#one of these oneshots is fluffy

[catthethird]

Idk how I got there and honestly, I don't want to know how I did it.

Anyway, I'm a fan of Eminem now and I am shipping emgk

I also am obsessed with the idea of Marshall×Slim Shady

I'm aware that this is technically impossible but I don't care

[n0vazsq]

Tired of being alone | OP81 x Reader

pairing . . . oscar piastri x nurse!gf!reader

summary . . . Watching your boyfriend reveal your relationship on international TV, you realise that you missed him more than you realised

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 712

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . i have a free lesson rn so why not be productive and write? it's a bit shitty and kinda rushed but my next lesson is eng and i can NOT be late for it </3 saur sorry pookie!!

taglist . . . @barcapix (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

. . . You slumped into the couch, limbs heavy from another exhausting shift. The hum of the TV filled the room, flickering softly in the dim light.

Your scrubs were still on, your shoes kicked off by the door. The thought of getting up to change or even eat felt too overwhelming after all those back to back shifts at the hospital. All you wanted was to melt into the couch and let the familiar background noise wash over you.

Oscar’s voice drifted into the room, steady and comforting. His interviews were always a joy to watch, making you smile and laugh, just like a kid watching their favourite cartoon. You hadn’t even registered what the interview was about; something about the upcoming Las Vegas GP, until the interviewer leaned in with a knowing grin.

"So, Oscar, we heard you stayed busy during the break between Brazil and Vegas. Anything special?"

You perked up, the exhaustion momentarily forgotten. Oscar’s laugh came through the speakers, soft and a little awkward. It was a laugh you knew well, the one he gave when he wasn’t sure how much to share. Your heart started beating a little faster.

"Well," he began, rubbing the back of his neck, a habit that always made you melt. "I spent most of it taking care of someone close to me. She works really long shifts and don’t always get enough rest, so I made sure she was… comfortable."

You blinked, sitting up straighter. Did he just-? Your heart skipped a beat, eyes widening.

The interviewer’s eyes widened at his sentence, just like how you did, as if he was mimicking your actions. "Interesting," he teased, leaning in slightly. "Care to share more details? Who’s this mysterious lady?"

Oscar’s smile was small, but it reached his eyes, soft and sincere. "Let’s just say she's in healthcare. A nurse, actually. She's been pretty amazing, and I wanted to make sure she had a break too."

Your breath caught in your throat. There it was. A soft launch, wrapped in his quiet, subtle way. Oscar wasn’t the type of person who did grand gestures or flashy declarations, but this? This felt perfect. It was a little secret, meant just for you, even with the world watching.

The interviewer pressed on, curiosity piqued. "A nurse, huh? Sounds like you’ve got someone special in your world."

Oscar’s eyes flickered with that shy warmth you adored. "Yeah," he admitted, voice softer. "I do."

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, pressing a hand to your mouth. The exhaustion of the day melted away, replaced by a warm, fluttering feeling in your chest. He always had a way of making you feel seen, even when you were miles apart.

Your phone buzzed beside you. Picking it up, you saw that it was a text from Oscar.

Hope you’re watching. Rest up, yeah? ❤

You bit your lip, a grin spreading across your face. He always knew exactly what you needed.

Busted, Mr. Soft Launch. I owe you a dinner.

Your phone buzzed again almost immediately.

Only if you let me cook.

You leaned back into the couch, the smile refusing to leave your face. The weight of the day didn’t feel so heavy anymore. Knowing that he’d spent his break looking after you, making sure you were okay, it made all the long shifts and sleepless nights worth it.

On the screen, the interview moved on to other questions, but you weren’t really listening anymore. You were too lost in the quiet joy of knowing you were loved; subtly, quietly, and now, a little bit known by the world too.

You texted back, fingers hovering over the keys for a moment.

I’m tired of being alone all day. Come home faster.

His reply came quickly, almost as if he’d been waiting for it.

See you soon. It’s worth it for you. Every time.

Your heart swelled, and you sank deeper into the couch's soft cushions, the warmth of his words wrapping around you like a blanket. Even with the miles between you, he had a way of making you feel like you were home.

In that adorable way that made you feel loved and cherished, just like when you were a kid.

God, you loved him more than anything.

[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Husband!Steve Harrington x Reader | Inspired by this request

Road trip! You, Steve, and your two boys (with Eddie along for the ride) have made it to the lake you’ll be camping at for the next couple of days. Steve is having some major baby fever. He manages to work out a plan with Eddie that secures time alone for just the two of you, to work on making baby #3…

Includes breeding kink, oral (f receiving) squirting, soft dom!steve, fingering, cum play

For the first time since leaving Hawkins, you hear nothing. No arguing, no complaining, no children’s voices spouting ‘Jimmy just called me a mean name!’- or - ‘Mom! Dad! Dusty’s copying me!’ - or the classic ‘Are we there yet???’ - (which, to be fair, the last one was also asked by Eddie more than a few times…)

Regardless, your and Steve’s two delightfully mischievous boys were talking up a storm the whole way to Kentucky. Somehow, miraculously, Steve had managed to drive the five of you over the Kentucky border and to the lake (your destination) without losing his mind.

Once the boys were set loose from the confines of the cramped backseat, they were able to run around and burn off some energy while you, Eddie and Steve set up camp. Thankfully, the process went smoothly and quickly. You all changed into your swimsuits and had a refreshing dip in the lake to cool off after.

In spite of the challenges parenting entailed, Steve couldn’t help but admire the lives the two of you had created together. The ones that made you a family, so much more than just a couple. Being Jimmy and Dusty’s dad was the greatest honor Steve had ever had, along with being your husband. He hoped, just as you did, to one day expand your family even further. As he watched you playing in the water, yelling ‘Marco!’ as your boys called back ‘Polo!,’ Steve realized he didn’t want to wait another day to start expanding…

Convincing Eddie to take the boys into a nearby town for a movie and ice cream was easy enough. Movies and ice cream were two of Eddie’s favorite things already, and the wad of cash Steve stuffed into his hand was even more incentive to get the kids out of your hair for a few hours.

Now that you’re alone, the silence feels strange. Steve makes up for it by taking your hand and walking with you out to the edge of the lake, helping you relax. He’s got this dreamy, far-away look in his eyes as he gazes out over the water.

“Hey,” you nuzzle his shoulder. “Is everything okay?”

“I was just thinking,” Steve replies, his hands settling at the small of your back. “About how pretty you look every time I get you pregnant…” His comment catches you off guard, but not in a bad way. You’re…curious. Steve tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, a suggestive glint in his hazel eyes. “…This beautiful belly all swollen and round…”

Steve’s hands glide around your waist and over your stomach, traveling upward to linger on your breasts. “…These gorgeous tits, full and heavy with milk for our baby-.” He abruptly lowers his lips to your breast and tugs your nipple through your shirt. “-And me,” Steve grins up at you, a devilish smirk that has your clit throbbing. “I think I’d like to see you that way again,” he adds, and suddenly, the pieces begin to fall into place.

“You dirty boy,” you tease, a big smile on your face. “Is that why you asked Eddie to take the boys to a movie? So you could fuck me?”

Steve holds you by the wrist, pulling your hand to his crotch. Your fingers instinctively curve around the thick outline of his erection. “I’m not just going to fuck you, honey,” Steve murmurs, his other hand clutching the back of your hair. “I’m gonna get you pregnant tonight...”

Minutes later, you’re both stripped naked and on the floor of your tent. Steve’s hands are all over you, pawing at your body like he’s fucking you for the first time. Guiding a hand between your legs, Steve gropes your cunt roughly till it’s weeping against his palm. He pads his thumb against the puffy button between your slick thighs, making you tremble. Sinking his lips over your earlobe, Steve tugs gently at the soft, sensitive skin. His fingers glide between your swollen, slippery folds, your pussy throbbing under his skillful touch.

“Steve,” you breathe against his cheek, as his thumb rubs circles over your clit. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna come-.” He suddenly removes his hand; and as you’re reeling from the loss of stimulation, Steve’s crawling down your body and burying his face between your thighs, latching his lips over your clit and sucking the plump bud till you’re moaning his name at the top of your lungs. With a guttural shout, you come undone in Steve’s mouth, gushing between his lips, creating a slippery puddle on the floor of the tent.

Steve lifts his head from between your legs, his face glistening with your cum. He moves quickly up your body, eyes locked with yours as he enters you. A dull groan leaves Steve’s lips, his eyes now glazed with a rabid look of hunger. He pounds your cunt in sharp, determined thrusts, knowing he won’t be able to last long with the way you’re gripping his cock. Steve lurches his hips into yours at a pace that has you light-headed and stupid, reducing you to little more than a bitch to be bred.

Steve’s arms are locked around your upper body, clutching you to his chest. Growling like an animal into your shoulder, Steve pumps your cunt full of his seed, filling and overfilling you till he’s punching his own semen out of you with every thrust. He pulls out of you gently, looking between your bodies at your pussy, sloshing with his cum as you wriggle your hips. “Stay still, honey,” Steve sweetly scolds you. “Little pussy’s so tight, gonna push my cum right out if y’keep moving like that…”

You still your hips, grinning up at Steve’s face, and how serious he’s being. Your smile evaporates into a gasp as Steve’s fingers press inside you, working slick squelching sounds out of your cunt as he scoops and stuffs his oozing cum deeper inside you. “Mmm,” he coos down at you, rubbing his thumb along your inner thigh. “You look so good on your back like this, stuffed full of my cum…” He leans over your body and presses his lips to yours. “…Now keep those hips elevated, baby,” he instructs, glancing at his watch, the only article of clothing he has on. “Stay like this for the next twenty minutes or so, yeah? While I go chop some wood for the fire tonight.”

You nod obediently, deliriously in love with your husband, parting your lips to invite his tongue between them. You watch Steve pull his jeans back on and exit the tent, leaving you bred and contented inside. Your eyelids grow heavy, and you fall asleep to the sound of Steve chopping wood outside the tent. While you dream, your womb accepts Steve’s seed as it has twice before…and you dream of him holding his first daughter in his arms…

[princessxt]

Hi! Could you do an imagine where dean and sam have a younger sister and she has a nightmare and ends up sleeping between her brothers?

omg, sorry for the delay, I really was lacking creativity!!

You can make a request in the comments or by asking me a question!

(Please don't be shy to ask, I'm very happy when I have a request to write)

You can see the list of who I write about here

"The Monster Is Gone"

Pairing(s): Dean/Sam Winchester x Sister Reader

Gender: Angst, fluffy

Warnings: Nightmares, monsters, lots of blood and disturbing writing for more sensitive readers

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My childhood memories were never clear, only blurry images and meaningless phrases wandered through my mind when I tried hard to remember.

A part of me thanks my brain for not allowing me to remember, since I knew the images would be too disturbing for a budding teenager, but when Dad went hunting, disappeared and I had to be under the care of my older brothers during the hunts, everything changed.

