#oversharing hours maybe a little

[elisedonut]

#2 and #21 for the fandom ask game, please!

Hello! thank you for asking!

OT3

ive already mentioned the big two on the last question so ill just talk about some other ones

I think it's fun to throw random characters into Flintley or Perciver as well as any combo of The Headboy and his Captains (so like any combo of Percy with the quidditch captains of his 7th year)

Like I have a random Perciver+Colin fic that's going to come out on one of these days for MicroficMay

When i first got into Percy I would think about Remus/Percy/Draco pretty often specifically in a soulmate au scenario though

Go onto your AO3. Which ship have you written for the most? The least? Does this correspond to who you consider your "favourite?"

Top Three (after excluding podfics

Marcus Flint/Percy Weasley (7)

Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood (4)

Stan Shunpike/Percy Weasley (4)

and alot of ties for last place

Fleur Delacour/Percy Weasley (1)

Lavender Brown/Fleur Delacour (1)

Lavender Brown/Luna Lovegood (1)

Ernie Macmillan/Percy Weasley (1)

Dudley Dursley/Percy Weasley (1)

Lavender Brown/Undisclosed (1)

Harry Potter/George Weasley (1)

Honestly overall I do think it's fairly accurate? just made me realise how many different things I write though like out of 58 atm the top spot only has seven??

Flinley being on top does make sense though I do love them

Perciver could be lower and probs will be in time but I do still love them as long as I'm not the one writing them dakhfsk

Other people do them a lot more justice then I do so I tend to put more energy towards ships that if i want to see I have to write myself other then in the weirdo scenarios they have a tendency to feel more like a chore to write for me i've noticed

I think because my brain focuses too much on the numbers and is like "If you write this well it might shoot to the top of your kudos list, it could be your Harry/George fic all over again and you know it so just don't do it it will just make you sad" so i just don't do it

So I have to be in a very very specific mood and head space to actually write them otherwise i go from :D to :c real quick

Stercy yeah that makes sense they were the first ship I ever wrote so they just keep coming back <3 and i do love them alot

anyway

on the other end

yeah checks out I have a lot of ships i've only explored once some I want to go back too and some I know by the end of the month won't be at only one and others still that i'm just yeah ok I think i've gotten that out of my system about

[bohnerrific69]

BOO 👻JUMPSCARE 👹

FUCKKK finally!!! the last fanfic i finished AND posted public was about a bts shipp in 2020 😭

[desperatepleasures]

oh no it's theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

unexpected urge to cry!

[lewkwoodnco]

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[6mayhem]

anyway i need to hang out with my brother again he is the one person who i am pretty sure knows literally everything about me so he's the only person i trust that i can absolutely not disappoint. nothing i can do could be worse than the sum of everything i've been doing to that poor man (and him to me) the past 19 years

[digitalcarcrash]

erm actually it is a gay porno,,,, so

the passenger is so interesting to me because like. it's so obvious that those boys had some weird bdsm shit going on there. but i am not even joking when i say when i watched it for the first time it Legitimately felt like i was watching porn. like i got more flustered and embarrassed watching the passenger then i have watching Real Actual Explicit gay porn

[phagodyke]

sorry for not posting much on tumblr lately I've been trying this thing called "having a life" have any of u guys heard of it idk it's kind of niche....

[dandyshucks]

once again trying to decide if i should show counselor/therapist my selfship art bc she asks to see any art I've made that i want to show her each session fjfkdl ,,,, i probably won't because I'm still terrified of being judged for it but mannnnn that rly has been almost all I've made these past two months ( ╥ω╥ )

[tardis--dreams]

Success: Suckled on a popsicle for like 20 minutes while lying flat on the floor because I lost my ability to stand. Consumed almost a third of the whole thing. Then, being back in bed, managed to drink an estimate of 350ml in the span of an hour by taking mini sips. Felt like heaven ♡

[powdermelonkeg]

Gale of Waterdeep assorted headcanons: 2

Headcanons 1 here, Tower layout here

He overshares when he's drunk. It's a good look into how his brain works, but he has a 50/50 chance of putting his foot in his mouth

He has a handful of custom spells, one of those being an illusory campsite. Gale's Minor Mirage, he calls it. You're welcome!

The stitch scar on his neck is from being held at knifepoint by a particularly opportunistic thief. Said thief got hit with a lightning bolt

His spellbook is beautifully scripted to the untrained eye, but contains additional notes written in invisible ink. He presents himself as neat and tidy, but his real scribblings are anything but

While inflicted with the Netherese Orb, his blood leaves rashes on other people wherever it touches. Not severe ones, but it doesn't feel pleasant. Like a mild sunburn

Quothe (the raven familiar) is his. It's named that because it loves to listen to Gale read literature (and occasionally recite lines where he leaves off)

He owns a fancy lanceboard set; it was a housewarming gift from his parents when he first got his tower

When he was little, he used to wear a ribbon as a headband to pull his hair back with, and a cape. His hair was fluffy and fell to his chin

His favorite color is blue, but he thinks he looks more refined in purple. His mother thinks he looks most dashing in red

His favorite hobby is helping Tara adapt spells with somatic components for tressym use

His first staff was a Sun Staff, gifted to him by Elminster

His most recent staff was a Staff of Power

Both of these, he had to consume. It was a very, very hard choice to make

Other things he's had to destroy that he cared for dearly:

