#like the way he looks at her is just so full of adoration

[purerae]

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YANDERE!PLAYBOY X FEM!READER

Valentine’s day Special! <3

warnings ;; yandere!playboy being a delusional freak (as usual), yandere behavior, MAJOR second hand embarrassment, slightest bit of angst (if you squint), crack.

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Valentine’s Day for Kieran was basically his second birthday. The rich boy never bought candy, why would he, when he could stock up for free just from today alone? His locker was overflowing with chocolates, candies, and love notes—notes that he didn’t even bother reading before tossing them straight into the trash. But the sweets? Oh, he made sure to keep those. Stuffing his bag full, he scoffed at the cheap, store-bought heart chocolates while setting aside the good stuff; the expensive ones, the homemade treats that probably took hours to make. Greedy. That’s all it was. Kieran was just greedy. But even with all the gifts, all the attention, all the adoration, it never really mattered—not until today. Not until he spotted one letter on his desk that actually made his heart skip a beat. Because this one? This one had to be from you. For the first time on February 14th, Kieran felt a genuine rush of excitement, something different from the usual smug satisfaction of being adored that just boosted his already huge ego. The envelope sat on his desk, neat and delicate, like it had been placed there with care—like it actually meant something. His fingers brushed over your initials written in beautiful cursive handwriting, slow and deliberate, his mind already running wild. Finally. You were finally giving in. He could already picture you, shy and flustered as you wrote it, your heart laid bare just for him. A love letter? From you? His sweet little obsession finally coming to her senses? He was grinning, twirling the letter between his fingers, taking his time, savouring the moment. Oh, you were so cute for this.

 He carefully opened the letter, fingertips tingling with anticipation. His heart was racing, his mind already running a mile a minute. What kind of sweet words did you leave for him? Were you confessing your love? Finally admitting that you couldn’t resist him any longer? God, you knew him so well! Every detail, down to the paper, the handwriting, the delicate way the envelope was sealed—it all screamed you. This was the first time that the suave playboy turned into a giggling high school girl, biting his lip to keep from grinning too wide. If he was just some regular guy, people would be throwing weird glances at him for nearly stomping his feet in excitement, but he’s Kieran, so no one does.

To be honest, all the girls around him loved it. They giggled amongst themselves, watching him act like a lovesick fool, finding it more endearing than embarrassing. Some of them seething in jealousy at the mysterious girl who got the school's renowned playboy all lovestruck like this. Man, pretty privilege was real. Any other man would’ve been clowned for this, but Kieran? No, Kieran could get away with anything—especially when he looked good doing it.

The white haired male just had to find you, had to catch a glimpse of his princess all shy and flustered from pouring out her emotions in this cute little letter. He was already going to force you into his valentines day plans-- but you, making the move first? Gosh, you never fail to surprise him. Kieran rushed around the school, finally found you hanging around the library. He waltzes over to your table, practically floating with confidence, that stupidly charming smirk plastered across his face. With an easy flick of his wrist, he spun the chair around, plopping down and draping his arms over the back like he owned the fucking place; the letter was in his hand, obnoxiously tapping it against his palm as he leaned in, way too close, eyes glinting with something dangerous beneath all that excitement.

“Sooo...” he drawled, looking at you up and down, voice smooth as ever, “...couldn’t resist me anymore, huh princess~?” the blue eyed male winked as he laughed boyishly, Though his words were condescendingly annoying, a glint of affection is laced in his orbs. 

You, the girl who just wanted some peace on this already lame ass day where you enviously stare at the lovey dovey highschoolers with, gaze up from your notebook as you stare blankly at him, forcing yourself not to immediately roll your eyes at the sight of the blue eyed playboy.  “Huh?” You blink once, and then twice at him.

Kieran scoffs out a laugh. Still so shy, bless your cute little soul. “The letter, sweetheart.” He waved it a little, like it was obvious. “Real cute of you, by the way. You always did have good taste.” Your eyebrows furrow as you stare at the pastel pink letter, squinting at it before looking back at him. “What letter? Dude what the fuck are you talking about?” tilting your head as you grimace at his stupid little smirk. Kieran let out a breathy laugh, tilting his head like you just said the funniest thing in the world. “Ahh, playing shy now? That’s adorable, really,” he mused, tapping the letter against his chin. “Didn’t think you’d get cold feet after pouring your heart out like this, but it’s okay, princess. I get itttt. Big emotions can be scary!” he says with a mocking pout, leaning in closer. He reached out, trailing a finger down your arm like he was so sure this was some flirty little game. Youre playing hard to get as always, its okay! He likes the chase. However, you cant back out this easily when he literally has the physical proof of your love-- no, infatuation towards him. “You don’t have to pretend, y’know. I already know it’s from you.” his other hand tracing the first letters of your first and last name that was engraved onto the envelope. 

But the way you just kept staring at him, utterly lost, was starting to poke holes in his fantasy. No. No, you were just messing with him. Testing him. Right? Rolling your eyes, you snatch the letter out of his hand, too tired to deal with whatever weird fantasy he had cooked up this time. With an exhausted sigh, you scanned the handwriting, flipping the letter over to really stare at the initials , and then—oh. Oh, this was actually hilarious. Your hand slaps your mouth as you stifle a giggle.

“Kieran,” you deadpanned, looking him dead in the eyes, “this isn’t from me. It’s from the other girl in our chemistry class. Y’know, the one with the same initials as me?” Silence.

Kieran just stood there, blinking, like his brain was trying to reboot. His fingers twitched slightly at his sides, and for the first time all day, he didn’t have a slick response ready. You watched, unimpressed, as his expression went through about ten different emotions at once—confusion, disbelief, denial, a little more denial—before finally landing on something unreadable. “...what?” He freezes for a solid minute before letting out a light chuckle, rolling his shoulders back like this was no big deal. “Ohh, right. Of course. The other girl.” He nodded, slipping his hands into his pockets, throwing on that easy, practiced smirk. “I knew that! I was just.. I was just joking, silly~!”

But inside? He was tweaking.

'What the actual hell. What do you mean it’s not from you? Then why the hell did it feel like you? Look like it was from you? Sound like you?' His heart was racing, but not in the good way anymore. His palms felt weirdly clammy. His eye twitched. 'No. No, no, no. This doesn’t make sense. This was supposed to be from you. This was supposed to be our moment. So why— who, who even is the other girl??? Has he ever even interacted with her??' Suddenly the heartfelt words that adorned the letter just seemed incredibly corny and cheesy to him. The bright pastel colours decorated along the paper blazed in his eyes, practically laughing at the delusional boy that stood before it. 

You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow at him. “Uh-huh. Sure you did.” Kieran swallowed. Act natural. Act. Natural. The playboy opened his mouth, ready to spit out some smooth, damage-control comeback—but nothing came out. For the first time in his entire life, he had nothing. Just sitting there, frozen, swallowing the most brutal, humiliating reality check of his existence. And the worst part? You were just staring at him. Not even amused. Not even mad. Just tired and annoyed.

“Oh my God,” you muttered, pinching the bridge of your nose like you were physically in pain just being near him. “I literally don’t have time for this. Happy Valentine's Day man.”  You say with a tight lipped smile, grabbing your stuff as you pat his shoulder. And with that, you turned on your heel and walked away.

Kieran just stood there, gripping the letter so hard it crumpled in his palm. His ears were burning, his jaw tight, but his smirk? Still there. Bruised ego? Maybe. But shattered? Please. A mix-up like this wasn’t enough to shake him. You didn't straight up reject him, it was just a misunderstanding! It was all that stupid girl's fault for having the same initials as his dear soulmate! As if you could ever actually reject him.

No, no, this just meant you were still fighting it. Still playing your little games, still too stubborn to admit what you really wanted. Him. That was fine. He had all the time in the world to let you come to your senses. You’d see it eventually—how you were meant for him, how there was never any other option. And when you finally stop running? Oh, princess he’d be right there, waiting. Besides, there was always next year, and that time; he is certain that the only chocolates he’d be getting is from you.

a/n :: for some reason you guys looveee seeing kieran suffer so heres my early valentines gift for you all :p (maybe not you all but the three anons in my inbox LOL) purerae<3

[my-castles-crumbling]

Poppy Pomfrey - jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 450

Sighing and trying to shake the exhaustion from her body, Poppy Pomfrey checked her clipboard one more time to make sure everything was accounted for: three students were supposed to be in the Hospital Wing and, yes, three students were currently sleeping soundly in their beds. She took one more moment to look over the dressings on the large bite on Matilda Fallen’s arm (Matilda had refused to say how she’d gotten the bite but Poppy suspected a trip to the Forbidden Forest as to blame), and checked Amy Bryant to make sure her leg was properly elevated before turning to lock the door to the ward and head to bed.

However, as she approached the large metal entryway, she paused, as the left door seemed to be slowly opening of it’s own accord.

Now, Poppy wasn’t one to share the secrets of students. When it wasn’t a safety issue, she kept her mouth firmly shut. She remembered what it was like to feel the thrill of sneaking about–she’d been guilty of it far more times to count. So she absolutely knew who was opening the door like that. She just couldn’t figure out why. “Mister Potter, it is two-thirty in the morning and Mister Lupin is not even here,” she hissed towards the seemingly empty air.

After a few seconds, a head full of messy black hair with piercing hazel eyes and glasses appeared. “Oh….erm…he’s not?” James Potter’s floating head asked, his eyes full of nervousness and guilt, like he was hiding something.

“No, he isn’t, as you very well know,” Poppy replied, raising an eyebrow. 

“Can I…can I come in anyway? Maybe…visit the other students?” James asked, a small blush forming on his cheeks.

At first, Poppy wanted to tell him that she was absolutely not going to let him gallivant through the Hospital Wing at 2:30 in the morning to visit people he hardly knew. But then she saw him staring past her, his eyes glued to one figure sleeping in his bed. James was standing on his tiptoes, eyes wide with concern and longing, like he wanted more than anything to be by that bedside.

Sighing, Poppy cursed her own kindness. “Five minutes,” she mumbled, rolling her eyes.

“Thank you,” James replied gratefully, quickly rushing over to hold the hand of a sleeping Regulus Black, who had suffered a minor Quidditch injury earlier that day.

And for a moment, Poppy couldn’t help but watch and smile at the way James looked at Regulus, an adoring smile on his face, as he lifted one hand to gently tuck a strand of hair behind the sleeping boy’s ear before leaning in to softly kiss him on the cheek.

[angelkiyo]

Can we get frat boy iwaizumi headcanons?

hello! i hope i didn’t fuck this up. thank you for this request ml! <3

₊˚⊹♡ frat boy! iwaizumi, who is surprisingly smart. you’ve known him since high school— rather of him. you didn’t expect him to be in a frat and didn’t expect to be paired up with him for a partner project in your physiology class; but here you are. he was dreamy—always has been—with his beautifully tan biceps showcased in whatever tight compression shirt or polo he had on. what drove you even more crazy is the way he looks when he studies, black brow-line glasses on and pilot pen on hand. he just looked too good (your main excuse to yourself when you realize you hadn’t taken any notes and looked at him instead).

₊˚⊹♡ frat boy! iwaizumi, who had known of you since high school. you were apart of seijoh’s academic decathlon team and were as smart as a whip, and as pretty as the ladies on the magazines torū’s sister would have lying around his house. of course, he couldn’t say anything to you then due to conflicting schedules. at first, he felt a little ticked off that this was a necessary class for his major, but nevertheless, no complaints for the most part. however, saying he was nervous was an understatement when it was announced you two would work together in physiology.

₊˚⊹♡ frat boy! iwaizumi, who has a very soft spot for you once you two begin to study together. when you don’t have notes written down, he wouldn’t lecture you or give comments like he would with somebody like torū, but rather just give them with no complaint. he enjoys how you get him a snack or a drink before every study session in the library. studying with him becomes one of your favorite parts of the week. the two of you didn’t realize how much you enjoyed seeing each other, with a simple text message sending butterflies to the both of you.

₊˚⊹♡ frat boy! iwaizumi, who refuses to introduce you to the rest of the frat. “they’re so fucking loud” is one of his main comments every time you ask to study at his frat. it would be fun, but he doesn’t think so. maybe it’s because he’s actually concerned of the focus levels the two of you would have when trying to study— or maybe because he’s scared of bringing you into the lion’s den; full of horny, loud, brute-like college guys. however, it was due to said college guys that he ended up with you— with them taking the opportunity to spray paint “y/n, go out with me” on the opposing frat house’s parkway in order for him to “stop being a fucking pussy and ask her out” (much to both yours and iwaizumi’s embarrassment)

₊˚⊹♡ frat boy! iwaizumi, who likes to hold your hand on the train, rubbing circles with his thumb on the front of your hand. one of his love languages includes quality time. even if he’s in a frat, he wouldn’t go to a party unless you’d agree to go with him. the two of you would rather have a movie night at your dorm, watching whatever rom-coms you’d put on for fun. even if he isn’t the biggest fan of them, he’s your biggest fan and wouldn’t mind watching it if you like it. he loves it when you agree to go with him to the gym, talking to him while he does a bench press or if you agree to lay down on his back as he does push ups.

₊˚⊹♡ frat boy! iwaizumi, who gets surprised to find out you agree to go to a frat party. however, once you go, he doesn’t take his hands off you, with his arms around your waist as you talk to others. a little protective? yes, however— it’s to showcase to others than you’re his. especially if it’s your first time to a party. he doesn’t care for losing his winning streak at beer pong as long as you are safe from the rest of the idiots who sneak into the parties.

