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[catherinnn]

Lucky

Conrad Fisher x fem!reader

summary: just a domestic blurb about being alone with Conrad at the beach house for the first time as your relationship with him blooms, but then your little bubble being popped.

warnings: je**miah fisher.

a/n: first conrad fic i write, let’s gooo. Can't wait till Wednesday. I've never read the books so this is based on the show.

It was late February the first time Conrad took you to Cousins. It was chilly and the house was all alone at this time of the year, it was the perfect get away.

You’ve been seeing Conrad for three months now, you took a class together and started having all these study dates until one night he finally kissed you. And now, you’re still in a dating phase but it still seems a bit casual. 

The house was quiet, just the sound of the ocean outside. You settled easily, memorizing every old picture of Conrad and the names of the other people posing with him. 

“Is this you?” you ask, holding up a framed picture of him at about ten years old, sunburnt and a cap. 

“Please put that down” he cringed. 

“No way! You were adorable!” 

“Were?” he laughs. 

“Oh come on! Admit it, you look like the cutest thing” you show him the picture again.

“Not gonna happen” he shook his head. 

“I’ll just leave this here where everyone can see” you tease him.

“I wanna go to your parent’s house and mock all your baby pictures” he smirks.

“Joke’s on you, I made them hide all the embarrassing ones” you laugh. 

You watched all the sunsets together, the blue sky turning all shades of pink and orange, feeling like magic itself. 

“Thank you for bringing me here. It’s different here” you tell him. 

“Different how?” he asks. 

“Like slower, calmer” Romantic you wanted to say, but decided against it. ”You’re lucky to have this”

“Yeah, guess I am” he smiled, not looking at the sky any longer, only your side profile. The way your hair fell back, and your favorite sweater hugging your skin, his own slippers looking way too big on you, hiding the cute socks with little cartoons on them you always like to wear. He really is lucky. “You fit here”

“I fit?” 

“Yeah, like… some people come here and it just feels like a visit. But with you it’s like you’ve always been here” he explains. 

You got to wake up by his side. Only the sound of birds and the waves. You had lazy breakfasts together, he had this skill to make a great plate out of whatever he could find around. 

You still had to go grocery shopping desperately. 

And within a few minutes of arriving at the little grocery store, the cart was half full. 

“Conrad, we’re just two people, we don’t need that much chicken” you say firmly.

“I let you pick all the 30 different kinds of fruit you wanted, let me have this” he teases you. 

“Oh, cereal” you grab a box and drop it in the cart. 

“That cereal?” he makes a disgusted face. 

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Way too sugary” he cringes. 

“You eat like a seventy-year-old man” you mock him.

At the dairy section, you were grabbing milk and yogurt until a voice interrupted you. 

“Connie?” 

Conrad turns and sees Mrs. McCarthy –an older woman from down the street by the beach house. She’d known the Fishers since they were kids.

“Hey, Mrs. McCathy. How are you?” he smiles at the sight of the old woman. 

“I’m good. And who’s this lovely girl?” she smiles warmly. 

“This is my girlfriend” he tells her your name. The title slipped out, smooth, natural. 

You glance at him surprised, but he smiles at you like it’s the most obvious thing. 

“Oh, it’s very nice to meet you, dear. You’ve got your hands full with this one” The woman says, delighted.

“Don’t I know it” you joke while Conrad rolls his eyes.

You finished shopping with his words still lingering. 

“Girlfriend, huh?” you nudged him with your elbow. 

“Well, what was I supposed to say? This is the girl I’ve been seeing for three months, casually” he jokes.

“Well, yeah, kinda” you laugh. 

“No. girlfriend fits” he smiles.

“You kinda missed a step” 

“What step?”

“You never actually asked me” you smirk.

“You’re right,” he comes closer to you, not breaking eye contact. “I want you to be my girlfriend, I thought that was obvious enough and you already knew that. But if you need me to say it outloud… will you be my girlfriend?” 

“Yes, I will, you dingus” you smile and hug him and then he kisses you. 

The night then slipped into the perfect date. You cooked together and were now cuddling on the couch, watching some old movie, ice cream on its way. 

You were so wrapped up in each other that you jumped when you heard a car right outside. 

“Finally, ice cream” he gets up. 

You go to grab your wallet, but he stops you. 

“Don’t even think about it” he laughs, throwing your wallet further away from the couch you were on.

He padded across the living room towards the front door, opening it with the expectation of a delivery guy waiting for him. Instead, his stomach dropped. 

“Conrad?” Jeremiah frowns, with keys in his hands, ready to open the door. 

“Jere?” he says, half a question, half disbelief. 

Behind the car appears none other than Belly, looking at him with the same confused face he has. 

“Surprise I guess, didn’t know you were here” Jeremiah speaks.

“Yeah, sorry, I didn’t-” he was apologizing when he noticed Jeremiah hadn’t told him he was coming to the house either, so he stopped. 

“Needed a break. Thought we’d crash for a bit. Belly came with.” the younger brother explains. Belly just gave him a small wave.

Conrad was still frozen at the door. Uncomfortable memories of their past came haunting him again, like they hadn’t in a long while. Especially not in these last three months. His face was not the best at hiding his rising anger. 

“Connie? Did you get-” you appear behind him, his own hoodie looking too big on you, hair mussed from the couch. You stopped, eyes widening at the unexpected guests. “Oh”

Jeremiah’s bows lifted, taking the comfy state of the unknown girl, calling his brother Connie. But he couldn’t hide the growing smirk on his face. 

Conrad clears his throat, stepping closer to you, as he introduces them to you, telling them your name. “Guys, this is my girlfriend” 

The word hung in the tick air, solid and sure. Conrad catched your eyes softening and a small blush rising to your cheeks. 

“Wow, nice to meet you. I’m Jeremiah, the younger, hotter Fisher” he smiles at you a little too warmly. 

“Hi, yeah, I’ve heard a lot about you” you say. 

“Good things I hope” Jeremiah laughs. 

Belly, on the other hand, was standing with a straight face. She forces a smile. “Hi, I’m Belly”

“Hi” you say politely, offering a small smile back. 

The silence that followed was heavy, even with Jeremiah’s attempt to keep it light. 

After some small talk, with Jeremiah making too many questions at you and a weirdly quiet Belly, they went upstairs to unpack. 

“Well, that was something” you say, carefully.

“Yeah” Conrad agrees. 

“You okay?” 

“Yeah” he looks back at you, small smile forming. “I’m just sorry our little get away was ruined” 

“Yeah, well. We couldn’t live in wonderland forever” you joke. 

“Yeah, but it was perfect… I haven’t felt that good in a long long while” he admits.

“I know, but we can have more” you say, hopeful. 

“We will” he nods. 

“So… girlfriend, huh?” you joke, smirking. 

“Yeah, my girlfriend” he laughs.

[supernaturallyafreak]

FIRST CON REVIEW? I'll update it after it's all over. So far though...

I'll preface this with the fact there's some pros: I loved getting to hear Jim Beaver, Alex, Sam Smith, Briana, Ruth, Kim, & Alaina. They were all amazing. Especially Misha... but.... ya'll. First con. I'll give my honest review.

Overpriced & a money grab. Everybody smells like BO, I shit you not. Okay.. maybe not like everyone everyone, but the majority. It's disgusting the smell is so bad I wanna vomit. This isn't even an exaduration like it's honestly so gross.

Karaoke was a good time, I love DJ Qualls. Definitely go to karaoke that was actually a banger but song choices could have been better.

The vendor room stinks to hell so bad I don't even want to walk in (thankfully everything is done for the day), the vendors actually really suck (some are selling Al art, WTAF?? And one vendor has moldy dirt in a jar they're selling as graveyard dirt PLUS half the shit this "handmade" cart was making was bulk ordered from Aliexpress/China) I mean you legit can't make this shit up...

I luckily got to meet Kim. Such a great woman & so sweet, her hugs are so nice. She is very mom like & I adore her. But I cannot tell you how many creepy weirdos I have met that talk about how they want to kiss Jensen & Jared, and have them do weird creepy poses for photo ops. They're married men. You're in love with the characters. Don't be weird... like I'm sorry it's just nasty.

No filtering questions on Alex, Sam's, Jim's or the ladies panels today on what questions to be asked. Creation Entertainment allows MINORS, 9-12 year olds up to ask dumb fking questions during panel time. One girl asked the same question 4 times "would you rather have a third eye or a third limb... xyz". So you basically paid for panels that are an absolute joke (I feel so bad for Alex & his panel today it was awful bless his heart). The audience was so frustrated.

So far I'm just pissed. Paid $500 just to be here. Give them a list of questions to ask PLEASE. Luckily they filter the questions with Misha & Jared & Jensen, but wow. Why are you doing the other actors dirty like this?

They allowed literal furries to come up & ask questions too, like why are you dressed up in a big fursuit in the middle of the summer at a Supernatural con then removing your fursuit head and sweating alllll over the mic (I'm gonna actually b sick)??? Like they're trying to get a rise out of the actors. The actors were so uncomfortable during these weird questions etc., I feel so bad for them.

I hate to even sound hateful but genuinely it's so disorganized & the overall experience you'd have better sitting on your living room couch watching older panels. The staff are RUDE. They don't want to help you (Car lady for pics was nice, I liked her) but rarely any of the staff actually want to help you.

These events could have so much more potential but I see barely any effort being made for the amount you have to spend. I cannot believe some people pay 2k to sit up closer when you have the same view in the back not too far away for $400.

[kxsagi]

it’s may first! ^^ can i request a fic with bllk characters having cuteness aggression for the reader? maybe with isagi, nagi, sae, rin, and others?

“𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧(‘𝐭) 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭”

a/n: yesss i genuinely apologize if this came off as repetitive 😭

ft. isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, itoshi sae, itoshi rin, mikage reo, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, karasu tabito, kaiser michael, ness alexis, shidou ryusei, niko ikki, hiori yo

isagi yoichi

it starts with him thinking he’s normal. 

he’s like “yeah my girlfriend’s cute” all smiley and in love… until you do something heinous like wear his oversized jersey with messy hair and rub your sleepy eyes. 

next thing you know, isagi’s clutching a pillow, jaw clenched like he’s trying not to explode. 

“you’re so–AHHHH–I’M GONNA LOSE IT I SWEAR ON MY SOUL.” 

grabs you and buries his face into your neck while yelling into it like you just scored a hat trick. 

“stop being so cute it’s pissing me off!!!” 

his form of cuteness aggression is hugging you like a koala until your lungs collapse. 

nagi seishiro

says “meh” but he is screaming internally. 

you do anything mildly adorable, like kiss his cheek and walk away humming, and he just freezes. buffering. overheating. 

“ugh. i wanna squeeze you like a mochi. until you pop or something.” 

gently squishes your cheeks like he’s testing the elasticity of his favorite plush toy. 

he actually doesn’t know what to do with himself when you wear his hoodie. he lies face-down on the couch whispering “i’m gonna bite her.” 

and he does. softly. to your shoulder. out of love. 

itoshi sae

looks calm. he is not calm. 

“you’re doing it again.” 

you blink innocently. “doing what?” 

“looking like that. with your stupid little smile and your stupid cute face and–i can’t deal with this right now.” 

threatens to punt a chair across the room while pinching your cheeks violently (but lovingly). 

he does bite. it’s controlled. calculated. usually on your arm or your hip. 

tells you with a deadpan expression, “you make me want to chew cardboard.” 

you laugh. he sulks. “stop giggling. you’re making it worse.” 

itoshi rin

thinks he’s above it until you do something sickeningly soft. 

like holding a stray cat with a baby voice. or smiling in your sleep. or calling him “rinnie” in public. 

his whole body glitches. twitching eye. twitching jaw. 

“i’m going to bite you. i’m not kidding. i feel violent.” 

stares at you like you’ve committed crimes against his sanity. 

grabs your face and grumbles about how you should “come with a warning label.” 

sulks under a blanket after. sends you a text from the same room: “why are you so cute. this is my 13th reason.”

mikage reo

shameless. will say out loud in a crowded room: “you’re literally too cute. i’m gonna slam dunk you into a pillow and never let you out.” 

squishes your cheeks like they’re made of mochi, buries you in kisses, threatens to bite your nose. 

you trip over something and he’s like “oh my gosh–AHHH–you’re so cute when you’re clumsy i hate you i love you.” 

tells nagi “if she keeps being adorable i’ll explode into confetti and die smiling.” 

kisses you mid-sentence just to cope. he can’t handle your laugh. 

bachira meguru

LITERALLY growls. like a chihuahua. 

