#ohmygod this is so silly please ignore it but i had to get it out of my head

[lonely-north-star]

okay im more coherent now i was going somewhere with this last night i swear (this turned into word vomit actually sorry AND IT GOT SO LONG UMMMM)

do you think the ot3 has had that conversation, for when/if my mc paula died what happens to her ?? do you think solomon tries to subtly ask her her thoughts on being immortal, with mammon hanging onto every word

she jokes that if she ended up in the celestial realm after dying, she'd fall willingly and they both stare at her. she goes on to say she hopes she has wings over a tail, because she's afraid she'd knock things over with a tail (famous last words)

solomon asking if she'd really become a demon over staying a human. she kinda avoids the question and says she wouldn't wanna be in the celestial realm, away from all the people she loves, a place a majority can't visit her

mammon asking if she'd be scared falling, and she's shaking her head. "I know you'd be there to catch me", not meeting his eyes, staring at the ceiling

"wouldn't I look cool in fishnets? I wonder what my outfit would look like? I wish I could have a tattoo, stars would be pretty. A lot of you have tattoos or markings..."

"yeah we know how much you love the great Mammon's markings considering you-"

"MAMMON"

"OI NO NEED TO SMACK ME"

"would you want an outfit like Mammon's?"

"yeah you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

" :] "

"do NOT give me that look, dummy. No, no, maybe... I- I would definitely wanna be covered up. Not like Lucifer level, but uhhh... Maybe Levi level. I like the pieces."

"Ya saying ya like Levi's demon form better than mine ?!"

"I've proven multiple times that is untrue. Anyway-"

"I think you would look adorable with a tail."

"🤨 .... of course you would... I wouldn't want one like Satan's, I'd probably hurt myself. Something plain, simple, with a pointy end-"

"Now yer just making fun of us, ain't ya? That sounds like how they draw demons in cartoons. Red pointy end tail and horns, with a pitchfork!"

"Nah, my horns would be blue! And the tail black. I like your wings, and Asmo's ! But, I think the outline where yours is white... Mine would be blue."

"How would you imagine me as a demon, I wonder?"

"Not much different from how ya are now- KIDDING- OI SAID I WAS KIDDING DAMN IT STOP-"

"Hmph. Y'know how Beel has all those belts? What for? I want a chain for decoration! Then I'd really fit in with you guys. It's clipped around, and it'll have some charms dangling off it.. wait."

"What is it?" x2

"...if I have wings, or a tail, I'd need cut outs or an open back... horrifying."

"Right, ya need to be able to actually move those suckers."

"Hm, maybe a tank top? I've seen one or two in your closet that could work. Some have low backs."

"Yeah, I guess that isn't so bad. Huh. Maybe I could have like... Arm warmers because-"

"Because you don't like showing your arms."

"Ya gonna have like- arm sleeves? Like gloves?"

"Nooo, no gloves. I wanna wear my rings. They'd just be to cover my arms! It'll be like my unnecessary accessory."

"Like Beel's belts?"

"Like Beel's belts!"

"As much as I enjoy this mental image-"

"Solomon..."

"Do let me finish. I just can't fathom you turning into a demon."

"Would you still love me if I was a worm? No. Would you still love me if I was turned into a demon is the new one now."

"I gotta agree with him. I can't imagine it either. I don't want that for ya."

"Have you two considered what I wanted?"

*long silence*

"I'm just being silly here. And jealous of wings. Who knows what will happen to me. Maybe I'll become a reaper like Thirteen! But... If I did end up in the celestial realm, I wasn't joking. I'd do what I needed to do to get back to you both."

"But not... Immortality?"

"You wouldn't want that?"

"... I'd have to think about it. Oh! I left my phone in the kitchen and I forgot to log into my games-"

"Don't go trying to change-"

"Paula, please get back in bed-"

"I need to complete my missions before the event ends, I'll be back !!"

"Annnd she's gone..."

"She did that in purpose, I'm sure."

"Dumbass. Always changing the subject or running away."

"How endearing of her."

"... Would you still love her?"

"Hm?"

"What she said. If she did. Y'know. Turn into a demon."

"...I...I would. Because it's still her. Selfishly, I think I'd like her to stay human. Especially because Paula with wings sounds like trouble waiting to happen... Would you still love her?"

"OF COURSE I WOULD! I-I mean... Yeah. I would. But... Ya ain't alone there. I'd want her to stay human too. But just because I don't want her dealing with sins and stuff."

"I can't help but wonder what sin she'd be assigned."

"Greed, maybe. Or gluttony. But if I had to choose, none. Let her be."

*buzzing notification*

"guys i found ice cream in the fridge I forgot i bought. Come share with me? *d.d.d blowing kiss emoji*"

"Idiot..."

"Adorable..."

"we're on our way."

"save some for us, will ya?"

okay i think I'm at a place where I'm pretty happy with my mc's demon form disguise

but it makes me wonder how exactly that came about ?? like did mc do it on their own subconsciously? did solomon cast it when he found mc was sent back??

that second option is so funny considering the outfit I designed her in 👁️👁️

[sinsandsweetness]

Desperate (sex and zombies- chapter 14)

pairing- {Daryl x fem!reader}

summary- You find yourself needing a helping hand.

warning- 18+ content, immediate smut, no plot just absolute filth, humiliation, dirty talk, fingering, slight crybaby reader?

notes- If you are here for the overall plot, this scene would be placed back in the prison, before things actually pick up with Rick. During the week while they are ignoring each other because he lost it on her.

*For that sweet anon who wanted another Daryl chapter; I assumed you liked 'transient' because of his attitude and dirty talk, so I tried to keep that in. Let me know if this satisfied your needs <3

You laid there, shaking and whimpering like a little bitch. Overaware of your own sounds, covered in a light sheen of sweat, with the sheets kicked to the edge of the bed. Hand in your shorts, and fingers stuffed up your cunt as far as you could manage. It wasn't enough. You'd been at it for an hour at least. Breathing all heavy and fucking your own hand, trying to find some kind of relief in the heat of the non air conditioned prison. Sexually frustrated from... well everything really. Rick mostly. Him losing it on you. You were avoiding him like the plague, afraid to make him any more mad. Afraid that he'd hold a grudge, and that you'd never even have a shot with him. As silly as it sounded, it is what you'd wanted from the start, so you really didn't want to fuck up your chances now.

You picked up your pace, bucking your hips further onto the three digits you'd managed to fit in your sopping wet pussy. A pool of slick had already dampened the sheets below, proving just how desperate you were to finish. Fuck. Why can't you finish? It's not like you'd never touched yourself before. You knew your own body. Right?

You were just stressed. At least that's what you figured. Stressed from the farm, and being on the road, and then the prison. Everything that had happened since arriving. It was really dampening your mood. 

You let out a frustrated cry and bit your lip hard, trying to contain your emotions, still finger fucking yourself as fast as you were able to, but every time you thought you were close, it would just disappear. A salty tear slipped down the side of your face. Oh my god. How pathetic are you? You can't even make your own self c-

"Hey- Oh shit." 

You ripped your hand out of your shorts and immediately went for the sheets, pulling them up to cover your embarrassment.

"What the fuck Daryl, have you never heard of knocking?!"

"Sorry I didn't know you were- I thought you had a headache..." Daryl stood, rather awkwardly right at the entrance of your cell. The curtain swaying slightly from where he'd just interrupted your, not so peaceful, privacy.

"I did-" you took a deep breath. You actually did, a few hours ago. And then you woke up feeling much better and weirdly aroused from some dream you couldn't quite remember. So you thought, what better time then to rub one out while no-one would bother you. 

Your whole face was on fire, the humiliation of the situation setting in completely. "Just get out please." You covered your eyes with your hands and the sheet, attempting to shield your entire self from his gaze. No way were you coming now.

"Were you- uh, were you touchin' yourself?" His mouth was curled into a funny little smirk.

"Get. Out. " You said through your teeth, this time looking up at him, giving your absolute best death glare. 

He stepped closer, confusion forming on his brows.

"Were you crying? " He asked, taking a couple steps closer, making your whole body burn bright red. Ohmygod just leave already. 

"No." You quickly wiped away the wetness on you cheek.

"Well it looks like you were crying."

"I just- can you get the hell out please. Fuckin' seriously." 

"Hey," his face softened at your tone. "I'm not tryna be mean okay. I was just checking up on you. Thought I'd bring you some water." He waved the bottle in the air, the sound of the liquid splashing around inside the plastic.

You didn't answer, instead just trying to focus on your heart rate that wouldn't calm the hell down. 

"Why were you crying?" He asked, really sincere this time. 

"I can't-" you sighed again. Pulling your knees up and burying face as you admitted the reason. "I can't finish. It's- I don't know, it's like I'm broken or something."

"You're not broken," He sat on the edge of the bed, a hint of amusement in his voice. He was way too close for comfort, and the fact that your sleep shorts were soaked through with your own wetness didn't help. "You're propably just stressed. A lot's been happening."

You nodded into your knee, not caring to make eye contact with the man. You'd asked him to leave a million times already and he clearly wasn't listening.

"You want some help?" He offered, hand coming up to your calf, gently squeezing it. 

You scoffed an almost laugh. "Um no. I want you to leave."

"You uh... You sure?" His eyes travelled down to the wet spot on the bed, which you quickly moved to cover with your leg.

"Daryl I swear to fucking god-"

"Hey-" he moved forward, hands on your legs, pushing them apart and leaning in to you. "Relax. You've helped me out once or twice, c'mon. Let me. Last I checked, you can finish with me... Unless you've been fakin' it or somethin'..." 

"Ugh." You fell back in frustration, head hitting the cushiony pillow below. "You don't get it. I've been trying for an hour and it just like..." You tried to come up with how to describe it. "Like it's never enough, I get so close and then it just... it hurts." 

"So you gave yourself blue balls?"

What a freakin' boy. "Yeah, I guess if that's what you wanna call it." You rolled your eyes, propping yourself up on elbows, seeing him in between your legs. A patient look on his face. His bulging muscles extra apparent in his tight black long sleeve. Jesus Christ he was just making it worse.

"Try again." He suggested.

"I've been trying Daryl. It's not fuckin' working."

