#and I realized neither of them weren't ready yet

[angelltheninth]

The First Day of Happily Ever After

Pairing: Vox x Fem!Reader x Valentino

Tags: nsfw, smut, flashbacks, anal, blowjob, comfort, new relationship, domestic fluff, teasing, height difference, referenced abuse

Word count: 1k

A/N: Another fic for @massivementalitynut.

"And this..." Vox kicked the doors open dramatically, "Will be your new room." The TV demon gestured around the red and blue hued bedroom Valentino was carrying you into. "Got your state of the art tech." With his logo on it of course.

Valentino grinned from ear to ear, already eyeing the bed and then your widening eyes. "Not to worry sugar, we won't break it tonight." He nuzzled his face against yours. His arms tightened around your body, pulling you close and looking you over, "Ah, Voxy, let's get Velvette on the call, this sweet little thing needs better clothes if she's gonna be living with us."

You were lowered gently on the bed, the two demons standing over you in a way that made you recall last night. How they slowly took your clothes off, how Valentino was the first one to push you down and straddle your face, teasing your mouth open with his cock before sinking it deep down your throat.

But he said he would give you a break for tonight. You were still sore after all. From last night you could tell that the two VV's had a huge sexual appetite but thankfully they also had each other to satiate it.

"Close your mouth. Otherwise this one might take it as an invitation." Vox elbowed a grinning Valentino who didn't deny the accusation, only shrugged and sat down next to you, his hat thrown to the side and wings unfurling around him like a cape. "Calling Velvette now."

Vox sat by your other side, a screen appearing in front of him, ringing once before Velvette's face appeared. "Ugh, now what are you two clowns up to?"

"Velvette! We got a little beauty here in need of more... VVV fit clothes." The tall moth demon gestured at you and then to Velvette, before his other hand grabbed your chin, "Just look at her pretty face. Don't you think the rest of her deserves to be just as pretty?"

"Hold on... is this the one you told me about? The chick you banged last night?" You cringed at the crude words, but you couldn't say it wasn't true. Even if you denied it you were pretty sure the ache between your legs, the marks on your thighs and back and tits were all fine proof.

"The one and only." Valentino purred as he kissed your cheek.

"Uhm... hello." You waived at the fashionista, feeling even smaller then before.

Velvette leaned in close to her screen, looking at you up and down. "Fine. I have nothing better to do today anyway. Bring her in an hour."

With a snap of his fingers Vox made the floating screen poof away in a wave of static. You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, the weight being lifted off your shoulders now that the last of the VVV's accepted you. The three of them were some of the most admired demons in the Pride ring, with good reasons. Impressing them was rather difficult, so you considered this your greatest achievement yet.

You let yourself fall back on the bed, "Thank you." You whispered.

"Hey, we ain't letting you freeload here sugartits. You wanna stay here you gotta work. We'll find something for you." A blue clawed hand pulled your sleeve up, revealing the handcuff marks, "Wow, you weren't kidding last night, you really do bruise easily."

"Which makes you prefect for us." Valentino's hands ran up your legs rubbing them up and down, not to arouse but to soothe you. "Well shit, you don't have to open your legs every time I touch you. Although it saves me a lot of time." He teased as he leaned in close and captured your lips in a kiss, licking over the bruise on it. "You whimper so nicely."

The two of them heard much more then your whimpers last night. You didn't know it was possible to moan so loud. You didn't know how good having both your holes fucked at the same time could feel. It took a while to get you ready, but neither Vox or Valentino cared how long it took as long as they got to come inside you at the end of the night.

"She's taking it so well, eh Val?" Vox grinned at his partner over your shoulder, his claws dug into your thighs, pushing you down on his cock while Valentino pulled you backwards at the same time.

"It's been a while since I've had an ass this tight. You really are a cute, innocent little thing aren't you. We'll make a slut out of you yet. By the end of the night even." He laughed low in his throat, setting a faster pace once he felt you relax around him, "We'll loosen you up."

You shook your head to get rid of these thoughts. You had a meeting with Velvette soon and you couldn't get there horny.

"We still got a bit of time. How about the three of us get into the bath?" Vox suggested, "Not for the kinky stuff, but you should get cleaned up before seeing Velvette. Trust me you do not want her to scrub you down. Parts of my back still have scars from that shit." As the TV demon shivered you couldn't help but giggle at his apparent fear.

Valentino picked you back up, his glasses falling down his face, "We could always clean you with out tongues if you prefer. You seemed to enjoy it last night." He flicked his tongue towards you, not expecting you to grab him and kiss him. "Mmm. So glad we picked someone so eager."

"Yeah, you do know how to pick 'em Val. And so do I." Vox gave him a little slap on the ass as he pulled both of you towards the big bathroom. "You're gonna love it here sweetheart, promise."

Your chest tightened with warmth, you already felt more welcome here then you ever did at home, both in life and in death.

[lesbojournals]

Three's A Crowd (Stucky x Reader)

Nobody at the Avengers compound knew about you, Steve, and Bucky. In fact, not even Bucky and Steve knew you were seeing them both. To be fair, you started your…situationship with them both on the terms that it wasn’t just them you were seeing, and that you weren’t ready to commit to a relationship yet.

It’s just that neither of them knew who was the other you were referring to. Or so you thought.

The night started like any other, you were in your sweats and a tank (your usual pajamas) in the kitchen making a bowl of ice cream for yourself. You added some whipped cream to your dessert and nearly jumped out of your sweatpants when a pair of hands met you from behind.

“How’s it going babygirl?” Bucky teased you, taking your spoon and eating some of your ice cream.

You jokingly scoffed, taking the spoon back. “Get your own ice cream, Buck.”

“What’s this I hear about ice cream?” Someone called, and that’s when the smile on your face was wiped clean off.

Steve entered the room, joyfully at first, until he made sight of Bucky’s hands around your waist. His eyes turned dark and he looked at Bucky, who just smirked back.

“So…” He started. “This is who you’ve been seeing.”

You pulled yourself out of Bucky’s arms. “I can explain-”

“No need.” Bucky interrupted. “We’ll be in my room.”

And with that note Bucky walked away from you and towards Steve, giving him a painstakingly long kiss before dragging him off and away from the kitchen.

The whole event shocked you so much you didn’t even notice you’d been making an “o” face, AND had dropped your spoon on the floor.

Your mind was swimming with questions, and without even thinking about your ice cream you left it behind, practically running to Bucky’s room.

“What’s going on?” You demanded as you entered, walking in on Steve and Bucky in a beautifully posed make out session.

Bucky had a small smile and Steve smirked at you.

“What do you mean, beautiful?” Steve asked.

You stammered as you came up with what to say next, the “guns blazing” technique not working to the best of its abilities. “Did you both know this whole time? Were you playing some weird twisted game on me? Are you two dating? Literally Steve, tell me, what’s going on?”

“Well,” Bucky spoke first, sitting up. He caused the blanket to shift down, making you just now realize they were both shirtless. “We kinda figured it out ourselves from the beginning–you weren't being very slick. Thought confronting you about it should come organically.”

Steve added to his comments. “Plus, we'd always been seeing each other. Hard to believe you hadn't noticed.”

“We thought you were just teasing us–” Bucky continued. “...turns out you're just a little lacking in observation.”

It was like a quick montage of moments between both Steve and Bucky flashed before your eyes. The wistful glances, the long touches, the soft smiles.

“Oh.” You were shocked by your own obliviousness. Had it really been that obvious? “I…I uh…I'm sorry.”

“What're you apologizing for beautiful?” Steve cocked his head to the side, almost daring you to look at the hickeys Bucky had clearly left behind.

You looked down at the ground, blush rising to your ears. “I shouldn't have been messing with you guys if you're a couple. I should've realized sooner.”

“Don't be stupid.” Bucky quipped. “You think either of us would have gotten with you if we didn't want to?”

“I…I don't understand.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “We want you to join us. Be with us. Romantically.”

Steve rushed to add more. “You don't have to say yes if you don't want to. Don't feel pressured. But just know that the option is out there.”

You took a deep breath. “Yea I…I think I'd like that.”

[somethingswift19]

Who? JJ Maybank x Tattooed (f) Reader

| Warnings: mentions of abuse, swearing, over protective JJ (mildly), alternative reader

| Summary: JJ noticed your medusa tattoo for the first time. All characters are in their 20s in this

| (a/n): I don't know how I feel about this ending. But I hope y'all enjoy!

You weren't like the others on Kildare Island. Technically you were a kook like Kie, but also like Kie you were a pouge through and through. Your dad was ex military and now worked for the local prison while your mom owned the only tattoo shop in the county. Due to this, your family tended to stand out which also meant you lacked in the friends department. That was until you met Kiara.

You and Kie had been inseparable since you met at the kook academy your freshman year. Neither of you wanted to be there but were forced by your mothers to attend. For her 16th birthday present, the two of you even got matching dolphin tattoos. Then when Sarah came along it became the three of you.

This led you to now. You were a 23 year old bartender at The Wreck, Kie's family restaurant, and the two of you had just gotten off shift. Running to the back you threw on your black "I <3 Hot Dads" hoodie, jean shorts, and red high top vans before throwing your messy, curly hair up into a bun. "Hey (y/n), are you ready?" your best friend yelled from the doorway.

"Yeah I'm coming!" grabbing your backpack, you followed her out. You had plans to meet the boys at the beach for a bonfire tonight after work. You had only met them a few times, and all of said times a certain blonde had caught your attention. Getting in the car you got settled but Kie didn't stop staring. "Can I help you?" you laughed.

"Oh no. Just wondering if you were gonna spend the whole night drooling over JJ again and not make a move like last time," she shrugged. Rolling your eyes you told her to just go.

Grabbing the beer out of the back, the two of you made your way towards the beach. "Hey girlies!" the familiar voice of Sarah Cameron rang out. "We were beginning to wonder when the two of you were showing up!"

"Blame the one who had to get ready before we came here," Kiara side eyed you before all three of you began to laugh.

"Listen! Is it a crime to want to look half way decent for my two besties other friends? I mean gotta make a good impression right?" you continued laughing.

"Yeah right. I'm sure it had nothing to do with the fact that JJ is here tonight," Sarah teased you causing you to lightly hit her in the arm as the three of you headed down to the sand. After reaching the firepit you got settled onto the soft sand sitting crisscross applesauce. "Where's Pope?"

"He had homework for his fancy college program," the blonde boy you had been looking forward to seeing all night responded as he sat down next to you and handed you a beer. Nodding your head you took a swig out of the bottle you had been handed. The other three in the group were busy talking about something Sarah's brother did when JJ leaned over and broke the silence between the two of you. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you don't look like anyone I've ever seen around here." You gave him a funny look before he quickly added, "Like it's a good thing! It's cute! Just very different!"

A blush formed on your freckled cheeks, "Thank you...I Think." He was right though. You had long curly black hair with tiny bits of green throughout, both sides of your nose pierced along with your septum, and both ears pierced all the way up. Not to mention the tattoos. Yet you still had a sweetness or "innocence" to you.

"You're welcome!" he smiled proudly to himself for causing the pink tinge. "Now tell me about your tattoos!"

"Well what do you wanna know?" You inquired. The two of you being so wrapped up in your own conversation to realize the other three had left you two alone.

"Well for starters, how many do you have?" genuine curiosity was shown on his face. You fascinated him. "I mean I can see you have your traditional patchwork leg done here, but do you have any more?"

"Well," you began. "I have my leg sleeve (of course), then I also have a full arm sleeve, and one down my side. And then a secret one that matches Sarah and Kie's." you smirked before beginning to giggle when he looked astonished.

"We are gonna circle back to the mystery tattoos later!" the blonde boy exclaimed. "But can I see your sleeve?" You nodded with a hint of reluctance only because of one tattoo. You took off your hoodie so you were only in your tank top. JJ began examining all of the colorful pieces you had but quickly stopped when he saw the medusa adorning your upper arm. His face went from curious and playful to stern. "Who?"

"It's really not important," fixated on the fire you really were hoping to not have this conversation yet. You were always cold but the hoodies also helped keep that hidden.

"You can talk to me," his blue eyes softened. He didn't want to push you but wanted to at least offer. "My dad...he used to beat the shit out of me. I used to blame myself. Would convince myself that I deserved it somehow. My fiends helped snap me out of that."

The two of you sat there in silence for several minutes before you brought yourself to open up, "It was my ex. He had a hard time taking no for an answer." JJ didn't say anything but just let you confide in him. "But before that, I went through something similar to you. My dad was an angry guy. I remember showing up to school with black eyes and having to have my friends cover for me. Then when I was 16, things got particularly bad. He slapped me so hard I fell down and he stormed out. Said 'He should have left me and my bitch of a mom a long time ago'...he came back the next morning in tears and never laid a hand on me since. So then when my ex did what he did, it just brought out suppressed memories."

JJ immediately brought you into a hug while wiping a tear off your cheek, "I am so sorry." You looked up into his beautiful baby blue eyes when the two of you leaned in. He kissed you so gently and tasted so sweet you thought you were in heaven. That was until he whispered onto your lips "So what are these secret tattoos the three of you girls share?" Laughing you buried your face into his chest.

"It's so embarrassing," you blushed as he started to chuckle right when the other three showed back up from what looked like swimming. "Oh! Just in time! (y/n) here was just about to enlighten me on these secret tattoos of yours!"

"Don't do it!" and "She was not!" were said in unison by other two.

"Come on guys we should tell them," you smiled and you all three agreed. "Ok, so just know the three of this did this to celebrate graduating high school. We were young and dumb."

"Oh this is gonna be good," John B mumbled.

"We all have a different fruit," Sarah continued.

"On each of our asses," Kiara finished. The two boys burst out laughing.

"Are you being for real?" John B asked. "I mean I knew about yours Sarah, but all three of you?" he couldn't hold back the laughter anymore.

JJ leaned over and whispered just to you, "I can't wait to see what yours is." Causing you to once again turn bright red. You knew you were in trouble with this boy when he just smirked down and kissed you again saying, "You're too damn cute when you blush like that."

