#like yes. it's a really good song babe. you should be proud

[silverysongs]

dear john, breaking my heart lately

[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: anon request - "sam and colby making a sex tape with reader?!?!"

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex, double penetration, fingering, oral (all rec), hair pulling, rough actions, dirty talk, pet names, creampies, filth

Word count: 3.9k | not edited

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"What are you doing lately, miss y/n?" Michelle asks as she crosses her leg over her other, leaning back to sip her drink.

You glance up at Sam and Colby, who are smiling and laughing while talking with their friends.

You look back to your friend, "Oh you know, just the usual adventuring and YouTubing."

She smiles and nods, "Yeah I just seen you surpassed three million." She holds her glass out and you clink yours with hers. She takes a sip, pointing to you, "I'm proud of you."

You smile, "Thank you. It hasn't been easy, but we're getting somewhere."

"And another round of tequila shots for this table." The waitress says setting down the tray and everyone cheers, already slightly drunk.

"Thank you!" You say taking your shot glass, "What are we cheersing to?"

"To y/n. For making to three million." Colby winks at you and you can feel the heat in your cheeks rising and it doesn't help when Sam looks at you with his smirk, "To y/n."

"No.. no.. there's no-"

"To y/n." They all cut you off, clinking their small glasses before taking them. A few people let out a groan and you laugh as you suck on your lime wedge.

"Oh my god. I love this song." Michelle gets up, "Come dance with me!" You look down at your empty glass, "Let me get a refill and I'll meet you out there."

She nods and runs over with a few of the other girls, dancing and singing as they do.

You look up and Sam and Colby are staring at you, "Yes?"

They shake their heads and Colby scoots down in the booth to sit in front of you, "Just admiring how good our girl looks." He winks and nods down, "I'll get you a drink."

You smile, "Thank you."

Sam moves down, "He's right. You look fantastic, babe."

"Sam." You whisper leaning in, "Careful."

He rolls his eyes, "Please. They're all drunk, they don't care." You smirk, glancing over at the rest of the group laughing and taking more shots, "You're right."

You, Sam and Colby all talked and agreed to keep your relationship as secret as possible, mainly because you weren't sure how everyone would react to you guys being a thruple.

You didn't think your friends would care, they'd be asking questions for sure, but Sam and Colby's fan base, along with yours, you just weren't sure yet.

You didn't really care what they thought, normal was so fucking overrated anyway. It was more or less you didn't want Sam and Colby to lose viewers for it, that was important to them.

You look over and lean over slightly as Colby extends his arm out, drink in hand, "Here you go, my love."

You smile, "Thank you." You take a sip, "Mm. This is delicious."

He sits down next to Sam, "Thought you'd like it." He slides Sam drink over to him and sighs, "Thought you were going to dance?"

You glance over at Michelle and the others and sigh, "Yeah, I probably should." You stand up, resting your hands flat on the table, "I know I'm reaching my limit soon."

"How come?" Colby smirks leaning in. You look over at him, leaning in closer to both him and Colby, "Because I'm starting to wonder why we aren't having sex yet."

You bite your lip, slowly pushing yourself up off the table.

"Yeah I'm starting to wonder that myself." Sam brings his glass to his lips and Colby nods, "Mhm." You smirk, laughing as you grab your drink, "Later."

You walk over, dancing as you walk up to your friends. Soon enough, you find yourself being drug up to the bar, your friends egging you to take more shots, and you do.

You slam the fifth one down, waving your hands as you laugh, "No, no. No more." You shake your head, "I'm good."

"Oh come on, y/n! It's a special night." Michelle shakes your arm slightly and you smirk, sighing, "Fine. One." You hold up one finger, "I mean one more."

"Yes! Okay!" She waves to the bartender and he walks over, "I need.." she looks around to make sure everyone is still there, "Five more tequila shots please."

He nods and walks away to get them and Michelle turns to you, "So how does it feel?"

You look up at her from your bar stool, "How does what feel?"

"You know.. getting to hang out with Sam and Colby all the time?" She sips her drink and raises her eyebrows, "You know lots of girls would kill to be in your position."

You laugh slightly, "I mean, I've known them for a while." You shrug, "It's always something new."

"Now.." she laughs slightly and sighs, "I have to ask.."

You close your eyes, biting down on the inside of your lip because you know where this is going.

"Are you.. you know.." she leans in, glancing back at them before looking back at you, "Seeing either one of them?"

"Oh my god, Michelle." You roll your eyes and the bartender sets the glasses down, "Here you go."

"Thank you." You grab yours, taking it before sucking on the lime wedge.

"You didn't answer me." She nudges you, "Come on. I'm your best friend."

"And you're also very.. very drunk. So on that note." You finish the drink in your tall glass and set it down, "I'm heading home."

You go to stand up and she grabs you, "We're not done talking about this, missy."

You laugh and nod your head, "okay."

You walk over to the booth Sam and Colby are at, leaning down between them, "Take me home."

They both turn to look at you and they both nod, "Gladly."

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The ride home was kinda quiet, all but Sam and Colby talking to the Uber driver.

"Yeah, I've followed you guys since the beginning. I recently just subscribed to y/n. I think her content is pretty good too."

"I basically do the same stuff they do, just without the man power." You giggle and they all laugh. Kellin, the driver, shakes his head, "I think that's pretty badass."

Colby's hand brushes against your leg at the subtle flirting that's happening on Kellin's end and you lay your hand on his, "Yeah, when I'm not doing my own stuff, I'm with these two on their channel."

Sam chuckles and shakes his head, mumbling under his breath, "Can't get enough of us."

"What was that?" Kellin asks leaning back more and Colby laughs, "This is our stop."

"Oh, alright. Pleasure to meet you guys." He looks back, "Congrats on three mill, y/n." He smiles and you nod, "Thank you for driving us home."

"Anytime." He winks and you see Colby clench his jaw before he gets out, helping you out behind him. He shuts the door with a slam and Sam walks around the back to meet you guys before heading up to the house.

"That guy was so fucking thirsty for your attention, babe." Colby laughs and sighs, "times like that are when I wish I could just.." he grabs your throat, holding you still so he can crash his lips onto yours.

You grip his biceps, kissing him back until Sam cuts it short, "Can we maybe move this party inside?"

You laugh against Colby's lips, "Of course, honey." You squeeze him arm as you walk by him, setting your bag down on the couch.

You turn around, and watch as Colby shrugs his jacket off. Sam pulls his hoodie up over his head. They both lay them over the back of the couch as you sit down on it, "So."

"So." They both say as they move in to kiss each side of your neck. You tilt your head back and shrug your cropped jacket that's draped over your shoulders, off.

"I had an idea." You whimper as you drag your hands up their chests, "A good idea actually."

"What's your good idea, baby?" Colby slides his hands down and across your waist, "we'd love to know."

Sam rests his forehead against your temple and you smirk, "Go get the camera." Sam lifts his head and looks at Colby, "Fuck yeah."

Sam races upstairs into the office to grab it. Colby moves to stand between your knees, holding onto your waist, "dirty girl."

"Just want something to look back on when you guys are away." You bite your lip as you look up at him and he groans lowly, "Well give you something."

Sam comes back down, "Alright. Where do you wanna start?" You slide down off the back of the couch, "follow me." You walk over to the steps and you hear the camera click on.

You smirk as you turn around, looking down at the camera. Sam moves it up and down, showing you off, "Can't wait to get you out of that tiny little skirt."

"Been teasing us all fucking night." Colby adds as he walks up, pulling you with him up the steps. Sam follows behind, and you make your way to the bedroom.

You pull Colby to you, pushing him back onto the bed so you can straddle him. You reach out for Sam, grabbing his hand once he lays it in yours and pull him to you as well.

He hands the camera to Colby and Colby films you on top of him. Your skirt riding up to reveal those slutty little panties sitting between your legs that are soaked.

Moving over to capture the slow, heated make out that has you pulling at Sam's shirt. He leans back, lifting the shirt over his head and tossing it before moving back in for more.

"Fuck. That's so hot." Colby groans, raising his hips slightly. You moan against Sam's lips as you grind against Colby's cock in his jeans.

"That feel good?" Colby asks and you nod as you pull away from Sam, "Yes."

"You know what would feel better, baby?" Sam whispers as he slides his hand down your body, pulling your skirt up more, "If you sat on his cock for him."

Colby hands the camera to Sam and you move off of him onto your knees slowly taking what little clothes you had on, off while Sam recorded you, hyping you up as Colby stood next to him.

"Fuck, yeah baby. Take it off for us." Sam whispers, "You're so fucking sexy."

You giggle as you toss the black bandeau top at them and Sam zooms in your jiggling boobs, "You have such nice tits, babe."

You smile, covering your face as you laugh slightly, "Sam."

"What?" He laughs, "I'm just being honest, now move those arms, we wanna see."

You move your arms, hooking your thumbs into the band of your skirt but Colby stops you, "Mm. Leave that on. Just take off your panties."

You nod, confused, but you reach up under, hooking your fingers into the band of your underwear before pulling them down to above your knees.

You sit back watch as Colby takes the camera. Sam moves onto the bed, sliding his up your legs and grabbing a hold of your panties to pull them down.

He tosses them aside and grabs your ankles, spreading your legs apart. You move your skirt up to around your hips before you lean back, resting on your elbows.

"Look at the way he's looking at you, baby." Colby moves up by your head, "He wants to devour you."

You look from Colby to Sam and bite your lip, staring into Sam's eyes, "please..baby."

A smirk grows onto Sam's face and he nods towards Colby, "Give him something to." He winks and slides his hands up the outside of your thighs to your hips, gripping them as he shifts around to lay on his stomach.

You work at undoing Colby's jeans, pushing them down so you can free his cock from his boxers. Colby groans as your hand wraps around him, pumping slowly.

"Fuck.." he breathes out and holds the camera on the scene, "Use your mouth baby. I love it when you use that pretty little mouth."

Sam presses little kisses along the inside of your thigh until he reaches your pussy. He licks a strip up to your clit, closing his lips around it.

You moan out as you lean in to take the head of Colby's cock into your mouth. Colby holds the camera as steady as he possibly can on you sucking his cock, moving it to Sam eating your pussy every so often.

You work your way down, moaning around Colby as Sam's tongue plunges deep into you.

"F-fuck, baby. Yeah, shit. That's it." Colby groans, laying a hand on the back of your head, "Just.. like that just like that."

You pull off, tilting your head back as you clench around Sam's tongue, "Fuck, fuck fuck." You stroke Colby's cock, moaning out as you cum on Sam's face.

"Good girl, baby. Good fucking girl." Colby groans and points to the camera to Sam as he sits up, "How's she taste, Sam?" 

Sam smirks and nods, "scrumptious as always." He takes the camera from Colby and Colby pulls you up, "Come here, baby girl."

You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him as he pulls you closer by pressing his hands to your back. He bends you back, laying you down as he hovers his body over yours, lips still connected with yours.

"Same thing but with Sam, yeah?" He says lifting his head up. You nod, panting as he kisses down your body.

Your eyes roll back as Colby sucks on your clit, nipping gently. Sam moves up next to you, recording Colby as he throws your legs over his shoulders.

"Tell us how it feels, baby." Sam brushes his hand over your boob, pinching and twisting your nipple, "does it feel good?"

"So.. so fucking good." You open your eyes, moaning out as you lean up to undo Sam's jeans, doing the same thing you did to Colby.

You tilt your head back, gasping as you feel Colby slip two fingers into you, "Shit." You clench around them as you pull Sam's boxers down his thighs, "Fuck, fuck, Colby."

You wrap your hand around Sam's cock and he pushes his hips forward. You part your lips, wrapping them around the head of his cock.

He groans lowly, "F-fuck, baby." He lays a hand on the back of your head, tangling his fingers into your hair as he slowly moves your head up and down.

Your eyes roll shut as the overwhelming pleasure feeling of having a back to back orgasm takes over.

"You're so fucking good at this." Sam lets go of your hair and you bob your head, moaning around him as you cum around Colby's fingers.

"Fuck, fuck." Sam groans and moves his hips back, pulling his cock from your mouth, "You only get better at that."

Sam moves the camera down to film Colby finger fuck you through your high. You're whimpering, moaning, and arching your back off the bed while your heels dig into his back.

Your back meets the mattress as Colby pulls his fingers out and leans up. He brings his fingers to your lips and Sam records your wrapping your lips around them. You swirl your tongue, moaning as you suck yourself from his fingers.

"So fucking pretty." Sam brushes his fingers over your jaw and hands the camera to Colby when he takes his fingers from your mouth.

Sam stands up to discard his clothes fully, then lays his body on yours. You feel his cock rub against you, “Sam.”

“What baby?” Sam kisses your jaw line down your neck as you whimper, “Please.”

Sam looks over at Colby, smirking at the camera as he leans up to his knees, “Please what baby?”

“I want you..” you move your hips, staring up at him, “I need you.”

“She needs you, Sam.” Colby says moving the camera up and down your body slowly, “Give her some.”

Sam bites his lip as he slowly pushes his cock into you. Colby records your face as it scrunches up with pleasure and you moan, “Yes, yes.”

“That what you wanted, babe? Hmm?” Colby runs his thumb over your bottom lip and you wrap your lips around it, moaning quietly as Sam starts to slowly thrust in and out of you.

Colby pulls his thumb out and you moan, “y-yes.”

Sam grips the shirt that’s around your waist, groaning as he tilts his head back, “Shit.”

Colby moves the camera down, focusing on Sam’s cock going in and out of you, “So fucking hot.” Colby moves down to plant his lips on yours, swallowing every moan that comes from your lips.

Sam slides a hand up, gripping one of your boobs as he slows his thrusts down, “I need to stop or my night will be cut short.” He chuckles as he pulls his cock from you and you whimper at the loss.

