#i'd love a t-shirt or hoodie or something

[emmyspov]

i want cute fellow travelers merch :( where can i get some?? if anyone has advice, please let me know!

[forlix]

· . ˚ 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

— the moments in which the members of stray kids realize how they truly feel about you.

words・1.4k / pairings・ot8 x gn!reader / warnings・depictions of conflict and anxiety in hyunjin's and han's / genres・domestic fluff, smidges of hurt/comfort, established relationships

a/n・thought i'd try out a new fic format :-) i had so much fun writing these and hope you like reading them just as much. any and all feedback is appreciated, as always!

chan is in a heated staring contest with his notepad when the door opens, and he knows that it’s you who comes in, but his head is miles away, tangled in an amalgamation of syllables and rhythms. he goes on to forget that you’re here for a short while, poring over the unfinished lyrics in front of him with undivided focus. that is, until he feels a gentle hand on his shoulder.

you’ve just pulled a chair up next to his desk. “lemme see,” you say, gesturing to the notepad. there’s a surprised pause, and then chan places it in your hand, scoots closer to you.

you spend the next two hours talking him through his block, but there are periods when you fall silent to brainstorm or to write something down, and chan takes those quiet opportunities just to look at you: wearing one of his old t-shirts, your hair still damp from your shower, completely concentrated. and he knows, then, that he wants to marry you.

minho doesn’t realize he loves you in a singular moment. rather, he has a faint inkling for some time, and then the rug is randomly pulled from beneath his feet, and all of a sudden he can’t remember a version of his world that didn't have you at its center.

there are times when he’s especially aware of his feelings, though. like when he throws a witty remark in your direction and your retort comes back twice as sharp. when your eyes and smile light up like lanterns as you talk to him about your passions. when one (or all) of his cats hover at your side as you go about your day. when he returns home after a grueling practice and you’re there to offer him your comfort, no matter his withdrawn demeanor or sweaty skin.

he is a quiet lover, and sometimes he worries that he’s too quiet, that you have no idea what’s going on inside him every time he looks at you. but words have never really been necessary with minho. you know. you just do.

changbin is greeted by a chilly breeze when he emerges from the gym, and he silently chastizes himself for forgetting to bring an outer layer yet again. but the temperature moves to the back of his mind when he spots you, waiting on the sidewalk, as you said you would. a familiar grin breaks across your face when you see him, and he feels its shape against his lips when he runs over and kisses you, in lieu of hello.

“what are you feeling for dinner?” you ask once he’s pulled away, and he realizes that you’ve pressed something to his chest: one of the hoodies that he keeps at your place, still soft and warm from just coming out of the dryer. and boom—the epiphany hits him, instantly and unequivocally.

he is dumbfounded for a moment, just processing the newfound discovery; and then, out of nowhere, the two of you say the name of the same restaurant at the same time. he swears he never believed in soulmates until he met you.

hyunjin has always held so many emotions in his heart so fervently, to the point that they sometimes overflow in the form of words that he doesn’t believe, in a tone that he doesn’t intend. and it happened again today, when he spoke to you the wrong way in a moment of pure impulse, and the surprise on your face morphed into poorly-disguised hurt.

a few hours later, the weight of his actions sits heavily on his shoulders. when he lifts his phone to call you, his hands are shaking a little, and a breathy apology spills from his lips the moment he hears you on the other end: “i’m sorry, angel. i’m trying, i promise. i really am.” to which you answer, “i know, hyune. i forgive you. we’ll keep trying together, okay?” and your words pull his heartstrings in a new direction entirely.

he asks if he can come over, you say yes, and he tells you he loves you as soon as you open the door. he’s done hiding his heart from you.

jisung’s contagious grin and raucous cackle come easily to him for the most part, but there are times when he forgets how it feels to laugh or to breathe, times when he wants only to hide from the world and all of its scariest parts. and when you see his figure in the doorway tonight, his face cast in a nameless shadow, his shoulders sunken in quiet defeat, you understand immediately that this is one of those times.

“do you wanna talk about it?” you ask as he approaches you. silently, he shakes his head: not tonight. but his body language asks for what he cannot verbalize. you extend your arms toward him, and he buries himself in them the second he’s close enough to, his face nestling the crook of your neck, the tension in his limbs melting at your gentle touch. you stay there for a long time, rubbing circles between his shoulder blades, coaxing him back to the ground, back to you.

wherever he chooses to hide, he thinks he’d like to take you with him.

when felix opens his eyes, the space in the bed next to him is empty, and the faint scent of flour and sugar wafts through the gap beneath his door.

he gets to his feet, throws on some clothes, and wanders in the direction of the smell, rubbing the sleep from his eyes—and the sight that awaits him makes him wonder if he’s still dreaming. you’re standing at the stove, still in your pajamas, hair slightly disheveled from your rest, and there are pancakes in the frying pan before you; sliced strawberries on the cutting board next to the stove. and the look of sheer focus on your face, as if staring at the pancakes will cook them faster, absolutely destroys him. (and he knows in that moment that he wants to wake up to you for the rest of his life.)

with an enamored smile, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulls your back to his chest, and presses a light kiss to the nape of your neck. “morning, beautiful,” he mumbles sweetly. “how fucking lucky am i?”

being around you makes seungmin feel like a kid with a crush. he smiles brighter and laughs louder. he opens like a lotus in bloom when you say his name. the floaty sensation he gets when you kiss his cheek or hold his hand persists for hours afterward—and none of it makes any fucking sense to him. it’s not that he doesn’t believe in love, but he’s never believed that love could feel like this, straight out of a sonnet.

now, your head is on his shoulder, your body rising and falling in your slumber. seungmin looks at your interlocked hands where they rest on his knee, and at the current track displayed on his lockscreen: “still” by day6, a song about losing and loving, about regret and reminiscence. those bright days between us are over, the lyrics go, and he makes a silent promise to your sleeping form that the bright days between the two of you will never end.

the word "love" still doesn't cross his mind, but it is etched all over his face, and carved into his soul.

you and jeongin are telling each other about your days over dinner when your phone lights up with an incoming call, and he nearly spits out his mouthful when he sees who it’s from. for a few seconds, the two of you just stare at each other in flabbergasted silence. but then, you raise your phone to your ear: “hi, grandma! to what do i owe this pleasure?”

and the voice of his grandmother comes back through the receiver. she tells you that she’s just gone on an evening walk and found herself thinking of you, so she wanted to see how you’re doing; if you’re taking care of yourself. you rush to thank her, looking entirely flustered, and a bit like you’re about to burst into tears.

with that, the two of you launch into chatter about everything under the sun: grocery store discounts, the recent humidity, jeongin’s bad habits, you name it. and it finally dawns on jeongin how inextricably embedded in his life you have become—and that he doesn’t want it any other way.

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[star2fishmeg]

i feel like luke would want to get married young… like he would probably be with his high school sweetheart and just jump for the gun at 21 bc like? they’ve already been together for so long??

idk..

That's v interesting nonnie! I feel he'd tie the knot at roughly youngest 25-ish with someone he met in university, only bc 21 is so so young and there's factors such as cohabitation too. He's only just started his pro career and your 20s is a lot about navigating the world. He may propose at 21, mind you, if he's 100% certain.

You're lying on the sofa watching a movie when he drops the words. He's leaning back into the cushions while you’re lying on his chest, playing with the toggle of his hoodie mindlessly as his hands soothe over back and under your t-shirt.

"Do you ever think about getting married?" he asks out of the blue, clearly his minds been dwelling on something for days.

You pause, your heart beating just that little bit harder yet anxiety twists in your stomach, "I mean, yeah. One day."

"Cool," you feel him nod, his arms winding around your waist and holding you tighter, "does it scare you?"

You prop yourself onto your forearms, catching a glimpse of the look in his eye. It's apprehension. He's chewing his lip slightly as if he has something desperate on his mind, but the thought itself terrifies him. In the three or four years of knowing Luke, spending a lot of time with him, you've picked up his tells.

"Lu, what is this about? You're scaring me."

"Oh fuck, no." His hands slide to your hips, his eyes steadying on yours, "Y/n...well...um...shit, I love you with my whole heart, and you know that. It's just, uh, I'd be lying if I said I haven't been thinking about, you know...marrying you...as soon as possible."

A deep, shaky exhale leaves your nose, "Oh, Lu...you're so sweet bu-"

"-Wait. I think about it all the time and there isn't anyone I would rather be with for the rest of my life. You've been there from the start and you're still here now, you put up with the schedules and you're everything I've ever dreamed of. I don't have a ring, but would you, at least, consider marrying me?" he manages to fumble out, fingers digging into the fabric of your t-shirt.

In times like this, you really suck at finding the words. You're twenty-one, what are you supposed to say? Your lips part but nothing leaves them, and it worries Luke. He thinks he's screwed up, driven you away, said something he'll regret for the rest of his life because he couldn't just think it through more.

"One day." You smile, cupping his cheek and caressing your thumb over his cheekbone. "Yes, one day, I will marry you. But you better have a more thought through speech than that, mister. And for now, let's take it one step at a time, m'kay?"

" One step at a time." he nods, grinning from ear to ear with a glimmer in his eyes. His chest feels fuzzy, and he has this skittish, electric feeling running through him that makes him was to run laps around his apartment. "And yeah, next time, I'll propose better than that and have ring, I'm working on it."

Somehow, you're not surprised he's already putting that together. You only giggle at him, lying back down on his chest and listening to his heart pound in his chest, his arms wrap tightly around your again and one day, you'll be Mrs. Hughes.

[bubbleteasing]

Hi, I was wondering if you could ask: what would Sans (UT)'s reaction be like to holding his newborn baby that he had with Reader? (I need a dose of tenderness) ps: I love how you write

I'm not a fan of babies, but I'll give this a try...

"Would you like to hold the baby?"

Sans gave you a tentative look, almost asking for your permission to hold the baby first.

You'd been the one giving birth to them for hours. Why would the nurse ask him instead of you?

"Go ahead," you nodded at him with a reassuring look.

Sans gulped as he put his arms out. The nurse started by placing the baby's diapered butt on one hand, then their head on the other.

It made sense to hand them that way, since the baby had absolutely no strength on their neck yet.

"it's good to finally meet you," Sans chuckled quietly. He wasn't sure if the baby was asleep or not. "you certainly know how to make an entrance."

You watched Sans with heavy lidded eyes, as he walked closer to you to study your baby.

"five fingers, five toes..." he hummed, handing the baby to you. "i'd say you made a fine baby."

You just smiled, accepting the baby and carefully wrapping them with your arms.

"they say babies need skin to skin contact," he hummed as he lifted up your sleeve a bit. "that way they connect with their parents better or something like that."

"I think it just comforts them," you chuckled, looking down at the baby before looking at Sans.

He had his eye dots glued to the baby.

"Take that off," you scoffed at him.

"my hoodie?"

"And your t-shirt."

He stared at you as soon as you said it, his smile frozen in a weird arch.

Nurses were still coming in and out of the room, so you understood his hesitance.

"Please," you rolled your eyes, "these medical professionals have seen this baby rip my insides. They'll survive seeing your ribcage."

"heh," he shook his head before taking off his hoodie , "i guess you're right, but i think you forgot about one little detail."

"What's that?"

He pulled his t-shirt over his head with ease, looking down at his naked chest before tapping his breastbone.

You raised a brow at him expectantly.

"i don't have no skin."

You rolled your eyes, stretching your arms to hand him the baby back. "You're his dad. They'll manage with what you have."

"i don't think babies are too adaptable," he stressed as he held the baby again.

They seemed fuzzy now. Like they'd just been waken from a nap, but their eyes were still closed.

"i know, buddy," he nodded with his eye sockets closed, "i hate it when people keep passing me around when i'm napping.

"I'm sure it happens often," you chuckled.

Sans kept looking at the baby as they seemed to settle down again, watching them slowly reaching for his chest with their little hands.

"i think they're looking for boobs," Sans whispered.

"Let them look," you snorted, a big smile plastered in your face.

The baby's hand then settled on a rib, grabbing it with their four fingers on one side and then a thumb on the other.

"look," Sans blinked at the baby.

"I told you they would manage with ribs."

"i think they're afraid i might drop them."

"They're just getting attached," you hummed, closing your eyes.

Sans just looked at the baby's face, studying all the similarities they had with you. The ears were the same. So was the forehead somehow.

How are foreheads even similar when you have no hairline yet?

"will you even grow hair?" Sans whispered.

The baby hiccuped, making a weird face that almost made him burst out laughing.

