#when he started the season he couldn't hit and could barely catch

[gguk-n]

could you maybe wanna write a charles x doctor!reader fanfic where charles raced while not feeling well even though you said he shouldn’t and after the race that he finished on podium he fainted? and then he was like in hospital and had surgery and then was completely high after the surgery?

thank you in advance ♥️♥️♥️

Set in Saudi Arabian Grand Prix 2024, Charles gets appendicitis but races. established relationship. Hope you like it!!

Against Doctor's Orders

It was the Saudi Arabian grand prix, only the second race in the season and Charles hadn't been feeling too well through out the weekend. Nothing too serious he thought, probably a stomach bug since he travelled so much. "Char, you look pale" his girlfriend asked through the phone. "I'll be fine" Charles responded. "You should rest" she tried to insist. "I'm good, really" Charles forced a smile. "Not convincing me. Should've been there" she sighed. "I know you would've if you could" Charles consoled. "I'll be back on Monday and you can play doctor as much as you'd like" Charles laughed. "Play doctor" she asked in disbelief before bursting into a laugh. "Take care. Good luck. If there's anything call me and take the meds I told you too, those should help with the nausea" she said. "I will Dr. Y/L/N" Charles smiled before cutting the call.

Y/N couldn't be here and part of Charles just wanted to be babied but he couldn't be since the race was in a couple of hours. He got on track and started getting everything ready for the race. "You look paler than yesterday" Fred pointed out. "I'm fine" Charles brushed him off, going over the stats before the race.

Saudi Arabian GP was one of the hottest races but since it was during the night, the weather had started to settle down. The breeze from the sea side made the pain in his lower abdomen bearable.

As the lights turned green, Charles hit the accelerator; trying to forget the throbbing pain in his stomach or the way he thought bile would come out of his mouth every time the car turned. He kept his eyes on the track and the focus on the race. He could barely swallow any water without wanting to puke so he decided to forgo any water for the race. As the final laps of the race approached, Charles was still in a podium finish, which he thought was impressive since he felt like he was going to die any moment. When the checkered flag waved and he finished third, Charles sat in the car for a moment before he could gather any energy to pull himself out; the team kind of pulled him out of the car.

He had to drag himself to get done with the formalities before the podium, unable to speak since he felt like puking and the pain in his abdomen had gotten 10 time worse. He thought his stomach was being twisted and turned every way around. At the third step of the podium, Max assisted Charles to climb up since he looked like he was in pain. "You okay" Max quickly mouthed to which Charles just nodded trying to maintain his balance. As they were about to start distributing the trophies, Charles fell forward and fainted on the podium. Having drivers with quick reflex is a good thing, since Max was able to catch him before he hit the floor unceremoniously and was taken to the medic.

After looking at him and an unconscious Charles who couldn't answer them, they had him transferred to the hospital. Y/N watched this on the TV when she was watching the race. Her heart almost stopped when she saw Charles faint and started making calls to the team. She was busy packing her stuff to leave for the airport when Ferrari informed her that Charles was going into surgery because of his appendix. She told them she would be there by the time he woke up and quickly left the house.

A couple of hours of plane ride later and post surgery Charles was starting to wake up. Y/N had rushed to the hospital from the airport and her luggage was sat at the corner of the room. Her hands were wrapped around Charles's as he began to stir. "Hey" she cooed. "HI" Charles replied groggily, surely still high from the pain meds and anaesthesia. "You're pretty" he giggled. She smiled, "You're lucky you're cute" she sighed. "You think I'm cute" Charles giggled again. "I'm gonna go get the doctor to check on you" she said letting go of his hand. "My girlfriend's a doctor. She can check on me" Charles stated. "Babe, I'm your girlfriend and I can't since I didn't go over your case" she laughed. "You're my girlfriend?" he asked shocked. "Who did you think I was?" she laughed. "The pretty girl" Charles continued giggling to himself. Y/N slipped away for the doctors to come and check on him. After the doctors checked him, making sure he was okay and recovering well; they explained everything to Y/N.

"You need to be more careful and listen to me next time" Y/N stated. Charles just nodded. "I have a pretty girlfriend" he sang. "Couple more hours before he's out of it" she sighed and kissed his cheek relieved that he was okay. "I'm sorry for worrying you" he pouted. "It's okay as long as you're okay" she smiled. "I love you Y/N" Charles smiled brightly. "I love you too Charles" she smiled back. "You'll take care of me like you take care of all your patients?" he asked. "I'll take care of you like my boyfriend. My patients don't get cuddles and kisses while they are healing" she chuckled. "They better not, I'm gonna fight them" he said trying to make fists. "Don't do that. You have a IV line in your hand" she said straightening his hand out. "OH" he said staring at his hand. "But it doesn't hurt." Charles said. "It's not supposed to" she replied kissing his hand where the IV line was attached.

A few hours later, the effect of the medicines had worn out and Charles was just on pain meds to help post surgery. Y/N had a shit ton of videos of Charles proposing his love to her and telling everyone who set foot into the room about her which did make her embarrassed but it was sweet how proud of her he was. She made him take all the embarrassing pictures he would never agree to if he wasn't loopy to use as black mail.

"I must've been a handful" Charles asked, now completely sober. "A little but I love it that way" she smiled. "Than I'll continue to be like that" he laughed before wincing in pain. "Don't laugh too much. You'll still be in pain" she reprimanded him. "I have you" he reasoned. "You'll always have me" she stated. "Sorry for worrying you" Charles apologised. "Just don't do that again. I don't think my heart can handle that" she said. "I don't think I have two appendix to do that" Charles laughed trying to lighten the mood. "Don't laugh your stitched are still only a few hours old" she said sternly. "Okay doctor" he smiled puckering lips as if he wanted to kiss her. She leaned in and kissed his lips. "je t'aime chérie" Charles said when Y/N pulled away. "je t'aime aussi bébé" she replied.

[whatimdoing-here]

T got an email from his coaches since they didn't have an end of year party. Every single one mentioned how he was the most coachable on the team, and one of the most improved. If there's anything about that kid, it's that when he starts something he likes, he goes full blown, learns all about it, wants to do his best. Love that about him.

[jobean12-blog]

Bake Nights

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 1,709

Summary: Bucky starts to show some interest in one of your favorite shows and you couldn't be more excited!

Author's Note: So I'm a huge fan of the GBBO and since the finale was this last week I've wanted to write something fun with Bucky. The show really just brings me joy and I've needed it lately and pairing it with Bucky just makes it that much better! No real spoilers here for the latest season- just lots of fun! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: lots of sweet fluff and flirty fun

“Buuuuuckkkyyyy.”

“Yeah doll?”

“Have you seen my tea? Are we out?”

As you continue to search the cabinet you feel his hard chest press against your back. His arm reaches above you and he pushes the box of crackers aside, revealing your tea.

“Oh good!” you cheer. “I’m about to watch this week’s episode of Great British Bake Off and I wanted some tea and snacks.”

“Is that the UK baking show you’re always going on about?”

“Yes,” you say with narrowed eyes as you turn in his arms.

He gives you a lopsided smile before a kiss.

“Want to watch with me?” you ask with a hopeful tone.

“I’m finishing up the paperwork from this last mission and you know all the cooking shows do is make me hangry.”

“You’re always hangry,” you state with a pout.

“So are you,” he fires back.

With one more kiss he says, “when I’m done I’ll come in a sit.”

“Ok,” you huff. “Hurry!”

You make your tea and get situated on the couch with the blanket, snacks and Alpine curled up in your lap.

“You’ll always watch with me right buddy,” you coo as you pet the cat’s soft white fur. “Not like daddy…too busy and too hungry.”

“Heard that doll face,” Bucky chimes from the other room.

“Damn super solider hearing,” you mutter.

You’re fully engrossed in the show, waiting with bated breath as Prue and Paul judge the show stoppers, and when Bucky asks, “did she just say, ‘tell us about your Beaver?,’” you startle with a squeal and nearly drop a now very irritated Alpine.

“OH MY GOD BUCK!” you shout.

“She did, didn’t she?” Bucky deadpans. “What kind of baking show is this?”

You press pause and turn around to stare at him as he leans against the back of the ouch and peers down at you and Alpine.

“The best baking show ever! Now shush…it’s judgement time.”

He lifts his eyebrows and smirks. “Didn’t know it was so serious. I’m gonna grab some food and I’ll be right back.”

You hit play and continue watching, barely noticing when the couch dips and Bucky sits down next to you.

“Did the beaver win?” he asks through a mouthful of food.

“It doesn’t work like that,” you start to explain but clamp your mouth shut as you wait for Noel to announce the name of the baker that’s leaving.

“How does it…?”

“Buck, wait…this is the worst part,” you whisper as you nibble on a finger.

He shuts up and takes another bite of his sandwich.

“Oh noooooooo,” you cry when you hear who’s going home. “I hate when anyone has to leave.”

Once it’s over and you’ve shut the TV you sigh. “Have to wait a whole week for the next one!”

Bucky slides his arm across your shoulders and tucks you against him, silently offering you a bite of his sandwich.

You take it and then ask, “can we get some cake at the diner later? I’m in the mood for a big slice of something.”

He chuckles and takes another bite of the sandwich before offering you the last one.

“Sure doll face. I can always go for cake.”

“Time for baking again?” Bucky asks when he gets out of the bathroom and finds you on the couch snuggled up with Alpine.

“Yes! Want to come watch?” you ask excitedly.

His expression falls. “Aw doll. I’m about to go workout with Sam.”

You pout. Again.

He leans over the side of the couch and kisses it right off your lips. “I’ll try to be quick. Maybe I can catch the end…or you could wait for me?”

You stare at him and blink several times, warring with the need to watch the episode immediately and the desire to watch with him.

The corners of his eyes scrunch up as he smiles. “It’s ok baby doll. You go ahead and watch, I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

You nod and pucker up for another kiss which he happily obliges in.

By the time he gets back from his workout you’re watching Paul and Prue judge the showstoppers.

“Are we about to see who wins,” he says as he plops down next to you.

Alpine meows in frustration as the couch bounces and he goes with it.

“They’re still judging the showstoppers and it’s bread week…”

You say the last words ominously and Bucky shifts closer, bringing his lips to the shell of your ear.

“Why do you sound so scared doll?”

“Paul is the King of bread.”

“Paul…? Is that the guy with the bad fake tan?”

“HEY!” you admonish with a giggle. “Yeah…but he knows bread.”

“I know bread!” Bucky says more to himself than you. “I eat bread all the time. I love it.”

“Not like that you buttface,” you retort. “Like he knows how to bake the best bread.”

“Buttface…? Did you just…?” Bucky starts before he returns his focus to the bread.

“I’ll be the judge of that! Where can we get some Paul bread?”

“Paul bread?” you repeat. “Just…shush. Let’s watch.”

“You sure tell me to shush a lot when this show is on,” he grumbles.

“That’s ‘cause you talk too much while it’s on!” you reply.

“That’s it,” Bucky says and grabs you, hauling you into his lap as his fingers find purchase on your waist and dig in.

“BUCKKKKKKKKKKKY! That tickles, stop, OH MY GOD!”

You screech and squeal and kick and fight but it’s no use. He easily holds you in place while he tortures you with tickles.  

Alpine hops off the couch with his tail turned up and gives Bucky a murderous glare.

“Please,” you whine. “Just let me finish my show!”

He finally relents and slides his hands along your curves, snuggling you against his chest while you catch your breath.