I still remember when I had the first memory, it was after a hunt where a student came back from the dead seeking revenge. We were in the car, Dean was driving, and Sam was by his side, in silence while I was in the back seat, still processing the information of the case when the memory came. A blonde woman in pajamas ran through the hallways of a house with a child in her arms, who I soon realized was me.

Over the next few days, I began to dream about it, and as the dreams went on, the images became clearer. One day I realized it was nighttime, and the girl carrying me was wearing red pajamas. Two days later, I realized that the pajamas weren't red, they were white, but they were stained with blood. It was on that day that I started to avoid sleeping as much as possible, afraid of finding out whose blood was on her clothes.

That was 4 months ago, and during that time, each day that passed I saw a little more of that night, and now I knew that the woman was my mother, and the blood on her clothes was my father's, but the worst part was knowing that there was something following me and my mother.

I never told my brothers about this, I know they would be worried, and we have too many things to worry about, like ghosts and demons, and I didn't want to take their minds off work.

We were coming back from a hunt, Dean was driving, Sam was in the passenger seat sleeping, and I was in the back seat, trying my best to avoid falling asleep, but the book I had in my hands to keep me awake wasn't working, and little by little, I rested my head against the window, and fell asleep.

And there I was, crying in my mother's lap while she held me against her chest, with her body against the door, the thing that was chasing us walked calmly through the hallways, and slowly reached behind the door where we were. He knocked once. My mother put her hand over her mouth to keep from making noise. He knocked a second time. I could feel my mother's hands shaking. The third knock was so loud that my mother was pushed from the door, detaching me from her body. When we looked back, he was there.

He was tall, had no face, just a blood-stained mouth and sharp teeth. His fingers were long, and his nails were also stained with blood, just like the black suit he was wearing.

My mother, in an attempt to protect me, pushed me against the wall and covered me with her body, making a human shield. I could feel her tears wetting my pink pajamas as I heard her scream.

"NOT MY DAUGHTER, PLEASE! SHE'S JUST A CHILD"

In response, he let out a frightening laugh. In a few seconds, he pulled my mother and threw her to the floor, while she tried to fight, but the thing was strong and held her without effort. The next scene was the worst.

He opened his mouth, showing his huge teeth and then immediately struck her neck, making blood gush all over the room.

I watched that scene, cowering and scared in the corner of the room while I screamed, begging him to let my mother go, but that must have made him feel even hungrier for her, since he raised his long arm and struck her belly, cutting her skin with his sharp nails.

At that moment, I looked at my mother, who was staring at me with her lifeless eyes, wet with tears of pain.

"Y/N! Y/N, wake up!" I heard a voice call out

"Wake up! You need to wake up!" Again, and this time, louder.

At that moment I woke up. Sweaty, with irregular breathing and a dry throat. I looked ahead and saw Dean and Sam looking at me. We were stopped on a dark road.

"Is everything okay?" Dean asks, meanwhile, Sam opens the car door and gets out, opening the back one and getting in, sitting next to me.

"Okay, sure." I answer nervously, trying to compose myself.

"It didn't seem okay while you were screaming," Sam says, handing me a bottle of water, which I gladly accept.

"It was just a dream, I'm fine." I try to convince them, but by their faces, it hadn't worked.

"If it was just a dream, I'm even afraid to know your nightmares," Dean says and starts driving again.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Sam whispers in my ear, and I try to hold back the tears, while I just nod my head in agreement.

"There's a motel a few minutes from here, we'll spend the night there," Dean says and continues down the road.

It doesn't take long until we arrive at the motel. It was a classic roadside motel, but it was enough.

Dean and Sam get a single room for the two of them, and one for me.

I didn't plan on sleeping that night, so when the boys went to their rooms, I grabbed some snacks from a vending machine and went to my room, turning on the TV to a channel that was showing a series, with the intention of distracting myself from the memories.

I manage not to think about my dreams for 2 or 3 hours, but at one point, sleep begins to set in, and little by little my eyes close, but I always realize that I am about to fall asleep, and I wake up with a jolt. I turn off the television and go to the bathroom.

I take off the clothes I was wearing and get in the shower. The hot water hits the tense muscles in my shoulders and relaxes them in a few seconds. I close my eyes and throw my head back, wetting my hair and face. I massage my scalp with the intention of relaxing, but I quickly tense up when I feel a sudden cold, despite the hot water.

I step out of the shower and dry my eyes with my hands, and when I look at the curtain, I can see the shadow of something behind it. Something very similar to the Being from my memories.

With my heart racing and my breathing irregular, I open the curtain in a quick movement, but relax when I find nothing on the other side.

I turn off the shower, still confused and scared by what happened before, and put on some warm pajamas.

I think about lying back down on the bed and watching the series again, but I look at the bedside table and see the spare key to my brothers' room that Sam gave me in case of an emergency.

Without thinking much, I grab the key and go to the next room, unlocking it slowly, not wanting to alarm the boys.

I open the door and close it behind me, when I turn around, I see Sam, still awake, sitting on the couch that was in the room with a book in his hand.

"Hi, did something happen?" He says quietly and puts the book aside, coming to me.

"I'm scared." My eyes fill with tears and I hug him. I feel his big arms holding me tightly, bringing me closer to his chest.

"It's okay, little one. I'm here." He kisses the top of my head as I sob against his soft shirt.

"Come, lie down with us." He pulls away and goes to the bed.

"Dean, go over there." He pokes Dean's shoulder, making him wake up half-dazed and ready to curse his brother, but stops when he sees me crying next to the bed.

Dean pulls away and I lay down next to him, Sam laying down next to me, making me be between the two of them.

"You're safe with us," Dean whispers, going back to sleep.

"You don't have to tell me what you're afraid of, but know that I'm here for you when you're ready to tell me," Sam whispers behind me.

"I'm having dreams. Actually, they're not dreams, they're memories from my childhood, before Dad adopted me. In these memories, a monster or whatever it was killed my father and mother, right in front of me."

"You don't have to be afraid. Dad told us about this story. He came when the monster was on top of your mother and killed it before it had a chance to hurt you. Sleep, and don't worry about your dreams, the monster is gone, it's dead, and your brothers are here to protect you from anything."

[pixelscutz]

love. ❦︎ megumi x reader oneshot

request from : @plasmasimagination

word count : 786

this is a bit short and i am sososo sorry but if you want a nsfw verison feel free to request !

Megumi steps through the door, slipping off his shoes with his feet and looking tired. "Hi, Gumi," You say, throwing another popcorn into your mouth and chewing loudly. "How was your day?" Your boyfriend looks you straight in the eye, hoping to signal that he doesn't want to talk about it. You blink back in response and turn your head back towards the TV, hoping he could explain later.

"It' was fine, love." He huffs, walking towards the bathroom. "Im'a change real quick." You hear a loud shut from the door, giving the final sign that someone pissed him off, not telling you the reason. For fuck's sake. As you hear shuffling from the bathroom, you contemplate texting Yuji about what happened in training today, but you decide against it when Megumi walks out of the bathroom with his dirty clothes in his hands. He hastily throws them into the laundry basket and plops his head onto your lap, almost dropping the popcorn. It's shocking.

"Is everything alright, baby?" You question in a soft voice, trying to soothe his nerves. "Did something happen today?" Megumi gruffs in response and buries his head into your stomach, clearly not wanting to talk. You sigh as you start to play with his hair, untangling the mess of black hair. You two stay there silently for a few minutes, just appreciating each other's company. You check your phone to see if anyone has given you a heads-up about him, but to your surprise, you see nothing.

Plan B. "Such a cutie." You mutter under your breath, trying to get his attention. Megumi turns his head to look up at you, still having a face of annoyance.

"You've said. Many times." He huffs. You slowly ruffle through his hair and catch Megumi to shut his eyes. "Come on, What's wrong?" "Nothing."

"There is something."

"No, there isn't."

"Your ears turn pink when you lie. They're bright red right now, like Rudolph's nose."

Megumi looks up at you in defeat, sighing. "People are just assholes, that's all."

"Is that all?"

"No, do you love me?" He asks sarcastically. The question throws you off guard as you accidentally drop some popcorn onto his face in response. "Gross." He mutters, picking the popcorn off his face and giving it to you.

You sit there, dumbfounded, as he waits, completely unbothered. "Are you serious, Gumi?"

"I wasn't at first, but come to think of it, do you love me?"

"Yes!" You say, turning Megumi to look towards your face. "You're the first boyfriend I've had, the love of my life, first kiss, everything blah blah. How could I not love you?"

"No one does."

You shut your lips into a tight seal, looking for the right words. "You know you're the most precious thing in my life, correct? If you died, I have no idea what I would do." He shrugs. Men are so stupid. "Gumi, look at me. You are the most important person in my life, and I have no idea what I would do without you. You might think I'm saying this because I don't want you to feel sad or some bullshit like that, but I'm not. I still have no idea how I made you fall in love with me." Megumi looks at you momentarily, staying silent at the shocking confession. You both weren't good at expressing emotions, so you had every right to believe he was surprised.

His lip twitches. "Thank you." He seems to be trying to find the right words to say, looking away. "I appreciate you too. I still have no idea why you're even by my side. I.." He takes a moment to compromise himself. "I love you too." You hold back a laugh.

"I never said I loved you, but come to think of it, I do." Megumi's cheeks turn a light pink as you end up laughing. You cover your mouth, trying not to embarrass him. He rolls his eyes and covers his face with his hands, groaning. "It's fine," You laugh, "It was just so cute."

"Yeah, and our kids will be real cute too." Silence. Shittt.

"Real smooth, Fushiguro." You snort as he turns his head towards his lap. You secretly pray he doesn't feel how wet you are.

"Am I wrong?"

"No, not at all."

"Let's go make some right now." You can practically hear him smirking.

"Since when were you this bold?" You question.

"Since right now."

"Mhm, and why is that?"

"Because I can feel how wet you are right now." You gasp, hearing him laugh softly. "Well?"

"Of course."

[iiwontgiveuponmilkk]

Locked Away. | G.W.

summary: dating george is her biggest secret, one she hopes her family never finds out.

word count: 2207

warnings: mentions of weight loss from traumatic situation

notes: finally rewrote this. just want to let you guys know that i am working on requests and turning the blurbs into fics. hoping to get them posted this week! i had a few exams last week so i didn't have too much time to write :)

Dating George Weasley had been her biggest secret. One she intended to keep to herself. She had a plan. She was moving out at the end of the month, once George and Fred had finished setting up their shop and moving into their place. She was looking for a place of her own, not wanting to intrude on Fred. George had insisted that Fred was fine with it. He was more than happy to have his brother’s girlfriend move in. Fred really didn’t mind. He knew the situation. He knew what could happen if her family found out whilst she was living under their roof. He was fine with her living with them, she was part of the family. But her secret wasn’t only hers to keep. Draco had found out one night at the end of her final term. He swore he wouldn’t tell, but she didn’t trust him. He was twisted with the same mindset that her parents shared. One of blood traitors and mudbloods. She knew it was only a matter of time before he told his father, but she was hoping that she would be long gone before he let her secret slip. Unfortunately, she wasn’t. Once her parents had found out, they ranted and raved. To say they were livid was an understatement. 