"Just," he grabbed your hand, and positioned at your core. "Let me see. Try again. Touch yourself."

The second the words left his mouth you felt a jolt in your pelvic muscles. His energy shifted from playful to possessive. 

"I don't really-"

"It's nothing I haven't seen before." He counter argued. True. Though it felt different. More... intimate. Being on display wasn't really your thing.

"C'mhere." He tugged at your legs, pulling you down the bed and settling himself on the other end, one leg crossed under himself as the other hung over the tiny mattress, foot planted on the ground. "Take your shorts off."

You still felt the pink on your cheeks but the thought of actually finishing did help tame some of the embarrassment. You shimmied out of the shorts, tossing them to the ground. 

"Shirt too."

"Daryl-" You warned. He was pushing boundaries for sure. 

"Take the shirt off." His eyes were dark and you couldn't help but stare at the very prominent outline pulling at the denim of his jeans. 

You swallowed hard and took the top off in one fluid motion, nipples immediately forming little peaks on your supple breasts. He licked his lips, hands twitching, ready to touch you, but holding back. Situating himself even further into the mattress. 

"Well go on, show me what you were doin' before I walked in here."

You shook your head at him. 

"Do it. Or I won't touch you at all. Is that what you want? Do you want me to leave you here all hot and bothered? Or do you wanna come?"

"I wanna come." You whispered. So quiet it was a shock he even heard.

"Then go on. Show me." 

You closed your eyes and let your head fall back. Trying to escape into the marshmallowy mattress. And despite your reluctance, your fingers trailed down your stomach and reached your clit. Rubbing it a few times and falling on a circular pattern. Breath steadily moving your chest up and down, as you went to grab at your nipple with your other hand. Pinching it a little, trying to emulate what Daryl often liked to do to you.

"That's sure hot n' all, but it definitely ain't what you were doin' when I walked in."

You let out an unintentional sound at the thought of him watching. The thought of him being turned on by you touching yourself. You moved your hand even lower, middle finger dragging through your wetness and back up, spreading it onto your clit. Then dipping down again and inserting one digit. You swore you could hear Daryls breath hitch. You continued pumping in and out and soon added another finger.

"Look so pretty like this, all wet and needy." He said, his own hand finally making its way to your leg. Pushing you open so he could see you even better. "How's it feel?"

"Uh- It- It's ok," You grunted out, curling your fingers towards yourself, trying to focus on the end goal and not the way he was staring right into you.

"Relax your shoulders." He demanded, shifting around on the bed. "And breath." You did as he said, not realizing how tense you were. You stayed there with your eyes closed and your mind started drifting to thoughts about his own fingers instead. 

"I don't think it's working Daryl." You huffed as you slipped your fingers out, rubbing them both on your clit from side to side.

"It's workin' for me." He quipped. A hand now on your thigh, squeezing down on the muscle of your quad. 

Another tear escaped your eye with a shaky breath. What the actual fuck was wrong with you. 

"Aw baby, don't cry." He leaned over you, an adorable smirk plastered on his face, as he wiped the frustrated tear from your face. "Why don't you keep rubbing and I'll try and help you out, okay? I ain't gonna leave you here like this alright?" 

You nodded pathetically up at him. His dark hair falling into his eyes as he dipped down and placed a sweet kiss on your belly.

"Don't you fuckin' tease me Dixon I swear-" 

"-to fucking god, yeah, I know." He kissed downwards once more, closer to where your hands had come to a stop, right above your clit. "I didn't tell you to stop, did I?"

You whimpered. Absolutely aching for his beautiful eight inches to be filling up your cunt, destroying your cervix and making you cream all over him and those jeans he always kept half way on.

You kept rubbing fast circles onto your puffy nub. His own hand moved to your slit, startling you a little, at first. But as soon as he had three fingers, knuckle deep and fucking right into your sweet spot, you could barely form a cohesive thought. Just Him. His pretty blue eyes, his biceps flexing as he worked you into a writhing mess. His deep southern voice whispering a plethora of dirty little comments. One in particular, telling you to shut the fuck up before Rick walked in and caught you being a desperate little slut. It was working. Whatever he was doing was clearly working, because you could feel the extremely overdue orgasm starting to build. The familiar feeling of a knot forming in your stomach. Ready to unravel. 

"How are you so good at that?" You asked him through laboured breaths, involuntarily fucking yourself onto his hand. Not that he minded. His eyes were glossed over and locked in on what he was trying, and very much succeeding at doing. 

"You gonna come for me baby?" He ignored your question.

"Yeah I'm - Yes. yes." You would. At that pace you definitely would. He moved your hand out of the way and dipped down, pressing a hot open mouthed kiss to your clit. He huffed out a laugh against you at your reaction. Tightening around his fingers and letting out the most pathetic sob he'd heard all day. The vibration of his laugh sending you into orbit. He sucked on your clit as he curled his fingers, physically pulling the orgasm right out of you. Your head shot up off the mattress and your hands went right to his hair, keeping him held down, "Don't stop, Don't stop-" You moaned, feeling your core shake as you finally climaxed. The orgasm itself lasting a record breaking amount of time, until the tongue on your pussy was just too much and he pulled his fingers out, glistening white with your cum. 

"Think you made a little mess sunshine." He said, licking clean each of his fingers. The sight making your stomach do a backflip. You could feel the rest of your cum on the sheets below, all wet and gooey. You could already go again. Actually you needed to. Even though you had finally finished, you wanted him. To feel every thick inch of him fucking you into another mind blowing orgasm.

"You got one more in there for me?" He asked, as if reading your mind. Leaning himself back up and starting at his belt.

"Yes daddy." You clamped both hands onto your mouth. Why the fuck would you say that? His eyes got all big as he grinned at your response. 

He chuckled, "Y'know I won't make fun of you for that today, with you cryin' and all, but I hope you know I won’t forget that." 

You groaned. Knowing it would come back to bite you in the ass. "Please can we just-"

"I got it." He pushed you back down, settling between your legs. His cock seeming a lot more intimidating than you previously remembered. Standing proud in his hand as he jerked himself a few times, aligning himself between your legs. He pushed himself in, throwing his head back as he grunted. The pressure making you both moan.

"So fuckin' wet for me aren't you?"

"Yes, all for you Daryl, so fuckin' wet..." you trailed off, eyes rolling back into your skull. He fucked you hard and slow, drawing it out nice and long. He was so used to quickies in a car or in the basement of an abandoned house, that he'd forgotten what it felt like to actually fuck someone. To really experience it. And was he ever experiencing it. His pupils completely blown, watching you squirm on his cock. His shirt pushed half up his abdomen, hands gripping your thighs and positioning them wherever he wanted. As soon as he had them up and over his shoulders, that tight, burning sensation hit the sides of your nose, forcing a few more tears out of your pretty doe eyes. Out of pure pleasure this time instead of pain.

Eventually he moved both your legs to the side, contorting you into a twisted mess of sobs. Grabbing your face and forcing you to watch his pelvis slam against your asscheeks over and over. That's it. With the grip on your jaw, and his cock buried deep, you let out a raspy moan, tugging on the comforter until your knuckles were white, signalling you reaching your climax. You didn't even have to let him know. You let the feeling wash through your core as he fucked you through it. He pulled out quickly and shot thick white ropes onto your skin and the sheets below. Too far gone to care that you'd need a shower, even though you'd already taken one that morning.

"Fuck." You whispered, as he collapsed down next to you, pulling his boxers back up.

"Yeah..." He was out of breath, Just laying next to you, hand moving to tickle a pattern onto your knee. You grabbed the sheets, pulling them up and wiping off.

"Hand me that sweater, will you?"

He grabbed the oversized sweater off the ground, handing it to you, you slipped it over your head and climbed halfway over him, reaching into your bag and grabbing some clean boy shorts, slipping them on as well. Then collapsing right back next to Daryl. To rest your shaky legs.

"I told you, you aren't broken." He tickled your thigh, biting back a laugh as you smacked his shoulder. 

"God you're such an asshole." You chuckled along with him. 

"What's that baby? You think daddy's actin' like an asshole?'

Your smile dropped and you could almost feel the tears forming again. "You promised..."  He'd already forced a few too many emotions out of you for the day. You just didn't have it in you to take the jokes at your expense anymore.

"I'm sorry!" He put his hands up in surrender. "Seriously!" He smiled sweetly at you. You let him take your hand, pulling you up off the bed. "C'mon, let's go get you washed up. They're probably making' supper right now."

The entire time you ate, he kept grazing the bare skin of your thighs, toying with the hem of your sweater and glancing at you through his peripheral. It was a miracle that no one asked why you were blushing so hard.

[mommy-imagines]

PLEASE I NEED MORE BBY ITACHI AND DADDY KISAME W MOMMY HEADCANONS OHMYGOD THOSE WERE SO GOOD

Hello! Let’s see!

