#y’all have to stop sleeping on “missing you” i’m so serious

[whenthegoldrays]

When Taylor Swift said “staring at the ceiling with you, and you don’t ever say too much” but Stephen Sanchez said “if love is incarnate and not just a feeling, then I’m staring right at it and not at the ceiling”

[xxe-jkk]

Summary : waking up with the person that you love is like heaven, even if it present you as a menace…

Warning ! : idol!au, a lot of fluff, few kisses, reference to suggestive (a bit) Jungkook being the clingiest and teasing boyfriend coded (weakness) you want to kick him out but he’s jk. Comfort, ref to friends to lovers..

A/N : it’s the first time I do a fic like that, will see how it will go 😭 be indulgent about it pls (low English sorry) love y’all

Muscles on your body felt almost breaking down by all the hard working that you did. Jungkook already told you to stay healthy, stubborn as you are, you want to give all you can do for making people proud of you, specially Jungkook. The biggest point common that you both have is how you work hard for things that you love, but different level, you thought.

The sunlight get on your both naked body covered by the sheet on your bed. It’s seem for you so long since you really get a real good sleep with all the stress overwhelming you. Despite it, you feel guilty to tell him about it knowing that he certainly work ten times much and harder that you. You want to put yourself on his shoes for not being a selfish one. Though, he’s being here with you since the day one, supporting you and make you laugh on the hardest moment, he was all you could asked for. You both been busy with him and his promotions, and you with your studies and classes. When he was away apart, it’s like a part of you who go with him, it’s not the same when he isn’t here..

You turn your face slightly to his side, using his tattooed arm as a pillow. He was sleeping peacefully, good thing that he took the time to rest with all the trip and work that he did. Jungkook is Jungkook, god knows how much he could take with his self, still feeling you good despite all of it. His hair in front of his forehead, sweet cheeks who got the envy to squish them, why does he seem that innocent when he definitely not?

Open his eyes softly, meeting your gaze on him

“Keep sleeping, sorry for waking you babe”

his sleepy eyes met yours lazily, putting you closer to his bare chest. You can’t tell if he’s awake or sleepy. So cute. He hums a bit before getting into his sleep state.

“Why do you seem so tensed, did you sleep well?” He mumbled calmly

“it’s you that hug me too tight, you can feel my bones at this point” tease him softly as caress his cheek. It’s ridiculously true that Jungkook loves physical touch, always wanting you close, specially when it’s only you and him.

“you’re lying, I’m holding you with a tenderness touch”

“You’re the one who do, I can’t even get away from your hold, even in your sleep”

“why would you go away from me?” He asked with fake confusion before continue with a smirk

“seem like you loved my hold last night when I took you on the kitchen”

Getting a hit of shyness, you put your hand on his mouth to shut him out “shut up, stop being that wild”

“rain, rain, rain, you can’t fake it” he sings softly

“ you just up from bed and it’s the first thing that it came on your mind?” smile slightly at his behaviour

“what else could I think of? I keep having your taste on my tongue” tease you, how he loves make you that flustered, too much for him

he nuzzled his face on your soft neck and letting some kisses there and there.

“fuck. I could spend my days like that, never get enough”

“not me, go away” tease him slightly, but at your surprise, he knows how to play this game too

“ what? Okay now I’m really upset” stand up from bed, missing already his touch “gonna see bam, he will take my affection”

“Wait, what? No okay come back, I’m kidding” hug his waist by behind as nuzzling your face on his neck “finally, I want your touch, I missed it”

“..why are you so cute?..” As taking your hands, wrapping them around his neck as being in front of you, he cuddles you, laying down on the bed. Shower your throat and bare chest with light kisses

“I love you, I love you, how are you mine?”

you could ask the same question, is he serious? He has the entire world into him and he asking you that?

“I love you too baby, I missed you so much, feeling lonely without you, or maybe because I am?” He laughed at your soft behaviour, at those moments, he just want to stop time and and being with you, being with people he loves without being away from them. He know that almost, he will not be apart to see you for two years, why do they make him apart of you when it’s the time where you’re supposed to spend a lot of time together?

”I missed you too, so much that I could cry if I still think about that” he say softly

“please don’t, don’t want to see your teary eyes or I will cry too”

“ we’re a good match of sensitive”

You both do a high five as an accomplishment

“Don’t you find it’s like the wassup thing” you say lightly like if you found out a new thing

“ yeahh” he told it in a playful tone

“we should do what we used to do before we date”

“bro it’s been too long since, I thought we replaced it by kisses” you remember when you both were into that comfy friendship, three years ago. You both were best friends before dating, but with his career going on, it was hard to keep seeing each other, maybe it didn’t changed that much now too. Jungkook always told you during your friendship that he didn’t have the time to date, seem like he was right, but your both feelings are strong enough to handle the separation, and he make it easier by his face call, messages and his huge affection when he’s back. Dating Jeon Jungkook is hard, but he make it easier, for you

“Just a reminder, we already did all the couple stuff last night baby” he whispers it in your ear as taking your hand

“why are you such a menace? Aish, you can’t stay still for one second?”

“I told you that I was hard to handle, it’s difficult to date Jeon Jungkook” he say as putting a peck on your lips, putting your sitting body close to him by your tights ”let’s go, leshugoo”

As getting ready to do the wassup check, you both put a distance between your hands. Before your both hands get slapped together, You dodge his hand like a feint. His hand was held there, only tapping the air. You faked it. He looked at you with confusion in his starry eyes before his lips forming a pout. You burst out laughing.

“you laughing? You seem that confident, huh?” You couldn’t stop laughing

“sorry, I couldn’t contain myself of doing it, you were so ready and I-“ before you couldn’t continue, he kisses your lips half roughy but soft at the same time.

“ I will take my revenge” he tell you with a smirk on his face

As hugging his shoulders, you keep giggling softly

“you’re the one who were so wild with me at first, need to teach you a lesson”

“but I was just playing with you” he whines softly as looking at you

“me too, I couldn’t stop laughing about it by the way” you smiled

“no, you made fun of me” he pout again, can’t contain a smirk going.

“so you shouldn’t be all lovey with me at the first”

“let me love my girlfriend in peace” “you already loved her enough last night”

Now it’s his turn to laugh, seem like you became wild like him. Such a menace.

“I will give you back what you just did, will see who will laugh this time”

With him, you can be ready to anything because obviously, he plays hard when he plays, and not only in sex.

You put a soft peck on his lips, and again, until you say “why not forget that? As besties, we shouldn’t fight, huh?

“besties, huh?” He say playfully as playing with your hair “I would gladly do but I need something in return, something that only you can give me, only from you I accept”

“something from me? What’s it? “ look at him with envy eyes. You want him so fucking bad.

“ let me show you and I might forgive you about what you did to me” he say playfully, caressing softly your tights, hands directly in your bare ass as putting kisses in your neck. There we go again

“what happened to the ‘wassup bro’ coded” you tell him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“few kisses won’t ruin our friendship, baby”

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a/n : why does it look so bad??😭 I’m reflecting myself about posting it. Hope that it’s just my eyes and you will love it. Love yaaa💕

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[bihansthot]

Title: Fuck Me

Rating: R-18, Explicit, minors DNI

Pairing: AMAB!Tarnished x Messmer

Summary: Messmer imbibes too much ale one night and demands to know what it’s like to be on the receiving end of the relationship.

Warning: rim job, anal sex, size difference, snakes

Author’s Notes: sorry if this one seems kind of OOC loves it’s the rewrite I promised y’all and I tried to make Messmer’s dialogue natural and fit him but don’t know how good I did. I did not write the tarnished in Old English only Messmer so maybe it doesn’t flow the best but my little dinosaur brain can only handle so much! I hope you all enjoy it! If you do please let me know! Likes, comments and reblogs are so so critical to a content creator we feed off of it! Thank you!!

“Fuck me,” the Empyrean whispered huskily as he stumbled backwards falling awkwardly back on the bed you shared with him, -a new novelty thanks to your nagging-.

               “Wh-what?” your words get stuck in your throat as you feel your mouth go dry at your lover’s demand.

               “I said fuck me. Thou speaketh English dost thou not?” He leans up on his elbows, giving you a lopsided grin as his golden eye stares intensely back at you.

               A shiver runs down your spine as you meet his unnatural gaze, “Messmer we’ve never, I mean not like this, I uh. Fuck. Come on stop messing around.”

               “Stutter didst I? I’m serious. Fuck. Me.” The demigod repeats slowly and deliberately, a difficult task given his current state. “Thou always regaleth mine self about how good mine cock feels in thine arse. I desire to know what I’m missing.” The empyrean slurs as he gives you a challenging look.

               “Messmer you’re drunk, stop teasing me and go to bed,” you sigh loudly while pinching the bridge of your nose and shaking your head. L

               “Demigods hath no need for sleep,” he retorts smugly as the grin on his handsome face grows wider. He tugs his armor over his head, careful of the snakes intertwined in his body leaving on only a pair of dangerously low-slung small clothes which did absolutely nothing to hide the demigod’s prominent erection.

               You groan in frustration as you feel your cock stirring in your pants as his perfectly imperfect chest is suddenly on display, his snakes eyeing you curiously. The sweeping expanse of white, scaled skin stretched tightly over his muscles seemed to make his pecs and abs bulge and strain even more, you can’t help but lick your lips as your eyes trail hungrily over his flawless body. “M’Lord is going to be pissed at me in the morning when his ass is too sore to sit down,” you grumble ruffling your hair in frustration as you wrestle with your choice.

               “Thou dare defy your lord?” Messmer growls as his golden eye narrows and his lips purse tightly in frown as the snakes hiss.

               You throw your arms up and let out an exasperated groan, “what brought this on all of a sudden? You’ve never once offered to bottom, in fact I’m pretty sure you’ve told me ‘don’t ask, I don’t fucking bottom for anyone’ on more than one occasion.”

               “Phew” he curses in frustration before adding “imbibed too heavily have I, I can’t properly top thou. I desireth more than a blow job so fuck. me.,” he demands as he glares at you. It takes him two or three attempts to finally hook his thumbs on the waistband on his small clothes as he pushes them down. The empyrean groans loudly as his cock is exposed to the cool air around him, he rakes his hand over his toned body before wrapping his hand around his leaking member.

               Your mouth waters at the sight of him teasing himself on your bed. Little whimpers fall from your lips as you palm yourself through your increasingly constricting pants. The words make you shiver with desire as you find yourself taking slow, hesitant steps toward the demigod still wrestling with yourself on whether or not it was worth giving into his demands. It had certainly crossed your mind more than one time what it would be like to fuck Messmer instead of always taking it up the ass for him, but you still had to weigh your decision carefully as a pissed off demigod was not something you wanted to deal with in the morning.

               “Thou won’t receiveth this offer a second time,” he groans swiping his thumb across the head of his cock, smearing pre-cum messily around the tip. He bites his lip to stifle a little moan as his hips buck up into his hand, “fuck me,” he repeats, his pleading voice sounding hoarser and almost needy.

               You make up your mind as you let out a shaky breath you didn’t even realize you had been holding as you disrobe hastily, cursing as you almost trip and fall trying to pull your pants off. A few seconds later you do trip, falling on top of Messmer as you shoot a glare over your shoulder at his snakes mocking you from behind, you swear you can see the snakes smirking at you. You let out a loud moan as you straddle the demigod’s hips. Your cock rubs up against his and your lips find his in a quick and sloppy kiss. You whine into his hot mouth as your tongue licks along the roof of his mouth before tangling around his. Messmer’s mouth is relentless and dominate. You grunt when, in his drunken, sloppy haste, his teeth click against yours painfully. You try and change the angle of the kiss but find your head immobilized by the empyrean’s strong hand gripping your hair painfully tightly. He nips and bites at your lower lip before snagging it painfully between his sharp teeth causing you to yelp in surprise as blood wells freely in your mouth before being greedily lapped away by Messmer’s fiery tongue.

               He groans against your mouth as he sucks incessantly on the wound, making sure not even a single drop of blood goes to waste. Messmer’s hips roll up against yours before finally releasing your abused, swollen lip, “Well? What art thou waiting for? Make haste!” He barks out running his tongue along his lower lip and grinding his cock up against yours.

               The action pulls another low cry from your lips as you look down at him, noticing that his eye looks somehow even more unfocused than usual as he tries in vain to blow his long red hair out of his face. You frown at him as you press you hands down firmly on his thrusting hips, “it’s not like I can just stick it in ya know? We need lube not to mention you need to be stretched, it can be pretty painful and a lot to handle the first time, though I’m not quite as blessed as you are.” You roll your eyes at his demanding, almost child-like behavior as you lean forward to grope around on the nightstand for the bottle of lube.