“A Weasley?!” Her mother had screamed, disgust evident on her facial features. Her eyes welled with tears as she took in her mother’s hateful gaze. She knew they had just labelled her as a blood traitor for even associating with the Weasley family. And to date one? There was no coming back from that in her parents eyes. She knew it in her heart, she could see it in their faces. She was as good as dead to them. She tried to blink back her tears, but her father started to yell. She flinched at his tone, terror blooming in her bones as he glared at her. “You would associate our family name with those blood traitors?! How dare you!” His words hit her where it hurt. She loved George with everything she had. Her family name meant nothing to her, but she couldn’t tell her father that. It had been bad enough when she had been sorted into Ravenclaw. The first in her family to not be sorted into Slytherin. She knew her parent’s disdain for her had grown with each passing year. The more she was outside of their way of thinking, the more she blossomed into the person she always wanted to be. She never shared how she felt or thought with her parents, but they knew. They hated the person she had made herself, hated that she didn’t care about blood status or wealth. She was everything they were not, everything her family was not. “Daddy! I love him!” She shouted back as her tears finally spilt over. She couldn’t hold them back, not as her father screamed at her. She had heard it a million times. That she was a disappointment to their family and everything it stood for. But the venom behind his words hurt more than ever this time. The way he spoke of George shattered her heart. He was such a great man, so kind, so willing to give even when he had nothing to share. Her father tensed up, his face swallowed by rage. He took a moment to settle himself, a cold smile settling over his lips. “You’re going away, far away.” Her father spoke in a contemptuous voice. She had never felt more fear in her life. She knew nothing good would come from this. This would be her punishment. -

Her days had been hell. She had been locked away with her aunt, Bellatrix. She spent her days avoiding the evil woman, barely eating what she was given (she did not trust Bellatrix Lestrange), and her nights were spent crying. She was rarely alone in the house, someone was always there. She kept to her room, avoiding contact with anyone in the house. Her health had declined, she looked visibly ill. She was sure she had lost a massive amount of weight, none of her clothes fit her right. Living in this hell seemed to be the easiest part to handle. She was suffering from the hardest and most avoidable heartbreak of her life. She longed for George. She longed to hear him laugh, to see his red hair in the sunlight, just to even see his handwriting on a piece of parchment. She only had her memories and the bracelet he had given her for their anniversary last year. She never took it off, it looked like a normal piece of jewellery. A slim gold cuff that held their secret love. She only took it off at night so she could look at the engraving on the inside. ‘I love you’ in his handwriting adorned the inside of the cuff. It was the only piece of him she had left. She couldn’t imagine what he was thinking. Did he think that she just left him? That she decided it was too much to keep this secret? Or did he think the worst. 

- She had sent an owl to George a week ago, telling him not to respond, but to meet her where they first met on the 4th of October. The task of sending an owl had not been easy. She had carefully planned it for weeks. She had started to leave her room, to play the game of being who her family had wanted her to be. That’s when Bellatrix started to pop out for quick errands. She was never gone for more than thirty minutes at a time, so she knew she had to be quick. She knew that she would have no way of knowing if George received the owl, but it was her only shot. Even if he didn’t she had formulated a back-up plan. She would travel to the burrow, she knew Molly would be there and wouldn’t turn her away. She kept playing the game until the day finally came. She was terrified that Bellatrix would somehow figure out what she had done. She lived in fear of retaliation for three weeks. She knew today had to be the day. Bellatrix left for the longest time on the 4th of every month. She wasn’t sure what her aunt did, but she knew she would be gone for at least an hour. She knew if she timed everything right, not even the house elves would see her make her escape. Her heart pounded as she waited for Bellatrix to leave. She shut her eyes tightly, waiting to hear the door shut. She grabbed the bag of floo powder and ran down to the fireplace when she was sure the coast was clear. She threw the powder down as she stated her desired location.

She looked around, hoping to spot a head of red hair. She trembled in the cold air, looking around for any sign of George. Her lip trembled when she realised he either didn’t get her owl or chose not to show. But he would’ve shown, right? Her George wouldn’t give up on her that easily. She brushed her fingers through her hair, knowing she had to keep moving. She didn’t feel safe just waiting around. She was sure she only had thirty minutes before Bellatrix would return and realise that she was missing. She quickly found herself to be lost in the hectic mess of Diagon Alley. She had forgotten how busy it would be here. She kept her head down, moving to her next destination. She tried her best to avoid bumping into anyone or drawing any attention to herself. But that’s when she saw it, the beginnings of a joke shop, a new joke shop bearing the Weasley name. She made her way towards the building, pushing the door open and walking inside. 

“Oh, we’re not ope- (y/n)?” Fred spoke as he turned to see who had walked in. She nodded her head, looking around at the place. Fred seemed to lose his voice as he took in his brother’s girlfriend. She looked sick, he had never seen her this thin. “George.” He spoke, realising that his words came out much quieter than he intended. She met Fred’s eyes. He could see the dark circles under her eyes and the gaunt look to her face. He noticed the tears brimming her eyes. She took in a shaky breath, breaking her gaze to look around the shop again. She was amazed at everything. Her heart ached at the fact that she wasn’t here with him, the both of them, like she said she would be. She had planned to help them get everything set and ready for the day that they finally opened, but she had been away for months. 

“George!” Fred, this time, shouted. The sound shocked her. Fred cringed as he watched her coil into herself from the sound of him shouting. That’s when Fred realised that something had happened to her. He turned, quickly making his way up the stairs to catch George before he descended. “George, did that owl say anything at all?” He asked as he barred his twin from descending. “Just to meet her, but she wasn’t there. Why?” George gave Fred an odd look as his brows furrowed. “She’s here, Georgie. And she’s not well. Something happened to her.” Fred kept his voice low, hoping she couldn’t hear them. George gave him a small nod before they both made their way down to the shop floor. George did his best to hide his immediate reaction to the state she was in. His heart melted as he watched her face light up when she saw him. A smile spread across her face and then she was moving, running towards him. When she reached him, she jumped. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, clinging to him. 

“Oh I’ve missed you.” George murmured into her hair. He wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her against him tightly. His other hand came up to tangle his fingers in her hair. He pressed his cheek against her head, eyes falling shut as he enjoyed having her in his arms again. It took a moment for George to realise that she was crying. The tears had been silently rolling down her cheeks as she buried her face into his shoulder, but the soft sob that racked her body gave her away. George didn’t say anything to her, just held her tighter. “Fred, I’m going to take the rest of the day off, if you don’t mind?” He asked his twin, only to receive a nod. -

She had been living with George and Fred above the joke shop since the day she had arrived two months ago. She felt like she was living in fear. She hardly ever left the apartment, not wanting to venture out and potentially run into her family. She was surprised that they hadn’t shown up here. It would seem obvious that this is where she would go. Perhaps they had given up on her, and she was more than okay with that. How could she not be after what they did to her? Sending her to live in her own personal Azkaban. George had found her curled up in his bed that morning, gently shaking her awake. She looked at him with tired eyes, pulling the blankets up until only her eyes were visible. He gave her a small smile, he loved how much she hated getting up. He knew she would always prefer a warm bed until mid-afternoon if she had it her way. 

“Mornin’.” She mumbled, closing her eyes as she rubbed them. She let out a yawn, pushing the blanket down a bit. A gasp left her when she focused her attention on George. There he was, down on one knee, next to the bed. She quickly scrambled to the edge of the bed, reaching for George. “What are you doing?” She asked as she took his face in both her hands. “This isn’t how I really wanted to do this, but I don’t think I could wait any longer.” He said, staring up at her. She could see the nervous smile as he reached into his pocket to pull out a ring. “Merlin! George!” Her hands moved to his, she could feel the tears welling in her eyes. 

“Would you do me the honour of becoming Mrs. Weasley?” He asked, smiling as he watched the emotions flicker through her eyes. “Yes, George, of course.” She quickly stammered out, realising she had been staring for a tad too long when she saw a small look of anxiety on his face. He took her left hand, gently sliding the ring onto her finger. She studied the ring as he slid it on. It looked like it had cost a fortune. The diamond was surrounded by a ring of small rubies and sapphires. She kissed him gently, wrapping her arms around him. He picked her up in a tight hug. She wrapped her legs around his waist, nuzzling her face into his neck.

[sh4wty18]

i want you.

pairing: johnnie guilbert x reader

summary: you and johnnie have been mutually pining for each other for months, and it finally comes to fruition at a party.

cw: angst, fluff, language, alcohol

word count: 2.0k + edited

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You check yourself out in the standing mirror in the corner of your bedroom. Make up fresh, hair done, sporting your favorite black mini skirt and tank top. A little booby, you think. But that’s okay. You’re going to a party tonight, and Johnnie’s picking you up. You wanted to look your best. 

You hear your phone ding and you reach down to check it. A message from Johnnie lights up your screen:

J: i’ll be there in five :)

You exhale deeply. Although you and Johnnie had been close friends for months, this was the first time he was driving you to a party. You’d met at a party and clicked instantly. If there was one person in the world you felt the most comfortable opening up to, it was him. You had known from the moment you met him that you were going to end up falling for him. But you’d also known that Johnnie hadn’t been in a relationship in years, and he didn’t seem like a person to fall in love at first sight. So instead of allowing yourself to be hurt, you decided to try to snuff out your feelings and settle for friendship. Because a friendship with Johnnie was better than nothing. And you couldn’t imagine your life without Johnnie in it. Your phone dings again:

J: here!

You take one more deep breath in and walk outside your apartment building to meet Johnnie at his car. 

“Hey!” You wave through the rolled-down passenger side window, before opening the door and sliding in next to him. 

“Wow,” Johnnie gasps. “You look…”

He trails off, turning to stare straight ahead. 

“What? Do I look weird?” You ask, so embarrassed you’re ready to run back inside and change if that’s what he wants. 

“No! You look… beautiful.” Johnnie struggles to form his sentence and continues staring at the dashboard. His cheeks take a rosy hue. 

“Oh. Thanks,” you respond, looking at your shoes. 

He clears his throat, “So… um… you ready to go?” 

“Yeah! Um… who’s party did you say this was again?”

“Oh it’s Jake and Tara’s. It’s at our house,” Johnnie smiles toward you.

“Johnnie…” you can’t help but let out a laugh, “Why would you come all the way here to pick me up if it’s at your house??” 

“Because, y/n, I happen to enjoy spending time with you. I never thought I was going to have to defend myself for wanting to hang out with one of my best friends, but I guess stranger things happen every day.” he says with a tone of faux sarcasm, adding a loud, dramatic sigh at the end for good measure. 

“Oh for fucks sake, Johnnie!” You laugh and swat him on the arm, and he blushes again as he grabs your hand and laughs with you.