Emerald Pen (left over from days at the academy; worse that it wasn't worth it, as it didn't give him more than a few hours)

Chromatic Rose (given by a lover upon breakup)

Duplicitous Manuscript (The Art of the Night is one of these)

Needle of Mending (kept it on his person after the thief incident)

Wand of Enemy Detection (carried it with him on excursions with Tara)

Wayfarer's Boots (his favorite travel pair)

Arcane Grimoire (one of his first found artifacts, copied a few spells from it into his own book)

Candle of Invocation (a gift from Mystra)

Crystal Ball of Telepathy (Tara used it more than he did; her little paws can't cast Sending)

Songbird Sage's Signet (wore it everywhere, only used in a pinch; he misses the weight of it and rubs his finger occasionally)

Crown of Whirling Comets (wore it to the Blackstaff annual balls, partly to show off)

The 6th level spell Program Illusion is what appears during his Death Protocol. As it needs to be tied to an area within 30 feet of where it's assigned, it's what his briefs are enchanted with. His reasoning is that he'd always have them, and no one would take them off him while dead

When he's panicked, he burns through the magical item he fed the Orb with faster. That's why he puts such a weight on keeping calm

The reason you have 2 days to resurrect him before exploding, and why he can still live for a bit if you don't give him an item immediately, is because without careful management, it consumes HIM. He has 2 days worth of magic to his person

He doesn't like to turn people down outright. To him, the gentlemanly thing to do is to go on a first date to indulge whomever asked. He's had a lot of first dates

He's been accused of using Enchantment as to why he's so dashing once or twice. It absolutely stoked his ego around his looks

Quipper fish and hundur sauce is the dish he's most proud of, but his favorite is a good slow roast

He'll make illusory ceilings for dates with starry skies and auroras. Maybe floating candles if he's feeling fancy. Yes that extends to the bedroom

If left to his own devices, he will relax in a bath for HOURS. Tara thinks he falls asleep in there (she can't prove anything)

Before the orb, he and his mother had a pseudo-competitive exchange of cookware. They'd take turns making the most ELABORATE dishes in the same fancy glass pan, and send it back and forth trying to outdo each other. Whenever one showed up with the pan, it would always be with a healthy seasoning of smug satisfaction and sweet compliments about the last meal

He likes picnics on the beach. If you show him shells and things he'll happily tell you where they came from

He always dresses just a smidge too warmly for the weather

He can sleep just about anywhere, and frequently does in his tower. It's not good for his back. When Tara finds him, she always tugs a blanket over him

His family symbol is a crescent moon setting in the water

Bonus Tara headcanon: her opal collar is her spellcasting focus

[ohnococo]

Fight Night | CHAPTER 2 | MMA Fighter!Sukuna x Reader

Sukuna leans down, lips close to your ear so you can hear his voice clearly over the music. Even when he’s speaking loud enough to be heard it somehow doesn’t feel like shouting, it feels like his voice is in your head, then your stomach, then right down where it settles between your legs.

The end of your first encounter bleeds into your second.

Warnings: partying, drinking, drug use, grinding, fem bodied reader, a fuck buddy type situation, reader cums in the middle of a crowd, reader is messy sloppy drunk/high

Notes: This chapter is a little lighter, a breather before a much juicier chapter coming up.

CHAPTER 1

You don’t know how many bathroom break hype-ups you have left in you, but here you are again, staring at yourself in the mirror while others around you wait for their turns in the stalls behind you. You’re a fucking mess, you’ve been a fucking mess, and you can’t really remember when exactly you’d lost your panties but they certainly weren’t on you anymore.

You shut your eyes, then snap them back open when you realise it was a big fucking mistake as the room starts spinning. You cup your hand and run it under the faucet, gathering enough cool water to sip at before running your wet hand under your eyes. Your foundation was fucked hours ago, but at least you could fix some of the mascara that had migrated beneath your eyes. A final splash of cool water on your cheeks is your last attempt to get some feeling back in your face, to no avail. You take a deep breath, try to relax your aching jaw, and will your legs to take you back to where you’d come from.

As you exit the bathroom, pushing past others in a similar state, nodding to one of the entourage members you’d overshared with in one of the moments between getting fucked sloppy in another dark room by Sukuna, and start looking for the man himself. You’d moved on from that VIP lounge you’d first met him in hours ago, then moved on from that club entirely not long after that. You’d lost a few members of the group along the way, some having found someone to take home, others unable to keep up with the rest.

Hell, you could barely keep up, even with the drugs picking you back up and carrying you through and over any potential crash and onto a second, third, and even fourth wind. Sukuna is unphased though, acting as the benchmark for everyone else to reach as you go and go and go.

When you make your way to this club’s “private” room you don’t see Sukuna there. Having not seen his tall form within the dancing crowd either, you start to push towards the door, wondering if maybe even Ryomen Sukuna had needed to step outside for some fresh air for the first time tonight. He hadn’t, of course, something you find out as large hands grab at your hips and pull you back to press your ass into a hardness you’d become incredibly familiar with over the course of the evening.

Sukuna leans down, lips close to your ear so you can hear his voice clearly over the music. Even when he’s speaking loud enough to be heard it somehow doesn’t feel like shouting, it feels like his voice is in your head, then your stomach, then right down where it settles between your legs.

“Running away?”

