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INTRODUCING: nurse!reader ... paired with matt sturniolo. ( inspo credit: @mattsbows )
the bitter scent of antiseptic, hands that are always cracked and dry from washing them so often, always stressed from working too hard yet still feeling like you're not doing enough, back pain that never seems to fade, and the intense desire to stay in bed for an entire weekend.
it had been an exhausting, hectic, and just plain busy day in the emergency room at the largest hospital in los angeles. from severe cases like an elderly man who went into cardiac arrest, to a basic case of the common fucking cold, you'd seen it all. and you just wanted to go home. or, more specifically, to matt's home.
but you couldn't. because you had to work the goddamn 24 hour shift, and you were currently only on hour 12. you hadn't been able to stop for a snack or a piss or even a simple drink of water because you'd been running from room to room, checking vitals and administering medications and answering questions.
at two o'clock in the morning, when most of your patients were snoozing and the hustle in the ER had calmed down a bit, you decided to step away for a quick moment... just to catch your breath.
you walked outside and turned on your phone for the first time in hours. you grinned when you saw text message after text message from matt. just telling you about his day, telling you about the video he and his brothers filmed that afternoon, sending you a picture of a cute dog he met on his run, telling you he missed you.
it was all very, very sweet but it just made you long for home even more.
the latest message was sent only ten minutes ago, so before you could stop yourself, you were dialing his phone number. you had his number memorized, of course, even though you don't even have your own number memorized. which matt never failed to tease you about.
"hey, baby.." he greets you, his voice so soft and full of love. "how's work?"
"it's... work," you say with a gentle laugh before unloading on him like you do way too often. "i'm so tired, babe. like, i desperately need a coffee, but the closest coffee shop is closed because it's the middle of the fucking night and i'm too lazy to walk all the way down to the cafeteria." you exhale heavily. "i wanna come home. i miss you."
he chuckles softly. "i miss you more, pretty girl." you can almost hear his smile through the phone and it warms your heart so much. "hey, i hate to cut this call short, but i really have to take a shit."
you're glad he can't see your sad pout. "that's alright, baby. i should probably get back to work anyway. i love you. see you in, like, ten hours."
"i love you too, my baby. take care of yourself, okay? i'll see you soon." and then he hangs up. he must've really had to shit, you think to yourself.
you allow yourself a few more seconds to pout and miss him and feel sorry for yourself, but then you go back to work. you get water for a few patients and then decide to sit and do some paperwork whilst you can.
that's when one of your fellow nurses taps you on the shoulder and informs you that you have a surprise in the waiting area. you frown at her, confused, but she just winks and waves you away.
when you go out to the waiting room, your eyes widen. because there stands matt, with a large thermos of hot coffee and a few of your favorite chocolate protein bars.
you immediately get teary eyed when you see his beautiful, soft, kind smile. you step closer to him and sniffle, feeling overwhelmed with love and gratitude.
you wrap your arms around him, hugging him tighter than you've ever hugged anyone before.
"matt..." you murmur, your voice muffled against his neck. "you didn't have to come all the way out here just to bring me coffee, y'know?"
"i know, sweetheart," he says, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. "but i wanted to."
"you're the best." you say as you pull back enough to look up into his eyes. "seriously, i didn't think guys like you even existed. you.. you're so good to me. and i really do appreciate everything you do for me."
"i know you do, baby." then his lips quirk up into a smirk and he leans in close again to whisper in your ear. "i can't wait for you to come home later.. so you can show me just how much you appreciate me."
you feel a shiver go down your spine. fuck.. now you want to go home even more.
@ stellarsturniolos.
#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo#matthew sturniolo#matt sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo x you#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo au#matt sturniolo au#matt sturniolo fluff#matt sturniolo fanfic#* my writing.
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Jamie and Keeley fell back in love with each other on Keeleyâs doorstep in 3x08. In this essay, I willâ
Ah. You know what? I will, actually.
Ahem. Ever since Jamie came back to Richmond, him and Keeley have had an amicable and mutually affectionate relationship (always greeting one another, etc), but I donât think thereâs anything to suggest that they spend a lot of time together socially after Jamieâs return. Then thereâs the funeral business and the fallout of that and the next time we see them interact itâs a whole new season, and given the slight awkwardness of otherwise fond encounter, Iâd argue itâs likely the first time (or at least one of the relatively few times) theyâve talked in a bit. Not because theyâve been avoiding each other as such, but I imagine things got a little bit weird after Jamieâs profession of love. Once that was somewhat sorted (and in my heart I imagine some small conversation between them after Jamie and Roy have it all out, Keeley getting in touch like âI hear you apologized to Royâ) itâs the off-season, so thereâs few chances of them bumping into each other at Nelson Road â and I do think that maybe Jamie was keen to maintain a respectful distance for a while, just to make it very clear that heâs not trying to woo her. As for Keeley, she was busy with her new company, so yeah, for all of those reasons, they didnât see much of each other. Donât really for two thirds of season 3 either.
But they never stop being fond of each other, yeah? They never stop caring. Theyâre just both all up in their own lives, Keeley with KJPR and her heartbreak and later her girlfriend, and Jamie with striving to be the best player and the best person he can be, the Zava of it all, and Roy. We know Keeley takes note of the changes in Jamie, but sheâs got other priorities.
Then: the leak, and Jamie showing up on her doorstep, and the hug. And yes, of course itâs nothing but a headcanon, but to me that marks the moment when that old spark is quietly but undeniably rekindled. Â
Itâs pretty obvious in Jamieâs case. We know he never stopped loving Keeley: he accepted that their future was friendship and he focused on other things, but he never stopped loving her. And once he stood there, holding her, held by her, enveloped in her kindness and affection and with that familiar press of her body against his, her scent, everything he felt for her roared right back into full and flaming life: itâs not only loving her, itâs being in love with her. Itâs arguably this (and the belief that her and Roy are well and truly over) that leads to him putting the moves on in 3x12.
For Keeley, I think itâs a bit more muted â more a realization of âI really like who this person has become and Iâm so proud of how heâs grown and I could see something between us againâ. (Also, holding him, being held. Itâs Pavlovian.) Itâs not really something she particularly plans to act on: sheâs still reeling from the video leak and the Jack of it all, and sheâs busy with her company. Still, itâs there.
For both of them, itâs there. Not grand or sweeping or all-consuming, not something that must lead to anything, but⊠Jamie and Keeley fell back in love with each other on that doorstep, and even if that doesnât necessarily mean that things immediately or ever turn romantic between them again, they slowly but surely start hanging out properly again after that, just because theyâve been reminded of how much they truly like each other. How glad they are of one another. (Which does not in any way lessen or change the love they both have for Roy, by the way. The heart has infinite room.)
#i saw a picture of the hug and was overwhelmed by feelings#and i've spend a lot of time thinking about how and to what degree they interacted after the mess at the funeral#going from that to the end of season 3 which i honestly think does a better job of setting up jamiekeeley or royjamie#than it does roykeeley#but to be clear! i'm still a fan of roykeeley too!#and ultimately it'll always be the ot3 that prevails#all three of them or not at all!#but yeah i have a lof ot feelings about jamie and keeley in season 3 so#jamie tartt#keeley jones#jamiekeeley#jamie x keeley#meta
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Bigger in Texas
Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader
Summary: Joel wonât fit.
Warnings: 18+. Unprotected p-in-v. Size kink (seriously, donât read if you hate big dicks / disgusting descriptions) Penis and pussy pronouns. Virginity loss. Age gap. Praise kink. Daddy kink. Joel âhung like a fucking horseâ Miller is a soft dom and also a good teacher. Competence kink (?)
Note: Somebody made a fic challenge to use penis pronouns, and I canât for the life of me remember who it was. If yâall find them please show them this and tell them I love their brain đ«
Update: @sp00kymulderr youâre a legend for this. Dick pronouns are engrained in my brain, and Iâm forever grateful.
Word count: 2.3k
This wasnât the life Joel Miller had pictured for himself.
The dead coming back to roam the world and eradicate most of its population, for one. The cold. Finding his baby brother way out here in Wyoming with a wife and a child on the way. The looks he was getting these days. Itâs not like heâd asked to get mixed up with a girl your age. It just happened. And since damn near every-fucking-thing that had âhappenedâ to him since outbreak day fifteen years back had been bottom of the barrel, full-blown nightmare territory, the second he saw a good thing fumble across his path, heâd seized itâyou.
You, who were young enough to be his daughter.
You, whoâd never seen a man fully before meeting him.
You, who hadnât squeezed so much as a finger in herself.
But much like his past, Joel Miller was a sordid and sick kind of man, and he had the cock to prove it: presently weeping precum at the site of your softest, tightest hole, smearing the pearly-white slick through your folds with a sound so sweet it was nauseating. Begging for entrance.
âOughta have a boy your age pop your cherry, kid.â
It was simple.
âAinât right havinâ a man my age all in your guts.â
And true.
The head of his cock made another wet, sickening noise through your folds, and as though instigated by the sound, your eyes flitted to the source. You smiled.
âProbably. But I want you,â you answered. Soft.
Joel got harder, and he hadnât thought that was possible. His gaze joined yours, and the sight nearly finished him.
Beneath him, your legs had spread wider, showcasing that perfectly glistening seam alongside the head of his cock. He looked huge. Or you looked small. Or perhaps it was both, and he was old, and he really shouldnât be doing this at all, but then his hips stuttered a bit and his length pushed in. Joel hissed and seized the headboard.
It wouldnât even go in. The tip just stretched the rim.
âBaby, fuckââ Joel whimpered.
âHeâs so big.â
Three little words from your lips, and it almost did him in.
Again.
You wriggled your hips and flashed another happy grin.
âHe wants in, daddy. I can feel him pulsinâ like I am.â
You volleyed a look up to Joel as if to say, âSo that means weâre ready, right? Will you let me have him?â
And, strangled by guilt as he was, Joel couldnât resist.
He let his big, bulbous, leaking head sink in the tiniest bit, and he let out a groan. Your walls were so tight. This was him, tooâhis tip was oversized, just like the rest of himâand when it notched in an inch, Joel could see the pain flash quick in your eyes. His hips moved to retreat.
But then your heels were lifting and digging in his ass, and though strained, your voice made it out, weakly:
âDonât, daddy. I want him.â
Joel couldnât dream of refusing.
And his vision blurred more at that word, him.
âI-I know. He wants you too, babyââ
Another quarter-inch.
ââso, so bad.â
âDaddy!â
Joel had to blink to try and wake from his daze. His tip was so warm, hugged so perfect and snug and wet, that he didnât even realize that was all that fit. He was stuck.
You whimpered again.
ââSâtoo big, daddy. Just make him go in.â
Your eyes rolled with indignation and overwhelming pleasure alike, and your hips squirmed again. This time, you tried to nudge him in deeper, but your body simply wouldnât budge; youâd reached the widest part of him.
âHoney, itâsââ
âHurtinâ! I need you inside me.â you cried, impatient.
âJust takes a little time to get there, darlinâââ
âWell, get to it, then. A tip ainât enough.â
Joelâs face flushed. He mightâve been forced to bite back a laugh under any other circumstances, but this was your virginity. His bed. Your naked bodies, together, tonight.
He wasnât about to rush it now and fuck everything up.
âThis tipâs about to paint your pretty insides white and make you wait til next week to try again if you keep it up.â
That made you go still.
You shook your head while Joel released the headboard from his grip and took your hip in it instead. He grunted.
âSweet pea, you gotta seeââ he resumed, voice low, ââit wonât feel good for you or me if I justâŠpush right in.â
You sighed, feeling his hold tighten.
âTongue and fingers only do so much. You gotta learn.â
You whined, digging your feet in deeper when his tip drew back to your entrance. Looking a bit squeamish.
âBe braveâŠand patient for me.â
From the look in your eyes, Joel could tell you probably hated him right now. That was just fine. He adjusted his hips to a more comfortable place, and then he pinched your hip bone. He nudged you back, and he let you wait.
Then, right when you opened your mouth, he sank in.
Joel thrusted with only his tip, the size of a small lime, and he fucked your hole gently. Back and forth. Shallow.
It did enough. You squeezed both his forearms.
âOh, daddy.â Your bottom lip trembled as you said it.
With his free hand, Joel smoothed your hair back.
âYeah, what is it, baby?â he murmured, dulcet as ever, âThought you said the tip ainât enough for you, sugar.â
His words came slow. His strokes were delivered quick, though tenderly. Your brain appeared to be in a fog, or a trance, as your chin dipped down toward your chest, and you watched him breach the first inch of you repeatedly.
âCurious little thing.â Joel couldnât fight the chuckle now.
âHeâs soâŠâ you trailed off.
You squeezed his arms, and he squeezed your hip back. He let you watch him fuck you with only his tip, and when your head began to tilt back from the strain, he reached up with his other hand and held the back of your neck. He felt you clench at that, and you both groaned.
âSoâŠbig,â you finished, eyes glazed.
âI know.â
This went on for the longest time: Joel stretching the first precious inch of your pussy with the head of himself, you watching and breathing deeply, whimpering occasionally, and him holding at the nape of your neck like a softer touch might lose you to him forever. Was this teaching? When you clenched again, he reckoned it was.
âThatâs it, honey. Watch her swallow me.â
âStretches real pretty for the tip, doesnât she?â
âBet she canât even fit another inch of this cock.â
Suddenly, your head was jerking up under his hold.
Eyes flaring with a hot, juvenile kind of anger: âI can!â
Joel clicked his tongue against the backs of his teeth and pretended not to hear. He also had to feign indifference when your walls tightened and all but choked his head and a wave of new pleasure surged up through his body.
âShe can, Joel, Iâm serious!â
Another two seconds of this and Joel sensed he might see tears. Though his gaze had trailed up to yours, and the look in his appeared stern, deep down, he was just as quick to want to cave. He just hid it better than you did.
âYou think so, sweet pea?â
âI know so. I need it.â
âNeed him?â
âY-Yes.â
How sweet you seemed. How naive you must be.
Joel mightâve been mean, but he wasnât cruel. He also liked teaching lessons as much as he enjoyed showing you the way, so in the next second, he obliged. He took the last shallow thrust of his tip and sank into your cunt.
As he filled you, you whined. It only took an inch or two.
âDa-a-ddy. Please.â
You mustâve been begging for lenience. Joel retreated.
Then, much to the manâs surprise, you kicked your feet. Not in relief but in protest, shaking your head up at him:
âPut him back. Please. D-Deeper.â
It was as though Joelâs brain had exited through the back of his head and all rational thought escaped him, for the moment. The only voice he heard was yours. It was pleading. And in between your legs, you were soaked.