You glance down at your hands, your fingers still interlocked. He notices your eyes shift and quickly lets go, clearing his throat again as he grips the steering wheel, “I guess we should go… can’t leave Jake waiting for too long, he gets feisty.” He smirks at you, and you jokingly roll your eyes. In all the time you’d been friends with Johnnie, you'd gotten to witness his and Jake’s dynamic firsthand. It was a sight to behold. If you didn’t believe in platonic soulmates before, you definitely did after meeting the two of them. 

“Yes, John. Let’s go.” You had recently made a habit of calling Johnnie “John”. He hated it. That’s why you did it. Playful banter was your favorite form of flirting, and you didn’t want to get your hopes up, but you could swear the nickname made him flustered. 

“Oh God not this again,” Johnnie complains.

“You’re never escaping the John nickname! You will always be John to me! Muahahaha!!” You laugh evilly and poke his cheek as he pulls out of your driveway. His cheeks go red and he laughs, he could never truly be mad at you. “I hate you,” he says.

“You love me,” you smirk and bat your eyelashes at him. 

He glances at you out of his peripheral vision and smiles, “I know.” 

Ten minutes later you arrive at Jake and Johnnie’s house. The ride hadn’t been nearly as awkward as you’d anticipated. In fact, it hadn’t been awkward at all. You don’t know why you had been so worried— you were friends. You cared about each other, and liked spending time with each other. You could always make conversation, whether it be about your days, existential dread, hell, you could even have a conversation about your favorite colors. As long as you were together, you both had fun. 

It was already 11 when you arrived, and you hadn’t had anything to drink yet. So when you got into the house with Johnnie, you beelined it toward the alcohol covered island in the middle of the kitchen. Johnnie steps behind the opposite side of the countertop, “What can I get for you tonight, ma’am?” 

“Oh, I didn’t know you were the bartender for the party tonight?!” You joke.

“I’m not the bartender for the party, just for you,” he winks, and you feel your cheeks get hot. Was he flirting with you? 

“Well in that case… surprise me,” you lean on your elbows and place your head in your palms, giving him the big, toothy grin you knew he couldn’t deny. 

“You always know how to get what you want from me, don’t you?” He asks, before pouring you up a dirty Shirley Temple, your favorite. “One Dirty Shirley, extra strong, just the way you like it.” 

“You know me so well,” you smile, taking the drink from him and helping yourself to a long gulp. He crosses his fingers and squeezes his eyes shut, dramatically awaiting your review. “Mmm, Johnnie, this is so good.” 

He exhales, “Oh thank God. I was honestly just fucking guessing on all the measurements, I have zero clue how much of anything is in a Dirty Shirley.” 

You stare at each other for a second, before breaking out into a fit of laughter. You grab his arm as he finishes pouring a drink for himself, “Let’s go dance, c’mon!” 

He pauses, looking across the room at a girl. He recognizes her. You wonder who she is, and feel a shot of jealousy course through your veins. Then you feel guilty. He wasn’t yours to be jealous for. “Can we dance in a minute, y/n? I just wanna run to the bathroom real quick,” he asks. But you can tell he’s lying. You drop your hand from his arm. He looks at the space where your hand had rested, and disappointment floods his face for a split second, before he straightens his posture, and makes eye contact with you again. 

“Yeah… sure Johnnie,” you walk off to socialize somewhere else, not wanting to be around him when you feel so full of anger for something that doesn’t exist. 

He stares at you as you walk away, feeling like he screwed up, but not knowing how to fix it. Instead he walks up to the girl he recognizes. 

You watch him from the other side of the party. He looks perfect. With his hair falling into place in front of his eyes, his red button down slightly hanging open, and a strong hand gripping his drink. And he’s smiling at her. He’s laughing. How could he look at her, and laugh, and be so perfect? All you can think to do is down the rest of the drink he’d made you, and walk up to the kitchen island to grab a couple more shots, which required you to walk past Johnnie and the girl. 

You hear them laughing again, and you watch as he pulls her into a hug. You turn away, trying to stop the tears from stinging your eyes and ruining your makeup. Upon reaching the island, you bump into someone.

“Oh sorry!” A man’s voice shouts, turning around to greet you, “hey, are you okay?” He asks, catching you frantically wiping tears from your cheeks.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine!” You say, forcing a smile, “just having a shitty night and I wanna get drunk!” 

“Understandable,” he affirms, pouring two shots of rum and handing one to you, clinking his glass to yours, “cheers to shitty nights!” 

You laugh, and down the shot with him. “Another?” You tilt your glass towards him, and he pours.

You clink your glass to his again and smile at him. “Cheers!” you say this time, and you both down a second shot. You’re definitely starting to feel buzzed now. 

You turn to see Johnnie’s eyes already fixed on yours. He’s not with the girl anymore, and he looks mad. Maybe he’s mad she left, you think to yourself, clenching your jaw and forcing yourself to look away. You can sense his presence disappear, and you turn around to watch him walking upstairs, presumably to his bedroom. He’s glaring down at his feet, refusing to look up. 

You’re pissed. What the hell did he have to be angry about? It’s not like he was watching the person he’s in love with flirt with someone else! You’re the only one who should be mad. And you needed to tell him. 

“Thanks for cheering me up, you’re sweet,” you say to the kind stranger, and he smiles at you. 

“Any time!” He says, before giving you a friendly clap on the shoulder and walking away. 

You run up the stairs after Johnnie, knocking on his closed bedroom door. “Johnnie? It’s me. Can I come in? I need to talk to you.” 

“Fine,” he responds dryly, which pisses you off even more. 

You open the door and close it behind you. Turning on your heel to meet his gaze. He’s sitting on his bed, staring at you with his arms crossed. “Better make it quick, I know your boyfriend’s probably waiting downstairs for you.” 

“What?!” You yell, “Boyfriend?? I don’t even know the guy. He was just there to cheer me up, unlike you! God forbid I’m just a little upset after you lied to me about going to the bathroom to talk to some random girl!” 

“You saw that?” He cringes, a look of guilt washing over his face. 

“Yeah and you looked awfully cozied up to her.” You spit out. 

“What?! No! Y/n she’s my friend!! A childhood friend, and I didn’t know Jake and Tara invited her! I saw her and wanted to catch up. I shouldn’t have lied to you about it, and honestly I don’t know why I did it. I guess I just didn’t want you to think I was ditching you to hang out with someone else. I’m sorry.” 

“Well I was pissed, Johnnie. I was. And I know I shouldn’t care. I have no reason to care. We’re not together. But I do. I do.” 

Johnnie stands up and looks at you with understanding. He reaches out with both hands and pulls you towards him, so you’re staring into his eyes. “Say it.” 

You scoff and look away, “Say what, Johnnie?” 

“You know what.” He pulls your chin towards his face again, and says in a softer, weaker tone, “Say it… please.” 

You gaze up at him, the words are on the tip of your tongue, “I don’t want anyone else. I only want YOU.” 

“Then fucking have me.” 

He closes the gap between your mouths in the most desperate, messy kiss you’ve ever had. It was as if he’d been waiting for your entire friendship, and everything he’d done during that time led up to this exact moment. You understood then that he’d always wanted you. The feeling was always mutual. And it always would be. 

He pulls away just to breathlessly say, "I've loved you since the day we met.” 

He continues kissing you, quicker now, giving you longer, full kisses on the lips, followed by quicker pecks all over your cheeks and jawline.

“So have I,” you let out, grasping his face in both your hands and pulling it back up to lock eyes with him. “It’s always been you, Johnnie.”

He smiles and kisses you again, except this time you can’t help from smiling against his mouth, and neither can he. 

He breathes out, relieved, “Finally.”

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[serial-killers-hope]

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All of you are hungry for this type of content… it’s honestly amusing. Either way, I’ll give it to you. Enjoy. ~ DP

Happy Evenings With The Devil.

Enjoy.

You Never Cease To Amaze.

Ronin kept his eyes on you as you paced the room. Your chest practically aching from two weeks ago. But at least it was better than it was when you got the surgery. But you had to admit, Ronin had been the best partner in this situation.

He had helped you inject your T, supported you during your dysphoria days, turning off the lights in the bathroom for you when he knew as well. It was nice for a change how sweet he was being and how supportive he was this entire time. Even when you came out, all he did was laugh and say how silly it was for you to keep this from HIM out of all people. It was hilarious now that you thought of it…

Suddenly, you were snapped out of your thoughts by his voice.

“Hey, lay down. Jesus, you’re going to get hurt that way.”

You look over at him, brows furrowed as you nodded and made your way to bed. Laying down on your back with a satisfied groan and a soft hum.

“Thanks… I was kind of-“

“Spacing out? No shit. C’mon, let’s get you ready.”

You smile as he helps you take off your loose fitting shirt, eyeing your bandages with a look that screamed care and worry. When he didn’t find anything wrong with the compression bandages ( ones that he had put on simply thirty minutes ago ), he only nodded and laid you back down fully.

Ronin raised your head with another pillow, his eyes narrowing to see your expression and hummed in satisfaction when he noticed you were already drifting off.

“Fuckin’ adorable…”

He slid your blanket to cover you up, gently placing a kiss against your forehead with a soft expression.

“I love you my darlin’.”

[dreamwithlost]

AMORZINHO?

❝Era um namoro escondido dos seus amigos, mas uma gafe em um jantar revela o segredo❞

Jaemin x Reader

Gênero: Fluffy, comédia romântica

W.C: 1.9K

ᏪNotas: Acho que essa foi a coisa mais sessão da tarde que já escrevi! Bem, espero que gostem meus amores, me diverti escrevendo esse pedido, boa leitura ♡

Ps: Pq a cada pedido da Mika que passa, eu não propositalmente acabo fazendo uma estética mais fofa que a outra? 😭 Eu amo, confesso

Na casa antiga onde passou a infância, a atmosfera era sempre repleta de fantasia. Sua mãe lia histórias antes de dormir, e seu pai recitava versos ao pôr do sol, como um ritual sagrado. Cresceu cercada de romances, impressos nas paredes e guardados nas estantes empoeiradas daquele casal muquirana de literatura. Mas o que você jamais imaginou era que a primeira vez em que viveria algo digno dessas histórias seria com alguém tão próximo, alguém de seu círculo íntimo de amigos.

Enquanto se preparava para sair, seu celular vibrou com uma sequência de mensagens de Jaemin.

[01/08, 19:06] Gatinho ♡: Amor, tem certeza de que não quer que eu vá te buscar?

[01/09, 19:06] Gatinho ♡: Podemos andar juntos até a esquina do restaurante e depois nos separamos.

[01/09, 19:07] Gatinho ♡: Nossa, se separar na esquina é meio suspeito, né?

[01/09, 19:07] Gatinho ♡: Então depois da esquina.

As mensagens dele sempre a faziam sorrir. Olhou para a tela e, segurando o riso, respondeu. Estavam sendo cuidadosos, pois ainda não tinham revelado seu relacionamento para o restante do grupo de amigos — aqueles que agora iam encontrar para um jantar, num domingo gélido. Não que eles fossem brigar ou se opor, mas havia algo estranho em simplesmente chegar e dizer: "Ei, estamos juntos agora!". A ideia de se tornarem o "casal chaveirinho" do grupo era o suficiente para hesitar. Afinal, quem gosta do casalzinho do grupo?