Sam takes the camera from Colby and Colby moves to lay next to you, “C’mere, baby girl.” He guides you to straddle him and you sink down onto his cock with a gasp, nails leaving crescent marks on his abdomen.

Sam sets the camera on the stand next to the bed, angled perfect to capture all three of you. He moves up next to you, kiss your neck as you move up and down on Colby’s cock, “You look so hot riding his cock.”

“So fucking good at this.” Colby moans as his fingers dig into your thighs, “Such a beautiful fucking sight.”

Sam grabs your skirt, assisting with lifting you up and down, “You’re such a little slut for us.” He nips your ear, groaning as you reach down to grab his cock, stroking him as you lay your head back on his shoulder, “you know exactly how to treat us.”

You clench around Colby’s cock and Colby shakes his head, “Hold it baby. You’re gunna cum with us when we’re ready.”

You nod once, squeezing your eyes shut as Sam sucks on your neck, pinching your nipple with his fingers, “You can do it, baby. I know you can.”

“Sam.. give me the camera..” Colby extends an arm out towards it and Sam moves to grab it, handing it to him before moving to his place behind you.

Colby records you bouncing on his cock while Sam slides a hand down to rub your clit, “I know we make it hard, but don’t cum yet.”

“Fucking beautiful.” Colby moans and zooms in on his cock going in and out of your pussy, “Sh-shit.” Colby sits up slightly, “How do you wanna finish.”

He reaches up and tilts your chin down so you can look at him, “How do you wanna finish, baby?” He repeats and you smile slightly, “I want you both.”

Colby’s eyes move to Sam’s and Sam smirks, “You heard her.” Colby nods, “I sure did.”

Sam moves to sit with his back against the headboard, “you can either set the camera down somewhere or whatever..”

Colby nods, moving to set it up somewhere while Sam directs you on how to sit, basically reverse cowgirl, but Sam move down a little bit and you’re laying with your back on his chest.

You bring your legs up and Colby moves in front of you, standing over you looking over your body, “Hold on.” He reaches over, grabbing the camera.

Sam reaches down grabbing his cock and slaps it against your ass a few times, “Colbs, some spit please.”

Colby chuckles and nods before leaning forward to spit. You bite your lip as you feel it run down over your ass and Sam rubs his cock in it.

Colby records the process of Sam slowly pushing into you, moving up to your face as you pant, moaning out with a little bit of pain and pleasure combined.

“You okay, baby?” Sam asks in whisper as he moves to hold your legs up by the back of your knees.

You nod, “y-yes. Yes.”

“Taking him so good baby.” Colby presses his thumb to your clit, gently rubbing circles as Sam slowly pulls his cock out and thrusts back in.

Your moans fill the room, and they’re loud.

“That’s it baby, let em out.” Colby groans as he watches the scene in front of him, “Fuck, let me in there.” Sam slows his thrusts down, leaving you whimpering as Colby slowly slips his cock into your pussy, “Fucking hell.”

He angles the camera down by his side, capturing the moment.

You lay your hands on Sam’s, digging your nails into the top of his hands, “Fuck, fuck fuck.”

“Taking us so fucking well baby.” Sam kisses your head, “Almost done, okay?”

You nod and arch your back slightly, becoming a complete mess as they start to thrust into you.

You can fight it anymore. You clench around both of them, screaming out as you cum. Colby pushes your thighs back a little more with his one hand, moaning out as you cum around him.

“Shit.” He groans lowly, “I-I’m gonna fucking cum.” He digs his fingers into your thigh and tries to hold the camera steady as he fills you.

Sam is quick to follow.

You moan out as you feel them both twitching inside of you, whimpering as you relax from your own high,

Colby leans up, breathing heavy as he watches you, “Y/n, baby. You alright?”

You slowly lift your head, giving him a smile, “Never better.”

Colby bites his lip, nodding as he moves the camera to where you guys are still commenced, “Ready?” You take a deep breath, “Yeah.”

He nods and slowly pulls out. He groans lowly as he watches his cum spill out and roll down towards Sam cock that’s still inside of you, “Fuck. Sam you’ll have to watch this.”

“Oh trust me. I want to.” Sam slowly lifts you as he pulls out himself, and Colby sucks in air as you push out Sam’s cum for him, “Fuck, baby.”

You giggle quietly, sighing as you roll off of Sam. He leans over, “I’ll go get the shower started, hang tight.” He places a kiss to your lips and you nod, “Okay.”

Colby sets the camera down and lays next to you, “You okay?” He brushes hair from your face and you lay a hand on his cheek, “I’m sure I’ll feel it tomorrow.”

He chuckles and nods, “Yeah, that’s why I’m not going to let us watch it for a few days. Because I’m sure when we do..” he raises his brows and you laugh, “Oh I know.”

Sam comes back in, laying behind you, “You okay?” You nod, turning your head towards him, “Yes, baby.” He kisses your cheek, “Okay. Shower is ready.”

You slowly sit up and swing your legs off the bed, “Better hope that doesn’t get mixed in with your usual footage.” You laugh and look at them.

Colby’s eyes go wide, “Oh god, we’d have to fucking tweet something along the lines of um, hey guys, so that wasn’t your normal footage.. sorry for the.. the.. I don’t even know what we’d say.. I’d delete my accounts.. go rogue.” He laughs, “Colby Brock who?”

You laugh and look at Sam, “not if we uploaded it to the right website.” You wink and get up to walk to the bathroom.”

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

I feel like this was short, but also really good so that makes up for it. I hope you enjoyed!

Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

[leclercdream]

maroon

this is the final part of maroon

✮⋆˙ when carlos breaks reader’s heart, lando is ready to mend it

✮⋆˙ ex carlos sainz x singer!reader | bestfriend lando norris x singer!reader | boyfriend lando norris x singer!reader

✮⋆˙ tofi talks: final part!! not very happy about this one but ive been really busy x

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f1gossip: After a few weird comments on IG by Lando apparently he did score a date! YN and Lando were spotted today in Monaco having fun with some friends. As many of you have already seen they seemed pretty cozy together 😊 A mutual friend (private acc) posted the last picture on his story.

We don’t have pictures but a trusted source told as she saw them a few nights ago in a VERY expensive restaurant in Monaco.

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user1: this is everything i dreamed of in the last 5 years

user2: they look so happy together :(

user3: wasn’t she dating carlos like 3 months ago?

user4: slut

user5: am i the only one that finds CRAZY that she is suddenly dating lando after ending a 3 year relationship with his best friend? lol

user4: paddock bunny behavior

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[good riddance is all yours now]

[yourusername just released an album and it’s a masterpiece. go give it a listen. i love you]

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yourusername: thank you thank you thank you for the love on my new album!!! 🧚🏻‍♀️ i worked so hard on it and seeing your reactions, analysis, and just comments in general fills my with joy.

thank you landonorris for your support while writing good riddance, i love you 🤍

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landonorris: i love being your muse!

oscarpiastri: here he goes…

landonorris: you know i think we should tell people which songs are about me

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user1: lol lando

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landonorris: she wrote a few songs about me and now i’m stuck in a relationship with her ig

(just kidding i cried while listening to her album and had to beg on my knees for a date, you are the love of my life)

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[lateatnewyork]

Hi lovely! First of all: your writing is amazing. You have a huge potential, keep up your good work! I'm proud of you. Listen, of courseee now that I've flattered you I need to request something xD

SO! I was thinking maybe fluff prompt 11 with Azriel. Like it would be their first pregnancy together and Azriel took some time off from missions to spend time with you? He's being super protective and all, always having a protective hand over the reader's belly- you get the idea. And like they would be laying on the couch and he would just randomly whiff of the reader's scent filled with her pregnancy hormones and be like, delighted with the scent? It was just an idea I had: I figured you would be able to make it into beautiful words. Like always.

Take care!

Babies

Azriel x Rhysand sister!reader

Warnings: pregnancy, fluff, suggestive

Prompts: N/A

Summary: It’s your first pregnancy and Az is being an overprotective mate. But you love it.

a/n dude i literally love @azsazz for all her dad!azriel fics also i don’t think ultrasound pictures are a thing in acotar so bare with me, i hope you don’t mind i didn’t include prompt 11 i just didn’t think it fit into the story.

“You’re pregnant,” Madja’s voice rang through my ears.

“Pregnant, that can’t be” I whisper. “Y/N my dear it turns out you are really fertile, more so than normal fae females,”

“I’m having a baby,” I mumble out, “I need to tel Azriel, when should I see you next?”

It wasn’t as if Azriel and I hadn’t talked about children. Fuck we had come up with baby names before all of this. So why was I so nervous as I waited for Az to come home.

Madja had given me a picture of the babe. I had it laid on a table with a cake that said “You’re gonna be a dad”.

The time seemed to pass slower, the clock’s ticking dimmed. I could hear the songs of the birds returning for the night, see the sunset pour into the room.

The door clicked, and I practically jumped out of my seat and rushed to the open it. I think I gave Azriel a heart attack with how quickly, I opened the door and pounced on him. He reciprocated my actions with a searing kiss.

“Hi,” I whisper against his lips, he chuckles and shuts the door, making sure to lock it. “What’s gotten you so excited?” he asks.

“I have a surprise for you in the kitchen,” I murmur my mind still hazy from the kiss.

“Oh you do?” he smirks. Rolling my eyes, I jump off and grab his hand, “It’s not that kind of surprise,”.

Guiding him by his arm, I drag him towards the kitchen. Standing on my tippy toes, my hand goes to cover his eyes right before we enter the kitchen.

I look around at the swirls of black surrounding both Az and I’s torsos. Leaning down, I whisper “Don’t tell him anything,”.

As if they hear me they frantically move up and down as if saying yes.

Taking a deep breath in, we walk into the kitchen. Reluctantly pulling my hand away from his face, I look at him in anticipation of his reaction.

His eyes flutter open, taking in his surroundings, he looks at the picture of the babe in my stomach, then his eyes wonder to the cake. He takes in the words written on the cake.

Turning around he gapes at me.

“We’re having a- you’re not joking right?” he says frantically. Unable to form words I shake my head as a no.

Within seconds, he’s picked me up and he’s twirling me around in the air.

I shriek at first but then it dies down into a soft smile as I see how happy he is. Once he’s put me down on the ground, he kneels and pulls up my shirt.

“Mummy and Daddy love you so much” he kisses my belly.

Halfway through my pregnancy, Azriel forced Rhysand to let him off until the babe was born. He spent every waking moment with me, making sure I was drinking enough water, eating enough food and stuff like that.

The pregnancy made him more protective, he growled at every single male he saw, that looked at me. But seeing the fearsome spymaster, on his knees kissing my belly or holding my belly from behind to relieve me of some of the pain was all worth it.

He had cried the day the babe’s scent finally came. He had promised me that he would be the best father ever. Not that I had any doubt about it.

I stayed at home mostly, to satisfy Azriel and also because no one wants to walk around a lot when you’re so close to your due date.

That’s why I was currently lying on top of Azriel, my back pressed against his chest as he read me one of the books Nesta had given me.

But all I could focus on was his voice. A rich melody filling the room like a sweet song. I shuffled against him.

He took a deep breathe, taking in the scent of the babe. And my pregnancy hormones. The second they hit his senses, he let out a deep growl that went straight down my spine to my heated core.

I carefully twisted around so I could kiss him. His soft lips pressed against mine, sent me into a frenzy. The way his arms grazed up my shorts and down the arms of my sleeveless top.

“Az,” I whine against his mouth, “Don’t be a tease,”.

“I would never dream of it my love,” he says grinning.

My hormones swapped out for a droopy feeling. I yawned against his chest. He chuckled and kissed my head. Going back to reading, he drew mindless circles on my exposed shoulder. And finally for the first time in days the babe had finally let me sleep.

“You and our daughter are my heart, darling” and that’s the last thing.

Cassian had barged into the living room of the couple’s new house. “How’s my favourite sister in la-”.

Azriel tells him to shut up as he motions to the sleeping figure on top of him. “Sorry,” Cassian winces.

Just seconds later Rhysand stomps into the room, “Where’s my sister?” he asks as he looks over at Cassian. “Don’t be too loud you’re going to wake the demon,” he whispers pointing over at Azriel and I. Lifting up my middle finger, I aim it towards Cassian and then mutter out a “Fuck you” loud enough for them to hear.

“Althea doesn’t like you, Rhys” I say, giggling.

“Oh and how would you know that sister dear?” He says with a roll of his eyes.

Just as I’m about to answer, I get interrupted.

“Althea is such a pretty name,” Cassian squeals.

“Yes we know, now get out” Azriel sighs exasperatedly.

They start protesting but I cut them off, “Either get out or bring me some cake,”.

As they walk out Cassian mutters under his breath, “Demon,”

“I heard that!”

a/n hope you liked this anon! dad!az just holds a special place in my heart 🫶🏻

[vodika-vibes]

Jealousy

Pairing: Hevy x Reader Word Count: 1206 Warnings: Fluff Songs: None Prompt: "Wait a minute...are you jealous?" A/N: So, once again, I'm writing for a clone who only shows up in like 3 episodes. Hevy and Cutup are both members of the 212. Fives, Echo, and Droidbait are all 501st.

Divider by saradika

“Babe, are you sure you want to do this?” You roll your eyes when you hear Hevy whine, and promptly ignore him to finish curling your hair.

“This is important to my mother, Hevy. So yes, I’m sure I want to do this.” You reply after a moment, turning your head slightly to examine your curls, before setting the curling iron on the counter.

“Your mother hates me.”

“She…it isn’t personal, Hevy. She hates everyone.” You say with a sigh, turning on your stool to look at him, “You don’t have to come, Hevy.”

“Yeah, I do.” He replies.

“If you’re not comfortable around my mother, or my family-”

“Babe.” He stands and walks over to you, placing his hands lightly on your shoulders, “The last time you spent any time with your family, they made you cry. I’m not letting you face that alone.”