You have to laugh at that, you’d long ago decided you were all in for the night. “No, I thought you were the one who ran off.”

You feel his lips curling into a smile against your skin as he starts kissing at your neck, grinding his cock against you. You reach up and back, running your hand over his undercut and he begins palming at your breast roughly.

“Back to VIP?” This one wasn’t as secluded as some of the others had been, a little reserved corner just off the dance floor, rope barrier acting as the only thing to keep other patrons from rounding the half wall blocking out the crowd and seeing whatever it was Sukuna had decided you two would be doing next.

“No.” He takes a few steps back deeper into the writhing mass of people nearly as sweaty and sticky and fucked up as you. If he bumps into people as he pulls you along, he’s steady enough in his movements that you can’t tell. “Let’s dance.”

He wants to dance, so you dance. And it really is you dancing. Sure, he matches the rhythm set by the bass droning in your ears, but really he’s just grinding his hardness against your ass as you dance on him. His fingers dig into your hips, adding to the bruises you’d already have from being manhandled tonight, and you bend forward as much as you can in the tight squeeze of the crowd to really press yourself against him. He releases one hip to rub a hand up your back, ending its path at the back of your neck where he grips tightly, then pulls you until you’re forced to arch backward so he can speak to you.

“I think I’ll fuck you like this next.” His hips snap against yours just once, with enough force that you might have been thrown off-balance if it weren’t for his grip on you.

“I thought we were dancing.”

“For now.”

You stay like this for the rest of the song until the tempo changes and Sukuna turns you to face him, slotting his leg between your thighs. He presses it up and into your wetness, sliding you up and down just enough to have your pussy aching for more of what you’d been having all night. Though if anyone around you could be bothered to look they’d just see two people still technically dancing.

“Consider this a chance to catch your breath.”

It didn’t feel like it, with the next song pounding out a beat much faster than the previous one and your movements ramping up to match, but you know you can only take a cock like Sukuna’s so many times in one night, despite the drugs leaving your every nerve on fire as his hands touch your body and get you close.

The hand on your hip guides you to the music, the other hand still squeezing at the back of your neck, getting you close and keeping you in place with no choice but to chase your fast approaching orgasm on his thigh. His lips are on yours, forceful and hungry, tongue stirring you up before he drinks in your moans as you cum on his leg, long past caring about all the stains you’d left on his pants tonight.

Your head is spinning again with the wind knocked out of your sails and you let yourself relax into him, held up only by his thigh and his strong arms. He chuckles, smug as ever, grabbing you by your ass hard enough to snap out of your post-orgasm stupor as he lifts you a few inches off the ground. He kisses you roughly, hard cock pressed against you in a reminder that you weren’t finished just yet.

“Let’s get you back on your toes,” he sets you down, turning you around and facing you in the direction of the VIP area, “then I’ll fuck you like this, just like I promised.”

He hadn’t promised, he’d mused aloud, but you were learning that was as good as a guarantee with Sukuna.

The car hits a bump, hard enough to bounce your head against Sukuna’s lap, and you become vaguely aware that you’re drooling, then that the sun is up. It had been dark when you finally nodded off in the back seat, but Sukuna did add some time to the journey by having his driver pull over and wait outside while he bounced you on his cock yet again. The detour must have been longer than you’d realised. But then again you weren’t totally sure just what part of town you’d wound up at by the end of the night nor how far you had to go when you’d given the driver your address.

That orgasm was very much your last hurrah, taking the last of your energy with it. You’d let yourself start dozing, feeling sick once your eyes were closed, feeling like sleep was the only way to stop it. Just as you feel yourself drifting back off again you feel the bottom of your dress being roughly pulled back down before you’re pulled out of your stupor by Sukuna’s large hand patting your cheeks.

“This is your place, right?”

You sit up, slowly and with a grunt of effort, and glance out the window. Out of the wrong window, but you still recognize your road and nod, sitting forward with difficulty as the heaviness of a big comedown seeps into your limbs.

Sukuna clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, hand back on your cheeks to turn your face in the direction of the other window, towards the front of your place. “You sure?”

“I know where I live.”

He laughs, amused that you still have your bite even moments from fully entering the worst hangover in a while, and the car door opens from outside. “He’s going to help you in.”

You look up at the driver, then at Sukuna, and roll your eyes - or you intend to, though you’re sure it’s more of a broken doll-eyed uncoordinated blink. “I don’t need help.”

You absolutely do, but you still pretend to be inconvenienced as you let the driver lift you out of the car by the forearms and carefully guide you to your door. He waits there as you fish out your keys. Once you’ve got your door open you give a curt thanks to the driver, and turn to where Sukuna was still watching you from the car.

“Bye… I guess.” You mutter the last part, too far gone to even consider whether or not you’ll see that face again outside of fights that you might just consider watching on TV. Just to brag to your friends that you partied with him once, of course. That’s all.

Somewhere toward the end of that night, you’d been surprised when Sukuna had told you to put your number in his phone. You hadn’t expected to actually hear back from him though, to the point that you’d forgotten that small exchange had even happened by the end of the night. You’re honestly confused when you get a text from an unknown number.

got plans for tonight?

A friend with a new number? A wrong number? 

who’s asking?

