#okay I'm tired of typing on my phone. I'm gonna go

[cuteniarose]

Do not underestimate the power of OCs. I literally managed to trick myself into caring about a character I previously hated because my brain found parallels between her and an OC that makes me insane. It CAN and WILL happen to you

[haydenthewitch]

can you imagine

buck is doing his whole "i'm baking becuse i want to call him" thing but for eddie. becuse it's like 4 am in texas right now and buck KNOWS eddie is probably sleeping but he misses eddie and they haven't talked on the phone for like 2 weeks becuse they are on oppistes firehouse scedules (eddie's on shift when buck's off and vice versa) and buck keeps thinking of calling him at in-oppurtune times. and he obvpusly doesn't want to bother eddie a ton, like, he doesn't want to be super needy (even though he IS needy for eddie). and so he bakes.

and it's super late, and he's had a shit day, and he misses eddie and it HURTS like a cracked tooth. and so he decidceds to make some cookies. He has some cookie dough in the fridge, (that he made not to bake but to EAT SADLY in it's un-baked form) and he rolls them out into balls and places them on a tray. This is the same cookie recipie for the ones he baked for eddie before eddie left, and that just makes him want to call again. he feels like all hus bones are lead, hes barely stumbling through the very simple steps, limbs tired. and just as he puts his cookies into the oven, his wrist accedntly touches the oven door.

"Motherfucker!" buck exlaims as he pulls it away. He shuts the oven door, hit's start on the timer, and them promptly bursts into tears. it's one of those "everything is going wrong and today is a terrible horrible no good very bad day" type cry. it's childish and simple.

just then, his phone rings. He jumps when he relizes that it's eddie's ring tone- scrambling to pick it up. To just hear his voice. It's a little pathetic, Buck thinks. like everything else about tonight.

"Hey buck, i didn't wake you, did i?" eddie's voice comes through the phone. A new wave of tears wells up in buck's eyes.

"...hey eddie." Buck snuffles.

"Are you okay???" eddie's asked, overwhelmingly alarmed.

"I just burned myself," Buck says. "i'm gonna be fine. it just hurts." His phone buzzes again, eddie requesting a face time call. He accepts it.

"Lemme see." eddie insists, and buck does just that, flipping the camera and showing eddie the burn on his wrist. "Okay, it's not bad. probably a first degree burn. It's going to be okay buck." and... fuck.

the thing is, buck is also a firefighter. He knew the burn was superficial. He knew that he was going to be fine. Eddie didn't have to tell him that... but he did. From anyone else, Buck might actualy take offense. But he knew that eddie wasn't being condesending. Eddie was reassuring buck, like he always did becuse he cared about buck. and from eddie, it did actualy make buck feel better, honestly. His words were like a soothing balm for buck's soul. (FUCK, he's so gone for this man. If eddie never wanted him buck might actualy stop dating forever. No one can take care of him like eddie can, and it wouldn't be fair to any other partner buck might have, considering how he would always be eddie's.)

"Do you still have that first aid kit in the house?" Eddie asks.

"Mhm." Buck says. He sniffles again, but he's not realy crying anymore.

"Okay, good. Go get it." Eddie tells him, in that calm dad tone he always uses, and buck feels safe. They go on like that, eddie telling him what to do and genuintly reassuring him, buck following instructions and letting eddie's prescense wash over himself.

when they are finaly done, and buck is all bandaged up and eating the cookies he went through so much trouble for, he finaly gets it in his head to ask, "Uh... eddie? what were you calling for in the first place? isn't it super late in texas?"

Eddie pulls a face, like he doesn't like the anser, like he's tasted something rotten. "I had a feeling that something bad was happening to you. something in my chest. I was hyping myself up to face you laughing at me, but when you picked up you were crying, so..."

"You had a feeling?" Buck says, a little smile creeping onto his face. "or was it maybe.... a premnition?"

eddie groaned. "Don't do that to me buck. or i'll call you every hour of every day at any twinge of anxiety that you are doing something stupid or reckless."

"I wouldn't mind..." Buck says, and it comes off way more soft than he ment it. "i've kinda missed you, eddie. any exuse to get to talk to you is a win in my books."

"I missed you too, buck."

(they eventualy get a system going where eddie will just text buck 🔮 (becuse he's getting a premnition) and buck will respond back with whatever he's doing and a reassurance that he's okay. sometimes selfies. about a month in, buck is the one to text eddie a 🔮? and ever since then it's a mutual check up between them. even when eddie and chris come back to LA, they keep the system going, and it just becomes another thing about buck-and-eddie.)

[pomefioredove]

@hxney-lemcn said more cater fics and I am here 2 deliver ✌️✌️

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ friends kiss, too

type of post: short fic characters: cater additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, friends 2 lovers ON TOP! a little making out

Every time Cater drags you through one of these things, you ask yourself why you let him, and every time, the answer is the same: he's your best friend, and you love him.

It's the very same reason you let him spam you with texts and annoy you with surprise selfies. It's the reason you rarely hang out with anyone else, because you know it makes him jealous, though he'd never admit that.

It's the reason you're here, now, awake in your room well past curfew.

Despite the threat of a Housewarden who would flay you alive if he caught you and Cater sneaking around in the dead hours of the night, your bestie was absolutely insistent on this all-nighter.

It's a trend on Magicam, he said, and he had, of course, pouted and whined like a sad puppy until you agreed to "support him" by keeping him awake.

By two in the morning, you were more bored than tired.

"Pass. Pass," Cater says, swiping through dating profiles on his phone. "Hm... no, pass."

You sigh and slump against the headboard of your bed. "You've said that word so many times, it doesn't sound real anymore,"

"Ughhhh. Is Sage's Island where hotties go to die? I just want a cute holiday romance!" he exclaims. "Think of the pics!"

You roll your eyes. You'd heard that exact string of words probably ten times in the past few days.

"You can't date someone just for couple photo ops,"

Cater pouts. "Oh, yes I can. I specify "nothing serious" on my profile! It's not like I'm lying!"

Another eye-roll. He's technically right, as always, which just makes you even more annoyed.

But you don't want to get into an argument about the morality of flings right now.

"And it's cold out. Who am I gonna hold when it gets even colder? It's cuffing season, hon,"

Something about the way he says that bothers you. You try not to think about it so much.

"Well, you'll always have me," you tease.

Cater giggles, and sets his phone down on the bed, a subtle way of showing you that you have his full attention now. "Oh? What's this? Sounds like you're offering,"

"Not what I meant," you counter. "I'm your bestie, not your bae."

"Boooo. What are you, a nun? Friends cuddle all the time,"

Again, he's right. He likes being right, and you can see that on him now, too. He has that competitive glow on his face.

You smile. "Sure, sure, but we all know that cuddling isn't what you're looking for,"

Cater gasps, feigning offense with a hand placed delicately over his heart. "I am not that easy! I'm starting to think you really do want me all to yourself,"

If anything, it's the other way around. Since befriending him at the start of the school year, you'd always had the feeling that he took up all your time on purpose. But you don't say that.

"Besides," he goes on. "There are a lot of things that besties can do that are perfectly friend-like. The segregation of romantic and platonic is a totally oppressive amatonormative structure, anyway."

You roll your eyes. "You have got to stop reading those infographics. Do you even know what any of those words mean?"

"Not the point! I'm saying that there's lots of cute stuff we can do while remaining besties,"

He's very enthusiastic about this. You can't tell if it's his penchant for being right, or something more.

"Pfft. Okay. So, what, friends can kiss?"

"Obviously," Cater crosses his arms over his chest, giving you that smug look of his. "Friends kiss, too."

"Then prove it,"

The words that had you had been holding in the back of your mouth for the past few minutes escape before your brain can stop them.

Even Cater, who's never surprised, pales a little.

Your mouth opens, then closes, then opens, again without your thoughts offering any support.

"I didn't mean-"

"Okay,"

You blink. Something hot and cold at the same time runs through your body- adrenaline, anxiety, maybe it's just your own blood heating up at the way Cater leans closer, cupping your face in his hand, his fingers curled under your jaw and thumb gently brushing against your cheek.

His hands are kinda sweaty. You don't really mind, and even if you did, it wouldn't have mattered, because his lips are now sweetly pressing against yours.

You fit together quite nicely. As if he was just meant to kiss you.

It's hard not to think about everything all at once; his warm hand moving to cup your chin and hold you close to him, his hair brushing against your face, the way his lips still linger with spice from whatever he'd eaten earlier...

It's not perfect. But it's him, which is close enough.

Cater pulls away, his breath dancing across your lips, but he gives you no time to recover before he's closer, kissing you again with a sort of heat that matched the taste of his mouth.

He holds your face in both hands, shamelessly pinning you against the headboard and sitting in your lap as if he belonged there, always.

Minutes go by. Maybe hours. You wouldn't have noticed, or cared, either way. When you finally part from one another, it's felt like years.

You feel like an entirely different person. As if the world had ended and begun again in the six minutes you had been kissing him.

Cater sits atop your thighs, panting, his face redder than his Housewarden's hair, that of which would have flayed you both if he were to catch you like this.

Luckily, it's just the two of you.

"See?" Cater finally mumbles, dismounting you and scooting back to where he left his phone. "Platonic."

You're too breathless to argue.

You suppose you'll let him be right again.

[iamthatonefangirl]

miss possessive part 3 - nsfw congressman bucky barnes

okay so forgive me i know nothing about how it works to be elected for congress i apologize

also just pretend that Bucky's assistant is like lowkey his campaign manager ok please humor me.

part 1

part 2

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nothing could have prepared you for the utter chaos that would come when you got the news.

he's been elected.

everyone in the office is running around. the constant ringing of phones continues to fill the room, people are loudly talking over each other, trying to celebrate and stay on task at the same time. 

it's insanity, really.

right now, you feel like you're going crazier than anyone else. you have to coordinate everyone, make sure things are getting done, and you're scrambling for time. 

Bucky has to give a speech tonight that you have to prep him for, accompany him to, and you've barely even finished making the arrangements for the press and the location and the timing and where the hell is Bucky?

you're just trying to keep up, let alone remind yourself that you're going to be jobless after this. 

you're on the phone, still on hold, all while typing out your formal thank-you note to go out to the donors. 

amongst all the chatter and everyone continually bothering you, you were getting fed up of sitting at your desk. so when you found Bucky's office empty, you figured it's a relatively quiet spot. you can finally get some work done, and no one will look for you here. perfect.

when the person on the other line finally takes you off hold, Bucky opens the door and walks in. you mouth sorry to him for having taken up his desk, and try to make your phone discussion as short as possible.

he's standing there, on the other side of the desk, watching you with a small smirk on his face. you can't help but smile back at him while you continue to talk, maintaining the intense eye contact you've held since he entered. 

fuck, he looks good. hands in his pockets, hair slicked back, wearing that navy blue suit that makes his shoulders look broad and his waist look snatched as fuck. 

the past months have been insanely stressful, both of you working long hours, all of it leading up to today. yet it's been utter bliss getting to spend every minute with him, getting to sleep in his bed on nights you work way too late and are too tired to drive home. 

you finally hang up the phone and sigh in exhaustion, leaning back into his chair and rubbing your forehead. "fuck, who knew it would be this crazy when it finally happened?" you comment. 

"I just can't believe it happened," he admits to you, still standing there, still looking so delectable. 

you look back up at him. "of course it happened. you deserve this." 

he can see the tiredness in your smile, the way the stress has been following you around all day. he knows you're both going to be here late tonight, even after he gives his acceptance speech this evening. 

he watches as you prepare to stand from his chair, shutting your laptop. "sorry for stealing your office, my desk-" you begin, but he interrupts, walking around the desk and standing in front of you.

"where do you think you're going?" he teases. 

"uh, my desk," you quip back. what's he getting at...  

"nope. you're not going anywhere," he smiles, gently urging you to sit back in the chair. you do, but begin to protest, "Bucky, I have so much-" 

your words catch in your throat as you watch him get down on his knees in front of you. 

it's probably the hottest thing you've ever seen, but you have so much work, you can't do this here, not now-

"Bucky," you gasp as he begins to run his hands up your thighs, under your pencil skirt. "I'm so busy, and we're literally in the office, and..." you trail off as he begins to put his mouth on the inside of your thighs.

you try to protest some more, but he tells you off. 

"you gonna keep whining, or are you gonna let me make you feel good?" 

you feel lightheaded in only the best way. you nod. this is so reckless, and so unlike you, but fuck if you don't love the sight of him on his knees in front of you. 

you let him lift your hips as he rolls the skirt up just high enough to expose your entire lower half, still in awe of how strong he is, how easily he can move you without even trying. 

you feel him run his thumb up and down the wet spot on your underwear. you can't even feel embarrassed at how quickly he turned you into a drenched mess because you know he loves it. 

"that's it, that's right," he coos as you lean back in the chair, letting your eyes shut. "just relax for me." 

if you had told yourself when you first started this job that you would end up sitting in your boss' chair, with said boss about to eat you out in said chair, you wouldn't have believed it. you'd have called yourself delusional. and yet, here you are. 

you watch him use both hands to peel your panties down to your ankles before diving in. 

fuck, his tongue is exquisite. 

this is so wrong. you have so much to do. you can hear the people outside buzzing around the office, trying to get things done for you and for him, and you're in here doing this?

you don't care.

you run your hands through his hair, gripping tightly as you grind your hips against his face. in this moment, screw everything else. it's just you and him. 

the five o'clock shadow on his face does nothing but work you up even more. you lean into the feeling, letting go of all the stress, and reminding yourself of the good things, like Bucky's mouth between your legs. 

you're probably suffocating him, you realize, and force yourself to get a grip, letting go of his hair to give him room to breathe. 

he pulls back. "nah, baby, come on-"

"don't want you to asphyxiate," you pant.

"fucking hell, baby, want you to take what you need." 

no way you're saying no to that.

you lace your fingers back in his hair, interlocking them at the back of his head, and you do exactly as he told you. 

you're probably a fucking sight right now, rutting against his face like there's no tomorrow, but god it feels so good. 

he loves when you finally let loose, letting go of all inhibition to let him get you off. 

"that's right, baby, come on," he encourages, pulling back for just a minute, replacing his mouth with his fingers. "look at me."

with all the strength you can muster, you look down at him, eyes surely black with lust for him. god, his face is soaked. you let out a groan at the sight. 

"you're gonna come like this, with my mouth on you, then I'm gonna bend you over my desk, got it?"

he doesn't give you the chance to respond before his tongue is back on you, and it doesn't take much longer. your mind goes fuzzy, cotton in your ears, and you're willing it, just waiting for the drop–

you exhale deeply when it finally happens, and you let him work you through it until you twitch from overstimulation.

a moment passes where you finally catch your breath, and then he’s picking you up by the hips and seating you on the desk. your hands come to his shoulders lazily as he manhandles you, not even opening your eyes, too engulfed in the aftermath of the pleasure he's just drawn from you. 

you suppose he forgot about bending you over the desk, because he’s facing you and pulling you in to kiss him as he unbuckles his belt and pushes your legs apart with his hips. 