You look up at him, a small smile crossing your face, “My hero~”

“Yeah, yeah.” He ducks down slightly and kisses your forehead, “You ready?”

“Um…I’m not sure.” You lightly push him away and stand, walking over to the mirror hanging on your closet door. You turn left and right, looking at your outfit, your hair, your shoes, your make-up. “Maybe I should change?”

Hevy sits on the stool you abandoned, “Babe. You look amazing. The color suits you.”

“You’re just saying that because it’s your color.” You reply, without looking at him, “Maybe it’s too bright? I should change into a more muted color-”

“Hey. Hey, no.” He stands and quickly intercepts you before you pull open the closet, “You shouldn’t have to dim yourself to make your family happy. You look amazing.”

You sigh, and lean your forehead against his chest, “Just…want them to be happy to see me for once.” You admit.

You feel his fingers twitch against your back, and you glance up at his face. He’s glaring at the wall, “If they find you lacking,” He says through gritted teeth, “Then that speaks more about them and their personality than about you and yours.”

You smile at him, “That’s sweet, Hevy.”

“Yeah, well. I have a little experience with family expecting the worst of you.” Hevy replies blandly, “You never saw how some of the others treated us Dominos before we were pulled into the 501st and 212th.”

“And now look at you, an ARC Trooper who works directly under Commander Cody.” You say with a warm, and very proud, smile. 

He grins, “My point, darling,” Hevy says as he lightly strokes your cheek with the back of his fingers, “Is that I get it.”

“I know.” You hook your arms around his waist and smile up at him adoringly, “You really think I look good?”

“I think you look amazing. Where did you even find a dress in 212th gold?” Hevy asks.

“I special ordered it.” You reply cheerfully, “This will probably be the only time I wear it, honestly.”

Hevy’s heavy gaze scans your body, “I’m sure I can come up with a reason for you to wear it somewhere else.” He replies, and then he lightly tugs you out of the bedroom, “But, we’re already going to be fashionably late, babe.”

You allow him to guide you out of the apartment, making sure to grab your purse and jacket on your way out of your home, “Don’t forget your jacket, love.”

“Yeah, I have it.” Hevy replies as he pulls his own nice jacket on, and then guides you out of the building and towards the taxi.

Half an hour later, the taxi pulls up in front of the Coruscant Convention Center, and Hevy rolls his eyes as he opens the door for the pair of you. “Your mother really rented the whole convention center for this?”

“Well. Mother has always had more money than sense.” You reply as you allow Hevy to help you out of the vehicle. “I’m sure she invited a lot more people than she said she did.”

“Of course she did.” Hevy says under his breath, “What do you think she’s playing at?”

“With my mother? Who knows.” You take his hand and you smile brightly at him as he takes your hand and presses his lips against your knuckles.

“You know, we could always make a break for it,” He murmurs against the skin of your knuckles.

You laugh, “We’re already here, Hevy.”

“Tragically. You should know, I told Cutup to call in 30 minutes and fake an emergency-” Hevy admits.

You laugh again, and tug him towards the building. “Well, we can surely handle 30 minutes until Cutup comes to our rescue.”

You push the doors to the convention center open, and step into the open foyer, which had been tastefully decorated in golds and silvers. And then your mother was there, dressed in her finest silver gown, “Darling, you made it!” Your mother flashes the same fake smile that she’s always shown you, “And…you brought your clone.”

“My boyfriend?” You correct with just a hint of sarcasm, “He does have a name, you know.”

“So you keep saying.” The older woman replies, distastefully, “Nevermind that. There’s someone here I want you to meet.”

“What, are you getting married again?” You ask as you lean against Hevy.

“Oh, not me. I found you a fiance.” Your mother says brightly.

Hevy stiffens behind you, and his grip on your hip tightens. You glance up at him in concern, and see that his expression has become totally blank.

“Well. That’s nice.” You say slowly, “But I think we’re just going to leave.” 

“I beg your pardon?”

“I’m an adult, you don’t get to make those kinds of decisions for me. Not since I was an actual child.” You reply flatly, “Come on, Hevy.”

“If you walk out those doors, you’ll find yourself cut off.” Your mother threatens.

“I haven’t used your money since I was 16, mother.” You counter, “Come on, Hevy.” You tug on his arm, pulling him out of the convention center, and down to the street. 

Hevy stares at you, and you stare right back at him, “You didn’t even hesitate.” He says slowly.

“Of course not. I chose you, you goof.” You smile at him and reach up to touch his cheek, “I love you.”

Something thaws in his eyes, “Thought you would have at least met him-”

“Wait a minute…are you jealous?” You ask, eyes wide.

“Well. Maybe a little,” He lightly grips your hips, “It’s not like I’m ever going to be able to provide you enough money to rent out a convention center.” Hevy jokes weakly.

“Hm. You know, I grew up in a family that could do things like rent out convention centers, and I was never happy.” You reply as you lean against him and rest your hands on his chest, “You, Hevy, make me happy. I never feel lonely when I’m around you. And that is so much more important to me.”

He smiles at you, and ducks his head to kiss you. “Love you, mesh’la.” Hevy murmurs.

“Love you too.” You reply, sliding your hands up his chest and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You wanna go get some food, and then go home, babe?”

“Absolutely.”

[loveshotzz]

not your canon world but here’s an airwiy steve present for my new job bf:

“Happy first daaayyy,” his voice lingers in a soft song song while your sleepy form emerges into the kitchen. You didn’t both putting pants on; still in a big oversized t-shirt and some cozy socks from last night. That’s Steve’s favorite sleep wear on you.

“My first day was last week,” sleep soaks your voice while you yawn and rub your eyes; squinting into the morning light of the kitchen like a grouchy teenager.

“I know, but last week was your first day ever, this is your first day after training,” he smiles, flipping the bacon on the stove top onto a paper towel covered plate, “And so I figured you should get a second round of my diner breakfast.”

You laugh, air huffing out of your nose when you can’t help but smile. You got a new job, leaving the restaurant business long behind and finally getting to sit in your own office — though, it’s not as nice as Steve’s by a long shot.

You don’t know who was more excited, you or your boyfriend, when you got the call and offer. It was nice to finally get to spread your wings and do something that felt new and fresh; it had been too long serving tables and writing shifts.

For your first day last week you came downstairs to a full spread, a lunch packed, and Steve in an apron that did a little something to you that you weren’t expecting. He told you it was his famous ‘Steve’s Diner’ breakfast — he was so used to nursing Eddie’s hangovers in the past that he got pretty good at making comfort breakfast food. And to his honor, nobody makes French toast like Steve Harrington.

“That’s very sweet,” you smile, approaching him in quiet shuffles while you press a kiss to his cheek. It’s never enough — big palm coming up to cup your face so that you can’t escape the kiss he plants on your lips.

“I’m so proud of you,” he murmurs, “I really am.”

“Thank you,” you murmur back, giving him a few more kisses before you both settle down at the table. He serves, he always does, knowing what you do and don’t like on your plate. That you only like orange juice without pulp (which he can’t understand ‘Babe, the pulp is the best part.’), that you prefer slightly more butter to syrup on your french toast, that you like your bacon a certain type of crispy.

At first it was hard to let him dote on you like this, but you’re used to it now. He likes to feel helpful as much as he can, and who’re you to deny seeing those arms and that chest and neck hover over you while he fusses.

“I was wondering,” he offers with a soft pink in his cheeks while cleaning off his wire rim glasses, “Maybe when you’re having lunch you can FaceTime. I’ll take my lunch too. It’ll be like we’re having lunch together.”

He pops his glasses on and looks at you with the same hopefulness that Bandit has at your lap right now, begging in soft whines for a piece of bacon. You give the pup a comforting scratch while your smile stretches across your cheeks even bigger than before.

“Yeah, we can have FaceTime lunch together,” you nod back at him. You can tell by his face that he’s so excited you said yes; even though you know he’ll spend the first fifteen minutes giving you a mid-day pep talk before actually eating anything.

“It’s gonna be such a good first day, babe,” he says through a half swallowed mouthful of coffee, “I feel it.”

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND 🥺🥺🥺 I don’t know who I love more, you or him tbh. God, he’s so cute in his apron wanting to facetime lunch together 😩

[basilone]

@hesbuckcompton-baby tagged me in this one, ty! 💚I know a lot of folks have gone and done this one already, but please if you wanna do it consider yourself tagged right now! misc tag game!

favorite place in the world you’ve visited?

I really loved Prague when I went there for a citytrip aeons ago. The atmosphere of that city and its chill style really vibed with me. We’d rented an apartment, so it felt way less like visiting and more like living there for a couple of days. Remember just standing on the balcony in the very early morning watching the locals waking up and starting their day – that sense of utter inner tranquillity I had in that moment has really stuck with me.

something you’re proud of yourself for?

Uhm, I dropped out of school when I was fifteen. That part isn’t a point of pride, just a fact of life. And I had a lot of people pushing me this way and that way since, telling me I’d never make it and that I needed to sacrifice pretty much all of my mental health in order to fit the standard idea of what fifteen-year-olds should be doing with their time. I didn’t listen to them and started to carve out my own way instead. We’re almost twenty years on from my dropping out, and I can safely say this: I made it. I’ve got a great job I love, I’ve got people around me who lift me up, and my mental health is good enough for me to thrive 90% of the time. I have worked my ass off to get to where I am right now, and fought a long uphill battle to make life sing again. And it’s made me so resilient and so certain of myself, you know? I’m superproud of myself for sticking around in this world and making something awesome of my own path in it.

favorite books?

Rebecca (by Daphne du Maurier), Anna Karenina (by Tolstoy), Son of the Shadows (by Juliet Marillier), The Braided Path trilogy (by Chris Wooding), and Ash: A Secret History (by Mary Gentle).

something that makes your heart happy when thinking about it?

The prospect of curling up on the couch/in bed with a really good book for company. Can’t beat that!

favorite thing about your culture?

The way I almost went “which culture” lmao. 😂 Which really almost is an answer in itself, as I think Dutch culture is a collective of many different things? We’re traders/explorers by nature and our identity tends to slip into something pretty multifaceted. That said, I come from a specific part of this country where people still routinely speak a dialect and where the cultural events are a lot more in-your-face celebratory. My fave thing about this particular cultural offshoot, which I grew up in, is that you can play all the Dutch-language songs you could ever want without anyone bothering to so much as hum the tune… but the second you play a song in my dialect is the second you get the whole crowd singing along. Something about poetic expression? Yeah.

when did you join the hbo war fandom? what was the first show you watched?

In 2020! At least, that’s when I immersed into the fandom here on Tumblr and watched Band of Brothers/The Pacific back-to-back. Gen Kill was actually my first, though, as I’d read that book some years before and watched that one without fandom-dipping first.

have you read any of easy company’s books? if so, which ones were your favorite?

Yes! Bill & Babe’s book is so nice.

favorite hbo war character and your favorite moment with them?

*inhales* Speirs. Night time, speech time. Local forest cryptid says shady shit about war, more at eleven. I’ll never be normal about him so.

do you make content for any fandoms, if so; what sort of content?

Fun fact: I usually advocate against using the term ‘content’ when describing creative pursuits, for reasons I’m not gonna get into right now because that’s a rant for when I’m feeling particularly feisty. That said, I’m a writer and gifmaker. I’m more known for the latter, but the former is where my heart really lies.

favorite actor/actress and your favorite film of theirs?

I have a few favorites that’re way up there in terms of how mesmerizing they are, but I’m going to mention one that isn’t mentioned nearly enough: Tom Pelphrey. Truly one of the most captivating actors of our time. He tends to do TV shows more than movies – please, look up his monologue from Ozark if you have a moment – and so I get to rec Banshee to y’all while I’m at it. He’s amazing in that.

favorite quote/s that you wish to share with others?

Look, I’ve lived by the words “seize the day because tomorrow you might be dead” for years now. I think it originated in Buffy, but I’ve adopted it and it’s mine now. Life wisdom from yours truly, boom.

random fact your mutuals/followers don’t know about you?

I’m really into astronomy, outer space, etc.

if you’re a writer, do you need a beta reader?

I used to have beta readers back when I started writing, yeah, so I’m not gonna advocate against using one. Sometimes you need that extra pair of eyes, that nitpicking, that moment of being confronted with your own hubris. I’m my own beta at this point in my writing journey, but I still have a group of people around me who get first dibs on reading my stuff because I trust they’ll give it to me straight and pick out any lingering idiocies on my end. Which doesn’t stop me from shoving something onto the internet that has never seen an edit a day in its life, ahem.

three things that make you smile?

Put me near an alpaca and watch my face brighten, I dare ya. Also big fan of bookstores. Even bigger fan of AO3’s notification mails for fic reviews.

any nicknames you like?

Killy’s my most-used nickname, and we’re vibing!

list some people you love to see around on tumblr!

If I follow you, I love to see ya. That’s just how this thing works. But I’m gonna shout out my writing-and-life-support crew here because without them I would be nowhere much at all: @mercurygray, @junojelli, @shoshiwrites, @arethosedustyjumpwings. You lot are the real deal who’ve stuck to me like glue, and that means so much more than words can say.

what would you do during a zombie apocalypse?

Look, I have a zombie survival plan drawn up in my head but it essentially involves not being near people ever again. Because we’ve gone through a pandemic now and I don’t trust people to follow quarantine instructions or anything else that mildly inconveniences them. So. In the event of a zombie apocalypse, I’m sorry in advance, I’m gonna cry-scream-piñatapunch my way through any and all stupidity. If you see me running, please know I’m being chased because there’s no other way you’ll ever see me running voluntarily.

favourite movie?

Singin’ In The Rain. This needs no further explanation.

do you like horror movies?

Yes and no. I do not vibe with horror movies that get really gory for the sake of shock value. Can’t do it, won’t do it. But I’m a biiiiiiig fan of the final girl trope, I can’t go a day without pondering vampires, and I really love old horror movies and the progression of horror stories throughout the years. It’s fascinating to me to see how specific types of horror interact with the history/culture of that time it was created in: horror is never created in a vacuum, and its storytelling beats are so inspirational.

