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ellecdc · 9 months ago

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I don’t know their ship name! Do they have a ship name? Anywayyy, I was thinking long and hard about this, I want it to be 🤌🏻

So I was thinking, Remus x James x reader, possibly hyper Jamie and reader, and Remus is chasing after them

or maybe the most beautiful hurt/comfort (because who wants straight angst?) where James is upset because he feels like he’s too much sometimes (even though he’s my perfect baby Angel) and it’s just reader and Remus comforting him

(Fem!reader if that’s ok) (also reader should have a cat named Birdie, is it because I want Birdie content? Yes. Do I live laugh love Birdie? Also yes.)

kisses 😘

okay, I love you, thank you for this request. New rule: NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO HURT OUR SWEET SWEET JAMIES FEELINGS EVER AGAIN 😭😭😭😭😭😭 also I couldn't figure out how to incorporate Birdie but I have another request about a reader with a cat so you'll be able to see her there ;)

poly!moonchaser x fem!reader who is in Slytherin

CW: James cries and it's horrible and Marlene should be sent to Azkaban for this.

James was feeling pretty good about Gryffindor’s odds this year for the House Cup. He’d been working his team a little harder than usual, but he was certain the extra effort would pay off this weekend in their game against Ravenclaw. He wasn’t on the quidditch pitch to make friends; he was there to win.

Off the pitch, however?

Off the pitch he loved his friends.

Which was why he’d told everyone to hit the showers whilst he cleaned up the pitch for Madame Hooch.

After James had stored the last of the brooms and quidditch balls in the equipment locker, he began to head past the Beasts classroom for the castle.

He saw Marlene leaning against one of the posts of the building, and James began making his way over to catch up with her but thought better of it once he saw Dorcas Meadows sitting on a table in front of her. He smiled to himself at the thought of his friend’s happiness and took the path on the opposite side of the building in order to give them some privacy.

“Potter’s not working you lot too hard, is he? You’re actually making Slytherin sweat this year.” Dorcas taunted, earning her a chuckle from her girlfriend.

“Ha ha.” Marlene deadpanned before she let out a sigh. “He’s working us like dogs. I know he loves quidditch, but Godric.”

James knew he was pretty competitive, but he had a job to do as the coach, and like Dorcas said – it was paying off.

“He can be a lot.” Dorcas assuaged.

Marlene scoffed dramatically. “Sirius is a lot; James is too much. Honestly, I don’t know how Remus and Y/N keep up with him; he’s exhausting.”

James’ ears filled with cotton as his steps faltered and his heart sunk.

Is this really how his friends thought of him; was he exhausting? Too much?

James knew he could be a lot sometimes; a lot of energy, a lot of fun, a lot of love, a lot of mischief, a lot of noise...

But was he too much?

He loved you and Remus more than anything; he never knew it was possible to love two people so much.

Remus: the moon to his sun, his safe space, his level head, the cool side of his pillow.

And you: his sweet girl, his biggest supporter, his confidante, the quiet in the chaos.

And what was he, then? What was James?

He was loud, he was chaos, he was constant.

Maybe he was too much...

He’d spent five years with his sights set in the wrong direction before he realized he had everything he could ever want in the two of you, and by some fucking miracle, he’d managed to snag the two most wonderful people in all of Hogwarts, perhaps all of the UK; nay, the world.

Was he losing the two of you? Was he slowly pushing you guys away? Exhausting you? Were you two going to grow tired of James?

He couldn’t lose you guys; he couldn’t let that happen.

He wouldn’t let that happen.

You and Remus had been sitting at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall when Sirius came back from practice.

“Where’s Prongs?” Remus asked quickly, earning him a scowl from his long-haired friend.

“Gee, hello to you too, Moony.”

Remus’ sigh was accompanied by an eyeroll as he corrected himself. “Hello, Sirius. How was practice? Where’s our boyfriend?”

Sirius adorned a cheeky smile as he began loading up his plate. “Hi Remus, Y/N. Lovely evening we’re having. Practice went well; James is working us hard, but I think the extra work is paying off. We’re shoo-ins for the House Cup this year and-”

“Sirius!”

“Circe’s tits, Moons, is it almost your time of your month?”

He was answered with a dinner roll being thrown at his head.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He grumbled. “Prongs is tidying up the field, told us all to hit the showers and head to dinner.”

“Black, you’re a dog.” You grumbled, earning you a boisterous laugh from the dog-like-man himself.

“You have no idea dollface.”

You groaned. “I can’t believe you left our poor, sweet boy cleaning up after you tossers out there all by himself. It’s getting dark.” You whined, looking to the windows.

“He’s far too nice to you lot.” Remus agreed, starting a plate for James pre-emptively.

You liked that about Remus. You loved that about Remus; predicting his loved ones needs, always one step ahead the rest of you.

You perked up when you saw the familiar head of hair make his way into the Great Hall, but had an uneasy feeling settle in your stomach when you noticed his demeanour.

“Hey bubs.” Remus greeted, seemingly unawares of James’ dour mood. James smiled kindly at Remus, but you noticed the smile never reached his eyes.

You hated it.

“How was practice?” You asked quickly, earning you a scoff from Sirius.

“What? Don’t trust my word for it?”

“Sod off, Black.”

James itched the back of his neck and avoided eye contact. “It, erm, it went well, I think. It went well, right Pads?”

Sirius looked inquisitively at his friend but nodded nonetheless. “Yeah mate, I think we’re definitely going to see a difference with the extra drills. Fenwick and I were just talking about it.”

“Fenwick? What’d he say? He thought the practice went well?” James asked eagerly.

Sirius and Remus exchanged a bemused glance as you watched James; he seemed to notice the silent conversation going on between his friend and his boyfriend and curled in on himself.

“Sorry.” He muttered quietly, poking at his plate with his fork.

“No worries Prongs. Fenwick said he was tired, but the good kind. He’s looking forward to the match this weekend.” Sirius said carefully. James hummed but that was the extent of the conversation.

“Everything okay, James?” Remus asked cautiously as Marlene and Dorcas sat a few seats down. James lifted his head and nodded quickly, offering a quiet “yeah.”

“What’s the matter?” You asked quietly, causing James’ eyebrows to furrow.

“Nothing, nothing. I’m not that hungry actually, I think I’m going to head upstairs.”

He didn’t give you any time to argue as he stood from his full plate and left the Great Hall.

You went to stand to go after him, but Remus grabbed your sleeve.

“You should eat, dove. No sense in both of you going without.”

“But-”

“We’ll bring him his plate in a little; let him take a minute to himself.” He offered, and though Remus sounded awfully reasonable, you didn’t like the idea one bit.

In the perhaps 45 minutes you and Remus spent in the Great Hall, James had already done his bedtime routine and had the curtains to his fourposter bed drawn shut with what sounded like a silencing charm cast around it.

You let out a sigh and moved towards Remus’ bed.

“It’s probably just an off day, dovey. He rarely has them; we can grant him this one, can’t we?” Remus lamented.

It didn’t feel like an off day, though. Not to you.

He’d been just fine when you bid him farewell before practice; he’d been talking your ear off about all the new drills he prepared and the extra practices he booked. He’d been your enthusiastic, sunny boy just a mere few hours ago, and now he was...well...this.

Had you done something? Had you not been enthusiastic enough about his stories? Had you said something to offend him? Maybe he didn’t want you here; maybe he wanted to spend tonight with Remus – he’s known him longer, maybe he’d be talking to Remus if you weren’t here right now.

“I can hear your brain in overdrive, dove. What’s going on inside that head of yours?”

“Maybe I should go to my own dorm tonight?” You asked shyly, earning you an unimpressed look from Remus as he pulled his sleep shirt over his head.

“Fat chance I’m sending you down to the dungeons. I’ve already lost one cuddle partner.” His lip jut out comically at the end of the sentence and you felt some of the tension leave your body.

“Okay, big baby.” You acquiesced with faux resentment, laying back on Remus’ bed and welcoming him into your embrace.

“We’ll fix it tomorrow, yeah?” Remus said into your neck. “He’ll feel better in the morning.”

Except James did not feel better in the morning and now you were spiralling.

He’d woken up early to go for his run but didn’t ask if you wanted to join him (he usually woke you up as he extricated himself from the bed and would always ask if you felt like joining him. You’ve never said yes, but he always asked you anyway).

He changed quietly and sat at the desk to do some schoolwork. You woke up and pressed a kiss to his cheek on your way to the washroom, which earned you little more than half a smile and a quiet “morning”.

You couldn’t take it anymore; the nerves were eating you alive, and they were only made worse when Remus woke up and James was just as cold with him.

“Jamie, have I done something?” You blurted, causing both boys to look at you in horror.

“What?” He asked quietly.

“I’m sorry if I’ve done or said something to offend you. I know I can be harsh sometimes and I know that I’m not often as kind as the two of you; certainly not as nice as you, Jamie. But I often think you guys have worn off on me a bit and I’m a little less Slytherin-y and-”

But Remus cut you off as you started to ramble. “Whoa, dove. Take a breath, yeah? You’re alright.” He said gently, placing his hand on your shoulder and gently rubbing his thumb along your collar bone.

“I’m really sorry, Jamie.” You said again, feeling your eyes well with tears.

James' eyes mirrored yours as he looked at you in horror. “No, angel. No! You’re perfect, I swear!” He said, tears finally betraying his inner turmoil.

“What has you so upset then, Jamie?” Remus asked gently, which caused whatever dam James had set up behind his eyes to fully burst.

“It’s not you guys, honest!” He cried miserably.

You felt all the blood drain from your face at the sight; you’d never seen James this upset before.

“Oh, Jamie.” Remus cooed in an exhale moving towards him, obviously just as distressed at James’ upset as you were.

“I’m sorry if I’ve been exhausting you lately. I don’t mean to be too much.” James whimpered between sobs. Your hands twitched as you stood uselessly, staring at Remus cradling James’ broad frame and gently rocking him back-and-forth, rubbing broad strokes up and down his back.

“Why...why would you say that, Jamie? I’ve never found you exhausting. ‘Too much’?” You asked incredulously, feeling sort of nauseous at the insinuation that you could ever grow tired of the effervescence that was James Potter.

“I overheard people talking about me.” He admitted shyly from the crook of Remus’ neck. Remus’ movements stuttered before he quickly resumed his ministrations.

“Who?” You said simply, hands balling into fists at your sides.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Like hell it doesn’t.” You argued.

“Easy, dove.” Remus placated, pressing a gentle kiss into James’ hair. “I don’t need to know who it was, because they are so far off from the truth.”

“Can’t be too far off, I’ve known her my whole life.” James muttered.

“McKinnon?” You asked with a scoff. You were answered by James’ silence.

“Jamie.” You said sternly, stepping towards your boyfriends and causing James to look up at you. “You have been nothing but pure joy since the moment I met you, and any moment I get to spend by your side is an absolute honour; do you understand me?”

James sighed and tried to turn back into Remus’ shoulder, but you gently grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you.

“I love you so unbelievably much, I worry about my sanity sometimes. One of the best things about me is getting to love you, and having convinced you to love me back. Okay?”

“Okay.” He whispered back, offering you a soft smile.

“Yeah?”

James chuckled sadly and took your hand in his. “I love you, Y/N.”

“That makes me the luckiest girl in the world.” You promised him.

Remus continued rubbing James’ back and whispering sweet nothings into his ear as you got into uniform.

“You okay, Rem? I’ll catch up with you guys later?” You asked him quietly. Remus nodded at you and accepted a chaste kiss to his lips.