[atimeofyourlife]

A love written in the stars

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: Valentine's Day | rated: t | wc: 850 Steve always had bad experiences with Valentine's Day. Eddie makes him change his mind.

Steve had always hated Valentine's Day. Ever since he was a little kid. Because his early- only- experiences with it was an attempt to buy another's love. His father would always go overboard, showering his mother with attention and love and expensive gifts. Buying her love and loyalty for another year before going back to his mistresses by the end of the week. So by the time he was old enough to understand Valentine's Day, he already had a strong distaste for it.

Once he was old enough to start 'dating' it all fell on him. From when he was twelve, if he was even vaguely involved with a girl he was expected to get her a card and flowers or chocolates. Even when there was nothing more between them than holding hands at lunch and maybe a kiss on the cheek. He'd be lucky to get a scribbled note in return.

Once he was in high school and actually interested in dating and girls, Valentine's Day started to feel very transactional. He would put in cards and flowers and dates with expensive gifts, and he would get affection and maybe sex in return. But he knew deep down if he didn't go all out with it, they wouldn't be interested. Most of the girls around him wanted an experience they could brag about, not anything with commitment.

With Nancy it felt different. He knew she wouldn't want anything too big and out there. So he had a card and a single rose for her at school, with a candle lit dinner that he'd made that evening, with a full bunch of roses. A sweet date without any expectations for the evening. She'd got him a card and some chocolates in return. The date seemed to go well, but as the evening went on, Nancy started to pull away, the grief of losing Barb eating at her from the inside, making her feel guilty for doing something that Barb would never get to do. So the evening ended early with him comforting her and then dropping her home early. He knew it wasn't her fault, that she was suffering and struggling with her trauma, and he didn't blame her for the evening not going the way he'd planned it. But, when he got home to see the half eaten dinner that he'd worked so hard on, he couldn't help feeling that there was something inherently bad about Valentine's Day. It felt like it was almost cursed for him.

The years after Nancy didn't get any better. He tried to stay away from the spending a lot of money style of Valentine's plans, and focused more on the romantic, meaningful style dates. But once his dates realized he wasn't going to be showering them with expensive gifts, they lost interest. Often making excuses to leave before the date had run it's natural course. It made him want to just give up on Valentine's Day.

But then Eddie happened. Neither of them mentioned any plans for Valentine's Day. Steve was thinking of treating it just like any other day. Get up, go to work, come home, eat dinner together, have sex, then fall asleep. And to start with, Eddie seemed to have the same idea. The day started normal, a lazy morning make out session before they both had to hurry to be ready to leave on time for work.

When Steve got home, the table was scattered with folded paper stars. He didn't know what to make of it. He was so caught up in it, he didn't notice Eddie coming up behind him until his eyes were covered.

"You weren't supposed to be home just yet. No peeking." Eddie said, steering Steve into the bedroom and pushing him down onto the bed. "Now stay here until I call you."

Steve didn't get a chance to reply before Eddie had left the room again.

He wasn't alone for long before Eddie came back to him. "It's ready now."

Steve followed Eddie back to the kitchen. Plates already on the table with what looked like take out from their favorite restaurant. The room lit only by the star shaped lights that had been hung all over the kitchen.

"Ed's, I-" Steve didn't know what to say. He just wasn't used to a partner making an effort for Valentine's Day.

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby. I wanted us to eat under the stars, but it's too cold to eat outside, so this is the next best thing." "I. I love it." Steve choked out, unsure what else to say.

"And each one of these stars," Eddie picked one of the paper stars up, holding it between his thumb and finger, "is to remind you how much I love you. I know you don't have great experiences with Valentine's Day. But every time you feel like you deserved the way all those girls treated you. Open one of the stars. Each one has a message inside, reminding you that you are so loved."

Steve couldn't help the tears that were welling up. "I love you."

the paper stars are these origami wishing stars:

[hotxcheeto]

hi love! it’s me again! i’m resubmitting my request. there would be an established friendship but abby decides to take it to the next level and realizes that she’s the one the reader needs to keep them in check. i was wondering if you could possibly write a brat tamer!dom! abby anderson with a brat!female reader where the two are out on a mission and the reader is constantly complaining and not listening to abby to the point where there mission is almost jeopardized and once they get to a safe enough place abby finally handles the reader’s attitude and puts her back in her place by spanking and edging her.

━ 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader 

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, SMUT, porn with a lot of plot, abby and reader kill some infected, reader gets injured and falls through a floor halfway, mentions of blood?, vaginal fingering ( r! receiving ), oral sex ( r! receiving ), dom/sub nature, spanking, degradation, edging, kissing, dom!abby, bottom!reader

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - so sorry this took months i see you all the time in my notifs so thank you for sticking around lol!! I hope you enjoy, ily and ty for being patient <3

PLEASE REBLOG MY WORK! LIKING DOESN’T BOOST!

The original argument lasted longer than either of you initially thought. But it was Abby's fault, she was the dick.

At least, that's how you explained it to Manny, when he asked why neither of you would look or even acknowledge the other the entire first briefing. Your arms crossed, and her brows furrowed.

"Alright, what's with you both?"

He had asked, but neither of you responded, the only moment he knew you'd actually heard him was when Abby rolled her eyes and stalked away like a big grouchy asshole.

It was technically supposed to be a group supply collection, until everyone else had backed out and decided it was too far from base for their liking, and too many things happened to go wrong out there.

Yet you and Abby didn't run away from the mission, and neither of you realized the other hadn't backed out. Until, it was just two of you left standing.

Leah had gotten you both to finally make up, but it was nearly for nothing. You still sarcastically responding to everything she said, and her sending you glares every time you said something she didn't like.

You were like an itch, a bratty presence that wouldn't disappear no matter how annoyed she acted. How many times she brushed you away, you always found yourself right back ready to drive her insane.

Like a moth to light, you were to Abby.

Look for the light, how ironic.

"Y/n." You heard your name, but you were focused down at the broken compass you always used. The one that Abby had broken in a drunken fit of idiocy while you were hanging out with her.

The moment that had broke the already present tension you had between you. Originally it was something else, but now for you both it was anger, anger you were conveying from your original feelings.

The feelings you weren't sure you knew the name of.

"Y/n!" You jumped, turning to see Abby coming up to your side. "What?" You yelled, frustrated already before looking back down at the broken compass. "It's still not working?" "No, all thanks to you of course." "I already said I'd get you a new one." "Doesn't matter, I liked this one."

Abby rolled her eyes, walking beside you towards the armory.

"I didn't mean it and you know it." "Still sucks, I really liked it." Abby's face seemingly fell, the girl deciding silence was better than speaking as she followed you.

Walking while messing with her hands, you noticed her muscles were more exposed due to her choice of tank top to battle the humid air. Your gaze lingering on her form that strutted off, talking to one of the guys running part of the ammo station while he handed her a few boxes meant for the both of you.

You couldn't help your wandering eyes, but hurriedly pulled them away when she turned towards you. Seeing you instead staring off at a few guys nearby cleaning some of the guns.

"Y/n, let's move."

And again, it was silence between you both, only a few huffs passing your lips gaining the blondes attention each time and growing her annoyance all the same.

"Quit pouting, this'll go faster without you sulking the entire time." You took a look at her, then huffed louder, smiling like an idiot as you did so.

"Sorry, couldn't hear you over the sound of my sulking. What was that?" Abby stared at you, anger resting right behind her pupils while you grinned in triumph, looking in front of you.

"Look at that, we get a truck." "The drive is almost three hours long." You looked at her once again, this time your jaw threatening to fall from your face. "Tell me you're fucking kidding." "Nope, better make yourself comfortable, shithead." You groaned,

"Fuck me."

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

But it wasn't nothing, it was something Abby thought and replayed in her mind nearly the entire drive, glancing at you in the passenger seat every now and again. Your leg up on the dash and the rest of you layed back while you held a book Abby recommended to you in your hands.

Your pants stuck to your legs, shaping your thighs and hugging your calves. Abby stared for a moment too long, looking forward again to ignore the feelings swirling around in her chest.

The rural area around was desolate, rainy but the fall colors complemented the gray sky above. A perfect day to stay inside, you'd said once, Abby recalling the memory of you both laying on the couch in your room and reading cringey book passages back and forth to each other.

"Do you still have those CD's in here?" You glanced to her, meeting her eyes for a split moment before looking away. "Am I a ghost?" "You borrowed my last one, asshole." "Hey, language."

"What? Did I offend the book?" You marked your page, throwing the book beside you and onto the cupholders. Sitting up to look out the windshield.

"We almost there?" "Yeah, just relax." You turned to her, kicking your feet back and forth before glancing at her hand on the steering wheel.

Her knuckles slightly white, little scars surrounding them. Some of them you remembered when she'd gotten, a few you'd patched up yourself while out in the field.

"I can't Abby, m'bored." You then looked at her face, eyes focused on the road but you could see the gears turning in her mind.

"You have so many freckles." You poked the skin at the top of her cheek, right near her eye causing her to nearly wink. Scrunching the side of her face.

"Quit." "How much longer?" "Not long." "That isn't an answer Abigail."

You leaned back against the seat again, legs doing what they want as you looked out the window at the falling raindrops and trees. Bored out of your mind at the amount of nothingness mixed with overgrown empty.

Then you began to see building frames, many building frames, shorter in style than the heart of Seattle. But you could tell some where apartments, motels, stores and such. All taken by mother nature.

It was a town, or a city, the size couldn't be accounted for because of the rolling hills and trees that had made their home right in the heart. But there was something nostalgic about the town, then again it also reminded you of everything else in the world.

It was just another place.

You looked away from the glass, then at Abby. Focusing on the passing scenery in her eyes, going by as quickly as the truck moved.

"Abby..." You dragged her name out, nail tickling at her forearm to get her attention. "Bored." "We're here." "We are?" You glanced out the window again, looking around at the apartments you'd parked in front of, seemingly abandoned.

"I don't get it, why are we here?" "Isaac hid supplies here, and we need them." You raised your eyebrow. "Why hide supplies three hours from base? Added, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing?"

Abby turned the truck off, looking at you, keys jingling in her hand.

"It's a plan B, incase anything happens. Idiot." "Pretty far plan B. Are you positive we're in the right place?" You looked out the window once more, unsure with the building. "And don't call me an idiot, idiot."

You opened the truck door, stepping out into the crisp autumn air that sent a shiver up your spine. Your breath just able to be seen in front of your face. Your sweater did everything to keep you warm while walking up to the decrepit frame that was once a bustling home for people.

"It's strange, there's only one building around." "There's not just one." Abby came to your side, pointing passed the trees to other 'buildings' if you could even call the framework of what was a 'building'.

"Huh, 'kay let's go." You moved to skip forward, Abby instead gripping your arm to a pause. "Are you crazy?" "What? Where's Miss Cocky at? C'mon, I'm bored." Abby rolled her eyes, taking a few things out of the back of the truck from underneath the tarp.

One of the things being your backpack.

"Here-" You shoved passed, grabbing your own things before smiling at her. "Thanks, let's go." "Really?" You shrugged, meeting her gaze that was nothing but a glare. "What?"

"Wait for me." "Thanks, but no thanks. You're driving me nuts with this motherly act."

Abby hurried to grab her own things, rushing after your form that disappeared into the building.

Your eyes danced around the tattered wallpaper, molded photos on the wall and your boots brushing against plants that had grown through the floor.

The entire place smelled like an old persons house, antique décor on every inch of table space. It was quiet, too quiet for the area that Abby had described, having been out here plenty of times with Isaac. But it didn't seem like the picture you had.

This place couldn't be that bad. It was nice, like a movie, well, that was what you thought.

"Yeesh." You whispered, walking into a conjoined room, a fancy lobby area with a dusty chandelier becoming your new surroundings. A tiny smile on your face as you spun around.

The entire place was dark wood, like a manor, only it was an apartment building. The art like the renaissance, or what Abby had taught you of the time. The paintings she'd shown you, along with stories of the major scientists and their discoveries.

All of it came out in the rooms, building with large windows, though the glass was clouded and old.

It was beautiful.

"Are you kidding me?" Turning, Abby stood glaring at you from the doorway, backpack on and a scowl to complement. "What?"

"Do you have a Deathwish?' You walked up to her, swaying your hips before crossing your arms. "Nope. Just... quiet. Nothing how you said it would be." "That doesn't mean-" "Oh?"

You looked forward, spotting a nearby picture that sparked your curiosity, taking it into your hands.

"Aw, look, they're so cute. That one kind of looks like Ryan." Abby appeared behind your shoulder, her breath fanning your neck as she examined the photo. "Who's Ryan?" "Y'know? That cute guy in med? He stares at me every time we go to see Mel? You've never met him?"

Abby dreaded the fact that she'd even asked the question. Internally groaning and imagining herself banging her head against the wall. Your eyes practically turning to hearts at the thought.

"But... he's kinda creepy. I think I just like the attention." You set the picture down and looked at a door beside the table, going to grab the rusty golden doorknob.

"Wait." Abby's hand wrapped around your wrist, practically engulfing it. "We don't know what's in there, and unless you want your face eaten off, we should check." Looking down at her hand, you pulled away, shrugging. "What if I'm into that?"

Abby stared at you slightly flustered, not blushing, no, just reminded of her earlier thoughts of you. The ones she'd tried to shake away but couldn't seem to escape truck and it's thick air.

"I'd tell you to keep that to yourself." Abby stepped in front of you, gaining her cool personal once more while opening the door.

Inside were two insanely still runners, her eyes scanning for spores against the slight light coming through the windows.

"Right or left?" She'd asked, but you didn't care, beginning to creep into the room while pulling your knife from the side of your bag. The runner quietly muttering and crying to itself.

It's skin looked gray in the darkness, it's jacket ripped and torn. And as you rose to stab it, hearing Abby shuffling around behind you, you realized how much taller it was compared to your frame.

But nonetheless, you kicked the back of it's leg, watching it fall to its knees as you swung your knife into the flesh of its neck. Turning around once you were done whilst wiping your hands on your pants.

