#i love that feeling where they know they can come back and not worry

[abbotsanatomy]

I can’t stop thinking about the fluffy alphabet you did for Jack where his nightmare is you coming into his ER. I’d love if you could expand upon that please and thank you.

⨳ JUST A WALK-IN

pairing: jack abbot x wife!reader warnings: depiction of ectopic pregnancy, mentions of surgery/medical procedures. author's note: i think it'd definitely feel that much worse if he caused your visit to the ER (even if indirectly). so here's this..

It takes a lot for you to visit the ER. Lightheadedness, pain in the most random places, and three days of excruciating pain later, you've finally succumbed to the fact that this is, indeed, an emergency.

In truth, you're more worried about your husband than yourself. Jack's what the people call completely overbearing, when it comes to your health. If you could be a hypochondriac for someone, he's that. He tries to downplay it, but you know he's panicking inside every time you get a cold that lasts a little too long or tell him about that pain in your side.

That's why it's incredibly detrimental that your husband not see you in his ER. You're going to tip-toe around, asking for anyone who isn't him and hoping the nurses won't slip up and tell him they saw you around. You feel safe, for now, behind this curtain.

You managed to snag Parker Ellis on your way in. She's one of your favorites, and you know she can keep her mouth shut with Jack.

“Y'know if Abbot finds out, I'll tell him you totally threatened me, right?” she deadpans, pulling her gloves on.

She's sat on a stool beside your hospital bed. You shoot her a pouty look that you hope could soften her up. It doesn't.

“Come on! I only threatened you a little,” you yell, “Have my back. It can't be that serious. Probably just appendicitis or something.”

“You waited three days before coming in,” she berates you. “If it is appendicitis, you should be worried.”

You sigh loudly, and move to lie farther back onto the hospital bed. Ellis brings the cart with the ultrasound kit closer to herself.

“Whatever,” you whisper, pulling your shirt up to reveal your torso.

Ellis puts some ultrasound gel there. You close your eyes at the sensation. It feels too cold, especially with the preexisting pain.

She puts the transducer on your lower abdomen and moves it around, her eyes glued to the screen in front of her. You assume she's found something when her hand freezes and just stares at the screen for a minute.

“What is it?” you question, softly. You're a little scared now; you've never seen Ellis look so serious.

When the silence becomes too intense, you start turning the diamond ring on your fourth finger around. You know whatever Parker's about to tell you, it isn't good.

“Should Jack be here for this?” you suggest, unable to pull your eyes from the sparkling rock on your hand.

Ellis finally pulls her eyes away from the screen, “Yeah. Maybe.”

You nod, slowly letting your eyes flutter shut.

“Okay. Can you tell him? To come in here?” you finally look up at her, “I want him here.”

She leaves without another word. You put your head into your hands, breathing deeply. You think you're getting a moment of peace, and then the pain that's been following you around for days, maybe even weeks, it doubles.

Then, it triples.

You know this can't be a good sign. You make for the call button quickly. You're inches away, when you feel your consciousness slip away. Your vision goes black before you can do anything.

Ellis is making her way through the ER at record speed. When she finds Jack, she's even more frustrated than before.

He's operating. She can't interrupt. She isn't even sure how she was going to tell him in the first place, let alone in a room full of people, with someone's life in his hands.

Ellis is more than aware of just how much Jack loves you. She was at the wedding. She sat front row, listened intently to all of your vows. She hears how he talks to you on the phone, his voice completely morphing into something a lot softer. She notices how you’re on speed dial every time a major incident happens, because he always needs to make sure you’re okay.

She knows he'll freak out when he hears.

These things usually aren't that dangerous, but you've left it for too long. She isn't even sure if you'll make it into surgery before it gets bad. This thing's ready to rupture, and Jack should definitely be there for you if it does.

Fuck it, she decides. She walks into trauma room one with a newfound sense of determination. Ellis grabs a mask off of the tray at the door, and walks in, holding it to her face.

“Hey, Abbot?”

Jack only spares her a glance.

“Kind of busy here,” he tells her, his hands literally inside of the patient in front of him.

“You know I wouldn't do this if it wasn't important,” her voice comes off as frantic.

So much so, that it makes him look up. His eyes immediately become set into a deep frown. He quickly tells Walsh to take over, pulling his hands away. They're both out of the trauma room in seconds.

“Is it...” Jack pauses.

“Yeah, yeah. It's your wife. She's here. She came in for an emergency,” she explains.

“You didn't tell me?”

“She's freakin' scary, alright? Just—I'll tell you what it is there.” Ellis just walks away without a second glance. Jack's following, his footsteps heavy.

When they get to the hospital cubicle you were in, Ellis pushes the curtain back quickly to reveal...nothing.

“Where is she, Ellis?”

“I left her right here. Wait...” Ellis walks to the nurse's station to ask about your whereabouts. They give her the worst case scenario.

As soon as Jack hears the news, he's sprinting to the elevator to make his way to the surgical floor. You're having surgery, and he isn't there. You're having life-altering surgery, which he might've caused, and he isn't there.

His heart’s pounding so hard in his chest he think he might be having a heart attack. This is worse. It’s scarier. He isn’t scared of dying, he’s scared of losing the one thing that’s keeping him going. And the idea that he’s the one who put you in this situation makes him more uneasy.

He can't help but feel guilty, especially when they hand him your wedding ring and the band T-shirt and jeans you presumably had on, and tell him to just wait in the room you'll be admitted in.

He just stares at the glittering diamond in his hands for what feels like hours, until they wheel you in. Then, he puts it back on your ring finger and stares some more.

When you wake up, it's like being reborn. It's completely stressful, you feel like you’re learning how to breathe all over again, and you want to burst out crying. But Jack's right there, with your hand in his.

It makes you smile. Your face still feels heavy, but you manage to show a little teeth. You turn your head to the side, and he's still looking down at your interlocked fingers. He finally looks up when you squeeze his hand as tight as you can.

He can't say anything, so you do.

“I'm, like, so fucking hungry,” you whisper, and then start laughing.

Jack stands up from his seat at your bedside, leaning in. He pulls your head up with a hand buried into your hair. His lips are pressed onto your forehead and, if it's even possible, you're smiling wider.

“That was scary,” you admit.

He nods, his forehead resting against yours now. Your brows crease.

“What, uh...What happened?”

Jack shakes his head, “It was an ectopic pregnancy. Ruptured. I thought—”

He closes his eyes tight, “I thought I'd lose you.”

“You didn't.” You bring a hand up, so your fingers can brush against his jaw.

Jack takes a deep breath, but you can tell it's a little off. “I...I sit up, late at night, thinking about this. You dying, here, in this hospital. Me not knowing about it.”

You shake your head adamantly, pulling his face back so you can really look into his eyes. It takes you a good minute to form a whole sentence.

“I didn't die. I'm right here. It wasn't even close, I swear,” you promise him, offering the best smile you can in this moment.

You plant a firm kiss on his lips to punctuate your point. You let your fingers play around in the salt and pepper strands of his hair.

“But, seriously,” you sigh, “I'm totally starving. How do we get someone to bring me something to eat?”

You look around for a minute, until he starts laughing. It's more of a cathartic coping mechanism than a genuine laugh. You giggle along with him anyway.

[gettingridofhope]

It’s time that we change the course of this country. All you younger cats listen up. What we do today affects you tomorrow. If you care about your future, if you are worried about nothing to strive for, if you feel like the American Dream is no longer available to you, then the time to change all that is upon us, Donald “The twat” Trump, this countries greatest challenge tricked his followers by lying, lying and fuckin’ lying constantly during his campaign and former term and convinced the dummies, the hardcore misogynists and and all around dumb motherfuckers of this country to put him back in charge with promises that he had no intention of keeping. This doddering fuck is an ignorant, racist, disingenuous, senile, arrogant and self absorbed piece of shit. He had embarrassed this country, its people and humanity in general. You young cats are alive during the worst time ever in American history. Never has this country been in such danger. However, all of us, you, me and them. Every single American, we have no where else to go, no one is coming to help us and only we together will survive this terrible and uncertain time. We must all make certain that this is the last time that a piece of garbage like Trump ever becomes president again. Trump and all the billionaires that suck suck hid dick need to be handled in the only place that gets their attention. Their wallets. The challenge is to find out who these billionaires and make everyone you know aware of who they are, what they own and straight boycott the fuck out of these greedy, immoral parasites and sink their fortunes. See what they don’t realize is that you young cats are the secret weapon. You guys stand to lose the most out any of the generation before you. You have your youth and your numbers and you have the power to end this shit once and for all. This country will be yours eventually and you’ll be the old cats one day telling the youngsters about what it was like to live during these times and and you along with us changed this country and this world into what it will we become. Billionaires are not your friends, Donald Trump doesn’t give a fuck about you or us. You know who does? I do. That’s why I’m telling it to you straight. Get active. Get informed. If you got questions about what is really going. Go ahead and ask me. I’ll give you the facts and let you decide. In these times you’re going to have to grow up fast and the sooner you do the better off your future will be. This greed that has infected civilization ends now. We have no other choice. Stay strong, stay smart, stay young at heart and remember mo can ever take away what you know to be right and wrong and the love you have for everyone. We will win this shit. We have no other choice.

[cuteandhughesy]

Shatter Me With Your Touch | Anthony Stolarz

summary: your older brother mitch marner has only ever asked for one thing: never, under any circumstances, hook up with one of his teammates. and you're going strong....right until anthony stolarz shows up. (the 3 times you and anthony push the limits of your secret relationship, and the 1 time it bites you in the ass).

[word count] 4.7k

warnings: NSFW! slight age gap | marner!reader | secret relationship | brothers teammate | drinking | swearing | kissing | sexual acts | smut | p in v intercourse | getting caught | mature themes and dialogue | view at your own discretion

a/n: this is purely stemmed of this blurb—and you will be seeing the same scene in this story. I just knew I had to further explore this story line and share this cute and love story! plus there’s never enough stoly!

see my other brothers teammate 3 + 1 series here

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one

your brother mitch marner has always been protective. like the kind of stereotypical protective that makes you want to rip your hair right out of your scalp, and gauge your eyes out anytime you're at the family dinner table and he starts asking your boyfriend a million questions—questions that are nothing but patronizing. honestly, protective doesn't do it justice, unreasonably overprotective is a much better fit.

you're his younger sister, two years younger than him to be exact, and because of that age gap, mitch has always felt the need to look out for you and your feelings—especially when it comes to dating.

and it's not for no reason, because you? you've always been the kind of person who would give the shirt off your back if someone else was cold, and the kind of girl who would think bare minimum behaviour was god sent. you are almost too kind and forgiving. maybe even a little naive.

from a young age, mitch saw the way people took advantage of you and your kindness, and felt that it was his responsibility to keep you safe and out of harms way. when you started highschool—and begun dating and going out—mitch's protectiveness only got worse. no boy was good enough, even when they were. your brother would drive boys away with menacing looks, and what he called 'stern talkings'—which are also known as straight up threats.

high on changing hormones and left feeling trapped, it didn't take long into your junior year of highschool for you to break. you sat both your brothers down—because yes, they were both ridiculously protective—and begged for them to chill the fuck out. you yelled and cried and practically shook their shoulders until they agreed to relax.

christopher was never really the problem, so he backed off instantly. mitch though? he took a little bit of extra convincing. after you got to your knees and pleaded, he had sighed lowly, meeting your eyes before reluctantly nodding. but before you got too excited, mitch had said—"under one circumstance."

and that circumstance? you will never, under any circumstance, date his friends, and you certainly will never date his teammates. obviously, with this new found feeling of freedom and independence that came with mitch’s compliance, told your brother that he'd never have to worry about that.

and for years, everything was going according to plan. your and mitch's relationship grew into a friendship now that he felt he no longer needed to constantly hover over you, and you kept your dating pool out of mitch's circle of friends. it wasn't difficult considering most of mitch's friends where your friends, and you didn't see them in that way. and then when mitch started getting more serious about hockey, he barley went out or had his teammates over at the house—so you never had the chance to met them, never mind get to know them.

you can remember steph, all bleach blonde hair and bubbly grin, would beg for you to join her at the games. small hands pulling and tugging at your arm like an over excited kid in a toy store. but you weren't really interested at that point in your life. you were still a few years younger than them and with your last year of high school being so busy, frankly, you didn't the have time to sit at a cold arena for three hours.

"maybe you'll find a guy," steph used to tease, winking at you discreetly in the dim light of the family living room.

you always responded the same way, "im not into hockey players."

when mitch made it to the nhl, that's when you started going to games more often. your schedule was less hectic and more open, and you always jumped at the chance to spend time away from dorm rooms and frat guys. plus, you got to drink beers that mitch was paying for, and chat with steph about school and boys without the prying ears of your brothers or your parents.

as the years passed, and you and mitch got older, his dating rule or protectiveness over you never wavered. sure, he wasn't as intense as he once was—keeping his cool like you asked him too—but mitch never truly changed. he just became better at hiding it. and now with his life in the spotlight, your brother truly just wanted to keep you safe. from the media of course, but especially from the new group of sleazy guys that are coming in and out of toronto.

much to his relief, you never planned on rebuking mitch's dating rule. you had a job, and aspirations and went out with your own friends and found guys on your own accord. hockey players were long gone in your mind.

but then, anthony stolarz waltzed into toronto with a summer tan and a perfect smile and completely turned your world inside out. anthony is older than you, 6 years older than you to be precise—he's mature, but doesn't take himself too seriously. he's outgoing and sweet and fucking huge. seriously, he could crush your head with his bicep. anthony had introduced himself to you with a playful and intriguing gleam, and it instantly had you feeling…things.

anytime after that, if you were in anthony's presence, you automatically became flustered. it doesn't help that he always chose to sit next to you, and talk lowly to you, and smile at you from across the room. anthony's had all those new faces and teammates to spend time with, and yet he only seemed interested in spending time with you.

and steph? she knew you like him. your sister-in-law is your number one supporter but also your biggest enemy, you swear. anytime mitch or someone else in a room would mention anthony's name, or she would spot you and the net-minder within five feet of one other, steph was wiggling her brows at you and grinning like the devil.

and it's fine, you thought. it's just a stupid crush on a new, older man. you'd get over it. it's not reciprocated. that flurry of feelings you grew for anthony would soon blow over and you won't have to walk on eggshells around mitch anymore—too afraid that if you breathed the wrong way, your brother would find out about your embarrassing crush.

expect it was totally reciprocated, and after too many glasses of wine and access to a private bathroom at some fancy toronto bar after an important win, you and anthony snuck off—giggling like tipsy kids in between kisses and breathless moans as anthony's length slide through your gummy, arousal coated walls.

just when you thought it would be a one time thing—a one night stand that helped get your feelings for anthony out of your system—it happened again in a supply closet during a marner foundation event. and then again in anthony's car after you two went to dinner as 'just friends'. and then again in your apartment, and then his and before you realize it, you are having sex every other night.

and kissing and laughing and ordering in your favourite take out and watching movies together.

in the blink of an eye, anthony stolarz is your secret, older boyfriend.

in the first few months, you're both really good at keeping your relationship under wraps. you set struck rules for yourselves—like standing at separate ends of rooms, no longing stares in each others direction, no dates in public, and certainly no sneaky displays of affection in places where someone could see.

but as you fall more and more in love, it's harder to hold back, resulting in more than risky situations that might as well have you begging to get caught.

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the chatter flows around you, warm and breezy, the contagious laughter of william nylander and rumbling voice of john tavares familiar sounds where they cut through the chimes of utensils on plates.

your dinner sits in front of you, mostly untouched, but not for a lack of hunger. in fact—you're starving, maybe just not for food. because with anthony beside you, looking extra large and delicious in comparison to the dining room chair he's sitting on—a dining room chair that isn't that small...he's just that big—it’s hard to focus on anything but him.

casually, you stab some of the mini roasted potato's with your fork, keeping your eyes trained on aryne tavares and jake mccabe’s wife on the other side of the table—the latter of the two women talking about some new palates class she's started.

everyone is either listening to her, and if not her, a different conversation that’s happening along the stretch of the tavares’ dining room table. without looking away from the girls, your free hand leaves your own lap, and ever so gentley—as if not to startle him— it finds anthony's knee.

you scratch along the taut muscles underneath his jeans soothingly. teasingly. each pass of your fingers climbing higher up his leg.

and anthony knows what you're doing. he's all too familiar with it. he fights off a smirk and the urge to look over at you, clearing his throat quietly before taking a large gulp of water. you’ve got him all hot and bothered and he’s definitely getting hard in his pants.

you catch the movement out of the corner of your eye and a grin grows across your face. flattening your hand on the top of his thigh, you let your pinky finger brush over his bulge like the little shit you are.

that makes anthony choke on his gulp of water, which gathers the attention of a few of the guys and their significant others around you.

quickly, before you get caught feeling up the newest leaf goal tender under the table, you bring your hand back to your lap—playful smirk never wavering.

"you good stoly?" max domi asks curiously, eyes squinted in a mixture of concern and humour. anthony can only hum while wiping the dribble of water from his chin with the back of his hand.

casually, you rest your chin on your palm—the same palm that was just on anthony's leg. your eyes flicker with something teasing, "yeah, everything okay?"

anthony lets out a short laugh, shooting you a look—a look that others may just think is friendly, but you recognize it as a warning. a wordless demand to behave. it only sends your stomach into a twirling thrill.

"yeah, just swallowed down the wrong hole."

but even still, anthony can't resist teasing you back once all eyes are once again distracted, ring finger slipping under your skirt and passing over your lacy underwear until you're biting down on your knuckles to ensure no sighs slip out.

steph shoots you a look, which makes anthony pull away—sporting a smug grin on his face as he chews the piece of asparagus he pushes past his upturned lips.

two

it's not very often you get tipsy at leaf games. usually you're too busy hiding your face behind your hands in a stressful manner, or entertaining the gangle of children running around the suite. but today, for some reason—and that reason being $1 beer night—you're not just tipsy, you're borderline hammered.

it takes steph a whole 10 minutes to get you out of the suite and down to the tunnel—coaxing you out of there with reassuring words and an amused glint in her eye. because yeah, drunk people are annoying—especially when the other party is sober—but you're so funny and floppy right now that it makes up for the amount of alcohol you consumed.

and when steph manages to finally get you down to the tunnel, and you lean you against the wall, and you stay there...she considers it a small victory. but that all changes when anthony makes his way out of the locker room, looking divine in his dark suit and hair damp from a shower—smile wide and high off a win.

you sigh dreamily, head rolling back against the concrete wall as you watch his movements. anthony hasn't spotted you yet—which is probably a good thing for your sake, because the sight of his eyes right now would send you into cardiac arrest. but then a frown is pulling at your lips. because pontus holmberg pulls his girl into his arms and kisses her, and you just want to act normal and be able to go up to your boyfriend. kiss him silly in front of everyone.

it wasn't uncommon for you to wait in the tunnels with steph after games, especially when you've driven to the rink together. which is the case nine times out of ten. typically after a win, steph would want to see mitch before heading home, especially because mitch likes to go out for dinner after good games.

so everytime you'd be waiting in the tunnels, you'd have to physically restrain yourself from runnning towards anthony. he will always smile at you when your eyes catch—definitely a little too sexy of a smile for trying to be discrete. but that was always it. besides some eye playful eye tag, neither of you ever pushed those boundaries.

not when your brother could walk out at any moment and catch you.

but once again, you're well passed tipsy, and you just want to love up on your man like all the other wags get to do. so before you can even think logically about your actions, your feet are moving, and moving in anthony's direction, heels clicking on the floor as you make your way through the lingering crowd.

and steph doesn't try and stop you. she just covers her eyes with an exhausted hand, blowing a quiet raspberry to herself as she represses a laugh. you told her about your secret relationship with the newest leaf goaltender 4 hours after that team dinner. because like usual, your sister in law read you like a book and had in incline before you even said anything.

anthony's in a casual conversation with morgan, completely unaware of the way your striding towards him—not until you're right in front of him and the defence man.

you wrap your hand around anthony's bicep, blinking up at him with glassy eyes just as you stumble on your own feet. if it wasn't for your hold on your boyfriends arm, you'd be halfway to the floor by now.

"hi," you beam unashamedly, glossy lips tempting him in ways you'll never understand.

anthony swallows, his bright eyes squinting down at you with amusement. he shoots a tentative glance at morgan, who is just stifling laughter like he knows—which, god damn it tessa, because obviously you had to tell her too and clearly she’s told her husband. "hi," anthony parrots after a beat.

"missed you," you slur, pushing up onto the toes of your heeled boots and puckering your lips expectantly, "can I have a kiss?" you hum, body swaying.

anthony laughs shortly, rubbing the back of his neck while he subtly scanning the room—checking to see if anyone is watching. more specifically, anybody who definitely shouldn't be watching. also known as mitch marner, who is one of the many people who still don't know about your relationship.

and for now, you'd like to keep it that way. not that drunk you cares though.

morgan has slipped away from you both now, and there's only a few lingering bodies left in the tunnel. anthony spots steph, now eyeing you sneakily. which means your brother is still here. in the locker room, yeah, but still here.