So drenched to allow him another inch. Then another. Then another. Joel fucked in gently and felt a seismic wave of pleasure seize his limbsâand likely yours, as well. It was as though in two blinks, youâd forgotten the pain altogether. You were suffused with need instead, eyes wincing and lips curling and sounds leaving your throat like an animal in heat. Want him deeper, please.
Joel sawed back and forth with just those five or so inches and made you writhe underneath him. Felt you clamp down on his thick, slippery cock and heard the remnants of your shared arousal making sounds as your body accepted him. Stretching wider. Getting wetter. Bringing him closer to the edge with every breath.
âSheâs doinââŠso good fâme,â Joel told you, brainless.
His thumb drifted to your clit. He rubbed it gently. No sooner had he finished the first circle around that nub when your hips were stirring againâthis time incensed.
âDaddy.â
âI know, baby. I know.â
Joel kissed the top of your head, thumb insistent. When his eyes met yours, he was surprised to find them wet this time. Tears pooling and streaking down to your temples while your body bounced gently beneath his thrusts. A whimper trembled out, and Joel slowed.
He could tell from that look you didnât want him to stop, though. It just felt so good. So, instead of dropping his pace too much, Joel cupped your chin in one hand, and with the other, he kept thumbing at your clit. Humming.
âPoor thingâs never had something this big in âer, huh?â
You shook your head. Cried a little more.
Joel kissed the tears on one side, lips smiling as he did.
âI can tell, baby. But sheâs taking it so well.â
âY-Yeah?â
His hips sped up a little. The thrusts were still shallower than they normally would be, given your state, but they seemed to be working well enough. You winced again.
Joel kissed the other side of your face to take more tears.
âUh-huh,â he answered, âOpeninâ up real nice for daddy.â
It was like his words worked as well as his thumb on your clit. You whimpered again, lips parting a little wider now, and the sound that came out was as desperate and feverish and fuck-drunk as Joel had ever heard it.
âS-Say it again,â you pleaded.
âSay what?â
âThat heâsâŠstretchinâ me open. Makinâ me his.â
The soft, slick resonance between your body and his seemed to amplify even moreâyou were getting wetter, and Joelâs thrusts all but shook the bed with their force.
His eyes darkened when he felt you tighten again.
âYeah? You like hearinâ all the filthy fuckinâ things your daddyâs doing? The way heâs breakinâ you in for him?â
You nodded. Your throat constricted with a moan.
And, just when a fresh set of tears seemed to be close on the horizon, Joel lowered himself to you. He held you to his chest, hips working relentlessly, and he watched your face screw up in pleasure. A trace of pain surfaced again, but it was soothed with a kiss. Joel grinned against you.
Between your thighs, his cock was throbbing with a feeling just as big. He knew he couldnât keep this up much longer. Hurting and aching and needing as you were, he had to make sure that you would cum first.
When his cock grazed a fleshy, sensitive patch inside your walls, he knew it wouldnât take much. He went on:
âCâmon, sugar. Daddyâs split you open on his cock so nice, least you can do is cum for him. Can you do that?â
His nose brushed yours. His thrusts sped up. You nodded, quickly, and when he shifted in the bed with his thumb still on your clit and his lips and his stubble grazing your mouth with every push of himself, he felt it.
It was a small pulse, at first.
Joel thought you might be adjustingâclenchingâagain, when the lips that were trembling against his own parted more. Your arms wound around his neck, and suddenly the throb of your walls around his member got tighter and tighter and tighter. One more second and your cunt mightâve squeezed the hot, sticky seed right out of his body and flooded your insides with it, but then came release. The âoâ of your mouth let out a shriek, at last, and your body went soft around him, beneath him, whining in turn, âDaddy, daddy, pleaseâ while the muscles once taut and unflinching gave him reprieve. Fluttering repeatedly.
Joel fucked you through it. He talked you through it.
He stroked your hair, and he held you tight. Called you his sweetheart, pretty thing, perfect girl, youâre doinâ so good fâme. Keep going. Thatâs right, cum all over daddy. He told you to take what you needed, and without another word, he felt just that. Your cunt spasmed around him, and you consumed every inch he gave and drank every drop of spend shooting out in thick spurts.
You fell boneless on the bed when all was said and done.
You looked happy, and that made Joel even happier.
He stroked your cheek, and you leaned into it, clearly drained while your gaze held his in a weak sort of look.
It was soft. Loving, even. It couldâve been romantic.
Then Joelâs hand slipped down to the nape of your neck again. Your muscles were limp, like all the rest of you, but somehow, he was able to hold you up. Tilt your chin a bit.
Make you peer down between your shaking legs, where his cock was still sheathed inside youâpartly, anyway.
Your eyes widened. Joel grinned.
âYou did great, baby. Ready for the other half of him?â
can yâall believe this image is what inspired this fic HA
itâs only Thursday iâm sorry đ
#I WROTE THIS IN A FUGUE STATE LISTENING TO KEITH WHITLEY#IF IT DOESNâT MAKE SENSE ITâS PROBABLY JUST BC IâM SLEEP-DEPRIVED AND STUPID#joel miller smut#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#joel miller#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller imagine#joel miller one shot#joel miller tlou#the last of us fic
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THE PHOTO
Frankie Morales x f!reader || 580 words
Summary: you find Frankieâs photo.
Tw: none, fluff, young Frankie, insecure reader, pining, loveeeee
A/n: I needed some comfort so I wrote this little thing, inspired by the picture above. Hope youâll like it<3 kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ingđ dividers by @saradika-graphics
MASTERLIST || more Frankie
Youâre looking at a photo of Frankie and soon tears well up in your eyes. Strong emotions overwhelm your heart and you take a deep breath and press your palm to your chest, trying to calm down.
Frankie and you were group mates in college. You saw each other almost every day but you tried to keep your distance, hiding a huge crush on the guy. Full of insecurities and fears all you dared to do was to steal glances at him here and there, but sometimes, when he wasnât looking, you couldnât help but stare.
During classes you would daydream about taking his cap off, running your fingers through his soft curls, hugging his broad shoulders, kissing his plush lips. He often chewed on his pencil, brows furrowed, gaze full of thought, and you were sure that it was the cutest thing in the world.
Whenever Frankie caught you looking at him, he would smile, and your cheeks would immediately heat up. Youâd drop your eyes to the desk, frozen, trying to stop your heart from beating too loudly.
That smile of his, playful but never mocking, when directed at you, was a highlight of your day. Yet you were not the only one he smiled at, you thought, he was just friendly like that. You werenât special.
Frankie was wonderful - kind, helpful, handsome. Heâd never be with someone like you. You tried very hard not to idolise him but the nagging voice in your head always reminded you that you didnât deserve him, werenât worth his attention. You used to avert your eyes from his, as they were too piercing, too beautiful, they burnt you every time you felt them set on your face.
One day Frankie and you came to classes early and the hall was empty except for the two of you. He began chatting with you and you talked back, shyly at first, shaking like a little bunny inside. But the more you talked, the lighter you felt, and soon you were laughing at his jokes, looking him right in the eye. The fire that had scorched you before turned into the sun, warming and gentle, breathtakingly exciting but comforting at the same time. Your soul was singing when he was there with you and you thought that your heart was right when it had chosen him. Maybe it was just wishful thinking on your part but Frankie seemed upset when the other students joined you.
Lost in the memories, with the picture still in your hand, your eyelashes still wet, you donât notice Frankie walking up to you until his strong arms wrap around your waist from behind and you feel his bearded chin rubbing the delicate skin at the crease of your neck. His naked chest is warming up your back like a furnace through your thin nightie and you happily sink into his embrace as he asks,
âWhat are you doing here, my love? You know I hate waking up alone.â
âNothing. Just found this photo of you by accident. Look, you were so young and handsome.â
âAnd now Iâm old and ugly, uh?â He grumbles with a fake annoyance in his voice and you giggle, turning around and throwing your arms around his neck.
âWell, maybe less young but as handsome as ever,â you whisper against his lips before giving him a soft kiss. Frankie hums with pleasure, hugging you tightly, and then parts from your mouth to gruff,
âCâmon, letâs get you back to bed, Mrs Morales.â
âLove when you call me that,â you purr and gasp when he lifts you in his arms and carries you to the bedroom.
Thank you for reading! Leave a comment and reblog if you enjoyed the story<3
MASTERLIST || more Frankie
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To show someone that you care, is a gift itself. | Sugar Daddy Bakugo Series
Where you show Katsuki what a gift can be.
Tags: Artist!reader, very self indulgent, like guys....please buy me watercolour paper instead of Versace. Watercolour paper is stupid expensive. Im also not skilled enough to actually make the gift so--
Pt 1 Pt 3
Katsuki's birthday had been looming when the two of you started going out, like a weighted shadow. You had spent a very long stressing about what to get him with a budget that wasn't even worth a fraction of what he would buy you.
But, like gift giving was Katsuki's, it was your love language as well. And you'd gotten good at getting heart felt things for people. Admittedly, it took a lot of brainstorming and notes upon notes of what to get.
You'd always go overboard to please the people you cared about, afraid that they'll leave if you didn't cross the limits and bend over backwards for them.
Katsuki had always taken care of you, never asked for anything and your love was returned albeit in a quieter and tsundere manner. So the urge to go above and beyond didn't fester for long, knowing that your bare presence made him warmer.
Your gift idea came when he was on the ring, swift on his feet and solid in the rigidness of his body. You'd brought your sketchbook and while you wanted to keep your eyes on your boyfriend, your hands became busy with large curves and sharp flicks of your pencil that brought dark edges .
You'd made at least 20 quick gestures drawings that were more crude representations of movement for you. But with those and the feelings you trapped in your heart, you made thumbnails and chose one to draw large scale.
One where Katsuki's face was partially blocked by his arm and he gave a blow. His elbows were jagged, muscles taut and rippling. And his eyes sharp and cat like.
The charcoal pencils and sticks used to create tapered lines to create hard surfaces was 340 yen. The watercolour pallete used had messy paint splattered everywhere and its lid broken, having been with you for a good while. The coat over the charcoal was 50 yen hair spray that worked just as well as professional sprays.
It didn't cost a lot but your hands were full of care and by the end of it, you hoped that it'd be something Katsuki would at least like. The man could have the world but all you had was you.
You didn't realize that you were more than enough
Katsuki to lost his voice when you handed it to him at midnight, eyes wide as he stared at him but not him. The layers on layers of paint held emotions that he could only describe as love, meticulously hand picked and felt in strokes. He'd seen HD pictures of his fights, seen videos of them where his sweat and pores were as clear as day. The most he'd thought of them were how his form could improve or how cool he looked.
But what you made, it twisted something in his chest and stung his eyes and filled him to the brim with love so warm and overwhelming that his body wasn't big enough to hold it.
You two had been dating for 4 months, Katsuki had spent that time falling in love with you in ways he didn't think possible. He'd fall with every giggle and kiss and ramble and your face when you were concentrating. He'd never said 'I love you', hoping his actions showed it enough, still too scared to speak it in case it was met with hesitance or silence.
But Katsuki had gently put down the canvas, something you that you'd built, stretched and primed yourself. And while you made eye contact with the walls and ceiling, you explained how the only thing you could come up with was the painting, that you wanted to capture the emotions you felt when you saw him fight. That it wasn't much but---
Katsuki had engulfed you in a hug, hand on the back of your head to press it against him and an arm around your waist. He squeezed you, tried to express all that he was feeling with one hug alone. You felt it, held him tightly and carded your fingers through his hair. With his shoulders shaking, you had an inkling that he had been crying. When he spoke, with a wobbly voice, you were sure that he was.
"I love you." He'd muttered out for the first time.
"I love you more." You whispered back and Katsuki had firmly denied it, that no one could love a person as much as he loved you.
Getting a gift for you became hard after that, because Katsuki sucked at making shit.
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Mha Reaction to their big pro!hero sibling coming to visit
ÂŽ*: ïŸâË Characters: Katsuki Bakugou, Izuku Midoriya
READER: Masked Hero!reader, reader doesnât give their name to the public.
WARNINGS: Angst coded a bit, but really fluffy other then a few things, siblings bickering!!
GENRA: HCâs
Izuku Midoriya
Izuku liked to keep you a secretâ not in the way you think. When he was younger he got bullied for being quirkless and he was sure you wouldnât want to bring down your reputation. Or get more bullied because of how different he was.
No matter how many times you made it known you respected and love quirkless people, even announcing to the world that you had a quirkless brother, he still felt ashamed. ïżŒ
But once he got into UA he was so proud of himself, he was messaging you everyday about his progress. He felt horrible to keep you in the dark about allmight but he had too! Deku still kept you hidden, he wasnât sure how you would feel if he spoiled your identity.
âLook at you, little hero!!â Izu was so shocked to see you standing in front of him and his class, a smile plastered on your face. âMy My, how youâve grown!â Everyone watched you practically fly to him and hug him.
Now seeing you both together in the same roomâŠit was so obvious that you both were related!! Same nose, eyes and even freckles. Even if you had different dads, you both favored your moms features more.
He was overwhelmed with questions, mostly why he never told them he was your brother, then everyone was fine.
Until you started sharing stories of when he was little. How you would pretend to need saving just so he could rescue you. And somehow a baby picture even up on the kitchen fridgeâŠ
âIâm so proud of you,â and yet after all the embarrassing stories, kicking his butt in training, and giving him lectures you still held him when you need to leave, âMy brother is going to be the best hero.â
He was a sucker for your hugs. Donât forget the waterworks!! Heâs crying at the slightest praise from you.
Everyone in the class, including him was shocked when they saw a picture of them on tv while you did a interview! âThis is the future of Japan!â And you sang their praises on tv.
âMidoriya, your siblings the best!!â
âYeahâŠI know.â
Katsuki Bakugo
Heâs sooo over you. For years he hated how he had a pro!hero sibling. That just means heâs have to work harder to get out of your shadow. Unlike izuku, MF didnât want anyone to know he was related to youâ YOUR NOT SPECIAL.
I think deep down he was wordied he wouldnât catch up to you, or that somehow he would fail and youâd be disappointed. Because katsuki really does care AND look up to you, which is why his first thought was to go to UA to follow in your footsteps. Tho, he never admitted it.