“ghhhHHH, baby stop, STOP i can’t take it–WHY ARE YOU SMILING LIKE THAT–” 

full-on vibrating with aggression and adoration. 

grabs you like you’re a teddy bear and spins you around because he has too much cute energy and it needs to come out somehow. 

you could yawn and he’d be like “NOOOOO, stop being cute it HURTS.” 

considers biting your thigh like a goblin. asks permission first. 

chigiri hyoma

the most composed about it… at first. 

you’re used to his little hums of “so pretty” or “you’re adorable.” 

but then you do something extra cute. like falling asleep while waiting for him to get home. 

and he’s like “… i could throw you across the room and then kiss you after.” 

will actually growl into a pillow and blush like a cartoon character. 

mutters “you’re so cute it pisses me off” while braiding your hair or painting your nails. 

refuses to elaborate. you just get a glare and a forehead kiss. 

karasu tabito

he thinks he’s soooo smooth and composed but the moment you giggle at one of his dumb jokes? 

he’s gripping the back of his neck like, “nah, cause you did that on purpose. you want me to die. admit it.” 

covers his face with his hoodie, groaning dramatically. 

“you’re cute in a way that makes me want to scream into traffic.” 

when you pout at him? immediate jaw-clench. physical pain. 

aggressively kisses your forehead like he’s trying to exorcise the cute out of you. 

tells you he’s gonna put you in a glass box so no one else can witness your evil adorableness. 

kaiser michael

he's the definition of “i’m gonna bite you out of love.” 

he gets a twitch in his eye when you do literally anything. 

you say “i missed you” in your soft little voice and he short circuits like, “i could throw you out the window and catch you just to kiss you again.” 

“why are you like this. why are you soft and cute and… ugh!!” 

flops face-down on your lap groaning into your thighs like you’re ruining his life. 

you do your hair in braids and he loses it. grabs your face. threatens to bite your ear. 

“you make me wanna bark. it’s humiliating.” 

ness alexis

the king of “i love you but i also want to scream into a wall” energy. 

he just folds every time you do something small and sweet like reaching for his hand or laughing at his dorky jokes. 

his knees buckle. he makes little squeaky noises. 

“you don’t understand. i physically cannot take this much cuteness in one person.” 

face in his hands, peeking through his fingers like you’re the sun and he’s a fragile victorian child. 

mumbles into your shoulder: “you make me wanna scream into a jar and throw it into the ocean.” 

shidou ryusei

he literally bites. you’ll be cuddling and he’ll chomp your shoulder like a gremlin. 

“you’re cute. shut up. i hate it. i wanna fight god.” 

will squeak like an animal when you do something gentle, like fixing his hoodie strings or brushing hair out of his face. 

he rolls around on the bed kicking his feet like a toddler on pixy sticks when you call him “baby.” 

“GHHHHH you make me wanna chew drywall and scream.” 

will look at you smiling and just… headbutt your shoulder in defeat. 

shidou.exe has stopped working due to excessive adorability. 

niko ikki

blushes. scowls. mutters death threats at the wall. 

literally goes red when you call him “handsome” or hold his pinky. 

he tries to stay cool, but he ends up pacing the room whispering, “i wanna throw her off the couch and wrap her in a blanket burrito.” 

makes this tiny frustrated growl like he’s trying to hold back a feral squeal. 

when you do something REALLY adorable, like fall asleep with your cheek smushed against his chest, he stares at the ceiling like “god. give me strength. i will combust.” 

finally mutters a defeated, “you’re so freaking cute it’s making me ill.” 

hiori yo

hiori doesn’t mean to be dramatic… but you’re literally testing his limits as a human being. 

the way you hum while brushing your teeth. the way you squish his cheeks and say “my baby.” the way you fall asleep mid-movie with your mouth slightly open. 

he can’t handle it. 

he’s so soft spoken but suddenly he’s gripping a pillow like: “i can’t take it. i can’t–what am i supposed to do with this much cuteness???” 

bites his sleeve in emotional agony. physically restrains himself from aggressively snuggling you. 

mutters, “you make me want to scream into a cup and drink it.” 

tells you “stop it” while staring at you with hearts in his eyes. 

he’s like a cat that wants to be picked up and also wants to claw your face because he’s overwhelmed. 

when you kiss his forehead he just… shuts down. 

sits on the floor in a daze like, “i’m in love. i’m dying. help me.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[my-beloved-idol]

Can I request how the Huntrix and the Saja Boys would react to their gn s/o sleeping with a plushie please?

K-POP DEMON HUNTERS HEADCANONS ✦ YOU SLEEP WITH A PLUSHIE

includes: saja boys & huntrix.

note: first request! thank you very much.

✦ JINU

He blushes SO hard and gets super shy. And he doesn't even know why. He'd be stammering like, “O-Oh! Is that—did I—do you always…?”

Thinks it’s sweet and feels honored you’re comfortable enough to show him that side of you.

Next day he brings you another plushie, unsure if it’s too much, and hides it behind his back.

Eventually he starts sleeping with his own, saying it's just for “support” but you know the truth.

“I think... they get along,” he says, placing them beside each other carefully.

Would make a special tiny hat for yours.

✦ ABBY

He melts. He MELTS. You have no idea what you just did to him.

“Oh? So this is the real you, huh?” he says, brushing your hair back fondly.

You would sometimes find him just watching TV with the plushie on his bare chest for moral support?

"You can hold the plushie if you want, baby. But if it’s between him and me... Choose wisely.” (said in his hot whispery movie voice)

He ends up naming it and referring to it as your child.

✦ ROMANCE

He sees it, gasps a little, then immediately lays beside you and kisses your cheek.

“That is the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. You’re just full of surprises.”

Secretly jealous of the plushie because he wants to be the thing you cling to.

Starts giving it tiny head pats every time he sees it, calling it “rival” with a dramatic sigh.

Cuddles you from behind, arm wrapped around your waist and the plush.

“Don’t worry. There’s room for all of us.”

✦ MYSTERY

Doesn’t say a word… just stares at you holding it like 🧍‍♂️

He thinks it’s ridiculously cute but doesn’t know how to express that in words.

Instead, he gently adjusts your blanket, kisses your forehead and whispers,

“Hold it tight. Sweet dreams.”

One night, you wake up to find his fingers tangled in yours and the plushie tucked between you both.

Pretends he doesn't know what you're talking about if you bring it up.

✦ BABY SAJA

First reaction: he laughs his ass off, no mercy.

“No way. You? A plushie? Nah, you’re messing with me— wait, you're serious?”

…And then he buys you five more. One looks like him. One is him (custom made, he's insane like that).

At night, he’ll tug it out of your arms just to make you whine for it.

“Tch. So dramatic. Fine, take it back. But you owe me one kiss per leg it has.”

And yes, sometimes he jealously pushes it away and replaces it with himself.

✦ ZOEY

Instant loud laugh. “NO WAY. THAT'S SO CUTE. I’M TELLING EVERYONE—no wait, no I’m not, I swear.”

Jumps on the bed and demands to know the plushie's name, origin story, and favorite food.

She loves it and finds it comforting too.

Will tease you relentlessly, but also gives it lil high fives and says “Good job keeping ‘em safe, lil dude.”

Makes you scoot over so she can join the cuddle pile.

“This bed fits three now: you, me, and the plush. Move over, snugglebug.”

✦ MIRA

Her eyes get all dreamy and sparkly. She absolutely loves seeing you soft and vulnerable like that.

“You look so peaceful… I kinda wanna be your plushie now.”

Pulls you into a gentle hug from behind, rests her chin on your shoulder, and sighs happily.

Starts braiding little ribbons or charms into the plush’s fur for luck.

Treats it with so much love and respect.

“If you ever can’t sleep, I’ll be your second plushie, okay?”

✦ RUMI

She lets out the tiniest gasp, heart absolutely melting.

“Wait... do you always sleep like this? That's so sweet…”

Sits beside you and lightly strokes your hair as you doze off.

Secretly wraps a tiny scarf around the plushie to keep it warm.

She adores it to death and will keep it safe when you’re away.

“It’s comforting, isn’t it? Something to hold. I’ll be here too anyway. Always.”

[amethystarachnid]

Omg thanks so much for opening the requests again!!💛 (and sorry for dumping my long ass requests girl😭) How have you been?

please give us an innocent & shy y/n and flirty-drunk-jealous tony drabble pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee TQ!

SHY READER & FLIRTY TONY STARK - a Drabble

(you'll find the others drunk/jealous in this post but scroll down, I wanted to try something new and divided it in parts)

Tony Stark notices you the moment you step into the lab—mostly because you trip over your own feet. Smooth.

“New intern or did Fury finally send a spy who isn’t obvious?” He grins, leaning against his desk. You turn red. Mission: Speak. Failed.

You mutter something about coffee runs. He tilts his head. “Uh-uh. Try again, Casper. Louder, for the people in the back.”

“I—I’m here to—to assist,” you squeak. Tony gasps, clutching his arc reactor. “A shy scientist? Illegal. I’m calling SHIELD.”

He nicknames you “Bambi” after you bolt out of the room the first time he winks. (”Like the deer. All wide-eyed and skittish. Adorable.”)

He “accidentally” sends DUM-E to bring you tools—every five minutes. You swear the bot winks at you. (Traitor.)

“Friday, play Careless Whisper,” Tony announces when you drop a wrench. You groan. “I hate it here.” He grins. “No, you don’t.” (…Damn it.)

One day, you snap. “If you’re this annoying, how does anyone like you?” Tony beams. “There’s the fire! Knew it was in there.”

You sigh. He winks. This might be a problem. (…Or the start of something very fun.)

SHY READER & DRUNK TONY STARK

Tony stumbles into the penthouse, tie loose, cheeks flushed. You blink from the couch. Oh no.

“There’s my favorite person,” he slurs, pointing dramatically. “You. Yes, you. The cute one. With the face.”

You sigh. “How much did you drink?” He gasps, offended. “Rude. I’m perfectly sober.” (He is not.)

He flops onto the couch, head in your lap. “You’re so soft. Like a… a cloud. A shy, blushing cloud.” You cover your face. Why me.

“Tony, you’re heavy—” “And you’re beautiful,” he interrupts, poking your nose. “Boop.”

He tries to whisper but it’s loud. “Hey. Hey. Wanna know a secret? I like you. Like, like like.” You groan. “We’re dating.”

“Exactly,” he says, as if this is groundbreaking. “Best decision ever. High five.” (He misses your hand entirely.)

You try to get up. He whines, clinging to your arm. “Nooo, don’t leave. What if I wither without you?” (Drama queen.)

“You need water,” you mutter. He grins. “I need you.” Pause. “…But water’s cool too, I guess.”

SHY READER & JEALOUS TONY STARK

You’re laughing at something Steve said—just Steve, harmless, platonic Steve—but Tony’s grip on his drink tightens. Uh-oh.

“Wow, Rogers. You really needed her to explain the WiFi password?” Tony’s grin is sharp. “Or were you just fishing for conversation?”

Steve blinks. You kick Tony under the table. He fake-gasps. “Violence? From you? I’m wounded.” (He’s smirking.)

When Bucky dares to hug you, Tony loses it. “Barnes. Hands to yourself or I’m donating that arm to science.”

“Why are you texting Steve?” Tony demands. “He asked for cookie recipes.” “…Captain America bakes now?”

You’re late. Tony paces. “Maybe she’s with Bruce—he’s all ‘calm’ and ‘listens’—ugh.” (Bruce, from the couch: “I’m right here.”)

A paparazzi photo surfaces of you smiling at Thor. Tony prints it out, circles it in red. “Explain.” “He told a joke.” “I tell jokes!”

You catch him Googling “how to be more charming than Norse gods”. (Spoiler: He already is.)

Finally, you kiss his pout away. “Relax. You’re the only Stark I want.” He smirks. “Better be.” (Mission: Secure the Girl—complete.)

[juricel]

god your yandere smc lives rent free in my head i wanna punch him, kick him in the shin and then give him a lil kiss

also if you're feeling up for it and your requests are open, would you mind writing some headcanons about yandere smc w/ a reader who is defiant but not really in the "kicking, yelling, screaming" way but in the "i will do my best to make your life miserable and inconvenience you as much as possible " (think refusing to talk or engage, entertaining herself in isolation, snarky backtalk; very much "cat making eye contact with you while pushing a glass off the table" energy, defiant yet still subdued)

bonus points if the reader is usually an affectionate person and continues to be like that w/ candy apple (hugs her/pats her head, speaks nicely and sweetly to her, treats her like a lil sis/daughter)

thank you so much for your time!! your writing is amazing!!

a/n: i'm flattered! and please do feel free to do so, anon... he more than deserves it with how he's been treating the reader in my fics.

