#CRYING LAUGGING

[glitterliver07]

popsicles everybody (im not good at drawing darkheart srry)

[solume]

[muxas-world]

My motogp 2024 predictions

●Riders championship: pecco bagnaia

● Most poles: im gona cheat between pecco and marc

● top3 : pecco , enea and marc

● team championship: ducati lenovo

●most choking silly season or rider change: marc to ducati oficial so lenovo ( you wanna see pecco and marc as tenmets the hilarious moments that wil we get from that)

● a moto2/3 rider that will rise to motogp: celestino and fermin

●Also this season will ethir last until the last races and will super competive or the ducsti24 will destroy the rest by being very superior and it will end halfway

Thast is it most of this may not become true but.... ;

[transxfiles]

every time someone hits on me or asks me out it ends up being because i'm a silly guy and i think thats so silly like what do you mean. i'm just a little goofy?? and that's what made it work?? insane tbh. in a past life i was a court jester.

[garpond]

the funniest thing just happened to me but you really had to be there

[tracy-warcross]

A: I wanna do that dance B: You do not want to do that dance A: *imitates* look, this is hard[chara B], do you see this? C: It is because it requires a sense of rhythm, A, that you don't seem to possess B: at all.

[never-quite-buried]

One of the hardest things about growing up is navigating adulthood dynamics to my immediate family.

Like Im mending my relationship with my dad, a relationship which is good as dead for my siblings, however while he was actively abusive to my brother, his step son, my brother is still more willing to interact with him than our shared mother, who he has been No Contact with for about 14 years now.

Meanwhile I have an actively positive relationship with my mom while my sister is at the point of sorting retirement homes by rating: lowest to highest.

At the same time i am personally still No Contact with my brother and have a super close relationship with my sister and she is super close with our brother.

And somehow all us siblings are able to manage these boundaries and limits in far healthier ways than our fore generation (my dad going on facebook spiels about being the black sheep of the family, mother not talking to siblings at all and only SM usage being links to external sources) and with more respect for each other’s situations. Like it’s HARD sometimes but i think at this point we know that the hard work is worth it. Im so grateful to be a sister to these two incredible people.

[huhmiya]

INNOCENT GIRL | matt sturniolo

pairing: bf!matt x f!reader

summary: you have always been an innocent girl to everyone, but matt has noticed your attitude and actions, which led him to punishing you.

warning: smut, dom!matt, swearing, p in v, pet names (slut, baby, love, darling, bad girl, bitch), unprotected sex, hair pulling, use of y/n, crying, nipple playing, dirty talking, blow job, rough sex, bratty y/n.

a/n: not my photos, on pinterest. agh, a bit rushed and late to say but I’m so happy that the sturniolo triplets are at 7M

WORDS: 2.6k

huhmiya on wattpad

you - pink | matt - blue

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Matt adored you deeply and always made sure you felt that. He appreciated your gentle nature and how much of a kind hearted person you were.

He was always tender with you, knowing you were sensitive to touch, making sure to handle you with care.

Though there were times when he let his anger get the best of him and was harsh with you, he always regretted it and made amends by doing whatever you wished since he made you feel horrible about yourself.

Recently, he noticed you becoming more distant and acting rudely towards others. He reached a breaking point and decided to give you space.

Leaving you alone in his room, he went to record a YouTube video with his brothers in the kitchen, hoping that some time by yourself would help you return to your usual self.

While you scrolled through your phone, you could faintly hear Matt and his brothers laughing, sparking your curiosity. However, you chose to block out the noise by putting on headphones, not wanting to engage with anyone at that moment for reasons unknown.

You were listening to your shuffle mix but it seemed like it passed quickly due to Matt entered the room which meant he finished recording. You didn't even bother to say hi, but he knew you noticed him.

He huffed and left you to it, grabbing his sweatpants to change. He didn't mind if you were looking or not, as you had seen him like this before.

You didn't dare glance at him, and Matt had a feeling you wouldn't. He stayed silent after changing, then left the room for the bathroom, probably to brush his teeth and take care of business as it was already 11 pm.

"Hey y/n, my brothers and I are going to watch a movie in the lounge... would you like to join?" he asked from the door frame, still brushing his teeth.

You continued scrolling on your phone but gave a thumbs down in response. He rolled his eyes, noticing you were still being dismissive.

After a minute or two of brushing his teeth, he finished and frowned at you, but you hadn't seen his reaction.

“Alright, I'm leaving you here," he wanted to stay with you because he cared about you, but he couldn't handle your attitude and guessed you didn't want to see him.

He decided to leave you be, closing the door behind him. As you took off your headphones, you could faintly hear his footsteps moving away.

You were aware that you were being difficult, but you couldn't help it. Feeling tired and unable to sleep, you found yourself giving everyone the same negative energy.

Before long, Matt returned unexpectedly. You met his gaze with surprise, but remained silent.

"Nick mentioned you might be on, so I brought some chocolate from the cupboard," he said, placing the chocolate next to you and handing you a hot water bottle.

Although you were confused because you weren't expecting him and you weren’t on your period, you appreciated the gesture. You smiled faintly, but remained silent.

"You know what? I want you to say thank you. I'm not going to treat you like a princess when you're behaving like a brat," he snapped, clearly upset by your actions.

You raised an eyebrow, meeting his intense blue eyes as he stood with his arms crossed firmly.

"Well then, thank you," you finally spoke, your voice tinged with sarcasm from lack of use.

He wasn't convinced by your words and struggled to remain calm. "Y/n, baby, if you give me that fucking attitude again, I won't hesitate to make you regret it."

You laughed, aware of your bratty behavior but unconcerned, which only seemed to infuriate Matt more. He watched as you put your headphones back on.

Suddenly, he slammed his bedroom door shut, startling you into thinking he had left. Instead, he approached you, swiftly removing your headphones and snatching your phone before tossing it away, careful not to damage it though.

"Matt, what-" you started to speak, but he hushed you, clearly angry. You weren't going to listen and were about to speak, which led him to harshly pull your hair to get your attention.

"Shut up. What you're going to do is suck my fucking cock until I tell you to stop. I don't care if your throat gets bruised, I'll appreciate the silence," he said in a forceful tone, making sure his brothers wouldn't hear. He tugged your hair before stepping back to expose himself by lowering his sweatpants.

Without saying a word, he intended for you to perform the act, but he sought permission through his eyes. If you truly didn't want to, he would stop. He understood that you were more reserved, so this forceful approach likely left you feeling vulnerable and speechless.

After locking eyes with you, he received a nod, confirming your consent. Without hesitation, he stroked himself to get harder than he guided himself into your mouth as you sat up slightly.

“Want me to stop, then say so." He didn't appreciate your behavior and wouldn't have spoken like this, but he had too since he felt a bit concerned because you weren't accustomed to roughness.

He proceeded to guide you to perform oral sex on him, occasionally causing you to gag.

"If you hadn't been acting like a bitch today, I would have given you whatever you desired. But you had to be a bad girl, didn't you?" he remarked, with a moan escaping him as he felt the warmth of your mouth around his shaft, making him bite his lip to stifle his own sounds of pleasure, mindful of his brothers in the house.

He encouraged you to increase the pace without hesitation, locking eyes with you as he twitched with pleasure, particularly around his erect member.

Sensing his impending climax, you intensified your efforts. You were surprised by how quickly he was reaching the peak, realizing that at this moment, he wasn't as gentle in bed as he had portrayed himself to be.

"If I wanted to, I could bruise your throat, but since I'm feeling generous, I won't. But damn, I really want to," Matt says in a low voice. He makes you take it all which made your eyes watering by the gag you did.

Your nose brushing against his skin as you comply, but soon he ejaculates without warning which makes tears roll down your cheek but not on purpose.

He makes you swallow it, unconcerned about his semen dripping down your chin. He bites his lip, trying not to moan too loudly because of his brothers.