"we really shouldn't." anthony mumbles, eyes finding your glossy ones again. despite his words, anthony lets his hand wrap around your waist, keeping you against his chest to steady the drunk sway you have going on. slowly, he licks along his bottom lip, words no louder than a whisper, "your brother could catch us."

"so?" you huff, pushing even further up his body. clearly, you don’t give a damn. "just a quick kiss." you say, hands flat against his chest, still searching for a smooch. you're too happy on beer and in love to think about your brothers stupid rule right now. you couldn't care less about anything besides your gigantic, sexy boyfriend—who is grinning down at you like you're the best thing that's ever happened to him.

and you are. more than the nhl. more than the stanley cup. more than breathing.

so quickly, anthony leans down, free hand enclosing on the side of your face as he tilts your head up, and connects your lips together. he's just a man after all, and with a pretty girl like you begging and blinking up at him, who's he to say no?

the kiss doesn't last nearly as long as you need it to, and you whine pathetically when anthony pulls away from your mouth. you're not caught, thankfully, and that only makes you want to kiss him over and over again.

"i'll see you later, kay?" anthony whispers softly, talking his hand off your hips once you drop back down to your heels.

you nod, taking your bottom lip between your teeth, "love you." you sing song dreamily.

he smirks, "love you too."

three

to say you and anthony became comfortable in the secrecy of your relationship was an understatement. you were really pushing your limits now, making out in the guest bathroom of auston's matthew's condo like a pair of porn stars—slow, syrupy and messy.

once you told steph and tessa about anthony, it wasn't soon after that the rest of the wags found out—all of them sworn to the upmost secrecy—and in turn, a lot of their men found out as well. which wasn't your most ideal situation, but after threatening to cut their balls off, they seemed to be able to keep their lips zipped.

that knowledge amongst the majority of the leafs roster definitely contributes to the more relaxed approach you and anthony find yourselves in, in regards to your relationship. you tell yourself that's the reason you decided to sneak off to the bathroom today—even though you would've ended up here regardless. anthony is looking way to sexy today to just ignore.

and you? you've been driving him insane all evening with your pretty skirt and top and the perfume clinging to your soft skin—perfume that smells like sex. anthony can't help but trail his lips down your taut neck, inhaling the smell like it's his own personal drug.

the sound of your breathless gasps and mewls quickly has anthony returning his mouth back to yours though. because you're truly irresistible to him. always have been. as soon as your lips are back in their familiar dance, everything else fades away. the distant chatter and rapid heart beats between you—none of that exists anymore.

anthony's large hand slides up the side of your bare thigh, lifting your skirt higher and higher up your leg, while his tongue prods the plump skin of your bottom lip. you allow him the entrance he's seeking instantly, which makes anthony smirk into the kiss.

the counter top is cool under your skin where you sit on top, making your arch away and further into anthony's hold. but he doesn't mind one bit—grabbing at your skin and pulling you even closer, your barley covered core rubbing against his and creating delicious friction.

it's erotic and dangerous and you really should've double checked that the door was locked. because the feeling of dread and anxiety that surges through your boood stream when that bathroom door is thrown open is other worldy.

anthony pulls off of your mouth just as you let out a breathless gasp, both of your heads turning towards the entry way.

"holy fuck—sorry." auston matthews familiar voice has turned high pitched, which can only be a result of embarrassment and surprise as he registers the scene in front of him. and just as quick as he opened the door, the captain is slamming it closed.

silence envelopes the bathroom once again—but you can't hear anything over the blood pumping in your ears. you're both frozen in place—you, on the bathroom counter, legs still spread and lips glistening with a mixture of your and anthony's saliva. and anthony, 5 steps away from you, shirt wrinkled, hair tousled and chest heaving.

once your brain catches up to what the fuck just happened, your quickly slipping off the counter. you stumble briefly, but that doesn't slow you down as you practically run after auston matthews.

you could try and deny it, but your actions speak for themselves. and what auston just saw? there's nothing in the world that you could say that would make it innocent. so that only leaves you with one other option: begging.

thankfully, auston didn't get far, and you catch him easily, fingers enclosing around his thick wrist to halt him. he spins around to face you, dark eyes still wide with disbelief and...maybe a little bit of amusement? it's hard to tell when you're so panicked.

"auston," you start, gaze all but frantic, "please please please, don't say anything about what you just saw to anyone. especially mitch. he doesn't know yet, and if this is how he finds out—"

"hey," auston interrupts with a short laugh. "calm down, you're stressing me out."

you blink what feels like a hundred times and you drop his arm. auston's gaze flickers over your shoulder briefly, eyes glimmering with something unknown. curious, you find the subject of his attention.

anthony is behind you, lips slightly parted as his gaze narrows in on the goal scorer. it's then you understand that look in auston's eyes—it's understanding. it's a promise to anthony's wordless plea.

"don't worry kid," auston says once you turn back towards him, "your secret is safe with me."

+one

the leafs have a rare off day today—only two days before their two week long road trip over on the west coast—which means that anthony had no other plans but to be with you. more specifically, in bed, taking turns with either licking into your pussy until you're making a mess on his tongue, or pounding into you until the headboard is smacking against the wall.

it's very rare that the two of you get to have alone time, never mind getting to have proper sex. so when this kind of opportunity arises, both of you are taking it without a second thought.

you can't complain really. not when your legs are over your boyfriends thick shoulders, his cock perfectly massaging your gummy walls as he thrusts into you. the sounds between you are lewd—slapping and squealing and desperate, needy pants and grunts.

you've gone dumb on anthony's cock as he splits you in two, your jaw slack and eyes glazed as you peer up at him. and anthony fucking loves it. his hand grips your jaw firmly, keeping your eyes trained on him. the pad of his thumb pulls down your bottom lip, slowly, as a smirk grows on his face.

"gunna miss you when i'm gone baby," he pants, movements never faltering, "i'm gunna miss your pretty pussy—fuck."

the only responses you can manage is another drawn out moan and your fingers gripping his bulging biceps even tighter.

—

mitch marner pushes the front door of your place open with his hip, too busy balancing your moms homemade casserole in his hands to open the door properly. it’s your favourite home cooked meal, ready to go in a glass dish, that bonnie marner insisted mitch drop off at yours before making his way home.

his car keys are held tightly between his lips, giving him limited opportunity to make a coherent sentence, but he calls out a muffled greeting to you regardless.

no response.

mitch's brows furrow as he puts the food dish on your kitchen island. he drops his phone and keys beside the dish before spinning on his heels, peering into the living room where you're normally hiding—tucked under some fluffy blanket with a book in your lap.

the books there, open and face down on the coffee table—blanket at the foot of the pink chair—but you're nowhere in sight. a rush of panic washes over your brother. mitch had texted you 10 minutes ago, just as he was leaving your parents, to tell you he'd be stopping by with a mountain of food, but he didn't get a response then.

and then once he got here, your front door wasn't even locked. which wouldn't of been that crazy if you knew mitch was on his way over, but your lack of response has mitch second guessing your knowledge of his arrival.

"y/n?" he calls your name again, spinning around for good measure to make sure he didn't miss you the first time.

it only then does he spot a pair of shoes next to your usual slip ons—shoes that are definitely way to big for you and definitely belong to a man. logic goes out the window in that moment because mitch hums curiously, walking down the hall towards your closed bedroom door.

mitch doesn't even hesitate before turning the handle, "y/n? who's here?—ah, what the fuck?!" your brothers words die on his tongue at the sight of you and his goaltender in bed...together...doing things that make mitch want to bleach his eyes out.

it's bad enough to walk in on a family member having sex, but when the guy pounding said family member just last night was laughing and chatting like nothing was happening, makes mitch fucking shiver. oh god, he literally congratulated anthony on his win last night. little did mitch know the real prize for anthony stolarz was getting to fuck mitch marner’s little sister.

"oh my god!" you shout, wrapping the floral bedsheet around your very naked torso. "get out!"

and mitch doesn't need to be told twice. the bedroom door slams shut—so loudly and with so much force that the pictures hanging on your wall shake. regardless of the door now being shut, mitch covers his eyes with his hand while he physically moans and cringes for extra measure.

"oh my god," his voice sounds from the hallway, all dramatic and whiny. "my eyes."

you and anthony share a look—a look that's a mixture of terror and concern. because not only does mitch now know that you’re together in this capacity, but he's also just seen his baby sister having sex. you jump out of bed, tangled in your bedding, and stomp towards the door.

you don't open it, not yet, but you smack the wood wildly. "mitchell, what are you doing here!"

"I was trying to drop off some of mom's casserole—I texted you! I can't believe what I just saw." the latter party of his scentence trails off, tone low like mitch is saying it to himself. mitch swallows dramatically, rubbing at his face. "I'm gunna puke."

you laugh in disbelief. "you're gunna puke? i'm going to die."

the springs of your mattress creak behind you as anthony gets out of bed. slipping on his boxers, he makes his way towards you—all broad and warm as anthony comes up to stand behind your bare, glistening back. he reaches for you, squeezing your bicep comfortingly.

guilt prickles at your skin, and you take your bottom lip between your teeth as a nervous habit—gnawing your plump skin until it feels sore. anthony kisses your head subconsciously, a gesture that calms you down just enough to enable you to squeak out an apology. "i'm sorry, mitchy."

emotion clogs your throat and it makes your brother sigh, hand falling from his scruff and hitting his leg with a soft thud. "don't cry, y/n."

ever so slowly, the door squeaks open—not fully though, mindful of the sheet covering you—and your head pokes out. your eyes are glassy and your lip wobbles and the protective older brother side of him wants nothing more than to fix this.

"are you mad at us?" you sniffle.

us.

through the slim space between the door and the frame, mitch has a harsh reminder that anthony stolarz is with you—his t-shirt strew across the bench at the end of your bed, his cologne clinging to the sheet around you. hell, mitch can see anthony’s fucking gigantic hand holding the back of your neck softly.

he's comforting you.

mitch sighs reluctantly. because yes, he's not thrilled with this entire situation, but clearly, anthony is a good guy—your brother has a front row seat to that—anthony is a man who clearly cares for you. "i'm more mad about you not knowing how to lock doors than anything else."

you breath hitches, a glimmer of something that feels like hope tickling your heart, "really?"

a slow nod, "yes." mitch's eyes fall over your body, or rather, your sheet, and he shivers again, turning away to give you privacy and himself some fucking peace of mind. "now just...get dressed and we can talk about it."

[katsu28]

oooh kait i love the list!!

what about lando + 50. putting a hand over the other's mouth where lando is yapping abt smth?

got a little carried away with this but fuck it we ball

lando norris x sainz!reader, 1.7k. request something from here :)

“Fancy seeing you here.” 

You glance up from your phone to see a grinning Lando leaned up against the wall next to you, and you raise an amused brow. “It’s my brother’s wedding.” 

“Yeah, I know, I was just—” 

“Why would I not be here?” 

“Jesus, I was just trying to be funny, you don't have to be mean about it,” He huffs, bumping his shoulder against yours with a roll of his eyes. 

“Sorry, Lan. You’re just too fun to mess with.” You tease, reaching out to pinch Lando’s cheek. 

He scowls, batting your hand away haphazardly. “Carlos said you were gonna be here early to help get everything settled.” 

“Aw, were you waiting for me?” 

“No, I wasn't.” You shoot him a disbelieving look. “Okay, maybe I was. I had to work with your great aunt, and lemme tell you, that woman is handsy.” 

“Oh, you poor thing.” 

“I know. All because you abandoned me.” 

“I had to help Rebecca with some last minute adjustments. And besides, It takes time to look this good, Norris,” You tut, gesturing towards yourself. The bridesmaid dresses Rebecca had picked out are absolutely gorgeous. Hopefully gorgeous enough to get you what you want. 

“You do look amazing,” Lando murmurs, eyes not-so-subtly raking up and down your body a little too long to be considered innocent. Mission accomplished. 

“You don’t clean up too bad yourself,” You reply, letting your gaze do the same. His tailored suit fits him wonderfully, and his hair is styled to perfection. You fight the urge to run your fingers through his curls and ruin it by pulling him close. 

Things between Lando and yourself are…complicated, to say the least. You were both young when you’d met, all the way back in 2019 when Carlos had done his time with McLaren. Since then, you’ve both grown up, kept in touch, and somewhere along the way, you’d come to a realization. 

You like Lando. A lot. And you think he might like you back, but neither of you have done anything about it. You flirt with each other like people who have feelings for each other and tease each other like friends, dancing around the elephant in the room whenever you’re in the same vicinity. 

It certainly doesn’t help that Lando is one of your brother’s best friends. He looks up to Carlos, respects him as a mentor, and wouldn’t dare make a move against his baby sister. But honestly, you wish he just would. This back and forth is starting to get a little old. 

Now is as good a time as any, with Carlos distracted on his big day. And what was that again people said about weddings being the perfect chance for blossoming romance? 

Someone with a headset and a clipboard comes up and whispers something in your ear, cutting your moment with Lando short. You stow away your phone in your purse, already prepared to follow them to attend to whatever needs doing. 

“Duty calls. I’ll see you later, Lan,” You say, straightening Lando’s tie with a sweet smile aimed at him. “Don’t miss me too much.” 

Lando chuckles, looking equal parts fond and amused. “I’ll try my best.” 

The next time you see him is right before you're meant to walk down the aisle together. You take your mark right next to him, smoothing out your dress one last time before looping your arm through his. 

He leans towards you, lips almost brushing your ear with his whisper. “Missed you.” 

“Thought you said you’d try your best not to?” 

“Guess it wasn't good enough. Listen, can we talk later?” 

He sounds uncharacteristically serious, and it has you giving him a cautious sideways glance. “Of course,” You say. You nudge him gently with your elbow. “Everything okay?” 

“Yeah, it’s good. Nothing’s wrong, don’t worry.” 

“Well, now that you tell me not to worry, I think I might,” You reply, brows furrowing. 

“Then don’t.” 

“Seriously, Lando? You couldn't have waited until after the ceremony for this? I mean, honestly—” 

Suddenly his lips are on your cheek briefly, causing your outburst to die off mid sentence. You stiffen momentarily at the unexpected action. When you turn to gawk at him, he’s looking straight ahead, a satisfied little smile gracing his face. 

You don’t have time to process anything any further before you're being guided towards the beginning of the aisle. Straightening up, throwing your shoulders back, you tighten your fingers around your bouquet of flowers. 

Now isn’t the time. 

The ceremony goes swimmingly. There isn’t a dry eye in the place at seeing just how much Carlos and Rebecca love and cherish each other. Every so often, you’ll catch Lando’s eye across the aisle and he’ll wink back at you, settling your nerves at standing up there in front of everyone. 

You start to wonder what he wants to talk to you about. Your mind immediately goes to the worst possible thing, but surely it can’t be too bad. Right?

Lando doesn’t bring it up until well into the reception. He catches your eye from afar, tilting his head towards the nearest exit. Everyone is on the dance floor now, nobody would notice if you left. 

He slips out of the large hall silently and you follow a few seconds later, only startling a little bit when he grabs your hand and leads you further down the corridor until you can’t hear the lively music anymore. 

“What’s going on, Lando?”

He drops your hand in favor of starting to pace, rubbing his palms over his thighs nervously. “I’m gonna be really honest with you right now. Probably brutally honest. And it might fuck things up, but I think I might explode if I keep it in any longer.” 

“Uh…okay. That sounds concerning,” You say hesitantly, shifting on your feet. 

“It is. I mean, no, it’s not, it’s nothing but, I just…” 

“Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

“I’ve wanted to kiss you all night, because you look absolutely stunning,” He blurts. “But not just today. I wanna kiss you all the time, and I know—I know I probably shouldn’t because Carlos is one of my best mates and you’re his little sister and he’d likely kick my ass if he ever finds out, but I don’t care, I—” 

“Lando,” You interrupt, fighting to keep your voice level. Finally, finally, something is happening. 

He continues on as if he hadn’t heard you at all. “—can’t keep doing this…this whatever thing we’ve been doing. I really like you, and I need you to know that even if it ruins our friendship.” 

Normally you’d entertain his yapping tendencies, but you want to tell Lando you feel the same way and he just keeps on talking like he’s the only one in this conversation, so you’re left with no choice. 

You push him back against the wall behind him with one hand splayed across his chest, the other hand coming up to cover his mouth. Lando’s ranting dies off the moment your hand touches his face, like you’ve just found his off switch and powered him down. 

“Can you please just shut up for a second?” You say exasperatedly. He nods quickly, completely doe eyed under your palm. “You gonna let me talk now?” Another nod, this one a little slower. “Good. I like you too. Have for ages.” 

Lando’s fingers curl around your wrist, prying your hand away from his mouth with furrowed brows. “You—you do? Really? Why’ve you never said anything?”

“Why haven’t you?” You shoot back, cocking your head. 

“Because…because!” He says incredulously, wrinkling his nose. “You’re Carlos’s little sister, I—he’d have my head.” 

You scoff. “Carlos isn’t my keeper, Lando. I’m an adult, I can make my own choices without having to consult my brother. If I want to date you, I can!” 

Lando’s gaze sharpens, the edges of his mouth curving into a smug little smile, and you know you’re in for it now. 

“Then let me take you out. On a proper date,” He proposes. It’s a bold move, considering you’ve still got him pinned against the wall with one hand, but his bluntness makes your focus flicker. 

Lando takes the opening and makes his move, now suddenly you’re the one with your back against the wall and he’s pushed himself closer than you’ve ever been before. For someone who was just worried about Carlos finding out mere seconds ago, he seems quite confident. 

“You’re sure you want to do this?” You ask softly, searching his face for any trace of doubt or uncertainty. What you’ve wanted for a long time is finally happening, but that doesn’t make you any less wary. If anything, it feels even more daunting. 

Slowly, Lando’s hand comes up to cradle your cheek almost delicately, like he’s afraid you might disappear into thin air if he moves too fast. His tongue darts out to wet his lips just before he leans in, deft fingers shifting from your cheek down under your chin, tilting your head up just enough to meet him in a gentle kiss. 

His lips are softer than you expect, tasting a little like the rum and cokes he’s been nursing all night mixed with something else sweet, and definitely living up to every dream you’ve ever had about this very moment. 

Lando’s thumb rubs along your cheek, a soft smile playing across his face when you break apart. “Believe me, I’m more sure about you than I’ve ever been about anything in my life.” 

You smooth out the lapels of his suit jacket from where your fingers had bunched into the material, beaming at him happily. “Always such a sweet talker, you.”

“Worked on you, didn’t it? I mean, it took years, but I’ve got you now, don’t I?” 

“Depends on where you take me on our date,” You joke. 

“Oh, I’ll take you anywhere you want, baby. Name it and it’s done.” 

“A sweet talker and a smooth talker. That could come in handy for when Carlos finds out.”

“No, it—why?” His voice squeaks on the last word, eyes widening almost comically.

You give his chest a firm pat, ducking out from under his arm to return to the reception. “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see, hm?”

“Sweetheart, c’mon! He won’t try to fight me, right? Right?” 