Itachi is very self-conscious at first. Kisame was his partner and he didn’t want the older man to stop respecting him;

Kisame, for his part, could never look at Itachi with anything other than utmost respect, he was well aware of how powerful his partner was; 

It took them Itachi falling hard into his headspace as they got back from a mission and Kisame being incapable of falling asleep without dreaming of dark eyes turning red and of a nukenin being overly caring for them to realize that there were feelings involved;

Mommy was the one to make it happen;

She invited Kisame for tea again, purposely leaving him alone with Itachi under the guise of having urgent Akatsuki business to attend;

She arrived back home to find Itachi fast asleep on the shinobi’s chest, Kisame looking down at the boy with wide eyes filled with careful fondness;

It started with a platonic relationship, but it quickly evolved into romantic feelings, eventually Itachi, Mommy and Kisame were in a relationship;

Kisame had to blink back tears (he wasn’t aware that he could produce any until that moment) the first time that Itachi called him Daddy;

He was giving Itachi a bath and making up silly stories and figures with the water when Itachi had turned very serious, saying that they were meant to be a family; 

Itachi was very much embarrassed the first time that Daddy had to change his wet nappy, but Daddy tickled his tummy and distracted him with silly voices and soon it was all over;

Itachi is definitely a spoiled little boy. Mommy and Daddy will arrive home with sweets and little gifts and baby always tears up when he sees it;

Itachi is, 100%, an emotional baby, he tried to ignore for so many years any and all types of vulnerabilities, that he’s honestly grateful for the opportunity of truly being himself;

Mommy and Daddy can never be mad at their baby, because even when Itachi tries to be mischievous he always ends up feeling guilty and admitting to his deeds (Mommy and Daddy are still working on teaching their little boy that it’s okay to be naughty sometimes and that no one will resent him for it);

Poor baby has nightmares :( He always ends up in the middle of Mommy and Daddy, both of them hugging him close and Mommy will always sing him a lullaby as Daddy gets up and fetches his stuffed bunny;

Itachi likes it best when Daddy will read him a story, doing all the voices and cooing at him, rubbing his socked feet, as he nurses from Mommy, it makes him feel connected to both of them and it makes him feel safe;

He only ever lets Mommy check his diaper in public if he’s hiding behind Daddy, Daddy is taller and broader than him, so Itachi feels protected;

Will whine if Daddy walks too fast when he’s being held, because then Mommy can’t pet his hair;

Absolutely freezes whenever he’s on a mission with Daddy and Daddy drops Mommy’s name, saying that she won’t be too happy to learn that Itachi isn’t eating right or getting enough sleep (will only fall asleep if Daddy cuddles him);

Finds very hot whenever Mommy terrorizes the other Akatsuki members, because all of the others are afraid of Mommy (including Daddy, but only when he forgets to do the dishes), but he can’t figure it out why? Because Mommy is always very gentle with him and never even raises her voice;

In the end, baby Itachi is just a very soft little boy who can’t handle raised voices, but will melt if offered sweet treats (never before bed though, baby goes on sugar induced highs way too easily and Mommy and Daddy would like for him to get some sleep at some point);

(Thank you @akatsukimommy for the late night chats about baby itachi)

[ziracona]

Ohmygod I want like all of ur headcanons they're all so good. Oml. Would it be okay if I settled on meg headcanons or Dwight & Jake hcs? God you write them so well it makes me so happy

Thank you so much! <3 I know you asked this like this morning, and sorry about that, but I had a lot of fun answering it. Ended up doing Meg. I’m not sure if you want general, or post-ILM so I just kinda did some of both? And got carreid away, haha, it’s gonna go mostly under a read more. :’-)

Meg’s mom did a great job taking care of her growing up. Meg had a hard time making and keeping friends, because she’s full of energy and passion and also very ADHD, so she has a big personality and will talk all the time about what she loves and is a whole lot (in a good way). But a lot of people growing up did not enjoy that about her. Meg wasn’t great at shutting up and acting or lying or falling into a role to get kids at her school to like her, and also just didn’t understand why the rest of them would do that, and didn’t mesh well. With each time she was not accepted, she got a little bit more bristly and ready to defend herself, and it kind of became a self-fulfilling prophecy. It wasn’t like she never had any friends, but she never had any close ones, and a lot of the ones she did have kind of dicked her over for someone else, or moved on, and that was rough. Plus, her dad left her when she was a baby, she was poor, she was loud, and she was Bi. This gave kids a whole lot to bully her for. And they sure did.

Meg’s a fighter, though, and didn’t take shit—she got into trouble a lot, and was mad, because (as y’all who’ve been in the American education system at least know) the faculty never cared if she’d shoved someone because they called her a slur, or said something shitty about her mom, or that she’d punched someone because they’d followed her out of school to say nasty things about her, or that someone else had shoved her, or poured something on her book, or provoked her first. Didn’t even care if it had been four on one, or a guy had come up and fake asked her out to make fun of her in front of his friends—didn’t care about any of what was being done to her, or that she’d just been defending herself. The worst they ever did was talk to the other students, and that just made them want revenge and didn’t stop jack shit. Because of that, she really started to resent faculty and got a huge rebellious streak. She used to get in trouble all the time, before joining track, at her mom’s suggestion. Then, finally, really for the first time ever, even if she didn’t have friends, she had a pack, and that was something. Team didn’t have to like her, they still worked together so they had some kind of a bond and couldn’t just flip, and their track teacher would care if things got nasty, because it lowered performance. Plus, she had natural talent, and a bunch of energy, so it was an ideal fit.

Childhood was all still pretty damn rough though. I wouldn’t say she was miserable all the time or anything, but she was constantly tired of it all. There were some good parts, though. And she had some casual friends she was pretty chill with. Even a kind of almost girlfriend her last two semesters (although that was not exactly the world’s most stable relationship either. Still, not all bad.) While she wasn’t ever tight with them, there were several people at school who thought she was really cool too, because not only would Meg always defend herself, she also was ready in a heartbeat to throw hands for anyone—especially someone weaker or smaller than herself—she saw getting shit from classmates. She was a roaming vigilante of school hall fury by 10th grade, and had earned a certain amount of respect and fear, and a pile of detentions and reprimands, and parent-teacher conferences where her mom chewed out teachers and staff for ignoring the parts of all this where her daughter was getting bullied. Meg used to actually love parent-teacher time, because she got to watch her mom rip people she hated apart, and it filled her with glee to have somebody else fight for her.

Even with school all sucking, Meg had a pretty good childhood basically exclusively because of her mom. Her mom had to raise a kid as a single parent when Meg’s dad abandoned them while Meg was still a baby, and it wasn’t easy. She worked full time when Meg was little as a postal worker. That was unsustainable, though, with how life was going and her wanting and needing to actually be physically present in her kid’s life, so she ended up finding employ as a ghostwriter, and switching to that. It was almost exclusively terrible and ridiculous romances she would get a fraction of the pay and no credit for when published, but Rachel Thomas found a way to make that funny and enjoyable both to herself, and her curious little daughter who would waddle up to her and ask all the time what Mommy was doing and to hear her stories. She would pick safe bits and read them as silly and funny as possible to amuse Meg and feel okay about what she was spending all her time on, and it worked. It made the work enjoyable, when otherwise it would have felt tiring and worthless. Rachel got to be happy with it instead.

She always worked super hard to give Meg a good life, even with very limited resources. She taught herself how to do things like use pencil dust to check for fingerprints when Meg was super into Nancy Drew books as a kid, and how to pick locks, and then taught them to Meg. Meg loved growing up in that house, because her mom was the best. She was always ready to hear about whatever fascinating new thing Meg had discovered, or to pick up a toy sword and go have an epic battle in the backyard as people they’d made up to be. She passed on a love of movies and music and dancing, too, and because she knew that life was rough for Meg, even as a young child, Rachel always went out of her way to make holidays huge productions. Got one really cool present that always had to do with whatever story Meg was the most into usually, and a lot of fun little ones to go with it, so she could open a whole pile of gifts even though the only one who was ever there to give her any presents was her mom. Meg kinda just grew up thinking of holidays like that because of her, and did as big productions for her mom too (to the best of her age-relative ability).

It was super hard on Meg when her mom got sick. I mean, I think it would be on anyone (who had a positive relationship with the parent, or probably even a neutral one), but she took it really hard. She’d been super excited about finally getting out of her hometown and going to college on a track scholarship she’d worked incredibly hard for, but then this had happened, and of course she’d come back to look after her mom. It was really awful though. She wasn’t sure if her mom would survive. At first, the situation had been like, go to college, or go home to help your mom get better, but she realized after a little while with a sinking feeling that it was starting to look like something else. Like give up on your one chance at being able to pay for college, or come home to watch your mom wither away and die while you can’t do a fucking thing to stop it. Her mom had always been a strong and fun and full of life person, so much like Meg herself, in a lot of ways, and she got sick so fast, and so bad. They even looked a lot alike—not just in biological features, but they kind of dressed similarly by nature, and Meg’s mom had also always kept her bright red hair long and liked it like that. Sometime when Meg was little, she’d called her mom’s hair a “fire mane,” older Meg could only assume because she’d been reading picture books about horses, and her mom had loved that and teasingly called it that forever after. The second night after she started chemo that her hair started to fall out, Meg got home to see her shaving her head in the bathroom, because it had been coming out in clumps she hadn’t been able to stand the way that felt. Meg felt heartbroken, and went over to join her and took the scissors on the sink and started to cut hers off too in solidarity, but her mom stopped her and begged her not to. Meg cried and told her she wanted to do it, and her mom comforted her and kissed her on the forehead and asked her to please keep it for her, so that when she got better, she could look at Meg’s as inspiration for what she wanted to get back to. Meg finally agreed, but it was really hard. Harder still to watch her getting weaker and weaker until she just couldn’t do any of the things she used to. And then one day her mom’s doctor had come back and told them he was sorry, but that treatment was failing. She could try a few experimental avenues, and there were people to contact, she could keep trying this in case there was a change, but that she probably only had another year at most to life.

It had been beyond devastating. Meg hadn’t known what to say. Or how to think or cope. She’d just walked out of the hospital feeling shellshocked. And when they’d gotten back in the car, her mom had asked her to pull over at a Wendy’s, and bought them both frostys, and Meg went through the motions, and parked in the lot. And when they were there, her mom had started to eat hers slowly with a spoon, and looked her in the eyes and said, “Don’t worry, Meg. I’ll get better. I promise.”

And Meg had looked up and seen she meant it somehow, even with what they’d just heard. And her mom had said, “You know me. I’m a fighter.” and that had been true, so Meg had sniffed and nodded and said, “Me too. We’ll try all the options.”

Her mom smiled at her and they ate their one dollar treats and went home to research, but Meg had still kind of believed it, because she always believed her mom. She’d had hope then, that she might not die. Even as the weeks went on and she got sicker. And then Meg went for the one jog she didn’t come back from.