You pressed a kiss to the top of James' head, reminding him again that you love him and you’d see him later before heading out in search of the person on your radar.

Sirius had gotten up today to find James already gone on his morning run and you and Moony still asleep in bed, so he decided to take the initiative and organise the supplies for the Marauder’s next prank.

“Oi, Black.” Sirius heard, causing him to pause in his steps down the corridor.

“Y/N, we’ve known each other since we were in nappies; I’m pretty sure we were engaged to be wed at one point. I think you can go ahead and call me Sirius.”

Your eyebrows furrowed almost comically as you looked him up and down once, seemingly almost disgusted at the thought of calling him by his given name.

“Right, I will not be doing that. Listen, you’re friends with McKinnon, yeah?” You redirected, falling into step with him as he carried on towards the potions supply closet.

“Marlene? Yeah.”

“‘Kay, deal with her then, because it won’t be pretty if I have to.” You said darkly, causing Sirius to pause again and grab you by your elbow.

“Whoa there; what are you on about?”

You turned towards him with darkened eyes, quite possibly the most like your parents he’d ever seen you. “She upset James.” You said simply.

Sirius scoffed. “Please. James doesn’t get upset. She probably just cheered for his rival team at the World Cup or something.”

“Black. My sweet, lovely, wonderful boyfriend is upstairs crying right now because he was told he was too much and exhausting.” You said severely, causing Sirius’ heart to stutter.

His heart picked back up in double time when he noticed your eyes fill with tears.

“And if McKinnon is left to me, it won’t be pretty.” You concluded, sniffing quickly and stuffing your emotions back down deep into your stomach like Sirius knew you’d been raised to do.

“Crying?” Sirius asked breathlessly.

“Sobbing.” You corrected.

Well.

Well, this just wouldn’t do.

Turns out, Sirius was going to get detention for hitting a girl today.

“Oi! McKinnon!” Sirius called out when he spotted Marlene sat under a tree on the Hogwarts grounds. “Take your earrings out, you and I are fighting.” He called as he got closer, pulling his earrings own out pre-emptively.

Marlene scoffed. “Have you taken one too many bludgers to the head there, Black?”

“What’d you say to James?” He carried on.

“Potter?”

“Sod off, McKinnon. What’d you say?”

“I haven’t spoken to him since we all left practice yesterday!” She argued.

“Well you said something, seeing as he’s now apologising to his boyfriend and girlfriend for being ‘exhausting’.”

Sirius watched understanding pass over Marlene’s face as she sighed.

“Oh for- …he wasn’t meant to hear.”

“Make it a habit of talking poorly about your friends behind their back?” Sirius accused.

“Take it easy, Sirius… she didn’t mean it.” Dorcas interjected, causing Sirius’ stormy glare to look her way.

“Then why’d she say it, huh Meadows? Are you calling her a liar then?”

“I was just tired and sore after practice yesterday, Sirius…” Marlene mumbled.

But Sirius didn’t care; he didn’t want excuses. He wanted everyone to see the James that he saw:

James, who had so much love to give.

James, who gave everything he did 110%.

James, who took care of everyone around him like his life depended on it.

James, who pushed his team to victory because he knew they were capable.

James, who knew he was pushing his team hard so let them all leave early whilst he cleaned up after them.

James, who brought out the best in everyone around him.

James, who offered him a home when he had nowhere to go.

James, who was everyone's safety, smile, sanctuary.

“Maybe if you didn’t spend so much of your life finding flaws in everyone else, Marlene, you’d have a little more time to work on your own. I suggest starting with your poor fucking attitude.” He shot at her, feeling the generations of vile, vicious Black’s creep into his psyche. “Perhaps then you’d manage to be even a quarter as loved as James is.”

“Was that really necessary, Black?” Meadows barked angrily. Sirius scoffed in return.

“No more necessary than what she said about James. No one upsets Prongs like that, you hear me? So tell your girl to watch her fuckin’ mouth.”

And he stormed back up to the castle.

Remus was understandably distressed.

If having his usual bright, sunny boy so down and turned in on himself wasn’t bad enough, you seemed to be equally if not more distressed on his behalf.

He’d been sort of nervous when you took off this morning, but when Remus saw Marlene in one piece in Charms later in the day, he knew you hadn’t done any (permanent) damage.

James was glued to your and Remus’ sides for the remainder of the day, and you were both more than happy to fawn over him as much as he needed. His mood didn’t seem to improve for your efforts, however.

The three of you were eating dinner with Sirius who was carrying most of the conversation on your behalves, which you and Remus (and likely James) appreciated, when Barty approached the Gryffindor table.

“Hey Y/N, I just had the most brilliant i- whoa, wait, whoa, what the fuck?” He cut himself off, looking to the group in horror.

“What’s up, junior?” You asked calmly, feeling particularly defensive of your boyfriend and keeping an eye on James in your periphery.

“What happened to Potter? What’s going on?” He asked, sounding particularly disturbed causing Remus’ brows to furrow bemusedly.

No one seemed to have a good answer; Sirius and Remus exchanging confused glances, James lowering his head in shame, and you rolling your eyes at your friend's dramatics.

“Who did this?” He asked then, voice taking on a shrill quality. “Y/N? Did you do this?” He demanded, gesturing to James.

“I did not do this!” You shouted back.

“Okay well this is bad!”

“I know it’s bad!”

“No, this is bad, bad. This is like… this is. I have no words. Y/N, fix it, fix it right now.” Barty insisted, roughly jostling your shoulder as if you were simply standing here negligently as your boyfriend suffered.

Remus, James, and Sirius all watched in abject fascination and horror.

“Who did this, Potter?” Barty asked quietly, turning his attention to James when he felt he wasn’t getting answers from you. “Give me names; who disturbed the delicate balance of the universe?”

James’ eyebrows were in his hair as he looked between you and Barty.

“Oh gods,” Barty breathed. “It’s worse than I though.”

Barty shoved his hand into his robe pocket and pulled out a lolly. “You like candy, Potter? Here.” He said as he threw the lolly at him without waiting for a response. “I have more, one sec.”

With that, Barty turned his pocket inside out and piled what had to be almost thirty lollipops in front of James.

“Why do you have so many lollies, Junior?” Sirius asked, reaching over to grab one from the pile which earned him a squeal and a harsh smack on the wrist from Barty.

“None of your sodding business, Black.”

Remus delighted in hearing a slight chuckle under James' breath.

“Why do you have so many lollies?” Remus asked instead, knowing Barty was slightly less volatile with him than with Sirius.

“I was trying to quit smoking. Now I’m just addicted to sugar and cigarettes. Also, Y/N likes them.” He said, producing one from your pocket with a flourish to hand it to you.

“M’lady.” He said with a bow before resuming his piling of more lollies in front of James.

“I think that’s enough lollies, Junior.” Sirius suggested, earning him a scowl.

“The world is fucking topsy-turvey right now, Black! I don’t see you doing anything to correct it! Absolute tosser, thinking I can just go about my day when everything is wrong.” Barty was mostly muttering to himself at this point as he pulled his bookbag over his shoulder and started discarding various things onto the table.

“Why are you all just sitting there? Do something, for the love of Salazar!” He shrieked. “Fix this Y/N! Fix it now; I’m running out of candy!”

And with this, James dissolved into a fit of laughter, causing Barty to pause and whip his head to face him.

Remus wasn’t always Barty’s biggest fan, but he knew that you cared for him and more importantly, he cared for you, and right now Remus could kiss the sod right on the mouth for managing to bring a smile to James' face.

“Is this a fucking joke to you, Potter?” Barty asked incredulously, causing James to laugh harder and even encouraging a laugh from you. Barty’s face softened immediately at the sound and turned to beam at you.

“There!” He proclaimed then. “All better!”

And with that, Barty headed towards the entrance of the Great Hall.

“You’re welcome everyone! I just corrected a major blip in the universe; but this is the last time I do it for free!”

James began to catch his breath and wipe away tears from under his eyes.

“See?” You said, reaching across to gently shake James’ wrist. James caught your hand before you could pull it away from him. “Even Barty likes you just the way you are. And he hates Gryffindors.”

James barked another laugh at that and let out a steadying breath.

“Not as much as we do, though.” Remus pressed, resting his forehead against James’ temple as he pulled him closer into his side.

“Thank you guys.” James admitted quietly, squeezing your hand that he still held captive over the table.

“There’s nothing to thank us for, bubs.” You insisted, causing Sirius to snort.

“Yeah. These two did fuck all; you should be thanking Junior.”

You all started laughing again, distributing lollies to the younger students sitting around you.

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vhswolf · 3 days ago

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The rumours got it wrong! | Landoscar X reader

No warnings just fluff

"Are you excited about your first time in the paddock, darling?" Lando asked while driving to the place.

"Too excited! I want to see you and Osc one the podium." Lando smiled and nodded.

"We will do our best, promise, pretty." I kissed his cheek and sat back.

"I feel like I will be on a lot of gossip sites today." Lando laughed.

"I'll make sure to post a photo of the two of us with the caption saying we're just friends."

"No need to lie..."

"The problem is the lie or me calling you a friend?" He teased me, making me roll my eyes.

"Stop, I'm just saying that..." He stopped at a red light and looked at me. "OK! I don't like you calling me a friend, I almost cried when Osc said to Charles we were just besties, you don't need to do it too."

"Oh baby, don't cry, you're too hot." He put his hand on my thigh and squeezed it.

"Stupid." I chuckled.

"I wished we could say to the world we're dating, I'm pretty sure Osc too."

"I know, that's why I love both of you." He parked the car, we got out, and we started to walk into the paddock.

"Don't look at me like you're in love, you know to avoid gossip pages." I punched his arm while laughing.

"Shut up!" We go to the paddock and the cameras started to click.

"Smile, you need to look happy by my side." Lando whispered.

"I'm always smiling next to you, handsome." I whispered back. Soon enough we got to the McLaren garage where Oscar already was.

"Hey, Osc!" Lan said, making him look at us.

"Finally!" He walked to us. "Welcome." Oscar said and hugged me. "You're looking good, baby." He whispered before letting me go.

"Thank you." The boys gave me a big tour of the garage, introducing me to everyone they walked by. After forcing me to do a photoshoot in the car, they finally had to go do their jobs, and I sat back to watch them race. The race was amazing, both boys got podium, and to celebrate the McLaren team dragged me to where the team and wags go after a race even though I'm not none of that to them. Lando ran to my, he gave me a big hug before jumping on the team by my side. Oscar was more contained, he hugged the team and threw me a little and quick wink, I smiled at him as he walked to go talk to Lan.

After all the celebrations and champagne sprays, we got to the hotel.

"Did you like it?" Oscar asked, giving me a lot of kisses.

"I loved it, can I go more times?"

"Anytime you want, princess." Lando said, dropping on the bed, clearly tired.

"I have to say, it was way harder than I thought it would be, not kiss you all the time." Osc said, finally letting me go, I lay on the bed next to Lan and nodded.

"Me too."

"You too? You jumped on her."

"C'mon, I was too happy, I didn't really think about it, I just did it."

"I know, but you should be more careful." Osc squeezed himself on the bed between me and Lando.

"We're just really close friends." Lan teased me, but I was too tired to get back to him.

"I hate you sometimes, Norris."

"You don't."

I woke up with Oscar laughing at something.

"What?" I asked, still half asleep.

"We just found out that you're cheating on Lando." I looked at them confused.

"With whom?"

"Me." I looked at them even more confused.

"What?" Oscar's phone made his way onto my hand. An Instagram page with photos of me and Lando, and photos of Oscar clearly flirting with me and me being all into it.