“You’re such a pain in my ass,” you sigh as you let out one last deep breath and snuggle closer.

After they announce star baker Bucky adds, “I like the guy with the eye liner. He’s really funny.”

“That’s Noel. He’s the best!”

You stiffen when they get ready to announce who’s going home and Bucky hugs you more tightly.

“I really hate that part,” you say when it’s over.

“Alright, it’s official. Next week we are watching together.”

Your frown instantly turns into a bright smile and you throw your arms around his neck, peppering his face with kisses.

“I’m so excited Buck! And I have to explain everything…so Paul and Prue are the judges…”

Bucky stops you with a press of his finger to your lips. “Can we discuss his over food? Sam kicked my ass today and then the baking and now I’m starving.”

You smile before taking his finger and giving it a nibble. “Of course. Come on, we can get pizza.”

“YESSSS my favorite,” he sings.

“Everything is your favorite,” you deadpan.

He scoffs and then his smile turns devious. “I take it back.”

Your hands land on your hips and pin him with a challenging glare.

He steps closer and takes you in his arms. “Pizza isn’t my favorite thing to eat…”

His lips trail along your neck, stopping just below your ear. “You’re my favorite thing to eat.”

With a hum of satisfaction you crane your neck back and sigh as he places soft kiss to your skin, tracing your jaw before he finds your lips again.

His stomach growls just as he kisses you and you both laugh.

“Pizza first,” you say.

“Then you for dessert,” he promises.

“Man those technical challenges are rough,” Bucky says as he runs his hand through his hair. “Shit.”

“I KNOW!” you agree. “I don’t know how they do it.”

“Show stopper now?” Bucky asks with a boyish smirk.

“Yep!” you say popping the p before giving him a sweet kiss. “And it’s pastry week! YUM!”

Bucky’s fingers sneak under your shirt and trace mindless patterns along your shoulder. You’re snuggled against his chest with your palms flattened on his chest and tummy.

He digs his fingers into your skin and asks, “why does Paul walk around and watch them like that!?! It’s so intimidating!”

“Because he’s a total pain in the butt and knows how scary he is!”

As you continue to watch each baker explains their flavors and design and Bucky’s stomach growls.

“I’m so hungry,” he whines.

“You’re so cute,” you answer. “We just have to get through judging then we can eat!”

“Ok,” he says quietly as he pulls you closer.

“That’s amazing!” he says excitedly as one of the bakers brings up their showstopper. “I hope it tastes good!”

When the bakers are lined up in their chairs waiting to hear who star baker is and who’s leaving the tent, Bucky sucks in a breath, clearly on edge.

“Yes!” he cheers when they announce star baker. “I called that one!”

“You did,” you say as you pat his chest with a smile.

When Noel is about to say who’s leaving the tent Bucky drops his head and mutters, “ugh, you were right, this part really is the worst. I like them all! I don’t want anyone to leave.”

“Just wait until it gets down to the end and there are only a few bakers left…” you warn him.

The show ends and you both give each other a sad look.

“Do we know what the theme for next week is?” he asks.

“Botanicals!”

“Like flowers?” he asks with a confused look.

“Yes,” you smile.

“Wow, can’t wait for that!...heyyyyy why don’t we bake something doll?”

You do a double take. “You want to bake?”

“Yeah! I mean why not? I’m sure we can make somethin’ good.”

“OK! I’m sure we have the ingredients to put something together.”

You hop off the couch and head into the kitchen, opening a drawer to pull out two aprons.

“No way!” Bucky says when he sees what you’re holding up.

“You have to Buck! PLEAAASSSSSSSEEE…all the bakers wear one!”

“Fine,” he relents and takes it from your hand. “But I’m getting second dessert after this.”

He waggles his eyebrows as he looks you up and down.

“What are you a Hobbit?” you tease.

“A horny Hobbit!” he exclaims.

@hiddles-rose @lizette50 @buckysdollforlife @blackwidownat2814 @goldylions @randomfandompenguin @kmc1989

[jamil-s-wifey]

Hello :3 Can I get a long scenario with my dearest Jamil?

I really love him so much >///< so here is my scenario, I hope you can accept

Jamil got sick and has a fever. MC stayed beside him and nursed him for 3 days without blinking and finally he recovered. He started to remember her care during his illness after his fever dropped. And when he woke up, MC hugged him tightly. A bit long, huh? 😅 I would be happy with little NSFW, not gonna lie.

Well hello there, fellow Jamil enthusiast~ It has certainly been a hot minute, hasn't it? It is my utmost pleasure to present you with the *long-awaited* scenario at hand! A bit of NSFW, some heart-warming fluff and Jamil finally getting a GODDAMN break, coming right up! It's not full on NSFW, just a lil bit, as requested, I don't know why it turned out like that- still, I hope this is good! (Tbh, it fits the scenario)

P.S. This hit close to home, I used to be a very sickly child and I still catch all sorta sicknesses a lot easier than normal people. So, what he will experience here is all based on very PERSONAL and very SALTY experience. 🙃

"What am I gonna do with you? You can't keep pushing yourself so much!" You murmured, pressing a cold cloth to Jamil's forehead as he slept soundly.

.......

Jamil hated being sick. Pretty normal right? Everybody hates being sick.

But to Jamil, sickness meant pushing through and continuing with his chores, regardless of his wellbeing. Imagine cooking above a hot stove with a high temperature. Can't be pleasant, can it?

But even the hardest stones could crack under enough force - such is the way the world works. It was towards the end of the day, as Jamil was preparing Kalim's dinner, when he felt his body give out under him. All day he'd been going around with a fever, he felt as if his own body was rotting on the inside, screaming at him to stop and have a break. His eyes were watery and felt as though they were burning in his eye sockets.

He couldn't even reach a chair to sit, before his knees buckled and he fell to the floor - too dizzy and too weak. Rarely did he ever get this sick, but this time it was bad. He moved to a more comfortable position and remained like that, trying to gather enough strength to get some medicine..... He most certainly didn't realise he'd fallen asleep, too tired to move, nor did he hear Kalim's worried voice when he found him on the floor in the kitchen.

And Kalim? Kalim was terrified! Quickly he called on his dorm members to move him to his room and immediately called you, crying on the phone, worried that Jamil might never wake up. (That's not how colds work, Kalim-) Worried about Jamil, you immediately rushed to the Scarabia dorm, medicine in hand.

_____________

And now here you are, in the present, taking extensive care of your near delirious not-quite-boyfriend-but-kinda-love-interest. He'd occasionally wake up and exchange barely audible pleasantries with you, drink his "extra healthy and full of good stuff" chicken soup (whatever that was supposed to entail) and then fall back into slumber. His fever has gone down drastically, but the utter exhaustion left in its wake has kept him bedridden. Apparently it was a seasonal fever, which just so happened to hit Jamil, who in turn chose to ignore it in the beginning.

You'd taken the liberty to remain situated in his room for about three days.

Day one was the worst - high fever, clattering teeth and a sleepless night to boot. You'd change his shirt every time he'd drench it in sweat whilst fighting off the fever. You'd switch up the cloth every time it lost its cooling effect, you'd remained by his side the entire time, least he needed something anything at all.

"Once you get better, I'm so gonna yell at you for not taking better care of yourself.... You're lucky I love you." You'd mumbled, barely audible in the quiet of the room as he slept.

Day two was better - he slept through most of it and you could in turn prepare some soup, as well as cover most of his chores, get a pass from the teachers AND even leave him some of your notes for when he recovers. (Look at you go! He'd better propose imo)

Now, on day three he was evidently much healthier. Finally he gave up trying to get out of bed, and instead lay resting, drinking his medicine, feeling utterly pampered by you.

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"How long have you...been here?" You seemed pretty tired in his eyes. The moment you heard his voice you immediately threw yourself gently on him, gently crushing his bones in a hug.

"A while." You responded, face buried in his chest. In reality, you hadn't had a proper night of sleep in about 3 days. You DID sleep, Kalim even prepared a guest bedroom, but you chose to remain next to Jamil for most of the time. "Do you know how worried I was?"

"You didn't have to do all this, you know? You could've get sick too."

"I could've, but I haven't. For somebody with such a keen eye and monstrous deliberation, you really don't know how to take care of yourself properly." You quipped back, moving to sit on the bed next to him.

"As, so I'm being reprimanded now." His gaze softened. "Thank you....for taking care of me these last few days... I've forgotten what it's like to not have to worry or do anything... I feel like I've slept a lifetime... I don't know how I could possibly return the favour."

You can't stay mad at him. He knows it, you know it. Hell, even the Great Seven know it.

"Return it by recovering completely."

He chose not to continue the conversation. He knew arguing was pointless.

"You know, while I was sleeping, or trying to, I was mostly aware of what was happening around me." He began, pushing himself up, in a sitting position. "When you'd quietly hum to yourself, or cuss when you couldn't find something..."

"Ah- well, did you now? Sorry if you had a difficult time falling asleep because of me. " you felt your cheeks warm up a bit.

"No no, please. It's fine. You've taken such good care of me. I just... couldn't help but hear something, which perhaps I wasn't meant to."

He reached out, tangling his hand in your hair.

"Something about you loving me?"

...

Nope, all that heat in your cheeks? Gone. Now it was just coldness and dread.

He saw your frazzled state and chuckled. "I guess I'm really lucky, to have you to take *such* good care of me, huh."

He leaned in, but stopped just centimetres away.

"I shouldn't."

You heart dropped even lower, if that was even possible.

"I could get you sick.~" There was a lilt to his voice, but his eyes showed concern.

"Oh, for fuck's sake-" you leaned in, smashing your lips onto his. He smiled into the kiss, pulling you towards him.

Naturally, you moved to sit in his lap, his hands moving to your waist.

"Your feelings are returned, for the record." He mumbled in between heated kisses. The more heated the kisses became, the more his hands would wander until-

In the blink of an eye, he flipped you over, so that you were underneath him. Skillfully he unbuttoned the first few buttons of your uniform, revealing more of your neck and collarbones. "I think I have a way of returning the favour. You took such good care of me, I think it's my turn~"

His attention moved to your neck, leaving heated languid kisses and playful bites on your skin. His hand trailed down to spread your legs, moving between them. Every single touch of his was intoxicating. Pretty quickly your shirt was thrown on the floor, the supple flesh underneath - covered in hickeys.

"Are you not going to undress as well? Or should I do that for you?" you asked, breathless, yet teasing in manner. Well. As teasing as one could get, given how achingly turned on you were. "Like you didn't have more than enough time to appreciate the view, during these last few days." he teased right back, but his hands moved to grip the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time." He practically purred, fingers gliding over your stomach, gently trailing lower and lower.

"Of course, you can tell me to stop anytime."

"I don't want you to."

"As you wish, my dear. Then I'll make sure to indulge, taking, tasting, touching every single part of you. "

[cosmicpearlz]

halloween is cool

summary: jude hadn’t really thought twice about spooky season or halloween.. well until you came along.

pairing: jude bellingham x reader

a/n: slightly projecting on this one because halloween/spooky szn is possibly my favorite holiday

october. the month of everything spooky and filled with autumn like colors. it's possibly your favorite month to ever exist. loving the pumpkins, the slight chill that graced the air, and the halloween decor. let's not forget that it happens to be sweater weather too.

"baby! baby! baby!" your cheery voice rang through the house. jude could almost picture the smile that resided on your face. a smile itching its way onto his, as your footsteps became closer.