“you okay, baby?” he asks. 

you nod your head, eyes still shut, smiling. he chuckles. “there you go. that’s what I like to see, all fucked out 'cause of me, isn���t that right, pretty girl?”

you nod as he brings his hand to your face, cradling your head and running his thumb over the faded scar on your forehead before bringing his lips to press a light kiss to it.

you know he still feels terrible about the accident, even months later. you remind him as often as you can that it’s not his fault, shit happens. he makes sure to remind you every day how beautiful you are, scar or no scar. 

and then he’s stretching you out on his dick, making you moan out wantonly. 

he begins rambling in your ear as you cling to him, barely able to listen to his words with the feeling of him fucking you on his desk.

“this is all I’m gonna be thinking about tonight, baby,” he begins. “gonna be at that podium… reading whatever fuck-ass words on the teleprompter… thinking about you, baby,” he says, rubbing his hand over the scar again. his words are messy and breathy as he tries to get them out, but it’s music to your ears, listening to him as he takes you apart, only for him. 

“love you so much, don’t know what I’d do without you,” he whispers. you lift your head from his shoulder and press your lips messily to his. there’s little coordination, and you’re too busy moaning out into the room, barely making any effort to actually kiss him, but it’s perfect. with him, it’s always perfect. 

“love you,” you whine as you get closer. “so… much… love you.”

“gonna let me fill you up, baby?” 

the fog in your head lifts for a moment as you remember where you are. you shake your head. “not now… later,” you urge him. “later, Bucky, promise.” 

he nods, and you dig your nails into his shoulders as you clamp down on him, reaching your peak. 

he pulls out only moments before he comes, making a mess all over his hands. 

you breathe heavily, leaning back on the desk, resting your weight on your palms as he cleans the both of you up. 

your eyes barely open to look up at the clock. fuck, you just lost so much time.

“Bucky, fuck, I have so much to do–” you begin, but he cuts you off with his lips on yours. 

“I know, baby. I know. but just think, tonight, after my speech, we’ll come back here and do this all over again, yeah?”