âI just want UA to have a better Bakugo, canât have you spoiling our name.â
Boy would be so pissed if you sent a letter of recommendation. And better expected a angry call, âI donât need you help.â âThink I canât do it on my own?â he really hates when you try and help him. Makes him feel weak. Like I said- he doesnât want his big sibling to look down on him.
âPut the boy down!â Bakugo freezes out the stern tone of someone yelling at him. Denki pulls away from his grip, thanking the person. Yep, itâs youâ and the first thing you do is embarrass him.
âWhy the hell are you here. Shouldnât you be fighting low level villains. What, People stop stealing candy from babies?â Everyone is staring at him because heâs talking that way to a pro!
âDonât be like that! Give your sibling a hug!â they watch you chase him around for a minute while heâs screaming his head offâŠ.YOURE HIS SIBLING?
Kats hates that everyone knows now and is asking him questions. He hates to be in your shadow. He hates watching you give praise to his friends and then give him âtipsâ or whatever. Heâs constantly trying to train with you, to try and prove he can be better and beat you in a fight.
âDonât hold back! Iâm not some loser kid like you think,â he screams. Itâs been hours since youâve been training and you still havenât used any of your power moves on him, âIâm better then you! So stop looking down on me!!â
And you clicked it right there. Why he was always pushing you away, or overworking yourself. Why he hated when you tried to help him. So you did what any good sibling would doâKick the shit out of him.
âI never thought you were weak, katsuki,â you bend down as heâs laying on the ground out of breath and beaten up, âJust because I give you pointers doesnât mean anything. I just wanna be there for you,â you pat his head while he has no energy to reject you.
âIâm so proud of you! I knew you would be a hero years ago!â
The last day he was more closed off because of his disappointment to see you leaving but didnât wanna show it. Being a pro meant he never got to see you, even he was younger you were here at UA training.
Anyway from everyone, he hugs you deeply. âTry not to die! I canât have everyone knowing I have a weak sibling.â
As he huffs in your chest to give off the impression of being mad, but the grip of his hold says something different.
âWhatever you say, Kit-Kat,â you chuckle and pats his head and hold him for a few seconds as he trues to pull away from you.
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Hello there! I have to say, I really, really, REALLY LOVE your Kindergarten au. Little Yanderes as noisy children and MC as a Teacher who is not being paid enough XD.
Feel free to ignore if it's uncomfortable for you!
This is my first time asking so sorry if I am bothering you, But how will the mini yanderes react if they were kissed in the lips, not in a romantic way but like a parent showing love and care <3
how Mini!Yanderes react when MC kisses themÂĄ!
A/N; even if MC kissed them like a parent the yanderes would hear wedding bells so JASHJHSAJS also the thought of an adult kissing a child on the lips is a bit weird to me so i will change it to kisses on cheek or forehead. i was listening ddlc soundtrack to write this AND SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG
Pairing(s); "Mini!Yanderes" and GN!Reader
CW; this is actually fluff / need to remark MC just see the little yans as kids they need to take care of, no one has special treatment
Sunny Day Jack.
Jack would be the one to take the initiative, in this case, the first time he kissed MC's cheek would have been during the school photo.
Early spring, all the children had arrived well-groomed to the classroom, MC finished combing John Doe's hair while the professional photographer adjusted his camera in position, the children moved from one side to the other, except Jack.
Jack finished adjusting his bowtie, very dedicated to being the most handsome child in the photo.
Finally MC gathered them all in different rows, placing themselves behind in the center.
"I will only take it once so if you need to go to the bathroom or sneeze do it now." Said the cameraman in a listless voice, no one had any protests or urgency so he raised his hand, specifically 3 fingers.
"Three⊠Two⊠One." A flash of photography dazzled them, the curious little ones ran towards the man to be able to appreciate the photograph.
And then they saw in the photo how Jack had jumped and pulled his teacher's arm to kiss their cheek, causing several students to immediately cry.
As for Jack's reaction:
He considers himself a winner, he probably looks for other ways to ask for kisses since MC is quite open about giving affection to his students, nothing too overwhelming.
Can't stop thinking about their future as a married couple.
A manipulative bastard will surely fake accidents or work twice as hard on his tasks to get that reward.
John Doe.
John Doe is a student who needs sensitivity, but don't give him too many kisses on the forehead or you'll overwhelm him.
A day like any other, the class activity required flour and water, something simple to mold and non-toxic since many of the students love to put things in their mouths, so full of curiosity.
MC finished helping everyone create their mixtures, Keith finished making flowers with his dough while Tenebris ate it.
The children learned and had fun, it was comfortable.
Until some sobs made the teacher run to where a little long-haired boy, John Doe, who couldn't stop crying, the dough had gotten stuck in his hair.
Of course, prepared for any occasion, MC took the little boy to the bathroom to wash off all the dough, which fortunately wasn't as sticky as the time Peter put gum in Mycheal's hair.
"There you go, see? Simple, are you okay, Doe? Don't cry, everything is fixed now." MC comforted their student with hugs and coos, kissing Doe's forehead.
"Again?" He asked with those huge eyes full of tenderness, MC gave more kisses on her student's forehead, who asked for more and more between laughs.
They had to stop when they realized that Doe was convulsing with happiness on the floor, it did scare them.
As for Doe's reaction:
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
He reacts in an exaggerated way, with adorable and loud giggles, hugs, red cheeks, his happiness is evident.
He is like a cat with dilated pupils and he scares MC.
Alan Orion.
Great project for class! Alan and his mom drew a picture of the solar system and he was in an astronaut suit, he didn't learn half of the names of the planets but it was enough to get a kiss.
The theme for that day was to draw a picture of things they want to do when they grow up, Alan carried his drawing to the board while holding it up over his head.
"I'm going to be an astronaut and walk in the stars!" he commented proudly.
"Very good, Alan, come here." MC called him over to place a star-shaped sticker on his drawing.
Alan tilted his head towards the teacher, subtly indicating what he wanted and of course the teacher didn't deny it, kissing the little boy's head.
As for Alan's reaction:
He loves praise, especially from his favorite teacher, and will keep a smile on his face for the rest of the day.
He will seek further validation from MC in other aspects.
Whenever he finishes a new activity he points his head up in anticipation of kisses.
Peter Dunbar.
One day he got sick and didn't got a kiss like everyone else.
Peter was confused, why were his classmates laughing at him while he sat in his spot?
Jack walked over with his arms crossed and a grin from ear to ear.
"Yesterday teacher MC gave us all a kiss." he said mockingly.
Of course Peter immediately ran crying to the teacher to get a kiss on the forehead.
As for Peter's reaction:
He was so upset with himself for getting sick and with the others for getting a kiss before him, he cried for 2 hours.
He asked MC for many make-up kisses, which led to the others asking for a kiss as well.
Peter bit and kicked the ones who came up to ask for a kiss, and ended up being punished.
Ren.
You don't need to be good at naming colors or good at sports when you're smart to win.
Play in the garden! All the kids were very excited, especially Ren, who got the lead role, he was a prince, surely that would delight MC, he had rehearsed so much to be the perfect prince.
The play was pretty simple, he had to dance with a girl and although that wasn't in his plans he couldn't push her off the stage or MC would think he wasn't chivalrous.
The exact minute after the play ended Ren snatched the crown from the girl's head and ran after MC.
"Teacher! Teacher! I have something for you, can I put it on you?" He asked batting his eyelashes.
MC didn't wonder where the other crown came from, they assumed the girl gave it to Ren since⊠Well, it's Ren. The teacher knelt down with a smile and bowed their head to allow the little boy to place the crown.
They were surprised with a tender kiss on the lips, making them gasp and quickly get up, the crown was on their head... but Ren had stolen a kiss from them!
The little boy was blushing, so happy that he couldn't stop giggling.
It was a shame that there were so many eyes looking at him with great anger at that moment.
As for Ren's reaction:
He was so happy, how could he not be? He had beaten all those losers in the classroom
He made enemies but he tries to maintain a good reputation with MC
The bad thing is that he couldn't steal more kisses from MC because now his teacher was more careful when he was around.
Mycheal.
Flowers are pretty but you are not allowed to pick them from the school garden.
It was early in the morning, not all the children had arrived yet to start class, MC arranged their notebooks and prepared the lesson for that day, while Mycheal walked through the garden looking for flowers to give to his teacher.
He knew that was not allowed but the best flowers were always there, since MC watered the plants every day, so considerate!
Finally he reached the rose bush, that was always dangerous because many times he tried to take them because of how beautiful they were but it hurt a lot, the thorns were terrible.
But today he would do it! A little pain was nothing compared to his teacher's laughter.
The little blond crouched in front of the bush and held a couple of roses, taking a deep breath when the thorns embedded themselves in his skin and he began to pull.
Harder and harder until his body fell on his back, tears came out of his eyes but he smiled when he saw a pair of red roses in his hands.
"Teacher! Teacher! Look what I made for you!" He was so proud of his bouquet that he was unable to see MC's worried face.
"Mycheal, you know you shouldn't pick flowers from the garden⊠Come, let's put them in a vase and heal your hands." MC said, taking the little boy's little hands to give kisses to his palms, which were bleeding a little because of the thorns.
As for Mycheal's reaction:
Mycheal learned to use gloves to pick flowers, but he can't do it anymore or he'll get punished.
Now he gets into fights on purpose to get kisses on his wounds.
He's also gotten kisses thanks to sharing his lunch with MC.
Keith and Tenebris.
Nap time in the garden, but there are always a couple of kids who don't sleep.
All the little ones were resting on the padded floor, covered by blankets after MC read them a storyâŠ
All except Keith and Tenebris of course, the twins were sitting near MC, Keith wanted more stories while Tenebris just wanted hugs.
Their teacher decided to read the story of "Sleeping Beauty", a simple story with a happy ending, he got to the part where the princess was woken up with a kiss, which gave Tenebris an idea.
The boy stood up and ran straight to the wall, crashing into it and falling to the ground, although he didn't use that much force it did scare MC, who didn't understand why the boy did that.
"Tenebris needs a kiss to wake up." The boy whispered with his eyes closed, waiting for said kiss.
Although ridiculous, it was also adorable so the teacher bent down to kiss the little boy's forehead.
"Me too! Me too!" Keith whimpered, clinging to his teacher's arm before receiving a kiss on his forehead.
As for Keith and Tenebris's reaction:
They discovered that they will get more affection if they make a truce, both asking for kisses at the same time to get double the affection.
They also both ask for kisses from MC behind the other's back.
Now they always try to stay awake during nap time, so the other students won't bother MC.
Solivan Brugmansia.
Spring event, it's time to bring out your artistic talents! But not in the case of the teacher.
MC had ordered their students to draw a picture of the things they liked most about spring, a simple activity to celebrate the beginning of spring, they were allowed to use crayons, paints, watercolors, chalkâŠ
"Doe, don't eat the colors!" They ran towards the curious child who was trying to put a color in his mouth.
Being a teacher wasn't easy and although most of his students drove them crazy they had to admit that it was adorable.
Time passed, slowly while the children concentrated, it was strange that there was so much silence but not inopportune, the teacher decided to walk around their students to supervise their work, stopping behind Sol.
He had drawn a garden, it seemed that in the background were the horses and⊠MC?
The teacher sighed, stroking the boy's head and kissing his cheek, he just hoped that his parents wouldn't come to the festival asking weird questions because of how attached Sol seemed to be to him.
As for Sol's reaction:
He still doesn't understand why his parents worry when he draws his teacher, he loves MC!
Prone to developing praise kink.
His artistic skills would evolve thanks to his obsession with drawing MC, which would lead to more compliments and more kisses, clever, huh?
Damon.
Time to go out and play! Sometimes tears bring good things.
The whole group followed the teacher in a row, like baby ducks following their mother, they were on their way to the playground in the kindergarten, holding hands so as not to get lost of course.
They all made a circle on the field while MC prepared the game for the day, nothing too complicated.
In the end they decided to play soccer, nothing serious, just a bunch of little kids kicking the ball around each other.
It could have been entertaining if it weren't for the fact that Damon kept trying to catch the ball with his mouth, it made some people laugh but MC was worried, the real problem came when Ren tried to kick the ball while Damon was so close to catching it with his teeth.
Fortunately there was no blood but there were tears from little Damon, who cried and cried with his arms up, wanting to be carried by MC.
MC told them to keep playing while they tended to Damon, taking him to the infirmary where they made sure to hold him in their arms and caress his sweet little cheeks so that the swelling would go down.
His teacher kissed his head lovingly.
"There, there, there⊠Are you feeling better, Damon? It's over, don't worry, but you should know that you shouldn't use your mouth in a game where your legs are used, understood?"
As for Damon's reaction:
He understands that injuries mean kisses and cuddles from MC, prone to getting into fights to get more and then blaming Peter.
He's like a puppy, always rubbing his head against MC for attention.
He asks for kisses every day, if he doesn't get them he'll instantly sob like a pup.
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Hey! I saw you were starting to write for BlitzĂž so Iâd love to request something! Could you do BlitzĂž x fem or gn reader in which reader comforts him after he has a very bad day and reassures him about his insecurities? That man needs to let himself cry in front of someone and also needs a hug! I love him sm I need more works where we can comfort him!! đ«¶đ»
SORRY NOT SORRY I SKIPPED OVER LIKE 6 OTHER REQUESTS BC I NEED TO WRITE THIS ANGSTY BLITZ REQUEST IMMEDIATELY ITS TOO GOOD IM SO- đłđ„ș I just wanna hold himâŠenjoy, anon~
Notes: imp!reader, gn!reader, not an established relationship but mutual crushing and pining, reader works at IMP, angst to fluffy comfort
BlitzĂž x reader- Bad Day đ
Blitz had the shittiest shit day ever and was ready to fall asleep and stay asleep forever. Between feeling excluded and lonely after seeing Millie and Moxxieâs displays of affection during dinner at Ozzieâs, then Fizz and Verosika giving him shit in front of the entire restaurant and Stolas being disgustingly clingy as always, Blitz felt himself breaking down, deteriorating from the inside out. It really stuck with him when he heard a restaurant patron shout, âYOUâRE SLEEPINâ WITH AN IMP?â when referring to him and Stolas. What an embarrassment for both of them. He already has a very low self-esteem and that comment just solidified all his intrusive thoughts- no matter who heâs with, how successful he becomes, how much money he has, heâll always be just an imp.
BlitzĂž stumbled through the front door of his apartment, rapidly proceeding to Loonaâs room with a small smile. His precious girl always cheers him up, even when sheâs in a bad moodâŠwhich is always. At the exact moment he sees the note on her door saying that she is out at a party, his smile drops to a disappointed frown. With the upper half of his body hunched over, his arms dangling limply by his sides, he trudges over to the couch and collapses on it with a huff.