               Messmer narrows his eye at you, “dost thou challenge me? Thou thinkith I cannot bare thine pain?” He bares his teeth in a feral grin as he holds his thumb up to your face, at a speed you can barely even follow he brings his other hand up to snap the digit back with a sickening crunch, cleanly snapping the bone in half.

               You wretch as you feel bile rising up in your throat as you hastily cover your mouth with both hands and squeeze your eyes shut as you try and take slow deep breaths. After a few moments you crack one eye open to look down seeing Messmer’s hands both folded lazily behind his head, “Fucking hell Messmer, can you not? I get it, you’re a badass demigod, soldier extraordinaire, ok, but fuck, that was unnecessary and disgusting.”

               The demigod gives you an infuriating smirk, “thine cock careth not, in fact I can feel it twitching and dripping more.” He pulls his hand with his newly broken thumb from behind his head and brings it down to rub it over the opening at the tip of your cock running it through the translucent fluid.

               “F-fuck. Ugh. That’s so gross. Stop it Messmer. Do you want me to fuck you or what?” you growl at him, surprising yourself with how strong and forceful your demand comes out.

               Messmer pouts at you like a five-year-old that just got caught stealing a cookie as he pulls his hand back and tucks it neatly behind his head again. “Fine,” he huffs before muttering, “my apologies.”

               “Yeah, I bet you’re sorry,” you mutter to yourself as you frown and take a deep breath, not entirely sure where to begin with Messmer. You’re no stranger to stretching yourself, but you can’t remember the last time you had your finger’s in someone else’s ass, let alone death incarnate. You blow out a shaky breath, feeling your whole body trembling with a mixture of trepidation and arousal as you decide to take it slowly, you’d rather have Messmer yell at you in in Old English tonight than have to deal with him in the morning. You lean back onto your knees earning a forlorn whine from Messmer as he no longer has your cock to buck up against. Slowly the noise becomes a breathy gasp as you lean down lazily as you draw your tongue down behind Messmer’s balls, nipping at his perineum before circling your tongue languidly around the puckered ring of muscle. He looks so different like this, relaxed with his eye half closed, hair a mess falling all over his handsome face as his nose crinkles up at the unfamiliar sensation. It’s a sight you are determined to memorize knowing full well you’d probably never get to see it again, at least not without his cock in your mouth.

               The demigod makes a noise you’d never heard from him before, it sounded like cross between a sharp inhale and a loud whine. You can’t help but grin and feel a sense of pride at earning such a rare display of vulnerability from the general. You look up to see the Messmer panting slightly as he threads his fingers into your hair gently nudging you forward as the snakes coil around your arms pulling you closer in silent encouragement.

               You drag your tongue over the pucker again before wiggling your tongue inside the tight ring, smirking against Messmer as you feel a shudder run through the empyrean’s body. You pull back to nip at his inner thigh before licking a thick stripe across his quivering hole, teasingly tonguing the underside of his balls before swirling your tongue around the wraith’s pucker again.

               “Ah! Un! Nng!” Messmer moans and cries as your tongue slips inside the demigod’s tight entrance again, licking him open with long hard strokes. He gasps loudly as you work the organ all the way in as his hands tighten painfully in your hair and his thighs tremble.

               You reluctantly pull back deciding that maybe a rim job was a little too intense to start with as you pop the lid off the lid to the lube and smear it on to your fingers. You press your wet finger against the empyrean’s entrance as you circle the tight pucker between his perfectly muscled thighs.

               “S’different an stickier than thine tongue,” he slurs out before wriggling around as your finger works its way inside the still tight ring of muscle. Messmer leans back a bit, fingers combing through your hair before settling at his sides, “it’s weird.”  

You chuckle softly and press the digit forward slowly, set on taking your time, making sure you don’t hurt the drunken mess beneath you. You bite your lip as you force yourself to ignore your aching erection, which is steadily dripping pre-cum against Messmer’s chiseled thigh and focus on opening the demigod up. He’s still impossibly tight though, he hadn’t been bluffing at the beginning of your relationship when he forcefully insisted, he was a top and only a top.

               You snicker softly at the low whine Messmer tries to bite back a cry as your finger breaches him, his golden eye closed tightly as he tries to process the sensation of being penetrated that you’re so familiar with. He bites into the palm of his right hand as you work a second finger unto his unforgiving tightness, as he tries in vain to quiet himself. “Ah, fuck!” he curses, “why doth that feel so queer! That can’t be right, thou must be doing something wrong. Fuck me properly.” His demand seems less confident as you start to wiggle your fingers around in his tight ass, trying to loosen the tense muscles clamping down so hard around your fingers.

               “Relax Messmer, it’s only going to hurt if you keep this up. You might not have had fingers up your ass before, but you know how tight my ass is when you try and work your gargantuan cock in it. You have to relax and get used to it.” You fuss at him, already frustrated that it seems to be so difficult just trying to stretch him with the way he’s squirming. “Fuck,” you pant out as you pull your fingers out slowly before pushing them back in, you crook them in search of Messmer’s prostate. You can feel the empyrean jolt under you as you twisted your fingers in and out. You’re determined to make sure you stretch his tight hole until he’s a panting, wet mess -revenge for all the times he’s done it to you- as you sink a third finger in.

               Messmer can’t stop himself from choking on a sob and shuddering violently as he throws his arm over his face in an attempt to cover up his flushed, embarrassed expression. “Unnnghh. Please,” the demigod pleads, his raspy voice thick with lust as he tentatively bucks his hips against your fingers.

               Even in your wildest dreams you had never imagined Messmer would beg for more and the sight made your cock ache harder than you thought possible. You start to stroke your cock slowly as your fingers twist and screw out of the demigod’s tight ass, you gasp loudly as you feel the delicious pressure of your hand squeezing your cockhead, trying desperately not to get too wound up. You work your fingers in and out over and over, scissoring your fingers open and close stroking the empyrean’s prostrate with each stroke.

               Soft little whimpers fall from his parted mouth as he grinds himself against your fingers. “Enough, fuck me,” he demands in a shaky tone as he wraps his strong legs around your torso and nudges you closer.

               “F-fuck, shit. Ah! Fine, fine. Hold on a minute,” you fumble with the bottle of lube again, hissing as you squeeze the cold liquid all over your cock. It’s such an odd sensation, you aren’t used to being the one with lube all over your dick, it wasn’t all in all unpleasant, but it definitely makes you pause momentarily.

               “Ah! What art thou doing,” Messmer cries out at the sudden loss of your fingers, he grits his teeth and squirms under you as his legs nudge you closer and closer, the snakes constricting angrily.

               You look down at the panting mess beneath your, Messmer looks wrecked and you haven’t even fucked him yet, you’re so tempted to make him beg the way he so often does to you, but your desire to be inside the demigod wins out for now. “Let me know if you need me to stop,” you rumble softly against his ear before pressing a light kiss beneath it. You brush your thumb idly along Messmer’s prominent hip bone as you line your cock up with the demigod’s entrance. You groan loudly as you start to sink into the empyrean’s unyielding ass but the sound it quickly drown out by Messmer’s loud, high pitched whine as you start filling him up.

               “Nng. Un. Ah! Fuck! Gah! Fuck” Messmer cries out before biting down on his lip as his back arches slightly off the bed. He pants and screws his eye shut, shaking his head back and forth as his heel dig almost painfully into your back while he tries to get used to the foreign sensation.

               “Fuck you’re tight,” you moan shakily as you grip the demigod’s hips tightly. You still your hips as you wait for him to used to the stretch, you can’t help but breathe hard even though only the tip of your cock was inside the demigod. This isn’t the first time you had been on top, but you’re pretty sure it was the first time you had been the top with a virgin and it made your heart skip a beat that Messmer chose you of all people for the honor. You wait patiently until the empyrean’s breathing evens out a bit before sinking more of your length in, you don’t get far before you grit your teeth as Messmer’s ass clenches around you painfully. “Unnh, Messmer, come on baby, you’ve gotta relax for me, I know it feels like a lot but just relax ok? You’re doing so good, I know you can be a good boy and relax for me,” you coo at the demigod risking the ass kicking that might ensue for words of encouragement.

               It’s hard to make out due to the arm slung over his face but you can faintly see the blush spreading across his cheeks as he whimpers and winds his fists tightly in the sheets beneath him. He blinks up at you and you swear you can see tears pricking at the corner’s of the demigod’s eye as he nods softly and tries again to even out his breathing. “S’t’s too big,” he half slurs half hiccups as he wriggles his hips around grimacing.

               “Oh shush, I’m no where near as big as you are and I manage just fine, you just need to relax,” you roll your eyes before grabbing the demigod’s leaking cock with one hand. The action pulls a more familiar, deep groan from Messmer as you start stroking his length trying to distract him from your throbbing cock lodged halfway in the empyrean’s entrance. “Better?” you ask waiting for him to nod and start to buck his hips halfheartedly. You give his cock a few more long strokes before sinking more into his dripping hole, you bite your lip to try and quiet yourself as you’re finally sheathed in the demigod’s unforgiving tightness.

               Messmer lets out another long, bitten off cry as you finally manage to work your cock all the way inside him, the little pants and whimpers he lets out are so out of place for the usually stoic and far less vocal soldier. He blinks his eye rapidly as his lip curls up at the unusual feeling of penetration, gradually he lets go of the death grip he has on the sheets and squeezes your torso with his strong thighs.

               “I’ll go slow ok?” you reassure, brushing some of the empyrean’s messy hair out of his face, you weren’t going to miss seeing his expressions for anything. You pull out slowly -not wanting to hurt Messmer and put him off on the idea of bottoming in the future- and ease yourself back inside pulling a breathy cry from the demigod beneath you. You’re in no hurry to be too hasty with your lover as you roll your hips against his, keeping your thrusts shallow and controlled as you wait for him to give you the go ahead to fuck him for real.

               Messmer groans and grunts as your hand keeps pace with your gentle thrusting, he throws his head back in frustration. “Fuck me, fuck me,” he half whines half demands as his hips begin to buck forcefully against yours before grinding the heels of his feet painfully into your back.

               “Ah! Shit!” you yelp before giving him a playful smack on the hip, “fine! Don’t you dare complain tomorrow when you’re sore.” You switch your grip so you can grab his thighs and roll him a little farther on to his back to give yourself better leverage as you snap your hips forward forcefully earning a startled shout from the demigod. You groan as you feel the empyrean’s hips rise to meet your thrusts, his body finally relaxing enough that you’re able to pull almost all the way out before slamming your cock back into Messmer’s tight hole, with a satisfying smack. The high pitch cry you force from the soldier is more than enough to let you know you hit home, you focus on hitting that spot with each thrust as your hand returns to pump Messmer’s cock with each hard stoke.

               Messmer covers his mouth with both hands as he tries to stifle his loud cries as he’s reduced to a whimpering mess with each thrust of your hard cock inside his tight ass. “Ah! More! Fuck, more,” he demands as his hips meet each of your thrusts with enough force to drown out his bossy demands and all you can hear is the slap on skin on skin.

               Your thighs tremble with exertion as you keep thrusting into the empyrean, you aren’t going to last much longer and based on the high-pitched whines and cries falling from Messmer’s parted mouth neither was he. “C-can I cum inside,” you manage to grit out as you keep pumping the demigod’s dripping length, ignoring the hissing and coiling of the serpents as you let out a startled cry as he clenches around your length. “Ah, fuck. Messmer fuck you feel so good, please, please. Let me cum inside,” you find yourself begging, immediately regretting not making him beg earlier when you had the chance.

               The demigod is beyond words and all he can do is nod rapidly as his hips tremble and sway. His thighs squeeze you tighter. He bites his lip hard, drawing blood as his back arches off the bed while his ass clenches and pulsates around your thrusting cock.

               “Oh fuck, oh come on Messmer, I wanna see you cum around my cock, please? You can be a good boy for me and cum for me, right?” your hips start to falter as you drive your cock deeper inside the trembling demigod. Your hand tugs on the empyrean’s length harder now, twisting it around his head of his cock as you desperately try not to cum before the demigod does.

               “Ah! Nng! Ah! Fuck,” Messmer cries loudly before his hips jerk and spasm uncontrollably as he clamps down around your cock. His body heaves as he paints his chiseled stomach and perfect pecs snowy white with thick ropes of cum as his orgasm crashes through his body.