[mymegrokosmos]

how bf dino comforts you after a long day when you're emotionally exhausted. i'd say i'm sorry dinonaras but if i needed this then so do you, probably.

chan figures it's a bad day when you don't pause to greet him as you come in the door. the silence is his first clue, but sometimes you just like peace and quiet. the way your fingers press at your temples as you slip out of your shoes and hang up your jacket is the next indicator that tips him off to something being wrong today. when you barely slow down, only leaning down press a kiss to his forehead as you shuffle along to your shared bedroom though, that's when he really knows.

you practically blow right past the living room, where he sits waiting for you on the sofa, and despite your slow pace he feels like a leaf caught in the wind. spinning endlessly as his brain glitches for a minute. you almost never come home, or leave the apartment, without a hello or goodbye. even if it's quick or quiet. rushed, gasped out between giggles, half-asleep and rasped out groggily between sips of coffee. the delivery doesn't matter, not really, just that it happens.

when you come back out your hair is mussed and you're wearing one of his hoodies. your favourite dark green one. he always thinks it makes you look extra adorable with the way it practically swallows you whole, hands consumed by sweater paws as you swing your arms absentmindedly while you shuffle your way towards the kitchen. he can read the exhaustion in your expression as you flash him a soft smile and he doesn't miss the opportunity to pull you into his arms. you melt into the embrace, sigh swallowed by his t-shirt as you bury your face against his chest and soak in the comfort.

for a minute he just holds you and you both stay like that. warm hand smoothing up and down your back as you close your eyes and take in his fresh, woodsy scent. you press a kiss to one shoulder as you finally pull away and his clings to you from behind as you put the kettle on, reaching up to get your favourite tea down from the cupboard for you. his cheek rests on the top of your head as you wait for the water to boil, body swaying with you just a little when you rest your hands over his arms as they stay wrapped around your waist. the soft hum of his voice soothes you enough to lean back into his strong chest, trusting him to hold you steady the way he always has. chan never lets you fall. not alone at least. he isn't about to start now, and you both know this.

somehow you end up in his lap on the sofa, face nuzzled into the crook of his neck as he rubs a thumb in soothing motions on your hip. you breathe in the scent of sweat and dino, relaxing against his warm solid body. this is safe. this is familiar. this is home. your thumb strokes slowly over the soft skin where it rests against the side of his neck, your other wrist resting limply on his shoulder. the sleeves of his sweater hang long over the tips of your fingers and his breath ghosts over your forehead where his cheek brushes against your hair and the top of the hood tugged up over your head. you could fall asleep right here, just like this. especially when his other hand comes to rest on your exposed thigh, the warmth seeping from his palm into your skin and right up to your heart.

you know that isn't, practically, how it works but his love is palpable in the gentle touch and how it feels is, in this moment at least, more valuable to you. the hand on his neck snakes up to his nape, fingers playing with the ends of the soft icy blonde strands of hair resting there. you time your breaths to his heartbeat, listening to the soft nothings he whispers and the running commentary about his day he keeps feeding you until you finally snap back into being present.

he smiles and blows out a breath when you blink up at him slowly. "there you are gorgeous."

when you meet his gaze his eyes are soft, small smile spreading when you sigh in relief and nuzzle yourself closer against his chest. "hi."

his voice is quiet as he asks if you're okay now, if you're feeling better. you reply yes in the same tone and he tucks your head under his chin as he folds you into a cuddle and drapes the throw blanket from the back of the couch over both of you. you can’t help but press a kiss to one collarbone, making him squirm a little, and smile at how lucky you are to have such an understanding partner. the way he blushes and starts stumbling over his words only endears you further, making you smile wider until eventually he gives up trying to say anything coherent at all and just shoves your head onto his shoulder as he adjusts you both until you're laying practically draped on top of him.

you just blink at his pouting and he insists that it's time for a movie, kiki's delivery service because it's your favourite of course, and somehow manages to fall asleep halfway through. this man loves ghibli convince me otherwise. you won't. eventually you join him, the weight and warmth of the arm around your waist holding you snugly against him lulling you into dreamland, only waking up when you need to pee.

it must be late now. it's dark in the room, sun long set and lights from the city glinting in the windows as you wriggle your way out of your boyfriend's grasp oh so carefully. when you finally manage to extricate yourself you pause to admire him for a minute, smiling to yourself as you brush the sweep of bangs out of his face. you can’t resist leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead, just one soft one, before you get up. you don't get far before a hand curls around your wrist, tugging you gently back against a firm chest you'd know the feeling of in your sleep.

when you glance back over your shoulder his gaze is half-lidded, disgruntled expression on his sleepy face. you can’t help the fond smile that tugs at your lips as he whines and nuzzles his face against the back of your neck, head ducking as he folds himself around you.

"babyyy..."

"yes, channie darling?"

"where are you going?"

you don't have it in you to waste time arguing with him about why he doesn't have to walk you to the bathroom so instead you just let him cling to you as you shuffle along down the hallway. you really have to pee and it takes all the restraint you have to hold back for the five minutes it takes to convince him to stand outside the bathroom door and wait for you. 'why can't i come in with you? it's not like i haven't seen you naked before. babyyy.' because what do you mean you need privacy to go pee in peace when he's literally right there with you already? and he's your boyfriend. personal space is shared space between you, when it comes to chan at least.

when you come back out finally his arms are crossed over his chest and he pouts all the way back to the living room until you climb back into his arms and smother his face in soft little kisses with a promise to take him with you next time. he eventually relents when you cuddle into his side and ask if you can make some late night hot chocolate together. he can't stay upset with you for long when you look at him like he hung the moon for you every time he meets your eyes and he'll never say no to an excuse to do something with you, even if it's just something as simple as dancing through the kitchen at 2am taking way too long to make two cups of cocoa because every time he dips or spins you you both burst out laughing.

he doesn't mind. not when you smile up at him with stars in your eyes again. when your cheeks flush pink as he leans in to rest his forehead against yours and you murmur his name like a prayer between stolen kisses while you wait for the hot chocolate to cool enough not to burn your tongues on the first sip. needless to say you fall asleep, head lolled onto his shoulder and side pressed to his, not even ten minutes into the next movie. you don't feel the kiss he presses to your forehead as he carries you to bed, or the brush of his fingers over your cheek as he tucks you in, but the warmth of the love in both gestures lingers.

you feel it in the way his hold tightens for just a second, the soft sound he makes as you roll onto your other side to face him when you wake in the morning. the way he nuzzles his nose against yours, eyes still closed, and mumbles good morning as you press kiss after kiss over his face until he groans and rolls over to smother you, only slightly because he's always oh so careful not to actually crush you, until you giggle and promise you're finished for the day.

your dirty mugs from last night are a problem for later today. your lovely sweet boyfriend deserves at least a few hours of cuddles and a nice homemade breakfast in bed first.

[7ndipity]

"I'd make a great boyfriend!"

Jungkook x Reader

Summary: A typically chaotic evening with your best friend leads to a slightly unexpected conversation.

Warnings: swearing, a few suggestive jokes, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I don't quite know where this was going, it kinda feels like the setup for a F2L, but idk, I hope you like it anyway.

Masterlist

Requests are open

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Friday nights with Jungkook were one of your favorite things, no more stress about work or school, just you and your best friend trying to beat each other’s high scores at video games or karaoke and marathoning whatever film or shows you were both obsessed with at the moment.

Tonight was no different, you and Jungkook were three rounds into a Smash bros tournament when he slumped back on the sofa next to you after losing to you yet again.

“Agh, screw this, I’m hungry.” Jungkook whined.

“How is that my problem?” You asked.

“You distracted me and I forgot to eat.” He said, pouting at you.

“Your adhd is not my fault.” You replied, getting up anyway with a groan. “What do you want to eat?”

“Hmm,” He thought for a moment before smirking up at you. “You wanna have ramen?”

You shot him an unamused look. “If this is like when you asked me about meeting your cat, I will kick your ass.”

“I’ll just stick with the ramen then.” He replied, also getting to his feet.

Which is how you ended up in your current predicament of cooking ramen at twelve thirty at night, which wouldn’t be that bad if you didn’t have Jungkook who insisted on trying to teach you one of his ‘famous’ ramen recipes.

“This is way too many steps! I thought the whole point of ramen was that it’s easy!” You complained, watching as he chopped veggies for the soup.

“That’s cause you don’t have the creative vision I have.” He insisted, nodding to the pantry. “Can you grab one of the spicy noodle packs for me?”

“Fine.” You responded, familiar enough with his kitchen at this point that you could find them almost without looking.

When you turned back around, he had removed his hoodie, leaving him in a t-shirt that showed off his impressive collection of tattoos.

“Stop staring.” He remarked, catching your eyes on him.

“You should get a tattoo of the Buldak bird.” You suggested, poking his arm as you rejoined him at the stove.

“First of all, his name is Hochi, and secondly, no.” He responded, taking the packet from you.

“Why not? Think of the brand deal, we could get so much free ramen!” You said.

“That’s not how brand deals work. Also who is ‘we’?!” He asked, struggling to open the sauce packet.

“Well, it was my idea, so I should get a percentage of the royalties.” You explained, leaning over to help at the exact moment he finally managed to tear it open with slightly too much force, resulting in a small splatter of the bright red mix to land on your shirt.

“Kook!”

“Shit, I’m sorry!” He apologized, scrambling to clean you up. “Here, if I put it in the wash quickly, it shouldn’t stain, let me get you something else to wear.” He said, grabbing his previously discarded hoodie and offering it to you.

You thanked him and quickly ducked into the bathroom to change, tossing your sweater out the door to him before pulling the dark material of his hoodie over yourself, the fabric absolutely swamping you, the lingering scent of his cologne mildly comforting.

By the time he returned to the kitchen, you were already dividing the food out into bowls.

He paused, studying you for a moment before coming to slump against your back in what almost resembled a hug, looping his arms loosely around your middle.

“What are you doing?” You asked, bumping your elbow back against him.

“Giving you affection?” He replied, propping his chin on your shoulder.

“Eww, why?”

“I dunno, you just look cute in my clothes and I wanted to.” He shrugged.

“I didn’t look cute before?” You questioned, side eyeing him.

He groaned. “Will you let me have my moment, I’m trying to like you.”

“Excuse me?!” You asked incredulously.

“I was just testing it out.” He muttered, following you as you moved about the kitchen, tightening his grip to ensure no separation between the two of you.

“Why though?”

“I wanted to see what it felt like.”

“And?”

“I think you ask too many questions. Ack!” He teased, earning a pinch that made him jump back, releasing his hold on you.

“Just eat your food and leave me out of your weird little fantasies.” You remarked, handing him a bowl before moving to sit at the counter.

“They’re not weird!”

“Sure.” You said sarcastically.

“They’re not! What, you never thought about what it would be like to date me?” He asked.

“Nope.”

“Liar.”

“Why would I lie about that?” You exclaimed.

“Because Jimin told me you used to think I was cute.”

“That motherf-'' You gritted your teeth.

“So?” He tilted his head at you.

“So what? Thinking you’re cute is different than considering dating you.” You pointed out.

“I’d make a great boyfriend though!” He insisted.

“I’m sure you would be, but not for me!” You said sharply.

“Okay, fine!” He said, copying your tone.

For a few minutes, that seemed to be the end of it as you both ate in silence.

“How’re the noodles?” He asked quietly.

“Really good, actually.” You admitted.

“Imagine having a boyfriend who’s a good cook.” He mumbled, making you drop your fork in the dish with a loud clang.

“Would you stop?!” You whined, making him snicker.

“Oh c’mon, that was a little funny.” He said between laughs.

“When are you gonna let this go?”

“Probably never.” He said with a smug grin.

You rolled your eyes. “Then I’ll just have to start using some of the dirt Jimin told me about you.”

His laughter stopped almost instantly, eyes going wide. “Why, what’d he tell you?”

“I think it’s more fun if I keep you in suspense.” You smirked.

“Y/n!”

In truth, you didn’t have anything on him, but he didn’t need to know that.

Not yet anyway.

[dsireland86]

Heyyyy!

I'd like to request a story about Noah and you moving in together after dating for like a year. 🩷

This is a cute idea! I just kinda rolled with this one!

Please, Move In With Me

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I placed the key in the little black box, nervous to the point of nausea. I had no idea if this was a good idea or not or if she was even going to say yes. I hope she did. I really wanted her to.

We'd been talking about moving in together for a while but never really pursued the idea further than just talk. Y/N still had a year left on her lease when we made our relationship official, and with the band's touring schedule, we really didn't see the point. 

But I did about a month ago.One night, Y/N called me up around three in the morning, crying and panicking over a nightmare she had had. She said it felt too real and didn’t like how it made her feel and wanted me to come over. When I got there, I found her huddled up in her bed, still crying and when she saw me, she basically threw herself at me, locking her entire body around me and wouldn’t let go. 

Y/N’s behavior scared me. I didn’t like that I wasn’t there for her the moment this sort of thing happened, and seeing her the way she was made me feel so helpless. I stayed with her that night, and when we woke up in the morning, she was better.

That night stuck with me and ever since then, we’ve made it a point to talk before bed, sometimes one of us falling asleep before the other. I didn’t want to do that anymore. I wanted the real thing; Y/N falling asleep in my arms next to me, in our bed together. I wanted to feel the warmth of her body next to me, knowing she was there where I could protect her and keep her safe in case something like that night happened again. 

My only fear was that Y/N wasn’t ready for it yet. Then what? Her lease was up in five days, making the sudden surprise urgent. But was it too urgent? Was it too fast? It had only been a year. What if she said no? Then what? All my ideas, my hopes, they'd be gone, and where would that leave us?

"Noah!" I looked up from the box, staring right into Jolly's face. He looked concerned.

"I'm fine," I lied, nodding my head. "I'm good. Really."

"Really? Dude, you're sweating."

Jolly was right. My forehead was coated in perspiration. Shit.

"Y/N going to be here soon. She just texted me," I informed him, grabbing one of my dirty t-shirts out of the clothes basket to wipe my forehead.

"Are you sure you want to ask her to move in with you today? You look like you've seen a ghost. You might scare her away.”

My face fell. 

“I’m kidding, Noah, relax,” Jolly chuckled

I nodded again, taking a deep breath, and patted Jolly on the shoulder as I walked by him.

"Noah," Y/N whispered in my ear as we sat next to one another, watching an episode of "Tokyo Ghoul".

"Yeah," I whispered back, shivering from the feel of her breath on my neck.

"What's wrong?" Her fingers were laced with mine as our hands laid comfortably on her lap.

I loved how well she knew me.

"Come with me," I said, tugging on her arm as she stood, leading her into the kitchen. Except for Nick over in the living room, we were alone. Jolly was in his room, and Folio was out riding

Nervously, I pulled out the black box from the pocket of my hoodie. Y/N came close and shoved her hands deep inside those same pockets, watching in wonder at what I was doing.

"Here, open this,"

She looked up at me, puzzled.

"Just open it," I chuckled, huffing a laugh and kissing her forehead.

Reluctantly, Y/N withdrew her hands from my pockets and took the box. I held my breath as she  hesitantly opened it. The silver key to my house sat on the soft bed of white cotton, staring her right in the face.

"What is this, Noah?" she whispered, bringing her hand near her mouth in surprise.

"You know what it is," I answered softly. "I want you to move in with me. Your lease is up in five days, so it's perfect timing."

Y/N looked up at me skeptically, eyes narrowing.

"You planned this, didn't you Sebastian?"

The small grin appeared in the corner of her mouth made my heart race with hopefulness.

"Maybe.”

She raised an eyebrow.

"If I said yes, will you say yes?"

She took the key out, shoving the box back into my pocket, and twirled it around in her fingers.