This feeling was way too overwhelming- he felt suffocated by his clothes, pushed around and beaten by his own mind. He felt defeated and had no idea how to get himself out of this state of mind. He pulls out his phone to scroll through some pictures, maintaining his lonely frown the whole time. Blitz rolls his eyes at an old pic of him and Verosika. Then, he finds himself looking at a photo of his mom, sister and him, so happy, so close. After only seconds of looking into the picture, all his feelings unexpectedly erupt from him. The tears forced their way to the surface, gushing down his red and white cheeks. His chest felt like it was gonna cave in any second now, his lungs forgetting how to breath calmly.
âFuckâŠâ He chokes out while tossing his phone aside and sprawling out over the couch. He couldnât hold it in anymore. He couldnât stop the tears from welling up and overflowing, he couldnât slow his breaths, he couldnât even open his eyes they felt so swollen already. He had never felt so alone before. Laying on his stomach with his wet, snotty face in the pillows, he completely lets loose. A guttural, miserable, shaky moan leaves him as he weeps, his fists clenching around nothing in particular.
Just as he sucks in a quivering gasp of air, the sound of the front door opening caused him to hold his breath and stay completely still. âBlitz?â FuckâŠof all people to walk in on him during his pathetic mental breakdown, why you? Heâs literally praying that youâll just go away but he knows you wonât, youâll keep looking until you find him. He knows this, but he stays hidden and silent on the couch until you finally walk around and see him.
âBlitz? Whats wrong? What happened?â Stepping over to him quickly then kneeling on your knees beside him, he seems to retreat even further away. Blitz scoots into the couch more, turning his head away from you as he exhales then inhales and then holds it again. âAre you okay?â Obviously, heâs not okay but he nods his head anyways. âYou can talk to me, Blitz.â Finally, he lets out all the air he was holding in. âI donât wanna fucking talk right now.â He manages to mutter out between hiccups and sniffles. âOhâŠokay.â Your voice a soft whisper now, Blitz again finds his hands balled up into tight fists, his fingers digging deeply into his palms. DammitâŠhe did mean to snap at you.
But instead of abandoning him, you shimmy your way onto the couch next to him, one arm coming to wrap around his torso as you lay your head against his back. You can hear everything with your ear to his back- his shaky breathing, his soft whimpers heâs trying so hard to hold back. âWe donât have to talk. We can justâŠlay here. Iâm with you, okay?â You pull him closer, his back up against your stomach as you give him a gentle squeeze.
He tried so fucking hard to conceal it, to play it off in front of you, he really did but he lost it again, crumbling apart right in your arms. After hearing the sweet words of reassurance you offered him and the way your hand was now rubbing slowly across his heaving chest and the way you didnât leave himâŠhe canât help but let it all out. Blitz softly shakes against you, making your heart ache for him. Youâve seen him in so many different moods and different situations, in so many silly costumes and youâve heard some pretty vile things leave his mouth but youâve never seen him like this. He was an absolute mess.
Slowly and carefully, you scoot closer, fitting your knees perfectly in the back of his. With a slight hum and one hand still rubbing his chest, you close your eyes as you rest against his back still. âIs there anything I can do for you?â Softly, you speak as Blitz exhales deeply once again. âAnything you need, just say the word.â Your hand stops the rubbing of his chest as you take a moment to squeeze him again.
âDonât leave meâŠâ With a crack in his voice, Blitz finally responds before curling in on himself even more. âIâm not going anywhere, promise.â As you nuzzle your cheek against his back. Your reply calms him, allowing his body to finally soften into your embrace. Together, you lay like this for a while, finding comfort in the sound of each otherâs breathing.
Eventually, Blitz weakly turns himself around to reveal his somewhat improved mood. His eyes are puffy and glossy but the tears had stopped. His frown is a nasty one, one of the worst youâve ever seen him wear but his eyes show a hint of something more positive as well- a look of hope? admiration? appreciation? Now facing you and looking at your face right there in front of him, hope, admiration and appreciation all swelled within him. He felt so lucky to have you, as an employee, as a friend⊠and maybe you two would be more one day. Maybe moreâŠtoday? Right now?
âDo you think Iâm⊠just a stupid imp? That Iâll always be seen as just an imp?â He canât bring himself to look at you now, eyes scanning the ceiling instead. âDo you think Iâm just a stupid imp? Is that all you see me as?â You immediately reply, watching as he starts to over analyze the situation. âNo, no, of course not. YouâreâŠfucking awesome.â His eyes land on your face for a second before they shift back to the ceiling. âSo are you, boss.â Blitz scoffs lightly at your words, giving you a disapproving glare. âNo! Really! I mean it, Blitz.â A soft sigh comes from him and heâs having a hard time believing your words.
âItâs gonna be okay.â You say with a light hearted tone and a small smile. Gently, teasingly you reach up to his face and use your thumbs to pull the corners of his mouth up into a smile. âAwww! There he is, thereâs my guy!â As you pull your hands away, a smile finds your face as you notice his smile doesnât fall, heâs smiling for real now. Itâs not a big smile, honestly itâs barely a smile at all but itâs something. Itâs better than the horrible frown he had on earlier.
âYou sure you donât wanna talk about it?â You ask cautiously, not wanting to upset him anymore. âIâm sure.â His reply is immediate and short, making you stay quiet after. Instead of using your voice, you go back to comforting him physically. With one hand on his cheek again, cupping his face this time, Blitz leans forward to rest his forehead against yours. Simultaneously, you both close your eyes and let out a deep breath.
As you let your thumb trace back and forth over the skin of his cheek, Blitz opens his eyes again and takes this chance to just stare down at you, at your eyelashes, at your skin and any little scars or blemishes that decorate it, at your lips as they part momentarily to suck in a breath. Without thinking it over, he kisses you. Itâs quick, not necessarily soft because he came in kind of fast but it wasnât hard or sloppy or anything like that. It was sort of a test of the waters for Blitz. He wanted much more than a measly peck from you but he didnât want go all in on you and scare you off or weird you out.
To his surprise, before he can get a good look at your reaction, youâre chasing his face as he pulls away. As you lean forward, a shocked âmmmâ rumbles from BlitzĂžâs throat when your lips meet his again. This time, the kiss lasts longer. It remains sweet and simple, thereâs no tongue, no spit or even much movement from your mouths at all. After locking lips for a few seconds, you part to finally look at each other. Your smiles mock each otherâs, both growing bigger and bigger.
This isnât at all how either of you imagined your first kiss together. Blitz had something more rough and dirty in mind but heâs beyond grateful that you still respect him after seeing him in such a lowly position. Youâre not sure what comes over him as he stares at your lips but he confidently yanks you back into him, kissing you again.
With his mouth still covering most of your own, he mumbles, âEarlier, you said anything I need and now I need you.â The kiss is deepened by Blitz carefully moving his lips against yours, both your heads tilting to find the perfect position. His hands roam up and down your back at an extremely slow pace as his mouth follows along, moving in tandem with yours.
âYes, sir.â
And the rest of the evening is spent gently coddling and lovingly appreciating each other at such a close range. The kissing lasts so long, that eventually youâre both just lazily pecking each other on the lips over and over and over again with closed eyes and relaxed limbs. Itâs nice, itâs simple yet romantic and Blitz has never felt more safe or comfortable in his entire existence.
âAnd if you tell anyone about this, Iâll kill you.â
âNo, you wonât.â
âYouâre right, I wonât. But please donât tell anyone.â
âI wonât. I promise.â
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aegon x best friend!reader ; modern!au
series summary: this fic is snippets of aegon and reader's relationship as they grow up and discover new feelings. but to let himself be loved, aegon has to first do some growing up. loosely inspired by the tv series one day!
rating: 18+, minors dni.
tags: alcohol, substance abuse, making out, titty sucking, blink and youll miss it dry humping (lmk if i missed something)
word count: 5.1k
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A/N: im so overwhelmed by the response to the first chapter! im so sorry this took so long, this chapter was originally well over 8k so ive just decided to split it, which means the next chapter is pretty much ready maybe ill have it up by wednesday. thank you so much to everyone who interacted, hope you like this. [not beta read!]
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divider credit @cafekitsune ! title of fic is from 'peter' by taylor swift.
Age 18
âi think thatâs enough pictures, mum.â y/n held up her arms to shield herself from any more photographs her mother might take. she felt self-conscious enough already, grimacing at every picture, thinking how the flaws glaringly stood out. her parents thought she looked beautiful as always though, and wanted as many photos as possible to keep as memories of their daughterâs special night. only she didnât want to believe there was anything so âspecialâ about it anyway.
she heard an impatient car honk coming from outside, just in time for her to make her exit. âlet me at least take a picture of you and your date.â her well-meaning mother attempted, earning a whine from her daughter, âfor the last time heâs not my date.â not really he wasnât, they were just going as mates, nothing more, she reminded herself as she waved her parents a quick goodbye.
then why did her stomach flutter seeing aegon leaning against his irritatingly green, flashy sports car. taking a drag of his cigarette, his platinum hair was mostly gelled back, few strands allowed to fall to his eyes either fashionably or as a result of hurry. he was dressed simply, black suit and a white shirt. but seven hells did he wear the hell out of that suit, y/n had to admit. he looked neater than usual, the light stubble he usually carried had now been shaved off, his eyes didnât look nearly as red as she was accustomed to. he even wore dress shoes, when truthfully y/n had been betting on him showing up in his usual jordans.
she couldnât help but beam as she realised walking towards him, that all this effort he had made for her. aegon hadnât even wanted to go to their senior prom. heâd said he would simply throw the after-party for the prom back at his mansion, where he wouldnât be required to âcome dressed as a penguin,â in his words. the entire school knew about aegonâs famous ragers by now, and the night of senior prom was guaranteed to be the greatest âone-last-hurrahâ.
it was y/n who had wanted to go, in order to live the full high school experience before they would be forced to enter the adult world after summer. and there was no one else she would have rather taken to prom. so, after countless hours begging and pleading (and some threatening), aegon finally relented. but his acquiescence hadnât guaranteed to her that he would even bother following the dress code. yet, here they were.
she was going to comment on what a pleasant surprise it was to see him look like a âpenguin,â when she saw the look on his face. his eyes were suddenly alert and his mouth slightly agape, cigarette in his hand forgotten momentarily with his hand hanging still in the air holding it.
âwhat is it? do i have something on my face? on the dress?â she patted her cheek in alarm, before looking down at her dress. sheâd chosen a simple black, satin dress that hugged her just right, pairing it with the deepest red lipstick she could find. she smoothened the front in anxiety, scared her high heels were going to make her trip on the fabric any second.
âno, itâs just...you look nice. very pretty.â her eyes focussed on aegonâs trying to gauge his expression, but his gaze remained transfixed on her figure.
âis it that shocking that i would look pretty, that you have to go and make that face?â she snorted. that snapped aegonâs attention back to her face with an eyeroll, âi didnât mean it like that and you know it. you look good, would it kill you to just take the compliment?â her lips turned upwards at his words, âyeah iâm just messing with ya.â she tried to hide how the praise made her feel warm inside her chest.
âyou donât look so bad yourself, targaryen. look youâre even wearing the shoes and everything.â aegon grinned at the words giving a quick twirl to show off his full look. âwho knew you had it in you?â she teased.
âhad to step up my game. can't let my date outshine me, can i?"
date? the word rang in her ears. did aegon think this was an actual date?
âoh, please,â she tried to maintain a cool façade, seemingly uncaring of his words, âi've always outshined you.â
âonly because i let you.â he claimed, flashing her one of those lazy half smiles of his that would make her mind wander to what else he was capable of doing with those lipsâ
she immediately shook her head to get that image out of her mind.
âgot you something. well, technically mum got you somethingâ aegon opened the passenger seat of the car, and retrieved from it a beautiful, very expensive looking bouquet. âshe wouldnât let me leave the house without flowers for my dateâ there it was, that word again, âdateâ! Â she thought, astonished as she received them.
did aegon think this was a date? a date-date? was he expecting something? did she expect something? her mind started to race with a hundred things.
she had to clear her throat to bring herself back to the present, âthese are beautiful, tell alicent i love them.â
âgreat, can we go now? i want to get the boring part over with so we can properly party later at my place.â
the prom itself ended up being less dreadful than aegon had been sure it was going to be. aegon spiked the drinks, and then proceeded to get his friends leon and martyn as drunk as possible. it didnât escape y/nâs notice that aegon himself, was merely buzzed. she even dared to hope for a second that he was limiting his cups out of respect for her, and her very known hatred of his drinking himself into blackouts.
he remained clear-headed enough to laugh about and reminisce with her over their years at the academy. âno, i remember clearly, youâve never once said sorry about making me fall on my first day.â y/n accused as she attempted to drink the very strong punch aegon had made for her. âand i remember very clearly, you came in my way.â
she narrowed her eyes at his blatant lie. âcunt.â he couldnât help the laugh that escaped him at her drunken-vitriol. âand i think thatâs quite enough for you.â he grabbed the cup out of her hands in spite of protests. âgood gods, aegon targaryen preaching moderation? must be the apocalypse.â she nudged him playfully.
in that moment, smiling and laughing with her best friend, she couldnât help but realise that this time of their life was coming to an end. come fall, they would be on different sides of the country.
y/n had been accepted at her first choice, sunspear university only weeks ago, but she hadnât discussed it with aegon. he hadnât spoken of his plans for university either but helaena had told her that their grandfather was using his pull to get him into the family alma mater, oldtown college.
any time she had attempted to so much as talk about life beyond school with aegon himself though, aegon would get irritated and cagey, eager to shut down any and all conversations about the future. then again she couldnât blame him, for some reason her first instinct too had been to hide that acceptance letter from him.
yet as they stood there, she had a feeling that he was thinking about the same great uncertainty that lay ahead too. thinking, that their days of being by each otherâs side like this every day were numbered.
âcome onâ he suddenly offered her his arms, getting a puzzled look in return. âyou wanted the âfull high school experienceâ right? dancing at prom is kinda the main thing.â
she let him lead her to the dance floor, feeling her cheeks going red. he brought them right in the middle, and when he placed her arms around his neck, his own hands becoming placed around her waist, she couldnât find a word to say.
couples around them were slow dancing to some song she couldnât quiet place, and she couldnât believe that aegon had willingly placed himself in the scene around them. this suit, the shoes, the dancing, the flowers â none of it was remotely close to his scene. yet she had barely heard him complain. she had to give it to him, he had been on his best behaviour because he knew how much the night meant to her.