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what would they do to you if they had you all to themselves? (18+)

if you kiss my neck, i'm not responsible for what happens next... ☆ pick-a-card reading☆

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(how to pick a card? observe the given options and choose the one which you feel the most drawn to. scroll down to read your message!! remember, this is a general reading, so take what resonates! ps.- if you feel drawn to more than one card/image/pile, feel free to read the others too!! if the chosen pile doesn't relate to you, feel free to choose another. the choice is yours<3)

☆ pile I ☆

king of cups, death, knight of pentacles, 8 of pentacles, the world, 2 of swords, knight of wands, the tower 

OMG BABE OKAY WOW this person wants to make love to you, like i'm not even kidding. this person has gone through a rollercoaster of emotions because of you and they don't know how to handle it anymore. for many of you, i’m seeing that there is some sort of “situation” here. maybe this person could be a friend of yours? a work colleague? something of that sort? this person is someone you've liked for a long time and it feels wrong to like them for some reason. this person could mean a lot to you. maybe you're worried it'll ruin your friendship (if it's your friend), or maybe you're worried it'll ruin your professional life because you could like someone who is in your workplace. whatever the reason may be, there is some sort of situation here where both of you cannot escape. this dynamic feels wrong, but for some damn reason it also feels so damn right. NO UGH WHY IS IT GIVING FORBIDDEN LOVERS TROPE. I'M LITERALLY SCREAMING RIGHT NOW. there's mutual attraction, but your situation isn't right. y'all will have to be very cautious if you're thinking about moving this connection forward because it also affects a lot of people involved in your connection - like your friends, family, co-workers and so on. okay, i'm so sorry to have kept you waiting!! i just got this “situation” energy and i wanted to clear it out. anyways, let's get to your reading now, my love. 

this person is going to go through a lot of emotions when they're going to be with you for the first time. this all feels so wrong, but it also feels so…..right? ugh why does life have to be so unfair. things are going to feel a little strained and awkward at first but then later, it's going to get SO HEATED. this person has a lot of love to give you, it's almost like they have held themselves back for so long. but they can't take this anymore, they're going to break the walls that are blocking this connection. i'm also seeing that you're going to be very wet (um well sorry that channeled out of nowhere🏃‍♀️). i'm seeing sloppy and hungry-driven kisses. OH THIS PERSON HAS BEEN CRAVING FOR YOU. lots of heat coming in too. LMFAO they're going to adjust their pants a lot because they can't control their hard-on😭. with the king of cups here, im seeing that they'll approach this situation with a mature mindset and they're going to act very cool and well, nonchalant. but guess what? with the tower here, they're not as chill as they seem to be. you get them so worked up like i can literally feel the tension. this person wants to dominate you. they want you to submit to them. they want to see you under them and begging for more. oh babe they're going to change your life. they're hungry for you. i see deep long thrusts - um let me just run away i feel like i'm getting in y'alls bubble aksnamkaka. they literally want you begging for more, like i hear you saying “stop” in between moans but you both know that you want it more rough. they're not even going to wait for you to remove your clothes completely. they're literally going to devour you as soon as they get their hands on you. it's like one moment they're all super respectful and demure and the next it's like BOOM, they're an animal hunting for its prey. 

and trust me when i say this, this is not going to be a quickie. they're going to take their own sweet time in making you come. they've waited days, months, years even to have you all to themselves. all their pent up emotions are going to come out. and this is not a “im gonna do it with them today” typa thing - NO. they've waited a long time for this and it seems like this is all pre-planned too. they've waited for the right opportunity and babe when i tell you they're gonna grab that chance, oh they will. they're going to be so focused on pleasing you, they're not going to stop until you've come undone on their fingers/tongue and their…. well, it starts with a D (d*ck), and if it’s a woman, they want you to fill them up 🫣. i hear them saying “be a good girl/boy and come for me now, will you?” DAMN CHILL OUT BOI. they're a giver. you can literally just lie down and they'll love doing all the work. you're like a precious sculpture for them. you're delicate and they want to handle you with care - but they also don't mind breaking your back in the bedroom 🤭

they're going to be OBSESSED with your body when they see you naked. i can literally hear them saying, “you belong to me and only me”. they're going to be very possessive and jealous when they're making love to you. they're going to do it so slow with you it's almost frustrating. it's like you want them to increase their pace because their teasing is getting too much and you just want to feel the pleasure already, but nope. they're not done. they want to see you crying and begging for more. they want to feel your insides and how nice your….umm….girl grips around their….man😺. they want to feel your girl tightening around them. they want to feel every thrust. they want to feel your moans. they want to feel your desperate pleas. 

however i do see that in between they might rethink what they're doing with you because of this “situational” setting y'all are in but they're eventually going to say “fuck it” and they will literally fuck you. they've waited too long for this. they've waited too long for you. this tension is too much for them and they can't hold it in any longer. 

additional information - 12, mercury, libra, 2, jupiter, virgo, 10, aries, pluto, water, green grass/garland, ocean, mountains, desert, black/grey cloth/shaul, brown, dark - blonde hair, yellow, red, green. 

☆ pile II ☆

9 of wands, death, the fool, 10 of wands, ace of swords, 7 of cups, 9 of cups, king of wands. 

THE CARDS FOR YOUR PILE WE'RE LITERALLY JUMPING OUT AND WERE SO IMPATIENT. maybe this could mean that your person is impatient too hehehe👀🤭

i'm just gonna get straight to the point - fancy dinners and then hard-core love making. FULL STOP. the person in your mind would SPOIL you if they could take you out. im talking red dress, wine in hand, red lipstick, high heels, back suit, neatly combed hair, sitting in a fancy restaurant. like they'll take you out on THE DREAM DATE. either you or this person is going to love it when y'all play hard to get. they want to break down your walls, and by walls i mean your kitty cat’s walls 🐱. your person will love it when you're unsure about what their next move is, or maybe they're the one who'll love the thrill of not knowing what you'll do next. i think both of you will like to balance out the dominating and the submitting part. maybe y'all both are switches. y'all don't mind taking the lead nor submitting. well that's a good thing because both of you are going to enjoy the thrill of being together and well…..getting spicy😳. before even getting to the ahem ahem part, your eyes will do the talking. no words needed. y'all will literally just look at each other and the tension has already begun. i see them pushing you against the wall, with your hands over your head while they just kiss you till both of y'all are out of breath. they're going to leave hickeys all over your neck so that you know who you belong to. BYE i see y'all literally standing and doing it with each other. y'all ain't even gonna sit down😭. damn y'all are freaky, let me give y'all come privacy and put my sunglasses on 😎 🕶️ 🤏😳👀

the intimacy and dynamic is going to be AMAZING, literally out of this world. there's a lot of passion as well as aggression here. babe they aren't gonna go easy on you, and one round is NOT enough. they're going to explore so many positions with you and they're going to try out so many things with you - like blindfolding you or maybe you blindfolding them. oh my god now it makes sense. remember how i said that y'all would like the thrill of not knowing each other's next move? it's because one of y'all would be blindfolded and the other would take control. I SEE A WHIP TOO. um okay go queens/kings🤭. they're going to love seeing you tired and exhausted after they're done….ahem ahem with you. they'll love seeing your body and your tired face, and they’ll love it when you ask them to take it slow. they literally have so much energy it's insane. LIKE HOW IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE. but hey, who am i to complain? you do you babe😏. they're going to feel so proud of their skills and i also see that you're going to feel so accomplished and happy. no one has ever made you feel this good. 

i'm seeing that for a lot of you, this would be a sign whether you would want to pursue this relationship/connection or not. i think y'all would test each other's compatibility. y'all have a very high sex drive and sometimes it might be frustrating if your needs aren't met so if this person isn't able to fulfill your desires or if you're not able to fulfill theirs, i don't see it working out. i'm gonna be honest, there's a lot of double standards here and even if your sexual needs are met, the relationship won't work if your emotional needs aren’t met. for a lot of you, this is more of a lustful connection than an emotional one and maybe both of you have the same outlook on this connection but if one of you actually wants a genuine relationship, y'all need to talk it out. even though the sex will be great, if there's no genuine feelings, then nothing will feel good. so, please make the right decision. y'all are very tempted by one another and you guys are going to treat each other as possessions instead of humans who have genuine feelings. maybe this person already has someone in their lives and you're just a fling. something doesn't feel right about this connection. they also seem like they have their guard up with you and only show you what you want to see. i do see that they'll be the one taking the lead and coming forward regarding where this connection is headed and one advice i would give you is - please clear your mind and think about what you truly want. maybe this person is actually really good, but there's just a lot of lustful intentions here. 

additional information - 1, aries, ascending lunar node, 11, pisces, descending lunar node, 12, aquarius, jupiter, trees/wood, temptations, orange, brown, white, cream (colour), woman, child, being in a tall building.

☆ pile III ☆

10 of wands, the hierophant, page of swords, 4 of wands, queen of wands, ace of swords, 8 of cups, the moon, 3 of wands. 

being with you is going to feel like a sin for this person. it's so out of their character to feel this way towards anyone. what have you done to this person, pile 3? jasjajakaka. this person is frustrated and angry at you. they just can't let go of the hold you have on them. a part of them doesn't want to like you but they just can't help themselves. they literally can't comprehend the feelings they have for you. they might try to ignore you, but it's only because they can't stop thinking about you. this person has literally fantasized about you a lot and they kinda feel guilty for thinking about you in that way. 

this person WORSHIPS you, like i'm not even being dramatic here. this person wants to kiss the ground you walk on. you're so ethereal, they can't get enough of you. everytime they see you, their man hardens. they try to control their arousal, but they just can't help it. the way you carry yourself and the person you are - just wow pile 3. you're mesmerizing. i can't even blame them at this point lol. you've got this enigmatic energy, it's driving them insane. people around you literally know that this person feels a strong sense of attraction towards you. they want you to dominate them. they want you to take control of them and use them. they want you to use them for your pleasure. they'll be so glad to be used by you, like i'm not even kidding. i have a feeling this person is very reserved and quiet. they might be a little short or their height might range from short to average (for a man) and you might be tall (for a woman) and this person loves this about you. this also means that your person loves it when you're on top of them and when they have to look up at you. they'll even like wearing a collar for you so you can order and control them around. 

you attract a lot of attention, pile 3. and people can’t help but feel drawn towards your energy. hell, i'm also drawn to your energy. you're so mysterious, people want to study you. the way you present yourself, your face, your hair, literally EVERYTHING about you is so so…..i don't know. i can't find the right words. attractive? mesmerizing? beautiful? your energy literally cannot be explained. you're mysterious and you only let people know a little about you - enough to the point where they think they know you very well, but they don't. i can't shake off your energy, it's so strong and captivating. okay, damn enough i'm getting carried away😅. now let's get back to your reading, shall we?

this person has manifested you for quite some time now and if you want to shoot your shot, i would say go ahead. you have the power here. you are the power. you're everything this person has been looking for. they knew that you're the one they needed when they saw you for the first time. however, i do see that this person is insecure and a little scared because they think that you have a lot of people who want you (and you do) and this makes them a little jealous, but sad. they're afraid they're never going to get a chance with you. i think this person is completely opposite from your standard type. this person is soft spoken, quiet most of the time and all to themselves, glasses, neatly combed back brown/brunette hair (maybe even blonde hair?) and pale skin.

this person admires you from afar. im seeing two possibilities here - either this person finally get the courage to come forward and ask you out or you reach out to them first. but here's the thing, if none of you take the initiative to make the first move, this connection might not move forward and might even be lost. i'm not picking on a lot of sexual energy here. i feel like this person genuinely likes you and wants to get to know you. for them intimacy is not just sex, it's about spending time with the right person. 

i am going to end your reading, my love but something just doesn't sit right with me. i feel like this person feels like they aren't being noticed by you at all and they might even feel neglected in general. their energy is so dull and sad and they struggle a lot with confidence. this person is in conflict with themselves. 

additional information - 12, virgo, moon, 5, 8, gemini, sun, 6, pluto, firm back, back turned towards you, yellow, scared, unsure, argumentative, withdrawal, red, orange, questioning morals, black cat. 

hi loves!! i hope this reading finds you in good health and i hope you are doing well. take care of yourself and i will see you in my next reading. thank you for being here<3

(note: tarot & oracle cards provide guidance and possible insights into what could happen based on current energies, thoughts, feelings and actions. the cards can highlight potential paths or outcomes, but they do not predict the future in a fixed way. this is a general reading so take what resonates!)

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just us

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

a/n: u guys asked for it and you shall receive :p hey guys! this is my first ever fic here so im gonna be so fr im still figuring out how tumblr works so my bad if the layout is weird LAWL anyways i love pazzi sm and i hope u guys enjoy :)

summary: where azzi feels a little bummed about their inevitable separation after winning the natty and paige comforts her girl <3

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in hindsight, azzi should’ve known. 

the moment brown eyes met blue, the moment friendship turned into something sweeter, the moment teasing during practices turned into intense looks on the court – as if paige was trying to commit every single detail into memory, that there would be an ending – a goodbye, at some point. 

honestly speaking, azzi did know. there was always a pull in her chest, a sour feeling in her stomach when people reminded them that paige was going to leave soon. that her best friend turned girlfriend would no longer be just hers, but would officially be shared with the rest of the world. that she couldn’t just text her to come over and she’d be there in a heartbeat wearing sweats they forgot the original owner of, or stolen pecks on the lips in the locker room before running out for a home game.   

“hey, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” a soft voice spoke through her spiralling thoughts. 

azzi snapped out of her thoughts to the blonde’s soft smile and the same deep blue eyes she fell in love with, the net from their championship game still adorning her neck. azzi stifled a chuckle at her girlfriend’s shenanigans, watching as paige playfully winked when she noticed azzi staring. 

“just thinking about you. us.” she shuffled on the couch of paige’s dorm to let her girlfriend plop beside her, paige’s arm instinctively resting around azzi’s shoulders. 

paige frowned, sensing her girlfriend’s anxiety as she tugged the curly haired girl closer, pressing her lips to her temple. “what about us, princess?” 

azzi shrugged, ignoring the butterflies that erupted in her stomach at the nickname, trying to downplay her worries, because how could she dampen paige’s joy over the missing piece in her collegiate career? she knew how much this championship meant to her, if the net still on her neck wasn’t a dead giveaway. she didn’t want to seem selfish or a killjoy by discussing the inevitable. their separation.  

because as much as paige annoyed azzi to death, she didn’t want to think about what life would be like once paige leaves. once her best friend, her constant, her partner, her soulmate, wouldn’t be at most, a floor away at all times. how she couldn’t just run up to her and kiss her girlfriend’s pout away when she was sulking over something stupid (like azzi winning a game paige insisted on playing.) she doesn’t even want to think about the time difference or the plain fact that they’re going to be separated by thousands of miles and states. that by this time next week, paige wouldn’t be here, and she’ll have to watch as her scent fades from her room, as her hair ties stop accumulating on her desk, as all her hoodies and clothing stay in her closet no longer being stolen by the blonde. 

however, as much as azzi tried to conceal her feelings, paige knew. just by the difference in her normally steady breathing, to the subtle crease in her forehead, to the tight clutch of azzi’s fingers on the hem of paige’s hoodie.

paige knew, and she felt it too. 

“hey. you know nothing can ever tear us apart right? no distance, time difference, or busy schedule can ever take me away from you, please tell me you know that?” paige said softly, coaxing azzi to look up to her. 

suddenly, the dam of feelings within the younger broke, her lips trembling as she let out a soft whimper, followed by paige immediately wrapping her arms around her girlfriend, swallowing the sob that threatened to come out too. as azzi buried her face in her girlfriend’s chest, her tears staining her grey sweatshirt, paige rubbed her back attempting to calm her down while trying to ground herself too. 

“i’m scared. i’m scared of being alone and doing all of this without you.” azzi admitted softly, “im scared that I’ll miss you so much I wouldn’t know what to do. i'm scared that you’ll get so busy you’ll decide you don’t want me anymore.”

“azzi.” paige breathed out incredulously, “i know it’ll be tough. i know we’ll probably go through some pretty difficult shit. i'll finish a hell of a practice and I can’t just come over to your dorm for a hug, or…” Paige wiggled her eyebrows, coaxing a small laugh from the other, “and I know you’ll miss me when the world is a bit harsher than my princess deserves.” she smiles, bringing azzi a little closer, “but we’ve done long distance before and we’ll do it again. it’s you baby, you’re the one for me. i knew it when we were kids, and i know it now. you’re not getting away from me that easily.” she finished firmly, watching as azzi’s eyes softened. “Got it?” 

azzi nodded, her heart feeling a little lighter at the reassurance of her girlfriend, sighing softly as she burrows her head deeper into the blonde’s neck. her eyelashes flutter shut as the older peppers her head with small kisses. 

“i’m gonna visit you as much as i can. gonna get so sick of me.” azzi jokes as Paige lets out a soft chuckle. 

“never, az. could never get sick of my girl.” 

and although they know the day they get separated by thousands of miles gets closer by the second, they stayed wrapped around each other in their own world, breathing slowing down as they succumb to a sweet rest - their own sweet haven where it’s not paige bueckers the number one pick in the draft, or azzi fudd the most outstanding player. 

just azzi and paige. 

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[revelboo]

my glorius queen please i beg can u pretty please write a fanfic a smuty of rodimus idw i feel like i am going back to my simping era for him i want top reader pretty please

Sure! 🔞 Mass displaced mech 🌶️

AO3 should be fully updated with everything as of last night and the first chapters of every storyline should now have 🔞🌶️ on them so anyone encountering a fic in the wilds of Tumblr that just uses the navigation buttons on them instead of going through my blog gets a heads up instead of surprise, here’s spikes 🤣 I don’t know what’s going on, but I picked up about 30 people since the pixel incident and I’m seeing a lot of new interaction with Everything Is Alright in the middle of the story…

Scenario-top

Rodimus x Reader

• “Give me a klik-wait,” he groans and you can feel his plating heating under your palms as he swears and reaches up, hands fisted over his head against his berth as he vents raggedly, optics shuttered. Biting into the bottom of your lip, it’s so hard to be still. There’s something so tempting about him on the verge of out of control. But you wait for him, feeling him shudder with a ragged growl.

• Optics finding you when you lean over him, it’s so hard to not reach for you. “You’re not going to hurt me,” you whisper, mouth brushing his jaw and you shift on him, wet heat gripping his spike to make his helm thump back against the berth even as his hips lift. Trusting him completely. Don’t you understand you’re playing with fire? Literally? And you’re moving on him, hips rolling. “Give me your hands, Roddy.” Staring desperately up at you as you watch him, eyes hooded, riding him.

• Watch his jaw clench before he lifts a trembling hand. So afraid of his own abilities, afraid of hurting you and you love him for it, but you trust him. Know he’s got a lot more control than he thinks as you grip his wrist and lay his palm on your hip. Feel when he rumbles where you’re tied intimately together and his servos slide over you, touch almost reverent. And so soft.

• “See?” You whisper, hips lifting and falling, rocking as you take him deep and you feel so good wrapped around his spike. Still can’t believe you’re his, still so worried he’ll mess this up. Accidentally hurt you. Servos skimming over you as your lips part, he loves the way you look right now, the sounds you’re making. Wants to memorize this moment.

• There. His hands on your hips, encouraging you to move faster on him as his optics never leave your face. Almost worshipful as his hips lift to meet you. “This is mine,” he growls, and you feel his hands, feel the heat of him on your skin, inside you. “More.” It’s a demand and you’re so close, lagging as you start trembling. And those big hands keep effortlessly moving you on his spike until you’re coming apart with a cry and he keeps going. Hips snapping up as he groans, venting raggedly and fills you, he shudders. Reaching to pull you down to him, mouth brushing yours and then your forehead as he wraps his arms around you.

[woozinhos]

Hello dear, hope you're doing well!

Can you write a smut for Woozi where the reader is needy for sex but she doesn't know how to ask for it bc she's shy?

Next time just ask||Woozi x Reader

Notes: I’m doing great thank you hope you enjoy the fic!!

You've been thinking about Woozi all day, your mind constantly drifting to thoughts of him. You're feeling needy and frustrated, but you're too shy to ask him for what you want. As you lay in bed that night, you toss and turn, unable to get comfortable. Your body is on fire, and you know that the only thing that will satisfy your craving is Woozi.

You try to push the thoughts away, telling yourself that you're being ridiculous. But the more you try to ignore it, the more intense the feeling becomes. Finally, you can't take it anymore. You decide to text Woozi, hoping that he'll come over and take care of you. You type out a message, your fingers shaking as you hit send:

"Can you come over? I need you."

Woozi responds almost immediately: "Be there in 10."

You wait anxiously for Woozi to arrive, your heart pounding in your chest. You're nervous about how he'll react, and whether or not he'll be able to tell how desperate you are.

Finally, you hear a knock on the door. You take a deep breath and get up to answer it, trying to calm your racing thoughts. When you open the door, Woozi is standing there, looking at you with a mixture of concern and desire. "Hey," he says softly, stepping inside. "You sounded like you needed me."

You nod, feeling a wave of relief wash over you as he walks in. You close the door behind him and lead him to your bedroom. Once inside, you sit down on the bed, fidgeting with your hands. You're not sure how to start, or what to say. Woozi sits down next to you, sensing your nervousness.

"What's going on?" he asks gently, taking your hand in his. "You seem really on edge." You take a deep breath, trying to find the words to express what you're feeling. "I'm...I'm really needy," you finally say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I can't stop thinking about you, and I just...I need you to touch me." Woozi's eyes darken with desire as he hears your words. He pulls you closer, his hands roaming over your body.

"You don't have to be shy about it," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "I want you just as much as you want me." You melt into his touch, your body responding to his every move. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a deep kiss.

Woozi responds eagerly, his tongue exploring your mouth as he pushes you back onto the bed. He hovers over you, his body pressed against yours, and you can feel how hard he is already. You moan into the kiss, your hips bucking up against his. You're so turned on, you can barely think straight.

Woozi breaks the kiss and starts to trail kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. "You're so needy," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "I love it." Woozi's hands slide under your shirt, pulling it up over your head. He tosses it aside and takes a moment to admire your body, his eyes roaming over every inch of your skin.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his fingers tracing the curves of your breasts. "I can't believe how lucky I am to have you." You arch into his touch, your breath hitching in your throat. "Please, Woozi," you beg, your voice trembling with need. "I need you to touch me more." Woozi grins, clearly enjoying the effect he's having on you. "Don't worry, baby," he says, his hands moving lower to unbutton your pants. "I'm going to take care of you."

Woozi quickly strips off his clothes, revealing his toned body to you. You can't help but stare, taking in the sight of him standing naked before you. He notices your gaze and smirks, enjoying the way you're looking at him. "Like what you see?" he teases, climbing back onto the bed and hovering over you once again.