Releasing your hair, he allows you to pull away after you've swallowed, your eyes meeting his. "Matt," you whisper, but he just smirks, wipes the cum off your chin, and makes you suck his thumb.

"You did a good job, darling," he winks before standing up, grabbing a tissue to clean himself before getting dressed.

Your eyes follow his movements as you feel wet, and you know he's aware of it. He chuckles as he heads towards the door.

"I don't reward naughty girls. Maybe if you change your attitude, you might get lucky," he says before closing the door behind him as he goes to join his brothers with the film.

"Matt?!" You called out, speaking quietly instead of shouting, hoping he would hear you. However, he ignored you and sat down with his brothers. You groaned softly and stayed silent.

You decided not to approach him since he was with his brothers. Instead, you lay on his bed, feeling a need for him but trying to ignore it.

You were aware that touching yourself would only intensify your desire for him, as your fingers were not like his. So, you simply chewed on your lips while returning to your phone.

You were still turned on, your lips in a slight pout after biting your lips. You could still feel how wide he was around your lips just moments ago.

You had texted him, but it was evident he was ignoring you. You glanced at your text before getting comfortable on his bed.

You let out a slight groan before sending Matt a few more texts, noticing that he was reading them now but not replying.

Hoping for a message from him, you were interrupted by the sound of the door closing as Matt entered.

"Can't you see I'm watching a movie with my brothers? Do you always have to bother me?" he said with a smile, briefly showing his tongue between his teeth.

You looked at Matt. "But Matt, I'm sorry... I apologize for my behavior," you said, prompting him to laugh at your words as he leaned against his bedroom door for a moment.

"You apologising because you feel it, or because I won't fuck you like I usually do?" he says bluntly, meeting your gaze.

Noticing your silence and the expression in your eyes, he rolls his eyes. "Looking at me like that won't make me feel guilty," even though he finds himself looking at you with desire.

You continue to keep your eyes on him, and he sighs before locking the door and sitting down next to you. "You’ve got on my nerves today, and now you're staring at me like a slut. Screw you," he whispers with a slight smile.

"I mean I am a slut for you," you tilt your head slightly, causing him to adjust his position as he feels his sweatpants getting tighter because of you.

"Don't, y/n," he warns, eyeing you up before closing his eyes briefly and then focusing on your face.

You chuckle softly before running your hand over his chest, slowly moving closer to him as you start to kiss his neck, prompting him to move his head to make it easier for you.

You playfully nibbled on his neck, your hands moving towards his shirt while you create hickeys that he loved, but always got angry about it when he had to film a YouTube video with his brothers, as his fans would find out.

You paused, leaving hickeys which will show later and removed his shirt. Though he tried to stay mad at you for your behavior earlier in the day but your current actions were making him forget all about it.

"Are you really doing this while my brothers are in the other room?" he muttered, knowing that you riding him would make it impossible for him to stay quiet.

"You weren't complaining when I was giving you a blowjob," you teased, kissing his lips to prevent him from responding.

He kissed you back and touched your chest, even though you were wearing a shirt. You focused on his pleasure, ignoring his touch.

He knew you were usually gentle in bed, but the way you kissed him made him want to have his dick in you right then and there. He realized that you were going to be rough for once but he wasn’t gonna allow you to fuck him when he can’t punish you.

You quickly pull away to remove your shirt while Matt deftly unclasps your bra with one hand, a move he has mastered through repeated practice with you.

"Impatient?" you tease, but he silences you with a hush. "I suggest you keep quiet, you're the one in the wrong," he retorts, prompting you to roll your eyes.

"If you try to boss me around, I might just leave you like this," you retort, playfully tapping his nose before removing his sweatpants, revealing his nakedness. You are surprised to find he isn't wearing any boxers.

As you gaze at his throbbing manhood, a smirk plays on your lips. Despite his hips twitching in anticipation, you press him down with your weight.

He grows impatient, enjoying your dominance but craving to be intimate with you. Catching your gaze, he swiftly pins you down and takes charge before you can react.

"Another time, darling," he whispers with a wink, planting a kiss on your neck and fondling your breasts. He then begins to tease your nipples as he harshly bites your neck and licks it.

He pressed his hand over your mouth, stifling your moans. "Hey, stay silent, got it?" he whispered sharply.

You nodded in agreement as he released your mouth. He ceased nibbling on your neck and instead traced his tongue down to your stomach.

Goosebumps erupted on your skin as you brushed his hair away from his eyes. He planted a kiss on your stomach before pulling back.

Meeting your gaze, he proceeded to remove your shorts and underwear simultaneously. His smirk grew as he observed your reaction before kissing the top of your intimate area and withdrawing.

"I'm not going to make it easy for you. I want your apology to be sincere," he declared, firmly grasping your chin to establish eye contact. Your heart raced.

"I'm sorry, I truly am," you whispered, causing him to briefly glance down at his arousal before returning his focus to you. "Say it again," he demanded.

Before you could comply, he forcefully entered you, prompting a loud moan and an arch of your back, followed swiftly by his hand covering your mouth.

He knew you wouldn't stay silent, so he quickly grabbed his shirt and stuffed it in your mouth. Your eyes widened as he spoke. "You need to stay quiet."

Without any warning, he deeply thrust inside you, causing you to moan, though it was muffled.

Although you weren't used to his roughness, you found yourself starting to enjoy it. You whimpered and grabbed his back, scratching it in response.

He groaned, tightly closing his eyes before easing up slightly. His thrusts became faster until he reached his limit of speed.

He continued grunting, keeping it quiet as he was skilled at being dominant. He held your legs to widen them further.

He felt you tighten around him, biting his lip to stifle a loud moan. His hands gravitated to your breasts once more, his thumb stimulating your nipples more intensely.

Your breasts bounced with each thrust, the desire evident in your eyes signaling your impending climax. He intensified his thrusts, pushing a few more times before you reached the peak of pleasure.

Your loud moans were muffled by his shirt as he felt you envelop his manhood, prompting him to grip your hips tightly, guiding your movements as he continued thrusting until he reached his own climax.

Moaning with his eyes rolling back, both bodies glistened with sweat. He quickly pulled away, watching as his essence leaked out of you.

He gazed at your womanhood as you both caught your breath. Eventually, he turned to you. "Have you learned your lesson?" he inquired, to which you nodded.

He lay down beside you, picking up his phone to text his brothers that he wouldn't be joining them for the movie until he had cleaned both of you up.

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[captainjamster]

Hey if you're comfortable with it, do you think you write about how 141 would react to finding out you're ticklish? Preferably nsfw. Maybe they just tease you with it or maybe they have a session with you after a while and enjoy how it drives you crazy. It could be poly141 or just a drabble with each members reaction.

I love your writing sm

I'm sorry this took a while anon, thank you so much for your request!! This is the first time I've written about tickling, so I hope it came out alright. I loved researching this lmfao it's so cute

Pairing(s): 141 x reader (separately, not poly or sharing this time sorry! :p) Warnings: Bondage and restraint, tickling, tickling during sex Wordcount: 1.2k Summary: How each of the boys enjoy tickling you :p AO3 Link: Right here! <3

Full drabbles under cut <3

Price loves your laugh; just the sound can get him hard. Maybe you should’ve seen it coming from the first date. It was the first thing he complimented you on in the small bakery – heart eyes over the brim of his coffee cup that had your cheeks red, already breathless at the story between a cheeky sounding sergeant and someone’s poor dog. He stores every terrible joke exchanged amongst his boys, bringing them home just to fill your ears with them, to get anything from that exasperated little giggle to a shocked cackle at some of Ghost’s darker ones – the first time he hears you belly laugh, he writes the beginning of his wedding vowels.