âthank you,â she finally said, looking at him with adoration in her eyes. âfor agreeing to come.â
aegonâs expression was unreadable at first. after a second he seemed like he was going to lean in towards her to say something, when his eye caught something behind y/n shoulder.
she turned her neck to see who it was and felt her heart drop down in her stomach.
cassandra baratheon, the most sought-after girl at school, her golden hair and confident demeanour were hard to miss. y/n looked up to see aegon was transfixed on the tight red dress she wore.
she felt his hands drop from her waist, âget you something to drink?â but he didnât so much as look at his friend.
âsureâ she mumbled, trying to mask her disappointment, but he didnât wait for a response before he started walking towards the blonde.
she watched as aegon approached cassandra, his charm on full display. y/n sighed, tired of how predictable his routine was. she danced with a few classmates, trying to keep her spirits up, but it wasnât the same without aegon.
after a while, she grew tired of pretending and slipped out of the ballroom, certain she wasnât going to be followed by the only person she wanted to be with. she started walking in the direction of her home, too angry to think to call someone to pick her up.
the sound of her heels against the pavement and the chattering of her own teeth from the unexpectedly cold night couldnât distract her from her woeful thoughts.
she should have expected this, she chided herself. aegonâs attention had always been fleeting, especially when it came to pretty girls. but it still hurt. she had hoped, maybe just for tonight, things would be different. at the beginning of the night heâd been giving her all his attention, and making her feel as if she was the only one who mattered in that room.
yet, he had to go ahead and ruin that, by chasing one more skirt to add to his long list of distractions from anything that could actually matter.
when she reached her house she was grateful her parents had long since gone to bed, not wanting to talk about her night. she walked up to her room and changed into some comfortable clothes.
she curled up on her bed, but sleep seemed to escape her. she tossed and turned but she could not forget the look on her best friendâs face when he looked at cassandra baratheon, ignoring her. she couldnât help but wish that the way his eyes trailed down her figure, the open lust with which he watched her, the desire that carried him away from her â she wanted it all to be hers.
it was perhaps the first time she had admitted it to herself. she wanted this, she wanted him and not just as a friend.
her mind then wandered to that one moment of hope she had not dared to let herself dwell on. the way his hands felt rested on her back, how he looked for a split second as if he were going to lean in to her, what might that have felt like if it had been allowed to go on? would he have kissed her? would his lips have felt as soft as they looked? would his tongueâ
she didnât realise when in the middle of all these wandering thoughts her hand had slipped down to underneath her shorts. over the cloth of her panties, she could feel a wetness building as she slowly rubbed the top of her entrance, her imagination building up the tension between her legs.
just as she was getting comfortable though, she got the fright of her life when she heard her window open. âfuck me!â she sat up straight on her bed, clutching her blanket in front of her chest.
she let out an exasperated breath at the now-messy platinum hair glinting in the moonlight, that she could make out even in the darkness of her room. she moved to get up and turn on the lamp next to her bed. the light revealed a slightly different aegon to the one she had left back at the dance, stumbling into her room.
his jacket now gone, his white shirt was untucked and the first few buttons had been left undone (one of them was missing, from what she could tell), the semi-open shirt allowed her to make out lipstick smears trailing his chest. his eyes were red, and the fact that he couldnât seem to walk straight, told her heâd returned to drinking at his usual pace once sheâd made her exit.
âwhat are you doing here?â she sighed, crossing her arms across her chest, both defensively and because her bra had been long discarded, which left the tank top she wore revealing far too much for her liking.
he almost looked earnest when he answered âcame looking for you. you never showed up to the party at my place.â
âyeah, well i donât like your partiesâ âsure you do!â he snorted
âno, aegon i donât! i never have. i only ever come for you and iâm miserable the entire while, and you never notice!â
he looked hurt at her accusation, blinking as if it had never crossed his mind that she didnât enjoy getting high and causing chaos as much as he did. that hurt quickly turned into anger of his own as he shot back.
âfine, even if you didnât wanna come to the party, why did you leave prom so early? for weeks itâs all you wanted to do, going to prom. you dragged my ass there and then just âpuffâ i turn my back for one second, and youâve disappeared.â he sounded almost as if he felt abandoned, wounded.
âyou seemed busy.â she cooly replied.
âbusy?â aegon echoed, his brows furrowing. âi was just talking to people.â
y/n shook her head, her eyes reflecting a mix of hurt and frustration. âyou always do this, aegon. you leave me for the first pretty girl that catches your eye.â
he shook his head as if y/n were being the unreasonable one here âitâs not like that.â
âthen what is it like?â she demanded, her voice rising. âbecause it feels like youâre always looking for a distraction. and tonight, i needed you.â her eyes burned as tears pooled in them. âit was our last night in school. it meant something.â
he flinched at her words, the truth of how much he had bruised her, cutting through the haze of alcohol. âi didnât mean toâ"
âdidnât mean to what? make me feel invisible?â y/n's voice softened, the anger giving way to sadness. âitâs like you donât care.â
aegon stood there, steadying himself by leaning against the desk, looking deflated. âi do care, y/n. youâre my best friend.â she could tell he was trying, trying to make her see he cared, trying to be a good friend. the fact that he had left his own party simply to come look in on her, hadnât gone unnoticed by her.
but unluckily for him, y/n was tired of his constant trying when she knew it never led to any real change.
she took a deep breath, steadying herself. âwe need to talk about something else, too. weâve been avoiding it all year.â
aegon looked up at her, confusion and apprehension mingling in his eyes. âwhat do you mean?â
âcollege, aegon. youâre going to oldtown, and iâm headed to sunspear,â y/n said, her voice trembling slightly. âiâve tried to bring it up, but you always change the subject.â
he looked away from her, fiddling with the rings on his fingers almost anxiously. âbecause i donât want to think about it.â
âwell too bad, because we have to discuss itâ she insisted. âthis is big. weâve never so much as spent one summer break apart, youâve dragged me to every family vacation and christmas dinner. but come fall, thatâs over. you donât think thatâs important enough to even talk about? doesnât it matter to you at all?â
âof course it matters!â he finally spat out, taking stumbling steps towards her. âi donât want to talk about it because i know itâll change everything.â
aegonâs eyes were glassy, his emotions threatening to spill over. âbecause youâll be far away, making new friends, living a different life. you get to conveniently walk out on me and my fuck ups. i donât want to talk about it because youâre leaving me.â
âleaving you?â the aegon that stood before her was shaking like a scared child, gone was the playful, laid back popular boy. for the first time that night, she could see clearly through him, the first time heâd allowed her to.
y/n moved closer, taking his hands in hers. âaegon, i could never leave you.â she promised. âyouâre a part of me. distance doesnât change that.â
âyou say that nowâŠâ he mumbled, looking away as she caught tears running down his cheek.
âiâm not leaving you,â she repeated, more firmly this time, her heart aching for him. âweâll find a way to make it work. i promise.â
âdo you really mean that?â her hand reached out to his cheek, wiping away his tears with the pad of her thumb. âwith all my heart,â she whispered. the vulnerability in his eyes was raw and unfiltered as he confessed âi donât want to lose you.â
âyou wonât,â she assured him, putting her arms around him as she pulled him into a tight embrace. âweâll figure it out, together.â she sounded sure, determined.
he clung to her, and she could smell the weed and cigarettes on his shirt, she knew that he wasnât as clear-headed as he should have been for the conversation they were having. âi donât know what iâd do without you, y/n.â he muttered into her hair. she smiled against his chest. âlucky for you, you donât ever have to find out.â
as one of his hands trailed down to her lower back, she suddenly felt her shorts were far too short for her to be having company. his other hand started to rub at her side, his thumb brushing up against the side of her breast and lingering just enough that she knew he could tell she was bare beneath her flimsy cotton top.
theyâd been standing in silence for a minute when he suddenly spoke up, âiâm sorry that i mess everything up, you deserved to have me there with you tonight.â
his hand had stopped right by her cleavage, causing her throat to dry up. âit was just a stupid dance.â
âyeah, but it mattered to you.â he brought his other hand to her ass, as he pulled apart slightly to look down at her. her breathing became rapid as she looked back up at him.
in that moment, the tension between them shifted. aegon leaned in, his lips brushing against hers hesitantly. y/n responded, closing the distance again, with more passion.
there was a sense of urgency, a rush as his tongue entered her mouth. the hand on her ass moved to slip past her shorts and panties to grab at her bare skin, causing her to moan into his mouth. her own hands attempted to undo the few remaining buttons on his dress shirt, before letting her fingers roam around his exposed chest.
he pushed them back, till she felt the edge of her bed behind her making her fall back on it, pulling him down with her as she went.
his mouth moved to trail sloppy, wet kisses on her neck, and then down to her collarbone. she could feel him use his teeth, marking her for the next day.
situated as he was between her legs, she could feel his semi-hard on from under his pants, rubbing against her in the most delicious way making her wrap her legs tighter around him, to feel that friction more intensely.
his mouth broke away from her now-sensitive skin momentarily, as he lifted her top enough to expose her breasts to him. his hands roughly gripped the flesh, making y/n gasp with how cool his rings felt pressed to her skin.
his mouth then took in one of her nipples, as she whimpered at the sensation, her fingers pulling his hair as he flicked it with his tongue, before sucking on it.
when he finally lifted his head to look up at y/n, she couldnât believe the scene before her. in that moment aegon was looking her with a hunger and wanting, that she didnât think heâd even given cassandra baratheon.
what might come next though, made y/n nervous. sheâd never gone this far with a boy before, reasoning with herself that sheâd never liked anyone enough. but she could admit to herself now that sheâd been waiting to share that experience with aegon, waiting for him to come around.
still, she wasnât sure if she was ready to go all the way, or how to do it if she was.
thankfully for her, aegon reached ahead and merely kissed her lips once more, softer this time. then, even more unexpectantly, he placed a final, tender kiss atop her head, before climbing off from between her thighs and crashing down on the pillow beside her.
she blinked at the figure of him, lying next to her completely relaxed, as if what theyâd just done was so routine, it didnât warrant another thought. âget that lamp light next to you, would you?â he yawned.
as if in a daze, y/n wordlessly switched the light off, plunging the room into darkness.
she could hear him breathing beside her, close enough to block her nose with the smell of cigarettes she was sure sheâd have to wash out of the sheets the next day. but with his pale hair falling like that against his fluttering eyes, she knew he was the only person she wanted, flaws and all.
drowsiness began to take over her after sometime, and she wasnât sure if she actually heard him mumbling âlove youâ or if sheâd dreamt it but she drifted off with a faint smile on her face nonetheless.
the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over y/nâs room. she stirred awake, stretching out lazily when her eyes fell on to the snoring boy beside her. she couldnât help but smile at how peaceful his face looked, her hand stretching out to tuck behind the strands of platinum falling to his eyes.
she tried to be as quiet as she could in walking to her bathroom. standing in front of her mirror, she noticed the now purpling hickey right by her collarbone. she still couldnât quite believe that the events of last night had actually occurred, but the evidence was staring her right in the face. her fingertips grazed the bruise, and the corners of her lips turned upwards automatically.
she washed her face and brushed her teeth in a haze, where all she could think about was what was going to happen next. would she and aegon have a conversation about it, or would he pretend it was nothing? oh god, what if he regretted it? the thought made her tense. instead of going back to her room she sat on the edge of her bathtub, nervously thinking about what impact last night would have on their friendship. she couldnât imagine losing aegon, she thought. if it came down to taking whatever happened yesterday forward or saving their friendship, she would pick the latter, she determined. before she could lose her nerve, she decided to go back to her room with that thought.
upon her return she realised the object of all her anxiety was already up, rubbing his eyes with his palms and groaning, clearly nursing a hangover. her heart suddenly started to pound in her chest. âyouâre up early. itâs not even noon yet.â she teased as she came to sit by him. âand morning to you tooâ he grumbled.
âhow are you feeling?â she hesitantly asked, âlike i got hit by a bus,â he said, attempting a weak grin.
she gave him a faint chuckle. she looked around the room as silence filled the space. she was hoping that heâd be the one to bring up last night, rather than making her go through the embarrassment and awkwardness of coming to that topic.
how did you even start that conversation? she wondered as she pulled at a few strands of embroidery coming untethered from the rest of her bedsheet. âhey last night was the best kiss iâve ever had, letâs do it again sometime soonâ? no, that wasnât it. she stole a glance at aegon who had picked up his phone, neither of them having said anything to break the silence. i could start by telling him how iâve always liked him? no that would definitely activate his commitment-phobia, and heâd go running out the door, she realised. sitting this long without either of them talking felt far too weird and she started to panic slightly.
she kept thinking if he was going to approach the topic, wondering if she should instead, when suddenly aegon got off her bed.
âwhat have we got hereâ he walked over to the basket where some of her old toys had been kept for her mother to donate when she went to college. ânothing just some old thingsâ she replied, surprised that this was what he wanted to discuss now. he seemed to be entertaining himself by going through her things as if he hadnât been in her room a hundred times before.
well, if he was going to avoid it, y/n decided she should be the one to rip off the band-aid. she cleared her throat to start speaking, when he suddenly cut her off, âdo you still have that lightsabre i gave you for your 12th birthday? the one that used to light up and all?â âno, because you broke it playing with it in my garden that same day you gifted it.â she reminded him, ârightâŠâ he muttered, before going back to his rummaging.
this time she stood up and walked over to him, and started to say, âyâknow i think we should talkââ âwhatâs ollie doing here?â grinning, he grabbed an old red octopus from the basket and lifted one of its stuffed tentacles to wave at her. âdid this mean old lady steal you from me ollie?â âno, you stole him from me, remember? and alicent had to return it backâ she reminded him, snatching the toy back from him in irritation. if he was going to keep mucking about, she was never going to be able finish what she wanted to say.
she exhaled a big sigh, and built up her courage again, âwe have to talk about last nightââ âyeah, what did happen last night?â
she could only blink, as aegon nonchalantly asked, not even bothering to look up from the box of broken, dusty toys. âwhat do you mean âwhat happenedâ?â
âas in how did i end up in your bed?â he laughed, âdonât remember much after us arriving at promâ her heart sank at his words. âyou blacked out.â she said in realisation. she turned around and walked back to sit on her bed so he wouldnât see her wounded expression.
he didnât even remember what was possibly one of the biggest moments of her life, something so monumental that sheâd woken up this morning as if waking up to a new life. all those years she'd spent unknowingly pining for him, sheâd thought that now there was finally some hope that she could actually be with him. but one little sentence from him had made her memory of last night dissipate like a mirage.
what had she even been thinking, he was drunk out of his mind and was probably barely in knowledge of himself when they did what they did last night. it was a mistake, and it should have never happened. she couldnât control the tears slipping down her cheeks, her back facing aegon to shield herself subconsciously.