you nod. the night ahead is guaranteed to be the busiest one yet, but you know he’ll make good on his promise regardless. he’d do anything for you.

~~~

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jungkook has been looking over revisions for the past three hours. the promotion was more exciting when he worked for it... now, he feels way too overworked and honestly? for what?

the truth is, he only chased after the promotion because he knew it would be something you'd be proud of him for doing. you've always been the type to chase after things greater than yourself and wished for jungkook to do the same. well, this is it. this is jungkook doing just that for you. he hopes you can see it. he hopes you know it.

currently, he feels like his eyeballs might roll out of his head. he's bored and might lose his mind if he goes through one more slide (he has at least 200 slides left). irritated, he pushes away from his desk and stands up.

he stretches, trying to wake himself up a little more. then, he stares at the view from his office window.

the city is beautiful but he would much rather be looking at you.

suddenly, as if the angels heard him, his phone rings.

it's you.

he picks up immediately.

"hello?"

he doesn't know why, but he feels nervous. you never call. you always text or facetime... a call? what the fuck could be going on?

"hi... are you busy?" you ask, a little quiet. you sound tired.

he raises an eyebrow. "uhh... what's up? everything okay?"

a small laugh escapes your lips. "yeah. why? do i sound—"

"a little sad," he cuts you off, concerned. "___, what's wrong?"

you stay silent for a moment.

"nothing.”

he doesn’t believe you until he hears you sigh in relief.

continuing, you vent; "i just... i think i'm just stressed. i don't know. i wanted a break and suddenly i picked up my phone and called you. s-sorry. i... you're probably busy with the new promotion and—"

"i'm not that busy—"

like perfect timing, jungkook's office line interrupts. "mr. jeon, your 2pm meeting is being pushed back so you have time for lunch today."

jungkook clears his throat and thanks his assistant.

"new assistant?" you ask, letting curiosity get the best of you. "she pretty?"

"she's fired if you want."

"shut up!" you laugh. "i could care less—"

"oh, you care..." jungkook smirks. "hey, i'm glad you called. you can always call. i'm here for you when you need.. i don't want you to think anything else."

"okay.." is all you say.

jungkook takes a deep breath in. "did you eat today?"

"i ate. did you?"

"been busy—"

"you said you weren't busy!"

"hey, i'm not the lawyer!"

"still... i... listen, i'll let you go. i should probably get back to work or something—"

jungkook panics. "i'm cancelling my 2pm."

"what?"

"y-yeah... i'm looking at their revisions and i haven't even gotten through half of it. it's also shit so i'm just gonna tell them to redo everything. will i be the most hated boss? we'll find out."

on the other end of the line, you snicker.

"you can't blow off work."

"i can."

".... c-can i confess something?"

jungkook gulps, feeling sick to his stomach.

"what?"

you fidget with your fingers, unsure if you should continue.

"honey, what is it?" jungkook asks softly. "whatever it is... i'm here for you. you know that."

"i... uhm... i called because i was stressed..."

"... yeah?"

"jungkook," you pause, biting your bottom lip. is it too much to say this? at the same time... it's not like he has ever denied you anything. you might as well... "i need to relieve some stress. like, i need to focus on something that isn't work or our son. you know what i mean? everything is fine, honest! i just... i want to be focused on something and be present. i feel like i've been mindless for a hot minute... i just... look, if you're going home... is it okay if i come over? can i suck your dick or something?"

jungkook rushes home.

he changes his bedsheets and runs a quick shower. it's not like he needed to put in this much effort (it's literally the bare minimum) but it's the first time in a long time where you needed him. having sex and initiating was more so 50/50; but this was different. you need him.

he's your relief.

and also... it's a little funny, is it not? it's only 2pm on a random wednesday and you need him.

when you arrive, jungkook takes a few deep breaths before opening the door. his studio apartment is definitely smaller than your place (aka the place you two shared for 4 years), but it's okay. it's only temporary. he knows in his heart that he'll be back home with you in no time. this afternoon proves exactly that...

if today you need him for his body and tomorrow you need his heart; he'd give it.

"wow... i hate this already." you take a minute to laugh at yourself. you feel so beyond stupid and embarrassed... it's practically indescribable. though you and jungkook fool around and have always had an active sex life... right now felt different. right now felt... weird? but if it was ever going to feel weird; at least it's with him.

before you even step foot inside his place, you're turning your heel. "you know what? i should... uhm, this was stupid. sorry—"

jungkook grabs your arm and pulls you inside.

you stay still as he leans towards you face. he pokes your cheek and chuckles. "come on, honey. i said i'd be here for you. let me be here for you."

squinting at him, you move his finger off your face. "you just want your dick sucked."

"you offered," he snorts. "so pull through."

in hindsight, jungkook should've been more prepared than this.

but he isn't.

he fights to urge to spill himself all over your pretty hands every time you pump his cock. it's toe-curling the way you drag your wrist up and down. he throws his head back so much, it's beginning to get sore. leaving him with no option but to fucking watch you give him the most life changing blowjob of his life.

"are you okay?" you ask, batting your eyelashes at him. "you look stressed."

"i am stressed."

"what? why—"

"no! f-fuck, don't stop." he growls, not liking the way you suddenly stop. you purse your lips, catching on that he just feels edged out.

already?

... okay.

you continue to pump him, gripping on the base of his cock and moving your way up. his skin is so soft yet he's so hard. like... so fucking hard you know for a fact you don't want to fuck him right now. it'd hurt too much.

"you're so hard already," you utter under your breath. "and i swear to god, it's like your dick gets bigger every time i see it."

"i love you more every time i see you that's why."

"damn," you hiss. "can you... just let me do this? i wanna focus on... wanna focus on—"

"shut up."

you laugh, reaching up to place a kiss on his lips. he leans forward, gladly meeting your lips. when you pull away, you plop yourself in a more exact position in front of him. jungkook feels his balls get heavy as you kneel, part his legs, and begin to tie your hair up.

he helps you.

gathering your hair, you give him your hair tie. he quickly ties your hair before leaning back and trying to catch one last good breath.

he fails.

his breath hitches as you kiss his tip.

"w-wait—"

you don't.

you lick his length, dragging your tongue down to his base. there, you suck his balls and use your hands to pump. jungkook gulps, watching you do this. he doesn't know what to do. usually, he's really into it but there's something different about right now.

right now, he's in a trance.

he's mesmorized at how much your touch changes all the chemistry in his body. saying you send electricity throughout his body is an understatement. butterflies don't mean a damn thing either. it's captivating and everything but sweet.

it feels twisted in his stomach. it feels like he's on the edge on a cliff and the only way he can ease his fear is by jumping off.

he has to give in and let his body react to you.

he has to let you have this and from the looks of it (and feel of it); you've giving him everything you've got.

just then, you snap jungkook out of his thoughts as you attempt to take him inside your mouth. you make an effort to look up, eyes teary from holding in your gag. he's so big. there's no other way to explain it and there's no way you're going to stop thinking it.

he's so fucking big.

like what other choice do you have but to slobber all over it? you just have to. not to mention, he always tastes good. his cum, yes, but just his dick in general... is that weird? who cares.

jungkook's dick barely fits in your mouth. but you try to make it work. you want him—all of him. as you bob your head, easing your way to his full length, jungkook lets out a loud moan.

you look up and see his chest rising and falling. his abdomen twitches and so does his dick. you like the way he looks right now. as you suck, his breathing intensifies. soon, he's panting and you're near gagging.

you take a moment to catch your breath.

pulling away, your hands continue the show. jungkook brings his attention back to your hands and watches as the tip of his cock turns angry. god, it's getting bigger?

you practically drool.

jungkook leans over and wipes the access saliva around your lips. then, he shoves his thumb into your mouth. happily, you suck on it. bobbing your head, shutting your eyes, and letting out little moans; jungkook feels like he's losing his mind.

you look so fucking pretty.

when he takes his thumb out, you dive back to his dick. this time, he holds you by the back of your neck and guides you through it. jungkook pushes your head slowly but surely. then, he stops moving it. he keeps it in place as he lifts his hips and rolls them.

before you know it, he's fucking your mouth.

rolling your eyes back, jungkook moans at the sight. of course you're taking it like a slut. of course you're enjoying it too.

"you like this, huh? you like having your face fucked?" jungkook hisses in between breathy pants.

you gag in response.

jungkook pulls his dick out and slaps your mouth with it. his veiny member feels so good against your lips. you want it back in your mouth.

"answer me."

"mhmm," you whimper. "i like it so much. put it back in—mmhph—"

"fuck yes," he shoves his cock back into your mouth. "so pretty, honey. the absolute prettiest."

suddenly, he lets you go. it's then that you take the liberty to give it everything you've got.

you twirl your tongue around his tip, suck his length in every way possible. your hands pump to compliment your oral skills and jungkook can't help but think he's the luckiest man on earth.

then, it happens.

you feel his dick twitch. he instantly thrusts himself more aggressively to chase the climax. you behave and take it. then, squirts of his cum escape his tip. he cries, pulls out of your mouth, and aims at your face.

you shut your eyes, feeling his cum hit your cheeks and lips.

he lets out a moan of relief.

after a moment passes, you get up from your position and sit on his lap. wrapping your legs around him, he offers you a tired smile. then, he lifts his hands to wipe his cum off your face. opening your mouth, he gives it to you like icing.

you swallow and he feels like he might need a fucking minute.

then, you let out a little giggle when you notice how sweaty he is. you push his hair back and begin to laugh.

"w-what?" he worries. "why are you laughing at me?"

"you're sweating? as if you did any work—"

"i was literally fucking your face!"

"yeah but you're not the one that's gonna have sore cheeks for like three days or bruised knees!"

he shuts up.

you roll your eyes at him and continue to play with his hair. you feel his dick calm down under you. thank god. that fucking beast is scary when you're not in the mood...

"what time is it?" you ask, breaking the silence and breathing in the smell of sin.

jungkook shrugs. "dunno. also don't wanna move. stay like this with me."

you huff. "should i take my panties off or something?"

"why?"

"wanna cockwarm me?"

seriously...

he just might be the luckiest man on earth.

jungkook clears his throat as you straighten up your posture. "wait, i'll just put my panties to the side like this—ahh, mmhmm... y-yeah. like this.... feels good."

by now, jungkook's soft cock is inside you.

you like the feeling and so does he.

suddenly, you rest your head of his shoulder. he wraps his arms around you and holds you. kissing the side of your head, he asks; "you feeling better? relieved?"

"mhmm."

"good." jungkook tightens his lips, as he brings his hands to your hair. he runs them through and you take a deep breath in. you like the way he feels right now... so intimate.

"hey... did we talk a lot during sex?" he asks.

"don't remember."

"oh, okay..." jungkook looks around his studio apartment and suddenly feels embarrassed at how messy it is. "can i come with you to pick zion up today?"

"sure."

jungkook tightens his hold on you. you laugh and tell him it's too tight. he stops squeezing you and asks for a kiss. you give it to him. against your lips, he mummbles; "am i talking too much? i think i'm nervous or something—"

"then shut up."

"hey—"

you pull away and cup his cheeks.

"i feel your dick rising inside me. i don't have the energy for round two. either make the boner go away or i'll get off."

jungkook gulps. then, he shuts his eyes and thinks of every possible un-sexy thing ever... and it works. his dick softens again and you thank him with a kiss. jungkook takes his chance and intertwines your fingers together. you let him do so and his heart soars. something about him being inside you makes you feel so whole. there’s no denying that… and you love it, really. you love him, truly.

for a few more moments, you two stay like this.

you two are together.

[saeun]

"i fucking give up," satoru complains, throwing himself on your bed.

"get off my bed?" you complain, throwing the chips at him.

not only was he uninvited, he also messed up your freshly made bed with clean sheets. surely he isn't going to force you into a therapist, right..?

"don't tell me what to do," he speaks, voice muffled as he's face down on the bed, "it's your fault i'm like this anyway."

you pay no mind to him, tossing your phone onto the bed before you go to the bathroom.

"yeah, yeah. i'm the big bad wolf."

satoru turns his head to face your direction. the side of his face's squished, enhancing his pout. ever since he had that dream he's been like this. it's always some fucking dream and never something that happens in real life. to say he's tired is a severe understatement and just disrespectful.

technically, this entire ordeal is his fault — but technically, you're the one who's at major fault! it's not his fault he caught feelings for you which was against the conditions you laid out. it's also not his fault you're exactly his type. totally not his fault you care for him in a way that blurs the line between platonic and romantic. yeah, not his fault.

‘friends with benefits my ass,’ he curses in his mind, watching the closed door of your bathroom. ‘what is she doing? it does not take that long to pee.’

soon after you re-enter the room, wiping your hands on your thighs before calculating your precise landing spot as you jump.

location: on top of gojo satoru's back.

action: completed successfully.

"what the fuck," he groans, turning to throw you off his back.

you laugh softly, patting his leg with your foot. "that's what you get."

he glares at you, mocking your words in a childish tone.

a silence settles in, both you of go on to do your own things. satoru fiddling with the rubix cube on your bedside table, and you were switching through apps on your phone.

it's comfortable, being in a moment of silence with another person. there's no forced feeling to start a conversation; just the way you like it. peace, beautiful peace.

"OKAY!"

startled, you looked at satoru with the physical expression of ‘???’

"are you malfunctioning?" your tone's disgusted, so too is your expression.

satoru sits up, "(y/n), i decided."

"decided what?" you reply, mirroring his action.

"remember that dream i've been talking about?"

"yeah?"

"it was about us. so, basically, i fell in love with you and i know you said you don't want any romantic relationships because of the commitment but i couldn't help it after the dream — i want it to be real, i really—"

"take a breather, satoru," you cut him off, placing a hand over his mouth.

maintaining eye contact with him, you slowly removed your hand, "don't rap your words, ‘kay?"

"yeah," he voice goes soft, breaking the eye contact to look at your hand.

"it's true i'm not looking for any commitment, but who knows? maybe i want you the way you want me," you shrugged.

satoru doesn't replicate your nonchalance. in fact, his jaw dropped approximately thirty degrees down! slamming his hand down on the bed, he leans forward.

"please, please don't be rational right now. thy must listen thee heart, not thou mind," he speaks, pretending that he said a ground-breaking philosophy quote.

"what's with the old english? anyway, i'll try to not be rational."

‘he's nervous,’ you think, noting his habit of biting the skin off his lip.

"don't do that," your arm extends to his face, using your thumb to pull his lip out his teeth. "you'll bruise your lip."

the action causes him to groan, throwing his head back.

"oh fuck you, (y/n). just kiss me if you're gonna do that," he complains, pouting at you.

"if you say so," shrugging again, you pull him down to you, initiating the kiss first.

like he said, you won't be rational. you'll save the regrets or whatever for tomorrow.

[luvacookie]

ur such a smart girl.

armin helps one of his best friends with her physics lectures.

❥ warnings : mildly nerdy ! armin, shitty physics terminology, not proof read, oral (f & m receiving), face fucking, slight degrading, praise, softdom ! armin, sub ! reader, blk fem coded.

❥ cookie for ur thoughts ? : i needed to write smthing for minnie, it woulda been so criminal if i didn't omg

“armin, are you coming?”

he shook his head, eyes not leaving his computer screen. “can’t. promised y/n i’d help her with her studying.”

eren groaned, staring at his bestfriend. “arminnn. can’t you cancel? you’re always with that sophomore.”

“dude, i promised. i’m not going.”

eren sighed. he left his room, closing the door behind him. armin closed his computer screen, rubbing his tired eyes.

his phone began buzzing beside him and he picked it up, smiling at the contact photo of you and him.

“arminnnn! are you still coming over?”

“of course i am princess, in about fifteen minutes. why? are you okay?” he responded, his eyes still closed.

“yes yes, i just wanted to know if you would be down for pizza after? my treat.”

he smiled. “sure, anything you want.”

you grinned, kicking your feet on your bed. “mkayyy, see you soon.”

you hung up, dropping your phone besides you.

“you’re so in love it’s sickening,” annie commented from her desk, picking at her chipped nail polish.

you scoffed. “i am not in love. armin is my best friend is all.”

she rolled her eyes, picking up her bag. “whatever you say. i’m going to reiner’s now, don’t fuck on my bed.”

you ignored her, scrolling through your phone. once you heard the door click shut you jumped out of bed, picking out an outfit.

you settled on some checkered pyjama bottoms and a pink lacy crop top, just in time for armin to knock on your front door.

“hiii,” you greeted him, pulling him in for a hug.

he hugged you back tightly, his arms wrapping around your waist. “you okay?”

you nodded enthusiastically, letting him go and dragging him into your dorm.

“make yourself comfy, i’m gonna go grab my stuff,” you told him, leaving him to re-familiarise himself with your accommodation.

he wandered aimlessly, picking up little trinkets he hadn't noticed before that you and annie had placed around the living room. he had been taking a photo of baby you and your family when you walked back in the room, books in arm.

"mkay, i'm ready, where do you wanna start?" you asked, making yourself comfy at your small dining room table.

he sat beside you, flipping through your pretty physics notes. "how about here?" he pointed to the notes you made last lecture.

you nodded enthusiastically, pulling out your laptop. you typed in your password and armin's heart could have burst at seeing you and him on your home screen.

"i remember this day," he said, smiling at the photo of the two of you.