"Y/n, you can't just rush in like that-" "Seemed to work out fine. You take too long." Abby would've given everything in that moment for a chance to throw you out the window. "We didn't have a fucking plan."

"The plan was one of us goes right and the other goes left. You said it yourself." You looked around at the nearly empty room, once an office it seemed. "So, where are the supplies?" "Upstairs." You nodded your head, humming. "Upstairs. Great."

You went quiet for a moment, walking over to her before patting her shoulder.

"You got the heavy lifting, right?" You gave her that all-too familiar smile before making your way towards the decrepit looking stairs. Slightly nervous to take a step, you first pressed your foot down on the first stair, seeing it hold.

"Wait, idiot." You groaned, ignoring her demand and continuing upwards. "The stairs could collapse will you just f-" "Are you calling me fat?" You giggled, reaching the first landing, looking up at the second set of stairs leading to the second floor.

"That's rude, y'know." "Don't be a brat." Abby followed after, walking exactly where you had. She wondered if she should stop you, looking at the rotten steps that were created by the hole in the ceiling.

You didn't see them, she should stop you. Make sure you didn't trip.

But she didn't, she let you turn around and move to walk up them. Not realizing how rotten they really were, and how close the infected were to you both.

You were supposed to trip, not fall.

"Shit!" You fell through, only your legs and only halfway, but it had hurt and it wasn't the worst problem you had going for you. You looked down, your eyes stayed trained on where the lower half of your body was through the floor, not even hearing the screams of the few clickers flying out of empty rooms that were once their homes.

"Fuck, Y/n!" The sound of a gunshot brought you back from your struggle. Looking up to see a runner coming straight at your head, only stopped when a loud pop rang out and it fell to the ground. Red surrounding it's face.

"I can't reach." Your knife had fallen from your hand, just a ways away, you thought. Reaching out to grab it, the wood splintering and stabbing at your stomach.

You flexed every finger, trying your best to grab it. Only your middle finger doing the job to push it slightly closer.

The stairs than gave away a little more, making you sink deeper into the staircase. Legs dangling underneath you in the open air.

There were too many for Abby to handle, backing up every time one got to close to her. They began to ignore you, going for the one making the most noise while you struggled on the ground.

"Almost." It was a whisper of hope, getting the handle in your grip when a runner came barreling at you.

You could feel fear, you had before too. But there was something about the breath caught up in your throat mixed with the inability to move at all when your stomach dropped that tied it all together.

And yet somehow, you reached up, feeling the blade stab through the 'once a man's' Adams apple.

Then there was silence. A tense feeling in the atmosphere, but you only stared down at the dark flooring that kept you trapped.

"Told you to wait." "Fuck you." Abby crouched beside your upper body, almost assessing the situation while biting back a smile. "Are you bit?" "Would it make you feel better if I said yes?"

Abby's hand came out to take your backpack off, her other arm slipping under yours to keep you up.

"No. It wouldn't."

Once the bag was off, the hole was big enough to pull you back through. Abby pulling you upwards and helping you away and back on the landing.

"Why not? You've been praying on my downfall since we got in that car." You laughed, looking at your pants that had been ruined as you sat. "I'll be right back. Try not to die while I'm gone. Please? I'm not explaining to Isaac how I came back to find your body at the bottom of the stairs."

You looked at her, your stare giving her a reply wordlessly. Abby laughing to herself as she walked away.

And it wasn't long before she returned, to you, nowhere to be found.

Having found crates of supplies they could use to further their scavenging points. She was only happy to be one step closer to leaving.

And then you were gone.

"Y/n? Fuck." She said your name, whispering profanity to herself while avoiding the giant hole in the stairs. "Wher- really?"

You were propped up on the dusty couch, looking at a pamphlet for the nearby museum. Eyebrows furrowed and eyes concentrated as you read. Taking in information you'd probably never need.

Abby watched you for a moment, knowing you were blissfully unaware of her presence. That was until you turned your head.

"I thought you died." Was what she said, hiding the fact that she'd definitely been watching you, the comment making you laugh out loud.

"Me? Die? In your dreams. Find anything?" "Yeah, just need to move it. You good?" "Ankle is killing me, but the museum nearby has Picasso painting recreations, so that could help."

Abby couldn't even reply to what you'd said, causing you to giggle once more as she shook her head like a disappointed mom. Walking back upstairs with you close behind.

Carefully you both took the boxes out to the truck, Abby giving you a much lighter load than you realized. The blonde handing you the easier to carry boxes without you knowing. Watching you glance down at your ankle every now and again.

"How'd you know they'd only be on the second floor?" "The third floor is completely blocked off, the stairs collapsed and there was shit piled up at the top."

"I dunno how smart this hiding place was, but considering the stuff is here, I guess it was successful." The lip of the truck closed as Abby pushed it up, putting out her hand to nod to your bag. "Want that in the back?"

You nodded handing it to her.

"Maybe you are useful."

Abby tossed the backpack into the bed of the truck. Glaring at you from across the vehicle. "One of us has to be." You got in the truck, shutting the door, the silence becoming deafening once Abby did the same.

"God it's hard to breathe." You stripped yourself of the sweater, exposing your white tank top and warm skin to the air. Smiling at the cold brushing against your shoulders. "It's so fucking humid. Aren't you hot?"

"Will you shut it?" "Will you quit being an asshole?"

You looked over at her, leaning on the center console. Unintentionally giving her a perfect view of your chest resting in your bra.

"What's with you today? Last time I checked, it was your fault we were fighting." "Because you're a picky brat."

Abby started the truck, keeping her eyes on you the entire time.

"You don't like my personality?" You pouted, the rain suddenly picking up again outside. "Not today."

The truck began moving as Abby left the apartments. Seeing you slump back in your seat from the corner of her eye. Picking up your discarded entertainment and flipping the page.

"You should've listened to me back there," You let a puff of air pass your nose, laughter, as she continued, "you wouldn't have gotten hurt." "Well my bad, captain. Didn't know you were in charge of me."

"Stop talking to me like that." "Like what?"

The truck than came to a complete stop, nothing but trees around you both that could be seen outside the windows.

"What are you doing?" She turned the key, but didn't take it out of the engine. "Don't talk to me like you're in charge."

You laughed, but something changed when you seen her face. Dead serious, staring into your skull while you sat in disbelief.

"Who said I'm not-" "Me. Get in the backseat." You swallowed, smile slowly falling. "Wh-" "Did you hear me?"

With a short breath outwards you turned to climb into the overly roomy back seat, the one you'd slept in during the first two hours of the way here.

And now look at you.

Something out there was laughing at your predicament, and it was probably Abby.

"What if Scars run out of the woods and kill us?" "Let me worry about that." Abby knew it, not even the Scars came this far, but you didn't know that, and it didn't seem like you cared.

Your back hit the door as Abby climbed over you, her body shadowing your own. Your chest went tight, staring into her predatory eyes that seemed to have completely shifted from those you remembered earlier.

Not that you'd been watching.

Abby then leaned forward, catching your lips in a rough kiss that pushed your head against the window. The cold making contact with your scalp and then the back of your neck making you shudder.

You could taste her nearly gone Chapstick, plain, one you'd given her due to the cold sweeping in to take over the Seattle summer weather.

You wondered for a split second if she used it often, but then her hands slipped to your waist where your shirt had ridden up. And you'd completely forgotten everything you were thinking before. Just like that.

"You don't listen, do you?" You shook your head with a smile earning yourself a sharp grip to your thigh. "Use your words." "I don't." Abby then went to kiss you again but stopped.

She grinned like a maniac, though, when you moved to try and kiss her only for her to back away. An idea then popping into her mind while she moved to sit again the other door, right across from you.

You got the hint, sitting up on your knees, reaching down to take your tank top off, tossing it towards the front seats. Then, reaching behind you, you unclasped your bra.

Her gaze fell to your tits as you removed the garment and set it aside. Fingers slipping down to your jeans button, looking down for a second.

"I'm up here." Your head shot up, "Sorry." You mumbled, sliding them off of your legs, landing right back on your butt.

"C'mere." Abby motioned, allowing you to crawl into her lap, clad in only your panties. Her warm hands cupping your cold hips, slowly trailing upwards while her eyes raked over your body.

"Abby.." She hushed you, feelings your much smaller grip on her shoulders, keeping you up.

"Please.." You mumbled earning yourself a smack, a whimper of pain passing your lips. "Can't you be quiet? Forgot, you don't listen." You looked down seeing her fingers moving, getting another harsh spank.

"Eyes on me."

Her other hand moved down to push your panties aside, watching you struggle to sit still without squirming.

It was painful how much you wanted her, tight, holding you hips back from grinding towards her hand to stop the throbbing between your thighs.

You didn't even notice until she'd gotten so close to your heat, barely brushing over your slit. Slowly flexing her fingers upward to press against your clit.

Moving in slow, agonizing circles around and around. Your breath becoming labored and quick, Abby watching your chest move up and down.

"C'mere," She grabbed the back of your head, forcing you close enough for her to kiss you. Never quickening her pace on your cunt, instead to you it just felt like she was moving slower.

"You taste good, for being so stupid." She pulled just the slightest back, lips grazing against your own as she breathed. "You're so pretty when you're quiet. Where'd the dumb remarks go?"

You didn't answer, a finger slipping into your aching hole as a response.

"Good girl." It was like a song sung into the air that moved through you and right down to your belly. Feeling the words in your bottom half as a rushing heat passed over your face.

"But if you ever do anything like that again, it won't be anything out there that you'll have to deal with," she breathed, "Understand?"

You nodded before spitting out a strangled 'yes', silently pleading for her to move the single digit that rested in your pussy. Your own hands gripping her forearm like it was your last lifeline.

"I have to make sure now, don't I?" Her arm wrapped around your waist, pushing you to lay down on the backseat. "Bet Leah didn't expect this when she told us to make up."

Abby leaned down, sinking another finger in making you let out a choked noise. Spreading your legs further for her, her palm forcing your thigh against the back of the seat.

"Oh- oh fuck Abby!" Your head lolled to the side, watching her hand move in and out of your cunt. Her other than pressing down on your lower stomach, smiling when you gasped.

"Oh-" Was the only thing you could muster up as a response, feelings her fingertips running along your walls. "Please.." She moved closer to your face, curling her fingers as she moved closer.

"What?" Just as your stomach began to coil, you felt empty, whining at the loss of her hand when it appeared at your face. "Open up."

Your jaw went slack, taking her two fingers nearly right down your throat making you choke. Tongue welcoming her into your space.

"There you go." Abby chuckled quietly, her other hand moving down your bare hip. Your head felt stuffy, the entire car hot making it hard to breathe. Especially once she slid from your mouth, backing up to spread your legs again.

She dipped down, kissing your clit and making the rest of your body jump in surprise. Her hands grabbing and kneading at the skin of your thighs without a care in the world, like it belonged to her.

Like you belonged to her.

You could already see the bruises in your mind that you'd have from her harsh grabs. But the thought slipped away when she took a long lick up your slit, a much louder moan tumbling from your vocal cords.

"Oh my God-" And now you were sat to wonder why you hadn't thought of this sooner. You were certain she had, only coming to the final decision that this whole thing was premeditated when you met her hungry eyes looking up at you.

She was starved, like she'd been waiting with a meal in front of her for hours and wasn't allowed to eat.

You could feel her just barely touching your hole, sucking on your clit while her other hand ran along your inner thigh right beside your cunt.

"Abby..." Your fingers threaded through her blonde hair, pulling short pieces from her braid. "Feels s'good.."

Abby's eyes then glided to your tits, watching them rise and fall with each heavy breath. Your stomach flexing every time her tongue kitten licked your ball of nerves.

You could feel yourself coming close to the edge, so close, grinding your hips towards her face to find your release. But she pulled back, grinning at your impatience before her touch on your pussy was gone.

"Please, m'sorry.. more.." "What do you want?" One of your hands moved to her own that rested on your panty line, scratching at her fingers when she sucked harshly. Just to get a rise out of you.

"Fingers.. please Abby.."

"Since you asked so nicely. Turn onto your stomach." Your breath hitched as you did, her middle one slipped in just as soon as your body stilled. Instinctively clenching your cunt around her hand as if to keep her there. "Geez Y/n. Tight." You whimpered, her one digit moving in and out at an agonizing pace.

"You still like the med guy?" You shook your head with a gasp once she added another finger, her free hand moving from yours to slap your ass. "I bet you do, huh? Cause you just can't seem to shut up about him."

"I don't like him.." You pouted, lip quivering as you began to react to her words. "Don't be a liar too now." "M'not!" You whined defensively, another stinging smack to your behind making you let out a cry.

"Don't yell at me, say sorry." "M'sorry." You bit onto your forearm when she began going faster, running along your favorite spots. Sounds you didn't even know you can make spilling from your throat as she went as deep as she could possibly reach.

Curling inside you while watching with a smile.

"I'm sure you are." You began to get close once more, feeling the slow burning build up flood your lower belly, closing your eyes and hoping that you would be allowed to let go.

"But I don't know if you're sorry enough." She slowed once more, seeing your jaw clench from the throbbing need for her. "I am, I promise.." "Mmm, I don't know."

You sat up slightly, face sore from being squished into the seat, wanting so badly to feel her hands once again.

"I am, I swear, and I won't rush ahead anymore. I promise." You begged, pleaded, all while keeping your voice quiet to avoid another spank on your ass. "I won't do it ever again."

Her fingers began to move once more, the tips pressing against your walls. Going so slow, teasingly, never going faster.

"Abby... please, I'll be good I promise."

She knew you were lying, it's why she built it up once more. Maybe not in the moment, but you'd be your reckless self again at some point.

You were coming close, having already been before, her adding to the amount of fingers fucking you didn't help either. Three fingers moving at an ever lasting pace.

"Ah-" You said so quietly, quiet enough that it could be forgotten as a whisper, backing up just barely so that her knuckles brushed your ass.