Meg and Dwight were the first two to really band together. They survived a trial together and made it to the same fire, and Dwight just unloaded like a whole plan to start systematically picking up other people they met, and theorizing about leaving with them to make it to the same fire, and banding together to survive better, and Meg was kinda ‘no thoughts—head empty’ because she was exhausted from trying to outmaneuver the Nurse, and he was talking so fast and she hadn’t listened at all to the first few lines and now she was playing catchup, but she’d been like, “Oh. Worm I guess?” and agreed. Meg kinda thought Dwight was a pushy little dumbass, and he kinda was, but she also kinda liked him, and waaay faster than Jake did. Meg’s an extremely loyal person, so even though unhooking her and helping her out, or giving her a tool he knew she was better with than he was was just good strategy, Meg’s heart went “Friend saved me” and kinda kept it, so she didn’t mind “New friend is also annoying and full of himself and kind of a douche.” I don’t think she really noticed his change in behavior at first. Just one day like, a month after he’d started working hard to be less of an ass, she was sorting a new toolbox post-trial, and he paused by her and was like, “Hey! Great job in the trial today. Sorry I messed up your escape during that chase—I misjudged how fast he was and thought you’d have time to hide. You really saved us with that last-second chainsaw dodge getting the door open. –Oh here, I found these in a box and I’m still pretty shit at flashlights, but I saved them for you,” and gave her some batteries, and she was just like, “Cool. Thanks. And it’s fine—I almost tripped right over Claudette’s hiding spot yesterday.” and then when he was like halfway back to the fire she was just like WAIT A SECOND and sat bolt upright and stared at him and was like, Didn’t you used to be kind of pretentious and inconsiderate? When did this change??? And was never totally sure, but was pretty jazzed about it. She also remembers way less well than Jake, Ace, or Claudette that Dwight did used to be a loser. If someone else told her that she’d be like, “Oh yeah…huh.” but she’d never really think of it on her own.

This is kind of more a Dwight one than a Meg one, but one of the specific events that was a personal changing point for Dwight was back when it was just the OG four, before even Ace had joined, they had a hard trial with Trapper and Meg was really down. Everyone passed out before Dwight, because he was trying to plan and stayed up, and he noticed Meg having a nightmare and after a minute woke her up because she looked so scared, and she thanked him and then was quiet and just sat there, looking miserable. After about ten minutes he decided to ask if he could do anything to help, and she said she was afraid to go back to sleep, because she thought she might just pick up where she’d left off, and then hesitantly asked him if it was okay if she came over by him, because she thought it might help. He was super surprised, but said yes, and she came over and lay down beside him and leaned on his chest fell asleep. And it felt really nice that someone would seek him out for comfort, and trust him to watch over them. The first time they stayed at the same fire, she’d given him a look and said, “Promise not to come over here while I’m out if I take a nap?” and warned him she was a light sleeper, but she hadn’t even jokingly reminded him of anything like that now. She just trusted him. It made him want to be worthy of that and a lot more.

[ I want to do more bc I’m super into Meg rn, but my word count is shooting me dirty looks so ima do 2 real short post-ILM Meg and call it a night—happy to do more or your Jake-Dwight sometime though. <3 ]

Tapp helps Meg take courses and study up, and gets her certified as a PI, and she actually does really love it. They work cases for cheap for people who need help, and do it together, and it’s very rewarding. That’s not the most sustainable full-time job, but Tapp’s got a little money saved, and David’s…David. Plus, collectors will pay weird money for realm merch sometimes, and Min is…scarily. Worryingly good, even, at finding those people to sell to. So she also has a lot of time to do other things. She can’t exactly do track like she did, but she does long-distance runs for charity, and has fun, and gets to go visit her friends all the time. She loves being able to say she actually is a private detective, and feels like she’s come full circle from being the little her who loved Encyclopedia Brown and Nancy Drew and Agatha Christie books so much. She’s able to help her mom, too, so her mom is able to actually spend time writing the kinds of things she’d like to, for once, and Meg’s super happy for her and still spends a bunch of time with her, often her and Susie, who her mom took to really fast, together. Meg loves to ambush Susie with gifts when she’s working on stuff and make surprise visits to drop off a drink or something, and thrives on the embarrassed-happy Megggg look on her face if she pulls off flirting in public just right. Sometimes Susie will come with her and Tapp when they’re working to try to help, or just to spend time, especially for the like, long research parts of the job. Meg also makes sure they see Michael Tapp a lot, and that Tapp takes time off to do fun stuff with her and his other friends. She is still definitely trying to get him with her mom. Or Jane when Jane’s there. Or her mom and Jane. Sometimes Ace is in the mix when he’s there. And it all ain’t subtle. It’s rough out there being Meg’s even vaguely parental figure. :’-)

Like Tapp promised, he and Meg get a dog. A retired K9 whose handler died a few years ago, and been retired when that happened because it was old enough it had been set to retire that year or the next, and it took the loss of its handler very hard. With its handler gone, it was open to adoption from other force members or retired ones. It was an old dog that had been alone for a long time, still missing someone dead, so sad looking. Outlived his best friend. Tapp had checked the database on impulse alone when starting to work on honoring Meg’s request, and seen it, and wanted badly to take it home. He’d been kind of nervous asking Meg about getting it though, thinking she would want something that would live longer, but she’d jumped at the chance and been really happy. The German Shepherd had been named Partner, because that had been the sense of humor his handler had, and Meg thought it was cute, to always be saying, “Come on Partner,” to a dog. He had been really sad looking when they’d gone to pick him up. Lonely in the back of a pen, nose between his paws, watching people go by, and hesitant when they’d gone inside. Quiet, all the way to the car, and the whole drive home. Just sat in a seat, looking out the window, no matter how much Meg petted him or talked him, or Tapp did, and then they’d gotten home and taken him inside, to a bed and a food bowl and water dish, and he hesitantly ate, and then started to wag his tail a little. They took him out to the yard after to play and he finally got it, and it was like seeing a totally different animal. He got excited, and barked for the first time, and ran around pretty fast for an old dog and would come press his forehead against their legs while wagging his tail, like he was hugging them, in a way Meg had only seen dogs do a few times. He is now a very happy pup who likes to hop up on the couch and put his head in people’s laps and watch them lovingly while they watch tv, and sometimes puts the old skills to good use if he’s in the mood to walk around and lend aid to a case.

[kinkymagnus]

Imagine Magnus giving Alec a blowjob while Alec is at work. Like, Alec's just sitting at his desk, trying to look like the Serious and Professional Inquisitor that he Totally Is and Magnus is just hidden underneath his desk with Alec's dick in his mouth.

magnus kneeling at alec’s feet cockwarming him in his office??? stunning, gorgeous, amazing

alec pretends to be totally unaffected and professional, just doing paperwork like magnus isn’t even there, and magnus is just. kneeling there. alec’s nice and thick cock in his mouth. and he’s not allowed to suck alec’s dick, he’s not allowed to rub his clit or get himself off, he’s not allowed to move, really, just sit there and keep his boss’s (w ink!) cock warm like a good boy :) 

and alec just. acts unaffected. like magnus’s cheeks are flushed like he’s being a little slut (bonus! if he is naked! except maybe panties! alec is fully clothed, just his cock pulled out, and magnus is totally exposed and hidden under the desk) and it’s humiliating (in the good, hot, wonderful way) to be ignored like that

WAIT! i change my mind. not naked. well, naked. but with just a small pair of panties. and SHIBARI. keeping him nice and tied up for his boss :) knots perfectly placed to tease his nipples and his clit and his asshole :) every time he squirms even a little they all rub against his most sensitive places, especially his clit, and he’s so fucking wet he’s making a mess (alec, one of the rare times he gives magnus a little attention as he works--because he can’t resist, he has to touch and praise magnus sometimes--strokes his face and fondly calls him a messy little slut.) 

alec’s of course having a hard time, magnus is being so good for him and his mouth is so perfect and he wants nothing more than to put his fingers in magnus’s hair and then grab him and fuck his face, have magnus suck his cock, have him swallow it all, or cum on his face. 

but he can’t, that’s not the scene they’re doing, he’s denying both of them for now...

idk how i’d feel about them getting walked in on but i feel like that’s what you’re getting at so i’ll take a shot at it. 

some rando shadowhunter comes in to like, turn in a report. alec looks a little red and seems kinda twitchy and weird. they can’t see the high warlock currently all tied up nice and pretty in panties under the desk, wet and needy, lips stretched around alec’s cock. they notice alec’s acting a little weird but just sort of hand in the report and leave. meanwhile magnus is wetter at the thought of being caught (he knows he won’t be, i feel like there are failsafes in place, like a glamour that makes him invisible and like alec’s normally clothed with no dick out lfgkhjfgh) and alec is fighting the urge to fuck magnus even harder :)

of course eventually magnus will earn the orgasms he deserves and alec will pull him up from under there, maybe massage him and spoil him and tease him (yes the massage feels so good and he loves how alec is kissing him but ohMYGOD PLEASE FUCK ME, ALEXANDER--)_and get that soreness from kneeling for so long gone (he’d had a cushion or something so it wasn’t too bad, but still) and then he fucking bends him over his desk and fucks him silly

[sportsarenotoxygen]

GOM valentine’s HCs

some late gom+kuroko+momoi x reader (separately) valentine’s hcs that have probably been done to death before but i still wanted to write some so here! please enjoy!

akashi

akashi definitely shows how happy and grateful he is when he gets your chocolates. so much that he’s almost acting strange if you didn’t know him so well

(because he remembers all those days his mother tried to give his father love and never received any acknowledgement in return. he is not repeating that with you)

he’s super freaking happy and smothers you with kisses and cuddles

then he starts giving back

really giving back like he stays with you the whole day, is a complete gentleman (but more than usual because let’s be real he always is), more affectionate, really does not let you lift a finger

you: sei you know it’s okay, i can carry one bag

akashi: nonsense, it’s my thanks for those chocolates you made. which i absolutely loved by the way

you: you...you said that when you paid for lunch. and when you drove us to the park. and--

akashi: it’s my thanks. for the chocolates i loved. did i mention they were delicious--

you, blushing: ohmygod okay okay fine

midorima

if it’s your unlucky day, midorima’s gonna be watching your back and making this day as good as it could get because yes he believes in oha asa but he will not allow bad luck to ruin your day because he knows you’ve been working so hard to make this day good for the both of you

if it’s his unlucky day, he’s gonna be on edge maybe even entertaining thoughts of whether he should be near you so you’ll have to reassure him that all will be fine

you, over the phone: but i have to give you my gifts!!!!!

midorima: your chances of having a good day will be drastically lowered if i’m with you, so i’ll pick them up tomorrow, nanodayo

you: shintaro! dont! you! dare! think! you! could! ruin! my! day! you make my day so you better!!!! 