âyou were pretty drunk. you climbed up to my room and we talked for a while. you fell asleep here.â she answered in robotic narration, not daring a look at him. she wiped her face quickly as she heard him stop with his aimless search and come sit next to her.
âsounds accurate. i do anything stupid i should know about?â he asked, his voice tinged with concern. it was the standard question he asked when he blacked out. for a second, she wondered if she should tell him everything.
y/n shook her head, smiling faintly. âno, you didn't. just needed a place to crash.â
she thought about it rationally â even if they did talk about last night, what was going to be the best-case scenario? he would be glad of what he did? but even then, what would happen next? she was going to dorne, and him to the reach, and a long distance anything was going to be impossible enough. here they were nervous about their friendship surviving the distance, but a relationship? she couldnât see any way this would end well.
and this was considering if aegon even wanted any of it. last night may have been special for her, but if drunken fooling around and crashing into bed was all it took to get him to pursue someone romantically, half the school was ahead of her in that line.
this was the best thing for both of them, she sadly thought, to preserve their friendship.
him putting his arm across her shoulders and squeezing her brought her out of her miserable thoughts, âthanks for looking out for me, as always.â
âof course,â she replied softly. âthat's what friends are for.â
aegon met her gaze, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. âyeah, best friends.â
a few minutes later she left momentarily to get herself a glass of water but by the time she returned, her room was empty with her window left open and her red octopus missing once again from her bed.
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Boutiques and bionics
Summary: Chaseâs girlfriend loves to shop and is a bit of a diva but fits right into the davenports with her loving attitude towards them.
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Chase Davenport sat in the middle of the sleek Davenport mansion's spacious living room, his eyes glued to the tablet in his hand. The holographic projection flickered, showing a complex blueprint for a new bionic enhancement he'd been working on. The numbers and diagrams danced in his mind, but his concentration was abruptly interrupted by the sound of heels clicking on the marble floor. âChase! There you are!â a melodic voice chimed, filling the room with an energy that was both captivating and, at times, overwhelming. Chase looked up, his expression softening as he saw his girlfriend, you, walking towards him. You were a vision of glamour, as always, dressed in a perfectly tailored designer outfit that complemented your flawless style. Your dark hair was swept back in a sleek ponytail, and you wore a pair of oversized sunglasses perched on your head like a crown.
âHey, y/nâ Chase greeted her with a smile, setting his tablet down on the coffee table. You, the epitome of fashion and flair, had an aura that could light up any room. Despite your diva like tendencies, your love for shopping, designer brands, and everything luxurious. You were kind-hearted and adored the Davenport family. You had a way of making everyone feel special, even if your enthusiasm for the latest fashion trends sometimes overshadowed the more mundane aspects of life.
You sauntered over to him, your eyes sparkling with excitement. âGuess what I just found at the mall? The most fabulous dress! Itâs perfect for that gala youâre dragging me to next weekâ. Chase chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist as you showed him a picture of the dress on your phone. It was a stunning piece, all elegance and sophistication, just like you. âIâm not dragging you anywhere. You were the one who said youâd be happy to comeâ. You smirked, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. âTrue, true. But we both know youâre the one whoâs really excited about this whole sciencey gala thing. Iâm just there to look pretty on your armâ. Chase laughed, knowing you were only half joking. He loved how different you were; where he was analytical and logical, you were vibrant and spontaneous. But it worked. Somehow, it just worked.
âAnd how are my favorite couple doing?â a voice interrupted from the entrance. You both turned to see Donald Davenport, Chaseâs adoptive father and the genius behind the bionic technology, walking in with a grin on his face. You instantly brightened, stepping away from Chase to greet Donald with a hug. âHi, Mr. Davenport! I was just telling Chase about the amazing dress I got today. Youâll love it, itâs absolutely to die for!â You exclaimed, your enthusiasm infectious. Donald chuckled, patting your shoulder. âIâm sure youâll look fantastic, y/n. And please, call me Donaldâ. Chase watched the interaction with a warm smile. You had been part of his life for almost a year now, and in that time, youâd become close to his family. You had a unique way of winning people over, even Leo, who was usually skeptical of most people.
âBy the way, y/nâ Donald said, as they all moved toward the living room, âTasha wanted me to ask if you could help her pick out an outfit for the gala. She said you have the best fashion sense out of anyone she knowsâ. Your eyes widened with delight. âIâd love to! Tell Tasha Iâll be over tomorrow to help her outâ. Chaseâs heart swelled with affection as he watched you chatting animatedly with Donald. Despite your love for all things glamorous, you never hesitated to go out of your way to help those you cared about. You were kind, compassionate, and brought a vibrancy to the Davenport household that Chase hadnât even realized was missing.
After a few more minutes of chatting, Donald excused himself to go back to his work, leaving Chase and you alone again âSoâ you began, turning to face him with a mischievous glint in your eyes, âI was thinking we could have a little date night tonight. Maybe dinner at that new rooftop restaurant downtown?â. Chase hesitated, glancing back at his tablet. He had planned to spend the evening working on his latest bionic project, but one look at your hopeful expression and he knew his work could wait.
âSounds perfectâ he said, slipping his hand into yours. âBut Iâm picking up the tab this time. You always insist on treating me, and I want to return the favourâ. You giggled, squeezing his hand. âDeal. But only if you promise to let me drag you into a few shops afterward. I saw some shoes that would look amazing with my new dressâ. Chase rolled his eyes playfully but nodded. âAlright, but youâre going to have to explain to me why you need another pair of shoes when you already have a closet fullâ.
You laughed, pulling him towards the door. âOh, sweetie, thereâs always room for more shoes. Now come on, letâs go. We have a date with the stars and some fabulous cuisine!â. As you left the mansion, hand in hand, Chase couldnât help but marvel at how lucky he was. He had his family, his work, and you-a girl who brought color into his meticulously ordered world. And for once, he was more than happy to let go of his logical side and just enjoy the adventure. Because with you by his side, life was anything but predictable and he wouldnât have it any other way.
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[PASSIONATE KISS]
Ford x Reader
words: 1,850
tags: sfw, angst, fluff
a/n: realized i never wrote a proposal story for Ford so here you go<3
Ford had been out on an expedition for three days. Heâd told you it would be too dangerous for you to come along and even though you had strongly protested he would not budge. So now here you were, waiting for your boyfriend to return from his trip that heâd assured you would take no more than 24 hours.
âEither I find them immediately or I wonât find them at all.â Was what he had told you. But knowing this and that he considered the whole endeavor extremely dangerous had left you incredibly anxious. What if something happened to him? Youâd never be able to find him in those woods.
Stan tried his best to reassure you, told you: âHey, the guyâs been running around different dimensions for thirty years. Give him some credit. He wonât go down that easily.â It helped. But today you could hear in Stanâs voice that he was beginning to feel a little uncertain about it as well.
You couldnât sleep that night. You were restless, turning from side to side and trying to shut your thoughts out with music and podcasts and anything you could turn the volume up enough to drown them out. The fears of Ford not coming back.
Eventually, you got up, walked aimlessly around the shack, stared out a window for an hour and then turned to head back to bed, giving sleep another shot. Except your feet didnât walk you to your bed but instead downstairs into Fordâs lab.
As if you were guided by invisible strings you walked straight to Fordâs desk, sitting down on his chair and wrapping yourself in the lab coat he had thrown over the backrest of the chair. It smelled like him. You pulled it around you and up to your nose. This was the closest to him youâd felt since he left.
You pulled the chair closer to his desk and took his third journal out of its place on the shelf. Ford was carrying the fourth edition with him right now. You flipped through it, chuckling at all the entries the kids had left in it. Then you got the part where Ford got it back. Right around the time you two met.
Amongst his stories of different dimensions and discoveries about the world as it was now, thirty years after he had left it, there were sketches of your face scattered between. Always with little annotations about how gorgeous he thought you looked that day or something new he learned about you. Your favorite Ice-cream flavor, your least favorite beach boys song or whatever he had found the guts to ask you that day.
The memories brought tears to your eyes. What if all of that would now be forever in the past? What if he wonât ever be back?
You turned the page again and found a picture of you both dancing together at the kidsâ fourteenth birthday party this year. Mabel had taken the photo and given it to Ford. Seeing you both so happy was too overwhelming. Some tears slipped from your eyes and onto his coat.
You flipped the page once more, not able to keep looking at that photo of you both. The next page had just one sentence that Ford had written. It was the last page of this journal.
To be continued in Journal 4⊠hopefully with wedding pictures âĄ
Your breath hitched. What? No. This⊠You two had never spoken about marriage. In fact, when did he write this? You didnât remember this being in here. Your thoughts raced a million miles an hour.
So much so, that you didnât even hear Ford entering the Lab and walk up behind you. When he saw your hunched up trembling form and the page of the journal you were looking at he softly called out your name. You jumped in surprise and quickly turned around.
âFord!â You called out, stood up and fell around his neck, hugging him tightly. âI was so worried for you, Ford.â You mumbled into his shoulder, but he understood, hugging you tighter as well. âI know, love. Iâm so sorry, I didnât mean for this to take so long.â
After a moment you pulled back slightly and placed your hands on either side of his face. With a stern face you told him: âDonât you ever do that again, you hear me? 24 hours⊠you were gone for three whole days!â Ford chuckled sheepishly. âFour days, actually. Itâs already past midday, love.â Flabbergasted, you stared at him. âThatâs even worse!â
Only now did Ford look at you. Like, really look at you. And his face fell as he saw the state you were in. Heavy bags under your eyes, tear lines staining your cheeks that havenât even dried. You were still in your pyjamas with just his dirty lab coat protecting you from the cold of the lab. And it wasnât doing a particularly good job - you were shivering.
Guilt flooded Fordâs systems at the sight. He raised one of his hands from your waist to your cheek, wiping away the remaining tears with his thumb. You immediately leaned into his touch. âI am so very sorry, love. I shouldnât have taken so long. Iâm so sorry.â He whispered the last part as he leaned in, resting his forehead against yours.
You sighed. Just having him here with you again felt like a heavy weight was lifted off of your shoulders. In a much softer tone you told him: âJust donât leave me like this again. If something takes longer than expected, find a way to let me know. I know you can.â
Snaking your arms back around his neck, you pulled his body closer to yours, your own seeking the warmth of his. âI felt so helpless. If something had happened to you, I-â Your voice broke off, unable to finish the sentence. âI know, love.â
After a few moments just enjoying being able to hold each other again, Ford let the hand from your cheek fall to his coat pocket, fumbling around in it. He chuckled, the noise sounding a little bittersweet, when he found what he was looking for. He pulled back from you slightly and looked into your eyes.
âI also know that this is probably the worst moment to bring this up, but: Do you know what I was looking for out there?â You shook your head ânoâ. This better not be about some creature right now. Now was not the time.
âWell, I only told you that the expedition would be dangerous, because I didnât want you to come along and I knew that would be the only way to get you to stay home.â He smiled warmly at you, your stubbornness being something he loved so much about you.
âBut it really wasnât all that dangerous at all. Because, what I was really looking for was something that would complete⊠something. Something Iâve been meaning to give to you for a while now and⊠something I felt wasnât worthy of being yours yetïżœïżœïżœ It needed something special.â
You furrowed your brows at him, confusion taking over you. Ford softly let his hands wander to your arms, unwrapping them from himself as he continued. âAnd⊠I was looking for this something in that spaceship that sits under the town and also in the cave systems beneath the mountain. Well, two somethings really.â You felt him drift off into some sort of story as you saw his eyes start darting around the room.
âFord. What are you talking about?â His eyes landed back on you. âRight.â He cleared his throat, trying not to freak out. His hand wandered back into his coat pocket and as soon as he found this mysterious object, he got down on one knee.
Your eyes widened in shock and you gasped. Ford didnât know this, but with him returning you had completely forgotten about the last page of his journal.
He pulled a little black box out of his pocket and held it in front of him. âRight. I went to the spaceship to find the rarest metal in the solar system. Then I went to the cave systems to find the shiniest crystal on the planet. With those I went to visit Fiddleford, who graciously helped me weld the metal into a shape that could hold the crystal.â
Ford took a deep breath and opened the box revealing a marvelous silver ring, welded into intricate patterns that surely held some sort of meaning, holding a deep blue crystal that looked like it reflected the universe itself. You gasped again and let your hands cover your open mouth as you continued to stare at the man in disbelief.
âI couldnât let you come along because I wanted this to be a surprise for you. I⊠You deserve the universe and all the good within it and I am more than willing to give it to you. So here I am. Asking you,â then he said your full legal name. âWill you please marry me?â
By now there were new tears running down your cheeks, but this time they were tears of joy and happiness. You nodded your head as you sobbed out a âYes! Of course, Iâll marry you, Ford!â and fell into his arms again. Ford hugged you tightly, all the worries that had plagued him for taking so long washing away in an instant.
You pulled away again slightly, giving Ford the opportunity to slide the ring onto your finger. It fit perfectly, like it was made to be there. Thatâs because it was.
Ford held the hand that wore the ring in both of his, cradling it like it was made of glass. He looked at it with so much love and affection that you felt your own heart swell with love as well. When he looked up at you again, you leaned in for a kiss.
Your first kiss in four days and also your first kiss as an engaged couple. You basically devoured the man. Ford wasnât any better. Both of you took this kiss and put all the emotions of the past four days into it. All the stress and worries. All the hope and love.
Ford was first to turn his head slightly and deepen the kiss, one of his hands wandering to the back of your neck, holding you close. Not that you wanted to leave. You parted your lips slightly and nibbled on his lower lip. This caused Ford to moan softly and his tongue to leave the confines of his own mouth and instead explore yours.
While this was happening you both moved your bodies so that Ford and you fully sat on your legs. You didnât sit on his lap like this because you knew his legs would fall asleep immediately. It had happened before.
After a while you broke the kiss, panting slightly. Ford let his forehead rest against yours again. âI donât think Iâll leave you again any time soon.â You chuckled. âYeah. You better not.â
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CaitVi Streamer Headcanons pt. 2
Streamer CaitVi x female reader
Uses they/them pronouns though
Summary: More moments of our favorite streamers and their muffin
(Sorry for any mistakes! )
What I pictured you to look like:
Feel free to imagine whatever though!