"That's... C'mon, why am I the one getting cheated on? I was the one flirting with the two of you, I'm the least likely to get cheated on." Lando said pouting like it was a real thing.

"OK, we did an awful job at trying to hide it." I looked at Lando. "If you weren't all love-dovey..." I chuckled, Lan looked at me and rolled his eyes crossing his arms over his chest. "But, I mean... what should we do about it?" The real question is will PR management be pissed at us?

"We should go get lunch together, I want to feed the rumours."

The rumours did got all wrong, but we can blame them, nobody would think I could bag the two more handsome and talented boys on the grid.

#f1 x reader #lando norris x reader #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x lando norris x reader #oscar piastri #landoscar x reader #lando norris

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sugdenlovesdingle · 2 months ago

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Remember when I said I was going to sleep?

I lied

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He banged on the door, not bothering with the doorbell or even knocking like a normal person. It had taken him a minute to wrap his head around what Tommy had said, and yes he had let him walk out the door, but damn it the conversation wasn't over.

"Tommy I know you're in there, your car is in the driveway!"

He waited a minute before banging again. Part of him was a little satisfied seeing the stained glass window above the door rattling in its frame.

"Tommy! The least you can do is hear me out!"

He debated going round the back and trying his luck there when the door opened.

Tommy's eyes were red and he looked about as good as Buck felt.

"Ev- Buck... What are you doing here?"

"Don't call me Buck." he pushed past Tommy into the house.

"Everyone calls you Buck."

"You don't. You've never called me that and you know how much that means to me."

Tommy sighed and sat down at his dining table.

"Please don't make this any harder than it has to be."

"Why? So you can just cut me out of your life? Pretend the last six months didn't happen? Is that what you want?"

He was angry and he started pacing up and down Tommy's living room

"No. That is the last thing I want... But I'm a realist."

"No, you're a coward. You got scared and you ran."

Tommy didn't say anything, just stared at his shoes.

"Maybe I am too impulsive, maybe suggesting moving in after 6 months was too much too soon. But I know how I feel. How I feel about you."

"Evan... You came out six months ago. I can't expect you to... Settle for me. There is a whole world out there for you to explore."

"Trust me, I've done plenty of exploring. I told you about the time I spent travelling around, working every job I could find... I didn't always sleep alone during that time. And even when I first started at the 118... I explored plenty."

"Maybe. But not with a man. I can't ask that of you. And... I don't think I can handle saying goodbye to you when you realise you want more from life than me. My heart is breaking now but it would destroy me having to let you go in six months or a year, or maybe even a few years if we're lucky. "

"So you just give up? You decide I'm not worth fighting for? That I don't know that I want forever with you just because I only discovered I'm bi six months ago?"

"That... That's not what I'm saying. Don't you think I want this? Want this with you?"

"Considering you dumped me about two hours ago... I don't know what to think." Buck crossed his arms in front of his chest and gave Tommy an expectant look. "I thought things were good between us."

"They were."

"Then what is the problem?!"

"I got scared ok?! I've been here before, and I don't mean Abby. I was in a serious relationship with a guy and... I was crazy about him. Things were good. So good. I thought it was forever."

Buck sat down on the other side of the table.

"What happened?"

"He... Didn't think we were forever. More like for now." Tommy shook his head. "He... He told me he couldn't be my first and my last. That we both had to see what was out there. He broke my heart."

"But I'm not the same person as your ex." Buck reached across the table, silently asking Tommy to take his hand. "I'm me. I know what I want and I want you. I don't know what the future holds for me and you... But I'd like to find out with you."

"Evan... I want that too but... I have to protect my heart. I mean it. I don't think I could handle losing you if having you in my life for only six months makes me feel like this."

"I'm not going anywhere." Buck told him resolutely. "These past six months have been some of the best of my life. We have fun together. You indulged me with that curse, you're friends with Eddie and Chim, you get the job, you get the lifestyle that comes with it... You get me."

Tommy turned to face him.

"Evan... I... I want to believe this so bad but... I don't know if I can."

"Don't you want to try? Give us both a real shot at happiness?" Buck asked. "I'm usually the one that gets scared and does something stupid... But I can be the sensible and reasonable one out of the two of us if that's what you need."

"You shouldn't have to change for me."

"But I have changed. For the better. You made me feel... Like me."

Tommy shook his head.

"You did that all by yourself."

"Maybe. But you helped. Having you by my side helped. You make me feel secure. You make me happy Tommy."

"You make me happy too." Tommy admitted, finally reaching out and covering Buck's hand with his own.

"Then don't throw this away because you got scared. I promise not to mention moving in together again for at least another six months." Buck joked, happy to get a small laugh from Tommy.

"Ok." Tommy said after a minute. "Ok." he repeated more confidently. "I guess I can be brave if you are."

Buck smiled and bought Tommy's hand to his lips and brushed a kiss over the knuckles.

"I was hoping you'd say that." he got up and rounded the table, stopping in front of Tommy. "Now we missed the movie again... But maybe we can just hang out here and watch something?"

"Yeah. Yeah I'd like that." Tommy said and met him halfway when Buck leaned down to kiss him.

#Bucktommy #I fixed it!#And it is now 7am and I haven't slept yet #Thanks show #bucktommy fic

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donascozylivingroom · 10 months ago

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LET GO OF THE STRESS AND HUSTLE TO 'GET THERE'

I was scrolling through tiktok and i found a post by someone who told me if i am comfortable in my life i shouldn't be, because i am not working on my next level. i got annoyed and skipped, two videos later: "if u want to be more comfortable..." ... skip!

i'm tired of society convincing us where we are is not ok. i either must want to be more or less comfortable, never accept my life and improve upon the life i have right now with as tiny steps as i feel i can right now.

guess what - I AM COMFORTABLE! And I love it.

I used to be a master at hustling, doing everything i can to get my million dollars and NYC Penthouse. Manifesting didn t work for me until i learned to robotically affirm and persist, and since then i am getting everything i want. And yeah I still have resistance to 2 of my only big desires, everything else i'm getting affirming 1-3 times because i assume i only need to affirm once and i get it, i repeated that for a while and ever since manifestation has been so easy.

And yeah just because i didn t get my 2 main desires yet, I AM COMFORTABLE. I understand that those things I want so much are part of my soul lessons and why my soul came here. God/Source/myself before this life decided to make some things harder than others, and that's okay.

My whole life i was either uncomfortable because i didn t get something external, or worried - why am I so comfortable?

I learned to never do anything that is not easy because my plan for this life is to FLOW, but still i was fed by the media that i am not perfect as i am, or where i am. It's not true.

Wherever you are, it's your starting place, your zero point. And if you are experiencing it, you are probably meant to be there. I mean look around u in the present moment, not to your mind. Are you okay? You're meant to be here, boo.

How can you make your life more beautiful where you are? How can you be more grateful for what is around you? What you already have.

There s no rush, you don't have to get there tomorrow. I know when you are young it seems like you have to do everything very fast, and the speed of manifestation on this planet has improved since i was a kid, everything seems to be more light and fast, BUT...

There will probably be a few more years until the speed of manifestation will be instant, especially for every single thing.

You are part of a collective, a collective consciousness, and everyone must be on board until they push the START button from above 🤭😁

We are literally on this mission together, it's not just about you, it is about the ascension of Earth and its citizens.

Don't stress! Make it your job to relax whatever happens and you will see small improvement after small improvement which will lead to an easy, chilled life that is financially supported by the Universe enough that u have time to do your affirmations, your journaling, your shadow work, etc. Make it a habit to not stress, because stress is always misaligned since it doesn t feel good.

My life currently: affirming, journaling and pinteresting most of the day while in bed...earlier i did groceries and got a lot of things i love to eat and would be considered expensive where i live. Spent 120 euro today and i am in europe. I don't work. I only manifest haha. I'm yet to be at the financial level i want (one of my two desires i'm working on) but i still live a comfortable life, a life that energetically i wish i will have once i have lots and lots of money, because the vibes are amazing. I'd rather have this warm house and bed, friendships and good vibes than a view from the last floor in NYC from my bed, while ridden with anxiety and loneliness.

Ya know.. Everything will be ok, if you struggle to affirm meditate and try your affirmations just once to check how it feels with eyes closed within your inner being..and then check more affirmations one at a time... and ask yourself, your inner being: what do i really need? what do i really want? and when you are clear, then start repeating and manifesting.

good luck!

#manifesting #manifestation #affirmations #affirmyourreality #law of assumption #persistence #robotic affirming #loassumption #loa #relaxation #relax #relax timely reminder

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its-time-to-write · 2 years ago

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i think we could do it if we tried

So I misread a prompt, and didn’t realize until halfway through the fic. This was the result and it ended up being weirdly personal? If you hate it or think it’s unrealistic, I know, it’s just wishful thinking, ok?😭

i think we could do it if we tried

You’re sure Jamie’s expression will be burned into your mind forever. After all, you’re the one who put it there.

“I don’t know why I’m crying,” you say, tears streaming down your face, “I’m the one who’s breaking up with you.”

Jamie just laughs wetly. “Not your fault, though, is it?”

That just makes you cry harder.

You and Jamie had been friends for a long time, and he’d been in love with you forever. You didn’t return the feeling until you turned eighteen. It was on your birthday, actually. He had insisted on wearing a birthday hat all day, despite that fact that he was at training and you were at home, so you didn’t see each other until the end of the day. Something about seeing the sparkly cone on his head did something to your heart, and there it was; you loved him.

You suppose the love was always there, lying dormant, but now it had arisen. It took you a week to muster up the courage to tell him, but you did and now it felt like the world made sense.

Now, a month later, you’re breaking up with him.

Jamie had been playing football for a while now, and he was really, really good. You were beginning your studies as an undergrad and had your life mapped out until grad school. He was moving away soon and you were leaving tomorrow, but that wasn’t the reason you were breaking up.

It’s because your parents didn’t approve.

“I can’t make them understand,” you tell Jamie, willing yourself not to cry. “And… I know I’m eighteen, but they’re paying for university. They said they’d pay all the way through grad school, and I can’t afford it on my own.”

Jamie nods and wipes his eyes with the back of his hand.

“God, it’s fuckin’ shitty, ain’t it?” he says. “Me ‘n you, finally figuring it out too late.”

You can only nod and sniff. Your parents told you that Jamie was a good friend, but nothing more.

“You’re only projecting feelings onto him because you know he likes you,” your mum had said. “And besides, he plays football. Can’t support a family on that, can you?”

Any protests you made fell on deaf ears. Your parents never explicitly said they’d pull their financial support, but it was hinted. It hung in the air, poisoning the atmosphere in the house. Your mother’s displeasure saturated the building, affecting everyone inside.

So here you are, standing in the dim light of Jamie’s mum’s porch, breaking up with him at 10pm.

He knew it was coming, too.

“Y’know I’d never want you to put your life on hold for me, yeah?” he’d said two days earlier.

You just nodded.

“I’ve been thinking about quitting football,” he continued, “Get a real job, stay closer.”

You had protested vehemently. He loved football, and he was good, like really good, and how could you ask him to give it up?

So yeah, it wasn’t a total blindside.

Still hurt, though.

You stood there, a long time, without speaking. You were memorizing each other’s faces and the way it felt being together for the last time.

There’s a light on in Georgie’s room, and you wonder if she’ll still love you despite the fact you broke her baby’s heart.

Jamie finally breaks the silence. “You should go,” he says, “before your parents figure out you’re gone.”