you pulled your screen towards you, hiding it from him. “aha, yeah…”

armin watched you shuffle in your seat, typing in your needed web page before turning the screen the right way.

you settled, flipping to a clean page in your notebook. “mkay, so i don’t get these points…”

hours passed as you tried to force physics into your head, desperate to drag your average up.

armin watched as you became became frustrated, sighing and pouting how you do when your annoyed.

“ ‘min i just can’t remember, i don’t wanna waste your time. accept that i’m just bad,” you sighed, burying your head on the countless flash cards on your desk.

“i don’t think your bad, in fact i think you’re quite smart, just distracted,” he hummed, tapping his fingers on the desk.

“no. i’m just bad,” you giggled sadly, rubbing your eyes.

“do you trust me?” he asked, disregarding your statement.

“yeah, of course,” you responded instantly. you did trust him, with your life practically.

he stood up from the table, grabbing you by the hand.

“where are we going?” you asked, letting him lead you to wherever.

he pushed your bedroom door open, locking it behind you. your heart jumped slightly in your throat, wondering what it was that armin had in mind.

"still trust me?" he asked, his eyes trailing over your body.

you nodded meekly, moving back to sit on your soft bed covers.

"i'm gonna help you focus, my way," he mumbled, stalking towards you.

a slight shiver erupted over your body, the way his blue eyes stared at you did criminal things to your state of mind.

"what is your way?"

he sank down in front of you, settling on his knees. your heart was seriously on the verge of spitting itself up, the view of armin on his knees in front of you felt religious.

his hands played with the waist band of your pyjamas, tugging them down agonizingly slow, leaving you in your plain white thong.

his hands rested on your knees gently, slowly prying them apart, which you let happen with no resistance, something that pleased him.

he slowly kissed his way up your plush thighs, nipping every so often, making you release little whimpers. music to his ears.

just as he reached the damp spot on your panties he looked up at you, his eyes inspecting your face. you whined, squeezing your thighs together lightly to get him to keep going.

"what's the equation to hooke's law?" he asked innocently, scraping his blunt nails up and down your inner thigh.

you blinked, confused. he hummed and placed a light kiss to your clit through your panties, making you whine out for him.

"tell me then."

you fumbled over your words, you knew the answer to this but it was hard to think of much when a god-sent angel was on the verge of making you cum.

"s-spring constant times the stretch," you whined, reaching your hand out to comb through his hair.

he placed a kiss on your thigh and then your clit, moving his hands to your ass to pull you in closer. he moved his hands to your panties, pulling them down to leave your pussy bare for him.

you whined at the feeling of his breath tickling you, a contrast to your normally cold room. he rubbed slow circles on your clit, making you moan lowly.

"equation for resistance," he mumbled, looking at your face.

"f-fuck armin i-" you whined out.

he pulled away from you, making you pout and breathe heavily.

"don't give me that face princess. the more you get right the quicker you get to cum," he mocks, tracing light shapes on your inner thigh.

you sighed, annoyed. "i don't know armin! please! i promise i'll be a good girl for you—"

he shook his head, giving you a small smirk. "goddamn it. i can't say no to you when you beg like that."

he doesn't give you a chance to respond as he continues his assault on your clit, switching between sucking and licking. he enters his middle finger gently, fucking you with it softly, the contradiction making your brain hurt.

you lie down on the bed, the stimulation throwing you off guard. "fuck min- i'm gonna-"

he shushes you, his mouth unwavering, the vibrations making the coil in your belly unwind faster. he moves his finger inside you quicker, feeling you squeeze him tighter.

"mm- shit- cumming-!" you moan, the pleasure washing over you.

that didn't stop armin from devouring you, he wasn't done with you just yet.

he only began to let up when your thighs threatened to crush his head, not that he would have complained if they did. he left small, wet kisses as he trailed along back to your mouth, kissing you feverishly.

you could taste yourself on his tongue, enjoying the freak nature that armin was displaying with you. he pulled away from you slowly, a clear string of spit following him as he studied you with low eyes.

“gonna be a good girl f’me ? like you promised baby ?” he asked, reaching for your hand. he carefully moved you to the floor, placing you on your knees in front of him.

you nodded eagerly, willing to go to the edge of the earth for this man to give you another orgasm. “i will, min.”

he smirked at you, moving your hand towards the tent that had grown in his sweats. you started working as if you were on autopilot, palming him roughly and drawing out low groans from the back of his throat.

“can i pull these down please ?” you said, breaking armin’s momentary bliss.

“of course you can baby,” he responded, watching your perfectly polished acrylic nails break past the waist band of his sweats and boxers in one go.

you pulled them down slowly, letting his dick snap up and slap against the lower part of his stomach. you had been staring for too long as armin tapped your pink lips with his tip.

“open up baby,” he mumbled, watching your jaw widen to fit him in comfortably.

you let the saliva build in your mouth before you started bobbing up and down slowly, swirling your tongue over the tip. armin let out low whimpers, grabbing your hair and turning it into a makeshift ponytail.

you began to pick up the pace, balancing by placing one of your hands his thighs and using the other to rub the length that couldn’t fit inside your mouth.

“fuuuuck baby girl… just like that, use that tongue of yours hm,” he encouraged, lightly pushing your head further down his length.

the intrusion of his dick grazed the back of your throat, making it constrict and you gag and causing him to let out a particularly loud moan. spit began pooling out of your mouth and travelling down him and your face. you eventually tapped out, coming up for the air your lungs were lacking.

you inhaled deeply, your head resting on his thigh. “couldn’t breathe—”

armin pet your head softly, “did such a good job baby girl. can you finish it for me ?”

your breathing became less erratic so you nodded, desperate to do well for him. you took his length in your hand and moved up and down, squeezing as you reached the tip.

more strings of whimpers and moans escaped armin’s lips, his hand having a strong grip on the side of your hair as a way to relieve the pressure building up inside of him.

you kitten licked the tip and placed light kisses on it, causing his dick to twitch. when your breathing finally relaxed, you allowed his length to hit the back of your throat, causing armin to loose his mind.

he grabbed the back of your head and began abusing your mouth, using you however he liked.

“such a pretty fucking mouth huh? shame it belongs to such a slut, letting me fuck your face like this?” his voice came out hoarse, his hips beginning to stutter and slow.

you moaned at the roughness of his movements, the vibration and constriction being his final straw. without warning, his cum shot down your throat, forcing you to swallow it all.

“s-shit— are you okay baby ?” his normally soft demeanour returned, pulling his cock out your mouth and pulling you off the floor.

you nodded and opened your mouth to show armin that is cum was gone.

“swallowed all of it!” your voice came out rougher than usual.

he kissed your mouth gently, stroking the back of your head as he did.

“well done baby, i’m so proud of you,” he mumbled, pulling you in for a hug.

you welcomed his embrace, sinking into his body.

“get you all cleaned up then order that pizza ? we can be done with physics for today,” he said into the top of your head, the sound reverberating through your body.

“yes please,” you responded softly.

armin chuckled at you in a teasing manner. he was stuck with you for a very long time.

[elllisaaa]

can u do bf seungkwan thoughts please <33

BF!SEUNGKWAN who's both your partner but also your best friend.

one of his favourite things about you is that he can ramble to you without feeling you being uninterested because he knows you listen closely to every one of his words. everytime seungkwan needs to vent about a situation with someone or at work, he knows he can just yap for hours to you. and he likes it when you do the same, likes it even more when you're going on and on about a topic you like. i'm actually convinced that seungkwan keeps a list of all the things you like and dislike in his phone. on the same line, there's obviously gossiping sessions every week for the two of you - you settle with a hot drink on the couch and update each other on every ongoing drama or random thing that happened to you. that leads to seungkwan knowing every little annoying or funny person in your life, and even the names of your exes. he's the type to fake gag every time they are mentioned, but it's okay because you do the same with him. it's actually endearing how you can tease each other by making references to the things you gossip about and that only you and him understand.

"i have so many things to tell you when I get home tonight baby ! you're not gonna believe it."

seungkwan loves to spend some quality time with you. he's really busy because of his job, but every free moment he has, he spends it with you. even if it's just you coming to see him practice when you have time, or him sitting by your side while you're getting some work done, he's just happy to have your presence by his side, to feel that you're here with him. one of your rituals together is doing each other's skincare and hair. it's so relaxing to have your fingers applying creams and serum on his skin after a good shower, while you softly tell him about your day. and seungkwan does the same for you whenever you're tired, brushing your hair for you or braiding them when you don't have the energy either. another activity you love to do together is go shopping, be that for clothes, decorations items for your apartment, shoes and so on, you always have a good time and it allows him to offer some things to you. it's also an occasion to take cute pictures of the both of you on any mirror you cross, his gallery filled with these photos that he spends all his time looking at when he's away.

"i keep staring at your pretty face on my phone, i can't wait to come back to you."

another one of his love languages is physical touch. every night is worth cuddling, every time you snuggle on the couch together is worth wrapping his arms around you and pulling you on his lap, every time you cook is a chance to back hug you and kiss your shoulders. in conclusion, there's a bunch of cuddles all the time, not that you complain of course. also, seungkwan often gives you random kisses throughout the day - on your cheeks, your lips, your temples or your nose, he likes to see your cute smile every time he surprises you with another loving peck. whenever you praise him, he feels like his heart is going to burst out of his chest from too much adoration, his cheeks growing red. he scolds you and asks you to stop only because he's shy and you both know it. seungkwan love for you is obvious to anybody, and that shows through the way he always finds a way to mention you in every conversation, even when you are not there. everytime he repeats a fact that you taught him, he just has to let everyone know who told him that.

"yeah, actually y/n told me that last week, she's so smart."

BF!SEUNGKWAN who is literally obsessed with your body and the way you react to his touch, wanting nothing more than to please you.

seungkwan needs to give you everything you want, you just have to ask for it. be that his fingers, his mouth, or his cock, he's ready to give them all to you. he literally worships your body every chance he gets, every time you wear something a little revealing or tighter, seungkwan loses his mind. he wants to touch you all the time, to have his hands on you all the time. he often overstimulates you unknowingly, driving you insane just because he cannot get enough of the way you look and react when you cum. your moans turns him on a lot too, he's drinking every little sound you make. sex with seungkwan is very passionate and intimate - as much contact as possible between your body and his, lots of kisses and marks all over both your skins. he's often holding your hands too - when he's fucking you lazily, when he's eating you out and even when you're going down on your knees to suck him off. seungkwan wants you to know that he loves you and cares for you throughout the whole thing.

"your body's so fucking beautiful baby, i can't get enough of you."

in fact, he loves your body so much that he needs to take more spicy pictures of you with him when he's away, or he's getting withdrawal. seungkwan has a private folder in his phone filled with videos and photos of you or the two of you to help him get off when you're not there. there's videos of you sucking him off, touching him, riding him, unraveling while he's eating you out. there's pics of you in lingerie, touching yourself, completely bare in your mirror, wearing tight clothes that makes him hard just thinking about it. he also loves to take polaroid pictures in these moments. he has to hide them very well to be sure that no one except the two of you will ever see them, but it turns him on even more to have a material object reminding him of how good you feel around him. seungkwan can be a tease sometimes, so he will put these polaroïds in your bag sometimes or around the house for you to find them at such random moments, wanting nothing more than getting you turned on enough so that it would lead to the bedroom. also, he will lose his mind if you surprise him with new polaroids of you before he goes away, slipping them in his suitcase and he doesn't notice until he unpacks at the hotel.

"you're crazy, one of the guys could have seen this !" - "does this mean you don't like them ?" - "don't start, you know i'm gonna jerk off to your gorgeous body later."

again, intimacy is really important for seungkwan whenever the two of you are having a moment. and the highest form of intimacy in his eyes is when you let him cum inside of you. sure, he likes to just pull out and watch his release cover your pretty body. sure, he liked it when you deepthroat him and make him shoot his load down in your mouth. he loves it all. but he feels even better, even closer to you when you let him cum inside of your pussy. having your legs and arms wrapped around him, your moans falling directly in his ears, his hands holding your waist, and your walls milking him dry is definitely the best feeling ever. seungkwan insisted on keeping up with the condoms for a long time - he doesn't want to be a father just yet, he wanted to be sure that you were doing okay with your contraception. but the day he sank into you raw, his world was changed and he never wanted to come back in time. it felt like heaven every time, and he came embarrassingly fast the first time, even today, he's still not used to feeling your wet cunt without any barriers.

"s-shit… you feel so good, i'm not gonna last."

[ihaznoclue]

Hello I was just wondering if you can do a angst to fluff post with my baby Tamaki Amajiki. Like the reader (female) is having continuous nightmares about her past and never seemed to have a good night sleep so Tamaki as her boyfriend/soulmate helps the reader is any way possible to get her a good night sleep. Thank you! :)

Pairings -> Tamaki Amajiki x Reader

Warnings -> Nightmares?

Note -> Reader having nightmares so Tamaki is there to help to get the reader a good night sleep

Genre -> Angst to Fluff

Tamaki Amajiki

This is getting ridiculous, it had seemed you had the same nightmare over and over again and you're just sick of it to be honest.

A repeating cycle of nightmares about how your parents died in a fire that was caused by the LOV. You hated those villains with a fiery passion but right now you needed to figure out how you were gonna go back to sleep.

You were laying on your back as you started at the ceiling of your dorm room, you were a year three, which was surprising to you as you didn't think you were gonna come this far but here you are.

Your arm was resting on your sweaty forehead as you calmed down from your mental breakdown for the fifth time in a row this week...

You sighed as you sat up, you throat was a bit dry so you decided to go to the main lounge to get a drink of water from the tap, you stood right up from your comfy bed as you walked slowly to your door and opened it quietly trying not to make sound so you didn't get in trouble for going out of your dorm room.

You now closed the door as quietly walked to the elevator to take it down, you couldn't be bothered to take the stairs since you were literally half-asleep.

What if you fell and face planted on the floor and make a lot of sound to wake everyone up. Nope not on my watch.

You waited until the elevator went down and open the doors, you walked out and came straight to the sink. You opened a cabinet and got a glass cup and poured some water in the glass and then took a sip of it

Thank God. You were finally free from the dry throat that was bothering you as soon as you woke up.

You then took a couple more sips until it was empty and put the glass cup back in the sink to do it in the morning, because you didn't want to make such sound of glass and metal sink clinging to each other.

You sighed as you didn't want to go back to your dorm alone, even though your dorm room was a comfort area for you with a lot of stuff that comforted you in a type of way.

So you turned around to walk back...

"Name?"

"JESUS FUCK-!" You yelled but then the stranger covered your mouth quickly, you looked up a little to only see Tamaki

"Shh.. You need to be quiet love" You nodded as your mouth was un-covered by his hand, you were a bit scared but as you soon realised it was Tamaki, you loosened the tense in your body

"Tama? What are you doing up?" You asked, Tamaki perked at this then replied

"Oh well, I wanted to go to your dorm but then you weren't there so I figured you were out here.." He wanted to find you? This dork

You gave out an airy chuckle as you shook your head a bit "You know you can't come to my dorm you know, I don't want you to get in trouble you dork"

"Uh- Well I mean I just wanted to check up on you you know, you seemed to be tired this whole week and I just wanted to make sure you were okay, I did text you at first but then you didn't reply back as you usually do so I went to your room and didn't find you" Tamaki explained

You totally forgot to bring your phone that you left on your bed side table beside you bed, you groaned as you face palmed yourself

"I totally forgot to bring my phone, I'm so sorry Tama" You worried looked up at him, you might of gave him a fright though

"It's okay love, no need to be sorry about that. We should head on back then" Tamaki requested as you follow him down the hall to the elevator

The doors opened and went inside, you forgot how there were lights in the elevator but luckily you could see Tamaki's face instead of seeing him in the dark

"Um.. Love? Have you been crying?" Tamaki asked, you gave a confused face so he pointed to your cheeks where you had dried up tear stains from your breakdown earlier before you went down

"Oh.. Um it's fine.. I just had a little crying session earlier no biggie" You back the topic down but Tamaki was worried if something happened to you so he came closer

"Uhh- Tama.. Hun? What are you doing-?" You were then interrupted by him rubbing your cheeks that seemed to get rid of the tear stains, then he seriously looked at you

"You had another nightmare didn't you?" Tamaki asked then his eyebrow furrowed in worry, you couldn't bear to look at him in the eyes now

You didn't tell Tamaki about your nightmares that seemed to keep you awake most of the time but he didn't think it was going on forever he thought it was just one night