"I need you so bad," Woozi repeats, his voice rough with desire. "I've been thinking about this all day. About how tight you are, how wet you get for me." You moan at his words, your body already slick with anticipation. "Please, Woozi," you beg again, desperate for him to take you. "I need you inside me." Woozi wastes no time in positioning himself between your legs, his hard cock pressing against your entrance. He looks down at you, his eyes dark with lust.

"You're so ready for me," he groans, running the tip of his cock up and down your slit. "I can feel how wet you are." You nod, your hips bucking up in a silent plea for him to fill you. "Please, just fuck me," you whimper, unable to take the teasing any longer.

Woozi grins, clearly enjoying how desperate you are. "As you wish," he says, and with one swift thrust, he buries himself deep inside you. You cry out as he fills you completely, your body adjusting to his size. Woozi lets out a low groan, his eyes rolling back in his head.

"You feel so good," he gasps, slowly pulling out before slamming back into you again. "So tight and wet." He sets a rough pace, pounding into you with abandon. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixed with your moans and his grunts of pleasure.

"I can't get enough of you," Woozi growls, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he thrusts harder. "You're mine, all mine." You're lost in the pleasure, your mind blank except for thoughts of Woozi and the way he's making you feel. You cling to him, your nails digging into his back as you meet each of his thrusts.

"I'm close," you gasp out, feeling the familiar heat building in your core. "I'm gonna cum." Woozi's pace becomes more erratic, his own orgasm approaching. "Cum for me, baby," he urges, his voice strained. "Let me feel you come apart around my cock." You do as he says, your body trembling as you reach your peak. You cry out his name, your walls clenching tightly around him as you come.

Woozi follows soon after, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he spills inside you with a loud groan. He collapses on top of you, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath. Woozi peppers your shoulder with kisses, his lips trailing up to your neck. "Next time," he says, his voice still a little breathless, "just ask me to take you. No need to beg."

[fizzyapplecandy]

Ateez as Romance Tropes

The one with the one night stand

Other members

Seonghwa x Fem reader

Word count: 3.7k

Genres and warnings; accidental pregnancy, wrap it before you tap it!, minors dni, mild smut, mature language, fluff, humor, strangers to lovers

One night of passion brings you more than you can handle, but luckily Seognhwa is there to ease your jumbled mind.

"Oh God."

You stared at the two bright pink lines.

The lines that were about to change your whole life around.

"Oh my fucking God! Jongho!"

You rushed out of your bathroom and ran into the living room where your best friend was waiting, eyes wide with anticipation.

"So?" He asked, frozen in his spot when he noticed how frantic you were.

"It's... It's positive."

Both of your gazes dropped to your stomach, and you slowly lifted your hand to feel around it.

There was a tiny... Something inside of you. Something you never really thought about having, but weren't opposed to. But that something came too soon, too rushed.

"So... I don't mean to be that person, but... Is it, you know? Is it his?" Jongho questioned, being careful not to say the man's name out loud.

Your eyes widened, just now realizing what you have gotten yourself into.

"Oh no."

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One month ago

"Woohoo!"

"Get down from the chair Wooyoung!"

You tried grabbing your friend's arm to pull him down, but he was too into the song to stay still. Luckily, his boyfriend knew how to handle him in situations like these.

"Come on now Woo, you're giving the poor girl a headache." San put his strong arms around his waist and lowered him to the ground.

"You guys don't know how to have fun!" A pouty Wooyoung shouted, placing kisses all over San's face. You just shook your head and went to the bar to get another drink.

It was a Saturday, and you always went out to your usual club with the boys. Jongho was deep into an arm wrestling contest with Yeosang, San and Wooyoung were now all lovey dovey in the corner, Mingi and Yunho were showing off their amazing dance moves, but Hongjoong was nowhere to be seen.

He usually stayed by your side, watching over the friend group, but he told you he was going to be late tonight. Hongjoong went on a business trip recently and met another aspiring designer along the way. You forgot his name, but you knew your friend was bringing him over tonight to meet you all.

You weren't in the mood, to be honest. Maybe it was because you had a tough week at work, trying not to strangle your new boss, or maybe because you were watching couples being all loved up. Honestly, you yearned for someone to hold onto at night, but it just wasn't meant to be yet.

"Why so sad, sugar?"

You turned around, surprised to hear his voice, even though you knew he was coming tonight.

"Hongjoong!"

He wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up and giggling along with you.

"Hey there! I missed you!"

"I missed you too! Gosh, I can't parent these kids no more!"

You laughed, but he understood how stressed you must have felt.

"No worries, daddy Hongjoong is back!"

"Joong, I'm glad, but please don't say it like that!"

You grimaced, and your friend only chuckled at your expression. It seemed like Hongjoong suddenly remembered something, because he turned around and waved someone over.

"Y/N, I want you to meet Park Seonghwa, the new friend I was telling you about."

"Hi there."

Goodness gracious. Park Seonghwa had to be the most handsome man on planet earth. His dark hair was cut short, but some of the longer strands fell over his eyes. He was dressed to the nines in something you probably couldn't afford to look at, and his stance was confident.

Almost borderline cocky, if you were being completely honest.

"O-Oh... Hello."

"You must be Y/N, right? Hongjoong has told me a lot about you, but I must say..."

He leaned over, whispering the next sentence in your ear.

"... I get why he calls you sugar, because you look like a real sweet treat."

Ah. There it is. You knew something must be wrong about such a handsome man. Of course he was a fuckboy.

"Yeah, thanks. I'm gonna go now, you two enjoy your night! Joong, come catch-up with us later!"

You blew a kiss to a confused Hongjoong, leaving him with Seonghwa and walking over to the rest of the group. They've settled down at the table in the meantime, and you were glad the chaos was over.

For now at least.

"Major fuckboy alert!"

Mingi gasped.

"Who's competing with me?"

You scoffed, pointing at the arm he had wrapped around Yunho.

"Please, be serious. You haven't left Yunho's side in how long now?"

Mingi pouted, leaning into his boyfriend's side.

"... Five years in August."

"That's right." You nodded, plating yourself beside Jongho.

The younger tapped you on the shoulder to make you look at him.

"What's up?"

You sighed, sipping on your vodka.

"Hongjoong's new friend is to die for, until he opens his mouth."

Jongho pointed his finger, making you follow along.

"You mean that one? They already said hi to us before going to the bar to find you, he was really cool."

"Yeah, maybe to you."

You wanted to continue your rant, but the very man you were gossiping about approached with Hongjoong.

"Finally! Come on people, make room. We're about to get this party started!"

Hongjoong sat opposite you, making the only free seat available the one next to you. Seonghwa planted himself there, throwing his arm around the back of your chair.

"So, what's your story sugar?" He whispered into your ear.

You jerked away from him, surprised he got so close to you. The other thing that surprised you was how nervous you got.

"I don't have a story. And don't call me that, we just met."

Seonghwa looked confused for a second. He wasn't used to the cold shoulder from girls, but he figured you weren't his usual type.

Not that he particularly had one, but being in the fashion industry only lets you meet a certain amount of people. Fake people, only interested in your connections.

However, you were someone real. Someone who wasn't about to give into his charms so easily. Seonghwa was hooked before he realised it.

The night went on like this - you running away and being rude, while a desperate Seonghwa tried to get a smidge of your attention. The other boys found it hilarious, and Seonghwa seemed to fit right into your little group.

The other thing that certainly progressed was your drink intake. Maybe you were frustrated with the fact that you were warming up to the handsome fellow, and you tried to drown it with vodka.

A hefty amount of it, too.

It seemed like everybody was on the same page, because two hours later, Seonghwa was a blushing mess who couldn't stop giggling at Yunho's bad jokes.

The smile on his face brought out a small one of your own. He didn't seem so bad when he was like this. Or was it just your mushy brain convincing you?

It didn't matter anyway, because before you knew it, you were hollered up in a corner, making out with him.

"You finally warmed up to me, huh?"

"Stop talking."

You grabbed his face and brought his lips to yours again, continuing the dance between your teeth, tongue and lips. Seonghwa's hands explored your body, staying respectful despite the fact you were literally pressed up against each other.

"Wanna get out of here?" He asked before putting his lips back onto yours.

"Hell yeah."

The ride to his new place was spent giggling into each other's mouths as you tried to continue kissing, the poor taxi driver having to listen to your antics.

The elevator ride was something else, because you managed to unbuckle his belt while he accidentally ripped one of your dress straps.

It was hot, heavy, and you couldn't wait to take his clothes off.

No time was wasted when your back finally hit his king sized bed. Your hands were all over each other, squeezing and caressing places that made you both moan out in pleasure.

Once he finally entered you, the look on his face changed. Seonghwa was taking it slow, trying to set a good pace because he knew he'd come too soon. You just felt that heavenly around him.

"I like you, Y/N. It's crazy how much, knowing we just met."

You wanted to respond, but his thrusts sped up and you could only sigh while wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.

"I-I'm close. Harder, Seognhwa, please."

"Yes, yes... Anything you need, sugar."

You hit your climax before you even realised it, Seonghwa following soon after.

He slowly pulled out, laying on his side and wrapping you up in his arms.

"That was..."

"Yeah..." You said, exhausted, but incredibly satisfied.

The night went on like this after you both caught your breath for a moment.

When you were both finally spent, Seognhwa made sure to clean you up before settling back into his bed. For some reason, you couldn't fall asleep even after he drifted off.

So, you sneaked out of his place as the sun went up, feeling guiltier than you should. You only just met him, and he didn't really leave the best first impression, but the spark between you was undeniable.

You had no idea how badly you messed up until the next time he came to a friendly gathering at Hongjoong's place. Seonghwa acted as if nothing happened, and you were devastated.

It was your fault, honestly, but you were still a bit hurt about it. There was no point in ruining the fun for everyone, so you just went along with the situation.

You weren't aware just how much your lives would change in a month's time.

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Present day

"Did you use protection?" Jongho asked, holding onto your hand as you sat next to each other on your couch.

"We... I think we did, I don't know? I was too drunk, and besides, I'm on the pill... I thought..."

"Hey, hey, I'm not judging you. I'm just asking, it's a valid question." He tried to calm you down, but it wasn't working. Tears were already falling down your cheeks, and the positive test on the coffee table was starting back at you like it was about to consume you.

"What... What am I going to do now? This is so messed up Jongho." You cried, placing your head into your hands.

"Oh baby... We'll figure something out, okay?"

That's when you heard your doorbell go off. You snapped your head up, looking at Jongho who seemed too calm about everything.

"Don't worry, I know who it is." He stood up, going over to let the person in.

"Y/N?" Hongjoong asked, coming to kneel in front of you. You glanced at Jongho who just shrugged.

"I had to call for back up. I know he can be of better help than me."

"Y/N, is it true?"

You looked at Hongjoong before throwing yourself into his arms. He only sneezed you tight, patting your back as you sobbed.

"Oh sweetie... It's okay, you know that? We'll figure something out."

"B-But Joong... You're going to hate me when I tell you who... You know." You cried, refusing to let go of him.

"Y/N, look at me. Come on, I know already."

You froze, slowly detaching yourself from him. He didn't look mad, or even disappointed. On the contrary, he had a small smile on his face.

"Hwa couldn't keep it to himself, but he made me promise not to tell you. The man has been devastated about fucking up his chance with you."

"He what?" You mumbled, not believing him.

He only nodded and continued.

"Yeah, he really likes you. Why did you run off on him?"

"I... Well... I don't know, okay! We had such an amazing night, and then we did what we did, and I don't know... I got scared."

"At least now you have a good enough reason to talk to him again." Both your and Hongjoong's head snapped towards Jongho, and the poor boy looked frightened.

"Sorry, I told you I'm not good at this."

You laughed, the tears slowly drying up.

"It's okay, thank you. I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you both."

You spent the rest of the evening sandwiched between the two men, considering all of your options.

"I take it you want to keep the baby?" Hongjoong asked while peeling an orange for you. You've told them how sick you've been feeling for the past week, and oranges were the only thing you could stomach easily.

"Yeah... I think I do. I don't know, I've always wanted to have a family, and this baby is here for a reason. I just don't know how I'm going to manage being a single mom."

"A single mom? What about Seonghwa?" Jongho asked, continuing to run his fingers through your hair.

"Oh come one, he's a designer for god sakes. He's traveling all the time, and he's not about to drop all of that to become a dad. Be for real."

"You haven't even talked to him yet, how can you know?"

"Jongho... I can't get my hopes up in any way, so please, let's not talk about this anymore."

Hongjoong stayed silent throughout your debate with Jongho, itching to tell you how wrong you were.

Seonghwa was constantly pestering his friend about you, day and night. He was so into you it hurt, but he wasn't sure how to approach you after the night you shared. The one where you left him without a word, and never mentioned anything again.

"Okay, here's your orange. I'm going to run you a bath, and then we can watch a movie. We'll think of a plan along the way. You're not alone in this, that baby already has seven amazing people out here who will gladly be of help whenever you need."

You looked at Hongjoong, thankful to have such an amazing friend by your side.

"Let's... Let's not tell anyone else before I talk to Seonghwa, okay? I don't want him finding out because Mingi couldn't keep his big mouth shut."

The two men laughed, agreeing it was for the best. The rest of the evening was spent on the couch, in the comforting arms of your two friends as your brain went haywire.

Your life was about to become much more complicated, and you still had to do the toughest thing of them all - Tell Seonghwa.

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"Y/N? Hey there... Where's Hongjoong?"

A confused Seonghwa stood by your table as you gestured for him to sit on the chair opposite you. Your tea was cold, hands wrapped around the mug only there to keep you grounded.

"Hi. Hongjoong won't be joining us today. I have to... I have to talk to you about something, so I asked Joong to call you. I wasn't sure if you'd show up otherwise."

"Oh..." Seognhwa was confused. Why would you all of the sudden want to talk to him? It's been a month since you two shared a wonderful night together, but you made it clear it was just that. One night.

The waitress came and took his order, and you took the chance to rummage through your bag for the little black and white photo. You hid it under the table, waiting for him to settle in.

"So, what's this about? I know we aren't exactly on speaking terms..." He wandered off, his eyes never meeting yours as he spoke.

"Listen, there is no easy way to say this, so I'm just going to... Well..."

You placed the little photo at the center of the table, pushing it slightly towards him.

"This right here is... Our little blip. I know it's yours because I haven't been with anybody for a while, and after our night as well. So... Yeah."

It took a while for him to react. His eyes were still glued on the tiny sonogram photo you took, not even sure where exactly he should be looking.

"You're... You're pregnant?" He whispered, slowly moving his fingers over the edges of the photo.

"I am. I'm sorry, truly. We were kind of... Careless that night. I'm keeping the baby, it's something I want to do, but you won't be obligated to do anything you don't want. I'm fully prepared to tackle this by myself. I just wanted you to know."

He seemed... Angry all of the sudden.

"Obligated? What are you talking about? This is my blip too! I'm not letting you do this by yourself. We'll... Work something out."

You sighed, finally looking straight into his eyes. You couldn't quite decipher his feelings about everything, but there was a strong determination behind his intense gaze.

"Are you sure? Seonghwa, this is something life changing, you know? We don't exactly... Know each other the best. You don't have to decide this instant."

"I am absolutely positive. I won't let you go through this alone. I'm as much responsible as you are, so we're in this together. Besides, this way you won't run off on me, again."

Silence enveloped you after he said that. He was right, you had to give him that. You sighed, giving him a shy smile afterwards.

"I guess you're right."

"How do we... How do we do this? Do we move in together? What should we do?"

You noticed how flustered he suddenly got, probably realizing what you'd have to figure out in the span of nine months.

"Relax, Seonghwa, it's still early to think about that. Besides, I have a room in my apartment that can be transformed into a nursery, and I really don't want to move right now. So, we'll go from there and, I don't know, see how things progress?"

You shrugged, while he only nodded along.

"Okay, fair enough. When's your next appointment? I assume you have weekly or monthly check ups?"

"Oh, you don't have to-"

"I want to. I think I made it clear by now that I really want to be a part of this. So, when is it?"

The way he looked at you suddenly made you blush, but you blamed the hormones for your reaction.

"Next Thursday."

"Great, I'll be there."

The two of you spent another half hour discussing your predicament before you started feeling too tired to speak. Seonghwa noticed your change in mood quickly.

"Want me to take you home?"

"I really want to be polite and decline but I'm too exhausted to do so."

Seonghwa chuckled, gesturing for you to go ahead. You exited the cafe and made your way towards his car. For some reason, he was staring at you intensely while you walked.

Once the two of you settled into his car, you turned towards him.

"Okay, spill. You're being really weird."

"Well..."

He sighed, glancing where your hands laid out on your stomach.

"I... I just can't believe I'm going to be a dad soon. I mean, I've always wanted a family, I just didn't think it would be so soon."

He noticed how you frowned and quickly corrected himself.

"Not that I mind! Don't get me wrong, please. I can't wait to meet our little blip, I just have a bad way with words. And... You make me kind of nervous."

Your eyes widened.

"Me? Make you nervous? Why is that?"

"Well..."

He kept silent after that, building up the courage to finally get his feelings off his chest. Almost a month has passed since your night together, and he tried pretending like it never happened for his own sake.

"Seonghwa? You're kind of leaving me hanging over here." You chuckled, lightly pushing his shoulder to make him snap out of his trance. He shook his head and started the car.

"Listen, I know this is not the moment, but we have to talk about that night. I need to know if... If you felt the same about it as I did."

His eyes were focused on the road, but you could tell it was easier for him not to look at you right now.

"And how would that be?" You asked, subconsciously putting your hands over your stomach.

"I... Something clicked, Y/N. Something in my mind, and my heart, telling me you're the one. Is that crazy? I know it probably sounds like it, but I just... I can't stop thinking about you, sugar."

"Is that why you're so calm about the baby?"

Seognhwa smiled lightly, glancing at how you cuddled into yourself.

"Maybe. I've always wanted to be a dad, and knowing you're going to be the mother of my child... I can't be mad about that. I can only feel... Excited."

"Oh, Seonghwa... We'll make this thing work, I promise." You reached over the console and placed your outstretched palm for him to grasp. He did so without thinking twice, happy to finally clear the air with you.

The rest of the ride went by smoothly, and you were in front of your building before you knew it.

"Here you go guys, you're home." Seonghwa said, looking at your belly before bringing his eyes to yours. You smiled, amused by the way he addressed both of you.

"Thank you, daddy."

His face made you burst out into laughter.

"Oh, lighten up! It's a sweet thing to say!"

Seonghwa shook his head, chuckling along with you.

"You're going to be the death of me. Go rest, our blip needs it."

"Seonghwa..." You said, cautious about the way you should approach him.

"Do you want to come with us? I mean, that's what blip's asking, you know."

He stayed silent for a moment, watching as a rosy hue printed your cheeks. Using your child was definitely a way of avoiding showing your true feelings for now, but he understood you needed more time to open up. However, he was not about to decline such a nice invite.

"You know what? Tell blip I'd love to hang out some more. But..." He stalled, looking into your eyes, the smile on his face mirroring yours. He leaned over, close to your ear. Your cheeks brushed against each other, his lips grazing your ear lightly.

"You can also tell our blip I'd like to spend some time with mommy as well."

Oh yes, this would truly be the most interesting and exciting experience of your life.

You could only be thankful someone like Seonghwa would be a part of it.

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The Best Thing - A No Love Lost Bonus Chapter

Main Masterlist - Series Masterlist

Read on A03!

Author's Note: This was so much fun for me. I love writing the chapters where they're just livin' life. Enjoy!

Chapter Title from Mine by Taylor Swift

Word Count: 7.1k

Summary/Warnings: Sorta-Request from @myladyship! You, Ben, and Ryan get a cat. Takes place ten months post-series.

That thing hadn’t been there, when Ben left the house this morning.

He was pretty goddamn certain it hadn’t.

But, as the mangy little creature stared at him from the couch, Ben ran back through the day in his head. Just in case.

He’d gotten up, fucked Her until she burst into flames, then made breakfast while She got ready for work. Normal morning. Perfect morning. Ryan had gotten on the bus—She’d be hesitant about him using that thing, worried about bullying, but it was working out pretty damn fine—and She’d come downstairs in a skirt that Ben had wasted no time in ripping off Her body. He’d buried himself between her thighs and tongue-fucked Her until she squirted all over his face, then he’d pulled out his cock and bent Her over the counter until she was screaming his name.

Normal morning.

He needed to buy Her a new skirt. She’d liked that one, and She liked Ben more, but he should still make sure She was a happy as fucking possible, all the damn time, because She was perfect and he fucking loved Her and there was nothing better in the world than taking care of Her and-

The creature yowled at him, and Ben scowled. It was looking at Ben like he was intruder, when this was his goddamn house, that had been bought with his fucking money—technically Her money, but as She frequently reminded him, the thing about marriage was that it was Ben’s money as well—and this thing didn’t have a single fucking say about where Ben did and didn’t go. 