You don’t trust yourself to speak, so you just reach out and squeeze his hand. He pulls you in for a hug, the tightest one you’ve ever received, and you never want to let go. But you do.

You fight the urge to say I’ll wait for you. I’ll find you when I’m done with school. We’ll make it work. But you don’t want to give him false hope. You don’t want to hurt him more than you already have.

So instead, you whisper “I love you, Jamie Tartt,” and force yourself to walk away.

—

That was six years ago. You pushed yourself through school, got out with your BA in three and a half years, and scraped through your MA in two. There were times it felt a little like hell, but you persevered.

You’re pretty sure the worst moment was during your third year, when your roommate, a football aficionado, started talking about Man City’s hotshot new player.

“Oh my god, he’s like, so fucking sexy. The things he does on the pitch… he’s like, revolutionized the game.”

“Hm,” you say noncommittally, lost in a textbook.

“Yeah, heard he’s a bit of a prick though. Grew up in Manchester, and he’s about our age. D’you reckon you knew him?”

“What?” you say, finally lifting your eyes from the page. “I didn’t grow up in Manchester, just lived there when I was a teenager.”

Your roommate shrugs. “Did you know a ‘Jamie Tartt?’ Dating Keeley Jones?”

And there it was. The worst moment of your whole university career.

You turn back to your book in order to hide your face. “Doesn’t sound familiar,” you say, and your roommate doesn’t push it. She’s too busy telling you how Jamie and Keeley are the hottest, most perfect couple she’s ever seen.

You’re past that now. It still feels like a stabbing pain every time you hear his name or see his face on a screen, but for the most part, you’ve shut down that part of your brain.

You might have shut it down a little too successfully.

In the last six years, you’ve been in exactly two relationships. Both short-lived, both leaving you with a sense of apathy.

But, your parents approved of both of them. Didn’t matter that they were shallow, self-absorbed dickheads; “He’s cute and has a good job!” your mum had said, oblivious to the fact that she was replaying the exact same pitch to you from before.

You had felt a rush of relief when the news hit that Jamie and Keeley had broken up. You hated hearing about all his escapades, and how much he hurt her. It made your heart ache, knowing he was burying himself in his prickish attitude the same way you were burying yourself in yours.

Well, maybe that’s too harsh. You aren’t a prick per se, you’re just… cold. Emotionless. You felt very little this days, because every time you felt the tiniest bit of anything, everything threatened to overwhelm you.

After school, you just… kept moving. No sense in going home, you loved your family but they made you feel like you were drowning. And you couldn’t make yourself go back to Manchester.

Georgie called you from time to time, checking up on you. Turns out she didn’t hate you. She was actually rather worried. She never, ever mentioned Jamie.

“You can’t just stop living life, love,” she had said one time. “That’s all it is: love and loss. You just keep moving forward.”

You took her advice literally, securing a good job that allowed you to work remotely. You moved to the east side of London, West Ham, but were never at your flat longer than a week. After all, you were hot and had a good job. Why not travel? You had no strings keeping you anywhere.

Now you’re back in West Ham for two weeks, getting ready to go to Barcelona. A friend has a timeshare that she can’t make it to, so you volunteered to go. After all, it’s better to be apathetic in Barcelona than it is in West Ham, right?

Whatever the case, you’re here for much longer than you’d like to be, but you’re going to make the best of it. You have a friend from uni who lives near you, so you’re going out tonight. She wants to go to some upscale restaurant a couple minutes from your flat with a few other girls, and you decide that you’d rather not be alone tonight.

You don’t mention that it’s your birthday. You stopped celebrating them at nineteen.

Your hair and makeup are done, you’ve put together an appropriate fancy-dinner outfit, and you’d say you’re looking classy. You grab your bag and head out the door.

It’s only a ten-minute walk, and there are all kinds of people out. You wonder why, then remember it’s Saturday. That explains it.

There’s an especially rowdy bunch of guys up ahead, seemingly corralled by a middle-aged man with a mustache. As you draw closer, you hear his accent. American, specifically mid-Western. You breeze by them, catching snatches of their conversations and a mix of accents.

Your ear tunes into someone saying, “…not what really happened,” with an accent that reminds you so much of Jamie’s, you find yourself rooted to your spot in the sidewalk, turning around to confirm that it is not, in fact, him.

You make eye contact with the middle-aged mustached man, who smiles at you and shrugs. “Footballers. What a rowdy bunch,” he says, “Wonder where their coach’s at?”

You surmise by his jocular tone that he’s their coach.

You give him a small smile and he comes over to you. Your feet still won’t move, because you haven’t confirmed that the voice was not Jamie. Or maybe because this man is a gaffer, and you want him to say something, anything about possibly knowing Jamie Tartt.

“I’m Ted,” he says, sticking out his hand.

You shake it and give him your name. At this point, his team have noticed that their coach is talking to someone new, and they descend like a flock of curious children.

There’s a chorus of hellos and one hola, but it’s all a little lost because all you can hear is one soft, “hey.”

“Hi,” you breathe.

One look into Jamie Tartt’s blue eyes and you’re a goner, even after six years.

Ted looks from you to Jamie. “Oh, do y’all know each other? Jamie, why didn’t you say something?”

“Dunno,” Jamie says, keeping his eyes on you.

Ted, great man that he is, assesses the situation with alarming perception.

“Alright boys, why don’t we let Jamie catch up with his lady-friend, and we’ll just text him where we end up, sound good?”

It does not sound good to them, because they can tell something interesting is about to happen, but Ted and another bearded American herd them away and down the street, leaving you and Jamie alone on the sidewalk.

“How you been?” he asks, looking awkward as you feel.

“I’ve been…” what word is there to describe how you’ve been? You settle for a shrug.

He nods and huffs out a single chuckle. “Yeah, that about sums it up, don’t it?”

“What about you?” you ask, reaching out to lightly tap his arm. “Heard you were some hotshot footballer.”

Jamie imitates your shrug. “Heard you were some hotshot something or the other.”

You crack a small smile at that. “Georgie tell you?”

“Yeah,” Jamie says, “Felt the need to keep me updated. Don’t fuckin’ know why though.”

That hurts a little bit. This is a mistake, you think. You begin to realize, perhaps for the first time, that your pining after him was pointless. And one-sided.

That is, until Jamie says so softly you almost miss it, “Happy birthday, by the way.”

There it is.

You open your mouth to say, I love you, but what comes out instead is, “I’m sorry.”

“What for?” Jamie asks in surprise.

“I’m just… sorry. For everything. For walking away. I don’t know, I feel like I should have fought it or something… I think about you all the time. I wish that I would’ve done something different, I guess. I know I can’t change it, but…” you shrug helplessly.

Jamie just looks at you, head tilted.

You huff out an awkward laugh. “Anyway. I should probably go. Meeting a bunch of girls for drinks and dinner.”

“You hate that shit,” Jamie says, and it comes out the exact same way he would have said it six years ago. Like he’s comfortable with you, like he knows every single tick in your brain.

“I do,” you agree ruefully. “Just couldn’t get out of it, I guess. Didn’t have a good excuse.”

“Go out with me,” Jamie suggests, impulsively. But then, he was never one for forethought.

Your mouth opens to decline, then shuts.

“You’re done with school, yeah?” Jamie continues, “Mum said you haven’t been home in ages. Said she knows more about you than your parents. What if… what if we gave it another go? We’re fuckin’ adults, ain’t we? Let’s just fucking try.”

He’s looking at you, so full of anxious hope that it makes you want to cry. You can feel a few tears fighting their way forward.

“Jamie,” you say, “Jamie I don’t know. I mean- I hurt you. I knew what I was doing would hurt you and I did it anyway. I could hurt you again.”

Jamie replies, “Weren’t your fault though, was it?” and you’re taken back so vividly to that front porch.

You look at him, really look at him for the first time in six years. He’s older, you realize, and you think that he must think something similar about you. He’s calmer, almost- gentler? Still the same Jamie though, with the blonde highlights and the slit in his eyebrow. Outrageous sense of fashion, one that is no longer dulled by the ominous presence of his father. He’s more sure of himself, you think, and you realize you’re more sure too.

There isn’t anything hanging over your head threatening to take your livelihood away.

It’s poetic, really. You, him, in the dim streetlight. Deciding to begin again exactly six years after it ended.

“Jamie,” you say again, because you love the way his name feels on your lips, “I didn’t ever stop loving you. I don’t ever want to stop loving you.”

He’s taken a step closer, and there’s mere centimeters between you.

“Y’know I’d never want you to put your life on hold for me, right?” you whisper, “Been thinking about stopping traveling. Maybe settle down closer, focus on my job more.”

Jamie smiles. “Go out with me,” he says. “Skip your dinner. You’d have a shit time, anyway.”

You smile back and reach out for his hand. It still fits perfectly in yours. Maybe even better.

“I would love to.”

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 1 year ago

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Hold Me

Dean Winchester x little sister!reader, slight Sam Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: various times that Dean comforts you because of John.

You and Dean had a special bond. Even before Sam had gone off to college and John disappeared, the two of you had been inseparable since the day John first placed you in Dean’s arms.

He’d been just a teenager then, and you barely a toddler. But he’d flashed you a genuine smile, and you’d giggled, and from that moment on, nothing could separate you.

Dean was the one you always went to when you needed anything, partially because of how close you were and partially because you had no one else.

John was far too consumed with the big picture for you to ever feel comfortable talking about your personal problems, and while you loved Sam, he always tried to psychoanalyze your problems, which was never how you felt like dealing with them.

Dean, however…

…

“Commere baby,” Dean pulled you, his four year old little sister, into his lap, rocking you gently as you cried. John had been gone for five days, and you missed your daddy.

“Dad’s gonna be home soon, really,” Sam tried to soothe you, but you only cried harder.

“Hey, can you bring me her backpack?” Dean asked. Sam tossed it to him.

“Are you alright with her? I want to go get us some dinner,” Sam suggested, feeling bad but also desperate to get away from your crying. You’d been upset for the past couple of days, and he couldn’t take much more.

“Yeah, I’ve got her, bring me back a feast.”

After Sam was gone, Dean lifted you so you were hanging onto his neck and began to rummage through your bag. He came up with a small sippy cup, and went to the fridge to fill it with milk. After heating it up in the motel microwave, he sat back down on his bed and settled you into his lap, placing the cup into your tiny hands.

You quieted almost instantly, bringing the cup to your lips and drinking greedily.

“There you go,” Dean grinned, running his fingers through your hair. “Never too old for the warm milk, works every time, eh?”

You didn’t respond, to intent on the cup in your hands, but you leaned your head against Dean’s stomach, taking a few deep breaths as you finished your drink.

By the time Sam got back, you were fast asleep in Dean’s arms, who was softly humming Metallica.

…

“It wasn’t your fault.”

Sam’s words were meant to be soothing, but you just shook your head.

“Dad says it was.”

“Well he-“

“Sam, you’re with me. Y/N, ride with Dean,” John walked past his kids as he headed for his truck, and Sam reluctantly followed.

You climbed into the Impala without another word, and you rode in silence with Dean for several long minutes.

“Why are we turning?” You’d tried to avoid speaking, because you knew Dean would notice your voice thick with tears. But you couldn’t resist questioning him when he stopped following John’s truck.

“Because the Dairy Queen is this way,” Dean answered simply.

“What?”

“What, you think I didn’t notice the sniffling and the way you can’t even turn in my general direction? You ain’t subtle kid, now what kind of ice cream do you want?”

You gave up trying to hide your tear stained face and turned to look at your brother.

“I don’t get it. I screw up the hunt, and you’re buying me ice cream?”