"Love.. Look at me"

God you loved that nickname, you always seemed to melt at it, you then seemed to melt into his hand that was staying on your cheek as you started to cry again

"Y-Yes I did.." Your voice cracked as you answered, look at him with sad eyes, he instantly pulled you in for a hug, a tight one to let you know you were safe and cared for

He petted your head to calm you down a bit which worked, the elevator doors opened as he took your hand in his as he guarded you to his dorm room

"Wait.. Tama, we will get in trouble If-"

"I don't care.." Tamaki replied

You never saw this side of Tamaki until now, he was more confident to speak as you gave him a reason to be confident but right now he was being confident for you and you only

You didn't say anything after that as he opened his door as led you in, his room was basic but looked comfy, his bed was big for the both of you

"Lay on my bed, I'll turn off the lights when you are on the bed then I'll come over" Tamaki spoke

You walked over to the bed and climbed on it as you crawled to the front and tucked yourself in, his bed was comfy and smelled good.

The lights turned off as you felt tense again as you felt alone until you felt hands wrapping around you as you heard shifting on the bed. Tamaki was tucking himself in now as he placed your head near his chest to hear his heartbeat

His strong arms were wrapped around to make you feel safe and secured

"Try to go to sleep, you really need it, I'll be here to help you if you have the same nightmare again. Now sleep" He said as he kissed your forehead

His heartbeat....

His soft breathing....

His warmth....

This feeling felt nice..

It felt good..

You felt peaceful

and it was all because of

HIM <3

-A<3

[hgfictionwriter]

Maybe This Time - Part Four

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: Confessions finally come to light and Jessie has the chance to ask you what she should've asked you years ago.

Warnings: Mild language. Outside of that - none. Just fluff, fluff, fluff.

A/N: I'm ignoring the most recent Thorns results in this story, btw lol. They're gonna rebound - I know it! Previous parts for this series can be found on my masterlist.

"Nice playing tonight. Congrats on the win." 

Jessie smiled to herself as she sat on the twin-sized bed of her hotel room and laid back, resting her head on the pillow.  

A few team members were still downstairs in the hotel restaurant, but she was beat and needed some downtime. She knew Janine would stay down with the group for a while, so this was her chance to get some solitude.  

"Thank you! I'm super happy with how the team was playing together today. And away games can be tough, but I'm stoked. Anyway, enough football talk lol how was your dinner?" 

"Well, you play Utah next – I'm no expert analyst, but as far as I can tell, your chances for 3 points are good lol. And dinner was delicious – thank you for asking. [Y/friend] and [Y/other friend] went out for drinks after but I called it a night. I'm exhausted after this week." 

"Lol I don't want to jinx anything, but yeah, you may be right about those 3 points. Sorry to hear you're so tired. You had a super stressful week though – I know work was crazy for you and then your brother showing up out of the blue. Yeah. That's a rough week. I'm sorry I'm not there to help more." 

"What are you talking about? You were so helpful. I bet you thought you were done hearing about my family drama, but here we are again lol. It's just a lot less common now – thank God. And anyway, what about you – what are you up to? Don't feel like you have to text me. I know you're with the team." 

"It's not a problem – seriously. Call me anytime. And it's all good – I've retreated to my room early. It's been a long day." 

"Okay, still, don't feel like you have to respond. I know you need your me-time; take it if you can get it." 

"It's alright. Really.-" 

Jessie stared at her phone for a few seconds as she contemplated continuing her thought. Screw it.  

"-I'm happy talking with you."  

She hit send and subconsciously held her breath for a second before remembering to breathe. She worked to dismiss any mounting anxieties, but had a hard time denying the way her pulse had quickened. It only got faster when she saw you starting to type. Her eyes remained fixed onto the screen until your reply came through.  

"Well that makes two of us." 

"As in I'm happy talking with you." 

Jessie chuckled, relief going through her body. She lifted a finger to her mouth and mindlessly chewed at her skin. Her brow creased as she contemplated her next move. Thoughts ping-ponged inside her mind before she threw caution to the wind – very intently so – and started texting. 

"Lol I understood." 

"Hey, are you busy next weekend? There's this pop-up exhibit in town for a few days. Maybe we could go and grab a late dinner together after?" 

"Are you talking about the CityScape exhibit? I wanted to go to that! Yes, that sounds amazing." 

Jessie beamed from ear to ear. 

"Okay, awesome. I'll get tickets." 

"Thanks, just tell me what I owe you." 

"Nothing at all 😊" 

"Stop it. Tell me what I owe you. Or I can just buy dinner, then. Whatever works." 

Jessie huffed. She was conjuring up a rebuttal when another message came in from you. 

"Okay, I have to confess something. It's been weighing on me for years and this just totally made me think of it again." 

Jessie frowned as she wracked her mind for any possibility of what you may be referring to.  

"Okay. What is it? Whatever it is, I'm sure it's okay." 

"Lol you say that now." 

"K. Remember when we went to that underground art show and then dinner and drinks in WeHo a few months after we first met? Or more specifically, remember when you asked me if I wanted to go to that?" 

Of course she did. You looked amazing that night. She was grateful that Teagan and Mia were there to distract her because if it had just been the two of you, she wasn't sure if she'd have been able to function.  

"Yeah, I remember. Why?" 

"So, full disclosure, I legitimately thought you were asking me on a date to that. When you showed up with Mia and Teags? DEAD. Let's just say it was a very humbling experience hahaha. So embarrassing! Enough time has passed that I can admit to it lol. It cracks me up now." 

Jessie didn't even realize her mouth was agape. Her mind was absolutely foggy and turned upside down as she reread your message again and again. She felt like she was having an out of body experience. Her mouth was dry and she started stammering even though there was no one to hear it.  

She needed to talk to Janine.

Before she even knew what she was doing, she found herself hauling open the hotel door and started padding down the hall until she realized she didn't have shoes on. She whipped around in a flurry to go back into the room and grab her shoes.  

"Shit!" She exclaimed as she more or less faceplanted into the door when it didn't open as she turned the handle. In her fluster she forgot she needed a key to open it. She stared down blankly at the lock for a few seconds before belatedly realizing she'd left the hotel key in the room. "Oh my god," she growled under breath. She spun on her heel and looked down the hall as she contemplated what to do.  

She looked back down at her phone and called up Janine. She let out another frustrated growl when the call went to voicemail. She texted her. "CALL ME. NOW." 

She paced back and forth in the hallway for a few seconds before looking back at the message you sent. Now anxiety around not replying to you was setting in. She didn't want you to think she was put off by what you said, but she also didn't know what the heck to say. This was too precarious a situation.  

She stood there motionless for a moment as she weighed her options and before she could start to overthink things she took off down the hall to the elevators.  

Once inside, she hit the 'M' button and the button to close the doors repeatedly in a vain attempt to move this journey along faster. She groaned when the elevator slowed at one of the floors along the way. She offered the joining guest a stiff smile and felt heat rush to her face when they glanced down at her sock feet.  

Once at the main floor, she took long, brisk steps towards the restaurant where she'd left the team and searched the remaining crowd for Janine. She spotted the blonde at a table towards the back and took a few steps into the restaurant – hoping not to get caught by the host. Thankfully, she caught Janine's eye. She waved the blonde over with uncharacteristically exaggerated movements and the blonde just frowned at her. Jessie's shoulders slumped in momentary defeat and frustration before she gave the girl another pointed look and gave a sharp wave. The blonde held up her hands in concession and got up. Jessie caught the curious looks the rest of her team gave her and offered a mere wave of 'hello' before grabbing Janine by the arm when she approached and dragging her out into the lobby.  

"I need your help." 

"What the heck!" Janine complained as she jerked her arm out of Jessie's grasp and shook it out for show. "What is going on? And why are you in your socks," she went on as she gave Jessie a disapproving look.  

Jessie bit back a sardonic, tense reply and instead just held up her phone to Janine's face. The blonde winced at the sudden movement and frowned as she read the message, before her jaw, too, fell like Jessie's had earlier.  

"Oh my gosh," Janine said in bewilderment. Jessie nodded repeatedly. "Oh. My. Gosh! Okay. So – what the heck – you left her on read?" 

"I didn't know what to say!" Jessie responded with a harsh whisper, gaze flitting about as she tried to not draw further attention to them.  

"Oh my gosh, Jessie. You're the worst," she said with an eye roll as she began to usher the smaller girl towards the elevators. Before Jessie could protest, Janine held up her hand in declaration, "Okay. We need a game plan..."

Jessie's mind was still racing as she stared vacantly at the elevator floor deep in thought as she pieced things together. Suddenly, she inhaled sharply, eyes growing wide as she lifted her head to look at Janine.

"She went on her first date with [an ex] like a month after that night! Wa-" She stopped herself momentarily, thoughts resetting before she started again, "Wait - do you think if we'd actually had a date that night that she wouldn't have dated her?"

Janine gave her a long stare that tapered into a look that was half sympathetic, half pointed. "Jess."

"Oh my God," Jessie groaned as she rubbed her face.

"Sorry - that was probably really awkward. That was a long time ago. And obviously it was all good in the end. Anyway, now I can die with an unburdened soul lol.”

“What do I say!” Jessie said, her voice rising while her heart beat out of her chest.

The elevator dinged as they reached their floor and the two looked at each other before exiting and heading to their room.

“Well, this could be your opportunity. Why not just tell her that you liked her? I know you aren’t comfortable telling her you like her now. But you can admit to it for the past,” Janine suggested.

Jessie’s eyes scanned around as she processed the different scenarios and outcomes that could arise. Her instinct was to say “no”, but she really couldn’t find a logical reason to deny it. She huffed.

“Okay. Well. What - I just say ‘Oh hey - speaking of funny stories, I had a crush on you for years. And I’m glad your exes hated me, cause guess what, I hated them because I was jealous’?” Jessie said moodily as she crossed her arms.

“Maybe not that,” Janine said with a sidelong glance.

The girls talked hurriedly, debating back and forth about what to say until Janine threw her hands up in relinquishment.

“I told you what I think. It’s your call. This is your relationship. Or - would-be relationship,” she relayed.

Jessie sighed heavily once more and sat down on the edge of her bed. She had to chill out. She reminded herself that this time things were supposed to be different. And that she was different, and not so scared.

“Sooo does that mean you would’ve said “yes” to a date? Wish I had known. I would’ve gladly taken you on a date.”

Jessie exhaled slowly as the message sent. She looked up to Janine and ignored how her ears were ringing.

She glanced back down and immediately saw bubbles come up.

“Lol! I’m sure.”

“I’m serious.”

“Jessie! Come on.”

“What? I’m dead serious. Question is if you would’ve actually said ‘yes’.”

“I wore my nicest dress and actually put in the time to do my hair and make-up properly. So I’ll leave that up to you to interpret.”

“Janine,” Jessie complained, her pitch rising as she rubbed her face in aggravation before bringing the hand down to slap against her leg. “I’m such an idiot.”

“Well I could’ve told you that,” Janine rebutted without hesitation before pausing and giving a small shrug. “For this situation anyway.”

Jessie exhaled in frustration again as she readjusted position on the bed, eyes still transfixed on your text. You know what? She might as well own it.

“Well, I’m an idiot. I truly thought I didn’t have a chance with you. For the record, you looked stunning that night. But also for the record, I liked you just as much in your everyday clothes and makeup or when you didn’t try at all.”

By now Janine was kneeling on the bed behind Jessie, hands on Jessie’s shoulders as she watched everything unfold. She was started to make a remark when she let out a loud gasp as Jessie’s screen lit up with a call from you.

“Oh my gosh!” Janine exclaimed.

“Shit!” Jessie said as panic began to rush through her. She was about to accept when she noted Janine’s head right next to her and she shook the blonde off of her. ��Go!”

“Oh now you want me to leave,” Janine protested.

Jessie waved her off and took a steadying breath before answering and holding the phone up to her ear.

“Hello?”

“Jessie Fleming. You start off by giving me a heart attack - just leaving me hanging after I share my deeply embarrassing and humbling story. And now you come out of left field with - I think - a confession of your own? Are you fucking with me right now?”

Jessie choked and coughed at your wording. You didn’t sound mad at all. Bewildered? Yes.

“No. No I’m not,” she said much more tentatively than she’d intended.

The line was silent for a few seconds and Jessie was about to check if the call dropped when you spoke up again. This time you were the one who sounded tentative.

“Okay. Wait. Let’s recap. So-” Jessie could practically hear you thinking. “-you’re saying you would’ve wanted to go on a date together?”

Jessie pushed her hair back unnecessarily. “Um, yeah.” She shook her head out and spoke more confidently. “Yes. I would’ve.”

She heard you give a disbelieving chuckle. “But you didn’t,” you said slowly, but matter of fact. “I’m sorry. I’m just kind of shocked,” you laughed further. “You felt like you didn’t have a chance with me? Are you serious?”

Jessie exhaled, eyes set on the floor as she gave a shrug of her shoulders. “Dead serious.”

“Come on. The great, unattainable, Jessie Fleming, liked me? Impossible. I mean, yeah, we were close, but you never really showed any indication of it being more. I mean, at most it must’ve been short lived.”

Jessie tried to process your words that were coming at her a mile a minute. You gave her an out. She could say it was a fleeting thing. A curiosity. But, Janine was right, this really was the chance.

“Uh,” Jessie rubbed her face distractedly, feeling heat rushing to her cheeks, “if ‘short lived’ means all through uni, then sure.”

The call was silent again and Jessie could hear her pulse throbbing inside of her head until you finally spoke again.

“Now you’re really fucking with me."

Jessie's body continued to heat up and she tugged subconsciously at the collar of her shirt.

"I've said too much already. I mean, it was obviously short lived on your end - which is totally fine."

"Why do you say that?" You questioned.

Jessie frowned, making a face and ignoring how Janine was attempting to look occupied with her own thing, but clearly eavesdropping.

"What do you mean?" Jessie asked, careful not to sound argumentative. "You dated a lot of girls in university. Well, not a lot. You know what I mean."

She heard you give a short laugh on the other end of the call before speaking wryly.

"Well, maybe - no, never mind." You exhaled lightly. "Anyway - it's all in the past, but, consider me stunned." You gave a bit of a chuckle. "I hope you're more forward with girls now than you were then. I really didn't know you had any interest."

"I was shy," Jessie offered as she scratched her temple. "Like painfully shy. And you were so pretty, and smart, and charming - I just didn't know what to do."

A glare crossed Jessie's face as Janine hopped down in front of her and mouthed 'Tell her you like her!" as she gestured wildly in the air.

"Well, now I'm extra confused about why we didn't stay in contact after university. If you liked me that much," you stated without challenge.

Jessie sighed. She'd told you enough. She didn't need to get into how desperately in love she was that she needed to cut herself off from you altogether to even have a hope of moving on.

"I mean, we don't need to rehash it all. Anyway, recap, I liked you, you were open to a date, but I stupidly didn't ask you out." Jessie chuckled, trying to keep things light. She cleared her throat and the heat that had started to fade from her face came raging back and she began to fidget. "And, um," - she glanced to Janine for reassurance - "I don't know. If you're open to it, maybe we could finally have that date. When I pick you up next time, it could be a date - for real."

She heard you hum before speaking.

"That sounds really nice. Yes. I'd like that a lot."

Jessie's eyes lit up and her posture straightened immediately as she looked to Janine excitedly. The blonde gave a boisterous, but silent celebration.

"Okay," Jessie said, her voice growing tight momentarily as she tried to remain composed. She cleared her throat and relaxed her shoulders. "Sounds like a plan, then."

A/N: Part Five is available here.

[dawnoftime22]

a long awaited confession.

| T.S

INTHAF, Chapter 4

Warnings: None! Unless you dislike baking or cute long awaiting confessions </3

Summary: On a day where you were realizing your heart's feelings, Taylor had of course, wanted to hang out with you baking some chai cookies and watching a movie.

Word Count: 4.6k

Category: fluff fluff!!!

A/N: this is fluff with, basically the instructions and ingredients of how to make taylor's chai cookies :) OH THE JOY I HSD WHEN I FINISHED THIS

P.S, I have never baked in my life...don't take tips from me I'm just going off research

P.P.S...I just realized I could have done the lover rice krispies treats ☹️ its okay I guess you all get red / evermore taylor mixed with lover this fic

| Started on 26/11/2023, 8:33 AM |

| Finished on 06/02/2025, 7:03 PM |

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<- Chapter 3

“you are what you love.”

gif by me / @likestarlightx :]

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It was an early morning, with you on the couch, sitting peacefully with your phone. You were practically like a cat soaking in the warm sun from the windows.

Your back was against the cushions, and you had your thumb scrolling against the smooth screen of your phone. You were mindlessly navigating your way through your homescreen and various apps, but unable to fixate on a single one before sighing out.

The ceiling stared down at you as if it was able to tell you, this was all tiring, and seeing you sat on the couch was everything boring, but you only groaned lightly and turned to lay on your side.

Instead, you went to instagram, seeing what was new and if any of your following accounts had posted anything new.

Every post seemed to pass by your screen until you spot a fan having posted a picture of you and Taylor. It was of yesterday, where you two were walking home and Taylor was carrying you.

When you check the comments, all you could see were people talking about how close you two were. You couldn't help but hear the way your heart raced in your ears, and you had to cover your face with your hands.