For him, there’s a privilege in being allowed to bring you to such a vulnerable state, dazed and breathless, whether it’s scrabbling against the material of his shirt as you’re bent over in hysterics, hiding behind your hands, gasping for air at the comedy he’s been nagging you to watch, or between his thighs against the mattress, straining with hiccupped shrieks and pleads at his weight as he tortures your overstimulated skin. The only thing he uses is his fingers, and he’s stubborn about it, possessive of the tactile connection between his fingertips against your skin. The furthest he goes is a plug in your pussy, with a command to try and keep it there at the threat of a good spanking (though you both know you’re going to fail).

He challenges himself to make you come with just tickling – he neglects your needy pussy, wet and fluttering with arousal, until the delicate dragging of his nails down the plush insides of your thigh has you spasming around nothing.

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Gaz, poor Gaz. Gaz, with blood under his nails he just can’t scrub, who sees someone’s face with every punch he throws at the bag. He’s heard the way his peers talk all throughout his service – spank their ass, slap their face, tight grip to the throat, till they ache.

There was only one part that ever stuck with him – till they ache.

The only time he raises a hand against you is to watch you squeal in anticipation before it flies down to your stomach, skittering up and down the soft skin as you twist and writhe against the sheets. It’s everything he needs – he can make you cry, beg, scream, with the whisp of a few touches, the softest of caresses. Tracing the marks that scatter your skin, only love bites and the imprints of restraint. On some nights, Gaz loves tying you up and tickling you, watching you squirm and contort against his ropes in an attempt to escape. The knots dip into your flesh, keeping your arms straight and pointed to the metal hook that meets the rope stemming from your wrists, legs spread wide with the thick bar anchoring your feet flat to the ground. His fingers dance over every inch of skin bare to him, honing to the areas you try to pull away from, watching you sway this and that way in peals of laughter as he switches between sides on your ribs.

Unlike Price, he doesn’t care for games – he’ll give you what you want. A toy, his fingers, his cock. Slow and steady, letting the rope drop a little to bend you at the waist, rocking back and forward into him, clenching down those slick and warm walls in sync with each ragged laugh. He doesn’t mind wielding a tickle wand, dragging the feathers up and down your thighs, your armpits, behind your knees. It’s not over until your eyes are puffy, cheeks tear stained as you sag under your own weight, kept suspended by the rope as your knees shake.

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Soap becomes aware of your ticklish nature very quickly, being such a tactile partner. He’s always touching you – whether it’s an arm around your waist, foot rubbing against your calf, pinkies linked together – and it isn’t long before he unintentionally makes you squeal, accidentally brushing up against one of your most sensitive areas. The noise makes him jump, worried he’s hurt you, but when he sees the red of your cheeks and the shy smile on your face? Oh, it’s over for you.

“Y’ticklish, bonnie?”

He’s all a-grin every time, hands raising menacingly with wiggling fingers.

For a while it stays non-sexual, but poor Johnny can’t help himself. The tickle fights start to linger way past what’s appropriate, making home in his mind – how you get so panicked and squirmy, trying to get away from his fingers, your breathless laugh and gasps as his name whines so desperately from your lips. Your squeals rings through his ears during overdue paperwork in his late nights, so clear that he swears your lips brush across the tips of his ears, and Price avoids looking at him too closely as he turns in the files before leaving.

Sly, smart Johnny starts off slow. When the mood is playful during sex, he purposely rubs his hair and beard up against your neck, your back, feeling you pulse erratically around him with each giggle. He introduces it in increments, a foot in the door as you warm to the idea. Things really get going when he confesses, head buried in the crook of your neck as he groans how the way you flutter around his cock with each giggle brings him so close, and you can't help but laugh at that too. Poor Johnny comes harder than he ever has, and you can't help but want to indulge the glassy, lovestruck expression on his handsome face.

Unlike Gaz, he’d never restrain you - Johnny loves fighting you to stay still, caging you in or dragging you back by the ankle into his reach.

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For Ghost, he loves the chase and anticipation beforehand, and his favourite way of being a pest – catch him brushing against just the right spot to make you jump and squeal as his arms slip around you, or his chin nuzzles into your neck.

But it starts with a morning of productivity, taken with your own domestic chores in a quiet co-existence. He’s finished a spot-tidy, bringing some discarded rubbish and checking on you in the kitchen. You’re unsuspecting, caught up in your respective daily activities, fixated on the job in front of you – and something hits him. The way you bob along happily to the music in your head, scrubbing at the dishes with a sway in your hips, caught up in your own world. Your happiness is magnetic, beckoning him and basking him in the same warm rush of dopamine. A light bubbles up through his body, something that forces its way from the depths of his chest more often when you’re around, and his feet are moving towards the kitchen before he thinks twice.

“Hey love?”

You hum questioningly, putting elbow grease into a particularly stuck blemish from the morning’s dishes.

“Got somethin’ for you.”

You finally turn around, soapy hands in the air as droplets cascade from them. Simon gives you a second to stare quizzically, watching your expression morph into a pleading grin as his hands creep up from his sides, fingers curling over into a leering grab.

“No! I’m washing dishes, please!”

His grin widens, fingers wiggling threateningly. “Then dry your hands.”

Your hands fall to your shirt, squeezing the material as you ready yourself to bolt. He squares up, arms outstretched, but he doesn’t close them as you swoop by close enough, out the kitchen in a mad dash. Though the chase is superficial, it doesn’t stop the thrill that jolts him with each impending step, following you through to the loungeroom. The sofa keeps him at bay, circling each other in a practiced synchronisation around the furniture as you feint left and right, keeping him guessing which way you’ll take off.

You bluff right to distract him from your plan to run the other way, but Simon lunges left anyway. He’s faster than you can think, reading the tensing of your muscles, and unable to rectify your charade as you scramble, his arms clamp around you in a swooping grab.

And as you gasp and giggle underneath him, something stirs to life.

dividers by cafekitsune

[anna-hawk]

Caution: contents hot

Shane Walsh x Reader

Summary: A little coffee accident has you meeting Deputy Walsh. Rating: T (for now) // WC: 1,3k Warnings: None, except that it's a totally silly plot 😅. A/N: I wrote this a couple weeks ago, and I might just write the smut to it at some point. I just felt like posting this now, since it ends on a “good” part.

Finally, after standing in line for ages, you made it out of the coffee shop with your precious hot drink in hand and headed straight for your car. You weren’t in any particular hurry, but you’d had a long day at work and wanted to enjoy that drink before driving over to the grocery store. Sitting in an overcrowded coffee shop didn’t appeal to you, however, and that’s why you chose to simply return to your car to relax in peace. 

Arriving at the car, you placed the cup on the roof and rummaged through your purse to find the keys. Meanwhile, a dark pickup pulled into the space next to yours, forcing you closer against your car as you kept searching. After finally locating the damn keys and pulling them out for a second to press the unlock button, you reached for the cup again, intending to open the driver’s door. 

And that’s when everything happened very quickly.

Since you had backed up into the parking space and the pickup had driven into its own spot the other way around, both driver’s sides ended up next to the other. The person in the pickup had just opened the door to get out, while you took a step back as you did the same, only to get inside yours. Except that this step backwards had you tripping over the person’s feet, and in your flailing while you grasped for something to hold on to to stop your fall, you let go of the cup, which went flying back. As you caught yourself on the edge of the half open door of your car, you knew where the contents of your drink had landed from the loud cry of surprise and hiss of pain coming from behind you a second later. 

Letting go of the door after regaining your balance, you whipped around to find a man in a police uniform pulling at his drenched shirt to get the fabric away from his skin. 

“Oh — Oh my God. I'm so sorry… Shit, shit, Shit. I'm so, so sorry, sir. Are — are you — are you okay?” you gasped out, worry and embarrassment making your face burn hot.

“I… kinda. I-” he grunted, before you realized how stupid your question was and kept talking. 