[munson-blurbs]

since u asked for angst reqs, can i pls request a fic based on this song lyrics? It’s ‘I don’t want to wait’ by Paula Cole.

I don't want to to wait for our lives to be over

I want to know right now what will it be

I don't want to wait for our lives to be over

Will it be yes or will it be sorry?

no pressure at all, if you don’t feel like writing it, that’s completely fine. I love ur writing btw!! And i hope you have a good day/night 🫶🏻

OMG my first request! Thank you! I had so much fun with this!

Warnings: smut (18+ only), angst, fluff, language, PTSD, alcoholism, pregnancy, Eddie in the military, Eddie is aged up (about 24-25 years old at the start)

WC: 2.9k

“I am so, so proud of you.”

You glance up at your boyfriend, clad in his army uniform. The camouflage print is a stark contrast from the frayed concert tees and ripped skinny jeans he wore when you met him in high school. He’s grown now, more confident; the military training has given him the structure and discipline he so badly needed growing up.

He’s had to cut his long curly locks, much to your dismay. You’ve loved running your fingers through his hair, clumsily braiding it while you curled up and watched movies on the sofa.

“It’ll grow back, love,” he’d murmured into your lips.

Now he was being deployed for the next six months. Six long months without his bear hugs, without the kisses pressed to the back of your neck to gently wake you in the morning, without him singing and playing air guitar while he cooked dinner.

You were shocked when Eddie first talked about joining the military. So shocked that you laughed, thinking it was a joke, but he was dead serious.

“Baby, I graduated high school by the skin of my teeth on the third try,” he’d reminded you. He’d put his hand on your trembling knee. “I love you. I want to build a future with you. And this is how I can do it.”

“I’m going to be a certified teacher soon,” you said. “I’ll get a full-time job, with benefits, summers off…”

“I know, I know. But this is…this is something I need to do. And I need your support.”

You’ve reluctantly come around, but basic training went by too fast. Now he was going off to war. It was time to say goodbye.

He pulls you in for a tight hug. “Hold on to it; it’s gotta last six months,” he whispers. He’s crying, you’re crying, and even though you’re surrounded by other sobbing families, you feel like you’re the only two people in the room.

“I gotta go now, okay?” But it’s not okay. Nothing is okay. You can’t let him know that, so you give a halfhearted smile and squeeze him back, planting a tender kiss on his lips.

The walk back to the car is the longest walk of your life. You throw a Metallica cassette in the player. Metal was definitely more Eddie’s thing than yours, but you need to feel him here, singing along. Tears stream down your face; you probably shouldn’t be driving, but you can’t think about that.

You get back to your apartment; a little one-bedroom that seems way too big now. It’s a Friday; you and Eddie normally order pizza tonight, but you have no appetite. 

You take a deep breath and repeat: “You can do this. You can get through this.”

~

Six months crawls by. It got a little easier; Nancy, Robin, Steve, and the kids (who were no longer kids, really, but they would always be little to you guys) kept you busy. Dustin had even attempted to teach you to play D&D, to no avail. But every movie night, every dinner party, the space where Eddie should be felt suffocating. When he was here, you’d stay out until you could barely keep your eyes open, but now you left as soon as you could.

But he was coming home! You wait impatiently as the soldiers file into the room to reunite with their loved ones. After what felt like an eternity, you see him. His electric grin lights up the room as he runs, bumping into people and not even caring.

“Oh my God, babe,” he breathes into you. “I missed you so fuckin’ much.” He envelops you in a hug, lifting you off the crowd. You wrap your arms around his neck and swear you’ll never let go. 

“I missed you more,” you finally reply. Your world feels complete again.

“Not possible.” He kisses you deeply and you grab his face lovingly. “Catch me up on everything that’s happened while I’ve been gone?”

You walk with his arm slung around you, listening intently as you tell him about life in Hawkins. Steve’s met “the one” about three times, Nancy got promoted to junior editor at the Hawkins Post, Robin’s going to grad school for her MBA.

“And how’s my girl?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“So much better now,” you admit. “I have good news, too.” Eddie raises an eyebrow and you continue. “I got my teaching placement! You’re looking at Hawkins High’s newest English teacher.”

Eddie’s eyes sparkle with pride. “Baby, that’s incredible. You’re gonna kick ass.” He takes your hand and holds it tight, bringing it up to his lips and kissing it. “I’m gonna have to play ‘Hot for Teacher’ every night.”

You swat at his chest playfully and he smiles. “So, tonight,” you start, “everyone wanted to throw you a party, but I wanted you all to myself until tomorrow, if that’s okay.”

“That sounds wonderful. I just need to be with you, beautiful. It’s been way too long.” A shiver runs down your spine as Eddie runs his forefinger down your profile.

~

You’re barely through the door of the apartment when Eddie starts undressing you, lifting your dress over your head and tossing it carelessly onto the floor. There’s no sense in protesting; you’ve missed him too much and you’re busy with the buttons on his uniform. He pulls you into the bedroom and positions you on top of him, straddling his waist. He lets out a whimper as you kiss his jaw, trailing down his neck and his chest as you grind against him. His finger presses against your clit through your panties, rubbing small circles while you wail.

“Mm, Y/N,” he moans. He bucks his hips involuntarily and you let out a sigh. 

“Eddie. Eddie, I-I need you,” you cry out. There’s no time for formal foreplay, and you don’t need it. You slide your underwear down your legs as he palms himself through his boxers.

He throws his head back as he sees you naked in front of him. It reminds me of the first time you two had had sex. Senior year of high school: you’d been dating for three months, and he had just finished an epic D&D campaign, which called for a celebration. He suggested ice cream, but you had something else in mind. 

You’d had ice cream after, though.

“Missed this view,” he says now, rock hard underneath you. He pulls out his cock and slips it in you. It’s like finding a missing piece that completes the puzzle. You could come right then and there.

He takes it slow, letting himself feel you clench around him, feel your slick on him. 

“N-need it faster, Eds,” you mumble, and he nods as he speeds up, and you both finish together.

Sex usually ends with cuddling, but Eddie is all over you today, much moreso than usual. He doesn’t stop kissing you until he falls asleep, and you do the same, passing out on his chest.

You wake up too tired to cook. Besides, cooking would take time away from cuddling with Eddie, so you roll over and say, “I’m ordering pizza. What do you want on it?”

You’re expecting one of his usual answers, extra cheese or pepperoni, but his response shocks you.

“I want you to marry me.”

You prop yourself up on your elbow. “What?” You couldn’t have heard that correctly. He was probably just dreaming, or maybe you were. A pinch to your skin confirms that you are, in fact, very much awake.

“The whole time I was deployed, I couldn’t stop thinking about starting our lives together. And…I don’t want to wait anymore. We can get a ring tomorrow, before we see our friends. And then I want to marry you. At the courthouse. I want to get married as soon as possible.”

A courthouse wedding isn’t something you’d ever really considered, but you also aren’t a fan of big, over-the-top weddings. You realize Eddie is still waiting for an answer.

“Of course I’ll marry you, Eddie!” you respond breathlessly. He takes your face in both his hands and kisses it one hundred times. “Can we…maybe do something a little fancier than the courthouse? Nothing extravagant, but something special with family and friends?”

He nods, smiling from ear to ear. “Whatever you want. As long as I get to be your husband.”

~

The next few weeks should be filled with the normal excitement of wedding planning, but something takes precedence over the bridal magazines and dress fittings. There’s something wrong with Eddie. He has horrible nightmares where he wakes up sweating and hyperventilating, sometimes even crying. You can’t touch him until he comes back to Earth, and sometimes it takes hours. When he wakes you up in the morning, his morning breath is tinged with vodka and his words are slurred.

One day, you get home from work with a pile of papers to grade. As soon as you walk in the door, a cloud of thick gray smoke hits you. A small fire has broken out on the stove where Eddie was trying to cook something, but he’s passed out on the couch with empty beer cans strewn around him. The fire is still small enough to be contained, so you flick off the burner and throw a dish towel over it, screaming Eddie’s name.

“EDDIE! EDDIE, GET UP!” Your voice is a mixture of worry and anger. You twist your engagement ring around your finger, a small diamond on a silver band. You know what you have to say, what you have to do.

“Wha-what?” Eddie wakes with a startle, and he doesn’t even notice the smoke at first. “What the fuck happened?”

“Why don’t you tell me? I walked in and you were about to burn the place down.”

“Shit, Y/N, I must’ve fell asleep.” He can’t make eye contact; you both know that he’s lying.

“No, Eddie. You didn’t fall asleep. You passed out from drinking too much.” You force yourself to look at him, so different than when he first arrived home. “Eds, you…you need help. Help that I can’t give you. You need to talk to a professional about the nightmares and the drinking. You need serious help.”

“I’m fine,” he grumbles. “Can’t a man just be tired?”

You choke back tears. “I love you so much. I want to be your wife more than anything in the world, but–”

“But nothing! Let’s just get married, like I said! C’mon, babe. Just you and me.”

“No. I can’t. Not with you like this,” you take a deep breath, your voice trembling. “Eddie, if you don’t get help, I-I can’t marry you. I can’t be with you. I can support you while you get help, but I can’t fix you. I wish I could. I wish I could take away all your pain, b-but I can’t. Please, please get help.”

“I don’t need help. I’m fine, and if you can’t accept that, then maybe we shouldn’t be together anyway.” 

“I think you should stay with Wayne,” you say, twisting the ring off of your finger. You place it in his hand. “I love you, Eddie Munson.”

“No, you don’t. If you loved me, you wouldn’t be doing this.” He shoves the ring in his pocket and heads into the bedroom. “I’ll pack my bags.”

“I can…I can call Wayne. You can’t drive like this,” you say softly, but he doesn’t answer.

Wayne comes by as Eddie finishes throwing his clothes into a suitcase. The old man stands at your door wordlessly, and you cry as Eddie leaves. He turns around, and for a second you’re filled with hope that he’ll change his mind and get help. Instead he says cruelly, “Don’t cry. This was your choice. Live with it.” Wayne mouths a silent I’m sorry as he ushers his nephew to the car.

You know you did the right thing. He’s going to die if he doesn’t get help, and you can’t enable him. You won’t. Still, it doesn’t stop the tears from falling.

~

You get a call ten days later, and you recognize Wayne’s gruff voice as soon as you hear it.

“He went to rehab. Gonna cost us a pretty penny, but he went yesterday.”

Relief floods through your veins. You don’t know what this means for your relationship, but Eddie is trying to get better, and that’s what matters.

“When can we visit?” 

“They said thirty days. I can take you with me if you want.”

You nod before realizing that he can’t see you. “That would be great, Wayne. Thank you so much.”

“No, Y/N, thank you,” he clears his throat. “If you didn’t say anything, he’d still be drinking himself into an early grave. He’s doing this for him, but he’s also doing this for you. He wouldn’t stop crying about losing you.”

“I love him, Wayne,” is all you can manage. “I’d do anything for him.”

~

The rehab center is quaint and quiet. You’re fidgeting as you wait for Eddie, a much different feeling than when you waited for him to come home a few months ago. You and Wayne sit on the couch when Eddie comes out. His eyes light up when he sees you and his uncle. You’re unsure whether or not to hug him, but he makes the choice for you, pulling you up and holding you.

“I am so, so sorry. I was horrible to you, and you didn’t deserve any of it. You’re the reason I’m alive, Y/N.” He leans in to kiss you, but you pull away.

“Say hi to Wayne,” you practically whisper, and he does, but there’s a confused look on his face.

“I’ll give you two some time,” Wayne offers as he steps out to give you privacy.

“Eddie,” you begin, “I’m so proud of you for getting help. I love seeing you healthy, but…you need to stay healthy. You have to stay sober, and you have to keep talking to someone about the nightmares.”

Eddie swallows. “It’s called PTSD. Add it to the list of reasons why Eddie Munson is fucked up,” he jokes lamely, but it earns him a small smile. “And I know. After this 90 days, I’m going to outpatient therapy, and I’ll go to AA and get a sponsor and everything. I want to get better and stay better.”

He shuffles his feet and reaches into his pocket. “Will you…will you wear your ring again? If I break my promise, you can take it off. But I’m committed to you, and committed to treatment. I’m going to do my best, I swear.”

You consider his sincerity, the pleading in his eyes, your history together. “As long as you take care of yourself, just like you are now, then, yes. Yes, we can get re-engaged.” You let him slip the ring on your finger and kiss him, arms wrapped around his waist. “But I think we should have a longer engagement. I know you don’t want to wait, but I want to make sure…”

Eddie takes your hands. “Y/N, whatever I need to do to earn your trust again, I’ll do it. I’ll wait a million years, if that’s what it takes.”

You laugh again, more genuinely this time. “It better not take that long, Munson. I don’t wanna be all old and wrinkly in my wedding dress.”

~

With three years of sobriety under his belt, Eddie once again is faced with the heartbreaking task of deployment. This time, things are different. For starters, you’re now his wife, and have been for almost a year. He also knows that he’s going to attend an AA meeting the day he gets home. He’s packed a journal so he can write down how he feels and note any major changes in mood. He doesn’t want to hurt himself or you or Wayne anymore.

You and Wayne drop him off at the airport. He gives you each a hug, holding you tight against his body. “I’m gonna miss you both so damn much,” he says. “I love you guys.”

“Six months will fly by, son, and you’ll be home before you know it,” Wayne comforts him, placing a hand on his back.

“I’ll be counting down the days till I’m back with you two,” Eddie replies.

“You mean, us three,” you say softly.

“Three?” Eddie furrows his brows, confused. “You, Wayne, and…”

“Baby Munson,” you tell him, placing his hands on your stomach. There’s no bump yet, but something flutters as he touches you.