"yes m'love?" you sit next to him on the couch with a bounce, beaming from ear to ear.

"it's october."

"the first of the month to be exact."

"well, aren't you excited?"

"for what?" you gasp dramatically at his question and stare at him with wide eyes. jude finds it harder to contain the smile that wanted to come out and rest on his face.

"it's spooky season."

"i know baby."

"we should be celebrating. why aren't you happy about the best time of the year?" your eyebrows furrowed and jude's heart couldn't take how cute you looked. he loved seeing you so passion and happy about something.

"never really thought twice about it," he says, while shrugging his shoulders. a moment of silence passes by the two of you. then it hit you. a grin replaces the smile that rested on your face just a few minutes ago.

"can we decorate the house?"

"whatever you want baby. we can go shopping for some stuff tomorrow after training." you excitedly squealed and jumped into his arms. the boy barely having time to catch you but still wrapping his arms around you tightly. laughter fills the living room as you pressed kisses all over his face.

-

over the next couple of days, you were determined to turn the house into halloween theme for the season. from pumpkins that sat in front of the door to the skeletons that hung in the living room and kitchen. little touches of orange and black and the fake spiderwebs filled the house as well. the decorations weren't over the top, but it made the house fit more in tune with october.

"we should plan a halloween party or have matching costumes! or maybe both." you wrap your arms around his was it. hugging him from the back.

"what happened to good morning? how was your sleep babe?"

"oops, sorry. good morning my love, how was your sleep?" you lean on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. jude chuckles quietly to himself, you feel the vibrations of his laughter being that you were still pressed up against his back.

"it was alright, i couldn't sleep much. so, i started cleaning the house a bit. how'd you sleep darling?" he turns around to face you. his hands now resting on your hips. fingertips lightly brushing the bare skin that peeked out from your sleep shirt. your arms find their place around his neck and give him a smile.

"wow, i can't believe you actually cleaned the house. they get so old," you say with fake sniffles to tease him. jude playfully rolls his eyes and pulls you closer to him. "i slept well though. i will say, i did miss seeing your pretty face in bed when i woke up."

"you flirt."

"only for you bellingham," you winked and press a kiss to his lips.

"we can go right back to bed if you keep acting like this," he bites his lip, gazing into your eyes. you shake your head and laugh.

"you freak."

"only for you darling."

"you didn't give me an answer to my suggestions."

"baby, wasn't decorating the house enough?"

"no."

"seriously?"

"seriously jude." he stares you down as if waiting for you to suddenly change your mind. "oh c'mon, work with me here!" you whined and pouted your bottom lip. jude groans and closes his eyes.

"i hate when you give me puppy dog eyes with that adorable pout of yours. i can never say no to you! you're cheating."

"it's not cheating love. it's called knowing how to get your boyfriend to say yes to your amazingly cool ideas." you took it a step further and batted your eyelashes. jude smile grows watching you attempt anything to get your way. you both knew that it was gonna work anyway.

"how about we compromise?"

"what are we compromising?" you lift an eyebrow in question.

"ditch the halloween party but we can do the matching-"

"deal."

"you didn't even let me finish." you both burst into laughter.

"all i heard was a yes, so consider me happy."

"i'm glad you're happy baby. all i ever want to do is make you happy. even if it means catering to your weird obsession with halloween."

"heyyy! it's not weird. halloween is cool baby. get with the program."

"yeah yeah, whatever you say m'love."

jude pulls you even closer to him. fronts pressing against each other. leaning down, he connects his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. preferring to take his time with the kiss rather than rushing it. it was slow and full of love. making your heartbeat just a bit faster than it normally does. the only thing that runs through the boy's head is how much he loved you and getting to spend mornings like this with you was the best feeling. little did he know, you were thinking the exact same.

[sakureis]

Trick or Trick

Summary: interactions with your so-called unrequited crush

Warnings: fluff, description of food, reader being oblivious, partially based on irl experience

Characters): Azul Ashengrotto

Finally, you'd scrounged up enough money to treat yourself to something, and the Mostro Lounge just so happened to be releasing its brand new breakfast menu. All of your friends had promised to pay for you when they heard the news, but you couldn't accept their generosity, this was something you had to earn, even if it was just breakfast.

It was a weekend so you had plenty of time to sleep in before heading out to meet the other first years at the hall of mirrors.

Upon arrival you could smell all the new food and the accompanying seasonings. It was enough to make your mouth water.

As you sat down, the debate on waffles or pancakes began. Ace and Deuce of course being on opposing sides.

By the time someone came to take your order it had become a full blown verbal fight. You were too caught up in trying to calm the duo down to notice who exactly it was.

"Ahem," Azul coughed to catch your attention.

"What will it be this morning?"

You froze, having expected some random student to be responsible for your table, not the owner himself. The owner of the Mostro Lounge who you, conveniently, had been thinking about for the past two weeks nonstop.

"I'll have the waffles, please," you choked out, your decision causing boos from half the table.

Azul smiled and turned to the rest of your friends. You didn't get to hear their answers because of how much you were overanalyzing the single sentence you'd uttered.

When the food came out everyone started murmuring and looking your way. You shot a quizzical look towards Deuce before turning around to receive your plate.

Except this plate was not one you were expecting.

Loaded with syrups, chocolate chips, and whipped cream, you could barely see the waffles underneath. What really stood out was that no one else has received a dish like that.

"I've heard about your sweet tooth," Azul murmured as he placed it in front of you. "Also no need to pay, it's on the house."

Once again, you sat there in shock before slowly cutting into the mass of food in front of you.

"I think he likes you," Deuce whispered.

"I call bull, it's probably some way to get me to return and pay for it later somehow. I don't want to be in his debt," you grumbled, "but I can't deny how good this is."

"No, he definitely likes you," Ace rebutted.

"Absolutely not, he's just scheming or something. Like when he tied my shoe for me the other day, there's gotta be ulterior motives going on."

"Like, liking you." It was Jack's turn.

"I agree," boomed Sebek. "It is part of human courting to do favors for the other."

As it hit you, you realized your friends would be non stop teasing you in the upcoming weeks for being so oblivious to Azul's advances.

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The House At The End Of The Street

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader(Strangers to lovers) Summary: There's a house at the end of your street that no one ever went up to. They didn't even feel comfortable walking by it; they always crossed the street to avoid it, except you. You didn't care who or what lived there. Finally, the curiosity was too much, and you had to see who lived there. Warning: SMUT!! 18+ (unprotected P IN V, DON'T BE SILLY WRAP YOUR WILLY, CHOKING) READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, cussing, Vampire Bucky, if I miss any warnings, please let me know.

It's finally spooky season and Halloween is your favorite holiday; you've waited all year for your creepy side to come out and be acceptable. You pulled several boxes of Halloween decorations out of your attic getting more and more excited with each box. You looked over at your dog, Mylo who you put red devil horns and a tail on. Mylo is one of those chill dogs that will let you do whatever you want to him and he's happy to go along with it. "Mylo, you look so adorable in your costume!" He barked back and wagged his tail.

You pulled out a giant spider fixing its legs, so they were all spread out, you looked at the outside of your house to see where you could put it, there wasn't a good spot on your house but the big tree in your front yard is bare and could use a spider and some webs. You looked around at the neighborhood kids running around in their costumes normally you would stay home and hand out candy, but you decided to go out and walk around with a couple of friends who have children or they're taking their siblings out.

You were going to mean girls it and just put on some cute cat ears but then you remembered you have an old costume from a party you went to last year, it was a leather devil one-piece with wings and a headpiece. You put a leash on Mylo and walked out to meet your friends. "You guys look great" You beamed as you walked closer to them, they looked over at you and waved returning the same compliment. All of you continued down the street stopping at houses that were handing out candy until you guys got to the house on the corner "Let's skip this one."

You looked at the house and then back at your friends "The guy that lives there is finally handing out candy aren't you guys just a little bit curious as to who he is?" They all shook their heads even Mylo didn't want to go up there you handed your friend the leash "You guys continue, I'll catch up." They didn't hesitate to walk to the next house, you took a deep breath and walked up to the house. You slowly raised your hand to knock on the door when it abruptly opened causing you to jump back. "Trick or treat" You smiled wide at the man at the door.

Although his cold expression never left his face you couldn't help but admire his facial features "Aren't you a little old to be trick or treating?" You didn't even hear what he said he was too gorgeous to take your eyes off of, his piercing blue eyes staring deep into your soul pulled you out of the trance you were in. "Why are you looking at me like that?" You finally peeled your eyes away from him "I'm sorry I didn't expect-" You were cut off by him shoving candy in your hand and slamming the door.

You slowly turned away and caught up with your friends handing their kids the candy you got from the house "You made it back" You were still stunned by the beauty that man possessed "Y/N?" Your head snapped in the direction of the friend who called your name "Yeah?" They asked if you were okay and if you wanted to go home "Yeah, I'm okay. This is gonna sound crazy, but he was gorgeous." They scrunched up their face and then started laughing "Girl, you are crazy, come on we got a few more houses to hit."

Finally, you were back home you forgot how much walking that required, you plopped down on your couch and sighed "The night is still young what do you wanna do Mylo?" Suddenly Mylo started growling at the front door, you tried calming him down, but nothing worked. "What is it, Mylo?" Just then there was a knock on your door, and you got up to see who it was. It was the man who lived in the house at the end of the street.

You slowly opened the door coming face to face with him. "Uh, hi." He stood there awkwardly "I have some leftover candy and wondered if you wanted it." He held out the box of candy for you to take "Sure, thank you." After you took the box, he turned on his heels and walked back to his house without another word or second glance. You turned and closed the door "That was weird, let's go to bed, Mylo"

It was the next day, and you stayed in bed longer than you really wanted to, surrounded by empty candy wrappers. You sighed and looked around "Let's get up I guess" You cleaned up the candy wrappers and walked down to the kitchen to throw them away. You decided to get up and make a cake to take to the man as a thank you.

You finally finished the cake adding cute little decorations to it "Okay Mylo I will be right back" Mylo barked back as if he was responding to you, you carefully closed the door behind you and walked down the street. It was pretty cloudy outside and a little chilly, but it felt nice. You knocked nicely on the door within a few minutes the door opened revealing the man in a black robe and a mean expression on his face.

"Can I help you?" Your smile never faded although you were kinda scared "I made you a cake to say thank you for the candy last night." He raised an eyebrow and stared at you "Thank you, I guess. Would you like to come in?" You were hesitant at first but went inside anyway you followed him to the kitchen and set the cake on the counter. "My name is James by the way, but I go by Bucky"

"Y/N" You picked up a knife to cut the cake while he got the plates and forks. "So, how long have you lived here?" The question caught you off guard. "About two years. I needed a fresh start somewhere new." You placed a slice on each plate "How about you?" You looked up at him and took a bite while you waited for him to answer, he looked at you "What about me?"

You smiled "How long have you lived here?" He looked a little nervous but answered, "Uh, several years, I don't remember the exact." You nodded but couldn't help but stare at him. "What are you looking at?" You didn't take your eyes off of him; you couldn't. "You're just gorgeous." His cheeks turned bright pink, and he thanked you.

You looked down at your watch then back at Bucky "It's getting pretty late; I should head home." Bucky began to clean up "Do you have to? I was hoping we could watch a movie or something together if you're okay with that." You didn't want to impose but since he offered you decided to stay. "Sure, sounds fun." You help him make popcorn and then follow him to the couch.