“No, of course you’re not fine. I just poured scalding coffee all over you… I really am so sorry. I-”

“No, yeah, I’m — shit — I'm okay,” he groaned, wincing as he pulled at the fabric over his chest.

“Really? You sure? ‘Cause — you know, you don’t really look —  shit, maybe if-”

Not thinking at all in your panic, you took a step closer to him and quickly undid three of the uniform buttons to pull the shirt away from his skin. 

“We need to see how badly you got burnt, maybe you need-” You suddenly stopped in your frantic rambling and stilled your hands as you realized what you were doing; standing in the man's space, with your hands holding his shirt wide open. 

Letting go of him as if you’d been burnt yourself and springing away from him, you lifted your wide-eyed gaze from the man’s chest and towards his face. Which didn’t help you articulate any words, either, as his features finally hit you. Not only did you shower and burn a police officer with your drink, but you also had to embarrass yourself by almost undressing an incredibly good-looking police officer. 

“I’m… so sorry,” you breathed. “I just…”

To your surprise, the man’s lips slowly pulled up into a smile. It wasn’t a mocking smile, but an amused one, which had you relaxing a tad. 

“It’s okay,” he said gently, tilting his head to one side as he ducked his face slightly to look at you curiously from under his brows. 

Your eyes fell to his chest as he did the same, and you grimaced at the reddening skin. 

“This has to be painful, though,” you mumbled, holding your hand back from reaching out again. 

He uttered a small bark of a laugh and nodded his head from side to side as he opened the shirt the rest of the way. Since your eyes were already on his chest, they instantly took in the rest of his torso without you being able to stop yourself. 

“Uh, yeah, kinda, yeah. But…” He shrugged as he trailed off.

Your eyes snapped back to his face as your neck heated again with another form of embarrassment. 

“I can go into the pharmacy and grab you, like, a cream or salve or something,” you interrupted, desperate to make it better. 

“Nah, it’s fine. I got what I need at home. Thankfully, you hit me just when I was gettin’ off my shift and not on,” he laughed. 

You cringed at the reminder. 

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t expect to be this close to you and-”

“Hey, hey, it’s alright, okay? Shit happens.” He put a hand on your arm and leaned in slightly to look you in the eyes with a sincere expression. 

“Still,” you breathed, his proximity making you slow with coming up with a reply. “I’d like to make it up to you.”

At your words, the man’s eyes slid to your lips, which had your eyes going wide again in surprise, since he deliberately brought his eyes back to yours very slowly. 

“You don’t have to,” he assured you in a low tone that had a shiver running down your spine.

“But I want to,” you insisted, swallowing at how his eyes went from your mouth to your eyes again at the statement, this time quickly. “The dry cleaning. Let me pay for it? Can’t be cheap to clean a police uniform, right?” 

The man contemplated you, as you forced yourself not to look at his gorgeous body, the dips of his hips that were visible in your peripherals calling to you. He slowly grinned and took a step towards you, which had you automatically taking a step back and colliding with your back against the side of your car. He put a hand on the roof of your car as he leaned in. 

“If you really wanna make it up to me, then how ‘bout you join me for dinner?”

It took you a second to understand his suggestion. You stared at him, surprised. Was that really happening? Was he coming on to you? Just like that, in the middle of a parking lot? After you'd injured him, no less. And you hadn't even exchanged names. 

“I have one condition,” you found yourself answering to your own shock. 

The man smiled slowly and lifted an expectant eyebrow.

“Shoot.”

“Dinner’s on me.”

He clearly hadn't expected that, since he blinked once before he grinned and began laughing. He leaned in that bit closer, which almost had him in kissing distance. “Deal.”

“Okay… good.”

He didn't move, though, which had your heart racing and your eyes going from his lips to his eyes. When he finally did pull away, he only gave you enough space to get your door open. It was as you stared at him that you saw the name tag dangling from his open shirt. 

“Be at my place in an hour… Deputy Walsh.”

You enjoyed his look of surprise, before he glanced down at the tag with a chuckle.

“Shane,” he revealed, and stared back at you expectantly, but you only got into your car with a small smile.

“The car is registered under my name,” you hinted, as you got the window down to talk to him.

Shane ran his tongue over his front teeth as he watched you with amused interest. It thrilled you to have this attention on you. Not waiting for a reply, you put your car into drive and drove out of the parking space. As you slowly made your way down the aisles of cars, you saw Shane writing something down on a notepad.

[epicthemusical]

Trio to Solo

Okay so this all started with my friend mentioning the idea of Polites having an Achilles rage moment over Odysseus dying and then it just grew into this massive one shot! Anyway there are two fluffy parts that I use to enhance the angst so I hope you guys enjoy! Also @caramellcandy @notsolonedesert @justvea18 here is the idea I mentioned!

Odysseus lays there on the grass with Polites beside him as they gaze up at the stars. He has been so busy lately preparing to become king since his father has been rapidly deteriorating. The exhaustion and stress help him learn to enjoy these small moments that he took for granted. He doesn't know how Polites always managed to stay so happy all the time. He turns on his side to look at his friend.

"Hey Polites, how do you always greet the world with open arms?"

Polites turns toward him and reaches out for his hand fingers intertwining with his. The moonlight makes Polites glow faintly with his soft smile and unruly curls barely contained with his headband.

"Its easy for me to greet the world with open arms when you are my world. How could I refuse any part of you?"

The love and warmth in those brown eyes is overwhelming enough that he feels like he is drowning in it. Why does Polites always leave him breathless like this in these soft moments they share.

"That and well this world could always use more kindness. I like to think that I can make a difference in this world that has so much pain and hate. Being kind can change everything."

Odysseus never can fully understand how Polites stays so optimistic but he loves it all the same just like everything else about him. Even now bathed in moonlight he shines like a brilliant star, softer than his usual bright sunshine yet still bright enough to light up the world around him. He gently places his hand on Polites cheek with a soft smile.

"I hope you never change Polites."

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Polites stares as the body of his friend, his love is brought back to camp lifeless and covered in blood, so much blood. He grabs the shoulder of a nearby soldier.

"what happened."

His tone is cold but he can't get himself to care. He needs to know what happened, why is Odysseus laying there dead when he should be alive, his eyes sparkling as he comes up with another plan and laughing that deep laugh he always loved hearing.

"We had a ceasefire but someone from the enemy side attacked him from behind...we were to late to save him."

Polites freezes as unfamiliar heat flares to life, rage. They not only dared take Odysseus from him but they attacked him from behind like a coward?! He releases their shoulder not noticing the wince he had drawn from his tight grip and marches to his tent. He pulls on his armor and grabs his sword before he heads out only for Eurylochus to block his path.

"Get out of my way Eury."

Despite the childhood nickname his furious tone leaves no room for negotiation. Eurylochus looks exhausted as he also is grieving for Odysseus but he still refuses to back down.

"Polites please don't do this! This isn't what Odysseus would want!"

"Odysseus is dead! They took him from us, they took him from me! I'm going out there and nothing you say or do will stop me!"

Eurylochus is shocked at the pure venom in his voice and Polites takes that chance to leave ignoring any pleading for him to stop. He doesn't stop instead heading straight onto the battlefield. He dives into the thick of the fight as he cuts down enemy after enemy.

"Hey Polites, how do you always greet the world with open arms?"

He ignores the blood soaking him as screams grief and anger ringing clearly in his voice while tears stream down his face mixing with red making it look like he is crying blood.

"Its easy for me to greet the world with open arms when you are my world. How could I refuse any part of you?"

How can he care about greeting the world with open arms when his world is dead? He will never see his mischievous grin when he has a prank in mind or hear his laughter so full of life. An arrow lodges in his shoulder but he ignores it continuing to fight.

"That and well this world could always use more kindness. I like to think that I can make a difference in this world that has so much pain and hate. Being kind can change everything."