Sukuna

Oh… it had only been 4 days, and you’d only just recovered from the last night out. That much alcohol, that much cocaine, and that much fucking wasn’t really a regular occurrence for you, but a man like that had a sort of gravity about him. When you woke up the next morning you kind of understood why that Uraume seemed to be happy to be so far up his ass the whole night. Well, that and that you were sure they were getting paid well. He was just the kind of person who was able to make you feel like if he was making moves, you absolutely needed to make them with him. Doing it all over again on a fucking Tuesday felt a little crazy though.

Still, all logic aside you’re filled with the same feeling you’d had the other night, that you might regret saying no. So you respond.

what do you have planned?

You stare at the phone longer than you’d like, waiting for a response. Eventually, your screen dims, and you sigh, locking it and setting it on your nightstand. You shouldn’t be acting like he’d fucked enough self respect out of you to have you waiting with bated breath over a text back, so you decide to go do something else in the meantime.

By the time you hear your phone buzz again, loud against the wood of your bedside table, you’re quick to check it. It had been 2 hours and you were getting annoyed because exactly how late did he think ‘tonight’ would be. You weren’t going to get ready for nothing and it was already 9 pm at this point.

As you lift your screen an excitement builds in your stomach at seeing the notification was indeed from the number that you now knew belonged to Sukuna. Opening the message you see a time and the name of a club, a nice club, and smile.

I assume you’re paying?

You know the answer will be yes, obviously. So you add the number into your contact list under the name “👹👑” set your phone back down and start getting ready, knowing now you’ll likely be waiting for a reply.

You were correct in that assumption, his response not arriving until you’re nearly finished with your makeup.

I assume you’re fucking

A picture follows the message, and your heart skips a beat when it pops up. Sukuna’s cock, with his hand draped casually at the base, held across his hip. It’s not even fully hard but it’s still immediately recognizable as the monster you’d encountered the previous weekend, pierced and heavy and thick as all hell. Then, another message.

Hope youre less scared of it this time around

You roll your eyes, if you could have gotten away with not letting on to the size of it you would have. His ego didn’t need any boosting… but you couldn’t exactly pretend otherwise. You choose not to respond at all, putting your phone back down to finish getting ready, even if you knew it’d be wrecked at the end of the night. Sweated off makeup, sweated out hair, clothes stretched out of shape. You knew what to expect and you knew it would be worth it though.

By the time you’re yet again stumbling back through your front door at dawn with the help of his driver, you’re more than sure that it was worth it. That it would be worth it every single time.

-

CHAPTER 3

[desperatepleasures]

weird to think about how there's a future timeline where I become a landlord

[mscordonean]

MY LOVE MINE ALL MINE

You're new photo shoot was a success in the papers! Guys around the world are loving the new magazine! Kento:... Oop! Looks like someone's jealous! Kento:.... And that's my que to leave y'all, enjoy!

"No no nooo" Kento's secretary panics after checking the official social media page of the company. "What's wrong Mr. Secretary" you say getting his handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the sweat off his forehead. "Don't do that Mr. Nanami will kill me 2x!!!". "Okay now I'm really curious, spill it out!". "I posted a picture of you to the platform that Mr. Nanami specifically told me not to! I must have been half asleeppp". The man sobs as if his life was about to end. "Let me see what picture you posted" you grab his phone and see the picture. Oh this was bad, Kenny was gonna kill him! "This is the one Ken jerked off to!". The Secretary stares and you for a moment and you realised you might have overshared just a little bit. "Well other men are probably doing that to this pic aswell!" "Well then just delete it!" "I can't the press are gonna mark that down in history and the company will be at risk!" Suddenly you two hear a deep voice call out to you guys.

"Is anything the matter Mr. John and my lovely Wife?" You react to quickly, clinging onto Mr. John's arm. 'I'm going to get fired!' Mr. John thinks pulling you off him. "We were just talking about my next photo shoot honey, why don't you go out side to get some fresh air". You chuckle nervously while holding onto his arm and leading him out. "Wait a minute I'm not an old man i can go myself!". You and Mr. John stare at him. "I mean thank you for the offer honey, come by my office later". He pecks you on the lips and leaves. "WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO". You and Mr. John scream together. "just leave it for now, if you don't make it obvious maybe he won't check!" You praise yourself with a pat on the back. "You're right!, I'll be going then miss" Mr. John sighs in relief , "Bye Mr. John!"

A few hours later...

You are scrolling on your phone, waiting for your next photo shoot in an hour when a next pops up on your screen.

You make your way up to Kento's office not thinking about the consequences of your actions. You open the door to see Kento staring at his phone. "Ken?" He looks up at you. "Did you ask Mr. John to put these pictures up?" He looks tired, worn out even. "no no it wasn't on purpose, Mr. John accidentally-" Kento gets annoyed. "so he did this". "Not only that but he allowed these disrespectful boys say things about you". You look at his phone and see the "she wants me frrr" and "i wish i was that lollipop" comments and laugh. "I get that all the time Kenny and your only just seeing it?" He glares at you. "Don't be jealous Ken, I only want you frrr" you sit on his lap and pull his tie towards you for a kiss. He kisses you for longer when his phone pings. It's another comment saying "Mr. Nanami better watch out before i steal his girl😮‍💨".