"Don't get greedy, you said you were gonna be good." You hummed a whine, quietly apologizing to her while muttering her name.

"I'm..." You whimpered, feeling your stomach getting tight, every fiber or your body going tense and strained. Wanting so bad to let go, but you knew you'd be in trouble if you did.

"Abby... please.." Her fingers pulled back, her other hand caressing your ass cheek while she 'thought' to herself. "Flip over."

You complied, getting right onto your back once again, Abby leaning over your body to kiss you once more. Brushing against your lips while she pulled back to kiss your cheek.

"You're not gonna act like that again, not with me, understand?" You nodded adamantly, up and down quicker than she'd ever seen. "Yes, I understand. Please, please make me cum. I'll be good."

Abby slipped back in, leaning down to kiss your clit making your body jump. Fingers scissoring you open once more.

"Oh-" "Good girl. Spread your legs open wider, there you go." You did as she asked, leg pushed against the back seat while she finger fucked you. Tears welling up in your eyes from the sudden pleasure, from how fast she started to go, from the overwhelming feeling that flooded your entire lower half.

"Oh fuck- oh fuck- I can't!" Abby smiled, sucking on your clit just before she sat up, smashing her mouth onto yours in an intoxicating kiss.

Your mind then went blank, fuzzy and full of cotton. You felt your stomach snap before you prepared yourself for it, screaming against Abby's lips. Legs shaking and your body squeezing around her fingers.

You felt tingly, like you were floating for a moment in time. Like nothing existed at all, and never would.

"I-" You whispered. "There you go." Abby kissed the side of your head as you came, chest heaving with a mix of sweat and tears that had rolled down from your face.

"Oh fuck-" Your head fell to the side, looking at the front of the truck towards the windshield. "Abby.." You looked at her again, throat scratching and voice nearly silent.

"You did so good." She grabbed something from the center console of the truck, hurrying to clean you up as Abby realized how late it had began to get.

"I'm sorry." Your breathing was uneven, your mind fried from falling so far into your own world. Your emotions running wild while Abby held you up, helping you put your underwear back on.

"M'sorry for fucking up." "It's okay," She kissed your neck, "you gotta listen better." Her hand ran over your forehead while she reached to grab your discarded shirt, Abby's sight then focusing on the window, the rain coming down even harder than it had been.

"Ready to go?" She then asked, watching you shrug, your eyes becoming half-lidded and exhausted. "Just one more minute. M'tired." "I know, we don't have to go to med when we get back."

You hummed, still staring at the glass pane.

"Okay. You'll take care of me?" Your voice was soft, like you hadn't met her before. Shy, and quiet, no one would ever know you two had been arguing.

"Yeah." "Okay, m'sorry again." "It's over. Now sit up, you staying back here?" You shook your head, wiping stray years from your face that Abby missed. "No I wanna be up there with you."

"Be careful." "I got it, Abby." "Yeah, I'm sure you do."

[toruro]

idk what the game is called but you know that game where you put your hands behind your back and kiss your partner and see who can go longer without touching the other person. i can't stop of doing this with mingyu. because you just wanna tease and see how long he can last since he's always so touchy and usually over you with zero self control

too hot

pairing. k. mingyu x reader tags. suggestive, fluff

"what exactly am i getting out of this again?" mingyu asks, quirking an eyebrow as you settle down on his lap on the couch. you roll your eyes, pinching his cheek.

"my happiness," you tell him, but his huff tells you he'd like a better answer. "okay fine, you can cum inside me."

"babe," he whines, "i always cum inside you."

"touché," you reply cheekily.

"i'm serious! this is stupid," mingyu groans, placing his hands on your hips.

"hey," you frown, holding his wrists and lifting his hands off of you. "please...for me?"

"i wanna touch you," he states shamelessly, and you blush at his honesty.

"trust me, it'll be...cute. and fun," you tell him with a shrug. mingyu pouts, and you roll your eyes once again. "fine. i'll suck you off if you win," you cave in, although deep down you know that you'd end up doing that no matter the result, heat pooling at the base of your tummy just thinking about your mouth stuffed with his cock. fuck, you're making this harder for yourself.

mingyu grins at your proposition, nodding his head happily, putting his hands down on the cushions by your side. "ready?" he asks, and somehow it feels like the tables have turned as you shyly nod.

and now that mingyu has a goal in mind, he'll do anything to get what he wants. diving in to capture your lips, mingyu is hungry as he kisses you. it's so hot and desperate right off the bat that you're finding it difficult to keep up.

usually, you'd knot your fingers into his hair, let him use his own hands to guide you, control you—but now there isn't any of that as his tongue licks against yours. your hands by your side are growing ever so restless, and having them play with the hem of your shirt just isn't enough to keep them occupied.

now mingyu is pretty much in the same boat—he's driven by the idea of getting to possibly fuck your throat after this but now...now that's all he can think about. and all he want's to do is to shove a hand up your shirt, play with your tits, make you gasp 'n' moan 'n' have you on your knees for him but he realizes that until you give in, he can't.

his cock is throbbing at the thought of running his hands all up over you, yet that's the only thing that he can't do, and it's driving him fucking crazy.

but then mingyu feels you shift in his lap and he smiles against your lips. you aren't having an easy time either, and mingyu knows that neither of you will be able to hold out much longer.

you're growing wet, and mingyu's cock is growing harder and harder and—fuck—if he wouldn't already have your lips wrapped around his dick if you both weren't so stubborn—

you're both going crazy, but it's safe to say no matter who's winning, you'll both get what you want by the end of it.

[creedslove]

HEARTLESS 💔 - PART NINE

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

Summary: Jack wants to know more about your relationship which makes him want to pursue a new relationship on his own, but things aren't as easy as he thought it would be

(This is the ninth chapter of the HEARTLESS 💔 series)

• PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX | PART SEVEN | PART EIGHT

Warnings: angst, jealousy, jealous!whiskey, low-key jealous!reader, hurt, fluff,

A/N: Tinder what? 🤔🤠🤳

3.8k words

You knew Jack was awake and he knew you weren't asleep either, but neither of you dared say a word about what had just happened. Ever since your ex walked back into your life, you had spent quite a few hours just wondering how you would address the situation, you thought of a simple, harmless and non traumatic way to tell your son he had a father, and that his father was willing to be around, even if he wasn't before, and yet, once more your son baffled the two of you with his purity, his innocence and his ability of loving regardless of Jack deserving it or not.

You couldn't see the man's expression, but you were sure he was just as moved, not expecting it to be acknowledged so easily.

You had your arm wrapped around Wyatt's small body, facing his sleeping form, silently admiring him, pride and love burning so intensely in your heart. And then you felt Jack's big hand joining yours, entwining your fingers and taking your hand to his mouth, pecking it very gently, like the good southern gentleman he once was to you

"Thank you sugar, for allowing me to have this" his voice was full of emotions and it brought tears to your eyes, even if you had no plans in showing him. Eventually, with the silence in the room and only the rain pouring outside, you fell asleep. But sleeping next to a toddler isn't an easy task, you were used to it, of course, and you would be lying if you said it wouldn't be funny when Jack experienced that.

"Dada? Dada?" Wyatt's soft voice wasn't enough to snap Jack away from his slumber, so the little boy climbed his daddy's chest and squeezed his cheeks gently "dada!!!" He said a little louder and Jack widened his eyes, startled and alert at first worried some danger was right there, but relaxed the moment it was only his son's smiley face watching him "I want wawm miwk dada… pwease" he asked with sweet puppy eyes and Jack couldn't hold the wave of love that flooded his heart, his son was right there, snuggling him, at the same time he called him dada and asked for some milk. It was so domestic and adorable, something that Jack thought he would never be able to have and there it was.

He smiled big and wrapped his arms around Wyatt's small body, getting up and carrying him along "of course we can have some milk, son… that's essential for cowboys who want to grow stronger" he said in a low voice not to disturb you which brought a smile to your face, even if they couldn't see it.

Wyatt immediately clung to his daddy and giggled excitedly as Jack took him downstairs and began warming up his milk. He'd paid close attention to how you made Wyatt's warm milk the first night he'd spent with the two of you and once it was ready, he poured it into a small cup, it wasn't his usual sippy cup, but he figured Wyatt wouldn't complain. As the two of them waited for the milk to cool down a little, Wyatt rubbed his tired eyes and frowned softly at Jack, he was a curious little thing, his dad had noticed and he also knew he'd taken that after you

"Why dada no wive with mama and Wyatt?" He questioned and Jack swallowed, licking his bottom lip as he thought of an answer and for a moment he wished you'd be up and help him come up with an excuse, but then, Jack realized he had to answer that question alone, because now he was officially a dad, and he needed to step into this role and act as such, he couldn't run away from anything, so he stroked Wyatt's cheek

"Dada and mama had grown up problems, and dada made your mama cry and dada is very sorry for that" he finally handed Wyatt his cup seeing the liquid wasn't so hot anymore and smiled sadly at his son "unfortunately some families don't live together, so that's why dada lives here and you and mama live in the big city, but I love the two of you very much and this place will always be yours and mama's home too"

It didn't take much longer for Wyatt to fall asleep after he finished his milk, he hadn't asked much after his dad's answer, he liked to know he could be back to see the animals any time he wanted and after feeling all warm and full, he fell back asleep. Jack took him upstairs and placed him close to you, watching as you both slept peacefully. Once again, he cursed himself thinking of all the beautiful moments he lost because of how stubborn and cruel he had been to you. He could have had so many memories with his family, and while he admired your sleeping form and pretended for a brief moment you still belonged to him, he sadly thought of how you and Wyatt wouldn't have to leave in the early moment because his family would be by his side on his ranch and the thought that had been haunting him: how you wouldn't have 'someone' because by then he was sure he would've already married you.

As Jack got under the blankets, he couldn't keep mind thoughts from drifting back to what you had previously told you. You had someone, as in, you were dating someone. Someone that wasn't him. Jealousy was such an ugly color, but Jack Daniels was wearing it like a champ. He needed to know more about it. What was this guy's name? Where did you meet? Had he met Wyatt? He wanted to track him down, get his file, public records, criminal records, anything he could find and that he could dispose of and show you he wasn't a good person and that you should stay away. Jack wanted to be able to mend your broken heart and show you unlike this new guy whoever that was, he was the one who would have his arms open and ready to welcome you. He didn't even acknowledge the time he fell asleep, but he had sweet dreams about the family he wanted to have.

The next morning, Jack helped you take your bags to your car. He wasn't happy to see you and Wyatt gone, but he knew there was no other way to make you two stay a little longer, yet, he hoped that everything that happened and you had talked through would make it easier for him to visit your son. Wyatt finished breakfast while watching TV, Helen watching him, as she could only show up to work that morning after the terrible storm from the night before, and of course she loved every single time she got to spend with the little boy.

When you were done with the last bag, Jack approached you once more. He could tell you weren't so weary around him anymore but it didn't mean you were happy about his presence either. However, he needed to talk to you, and even if you weren't too thrilled, he was going to ask you no matter what.

"So, who's the guy you're dating? Where did you meet him? Does Wyatt know him?" He blurted it all out and you had to bite your lower lip not to laugh at how pathetic he sounded. You knew you could be angry, maybe you should be angry, but Jack sounded so silly, like a jealous school boy, you felt pretty amused at his inquiry.

"Listen Jack… he's a real nice guy, he's handsome, we get along pretty well and though it is still recent, I think it might lead somewhere…" you scratched your head softly and saw how he furrowed his brows, jaw clenching softly though he tried hiding his jealousy it wasn't easy.

"Where did you meet him?" He placed both hands on his waist, unconsciously taking a defensive pose, and even if he didn't like any bit of that conversation he couldn't bring himself to stop asking questions about it, the more it hurt the more he wanted to know.

"Oh Jack.." you sighed and blushed softly staring at your shoes for a while before facing his deadly gaze "we met on Tinder"

"Tinder what?" He asked confused and watched as you bit your lips again. Were you holding back your laughter?! Oh that cowboy was getting pestered by minute.

"It's a dating app, Jack… it's very common.. maybe you should try, perhaps you could meet someone nice there"

"So you wouldn't care at all if I got that Tinder thing and found myself some sugar?" He questioned, taking his time to analyze every single change of expression, Jack was really desperate for any crumble of your love.

"Why are we even discussing this, Jack? Are we done here?"

"You still haven't told me his name…"

"And what do you want his name for? So you can just get your Statesman contacts on him? Maybe it's better that way" you shrugged and turned away from him, but Jack caught your arm holding you in place "there's something else we need to talk, this is important, Y/N" he warned you and slowly made you look at him, he'd taken off his sunglasses and watched you with deep, sad eyes.

"I just want you to know that even before I went after you and Wyatt, a few days after I woke up when I was shot… I had a meeting with my lawyer, and I made a will, leaving everything for you and Wyatt, you know I have a dangerous job, I'm getting old and after what happened, I'm scared it could happen again and maybe if it does, Ginger won't be able to fix me again" he sighed "so I wanted to make sure you and Wyatt are going to be financially safe…"

And once again, Senior Agent Whiskey left you speechless. You didn't like hearing him talk about those things, you didn't even like considering the fact he could have been dead by now, you wanted to tell him to quit being an agent, if he didn't feel safe in the field, maybe he could just get a desk job, he could work in the intelligence part of the agency or he could stick with just his CEO position of Statesman… if he did so, he would even be close to you and Wyatt. But you couldn't say that to him. Jack Daniels was already a delusional man on his own, if you'd said something like that, he would take it the wrong way, assuming it meant you wanted him to be closer. And just inbecause you didn't want him dead, it didn't mean you wanted him around you.

"We don't want your money, Jack… Wyatt and I want you alive" you told him, you didn't want him crossing the boundaries, thinking he had the right to claim you as his, but he deserved to hear those words "well, mostly because I think the only person who actually has the right to kill you is me" the two of you chuckled softly, he was amused at your sense of humor "but seriously Jack… I'm happy you're not dead"

•••

Tinder. Tinder. Tinder. Tinder. Tinder.