— yandere! shadow milk cookie x defiant! reader hcs

໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა ۪ ׂ CONTENT WARNING: manipulation, physical abuse, heavy possessive and obssessive behavior, unhealthy relationship, implied forced established relationship, mentioned and implied mindbreak, stalking, potential ooc.

𖦁‎ oh, he would adore your defiance! shadow milk cookie loves games, and he would view your defiance as such and daresay, it certainly has became his favorite game, even taking over the throne of his most beloved hobby of breaking cookies apart and observing them falling down the never-ending rabbit hole from illusions.

𖦁 your distant attitude towards him wouldn't faze him whatsoever either, and if anything, his lovesickness would delude himself into thinking it was a natural reaction of yours from being in love; oh, you're not listening? oh, that is no biggie for him! he'll simply blabber your ears off, isolating yourself? has his dear forgotten? he is an omniscient presence within earthbread and his kingdom, there is no way to flee from him, he'll just trail along behind you! being a petulant thing against him? oh, that's adorable! surely, you jest! breaking one his precious gifts he spent his time on solely for you? oh, silly little you! how clumsy you are! being such a nice lover, he'll put it back together! you didn't mean to break that, don't you? you didn't, right? he'd break your arms. regardless of how you much you pay no heed to his presence, he is an everlasting existence and will forever be right beside you! there is no escaping him and his sight, it is just as fate concluded, after all!

𖦁 candy apple cookie—although, you treat her nicely—doesn't mean you're still exempted from her trickery: for her undying loyalty to shadow milk cookie overshadows anything to her; she'd allow you to braid her hair, all the while inquiring you why you loathe shadow milk cookie when he's just protecting you from the cookies outside, in love even! in that sickenly sweet tone of hers dripping with deceit. she'd even ask you to come with her for something she proclaimed was in dire need of help for only to lead you to back to shadow milk cookie with a cheerful face, giddily probbing shadow milk cookie if she did good.

𖦁 to shadow milk cookie, your defiance is none but a mere game to him, however, the moment you went against him and betrayed him by helping pure vanilla cookie within his spire? oh, that is when he actually takes your advances seriously. why are /you/ helping that pesky little thief? can't you comprehend that he's punishing him for taking what was his? don't tell him that you fell for that querulous cookie's lies? yes, surely, pure vanilla cookie did something to you that turned you against him, truly! what a fiend, stealing his soul jam and then you? oh, he is gonna crumble him into pieces! he vows on the witches the moment he's done with him he would be beyond recognization. you, on the other hand, unmistakably needed some tweaking—yes, he'd need to find a way for you to not do that again, surely, his sweet dear wouldn't mind being confined, would they?

a/n: extremely short compared to my other works but i do hope its fine.

[mv1simp]

Into It ♥️ Part 1 of 3

Max Verstappen x Girlfriend!Reader

i'm into it, yeah, says she wanna fuck me later, girl i'm into it

the one in which you’re newly dating your gorgeous boyfriend, max verstappen, after months of pining and flirting. he’s the perfect gentleman, so romantic and treats you just right! now how do you tell him that you’re desperate for mad max to come out and rail ur insides without sounding like a freak 😚

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut but this time with some plot lol, reader essentially is just trying whatever tactic she can to seduce her bf and make mad max come out in bed, size kink, dom/sub elements, 4k WC

PART TWO HERE ♥️ PART THREE HERE ♥️

You look up blissfully at your boyfriend, Max, from where you’re tucked into his side, his strong arm scooping you against him and keeping you warm. You’re rewatching an old classic, Shrek 2, as you wind down from your dinner plans with your friends earlier than evening. Lando and Daniel had joined as well, teasing you and Max mercilessly about how you two were finally together and that the whole F1 grid had been placing bets on when you would make it official.

You had flushed in a combination of embarrassment and giddiness, unable to hold back a matching laugh with Max who had looked over at you with an adoring gaze, his own heart warm with happiness about finally being able to call you his own. You two had run in the same Monaco circles for years - with him as a driver and you on the McLaren legal team. Though initially you only saw glimpses of him through paddock interviews or social media posts celebrating his multiple winning streaks, the two of you had become a lot closer the past couple years through his friendship with Daniel and Lando. Soon enough you were joining them at weekly Padel sessions, leading to you and Max exchanging funny cat memes or popping online to decimate him and Lando on a Call of Duty stream and then eventually onto deeper conversations, from his latest breakups with his model girlfriends or quiet ramblings with a bottle of wine outside a booming party about the pressures of demanding fathers.

Of course, tongues were wagging anytime you two were seen together - especially when Max had his first time in years being single for months before you had gotten together. You couldn’t deny that you had always thought the older Dutch man was incredibly handsome and funny, always full of interesting facts about niche topics, and you found his intensity and passion for his racing career so attractive, as a high powered professional yourself as a lawyer for a luxury car brand’s executive board. But you had always curbed any growing feelings you had for Max, paranoid that it would compromise the strong friendship you two had developed. Besides, given his affliction for dating vogue models, and his respectful gazes or polite touches compared to the much more flirtier ones from other drivers on the grid, you had never thought max considered you attractive.

But somehow, despite both your busy schedules, despite max being across the globe, you always ended up calling each other first to share sad, happy, or even just boring news. You had never once imagined that after winning his most recent championship the first person he came looking for in his celebrations that night was you, his face flushes from champagne and hugging you tightly, his eyes shining with warmth as he told you he couldn’t have won it without you and suddenly you could no longer deny the rapid palpitations of your heart when you looked up at him. And as he looked at you, thumb gently brushing across your cheeks, warm breaths mingling together as your faces drew closer, he couldn’t deny himself any longer either - Schat, all I’ve been thinking about is what I really wanted for my prize instead of this trophy. Can I kiss you now?

And the rest was history. Fast forward a few months and it’s still so surreal to call Max your boyfriend, you think, as you come back to the present, watching him fondly as he chuckles at the movie. Dating him has been a dream - he’s your first serious relationship, your standards too high to waste time with any of the subpar guys you had gone on first dates with before - and wow, did Max know exactly how to knock all of those standards out of the park. He would always drive and pick you up anywhere you wanted, in his sleek luxury cars that had pedestrians gawping, one large hand on your thigh and asking how your day had been. You had literally stopped taking your wallet out anymore as Max always slammed down his black Amex at any opportunity to pay for you - dinners, trips, jewellery and luxurious shopping sprees - and although the staunch feminist in you had initially disagreed you couldn’t help but feel so cared for, so looked after - knowing all you needed on a night out was one hand around his arm and the other clutching a pretty little Chanel purse he had picked up for you at last month’s race weekend, with a matching Dior lip gloss inside. If you were ever having a hard day at work he would always order your favourite foods straight to your apartment, where he would meet you and bitch and vent alongside you about whichever client had been giving you grief.

And my god, the sex - THE SEX with your man had been absolutely amazing. Considering the difference in your past number of relationships, max was keenly aware that he had a lot more experience than you and was so unbelievably sweet and patient - letting you take all the time you needed to go slow and work up the confidence gradually to ask for what you wanted for him. Your first time together had been incredibly romantic, a night at a private house he had booked out for the week on the Italian coastline. After a candlelit dinner and a bottle of wine you found yourself in his lap on the outdoor chaise, soft kisses turning more and more heated, max whispering are you sure, liefje? If you’re not ready-

to which you had cut him off with another deep kiss, pleading for him to make you his once and for all ❤️ His eyes had flickered with a deep intensity at your possessive statement before softening out to adoration again as he gently unlaced your dress and trailed kisses down your body, worshipping you. you’d both cum embarrassingly faster than you’d have liked, high off the feeling of one another, max cleanly finishing inside a condom he threw away before carrying you in his arms to the bedroom inside. Since then, you’d both figured out you had a combined very high sex drive, using every opportunity in your schedules to make love, max never hesitating to always make sure you came first, either on his fingers, tongue or cock. You had the perfect boyfriend. Truly. You couldn’t ask for anything more, yet -

- yet, here you were, feeling like an absolute bitch about the recurrent thoughts that had planted in your mind as you watched max come out of the bathroom freshly showered, getting ready for bed after finishing a gaming stream with his mates following your Shrek 2 viewing. The issue was that your boyfriend - your incredibly hot, sexy, tall Dutch boyfriend - was so stupidly enticing but so oblivious that he has no idea what he did to you. You bit your lip as you looked at him, hair dripping wet, distractingly saying something to you while texting on his phone - but your mind was only fixed on how big and strong Max looked. Your boyfriend was much bigger than you, almost towering over you at 6”1 with your 5”1 frame. His athletic training currently during the season meant he had been looking extra delectable lately, defined abs, thick muscular thighs and a broad shoulder and back that narrowed down to a narrow (or as Lando joked, slutty) waist, highlighted now by the grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips that did nothing to hide the sizeable bulge in between his legs. It was undeniable that he was packing, to the point where you had called it his third leg after first seeing him naked, making him laugh but also take even more care everytime he entered you - you were a lot smaller than his previous partners, after all. He always made sure his pace was gentle and slow, avoiding fully entering you too much in worry of causing you pain. Truly, your boyfriend was too sweet - everything he did was to avoid causing your any pain or distress - which is why you felt too embarrassed to ask him directly to be rougher with you when he was simply looking out for your comfort. It has been perfect for you initially, but now you felt more adjusted to his size, and each time you slept together you felt yourself becoming more and more desperate for Max to be just a little bit rougher, a little bit more controlling. What would he think when his usually sweet, happy go lucky girlfriend admitted she actually fantasised about him completely ruining her? So, of course, you being you - an ambitious feminist - have decided to hatch a conniving strategy to seduce your boyfriend into giving it to you just right!! 💕

Starting tonight - you had already planned to spend the night at Max’s, relaxing after the hectic work week you had both had. Often, you wore his comfortable hoodies that dwarfed you and smelt just like him as you cuddled in bed. Instead tonight you wore an angelic pink lace Agent Provocateur nightie, bows and all, pushing your cute tits up on display for him and complimenting your caramel skin perfectly. Enough to drive Max crazy, right? Sitting against the plush pillows, you had been reading one of your steamy dark romance novels - your latest outlet these days while you manifested getting some back breaking sex with Max - but of course had ended up distracted by the sight of your himbo boyfriend emerging from the shower.

-Schat? So what do you think? Max finally looked up from his phone, making you come back to reality and realize you hadn’t been answering his question. Max’s eyes widened seeing your pretty little form on his bed - he had never seen you wear an outfit like that in bed before. He cleared his throat, inconspicuously shifting his stance so you didn’t notice his hard on at the sight of you when you hastily stumbled to reply - Oh sorry maxie, I missed what you were saying, just a bit tired after today

Max immediately came to your side in bed, looking guilty. Of course Schat, sorry, I’m keeping you up with my gaming stream aren’t I? You had such a long week already, we can go straight to bed now. You cursed your own slip up - of course, your sweet Max would put your comfort first over what you were sure looked like mission successful given the rapid hardening of his bulge you had zoned in on.

You try again as Max dims the bedside lamps, taking your book gently away from your hands and setting it to the side. You lean softly in next to him, fluttering your eyelashes up at him, tits right up against his hard biceps so that your breasts are basically cushioning his arm right in between them. Your nightie rises up your legs, showcasing your soft, luscious thighs for him. Max smiles lovingly at you, cradling your face before peppering your cheeks with baby kisses. You look so pretty, sweetheart. So sweet to wait for me before falling asleep, mein Schat.

You lean in further, lips pouting in an effort your boyfriend would finally catch the hint but instead you found yourself gently maneouvered and tucked into his side, his large hands rubbing soothing circles along your back as he placed a final kiss on your forehead. Goodnight, darling. Your eye twitched at his definitive words, perplexed at how your plan had been so unsuccessful, but you sighed and wished goodnight to Max, falling asleep and already plotting for another day.