“Ok first of all, you didn’t screw up the hunt that bad, ok? I know it was your job to reassemble the guns, and-“

“Yeah, and I lost a piece, and it didn’t work! You could’ve-“

“Hey now,” Dean’s voice rose, and you stopped. “Would you just listen? I know, but that wasn’t the only gun we had on the hunt, we were fine one gun short. Look, I’m not gonna pretend you didn’t make a mistake ok? But everyone makes mistakes, and I mean everyone. And dad went at you pretty hard, and I know how much you hate it when he yells. So ice cream it is, now are you gonna tell me what you want or should we just go?”

Five minutes later, you were on the road again, your tears forgotten as both of you belted out to Dean’s Metallica tape between bites of ice cream.

…

The mood in the motel room had been solemn, to say the least, but no one was willing to bring it up. John had passed away just days ago, and the three of you had barely spoken to each other since. Sam had tried to talk to you, mostly because he knew that every time you went to “take a walk”, you really just wanted to cry your eyes out. But the last thing you wanted to do what talk about John. He wasn’t always the best man, but he was your dad.

What made matters worse, however, was that even though Sam had tried several times to help you, Dean seemed to be avoiding you entirely. You didn’t expect him to try to talk about it, that wasn’t his style, but you also didn’t expect him to ignore your existence.

But when Sam left for a food run and the time came to confront him about it, you were nervous. What if he just needed some space? After all, he was probably the closest to John.

Well, if that was the case, then maybe you could help him this time, but you couldn’t leave things the way they were, it was too hard.

“Dean?”

Dean looked up from John’s journal, which he was reading while stretched out on his bed.

“What’s up?”

“Um…” now that the moment had come, you weren’t sure of what to say. “How’s it going?”

He sighed, gesturing at the book.

“Not great, haven’t found anything of use yet.”

You swallowed, “That’s not really what I meant. How’s it going…like with you?” You cringed inwardly. This sounded ridiculous, even to your own ears.

Dean closed the book, frowning.

“Fine.”

You sighed, “No, really.”

Dean scoffed, “Who are you, Sam? What’s going on with you?”

“I just…I wanted to know,” you shrugged.

“You and me both know that you don’t want to stand here and talk about feelings.”

“It’s better than not talking at all,” you dropped your gaze at this, too embarrassed to meet Dean’s eye. Maybe you were wrong, he hadn’t been avoiding you, he was just quiet or something.

“What do you mean? We can talk, we’re talking now.”

You gained a little bit of your courage back.

“Yeah, and this is the first time in days. Dean, you’ve barely even looked at me since…” your breath caught. You couldn’t say it, not yet.

Dean seemed to catch on that you were done, and he sighed.

“Kid, I don’t know what you’re-“

“I’m not just a kid anymore!” You didn’t mean to yell, and when Dean’s eyebrows rose in surprise you brought your voice down. “Please, don’t lie to me.”

Dean opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again. Finally, he cleared his throat, and found the words.

“I can’t fix this.”

“What?”

Dean put the journal down and gestured for you to get closer, so you climbed up on his bed and sat next to him.

“I can’t just buy you a treat and play Metallica and wait for you to stop crying, ok? I can’t put a bandaid on this. I can’t distract you from it, it’s too big.”

You looked up at your big brother, and his eyes looked more broken now than they did when John died.

“You wanted to fix this for me?”

“Of course,” Dean reached up and brushed a stray tear off your cheek. “That’s all I ever want to do. But baby…I can’t. I’m sorry. I’ve been avoiding you, you’re right. And it’s because I know I can’t make this go away.”

“You don’t have to make it go away. I don’t need an answer to all life’s problems, I just need my big brother.”

“But what do you need me to do?” He demanded desperately.

“Be here.”

You could see in his eyes that it wasn’t enough, he needed to know he was helping you. You sighed softly.

“Open your arms.”

He frowned, but obeyed. You scooted closer, depositing yourself in his lap and leaning your forehead against his chest. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around you, one hand coming up to cradle your head.

“I just want this,” you whispered, and you felt Dean’s arms tighten comfortingly around you.

“Then I’m here,” he promised.

When Sam came back, tired and worn down, he felt a smile creep onto his lips when he opened to motel door to see you asleep in Dean’s arms, and it took him less than a second to recognize Dean’s humming as Metallica.

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ssaaaronmontgomery · 1 year ago

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feral hotch friday!!

ok ok so the song shameless by Camila Cabello the part where it says “there’s just inches in between us i want you to give in”

Imagine Hotch and reader having sm tension like everywhere and there’s like those looks and the slight touches and then one day in hotches office he’s about to walk out she’s walking in and there’s barley space between them and then he’s like fuck it and they kiss 🌚🌚

Tension

Warning: Brief hurt/comfort, pining, making out in Aaron's office 🤭, fluff, slightly suggestive at the end, I think that's all!

Word count: 1.7k

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

A/n: This feels feral in some soft of sfw way???? And I love it tbh 🤭. This one WAS proofread for a change! This one is sfw<3. Gave this more plot than I meant to but that's okay 🤭. Let me know what you think 🫶.

Forever tags: @greg-montgomery @boredelle @hotchsdoormat @ssahotchnerr @cr1minalskies @beardedhotchh @hotchnerbau @ssamorganhotchner @mrs-ssa-hotch @canuck-eh @luvehotch @callm3c0nfus3d

Hotch: @14buddy22 @pastanoodles11

Let me know if you want to be added to my tags 🫶

Months had gone by with this tension between the two of you. Something was there and it only grew with time. It was always lingering looks and touches that weren't entirely innocent. They lasted a little longer than either of you would deem appropriate.

You were attracted to Hotch as soon as you met him. He was a handsome man and not only was he good looking but he was smart and that just made him even better. The problem was that he is forbidden. He is a forbidden fruit to you just as you are to him and you both know it. It's why it never went any further than those long looks and little touches in the last six months, though they did become more frequent.

The first time it happened you had been working with the BAU for about a month. It was just his hand bumping yours when he reached for a file you had your hand resting on. It was a case everyone had been working hard on and yet no one could figure out who the unsub was. The team all sitting at a table going through stacks of files and when Hotch reached for the file accidentally touching your hand in the process, he didn't move it right away. You both looked at where your hands were touching and then at each other but after a moment he moved his away, file forgotten. You were both exhausted and neither of you really thought too much of it at the time. Even if you both felt warm and fluttery inside, the other didn't know it.

The second time something of this nature happened was when you were wearing something a little different from your regular work attire. It had been a few months since you'd joined the team.

You, JJ, Penelope, and Emily had all been out for a girl's night when another case came up. You didn't have time to change before coming in so you were stuck wearing a skirt that was a little on the shorter side and a top that showed a little more until you had the chance to get something more appropriate out of your go-bag. All Hotch had ever seen you in was your work clothes so to say he was a bit surprised by your more revealing outfit would be an understatement. He couldn't keep his eyes off of you and he knew you were aware but again neither of you mentioned anything.

Of course you both had other, smaller moments between but these were the ones that were most memorable for the two of you.

The third time was when you sat next to each other on the jet. This time it was after a case had ended poorly. Everyone felt very low. You had been on the team for five months now and the job finally started to crack you a little.

You were sitting in the back alone. It was a more personal case for you. It hit you a little harder than most of the team and Hotch could see that. He didn't know why it did, he wasn't even sure if you knew why it hurt you more. Maybe it was just really dark and it had finally taken a toll on you. Whatever it was, he wanted to be there for you. He wanted to offer you comfort even if you two weren't very close.

In truth, Hotch tried to avoid you sometimes. He didn't want to let his feelings and emotions win. Not when it could drastically change your professional relationship or put one or both of you in a difficult position regarding your jobs.

But seeing you alone and hurting was something he wouldn't let you go through. Maybe he couldn't stop the hurt you felt but he could keep you from going through it alone. So he pushed his feelings aside and sat next to you.

In all five months of being on the team not once had the two of you ever sat beside each other on the plane. Not a single time. Other places where he wouldn't be next to you quite as long? Yes. But never on the jet where it would be much longer and closer. So when he did, it shocked you. You looked up at him and he could see the tears in your eyes. He could see how your shoulders slumped and how defeated you looked. He had never seen you look this way and it broke his heart to see it now.

As soon as he put his hand on your shoulder you melted into his side and he held you close. It was a little awkward but it was still comforting. It was awkward because you two hardly ever spoke unless it was work related and the only touches either of you had ever shared were hands bumping or his resting on your lower back when he was moving around you or ushering you somewhere.

So feeling a bit odd the first time he completely embraced you was understandable. Especially when he hardly ever embraced anyone on his team. He likes you and he has you so close. He's holding you the way he's wanted to since the moment he met you, not with the circumstances he wished for but holding you and comforting you nonetheless. He would kiss you if he thought it could help but this is far from the right time or place for that. You don't need his lips right now. You just need his arms around you and that's what he'll give you.

From there the touches only continued to grow. To linger more and more. Happening more often. As would the looks. Everything between you two was tense but also...a sort of love story. Someone you want but can't have. Someone you need but is forbidden to you. It's not fair. There is clearly something there. It's clear to most but surprisingly no one has commented on it.

Hotch made it a point to leave the office a little earlier more often because he knew it meant running into you on the way to his car. Normally he would be there so late that everyone else was gone before he left. He tried to time his departure from his office just right so he would get to walk with you as you left. When you walked to your separate cars he would watch you for a moment before finally leaving.

You wouldn't say it was a routine for him to walk you to your car because it wasn't every single day. More like once or twice a week when there wasn't a case. And technically he didn't walk you to your car but rather walked beside you until you stopped at yours and he kept walking until he reached his. You always waved goodbye to him once you got to your car though. It always made him smile.

Or the number of times he brought you your favourite coffee. He would make sure to hand it to you instead of setting it down next to you. This way his fingers were bound to brush against yours as he transferred the cup to your hands from his. The way you always smiled at him and looked into his eyes as you thanked him. It brightened you up and in turn it did the same to him. He would always return your warm smile with one of his own. Of course watching you enjoy your first sip before telling you to have a good day and leaving to busy himself in his office.

He always did it during cases because it helped you relax when you were stressed. Knowing he was there and thinking of you. It may have eased the tension from the case but it only added to the weird little thing you two had going.

Today you had to drop something off with Hotch before heading out for the day. When you got to his office door you knocked before walking right in and to your surprise, Aaron was trying to walk out. You nearly collided with each other. Aaron gently gripped your arms to steady you after you had stumbled slightly.

Your faces so close together. Closer than they ever had been. Even when he held you on the jet your face wasn't this close to his. You could feel his breath fanning across your face and he could feel yours.

"Hotch! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to-"

You start to explain and apologise to him but before you can finish getting your words out you feel his warm chapped lips pressing against yours. For the first few seconds it is timid but once you realise what is happening and you are able to find your footing again, you kiss him back. It quickly fills with passion. You can feel the need and desperation as you both move your lips together. When he swipes his tongue across your lip and you allow him in you can feel the desire grow more and more.

The kiss only builds. Everything you and Aaron have been pushing down for months now finally coming to the surface. Your hands tangle in each other's hair as you both try to deepen it. One of his hands reaches around to your lower back and presses you against him more firmly before breaking the kiss. You both needed the break to breathe. All either of you can hear is the panting coming from each other.

He leans in and kisses you briefly before parting again and pressing his forehead to yours. Both of you are still trying to catch your breath. When he speaks you can feel the warmth of his quicker breaths against your lips and it makes you tingle.

"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do that, y/n?" Another chaste kiss to your lips.

