#need a consistent cuddle buddy

[alwaysbetruexo]

Who wants to come cuddle? 😌

[fairyofhee]

HEARTLESS.

PAIRING. fuckbuddy!heeseung x afab!reader

SYNOPSIS. you confront your fuck buddy after he dumped you. and despite how heartless he turned out to be, you still ended up faced down in his bed.

WARNINGS. contains smut! MINORS DNI. dom!heeseung, nipple play, smacking kink, unprotected sex, usage of pet names like princess, heeseung is mean, a red flag. 3k words.

NOTES. this was originally a sunghoon fic but it flopped so i edited it into a heeseung fic lol. feedback is appreciated!

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It’s been ten hours since you’ve last seen Lee Heeseung. Ten hours ago, you were lying on his chest with your hand entangled in his. Then quickly after, you were left feeling empty.

Ten hours later, you are outside his apartment with your hair wet and goosebumps on your skin from the frosty air. Hard rain poured and it was cold as ice outside, but you didn’t care because you needed to see him.

You were standing before his door which quickly opened to reveal a messy haired boy. “Y/N?” Jake questions, eyes wide when he sees you outside at 11 pm in the evening, almost shivering and your hair drenched from the rain. “What are you doing here? It’s late and storming.”

“Where is he?” You ask as your throat evidently bobbles, voice lowly cracking. Jake notices your brows pulling together and gives you an apprehensive look before letting you inside.

“He’s in his room,” he gestures to upstairs.

“Is he alone?”

He shakes his head and this starts to worry you. He’s not alone, which causes a tight knot in your chest that you force yourself to ignore. Jake begins to walk up the stairs and you follow his lead even if you knew exactly where his room is at. You’ve been in it multiple times and slept over for a few nights. “Sunghoon and Jay are in there,” Jake says before opening the bedroom door.

Oh. The relief you’d just felt.

Immediately, you’re hit with loud voices echoing in the room that hurt your ears and the sight of the boys surrounded near a desk playing video games. They all turn their heads at once, except for Heeseung who was too occupied with the game. Sunghoon taps Heeseung’s shoulders who quickly meets your eye contact.

He seems confused, giving you a strong, dazed look of bewilderment. It doesn’t last long because he’s back to game, ignoring your presence. You roll your eyes, already used to this new behavior that he didn’t have twenty four hours ago.

His ignorance doesn’t stop you from approaching him and taking off his headset so that he could clearly hear what you’re about to say. Sunghoon and Jay watched as you stood close to the boy who left you feeling empty.

“You’ve been here the whole time?” You sounded more hurt than angry.

“Yeah.”

You give a scoffed laugh at his dry response, “That’s really all you have to say? Yeah?”

Patiently waiting, you hope for a response but seconds later, you get no word out of him. Your eyes travel to Sunghoon and Jay shifting their stance to stand next to Jake, who was sat on the bed noticing his friend’s behavior but choosing to stay silent and butt-in.

Heeseung’s ignorance starts to cause pain, this was not like him at all. Your chest stings once again because he’s choosing to believe that this morning didn’t mean anything, that it doesn’t affect your so-called relationship.

Your so-called relationship consisted of endless exclusive fucks. And you remember it like it was yesterday, a hookup that was only supposed to be a one night stand due to intoxication. You both met at a party thanks to your friends, then he brought you home after sobbing up where you invited him to your bed. Three months in, your friends with benefits situation started to become complicated, more conflicting.

Heeseung gently placed the controller on his desk before turning around in his chair and gazing up at you, “What else do you want me to say?”

How unbelievable. Did he forget how he fucked you, practically cuddled with you, slept on your bed, then called it quits the next morning leaving you to put the blame on no one but yourself? The audacity of him to make you relive it.

“We spent the night together then you dumped me without an explanation this morning,” you grit, tone becoming more passive.

He doesn’t respond again, how cowardly of him. “Did I do something wrong? Or d-did you find someone else?” You feel your throat close up when wondering your thoughts aloud.

“If you found someone else then you should’ve told me at least. Because leaving me like that makes me think that I did something. And I know I didn’t do anything because I’ve been nothing but good to you Hee,” you ramble.

Heeseung stared at the floor the whole time you basically vented, possibly comprehending your words, you’d hope, then drew his attention to the boys behind you. “Is she done?” He spits out, pointing his thumb towards you.

“Dude,” you heard one of the boys mutter. You didn’t know who exactly said it since you were on the verge of tears, not being able to recognize the person in front of you. How can he act so cold?

“You’re heartless, Heeseung.”

As if he turned off a switch, he reached for your hand slowly pulling you closer. You try to yank away from his grip, but his hold on your hand tightened. Realizing he wasn’t going to let go, you relaxed until he suddenly yanked you towards him, your smaller figure now sitting on his lap. His arm wrapped tight on your waist, preventing you to get up and leave.

“Can you give us a minute?” Heeseung dismissed the boys and they quickly got out of the room, closing the door on their way out.

You turn your head to face Heeseung, who’s grinning while playing with a strand of your hair. You’re confused, still upset, and you want to leave, but this is how you’re gonna get the most attention out of him, you think. So you stay put.

“I shouldn’t have come here.”

He was quiet again, he’s pretty good at ignoring you, until he lets out a big exhale. “You’re so mad, Y/N. You came all the way here late at night, driving in the rain and risking yourself getting sick just to yell at me,” he laughed.

You were about to speak but you let him continue.

“So what if we didn’t fuck anymore? Not everything is about sex,” he ironically remarks.

“It’s not about that-“

“Unless,” he cuts you off and ponders for a moment, causing his lips to dry which he soothed with a quick flick of his tongue. “You are worried that I was with someone else, huh? That I left you to be another girl’s boy toy?”

You shake your head and remove his arm that was around your waist while ignoring how flushed your cheeks were because he wasn’t wrong.

“Did you come all the way here because you want me, Y/N? You have this- sort of attachment towards me?” Your body tensed at his words as he breathed out against your ear. The heat was now palpable and you couldn’t deny the sudden feeling in the pit of your stomach. You force yourself to stand up from his lap.

“You think I like you?” You chuckle nervously with arms crossed before allowing Heeseung’s tall figure to tower over you as he gets up from the chair and stands in front of you.

“That’s funny, I didn’t say anything about liking me.”

You're frozen in place, quiet, and not saying a word. Oh, how the tables have turned. You didn’t realize that Heeseung was far too close to you, and you didn’t do anything to get rid of this close proximity. You watch as a smirk grows on his face when he lifts a hand to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, revealing your blistering cheeks. He loves when you become a shy and blushing mess just for him because it was rare occurrence. “If you’re desperate to have me, then take me,” his words come out as a low whisper.

“I’m all yours, claim me.” You feel his hot breath fanning on your face while returning his long stare, contemplating your next move. Suddenly you couldn’t take it anymore as you pull him even closer and attack his lips, feeling both of his hands cupping your entire face.

Heeseung leans further down to press a trail of kisses against your jaw, sending shivers throughout your entire body by extending them down to the hollow of your throat. You took a deep breath before pulling away to tug at the end of his shirt while his hand slides under yours, cupping your breast firmly under your bra and playing with your oversensitive nipples.

He removes his shirt, revealing his exposed chest as you take off yours and unclasp your bra. Heeseung steps back for a second to admire you then is quickly burying his face on your chest, taking your left breast and hungrily leaving kisses.

A loud groan leaves your lips when his tongue makes its way to your nipple. He suddenly starts to suck hard and your legs become wobbly, you feel yourself about to fall but you managed to gain composure to stand and grind against the noticeable tent in his pants.

You hook and wrap your arms tightly around Heeseung’s neck before he’s easily picking you up from off the ground and propping you on his bed. Everything happens so fast when he immediately attacks your mouth then grabs your whole body again to turn you around so that you’re faced down, feeling how hard he is from behind.

Heeseung grabs the band of your pants and pulls them down, quickly slipping off your panties and spreading your wetness. All that occurs as you bury yourself into his bedsheets, impatiently waiting for him to do something next. He starts to strip off his pants by untying the strings, his boxers followed by it and you feel his hardened cock pressed up behind you as he rubs slow circles into your clit.

“I barely did anything and you’re so wet.” You soon whimper at the loss when he removes his hand. “Seems like you’re ready for my cock now?” He softly asks while playing with your hair that’s splayed against your back, sticking to your skin since it was still wet from the rain. You nod frantically, unable to see the corners of Heeseung’s lips twitch upwards when he notices the way your legs are spreading wider.

“What was that, princess?” He took his throbbing length in his hand that dripped with precum and began to stroke himself to the view of you in front of him. A tease he was, resting his cock on your folds making you clench when he wasn’t inside you yet. “I want you now, please. I need you.”

A loud slap rings throughout the room as Heeseung’s hand makes contact with your ass causing you to moan. “Say it again. Louder,” his voice deeply laced with desire.

“I need your cock! Want it inside me now, please Hee!” He slams inside you without a warning, already bottoming out and reaching your cervix. Heeseung slips out his length and slams inside once more, satisfied when he hears the familiar sound leaving your mouth at the sensation.

“I fucked you last night and you’re still tight.”

A hand comes up to grip your waist, helping himself to set a fast pace when hearing your whimpers and moans that he deeply missed although he fucked you last night. The memory and current feeling has Heeseung slamming in and out of your cunt, head thrown back, loving the intense friction of being inside you.

“Do you love it princess?” He groans before placing small butterfly kisses on your back. You grip the sheets tightly, having trouble speaking. Heeseung slaps your ass when you don’t answer. “You feel so good, s-so fucking good,” You blurt.

You feel him beginning to roll his hips sensually, hitting your spot while still keeping his fast past. “You love my dick? Hm?” Heeseung feels you clenching when your orgasm is near. “I love your dick so much. Made to be inside me, Hee.”

He felt himself twitch at your words and could feel that you were close so he tightened his grip on your hips, helping your body to move in and out of his cock. The pleasure was overwhelming and more than anything that you have felt before (you say this everytime) but it felt so good, a reminder to why you choose to continue sleeping with him.

Heeseung takes his thumb to rub your clit which helps you reach your high. You know that he’s about to come when he increases his pace. You decide to help him out by clenching your warm walls around him, in which he sometimes complains about, because he could cum without even knowing.

“Ah, fuck princess,” he pulls out to paint your back. Once he’s finished, he kissed your lower back and massaged your thighs before getting up to grab a towel to clean you.

You’re now laid on his chest and it feels all too familiar that you’re suddenly afraid. “Should I leave before you dump me again?“ You joke.

“No,” he shakes his head. “I’m not that heartless to let you drive in the rain.”

You roll your eyes and laugh, “I hate you.”

“You made that clear earlier.”

There’s still conversation needed to be made about his sudden behavior from this morning, but you choose to let it aside for now to soak in this moment of being with him.

“My answer is no,” he interrupts your thoughts.

“Hm?”

“I’m not seeing anyone else.”

You smiled at his response, maybe that’s all you needed to hear from him for now.

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© fairyofhee 2024.

[starlostseungmin]

husband!han

✰ notes: posting this a day early since i’ll be out of town please enjoy <33 not proofread. REBLOGGING, COMMENTS AND LEAVING TAGS are highly appreciated! thank you <33

seungmin , chan , lee know , jeongin （ han ）changbin , felix , hyunjin.

ꔛ

Husband Han who asked the baker and chef to put the ring inside the cake. You thought it was kind of old school and yet you cried when you saw the ring. He went down on one knee in front of the crowd as the waiter/waitresses came for assistance. “Will you be the mother of Bbama?” “Yes!” 

Husband Han who wrote a song that he’d use on the day of his wedding proposal. The lyrics consist of words about his feelings, how deep his love is for you, how thankful he is, and how you are his favorite person apart from his Minho hyung. He went on the small stage of the restaurant and grabbed a small piece of paper so he wouldn’t forget what he had written. 

Husband Han whom you can order around. He complains but still does whatever you ask for. Sometimes he just obeys quietly or if he’s in the mood, he looks like a kid who’s happy to help his parents with that adorable and proud smile plastered on his face.

Husband Han who loves to stay home and watch your favorite movies then proceeds to cuddle you all day. He also buys things that will serve good for your convenience and cause less effort. He is a home buddy for a reason. 

Husband Han who is happy as a clam when you visit him while he’s at work especially when you bring him and his members with a ton of food.

Husband Han who is a loud introvert and hits high notes effortlessly on a random Wednesday morning. 

Husband Han who overreacts, and screams at any small inconvenience when he gets a chance. Hyunjin would be the one to cover his mouth because his ears suffer the most. 

Husband Han who has a lot of feelings and takes everything to heart (playfully) during a nonsense argument and will say some things nonstop until both of you just laugh them off. Yet also the type to be calm and straightforward that would pierce your heart if it’s serious especially when he does have a point. 

Husband Han who sometimes doesn’t listen to you and is stubborn. 

Husband Han who apologizes hours later after thoroughly thinking of what he did or said wrong during the fight. He would hug you tightly when he sees you crying and say “I love you” instead of  “I’m sorry.”

Husband Han who listens attentively to your worries and gives you useful advice. If he feels like you don’t want to hear anything and just sit there in silence, he will hold your hand or bring you into his arms while kissing the crown of your head. 

Husband Han whose love languages are physical touch, quality time, and words of affirmation (through the songs he wrote). 

Husband Han who gets jealous when you pay too much attention to BBama instead of him. He would sulk at the corner and refuse to talk unless you baby him until he decides to forgive you. 

Husband Han who gets sentimental when sad so you let him lay on you and bury his face on your neck while you hum his favorite tune or just play with his hair while whispering some things that he needs to hear. He loves it when you do that. 

Husband Han who loves cheesecakes especially when you’re the one who made them. He’d devour them immediately with some iced coffee he got from Seungmin.

Husband Han who gets round when he eats something or just mainly his cheeks are the cutest that you want to kiss, pinch, or suddenly goes nom nom nom. 

Husband Han who doesn’t mind you wearing his clothes. He loves them on you. 

Husband Han whose voice you want to listen to all night after a long day because it’s soothing to hear and brings you comfort, especially when he is talking softly and in a gentle manner. 

Husband Han who gets undeniably shy when you kiss him, especially when you’re in public. He is all giddy and a blushing mess, expect to make out with him when you get home.

Husband Han who can sleep everywhere that you get jealous but he would ask you first if you want to cuddle until you fall asleep in whatever comfortable place you’re at. 

Husband Han who texts or calls you before going home from work just to ask how your day went and if you want him to buy something. Sometimes you do it the other way around. It’s a must in this marriage. 

Husband Han who spoils you a lot. 

Husband Han who respects whatever decision you make, especially when it comes to the thought of having kids. Just like anyone else, he doesn’t pressure you and wait until you’re the first one to initiate the topic. 

Husband Han who promised to love you and never leave until death do you part.

Husband Han who thinks that having you in his life is the greatest gift he could ever have and the best thing that ever happened. 

Husband Han whom you love, protect, and spend the rest of your life with along with Bbama. 

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[ssvnriseya]

LOVE AFFAIR (R.G.)

summary - you and rick had a forbidden affair that you knew was bad for the both of you, but you loved him and you can't help it.

warning - MDNI 18+ heavy angst, smut, unprotected p in v (wrap it buddy!), cumming inside, rick is a bit of an asshole and a jerk but we love him for it, lowercase intended, mentions of shane, mentions of lori and shane cheating on our poor baby, I think that's it. (lmk if i missed anything.)

notes - i love rick, period, previously the other woman but i changed it to love affair.

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you glanced at rick as he assisted lori and carl out of the car and onto the little camp you and the group has decided to settle in for the night.

it had been months since the farm fell when it was hit by a herd, months since you and the others have been on the road and were consistently on the run.

it has been months since something happened between you and rick, five months to be exact. you didn't know what happened or how it happened.

you only knew that you and rick needed comfort and stress relief since that night when you and rick were on the top floor of a house your group stayed in for a week.

you and rick were guarding the house from the top of the balcony, well rick was, you were just accompanying him because sometimes you know it gets too lonely.

you were talking his ear off and trying to converse with the man you've liked since the first time you met.

he was older, you were fine with that, it wasn't much of a big problem. it wasn't the thing to stop you from your feelings over him.

he has a wife. that was the thing that would stop you, you've tried to stop liking him but you could not, he was a great leader and he was a great father.

carl is rick and lori's son, he was a teenage boy that was a very sweet guy, he was the reason you met rick. otis has accidentally shot the boy and that brought rick to ask your uncle for help.

you looked away from the family as you bit your lip, staring at the fire embers instead as if it would make the aching pain in your chest go away.

fuck, you can see from the corner of your eyes how lori and rick lovingly held their son as they told him stories and cuddled with him.

"is that how you met mom?"

you could hear carl ask innocently as he looked up into his fathers blue eyes, you tilted your head a bit to the side to look at them and now you wish you didn't.

rick was smiling as he made heart eyes to his wife, the woman also had a smiling face as rick slowly nodded and looked back down at his son.

"yeah, bud. that's how i met your mom." rick nodded as he played with the boy's hair. was it really a good memory that it had them laugh amidst the chaos around the world?

you've never made him laugh, were you not really just funny? you also wanted to make rick laugh, you wanted to be the reason why he was laughing.

he rarely ever smiles when he's with you, whenever your bodies are onto each other or after that. he rarely smiled or laughed.

it was truly a rare moment to see him smile with you, and you would give up everything you had just to see him smile again, because of you.

you're crazy and down bad but whatever, you loved him. what can you do? it's not like you can control who your heart likes or loves.