A couple of weeks later you decided to up the ante. A sexy, bold crimson red lingerie teddy set, practically see through and showcasing your tan nipples through the lace and mesh, and a pathetic excuse of some lacy red panties to match. You smirked as you eyed yourself in the mirror - sure, it was quite a forward look, but you had found yourself becoming increasingly more desperate for your boyfriend’s attentions after attending his Monaco race today. You did your best to attend the races you could but with your own demanding schedule often struggled to make it, so were very excited to support your boyfriend this time - especially as you had been keeping track of how this season was difficult compared to earlier years given the poorer quality of the RB car. Your eyes had widened at seeing the events this weekend - a string of bad luck events. First, his engine had stalled during free practise, making him lose precious practise time, and then a red flag had been called as he was finishing an almost perfect qualifying lap, ruining his chances of pole, and finally during the actual race he was clipped on the side by one of the Aston Martin’s, making him spin out but still incredibly go on to get P2. It was amazing result given everything, but what caught your attention was a side of your boyfriend you had only every heard whispers about emerge on the track. In the past, you had only attended races he had easily won, appearing calm and collected throughout the weekends as he cruised to P1 - easily overpowering everyone else. Today though - Mad Max, his fans excitedly cheered and paddock staff gossiped, Mad Max is finally back!! In his villain era!!

And your Max was indeed seething at everyone - competitors, his strategy team, the stewards for not giving Aston Martin a penalty - and you had listened in on the radio to hear him angrily swear and yell to his engineer, seen him aggressively overtake and defend his place on the track, and finally seen the stormy expression on his face as he emerged out of his car, clearly pissed with narrowed eyes as he stalked off to his driver room without a word, not even sparing a glance at you or anyone else. Sure, you should have felt a little hurt that he hadn’t noticed you or seen the perfectly planned designer outfit you had arrived wearing, sending the paparazzi into a flurry, but you completely understood that his career was first on the line today and he needed some time to cool off. And honestly, instead of feeling bad for Max - the sick, twisted part of you couldn’t deny that he had looked sooo sexy completely dominating on the track, authoritatively giving orders over the radio and confidently outmanoeuvring his rivals. You had to catch yourself from biting your lip or squeezing your legs together as his rough accented tones got more and more angry throughout the race over your headphones, imaging what it would be like to be pinned down by his strong arms, to have him lean down behind you and whisper naughty things in your ear, to ask if you liked being a dirty little-

“Oh! Y/N! Can we get a quick word?” The sky sports reporters interruption hastily put an end to the illicit thoughts you had been having. Quickly trying to school your expression into something much more PR friendly, you flashed a dazzling smile, “Of course!”. As expected they tried to rile responses out of you to condemn Max’s aggressive performance. But you had stood for none of it, honestly and clearly stating that your boyfriend had driven very capably and fairly given the circumstances and you were extremely impressed with his performance. “He’s a triple world champion after all. Did you just expect him to roll over and not defend his title? If you don’t agree with it then no need to watch it. At the end of the day he’s the one driving the car over the finish line while everyone else is speculating hypotheticals.” The reporters thank you for your input, stumbling for words at your strong defence of your boyfriend. You wandered off before they could say more, catching up with Max a couple hours later when he had debriefed and collected his trophy, looking a lot more chilled out than earlier.

Hey, Schatje he mumbled gently, leaning down to kiss you on the lips after pulling you from a conversation with the other WAGs. Max! you had exclaimed brightly, congratulating him on his win and letting him know just how proud you were of him. You knew he would be tired - we could go to the red bull celebration yacht party for 30min, show our faces, and then play hooky back to ours? I already put in a dinner order for your favourite lamb kebabs.

Max smiled down at you - you knew him so well, always knew what to say and when he wanted to relax. Sounds amazing, Schat he voiced in agreement. Later, after eating dinner at home, Lando sent him a trending insta reel with the caption “Mate, she’s too good to you, you bagged a queen.” Max grinned, expecting some fanmade memes about you and him as he clicked the link (he has seen all the Queen Y/N and he’s just…Ken Max tweets already. You were a well liked figure on the paddock for years with your well mannered speech, excellent dress style and courteous relationships with most of the staff.)

He was suprised to instead see an interview post race of you defending him staunchly, shutting down any opportunity the reporters used to manipulate your words. He walked into his bedroom to find you conveniently waiting for him in bed again, nose buried in one of your romance models, and started laughing at how effective you were at putting the media clowns in their place. Thanks for sticking up for me always, liefje. You smiled back at him with pure adoration - of course Maxie, that’s the advantage of dating a lawyer, right?

He agreed enthusiastically, so caught up on now yapping about the race as he climbed into bed with you that he didn’t even notice the sexy little outfit you had planned just for him, covering you up with his soft duvet before you could properly twirl around and showcase it for him. Your eye twitched again as he yawned in between statements, grabbing your waist and bringing your back in against him, spooning you while his voice gently trailed off, falling asleep.

Meanwhile, your mind was running at 100 miles a minute, a scowl on your face. This was ridiculous, you had gotten all dressed up in an overpriced beautiful outfit just for your boyfriend to get distracted by a 3min interview you had done with an asshole reporter and then fall asleep instead of ravaging you?? You had tonight would be the perfect night, for you to be the one to support him for once, be the perfect outlet for his stress, to use you and manipulate your body for his own pleasure…heat pooled in your gut at your dark thoughts, and you grow wetter between your legs at the mental image of max having his way with you. Maybe it still wasn’t too late. Sighing gently, you closed your eyes, pretending to drift into sleep but moving your plump, barely covered ass behind you to gently grind up on your boyfriend’s cock, which was now rapidly hardening with your practised movements. You sensed Max had awakened when you felt his arms tighten around you, keeping you still in an effort to stop you from exciting him to much while you were still asleep and he couldn’t act on it.

Mmmhmm, maxie, feels so good~ you moaned, still keeping up the facade of having a wet dream, breathing getting heavier and pushing your tits against the edges of his fingers that were wrapped around your waist. You felt him exhale sharply as he came into contact with your hardened nipples, a smirk on your face. Your grinding had managed to push the duvet partially off, exposing your red lingerie in the moonlight - surely this would be enough to drive any man crazy!!

You heard him sigh behind you, shifting slightly and inadvertently pushing his cock against your skimpy underwear as he pressed a kiss to the back of your neck - and you had to hold back a squeal with how hard and big he felt against you, this was it, he was finally going to give in and fuck you awake while he thought you were having a wet dream, he could slide it right in, you were ready for it, for him, you were soo wet already just from imagining it, this was so hot-

Your fantasies are quickly shut down as max easily used his strength to turn you around so your face was buried into his chest again, your ass now devastatingly much too far away to get any action, and began rubbing your shoulders soothingly to get you to fall into a deep sleep again. You almost combusted at the action before deflating and accepting defeat once more. Your kind boyfriend of course would never toe the line of having sex with you in a dubious way were you were asleep. You wanted - no needed, to bring Mad Max out in your bedroom, and you were determined to do whatever it took.

Over the next few weeks you threw countless strategies Max’s way. Leaving your dirty romance books out in plain view, sometimes even opened up to a page right in the middle of a jaw dropping sex scene. Lacier and lacier bralettes and panties left everywhere to prompt him. “Accidentally” deleting his best SIM race time record on his rig. But nothing seemed to be working - max diligently tidyed up the stray underwear, reshelved the books, and generously forgave you for the SIM error before setting a new record later that night instead of fucking you angrily like you had planned. You got more frustrated as both your work schedules became busier, leaving you less time to connect with him. Fuck, last weekend - last weekend you had even thrown out all your boxes of condoms before jumping into Max’s arms when he had come home, laughing and eager to see you. One thing let to another and he was as eager to be inside you as you were to have him inside you, voicing It’s been too long Schat, I’ve missed your sweet body so much, so beautiful for me in between kisses as he reached for the bedstand drawer to grab a condom - only to find it empty. You pretended to have a confused look on your face (truly, you deserved an Oscar for your performance this past month) before oh so innocently suggesting Maxie, we- we don’t have to use one if you don’t want, I’m on the pill -

And there it was - a brief darkening of your boyfriends’ normally loving ice blue eyes, his sharp gaze on you at your suggestion of doing it raw for the first time - before he schooled his features back to normal and gave you a sweet kiss, It’s okay Schat, you’re too sweet, you don’t deserve to feel uncomfortable for my sake, I’ll just grab some from the corner store, da? He was off you before you could protest, promising he would be back soon as you blinked away tears of frustration and denial that yet again your plan had failed. When he finally entered you later that night, ever so gently, condom and all, you closed your eyes tight and imagined how each vein and ridge of his thick cock might feel when fully buried inside you to the hilt, if that goddamn condom broke, if he spilled all of his thick, creamy cum inside you, so much that it spurted out the sides, leaking everywhere, claiming you as his and no one else’s, making such a filthy, filthy mess-

- you came harder than you had the whole month, burying your face in Max’s shoulder to contain the scream that threatened to spill out. You sighed as you came down from your high. Fuck, you needed a drink.

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A/N: Follow along for Part 2 of this 3 part series to see if dear reader will finally manage to uncockblock herself and release Mad Max!! 😚😚

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: Coming Home to You

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball

Summary: it’s senior night a very big night for Paige indeed.. and you can’t miss it not when you’re each other’s home

For the past few weeks, keeping this secret had been absolute torture. Every time Paige texted me about how much she wished I could be at her senior night, my heart ached. I wanted to tell her, wanted to ease that longing in her voice, but I knew it would be worth it. Everyone was in on it—her teammates, the coaching staff, even her parents. The only person in the dark? Paige herself.

Now, as I sat on the plane with my niece squirming beside me, I felt the anticipation bubbling in my chest.

“Auntie, are we there yet?” my five-year-old niece, Aria, whined, her little legs swinging beneath her seat.

“Almost, baby,” I reassured her, smoothing down her curls. “Paige is gonna be so happy to see you.”

She grinned, showing off the gap where she had just lost a tooth last week. “She’s gonna be so surprised, right?”

I laughed, nodding. “Yeah, she has no idea we’re coming.”

Aria giggled, kicking her feet harder. She adored Paige, and the feeling was mutual. Anytime we FaceTimed, Paige always asked about her, sending little gifts and promising to teach her how to dribble properly one day.

As the plane began its descent, my stomach tightened. I had spent months away from Paige, only seeing her through a screen, listening to her talk about the season, about how it felt knowing this was her final year in a UConn jersey. She deserved to have her people there, and I needed to be there for her—just like she’d always been for me.

By the time we landed, the rush of excitement made my fingers tingle. Paige’s mom picked us up, greeting us with a warm hug before driving straight to campus. The plan was simple: hide in the tunnels until the seniors were honored, then walk out as they announced her name.

Aria bounced in her car seat, unable to contain herself. “I wanna run to Paige first! Can I? Can I?”

“Of course, baby,” I smiled, pressing a kiss to her temple. “She’s gonna love it.”

Game Night: Gampel Pavilion

The energy inside Gampel was electric. The crowd was buzzing, the students loud as ever, and the court gleamed under the bright lights. My heart pounded as I hid just behind the tunnel entrance, holding Aria’s hand tightly while the announcer began reading out names.

Each senior walked out to cheers, their families meeting them at center court. Paige was the last one to be called.

“And finally, our captain, our leader—number five, Paige Bueckers!”

The crowd erupted. My breath hitched as I peeked around the tunnel, watching Paige step forward, waving to the fans, her eyes already glassy with emotion. She thought her parents were the only ones waiting for her—but that was about to change.

“Now,” I whispered to Aria, squeezing her hand before letting go.

She took off like a shot.

“PAIGE!”

Paige barely had time to turn before Aria’s tiny body launched herself at Paige’s legs. Her arms instinctively wrapped around Aria, shock flashing across her face before realization dawned.

“What—? Aria?” Her voice cracked, looking down at the little girl clinging to her.

That’s when I stepped out.

The second Paige’s eyes met mine, everything around us seemed to fade. Her mouth parted in disbelief, her hands still frozen around Aria as if she thought she might be dreaming.

I smiled, my throat tightening. “Hey, baby.”

The moment shattered as she let go of Aria and practically ran to me, wrapping me up in the tightest hug imaginable.

“You’re here,” she whispered, her voice trembling against my ear.

“I’m here,” I murmured, holding onto her just as tightly. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

She pulled back slightly, cupping my face with both hands, her thumbs brushing over my cheeks as if she needed to make sure I was real. “You—you flew all the way here? When? How? Why didn’t you tell me?”

I laughed, my own tears welling up. “Because I wanted to surprise you. Everyone knew except you.”

She shook her head, laughing through her disbelief. “You’re evil.”

“You love me, though,” I teased.

Her grin softened into something more tender. “Yeah,” she murmured, pressing her forehead to mine. “I really, really do.”

