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themanwiththeplan05 · 9 months
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I'm not very good at writing first sentences.
Here are some sketches (mostly Homestar Runner characters) from like, two years ago. I've got more, but I don't feel like sharing them right now.
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Anyway, Rock On! \__/,
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age-of-moonknight · 2 years
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“Moonwalk (Part 1),” Daken: Dark Wolverine (Vol. 1/2010), #13.
Writer: Rob Williams; Pencilers and Inkers: Mick Bertilorenzi and Riley Rossmo; Colorists: Cris Peter and Riley Rossmo; Letterer: Cory Petit
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moonstruckme · 5 months
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Hey darling x I hope youre doing well 🩷 I have a really cute maruaders idea if it sparks any inspiration.
Reader who always wears ruffle socks, or the ones with the big bows on the back, no matter the aesthetic shes got going on for the day and the boys are living for it. Like theyd notice when shes gotten a new pair and just melt when she pairs/matches them with one of the boys shirts/jumpers shes wearing.
Anyway, love you bub. You deserve everything and more x
Thanks for requesting gorgeous!! Love you too (and you deserve the most!) <3
poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 520 words
“Sweetness, key to my heart.” Sirius sidles up to you on the edge of your bed, holding a pair of silver socks in his hand. “Wanna wear these ones today?”
You hold up the balled socks you’ve already chosen. “I was gonna wear these blue ones,” you say. 
He purses his lips. “I just don’t think those are the way to go.” 
“But these have bows,” you say bemusedly. “I thought you like ones with bows.” 
Sirius opens his mouth to say something, but before he can, he’s hit with a balled-up shirt. 
“Oi!” He looks around, and James, shirtless, looks too. “Did you just throw a shirt at me?” 
“Of course not,” James says. “But actually, would you mind tossing it back?” Sirius does, clearly aiming for his head. James snatches it from the air with ease. “Anyway, don’t listen to him, angel. He's just being a prick because he wants you to match his shirt.” 
You look over, and Sirius is indeed wearing a gray shirt that would go well with your silver ruffle socks. Both of them rather complement his eyes, actually. 
“You’re welcome to wear them, Siri,” you offer. 
Sirius pouts, albeit fondly. “S’more fun when we’re matching,” he whines. 
You soften, more so when he sets his head on your shoulder, sighing pitifully. “Okay,” you say, smiling when he perks up instantly, “I don’t have any gray tops, but if you lend me one of yours I can wear the socks and we’ll match.” 
“Dove,” Remus moans as Sirius kisses you happily on the cheek, springing up to go look in the closet. “You give in so easily.” 
“Yeah, you can’t!” James says, and you notice that the shirt he’s put on is blue to match yours. 
"Aww," you say.
“Aww,” Sirius mocks, smirking at James as he brings you his shirt. You hesitate, and he tugs at the hem of your top, trying to bring it over your head. 
James smacks at his hands—“don’t undress her, you pervert”—as Remus makes a sound of agitation that you suspect covers amusement, beginning to dig through his side of the closet. 
You’re laughing, having succeeded in keeping your top on only for Sirius to start trying to wrestle his favored pair of socks onto your feet, when Remus returns, one of his sweaters in hand. 
“Alright, enough.” He rolls his eyes, passing the sweater to James. “There, now she and Sirius can match, and you and I can match. Sound fair?” 
James lights up, and Sirius huffs, hauling your foot up against his chest possessively. “Fine. I see the way it is, Moony.” 
“I’ll change into your shirt,” you promise, wriggling in his hold, “but if you hold onto my foot a second longer, I’ll never be able to look at you again.” 
You make a horrified sound as Sirius grips your foot tighter, pressing an obstinate kiss to the side of your ankle, before releasing you. “Alright, lovely, put those pretty socks on.” 
“Don’t have any that are gray and with bows, do you?” Remus asks. You look at him, and he shrugs. “What? I like the ones with bows too.” 
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gimmeurtmi · 1 year
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no nut november — seungmin (loser #7)
pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader
tags: no nut november mini series, established long term relationship, domestic bliss, ot8 inclusive, smut!!!🔞
warnings: swearing, matching nicknames, bants, breeding kink!!!, talk about babies/having babies, talk about getting pregnant theoretically, mention of birth control and condoms obvs, mention/use of toys, overstimulation, reference to cum as “dirty”, it gets sickingly sweet at some point in the middle, unprotected sex, kink discussion/negotiation
inspo: let’s just say this is self indulgent.
notes: in my defence i have none. also this is the last nnn from me and it’s been the most fun thing to write! i’m so happy so many of you have been enjoying it and i can’t wait to read the last one!!! mwah!
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“So we can’t have sex for a month and then I can take you to that AirBnB your sister recommended,” Seungmin explained. He usually talked about weird things after spending an afternoon with the boys—but this might be a new record.
“I thought you were gonna take me there anyway for New Year’s?” You tilted your head to the side. Seungmin wasn’t one to forget plans you two made.
“I was, I mean—I am,” he corrected quickly, “this way I get to take you twice.”
“You could take me twice without having to play this stupid game,” you offered. He nodded, biting on his lip as he blinked at you—his bangs moving into his eyes.
“You don’t wanna do it? Because I’ll tell them they can go f—“
“—no, I wanna play,” you all but pouted, “if anything it would be funny. I don’t think any of them have dealt with as many tours as us. We’re practically pros at months without sex.”
Seungmin frowned his eyebrows at you, a look between disgust and concern painting his face. However, you weren’t wrong.
You’ve been together for more than two years, the longest in your group of friends and you’ve dealt with a lot of time apart from each other. At first it was hard, and then it got easier, and then it got hard again. But after going through more than three months without seeing your boyfriend in person (twice) you really didn’t even consider one month without sex so big of a challenge. When you explained all that to him, he laughed.
“Yeah, I said to them it can’t be that hard.”
“Well some of them are in their honeymoon phase still, they’re probably going at it like bunnies.”
“Speaking of,” Seungmin said, his face growing serious, “if we lose to Minho I will kill someone.”
“Okay,” you patted his shoulder, “we won’t lose, pups.”
“I don’t care if we do! But just not to him,” he emphasised.
“I’ll remind you of that if you’re ever close to breaking, then,” you nodded dutifully.
“Thanks, bubs,” he said softly, kissing you before he finally pressed play on your nightly Netflix marathon.
One by one Seungmin reported the boys losing. First it was Jisung (which surprised absolutely no one) and then it was Jeongin (which made you sigh in relief that he finally spoke up about his feelings) and then it was Hyunjin.
Just like that, almost two weeks have passed.
You weren’t counting. You only knew it was two weeks because Seungmin came over to help you with the groceries.
You lived alone—or rather, Seungmin lived with you when he was tired of the boys and then went back to them when you were tired of him—and so you didn’t need much in your house. You hadn’t had the chance to do any shopping this week since you mainly ate at work with how busy it was getting closer to the end of the year, and Seungmin finally decided to drag you out when he saw the two week old cartoon of milk still in your fridge.
“I’ll clean the fridge,” he offered since he knew you hated doing it, “and you make the list.”
He pulled the stool in front of the fridge and plopped down, already getting rid of the expired products
“Anything else, boss?” You rolled your eyes at him, but squeezed his shoulder in appreciation nonetheless.
He looked up at you, pursing his lips forward as he scrunched his eyes closed.
You leaned down to kiss him, exaggerating the noises as you rubbed his cheek.
“You’re very cute, pups,” you smiled at him.
“And you’re a slob, bubs,” he countered, showing you the very unappealing looking fruit you left in the drawer.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” you brushed him off, sitting on the ground next to him as he worked.
You looked at his concentrated face carefully, taking a moment to appreciate the simplicity you got to enjoy with your boyfriend.
“Stop eye-fucking me,” he said simply.
“I was not doing that! I was just enjoying the domesticness,” you argued.
“That is not a word,” he countered without looking away from his task.
“It’s a feeling though,” you shrugged.
He looked over at you, his judgemental eyes staring you down for only a moment before they softened. “So you were having happy thoughts?”
“Is that allowed?”
“Of course it’s allowed,” he giggled, “I just thought you’d start getting horny soon.”
“And why’s that?” You challenged raising your eyebrows.
“Well, it’s usually two weeks after I leave that you start calling me all desperate,” he explains his logic. You chuckle.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Oh, baby,” he starts, fingers raised towards his ear in the shape of a phone as his voice raises up to mimic yours, “I miss you so much, I’m so needy, please Minnie,”
“First of all,” you point at him, “I do not sound like that. And second, do I really need to remind you of the time you sexted me from the airplane to America?”
“That was a different situation,” he shrugged.
“How is me missing you after two weeks worse than you getting on the Mile High club by yourself after like four hours apart?”
“I wasn’t by myself, you were with me,” he explained as he closed the fridge.
“I was on the phone,” you counter.
“You were there in spirit. You’re always with me when I touch my dick.”
You blinked at him. “Uh, aww?”
He giggled, finally standing up and offering his hands to you. “Come on, let’s go.”
Walking through the grocery store was a familiar routine with Seungmin. He’d roll the trolley down the aisles as you’d gather the items around, keeping a slow leisurely pace so you wouldn’t have to rush around him. Occasionally he’d roll by something he wanted and grab at it, easily plopping it into the rest of the pile.
You were glad it was getting cold again, because that meant Seungmin wore one of his many oversized hoodies—grabbing the products between his sweater paws.
More than once you had to halt his stroll just to kiss his lips softly.
“You are getting horny,” he commented after the third time.
“I’m not,” you chuckled at him, “you just look very very cute like this.”
“With a hoodie that’s covered in the smell of your old mouldy food?”
You rolled your eyes.
“Can you never just take a compliment?”
“Can you never just take the loss? You got horny first, admit it,”
“I don’t remember that being part of the bet,” you raise your eyebrows at him.
“It was implied,” he shrugged, pushing the trolley down to the cereal aisle.
You decided to seal the bickering with a small slap on his shoulder, to which he naturally replied with sticking his tongue out to you.
When you stopped next to him to place the cereal in the trolley, he kissed your cheek.
“What else?”
“Shampoo,” you directed him towards the toiletry aisle.
There was a new brand on the shelf, and the bottle looked fancy, so you stood for a few minutes as you debated the now new option with your boyfriend.
He tried to explain to you that all of these were the same anyway, they just smell different, but that was of no interest to you. You had to pick the best shampoo.
Seungmin retired from the debate, using his time to try and catch a new Pokémon on his phone.
He rarely played it, and he wasn’t at all invested in the game like his friends were, but you were taking your time and he didn’t want to be too impatient.
When you finally decided to stick to the brand you always used, Seungmin got back to his slow stroll, absentmindedly grabbing a pack of condoms and throwing it in the pile.
“Why?” You chuckled at him.
“Because we’re out,” he deadpanned.
“And the bet?” You squint your eyes at him.
“Oh, shit,” Seungmin chuckles, “sorry, that was an instinct. We don’t need these.”
He picked up the small red pack, carefully placing it back on the shelf.
“I don’t understand why we need them anyway,” you start casually. It was something you thought about recently, when Seungmin stopped everything you were doing because he couldn’t find any condoms in the dorm. He later blamed Felix for that—but you were honestly just thankful for the early night on that particular occasion.
Still, you felt you’ve been together for a long enough time for that to not matter to him as much as it did.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean it’s not like we sleep with other people so I don’t understand why you insist on them so much,” you shrug.
“So, what, I should just get you pregnant then?” He scoffs at you.
You roll your eyes, approaching him with a sigh. You know he knows you take birth control—he’s the one who insisted on having an alarm on his phone too to make sure you don’t forget a day. He knows about your habit of turning off alarms instead of snoozing them.
You also know he knows you didn’t start taking the pills for your sex life but rather to make your periods more regular—but you still thought it might ease his strict view on condoms.
Still, he gave you the perfect opportunity to tease him and so you seize it, in the form of grabbing the front of his hoodie and pouting at him.
“Seungmin, please,” you mock the voice he used before by your fridge, “please put a baby inside me.”
His eyes gap.
“Dumbass,” you push at his shoulders. “You can’t. I’m on birth control and you’re the one who makes sure I never miss one.”
Seungmin remains completely still.
“You’re supposed to be the smart one,” you ruffle his hair before turning your back to him, making your way down the aisle to look for any beauty products on offer.
Once you leave his vicinity, Seungmin lets out a big breath.
He looks down at his crotch, thankful he wore black jeans today as he could feel himself growing harder and harder the more he repeated your words in his head.
You’ve never said anything like that to him before and the more he thought about it, the more he imagined you saying that while he was fucking you and not in front of a million bottles of shampoo. Then he realised he was leaking in his boxers.
When you ran back to him with a happy skip in your step, showing him the lipstick that was half price he simply smiled at you, nodding wordlessly.
As you cuddled up to him when the pair of you got into bed that night—Seungmin still couldn’t get your voice out of his head. He knew himself well and as much as he wanted to blame his body’s reaction on the fact that he simply didn’t cum for two weeks he knew that wasn’t true. It had nothing to do with that and everything to do with the thought of getting to cum inside you.
He never even considered it before—always going by the very important rule that sex should always involve protection, even if it was with the girl he knew he was going to eventually marry. And even when you told him about your birth control he didn’t consider not using condoms anymore an option. It would be dirty that way, and birth control wasn’t a guarantee, and if anything that just meant that you were using one more method of protection.
But now—his mind didn’t care how dirty it was. All he wanted was to feel you raw.
He wanted to make you beg for his cum, he wanted to make you say that again, tell him to put a baby inside you. Then he wanted to push you more, fuck you so many times your pussy was too full of his cum that he could barely keep his dick inside you.
He was fully hard now.
He groaned silently to himself, willing his brain to stop thinking about this and focus on literally anything else.
At least you were already sleeping—or else you’d be teasing him endlessly about being the one to actually get horny first.
Changbin. Chan. Felix.
“And Minho?” You asked, almost hopefully after Seungmin recalled the traumatic evening of Felix losing.
“No way,” Seungmin clicked his tongue, “that menace is strong.”
You knew from Minho’s girlfriend that they were definitely not having sex—but with barely a week left you wanted him to just break already so Seungmin would go back to normal.
Just like you didn’t expect Felix to last as long as he did, you didn’t expect Seungmin to not even help you cum.
Changbin’s now girlfriend was practically gloating when she retold the story to you at the last game night. All about how “giving” Changbin was before he officially lost.
You also heard from Han’s girlfriend.
It was the only time you hated how close you girls were—having to hear from each one of them how great they were all doing in that department. But it was okay. They’ll all see the Instagram posts from your romantic retreat and that would be your victory.
Still, whenever you asked Seungmin if he could at least touch you he stopped kissing you—saying he knew he wouldn’t control himself if he did that. At first you tried teasing him about it, but it stopped being fun when he simply said no and wouldn’t even tease you back.
There was only one occasion in which he indulged you, sometime before Chan lost, when he walked in on you taking care of the problem by yourself.
“I bought you that dildo for when I’m away, not when I’m in the next room practising,” he tried scolding you, but it wasn’t at all intimidating when his eyes didn’t leave your pussy once.
“Pups, I’m sorry but I’m desperate,” you whined, getting increasingly annoyed at the interruption.
“What about us being in it together? If I can’t cum you shouldn’t be allowed to either,” he tried.
You scoffed.
“You need me,” he added, realising his first argument did not take.
“The only thing I need you for is to make a baby. Other than that I can do everything by myself,” you smiled innocently.
You expected Seungmin to say a variety of things, knowing him so well you practically predicted his retorts before he said them. But you did not expect him to growl at you before he rushed onto the bed, grabbing your chin and kissing you until you couldn’t breath.