“Are you…are you serious?” Eddie kisses your smiling lips before you can reply. “How far along are you?”

“Only about a month. The doctor confirmed it yesterday.” Eddie’s beaming, and you can see Wayne smiling the biggest smile you’ve ever seen from the stoic man.

“I’m gonna be a dad,” Eddie says incredulously. “That’s my little baby in there.” He points at your stomach.

“Baby’s gonna be a whole lot bigger the next time you see me,” you tease. “I’ll be seven months pregnant, and then we’ll only have two months until we get to meet him or her.”

Eddie nuzzles your neck lovingly. “My beautiful wife, pregnant with my beautiful baby.” He crouches down and speaks directly to your tummy.

“Hi, baby. I can’t get home soon enough. I don’t want to wait to meet you.”

[french-goodbye]

cuidaré nuestra historia la novela de los dos felices

summary: you have a novela kinda of love. you're not even a little bit mad about that.

pairing: argyle x reader

notes: i may have watched maria del barrio solely so i could mention it in one phrase in passing. but that was like, you know, for research purposes only. 10/10 would recommend tho. also motivated by me being a latina and loving argyle with all my heart. title from the song la novela by boy pablo and cuco.

every friday night since you began dating argyle six months ago ends the same way, to you driving to his house after work to have dinner with him and his family and spend the night at his place. on saturday you'll spend the day together before going to your place so you can have dinner with your parents, just so they can't complain about you never being home.

when you get to his front porch, the front door's unlocked so you can let yourself in, he does this even though you know his mom will yell at him for it later, claiming he should get up to welcome you in and he'll answer that you basically live there already.

you smile softly as you toe off your shoes in the entrance, seeing all the other shoes lined up neatly against the wall and your boyfriend's sneakers thrown around.

when you walk in, you can see the top of argyle's head in an armchair, his back towards the door, and his abuela in the couch. they're watching one of her telenovelas and speaking a rapid spanish back and forth. before you can go to him, his mother sees you and approaches you from the kitchen.

"hola, querida" she says enveloping you in a hug. you place a kiss on each of her chees.

"hi, ms garcia" you say as you let her guide you to the kitchen island. she ushers you to rest your bag there and sit down on the stool. you can smell the strong scent of cooking garlic in the air.

"those two are still watching their telenovela... they do this everynight." she playfully rolls her eyes as she goes back to chopping onions on a cutting board on the counter.

"really?" you question as you lean on the kitchen island, watching your boyfriend and his grandma together, now watching the tv eagerly as a woman hits another one in a wheelchair. huh.

"oh yes, they're insufferable" she replies cleaning her knife with her finger and starting to chop tomatoes.

"can i help with anything?" you offer even though you'll know she'll say no.

"oh no no, querida, don't worry about it." she waves her hands in your direction.

"he really watches that stuff? he never told me about it" you ask as she offers you a taste of the food that's simmering in a pot on the stove. you try it before giving her a thumbs up.

"hmm... that's really good" she gives you a proud smile before stirring again and answering your previous question.

"sí, i'm telling you. you usually get here after they're done but when he doesn't get to watch it, she tells him about it the next day" she shakes her head fondly, looking back at them.

the episode is now over and the credits are running, so argyle gets up, still talking to his abuela and stretches his back.

"go, you should say hello." she tells you, patting your shoulder gently and going back to her chopping.

you stand up but before you can walk to him, he finally turns around and spots you, his eyes immediately lighting up and his lips opening up in a huge smile.

"mi amor!" he practically runs to you and engulfs you in a hug. his arms wrap in a tight vice around your shoulders and you'd be embarrassed by the display in front of his family if you weren't used to your boyfriend's affection by now.

you laugh into his chest. "hey babe" you fold your arms around his torso, enjoying the closeness and breathing him in, the familiar smell of weed and the cologne he applied that morning.

"why didn't you say hi?" he says sinking his face into your hair and taking a whiff.

"i just got here, was just talking to your mom" you say as he finally pulls away, his arms around your shoulders still keeping you close.

"i'm almost done" his mom says still focused on the food in front of her. "now get out of my kitchen" she shoos you both.

argyle grabs your bag with one hand and interlocks his free one with yours to pull you towards his room. you wave quickly to his abuela as you walk past her, her attention already focused on the next show on the tv and she barely moves her eyes away from the screen as she waves back.

when you finally get to his room he softly closes his door behind you and abandons your bag on the floor. he crowds against you, holding your face with both of his hands.

"hey" he smiles at you.

"hi" you answer smiling, letting both of your hands rest on his hips. he guides your face to his and softly presses his lips against yours.

"i missed you" he tells you, his lips moving against yours.

"you saw me this morning" you laugh into his mouth.

"still missed you." he laughs back, hiding his face in your neck.

"i missed you too"

he walks backwards into his room, still wrapped around you. he guides you to his bed and when the back of his knees hit the mattress he lets himself fall backwards and takes you with him. you squeal as you fall into him.

you settle more comfortably on top of him and his arms move to your waist to pull you closer. you watch the way his hair fans behind him on the bed spread and the smile he gives you.

"you're cute" you whisper as you move to press a kiss on his nose. his body shakes when he laughs underneath you.

"you're cuter" he says as you plant kisses all over his face. his forehead. his brow. his cheek. his chin. his jaw. the corner of his mouth. he giggles.

"nuh-uh"

"uh-huh"

"nuh-uh"

you kiss his lips before he can continue to argue. he's okay with losing this time if it means you'll kiss him like this.

[nar-nia]

hello!

it seems that everytime i want to get back on Tumblr my life goes "nuh uh" so im gone forever lool

life is just busy - but not in the way that i hate, the nice kinda busy, maybe except of uni but im just trying to get through it, my personal life is still lol, every year (since like 2 years or so) i hook up with the same guy during a party and we both know it will never be more that but damn the yearner in me always have these bitter thoughts about this situation after it's done but hey that's life right sometimes ig

but other than that thriving and loving life or at least trying to be more positive about it! 🥰

gosh, i hope u had lovely Easter!!! and that ure doing good and the new job is going great!!! i saw that u saw itzy?? that sounds absolutely amazing!! are you doing good? I hope ure eating delicious food and drinking enough water 🥰🥰 and ofc i hope writing is still fun for u babe!!

ily!! only like 2 months left before exams 🤣🤣🤣 the worst part of the student life fr

-beloved anonie, i missed uuuuu

ps IM SO HYPED FOR THE DARK MOON SONGS LET'S GOO HEESEUNG BRAINROT FOREVER

omg hellooo 🩷 i missed you so much 🥺

how are you <33 i'm glad that life is busy in a positive way, but i will manifest your best for uni! time is passing so fast, how far into uni are you now? good luck for your exams but i am sure you will slay them as always, just try your best and be proud of it because you deserve it!!

and what am i hearing about a guy 👀 honestly props to you for even coming that far to hook up with someone, i recently downloaded hinge and it's not not hitting 💀 tbh i think i want to just be in a relationship with all the cute fanfic moments, but i really don't want everything you have to go through in the beginning to get into a relationship 💀 life's tough and unfair with that. but anyways, would you want it to be more with this guy? or should i just send heeseung your way, i'm sure that can be arranged too 🤭

i actually had to work during easter if i remember correctly butttt my new job is really good 🥹 last week was the first time when i actually disliked it (my coworkers had a bad day and that just brought up very unhappy memories from my old job) but it's all good again and i'm having so much fun, i finally get to bake cakes!! and if they're not having a weird day my coworkers are really nice too (and give me lots of praise which is 👀. i am beaming after every compliment). apart from my job i'm doing good too, my mental health, mood and health overall has gotten so much better ever since i switched jobs and finally work normal hours again. and yesterday was the first time since idk when when i could sit down and really enjoy and get invested in a show again, i missed that so much.

i will ignore the drinking enough water part because when have i ever... although i do drink more now since i get it for free and fresh and cold at my job. so yay me i guess 😍 i am eating well though, and yesterday i tried making a cocktail (without alcohol) and it was really good. how about you though?? i talked way too much about me.

buttt writing is more fun than ever again which i am so so happy about, i have so many wips waiting to be finished right now 😶 but it's really fun. AND YES THE COMEBACK!!! they look so good in the promo pics, i can't wait for the release. just one more week!

thank you so much for checking in and saying hi, i missed you 🥺🩷 and i love youuuu

[inmyblueparadise]

after the band breakup, reader writes a song about sex and the boys react to it and are asked about it in interviews

Hi lovie ! Wrote that really quickly hope you like it ! xx

You were always considered the baby of the group. You were the only girl, always protected by the boys, even the fans started calling you Baby Direction. And you loved it. You loved being taken care of, looked after, at the beginning it was cute, but as you grew it became kind of annoying.

Growing up as a woman was hard.

Growing up as a woman surrounded by men was harder.

Growing up as the only woman in a band with the eyes of the world watching you was imp-fucking-osible.

It meant that you didn't go on many dates, didn't introduce the guys you were seeing to your boys (the last time you did that, they threatened him so much that he got scared and never called you again), and didn't talk to them about sex !

It's not that you were shy about talking about sex. You talked about it with a lot of people on the 1D team Lou, Caroline, even Paul ! But never the boys. You didn't talk about it, you didn't write about it in songs, No. Sex. Management insisted that you were to play the "good girl" role. Whatever that meant. Nothing too sexy ? Keeping your mouth shut ? (You were never good at that anyway)

But now that you were writing for your first solo album, you felt more free, more in control, more you.

The songs were about being a woman, discovering yourself, freedom, passion, and yes sex. When your album was put out, it was like an earthquake. It made it's way to the top of the charts, everyone was talking about it. Of course the boys all sent you texts to congratulate you (proving that they didn't listened to the all thing because none of them made a comment about the few sex song)

It all started a few days after the release of the album. A video surfaced on the internet of Louis on a radio show, listening to your song.

Louis, i think you know the next artist we are going to play !

Oh really ?

Yeah, If you're only joining us, this is the breakfast show and we are live with Louis Tomlinson, we'll be back after this beautiful song by a beautiful artist, from her brand new N°1 album : this is 34+35 by Y!N !

The video was the funniest thing ever. Louis was seen jamming to the songs for 10 seconds before his face went red and his mouth was open. The radio host was laughing when the song ended.

Are you ok Louis ?

No ! That's my baby sister, I don't want to know that. I mean don't get me wrong it's a fantastic song, and I love her, now that doesn't mean that I'm not going to send her a text about it.

The fanbase was making fun of Louis, the hastags #LouisBigBrotherModeActivated, #PoorY/N and #SaveBabyDirection were trending on social media.

And it came to no surprise, that after the interview you got a message on the group chat from Louis saying :

Louis : Young lady we need to talk !

You : ?

Louis : 34+35 ?

You : Oh..Ooooooh ! What do you mean you said you listened to the album ? You didn't ? wtf

Liam : What is happening ?

Harry : I'm so lost

Louis : Well then you guys should listen to that song then

Louis : Of course I listened to your album, ok not all of it, but I did it really good babe.

Harry : Go angel !! Nice song !

Niall : Ewww wtf babe ! "Fuck me 'til the daylight" really ?

Liam : I'm traumatized !

You : Oh shut up ! Liam you literally wrote a song about a girl taking her clothes off, Niall shut up with your slow hands and Louis do you want me to talk about No Control ?

Louis : ...

Niall : Fair point

Liam : Good job angel !

Harry : It's really catchy, I like it !

The only problem with that video is that the boys were asked about the song a lot after that.

For Liam it was during a radio show.

What do you think about 34+35 by Y/N ?

It's a great song, I mean obviously, it was awkward when I heard it for the first time because she's my baby sister. But she's an amazing performer and songwriter, and I'm very proud.

For Niall it was during a red carpet.

Niall, all of the ex-members of the band are putting songs out, including you, but there was a little buzz around the song 34+35 by Y/N have you heard it ?

Yeah I did, you know the funniest thing is before the video with Louis none of us had heard it, and then he started talking about it on the group chat and that was when I heard it. I'm not gonna lie, it's kinda weird hearing a girl I consider my little sister singing about "You say, "It tastes like candy, So what are you doing tonight? Better say, "Doin' you right". It's kind of weird, but she is owning her life, her sexuality and her freedom and I'm really proud of her !

And for Harry it's was on stage, on his tour, no one even talked about it, he was talking about Watermelon Suger and somehow he ended up talking about you (not in that way guys come on)

After reading a sign saying : What is WS about ?

"It's also about the female orgasm, but his you want a really sexy song listen to 34+35, I mean "4.5 when I make the bed shake, Put it down heavy even though it's lightweight" he started singing making the arena shake with excitement !

So yeah, that's how the boys reacted when they heard you sing about sex. ;)

[leossmoonn]

Play Ground Days

masterlist

pairing - carl gallagher x fem!reader

type - fluff

note / request - “ughh FINALLY someone that writes good imagines abt carl from shameless! could you write one where you two grew up together and you've always been close n stuff and then at some point he realizes he loves the reader and he talks to ian and lip (maybe mickey too bc i love him) about it? (fem!reader btw if that's cool) thanks babe xx” thanks for inspo on the beginning @poesflygirl​ <3 ,,, carl and you are 16 also pls dont come for me ive only played COD 2 times last year so lmao i dont remember a lot about it, enjoy!

summary - carl has liked you since you two were young, and seeks advice from his brothers and mickey

warnings - strong language, drugs and alcohol, little talk about bad body imagine 

————

*gif isnt mine*

“I fucking knew it!” Lip exclaimed.

“Why are you telling us? We’ve known this.” Ian commented, smirking at his little brother.  

“How the hell—” Carl started. 

“You’re not exactly great at hiding your crush on her,” Mickey chuckled. 

Carl’s eyes were the size of saucers. “You knew?”

“Of course I did. I’m not fucking Helen Keller,” Mickey rolled his eyes. 