₊˚⊹♡ frat boy! iwaizumi, who plans a little celebration once your project got one of the top scores in the class, which also happens to be on valentine’s day. the two of you were to go to a book store and then have movie night. he adores you and your silly interests— holding the plethora of manga and other reading conquests you wanted to pursue. then after the book store, you were to head to his separate apartment away from the frat house. once you entered, you were greeted with rose petals on the floor and a display of a simple charcuterie board of your favorite snacks, roses, a photo album, and silver balloons spelling out “happy valentine’s day”. was it corny? yes, but you couldn’t help but smile and pounce at him for this pretty display of his love for you. however, he couldn’t wait to show you how much he loved you later that night.

[magix-winx-club]

More Daisies and the World is good

(non descript) reader x Daryl Dixon

Can be read as an autistic reader.

Pre-relationship, the beginning of falling for someone.

Summary: Soft kind of intimacy, like sharing a flower can feel like the world. Daryl gets gifted a flower from reader.

Trigger: Fluff, reader being a bit overwhelmed (autistic meltdown?)

If Daisies were like you, the world would be okay.

You made your way up to the Guard tower, trotting along the lush grass, which finally got a break after a heatwave that felt like it lasted for years instead of a fortnight. The rain had set in four days ago and gave the prison occupants a nice reprieve from otherwise stifling air.

You had Judy today, and once the rain had settled you took the chance to go on a little walk with her. Daryl had found her some, bright yellow rubber boots, and you had found an old raincoat that practically swallowed her whole. She looked absolutely and undeniably adorable in her little get-up. Taking wonky steps before falling flat on her butt again. She had been doing this a lot lately, seemingly impatient to finally walk and run a muck with the other kids in the prison.

You had taken Judy outside no longer worried about her getting instant heat stroke or sunburned. For the first few minutes, you held her in your arms as you sauntered the courtyard, enjoying the smell of rain in the air. Soon though, she started to wiggle and fuss wanting to walk herself. So slowly you put her on her feet, holding her hands in yours as she waddled between your legs, stumbling ever so often. She started to stumble more and more and it was clear she was exhausted. Swiftly you sat down on the damp grass, not caring if your raincoat got wet or dirty. In this world that was not only a given but what it gave even more was the hard lesson not to care about things like clean clothes. With one swoop you had Judy between your crossed legs. Immediately, she started to pull on the grass, giggling to herself as if the wet weed was the most hilarious thing she had ever seen. It made your heart ache for her, your love for the little girl was never stronger than in these moments of utter peace. So just for a moment, you allowed yourself to close your eyes, to listen to the light wind, the giggle of a sweet girl, and the smell of rain, and dirt. Softly you caress the wet grass between your fingers.

Prison life could be overwhelming with all these people so close, never real privacy, and to your shame, you found that more taxing than killing walkers. So often you had to steal away from the group into a dark grimy corridor deep in the prison just to breathe. To try and decompress. But there were times, such as these where all you needed was to sit, close your eyes, and breathe. These were the moments you cherished and no one gave you as many of these moments as a certain long-haired archer. Sometimes, you thought he needed this as much as you the tranquility of the simple things, like wet grass, the sunrise, a full moon, the sound of a stream. The small things that even after the world ended you still had, the one constant.

Soon you were pulled from your tranquility and wandering thoughts of the archer when your sweet little girl pulled on your coat. She was trying to stand up again. Chuckling you raised your arms to stabilize her. Silently you cheered her on, even though you knew Rick was already starting to be wistful of the days she could do naught but roll over. At last, Rick had nothing to worry about as the little girl plopped down again, unable to keep herself upright for long. Yet, the one thing she did master to everyone's great distress was crawling. A quick one she is. Before you knew it, she had climbed out of your lap and was crawling on the floor. You had to put a hand over your mouth not to burst out into laughter and scare the poor girl when she kept faceplanting, the coat too big and her little knees stomping on it kept her from moving efficiently.

But someone else had no qualms about it. A deep rumble, came from your left, near the cars. You paid it no mind for the first time, too focused on Judy. But once she faceplanted again, looking up with wide eyes, wet grass on her face, like she had no idea this could even happen, you heard it clear as day, a deep laugh, almost like a bark, roughened from years of smoking. Biting on your lip to keep from laughing yourself, you glanced over at Daryl. Who was watching the little girl in a display of rarely shown so openly – amusement. The look in his eyes of adoration for that girl always had your heart melting. You swore if the girl asked him to jump off a cliff, to catch her a star, or bring back dinosaurs Daryl would do everything in his power to make it come true.

A yelp snapped you out of your daydreaming. Judy was lying on the ground trying to rub the grass off her cute little face, her nose scrunched up her mouth turned downward. Before you could get up and get her someone else had scooped her up into his arms, holding her high. “Li’l Asskick, ta’en out by som’e wet grass,” he tisked. Nonetheless, he wiped her little face, with one of his bandanas, not the red one luckily or it would have seemed Carol's talk about not using that ‘raggedy’ piece of fabric for a precious girl like her would have been for nothing.

Pushing your knees up to your chest, you leaned your arms on them, watching with a stupid grin as he so sweetly cleaned off all the dirt, wetness, and grass that had made baby Judy so unhappy. You could not see her face but you knew she looked at Daryl like you looked at the stars, in wonder and amazement. You would never say it out loud but you had a feeling that Daryl was Judies favourtie.

“There ya go.” He gently put her on her feet holding onto her little hands. “Com’on let’s go to your aunty Y/N/N” You held your arms out smiling at the little girl, who made her way slowly and unsure to you. “He’e ya go,” he gently encouraged her. “And-.” He suddenly lifted her, by her arms swinging her forward into yours. “There ya’ is.” Judy squealed in delight. Bouncing up and down in your arms. “Thanks.” You smiled up to him. “Was feeling kinda lazy hoped she would start walking so she could take over my fence duty later.” You grinned at him. As per usual Daryl gave a snort instead of a laugh. The only one he laughed for was little Judy. “Goo’ luck with ‘hat.” He caressed Judy over her head before, giving you a curt nod, and returned to his bike.

Judy followed him with big eyes. “Yeah, I get it, he is your favorite. But can I at least be number too?” You turned the girl around, thinking to yourself, he is my favourit too. Before you had time to settle her in your lap, off she went. “Judy, common.” You laughed. This time she did not go very far. You thought she would try to follow Daryl, as she was heading left, but instead, she stopped at a wild daisy. She promptly gripped the flower and pulled it, lifting it up into the air. “Yes, you most certainly are the greatest scavenger among us, my sweet girl.” She gurgled as if to agree with your statement. Before she could put the flower in her mouth you took it from her, which Judy did not like one bit. She would be kicking up a fuss in no time and before her loud screaming could attract more walkers you picked her up and headed for the cell block, the flower still in your hand.

Daryl glanced up from his bike, which he was working on when Judy started to cry. He watched you pick her up with ease, that soft expression you always seemed to have on your face still there. Your gentleness calmed him, as did the kindness in your eyes and the soft-touched and reassuring smiles. He had found himself on the end of those so many times, and still, it made his heart stutter a bit. How can someone, even in this world be soft? You could take out walkers, you scavenged and were on the road all winter, never complaining. All the hardship should have given you edges but instead, it seemed like nothing could chop away at those gentle hands. He would never say it out loud, he would feel too awkward, but he admired you for that.

He watched you until you disappeared into the cellblock before continuing with his day's work. Carol watched from afar, how Daryl could not take his eyes off you, chuckling to herself. Michonne who was at a nearby fence looked at her questioningly. Carol only nodded towards the courtyard. The stoic woman let a smirk of her own slip, shaking her head: “Ten bucks, he won’t make a move until she almost dies.” Carols let out another chuckle. “Make it a bar of chocolate and I am in.”

You made your way into the Cellblock already working on calming down a fussy Judy. “Oii, I know I am so mean not letting you eat that flower. I know, I know.” You shot Rick a grin who sat with Carl playing cards. Carl shot up once he heard his sister. “I got her.” He carefully held her in his arms, Carl really was a good brother. “Don’t worry little sis, I’ll save you from your big, bad Aunty.” “Hey! I am her second favorite.” You shot back. Carl just raised a mocking eyebrow at you. “Yeah, well okay but I at least am in the Top 10.” He held that look a bit longer. “Yeah, okay fine. I’ll give you that.” Before he could give a more and more fussy Judy back, you stepped back. “Eh, eh, eh. Finders keepers.” You grinned, making your way to your cell. Rick's laugh echoing from behind. “She got you there buddy.”

You had no intention of bailing on your babysitting duty. The prison had eggectivley come up with a plan to raise Judy all together. It was the one thing everyone loved to do, so there was no shortage of helping hands. You mostly took the girl when Rick and Carl had their father son time. You thought it a good idea of Rick to take at least one afternoon every week to play cards with his son, to walk the courtyard or simple read a comic together in their cell. It had been so tough for the both of them since Lori they had to reconnect. It gave Carl the room to talk to his dad, and be a kid again. So, of course you would take Judy and never complain.

You arrived at your cell, unconsciously you put the flower on the small desk before picking up the book you were reading to Judy. Not that she understood much, but that did not matter. She still loved the different voices you made.

Quickly, you made your way to the common room again. Judy was balancing on Carl’s lap while he tried to play cards with his dad.

Swiftly you lifted the little girl from her brother. “My,” you said in a high-pitched voice, a mock surprise. “See what I found here. I think I might just keep her.” You smiled down at the little girl. “Have fun boys.” With that, you turned and made your way out of the cellblock again. Carl is ready to kick his dad's ass again with both hands-free.

You wandered to the side of one of the walls near the cars, where someone had pushed a table against the wall. Usually, it was meant for tools and all sorts for the car. But today it would be your reading spot with Judy. Even though you loved her you still felt a bit embarrassed reading out loud, especially when you did the voices. You were not the strongest when reading out loud. Often stumbling over your words and reading sentences in silence before being able to read them out loud. So a place away from the crowded seating areas was perfect. You quickly glanced up, making sure no one was there. Daryl was far enough that he would not hear but close enough if something happened. Even though I was the one often standing to the side, you knew that it helped him to know that Judy was close when she was outside. Just in case. He had not told you so much in words but you had a cat before everything, and she always happened to be in the same room as you. Not close but close enough to see you. Daryl reminded you of her, grouchy and never one for constant cuddles, but always near.

Soon the sun started to set and the baby grew restless with hunger. This also meant it was the end of your babysitting shift. Not a duty, just a shift. So you dropped her off with Rick, ready to get your food.

Clearing your throat you began to read.

It had been a good day, and you were in a peaceful mood, it did not happen often. Nowadays, tension is a constant companion. The cafeteria was buzzing with people, it slightly overwhelmed you. Noise always got to you made you nervous, or irritated, or gave you a plain old headache. That was one of the biggest struggles always having people around, the noises and movements all around you. Never still, never silent. Yet, you were in such a tranquil mood you focused on getting to the supper queue. Picking up one of the clean plates from the stack, you held it close to you, slightly rocking back and forth, focusing on one spot with your eyes. It was easier that way to tune everything out. Soon enough you were at the front of the queue. Carol shot you a smile, “Here you go.” You smiled in thanks and quickly made your way to the other side of the room, where your original people sat. Maggie, Glenn, Hershel, Carl, even Tyrese. You breathed a sigh of relief. That was always the worst part about high school. Walking through the cafeteria hoping you would find someone with whom you belong.

Hastily sitting down, you shot Maggie a smile, when she greeted you. You guessed now you belonged to the cool kids. It was ridiculous but you thought it was the coolest thing. Knowing you were part of this group of misfits who somehow were strong, and fierce, and not to be messed with as the Governor found out.

You did not talk much, just taking in the people around you, eating and laughing. While slowly shoveling food in your mouth, when you were in these moods you were slow to eat. As if you had to remind yourself not to just sit and stare at nothing but actually function.

You watched as Daryl went up to Carol who held a bag with food ready for him already. He has sidestepped the now dwindling group of people still waiting on their food. Daryl bashfully nodded at them, before grabbing Carol’s bag. He must be on guard duty, you thought. Carol always made sure to pack him some food, for up there. Looking down at your own play, you pushed the grilled vegetables around. Must be nice, to sit up there, on a ledge the night sky above you, wind slightly blowing at your face, and eat. Silent. Yes, it would just be. You could feel that odd feeling spreading through your body. The one that clogged up your throat and stopped you from speaking, pressed on your head and made every organ, vein, and muscle in your body that much heavier.

Abruptly, you stood up. Take your plate and wave goodbye to the few remaining people at your table. You knew better than to waste food. Even though you’d rather not eat right now, you might want to later. So you took your plate with you and made your way to your cell. It would be a bit more quiet here.

Once you pulled the curtain from the bars, it fell close, you let out a deep breath. Luckily, you had no more duties today, no dish cleaning, no burning the bags of trash at the backside of the prison. Nothing. For once, you could just lay in your bed and stare at the wall without feeling too guilty that this is what you were doing. The plate next to you is on the floor. You knew you would eat it later but just had to let that weird mood you sometimes got into pass. So this is what you did.

You had been staring there so long at the wall, that all semblance of sun was gone from the sky by the time you started to move. It started slow, shifting your body into a new position usually. That is when you knew you were slowly coming out of your mind again. Not long after you grabbed the plate from the floor sitting cross-legged on your bed and slowly munching on the now cold veggies. You knew if Carol saw that she would instantly heat them again. Might even go get you fresh ones, but that was Carol for you. The matriarch of this prison, was strong and cold when need be but loving and kind to those she cared for.

Slowly, the knot in your throat started to lessen and you felt yourself relax, feeling happy. Glancing over at your desk you saw the small flower from earlier. Now thinking about it you grinned, remembering seeing Judy going for Daryl but then seeing the flower. You stood up, putting the now empty plate next to the flower. Gently you lifted it, as far as you could tell it was still intact even though Judy had griped it hard when pulling the small weed out of the ground.

You quickly grabbed your trainers putting them on, together with your coat, and made your way outside. Passing some of your family that were sitting around the common room. One person still missing. You still held the flower in your hand, tucked away in your coat pocket.