Logo você chegou à fachada do restaurante. As luzes quentes das lâmpadas iluminavam os rostos familiares de Johnny, Jeno, e Nara, que acenaram entusiasmados, mesmo à distância. Esse hábito de cumprimentar exageradamente sempre causava estranheza em quem passava no meio e se questionava se o aceno era para a pessoa ou não.

Abraçou os amigos, beliscando Johnny, que nunca perdia uma chance de provocá-la. E então tentou ao máximo conter o impulso de correr para os braços de Jaemin, que também se aproximava. Foi estranho cumprimentá-lo sem um beijo, especialmente ao ver as madeixas recém-pintadas de azul balançando ao vento, combinando perfeitamente com a estética do restaurante, quase como uma cena de filme.

— Meu Deus, você nem contou que ia pintar o cabelo! — Nara exclamou, admirando o novo visual do amigo. Você, instintivamente, puxou a manga do casaco um pouco mais para baixo, escondendo os pequenos respingos de tinta azul que ainda estavam ali, um segredo silencioso de que você era a responsável por aquela transformação.

— Queria fazer surpresa — Jaemin respondeu, girando para mostrar o cabelo. — Curtiram?

— Tá um gatinho! — Você e Jeno elogiaram ao mesmo tempo, trocando olhares cúmplices logo depois.

— Que isso, elogiando meu homem? — Jeno brincou, fingindo indignação.

— Calma, calma, tem Jaemin pros quatro — O próprio entrou na brincadeira, se colocando entre você e Jeno, passando os braços pelos ombros de ambos enquanto começavam a entrar no restaurante.

Vocês riram, fingindo brigar, e logo Johnny e Nara se juntaram à confusão. Quando estavam juntos, era como invocar um furacão que bagunçava tudo, envolto de piadas e flertes. Agora, com Jaemin, essa dinâmica ficava ainda mais engraçada, pois ninguém ali imaginava que os elogios trocados entre vocês dois eram mais do que brincadeira.

Ao serem recebidos por um garçom, tentaram manter a compostura por miseros cinco segundos, seguindo-o até uma mesa próxima à grande janela de vidro. Sentaram-se confortavelmente nos estofados cinzas; Johnny e Jaemin de um lado, você, Nara e Jeno do outro. O restaurante era aconchegante, com paredes de madeira antiga, plantas penduradas e o cheiro irresistível da comida local. O ambiente envolvido com copos tilintando em brindes e risadas se espalhando pelas mesas ao redor.

A conversa fluía facilmente enquanto esperavam pelos pedidos. Discutiram o cotidiano da vida adulta, repetiram mil vezes a promessa de se encontrarem mais, falaram sobre novos interesses amorosos, até que um assunto, para seu desconforto, ganhou destaque assim que as refeições chegaram.

— E você, hein, Jae? — Johnny perguntou, passando o braço pelos ombros do amigo. — Nunca mais fofocou sobre nenhum lance, e olha que você era um verdadeiro garanhão!

Jaemin quase engasgou com a cerveja, forçando um riso.

— É verdade! Devíamos arranjar uma namoradinha pra ele. — Nara entrou na conversa, e você imediatamente a encarou. — Ele é o que tá há mais tempo na seca.

— Não, gente, que isso — Jaemin desconversou. — Tô muito bem com minha vida, tipo, muito bem. Amo minha vida. — Ele enfatizou, como um marido com culpa no cartório.

— Ah, qual é, logo você? — Jeno provocou. — E aquela boate? Aposto que você quer ir de novo.

Seu sorriso se esvaiu ao ouvir aquilo. Lenta e discretamente, você colocou seu copo na mesa, ergueu uma sobrancelha e, olhando diretamente para seu namorado secreto, perguntou:

— Boate?

— Ah! — Jaemin exclamou, rindo nervoso e batendo na mesa. — Qual foi, Jeno? A gente foi lá há tanto tempo atrás, tipo, muito tempo mesmo.

— Ué, mas não faz tanto tempo assim — Johnny retrucou.

— U-ué, óbvio que faz — Jaemin tentava manter o controle, embora o nervosismo estivesse claro. Não que você fosse uma namorada controladora, mas era insegura, e aquela conversa estava começando a incomodá-la. — Foi antes do parque de diversões, né?

Afinal, foi no parque de diversões que o romance de vocês começou.

— Ah, isso foi — Jeno finalmente concordou, mastigando um pedaço de frango frito.

— E você ainda tem o contato daquela garota? — Jhonny perguntou, com um tom casual.

— Uhhh, garota? — Nara segurou seu braço, animada com a fofoca. Você fingiu empolgação, mas seus olhos estavam fixos nas íris de Jaemin.

— O quê? Óbvio que não! — Jaemin negou rapidamente.

— Sério? Mas ela era tão a sua cara — Johnny lamentou.

— Nada a ver — Desconversou, desconfortável. — Nem salvei o contato dela. Não estava na vibe, até falei isso pra ela! Ela super entendeu.

— Nossa, do nada virou um cara decente? — Nara brincou, tentando abrir um sachê de maionese.

— Sempre fui — Jaemin respondeu, voltando a beber.

O foco no rapaz finalmente pareceu se dissolver, e outras vítimas do bullying amigável apareceram, sobrando para Nara e seus relacionamentos sempre conturbados. A garota lhe estendeu silenciosamente o maldito sachê, lhe pedindo com aqueles olhinhos brilhantes para que abrisse para ela. Você riu, um pouco mais tranquila com a história de Jaemin e voltando a achar graça daquilo tudo, era estranho não poder simplesmente dizer um "mas ele ta comigo agora" para as pessoas. Era estranho como sentia tanta vontade de reafirmar aquilo.

Talvez estivesse com medo de tudo. Jaemin parecia ter saído de uma das histórias que sua família tanto amava, poderia sumir de sua vista como um príncipe encantado a qualquer momento.

— Ai! — Você reclamou, distraída em seus pensamentos, quando acabou se machucando com o sachê de maionese.

— Meu Deus! — Jaemin exclamou, se levantando e inclinando o corpo para frente, segurando sua mão. Ele observou a pequena gota de sangue que se formou em seu polegar. — Tá tudo bem, amorzinho? — Perguntou, preocupado, uma das qualidades que a fez se apaixonar por ele. Quem não sonha com um homem tão atencioso?

— Estou bem — Você riu de si mesma. — Como consegui me machucar com isso?

— Já tá bêbada, é? — Jaemin brincou, ainda segurando sua mão. — Tem que tomar mais cuidado e...

Você parou de ouvir as palavras dele quando percebeu os olhares de seus amigos fixos em vocês, boquiabertos de surpresa.

— Amo... Jaemin — Você chamou, tentando trazê-lo de volta à realidade. — Jaemin — chamou de novo, apontando com a cabeça para a mesa.

— Oh — Ele murmurou, soltando suas mãos rapidamente e voltando a se sentar.

— Amorzinho? — Os três amigos perguntaram em coro.

Você respirou fundo, preparando-se para inventar uma desculpa, mas Jaemin a interrompeu.

— Sim — Ele confessou, olhando para você. — Chega, não tem por que mentir. — Suspirou. — Nós estamos juntos. — Ele estendeu a mão, buscando o seu toque novamente.

Você a segurou com um pouco de apreensão, temendo a reação do grupo.

— Ahhhh — Jeno foi o primeiro a falar, levantando o polegar. — Por isso você estava agindo como um homem casado com cinco filhos quando mencionamos a boate.

Nara e Johnny riram, começando a especular sobre vocês com o garoto.

— A gente só não queria contar por... — Jaemin começou, procurando as palavras certas, mas você completou:

— Por medo de como isso poderia mudar as coisas no grupo. — Sua voz saiu baixa, como um desabafo. — Vocês sabem como é... A gente não queria que ficasse estranho. Afinal...

— Ninguém gosta do casal do grupo — Todos disseram em uníssono.

— Vocês a gente pode suportar — Nara tranquilizou, erguendo as mãos e juntando os dedos em um quadrado, semelhante à uma câmera — Formam um casal bonitinho de ver.

Você e Jaemin trocaram olhares, um pouco surpresos. Talvez não tivessem sido tão discretos quanto pensavam. E um sorriso finalmente brotou em seu rosto, aliviando a tensão que sentia no peito.

— Mas não pensem que vão escapar de contar como isso aconteceu. Queremos todos os detalhes! — Nara completou.

— Tipo, todos — Johnny reforçou, erguendo uma sobrancelha de forma exagerada, arrancando risadas de todos na mesa.

Jaemin riu, relaxando na cadeira.

— Certo, certo. Vamos contar, mas... — ele começou a dizer, desviando o olhar para você. — Que tal começarmos pela parte em que eu derrubei tinta azul no cabelo dela?

As risadas ecoaram pela mesa, enquanto você corava ligeiramente, lembrando-se da bagunça que foi aquela noite. Agora, com os amigos ao redor, parecia muito mais fácil compartilhar esses momentos.

— Espera... foi você quem pintou o cabelo dele? — Nara perguntou, surpresa.

— Era pra ser um segredo... — Você respondeu, rindo.

— Eu sabia que só você teria coragem de deixar ele com esse visual todo "cool" — Jeno provocou, enquanto Jaemin fazia um gesto de agradecimento exagerado, como se estivesse sendo elogiado por sua performance em um grande filme.

Entre risadas e comentários descontraídos, o clima ficou ainda mais leve. A conversa fluía, e vocês finalmente puderam relaxar. Sentia-se aliviada, como se um peso tivesse sido tirado de seus ombros. Olhando para os amigos, percebeu o quanto eles significavam para você. Aquele grupo era sua família escolhida, e agora, com Jaemin ao seu lado, tudo parecia ainda mais completo.

Porém, Johnny, sempre dramático, resolveu roubar a cena.

— Só vamos colocar um limite de quantos "amorzinhos" podem ser soltos no dia, se não eu vou — ele ponderou por um segundo, e com uma expressão exagerada de tristeza, afundou o rosto na mesa, fingindo um choro sofrido. — Chorar, meu Deus, como eu sou sozinho!

As risadas ecoaram novamente, mas havia uma ponta de verdade na brincadeira no rapaz de luzes. Jeno, sempre o amigo solidário, esticou-se para bater no ombro do mesmo, dizendo:

— Calma, Johnnyzinho, eu namoro com você, agora que essa baranga roubou meu namorado.

Mais uma vez, todos caíram na gargalhada. O alívio que sentiu ao ver que seus amigos estavam não só aceitando, mas também celebrando seu relacionamento com Jaemin, foi imenso. A partir daquele momento, a noite seguiu com ainda mais leveza, brincadeiras e histórias, cada um dos amigos fazendo questão de garantir que aquele jantar fosse memorável.