"No. But if it's as long as I've wanted you to then it's since we first met." He chuckles a little and kisses your cheek and then forehead. "That sounds about right."

"I wish you had done it sooner." You smile at him and he grins.

"Well, you have me now. Maybe we should get out of the office and see what else we've been missing out on?" He raises his eyebrows and smirks slightly. He still has you pressed against him. "Let's not waste another second."

#anon🩶#feral hotch friday #aaron hotchner #hotch #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #hotch x reader #hotch x you #hotch x y/n #aaron hotchner fluff

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amphibiahawks321 · 1 year ago

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[First request about hazbin hotel by Anon]

[Knock Knock]

[DOORS OPEN]

Angel dust : Huh? The hell you two need? I'm kinda in the middle of filming myself

Charlie : angel can you please tone down the whole dirty filming you've been doing In your room? Everyone can hear your excessive noises all the way down

Angel dust : hey it's not my fault I need to film it for a customer of mine also your saying it like I'm the only who's loud in this hotel

Charlie : Weeeeeeeeeell you kinda are considering your a..... Y'know

Angel dust : no I do not know mind explaining?...

[Charlie thought 💭]

How do I say this without being offensive

Charlie : y-you're a guy whose job is to sell your body to make benefits so you don't end up living on the streets?

[She shrug nervously]

[Angel dust then looks at you and said]

Angel dust : Ok Princess fucker what did your too scared swearing princess sweetheart over here just said?

M!Reader : Want me to be brutally honest what she said?

Angel dust : I'm not a stinkin cry baby

M!Reader : She said you're a guy whore whose whole life is about selling his body for 20 dollars an hour for a living so you don't end up on the streets

Angel dust : [Groans] Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine I'll tone down the the moaning part

[DOORS CLOSED]

[Charlie starts hugging Y/N tightly]

Charlie : Thaaaaaaaaaank youuuuuuuu!

M!Reader : No problem I know how bad you are at swearing

Charlie : it's harder than it looks I swear!

M!Reader : Nah don't worry that's one of the reasons why I love you so much

#male reader #hazbin hotel x reader #reader x hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #Charlie Morningstar x reader #reader x charlie Morningstar

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hearts4hughes · 2 years ago

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wanna be yours - jack hughes

jack hughes x fem! reader

warnings: swearing, not proofread

notes: small little imagine for lovie bun! let’s pray the devils pull through tonight and work some magic!!!!

gif is not mine

falling in love with his best friend might’ve not been the smartest thing he ever did, but jack didn’t care.

ever since your family moved next door to the hughes’, you and jack have been attached by the hip. you did everything together. and i mean everything.

no matter what path life led you or jack to, you were always there for each other. it was a hard adjustment when jack went off to become a superstar for the new jersey devils. there were countless times where he’d lay down in his bed at night wondering if he was doing the right thing. if this was his purpose in life, or if he was supposed to be home with you. of course he thought he could never admit that to you because you’d only reassure him that it was his purpose to show off his talents in the nhl, and to not let you stop him from living his dream. little did you know, you were his dream.

jack couldn’t stop himself from falling in love with you. even at a young age he thought of you way more often than he should’ve. you were perfect for him, and everyone could see that- including him.

things took a quick turn for the better when jack was able to snag you a job as the sports media manager for the devils. you and jack were more than thrilled that you’d have a job for the team. not to mention how you’d be with jack basically everyday, just like it once was.

it might’ve just been your insecurities or stubbornness, but you’d never believe anyone when they told you jack was head over heels for you. it was just something that didn’t seem real- or so you thought.

i wanna be your vacuum cleaner

breathing in your dust

i wanna be your fort cortina

i will never rust

“do you think he’ll like this?” you question, flipping your hair to the side to showcase the tight, blue, minidress that hugs your curves, so perfectly.

jack’s eyes raked up and down your body, stopping momentarily on your slight cleavage. he could barely form a coherent thought because of how stunning you looked. “yeah, he’s going to love it.” his eyes stay wide as he continues to check out the outfit you wore, not for him, but for another man.

“ok.” you blush as you watch his eyes go up and down your body. you grin widely, turning around and beginning to finish your hair.

he watches you turn around and begin to get ready once again, but instead of saying anything, he stays silent leaning against the headboard of your bed.

let me be your ‘leccy meter

and i’ll never run out

let me be the portable heater

that you’ll get cold without

he’s give anything to take your dates place tonight. he knew he’d treat you better than any other man would. he knew you better than anyone else. however, he continued to endure the heartbreak of watching you get ready for dates with various men that don’t deserve you. jack’s thoughts were jealousy ridden, and he knew it. he needed to put an end to this.

secrets i have held in my heart

are harder to hide than i thought

maybe i just wanna be yours

“y/n,” he blurts out, not knowing what he’s about to confess.

putting your brush down, you reply. “mhm.”

“don’t go out on that date tonight.”

those seven words are enough to make you stop what you’re doing and face jack. “what?”

he rubs his neck nervously, thinking he should’ve planned this out. “don’t go out tonight, please.” his voice slightly cracks.

“jack, what are you saying?” standing up, you huff out a sarcastic laugh. what does he mean don’t go?

moving to the foot of your bed, he thinks of a plan on how to not sound like a complete asshole. “just please don’t, y/n/n.”

“jack, you can’t just say that.” you cock your head forward in annoyance. “why don’t you want me to go? just tell me.”

silence fills the room. just tell her you love her, dumbass!! keeps circling through jack’s head.

“whatever.” you scoff, rolling your eyes and grabbing your purse.

“i-” his voice is desperate. “i love you.”

your mouth falls agape as your eyes widen in shock. jack has almost the same reaction when he realizes what he just did.

“shit, wait.” he runs his hands through his hair in frustration and regret. “i didn’t- i wasn’t-” he stutters out the incoherent sentence, until he finally hangs his head down in shame. tears begin to well in his eyes when you continue to stay silent.

“jacky,” you coo. the use of his nickname causes a few tears to slip from his eyes. “please don’t cry.”

“i’m not crying.” he defends, blinking away the tears, and using his sweater paw to wipe them away.

the sound of your heels clicking fills the almost dead silent room as you make your way over to jack. when you reach him, you sit next to him, cupping his face while examining his features. his eyes are bloodshot from the sudden tears and his face is flushed. he moves away from your hold to let his head hang down once again.

“baby, i love you too.” you confess, scooting even closer to him.

“don’t say that just because you feel bad for me.” his eyes stay glued at his feet. jack felt weak as paper, waiting to be thrown away.

you let out a slight giggle at his words, even though you shouldn’t of. he slowly turns his head to glance at you. your lips fall into a frown when you realize he thinks you’re laughing at him.

“i know i’m pathetic, but you don’t need to laugh.” he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper. you feel your heart crack. you never once thought he was pathetic.

“you are not pathetic, jack.” you say softly. “and i wasn’t laughing at you, i was laughing at what you said about me only saying ‘i love you’ out of pity.”

he continues to look at you unconvinced. “what’s so funny about that?” he questions. the tone of his voice causes your heart to shatter completely. he was anything but confident right now, and it killed him.

“has it really not been obvious that i’m in love with you?” you joke, a small smile tugs at your lips. “i turned down so many job requests at home, just to get this job here with you. you weren’t the only reason i took the job, it is a great opportunity for me, but you were the main reason i took it.”

“that kinda flew right over my head.” he lets out a small chuckle. the pieces of your broken heart start to slowly form back together when you hear him laugh.

“i can tell. good thing you’re only a hockey player.” the friendly dig makes jack gasp dramatically.

“what’s that supposed to mean?!” he jokes, pulling a loud laugh out of the both of you.

as the laughter begins to die down, jack checks his apple watch. “oh shit, you’re going to miss your date.”

you stare at him dumbfounded. does he really think you are still going out with another person after what just happened? “i am not going on that date, jacky. i am staying right here with you.” he relaxes into your touch as you rest your head on his shoulder.

you both sit in comfortable silence, wondering what’s going to happen after this.

“y/n,” he breaks the silence.

“yes?”

“you promise you like me?” he asks even though the question sounds dumb.

“of course.” you reassure.

“more than friends?”

“more than friends.”

#hearts4hughes #new jersey devils #nhl imagine #hockey blurb #jack hughes #hockey imagines #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #nora's writings 💐

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justmeinadaze · 1 year ago

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Take It Out On Me Part 23 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: I ended it with angsty fluff instead of angsty angst lol You're welcome!

Happy Halloween🎃

Warnings: Daddy Steve/ Sir Eddie and Sub Fem Plus Size Reader, SMUT, dirty talk, tearing of the clothing <3, and everything else that comes along with these three. FLUFF, they love each other, ANGST, They go to a Halloween Dance and Steve helps Masie with a pushy dude (very brief), at the end the boys talk about something they want but can't have and Y/N contemplates on what they say.

Word Count: 2671

“Your hair looks so cute like this.”, Masie smiles as she finishes the last curl.

Tonight was the Halloween dance at your college and since you were able to quit your job, you felt more energized to go out. Next weekend was the big move to the house the guys got you so you wanted everyone to really let loose and have fun. Masie suggested since you four were going together, you should all have costumes that matched.

Currently, Maze was working her magic making you look like Sandy at the end of Grease while she was dressed as Frenchie; pink wig and all.

“I think you look cute.”, you giggle. “The guys are going to flip when they see me in this leather.”

“In a good way or a bad way?”

“A good way for sure especially for Steve. I’m not sure why but he goes crazy when I where anything like this or lingerie.”

“Really, Y/N? You aren’t sure why?”, your friend teases. “Look at you, babe. You are so fucking hot.”

“Thank you.”, you beam up at her as she finishes. “Now you may have to keep me in line because if they are dressed how I think they’ll be, I can’t promise my brain won’t scramble.”

“No worries. I got you.”

After handing you your pink ladies jacket, the two of you walk out into the living room of the apartment where the boys were waiting.

“Ladies.”, Eddie grins as your mouth salivates and your eyes glaze over.

The metalhead had his hair pulled back with a white shirt tight against his chest under his regular leather jacket. Honestly, it didn’t take much of a wardrobe change for Eddie to pull off Kenickie. His blue jeans and boots were all his just adding to your want of throwing him against the sofa and fucking him senseless.

Now Steve on the other hand, had to go shopping with his friend to get the wardrobe he needed. His hair was slicked back but dangled just so in front of his face that drove you insane. His leather pants and black shirt accentuated his muscles perfectly with the leather T-Birds jacket just adding an extra layer of sexiness.

“Ok, I see what you mean now. Come back, Sandra Dee.”, Masie scolds as she snaps her fingers in front of your face.

“You look beautiful, Maze. I like the pink hair.”

“Why thank you, Steve Harrington.”

“You to, baby girl.”

Your face turns bright red as you blush and he winks. Glancing towards Eddie, you watch as he sticks a cigarette between his lips and tilts his head to the side as he lights it with his lighter, smirking as he closes it shut. Oh, tonight was going to be harder than you thought.

***

You struggle to keep your hands off them the entire time at the dance, always caressing a leg or an arm. Eddie as always finds it fascinating as he watches and feels you struggle beside him.

“Sweetheart, you need to calm down. You’re not being subtle.”

“Not trying to be.”, you murmur as your palm glides up his thigh before he stops you.

“Obviously, but…”, he chuckles. “You have to be patient.” Ignoring him, your other hand runs along his chest but he firmly grabs it, pushing it into your lap as his intense eyes meet yours. “Behave, little girl. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir.”, you whine and he grins as before kissing your forehead.