Pushing open the door you felt the cold of the evening. Snuggling your coat closer to yourself, you made your way down to the Guard Tower. Carefully climbing the stairs. Even though you had come accustomed to seeing in the dark, you had no intention of taking a tumble down the stairs. So, slowly you made your way up and there he was. The man you were looking for.

He shot you a glance over his shoulder, where he was leaning against the outside railing, a cigarette in hand. Smiling at him you took a seat to his right, your back against the Guard Tower. He grunted at you in greeting as he so often did. It made you smile a little bit more, and your heart leaped a bit. How odd, that such a small thing can make you happy. He took another drag from his cigarette, his eyes scanning the trees beyond the fence. It had been a quiet day, all around and now it seemed to be a quiet night too.

You two stayed silent for a bit just enjoying the freedom of being high up, the cold air, and no danger. Finally satisfied that no herd was approaching all of a sudden, he sat down next to you. Both of your backs against the Guard Tower, and your knees bent up towards your chest. It was not the first time you had come and sat with whoever was on guard duty. Mostly, you sat inside on the makeshift mattress, buried in the blankets and reading a book, when things got too much, too loud. You liked it most when Daryl was on duty, he did not try to talk to you, satisfied to just sit for a moment. He understood that sometimes things were too much. Even though he did not understand what you meant sometimes with too loud. How can someone walking or just existing be too loud for you? But he did not ponder on it. Just accepted. So he would usually stay out on the railing while you were inside reading between the blankets.

Today, however, you were not fleeing from the pressing feeling inside you that told you everything was too much. Today you had something for Daryl. Slowly, you took your hand out of your pocket. The flower, still in hand, with its small white petals, and yellow dot in the middle. “Here.” You held it out to Daryl. He looked at you in bewilderment. “’s a daisy.” He said. Thinking you were asking about what it was, as you sometimes did with things you found. You quirked a smile. “I know.” You held it out to him. “Judy picked it for you earlier.” He looked at the small flower in your hand, and your open, honest eyes, and back to the flower. He slowly lifted his hand, scared he would destroy it with his rough wethered hands. Gently, he took the flower from your hand and you smiled at him. His expression, usually guarded, neutral, or in a scowl was gone. His lips drawn in a just there smile. “She picked it for me, hm?” There was humor in his voice. “Yeah, she wanted to follow you but guess the flower was the closest she could reach.” You said, dropping your hand. Now satisfied it was where it belonged. The notion might have been ridiculous but you truly did think Judy picked it for him. And it was not right to keep that from him. “You sayin’ I’s a flower?” He drawled. There was teasing in his voice, but also disbelief at the ridicule this was. You thought for a second before humming yes. “I would not have picked you to be a Daisy but yes. I guess so.” Sometimes Daryl wondered at the way your mind worked. But he liked that about you. The way you did not shy away from saying what you thought even if it was not what people expected. Or maybe you just did not see it that way.

He grunted: “Wha’a flower ya’s pick me for then?” Your gaze, directed towards the woods, fully focused on him now. You looked him over. Rouch and unkempt but there was something that made you think of the first warm rays of sunshine. “A Sunflower.” You grinned widely as if you had found the perfect answer. At that, he let out a big scoff. “A Sunflower.” He repeated disbelieving in his voice. He shook his head, looking at the small flower in his hand. And for some reason he found he believed you, he agreed. Judy picked this for him and it made him stupidly happy to think so. Glancing up at you he realized, you should be a Daisy. They need more of you in the world. Daisies were growing everywhere and people just walked right past. If Daisies were like you then maybe, just maybe people would stop and their lives would be better for it. They’d be happy just like he is. Sitting next to you, a Daisy in his hand. Glancing out at the world he smiled.

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⟡ ◌ .ﾟㅤ‪ ∿ FOREVER DAYDREAMING OF . . 𑁯੭ BRIAN MOSER & ANGEL! READER ˚ . 𔒌 ⊹ ۫

❜ ׄ 𓏲 au work content, female! readers race not specified, dark content ( none done to reader — ice truck killer actives ), some nsfw content.

BRIAN MOSER & ANGEL! READER who are wall-to-wall neighbors in their building. they’ve never spoken to one another longer than 5 minutes and only exchanged a couple sweet smiles when crossing paths going to their apartments. BRIAN MOSER who doesn’t let the sweet woman go unnoticed when she’s near. noting that she always gives him the most genuine farewells he’s heard from a stranger and how soft her features are before seemly forgetting about her after entering his apartment. while . . ANGEL! READER thinks “on my god, he’s a cutie” every time he sees him. adores how his hair and eyes are nearly the same deep brown and never misses an opportunity to send a short wave his way.

BRIAN MOSER & ANGEL! READER who only began to really speak to one another because brian continuously makes a lot of noise in his apartment interpreting her sleep most nights. and every time because she’s too sweet to be upset, she leads with a gentle “sorry to interrupt” and “know m’ bothering you again but . .” when asking him about turning it down a bit.

he fakes his sincerity and doesn’t bother to change his actions the first couple times she asked, keeping in mind she never really asks exactly what he’s doing unlike all the other neighbors who demand answers. until one night she comes to his door with sleepy features and a soft pout. “m’ sorry to bother you again but could you just stop for a little bit? so i can at least get into the first stage then you can continue, i swear.” he enjoys her. how she negotiates instead of out right demanding him. how she assumes the best of him, believes he’ll listen if she asks nicely enough. and for the first time, he actually quiets down.

when she comes to thank him the next morning with full eyes and asking his name he found himself giving her his real one, “brian but call me rudy” while holding out his hand. she squints at him unsure as she take his hand, “where did rudy come from?” unknown to her, he lies with a soft smile on his face, “nickname from when i was a kid.” but she believes it.

BRIAN MOSER & ANGEL! READER who’s relationship dynamic is the perfect twist of epic dreams and nightmares. the epic dreams being full of soft, deep kisses like her making him feel as though he doesn’t have to fake who he is, him giving her sweet presents with small, red, bows tied on each one or her actual gaining the nickname angel by him when he’s teasing her about something. his voice soft and low as he looks at her with dark, dreamy eyes, “come on, angel.”

while the nightmares run deep, they hold their relationship together the most because his urges prompt him to lie, he doesn’t tell her to hide them but to keep her exactly where he wants her: in his arms. when the moon is full, he brings women to his apartment and looks at them as though they’re his world until the door is shut and they have their guard down. if they get too loud when he’s strangling them he covers their mouths and whispers, “sh sh. don’t want to wake her”. keeping her in mind even in the midst of his ugres. if she comes over and hears or sees something he’s quick to make up an excuse that she’s quick to believe because he hasn’t made her believe other wise. “you promise?” he gives both her eyes the perfect amount of affection, shifting from one to the other as he swears, “promise, angel.”

jealous! brian

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Of Cheesecakes and Love

Day 11 of @bucktommyfluffebruary | Double Date | 1,393 words | on ao3

Thank you @fuselsstuff for all the support. I appreciate you 🥹🫶🏻💕

The restaurant they were in was small and cozy, the space adorned with twinkling lights, soft colors and rustic fixtures, giving it a familiar and inviting atmosphere. Tonight, it was filled with the gentle tones of an instrumental ballad, the low chatter of conversations and the soft clinks of silverware meeting plates.

Tommy sat next to Evan, with Chimney and Maddie across from them. They were already well into a bottle of wine, each of their glasses at varying levels of fullness as they settled comfortably into conversation, enjoying their night off, free from the stresses of their jobs.

Despite the ample space at the table, Evan leaned into Tommy, close enough that their shoulders brushed with every small movement. Tommy rested a hand on Evan’s knee beneath the table, idly stroking circles against it.

Every so often, he’d glance at Evan and catch him already looking back. Each time their eyes met, Evan would smile widely before diving back into whatever argument he had going with Howie.

As Evan argued the importance of walking barefoot, he absently reached for Tommy’s hand beneath the table.Their fingers found each other easily, slotting in a way that was completely effortless for them—like second nature. Tommy smiled softly, giving Evan’s hand a small squeeze before bringing it up to his lips and pressing a lingering kiss against his knuckles, fully aware of how much it always affected Evan.

And right on cue, Evan faltered mid-sentence, slightly stuttering over his explanation before entirely giving up on it. He blinked at Tommy before pouting, “okay, that’s not fair.”

Tommy cocked his head to the side, feigning ignorance. “What?”

Evan huffed, pinching Tommy’s hand lightly in retaliation. “You know what,” he said accusingly.

Tommy chuckled, thoroughly enjoying the pink climbing up Evan’s ears. He leaned in slightly, murmuring just for him, “You’re cute when you get flustered.”

Evan groaned, ducking his head, but his happy smile gave him away.

Tommy was so taken with Evan he almost missed the amused looks they were getting from across the table.

Maddie watched them knowingly. Howie, on the other hand, groaned.

“You two are disgustingly sweet.” he declared, shaking his head in mock dismay. “Maddie and I have never been this bad.”

Maddie snorted. “Oh, I beg to differ. We were the cutest.”

“Yeah,” Evan added with a grin. “I seem to recall a few nauseating moments.”

Maddie shot Evan a pointed look while Chimney scoffed. “Hey. That’s slander.”

Evan only shrugged impishly, before shifting even closer into Tommy’s space, Tommy turned his head and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to Evan’s forehead—partly because he always wanted to, partly because he loved the dazed expression Evan always wore afterward, and mostly to mess with Howie.

Evan barely contained his grin before Maddie clasped her hands together and cooed, “Awwww.”

Evan groaned, cheeks turning pink again. “Maddie, stop.”

Tommy just chuckled, entirely unbothered, squeezing Evan’s knee under the table, before settling his hand on his boyfriend’s thigh. He enjoyed the way Evan all but melted under his touch, watching as he tried to wave off the teasing but was clearly eating up every second of it.

He liked seeing Evan like this—cheeks flushed, eyes twinkling and a bright smile on his face.

Evan tilted his head, catching the way Tommy was looking at him. “What?”

Tommy just shook his head, a smile playing at his lips. “I love you”

Evan ducked his head, smiling softly. “I love you too.”

Maddie sighed happily. “Aren’t they adorable?”

Chimney rolled his eyes. “Actually, I’m losing my appetite.” But he couldn’t hide how pleased he was for them.

They all laughed, falling back into easy conversation, sharing stories and reminiscing.

At some point, Chimney excused himself to the bathroom.

Tommy had been enjoying the last few bites of their dessert, but now he was left with a disappointingly empty plate, his fork pushing at the last remnants of caramel drizzle.

Evan, of course, noticed. “You want another one?”

Tommy’s knee-jerk reaction was to say no, briefly thinking of previous relationships that had been overly critical of his love of sweets. “I’m good.”

Evan leveled him with a knowing look. “Tommy.” He was getting good at seeing past Tommy’s reactions, understanding them.

Still, Tommy tried to fake nonchalance. “What?”

But Evan wasn’t having it. He leaned in, his lips ghosting over Tommy’s ear as he murmured, “I love you, but you’re a terrible liar.”

Tommy huffed, about to protest when Evan suddenly grabbed his chin and kissed him—slow and sweet. It was just a soft press of his lips but it stole the words right from his mouth.

By the time Evan pulled back, Tommy had lost his train of thought.

Evan, brat that he was, smirked—brushing his thumb across Tommy’s cheek. “Babe, it’s okay if you want another. I’ll be right back.”

Tommy sighed, warmth spreading through him. He was incredibly touched at the way Evan always eased his worries—the way he helped him fight against the hurts of his past without even knowing it.

As he watched Evan walk away, all he could think was, I’m completely gone for this man—and he was very okay with that.

Maddie didn’t bother pretending she hadn’t been watching them as she sipped her wine. She wore a small, pleased smile as if she were watching her favorite movie

“I’m glad you two worked things out.”

Tommy lowered his gaze, stomach dropping at the thought of the breakup. Suddenly, he was afraid Maddie would reproach him for what he’d done—for breaking her little brother’s heart. And he’d deserve it. His fingers toyed nervously with the edge of the tablecloth as he braced himself for it. But, it never came. He looked up at her, only to find a gentle smile on her lips and a twinkle in her eyes so similar to Evan’s.

He exhaled hard. “I really love him.”

“I know.”

Tommy hesitated before adding, “I didn’t mean to hurt him…before.”

Maddie reached across the table, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “We never do.” She paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. “But, what matters is—you came back, and you stayed. And you’re showing Evan that you love him every single day.”

They shared a quiet, understanding look—two people who had hurt and been hurt, yet had still somehow found their way back to love.

“You trying to move in on my wife, Kinard?” Chimney’s joking voice sounded from behind him as he sat at the table again. His eyes darted between them in mock suspicion.

“After I trusted you,” he said, shaking his head dramatically.

“Yes, Howie. We were just planning on running away together,” Tommy answered dryly.

Chimney sighed. “Unbelievable.”

Just then, Evan returned, sliding into his seat. He placed a plate with caramel cheesecake in front of Tommy, grinning proudly.

“Who’s running away?” he asked, glancing between them in confusion.

Chimney gestured vaguely. “Our dear partners are planning an escape together.”

Evan hummed as though giving it real thought. Then with an easy grin, he shrugged. “Nah. Tommy’s not leaving me. I got him dessert.”

Tommy chuckled, offering Maddie an apologetic look. “Sorry, Maddie. He’s got a point. Evan knows the way to my heart.”

Maddie laughed. “Can’t be mad about that.” She turned to Chimney, raising an eyebrow. “And what about you?”

Chimney scoffed, placing a hand over his chest. “What—you want me to bribe you? My undying devotion isn’t enough?”

Maddie laughed. “Oh, come here, you,” she said, pulling Chimney into a kiss.