It hadn’t been here when he’d left this morning. He was fucking positive. After the kitchen sex, he’d made Her eat, then driven Her to work. She’d given him a blowjob in the car—Christ, he was the luckiest man alive—and he’d had to go back to the house to change his pants, because of what Frenchie was calling the No Cum near the Chemicals rule. Apparently it was dangerous, and not the fun kind of dangerous. The that’s how Homelander happened kind of dangerous. 

So he’d changed his pants. 

Everything had been good. She’d been humming and peaceful in Ben’s body, Ryan’s turtle had been in its tank, and when he’d left the house, that had been it. Nothing else.

This place was supposed to be fucking secure. More secure than the fucking White House, because Singer was replaceable, and She and Ryan weren’t. Hughie had promised this place was fucking secure, and She’d pointed out that even if it wasn’t, none of them could be killed, and there wasn’t a single place in the world someone could take Her that Ben couldn’t find, but She shouldn’t have to be taken. She should get to fucking rest, and if this place could be broken into, even by an animal, Ben was going to brutally maul a lot of people. 

He couldn’t even be sure it was an animal. It might be a supe. Or a supes pet, sent to do something to them, and- 

What’s wrong with you.

He scowled into the air. I’m fine, Sunshine, go-

I can feel you, Benjamin. Your throat is getting tight, and it feels like the world is spinning. There was a brief pause. You’re home for the day, right? I know Butcher’s been trying to put together that clean-up mission for some of the stray Vought scientists, but he promised to give me a week heads up before you left-

I’m home. Ben needed to cut Her off there. She’d hurt herself. And Butcher’s still flailing around like a fucking pussy with that mission, cuckfuck can’t do paperwork to save his life.

Then what’s wrong.

Nothing’s- He let out a long breath, glaring at the cat. He couldn’t lie to Her. Don’t lose your damn mind, beautiful. I’m going to handle it.

He could hear Her frown. Handle what?

Intruder. In the house. Ben’s fists curled, and the creature yawned. Like Ben was fucking nothing. Calling him a coward, in his goddamn house, sitting of his fucking couch-

Ben, there are no intruders, I was home an hour- There was another second of silence, then She snorted. You’re talking about Maeve, aren’t you.

Ben frowned. I thought you said that lady went to fucking Florida or some shit-

California. And she did. I’m talking about the cat.

It stretched, then curled into a tiny ball in the pillows. 

Ben-

Ben grunted Her name down the connection. When the fuck did we get a cat. 

Um, about two hours ago. And before you get mad-

His eyes narrowed at the air. He had to shut that shit down, now. I’m not mad. I don’t get fucking mad at you, I just didn’t expect a goddamn cat. 

But-

No. I love you, and I’m not mad. 

She sighed in the silence. I know. I love you, too. 

Good. Explain.

Remember last month, when I said that I wanted a cat, and you said I could have ‘whatever the fuck I wanted’, and I said that I love you, and that’s very sweet, but if you don’t want a cat, you could just tell me?

Ben didn’t remember that. When did-

After Parent night, at school. Another Dad was talking about how hard it was to get gifts for his wife, and you got, um- She swallowed down the silent line, and Ben smirked. Her tone was growing softer, the way it only ever did for him. She was flushing, probably tapping Her fingers on her desk, and thinking about Ben with an infinite love he could feel, through his whole body.

Sunshine-

You told everyone that gift giving wasn’t hard at all, when your wife made you harder than anything else.

Ben remembered that. He specifically remembered how She’d wrinkled Her pretty nose and whacked his chest, and how all the dumbfuck parents had looked mortified—good word, maybe MM was onto something with this word of the week shit—at his words, like they hadn’t already all fucked at least once to get their stupid fucking kids. 

She sighed in Ben’s ear. After that, when that bitch of a mom-

Fake Face-

Yeah. She asked you exactly how you were such a perfect husband, you told her that I was a perfect wife, and after she left I asked you the same thing, and you said that it was what I deserved, and you’d shoot yourself before you didn’t take care of me right, and taking care of me right meant fucking me right and getting me whatever I wanted and-

I ate you out in a supply closet. Ben grinned into the air, and the cat gave him an odd look. You nearly made the damn building burn down-

Yeah, because you decided that three orgasms ‘wasn’t enough’- 

And I was right, brat. I remember you begging to cum for me one more time, saying please and taking it like a good girl-

Fucking- I’m at work, Ben- 

Lock the door. 

I can’t, I’m in a meeting-

Then why the fuck are you talking to me-

Because I’m trying to explain the cat, you horny old cunt.

Smartass.

You love it. The point I was trying to make is that, after the, um, supply closet sex, I made a joke that you’d never need to get me anything at all, as long I had you and your, um- She coughed between their heads, Her voice suddenly a little breathy, and Ben could really see that flush over Her cheeks. Cock. And you took that very seriously and told me that I’d always have your cock, but you’d also give me the goddamn moon, if I asked. And I said that I’d settle for a cat, and, yeah. 

Right. Ben grunted down the connection. That tracked, and even if it didn’t, he didn’t really give a shit. If She wanted the cat, the thing could stay. Are you wet, Sunshine?

Benjamin- She sighed in his head. Meeting. We can’t have mind sex during another meeting. 

Nobody fucking caught you last time-

Yeah, but I have to stand up and talk this time- She cut Herself off, and Ben could almost see Her pretty frown. Is that it? About Maeve?

Ben shrugged. You want to keep the thing?

Yes, but-

Then that’s it. He shot the animal another glare. It was really fucking ugly. Why the fuck did you name it Maeve-

I don’t know, it looked like a Maeve-

It looks like a fucking Frankenstein-

That’s rude, Ben. Apologize to her. 

No. 

Benjamin-

It’s a fucking cat. It can’t even hear our conversation-

Yeah, but you’re probably glaring at her and making her feel nervous. Calm down and apologize. 

Ben let out a long, slow breath. For Her, he’d apologize to the fucking cat, because She wasn’t doing it to make fun of him. She was just perfect and kind and good, and genuinely wanted Ben to get along with this ugly creature on his couch. 

“Sorry.” He grunted to the thing, and it just blinked at him. I apologized.

Thank you, my love. There’s food for her in the kitchen-

I’ll handle it, darling. Have a good meeting. Kick all their fucking asses up their heads. 

She giggled down the connection. Gross.

You love it.

I do. I love you.

She did. And Ben could always feel it.

I love you too, Sunshine. 

She hummed, and faded back into only love, deep and permanent in Ben’s body. 

He’d feed the cat. For Her. 

But he’d also do fucking anything for Her, so a cat really wasn’t that bad at all.

——————

“Where did you find her?”

Ben didn’t have to look up to the wonder in Ryan’s voice. The kid loved the damn cat. He’d come home and his jaw had dropped, his eyes lighting up the moment he’d seen the ugly thing sitting in the middle of the fucking hallway. 

She’d shot Ben a smug grin, and he’d rolled his eyes, planting firm kiss on the top of Her head before stomping into the kitchen. 

They could fawn over the damn thing all they fucking wanted. Ben would not fall into line like a fucking pussy for an animal. Over the weekend it had eaten all its damn food in a second, jumped up on their bed twice, and—worst of all—managed to distract Her from sex. 

And after She’d let the fucker out into the yard, She’d come right back. Returned to their bed and crawled over Ben’s chest with a sweet, happy smile, laughing when he’d flipped Her over and pinned Her between his body and the mattress, then moaned his name when he’d fucked Her stupid.

“You’re jealous of the cat.” She’d whispered onto his lips, when he was still buried deep in Her cunt, and he’d scowled.

“Shut up.”

She’d laughed, holding Ben’s face between Her hands and looking perfect and beautiful and thoroughly, properly wrecked below him, and Ben had shut Her up with a long, deep kiss.

“I love you.” He’d muttered against Her still-parted lips. “Next time, let the damn cat out before you suck my cock.”

“Jealous-“

“I’m not jealous of the fucking cat,” he’d drawled Her name, pushing up on his elbows to give her a pointed look. “I just don’t want our fucking neighbors to see all my cum on your face, beautiful.”

She’d flushed, Ben had laughed and hauled Her up into his arms, and they’d taken a long, warm, uninterrupted shower.

But now the cat was back. She’d said it was an outdoor cat, and that it would do that, but still.

Now Ben had to listen to Her and Ryan fawn over it for doing nothing, while he cooked their fucking dinner.

“She was in the alley, outside my office.” Ben glanced over to see Her scratching the cat’s ear, and tried not to let it knock the breath out of his fucking chest. How beautiful She was. How fucking perfect She was.

He didn’t succeed.

He didn’t really fucking care, either. 

“We’d all been feeding her, for a few months. And Ben and I had been talking about getting a cat-“

Ryan looked over to Ben with wide eyes. “You have?”

“Yes.” Ben grunted. “Listen to your mother talk.”

There was a brief moment of silence that Ben didn’t understand, and then—like nothing had happened at all—She continued. Explaining to Ryan how rescues were always better than breeders, and She’d been able to feel the cat’s joy when She’d held it, so she figured giving it a good home with them was the best possible option. 

Ryan was asking a lot of questions about cat care, and the apparent fact that She could feel animal’s emotions—She’d explained that one before, something about them being slightly muted, but mostly through a barrier that was about biology or some shit—when the reason for the silence hit him.

He’d called Her Ryan’s mom. 

It wasn’t the first time he’d done that in his head, or at school meetings or senate hearings. But he’d never done it at home. 

He wasn’t fucking wrong. She was, in every fucking sense but biological, Ryan’s mother. And the kid’s biological mother was long fucking dead, so as long as Ryan didn’t hate it, he’d keep doing it. 

“You made Ryan really happy.” She told him later that night, and Ben frowned at Her from the dresser.

She was wearing one of his shirts, sitting cross legged on their bed. After they had this conversation, Ben needed to rip it off Her perfect body.

“I didn’t fucking do anything.”

“You accepted Maeve.” She hummed, smiling at him as he got changed. “And you called me his mom.”

Ben pauses, scanning over Her carefully. Her heart was at its normal rhythm, and she was happy and easy in his body but-

“I don’t mind that you called me that, Ben.” She whispered, tapping Her fingers on her knee. “I- It’s nice. Sometimes I wonder if I’m doing a good job with him, and I’ve been really worried that Ryan’s going to think we’ll love him less, now that we’re thinking of having another kid-“

“That’s fucking insane-“

She shook Her head. “It happens a lot, when someone gets a divorce and remarries, then has kids in the new marriage. And this isn’t that, but it’s adjacent, and I know he still worries about us waking up one day and deciding he’s too much like-“ 

She swallowed, Her heart picked up slightly, and Ben didn’t need Her to finish the sentence. There was only one pussy fuck in the universe who was able to make Her fearful and quiet like that, even when he was long gone.

So Ben moved to kneel before Her, brushing her hair out of Her face and muttering Her name until she met his gaze. 

“I’ll talk to Ryan.” He muttered. “Make sure he knows we’re never fucking replacing him, get that just like his father shit out of his head. And you are doing the best fucking job. You’re a goddamn marvel, Sunshine, and Ryan fucking knows it.”

She nodded, leaning down to press Her brow to Ben’s, soft tears falling from Her eyes.

Ben had long learned that he couldn’t stop it. That these were the storms that She just needed him to be there for, to ride out at Her side and then hold Her for as long as She asked after.

That didn’t mean he didn’t want to bring Homelander back to life, punch the fuckhead into the goddamn sun, then chop him up and feed him to sharks. 

“He’s dead.” Ben muttered. “Gone. Ryan’s safe, because you fucking killed him-“

“Technically Butcher killed him-“

“Technically Butcher can gargle my balls. You did all the damn work.” Ben wiped Her tears off her cheeks, holding her gaze as he continued. “Ryan wouldn’t want another mom. You’re fucking perfect, Sunshine, so stop losing your damn mind.”

She gave him a soft smile, nodded, and kissed Ben gently. Like they had time.

And they really fucking did. This was going to be forever, so Ben could unravel Her slowly when she started to almost fall over him and scratch at his back, ripping his shirt off Her body just like he’d promised, taking Her nipple into her mouth until she was moaning his name-

The cat yowled. Outside the door. 

It wanted to go outside again. And there wasn’t a fucking chance Ben was letting Her leave the bed, so pressed on last kiss to her brow, stomped outside, and opened the back door.

The cat trotted up behind him, looked between Ben and the yard, and sat down.

“Go.” Ben grunted, and it didn’t. It started licking its ass.

He gave up fast. His wife was waiting for him in bed, and She was far more important than the fickle animal—fickle, another good word, he was going to shove that one in MM’s face—so Ben slammed the door closed and returned to his bedroom with a scowl.

She slept easy that night. Wrapped in Ben’s arms, breathing even and heartbeat in perfect time with his. 

When he woke up, he peeled Her off his body with a kiss to the top of Her head, gave himself plenty of time to admire how fucking beautiful she looked—happy, peaceful, almost glowing in the morning light—and forced himself out of bed.

She needed coffee. And Ben could give that Her, easily.

But he opened the door, and the fucking cat was waiting for him. Circled up outside their bedroom door, so comfortably settled that Ben would bet a lot of damn money it had been there all night.

“Fucking pervert.” He grumbled, stepping over its tail and walking to the stairs. 

The cat only stretched, yawned, and followed Ben down the hall.

—————

Ben had the house to himself for the night. She was out with Annie and Kimiko doing whatever women did to have fun—crime? probably crime—and Ryan was back at Butcher’s, so Ben had the whole fucking house to himself.

He hated it.

It was empty. Quiet. Too damn much like life before the Russian’s got him—when the world had been boring and flat and he’d hated every single fucking pussy he had to talk to—and Ben fucking despised it. He’d agreed to a nice, big house in the suburbs because that’s what She wanted. Something simple, and normal, because the rest of their lives would always remain in pure fucking chaos. Ben would’ve lived anywhere She told him to, as long as She was there.

And She’d be back tonight. Ben knew She’d be back tonight, and he could feel Her halfway across the city—and there was no danger or distress down the connection, so everything was good—but he still fucking missed Her.

He should’ve damned the custody agreement and taken Ryan back for the night. It wasn’t even a legal thing, it was just Her being too kind, too good, and giving Butcher alternate weekends. Ben could’ve told Butcher to suck his fucking dick, because he wanted to take Ryan to an arcade, or watch a movie, or just go out in the yard and do some baseball-

But Ryan liked going to Butcher’s. 

And Ben was a grown fucking man. He’d fought in a war. Two, if he counted all the shit with Homelander. He could survive for a goddamn night while his son and wife were gone, and then they’d come home, and everything would be good again. 

Bonus, when he tackled Her to the floor and fucked Her dumb in the hallway, then on the stairs, then anywhere in their bedroom that She asked, Ben be able to grumble all the praise and teasing comments he wanted, and She’d be twice as perfect and needy for him than usual. Which was fucking saying something, because She’d already been an hour late to Her dinner, after a hand job, Ben ruining Her first outfit to fuck Her against the door, and fingering in the shower. 

He fucking loved Her. 

He could survive the night.

Dinner was steak, but he made too much and put some in the fridge for Her later. He did some training, and showered, and ended up on the couch, flipping through the shows to try and find something that he could watch alone.

Everything was better when She watched it with him. When they watched documentaries, She’d make little smart mouthed jokes that were funnier than the program, and when they watched dramas, She’d curl right up into his side, where She fucking belonged. If it was something She loved, She’d spend half the time talking over it—telling Ben a million little facts and opinions—and he didn’t care that he couldn’t hear the show, because She was more fucking important by a mile.

The best was when Ben would watch baseball and She’d pretend to know what the hell was happening. She was fucking adorable—trying to act like She understood the rules—and She’d get all damn riled up on his behalf when the ref made a shit call. Then Ben would explain it to Her, she’d stare up at him with parted lips and a slack, wanting expression, and he’d just chuckle, pull Her further into his lap, and kiss Her until she was writhing in his hold-

Ben started with a grunt as the cat jumped up onto his lap. A month living with them instead of the alley had done it well—smoother, cleaner fur, a lighter step, a proper stomach—but it had also seemed to grow, annoyingly, fond of Ben.

Fucking Ben.

He fed it the most. It was the only explanation. Ben was usually up first, so he fed the thing more than She or Ryan did, and that’s why it liked him. 

He also let it outside the most, but that was just so She wouldn’t flash the neighbors. She cleaned its litterbox, and pet it more, and it should fucking love Her because everything should love Her, and Ben was not the one who had rescued it from a damn alley.

“I don’t know, Pretty Boy.” She’d smiled at him yesterday, when he’d grumbled about this over dinner. “I think you’re very lovable.”

“You’re fucking bias, Sunshine, you don’t count-“

She’d shrugged. “Agree to disagree. If I was a cat, I’d follow you around all the time.”

“Because you goddamn love me-“

“Maybe Maeve loves you.”

“It’s a fucking cat,” He’d grumbled Her name, and the cat walked into the kitchen, rubbing against Ben’s ankles and looking up at his like it fucking expected something. “See, it just wants my food-“

“I’m eating the same thing.” She’d hummed, giving him an amused look. “Why isn’t she trying to get my attention?”

That had been a good point. She was so fucking beautiful and smart—Her wedding ring shining on Her finger and all of Ben’s love radiant in his chest—and that had been a damn good point.

So Ben had just rolled his eyes. “Brat.”

“Cunt.”

“This a fucking calamity,” He’d grumbled Her name, and Her smile had widened.

“Word of the week?”

He’d grunted, and She’d giggled, leaning Her head on his shoulder. “You used it wrong, my love.”

“The website-“

“The website was wrong. I sent MM a new one to use a few days ago. Calamity is for disasters, it’s not intangible with just a bad thing. Like- A hurricane, or a war. Those are calamities. Not our cat loving you.”

“It doesn’t love me.”

“Yes, it does.”

She’d smiled up at him, pressed a kiss right over his beard, and Ben had let it go.

But now the cat was on his fucking lap.

Looking at him with big, shining eyes in the dark, starting to kneed on his leg like it was going to-

Christ on a fucking cross, the thing sat down.

He should shove it off. Stand up. Get it away. 

But it was Her fucking cat. She adored this thing, and harming it would be, in a way, harming Her-

Ben narrowed his eyes at it. “One-time thing, you fucking pussy, got it?”

The cat blinked at him. Ben decided it understood. 

It fell asleep on his lap. Ben fell asleep on the couch. And when he woke up in the morning they’d been joined by Her, tucked into Ben’s side with her arms wrapped around his torso. Still in Her dress from last night.

Ben grinned, running his fingers through Her hair until she let out a soft, happy sound, and still didn’t move. 

There were much fucking worse places to be trapped.

———

Butcher’s days were fucking numbered. 

The cuckass had said four days. This mission would take four days. They’d fly out, finish it in two, clean up whatever mess they left behind, then fly back home. The pussy scientists wouldn’t know something was wrong until Ben was punching them square in the face, they might catch a rogue supe or two in the process, and then Ben could go the fuck home.

But then the FSAB agents got fucking cocky, and tried to join in, and they’d had to spend a whole fucking day reworking the plan. Then they’d gotten into the lab, but one of the head scientists had seen them coming—none of the team had said it aloud, but they’d exchanged sharp looks of we did our damn jobs, this is the government’s fault—so they needed to track the pussy down. And the scientist had hid all his research, so they had to fucking find that as well, and if one more pussy suit from the FBAA asked Ben about a single goddamn thing, he was going to start throwing nukes out and crushing fucking skulls-

“That’s not very nice, Pretty Boy.”

Ben rolled his eyes, glaring at Her pretty face on the tiny screen of his phone. “I’m not trying to be fucking nice, I’m trying to come home-“

“I know, but I’d still appreciate not having to visit you in prison.”

“Prisons can’t fucking hold me-“

She sighed, giving him a flat look. “Ben, you know they’ve been developing things to hold all of us down if they need to, right?”

He sat taller in his chair, and the radiance in his chest growing white-hot, because nobody was allowed to fucking touch Her, not a single fucking pussy in the universe, Ben didn’t give a shit about them trying to put him back under, but She’d been held and broken too many fucking times, and Ben would be damned if he let it happen again-

“I’m fine, now, Ben.” She gave him a soft smile through the screen, and Ben really wished he could touch Her. Hold Her. Kiss Her and let Her melt into his arms, where She was fucking safe. “You’d feel it if I wasn’t.”

He would. That was true. 

It didn’t make him relax, though.

“What the fuck do you mean, hold us down.”

“I-“ She let out a long breath, and Ben could see Her fingers tapping on the table. “We’re the most dangerous group of people on the planet, Ben. And we’re all friends and co-workers and it’s been established based on previous patterns that we’d do anything for each other. To the government, that’s a threat, especially because we haven’t exactly played nice with them historically.”

“We would’ve played nice if they weren’t fucking idiots.” Ben grumbled, and it got an adoring smile and easy laugh, so now he was mostly sitting tall with a glowing pride in his chest.