"share it with us." beth smiled at the couple as she laid her head on your uncle hershel's lap, the old man was stroking the girl's blonde hair as he also looked at the couple.

everyone was looking at the family by now, also wanting to hear a love story once again for the first time since shit hit the fan.

you can feel butterflies form inside your stomach when rick's gaze landed on you, you smiled a bit as you looked away again.

he always had this stupid effect on you. you hate and love it at the same time, you hated it because it shows how weak you are for him, you love it because you love him and only he could make you feel this way.

you can hear the silence of the night as everybody waited for the story or rick and lori, how they met and how their love happened.

you didn't wanna hear it, you can't hear it. it would burn you and hurt you but you can't do anything, others would get suspicious.

maggie was a smart woman, she would instantly figure out what was going on and you didn't want anyone to know what's up with you and rick.

you only pressed your lips into a thin line as you mirrored daryl's usual position, you dazed into the fire as you waited for rick to start the story.

"well, there's this college party my brother and i attended." rick started and you didn't dare look at him while he told the group how he met his wife.

"and?" carl asked impatiently and everyone laughed at the little boy, even you let out a little smile as you quickly wiped it.

"i saw your mom with her friends and we fell in love." rick stated simply as he finished the story in two simple sentences.

"that's it?" beth and carl grumbled as they wanted more, treating it like a bed time story as beth finds it hard to sleep on the cold grass.

"well, lori... she liked to make pancakes on sundays..." rick stated in a teasing voice as lori slapped his arm, also smiling at the memory.

"they weren't great." she instantly informed everyone as she waved at the air like she was trying to clear off the fact that rick tried to make her look like a good cook.

you frowned a little, you were a better cook. you don't burn your pancakes and surely you could do them a little better than lori.

you shook your head and thought about the times the older woman has been kind and generous to you. you can't say things about her just because you love her husband.

you were attracted to her husband yet she was the one who stood like your mother when you and the group were still in atlanta.

"rick doesn't bring lunch to work, he buys them." she chuckled as everyone laughed along with her. you let out a small scoff.

how could rick like her if she doesn't even know how to cook? how could she be a wife without learning how to cook in the first place.

but yet again your cooking skills would be no use if the guy you liked already has a wife and loves her despite her bad cooking skills.

you were glad hershel and beth were between you and the family. you can't stand being that close to rick. you would probably just have broken down.

he wasn't okay with her just a month ago, that's why you were both grinding against each other while everyone was asleep in the next building.

he definitely wasn't okay with her two months back, hence why he claimed that he needed you and only you could make him feel better.

three months back was the worse, lori and rick weren't even in speaking terms despite the woman trying to converse with her husband.

they weren't okay four months ago because lori cheated on rick with shane, thinking that her husband's dead, they weren't okay because she hooked up with rick's best friend.

they started drifting apart five months back when the farm was hit by a herd and shane died, rick wasn't even able to look at her in the eyes.

so when did everything go wrong? they weren't on good terms one month ago and now they're just laughing like a family like everything is back to normal?

maybe everything is back to normal. maybe rick has forgotten the fact that lori had cheated on him or maybe he just forgave her.

maybe it's just because his feelings for her came back and they were willing to try again for carl? maybe they were willing to try again as a whole family?

you took a quick glance at lori's stomach and your heart felt like it was being stabbed multiple times at the same time with different knives.

she was six months along, she was pregnant. none of you knew if it was rick's or shane's but the former was willing to stand up as a father for the baby whether it was his or not.

and that made you sick. he dropped you at the sidewalk to start a family again with the first woman he loved. he dumped you because he wants the four of them as a family.

did you actually mean so little to him? were you just really a bed warmer or a body he could use whenever he was feeling horny or stressed?

but you didn't care, you loved him, right? you don't care if he was using you or not. you would do anything for him because you loved him.

loving him comes along with things, and you were willing to pay for it. you can endure the pain and suffering, as long as you can love him.

you would rather it be that no one loves you than no one loves him. he was your everything and he's great, he deserves all the love in the world.

if letting him go means him being happy, you would let him go a million times. you loved seeing a smile on his face, you loved hearing the sound of his laughter.

your smile at maggie held so much meaning when she offered you a beef jerky that was being passed along the group as rick and lori went on sharing stories.

you passed the beef jerky to your uncle hershel and beth and you accidentally made eye contact with rick. only this time neither of you looked away from each other.

you smiled bitterly as if telling him that you understood, telling him that it was fine, that you were fine. but you weren't and the both of you knew that.

"rick..." you moaned his name as you both kept the pace you had, desperate to get some release. your hands were entangled in his curls as he was kissing your neck.

he was thrusting his hips into you so bad that the bed almost broke, you almost felt bad for the bed if you both weren't so starved for each other.

"please..." you begged as you met his hips, you were nearing and he was too. "ric—" you moaned loudly and rick had to cover your mouth with his hand to keep you quiet.

you would scream his name out loud like it was the only word you knew, but you knew you can't. the group was sleeping on the third floor of the building.

it was too quiet except for the occasional grunts and moans of the passing walkers. it meant that your moans would echo and reach those who were sleeping.

"i-i missed you..." you moaned.

you both were on the ground floor but you knew you would never lose a thing by making sure you were quiet. rick could keep his moans at bay while you? you can't.

it was too much of a pleasure for you and you wanted rick to finish inside you, to have him cumming the same time you are. you wanted to feel close to him more than ever.

"i-i'm coming..." your moaning was muffled by his big hand that almost took over the whole part of your face. you closed your eyes as you tightened up around him and came.

rick groaned in relief as he stopped thrusting and muttered praises as he felt your warm walls tighten up more around him.

"fuck... lori—" he came inside you as you stopped yourself from moving, you were frozen as you gripped his shoulders, pushing him away from you.

"what the fuck?" you stood up once he was off you, he also looked shocked when the word slipped out of his lips. the same lips you loved to kiss.

you searched for your clothes as tears threatened to spill out of your eyes, you found your undies and jeans as you reached for your bra and shirt along with your sweatshirt.

you didn't even dare to turn around and face his stupidly handsome face, you were too scared to do so. he was stuttering as he tried to come up with an explanation.

"what?!" you finally faced him as you started slipping on your undies, followed by your jeans. "you can't fuck her so you fucked me?!" you screamed, you didn't care if anyone heard you at the moment.

"what? is it because she's pregnant or she fucking only wants your best friend fucking her?" you hissed in pure anger.

"it's not—" he started as he tried to grab your arm, you backed away as you put in your shirt followed by your sweatshirt after putting in your bra.

"i'm not—" you sobbed as you stopped yourself from completing your sentence, "i'm not a fucking whore you can k-keep around to fuck when you feel... feel horny!"

"it's not fair how you just fuck me because you want to... or when you want to fuck your wife but forget you can't so you fuck me..." you sniffled as you crouched down.

"i-i love you that's why i always have sex with you." you confessed to him as you hid your face in the palm of your hands.

"it hurts me how you were laughing with her last week when you weren't fine a week ago..." you shook your head, disappointed at yourself.

"i said no strings attached..." rick looked down at you as he also started clothing himself if anyone ever came down due to your screams.

"i know... but i got attached. maybe too much more than before." your voice cracked as you looked up at him, wiping your tears.

"we're—" he started as he ran his right hand over his face and hair, "we're casual." he finished and you nodded several times.

"i-i know rick. i know." you nodded as you slowly stood up as you looked up at him, slowly walking towards him as you wiped your tears away.

"c-can't you try loving me?" you asked once you were standing face-to-face in front of him, voice cracking as he looked anywhere but you.

"i'm sorry." he looked down at the ground as he put a hand in his hips, shaking his head as you reached for his hands. he was breaking your heart and he knew it just by the sobs and whimpers that escapes you.

"please?" you begged as you lifted his head to look at you, pulling your hand away from his hand as you supported the sides of his cheeks.

"i-i can't." he shook his head and he also had tears in his eyes by now, also waiting to spill out any moment. he was shocked how he could hold back his tears.

you were desperate, sad, and angry. maybe this didn't hurt him too much and he really had no feelings for you that's why he can't even spare a tear for you.

"in another life?" you asked as you gave up, your shoulders slumping as you smiled at the older man, caressing his stubble.

"in another life." he nodded finally breaking as he saw your pained smile and at how you were so accepting and understanding.

"i love you, rick." you whispered out as you searched his eyes for any signs that he wanted you too, not the way of you being beneath him but wanting to be with you.

you waited for a second but all you got was silence and his silent sobs. you nodded and smiled again, wiping his tears as he looked down.

"it's okay... i understand..." you assured him as you brought the taller man into a hug, he buried his face into the crook of your neck as you rubbed his back.

maybe you weren't meant to be in this universe. maybe the universe had other plans for the both of you. maybe in the next life... he could finally learn to love you.

he might not love you in this life or universe, the next life and the next one after that but you knew one thing.

you might be the other woman in this universe, in this life. but maybe in another life you could be the one he chose, the one he loved.

you would always be waiting for him.

[brucewaynehater101]

I personally am not a fan of romantic/sexual a/b/o but I do have a headcanon for Tim.

I believe that Tim, regardless of gender, wouldn’t have the scents of his parents on him since they’re gone so frequently, essentially making him packless. Maybe the elites of Gotham prefer to wear scent blockers so there would not be anyone aware of Tim being rejected by his parents.

Taking into account Tim’s distant relationship with the bats when he first became Robin it wouldn’t be a surprise is Tim wasn’t invited to cuddling sessions where they would scent each other. As vigilantes they also frequently would wear scent blockers to avoid identification.

All this is to say that I would find it comedic if one day Red Robin takes off his scent blockers and instead of smelling like the rest of the bats pack if instead you could tell that he had bonded with young justice, romantic or platonic is up to you, since many of the young justice members would have also been rejected from the other packs around them.

-abo anon

Hi!!! Definitely agree on not a huge fan of romantic a/b/o. There's some cool stuff with platonic a/b/o, but shifter and/or creature fics tend to have most of those cool features.

Let's get into the hc/au, though!!!!

Does this AU have anything to do with pack bonds or nesting? For the sake of it, we will say that it does.

You're right that Tim probably wouldn't have his parents' scent on him. In fact, he probably thinks this is normal.

Is it nice when his parents are home, he gets scented, and then he feels safe, secure, and loved for a bit? Yeah. However, that's a luxury, not a need. It's nice, but Tim can live without it. He has everything else he needs (Tim, buddy, no).

We tie this mindset into the Gotham elite one as well. Tim knows it's improper to just have proof of scents wafting around. Everyone wears scent blockers (perhaps this became a norm due to rich people having affairs, marrying for money, etc). Therefore, Tim thinks it has to be common that the upper class just doesn't scent, or doesn't scent often. It's like those weird sitcoms Tim sees on the TV.

Then he becomes Robin.

At first, due to Dick and Bruce fighting, Tim doesn't see much of the cuddling, nesting, scenting behaviors. They still do it, but not as often or openly.

As the family starts to heal, the Waynes aren't purposefully trying to exclude Tim or anything. In fact, Dick (and maybe Bruce too) want to engage in those familial/loving activities. However, it's very intimate and only done with people you consider family. Dick does consider Tim to be his brother, but Tim has his parents. Also, how would the Waynes explain scenting their son to the Drakes when the Drakes go to do a similar thing?

Even after the Drakes die, Tim has his "uncle." They can't really explain away the Waynes scenting Tim, so they keep refraining.

While all of this is happening, Tim has fond his place with YJ. He's learned what scenting really means, how it's healthy and vital to them, and how horrid it was that his parents weren't around enough to do it. Tim has complicated feelings on that matter, though.

He found YJ and, even with retired members, they make sure to visit often for scenting purposes. Everyone in YJ is part of the family.

As anon said, you can hc a romantic poly for the core four or do a qpr. Either way, they are everything to each other.

Since YJ core were the first to consistently scent and bond with Tim, Kon and Bart's deaths particularly burned.

Anyways, he gets them back and everything. The Waynes are settling down. Things are good.

Then Tim takes off his scent blockers, which, for plot purposes, he's never done in front of the Waynes (maybe something about propriety's sake and YJ being the only ones he takes them off for). Chaos ensue when the Waynes realize that Tim doesn't smell like them, not one bit. He does smell heavily of YJ, though.

Also, perhaps YJ didn't wear blockers, but the batfam didn't know what Tim smelt like (due to the blockers), so they never connected the dots.

[flowerwiththemachinegun]

Very often I think about Sephiroth crawling in my bed and napping. Cause why not? Headcanons for Sephiroth Angeal Cloud Zack +Tseng and Rufus? if they have consistent access to your home. I doubt they’d do anything too invasive…that doesn’t go for Rufus and Tseng

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Zack

haven’t been paying enough attention to him he’s worried about you, you haven’t sent him your routine messages that let him know you made it to work or when you were heading home and that’s just weird. “What could be more important than thinking about me?”

Love him all you want, he’s eating your favorite snacks like a greedy little monster, it doesn’t matter if you buy enough to accommodate both of you. It takes a lot of food to fuel that man’s body, so that just means you started buying more for him to eat in addition to what he already steals right?

Doesn’t really snoop around while you’re gone but if something catches his attention he’s going to investigate. You’ll catch him with something in his hands that you haven’t seen in ages but still claims he doesn’t actually go through your things…sure buddy

Tries to straighten up messes, most of which he makes, but I dunno man. Something about Zack doesn’t scream world’s most tidy man and he doesn’t pay attention to fine detail. It’s the effort that counts right? He’ll at least take your trash out for you and clean up any obvious messes.

Will find him sprawled out on your couch waiting for you to get home, snoring and drooling all over the arm of your sofa…god he’s so fucking adorable and he’s just waiting for you to get home and cuddle him. After all you gave him a key for anything important.

Cloud

Yall know I’m making the “you like krabby patties don’t you squidward” face mhm..anyways are those most definitely your underwear in his hands that he’s so poorly trying to hide behind his back. Not to mention the underwear hanging out of his pocket. “You know Cloud,I heard you were a perv but fuck.”

After that day he didn’t use his key for a while. No, that’s not what he was there for originally. He was waiting for you to get to your home after an argument the two of you had on the phone to speak to you in person. Who knew that in his boredom his feet would led him to your drawers? There wasn’t too much to argue about anymore, not after asking if he wanted the ones on your ass too. He did and he got them off of you personally.

Will also straighten up things he sees in disarray, especially if he knows you like things a particular way. Will also feed and take care of any other needs your pet has if you have one. He gives your pet way more attention in private than he does around you.

The “Oh I fixed it” guy. If he isn’t there by the time you get back there might be a list of miscellaneous items he fixed. Eventually he stops making the lists considering you didn’t even realize what needed fixing and when, knowing that his actions are always appreciated.

Genesis

Because what more of an excuse does he need to freely enter your home than being Genesis? He’s coming to get your attention and recite Loveless to you while creating parallels between you and the words of his beloved epic.

Mad at him? Ignoring him? That’s not going to work, you better take that key back if you really don’t want him in your face. He’s not going to knock, sweet boy is coming straight in to fix whatever turmoil has risen between the two. Sometimes bearing gifts in these moments but he delivers you gifts when you’re not mad at him as well.

Noticed one thing isn’t very tidy, taken in account that perhaps you’ve been too tired or not in the best of moods lately. He’s going to end up cleaning your home just as he would keep his own. It’s the least he can do to help his darling.

Somehow makes your entire home smell like him, it’s like he has a Febreze can of himself that he sprays around the place. It’s just him spraying his cologne everywhere to mark his territory like a cat.

Sets up cute dates for when you arrive. This is especially convenient considering the two of you have such busy/conflicting schedules. Making sure to take care of anything around your home so you can solely focus on unwinding from the events of the day and on him.

Sometimes you’ll come home to fresh flowers sitting on your living room table. Along with a sickly sweet note, a quote from Loveless thrown in, and addressed to “his goddess”.

Angeal (ily break into my home pls I just wanna talk)

The master at taking care of his “beautiful liege”. Originally got a key to your home to pick up some things you needed for work but seeing the disarray of your apartment causes him to pause. It doesn’t bother him but if you needed help being taken care of you should have asked. Poor baby feels bad for not noticing that he needs to take care of you far more than he already does.

Yeah, you actually never got the things you needed for work that day. Only receiving a short text from Angeal claiming he would “be there soon”. Stepping into your home you can’t help but notice that it smells amazing. Beginning your trek to the couch toss your things down you go to step over some books that you swear were going to get picked up two weeks ago. Looking around you can’t help but notice the whole apartment is spotless. No longer able to hold the irritation you held with Angeal for bailing on you earlier, as you realize why he never showed up.

He refuses to give you back “his” your key after this. He won’t enter without your permission of course, even if you’re home, the man’s polite after all. Certainly wont go through your things unlike Cloud and Zack but can often be found curled up in your bed if it takes a while for you to get home.

You already know this man is cooking for you, normally timing when he’ll finish a meal with the time you get home so it’s fresh cause he “needs the best for his baby”. He’ll also do things like having a bath running for you, will join if you want him to, he’ll wash you up himself since you “shouldn’t have to lift another finger today”. Once again due to such a busy and conflicting schedule this is the easiest routine for you two.