Evan pulled a face at that but then switched his attention to Tommy. “How's the cheesecake?”

Tommy picked up his fork, cutting a small piece before offering it to Evan, loving the way his eyes lit up at the gesture. It had become their thing. Evan wasn’t a huge fan of desserts so they always chose to share. And without fail, Tommy always gave him the first taste.

Evan closed his eyes and let out a small moan at the taste.

Tommy knew his expression had to be fond—completely in love.

Evan’s eyes opened, his face softening as he looked at Tommy.

“Perfect,” he murmured.

Yes, thought Tommy, as he took his own bite.

Perfect.

Just like the night.

Like this family.

Like the man beside him.

Like them.

[miniwheat77]

V-Day. (141 x Reader.)

!nsfw, smut, p in v sex, oral sex (m!receiving), protected sex, gang bang, NO MINORS!

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY LOVES! (and Birthday if you’re a v-day baby🥺) If I could get every single one of you a valentine I would 🫶🥰

The task force sees how upset you are on holidays.

You’ve got no family and no other friends outside of the task force so around the holidays you tend to get a little reclusive. Sometimes they’ll try to do nice things for you but most of the time they don’t have the opportunity to. When you’re out on a base in the middle of a warzone, ordering things in and going to stores isn’t exactly ideal.

They notice of all of the holidays, Christmas and Valentines Day seem to be the hardest ones of all for you.

They’ve managed to help raise your spirits on Christmas by brining in a fake little tree and making ornaments out of plain lined paper and dental floss. They even found a couple markers or pens around base so you could color them. At least it gave you something to do as a task force but you were out of luck on Valentine’s Day.

None of the men were married or in a relationship and truth be told, Valentine’s Day wasn’t as important to them. But it was to you and they knew it.

The only thing Captain Price could do, was get everyone off duty for the day.

The four of them had crossed paths a couple of times. Working out, doing paperwork, cleaning up their own spaces. That was it. But they noticed none of them seen you.

“Poor things probably just sitting in her room like usual.” They mumble.

After another hour or so, you reappear out of nowhere while they’re sitting in the mess hall, making small talk.

“Ah, finally out to join us?”

“Yeah, I made you something.” You smile.

“What?”

“Yeah, I saved it for this year since we had nothing last year..” you mumble.

You’d made little handmade cards each specialized for them and attached a candy to it.

“Well now I feel bad because we didn’t get you anything dove..” Captain Price mumbles. “That’s not what this is about. Holidays are about giving. Anyways, I have to go finish cleaning up my room before I forget. Happy Valentines Day!” You smile, turning around and making your way back to your room.

Captain Price sighs.

None of them have any idea what to do. They have nothing on base that they can give you.

“You know.. I have an idea.” Johnny mumbles.

“Might be a bit crazy but.. it just might make her feel better.” He smiles nervously.

They make a plan, each of them needed to go find something and bring it back to the table to present with for the plan.

Gaz hurried outside, he would feel bad for messing up the rose bush outside because he knows how much you adore it (since it IS the only one around) but you’d just have to forgive him later. They’re a magenta color, which he thinks you’ll like. He makes sure to go for the roses that aren’t as full, on the back and on the bottom of the bush. He uses his pocket knife to cut the heads off, keeping them in tact. It still looks pretty when he’s done.

Johnny goes around base searching for those unscented tea lights laying around for when the power is out. He manages to find an entire bag of them in a back office. Scoring when he finds a random striker too.

Captain Price heads for his own office where he knows he’s got paper, using a few pieces to thicken it up and a stapler to make a makeshift card. He’s even got one single piece of red paper, cutting tiny hearts out of it and taping them onto the white card. His time as a Captain and all of the paperwork he’s had to do has really helped his cursive. Making sure to give the others the opportunity to add something they’d like before signing it from all of them.

Ghost tore his entire room apart looking for a photo to put into the card. He knew he had it lying around and it took him a good white to find it buried inside of a drawer, but he does find it. It’s a photo of the entire task force. The five of you standing all together just before a mission, in full gear. It’s something he’s cherished but he has a copy at home.

“Y/N, page back.” Captain Price calls.

“Copy sir.”

“Keep getting an alert from the southeast gate, you mind checking it out with me?”

“Not at all sir.”

“Great, I’ll meet you out there.” He calls back. When you meet him at the door, their plan goes into effect. The other 3 men hustle to get everything in to place as quickly as possible. You’d just finished cleaning your room so it was perfect timing really. You don’t get fully dressed to go which he understands, but he finds it cute what you’re wearing anyways.

“Captain, page back.” Gaz mumbles. He’s out of breath. “Copy.”

“Where at?”

“Heading in now.”

You don’t find it strange, they call back all of the time.

When you turn the corner, you freeze. You see the candlelight first. “What is that?” You ask. You’re curious, approaching it. Captain nearly laughs, noticing your hand on your sidearm at first. The military taught strange reactions. You relax when you see the rose petals. The other 3 stand just outside your door. “What is all of this?”

“It’s a thank you, for being such a huge part of this task force. There’s more inside, go on.” Captain Price smiles. “It’s more than you deserve, but it’s all we got for now.”

You move closer, opening up your door. That’s when you see the little card sitting on your bed. You smile.

You pick it up, opening it up and reading the note that each of them had left you. You look at the small picture last, seeing it’s them.

“This is really sweet, you didn’t have to do all of this.” You smile, turning back at them.

“We’ve got another thing, something important. Sit down.” Soap mumbles, pushing you back slightly onto your bed. “Close your eyes.”

You look up at him skeptically but do it anyways. Your hands sit in your lap. He touches your chin with his fingertips, tilting your head up slightly. He gives it another second before pressing his lips to yours.

You jump back, stunned. “Woah- what are-“ he smiles, hushing you.

“Nothing to be afraid of lass.” He pushes your hair out of your face. “Valentine’s Day is where you show those you love how much you care about them. That's what we're going to do. Just relax.”

You swallow hard, looking around at each of them around the room, all eyes are you. "No need to be nervous, just close your eyes."

You do it, trying your best to stay relaxed as he kisses you again. He grasps the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. You raise your arms up to make it easier for him. Once your shirt is off, everyone in the room starts to get undressed. You can't see it, but you can hear the fabric and bodies movies, belts unbuckling and hitting the floor.

What the hell had you gotten yourself into?

You open your eyes, seeing that they're all shirtless, nothing but hairy, fit bodies around you. Your heart starts to race in your chest. This was a lot. What exactly did they plan to do?

Captain Price chuckles, now having taken Johnny's place in front of you. He forces your chin up to look at him. "If you're nervous and don't want to do this, you don't have to." He smiles. "You always have a choice, remember that."

You nod your head, taking in a deep breath. "I'm okay. Just nervous." You look up at him, he helps you to stand up, sliding your pants down your legs for you. Helping you step out of them by taking your hand to steady you.

What a gentleman.

"Go ahead and get on the bed darling."

The candles are illuminating the room, the light is still on but it's already dim. You move up the bed, still making an attempt to cover yourself.

Captain Price moves himself between your legs, he'd taken his boxers off, same as everyone else. You see him tear something open with his teeth, surprised when you realize it's a condom. You wonder where on earth he'd gotten it.

Now the four massive men stood completely naked in front of you and this wasn't a joke. This was really going to happen.

He takes your gaze away from everyone else by drawing his fingertips up your exposed opening, gathering wetness on his fingers and gliding up over your clit, the gasp gathers everyone's attention. They were nervous too, just far better at hiding it.

They're all looking at you, seeing how your eyebrows move into each other, mouth parting in pleasure as he touches you. He rubs gentle circles over you, the more aroused you are the more wet you'll be. You're going to need it to be able to take all four of them. He pushes a finger into you, hearing you gasp at the intrusion, moving a hand to grip his wrist as he starts to finger you. His fingers are long. He moves them through you, curling them slightly with eat thrust, searching for that spot inside of you. The others watch as he searches for it.

When he finds it, you tilt your head back with a moan, resting your head on the pillow. The mewl that leaves your lips is promising, each of them now know exactly what to do to please you.

He draws his fingers back, smiling when he realizes how fast your heart is beating. Hopefully he didn't get you too close. You still had a long ways to go.

He adjust you, tilting you just slightly to the side, raising your hip up just slightly. That special place inside of you was about to be battered by the four men. Because not only are they attempted, but obsessed with pleasing you.

He grips his cock, the first you'll feel tonight. He glides the tip over your opening to gather your arousal on him before he sinks inside of you. You gasp when he fills you. Cock pressing right up against that spot, he could feel your heart beating from your touch alone. That knot was already beginning to form in your belly.

You feel hands on you and it draws you back down to earth. Ghost is at your side, running his fingertips over the skin on your right arm to soothe you. Johnny moves to the other side, doing the same to your left.

You realize that Gaz is at the head of your bed, nearly standing over you.

He lowers himself, helping to brush your hair out of your face. "You're doing so good for us." He breathes. You clench your eyes closed, felling your Captain bury himself into you once more. The two to your left and right gasp at the same time, feeling your hands reaching for them. The feel of your touch on their cocks is enough to draw a moan from each of them.

Kyle takes a deep breath when you reopen your eyes, looking up at him. He stands up, almost knowing what it is that you want.

You take his cock into your mouth, tonguing the tip at first. You tease him for a minute before taking him further down. He can see your throat bulge because of his intrusion and suddenly his orgasm isn't too far off.

John keeps a steady pace, he knows you'll take a lot more than just him tonight and he doesn't want to be too rough with you. You feel good wrapped around him, tight. The eagerness he had felt before already had him on edge. He knew he wouldn't last long. Which was in your favor considering. He just wanted to draw at least one orgasm out of you.

He rocks his hips into you, perfect pace. Right into that spot.

He draws circles into your clit until you're right at the edge of pure bliss, toppling over the edge. You draw away from Kyle when you cum, crying out. You attempt to close your legs but he keeps them open, keeping his slow pace and riding your high out. Groaning out when he reaches his own. He closes his eyes, riding it out with another couple thrusts.

When he reopens them he pulls out of you, seeing your orgasm at the base of his cock. He can only wonder how good you'd feel raw.

He draws himself away, moving to your chair in the corner of the room, lighting a cigar as Simon takes his place. You swallow hard, looking down at him. He rolls a condom over the tip of his cock, same as your Captain had. "You alright to keep going?" He looks up at you. You nod.

You don't want to let your Lieutenant down. He does the same to you. Slight tilting your hips, moving you in another way. You can only imagine it's to reach that spot inside.

They were so attentive.

He thrusts into you, you tilt your head back with a sigh. He's slightly more rough than Captain Price but you can easily tell they're being gentle. You can only imagine how rough they could be if they really wanted.

You take Kyle back into your mouth, moving your hand up the shaft of Johnny's cock. Keeping them both stimulated. It's hard to focus with Simon thrusting into you, but you do it.

He pushes your legs up slightly, reaching even deeper. You moan around Kyle, hearing him groan at the vibrations from you. He knew once he felt your walls around him that he wasn't going to last long.

Your right hand is free now, you use it to draw circles into your own clit which surprises them. Considering that you had just cum. You're gentle with it.

Simon keeps a steady pace just as his Captain had. Working himself into his own orgasm but focusing on you too. You weren't just any girl to them. You were important and they weren't here to use you.

You draw away from Kyle and he moves to your side again, moving his face to be level with yours. "Why don't you take a look at what he's doing hm?"

You swallow hard, raising yourself up onto your elbows. Johnny moves to your other side, lips by your other ear.

"He's stretching you so much. You're taking a lot. More than we thought you could." Kyle smiles. He hears you take in a sharp breath at a particularly hard thrust from Simon. He was getting sloppy with it. Seeing the lost look in your eyes is drawing him close.

"Your body is taking us so well darling. We knew you would."

You look up, eyes snapping to Ghosts and he gets chills down his spine at the look you're giving him.

"Happy Valentines Day, Y/N." It leaves Simon's lips and you can barely see his mouth move behind his mask. He doesn't expect you to cum.

You moan out, closing your eyes as you reach another orgasm, this one more intense than the first. Your clit throbs as you draw your hand away from it, nearly crying at the overstimulation. "Oh fuck!" Simon gasps, feelling you tense around him, pulsing with each beat of your heart.

He clutches your thigh harder than he intends when he finishes, eyes rolling back into his head when fills the condom. You gasp, feeling the warmth of it. How the hell were you going to do this another two times? You don't know where he's off to when he pulls away.

"M'kinda close already from your mouth darling, don't laugh when I don't last." Kyle jokes. You give him a lazy smile. You didn't see it, but he's got a condom on. You flinch when he slides into you. "You alright?" He asks, looking up at you. You nod your head. "If it's too much, we'll stop."

You smile at him. "I'm alright Kyle. Thank you." You breathe. Kyle had length on the rest of them, reaching parts of you untouched. You were already sensitive before, but knew you'd be pushing your body to the limits with him. You can't cum four times, surprised by the fact that they've even gotten two so close together. Your eyes water as he starts in, thrusting into you. He can't be as rough because he doesn't want to hurt you.

You've already taken so much. Soap cups your breasts, you tilt back to take him into your mouth. You surprise him.

He gasps when you take him down, sucking at the tip of his cock before taking him further down "Your lips look so pretty wrapped around me." He breathes, pinching one of your nipples between his fingers, hearing you gasp. You glide your hand up to entwine your fingers with Johnny's and he doesn't draw back, letting you clutch onto him.

You can tell how close Kyle is by how he starts to shake. His hands shake as he rests them on your thighs. His pants are uneven.

His face contorts in pleasure, teeth gritted and bared as he finishes deep into the condom, this time you can feel the force of his orgasm against your walls. You gasp out at the feeling.

You draw away from Johnny and he's quick to take Kyle's place. You couldn't take much more and he knew it. That's why he's going last.