Você mais uma vez segurou a mão de Jaemin sobre a mesa, e ele a apertou de volta, sorrindo para você com aquele brilho nos olhos que fez seu coração acelerar.

Se sentiu assim, como em um dos romances que jurava não existir na realidade, mas lá estava você, com o amor de sua vida e seus amigos, em um sorriso de orelha a orelha. Haveria noite mais clichê do que essa?

[firemenenthusiast]

okay so uh hiii, first off I just wanna say you're writing is top tier, I consider you one of the best writers for Archie's characters, keep up the good work 🩷 ! second off all, the jann fic where he calls the reader mama has plagued my mind for DAYS, like literal brain rot I swear (in a good way tho lol). like I even went on character.ai and got him to call me mama on there like I'm truly down atrocious for subby jann because of you, you must've unlocked something in my brain or something 😭😭.

i don't know exactly if I'm doing this right so if I'm not just let me know and ill try to redo it but i was wondering I could make a request for you to write a few drabbles (if that's the right term, probably not) about casual dominance with subby jann please 👉🏾👈🏾, like not all of them have to be sexual, but best believe I'll have no issue with that lmao. again, I've never done this before so if it's like shitty, all over the place, and makes no sense I apologize 😭. I know you have a couple fics and stuff queued up and other things keeping you busy so no rush or anything.

domestic sub!jann

he’s a subby man, even casually. here’s some domestic headcannons of my little whiskers meow meow jann mardenborough (gt movie)

a/n: thank you anon for your kind words and request ! SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG 😭🙏🏻 i hope this is what you imagined when writing the ask :] also jann calling reader mama was stuck in my head until i actually wrote it. and i WILL do it again

- let’s start off by agreeing on the fact that jann is the clingy one in your relationship

- he’s a busy man, especially at the height of his career so whenever he’s home, he just wants to rest his head on your lap in front of the tv

- he NEEDS you to run your fingers through his hair, or gently caressing the back of his head or he’ll take matters into his own hands

- and by that i mean he will grab your hand and place them in his hair himself, but sometimes you just want to tease him. you would constantly pull your hand away each time he’d grab it and he would whine until you give up

- jann’s a snuggler cuddler. he would snuggle himself in your chest whenever you guys cuddle eventho he’s so much bigger than you. he doesn’t care, he just needs to be wrapped snuggly by your arms in your embrace

- jann does silly things at home with you, including opening his mouth at you whenever you eat together, asking you to feed him. then when you actually do he’ll chew his food with a smile that squints his eyes

- other silly things he does is INSISTING on brushing your teeth together after waking up. you’d be getting out of the bed when he’s still chilling around and he would SCRAMBLE out of the duvets to follow your back, like a puppy

- while on the topic, he really acts closely to a puppy around you

- you getting up to go get something from the fridge ? he’ll go: “where are you going ?”

- you pulling his head off your lap to go to the toilet for a moment ? he’ll go: “where are you going ?”

- if you’re slipping on your coat with the trash in your hand at the door ? he’ll go: “im coming with you”

- he knows that you’ll just make him go himself if he offers to carry it so he wouldn’t take the trash off your hand until AFTER you’ve reached the end of the hallway, before the elevator. just so he could go on that little walk with you

- you’ve never felt annoyed or irritated with him, you’ve grown accustomed to his clinginess. if anything you’re happy that he is the way he is cuz it’s not often that he’s home because his busy schedule

- he SO would beg you to play GT with him. he even bought you your own racing wheel and display, and built your whole set up in your favourite colour just so you could play with him

- you guys have your own racing room just sophisticatedly equipped with both of your set ups, a frickin fridge and a crazy sound system.

- he actually uses the sim a lot to practise, and would follow you around the house, watching you do stuffs that you told him you’re going to be busy for that you wont be able to race with him, until you’re done. THEN only he would be willing to practise happily

- if he’s feeling extra clingy ? he’d ask you to sit on his lap, facing him, just clinging onto him like a koala bear while he races

- you’re his first ever serious girlfriend, so he really cherishes you every second he could. scenario of you breaking up with him flashes before his eyes whenever you’re upset

- ego ? dont know her. he’s willing to kneel and kiss at your knees, begging for forgiveness while you sit on the couch, clearly upset with something he’d done

- most of the time it’s just you being jealous of him entertaining his fangirls, him taking selfies with them, sometimes they’re pressed up too close to him

- you love that he’s nice to them, and that he’s loved by many, but you couldn’t help but feeling jealous

- he knows you’d be, so right after the crowd dissipates he’s quick to go to you, pulling at your folded arms.

- “are you mad at me ?” “no”

- then he would rest his head at the crook of your shoulder until you give in

- jann’s also really sulky. he doesn’t really show it, but you’ll know. he’s not the type of person to be giving you the silent treatment when he’s sulking but you’ll notice he’s distracted. he would still do things with you or for you, just quietly

- sulking jann would include avoiding eye contact. jann is generally quite shy with other people, but with you he’ll make eye contact all the time. he would smile and just look into your eyes until you blush, then he’d chuckle. so when he’s struggling to maintain eye contact with you, you know something’s upsetting him

- you know how i mentioned he follows you everywhere ? so that also applies to when you go shopping for clothes. he’s your personal hype-men, a functional one at that too

- he’s not that type of boyfriend that just waits outside the store, just waiting for you to be done. if anything he’s more excited to walk into your favourite stores than you 😭 cuz he knows there’d be new clothing line that you’d want to try on

- he gives legit opinions too, he knows what type of clothes you like, the materials, the cuttings, you would be hearing him say things like: “that looks pretty but are you comfortable?” cuz he notices it’s made with material that you don’t like

- when it’s his turn to buy clothes he lives for your eyes, and your eyes only. you have a vision in mind for the clothes or outfits that you think would make him look cute, so you’d assemble an outfit at the store for him to try on. he’s not picky, he’ll get anything that you say makes him look handsome.

- guys im genuinely tweaking i need him to be my boyfriend

- both of you have your own careers so sometimes his racing schedule clashes with your work, but it doesn’t happen often

- when you actually have a very important thing to attend for your work, and he has a race on the same day, he’ll get really sad that you’re not gonna be cheering him on, or that you’re not gonna be there when he’s done

- you try to finish your work as soon as possible when he has a race, to come to his racing venue. you mostly work remotely, so you’d just finish your work in the hotel room before going to see him. you’re his emotional support, and he’d be really happy if you get to watch him on the track.

- one time he’d been informed that you wouldn’t be there because of work, and he was really sad, pouting his lips, shoulders dropped and all (he’s dramatic like that) but he’s understanding of your work, so he went and raced the best he could so he would get to tell you all about it after you got home

- unbeknownst of him, you finished early that day and were able to catch him on the track. when he got out of the car he noticed your face on the track displays, watching him from the vip viewing area, cheering him on.

- he was quick to take out all his comms wires to go see you, meeting you halfways as you were also running to go see him

- he’s a whole golden retriever puppy boyfriend, who becomes really subby in bed, whining and whimpering underneath you <3

[sushirrrry]

EXECUTIVE.

a one shot — tomorrow, 8pm EST.

(ceo/assistant, he falls first AND hard, smut smut smut)

available on wp and tumblr. keep your notifications on!

🤍📆💼✨🔥

[myhaikyuuacademia]

Hey May i have a scenario of OPLA Sanji encouraging a female reader who's introverted and lacks confidence into following their dreams

yes, you may! Here you go~

Dreams | Sanji x reader (OPLA)

[Request] Summary: Sanji encouraging you to follow your dreams A/N: he's such a sweetheart. It's a bit short sorry!

It started when the strawhats declared their dreams. Everyone, one after one declared their big dreams and ambitions, but when it was your turn, you weren’t sure. It felt stupid to say, but you felt compelled to tell them something, anything, to alleviate the feeling of stares and uncomfortable silence. “um. I guess. I guess my dream is to find my dream?” You fumbled with the hem of your shirt and avoided their eyes. Already then you felt the burning of Sanjis eyes on you. “Don’t worry about it darling, we’ll surely figure something out.” He said with his signature drawl. “Yeah!” Luffy chimed in enthusiastically, pumping up his fist. You just nodded slightly, wanting this to be over and done with.

Ever since that day, Sanji has been, well, pestering you. You expected this from Luffy, who was so unbelievably passionate about personal dreams, but in the end it was Sanji who disturbed you every single time without fail while you were trying to read or do some mindless tasks to keep you occupied on the ship. Like right now for instance. Even on the crow’s nest where you’d tried to escape and find peace from him for once, he’d found you, nose buried in your journal. He grinned at you, arms folded over the edge of the reeling and his head atop them. He’d been chipping away at you bit by bit and that smug little bastard knew it. “Hello Darling.” He purred. “Found you.” Ignoring the way your stomach fluttered you put down your book and scrunched up your face. “Hi Sanji…” He just smirked at your less than enthusiastic tone. Effortlessly he got up and swung first one of his legs and then the other to join you inside the small, enclosed space. Slowly you lowered the journal and closed it, leaving it to rest in your lap. “Why you hiding, gorgeous?” Sanji asked after he settled in next to you, legs crossed. It still made you very flustered whenever he called you a pet name, but he did it so often, that you slowly got used to it. And he did it with other girls too, so that made you calm down more as well. It was just a thing he did, you told yourself. “You know why.” He rolled his eyes, grinning. “Aw come on sugar.” You refused to meet his eyes and instead kept them trained on your lap where you were playing with the pen in your hands. “You still have no idea what it is you want in life?” His voice was gentler this time, trying to coax a reply out of you. “No… I kinda do.” You admitted finally. It just seemed so unattainable you didn’t even know why you should bother, so you kept quiet once you figured it out. “Then what’s the problem?” He was being so sweet, it made it hard to resist doing whatever he wanted you to. But you really didn’t want to tell him and have him get your hopes up. “Nothing, just forget about it.” You sat in silence for a few moments, when he reached out to put a finger under your chin, guiding your face towards his, to make you look at him. “Come on, tell me.” He said softly, removing his finger slowly when you didn’t turn to look away again.  “It’s…”  you started, hesitant. “I mean. It’s not like I can accomplish it anyway. So it doesn’t matter, y’know?” Even though you didn’t turn to look away again, your eyes had trouble staying on his as you confessed your lack of confidence to him and they flitted from place to place to avoid eyecontact. “What are you talking about?” He almost seemed offended. “You don’t think you can do it? Darling, you’re extraordinary! Why are you doubting yourself?” Your cheeks burned and you bit your lips in a nervous habit, still avoiding looking directly into his eyes. “no no no, this won’t do. Come on.” Sanji stood up and held out his hand for you. You took it hesitantly and gentleman he was, he helped you stand up. “You, sweetheart, can do anything. Especially something as important as following your dreams. And if you can’t believe in yourself I will believe in you twice as hard.” His hand was still holding yours and he gave it a squeeze. “If you don’t think you can do it alone, I will help you, hell, the whole team will. We have your back.” He was saying it so emphatically, like he believed every single word. “From the bottom of my heart, I truly think you can achieve anything you set your mind to.” It made it hard not to believe him too, even if just a little bit, for now. Feeling yourself get emotional you tried to lighten the situation and rolled your eyes playfully while you pulled your hand out of his. “Man, you’re a really good cheerleader aren’t you.” Mock-annoyance in your voice as you sniffled, trying to get rid of the tears that were almost on their way. “Only for you.” He winked with a grin. “I mean it though.” You knew he did.