The two of you sat on the couch watching the intro to Corpse Brid. "Have you seen this movie before?" you asked him quietly, without taking your eyes off the screen "No, I don't get it. He proposed to a tree branch, but he's already engaged." You giggled slightly "He was trying to practice his vows and make sure he doesn't mess up, and she was left by her fiancé and just wanted to be loved." He nodded and saw how close he was getting to you and moved over.

You noticed he moved away and decided to move closer to him "I don't mind being close to you" He put his arm around your shoulders "Is this, okay?" You nodded and laid your head on his chest. You went to look up at him to say something about the movie but what you didn't know was he was already looking at you and your lips accidentally touched. He didn't pull back and neither did you.

There was something about the kiss, it was innocent yet hungry. Without breaking the kiss, you crawled into his lap straddling it. As soon as you sat down comfortably you felt something poking your inner thigh, you smirked against his lips and rolled your hips against his boner. He pulled back looking up at you "It's not like I don't want to. I'm just scared."

You softly kissed his forehead "No need to be scared, but if you really don't want to, I can respect that." His hand found its way to your throat pulling you into another kiss, this time the kiss was fueled by hunger, he wanted you so bad that he couldn't hold it back any longer.

He flipped you over so that way he was on top his hand not leaving your throat, using his other hand to unbutton your jeans and slide them down, you moaned softly against his lips which sent him into overdrive, he was insecure at first but now that he knows how you feel he relaxed and knew what to do.

He pulled back from the kiss to continue undressing you, after he was finished, he looked down at you admiring your naked body "You're pretty like that." You blushed and watched him take off his clothes, your mouth fell open as you looked at his chiseled body which made you even wetter just by the sight of him.

"Like what you see, doll?" You bit your lip and nodded "Words, Princess." You licked your lips and looked him up and down "You are sexy as hell, your body makes me wet" You took his hand placing it on your pussy to show him just how wet he made you. He smirked at you and pulled his fingers back to lick them.

He spread your legs and lined himself up with you, he took the tip of his dick and rubbed it against your clit, you've been so starved for physical touch that the slightest on your pussy made you squirm. "Patience, doll I'm going to make you feel good, okay?" Before you were able to answer he slid into you, you gasped and bit your lip to keep from moaning too loud. "I wanna hear you, Doll."

Bucky took your hands pinning them above your head and started thrusting faster, as much as you tried to contain yourself you just let it out, you moaned his name arching your back with each stroke "Fuck, fuck, fuck." You screamed out which only made him more and more confident, you didn't want to cum quick, but it felt so good.

You felt his thrusts get sloppier and sloppier, you knew he was close and so were you. You clenched around his dick moving your hips along with his "Oh fuck you feel so good, Doll." He let go of your hands and gripped the couch, thrusting deep in you, your nails dug into his back moaning his name loudly. He did one more thrust and finally the both of you came.

Breathing heavily Bucky stayed inside of you and collapsed on top of you "That was great" He looked up at you "I'm glad you stayed" He kissed your shoulder and watched you drift off to sleep. You don't remember what happened after the two of you had sex, but you woke up in your bed, clothed, confused, and a little dazed.

Your head was pounding, and you looked at your phone. You'd been asleep for two days and didn't even realize it. You got out of bed and went down the stairs to the kitchen to see Mylo eating from his full food bowl. You were confused but ultimately ignored it. Although you just woke up you were exhausted but instead of going to sleep you decided to take Mylo on a walk.

On your walk, you pass Bucky's house. He was on his way inside. "Hey, Bucky." No Answer. He just walked inside, and you shrugged your shoulders "Maybe he didn't hear me." You continued on your walk back to your house "So Mylo what should we do for dinner?" He barked back as if he had given a suggestion. You went home, made dinner, then went back to sleep.

It's been 2 weeks since Bucky has spoken to you, you were a little hurt, but you didn't expect him to want to date you or whatever. You thought you two were at least friends. You've had enough and decided to go over to Bucky's house, you knocked on the door until he answered it. "Can I help you?" You were taken aback by his response but kept your stern face.

"What's been up with you? We have sex and you just ignore me for weeks." He sighed and quickly pulled you inside causing you to stumble a bit "Woah, calm down." He turned to face you "I don't need our neighbors to spread more rumors about me, but there is something I need to tell you, and I don't know how you will take it." He takes your hand and guides you to the couch.

The two of you sat down, he kept your hands in his and took a deep breath. "I'm a vampire." You stared at him and laughed thinking he wasn't serious, but when his face didn't change you stopped laughing "You're serious?" He nodded and showed you, his fangs. You sat there, then smiled you softly caressed his cheek "Okay." His face was shocked "Okay?"

You nodded and kissed his cheek. "Maybe you didn't notice, but I fucking love you, if you want me or not I can't and won't change my feelings for you." He pulled you close kissing your lips softly "God, I love you too."

A/N: This was for @buck-star 's trick or treat event, it was a lot of fun, and I loved being a part of this. This fic will be my last for a while, I've decided to take a break and try to get things back on track in my life, I tried my best to finish this before Halloween I hope you guys enjoy it.

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His Hoodie

Content Warning: Dom!y/n , unprotected sex , overstimulation , fluff(a bit), Xavier being a cutie patootie

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Written By: Wisteria

Editing By: Lotus

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Very first post^^^

It was the middle of a freezing winter, you had thin layered pajamas that barely helped against the sheer coldness.  You shivered and knew by this point, you’d catch a cold in an instance. You looked around to see if you could find anything warm and in the corner of your eyes, you spotted Xavier’s white hoodie.You picked up the soft polyester and wore it over your pajamas, while the hoodie went over your head, you caught the whiff of his entrancing vanilla scent which relieved your whole body. His hoodie got you warm in an instant. It was so pleasing and even though you were in the winter season, smelling his hoodie brought you back to spring. 

You sat on the bed waiting for Xavier to finish showering while looking at your phone, scrolling through all the influencers online. Then, you heard a creak from the bathroom door, warm steam coming out. Xavier stood there while his hair was dripping with water and his pale body was slick with the shine of the water.He looked at you in awe staring at you up and down. His damp towel still on his wet hair and a towel being wrapped across his waist. You looked up to see his bright red face and grinned.

“Do you like the fit?” you said with a playful tone. He nodded slowly while trying to hide his tomato-like face away from you. You could only laugh at the embarrassment he felt. You decided to get up and slowly lean closer to Xavier, as you felt a water droplet from his hair drop down onto your head. You inched closer, just enough to tease him. You were so close to the point where you could feel his warm breath. You looked at his pretty face and his dripping wet hair, realizing how lucky you were. Xavier was still frozen as if you made a computer die, and right when you tried to look away, his soft lips came crashing down to yours. You could feel the warmth of his hand creeping up your neck to support you. Xavier broke the kiss after a few seconds and looked away in embarrassment, even though you were both yearning for each other's warmth.

You reached your hand out and grasped onto his soft cheeks, pulling him in for another kiss. This one lasted longer. Next thing you know, you were both on the bed, the air filled with lustful noises. The room that was once cold from the weather, felt warm like a steamy sauna. Both his hoodie and your pajamas fell to the floor, as you laid on top of Xavier in a trance. You scanned him from the top of his head to his length. You could only want to tease him as the only motive Xavier had was to hide from the embarrassment. You leaned in to kiss him and slowly slid your pussy to his length. It stretched the inside of your walls as your mouth just spilled. As you arched your back from the sensation of the stretch. You started rocking up and down on him feeling every inch of him, it kissed your clit delicately each time. As you saw Xavier looking at you, as if you were one of the most beautiful things in the whole world, like the bright sun shining down on him. You hit your peak, your rocking became sloppy. As you stayed there trying to catch some air, Xavier took his hands to your waist, thrusting upwards continuously. “Wait- Xavier-”You couldn't let out more words from the unexpected action he made. You could only make out the sounds of your skin clapping and the lewd noises you two made, but also the pleasure in things. Your pussy felt so welcoming to Xavier, like a present given to him on his first birthday. “Xavier- your too-ngh~ fast” You couldn't take it anymore. He could feel your pussy clenching around him as he made his thrusts faster. Your legs grew weak as you came, it felt like your whole body melted like a candle, As Xavier came as well with you after a short while of this steamy moment.

The next morning, you could feel and arm around you, covering you with warmth. You saw Xavier sleeping blissfully as the sun shone on his hair, making him even more mesmerizing. He started waking up, groaning from his sleep and saw you. It felt so refreshing to see your face in the morning. He couldn’t stop smiling. “I love your fit..” he whispered under his breath,  as he dozed off to sleep once again.

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Hey!! Specific request for you :) meeting Lando at a post Vegas GP party. You message back and forth as he goes to Abu Dhabi, but then he surprises you and flies to your hometown to spend his first week post season. You get to show him around and introduce him to your family and friends, etc?

There's Something So Magic About You

I love this idea!!

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Your Tiktok had blown up in the past few months, with breaking down and generally commentating on the ongoing of F1 both on and off of the grid. This had led to you getting invited to the brand new Las Vegas grand prix with Ferrari. But it wasn't the boys in red that were catching your eye, it was a certain British boy in his 'papaya-esque' uniform, he'd been growing out his facial hair all season and was now starting to look a lot more mature. Little did you know you'd caught his eye aswell, he'd seen you on tiktok breaking down his great overtakes and massive progress McLaren had made throughout the season.

Sundays race hadn't went amazingly for Ferrari with one driver DNF-ing mid way through the race and the other receiving multiple penalties during qualifying leading to a very difficult start to the race, they had not ended where they had wished, some who did however, was a certain Lando Norris who had came second, his best result all season.

Obviously, with it being Las Vegas, the after party was huge, drivers, friends, mechanics even a few team principals had shown their faces. The drinks were flowing, the music was booming and the whole club was alive, you were simply observing until you felt someone tap you on the shoulder.

"Hi" you heard, shouted over the music by a voice you'd come to know very well, "I'm Lando, its a pleasure to meet you"

"I'm very aware of who you are" you replied, you words slightly slurred after what was maybe one too many drinks.

"So do i get a name? Or am i just gonna have to call you 'the girl that would look 100x better in orange?" He added, a slight of hope in his voice.

"I quite like that actually, it has a bit of a ring to it, guess if you want a name you're gonna have to work for it, papaya boy" you replied, in a half-serious way, as you turned to walk off into the night, he grabbed you by the waist pulling you back in .

"If i can't get a name can i at least get a number??" He was almost starting to sound desperate.

You complied, exchanging numbers and sending a quick text just to make sure they were right. At this point you knew you'd had one too many, you could both tell this as Lando, who had also had a few too many tonight suggested you shared a ride back to the hotel.

When you arrived you parted ways and got in separate elevators. It was then it hit you, not only did he notice you, he wanted you.

The week between Vegas and Abu Dhabi went by in a blur with you and Lando barely leaving each other alone, going from awkward hellos to spilling secrets and learning about one another so quickly it was hard to remember a time before you knew him. Sadly, for both of you, you couldn't attend the finale race of this season, promising Lando that you'd watch every second and call him when he was alone.

The weekend went by, Lando had done well by all means, but he didn't win, he'd made it into P4 which was still amazing, but Lando seemed very upset and you felt horrible that you couldn't be there. You asked if he was doing any celebrating to which he said he had some 'important business' to attend to and honestly, you were too afraid to ask.