Sometimes it seems like he lives there, seemingly spending more time at your place than at his own. Which is just fine with him, home is where his heart belongs, and his heart belongs with you.

Sephiroth (the cutest one idk i usually write my favorite one last but between Angeal, Seph and Rufus+Tseng idk) {After Genesis goes missing to highlight his emotional state}

To say the look on that man’s face was stressed was an understatement. As you walked into his office, immediately asking our dear Sephi what was wrong. Not one to go into too much detail Sephiroth explains he’d just like to be alone. That right now everything is a bit much for him to deal with and he doesn’t want to be found “unless it’s by you”. Prompting you to offer up your apartment, knowing nobody would look for him there.

Hesitant to accept your offer because he doesn’t want to intrude or make himself an inconvenience to you. A statement that makes you roll your eyes because Sephiroth could never be a bother. It doesn’t take much convincing for him take your keys and disappear from the Shinra building.

When you get home Sephiroth you can tell he’s made himself at home. His shirtless form opens the door for you, giving you a quick kiss and asking how your day has been. Noting that he looks a bit more well rested than he did earlier. As you walk around you can kind of tell what he’s been up to, a few of your books are sitting on the couch along with his laptop. Nothing out of the ordinary really, asking what he’s been up to and if he’s feeling better.

Scooping you up in his arms he carries you to the bedroom, stating that he’s just been “waiting for you”. Giggling at the sight of your bed you gawk at him asking “did you make a pillow fort?!” He actually looks a little prideful when he tells you he did and that “the structural integrity is absolutely astounding.” He’ll only let you leave the fort for good reasons, either food or the bathroom seems to be the only things he lets you get up for so far.

In the morning you give him a spare key, telling him to feel free to use it whenever. And that he does, the next day finding him cocooned in your blankets on the couch. The only thing you can see is his beautiful green eyes peeking at you from his nest of blankets. Hiding in your home definitely becomes a routine for him, only going to his own for clothes and whatever other items he may need. Spending a few nights at his own place every so often to give you space (that you never needed he just worries). Just a few nights every so often though cause why does he need to be there “when everything I want is here”

Rufus+Tseng (they’re definitely a package deal, can’t tell me otherwise) ffff-hi Reno you weren’t supposed to be here but my mind has now put you here

You certainly didn’t give these guys access to your home. Walking through your apartment after a long day, to what you thought was going to be a relaxing evening. Instead being greeted by a massive guard hound, well that wasn’t on your schedule but it seemed to get penciled in “what the fuck is that?” You can’t help but spit out, reaching for your pistol only to be interrupted by a foreign voice

“Now don’t be rude Y/N. The things you just got done doing are far more terrifying than my DarkStar.” Your eyes immediately darting around to find the owner of that voice- Who is this pretty blonde fuck sitting on your couch? Legs crossed, arm propped against the arm rest with his head held up by his hand. It’s almost like he’s trying to look as disinterested as possible in…whatever it was they were here for.

Not to mention the guy standing beside him, long black hair pulled back neatly…yeah, that’s just screaming to be pulled. Drawing his weapon the minute you reached for your own, telling you to drop it and to step towards them slowly. As you start taking steps towards the duo your arm is grabbed and being twisted behind your back. Their chest rumbling against your back as they chuckle.

“Oh, this one is so cute. How do we feel about ‘em bossman?” craning your neck to get a look at your assailant, being greeted by a red head with a goofy grin on his face. My god he was easy on the eyes as well. Sporting a suit similar to the raven haired man, his shirt unbuttoned, leaving his chest deliciously exposed. If it weren’t obvious you were in danger you might’ve thought you were in for a treat. Jumping a bit as his other hand starts roaming your body. Letting out a chuckle as Reno speaks stating that he’s “just checking for weapons, ya know how it goes. Unless..” his tone turning flirtatious to be cut off swiftly by Tseng, requesting you take a seat.

Reno, as the gentleman he is, assists you in your seat. All but shoving you down as he leaves his hands resting on your shoulders. You make it clear not to him “mishandle the merchandise” only for him to tell you he “can do better later.” Quickly shutting down the interaction between Reno and yourself finally asking who they were and why they were here. Rufus does a majority of the talking he is the center of attention of course, going into detail about how the Turks have been tracking you for the past year. Going through the list of atrocities you’ve committed along with some pretty damning evidence.

“Wow, you kill a few people and now the government is breaking into your home? I don’t know if this is really warranted.” At that comment you receive a rather pointed glance from Tseng and a raised eyebrow from Rufus. Finally getting to the point after Tseng lectures you on how this is a serious matter and there’s no time to play. They offer you a job with them, “redemption” as Rufus called it. While sure you’re a criminal, you indirectly solved a lot of their problems and you’re the final loose end they needed secured. “Or, you can go back to prison, but this time for the rest of your life.”

Though Tseng made it clear, if you can’t pass their training and be a successful member of the Turks you’ll be going prison anyway. Your smarts and ability to have snuck through the system this long is what got their attention drawn to you, well Rufus’ attention. Tseng thinks picking up “low-life criminals” to join their forces is far below them. Besides, they don’t really need you anyways, they just want you.

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Crying cause I hate I can tell when I first started writing this and when I finally found it and finished. Saving things to drafts seems like a dangerous game I won’t be playing again. I couldn’t think of anything to add to characters I already wrote for. Definitely making the last hc something bigger and is now main priority.

[jermer10]

TF2 relationship hcs + miss pauling

suggestive, gn reader | silly romantic hcs

drabbles under the cut :P

Scout:

- the most emotionally immature out of all the mercs, also the most inexperienced with dating so he can get pretty jealous over stupid things - a demo flirts with you? dead. a medic pockets you for too long? whoops didn’t see that enemy sorry medic. god forbid another scout even breathes in your direction - ironically he used you to make Pauling jealous and eventually realised he actually likes YOU (fake dating trope my beloved) - non-stop rambles about you to his ma, when she meets you she’s already calling you her child in law - dates with scout usually consist of going to baseball games or getting lunch together, he’s pretty simple and won’t plan anything too extravagant unless it’s an occasion (with spy’s help ofc) - not huge on pda, will hold your waist or sling an arm around your shoulders on occasion, in privacy however he is HUGE on physical affection he loves you sm <333 - stroking your hair and running his fingers along your back, kisses on your neck, throwing in a couple of cheesy pickup lines here and there - pretty much only refers to you with pet names, “doll, babe, toots, handsome, etc” he’ll only use your name when he’s emotional or during intimacy

Soldier: - the most dense man on god’s green american earth so unless you’re similar to zhanna, chances are he won’t even bat an eye at you. you need to be batshit and violent for this man to notice you first - wakes you up at 5am sharp every morning for “training” (forcing you to workout with him whilst he yells at you….lovingly?) expect to be buff as hell after a couple months because his routines are intense - “DROP AND GIVE ME 20 CUPCAKE” “GOOD JOB SOLDIER. HERE IS A KISS FOR YOUR HARD WORK” “PUSH THROUGH THE PAIN SWEETHEART” - his kisses are really rough, he lifts you up into the air and spins you around or dips you and it’s genuinely super sweet, he enjoys picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder as well :3c - he has no jealous bone in his body, only random accusatory statements towards anyone who shows kindness towards you and it deters them enough for soldier to never have to worry - dates with soldier usually consist of working out or going to war museums, will never plan fancy dates so that’s all up to you - does not care about public or private affection, he will makeout with you anytime, anywhere and is unapologetic about it, much to everyone else’s dismay - “EUGH! GET A ROOM YOU TWO!” “AFFIRMATIVE, WE WILL MOVE TO THE LIVING ROOM”

Pyro: - i hc pyro as being aroace so a romantic-platonic relationship between you guys would be more mushy and cute than anything else - going out on ice-cream dates and buying matching colouring books and seeing how differently you each colour the same scene - cheek kisses no matter where you are is a must!!! holding hands around the base, tapping on each-other when bored and to show affection <3333 - the other mercs have no fucking idea what your relationship is but none of them care as long as you’re keeping pyro in check - you’re the first and only merc to see pyro without their mask on, one of the most tender moments shared between you and something that they treasure - pyro doesn’t get jealous, but they will harm anyone who makes you uncomfortable, no questions asked - cuddle buddies!!!! you guys can be seen lying around the base in a sleepy huddle, i can see demo joining and medic or engie tripping over y’all 😭 - they are super attentive of your needs and compromise despite having trouble feeling romantic or sexual attraction, as long as you enjoy it, they enjoy it

Demoman: - more of a flirt than scout is, and that’s saying something. demo will chat you up at any time of the day, whether it be in the privacy of your bedroom or straight up on the battlefield - has died MULTIPLE times because he just cant keep his eye off you, he makes mental notes of how attractive you look while bashing an enemy spy’s brain in and uses it later (WINK) - a solid 80% of your relationship is shared in silly drunk moments and the other 20 is rooted in insecurity. demo being jealous? likely. demo being scared of you leaving him for someone with two eyes and their head on straight? definitely - there are nights where he feels completely sober just holding you in his arms and acknowledging that you’re here and you love him, warts and all - SUPER BIG ON PDA!!! he wants the entire world to know that you’re his, also super big on cheesy nicknames “beauty, my love, handsome boy/beautiful girl/gorgeous partner” - messy kisses, lazy cuddles, dragging his fingers along your body feeling every dip and curve <3333 even if the affection seems half assed, his heart is devoted to you - offhandedly mentions you to his mum after dating for a year or so, to which her response is to slap him upside the head for not telling her sooner and then asking about grandbabies - you’re demo’s rock, if you asked him to go sober for you he probably would. he adores everything you do, words are unnecessary just look at his face

Heavy: - the stern and silent type, he generally doesn’t show public affection towards you unless it’s to protect you or to calm you down - in private he is the most gentle merc, holding you close to him and stroking your hair, playing with your fingers and mentally squealing at how cute and small they are compared to his, rubbing your back with his palm - he is a man of few words, but it’s pretty obvious that he is completely enamoured by you just from the way he touches you and how his gaze softens when he sees you - would plan the most personal dates, things that he KNOWS you would enjoy doing or seeing just so that he can see you smile up at him - “Любимая (darling), Дорогая (dear), Любовь моя (my love)” are the most common pet-names you’ll hear him calling you, he’s a more traditional guy - heavy is not a flirty man, he’s too blunt and would rather say what he means in the most direct way possible. thaaaat doesn’t mean he discourages you from flirting with him however - his family is extremely weary of you to begin with, heavy doesn’t talk about you much and so they’re going to be on guard (despite the fact that he could crush you with one hand if you did have malicious intent) - after a while though they warm up to you and consider you apart of the family- baking with you, teaching you how to hunt bears, making bearskin clothing, cooking the bear meat, talking about marriage and children, ANYTHING they can do to include you

Engineer: - it’s tough dating engie - he’s either working or passed out from the exhaustion of working, so you never really get quality time with him - he still takes every chance he can get to show you a good time, whether it’s cooking dinner with you or writing songs for you, he is much more romantic than he leads on - “darl, darlin, sweetheart, honeybee” sweet and simple names that roll off the tongue - the merc most inclined to shower with you. not even in a sexual way, he just enjoys the calm heat of the water and how intimate it is to share such a space - creates devices to make your life easier; need a new weapon? no need to buy a faulty mann co one, he can build you anything you want. need your very own kitchenette so you the other mercs can’t keep stealing your food? he was already drawing up the plans a week ago - the type of guy to bring you breakfast in bed every morning, putting on some slow romantic music and peppering your face with kisses to wake you up - always keeping tabs on you in battle, making sure that you’re safe and unharmed (despite knowing that you can respawn he still hates seeing you hurt) - the least jealous man to exsist, he is completely secure in himself and knows that if you didn’t wanna be with him, you simply wouldn’t

Medic: - another workaholic over here, it’s a mission getting him away from the operating table, or his desk right next to it - quiet, soft moments are few and far between, but when you do get them they are spent in each other’s arms lazying around the base - medic isn’t the romantic type and would likely just take you out to a traditional dinner or would want to teach you how to perform certain medical procedures on dates - don’t get him wrong! he loves you entirely, he just doesn’t see the need in being overly romantic with you, his way of showing love is letting archimedes anywhere near you or letting you lie on the operating table while he finishes up his paperwork - his pet names for you include “schatz (treasure), maus (mouse), meine taube (my dove)” - will pocket you 1000% and the other mercs HATE it - they have to strategise a way to keep you separated from eachother during battle - it wouldn’t matter if you were invincible or on the verge of death, this man would protect you to the ends of the earth. that being said he is also a massive shithead, will tickle you randomly or poke fun at you when you’re in a bad mood. its sweet. usually - in that middle ground of jealous but also chill af, he will only really become jelly if you’re flirting with someone else, but if they’re flirting with you he does not care unless you’re uncomfortable

Sniper: - simultaneously the most chill and anxiety ridden person on earth, the way he can go from 1 - 100 in five seconds should be studied - it takes him a VERY long time to actually warm up to you, let alone DATE you, so be wary that you’re in it for the long haul if you want this man - the first 6 months of dating are torturous for the both of you, he is far too nervous to touch you and instead of telling you this he will literally just ignore you, but once you start being physical he is one of the most touchy mercs - you will have to be the initiator in most situations until he becomes more comfortable with affection, this man has spent most of his adult life in a van isolated from society so its no kidding that he would be awkward with you (even though he adores you) - “love, babe, darling, honey” generic nicknames, if he’s feeling more comfortable he’ll use “sweetheart” or “roo” if you’re getting on his nerves - he doesn’t do dates. like sorry to burst your bubble but he would consider eating dinner together in his van or even just having a bath together a date - extremely jealous but will never admit it and it is VERY obvious. this could be said for most of his feelings though and reassurance is all he really needs - will spy on you using the scope on his gun during battles, killing enemies who might try to sneak up on you <3

Spy: - spy is by far the MOST romantic merc out of the bunch, will take you out on date nights every week, intimacy regularly, affectionate both in private and public, etc he is the dream - in saying that he is also a player, he needs a partner who can keep him feeling fresh, and someone who is just as cunning as he is - will intentionally try to make you jealous in order to get a gauge on the kind of person you are. he is entirely mind games babe and will play it off as if he doesn’t care about other people trying to flirt with you (he wants to kill them with his bare hands) - he is either going to be obsessed with you or mildly attached, there is no in between and it will be strikingly obvious which it is - often refers to you as “mon amour (my love), beau/belle (handsome/beautiful), mon bébé (my baby)” - most likely enemies to lovers, if you’re good at your job he sees you as competition, if you’re not he sees you as a nuisance, either way you’re initially a problem to him - but then he starts to wonder: why can’t he stop thinking about your skin? and the way you say his name? and the way you bashed that sniper’s brains out? he is smitten without even realising it - occasionally cloaks and follows you around to keep you safe from enemies, but mostly sticks to trying to win the match

Miss Pauling: - if you thought engie or medic were bad you have NO idea with pauling, she quite literally has one day off a YEAR - and you bet your ass she is spending it in bed all day cuddling with you - doesn’t use pet names, she’ll either call you by your last name, or some nickname variation of your first name. she called you “babe” once and cringed so hard she couldn’t even look at you - as much as she doesn’t want to put you in any danger, she LOVES bringing you along for missions. she gets to finish earlier and spend time with you, its a win-win situation - coming home from work and eating dinner with you is the highlight of her day, she could be completely exhausted and yet you bring life back into her with just a smile - yes you had to “fight” scout for her and there was absolutely no competition, he didn’t even know you two were together until she rolled her eyes and kissed you in front of him (he was surprisingly supportive) - she’s far too busy to be jealous, if someone was flirting with you she wouldn’t even notice until it escalated and the person was on the floor with you standing over them triumphantly - she dreams about being able to go on museum dates with you one day, but for now bubble baths, dinners, and morning kisses are all you both get <\3

[updownlately]

it’s gonna take me a minute (but i could get used to this)

| alessia russo x reader | fluff (fluffity fluff fluff) | 2.8k | inspo: used to this by camila cabello | a/n: first req! lets gooo! s/o to @awfcolivia for this one! this was really fun to write and i hope i did it justice! couldn't decide between fluff or fluff overdose so i just went with the latter :)

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You weren’t a morning person. You really weren’t.

The idea of waking up early, to be cold, to be miserable, was frighteningly unappealing to you. Plus, the mere thought of having a to-do list pester you mentally before the rest of the world was awake was downright abusive in your opinion. 

It’s why you had been a late riser all your life, why you had dreaded high school and why your one and only year at university solely consisted of afternoon and evening classes. 

All in all, you really didn’t enjoy early mornings. Not until now at least. 

Now? Now, you chose to wake up early, albeit more by force than by choice. 

These days, your mornings dutifully started at 7am, an outrageous time protested not only by the old you, but your official cuddle buddy as well, yet it was something you chose to stick to.

Surprisingly, ever since you had signed your first pro contract in the NWSL, you had taken the initiative to take soccer even more seriously, if that was even possible. Altering your whole daily routine, diet, and especially sleep schedule, you had strived from your first official practice to be a better you, a better player.