He was still by your side every day after that, cheering you on and helping you to believe in yourself.

[cinemastyles-backup]

Golden

Summary: Harry invites y/n to where they're filming his Golden music video and things get steamy

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, semi public sex, fingering, unprotected sex, fluffy filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

HS1 HARRY

I look around, still in the most absolute awe about where Harry brought me.

Amalfi Coast in Italy.

It's absolutely beautiful, but I gotta say, there's just one things that absolutely tops it.

And that's Harry.

I rest my chin in my hands as I watch Harry lean up against some rocks for some photos. His arms are crossed and he's wearing this adorable yellow hat with floral print pants.

He looks amazing. Tanned and tattooed. The sun gleaming on him at just the right angles, fuck.

He gets me so turned on without even trying, and he knows it too.

He glances over at me and smirks slightly. He gives me a thumbs up and tilts his head. I nod and smile, giving him a thumbs up back.

He smiles and goes back to looking at the camera, glancing over at me every once and a while.

Eventually, they wrap up the photo session, and Harry walks over to me, "Hey."

"Hey." I stand up and look up at him, "How was your shoot?"

He smiles and shrugs, "Good." He holds his hand out, "I want to show you something."

I take his hand, "Okay." I smile and look down at my hand in his, "Where are we going?"

He looks over at me and smiles, "Just come on."

Harry never let's go of my hand once the whole time we talk to where he's taking me.

"Here we are." He motions, "This was one of the spots I shot my video at and the whole time.." he chuckles slightly, "I kept thinking about bringing you here."

I smile and I can feel my cheeks getting red, "Oh, wow. It's.." I look out at the gorgeous colored water, "It's beautiful." He steps in front of me, "I knew you'd like it."

I look up at him and he cups my cheeks, "Thank you for coming with me."

I lay a hand on his, "I wouldn't have missed this for anything."

He leans in and gently presses his lips to mine, "Want to go for a swim?"

I nod, "Yes."

He takes off his pants, surprisingly having short on underneath, "Smart." I say with a laugh as I lift my tank top over my head.

His eyes flicker over my body and up to my eyes, "Yeah, well, with shooting here and there. I just-" He laughs, "I guess it was smart."

I kick my shorts off and cross my arms over my stomach, my insecurities getting the best of me. Harry walks over and gently touches my arms with his hands, "You don't ever have to cover up around me."

He kisses my forehead and gently pulls my arms away, "You're absolutely stunning, love."

I let my arms drop and I smile shyly, "Thank you." I whisper quietly.

He tilts my chin up and kisses my lips, "Are you afraid of heights?"

I tilt my head, "Huh?"

"Have you ever been cliff jumping?" He continues to stare at me and I slowly shake my head, "No."

"Do you want to?"

I nod my head, trying my best to not show how scared shitless I just got.

He tilts his head, "Are you sure? We do-"

I cut him off, "No I want to." I laugh slightly, "I've always wanted to." He kisses my head and grabs my hand, "Well only go to the small jump first."

He leads me up the path to the first cliff and I slowly look over, "This is a small jump?"

He laughs slightly and shrugs, "Yeah, I guess so."

I take a deep breathe and grip his hand tighter, "Can you jump with me?" He nods and pulls me close to him, "Of course I can. Whenever you're ready, y/n."

I close my eyes and take a deep breathe again, "Okay."

"When we jump, keep your legs straight, okay?" He walks me up to the edge and interlocks his fingers with mine, "You can do it! I'll be right there with you."

I smile and nod, "One, two, three, jump. Okay?"

"Okay. You count off."

I start to count and next thing I know I'm in the air, going down to the water. I let out a scream and hold my breathe before we hit the water.

I start to panic because i let go of Harry's hand and now I can't find him.

I come up to the surface and calm down, spinning in circles looking for Harry.

He swims up behind me and wraps and arm around my waist, "Hey. Hey. I'm right here."

I spin around and wrap my arms around his neck, "That was.. exhilarating." I laugh, "I can't believe I did that."

He smiles at me, "You sure did, come on let's go to the more shallow end." He swims us over to the rocks and stands up, the water just below his shoulders.

"Thank you for making me do that." I swim closer to him, "I wouldn't have done that if you weren't with me."

He smiles and holds his arm out, "You did it." I walk over to him and he lifts me off the ground, his arm tight around my waist.

I bite my lip and gently trace his tattoos on his arm, "You know.." I look up at him and he slowly looks over at me, "What?"

"We could.. go back to the hotel.. and you can help me relieve all the sexual frustration you caused me today."

"Sexual frustration?" He smirks, "I was just-"

"Exactly." I glance up at him and slowly slide my hand across his chest, "Seeing you.. be you.. it's enough for me t-"

He pushes his lips against mine, kissing me with passion. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

He slides a hand down between our bodies and slips it into my suit bottoms, his finger toys with my clit and I gasp against his lips.

He walks us up and sets me down. He lays his pants out for me to lay on, "Here so the rocks don't scratch your back."

I smile and lean up to kiss him. I sit down and he leans down, slowly laying me back as he moves above me, "That okay?"

I nod and cup his face, "Perfect."

He bites his lip and his hand goes back down to slip inside my suit bottoms, sliding his two fingers up and down my slit.

I bite my lip and close my eyes, moaning as he slips them inside. I arch my back and grip his arm as he slowly pumps them in and out, "That feel good?" He asks lowly.

I open my eyes and nod, "Yes." I breathe out, "So good."

He leans down and kisses my neck, I search for the hand of his shorts and untie them. I slip my hand in and gently squeeze his cock.

Quiet groans escape Harry's lips, "Fuck."

I gasp and clench around his fingers, "H-Harry."

He nods, "Go ahead, baby."

I cum around his fingers and dig my heels into the rock below me, "Shit."

He takes his fingers out and brings them up to my lips. Before he says anything, I wrap my lips around them and he watches in awe.

He pulls them out and reaches down to slip my bottoms off. I take my hand from his shorts and lift myself up slightly. He sets them aside and takes his shorts off, getting back on top of me

"I don't have anything, do you still want to?" He asks looking at me.

I nod, "It'll be okay." I smile, "I trust you."

He nods and positions himself. He moans as he slides inside of me. I gasp and dig my nails into his arm, "Fuck, Harry."

He leans down and kisses me as he thrusts slowly, "You feel so good." He whispers, "You look so beautiful."

I smile and bite my lip as I wrap and arm around his neck, enjoying every second of how good Harry makes me feel.

Our lips move in sync as he slides his cock in and out, in and out.

We share moans and gasps and I whimper as I can feel him fucking me to my orgasm. I moan and tangle my fingers in his hair.

He moans as I tug, "Shit, y/n."

I clench around him and I let out a loud moan. His thrust become slower before he pulls out, releasing onto my stomach.

He pants and shakes his head, "Fuck."

I lay there, trying to calm myself down as my chest rapidly rises and falls.

Sex with Harry is always great, but that, that was more.

"Here, you can just use these." He picks up the other pant leg and gently wipes my stomach off. I grab him before he goes to pull away and I press my lips against his, "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For loving me the way you do."

He smiles and brushes hair from my face, "You don't have to thank me for that." He kisses me and hands me my bottoms, "Let's go back to the hotel."

He winks and I smile, knowing that it's going to be a long, but love filled night.

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[n0vazsq]

you best believe i’m sending you a req again🤪

oscar piastri fluff??/!!/&:)

if we’re being specific.. soft launch during an interview 🫣

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[xdirtyxlittlexgirl]

Through it all

Pairing: Henry Cavill X Reader

Summary: You unexpectedly get your period and this is the first time you've made a mess in front of him.

Warning: Fluff, mention of blood, a little angst

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You wake up in the middle of the night, feeling a dull ache in your lower abdomen. As you shift in bed, you feel something wet and sticky beneath you. Your heart sinks as you realize what it is you've started your period, and you've made a mess. You glance over at your long-term boyfriend Henry, who is sound asleep beside you. You were just praying to God, hoping the bed is fine because it was completely embarrassing to wake him up, in the middle of the night, just so you could clean up the mess. Safe to say you were completely mortified.

Carefully, so as not to disturb Henry, you peel off your now heavy body off of the bed, only to see that you've left a dark stain on the sheets. You feel a wave of embarrassment and shame wash over you. You've never made a mess like this while living with Henry, and you don't know how he's going to react. He's been really supportive with your periods before, but having to wake up in the middle of the night to a pool of blood, isn't the most pleasing sight, and can easily upset anyone.

With a broken back and racing heart you head to the bathroom. As you begin to clean yourself up, the cramps in your lower abdomen intensify, and you wince in pain. Periods have always been hard on you. You felt like throwing up, your boobs pained, and most of all your abdomen felt like it's been punched every second. You try to be as quiet as possible, but a small groan escapes your lips. You don't want to wake Henry up, but you're struggling with the pain.

After a few minutes, you emerge from the bathroom, feeling a little more composed. That's when you notice that the bed is empty, and made? The spot is gone? You're baffled only to feel your heart sink once more. Henry must have gotten up while you were in the bathroom. You feel a pang of guilt and shame overtake your mind. Fuck. He must have seen the mess and decided to take care of it. This was totally, completely, and truly embarrassing and all you could do now was think of how you would face him.

As you sit on the edge of the bed, trying to figure out what to do next, you hear footsteps coming up the stairs. Henry appears in the doorway, carrying a mug of steaming tea. "Hello beautiful." he says as he places the tea on the bedside table and leans in to kiss your head.

All you did in response was to panic and start to babble apologies. "I'm so sorry, Henry, I didn't mean to make a mess like this. I know it's gross and embarrassing, and I don't want you to have to clean it up." He sits beside you and takes your hand and looks at you with concern. "Hey hey honey, it's okay," he says gently. "This is a natural thing that happens to women, and it's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm here to help you." You feel a lump form in your throat as you try to hold back your tears. Henry's kindness and understanding made you feel so grateful and relieved.

"I'm just so sorry," you say, your voice shaking. "I feel so embarrassed that you had to clean up after me." He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. You can see the concern in his eyes. "Don't be sorry, baby girl. I love you, and I'm happy to take care of you when you need it. Now, let me help you get comfortable."

He reaches for the tea and hands it to you, and you take a sip, feeling the warmth spread through your body. Henry goes to the closet and pulls out a pair of warm socks and puts them on you, followed by tucking you in bed. He leans in and kisses your lips tasting the jasmine tea he made you. "You're mine, and I get to take care of you through it all." he said and takes the now empty mug from you and places it on the nightstand. "Am I making myself clear princess?" he asked lifting your chin up a little so you'd look at him. You can see the love in his eyes and it just warms you so much. You just simply nod and he leans in to kiss your forehead. He gives you a long kiss before tucking you in with blankets once again.