"Maybe," she grinned, raising that same eyebrow at me again. 

"Move in with me, Princess, please."

"Why?"

I pulled her in closer to me, so she could feel me against her stomach. She knew what she was doing to me and I was willingly letting her. 

"Because, I want middle of the night sex with you," confessing honestly, lifting her face to kiss her lips. "The kind where we wake up entangled in each other, and there are no words, just the feeling of your skin on mine."

Her breath hitched in the back of her throat, as I leaned into her and she pressed her core harder into me, snaking one arm around my neck while the other caressed my face.

"And maybe, caresses that turn into kisses, that turn into us barely able to concentrate because all we can think about is,"

"Me grabbing you and taking you," I finished, crashing my lips to hers again, this time slipping my tongue in her mouth, sighing when it met with hers and she tasted me for the first time today.

For a moment, the two of us made out in the kitchen, hands slipping under shirts, tugging and pulling on hips and waists, hot, heavy breathing and small quiet moans and whimpers. It was perfect. 

“See, you move in with me, this is what we could do every chance we get,” I said, kissing her jawline and moving down her neck as her hands ran up my back and through my hair, making me groan. 

“That sounds really nice,” she confessed, tilting her head back a little more so I could get a better angle of her neck.  

"Does this mean yes?" I asked, mumbling against her lips once they found mine again.

Y/N giggled. Her smile against my lips made the fluttery feeling in my stomach come alive and I felt lightheaded.

"Yeah, okay you've kinda convinced me."

"Kind of!"

She laughed some more, squealing the instant I tickled her sides. 

“Say yes! Say it!” I growled, playfully attacking her skin with bite marks kisses. 

“Say you’ll move in with me,” I yelled, lifting her up and throwing her over my shoulder. 

“Noah! Put me down!” she screamed, laughing so hard as I carried her up the stairs to my bedroom. 

“Not until you say yes,” I said, trying not to laugh. I smacked her bottom, earning me the perfect squeal that only encouraged the wrong kind of thoughts I was thinking about us. 

“Okay, okay,” Y/N gave in. “Yes! I’ll move in with you!”

“Yes!” I yelled, once I reached the top of the stairs. 

“Did you hear that, Nick! She said yes!” I yelled again, down to Nicholas who was watching what was going on from down below. 

“Yeah, I heard. All I’m going to say is you two better not have sex that loud. My room is right next to yours, Noah!” 

Y/N, gasped, and I turned to watch her throw her hands over her face. 

“Don’t worry, Nick. We’ll be super quiet,” I yelled down to my friend, unable to resist the look in Y/N’s eyes as she stared up at me. 

Gently, I led her backwards towards my bedroom, pushing her in once there and closing the door and locking it behind me.

[buck-star]

Hi Sydney! 💜

Before I send my little request for your Little Holiday Game, I would love to let you know I love your name - it's a beautiful one! 🥰

Now, for the Holiday Game, I'd like to know how you think Ransom would react to you having prepared a delicious (and his favorite) dinner after he's been gone for a long day, and he really wants to come home to you and snuggle on the couch together.

I look forward to seeing everything you'll create for this game to get us all in the holiday spirit! I wish you the happiest of holidays 🎄💜

Hey, Vinny! Thank you so much, I love your name too, and I adore you!🙂‍↕️❤️ Thank you for the sweet request. It really made me think of soooo many stuff I could write for it.

Masterlist | Holiday Game

Ransom’s favourite food is and will still be his cookies. They are his one and only food choice.

But as much as he loves them, he loves when you make dinner for the two of you. Your home made food is with his favourite cookies on the first place of his preferred food.

So, when you text him to drive safe and that you prepared dinner already, he gets all excited, his stomach growling in anticipation.

No matter what you made, he knows he will love it — just like always. He already plans every little detail from when he walks through the door to when you go to bed together.

After his long day of work, Ransom loves to get the food on plates and take them to the living room instead of eating at the dinning table. He loves to snuggle into your side while eating, having you close to him and to give both of you the opportunity to feed one another.

When he comes home, throwing his bag, shoes and jacket to the side he immediately heads to the kitchen. The way you’re standing there, in sweatpants and his oversized shirt makes him whine softly.

“Whining already? I haven’t even had the chance to deny you something that could make you whine,” you chuckle, taking two plates to place then on the counter.

“Missed you so bad, and my stomach and I are starving,” he whines once more, looking at you with the most precious puppy dog eyes. His blue eyes are glistening in anticipation and he takes another step closer to you.

Ransom wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your chest against his. He ignores your protests about putting the food on the plates or it’s getting cold. He knows that it’s not cooling down that fast, so you better let him cuddle and kiss you for a moment or else you will have a whiny puppy all evening.

“You’re such a needy, clingy little puppy, aren’t you?” You tease. Kissing his chest through the fabric of his t-shirt up to his neck. He nods, titling his head to give you more access to his soft skin. “Wanna eat on the couch and cuddle?”

Ransom nods, looking at you with a wide smile on his lips. His puppy dog eyes always work — he thinks — even though he doesn’t even have to use them to get what he wants. When he leans down to capture your lips, he lifts you up and sits you down on the counter next to the plates.

He loves to feed you little pieces of food while he puts everything on the plates. He may have had a long day but it would never stop him from spoiling his princess when you spoil him just as much.

So between lots of kisses, ‘I love you’ and eating, you get even more cuddles, words of affection and the sweetest and most clingy man you can only ask for. But who are you to complain when he’s everything for you, and treats you like you’re everything for him — because that’s what you are, his everything — sometimes even his hoodie or cookie stealing princess.

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Football Fever

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki x Y/N feat. Ella and Narfi

Summary: Soccer Aid is just around the corner, and the Avengers get asked, if they would compete against team England - for the good cause, of course. The only answer to that question is yes and so you, the kids, Loki and all the other Avengers - including their families are travelling to Manchester. The next mission is clear... Win this game and raise a lot of money.

Warnings: fluff, football things, suggestive smut (yeah, it gets a little steamy as well), thirst - a lot, sickening sweet flirtations... Honestly, this fic has everything. 😂 Let me know if I missed something...

Word Count: 6,9k - I'm sorry. 👀

a/n: The Soccer Aid fic is finally here! 🥳 I had a bit of a hard time writing this. I struggled quite a lot, so I hope it's nevertheless good. 😅 It's a bit messy as well, I think, but yeah... Enjoy it (hopefully)! 😊

Baby Fever Crew: (Trying the comments again...)

Baby Fever Masterlist °☆• Loki Masterlist °☆• Masterlist

"The Avengers agreed to do what?" You asked your husband; honestly quite a bit shocked. The baby laundry you had just folded almost dropping to the floor out of surprise. "The Soccer Aid game? They asked the Avengers to take part in the Soccer Aid game?" You repeated; just to be sure you heard that right. Loki had an amused smile on his lips; nodding. "Yes, love. Team England against The Avengers in this year's Soccer Aid game." Blinking, you stared at Loki. "Wow, just... wow. That's great actually. I mean it's for UNICEF - and with that for a very good cause, so... Amazing!" You smiled and continued to fold Narfi's little t-shirts, hoodies and trousers.

"And you agreed to play?" You then asked; eyeing your husband quite a bit sceptical. The god nodded once more; still smiling. "I did, yes." Loki sensed your surprise and sceptic, of course. "You don't seem to believe me. Why, darling?" You just shrugged your shoulders. "I just thought you didn't like sports. Especially soccer." "Ah, I see. Well..." He started and walked to stand behind you, in order to wrap his arms around you; head resting on your shoulder. "I am perhaps not that interested in Midgardian sports - but it's for children, and since I have my very own babies, I definitely can't say no to that." Your heart skipped a beat at Loki's words; love flooding your veins. What a kind-hearted husband I've got, you thought; swooning. "Babe, that's wonderful." You lifted one hand to cup his cheek, "Truly." and turned your head catch his lips in a sweet kiss. Loki's grip tightened; pulling you closer against him.

"So... When are we leaving? It takes place in the UK, right? Where exactly? Am I even allowed to accompany you and the others? And the kids?" Suddenly, there were a trillion questions running through your mind. Loki chuckled, "Someone's excited." and kissed a line from your ear down your neck. "First of all... Of course, you and our children are allowed to accompany me - if you choose to. But since you're an Avenger as well, I think you could also choose to play."

You really thought about it for a second, but then... "Naaah," you said, scrunching your nose. "I'd rather look after our little whirlwinds and help them to cheer for their daddy and his team." Loki chuckled; a few strands of his raven locks tickling the side of your face. "Very well then. It shall be how my queen desires."

A sudden thought struck you then and you couldn't help the cheeky smile, which spread on your face. Placing the laundry aside and turning in your lover's arms, you bit your lip. "Besides, I think I am going to definitely enjoy the view. Seeing my handsome man run around in tight shorts and a flimsy jersey? Please... I'd be a fool to say no to that." Loki raised an eyebrow at you; smiling even wider, "Now that is very naughty, darling." before he gave you a smouldering look. A look which almost caused your knees to give in. Even after all those years. "No, it's only reasonable, babe. "

Almost three weeks later, after the paperwork had been done and everything was arranged and settled with the officials, it was time to make your way to the United Kingdom. Manchester, to be exactly. Everybody was coming along. Really everybody. Nat, Bruce, Wanda and Vision, Bucky, Sam, Steve, Peter with MJ, Ned and his mom. Tony brought Pepper along and baby Morgan, of course. Clint joined in as well, accompanied by his wife and kids - just like Scott, who took Hope and Cassie with him. Not to forget Thor, Eisa and a very pregnant Jane. Hence, Tony even convinced Stephen to join them. Maria, Phil and Nick were going to be there as well. Yep... The whole squat was going to be a part of this.

Everybody was totally excited about it. Especially the kids. It was an absolute honour for the Avengers to be a part of such a great event...

"Mommy, can I sit beside Eisa in the plane?" Ella asked you with literal doe eyes, as you walked to board the private plane Tony had rented for you all. You squeezed the girl's hand - which was safely locked to yours; nodding. "Of course, sweetheart. I think we can arrange that." You winked at your daughter, before checking on Loki. He walked a bit behind you and Ella; carrying a soundly asleep Narfi. He had his arms curled around his father's neck. His head was buried snugly in the crook of Loki's neck, while his little legs dangled softly with every step the god took.

Well... The sixteen-month-old boy had missed his afternoon nap today - and it showed. No wonder he slept in on the way to the airport...

No ten minutes later, you took your seat in the plane beside Loki. Ella sat beside Eisa - like she wanted and Thor took his place beside Jane. Your husband held Narfi still in his arms; gently swaying him from side to side to keep him asleep. After all, you had to fly for about seven hours...

"I hope it stays that way," you whispered quietly to Loki; gesturing towards your son. Loki ran a hand through the boy's curls and nodded. "I hope so, too, my love, but I highly doubt it." And he was proven right... Only about two hours later, Narfi awoke from his slumber - crying. The sudden change of surroundings gave the toddler quite a small shock. Not waking up where he slept in. Besides, Narfi never had been inside a plane before.

Thick tears were running down his cheeks; eyes already reddened. Loki immediately tried to reassure him, since a lot of the others had dozed off as well. "Shh, little prince, shh. It's alright. Daddy's got you. And mama's not far away either. She just needs to pee." Hearing his father's voice, the boy calmed down rather quickly, but still sobbing. "There you go, sweetie, there you go," Loki cooed and peppered his little cheeks with kisses. "Everything okay, little prince?" Narfi rubbed his eyes, "Uh.Huh." and nodded.

Despite quite a few interruptions, the rest of the flight went smoothly and everyone landed safely in Manchester.

After getting everyone to the hotel and into their rooms, Narfi and Ella crashed immediately on the bed. It was a long day for the kids, without a doubt. Loki and the other soccer players for the Avengers team had to go to the training grounds for further information, their training stuff, getting to know the trainers - and their first training lesson. You looked over to the kids, who slept tightly on the big hotel bed, while you bid your goodbye to your husband. "Have fun, babe." You pressed a kiss on his lips; wrapping both your arms around his neck. "Thank you, darling." "And behave, yes? No fouling Thor because it's fun." Loki nodded obediently, with the slightest glint of mischief in his eyes. "Yes, ma'am." You eyed him critically, before you kissed him again. "Good. And don't make our diva lose his nerves." The god chuckled and let go of you, in order to step into direction room door. "Well, I can't promise you that, but I swear that I'll try."

Once Loki had left, you exchanged the light summer dress you wore with a comfortable t-shirt and sleep shorts. Deciding to unpack a few things, you quietly moved around the hotel room - not to wake anybody. After that, you paid Jane a visit, to make sure she was alright and then somehow ended up sleeping in the bed as well. Actually, you just wanted to take a small nap, but well... Your body said no. Therefore, you didn't notice, when Loki returned back to the hotel room...

"Darling, I'm ba-" As soon as the god closed the door gently behind himself and turned around, he saw what had happened. Smiling, he took off his shoes and tiptoed straight to the bathroom; hoping that the shower he took wouldn't wake any of you up. It didn't. It was already quite late; so he only slipped in a fresh pair of boxershorts and got ready for bed. To complete his mission, he had to manoeuvre both his kids to their beds. He picked up Ella first; knowing that she was a very tight sleeper. Then he carefully took Narfi in his arms - who instinctively held onto his father; cuddling close.

Once those difficult tasks were done, he wrapped you up with the blanket and slipped beside you into the bed.

When strong arms pulled you gently against a warm, familiar chest, you started to wake up. The scent of your husband hit you; causing a pleasant shiver to run down your spine. Home. He was home - no matter where you were. Smiling, still with your eyes closed, you cuddled closer against him. "Finished training?" Unbeknownst to you, the god blinked. He thought you were fast asleep... "Y/N?" He whispered. "Are you awake?" "Mhhh." Guilt shot immediately through his heart like an arrow. Loki hated it when he was the reason you woke up. Especially after such a stressful day. "Apologies, my love. I didn't mean to wake you up..." "'S okay. Don't worry. I've been already sleepin' for quite a while." You felt a few strands of Loki's long raven locks tickling the side of your face, as he leaned over to place a kiss on your cheek. "Good."