Your transformation had been difficult for you, taking months to perfect and leaving a hole in your wallet from when you paid your teammates to help keep you in check, but it had been well worth it. The eventual betterment of yourself had not only helped you improve on the pitch, but it had led you to a starting spot in a top WSL team across the pond, playing high class football. An even better result of your efforts though, you thought, was the bed you got to share on the nightly with your own human teddy bear.

Said human teddy bear who was still tangled in the sheets beside you, sleep shirt half ridden up, face scrunched up adorably.

As you slowly gained consciousness, the cold waking you, you let your eyes wander over to your lover. The taller girl was sleeping soundly next to you, her golden locks disheveled, lower back on display as she faced away from you. 

Your eyes traced the curves of her barely visible visage, following the slope of her jawline, appreciative of how it met so perfectly with the slope of her nape. You took note of how the crook of her neck looked so inviting, the one spot you knew drove her crazy tempting you, nearly begging to be kissed.

However, your admiration was soon cruelly interrupted, a gust of a chilly English breeze that you still hadn’t grown accustomed to making you shiver and hug the comforter a tad bit tighter whilst a few profanities silently slipped past your lips. 

Accompanied by a grimace, you mentally cursed the weather, then yourself for not closing the window properly the night before as another blast of ice cold air came in, resulting in you further snuggling under the covers in search of warmth.

Taking a few measured deep breaths in, you reached for your phone, willing yourself to check the time. You knew for a fact your alarm for six forty-five hadn’t gone off, yet you prayed that maybe, just maybe, you had magically missed it, and it was in fact later in the morning. 

Unfortunately, or fortunately for you, your memory served you correctly, the bright digits on your screen read a mere quarter past six, much earlier than you needed to be up.

Quietly groaning, you gently slammed your phone on the nightstand and contemplated between sleeping for the last whatever minutes you had left or getting your day started. In the end though, neither option won, your attention quickly getting stolen by the striker beside you who had just sleepily shuffled over onto her right side, inching closer to you and extending an arm out in search of your body, almost as if she could sense your displeasure.

You shook your head in amusement, your mood indubitably improving, leaving you smiling softly to yourself at the limb that was mindlessly shot out in your direction. 

Reaching out, you intertwined your hand with your girlfriend’s, fingers caressing the ridges between her knuckles. Craning your neck down, you placed a gentle kiss on each of the joints convincing yourself that maybe this early morning wouldn’t be so bad after all if it got you your fill of your Lessi cuddles.

Making your decision then and there, you dropped your interlaced hands down to your chest once more before delicately tugging Alessia’s arm in a wordless invite, knowing she was just barely awake enough to understand. 

Shifting your body in order to comfortably catch the oncoming ‘Lessi-bear flop’ as you infamously called it, you screwed one eye shut, anticipating the force that you knew was undisputedly headed your way.

Within seconds of you opening your arms to the slightly conscious striker you could feel the whole mattress shift as a tired Alessia comprehended your tug and body movement, putting two and two together to comply with your silent request, much to her enjoyment. 

Even in her fatigue, she managed to lazily pick up her body, balancing in almost a plank position for a split second before pushing off her hands and pivoting at her knees, letting herself fall onto you with a loud thump.

And even though you had braced yourself for the impact, it still managed to knock the wind out of you, leaving you slightly wheezing, adjusting to the weight of the 5’9” striker now near-completely resting on your body.

“Good morning to you too love,” you chuckled softly, your breath evening out slowly.

In lieu of her raspy morning voice however, you instead were met with a gentle grunt, the blonde clearly not awake enough to be holding conversation, not that she wanted to be. 

In fact, if Alessia had it her way, you both would be staying in bed till at least nine, if not ten, especially on days like this where you had no training or events to get to. She knew that you weren’t a late riser anymore and she wouldn’t tell you this, but if she had it her way, if she could, she’d hold you hostage each morning, wrapping you in her arms, forcing you to stay if it meant she’d get to spend a little more time with you.

It was the way you’d softly wake her up on the rare mornings where hers and your alarm would align, tiresome trainings causing you to skip the early morning run. The tender kisses you’d press to her face, quiet cuddles being shared, seeking out warmth before the coolness around you would cause shivers down both your spines. The way you’d whisper her name, calling out to wake her up. How her name never sounded sweeter than when you’d say it after you’d kiss her a final time, a promise of more unsaid but communicated thoroughly as you’d pull her out of the shared bed, leading her to the bathroom.

Regardless of how much she yearned for those calm mornings on the daily, she let you be, for your sake if anything. 

She knew that your career was important to you, as much, if not more than hers was to her, so she understood. Thus, each morning that you opted rather to go on a run and leave her alone, cold, with nobody to cuddle with, something she would tease you about whenever given the opportunity, she never minded. She would be more than happy to let you spend the next few years waking early so that the pair of you could spend the rest of your lives waking up late, a promise of forever in each morning that she woke up to an empty bed.

It’s why when you let Alessia cuddle you as she was now, her whole body on top of your smaller frame, her head tucked in the crook of your neck, legs intertwined, an arm wrapped around your midriff, she drowsily basked in the moment, knowing it was few and far between.

“Sleep. Stay…sleep,” she mumbled, tightening her hold on you, slowly succumbing to the sleep that plagued her, hoping she could enjoy this moment for as long as possible.

You hummed in response, choosing not to outwardly say anything, running your finger over her tattoo, aware that you’d have to leave your koala of a girlfriend in a little bit to go start your day. 

Deciding to indulge for a short while however, you chose to instead stop your mindless tracing and reach your hands up, one coming to graze the blonde’s back, the other running through her messy locks, gently working their way through the tangles and scratching her scalp, a tried and true method you know would calm your girl.

Faithful to the past, you could hear the blonde sigh at your ministrations, sinking imperceptibly further into your hold, her grip just slightly loosening up as sleep overtook her once again.

You didn’t doubt that when it came time for you to get up that it would be a battle, if not war, especially now that the forward had you in her favourite cuddling position. And you weren’t wrong.

As the clock struck closer to seven, you mentally prepared yourself to extract yourself from the endearing girl wrapped in your arms. 

Taking one look down at where she lay, not having moved an inch from where she fell asleep a short while ago, you couldn’t help but place a gentle kiss on the top of her head, letting your lips linger, not wanting the serene moment to end even though it had to.

However, when you shifted slightly while trying to angle your torso in order to somewhat slide the Englishwoman off of you, you realised your misjudgement. You should’ve known better. It wasn’t going to be that easy. Not with the stubborn blonde that you called yours.

“No…stay,” a whine rumbling against your neck, the arm holding your waist quickly tightening.

“Less, my angel, I need to get up,” you whispered, heart melting at her display of adorableness.

“No you don’t. It's a day off. Day offs are for rest.”

“Lessi, baby I-“

“No. Stay. Please.” 

You willed yourself to not look down at Alessia's pleading, already feeling a pout on her lips from where she was nestled against you.

Eyes cast upward, the ceiling currently your best friend, you tried to reason again. 

“My beautiful snuggle monster. Less, my love, my angel, the love of my life, my pretty girl, I need to go on my run. Please let me go? I promise I'll make it up to you later.” 

You knew that if you stayed in bed any minute longer, you wouldn’t be making it out until much much later, something, it appeared, that your girlfriend was also aware of.

“Five more minutes…”

“Love, we both know it’s not going to be just five…”

“Then stay. One day of rest won’t kill you…” This time, Alessia lifted her head from where it was resting, calloused fingers lovingly grasping your cheek, pulling your gaze down, drawing your attention to her. Letting her aquamarine eyes meet yours, she tried one more time. 

“Please? I want you here. I want you to stay,” The whisper of words, accompanied by the return of her pout, this time in full force, to her sleep-dazed face hit you hard. The Englishwoman looked absolutely precious if you had to say yourself, truly testing your willpower, and you knew for a fact that it would be something that she'd win against.

“You’re a bad influence aren’t you Ms. Russo,” you sighed, a smile fighting its way onto your face as you give up, knowing you weren’t going to emerge victorious from this one, especially not when you couldn’t even move. Alessia had held you captive in more ways than one, unaware of the grasp that she had on your heart.

Doing a little shimmy to celebrate her success, something that resembled more of a struggling worm due to her laying down on top of you, the blue-eyed girl let a drowsy smile appear on her face at your statement, paving the way for you to mirror her with a matching grin adorning your own.

“Y’know you’re lucky you’re so cute? Can’t do anything when I got you in my arms I swear,” you jest, faux exasperation lining your tone.

Lowering herself once more, Alessia positioned herself on top of you, settling into the space between your legs, her torso completely engulfing yours, blonde head comfortably tucked under your neck.

As you let your arms circle her waist, wrapping around her once more, pulling her impossibly closer to you, Alessia continued to smile in triumph. 

“They say bad girls are attractive don’t they?”

You let out a quiet chuckle, shaking your head fondly. “Well you have the attractive part down already, I wouldn’t worry too much about it,” you tease, cheeks beginning to hurt from how much you were smiling.

“Alright flirt…calm down now,” the words being accompanied by a gentle smack to your bicep, followed by a yawn. Dear god the duality of this woman was going to kill you. 

“Hey...you started it. Anyways, I think you at least owe me a kiss now,” it was your turn to pout, the ghost of a smirk playing on your lips. “If I kiss you, you have to stay in bed till I'm ready to get up.”

“That's quite an offer. let me think about this…” you smiled, the both of you aware you were just messing with her.

The striker moved onto her arms, trapping you between the mattress and herself, lips inches apart from yours, her forelimbs acting as a cage. Leaning in, you could feel her breath fan across your lips. “How about a few kisses?” 

“Hmm. I don't know…”

“Baby…” She dragged out the word, causing you to nearly break your facade.

“You drive a hard bargain but you got yourself a deal pretty girl.”

This time when Alessia pressed close, you gladly accepted her warmth, reaching up and pulling her in to yourself, soft kisses being traded between the pair of you. You let the faint scent of her perfume envelop you in a tender bubble, her body providing you comfort, the familiar arms and lips nudging you to rest, to relax.

When Alessia eventually gingerly pulled away, air becoming a necessity, you made sure to take a note of her eyes, the calming orbs laced adorably with sheer drowsiness.

Wanting to make sure that regardless of your early morning shenanigans, that your love still got her rest, you quickly laid a loving kiss to her forehead and ushered the forward to get comfortable once again, your hands working to cover your entangled limbs with the comforter once more. 

You began to run your fingers through her hair once again, the other hand finding purchase splayed across her back, faintly rubbing the expanse of skin underneath her sleep shirt.

Feeling her heartbeat slowly even out, you whispered out a quick admission of your love, hoping that even in her drowsy state she would be able to feel the never-ending love you held for her.

“I love you so so so much Less. Don't you ever forget it."

The way Alessia hugged your t-shirt just a little tighter, hands coming to fist the sides, pulling you closer, you knew she understood.

And when you’d wake up again a few hours later, inevitably before Alessia, you’d let yourself smile, amazed at how what once was you fighting demons to wake yourself up early turned into you begging the universe to dedicate you a few more hours of morning light, a few more hours of soft times, of murmured confessions of love and sweet kisses with the indisputable love of your life.

Finally allowing yourself to relax for the time being however, you loosened your muscles and let your thoughts run free, mind imagining the future of your dreams with the angel in your arms. 

You could vividly picture a series of perfect mornings, a handful of years down the line where the pair of you would stay wrapped up in each other’s arms, in each other’s love long after the sun has risen. Gentle mornings where cuddles would be a must, after which the pair of you would start your days slowly, never too far apart, never too rushed, nowhere to be but bathing in the glowing warmth of your love.

You knew it would happen all in due time. You knew that it was your stubbornness of the sport that withheld those flawless mornings from you. But you also knew that it would be worth it in the end. That those perfect mornings would eventually come, that the love between you two would extend far beyond your love for football ever would.

One day at a time, a couple hundred more mornings to go, then your love would be all yours, and you hers. You’d just have to patiently wait to achieve it. 

It would take you a minute but you’d eventually get used to it.

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Co-Host part 3

Part 1 here

Part 2 here

Part 4 here

Warnings - Smut

Three months had passed.

And both girls were miserable.

They were miserable with themselves, but when they were together they were in heaven, a miserable heaven. The girls had kept their arrangement to just sex. No staying over, no feelings mentioned, no ‘what are we?’ Not even cuddles after sex.

But now and again they would linger after sex, they, talk about shows, friends, plans. They laughed and spoke about anything and everything. But nothing about the situation.

It was bitter sweet, it felt so good but it would never last long.

Leah and Lucy had kept up the game of fuck buddies for three months, but we all know that game doesn’t last without someone catching feelings.

Especially when the feelings were always there. And only getting stronger.

The only thing that hadn’t been mentioned was other people.

It was as if a silent agreement had been made between the pair. Neither girl was  sleeping with anyone else, wasn’t seeing anyone else.

For now.

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Lucy pulled up her jeans, she looked around Leah’s room for her bra.

“I have a date this weekend.” The blonde blurted out, she was naked on the bed. Leah watched Lucys face for any sign of emotion.

Lucy stopped as she was pulling her shirt over her head. She turned slowly to Leah, the brunettes face was hard to gage, she didn’t look thrilled but she didn’t look sad either.

“Oh, okay. I guess you wanna stop this then?”

Leah opened her mouth but nothing came out. Yes, she wanted to stop this, she wanted “This” to be more than what it was, she wanted to talk. She wanted Lucy for more than just sex.

“I don’t have to go.”

Lucy looked over at Leah. “Why would you do that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Who’s the date with?” Lucy wasn’t looking at Keira.

“A mutual friend, my friend’s been pushing me for a while to go on a date with her.”

Lucy stared at Leah in her vanity, there was so much she wanted to say but she didn’t.

“Right well, I guess this is us done. Enjoy your date.”

Lucy didn’t give Leah time to respond, she couldn’t. She could feel her chest tightening up, her legs felt like they were going to give in.

Lucy walked out of Leah’s house, the tears were streaming down her face. She felt like a knife had stabbed her in her heart a thousand times over.

Leah sobbed in her pillow, she didn’t want this, she didn’t want to loose Lucy. She said yes to the date to mostly get her friends off her case. She was never planning on really going, she was always going to cancel it.

She also wanted to see how Lucy would react to the news, but she didn’t get the reaction she wanted.

A small part of her hopped Lucy would say she should cancel, that they should go on a date. She wanted Lucy to hold her and tell her she’s more than a booty call, more than whatever this is.

She wanted so much more, but this had been going on for months, clearly Lucy didn’t want anything more, she made that very obvious in the beginning of all of this and very obvious now.

—————-

A couple of days had passed, and the girls hadn’t spoken since that night. Leah had looked over their messages, they mostly consisted of ‘need a hand’ or ‘free for fun?’ she wanted to text Lucy. She wanted to tell her to come over, carry on with their agreement. But she knew it wasn’t working, she was only hurting herself.

So she decided to go on the date, she wanted to try and see if she could get over Lucy. She didn’t want to feel this way anymore, she wanted Lucy but Lucy didn’t want her that way.

Lucy had cried everyday since that night. She wanted to tell Leah how she felt, that she didn’t want her to go on the date. She wanted to be the one to take her out, she wanted to show her how much she wanted her for more than just sex.

She knew what they were doing was stupid, she hated that she made out like that’s all she wanted from Leah. Lucy just wanted to protect herself from getting hurt. Leah leaving her in the hotel made Lucy put up a wall, and Lucy was good with her walls.

————

Saturday rolled around and Leah slowly got ready for her date. She was forcing herself to go. She had nearly cancelled about 100 times over. But she knew she couldn’t keep this up with Lucy, it was breaking her. But it didn’t stop her from thinking about the brunette constantly.

She decided on wearing a cream skirt and a black vest top, with a smart jacket. She wore her hair down with a slight curl. She went with light make up, finishing off the look with a pair of black heels.

She made her way to the bar, not feeling excited or nervous, in all honesty she felt empty but she knew she needed to push herself.

—————-

Leah was standing outside the bar, she took a deep breath, put on a smile and made her into the bar.

She spotted Claire at a table, they had met a couple times before through their mutual friend. They greeted each other with a hug and started their date.

Claire was cute, she was intelligent, funny and a genuinely nice person. Leah was polite, she laughed at her jokes, she asked questions, she listened to Claire talk about her work. But it wasn’t what she wanted, she wasn’t Lucy.

A couple hours later and three drinks in the date came to an end. Claire clearly didn’t notice Leah was checked out.

“So did you want to go to another bar? Or come back to mine? I live 10 minutes down the road.”

Leah blinked a couple of times before she opened her mouth.

“Oh erm, I can’t. I have training early tomorrow. I erm, yeah sorry. I’ve had a great time though.”

Claire looked deflated but she smiled at Leah. “Oh, no that’s okay, I had a lot of fun. Get home safe.”

“Yeah, you too.”

Leah watched as Claire walked away, she felt bad, she really did, but she hadn’t stoped thinking about the brunette. She pulled out her phone.

Leah - I need a hand

Lucy replied instantly.

Lucy - what about your date?

Leah - I wasn’t picturing them fucking me, I was picturing you

Lucy - I’ll be there in 10

Leah - I’m closer to yours, I’ll come to you

Lucy - okay

Leah hailed down a black cab. Gave the address and she was on her way.