At one point he grabbed the dildo from you and fucked you with it until you came more times than you could count.
He made no smug remarks afterwards, just took care of you and then he went for a very long walk.
After that, Seungmin spent most nights at the dorm.
November 30th
You wrapped your arms around your boyfriend as he entered your apartment, bringing the cold air in with him.
“Pups, your face is freezing!” You yelped, before bringing your hands onto his cheeks to warm him up.
Seungmin showed his gratitude by trying to lick your hands.
You kicked his leg lightly before you ushered him inside, sitting him down on the couch.
“Order what you want,” you told him, handing over your phone as you brought your blanket out into the living room.
You didn’t even need to verbalise Seungmin was staying over tonight. You both knew as soon as the clock hit midnight (five hours to go) he would take you for as long and as hard as he could—just like he did whenever he’d come back home after a long time apart.
So until then you’d watch a movie, and maybe talk a bit, and maybe kiss until it was time.
“Done,” he said as the food order was confirmed.
“Oh! I’ll be right back!” You clapped enthusiastically, retreating to your room to grab the very important item still in your possession.
Seungmin squinted his eyes at you when he noticed you were hiding something behind your back—while failing to hide the grin on your face.
When you sat down beside him, grin unstoppable, you eagerly handed him the laminated coupon you saved for this very moment.
One Seungmin Serenade - to be redeemed monthly (T&Cs apply)
Said T&Cs were written on the back in Seungmin’s handwriting, such as “bubs cannot record them” and “don’t ask the same song twice” and “i’m not learning a new song for you” and “if you ask for one after redeeming this then you get no serenades at all don’t test me” and “one (1) additional coupon available on your birthday because i’m nice and unfortunately i love you”.
Seungmin groaned when he saw the ticket, grabbing it from your hands quickly.
“I was really hoping you forgot about it this month,”
“No, I was saving it for this very day,” you grinned.
“I hate that you laminated it,” he shook his head, “you’re a dork.”
“Perhaps,” you shrugged, “but you’re contractually obliged to sing for this dork.”
“You don’t look like PD nim to me,” he raised his eyebrows at you.
“Pups,” you said, as seriously as you could master, “this was your idea.”
“I thought it was stupid enough for you to not agree,” he defended.
“Then you underestimated just how far I’ll go to hear you sing.”
“Let me introduce you to an amazing app,” he said, pulling his phone out and tapping around it, “its called Spotify and if you search Stray K—“
“Kim Seungmin!”
His mouth gapped lightly.
“Not my legal name,” he muttered as he turned the coupon around in his hand.
“As the girlfriend I shouldn’t even have to use your dorky coupon idea and you should sing me to sleep every night—“
“—doesn’t work that way—“
“—you did that when we started dating,” you protested.
“Yeah,” he smirked, “to get in your pants. And after that worked I no longer need to do it every night.”
You slapped his chest, laughing as you said, “do you wanna go another full month, Kim Seungmin?”
“Why are you full naming me?”
“Honour my coupon!” You shoved at his shoulders, biting back your smile as Seungmin’s own smile took over his face.
“Okay, okay,” he grabbed your hands, stopping you from shaking him any longer, “pick your song.”
“Ghost,” you smirked.
“Ahh,” he pointed his finger at you, smirking right back, “you picked that in August so you can’t pick it again.”
“But I have this,” you raised your eyebrows for a moment, revealing one more coupon.
Free Pass - allows bubs to break a rule
“You can’t just make your own free pass!” He scoffed.
“Turn it over,” you all but wink.
Free Pass - allows pups to ask for anything
“Anything?” He blinked at you. “Like, sexual or..?”
“It can be sexual, if I’m comfortable with it,” you nod.
“No, yeah, of course.” Seungmin stared at the card, chuckling lightly when he sees the heart above the i.
“I can use it tonight?” You nod. “Okay. Then Ghost.”
Seungmin opens his phone, finding a karaoke video of the song. You place your head on his lap, like it always is when he sings to you, and close your eyes.
His voice surrounds you, his fingers in your hair, his stomach moving against your head as he takes in deep breathes before the higher notes.
When the song is over and the silence takes over the room again you lift your head up from his lap, wordlessly climbing into it as you wrap your arms around him.
His voice always makes you emotional, especially when he sings only for you, so he’s used to the Koala like hold you have on him once he’s done singing.
He simply rubs your back, indulging in the feeling of you so close as you calm down.
He isn’t used to what you say next.
“Pups?”
“Mhm?”
“When we have a baby will you sing them to sleep every night?”
He coughs. “Not every night. I’m not a wind up monkey.”
Good cover, he thinks to himself, but it’s taking every muscle in his body to calm his heart from how fast it’s beating.
“I’ll give you a baby and you can’t sing the poor thing to sleep?”
Focus.
“I think I need to give you a baby first,” he chuckled, swallowing as soon as the words leave his mouth. Wrong this to say, he knows, because now his dick is very interested in the conversation.
You notice instantly.
“Sorry, am I too close?” You offer, lifting one of your legs up to climb off his lap. Seungmin stops you quickly.
“No, no, it’s fine.”
“There’s only a few hours left, pups,” you smile, kissing his jaw softly.
“We’ll eat and then watch whatever you want and then officially win this bet,” he smiles back, rubbing his thumbs against your hips, “sounds good, bubs?”
You nod.
“Then we can start working on that baby you won’t sing for,” you roll your eyes dramatically—just in case your boyfriend doesn’t get that you’re joking.
“W-what?” Seungmin swallows, his mouth completely dry now and he doesn’t think it’s from the singing.
“I was joking,” you say quickly. “I’m still on birth control.”
“Yes, I know you’re on birth control, Y/N,” he shakes his head.
“Not my legal name,” you mock him.
He squeezes your hips as he looks down between your bodies, trying his hardest not to roll you against him.
“Can we, uh, I wanna,” he huffs, “let me tell you what I wanna use my pass for now just in case you’re not comfortable with it.”
“Okay,” you let the subject change slide.
Until you realise it’s not a subject change at all.
“Since when do you have a breeding kink?” You ask him once he tells you what it is he wants.
“It’s not a breeding kink,” he shakes his head at you.
“Pups, you want me to beg you for a baby while having sex. That is literally the definition.”
“I don’t want a baby now, I just wanna fuck you raw,” he tried to downplay it, he isn’t even sure why. Seungmin knows you aren’t judging him, you never do, but he never wanted something so badly before—and you saying no might actually drive him crazy. He wants to be gentle about this.
“Fine then be more specific,” you try, “do you just want to try it with no condom or do you actually want me to say the words?”
“The words,” he confesses slowly.
“And what words exactly?” You try, wanting to make sure you get his wish right. “Is it just ‘put a baby in me’ or is it like ‘I want your cum’ or something different like ‘paint my cunt’—“
“—shut the fuck up, Y/N,” he groans loudly, lifting his hips off the couch eagerly as his head falls back. He squeezed the top of your thighs incredibly tight.
“Right. So all of the above,” you note with a nod.
Just as Seungmin is certain he’s going to drag your body against his cock the doorbell rings, making you lift off him easily as you grab the food from the delivery man.
You calmly grab the food out the bags, grabbing plates and cutlery as you distribute the food between the plates.
Seungmin gets up from the couch and walks straight towards you.
“You’ll get the food in a sec, pups,” you chuckle at him.
Seungmin grabs your hands, halting your movements as he takes a step closer to you.
“Can we eat later?”
“Like, after the movie?” You blink at him.
“No,” he says, eyes dark and focused on you. It sends a chill down your legs. “After I fuck a baby into you.”
“Minnie,” you sigh, unable to ignore the way you felt his words deep in your core, “it’s almost nine. Do you really wanna lose so close to the end?”
“I don’t care,” he starts, grabbing your chin and tilting it upwards, allowing him to plant open kisses on your skin.
“But Minho—“
“—don’t care,” he mumbles into your skin.
“You specifically told me to remind you how you don’t wanna lose to him,” you try, although you aren’t sure what you’re fighting for anymore.
Sure it was Seungmin’s idea, but the thought of him fucking you raw was really fucking hot—and seeing him getting extremely desperate over it was enough to make your panties stick to your body with the wetness now coating them. It didn’t help that you last had sex thirty one days ago.
Still, were you really going to let him give up with so little time left?
“And now I’m specifically telling you to take your clothes off and let me.. what was it… paint your cunt.”
Yeah. You were going to let him give up with so little time left.
You crash your lips into his, swallowing both your moans into the kiss as the pair of you manoeuvre around your flat until you find the bedroom.
It doesn’t matter that you crash into a wall once or twice, or that Seungmin practically jams the doorknob into your back, because soon enough you fall onto the bed with him on top of you, pulling your clothes off like you’re the first sign of water he’s seen after a month in the desert.
Your hands tangle in his hair as you keep kissing—teeth clashing against his braces.
“Ow, fuck,” you groaned, pushing at his shoulders.
Seungmin understood what you needed, lifting himself up by his forearms.
“Let’s slow down for like two seconds,” you sighed, breathing in deeply. He nods, kissing your cheek softly before he takes a moment to catch his breath as well.
You look over at the clock behind him. 21:24.
“Are you sure?” You ask one more time.
“Ask me again and you don’t get to cum tonight at all,” Seungmin said, far too simply.
You groaned.
“Fine, but if I hear you bitch about losing to him once—“
“—mention Minho again and the same applies,” he dips his head between your breasts, wasting no time as he wraps his lips around your nipple. You whine softly, bringing your hands around his neck as you trail your nails up into his hair.
He hums against your bud before he pulls away with a small pop, trailing kisses down your stomach.
“Minnie, skip the fucking foreplay and just fuck me,” you groan. He looks up at you with a smirk but says nothing, instead pulling down his boxers.
You reach out for his dick, wrapping your hand around it and you both moan at the feeling. He’s heavy in your hand, and so warm, and you instantly pull him closer to you, aligning the tip with your entrance.
“You’re fucking eager,” he comments, having the audacity to tease you when you both know he’s the one who lost his patience.
You can’t even think of a rebuttal as he sinks all the way inside you.
You both breath heavily as you adjust to the familiar stretch, Seungmin’s eyes scrunched shut. You know better than to say anything, already feeling him twitch against your walls.
After a few moments he starts moving, much slower than you’d like, eyes still shut.
“This won’t be impressive,” he warns you, already losing his rhythm as his jaw clenchs visibly.
“It’s okay, baby,” you say softly, rubbing his shoulder, “we’ll use the vibe later if you need. Just want you to cum inside me first.”
“Don’t—“ he groans loudly, “—don’t fucking say that or I will seriously cum right now.”
“I won’t judge you for that at all,” you say sweetly, kissing his jaw as he moves closer to you, “this is the first time you’ve felt my cunt raw, Minnie, it’s okay if you lose your mind over how good it feels.”
“Your cunt feels so good like this,” he moans loudly, “so fucking warm.”
You moan at his praise. “Imagine how warm it’ll feel with your cum coating my walls.”
And that’s all it takes for him to groan loudly, pushing in impossibly deeper as you feel his dick twitching inside you—the warm feeling settling deep inside your stomach as he cums.
It’s a lot, his orgasm crashing into him so quickly, and he all but crashes on top of you, his dick still buried inside you.
You kiss his forehead as he calms down, his breath fanning against your chest.
As soon as it starts to even out you open your mouth to speak, to reassure him that you didn’t mind how fast that was, but a yelp replaces whatever words you came up with when Seungmin shoots up and reaches for the drawer in your nightstand.
He easily pulls out your favourite vibe—the one he bought you for your first Valentine’s Day as a couple—and with no warning he presses the toy against your clit.
He’s still inside you and with the vibrations against you, your moans leave you without you even noticing. Soon, Seungmin starts thrusting into you again slowly.
“There you go, beautiful,” he says, eyes fixed on the toy, “gonna let me fuck my cum deeper into you?”
“Fuck, Minnie,” you whine, “baby, please.”
He chuckles cockily, his confidence always skyrockets when he hears you beg for him. He flicks his wrist, moving the vibe from side to side quickly as he slows down his thrusts.
His cock reaches deep inside you, nudging against your most sensitive spot, your wetness and his allowing him to slip in and out so incredibly easily. When he leans down to suck on your collarbone you whine out.
“I’m close, I’m close,” you start chanting, so he turns the setting up on the vibrator—grinning as you all but scream in response.
“Go on, my love, I got you,” he encourages, and with one final deep thrust your walls clench around him tightly.
Seungmin doesn’t pull out, nor does he move the vibrator away from your clit, and after your second orgasm in a row you let out a strangled moan from the overstimulation.
“Off, off, off,” you squirmed, causing your boyfriend to quickly move the toy away from you and turn it off.
Everything around you is sticky and sweaty and wet—the mess between your thighs started to leak a long time ago, pooling on the sheets.
Seungmin planted kisses on your temple, slowly, giving you the time you needed to calm down from the pleasure.
The aftershock of two orgasms made your walls practically flutter, clenching around Seungmin a few times. He buried his head in the crook of your neck as he sighed deeply.
“Bubs, you have no fucking idea how good this feels,” he mumbled against your skin.
“Yeah,” you sigh, running your fingers up and down his back soothingly. “It’s a little weird, but it’s also really hot that I can feel it inside me.”
“Yeah,” he kisses your neck. “Wanna keep going?”
You decided whatever Seungmin asked for you’d give him. You decided that the night you realised you loved him, but you decided that all over again when he kept asking if you could keep going—insisting on making you cum at least twice after each one of his, growing fascinated by the way his cum would spill out of your cunt as you came down from your high.
After the fourth round, Seungmin finally tapped out.
He crashed on his back, hand tangled around your shoulders as he filled his lungs with as much air as he could get.
“Holy shit, Minnie,” you chuckle breathlessly.
“Holy shit indeed,” he shakes his head in disbelief. “That’s the best sex we ever had.”
“Oh, absolutely,” you laugh.
You use the very little strength you have to reach for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his.
The silence takes over the room when even your breathing becomes quieter—so quiet, in fact, that Seungmin knows you’ve fallen asleep.
“Hey, hey!” He shook your intertwined hands. “Wake up!”
“No,” you mumbled back.
“We have to shower after all that, bubs, wake up.”
“No,” you whined, “sleep.”
“Bubs, there’s cum everywhere. We need to change the sheets and clean you out and drink,” he reminded you, squeezing your hand. He leaned over, carefully, pressing a kiss to your temple.
Eventually you listen to your boyfriend and get up, cleaning yourself and the bed and finally eating the food you ordered. Your hand never leaves his, locked together tightly, as that is the one thing Seungmin asked for as his aftercare and you always made sure to give him exactly that.
When you finally get back into your clean bed—sometime before four in the morning—Seungmin mumbled angrily to himself.
“I’ll tell him tomorrow and that smug asshole can get his stupid win,” he seethes.
“Okay, puppy,” you chuckle at him. The only thing you could think about was the pleasure still tingling around your body, how you’ve known each other for so long and somehow he still managed to surprise you tonight with his stamina, about how hot that all was. But Seungmin was still thinking about the competition.
He kissed your lips sweetly, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Thanks for trying that out with me.”
“It was incredible, baby,” you grinned at him, “thanks for getting so horny over the thought of it all.”
Seungmin groaned in response.
When Seungmin woke up around midday he reached for his phone, checking the time. And maybe a part of him was relieved to finally see December on that date.
There were a few notifications waiting for his attention, but he opened the group chat first.
He sighed heavily when he read over Chan’s text that came in at six in the morning, knowing he sent it before he went to sleep and definitely not because he woke up early.