A soft thud sounds beside you from your phone being dropped to the couch, and you took a deep breath in, trying to not care about the immense heat on your cheeks, but it was unavoidable now.

Comments

Guys what if they're in a secret relationship?

|__ they don't sneak around a lot, I think they're friends but I would love to see them together

Look at how cute they are!! 😆

Seriously, that sunset captures the way they look together perfectly. 🥹

Lord. You were sure you felt like passing out. Your thoughts had wandered before in the past, but knowing people were suspecting about the two of you, when you couldn't even tell your feelings? It was almost like a slap to the face and it had been far too long.

As if it couldn't get any worse, you hear a notification from your phone, and you look over to see that it was a message from Taylor. Oh, the timings of the universe.

Hey hey :) wanna bake some cookies? I'll bring over the ingredients if you want

But you jump to reply back anyway, the fear and realization you had earlier being filled by excitement, but still with a pounding heart.

Yes?! Chai cookies?

Chai cookies!! We're gonna have them, theeeennn, watch some movies...?

You couldn't help the giggle escaping your mouth at her message, but you tried not to look into it more than you should.

Okay, yes, movies...but why my house?

Your house, 'cause I miss being there, silly. Plus, we already hung out at mine last time

I miss your cats though :(

. . .

Taylor <3 is typing...

You typed out your message, awaiting her response as her typing bubble moves. Seconds pass, and you nearly wonder what kind of long paragraph she was typing.

But on the other side, Taylor was struggling trying to simply decide on an emoji.

But you don't miss me?! 🥺| ->

She deleted it. Then retyped. This time with a 😕 emoji. Then she changed it again to the original emoji, only to decide with none at all, sending off her message with a sigh.

And you don't miss me?!

I do, gosh! I just mean I won't see them...

Well, I'd bring them, but they're napping

Gotta let the kitties rest

As if they haven't been napping all day...

Being a cat is hard, don't blame them! 😞

Okay, okay. When are you coming over??

Innn....5 minutes, I'm already in the car

What? You weren't even waiting for me to

let you come over were you?!

Nope! You'll let me either way ☺️

Is that a threat?

See you! 🩷

You shook your head at her completely obvious way of ignoring your question, and you put down your phone with a smile, unable to tear your eyes away from the heart she sent for just a second.

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The doorbell rang, and just like the first time you saw her after her long week of work, she stood there with a smile growing on her lips. Only this time, she didn't bring a backpack with a kitten inside. Her hand held a plastic bag instead.

"I got the ingredients!" she says excitedly, and you smiled back at her, stepping aside to let her in. "We're gonna bake!!" she pumps her hands up, moving in a small dance. You laughed, closing the door behind her.

"Chai cookie party, here we come." You joined in on her excitement, a small jump adding in your steps over to her. If she saw, she would have commented you were like a rabbit getting a bundle of edible flowers.

"Or chai cookie cozy time," Taylor suggests softly, smirking at you as she puts down the plastic bag on the kitchen counter.

You peeked in the bag, then helped her get all the ingredients out, putting them rightfully in their own spots, all ready to be put together.

She looked through the drawers, trying to find your mixer as you grabbed a bowl. "Wheres your mixer?" she questions, looking at your cabinets all lost when you went to look at her.

"Should be in the top cabinet...I don't know, search there." You shrugged gently, making sure your grip on the bowls were careful so they won't slip.

"Aha, found it," she murmurs, after picking some items out to soon spot the useful kitchen tool. She brings it out, moving everything back to their place.

"It was hiding behind a box of cereal, apparently." She waves the mixer in the air, gazing back at you curiously now, and you had to breathe out a laugh.

"I seriously don't know how it got there." You start to clean the bowl you got out since it was dusty, and you checied it was usable before bringing it to the counter.

Taylor shook her head gently, her lips a smile. She goes back to the main workplace of the kitchen, staring at everything thats been prepared with a hum escaping.

"Okay, now that we've got thaaat settled...we need some music to fully start this," she says, giving you a nudge with her shoulder. You had to blink, feeling your heart rate pick up.

"Or else its not a baking session!" She turns, grabbing her phone to set on the counter with a thump, opening it up to Spotify, oblivious as you shook yourself out of it.

She scrolled down to find the playlist she had that was ready for all your baking times together, which was filled with her songs, some country music, and simply some fun music you both always loved to dance to while being in the kitchen.

You 'ooh'd' at the sound of the guitar playing in the song, it being familiar. Taylor opened up the salted butter packaging, plopping the block down to the bowl you prepared.

"What a shame, didn't want to be the one that got away, yeah." Taylor nods her head gently to the rhythm, singing the starting lyrics as she flattened out the butter and beat it up with the mixer.

You smiled widely as soon as you recognized the song choice; it was one of the few songs Taylor had made, but this one was handed over to a band, and she did a few added vocals.

"I love this song!!" you comment, making Taylor turn her head instantly, beaming at your quick recognition.

"Hell yeah!" she cheered, grabbing the ingredients to put in with the now creamy butter, first the sugar and the powdered version, going in. You helped her crack an egg to carefully go down into the bowl.

Soon, after the vanilla extract was added with the vegetable oil, she turns on the mixer again, moving it gently so everything is evenly mixed in together to make a soft, sticky looking dough.

"You seriously need to release it," you murmured softly. Your hand used scissors to carefully cut the tea bag that contained the chai leaves, and she watches as you carefully hover it atop the mix before sprinkling it all in, soon emptying it.

"Technically its already released, you know," She shrugged, saying her words in thought, and grabbing the flour as she does. You placed the baking soda and a container of salt beside her.

"Yeah, but I need to hear your voice fully!! Your version of the song entirely," you urge her, moving to poke her shoulder gently. Taylor giggles, then gave a gentle tilt of her head to show that maybe she'll think about it.

"Maybe," she responds softly, mixing away all the ingredients once more as you threw away the empty chai packet and cleaned up the counter from any small flour dust, the music playing in the background.

Once the dough was all done, Taylor goes to store it into the fridge after wrapping it, then she set up a timer for about an hour. You smile softly at her, seeing her turn around.

She cleans up her hands on a nearby towel, humming along to the song as she double checks the recipe on her phone and plays the song from earlier, wanting to hear it again.

"...What was the icing again?" you question, trying to remember yourself, but it was blank in your mind, and her memory was clear as day.

She looks at you, putting down her phone gently. "...I mean, it changes like every day, but it should be...powdered sugar, some cinnamon...nutmeg, and eggnog," she explains softly, going towards the plastic bag from earlier, only finding it to be empty.

Her lips slowly started to purse. "I also just realized I forgot to grab the ingredients." She gently turns back around to face you, and you blinked at her words.

"Do you have eggnog?" she asks with a point, her face a slight grimace at her forgetfulness, and in hopes of your kitchen being in stock.

"I...don't know, but we can check." You went over to the fridge, opening it with that gentle swooshing sound and searching the contents with your eyes, ruling out the bowl you both had just made earlier.

"I mean, if you don't, we can use milk," she says softly from behind you, peeking in with her own eyes, and you had to make yourself focus when you felt her warm breath against your ear, her presence close at your back.

"Yeah, we might have to...doesn't that thing expire in less than a week anyway?" you said in thought. Then, you made the regretting choice of turning around, finding yourself meeting her face to face merely inches away, and you could have sworn you saw a tint of pink rise up her cheeks as she quickly leaned back, this time without any excuse of your imagination or the light.

"Pretty much," she murmurs softly, her eyes flicking, then she gently snatched the milk carton out from the side, moving by herself as she grabs everything else too.

You closed the fridge gently, unable to contain at least the smallest smile at how fast she seemed to distract herself, but you help her anyways.

Everything was dumped in a new bowl, and she uses a whisk this time, seeing as the frosting is easier to do, and is a liquid texture.

"Can you set the oven to like... 350°F?" she suggests softly. You nodded in response, walking over to it. As she turns back to the bowl, the music got overlayed with a gentle hum under her breath as she worked.

Big mistake,

You broke the sweetest promise that you should have never made.

"This is one super floppy spatula you have," she comments gently, trying to keep her hold on it properly, but her hands were also sweating and slipping from the grip material, making her giggle.

"It's like a kid's utensil. Do you have another one?" She turns to look over her shoulder, pausing her mixing. You stifled a laugh, but nod, opening your drawer.

You grabbed a better, sleek looking black one out, holding it up to your mouth with some space in between as a makeshift mic, an important part of the song coming up; the chorus. "I'm here on the kitchen floor. You call, but I won't hear it!"

She smiled widely, her hand reaching for the spatula, and she leaned into it to act with you. "You said no one else," she sung along, giving a shake of her head, adding on to the expression of the lyrics before turning back to the bowl.

You quickly steal away some of the icing with a clean finger, having wanted to taste it, but choosing to instead tap on her nose, which gave way for the icing to land there, making her mouth fall open as she blinks, feeling the coldness.

"How. Could. You. Do this, babe?!" she sang gently, pointing to you. You laugh loudly and full heartedly, hearing the way the song timed perfectly with the situation.

(What about your promises, promises?)

"You really blew this, babe!" you shrugged mindlessly to her, singing along and going to actually taste the icing this time, to which you gave a gentle hum to at the sweetness.

She rolls her eyes playfully with a hefty sigh in a dramatic act. "We ain't getting through this one, babe!" Her lips tightened, and she went to cross her arms. You had to hold in your laugh.

"This is the last time, I'll ever call you babe." She then waves you off, closing her eyes and turning away, sneakily sliding the bowl a little away from you. Her lips were turned down as if to make a declining gesture.

Soon, that familiar giggle erupts from her voice rather than the singing as the music continues, the acting falling down, and your heart couldn't help warm up as you join her.

Later on, you put away the icing to cool in the fridge with the dough, and then you both waited for the one hour to pass, dancing in the kitchen and making conversation here and there.

Once the timer goes off in sound from her phone, she grabs out the bowl of the chai cookie dough, putting it on the counter.

"It's cold," she murmurs, and you were about to respond with an obvious sentence, but then she put her hand on your arm, to which made you jump back with a surprised sound, her skin being cold to the bone. She giggles, unwrapping the clear wrap.

"You're unbelievable." You shook your head, going to prepare the tray and baking sheet that would go on top so the cookies would get off easier.

She took a spoon since she couldn’t find an ice cream scooper, and she took some of the dough with it. Afterwards, she balls it up carefully in her hand, making it smooth.

You watched the motions before following along, doing the same as her. Taylor put the dough down on the sheet, flattening it a little, but not completely.

Once they were all evenly put together, Taylor leans back with a proud smile on her lips. "Now, we bake. The fun part," she says, although you were sure the fun was the entire baking session anyway, you gazed as she gently opened the warm oven, putting the tray in to close the oven door after.

Both of you sat down at a chair nearby, but a little before that, Taylor was crouched down in front of the warm electronic, staring at the cookies like a child waiting eagerly. You couldn't help but think it was adorable, and had to instantly look away to your phone so it didn't seem like you were utterly gazing off at her when she turned her head, having stood up to lean against the counter beside you.

She set the timer up to about 9 minutes, waiting patiently.

It didn't take as long as freezing this time, and you both could see the cookie turn to a sweet golden color, to which, she brings them out after the timer went off.

You helped her turn it off since she already had her glove on ready so she could slide the tray out, setting it down on the counter.

The smell was crazy delicious. Not even a step forward, and it already went under your nose. You leaned towards it, reaching a hand out, but she lightly slaps it away. "Do you wanna burn your hand? It's hot. You need to let it cool down."

She saw your small pout, but holds back an amused smile, instead going back to the fridge to get the icing.

Both of you waited for the cookies to cool down completely, Taylor lightly touching it with her finger to test the temperature before giving a confirming nod.

You two got the icing on carefully, and the blonde sprinkled on a little cinnamon for some of the cookies, and leaving the others with just the icing.

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For the rest of the day, you both stayed in bed, enjoying the chai cookies and having a movie set up in front of you.

Aside from the warm orange coming from the fairy lights, the windows held a blinding sunlight, but the room was growing darker with the time of day.

At any point, you would guess you'd see the risings of a sunset painting the sky beautifully right through the glass, but for now, you stayed beside Taylor, watching the TV.

The chai cookies were nearly finished, and thankfully, none were terribly crumbled on to the bed, with both of you making sure to eat it under a plate or hand.

In some part of the movie, you end up giving way to a yawn, your mouth opening so much, you had to bring up your hand to cover it. Taylor notices in the corner of her eye, but smiled.

"Someone's getting sleepy..." she murmurs softly, leaning back to relax against the pillows. Her eyes were transfixed on the TV screen.

You blink away the fog that covered your eyes from the yawn, and swallow back the sudden saliva that came from it. "No...I can focus. Its just...body reflexes." She looks at you, and sees you wave her off.

As much as she wanted to resist a smile, she couldn't help the cheekiness of her lips raising, leaning closer to you. "Mhmm...sleepyhead..." she pokes your shoulder gently, the nickname spilling from her mouth easily.

You blushed, only hoping the room was dark enough that no light hit your cheeks to see. "Shut up..." you murmured, stiffening to your own pillow.

Taylor giggles softly. "Nope." She goes to plop another cookie into her mouth, biting off half of it carefully.

You were indeed getting sleepy. But you didn't want to admit it, and you certainly didn't want to leave this kind of moment with her.

Just you, her, sitting in the coziness of your bedroom. You were close together, and watching a comforting movie as the gentle gusts of wind from the fan brushed your skin.

You sighed softly, it barely making sound as you hesitantly leaned to her in bare inches. Not even, centimetres. A single, small movement.

Her eyes flickered just for a moment to you, and you almost thought you were dreaming and already asleep when she went to reach around your shoulders, wrapping her arm around you.

Your heart skips a beat when she especially pulled you closer to her side, and if both of you weren't entirely trying to be focused on the movie (which, you definitely weren't, and you were unsure if she actually was) you two would have been caught in an awkward position, and staring at each other not knowing what to do.

You tried to relax, adjusting yourself slightly, to then have to go forward so you could unfold the blankets, the coldness being far too much.

Either that, or you were trying to distract yourself and get a moment's break from her literal arm being around you, holding you close.

She smiles, grateful that you wanted the blankets, and got comfortable herself, needing some warmth. Once she settled back down after all the rustling of the covers, she leans into you.

You slowly took a deep breath in, glancing to her, but deciding to stare off at the film onscreen. The characters were moving, but honestly, could you even hear them? No.

You could feel the way her fingers felt against your shoulder, slender and warm, and her nails were cut perfectly. Possibly either from her guitar playing or from her liking things being elegant.

You had to blink yourself out of it, subconsciously leaning closer to her in the midst of your absolute daydreaming. Goodness. What were you thinking? Your best friend, and here you were? You wanted to slap yourself, since you hadn't thought of such things before.

Or, well, you thought so, but now you couldn't help but remember each time Taylor had gotten a boyfriend back in high school or some random guy would be commenting on her looks...you were practically basically grimacing even now, at the thought.

Taylor didn't notice. Not even the way her one singular strand of hair was just barely brushing your cheek. You were sure that you're about to die right here and now.

This was it. Everything was pushing you, fate, destiny, all of every being existing and your damn heart. You wanted to run away somewhere, but you couldn't just straight up leave this moment like nothing was wrong.

So, with a deep breath that filled your lungs and hopes of courage that certainly wasn't coming around other than just the moment pushing you, you let the breath go, and decided to speak, turning to look at Taylor.

Even the sight of her, actually turning fully to see her from the side now, it nearly made your air caught. But you catch yourself before you could have fainted off to the mattress.

You swallowed back the last of your fears, finally. "...Hey, Tay?" You speak up softly to catch her attention. Taylor hums, looking up at you with a gentle face.

Her full attention is on you once she turned, moving her focus from the movie, and you almost forgot the five words you were about to say with the way she looked at you.

She waited patiently as you were snapping the pieces in your head back together. "...Do friends...cuddle...like this?" you whisper, the slight shakiness evident in your voice. Now you felt stupid. The calm and soft expression on her face faltered, almost showing, maybe, shock, you thought.

"I mean...well...if they're-- uh, really close...um...maybe..." she says, her words half fast and half paced, her eyes blinking as she tries to give you a genuine smile. She was sure it only made her nervous. And you were trying to make sure you weren't delusional.

"Tay." Your voice whispered, so casually, that familiar nickname you always called her rather than her full first name, and her heart was going crazy the same as yours.

"Mmhm?" she hums softly, turning her head to look back at the screen. You reach out to her shoulder, lightly pulling her back. Your body thought before your mind-- yes, your brain was going crazy over the boldness.