And oh, were you glad you didn't, on Monday morning you were woken up by a loud knock at your door, expecting it to just be a package you had ordered, you put very little effort into making yourself look presentable so when you opened the door and saw a smile you had longed for for so long, it took you a minute to even process what was happening.

He almost luged at you hugging you tighter than you'd ever been hugged, you asked what he was doing here to which he replied that he wanted to spend time with his new found favourite person.

You spent the week visiting different places in your hometown, your favourite restaurant, the park where you learned how to ride a bike, he even met some of your friends.

It got to Friday, almost time for him to go, though it was likely you'd go with him at least for a little while. Casually, while you were getting ready to go for your weekly family dinner, which Lando had begged to go to until you asked your mum who was delighted to have him over, he said he wished you two could be more, something serious, you asked why you couldn't, he didn't give you a direct answer, he simply asked if you would be his girlfriend, of course you agreed.

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Desert Rose

Chapter 19 ~ Goodbye

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 2

✧ Word Count : 3.7k

In this chapter ~ In a fit of panic and utter devastation, Rose is forced to make the hardest and most painful decision she has ever had to make in her life. But in her mind, it was all for the best. Although, someone seemed to catch her in her little white lies.

There was silence, with a slight ringing left in my ears. The world felt like it stopped spinning for a second, though it was short, it seemed like we all silently felt it. As soon as that little girl's body hit the ground with a soft thud, everything paused for this devastating moment in time.

Carol's sobs never stopped for her daughter as she eventually squirmed out of my hold, rushing towards the RV as she cried. And I let her go. This was truly an unexpected loss, one that we didn't even want to imagine let alone actually face it. She needed time to mourn, time to heal, so I let her go.

Beth then ran forward, crying and approaching the sea of dead walkers that we left behind, her eyes scanning each and every one. She bent down when she saw a familiar face, sniffling as she kneels closer to see them a bit better. But suddenly the walker jolted back up, still somehow alive as it grabbed ahold of her while it could.

She let out an ear piercing scream the second she felt its cold grasp, causing me to jump back up to my feet and rush over towards her as fast as I could. I grabbed onto her arm in attempts to pry the dead one off of her, while Andrea didn't have to think twice before shooting it in the head. The second she was out of its grasp Beth fell into my arms sobbing, burying her face to try and silence her cries.

I just held her close, noticing after a moment that a few tears escaped my eyes as well, running down my cheeks effortlessly. I tried to comfort her as best as I could while rubbing her back softly, she just continued to cling onto my shirt as her sobs only grew. Hershel then made his way over to me with his arms extended out, and I gently pulled Beth off of me, lightly pushing her towards her dad. He quickly took her in his arms, glaring daggers at the few men that still stood around the empty barn, before the Greene's were back off towards the house. Only now, he wasn't sparing any of us a second glance.

Though Shane wasn't willing to accept that as he began to follow them, hearing him already beginning to start something else as if what he had just done wasn't enough.

But I took this as my opportunity and slipped away too. I saw the obvious fight that was about to happen between Shane and Hershel, and I did not want to be a part of it. Shane had probably ruined our chances at staying here and the Greene's would just kick us off their property without batting an eye.

Needless to say, I began to walk quickly towards the woods to just get away from everything. The chaos, the cries, and even everyone else whom I couldn't even bare to look at right now. I felt as if I had just been punched in the stomach after witnessing something my mind couldn't even fathom, and I needed to get away before I exploded.

But much to my dismay, I didn't make it very far, not far at all, before I heard his voice speak up softly from behind me.

"Where you goin?" he asked.

I sighed heavily before turning around to face him, "Just away. I need... I need to get out of here for a while."

He slowly nodded in understanding, "Ya want to be alone?"

"Yeah." I said simply, trying to fight the tears that threatened to spill in front of him. I didn't want him to see me break, not now, not ever.

But he noticed the obvious slight crack in my voice as I held in my emotions, daring to take a step closer to me, but I only took a step back. A small frown stretched onto his lips at my actions but I needed space. I needed to think.

"I'm sorry I just... I need to go." I muttered before turning around without another word.

I made my way deeper and deeper into the forest, shoving the branches out of my way and not stopping for anything. I didn't know where to go, where to run off to, all I knew was that I couldn't stay on that farm for another second. Not when the dead bodies were only piled up front and center for everyone to see.

Time almost didn't exist as I didn't know how long I walked quickly through the trees, only stopping suddenly when I spotted a log that I could sit on for a while. I plopped down slowly with a huff, trying to steady my racing heart as I was clearly moving faster than I realized. But as soon as I felt myself relax, the tears only resurfaced, and this time, the dam broke completely.

Today was the first day I have cried in a very long time, I couldn't even remember the last time I had. But today I did. I cried for the group, I cried for Carol, and I cried for Sophia. Everyone has been through so much in such a short amount of time, it seemed as though everything was going wrong all at once. Only getting worse as time went on.

I stayed out there for what felt like hours, repeatedly wiping my eyes over and over again as the flood wouldn't stop. But my movements suddenly paused, remembering something that made me snap back into reality faster than I ever had before.

This was it, this was the reason I was on my own. This was the reason I couldn't be around anyone else, why I couldn't function well with a group. I've gotten too attached to these people, each and every one of them meant something to me, and I thought of them as family. Sophia's death just reminded me of all the cons when it came to having people around.

In the very back of my mind I knew that I was better off on my own, and the thought of leaving suddenly creeped back into my head. It would hurt them, and I knew that, but life would go on and over time they would forget about me. They would carry on, hopefully moving forward even after a hard day like this. I knew deep down that they would thrive and be just fine throughout the rest of their lives. The lives that I would no longer be a part of.

Tears formed in my eyes once more as I thought more about leaving this group behind, but I quickly blinked them away. I had cried enough, and I had already made my decision. I would leave tonight.

I didn't want to, truly it pained me more than I would ever let on, but I couldn't keep doing this. Getting close with someone and then having them taken away from you is more painful than any gunshot wound could ever be.

I had stayed out in the woods for much longer than I realized, probably thinking much more than I needed to. But eventually I noticed where the sun was placed in the sky, and I thought it was a good time to head back to the farm. Though I was walking for a pretty long time as I slowly made my way back, not really knowing how far I ran.

When the house started to come into view, I could see people starting to gather around what looked like a few graves. It clicked together in my mind that they had cleaned everything up, now having a funeral for Sophia and Hershel's loved ones. To me, it couldn't have felt like worse timing, but yet I still walked up to them slowly, trying not to draw attention as they all turned to silently pay their respects.

But I wasn't alone for long before I felt a presence beside me and I looked to my right, seeing Glenn looking down at me with sympathy in his eyes. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and held me close to him as we listened. I didn't fail to notice that Carol was missing the second I walked in here, but I also understood why she might not have wanted to come. It was painful enough to see her walk out of that barn, why would she want to face everyone after that happened?

After Hershel was done reading from the bible, we all stood there in silence for a few moments, though it was long and painful as you could probably hear a pin drop among us. Then little by little, people started to slowly break away as they had said their final goodbye.

But my eyes followed Daryl once he stepped forward, delicately placing a Cherokee rose on top of Sophia's grave. My heart broke even more if that were possible, seeing the defeated look on his face once he stepped away was only the cherry on top of the cake.

Moments after that, I slowly broke away from Glenn without glancing back at him. I couldn't. Not when I knew I would soon be leaving him after everything. He was always there to comfort me when I needed it, and he was the first one who actually cared enough to get to know me. He gave me a chance that no one else did at first. His kindness alone is what would make me miss him more than anything, but I needed to protect myself and him as well. I just hoped that he would understand in the end.

I mindlessly headed towards the RV where I assumed Carol was sitting, wanting her to know at least once how much I wanted to be there for her. Although I didn't want to bombard her further, I wanted her to know how much I felt for her. Just once.

When I slowly entered the space, she was sat right at the table near the window, staring blankly at the graves that were practically across the field. My steps were slow and hesitant as I approached her, but I didn't hesitate to sit down across from her once I reached the seat.

She didn't glance over at me, nor did I say a word, I only reached down and grasped one of her hands in my own, squeezing it lightly. Her eyes met mine when the feeling registered in her mind, giving me the best smile she was able to muster without uttering a thing, but I didn't expect her to. But I wanted her to know that I was here right now to give her any kind of comfort that she needed.

I sat with her in silence for a few minutes before I could sense she just wanted to be alone, so I left to head into the house. It was surprisingly quiet when I walked in, no on really lingering in the space as I headed towards the kitchen to grab something to eat.

I was only met with Beth standing near the sink as she washed a few dishes silently. She hardly moved, barely even acknowledged my presence when I was far from quiet the moment I walked in the room.

"Hey hon." I greeted her, hoping I could grab her attention, but she didn't respond.

My eyebrows pulled together in concern as I watched her hand slowly stop washing the plate in her grasp, before she suddenly became limp, starting to fall to the ground. My arms instinctively extended out, but she hit the floor far too fast before I could catch her, landing on the tile with a loud bang. I rushed over to her with widened eyes, lifting her head up to see her skin looked deathly pale.

"Hershel! Maggie!" I called out, hoping someone would be close.

Only seconds after my voice echoed throughout the house, footsteps came rushing into the room, whipping my head around to see Maggie standing there in shock.

"What happened?" she asked frantically.

I shook my head, "I don't know, she was washing the dishes and then she just fell."

"Okay... let's get her to her room, will you help me?" she asked.

"Yeah of course." I instantly replied.

She moved over quickly, helping me as we slung either of her arms over our shoulders to bring her all the way upstairs. The two of us carefully set her down on her back flat on the mattress, Maggie moving quickly now to try and figure out what was wrong. Neither of us knew where Hershel was so the moment I knew Beth was safe, I made my way out of the house to see if anyone else had seen him recently.

Rick walked past the second I opened the front door, and I took my chances as I called his name, gesturing him to come over.

"What's wrong?" he asked immediately upon seeing the look I had on my face.

"Have you seen Hershel? Beth collapsed and we don't know what's wrong with her." I said quickly.

But he shook his head, "I haven't seen him since the funeral." he stated.

My mouth parted to respond, but Maggie's voice cut through whatever I was about to say. "Rose! Come here for a second!"

I didn't need to think twice before I turned around back into the house, Rick following close behind me. She was holding something in her hands and when I got a closer look, I saw that it was a flask with beautiful patterns engraved on the sides.

"I think I know where he is. He was a drinker before I was born, and there's a bar not too far from here and I think he might've gone there. The walkers, the funeral... it all might've been too much for him." Maggie rambled in a panic.

Rick nodded immediately, "I'll go after him, just tell me where it is."

Maggie looked over at me, and I knew what she was silently asking. "Go, I'll keep an eye on Beth." I spoke.

She smiled gratefully and gave my arm a squeeze before walking off with Rick to give him the directions on where to head off. I looked over to my right as I watched them leave for a few moments, before my eyes suddenly caught sight of Daryl making his way towards me quite quickly. My heart involuntarily did a flip and without thinking, I quickly rushed up the stairs, not daring to look back at him. I couldn't talk to him. If I talked to him; it would make me want to stay.

After I made it through the threshold of the girl's room, I closed the door quietly behind me as I glanced over in Beth's direction. Her eyes were still closed as beads of sweat pooled at the top of her forehead, and I began to move forward to sit at the edge of her bed, taking her hand in my own.