Bang Chan: so who won?
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mydearesthrry · 8 months
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sweet nothing - h.s.
a/n: TOTALLY LOST THE PLOT WHILE WRITING THIS. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE BASED OFF OF THE PICTURE BELOW BUT I GOT DISTRACTED. pls listen to sweet nothing by taylor swift for the full experience!!!
🎀 warnings/cw: none, most tooth rotting fluff ever.
🐇 pairing: fem!reader x harry styles
💐 wc: 1.6k
summary: taking care of a very sleepy harry in an ice bath, and in the car.
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“H, the bath is ready, bub.” Harry heard his girlfriend call quietly to him. He was slumped on the couch, this show particularly draining. He was quieter than usual, and instead of being glued to Y/N’s side like he usually was, he let one kiss to her full lips suffice before he decided to rest. 
“Mm, thank you, lovie. I’ll… I’ll be there in a second, jus’ don’t have the energy to go there right now.” His limbs were sore, almost every part of his body completely lost of energy, and he found it hard to even entertain the thought of getting up. 
“Okay… y’know what, just let me help you, H. The faster we get you into this bath, the faster we can go back to the hotel so you can sleep.” He knew she was right, and because he knew she was right, he allowed her to help (though not really at all since he already had felt bad that she ran the ice bath for him) him get to the bathroom. They walked slowly to the connected bathroom, Harry walking zombie-like in her arms. 
“Ready, sweet boy?” She tried to be as quiet as possible, the fact that Harry probably had a headache in the front of her mind. He nodded softly, stripping down to his boxers before letting her help him balance as he stepped into the bath. 
A wince immediately left him, Y/N whispering out ‘I’m sorry’s, knowing how shocking the bath was at first. She lowered herself with him, and sat on the floor next to the bucket when he sat down, submersing himself fully. 
“Okay bubs, y’know we’ve gotta do this so you don’t fall asleep on me. You ready?” Y/N says, pulling out her phone to pull up the trivia questions she’d pre written for the late night ice bath trivia that had become a tradition for them. Harry hums, and she flips to her notes to start. 
“Pick the category, my love. We’ve got pop culture, or the Marvel Cinematic Universe.” She asked, looking up at him, heart breaking a little at the exhausted expression that was obvious on his face. 
“Marvel.” He mumbles, sinking himself lower until his neck up was the only part of his body above water. 
“Okay… Timer officially starts now. Who played the character Pietro Maximoff, also known as Quicksilver?” Her tone was soft, almost at a whisper. 
“Umm… Aaron Taylor Johnson?” Harry questioned, racking his brain to try his hardest to stay awake. His body had now gotten used to the stark cold that he’d slowly started to get used to over the times he’s done this on tour. 
“Good job, baby. What was the name of Peter Parker’s love interest in Spider-Man: Homecoming? This one should be easy, it’s one of my favorite movies.” She giggled, a serene sense of peace overcoming her at the domesticity of it all. 
“It is easy, she’s called Liz, right? Liz Allan, or something.” His eyes were now closed, feeling the tension in his body slowly disintegrate from the cold of the water. 
“Perfect! Though the both of us know that Peter and MJ were the better couple, they were entirely more in love and cuter.” She smiled. 
“Oh, really? Like us then, hm?” Harry hummed. 
“Yes, H, exactly like us.” A few more questions had passed, and Lloyd had now come to join them in the bathroom, his camera hung around his neck. They’d anticipated him coming anyway, knowing that he would come to snap some behind the scenes pictures. Before they’d even left to go to his dressing room, they’d told Lloyd when to come in so that he could come talk to them. 
“Hey guys, sorry for intruding, but I need one of you to pick a few pictures for tonight so I can get them edited by tomorrow.” Lloyd tried to keep his voice quiet too, knowing the kind of atmosphere he was entering before he even came to meet the two in the bathroom. 
“Oh yeah, of course, did you want some pictures too?” Harry smiled, a tired but polite look on his face. Harry had built a great relationship with Lloyd over the months that they’ve been on tour, and they’d gotten more comfortable with each other than they’d anticipated. 
“Only if you’re comfortable, H.” Lloyd smiled. Y/N and Lloyd talked for a second, scrolling through pictures and picking out a few for him to edit. The time they took allowed Harry to rest in the cold for a little, before pushing himself up and folding over, dipping his head into the ice cold water. He could faintly hear Lloyd’s footsteps move to the front of the tub, along with the flicking of the camera shutter going off as he lifted his head out of the tub, ringing out his hair from the nape of his neck to the front of his scalp. 
A couple more flutters from the camera shutters were heard when Harry was rubbing his eyes with the pruny tips of his fingers, and he failed to see the smile on Lloyd’s face. 
Lloyd pulled the camera from his eyes, looking at the digital screen that held a preview of the picture. In the corner, slightly blurred because of the harsh focus that was set on Harry in the center, say Y/N with a soft smile playing on her lips, a moony gaze in her eyes. He made a mental note to send it to them later, and to also crop her out in the final edit in an attempt to salvage their private relationship. 
“Perfect. I’ll let you two rest now, think I’m gonna head to the hotel now myself. Sleep well, you guys, I’ll send you the pictures in the morning.” Lloyd smiles at them, sharing goodnights before closing the door behind him as he walked out. 
Harry’s now damp hair was combed back by his fingers and rested on the top of his head, save for the rogue curl that shriveled in a tiny curl on his forehead. Y/N rested her arms on the side of the tub, a gleam in her eyes as she watched Harry’s relaxed expression. Her timer, however, had different plans for the relaxed couple, and went off with shrill screams, notifying them that it was now time for Harry to leave the bath. 
“Alright sweet boy, time to go.” She tapped on her screen to stop the ringing, standing up to grab his black and white striped towel. She met him in the middle, her boyfriend already standing on the towel that laid outside of the tub, water droplets falling from his body in a soft cascade, small shivers shaking his shoulders slightly. Wrapping the towel around his shoulders, she pushes herself up onto her tiptoes to meet the level of his face, pecking soft kisses onto his cold lips. They stayed in that position for a bit, waiting for Harry’s skin to absorb the rest of the small water droplets. 
She led him with a soft tug to the main space in the dressing room, taking the outfit she’d gotten ready for him while he was on stage from the makeup chair and placed it onto the couch. Leaning down a bit, she took the towel to let him remove his now soaked briefs, before passing him a pair of boxers, tossing his towel onto the back of the couch. She passed him his clothes as he dressed himself slowly, humming at the words of love and admiration he sleepily spewed out. Once he got his last article of clothing on, she took his hoodie strings into her hands and tugged it down softly, making him lean down a bit to meet her lips. 
Their lips connected in a soft caress, his bottom lip wedges in between her two lips, a sweet hum emitting from his throat from the taste of her coconut flavored chapstick, one that was his favorite. Something that could only be described as love seemed to fill the room whenever they had these kinds of moments. Moments that was completely and purely their own. 
They broke away from the kiss, and when Harry went to say something, a yawn cut him off, mouth opening wide making him resemble something of a lion, making a giggle fall from her slightly swollen lips. “Let’s get you into a bed, sleepy boy.” 
“M’kay.” Harry didn’t put up a fight, wanting to get into bed with her to snuggle more than anything. 
They walked through the halls of the venue, pushing through the back door where their driver was already waiting for them, engine started and purring softly. Y/N opens the back car door, stepping in and moving to the side since she knew Harry would follow her. The driver muttered that it would take them about 5 to 10 minutes to get to the hotel before taking off without another word. 
Y/N snapped her seatbelt on, a confused twinge on her face when she didn’t see Harry do the same. Instead, he scooted over to the middle seat, laying into her sleepily. “H, you gotta put on your seatbelt.” 
“Noooo, s’not even that far, and I jus’ wan’ y’to hold me right now.” He mumbled, slightly muffled from the way he burrowed his face into her neck. She sighed in slight exasperation, saying nothing and just letting him completely collapse and rest into her. He was almost laying completely in her lap, her hand in his hair, a soft smile playing on her lips as she looked out the window and into the city. 
She let out a tiny giggle when she felt the slight tickle of stubble on her neck, followed by sweet kisses on the expanse of it. “I love you, love y’so much, it hurts.” 
“I love you, H.” She intertwined their fingers together, bringing up his hand to her mouth and pressing featherlight kisses onto his knuckles. 
“I love you,” Harry whined, making the smallest of smiles cover her face since knew how clingy and lovey Harry got when he was tired. She tried to relish in these moments as much as possible. 
“I love you, sweet boy, the Peter Parker to my Michelle Jones.” A sweet giggle sounded from Harry as he remembered the conversation from earlier. 
“Entirely in love and cute. I agree.” 
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mj0702 · 2 months
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The other Bronze – Pt.5
As usual my thanks go out to @samkerrworshipper and @valewosomtb for the support and every other person who find a little joy in this series ❤️
Lucy wrangled you into the backseat of her holy Cupra while Ona easily slip into the driver seat. The blonde manoeuvred the Car safely through traffic and they arrived Camp Nuo shortly after leaving the house. Normally Lucy and Ona would walk the short distance but with state you were in that would be an impossible task.
“Come on Bubs... we're here... time to head to Alexia” Lucy said smiling trying to get your attention as you continued to be engrossed with the fidget toy.
Lucy nudged you lightly and you looked at her “Huh?”
“I have to go into work...you'll stay with Alexia, okay?” your sister explained for the second (third?) time
“Can't I stay with you... I'll be good, I promise” you say with big pleading eyes
“Not today Bubs... tomorrow okay... you will have fun with Ale” Lucy said softly as she coaxed your high ass out of the car.
She took your hand to steady you once again as she led you into the building leaving Ona with two kit bags and your “Survival Kit” as Lucy dubbed it. Once inside Lucy made a beeline for the gym knowing Alexia always came in early so she could drop you off at Gym care. She pushed the door open with her foot not trusting you to not fall over once she let go of your arm.
“Alexia... your day kid is here” she announced grinning while you looked around stunned like you've never saw a gym before
“What an earth happened?” Alexia exclaimed taking in your slightly swaying form “I saw her three hours ago – she was fine!”
“Yeah well...” Lucy rubbed the back of her neck embarrassed “... I may or may not have overdosed her painkillers... now she's high as a kite and doesn't really know what’s going on”
“You WHAT?” there it was – Captain Alexia appeared once again
“It was an accident because I misinterpreted the dosage...” your sister defended herself
“Woah” you exclaimed in awe as your eyes land on the Barca captain “You're pretty”
There was a short silence before Lucy bursted out laughing and Alexia looked confused at you. You stumbled towards her stopping just in time to not crash into her as she steadied you and you got really close to her face
“So pretty” you mumbled out “Why are you so pretty.. you have like... insanely brown eyes”
“Ehrm... thank you?” the Spaniard said bewildered by your actions “We've... met before?”
“Don't even bother... she'll won't remember anyway” Lucy was still laughing finding extreme joy in your high state at this point “Just... go with it... oh... and you remembered how I said to let her do weights if she wants... please don't let her”
“Lucy!! Vamos!” Keira yelled down the hallway in passing which caused you to turn around quickly nearly falling over if it wasn't for Alexias hand yanking on your shirt successfully pulling you back against her before letting you go again.
“Keira!” you shouted out happy trying to follow
“Nope...” Lucy said quickly stopping you as she stood in front of you “She called me, not you... you stay with Alexia... be good for her, okay Bubs?”
“You owe me Bronze... you owe me BIG time” Alexia grumbled at Lucy while your sister already was on the way out of the gym “Don't tell Mapí about this.. she'll find a reason to get out of training and land her annoying ass right here in the gym... I don't need a second child in here”
“I might be irresponsible sometimes, but I'm not that irresponsible... I wouldn't do that to you” Lucy held her pinkie up in a promise as she slipped through the door leaving you behind
“Okay Cariño... looks like it's just the two of...” Alexia turned around again just to find you gone “I swear I will get grey hair because of her...” she continue to mumble as she looked for you.
You were inspecting some of the stuff standing around.
You were about to touch a promising looking red button as you heard Alexia behind you
“Don't touch that” the Captain said strict as she softly pulled you away from the treadmill
“Did someone ever tell you that you have pretty eyes?” you slurred as the blonde sat you down on a bench in the corner of the gym.
“I've been told” Alexia mumbled wrecking her brain what she could you to keep you occupied while she did her rehab
“Do you have a partner, pretty spaniard?” you looked at her curious with glassy eyes
“Yes” Alexia answered shortly still trying to find entertainment for you
“What's his name?” you continued to question
“Her name is Olga” the blonde answered distracted
“Olga... lucky bitch” you said nonchalantly before trying to stand up again
“Sit” Alexia said strictly and raised an eyebrow at you
“Should I bark too?” you looked at her confused “I can roll over... I can do that really good” you nodded your head quickly
“Just... please stay seated” the blonde massaged her temples. This was going to be a long LONG rehab session. Right on cue the door opened again and one of Barcas physios – Valeria entered the room.
“Oh... we have company today?” the dark haired woman said surprised
“Are you Olga?” you looked up with glassy eyes at the new person in the room
“No... my name is Valeria and you are?” she smiled politely
“A guaranteed headache” Alexia mumbled before smiling at the physio “This is y/n … she's... a teammates relative” she introduced you not knowing how comfortable you or Lucy were in letting people know your relationship. She knew Lucy was a very private person so she kept it as casual as possible.
“Okay... should we get started?” the physio smiled as she set up some stuff for Alexia to work with
“Yep... I'm ready” you exclaimed happily as finally someone understood your need to move – which you thought you did but in reality you were still sitting in the same spot Alexia parked you in
“You just sit there and let the drugs wear off” the Captain said as she started to stretch
“Drugs?” the dark haired woman asked alarmed
“She sprained her wrist and her relative read the dosage of the painkillers wrong and gave her more than she should have – result is this 16 year old delirious girl” Alexia answered knowing that Drugs were an absolute no-go in club policy and that Valeria would have to report it if she had the suspicion of drug abuse by players.
“Jesus Maria... I wondered why she looked so... spaced out” Valeria chuckled
“Yeah... and I offered to babysit while she was still sober and got a stoned kid delivered to look...” the captain began to say as she saw you in the mirror crawling towards the leg press “DON'T touch that” she interrupted herself as you whipped your head around caught
“It looks interesting... you look boring” you said sheepishly
“30 minutes ago I was pretty” Alexia mumbled which caused the physio to laugh quietly
“Pretty spaniard?” you mumbled confused
“Yes?” Alexia answered distracted as she did her next exercise
“When are we done with training?” you whined
“Cariño... we just started” Alexia said concentrated “Maybe Valeria has a tennis ball for you or something” the blonde looked at her physio pleadingly
“I've got a stress ball?” Valeria offered the player the said item
“Look Cariño.. a stress ball just for you” the blonde smiled sweat starting to form on her forehead
“Uuuuhhh... stress ball” you exclaimed happily as you stumbled over towards the Barca captain
“Careful!!!” the blonde warned you starting a new exercise
You suddenly got distracted with your short attention span as you noticed the physio – again. You approached her cautiously. Alexia watched you ready to step in when needed or Valeria got uncomfortable.
“Who are you again, not-Olga?” you asked carefully
“Valeria... I'm a physiotherapist here with Barcelona” the dark haired woman answered warily.
You hummed approvingly before taking another cautious step towards the dark haired woman.
“Cariño” Alexia warned still not leaving you out of her sight
You stood now far too close to the physiotherapist – at least for her liking. She took a small step back as you lifted your hand slowly before you poked her cheek
“You look so soft” you mumbled mesmerized as you continued to poke her cheek softly
Valeria looked at you surprised but didn't stop your actions. Alexia groaned loudly being embarrassed by your antics.