"...What if...I...um, told you I liked you?" You nervously spewed out, your every nerve setting itself on fire the second the words slipped by

She pursed her lips, trying to raise them up, basically throwing herself in a pit with her words. "As...the best of your friends?" She whispers with a soft giggle, and the sound makes you have butterflies in your stomach, but the way she misunderstands had you panicking a bit. Or more like feeling the world will collapse. Maybe she wanted confirmation you weren't joking. Nope. Yes? Oh, you were tired of yourself.

"No, no, I mean-- like, I...well, um-- more than that...I...love you." You manage to spew out the sentence. Taylor blinks, her head possibly just registering what she had heard. Very, very slowly, or not at all.

She breathed out an "Oh," in surprise, with no other words leaving her mouth. The shock made her mind run blank, and you fidgeted with your fingers as you waited. The way she just stopped working was adorable. She wouldn't normally be like this, even with her past lovers, and it was always you who was to do such a thing— going blank. But now you were trying to decide if it was adorable, or if she was trying to figure out a response that won't hurt you if she didn't feel the same.

"I-- well..." The pieces in her head fits perfectly soon enough, although her brain was malfunctioning, and when she gets something fully, she laughs softly once more, her nose scrunching up adorably. You were desperately trying to tell if she was laughing at you or at herself for having such a reaction. The both of you were dying on the inside from the situation.

She stared at you just for a moment, then leaned in entirely, letting her lips meet yours like a sudden warmth of the sun through moving clouds.

You gasped in a breath that she only took in to her own lungs, both her arms wrapping further around you to pull you closer. Now, you could happily pass out.

"I like you, too," her voice whispers in the quiet room, the movie long forgotten, and the characters with the plot onscreen entirely thrown away as your minds got replaced with just each other.

You blushed, then leaned more into her, this time, able to give yourself permission to bury yourself into her chest, and a laugh rumbles from her. You could feel it. For once, you weren't just hearing it, but physically feeling her laugh.

Her hands splayed on your back, her hold on you tightening as her mind wanders all about everything.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that..." she murmurs beside your head, hesitantly, wanting to move to lean into your hair, and she just barely did.

"You...I-- you wanted to...?" you whispered, looking up at her vulnerably. "Why didn't you...?" Your tone wasn't judging, but simply curious and in realization. You were so close, she felt your breath against her skin.

"I...was scared. I thought...well-- I just...couldn't push us past just...friends." She breathed, leaning in closer. Your noses brushed before you felt the way she gave a gentle nuzzle, and your heart was melting.

"Me too," you whispered back to her in response, and your arms also embraced her body the same as hers did yours.

She huffs out a soft chuckle, closing her eyes. "But now...we don't have to," you heard her say. All that you wanted to do was collapse in her arms, and you could.

When she opens her eyes, the shine of her blue iris met your pupils, a smile upon her lips. "It's just us." Her head tilted with her voiced out words, and you gave a gentle nod.

"I love you," you said again, needing to feel it all over once more, and able to say it freely. She leans in closer, slowly meeting your lips in a kiss— this time paced, so you can have time, and you met her halfway.

"I love you, too," she whispers back, through the hum of the wind, and this was everything you ever needed.

"You wanna know a secret?" she adds softly, her lips brushing against yours. You almost felt feverish at the contact.

"Which one?" you asked, knowing there was many secrets to unlace. She smiles, her hand going down your arms.

"You were my album," she breathed out softly in confession herself.

"...What?"

She feels like home.

end of chapter 4 and this short series!<3

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[darling-keoko]

Since I haven't posted in a while ima just write a small fiction with Caesar and you (M/n) interacting as husbands

Warnings: Fluff, uhmmm....suggestive shit...and...uhm...dont mind my smut skills....you are a house husband ig 😒.

Seeing your husband off to work

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You stirred awake to something heavy on top of you... It was Caesar of course.

"Nghm... Cae... get off me you fucking... Ugh... I'm too tired to think of something."

You stuff your face into your pillow groaning in it.

Caesar was laying on your thighs, scrolling through his phone, intentionally ignoring you.

You take your face out of the pillow, nudging him off your thighs.

"Your head is too big for this, darling."

He chuckles rolling his eyes.

"Stop being so over dramatic."

He sits up going to the edge of the bed, stretching.

"Woah... Your voice got really deep."

He gives your cheek a peck before standing up, stretching his limbs with a large groan.

"I don't wanna go to work today."

He complains, walking over to your shared closet and grabbing his work clothes.

"I want to stay joke with my best friend and husband at the same time."

You snored at his complaining, pretending to be asleep.

"Hey! I know your not sleeping, M/n."

I got up from the bed with a loud Huff.

"Awe... That's kinda sad that I'm your only best friend, but... Cute at the same time."

You walked over to him, hugging him from behind, giving him small kisses on the nape of his neck.

"If you keep on doing that I won't be able to get to work."

He turned around to give you a kiss on the nose.

"Then don't go... Tell your boss that your sick."

Caesar eyes widen at your statement, knowing what your suggesting.

"Jeez... I can't really handle your temptations."

Caesar takes off his shirt pushing you onto the bed.

"But first."

Caesar grabs his phone from off the nightstand, quickly unlocking it and typing.

"There... Now... Where were we again?"

You pouted tapping your chin with your index finger.

"Hmm... I don't actually know... You probably were gonna go down on me... But I don't know for sure."

You winked at him.

"Dammit... I might have to take two days off."

He takes off your shirt immediately aiming to suck your nipples.

He knew that your most sensitive spot was on your chest.

"Ah, ngh... Fuck..."

You moaned out.

"Wait— I want to suck yours."

Caesar looked surprised when you said that... You were careful about them ever since he got that top surgery.

"Well... But are you sure your okay with that?"

You smirked at him, raising one eyebrow.

"Shouldn't I be asking that?'

He smiles at your words.

"Your so unserious at times... That's why I love you."

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A/N; the part 2 of the Caesars fic isn't ready yet and will not be ready anytime soon bc of exams. And also I'll be writing about Caesar's college friend, Tokki, also you'll see Caesar and his boyfriend aka M/r in her story and vice versa but with girlfriend for tokki sense she's lesbian. Oh and before I forget Min-Shin is going to be in some stories also. I kinda want their stories to be like intertwined and to have their own respective soulmates.

@lovelycupid

[helentangzy-blog]

|| Where Were You?

Olivia Benson x fem!reader

A/N:My second writing! I'm not an English speaker so if there are any grammar mistakes or improper expressions,please tell me! Enjoy!

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Olivia had just finished a tough case.The suspect abducted women and children and locked them up and raped them,also forcing the women and girls to deliver his kids.

It was really a tough case,she can’t help but thinking you and Noah all the time,especially when she knew what happened to those victims.

Olivia texted you as she finished the final paperwork. “Sweetie,I’m gonna back home soon.Have you picked up Noah yet?Or do you need me to pick up you two?”

Olivia waited your reply for minutes,but received nothing.Then she decided to call you.

You had picked up Noah from his school.He asked you to buy an ice cream and you said yes.After having the ice-cream,you two went to the new toy shop,spending few time in there.You didn’t notice your phone was out of charge at all.So Olivia can’t reach you but you didn’t know at all.

After several calls without picking up,Olivia drove to home directly,but you two were still not there.

She went crazy,she ran her hands through her hair,thinking about what to do next.

She drove back to the station and rushed into Cragen’s office.

“Captain,y/n and Noah are missing.”She reported, “And I think they might be in danger.”

Cragen lifted up his head, “Olivia,why do you think so?”Obviously he didn’t believe her words. “Just unanswered calls can’t make sense of this.”

“She is the type that our killer likes!Her age,her height and hair color,they are all similar to our victims'! And Noah is just 10,he likes kids too!What if-what if he had kidnapped and hidden them before we caught him and-”Olivia can’t even finished her words,tear started welling up in her eyes.

“Calm down,Olivia,calm down.”Cragen reached out his hand and swung it downwards,a gesture of calming her down.

“I CAN’T CALM DOWN!!”Olivia shouted. “My wife and son are missing!And you are here telling me to calm down!!”

“Liv,”Elliot put one hand on her shoulder,tying to soothe her. “Maybe you need to go home to wait for them,we’ll take care of this,I promise.”

Olivia wanted say something more,but she finally gave in.

“Liv!I didn’t expect you come back that early today!”You back to home with Noah,only found Olivia had already been there.It’s not very common as she usually comes home late.

Olivia’s heart skipped a beat as she saw you and Noah standing at the door place,safe and sound.She rushed to Noah first and put him into a tight hug.

“Sweetheart.”She murmured,kissing his forehead and checking if there was any sign of injuries.Noah stayed quietly in her arms, “Good evening,mommy.”He replied.

After she made sure everything is fine,Olivia finally released him. “Go to your room,boy,mommy has something to talk with your momma.”

“Okay mommy.”Noah nodded before entering to his room.

Now there were only you and Olivia standing at the door place.

“Where were you?I called you several times but you didn’t pick up.”She turned to you,voice cold and harsh,but with a hint of worry.

“I went to pick up Noah and we went to the bakery to have some ice-cream.I’m sorry my phone just ran out,so I didn’t pick up your calls.”You answered,hoping that could calm her a little.

“Just ‘I’m sorry’?”The anger and frustration can be clearly seen in her eyes, “I worried about you for that long and you just said ‘sorry’?”

“I’m-”You were at a loss of word, “I’m really sorry for this...I promise I’ll check my phone’s charge before going out next time.And-and...oh god I don’t know what to say but I’m really really sorry for this... ”

Olivia’s tension relaxed as you kept apologizing,she now looked a little tired.“You really scared me,you know?I thought something might happen on you two.”She can’t hold herself together anymore,tear streamed down her face.

You gently pulled her into a warm hug,let her bury her face in the crook of your neck. “Shh...it’s okay,honey,it’s okay,I’m right here....shh...”

While she was crying in your embrace,Olivia could smell the faint scent of your perfume.She wrapped her arms around your waist,allowing her body fully leaning against yours.

“I was just so afraid,you know...?The case I worked on...I thought the guy might come back and take revenge on me by hurting you and Noah...”She said,wiping the tears away,but they just fell more. “But I’m so glad you are both safe and sound.”

You smiled,pressing a soft kiss on her cheek.

“Next time,you’d better pick it up when you get a call from me.”She sounded both tender and stern.

“Yes,ma’am.”

Olivia let out a chuckle,“Is that a hint of sarcasm I’m hearing?”She lifted her eyebrows,silently staring at you.

You chuckled with her, “Of course not!How dare I?”

“Oh yeah?You’re even more daring than you think...”She smirked at you and pushed you gently onto the sofa and straddled your waist,then leaned down and planted a kiss on your lips,her hands started running under your shirt.

“No no...”You protested, “Noah is at home and he’s not sleeping...”But you still complied with the kisses.

“Don’t worry,the door is closed and he won’t peep.”

Olivia pressed another kiss to your lips,biting your lower lip and earlobe softly.

“Besides,it’s his problem if he sees us.”

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Butterfly Kisses

i mentioned this in my other post but this is a little baby fic from like may of 2022 that i never finished and rediscovered recently, so i decided to fix it up and finish it so i could post it <3 it’s nothing crazy, just something short and sweet to be posted between longer fics i’ve been working on :)) i hope you guys like it in the mean time!!

lee!dream, ler!sapnap, 1.4k words

enjoy!!

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Sapnap blinked tiredly, bringing himself back to reality as he saw his phone light up beside him. He glanced over, rubbing at his eye with his knuckle as he watched the texts from Dream come through one at a time.

can u come to my office for a sec

need ur opinion on smth

Sapnap typed out a quick 'k one sec' before turning off his phone, slipping it into the pocket of his shorts as he stood up, stretching his shoulders out before making his way to Dream’s room.

When he arrived, he gently knocked on the door before slowly pushing it open. Inside, Dream sat at his desk, slightly hunched over, looking down at his phone with one side of his headphones slid behind his ear, and he glanced over when he heard the door opening and put his phone down on the desk.

"Hey," Dream mumbled as Sapnap walked over to him.

"Hi," Sapnap responded. "What's going on?"

"Okay, so, like," Dream started, straightening his back and looking at the computer screen. "I'm editing the video we just filmed earlier this week, and I'm, like… so close to being done, I have, like, less than half an hour of footage left, but this one part is just… fucking killing me." Dream pulled his headphones fully off and ran a hand through his hair. Sapnap furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head, nodding in understanding, having felt like that himself countless times.

"What's going on with it?"

"I don't even really know, it's just, like… there's this part that I wanna keep in because I think it's funny and it adds to the video but I feel like the cut right here makes it feel jumbled and rushed, and it doesn't super fit with the music that's in the background," He finished, resting his elbow on the desk and leaning over to rest his cheek on his hand. Dream looked up at Sapnap, handing him the headphones. "Here, put these on, I'll show you."

Sapnap slid the headphones on, one hand falling to land on Dream's back as the other man hit play. Sapnap rubbed his palm in circles on Dream's upper back as he watched– an absent-minded habit that he had picked up from Karl the last few times they'd hung out– and he missed the way Dream let out a relaxed sigh, clearly needing the comforting touch.

"I think it's okay," Sapnap started once Dream hit pause again a few moments later. He pulled the headphones off and hung them around the side of Dream's desk as he continued. "Maybe if you cut the music earlier and then let it play out until there's a more natural silence before cutting it, it won't be so awkward-feeling when you bring both back in."

Dream stared up at Sapnap, blinking a few times for emphasis, glancing between him and his computer screen with his mouth agape.

"You're a fucking genius," Dream mused, making Sapnap giggle and playfully shove his shoulder. "That’s a really good idea, actually."

"Yeah, of course it is, because I came up with it," Sapnap boasted jokingly, and Dream joined in on his giggling dazedly. He looked back at the computer, smile fading, letting out a sigh and slumping his shoulders again. “There’s something else on your mind,” Sapnap said, not a question, knowing Dream well enough to know he was right. His hands traveled up to Dream’s shoulders, rubbing and massaging gently, hoping to relieve some tension he held there.

"I dunno, I feel like I'm… losing the groove with this video. Maybe I'm just tired. I don’t know. A lot of it seems strained, I don't think it's gonna turn out as good as I hoped it would."

"Hey," Sapnap said in a soft voice, tilting his head and furrowing his eyebrows. He pulled one hand up from his shoulder to gently pull his head over until his cheek pressed against the soft fabric of Sapnap's hoodie, running a hand through Dream's wavy hair. Dream let out a content sigh, and he relaxed as Sapnap cradled his head and continued his soothing massage. "Don't talk like that. You're just second guessing yourself because you're sleepy and you hit a bump in the process."

"M'not that sleepy," Dream mumbled, defensive, but Sapnap knew all his tells, and he knew that better than anyone.

"Dream," Sapnap started firmly, other hand leaving Dream’s shoulder to curl around the front of his neck, tilting his head back to make him look up, keeping eye contact with him even when Dream’s sleepy eyes stayed half lidded. "You know what you're doing. You know what you want, and how you want this video to turn out. Take a break, hit it again tomorrow, and I guarantee you'll have it done and ready to upload by the end of the day at the latest. You always pull through, right?"

Dream's face was tinted pink, the outline of a smile ghosting his lips as he averted his eyes and tilted his chin back down.

"Sapnap, I–"

"You know I'm right," Sapnap said matter-of-factly, the interruption making Dream glance back at him, keeping his hand on the side of Dream’s neck to keep him steady. "You're good at what you do, Dream." Sapnap leaned down to press a kiss to the top of his hair. "You got this." He kissed his forehead this time, making a show out of it when Dream tried to pull away.

"Okay, stop," Dream giggled, reaching up to softly push at Sapnap's wrists.

"No, I wanna give you kisses, let me." Sapnap held Dream's face more firmly in his hands, not letting him pull away as he peppered kisses all over his face– on his cheeks, his temples, his forehead, his nose, and anywhere else he could reach.

Dream couldn't stop himself from giggling up a storm, squeezing his eyes shut and scrunching up his nose at the actions. He couldn't really find anything to do with his hands, so they simply stayed loose in the air next to his head, curling into fists when he got too giggly or lightly holding onto Sapnap's arms.

"Sahaha- ah! Sapnahap!" Dream giggled out, unable to stop himself from trying to shake his head. "St-stop it!"

"Why? Can't you see I'm just trying to give my baby boy the attention he deserves?" Sapnap asked, leaving another kiss on Dream's temple as his laughter became lighter.

"It feels weird! Stahahap!” He complained, swatting at Sapnap again, but Sapnap only leaned in further.

“It feels weird? What does that mean?” Sapnap teased, having his own guess, but wanting Dream to confirm it regardless.

“Stohohop it– get ohoff!”

“It sounds like it tickles,” Sapnap teased, earning another round of laughter from his squirming friend. “That’s a tickle laugh.”

“Shuhuhut uhup!” Dream complained, letting out a surprised squeak when Sapnap trailed the kisses down the side of his neck, practically trapping him in the chair with how far he was leaning down and crowding Dream’s space. He shook his head, pulling one knee up into the chair to curl up as much as he could, squeezing his eyes shut, clamping his lips together, scrunching his neck up, and then suddenly bursting into squeaky, raspy giggles when Sapnap landed a tiny, tingly raspberry right on the back of his neck. “AH–!” He squealed, his whole body flinching, and Sapnap couldn’t help but fall into his own laughter at the adorable reaction, pulling Dream close and resting his forehead on his shoulder.

“You’re so cute, Dreamie, do you know that?” Sapnap mused, his voice nauseatingly fond, and Dream crossed his arms over his chest and pouted, still curled up and blushing.