The crowd was still cheering, the moment stretching between us as if we were the only two people in the gym. Paige’s hands never left my face, and I could feel her heart racing just as fast as mine.

“This is the best surprise ever,” she whispered.

I bit my lip, glancing down at Aria, who was grinning up at us, completely unbothered by the fact that she had just helped execute the best senior night surprise in history. “I had some help.”

Paige laughed, ruffling Aria’s curls before scooping her up into her arms. “You little sneak,” she teased.

Aria giggled, hugging Paige’s neck. “I missed you, P!”

“I missed you too, munchkin.” Paige pressed a kiss to her cheek before turning back to me. “God, I can’t believe you’re actually here.”

“I wasn’t gonna let you finish this without me,” I said, reaching out to squeeze her hand. “You deserve to have the people who love you here, Paige.”

Her expression softened, and she tugged me close again, this time pressing a lingering kiss to my forehead. “I don’t know how I got so lucky,” she whispered.

I smiled. “I think we both got lucky.”

She let out a soft laugh before glancing at the crowd, then back at me. “You’re staying for a while, right?”

I nodded. “For as long as you’ll have me.”

Her grin turned into something mischievous. “That’s a dangerous offer, baby.”

“I’m serious.” I squeezed her hand. “I don’t wanna be apart anymore. I wanna be with you.”

For a moment, she just stared at me, and then—right there, in front of everyone—she leaned in and kissed me.

It was soft, sweet, and full of every unspoken word between us.

When she pulled away, her eyes were bright, full of something deeper than happiness. “Then stay,” she murmured. “Stay with me.”

I grinned. “You don’t even have to ask.”

She kissed me again, and this time, I knew—no matter where life took us, no matter what came next—I would always come home to her.

Paige’s POV

The adrenaline from senior night hadn’t worn off, but the moment we stepped inside my apartment, exhaustion hit me like a freight train. The last few hours had been a blur—cheers, speeches, hugs, and the overwhelming joy of seeing her again. Seeing them again.

Aria clung to me the entire time, refusing to let go even after we left the arena. Every time I tried to pass her off to her aunt, she just tightened her grip around my neck, mumbling, “I missed you too much.”

I wasn’t gonna fight her on it. I missed her too.

Now, after a well needed shower, the little girl was curled up against my chest, completely knocked out, her tiny fingers still clutching the front of my hoodie like she was scared I’d disappear again.

I glanced over at the love of my life—because that’s what she was, no doubt about it—as she set her bag down by the door, stretching out her arms with a soft groan.

“You look dead,” I teased, my voice barely above a whisper.

She shot me a tired glare, but the small smile on her lips told me she wasn’t really mad. “I feel dead. That flight, the sneaking around, wrangling her—” she gestured at the sleeping child nestled in my arms. “I deserve a medal.”

I laughed, adjusting Aria slightly so she wouldn’t slip. “You deserve a lot more than that.”

Her expression softened, and she stepped closer, reaching out to brush a stray curl from Aria’s forehead. “She missed you like crazy, you know.”

“I missed her too,” I murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Aria’s head.

Her eyes flickered to mine, something unreadable in them. “And me?”

I smirked, tilting my head slightly. “You? Who’s that?”

Her jaw dropped. “Oh, okay. That’s how we’re playing this?”

I bit my lip to hold back a laugh, but the playful glare she shot me made it impossible. “Come here,” I said softly, and the teasing faded from her face.

She stepped between my legs, resting her hands on my shoulders as I pulled her closer with one arm, the other still supporting Aria.

“You know I missed you,” I murmured, letting my forehead rest against hers.

Her breath hitched, and I could feel the weight of the months apart in the way she exhaled, like she was finally letting herself breathe again.

“I hate being away from you,” she admitted quietly. “I hated every second of it.”

I tightened my hold on her waist, pressing my lips to her temple. “Then don’t be.”

Her fingers dug into the fabric of my hoodie. “You make it sound so simple.”

“Because it is,” I murmured, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. “You said you wanted to stay. So stay. I don’t care how we make it work—I just know I don’t wanna go another night without you.”

She swallowed hard, searching my face like she was trying to memorize every detail. “Paige…”

“I’m serious.” I brushed my thumb over her cheek, letting myself get lost in her warmth. “I love you. I don’t wanna keep doing this long-distance thing when we both know where this is going.”

Her breath caught in her throat, and she let out a shaky laugh. “And where’s that?”

I gave her a knowing look. “Where do you think?”

Her lips parted slightly, her eyes flickering between mine, and I could see the exact moment she realized I meant every word.

“You mean—”

“I mean,” I cut her off gently, “that I see forever when I look at you.”

Her face crumbled, and she let out a soft, shaky breath before pressing her lips to mine. It wasn’t rushed or desperate—just right. Just home.

When she pulled away, her forehead rested against mine, and she whispered, “I see forever with you too.”

I smiled, feeling something settle deep in my chest. “Good.”

A tiny, sleepy voice suddenly mumbled between us.

“Paige?”

We both froze before glancing down. Aria stirred slightly, blinking up at me with half-lidded eyes.

“Yeah, munchkin?”

Her tiny hand reached up to touch my cheek, her voice drowsy. “Don’t go away again.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, holding her just a little bit closer. “I’m not going anywhere, baby.”

She sighed contently, snuggling deeper into my hoodie.

I glanced at the love of my life, who was watching us with nothing but pure adoration in her eyes.

Home wasn’t a place. It was this. It was her. It was the sleepy little girl in my arms, the steady heartbeat against mine, and the unspoken promise that we’d never have to say goodbye again.

I had everything I needed right here.

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                 -Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[peasack]

I WANNA BE SHARK ANON🙋 ME ME ME

anywho this is like random but maybe like thunderbolts x platonic teen reader and how they react to reader giving them a gift??

-🦈🩵

AYAYHABWIAOSOQJBABDBSISISNDBBEBWJAJANDHEJQKNABSBEBEBEBEBJWISIS828WINSBS

Thunderbolts x Gn!Teen!Reader

✦ Thunderbolts Receiving Gifts From You Headcanons ✦

∗ ࣪ ˖༺ ♡ ༻˖ ࣪ ∗∗ ࣪ ˖༺ ♡ ༻˖ ࣪ ∗∗ ࣪ ˖༺ ♡ ༻˖ ࣪ ∗

✦ John Walker

You hand him a mug with his own face on it, probably some stupid photo you took while he was talking.

He goes silent. Just stares at it for a long second.

“What the hell is this?”

Next morning? Mug is filled with black coffee.

He will absolutely drink from it while yelling at people during meetings. Like, slams it down dramatically after taking a sip.

If anyone teases him, he acts all annoyed: “Hey, my kid made this. Watch your tone.”

✦ Bob Reynolds

Shocked. Pure stunned silence at first.

You give him a tiny shark plush keychain for his bag, and he’s holding it like it’s made of diamonds.

“It’s... adorable. I love it.”

Blinks real fast like he might cry but won’t admit it.

Shows it to you weeks later: “Look, he’s still here.”

Probably names it. Probably tells it about his day.

✦ Yelena Belova

You give her a custom patch with a white spider on it and she’s delighted.

“Ohhh I am sewing this on my jacket tonight.”

Makes a whole show of accepting it like royalty.

“I will wear it during combat. I want my enemies to see.”

Gives you a dramatic kiss on the head and threatens anyone who makes fun of it.

She didn't stop smiling the whole day.

✦ Alexei Shostakov

Way too loud and emotionally overwhelmed. You give him a red beanie like his old one, but better.

Tries to hug you and crushes your spine.

“It is strong! Like you! It keeps brain warm while I fight!”

Wears it EVERYWHERE. Won’t take it off.

Brags about it to strangers. “My child gave me this.”

Will probably cry in private later. Man’s got feelings.

✦ Ava Starr

Blinks at it like she’s not sure it’s real.

You give her a new sketchbook, clean and untouched. She runs her hand over the cover for like 30 seconds in silence.

“...Thank you.”

Says it again, quieter this time.

Later you catch her drawing in it, very focused, headphones in. She hasn’t smiled in hours but her body’s relaxed.

She never says much about it again, but she keeps it close, always.

✦ Bucky Barnes

You gift him a little dog tag keychain that says “Not A Boomer” and wait for the reaction.

Stares. Blinks. Looks at you. “Really?”

He’s offended for 3 seconds... then laughs under his breath.

“Okay, that’s kinda funny.”

Keeps it in his pocket. Doesn’t show anyone. If someone finds it, he says, “It’s not mine.”

But one day, you spot it on his keys.

∗ ࣪ ˖༺ ♡ ༻˖ ࣪ ∗∗ ࣪ ˖༺ ♡ ༻˖ ࣪ ∗∗ ࣪ ˖༺ ♡ ༻˖ ࣪ ∗

I stand by my mug.

[fellominaarcher]

Hihihihihi!!!

I loveee your workkkkk! It feeds me everyday!

I was just wondering if you could do Rosé head cannons nsfw and sfw

Thank you so so so much

Rosé SFW & NSFW headcannons

author's note: hiii anon, thank you for requesting and I'm sorry this took me a bit of a long time to make it, love u!

Rosé x fem!reader – SFW headcanons

1. Hopeless romantic to the core

Rosé sends you random playlists named things like “🌷u remind me of sunlight” and “this is what my heartbeat sounds like when i see u.” She’ll cry if you surprise her with a love letter.

She lives for slow dancing in the kitchen.

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2. Clingy sleeper ❗❗

She cannot sleep without being wrapped around you like a koala. If you try to roll away, she’ll mumble half-asleep, “Nooo, stay with me,” and trap you between her legs. Suffocating? Yes!Adorable? Also yes!

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3. Can’t stop touching youuu

She's always holding your hand, hugging you from behind, or brushing your hair behind your ear. In public she’s all sweet forehead kisses and shy smiles but in private??? Her touches linger.

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4. Writes you songs❗❗

She’ll write little songs about you and pretend they’re “just something I’m working on.” But you hear the lyrics. You feel the soft “I want to wake up next to you forever” energy. She’s in deep.

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5. Lowkey jealous but so soft about it

If someone flirts with you, she won’t start drama BUT she will pout extra hard and suddenly need to sit on your lap, kiss your neck, and whisper “mine” against your skin!!

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6. Homebody with a wine aesthetic

She loves rainy days, warm blankets, red wine, and soft music. She’ll pull you into her lap and read a book while playing with your hair. Domestic Rosé is elite.

Rosé x fem!reader – NSFW headcanons

Theme: switch chaos, riding, finger finesse, soft moans, dominant surprises, and plenty of overstimulation.

1. Switch Queen. Period❗

Rosé can whimper and ride you with tears in her eyes, saying “please don’t stop…”

But she can also pin your wrists and say “Be good for me, baby,” with that breathy voice and slow grind that makes your knees buckle.

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2. Pussy drunk and proud of it

She loves going down on you, all sloppy tongue, moaning into your folds.

She’ll whimper and grind the sheets while eating you like she’s starving.

“God, I could stay here forever…”

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3. The slow ride is dangerous 😾

You wearing a strap? When she’s on top? It’s game over.

She rocks her hips slowly, mouth open, hands on your chest, hair messy.

She cries when it feels too good but doesn’t stop.

“You feel so deep inside me, I can’t... fuck... I don’t wanna stop…”

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4. Tease level 100

She’s the type to pull your panties down and just stare. Maybe kiss your thighs. Maybe lick your clit once. Then pull back and giggle 😒

“Patience, baby. I wanna enjoy you.”

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5. Lip biting = warning sign 🫦

If she bites her lip while looking at you? RUN (or don’t). That’s when she takes control—spreads your legs, gets on top, and fucks the softness out of you.

“You like it when I take control, don’t you?”

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6. She cries when she cums sometimes

It’s intense with Rosé, she gets overwhelmed, overstimmed, emotional.

So if you finger her just right while kissing her neck and telling her you love her?

She’ll fall apart in your arms, sobbing out your name 🥺

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7. Likes mirror play

She wants to watch you break. Whether she’s behind you with her strap, or riding you while holding your jaw to look in the mirror—she wants to see the way your face crumbles ☹️

“Look at how pretty you are when I fuck you…”

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8. Fingering masterclass

Her fingers are so graceful and purposeful. Long, delicate, but wickedly skilled. She curls them up in just the right way while sucking your clit, and smiles when your legs shake.

“I can feel you getting close, baby… give it to me.”

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9. Sub drop? She’s got you 🫠

Rosé gives the best aftercare. Warm baths, holding you close, soft kisses, whispered “You did so good, I’m so proud of you.”