Johnny is the best at being affectionate. At making love.

He slides the condom down around himself. Like the others had.

He pushes you up further on the bed, entering you much slower than the others, even going as far to give you a moment to adjust to him before he moves. You look up at him, almost as if giving him the approval to move. He draws back and thrusts into you, seeing you flinch slightly. He was really deep and you were overstimulated already.

"You think you can give me one more darling?" He smiles. You shake your head. "I don't know Johnny. It's a lot." You pant. Your eyes are already watery but he keeps his pace. "I think you can, lass. You've done so well for me. Done so good." He breathes. "One more doll. Just one. Focus on me."

He lowers himself to hover over you. Using his body weight on top of you to keep you grounded. "Johnny?"

"Hm?"

"Will you kiss me again?"

He doesn't respond, just presses his lips to yours. He's surprisingly a really good kisser, lips moving with yours.

You don't know why you're reacting to him like you are but just his kiss alone has that knot forming once more. You know this one may even hurt. He draws away, brushing your hair out of your face. "You feel so fucking good around me. You are so tight." He breathes. "You're doing so good darling, got me so close already." He bites his lip, trying to contain his moans.

He was getting close but he wants one more from you. Just one more.

He grasps your hand, bringing it up to your clit. "I can't Johnny, too much."

"Try for me doll. Just once."

You flinch when you touch your own clit. Thighs shivering as you ghost over it with your fingertips. You're so close.

The others hear your cry from just outside the door, cheeks turning pink at just the sound of you.

Johnny groans when you pulse around him, tears stream from you eyes and he finishes just in time as you push him away. It was nearly too much.

He finishes with a grunt, letting his high take over him.

When he comes down from it, he moves himself from on top of you.

You're panting out, tears still streaming from your eyes as you settle down. You've taken a lot tonight and they know it. But they just wanted to show you what you meant to them.

"I'll help you get cleaned up. give me a sec." He breathes, moving to get dressed and draping a blanket over you so that he could carry you to the showers. He knows once you're clean you'll fall asleep quick. While you're gone, the others help clean up the mess of rose petals and candles, changing your sheets for you as well.

Best Valentines Day ever.

[m4rv3l-girl]

Bucky x reader in a relationship but noone knows👀

After Bucky Caught up with this year's technology thanks to you and Tony, he mastered the selfie and taking random photos of alpine, whether it's with you or him sending you updates throughout the day! After a few months of keeping your relationship hidden, bucky uploads a photo of him getting ready for one of Tony's parties, and in the bed behind him there's a pair of women's legs(reader) and everyone is trying to figure out who it is! And when you&bucky turn up to tonys party fashionably late, they slowly start to figure it out and everyone starts asking questions about you both but bucky just says that he wants to spend the night dancing away with his doll! And spends the night with you in his arms dancing and when he isn't dancing wirh you he always has his eyes on you, admiring you🥹

Based on this photo: https://www.instagram.com/share/p/_qa-csZfu

Evidence

Bucky x Y/N

Warnings: None, just fluff!

Bucky Barnes had long mastered the art of keeping secrets. A lifetime of espionage, coded messages and covert operations had trained him well.

But nothing at all compared to the delicate art of keeping you a secret.

It had started off as a mutual agreement. With the team’s habit of meddling, Tony’s ever-pressing need for gossip, and Sam’s endless teasing, you and Bucky had decided to keep your relationship under wraps - for a little while, at least. It was a game at first, slipping past the team unnoticed, brushing hands under the table, and sharing stolen kisses behind closed doors. But then, as the months passed, the secret became something precious, something just for the two of you.

The relationship had formed in the quiet moments, the ones no one else was around to witness. Late nights in the kitchen, when you’d both found yourselves restless and unable to sleep, standing side by side as you made tea and whispered about everything and nothing at all. Afternoons in the training room, where teasing jabs turned into full-blown sparring matches, and Bucky - though more than capable of winning - let you pin him down, just to see the victorious look in your eye.

Then there were the mornings. The ones where Bucky woke before the sun, only to stay in bed a little longer, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest. He still had nightmares, but waking up with you beside him made them feel less suffocating. The warmth of your body against his was enough to ground him, to remind him that he was here, now, and not lost in a past he couldn’t change.

You had a way of making things feel lighter, easier. You made him laugh - really laugh, the kind of deep, rumbling sound that felt foreign to him for so long. You made him feel human, whole, wanted.

And in return, Bucky adored you in ways he didn’t know he was capable of. He was careful with you, always aware of how much strength he held, but he also indulged you in the little things - the way you liked your coffee, the books you loved to reread, the songs you hummed absentmindedly while cooking. He paid attention, memorized it all, stored it away in the part of his mind he refused to let Hydra steal from him.

Maybe that’s why the secret lasted as long as it did - because it wasn’t just a secret, it was your secret.

Bucky had come a long way since stepping into this new world. Thanks to Tony’s tech lessons and your patient guidance, he had fully embraced modern-day conveniences. His biggest triumph? The front-facing camera. Selfies had become his thing. Not the social-media-influencer kind, but the ‘random snapshots of Alpine’ kind. Photos of her curled up beside him, stretching in the sun, or the occasional picture of you next to him when you weren’t looking, often followed by a cheeky text: stunning, doll.

But tonight, completely by accident, he blew your cover.

The selfie wasn’t supposed to be evidence. It was just Bucky being Bucky. He had suited up for one of Tony’s extravagant parties, wearing one of those sleek, dark suits that made him look like he belonged in a black-and-white film

He’d snapped a quick photo in the mirror of his bedroom, looking sharp and effortless, hair neatly tucked back, the metal of his vibranium arm catching the light just right. It was a rare moment of vanity, and he thought ‘why not?’

So he uploaded it.

Within minutes, the Stark Tower group chat was in chaos.

Bucky stared at his phone, his face frozen in something between amusement and horror.

He had been so focused on checking the lighting, the angle, and the damn tie that he hadn’t noticed the very obvious evidence of you in his bed. The blanket had slipped just enough to reveal a pair of very recognizable bare legs—the unmistakable confirmation that Bucky Barnes was, indeed, not sleeping alone.

He glanced over his shoulder where you were still stretched out on the bed, scrolling through your phone. “Uh… we might have a problem.”

You looked up and frowned. “What kind of problem?”

Wordlessly, he turned the screen to you.

You blinked. Then, you gasped. Then, you laughed - a full, delighted, eyes-sparkling kind of laugh that made his chest ache in the best way.

“Oh, Hun,” you grinned, taking his phone to read the messages, “you really did it this time.”

A flurry of frantic thoughts raced through Bucky’s mind as he raked his fingers through his hair. He wasn’t ashamed of your relationship, not in the slightest. If anything, he was proud of the way you made him feel human again, proud that you had chosen him of all people. But after months of keeping things low-key, this wasn’t how he had planned for the world - or rather, the most nosy people in the world - to find out.

“What do we do?” he muttered, pacing the room as you continued laughing, sprawled lazily on the bed.

“Well,” you mused, tapping your chin in mock thoughtfulness, “we could deny, deny, deny.”

Bucky gave you a look. “Doll.”

“Or,” you continued, grinning at his exasperation, “we could own it. Show up to the party like we planned, act completely unbothered, and let them squirm.”

He stopped pacing, considering. The idea of watching Tony and Sam try to pry information out of him while he coolly deflected every attempt? That was tempting.

“I like the way you think,” he admitted, sitting on the edge of the bed beside you.

You sat up, curling your legs underneath you. “Besides, it’s not like we’re doing anything wrong.”

Bucky smiled, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Nope. Just keeping what’s ours, ours.”

You leaned into his touch, your voice softer now. “Exactly.”

With that, you stood, stretching before grabbing his tie and fixing it properly. Bucky watched you, admiring the way you fit so seamlessly into his life. Maybe the secret had been fun while it lasted, but deep down, a part of him was relieved. The world would know now. And that was okay because you weren’t just anyone.

You were his.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, murmuring, “Let’s go give ‘em something to talk about.”

By the time you both arrived at the party, fashionably late, as planned. The curiosity in the air was palpable. Conversations hushed the second Bucky stepped into the grand Stark Tower ballroom, all eyes scanning him for clues. But it was when you followed him inside, your hand effortlessly slipping into his, that everything clicked.

Sam, holding a drink, nearly choked on it. Steve, ever the gentleman, tried to hide his smirk. Natasha only raised an eyebrow in amusement, while Tony clapped his hands together with a ‘Finally!’ that made half the room turn.

“Oh, this is rich,” Sam announced, pointing at you both. “Barnes, you sneaky bastard.”

Bucky, completely unfazed, only pulled you closer. “Took you long enough to figure it out.”

“Not my fault you decided to upload evidence.”

Tony was already pouring champagne, grinning from ear to ear. “This calls for a toast. To Bucky and his very, very poorly hidden romance!”

You rolled your eyes, leaning into Bucky’s side. “Well, we hid it for long enough, didn’t we?”

He kissed your temple, whispering, “You okay, doll?”

You smiled up at him, squeezing his hand. “More than okay.”

And then, Bucky made a decision. He could entertain the team’s interrogation, let them pry into the little details of how this all started or he could do what he truly wanted to do tonight.

With a smirk, he turned to the crowd. “I’d love to stay and chat,” he announced smoothly, “but I have plans.”

Tony raised an eyebrow. “And what plans might those be, Tin Man?”

Bucky pulled you toward the dance floor, his grip firm yet gentle. “Spending the night dancing with my girl.”

And just like that, the world faded away.

The music swelled around you both, a slow, romantic tune that set the perfect rhythm for the way Bucky held you in his arms. His hand rested at the small of your back, his vibranium fingers tracing delicate patterns against the fabric of your dress. You melted into him, your head resting against his shoulder as he swayed you across the dance floor.

“You really don’t care that they know now?” you asked softly, looking up at him.

Bucky shook his head, a rare, carefree smile gracing his lips. “Nah. Kinda nice, actually. No more sneaking around. Just you and me, doll.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest, an undeniable swell of love for this man who had once hidden in the shadows, and now stood in the light - completely, unapologetically yours.

For the rest of the night, Bucky barely let you go. When you weren’t dancing, he had an arm around you, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair, his gaze never drifting far from you. And when the party eventually calmed down and Tony, drunk on champagne, grumbled about needing more drama in his life. Bucky only pulled you in for one last dance, his lips ghosting over your ear as he murmured,

“Best night ever.”

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Hope you enjoyed the fluff, My Dear! 🫶

[mahyuume]

CAPABLE OF LOVE!

— synopsis. the ways he proofs being capable of showing love!

pairing. various!haikyuu, jjk, bllk, mha, windbreaker x reader | genre. romance, fluff, crack.

reminders. I’m posting after a suuuper long break, hope you guys like this! | mlist

I THINK I NEED I NEED A PICTURE, is something you’ve said countless times to your boyfriend (who will one day be your husband) then proceeding to whip out any kind of device capable of taking a photo. Currently, is happening right now.

“Baby, we need a picture, again!” You gleam at him, the look on his face already dreading the next fifty photos going to be taken; exhausted from taking the last hundred— or maybe more than that photos. But, reluctantly, he agrees. “Fine, but this is the last time,” the boy sighs then flashes his award winning smile. Just in time for- click! that. Now holding the freshly printed Polaroid, he takes a look at your face instead of the physical copy of you both.

Staring at the facial features adorned on you, he sees no flaws whatsoever. He stares at your eyes; shiny but with the hints of clear joy. Lips— he’s kissed them multiple times, but never got over how soft and plush they felt. Always wondered how you do it.

“Are you even listening to me?” You turned your head to him, giving him a small frown. He snaps back into his senses from you cutting his train if thought; now darting back at your eyes, then lips again. “Sorry,” he clears his throat, trying to get rid of all the mushy thoughts in his head. “What were you saying?” Giving a small huff, you re-explain why you both need so many photos. But truth be told, he wasn’t listening one bit. Okay, just a little, but your face is something he could look at for hours. The look of love is real when it comes to him, due to the fact that he always manages to accidentally ignore you; all while adoring you.

As voices drown out, he thinks about adding this new photo to the heart shaped Polaroid collection in his room. Cracks out a stupid smile, then further proves to be undeniably whipped for you.

TOBIO KAGEYAMA, MEGUMI FUSHIGURO, NAGI SEISHIRO, RIN ITOSHI, KUNIGAMI RENSUKE, SHOTO TODOROKI, NEITO MONOMA.

‘CAUSE IT’S NEVER ENOUGH! Is what your boyfriend says almost if not every-time he gifts you things. His reasoning is always “just because” and that he truly meant it when he said if he could give you the whole world, he would. And what I just relayed out for you to process, plays out in your daily life. And is, right now.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Repeated sounds of the doorbell chiming in your ear, you smile as you already know who’s behind the door while opening it for your love. But this time like most, it’s not your love facing you. It’s a big teddy bear that’s twice his size. You’re even surprised a thing like that could fit into his car!

“And who is this for?” You question him, a silly one at that. “Some cute girl I met.” He responds but not so clearly since the bear completely hides his figure besides the arms of his holding it up, drowning in the big fluffy stuffy. You roll your eyes at his answer, “Oh? Come in and tell me all about her.” Entertaining him, you take the legs of the bear and help him inside. And oh my, it was pretty heavy. But no surprise your super strong fiancé could lift it without a sweat.

“I would but…” “But?” “I have more things for the pretty girl inside my car,” he looks over at you with a stupid smile. “If you don’t mind.” He says while walking away back to the front door in a seemingly rush.

Coming back, his hands and arms are full of designer goods, and some even being valentine gifts. Talk about a man who can treat!

“You got me all this?” A gasp leaves your pretty lips as he stares at them, it making him smile in return too. “Yup.” Helping him get the bags, he watches you with a dumb look that makes you wanna slap him for being such a mushy lover. Of course, in a good way!