“Shut up, you’re so dumb,” He argued, but Sapnap could see a smile tugging at his lips either way, his knee swaying in the air as his other foot twisted the chair side to side slowly– bashful and antsy, just as Sapnap knew he’d be. He giggled again, pressing one more tiny raspberry to the spot just below Dream’s ear and earning another squeaky burst of laughter, before ruffling his hair and standing up straight.

“C’mon,” Sapnap invited, flicking his head to the side and extending his hand out to Dream to encourage him to follow. “Why don’t we go downstairs and order some food. We can watch something and you can chill, then you can come back here and get back to it. Sound good?” He proposed, and Dream couldn’t help but smile up at him, nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” He said as he took Sapnap’s hand, letting himself be dragged downstairs to the living room and shoved unceremoniously onto the couch with a laugh.

Exactly as Sapnap predicted, the video was uploaded before the end of the next day.

[a-aexotic]

✫𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆, i can see you.

✫ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 cursing, mention of partying, lecturting, sarcasm ✫ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 hey guys! i hope you enjoyed the prologue. please show your love by liking and/or reblonging, they are very much appreciated. i am so beyond excited for this series and hopefully i meet my deadline lol. everything will be complete as of october 1st, 2023! ✫ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (send an ask or comment to be added!) main masterlist. gilmore girls masterlist. playlist.

Manhattan was the type of city where you either love it, or hate. There is no in-between and depending on if you love or hate it, describes who you are as a person.

Y/N Cromwell loved Manhattan. She was as classy and sophisticated as they come, she doesn't own anything that wasn't designer or specially made for her. I mean, if you lived like that, you would sure as hell love it as well.

Y/N lived her life to the fullest, taking YOLO a little too seriously. Her mother, Nancy Cromwell, is a world-renowned fashion designer and she is never home. And when she is home, she is usually tucked in her office, away from the world and her daughter. But, she learned to adapt without her mother and she was slightly okay with her not being around as much as she used to.

Filling her closet with expensive purses and even more expensive perfumes, she lived like royalty. Her mother never set financial boundaries for her, so she spent as much as she wanted. She usually got away with everything. Key-word being, usually.

Y/N sat at the edge of her huge bed, tuning out the lecture she was getting from her mother. She tried to listen and nod but it wasn't an easy task to do for more than 5 minutes.

"—an irresponsible girl! I am tired of it, Y/N. Always going out with those girls, not playing attention in class or-"

That was where she stopped and corrected her. "I do play attention mom, how else would I have a 4.0?"

Her mom stopped her lecture and sighed, rubbing her temple frustratedly. "Is that the only thing you got from my whole talk?"

She sat up with a bright grin. "Well I'm not gonna let you sit here and lecture me about something that I hadn't done. I do pay attention."

"This isn't about school-"

"Then don't bring it up." Y/N said simply, smiling at her mother's vexed expression.

"Listen, Y/N, one more mess-up and you're done I'll send you to live with your father in Connecticut."

Y/N had no reaction whatsoever to the meaningless threat. Her mother always throwing that threat left and right, there was no way she'd actually go through with it.

Y/N feigned understanding and her mother sighed with a nod. "Got it, young lady?"

"Got it, ma'am." She mocked slightly before her mom finally gave up, walking out of her room. That was when Y/N finally let out an agitated groan, before taking out her flip-phone and clicked her friend's contact.

It rang before it finally picked up. "Hey, honey!"

"Are we going to Daniel's party or what?"

"I thought you were grounded, Y/N/N."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "That's not stopping me, Lindsay. We going or what?"

The black Prada glasses and sour expression sitting on Y/N's expression was very telling. She was either hungover or high right now—but unfortunately for her, she was neither at the moment. She was sitting in Hartford Airport waiting for her father's, now late, arrival.

Her mother's words kept replaying in her head. "One mistake in Connecticut and I'm sending you the Netherlands. And no, not the cities—the countryside." That alone sent shivers down her spine, having to live without electricity and texting. How can anything be worse than that?

Y/N had to get her act up. If she didn't, she would have to live among cows and pigs. She decided she was going to try her best to sell the 'good girl' act to everyone, whether they believed it or not.

She finally sees a familar face walking up to her. She let out one last annoyed groan silently before getting up and putting on her best smile. "Daddy!"

Her father immediately grinned, opening up his arms to give his finest bear hugs. "Sweetheart, how've you been?" He immediately paused. "That's, uh not a good question. Nevermind. How are you dealing with everything?"

He knew how dramatic his daughter could be. She loved New York and getting sent away would surely spark some anger in her and he did not want to be on the receiving end of it.

Y/N slid up her sunglasses to face her father. "I'm doing well. I think this is good." God, this sounded unnatural and wrong. She wasn't happy and she sure has hell doesn't think this will be any good for her. "To be away from the City will some good for me, being around my old... friends will surely make me feel better."

Her father looked surprised at her somewhat mature response. "Wow, well I'm glad that's how you're viewing this experience. Good for you, Y/N. I'm proud of you."

"Thanks, dad. I really am trying, I'm glad you see that." Another lie. She almost felt bad for deceiving her father.

Well, that was until she got home. As they pulled in the house—it was exactly how they left it. Her father usually spends the summers with her in Manhattan so she hasn't seen this house in almost two years. It brought back so many memories. But she couldn't sit on the nostalgia because it quickly flooded away as she was struck with confusion. There was a slightly familiar woman standing outside the home, waiting for their arrival.

"Who's that?" Y/N sat up a little straighter in the passenger seat, her eyebrows furrowing.

"Well, uh honey I've been waiting for a right time to tell you this..." Her father swiftly put the car parked in driveway, turning face to face with Y/N. "I'm—well, we... we're engaged."

"Who’s we?" I asked I look outside the window to the mysterious woman standing on the porch.

Her father paused as his expression changed from excited to slightly agitated. "Your mom hadn't mentioned me dating Kristian?"

"You hadn't mentioned it either." You swallowed nervously. Her father was dating (and now engaged) to someone she'd never heard about from neither of them. She felt a little dread because she suddenly felt out of the loop.

Her father sighed. "Let's talk inside, honey."

Her father got her luggage and the lady greeted her politely and she did the same. At this point the only facts she knew was A. her name was Kristan, B. she looks a little familiar, and C. she's blonde.

As her father put her stuff back up in her old bedroom, they both sat in the living room awkwardly waiting for her father's arrival. He finally walked down the stairs and sat next to Kristan, putting an arm over her shoulder. Wow, he's really serious about her.

"So..." Y/N started the conversation. "You're engaged."

He cleared his throat. "Me and Kristan have been engaged about two months now and we've been dating a year and a half." And he somehow failed to mention anyone when he called or visited.

Y/N kept her slight disappointment to a minimum as she nodded politely. He seemed genuine about her and she knew she'd be an even more terrible daughter if she started a fit. He was happy and that's all that matters... at least that was what she was trying to convince herself.

Y/N got up from the couch and cleared her throat, putting on her pageant queen smile. "I'm, uh Y/N Cromwell."

Kristan laughed softly before doing the same while extending a hand. "I know that, sweetie. I'm Kristan Dugray, pleased to meet you."

Dugray... Dugray... Where had she heard that name before? Y/N furrowed her eyebrows as she thought until her question was finally answered.

The front door opened suddenly and she whipped her head to make eye contact with... Tristan Dugray? Oh, so that's where she's heard that name!

Y/N couldn't control as her mouth flew open. She also couldn't control the words that came out of her mouth as she saw him. "Oh, you've gotta be shitting me."

[kissingkiszka]

i’m yearning for jake period fluff BAD so here’s my request! jake really wants y/n to stay over. she agrees but then tells him she’s having her period this week. y/n was super nervous and shy but jake was super understanding and caring. he’s adaptive to her needs (advil, heating pad, supplies) and takes care of y/n for the days she spends there. SUPER fluffy, realistic, sweet, and lighthearted.

By Her Side - Jake Kiszka x Reader

Requested! I hope you enjoy :)

Words: 1.9k+

Summary: when Jake finds out the reader is on her period, he does everything in his power to help her feel better.

CW: 18+, MDNI, fluff, periods, talks of pain & period symptoms, use of pain medicine, surprises, cursing, there’s just lots of fluff, use of pet names, I believe that’s all!?

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6:32 p.m.

Jake: Come over?

You glance down at the notification on your phone and let out a loud sigh. You had just gotten your period yesterday and all the symptoms were hitting you like a brick. You reread his text a few times and think of all the possibilities. The second and third days were always the worst for you, and in no way did you want Jake to see you like this. You type out your response and bury yourself under another blanket.

6:36 p.m.

You: I don’t think that’s a good idea.

6:37 p.m.

Jake: Is everything alright?

6:38 p.m.

Jake: Call me.

Of course he’s going to be suspicious, you never say no to spending time with him. You watch as his name and face light up the screen. You let out a groan and lift the phone up to your ear.

“Jake-” You start.

“Hi Beautiful. What’s wrong?” He asks, worried.

“I'm fine. I’m just a bit preoccupied. That's all.” You unconvincingly tell him.

“Yeah, Y/N. I know you well enough to know that you're not fine right now.”

“Jake, I'm fine. I swear.” You had a feeling he wasn’t going to back down until you really told him what was wrong.

He inhales, and you can tell he's growing more concerned. “But you’re not.”

You liked Jake so much, and you really had a strong connection with him. But you just weren’t close enough with him yet to feel comfortable talking about all your period problems. You didn’t know how'd he react- if he’d be grossed out, or if he wouldn’t be understanding, or maybe he just didn’t want anything to do with this stuff. That is what made you the most nervous. It was a weird phase in your relationship that you couldn’t wait to get past. But maybe, this was the push that was needed to get you past it after all.

“Okay, Jake. Maybe you're right.” You fold, clutching your blanket closer to your chest.

“You know I’m here for you, always will be. So, lay it on me.”

“Well…” You hesitate for a bit. “I’m-uh, I got my period yesterday and I guess, I’m just not feeling well.” You shyly admit.

“Oh…” Jake pauses and a lump forms in your throat. “Honey, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He asks softly.

“I just- I didn’t know how you’d take it.”

“Baby, I’m always gonna be here for you. I mean it. Don’t be scared or nervous to talk about natural things with me.” He takes a breath. “Maybe some company will help.”

“Okay.” You whisper softly.

It's Jake, of course he would understand.

“I’m coming over. Hold tight.” He tells you before hanging up the phone.

You continue to lay down, scrolling mindlessly on your phone while you wait for Jake to come over. There’s no use in getting ready, he’s going to show up soon and you feel comfortable enough to be around him now that he knows what you’re going through.

Even though Jake only lives down the street from your place, it still takes him about 45 minutes until he arrives. You hear the tires pull onto the driveway and decide to send him a text.

7:26 p.m.

You: Key is under the mat. Don’t feel like getting up.

A few minutes later, you hear the door open and Jake’s voice announces his arrival.

“Honey?!”

“In here.” You sluggishly call out as footsteps grow closer to your room.

Your bedroom door swings open and Jake peers his head in. His eyes land on you, laying in bed.

“Hi, honey.” He softly smiles. He walks into your bedroom and you notice he's carrying multiple bags in hand. “You okay?”

“Hi Jakey.” You smile back at him, the only time you’ve smiled today. “Well, I kinda feel like shit. What’cha got there?”

“I would've gotten here sooner, except I made an essential pit stop on the way.” He tells you, dumping the bags on your bed.

“Awh, Jake, You didn't have to.”

“Let me take care of you.” He delicately runs his hand down your cheek, moving any hair out of your face. “There's that beautiful face.”

You begin to rummage through the bags together, seeing the various things he got for you.

“Well, I might’ve gone overboard.” He says as he pulls out a box of pads and a box of tampons. “I didn’t know which ones you preferred.”

“Thank you.” you nod. “That’s very thoughtful.”

“That’s not all.” He enthusiastically takes a bottle of Advil out of the bag and tosses it over to you. He then pulls out some chocolates and a box of herbal tea bags. “I can make this for you, you just let me know when you’d like it.”

“Thank you.” You graciously reach for a piece of chocolate and begin to munch on it. You immediately down the Advil in an attempt to get any sort of relief from the terrible cramps and the aching headache, amongst other symptoms.

“And, since you deserve it…” He reaches his hand into the second bag, and pulls out a bunch of body care items. “I got you a few bath bombs, a face mask, some body wash, and epsom salt. And look, this kind is specifically for periods.” He tells you, pointing to the package that reads ‘menstrual relief’.

You break out into a huge smile, nobody has ever done anything as sweet as this for you.

“Jake-” You sigh happily. “This is so sweet. Thank you.”

Even though your insides felt like they were at war with each other and all you wanted to do was bury yourself under a mountain of blankets for the next week, you couldn’t help but crack a smile. Jake always brought out the best in you.

“No need to thank me. I just want to see you happy.” He smiles and leans over to give you a hug.

He stands back up, and puts his hands on his hips while he thinks for a moment.

“Okay, so…” He begins. “You’re gonna stay here, and I’ll be right back.” He tells you before grabbing one of the bags off of your bed and walking out of your room.

You have no clue what he’s doing or where he’s going, so you begin to scroll mindlessly on your phone. You hear water begin to run in your bathroom. About 10 minutes later, Jake walks back into your bedroom.

“Where’d you go?” you question through a giggle.

“Come on. I’m gonna take good care of you.” He declared, helping you up out of bed.

“I can get up by myself.” you joked.

“I know you can, I just want to help.” He replied.

Feeling his strong arms wrapped around your waist while you went to stand was more than enough to send shivers down your spine.

“Okay, close your eyes and follow me.” He requests with a cheeky smile written across his face.

You sigh and close your eyes. He grabs your hand so he can easily guide you into the other room.

As he walks you across the hall, hand in hand, a relaxing aroma fills the air. You know you’ve entered the bathroom when you feel switch between the hallway's hardwood floors to the cold tile on your feet.

“Okay, ready?” He asks, squeezing your hand.

“Mhm.” You nod softly.

“Okay…open!” He announces.

You open your eyes to see the most relaxing bathroom set up ever. The lights are dimmed, there are burning candles on the countertop, your essential oil diffuser is pumping out lavender oil to help you relax, and there is a fully ready bubble bath awaiting you.

“I made you a bath.”

“Jake!” you gasp. “You did all of this? For me?”

“I sure did. You deserve it the most.” He lets go of your hand. “I’m sorry you’re going through so much right now.”

“It’s fine, Jake. It’s only my period. I get them every month.” You laugh, giving him an embrace. “This is the most thoughtful, sweetest thing anybody has ever done for me.”

“I know periods are monthly.” He laughs. “But if there is the slightest thing I can do for you during it, I will a hundred percent do it for you.”

“Thank you.” You grin, pulling out of the hug. “Stay the night?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He holds your forearms delicately and looks into your eyes. You could feel yourself getting lost in his deep brown eyes, and he gets lost in yours. After a few moments, you both snap back to reality.

He nervously giggles. “Oh! Don’t want the bath to get cold.”

You turn to face the bath and notice a tray next to your sink containing a face mask and one of the bath bombs he had just gotten for you. Jake sees that you notice the tray and carries it over to you.

“Almost forgot, you can use this face mask in the bath, if you want.” He kindly offered. “And I figured you’d want to put the bath bomb in yourself. Watch it fizz up..y’know..” He gives you a shy grin. He makes sure you’ve got everything you need to enjoy your bath time before he leaves you be.

After being able to decompress and clean yourself off in the warm and relaxing bath, you get out and wrap yourself in a fluffy towel that Jake had set aside for you. This was such a nice gesture from him, but it definitely wasn’t out of the norm for Jake. He always went out of his way to show his love, and this was no exception. Looking back, you had no idea why you were so nervous to tell him. You quickly dry yourself off and walk back to your room.

Back in your bedroom, you immediately notice your bed had been made with a set of freshly clean sheets. On top of your neatly made bed laid your most comfortable lounge clothes gracefully folded. Next to them were the boxes of pads and tampons that Jake had just bought for you. You quickly got dressed and wasted no time to make yourself comfortable. Jake was out in your living room, giving you privacy and space until you were decent.

“Darling, may I come in now?” He asks, knocking lightly on the door.

“Yes you may.” You reply, adjusting your shirt.

“How was the bath?” He inquires, laying down next to you.

“It was so nice. I feel so much better now.”

“I’m glad.” He chuckles.

“Thank you, really.” You say, turning to face him in bed. The smell of the clean sheets mixed with Jake’s musky cologne is more than enough to bring you peace.

“No need to thank me. I’m doing the bare minimum for you.”

“Wait, actually-”

“What do you need?” He immediately jumps up, ready to fulfill any of your requests.

“Could you bring me my heating pad?”

“Of course, honey.” He wastes no time and runs out of the room. He doesn’t want to leave you waiting.

“In the bathroom closet!” You exclaim, making sure he can hear you from wherever he is.

A few moments later, he saunters back into your room with it in hand. “Aha!” He plugs it in and hands it to you.

The rest of the night was spent with the two of you cuddling and watching some of your favorite comfort movies together. He even ordered take out from your favorite Chinese restaurant, per request.

That entire week he spent at your place, waiting on you hand and foot. He had you completely spoiled, but he knew you deserved it. Anything you needed, he jumped up at the first chance to get it for you.