She’ll sing to you softly while rubbing your thighs. Literal angel <3

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10. Secret weapon: strap Rosé❗❗

She doesn’t use it often but when she does? You’re not walking tomorrow.

She straps in slowly, kisses your inner thighs, and whispers, “I’m gonna fill you up so good, baby…”

Then she fucks you with soft moans and strong hips until you’re begging.

“I can feel you pulsing around me… you wanna cum on my cock?”

blackpink m.list | main m.list

[bobskysworld]

Formula 1 to Football-William Saliba

pairing: Saliba x Hamilton!sister reader

summary: you show your ex that his favourite player is in your DM’s

note: i didn’t know which footballer to do this with so i just recycled the Wilo pics from the other fic…. Malo… Xavi… i’m STARVING here

liked by lewishamilton, landonorris, user8 and 834,902 others

ynhamilton get him all to myself before the double header!

user2 our favourite F1 couple is back!

user9 Lando looks so adorable

user4 cutiessss

lewishamilton imagine spending this free 3 weeks with your boyfriend and not your brother

ynhamilton imagine being 40 and bitchless, whining about loneliness to your SISTER

lewishamilton alright thats a low blow

ynhamilton love you too old man☺️

user1 YN PLEASE

landonorris I MISSED YOU SO MUCH

oscarpiastri get a grip

landonorris not my fault you don’t love your girl

ynhamilton aur leave Oscar alone!

user3 lol i love these three

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formulaoneexposed McLaren driver Lando Norris has arrived at the Silverstone Grand Prix with mysterious blond woman, they’re looking cosy and were seen kissing.

have he and Lewis Hamilton’s younger sister YN broken up?

user7 i GASPED?????

user9 oh all the good men are gone

user4 left a black queen for…. oh!

user2 at her home race? oh men are CRUEL!

user0 he better pray Lewis doesn’t see him fr

user3 Lando really…

yourusername what a beautiful post to wake up to!

user2 oh queen you didn’t deserve this

user9 i wish i could hug you

user0 men are evil

user6 i wonder what he’s gonna say to her now

yourusername posted a story

liked by lewishamilton, user7, w.saliba4 and 628,920 others

ynhamilton happy Valentine’s day❤️

user8 HAPPY VALENTINE’s DAY YN!

user3 oh! she comes back on IG after a year to drop a bomb on us???

user4 literally my jaw is on the floor bro

user9 she said “let me cook”

lewishamilton happy valentines little one

ynhamilton i’ve had enough of you and this nickname old man

lewishamilton you stop first??

ynhamilton i miss when men used to go to war.

carlossainz YN…. who is that?😇

fernandoalonso yeah mija, who is that?

charlesleclerc i don’t remember meeting this one!

ynhamilton and for good reason!

user4 paddock protectors are NOT happy lol

georgerussell keeping secrets from me???

ynhamilton yeah because you can’t keep them!

georgerussell i am HURT!

alexalbon well she isn’t wrong!

user1 so we’re all lost??

user6 i know Lando is eating BRICKS

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w.saliba4 Valentines get away

user9 OH-

user6 shoot me, it’ll hurt less…

user3 uhm… so you wanna tell us who that is or…

bukayosaka so this is why you havn’t answered the phone?

declanrice clapping cheeks we see brother

kaihavertz too busy for the boys i see

w.saliba4 and then you wonder why i havn’t brought her around you wastemen

nonzinoo10 WASTEMEN????

user8 how long has he been hiding this one!?

user3 i feel dizzy…

ynhamilton thank you for such a memorable weekend, i love you so much❤️

w.saliba4 anything for you ma belle, you know i love you more than words in the French and English dictionary can describe

jurrientimber oh BROTHER

myleslewisskelly oh get ts OFF my phone man🤢

malogusto happy for you bro!

lewishamilton is that— ynhamilton come home now.

ynhamilton i have to sweep my roof bro!

w.saliba4 i promise i won’t hurt her sir!

user3 oh the timbers are shivering lmaooo

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w.saliba4 date night preparations

user7 he got a whole stylist lmaooo

w.saliba4 i had to, have you seen her?

ynhamilton 🤭awe baby you flatter me

user9 oh he’s DOWN HORRENDOUS

jurrientimber it was an absolute pleasure meeting you tonight YN, and making fun of you is always a pleasure Saliba

w.saliba4 it was just you idiots tryna embarrass me for 4 straight hours

ynhamilton and i must say it worked, your ears were red the entire night lol

bukayosaka and we’ll do it again!

declanrice matter of fact i don’t think we even covered half the stories…

w.saliba4 man who needs haters?

user7 what i would give to be a fly…

user2 do they need a third?

lewishamilton my eyes are still on you Frenchie…

w.saliba4 i’ll guard her heart with my life!

ynhamilton can you QUIT it!

lewishamilton never!

liked by landonorris, user7, lewishamilton and 928,003 others

ynhamilton “bébé can we match today?”

user3 oh he’s adorable!

user9 right when are we seeing you at the Emirates?

ynhamilton soon soon i promise

kaihavertz 😭fucking simp man

ynhamilton do i need to call your wife?

kaihavertz no ma’am

carlossainz you couldn’t find a Madrid boy?

ynhamilton hush, Madrid is scouting him

w.saliba4 i’m a gunner for life mon amor :(

ynhamilton 😇yes ofc my angel!

user3 even YN is rooting for Los Blancos lmaoooo

user9 the cutest fr

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ynhamilton never overdressed but my boyfriend met his new boyfriend…. and congrats Gunners!❤️

user8 lmaooo not new boyfriend

user3 YN has been replaced

user1 this is so adorable man

w.saliba4 i’ll never replace you bebe!

ynhamilton oh i know, i meant you replaced richycala

richycala 😔💔replaced by a French man…

ynhamilton there there🫂

pierregasley THANK YOU YN!

ynhamilton your very welcome!

user3 daniel Pierre was not on my bingo card lmao

user9 love to see this crossover man

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w.saliba4 10 beautiful months with you💕 thanks for the fumble landonorris 😉

user8 WHAT A CRAZY CAPTION LMAOOO

user7 a BRAVE man!

user9 WILO??!!

ynhamilton lmaoo happy 10 month anniversary goof❤️

w.saliba4 🤭❤️

declanrice ouuu the girls are fiiighting!

landonorris your welcome?

charlesleclerc i like this one

lewishamilton i like him a lot

fernandoalonso ditto

oscarpiastri same same

user5 oh Lando Norris your haters are many lmaooo

[maliabakerr]

Malachi’s energy is electric. It’s something that you can’t really argue against, mostly because who would come to his defence is near hundreds of girls. Ever since he started the tour, you’ve been beyond proud of him, and excited to see how much he loves it. You FaceTime every single night, you’re close with the cast, it’s all great.

And tonight, you’re actually getting to watch the show live for the first time. He’s close enough to your state that it was only a few hours drive and he promised to spend the night in a hotel with you. So when you get there an hour early, before you even get to text him, you spot his mom.

The two of you catch up until Malachi starts shouting ‘mom!’ loudly and you’re forced to turn around to see him. His eyes widen and he runs over to you, picking you up in his arms. He says your name over and over again into your chest as he spins you a few times. When he hears everyone’s laughs, he finally lets go, but still kisses you.

“Your love, it’s sickening.” MK gags, walking up to you as you roll your eyes but accept his hug anyway. “Seriously, spare our eyes next time.”

Malachi slaps his shoulder but he can’t physically stop smiling. You greet everyone else with hugs, wishing all of them luck. You thought you were an hour early to the show turns out you’re early for the VIP Q&A, which means it’s still hours till the main event. You groan when Malia tells you.

“Seriously, you’re all better than I am, I’m dying to eat and just sleep.” MK agrees way too quickly, and Dara follows it by ‘didn’t you just wake up from a nap’. Once everyone walks away to check mics and touch ups, Malachi grabs your waist, eyeing you up and down.

“If you want to sleep you can use our room. But, uh, it’s just in intermissions we’ll be in and out of there. I can ask Freya to have you in hers, no one goes in there cause it’s exclusively hers.”

“Malachi, hey,” you tilt his chin up so his eyes are on yours, and then stand on your toes for a second to kiss him before pulling away, ���I’m here for you. Here cause I wanna watch you tonight, I’m not gonna go sleep.”

“You just said you’re tired.”

“I am. But I’m more excited for this than anything. I’ve been watching so many TikToks to make sure I’m prepared.” His eyebrows furrow. You step back, unzipping your hoodie to reveal the shirt underneath, it’s part of their merch. His face is on the front, tour dates on the back and it was insanely expensive, but you wanted to surprise him. “So?”

He doesn’t respond, just pulls you back in, harder than before, and connects your lips. It doesn’t even last five seconds before his mom walks by and clears her throat. You decide to keep the kissing to a minimum after that. Felicia is cool, you’re just not willing to test her patience.

You stay backstage for the soundcheck and Q&A, it’s only an hour and it doesn’t seem that important. After, you hang out with everyone in the room where they get ready. It’s chaotic to say the least. The girl’s makeup is doubled, at least, and they’re all getting in elaborate costumes while you’re in your shirt and sweatpants, you feel only a little inadequate, but it’s completely overshadowed by your adoration for your boyfriend, how immersed he is in making sure everything is perfect, and the vocal warm ups, they even do a TikTok of a riff challenge and he sounds so good you have half a mind to go over and kiss him again.

Ten minutes later, after the girls are up there singing the opening song, he turns to you, “Okay, it’s our turn.” He places a chaste kiss on your lips and him, Josh, and MK all run up the stairs. Felicia was nice enough to offer to sit with you in the crowd but the look on her face screams how tired she is, this is his 20th show and she’s supporting him more often than her ears probably like, so you tell her it’s fine and find the random seat they assigned you in the fourth row.

The first hour is an entire blur. These movies were your childhood so you sing along to some songs, cheer when you can, and take as many photos as your phone allows you to. After an intermission, a quick 5 minutes, Malachi comes out.

“Hey, y’all. So, you’ll never guess who’s here with me tonight,” you smile, sitting up to see him, “please welcome Karlyn Leblanc who plays our newest supernatural in Zombies 5!” The entire crowd screams and you clap along. She comes out, a beautiful girl, maybe about your age, probably older, but it could be their makeup.

She and Malachi side hug and stand that way. “So, this next duet is a surprise song, y’all might know it as ‘You and Me’.”

You’re smiling up until the point where he puts both hands on her hips to start the dance. Now, you’re more focused than anything. He does the shimmy he does with Freya in ‘Dream Come True’ and it’s mostly the same recycled dance, but a little bit more dramatic. Near the end, the rest of the cast comes out to finish the song and it ends with the two of them standing chest to chest. Like a true duet.

She smiles, thanks everyone in the crowd and tells them how excited she is to start filming. And, for some fucking reason, says bye to the cast but wraps her arms around your boyfriend’s neck. Alright, you can’t be the weird one here, right? This is not normal, especially if it’s the first time you’ve ever seen this girl.

Freya and Malachi have plenty of intimate duets and scenes but they’re friends before they’re love interests, and you know that that’s happening, even liked some of the TikToks where they’re watching their audition tape, but she’s completely new.

You can’t take the noise anymore, you stand up, which means, because everyone on stage is saying goodbye to her, the cast spots you. MK nudges Malachi and he shrugs, not sure what’s wrong.

Ten minutes and three songs later, while you’re sitting backstage in the crafts area, you hear someone calling your name. When you turn around, Malachi jogs over to you. “You okay? Was it too loud? Are you tired?”

Curse him and his concern for you while you’re trying to be mad. “‘M fine. Who was she?”

“Who was who?”

“The one wearing pink.” He seems confused for a second, then—

“Oh, Karlyn? She’s playing a mermaid in the next movie. What? Did you not like the song?”

“About how it’s you and her against the whole world? Oh, no, I loved it. Real convincing too.” You roll your eyes, angrily putting another pitted cherry into your mouth.

“Baby—”

“I already said it was great—”

“You’re mad?” A little. You know he didn’t technically do anything wrong, and this is his job, but he could’ve at the very least told you about her. “I swear I totally forgot she was even coming. She had her own room and I didn’t see her the whole day, I forgot everything the second you came here.” It’s sweet enough for you to face him softly. “I’m sorry.”