Jack couldn't get that word out of his mind, he just couldn't wrap his head around the fact that you went on a dating app to find yourself someone. It wasn't just a coincidence, a good deed of destiny that brought you and your guy together, just like it happened to him and you, when he ended up stumbling on you during his mission, which almost caused him to blow it and it didn't even bother him, because it brought him the love of his life. But instead you had gone after a man, because you wanted to be with someone and Jack couldn't hold back his jealousy over this fact, and as if it wasn't enough, he was presented with the fact that you literally told him you wouldn't care if he got a new girl himself. It was just too much for him, and he couldn't accept that.

However a curiosity also crept up in him… what if he tried this tinder thing as well? Would it be too bad? Would he find someone nice? Maybe he could find your own profile? He had so many questions and yet he didn't know where to begin. In fact, he did… he knew he just had to download the app, that was the first step, and then what?

He took his phone and after battling with himself for a while, he finally did so, still pretty confused at how things worked. What was he supposed to do? Just swipe through people's photos and choose the one he liked? He thought it was odd, practical yes, if he ever wanted to find a night stand but if he looked for love, then there was no way he would find it that way. Jack was an old fashioned man when it came to that. He was a gentleman, he had manners, he knew how to treat a lady, romance to him was between two people, looking in the eye, hand in hand, flirting, kissing, and not things happening over a screen. Jack sighed and put his phone away, he couldn't believe you, out of all the people decided to go use that resource to find yourself someone.

Before sleeping, Jack made sure to video call you and talk to Wyatt. Sometimes you would be part of the conversation and sometimes you would just hold Wyatt, snuggling him while he talked about his day to his dad. It didn't matter if Wyatt was only a child and couldn't hold up a conversation, Jack loved that moment, it was a habit that quickly became his favorite and he tried doing it almost every night. Sometimes it wasn't possible due to work or other things, but either you or Jack would always let each other know. Still, whenever he hung up, he felt a hole in his chest, an emptiness he couldn't fill no matter how many times he watched pictures of you and your son, he was still a lonely bastard and there was nothing he could do to change that, and it was exactly because of this loneliness that Jack decided to give that Tinder thing a try.

He was an attractive guy, it was a stated fact, so it wasn't like it was extremely hard for women to take a liking to him, but Jack was a demanding guy…It's not that the women there weren't attractive, they were, but he knew he was just looking for someone else he couldn't have, whenever he swiped to the left, he had hopes the next picture he would see was yours.

But eventually Jack managed to start conversations here and there, some women were alright, he had some chats with them, others the conversation really took off and some even sent him a few nudes - which he didn't hate, by the way - but it wasn't exactly what he expected. He hadn't felt any sparks with any of them, even if he had agreed to go out for a coffee or something eventually.

And the days went by, sometimes fast and sometimes slow; he often visited Wyatt, brought him a few gifts and though you and him were always cordial you would never actually let him in for a deeper conversation, it felt to him that apart from Wyatt, you and him had absolutely nothing in common, and that's what brought him pain. Even when Jack tried being nice to you and brought you a box of chocolate, you thanked him in a respectful way but informed him you didn't eat chocolate anymore. He didn't know until which extent you were just avoiding him or if you'd just changed, but it hurt him to see you were so far away from him, and it was another reason why Jack insisted on that Tinder thing, he thought that maybe he could find someone who would at least bring some joy into his life.

And that was how Jack met Clara. After a few days of chatting, the two of them decided to go out once for all, at least Jack would get distracted, have a nice meal with a hot chick and maybe get laid. It wouldn't just erase you from his mind and heart, but you made sure to show him you had gotten over him, so he just decided to take his chances with Clara.

At first, he didn't really think things through when it came to a place to take his lady for the night, he had barely realized it was an actual date, it would be better that way, so he wouldn't be too nervous about being around her, but as time approached he realized he was nervous and because of that, he had to put a little effort to it. So Jack got his best pair of leather boots, along with his leather jacket and his stetson. He had good manners and knew a gentleman should always take his hat off when he sat at the table, but he would like to make a good impression on Clara. If she looked anything like the picture, she was indeed a stunner. He finished off by applying some cologne and after making sure his mustache was well trimmed, he headed for the restaurant. He didn't think much about the place he was taking Clara, he needed a good place in the city and pretty much only realized he'd picked the little Italian place you loved so much when he had already parked there.

Jack sighed and faced himself in the rearview mirror, sighing and reminding himself he wasn't on a date with you because you had moved on and he should do the same.

And then Jack sat at the table uncomfortably for the last half an hour, drinking the finest Statesman scotch they had available while he waited for Clara. He looked around and at the door every five minutes, not wanting to show he was slightly anxious and extremely embarrassed to have been stood up on his first try. It felt utterly humiliating, he didn't know why he had been rejected like that, did that girl just want to make fun of him? Why? He'd been nice to her, a gentleman, he hadn't been creepy or anything, he was going to pay for a very fine meal and he wouldn't expect anything in return, like a good southern gentleman he was. Maybe Jack was too old for that shit, maybe he should just accept he would never be happy again. He had two chances of love in life, one of them had been taken away from him and the other one he threw it away in the worst way someone ever could. Jack sighed and looked down at his phone one last time, he was just going to stand up and head home, but he felt someone standing in front of his table and a tiny bit of hope warmed his heart, he raised his head preparing his best, flirty smile but felt mortified when you stood there, watching him with curious eyes

"Jack, what are you doing here?" You questioned him curiously, it kind of looked like he was on a date with the exception there wasn't anyone with him. It was quite odd but curiosity got the best of you. He opened his mouth to answer you, but he watched you in disbelief as a man approached you, his arm snaking around your waist and pulling you closer.

"Our table is ready, baby" he said in his deep voice.

Jack was baffled. That guy was… scruffy. And he was wearing jeans to a date with you! He had wild curly hair that seemed to be tamed only by his ridiculous cap. Jack wanted to scoff at that image, a grown up man wearing a cap as if he were ten. He couldn't believe that was the guy you'd chosen for yourself, that you had thought that man was more attractive than he was. It was too much for him, the circle of humiliation was completed and Jack knew he had to go home.

"Hey man, my name's Frankie" he extended his hand to the cowboy, knowing exactly who he was by the things you'd told him.

Jack stared at the man and licked his bottom lip, knowing they expected him to shake his hand, but suddenly a beautiful girl walked towards them, ignoring you and Frankie and going straight to Jack, pecking his lips and smiling "sorry honey, I'm late" she said with a sweet smile.

That was the cherry on top of the uncomfortable cake that night had become. You swallowed and took Frankie's arm showing him it was time to go to your table, definitely not wanting to see any other PDA coming from Jack and his date. The cowboy watched her with an amused smile, he had liked the girl immediately, though there was one simple problem: she wasn't Clara.

"Care to explain?" Jack asked the girl, taking another sip of whiskey into his mouth and ignoring how you and your new boyfriend were seated just a few tables away. The beautiful woman chucked and shrugged.

"I've been watching you since you got here, cowboy… seems like you were stood up by your date, just like I was… now my real question is: what kind of woman would choose not to have dinner with you?" She asked and smiled "because I certainly wouldn't pass up my chance… my name's Taylor, by the way" she extended her hand to the handsome cowboy and expected him to shake it but instead, he took it to his mouth, kissing it gently.

"My name's Jack" he said with a smirk and licked his lips once again, watching how she blushed but at the same time loved the attention "tell me, Tay… how would you like to ride home on a cowboy tonight?"

And Taylor bit her lips, laughing at his joke and nodded softly. And Jack felt really good about himself, he had a pretty lady laughing at his joke, a pretty lady who kissed him even without knowing him, because she had her eyes on him, and she felt like they could have some fun. He liked how she laughed and it reminded him of you when you still liked him, it brought him good memories, good enough so he could pretend you weren't just a few meters away with your new guy, even if he wasn't aware of how your blood boiled when you heard him use the same pick up line he did when you two met. At that moment things were just good for the cowboy. Maybe good old Jack Daniels still got it after all.

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A/N: okay, okay, okay, I know I *might have* misled some of you into thinking Javi G would be reader's new guy. And some of you almost convinced me, I love Javi G, he's sweet, funny, lovely, but I don't think he would be the best fit for this story, I mean, it had to be Frankie, it's always been Frankie from the beginning, him and reader are parents, he's a real guy with a real working job, he's a family man, they deserve to live their passion 😭😭😭 TINDER WHAT?

[mysweetlixe]

-“What are we”

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Chan had been eagerly awaiting your response, his heart racing as he silently prayed for the best possible outcome. He had been so worried about how you'd react when he finally asked the question that had been looming between the two of them for weeks now - are we just friends or something more?

But when he finally heard your honest answer, Chan smiled and gently pulled you closer until both of your faces were only a few inches away from each other. His warm hands still tightly intertwined with yours, making everything feel like it was meant to be.

"I think we can take things slow without having to make any big decisions right away; let's just explore whatever this relationship is and see where it takes us. I'm here for you no matter what and will always support you in whatever way I can." He said softly before lightly brushing his lips against yours in an intimate gesture of love and affection.

You felt like all your worries had suddenly flown away asChan held you close, amazed by the fact that he was willing to take such a big risk and explore something completely new with you. He wasn't afraid of making things official or setting any expectations - he just wanted the both of you to enjoy each other's company and see what comes out of it.

So, with a newfound sense of enthusiasm and optimism, you finally allowed yourself to take a deep breath before leaning in for one more kiss - ready to embark on an exciting journey filled with unique experiences, beautiful memories and unconditional love.

Minho had been eagerly waiting for your answer, feeling his heart beat faster and faster with every passing second. He had been so worried about how you'd react when he finally asked the question that had been looming between the two of them for weeks now - are we just friends or something more?

But when he finally heard your honest answer, Minho smiled and gently pulled you closer until both of your faces were only a few inches away from each other. His hands still tightly intertwined with yours, allowing a sense of warmth and security to flow through both of your bodies.

"I think it's important for us to take things slow and not pressure ourselves into making any big decisions right away; let's just explore whatever this relationship is without any expectations or assumptions. I'm here for you no matter what happens and will always be by your side to support you in whatever way I can." He said softly before lightly

placing a tender kiss on your lips.

You felt so content in Minho's embrace, surprised by the fact that he was willing to let go of all the worries and labels that come with dating and just simply enjoy each other's company without any fear of commitment. He wanted both of you to explore whatever this relationship has to offer without any preconceptions or limitations - something you had always wanted but never thought possible.

So, with a newfound sense of courage and optimism, you finally allowed yourself to take a deep breath before leaning in for one more kiss - ready to embark on a wonderful journey filled with joyous moments, meaningful conversations and unconditional love.

brushing his lips against yours in an intimate gesture of love and affection.

Changbin surprised at first, not expecting him to realize that something was wrong. Yet his hands on your arms and the warmth of his gaze seemed to be enough for you to open up and tell him that you felt like things between both of you weren't clear enough. After all these weeks of spending time with each other, going out on dates, and simply talking for hours, it seemed like neither one of you knew how to define what was happening between both of you.

Changbin smiled at that, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as he let out a soft chuckle. He understood what you meant; after all, he had been feeling the same way for days now but was too afraid to bring it up himself. So instead of being taken aback by your words or making up an excuse or reason why this wasn't the right moment to discuss it, Changbin took your hands into his own and pulled you closer until there were only inches between both of your faces.

"You know, I don't think either of us have a label for us right now...but I do know that no matter what happens, I want you in my life and nothing else matters to me." He whispered, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity as his eyes searched yours. "I care about you so much, even though we might not be dating or in an official relationship right now. So don't worry about it, okay?

Just trust me and take our time; whatever comes out of this is something special that only the two of us can figure out together. Alright?"

Taken aback by his words, your heart leaped inside your chest with excitement while tears threatened to fall from your eyes. You didn't expect him to say something like that and it meant more to you than he could ever know. Taking both of his hands in yours, you nodded with a bright smile before leaning forward until your lips were pressed against his.

"Thank you," you whispered against his lips, a content sigh passing through your lips as he smiled back at you, pulling you into an embrace that seemed to last for hours. And in that moment, it truly felt like everything was going to be alright and all your worries were slowly being replaced with joy and excitement for what the future might bring.

Hyunjin had been watching you silently, a faint smile playing on his lips as he observed you. He knew something was bothering you and although he wasn't sure what it was, he wanted to find out. Taking a deep breath, Hyunjin stepped closer until he was standing right in front of you.

"What's wrong? You know you can tell me anything." His voice was gentle and comforting; filled with warmth that seemed to wrap around your very soul like a blanket of love. Although neither one of you were in an official relationship yet, it felt like Hyunjin already knew exactly how much your opinion meant to him and the fact that he cared so deeply for your wellbeing made you feel safe and at ease with him.

So before either one of us could say anything else, you told him everything; from all the confusing emotions inside of your chest to all the worries about where things between both of us were going and what the future would hold. Hyunjin listened intently, his dark eyes never leaving your face as you spoke.

Once you were finished, he simply held out his arms and brought you into a warm embrace. You felt like you could finally breath properly again - the warmth of his embrace washing away all your doubts and worries. He didn't need to say anything, just holding you close was enough to make everything feel right again.

You eventually pulled away from the hug when it felt like neither one of us wanted to let go just yet. Hyunjin looked at you with so much love and understanding in his eyes that it almost made your heart forget how to beat for a few seconds - but in the best possible way.

With a gentle smile he took both of your hands in his own, squeezing them lightly "I'm here for whatever you need" he said softly "I'm here for our relationship, whatever this is today or tomorrow; I will always be here for you.”

Jisung and you had been standing in the same spot for a few minutes now, just looking at each other without saying a single word. Jisung knew there was something on your mind and he wanted to make sure you would tell him what it was. His gaze softened and his lips curved into a gentle smile as he moved closer until there were only inches between both of your faces.

"Let me take away whatever it is that's bothering you right now, okay?" He whispered softly, his eyes searching yours with sincerity and understanding. You could feel the butterflies fluttering inside your stomach as he looked at you like that; like he already knew what was going on inside your head even though neither one of us had said a word yet.