Once again Leah knew this wasn’t right, but Lucy almost felt like a drug to her, she needed her, she needed to feel her, smell her, taste her.

She pulled up to the house, she paid the cab  driver and thanked him. She walked up to Lucy’s door, ready to knock. But the door swung open.

Lucy stood there in her grey tracksuit bottoms and a black T shirt, looking as fuckable as ever.

Leah grabbed her by her T-shirt and pulled her in for a deep, hard kiss.

Lucy didn’t think twice, she pulled Leah in closer to her, more than happy to have the girls lips against hers. The kisses were desperate and heated, both fighting for dominance.

Lucy pushed Leah hard against the front door, causing it to close. She attacked Leah’s neck, biting hard against her skin. After months of sharing each other beds, Lucy knew exactly what Leah liked and didn’t like. She knew how to make her scream, she knew how to make her body shake and how to make her pussy squirt.

She sucked hard on Leah’s neck, loving the whimpering noises coming from the blonde. She would normally make sure not to leave any marks on show, but tonight she didn’t care. Lucy wanted to leave marks all over Leah’s body. She wanted to leave her marked up for everyone to see, she wanted Leah to be hers.

Leah could hardly breathe, Lucy was taking over her senses, she could feel her teeth and tongue sucking hard on her neck. She knew she was leaving a mark but she didn’t care. She would let Lucy do whatever she wanted to do to her tonight, because she was going to do everything to her.

“Your room.” Leah breathed hard.

Lucy grabbed Leah by the hand and dragged her down the hall to her room. Leah didn’t wait around, she started to pull Lucy’s T-shirt over her head. Lucy began to pull Leah’s skirt over her heels.

Both girls wouldn’t take their eyes off each other, their bedroom antics were always hot and heavy but tonight felt extra intense, more desperate. It was like they hadn’t seen each other in months. Both girls were breathing hard, pulling at each other clothes.

Lucy had stripped Leah down to her underwear. The blonde was wearing a very sexy red lace set that Lucy hadn’t seen before. The brunette wondered if they were new, or had she bought it for her date?

Leah bent down to take her heels off.

“No, leave them on.”

Leah smiled wickedly at Lucy.

She pulled Lucy by her girl boxers towards the dressing table, she dropped to her knees looking up at Lucy through her lashes.

Lucy felt herself getting wet, she had seen Leah in this position plenty of times now, but something felt different tonight.

Leah began to kiss up Lucy’s thighs, she felt Lucy lean back on the dresser, she looked up to see Lucy’s intense green eyes on her.

She slowly pulled down Lucy’s boxers, she could see she was wet, her lips were glistening. Leah felt her mouth water at the beautiful site, she thought she’d never get to see Lucy like this again.

Lucy tucked her fingers in Leah’s hair, slowly pushing the strands out of her face.

Leah leaned forward and took a slow, delicate lick from the bottom of Lucy’s lips to the top, not actually dipping her tongue in. She wanted to taste every drop of Lucy before she began.

Lucy’s fingers stroked Leah’s scalp, causing the blonde to shiver. She leaned herself forward taking another long stroke at Lucy’s lips, dipping her tongue into her wet folds.

Lucy hissed at the touch, she had been turned on the minute Leah texted her. Like Leah, she didn’t think she was ever going to really see the girl again, let alone in this position.

Leah moaned at the taste of Lucy, she lost count how many times she had Lucy juices on her tongue but she still couldn’t get over how good she tasted every time.

Lucy began to slowly grind her hips into the blondes mouth, she couldn’t take her eyes off of Leah. She looked incredible on her knees, and the heels were an extra sexy cherry on top.

Leah began to suck Lucy’s clit just the way she liked it, she moved her tongue slowly but firm over the bud of nerves. She felt Lucy grip her hair, her hips began to move faster into her mouth. Leah was amazing with her tongue, Lucy could watch her do this all day,

“Fuck you look so good Leah. Did you wear those for me or your date?”

Leah laughed internally. So, Lucy was jealous?

She moved her mouth with a loud, wet popping motion, Lucy wetness was all over her lips.

“Is someone jealous?”

Lucy smiled smugly at Leah. “How can I be? You’re on your knees for me .”

Leah smiled, she kissed Lucy’s wet lips, closing her eyes as she did. She took another long lick from Lucy’s pussy. Causing the brunette to jolt. Her hands gripping tighter in Leah’s hair.

Leah continued. “Do you like it?”

Lucy chuckled breathlessly, her head tilted to the side as she watched Leah. “Yeah, you should wear red more often. It looks good on you.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She winked at Lucy, and went back to her task at hand. Sucking Lucy’s sensitive clit into her mouth.

“Fuck.”

Lucy’s head titled back in pleasure, she loved it when Leah was cocky, it turned her on like there was no tomorrow.

Leah sucked and licked at Lucy’s pussy, the girl was wet, her juices and Leah’s spit were starting to drip down the blondes chin, slowly making its way down her neck and chest.

Lucy could feel her climax coming, her stomach began to tighten, she pushed herself deeper onto Leah’s tongue. She grabbed Leah’s hair into a pony tail, grinding her hips into her mouth. Small moans escaped the brunettes mouth, she felt her legs start to shake.

Leah worked her tongue hard, wanting to give Lucy everything she needed. She could hear Lucy’s breathing quicken, she could feel her thighs shaking. She sucked and licked at Lucy’s throbbing clit, while she thrusted into her face.

“Fuck Lee, just like that, just like that. Yes, baby don’t stop.”

Leah loved it when Lucy called her by her nickname, it made her heart flutter, it would always spur her on.

Lucy fucked Leah’s face, her orgasm began to take over her body. She looked down one last time at Leah, she would never get over how good she looked on her knees for her like this.

Her orgasm was powerful, she moaned loudly as she continued to fuck Leah’s face. Leah sucked on Lucy’s clit, feeling Lucy push her head deeper between her legs, Lucy’s hands gripped at her hair.

Leah licked at her folds as she came in her mouth, she could feel Lucy’s wetness seeping down her tongue. She didn’t want to waste a drop of it, swallowing what she could.

Lucy breathed hard as she moved Leah’s head from her legs. She looked down at the blonde to see her own juices string from Leah’s mouth to her pussy.

She looked so fucking good.

“You drive me crazy Leah.”

Lucy’s voice was low, she sounded desperate.

Leah stood up on her heels, she could feel her underwear was soaked. But she wasn’t done with Lucy.

“I want to fuck you. Go lay on the bed.”

Lucy smiled, she did what she was told and laid on the bed.

Leah knew where Lucy kept all their toys, they had built quite a collection over the three months. They each had their own dildos, many different sizes and colours.

Leah strapped herself up, she had Lucy’s favourite 7 inch dildo on.

Lucy waited patiently for Leah, she watched the blonde getting herself ready. She loved it when Leah took charge, Lucy had taken on more of a dominant role in their sexual activities but she loved how versatile they both were in the bedroom.

Leah took off her heels, as much as it was hot she needed to have her balance.

She knew Lucy was wet but she lathered the dildo up in lube. She approached the bed, Lucy was watching her, she could tell she was excited, it had been a little while since they used the strap on her.

Leah climbed on the bed, not once taking her eyes off Lucy. She crawled up to the brunette, kneeling between her strong tanned legs. She placed her hands on Lucy’s knees, that were now shaking.

“Open your legs for my baby.”

Lucy opened her legs without hesitation.

Leah pressed her body against Lucy’s, their faces were nose to nose, the dildo was touching the brunettes thighs. Leah kissed her gently, she loved having Lucy like this, it was rare to see the girl so vulnerable.

She began to kiss Lucy’s neck, with gentle kisses. She knew it was one of Lucy’s turn ons, whenever her neck was touched in any type of way, she became putty in Leah’s hands.

Lucy’s breathing began to quicken, she couldn’t stop to small groans coming from her mouth. She could feel herself getting wet again.

Leah smirked. “I love it when you make that noise.” She breathed in Lucy’s ear.

Lucy bit her lip, her head moving to the side.

Leah continued. “You ready for me Luce?”

Lucy nodded. Not trusting her words.

“Good girl.”

Lucy eyes fluttered from Leah’s words, she like Leah, had a little praise kink.

Leah held the dildo in her hand, slowly easing it into Lucy’s cunt. She knew Lucy could take it but she would always go slow. At first.

Lucy let out another groan, Leah began to kiss her neck again as she pushed herself into Lucy’s tight pussy, she could feel even feel through the strap that she was tight.

She loved being close to Lucy like this. It felt so intimate, like Lucy was giving her all of her, no walls up, just them.

She pumped her hips slowly, loving the small whimpers coming from the brunette. She stayed on her neck, kissing and sucking on Lucy’s skin.

“Fuck Lee. You feel so good.”

Lucy felt full, her pussy already began to throb, she began to move her hips with Leah’s rhythm.

Leah’s hips moved faster, happy enough to feel Lucy was already comfortable. She pushed deeper into the brunette, bottoming out with the strap, Lucy let out a mess of groans and moans, her body trembling under Leah.

“You make the best noises Luce.” She sucked on Lucy’s neck.

Leah began to take deep, long strokes, working her stomach and legs. She watched as Lucy’s face was taken over by pure pleasure.

Lucy’s hands glided down Leah’s back, she reached for her arse cheeks and grabbed hard, causing the blonde to moan.

Leah’s hips moved faster, mouth still on Lucy’s neck, Lucy’s perfume was taken over her senses, the brunettes moaning was dripping into Leah’s ears. The brunettes moans pushed Leah to go faster and deeper.

“Fuck, fuck, Leah, oh my god.”

Leah loved fucking Lucy like this, she loved when the girl was unable to form any kind of sentence just from the pure bliss of Leah’s hips.

Leah pushed herself on her knees, wanting to switch the position. She pushed Lucy’s right knee up, pushing the strap even deeper into the girl.

Lucy couldn’t hold the high pitched whimpers coming from her mouth. Leah was fucking her so deeply it almost took her breath away. She gripped the sheets needing something to hold onto while Leah fucked her into not knowing her own name.

Leah didn’t hold back, she pumped her hips at a rapid pace, fucking Lucy like it was the last thing she would do on earth.

She looked down at Lucy’s perfect body, watched as the strap glided in and out of her wet pussy, her juices everywhere covering the top of her thighs. Her body was glistening in sweat from how hard Leah worked her.

The noises coming from between their bodies was almost criminal, wet skin slapping was echoing throughout the room, nearly drowning out Lucy’s whimpers.

“You take it so well Luce.” Leah’s voice was rough from her movements. “You take my dick so well. Do you think I should let you cum?”

Lucy’s eyes were closed, she could just about form a coherent sentence, but she knew Leah would stop her movements if she didn’t try.

“Please Leah, please make me cum.”

She thoughts about her next words carefully.

“I - I, fuck. I’ve missed you Lee.”

Leah wasn’t expecting to hear that. Lucy’s voice sounded small. She didn’t stop her movements, she couldn’t. Not now.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you Luce.”

Leah placed her hand under Lucy’s chin, making them look hard at each other. It felt like a blanket of sadness had hit both of them.

Leah snaked her hand down Lucy’s body, watching Lucy’s face. She reached her very sensitive clit. As soon as her finger brushed over it Lucy whimpered loudly, grabbing on to Leah’s hand behind her knee.

“Lee please, please.”

Leah began to draw tight circles against the bundle of nerves, earning her more high pitched whimpers from the brunette.

Lucy’s mouth began to gape, making that beautiful face Leah loved to see. Her face seemed to let go of every emotion she had that day and would turn into pure ecstasy.

Lucy’s body began to shake, her whimpering stopped, alone with her breathing. Leah felt her body tense up, her abs clenched, Leah swore she felt Lucy’s walls pull on the strap.

She came hard, her hips thrusted against Leah’s fingers, trying to get everything she could. A half moan, whimpering noise left her mouth. She looked beautiful.

Leah slowed her movements, pumping slowly into Lucy. Once she could tell Lucy had finished she lowered herself to Lucy’s face. She kissed her lips gently, then moved her lips down to Lucy’s neck, kissing her sweat soaked skin.

“Lee, Leah. I …. fuck, that was…. Wow.” Lucy chuckled.

Leah smiled against her skin. Lucy’s walls always came down in moments like this, showing a much softer side to her that not many people got to see.

Leah kept her hips moving, pumping slowly into Lucy. She wanted to go another round, she took Lucy’s hands in her own and raised them above Lucy’s head.

Lucy began to whimper again, Leah kept her  movements slow and deep. She sucked on one spot on Lucy’s neck. Lucy squirmed underneath the blonde, her body was clearly taking a lot but Leah couldn’t help herself, there was something about fucking Lucy like this that was her own selfish pleasure.

“You going to take me some more Luce? I know you can.”

Lucy breathed hard, her hands shaking under Leah grip. She was stronger than Leah so she could push her off if she wanted to, but there was no doubt in her mind that she wanted everything that was Leah right now.

“Yeah, but go slow, I’m so sensitive.”

“I will baby.” She kissed Lucy’s lips, slipping her tongue deep into the back of her throat. Lucy moaning in the process.

“I’ll always look after you.”

Leah’s whole body was skin to skin with Lucy’s, their skin stuck to each other from their sweat. Leah pumped into Lucy with deep strokes, the moaning coming from Lucy was delicious.

Leah could feel her own clit throbbing, she knew she wouldn’t get off like this but watching Lucy take her so well was driving her own orgasm close.

She kept Lucy’s hands above her head, but moved her right hand down south. It was a tight squeeze between their bodies but she made it work.

As soon as she touched the older girls clit, Lucy gasped in her ear. She rubbed softly this time, knowing Lucy was extremely sensitive, she pushed hard but rubbed small gentle circles on her clit.

Lucy held her breath, she was in another world, her body was already exhausted but she felt amazing, her pussy was pulsating hard around the dildo. She could feel her orgasm approaching already.

She came again, her body jolted hard, her muscles twitched. Lucy let out a silent moan, her skin burning under Leah’s hot sweaty body. She felt like she was about to pass out, her body was shattered, drenched in sweat, her chest heaved heavy with her breathing.

Leah kissed her forehead and gently pulled out of her. Lucy gasped from how sensitive she was, holding Leah’s hips and she moved back.

Leah stripped out of the harness, making her way back to the bed, collapsing on her back, next to Lucy, breathing hard.

Lucy chuckled. “Are you trying to kill me? I can’t feel my body.”

Leah giggled. “I can’t help it, you’re just so fuckable.”

Lucy rolled her eyes, laughing at Leah’s words.

“Well you’re going to have to give me a minute. I can’t move.” Lucy breathed out.

“Hmm you don’t have to move.”

Leah pulled herself up, crawling up the head board of Lucy’s bed, she ducked down next to Lucy’s ear. “Can I ride your face?”

Lucy groaned, she loved Leah sitting on her face. It was one of her most favourite positions. Lucy nodded fast , she didn’t need to be asked twice.

Leah smiled and lifted her leg over Lucy’s chest, shuffling herself just above Lucy’s chest.

Lucy had seen Leah wet before, but she had never seen her quite like this, her thighs were dripping with her own wetness. Her lips were soaked in thick juices. Lucy was in her own heaven. A Leah heaven.

Leah held on to the headboard, slowly lowering herself, she was so turned on her pussy was throbbing in pain. She felt Lucy’s breath hit her wet lips, sending shivers up her spine. Leah had worked herself up, she could already feel her legs shaken from anticipation.

Lucy snaked her hands up Leah’s firm thighs. “You look so good Leah. You’re so wet.”

Leah let out a small rough chuckle. “Luce, your breath is tickling me.”

Lucy raised her head and gently kissed Leah’s lips. Some of Leah’s juice stuck to her lips, she licked her mouth, finally getting to taste her favourite flavour again.

“You’re wet everywhere Lee, let me clean you up.”

Lucy greedily licked up at Leah’s thighs, licking up the wetness off her skin.

“Fuck.” Leah closed her eyes and let out a shakey breath

Lucy gently pulled her down to her awaiting mouth. She took a long, strong lick through Leah’s lips, groaning as she did.

“You always taste so good.” She took another quick lick. “I could eat you out all day.”

“Fuck Luce, your mouth. I lo- ahh.

Oh my god.”

Lucy captured Leah’s swollen clit into her mouth, she sucked gently on her bundle of nerves. Loving the noises coming from Leah’s mouth.

Leah groaned loudly, her eyes rolling back into her head, Lucy knew exactly what Leah liked. She began to lick quick strokes between Leah’s velvety folds, she could hear how wet Leah was.

Leah loved Lucy’s tongue, she loved how she could use it. She moaned as she felt Lucy take what she wanted from her, moving her tongue around in tight circles on her sensitive nerves.

Leah began to gently grind her hips into Lucy’s mouth, moaning as she did it. She looked down at Lucy, her eyes were closed in full concentration. Leah dipped her fingers into Lucy’s hair, loving the feeling of her soft hair between her fingers.

She pulled Lucy closer to her pussy, grinding harder into her mouth. She loved the control she had in this position, loved taking what she wanted, loved that Lucy also loved it.

She started to feel her climax bubble, her legs began to shake, her breathing came out in small raspy bursts.

Lucy pulled Leah in closer, roaming her tongue all over Leah’s folds. Leah’s wetness was drenching Lucy’s face.

“Fuck Luce, I’m close, I’m going to cum.”