Kento "I'm firing Mr. John"

Yn "nooo he didn't mean to post itt"

[talaok]

Hey, I have this huge exam next week, it’s the biggest exam of my life so far and I’m stressed af. I consider myself a chill person but I’m feeling beyond anxious all the time and I have never felt this stressed in my life. It’s so hard to take care of myself rn like I don’t feel like eating but I have to because I’m nauseous and then I can’t find anything I’d like to eat and it makes me more anxious IT’S A VICIOUS CYCLE I SWEAR AND APPARENTLY I HAVE TO EAT EVERY FOUR HOURS EVERY DAY BC I’M A HUMAN??

anyway, sorry for oversharing. I was gonna ask if you could write sth with pedro taking care of stressed reader, making sure she eats and is hydrated, filing up her coffee, cuddling with her when she has crying sessions wiping her tears and telling her everything’s gonna be okay and he’s gonna be there for her with every step no matter what. I literally crave comfort right now, and I’d be so grateful if you could write something 🥹

I love how caring and kind you are with asks, thank you so so so much for being here. Love you 💕💕💕💕

pairing: Pedro pascal x reader

a/n: Im so so sorry love, im one hundred percent sure youll do great, but in the meantime, i hope this will make you feel a little bit better, love you💗💗 (this ask did skip the line bc if i posted it two weeks from now it wouldn't have made any sense)

He didn't know how or when, but all of a sudden, all you did was study.

And at first, he didn't really think anything of it, you'd told him about the exam and about how important it was, so he understood, but what he didn't expect, was just how much you'd be studying.

You raised your head only to answer him, and even when you did, it was monosyllabic.

"Have you eaten anything?"

"no"

"did you drink any water today?"

"not really"

And no matter how many times he'd tell you how bad for you that was, the next time he asked, the answers were always the same. And that's exactly why by the second day, he had stopped asking and instead, started doing.

He had conceived a whole plan of attack.

For the days when he, unfortunately, had to go to work, he left two full water bottles and a glass on your desk, and an already cooked lunch in the fridge, so that all you needed to do was heat it up in the microwave.

But on the days when he didn't have to go to work, he took it upon himself to become your personal assistant, and your worst nightmare altogether.

No matter how much you complained, he forced you to take a break at least every two hours, he made sure you were drinking the water he poured into your glass, he made you coffee every time you asked, (always only after having reminded you that you didn't need more coffee but more sleep) and finally, he cooked or ordered all of your favorite foods in the hopes that it would make you feel more like eating (which never seemed to work).

Today, thankfully, he got to stay home, so for the thousand time, he walked into the studio to check in on you.

"hey there" he smiled, watching you half-heartedly wave at him before returning your full attention to your book "I brought you a snack," he said, placing the apple slices on your desk and making a soft laugh flee your mouth.

He had turned into a soccer mom, but god it felt good to hear you laugh again.

He got behind you to start gently massaging what he was sure must have been sore shoulders.

"how's it going?"

"bad" you grumbled, relaxing the tiniest bit at his touch

"I'm sorry" he murmured, leaning down to kiss the crown of your head "you wanna take a break?"

"It's not been two hours yet"

"I know, but I think it would be good for you" he explained "We could take a walk maybe"

You sighed, closing your eyes "I can't"

"sweetheart" he cooed, crouching down to be at your level and turning your chair towards him "you're gonna burn yourself out if you continue like this"

"I know but..." you glanced back at your notes "I can't fail this exam"

"and you're not gonna" he immediately reassured you

He watched something happen behind your eyes, 

"not if I keep taking breaks"

"baby-" he murmured, taking your hand in his and watching as your mouth curved downwards for the quickest moment 

"I just-I'm so anxious," you said, your voice breaking "I-I can't fail- I just can't"

"hey hey hey" he cooed, his eyes looking for yours "Sweetheart, it's ok"

And that was the moment you couldn't hold it anymore, all the stress and fear you'd been bottling up for days started spilling from your eyes.

"n-no it's not, I-I... I don't even know, I just..." you sobbed, and when you looked at him, he swore he heard his heart break " I feel like shit"

"sugar..." he murmured, wasting no time wrapping his arms around you "I'm so sorry baby," he spoke gently to your ear as his hands stroked your hair and back 

You hid your face in his chest as you cried all you had to cry.

"it's all gonna be alright sweetheart, I promise"

But at that, for some reason, you only started to cry harder.

"ok this is it, hold onto me"

And you had just the time to frown, before he had picked you up and walked out of the room and into the living room.

"w-what are you doing?"

"forcing you to take a break"

"I could have walked" A small smile appeared on your lips, and with it, a small wave of relief washed over Pedro's body.

"You've done enough today" he explained, sitting down on the couch with you, and in less than a moment, your whole body had clung to his.

Your left leg was draped over his, and your head was on his chest, as he held you close with both his arms.

"y/n, you're not gonna fail" he started gently "You're the smartest person I've ever met"

"That's not true" you muttered, your words muffled by his body

"yes it is" he insisted "And baby I promise you, that everything is gonna be alright" he swore, slowly running a hand through your hair "and that no matter what, I'm gonna be here for you, ok?"

It took a moment for you to respond, but after a few beats of silence, a muffled "ok" made its way to Pedro's ears.

"yeah?" he asked, again, encouraging you to meet his gaze.

"yeah" you sniffled, as you finally looked up

"Feeling better?"

"yes" you nodded "Thank you"

He tightened his hug, as he bent down, to ghost your mouth "I love you baby" he kissed you "Whatever you need, I'm always gonna be here for you"

[multific]

Offering

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend and you break up before a mission.