With that thought in mind, you sighed heavily before finally speaking up "I don't know what's going on between us; are we friends or are we more than that? I'm so confused and I don't know what to do." You said with a small voice, feeling embarrassed for putting your worries into words.

Jisung didn't miss a beat though; he just smiled at you softly and moved even closer until his forehead was resting against yours. His warm hands were still holding both of yours, the comforting gesture making it easier for you to finally let go of all the thoughts that had been spinning through your head since earlier that day.

"I don't think labels matter right now; I mean, we can call ourselves whatever we want but if it makes you feel better, why don't we just say that we are in between? We are not dating yet but we are definitely not just friends either - so why don't we just take things as they come and see where this takes us?" He whispered before pressing his lips against yours in a gentle kiss.

You felt like you could finally breathe again; Jisung's words and kiss had filled your heart with an indescribable feeling of warmth and joy. Somehow he always knew what to say and do to make you feel safe and secure, making it easy for you to just surrender into this newfound relationship without worrying about the future too much.

You eventually pulled away from the kiss, smiling brightly at Jisung before resting your forehead against his one last time. "I think I like that idea" You said softly, finally feeling at home in his embrace.

Felix was looking at you intently, his eyes filled with curiosity and wonder as he waited for you to speak up. He had noticed that something was bothering you but he wanted to let you take your time and tell him whatever it was in your own words. So, after a few silent moments you finally decided to open up and explain what had been spinning through your head all day.

"I'm not sure what we are right now; I mean, we're not friends but we're also not dating either - so I just don't know what to call this relationship" You said quietly, feeling embarrassed for bringing up such an awkward topic.

But Felix didn't seem taken aback by your confession; instead he smiled at you warmly and pulled you into a comforting hug. His arms were strong yet gentle around your body, making it easier for you to let go of all the worry.

"Hey, there's no need to be embarrassed; we can take things as they come and figure out what this is together. We don't have to label our relationship right now if it makes you feel uncomfortable - I'm just happy that we've found each other, whatever this is." He whispered softly before pressing his lips against yours in a tender kiss.

You felt so safe and loved in Felix's embrace, like nothing bad could ever happen as long as he was by your side. You eventually pulled away from the kiss with a smile on your face, finally understanding what he meant when he said that labels didn't really matter; it was enough knowing that both of you were here for each other and for whatever this relationship would become in the future.

You reassuringly before taking both of your hands in his own and intertwining his fingers with yours. "I don't think labels matter that much right now" He said softly "What if we just say that we're exploring?

Seungmin had been hanging onto every word that you said, his doe-like eyes never leaving your face as he silently prayed for your worries to be lifted. He could tell that something was bothering you and wanted to ensure that everything was alright between the two of you.

So when he finally heard your tender question - are we friends or more than that? - he beamed and leaned closer until his forehead was resting gently against yours. His warm hands were still clasped with both of yours, making it easier for you to open up and talk about what was on your mind without feeling too exposed.

"I think we can venture beyond friendship without having to commit; why don't we just say that we're getting to know each other better? We don't have to decide anything right now; we can simply take things one step at a time and see where this journey takes us." He said with a tiny smile before planting a soft kiss on your lips.

You felt like all the worries that you had been carrying around was being washed away with each of Seungmin's gentle kisses. This wasn't something that he said just to make you feel better; he truly meant every word and wanted the both of you to take your time and explore this newfound relationship without any pressure. So, with a smile on your face, you finally allowed yourself to breath a sigh of relief before leaning in to give him one more kiss.

Jeongin had been eagerly trying to catch a glimpse of your expression as you spoke, his heart hammering against his chest when he heard your thoughts out loud. He knew that these were the kinds of questions that needed to be answered, but he also didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable in any way.

So, he patiently waited for you until finally found the courage to speak up and express what was on your mind.

As soon as he heard your words - are we just friends or something more than that? - Jeongin smiled and gently pulled you closer until both of your faces were mere inches away from each other. His hands were still intertwined with yours, allowing a sense of calmness and security to flow through both of your bodies.

"We don't have to decide anything right now; I'm perfectly content with leaving things as they are for now - just two people who enjoy spending time together and getting to know one another better. We can take this as slow or as quick as you'd like it, and I'll always be here to support you no matter what." He said softly before placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

You felt so content in Jeongin's embrace, amazed by the fact that he was willing to let go of all the worries and labels that come with dating and just simply enjoy each other's company without any expectations.

You finally understood why he had been so hesitant about making things official; he wanted both of you to explore whatever this relationship is without any pressure or fear of commitment. And with one last smile, you leaned in for another kiss - ready to embark on a new journey filled with wondrous moments of laughter, fun and love.

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

It's Starlight anon again! This time asking for headcanons of Lilia (TWST) with a partner that helps him with raising either Silver and/or Malleus, please and thank you. <3

Welcome back, Starlight!

Your order has been received and shall be delivered~

Lilia Vanrouge raising Silver Headcanons

Characters: Lilia x m!reader, Silver

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

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All characters are 18+ (except Silver because raising him)

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI (This may not be smut, but I still want the above to be followed)

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Listen raising a child isn't easy, much less for a fae to raise a human. Sure, Lilia was amazing at raising children, but he was used to fae children. Having you around is a blessing.

You understand humans, being human yourself, of course.

So when you entered the picture when Lilia had a baby Silver, you were like a godsend.

Though you were hesitant at first. Children weren't something on your list of wants, but Lilia had most of the work covered. If you were ever uncomfortable with something, he took care of it.

He would often confide in you on human knowledge. What would be okay for Silver to eat? What would be okay for him to play with? Sure physically fae and humans looked very similar, but it came down to semantics.

But one thing you weren't ready for was Silver taking his first steps to you

He propped himself up on a table and immediately started walking around, his little stubby legs trembling the whole way.

At first you were scared and almost rushed over, thinking he was about to fall, but when you realized he was walking, you called Lilia over.

And boy did he rush over when you said it

He knelt down beside you, arms out, waiting for his son

But Silver walked to you, falling over in your arms with a giggle

You nearly cried when it happened, and Lilia would be lying if he said he wasn't just a smidge jealous, but he got over it, really. He let you have this.

When he said his first words, you both nearly collapsed

He said "papa!" and you two couldn't tell who he was talking to, though for awhile you two would play-fight about it.

"Silver was talking to me." "No, love, he was talking to me."

Neither of you meant any ill behind the teasing, but you would later learn that your title would be "papa" and Lilia's would be "father"

Silver showed you all his drawings and you displayed them proudly somewhere, but as an adult he'd get embarrassed if he saw them.

As Silver grew, he wondered why you would look older and not Lilia, but he also assumed genetics

No one has to tell him yet

[photogirl894]

Hello! I saw you wrote my request. 🥰 Thanks so much. Could I request another one? This one is a bit angsty: 29 & 30 with Wrecker x Fem reader. I’m wondering if this could be a challenge bc I just don’t see Wrecker getting into an argument with his s/o. Maybe his brothers, but not his girl.

Thanks!

Aw man, you're killing me with the Wrecker angst here, my friend 😜 But alas, here it is!!

"Not Ready"

29. "Shut up!"/"Make me!"

30. "Don't walk away from me!"

Pairing: Wrecker x fem reader

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"What were you thinking? I told you, you weren't ready!"

After just narrowly finishing a mission, you found yourself being reprimanded by Wrecker. Lately, he'd been teaching you how to disarm explosives and you'd come across one on the mission that you honestly thought you could disable on your own, even though Wrecker had warned you against it saying you weren't quite ready yet. You thought you'd had it, but things had gone wrong and you'd made the countdown go faster. Wrecker had to quickly grab you and rush you to safety just before it exploded. Luckily, you and the rest of the squad had made it out okay with the intel you needed and you were on your way back to the Marauder...but Wrecker was definitely not happy with you at the moment and neither were you.

"And I told you, I had it handled!" you said frustratedly back to him, stopping to turn back and face him.

"Which is why the countdown started speeding up?" he asked back.

"Okay, that was one mistake," you spat back.

"One that almost cost you your life," he responded.

It was then Echo came between you two and said, "Look, that's enough. We still got out of there with what we needed."

"We wouldn't have had I not stepped in. Her not listening to me could've ruined the whole mission," Wrecker stated, growing increasingly mad.

"Ugh, shut up!" you shouted, getting angry.

Then he bellowed back at you, louder than you'd ever heard from him before, "Make me!"

The booming volume of his voice startled you and you instinctively took a step back, your eyes widening at how almost frightening he sounded. Wrecker had never yelled at you or even raised his voice at you like that. It scared you and that's what hurt even more. You weren't scared of Wrecker; you knew he would never hurt anyone. His heart was too good for that. This, however...it was different and you hated how it made you feel. Tears sprang to your eyes and, taken aback by the whole thing, you whipped around and sprinted away from the group in a different direction, hearing the others calling after you.

Wrecker realized too late what he had done just before you ran off. His face fell and his heart dropped at seeing how frightened you were. He hadn't meant to yell like that, but he had just gotten so frustrated...now he deeply regretted it.

"You shouldn't have yelled at her like that, Wrecker," Hunter lightly scolded him.

"I know," Wrecker replied sadly. "I don't know what came over me."

"You need to talk to her and apologize," Hunter told him.

Wrecker simply nodded and ran off in the direction you had gone.

You had stopped to quickly catch your breath and wipe the tears away from your eyes when you heard Wrecker's thunderous footsteps coming. You figured he had followed after you to just yell at you some more, so you went to move away.

"Wait, don't!" he cried out, making you halt. Then you heard his voice tremble slightly as he pleaded, "Please don't...don't walk away from me."

You turned over your shoulder and saw Wrecker standing just a few feet away, a look of regret on his face.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have yelled at you or said all those things. I care about you a lot and...I got worried when that bomb nearly killed you. That's why I want to make sure you're fully ready when it comes to explosives...and I'd hoped you would trust me when it came to them."

You hung your head in shame. He was right. He was the demolitions expert for a reason. "You're right. I should've trusted you," you admitted. "I just...really thought I was ready and wanted to impress you."

He walked over and put his hands on your shoulders. "You have impressed me with how quickly you're learning," he said to raise your spirits. "But if you jump the gun too quickly with explosives, things could end badly. That's why you have to be extra careful. You got it?"

"Yeah...I do," you replied. "I'm sorry and I'll be sure to listen to you better in the future."

"And I'll be sure to not get too worked up if things go wrong," he promised. "I'm just afraid of losing you."

You reached up and laid a hand on his cheek. "It'll take a lot more than a bomb for you to ever lose me. You can count on that."

With a comforted smile, he wrapped you up in his strong and warm embrace, just happy to have you there in the first place.

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ᵗⁱᵗˡᵉ...... the most beautiful girl

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"I am still disappointed in you for going to the ball with a blood traitor. Out of all the pureblood boys, you picked a redhead." her mother said, and Y/n replied, "Mother, he was the only gentleman that I came across. Every pureblood boy from Slytherin didn't even care to ask me. They just demanded that I go with them, and I said no." And with that, her mother nodded and decided to go quiet. Y/n was jumping out of happiness in her mind because she shouldn't show that much happiness in front of her mother. They were shopping for a ball gown, but Y/n didn't like any of them. They were pretty but just not what Y/n wanted. After spending the whole day in shops, her mother decided to go home. "Since neither of the dresses you tried on are perfect, I will get you a custom gown.", she said before calling a house elf to take Y/ns measurements. After the house elf greeted her, Y/n smiled and helped the elf take the measurements. She wondered what color her dress would be, probably in dark green or black.

.....few days later, in the Grand Hall.....

Owl were flying in constantly, delivering the girls their dresses, and the biys their suits and robes. Pansy got hers. It was a long black dress with a slit, the one she expected. She was squeling with happiness. While Y/n was still waiting for hers, everyone got theirs. Only Y/ns was missing. She started to worry, panicking that she wouldn't have a dress. That was until an owl flew in and dropped a huge box in front of Y/n. Everyone was now looking at her, especially Fred Weasley, curious about what her dress is gonna be. As she slowly untied the black bow and opened the box, Pansy and her gasped. In the box was a beautiful dark green ball gown, probably costing a lot of money. She slowly stood up from her seat, grabbed the shoulders of the dress, and lifted it up, hearing multiple gasps from the majority of girls, even the boys were gawking at the dress. All of the Gryffindors turned back from the Slytherin table to look at Fred, realizing that he probably got the most beautiful girl as his date to the Yule Ball. He snapped out of the trance when Y/n and Pansy picked up their boxes and left the Grand Hall. "Damn, I'm a lucky guy," he said, mesmerized by not only the dress but also the thought of how Y/n will look in it. "You mean the luckiest guy," Ginny corrected him. He nodded, closing his parted mouth and taking a sip of water. He smirked as he remembered the jealous looks that the girls gave Y/n, knowing that their dresses weren't as luxury and expensive as Y/ns. When he got to his dorm, he immediately went to the desk to write a letter. The letter was for his mum, Molly Weasley, telling her how he saw the most extraordinary dress he's ever seen and that it's his dates dress. His mum was surprised that he asked a Slytherin out, but after hearing him rant about how she looks, talks, and is kind, changed her mind. Molly already loved the girl even tho she hasn't met her yet.

"Alright, so my dress is beautiful, but yours? Girl, your mother went over the moon with this one. You'll be the best-looking one." Pansy complimented her dress. Y/n just thanked her. She knew both of them would look ravishing in their dresses. "Yule Ball is in five days, oh my god I can't wait" both of the girls jumped, holding their hands and jumping on Y/ns bed before dropping on the bed, laughing at each other. "I can't wait." Y/n sighed, daydreaming about how she's gonna look. Pansy nodded before standing up to go hang her dress on a hanger. Y/n copied her. She looked into the box, finding a matching dark green high heels and a tiny box that probably had matching jewelery in it. She took that out, too, sorting it on her nightstand.