“Thank you, y/n... that's a very nice thing of you to say” the physio chuckled now seeing that you really don't mean any harm and just being totally spaced out
“So many pretty soft woman... and I'm stuck with my sister” you sighed theatrical which caused both women to laugh.
“Do you want the stress ball, Cariño?” Alexia asked changing the topic before you could name your sister and destroyed her plan of keeping your relationship to one of the players a secret.
“Can I have pizza?” you asked hopefully grinning like a maniac at the blonde
“Lo siento – no pizza Cariño... but if you like I can make some paella at the weekend” Alexia tried to offer you a compromise
“Low silence?” you questioned gotten hung up on the spanish phrase not even listening to what the captain had offered you
“Lo siento...” Alexia repeated slowly as she took a water break “It means “I'm sorry” or just “Sorry” in spanish”
“You guys are weird” you shrugged your shoulders before you let yourself plopp down on the ground not without Alexia jumping forward grabbing your injured arm holding it so you wouldn't use it to support you. You shrieked frightened looking with big eyes up at the blonde.
“It's okay... I just don't want that you hurt yourself further Cariño” Alexia explained softly as she slowly let go of your arm since you now where seated on the ground.
“I don't think we'll get done more, Alexia... why don't we stop for today and you go for your massage” the physiotherapist now interrupted your interaction.
“Yeah, I think that's a good idea” Alexia sighed out looking at your half closed eyes while you had problems staying up right. She started to pack her bag before turning around looking at you. She crouched down in front of you softly stroking your cheek
“Come on Cariño … we're done for today. I'll just get my knee massaged and then we can go see your sister again, okay?” she spoke softly not wanting to startle you
“Can I get ice cream while you get your knee fixed? There's a REALLY good place on Wilmslow Road... it's called Moonlight... they have cookie dough and ice cream and oh my heavens their crepes are to die for... sooooo good” you smiled widely and Alexia would swear on her mothers live that you started to drool.
“You can go with your sister later, Cariño.... now we need to get going to my massage session” Alexia smiled softly at your confused state as she helped you up and guided you out of the gym towards the relaxing massage room
“I don't like it here” you slurred as you saw several massage beds “Looks like a hospital”
“Not a hospital Cariño....” the blonde spaniard chuckled “... just a simple massage room... hola Camilo – Cómo estás?” Alexia smiled at the dirty blonde man who smiled right back at her.
“Estoy bien, gracias” he smiled as he gestured towards the recliner
“Are you Olga?” you asked from behind Alexia trying to look over the midfielders shoulder which doesn't really work since you were about a head smaller than her
“Shush” the blonde silenced you started to get embarrassed immediately again “Quiet”
“Huh? Quién es?” the man asked as he spied around Alexia who decided to pull you next to her
“Y/n...” she answered as you looked at her confused
“Yes?” you said thinking she talked to you instead of introducing you to the other physio.
“Not you, Cariño.... Camilo asked your name...” Alexia explained as she sat down on one of the beds ready for her knee massage “Sit down Cariño...”
You flopped down next to Alexia on the ground as she looked down on you
“There are enough free beds and you choose the ground?” she raised an eyebrow at you
“They're reserved... there towels on them” you blinked rapidly
“They're not... just sit down on one of them” Alexia reassured you softly and you pushed yourself into a standing position again before basically falling face first on the bed next to Alexia.
The spaniard looked baffled but let you be hoping she could enjoy her massage without you interrupting her relax time. Camilo just started to massage Alexias knee as she heard light snoring from the bed next to her
“Seriously?” the blonde asked in disbelieve as she looked over to you
Your injured wrist was hanging off the bed your face turned away from her and you were dead to the world
“Cariño... despertar” Alexia whispered softly as she stroke slowly over your cheek trying to wake you up.
You grunted and turned your head away which caused the blonde to chuckle as she didn't give up switching to scratching the back of your neck.
“Come on, Cariño... it's time to wake up and deliver you back to your sister” she cooed at you
“Lucy?” you mumbled SLOWLY waking up – still very much very high
“Yeah... training is over, she's waiting in the locker room for you... let's get going, hm?” Alexia smiled slightly still scratching the back of your neck lightly
“Five more minutes” you mumbled sleepily as you pressed your nose further into the towel covered massage bed
“No come on... you can sleep at home...” Alexia got a little more persistent switching to slightly nudge your shoulder
You whined pathetically and tried to get away from her which caused you to nearly fall off if it wasn't for Alexia to pull you back by your shirt
“Aye dios mio” the blonde rolled her eyes pulling you up in a sitting position “I feel the nap have made it worse”
You grinned widely and swayed a little bit from left to right. The Barca captain pulled you further up until you were “standing” and held you securely by your hips
“Let's get you back to your sister... you actually showed me I don't want to have kids for at least another five years” Alexia mumbled pushing you forward carefully out of the room and down the hallway towards the locker room. She grabbed around you to open the door without letting go of your waist.
“Bronze” she yelled inside and immediately several heads shot up towards the voice of their captain.
“She's still in the shower” Ona said as she stood up walking over to you and took your swaying form Alexia leading you over to sit you down in front of Lucys cubicle “Just stay here, Bebita... Lucy will be back very soon” she said softly patting your head
“Mhm” you hummed smiling with a stoned look on your face
“What's wrong with her?” you could hear Mapí whispered and you turned your head and waved at her
“Hi colorbook spaniard” you grinned dopily
Half the locker room started laughing while Mapí looked a little hurt and confused. Keira studied your face before turning to the tattooed spaniard
“Don't take it personal... I'm pretty sure she doesn't even know where she is... Lucy overdosed her pain meds and now she's very VERY high” the english woman said
“Keira” you suddenly bursted out happily trying to stand up so you could get to her
“Stay down, Bitsy... I'll be over shortly, okay?” Keira said as she started to put some shoes on
“I have shoes too... see” you smiled holding up your hand
“Very nice shoes, Bitsy... they look good on you” Keira – of course – picked up on your state and just went with it.
“Thank you... I got them at the place on Cheetham Hill.... I love that shop... Lucy took me there a lot... and she always got me something too, you know... back in the day when she still cared about me” you started to ramble getting sad at the end
“She still cares about you, Bitsy... what makes you think otherwise?” Keira looked a little shocked at your “confession”
“Naah... she has her own life now....” you waved Keira off “... and a new girlfriend... did you know that? She's spanish”
“These topic changes giving me whip-lash” Keira mumbled before answering you “Yes Bitsy... I know... she's very nice too... and she's sitting right next to you”
You turned to your side – the wrong side – looking at Aitana and after a short moment “Damn... my sister has game... you pretty”
You could hear Keiras hand connect with her forehead as Mapí fell of the bench laughing
“Wrong side Bitsy... other side” Keira said desperately
“Oh... my bad” you mumbled and turned to Ona “... you? I met you before... why didn't you tell me you the new girl?”
“I'm... sorry?” Ona said knowing it has no worth trying to convince you that you already knew since Lucy officially introduced the two of you – telling you “This is Ona.. my girlfriend”
“Why would you date my sister?” you squinted your eyes sizing her up
“Oh now it gets good” Mapí grinned excited “Choose your answer wisely Batlle – she's out for blood”
Even Keira couldn't help it and started to grin – even if she tried to hide it.
“Ehrm...” Ona started taken aback but you already lost interest in her answer looking at her expectantly
“Do you speak French?” you asked her – changing topic again
“Why would she speak French? You don't speak French, Bubs” Lucy interrupted your “conversation” with her girlfriend drying her hair with a towel
“Elle a l'air d'être bonne avec sa bouche” you answered in nearly perfect French shrugging your shoulders.
“Jesus Christ...” your sister exclaimed shocked about what you just said “... why would you say something like this?”
“What did she say?” Mapí asked interested
“I said..” you stared but Lucy silenced you by putting her hand over your mouth
“NO!” she exclaimed horrified “Don't repeat it... please”
“Let her talk, Luce” Ona said not knowing what Lucy made a fuss about
“It's embarrassing...” your sister tried to warn her girlfriend before letting you go
“I said... what did I say??” you started but then lost your train of thoughts looking up at Luce for help.
“Nothing important” Lucy said quickly sitting down next to you changing into her sweatpants
“Buzzkill” Keira grinned from opposite you two
“Believe me... it wasn't something I want to hear my baby sister say ever again” your sister groaned turning towards you “And since WHEN do you speak French? Or is it just your mushed up brain that speaks French?”
“Jérôme taught me” you said grinning getting distracted by a piece of pre-wrap.
“Uh... is Jérôme your boyfriend?” Patri asked grinning
“Don't have a boyfriend... have a girlfriend” you mumbled totally engrossed with the piece of wrap
“I knew that” Mapí exclaimed victorious
“A girlfriend hm Bitsy...” Keira hummed smiling slightly “... you do take after your sister after all”
“My girlfriend is pretty” you mumbled distracted
“So is mine” Lucy defended herself
“You dating pretty spaniard??” you looked at her shocked
“Of course I do... I introduced you” your sister said desperately
“Before you get into a fight, Lucia” Alexia interrupted you both as your head whipped towards her voice
“Hi pretty spaniard... you are so pretty... you could do better than my sister” you slurred grinning widely
Lucy noticed you called Alexia “pretty spaniard” and became big eyes concluding you thought she was dating her captain totally forgetting you called her that when she herself delivered you. There was a stunned silence in the locker room before all of the players bursted out laughing – including Ona, Alexia and Keira.
“I... don't even know what to say” Lucy said giving up on having a half normal conversation with you shaking her head
“I still don't know who Jérôme is” Patri said after she stopped laughing whiping tears from her eyes.
“Yeah Bubs... who's Jérôme?" Lucy jumped on the wagon grinning
“Jérôme Reisacher” you shrugged your shoulders now “choosing” Aitana as your victim studying her very closely “You're flawless...” you mumbled after a few seconds
Aitana looked a little uncomfortable but smiled politely “Thank you”
“Jérôme Reisacher is a Coach at Bayern Munich” Mapí said confused her phone in her hand
“How do you know a Bayern Munich Coach?” your sister asked you just as confused as Mapí
“Visited Georgia...” you said and a soft smile came over your face.
Lucy accepted your answer shrugging her shoulders. It wasn't something unusual for her that you go around visiting her Lioness teammates. Millie Bright, Mary Earps, Alessia Russo, Ella Toone the list goes on for miles – you grew up with a lot of them and had a pretty good relationship to nearly all of them. So she didn't think anything about it when you said you visited Georgia in Munich – she put it down as never been to the city and wanted to visit. So she completely missed how your face changed into a loving smile. Unsurprisingly it DIDN'T go unnoticed by Keira.
“Georgia, hm?” she asked you grinning widely her eyes shining mischievously
“Mhm...” you nodded smiling
Now Alexia caught on so did Ona and Ingrid – the only one who still hasn't have a clue was your own sister
“Georgia is a good soul, Kei... I rather have her hang out with G than with Tooney” Lucy defended her little protégé.
“Oh I have no objection with them hanging out...” Keira grinned at Lucys obliviousness
“Then what was that “Georgia hm”??” Lucy asked imitating her ex-girlfriend
“You simply can't be that dense, Lucy Bronze” the english woman said bluntly
“What do you me...” your sister started as it suddenly hit her like a brick her face changing to a surprised face
“There we go... NOW the light is on and someone just came home” Keira said rolling her eyes
“GEORGIA??? GEORGIA STANWAY IS YOUR GIRLFRIEND????” Lucy yelled at you shocked
“Ssssshhhh....” you tried to silence her panicking “Stop yelling... Lucy might hear you and then I'm dead... and G too”
“I... I... I... I...” your sister stuttered not knowing how to process this information “When... how... how did this start?”
“You can't tell Lucy.. promise” you looked at your sister not realizing you looked at your sister
“I promise” Lucy said quickly trying to get as much information out of your stoned brain
“Started last year just before the Euros... I mean... nothing happened but.. it kinda started there – if you understand” you answered honestly “Lucy didn't had a lot of time – I mean I understand, since she's like the oldest person ever play at such a high level... she needs to train a LOT... but I was there too, you know” you started to tell your sister everything “... so I started to spend more time with Ella, Less and Georgia... we had a lot of fun... I started to feel different around G tho... never acted on it... Lucy would kill me if she knew G and I are dating... after they won the Euros, they got drunk... all of them... REALLY drunk... I talked to Mills about it.. she said to just go for it... so I did... went over and kissed her... G.. not Millie... that would have been weird... that's how it started... but please... PLEASE don't tell Luce... she would really freak and we thought we wait with telling her... we thought about calling our first born Tough... she won't kill us if we name our first born after her...”
You just spilled everything without even realizing it. Lucy was shocked – and in a way hurt. You repeated so often not to tell her because she would kill the both of them that in a way it hurt her a lot. The locker room was dead quiet. No one dared to say anything or breath too loud waiting for Lucys reaction to your confession
“You could always talk to your sister, you know” Lucy said carefully trying to keep you under the impression to talk to a stranger so you wouldn't panic
“I don't know if I could... I'm going to visit her soon but she's busy... she plays for a big club now and they play a lot of games and she has no time... don't want to distract her or be a burden” you mumbled getting sad thinking about it
“Dios mio... that turned sad quickly” Mapí whispered seeing your sad face
“She'll always make time for you” Lucy tried to reassure you
“I don't think so... she didn't show up for my birthday, you know... that really hurt... she said her flight got cancelled but it still fucking hurt” you started to sniffle
“I'm sorry... I'm really fucking sorry, Bubs” Lucy mumbled into your hair after she pulled you into a hug
“But that was also a good thing, you know” you mumbled against her shoulder
“Oh yeah? Why?” your sister asked interested
“Now she doesn't know about my tongue piercing I got from Tooney and Less... and partly Mearps... did you know you can get a LOT of things when you're friends with Mary Earps” you grinned and your happy stoned self was back
“You have a WHAT??!!” Lucy exclaimed “I'm going to kill all of them”
After your short run down depression road which made everyone in the locker room sad your newest confession made them laugh out loudly again
“See it positive Bronzey...” Mapí laughed patting Lucys shoulder “... at least her girl can't get her pregnant”
“It's not like we didn't try” you grinned loopy “...THAT was a good night”
“Ooooh goooood” Lucy groaned horrified “Please stop talking”
“It was” you defended not knowing what the problem was
“Stop talking... Lucy might hear you” your sister pleaded with you
“Uh... UH... yeah... that wouldn't be good” you said quickly looking around.
Mapí couldn't stop laughing having an absolute field day – not even Ingrids and Alexias glares could stop her
“I love stoned Baby Bronze...” the tattooed spaniard declared “We need to keep her on that level”
“Absolutely not” Lucy growled “And we're leaving right NOW”
“Can the flawless spaniard come too?” you asked hopefully pointing at Aitana
“Why would she want to come with us?” your sister asked you confused
“I don't know...” you shrugged while Aitana shook her head scared
“She needs to go to her home...” Lucy tried to reason with you “We take Ona home”
“Who's Ona again?” you looked around the locker room until your eyes fell on Keira “Oh... hi Kei” you smiled widely
“Ona... my girlfriend” Lucy stressed pointing at Ona who didn't know what to do at this point
“Hi Bitsy” Keira waved back at you smiling finding it extremely funny how you kept Lucy on her toes without even realising it.
You followed Lucys desperate pointing looking at Ona “Hey.... we met before, right?”