She continued, Her voice a little lighter than before. “Yeah, but to them it’s just not playing nice. It’s the threat thing. Butcher’s a known loose cannon, and now he can shoot laser out of his eyes. Annie’s sweet, but she can still fly and create electrical storms, and she killed the Deep. Kimiko can’t be killed, and she does have a terrorist background, and they-“ She cut Herself off with a long sigh. “I know for a fact that a lot of top officials in Singer’s cabinet are still trying to get Ryan taken away from us and locked up.”

“I won’t fucking let that happen, Sunshine.” Ben muttered, his hands moving forward on a useless fucking instinct to touch Her, but She was just an image in a screen. He did the second-best thing instead. I’ll fucking kill them, all of them, before they lay a single goddamn finger on you or Ryan-

I know. She gave him a small, sad smile. But they know that. We’re the biggest threat, Ben. They know what you’ll do for Ryan and I, they know Ryan’s attached to us and won’t voluntarily leave, and they- I’m the problem. The big one.

Ben scowled. She could be a problem, but only in the way where She’d get on Her knees and beg Ben to suck his cock, or become a pleading, needy mess below him. She gave him a million fucking problems every goddamn day, and he fucking loved it, but the goddamn government didn’t know that, so-

They haven’t gotten anything for me. She sighed. There’s literally no way to incapacitate me. 

Good. 

No, Ben, it’s- They’re well aware that if they knocked you down, I’d come get you in ten fucking seconds, and all bets would be off. 

He grinned at Her. You’d break me out of prison, darling? 

Of course I would, you smug ass-

You love me.

I do, but-

Ben said Her name, firm and strong down the bond, and She blinked at him through the screen. Nothing’s going to fucking hurt us again. Ever. Or Ryan, or any of our other kids.

She raised Her brows. Other kids?

He rolled his eyes. I fucked you full of my cum last week, smartass.

Yeah, but I like hearing you say it.

What, that I’m going to fuck you so good you’re never going to empty of me? Ben smirked, leaning a little closer to the phone so he could see Her flush. That I’m going to make you so cockdrunk you never come down, that I’m going to take such good fucking care of you while you’re carrying our kid that they’ll come out fucking glowing-

Babies don’t glow. She mumbled, but Ben knew that voice. And that flush. 

He’d won. She was distracted from thoughts of the government, and looking at him with dazed, adoring eyes through the phone, and nothing was wrong in the entire world. Our babies could glow. Frenchie said they’d be supes-

Yeah, but- Actually, that’s a good point. This would be the first completely supe baby in history, and the first one with our V-

So it would glow.

We don’t know that it wouldn’t, but I doubt-

It’ll glow. Ben grinned at Her. It’s your baby, beautiful. It’ll glow.

She rolled Her eyes, the flush deepening. Kiss ass.

Brat. I’m going to fuck you so good when I get home, He drawled Her name between their heads, and could fucking feel Her want for him through his whole goddamn body. Make you fucking stupid on my cock-

Ben, please-

Save it, Sunshine. He winked at Her in the phone. Need to hear it when I’m buried in that perfect fucking pussy-

Ryan’s home, you asshole-

He laughed. Kid’s used to it.

Yeah, but- She cut Herself off, her gaze dropping away from the phone to something on the floor. “Hi, baby, do you wanna say hi?”

Ben frowned. “I didn’t give you a baby yet-“

She laughed, shooting Ben an amused look. “It’s Maeve. She heard your voice.”

“I was talking on the- How the fuck did she hear me.”

“I’m sorry, Pretty Boy, you were talking on the what?”

“The Ben’o’phone.” He grunted, leaning forward in his chair to see what she was looking at, Her attention remaining on the floor. The movement wasn’t helping. The image wasn’t moving. “Answer my damn question-“

“We were talking aloud earlier,” She shrugged. “And I’m wearing one of your shirts, so maybe she can just smell you.”

“Why the fuck would that matter-“

“Because she loves you. I get it.” She smiled down at the floor. “Come here, you can talk to him as well.”

Ben grunted Her name, and half a second later he was staring at a cat ass instead of his wife. 

Then Maeve turned and started head-butting the camera, and Ben would be pissed if he couldn’t also hear Her laughing in the background. 

The point of the call had been to fucking see Her. And, because She was perfect, she did pull Maeve into Her lap after a few seconds, continuing as if nothing had happened. 

It kept looking at him, the whole call. She was petting Maeve’s ears as they talked, and it kept fucking staring at him-

“She misses you, Ben.”

He shook his head. “It’s a fucking cat, Sunshine, it’s forgotten I exist-“

“No, she misses you. Yesterday she was yowling at the door, and then she was disappointed when I opened it instead of you.”

“How the fuck-“

“I can feel it. She misses you.” She paused, and gave him a small smile. “I miss you. Tell Butcher to hurry up, or I’ll punch him.”

Ben snorted. “I don’t think he’s going to be that perturbed by that, beautiful.”

“Then let’s fucking test the theory-“ She paused, Her smile growing. “Perturbed. That’s good. Do you want me to tell you if MM uses it?”

“He fucking has to, that’s how word of the week works-“

She laughed. “It’s Thursday, my love, have you used it multiple times?”

“No.” Ben grunted. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

Her smile could build new universes, and the love in Ben’s chest was so fucking powerful, he was convinced it might. 

“I love you, Benjamin.” She whispered, and Maeve made a little sound on Her lap. “We both do.”

Ben grunted. “I love you too, Sunshine. Just you.”

She wrinkled Her nose at him, dropping Her voice to a mocking, fake whisper. “He loves you, Maeve, he’s just grumpy.”

He didn’t.

But he did love how fucking happy She was, wearing his shirt and being beautiful and sitting, safe and easy in their home. 

If he didn’t get home soon, Butcher was going to have to die.

———

The flight had been too fucking long. Too many goddamn hours stuck on a plane sitting next to fucking Butcher, because the pussy was somehow the only person on the whole goddamn plane that wasn’t either talking shit about how dumb those scientists had been—Frenchie and Kimiko had holed up in the corner, and Ben wasn’t good enough at that sign language shit to keep up, so he couldn’t participate in the conversation if he wanted to—or trying to hit on him.

All these dumbfuck BSFA agents kept hitting on him. 

“You look like you got a stick up your fuckin’ ass, gov-“

“Shut up.” Ben grunted, shooting Butcher a glare. “I want to get the fuck home, not have a conversation.”

Butcher just shrugged. “I ain’t tryin’ to talk to you either, but it’s lookin’ like it’s either that or leavin’ you to the bloody wolves over there.”

Ben didn’t have to follow Butcher’s gaze to know that he was talking about the giggly FSSB agents in the corner of the jet. He could fucking hear them, hear them talking about him like he was fucking meat, and he missed Her-

“Don’t know why they’re botherin’.” Butcher drawled, leaning back in his seat. “Half the shit you’ve said the whole mission is about how fuckin’ perfect your girl is-“

“Because she is perfect-“

“I know that, Gov, but I ain’t tryin’ to ride your dick, either-“

“Nobody rides my dick but-“

Butcher cut him off with Her name, giving Ben a flat look. “I told you. I know. We all fuckin’ know.”

Ben scowled, jerking his head to the agents. “They don’t.”

“Well, that’s their fuckin’ heads, ain’t it. She’d kill ‘em if she heard.”

It was impossible to stop the grin on Ben’s face. She would kill them. She was a lot more fucking possessive than people gave Her credit for, and She’d burn them all to ash, looking fucking beautiful doing it, then jump into Ben’s arms and ride him until She was moaning his name and cumming all over his cock-

“Bloody Christ, Mate.” Butcher grumbled. “I can see your fuckin’ hard-on.”

Ben didn’t really give a fuck. The conversation moved on to Ryan, and some book the kid was reading, and he got boners about Her around the team all the damn time. This was a lot better than when they had brain sex in front of everyone, so Butcher could fucking deal.

It only became a problem when one of the FFAA agents got real fucking bold, stood up, walked in front of Ben and Butcher, and cleared her throat. 

“Mr. Soldier Boy-“

Ben grunted, shooting her a glare. “What.”

“I just wanted to tell you that you were really brave out in the field today.” The agent batted her lashes at him, and Ben almost felt fucking bad for her. She wasn’t ugly, but compared to his wife—more beautiful than all the fucking stars and planets and works of art in the universe, holy and sacred and fucking perfect—she was nothing. 

“Well, I’m good at my fucking job.” He muttered, turning back to Butcher, and the asshat looked like he was going to start laughing. 

The woman didn’t give up. “Yeah, you- you really are. I was just wondering, if you have any post-mission rituals to help us-“

“Gov’s gonna go home, ain’t he. Gettin’ his dick wet.” Butcher was grinning as the agent blushed, and the pussy was looking far too fucking amused for Ben’s liking. “Or he’s just knockin’ right out to bloody hell-“

“Shut the fuck up, Butcher.”

“Sorry, agent.” Butcher winked at the woman, and Ben was going to throw him out of the plane. “Old men ain’t good to sleep well when they don’t got their own bed.”

The woman sighed, giving Ben a look of fucking pity. “I’m so sorry, is it-“ She looked around, dropping her voice to a whisper. “Nightmares?”

It was. Without Her there, the nightmares about Homelander rising up from the dead, locking Ben in a box, and fucking hurting Her always returned.

“I miss my wife.” He grumbled, and Butcher snorted.

“Your-“ The woman’s eyes widened. “I- I’m sorry, I just heard that your marriage was a front for, um, for the-“

“Sweetheart.” Butcher cut the woman off with a bored, amused tone. “I’m tellin’ you from firsthand experience, they’re the two horniest cunts alive, that marriage is a sham just as much as my tits ain’t real.”

Ben rolled his eyes, and the woman swallowed.

“But- I’ve heard the Anomaly’s story, with Homelan-“

“Don’t fucking call her that.” Ben snapped. “And you don’t know goddamn shit about her. I fucking-“

“You love her, Gov. We’ve heard.”

Ben scowled. “I do. I’m fucking rife with it. Love.”

Butcher raised his brows. “Word of the week?”

Ben nodded, and he was only vaguely aware of the agent, shuffling back to her friends with loud whisper about how, apparently, Soldier Boy and the Anomaly were really married.

Butcher hummed. “That’s a good one. You beatin’ MM?”

“It’s not a fucking competition-“

“Not with that shit attitude, it ain’t.”

Ben snorted, and he was almost home. So fucking close, Her presence over his skull calling him closer, because he was almost fucking home, and it didn’t goddamn matter what some pussy agents thought, nothing in the world was fucking better than going home, to Her.

Although he might have to start fucking Her in public more. Or at least kissing Her stupid and dizzy where the world could see it. That agent wasn’t the first to doubt, for some stupid fucking reason, that She and Ben weren’t really together. It was one of the hundred reasons why he never took his ring off, so everyone fucking knew, just a little more, that Ben was Her’s. That the tabloids and useless fucking gossip websites could talk all they fucking wanted about how She and Ben were just a front marriage, and Ryan was actually Her biological son with Homelander—that timeline didn’t fucking add up at all, but none of the damn idiots seemed to care—or that Ben was Homelander, in fucking disguise or some shit, but the truth was pretty damn plain and obvious.

She was perfect. Ben loved Her. And he’d launch himself into the fucking sun before he even thought about looking away from Her for a fucking second.

And when he got home, Ben knew She was already asleep. Ryan was as well, when Ben poked his head in the kid’s room, and Ben was a little fucking thankful about it. He’d hug Ryan and make him breakfast in the morning, but it was late. They needed sleep. 

Ben needed sleep. He needed to sleep next to his wife, in his bed, and never fucking let Butcher take him on one of those mission again,

But when he got to their room, half tearing off his clothing as he walked to the mattress, his spot was fucking taken.

The cat was on his side of the bed, sitting tall and vigilant over Her body, eyeing Ben carefully as he glared at it. 

“Move.” He grunted.

Maeve looked back to Her, stood up, and walked over to Ben, rubbing his hand with sudden purrs. 

She rolled over in Her sleep, and Ben grinned. Christ, She was beautiful. A little drool falling out of Her pretty mouth, wearing his fucking shirt, a little makeup still on Her face that told Ben she’d been waiting for him. To come home.

Back to Her. 

Something nipped at his hand. The cat.

He’d started petting the cat without thought, and it had fucking bit him-

Because he was staring at Her. 

Maeve had been watching over Her, while Ben was gone. 

And he could deal with that. Work with it. 

When Ben crawled into bed and wrapped his arms around Her, Maeve was still letting out soft hisses. Right up until She rolled over and buried her perfect face in Ben’s chest with a small, happy sigh.

And Maeve backed off, stretching and laying back down near Her legs, tangled in with Ben’s.

The thing was obviously damn smart, and it was still fucking ugly, but so was a lot of Ben’s life. 

The best, most beautiful thing was Her. The most important thing was protecting Her, caring for Her, making sure She was happy all the fucking time.

So as long as the cat got that She was the whole fucking world, Ben was good.

End Note: Btw the cat is names Maeve because I miss her. Shoutout Maeve, none of this would've happened if she didn't tip Butcher off about Sunshine's existence. Our unsung hero.

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i need preggers user x Art

art donaldson x pregnant!reader

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“is this real.”

art actually couldn’t believe what was in his hands at the moment.

you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes. “yes, of course it’s real.”

a sigh of shock from art filled your dorm room. it was your last year at stanford, and art had already dropped out to focus on his professional tennis career. you two were barely together due to the long distance and now after of one night where you had missed each other too much to worry about things like protection, you were pregnant.

“how -uh- how far along are you?”

“two months.” the baby would be born sometime after your graduation.

art nodded, taking it all in before standing up in front of you. “i know i’m on the road a lot right now, but whatever you need i’ll be there. i promise.” he placed a comforting kiss on your forehead you melted into.

-

art kept his promise. using whatever free time he had to spend on calls with you.

“how’s the baby, did it kick yet?”

“first, they’re not an it, and i’m pretty sure it’s too early for that.”

without fail he was at every doctor’s appointment, leaving wherever he was on tour to fly in to come sit with you in the cold doctors office.

“alright mom and dad are you ready to find out the sex?” your sonographer who’s been with you since the beginning of your pregnancy having bared witness to art’s breakdown at the sound of hearing your babies heartbeat for the first time asked.

you and art shared a look, it suddenly all becoming real.

“yes.” was said in unison.

“looks like you’re having a girl.” she said

twin gasp fell from you and art. a girl.

-

it was probably not a smart move for where art was in his career, but during the last four months your pregnancy art decided to take that time off and stay with you. his coach thought it was a bad idea, but art didn’t care. promising he’d make it up by playing extra hard next season.

“what should we name her?” art had his head resting against your belly, and his hand under your shirt stroking it. you guys were watching some shitty reality tv show that you both couldn’t help but be obsessed with. “i hadn’t really thought about it.” there was so many names to choose from, you were kinda hoping it’d magically hit you when you say her the first time.

“what about…. april?” art lifted his head catching you scrunching your nose up. “what? i’m keeping it on theme with an ‘a’ name.” still you shook your head. “maybe…” you twisted your fingers around in arts curls, thinking. “lilith? can do lily for short.” art opened his mouth to talk, but was cut off by a harsh kick.

“did you feel that?” you whispered. art nodded. of course he felt it, she hit right in the center of his palm. art let out a laugh when she did it again.

“i guess she likes it.”

-

during late nights when he thought you were asleep, art liked to unborn fetus, having read is was good for development.

“hi, baby it art, your daddy. mommas asleep right now which means i have you all too myself.” he whispers into the belly. “don’t tell anyone this, but i’m really fuc-freaking scared. i’ve never dealt with a baby before so please go easy.”

you bit back the smile creeping on your face.

“i can’t wait to meet you. keep thinking about all the things we’re gonna do together. you’re first walk, you’re first word, you’re first tennis racket. just hoping you don’t inherit my back hand, it’s shit.” he laughed, before catching what the time was. “it’s getting late i’ll let you sleep, but just know i love you forever.”

you felt him place a kiss above your belly button. you had to quickly snap your eyes closed when he came to lie next to you.

“and i love you too.” he whispered right in ear, whether you heard it or not. you did.

-

the bigger you got mixed with your emotions being on ten had you feeling insanely insecure. but art thought this was the hottest he’s seen you.

“did you know.” art interrupted your reading by placing kisses on neck. “that having sex can naturally induce pregnancy.” you hummed, mildly amused by his actions. “really?”

“mhm.” art brought his head out of neck to kiss your cheeks and the corner of your mouth. “not that i’m trying to rush the ‘baking’ process. just thought we should try it, you know, bust some rumors.” he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

it was impossible for him to be around you sometimes, but he never acted on it until he saw how you were now. laid out on the bed fresh from the shower with only your bra and panties, it was likely you got too tired to finish getting dressed. you look so round and glowy, it had art’s heart breaking and his cock hardening.

“i mean, if that’s what they say what’s the harm in trying.” you sigh, arching up into art’s touches. the book you were reading now forgotten.

-

the last month has rough. you were a box of nerves, the knowledge that she could come at any time any where was freaking you out.

it was just four days before your due date, and somehow you let art convince you to come watch him practice at the tennis court.

“this one’s for you two!”

art yelled across the court dedicating a back hand hit to you and the baby that ended up hitting the net.

your laughter gets cut off by a particularly hard kick to your abdomen. at first you ignored it but then another came and shorty after that another one.

“oh shit oh shit. i think the baby’s coming.” you hissed.

art’s never driven as fast as he was driving now. red lights and stop signs be damned, he was getting you to that hospital.

you ended up getting there on time, and was changed into a hospital gown, hooked up to multiple machines and given your pain reliever of choice. then before you knew it they were telling you to push.

art was positive you were gonna break his hand from how hard you were squeezing, but he held on equally as tight.

“i can’t do it.” you cried. you were so close to the end, one hard push away from this being over, but you were so tried.

“just one more, it’s almost over.” the doctor encouraged you, but you shook your head.

“come on, baby just one more. one more push you can do it.” art cupped your sweaty face in his hands locking eyes with you as gave one more push. soon the loud cries a baby filled your ears, and fat tears fell down yours and art’s faces.

-

[femmenature]

Devoted to you

The creator of this content does not speak English, constructive criticism on grammar is welcome😭

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Fem!Reader (without a house specified)

Summary: You and Mattheo aren't serious. But seeing you in class talking so animatedly with another guy makes his feelings take an unexpected turn.

Warnings: Bad words, mentions of sexual topics (almost none)

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Mattheo usually didn't pay attention in class, his only role was to occasionally annoy Theodore. But now? He'd never been so focused, watching everything you did, the way you looked at the idiot sitting next to you. The way your eyelashes fluttered, causing him to constantly need to see you. The way one of your legs was draped over the other, lifting your skirt. The way your hair was positioned in the perfect place, a small strand falling across your face as if it had been an paid actor to make you look even more beautiful and romantic. The way your perfume filled the classroom, making it impossible to ignore it, to ignore you. Your laughter filled every corner of his mind, but knowing that you weren't laughing with him, but with someone else, made his hands tremble with envy, with anger. A sigh of longing escaped his lips, and a look of need for you appeared, unwilling and unable to hide it.

"What the hell are you doing?" He thought to himself. He knows you're not in a relationship with him, he knows it's nothing serious, so why did he let this feeling get this far? Why did he let it go so deep? Now he knows that by not saying it, by hiding it, his body is starting to give it away. The vein in his neck, his trembling hands, his labored breathing, the anguish in his chest, his clenched jaw and his piercing eyes on you. It's impossible to hide it, he's desperate. And on the other hand, he wondered how the hell you're not feeling the same as him, how can you be talking to someone else when you both know each other so well, so deeply. And it's not just about the sex and the passion in bed anymore. Was it casual when you listened to his family's problems while he lay on your chest? When he cried sitting on your bed waiting for you to appear, knowing that you were the only one who knows about his darkness, about his father?

When he could no longer hide his pain, Mattheo abruptly stood up from his seat, earning a couple of glances, though he was only interested in yours. He didn't care, since all he needed was to get out of there right now. When he was finally able to escape the classroom, he walked quickly through the empty hallways, since everyone was in class, where he should be. But a voice made him stop in his tracks, and the only one who can do that is you, he knows it very well.

"Mattheo, what's going on? Why did you leave like that?" Your voice comes out in a wary tone. You're worried, he never did that, he always seemed so cool and carefree. Even though you know him, you know him too well for that action to go unnoticed. You know he didn't leave like that because he was bored with class or because he was having a rebellious moment; it's more than that.

Without turning around, Mattheo spoke to you calmly, trying to control his voice so you wouldn't find out what was really wrong with him. "It's nothing, go back to class. I don't feel like being there, so I just left. You can tell them I feel bad or some lie like that." You rolled your eyes, knowing it was bullshit. Why would he lie to you now? Knowing so much about each other, what is he hiding from you that it's so serious? "Seriously, you expect me to believe your excuse?"

"I don't expect anything from you. I saw you were having fun, so I don't mean to interrupt," he snapped. Your shoulders tensed, and you watched as his fists clenched, trying to hold back the words eager to escape his throat. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean? And turn around if you're going to accuse me of stupid things, Mattheo."