               You pant and cry out loudly as your nails dig into his hip as you manage a few shallow thrusts before burying yourself as deeply in his ass as you can before filling the demigod with your release. You groan deeply with satisfaction as your hips stutter against Messmer’s, his ass milking every drop of cum from your spent cock. You stay like that for a moment, too tired and too scared to move.

               Messmer’s legs finally release your torso as he lays there panting, trying to catch his breath as he slowly comes down from his high, “that wasn’t so bad,” he grumbles.

He won’t look you in the eyes, you can tell he’s already embarrassed by how loud and demanding he was, but you on the other hand you were on cloud nine.

You reluctantly pull your softening cock from his spent ass, “not so bad huh? That’s rich coming from someone who moaned like a bitch in heat the whole time.”

The glare the demigod gives you makes you immediately wish you hadn’t said a word, “come morrow, thou won’t be able to sit down for the rest of thine life.”

               You chuckle as you lay down next to the wraith and throw your arm around him, “it was worth it,” you mumble trying to stifle a yawn.

               Messmer grimaces as he shifts in bed to pull you to his chest, “hush foul tarnished, sleep thou must.”

               You don’t need to be told twice as your sleep into a deep satisfying sleep, happily curled up around your lover, life with the demigod wasn’t always easy but moments like this made it more than worthwhile.

[robin-buckleys-burner-account]

things he lost

pairing: steve harrington x reader | word count: 1.8k | warnings: kissing (?), non-explicit/vague descriptions of nsfw

summary: after an unplanned run-in with his past love, steve finds himself reliving the memories of their relationship.

author’s note: this is my first steve fic!!! (yayyyy!!!) i really enjoyed writing this, and i hope y’all like it. i tried something different with the formatting, so i hope that’s not confusing. also this fic was greatly inspired by the fact that i listened to hallelujah (the jeff buckley version) on repeat for a while yesterday

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Steve lay awake, his eyes shut tightly as he tried to will himself to go to sleep. His bedsheets tangled around him as he tossed and turned, and his thoughts raced about his mind faster than he could even register. He told himself that this was all your fault, that if he hadn’t run into you, things could have stayed normal. Instead, he found himself fighting off memories that he’d rather forget.

He couldn’t believe his luck when you walked into Family Video. You looked exactly the same as when he last saw you, maybe even better, and he wasn’t sure which was worse. His eyes couldn’t help but linger on your form as you perused the aisles, unaware of his presence. He watched your head fall back as you laughed at your friend’s jokes, giving her a playful shove. Even in a moment so casual, you were beautiful, and it made his heart ache.

As you approached the counter and set down the small stack of tapes, your eyes finally met his, causing your smile to falter just for a second. He returned your look with a weak smile but remained silent, hoping to avoid what would certainly be an awkward conversation.

He proved to have no such luck, as you quietly greeted him. “Hey, Steve,” you muttered, “How’ve you been?”

A small sigh escaped his lips as he responded, “Hey… I’ve been well.” He paused for another second, considering ending it at that, but decided against it after looking again at your face. “You been okay?” he reluctantly asked, his voice low.

“Mhm,” you answered with a small nod, “Just got a new job at the bookstore down the block.” You smile at him, though the expression didn’t quite meet your eyes.

“Nice. I’m glad to hear it,” he replied, his voice polite but more distant than you had ever heard it. He placed a receipt on top of the stack of tapes and pushed them toward you. “Well, there you go. Good seeing you. Take care,” he breathed out, walking into the back of the store before you even had the chance to respond.

He shook his head as he rolled his restless body over again. How could he let himself look like such an asshole? You had been so nice, trying to bridge the gap between you, and all he did in return was avoid you and run away the first chance he got. His hands ran through his hair as he played the conversation over and over in his mind. He hated this. He just wanted things to be back the way they were.

“Steve,” you giggled, shaking your head.

“I’m serious, babe,” he insisted, his own voice on the verge of breaking into laughter, “The Farrah Fawcett spray is the secret.” He aggressively shook the can of hairspray in his hand before surrounding his head in a cloud of the product. “See how good I look?” he asked, a smug expression planted across his features.

You rolled your eyes and leaned up to kiss him. He smiled as your lips met, bringing a hand to your waist and pulling you closer to him. You pulled away after a moment, which earned a small whimper from Steve. “Whatever you say, handsome,” you told him, your playful smile unmistakable.

“That’s what I like to hear, doll,” he answered, lazily wrapping his arms around you as a light giggle left your lips.

God, he missed your laugh. It rang through his ears, just as clear and bright as always. Hearing it today stopped him in his tracks. It was like hearing an old song for the first time in years. But then again, it didn’t sound quite as good knowing that someone else was your reason for laughter now.

“Come on, Steve,” your hand was firmly wrapped around his as you pulled him across the dance floor. He stumbled behind you, small chuckles falling from his lips.

“Alright, but I warned you. I’m a terrible dancer,” he told you, but you knew he was just giving you a hard time. What’s more, he knew he could never tell you no, especially not tonight.

“Doesn’t matter as long as you have fun,” you beamed at him. You took his other hand into yours as you began to dance with him, laughing and spinning about without a care in the world.

You looked so gorgeous in that moment, and you were so bright with joy that he couldn’t help but be in awe of you. Your hair flung about as you danced, and your smile never faltered for a moment. To him, you looked like an angel.

The song changed, replacing the upbeat tempo with a slow one. You looked up at him, and your hand slowly moved up to his shoulder, pulling him close to you. His hand fell to the small of your back, and the two of you began to sway back and forth in each other’s arms. After a moment, you rested your head on his shoulder, sighing contentedly.

“Hey, doll?” he asked, his voice almost a whisper.

“Yeah?” you tilted your head up to meet his gaze.

“Did you have fun tonight?” He grinned down at you, waiting for your answer.

“Mhm,” you hummed, “I had a great time. I got one hell of a prom date, too.” A gentle spill of giggles fell from your lips as he chuckled along with you.

He gently kissed the top of your forehead before replying, “I think mine’s even better.” He softly gazed down at you as you continued to sway against him.

You blushed at his remark, “Aw, Steve, now you’re just flattering me.” A small laugh left your lips as you tried to hide your bashfulness.

“It’s true,” he insisted, “You’re the best date a guy could have.” He paused for a moment, weighing over the emotions in his heart before speaking again. “I really love you, y’know…”

Your heart stopped at his words, your cheeks turning even redder than before and your eyes looking up to meet his. “You… you do?” you finally breathed out, “You mean it?” You searched his face for any sign that he was joking.

He nodded his head. “Mhm,” he hummed, “I love you so much.” You felt his hand on your back slowly move, his thumb drawing affectionate circles on your side.

A wide smile broke out across your features. “I love you, too,” you breathed out, “Always have.” You tilted your head up, sneaking a quick kiss to his lips before leaning back against him, holding him closer than before.

You looked so beautiful that night. So perfect. If Steve closed his eyes, he could almost feel the sensation of your kiss against his lips. He’d give anything to be able to reach out and touch you again. His body thrashed about his sheets, frustration running through him. The ghost of your frame weighed heavily on him, a painful reminder of everything he had lost.

“Steve,” his name left your lips in a soft gasp. You felt his hands rake across your figure, hungrily grabbing at your flesh and pulling you closer and closer to him. Deep groans tumbled out of him, pleasure overcoming him just as it overcame you. The two of you shared desperate kisses as you clung to each other. Everything in that moment fell away. All that existed was you and him and the love that flowed between you.

You fell against his chest as the throes of pleasure overcame the both of you. His bare chest rose and fell against yours as sweet words and praises fell from your mouth and his. You eagerly held him close, peppering his face with slow kisses.

“You’re so perfect, baby,” you mumbled, “So, so perfect.” You moved to lay beside him, your legs tangled in his as you lazily ran your hand through his hair. His blissed out expression was angelic to you. He really was heaven sent.

“I could say the same about you, love,” he hummed. His arms snaked around your waist, holding you against him. He had never laid with someone so gorgeous, someone so special to him. You were nothing short of a dream to him, and he prayed to never wake up.

Tears threatened to spill down Steve’s cheeks as the memory played over in his mind. He took a deep breath, willing them to stay bottled up. He cursed himself, wondering how things ever went so wrong. You were the closest thing to heaven he’d ever had, and he had lost you.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” you whispered, hot tears rolling down your cheeks, “I didn’t want things to end up like this.” You glanced up to meet his gaze. His eyes were red, and he couldn’t quite conceal the way his body moved as sobs wracked through him.

“I don’t understand…” were the only words he could muster. He shook his head, his mind wandering over his every action. What had he done wrong?

Your hand reached out to him, resting against his knee. “It’s not you. I’ve just…” you sigh and curse yourself, “Things are different, now.” You looked to his face, hoping that he knew what you meant. Hoping that he understood that this wasn’t his fault.

“What’s different?” he asked, “I still love you, and… and you still love me. Right?” You could hear the urgency in his voice and see it in his face as he looked up at you. The desperation in his expression only grew as you remained deafeningly silent.

“Babe… please. Please tell me you still love me,” his voice cracked as he pleaded with you, begging for the answer you couldn’t give him. His hand grabbed yours, squeezing it tightly.

You shook your head. “I’m sorry, Steve,” you murmured, as a sob wracked through your frame, “I didn’t want to hurt you. I’m sorry…” Your hand came up to your face, wiping your eyes as the tears continued to stain your cheeks.

Steve was near hysterical, words tumbling from his lips faster than he could process them, “Was it something I did? I can change it. I can be better for you. Just let me know what it is, and I’ll fix it. Just please… please love me again.”

A loud cry left your lips as you shook your head. “I can’t, Steve. I’m sorry. I just… I can’t,” the words felt foreign on your tongue, but they were true all the same. You wanted to be with him so badly, to stay by his side, but you couldn’t lie to your heart any longer. It wasn’t fair to either of you.

That memory was the most painful of all. He’d repeated it in his mind a million times, hoping that it’d change, that maybe this time around things would go differently. But he knew better. No matter how badly he wanted to, he couldn’t change the past. For better or for worse, his fate with you was sealed, and all that he could do now was lie in bed, mourning what he had lost.

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 7

welcome the the seventh fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.  

1. tender by sunswathe [EXPLICIT]

This is the absolute last thing they should be doing right now.

Not when Pidge is known for crashing into Keith’s room in the middle of the night for no reason other than being bored.

Not when he can hear Hunk’s loud snoring, muffled through the door.

Not when his sister is just outside, sleeping on the couch, while Lance is in Keith’s room, sleeping with her childhood best friend.

But Lance couldn't care less.

i’m gonna be real w yall ur gonna see a lot of secret relationship fics bc im obsessed with them. theres something about the tenderness of privacy and intimacy of secrecy that just Gets To Me. this fic lived up to its title exactly

2. right hand man by laidellennt

As his right hand man, Lance grows closer to Keith and realizes a few things about him, as well as a few things about himself.

In other words, Lance realizes he has a major crush on Keith.

look the red paladin lance black paladin keith dynamics Grew on me okay. i cannot live without them now they are so so powerful. this fic is fun and fluffy and it features pining lance, whom i adore. also keiths whipped ass referring to lance as his right hand man and impulse control will never fail to make me scream

3.  A Look, a Dance by @ohcontrary [explicit-ish??]

What would it be like to have Keith's arms wrapped around him for real, not as a distraction? And that look. What would it be like for it to mean jealousy, to mean desire? Lance shuddered, heat curling at the base of his spine before he stopped, sobering quickly as he remembered the serious way Keith had named him ‘my paladin.’

i specifically remember having to walk this one off. u know when a fic is so good that u actually cant take it and have to take a break to cool off?? yeah that was this fic. the PINING. dear lord. it was so wonderful. i have several lines from this screenshotted in my devotion scrapbook. please please give it a read.

4.  Red Together by @ohcontrary [again explicit-ish]

A series of Klance fics featuring Shy!Lance and Flirty!Keith. Part 5 in progress on the.grrrl.aliens!

[Mostly based on fanart. Have a piece you wanna see written? send it to me on tumblr!]

another thing by @ohcontrary bc her fics are always a hit. this series was one of the first if not the first to pioneer the shy/flustered lance tag, so we all owe it a great service fr. i never got to read part five bc i dont have patreon but i imagine the whole thing was amazing. ohcontrary i miss u and this series will always be a fave

5. you love me (don’t let me go) by jjkimchi (orphan_account)

Lance forgets he's married to Keith.

do not be fooled, friends, for there is no angst here. there is a brief moment of disorientation from lance proceeded immediately by he and keith being Trouble and causing Drama, bc of who they are as people. this fic makes me laugh every time. 