You sigh, shaking your head, “Don’t apologize, I was just caught by surprise. I don’t know her and then, wow, she’s touching you and all but kissing you, honestly— Malachi Barton, be so real with me right now, was she grinding too much when you did the little shimmy—”

He laughs, throwing his head back and you throw yourself into his chest, he’s about to reassure you again but you feel his entire body tense. You pull away to ask what’s wrong but notice him looking behind you. Oh, shit.

You, very cautiously, turn around. “Hi, l’m Karlyn.” She mumbles, waving. She’s walks towards you and you’re sure your face is bright red. You introduce yourself shakily, Malachi’s hands around your hips. “I, uh— i’ve got an interview so I’m gonna head out but I was gonna grab something— I’m just— I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. And I didn’t know he had a girlfriend, I swear.”

A smile makes its way onto your lips, despite how badly flustered you look. “It’s okay.” That’s the only thing you can muster before she nods.

“Thanks for a great show, Malachi, i look forward to working together. And I hope to see you on set next year.” She directs the last part to you and you only nod. When she leaves, your jaw is dropped and your turn around to start hitting his chest.

“Oh my god!” You say between slaps, and he only laughs, pulling you closer. “That was so embarrassing.”

[rafeandonlyrafe]

pink unicorn

inspired by this adorable video of drew

words: 600

warnings: dad!rafe, mom!reader, very soft and fluffy

“rafe.” you sigh, rubbing your forehead with your fingertips, eyes flicking between his hunched over frame and your daughter. “she doesn't even want it anymore! she's moved on.”

you watch as rosie occupies herself with your phone, giggling every time she presses the button to turn the screen on and off, looking at the picture of herself and rafe on your lock screen.

“she said she wanted it, im going to get it.” rafe grunts, putting more coins into the claw machine. he tries for a fifth time to get the pink unicorn stuffie that your three year old became obsessed with having for an entire minute before moving on to the next sparkly thing. 

“baby, come on.” you groan. you knew when you married him that rafe was stubborn, thankfully it didn't rub off on your daughter, who is the happiest and most agreeable little girl you've ever seen.

“my princess deserves whatever she wants, including this stupid-” rafe jerks the claw machine “fucking- stuffie.”

he groans when the claw machine grips the unicorn, only for it to fall before he can navigate it back to the shoot.

“rafey, please. you've been at this for like five minutes. we can just buy her a unicorn stuffie.” you don't point out that she already owns probably twenty similar ones.

“one more try.” rafe glances at your daughter, frowning when she really is completely disinterested in the toy.

“okay. then can we keep going?” you question. you were supposed to be walking around the mall to look for a present for a birthday party rosie got invited to, of course also getting distracted by everything along the way, rafe bending to whatever store rosie wanted to go into, whether it was candy or video games, anything bright that looked exciting.

“mama.” rosie whines, your phone now sitting on the floor. 

“come here, baby.” you pick rosie up, grabbing your phone at the same time and slotting it into your pocket. some people try to tell you not to baby your toddler so much, but you love being able to carry her around and keep her close, dreading the day that she's too big for you to lift easily.

“daddy, wheres my unicorn?” she pouts as the claw drops the stuffed animal again. rafe just gives you a look as he loads more coins in.

“for real, babe, last try or we are going to the toy store and leaving you here.” you know rosie is just going to find a million things she wants inside of the toy store anyways, probably another five pink unicorns.

rafe nods, concentration overtaking his features. rosie cheers him on from your arms as he hooks the unicorn around the center, claw raising up and bringing it over to the shoot. it falls perfectly down, both rosie and rafe shouting in excitement.

rafe gets the pink unicorn out, holding it out for your daughter to hug into her little arms. “thank you daddy!”

“anything for you my little princess, come here.” rafe opens his arms as rosie practically launches herself from you to snuggle into his chest.

“i wanna introduce pinky to my other unicorns.” she babbes about having a big tea party as rafe glows just looking at her.

“of course.” rafe nods. “let's go home right now so me you and pinky can play together.” you don't point out how all of rosies pink toys share the same name.

“babe!” you call out, following rafe out of the mall towards the exit. “we still haven't gotten our gift!”

“ill order it on amazon!” he calls out as you catch up to him and his long strides. 

“come on, mommy, i wanna play.” rosie pouts, face mimicking her expression with big pleading eyes.

“fine.” you sigh, unable to say no to either of them. “but you have to clean up your tea party when it's over!”

“yesss!” rafe pumps his fist in the air, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips.

“and no real food! you’ll spoil your supper!”

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[enchantedlov3r]

This is my playpen ellie williams x puppy!reader full fic<3

Summary: you and ellie are play fighting but it turns into something different, more intimate...

Pairing: ellie williams x puppy!reader (my reader)

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Smut, oral (r receiving), soft!dom!ellie, sub!pup!reader, moaning, ellie herself should be a warning, fingering, ✂️ing, kissing, breast play, squirting, play fighting, aftercare, that's it folks!

A/N: I'm in the writing mood y'all enjoyyy! MDNI!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!! smut warning will be placed when the scene arrives. first time writing for ellie, hope you guys like it!

based on this song:

you and ellie were the best of friends. you both loved each other very much and it showed in public.

ellie was in love with you though. she of course never exactly had the balls to tell you because you were so pretty. she didn't wanna ruin this wonderful friendship you guys had.

in these circumstances, it was hard to make friends her age, granted she was basically an adult now and so were you, it was still hard being lesbian and making female friends and struggling not to fall for them.

that's what happened between her and dina, they were really close friends and ellie fell for her. but now there kinda distant from each other because now dina is with jesse.

there's nothing wrong with that, she was still friends with them, it just wasn't the same like it used to be.

but now she found you and she just wanted you to be her's so badly. it haunted ellie at night. it got to the point joel noticed and would tease ellie about it everyday.

"stop starin' ellie, it's creepy." joel would say as ellie stared at you from across the room while you were sitting on couch.

it was movie night and you, ellie and joel always watched movies together. Tonight you invited dina.

"how can i sit here and not stare joel? How can she sit there and laugh and look so beautiful?" ellie says admiring your figure laughing with dina.

"well I understand that, she's a beautiful girl but c'mon, you know what happened between and dina" he says to ellie with a look.

"yea well joel i can assure you, that won't happen again, can we go watch the movie you old man?" ellie says with a smirk on her face before kicking off the wall and heading towards the couch.

"hey guys, whatcha talking about?" ellie announces her presence. Dina looks at her and smile and you smile at her as well jumping up to give her a hug.

"Hi els! we were just talking about our guesses on how the movies gonna end." you say giggling before letting her go and grabbing her hand to sit down.

"Yea, she thinks its gonna end happily but I think it's gonna end badly." dina says smiling at ellie.

"yea well, I don't know how it's gonna end but i'm guessing it'll prolly have idk maybe a double ending where it's both good and bad." ellie says with a shrug.

"that was no help at all ellie." dina says with a smirk on her face. "It's ok els, we'll see." you say laying a reassuring hand on her thigh.

ellies face turns a bit red and she smiles at you before rubbing her neck.

she had to admit she was very smitten about you. she loved how you were so oblivious and so cute. she adored your love for nature and your fascination with chasing things.

it was adorable.

'joel! hurry up! we wanna watch the movie!" dina calls out

"yea you old man, get out here!" ellie follows up

"please be safe and don't trip and break a hip please joel." you say lastly making ellie and dina laugh.

"what!? i'm genuinely concerned for joel!" you say with a pout on your face. ellie smiles and apologizes glancing down at your lips.

she turns away from you and looks at the figure appearing next to her, it's joel.

"alright girls, yall can shut up now. I'm pressing play." He says laughing.

the movie begins and it's going good, you guys are halfway through the movie when there's knocking on the door.

joel groans and the girls whine. joel pauses the movie and gets up and opens the door and sees tommy and jesse.

"what is it tommy?" joel asks clearly frustrated and annoyed. "well I need you for some help in the stables and jesse needs dina for something, I have no clue why though."

"alright, we'll be out in a sec." he says huffing out a puff of air.

"dina, jesse needs you, don't know why, els imma be gone for a little bit, i'll be back, pick up dina then we'll finish the movie, kay?" he announces.

you pout and ellie rolls her eyes, clearly frustrated. 'alright joel, bye see you later." ellie calls out.

"bye joel." you call out to him. he smiles, winks at ellie and waves his hand. 'bye girls." he says.

"by dina." you say,

"bye d." ellie says.

"bye guys." she says with a smile before running out the house and closing the door.

you both hear a click which is clearly joel locking the door before you both look at each other and smile.

"so whaddya wanna do?" ellie asks with a tight lipped smile as she pats her thighs.

"I don't know, can we go to your room, your bed is much more comfortable then this couch." you say with a smile.

"ok, yea no let's go." ellie says getting up and leading you to her room even though you already knew the way.

you guys finally make it to her room and ellie asks as she opens the door, "what now?" she says walking towards her bed.

"THIS!" you yell out jumping on her back and making ellie fall on to her bed. you giggle as you straddle ellie from behind.

ellie tries to get you off before reaching behind and using her fingers to tickle you.

you laugh out loud and fall off her. she climbs on top of you you both start tugging at each others arms and tickling each other.

SMUT INCOMING!!

ellies leg though found a way between yours and every time you moved, your cunt was brushed with the roughness of her jeans and the thinness of your shorts.

every time her leg brushes against your clit you whimper but try your best to cover it up with a giggle, but there was this one time that her leg brushed your now soaked cunt and you moaned her name.

"e-ellie, fuck." you moan out. ellie immediately stops in her tracks. she looks at you with wide eyes.

"w-what did you say?" ellie questions, clearly confused.

"ellie your leg has been brushing against my pussy for the longest and it feels really good, i tried my best to conceal my noises but it felt way too good." you confess.

"please els, please help me. I need it, i need you." you beg her as you paw at her clothes to remove them.

she bites her lip and mutters out a "fuck" before removing her shirt and her sports bra, she starts unbuckling her jeans and gets off of you.

"fuck, take your pants off." she say breathlessly as she stares at your breasts. she climbs back on top of you once your pants and panties are removed.

she puts one leg on top and over you and lines her pussy up with yours. she starts experimenting by slowly moving her hips rubbing her clit against yours.

you let out a long moan and grip onto her leg. "fuck els, yea r-right there." you whimper out.

she moans too, "fuck yea, your pussy feels so good, fuck" ellie moans.

her pace gets faster and your desperate thrusts and movements are indicating that your close. "your close huh? you gonna cum, cum for me." ellie says grabbing your breast and rubbing and squeezing your nipples.

you cry out feeling your release coming closer and closer. you squeeze your eyes shut and moan out ellie's name loudly. she curses before her hips twitch as do yours as you both cum at the same time.

"fuck baby, c'mere wanna try something." ellie whispers to you. you scoot closer to her and ellie lays down on her stomach.

she lines her face up with your cunt and experiments with her tongue. she licks a stripe up your cunt and you mewl.

"oh ellie!" you whine out, the feeling of her tongue in the place you need her most feels amazing.

"you taste so good babe." she moans into your cunt. the vibrations of her moans course through you making your hips jolt at the friction.

what surprises you is when she adds a finger inside you, you cry out at the feeling of the strecth.

"oh fucking hell els!" you grip her hair tighter and she groans into your cunt. she's having the time of her life going ham on your pussy.

she adds a second finger eliciting the same reaction out of you that you had the first time.

she slides her other hand down to her pussy and slips to fingers in moaning into your cunt loudly.

ellie felt euphoric, not only pleasing you but also pleasing herself. ellie got pleasure out of watching you squirm and writhe around as she ate you out.

"f-fuck." she mumbles as she feels her high approaching. she chases it while still finding the rhythm to please you.

she cums at hearing you cry out her name. she's breathing just as heavily now as you are. she removes her fingers from her cunt and grabs your plush thighs to finish you off.

"you gonna cum again for me love?" she asks sucking on your clit as she feels your walls tightening and your hips spasming.

"ellie! oh ff-fuckk!" you cry out as you squirt all over ellie, her tongue lapping up your juices.

you pull her face closer to your cunt as you ride out your high, the feeling of euphoria taking over you as you cum.

ellie removes her fingers before locking eyes with you. she sucks her fingers clean making you whine at how hot it was.

"l-lemme help you." you say batting your big pretty doe puppy eyes at her as you offer to help get her off.

"it's fine love, I'm good." she says as she gets up off the bed. "lemme clean you up yea?"

she goes into the bathroom and grabs a rag, wets it with warm water as it was very cold in jackson lately.

she wipes your cunt and you sigh in relief feeling warm water on your bare skin.

she rinses it again and wipes your body down from your breasts down to your thighs.

she then cleans herself off before laying down in the bed with you. she pulls the blankets over both of you and snuggles up with you.

