#gf is still having car trouble

[sturniololoco]

this might sound weird but her me out.

could you do one where like reader is matt(or chris’s) gf but the boys have a younger sister (like sls) and when the sister goes to stay with the boys her favourite is always gf and she tells all her troubles and feelings to her when she’s missing her mom and dad

i completely understand if this doesn’t make sense but the idea came to me randomly xx

Home Sick

Matt Sturniolo x fem! Reader

Warnings: kissing, cuddling, crying, home sickness, etc.

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Y/N’s POV

My boyfriend, Matt, has been on the phone with his little sister the entire way to the airport.

This is her first time flying by herself and she just got off the plane so Matt is trying to walk her through it.

Chris and Nick have been talking excitedly about the plans they have made for her while they got their vlog camera ready.

I however, was nurvously picking at my nails, wondering what their sister will be like.

Will she like me?

I was pulled from my thoughts as I felt a hand on my thigh.

“Stop worrying baby. It’s gonna be fine.” He says in a low tone.

I smile and hold his hand, praying that he’s right.

-

I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as cute as Matt’s little sister sprinting into his outstretched arms.

Normally, he would call this cringy behavior, but I know he's so happy to see her, that he secretly enjoys it.

She does the same to Chris and Nick, somehow showing all of her love for them in one tight squeeze.

Then she came over to me.

I was shocked when she wrapped her small frame around me, hugging me tight.

I looked up at Matt, giving him the Are you seeing how cute this is? look.

He smiles back at me proudly while grabbing his little sister's bags.

Pulling away, but still holding my hand, she pulls me with her to the car behind her brothers.

-

To celebrate the little sister's safe journey across the country, we indulged in a pizza movie night for the occasion.

I was snuggled into Matt's side on the end of the couch, and both of us snuggled into a blanket while we held hands.

Matt's sister was on his right, leaning into Chris on her other side.

It was safe to say that the siblings had a very close relationship, just judging by how they cuddled close together on the couch.

-

At the end of the movie, Nick stood grabbed our plates, and started to clean up. Just as Matt and I were about to do the same, Chris began tickling his little sister with no mercy.

Matt was quick to join in, the trio laughing as her brothers held her down.

Once they gave in, she was half upside down and breathing heavily, smacking her brothers on the leg as they walked away to go and help Nick.

"You ready for bed, baby?" Matt asked me, seeing me yawn from m spot on the island.

I nodded and stood, giving everyone a quick goodnight hug.

But as I went to see their little sister, she was fast asleep in her spot on the couch.

Smiling lightly to myself, I called Chris over.

"You might wanna move her before she gets too comfy." I laughed as he scooped her up into his arms and whisked her off to bed.

I wasn't far behind, only I followed Matt, snuggling into his warmth as we lay down in his bed.

-

Who knew a light coming all the way from downstairs could be so annoying.

It was the middle of the night and got up to pee, but haven't been able to fall back into my slumber thanks to the obnoxious LED light coming from the kitchen.

Giving up on any more rest, I kept out of the room and made my way down the stairs, to be met with a sight I was not expecting.

The Sturniolo sister was there, scrolling on her phone as tears poured from her eyes onto her cheeks.

I hesitantly sat next to her, and when she tried to stop her tears, I pulled her in for a hug, only making her sob harder.

"What's wrong sweetheart? Do you need me to go get Matt?" I asked, rubbing her back in an attempt to soothe her.

She shook her head no and calmed herself, taking in a deep breath before saying,

"I just miss my brothers being at home so much. But I also miss not being with my mom and dad. I wish they could just come home with me." She said, sheepishly.

I gave her a sympathetic smile.

"Your brothers talk about you every day. They miss you just as much, but that's what makes these visits so special. You get to spend special time together." I said.

this seemed to cheer her up slightly. She sighed and smiled before leaning in and giving me a tight hug.

"Thank you," she mumbles into my shoulder.

"Any time kiddo. I'm always here, just as much as your brothers."

I feel so bad, this was so rushed! Lemme know if you want me to add more or redo it, or just do something simular. <3

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[sunny44]

Pole position and broken wrist

Pairing: Max Verstappen x GF!reader

Warnings: broken wrist, medical center, medications etc…

Summary: Where Y/n broke her wrist on qualifying day.