Seeing her like this only caused my mind to spiral. Not just because of this, but because of everything that seemed to be happening all at the same time. People being shot, the walkers, Sophia, the funeral, leaving everyone. The last one still caused my heart to sting the most. I grew clueless as I had no idea what I would do, or what I would say- oh my God what would I say? What could I say?

Suddenly, a lightbulb appeared just right above my head as I let go of Beth's hand, starting to search around her room for paper and a pen. After only a few seconds I found them pretty quickly in a nearby desk drawer before I sat myself back down on the mattress.

My mind raced as I started writing everything I wanted to say down on this piece of paper. Every little thing that I wanted to get off my chest, and every little thing that I wanted him to know. I needed to leave something, not just disappear and have them constantly wondering if I went missing too. I couldn't just leave them in the dark.

Although I was startled when the door in front of me suddenly flew back open, Maggie standing there a bit out of breath, but she still managed a smile.

"Hey, I'm sorry I took so long. Glenn decided to go with Rick to get my dad back." she informed me.

"Oh, it's okay, I just hope they all make it back safe." I said with a small smile.

She nodded and sat down next to me, "What are you writing?" she asked.

I folded the piece of paper and shook my head, "Just my thoughts, I wanted to write them all down to... I don't know, get them out of my head, I guess? Does that make any sense?" I chuckled.

She nodded immediately, "No it does, I get it. A lot happened today and honestly, I can't wait for it to be over."

I just nodded in return and we sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, just listening to the clock ticking by the seconds in the corner of the room. I could tell she was worried about her dad, but she tried to put up a front that she was fine. But I could tell she definitely wasn't fine, her fidgety hands and darting eyes mostly gave her away.

"I really hope my dad lets you guys stay..." she suddenly admitted, "I like having you here."

I looked at her and gave her a sad smile. "Yeah me too." I replied.

She returned the gesture, before wrapping her arm around my shoulders and pulled me in for a side hug, while I wrapped my arm around her as the silence filled around us once again. I was trying not to let myself get emotional yet again because I knew no matter if the group was allowed to say or not, I would be leaving Maggie and Beth behind.

What I was doing was far from easy, but in the end it would protect me the most from something that left me terrified. I just had to keep telling myself that eventually they would get over it, and so would I.

I found that I purposely avoided Glenn, Daryl, and Carl today simply because I felt like I couldn't look at any of them in the eyes and lie to them. But then it seemed to hit me that if Glenn left with Rick, I probably would never see him again. Swallowing thickly, I shook my head as to not even give the tears a chance to return to my eyes before I was abruptly getting up from the bed.

"Well, I'm going to head out."

She smiled and nodded, "Okay, see you later."

I hummed a response before walking out of the room and down the creaking steps, making my way towards Daryl's tent. Though I noticed pretty quickly it wasn't in the same place that I recognized, but much further away from everyone. But I didn't question it too much because I didn't really care, silently knowing that he had his reasons for moving away. Maybe his thought process wasn't too far off from mine.

Daryl sat tall on a tree stump towards the left of the tent when I approached the space, sharpening the knife I recognized, his eyes not even glancing in my direction. I didn't mind though, I didn't want to talk to him if I didn't have to, it would just make it even harder than it already was. His movements didn't halt even when I was standing only inches away, fixated on what he was doing rather than my presence.

My fingertips barely brushed up against the fabric of the tent, reaching for the zipper to finally pull it open, when something thick cut through the silent air that stopped me completely.

"Yer avoidin me."

His voice echoed around the quiet, causing me to shut my eyes tightly as I mentally cursed at the sudden small talk. But I still turned back to face him again, seeing that there truly wasn't a way out of it now. But his eyes never looked up at me as he spoke, just stayed focused on the weapon in his hands.

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice coming out a little more aggressive than I intended.

My tone seemed to catch his attention pretty quick as his eyes now snapped to me, "I mean whenever I try to talk to ya, ya disappear."

I slightly threw my hands up in the air, "I just needed to be alone today."

"Yer lyin." he accused.

"No, I'm not." I said defensively.

"Yeah, ya are. I saw you go in to check on Carol, I saw you talkin to Maggie and Rick, and I saw you go up to look after Beth. Yer lyin. Yer avoidin me. Why?" he asked.

I scoffed at his obvious attention to detail, "Okay, first of all I checked on Carol because she didn't even show up to her own daughter's funeral. Second, I was talking to Maggie and Rick because Hershel's missing and we need to find him for Beth, who in case you forgot, is unconscious at the moment. And third I am not avoiding you, I just didn't want to talk, okay?"

He stared at me for a few moments, and I just knew in the back of my mind he didn't believe a word that was coming out of my mouth. I felt bad for lying to him, but I had to do this, and I knew if I told him the truth he would surely try to stop me.

When I realized he wasn't going to respond, I turned around and went into the tent to gather my things together, I made sure I had enough food and water in my bag as well. I had all of my weapons with me, and then took out the piece of paper from my pocket and scribbled Daryl's name on the front of it with the pen I still had from Beth's room. I propped it up on his sleeping bag and took the Cherokee rose he had gotten for me, placing it right next to the note.

Once I had gotten everything together, I poked my head out of the tent to see Daryl was now nowhere in sight. I walked out with my things and gave one last long look at the farmhouse before heading off into the woods, walking away for good. My eyes stung more and more with every step I took, but for some reason, I didn't stop.

~ Thanks for reading!

[inchidentally]

Venus as a boy, inch… https://www.tumblr.com/xiaoluclair/719420109796589568/danielricciardo-bisous-landonorris-bro-sexy — wiz

@wisteriagoesvroom W I Z. b a b e. I've never been proud of coming up with a tag for someone but that one I'm like fuck that's good I did that <3<3

and listen I have a whoooooole unrealistically deep thing for the Daniel POV content when he was held in thrall as Lando's teammate

xiaoluclair

His wicked Sense of humor Suggests Exciting sex!

He believes in a beauty He's Venus as a boy

ofc I get weird about his dynamic w Lando and trust me Daniel's blokey-ness plays a key role in it :)

while Lando can't magically alter someone's sexuality, his vulnerability mixed with his unique personal beauty can fuck up a straight man's brain chemistry - and that hit nobody harder than Daniel. Lando had two alpha dudes barrel into his life and commit to bromances with him right off the bat and for the most part the dynamic is that they're hilarious and pretend to bully him and get in his space while Lando giggles and fruitlessly fights back… but in the same way Carlos got stumped by how much of a safety blanket he became for Lando's unguarded little heart, Daniel got completely sideswiped by how he couldn't 'bro' Lando into submission in their dynamic and became a half-broken acolyte to a boy ten years younger than him.

like, not only was the teammate dynamic so fully in favor of Lando in terms of their performances those two seasons but Daniel could not stop himself being dragged around by his eyeballs every time Lando was in view. he was both butthurt AND thoroughly heartsick about Lando by the time he was bought out by McLaren.

from the start, every time Daniel would try his usual asserting dominance by disarming humor shtick on Lando it would die with a thud. Lando would get quiet and retreat and leave Daniel totally unmoored. but when Daniel would pet Lando's skin nicely and give him a genuine smile and not the usual shark-toothed one, Lando would purr sweetly and open up like a flower. when Daniel showed an interest in photography and copied Lando's camera and ig account, Lando would willingly spend time with him outside media duties.

and suddenly Daniel's big, loping caddish character that usually cut a heavy swathe through the paddock was instead crouching in submission to try and steal as much of Lando's attention as possible. he found himself changing course to encounter the boy, teeth bared in nervous submission to Lando's upright ballet posture. something about Lando's looks being on the cusp of finely finished manhood but still mostly rounded and boyishly pretty made Daniel keep picking up his phone or his camera to document the penumbral shift. something pierced his Man Brain and told him what a gift it was to witness Lando bud and bloom right in front of his eyes and that special devotion must be paid to the event. but like all profane idolatry, the fact that Daniel knew he could never gain entry to the Eden of owning Lando solely for himself - and that Lando would wither and die like a butterfly stuck on a pin if Daniel tried - eventually sickened and threatened Daniel with a dissatisfaction for life itself.

being so close to Lando, living with him but not really, was like exsanguination by obsessive adoration. Lando's pink lips and sparkling eyes and soft skin were constellations millions of light-years away from Daniel's clay-bound feet. the rush of lust and drunkenness Daniel got from catching Lando fully unawares and making him flush and writhe was like a climax that remained firmly unattainable. the only release would be to give Lando up and Daniel couldn't do that, his hand had to be forced.

whereas since leaving McLaren, Daniel has a much more secure footing and can safely little brother Lando while keeping the adulation a mere background hum to Lando's brilliant, shining egress through Daniel's space. they're both keeping up the bromance in the same way and genuine, grown-up friendship has been cemented. when Lando and Martin decided to go and stay with Daniel as a spontaneous interlude until the next leg of their norrix world tour, Daniel already had mates staying and it was a fun boys mini break.

but do I like to imagine that when Daniel saw Martin with his easy, proprietary ownership of Lando for the entirety of the winter, it made an ugly little gnarl of scar tissue - burned into his left ventricle by Lando's memory - twist and squeeze so hard that it made Daniel fall against his own kitchen counter with a cold death-grip as he watched Lando preparing breakfast in Daniel's own kitchen? yes. do I weirdly love thinking that the phantom pain lingered as he watched Martin bundle Lando into the car for the airport and see them already laughing and sharing jokes and references only they knew before remembering to wave goodbye to Daniel? yes.

do I think that happened, no but that's not as romantic <3

[strangerthings-01]

Hi. How are you?

I see you are asking for requests for Eddie and reader. Could I get one where the reader is working a lot of hours at her job, including working at home as well. And she is barely eating or sleeping, and he becomes really concerned for her. She is almost at total collapse.

This is happening in my life right now. Thanks in advance. 😁❤️

Absolutely! Thank you for the request! Also I am sorry you are in that state. Make sure to take care of yourself hun. You're important. I hope this is okay!!!!

Overload

Summary: Y/N is constantly working whether it was at home cleaaning and making things tidy or being at your actual job working a bunch of extra hours because it was short staffed and you needed money. You couldn't catch a break but you couldn't stop. But eddie started noticing you not eating as much and your sleep schedule was ruined. He has tried talking to you but to no avial until you nearly collapse and he calls it.

warnings- mentions of stress, not eating or sleeping, cussing, fighting.

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The alarm in your bedroom went off at 8 AM like it did every other day. You either worked in the morning or the night, never steady and never set. It had become a routine for you and you had gotten used to it although you really shouldn't have. You rubbed your eyes hoping to get rid of some of the sleepniess considering you had only gotten about 5 hours of sleep and pushed the cover back and slowly slid out bed, trying not to wake your boyfriend up.

Eddie had been understanding when you told him you would have to pick up extra shifts. His only concern was your health but you had promised it would only be for a couple of weeks but that turned into about 2 months now. You were either at work busting your ass or at home busting your ass. It wasn't like Eddie didn't help you around the house, he did. But you wanted things a certain way all the time so you would spend hours at a time fixing litte things after work, morning or night.

He had tried to talk to you once about it after it hit the one month mark and your eyes were always droopy and your mood alwasy down. But you convinced him you were okay and that it wouldn't be much longer and you really did think that was the case but work was hounding you and you couldn't risk losing the one job that paid you well enough. Eddie worked too as a mechanic but his paychecks sometimes came in low because of some seasons being more slow than others. You were a waitress and a lot of your money was calculated based in tips which was also why you started dressing more cute.