Odysseus trusted the ceasefire and it ended up killing him, kindness is not possible now that they killed him like cowards. He stumbles his vision starting to turn fuzzy as another arrow strikes his leg.

"I hope you never change Polites."

At last his body can't take anymore and he collapses to the ground. Tears continue falling as his vision fades to black.

I'm sorry Ody.. I couldn't stay kind like you wanted...

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Eurylochus and Polites head over to their meeting spot waiting for Odysseus to join them. As they settle down by the olive tree when something small and hard smacks them on the head. They look up and sure enough Odysseus sits there cackling like the gremlin he is holding a handful of pebbles.

They glance at each other smirking before Eurylochus grabs hold of Odysseus leg and tugs him down. Odysseus tumbles to the ground with a yelp and it's their turn to laugh. He stands up brushing the dirt of his chiton and acts annoyed but he is barely containing his own laughter.

"yeah, yeah laugh all you want I was going to share something with you but now I might not since your being jerks."

Predictably the laughter stops as Eurylochus tries to act like he isn't curious while Polites doesn't even try to hide it.

"what is it? Can't you please tell us! We're sorry for laughing!"

Odysseus acts like he is thinking about it just to watch them get impatient and finally breaks once Polites brings out his puppy dog eyes. Odysseus laughs and takes off the bag he had on him.

"okay I'll show you."

He reaches in and pulls out three cups and a wineskin.

"I snuck some of the good wine from the cellar at home."

Both Eurylochus and Polites look interested. They were still considered too young for wine. Polites does look a bit conflicted and Odysseus elbows him.

"Come on Polites live a little!"

Polites rolls his eyes with a bright grin as Odysseus hands out the cups.

""I'm not that bad Ody! I'm just not as much of a troublemaker as you!"

Eurylochus snorts with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Yeah right we all know you can cause just as much trouble as Odysseus."

Polites gasps dramatically trying to hold back laughter along with Eurylochus and Odysseus.

"Lies, I'm just a perfect little angel!"

They can't hold it in anymore and all burst into laughter. It takes a while before they calm down even then they are a little out of breath. The don't mind though because this moment is so happy with all of them together, they wouldn't trade this for the world. Odysseus pours some wine into their cups. Polites raises his cup with a grin.

"Let's toast to having each other's backs!"

Eurylochus and Odysseus raise their cups as well letting them clink together.

"No matter what happens and where we go, we will always have each other!"

All their voices ring out together as they drink down the wine. They spend the rest of the night laughing and joking occasionally wrestling. By the end they are curled up asleep in a tangled heap with cheeks aching from smiling so much.

The next morning they will come to regret the wine when they get a stern lecture while having pounding headaches but they will still treasure the memory of that night and the promise they made.

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Eurylochus was right there when Odysseus was cut down, he was right there and yet he couldn't do anything to stop it. He follows as the men carry Odysseus back to camp and his initial denial and shock fade away leaving only overwhelming grief. He should be heading back into battle but instead he thinks of how Polites must know of Odysseus death and he attempts to push down his grief.

Polites will need him there and he refuses to leave him alone in his grief. While Odysseus is was his brother and dear friend he knows Odysseus meant so much more to Polites. While Odysseus loved Polite in his own way the love Polites had was left mostly unrequited once Penelope had entered the picture.

He leaves his sword in his tent and heads towards Polites hearing whispers along the way of his reaction to Odysseus death. He speeds up very much concerned about his friend. He had expected Polites to be devasted and grieving, for him to hide in his tent but to his shock and horror he spots Polites in full armor and a terrifying look on his face. It shows anger beyond anything he had expected from Polites of all people. He steps up to block his path.

"Polites please don't do this! This isn't what Odysseus would want!"

"Odysseus is dead! They took him from us, they took him from me!" I'm going out there and nothing you say or do will stop me!"

Eurylochus is sent reeling at the pure venom in Polites voice. This is a side of Polites he has never before seen and it terrifies him just how angry he is. But even with all the anger he can hear the underlying grief that is no doubt threatens to drown him. He continues to plead for Polites to stop but quickly realizes its useless as his friend continues onward.

Eurylochus curses himself for leaving his sword behind, he had expected to be comforting Polites not fighting. Polites had always focused mostly on being a medic to avoid hurting others as much as possible so the fact he is rushing into battle without even stopping to grieve leaves him with a sinking feeling in his gut. Polites is being beyond reckless and he knows its up to him to make sure he doesn't end up killing himself.

He grabs his sword as quickly as he can before rushing back into the fight searching frantically for Polites in the chaos of battle. There- he spots him in the crowd and he can feel hope start to well up at the sight of his friend who is still alive.

That hope falls flat as an arrow strikes Polites in the leg and he staggers before collapsing. Eurylochus carves his way through the crowd with desperation he rarely ever feels as fear starts creeping in.

no, no please don't let him die!

He finally reaches him and his knees hit the dirt hard as he turns Polites over trying to assess the damage if he is still alive. He flinches at the bloody tear tracks and glossy eyes.

"no..no Polites you can't leave me too!"

He searches for a heartbeat no matter how faint ignoring the logical part telling him that Polites is already gone. He can't...he can't be the last one left. Not only had he failed to keep them both alive but Polites also died alone. Polites always hated being alone yet he failed to be there for him.

He holds onto Polite's already cooling hand and something inside him cracks and breaks.He holds onto Polites as a few tears fall onto Polites as a sort of numb feeling spreads through him. He knows exactly what's happening, he is going into shock, but he can't find it in himself to care.

Eurylochus is bigger than Polites as he cradles Polites close reminded of how both Odysseus and Polites complained about how unfair it was that he was taller than them. In return he teased them about being shorter. He knows they are not short he is simply really tall but that didn't stop him.

"No matter what happens and where we go, we will always have each other!"

The memory of the day they all swore to always be there for each other only serves to make him feel heavier with grief. Maybe he should let himself join them it wouldn't be hard to let the enemy kill him and then they could joke around again, together.

He is reminded of the chaotic fighting surrounding him once again when someone blocks a strike aimed at him and he can't help the small part of him that's disappointed as he looks up to see Elpenor. Elpenor who looks devasted as he looks towards Polites. Elpenor who saw Polites as a father figure.

"Eurylochus please don't give up, everyone needs you!"

That's right, he is the only one left, as second in command he has to take the lead and keep everyone safe. He has to think of men that are left which means he can't let himself join Polites and Odysseus yet. He pieces himself back together as best he can be and takes a deep breath before gently letting go of Polites and stands up sword in hand.

"Okay.. let's get this over with."

He spends the rest of the battle fighting not only enemy soldiers but the grief and rage trying to drown him. He will not let himself give in and get himself killed. The enemy finally retreats and Eurylochus is finally able to go back to Polites.

He carefully picks him up making sure to close Polites eyes and starts heading back to camp as small cracks start appearing in his defenses letting in a trickle of self hate. He ignores everyone heading straight towards Odysseus tent and lays Polites down beside him.

His breath hitches as a wave of emotion hits him seeing both of his childhood friends laying there next to each other. He pushes through instead grabbing a bowl of water and a washcloth. Gently he removes their helmets and armor before washing away all the blood and grime from battle.

Being clean leaves them looking at peace and he can almost pretend they are just sleeping but the blood stained clothes remind him of the reality. They are dead and nothing will bring them back.

It's too much and finally his defenses crumble and a tidal wave of grief, self hate, and worst of all anger. Anger towards Polites and Odysseus for dying and leaving him behind. He collapses on his knees and chokes on sobs.

They left him alone and no matter how much he hates himself for it, he can't help but blame them especially Polites. At the same time he blames himself for failing to keep them safe. He should have reacted faster to stop the attack on Odysseus. He should have never left his sword at his tent making him waste precious time retrieving it, time that could have been used saving Polites.