Lucy kept up her movements with her tongue, sucking perfectly on Leah’s clit.

Leah kept her hand in Lucy’s hair, guiding her head, fucking her mouth gently. Lucy moaned at the movement, moaning on Leah’s clit, giving her that one last push.

She felt her orgasm take over her body, the blonde let out a low moan, rocking her hips into Lucy’s mouth.

“Luce, Lu- fuck, fuck, don’t stop.”

Lucy could feel Leah’s wetness gushing into her mouth, dripping down her chin. She grabbed the girls arse, pushing her into her mouth, wanting to get every drop of the blonde.

“I can’t eve- ….. your tongue. Fu-…”

Leah leaned forward against the headboard, keeping herself from crushing Lucy. She could feel the brunettes beautiful tongue ease her down from her high. Her breathing was hard, her chest rising and falling, trying to catch her breath.

She felt Lucy start to lick at her cunt again, but she couldn’t take any more, not in this position anyway.

Leah let out a breathless giggle. “No, I can’t. I can’t take it.”

She moved off of Lucy, rolling on to her stomach next to the brunette, she looked over to see Lucy’s face was smeared with her wetness. She smiled at Leah with that smile Leah loved.

“Ergh you look so good like that.” Leah smiled at Lucy.

Another blanket of sadness hit Leah, she wished this was something she could have without the dread of knowing it would end.

Lucy laughed, her eyes roaming up and down Leah’s body.

“Go get your strap.”

Leah felt her pussy clench. She rolled off the bed to their toy box. She got her favourite strap, fixing it into the harness, ready for Lucy to wear.

Lucy sat up taking her harness from Leah, putting the harness on with ease.

“Face down, arse up.” Lucy smiled wickedly at Leah. She knew this was Leah’s favourite position to be fucked in.

Before Leah could go to the bed, Lucy grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her in for a gentle, but extremely passionate kiss. Leah was more than happy to be kissed by Lucy but the kiss felt different, it felt like there was something behind it.

Lucy turned Leah around, she guided Leah to the bed, kissing her neck and back. Leah was in heaven, Lucy was always gentle with her, she never made her feel like she was being too rough even if they were dominating with each other. But Lucy was showing a bit more of a softer side, and Leah was confused but didn’t question it.

“You ready Lee?” Lucy ghosted Leah’s ear.

Leah stuttered. “Yeah, so ready. Feel me.”

Leah grabbed Lucy’s hand and guided it to her pussy. Lucy groaned at the wetness between Leah’s lips.

“Is that all for me baby?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Get on the bed and bend over.”

Leah bent over on the mattress, feeling Lucy guide her by her neck. She felt the dildo bounce on her arse and between her thighs.

She felt Lucy push at her legs, Leah automatically opened them wider. She could hear Lucy squeezing lube on the dildo, she arched her back, her head between her own arms, the familiar smell of Lucy’s lavender sheets flooded her nose.

She felt Lucy slide the head of the dildo up and down her entrance, she could feel her pussy getting wetter.

Lucy slowly pushed the head of the dildo into Leah, watching it go in, inch by inch.

Leah held her breath, feeling the dildo stretch her out.

Lucy noticed. “Relax your body Leah.” She stroked Leah’s spine, making the girl instantly relax.

“Good, thats it.”

Lucy pushed herself in until her thighs were skin to skin with Leah. She held on to Leah’s hips as she slowly pumped her own hips, not wanting to go too fast, she knew Leah had to get used to the girth of this strap.

Leah panted hard, she was grateful Lucy was going slow, her body was still adjusting to the pressure of the dildo.

“You look so good Lee, you always look so good.” Lucy stroked Leah’s back, in a soothing motion, making Leah shiver.

Leah whimpered softly, she slowly backed her hips to Lucy, giving Lucy the green light to move faster.

Lucy did just that, she pumped her hips a little faster, one hand still on Leah’s back.

Leah let out a louder whimper, the dildo rubbing against her tight walls, she could feel her pussy throbbing around the plastic.

“So you thought about me tonight? While you were on your date? Fucking you like this?”

Leah groaned, Lucy always spoke to her when she had her in this position. Lucy would normally tell her how good Leah was being for her, or how good her pussy looked or how well she could take her.

She could make Leah say anything she wanted, and Leah knew what Lucy wanted to hear. It was the truth after all.

Leah stuttered. “Ye - yeah. I thought about you all night.”

Lucy’s movements got quicker.

“You thought about me fucking you.”

“Yes. I thought abo - about you fucking me.”

“That’s naughty Lee, what about your date? Was she not good enough?”

Lucy began to pump harder. Her breathing became hard, but Leah knew the brunette could keep this up for hours if she wanted. The girl never got tired.

Leah held on to the sheets, she couldn’t control the movements anymore, this was all Lucy, she had a strong grip on her waist, controlling their movements.

Leah just about got the next words out.

“Sh- she, she wasn’t …I wan- … you. I want you Luce.”

“You’ve got me Leah.”

Lucy pulled Leah up by her hips, her chest was now against Leah’s back. She kissed Leah’s neck, holding her chin up, still pumping into her.

Lucy whispered in Leah’s ear. “You’ve got me Lee.”

Lucy snaked her hand down between Leah’s legs, circling tight circles on her clit. The girl was drenched.

A loud whimper escaped Leah’s mouth, she was so overwhelmed, a fuzziness consumed her brain. Lucy was saying things she didn’t think she’d ever hear her say. She put her hand behind Lucy’s neck, wanting to feel as close as she could to the girl. It was the most intimate she’d felt with Lucy since the hotel room.

“I’ve missed you Luce, I….fuck… I’ve missed you so much.”

Lucy felt a pain in her chest, she wanted to tell Leah how much she wanted her, how much she wanted to be hers. She held the girl tighter to her chest.

“I’ve missed you too. I want you Lee.”

“I want you Luce.”

Lucy didn’t know how she was keeping up her movements considering her mind was going a millions miles per hour. She kept up her pace, she began to kiss Leah’s neck again, kissing right up to her ear.

“I love you like this, you’re so pretty when you cum, are you going to come for me?”

Lucy had never said the word love in any sentence before and definitely not in the bedroom. Leah heard it straight away. It felt like they were pushing the invisible line more and more.

She could feel her own legs shaken now, her belly started to coil. She held on to Lucy tightly, wanting nothing but her, wanting to feel her as close as she could.

Lucy could hear Leah was close, she wanted her to feel as good as she made her.

“Thats it Lee, you’re so close. Let me hear you. I love hearing you, I love the noises you make. Fuck you feel so good.”

The words pushed her to the edge, Leah let out an animalistic moan, her body was shaken, her orgasm was intense, shattering through her body. She felt Lucy pull her tighter as her body went limp.

Leah opened her eyes, trying to catch her breath. “Oh my fuck, Luce…. Fuck.”

When Leah feels herself coming down from her high, she feels Lucy lips against her skin. Bring her back to her senses.

She kissed Leah’s shoulders gently, while she slowly pulled the strap out of the blonde.

Tiredness took over Leah’s body, she laid down on her front, exhausted from their activities.

Lucy took off her harness, watching the blonde on her bed. She crawled on the bed next to Leah, kissing her back as she moved herself up the bed.

Goosebumps ran over her body, she was sensitive all over, Leah giggled at the touch, letting out a contempt sign.

“I wanted to eat you out again.” Lucy husked  into her ear.

Leah groaned, feeling butterflies dip in her stomach.

“You don’t stop do you? Give me 2 minutes I just need to catch my breath.”

“Not when you look that good.” Lucy chuckled lying next to Leah. She easily moved the blondes body, so she could spoon her, getting as physically close as she could.

Within minutes sleep took over the pair.

A few big rule was broken that night.

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Leah woke to feel a warm sensation on her back, she was confused at where she was, she’d never woken up in Lucy’s before.

She felt the warm sensation move, she realised it was Lucy’s chest against her back. She realised she fell asleep, that was something they agreed they wouldn’t do.

Shit.

Lucy felt movement next to her, making her wake. She opened her eyes to see Leah’s blonde hair, smelling her familiar shampoo.

The sun beamed in through the curtains, Lucy realised what was going on. She felt conflicted, she wanted nothing more than Leah to be here, be next to her but she knew Leah didn’t want that.

She backed herself away from Leah, giving the girl space.

Leah felt the coldness hit her back. She knew Lucy must have woken up, she’s giving Leah a hint to leave.

Leah feels tears prick at her eyes but she holds them back. She doesn’t want Lucy to see her cry.

She slowly gets herself up, her eyes darting across the room for her clothes. She dresses quickly, not bringing herself to look at Lucy.

She’s fully dressed, she looks over at Lucy who’s been watching her the whole time.

“Erm, sorry about this. I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I must have passed out.”

It hurts Lucy that Leah didn’t mean to stay, or didn’t want to stay. It honestly was the best night sleep she’s had in almost a year.

She pulls the covers up to her chest covering herself. “Ah no it’s fine, I better get on. I’ve got training anyways.”

It’s a bad lie, she doesn’t have training and Leah knows that. So it hurts even more to think Lucy can’t even make up a half decent fib to get Leah out of her way.

Leah bites her lip, she goes to say something but she just nods and walks out.

Lucy pulls the covers over her head, as she hears her front door close. Once again losing Leah.

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Lucy texts Leah on Monday. She didn’t want sex, she just wanted to see Leah. She wanted to talk. She wrote what she knew best.

Lucy - needing a hand

It’s what they always text, nothing more, nothing less.

Leah - sorry I can’t, busy

It was the first time either of them had ever said no.

She stared at her screen, Lucy felt her hands shake, she felt so stupid. How could she have thought Leah wanted her, after all these months the blonde didn’t ever indicate that she wanted anything more, so why now?

She made her way to her in home gym, taking out everything on her punching bag.

It had been two weeks since they last saw each other. Two weeks since they last spoke. Lucy had been a wreck, she had hardly spoke to anyone. Keeping herself to herself.

She was flicking through Netflix when she heard her door go, for a brief moment she wondered if it was Leah.

She made her way to the front door, she opened it but it wasn’t Leah. It was Keira.

The look on her face must have giving away something to the shorter girl.

“Oh nice to see you to. Can I come in?”

“Yeah, sorry. Come in.”

Keira walked in to the familiar home, she made her way into the kitchen, Lucy followed behind her.

The younger girl sat at the island, looking at Lucy.

“Put the kettle on then, gosh have you lost your hospitality manners?”

Lucy laughed, no matter the mood she was in Keira always knew how to make her laugh. She put the kettle on, grabbing two tea mugs from the cupboard.

Lucy put on a brave face, she knew Keria was here to tell her off about her lack of communication with her and the girls. She knew she was ignoring the chat, she just didn’t feel like talking to anyone lately. Not since Leah.

“Right come on, what’s going on? And don’t try and lie. You know, I’ll know.”

Lucy looked at Keira, she wondered if she could tell her. They had been broken up for over a year, but would it not be awkward? In all honesty she needed someone to talk to, and Keira was her best friend, she needed her.

“Well, it’s about Leah.”

“Yeah I know.”

Lucy’s eyes bulged out of her head.

“What?”

“Yeah, you two are seeing each other. I’ve seen both your cars parked outside each others multiple times.” Keira smiled smugly at Lucy.

Lucy shock her head. “It’s more complicated than that.”

Keiras smiled dropped, she could hear the pain in Lucy’s voice. She’d obviously got this wrong.

“Right, put the bags in, talk to me.”

Lucy explained everything to Keira, from the charity event, up to the last text. Leaving out their sex details, they were close but nobody needed to know about their ex’s sexual activities.

Keira took a finishing sip from her mug, looking at Lucy with soft eyes, she felt sorry for Lucy but god was she an idiot sometimes.

“That explains a lot to be honest. God Lucy you are daft sometimes.”

Lucy screwed up her face. Why was she daft? Did she not hear what she just said?

“What, why?”

“She clearly likes you! Why on earth would she do this for so long just for a botty call? God even botty calls have more of an emotional side than what you guys have going on.”

Keira looked at Lucy with her serious face. “Come on Luce, please don’t let your walls treat Leah like this, don’t treat yourself like this. Of course she likes you, you’re likeable when you want to be.” She smiled softly at Lucy.

“I think you both need to talk, it sounds like there’s no talking going on. And even if she doesn’t want anything more than sex with you, do you really think you deserve that?”

Lucy looked at Keira, tears threatened her own eyes.

“No.”

“No, you don’t. But in all honesty I think she really likes you, sort this out Luce. Stop being so afraid, they don’t call you Tough for nothing.”

Lucy rolled her eyes at the ginger girl, chucking at her words.

“Right, I’m off. No more ignoring the chat, don’t go and roll under the covers, and do not take it all out in the gym. We’re here for you.”

Lucy hugged Keira, she loved the girl so much, even if it wasn’t in a romantic way, she would always have love for her.

“I won’t. I’m sorry. Thank you Keira”

Keira walked out the front door. Looking back at Lucy as she opened her car door. “Fix it Lucia”

The shorter girl drove off, leaving Lucy to sort out her shit.

——————

Leah scrolled through tiktok, when she heard her door go. She wasn’t expecting anyone, she looked through the fish eye to see who it was. She nearly dropped her phone. It was Lucy.

She hesitated to open the door, she’d spent those last two weeks trying to forget the girl, trying desperately to ignore the pain.

Trying to forget all the feelings she had for the brunette.

She opened the door to see a very nervous looking Lucy, a look she’d never seen on the girl before.

“Can we talk Lee?”

“Erm, yeah, sure. Come in.”

Lucy made her way in, she waited for Leah to lead the way. She took them into her living room, she motioned for Lucy to take a seat, she then sat as far as she could form the brunette.

“Well firstly, I’m so sorry for how our last chat went. How this has all happened.”

She paused. Trying to find the right words.

“Lee, I like you, I really, really like you. I’ve not really known how to go about it because I know you don’t feel the same, and that’s fine. But I don’t want you to think I’m like this. I’ve hated this arrangement, the rules we’ve had, only texting when we want sex. And I know I basically made those rules, and I hate myself for it. I’ve just tried to protect myself from you because I know you don’t want anything more than that, and I just didn’t want to loose you, even if it meant hurting myself.“

She looked at Leah, she could feel own eyes flooding with tears.

“And I just can’t do it anymore, it’s killing me, not being able to be with you but I need to stop this, I just can’t do it anymore.”

Lucy let out a long sigh, looking everywhere but at Leah. She was ready to be told ‘thanks but no thanks.’

Leah couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Lucy wanted her, she wanted Leah, she’d always wanted her. She didn’t think Leah wanted her. Wow. What a classic example of stupid lesbians.

Leah started to cry herself, she still had so many questions, and of course those hurt feelings don’t just disappear. They clearly needed to talk but she couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief, Lucy wanted her, Lucy actually liked her.

“Lucy, I’ve wanted more than just the sex, I’ve wanted to be with you. This has been so hard. I - I was scared to say anything because of what happened at the hotel, I was just scared. I freaked out that day. I know I shouldn’t have left with out saying anything. I know what’s why you thought I didn’t want anything more, but that’s not the case at all. You made me feel so comfortable, just being with you, I felt like I could really be myself. Even though these last couple of months have been hard, I’ve still loved every moment I’ve shared with you.”

To say Lucy was shocked was an understatement. She could feel her heart pounding hard, Leah wanted her, for more than just sex. Lucy felt a weight come off her shoulders, a small bit of hope creeping in.

The girls stared at each other, both with sad smiles on their faces, tears rolling down their cheeks.

Lucy let out a disbelieving laugh. “Wow, I can’t believe us.”

She looks at the floor, her eyes watering up.

“So you’re telling me, we both liked each other this whole time? Well I mean I hope you liked me in some way. But I mean we both wanted more?”

Leah laughed through her tears, wiping her face.

“What a pair of idiots, I guess we were just scared to lose something we both desperately wanted.”

Lucy nodded. “Can we hug?”

Leah couldn’t hold back the smile. “Of course.”

The girls held each other for a couple

of minutes, just feeling the embrace from the other. They hadn’t actually hugged before now, it felt completely right.

“I want to take you on a date.”

Leah stepped back, looking into Lucy’s eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I want to start over, if you’re up for it?”

Leah smiled, she wrapped her arms around Lucy’s neck.

“I’d like that.”

“Good, I also want to hold off on sex for a while. I think we should go slow. I know this had all been a lot.”

Leah nodded she would of course miss the sex but knew it was right, they needed to go slow.

They ended up watching a few films, before Lucy headed home.

Leah walked her to the door, smiling so hard her cheeks hurt.

“I’ll see you for our date then?”

Lucy smiled, all her teeth were on show.

“Definitely.”

They kissed for a couple of minutes at the door. A whole new feeling running between both girls.

“I need to stop, or I’ll break my first rule I’ve made.” She bit her lip, staring at Leah now swollen kissed lips.

They said their goodbyes at the door, as hard as it was. She needed to plan her date.