This morning you decided on tight jeans that cut off at the ankle and your work shirt was tied with a ponytail holder around you waist, hair into a messy not messy bun. You sighed as you put on some mascara and a light shade of lipgloss. You were rubbing your lips tgoether when you saw eddie walk into the bathroom from the mirrow, hair all over the place. Your eddie.

"Hey babe. Off to work?" He said gruffly, tiredness etched his voice. "Yeah. I'll be home around 4." He nodded and kissed your cheek. "You look beaitful babe. Do you want some breakfast before you go?" He asked as leaned agasint the sink, arms crossed over his chest. "Uh no I'm okay. I'll eat somehing there on my break but thank you." You didn't admit it but the work load had caused a loss of appetite and even thinking about eating before or during work disgusted you. You smiled and went to walk out but he pulled you back. "Hey. Is everything okay sweetheart? You're working a lot and you neevr eat before you go to work which isn't good for you. Do you even eat at work?" Your anxeity was going up at this whole conversation and you wated to end it quick.

"Okay what is up with the interrigation? I just want to go to work. I don't know why you get so worried about me? I'm a waitress, I work a lot. It's how it is." He sighed and rubbed his eyes. "I'm just making sure you're okay. Why do you argue with me? I'm allowed to be concenred babe." You roll your eyes and shake your head. "Jesus. I'm fine. Please stop asking every 5 minutes. I'm not gonna break so stop treating me like I'm fragile." He scoffed and pushed himself off the counter. "Well I am so sorry that I fucking care about you. You don't have to act like such a bitch."

You bit the inside of your cheek, irriation flooding through your body. "Wow so now I'm a bitch? Real classy eddie. Screw you." You went to walk away but he grabbed your wrist. "No I said you were acting like one and don't walk away from me. Stop acting like a child and just talk to me. I love you and I just want you to be okay." You yanked from his grasp and grabbed your phone off the counter. "I am okay. So leave me alone. I'm just trying to support us and it's fucking annoying that you can't see that!" You walked out but heard feet following you.

"I do see that but jesus babe you've lost weight, you're barely eating and barely sleeping. Don't think I haven't notcied because I do." You whipped around and stepped towards him. "congrats. You've notcied something. Stop worrying about it. I'm tired of you bringing it up. I'll see you when you get home." He laughed humorlessly. "Yeah. Don't think this conversation is over." You brushef him off with a wave of your hand and slammed the door on the way out.

As you made your way to the car, the stress hit your body and your entire body felt like it was shaking. You knew you blew up because he was right. You weren't eating and you weren't sleeping. You didn't understand how it had gotten so bad but you didn't want to ask for help so you never said anything. You just wanted to support your boyfriend even though he made enough to combine with your own to survive. You felt horrible as you made your way to work knowing that eddie did love you and he was concerned. You wouldn't let yourself cry though because you had to work in 10 minutes and your head needed to be cleared so you could focus on getting extra tips today.

As soon as you got there, you grabbed your apron and wrapped it around you, ready for the day to already be over. Your manager, sam, walked up to you and smiled. "good morning. um so Kayla called out for her shift tonight and I was wondering if you would work a double." You had barely clocked in and they already asking more of you. "I reallt can't tonight. I have plans with my boyfriend." You knew it was partly a lie but you needed the rest and you had worked doubles so often lately. "Well I need to know I can rely on you honey. We're super short staffed and I-" You interrupted her and sighed. "I am reliable. I worked doubles all last week and I want to go home to my boyfreind tonight so I'm sorry but no." Sam sucked at her teeth and nodded, walking away clearly upset but your mind still was wrapped around the argument just 30 minutes ago and you had to talk to him asap.

As soon as you opened, people started flooding in. Most people were nice and tipped well but others not so much. You had been yelled at and called an idiot because they ordered the wrong thing. You dealt with it every so often but it still hurt the same. Someone had also called you a pretty young thing and tried to touch you to which you stepped back but they still tipped well. It was a day full of assholes, pervs, and idiots but what's new?

Finally your shift came to an end and you hung your apron up, checking the schedule before you left. Your heart dropped when you noticed sam cut your hours. Fucking bitch. You felt tears spring to your eyes but refused to let them go at work. At that moment Sam walked into the back and you looked at her, stopping her before she could walk away. "Is there a reason you cut my hours?" Sam looked you in your eyes and faked a sad smile. "Yeah I'm sorry it's just we are really low staff and we have to have people here working as much as possible and we only want those people to have the hours."

You gaped at her. "Sam I worked doubles all last week and you're telling me the one time i decline, you cut my hours?" Sam sighed and put her hands up in defense. "It has nothing to do with you-" "Yes it does. I am not doing this with you. I've done nothing but be here, ruining my relationship with the only person who cares for me and you're tossing me aside because of one simple thing." You scoffed and walked off from her, not giving her another word.

You took a deep breath and walked out, heading to you car. Once you got in, you broke down not understanding why you're life was going to shit. You worked your ass off for them and they cut your hours because of one 'no'. After a couple of minutes, you gathered your thoughts and drove home, hopinh eddie was home which he was.

You got out of the car and felt a diziness but tried to control it as you walked into the house. A hunger pang, exhaustion, and sadness creeped its way into your body all at once and you collapsed on the floor. Eddie was in the kitchen making dinner and dropped the plate he had, glass shattering as he ran to you. "Baby. Oh my god shit. Are you okay?" You whimpered and held your stomach. "No. N-No. Eddie it hurts. everything hurts a-and you were right. I'm so sorry." You sobbed as he scooped you into his arms bridal style and laid you down in your bed after he carried you. "Hey we don't need to talk about that right now. What do you need?" You took a deep breath. "Water please."

He immediately went to grab it and brought it back to you. “What happened?” he said as he placed the back of his hand on your forehead. The coldness of his hand brought relief to your heated skin, and you close your eyes in content. “ my manager cut my hours all because I said no to working a double. She said that wasn’t the reason why but it doesn’t make sense because I’ve been working doubles for so long, so the one day I say no my hours were cut.” His breathing for a little heavier which meant he was getting angry. “ that’s it. I’m calling it. You’re gonna call and you’re gonna quit today.” you’re a shot open and you looked at him with a shocked expression. “ babe I can’t. I need a job I need money.” he shook his head. “ the video store is hiring Robin told me the other day. Look at you baby, you literally collapsed, you’re not doing OK. please quit.”

“ are you sure she’s hiring? Because I can’t risk that.” He nodded quickly. “ I promise you. I had asked her the other day because I was really worried about you. I just think it would be a better job because the hours are better and the pay is better and you would be around people who care about you, Robin and Steve. Please.” His voice cracked and you looked at him sensing the fear and sadness and him, and it broke your heart that you were making him feel this way.

“ OK. I’ll quit. But I’m gonna need help getting better because I really fucked myself over.” The sadness in your voice was hard to miss because you realized how bad it was. He sniffled and brushed some of your hair back. “ of course I will. I would do anything for you,you know that right?” it was your turn to brushed some of his hair back as you looked into his eyes. “ of course I know that and I’m so sorry for the way I treated you this morning. You didn’t deserve that.” He stroked check with his thumb. “ no I didn’t deserve that but I understand where you were coming from. You were just worried about us. About me I presume. But I promise you we can get through this.”

You looked at him with the most love in your eyes wondering how you got this lucky. “ I’m so grateful you’re in my life. I love you so much.” Your voice cracked and he leaned down to kiss your forehead. “ I love you too. We’re gonna get you better baby girl so first things first leaving that hell hole.” You chuckled and agreed with him. He placed a soft kiss your lips, but the passion was there no doubt. No doubt at all.

[sifonie]

part of being human is making mistakes, which is something that barton was (unfortunately) reminded of in a rather inopportune way today. for sibyl had warned him that sometimes their coffee machine was a little screwy — and so you had to hit it to get it to work. but barton might have gone a little overboard with that. because it ended up with a loud 'crack' in the water reservoir after he got frustrated when it didn't work for the fourth time and smacked it down on the table. the doctor just hoped they didn't hear that from the other room as he let out a barely audible and incredulous laugh, ❝ oh, my god. did i just break it... ❞

barton started to think about all of the bad things that sibyl usually did when they were angry and, in his mind, chose life then; which basically meant that he was trying to very quietly sneak out the door. and i swear to god he looked like all of those cartoon characters trying to sneak up on someone while doing it, ❝ ahh, you know what? i'm just gonna leave. sometimes you've just got to say 'tragic' and move on, right? ❞ barton couldn't die yet: he had to survive to see the next season of the last of us, whenever the hell they were going to release it.

Oh, they heard it.

Sibyl quietly slinks over to his direction, catching him in the act of trying to leave. A loud clearing of the throat, a strained smile. “Barton!” They call out in a sing-song voice, “Darling, dearest…” Dead.

“You weren’t trying to hide from whatever you broke in there, were you?” They give their best puppy dog eyes to get the truth out of him, knowing damn well what the answer was. Oh, they could just kill someone without their cup of coffee in the morning! “I trusted you with my coffee maker, didn’t I? Is that what it was? I heard something, and I’m just oh so concerned…but maybe there’s a silver lining to this! You buy me a new coffee maker and I don’t throw you out a window! How’s that?”

They bat their lashes as if it was the most innocent utterance they’ve ever given.

[sayuri-of-the-valley]

The funny thing is the way I see it, back in s1, we have all this Heaven and Hell threat looming in the background. Not just Armageddon, but Hell keeping tabs on Crowley (via Hastur and Ligur, and those calls on the radio, the tv..), Gabriel and other Archangels appearing out of nowhere to check on Aziraphale.

Then we see the whole cold opening where both Aziraphale and Crowley express their worries verbally about how their head offices mistreat them and/or what they could do to them and to the other (especially in Aziraphale's case. He's always more worried about Crowley than about himself. He also generally looks more worried about consequences than Crowley is, but that's probably bc of their personalities and ways of expressing themselves). Overall we see a lot of fear but we don't see these consequences, all we have are Aziraphale and Crowley's words, worries, tactics for protection, and coping mechanisms.

Anyway and then comes the end. We see Michael handing Gabriel those photos that proved Aziracrow's liaison, and I remember was like "oh shit they were really watching". But we see the Archangels talk to Aziraphale and even hurt him but they leave him alone anyway. Weird.

And then Tadfield. The climax. Armageddon at the American airbase. Which is solved by a clever debate and talking. Weird again, huh? These are Heaven and Hell, aren't they gonna do anything to Crowley and Aziraphale? We even forget that the villains in this story are supposedly all-powerful and all-knowing. And then, if you watched it for the first time, you see everything back to normal after Adam fixed it, you even see Aziraphale and Crowley in one piece, having a date in the park, Bookshop and Bentley are back too. Everything seems weirdly fine and you start questioning how much do Heaven and Hell care about them after all.

And then we have the kidnapping and trials. And you go "holy shit they were really gonna destroy them. If not for Agnes's prophecy, they'd have succeeded". And that's when it hit me. The way Heaven and Hell were acting throughout the whole season was weird to me bc I was thinking like a human. They didn't need to grab Aziraphale and punish him right there when they punched him bc they could do it later. They have time. There isn't anywhere to go, Aziraphale was right at the Bandstand. They didn't punish them at the airbase bc they could do it later. They are always lurking, always getting closer (professional lurkers, even). Like that nightmare where someone is always following you no matter how fast you run. And they're walking. Revenge is a meal best served cold indeed. Heaven and Hell are fucking terrifying. You may think it's all fine and they don't care but they do and they're watching.