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!  

[medusaveneno]

✨Trending things/topics on tik tok and my opinion on them✨ lol I’m bored at 1 am and I’m scrolling through tik tok

Hair oiling ( Mielle rosemary oil amla oil ) ~ Every hair texture and especially bleached / colored , chemically damage and heat damage can benefit to hair oiling now it depend of your hair type and the porosity on which or what kind of oil you should use. Mielle oil isn’t the only oil good for your hair and for ppl complaining about it , it’s simply not meant for you. Amla oil is great too but if you don’t like the smell don’t make it trendy and keep your comments to yourself.

Zote soap /dial soap- it’s soap 😐 not that serious to sell out soap

Henna on hair ~ great to use 👌 and very beneficial✅ of used right if you 1000% sure you are never going dye or bleach your hair ( well until it grow out and you cut it off)

Any food sold from a tik tok ( pink sauce sold in Walmart ) ~ STOP BUYING FOOD FROM TIK TOK and the pink sauce still has its inconsistent coloring 🤢 

Tj max , Burlington, Marshall, Ross , etc ~ Y’all are annoying stop shopping there if you can afford or you often buy from regular stores

Chrisean rock is preggors ~ 😳😭 buenoo , good luck

Yt ppl renaming ethnic foods~ 💀😂😭 Google is free bro

Oil pulling- I’ll try it one day 🤷‍♀️ idk tho do feel like holistic remedies can be beneficial

Jenna Ortega - great actress 🥰

Shea butter- love it 💕y’all should mango butter I personally mix it with lotion right out the shower

Shakira new song - love it 😘🤌

Miley’s new song ~ love it too 😘🤌

Bashing scar girl (iykyk)~ WHO GIVES A FUCK??? Like we know let her be

Grwm~ yo I use love grwm when I was younger still do but it use be so chill and relatable. recently out of nowhere some 13 young girl popped in my fyp doing a grwm and omg this younger generation either A) grew up rich or middle class B) being young and relatable has changed and now it’s being 13 about to afford expensive skincare and products / tools.

Soccer players ~ we all know they are attractive we get it

BFFR ~ BE FUCKING FOR REAL

Period (miss use of aave)~ it’s so cringe when ppl do this lmaoo funny how aave is trendy but looked in a negative connotation of a black person uses it.

Bad bunny throwing phones ~ Omg 😳 in my opinion he doesn’t like being treated at a celebrity and or wants to be respect don’t just go up ppl with your phone in their face ask first

Yt ppl learning how to bath properly~ BFFR

Nurses having mental breakdown ( I think that’s just my fyp tho) ~ the health care system in America suck ass and not only is it hard for patients but the workers

 gentrification in nyc ~ bro it’s called the city that don’t sleep for a reason you can’t just complain about every noise you hear move out it’s not as romanticize as you think it is

Gentrification in PR 🇵🇷 : GET OUT GRINGOS 🤬

Yt ppl taking random ethnic goods : it’s giving Christopher Columbus pt 2 

Realistic food candle wax : please stop I’m begging 🧎‍♀️

Benito with that Arizona girl ~ lmaooo good for her Irdc

Anything pregnant and newborn - I’m so scared … terrified even

Fear of aging ~ idk as 23 I’m stuck in between.

Ice spice ~ 🔥🔥 love her

Brad mondo/ butterfly cut ~ give okay tips there’s so many hairstylist better then him btw the butterfly cut is a lot similar to the unicorn cut that manes by Mel made

Cleaning tik tok ~ so satisfying

Cooking tiktok ~🥰😘🤌



[cocogum]

Koroks are the bane of my existence.

(pointless ranting ahead)

You know that weird feeling that you get when you’re in the bathroom and you’re almost done doing the business but your booty hole is internally hurting cuz you keep forcing yourself but nothing is coming out despite the fact that you know it’s there and it won’t get out?

That’s what a korok feels like.

Every time I see these little feces roaming around the woods with their weak ass twig legs hanging out from their disgusting and musty body, it makes me wanna commit arson on their whole families.

I swear, when I say I LOATH these little shits, I really mean it.

Koroks were a mistake to be brought into life.

If I see even one of them doing something simple like breathing and standing, IT’S ON SIGHT.

I don’t know how some of y’all think they can be cute.

Like there really be fangirls looking at them and screeching about how their bodies look like marshmallows, how they move around with their little leaves, or how their voices sound adorable and innocent to listen to.

i’m sorry what?

what did you say?

Their voices????

How are you so delusional to the point where you would believe that their high-pitched ear-bleeding voices can be soothing to hear??

These rodents are nothing close to ‘innocent’.

You could be climbing a cliff with the utmost serious concentration you’ve ever pulled off and when you think you’ve almost climbed the whole way up, one of these freaks would suddenly pop up out of nowhere and jump at you, ruining all of your progress by making you fall into the dark pits of what we call DEATH.

They will not stop ruining your improvements and will look for any way to make your day a shitty one by making you subconsciously play their stupid game with them.

You have to let the game make you hear 900 times their stupid ass “YAhAHa YoU fOunD mE!” dialogue AND let them do their pathetic small (thank god) dance till they disappear.

You can also stop searching for them once you hit the number 441 cuz that’s when it maxes out your inventory but still, who the hell decided to stop at 441?

That’s not even a good number.

You couldn’t have just stopped at 444?

That number sounds much better than 441.

But anyways.

900.

Would you go that far?

They even specifically stated that you guys don’t have to catch all 900.

Like what kind of idiot would go around the WHOLE map to find exactly 900 koroks???

Not only is that shit so time-consuming AND there is no useful reward for getting them all, but you also have to carry these.

You have to carry these.

Your nasty ass has to carry feces.

And you know they’re feces.

Because once you give them all to the Deku Tree, he literally shoves them all together to make a golden shit.

The shits turned into one huge golden shit.

Are you proud of yourself.

Are you proud of accomplishing this quest.

How can you sleep at night not thinking about the things you had to do to acquire them.

How can you go up to your friends and show them what you accomplished.

Matter of fact, can you even consider this an ‘accomplishment’?

How dare you.

Remember when Koroks used to be kids?

Well they’re not kids cuz they’re technically adults but you know what I meant.

Yeah…

I sure miss that time.

I mean yeah they were called kokiris and this was pretty much an old evolution but still.

I miss when they used to look like that.

They were so iconic.

They weren’t a pain to catch, their voices didn’t sound too high pitched, they actually had personalities (can you believe that?) and one of them became one of the seven sages.

Now they just look like this.

Doesn’t feel the same when you compare them, now does it?

Looks disappointing right?

Comparing them next to each other almost makes you question how the hell did they end up this way.

But judging by their….uh…. ‘adorable transformation’ like some would say, (*gags*) I don’t wanna know how they turned out like this.

I just feel like the process would be…painful?

Cuz like…. how the hell does human skin turn into….uh. Well THAT.

That’s not-

That’s not possible.

Not even evolution can do that on its own unless they had some kind of shitty gene already placed in their cells to begin with.

I literally have no idea what I’m saying anymore.

I’m trying to come up with a logical explanation for this but I can see that I’m just pulling shit out of my own ass at this point.

I think there was a youtube video explaining that topic exactly but I don’t remember if I actually saw it or if it’s just my mind screwing with me.

Oh well.

Looks like we’ll never know.

I’m too lazy to search for it but if you know a video like that send it to me (put it on my wall or something).

So in short, koroks are something that exists now and if they ever touch me I’m calling the Guardians on their asses.

(also i used to think koroks were edible)

[reddeadreference]

Horseshoe Overlook: Polite Society, Valentine Style

Full Transcript below ([...] placed where a gap of silence is for the same person speaking or when there’s a long period of silence and distance traveled.)   

Arthur: Hey!

[Uncle startles awake from where he was sleeping against the back of a wagon]

Arthur: Careful not to work yourself to death there, Uncle.

Uncle: I was thinking.

Arthur: Yeah. Does it pay well?

Uncle: Eventually.

Arthur: So, while the rest of us are busy stealing, killing, lying, fighting to try to survive… you get to think all day.

Uncle: It’s a strange world we live in, Arthur Morgan.

Arthur: Do you wanna head into town see if we can find anything out?

Uncle: Sure, I got some errands to run.

Arthur: Great. Go check the horses are ready.

[Having overheard Karen, Tilly, and Mary-Beth walk over.]

Karen: If you’re gonna take the old man into town…. could you take us too?

Arthur: Why what you got planned?

Karen: Nothing… we’ll find something for y’all to do, we always do.

Mary-Beth: We’re bored out of our minds. Been cooped up here for two weeks now. Karen’s about ready to murder Grimshaw.

Arthur: Well, can Miss Grimshaw spare you?

Karen: "Can Miss Grimshaw spare you?" What’s happened to you, Arthur? Three young healthy women want you to take ‘em robbing you’re worried about house chores. Let’s go!

Arthur: Fair enough, you got me. Come on then.

[They happily get into the back of the wagon.]

Tilly: I can’t believe we’re going to see civilization, feels like weeks since we did.

Uncle: (with a chuckle) Yeah, Valentine… the very embodiment of civilization. You ladies are gonna love it.

Arthur: Okay then. Let’s go.

=After “Americans At Rest”=

Uncle: Alright, do you know the way?

Arthur: Yeah… me and the boys got into a bit of a fight at the saloon there.

Karen: (laughs) Already?

Uncle: Oh, so all that talk about how hard you been working… you mean drinking. 

=Before “Americans At Rest”=

Uncle: Alright, out through the trees here, then take a left.

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Uncle: Ladies, sing us a song.

Ladies: (laughing and singing) I got a girl in Berryville, can’t be screwed ’cause she’s too damn ill. So I don’t go down there no more. There’s a blue horse lays outside her door. I had a girl in Valentine likes to drink that fancy wine. Plumes in her hat was two feet tall the crack in her pants paid for it all. 

Uncle: Go right here, it’s quicker.

Ladies: I got a girl in Berryville. Can’t get it in her cause she won’t stay still. She kicks and squeals and farts and hollers. She kicks and squeals and farts and hollers. Won’t take less than seven dollars.

Ladies: I got a girl across the lane

Karen:  I got a girl in Berryville- (laughs) I messed it up!

Ladies: I got a girl across the lane, hair down there like a horses mane. I got a gal and she’s got a thing, fits my peter like a diamond ring. I had a girl in Valentine likes to drink that fancy wine. Plumes in her hat was two feet tall the crack in her pants paid for it all. 

(That’s all they’ll sing. Then they just sit in silence.)

[As they near a dirt road another wagon drives by.]

Uncle: Look at that coach, he… he’s all over the place.

[ The horse pulling the cart breaks out and runs away but stops on the other side of the road]

Driver: Oh, goddamn it! Oh shit, the horses! This is all I need.

Tilly: Is one of you gonna get that feller’s horse?

Uncle: Oh, I got lumbago, it’s very serious!

=Help=

Arthur: Alright, I’ll see what’s going on…(to himself) Lumbago. Really… (to the driver) You alright there, friend? 

Driver: Oh hey, you couldn’t help me get my other horse back from over there, could you? I’d really appreciate the help. I’m worried this one here will bolt on me too, if I leave him.

(Not in the video but apparently this is said if you wait closer to the driver)

Arthur: Sure, no problem.

Driver: Thanks mister. It’s the white one over there.

|

Mary-Beth: Go on, Arthur.

[Arthur slowly walks over to and calms the horse]

Tilly: See, Uncle? That is a gentleman.

[Arthur brings the horse back]

Mary-Beth: There, you got it!

Tilly: Well done, Arthur!

[Arthur brings the horse back]

Arthur: Here… here you go.

Driver: You’re a gentleman, sir, a gentleman!

Arthur: No, not really… I was just… trying to impress the women.

Driver: Well, anyway, thank you.

[Arthur climbs back onto the wagon]

Uncle: C’mon, let’s go!

Karen: To Valentine!

Uncle: You’re turning into a regular old fairy godmother there, Arthur.

Arthur: What’s that supposed to mean?

Mary-Beth: It means you’ve got a heart. A small one perhaps, hidden deep inside, but a real one. And you haven’t, you repulsive old lizard.

Uncle: Lizards have hearts!