Carl groaned and ran his hands roughly through his hair. “I can’t believe this. Well, secret’s out, I guess. What do I do?”

“Just go tell her you like her. It’s not like she’s going to turn you down.” Lip shrugged, putting his cigarette to his lips. 

“Lip!” Ian hit his brother’s shoulder. 

“What?” Lip asked. 

“You weren’t supposed to say that, dumbass,” Mickey said.

 “What does that mean?” Carl asked, looking in-between his brother’s and Mickey. 

Lip sighed. “Ah, shit, right. I’ve already said too much.”

————

4 hours earlier: 2:00 PM

“Hey, shit head!” She called out, throwing rocks against the window. 

Carl got up from his bed, shocked but happy to see her. He opened his window, leaning against the frame. 

“What’re you doing here?” He asked.

She threw the rocks to the ground. “Escaping from my druggie dad, duh. What’re you doing?”

“Nothing,” Carl shrugged. 

She did her signature smirk that always made Carl’s heart flutter. “Wanna go and stuff our faces at Patsy’s Pies?”

Carl’s eyes lit up at the mention of fatty, greasy food. “Hell yeah. I’ll come down.”

She nodded, going to the front of their house. Carl ran down the stairs, putting on his shoes and opening the door to find her on the steps. 

“Hey, why didn’t you just come into the house?” Carl asked, shutting the door behind him. 

“Putting damage on your window seemed more fun. Oh, hey! Do you have an extra bed I can sleep in tonight?” She asked. 

Carl nodded. “Yeah, of course. Your dad is that bad, huh?”

“Yep, he relapsed. Super fun,” she laughed sarcastically. 

“I’m sorry. That shit sucks,” Carl said.

She shrugged. “Yeah, well, it’s life. Anyways, ready to go?”

Carl nodded. They got into her car, the girl starting it and driving fast to the dinner. As she was driving, humming to the songs on the radio, Carl stared at her. She was absolutely gorgeous. 

Her name was Y/n L/n. Carl’s oldest and only real friend. They had grown up together, Y/n living only a few houses away from him. They had met in detention in 1st grade and had been close ever since. 

“What’re you staring at?” Y/n asked, glancing over to him. 

Carl blushed. “Nothing.”

“Alright,” Y/n sang.

Carl had often been caught staring at her. It was something he usually did from time to time, but now it was more often. He couldn’t help it. There was something about her. Maybe flawless her skin was, how pretty and bright her smile and eyes were, the way she would make him feel secure and loved, something he had never got from anyone consitently. 

He never really knew why he thought those things about her. People had told him that he probably had a crush on her, but he knew that wasn’t right. He had crushes on girls before and the things he was feeling for Y/n were a lot different than what he had felt for his past girlfriends. He figured it was just that she was his closest friend and he happened to be a horny teenager, so naturally, he just thought those things about her. But oh, how wrong he actually was. 

Y/n parked her car at Patsy’s Pies. They walked into the diner, seeing Fiona at the register. 

“Hey, Fi,” Y/n smiled. 

“Hey, Y/n, Carl! Long time, no see. How are ya?” Fiona asked. 

“Good, good,” Y/n smiled. 

“Good,” Carl said. 

“Great! Well, get yourself seated and someone will be right with you,” she smiled. 

Y/n and walked off to a small booth and sat down. They picked up the menus that were already on the table. 

“You gonna get your usual?” Y/n asked. 

Carl shrugged. “Maybe. Should I change it up?”

“Yes. The double bacon cheeseburger looks good,” Y/n said. 

“Are you getting that?” Carl asked. 

“Maybe. I’ll probably get a salad or something. Gotta watch those calories, you know?” She half-joked, putting a hand on her stomach. 

“I think you look good. You don’t need to worry,” Carl smiled. 

Y/n’s eyes widened. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Carl nodded. 

Y/n looked back at the menu, hiding her embarrassment.

Carl complimenting her was something that was rare, but did happen. Y/n never remembered Carl as a romantic type of guy, but it seems that he had developed  those traits from having a few girlfriends. She liked that, actually. She liked him complimenting her, staring at her for minutes at a time, the way his ears would turn red when she teased him. She liked all of that. 

Y/n would never admit it to anyone, but she had a crush on Carl. She had a crush on him since their freshman year of high school. Well, in reality, she probably has always had one, but the first time she really realised she liked him was in biology when he got in trouble in one of the labs. She remembered when the teacher was yelling at him and he looked at her, smiling at her mischievously and winking at her. That wink had her heart racing and mind go foggy. From then on, she had liked him as more than a friend. Yet, she never said anything because well, as cliche as it was, she was afraid of ruining their friendship. He was really the only one who got her and who never abandoned her. She couldn’t lose him, so she just kept her feelings and gestures to him as friendly as she could.  

“Hi, I’m Carly and I’ll be serving you today. What can I get you today?” The waitress asked. 

“Hi, can I get the philly cheesesteak with a medium coke and fries,” Carl ordered. 

Carly nodded and wrote his order down, turning to Y/n. 

“Um, I’ll get the bacon cheeseburger with a small sprite and fries. Thanks,” Y/n ordered. 

Carly took their menus. “Great. I’ll have your drinks out soon.”

Y/n and Carl smiled at the waitress as she walked away. 

“Hey, so I thought your dad was in rehab,” Carl said. 

Y/n sighed. “He was, but I guess his girlfriend got him drunk, then convinced him to do some lines. God, I can’t believe he's even with her still.”

Carl frowned. “What about your mom? Where’s she?”

“She’s going to nursing school right now. She’s the only one responsible in this family, yet she never calls or anything,” she scoffed.

“You’re really responsible,” Carl said. 

Y/n smiled. “Thanks, C. You are, too.”

Carl laughed, “Me? I sold drugs on the streets once.”

She giggled. “True. But you’ve really shaped. I'm proud.”

Carl smiled sheepishly. “Thanks.”

Y/n hummed a ‘you’re welcome’. Carly came back with their food quickly and they dug in. Carl and Y/n spent their time talking and eating, spending about 2 hours there as they just kept talking. 

“Are you two finished?” Carly asked, gesturing to their empty plates. 

“Yeah,” Carl nodded. 

“Great. Here’s your bill, pay whenever you’re ready,” Carly smiled and took their dirty dishes. 

“Ready to go?” Y/n asked. 

Carl nodded and got out his wallet that he had in his shorts. Meanwhile, Y/n also got out her wallet. They both looked up at each other, awkward expressions on their faces. 

“Oh, I was gonna pay,” Carl said. “No, no, my treat. I invited you here,” Y/n said. 

“You sure?” Carl asked. 

She smiled and put a hand on his arm. “Yes, I am, Carl.”

Butterflies irrupted in Carl’s stomach as she touched him. He nodded slowly, putting his credit card away. Y/n and him walked up to the register and paid for their meal. They then went back to Y/n car. 

“What do you wanna do now?” Y/n asked. 

“Wanna play COD Black Ops 3?” Carl asked. 

“Yes!” Y/n smiled. She drove them back to his house, parking haphazardly on the street. 

The two hurried into the house, grabbing a seat on the couch. Carl got the controllers, turning onto the playstation. Y/n logged onto her account, selecting the gun she wanted to use. Carl then started the game. 

“Where are you?” Y/n squinted her eyes at the screen. 

“Right behind you,” Carl smirked. 

Y/n turned around, gasping as Carl shot her. 

“Fuck you!” Y/n exclaimed. 

“Little rusty, huh?” Carl teased. She rolled her eyes. “I’m gonna kill you next round.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Carl said. 

“Winner gets to pick what’s for dinner,” Y/n said. 

“Deal,” Carl nodded. 

The pair played for a couple hours, the game ending with Y/n getting the last kill. 

“Good game,” she smirked, setting the controller down. 

“I forgot how good you were at this,” Carl frowned. Y/n giggled, “I forgot how bad you were.”

Carl rolled his eyes with a smile. “Alright, where do you want to eat?”

“Hm… Noodles n Company?” She suggested. 

“Sure,” Carl nodded. 

“Alright, I’m gonna use the bathroom and then order. Text me what you want,” Y/n said, getting up from the couch. 

Carl nodded and watched her go upstairs to use the bathroom. Then that’s when Lip, Ian, and Mickey all came into the house. 

“Hey, guys,” Carl said. 

“Hey,” Ian smiled. 

“Is Y/n here? We saw her car out front,” Lip said. “Yeah, she is,” Carl nodded. 

“Asked her out yet?” Lip smirked. Carl’s face turned red. “Wh-What?”

“Oh, you’re not in love with her then?” Ian furrowed his brows. 

“I… am I?” Carl asked. 

Ian chuckled. “Yeah. You always are always happy around her, blush whenever she teases you.”

“And you’re always staring at her,” Lip added.

“That doesn’t mean I like her,” Carl said.

“Do feel dizzy and nauseous when she touches you? Does your heart race when she gets close? Do you see yourself kissing her? Would you do anything for her?” Ian asked. 

Carl furrowed his brows. They were right, all those things did happen when she was near. She was his best friend. He also sometimes think about kissing her and being with her in a romantic way. And yeah, of course he would do anything for her. Maybe… Maybe he did love her. 

“Oh, shit,” he muttered. “I… I guess I am in love with her.”

And that, ladies and gents, is where we left off. Lip, Ian, and Mickey teased Carl until Carl begged them for real help. 

“What do you mean?” Carl asked anxiously. 

Lip looked to Ian and Mickey for help on what to say. Little did Carl know, Y/n actually did admit her crush to someone. And that someone, or someones, were Lip, Ian, and Mickey. 

“Don’t worry about it, man,” Mickey said. 

“Did she say something to you?” Carl asked. “No,” Ian shook his head. “Like Mick said, don’t worry.”

“I… fine. Well, what do I do then?” Carl asked in slight distress.

“Give her some flowers and chocolate. Girls love that shit,” Lip suggested. 

“Alright,” Carl nodded. “I don’t know what her favourite flowers are, though.”

“Just get her roses. That’s really romantic,” Lip said. 

Carl smiled, “Alright. Awesome. Thanks, guys.”

He decided to get the flowers early morning tomorrow before Y/n woke up. 

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Carl sneaked back into the house, hoping not to wake Y/n up. As he walked into the kitchen, he was shocked to see her at the table drinking coffee. 

“Hey, Carl!” Y/n smiled. 

Carl’s eyes were blown wide. “I.. uh…”

“Who are those for?” Y/n got up and pointed to the flowers and chocolate in his hand. 

“Um… you?” Carl said. Y/n smiled. “Me? What did I do to deserve this?”

Carl knew that he couldn’t make up an excuse. He was horrible at lying to her. So, he decided to just have his confession here. 

“I.. I’m in love with you,” Carl said. Y/n’s jaw dropped and she froze. “Wha-What?”

“My brothers and Mickey helped me realise I was yesterday when you were ordering dinner. They told me I should get you flowers and stuff so I did. I hope you like roses,” Carl explained and held up the gifts. 

Y/n’s lips upturned in a wide smile. “How long have you liked me?”

“Honestly, probably since we were little,” Carl shrugged sheepishly. 

Y/n giggled. “Me, too.”

“Really?” Carl smiled. 

Y/n waked up to him and took the gifts, setting them on the kitchen counter. She went up to him and put her arms around his neck. 

“Yep. I always have,” she grinned. 

“Oh, sick!” Carl exclaimed. “Oh wait.”

“What?” Y/n asked in confusion. 

“That’s what they meant!” Carl exclaimed in realisation.

“Who? What?” “Oh, Lip, Mickey, and Ian kind of told me yesterday when I asked for help,” Carl explained. 

Y/n’s eyes widened and she turned to the stairs, glaring. “Mickey, Lip, Ian! You better fucking run!”  

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M A S T E R L I S T

Kun

First, I want to tell you that you are the luckiest person in the world because you can be Qian Kun's girlfriend

Will treat you like a queen. Do you see him as a leader who treat the boys really well? Yeah, just like that

Will cook whatever you want if you're hungry. Will cook for you cause he's a 5 star chef

"What do you want for dinner today? I can cook whatever you want. Steak? Seafood? Chicken? What do you favor~"

STUDIO DATE! You know these days Kun spends his time in the studio, producing some songs. He will make some songs while holding your hands. If he looks tired, you can give him a little massage~ also asking you about the melody of his songs

The typical of boyfriend who proud of his girlfriend. When you talk to someone or talk to him, he will smile while looking at you

If you're far from him, he will always call you to make sure you're okay. Text message every hour to know how you doing and if you need something

PRODUCE A SONG FOR YOU! He likes to make some music that, inspire by you!

What he calls you : bao bei (which means baby in chinese)

Ten

You are Louis and Leon's favourite

CAT CAFE DATE! Since Ten really love cats, he really likes to go to cat cafe with you. He will also bring Louis and Leon to play with other cats! Don't forget to taking photos!

Also, aesthetic dates! Cause he is an aesthetic man, he would take you on a cafe with a beautiful decoration, take a LOT of pictures on your date and he would post it on instagram

Since he really like to learning languages, he would like you to teach him your language~

Also will teach you how to be a pro dancer like him. Even though you're not that good, but he will teach you in the SM practice room until you can!

SaSSY BOYFRIEND! But you already get used to it so he doesn't bothering you

He actually has a little bit romantic side. Like he always taking care of you. Once in a week you will have a skincare day with him~ using cute animal sheet mask together

"Kiss me, Y/n! Right now!" he teased you. He really like to tease you

He really likes art. He likes to draw you if he has spare time. Sometimes you help him going to some locations so he could paint it in his canvas and ended with paint war together!! (Stream PAINT ME NAKED by Ten!!)