And that's the same thing The Metatron did in s2. He waited. He could wait until something of matter happened (*cough* the supermiracle *cough*) until he intervened. And he got what he wanted in the end (for now). They didn't have Agnes's prophecies now.

The way s1 ended was supposed to show the audience that all that fear was justified bc the threat was real in a very "Fridge Horror" style, and our beloved characters barely escaped. And sometimes it feels like a part of the fandom didn't realise that at all.

They are mad at Aziraphale bc they think he could've talked his way out of that situation or that they could've ran away like Brielzebub and nothing would ever happen to them. But they couldn't. And it would. Not only bc canon showed us this as a FACT in s1, but bc they put a huge target on their shoulders with that supermiracle. All their fears are real and have consequences that will catch up to them.

And to finish it up, just a commentary on how the fandom's headcanons deal with Aziraphale's anxiety, bc:

in s1 he was the one who worried too much and was reluctant to accepted Crowley's advances even if in reality Heaven/Hell weren't watching (which was proved to be wrong by the plot).

In s2, the fandom slanders him bc he was living "in denial, in escapism", and not being mindful of Crowley's worries.

You could invert this and say that, in s1, Crowley was in denial and not being mindful of Aziraphale's worries. See how that sounds? It's wrong, isn't it? Bc that's not what happened. Neither in s1 nor in s2. Both of them just wanted to be happy together and they had different coping mechanisms in different situations (s1 and s2 were very different in terms of their background situation).

I'm so tired of ppl saying "Aziraphale wanted to live his romcom so much he didn't notice Crowley was living in a horror movie". Which... wow. He noticed. He DID NOTICE. He spent the whole season trying to distract Crowley with the car, the Ball, the pub, the matchmaking plan, telling him to wait inside bc he liked it, telling him to talk to Gabriel etc etc (Just like Crowley noticed Aziraphale's worries in s1 and tried to distract him with dates and food and rescues and quality time spent together.). Yes many of those looked like excuses for something else but that's just their dance, that's just how they include each other in everything they do.

If in the end they ran away to alpha centauri like Crowley suggested, they would go back to the escapism/worry dynamics, and suddenly it's fine again for the fandom bc when Crowley is the one using escapism it's ok?? But when it's Aziraphale it's delusional and selfish?? I'm sorry, make it make sense.

Let's stop assuming that only Crowley's fears are worthy of consideration and all of Aziraphale's fears are "anxiety". Let's stop acting like Aziraphale's coping mechanisms aren't valid and Crowley's are (even when they're the SAME).

Let's stop acting as if only Crowley is aware enough of the situation (casual reminder that Aziraphale is the one that noticed the difference between the Great Plan and the Ineffable Plan, when even Crowley hadn't. Perhaps bc he'd been thinking about it all his life and that's worth something? Hmmm curious).

Crowley is as much a victim of his own trauma and as biased by his world view as Aziraphale is. And he. would not. CARE. for what is being done to his angel.

People will really make anti aziraphale posts saying "his problems are self made" First of all, untrue. second of all, congratulations you discovered how anxiety works! But i guess mental illness for these people is only valid when it's easy to romanticize.

Nothing to add!

[l1tw1ck]

Jealousy

Itto doesn't like you hanging out with that blue oni

FTM!Yandere!Itto x Top!Oni!Male Reader

Request

Warnings: Non-Con, Somnophilia, Oral Sex, Deepthroating, Mating Cycles, Restraints, Possessiveness, Slight Breeding

Words: 776

Even though mating season was drawing near, you weren't quite ready to devote all your time to it. You wanted to spend some time with Takuya first.

You were completely unaware of how that made Itto feel. He was always kind of possessive but you didn't think he'd mind if you hung out with a close friend of his.

God were you wrong.

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You were sound asleep, unknowingly leaving yourself vulnerable to your boyfriend.

Itto manages to quietly walk into the room, ropes in hand. He crawls onto your bed, tying your respective hands to the two bed poles.

Itto pulls your covers off, revealing that you only had boxers on. He quickly pulls them off and sniffs them, inhaling your wonderful scent and making him even more horny than he was before.

He takes his underwear off, leaving him naked as well. He tosses it onto your face so you can wake up immediately to his scent.

He moves down, licking your currently flaccid dick before putting his whole mouth on it. He bobs his head up and down, sucking it just like you taught him.

Your dick was so big that Itto could barely handle it. He always does his best though, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he couldn't deepthroat your cock when he gives you a blowjob.

He moans as the tip of your dick hits the back of his throat. His nose is pressed on your pelvis, taking in the smell before making consistent movements. He loves the way your dick tastes and feels in his mouth. It's like heaven on earth having you inside him.

It's not long before you end up coming in his mouth. The amount you unload into him sets his horniness to maximum overdrive. He has to wait, basically cockwarming you while you pump out everything into his mouth. He swallows every bit of cum like it's a delicacy.

He reluctantly takes his mouth off and quickly sinks himself down on your dick.

"Ah~" He moans, grinning as you bottom out inside him. "Takuya will never know how it feels to have you inside him." He traces the bulge in his stomach, breathing heavily and shivering in arousal.

He gropes your large muscular chest as he grinds down, your dick hitting the perfect spot. He moans shamelessly, not caring if you wake up now.

He rubs his clit, getting close to an orgasm. He chants 'fuck' over and over before coming with a loud moan.

After coming down from his high he looks at you and checks if you've woken up yet. You haven't. Impressive.

He finally starts moving, fucking himself on your cock while you're dead asleep. A part of Itto wishes you'd wake up but he likes having you completely submissive to him. No complaints, no asking to stop, he can just do whatever he needs to please himself.

"Fuck~! Give me your kids~!" Itto moans, moving in a way that's sure to make you come fast. He chants your name over and over, begging for you to come inside him and fill him up.

"Yes~!" He throws his head back, orgasming as you stuff him full of cum. Even after already coming once, your cum is still thick and coming out in large amounts.

You finally wake up, unintentionally inhaling Itto's scent with his underwear on your face. You move your head to the side, effectively moving it off, looking at your boyfriend having the time of his life on top of you.

"It- Itto?" Your mostly soft dick starts to harden again.

He leans over and kisses you, making sure a lot of tongue is involved. You decide to give in, you'll scold Itto for this later.

He parts from the kiss, catching his breath before speaking. "Don't talk to Takuya anymore."

"Why not? He's your friend, isn't he?" You raise an eyebrow.

"I don't trust him. He might come onto you." He grips your shoulders, nails digging into them.

"Shit-" You try to ignore the pain. "You think I'd let him?"

"No but I'd have to kill him."

You pause, trying to make sense of what you just heard. Maybe he's joking?

"Don't joke about that kinda stuff." You laugh.

"I'm not joking." He looks at you with a serious look on his face.

"...Itto."

"Shh." He wraps his hand around your neck, not hard enough to choke you and starts riding you again. "Don't give me a reason to hurt him."

You try to say something more but you can't think of much while he's pleasuring you like this. This'll have to be a discussion for later.

[pankowperfection]

Quick Fix

Summary: You and Drew have a quickie in his trailer during lunch

Warnings: smut, choking kink, exhibitionist kink, 18+

You and Drew hadn't gotten to spend much time together lately. His schedule was jam packed; between filming season 3, interviews, photo shoots, you were lucky if you got to sleep in the same bed. One day he had invited you to set, wanting you to at least get to watch him work. You happily agreed, excited to see him in peak form, killing it as Rafe. To be honest, the contrast between his character and his personality actually turned you on a bit, there was just something so hot about a slightly unhinged man. You'd also secretly planned to bring one of his fantasies to life. He really wanted to fuck you in his trailer, chances of getting caught exciting him.

You wore the sexiest outfit you could come up with; lace body suit with a corset top, cups causing your breasts to nearly spill out of the material, paired with frayed denim shorts that left very little to the imagination. He almost protested that you couldn't wear that in front of Chase and Rudy, knowing they wouldn't be able to keep their eyes off of you. Instead he told you how hot you looked, struggling to keep from getting hard at the thought of being able to catch glimpses of you all day.

When filming got started, you settled into a chair at the edge of set, long legs crossed as you watched Drew through your dark sunglasses, drinking in his muscular form. Every once in a while you would catch him staring between takes, licking his lips like a starved man seeing a hot meal. You couldn't wait for lunch to be called, squeezing your thighs together for relief at the thought of what was to come. Finally it was time. You walked to his trailer holdings hands, gushing over his performance so far today and showering him in praise.

As soon as you got inside you locked the door behind you, Drew raising a brow in question. You stalked towards him slowly, backing him into the couch and forcing him to sit down with a hard press on his shoulders. "Baby, what are you doing?" You brought a finger to his mouth to silence him, leaning down with your breasts in his face to whisper in his ear. "Shh, just relax. Let me take care of you." Your hand slides down between your bodies, wrapping around his throbbing cock. You could feel the heat radiating through his shorts. You give him a few slow strokes as his head falls back onto the back of the couch as he tries to hold in his moans. You take advantage of his eyes being closed, quickly ripping open his button and forcing his zipper down, freeing his erection from his boxers in one motion.

You stand up briefly, sliding your shorts down your legs and tossing them somewhere behind you. His blue eyes rake over your body, loving how the black lace looks against your skin. You climb back onto his lap, lining him up with your folds and he lets out a gasp when he feels your wet skin. Your bodysuit being crotchless was a surprise and he hardened even more at the thought of your bare pussy being barely covered by your flimsy shorts all day. His hands fall to your hips, steadying you as you slide down onto him. You lean down and finally connect your lips, kissing Drew deeply as you start to roll your hips. You both let out quiet moans at the friction, desperate for some relief after a day full of anticipation.

You trail your hands up his toned chest, coming to rest on his shoulders so you can get some leverage. His hands guide you as you start to bounce up and down, throwing your head back as you bite back a groan. He can't resist your cleavage as it bounces in his face, reaching up to pull the cups of your bodysuit down and quickly taking a nipple into his hot mouth. You let out a loud cry, adrenaline surging at the thought of getting caught. He slides a hand up to your throat, cutting off your airflow enough to keep you quiet and the action almost makes you cum instantly.

The feeling of him stretching you out perfectly, hitting your walls just right has the coil in your stomach winding quickly. The soft grunts escaping his lips are so sexy, baby blues locked on you as you continue to ride him fast and hard. A few moments later just as you're about to reach your high, someone pounds on the trailer door. "Hey Drew - almost time to go back to set!" It's Chase outside, wanting to chat with his buddy before filming resumes. The door handle turns as he tries to open the door. You start bouncing harder, determined to make Drew finish while his friend is right outside, knowing the exhibitionist in him will enjoy it. "Come on bro," Chase yells out and in that moment Drew twitches inside you, pumping you full of his cum with a silent cry. His orgasm triggers yours, head falling to his neck as you come undone around him, struggling to hold in your moans.

You both get redressed quickly, sharing a sweet kiss before opening the door. Chase takes one look at you both, noticing your slight flush and ragged breath. "Oh ew, did I just catch you guys fucking?" "Shut up Chase, " Drew playfully punches his arm as the three of you head back to set. The rest of the day is full of Chase making dirty jokes about the two of you every chance he gets. Little did he know that his arrival to the trailer couldn't have been more perfect.

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