[hachimitsu-rofu]

Title: Random HCs Pairing: 「 Shikamaru x GN.Reader  」||「 Choji x GN.Reader 」 「 Shino x GN.Reader  」||「 Naruto x GN.Reader 」 「 Kankuro x GN.Reader 」||「 Kiba x GN.Reader 」 Plot: Some random relationship headcanons, reader is gender neutral as possible Warnings: N/A | Please notify if needed in ask format ’’’  ’’’  ’’’ Word Count: 3,087 Read Time: 11 minutes, 14 seconds ’’’  ’’’  ’’’ Author’s Note: Well I haven’t written anything in a hot moment, but here’s some headcanons I’ve had in my drafts for a while. If something needs to be tagged let me know! Anyways, please enjoy!

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「                                    Misc. HC’s                                   」

Nara, Shikamaru

☀ It’s already known he would be the best nap buddy. But you know what’s even better? Is he willingly, and I mean willingly! Stays up for you when you need him or want him to. (Although he’d much rather wrap himself in a blanket with you and call it a day.) But yeah. That five hour long play you want to go to? He’s up and paying attention the WHOLE damn time. Maybe complains a little, but he’s up! You need a study buddy? Well yeah- duh, he’s gonna help you with it. Though he will probably request a kiss here and there as payment though. Sparring partner? Also yes. Although he’ll try to end the session faster just so he can reap the reward of cuddling sooner.

☀ He is faithful but uh- he still does quite a bit of rubbernecking out in those streets. Man has eyes and he will be looking. Won’t touch the displays. So that is something if you’re wondering. He doesn’t feel very bad about it either because he doesn’t think much of it- and why should he if that’s all he’s doing. It’s not like he’s his old man who was actively partaking in his window shopping.

☀ When he first introduces you to his parents his mom is excited. Finally someone other than the Nara men she had be dealing with for so long! Not that she doesn’t love them that is. But when he sees how you and her interact he knows he made a good choice in calling you his.  Which just inflates his already giant ego more.

☀ He doesn’t talk about it, nor does his own father, but he does have a mild form of depression. It sneaks up on him and he doesn’t ever know what to do with it or himself. In fact it makes him more down trotted since he knows how to handle or do so much else. What he does know is that when he’s in this slump and you are beside him. He will have his face in your chest (even if you don’t have much), a hand interlocking fingers with you, and a quiet breath. In short you are a peace for him during the storm. Allowing him a momentary retrieve.

"Tsk.” Shikamaru was ready for the session to be over with already. He wanted to curl up into a ball with you in bed. Yet here he was, bent over the kotatsu table with you, helping you study for this irritating exam. He knew you didn’t really need his help even though you insisted on it. Glancing up with his charcoal black eyes, Shikamaru looked at you and sighed. He didn’t want to admit it, he liked that you wanted him around so bad- made him feel needed even if it was for something so benign. That small smile creeping up on his face that he didn’t even notice until he could feel the dimples form against his cheek. 

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Akimichi, Choji

☀ He would ditch spending time with Shikamaru to hang out with you if he could. Like he likes his best friend, but you? Opfh, he loves the fact you indulge in him for all that he is and could be. 

☀ Yeah sure he loves to eat and cook with you-- but do you know what else he likes to do with you? Video Games, man has bought so many co-op games just to play them with you! When you two are both able to you’ll usually end up having at least one date night that consists of all game playing! Mixed with popcorn and sodas and also a dedicated wind down movie session for when the games get too heated or you guys get burnt out. Either way you usually end it at that.

☀ He likes working with his hands. Likes being able to mess with things physically. That’s why when he finds out there’s a pottery class he takes it up and makes you some cups, plates, and little knickknacks. If you have a favorite animal he’s making it, favorite color(s) will be used as paints, like plants? Babe guess what you got a new pot! Cooking? Man be building you plates and what not.

Let him show you he loves you with whatever he can build.

☀ Please let this man do your hair. Please, oh PLEASE, let him do your hair, (If you have any that is.) You won’t be disappointed at all with the magic he can weave. Man can do all kinds of braids and styles like it’s second nature! It kind of goes along with the whole- working with his hands thing.        If you got curls (Such as 4C hair for example of this) he will give you some of the best hair care he can. When it’s time to wash out those curls, man is right there either to keep you company or to do the washing for you. He’ll wash them, dry them, and even willingly stand around for those long hours putting them into box braids. He’s committed to doing them right and does still try to be nice about it.       If you often wear scarves/hijabs he’s going to try and learn how to knot and tie them into some faux hairstyles. He thinks he almost has a faux mohawk style down- but it’s still rather messy. But he does try!       If you sport facial hair. Man is also going to help your trim and care for that too! He’ll help you scrub your face, put in that beard oil, and brush out any knots you might have! Plus he’ll help braid them to boot!       If you don’t have hair then that’s also alright. Man will instead help you with your facial routines and scalp care. (If you shave it, he doesn’t get a single nick on your head that’ s how dedicated he is!) You’ll be delighted at the care he does with putting your lotion on your face. He will sneak a kiss in though.

☀ If it’s raining he’ll try to focus on putting the umbrella on you even if you insist that he keep it on him. He doesn’t care if he gets a cold from it, he just wants you to be covered.  Besides, if he gets sick maybe you’ll take care of him. ☀ If you want to give him a treat that isn’t food related then a back massage would do best for him. You’d be surprised by how tense his muscles can get.

"AH! Y/N! Guess what!” Choji announces as he practically bursts through the front door with a bright eyed smile. Holding a delicately wrapped boxed to his side, bow and all. Only to present it to you like a child on their birthday receiving a gift themselves. “Go on! Open it! Take a look!” Practically beside himself with joy as he watches you take it from him. As if seeing you happy made him happy.

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Aburame, Shino

☀ He takes his time with introducing his partner(s) to his friends and family. He wants to be secure in knowing that whoever he’s bringing around will actually stick around. So if you meet his father in a proper introduction at home with the dinner and everything. Just know, he is very serious about you and he would hope you feel the same way too.

☀ Will usually seek you out to have lunch with you when he’s able. He likes having his meals with you so you two can talk about the recent events of the day and unwind a little before getting back to it. Although if either of you are unable to, due to schedule conflicts or what not. He’ll ultimately send one of his insects to just hang around you- with your knowledge of course. 

He finds tracking his partner without their knowledge to be quite a disrespectful thing to do. You should trust your partner after all.

☀ He isn’t the type to argue even with his petty instincts kicking in. He’ll only actively argue with you if the stakes are high and even then he’ll try his best not to let it get to him. He loves you and wants to handle things like adults.

☀ He will suggest you two do a class of some sort together! Just to have more quality time together despite any busy schedules either of you may have. Personally he’ll point out a sewing, knitting, or possibly some jewelry making. Just because that’s something you two could easily do at home as well! Not only that, if you do decide to make jewelry together you could always gift each other something to wear. Something you can keep on you to always know the other is there for you even when your thousands of miles apart.

☀ While he isn’t much for PDA (Public displays of affection) he still tries to keep a hand on you. This usually is touching the small of your back or hooking his pinky with yours. It’s stealthy and easy to hide, something that could be brushed off.  This isn’t to say he’s embarrassed of you, he just get’s flustered easily when other’s point out his soft spot. Which is you.

Sitting under the umbrella covered garden table set, Shino fixed his usually closely held sunglasses onto his face. He was just enjoying the warmth of the spring sun on his, unusually, exposed skin. Allowing you to see the traces and trails of the small almost invisible scars of his body. It almost distracted you from noticing what was in his hands. A needle and thread, looping some beads together. The beads were in a colorful array with flowers and beetles. Looking up from his creation he caught your eyes. Smirking at you from the side of his closed lips. 

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Uzumaki Naruto

☀ As we know the boy is actually good about taking care of plants! One could even say it’s a hobby of his! But what they don’t know is how many he grows just to gift to his partner. Yes, yes he grows his own favorites too. But if he knows his partner has a particular favorite- well then he is going to be growing a few bundles of them in his small apart. Just so he can have a piece of them around when they’re not available and something to gift them later when they come by. Although your smile is far more than enough of a reward for him to take in return.

☀ He’s a board game man and no one can convince me otherwise. Y’all got a closet full of them and come every Thursday night when you are both at home in the village you two will play. Sometimes you invite friends, other times it’s just you and him. It doesn’t really matter what you play together! He’s just happy to be with you.

☀ Yes, when he was younger he wasn’t the best at keeping tidy. But as he’s gotten older he’s gotten much better about it. Especially when he found out that you had a particular scent you liked to smell. It might be a little pricey but he’s going to grab the candle or the fabric softener, whatever it is.  Though admittedly the first time he does this he might have gone overboard and nearly knocked himself out from the singular smell taking up the small, cramped space. After that he tried to keep it to one thing at a time. Changes it from item to item or space to space. 

☀ Out of the Konoha boys Naruto is the best dancer. He knows how to move his body in tune with a beat. Combo that with his talk no jutsu and one could say he is a smooth criminal on that dance floor.

”Oooiii!” Blonde hair on end as he straightened his back out, arms crossed behind his head pulling his grey tee-shirt above his midriff only to fall and hide that golden trail once more. He had been sitting there on the cold hard floor. Papers scattered all over the small table before him. “Can’t we go get Ichiraku now? My eyes are about to fall out from all this stupid paper work.” He groaned, only to perk up and lean into the hand that found it’s way into his hair. Maybe it wasn’t so bad if it meant some affection.

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Kankuro

☀ Please let this man do your makeup. (If you do wear any of course. If you don’t, he’ll probably ask you at some point to let him try and put some on you. For practice reasons of course.) PLEASE. He’ll be so delighted, and chaotic, when you finally let him attempt it. 

☀ He doesn’t look it but he is the type to find a copy of your favorite book and read it. In private of course. He doesn’t let you in on the fact that he now owns a copy, that he’s read every line that he could over and over again until he memorized it completely. 

You won’t know it until he’s slipped in a line you yourself know by heart. 

☀ Will puppy dog eye you with love when you’re not looking. He doesn’t even notice it. But he falls in love with you a bit more and more the longer you’re together. He’s the guy that will realize after YEARS of being with you that he loves you. That as time has passed as you two are holding hands as you walk through the market place it suddenly hits him how much you really do mean to him.

☀ While he’s not the marrying type his life and yours would be completely enwrapped in one another’s without the legality of it all. What is his is now yours. What is yours is his. You need not worry about his loyalty as he is all yours. Now if it’s that important to you he will propose and you’ll have the whole wedding and cake and what not. But just know. He doesn't want or need some silly paper to let you or others know he’s yours and you’re his. He just needs you in his home to share the good moments, the bad, and any others you’re willing to share.         But also take note, his puppet will be in the front row somewhere.

☀ He likes to kiss the back of your neck when you sleep. A soft smile on his lips as he enjoys the feeling of you stirring underneath his hands. Something about the quiet of the room and you in his arms makes him so at peace. He can honestly say in those moments that he must’ve done something good to deserve you.

Kankuro tossed the water that pooled in his hands up and onto his face. Clearing up the debris of now shaven facial hair off with the leftover shaving cream he had applied earlier. Once down he grabbed the maroon colored hand towel, patting his face dry and further wiping anything off to ensure a clean canvas for his toxic face paint. “Hey dork! Hun’! BABY!” He shouted across the apartment to garner their attention. His head peaking out from the bathroom door frame to see them do the same from the living room. A look of bemusement written all over as his lips spread wide into a grin. “Chicken butt.” He snorted as they rolled their eyes and went back to what they were doing.

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Inuzuka, Kiba

☀ When he brought you home to officially meet his mom and sister. The man, well boy to them, tried so damn hard to tell them not to embarrass him in front of you. Practically threatened them not to do or say anything because he didn’t want to look like an idiot in front of you. They both chuckled and agreed. But what did he do when he brought you in? Tripped up over his own two feet and actually fell face first into a wet kibble bowl. Man is his own circus. But ultimately he is your clown.

☀ He’s a little insecure at times so watch out when he does get jealous. Because it’s a flip flop from being wildly accusative to wholeheartedly distant. Although if he see’s someone trying to hit on you. He’ll rush up right behind you, wrap an arm around you, and make it known that you and him are a serious thing.  He knows it’s not attractive of him to do this. He’s gotten better about it the longer your relationship has gone on. It’s just that deep unsettling gut feeling he gets that maybe you’ll up and leave him without even a single note.  Once they’re gone he becomes somber but quickly tries to pull it off by acting like the hot-headed idiot you love. He just doesn’t want to lose you.

☀ If he was a dog breed he would be a German Shepard, fierce and loyal but one of the more dramatic breeds out of the K-9 family. 

☀ He and you will be getting matching necklaces. He needs it like the ring on your finger you’ll eventually be getting. Because, one might be shocked, he actually does want to settle down. Will he force you to have a wedding? Not at all, but he will be a bit heartbroken over it.  It’s a big celebration of you two being together and officially tying your families into one after all. So if marriage isn’t for you he will at least ask you to wear a necklace of the Inuzuka clan marking.

"But babe!” The Inuzuka whined as he gripped his partner’s middle close to his face. Rubbing his nose into their clothes, catching their scent as he inhaled deeply and let out a loud disrupting huff. “Tsk,” His tongue clicked to his roof with an aggravated toss of his head onto their lap. Loosening his hold on them with a dramatic flair as he slipped onto the ground next to Akamaru. Who was none too please with his partner’s antics. “I want to go with you, what if someone tries to hit on you and whose gonna make you laugh like I do?” Kiba was being ever the silly dramatic at their friend’s night out. Not meaning any of it in a toxic manner, but more so to make his love chuckle.

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[happilychee]

do fairy tail characters nap?

just woke up from a nap. recommend.

♡ as annoying as this is to her, lucy always falls asleep when she reads. it takes forever for her to get through a book! it's just so soothing, especially if the story is compelling and lulls her in... bonus points if she's on a train or in a car; the rocking motion will have her out like a light.

♡ levy has no trouble getting through books because it gets her excited, not tired. she doesn't let lucy forget this. she does, however, stay up until ungodly hours of the night to finish a story. gajeel, jet, droy, and lily have found her passed out over a book (or twenty) multiple times. I think she's always buzzing with energy or curiosity, so one of the only ways for levy to settle in is if gajeel literally lies on top of her like a weighted blanket.

♡ speaking of, gajeel is very neutral about naps. he doesn't actively seek them out, mostly because he's one of the few members of the guild who has a relatively normal sleep schedule. he is, however, soft as hell. levy and lily always nap on him. wendy will nap on him. juvia will nap on him. gajeel looks scary asf if he glares, so no one will bother whoever's sleeping by his side. he is also actually very squishy if he relaxes his muscles. 10/10 pillow.

♡ cana naps like nobody's business. she goes out at night, stays up late drinking or partying, and crashes at 3am in gray or loke's bed. there is no "schedule" to sleeping so she will sleep whenever and wherever. cana has the uncanny ability to fall asleep anywhere. slumped over a table in a guild hall while natsu and gray throw chairs at each other? out like a light. lying on a freezing cold bench while her and lucy wait for a train? snoring away. (lucy pulls cana's head into her lap.) cana rarely falls asleep in an actual bed, though. if she does, it's because she's dead tired, and she's been incentivized by cuddles.

♡ natsu looooves a good nap. him and happy cat nap all the time. this might actually be the only consistent thing in their schedules: nap. the entire guild knows, courtesy of mirajane, to stfu for a bit when 1 o'clock hits. they don't actually need to, because natsu could sleep through a storm, but it's the thought that counts. natsu is also really warm and cuddly, which means that he's the perfect napping buddy. being buried in his warm arms, snug as a bug with happy between you... truly the dream.

♡ gray hates naps. hates them!! all because he wakes up the way you wake up from an after-school nap: sweaty, dizzy, disoriented, in a different dimension, with an overwhelming sense of dread. he reveals this one night when he and lucy are plastered at a bar, and that he's slightly jealous of natsu. lucy resolves to fix this, and when they're both blackout drunk she drags him into bed with her. not quite a nap, but hey, gray woke up feeling nice.

♡ sting might be the only character in the fairy tail universe that goes to bed at 10pm. his sleep schedule is on point, so he doesn't really nap unless he's exhausted from running sabertooth's infirmary. he will snuggle up in a square of sunlight with lector and snooze away.

♡ what is a nap? minerva doesn't nap. she doesn't need to rest during the day, she has things to do, what are you talking about- oh. oh. I think sabertooth has a very luxurious library, and minerva knocks out on one of the plush purple couches. more often than not, frosch will worm their way into her arms. the only people who dare to mention her naps are yukino (who minerva has a soft spot for) and sting (who has no sense of self-preservation).

[alwaysbetruexo]

Come use my boobs as a pillow and lay on my chest so I can play with your hair until we fall asleep

[subaquatic0mess]

Alenoah Hypnosis AU, where Alejandro offers to hypnotize Noah, Noah says yes but makes sure that Owen + Izzy + Tyler is around to make sure that Alejandro doesn't make him do anything too embarrassing...

But Alejandro only adds a hypnotic trigger... Whenever Alejandro offers Noah a hug, Noah feels a strong urge to cuddle Alejandro... It's Alejandro own way of playfully messing with Noah... Noah hates it (but secretly enjoys the cuddles)... Owen + Izzy + Tyler doesn't stop Alejandro from adding the trigger, cause they think the hugging might help the anti-social grumpy Noah...

NOAH (while hugging Alejandro): "I'll get you for this, you eel..." 🍥

I've induced myself into to much content about this idea already so I'll give you a quick response so that I don't become hella biased or just repeat something someone else might have already said. (Did I say quick? Fuck that, future me had other ideas.)