Steve hadn’t been listening, keeping a close eye on Masie as she went to grab a drink. He noticed a guy follow her and was now currently exchanging words. Without saying anything, he rose from his seat and headed her way.

“Hey baby. Everything alright? You’ve been gone awhile.”

Maze’s thankful gaze met his as she wrapped an arm around his waist and he did the same over her shoulder protectively.

“Hey, yeah. This guy was, um, asking me some questions about my classes.”

“Oh? What kind of questions? I have the same classes she does. What can I say. I’m kind of an overprotective boyfriend.”

“Um, sorry. I didn’t realize she…I can ask someone else. No big deal…”, the man mumbles before quickly scurrying away.

“Fuck me, Steven. Thank you so, so much. He wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“Not a problem. Do you want to dance to sell the illusion a bit more?”

She grins as she nods and they head both head to the dance floor, slowly swaying from side to side. You take note and yank on Eddie’s hand, wrapping your arms around his neck as you two begin to dance as well.

“Can I tell you a secret, Steve Harrington?”

“Of course, Masie Collins.”

“Sometimes…I get jealous of Y/N and her relationship with you two. I don’t know how much she’s told you but I’ve never had any luck with guys. Neither has she but somehow she found you guys. I just want someone to love me the way you guys love her.”

“I can understand that. I’d be lying if I said I knew how we found each other either. I mean she was a quiet mouse remember? Yet somehow landed her cute butt in detention.”, he laughs at the memory. “If that hadn’t of happened, I’m not sure how we would have ended up together if at all.”

Steve’s eyes flick towards you, smiling when he sees you hugging yourself tightly to Eddie’s chest.

“Maze, you’ll find your person. I’ve seen how you are with Y/N and any person would be lucky to have you as their girlfriend.”

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As Steve drove the three of you back to the apartment, your doe eyes never left his face as you beamed in his direction.

“Can I help you, Sandra Dee?”

“No, Danny Zuko. Kenickie said I had to wait till we get home.” Eddie chuckled in the back seat as he blew smoke out the window. “Thank you…for what you did for Masie.”

Steve smiles as he reaches to hold your hand.

“Of course. She’s our friend to. I’m not going to let some asshole make her uncomfortable. You BOTH are safe with us, honey.”

Kissing the back of his hand, you wait patiently through the short drive back home. As soon as you walk through the door, however, you’re on them, jumping into Eddie’s arms as you impatiently kiss his lips.

“So fucking…needy tonight…”, he smiles through each breath.

“You just look…so good…I can’t help…it.”

Hastily, you unbuckle his belt and fall to your knees, wrapping your mouth around his cock as he groans. Ringed fingers tangle in your hair as he subtly guides your movements, holding you tightly as he hits the back of your throat.

“Fuck, princess, that’s it. H-Hey, Steve, how are we supposed to—shit—to get her out of these clothes? They are just hugging this sexy fucking body.”

“Hm. We can always tear them off or we could cut a hole in her pants. That’s all we really need right?” Their smiles grow when you whimper around Eddie at their words as Steve kneels to balance on his heels till he’s right next to you face. “You like that, don’t you, baby? Us using you for our pleasure?”

Drool dangles from your mouth as you pull yourself back to look at the boy beside you.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Yes, Daddy, what?”

“Mmm—Yes, Daddy, I like when you and Master use me. I like making you feel good.”, you whine.

Eddie growls as he lifts you into his arms and carries you to the bedroom, tossing you on to the mattress. With amazing strength you’ve always marveled at, he ripped open your shirt and latched his lips around one of your nipples eliciting a loud moan from you as he grinds his hips between your legs.

The bed dips beside you and Steve taps his friend’s shoulder, handing him a pair of scissors that the boy promptly takes.

“Don’t move, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want to cut anything you need.”

Gripping the fabric, he cuts small hole before tearing it open his fingers. Tossing the tool out of the way, he climbs up your body, dragging his tongue along your skin as he does.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re so fucking wet.”, Eddie mewls as he drags the head of his cock between your folds. “Do these costumes turn you on that much, babe?”

“W-What…What can I say. Bad boys turn me on.”, you giggle, biting your bottom lip.

“Oh yeah?”, he coos as he leans down to kiss your lips. “Because you like being used?”

You both moan loudly as he slides his length into your core.

“You’re such a bad girl, Y/N. You—fuck—you act so innocent out there but we know what you really are.”

“What am I, Sir?”

Leaning his forehead against your own, his hips slowly begin to pump into you as his cock drags against your walls.

“Ours.”, he pants. “Our dirty, naughty little angel. W-We didn’t corrupt you did we, baby?”

“No.”

Eddie delivers a particularly hard thrust that had your fingers digging into his shoulders.

“No, what?”

“Ahhh. No, Sir.”

“God, this pussy feels so fucking good.”, he grunts as his head falls between your neck and shoulder as his pace quickens.

“Harder, please.”

He doesn’t acknowledge your request but he does roll his hips roughly into yours, abusing your g-spot with his cock over and over as the coil in your belly steadily winds.

“I love you, Eddie. Please, Sir. Make me cum. I need it so bad.”

Lifting up his head, his lips connect with yours as your tongues mingle together. Your eyes lock with his as your body trembles and you cum hard around him.

“Fuck. Good girl. Good fucking girl.”, he moans as he fucks into you fast chasing his own release. Groaning, he slams into you a couple more times before you feel him fill you up with his spend. “Fuck…I love you to, Y/N. My beautiful, sexy, naughty girl.”, he pants breathlessly as he playfully spanks you making you giggle.

Turning your head, you find Steve beside you with a gorgeous smile on his face as he patiently waits for you to be ready.

“Daddy.”, you mewl as you reach out to caress his cheek. “Please.”

“Come here, pretty girl.”

Eddie falls away beside you as Steve flips you over onto your stomach and fully kicks his pants onto the floor before laying his whole weight on top of your back.

“I’m not hurting you am I?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Good.” Pushing up on one his elbows, he peels your shirt away and tosses it to the ground, placing tender kisses along your shoulder as he lines himself up with your sex. His warm breath hits your skin as he pushes his cock into heat and lays himself against you again, reaching up to thread his fingers between yours. “Fuck, baby girl. You’re so fucking tight. I love you so much, honey.”

“Mmm—I love you to, Steve. Fuck, you’re so deep.”

“Yeah? You like that, pretty girl? You like how deep Daddy’s fucking you?” Rolling his hips in circular motions, your eyes rolled back, practically drooling at how good he felt. “Answer me, Y/N.”

“Y-Yes…Daddy…feel—mmm—feels so good.”

Thrusting into you now at a steady pace, his head fell near your shoulder allowing you to hear his beautiful moans and grunts clearly.

“You’re ours, baby. Fuck, I can’t wait for us t-to move into this house. We’re gonna take such good care of you, honey.” Steve groans as he feels you clench around him at the notion. “Yeah? Shit, Y/N, I’m gonna cum. Cum with Daddy, baby girl.”

Tears fell from your eyes as you came and as your cunt quivered around him he thrust his release deep within you.

Steve grinned when he felt your fingers reach behind you to run through his hair before a giddy giggle escaped your lips.

“What?”

“Your hair is still so greasy. How much gel did you put in there?”

“Enough to get you going.”, he jokes as he falls to your other side.

Extending your arm, your palm gently runs along Eddie’s jaw line. “I like your hair pulled back like this though. I like being able to see your handsome face.”

Scooting closer to you, he places his hand over your own before softly running his digits along your skin.

“You really are beautiful, you know that?”, he hummed in a low, raspy voice that had you smiling. “I wish we could give you a wedding, sweetheart.”

Blinking, you pushed up on your elbows to meet his gaze, completely taken off guard.

“Where did that come from?”

“I think about it a lot especially after getting the house. Steve and I can take care of you and give you everything but the one thing I feel like you really deserve…the one thing we want to… We can’t give you.”

Glancing at Steve, his head was resting on his bicep as his free hand continued rubbing your back. As he gently smiled in your direction, you knew he felt the same.

“Baby, a piece of paper isn’t going to change how I feel about you two. You both got me this ring and the ones you wear to. I don’t need a whole ceremony to show off or anything. I just want you both.”

“Every girl deserves a white dress and bouquet.”, Steve murmurs.

“To have her dad walk her down the aisle and a badass honeymoon somewhere fun.”, Eddie adds. “Come on, princess. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

That night after they fell asleep, you laid awake thinking about what they had told you. You meant what you said about not needing a wedding or anything like that. Honestly, just the fact that they even wanted that with you at all had your heart soaring.

As you played with Eddie’s hair while his head rested on your chest, you thought about the boy you met 5 years ago. He was loud, intimidating, and slightly scary but he always had a soft heart. You watched him with the Hellfire Kids and he always seemed to care about them like siblings. That night when Tommy poured beer all over you, he didn’t think twice as he put his jacket over her shoulders and led you inside. Through the years, his eyes were always scanning you, checking, making sure you ok and happy.

“I never thought I would have a girl fall in love me…”

Glancing at Steve, he had fallen asleep on his side with his hand holding yours. He used to be so angry and those first few months you never understand why. Over the years, he had softened immensely. He still had his moments of being defensive but he would catch himself and apologize. More than anything, you realized his heart was huge and he had so much to give but was afraid of being rejected. His parents did it numerous times as well as people in the town, dismissing him as some dumb jock. Even the day you met him in detention, he told Eddie he left a note for Nancy who (lucky for you) didn’t show up. He was always so protective of you and even Eddie these past few years. More than anything, he made you feel safe and loved.

“It’s not so much what you’re doing with me but why did you even give me a chance…”

They didn’t just want a wedding for you but for themselves as well. Even as singular entities they never expected to have one, let alone a happy, healthy relationship for so long. They didn’t just want you have that experience but they wanted to experience it with you.

The next morning before they woke up, you called your best friend with an idea but you needed help expanding and initiating it.

“You called the right person, honey. Come over and we can figure some things out.”

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axelsapothecary · 2 months ago

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I had this idea floating in my head that never made it to a comic page due to laziness a change in priorities.

It's called Take Two: Curly Knew

The general idea is sort of like the Daisuke isekai by @mellowsharkpolice, but instead of Daisuke being given a "Take Two" aboard the ship, Curly gets a "flash-forward" of what would happen if Jimmy leaves his sight right after he walks away. It's shown that Jimmy had locked the door, but in this he had forgotten to.

Curly runs in, stops him from disengaging the autopilot, and the day is saved, right? Well no, Jimmy is still alive, and Curly can't exactly kill him. He's too much of a coward for that.

So instead, Curly ties Jimmy to a chair and is kept in the maintenance room, with Daisuke tasked with monitoring him to make sure he doesn't escape and still eats.

Ok so now the day is saved, right? Jimmy is detained and the Tulpar is uncrashed. You can probably guess the answer.

After some prompting from Curly (Not realizing why she might not want to tell everyone on the ship) Anya tells Swansea what Jimmy did. Curly says that this is not to reach Daisuke. Curly is too busy, Anya was traumatized by him, and going by Swansea's reaction, Curly doesn't trust him not to hurt Jimmy. Daisuke is the only person left with the time, patience, and mental fortitude to be able to properly care for Jimmy in Curly's eyes.

Problem is, Daisuke's lack of information means that Jimmy can manipulate him scarily easily. Jimmy slowly builds Daisuke's trust, bit by bit, until he starts hinting that the others on the ship are hiding something from him. Jimmy was oh so alone compared to the others. He has this job thanks to Curly (he gags at the thought of gratitude towards that traitor), but he had no other friends on the Tulpar. In fact, Daisuke is the first friend Jimmy's made since boarding!