His body turns slowly, looking into your eyes. He couldn't help but love the way you command him, the way you control him so effortlessly, the way you have him wrapped around your fingers. He needs you to keep playing with him like he's your puppet. He'd let you do whatever you want to him, but he doesn't say it. He can't tell you, he can't look weak in front of everyone, in front of you. But the truth is, he's devoted to you. Every word, every order, every complaint, every step you take toward him is a dagger in his chest. Your face is the most sacred art to him; he'd tear down every painting at Hogwarts to fill them with you. Your legs, your hands, your lips, your eyes.

His eyes remained fixed on you, the brightness in them evident every thought that crossed his mind. With a small, frustrated whisper, he finally spoke. "Am I really nothing to you? Because I'm going crazy just looking at you and you seem so... cold about it." Your eyebrows raised for a second, unable to maintain a neutral face while listening to him. "What are you talking about? You started this by establishing that we're not serious at all, in fact, that we never will be."

"I know, I know what I said. But that was before I knew you, really knew you. Before I didn't know how sweet your voice was when you tried to cheer me up. I didn't know how soft your hands were when you caressed my face. I didn't know that someone could wake up so beautiful and I didn't know that each one of my sighs would be eternally dedicated to you. The time we spent together during these months changed me, like my face has never been so good since you came into my life, without all those injuries. Everyone asks me why I don't get into fights like before, and even I surprise myself. Until I remember who I do it for, I do it for you and that is reason enough to stop. You are reason enough for everything you want me to do, just tell me, tell me what I have to do to be only yours because truly I don't want anyone else"

Your body is drawn to his words, your steps moving closer to him, standing face to face. You couldn't hide your smile, how could you? This is the moment you've been waiting for. "First, I want to make something clear. I wasn't having fun in class, I laughed at the jokes he told out of obligation, I didn't want to be that bad either. I think you know my real laugh well enough to know that it was fake." His face relaxes, letting out his characteristic smirk. "Second: you don't need to do anything, Mattheo Riddle. I was yours the moment you asked my name so confidently. Although I tried to avoid it, I guess the rumors are true. You're irresistible," you said the last bit ironically, while he let out a small laugh, rolling his eyes. "So... is this the right time to ask you to be my girlfriend? Or do I have to make a fool of myself again, but this time in front of the entire Hogwarts dining hall? Because if you want, I will." You tilt your head slightly, looking into his eyes, still with a smile on your face. "Come here, idiot." You pull him by the tie and kiss his lips, which you knew so well, but now it's different. Now it's better, because he's yours.

-

I owed this to my Harry Potter girls. 🫡💚

Maybe I'll release one of Van's today! Again, I apologize if I misspelled anything!

[no1blacksapphirefan]

In your self aware crk au, what if the player didn't log in for a week or two? Like, usually they're there every day for the log in bonuses and stuff but they're missing. Maybe their phone broke/ lost it or they were really sick or something. Would our beloved beasts and ancients (+ black sapphire if you want) freak out?

I like the way you think >:) Before I came back I did wonder, if the cookies were aware, I wonder how they feel about me constantly dipping back in and out of the game. (I'm here to stay this time!!...hopefully...if my phone storage lets me)

Pure Vanilla He's worried :(( He isn't sure what happened but not seeing your face for nearly 2 weeks now worries him a lot. Did you...loose interest? He understands and he can't be too mad if you didn't know that they're aware. He can't help but feel done as he patiently waits for your (hopefully) return.

And when you do? He nearly breaks character, running up to where your screen is pointed at and waving happily. Nearly telling you welcome back. He quickly switches to once of his automatic voicelines and prays you didn't notice the slip up. He's so happy to see you, if you were sick and that's why you weren't playing? He makes sure to (try) and send you good blessings through the screen, he may not be able to heal through he screen but he can try in another way.

Dark Cacao He won't admit it to anyone, but your disappearance makes him upset. He's gotten so used to you after all. He doesn't exactly like the thought of you going missing even if...sure technically you're probably not. His mind goes to the worst case scenario. Caramel Arrow Cookie has to try and calm him down until you return.

Upon seeing your face again, he instantly feels a wave of relief crash over him. What's that? You just broke your phone when you accidentally dropped it down the stairs?...Now he feels embarrassed on what he thought had happened, but hey!! He was just really worried about you okay...

HollyBerry She waits patiently, she knows you'll come back!!...Right? If you're go for more then say, 2 weeks then she'll get scared. You will come back right? She knows you technically didn't promise anything (Joke or not) and you aren't...obligated to come back but...she's starting to miss you!! She loved hearing you laugh.

When you finally come back she's so happy, quickly waving to you, when the screen goes to her. She'd knew you'd come back!! There's no way you'd get bored of them, she can sense how much you love them after all!

Golden Cheese She didn't notice it at first, well...she noticed the silence but she knew when you get upset, sometimes you'd be more quiet. Eventually she realises...it's a bit too quiet. And that's when sh realises you've been gone. Wait, don't leave her too!! Well, she knows you're not gone gone but. She can't help but pace back and forth, hoping to see your face again She silently begs you to come back.

When you do she lets out the biggest sigh of relief ever. She tries her hardest in Arena (And arcade arena if it's there + she's allowed to fight) for you. As a sort of, welcome back kind of thing. Oh she misses seeing that smile of yours.

White Lily Wait what? You're gone? Okay you're not gone gone but...what happened?...Did you...finally get annoyed by her? Has her actions eventually annoyed you enough to make you leave? She shakes her head, and tells herself that if you did leave, it wouldn't be because of her...surely...you've shown her how much you cared about her after all.

She nearly lets out a noise of pure delight as you come back, she's so happy and relieved to see you again after so long. Sure it wasn't years but it's still been a while!! Plus it felt like forever to her...she can't help but smile in her cookie menu and your kingdom for a few days.

Mystic Flour She's the Light of Apathy. You'd think she'd care? That's what she told herself and others anyways. That your sudden disappearance didn't mean anything to her. You could be gone for years and she wouldn't feel anything. That's what she said and that's what she believed...she did feel strange though, but that was probably nothing.

She was quickly proven wrong when she realised seeing you again after 2 weeks made her feel a sense of joy in her chest...what's this? She swears she didn't care you were gone...but seeing you again with your smile, hearing your laugh again...it proved her wrong...she really did care about you being gone...huh, you make her feel the strangest things you know.

Burning Spice He become a bit more...how do I put this, tense, angsty. Not even Nutmeg Tiger Cookie could calm her master down as he constantly hit his axe against the rock each day you've been gone. Where have you even gone?? Arg, he's gonna run out of rocks to destroy at this poin- wait you're back?

He's quick to throw his axe to the side and greet you happily, he couldn't care for playing along right now. Right now you have his attention and he hopes he has yours as well. Take him back to the Arena yeah? He's gonna take the rest of his rage out by destroying these cookies for you. Just for you!!

Shadow Milk He's been trying to cope by writing script after script after script. He has a feeling that you just can't play right now, or atleast he wants to believe that...he has yet to be proven right with your return...he's so worried, he hopes the reason you're not playing isn't because you got hurt...oh if it is, he hopes no one hurt you...he isn't scared to teach the other person a lesson if that's the case.

His worries washes away as he sees you return, happily taking advantage of the fact he "can break the 4th wall" without trouble. Giving you nearly a whole dramatic speech about oh how lonely you've made him feel, how much he missed you and how you shouldn't leave him alone like this again. He hides it all behind a giggle but...he does mean some of the words he's said in his speech.

Black Sapphire At first he brushes it off, even using you being gone as something to get more viewers to listen into his radio show...but after awhile, seeing that you're still gone. He gets more upset and worried, almost cancelling his usual radio shows until you came back. While he doesn't in the end up, it's not as well done as it was previously, listeners can tell your disappearance is upsetting him.

When you eventually do come back, his mood quickly shifts and he becomes happy again. His mic keeping an eye on you, seeing if it can spot the exact reason why you disappeared. He almost never leaves your screens field of view, waving at you any chance he gets, just to subtly tell himself it is you there. His radio shows go back to normal after that with the usual charm in his voice.

[ohburgee]

a clingy shedletsky x reader :o? also LOVEE your writing btw!💙💙

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Shedletsky x Gn!Reader

c: fluff, clingy an: Finally someone who requested my boi, Shedletsky. He gives the vibes of a grown man who loves goofy things. I hide a Easter egg in this story, if you guys found it leave on the comment, also thank you glad you love my writing and for your Shedletsky requests 🩷 summary: you heard footsteps coming closer and turn around to see Shedletsky wanting to stay by your side. You let him stay with and now he doesn't go away.

Another round to survive again. You're running around, looking for a generator to fix. You see the others running too.

You spot an untouched generator and rush over to start working on it. As you're fixing it, you hear footsteps. 

You immediately turn around and see someone in a yellow outfit, it’s Shedletsky in his chicken suit.

“Shed, it’s you! You scared the hell out of me,” you say as you finish fixing the generator. You stand up and look at him. “Do you need anything?"

“Can we stay together? I feel like I’ve been followed,” he says. You glance at him and reply, “We’re always being followed.”

He nods.

“Yeah, you can. Let’s stay together and find another generator,” you say, and he smiles.

You both walk together, searching for the next generator. 

You understand why he wants to stick with you, because last time, while you were searching for the others, you saw Shedletsky getting grabbed by his own creation, 1x1x1x1.

You pulled out your gun and shot 1x in the shoulder. He turned to face you, and you fired again. 

The second shot forced him to dodge, giving you the distraction you needed to grab Shedletsky and run.

You didn’t just save him, you protected him. You even defended him when c00lkid was about to stab him with his own sword. 

You stopped the kid and scolded him. Since you’re c00lkid’s best friend, he listened. He didn’t hurt Shedletsky and instead went after the other survivors.

That’s where it all started. Now, Shedletsky follows you around like a chicken chasing the seeds you hold, just like the game you played.

As you walk together, you suddenly grab Shedletsky’s arm and pull him behind a tree. You spot John Doe patrolling nearby, looking for survivors.

You feel a warm hand wrap around your arm. You turn to see Shedletsky clinging to you like a lifeline. He looks at you, his eyes full of worry.

You smile, silently reassuring him that you’ll both be okay. As Doe walks away, you still hold onto Shedletsky, who clings to your arm like a koala.

Eventually, you both make your way to the group. You see Chance and Taph fixing a generator, while Builderman keeps watch.

“Is there another generator left?” you ask.

Builderman shakes his head. “This is the last one.”

You look at Chance and Taph just as the generator finishes repairing. The round ends, and all of you sigh in relief.

…

Now, you're all back in the lobby, relaxing. Chance and Taph chat together, Builderman tinkers with his tools, and others talk in the living room. You watch everyone enjoying their time.

You feel someone behind you, you already know who it is. You turn to see Shedletsky again, still staying close.

“Shed?” you call, using the nickname you gave him. He looks at you. “I’m sorry... I just want to stay close to you.”

You give him a look full of both worry and sympathy.

“Pizza’s here!” Elliot calls out.

You take Shedletsky’s hand and head toward the table. Everyone grabs a slice.

You grab two slices and hand one to Shedletsky. He whispers, “Thank you,” and you smile.

He sticks to you the entire time. Even when Elliot talks to you, Shedletsky stays right behind. 

When Builderman talks to him, you think he might walk away, but he always comes back to your side.

When you get tired, you lie down on the couch, enjoying a rare moment of peace. But it doesn’t last long, you notice Shedletsky sitting nearby, still close.

You sit up and glance at him. Maybe he’s this clingy because of the trauma. Maybe he just feels safe with you.

“Shed,” you call gently. He looks at you.

You open your arms, inviting him to lie down with you on the couch. He doesn’t hesitate. He wraps his arms around you and lays on top of you.

You both rest together, taking in the peace, at least for now. Until the next round begins.

n: credit to the art.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

girl in new york

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.6k (including lyrics)

Warnings: cheating (not by dean), angst, minor fluff at the end

Summary: After showing up in New York to surprise your boyfriend, you see something that shatters your world to pieces. You call the one person who has always been there for you no matter what monster he’s hunting, your best friend.

Square Filled: “I guess always isn’t forever after all.” (2022) for @spnquotebingo

Author’s Note: this is based on the song girl in new york by Nessa Barrett

x

Bags in your hand as you kiss me Tellin' me you're gonna miss me Promise you'll be on your best behavior Give me your flight information Call when you land, say you made it Sweet little me told you, "Go have a good time"

You follow your boyfriend to the car he called for to drive him to the airport. He hauls his bags into the trunk while you wait next to the car with a sweet smile on your face.

“Have everything you need?”

“Always, baby,” he smiles.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come? Your friends love me, and I won’t even get in the way. We’ve never been apart for more than a few days.”

“Y/N, you’ll survive without me for two weeks. Trust me, everything will be fine.” He closes the trunk and walks over to you. “You have nothing to worry about.”

Nothing to worry about. You trust him, it’s his friends you don’t trust. They’re a bad influence on him. At least two of his friends are notorious cheaters, and two others are known for partying. Maybe you should make him promise to be on his behavior, but that would only start yet another fight. He hates it when you imply that he’d cheat on you despite him being such a sweetheart to you.

“Okay. I’ll miss you.”

He leans in and kisses you but keeps it short. “I’ll miss you. I already texted you my flight information.”

He gets into the car but keeps the back window rolled down so you can still talk to him.

“Have a safe flight. Call me when you land. Go have a good time.”

“I will, baby.”

“I love you.”

He doesn’t say it back. His smile is the last thing you see as the car pulls away from the curb. New York. All the way on the other side of the country. Still, if he says there’s nothing to worry about, then there isn’t anything to worry about. You turn and head back into the house, wondering what you’re going to do for two weeks by yourself.

I didn't mean forget about me Ridin' in a yellow taxi Who the hell are you on your way to?

The first week without him was hard, so hard that you wanted to fly up to New York yourself to surprise him. You’re not one of those clingy girlfriends who wants to be with their boyfriends twenty-four-seven, but there’s a nagging feeling in your stomach. A feeling you can’t put a name to. Something is gnawing at your insides and the last time you ignored this feeling, your ex-boyfriend was planning your murder.

Not that you think he’d murder you, but you just need to see for yourself that everything is okay. You’ll only stay a day and give him the rest of the time to his friends.

New York is so much different than California. You’re used to busy cities but there’s something about JFK that’s crowding. Your boyfriend sent you his hotel information just in case you needed to reach him, so you know exactly where you’re going.

You drag your small suitcase outside and look around the pickup area. People bustle by you to reach their cars or their family members while you’re standing there with a confused look on your face. You’re no stranger to public transportation, but you hate crowds. Your social anxiety is worse being in a state you don’t know, so all thought and reasoning goes out the window.

“Excuse me, Miss? Can I help you with something?”

You look to the right and see airport security approaching you.

“Yeah, I just need a taxi or something. Can you help me with that, please?” The officer smiles and steps closer to the curb. He whistles with his fingers at one of the taxis passing by, and the driver pulls off to the side. “Thank you so much.”

“No problem. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“No, I got it from here. Thank you.”

The driver steps out to help you with your bag, and you hand it over so he can put it in the trunk. You’re about to get in the back when you hear someone shout behind you.

“Wait! Miss, please!” You turn back to see a beautiful young woman fast walking over to you like she knows you. “I’m sorry. I know we don’t know each other, but I was wondering if we could share a cab? I’ve tried pinning one down, but no one has stopped. I understand if you don’t want me to.”

“No, it’s okay. We girls gotta help each other out, right?”

“Thank you so much. You’re a lifesaver.” She puts her bag next to yours before you both slide into the backseat. “I’m Ainsley.”

“Y/N.”

“Where to, ladies?” the driver asks.

You look down at your phone and read off the address to him. “It’s the Ritz-Carlton Hotel. What about you?”

“You’re not gonna believe it, but same!” The driver pulls out into traffic and starts the drive to the hotel. “Small world.”

“I love your dress.” She’s wearing a simple gold backless dress with spaghetti straps. “Where did you get it?”

“My sister is a seamstress. She made it for me. I can give you her card if you’d like.” Without waiting for an answer, she digs into her purse for the card. “I wanted something that shows off my back. I’m visiting my boyfriend. He doesn’t know I’m coming.”

“That’s exciting. I just flew down from California to see mine. He’s in town visiting his friends. I’ve never been to New York before.”

“I love it here. He’s busy and loud but I wouldn’t trade it for anything else. I have an apartment in the city but I stay with my boyfriend when he’s in town.” She smiles at you. “He’s a software developer. He designs websites and works with computers.”

“Really?” The world is getting smaller because that’s what your boyfriend does. “What company does he work for?”

“Eleks.”

Alarm bells are going off inside your head despite your best efforts to ignore him. Ainsley rambles for twenty minutes about how she has so many plans for her and her boyfriend, what an amazing guy he is, and how she thinks he’s gonna propose soon.

“Wait, what? Propose?”

“Yeah. He didn’t say he would, but I think this could be the weekend.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, how long have you two been together?”

“Five years.” Your blood runs cold at the number. Something in your brain is telling you to run and never look back. Why? Who the hell is this woman? The driver reaches the Ritz-Carlton, and you two split the bill evenly. “Thanks so much for letting me hijack your taxi.”

“No problem.” The driver opens the trunk and hands over the suitcases. Ainsley turns to head inside when you stop him. “Wait, what’s your boyfriend’s name?”

“Oliver.”

Ainsley turns and heads inside the hotel while you’re frozen stuck on the sidewalk. Oliver is your boyfriend’s name.

I know there's always temptation Guess I'm a little more patient Baby, I've been on my best behavior Fuck you for makin' me crazy While you buy her drinks out on 8th Street Sweet little you showin' her such a good time

Instead of going inside the hotel, you sat on a bench across the street and watched the door. If you’re going to confirm your suspicions, you have to see it for yourself. Two hours pass by before he walks out with her, and your entire world shatters before you. It’s like seeing a train heading your way and not being able to get out of the way.

Oliver has his arm wrapped around her shoulders and his face buried in her neck. She giggles and tries to get away but he holds her close. She pulls away slightly only to kiss him, and that’s when the tears roll down your cheeks. With shaky hands, you take out your phone and call Oliver.

Maybe you’re seeing things. Maybe this man looks like Oliver, has the same job as Oliver, and is named the same, but it’s not him. Maybe everything is still okay. He pulls away from her and reaches into his jacket pocket to pull out his phone. The call goes to voicemail right before he starts typing. Seconds later, a message from him pops up.

Hey, sorry, I have meetings all day. I’ll call you later tonight. Love you.

You have to hold back your sobs because you know damn well he’s in no meeting. There is a strip of restaurants and bars alongside the Ritz, and they walk a few blocks away to one of the best steakhouses in the city. Twenty minutes pass of being stiff and numb before you have enough energy to dial someone.

Whenever he’s in the same city as you, he makes it a point to see you. He has such a busy life with fighting monsters and all, but he always makes time for you even if it’s only for an hour. He said he and his brother were going to be in New York for the week, so you’re hoping he’s not knee-deep in monster guts.

The buttons are hard to see through blurry vision, but you manage to click on his name and call. It takes three rings for him to answer.

“Hey, sweetheart. Isn’t it late in California?”

“You’re three hours ahead of me, so that would make it really late for you,” you sniffle.

Dean knows you so well. He knows something is wrong even though you tried to even your voice.

“What’s wrong?”

The resolve quickly crumbles, and you break down in tears. “He’s cheating on me. I’m in New York now. I wanted to surprise him, but he’s seeing someone else here.”

“Where are you?”

“Outside the Ritz-Carlton.”

He doesn’t hesitate. “I’m on my way. Stay right there.”

You can’t move even if you wanted to. It starts lightly raining but it’s enough to send shivers down your spine. You’re looking down at your shoes, the ones you just bought for this trip. The city is buzzing with life so you don’t hear the Impala coast down the street. He stops right in front of you and gets out, rain be damned.

“Sweethart,” he whispers.

You look up at him with mascara running down your cheeks. “Am I not good enough?”

“Come on, let’s get you out of the rain.”

Dean helps you into the passenger seat and gets behind the wheel.

“Sorry for getting your seat wet.”

“Don’t worry about that.” Dean stays parked by the curb and pulls you into his arms. The second you feel his warmth, you start crying. “I’m gonna kill him.”

“I just… I never knew he was living this whole other life. He… He made me feel so special. I wanted to surprise him when I met her,” you cry. “She said they’ve been dating for five years. Is that how long he’s been cheating on me?”

“Sweetheart, you deserve so much better than him.”

You continue on like he didn’t just compliment you. “You should have seen her. She was so pretty.”

Dean reaches over and slides your wet hair away from your eyes. “You’re prettier.”

“I guess always isn’t forever after all,” you whisper.

“Where is he?”

“He and Ainsley went into the steakhouse across the street. They haven’t left.”

“Okay, come on.”

Dean gets out of the car and walks over to your side. You get out and look at him in confusion.

“Where are we going?”