"So... How did it go?" You asked once more; slipping your hand in his - which was placed around your middle; keeping you pinned against him. Loki sighed and intertwined your fingers. "I can't deny that it was quite fun - but utterly chaotic. All of them are such amateurs. Well, except me, the Falcon and Coulson. The rest of them?" He took a deep breath and you could swear that he had just rolled his eyes. "Norns give us strength... They have to learn a lot. Unless we're going to lose big time against England." You giggled softly and squeezed his hand. "But isn't it all about the fun and good cause?" "Sure, love, but... You know me. I'm a very ambitious man. I want to win this. I'm a winner."

Well... He wasn't wrong, was he?

"Okay, champ... Tell me. Why are they a chaotic mess? Perhaps I've got a few ideas on how to solve those issues." Another sigh left your husband's lips. "They put Parker in the goal. I don't know if that was a wise decision. Sure, he's got fast reflexes, but, he's a bit... small and... fragile." You raised a playful eyebrow. "Who would you put in that position then?" The god shrugged his shoulders. "I do not know. Laing, perhaps?" You giggled, shaking your head.

"What else is 'wrong'?" "Vision. All he does is calculating how the ball flies, where it lands and how hard he has to kick it to reach the next team mate. And Stark and Rogers are constantly fighting about who is going to be the team captain. It's exhausting." You couldn't help yourself but to giggle once more. "Why can I imagine that so well?" Loki just rolled his eyes. "And my oafish brother just don't want to understand, why the goalkeeper - namely Parker, isn't allowed to leave the eighteen-yard area. I explained it to him several times. Hence, we all did, but he's just too stupid to understand - and utterly confused. It's almost embarrassing, honestly." "Baaabe... Don't be so hard to your brother. He's not that familiar with Midgardian sports. Give him some time, huh?" Loki took a deep breath. "I honestly don't know if time helps..." "We'll see. Rome wasn't built in a day. Remember that, my love."

On the next day, Loki left quite early for the second training session - just like the other Avengers. While your husband was sweating and working, you took the kids together with Jane, Eisa, Pepper and Morgan to a trip into the city. It was everyone's first time here, so there was a lot to explore. Well... Everything that was child-friendly, of course.

You strolled a little bit through a few streets of the big city, before you went to the Manchester Museum. Jane wanted to go there at all costs, of course. She was a scientist after all. No matter if her feet were hurting or not - due to her pregnancy, she wanted to go there. And who were you and Pepper to deny your friend this wish?

It had been quite interesting for the kids, too. Well, at least for Eisa and Ella. Narfi and Morgan were a little too young to understand. But at least the girls had fun.

After that, Jane went back to the hotel, in order to rest, while your niece stayed with the little group.

It was pleasantly warm today; the sun shining bright, so you and Pepper took the kids to Chorlton Water Park, where they could play and enjoy themselves.

All in all, it was a great day, but looking after four kids was quite exhausting at some point - for Pepper as well, so you were happy to be back at the hotel as well. Jane offered to look after the kids tomorrow; take them to her's and Thor's hotel room, so that you and Pepper could do more 'adult' things in Manchester.

Ella and especially Narfi were quite tired as well after that day, but they desperately wanted to stay awake and wait for Loki to return from the training, since they hadn't seen their father even once that day. And to Ella's and Narfi's luck returned Loki only about twenty minutes later...

The door swung open; revealing a tired, sweaty Loki - and before he could even close the door behind himself, Ella and Narfi were already tackling him. "Daddy!" Well, Ella first, 'cause Narfi wasn't that fast yet. He had learned to properly walk just about two months ago...

A big smile spread on Loki's face, and he squatted down; welcoming his children in his arms. "Hello, princess." Ella hugged him even tighter, now that she was taller when he was in a squatting position. "Dada!" Narfi had waddled over as well by now. Ella made room for her baby brother, so that Loki could pick the little boy up. "And hello little prince." You still sat on the floor with some of Narfi's toys in your hands; watching the sweet scenes unfold in front of your eyes with a smile.

After Loki spent some much-needed quality time with Ella and Narfi, he tucked them in (It was getting quite late.) and read a bedtime story until they both fell asleep - which happened quite quickly, given the fact that they were totally worn out after this exciting day.

You opted to go to bed; book in hands and waited for Loki to join you. Yet unbeknownst to you, had the god other plans than joining you in bed...

You heard quiet footsteps approaching you, but didn't bother to put your book aside. "I am going to take a shower now." Loki said in a deep, hushed voice; trying to sound sexy and perhaps to attract your attention. "I unfortunately have to. Can't join my queen in bed, being all stinky and sweaty." You, though, were lost in the story you were reading, so you only nodded; not deigning to look at him. "Alright, babe."

Loki raised a sceptical eyebrow. Obviously, the book was way more interesting than him. That had to change. A quiet snap of Loki's fingers caused his seidr to roll over his entire body. "Care to join me, darling?"

A soft sigh left your lips. "Babe, I am already in bed." You started - and made a huge mistake... You looked up from your book. "Why would I- Oh my gosh..." Loki stood at the edge of the bed. Butt naked. Only wearing his signature cheeky, mischievous smile. Sure, the light was dimmed in the big room, due to the kids sleeping, but you could still see everything.

You swallowed hard; eyes growing wide. Don't look, don't look, don't lo- Too late. You looked. How could you not? Being married to Loki and not look when he was standing nude in front of you was perhaps the most difficult task in all the nine realms.

A small whimper left your lips, as you shifted awkwardly in the bed. A thing which didn't slip Loki's notice, of course. He had you. Almost. "Come on, love. Showering alone is no fun at all... I already had to shower all by myself yesterday night." You swallowed again; tried to stay focused. "B-But the kids, Lokes a-and I'm reading and already in bed and..." Your husband interrupted your sentence with a quiet, smooth chuckle, while running his hands through his sweaty, luscious curls. His abdominal muscles clenched; showing you his abs. "You do keep forgetting that I am a master in using seidr...." He literally purred; giving you a wink. You bit your lip. So hard that you were afraid you drew blood. Don't give in, don't give in. Stay strong, stay strong. The angel on your shoulder tried to spur you on; encouraging you. But the demon... Give in. You didn't have him in almost a week. You want to. I know it. And he's right. He's got his seidr. The kids won't notice.

Your mind raced; forces battling inside of you. "So, my love... You coming now?" He purred; stepping closer to your side of the bed - and when you could clearly look into his blue, wide blown orbs of pure desire, you had made your decision. Fuck it. You literally threw your blanket away and shoot up from the bed. Loki chuckled maliciously in victory, "Thought so." before he moved quickly; grabbed you by your thighs and threw you over his shoulder. You had a hard time suppressing a yelp. "Lokiii!" Another chuckle. "Shush, darling. It's time for me to reclaim what's mine." You almost combusted at that sentence. And of course, you let yourself get carried to the bathroom without another word. The position was perhaps a bit uncomfortable; hanging upside down over a shoulder like a sack of potatoes - but the view was absolutely delicious. Never had looked your husband's gloriously naked ass better, than in that angle.

The last few training days flew by faster than you thought and suddenly you were preparing Ella and Narfi for their father's Soccer Aid game.

"Ella?" You called from the bathroom, while trying to put a really antsy Narfi into a mini jersey. "Sweetie, are you dressed and ready?" No ten seconds later appeared your eldest in the door frame; smiling brightly and already dressed in a miniature version of Loki's jersey and shorts he would wear during the football game. The same kit you were currently trying to dress little Narfi in. Black shorts, white jersey and red flocking. Not your husband's actual colours, but that was what the team decided. Nevertheless, you were sure that Loki would look just as sexy in those colours.

"Yep, mommy! Can we go now? I want to see daddy!" "In a few mins. I need to get your brother ready first, which is- Oh no, no, stay here you little trickster!" You had to lunge forward and catch a giggling Narfi, before he was able to sneak off behind your back. "Alright, mommy. I'll wait and practice some magic." "You do just that, El. I hope I'm soon done here." Ella left with a happy spring in her step then; long raven locks flying.

"Narfi, please..." You pleaded the small boy, as he fled from you once more; halfway dressed in the shorts. The toddler just giggled. Again. He had fun in that game you played. You didn't. "You want to see daddy, don't you?" Narfi stopped, turning to face you; one wild curl falling into his face. "Uh.Huh. Wanna see dada." "Then you need to let me help you getting dressed, because if we don't leave in the next ten minutes, we probably won't be able to see daddy before the game." Your son's eyes went wide, before he literally sprinted towards you to let himself get finally dressed, causing you to sigh in relief. "There you go, sweet boy." You said, pressing a kiss to his chubby cheek. Your ovaries almost exploded when you looked at him; dressed like that.

"See dada now?" You smiled; picking him up, "Yep." and carrying him out of the bathroom. "Ella, you coming?" Your daughter jumped excitedly towards you. "Yes, yes, yes!"

Together, you left the hotel and went for the Old Trafford stadium. Of course, there was a personal taxi waiting just for the three of you to bring you there. To the VIP entrance, to be exactly. You went on full wag mode today; living your best life as the wife of the Avengers Soccer Aid team star Loki Laufeyson. You even bought his jersey as well; combined with short jeans. It was a warm summer day - and you were ready. Just like the kids were.

The VIP entrance was a secluded area, but nevertheless had gathered quite a few fans there, cheering out your name when they saw you. You would've waved at them, but it was a bit difficult; holding Ella's hand (to keep her from just running off) with one and Narfi on your arm with the other. So, you opted for nodding and smiling - which was appreciated as well.

The safety officer greeted you with a smile. "Mrs. Y/L/N." He said with a nod and stepped aside to grant the three of you access. "And hello you two. Enjoy the game!" "Thank you." You stepped past him. "Hewu!" Narfi smiled and waved at the big, bulky man. But Ella was way too excited to notice anything. All she wanted was to see her father.

One of the game coordinators led you and your family through the catacombs of the Old Trafford then, until you reached the main stage... The pitch - on which every Avenger and member of the opposing team already was, warming up. There were already quite a few kids out there, playing around with each other or their mothers and fathers. It was a family event after all, and the stadium was quite filled already; a lot of fans seated on the stands all around you. It was huge and absolutely impressive.

Three pairs of eyes searched for Loki - but he was the one finding his family first. Smiling brightly, he left the ball he was warming up with abandoned and jogged over to the sidelines.

"Where's daddy, Narfi? Can you spot him?" You asked the little boy, while bouncing him up and down. You looked around as well, until you saw him jogging towards you. Not to be over dramatic, but... You almost fainted when you laid eyes upon your husband; all dressed up for the game. His jersey was tight; stuck to his upper body like a second skin. It was definitively a few sizes too small. Just like his shorts. They left not much to imagine - let's put it that way. Red and white football socks covered his strong calves and shins. His raven curls were tied back into a man bun and a thin, black hair band was sitting on his forehead, completing his look - and he looked absolutely, stunningly hot. Your knees almost gave in. If you wouldn't have been around kids and in a crowded stadium, you would've jumped him. But unfortunately, you weren't alone, so you had to compose yourself.

"Well, who do we have here?" You heard his deep voice calling out. "Daddy!" Ella's head snapped to face her dad; a big smile on her face as she stormed into his waiting arms. She may have been over seven years old now, but that didn't stop Loki to scoop his little girl up and hug her tightly. "Ahh, my princess." Narfi squirmed in your arms, so you let him down. Excitedly, he tried on slightly wobbly legs to run to his dad as well. "Dada!" Loki let Ella down again and squatted down. "And my little prince!" The god scooped Narfi up in his arms as well; ruffling the giggling boy's hair.

After thoroughly greeting his children, he made his way to you. "Hello, my love." He leaned down to kiss you; free hand curling around your hip to hold you close. "Hey, babe." You greeted your husband; smiling in the next kiss. "How's my soccer star doing? Ready for the game?" "Oh more than ready, darling." Loki answered with a wink. Before you could continue the conversation, Ella jumped in. "Can Narfi and I train with you, daddy?" "Oh, of course, princess, come on." He started to jog away again; Narfi still in his arms and Ella following him. "I'll be in the VIP area!" You called after them, to which Loki gave you a thumb's up.

You let the kids have some quality time with their father and took a seat besides Jane in the VIP area, where all the 'celebrities' and family members of the players were seated. It was a closed off area.

"Hey, Jane." Your friend looked up at you, smiling. "Y/N, hey. Finally made your way here? I waited in the hotel lobby, but you, nor my niece and nephew could be seen anywhere..." You let out a breath; sitting down on the seat beside her. "Finally, indeed. Yeah, I know, sorry. Narfi was a little too excited and didn't let me dress him. All I did was running around the bathroom to catch him... Now I left them both with Loki." Jane giggled. "I left Eisa with Thor, too."

You watched Loki play with your kids from afar. While Ella tried to mimic every move of her dad, Narfi was seated on his shoulders. First, Loki taught Ella how to properly kick a ball, and then how to pass it to a teammate - his brother in that case. Eisa had found Ella and now they were playing all together. You and Jane giggled at the sight. And even though Loki was sometimes a bit annoyed by his brother's often too strong passes, they all seemed to have fun. It was a very cute thing to watch, without a doubt.

Ella and Eisa tried to perfect their ball game then, Loki went to do warm-ups with Narfi; using him as a weight to lift, for example. The boy liked it. You could tell from afar; seeing his little face all scrunched up in a giggle. It was to die for, honestly - and you were pretty sure that quite a few women witnessing this did.

About fifteen minutes later, your kids joined you in the VIP area. Loki would've loved to play further with them, but there was a little team warm-up now with the trainer giving them last instructions. Before that, he had to do a few short pre-game interviews, so... No time or space for kids.

Ella sat down beside you; totally out of breath but happy, while you took Narfi to sit on your lap.

You let your eyes wander. They drifted through the entire stadium and from one player to the next. Especially to Nat and Wanda, since they left you utterly stunned and amazed at how good they were in playing soccer. At the end, though, your eyes landed on Loki. Gaze lingering on him, you watched his every move; watched him train- No. Watched him putting on a show.