Somehow, you knew, you could see it in his eyes.

Somehow, you knew, you could see it in his eyes.

It was your biggest fear and it became true.

He no longer loved you.

You should have noticed the signs, you should have seen it all coming.

Now that you recall, his touches were extremely different, he barely kissed you or even talked with you.

He didn't love you anymore and it shattered you.

Instead of letting him ramble on with this 'it's not you, it's me' bullshit, you simply stood up and left.

You had a mission in a couple of days anyway.

Taskforce 141 knew that their precious little flower had issues.

From the moment they saw you, they knew something was off.

Thankfully, during the mission, you were able to take your mind off of your ex.

Barely even thinking, you moved on instinct.

Currently, you were with Ghost, waiting for backup before heading into another fight.

Your target was inside a mansion and you two needed some backup before heading in.

"I didn't want to mention this, but I can see it is bothering you. Something happened, Daisy?"

You looked up into his eyes, it was weird to see him trying to be so professional while still calling you by your code name.

"I broke up with my boyfriend. We didn't exactly talk about it but I could see in his eyes he didn't love me anymore. So... yeah."

"He is a dumbass. You deserve a real man."

His honesty made you turn and look at him. You could only smile as he refused to meet your eyes. He knew he overshared. He should have just said 'sorry' and moved on, but he fucked up.

"A real man sounds about right. You know anyone?" he didn't say a word only shook his head, no. "That's sad. I was hoping you were offering," you smirked. "But oh well... Maybe Johnny would be open..."

"No." his reply came way too quickly. There was a couple minutes of silence between the two of you.

"Backup in 10 LT." came Johnny's voice over the radio.

"Copy." Ghost replied.

"You told me many times to leave him because he is not good enough for me. And here I am... I guess I'm more disappointed in myself for trying to believe that it could be real." you said as you let out a sigh.

"You did nothing wrong. He is an idiot."

"A gone idiot." you finished before the chopper arrived. Giving Ghost a smile.

You weren't sure if you were only imagining things.

You swore you could see something in his eyes, something soft and caring.

---

The mission was finished. The information had been obtained.

And you were only the lovely new owner of a shot wound on your arm.

The wound was now all bandaged up and you were ready to head back for some rest.

Ghost closely followed you as you were heading to your room.

"Y/N..." his voice came from behind you as you smiled and turned to face him. You two spent a good amount of time looking at one another before he spoke up again, his voice low.

"Maybe, I am offering." this made your eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

"A-are you?" your previous confidence seem to have died down as he took a couple of steps closer to you, eyes never leaving yours.

"I am." he said as his thumb came up to your bottom lip.

You two just stared at one another he moved you into your room as he kicked the door closed.

Using the darkness in the room to his advantage, his face was bare as he placed his lips on yours.

You didn't need to be told twice, you pulled him to the bed without another question or without breaking the kiss.

---

You woke up the next morning to a dull pain in your lower region and a hand on your waist.

Suddenly the reality of the situation hit you like a cold shower.

You had sex with your Lieutenant.

And it was amazing.

You were sure the two of you went on for hours and many rounds. He was an amazing lover, a giver but he also knew how and what to take from you.

You lost count of how many orgasms he gave you but you can recall that he always made your legs shake.

You enjoyed the night.

It was a good distraction from your fucked up life.

But now, that it was morning, you knew, this will all come to an end.

You felt him slightly move behind you as his breath hit your neck.

"I can hear you thinking, Daisy." using your code-name possibly wasn't the best idea he ever had.

You felt distanced from him again.

"You are overthinking." he said again and you wanted to laugh but couldn't. "This doesn't have to be any more than a night if you don't want it to be. I am now offering something more."

"You are not a relationship kind of guy, Simon."

"I could be." his reply came so fast, he made you believe it.

"So what? A secret relationship where you could come to my room and always have to look behind you trying to see if someone was looking?"

"I wanted you for long enough. I feel like I would agree to any conditions." this made you turn and look at him, searching his eyes for a lie which you never found.

You were doomed.

---

And now, you were fucked.

With a dislocated shoulder, a huge gash on your leg, you could barely stand.

Thank God you were sitting.

Sitting and bleeding out.

You let out a long sigh before you hit the radio.

"Guys, I'm not in good shape. My shoulder is fucked, I am bleeding rapidly. I managed to hide in a shop down the street but I feel like they will find me any moment. I'm running low on amo and-"

"Where are you? I'll get you." Simon's voice came over the radio.

"In the perfume store at the back, hiding behind the counter." you replied.

"Stay there, I'm almost there. Gaz, get the chopper. Johnny, how's he mission?"

"Almost got the maps, LT."

"Meet us at the meeting point Johnny." You soon heard the radio get silent as the door to the store opened, you tried to peak. "Y/N?"

"Here." you replied as Simon arrived by your side with a first aid kit.

"What happened?"

"Turned out, I can take guys like you not only in bed." you smirked but Simon didn't find it so funny. "I dislocated my shoulder and he cut my leg." you said with a more serious tone as he grabbed your leg and put a bandage on it, stopping the bleeding.

"I can put your shoulder back." he said and you knew, this is going to hurt.

When he grabbed your arm, you prepared for the worst.

It was a terrible feeling, feeling your shoulder pop right back as you let out a groan.

"Good girl." he said and if you weren't in such a pain, you for sure would have made a dirty comment.