“Okay... now it's getting ridiculous..” your sister huffed out pulling you up and into her side “We're going home now and you'll sleep your high off... I don't want to know what else you spill at this stage”
You waved to everyone as your sister pulled you out of the locker room hoping Ona would just follow
“Bye pretty spaniard... hola flawless spaniard... bye colorbook” you yelled before the door closed behind you successfully separating you from the rest of the team.
Lucy manoeuvred you towards her car as you stopped dead in your tracks “THAT's your car?”
“Yes... it's nice innit?” your sister grinned
“Can I drive?” you asked hopefully
“Maybe tomorrow... you're tired” Lucy opened her car before throwing her keys to Ona signalling her she has to drive.
“Oh yeah... I forgot I'm tired... sorry Luce” you mumble slumping against her more
“No problem Bubs... I've got you” she smile proud at herself that her plan worked while she helped you into the backseat “You okay on your own or do you want me to sit in the back with you?”
“With me” you mumbled nearly asleep
“Okay....” your sister said softly before closing your door and walking around the car to get in the other side.
By the time she entered the car you were already sleeping which made her smile.
“That was quick” she grinned
“She's hurting Lucy” Ona said quietly
“I don't think so... the painkillers are still very much in her system” Lucy said quietly as she carefully took your good hand
“Not physically... emotionally” the blonde answered “As much fun as she is in her state... she doesn't have a filter – which means earlier she told you that she's hurting... that you're hurting her”
“I'll talk to her about it, I promise... It hurts me too that she thinks she can't trust me with things... or that I didn't even noticed how she distanced herself from me because I was so in my zone about winning the Euros... we need to talk about it... when she cleared up a little more” your sister said and Ona noticed that it really bothered her girlfriend
“It's not your fault” the spaniard tried before she got interrupted
“Of course it's my fault... I should have been more attentive... I should have noticed” your sister said bitterly
“No... I mean yes... but also no... yes, you should have been more attentive but you were focused – she could also have said something... if not at the Euros because she didn't want to distract you then after... but she also choose to run away from the confrontation – so no... it's not just your fault” Ona said calm. The rest of the drive was quiet as Lucy was caught up in her own thoughts, you snoring lightly your head resting against the window again and Ona driving.
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loving-ricciardo · 2 years
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i think you are a great listener and you love coffee and telling people about your sport teams, new interests
aw you’re too kind 🥺🥺 I definitely try to be a good listener and I love it when people trust me enough to rant so i always feel very honored 🥹 but yeah i live for coffee and ranting about my hyperfixations 😈
ask game: what do you think im like irl
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The Younger Kind Part 14 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: Despite his best efforts, Bradley's mind is flooded with thoughts of you. After receiving a lecture from his best friend and making Noah cry, Bradley makes the decision to reach out to you. But perhaps it's already too late.
Warnings: Angst, swearing, and age gap (18+)
Length: 3800 words
Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader
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As soon as Bradley woke to the soft sunlight filtering in through his bedroom windows, his eyes settled on your purple crown. He tilted his head and examined it with a frown. He hadn't moved it since the night you wore it while he fucked you on the couch during your anatomy lesson. And now it seemed too precious to touch. 
He had been hoping to spend some time in here with you yesterday, but instead he had shut things down with you completely. He stared at the ceiling trying to convince himself he'd done the right thing by trying to protect you. But all he could think about was how he made you cry.
And then Bradley spent the entirety of Sunday wallowing around in his underwear. He meant to do something productive. He planned on taking Noah grocery shopping. But as soon as Noah woke up and walked into the kitchen, Bradley lost the energy to do anything else at all.
"Is she here?" Noah asked, holding up some coloring books and a bag of Skittles. Bradley's heart sank. You must have left those on Noah's dresser last night.
"No, bub. She's not here."
He watched Noah's face fall as he sat at the kitchen table with the coloring books. "Can I eat them?" he asked, shaking the candy.
Bradley swallowed hard. "Yeah," he croaked, tearing the bag open for his child to eat Skittles for breakfast. Maybe Meredith had a point about his lack of stability.
"Share?" Noah asked, holding out the bag, but Bradley shook his head.
"I never deserved them."
The next day, Bradley started a week of work during which he promised himself he would get into a normal routine. But it was hard to make plans that didn't involve you when all he could do was think about you. 
When he got to the coffee shop, the barista made him his coffee along with yours as soon as she saw him. "Thanks," he muttered, accepting both cups and a sharpie. He scrawled peasant across both cups and forced the drinks down on his drive to work.
To make matters worse, Noah asked for you constantly, and Bradley didn't know how to tell him that his beloved babysitter wouldn't be coming around anymore because his dad lied to her. So he didn't really say anything at all. Instead he watched his son look as dejected as he felt.
Tuesday after work, Bradley picked Noah up and they both headed over to meet with Tracy, his lawyer.
Once Bradley was seated across a small conference table from her while Noah colored on copy paper, Tracy sighed and shook her head.
"Bradley. I told you months ago that you needed to work on getting a custody agreement into place with Noah's mom." She was flipping through the papers in the manila folder that Meredith had left with him. 
"Yeah," Bradley grunted. "Well, am I too late?"
She didn't answer him for a long time. Rather she added notes and marked things up with a purple highlighter. He thought of your purple crown hanging from his bed. He thought of your purple Skittles and nail polish and all the purple crayons. Who the fuck used a purple highlighter anyway?
"There's no way to prove she abandoned Noah," Tracy told him firmly, and Bradley already felt defeated. 
"But she did!" he growled, already feeling bad for getting snippy with his lawyer, but at least he was paying someone to deal with his shitty attitude right now.
Tracy looked him calmly in the eye. "It doesn't matter if she did, Bradley. She would have access to the same phone records you do. She would be able to show that she tried to contact you fairly regularly. Furthermore, she lives in Oceanside, so she could claim she stayed nearby in an effort to be more involved. I can almost guarantee her lawyer will to try to push this back on you."
Bradley scoffed. "Can they do that?"
"Absolutely," Tracy confirmed. "They will try, and they will probably succeed. Judges usually like to side with mothers. And Meredith will be able to play the victim in this scenario pretty easily, I would imagine. How is a mother expected to help provide for her son if the child's horrible father won't let her spend time with him? How is Meredith expected to do anything for him when you have been keeping Noah from her?"
"He's almost four!" Bradley said, gesturing toward Noah as he colored quietly. "She's just acting on this now. Doesn't that look bad?"
Tracy shook her head sadly at him and listed off so many plausible sounding excuses that Bradley's stomach churned. "She tried to work it out with you, but you snubbed her. She didn't have the monetary resources until recently. You made her feel uncomfortable. She got bad legal advice previously which set her back. She wanted to make sure she was in a good place mentally to be a parent. The list of excuses could go on and on. She and her lawyer will find one that fits her nicely."
Bradley felt sick. "I can't lose him, Tracy. And you know as well as I do that none of that is true."
She nodded, reached across the table and patted his hand, and then said, "This is why I advised you to fix this before."
Bradley took some deep breaths while she shuffled the papers in front of her. "What can I do now?"
Then Tracy was looking at him with sharp eyes. "Did you tie up your loose ends?"
Bradley was uncomfortable. He undid the top two buttons of his khaki uniform shirt and took a deep breath. "If you're asking me if I broke my own heart and Noah's by telling the first girl I've had feelings for in years that I can't see her anymore, then yes, Tracy, I tied up my loose ends."
"Bradley. You're the one who asked me to advise you. From this point on, you need to look flawless. Do you understand me? You can see her again after we complete litigation."
He ran his hands over his face, suddenly exhausted even though he'd gone to bed at eight last night. "This is all going to be very confusing for him," Bradley said, nodding toward his son who had already used up half of Tracy's stack of paper. "And I can't ask someone to wait for me when we don't even know how long this is going to take. When I don't even know why this is happening."
Tracy handed some papers to him. "Since I believe you can't win the argument that Meredith abandoned Noah, we need to look at custody options. If you don't want to ask for any child support from Meredith, and you're willing to work with her for visitation rights, I'm nearly certain you can win full custody."
Win. Bradley didn't like thinking about Noah as an object. One that could be shared, passed from one parent to the other, and awarded ownership of. But he had to in this case. 
He grunted, "No. No visitation. I want her out of the picture completely. I don't want her money. I don't want anything from her. I want full, sole custody. Do you think we can settle out of court?"
"With that list of demands? Doubtful. I don't think she will settle."
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You only left your bed on Sunday to go to the bathroom. You were sad, about Bradley and what you thought you meant to him, but you were especially distraught about how much you were going to miss Noah. And you were so upset with yourself, too. You were angry. You had grown so attached to that little boy and his father. Bradley was a walking, talking red flag, but you just couldn't seem to help yourself. 
He didn't want you. He was more than willing to mess around with you, sure. But you were beginning to see that Bradley only saw you as an easy piece of ass. One that would melt when he pretended to beg. One that he could butter up with vanilla lattes. One that would let him have a quickie before work. All while going out with other women. All while planning to sort things out with Meredith. 
You wondered how much of what he'd told you that night on his living room floor was actually accurate. If she really left them, why was he willing to discuss getting back together with her now? Why was Bradley going to let her have a chance to be a real mom to Noah?
Every time you thought about how you ran away from Meredith at the park, you rolled over and buried your head under your pillow. She had more rights to be around her son than you did, and you ran away from her. Mortifying. And your arm still hurt and would take weeks to heal.
Thursday was Noah's birthday. You really wanted to see him. You already had birthday presents for him. You had been planning on baking him a dinosaur cake for the past week. It was all you could think about.
You needed a distraction. That's how you ended up drunk at Greyson's place on Wednesday night. It was a stupid decision. You had class in the morning. You had interviews for jobs coming up, and you needed to get good recommendation letters from your instructors. But Greyson had cheap vodka, and he was paying attention to you.
"I feel like I haven't seen you in weeks," he said, refilling your drink with a huge pour of alcohol. 
"I've been busy," you replied, laying down on his couch as his living room started to spin. "Babysitting. But not anymore."
Somehow you felt a little less sad now as the music playing from Greyson's phone made everything sound fuzzy. And when he set the drink down and climbed on top of you, there was no initial hesitation in your body as he kissed you. He didn't have a mustache, and he wasn't as big and substantial as Bradley, but his kisses felt okay. You knew him. You were used to this.
You arched your back for him to remove your shirt and your bra. He was hard and rubbing you through his jeans as he sucked on your breasts. You moaned softly. He lacked the same finesse that Bradley had, but it still felt good. You could do this.
Greyson unzipped his jeans and guided your hand inside his underwear. You opened your eyes and looked up at his handsome face as you stroked him. "Will you go down on me?" you asked before you really processed your words. 
"What?" he grunted, thrusting into your palm. "How drunk are you?"
Your hand paused on his length. What the fuck were you doing? You didn't even want this. "It was just a question, Grey," you mumbled, shifting underneath him.
"Come on, babe. Guys don't like doing that."
But that wasn't true. You closed your eyes, and you could still hear Bradley desperately asking to taste you there. I want to know if you taste sweet all over, Princess. Will you let me find out?
You sat up, startled by the thought, and now the room was really spinning. Bradley liked going down on you. Maybe he was a liar and a manipulator, but he had really enjoyed that. He had made you feel so good. And he hadn't expected anything in return from you afterwards.
"Let's just fuck," Greyson said, reaching for your leggings and yanking them down your thighs. "That's what you need. I'll get a condom."
You watched him stand up and walk away. You were going to cry, you could already tell. And when he returned, you must have had tears in your eyes, because he tossed the condom onto the couch next to you and said, "I knew I shouldn't have given you that much to drink. You probably can't even give me head now."
"I just want to go home," you replied, hating the angry look on his face as he stood above you. 
"Fine," he agreed, and he called you a ride. You went to his bathroom, wishing you could go to Bradley's house instead of your empty little rental. And then you cried more. Even splashing cold water on your face seemed to do nothing. 
Ten minutes later, Greyson was closing his door behind you as you stumbled outside to find your Uber. The cool night air cleared your head a little bit, and when you got home, you went to your couch with a bag of Skittles. 
It was midnight now. It was Noah's birthday. You sucked on a green Skittle and typed up a text to Bradley. Just this one. You'd let yourself send this one text, and then that would be it.
Will you tell Noah I hope he has a wonderful fourth birthday? And tell him I hope he keeps singing the dinosaur song. Please let me know if I can drop off his birthday presents. 
You hit send after rereading the message at least ten times. Bradley probably wouldn't respond, and that was fine. You could always just leave the birthday gifts on their front porch. And then you'd never see them again.
Next thing you knew, you were waking up the next morning thirty minutes before your first class started, and you had a handful of Skittles stuck to your palm along with a raging hangover. And you had worn Greyson's hoodie home again even though you meant to leave it at his place last night. 
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When Bradley woke up on Noah's birthday to a text from you, he sat up to read it immediately. He couldn't believe you texted him nearly seven hours ago and he was just seeing it now. 
You had birthday presents for his son. Bradley cradled his face in his hand and read the message a second time. You were so sweet. So good to Noah. And Bradley had insinuated that you were everything but that when you had been here on Saturday night. Yet you still wanted to give Noah something for his birthday. 
And then he let his imagination run away. He was getting hard as he pictured you in his kitchen, wearing your crown. But he couldn't let himself get off to the thought of you. He didn't even deserve that much. So he just got dressed and started getting some cereal ready for Noah. 
Once again, he had no groceries, so he made himself coffee and ate a carrot for breakfast before waking up Noah.
"Happy birthday, bub! You're four now!" he said, scooping Noah up into his arms and holding him tight. 
He couldn't lose this feeling. He just couldn't. His lawyer had all but assured him Meredith wouldn't be able to win full custody without visitation. So no matter what, Bradley would still get to feel this, at least on occasion. But as Noah rubbed his sleepy eyes and smiled at him, Bradley knew that he wouldn't be happy with anything except full, sole custody of his kid. He wanted to keep doing exactly what he had been doing for the past four years. "Let's have some cereal, and then I'll take you to daycare."
"Okay," he replied, wrapping his arms around Bradley's neck on the way to the kitchen.
"Aunt Nat is gonna bring you cupcakes later, and then we can have a big party on Saturday."
"Can my babysitter come to my party?"
Bradley set him down and knelt next to the chair. He brushed Noah's hair back from his face and watched him eat Cheerios. "I don't know," he muttered. "I don't think so." 
Would you even want to come? Would it be a good idea? Bradley had already lied to you about so many things to get you away from the two of them. But now Noah was crying. Fat tears rolled down his rosy cheeks as his face scrunched up. Great. He made his son cry on his own birthday.
"I miss her, too," Bradley promised, wiping away each tear as it fell.
"You said she was your favorite." Noah looked at him accusingly, as if he knew Bradley had already broken your trust in him. 
"She is," Bradley whispered, kissing Noah's forehead. "Eat your cereal."
Bradley stood and picked up his phone, reading your message one more time. He had been blaming Meredith for everything in his mind. But really, he was the villain here in so many ways. Just as he was about to respond to you, he got a call from his lawyer.
"Tracy. Please, give me some good news."
"Sorry it's so early. But I just got off the phone with Meredith's lawyer. She did not agree to our terms, and now we have a preliminary hearing scheduled for next week, just as long as the judge approves it for his docket."
Bradley's heart was pounding as he asked, "Is that good?" His eyes were on Noah as Tracy responded. 
"I think it's very good. You asked for sole custody. You tried to offer her visitation rights, at my urging. She rejected the offer. Now we can really dig in and fight. Because we aren't going to backpedal to this offer again when I think you can get exactly what you want."
Exactly what he wanted. Bradley pictured you and Noah napping on the couch with a movie on while he stroked your soft skin. He pictured the three of you eating pizza while you dumped dressing all over your salad. He pictured you underneath him on the living room floor feeding him Skittles while you laughed. He pictured himself eventually picking out a new car for you, as long as it wasn't burgundy. 