midorima: i’m sorry y/n, but i don’t want to risk it

you: well i guess i’ll just wait at the cafe by myself...with all these couples around me...

midorima, guilty: fine. but only for an hour

he’s got your lucky item ready and his own when he gets there

you don’t make a letter for him though, you merely just give a speech about every thing you love about him from his belief in oha asa, to the way he looks out for you, to his love for basketball, his manner of speech and everything else (yes right in that cafe. the elderly couple in the next table over are giving you such fond looks)

by the end of it, he’s a blushing mess and that’s what your goal was all along let’s be honest

aomine

he pretends to think valentine’s a really tacky and stupid day and how ‘theres no point giving anything on this particular day its just stupid’

so much so that you hesitate when giving your chocolates 

you hesitate so much so that he notices and now that he notices he feels slightly bad and tries to drop some hints 

you, reluctantly: it’s really...all in your face huh 

aomine, swearing at himself: it’s not too bad

but when you go the whole day without giving him anything he starts getting worried

aomine, thinking: crap did you think i meant all that

of course, if you actually got him nothing that’s fine too but he doesn’t want the reason you got him nothing was because he thinks it’s stupid

especially when he sees how you’re pointedly trying to ignore every other couple

so, just as you two are about to part ways, he goes

‘look, you know i didnt mean any of that stupid shit. i dont mind valentines chocolates or anything i was just being stupid’

he’s scared to look at you but when he does

youre giving him this shit-eating grin

you, smug: so you finally admit it huh

aomine: what the hell y/n

you reveal that you just wanted him to say all that and now that he has, you’ve won!

he’s half red because of frustration and half because of embarrassment but well

that’s one of the reasons he loves you ofc

kise, murasakibara, kuroko, momoi under the cut!

kise

patiently waits for his chocolates

patiently

but he has to wait hourrrrssss because he has a photoshoot that day which sucks because he’d wanted to stay over so he wouldn’t get caught with fans going over

and inevitably he does get caught by a bunch of fans and gets given loads of chocolates from them

but of course he’s waiting for yours

so he can’t wait until he meets up at your house and you greet him with a bright smile and his is equally as bright

he’s really not subtle at all

kise: hey hey y/n-cchi did you make me some chocolates?????? im really craving chocolates today!!!!!! chocolates you made!!!!! because i love you!!!!! (he had been too excited to realise mayyybe bringing over the chocolates his fans gave him would give the wrong impression so he hastily shoved them all under his coat at the last minute this boy)

you: you can just say you want some you know...i know its valentines 

when you give it to him he’s over the moon. he’s...very dramatic when he tastes them. like a lot

kise: THESE ARE SO GOOD Y/N-CCHI THE BEST CHOCOLATES IVE EATEN IN MY LIFE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH I LOVE YOU--

you, slightly worried: thanks. i think. you know if they’re bad you can just say so--

kise: NO THEY’RE GOOD I SWEAR I JUST

he’s crying tears of joy this silly boy

murasakibara

don’t go outside with this boy during valentine’s 

he will see all those chocolates and sweets and will need them

goodbye money 

you have to promise to buy them all when the clearance sales come out but you and murasakibara enjoy a day-in together maybe baking some sweets yourself because you know that he does actually like to bake despite how ‘lazy and unreluctant’ he seems

he unintentionally does the move where he kisses you and says ‘oh there was something on your face’ because there was genuinely something on your face and he does not realise what a cliche cheesy romance film move that is

you already have some sweets ready so he munches on them whilst you wait for the others to finish

and surprisingly, murasakibara gives you half of what you both made. its special because he usually just gives like...a quarter which is fair because your appetites are nowhere near the same let’s be honest

he does it because he vaguely recalls muro-chin saying something about how “valentine’s day is a special day for y/n-san” and slightly misinterprets it 

it’s a touching gesture coming from him of course

you gotta cherish it because once you two go buy those leftover sweets the next day...

kuroko

you know him well enough by now that you understand that despite how small his smile is, he’s smiling wide inside when you give him the vanilla milkshake you made and maji burger coupons you made/got

he asks for the recipe to make and even though you’re more than willing to tell it to him, he insists that you need to show it to him

you, explaining: so then you just add the rest of the--

kuroko: i apologise, i do not understand, y/n-san. can you please show it to me instead?

you: are you sure? i’m sure you can do it fine!!! here, i’ll write it down!!

kuroko: no, please. i am not confident in my ability. i will be more confident with you by my side 

you blush at his words because they are so genuinely truthful but also cheesy af

so, kinda like murasakibara, you guys make some vanilla milkshakes together

kuroko smiles a heck of a lot but it’s always when you’re back is turned whether it’s getting the ingredients from the cupboard or turning the blender on so you miSS A LOT OF BEAUTIFUL SMILES FROM THIS BOY 

but in the end you two make more than enough for the both of you so you have to store some for later

it only makes the memories last all the more

momoi

well its canon that shes not...great at cooking and that goes for baking 

and contrary to popular belief, she is aware of that fact (she just tries realllllly hard to deny it because her food tastes fine!!! maybe burnt or salty af but fine!!!)

so she tries this time

employing kagami to help her through saying dai-chan will do a one-on-one with him (its not true but. but she will get the redhaired boy to help her make these chocolates the best damn thing you’ve ever tasted or else)

its hard work (kagami thinks he’s worked harder than any basketball game ever)

but the work pays off and the chocolates taste..................good!!!!

momoi is sooooooo excited to give them to you (because of course she is she’s a romantic)

you on the other hand are searching on google for “how to eat food you don’t like” “how to not gag” “how to lie”

because you love love love momoi and do not want to hurt her feelings but h o w will you eat what she makes

so you get such a huge surprise when you anxiously bite into the chocolate and it’s.......

amazing 

and maybe it’s just your love for momoi making you really biased but damn it’s so good!!

momoi, worriedly because you haven’t really moved for a few minutes: is it good????

you: ...no--

momoi, panicking: *thinking* nononono but but kagami said it was good did he lie i am going to kill him ohmygodohmygod

you: it’s the best chocolates i’ve ever eaten

[bobasheebaby]

Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Pairing: Sienna x F!MC (Camila Maitland)

Words: 1,692

Warning: mutual pining, sexual tension

Summary: Chapter five’s baseball game with some pining and attraction thrown in. (Two days after Baking Away a Broken Heart)

A/N: I was screaming when we got the chance to kiss Sienna, but a laughing kiss? Time to turn it up a notch! It’s fast, but I was inspired, I may not have played any other chapters but I played this one twice! Some of the dialogue and actions come directly from chapter five of Open Heart.

Let me know if you want to be tagged in future Sienna x F!MC fics.

Disclaimer I own the sexual tension not the characters. 

Camila rolled in her bed, the touches and looks from two nights before still running through her head. She felt for Sienna, she was the kindest sweetest person she ever knew and she deserved better than a guy like Wayne. Cheating scum! Does he even realize what he threw away? Sienna’s words still played in her mind. The words themselves had ignited hope in her chest. She had been surprised that Sienna could be so hopeful when she had been hurt so badly in the same day. She rolled her arms over her head stretching. She finally allowed her eyes to open glancing at her clock. 10 AM? Ohmygod! I overslept! She throws off the covers and frantically pulled on her clothes, hopping on one foot. I can’t be late! Ohmygod! What good is it to have roommates if they allow you to oversleep?! Damnit! She became off balanced, overcorrects and falls to the floor. This is not what I need today! 

“Camila? Was that you? Are you okay?” Sienna’s lilting tone floats through the cracked door. 

They are still here? Wait what?

Sienna poked her head in the door, her eyes falling on Camila tangled in her clothes, one leg in her pants standing mostly bare only covered by her matching navy bra and underwear. Sienna’s face heats up, a light rosy blush painting her cheeks pink. “Why are you in such a rush, silly? It’s our day off, remember?” Sienna said stumbling over her words as she tried to cover the fact she liked the view she accidentally walked in on. 

Camila’s face turned deep red as Sienna’s hot gaze burned through her. How am I ever going to go slow if she keeps looking at me like that? “You’re right! Wow, I almost forgot what a weekend was like.” She replied, trying to act casual as she stood nearly naked in front of the woman who made her stomach flutter and heart skip a beat.

“Elijah was talking about all of us going to a baseball game to unwind. Wanna come?” Sienna ask forcing herself to advert her eyes from Camila’s perfectly toned, tan body. 

“Sure! I’ve always wanted to get on the Jumbotron!” Camila replied, very aware of her state of undress. She might have felt a chill from the air if it weren’t for Sienna’s presence, acutely aware of her eyes taking in her form. 

“Oh yea? Then you better look the part!” Sienna replied cheerfully. Stop thinking about how she’s practically naked! 

“I think I have just the thing!” Camila said searching through her closet, very aware of Sienna’s presence still in her room. She quickly threw on pair of white cut off jean shorts, her button up Nighthawks jersey, and tucked a pair of sunglasses into the neckline of her shirt. Sure to be bright. 

“The cameras will love you.” Sienna gushed. 

“You think so?” Camila asked, blushing once more at Sienna’s words. Get it together she just got out of a crappy relationship! 

“You’re definitely gonna draw some attention.” Sienna replied. Everyone will be looking at you and I will pretend not to be completely jealous. Why couldn’t I have seen the truth sooner?

“As long as I’m getting the right kind of attention...” Yours. Your attention is the only attention that matters. Camila brushed her shoulder against Sienna’s as she walked past her to leave the room. 

***

The group arrived at the stadium, finding it overflowing with fans. “Isn’t this great? No lives depending on us. No residents breathing down our neck.” Elijah said cheerfully. 

“It’s nice to just be ourselves.” Camila replied sneaking a glance at Sienna. Even if I have to cover my feelings. At least there is good food, fresh air and good company if I have to pretend to only be her friend. 

“Let’s hit the concessions stands before the first pitch! Camila, what do you want to eat?” Sienna questioned, her chestnut eyes locking on Camila’s sky blue. 

So much for pretending. Camila felt the heat rise up in her. “Hmmm…” What’s the least attractive? Maybe that will make it easier. “A giant plate of nachos.”