Soon, the chopper arrived and after having a showdown with a couple guys, you were on your way back to the base.

At that point, you lost consciousness. The blood loss caught up to you.

"Daisy?" Johnny asked and you let out a noise. "Just making sure you are all good." he replied. "You made Lt rather worried today." Soap smirked as you let out another groan. Simon looked at Johnny with an angry expression.

"Let her sleep." he said as Johnny put two of his hands up in defence.

"Sorry, Lt." Simon moved to sit next to you, holding your hand, checking your pulse. "I always had a feeling you would be a protective kind of boyfriend." you opened your eyes to that, looking at Johnny. "What? You thought your room is sound proof?! Also, it's so clear that you two are dating. I'm just said you didn't tell me."

"Or me!" replied Gaz with a huff.

"How did you know?" asked Ghost.

"As I said the room is not sound proof and as quiet as you two are, we could hear the noises still. And you are not that sneaky, Lt."

"A big guy like you was basically a beacon walking into her room." said Gaz.

Simon let out a groan.

"Captain also knows. He knew before us actually. I believe he knew even before you two. He always said you two make a good team and it was only a matter of time." Gaz explained and you let out a shaky breath, squeezing Simon's hand.

"I told you to be quiet." he turned to you as you snapped your eyes at him.

"Quiet?! QUIET?! How the fuck am I supposed to be quiet?"

"You have so many pillows, you should have used one!"

"Well, excuse me! Mr 'Let me hear ya Doll'!" Both Johnny and Kyle laughed. "Are you guys... really okay with this? With me and Simon?" you asked with a rather shaky breath.

"Of course! More than okay actually. I always said that Lt needed some lovin'. Captain asked us to see if it will affect the missions. And it did, but in a good way." Johnny nodded as soon you would arrive back to base.

"Thank you." you and Simon said in unison as you landed.

Nurses barged in to get you to the medbay as soon as possible.

Simon could only watch as you were taken away.

Johnny and Kyle both patted him on the back before leaving.

Price arrived soon after.

Simon was sitting in the medbay, waiting to be let in so he could see you. This is when the captain sat down next to him.

"You two could have told us."

"We were afraid we would be separated or discharged."

"I would never do that. Sure the others don't have to know, but as a team, we are responsible for each other." Simon nodded at Price.

"Thank you."

"There is nothing to thank. Let's have a drink once she is better." Just as John said that, a nurse came to inform that Simon could go in.

He sat down in the chair next to you, holding your hand.

You two really thought you were secretive enough.

But you were okay with the others knowing. At least in front of them, you didn't have to pretend anymore.

Simon leaned over to give you a kiss on the forehead.

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No.42 Chapter 3

Art Donaldson x reader slow burn friends to lovers

Sorry for the wait! The day I set aside to get loads done on this I ended up having to visit a family member in hospital, he’s much much better now. Anyway oversharing. I hope you enjoy this chapter! I loved writing it. Let me know if you wanna be added to my tag list 💕

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You woke up on Saturday morning to a missed text from Art.

7:58am - text from Art

Sorry if I woke you when I left. Gone to play hard court today hope you slept alright on that couch.

The sudden realisation that you were not in fact in your bed hit you almost as hard as the loose spring in your back. You groaned, reaching for some leftover pizza. None left. You groaned again.

9:26am - text to Art

Did you eat all your pizza?

To your surprise the boy replied immediately, showcasing his ability to read your mind.

9:27am - text from Art

Afraid so :) Look in the fridge if you’re so hungry

The fridge, despite the tightness of your apartment, had never looked so far away. You’d rather wait the nine hours for Art to return and pass food to you through a funnel. He could create some sort of feeding tube, perhaps he could fashion it out of one of the dozen tennis ball containers Patrick left lying around. You hadn’t seen the floor in years.

It took you almost thirty minutes to peel your lifeless body off the sofa and trudge the eight metres to the fridge. Before all of your fingers had grasped the cold metal you caught it. The smell.

The month you and Patrick were flat hunting had been a difficult one, full of stress and disappointments. A week before you found the flat you now called home, Art had found crying outside your favourite pancake place. You didn’t know if Patrick had texted him, giving him a heads up of your less than stellar mood and where to find you, or if he had simply ran into you by accident but one minute he was there.

The two of you had shared your favourite, strawberry and kiwi pancakes with whipped cream, despite having never spent time alone together previously and it hadn’t been awkward. Any awkwardness had come from your inability to keep your emotions to yourself and not a mess for all to see. Art hadn’t minded in fact, unbeknownst to you, he’d greatly enjoyed your company and had had a shitty day himself before your talk.

10:02am - text to Art

Did I ever mention I love you living here??

Sitting proudly in the fridge, in between Patrick’s abandoned pasta and your pathetic amount of cheese, was a plate of strawberry and kiwi pancakes. You looked at the pile of washing up and noticed essence of strawberry still dripping from the chopping board next to a whisk and bowl.

‘God damn…’ you actually moaned aloud at the first bite. Not only were they delicious but they’d been made especially for you for no reason. No one had ever made you breakfast before, unless you counted the time Patrick threw a box of muffins at your head to wake you up for school. It often didn’t take a great amount of effort to impress you, something maybe a therapist needed to hear about, but you felt justified being impressed with Art for this. They were truly wonderful.