Daisuke should understand that if someone spread lies about him, it would be much easier for them to be believed, since everyone else barely knew him. In fact, not even Curly has seen Jimmy this vulnerable. Daisuke is special, because he's immune to liars and deceit.

Meanwhile, Anya keeps trying to convince Curly that Daisuke needs to know what Jimmy did; at least tell him that he tried to crash the ship! But Curly refuses. Daisuke doesn't need to know. Especially when he's appointed to be Jimmy's caretaker. Anya says she'll be his caretaker. Curly refuses even harder. Even Swansea agrees that he needs to know at least the footnotes version. Why won't you admit it Curly? You're just a coward He doesn't want Daisuke to know how bad he almost let it get it almost got.

Eventually, Anya overhears Jimmy telling Daisuke to get the axe from Swansea to cut him loose, and she interrupts them, telling Daisuke to go to Swansea. Daisuke refuses. He asks Anya to tell him the truth; why was Jimmy tied up? Was there some misunderstanding?

Anya tries to tell him that he doesn't need to know, but he shoots her down. What has everyone been hiding from him? Why will nobody say anything? What the hell happened that lead Jimmy to being tied up? Anya asks to speak in private, but Daisuke says if it's the truth, she can say it in front of Jimmy.

Curly and Swansea show up, hearing the shouting. Daisuke tells them he's not a kid and he should know what's being kept from him. That whatever Jimmy did, he shouldn't be tied up and that they could talk this out. Jimmy taunts Curly, agreeing that talking it out would've worked.

Anya finally breaks and tells him what he tried to do to everyone else, and what Jimmy did to her when Jimmy tries to tell Daisuke that he should be smart enough to not believe her lies (though not directed at Daisuke). Jimmy doesn't try to hide it, seeing it as his right to her body. Daisuke is shocked, confused, and angry.

He asks why nobody told him this. Anya says Curly told them not to.

He asks how long Swansea knew. Swansea says a month, maybe longer. The days are hard to keep track of.

He asks Curly how long he was planning on keeping this from him. Curly doesn't answer.

He asks whether he was planning to tell him at all. Curly doesn't answer.

He asks if Curly how long he knew Jimmy was like this. Jimmy answers.

"He gave me this job because my criminal record was so bad that I couldn't get a job anywhere else. Said he'd help me get through it when I found out Anya was pregnant"

Daisuke asks if this is true. Curly doesn't answer.

He asks again. And again. And again and again and again and again and again and- Curly. Wouldn't. Answer.

Daisuke storms off. Curly doesn't follow him.

Daisuke isn't talking to anyone while he processes what he's learned. He isn't mad at Anya or Swansea anymore, his emotions were out of control and he was taking it out on them.

He is however mad at Curly. He was a coward. Unfit to lead. If he could, he'd make sure that he never got that promotion.

Anya and Swansea were surprised that Daisuke could be lead up to this point. But Anya also knew this was a possibility. If only Curly had listened.

This AU, as you can tell, was a lot more Daisuke and Curly-centric. I had noticed how easy it was for Jimmy to manipulate Daisuke by saying how proud everyone would be of him if he disobeyed Swansea and saved Anya, and went "What if that but in a 'fix-it' AU". This AU was meant to center around how the red flags were always there but Curly closed his eyes to them because he prioritized being Jimmy's friend and savior over being the Tulpar's captain and leader.

And how Daisuke was both young enough to not understand why you'd overlook something so egregious, while being old enough to believe that Curly should've known better. Throughout this story, Daisuke would blame Curly for Jimmy's actions, hating him almost as much as Jimmy.

I'm just gonna post this and pretend it doesn't exist because while I think a lot of what Jimmy managed to do to Daisuke was very in-character (it happens over the span of weeks, and he's slow enough and methodical enough to make it seem like he's opening up to Daisuke.), I feel like Daisuke and Anya's reactions might have been OOC?

Like I don't think he'd blow up per se, but he'd definitely be mad at Curly for hiding something so important as Jimmy being a (sex pest? rapist?) with a sordid criminal record. Especially while expecting him to care for Jimmy.

Anya doesn't outright say what he did to her btw, but she implies it in a way that Daisuke is able to pick up on it. Jimmy keeps forcing her to be more explicit in her wording until she practically had to spell it out for him, too. Jimmy was expecting her to give up on explaining what happened, seeing her as too meek to go into any detail. But at that point, he knew he'd already lost Daisuke and his chances at escape, so he decided to drag Curly down with him.

Imo the reason Swansea didn't tell Daisuke in canon, but will tell him here, was because Anya and Swansea had no reason to believe that Jimmy would've put Daisuke in any sort of dangerous situation, especially since the vent was the only active threat on the Tulpar.

Meanwhile, this situation leaves Daisuke vulnerable to Jimmy convincing him of anything, since they're usually alone. Idk why Curly wouldn't send Swansea to supervise, or wouldn't at least let him go if he wanted to, but this AU was pretty half baked when I came up with it.

Maybe he naively believed that Jimmy wouldn't try to manipulate Daisuke to escape. Maybe he believed that Daisuke wouldn't be able to get his hands on something strong enough to cut the rope. Maybe he was terrified of losing the last bit of respect his crew had for him. Maybe he thought this would all blow over and things would return to normal. Maybe it's Maybelline, fuck if I know.

Also, some other things that I forgot to mention; - Curly hides the override key in the medical bay, but Swansea then hides it somewhere else; not even Daisuke or Anya knows where he hid it, though Daisuke thinks it's somewhere in the maintenance room. - After Daisuke calmed down, the first thing he does is apologize to Anya. He felt immense guilt at blowing up on her like that, especially since she's had no control over what's been happening. Afterwards, he apologizes to Swansea, who didn't take it personally in the first place. He'd be pissed too if something like that was kept from him that long. - Swansea is also mad at Curly, though he wasn't mad to the same extent as Daisuke until he found out that Jimmy had a criminal record that severe; afterwards he was pissed that he brought a "goddamn time bomb" onto a cargo ship expecting everything to be "sunshine and rainbows". - Anya feels similarly, but moreso betrayed that Curly would sacrifice the crew's safety to help his friend.

#mouthwashing #jimmy mouthwashing #mouthwashing game #anya mouthwashing #captain curly #curly mouthwashing #daisuke mouthwashing #swansea mouthwashing #This might be my dumbest idea yet #My sincerest apologies to the mouthwashing fandom

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mysumeow · 1 year ago

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WANDERER ALPHABET PT. 2/2🥛. . ♡ 💭

warnings: afab genitalia, mentioned use of skirt for reader, gn pronouns.

a/n: me to myself: ok write something short and nice. keep it simple. *proceeds to write three paragraphs for a single letter*. remember this all is just my take on wanderer ;7; i hope everyone enjoys it n_n

PART ONE

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Edging, overstimulation, ruined orgasms (giving more often than receiving), hair pulling (giving and receiving, when you're fed up with his edging) (that's why he riles you up), cockwarming and, lowkey, humiliation.

Generally, he enjoys exploring how far you can go before you get desperate and to what lengths you would go to reach that sweet orgasm. Where's your limit? He must know everything about you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Private’s not bad, but he sometimes entertains the idea of making you cockwarm him in the Akademiya library, in the most secluded corner there is, and preferably with you wearing a skirt, since it would be easier to hide what’s going on.

The thrill for him is watching you struggle to keep yourself composed while he finishes his essays. You might be doing a decent job at keeping a neutral face, but he wants to see you sweat and struggle, so he grips your hips harder, and gives a shallow thrust.

You have to grip the pencil in your hand to force yourself to shut up.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The short answer is that your mere presence makes him happy. In all sorts of senses.

He won’t confess that since he keeps those candid emotions to himself. He often finds himself drawn to you, and to be able to experience unconditional love from someone else only fuels the need to mark you somehow and let everyone know that he won't be letting go of you anytime soon.

It's common for you to leave with at least one mark on your neck. He can’t go more than ten minutes without craving your attention. Expect him to stand by you when you’re talking to someone else. He doesn’t interrupt the conversation, though. Just letting the other person know he’s there is enough for him. God forbid someone flirts with you within his vicinity; he’s doubling up the number of marks on you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Can't fathom the idea of hurting you. Sure, he can spank you if that's what gets you going. Sure, he can pull on your hair too. Be rougher when handling your body on the bed; bite you, etc. He puts a full stop to anything that can fatally injure you. You're too precious for him; he can't allow himself to put you at any type of risk.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving. If it makes your legs tremble and leaves you gasping, he’s in for it, and oral is one way to do it. He enjoys going at it at his own pace, making sure to work you through it until you’re left trembling and gasping, increasing the intensity. His favorite part is stopping when you’re about to cum, and how whiny you may get or your pleading expressions. He lives for it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He gets caught up in his emotions, which are intense during these intimate moments. And that ardor in his heart channels right through his actions. In other words, he gets rough.

Not out of pure, unadulterated lust; this is one of the few occasions in which he allows himself to be vulnerable. You’re lost in the pleasure of how he holds you, the unforgiving pace he sets, chest heaving, and trying to ground yourself; surely you won’t notice the way he beholds the sight in front of him with utmost devotion.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He convinces himself that his restraint on carnal desire is excellent. Until you start teasing him. And begin sliding your hand up and down his thigh, the sultry little look you give him.

Next thing you know, you’re trying to push his mouth from your clit; someone’s approaching, and you’re unable to hold your voice any longer if he keeps going.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’ll try anything that makes you happy. For some things, you might have to beg him. Only because he likes seeing you do so.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Resilient.

His body withstands a stellar amount of physical work. It’s a big possibility that you’ll be the one to tire out before him.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He prefers using them on you, but if you want to use them on him, he’s willing.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If you’ve reached this far into the alphabet, you must’ve noticed a constant theme of him relishing in leaving your legs trembling and begging for more, or less if he’s overstimulating you. The funny thing is that, if you’re the one on the giving end, he’s a brat. Which, if you enjoy that, makes the experience entertaining.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not loud enough for everyone in the vicinity to realize what’s going on behind closed doors. It's similar to his normal speaking voice. Slightly lower.

His ears burn red whenever, after the session, he remembers how his voice slipped out more than he would like it to. Lots of hums from him attempting to hold his voice, lots of ‘ah’s when he can no longer push himself to hide it, and the occasional whine.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

More than once, he has fantasized about using your tits or thighs to get off. The mere idea of sliding his dick between either of those soft and pleasant places makes his cock hard.

He imagines his hands grabbing at your breasts while yours are free to roam around his thighs, your mouth open to suck and lick his tip whenever he cants his hips forward—or, your thighs, sliding between them and teasing you by rubbing occasionally on your pussy lips, but not giving in quite yet. He wants to make you beg for it.

Since he's quite new to this, he still feels a bit embarrassed about having those thoughts and, even worse, admitting them.

He'll drop a hint here and there about it, expecting you to be the one to offer it yourself.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Proportionate in terms of length and girth; none far outweighs the other in any aspect. A bit over average, but nothing overwhelming. What’s not average is his sensitivity. He gets hard at the minimal direct touch from you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He seeks you when frustration piles up and is about to spill. He’s receptive whenever you’re in the mood.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He pretends to sleep and waits for you to doze off first. He caresses your hair lovingly, admiring each detail on your face. The sight of you sleeping relaxes him and makes it easier for him to fall asleep, even if he doesn’t need it that much. He appreciates the bonding aspect of it.

#genshin smut #wanderer smut #scaramouche smut #/ᐠ - ˕ -マ .. smut

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