Tilly: Well, Arthur, I’m proud of you.

Arthur: To be honest, if you lot hadn’t been here… I probably woulda robbed him.

Mary-Beth: Well, you didn’t!

=Don’t Help=

Arthur: I’m sure he can handle it.

[Karen stands and smacks Uncle on the arm]

Karen: Why didn’t you help that poor man?

Uncle: L-lumbago! It’s really serious, it can be deadly.

Karen: What about you, Arthur?

Arthur: Do I look like I got the energy to waste on charity?That fool can get his own horse.

Mary-Beth: I don’t believe you’re quite that cold, Mr. Morgan.

Arthur: Oh, I’m colder than you realize. I feel bad I didn’t rob and kill the bastard.

Mary-Beth: Very inspiring, Arthur.

|

[They enter Valentine.]

Tilly: Smell those sheep.

Karen: Or is that Uncle?

Uncle: Very funny.

Mary-Beth: This looks like a decent little town.

Tilly: Other people… finally.

Mary-Beth: Look at all that snow on the mountains. Sure don’t want to be back up there.

Tilly: You think we should’ve asked Molly to come with us?

Karen: Oh no, Miss O’Shea is far too high and mighty now for the likes of us… or to do any real work. She’s a society lady, now. Okay, take a good look around, ladies. Let’s see what we got here.

Uncle: Go left here, down the main street. Sheriff’s office on the right. Sure you can pick up some, bounties there, Arthur.

Arthur: Heaven forbid you put your head on the line.

Uncle: That’s a young man’s game.

Karen: Oh yes, we can get up to some mischief here alright…

Arthur: Just remember, keep a low profile.

Karen: Will you remember that, though, Arthur?

Arthur: Probably not.

Uncle: Let’s park up down the end there, near the stables.

[Once the wagon stops]

Uncle: Alright! Here we are, just like I said. The cultural center of civilization. Man at his finest.

Arthur: Uncle, what’re we doing?

Uncle: Well, we’re gonna do what any self respecting maniac does… put the women to work.

Karen: With pleasure… we’ll start at the saloon.

Arthur: Okay, just stay outta trouble and don’t get yourselves noticed.

Uncle: Right, I-I need to get something from the stores.

Arthur: Okay, (to the girls) well we’ll see you at the general store when you’re done.

Karen: Come on ladies… imagine we’re in Paris.

Tilly: I imagine Paris and Valentine are easily confused.

Uncle: Come on.

Arthur: So that’s how you see yourself, is it? A maniac?

Uncle: Well, in my youth, I used to be known as the "one-shot kid".

Arthur: Okay… I’m not gonna ask why.

Uncle: You’re a sad man, Arthur Morgan. But I know you love me.

Arthur: Desperately… you’re my favorite parasite. No… ringworm’s my favorite parasite, you’re my second favorite parasite.

Uncle: Very funny.

Arthur: I lied… ringworm, then rats with the plague, then you.

Uncle: Shut up… this is the place, now. Come on. (to a shopkeeper as they enter) [Uncle will say either “Morning” or “Afternoon” depending on what time it is.]

Arthur: So what do you need?

Uncle: A drop of whiskey for a start. Something to pass the time while we’re waiting on the women.

= After “Americans At Rest”=

Arthur: Yeah, reckon I should probably steer clear of the saloon this time.

Uncle: You’re looking a bit tired there, Arthur. Why you don’t pick up some coffee while we’re here?

Shopkeeper: Lemme know if you have any questions, fellers. Whiskey’s on the top shell, nearest the door. Wait, ain’t you the feller who had the fight with Tommy outside the saloon?

Arthur: Yeah, that all got a little out of hand, but… I didn’t swing first.

Shopkeeper: Sure, well, these things happen. And that was some good viewing. Don’t reckon folk ever seen Tommy lose a fight before.

Arthur: Well, it’s all done now.

[Arthur buys coffee]

Uncle: Okay, if you’re done, I'll meet you outside. I won’t be too long.

=Before “Americans At Rest”=

Arthur: So what do you need?

Uncle: A drop of whiskey for a start. Something to pass the time while we’re waiting on the women.

Arthur: Always thinking ahead, ain’t you

Uncle: You’re looking a bit tired there, Arthur. Why you don’t pick up some coffee while we’re here?

Shopkeeper: Plenty out on the shelves, but I got more out back. Whiskey’s on the top shell, nearest the door.

[Arthur buys coffee]

Uncle: Okay, if you’re done, I'll meet you outside. I won’t be too long.

[At anypoint after buying the coffee, you can leave the store to wait for Uncle. Arthur sits on a bench and shortly after Uncle comes out to join him OR:]

=Wait inside for Uncle to finish shopping=

Uncle: (To the shopkeeper) What do you reckon, a lamb or a sausage?

Shopkeeper: Well, this here’s a sheep town, the lamb’s the best in the state.

Uncle: (after seeing the cheese) Now I know what the smell is.

Shopkeeper: That’s a ripe cheese alright.

Arthur: So, you’re actually buying for once? Are you feeling alright?

Uncle: See this? Young folk got no respect for their elders no more. [...] Well look at this, a jaw harp.

Arthur: What is this list of yours?

Uncle: I got a lot to replenish after that godawful time in the mountains.

Shopkeeper: All done.

Uncle: Thank you kindly. (after placing money on the counter) This should do the trick.

Shopkeeper: Yep… that’s fine whisky.

Uncle: That should do us, let’s go wait for them outside.

Shopkeeper: All the best, fellers. Try to stay out of trouble now.

|

=Waited inside/ last out of store=

[Arthur walks out to where Uncle is sitting on the bench drinking from the bottle. He holds it out to Arthur who sits down beside him.]

Uncle: Oh, here’s to your good health, sir… and to being down here, off that mountain.

Arthur: Absolutely.

[In the background Karen can be seen bringing a man to the hotel]

Uncle: It’s a funny world. This time in my career… I pictured myself being married to an heiress.

=Wait outside/first out of store=

[Uncle walks out to where Arthur is sitting on the bench. He takes a swig of the bottle before holding it out to Arthur.]

Uncle: Here’s to your good health, my sir.

Uncle: It’s a funny world. This time in my career… I pictured myself being married to an heiress.

[The scene fades to black and Arthur seems to fall asleep. A little while later, Mary-Beth wakes him up as she walks up to them.]

Mary-Beth: Gentlemen. I think I’ve got something good. I snuck into this fancy house and acted like a servant girl, usually works. Someone was saying her sister was taking a trip from New York or someplace. Train full of rich tourists, heading to Saint Denis and then cruising off to Brazil.

Arthur: Okay.

Mary-Beth: A train laden with baggage and passing through a bit of deserted country at night as to get to the docks in time for the tides in some place called Scarlett Meadows.

Uncle: Yeah, I know it… yeah, yeah, it’s right out near New Hanover. Right, it’s real quiet out there.

Arthur: Sounds good. Where’s Tilly and Karen?

Mary-Beth: I think at the hotel… they were picking up some drunken fellers that they was going to rob.

Arthur: Why?

Mary-Beth: It seemed easy. They have been gone for quite a while.

Arthur: I guess I’ll go see if there’s any trouble.

[Mary-Beth sees Tilly and a man who is pulling her into the small alleyway between the bank and the hotel]

Mary-Beth: Oh, there’s Tilly over there… that does not look ideal.

Arthur: Excuse me.

[Arthur goes to confront the man and save Tilly]

Tilly: Get your hands off me!

Stranger: You thought I wouldn’t find you, Tilly?

Tilly: You can go kiss a damn snake for all I care… get off me! Get off of me!

=Defuse=

Arthur: Get your hands off her, friend.

Stranger: Who are you?

Tilly: A friend of mine…

Arthur: Get off her.

Stranger: Or what, exactly.

Arthur: You wanna find out?

Stranger: You’re making a big mistake, Tilly Jackson.

Tilly: Just get lost.

Stranger: (as he’s walking away) I ain’t doing this with you right now.

Arthur: Go wait with Uncle and Mary Beth, they’re across the street.

Tilly: Okay, thanks Arthur.

=Interviece=

(It’s a personal choice of mine to point the gun at him for this)

Arthur: (threatening) Get your hands off of her.

Stranger: Who are you?

Tilly: A friend of mine…

Arthur: (threatening) Get the hell off of her, you son of a bitch.

Stranger: Hey… hey take it easy. There’s no problem here.

Arthur: There will be if you don’t get outta here right now.

Stranger: You’re making a big mistake, Tilly Jackson.

Tilly: Just get lost.

Stranger: I ain’t doing this with you right now.

Arthur: Go wait with Uncle and Mary Beth, they’re across the street.

Tilly: Okay, thanks Arthur.

=Question=

Arthur: What was that all about?

Tilly: Just someone I used to know.

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[Arthur calls across the street]

Arthur: Uncle! Look after her. I’mma go see about Karen in the hotel.

[Arthur enters the hotel.]

Hotel owner: Can I help you, sir?

=Question=

Arthur: I’m looking for a girl who came in here earlier with a drunk feller? Mid twenties, blonde, you’d remember her.

Hotel owner: Yeah, they’re in 2B, upstairs. Are you, uh, a friend of his?

Arthur: A friend of hers…

Hotel Owner: (as Arthur goes upstairs) No trouble now, please!

=Just go upstairs=

[Soon Arthur hears Karen’s voice from the next room.]

Karen: Get off of me!

Stranger 2: I’m getting what I paid for!

Arthur: (kicking the door in) Hey!

Stranger 2: Who are you?

Arthur: A friend of hers.

Stranger 2: Get outta here, buddy, I paid.

Arthur: Ain’t paid to hit her, you goddamn animal! Come here!

[He knocks out the stranger with several punches.]

Arthur: What the hell were you doing here?

Karen: Trying to play him. Not very well.

Arthur: You okay?

Karen: Fine…

Arthur: You sure?

[The two start to leave]

Karen: Yeah. Nothing… nothing to worry about, just… men, but… stupid bastard… stupid bastard was boasting about the bank.

Arthur: The bank?

Karen: Sure, I know small town banks are usually a waste of time, (Hotel owner: I hope uh, everything’s okay up there?) but… this is a livestock town, there’s lots of cash sometimes.

Arthur: Okay… keep investigating.

Karen: I will. After you. 

[The two leave and it switches to a cutscene- note during this Downes can be heard and is labeled as Stranger 3 by the game but I did not include his dialogue.]

Karen: ]Thank you, Arthur. I don’t much like being saved, but… when I have to be.

Arthur: I understand.

[They go outside and across the street to where the others are waiting.]

Tilly: You okay?

Karen: Sure, he only punched me. Arthur punched him a lot harder.

Arthur: Yeah. Alright then.

Mary-Beth: Hey, who’s that guy over there looking at us?

[A man on horseback is watching them]

Stranger 3: Weren’t you in Blackwater a few weeks back?

Arthur: Me? No, sir. Ain’t from there.

Stranger 3: Oh, you were. Well, I definitely saw you. With a bunch of fellers.

Arthur: Me? No, impossible. Listen, buddy. Come here for a minute.

Stranger 3: I saw you…

Arthur: Come here.

Stranger 3: (to his horse) Come on, get!

[He rides away on his horse.]

Uncle: I don’t like this.

Arthur: Me neither. Go get the girls home. I’m gonna go have a word with our friend.

Tilly: Be careful, Arthur.

Arthur: Just a word.

[Arthur borrows a horse to chase after the man]

Civilian: Hey! That’s my horse!

Arthur: Just borrowing it…

Stranger 3: You stay away from me!

Arthur: Get back here right now! [...] You stop right here!

Stranger 3: I don’t want no trouble!

Arthur: We need to talk, pal!

Stranger 3: Come on, hyah! Hyah!

[the man rides too close to the cliff and falls off his horse]

Stranger 3: Help! Someone!

=Question=

Arthur: Why are you telling lies about me?

Stranger: No, no! I-I-I got it wrong, partner… I got it very wrong, now please, help me up!

Arthur: I ain’t never been in Blackwater…

Stranger: Then why are you chasing me?

Arthur: I’ve got an unfortunate face.

Stranger: Yes, yes… me too… now please, pull me up, please! Please! 

=Help=

Arthur: Alright… come on… 

[Arthur helps the man up]

Arthur: You okay, partner?

Stranger 3: No… no, I am not. I’m a mess.

Arthur: Well, you ain’t dead.

Stranger 3: There is that. Jimmy Brooks.

[He stretches out his hand, but Arthur does not shake it.]