Opening your early valentine gifts, each one never failed to surprise you and leave you even more grateful for the man watching and recording your reactions. He points to the Nekta bag next to you. In the video, you’re surrounded by countless luxury brands but he decides to point out a specific one.

“Open that one baby.” He smirks behind the camera, watching your face twist into one of excitement and shying away from the camera. “Why? What’s in here?” You say as your paid for nails on hands reach for the Nekta bag. Opening it, there’s many boxes to choose from. You’re not sure which he meant. “Which one?” He points to a small one, the tiniest out of the bunch.

Unraveling the box and seeing the message, cluelessly, you didn’t notice how your boyfriend set down the phone and got down on one knee.

‘Look in front of you dummy.’ You read aloud then looked up. And there he was, holding the missing ring from the box, proposing to you with it.

“Will you marry me?”

HAJIME IWAIZUMI, SATORU GOJO, SAE ITOSHI, REO MIKAGE, KATSUKI BAKUGOU.

TO SEE YOU SMILING IN MY MIND is a memory you often hear being told over and over again by your boyfriend. His dreams of you both are beyond romantic or very dramatic, there’s really no in between.

By far the most exaggerated thing he’d ever say is something about how you two turned into fishes and lived a happy life together swimming around the ocean, avoiding sharks and fishermen. But this time, it’s quite different.

Ding! Ding! Your phone goes off at 7:35pm, right as you’re getting ready for bed or doing whatever it is. Checking what notified you, a smile lit across your face as you read your boyfriend’s display name.

Weird random: Babe

Weird random: I had another dream call me rn it’s so important

Giggling and mentally calling him a weirdo, you read the messages in-app then click the Video Call option.

“Oh my gosh baby, you won’t believe what I dreamt of.” Is what you hear your boyfriend say from the audio of your phone that’s now prompt up on a water glass as a substitute for a stand. “What’d you predict this time?” You cheekily asked him as he closes the space between his device and face; now a super close up of him is in your screen.

You’re not complaining though. He’s in one of those hoodies you promised yourself to ‘borrow’ one of these days and has messy bed hair, which tells you he just woke up from a nap.

“Okay so like, it’s me and you right,” he settles his phone down somewhere around his house, now making hand motions like a story teller. “Mhm.” “We’re having this cute date and stuff right.” “And?” “And then like, you look so beautiful. Like so, like, just so beautiful that flowers bloom when you walk near them type of beautiful!”

Laughing at his silly compliment, it doesn’t fail to make your cheeks turn a pink hue. “You’re so corny I swear…” it’s his turn to laugh at your comment, “Come on girl, don’t tease me like that.” His voice suddenly turns into one more of a softer beat, “hurts my feelings.” He says as he puts a hand on his heart, seemingly clutching it. Rolling your eyes at your favorite boy, he continues on with his story- dream. His dream.

“Then boom, some random dude comes up to you and goes like ‘hey you’re pretty’ and I’m like ‘dude back off’ and then we get into a fight in order to see who wins your love.” At this point he was just background music as you did your night routine. “Babe, are you even listening?” Or maybe not.

“Of course I am.” You look at him from the side of your eye, noticing how he’s now closer than earlier. “Doesn’t seem like it.” From the looks of it, it seems like you’re plain out ignoring him. But you’e not, really! “Promise I am.” Adjusting the camera to face you fully now, he focuses on you rather than talking about his hefty dream storyline.

“What if I just married you, like, tomorrow?”

What a nice question he asked, and your answer is…

“I don’t know?” You stop doing whatever you’re doing and look at him. “Why’re you asking?” “No reason.” Liar. “Stop lying!” His hands go up in protest, “I’m not!” He looks away for a bit then returns to stare at you. “Just… just had a dream about it.” And it clicks.

“So that’s what you were trying to tell me?” And like that, it’s as if a lightbulb went off in his head. “Ah, I guess so…” he muttered, hand on his nape as he realizes he’s not the best at lying when it comes to you. “I mean, come on!” He finally breaks, “you looked so good in the wedding dress and we…” his voice trails off the second you were getting invested.

“We?” You omit him to continue, but it comes out hurriedly. “We had a big, happy family. Like seriously happy.” He admits with a smile, clearly smitten about you. This makes you innerly gush about him.

“Yeah?” “Yeah. We did.” He sighs, “If only it were true.” He fake pouts, an ugly thing he does that makes you laugh horribly. “I mean, it can be.” You nonchalantly said, as if you weren’t wishing for the same thing. His eyes light up from your sentence, lips curling into a smile. “You can’t take that back!” You laugh at his antics, “as if I would ever.”

SHOYO HINATA, TOORU OIKAWA, YUUJI ITADORI, MEGURU BACHIRA, YOICHI ISAGI, KEIGO TAKAMI (HAWKS).

​৻ꪆ. Happy valentines everyone! I hope you like this one. (It’s been planned ever since December.) there were supposed to be two more lines added but I seriously ran out of time and didn’T know who else to write for… so, take this??

[gay-dorito-dust]

I read about Johnny with shy!reader (it’s so adorable) and it gave me an idea. Idk to write down HOW they met but Johnny has a huge crush on her pre-relationship and he keeps asking shy!reader out on a date but shy!reader keeps rejecting him. Until she finally accepts going on a date with him. Johnny family are curious why Johnny is acting strange in a good way. Shy!Reader superhero friends are being protective of her. Please feel free to pick any superhero friends of shy!reader

I couldn’t think of anyone other than like Remy (gambit) so he’s here bc I wanted him to be. This was too long.

‘Come on, just one date!’ Johnny exclaims as he looks at you with his brown eyes, the very eyes they made you suddenly unable to maintain eye contact as your gaze suddenly found your hands more interesting.

‘I don’t think so Johnny, it’s not right.’ You try telling him, wanting nothing more than to be his next conquest to be bragged about inappropriately behind your back for points with other disgusting men. You had to admit that Johnny was attractive but his cocky, arrogant personality kind of spoilt any possibility of ever wanting to date him in the first place, that and your friend Remy Lebeau didn’t necessarily take kindly to him nor his careless view on relationships.

‘You deserve someone who’s going to treasure you, respect you and believe in you, not whatever that Johnny boy does to his poor partners.’ He told you one day when you informed him of Johnny’s insistent need to take you out on a date. Remy didn’t like this one bit and would even keep a close eye on him whenever they were on missions together, not wanting you to be in pain when getting involved with a man as vain as the one and only Johnny Storm.

‘This reminds me of a story I’ve read somewhere about a prideful and vain man called Narcissus.’ You said.

Remy rose a brow. ‘What happened to him?’

‘He was so vain and so full of himself that after rejecting a nymph called Echo, he ended up falling in love with his own reflection and ended up dying as a result.’ You replied and Remy couldn’t help but laugh and clap a hand on your shoulder.

‘If only it could be that simple mon cherie, if only.’ Remy says through laughter and you couldn’t help but smile in response before remembering your current situation with Johnny, fiddling with your fingers out of habit. ‘If only.’ You whispered to yourself, hoping that Johnny would grow bored of you and move on.

However Johnny didn’t get bored of you and move on like you had hoped, if anything he only became persistent in asking you out, so much to the point where you were openly rejecting him at least three times a week because of it. You honestly didn’t see what was so special about you to warrant his attention, you were the complete opposite of Johnny in every possible way, you two just wouldn’t work out but for some reason Johnny was heavily insistent that you would.

Johnny frowns at your words. ‘You’ve been saying that for months.’

‘And yet that hasn’t stopped you from pestering me for a date.’ You muttered under your breath as your magic flickered in response to your conflicting emotions. Sure Johnny was handsome, that was a given, but his reputation as a playboy unfortunately proceeds him as you attempted to put distance between the two of you; you weren’t giving your heart to someone who wasn’t going to treasure it. ‘Besides I find it hard that you can’t get a date from anyone else.’ You continued and you swore you saw a flicker of hurt within his eyes after saying this.

‘But I don’t want to date anyone else,’ Johnny cried as he grabbed your hands, causing your magic to spark as his warmth enveloped them, ‘I want to date you, just tell me how I can make my dream a reality my little magician.’ He adds softly as his deep brown eyes searched your own for the answers he wanted more then anything.

‘Quit it with the playboy stuff, it drive good people and draws in the bad.’ You advised him before leaving Johnny standing there as your words echoed within his head, he was determined to get that date with you and if it meant quitting his old ways then he’ll gladly do it, for he had harboured a crush on you the moment you had saved him by using your magic the first day you met. Johnny didn’t care that you weren’t confident or loud, he loved you for who you were and didn’t want you to change in the slightest, however he thought that nothing would ever come to pass between the two of you and he had looked to get his mind off of you by hooking up with other people.

Which in retrospect wasn’t exactly going to earn him any favours in asking his crush out. It also didn’t help that your friend Remy was protective over you but he couldn’t blame the Cajun man, what he could hold against him though was all the threats the mutant had given him in how he wasn’t the man you needed in your life, given the fact that he played love like it was a toy and you weren’t a toy to be played with. Johnny didn’t like it when Remy Lebeau could read him like a book because he knew he was right, and he knew that Remy was only an older brother figure to you and nothing more but that didn’t stop him from getting jealous from how much time you spent with him regardless; another thing that he knew you weren’t at all attracted to.

So if Johnny needed to prove he could change to win your heart, then he’ll gladly change to prove that he could.

After a long gruelling month passes by before you shared a mission with Johnny and news that he had left the playboy lifestyle behind him felt like a dream, something too good to be reality as you didn’t expect him to actually listen to you. So when the mission was over you could already see Johnny making his way towards you but instead of a shit eating grin, he was smiling softly at you and you couldn’t help but find him beautiful in the moment, pretty even as his eyes never once left you at all.

‘Hey little magician, long time no see.’ He greets you and for once you didn’t feel as though you had to force the smile as you look at him.

‘You’ve changed, I didn’t think you’d actually listen to me.’ You replied, cutting to the chase as it was the only thing that was at the forefront of your mind, dying to be let out the moment you saw Johnny act unlike himself or at least the Johnny you were more well acquainted with. Johnny shrugged. ‘You were right, I was only drawing the wrong kind of people with how I was doing things and now I hope I can draw the person I’ve been wanting to for along while.’ He responded with a soft smile that made you feel as though he was alighting a fire within you.

‘And who would they be?’ You asked, although you were more than aware of the answer but you just wanted to hear it come from his mouth and actually believe him.

‘Preferably you and only you if you’re available on this Sunday at 7pm.’ Johnny says as he watches your reaction closely, uncaring of the unamused Remy in the background who was watching like a hawk, you were the only one that mattered and he wasn’t about to let the Cajun ruin all his hard work becuase he didn’t like him being near you. Now normally you would’ve shut him down and walked away but this time was different and you knew it in the way he looked at you, you knew it in the way that you were actually tempting the idea and that you were finding yourself answer before your brain could catch up.

‘Yeah I would love to.’ Was what left your mouth as the way Johnny’s eyes shone like beautiful jewels and Remy’s looks of disbelief was all you could remember from that day. Meanwhile Johnny was back wt the Baxter building, rushing to get himself cleaned up before frustrating himself over what he should wear for your date in hopes of winning you over even more.

Sue, Reed and Ben could only watch as Johnny was smiling like some lovesick fool, constantly looking at his phone every so often as though he was waiting for something before going back to trashing his room for the perfect outfit.

‘Is he okay? He didn’t hit his head did he?’ Ben asked.

‘Looks like Johnny got himself a date.’ Reed replies before squinting his eyes as he watched the aforementioned male once again look at his phone just as it let him know that he had gotten a text. ‘He’s never looked this genuinely happy to go on a date in a long, long time.’ He then adds.

‘Whatever it is, I hope it stays like this because it’s clear to see that he obviously likes whoever this mysterious person is.’ Sue shrugs as she watched her brother knowingly, she knew about you from how often Johnny came to her about the one who kept getting away, you really must’ve set him straight enough for Johnny to actually be serious and change for the better and she couldn’t help but want to meet you even more because of it.

‘I can hear you all you know.’ Johnny said as he adjusted the black tie that completed his suited attire, he looked smart and handsome, something he never did at family dinners at all but for you he’d pull out all the stops even if it meant being in a expensive suit that he’ll never wear again. ‘And they’re here so don’t be embarrassing me okay?’ He adds sarcastically as he pats Reed on the shoulder, nudges Ben and hugs Sue before rushing to meet you by the entrance, his smile never once faltering at all as it only seemed to grow bigger upon his face to the point it hurt him.

Johnny didn’t care as he was quick to usher you in, he didn’t care that Reed, Ben and Sue were just behind him watching you both because they were bound to find out about you sooner or later, especially his sister whom he went to the moment you told him to drop his playboy act for advice almost immediately. Johnny didn’t care about anything because you were standing before him looking as beautiful as ever.

‘Hey.’ He says.

‘Hi.’ You replied.

You both smiled widely at each other for a good minute or two, much to Sue’s delight, secretly happy to see her brother happy and in the presence of the person who made him that genuinely happy. ‘You going to invite your date in or stare at them a little while longer.’ Ben interiors the cute moment, causing Johnny to look at him unamused while you fiddled with your hands that sparked with magic.

‘Dude.’ Johnny said but Ben only shrugged his shoulders.

‘What Ben wanted to say,’ Reed stepped in as he offered you a welcoming smile as did Sue as she stood next to him, allowing Reed to put his hand on her waist to pull her into his side as her hand easily fell to his chest, ‘welcome to the family y/n.’

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Second Chances - Part Twenty of Twenty

Pairings: Beau Arlen x Y/N Female reader Series Summary: A chance meeting in a grocery store brings a second chance for you and for Beau. The only thing standing in your way are your respective pasts... and a tiny little roadblock. Word Count: 4,051 Tags/Warnings: 18+ smut, implied smut, FLUFF EVERYWHERE. A/N: Comments, Likes, Reblogs, Kind feedback are always highly appreciated. Please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!