“Yesss. You’d better be sharing!” Elijah responded a hopeful gleam in his eyes.

“You’re gonna have to fight me for them.” Camila retorted a daring gleam in her sky blue eyes. I don’t share food. 

“Oh, I’m ready!” Elijah replied.

“Do you want anything to drink?” Sienna questioned, her arm grazing against Camila’s sending shockwaves coursing through her. 

Alcohol. I’m gonna need loads of alcohol to get through today if you’re gonna be that close. Camila’s heart pounded in her chest at the gentle touch, a light sweat on her brow from the sun shining down on them. On second thought alcohol isn’t a good idea in the heat and I might do something I’ll regret later if I drink too much. “A frozen lemonade!” Cool and refreshing. 

“Good idea. It’s gonna get hot in the sun.” And being this close to you. Sienna replied, blushing at her thought. 

The cashier slid her drink across the counter, Camila tried a spoonful of the tart-sweet slushie. “That’ll keep me refreshed.” But maybe not too cool. Her body bumped against Sienna’s again. It’s gonna be a long day of keeping my feelings in check. 

Elijah led the way to their seats, right by the home plate dugout. Wow I’m impressed. “These are great seats, Elijah!” Camila stated taking her seat, her breath catching in her chest as Sienna took the seat next to hers, her arm touching hers on the arm rest. Such a long day. The butterflies in her stomach felt like they were multiplying at every accidental touch. 

“Right? The Boston Nighthawks are playing their archrivals the Manhattan Stingrays. These guys absolutely hate each other.” Elijah replied excitedly. “Gotta be close to fully appreciate the bloodbath.”

Camila leaned back in her seat trying to immerse herself in the game and ignore the butterflies in her stomach as the games ceremonial pitch went off without a hitch. She watched the Stingrays’ lead-off hitter step up to the plate trying to keep her mind off of Sienna’s flowery perfume that engulfed her senses. 

“Boooooo!” Camila and Elijah shouted simultaneously.

“We gotta be loud for Cuaron’s at bat. He’s batting .316 this year.” Elijah stated.

“And he’s at 10.2 W.A.R. with a league-leading O.B.P.” Camila replied easily. 

“You know your stuff. Glad I’ve got someone to dork out with.” Elijah said.

“Dork away, Elijah. My dad and I watched the games all the time. I know my stuff.” Camila responded finally starting to feel some ease the first time all day. “How long have you been a fan?” 

“Since always. Playing catch with my dad was one of the few athletic pursuits I got pretty good at.” Elijah answered.

Camila continued to eat her nachos and tried to ignore the way Sienna’s glances kept lighting her soul on fire. By the third inning, the Stingrays have built up a two-run lead. The Nighthawks manager walked out of the dug out to the mound. 

“What can they possibly be talking about for so long? They’re just throwing a ball around.” Landry asked sinking in his chair bored. 

“That’s where you’re wrong, Lando. Baseball’s all strategy.” Elijah replied as Camila let out a gasp of surprise. She blushed as she heard Sienna giggle at her side, her arm brushing hers as she covered her mouth. 

“Strategy?” Landry asked surprised, sitting up intrigued.

“Each team plays 162 games a year. Hundreds of at-bats, thousands of pitches. Every one studied and analyzed.” Elijah answered. “Every moment of a baseball game is calculated. Strengths, weaknesses, trajectories, cost efficiency. Infinite statistics.”

“I… do love statistics.” Landry said, a new interest in the game.

Camila had to bite back a laugh. She tried to enjoy the game, but her mind kept wandering to the adorable brunette next to her, electric jolts flowing through her body at each graze of their arms. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ignore the heat settling in her core with each touch. 

During a mid-inning break, the Jumbotron showed a kiss cam, framing random fans with pink hearts. Not us! I don’t know if I could handle it if it landed on us. Couples in the crowd kiss when shown, prompting cheers. 

“Aww, how sweet.” Sienna said.

“Pffft. Stupid.” Jackie replied.

Camila looked up at the screen, laughing as her heart raced. Her heart stopped in her chest as it suddenly showed her framed in the heart with her Sienna. “Ohmygod. It’s me.” She gasped in surprise. Her heart thundered as she turned to Sienna to see her reaction, filled with both fear and excitement. 

“Ah, um, only if you want to!” Sienna stuttered blushing. Please want to… 

Do I want to? God yes I want to. Camila’s fingers curled over the armrest, squeezing tightly till her knuckles turned white as she slowly leaned in. Her lips met Sienna’s in a slow soft kiss, sparks shooting through her as her eyes fluttered closed. Her grip on the armrest softened as she felt Sienna respond to the kiss. She vaguely heard hoots and hollers coming from the crowd around her. The people around them faded away as Sienna’s hand found its way into her hair. Finally when the need for air is too great they break, Sienna is blushing deeply as they part. 

“Wow, that was the best kiss I had in awhile.” Sienna said breathlessly.

Camila’s heart both soared and broke at Sienna’s praise. How shitty of a boyfriend was Wayne? Her heart kept pounding in her chest as she sat back in her seat. How can I keep my feelings in check after that? 

Sienna blinked, the feeling of Camila’s lips on hers still there. Her mind and heart raced. I knew I liked her but is it fair to her to jump right in? She felt so confused, she knew she liked Camila, but she didn’t want her to feel like she was only a rebound. One thing was clear from that kiss, they were more than just friends… 

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[gallantlio]

Im back at it again with the plotless promptis fics.

Bear with me, I havent had a lot of good ideas, but I think after this I might try a multi-chapter fic. (Probably wont stop me from writing this bs, because sometimes you just wanna write a oneshot, yknow?)

Sorry if it kinda sucks, I just wanted to write something to try to bring my motivation back.

Title: Sleepy Eyes Filled With Flashing Colors Rating: G Warnings: N/A Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14174535 Summary: Noctis and Prompto watch a horror movie together, and they act kinda gay in the process.

“C’mon Prom, this one’s not even that scary.”

“Says you. Horror movies don’t scare you at all.”

“But this one’s actually good. I think you’ll like it for the plot.”

“I’d rather watch it when I’m not going to sleep right after, and also preferably not when it’s already really dark out.”

“You’re no fun.”

Noctis proceeds to play the movie anyway. He knows Prompto has been interested in seeing the movie, but he also knows that he’ll never watch it unless he’s not alone. He sits down on the couch next to Prompto, shoving a bowl of popcorn in his lap. Prompto gives him a look that is dangerously close to a pout.

“What? You’ve been wanting to see it. If we don’t watch it now, then who knows how long it’ll be until you do.”

He sighs, “Why do you do this to me?”

Noct laughs. “Shh, it’s starting.”

The opening scene starts out seemingly harmless, but Prompto finds himself inching closer to Noctis from the anticipation.

The woman in the movie starts walking to the backroom to turn out the lights, and suddenly a black figure appears in the room with her.

“What the fuck?” Prompto says.

She turns the lights back on to check if anyone is there and doesn’t find anyone else in the room with her.

Prompto jumps and grabs Noct’s arm when she turns the lights back off and finds the dark figure standing closer to her than before. Noctis seems unaffected by the jump-scare, and instead just giggles at his boyfriend’s jumpiness.

“I hate you.”

Throughout the next scene, Prompto finds himself half hugging Noctis while hiding behind him, involuntarily jumping at certain parts.

“Holy shit, she just killed him…?”

“Mhm.”

“What the fuck even is she? How does she appear in the dark like that?”

“Just watch.”

Prompto relaxes against the couch, or really tries to. They just sit together silently watching the movie for a while, but because Noctis has seen it before, he starts to become less engaged in the story. He reaches for the bowl, still in Prompto’s lap, and starts boredly eating some popcorn. Prompto hasn’t really touched any yet, probably because he’s just that into the movie.

Noctis looks at him. He doesn’t seem to notice, which is unsurprising.

He has a funny look on his face, like he’s trying to focus on what’s happening on the screen, but at the same time seems almost afraid to. It’s almost one in the morning, so his eyes look tired. If he wasn’t watching a horror movie, Noctis is sure that Prompto would nearly be passed out by now.

He realizes that he should probably continue watching the movie, but he’d rather watch Prompto reacting to it. He just really likes his face; Prompto’s face is pleasing to look at, and he can’t help staring at him sometimes. Noctis especially loves his freckles. He could look at them for hours trying to find patterns in them, connecting them with an imaginary line using his mind’s eye.

His eyes scan over Prompto’s, which have become bloodshot from fatigue. If he catches himself staring at his eyes for long enough, he’ll notice the tiny reflection of the TV screen in them, multiple colors flashing shiny over a violet base.

Noctis suddenly feels like getting his attention. He takes a piece of popcorn and throws it in Prompto’s face, just slightly startling him. He glares at Noct.

“Want some popcorn?” Noctis smirks.

Prompto proceeds to grab a small handful of popcorn just to chuck it in the prince’s face.

Noct pouts.

“Yeah, I’ll have some.” He takes another handful of popcorn, and this time he actually

eats it. Noctis catches the pieces that don’t quite make it into his mouth.

“Don’t make a giant mess. We won’t wanna clean it.” He giggles.

The blonde boy just laughs, struggling to chew all of the popcorn. Noctis pulls him closer, plants a kiss on his boyfriend’s jaw, and lets him continue watching the movie.

After several calm minutes, Noctis feels himself getting tired.

They had reached a point where there were less scary scenes and more development of the actual plot. He wants to rest his head against Prompto’s shoulder, but considering how jumpy he is, it might not be as comfortable as he’d like. He decides to lie down next to Prompto instead. He rests his eyes, while still listening to the movie.

Once another scary scene commences, he doesn’t have to look at the screen or even bother listening to know, because he can feel Prompto’s involuntary jumps.

“You’re really jumpy.” He teases.

“Because it’s spooky, Noct. Stop attacking me.” He grabs Noct’s shirt, which indicates to Noctis that another part of the intense scene is happening.

He hears Prompto mutter curse words under his breath, and opens his eyes to glance at the TV. They finally got to the last big scene of the movie.

At this point, Noctis is almost falling asleep, with Prompto’s comments being the only thing keeping him somewhat aware of what’s going on in the movie.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What the fuck, was she in there with him the whole time?!? Holy shit!! ”

Noctis shifts a bit, glancing at the scene, and then closing his eyes again.