"Great. Thank you, Tracy. Just let me know when and where. I'm ready to fight."
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After work, Nat went ahead to his house with dinosaur balloons and some cupcakes while Bradley picked Noah up from daycare. He came out wearing a birthday crown that did not look as adorable on him as the construction paper crowns you and he made. 
"Let's go eat cupcakes and have a great night with Aunt Natasha," he said, kissing Noah all over his face while he laughed. 
When he carried Noah inside the house, Nat grabbed him up and said, "Happy birthday, sweetheart!" Then she turned to look back at Bradley and leaned to look past him, confused. "It's just the three of us?" 
"Yeah," he confirmed, wishing she would end the conversation there. But of course, Bradley wasn't getting anything to go his way right now.
"Is she coming later? Is she still in class?"
"No."
Nat eyed him up and down. "What did you do?"
"Can we talk about this later?"
"No."
Bradley sighed and led them into the kitchen, which Nat had decorated, and Noah climbed down from her arms trying to catch a balloon on his way.
"She's not coming," Bradley told her softly as she messed with his coffee maker.
"So she's coming to the party on Saturday instead?"
"I didn't invite her."
She turned to glare at him. "You've been about an inch away from telling me you're in love with her, and now you're telling me you didn't invite her to Noah's party? Oh," she gasped. "Does this have to do with Merebitch and the custody threat?"
Bradley grunted, not loving having this conversation in front of Noah. "I broke things off. Last Saturday night."
"What?" Nat gasped, getting in his face. "Why am I just hearing about it now? You liked her. You didn't like any of the women from the app, but you liked her. You were actually happy when you came to work after you saw her. What is wrong with you?"
Bradley leaned in closer. "Meredith threatened her. Threatened me and Noah through her. And she already got her arm all banged up trying to keep Noah safe. She's better off without me." His eyes drifted toward Noah who was poking his finger into the icing on one of the cupcakes. 
Nat grabbed him by his shirt and shook him. "Invite her right now. Invite her to come on Saturday. Meredith doesn't get to control everything you do just because she decided to show up and start a bunch of shit- I mean crap," she said apologetically as she winced toward Noah. 
"I can't, Nat... I was... not kind to her the other night. I told her she was too young and immature for me. I called her a kid. I told her it wouldn't work between us."
Nat looked disgusted. "Fix it. And while you're at it, give her a little credit, Bradley!"
He shook his head. "Meredith already has me by the balls, Nat," he whispered harshly. "I'm not going to let that happen to her, too."
"Look at your son. Does he love his babysitter?"
Bradley narrowed his eyes and glowered at Nat. Then he looked at Noah, and his irritation melted. "Yeah. He's very attached to her." Bradley knew you were attached to Noah as well. And he himself was aching inside without you around. 
"Then let him have everyone he loves at his birthday party this weekend. Or you will regret it." 
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You were in bed on Thursday night, trying to tire yourself out with a book so you could fall asleep. Greyson was texting you nonstop, trying to see if you were "feeling better" and "wanted to come over and try again". As if wanting a guy to make you feel good while hooking up was some sort of wild idea you came up with. Like asking him to go down on you was the most outlandish request he had ever heard. 
Your phone vibrated again. "Oh my god, Grey. I am not in the fucking mood!" You ripped the charger out of your phone and contemplated throwing it across the room. You were so angry and hurt, and you didn't feel like this was going to get better anytime soon. 
Then you saw that it was Bradley who had texted you, and you thought about taking your phone outside and running it over with your car instead. "Not interested in you, either," you muttered.
Like a dumbass, you had texted Bradley last night when you were drunk and sad that it was Noah's birthday and you wouldn't get to see them. And apparently now he was finally writing back. You wished you had the willpower to just delete his message, but that wasn't going to happen. 
Bradley Bradshaw: I'm having a small party for Noah on Saturday afternoon. I'm sure he would be thrilled if you could make it. Hopefully you can. 
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He invited Princess! Will she come? Did he only invite her for Noah? Or is he just as miserable as his child is without Princess? Hope you enjoy your fic, @beyondthesefourwalls And thank you @mak-32 !
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꒰꒰ ‧₊˚𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 ─ 𝐘𝐓𝟐𝟐 ˚₊· ꒱꒱
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─ summary . . . ❨ a world renowned surgeon and an f1 driver in a long distance relationship always rember to send each other sweet texts until one day when they remove the distance between them ❩ ─ pairing . . . ❨ yuki tsunoda x fem! gf! surgeon! reader ❩ ─ genre . . . ❨ social media file ❩ ─ author note . . . ❨ so this is a combination of 3 yuki in a attempt to get though as many fic's as I possibly can in my inbox so I can reopen again but anyway hope you enjoy the cute fic <3 ❩
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yourinstagram night before I send him off to war (aka. this f1 season) really sad I can't be there to support you, babe (but don't worry, I'll be watching races during work if I have to) love you so much and good luck for the upcoming season bub
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yukitsunoda0511 dw darling just fouse on saving lives and being an angel like you normally are liked by yourinstagram
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user I am going to miss Yuki and Y/N content so much
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DR LOVE P11 BABY!!! so so proud of you
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DR LOVE me and the rest of the staff watched in my office
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DR LOVE tough race baby but still so proud of you
YUKI-TRON I got a plenty though...
DR LOVE which you shouldn't have got in the first place regardless of where you start and finish yuks you will always be my champ
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YUKI-TRON hi baby! hru love? how's work? baby? are you okay? are you mad at me? .... message me when you can love or better yet call I miss the sound of your voice I love you
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@isurvived3-11andimproud ─ Hey. I never see Yuki Tsunoda works, could you please write Yuki x world famous surgeon reader possibly?"
anon ─ hello there! I want to request Yuki fic where he is in ldr and is now having a rough time so y/n always messages him to reassure him but stopped one day because y/n is travelling to visit him. I really love your writing and you'll write this. Have a lovely day and thank you xx
anon ─ Hi! Congrats for reaching your milestones. It was really well deserved for you xx Can I request Yuki fic or smau with golden retriever bf and black cat gf trope? Thank you! Rooting for more milestones for you and happy holiday! 🫶🏻
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hii kyu ! idk if ur reqs are open but if they are, i wanted 2 request a dokyeom (svt) x m!reader fluff oneshot where dk makes it his mission to cheer up his bf who's sick (or just tired/exhausted if u prefer) by taking him on a date :) anyways i hope u have a great day !! :D
home with u ( lee dokyeom/dk )
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dokyeom x male reader
kyeom takes care of his sick bf !
content : 1k words, fluff, idol!kyeom, kyeom calls reader pretty boy
( a/n ) this is literally MONTHS old im so sorry it took so long :( i changed it a little cause i was having a lot of trouble writing it for some reason but i hope you like it <3
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"kyeom, i can feel you staring."
"okay. and?"
y/n scowled quietly while opening his eyes. dokyeom was laying directly in front of him, just centimeters away.
"it's making me self conscious."
"but you're so perfect," dokyeom countered with a small pout. "looking at you makes me happy. my favorite boy."
"damn it," y/n muttered as he felt a blush creep onto his face. he quickly rolled over to the other side of his bed. "i hate you."
dokyeom simply laughed at his stubborness.
"you love me," he insisted while slipping his arms around y/n's waist, spooning him.
y/n smiled, still trying to hide it though. dokyeom nuzzled his face into his neck while planting tiny kisses against his skin.
"you're still burning up.." dokyeom mumbled. he could feel the heat radiating off of y/n's neck and face, making him even more worried.
"hm.. 'm fine, kyeom," y/n responded drowsily.
"are you sure you don't wanna just go to a doctor?"
"i hate doctors."
"baby," dokyeom quickly argued. y/n didn't need to look at him to know he was frowning - or probably just pouting. he sighed and turned back over to face him.
"if it doesnt pass after tomorrow then i'll go see one, okay?" he promised, leaving a short kiss on the other's forehead.
dokyeom smiled and nodded before catching the male's lips instead. he kissed him deeply, whispering a small "thank you" after pulling away.
"don't you need to leave for rehearsals with the guys?" y/n asked, looking up at him.
"no."
y/n blinked. "no?.."
"i'm staying here."
"what? no. you should go to work."
dokyeom shook his head. "i'm worried about you. i'm staying here."
"kyeom-"
"i already texted our manager. just let me take care of you."
y/n frowned, now seeing the concern in his boyfriend's eyes. he sighed and gave in before snuggling into dokyeom's chest.
"okay, baby. you can take care of me."
dokyeom finally smiled again and nodded his head in triumph.
"i'm sleepy," y/n mumbled into the other's slightly wrinkled shirt.
"then sleep, bub."
"mm.. will you sleep too?"
"i'm not really tired enough to nap, honestly. but i'll stay with you."
y/n felt his heart skip. he smiled and snuggled into him again, soon falling asleep in his arms.
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after sleeping for about an hour and a half, y/n woke up to hear soft humming coming from beside him. he looked up at his partner. dokyeom's eyes were closed peacefully as his phone played wave to earth on the bedside table. he was humming along quietly and running his hands along y/n's arms to the rhythm.
"your voice is so beautiful," y/n complimented.
dokyeom's eyes shot open. he looked down at the boy in his arms.
"did i wake you up??"
"kinda, but it's okay. i like waking up to this."
dokyeom frowned, "no, go back to sleep. i'll shut up."
y/n took the male's hand in his own and gave it a reassuring kiss.
"kyeom, it's okay. i'm hungry now anyways."
dokyeom looked at him for a moment, as if debating his fault.
"alright, i'll see what i can make us for dinner."
"i barely have any food here right now," y/n warned. "unless you want cup noodles for dinner."
"tsk. remind me to go grocery shopping for you tomorrow."
y/n rolled his eyes, "i like cup noodles."
"cup noodles are not a meal."
y/n scowled at such a response.
"'ooh look at me, i'm dk, i'm too good for cup noodles,'" y/n teased, waving his hands around in a mocking tone.
dokyeom squinted at him with fake hatred, "you're lucky you're sick right now."
y/n stuck his tongue out and sunk into the covers of his bed. dokyeom shook his head at him before finally exiting the bedroom.
sure enough, all he could find in y/n's kitchen were cup noodles. he sighed. he wished they could just go out for dinner, but he didn't wanna risk getting anyone sick. he settled on ordering in some food instead.
eventually, y/n got bored by himself. he slowly got out of bed and trudged out of his bedroom. he followed the sound of the music coming from dokyeom's phone, leading him onto his large balcony.
"what're you doing, love?" y/n asked.
dokyeom looked up in surprise as he adjusted one of y/n's small tables on top of some blankets he'd put on the balcony's floor.
"since we can't go out, i thought we'd have dinner outside at least. a home date," he explained. "the fresh air will be good for you and it's so nice out tonight."
y/n couldn't stop a smile from growing on his lips.
"that sounds amazing. thank you."
dokyeom nodded and gave his cheek a light kiss. y/n could tell that the other was proud of himself. dokyeom would never admit it, but he loved hearing approval and praise - especially from y/n.
once their food arrived, dokyeom set everything out and made them drinks. the balcony was the prettiest y/n had ever seen it. with his fairy lights lit and the blankets and a couple pillows brought out, it looked all cozy and warm.
dokyeom set their chopsticks out as a finishing touch before they finally sat down together. it smelled amazing and neither could wait to start eating.
after taking his first bite, y/n hummed in satisfaction. he smiled and closed his eyes, savoring the flavor in his mouth. dokyeom gazed over at him. he was completely in love.
"how do you still manage to look so perfect even when you're sick?"
y/n opened his eyes again and now saw his partner's eyes on him. he couldn't help but blush a little.
"your eyes are broken."
dokyeom's brows furrowed. he leaned forward, over the table and close to y/n's lips.
"my eyes are fine." he gave y/n another kiss, longer and deeper this time, "my pretty boy."
y/n then watched him pull away and go back to his food. he knew his ears and cheeks were probably turning red, while dokyeom just picked up his chopsticks and went right back to eating as if nothing happened.
"how-" y/n didn't know what to say. dokyeom looked back up at him.
"hm?" he hummed. the fake cluelessness on his face made y/n send him a small death glare.
"oh i hate you, lee seokmin."
dokyeom laughed endearingly at the remark, then simply smiled at him.
"you love me, baby."
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could I request something from Eddie’s POV? maybe where he and the reader are pretty friendly but just about acquaintances and he’s kind of obsessed with her (in a semi creepy but mostly he’s so in love) thank you thank you
thank you for your request, I love writing in eddie’s pov it’s so fun. hope this is okay!!
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Eddie Munson is never going to get over the fact that you, the prettiest, sweetest girl he’s ever met, actually wants to be in his company. What’s more, you want to endure Hellfire to spend more time with him.
Hellfire, as its name suggests, is not far from hot hell. He still doesn’t know why you’re here.
“Edster.” Your voice is a little jokey as you nudge Eddie’s elbow with your own, your shoulder pressing into his. “Y’didn’t go and get lost on me again, did you?”
Eddie blinks. “What?”
You giggle, a sweet sound that makes Eddie lightheaded. “Nothing, bub.” Your hand lands on his knee and you give him a squeeze. “Doesn’t matter. How long til your club gets here?”
Eddie forgets how to speak. Your hand sets his entire leg on fire. He fishes around his brain for an answer.
“Oh, um. I dunno, they should be here soon.” Eddie rubs the back of his boiling hot neck. “Maybe five minutes?”
Whether you notice his lack of coherent speech or not, Eddie doesn’t know. You stand and suddenly Eddie’s staring right at the back of your thigh, your skin exposed by your short skirt. He thinks he might die on the spot.
Eddie talks without really meaning to, his mouth spilling words before he can stop them. “So, um. Why are you here again?”
He’d meant it like why are you hanging out with me, a total loser? But he’d accidentally made it sound like he doesn’t want you here, which is definitely not the case. You turn from where you're poised over the table, looking understandably offended.
Eddie scrambles. “I-I mean.” He’s definitely red in the face. Definitely. He scrubs the back of his neck again like that will help. “You don’t even like Dungeons and Dragons.”
Understanding crosses your face and then a flash of something akin to embarrassment, though it’s so quick Eddie thinks he might’ve imagined it. You shrug and round the table, your perfectly lacquered nails dragging over the wood.
“I dunno,” you say, voice a pitch higher than usual but Eddie’s so up in his head he doesn’t notice. “Seems kinda fun to watch.”
“It’s not.”
You snort. “You’re not being a very good advocate of your own club right now, Eddie.”
Eddie laughs, because you’re funny and you’re pretty and he has no idea how the fuck he’s supposed to act around you. Meanwhile, you’re leaning over the table to pick up a dice, your necklaces dangling. Eddie accidentally looks straight at your chest and then hastily looks away, his face burning. He really needs to get this staring problem under control.
“Eddie, are you okay?” You ask. You’ve got a dice in your hands, fiddling with it in your ringed fingers. But you’re frowning. “You look distracted.”
I’ve been caught, Eddie thinks. Red handed.
“Who, me?” He says jauntily, hitching what he hopes is a convincing grin onto his face. “I’m fine. Just thinkin’.”
You snort. “Eddie Munson, thinking?” You tease, sarcasm drenching your tone. “What about?”
“Super important Hellfire stuff,” Eddie lies through his teeth.
You look like you maybe know he’s lying but then he’s saved by the door opening and loud voices flooding in. In come his clan of nerds, louder than a band of monkeys.
“Hey, Eddie!” Says one of them.
“Oh, hi, Y/N,” says another.