It was one of those days when everything seemed to be in the right place. I woke up with Y/n by my side, her hair spread out on the pillow and a serene smile on her face. The sun was shining outside, and I felt a positive energy in the air. Today was qualifying day, and confidence was high. The car was fast, and the team's work had been impeccable throughout the weekend.

Y/n and I had a special ritual on race Saturdays. After breakfast in the motorhome, we would go to the paddock together. She was known for her vibrant personality and, of course, for her ability to get into unusual situations. I still remember when she spilled a tray of drinks on the team boss during her first visit to the paddock. But those moments, no matter how chaotic, only made me love her more.

We arrived at the paddock, and Y/n quickly started interacting with the mechanics and engineers, drawing smiles and laughter. It was impossible not to be infected by her light and carefree spirit. While she mingled, I focused on the qualifying session ahead. I knew she would be there supporting me, as always.

The qualifying session started, and the car was perfect. I managed to top the timesheet right in Q1, and that pace continued until the end. When I crossed the finish line in Q3, with pole position secured, my heart raced with excitement. I knew Y/n would be waiting for me in the garage, ready to congratulate me with that smile that made all the problems in the world seem insignificant.

But when I returned to the garage, something was off. I didn't see Y/n anywhere. Usually, she would be jumping with joy, ready to give me a celebratory kiss. Instead, I was greeted by worried looks from the team members. Before I could ask what was going on, one of the mechanics, Dave, approached me, a concerned expression on his face.

"Max, there’s been an accident... with Y/n," he said, his voice low, almost a whisper.

My heart froze. "What happened?" I asked, trying to stay calm.

"She was walking through the paddock, and you know how she is... Always bumping into things. Apparently, she tripped and fell. She tried to grab onto a metal structure but ended up slipping and falling hard. She broke her wrist."

For a moment, I couldn't breathe. The image of Y/n, hurt, flooded my mind, and a sense of panic started to grow inside me. "Where is she now?" I asked, already moving towards the garage exit.

"They took her to the medical center here at the circuit. She was in a lot of pain, but they said she's going to be okay. They just need to immobilize her wrist and maybe take her for more detailed exams."

Without wasting any more time, I ran towards the medical center. Everything around me seemed like a blur. The people, the sounds, even the noise of the engines... It all disappeared. The only thing that mattered was getting to Y/n.

When I entered the clinic, I found her sitting on a bed, with an expression of pain mixed with frustration. Her arm was already in a temporary splint, and the doctor was beside her, explaining what they would need to do next.

"Max!" Y/n exclaimed when she saw me, her eyes shining with a mix of surprise and relief.

"Y/n, what happened?" I asked, approaching her, feeling a wave of relief seeing her conscious and talking, even though she was visibly uncomfortable.

She gave an embarrassed smile, something she always did when she was in trouble. "I’m a complete klutz, Max... I tripped over one of those damn toolboxes and, trying to balance myself, ended up falling. And, well... you know the rest."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair and sitting next to her.

"Is it hurting a lot?"

"Yes, it hurts like hell."

"Do you have any idea how much you scared me?" I asked, taking her free hand and intertwining our fingers.

"I'm so sorry... It wasn’t my intention to ruin your pole day," she replied, with a pained little laugh.

"The only thing that matters to me right now is that you're okay," I said, kissing her forehead gently. "And, look, we’re still going to celebrate this pole. We’ll just do it at your pace, okay?"

She smiled again, this time more confidently, and nodded. "Sounds like a good plan."

The doctors entered and started discussing the next steps, mentioning the need to take her to a hospital outside the circuit for a more detailed X-ray and possibly to cast her wrist. The idea of her having to spend the rest of the race weekend with a cast worried me, but the relief of knowing it was "just" a broken wrist calmed me down.

After a few hours, we left the hospital with her wrist properly casted. I insisted we return to the motorhome and spend the rest of the day there, away from any potential dangers in the paddock. She hesitated a bit but eventually agreed.

We settled on the sofa in the motorhome, with Y/n lying next to me, her arm carefully propped up on a pillow. The TV was on, showing a replay of the qualifying session, but I hardly paid attention. My focus was on her, making sure she was comfortable and cared for.

"Max, you don’t have to stay here with me the whole time," she said softly, looking at me with a shy smile. "You should enjoy the rest of the day with the team, celebrate the pole."