What he calls you : babe, kitten

Winwin

Very very very romantic person. He just loves you soooo much and wants to protect you at all cost

Shyyyyyyy boy omg like I picture him as a shy boy. Cheeks get red when you compliment him

Always sending a selca everyday to you. After eat, after work, after practice, etc (if you subs to his bbl, you'll know)

PARK DATE! Going to the park with Winwin at night, holding hands while walking in the park. Or in Korea, maybe at Han River. Ordering some street foods, talking about what happen that day on the bench, you're head on his shoulder while he caressing your hair akxhslxjksnx

Even though he's an introvert, but with you, he's really talkative~

"I really miss Wang!! (his pet at China) *shows you his picture in his phone* this is him when he's 1 month old! And this is me holding Wang last month! He grows so well! You should meet him!"

Winwin would hug you 24/7 when he feels a little bit sad or when he's tired. He likes your scent so he will hide his face on the crook of your neck, you caressing his hair and sometimes kiss the top of his head. Cuddling and stay silent until he feels better and in the mood to talk to you

What he calls you : baobei (baby in chinese)

Lucas

This man. He's gonna treat you like an actual princess. Can you imagine him saying sweet things to wayzenni? Yes, you'll get that service every day~

Clingy!! He really likes it when he lays his head on your shoulder or thighs, while you caressing his hair. And really love hugs! His favorite hugs is hugging you from behind, wrap his hands on your waist, and put his chin on the top of your head (if you're a lot smaller) or on your shoulder

He really likes to tell the other members about you and your relationship! That's why people are reaaaallly jealous because you two are soooo cute!

NIGHT DRIVE DATE! Since he's really busy, he only has free time at night after 12 AM. After practicing, he'll pick you up with his car, and having night drive! Singing your fave songs, his left hand holding steering wheel while his right hand holding your thigh. Sometimes you guys went to a high place, watching the city full of lights from above

Having a bad day? No way!! Cause Lucas is coming to the rescue! "Don't worry, your handsome boyfriend will cheer you up!" he said

What he calls you : baby, my lady~~ (c'mon my lady~~)

Xiaojun

SING FOR YOUUUU. Imagine thay you're gonna listen to his angelic voice, while he plays the guitar, admiring you while sing some romantic songs

You're Bella's favorite! She is sooo happy because her dad (a.k.a your beloved boyfriend) loves you sooo much! Sometimes, you forget that you spend more time playing with Bella then Xiaojun. So he's gonna fake angry to you because he's jealous XD

When you have long distance relationship, you guys really like to having a video call every night before you sleep. He's gonna show you how he cut Bella's nail, how he do his skincare routine, singing you some lullabies before you guys get sleepy with the video call still connected

"Bella miss you! Umm.. Actually I'm the one who miss you hehe"

CONCERT DATE! Since he's into music and so are you, you guys really like to attending some concerts together! You and Xiaojun will holding hands and singing together. After watching concert, sometimes he's gonna bring you to karaoke!! He's never tired of singing~ he likes to sing "Just The Way You Are" by Bruno Mars while staring and smiling at you. After singing he'll kiss your cheeks!

Watching movies together! You and him likes to watch some movies on the sofa while cuddling to each other. When you guys watch sad movies, he's gonna cry a lot so prepare your shirt to be wet!

What he calls you : babe, honey

Hendery

CRACKHEAD COUPLES!! You and him likes to do some crazy things together such as you chasing him on the road vice versa, shouting at the empty road at night, playing with slide and swing at kids park, just do weird things in front of people and make them confuse! Actually you guys are like bestfriends!

But the most important thing, he really like to staring at you! If you look at some WayV interviews, he really likes to just staring at the camera, or at some videos where he likes to staring at Xiaojun. He really likes to admiring you, that's why he likes to staring at you

Baby boy indeed. He's the youngest child and also the only boy. That's why you have to take care of him!

ARCADE DATE!!! Since you and him really likes to play game, arcade is your favorite place! Playing some games together like pump it up, street fighters, or mario kart and then when you get lot of tickets, you will exchange it to cute big teddy bear! Or maybe he's just gonna play crane games and choosing that Pikachu doll for you~

ANIME BINGE WATCH! He reallly likes anime so make sure you watch it with him! Just prepare some popcorns and cola, watching anime on netflix while cuddling at each other~~ "Let's watch One Piece together!! Need your cuddles and kisses while watching!!" he said

Random photos to send you in your chats (if you subs to his bbl, you'll know), like food photos, or his feet, or his laptop

What he calls you : baby (first blood! nice baby~), princess (cause he's the prince)

Yangyang

As you know, Yangyang is a mischiveous boy so be prepare for it!! Sometimes he's mocking you, tickles you, ruin your hair, pinch your cheeks, and many more ~~

He really likes to writing some rap lyrics for you. If you guys met, he starts doing his freestyle rap. Sometimes he sings too (PETITION FOR MAIN VOCAL YANGYANG!!)

His favorite word : "I'M NOT A BABY! I'M GROWN UP NOW!!" (but still eats gummy bear)

NETFLIX (and chill lol no) date! Since Yangyang is an introvert, he doesn't really like to go out. He prefer laying on the sofa or bed rather than do a walk etc. So you guys usually enjoy watching netflix together, you lean on his chest cuddling each other, playing with your hair, or sometimes tickles you when he got bored with the movie/drama. Sometimes if he's too tired, he will sleep while hugging you until tomorrow

Sending. Selcas. To. You. Everday. Everywhere. (if you subs to his bubble, you'll know). I mean he likes to send some random selcas for you, like him with louis/leon/bella, when he wears a new hoodie, or even sending funny videos of him dancing to some random songs alone or with Hendery (yeah they're having fun with it)

Kinda "tsundere" boy. He feels like saying "I love you" is kinda cringe, but actually he really loves you. He shows it with act, not words

What he calls you : darling, pretty, sexy

[reidjumpers]

Here Comes the Sun: Dumplings

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warning: mentions of food, some curse words, domestic bliss, Spencer being a little anxious

Series Summary: a journey of going through parenthood with Spencer Reid

Chapter Summary: When Spencer woke up to you making dumplings in the dining table, he knew he was in trouble.

Note: welcome to the first chapter of dad!Spencer series! For those who have faint heart, fear not, because I am not mean and I write this so we can all have serotonin boost together. Enjoy!

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Nobody in their right mind would ever call Spencer Reid a fool. He might have encountered people that underestimate him or didn’t think he was as smart, yes, but no one would ever call him a fool. Not even when Emily joked about his IQ getting slashed into 60 in the presence of a beautiful woman. He had to silently agree with that statement. How could he not? In front of him was a very beautiful woman that he had the luxury to call her his wife. His beautiful, gorgeous, very understanding, intelligent wife.

But right now he definitely felt like a goddamn fool.

When Spencer woke up to an empty bed and the apartment smelled distinctively sweet like the bakery, he thought he was waking up on a really good day. But when he walked out the bedroom and spotted you sitting at the dining table calmly, a hum of songs from the speaker played in the background, and a stack of dumpling skin placed on the table, he knew he was in the doghouse.

It was common knowledge that whenever you’re stressed or upset upon something or someone, when life seemingly wants to fucks you over and over, you’d channel it through baked sweets or as strange as it sounds, dumplings. He never knew witnessing you silently make dumplings on the dining table with freshly baked cookies on the counter would be such a terrifying and worrisome sight to see.

Spencer stood silently in the doorway, rocking on his heels forward and backwards. He was quiet and careful not to burst the bubble of your own world. His mind started to run a few scenarios inside his head over and over, trying to walk through every minute by minute of every event in his life that had led him into today.

“Hey,” he greeted you after two solid minutes of thinking and couldn’t come up with any answer. His voice was gentle to not startle you as he pulled a chair across yours.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” you teased. It was 11:15 AM, you were most definitely saying that just to tease him.

Spencer rolled his eyes at your jab, silently reached for the dumpling skin in front of him and started to fill it with the filling. He had done this thousands of times over to know the right way to make dumplings. Your first few dates with him consisted of homemade dumplings and sipping wine. He was honored when you showed him how to make dumplings the way your grandmother did it, grinning as you said it’s a family secret and he promised to keep it as one.

“Are we having a guest?” Spencer asked as he put his own dumpling carefully into the designated plate. His dumpling would never be as good as yours no matter how much he tried, but he was proud that it was passable enough to your standard.

“No?” you furrowed your eyebrows, glancing up from your own dumpling. “Why?”

“You make more dumplings than usual,” he pointed out.

“Oh,” your voice was soft, barely audible, and he nearly missed it. “Didn’t realize that.”

Spencer nodded, reaching for another dumpling skin to soothe his worry away. Study has shown that repetitive action proven to soothe anxiety and increase focus. He could recite the study in his sleep, forward and backwards without stuttering. But the damned repetitive action of making dumplings didn’t work for him right now.

He cleared his throat. It is now and never. He would have to kiss his husband of the year trophy goodbye if he couldn’t figure out for his life what makes his wife this upset. “Hon?” he called for your attention.

You let out a hum of acknowledgement, eyes didn’t leave your dumpling for a second. It made the corner of his lips twisted downwards.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked gently, mindful not pressing you into telling him things. He knew you would never keep things away from him. You would tell him eventually, but he needed to hear it.

You, however, just scrunched your nose adorably in confusion. “Talk about what?”

“You bake cookies and make dumplings, and it’s just…” he craned his neck to take a glance towards the hanging clock above the cabinet. “It’s not even twelve yet.”

You blinked at his statement. “I’m hungry.”

“You do stress bake,” he patiently pointed out. Placing his yet another passable looking dumpling into the designated plate, he let out a sigh. “You also make dumplings when you’re stressed or upset. And now you do both first thing in the morning.”

“You know me so well, huh? You should marry me if you know me so well.”

“Already did, nine months ago,” Spencer rolled his eyes at your humor, but a smile graced his lips. “So, do you want to talk about it?”

You blinked at him again, nose scrunched up in confusion at his question. Spencer could feel silence slowly settling in, filling the gaps between you and him. His mind started to make a list of things that you like, making mental notes to make a short trip to a grocery store to pick up your favorite ice cream and take a reroute towards the flower shop he saw a week ago and picked up a bouquet of roses.

He was in the middle of mentally reciting his apology for fucking up when he heard you burst into a laughter. It took him a moment to register that the sound of you cackling so hard was not a mere figment of his imagination. He saw you laughing so hard, head thrown backwards overwhelming the small dining room.

“I’m sorry,” you hiccupped, wiping away tears from your eyes with your sleeve. Spencer would’ve smiled at the sight if he weren’t so puzzled. “Babe, are you really thinking I’m mad at you because I bake cookies and make dumplings?”

Spencer sputtered, “How could I not!” he huffed, throwing his hands into the air dramatically as you laugh upon his misery. “I was so worried! You always either bake or make dumplings when you’re upset, but never both! And now you do both and you keep dodging my question.”

“I didn’t mean to!” you said defensively between your laughter. You cleared your throat, not wanting to make the pout on Spencer’s lips even more prominent. “I guess my brain really associated cookies and dumplings as something comforting. I crave for some comfort food, and my brain just screams, ‘cookies and dumplings!’ I didn’t mean to make you worried, I’m sorry.”

“This much? You’re really hungry, huh?”

“Pretty hungry since I’m eating for two now.”

Spencer froze on his spot, his hand stopped midair before he was able to reach for another dumpling skin. He blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. “W-what?”

You just smiled cheekily at him. You got up from your seat and walked towards the kitchen, leaving him alone flabbergasted at your statement. You came back a minute later, a wide smile at your face and your hand tucked behind your back.

“Ta-da!” you cheerfully said, placing baby shoes on the table in front of him. Spencer let out a soft gasp, cooed at the sight of how tiny the shoes are.

“Are you…? Are we…?”

“Pregnant,” you finished his sentence for him with a wide grin. “I found out during our case in LA and I was meaning to tell you earlier, I swear! But the case got a little crazy and we’re whisked away into doing a lot of things at once.”

Spencer let out a shaky breath, staring into the baby shoes with eyes full of awe. The news still felt unreal for him, artificial, but the warmth blooming on his chest that slowly spreading through his system left him fuzzy. A small reminder that it was as real as he wanted to be.

You probably have mistaken his silence for something else as you shifted your weight from one foot to another. You started to fidget with the hem of your shirt, eyes not meeting his. “I know we agree to wait for a year, but–”

Spencer practically leaped from his seat and scooped you into his arms. His smile was so wide that his cheeks started to hurt. You let out a small yelp as he spun you around before he placed a tender kiss on your lips. “I love you,” he said between your kisses, grinning as he stole a few more small kisses.

You giggled between his kisses, your hand flew into his face and patted his cheeks as he assaulted your face with his lips. “I love you too, you big goof.”

“A baby, huh?” Spencer let out a happy sigh after he spared your life from his kisses. His hand nestled on your waist, gently swaying you in his arms. “We’ve got to start baby proofing the whole place, make sure there are no sharp edges,” he rambled.

“Spencer–”

“I’ll go to the bookstore and pick up some book about baby names! Do you think Jason is a good name?”

“I think–”

“Oh, we should start shopping for some clothes and socks too. Make sure they’re warm–”

“Spencer!” you interrupted his rambling with your hands squishing his face. You smiled at him as he blinked his eyes towards you slowly, a little fazed that you broke his train of thought. “I love all the planning ideas, but right now let’s just focus on making dumplings and feed three of us, okay?”

“Okay,” he breathed out, slowly collapsing into his seat again. “Okay. Dumplings…” he muttered to himself, grabbing the dumpling skin in front of him. “But seriously, what do you think about the name Jason?”

“It’s a lovely name.”

“Oh, common ground. I like that.”

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YOONGI X READER (DIRTY IMAGINE)

Rating: E for Explicit

No one asked for this but I'll deliver anyways. I know I'm not consistent but I'm trying to be committed to something to stay sane. Lets go.

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Yoongi had been locked in his studio all week. Being the perfectionist that he was, you knew it would take a miracle to get him out of there. He was working on a new Hip Hop piece with some foreign artist and it stirred something inside, deep and longing. You knew he was passionate and you knew how much he wanted to get this done.