It takes hours for him to calm down enough to think beyond his devastation. He looks at Polites before he unties Polites headband leaving the curls to fall over his face with nothing holding them back. The headband is tied around the hilt of his sword, a reminder to never let go of his sword again until the war is over and he gets the others home.

He then unpins the golden owl brooch he always wore, one of his most treasures objects because he got it as a way to be closer with Athena, and clips it to his chiton. A new more dangerous anger wells up, anger towards Athena. He knows it's dangerous and will keep those feelings locked up tight but shouldn't Athena have kept her warrior safe? Why did she let him die like that?

Eurylochus washes his face hoping to get rid of majority of the evidence from crying and takes a deep breath before heading out. He swears to himself to get the others home if it's the last thing he does. It's the least he can do after failing both of his brothers. Everybody notices the red headband on his sword fluttering in the wind and the owl brooch that stay with him the entire way home.

[is-nini]

Prince Abyss! Aether x Sensitive! Reader

A DDLG story. This is not intended to promote incest or any harm regarding bad stuff or trauma that is happening currently.

nsfw under this, if you are uncomfortable please please step away or ignore. Thankyou.

TW: VERY DIRTY AND FRONTAL TALK, SQUIRTING, fingering

Aether doesn't really enjoy teasing you verbally as in outside the bedroom but oh how he loves to tease you till you cry on your shared bed or his office. 

You are so lucky that the dark prince loves you is all I can say 😏

No need for example when you're already bent over his smooth mahogany desk. Your skirt that barely covers your wet cute yellow pantie full on display in front of your dear daddy. 

"I barely touched you yet you are already so... Wet" Aether says, you can hear his smirk through his voice, dripping with amusement. You let out a whimper as you shake your ass a little, trying to let your leg stand straight "Da-daddy!". Aether puts his thumb and slowly drags it up and down your slit, getting more and more of your sweet juice to come out. "So sensitive baby... My princess is so sensitive" he whispers as he looks at your trembling state and he hasn't even put anything in yet- heck he hasn't even pulled down your panties yet.

"Da-daddy,  please please stop! want you!" You pleaded but your please fell into dead ear as Aether bent down a little and pulled your underwear up so that your underwear would push more towards your pussy. He watches your pussy slowly engulf your panties. The mean prince of the abyss laughs in amusement as you try to grind against it. "Oh sweet pussy look at it, taking in your own underwear- oh baby, you look so tired are you okay?" He teases you as he pretends that you're sick when you are desperately trying to gain friction. Your panties are stroking your clit and pussy but it's not Aether's cock- it's not daddy's cock you won't be satisfied. 

Aether has his fun with your panties and slowly fixes it, covering your pussy back with your wet pantie as if he's not using it a second ago. Just as you were about to say something a hard slap immediately hit your ass "eek-! Daddy!" You scream and look back at your daddy, his face filled with pleasure and calmness, a certain trait of his that made him able to contain himself even if your pussy is only inches away. "Yes princess?" Another slap gets its way to your other ass as another scream rips out from you as you get teary eyes. You may not be able to see it but you're sure as heck it'll leave a mark.

Your juices are overflowing to your thighs already, the glimmer of your juice is lewdly visible to your daddy's eye. "Ahw.. look at this... Wait princess, let me do something". Aether pulls you back up and sat you down on his desk, facing him. "Spread your leg" Aether demand, you let out a whimper as you slowly open your leg but a gust of gentle cold wind hits your wet pussy so you immediately closes it. Aether maybe patient especially when it comes to not letting you cum but he's not that patient when you didn't do what he ordered so? Simple solution he just spread your leg by himself. "Da-daddy! No! Ah! Cold!" Your sensitive body feels it. 

Aether smirks at you and slowly get down on your pussy level "Ouhh baby, if only you can see how adorable this is" he slowly pulls your panties till it reaches your ankle and let the rest fall  by itself. Your body tremble and shake as more tears came out of your eyes, your chest heaving up and down. Aether pulls apart your puffy pussy with his thumb and slowly blows on it, making you clech the desk as hard as you could "Daddy! Please don't do that! Am sensitive! So-so cold! Daddy please sto-stop blowing on it" Aether looks up at you for a second before putting his attention back on your pussy. "Princess, your pussy is mine. I do whatever I want with it okay? ...Just a small reminder" he said calmly before hitting your pussy "ngh! Ah! Nooo!" More juices came out as your pussy throbbing around nothing. Aether laugh and gave a little lick to your clit, making you immediately squash his head with your delicious thigh " daddyh! Oh gosh! Daddyyyh s-stop! Please stop teasi-teasing me!!!". Aether shakes his head before insert two of his finger to your puffy pussy, he fumble with your clit with his thumb. 

"Ngh!!!! Aahhn! Hah! Uhnnn!!! Daddy oh! Daddy please!  Yes! Oh daddy" your body tremble and shaking as you throw your head back. Aether enjoy the scene unfolding In Front of him, your flushed face... "Shh, is okay baby, daddy's here" more sniffles and whines rips out from you. He inserted more finger in you, making an upward motion, making sure to keep hitting the spot where you see stars "aahh!!!!! Daddy!!! Oh! Ohh there! Ah! Wanna-wanna cum please please" your stomach tightens as your leg spreads a little wider, your body twitching forward, you puff out your chest, bending your back and squirt all over.

Aether lets out a chuckle "Keep going baby it's okay, ohh you're doing great huh, look at all this sweet juice" you cannot deal with it, his dirty words. You whimper and cry as you slowly come down from your high. Aether slowly strokes your pussy, trying to calm your now throbbing pussy. "good job baby, good job princess. Such a good job for me" he picked up your trembling body and sat you down on top of his thigh, stroking your still fucked out face as he try to ignore his painfully hard cock inside his pants. 

Oh how he loves to ruin you now... But he has to be patient. Poor you will break if he insert his long cock now.. although it is not a bad idea, Aether still noted how sensitive you are... It's fine, he has plenty of time to build your sensitive tolerance. For now, he'll let you take a rest.

[lvrhughes]

I love you but I love sleep more | L. Fantilli

word count: 0.9k

Pairing: Luca Fantilli x gn!reader

summary: you get into UMich and surprise Luca

warnings: none?

requested: no

not my gif!

You had known Luca and Adam your entire life, growing up down the street from them. You three were almost inseparable, it was always the three of you, but you had somewhere along the line grew closer with Luca. it was a more intimate closer, like Adam was still your best friend but Luca was a bit more. That was until they went off to UMich. Them getting in before you, it was a year after both of them that you had made it in, but you better believe how excited your parents were to have the three of you reunited at university. 

“I’m going to miss you so much!” your mother was crying into your shoulder, she had come to drop you off, claiming she’d be fine, and now she wouldn’t let you into the doors of the school. 

“Come on mom, it’s just a few months, then i’ll be back for the breaks.” you managed to get her off of you and into the school to find your dorm and classes in a shocking five minutes. 

You knew that Luca and Adam would find you but you were hoping you could find them first, the world was not on your side.

“Y/N!” you knew that voice anywhere.

“ADAM!” you yelled back, running towards him. He opened his arms and you jumped into him, the force almost knocking him over. 

“What’re you doing here?”

“I got in.” you beamed at him , looking up to his smiling face.

“No way. Luca’s going to flip.”

“Adam please don’t tell him yet, I want to surprise him. Where is he?”

“In his dorm. I’ll take you, you want to go now?” 

“No I’ve got to find my dorm, and then we’ll go”

So he followed you around the school, helping you find your dorm, meet your new roommate, and find your classes for tomorrow. 

“Okay, let’s go!” you egged Adam to lead to Luca, pushing him forwards.

“Okay Okay, calm down.” 

You learned that Luca’s dorm wasn’t too far from your own, only about five minutes away walking. 

“Okay, I’ve got to go, I’ve got an early morning practice” And with that Adam disappeared, leaving you alone at Luca’s door. You hadn’t even realized it was so late until you looked at the time because of Adam’s leaving, 11:54pm. Was Luca even awake?