Loki noticed, of course; felt your eyes on him. How could he not? Yes, it was a big stadium with a lot of people on the pitch and a huge crowd, but... All he could see was you (and his babies). It had always been you.

So, being the mischievous, smug god he was, he decided to really give you something to look at. Loki abandoned the ball he was warming up with, discreetly moved closer to where you were seated and started to stretch instead. His too small jersey and shorts were definitely coming in handy now, he thought with a smug smirk. The god stretched his legs first; pulling the fabric up to expose his strong, muscular thighs. He moved his legs in a rotating motion, causing the trained muscles to deliciously bulge. Just how she likes it, your husband thought. Then, he did a lunge - causing your eyes to pop out of your head.

You already were a drooling, thirsting mess by now after those little games he had played and now he was ultimately killing you off with that move. You had a hard time to keep up your composure and not let Narfi slip off your lap... The lunge Loki made showed everything he had. Really everything. Defined shins and thighs, the outlines of what was between his legs, abs, happy trail (kudos to his too short jersey), broad shoulders and muscular arms. You had to suppress a moan, seeing this. Why does he has to be so smokin' hot?, you whined internally. And you weren't the only one who thought that. The lot of the ladies all around the VIP area were either fanning themselves, trying to not faint or screeching. Understandably. You couldn't blame them, could you?

But what really tickled your nerve ends and sent a sizzling spark of arousal through your system was the fact that Loki was yours. Entirely and undoubtedly yours. They all could lust after him as much as they wanted, but at the end of the day, he was messing up your bedsheets. Not theirs.

The game itself started about twenty minutes later. All eyes were on team England and team Avengers. To your surprise was everyone working together. You shortly questioned your eyesight, but it was true. All your friends worked hand in hand to get the win - at least for now.

Ella and Narfi were, of course, enthusiastic about their dad being a soccer star (at least for today) and cheered him on. The others too, but Loki the most. The great atmosphere tickled you as well, and so you were loudly cheering them on, too - until a little whine, coming undoubtedly from the small boy on your lap caused your motherly instincts to intervene. Immediately, you redirected your attention. "Narfi?" You asked, looking down at him. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" Watery ruby eyes looked up at you, as another whine slipped past his small, pouty lips. "Not see dada." He said and tried to wriggle around - but you held him tightly, of course; not risking him to fall. "You can't see daddy? Oh, I'm sorry, baby. Do you want to sit on mommy's shoulders?" Narfi snivelled; a thick tear rolling down his chubby cheek. "Uh.Huh." "Okay. Hold on tight little man."

You were about to lift him up to your shoulders, when Ella stopped you. "I can take him, too, mommy." You blinked; looking at your daughter. "Are you sure?" "Yep," she said; smiling and moved to sit on the free seat in front of you. "Put him on my shoulders." "You want to sit on your sister's shoulders, Narfi?" The boy smiled brightly; nodding. So, you did what Ella suggested and sat your son down on his big sister's shoulders. "That okay, El?" You asked her; keeping a steady hand on Narfi's small back. "Yep. You can let go, I got him." "Sure?" "Sure." So, you did and watched with heart eyes the sweet scenes unfolding in front of your eyes. Both your kids cheering for their father; raven locks flying in the wind. The names 'Lokison' and 'Lokisdóttir' literally shining on the backs of their jerseys in the bright sun. It made you so unbelievably proud; heart pumping pure love through your veins.

Unfortunately, all the cheering didn't help and the Avengers team trailed by two goals at halftime...

During the half-time break, some of the players gave a speech. About UNICEF, what they exactly did, where they were working and so on. Tony and Steve were a part of that as well.

You had sent the kids off with Jane and Eisa to get something to eat and drink - which gave you a small timeframe to check your phone and maybe even answer some work emails. (You were still working as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, since Narfi's birth wasn't that long ago and Loki had asked you to stay away from dangerous and physical draining missions for another while.)

Unfortunately, you didn't get far...

"Hey, pretty lady..." A familiar deep, smooth voice called out, and caused you to look up - but you couldn't see anyone. Frowning, your brain needed a second to figure out what was going on. Then it hit you. The barrier. Biting your lip, you stood up and walked down the few stairs. Luckily were the most seats empty at the moment, because everyone used the break to get drinks and food. Cautiously, you leaned against said barrier and looked down.

A dazzling, smug smile greeted you instantly and caused your legs to almost give in right then and there. Loki was standing just a few meters away from you, but quickly walked over. "There she is... My pretty lady. I already feared for a moment that you didn't hear me." You playfully rolled your eyes at your husband. "I always hear you calling out my name. Even in such a crowded place. Kudos to your seidr, though." Loki just winked; still smirking.

"Did I already tell you, my darling wife, you look incredibly ravishing; wearing this... flimsy jersey with my name printed on." His flirtatious words made you giggle like a love drunken teenager. "Yeah, really?" "Oh, absolutely. I hope this isn't the last time you're going to wear it." You bit your lip; smiling, before you proceeded to lean over the top of the barrier, in order to get a little bit closer to him.

"Babe, I'd wear anything for you."

The sparks were definitely flying between the two of you - even after all those years. Loki's smirk only widened. "Is that a threat, my love?" You shook your head; winking. "A promise." Loki's eyes travelled from your eyes to your cleavage and back. "Naughty." At those words, you had to giggle again. "Lokes, you are definitely not better. I know you put on a show for me while warming up and making me all hot and bothered. Do you know how difficult it is to hide this from our friends?" Loki chuckled. He just chuckled. "Apologies, but I just couldn't help myself. I had to put on a little show for my queen. I thought you'd appreciate it." "You're a naughty, mischievous little scamp, Mr. Laufeyson - but yes, I pretty much appreciated it. Just like very much every other lady in this stadium." "Which is a great ego boost, I have to confess, but I don't care about the others." "I know." You whispered; leaning as far as possible over the barrier to somehow catch your husband's lips. His hands flew up to your shoulders; holding you in a protective grasp and keeping you from falling. Thank the norns he was so fucking tall.

You would've loved to just keep on kissing him, but you forgot for a moment that there were thousands of people around you - presumably watching you, and that the half-time break was almost over. So, heavy heartedly, you untangled yourself from Loki again.

"I hope we can manage to turn the game. I'd love to win this." You winked. "I know. Chin up, babe. You've got forty-five minutes to turn it around."

After you bid your goodbye to your husband, you turned back around, only to look straight into Pepper's face - who had a knowing smirk on her lips. "You two just can't keep your hands off each other, can you?" You felt quite confident today, so you just shrugged your shoulders and casually replied: "It's not my fault that he's walking sex, is it?"

The game was absolutely exciting from the very beginning to the end. Everybody was hanging on the edges of their seat, after the Avengers tied the score. Bucky was the goal scorer. It went back and forth; one goal chance passing after another. It was super thrilling - and in the end, the Avengers really managed to turn the game and win. It made you proud. But what made you ever prouder, was that Loki scored the decisive goal. Ella was cheering so loud, you were afraid that she'd be hoarse tomorrow... Narfi mimicked his big sister; squealing out loud and celebrating his dad's victory - and the whole stadium did, too.

After the final whistle, every player on the pitch was visibly happy; everybody shaking hands and hugging. No matter if winner or 'loser', because after such a great game for such a good cause, everybody was a winner. The earned money would do a lot of good things in this world - and that was worthy enough to celebrate.

Once the 'formalities' were done, the lot of the players picked up their kids and let them run around the pitch, while they talked to others or played with them. Loki was one of them, of course, and Ella and Narfi were more than excited to storm the pitch once more. So, you helped your excited children to climb over the barrier, where their dad waited to pick them up. Sure, you could've chosen the long way round and lead them on the pitch - but it wasn't the fastest way.

"Daddy! Daddy! You scored the winning goal!" Ella literally yelled; voice filled with proudness as she 'jumped' into her father's awaiting arms. Loki chuckled; holding her in a firm grip. "I really did, princess. I never would've seen it coming, though. Uncle Scott is a way better striker than I am." Ella giggled; placing both her hands on her dad's shoulders. "I did, daddy! I did!" "You did?" "Yup!" The god chuckled again and pressed a kiss on her cheek, before she let her down to take little Narfi from your arms into his.

"Come here, Narfi." Loki took the boy and wanted to let him down as well, but Narfi clung to Loki; clearly didn't want to leave his dad's arms. "Do you want daddy to carry you?" Narfi nodded; sucking on his dummy (which you had given him a little while back) and placed his head on Loki's shoulder; rubbing his eyes. "Ohh, I see. My little prince is tired." It was more than understandable after this day. So much for the young man to see, hear and experience.

Smiling, Loki placed a kiss on his son's forehead, while he run a hand through the very curly black hair on the toddler's head. Then he looked around for Ella, but his daughter had run already off to her uncles and aunts; playing football with them. Knowing that she was taken care of, he decided to walk past the fans, to show them his thankfulness for the support and countless donations. And perhaps to raise a bit more money. The god wasn't stupid and knew exactly the effect he had on the women (and even some men). Besides, he had the sweetest toddler in his arms in all the nine realms, so...

He made his way behind the boards, past the goal and up to the barrier, which held the fans back. The people welcomed him with loud cheers and applause; chanting his name. It did something to him. Without a doubt. After all that happened in the past... To now hear people calling out his name caused almost tears to sprinkle in his eyes. He was forgiven. The world had forgiven him. Sure, he knew that the Americans saw him as an Avenger now as well - but the 'rest of the world'? No. He didn't see all of that coming - and it made him incredibly happy. Smiling, he waved at the people; bathing in the attention he got. Narfi, who had almost drifted off in his father's arms, lifted his head at the sudden very loud voices. He looked at the people with big, wide ruby eyes. Loki noticed that, of course. His smile even widened, as he pressed another kiss against the little boy's cerulean cheek. "So much people Narfi, right? Want to say hello and wave at them?" "Narfi say hewo?" He spoke tiredly from behind the dummy. Loki nodded. "Yes, little prince. If you want to." Narfi thought for a moment, but then cuddled back in his father's chest, causing Loki to chuckle and hug his little boy closer.

The god spent another while with the fans, before he joined the remaining players on the pitch.

The rest of the evening was spent celebrating the victory and all the raised money, before the Avengers and their families returned home.

One thing was sure, though... Soccer Aid was an event that would stay unforgotten.

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This is stupid, but you know those new LO hoodies the Webtoon shop has? I know the font they're using. It's Eckmannpsych which is an Adobe font.

That's not the stupid part though. The dumb part is the capital H and G in the Eckmannpsych font do not match what is on the hoodies, which would obviously be on the hoodies that have Hera or Goddess on them. So, Rachel looks to have taken the time to hand draw her own H and G to match the font style for those hoodies but did not take any time to make new, better art for the merch, but instead reused ugly panels from the comic. Talk about a strange look into her priorities. She doesn't like how the G and H look on a font? She will remake those to fit what she wants. Rachel when the assignment gives her the chance to make specialized, better designs for those same merch? She can't be bothered to even try. WTF!

for the love of god-

I'm assuming and hoping they had the commercial rights to that font LMAOO But it did kind of make me go 🤨 because while I didn't know the font EXACTLY off the top of my head it still felt... weirdly out of place for something like LO? Why are these hoodies being stylized like they're from Austin Powers LOL

On another note tho, the LO merch is just like... disappointing in how bad it is for what's supposed to be WT's #1 series, which is, btw, a series with so much unique stylization that it shouldn't even be this hard to make merch for it! it just feels very "first attempt at redbubble merch", but unlike genuine first attempts at making merch (which is obviously a learning curve that I wouldn't judge anyone for being new to) this is a company that's sunk shitloads of money into LO so I don't know why they can't get better merch made?? so much of it is just the default drawings taken and slapped onto a tote bag or t-shirt, which like, yeah cool fine you're using art that's recognizable and considering the art is already made, it stands to reason that they should use it for more than just the comic. It's just disappointing to see how lazy it often is and how little effort is put into translating it onto a t-shirt/tote bag/etc. like we can't even have ONE exclusive t-shirt with a unique design that isn't just poorly copy pasted from the comic?

Case in point, those t-shirts that Rachel was advertising a while ago that were actually straight up falsely advertised. I can't find the post about it on my Tumblr (I'm pretty sure I talked about it here) so here's the IG story rundown I did on it ages ago:

Again I'd really like to have benefit of the doubt here that Rachel isn't the one making these designs, usually that's not how the merchandising process goes in these types of deals, so I'm not gonna point the finger at her. But it's just so odd to me that it happened in the first place. And this goes for a lot of LO's merch, so much of it feels cheaply made and rushed off a conveyor belt for the point of making money without much expense. Which yeah, that's a business model for sure, the goal is to profit, but like this?

You can't even argue that it's like people criticizing LO the comic because like, as much as I'll justify what I spend my time doing here in my free time, it's true that at the end of the day I don't have to pay for LO, so really the only thing I'm doing is inflicting psychic damage to myself, it's not like my actual money is on the line LMAO That's why I stopped paying for LO ages ago and only do it when I have a specific episode I need to review (such as the midseason hiatus review series I did). At the very least, if I really want to keep reading LO but don't want to pay for it, I can just avoid FastPassing it and read it for free so I can save the coins for other series I'd rather read. The Webtoons' FP system is very fair that way.

But this is merch explicitly made to generate revenue. It is a product, front to back. You can vote with your money by not buying the thing you don't like, absolutely, but the fact that it's this poorly to begin with is just so indicative of Webtoons' business practices and so shitty for the people who genuinely enjoy this comic and are being advertised and sold shoddy merchandise that doesn't even come looking the same way it's advertised. It's really not a good look for Webtoons, Rachel, or LO that this is what they're selling to people.