Before you could ask him to join you in bed, he disappears into the kitchen again, returning a few moments later with a hot water bottle and a small box of chocolates. "Here, this will help with the cramps," he says, placing the hot water bottle on your lower abdomen. You sigh with relief as the warmth soothes your pain. It's surprising how much he is aware about everything despite growing up with brothers.

"Thank you so much baby." you say and pull the blanket away a little to make space for him. As you nibble on a chocolate, Henry climbs into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. "Anytime princess." he adds and chuckles when you stuff a chocolate in his mouth too.

He cuddles up to you, his warm embrace easing your pain. You feel another wave of cramps hit you as you as you close your eyes and moan a little. "Fuck." you breath out hoping for it to get better. Before you know it you can feel him massaging your lower back, "I know it hurts, babygirl. Let me help you feel better."

You close your eyes and sink into the sensation of his gentle touch, your heart filled with love and appreciation for him. As he massages your back, he says, "You know right, I love you no matter what? And I will always be here for you, even during times like this. You don't have to suffer alone. Just tell me how to make you feel better." he says kissing your temple repeatedly.

You feel your heart turn a little heavy at his words. How did you get so lucky? You held back your tears a little. You wouldn't be this emotional normally, it was all heightened because of the hormones. "I love you too, Henry. Thank you for being so understanding and taking care of me." you say softly. "Trust me, it is my pleasure princess." he adds and chuckles giving you another soft kiss. As he continues to massage you, you feel the pain slowly start to subside. You feel relaxed and at ease, comforted by the warmth of his love and the tenderness of his touch. Eventually, you drift off to sleep, feeling grateful for the love and support of the amazing man lying beside you.

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[sh4wty18]

song about me.

VERY loosely inspired by 'song about me' by tv girl.

pairing: johnnie guilbert x reader

summary: over a month after your breakup, johnnie writes a song about you. upon listening to it, you decide to confront him.

cw: angst, fluff, language

word count: 1.9k + edited

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Your best friend eagerly asks, “Have you heard it?” over the phone, to which you reply, “have I heard what, exactly?”

“Johnnie’s new song… it’s totally about you!” she clarifies.

You scoff, “There’s no way it’s about me, girl.”

You had broken up with Johnnie over a month ago. After nearly a year and a half of dating, you’d finally grown tired of his constant workload. It wasn’t his being busy that bothered you, it was the excuses he used. Every time you’d ask to hang out, he’d surely have some type of excuse as to why he couldn’t. Your entire relationship hadn’t been like this, either, which made his sudden change in behavior even more confusing and frustrating. The excuses and avoidance had only begun in the final three months of your relationship. You had tried to communicate with him, you’d asked him countless times what was wrong, if you’d done something to upset him, or how you could help him if he was struggling. He never opened up. He’d offer you one of his recycled excuses each time, “Nothing’s wrong babe, I just need to be alone tonight.” or “Not tonight, I’m too tired.” or “I’ve been busy all day, I can’t handle company right now.” Same excuse, different wording. 

After three months of this constant battle, and an inability to get through to him, you finally decided to break things off. At least you couldn’t say you didn’t try. You had tried more than anything to make it work with Johnnie. When you’d first gotten together, you were sure he was the one. Evidently, things changed, although you hadn’t wanted them to. 

“No girl, it’s definitely about you. Like… he’s down bad. You need to listen to it right now.” your best friend continues, “don’t you still miss him?”

“Ha! No. But I’ll listen to it and let you know what I think,” you lie through your teeth. Of course you still missed him. You loved him more than anyone, and breaking up with him was the hardest thing you’ve ever done. But it was necessary, and it was the right thing to do. The relationship was becoming unhealthy– for both of you. You loved Johnnie, and still do, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t need to grow as a person. You figured you needed to grow too. 

You had told him the day you broke up with him that you’d always appreciate your time together, and that if the two of you were meant to be, you trusted the universe to bring you back together. He had only nodded, as silent tears dampened his cheeks. That was the last thing you’d said to him. You left him there, alone in his bedroom after that. It was your biggest regret.

He hadn’t reached out since then, so you assumed he’d moved on, and you were trying to do the same. It wasn’t working. Nothing did. You missed him. You missed him like the sun misses the moon, like how the sea longs for the sand, you missed him day and night. You missed him at work, at the bar with your friends, you missed him in your dreams. It was an all encompassing heartbreak. You hoped you hid it well. 

“You totally miss him…” your best friend said knowingly. “It’s okay, I get it. You thought he was the love of your life, it sucks! And it’s only been a month! No one, like, expects you to be fine.” 

You exhale, “Thanks…” not knowing what else to say, “I’ll talk to you later.” 

After hanging up, you click on the Spotify icon and type Johnnie’s name into the search bar. 

LATEST RELEASE:

Losing You ⏺ Single

You press play, and are instantly met with a soft melody, most likely played on his acoustic guitar, with some added background instrumentals. Upon listening to the lyrics, you can tell the song is definitely about you.

And I understand why you left, it was for the best.

But did you even care? Or was I just too much to bare?

I’m standing at the edge of a cliff, will we ever heal the rift?

Now I’m stitching up my wounds, but what I really need is you.

Hot tears sting your eyes. The song was beautiful, but hurt you. Suddenly you realize that you can’t keep pretending to be fine anymore. Maybe, you decided, it was time to go talk to him.

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You knock on Jake, Johnnie, and Carrington’s door, half expecting one of the other two to answer, but you noticed upon arrival that Jake’s car was absent from the driveway. At least you could have some privacy during your confrontation, you supposed. 

To your surprise, Johnnie answered on the second knock. 

He jolts back a couple inches, shock washing over his face, “Hi…” 

“Hi. Can I come in?” You ask.

He hesitates, taking all of you in, eyes wandering up and down your body. He hasn’t seen you in over a month, and he wanted to refresh his memory of every curve, every freckle, every loose strand of hair. He had missed your body, but more than anything, he missed you. All of you. “Yeah, sure, of course,” he responds. 

“Thanks,” you mumble. 

You step inside, taking him in as well. His tattoos, some of which you didn’t recognize, his hair swept in front of his face, his makeup, everything. He looked good, you’d almost forgotten how handsome he was. You also took in the house that you knew so well. Being inside it again was like visiting your own grave. 

“Can we go upstairs?” You ask.

“Sure…” Johnnie responds, furrowing his eyebrows nervously. You hated seeing him like this, nervous and unsure of himself. You wanted to make him feel good again, you hoped it wasn’t too late, (even though you were kind of mad at him too).

You both sit awkwardly on the edge of his bed after he closes and locks his door to offer you both some privacy. 

“So… what’s up?” He asks.

“What do you think is up, Johnnie?” You ask, trying to maintain your composure. “You wrote a song about me, without asking. You aired our dirty laundry out for EVERYONE to hear. You made it seem like I left you stranded?! What the fuck?” 

“You DID leave me stranded! It just wasn’t your fault! I was in a super dark place during the last bit of our relationship. Those last three months were hell. I was going through it, like super depressed and shit. But instead of being a grown ass adult and confiding in you like a normal boyfriend would, I pushed you away. Our breakup was all my fault. You left me stranded because I gave you no choice.” 

“I’m so sorry that you were going through that alone, Johnnie. But it wasn’t my responsibility to save you. And believe me, I tried.” 

“I never said it was.” Johnnie says with a hurt look on his face. 

“Yeah, but you pushed me away so much, you made me feel like you didn’t love me anymore. And it’s so hard watching the person you love most suffer and knowing there’s nothing you can do to save them. Knowing that no matter what I did, you’d refuse me. ME. The one person you’re supposed to trust more than anyone. It was fucking exhausting Johnnie. Emotionally and physically. I couldn’t fucking eat, I couldn’t sleep, all I did was worry about you. And deep down I knew you needed to do it alone. Even though it hurt me more than anything to leave you.” 

“I'm so sorry I put you through that. I know I was shit. I am shit. But I’m trying, y/n. I’m really fucking trying. I’m seeing a therapist again, trying to get out more. I wrote that song because it was cathartic. I’m sorry I crossed a line.” 

“Thank you, Johnnie, but you’re not shit. You’re actually one of the best people I’ve ever met. That’s why it hurts so badly to see you like that. You deserve better, you deserve happiness and love and everything you’ve ever wanted. You’re worth it. And the song was really pretty by the way… I love it. Yeah, I was pissed you wrote it without my permission but I think it was just ‘cause I knew everything you said in it was true. It’s beautiful,” You respond, standing up and pulling him up by his hand. You wrap your arms around his waist in the biggest, tightest hug you’ve ever given him. You missed the way his body molded into yours. He held your body against his, neither of you wanting to let go. 

Johnnie is the first to break away, but only to gaze down at you lovingly. 

“What is it?” You ask, as it’s evident he has something he wants to say. “You know you can still tell me anything, right?”

“It’s just… I didn’t just write the song for catharsis. I wrote it because I couldn’t wait for the universe anymore,” he says, avoiding eye contact with you.

“What?” You ask, slightly caught off guard. Of course, you knew exactly what he was referring to, but you wanted to hear him say it. 

“The day you broke up with me, the last thing you said to me was that if we were meant to be you trusted the universe to bring us back together. I don’t need the universe to tell me you’re the love of my life, I already know it. Y/n, I would die for you. I would lose everything for you. You’re the one. I took you for granted before and I never, ever wanna put you through that again. You deserve the world, and I fucked everything up. I totally understand if you walk out that door and never look back but I couldn’t let you leave without telling you that you’re the person I think about every night as I’m falling to sleep and every morning when I wake up. It’s always gonna be you for me.” He stops, gazing into your eyes. Your expression is unreadable, mostly because you’re too stunned to say anything back. “Say something please, or I’m gonna-”

You cut him off, pressing your lips to his on your tiptoes. He pulls you in tighter by your waist, while your hands fly up to tangle in his hair. He rotates your bodies and pushes you back onto the bed, before straddling you, your kiss getting messier by the second. 

Johnnie breaks away, tears staining his cheeks, “I’m sorry.” He whispers.

You caress his cheek with your palm, drying his tears, “It’s okay, baby.” 

He gently presses his lips to your forehead, cheeks, jaw, neck, hands, anywhere he can reach, breathing out, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” between each kiss. 

You pull his head up to gaze up at him, and he still looks indescribably pained. “Hey,” you pull his head to yours to kiss his forehead, “I never stopped loving you, and I never will. You mean everything to me. Whatever comes next, promise me you’ll always confide in me. Even when you’re scared. Even when you feel like shit. Even when it’s hard. We can’t promise to never hurt each other again, because that’s bound to happen. But can we promise to always communicate with each other?”

“Of course, baby. God, you’re so fucking good to me.” He lays down next to you and holds your neck with one hand, tilting your head towards his. Your noses brush together and you both exhale a sigh of relief. You’d never leave each other again.

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