The evening has come, the Yule Ball was tonight. Y/n and Pansy were now rushing to get ready. They got into their girl talk and gossiping so much that they didn't realize what the time was before it was too late. Pansy put her dress on easily while Y/n was struggling before asking Pansy to help her get in the dress. After much struggle, she got in, and Pansy zipped the back of the dress before handing Y/n her heels. Y/n thanked her and put them on before sitting down in front of her desk and looking at the mirror, checking if her hair wasn't messed up. She opened the jewelery box before putting on the necklace and earrings, which shined as the stars in the midnight sky. After getting done with that, she stood up and straightened her dress, looking for Pansy. "Pansy, are you ready?" she called out just as Pansy was walking out of the bathroom. Pansy hummed before grabbing Y/n hand and walking out. Y/n asked Fred if he could wait for her at the end of the stairs in front of the ballroom. He happily agreed, not asking why, but he was sure so that she could grab all the attention.

As they got there, both of the girls noticed Hermione, who looked like she was hesitant. As they got closer to her, she turned around. "Hi Pansy and Y/n, you both look beautiful," Hermione said before smiling. "Thank you, you look beautiful too," Pansy and Y/n replied, saying it in sync before all three of them shared a laugh. "Can I walk with you down the stairs?" Hermione hesitated, shyly looking down. Y/n nodded before all three of them turned and started walking down the stairs. As George heard the heels click, he motioned for his twin to turn around. "Look at Hermione," Parvati Patil said, mesmerized by her dress. "Look at Y/n," George said, not noticing his twin staring at her. George pushed him a bit, nodding towards Y/n as she was close to the end of the staircase. He slowly walked uo to her, smiling at her before putting out his hand, taking Y/ns hand in his bigger one, giving her delicate hand a kiss on the knuckles. She blushed before complimenting him, "You look handsome," to which Fred responded, "You look so mesmerising, I could watch you forever." She hit him with her hand, "Stop it, that's so romantic," she whispered. "But it's the true," Fred said before the ballroom dorrs were opened. The champions opened the dance while the others joined after them.

Fred took Y/ns hand, guiding her to the dance floor, to which she was happy. All the days she spent waiting for this exact moment finally came to life. She smiled at him, placing one hand on his shoulder while the other one was in his hand. He placed his hand on her waist before they started dancing, not breaking eye contact even once. At some point, they felt as if all the eyes of the world were on them, looking at how perfect they looked together. They danced the night away, constantly cracking jokes and laughing together, drinking and asking questions about each other. As the night got to the end, they sat down at a table, both of them exhausted from all the dancing and partying. Y/n put her head on his shoulders, closing her eyes and noticing the faint smell of his cologne. She noticed that he always smelled like fireworks, paper, and gunpowder, which made sense. Fred put his hand around her shoulders, keeping her warm in the cold night, thinking about how she smelled luxurious, probably thanks to her expensive perfumes that all smelled fantastically. She smelled like books and a garden full of flowers.

He felt as if he was the biggest garden in the world, and she was the most beautiful and rarest flower that only he had.

yayyy the enddd, thank you for all the likes/votes and i hope this is a good part two

not to flex, but i came up with that last sentence AND I LOVE IT SMMM.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Ikemen Villains - Ellis Twilight

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors.

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On the eve of Halloween, the aroma of sweet pastries filled the kitchen of the castle.

Victor: "It's almost time for them to finish baking. Come on, let's take the scones out."

Ellis: "Kate, let me do it. I don't want you to burn yourself."

Kate: "Thanks. Please be careful, Ellis."

Ellis: "Hm. They're nicely baked."

Victor: "Ahaha! Victor's original buttery scones are now ready!"

We gazed and smiled at the beautifully baked scones.

Tomorrow, October 31st, Halloween will come to this country, and the town will be bustling with excitement.

After talking with Ellis, we decided to do something for the townspeople, so Victor taught us how to make scones to distribute.

Even though we didn't live in a sunny place, doing this once in a while shouldn't have posed a problem.

(It's so typical of Ellis to be so friendly and kind to the townspeople that he wants to hand out candies.)

Victor: "Are you planning to distribute this tomorrow?"

Kate: "Yup, that's the plan."

Victor: "That's wonderful. You guys are truly kind-hearted!"

Ellis: "Victor, your hug is a bit too strong."

Victor: "Oops, my apologies! Love overflowed for a moment there."

Victor: "But do be careful about one thing. Tomorrow is the night of beauty under the moon." **

Kate: "Night of beauty under the moon?" **

Victor: "Ah, right. I haven't told you about this yet."

Victor proceeded to explain it to me.

He said that every few years, there was an occurrence where Halloween coincided with a full moon or a new moon, intensifying the cursed sins.

It was also called "beauty under the moon" because it blooms at the same time as the beauty under the moon flowers.

(So weird things like that happen. Is it because of the phases of the moon?)

Kate: "Thank you for the explanation. So, what exactly happens when the curse intensifies?"

Victor: "I wish I could tell you, but I don't really know all the details!"

Kate: "Huh?"

Victor: "The last phenomenon happened about 20 years ago."

Victor: "If it were 20 years ago, most of the crown members probably weren't even aware of their curse themselves."

Kate: "Right, that's true. Um, if it were 20 years ago, Ellis..."

Ellis: "I think it was around the time I finally started talking."

Victor & Kate: "Cute."

Ellis: "Fufu, both of you are thinking out loud."

Kate: "Sorry. It just slipped out."

Victor: "Ahem. So, to summarize, tomorrow is going to be a dangerous night for you two, considering it's been 20 years since it last happened."

Victor: "We don't know what will happen, so make sure to return before the moon rises."

I carried the scones with Ellis and started wrapping them one by one.

Kate: "By the way, the decorations in this dining hall are amazing."

Ellis: "It's a tradition. I've been helping Victor with it every year."

Somewhere in the middle of our chat, he suddenly muttered something.

Ellis: "Can I really spend tomorrow with you?"

Kate: "What?"

Ellis: "Aren't you afraid to be with me?"

Ellis: "If you're even a little scared, I'd rather stay away."

Ellis: "I want to make you happy, not scare you."

(Is it because we don't know what might happen tomorrow?)

I realized that neither of us really knew what to expect tomorrow.

(But I know for sure that he would never do anything to scare me.)

(And I don't want to be afraid of him.)

Kate: "I want to be with you. It's our first Halloween together, after all."

Ellis: "Thank you, Kate. Actually, I wanted to be with you too."

His sweet smile made me smile in return.

Kate: "Then we're in this together."

Ellis: "Yeah, together."

Ellis: "But I can't even begin to imagine what might happen if my curse intensifies."

(Right. Speaking of which...)

Kate: "You know, I might not even know what your curse is."

Ellis: "Oh, you don't? In that case, why don't you guess?"

William was cursed with the king's self-righteousness, so I think his sins would be self-righteousness and condemnation.

(Ellis is cursed with Thorns, so thinking along those lines...)

Kate: "Stabbing someone?"

Ellis: "Fufu, that's cute but slightly incorrect."

Kate: "Um, then..."

I pondered, and Ellis looked at me, smiling.

Ellis: "You look so cute as you search for answers. I think I'll keep it a secret for a little longer."

Ellis: "I'd prefer if you never found out, but if you figure it out, please tell me."

The next day, we headed out to town with the scones.

While Halloween in England might be considered less vibrant than in some other places, the town was livelier than usual, and you could sense the excitement in the air.

Fruit Vendor Granny: "Oh, Ellis, Miss. Happy Halloween!"

Ellis: "Hello, Anna."

Ellis: "Trick or treat."

Fruit Vendor Granny: "Trick or treat?"

Ellis: "Yes, treat. Here you go."

Fruit Vendor Granny: "Oh my, are these homemade? I'm so happy, thank you both."

Bookstore Owner: "Hey there, Ellis! Miss Kate! Oh, that's candy, isn't it?"

Bookstore Owner: "Then, if you don't mind. Trick or treat!"

Ellis: "Here you go, enjoy. It's loaded with butter, so it's sure to be delicious."

Child in a ghost costume: "Big brother, big sister! Trick-or-treat!"

Ellis: "Be careful not to trip. Here you go."

(Hehe, Ellis is really popular! And everyone seems to be having fun.)

As the sun began to set, the scones gradually began to decrease.

Kate: "Wow, they're all gone. That was quick."

Ellis: "Yeah. Oh, by the way..."

Ellis: "Want to do some trick-or-treating with me, too?"

(With me?)

Kate: "Trick-or-treat?"

Ellis: "Here. I saved the last one just for you."

Kate: "But if I take it, then you won't have any."

Ellis: "I'm fine. If you're happy, that's enough for me."

Ellis: "Or did you want to play a trick on me?"

Kate: "This one is fine. Thank you."

Ellis: "Fufu, you're welcome."

(He really always thinks about others' happiness.)

He gave me the last piece of candy without hesitation, prioritizing other people's feelings over his own.

Every time I saw him like that, I found his kindness endearing and, yet, a bit lonely.

(I want to make him happy, not just receive from him.)

Bar Owner: "Ellis, Missy! As a thank you for the scones, come by the tavern sometime. I'll treat you to a drink."

Ellis and I both look up at the sky simultaneously.

The sun had just started to set, and it seemed like there was still some time before the moon would appear.

Ellis: "Kate, are you ready to head back, or would you like to stay with me a bit longer?"

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[grotesquehorse]

keith should lose his memories and come to and realize lance is pretty and then he's like wait. is this a secret. and then just avoids lance altogether.

lance asks to talk to keith alone in private and keith is like ???????? you're pretty. are we dating. lance gets him alone and is like "i'm sorry i know we're getting closer and i abandoned you." or something and keith is like what do u mean closer but also tell me more what is going on and stares blankly at him and lance keeps talking and is like "i know we mean more to each other now and we're past me being obsessed with you." bc he's self aware that he was a freak at the garrison and he's like "i'm trying to be normal about you now." and keith is like DID WE BREAK UP? also PLEASE BE OBSESSED WITH ME but lance KEEPS TALKING and is like "so i'm sorry that i couldn't save you from that comically large rock that bopped you on the head." and keith is like "how would you even save me from that." and this is out loud actually and lance is like. "um well i'm not actually sure but it feels like my fault." and keith is like "that's stupid i'm not your problem." and lance gives him a concerned glance and keith is like wait AM i your problem? and lance is like "you kind of are my problem." softly and keith is like MAYBE WE ARE IN LOVE? and lance is like "we are teammates. and friends. and i care about you." and keith is like ????????????????? "okay." and lance is like "okay good talk." and keith is just confused.

keith tries to ask lance what's going on between them but the convo is just like. "are we partners?" "what?" "you called us partners the other day. are we partners?" and lance is just like. "yeah" and keith is like okay we are in love but lance continues "we get along better now. we were fighting a lot for a while. you didn't care about me as much as i cared about you, i think. and you weren't ready to have any kind of relationship yet" and keith is having internal conflict, okay we are broken up???????????????????? and keith is like "but we are partners now?" and lance is like "yes, we've been working well together lately" and keith is like. maybe we are in love.

later on, lance slings his arm around keith's shoulders and is like "partners in crime!" and looks into his eyes gayly and keith is like okay well i HAVE to kiss him and kisses his CHEEK. and then lance can be weird about it. and keith can be like. hm. is he embarrassed because he doesn't like pda or because we Were dating and now we are not. and it's neither they just aren't dating but keith is like. convinced that Something Romantic Happened Here. keith goes to shiro and is like "um. do i like lance." and shiro is like ?????????? "uhhhhhhhhhhh DO you like lance." and keith is like "uh. possibly. i am not sure."

so now keith has it in his head that he and lance are EXES. and he goes to lance and is like "why did we break up." and lance is like "sorry what." and keith repeats "why did we break up. i don't get it." and lance is like "i. we weren't together? we aren't together? we've never been together??" and keith is like "are you sure. i know i'm the one with amnesia but like. r u sure." and lance is like "pretty sure yeah." and keith is like "oh. so why aren't we together." and lance is like "we. uh. u don't like me." and keith is like "pretty sure i do? i think so." and lance is like "i think i have tricked you somehow." and keith is like "i don't think so." and lance is like "i weirded you out. you didn't want to be friends with me." and keith is like "i'm obsessed with you actually." and lance is like "you don't mean that. you don't know our history." and keith is like "i like u. sorry if i didn't know that before."

lance is laying on hunks floor like "hunk he thought we were BROKEN UP." silence. "as if he'd date me in the first place." and hunk is like "uh. do you want him to want to date you. it sounds like you want him to want you" and lance is like "keith CAN'T like me. i'm great. but i'm not KEITH levels of impressive. but also he's kind of weird. and antisocial. i didn't know he liked ANYONE" and hunk is like "hm" and lance is like. "i don't know!!!!!!!! i mean. obviously i was Weird about him. but i'm OVER that, i am no longer weird about keith. and now it's like he WANTS me to be weird about him" and hunk is like "well he's kind of weird about you too. it's not like he's normal about you either" and lance is like what

keith is like "are you sure you don't like me." and lance is like "what." and keith is like "i've seen how you interact with me and hunk and allura. you said we didn't date. so i don't understand why you're acting so weird around me. well now i get it because i asked you. but before. before i had asked. you had been acting weird around me before that. have you always acted like that around me. didn't i think it was weird. i think its weird now." and lance is like "of course i treat you different you are different than hunk and allura. hunk is my best friend. and allura is becoming one of my best friends" and keith is like "oh. so." (his face is falling FAST) "you just don't like me. we aren't friends. youve never liked me. we have never been friends" and lance is like "NO. NO THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT." and keith is like "i don't understand. you treat me differently than your friends. pidge and shiro i understand. pidge is like a sibling to you. and shiro is more like a mentor. but i thought. okay." and lance is freaking OUT. hes trying to explain himself. "we are getting CLOSER. we are getting there. we are friends. i was so jealous of you for so long. and i was so. obsessed with you. for so long. you didn't even know who i was. you made me feel so insecure. and you didn't even KNOW it. i meant nothing to you. and its fine now. we are okay now. we are friends. i promise. we just aren't that close yet." and keith is like. "i need to leave."