Especially for what they're charging, good lord-

Like, okay, they're hoodies and they're gonna be expensive to print and ship so the higher overhead cost makes sense, but jesus christ, with the kind of merch Webtoons has already given the stamp of approval on, would it even show up in decent condition? How bright are those colors gonna be? Are they gonna strip off as soon as I throw it in the wash? I'm half-tempted to buy a hoodie for myself just to do a review on it but I can't justify dropping $75 CAD on a hoodie that only has art on the back. Maybe it's just me living in the hellish lands of Canada where we play with toy money that's the problem, but it's just not a gamble I wanna take LOL If I bought one it would probably be the Hecate or Hermes ones because they're the only ones that are at least somewhat legible and have decent character art that isn't a character looking like they need to poop LMAO

(these are literally the two worst drawings they could have chosen of these two i stg lol the only thing that would have made this worse/funnier is if it was Handsome Hades and Persephone Kidnapping a Baby LMAO)

It has me worried about what the LO figures are gonna look like when they release. Are they gonna have some creative liberty with making them chibi-fied (like a Nendoroid?) or are they gonna try and replicate the art style exactly and wind up making literal blow-up sex doll Persephone? 😭

NGL, if the figures are done well enough and don't cost an arm and a leg, I might consider buying one just for the shelf collection, but again, it depends. If Webtoons released a tarot deck with really good panels from LO (like the Tower 4 scene or Persephone sitting on the rooftop with her comb or Eros flying down into the Mortal Realm) I would buy the shit out of that. I would even just take the Major Arcana if 78 cards was too much to ask :'0 I'm not against Webtoons/Rachel trying to profit off LO merch at all, I just wish it was BETTER- (╥﹏╥)

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The Ties that Bind - Chapter 4

I'm not going to lie... this 5k chapter does not contain an awful lot of plot. No spoilers here but... well, the rating has definitely gone up! The Emmys happened, ok? And I've been on a whole other planet since then. No apologies, the heart wants what the heart wants 😂

Onwards! Enjoy 🤭 - I'd love to know what you think!

Tagging: @thomasshelbyswife, @cillmequick

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Chapter 4

He took a few steps to the table, it had been a while since they'd been actually been alone together and the weight of that wasn't lost on Seren. Tension seemed to seep into the room under door cracks and through keyholes until she felt paralysed with a nervousness greater than any she'd felt before. Their weeks and weeks of banter and flirting had built to a level they were both unable to ignore. Beneath his own tense fidgeting, Seren decided that River looked like he could devour her at any moment. His face gave nothing away but it felt as if he knew what she thought about when she was alone with him, as if he could read her mind. Her breath quickened and the urge to press her thighs together was overwhelming. Before she could answer his question, he crossed what was left of the room, forcing her to take one final step back against the counter, and leaned down to capture her mouth in a messy kiss. The shock of it made her gasp, giving him access to deepen the kiss, his tongue gliding with hers. His hands were everywhere, trying to touch as much of her as possible. Seren let her hands roam up his arms and into his hair to keep him close, trying to get him even closer. The length of his body pressed against the length of hers and she felt him hard against her hip. Deja vu. Feeling how much he wanted her only made her need him more and all sense of propriety was heading out of the door, along with her previous reasons for keeping their distance from one another. “Are you staying?” He asked again, his hot breath on her collarbone. He reached into the open hoodie to the bare skin between her short t-shirt and jeans. 

“River,” she moaned as his hands gripped tighter. He sighed and pulled away from her.

“Stop?” He asked, the disappointment evident. Seren shook her head, trying to find her voice, her breath.

“No. No, don’t stop. But not down here,” she said, breathless. She wished she could bottle the smile that broke out across his face, instead settling for running her thumb over his lips and cupping his cheek. He turned his head to kiss the palm of her hand before freeing her from his grip and leading her to the stairs. She switched off lights along the way and as they crept upstairs they both avoided the same creaky floorboards. She’d never been in his room properly, only to leave any belongings he’d left scattered around the house. He must have been given some free reign to decorate at some point because it was more masculine than the rest of the cottage. The walls were dark navy and a large bed took up much of the space. He had a small bathroom through a door in the corner. As he turned to ask her something she brought a finger to her lips. “Sshh, we need to be quiet,” she whispered. He grinned wickedly and pointed at her.

“You need to be quiet.” She opened her mouth to argue but he kissed her instead, clicking the door quietly shut and pulling her all the way into the room. He tugged at the loose sleeves of his hoodie, pulling it off her body, “think I'll take this back.” He whispered. 

“Finders keepers,” she told him, dragging his t-shirt over his head and then reaching for the button on his jeans. 

“Slow down, I'm not going anywhere.” He stilled her trembling hands and then toyed with the hem of her t-shirt, “I've been so patient, waited for so long,” he whispered, she laughed quietly into the crook of his neck. He pulled it over her head and threw it on the floor with his own, and with a quick flick of his wrist he had the button of her jeans open and slid them to her hips. She wiggled them down impatiently and kicked them away. Seren blushed as he took in the sight of her in summery coral lingerie in the dim lamplight, he watched like a starved man as she reached behind to unclip her bra and let it slide down her arms, reaching to pull her into him. His hands were warm on her bare skin, tickling up her left side and taking the weight of her breast. “I deserve a fucking medal for keeping my hands to myself,” he muttered, “you won't be able to get rid of me now.” 

“You're an idiot,” she teased, blushing. 

“You're beautiful.” He told her, hands dropping to grip the curve of her ass. She pushed herself against him, feeling him hard against her core. Slotting a hand between them, she slid a finger along the waistband of his boxers before dropping to her knees in front of him, pulling his jeans down over his hips. She pulled them all the way off, and he stepped out of them. Seren heard the shaky breath leave his body and focused her attention, her mouth watered in anticipation, it felt like she'd waited an eternity to touch him. She ran her hands up the taut muscles of his thighs and, holding his gaze, pulled his boxers down.

“Do you think you can be quiet, River?” She whispered. She slid her tongue along the underside of his cock and swirled it around the hot tip. He rocked against her, his hands fisted at his side, tense from trying to stay quiet. She took his hands one at a time and put them on her head, looking up his long body to watch his reaction to her pumping his cock with kiss swollen lips. 

“Fuck me, you look so fucking good -” He rasped, his voice strained. She hummed in agreement, the vibration running through his body as she let him control the speed and depth. He tugged her hair lightly, the sensation sending waves of desire to her core and making her thighs rub together in desperation. He removed one hand, reaching down in search of hers, intertwining their fingers. Seren squeezed his hand in reassurance, it had become clear in the months they'd known each other that River had very few people in his life he had physical contact with. In all their encounters, he seemed to seek out her touch. When he tugged her hair again, it was a request for her to stop, to come back to him. He wasted no time in nudging her to the bed, caging her with his body. He kissed her softly, swallowing her sighs. He slid a large hand down her side, reaching to grab her hips and press them into the bed. She arched her body up against him. 

“River, please-” she whispered, his hand pushing her thighs wider open to accommodate him. His grin was wicked as he kissed a hot path down her body, roughly palming her breast as he nipped at the dip of her waist. 

“Seren,” he warned, his voice deliciously low and dangerous, “If you make a sound, I'll stop,” he warned as he dragged her knickers down just before he circled her clit with his tongue. “I wonder if you taste as sweet as you look?” He asked. She gasped as his tongue eagerly slid into her aching cunt, “is this ok?” He asked. Seren sucked in a sharp breath and nodded. She held it for what felt like hours as he devoured her. The effort of keeping quiet was torture, his every touch designed to bring her closer to the edge. She had to bite her own fist to stay silent, but it was impossible to disguise her laboured breathing and tiny whimpers. He didn't need her to make a sound to know she was close, her thighs quivered and he got right to the point where he was certain she was about to come… and stopped, moving away from her entirely so he wasn’t tempted to let her finish just so he could keep tasting her. Seren's eyes widened at his audacity and she clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle the whine of desperation she couldn't hold back. He removed the hand and pinned her wrists above her head bringing himself level with her breasts, swirling his tongue around her nipple. Seren's hips rutted up against his stomach.

“River,” she pleaded. 

“Fuck, Seren,” he could feel how wet she was, how much she needed him, and it only made him harder. 

“You like that? Think I could make you come like this?” He sucked at the soft, sensitive underside of her breasts, leaving his mark on her and dragging her so close to orgasm again. Seren was in no doubt that he could make her come just from this alone, “No, please no,” she pleaded again as he denied her again, “I need you to touch me, River.”

“Tell me what you want, babe,” he whispered, moving above her, held up on his elbows. 

“Fuck, River, I need you inside me,” she whispered quietly, her body vibrated with her need for him. She was certain she looked a mess underneath him - her hair tangled in bedsheets, her lips red and swollen from where she'd been biting them in an effort to keep quiet, and her eyes glazed with lust.

“You're so beautiful.” He whispered and sat up, dragging her into his lap as he did. She lifted up onto her knees, hands on his shoulders for balance as she lined him up against her, he cupped her heavy breast with one hand while the other grabbed the swell of her ass as she lowered down onto him. “Fuck-” he hissed, his forehead pressed against hers. With her thighs spread wide over his, the depth was incredible and his size took a second to adjust to. His tongue followed his hand across her nipple, taking it into his mouth, rolling it and biting gently. It was enough to have her grinding down on his cock and arching her back to have him fill her right to the hilt. Her forearms on his shoulders gave her the perfect leverage to rise and fall on him over and over, he used the proximity to keep his eyes fixed on hers while his hands kneaded and grasped her hips, helping her keep her rhythm while his cock split her open. She rolled her hips slowly, not wanting to make huge movements and make the bed squeak under them. The languid pace and tight, deep thrusts were intoxicating. River barely took his eyes off hers, Seren was taken aback by the intimacy  and tenderness of it all. 

“Feels so good, River,” she moaned quietly as he reached a hand between them both. Her breath hitched as she bared down against his thumb on her clit, her head dropping to the crook of his neck, “oh, god-” she whimpered. 

“Wanted this for so long, Seren,” he whispered into her ear. 

“Please, River, more-” she begged. “I need you.” His previous ministrations had taken her so close to the edge, she couldn't take the anticipation any longer. She clutched at his shoulders as she sank down onto him, desperate to find her release. He keened against her, his nose buried in her throat while his fingertips left bruises on her hips. With a final swipe of his thumb against her clit, she reached her peak and shuddered as her climax overcame her. River had managed to remember their whereabouts and quickly captured her lips with his own, disguising the babbling expletives and whimpers of his name. Her movements stuttered so he gently twisted them round and lay her on the bed.

“Still with me?” He murmured, bracing his body on his forearms and rolling his hips as he fucked her into the mattress. The new depth and angle made her melt against him, she smiled, reaching up on her elbows to kiss him again.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she mimicked his earlier words. Her words seemed to ignite him once again. 

“God, Seren-” he groaned into her mouth as she pulled him down on top of her, relishing in the weight of his body against hers. She wrapped her legs around him as he took her wrists and pinned them either side of her head once again. He set a new, desperate pace, hungry to feel her walls flutter around his cock again. Seren tried to hide her breathy moans as she felt the tension coiling in her abdomen once again. She closed her eyes tightly, her attention split between her need for release and the need to keep quiet. “Look at me,” he asked softly. She opened her eyes and held his gaze as she clenched around him and felt his hand gently cover her mouth as she came with a wail of his name. She felt his muscles tense as he joined her over the edge with a whisper of her name, not taking his eyes off her at all. He slumped against her, his hand slipping from her mouth as he replaced it with featherlight kisses instead. He released her other wrist and she grazed her hand up and down his back as they both regained their breath. They lay still together for a while, his nose in the crook of her neck while his hand softly smoothed across her ribs and the side of her breasts. Seren's legs no longer locked around him, she stretched out and enjoyed the weight and warmth of his body covering her. 

“‘M crushing you,” he mumbled. His voice low in her ear made her shiver and despite not being ready for another round quite so soon, her hips bucked, “You're keen, give me a minute,” he laughed.

“You're not crushing me, and I'm not ready yet either,” she grinned into his hairline and kissed his temple. 

“Hmm if you say so.” He rocked against her, half hard again already, needing to hear the broken little moan that ghosted over his head. He moved away enough to wrap the blanket around them both and rolled onto his back, taking her with him. “Better?” She sighed happily.

“Hmm yeah, much.” She closed her eyes as he ran his fingers through her hair, the small, intimate gesture making her sleepy. River reached out to turn out the lamp and held her as he fell asleep. 

*

He woke to an empty bed. With a frown, he lifted up onto his elbows to see Seren fastening her bra and looking around for the rest of her clothes. She smiled shyly at him. 

“Hi.”

“You're going?” He asked, his voice thick with sleep. He'd lost count of the number of times they'd found each other during the night, sleepily reaching for one another. 

“I need to go and get changed, I can't be here when he wakes up.” She said apologetically. He sat up fully and reached out a hand to pull her close to the edge of the bed.

“Time is it?”

“Early, 5am. Go back to sleep.” She brushed her hand across his cheek. 

“Just a bit longer?” He kept a hand on the back of her thigh to hold her against him, and the other traced the leg of her underwear, hooking inside. “Let me make you come one more time?” He dragged his fingers along her slit, already wet for him. 

“River-” She rocked down against his hand, her body giving away how much she wanted him. His fingers slipped her underwear to one side and he pushed two inside her, curling them just so. Seren gasped, clinging to his shoulder to stay on her feet. His thumb rocked against her clit, his fingers fucking her as she moaned quietly.

“Fuck, River I-”

“I know, I've got you. I need to see you like this again and again, and when you're driving home I want you to know that I'll be thinking of you, you see what you do to me?” He palmed his cock through the sheets. 

“Ohhh-” She sighed, he noted the hunger in her eyes. 

“You like knowing that?” He pressed his palm harder into her clit and kept his fingers moving inside her. Seren’s breath hitched with every movement of his hand, her walls clenching around his fingers. She wobbled against him as her knees buckled with her climax. She gripped his shoulder tightly to stay upright.

“Shit, River,” she mumbled. He held her hip a little tighter. He removed his fingers with a pop and brought them to his mouth to kick them clean. “You're a menace.” 

“You're welcome.” He grinned, dropping a kiss to the soft dip of her waist. She stepped out of his reach and finished getting dressed. He watched her from the bed. When she was ready, she went back to him, cupping his face between her hands. 

“Get some more sleep,” she said with a soft smile.

“I won't be here when you get back. I'll call you later?” She nodded, kissed him lightly and crept out of the room, taking his hoodie with her. 