Arthur: I think it’s best for both of us… if we pretend this never happened.

Jimmy: Oh, I agree. You saved my life. You’re a good man and I, err…Here. you want a pen? It’s one of them steel ones.

Arthur: Oh… that’s very kind of you. But I’m not a good man, Jimmy Brooks… not usually. You see… I was in Blackwater. I kill people… and maybe I shoulda killed you. Should I have killed you, Jimmy Brooks?

Jimmy: Me…? I n-never saw you… not-not now, not-not never. I think we have an understanding?

Arthur: Of course we do. Jimmy Brooks… I will remember that. I’ve got a good memory.

Jimmy: I haven’t… I haven’t! Not-not one lick! Not… one sense in this here old mind! (to himself as he’s getting on his horse) C’mon, c’mon… (to Arthur) You have a nice day now, sir.

[Jimmy leaves in a hurry and the mission ends but there’s an optional task of bringing back the horse you borrowed.]

=Kill=

Stranger 3: Please! My hands are slipping.

[Arthur steps on his fingers, the man falls to his death, and Arthur loses honor]

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=Return the horse=

Civilian: Hey! My horse! Am I glad to see you!

Arthur: Here’s your horse back, friend.

Civilian: Oh, you really were just borrowing it!

Arthur: Appreciate it.

[sukunasbabymama]

1UP, pt. 3.

└ Pairing. Chifuyu Matsuno, Kakucho Hitto, Shinichiro Sano.

└ Summary. Reaction to a pick me girl trying to one up his S/O?

└ Warnings. My ugly ass comebacks, Kaku’s threat.

└ Note. I didn’t put Mitsuya and Rindou because I have already made them in the first and second 1up. Also, it’s aged up!characters.

Request.

Chifuyu Matsuno.

I just want to know what’s wrong with the girl because it is known that Chifuyu doesn't play about his special ones. And it’s worse when it comes to you.

Not only is she insufferable but she’s pushy. She takes every single moment to try to get on your nerves, when your man is not around.

Until one day he is around and she tries with him.

“Is that breed of cats expensive?” She says pointing at the cat in Chifuyu’s hands, leaning on the counter in a way that her chest is exposed.

“It is, but we don’t sell them here. This is the manager of the shop.” He says happily. “You can adopt here, if you want.”

“And what if I want that one…? Would you let me adopt it?” She says in a sultry tone, you look from where you were busy organizing all the bills from that morning.

“No ma’am, I already said he’s the manager of the shop. We adopted him a long time ago.” Chifuyu says, putting the cat on the counter and scratching his ears. The girl slides a single finger from his hand to his elbow, making sure it scratches him softly. He looks at her seriously now. “Girl, go play with Kazutora, you have better chances at winning with him.”

“Don’t use my kindness to get rid of this pushy person.” Kazutora groans. “She can play the lottery, if she wants to win something.”

Mortified, she just turns around and gets out of the shop. She stops coming back after that.

Kakucho Hitto.

It doesn’t matter the amount of tricks the girls that hang out with Bonten want to play on you, they can’t bring you to bat an eye.

Hell, they can’t even bring your man to bat an eye at their little shenanigans.

That is, until they start actively lying. You see, he can ignore them when they try to take the attention away from you since you don’t even like to be the center of attention anyways.

But he draws the line at lying on his name or yours. It doesn’t matter if you know the truth.

“I like to see you all happy around Bonten, not knowing where your husband spends his nights.” A particular girl tells you, missing the fact that Kakucho is behind her.

“You sleep with my husband?” You ask her in a bored tone. She nods cockily. “So do I.”

She freezes when she feels a light tap on her shoulder. She turns around and starts to tremble when he takes a step and gets all in her personal space.

“Where exactly do I spend my nights?” He asks her in a low tone, taking her face in his hand, not too rough, but enough to make her lips puck from his grip. “Uh?”

“S-sir p-please…” She stutters and you laugh.

“How do you sleep with my husband when you can’t even face him when he’s a little serious?” You mock, walking past them and sliding your hand teasingly on Kakucho’s abdomen. “Let it go, love.”

“Get on her path again and see where you’re really going to spend a night.” He grunts, letting her go and jogging to get on your side.

Shinichiro Sano.

The thing here is… he’s so in love with you that a pick me girl doesn’t even have the chance to make you jealous with him.

Everybody around him can see that they are trying to take his attention in order to get you mad, but he can’t, cause he’s already watching you.

That’s the reason why you can’t bring yourself to actually get mad or jealous.

“Right, let’s go to the beach.” Benkei says, since y’all were trying to choose where to go at the moment.

“That sounds nice.” Shinichiro says, walking to his bike.

“I want to ride with Shin-chan!” A girl says, knowing about Shinichiro’s past reputation with girls. Past.

“My girl is gonna ride with me.” He smiles politely.

“Come on, Shin~” The girl whines, attempting to touch his arm but he lifts his hands.

“I’m sorry miss, I just like being touched by my girl.” He smiles politely again. “So she’s the only one allowed to ride with me.”

“You heard him. Back off.” Wakasa says in a bored tone, at the same time you happily walk and get comfy behind your boyfriend, hugging him and on his bike. You smile at the girl with a knowing smile.

You lose.

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[bonky-n-steeb]

I wish you would write a fic where…

A workaholic omega reader runs smack dab into Alpha Bucky’s protective inclinations. Maybe reader has been skipping too many meals and not getting enough sleep and generally puts herself and taking care of herself last and her alpha is not pleased. Maybe Bucky buys some new soft blankets and builds her a nest (something she won’t indulge in bc making it takes too much time), makes/orders her favorite food and then lays her in the nest to have a serious talk about work/life balance before helping to relieve some stress. I just want a soft, sweet, sexy protective Alpha!Bucky to take care of his omega.

This request is so precious. I love this ask. I’d been keeping it with me but I guess it’s a little late now so sorry.

you first

summary || your alpha is worried for you.

warnings || fluff fluff fluff

take this cute one on the last day of the year. I hope y’all like this :)

“Later Bucky!” You said your regular dialogue as you packed your water bottle in your purse in a hurry. You did a once over of all the items in your bag. Tony was a needy boss and you needed to reach on time.

“No ��mega. There’s no later.” You stopped dead in your tracks as the words sent a chill down your spine. It only took a second for you to start overthinking.

This was it. Bucky was tired of you. Your alpha was tired of you. You’d pushed your limits too much and now your alpha was angry with you. You had failed.

“Look at me omega!” You were shivering on the spot and Bucky shook you to get you out of your thoughts. “I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean this. I… don’t leave me. Alpha please don’t leave me.”

Your emotions were running so high after all the stress that you missed the worried look on his face. Tears started running down your eyes and Bucky quickly pulled you into a hug and cooed at you.

“Shhh omega. Calm down. I ain’t going nowhere. You’re stuck with me doll.” It took a minute for his words to sink in. And when they did, you sniffled and looked up at him.

“But… but you said there’s no later…. Are you?” You couldn’t get yourself to say further before Bucky’s lips were on you.

His protective scent calmed you down and the intensity of the kiss assured you that Bucky wasn’t leaving. “I said that because you never give me time no more ‘mega.”

“I… I’m sorry.” You mumbled guiltily. “I… I failed as your omega. I’m supposed to keep you happy and all I’ve done is made you angry. I’m sorry.” The tears had started again.

“No no! Not at all. You haven’t failed doll. You’re still my omega. My perfect little omega who I love more than anyone. And I’m not at all angry with you.” His voice was so sincere, it wiped down your worries.

“You’re not?” Your voice was small. “No. If I’m angry with someone then it’s Tony. How dare he overwork my omega.” You couldn’t help but break a smile.

“Bucky… it’s just that Tony is a mess. And being his personal assistant I have to look after him.” Tony was some days worse than a child. “But not at your own expense. When was the last time you relaxed ‘mega?”

“I was relaxed last night.” You smiled thinking of how Bucky had made sweet love with you. “No not that. When was the last time you gave yourself time? Do you know how long it had been since I made you sit on my lap and dotted on how pretty you were?”

“Bucky!” You playfully hit his chest shying away from his words. “No doll. You aren’t allowing me to put love on my omega and I won’t let this happen in this household.”

This time, the tears that sprang through were of happiness. “Come on now. I don’t like my pretty ‘mega crying unless it’s on my cock.” You looked up at him with what could only be described as heart eyes. “Oh Bucky!”

“Stay with me today? Please!” You hated that Bucky had to plead with you. “You don’t have to say please. I’ll stay with you today. Tony could look after himself for one day.”

Bucky’s eyes lit up like a thousand watt bulb and he pulled you into a hug. His lips mouthed at your mating bite and you became putty in his hands. “I have a surprise for you.” Your ears perked up as he whispered.

He lead you to one of the spare rooms in your house and you followed him like a lost puppy. When he opened the door, your breath hitched in your throat.

Because in front of you, a plush nest, with the most comfortable blankets and fluffy pillows was laid out. And it was covered with a sheet on which Bucky had placed calming yellow lights. It looked like the tent you had imagined as a little girl.

“Bucky, I…” you literally climbed on him this time as you hugged him. “I love you. I love you so much Bucky. I love you I love you I love you.” You exclaimed as you pressed kisses all over Bucky’s face.

“Don’t end all your love quota right now omega. There’s more.” You looked up at him like a kid offering a candy. “My love quota for you is infinite my alpha.”

“But there’s more??” You we’re so excited and happy and your scent was so sweet that Bucky was really in heaven himself. “Yeah I’ve ordered food from your favourite restaurant.”

“Oh my god! I love you Bucky!” He pressed a sweet kiss to your nose and placed his hands on your ass to pick you up. “Wait!” Bucky stopped u knowing of what he’d done wrong. You loved being carrying by him, but then why not today.

Instead, you quickly walked over and jumped into the nest and squealed happily as it was so fluffy that you bounced on it. Bucky laughed at your antiques and himself jumped into the nest.

“C’mere.” He motioned and you crawled over to him. But instead of cuddling with him, you straddled him and started removing his T-shirt. “Naughty ‘mega! We are supposed to be cuddling.” Bucky was giggling like a stupid teenager.

“We are going to cuddle alpha. Just…” you removed his T-shirt and kept it aside and buried your face in his warm chest. “This is better.” You could feel Bucky’s chest rumble as he laughed.

“Yeah. This is better.” He wrapped his arms around you and you had never felt safer. “Do you know how proud I am that my omega is such a hard worker? You have your own life, your own personality and I love that about you.”

Your inner omega preened under the praise. “But you have to take care of yourself too. You gotta eat your meals regularly and sleep on time and prioritise yourself. Promise me you’ll take care of yourself doll.”

With only love in your eyes, you laid your head on your lovely alpha’s shoulder and repeated. “I promise.”

[erule]

He’s not you | e.m.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: you broke up with Eddie, but he’s still in love with you. So he confronts you about it and his jealousy of Steve, only to find out that maybe you still want him, after all.

Warnings: fluff, angst (what’s new?), exes to lovers again, jealous!Eddie

Word count: 500

A/N: hi! Some fluff with Eddie for you to have a bright day. Feedback is always appreciated by a writer! Hope y’all like it. Enjoy! x

“I’m jealous,” that’s the last thing he says. You turn around in order to see his face. He looks pale and older than he is. He’s never been so serious, probably. He clenches his jaw twice, then he looks at the ground. “It’s hard to see you and Steve together. This is the first and last time you’re gonna hear me saying something like that,” he adds. You remain quiet, waiting for him to keep talking. “You moved on, but I’m still here. I feel like a ghost, sometimes. And it’s also terrible, because he’s my friend. But everytime he leans on your shoulder, I would like to punch him in the face”.

“We’re not together, Eddie,” you say, making a step forward.

“Oh, I don’t know, Y/N. You look really close to him,” he says with a sarcastic smile on his face.

“Have you ever wondered why?”

“He’s charming, funny and handsome. I don’t have to wonder why”.

“But he’s not you,” you say and he freezes. “He’s not you,” you repeat. “That’s why I hang out with him. Because if I stay here, in this exact room, my room, I just see you. I see you knocking at my window, I see you sleeping next to me in my bed, I see you playing your guitar, I see you crying about that stupid school, I see you laughing at my silly jokes and everytime I remember your smile, my heart breaks. So no, Eddie, to answer your extremely stupid question you asked me when you came into my house unexpected, I’m not dating Steve. I just need to stop thinking and he helps me not to,” you confess.