That was quickly answered by the light coming from under the door. Would he even want to see you right now?

Oh well. You knocked on the door, waiting impatiently for his answer. You heard footsteps come towards the door and a muffled “who the hell is here at midnight?” before the door opened. There he was, longer hair since that last time you’d seen him, but still as beautiful as you’d remembered. 

“Y/n?” He looked tired and confused.

“Surprise?”

He didn’t hesitate another second before pulling you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. You pulled your arms over his shoulders, snuggling into him. 

“I missed you” he mumbled into your hair, loving the soft feeling. 

“I missed you too” 

He pulled you into his room, closing the door behind. He continued dragging you until you both fell into his bed, him falling on top of you.

“Luca, what are you doing?”

“I love you but I love sleep more.” 

You laughed at his answer, he was already falling asleep on you.

“Luca, I’m still in my jeans”  he groaned at that, getting up before walking over to his closet, pulling out sweats and a random tee-shirt for you.

“Here” he mumbled, throwing the clothes at you, you laughed at his sleepy actions. 

So you changed per his request, the shirt falling long over the sweats, but it was comfy. 

“You know I should be sleeping in my own room my first night on campus.” you giggled when he pulled you back down. 

“Wait? You’re going here now?”

“Yes Luca” you laughed. He smiled, he was pretty.

“I like your face” slipped out before you could stop yourself, he had a small blush cover him and his smile widened.

“When was the last time you slept?” He asked, seeing the dazed look in your eyes, and the slight panic when the words slipped out. 

“Um” he laughed at that, the tiredness was suddenly overcoming you after he pointed it out. 

“Go to sleep Pretty.” he whispered, his voice soft, almost lulling you further into sleep.

“Pretty?” you asked, fighting off sleep. 

He chuckled, pulling you into him more.

“Come on, don't tell me you're that oblivious.” he had a light tone to his voice, amusement almost. 

“What’d you mean?” confusion was washed over your face, maybe you were that oblivious.

He again just laughed in response, a bit of embarrassment filled you. 

“I love you” was all he said.

“I love you too…?” Your voice wavered with confusion.

“I love you. More than a best friend.”

You smiled, he looked a little nervous after saying that, but smiling at him calmed him. 

“I am in love with you, Luca” Those words made him the happiest he’d ever been right then, he didn’t even think he just pulled you as close as possible and kissed you. 

The kiss surprised you, taking you a moment to melt into it, you and Luca fitting together perfectly. It was like puzzle pieces, finally being connected. When you had to pull away for air you rested your forehead against his, regaining your breath.

“Okay Pretty, you need to sleep.” he mumbled against your lips before giving you one more kiss. Then moving so his arms wrapped firmly around you and your head was on his chest, sleep falling over the both of you almost instantly.

[gadriezmannsgirl]

My Champion -P.G

They all look so beautiful with the LaLiga title on their hands, they deserve it!

Warnings: Suggestive content.

Summary: Your boyfriend is LaLiga winner officially.

You were smiling hard, your cheeks hurted but you never dared to stop it. Pablo hadn't played today because he was suspended but he was there at Camp Nou with you by his side and when he told you he was changing into his kit you were full excited to see him finally lifting one of the throphies he had dreamed about of, while being a child. His dreams becoming a reality.

And you were fucking proud of him and of everything he has achieved in so little time.

You cried of joy when you saw Busquets lifting the throphy as the guys and the whole blaugrana fans, including you, yelled out of happiness as the club won once more, along with Gavi's family, all of you crying and from happiness watching the spectacle.

Finally after a little while, you were able to go down, you waited for Pablo's family to go down first as you congratulated other players but when you were done, you instantly searched for your 5ft 8in brunette who was taking a pic, with his parents and his sister.

"Amor, come here" He called you and made a spot in between him and Aurora. You quickly got in between them and the man snapped a few pictures, of Pablo and his parents. Pablo and Aurora. The whole family. You with him and his parents. You with him and Aurora and then eventually he asked for something

"¿Me tomas una con mi chica, por favor?" (Can you take me one with my girl, please?) He asked his eyes instantly meeting yours as you smiled at each other, when the photographer nodded you passed your phone to Aurora to take pics on your phone.

"Felicidades, mi niño" You said as soon as you got next to him, grabbing one of the handles of the trophy, Pablo quickly wrapping his free arm across your waist to pull you into him. You both smiled to the cameras when you got your pic, you grabbed Pablo's face and kissed his cheek, he laughed turning his head to you and smashed your lips together for a few seconds "You don't know how proud I am of you, Pablo" You said with tears on your eyes

"No, no llores" (Don't cry) He said shaking his head whilst looking at you with a small smile

"I can't help it" You chuckled "They're happy tears, I promise" One of the guys, precisely Ansu came to grab the throphy and get a pic by himself too, which Pablo gave him after you congratulated him with a big hug and a kiss on his cheek. Aurora also gave you your phone back as you thanked her with a smile

When Ansu left, Pablo grabbed you by the waist as you turned around, pulling him in another hug.

"Te quiero tanto" You smiled and whispered in his ear

"Y yo a ti mi princesa hermosa" He pulled you into him tighter "Thank you for always being here with me"

"You don't need to thank me, Pabs. I'm always going to be there for you, mi niño" Your hand goes up to play with his hair lightly, Pablo kissing your neck a few times. You hug him tighter wanting to be close to him in every moment.

"Your first LaLiga, mi amor" You say happily "And the many more who will come" He smiled

"And all of them with you by my side, mi niña" You smile pushing yourself off of him before grabbing his face in your hands and kissing his lips quickly and repeatedly.

"As much as I love the two of you together, you need to stop kissing and take the PDA to your shared apartment" You laughed at Aurora, separating from him but Pablo still had his arm around your waist.

Belén quickly threw herself to Pablo once more as you stepped aside giving them a bit of space, you felt Aurora's arms around you as you smiled returning her hug.

The ceremony was ending and everyone was slowly leaving, so Pablo after taking a few pictures with his mates went towards the four of you were talking

"Gonna stay at ours tonight?" Pablo asked with one arm around your shoulders and when he received a nod he smiled "I'm allowed to cheat on my diet today" You all laughed

"¿Hamburguesa?" You ask smiling as Pablo nods "Let's go then, familia" They all smile as you start walking towards the tunnel. Eventually Pablo had to change out of his kit, but he gripped your waist not letting you leave "Everything's good, mi campeón?" You whisper wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he nods

"Everything's perfect, mi princesa" He kissed your cheek before joining your foreheads together

"Good to hear that, because you only deserve the best, tonight's a prove of it. I'm one hundred percent sure you will have everything you want, Pablito and I'll be there for you being incredibly happy and proud" He smiled pecking your lips as you blush

"Everything I want?" He whispers with a devilish tone as you quickly caught on what he wanted

"Si, everything you want" You smile before pushing your face away a little "But that won't happen today, señorito" His face fell

"Why?"

"Your parents are staying at ours and meanwhile they know we do it, they exactly don't need to hear us going at it or anything like that"

"We can be quiet" You roll your eyes shaking your head

"We can be everything but quiet, Páez"

"WE ARE!" You laugh kissing his lips

"Sure, sure. We'll find that out later. First you need to change so we can eat because I'm hungry"

"Can't have my baby hungry, can I?" You shook your head as you chuckled

"And then when we come home, we'll figure that little thing out for you to have your especial celebration tonight" You whisper against his lips, pecking them thrice

"Can't really wait"

"I don't see you changing" He groaned grabbing his jersey and taking it off, throwing it softly at your face which you grabbed with your hands and pulled it in your arm "I'll wait for you at the car" You said smiling and jogged a bit towards the 3 Páez Gavira

"¡Oye!" You turn your head "Te amo" Your smile widened, you winked at him and blowed him a kiss, catching up with his family

"Yo más"

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld

[sunnie-writes]

love story (taylor's version)

pairing: wally darling x reader

tags: fluff, extremely romantic, established relationship and a secret tag!!

reader's pronouns: they/them

plot: Wally had the perfect date planned for you, with the help of everyone in the neighborhood, he could only hope for the best outcome of a special surprise made just for you.

sunnie, talk that talk: okay, so, MY MIND WOULDN'T LET ME SLEEP IF I DIDN'T WRITE THIS BEFORE LIKE OH MY STARRRSSSS, I NEEDED TO GET IT OUT OF MY SYSTEM SO BADLY. anyways, hope u guys enjoy as always, have a great reading sunshines <33

You checked your outfit five times in the last minute, trying to find a way to make it look even nicer.