*

“Seren, this is the third game in a row you've lost.” David smiled over chess. She'd returned to the house later that morning as promised with croissants and they'd completed the previous day's crossword, walked to the village library and had lunch. Seren had been uncharacteristically distracted throughout. 

“Sorry David,” she sighed. “Why don't you take your book to the sitting room. I'll get some jobs done and then you can set me free on your garden?” She hoped the physical excess of cutting the grass and preparing the garden for autumn would stop her replaying the previous night over and over. She hadn’t realised how isolated her life had become, aside from the families or individuals she worked with she saw very few other people. Family lived on the other side of London and her work had led her to a very limited friend circle and social life. Until she’d hugged River in the kitchen, she struggled to remember the last person she’d had any kind of physical contact with. In her initial recognition of River seeking out her touch, she could also clearly see herself. In the garden, she worked hard. Pulling the heavy old mower up and down the garden, emptying old pots and clearing away fallen branches. From his perch, David pointed out new things for them to tackle over the coming weeks.

“We need to repair that fence,” he pointed. “Do you think we can get it painted before the weather turns?” He looked to the sky as if asking the weather gods.

“I don’t see why not. I can drive us to pick up paint tomorrow if you like?” “No offence dear, but your car splutters like it’s about to give up the ghost. I’ll get River to take us at the weekend, you can help me pick out some plants.”

“You want me to come with you and River to the garden centre?” She asked, arching an eyebrow.

“I do indeed, you’ve a good eye for colour. It’s been such a long time since anyone actually enjoyed working in this garden.” He mused. She smiled and slumped into the chair next to him.

“Deal. I’ll be charging you overtime at this rate though.”

“Hmmm. Take it up with the boss.” He chuckled, pulling his hat down over his eyes for a short nap.

“Yeah, I think I should.” Seren wondered. 

They didn’t make it that weekend, nor the three weekends following. River had become overrun with work and his visits were few and far between. Seren had upped her time with David to compensate and ensure he wasn't lonely. His memory lapses were difficult to predict, she could spend entire days with him and have no problems but the last half an hour he would have no idea who she was, or there could be one moment of lucidity in a whole day. The hardest days were when his mind couldn't decide. She could fetch him a cup of coffee and he'd forget her, she could return with a slice of cake and be remembered. Finally, finally, Seren arrived one Saturday morning to find River already at the kitchen table. She stopped short in the doorway. 

“Oh. Hi.”

“Morning,” he smiled. “He's upstairs,” he explained, seeing her wondering where David was. They both hovered awkwardly, unsure of how to proceed. Though they'd been in plenty of contact, it had been weeks of not seeing each other and though that in itself was nothing new, the circumstances were certainly different. Standing on opposite sides of the kitchen felt so similar to the last time they were in the same place at the same time that Seren couldn’t help but laugh. River chuckled, “what’s so funny?”

“Nothing, just… the last time we were in here, and now… well, here we are again.”

“Yeah,” he nodded in agreement. They fell into silence, furtively stealing glances at one another. Seren wrung her hands.

“Should this be this weird?” She asked finally. “We didn't leave it this weird?”

“No, no you’re right. I don’t want it to be weird?”

“Good. Me either.” She nodded firmly, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth. Her heart thrummed in her chest.

“Apparently the old bastard has big plans for today?” River spoke up. 

“I'm taking him to the garden centre. He wanted to wait for you but you've been busy.” He looked bashful. 

“I'm sorry,” he said sincerely. “Every time I've tried to get here it's been too late to see you.”

“It's not a criticism. He's missed you,” she explained. 

“And you?”

“What about me?”

“Have you missed me?” Seren opened her mouth to answer but heard David on the stairs and smiled apologetically.

“You’re here,” he said happily to Seren. “Shall we be off then?” He asked, the tension in the room going completely unnoticed.

“Lead the way,” Seren replied, following the Cartwrights to the car. She slid into the backseat behind River in the driver's seat and focused on watching out of the window so she didn’t keep catching River’s eye in the rear view mirror.

“What are you going this way for?” David demanded from the front seat, “it’s left at the lights.”

“There’s half the road dug up down there, I’ll go around.” River countered.

“Bloody ridiculous,” David muttered. Seren kept her eyes on the window, bringing her hand to her mouth to keep from laughing. 

River finally escaped from the car. He’d been bickering with David for the whole journey. His grandfather led the way, instructing River to follow behind and pick up everything he pointed out. Seren ambled along between them both, occasionally picking things up. He watched her closely, cursing his own stupid awkwardness from earlier. He’d wanted to tell her he’d missed her, had thought about her everyday, couldn’t stop thinking about their night together… but hadn’t. She stopped ahead of him, reaching up to a much higher shelf. David had gone on ahead so River stopped. 

“Here, I’ll get it,” he muttered, a hand on her bare waist where her t-shirt had ridden up. He reached over her head with ease. “This one?” He asked. She shook her head, wide eyed but quickly recovered.

“River, that one’s half dead. The other one, please.” He took a small step forward, her back pressing to his chest as he reached further along and handed her the plant she’d been after. Taking a quick look around for safety, he dropped a kiss into the crook of her neck.

“Sorry I made it weird.” He whispered against her skin. She shivered and shook her head.

“S’ok, you’re not the only weirdo,” she admitted. His hand dropped to the curve of her ass and squeezed.

“We’ll talk later?” He asked, feeling her nod against him. “I might die before then if you keep walking in front of me though.” He teased. She pushed him away with a gentle shove and a knowing smile, and walked away to catch up with David. He trailed after her as she followed David, watching them together as they argued good-naturedly about which colours would look good in the garden and how much work they could palm off onto River. River took every available chance to be near her, letting David take the turning into each aisle so he could take her hand just for a moment or walk alongside her. The trip out had exhausted David. By the time they reached the car again, his temper was rising. When Seren offered him an arm to help him out of the car, he snapped. 

“I’m not a fucking invalid, Seren.”

“I know,” she held up her hands and took a step back. “I’ll get the kettle on.” She offered.

“Don’t bother. River will do it, I can’t stand the niceties anymore today. You should go.” He told her. She hesitated but he went on, “just stop being so sodding nice all the time.” He demanded. River paused, halfway into the boot of the car.

“I’m not being nice because it’s my job, David. I’m being nice because I like you and I like spending time with you.”

“Oh bullshit. You’re paid to be here.” River peered around from the back of the car,

“Grandad-” he warned.

“It’s fine,” Seren assured him. “You’re right, I am.”

“You’re not going to go, are you?” He sneered.

“No, I’m not. I’ll do what I always do when you ask me to leave, I’ll stay out of your way until you’re ready to talk civilly again.” She let him make his way to the house, grumbling under his breath.

“I’m sorry-” River started.

“It’s fine, really. He gets like this sometimes, when he’s pushed himself a bit too far. He’s just tired.” She lifted one of the paint tins from the car. “By the time all this stuff is away, he’ll be asleep and when he wakes up he should be feeling better.” She was right. River followed David into the house while Seren offered to put their purchases away in the garden. She knew the easiest way forward was to do as David had asked and at least stay out of his way. When she made it back to the kitchen, River gestured to the coffee he’d made her on the table. He sat at the table so she leaned against it facing him.

“He’s asleep,” he informed her.

“Told you he would be.” She reached over to brush his hair from his eyes. “I can handle it.” He took the hand and pulled her into his lap, her legs straddling his on either side of the rickety wooden chair. It creaked dangerously underneath them both. “If this chair breaks…”

“I’ve got you.” 

“We’ll be in trouble, was what I was going to say.” She chided him. He ran his hand up her back, drawing her closer, finally capturing her mouth in an impatient kiss. Seren let herself sink into him with a sigh. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she whispered.

“I’ve been thinking about this for weeks.” He countered, grazing his nose along her collarbone. She squirmed in his lap, the chair responding with an ungainly squeak.

“We need to move.” “Upstairs?” He asked. Seren shook her head.

“Sorry to disappoint, no time.”

“You’re far from a disappointment.” He told her, taking another kiss. She rocked against him, trying to get closer, he smiled against her mouth. 

“We can’t do this now.” She huffed, frustrated.

“I know,” he agreed, “I’ll make it up to you.” He promised.

*

Seren immersed her hands in the kitchen sink. River had called to say he was stuck in a work ‘thing’ so she’d opted to keep David company for a little longer than usual in the hopes that they might get some time alone when he did arrive. She hummed along softly to the classical record David played in the living room. She’d picked up some vinyl records for him from a shop a few villages away and he was enjoying educating her on which ones were worth her money and which were duds. She looked up and out of the window, the evenings had been getting darker sooner and it always seemed to catch her off guard. As she peered through the window, a face peered back. Her breath froze in her throat as terror overtook her. She backed away from the sink, hands dripping water everywhere.

“David,” she half whispered, voice strangled. “David!”

“Come and listen to this piece, it’s truly remarkable-” David called through from the sitting room. The face in the window grinned as it came closer to the glass, a leering sneer that then winked suggestively.

“Fuck. Fuck, David,” Seren turned and bolted for the sitting room. “There’s someone outside,” as she spoke, the back door banged.

“Who?” “How should I know? A man, shit, David we need to call the police.”

“Call River.” David instructed, rising quickly from his chair. “What the hell is he going to be able to do?”

“We need to get out of here, into the fields,” from the drawer by the chair he pulled out the same pistol he’d drawn on Seren months previously.

“The fields? Wait, he gave that back to you?!” She stared at the gun, incredulous.

“Seren, I need you to trust me. Call River, tell him we’re aiming for the farm and we’re on foot. We need to move, now.” He spoke firmly but calmly and Seren knew he was utterly lucid. She pulled out her phone and brought up River’s number, hitting the green call button. David pulled her along with him to the front door as the back door banged in its hinges again. On the way past, she grabbed the long iron poker from beside the fire. “Excellent idea my girl, now come.” Seren didn’t notice the call connect, or hear River shouting for her attention. The back door banged and this time, opened. Seren shrieked.

“Run David, we have to run.” She bellowed as her phone clattered to the stone floor and the call ended.

Chapter 5

[nymphoheretic]

˜”°•.˜”°• Wearing their clothing •°”˜.•°”˜

Nymph: This is obviously set in the modern AU, because two of these bastards don't wear a fooking shirt. But to the nonnie who asked for this I hope you like it!

Edit: this was supposed to be a SFW piece, but the whores (looking at my anons) corrupted me so a NSFW Demon version will be posted Friday at the latest 😒

Network: @enchantedforest-network

Sekido

You loved to take his sweaters. They were just so big and comfy on your smaller frame that you couldn't help it. He is always complainin about how his favorite sweater is missing, but he already knows that you're the one who took it, the playfully guilty look in your eyes always gave you away.

He didn't mind thought. You looked cute wearing his clothing. The large material draping down to your thighs and the sleeves covering your hands. Damn, he had to look away. He was getting hard looking at you.

"You look cute wearing my shit. Can't look at you for long without wanting to rip it off you and fuck you stupid, brat."

Karaku

He loves seeing you in his t-shirts. Karaku doesn't care if you steal them. He thinks it so adorable how your smaller body is nearly swallowed by the material of his larger clothing. The way the shirts only reach halfway down your thighs, riding up them with every movement you make.

His eyes darken as he watches you bend over to get something out of a cabinet. Karaku quickly makes his move as his hands grab your hips and he grinds his stiff cock into your ass. Fuck, you were so damn cute and he was so fucking hard.

"Damn, you look good, sweetling. Makes me wanna lift my shirt up a little, yank these tiny shorts off and fuck you right here in this kitchen."

Aizetsu

He notices that a few of his favorite sweater vests have gone missing. While it sadden him that you took them, he was happy to see you wearing them. It was so cute seeing you smile as you twirl around in them - the long material fluttering around your hips and thighs.

It made a smile twitch at his lips seeing you in his clothing. He picks you up and sits you down on his lap. His hands coming up to cup your face as he pulls you down to meet his lips, eager togue already parting your mouth to meet with yours in a slow kiss.

"You're just so pretty in my clothes. Will you wear them more often? Please? I'd love to see you in them more, princess."

Urogi

He gives you his hoodies to wear. He absolutely loves seeing your tiny body swallowed by the material as it drapes down to you thighs - the sleeves covering your hands. He could just eat you up. His eyes follow you around as you dance around in his room.

Urogi giggles as he snatches you by the waist and pulls you down on his bed - the hoodie you wore sliding up to reveal your belly. His hands were on you almost immediately as a smile tilts at his lips.

"You think you're so cute, dancing around in my hoodie. Looking so cute. I. Could. Eat. You. Up."

©️2022-23 nymphoheretic - I do not give permission to copy, edit, alter, or distribute my work. Do not adverse on tiktok. Do not repost on any other platform.

[russellsppttemplates]

new years eve proposal with Lando?

Unlike previous years, Lando suggested you spend the New Year's Eve with your families, making sure they travelled to Monaco to spend a few days together with you two.

You woke up with a loud noise from downstairs, making you groan further when you rolled in bed and didn't feel Lando next to you. Getting out of bed, you put your boyfriend's hoodie on and joined whoever was downstairs with him as you assumed he couldn't be making that much noise on his own.

Lando was indeed downstairs, pyjamas bottoms on with a t-shirt as he cooked in the stove, and when you noticed he wasn't holding anything sharp or that could endanger him, you walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist, "Good morning, my love", you whispered into his back, snuggling into his chest when he turned around slightly, "Good morning, baby. I wanted to surprise you", he said quickly, exaggerating his pout as you kissed his lips.

"Do you want me to go back and pretend to be asleep? The bed was cold without you", you pouted back, seeing him turn off the stove as the eggs were ready.

"C'mon, let's sit in the sofa with these while the other guys are still asleep", he tapped your butt, ordering you to go in front of him as he carried the tray with your breakfast. You sat on the sofa, covering you both with a blanket and eagerly waiting for Lando to set the tray on both of your legs.

"I want to say something to say before we eat, though", Lando began, earning your teasing straight away, "you're already saying something, handsome", you wiggled your eyebrows as he kneeled in front of you, taking a small box from the tray he had set on the coffee table.