“Didn’t know you were bringing your girlfriend to club today!” Says Gareth gleefully.
Eddie groans. “Fuck off, Gareth.”
His face burning, Eddie looks to you, an apology on the tip of his tongue but you’re giggling and looking almost as flushed as he feels.
Mid-laugh you meet Eddie’s gaze and smile at him in a way that he doesn’t quite understand but makes his heart race anyway.
“It’s okay,” you mouth, before he can apologise for his friend’s absurd behaviour.
Eddie’s thinking about it for the entire rest of the meeting.
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rxmqnova · 3 months
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Can i please request a Wanda x little sister reader.
Reader uses powers (they didn't know she had) when Steve is being extra hard on Wanda. "Stop making Sissy cry" as she turned the floor under Steve's feet to liquid. After getting the captain stuck up to the knees, reader only calms down once Wanda picks us up and cuddles us close. We refuse to release Steve though, not until Nat gets back (she tries hard not to laugh), and bribes us with the present she brought us back.
(Very brief WandaNat .... maybe)?
Anyway, thanks for reading 👍
No worries if you don't want to write this or can't.
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NO ONE'S POV A loud gasp escapes Y/N's lips as soon as her house made of lego falls on the ground. The little girl has been playing in her room when suddenly a red magic ball formed in her hand and flew away, hitting her lego house.
"Cool!" She grins, happy that she can be like her big sister Wanda now.
Speaking of Wanda, the older Maximoff is currently in the gym, training with Steve. Y/N knows her sister needs to know about it and the little one really wants to train with Wanda and become an Avenger just like her sister.
Y/N immediately sprints to the gym, knowing her sister is there. As soon as she steps in, she sits down on a bench, loving to watch her sister train and completely forgetting why she came to the gym in the first place.
Though suddenly Steve raises his voice at Wanda on which the little Maximoff furrows her brows, a pot forming on her face. Y/N's very protective over her big sister, so Steve not being nice to her sister is making her really angry.
Once Y/N notices a few tears escaping her big sister's eyes, that's it for her and she immediately makes her way over there, standing in front of Wanda with her arms crossed and a pout on her face.
But because Y/N is still really small compared to Steve, he doesn't even notice her which makes Y/N even more angry.
"Stop making sissy cry!" Y/N shouts, stomping her foot which makes the ground under Steve's feet turn into liquid, causing him to fall down into it.
Wanda gasps, protectively wrapping her arms around her little sister and pulling her back a little bit while Y/N just puts her hand over her mouth, trying to hold her giggles.
"What have you done, Wanda?" Steve asks irritated, trying to get back on the floor, the weird form of the liquid not really allowing it.
"Don't be mean to Wanda!" Y/N shouts with a pout, not liking the tone of Steve's voice and stomping her foot once again.
The liquid turns back into its previous form, trapping Steve completely while Wanda's just standing there completely shocked.
"What are you doing?!" Steve raises his voice, still trying to get out, but can't move at all now.
"I said-"
"No, no, no, that's enough, honey" Wanda's quick to lift her little sister up, sitting her on her hip and holding her close before she can stomp her foot once again.
"But I don't like when someone's mean to you, Wanda" Y/N pouts once again, twirling her little finger around a strand of Wanda's hair.
"Honey, that's really sweet of you, but we can't use our powers on friends, even if they're sometimes mean" Wanda explains, tucking a strand of hair behind her little sister's ear. "When did you even get those powers?"
"Just now! I was just about to tell you. Now we can train together!" Y/N grins, kicking her legs happily.
"Hello? I'm still here" Steve reminds.
"Okay, bubs. It's time to free him" Wanda orders.
Y/N looks at Steve who still seems to be really angry and just shakes her head with a giggle.
"What do you mean no, missy?" Wanda raises an eyebrow, making Y/N giggle once again.
"When I'm not being nice you always sit me on a step, so Steve has to stay here, because he wasn't nice to you" The tiny girl reasons, looking at her sister seriously.
"Seriously? Get me out of here!" Steve orders, crossing his arms over his chest and not believing his ears right now.
"No" Y/N shakes her head, crossing her arms over her chest as well. "What's going on here?" Natasha asks, appearing in the gym as she just got back from the store and was about to train for a bit.
She gotta try really hard not to laugh when she sees Steve stuck up in the floor, not being able to get out.
"Ask this little monkey, it's her job" Wanda sighs.
"Oh, really? You did this, Y/N/N?" Natasha asks, a chuckle escaping her lips at the sight of mad Steve stuck in the floor.
"How about some help instead of making fun of it, Romanoff?" Steve rolls his eyes.
"Can you let him go, sweetheart?" Natasha asks softly, tucking a strand of hair behind Y/N's ear.
"No" Y/N shakes her head no, crossing her arms over her chest again.
"And why is that, missy?" Natasha raises an eyebrow playfully.
"He was very mean to Wanda. She even cried" Y/N explains seriously.
"Well, but that's not nice, is it? I think Steve is very lucky I wasn't here otherwise he'd end up much worse than just stuck in the floor" Natasha says, giving Steve a glare for making her girlfriend cry. "I don't know, Steve. Maybe we should just leave you here" She teases, making Y/N giggle.
"What?! You can't be serious right now" Steve's eyes widen, watching the three girls in disbelief.
"Just get him out already" Wanda jumps in, knowing her overprotective little sister and overprotective girlfriend would let Steve here for god knows how long.
"Alright" Natasha sighs. "I might have bought you a little something in the store, детка. So how about you let Steve out and I'll give you that little something?" Natasha offers, knowing Y/N can't say no to presents. (baby)
"Hmmm…. Okay, but can I sleep with you and Wanda today?" Y/N asks, pulling out her best puppy eyes on which Natasha lets out a chuckle.
"Alright, I think we can make an exception. What do you think, Wands?" Natasha questions, looking at Wanda who smiles and nods.
"We can, but now let Steve out, honey" Wanda stands her little sister on the ground, placing her hands on Y/N's small shoulders.
"But how?" Y/N asks, looking at Wanda with hope she'd help her while Steve's eyes widen, already thinking he'll stay there forever.
"Oh… Close your eyes, honey" Wanda tries to help, kneeling down to her little sister when Y/N does what she was told. "Okay, now you need to really concentrate. You need to think really hard about what you want to do"
Y/N does what her sister said, thinking really hard about getting Steve out of the floor and after a few minutes, the floor around Steve turns into liquid once again, so Natasha's quick to help him out.
"Good job, honey" Wanda smiles, pulling her sister in for a hug and pressing a kiss to her little cheek.
"Natty, what did you get me in the store?" Y/N asks impatiently, making Natasha and Wanda let out a small laugh.
"Alright, you cheeky little girl. Come with me" Natasha chuckles, taking Y/N's tiny hand in hers and leading her out of the gym.
Wanda follows the pair, leaving soaked Steve in the gym. One thing is sure now… everyone should know not to mess with Wanda otherwise Y/N will teach them a lesson.
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Sorry for the long wait, guys! I'm pretty busy with school, but I promise I'm working on all your requests!! <33
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buckys-little-belle · 3 months
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Chapter Three - Raindrops and Goodbyes
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SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW. 
Warnings - Talks about past (bad) Caregivers, talks about fear of abandonment, some heavy negative feelings, comparing oneself to others, fluff but ends in some angst, Bub eats, food mentioned, Bub cries 
Word Count - 1751
Note - Sorry this took so long to get out! Things got hectic, and crappy, and I haven't been able to edit, or format, or really write lately! Luckily things are going well and I won't start school till the 16th so I'm hoping to get some stuff out in the next week or so! Part four will be posted tomorrow! I can't leave us on a sad note for too long! I just can't!!
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Y/n always hated wearing her yellow raincoat, the material feeling odd against her skin, and the crinkle of the fabric was never music to her ears. But on days like this, grey skies and heavy raindrops falling to the ground, she had no choice but to suit up. Her matching rain boots on, allowing her to splash in any puddle she felt needed to be played in. 
As she neared the Cafe she got excited, Bucky said they would go to the park today, and although it’s running she has hopes that he’ll let them go anyways, her umbrella overhead creating enough of a dry patch to maybe, at the least, run around in the mud without catching a nasty cold. 
“Mr!” She cheered as she walked in, something she did every time she saw him sat at his usual table, early as always. “I has something for you!” She smiled big as she unzipped the front pocket of her backpack “Here.” Her smile grew as Bucky’s mirrored hers, the small baggie with flowers printed on it full of chocolate chip cookies her pride and joy. 
“You made these?” 
“Yes!” Y/n says still standing, ready to leave for the park wherever Bucky is ready. Shifting her weight from one foot to another, growing impatient. “All on my own!” She cheered, proud of her baked goods. “Park now?” Bub asked, her smile still huge, both hands grasping the straps of her bag, now back on her back. 
“It’s raining, Bub.” Bucky frowned, causing Bub to mirror his expression. “But we’ll go next time, okay?” He asked, his hands immediately helping Y/n out of her raincoat, the buttons soon undone. 
“But you promised?” Y/n frowned, her eyebrows drawn together in confusion. “I wanted to go to d’park.” Y/n held back her tears, though she wished to stomp her foot and throw a small fit, she didn’t know Bucky well enough to truly let him see her little side completely. So instead she fixed her clothing after her coat had been taken off and sat in her usual seat. 
“I know I promised, Bub.” She smiled at the nickname. “But I brought us a fun game to play today.” He was quickly making her forget about the park trip altogether, now excited to see whatever game he had brought. She hoped it wasn’t UNO, she sucked at that. “Here.” He said as he placed a game on the table, the pink and blue of Candyland making Y/n let out a small squeal. 
“I love Candyland!” She grabbed the box and bounced in her seat. “Can we play now?” She asked, her eyes turning to Bucky, him already looking at her. “Please?” She added on for good measure. 
The moment he nodded his head she opened the box, pulling all the pieces out. “Why don’t you set it up, and I get us some snacks?” Bucky asked, Y/n didn’t even look up at him, but nodded her head. Too busy pulling out the different characters. 
Y/n didn’t know how long it took Bucky to get snacks, but by the time he got back to the table she had created a whole plot amongst the characters and their kingdoms. “Here, Bub.” Bucky said as he placed a plate on the table. It was more than the usual cake pop he got her, though one still sat on the plate. This time he got vegetables and dip, some goldfish, and a cup of juice. 
“Thank you, Mr.” Y/n smiled up at him, grabbing a celery stick and dipping it. “Can I be the ice cream cone?” She asked, showing him the character she had in her hand. Bucky nodded but stayed sitting. “You need’a pick a lil guy.” She pointed to the characters situated around the board. 
“Right.” He said, his expression growing serious as he looked each one over. “I’ll pick this one, he looks tough.” Y/n broke out into a fit of giggles, the marshmallow definitely not a ‘tough guy’. 
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They got to playing the game, Y/n winning two times in a row. She wasn’t surprised, while she knew it was all down to luck, she had played the game a ton of times so clearly the Candyland gods liked her more than Bucky. “Are you cold bub?” Bucky asked her, making her realise she was shivering slightly.
She knew not bringing a sweater might be a bad idea, but she thought they were going to the park. “Um, yeah.” She nodded then shrugged her shoulders. She hoped he wouldn’t make her go back home and get one, she only had so much time in a day to spend at the cafe. “Bu’ I’m all good, can we play again?” She asked, moving their pieces back to the star. 
“Yeah we can play again, just wait a second.” Bucky stood up, she wondered where he was going, but instead of leaving to grab something or go to the bathroom he stood at the side of her booth with a black sweater in hand. “Hands up, Bub.” He said, holding the sweater out. 
“I don’ need your sweater, wha’ if yous get cold?” She asked, not sure if her being so comfortable around Bucky her little side couldn’t help but come out now was a good thing or a bad thing. While she was 100% sure Bucky was a safe guy to be around, she didn’t want to get too attached to him just in case. 
“I won’t get cold.” He answered in a softer voice. She knew he was special, that’s what everyone in the newspapers said, that he’s indestructible. But she’d hate to be the person who gave a super soldier a cold because she took his sweater. “Bub.” His voice drew her out of her worrying. He was now crouched down so they were eye level. “I won’t get cold, but you’re shivering.” He didn’t wait for her to put her arms up, instead just putting it over her head and waiting for her to put her arms through on her own.
“Tanks.” Bub murmured, looking at Bucky with a small smile. She was thankful for the sweater, now warm, but she still worried that she was too much to handle. He had given her a lot, crayons, colouring pages, so much of his time, and now his sweater. She hadn’t given him anything but cookies that she hoped tasted okay. 
“Why don’t we play again?” Bucky asked as he settled back into his seat. “I can feel it, I’m going to win this one.” He teased, she shook her head, he had no clue that the Candyland gods were on her side, and she hoped he would never know. 
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Y/n frowned as she saw Bucky pacing around outside. It had stopped raining but he said that they should wait till a sunny day to go out, because ‘everything would be slippery’. Buck’s phone had rung five hours ago, well maybe two minutes ago, but it felt like forever as she just watched him pace with an unhappy look on his face. 
She grabbed the last few goldfish and got back to her colouring, when she had won for a third time Bucky had to quit, saying his ego couldn’t handle anymore. Y/n giggled at the memory. 
The doorbell rang out and she quickly turned, though her smile turned back into a frown when she saw Bucky’s sad expression. “I’m sorry, I have to go, Bub.” He said, his sad words said in a kind tone. 
“Oh, otay.” Y/n answered, watching him pack up his things. “Will you be back tomorrow?” She asked, her crayons laid on the table instead of in her hands. 
Bucky sighed, then sat down, his hands clasped on the table. “I’m going to be gone until next wednesday.” Y/n’s back straightened up, he’d be gone for nine days. That was a lot of time to be gone, and a lot of time for him to think and change his mind about her. 
“Oh, do you, do you wan’ your sweater back?” She asked, wiggling her hands out of the sleeves before Bucky got to her. His hands covering hers, a painful smile on his face. 
“You can keep it, I’ll get it back when I come back okay?” Y/n nodded. “I’ll put my phone number in your phone, and I’ll text you if I’m going to be back later than wednesday, okay?” She nodded her head, at least he wasn’t just up and leaving, he was giving her a point of contact if needed. She handed him her phone, watching as he took forever to type out his name and number. It was a little silly to watch. “I won’t be able to text or call you while I’m away.” He admitted. “But you can text me all you want and I’ll read them when I’m back.” Bucky offered, though she knew she wouldn’t do that, she wouldn’t bother him while he was away, she knew people hated that. 
She just nodded her head, watching him as he put his coat and backpack on. “Stay safe.” She whispered as he stood in front of her, ready to leave. 
“And you be good, Bub.” Bucky whispered back, and then he was gone. She watched him get into his jeep and drive away. She knew her mind was being silly when she couldn’t help but think he wouldn’t come back, but it didn’t mean it stopped that train of thought. 
She knew deep down that he had to leave, he didn’t want to, but he had to. She knew he wasn’t like the other people who became her friends and then left and never came back, she knew that, somewhere in her mind she knew that. But she still couldn’t help it as a few tears slipped down her cheeks as she cleaned up. She couldn’t help but let out a small sad noise as she put on her coat, and she couldn’t help but sob the moment she got home and into bed. 
“He had to go save people, he was needed by the world because he's a good guy, that’s why he left.” She whispered to herself all night, but she still felt as though he had left because of something she did.
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moonstruckme · 5 months
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Oooo darling!! Your latest TASM fic sparked and idea!
(Before that, hello lovely 🩷 i hope you're having the best spooky season!)