Wally had, suddenly, decided to take you out on a date for the night. He only spoke about having a picnic to watch the sunset, claiming that he just really needed to have you by his side that day.

That was no problem, you would be by his side until the world ended and you were nothing but another skeleton under the dirt.

Still, you wanted to look nice! The best you could. Even after being his partner for such a long time, you couldn't help but still feel the butterflies whenever he talked to you, hugged you or kissed you. Having a crush on your boyfriend surely was one of the things that would never end.

Julie couldn't help you tonight, apparently, she had to work on some stuff that was really important. That was okay, you thought before noticing how hard it was to fix yourself without the help of your personal stylist.

You heard a knock on the door, he was here already?! In a hurry, you finished putting on your shoes/heels and left the house, completely forgetting to even bring a coat.

The first sight you had after leaving was Wally, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"For you, my dearest." He spoke, eyes staring right back at yours.

"Oh my!" You grabbed the bouquet, smiling and blushing like a teenager in love. "Thank you, they are lovely."

"Just as lovely as you." Wally kissed your cheek and held your hand.

You chuckled while hiding your red face in the bouquet. What a charmer. He pulled your hand, walking both of you to a specific area, and that was Poppy's garden. Fairy lights illuminated the place, a table rested with two chairs on the center of the yard. Candles sat on top of the table, giving it a romantic atmosphere.

"Oh my stars... Wally..." You had your hand covering your mouth.

"Did you liked it?"

"Don't be silly, I loved it."

He smiled softly, feeling proud of his work. Then, he went over to the table, pulling a chair and looking at you. Understanding the message, you chuckled before walking over there and sitting down.

"What a gentleman." You waved your hand like a fan while the other one settled the bouquet down by your side.

"Ha ha, only the best for my love!" He sat down by the other end of the table.

You decided to take a look on the table, surprising yourself. A bottle of champagne sat by the middle, two flute glasses being next to it. In front of you, a plate with your favorite dinner with a fork/spoon/chopsticks by the side of the dish.

"You somehow keep surprising me..." You looked at him. "Oh my stars, everything is... I'm way too amazed to find the words right now."

He chuckled at your reaction, leaving a smile finding is place on your face.

"Like I said, just the best for my beloved." He held his face with his hand, cupping it as he watched your expression turn into pure gratitude.

"Thank you so much for this, I'll love you even after the end of the world." You held your tears back, it was not the time to get so emotional.

"And I love you like Van Gogh loved the color yellow." Okay, he was gonna make you cry at some point.

He popped open the champagne, pouring ir into your glass and his. After that, you both started to talk about each other's day, you kept finding yourself mouth agape each time he came into intricate details about how he planned that afternoon for you. It looked like it was a long day for him, you laughed, were concerned, surprised and excited about each part of his story.

"So, you borrowed the fairy lights from Sally?" You looked over to the mentioned piece. "No wonder they looked so familiar."

"Yep, and it wasn't that easy to convince her, I had to tell her the surprise I was planning which made her immediately say yes." He chuckled.

"What surprise?" You questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Uh- oh! Look, the Sun is starting to set." He pointed to the horizon.

You immediately turned, seeing the sky mix into beautiful colors as the Sun slowly set it's way down. You didn't even hear the chair that Wally was sitting on moving from it's place, while he got up and moved to your side.

"Dear, could you look here, please?" You did as told, feeling the air evaporate from your lungs.

There, in one knee, was Wally. In his hands, a box with a beautiful diamong ring was opened to you. Tears started rolling down your cheeks.

"Y/N L/N, ever since I first met you, I knew I was a gone man. You held my heart at first sight, like a puppeteer holds the strings of their puppet. I was never able to hide how I feel, being a sincere man at soul and heart. So when I confessed my feelings, and you accepted them with such an angelic smile, I felt like I had won the whole world. Ever since then, I knew I was made for loving you until the world ended, I dreamed about this moment from the very first week that I was able to call you mine. But now, I feel like that's not enough, I need you to be with me in more than just a boyfriend and partner, I need to see you when I set myself to sleep and wake up by your side, I need to come Home after painting and have you receive me with a hug, or the opposite, I don't mind staying at Home all day if it meant you would come back at some point to let me love you for the rest of the day, repeating in a loop." Wally stared at you with love, care and adoration, which made you fail even more with holding back more tears as they freely fell from your face. "So, I now propose to you, will you make me the happiest puppet on the Universe for the hundredth time, and marry me?"

Your answer was a sobbed "I do". After that, he took the ring and put it on your finger. You admired each details of what symbolized his eternal love for you, and began crying even more.

Not being able to hold yourself back anymore, you jumped at him, making both of you fall to the ground. You captured his lips with a kiss and made sure to trail more of them all over his face.

By the window, your friends watched with tears in their eyes, Poppy being the loudest sobber of them all while Eddie and Frank hugged each other, Howdy and Barnaby looked absolutely relieved that everything went well and Sally smiled while shining her brightest. Julie, crying in pure joy, held up a polaroid camera and took a photo of you and Wally, kissing with the sunset sky being the source of light to your figures. With a permanent marker, she wrote on the white frame of the picture.

"They said yes!"

sunnie, talk that talk: OKAY WOW THAT WAS VERY RUSHED. i didn't beta read, so sorry for any grammar mistakes TT, but i hope you guys enjoyed it nonetheless!!

[softie-rain]

Sejanus Plinth who, on his first day of school in the Capitol, brought a box of cookies made by his ma' to share with his classmates. To make friends, she said.

When he offered them everyone refused: Festus lauged at him, Arachne called him pathetic. "We're not in the districts, we have food to eat here! But maybe you're not used to it?"

Sejanus ran in the bathroom, crying and hiding, hoping no one would find him. He just wanted to go back home, he hated that place and would have given everything to see District 2 again.

But Coriolanus Snow found him. Sejanus was sitting on the floor, and Coriolanus asked him if he was alright. Sejanus nodded, lying.

"You don't look fine."

"I am."

"Why are you lying?"

He didn't sound mean, simply curious. As if he was trying to understand Sejanus' reasons. He didn't reply, and the other kid dropped the subject.

"What are those?" He asked instead, pointing to the box of cookies next to Sejanus.

"Cookies. My ma' made them." He replied, sniffing.

The kid nodded and sat next to Sejanus, the box sitting between them. "I'm Coriolanus." He said, offering Sejanus his hand. He took it, reluctantly, and shook it. Why was he being so nice?

"Sejanus."

He saw how Coriolanus was eyeing the box and gently nudged it towards him. "You can have one, if you want. They were supposed to be for everyone but..."

Coriolanus shrugged. "Shame on them. More for us." He said, opened the box and grabbed a cookie. Sejanus shyly smiled and grabbed one for himself, eating it as he observed how slowly Coriolanus was biting at it, breaking it down in smaller pieces.

Coriolanus must have felt Sejanus' eyes on him because he turned around and met Sej's look.

Sejanus blushed but Coriolanus smiled, gulping down his cookie.

Maybe his first day of school hadn't been so terrible after all.