But seeing him so focused and concentrated at the small window of time you visited stirred something in you, deep and longing. Your relationship with him hadn't always been physical, he sought after comfort and companionship, but you'd be lying if you said he didn't turn you on.

Especially on days where he wear shirts that dipped to low, or days where he came straight from his schedule with Bangtan- fully decked out from head to toe with perfect hair and accessories for days.

Like right now for instance.

You weren't sure who was sitting in front of you; Min Yoongi, Suga or Agust D. Whomever it was, you were ready to please.

"Got you some coffee and snack."

Yoongi took a break from writing to look up at you with a little smile. Cute. His hair was pushed back and he looked so devastatingly handsome that for a second you forgot that he was yours, and you forgot to breathe. You couldn't help but notice the thick silver rings on his fingers as he reached for the coffee. You've always had a thing for his hands.

"Thank you babe, wanna sit for a while?" Yoongi asked, looking up at you from mid sip.

With his legs sprawled out like that, it seemed like an invitation- open and inviting. The material of his pants were thick but you could make out the outline of his legs just fine. Perfect legs. Perfect seat.

Feeling bold, you rushed forward and found yourself sitting between his legs. His hands were immediately around you with the gentle sound of his laughter.

"You did say sit." You teased, leaning into his warm chest.

"I did."

Yoongi hummed and swiveled the chair to face his computer. With the coffee set aside and his hands occasionally clicking the keys on his laptop, you both fell into a comfortable silence. Yoongi's head nuzzled against your neck as he furiously wrote down lyrics. All you were concerned about was his hands. He had beautiful hands.

As time progressed, you found the urge to be fondled or even feel him move against you was increasing. Yoongi knew all your tricks. If you tried grinding against him that would only warrant a scolding or worst, him banning any kind of sexual activity until next week. He'd do it, you knew him well enough to not cross him. Especially because he's so busy.

"Yoongi?"

"Mmm." He hummed, kissing your neck.

"You look cute today."

"Mmm, Namjoon called me Daddy. He thought you would like it."

"Namjoon's not wrong."

One of his hand wrapped around you, while the other worked with a pen and paper. He rubbed small circles into your stomach and hummed appreciatively.

"What did you do today beautiful?" His deep voice was calming, you were stuck between wanting to bask in his touches or fall asleep to whatever hypnotic trance he had you in.

"Work was good as usual. I also got my paper done, I'm really proud of it."

"Good girl. You've worked so hard."

You received another kiss on the neck. Before you could respond, his hand dipped under your shirt (his shirt) and cupped both of your breasts in his hands. His ringed thumb swiped over your nipple leaving a cool shocking sensation behind.

"You're not wearing a bra?" His tone was teasing. Had you not seen the small smile tugging on his lips you would think he was upset.

"Hate wearing those."

"Mmm. Anything else I should know." He asked, still fondling your breasts.

"Perhaps a couple things."

"Oh yeah, like what."

You were about to tease him, but the tugging and pinching of your nipple was enough to sedate your urge to toy with Yoongi. It felt really good, especially since you were already worked up earlier.

"Like what baby?"

He was now pressing kisses up your neck with little bites. The pen and paper was abandoned and his now free hand took refuge in the inside of your thigh, prying your legs open.

"Like, I think you should use your hands to make me cum."

He laughed, his chest vibrating against your back.

"Mmm, figured as much. You just sat right on my lap with no hesitation." You were squirming under his touch. "Take off your pants baby. I'll make you cum right here."

Without question, those pants along with your panty were flying to the other side of the room and Yoongi was spreading your legs until they hooked on the handle of either sides of the chair. From his angle, he could see your entire pussy spread out. He could see how wet you were from just a simple touch.

"Dirty."

He sucked a finger and circled it around your clenching core, feeling the heat of your wetness. His finger was teasing you in small strokes and he purposely flicked your clit.

Your body laid flush against his, lifeless even with your head lolled off to the side as he slowly rubbed circles around your clit, missing it on purpose. Yoongi was a nasty tease, he loved drawing out your orgasm and then letting it hit you in waves when you'd least expect it.

"Did you miss me this much? Had to storm into my workplace and demand that I make you cum with my hands."

His free hand was busy rolling your nipple between his thumb and index, tugging whenever he felt like it.

"Not my fault you look so good." You hummed.

"Wanna taste you, let me taste you please."

"Yeaah. Please Yoongi."

In seconds you found yourself being thrown on the desk in front of you. Your legs were splayed out with your hands resting on either side of your body for support. Yoongi ducked his head, laid close to your inner thigh and gazed up at you.

There was a glint of mischievousness sparkling in his dark gaze. He pushed you back hard, your back knocking into the monitor, your hand was busy smashing into the keyboard to find purchase.

"Yoongi!" You hissed, "Your fucking computer is behind me."

His tongue found its way on the inside of your thigh, dangerously close to the new heart beat centered in your hot dripping pussy.

"I will crush your head if you keep teasing me." You threatened. Yoongi had the nerve to laugh, as if he didn't believe you.

"An honorable death for an honorable man."

He finally gave in, and sucked lightly around your clit. His tongue flicking softly at the sensitive spot. You were too busy moaning and heaving, so when he inserted a finger, followed by another you found it extremely taxing to hold back your screams. They were loud and needy. And Yoongi was tending to them.

The thing about Yoongi is that, he knew how to use his fingers and he was an expert with his mouth. Every time he angled his fingers upwards to rub at area that made you see stars, he also added pressure to his tongue. He was sucking and licking your orgasm closer while he finger fucked you. The noises were loud and sinful. The room was heated with wet squelches each time his finger thrust into you.

"Uuuuhgh, Just like that Yoongi. Fuuuuuuuck mee!"

Unable to control the intensity of the feeling, you grabbed onto his hair and pressed him closer- possibly suffocating him in the process. Your hips were grinding circles into his face, finding it easier to chase your own orgasm this way.

"Yeaah!"

"Yeaaaaah!"

"Fuuuuuck Yooongi Mmmmmhhh!"

Your leg wrapped around his neck and pulled him in, locking his head in place as your orgasm hit. It was so intense, your ears were ringing and eyes rolled back as the endorphins wore off. Yoongi was still working his tongue, slowly, sending light shockwaves through your core.

"Baby, I love you and your pussy but please let go."

"No Yoongi, not when you make me cum like that. I feel like I'm floating."

"Oh yeah, I feel like I'm drowning in you."

Reluctantly, you let go. Yoongi's face was glossy with your arousal but he hadn't made any attempts to clean it, only smiling at you in return.

You heard the familiar sound of his belt being unbuckled and the zipper running down. His cock was standing upright, shining with his own arousal. Yoongi looked spent leaning back in his chair. He looked like he owned you and everyone else in this building with his cocky smile and the wicked look in his eye.

"Come sit on my cock baby. Lets finish this song together." He smirked.

And just like that, his cock was nestled into your warm sensitive pussy as he worked on lyrics to his new song. This was going to be a long night.

"You know the rules baby, don't move and don't touch your pussy. If you want something you ask me. Okay baby."

"Yes Yoongi."

"Good girl. This is going to take a while."

[babyitsfallin]

i'm setting off, but not without my muse | chan

pairing: bang chan/reader

word count: 1.4k

genre: romance, fluff

warnings: none! just some nice cuddling and words of reassurance

summary: chan works too much, you think he should take some time for himself.

Chan is a workaholic.

It’s not a quality that particularly goes under the radar by really anyone; not his groupmates, not his fellow staff, his family, him, but more importantly: you. There are at least four different cans of Monster littered across his desk, the lights dim in the small, confined space. His monitor hangs above him while he works, eyes darting from screen to screen while he clicks into different sections of the song he’s working on. A lazy bass pours out of the speakers as he clicks and drags it, pulling a distorted cymbal sound on top of it until he’s satisfied.

You like watching him work. He’s intent and focused, quite frankly it’s a little sexy, but mostly it’s relaxing. You get to sit and lounge, reading or playing on your phone or working on your own stuff while he does his. It’s a type of togetherness and closeness that’s comfortable, you don’t feel the need to talk or really say much of anything; just being in one another’s presence is enough. Plus, it’s pretty fascinating in the times you do pay attention to what he’s doing. He tends to do things without realizing, muttering under his breath, a mix between Korean and his thick Australian accent, for example. Sometimes he groans, pouting at himself for not getting the result he wants until he sighs and gets back to it. You usually don’t interfere, it’s part of his process. It’s not until he’s doing it in a timespan you deem a little too short for him to be doing it that often that you suggest a break, and he’s forced to sigh and agree with you.

“What do you think of this?” he asks, breaking you out of your thoughts. Your Twitter feed shines on your laptop next to you on the couch, long forgotten in favor of admiring your talented boyfriend. He clicks play, and the instrumental he’s been working on practically bounces off of the walls. It’s slower than the usual song the boys use, something more adjacent to the song he and Hyunjin worked on, but not quite as sexy. A cool electric guitar curls in a few seconds into the intro and you smile, nodding along with the beat. It’s good, no it’s better than good.

“I think it sounds like a new single,” you praise, letting yourself fall into the sound as it envelops you. “What’s the topic for the song, anyways?”

“Dunno, Felix is actually supposed to be set to write this time, they really liked some of what he did on Surfin’,” he replies, and he dons that sweet, adoring smile whenever he talks about Felix, warm and caring. “But he wanted me to produce the instrumental for it, we’re supposed to discuss how it’ll all sound with the lyrics sometime this week.”

“Wow, you sound so professional,” you tease, and Chan rolls his eyes playfully as he turns the track down, swiveling his chair to look at you. “I’m excited to hear it, though. I can’t believe he gets to write his first full, real song.”

“I know right?” Chan smiles. “I’m so proud of him. Hey, maybe you can be in when he records it, give some thoughts, yeah?”

“Wow, what an honor,” you intertwine your fingers together, and place your chin on top of them. “Of course I can.”

“Ah, perfect,” Chan stretches his arms above his head, the edges of his cut shirt revealing his sides as a yawn finally escapes him while the track runs to the end. It isn’t until then that you realize it’s well past any decent time to sleep, flicking your eyes to your laptop to see the clear 5:38 AM right in the corner. Oops.

“We should get some sleep,” you suggest, and you catch Chan closing his eyes for a second, narrowing your own at him.

“Mmm, soon, I just need to –”

“Babe,” you put a touch of an edge in your voice, more of a warning than anything, and he purses his lips at you. “It’s almost six in the morning. The track can wait for finishing touches, it’s not going to run away,” you tease.

“But –”

“C’mere,” you close your laptop, placing it onto the floor as you scoot over, patting the spot next to you on the couch as he eyes it. He stands up, and you hear a light pop in his knees as he makes his way to you. He settles in next to you, wrapping his arms around your middle, as he buries his face into your neck.

He’ll never admit it, you think, but he needs the break. He’s always doing something, writing or producing or giving an interview or learning choreography or taking care of the other members. He doesn’t mind, you know that, but Chan’s always been one to overextend himself. He always gives so much of himself to others, you included, and has a tendency to forget himself. You catch a glimpse of his eyebags, deep and heavy from the corner of your eye and it has you bringing a hand to curl in his hair as he properly relaxes into you.

“You shouldn’t work yourself so hard,” you mumble, letting your nails scratch lightly at his scalp. He gives a sound of appreciation and squeezes you tighter.

“I know,” he whispers into your neck, and it tickles just a touch.

“I’m serious,” you keep your voice low. You don’t want to yell at him, but more so…to remind him. Chan’s always taking care of others, watching over them and making sure they’re taken care of. You think it’s time someone was there to take care of him for once. “You shouldn’t worry about being up into the morning hours to just work on something. It’s not good for you.”

He stays silent, his hand rubbing circles into your shirt, like he’s contemplating your words, actually taking them to heart. His breath is soft and warm against your skin, and despite the conversation, it’s a comforting feeling to be surrounded by him, held by him.

“Okay,” he says, and he shifts, resting his chin against your shoulder to look at you. “…I’ll ask for some time off. It’s been a while, anyway. We could all use it.”

“…Really?”

“Yeah, really,” he smiles, and he presses a kiss against your shoulder. “Let’s take a trip somewhere, just the two of us.”

“…Really?” you ask again, and he laughs, bright and like honey, your favorite sound in the world.

“Yes, really,” he grins, teasing tone in his voice, a light giggle mixed in. “Feels like the only time alone we get is in here, you deserve romance! A picnic and a night sky!”

“I like watching you work,” you insist. “It’s nice, and relaxing.”

“Did you not just tell me I work too much?” he grins, and you narrow your eyes at him good naturedly.

“You do,” you say, and move to kiss the tip of his nose, earning a sound that crosses between a giggle and fake disgust. “I’m just saying don’t feel bad that this it the time we have to spend together. It’s not a punishment to watch you create masterpieces.”

“I’m so glad you think Cheese is a masterpiece.”

“It is, you helped make it,” you grin, and he returns it, letting his eyes slide shut. “It doesn’t matter where we are, or what we’re doing, I’m just glad I get to be with you doing it. But,” you pause, and he lifts his brows in wait, keeping his eyes shut. “ I do want us to feed each other and be totally gross while you point out constellations.”

“Then I guess I’ll just have to give you exactly what you want, huh?” he hums.

“I guess you will.”

He smiles in response, and you start to feel the evening out of his breath, a whispered, groggy “I love you,” before sleep finally pulls him in, rested against you, his arms loose around your waist now as he leans into you. You rest your cheek onto the top of his head, letting your own lids slide shut, cuddling in next to him.

It’s not the most ideal sleeping arrangement, you know you’d both be more comfortable sleeping laying down, even in the tiny bed back at his dorm, but having him draped all over you, finally getting the rest that’d been pulling at him for ages, well, the ideals could always be saved for later. Right now you had your boy, and a sweet promise of something even more exciting later; what more could you ask for.