Something I would like to see is Noah gradually understanding how to suppress the urges of the hypnosis with Owen's help.

By that I don't mean he just randomly stopped being able to be hypnotised or something.

I mean that Noah would realize just hiw much control Alejandro had over him and he realized he couldn't do anything about it.

This then brings Noah to consistently try to explain to Owen how wrong this is and that he needs him to help him to not give in. Yet it wasn't that easy he knew that if that eel even doubted Noah was retaliating he'd most definitely put a stop to it.

So this ends up with Owen confused as he keeps recieveing mixed signals from Noah who seems to switch up almost completely when Alejandro joins the same room. (Noah isn't taking chances.)

So this ends up with Noah practically beggin Owen to pay attention to the next time he gets hypnotised.

This results in Owen seeing his best buddy go from his usual self to someone who wasn't there. The way Noah disassociated scared Owen a bit.

Now Owen would try to understand how he views Alejandro. Alejandro was supposed to be a good guy no? Why does this feel so wrong then?

The moment Noah would regain focus he'd probably be quite alarmed as his chubby buddy is quite literally having a crisis. See what I mean now Owen?

And this would result in the two slowly scheming a way of making sure Noah would be able to control the trigger of his hypnosis.

Owen making sure Noah avoided Alejandro.

Noah trying to concentrate on Owen rather than Alejandro.

Owen trying to distract Alejandro when he saw he was hypnotising Noah breaking his focus midway through. That last one was quite helpful. Hope is not something the cynic feels too often but this is important.

Hope.

Knowing that he can break even if only momentarily from Alejandro's grasp.

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Something I invision would maybe be Noah being able to free himself from his grasp but not emidiatly making it clear for anyone else. Besides Owen.

Like now they have the power over that eel. Ofcoirse this would work for only a little since I feel like after all of what happened Noah would be pissed.

And he isn't one to just express himself. He's too lazy for that.

And since he bottled up his anger I have a feeling there would be a moment where he would just burst?

It's not even about the hugs. Fuck that Noah wasn't even that pissed about that.

He was pissed Alejandro used that to make Noah shut up when he disagreed with him.

He felt as if he took his voice. It made him feel small.

He couldn't take it anymore. So blah blah angst and more heavy angst that I have no clue how to write properly. Srr!!

And then they would probably become quite begrudging of eachother as now things are quite tense.

From Alejandro's pov he didn't see no wrong in what he was doing. Maybe he might've have gone a bit overboard but- Noah allowed him. Did he just make Alejandro a fool of himself in international television?

For everyone to see? For his brother to see? For his parents?

Oh no. He can't bear that.

Did he do the same to Noah?

They're both torn at the moment. This is all my brain ranting srr if it makes no sense.

Credits to this anon, @total-drama-brainrot and they're anons awell for the inspo!

Idk what else to say!!!

[soulcheri]

closed starter for baby daddy tyler o'neill @hallowcked

Against Isadora's best advice ( and truly, Brooke knew she meant well ) -- the latter invited Tyler over for some much needed soft practice, anyway. It wouldn't hurt to have him to fall asleep next to either. Brooke often hated sleeping alone. She preferred a cuddle buddy and out of all those she's ever had, Tyler was hands down her favorite.

After brushing her teeth, combing back her hair, and slipping into her pajamas ... Brooke climbed into bed and waited for Tyler to arrive. She had old re-runs of I love Lucy playing on her projector to keep her company.

The episode she was currently watching featured Lucy sitting on the couch knitting, while she waited for her husband to come home with the Papaya-used milkshake she requested. Pregnancy cravings. The episode reminds Brooke that she forgot to stop by the drugstore on her way home from Jake's party to grab a morning after pill. Seeing as, she and Gage mostly used condoms, Brooke wasn't as consistent with her birth control lately.

"Dammit!" Brooke curses as she throws the covers off herself to raid under her bathroom sink for one of the old pills she might have had on hand. "Yes!" She finds one hidden deep in the back of her drawer but, doesn't realize it's expired before she pops it onto her tongue and swallows.

Much as she loves Tyler to pieces and wants to marry and settle down with him one day, they weren't exactly equipped to be parents right now. Not while they still had to date each other in secret and he was too busy trying to wrangle a den full of blood-thirsty snakes.

Brooke, being so distracted by her thoughts and basking in her relief, didn't hear Tyler come in through the window or sneak up behind her in the bathroom. "Jesus!" Brooke jumps, before she whips her body around to face him and playfully reprimand him in the stomach. "Don't sneak up on me like that. You'll give me a heart attack." Even more so by looking as mouthwatering and devilishly handsome as he does on a daily basis without even trying. Honestly, sometimes it hurt to look at him.

[doodle-do-wop]

Stina and Fitz hc part 2!

These are friendship hc but can also been seen as romantic ( @ohmygoly)

Stina has a habit of muttering to herself sometimes and Fitz can almost number catch what she's saying but he takes it pretty good

Fitz's leg will always have a limp (fight me Shannon) and Stina is perfectly aware of it (he's got a massive scar and has mentioned it himself) however all is the same in love and pillow fight wars

When Fitz feels comfortable he starts using his cane more often around Sterling Gables

Stina is allergic to affection and it's hilariously bad

She's obviously not actually allergic but she may as well be

She's a great person to ask for advice of picking a gift, HORRIBLE horrible person to ask for help giving a gift

Fitz has witness Stina chuck a midterm gift at Marella and Marella acted like it was a live bomb (she's bad at accepting gift)

When it comes to her birthday (fight me Shannon) Stina is a mess because A, she's hasn't had a birthday with friends since before she started Foxfire, she literally can't remember the last time she had a birthday and friends actually came but B, she's being shown way too much affection by people who aren't her parents and she's literally melting like the wicked witch of the farm

Fitz literally explained his gift to her because he thought the look on her face was confusion and not the violent emotional battle of Stina holding back tears realizing she's got real friends who know her well enough to pick really awesome gifts

Fitz was yapping his head off, Stina was trying not to cry and failing miserably

Maruca recorded

Stina picks up the phone pretty quickly to a lot of people's surprise and Fitz has gotten so used to her answering quickly he gets a little worried when the call goes to voicemail but figures she was busy with the horses (9 times out of 10 she was just busy and she has horse gossip to spill)

She's biased

Like so biased

It's not even subtle

Keefe breathes and Stina rolls her eyes but Fitz repeats himself twice because he thought no one heard him and Stina will give him her full attention even if they're in a big group

He asked for no pickles ahh friendship

The least neurodivergent horse girl and the most autistic little guy

Stina actually has friends the others don't know about and they've jokingly called themselves the Outcasts since at some point someone said you'd have to be an outcast to wind up with someone like Stina

The outcasts mostly consist of people Stina's met randomly throughout her life and they've had surprisingly civil interactions (it's almost like if Stina doesn't constantly feel the need to defend herself she's actually quite friendly)

The Outcasts have a special greeting using telekinesis to tug on each others pins when passing by the hallways at Foxfire and Fitz and Stina have made their own little special way of doing the Outcast greeting

Stina does great fast math but she fucking hates admiring she knows the answer meanwhile Fitz is determined to have his hand up

They sometimes hold hands and just like sit there while using their talents; Fitz reading Stina's thoughts and Stina reading Fitz's emotions

Sometimes they look like they're just sleeping or something and it's very silly but in truth they're chilling in their own little zone where Fitz and her are chatting in her mind and Fitz is remarking how much of his own emotions he can pick up from Stina's little thoughts

Stina has the funniest mental space Fitz has ever been in cause usually when he reads thoughts people have their own little head space and uniquish way their mind puts thoughts and shuffles things around

Stina has the ocean in her brain

Fitz thought it would be like a ranch or something but no he's under the water

Like literally there's little passing thoughts like schools of fish

Stina listened to the Little Mermaid soundtrack and it changed her brain chemistry

The snuggliest of snuggle buddies

They just look so cozy when they cuddle

Do not disturb they're resting

Stina's very straight forward with a lot of things and even more so with friends, they're her most precious treasures and she would rather explode the sun than lose them to some stupid misunderstanding and Fitz feels such a breath of fresh air when Stina will just get to the point with things

Fitz is considered an honorary Wayward by Stina which is a Neutral Territory word for someone who isn't exactly a citizen of the Territories but they're adjacent

Fitz is a pretty good listener but he always has a ton of questions but luckily Stina doesn't mind explaining them

He's horrible with hypotheticals and Stina will shake him silly while also cracking up because she asked him if he'd still love her if she was an imp and Fitz asked "why would you be an imp?"

He's so spoiled at the Heks house

Literally treated like a king but a beloved one not one worshiped from afar

Fitz comes over for just a simple hang out and he's all comfy in his chair with a bowl of fruit, his best friend, and a blanket

Stina, Fitz, and Maruca go on walks

No particular reason they just go around and walk and they chat and they giggle and sometimes they just sit and chat

It's how they find cool hang out spots for the next Horse Girl hang out

A lot of the time they're just walking and talking about literally anything and nothing and everything

Have I mentioned they're the true empath and telepath duo

I can't make this up they compliment each other so well

Stina doesn't tell Fitz to hide his anger or express it where she can't see

Despite being more sensitive to his emotions due to her talent Stina encourages Fitz to let it out, to talk about it, even if it's messy or the conversation goes sideways so they start shouting Stina's always stayed and embraced him when he needs it the most

Fitz has spent so long with all his emotions sitting in a weird spot and Stina helps him pick them up and let them out

She teaches him small empath tricks and Fitz realizes Stina's a pretty good teacher as she's patient and very adjustable

Can't say the same for Team V though lmao, they have to sign a damn term and conditions contract to peel any tiny bit of information out of her

Stubborn as a mule that one

Fitz gets a pass cause once again, Stina is unimaginably biased

Biana thinks this is bullshit but is also happy for her brother finding friends who care about him and understanding him in a way she, as his family, can't

She just wishes his choice of friends wasn't such a bullheaded Stina

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Riddlers with a s/o who really likes horror movies, old ones, news one, everything in between long as it's horror? Need to know who's ear I can talk off

"Riddlers and Horror Movies" Riddler party x Reader

Several of these riddlers share direct horror movie quirks with me have fun guessing which. Also listed favorite horror film(s).

TW: horror films, blood and gore descriptions, mentions of emotional self-harm

Gotham

He's the guy who is going to contradict and tell you every medical inaccuracy of the deaths and mechanics in the movies. Yes, of course there's suspension of disbelief but at some point things are just wrong.

Babe, that should be arterial blood but they're portraying venous blood consistency :(

If you don't mind him talking at length about how these things would actually go OR conversely how well the sfx portrayed real injuries, he is your horror movie buddy! None of it bothers him considering how many real life murder, suicide and accident victims he's had to perform autopsies on.

Cuddling with his gangly legs on the couch bundled up in a big blanket with you while the sounds of screams echo from the tv and fill the room. Huge smile. He especially old classics when you're in the mood. Black and white films and transatlantic accents... It sounds like a great night to him.

Favorite Horror Movies: Might be a surprise but he really loves "Freaks" from 1932. He will talk for a long time about how, even though many of the disabled actors were ostracized on set, the fact that they were present at all is significant. The ableist assholes get theirs in the end! He also has a lot of fondness for "Re-animator."

Btas

He's the one interested in the sfx rambles. What, you think he designed a video game and labyrinth for a theme park just because he's intelligent? He likes behind the scenes work. God help everyone if he and Scarecrow decided to get together to make a haunted house.

You ever see those huge animatronics in horror mazes, especially the huge end show pieces? That's where his interest goes.

Depending on how much you watch and express interest in that kind of thing, he genuinely might start making horror animatronics and programs. He has the know-how! His would be the realistic looking ones, especially for animals. Spooky but definitely based in forms you see in real life.

Well, beautiful, you might have helped him find a very profitable side gig. Everyone else might be sore at you for a while, though, given Edward scaring the fuck out of them with holograms and mechanics. Plus more team-ups with Scarecrow.

All this because you wanted to watch horror movies with him. His darling <3

Favorite horror movie: "The Thing" (1982) and while it's not his absolute favorite, he ends up enjoying "Willy's Wonderland" a lot for both the animatronics and video game nods.

60s

The old ones with little to no gore is fine! More modern hack and slashers might be a little too spooky for him :( definitely never show him "Hostel" or anything in that vein.

Truthfully, it's not the violence or the blood, he's seen that. It's the suffering that gets him. It all seems so pointless and needless. At least when he's attempting to cut batman into tiny pieces using a comically giant fan, there's a goal or point. In his mind, anyways.

Before dating you his idea of horror was "Dracula", "Frankenstein"... "The Ghost and Mr. Chicken".... Start with horror that has a more comedic or cheesy element- "Little Shop of Horrors" to "Tucker & Dale vs. Evil." "Creepshow" 1 and 2 from the 80s! If you ease him into it and don't go too extreme, he'll love watching horror movies with you.

Favorite Horror Movie: OKAY THIS IS CHEATING BECAUSE IT'S NOT A MOVIE BUT. He'd be a HUGE fan of the "Tales from the Crypt" show from the early 90s (that is almost impossible to find streaming rip my horror uncle The Cryptkeeper). Horror plus puns. He will always take a funny, morbid pun! Plus... man can appreciate a cackle. He also has several opinions about the original "Suspiria."

Zero Year

It has to have something of a decent story or he's not paying attention. Where is the BACKGROUND? Sidenote: if you get him into something like Bloodborne (I know, not a movie) with lots of lore, expect to not see him for a hot minute as he consumes all the information he can like a sponge.

He tends to favor psychological horror- Although, if it means spending time with you and gaining favor, he would watch most anything. Especially if there's the possibility of close physical affection... ANYWAYS. He's also the one who wants to watch a bunch of foreign language film horror such as "Les yeux sans visage" in original French.

Another thing is that he will watch things over and over and over again with you if you want. Part of it is the undiagnosed neurodivergency. Part of it is because you always catch new details when you watch things again. Him noticing something that you didn't and him getting to tell you and impressing you is a special kind of high. He will talk about movies for hours afterwards. "Jacob's Ladder" has been a several hours long dissection MULTIPLE TIMES.

Favorite Horror Movies: "Angel Heart" is his top all time favorite. If you haven't seen it, he will practically tie you up to watch it together- He also really enjoyed "The Lighthouse" and "Us."

Arkham

Similar to BTAS, he is also interested in the animatronics. His, however, would lean to body horror and sci-fi. Something about biology and machine blending together... it gets him kind of excited.

He will sit and work while watching you play something like Deadspace (sorry, a game again) for HOURS. Then he wants to watch the prequel movie with you. Also if you don't mind subtitles, he has this recommendation for "Tetsuo: The Iron Man" if you haven't seen it already. And if you haven't... You are in for an experience.

In short, this man is about the body horror. He likes other horror too, but that's his bread and butter. Sci-fi horror as well. Bonus when there is overlap. He's seen "Annihilation" at least twenty times and has the books dog-eared and rough from multiple reads somewhere in his belongings. Yes, they are ultimately different, but he's in love with the concept enough that to him he appreciates both.

He is going to scare you with animatronics he makes. Sometimes intentionally. Sometimes not. Have fun with that.

Favorite horror movies: Cronenberg period but he has a special fondness for "Videodrome" and "The Fly" (1986).

Telltale

Despite it being an excellent movie, he despises "Jacob's Ladder." It brings up too many unpleasant thoughts. Movies, especially horror, with medical experimentation are a trigger though he'll never say it out loud. You find this out as you discuss watching certain movies and see the connection between all of them.

That being said, the horror movies he likes have two themes: they have meaning/ a message or they involve transformation. The first is because anything too simple bores him. The second is totally absolutely NOT because of projection of his own trauma.

Show him "Get Out" and "Nope" and he gains a deep reverence for Jordan Peele as a writer and director. Intelligent, entertaining, and the perfect amount of horror mixed in. Kind of a fan, only you know, really.

80s version of "The Fly" makes him emotional and you probably only watch it once with him. He likes it a lot! Just... the slow transformation via a science accident is very relatable. Madness overtaking you.

Favorite horror movies: "An American Werewolf In London" it's a classic. Not to mention in his opinion one of the best transformation scenes in a movie.

2022/nashton

Ha... so here's the thing. He likes "Hostel" and movies like that with lots of violence and gore. He's even seen "Wolf Creek" and got some real excitement out of it. HOWEVER. Movies in that vein are a form of emotional self-harm for him. He likes them in the moment but they also usually trigger massive anxiety and depression episodes for him later on in the day/night.

Others like "Se7en" (I know it's a thriller not true horror), "Saw" and the like are usually okay. There's a distinctive difference that may only exist in his own mind, but the more you watch with him, the more you'll find out which movies are "safe" for him. Which is good! He does like horror movies, but as we know from the prequel comics, he's not always good at taking care of himself due to massive amounts of trauma.

He loves films that are gems that aren't super well known in the US when he can find them. Have you seen the Korean horror film "The Silenced"? No? You're in for a treat.

He likes movies that have a logic or puzzle to them. Complex mechanics and traps. A sick sense of justice dispensed.

Favorite horror movies: The "Saw" series. Also "The Collector." He sees the upside down shot with the reflective contacts and the spider allegories and his eyes dilate like a cat seeing it's favorite toy.