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Award Ceremony Night
The award ceremony was a dazzling time. glittering chandeliers, the hum of chatter, and a red carpet teeming with streamers and influencers. I lingered near the bar, cradling a drink in my hand, feeling slightly out of place amid the extravagance. But then I saw them.
Caitlyn walked with effortless grace, her navy dress shimmering under the lights. Her confidence was magnetic, every tilt of her head and flick of her wrist commanding attention. Beside her, Vi exuded a rugged charm in a perfectly tailored suit, her short pink hair slicked back. She carried herself with a swagger that screamed, I know I look good.
They were breathtaking, and I couldnât help but stare.
Caitlynâs sharp blue eyes found mine first. A soft smile tugged at her lips, and she raised a brow as if to say, Caught you staring, darling. She winked, and my heart skipped a beat.
Moments later, Vi turned her head, following Caitlynâs gaze. Her smirk widened as she locked eyes with me. She gave me a mock salute, her playful expression making me feel like I was the only person in the room.
They approached me like magnets, Caitlyn sliding her arm lightly around my waist while Vi draped an arm casually over my shoulder.
"You clean up well, love," Caitlyn murmured, her voice low and warm.
Vi grinned, leaning in closer. "Not bad, huh? Though I think you couldâve coordinated with us. Navy wouldâve looked killer on you."
I laughed, realizing her gaze was stuck on my chest, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. "I didnât realize there was a dress code. But by the way you're staring I can tell you don't mind."
Caitlyn leaned in slightly chuckling, her lips brushing against my temple. "Donât listen to her. You look perfect."
Vi tilted her head, feigning hurt. "Hey, I just said they looked killer. Stop trying to one-up me, cupcake."
"Then stop making it so easy," Caitlyn quipped back with a smirk.
The night was filled with moments like theseâstolen glances, light touches, and the unmistakable tension between the three of us. At one point, as they both received an award for "Best Co-Stream of the Year," they pulled me into their celebratory hug, Caitlyn pressing a kiss to my cheek while Viâs lips brushed my temple.
"I donât know if I should feel lucky or overwhelmed," I teased as we walked back to our table.
Caitlynâs hand lingered on mine. "Hopefully both," she replied, her eyes sparkling.
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Streamer Rivalry
Sitting in Caitlynâs streaming room felt oddly intimidating. Her setup was pristine, every wire and light perfectly in place, a sharp contrast to the chaos that was Viâs usual domain.
"Ready to destroy Vi?" Caitlyn asked, handing me a controller as her chat flooded with excitement.
"Ready to try," I replied nervously, adjusting my headset.
The game loaded, and almost immediately, Viâs voice cut through the headphones.
"Hey, babe," she said, her tone dripping with mock confidence. "You sure you wanna team up with Cait? Sheâs all strategy, no bite."
I laughed, and Caitlyn shot me a playful glare. "Donât listen to her. Stick with me, and Iâll have you wiping the floor with her in no time."
True to her word, Caitlynâs instructions were impeccable. She leaned in close, her voice soft in my ear as she guided me through the game. Her hand occasionally brushed against mine, her proximity making it incredibly hard to concentrate.
"Focus, love," she murmured, her lips dangerously close to my cheek.
By some miracle or Caitlynâs geniusâwe won. Vi groaned loudly in defeat, her voice crackling through the headset.
"Betrayed by my own favorite person? This is a dark day," Vi lamented dramatically.
"Maybe you should stop underestimating me," Caitlyn replied smoothly, her fingers grazing mine as she leaned back with a victorious smile.
"Rematch," Vi demanded.
"Only if you behave," Caitlyn shot back, her hand resting casually on my knee under the desk.
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Jealousy Prank
The prank started innocently enough. Chat had been egging me on for weeks to mess with Caitlyn and Vi, and I couldnât resist.
"So, y/n," Vi said during a group stream, her voice teasing. "Whatâs got you smiling like that? Youâve been suspiciously giggly today."
"Oh, nothing," I replied, glancing at chat for backup. "Just... someone Iâve been talking to. Theyâre really sweet."
Caitlynâs brows lifted ever so slightly, though her calm expression didnât falter. "Oh? Anyone we know?"
"Probably not," I said with a shrug, pretending to check my phone.
Vi narrowed her eyes at the screen. "What do you mean probably not? Who is this mystery person?!"
The chat exploded with laughter and emojis as I dodged their questions, making the two of them squirm.
The final straw came when I pretended to take a call mid-stream. "Hey," I said softly, turning slightly away from the camera. "Yeah, I miss you too. Maybe later?"
Caitlynâs lips pressed into a thin line as she leaned back in her chair. Vi was less subtle, throwing her arms up. "Okay, what the hell is going on here?"
I burst out laughing, and chat lost it with me. "Relax, you two. Itâs a prank. Chatâs been in on it the whole time."
Caitlyn exhaled, shaking her head with a smile. "Youâre insufferable."
Vi pointed at the camera, glaring playfully. "Chat, youâre all grounded. And youâre not getting away with this."
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A Quiet Moment
After the stream ended, Caitlyn lingered behind, her touch light on my shoulder as we tidied up.
"Youâre really enjoying being the center of attention, arenât you?" she teased, her voice low.
"Maybe a little," I admitted, grinning.
The door opened, and Vi walked in, leaning against the frame. "Am I interrupting something, or can I join?"
Caitlyn sighed but didnât let go of me. "You never donât interrupt."
Vi stepped closer, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me gently toward her. "Hey, I donât hear y/n complaining."
I laughed nervously as Caitlynâs hand slid down to my other hip, her eyes locking with Viâs in a silent challenge.
"Should we give them something to complain about?" Caitlyn murmured, her lips brushing lightly against the corner of my mouth.
Before I could answer, Viâs hand tilted my chin toward her, and her lips met mine in a kiss that was both playful and surprisingly soft. When she pulled back, Caitlyn claimed her turn, her kiss slower, more deliberate, leaving me breathless.
"You two are impossible," I whispered, my voice shaky.
Vi smirked, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. "You love it."
Caitlynâs lips quirked into a smile as she leaned her forehead against mine. "Admit it, y/n. You wouldnât have us any other way."
And they werenât wrong.
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Hiiiii, I was wondering if you could write a Barca femini x teen reader fic where she is under an immense amount of pressure from the media and more specifically her father and believes she has to do it all, she has to be perfect, she has to make her father proud. So she balances the weight of school, Barca training and matches, and the extra training she does (she legit runs herself into the ground in an attempt to forgot about all the pressure she is under, however this only causes her to feel even more stressed). The team specifically the captains, More so Alexia start to notice. They ask her if she is doing well and she denies anything is wrong saying she is fine with no further Answer. Reader decides she doesnât have time for sleep and has to get as much school work done, so she has more time to do extra trainings. So she starts getting like 5 hours of sleep per night or less which is definitely not enough for a pro athlete to function. She keeps this up for a few weeks or days idk. When Alexia and the other decide enough is enough and they intervene. Reader tries to deny it and get up and leave but Alexia isnât having it and just hugs reader tightly and then they all end up comforting her. They all tell her she needs more sleep and itâs okay to take a day off so she can take care of herself.
You def dont have to write this i jus though i would askđ«¶
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Barcelona FemenĂ x Fem!Teen!Reader Alexia Putellas x Fem!Teen!Reader
Summary:Â R is under immense pressure to succeed, but it doesn't take long for it to become too much.
Warnings:Â R passing out, R doesn't have a good relationship with her father
Word Count:Â 1.3k
A/N: Sorry this took so long! I changed a few small things, but not too dramatically. Hope you like it!
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From a young age, you always strove to be the best you could possibly be. You worked hard, constantly pushing yourself to be better. When watching you study, train, and play in matches, people would describe you as a perfectionist. You didnât disagree with that description, but you did believe that you needed to be perfect in order to gain the approval of your team, the fans, and especially your father.Â
Y/F/N had always been a cold and tough man. Never generous with his praise, and almost overwhelming with his need for perfection, he ruled your life and your career with an iron fist since the day you showed an exceptional talent for football. You made your way through the youth teams with impressive speed, finding yourself on the Barça B team at the age of 15 and finally being promoted to the first team at the young age of 16.Â
Being one of the youngest on the team, the senior players took you under their wing. Lucy and Mapi would joke around with you, while Alexia and Irene would take care of you and keep you on the right track to the point that you saw them as your motherly figures. For a long time, it had just been you and your dad, your mother never really in the picture. You grew up thinking that the only way for someone to love you was if you were practically flawless in every aspect of life, so naturally you assumed it would be the same with the team.Â
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For a while, you were able to balance everything. There was a delicate routine that needed to be followed that guaranteed you would complete your schoolwork on time while also performing the best you possibly could in matches and practices. You were strict with yourself, keeping up a rigorous schedule that impressed even the senior players.Â
Slowly, though, your rigid daily life starts to slip through your fingers. It begins when your father starts to comment more and more on a slip in your performance that you donât even notice. You donât argue back with him, though. Instead, you decide to add extra practice every day to your regimen. Those added hours of practice means you have to push your schoolwork further into the night, telling yourself that it needs to get done, no matter how late it is.Â
Your nights get continuously later, and it begins to take a toll on your performance at practice. At first, your teammates think you're having an off day, and then an off week. When your performance doesnât improve after that first week, the girls start to get worried. Watching you idly kick a ball around from the sidelines, Alexia murmurs, âIâm worried about la pequeña. Sheâs been so quiet lately.â Mapi hums in agreement. âShe wonât joke around with me anymore. Says that she needs to focus.â The Zaragozan looks at you just as you miss the ball you were juggling. You let out a deep sigh before picking it up and starting again. Mapiâs chest fills with concern at the sight. âShe looks so tired.â
You continue to practice, not noticing the two senior playerâs eyes on you. After completing the exercise you were working on, you pack the balls up and head inside to the gym. Placing your earbuds in, you donât notice how Patri and Pina watch you with shock in their eyes as you slip past them on their way out of the gym.Â
They flag down Alexia and Mapi as they pass the duo, hoping that they would be able to give some insight as to why you were working out after practice was over. Instead of reassuring them, their captain and Mapi share a glance full of concern. They quickly walk towards the gym, hoping to get some sort of explanation out of you as to why you were pushing yourself so hard.Â
As you side step with a resistance band around your legs, you begin to feel light headed. Instead of stopping, you decide that you can just push through and that it will pass with time. Just as Alexia and Mapi reach the gym, your body finally gives up out of exhaustion and your eyes roll back into your head as you crumple to the ground.Â
Alexia rushes to your side, pulling your head into her lap. âGet the trainers, now!â Mapi rushes out of the room, following the order immediately. As she anxiously waits, Alexia runs her hands through your hair. Up close, she can now see the dark bags under your eyes from a lack of sleep. âOh, cariño. What is going on with you?âÂ
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As you come to, you are met with the semi-harsh fluorescent lights of the recovery room. Everything seems blurry at first, causing you to blink your eyes to clear away the fog. You groan as you try to sit up, realizing with a start that your head is absolutely throbbing. Even through the pain, you still feel more rested than you have in weeks. You press the heels of your palms into your eyes, trying to block out the bright light. Someone lightly touches your back, startling you.Â
âHey, hey! Calm down, cariño. Itâs just me.â You settle slightly at the soothing tone of Alexiaâs voice. When you finally glance around the room, you are met with quite a few pairs of worried eyes belonging to your teammates.Â
Finally, you look at Alexia. Her eyes are filled with such deep concern that you canât help but turn away again. She softly speaks up from beside you, asking, âWhat is going on with you? You look like you havenât slept in weeks, you seem constantly stressed out, and you havenât taken a day off in months. I mean, you literally passed out from exhaustion, por dios!âÂ
You stare at your lap, knowing that as soon as you look up, youâre going to break down. âIâm fine. Nothingâs wrong.â Alexia canât help but get a tiny bit frustrated with you. Your stubbornness has always been there, and she admires your refusal to quit. In this case, though, she just wishes you would let her help. âCariño, passing out like that isnât something normal or fine. Please, tell me whatâs happening.â
When Alexia leans down to try to look at your face, she can see the tears forming in your eyes. You glance up slightly, and when you are met with one of the kindest and most caring looks you have ever received in your life, the dam breaks. âI canât take it anymore! It never ends. Itâs always something. One day itâs my footwork, the next it's my shooting. Thereâs always something to pick apart. And when Iâve finally satisfied him with my football, itâs âyour grades are droppingâ or âyour not focusing on school enoughâ. There's no end to it. I canât ever stop, and itâs. just. too. much!â You punctuate your last couple words by smacking the medical bed underneath you.Â
Your teammates sit in stunned silence for a second, watching as hot tears stream down your face. Finally, Alexia springs forward and pulls you into her arms. Everyone else follows suit, and you finally let yourself let out your anger and frustration in the arms of the people you trust. As you cry, Alexia murmurs into your hair, âItâs okay, cariño. Let it all out. Itâs okay. You can rest now. Itâs always okay to take a break. Needing to take a break just means that you're human.â
Even when you finally tire yourself out and drift asleep, Alexia holds you tightly. Subconsciously, you burrow further into her arms, the stress crease between your eyebrows that has become a permanent fixture on your face finally relaxing. As she watches you, the captain knows what she needs to do. âIâm getting you out of that house. Youâre going to come live with me, and we are going to figure this out. Together.â
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for a conrad x reader request- could you do one where conrad is just really overwhelmed and stressed out and just needs comfort and physical touch?
When I saw this hug in the trailer, my heart could not handle it. He looks so soft and sad and- It's probably one of my favorite moments
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You knew something was off with Conrad when you received five calls in the past three days.Â
This was a stark contrast to his usual pattern of calling you every night since he started college. Despite telling him it wasnât necessary to call every night and prioritize his studies, Conrad was insistent that it wouldn't affect his grades.
During your calls, you noticed a change in his demeanor. He seemed distant and unengaged, merely listening to you without his usual laughter at your humor, which raised further suspicions that something was off. You suspected it was related to Susannah. She started this new treatment a few weeks ago and Conrad didnât like being away from her. It worried him to be so far away from her.
You wanted to surprise him. Sparks some happiness into his sad eyes and bottles up hardships.
You stood on the other side of his dorm door, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. You wanted everything to go perfectly, knowing that the impact of your surprise could mean so much to Conrad in his current state.