Eddie swallows. He had no right to be jealous and he has no right to be here right now, but he has had answers, finally and this alone makes him feel less guilty. Maybe you still have feelings for him and if it is true, he has to fight for this relationship.  

“So why did you break up with me?”

“Because it was easier,” you say and it’s like something is crashing your ribs from the inside. “It was easier than admitting that I was in love with you. It was easier than talking to my parents about your reputation. It was easier than hearing my friends saying bad things about you. I was a coward, but I was also tired, Eddie. But I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” you repeat and when you say it, he’s already hugging you.

He's finally holding you tight into his arms and that’s the only thing that matters. He has missed you, the empty spaces to be filled with your body against his one, you smelling of home. It feels like he finally came back from exile.

“I forgive you sweetheart, but please, say it again”.

“What?”

“That you’re in love with me”.

You chuckle.

“I’m in love with you,” you say and he gives you a tiny kiss on your nose, showing you his beautiful and happy smile. “I’m in love with you”.

[gingeraleluke]

𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: vinnie got his hair cut a little too short for his liking…

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: swearing, fluff, mentions of sexual stuff, nothing really

𝗔/𝗡: i’m sorry that this is so short! this was just a small little blurb for you guys since y’all wanted me to write about his new hair <3

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“she’s not gonna care—“

“she is SO going to care, jett! look at it!” vinnie played with the short strands of hair and tugged to lengthen it out, showing just how short it was.

anytime vinnie would threaten to get a haircut, y/n would always forbid him, stating that she liked it long. as time went on, he knew that he needed it cut, so he finally made the appointment to get it trimmed.

key word: trimmed.

he came back with basically all of it off and was trying his best not to freak the fuck out in the barbershop, letting out his frustrations in the car with jett.

he figured that y/n wouldn’t notice if he trimmed it, but this? she would definitely notice.

“she is gonna kill me, jett.” flipping open the car mirror, he ruffled his hair, playing with it with a look of distaste on his face. “fuck…” he groaned.

“i should have never cut it, y/n was right. she’s gonna fucking dump me over this—“

“oh, vinnie— stop. you are over exaggerating, she wouldn’t leave you over that.”

“oh, don’t be so sure. all of her celebrity crushes have long hair and she’s constantly telling me how much she likes it long. she’s gonna be so mad at me man, i’m talking no sex for a week.”

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“oh my god, you are so drunk!” y/n watched her best friend tumble into her doorway, her back smashing against the door and causing her to stumble on the ground.

“blake, get up!” y/n reached her arms out as she pulled blake off of the ground. blake giggled as her wavy blonde hair fell over her face. closing the door, y/n walked with her, carrying her to the couch and dropping her on the cushions.

“there, now you watch tv and drink some water. i will leave some aspirin out here for when you wake u— and you’re already asleep..” blake snored loudly and y/n smiled at the sight. “nighty night, blake.”

once she closed the door blake’s room, she checked her phone to see multiple missed calls and a text from her boyfriend saying that he would be home a little late. sighing, she made her way back home and stripped from her tight dress and heels, watching the new ‘eternals’ movie while waiting for vinnie to come home.

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“she’s gonna kill me.”

“no she isn’t.”

“she’s gonna make me sleep on the couch tonight.”

“vinnie—“

“she’s gonna make me live with you, jett! i don’t want to live with you— no offense.”

vinnie stood outside of jett’s car and spoke to him through his open window. he was stalling. he didn’t want to face y/n, knowing how much he hated the haircut, he could tell that she would hate it even more.

“okay, i’m- im driving away now.” he began to back out of the driveway, making sure not to scratch the sides of y/n’s car.

“no, don’t! i can’t face her!” vinnie whined, chasing after him.

“bye!!”

vinnie stood there as jett drove away, his demeanor melancholy as he slouched his shoulders and sulked his way up the stairs and through the front door.

he could hear the tv in the living room and as he stepped closer, he could make out y/n chewing on popcorn. she hadn’t heard the door and was oblivious to his presence.

with a face like a lost puppy, he stood and watched. he was terrified of what she might think. terrified that she wouldn’t find him attractive anymore. he felt something wrap around his leg, startling him and causing him to fall into the large lamp, catching y/n’s attention.

“are you serious!? you scared the hell out of me.” y/n chuckled, her mouth full of popcorn. vinnie looked down to see hera at his feet.

“hera, come here angel.” hera mewed and leaped up on the sofa beside her.

“why are you lurking in the dark like that, weirdo?”

gulping, vinnie stepped forwards, his hoodie covering his head.

“there’s my pretty boy! come here.” she extended her arms, wanting to snuggle him.

“wait, y/n. i um… have to show you something.”

“oh, what?” she paused the movie and looked up at him.

“please don’t hate me…”

“why? vinnie? you’re scary me…”

stuffing his hands in the pocket of his hoodie, he frowned. “i got a hair cut.”

her jaw dropped as she looked up to see nothing but a hood on his head. “what? are you— did you really?”

he just nodded, watching y/n shuffle out of her blanket and walk up to him. “well let me see—“

“no, i hate it. i hate it so much, you are gonna hate it..”

“please let me see…” she held the sides of his face before moving her hands up to drop the hood. vinnie watched her eyes widen and her pupils dilate, causing him to shut his eyes in shame.

“this….is so hot.” her fingers immediately combed through his hair.

“what?” he snapped his eyes open, assuming that she was joking.

“why don’t you like it?!”

“it’s too short! it shows off my fat face, i don’t want it—“

“oh, stop— you look so fucking good, vinnie.” she kissed him on the lips and jumped up as he grabbed the sides of her hips.

“are you sure you aren’t upset?”

“upset? you look so good, why would i be upset?” she kisses his nose before nibbling on his neck. she could feel his face heat up as he blushed, feeling confident in himself.

“so i’m still your pretty boy?” his eyes were submissive and hopeful.

“of course, vin.” she combed his hair back and smiled at him.

“a beautiful boy nonetheless.”

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@radioblah-blah @janesofia7 @aleksanderblack

[adoringhaikyuu]

you jokingly ask them if they’re using you for your body

characters: bokuto + kageyama + iwaizumi + (gn!reader)

summary: how they would react to you jokingly asking if they were using you for your body

warnings: suggestive things, pouty boys

notes: i came up w this literally as i was in bed about to sleep,,, idk y’all––also i hope this isn’t offensive to anyone, it’s meant to be lighthearted and not serious at all !! + trying a different format for this one so we’ll see how i feel about it

part one | part two | part three

bokuto:

you’d be in his lap, hands in his hair as he kisses along your neck, leaving pretty marks on you that he’d no doubt stare at afterwards

you’d bite your lip mischievously as he started bucking his hips into you, his hands slowly raising your shirt

“bo,” you’d say breathlessly (bc wow he really does know how to make u breathless) 

and he’d hum, not stopping his lips or hands and you’d go on, forcing yourself not to laugh

“you’re not using me for my body, are you?” 

he would pull his head away and stop his hands as soon as you finished that question and get so pouty

like he can’t believe you would ask that 

but he’s also so sad that you would think that

he’d frown immediately and tbh almost tear up as he looks at you, perched on his lap

“what?” his hands squeezed your waist gently. “baby why would you say that? of course i’m not...” he looked into your eyes, “do you really believe that?”

you shrugged, biting your lip to stop the smile that was breaking free. “i mean, you almost always wanna do stuff, you know?” 

his eyes widened, “well that’s only cause you’re so hot!” he sat up, “i promise i’m not using you for anything, i love and respect you so much.” his bottom lip started trembling and you couldn’t help it anymore. 

“kou,” you laughed, bringing your hands up to his cheeks. you cooed as he nuzzled into your palms, “baby i was just joking.” you gave him a quick peck on the lips. “i know you’re not using me.”

“oh...” he looked down in realization then perked up again. ”hey!” he pulled you against him and laughed into your chest. “you can’t do that to me baby. you really scared me.” 

you hugged him tight, “i know bub, i’m sorry.” 

after a few seconds he looked back up at you, “so are we gonna continue...cause i really need you––”

kageyama:

you and kageyama had been dating for a few months now

and he wasn’t that experienced, having focused mainly on volleyball during middle school and high school

so you were the one who guided him sexually tbh and he was 100% okay with that

he got comfortable with you and started to initiate things on his own, making sure that you were okay with it

even though he was still a little nervous around you––he just couldn’t believe he was dating you

tbh he was pretty pent up and he didn’t even realize until you showed him everything he’d been missing out on

so he was kinda horny,, all the time

but you really didn’t mind! but you also liked being a tease––

so you couldn’t help but ask one day as his restless hands traveled your body––

“tobi,” you cooed, gripping his hair, and he groaned at the sensual tone of your voice and the pull of your fingers, as his lips kissed the skin on your stomach as he lifted your shirt. “you’re not...using me for my body, are you?”

he pulled away immediately and sat back on his heels between your legs, eyes wide and completely confused. honestly, he was offended. “what?! no! why would you say that! of course not?!”

you laughed, unable to contain yourself at how bewildered he was. you sat up and wrapped your arms around him, kissing his cheek once. “i was just joking tobi, promise.” 

he pouted and reluctantly held you back, mumbling into the crook of your shoulder. “jokes are supposed to be funny.”

you made it up to him afterwards, don’t worry.

iwaizumi:

iwaizumi was a very passionate lover,, a very aggressive one at times too

but you liked it, don’t worry

so you would always do little things to spice up your time together

you knew what buttons to push

iwa was leaning over you on the couch, one hand holding him up, the other caressing your waist and squeezing occasionally as he kissed you deeply

it wasn’t until he trailed his kisses to your neck, groaning about how badly he wanted you, that you got the idea

you liked to rile him up and tease him all the time so this was nothing new

just as his hand slipped down to unbutton your pants, you asked

“haji, are you using me for my body?” 

he paused and stayed in his position for a moment before you heard a quiet “what the fuck?” slip past his lips. he sat up and pulled you with him before looking at you with offended, furrowed brows. “you’re fucking joking right?—“

you opened your mouth in shock at his tone but honestly his reaction was was only turning you on even more.

“i don’t know if some jackass before me has done that to you, if they have i’ll beat their ass. but i am nothing like that, is that clear?”

you swallowed thickly and rubbed your thighs together restlessly before nodding. “yes sir.”

he grunted and then sighed before softening his gaze, taking your hands in his and rubbing your knuckles gently with his thumbs. “you don’t actually think that, right?” 

you bit your lip and shook your head. “was just a joke, haji.”

his gaze hardened immediately, “you’re gonna pay for that, you know.”

you smiled cheekily, only igniting the flame. “i sure hope so.”  

[mrvlbimbo]

miss MAAM

your eddiexbimbo hcs and fics and drabbles are my lifeline rn

do you have anything in your drafts you can share with us?

If I was ready to share it then it wouldn’t be a draft, now would it?

No but for serious

Pt 5 of the secret admirer series is coming

I have like 3 friends to lovers one shots with eddie all of which are pretty steamy

I have a hopper fic (it’s cockwarming and it’s been a long time coming)

As far as the Eddie x bimbo!reader series goes I have a couple drabbles that are like half baked I need to finish for them and lord knows I’ll get 50+ more asks about them after I go to sleep tonight (plz never stop sending them)

Some of my fav bimbo!reader things I’m working on rn are as follows

- their wedding

-smthn saucy abt her thighs (I won’t give too many details yet)

-sfw continuation of shopping with Eddie

-the power going out at the trailer park

-reader on her period

There are some other ones but idrk how to describe them sooooo

This isn’t stranger things but Ik some of y’all have been waiting for chapter 4 of play to win and that’s coming soon too

I’ve been working sm this week so I haven’t had a chance to post anything other than little drabbles but I’m hoping to get some stuff done this weekend

(Although I have another tournament sooooo maybe not as much as I would like)

[jonahlovescoffee]

One Last Time | J.M.

a/n: hi im back with a new fic even tho it kinda sucks (???) because my skills are rusty but y’all better still love me <3

summary: after countless painful heartbreaks, jonah swore to never love again but for you, he might give it one last try.

warnings: angst with fluff in the end hehe

word count: 2250

Jonah was perfectly fine with living alone in LA. His career took flight after his last breakup and he was free to live his life as wildly as he desired without having silly romantic relationships tying him down. He moved out from his old house and chose to settle in a cozy little apartment with his pet cat for a new start; he went to every single party he was invited to and usually ended up kissing way too many girls, getting way too drunk or waking up the next day with way too many gaps in his memory of the previous night; he got to put all his focus into making more music now that he had no girlfriend to put as his number one priority. Life was never better for the 23-year-old singer and he had never been happier. He was thriving on his own and he definitely didn’t need to…

“Can’t sleep again?”