10:20am - text from Art

Come thank me in person if you want, Liam is taking another break

You couldn’t help but smile at his little dig at Liam, whether intentional or not it told you everything you needed to know: Art was the better player. Art was always the better player, he usually wiped the floor with anyone who wasn’t Patrick.

It was only a twenty minute walk to Stanford and although you were ashamed to admit it … you had nothing better to do on a Saturday morning. You decided to pack your laptop, so you could kid yourself that this was a productive thing and not just an excuse to watch Art sweat. The damn thing wouldn’t even get opened and you knew it.

It was a hot day, even for Summer it was unforgiving. You pulled at your tank top, attempting to negate any sweat stains by leaving a gap between your wet skin and the thin fabric. No such luck, the car window reflection of yourself showed you the harsh reality. How did Art do it? How did he look sexy whilst sweating? You felt like a drowned dog, heaving and panting in the back of a muggy car trying to see past the drops of sweat in your lashes.

You reached Stanford earlier than you expected and to your great satisfaction, saw no Art present. That gave you ample time to tidy yourself up in the toilets before meeting him. The college had crisp air con, much better than the pathetic excuse for a fan you and Patrick would crowd round on hot days.

Art didn’t text you directions because he didn’t need to. He knew you’d visited Patrick enough times to know your way around all the tennis courts, hard or otherwise. It didn’t take you long to find the right one.

‘Fuck!’

You scanned the indoor courts for the source of the outburst. Art, third court from the left and he was not happy. For a moment you teetered on your feet, unsure if it was better to wait a bit before interfering with their clearly tense match. Before you could make a decision however-

‘Y/N!’

Liam spotted you, putting his racket down immediately to wave you over. He’d once gotten drunk and told Patrick how much he liked you but that it had been so long ago that you’d almost forgotten and his new girlfriend was a tennis star. On the ‘up and up’ as Patrick’s dad would say.

Although Liam’s hug was intense, sweaty and pretty uncomfortable you were too focused on Art to cringe. He was rubbing his face with his hands, looking more pained than you’d ever seen him. You didn’t know why. He’d been playing well before you arrived.

Noticing the object of your frown, Liam suddenly grinned even wider. ‘He just lost the third set.’ Art took a large swig of water, not noticing the way you stared in awe at the angle of his jaw and the wet curls on his forehead. He was too focused on the racket he was clutching fiercely enough to force the veins of his forearm to pull your attention.

‘I know it’s not over yet,’ Liam panted slightly, clearly Art had still run him ragged. ‘But this never happens - never.’ In the years they’d played together, Liam had never beaten Art. Not in singles or doubles. Not on hard court. Not on clay or grass. Never. You were not convinced, however, that poor Liam had never won a set before so you voiced your opinion without thinking.

‘Art, you can still win. It’s fine!’

Art shot you a glare. It didn’t last long but it burned you a little, the intensity of it. He wanted so badly for you to be right, for it to not matter to him. ‘It’s just a game’ well it wasn’t to Art. It was his entire future and if he lost - if he lost ever - it was him throwing that future away.

‘You’ll win the fourth.’ You smiled, reassuringly. That lifted Art a little and bruised his partner.

‘I thought we were stopping for a bit since Y/N’s here.’ Art watched your face for a reaction, daring you to decide for the three of them. Without removing your eyes from Art you smiled. ‘No, no. I’ll watch.’

You watched them play for another hour and a half. Art just won the fourth set, by the narrowest of margins but that gave him the confidence boost he badly needed to destroy Liam in the fifth. Th-wack! Smash. Th-wack! Slice. Th-wack! Topspin. You were honestly confused why Liam bothered serving. If it had been you - well - let’s just say the floor would have made a more than sufficient bed. It was certainly making a sufficient seat for you to watch Liam get massacred. God was Art good.

‘You win…’ Liam was dripping, his white shirt almost see-through. ‘I need a sec…’ So did you. It was practically a workout just watching them. You clapped as Art walked over to you, looking very satisfied with his win. ‘You happy now?’

‘Very.’

As Liam rung out his shirt, Art gestured to the court with his racket. ‘You and me. One game.’ His eyes were full of amusement.

‘Ha.’

You’d die.

‘One set?’ He smirked, desperate for you to humour him. Not today. ‘Absolutely not.’ You laughed, standing up.

‘Actually, I’d love lunch right now,’ Liam’s suggestion was a necessity. ‘After a shower.’ And so was his afterthought. They both needed one desperately. Art’s hair didn’t even look blonde anymore.

‘Yeah you two go, I’ll wait then we can get food. I’m not super hungry but I can always eat.’

Liam was already rushing to the showers, practically leaving a pool of loser evidence behind him but Art heard. He looked like he was waiting for something from you and for a moment, in your haze, you wondered what. Oh!

‘The pancakes,’

‘Hm.’

‘De-licious.’

‘Good.’

You could tell he was happier with your compliment than he was letting on. The truth was Art craved praise, mostly for tennis but for anything he accomplished. It didn’t matter if he’d made a three tier cake, organised a trip or won every set in a match he wanted to know he’d done good.

‘Seriously, how did you even find the recipe?’ The two of you walked together out of the hall. ‘I’ve been asking the staff for years, pretty sure they hate me now actually.’

‘I have my ways.’ He grinned. ‘Now, I’m gonna go shower-‘

‘Good, you stink.’

‘Fuck off.’

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