NOTE: Y’all are gonna want to kill me, but I promise you, this is not the end! In fact, I’m wrapping this part of the series and continuing it under a new series name! I haven’t decided what to call it, so I’m putting out a poll! Check it out and tell me what you think! Divider: credit to @sweetmelodygraphics

Chapter Twenty: The Wedding

The venue was a breathtaking outdoor setting, surrounded by rolling hills and an explosion of wildflowers in full bloom. It was a place that felt untouched, as if nature itself had designed it just for them. Wooden picnic tables had been arranged for the reception, the trees wrapped in delicate strands of fairy lights that would glow as the sun set. It was perfect—they were perfect.

Beau had never been one for grand affairs, but for Y/N? He would do anything.

He wore a tuxedo, but in true Beau fashion, it had a Texan twist—black with subtle Western embroidery on the lapels. His boots were freshly polished, and his hat sat perfectly on the dresser, waiting for the moment he stepped outside. And just as he was adjusting the collar of his shirt, his mother walked in.

Evelyn Arlen, looking as proud as she had ever been, held something in her hands—a beautifully crafted bolo tie, the silverwork intricate, the turquoise stone in the center striking.

Beau raised a brow, watching as she stepped closer, her eyes warm. “Mama?”

Evelyn exhaled, running a hand over the tie before looking up at her son. “Your grandfather wore this on his wedding day,” she murmured. “Then your daddy wore it on his. And now…”

She carefully handed it to him.

“It’s yours.”

Beau blinked, his throat tightening as he took the bolo tie from her hands.

“Mama,” he said, voice thick with emotion. “This is…” He swallowed hard, looking down at it.

Evelyn smiled softly, reaching up to cup his cheek. “You’re the best man I know, Beau. And you’re marrying a woman who’s meant for you. This? It’s just a little piece of where you come from.”

Beau nodded slowly, letting the weight of the moment settle deep.

Then, with great care, he slid the bolo tie around his neck, adjusting it until it fit perfectly.

Evelyn’s eyes shimmered as she looked at him. “You look damn handsome, sweetheart.”

Beau smiled, his usual charm slipping through as he kissed her cheek. “Well, Mama, I try.”

Evelyn sniffed, waving a hand. “Now, go find your daddy. You’ve got a ring bearer to wrangle.”

Hank Arlen stood near the front of the venue, adjusting his vest as he bounced Caleb lightly in his arms.

The baby, dressed in a tiny little tuxedo with little cowboy boots, was staring very seriously at the small satin pillow he was supposed to be holding.

“You got this, little man,” Hank murmured. “Just gotta get those rings up to your daddy.”

Caleb let out a tiny babble, gripping the pillow with both hands.

Beau, fully dressed and ready, walked up and smiled. “You sure about lettin’ him hold onto those?”

Hank chuckled, bouncing Caleb slightly. “Well, if he eats them, we got about ten minutes before we panic.”

Beau snorted, shaking his head as he gently ran a hand over his son’s curls. “You gonna do a good job, buddy?”

Caleb blinked up at him before slamming the pillow against his face.

Beau sighed and smiled. “Good enough.”

Eliza, standing beside them in her adorable flower girl dress, huffed dramatically. “I help.”

Beau smiled. “I know you will, wolf-child.”

Eliza grinned, adjusting the tiny basket of flower petals in her hands.

Hank adjusted his hat, watching the two little ones. “Well, son, this is it. You ready?”

Beau exhaled slowly, looking out at the beautiful venue—wooden archway, wildflowers in bloom, fairy lights strung through the trees. It was perfect.

And then he thought of Y/N.

The love of his damn life.

Beau smiled. “Yeah, Dad. I’m ready.”

The moment Beau stepped to the front, his eyes were locked on one thing.

Her.

Y/N stepped forward, walking down the aisle with her mother, Margaret, on one side and Russell, her stepfather, on the other.

When he saw Y/N for the first time that day, walking toward him in a vision of lace and delicate frills, his heart nearly stopped.

She was stunning. No—breathtaking.

The dress fit her like a dream, accentuating every curve he had loved for years. The lace was intricate, soft against her skin, flowing down to the ground like something out of a fairy tale. Her hair was styled in loose waves, a few delicate flowers woven into the strands. And when their eyes met—hers filled with emotion, his brimming with awe—nothing else mattered.

Her dress was perfect—delicate lace, soft, elegant, so her.

But more than that—

It was the look in her eyes.

The way she looked at him.

Beau’s chest ached in the best way.

Eliza, their perfect little flower girl, walked ahead of her mama, tossing petals with a seriousness that made Beau chuckle. She looked so proud, her curls bouncing with each step, her tiny white dress making her look like an angel.

And Caleb—his baby boy—was the ring bearer, dressed in the tiniest formal wear imaginable. Since he wasn’t yet walking, Beau’s father, Hank Arlen, held him securely, guiding him down the aisle. Caleb’s little hands curled around the tiny pillow that held their rings, his big eyes blinking curiously at the people watching.

When she reached him, when her parents stepped back, and she placed her hands in his—he swore he had never been more certain of anything in his entire life.

Nothing else mattered.

“You are so damn beautiful,” Beau whispered.

Y/N smiled, squeezing his hands. “And you are so handsome.”

The officiant gave them a warm smile as they turned toward one another, their hands clasped. The world around them faded—there were guests, there was a beautiful setting, but all Beau saw was her.

Beau barely heard a word. Because all he could think about was her.

How lucky he was.

How perfect this moment was.

How damn ready he was to call her his wife.

Y/N’s voice was steady, filled with warmth as she spoke first.

“Beau, from the moment you walked into my life, you changed everything. You have been my partner, my best friend, my safe place. You have loved me through my strongest moments and my weakest, through joy and through heartbreak. With you, I have found a love that is steady, unwavering, and true. You make me laugh, you make me feel safe, and most of all, you make me feel loved—every single day. Today, I promise to love you with all that I am, to stand beside you no matter what life brings, to be your home just as you have been mine. I love you, Beauregard Arlen. Always.”

Beau swallowed hard, his throat thick as he tried to keep himself together. But damn if that didn’t just wreck him.

And then, his voice low, but filled with certainty—

“Darlin’, I’ve spent my whole life lookin’ for somethin’ I didn’t know how to name. Then I met you. And suddenly, it wasn’t a question anymore—I knew. I knew that home wasn’t a place, it was a person. And it was you.”

Y/N sniffled, smiling through brimming tears.

Beau’s voice thickened as he continued. “You have given me the greatest gifts I could ever ask for. Your love. Your trust. A family that I never thought I’d have. I swear to you, Y/N, I will love you with everything I’ve got, for as long as I live. I’ll stand beside you, walk with you, lift you up when you need it. I promise to be the man you deserve, the father our babies need, and the husband you can always count on. Always.”

Beau squeezed her hands. “Forever, darlin’.”

“Forever,” she whispered back.

By the time he finished, there wasn’t a dry eye in the audience.

The officiant smiled warmly. “Beau, do you take Y/N to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

Beau’s lips curled into the softest, most sincere smile. “I do.”

“And Y/N, do you take Beau to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

She nodded, her voice filled with nothing but love. “I do.”

The moment the rings were exchanged, the moment the words husband and wife were sealed, the officiant grinned.

“You may now kiss your bride.”

Beau didn’t hesitate. He cupped Y/N’s face, tilting her back slightly as he kissed her slow and deep, pouring everything he had into it. The crowd erupted in cheers, Eliza clapping excitedly, and Caleb letting out a tiny, curious squeak at all the noise.

When they pulled apart, Y/N laughed breathlessly, her fingers curling around the lapels of his tuxedo.

“Finally,” she teased.

Beau grinned, pressing his forehead against hers. “Worth the wait, darlin’.”

And just like that—

Their forever had officially begun.

The moment Beau and Y/N walked hand in hand into the reception, the celebration truly began.

The outdoor space was beautifully decorated—long wooden tables lined with soft, flickering candles, fairy lights strung through the trees, wildflowers arranged in delicate centerpieces. The mountains in the distance were cast in the warm hues of sunset, a perfect backdrop for the beginning of their forever.

The guests cheered as Beau and Y/N stepped in as husband and wife, Eliza clapping enthusiastically from her little seat, Caleb babbling happily in Margaret’s arms.

Emily stood nearby, watching with a soft, warm smile, her heart full as she watched her father radiate happiness.

Carla and her husband, Daniel, stood off to the side, graciously clapping along. Carla caught Emily’s eye and gave her a small, knowing nod—one that said, your dad is exactly where he belongs.

Emily smiled, nodding back.

Beau’s heart was full.

He had his family, his friends, his wife.

And tonight?

Tonight was for celebrating every damn bit of it.

The reception was lively—guests laughing, drinks flowing, dinner being thoroughly enjoyed.

But then—

The music shifted.

Beau turned to see Jenny standing beside the DJ booth, grinning as she adjusted the microphone. “All right, folks,” she called out, “it’s time for the real moment we’ve all been waiting for—the first dance as husband and wife.”

The crowd cheered, people moving toward the dance floor as Beau turned to Y/N, holding out his hand.

“Shall we, Mrs. Arlen?”

Y/N smiled, placing her hand in his. “Lead the way, Sheriff.”

As the first soft chords of a classic country love song filled the air, Beau pulled her gently onto the dance floor, wrapping one arm around her waist, holding her hand with the other.

And just like that—

Everything else faded away.

It was just them.

Beau swayed with her, moving slowly, deliberately, his forehead resting lightly against hers. “You havin’ a good time, darlin’?”

Y/N sighed happily, tracing small circles on his shoulder. “This is perfect.”

Beau kissed her forehead, his grip tightening slightly. “Damn right, it is.”

The crowd watched, fully enchanted, as the two of them moved together—completely wrapped up in each other.

Emily stood by Carla, watching with quiet happiness, arms folded as she took it all in.

“Never seen him like this,” she murmured.

Carla, watching with knowing eyes, nodded. “That’s because he’s never been like this.”

Emily exhaled slowly, her chest aching in the best way.

Her dad had always been a good man. But now?

He was whole.

As the song came to an end, Beau didn’t let go. Instead, he pulled Y/N into a soft, lingering kiss—one that had the crowd cheering.

And when they finally pulled apart, when Y/N laughed softly against his lips, Beau knew—

This moment?

It was everything.

The night was full of love.

Jenny gave a toast that had everyone roaring with laughter (“To our beloved Sheriff, who somehow convinced the most beautiful woman on earth to marry him—may she never realize she could do better.”).

Poppernak followed with a surprisingly sentimental speech about loyalty, love, and how Beau and Y/N had built something truly special.

Emily was the next to take the microphone, standing before the guests with a nervous smile.

“I don’t usually do speeches,” she admitted, “but if there’s ever been a reason to, it’s this.” She turned toward Beau and Y/N, her voice warm. “Dad, I’ve always known you to be someone strong, steady, always there. But with Y/N… you’re something else entirely. You’re happy. And I can’t tell you how much that means to me.”

Beau’s chest tightened, his throat thick with emotion.

Emily smiled, clearing her throat. “So here’s to you and Y/N—to forever, to love, and to a lifetime of happiness.”

The guests cheered, and Beau pulled Emily into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he murmured.

Emily hugged him tighter. “Love you too, Dad.”

Stepping away from the crowd, Beau gently took Y/N’s hand, pulling her toward the edge of the reception space, where the fairy lights faded into soft candlelight beneath the trees.

Y/N, still breathless from dancing, arched a brow. “Stealing me away, Sheriff?”

Beau smiled, pulling her close. “Damn right, I am.”

They stood there for a moment, just them, away from the noise, away from the crowd—wrapped up in the warm Montana air, the soft hum of music still drifting from the dance floor.

Beau cupped her face, his thumb brushing lightly over her cheek. “You happy, darlin’?”

Y/N sighed, pressing her forehead against his. “Happier than I ever thought possible.”

Beau exhaled, his chest aching in the best way. “Good. ‘Cause I don’t think I could love you more than I do right now.”

Y/N smiled, tilting her head. “You sure about that?”

Beau chuckled, pulling her into a slow, deep kiss—one that said everything he felt without a single word.

And when he pulled back, when he saw the way she looked at him, he knew—

This was forever.

Their forever.

And it was just getting started.

As the last song of the evening faded and the guests began to trickle out, the realization finally settled over Beau—

They were married.

Y/N was his wife.

For all the years he had dreamed about having this kind of family, about having this kind of love, it was now his reality.

The reception wound down with lingering laughter, warm hugs, and quiet moments exchanged between loved ones.

Beau stood with Y/N, arms wrapped around her waist as they said their goodbyes—Jenny, Poppernak, and the other deputies teasing him relentlessly one last time before heading off into the night.

Hank and Evelyn kissed their son and new daughter-in-law goodbye, Evelyn getting misty-eyed (“My baby’s married,” she whispered, hugging Beau one last time).

Margaret and Russell made sure Eliza and Caleb were secured in their car seats, ready to take them home for the night so Beau and Y/N could fully enjoy their wedding night alone.

Emily hugged both her father and Y/N before standing back, watching them with a knowing smile. “You guys really deserve this.”

Beau squeezed her shoulder. “We really do.”

Carla and Daniel offered their congratulations, Carla smirking slightly. “I gotta say, Arlen… I’ve never seen you look this happy.”

Beau grinned, slipping his arm around Y/N’s waist. “That’s ‘cause I’ve never been this happy.”

Carla nodded, truly meaning it when she said, “I’m glad for you, Beau.”

And just like that, with the last guests departing, the celebration officially came to an end.