With one hand, he held the box while his other hand held yours, "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. To this day I still wonder how much longer I would've had to wait to meet you if Quadrant wasn't in need of a Graphic Designer because every minute I have with you still feels so little and few", he paused, rubbing your palm with his thumb, "you make me a better man, you have been there for every high and every low, and I don't want to know what it is like not having you there. I'll be there for you whenever you need me - and when you don't need me, too, because I'm always there -, to protect you, to celebrate you and to love you", Lando smiled softly when he noticed the tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Will you marry me, Y/N Y/L/N?," he finished, opening the box and revealing a simple and elegant ring. Wiping your cheeks with the sleeve of his hoodie, you nodded frantically, "yes, yes, I will!", you whispered, tears rolling down as he slid the ring on your finger.

Cupping his face, you pulled him closer to you, ending up on the floor too, kissing his lips until you accidentally touched the coffee table and threatened its stability, "Careful, baby, don't want to break anything yet, save that for our honeymoon", Lando said, goofy smile as he looked at you.

"I love you, Lando", you whispered, pulling him in for another kiss before you both sat down, "there's no one else I'd prefer to go into the new year with".

(Thank you for your submission ✨️)

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"IS THIS... A DATE?"

I wrote another fic with Dave and OMG this is one of the cutest fics I've written with him in my entire life

I hope you like it! 😌🖤☝

As he followed his friends into the house, Dave brought up the rear, wondering how he'd sacrificed an entire night of playing board games to go to that party.

The fact was, he wasn't a person who liked crowds, noise, loud music, alcohol, and all the other things that came with being a teenager, and yet he'd agreed to go to the event that included all of those things.

The decision was made in a state of euphoria, so he didn't realize what he'd said until minutes later, when he got home and was sitting in his room reading the special collector's edition comic he'd just bought.

Then he received a text from Todd, telling him they'd be picking him up in twenty minutes. Dave's eyes widened and he texted back.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Don't you remember? you agreed to come with Marty and me to the party at Irene's house?"

Dave cursed out loud when he remembered that, indeed, that was what he had agreed to hours ago.

"You're not going to back out now, are you?" Todd asked, eager for an answer.

"No," he typed with trembling fingers, "I'll be ready in five minutes."

"That's how I like it," his friend said before going offline.

Dave jumped out of bed and opened his clothes closet.

He looked at the outfits he had and realized that probably none of them were suitable for a party like that, but since they were the only clothes he had, he put on some baggy jeans, a black T-shirt, and a red hoodie before going downstairs to the kitchen to make himself some dinner.

His dad wouldn't be home from work until late, so he left a note on the kitchen counter, saying he was with his friends and not to worry.

And that's how he found himself among a crowd of people his own age and older, laughing, dancing, smoking, or just socializing.

Socializing wasn't one of Dave's strong suits. Actually, he didn't know exactly what they were (if he had any).

That's when he saw you.

It was like seeing a vial of bloody tears after defeating a legendary dragon—a relief, that is.

You were in the same class as him, and he wasn't exactly in love with you, but he could tell you didn't despise him, which he couldn't say about the rest of the girls, who pretended he didn't exist or simply looked the other way when he walked by.

He saw you approaching the table to grab a soda. Then he mustered up all the courage he could muster and slowly walked over to stand next to you. He cleared his throat shyly.

-Hey -he said- great party, right?

You glanced at him, thinking he was some jerk trying to pick you up, but no, it was just Dave.

“Wait, Dave?” you thought. “What's he doing here?” you wondered. It wasn't that it bothered you at all, it was just that you didn't expect to see him there.

-Dave! Hi -you greeted with a friendly smile- How are you doing?

-Not so good, you know -he tilted his head toward the top of the house- My friends convinced me to come over, and I… -he smiled shyly- Well, let's just say this isn't really my style

-I can see that -you said- I like your sweatshirt -you murmured to get him to focus on something else and not be so nervous- It looks comfortable -you added, he nodded-

-I won it last week at an arcade at the mall -he confessed, making you smile- Turns out I'm really good at Tetris

-Wow -you said, surprised- Did you manage to fit all the pieces together, without any mistakes? Yes -he replied, very smug-

-That's impressive -you praised. He blushed- The truth is, I've never played Tetris -you continued- I'm more of a fantasy gamer, you know? Like Elden Ring, Baldur's Gate 3, Dragons Dogma II, and the like

Dave gasped, to say the least. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard.

-Do you… -he swallowed hard- Play video games?

-Yes -you smiled- I thought I'd made it clear that I'm not like the others, Dave

-Sure… yeah… I-I… -he shook his head nervously- Sorry, it's just… I didn't expect that

You stared at each other for a few moments, during which Dave began to realize how pretty you were and how good the pink lip gloss you'd put on looked on you.

"I should stop staring at his mouth,” he thought, and instantly his gaze fell on yours.

-Do you want to go get some fresh air? -you asked. He nodded slowly-

-That would be nice -he said as he followed you outside-

Outside, you sat on a bench near the house, though not close enough to hear the commotion. Music could still be heard in the distance, but at a more subdued tone.

-What do you want to study when we finish high school? -you asked, making him turn his head quickly to look at you-

-Computer programming -he answered decisively- Maybe a career in software engineering -He laughed- Nerd stuff

-No I find it very interesting -you said, He smiled shyly-

-Really? -he questioned- Aren't you just saying that to make me feel better or anything?

-Really -you assured him. Dave nodded-

-It's good to know -he said- Teachers don't usually take me seriously when I say this -he confessed- They say I have 'a good memory' and that I shouldn't 'waste it fixing computers -he murmured- Anyway, adult stuff

-Yeah -you snorted- Adult stuff -you repeated, making him laugh-

-The party wasn't so bad after all -Dave commented- I might even be glad I came

-I wasn't going to come either -you confessed- I was in the middle of a game of D&D

-No way! -he muttered, his eyes wide open- You play D&D too? -he asked excitedly- You nodded when you saw him like that- What class are you?

-Level 10 Druid -you said proudly- And you?

-Level 12 Wizard -he replied- My level is good, although I'd like to get more equipment

-You can go to the Cave of a Thousand Laments -you added- If you go straight ahead and turn three times to the right and two times to the left, there's a chest that always has weapons -you said- I always go there to stock up

-I didn't know that -he murmured- I'll definitely try it -he said- Oh! And we can role-play together in some games -he blushed- If you want, of course

-I'd love to -you nodded, also excited-

That same day, when you both returned home from the party, you entered the game and found yourselves in the cave you had mentioned.

-Hey again, Dave,- you greeted through your headset-

-Hey Y/N,- he murmured- I like your avatar,- he said, looking at your white and green dress with gold details.- You look like an elf or something

-That was the idea,- you confessed.- I like yours too,- you said, looking at her black leather outfit and the red straps on either side of her hips that held her swords and daggers- So, what do you think about taking down that dragon out there?

-I'd say it's a very good idea, although a bit dangerous,- he said, making you laugh-

-Not bad for a first date,- you blurted out.- Killing a dragon in D&D,- you murmured.- I definitely wasn't expecting that-

-Is this…- he swallowed hard- a date?

You moved the joystick on your controller to move your character as he followed you.

-It is -you said- unless you don't want it to be

-Of course I do! -he quickly replied, making you smile before adding- I think this will be the best date I'll ever have

[abigails-gf]

hii!! i’m the anon who mentioned about you writing more sh scar reader x abby!! it’s okay if you don’t remember ahaha <33 i have a request!! abby notices readers sh scars for the first time and doesn’t wanna mention it but is worried for reader? it’s okay if not :)) i have some more ideas too but don’t wanna overwhelm you hehe <3 you can totally ignore this if you want!!!! but your an amazing writer 🩷🩷🩷

abby anderson x gender neutral reader.

warnings: self-h*rm scars.

a/n: hi, anon! i remember you, of course. you're so sweet! <3 i wouldn't mind if you shared your ideas! i'd love to try and write them !! and tysm for all the nice things you say aaa !! :33 hope you like this one .. 💌

the first time abby saw your scars was a few months into your relationship, when you slept at her house.

this wasn’t the first time you’d spent the night at abby’s house. you met each other for dinner and then went back to hers. you cuddled on her couch, glasses of wine in your hands. it was peaceful, quiet. you felt warm and you didn’t know if it was the wine or abby’s fingers slowly pulling up the hem of your hoodie to caress your hip. probably the second one, you thought.

abby traced little circles on your hip, looking down at you. “is that okay?” you nodded and kissed her.

a few minutes passed before you both decided to head to bed. you went to the bathroom with your bag for some privacy and changed into your pjs – that was before you realized you forgot to bring a shirt to wear.

“abby?” you shouted at the door. “yes, babe?” she answered from her bedroom. “could you lend me one of your t-shirts? forgot to bring one.”

she knocked on the door. “here”, she said as you opened the door, reaching for the t-shirt. “thanks.”

you closed the door, put on abby’s t-shirt, and smiled at yourself. you came out of the bathroom, seeing abby sitting on her bed waiting for you. she was frowning.

“something wrong, abs?” she shook her head and got under the covers. “i’m just tired, s’all. don’t worry.” she brought you closer to her when you got into her bed, nuzzling your neck and leaving small kisses on it. “goodnight, baby.” she whispered. “night, abby.”

the next morning, you woke up to an empty bed. you got up and went to the bathroom. as you washed your face, you noticed that your arms were naked – you quickly put on your hoodie from last night before joining abby in the kitchen.

she was making herself some tea, standing up at the counter. you hugged her from behind. “hi, baby.” you said softly. “slept okay?” she took her mug from the counter and turned around to face you, kissing your forehead. “mhm. what about you, sweet thing?” you blushed at the new nickname she used for you. you nodded, pulling away from her so she could sit at the kitchen table.

“i slept like a baby. your scent is sleep inducing.” you said while stretching out your arm to grab a mug for yourself. this time, you made sure to hold the sleeve of your hoodie against your palm.

once you had made yourself your morning beverage, you sat next to abby. “what do you wanna do today?” you took a sip from your drink, looking at abby. “well, we could stay at home? or go out for a walk?” you leaned towards her to kiss her cheek, making her smile. “staying at home is good for me.” she nodded.

after breakfast, you decided to watch a movie. abby was laid down on her couch and you were laying on top of her, your arms wrapped around her torso. she was rubbing your back through your hoodie. “isn’t it warm for you to wear a hoodie?” she asked. your eyes were still focused on the tv as you answered. “i like hoodies.”

abby nodded to herself. she might’ve lied when she told you she slept well. because she didn’t. after you had fallen asleep, she kept on thinking about the thin lines she saw on your wrist when you took the t-shirt from her hand. at first, she had thought maybe it was your cat – but you didn’t have a cat. and so she figured it out.

the thought of you hurting yourself made her sad. how could you do that to yourself? she knew some people did that for reasons, and she wondered why you did that. but she also didn’t want to push you to talk about it. she was just worried. she thought about confronting you about it but decided it was best to let you come to her once you were ready.

she kissed your head making you look up at her. this is the right time, she thought. “i love you.” she whispered. “and you don’t have to say it back. i just wanted you to know. i care about you, and... yeah, i love you.” she blushed.

“oh.” it took you a few milliseconds to register what she had said. “i love you too.” abby softly smiled at you and leaned down to put her lips on your forehead, hugging you tighter.

although abby wouldn't be the first to talk to you about your scars, she'd try her best to make sure you felt safe around her and comfortable to talk to her. she really cared about you.

[everythingdenied]

Concept matty and his longtime girlfriend laughing at rumours of him saying celebrities

oh yall are MESSYYY but i love you for it heheheh (sorry, I couldn't help myself. i had to a short little thing for this.) this is not a commentary on whatever tf is going on rn btw, if it's all true i honestly could not be happier for them both they're so cutiepie

"Babe?" I glanced up from my phone, a smirk toying on my lips as I watched Matty change for bed, his curls still a little damp from the shower. He hummed absentmindedly in response, pulling a hoodie over his head. "Why didn't you tell me we were breaking up?"

With his blue sweater still caught around his chin, Matty hastily turned on the balls of his feet to look at me as I reclined on our hotel bed, phone in hand.

"Huh?" He blanched, eyes narrowed in confusion whilst I continued to scroll down my timeline, giggling to myself at the nonsense tweets clogging up my feed.

It was nothing particularly new to me; watching new rumours about my boyfriend's love life unfold on the internet. In fact, after years of being together, I'd learned to find humour in all the nuance and speculation surrounding Matty and I's relationship, no longer feeling my heart drop to my stomach whenever a new rumour came to light. I knew he was mine, and I his; the internet's opinion mattered not to me. Albeit, I'd be lying if I didn't get a few good laughs out of it all.

"Oh, nothin'. Just something Twitter's saying." I waved my hand nonchalantly, smiling when Matty's brows furrowed and he scrambled onto the bed, crawling up beside me. He peered over my shoulder inquisitively. "Apparently you're dating Taylor now." I explained, turning my phone to give him a better view.

His eyes widened playfully as he read the tweets, grabbing the device from my hands. He exhaled through his nose, amused, languidly scrolling through post after post, unable to hide the laughter bubbling in his throat.

"So..." I cocked a brow, moving to straddle Matty's hips as his eyes remained glued to my phone. "When were you going to tell me? Just gonna let me find out from people on Twitter again, huh?"

"Sorry, angel" He smirked brushing his thumb over my left hip before discarded the phone on the bed. "Been so busy with tour lately. Must have slipped my mind"

"Mhm. Always the same" I rolled my eyes teasingly, fingers running through his damp curls. "You never bother to tell me we're over, just let twitter do it for you. Coward"

Matty burst out laughing, cold hands travelling beneath the hem of my T-shirt.

"Rude" He huffed, swatting my ass playfully as I let out a squeal, wriggling away from his touch.

"What?" I giggled, leaning down to plant a kiss atop his nose. "It's true. S'okay though. I don't blame you. I'd break up with you for Taylor in a heartbeat too."

Upon my words, Matty gasped, clutching his hands to his chest in a dramatic display of feigned offence. "You wound me, baby" He whimpered, soon breaking his facade to burst into fits of laughter. "No wonder I'm always breaking up with you every other month."