What if his roommate doesnât want you there and gets into an argument with Conrad? What if Conrad doesnât want you there?Â
Your stomach twisted into a knot.Â
Pushing those thoughts aside, you took a deep breath and gently knocked on the door, your heart pounding with anticipation as you waited. Moments later, the door opened, revealing Conrad's tired but surprised expression.Â
ââWhat are you doing here? I was just about to call.ââÂ
You gave him a soft smile. ââThis is much better than a phone call, isnât it?ââÂ
He nodded, the corner of his mouth curling slightly despite his overall tired appearance. The dark circles under his eyes could be from school alone, but this wasnât just from getting less hours of sleep. His gaze was distracted, absent, by times.Â
Like now.
ââAre you gonna invite me in or do I have to camp outside your dorm?ââ you asked, snapping Conrad out of his thoughts.
ââOh, ehâŠyeah, sorry.ââ He stepped aside, inviting you in. ââI had a class at 8am, my brain is a bit tired.ââÂ
It was a lie. But you didnât say anything.Â
ââMy roommate is at some frat party,ââ Conrad explained, closing the door and locking it. ââShouldnât be here until late. Very late. Unless he crashes at Deborahâs dorm.ââÂ
You nodded, setting your bag on the floor on Conradâs side of the room. It was small for two people, but what were you expecting? Itâs a college dorm.
A frown formed when you saw how untidy Conradâs space was. There was a mess of papers and textbooks scattered around on his desk, indicating the stress he was under with his studies, and the dirty laundry basket was full and spilled onto the floor a little. This was so unlike him.Â
On his nightstand, you noticed a piece of photobooth strip and smiled. You took these at the mall last spring, right before Conrad overheard his parents and learned about Susannahâs cancer. It was the last time you saw him truly happy. The last time his motherâs health wasnât constantly in the back of his mind.Â
ââYou keep a picture of us by your bed,ââ you pointed out, picking up the photobooth strip.Â
Conrad turned his head toward you. ââYeah,ââ he admitted, rubbing his palms over his blue jeans.Â
You set the photobooth strip back to its place and slowly stepped toward Conrad. Through the phone, he could hide behind his many walls, but in person, it was easy for you to see that he wasn't okay. You could see right through him.
ââConnie? You know you can talk to me about anything, right?ââÂ
Conrad nodded as he lowered his head.Â
He tried to put on a brave front, but deep down, he wanted nothing more than to fall apart in your arms and stay there forever. Life had become such a heavy weight lately, he wasn't sure he could deal with it.
ââCome here.ââ You drew him close and, like pieces falling into places, his arms wrapped around you and he rested his head on your shoulder with a vulnerability only you was allowed to see him in. You raised a hand to his shoulder, soothingly rubbing his back. ââNothing is alright,ââ he admitted, his arms tightening around you, seeking comfort and reassurance.
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May I request HSR boys receiving a bouquet of flowers as a gift from their s/o?
â© Ooh yesss! This sounds so cute plus I need to do some writing for hsr ^w^ I hope you like it, friend <3 â© Characters: Caelus, Dan Heng, Welt, Sampo, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Luocha, and Blade.
You hid the bouquet of flowers behind your back and knocked on your boyfriend's dor. You heard a voice tell you to come in, which made you open the door and walk inside.
"Oh, (y/n)." He said with surprise, "what do you need?"
"I brought you something!" You said with a smile, walking over to him and revealing the bouquet of flowers. They were arranged beautifully and the sweet aroma was intense.
â©â Caelus ââ©
You got him flowers?! For real?! He is melting, bestie.
Honestly, his eyes are wide and his cheeks are bright red.
"They're beautiful, (n/n)." He said as he took the bouquet from you, his fingers brushing against yours as he brought the bouquet to his nose and smelled them. "Oh, they smell so good."
Caelus has *never* gotten flowers before, not that he could even remember but he's sure he hasn't. He doesn't even know what to say except 'thank you'.
It makes him feel so good. Every single time he sees the flowers in their cute little vase, his heart pounds in his chest and he just gets this overwhelming feeling of happiness.
Caelus takes such good care of the flowers. The saddest part was when they wilted, like he literally was so sad all day.
You bought him another bouquet very soon after.
â©â Dan Heng ââ©
His eyes widen and he just freezes. The flowers were bright green and they were just so... beautiful.
"F-for me...? Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure! Why wouldn't I be?" You asked with a smile.
"Well..." He'd never gotten flowers before. He slowly reached out and took them, inhaling the sweet scent before hugging them a little. "They're beautiful, thank you."
Dan Heng takes really good care of them. He'll make sure to get a little sun lamp thing since there's no sun on the train. He also keeps them in his sights and waters them every single day.
He'll even talk to them, but he'll never tell you that.
Honestly, even after the flowers wilt and are gone, he still thinks about them. He'd never gotten flowers before. Of course, you picked up on it and bought him some more!
â©â Welt ââ©
He was shocked when he saw the flowers. Honestly, Welt was a little embarrassed because he should've been getting you flowers, not the other way around.
He gracefully takes the flowers, leaning down and giving you a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, my love. They're absolutely beautiful."
Welt finds the most beautiful vase for them and makes sure they're well taken care of. He even gets those little powder packets that help flower longevity and changes the water often.
When he gets a chance, he actually get you a bouquet of flowers too. He tries to get one that matches his- not exactly, but complimentary.
Honestly, it just turns into a bouquet war. You two try to one up each other giving each other even fancier bouquets.
The entire astral express just swoons. You two are so freaking cute sometimes.
Welt was actually really sad when that first bouquet wilted and had to be tossed out. He felt like a teeny piece of him died.
â©â Sampo ââ©
First of all, Sampo was super shocked because he's usually the one showering you in gifts. Like he froze up.
His brain short-circuited right then and there. You almost thought he disliked your gift, but before you knew it, he snatched the flowers out of your hand and hugged them.
"This is the most beautiful gift ever! I love them, thank you so much (n/n)!" He leaned in and kissed you without missing a beat.
You stiffened but happily returned it, feeling relief that he actually liked the flowers.
Honestly, Sampo stares at them all day and tells every person he knows. He took pictures with them and just shows them off. "My s/o got me these, aren't they beautiful."
Sampo has to outdo you. Sorry, but he's the simp- not you. So, he buys the best, the biggest, the most fabulous bouquet of flowers in the entirety of... well his abilities.
Of course, you just bought him another bouquet which honestly just took him out. Like how can you spoil him like that?
â©â Gepard ââ©
"F-for me? Why?" Gepard's face is bright red and he can barely look at you for a moment. No one's every gotten him flowers before.
Honestly, he's a little embarrassed but he's quite happy and the flowers are absolutely beautiful.
"Are you sure you like them? They're a little-"
"No! They're beautiful."
He takes extremely good care of them, but the entire time, he's trying to get a fancy bouquet for you too.
He tells anyone and everyone. Honestly, there are silvermane guards talking about "did you see the bouquet of flowers our captain got from his partner?"
He went through the 5 stages of grief when the flowers died. Buried them and all, honestly.
â©â Jing Yuan ââ©
You had gotten him the fanciest bouquet you could. It was so big that you could barely hide it behind your back. So, of course, he easily noticed.
It was probably one of the few times you've seen him so flustered. Flowers? For him? Really?
Jing Yuan had them in his office and stared at them pretty much all day. Anyone who even looked toward them, he was explaining how you got them for him.
Of course, Jing Yuan can't take this gift laying down, he's gotta hit back with something even fancier!
However, you getting him flowers means the world to him. Why? No one's ever done it before. He's one of the seven Arbiter-Generals and so people don't get him flowers. They get him expensive gifts like relics, vases, paintings- things like that. Simple flowers, though? Never.
He cherishes the flowers you got them, long after they wilt and are thrown away. He still remembers what they look like and it still warms his heart.
Say what you will, but nothing you ever give him could possibly outdo the flowers. That's how much he loves them. No offense-
â©â Luocha ââ©
This man- he's tearing up in private. Sadly, men aren't gifted flowers because they're a "feminine" gift for some damn reason? Like? Maybe he wanted some flowers. Tulips, roses, freakin chrysanthemums- don't matter.
He adores the flowers. Honestly, like he took a picture and put it in his favorites. He wasn't even embarrassed. You weren't sure if he'd like them, but he showed them off so much.
Since that day, you bought him a flower as much as you could. Not a whole bouquet, but every few days, you'd gift Luocha a flower.
He often kept it on his person, like in his pocket or something. He did want to put it in a vase, but the thing is... he wanted it with him.
Anyway, he came up with good solution. The first day, he carries the flower with him. Then, he keeps it in a teeny single flower vase.
Ever since that day, if you ever ask Luocha what he wants as a gift (just to know what to get him), he'll always say flowers. Even though you get him flowers every few days, he still wants more.
At this point, you can just stick a flower in his hair and he'll melt.
â©ïżœïżœ Blade ââ©
Blade... likes them.
He's a man of few words, so all he really did was take the flowers and smell them. But he stared for a few moments, before the tiniest hint of a smile crossed his face.
"Thank you. They're beautiful." He leaned in and gave you a kiss on the cheek before going to find a vase to put them in.
Blade is not shy about telling the others who gave him those flowers. They're beautiful, you gave them to him, and he loves them.
Blade actually learned about the flowers you got him; they were hibiscus flowers. Honestly, they're so beautiful, he can't stop staring. He keeps equating them to you- like... flowers = his (y/n).
The way his heart fluttered when you gave him those flowers makes him wonder if you'll feel the same way. So, the next time, he buys you a bouquet.
Then it just turns into a bouquet gifting war between you two and honestly... it's the cutest ever.
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Note - thought Iâd upload a little blurb of something I was thinking about yesterday and also to let you know Iâm still alive đ feedback would be very much appreciated as usual đ©·
Pairing - Mason Mount Ă Reader
Word count - 1.1K
Warnings - fluff
âJust in there you two, weâll get everyone out and we can start on the picturesâ Alison told you, pointing to a room off to the side âyou two okay? You did amazingâ
âThank you so much Alison it was perfectâ you gushed. Squeezing her hand as she led you into the small room next to the one youâd just come from.
The one youâd just got married in.
Alison wasn't just a wedding planner, sheâd been your rock throughout this whole experience and as soon as you saw her smiling face as the pair of you walked back down the aisle as husband and wife you couldnât help but pull her into a big hug. âDonât even mention itâ she winked, grabbing the door handle so she could shut it on the way out and you couldnât wipe the smile off your face. âIâll be five minutes okay? And congratulationsâ
As soon as the door shut, your eyes flickered over to Mason. Standing an arms length away from you and you took the time to really look at him properly for the first time all day. Your nerves not letting you appreciate him fully when you were saying your vows as you didnât want to mess up but now the hard part was over you just wanted to look at your man.
His hair was freshly trimmed and just how you liked it. Short on the sides but fluffy on top and pushed back into his signature quiff. His beard long and nicely shaped on the sides and the suit heâd chosen was hugging him perfectly. But it was his bright smile that really caught your eye and you couldnât help but reciprocate it as he held a hand out to you.
âCâmereâ he murmured, pulling you into his chest so he could hold you to him and you melted into his embrace as you felt his chest rumble underneath you. âI canât believe we actually did itâ
âI knowâ you laughed, pulling back to look at him before kissing him softly. âI canât believe itâs overâ
âNah weâve got the rest of the day to go yet, need to show off my beautiful wife to everyoneâ he teased, and you giggled at his words. âI canât believe Iâve got a wifeâ
âI canât believe Iâve got a husband. I feel like we sound super old nowâ you told him, watching his eyes crinkle as he looked at you lovingly.
âWeâre just getting startedâ he winked, pulling back so he could look you up and down and you felt your cheeks flush under his loving stare. âYou look so so beautiful baby. Honestly, the most beautiful woman Iâve ever seen. And Iâm not just saying that because I have to nowâ he joked, causing you to roll your eyes as he pulled you back to him but the butterflies were still swarming making you feel a little shy. Mason looked so handsome and the bright smile on his face only made you fall for him even more but you let him wrap his arms around your waist and you rested yours on his chest. âIâm serious, you look like a princessââ
âDo you like my dress?â You asked, watching his smile grow wider as he nodded shyly before kissing you cheek and making you feel even more giddy.
âItâs perfect. You're perfectâ he whispered, eyes filling with tears just as they had when heâd first caught sight of you in it earlier and you could tell he was clearly a little overwhelmed by everything that had just happened so you reached up to cup his cheeks in order to calm him a little. Resting your foreheads on each others for comfort as he took a relaxing breath out.
âWeâre you nervous? You know, standing and waiting for me?â
âBricking itâ he laughed, rubbing his nose against yours gently. âI still am a little bit I think. Thereâs so much more to do today and I know I've still got Decâs speech to go. But I knew as soon as I saw you walking up that aisle to me that everything would be okayâ he told you. Kissing your cheek softly as you smiled even wider. âItâs never happened to me before but itâs like time stopped and there was only me and you in thereâ
âI was the same. I was shaking so much as we were walking down here before but as soon as I saw you I felt so calm. Like I knew everything would be okayâ
âGod I love you so muchâ he laughed, finally placing another kiss on your lips but the pair of you didnât take it any further than that as you knew Alison could be back any second.
âI love you tooâ you told him quietly.
âI know Iâm gonna annoy you cause Iâll keep saying this all day, but I really canât get over the fact Iâve got a wife nowâ
âIt is a little crazyâ you laughed. âAnd I canât believe sheâs me of all peopleâ
âNo, it was always gonna be youâ he told you sincerely, feeling your bottom lip wobble at his words. You were so hopelessly in love with this boy and you seemed to be falling harder for him with every second. âI missed you last night too. Took me ages to get to sleepâ
âWell we can have an early night tonightâ
âOh bog off, Iâve got plans for usâ he winked and you knew exactly what he meant by that. All Mason seemed to talk about lately was the wedding night and how good he was going to make you feel making your tummy fizzed with excitement wondering what might be in store for you later.
âYou know this is probably the only time weâll get alone until thenâ you told him, watching him nod solemnly but you knew he was excited to get back out there and see all his friends and family.
âBetter make sure we make it count then huh?â He teased. Pulling you into his chest a bit more as you wrapped your arms around his neck again as he slowly swayed you from side to side. The both of you silent as you tried to soak in the moment and calm each other down but it was interrupted but a knock on the door and Alison appearing again.
âYou two ready to go?â She asked, feeling Mason pull away from you so he could take your hand. Looking at you lovingly and with one final nod to each other you faced her.
âReadyâ
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