Big brother!Sirius coming to save some poor sod that upset his slytherin!sister (Regulus' twin). So you have the charming & fun Sirius; quiet & regal Regulus; loyal & volatile reader. And i imagine Sirius calls them his twin stars (because hes deffinately a huge sap).
Where wolfstar is in 7th year and has a great relationship with the twins (maybe theyre trying to become their legal guardians behind the scenes). He and Remus are in their dorm before Peter bursts in, breathless, only saying "y/n" before Sirius is off. He has no doubt to why you were put in 🐍, and god forbid someone actually hurt his baby sister.
On reader's side, someone made a snide comment about Remmy being a halfblood or ruining the Black legacy or something and reader gets pissed because shes actually quite fond of him.
Then whatever you decide love; maybe reader gets hurt; maybe she does the hurting; maybe Remus saves the day with his long legs; or Sirius might show people what growing up in the 'Noble house of Black' does to someone. And idk what Reggie is doing, i imagine he was making out with James and they come in at the last minute ("😱 james!! What have you done!? Youve DEFILED one of my precious stars!!! Let go of him!!!! NO, dont touch him, get away.")
Anyway bub, as always; dont feel pressured and take all the creative liberties youd like!! Love you lots darling x
Hi my lovely, thanks for requesting! I really need to get more creative than bloody noses but ugh they're just so classic
cw: blood
big brother!sirius + (as opposed to x, I guess?) little sister!reader ♡ 861 words
“You weren’t there!” you insist as Sirius stalks back and forth across the room, tapping his wand against his leg in a quick, restless beat. “He said—he—” You look at Remus, the boy’s eyebrows drawn together in concentration and concern as he presses a cloth under your nose, trying to stop the blood that’s already crusted down your chin. You decide to keep your mouth shut. 
Remus smiles wryly, and you know he suspects why you’ve chosen to go quiet. “It doesn’t matter what they said, love. I don’t need you getting in fights for me.”
“Who was it?” Sirius demands, for probably the fourth or fifth time. You’re losing count. 
“It’s already been hand—ah!” Remus murmurs an episky while you’re distracted, and you flinch, hands flying to your face as your septum snaps back into its proper place. “Fuck, could’a given me some warning.” 
“Sorry,” Remus says, and he looks like he means it, tilting your chin up to continue cleaning your face as you look at him with teary eyes. “Thought it might hurt less if you weren’t expecting it.” 
“How do you figure?” you ask him, somewhat miffed. 
“Back. On. Task.” Sirius claps his hands with each word, coming to a stop in front of you. “Who did this? Remus is my boyfriend, I have twice as much a right to defend his honor as you do, you—you fucking—squirt.” 
You sneer at the childish name, but you know your brother means to rile you. “I told you, I handled it. He won’t do it again.” 
“And he’s never going to touch you again either,” Sirius promises menacingly, squatting in front of you to look you in the eyes, “if you just tell me the fucker’s name.” 
“Alright, that’s enough,” Remus says, taking his boyfriend’s shoulder in a spindly hand, the touch both soothing and controlling as he pushes Sirius back from you. “Let’s just let her rest for a minute, yeah?” Sirius sputters in protest, but Remus moves in front of him, pressing his face into his boyfriends’ dark locks. You roll your eyes at the display, though a tiny part of you loves that your brother has someone who loves him this well. Once he quiets, Remus speaks in a low, soothing voice. “I know, I know, you won’t be deterred from your vengeance, but there’s time for that later. Let’s just calm down for now.” 
It’s a lovely prospect, but at that moment, the door opens to reveal Regulus and James, both looking somewhat ruffled. James stops short at seeing you all gathered in his dorm (Remus and Sirius, of course, have every right to be here, but you’d bet he and Reg were hoping for some privacy) and stands there blinking for a moment. Your twin’s blasé facade slips the moment he sees you with blood still crusted to your nostrils and tear tracks down your face. 
“What happened?” he asks, pushing past James and into the dorm. 
“She got into a fight,” Sirius says, outrage instantly rekindled, and Remus sighs in exasperated resignation, his work undone. “Someone said something about Moony, but she won’t tell who.” 
Now James looks upset too, eyes darting to Remus concernedly. “About Moony? When?” 
“Just now!” Sirius throws up his hands. “Ten minutes ago! Did either of you see anything?” 
James shakes his head, and despite Regulus’ blank expression, you catch the embarrassed shifting of his stance. “No,” James says, “we were, uh…we didn’t see anything.” 
“I bet I know who it was though,” Regulus offers, that traitorous scum. He’s just throwing you under the bus to take the heat off himself. 
It works; Sirius perks up. “Yeah? Who?”
“It doesn’t matter who,” you say, but Sirius cuts you off, facing your twin. 
“Who?” he asks. 
“It was the guy you were arguing with yesterday too, right?” Reg glances at you for confirmation, and you glare at him. Don’t you dare, your look says, but he nods and turns back to Sirius. “He’s your year, the one you guys call Sni—”
“Reg and James were coming in here to have sex!” you blurt. 
It’s a wonder Sirius doesn’t get whiplash from how fast he turns around. “What?” 
You nod, unable to feel guilty as Regulus gives you an appalled look from behind your older brother. “Mhm,” you say. “Their hair is all messed up, and look—their lips are swollen. Plus, they were surprised we were in here.” 
You do feel a tiny bit bad for James, whose dark skin blanches when Sirius turns on him. “James Potter, did you come in here to defile my brother?” 
James looks to Remus for help, but his friend only turns his palms up like Sorry, what can you do?. After a second, Regulus steps closer to him.
“Sirius, we—”
“Don’t touch him,” Sirius practically retches. He shakes his head, grabbing Regulus by the arm and all but dragging him from the room. “Alright, listen. You are going to tell me who was talking shit about Remus, and then we’re going to have an entirely separate conversation about boundaries.” He casts a noxious look back at James. “And I’ll deal with you later!” 
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ace-of-gay · 7 months
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hello <3 i hope you are doing well!
i was wondering if you could do a papa emeritus or ghoul x a regressor with a cold?
i have been down sick for like a week now and i live and breathe ghost agere right now
anyways thank you <3
Sickly ghoul
Warnings: just some not very detailed descriptions of age regression
age regression is a coping that can both voluntary and/or involuntary it is entirely safe and reccomended by therapists if they believe it would be effective for said person but as mentioned for some people it is entirely unpredictable, if this makes you uncomfortable please carry on elsewhere thank you <3
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It started with the headache before the last ritual in this stretch of the country, a rolling pain that cast in like wayves in the ocean crashing as the shore rises.
not thinking much of it you drink an extra bottle of water and take a couple store brand over the counter pain killers giving it all through rehearsals to let them set in and do their job, the shrill of sodos guitar before tain stops him is absolutely agonizing, you try not to let it affect you but with how you wince back from your place just enough for papa copia to notice out of the corner of his eye and glance over but in that time you had corrected yourself and shrugged it off hoping that you could just take more pain killers between the rehearsal and the ritual.
After rehearsals, a spinning and pounding head was now accompanied by feeling like your body was cold sweating, making the assumption you were anxious yousit down to breath for a moment, taking one more pain killer and another swig of water you apply your glamor making your full ghoulish horns, tail and pierce grey skin fade to that of the complexion humans hold.
Putting on your mask once more standing up shaking off what you thought were nerves and returning to your place on stage.
One sense that ghouls are far more enhanced in is smell, using it to process how one another are doing, passing by swiss to head back on stage he caught the sense of something that seemed off, *surely youre not sick* he thinks to himself, *you might just be tired* he hopes thats all however during the ritual as you go about your routine putting on a show for the ritual goers, your eyes feeling warm and watery, it felt like it was both hot and cold in waves, you try once more to shrug it off for the rest of the show hoping its just a mix of a breeze and the lights seering down on all of you.
One thing you were thankful for when it came to your mask is the goggles part around the eyes worked like sunglasses so the flashing of the lights didn't do much of anything for you.
As you all go through ritual you prance around to swiss' side of the stage joining him on his little stage, as soon as the song started it came to a close with sodo wailing his whammy youd been trying to prepare for this part just incase the pain meds did nothing but by far it didn't work.
You only found out as he jerks his whammy bar making a siren wailing sound.
This time swiss could for certain smell and sense what was happening and against his hopes you were sick, he maneuvered behind you to keep you standing, "just a few more songs bub youre okay" he says loud enough for you to hear, the both of you making it look like a gentle preformative action, he takes your hand in his helping you step off of his riser and sending you back to your station in hopes to tough it through the rest of the ritual.
By the end of the ritual your head was pounding, you were congested, you felt like you were freezing while drenched in sweat and your chest felt so unbelievably tight, youre all lined up, swiss has you between him and rain, rain could instantly tell what was wrong by the simple touch of his hand holding yours.
Bowing and exiting the stage the two ghouls kept you infront of everyone calmly ushering you off stage, if for the sake of being sick they also knew that youd probably be regressing if you haven't already.
Leading to put your stuff away help the others but the sickness and the state of your mind slipping younger from not feeling good it had finally set it, walking over to mountains area to help with everything when gentle hands wrap kindly wrap around your shoulders from behind the hands graced with beautiful rough caloses that sang all of the time and effort they had put into their skill aethers hands so gentle and kind "youre sick little ghoul, youre going to go sit down and relax while we do this, go sit down baby" he hums as you give a pleading glance to mountain to get you out of this but the look he sends back is one that sets your headspace into full swing, a tiny little ghoul who just isnt feeling too good.
Aether with a caring hand on your back leads you once again back stage going straight to copia, you shake your head not wanting the confrontation of managing to get sick, "come on, theres nothing wrong with going to papa, hes our summoner, hes here to take care of us when needed and he can determine what you need best" he soothes the fiery fear in your regressed mind.
The great thing is he knew when his ghouls were regressed, being that its not uncommon for ghouls to regress with their instincts and such wired differently he wasnt new to soothing the ghouls as though they were kits.
Copia comes closer meeting you halfway with his hands open, his gould had already told him what was going on and he for certain would give you a good look over "come, come sit piccolo" he ushers.
Once seated he removes his gloves, this is proof that he cares because his gloves almost never come off around others unless hes handling his precious rats, he loosens the helmet like mask and setting it aside, gently lifting your chin to look at him.
"Drop your glamor for me per favore" he requests, watching as you return to your ghoulish self "aah perfetta" he sighs running his hands through your hair that had been flattened down, his fingertips brushing gently against yohr forehead when he feels just how warm your temperature is "oh kit, mio caro youre burning up" he worries, your sniffles break the silence as he looks so very kindly at you, he reaches over grabbing a paper towel and using it to wipe your nose like a parent would a child, completely disregarding how old you are out of this headspace, right now youre the kit and they will all hold and coddle you.
When all of the ghouls are done going about their after ritual routine they all start heading back to the tour bus to get comfortable now that they had a small week break between segments of the tour in this country, mountain and rain coming to collect you from copia, rain picking up your mask while mountain takes your hand helping you up on weak aching legs, slow steps and a gentle hold keeping you by his side so for you not to fall.
When you get there someone had already gotten you comfortable clothes that consisted of a hoodie from rains selections and some sweats and shirt from swiss' collection, all ready for you, their favorite thing to do when one of you is sick is to dote on the ill ghoul.
Gentle hands from sodo and rain helping you into the change of clothes "you smell like all of us, you will be better in no time kit, youre in the best hands" sodo smiles encouragingly, "lets get you to a nap, we'll wake you when we get to the hotel" aether comments leading you to the large bed in the back instead of to your bunk but stopping by to pick up your stuffy you take everywhere, "do you need cuddles little one?" To which you nod "yes pease" you respond, your voice coming out far more little and sickly than you had expected he nods laying down so you can lay around or against him however you please, you curl up with your head on his chest falling asleep almost immediately. He places a kiss to tour forehead only to notice that you very much have a fever, he mumbles out sadly "youre warmer than sodo on a bad day"
The cuddles were so perfect but was even better was as you bunked with swiss and phantom, they figured that even though normally its one to a bed, but the kit needs their cuddles and these two are happy to do so.
After a hot bath they had ran you they made sure for you to have eaten and gotten even more rest, when youd try to get up theyd tell you to point and theyd figure it out, so mu h love shared from all of your band mates, you were the baby and theyd do anything to take care of you the exact same way you do every time theyre in need of love and care, they would be happy to stick it through just to see you glow like your radiant self again.
Phantom wrapped around on your left eith swiss on your right theyre happy to so what they can until your cold went away, because they love the team kit, "sleep well baby, get some rest" hed hum, with plenty of comfort foods and snacks and drinks all together.
After such events even if you werent that sick in your opinion they would go out of their way to make sure you were healthy and happy
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agendabymooner · 8 months
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indigo ! pierre g. x ofc (singer!ofc)
"first to one-up your last, (s)he can stay in your past."
summary: a certain pierre gasly shouldn't be jealous over a high school sweetheart, and ensley made sure to remind him that. OR no amount of subtweeting from an ex-boyfriend can deter ensley's love for the alpine driver
content warning: ex-boyfriend (fictional), use of explicit language, allusions to smut (no smut, i can't do it guys), slight insecure!pierre, pierre is a boba fan, ofc and other drivers in a private twitter account, pierre and ensley being h0rny on main, chatfic + tweets, rare british youtubers in the comments
note: someone should have the audacity, and it will be ensley and lester :)
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tagged ensoleil
liked by willne, landonorris, estebanocon
brianimanuel look at my lil frenchman being cultured and all 💗 liked by pierregasly
user1 "my lil frenchman" 💀
willne i feel like i shouldn't be here
ensoleil we don't recall asking william :)
pierregasly bebe that's not very nice
ensoleil my bad bub sorry william
user2 y'all telling me ensley listens to the person she didn't even like before???
user3 this dump is giving "pierre is an exhibitionist" liked by pierregasly
user3 pierre?! what does that mean?
user4 i need to touch grass (or they do)
user5 pierre's the kind to pull her by the hair then kiss her whenever someone tries to eye her liked by pierregasly
user6 PIERRE PLEASE TOUCH SOME GRASS
landonorris you think this dump is bad try being the photographer of the said photos liked by pierregasly
maxfewtrell i second that
yungfilly i third that
willne so it's not just me?? our group therapy session's about to be mad lads
user7 not the group therapy sesh 😭
charles_leclerc mon dieu, there are kids in this app, calamar 🥲 liked by pierregasly
ensoleil too many to unpack because he packing frfr
charles_leclerc go to church and indulge in some holy water.
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liked pierregasly, brianimanuel, willne
user1 "big dick is back in town" 😩
niko do you have that shirt available for me?
ensoleil no sorry, it's only reserved for one man
wroetoshaw oh so you're not even going back to your flat in uk for a frenchman? 😒 liked by ensoleil
ensoleil ain't you french?
wroetoshaw i'm from guernsey?!
ensoleil same thing
willne i thought i lost that shirt 😟
ensoleil it was never urs
estebanocon i already get enough of this in the paddock
ensoleil sorry bestie you'll get more of this in your timeline :)
estebanocon its ok i like you two together anyway
brianimanuel look at our moneymaker 🥰 liked by ensoleil
pierregasly i prefer the word "muse" but thank you bb
yukitsunoda0511 look at our boyfriend liked by ensoleil
ensoleil i know right?!!!
pierregasly i didn't agree to this 😭
pierregasly if he tries to post about you one more time my dump photos will be even worse liked by ensoleil
ensoleil make him cry ig 😩😉
pierregasly oh i will, mon bebe
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bonus !!!
JOJI JUDGES ENSLEY AND RICH BRIAN'S HOMEMADE BUBBLE TEA IN THIS FEAST MANSION EPISODE by first we feast
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