…head to the neighboring apartment—your apartment in the middle of the night just because he couldn’t sleep. He was strong enough to deal with the inner demons that kept him up at night by himself.

Yet there he was anyway, doing exactly that and falling into your arms the moment the door opened wide enough for him to pass through. You weren’t the least bit surprised with his actions though, since it wasn’t unusual for him to engulf you in his tight bear hugs at the most unexpected times. Or visit you, that is.

He was grateful that you never complained about them.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, his voice muffled with his head buried in the crook of your neck. He couldn’t stop himself from inhaling a lungful of your scent. It wasn’t until then he realised how much he missed you, although the last time he saw you was this morning when you were about to leave for work and him for Daniel’s house. Hours apart felt like eternity when you weren’t around. “You?”

“Lost track of time while working, nothing new,” you admitted, rubbing his back in familiar strokes that put him at ease.

“Who the fuck works on a weekend?”

“Your favourite girl is a workaholic, apparently,” you joked and a smile involuntarily spread over his face and against your skin.

“Are you sure you’re my favourite girl?”

“I better be, or I’m kicking you out of my home right now,” you tried to make your threat sound less serious by adding a light laugh but Jonah knew you weren’t joking this time. You meant everything you just said (you never gave blank threats) so to some people you might be come across as intimidating, perhaps, but to Jonah, well…have you seen how small you were compared to him? He doubted you could do anything to make him leave your home if he didn’t want to. But you wouldn’t have to do anything because…

“Yep, you’re definitely my favorite,” he chuckled and felt how your body tensed when goosebumps started to form on the side of your neck where his hot exhales caressed.

Right. “Just friends“ equals personal space unless you say otherwise. He reluctantly removed his head from its previous comfortable resting spot on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry. I was too close—“

You shook your head. “It’s fine,” your hands found their way onto his face, cradling it between them gently, the simple gesture knocking his breath and all his problems out of him. God, he loved the way you touched him. “I like it when you’re close to me. It’s just that…”

“I know,” he said when you trailed off, unable to say your thoughts out loud. He understood what you meant. It’s just that it hurts when he does all these things to pull you closer, further blurring the line between friends and lovers, only to let you down again and again in the end. He resisted the urge to apologize once more, knowing that you’d merely brush him off with another ‘it’s fine’ if he did. You put up with his bullshit too much. He wondered why you hadn’t blocked him out of your life after all the emotional distress he had bestowed you. Yet.

A beat of silence passed with him watching you as you studied his face. He knew what you’d see. Tired eyes, unshaven beard and disheveled hair. In short, a mess. He hadn’t bothered to make himself look presentable lately. He wanted to but he couldn’t find the energy to. To be honest, he had been too emotionally and physically drained to do anything lately.

He knew you’d notice and a selfish part of him desperately wanted you to fuss over him. He was an asshole, really, for wanting and taking everything from you but not giving you anything back in return. The thing was, you didn’t want just anything. You wanted his love and he didn’t think he was in the right state to give you that. You deserved the special kind of love that would last for a lifetime, not a pathetic one coming from a broken heart that was still in the process of healing like his.

Guilt ate him away bit by bit, especially as you did exactly what he yearned for.

“When was the last time you slept well, Jonah?” you asked softly, thumb brushing over his cheekbone. All traces of playfulness were gone from your eyes and were replaced by concern, worry and everything else of the sorts.

“Can’t remember,” he admitted frankly, licking his lips and taking a gulp for extra courage before adding, “Been traveling a lot lately and sleeping in foreign hotels aren’t the same as…sleeping by your side.”

It was true. He didn’t know whether it’s the domesticity of preparing for bed together and the shared ‘goodnight’s before heading on a journey to dreamland, or maybe it’s the soothing feeling of your body pressed flush against his that made it easier for him to shut all the negative thoughts out, just for the night. Either way, he ended up growing addicted to holding you in his arms as he slept, which was why the nights without you had been torture for him.

A faint blush dusted your cheeks at his confession. You were oh so beautiful, he thought to himself. It scared him sometimes—how much he adored and wanted you even when he shouldn’t. “Glad you missed me.”

You sounded glad, relieved even. It was as if…you really thought you meant nothing to him.

“I always do, Y/N,” every second of the day until I’m back in your arms. He hated himself for not having the guts to say his true thoughts out loud.

You shook your head while smiling as if you found his reply incredulous. “You’re tired. C’mon, let’s get you to bed.”

“I meant every word I said, Y/N,” he insisted. “I didn’t say that because I was delirious.”

He received no answer but he noticed how your smile seemed forced after the words left his mouth.

At this point, you probably knew better than to let yourself believe in any of his sickeningly sweet but honest words. He didn’t blame you for that.

“Thanks, I’m flattered. Now, sleep time.”

He watched as you built your defenses up around you again. It was one of the most painful things he’d ever witnessed, that’s for sure.

“Alright.”

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The bed dipped, followed by the rustling of the comforter, before a familiar warmth hit Jonah as you nestled against his chest. This wasn’t the first time you had done this, nor would it be the last time, but the effect your action had on Jonah would never cease.

Eruption of butterflies? Check.

Increase of heartbeat rate? Double check.

Suddenly having the overwhelming urge to make you his? Triple fucking check.

Habitually, he wrapped an arm around you, his hand casually resting on the curve of your waist. He could stay like this with you forever, he realised and he didn’t like it one bit.

The last thing you needed in your perfect life right now was a dumb, broken man for a boyfriend. One who only knew how to turn his life experiences into songs and getting led on by girls with bad intentions because he craved the feeling of loving someone and being loved in return, even if it’s fake.

But God, it was impossible for him to not fall harder for you each day when you were the one who lights up his world with your smile, the one who’ll drunkenly blabber about how big your crush on him is in the most adorable way after accidentally having too many drinks, the one who is always there to help him catch his breath whenever he feels like drowning and most importantly, the one who sees all his flaws but doesn’t love him any less because of them.

You don’t deserve her, a voice in his head said as he silently looked at you. Yet why were you here, resting in his embrace?

It must be another sick joke made by the universe to taunt him. To show him how close you were to him yet still so unreachable. Even if he did manage to reach you in the end, then what? All his past relationships either ended with him accidentally breaking his significant other’s heart or the other way round and he wasn’t going to risk it with you.

He didn’t want to lose you like how he did with them because…he wasn’t sure if he could ever recover from that loss.

Instead of continuing to lay on his side, he shifted his sleeping position so that his back was fully pressed against the mattress, with your head remaining on his chest.

Your bedroom was dead quiet save for the sounds of your breathing and the soft swish of the curtains that were slightly billowing in the chilly night breeze that entered through the opened sliding doors that led to the small balcony. You always slept with the curtains drawn because it let you get a clear view of the wide expanse of the night sky and if you’re lucky, you got to see stars that were littered across nature’s dark canvas. They were your only company during the lonely nights before he came along, you had once mentioned to him.

Now that he slept on the side of the bed that blocked your view of the outside world, the only thing in your line of vision was his chest, his neck, or if you tilt your head a little more upwards, his face.

Which was exactly where you’re looking at now.

“What’s on your mind?” Your voice was soft but it cut through the silence all the same, tearing his attention away from his racing thoughts.

“You,” he answered swiftly, offering you a weak smile that you didn’t reciprocate, causing his to eventually falter.

“For someone who said he wasn’t interested in a romantic relationship when I confessed my undying love for him, you sure think about me far too much,” you tisked and he couldn’t quite tell whether you meant your words in a teasing manner or were they pure sarcasm?

“That doesn’t mean I don’t feel anything for you, Y/N,” he was as torn as he sounded. One part of him yearned for you whereas the other wanted to push you away, to keep you safe. From his mess of a life and the pain it might inflict on you. “I just…don’t want to hurt you.”

“But you’re hurting me now by not letting me in, you know that?” You sighed. “Look, Jonah,” “I can’t wait forever for you to make up your mind.”

“Because it hurts like hell to be this close to you,” you reached up to run your thumb across his jaw, “but not being able to call you mine. And if the pain gets too unbearable one day, who’s to say I won’t leave?”

He hated that you were right.

So for a moment, he let himself picture what it would be like in a world where you belonged to him and vice versa; where he could have slow, lazy mornings in bed that consisted of intimate kisses, touches, and words that warmed hearts; where he’d be able to return to a home that wouldn’t be empty anymore due to your bubbly present; where he could keep you close in public with an arm securely looped around your waist or a hand holding yours without worrying that paparazzis would spread rumours that you were dating because it was true. You are his.

Life still wouldn’t be perfect, but at least it’d be complete with you in it and he’d definitely be happier than he was before.

That was when he realised he was a coward for spending too much time fearing what could go wrong, instead of thinking of all the beautiful things that could go right.

Sure, he had messed things up in the past and hurt the people around him in the process but his relationship with you was the present.

That should mean something right?

Maybe…just maybe…the only way to truly mend his shattered heart was by learning how to love again. By giving love one more chance. One last chance.

So with a shaky breath of nervousness, he admitted, “You’re right. I’ve kept you waiting for too long.”

“But not any longer.”

Then he closed the remaining distance between your lips.

And nothing had ever felt so right.

@chilling-seavey @neralondon @mia-marais @randomlimelightxxx @hopinglimelight @kvd963 @cutiebandlover202 @savspersonalproperty @slowdownatthelotusinn @hollandsangel @freakshows199 @my-fangirling-outlet @the-girl-who-cried-wolf @sadbitchfangirl @hopinglimelight @onlyangelavery @lokiandbuckylove @hometothecanyonmoon

[everlesslahote1]

Hope you guys missed me🥲.

So for right now I’m going to cool it on request because I began to get stressed that you guys would get mad if I do your things too late, I’ll take them soon though.

For now enjoy this scrap.

How I think the pack would act if their imprint fell and broke her ankle.

Wolf pack x fem!reader

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Sam.

For some reason I think Sam would be the most worried, maybe it’s because he keeps the boys from doing things that would get them hurt.

He most definitely would cater to you, call him maiddy Sammy :), he would clean before patrol and gets Paul and Jared to patrol so he won’t be too late for cooking you dinner.

Best believe he won’t let you do anything for yourself because he wants you to heal properly.

He’s so set on the decision that he even told Leah to look after you when he’s gone.

Also will come to all the doctor appointments and checks up to hear exactly what the doctors tell you what you can and can’t do.



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Jared.

Boy oh boy this man would get you a wheel chair so you don’t get tired on your crutches, lol.

He will cuddle you every chance he got but your weren’t complaining, you liked the extra attention.

Would try his best to not mess with you like he usually would but this is still Jared we’re talking about.

I feel like he would be the one to be like ‘come on wheel rider’ as you get in your wheel chair.

All joke and love though ofcourse.

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Paul.

Paul would carry you everywhere.

Back rides, bridal style, like a baby, you name it he does it.

He would be like a needy puppy, he needed to help you or he would go crazy.

Would consistently asked if you’re okay or need anything but even if you say no he still gets it for you.

He would be kind of mad at himself though because he felt like he should have been there to stop you from the fall.

Other then that, all kisses to make it better.

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Embry.

This sweet boy would bake cookies and play a Harry Potter movie to make you feel better.

You always wanted to keep up with him and it makes you kind of sad that you couldn’t anymore for a while.

Likes to play the guitar for you when your about to go to sleep or just when it’s a cool moment to do so.

I feel like Embry when give you space and let you tell him if you need anything (only if it’s not too serious).

You can bet your butt that nights where he’s on patrol he would sneak off back to y’alls house to check on you.

Btw , he never got caught. Lol.

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Quil.

I don’t think he would keep in mind that your hurt , lol.

Like let’s say Sam and Emily were having a get together on the shore , I think he would rush so the pack wouldn’t eat all the food.

He would shout “Come on babe!” Forgettin that you were only in a boot from the doctors.

“Oops…. Sorry” he would slip in with sweet kisses to make up for it.

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Seth.

TOTAL Kiss up through your whole healing process.

Cooking, cleaning, even skipping out on patrol , yes he got in trouble but he always told you it was worth it if it make you feel better.

Rubs your feet , bathes with you, makes your plates, carries you, clothes you.

Just trying to make sure his imprint is comfy.

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Leah.

Would stop the world to take care of you, f!Ck what the pack has to say and that’s the end of it.