"you wanna shirt of mine or no? so you know... y-your not cold?" she asks.

"yea that would be nice els, thank you." you say. you watch as she walks over to the drawer and grabs to shirts out, a black one and a green one.

she tosses you the green one and she puts on the black one. she grabs a pair of underwear for herself and you and you guys get dressed.

once you guys are finished you guys lay back down and cuddle up.

"this may sound crazy to say but, I think i'm in love with you." ellie admits.

"you think?" you question. "no n-no, fuck. no I know I love you. I've been in love with you for a long time." ellie says tracing circles on your thigh.

"i'm in love with you too ellie!" you say smiling at her. "I thought I was being kinda obvious with the way I acted around you."

ellie chuckles and kisses you for the first time tonight. it's long and it's passionate and it has nothing but love in it.

with her eyes still closed she smiles. "will you do me the honor in making me the happiest girl in the world and be my girlfriend?" ellie asks.

you smile and shower her face with kisses before answering. "YES! YES! YES!" you say excitingly.

you hug her and you both lay there together eventually falling asleep in each others arms.

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[anjee0]

Staying over

B Rabbit x Female!reader (Feel free to put in your own oc insert as well)

Description - Rabbit asks if Y/n if she can let him and Lily stay over.

Warnings - Hickeys, fluff, short n sweet

Y/n yawned as she watched the black and white sitcom on her TV. She could feel her eyes drooping as they slowly started to close, nearly bringing her to a slumber.

She was shaken awake when she heard a knock on the door.

“Mm, coming.” She mumbled. And yet she stayed in the same position on the couch as her eyes slowly started closing again.

A sequence of a few more louder knocks were followed by a muffled voice calling her name. Y/n's head shot up when she realised she recognised the voice. Rabbit.

She got up immediately and unlocked the door. Hey eyes were immediately met with Rabbit and Lily, who were both holding a bag each. Lily looked scared and Rabbit looked nervous.

“Babe, Lily. Are you guys okay?” Y/n asked, immediately sensing that something was wrong.

“I know this is kind of short notice but is it okay if we can stay over with you for a while?” Rabbit replied.

“Yeah, come in.” 

Y/n stepped aside to allow Rabbit and Lily to come inside. Lily immediately hugged Y/n to which she hugged her back. 

Y/n knelt down to look at Lily at eye level. “You okay sweetie?” She asked.

“Yeah. It's nice to see you again.” Lily responded with an adorable smile.

“Same here sweetie. Do you wanna grab a snack from the kitchen?” 

Lily nodded and ran off with her bag. 

Y/n stood up and looked at Rabbit. “Do you wanna tell me what happened?” She asked in a soft and gentle tone, not wanting to sound forceful.

“My mum's boyfriend's fucking crazy. He hates me and Lily. My mum told me to stay with you until that dickhead cooled off.”

“Shit babe… that must suck. You don't need to worry. I'll take good care of you both.” 

She cupped his face and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Rabbit rested his hands on Y/n's waist and pulled her closer as their foreheads touched.

“Thanks babe.” Rabbit whispered as he pulled his beloved girlfriend into a hug.

Eventually, the evening rolled around and it was time for dinner. Y/n was fixed in the kitchen preparing dinner. She was extra focused, just to make sure that this dinner would be perfect for Rabbit and Lily.

All her focus broke when she felt a pair of arms wrapped around her waist. She turned her head to smile and Rabbit and continued cooking.

“Hey baby.” Rabbit said as he buried his face in the crook of Y/n's neck. “Dinner smells good.” He whispered, his breath tickling against his girlfriend's neck.

“Thank you.” She chuckled, feeling ticklish. 

Rabbit peppered kisses on Y/n's neck. They first started off soft and gentle. He eventually started sucking on her skin and hitting her sweet spot. Y/n softly moaned at the sensation.

“Don't be too loud, don't want Lily to hear now, yeah?” Rabbit said.

He continued to suck harder, his teeth grazing against her skin. He licked and kissed the small hickeys that he made on her neck. She could feel him smirking against his neck as she bit her lip to stop the moans.

“Babe, as much as I'm loving this, I need to make dinner.” Y/n said.

“Should I set the table?” Rabbit asked.

“Yes please.” 

Rabbit got the plates and cutlery out and set the table for three. He called Lily to come in and sit. Once they were all seated with their plates full, they dug into their meal. 

“This is really good, babe.” Rabbit said, with his mouth half full of food.

“Yeah, Y/n. I really like it! You cook really well.” Lily said with a bit of food on the corners of her mouth.

“Thanks guys. I'm glad you liked the food.”

“Y/n, you have a few marks on your neck.” Lily pointed out, curiously.

Y/n quickly realised that it was the hickeys Rabbit had left scattered on her neck.

“Oh, I do?” She responded, as she let her fingertips graze against hickeys.

“Yeah. Wonder how that happened, huh?” Rabbit said with a dumb smirk on his face to which Y/n glared at him teasingly.

They continued to eat their dinner and had small conversations with each other.

“Can we have a movie night please?” Lily asked.

“Maybe not tonight Lily. Y/n's probably feeling tired right now.” Rabbit responded.

“No, it's fine. I don't feel tired at all. We can have a movie night.” Y/n insisted.

“Yay!” Lily cheered. “Can I choose the movie please?”

“Of course sweetie. I have a few movie tapes stored in a basket under the TV. You choose the movie and I'll wash the dishes and get snacks.” 

Y/n took everyone's plates and brought them to the sink while Lily ran to the living room, ready to choose a movie. 

“Hey, I can wash the dishes for you.” Rabbit offered.

“No, it's fine. You go with Lily.” Y/n responded.

“Babe, come on. You're overworking yourself. You don't have to do all of this for us.” 

He stood next to Y/n and took the plate from her. “Go. Please. I insist.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Rabbit chuckled. “100 percent sure.”

Y/n smiled softly and nodded as he rummaged through the cupboards looking for snacks. He settled on popcorn and a few chocolates.

They all settled down on the couch with a few blankets and pillows and watched the princess movie Lily had picked to watch. They shared a bowl of popcorn scattered with a few sweets between them as well.

Y/n was cuddled into Rabbit's side as she felt his hand slowly going up and down her thigh. Y/n ran her hand through Rabbit's hair gently and kissed his jaw before snuggling her nose into his cheek.

Eventually, the movie ended and everyone decided to get to bed. Lily wanted to sleep by herself in the guest bedroom whilst Rabbit went to sleep with Y/n. 

They both cuddled up with each other under the covers, making sure there was no space between them. 

“Y/n.” Rabbit said.

“Yeah.” 

“Thank you. You don't know how much me and Lily appreciate you. I can't even describe it. I love you.”

“I love you too Rabbit. I'd do anything for you and Lily.”

Slowly, the door creaked open as Lily peered out the door looking at Y/n and Rabbit.

“Hey baby, what's wrong?” Rabbit asked.

“I can't sleep. Can I sleep between you two please?” Lily asked.

“Yeah of course. If it's okay with Y/n.”

“More than okay with me.”

Y/n scooted over a bit to leave some space between her and Rabbit. Lily crawled into bed and rested in the gap. She immediately clung her arms around Y/n as she whispered a soft goodnight from her lips. Rabbit reached his arm over to hold Y/n and Lily closer to him. He felt safe and secure with Lily and Y/n.

A/N: sorry it's not that good lol. I tried.

[b-lossm]

m’ Tired of Runnin' Around.+*

Clark Kent x reader

"me and my baby's gonna settle down--!"

contains: Proposal, just like a little tiny bit of angst but on his part, use of y/n l/n, fem pronouns,umm, they not like us refrence..,

It wasn't often Clark showed up to work visibly worried, and It wasn't often that he forgot to greet his friends at his desk. "uh oh" Jimmy laughs as he stares at the kryptonian "Trouble in paradise bud?" he laughs and rolls over, placing both of his hands on Clarks broad shoulders, almost not being able to reach the further one. "No--no quiet the opposite" Clark mumbled, frazzled as he reaches for his coffee only to spill it all over himself, now this actually worried his pushy co-worker "Clark, tell me what's going on, y'know I'm your best confidant.... I mean your close with Lois and cat sure but,, they not like us" he chuckles as he awkwardly hands the frazzled alien copious amounts of napkins

"come on Golden boy, out with it--"

"I bought a ring for y/n."

As soon as he started pestering, he shut up quickly "I--this is unprofessional I shouldn't be discussign this at work.." Clark mumbles to himself and goes to his computer, to stare at the photo of you he keeps taped to his screen "Wh--Clark! my man! this is huge news! Death of a bachelor" Jimmy laughs "Is that what's been weighing on ya Kent? You don't know where to propose? well--" unfortunately the redhead gets inturrupted "I'm-- with seeing what superman has been doing for the world, and how much danger that there is, it's just made me realize how much I wanna be married to her.. It just made me realize how I just wanna settle down with her.." Clark seemingly spills his guts out to his friend, frazzled and talking way too quickly. The redhead then pulls Clark in for a hug "you have no idea how to propose huh?" "I mean--" The alien then interrupts himself "Not exactly" he bashfully admits, rubbing the back of his neck "Well.. I don't have that kind of experience but,, here is what I think suits you"

..

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It's 1am, you've been home for a while but when you first got home you felt something was off. When you walked in, you smelt dinner being cooked, your favorite meal, but when you walked into the kitchen, there was no Clark. After doing a bit of inspecting, You saw a note that explained that Clark was summoned for some important superman meeting. Eventually, you hear racking at your window, the sound being opened sloppily by two huge hands wakes you up. After turning on your light you see Clark, looking very disappointed-- not at you- never at you, but at himself.

He slowly meets your gaze, "Tonight was supposed to be different ..I was supposed to cook you dinner and spend time with you" he mumbles to himself more than you "Clark? I'm not angry, I understand the things you have to do for the world.. I get it" you give him that smile he just adores so much, but is convinced he doesn't deserve. He sighs and looks to the side, not being able to meet your gaze "Im--baby I'm tired.." he starts, quieting down after the first statement "then lets rest Clark i can--" "No-- no I-I'm tired of just running around-- I wanna just--jus' settle down" he finally looks at you, moving so that you are right Infront of him, barely any space between the two of you "Tonight was supposed to be different.." he mumbles again as he kisses you and places you against the kitchen table. after he breaks the kiss he smoothly goes to place a old record (that he purchased today for this special occasion) on the record player, letting it play '(we'll be) united" in a low tone "i like this song" you mumble as he uses his laser eyes to light the candles that he placed around earlier to create the perfect mood lighting. he then goes back to pick you up off of the table, spinning you around in your pajamas making you giggle (while still being in his super suit) to make you dance with him as he hums the song "you always make me so happy,, you make everything worth it, and you stick with me through all this bs that has happened to me---no- to us" he says fondly as he dances with you "baby,, your the one I wanna settle down with.. just you and me.." "Clark..?" he then shushes you and lets you spin out by yourself as he gets down on one knee to propose. "y/n l/n,, sunshine, will you make me the happiest and luckiest alien, and let me marry you? please..?" You stand Infront of him, tearing up while staying silent, taking everything in. He then gets a little nervous, but doesn't let you see- like always "baby don't cry please..? I cant stand it.. If its a no then---" "yes" you interrupt him instantly, the thought of saying no hasn't ever crossed your mind with him "yes--yes Clark I'll marry you" you smile and tackle him to the ground "I think your the only one to catch me off guard like this" he chuckles and slips the ring on your finger "I'm just joking because I'm nervous and happy--I don't know why I just said that" you shut him up with kissing him "your the cutest alien ever" you say proudly "and you are my fiancé" he smiles brightly, the only smile that really ever matters to you "I just wanna scream it from the rooftops.. 'I get to marry y/n l/n!!'" he whisper screams into the ceiling of your building.

You chuckle and kiss him again "well Mr. Kent.. I think I'm ready for some, night activities?" you chuckle and lead him to your bedroom "well... I cant deny the missus hm?" he chuckles and kisses you while carrying you to your bedroom.

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The morning after, you wake up sleepily, by the feeling of kisses being pressed against your bare shoulder and the dip of your neck "G'mornin soon-to-be Mrs. Kent" he chuckles in that deep morning voice you adore "I made some breakfast and prepared your bath stuff incase you wanted to bathe" god.. this is the first morning of the rest of your life, and how beautiful will it be.

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um.. i like music and stuff,, anf another fic is alr being written