“Nooct…” Prompto whined.

“Hm?” Noctis, sleepily, responds.

“It’s scary. ”

Noctis would laugh at him, but he’s too tired for that.

“C’mere.” He reaches for his boyfriend’s shoulders and pulls him down to let him lie on his chest. Prompto repositions himself so he can comfortably see the screen.

Something happens on screen again, and he feels Prompto jump again from the loud noise, and possibly from something that popped up on the screen.

“What the fuck, I can’t believe he did that . Ohmygod, ohmygod. ” Prompto hides his face in Noct’s neck. “Is the movie almost done, yet?”

“Almost.” He shakes the shoulder Prompto is leaning against. “Watch it.”

As the movie comes to an end, Prompto becomes significantly calmer. Noctis actually feels the tension leave his body. The credits finally roll as he starts rubbing circles into Prompto’s back.

“What’d you think of it?”

“I guess I liked it. That was an interesting ending. I think I would have enjoyed it more if we watched it during the day, though.”

“You’re just a scaredy-cat.”

“You wanna fight me?” Prompto asks, with almost no emotion.

“Never.”

They lie there for a few minutes, ignoring the credits. Prompto moves to tuck his head under Noct’s neck and tangle their legs together. The taller boy feels along the couch for the remote, and turns the TV off.

“You should go take your contacts out.” Noctis comments.

“Too lazy.” He says, “I’m comfortable.”

“Too bad.” Noct sits up and Prompto groans in response. “You’re gonna end up falling asleep with them in.”

“But the hallway is dark.” He whines. “Come with me.”

“What? You afraid Diana’s gonna come out of the dark and get you?”

Prompto punches Noct’s shoulder.

“You know I hate the dark anyway.”

Noct pushes his boyfriend up off the couch, and follows him to the bathroom. Prompto feels the wall and quickly turns on the light when he finds the lightswitch. He washes his hands, opens his contact lense case, which he dropped off next to the sink earlier in the day, and he begins the process of taking his contacts out.

Noctis leans against the doorframe, and watches him expertly use two fingers to pinch the contact to take it out.

“How do you do that everyday?”

Prompto shrugs. “You get used to it.”

When he starts cleaning his contacts, Noctis remembers how tired he is. He goes into the bedroom and dives under the covers. He’s vaguely aware that he’s taking up most of the bed, but he figures Prompto can just move him when he comes in.

He’s almost asleep when he hears the door closing. The lamp on his desk gets turned off, leaving the nightlight, in the wall next to the bed, the only light source. Prompto climbs over his body to lie between him and the wall. He grabs Noct’s arm and wraps it around himself.

“I’m not gonna be able to fall asleep now, and it’s all your fault.” He whispers, already sounding on the verge of falling asleep.

“You’re silly.” Noct slurs. “Just go to sleep. I’ll keep you safe from the monsters.”

“You better.”

The arm around Prompto tightens as Noct shifts to get more comfortable, his head resting against his boyfriend’s shoulder.

He’s really tired, and he knows it’s the kind where you feel so exhausted that it’s almost difficult to fall asleep. They should have started the movie earlier, but he wanted to finish playing the new Assassin’s Creed game with Prompto first.

He unconsciously starts rubbing the edge of Prompto’s other shoulder with his thumb. When he finally thinks he’s about to fall asleep, he hears a whisper.

“Hey, Noct?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

He feels him kiss his forehead, which isn’t really a kiss because Prompto’s so tired that his lips are mostly slack against his skin. But it’s the thought that counts.

He passes out right when he begins to feel rhythmic breathing from the body next to him.

[suit-lady]

Risky Confessions.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: This is a request from my love, Nat, aka @peterfuckinparker​, based off the song Lay it on Me by Vance Joy. Alternatively, Tom realizes his feelings for an old friend and lets the alcohol do the talking.

Warnings: Swears, alcohol, Tom becomes drunk in this, angst

Words: 2685

A/N: Okay, I love this song so fucking much. If you haven’t listened to it, please do. Everything about it is so good ohmygod. Also Nat I am so sorry this took so long,,, but here it is! Finally! Also, I love this?? It’s probably one of my favorites that I’ve done so I really hope you love it too! xoxo

Moscato. It was always moscato when Tom came by yours for a drink. Every time, you’d bring out your fancy glasses as if you had some sort of surprise for him, but you would bring out the same old moscato, the same tried-and-true brand you’d been drinking since uni. He’d roll his eyes, you would laugh, and then two of you would drink the night away, talking about nothing and everything until you had to walk Tom out of the building and into a taxicab.

This night, he thought, would be no different. He knocked on the door to your apartment and checked his watch. At ten minutes to eight, he was a tad early, but you’d never minded the extra time. He heard you shout something on the other side of the door, and a smile played on his lips. He imagined that you were probably half done brushing your teeth or your trousers were half on and were rushing to finish up so you wouldn’t keep him waiting.

“Take your time, love!” he called back to you.

What he hadn’t counted on, however, was being away from you for so long had made him realize he felt so much more for you. He’d realized at some point on some plane ride that he hadn’t been able to get you off his mind for nearly sixteen days. In confusion, he turned all his thoughts to you until the why? that was racing in his mind would finally settle. He finally settled on the fact that he loved you, that he has loved you, probably since that one time you hung out on his rooftop until four a.m. when you were sixteen and young and stupid. He still remembered what the smile on your face had looked like when you watched the sunrise together.

The door swung open, and—had you always sparkled like that before? “Hi Tom! Come on in!”

He stuttered some sort of hello, cursing himself for being nervous, and followed you into the flat. Since he’d last been there, you’d moved things around and changed a few decorations, but the same couch was still there, the that he’d gotten drunk on too many times to count. A contented smile spread across his features; this was gonna be just like old times. He followed you into the kitchen, where you usually started the night before relaxing on that same old sofa.

You look at him with that smile he’s seen a hundred times before. Smiling back, he tries to ignore the feelings of his cheeks heating up. Why had he never noticed how gorgeous you were before? Teasingly, you walked over to your cabinet and reached up to pull out two highballs. You set them on the table without Tom paying any attention to you. Rolling your eyes, you pulled out a bottle of Jameson and set it on the counter.

Tom’s eyes widened. “Trying to get me wasted, (Y/N)?”

“No, silly! I wanted to make a special toast,” you said as you stifled a chuckle.

As you poured the whiskey into the highballs, Tom asked, “What’s the special occasion?” You gave him a look as you handed him his glass. “What? Should I know?”

“To Spider-Man: Homecoming being a smashing success!” you said, clinking your glass to his.

After downing the shot, he gave you a sheepish grin. “Oh.”

“Oh,” you repeated, rolling your eyes.

Tom poured you both another drink, raised his glass, and toasted, “To lifelong friends!” And wishing they were more.

“To lifelong friends!” you said, flashing Tom a smile that made him melt and clinking your glass to his.

You turned around to grab glasses for wine. Rubbing his hands on his jeans, he looked around your apartment again. He’d been here a numberless amount of times before, yet he couldn’t stop his heart from beating like crazy. As he poured himself another shot—to calm his nerves, he took a deep breath. This alcohol was gonna turn him into a mess incredibly fast if his heart rate didn’t calm down.

It only took him two glasses of wine to start slurring his words. Though he could usually down almost a whole bottle of wine on his own, you chalked it up to the whiskey working faster than wine. He was talking some kind of gibberish about Infinity War, and you were just nodding along, pretending to know exactly what he was talking about and swearing you’d forget what he said every time he told you, “Shit, I wasn’t supposed to tell you that.” Sprawled out on one end of the couch, looking at you with those deep brown eyes, he looked incredibly attractive. You kept averting your eyes, doing your best not to stare.

Then, he surprised you. In a voice nearly stone cold sober, he asked you, “Can I be real with you, just for a minute?”

Raising an eyebrow, you replied, “Of course, Tom. What’s up?”

“Look,” he said, setting his glass down. He seemed to be struggling for words. “I don’t think I can hide this anymore.”

You set your glass down as well. Moving his legs off the couch, you sat closer to him. The scent of alcohol was strong on his breath; he was absolutely wasted. Honestly, you weren’t sure if he’d remember a word of your conversation in the morning. You looked deep into his eyes, saying nothing.

“(Y/N)…” He took your face in his hands. “Who am I kidding trying to hide it anyway? It sure as fuck isn’t me.”

He leaned in closer, your lips mere centimeters apart. Suddenly so close, your breath caught in your throat, and butterflies erupted in your stomach. You could see every shade of brown in his gorgeous irises. Though his pupils were larger than usual, you couldn’t remember a time when you’d seen his eyes like this. They were incredibly captivating, and you couldn’t bring yourself to look away, despite the deep blush rising in your cheeks.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

Before you could respond, he closed the distance between your lips. Your hands found their way into his luscious curls, and you pulled him as close to you as possible. Backed by years of pent-up feelings, the passion in the kiss was absolutely incredible. It was better than you’d dreamed it to be a thousand times over. Breathing heavily, you both backed off.

“I think I’ve loved you since we were fifteen, (Y/N). That night when you told me that my eyes were more lovely than the night sky. Back then, I couldn’t think of anything to say because I was too busy falling in love with you. I’ve only just recently come to terms with it, and I’m so sorry I didn’t see it sooner…but… I love you, (Y/N).”

You didn’t realize, but you’d started crying. “I love you too, Tom,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Then, you were kissing again, grabbing at each other because you just couldn’t get close enough. He pushed you flat against the couch and leaned over you, using one hand to steady himself and the other to both support your head and to push your mouth closer to his. As the kiss deepened, you ran your fingers down his back and pulled him down against you, closer, closer. Your head was spinning; was this actually finally happening?

Then, suddenly, nothing but air. You sat up in confusion to find Tom across the room, pacing back and forth. Just quiet enough that you couldn’t make out the words, he muttered something over and over again. You went over to him, putting a hand gently on his shoulder.

“I shouldn’t have, I shouldn’t have…” He turned to look at you. There were tears in his eyes. “Oh, (Y/N), I’m so sorry.”