The car ride back to their home was quiet, filled with a comfortable kind of anticipation.

Beau’s hand rested on Y/N’s thigh as he drove, fingers tracing slow circles against the fabric of her dress.

Y/N sighed softly, glancing at him. “I still feel like I’m floating.”

Beau smiled. “That’s ‘cause you are, darlin’.”

She laughed, tilting her head against the seat. “You really married me, Sheriff.”

Beau grinned, squeezing her knee. “Damn right, I did.”

The house was dark when they pulled into the driveway—Margaret had already taken care of everything, leaving them to fully enjoy their first night as husband and wife.

Beau exhaled, shifting in his seat before turning to her. “You ready for this?”

Y/N smiled, leaning in. “I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.”

And with that, he was out of the truck, circling around to her side before scooping her up into his arms.

Y/N gasped, laughing as she clung to him. “Beau!”

He grinned, carrying her toward the house. “What? It’s tradition, Mrs. Arlen.”

Y/N sighed happily, her arms looping around his neck. “I love the way that sounds.”

Beau kissed her softly. “Then get used to it, darlin’.”

The moment Beau carried Y/N through the front door, the air between them shifted.

The house was quiet, dimly lit with only the soft glow from the kitchen and the golden flicker of the nightlights around the home. The energy still crackled between them from the reception—the dancing, the toasts, the laughter—but now…

Now, it was just them.

Their first night as husband and wife.

Beau set her down slowly, but his hands never left her. One stayed firm on her waist, the other tracing slow, deliberate circles along the curve of her spine. Y/N tilted her head up at him, her lips curving into a knowing smile.

“We really did it,” she murmured.

Beau exhaled, brushing his fingers along her cheek, his green eyes soft yet filled with something darker. “Yeah, darlin’,” he whispered. “We really did.”

She sighed happily, her fingers toying with the bolo tie at his chest. “You know I love you, right?”

Beau grinned, tilting her chin up. “You better,” he murmured, pressing a slow, deep kiss to her lips.

Y/N melted into him, her hands sliding along his chest, fingertips tracing over the crisp white fabric of his dress shirt. She could feel the warmth of him, the steady strength in his frame.

And when he deepened the kiss, when his tongue swept along hers, slow and deliberate, she let out the softest sound, her fingers gripping his shirt.

Beau groaned, pulling back just enough to look at her. “I need you, darlin’.”

Y/N’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening against his chest. “Then take me.”

That was all he needed.

With a low growl, he lifted her effortlessly as he carried her through the house, his lips never leaving hers.

By the time they reached the bedroom, Y/N was breathless, her pulse racing as Beau kicked the door shut behind them.

He set her down slowly, his hands roaming, savoring every inch of her.

Y/N smiled, stepping back slightly, her hands moving to the delicate buttons of her wedding dress. “I think it’s time for me to take this off,” she murmured.

Beau chuckled lowly, his hands gripping her hips. “Let me.”

His fingers moved slowly, reverently, unfastening each button, revealing the soft, warm skin beneath. He pressed kisses to every inch he uncovered, his lips trailing along her shoulder, down the curve of her spine.

Y/N shivered, her head falling forward as his mouth lingered at the base of her neck.

When the last button came undone, Beau slid the dress from her shoulders, watching as it pooled at her feet.

He exhaled sharply, his gaze drinking her in. “Jesus, Y/N.”

She smiled, stepping toward him, her hands reaching for the bolo tie. “Your turn, Sheriff.”

Beau smirked, tilting his head. “That right?”

She nodded, slowly loosening the tie before sliding it off, then moving to unbutton his shirt. “I think it’s only fair.”

Beau let her, his breath heavy as her fingers skimmed over his skin, her touch sending fire through his veins.

Once his shirt was gone, Y/N’s hands moved lower, to his belt buckle, her lips pressing featherlight kisses against his jaw.

Beau let out a low groan, his hands tightening on her waist. “You’re teasin’ me, darlin’.”

Y/N smirked, sliding his belt free. “Maybe.”

Beau huffed a laugh, then flipped them, guiding her gently onto the bed, his body pressing over hers. “You wanna play, Mrs. Arlen?” His voice was low, full of promise.

Y/N’s breath hitched, her fingers digging into his back. “I love when you call me that.”

Beau smirked, trailing his lips down her throat, his hands exploring, claiming, worshipping. “Get used to it, darlin’,” he murmured against her skin.

And as the night stretched on, as Beau took his time showing her exactly how much he loved her, they both knew—

This was just the beginning of their forever.

The morning after was nothing short of perfection.

The golden glow of sunrise filtered through the bedroom curtains, casting a warm, soft light over the room. The bed was a mess—tangled sheets, discarded clothes, and two people wrapped in each other, basking in the lingering warmth of their wedding night.

Beau stirred first, his arm firmly around Y/N’s waist, his chest pressed against her bare back. He let out a low, contented sigh, his fingers lazily tracing circles along her skin.

Y/N hummed softly, half-awake, stretching slightly against him. “Morning, husband.”

Beau grinned, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “Mornin’, Mrs. Arlen.”

She smiled, turning in his arms to face him, her hands sliding over his chest. “I don’t ever wanna leave this bed.”

Beau chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “As much as I love that idea, darlin’… we do have a honeymoon to get to.”

Y/N groaned dramatically, burying her face against his chest. “Why did we plan on leaving so soon?”

Beau smirked, rolling onto his back, bringing her with him. “Because you wanted a full week away with zero interruptions.”

Y/N sighed, resting her chin on his chest. “I did say that, didn’t I?”

Beau grinned, pressing a lazy kiss to her forehead. “You did.”

She pouted. “But the bed is so comfortable.”

Beau laughed, running his fingers down her spine. “Darlin’, you know damn well the sooner we get outta here, the sooner I get you alone in a cabin by the lake.”

Y/N’s eyes brightened slightly. “Hmm… that does sound nice.”

Beau smirked, flipping them easily so she was beneath him. “Damn right, it does.”

Y/N giggled, her fingers threading through his hair. “Fine. Let’s go on our honeymoon.”

Beau pressed a slow, lingering kiss to her lips before pulling back. “Then let’s get packed, Mrs. Arlen.”

Despite their best efforts to have a smooth departure, the house was bustling with activity as they prepared to leave.

Margaret was distractedly feeding Caleb while also making very sure that Beau and Y/N had everything they needed for their trip.

Evelyn was absolutely making sure they had enough snacks (“For the road, sweetheart—what if you get hungry?”).

Russell was helping load the luggage into the car while Hank simply sat back, shaking his head at the circus around him.

Eliza, completely unaware that she wasn’t going on the trip, was still running around very excitedly, waving her stuffed horse. “Bo-Bo! We go?”

Beau paused, crouching down to her level. “Not this time, wolf-child.”

Eliza pouted. “Why?”

Y/N knelt beside her, smoothing back her curls. “Because Mommy and Daddy are going on a special trip, but guess what?”

Eliza tilted her head. “What?”

Y/N smiled. “You get to stay with Grandma and Grandpa, and they’re gonna spoil you so much.”

Eliza gasped, turning to Evelyn. “Spoil?”

Evelyn beamed, scooping her up. “Oh, absolutely, sugarplum. Ice cream whenever you want.”

Eliza gasped dramatically, looking at Y/N with pure betrayal. “I stay here.”

Beau snorted, shaking his head. “Thought so.”

Emily, leaning against the doorframe, smirked. “Alright, lovebirds. Time to hit the road.”

Beau stood, adjusting his hat before wrapping an arm around Y/N’s waist. “Ready, darlin’?”

Y/N sighed, stealing one last glance at their home. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

Evelyn sniffled, placing a hand over her heart. “Oh, my baby is going on his honeymoon.”

Hank chuckled, clapping Beau on the shoulder. “Good luck, son.”

Beau smirked. “I don’t need luck, Dad. I got her.”

Y/N smiled, lacing their fingers together.

And with that, they climbed into the car, the final step before their first adventure as husband and wife.

As Beau pulled out of the driveway, his hand resting comfortably on Y/N’s thigh, he exhaled—completely and utterly content.

“Alright, darlin’,” he murmured. “Just you and me now.”

Y/N sighed happily, leaning into him. “Just us.”

And with that, their honeymoon officially began.

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No @odo-apologist mate come back and talk theory with me I love this.

Lee Edelman is someone I've never read bc the second I'm done with the Lacan psych stuff I habitually skew over to Julia Kristeva as his descendant, who takes it to feminism rather than queer theory, and people know her for her brilliant stuff on abjection (uhh... if I was going to use that on Red Dwarf it would have to be Demons and Angels, for the erotically charged and repulsive Lows, or maybe on Camille, gooey and mirroring but the object of adoration) but her mother/daughter writing is so great.

Like the one very SF image to come out of Ouroboros I do like immediately is the idea of Lister as 'holding pattern'. He is biological data. The unrelated thing which springs to mind for me is GNU John Dearhart from Pratchett's Going Postal, in which (spoilers) a clacks (fantasy telegraph) code is written to loop the name of deceased Dearhart indefinitely within the system to preserve memory of his existence. Lister is proof that humans existed once, and in Krysis, the universe confirms Earth is the only place which ever produced life spontaneously.

Technically Lister could be described as an endling, the term in biology for the last member of a species. In that kind of preservation framework, incest becomes less taboo - genetic diversity is a low priority compared to survival.

And Lister isn't just an abandoned child, but the ultimate abandoned child, everyone left him while he was sleeping (twice over, baby and stasis - there's something there about being placed in a container), of course he wants the mate who is also his mother. He wants that bond which is the most absolute. The only woman, the last woman. It's both a matter of availability and also the deified inevitability of Kochanski as The One (double meaning intended). In that context, what a gut punch to learn she deliberately abandoned him in Back To Earth. He's not just abandoned by the girl he loves, but by god.

I've always wondered how far to trust that reveal, given the set up of both the metafictional typewriter and the joy squid. Kryten reveals that Kochanski isn't dead *during the joy squid hallucination*. Therefore I don't trust it. She's a matter of belief and faith. When he walks away from joy squid Kochanski, she says 'you'll never get me' and Lister asserts his (self-)belief that he can find her and is inherently valuable enough to be worthy of her. She's God (or more accurately the gnostic Sophia but the gnosticism will have to wait bc Lister as Demiurge goes so fucking hard as a reading - Rimmer could also be Demiurge for Rimmerworld).

Ironic against how the VR attendant describes Lister in Back To Reality which is the predecessor of Back To Earth

(Lister isn't God, I assert, but he and Rimmer are the Demiurge, but again, a full gnostic reading is it's own project, but trust that the Demiurge is highly motivated by craving a return to the Sophia, the divine feminine)

Kochanski becomes Lister's icon of unreachable faith the way the Cats have Fuchal (yet to rewatch The Promised Land - haven't seen it since airing and I remember NONE of it). He isn't the ultimate atheist, bc he develops his own form of incestuous faith which just happens to look like never getting over his first love. That bit at the start of Back To Earth where he literally kneels before a shrine with Kochanski's image on it and prays to her and reads from her favourite text. No further notes.

The fact of Lister's paradoxical existence as a time-travel loop of a person, just a pocket of long preserved human DNA feels like a High SF concept and I keep meaning to look into other 'my own (grand)father' examples bc all I can think of is Fry in Futurama. I'm sure there are more literary examples to pull from.

I think when I said it troubles me above it implies I think it's bad writing or inconsistent with the show, but after what you've said in tags, you're right that it's pretty in character for him to just ignore The Implications. I think it (that's literally his mum he's trying to seduce) just shouldn't have been swept under the rug bc a) it has tragic sci-fi potential and b) it has funny sitcom potential to call out. Maybe series VIII just wasn't up to getting into all that.

Also you don't even need to explain why you were reading Beckett and Red Dwarf against each other that makes complete sense. Like that's such a fun prospect of how the bleak God is dead postmodernism of the mid 20th century filters down into pop culture formats. Have already suggested that Kochanski's continued existence is a linguistic trick which occurs right after Lister is given the ability to write his own script, which feels very Beckett.

Vaguely poststructuralism related, I also find it fun to consider Red Dwarf the ship as a Foucault derived heterotopia imitating a real world - esp in context of prison heterotopias and the Ronnie Barker's Porridge inspo for I and II. Like if I was going to do a massive breakdown of the whole show I would use Foucault almost exclusively bc his writing on queerness, madness, prisons, and space is so excellent and broad.

One of the most fun throwaway things I worked out once is that Red Dwarf (the ship) is roughly equivalent in floor space to Liverpool city centre, but I cannot find my working out on that rn, but you see the implications. Something about Lister on that space bike in II, Kryten, like these are streets and life is normal.

[EDIT - got thinking about Kristeva's abject maternal erotic, and Lister running that bath for Kochanski in Duct Soup became ten times more loaded lmao]

I'm so troubled by Lister continuing to pursue Kochanski after learning she's his biological mother. That genuinely bothers me.

[xoparrish]

currently binge watching outlander and every time jamie calls claire his wife my heart MELTS 🥹

[lorax-devito]

just finished rewatching asoue and aside from everything I have to say all I keep seeing is ppl saying ‘how’d Olaf pull esmé’ and yes,how did he pull her but also how’d he pull kit????? like,those mfs were engaged😭😭

[emile-hides]

I’m so obsessed with the Mario family and while I’m a very hard Uncle Tony stan I’m also insanely obsessed with Auntie Marie and her daughter. I want to know all about them.

[bmpmp3]

the really beautiful landscape/skyscape animation in makoto shinkai's works tends to be the big thing i see focused on and that is understandable and deserved like the weather and lighting effects are unREAL but i do think we should also appreciate how absolute insane the plotlines of his original movies get. at least two movies with in universe catastrophes with major ecological implications. the guns and explosions. theres that one movie i havent seen yet with the guy who turns into a chair (?)