“To show him what he lost.”

You don’t want to be alone so you have no choice but to follow him across the street.

You said I was yours Maybe just on the West Coast 'Cause as soon as you left home You got wanderin' eyes So I guess you lied When you said I was special You're not as smart as you think you are Baby, I know about the girl in New York

Dean storms into the restaurant and immediately spots Oliver and Ainsley in the corner. Luckily for him, it’s not a crowded corner. Not that he’d care if the place was crawling with people. He does not get to get away with hurting you like this.

“Dean, we should just go. He’s not worth it,” you whimper.

“Hi, do you have a reservation?” the hostess asks. Dean ignores her and walks further into the restaurant. “Sir?”

Oliver raises his glass to toast something, but the moment is short-lived. Dean reaches over and snatches the drink out of Oliver’s hand.

“Hey, man, what the--” Oliver’s eyes lock with yours and the breath is knocked out of his lungs. “Y/N, what are you doing here?”

“Don’t look at her. Look at me. You don’t get to talk to her. You’re done.”

“What’s going on?” Ainsley asks.

“I’ll tell you what’s going on. This piece of shit is dating her,” Dean points to you without taking his eyes off Oliver. “Has been for seven years. Based on the look on your face, I’m assuming you didn't know about her the same way she didn’t know about you.”

“Dean, we should go, please,” you urge.

Dean leans down and grips the back of Oliver’s chair. The latter leans back and can’t help but show the fear in his eyes.

“The only reason I’m not beating your ass is because she doesn’t want me to. You honestly think you can find someone better than her? She’s smart and beautiful and amazing. I bet you don’t know a single thing about making her happy. Did you know she hates pickles? I always have to take hers off her sandwich before I give it to her so she doesn’t know they were ever there. Did you know she’s allergic to strawberries? I never order anything with strawberries in case she wants a bite.

“She likes bedazzling her things. She likes rainbows and sunshine. Did you know she wants a huge farm with lots of animals because she loves them? You might have been with her for seven years but you don’t know her, not when you’re spending all your time with her. If you don’t want to be in a relationship, at least man up and end it instead of cheating. You two are done. Have fun with her all you want.”

With that, Dean turns and leads you out of the restaurant. You look back to see Ainsley almost in tears. You hate that she also had to suffer because she did nothing wrong. The rain is falling harder so you and Dean sprint back to his car, and you look at him as he wipes the water from his eyes.

“Did you mean everything you said?” you ask in a small voice.

Dean starts the car, but he doesn’t pull into traffic. “I never knew why you were with him, but I kept my mouth shut because you seemed happy. Now that I know you’re not… Baby, I can make you so much happier.”

“What?” you whisper.

“Don’t freak out. That’s a conversation for a different day. I need your head clear and right now, it’s messy so I’ll just settle for being your friend.”

“Dean…”

Dean perks up and moves the conversation along as if he didn’t just bare his feelings on his sleeve. “When I was leaving, Sam got the Switch hooked up to the TV at our hotel. How about you come over and we can play some Mario Kart.”

A smile spreads across your face, and you lean your elbow on the back of the seat.

“That’s my favorite game.”

“I know,” he winks before pulling out into traffic.

x

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[elixirfromthestars]

I see you took inspiration from Fleabag and now I'm scared 😭 I’m going to brace my heart before I dive into this one 🥲❤️‍🩹

More under the cut ᯓᡣ𐭩

''Matt, stop!" Your voice echoes in the apartment, louder than you meant it to and high enough to make him stop rushing his way up the stairs. "If you're really doing this, when... if you come home, there'll be no one waiting for you."

^ Okay we're starting off strong, I already braced my heart so now I have to go get my tissues ready 🤧

"You don't understand..." You look at him, incredulous and hurt, and can't help but scoff. You've been by his side, through the bad and the ugly. You've seen Matthew Murdock, the righteous church boy turned attorney. You've held him when his world was crashing down, you've been together through loss, grief, happiness, pleasure... but you'd also seen the devil of Hell's Kitchen. You'd seen the anger come out, the hatred, the desire to hurt and make people pay. Retribution, revenge, payback... and even then, when the world shrieked in fear, you had stood by his side and loved every part of him.

^ Loving both sides of him can look easy as an outsider, but deep down when you really look at it and what Matt really goes through it can get so hard sometimes 🥺💔 It’s easier said then done when people say you have to love the good and the bad. ☹️

Before you can register it, he's in your way, hands hesitantly reaching out to you. "Wait, Y/N, I can't... I can't do this without you" "And I can't do this with you. I won't sit here and wait for you to become the same monster you've been fighting." You push past him and he doesn't resist.

^ AHHH 💔 I can’t do this without you and then the I can’t do this with you—MY HEART 💔

As you're making your way through the door, you hear his voice for the last time, and it takes everything in you to not turn around. His voice is soft and cracking with the effort to keep his pain at bay - it's all Matthew and no Devil. "I love you" "It will pass" You say resolutely as the door closes behind you, trying more to convince yourself than him, even though it feels like you clawed your heart out of your chest and left it in the hands of the man you loved.

^ AND THERE IT IS. 💔💔 I knew it was coming, I was on edge waiting for the moment and yet I still wasn’t prepared 😭😭😭 I love you, it’ll pass will always be such a devastating exchange 😭💔💔

The second agreement was unspoken but it was clear as day - if Matt was hurt or in serious danger you'd be the first to call. No details were ever given, unless you asked, and the calls usually lasted only a few seconds in which a crying Foggy would try to sound tough but would end up only whispering a ''He's safe, you can rest.''

^ The way the reader still cares 😭🩷 It’s so sweet of Froggy and Karen to keep up the friendship and keep the reader in the loop of their lives. And on top of that to also let the reader know that’s he’s okay I just…🥺🥺🥺

But turns out maybe you should have had an agreement about you as well.

^ Oh?? 😳

The entire scene of the attack left me shocked like the way things turned so quickly for our reader 🫢 I hope Matt finds the guy and kicks his ass 😌

There's a faint knock on your window when you go back to the living room, and you turn around to find Matthew pearched on the fire escape. You don't know if your heart is beating uncontrollably because of the jumpscare he manged to give you or because he's actually in front of you after all this time - if you had to guess, probably both.

^ And of course he came 🥺🩷 The second the reader was hurt he probably was losing his mind with worry 🥺

Matt keeps shifting where he stands, clearly uncomfortable and not knowing how to proceed. It's only when you talk that his body relaxes a bit and he reaches up to lift the cloth hiding his face. "Hi, Matthew." Against all the conflicting feelings and hurt, your voice is soft around his name, making it sound heavy and sweet - like an indulgent bite of your favourite treat. He takes a long, deep breath, savouring the way his name sounds coming from your lips. ''How did you know?'' This time, your voice is harsher, pointed at him with sharp edges.

^ I know the reader is struggling so hard because I would be too 😭 Like I would want to stay strong in the decision I made to walk away, but also seeing him after month and after an attack where I might feel vulnerable and just needing comfort like I would probably jump into his arms honestly 🥺❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

After a while he moves, hands reaching out with so much hesitation, torn between being afraid you'll step away from him and being afraid you'll open up again and he might hurt you. Seeing the man that had touched you so freely and adoringly before hesitating so much broke your heart.

^ It’s breaking my heart too like?? 😭💔💔

Trying to fall out of love with him is like trying to breath underwater, having your lungs fill with water day after day while telling yourself that everything was okay.

^ What a hauntingly beautiful way to put it 🥺💔

Before the tears turn into sobs, Matt pulls you into his arms. You stay like that for god knows how long, he just let's you cry while he holds you. His hand moves through your hair in an attempt to soothe you and when you finally stop crying he doesn't let you go, pressing a kiss to the top of your head but only tightening his arms around you. Now that you're calmer, you can feel how much his hands are shaking. "I know I'm in no position to ask you this but please never do anything like that again." Now that he speaks again you realize he's been crying as well, his voice heavy and hoarse. All you can do is nod against his chest.

^ Oh how I love when the hurt starts to turn into comfort 🤧❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 The way he’s holding the reader and just soothing them is making me so soft 🥺❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

"Everything was true but one thing... it didn't pass, and I don't think it ever will. I love you, and I don't care about what we are, I would burn the world to bring some heat to you. That won't change if we're friends, acquaintances, friends of friends... I just can't be a stranger. I wanna be a part of your life, anyway you'll have me."

^ IT DIDNT PASS AND IT NEVER WILL 😭❤️❤️ I love this man so much it’s not funny 🤧🩷🩷

"It's impossible to fall out of love with you." Carefully and slowly, you move to press your lips against his. God knows the problems are not solved between the two of you, there will still be battles to be fought and arguments to be had. But as you lay on the couch listening to his heartbeat and talking honestly about everything that you hadn't had the courage to talk about before, you realize this is how the world is meant to be. For the first time in months you feel like you're no longer drowning.

^ Such a beautiful way to end the fic 😭🩷🩷 Having them kiss and find themselves back to each other and slowly healing after such a long time separated from one another 🤧❤️‍🩹 There’s so much they still have to face, but right now having each other again is enough 🥺🩷🩷

Em, my lovely, you took such a hauntingly beautiful scene prompt and gave us this angsty hurt/comfort that hurt so good and then healed so right 🩷🩷 Thank you so much for submitting this to my writing challenge and I apologize for taking so long to getting around to reading it 🥺 I’m so happy to hear my writing challenge was able to bring you back to writing, that warms my heart so much 🥺🩷🩷

Drowning

Pairing: Matt Murdock X Reader

Word count: 2,406

Prompts: "I love you" "It'll pass" from Fleabag, and I also added a bit of one of my favourite songs, Hymm To Virgil by Hozier (it's very Matt)

Warnings: angst, cursing, mentions of injury and reader gets into a fight

Notes: Hello! This is my entry for @elixirfromthestars Cinema Writing Challenge! I've been away from writing for a few years now. The last time I wrote anything, it was the begging of the pandemic and I ended up stopping completely and deleting my Tumblr account during that time. It was pretty hard to come back and it's been such a long time, so I can't help but feel really anxious with posting again, so I wanted to thank Mel for this wonderful challenge that made me get back into writing!

English is not my first language so please forgive me for any mistakes, if I re-read this fic one more time I'm gonna give in to my anxiety and not post it. Hope you enjoy it and sorry for the angst!

Divider by @enchanthings-a

''Matt, stop!" Your voice echoes in the apartment, louder than you meant it to and high enough to make him stop rushing his way up the stairs. "If you're really doing this, when... if you come home, there'll be no one waiting for you."

That gets his full attention and he turns around on the steps, facing you. The fire behind his expression lowers and through the cracks you can see the hurt starting to sip through. He opens his mouth but you cut him off. "Don't start with your excuses, Murdock, I'm done with it. Call it whatever you want to make yourself feel better, this isn't right. I've known about your demons, I've accepted them and you know damn well I've got my own but this..." You step closer to him so you can push against the leather covering his chest. "This was meant to be a symbol, this was hope, justice... not an excuse for you to go around acting like the people you fight against"

"I-" His voice cracks and you can see the tears forming in his eyes, you  know he  can read your emotions better than anyone and you're sure he can tell how serious and hurt you are. You have to close your eyes and breathe, fighting against every instinct that tells you to comfort him. You know you're right and you're not backing down now. "I've got to do this. They won't stop hurting innocent people, people we love, if I don't stop them. I need to protect you, Foggy, Karen..."

"Don't put this on us. If you keep trying to justify this with some noble excuse instead of recognizing you're doing this for yourself, for your pride, your pain, your vengeance... you're gonna end up like the men you're sacrificing everything to fight against. " You fight the tears threatening to fall and your throat burns in protest. "What will happen when you run out of people to hide behind, Matt?"

"You're right." You step back needing to put as much distance as possible between the two of you, knowing damn well it'd take every bit of strength you had to walk away from him. "I don't understand." You quickly grab your phone and coat and make your way to the door.

"You don't understand..." You look at him, incredulous and hurt, and can't help but scoff. You've been by his side, through the bad and the ugly. You've seen Matthew Murdock, the righteous church boy turned attorney. You've held him when his world was crashing down, you've been together through loss, grief, happiness, pleasure... but you'd also seen the devil of Hell's Kitchen. You'd seen the anger come out, the hatred, the desire to hurt and make people pay. Retribution, revenge, payback... and even then, when the world shrieked in fear, you had stood by his side and loved every part of him.

Before you can register it, he's in your way, hands hesitantly reaching out to you. "Wait, Y/N, I can't... I can't do this without you"

"And I can't do this with you. I won't sit here and wait for you to become the same monster you've been fighting." You push past him and he doesn't resist.

As you're making your way through the door, you hear his voice for the last time, and it takes everything in you to not turn around. His voice is soft and cracking with the effort to keep his pain at bay - it's all Matthew and no Devil. "I love you"

"It will pass" You say resolutely as the door closes behind you, trying more to convince yourself than him, even though it feels like you clawed your heart out of your chest and left it in the hands of the man you loved.

You walk aimlessly through the streets of a damned city praying to a God you weren't even sure you believed in to keep him safe, to let him come back home safe and with his soul intact.

It's only once you're blocks away and you're sure he can't hear you that you allow the tears to slip out. It's pretty much impossible to keep the panic at bay when all you can think is that Matt might not comeback from this fight and you didn't say it back.

_

Months passed, somehow both too quickly and tortuously slowly. You hadn't seen Matt again and did everything you could to keep yourself from hearing about him too - even though every cell of your body missed him, you had to remain away from him or you knew you'd fold.

Karen had helped you get your things out of the apartment so you wouldn't have to go back. Foggy had also offered to help you with... well, everything, but you couldn't ask him to choose a side in this.

In order to keep yourself sane you had an agreement with the both of them, no talks of Matt or Daredevil when you met -  usually at Josie's where the so called drinks would help you forget for at least a few hours just how fucked the past months had been.

They'd make sure your get togethers would happen when Matt was too busy with work or with his side gig to go out so you wouldn't have to worry about awkward soul crushing encounters.

The second agreement was unspoken but it was clear as day - if Matt was hurt or in serious danger you'd be the first to call. No details were ever given, unless you asked, and the calls usually lasted only a few seconds in which a crying Foggy would try to sound tough but would end up only whispering a ''He's safe, you can rest.''

But turns out maybe you should have had an agreement about you as well.

_

It was a stupid move, you were well aware, but when it happened you really didn't think before you acted.

You were on your way back home from work when you heard a woman scream and saw man running down the street in your direction. A brown haired woman ran out of a building, several bruises covered her face and she struggled to shout a plea for someone to stop the man.

You acted on instinct and became an obstacle on the man's path. He collided with you full on, throwing both of you to the floor with extraordinary force, your whole body aching on impact.

''You fucking bitch!'' He shouted scrambling to get up as you grabbed his arm, trying to keep him down as long as possible as the sound of sirens kept getting closer.

Suddenly, as the streets got illuminated by red and blue lights, the man grabbed a fistful of your hair, his other hand coming down to strike your face. 

It hurt like bitch and destabilised you long enough for the man to get away, only to be tackled down by police a few feet away.

_

It was definitely going to bruise, you thought to yourself as you examined your face on the mirror, but other than that and a few cuts and scrapes you were okay - physically at least.

After the day you had, being alone in your apartment and having to take care of yourself, was incredibly hard. You couldn't help but imagine that this must be a fraction of what Matt felt when he would get home after a hard night and just wanted to be held.

There's a faint knock on your window when you go back to the living room, and you turn around to find Matthew pearched on the fire escape. You don't know if your heart is beating uncontrollably because of the jumpscare he manged to give you or because he's actually in front of you after all this time - if you had to guess, probably both.

Hesitantly you make your way to the window and let him in. He's not wearing his usual red getup, rather his older black attire. You know he wears it when he needs to do something he doesn't want the media to associate with Daredevil but you can't help how it tugs at your heart - this was the Matt you first met and fell in love with.

Matt keeps shifting where he stands, clearly uncomfortable and not knowing how to proceed. It's only when you talk that his body relaxes a bit and he reaches up to lift the cloth hiding his face. "Hi, Matthew." Against all the conflicting feelings and hurt, your voice is soft around his name, making it sound heavy and sweet - like an indulgent bite of your favourite treat. He takes a long, deep breath, savouring the way his name sounds coming from your lips. ''How did you know?'' This time, your voice is harsher, pointed at him with sharp edges.

''Police radio'' Of course he did. You take a deep breath but don't respond. There's a part of you that wishes he'd known because he was keeping tabs on you not because of some random police message, but you're not willing to listen to it, so you justify your annoyance with having your privacy violated, with knowing that even after all this time he still knew things about yourself without you having to say a word while you could not be certain of anything when it came to him even when he'd talk to you.

After a while he moves, hands reaching out with so much hesitation, torn between being afraid you'll step away from him and being afraid you'll open up again and he might hurt you. Seeing the man that had touched you so freely and adoringly before hesitating so much broke your heart.

You met him half way, gently guiding his warm hand to your face. The almost featherlight touch sent shivers down your body and you had to fight against leaning onto it, for the sake of your bruised face and your sanity.

''Are you okay?'' His voice was sweet but there was something else lingering beneath it as his fingers examined your face, lightly touching the feaverish skin of your bruised cheek and trailing down to the small cut on your lips. His jaw tightened with anger.

''I'm okay, just got a few bruises and scratches, nothing I can't handle.'' You try to reassure both him and yourself, clinging to the words you had repeated like a mantra for the past months - I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay...

''You know that's not what I'm asking.'' There's a faint smile on his lips, one burdened with sadness and acknowledgement. He always knew you too well for your own sake. ''How are you?''

You know he can assess how you are physically, probably better than any doctor, and though he knows you well enough to know how you might feel, he can't read your mind. So, with the mess of thoughts running through your head you settle with being as honest as you can. ''I don't know.''

And you really don't. The past months have been an amalgamation of intense and opposing feelings. There's the part of you that is hurt, tired and that wants to scream at him for everything that happened. But there's also the part of you that loves him, that has longed for him and that just wants to be in his arms. Trying to fall out of love with him is like trying to breath underwater, having your lungs fill with water day after day while telling yourself that everything was okay.

Before the tears turn into sobs, Matt pulls you into his arms. You stay like that for god knows how long, he just let's you cry while he holds you. His hand moves through your hair in an attempt to soothe you and when you finally stop crying he doesn't let you go, pressing a kiss to the top of your head but only tightening his arms around you. Now that you're calmer, you can feel how much his hands are shaking.

"I know I'm in no position to ask you this but please never do anything like that again." Now that he speaks again you realize he's been crying as well, his voice heavy and hoarse. All you can do is nod against his chest.

More time goes by until you finally muster up the courage to speak again. "What are we now, Matt?"

He takes a while to speak, and just as you think he's not going to, he sighs. "I don't know." There's a pause as he let's go of you. He brushes away the hair sticking to your wet cheeks and cups your face, forcing you to look at him. "But I need you to know that everything you said to me that night was true, and I was too much of an idiot to see it." He sighs again, and you can see the hesitation on his features. "Everything was true but one thing... it didn't pass, and I don't think it ever will. I love you, and I don't care about what we are, I would burn the world to bring some heat to you. That won't change if we're friends, acquaintances, friends of friends... I just can't be a stranger. I wanna be a part of your life, anyway you'll have me."

He's the man without fear, yet the only thing you can see on him is how afraid he is as he waits for you to say anything.

"I fought against it with everything I had, and it almost broke me, Matt." It's your turn to touch his face and he does not show the same control you had before. He leans  his face against the palm of your hand and all but moans with the feeling. "It's impossible to fall out of love with you." Carefully and slowly, you move to press your lips against his.

God knows the problems are not solved between the two of you, there will still be battles to be fought and arguments to be had. But as you lay on the couch listening to his heartbeat and talking honestly about everything that you hadn't had the courage to talk about before, you realize this is how the world is meant to be. For the first time in months you feel like you're no longer drowning.

If you're here, hi!!! Thank you so so so much for reading and I really hope you enjoyed it! Feedback is very much appreciated.

If you liked this fic, I'm trying to get back to writing so I'm accepting requests and I'm also planning on rewriting some fics I wrote in the past, if any of these catch your eye let me know cause I have no idea with which one to start:

Bucky Barnes X Maximoff!Reader - the story is based on the movie Practical Magic and the reader was raised alongside Pietro and Wanda. The siblings ended up growing apart in recent years, that is until the day Bucky Barnes showed up at your door with Wanda passed out in his arms. Now you're confronted not only with your family but it's curse.

Bucky Barnes X Reader - the story is based on the movie While You Were Sleeping. You work at a café and have a secret crush on Steve Rogers, the super soldier who has been coming to the shop every week to grab a coffee and sketch. One day, he is attacked right in front of the café and, even though you manage to save his life, he falls into a deep coma. All it takes is one misplaced comment and now the whole hospital and the Avengers think you're Steve's secret fiancée. What's worst is that now you find yourself falling for his best friend.

Aaand that's it! Thank you so much again and I hope you have a great day!