[itscherrylipsforme]

Did not expect: Rodrick Heffley x fem!reader

Blurb. Reader is a "gold star" student and a good influence for him, but also a hardcore rock lover. Slightly spicy at the end so +16. Incredibly self-indulgent

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If someone had asked Rodrick what type of girl he was into he would have answered that any groupie nice and enthusiastic about him enough would play the part. After all he was sure that thousands of them would be after him the moment Löded Dipper became a smash. What certainly did not expect was... Well, falling for you instead.

And he did not mean that to sound rude. It's just that you were not in his plans (he barely knew if he had one most of the time, but if he had it you were definitely not in it). He couldn't find the way to put it in better words. You were not his type, wait no... That wasn't the truth actually. You were, but not in the way he had expected.

In one of his meeting with his bandmates they started to talk about their "dream girl". Among other less innocent requirements Rodrick added this two: "Great music taste" and "must copy with my humour". You had both, nevertheless he still believed himself to be out of his mind when he realized he had caught feelings for you.

He had seen you around in High School, it was weird to someone not to know your name. Popular was not the word he would use to describe you. Surely you were not among the people in the top of the social pyramid. Known, that was what you were. Perfect student. Nice most of the time, sarcastic and witty when needed. Most of the teachers relayed on you if they required a tutor for some of their students. That's how you started to properly talk with him.

He did not expect you to find him sitting in the library with his black headphones on. He hadn't planed that you would be his last opportunity to pass literature this year. Yet you were, so he waited for you to come. Same way he wasn't aware that his headphones weren't fully connected to his mp3. He did not expect that the drums' beat coming from there was quiet enough not to anyone else in the library to notice, but you.

"Hawkins is the best drummer ever, just after Roger Taylor of course" He did not expect that you would say that as you left your books by his side of the table.

"What?" A small confused smile appeared in his lips.

"Taylor Hawkins I mean" You shrugged "You have a great taste, I love Foo Fighters too. The Mp3 was unplugged, that's why I heard it. I thought it could be a good icebreaker to start with. Y/n by the way"

He wanted to come up with an intelligent remark, ask more about which groups you like it. Yet he couldn't bring himself to do it, your words had surprised him more than you had expected. A whispered "I am Rodrick" and a nod was all you received as an answer. Books were opened, and you decided to start working.

Surprisingly, in the following weeks Rodrick did not only manage to learn more about the subject he was struggling with, but also about you. A strong bond was created with the time. Gifted CDs with songs he thought you would like. Singing 18 by Harbour in the front passenger seat of his van. Shared glances and jokes. Being one of the few people allowed to his band practices and that he really feel comfortable talking to... Beautiful things and memories that only made you closer. Feelings that neither of you was ready to stay out loud until one day he did.

At his house. You were trying to teach him how to do his eyeliner properly, as he still needed more practice. Eyes glued to each others, your hand resting in his face to keep him in place, your focused expression too cute to resist... So he just did it, kissed you out of the blue like his life depended on it. And instead of pushing him away as he had predicted, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Hands tangled in his messy hair. The eyeliner pen long forgotten, and the make-up scattered around his face, but neither of you cared about it.

Yeah, Rodrick Heffley did not expect to fall for you. He did not foresee that you would be the one he introduced to his parents. He did not anticipate that his first official girlfriend would be called a "good influence" by his mother. Neither would he have guessed that he would end up dating the nerdiest and prettiest girl in High School to his eyes. It was astonishing that he actually smiled when you played with Manny and told him tales. And that he was not so annoyed with Greg when you were the one listening to his multiple complaints about High School. He was not prepared to giggle like he was crazy every time "Walking after you" came on the radio, and he daydream of having you on his arms.

And yet, you had a few surprises left for him to find. Late at night, coming home from a small gig his band had had. The house just for the two of you as the rest of his family was visiting his grandfather. He had to deal with a serious "Use protection" coming from his father so they could finally let you stay with him.

A trail of kisses from his lips and cheeks to his neck, too messy and sweet to ever forget them. Muttered "I love you"s. He was playing with the hem of your shirt until you nodded giving him permission to toss it aside. He certainly did contemplated the idea of finding a lacy pinky bra below the leather jacket you had borrowed from him. Furthermore, he wasn't prepared to find it so hot and cute at the same time.

"You know what, pretty girl?" He whispered as he started kissing your collarbone "You were unexpected. But what a wonderful surprise you are"

[isa-beenme]

pregnancy w/ lucien?

I was writing another one and SUDDENLY it became Lucien's story. Shocking isn't it? Anyway, maybe the idea was to go through the pregnancy, like, baby in the belly, but hey? Neither I (a young young lady in distress) nor my mother (a lovely mother of two) came up with cute scenarios of reader being pregnant, but we did think about baby being born (her with the memories of her children and me with the memories of my brother) hope you don't mind, anon!!! (Yes, i did give them the name of Hamilton's and Burr's babies, who cares? It needs to fit the song choice!

Dear Theodosia (and Philip)

Lucien was terrified, you could clearly see it in his eyes. His hands were fidgeting in his lap as he looked at you and the newborn bundle you carried in your arms. The healers were running around cleaning everything, from the water splashed on the ground to the blood covering a good part of the linen you were on, all while Madja finished washing your second baby. The little boy cried out loud everytime the water touched his body, something that didn't happen with the girl that was now being fed in your left breast.

You saw your mate's face, the tears that were hanging on the edge of his eyes. ou felt his nervousness as his hand was shaking while he held yours. You knew he was excited with your pregnancy, you saw and felt his happiness every time you caught his hand slipping into your belly to caress the baby - or babies - being formed under it. And yet, while he waited for his daughter to finish her meal so that he could take her, you also saw his fear.

You weren't mad. Obviously not. You know Lucien, know your mate, know the now father of your children. Since the beginning you knew he was terrified of being a father, when both of you agreed to try for babies (his own request, initially) you were prepared for this moment: the moment he realized everything was true. He was a father, he had a family, a loving mate and babies that would love him even more. Everything he was always prived of having.

You heard your mother's shouts outside the doors when one of the healers went out to tell the news. Soon her shouts were united with Helion's ones, and then your stepdad asking them to shut up and not disturb the rest of the patients, although you knew his own face would be covered in tears once he gets to enter your room.

When Madja took the girl out from you and handed the baby boy into your arms so he could eat too, you saw Lucien's face chante into one of nervousness. He let go of your hand so he could take the girl with more security, Madja being trained in all those years in taking babies here and there.

- I don't know how to do this - He said when tried to take the baby from the healer's arms, hearing her squirm when taken out of the comfortable position she was in.

- No parent does in the beginning, young boy, you can take your time - She said and took his arms to place them around the newborn's body. You noticed the exact moment when his eyes shifted to the most soft look he ever wore in his life. You watched as his eyes took in every part of her, her small arms, her big eyes, her tiny hands. And he saw her cries stop little by little as she smelled her fathers scent, Lucien smiled so big you could fill your own eyes tearing with emotion.

- Hi Theodosia, nice to meet you - He whispered into her head, as he bent down to kiss her forehead - I'm your dad - He said and she wiggled her hands as if trying to take a strand of his hair, as orange as his own - But I think you already know that, don't you little girl?

- Miss, both families want to come in, can I let them? - Madja asked you, your eyes never leaving the interaction happening between you mate and your daughter.

- Not yet, give us some more minutes. Lucien will call when we are ready - She only gave a small smile and looked at your little family too - You are lucky. Take care of them.

- I will - She gave you a fast kiss in the head and a caress in your son's cheek, smiling again.

- I know.

- Wanna hold your boy? - You asked Lucien and saw face red in tears, his smile reaching the sides of his face.

- She has your eyes - He said while exchanging babies with you, careful to not hurt any of his loves.

- And Philip has yours - He looked at his son and realized that, yes, indeed, the boy's eyes were the exact same shade as his eyes used to be when he was young - Are you happy, my love?

- What do you think? - He laughed at you, for you, and you couldn't help but giggle a little bit too - I'm surprised any of our parents ran into the room yet.

- I made Cassian promise to hold them in place and guard the door until we are ready to receive them - His laugh echoed again, stronger now. Both of your babies searching for the sound their father made.

- I think they love me - He said, caressing his boy's face.

- They got it from their mother - You smiled at him, seeing his skin start to glow as the fear started to completely fade inside of him, leaving space only for the joy he felt.

- And what a mother they have - You shyly smiled at him, years went by and you still had to grow accustomed to his flirts.

- Sunny boy, happy girl, are you both done? I have a mad grandmother and a crazy grandfather trying to climb on me to get to the door - Cassian screams from the corridor, curses and tantrums being thrown at him - I'm afraid that Helion will curse me, he's searching for his book, can you give a green signal, please?

- Let's end Cassian's suffering and let them in - You laugh at your mate's sad face.

- He is a big, scary general, I think he can handle a small curse from my father - You laughed even harder, now hearing even Rhysand trying to command his general out of the way, as excited as your parents to see the babies.

- Lucien! - You scolded him as he rolled his eyes and got up from the chair.

- Dear Theodosia, dear Philip, prepare yourselves to meet the mess your family is - He said out loud, obviously trying to make everyone outside hear him.

Pride wasn't enough of a word to describe how you felt in that moment, with everything you ever wished to have right in front of you, you realized how much of a lucky person you really were.

[avatar-anna]

I wanted to request something about Harry and yn having their relationship being exposed. They would have wanted to keep it a secret and did so successfully for a while until it was leaked.

exposing people is simply not the vibe. enjoy!

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You were inconsolable. For months, you and Harry had been able to keep your relationship out of the public eye, something a lot easier than movies and television made it out to be. You went out on dates, you held hands as you walked down streets, you did everything a normal couple would do. You didn’t go out as much as a normal couple maybe would, but you didn’t care, and neither did Harry.

He feared that public scrutiny would overwhelm you, that fans bombarding you on the street and in the comment sections of your social media accounts would drive the two of you apart or hurt your feelings in the worst way. So you decided to keep things a secret from the rest of the world, the only people who knew about your relationship being close friends and family. But after the location of your date last night got leaked to the public and paparazzi flooded nearly the entire perimeter of the restaurant you and Harry had been eating at, all that privacy was gone.

You'd never experienced anything like this before. Before you could private any of your social media, you suddenly had thousands of followers, articles were written about you, despite them not knowing a single thing about you besides who you were currently dating, and sometimes it felt like you were being stared at—at work, at the grocery store, when you went out shopping with your friend, and especially any time you were spotted with Harry. When he first raised his concerns about your privacy after your first few dates, you didn't really get it, but went along with what he said anyway. But now you knew, and you wished more than ever that you could go back before everything had changed.

But that wasn't why you were incosolable today.

It had been a few weeks since your face was first plastered over social media and gossip magazines, and somehow information and pictures you'd never shared with anyone but those closest to you kept getting leaked. You didn't know why or how until Harry realized it.

"Baby, I—I don't want you to take this the wrong way, I just want you to hear me out, okay?" he said while you shared dinner outside and watched the sunset.

"What is it?"

I just...noticed something. Your friend...She was the one who helped you plan my brithday, right?"

The second he said it, you knew what he was implying. "She wouldn't—She wouldn't do that to me," you said, but in your mind you were recalling every bit of information that was leaked to the press. Some were things that your family knew as well as your friend, but the pictures of you on vacation, from years before you'd even known who Harry was...she'd been the one to take some of them.

"Oh, love," Harry said, pulling you out of your chair and into his lap when he saw the signs that you were about to cry. He let you sob into his chest, your tears dampening his shirt. His hand reached up to rub your back, kissing the top of your head and giving you as much time as you needed to get your feelings out. "I'm so sorry, I wish there was something I could do. Do you want me to talk to her?"

You shook your head. "I'll handle it," you said, your voice muffled as you spoke against his shirt.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No."

"Do you want to jump on the bed and scream out all your frustrations?"

You sniffled, tears still slipping down your cheeks. "No."

"Do you...want me to kiss it better?"

"You can't," you said, fighting the smile that was trying to stretch across your face. You knew what he was trying to do, but you weren't ready to laugh yet.

"You underestimate the power of my kiss, dove," Harry joked. "But if you don't want it, I guess I'll just take myself elsewhere."

He tried to stand up, but your arms tightened around his neck so that you went with him. Your legs slipped around his waist so that Harry could walk around with you. He chuckled softly, but didn't try to set you down.

"What would you like do to, dove?"

With your cheek still rested against his chest, you said, "I just want to love on you."

"Yeah? That'll make you feel better?"

"Mmhm."

"Well, I can't argue with that. Love away."

Harry settled down on his couch while you pressed lazy kisses to his skin, your hands playing with the soft strands of hair at the nape of his neck. It was easy to pretend like nothing was wrong in Harry's arms. Nothing bad could happen here, and you knew Harry would never let anything bad happen to you, not if he could help it. You didn't blame him for anything that happened these last couple weeks, he wasn't responsible for other people's actions. But you knew he felt guilty, so you took this time to show him how much you loved and appreciated him.

Your heart still hurt at the knowledge that one of your friends betrayed you, but it was an easier pill to swallow when you knew how much Harry loved and wanted to protect you.

"Will you come with me? When I talk to her?" you asked, your thumb smoothing across his cheek.

Harry tipped your chin up with his finger, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your lips. "Of course. I'll always be there for you, you know that."

You did know that, but hearing him say it warmed your heart. "Thank you. I think I'm ready to jump on the bed now."

"You gonna make me carry you up the stairs?"

"Yes."

"Well then let's go, dove. My bed awaits us."

Harry jogged with you up the stairs towards his bedroom. When he climbed up on his bed, he set you down so you could jump together. It was stupid and silly and something you never would've thought to do, but stupid and silly was kind of what you needed right now, and he knew that.

You jumped until you laughed and laughed until you couldn't breathe. You knew once you settled down that your heart would feel heavy again, but Harry was there, and you knew you could face pretty much anything with him by your side.