You looked at him, confusion painting your features. “What are you talking about?”

“The alcohol… I… I took advantage of you… I’m so sorry.”

You felt your heart drop. Nausea flooded your body. As you opened your mouth to say something, he shook his head. He brushed past you to find his shoes, sitting on the floor to put them on.

“Will you let me walk you outside?” you asked, your mouth feeling dry as cotton.

“Sure, of course.”

You fell into the usual routine even though your whole body was numb. In the fridge, you had Gatorade in his favorite flavour. You’d tell him at least four times to drink the whole thing before he went to bed even though you knew he wouldn’t. Before you went back into the other room, back to Tom, you scribbled a note and folded it up.

“Ready?” you asked as you slipped on a pair of shoes that you’d put by the door earlier.

“Yeah,” he replied, standing.

You didn’t look at each other as you walked down the stairs. If you met his eyes, you knew the tears you were holding back would bubble over. Had he really not meant it? Did he use the alcohol as a trick to see if you’d kiss him back? Your heart ached like it never had before.

You hailed a taxicab as Tom leaned against you, the alcohol hitting him in a second wave. As all the excitement winded down, the drunkenness was taking over again. You hugged him goodbye and snuck the note in his pocket without him noticing. Telling him to drink every drop, you gave him the Gatorade and watched the taxicab pull away before heading back upstairs.

You didn’t even bother taking off your civilian clothes before getting into bed. Pulling the covers over your head and clutching a pillow to your chest, you cried and cried. Tom had kissed you, after all these years, he’d kissed you, and you’d kissed back. Finally, you thought that everything was going to be as you’d dreamed it to be. But he regretted it. Tom regretted kissing you.

You fell asleep before Tom made it home for the first time since you’d become friends. When he didn’t receive a text from you after he awkwardly stumbled through the door, he figured that you were getting ready for bed. He put his phone on the charger and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth, wondering if you’d say anything about the kiss. As he looked at himself in the mirror, he scowled and scrubbed at his teeth with anger at himself. How the fuck could he do that to you?

Of course he let himself get wasted. Of course he took the first fucking opportunity he had to dump all his feelings on you. You’d kissed back out of pity, or because of the wine—probably both, and something had made him realize he’d fucked up. After all this time, he’d ruined his friendship with you. He wished he could take it back, but he knew this wasn’t something that you both could just walk away from.

He removed all his clothes save his boxers, leaving them in a pile on the floor before falling into bed. On his nightstand, the Gatorade sat unopened, just like every other time. He figured that this might be the last time you ever gave him that advice. After staring at it for what felt like an hour, he sat up and downed the whole thing. He nearly gagged at the taste; he probably should have waited to brush his teeth. Shrugging, he flopped back down onto the bed, forgetting to check if you’d replied before falling asleep.

The next morning, sunlight drifted lazily through Tom’s window, gently waking him. He sat up with a quizzical air. For some reason, he woke up with barely a hint of a hangover. His eyes fell onto the empty bottle on his side table. (Y/N). For all these years, you’d only had his best interest in mind.

(Y/N)!

He checked his phone for a message, but he had no notifications. For the first time since he’d started coming over to your place, you hadn’t texted him goodnight. He’d either royally fucked up even worse than he thought he had, or something was wrong. As he tried to think of some apologetic good morning that didn’t make him off to be an asshole, he picked his clothes off the floor from the night before. He noticed a slip of paper fall out of the pocket of his jacket and bent to pick it up. Immediately, he recognized your handwriting.

This may be stupid judging by how you’re leaving my flat right now, but I’ve loved you since that night on your rooftop too, maybe even before then. I’m sorry.

Tom felt all the blood run out of his face and his knees go weak. While he was blaming your kissing back on the alcohol, you’d actually been returning his feelings. He put on the clothes he’d just picked up, caring not about the lingering scent of alcohol. Before he left, however, he did brush his teeth, painfully aware of the aftertaste the Gatorade had left in his mouth. He rushed out to his car as fast as he could, driving back to your apartment faster than he should have. When he pulled up, he didn’t bother messaging you because he figured you wouldn’t answer.

He pulled out his keys and let himself into the apartment. When you’d moved in, they’d given you and extra key that you’d given to Tom. You’d told him that he was the best when it came to emergencies. Rolling his eyes at his past self, he wondered how he hadn’t seen how perfect you were back then.

He carefully shut the door behind him and removed his shoes. As he tiptoed through the flat, he realized that you hadn’t woken up yet. He found you in your bed, still in yesterday’s clothes, still curled up and clinging to your pillow. Under his breath, Tom cursed himself. You were like this, and it was his fault.

He pulled the covers back and dropped his jacket on the floor. Gently, slowly, he got in bed with you and snuggled up to you. He draped an arm around your waist and pulled you close. As you came in contact with his body, he felt you relax. He sighed, peppering your hair with kisses. This is how last night should have ended.

He watched the sunlight filter through your curtains as you breathed softly beside him. As he lazily ran his fingers back and forth across your arm, he wondered how long you’d lied awake. He hoped you’d fallen asleep quickly. After what he’d stupidly done to you, he hoped you’d tried to forget it rather than focus on it.

Eventually, you began to stir. He felt you stiffen and relaxed his grip on you. After you took in your surroundings a little, you turned over to look at him. Your eyes widened.

“Tom?”

“Good morning, (Y/N).”

“What’re you—”

“Nope, I get to talk first. (Y/N), I’m so sorry about last night. I love you, I do, I’m in love with you. I realized it when I was travelling somewhere for press. I’ve loved you since we were teenagers; I just never admitted it to myself until recently. I just… I’m so sorry that I let the whiskey talk for me. I got so scared that I’d pressured you and that you’d kissed back because you’d been drinking too and weren’t thinking straight and… I’m so sorry, (Y/N).”

“I love you too,” you whispered. “I forgive you.”

The kisses that followed were slow and sweet, but they were so unbelievably passionate that you could feel yourself shaking. Between every kiss, Tom told you he loved you, over and over again, and you told him you loved him too as many times as he’d let you. You were tangled up in the sheets and in each other, and you couldn’t imagine anything better. Finally, all the pieces of the puzzle were falling into place, and he fit perfectly into you, and you perfectly into him, just like you’d always known you would.

 Fin.

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[loveinthebones]

ohmygod that 2012 angst fic aaah :(( if you still want to will you write 19? because now i need something sweet and good because fuck, you broke my heart ❤️

I’m glad you liked it!

Tags: Established relationship, fluff, 2017! Phan, Gamingmas

Number 19: Things you said when we were the happiest we ever were

You’re trying to watch the screen, truly.

It shouldn’t be as hard as it was but you’ve learned overthe years that if there’s anything that can break your concentration, it’s him- especially when he’s being a clumsyoaf and way too adorable for you to even try to articulate how your chestexpands with affection and an unwavering loyalty that lies just beneath thesurface of your annoyed façade.

(You’ve only justopened up your mouth about why there’s that bond. This month has been aboutslowly letting them see but only enough…justenough to cement the idea that he is beside you in your life.

“Trust…otherwise theother two are pointless.” holds a heavy weight in your heart because he hasproven over and over again that he wants the best for you, will push you towant the best for yourself, and fuck,you love him so much.)

You would do anything for him…but that doesn’t mean you givein to that inclination without a fight.

He’s still in his camera persona, even though there’s a noteof sincere horror and dread, and you can’t help the laughter that rattles yourbones because he’s still clutching the dark controllers with the ridiculousglowing balls and his eyes are still seeing a reality that is not the one thatis your temporary flat while you wait for that lovely little house with thewraparound balcony to be ready for you two to stroll around in-

Your thumbs brush your pulsing temples as you answer himthat yes, the present is, indeed, ruined.

His voice drops intoanother (lower), “Oh, no…” and youstand because while he isn’t too bothered by it, you know that he had wanted totake the silly little decorations up North for his mum to giggle at and stealfor next year.

The plaid under your fingers is cozily warm from his skinand his hair tickles your nose as you lean down to press your lips right abovehis ear, ignoring the chilly plastic of the VR set against you, as you gentlytug the ear bud from his ear.

“Oh, dear.” You mumble and Phil immediately tilts his headback, bumping your shoulder. “You’re just too bootylicious.”

“I hate you,” He responds without hesitation, dropping thecontroller to reach out for you blindly. “You’re the worst person.”

“Says you-” There’s a searing heat scorching your sternumthat you know well and it correlates directly with how much you want to kissPhil right at this second. “-C’mere, you twat.”

You rip the headset off and toss it on the couch without acare as you lift his chin and connect your lips.

Phil hums- the action tickling your skin, vibrating yournerves as well as his vocal cords- and slides his tongue past your lips andteeth.

Sneaky bastard.

You can’t help but shuffle closer- smoothing your thumb overthe collar of that shirt that never fails to make you want to fall to your kneesand blow him until he can barely remember his own fucking name- whenthere’s the soft scratch of leather.

You smile and lean your forehead against your husband’s,chuckling.

“What happened to being careful?” You tease quietly as youtrail your fingers across the necklace until you can flick his wedding band.

“It’s doesn’t matter,” He covers your hand with his own. “Doesit?”

(Even after all thewords exchanged about the slow process of shedding the things tied to that darkpart of your life, that “brand”…he still worries that you will try and distanceyourself from him again.

You know without adoubt that if you asked, he would let you with pained eyes and a supportive smileeven as the symbol of the promise you made hangs around his neck.)

“It doesn’t.” You agree and kiss him again. “They won’t knowuntil we’re ready… but I’m not trying to hide everything anymore.”

Phil beams, tongue flashing teasingly, before he reachesdown to the crushed present and exhales heavily. “You’re still the worse.”

“What did I do?!”

“You smacked me in the face, Danny. Threw me off my game.”

“Don’t blame this on me!” You groan and you can’t help but smilea bit wider because you are happy- so, so happy.

(It’s taken years toget here so you will savor every last bit- including the creases around Phil’seyes and that silly, endearing smile.)

“I love you,” You breath, reaching for the present andpushing against the bent wire inside experimentally. “I think you may have toaccept they’re gone, sweetheart.”

“I love you, too, but please try and fix them?”

(Definitely that smile.)