"I'm exactly where I need to be," I replied, running my fingers through her hair. "Besides, who’s going to take care of you if I'm not around? What if you trip over the carpet now?"

She laughed, though she winced in pain right after. "I really am fucking clumsy, huh?"

"You are, but you’re my clumsy, and I love you for it," I murmured, leaning in to kiss her.

...

The next day, I woke up to the soft sound of Y/n's breathing beside me. Her arm, now casted and propped up on pillows, was a constant reminder of how clumsy she could be. But seeing her there, sleeping peacefully, I knew that even with a broken wrist, she would still make her day and mine unforgettable.

When Y/n finally woke up, the lazy smile she gave me warmed me inside.

"Good morning, champ." she murmured, trying to stretch without moving her arm too much.

"Good morning, clumsy." I replied, giving her a kiss on the forehead. "Ready for another day of adventures?"

"More than ready," she said, with a sparkle in her eyes.

"Is it hurting a lot?"

"It’s starting to hurt more now, I think the painkillers are wearing off."

"Well, you stay there while I get dressed and grab your meds." I said, getting up.

"I can get them." She tried to get up but I stopped her.

"No, no. You stay there, safe and sound, I’ll get the meds." She agreed and lay down.

After I went to the bathroom and got dressed, I got her meds and handed them to her. She got up afterward, went to the bathroom, and I helped her get dressed since moving her arm was straining her wrist and hurting.

"Ready?" I asked, putting a Red Bull bucket hat on her head and giving her a peck, making her smile.

"More than ready." She said, and we left the motorhome together. "You know, I was thinking… since I’m going to have this cast on for a while, I’ll make it more interesting."

"Interesting how?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Autographs!" she exclaimed, as if it were the most brilliant idea in the world. "I’ll ask some of the guys to sign it for me. It’ll be a nice memory of this whole thing."

I laughed, shaking my head. "You really are full of ideas, aren’t you?"

"You knew who you were getting involved with when you asked me out," she replied, winking at me and holding my hand.

Y/n was visibly excited, and even with her arm in a cast, she radiated a joy that was contagious.

Lando was her first target. As soon as she saw him, she ran over to him, carefully balancing the cast on her arm.

"Lando! You have to be the first to sign!" Lando, always the jokester, gave a mischievous smile and took the Sharpie Y/n was holding with her free hand.

"So, do you want me to write 'Caution: very clumsy' or something like that?" He asked, as he signed the cast, and Y/n rolled her eyes but couldn’t hold back her laughter.

"Just sign it, Norris. And make it look nice."

"Alright, bossy." He handed the pen back to her, and after chatting a bit and wishing her well, we went after the next victim.

Charles was talking to some members of his team, but Y/n wasn’t intimidated.

"Charles! I need your autograph, please." she said, waving the cast in his direction, and he smiled warmly, taking the pen.

"I saw pictures of you online with a cast but didn’t know what had happened. Are you okay?"

"I’m better, yeah. I tripped over a toolbox... Long story," she replied, laughing at herself.

"Well, I hope you get better soon," he said, carefully signing the cast with his name and adding a small heart next to it. "And try to stay away from toolboxes for a while."

Carlos was next, and Y/n knew he wouldn’t miss the chance to tease her. When she approached him, he raised an eyebrow and gave her a knowing look.

"Max, you really have to keep an eye on her," Carlos said, laughing. "She’s a danger to herself."

"Tell me about it," I replied, smiling as Carlos signed the cast.

"Y/n, are you collecting accidents now?"

"Let's just say I'm adding a little drama to the weekend," she replied, extending her arm.

"There you go," he said after adding 55 to the end of his signature. "I hope you get better soon."

"Thank you Chili." He gave her a side hug and started walking towards the Ferrari garage.

"Try not to break anything else," he yelled and went inside.

Alex was walking past us when Y/n spotted him. "Alex! Please sign here," she said, and he promptly complied.

He made a neat signature, adding a small trophy to the side. "I hope this brings you luck to recover quickly," he said.

"Thank you, and bring Lily to the next race." He nodded and left.

Oscar was the last one before we returned to the Red Bull garage. He was focused, but when he saw Y/n approaching with that smile that said “you have no choice”, he smiled too.

“Oscar, you’re next on the list,” she said, shaking her cast.

“Honored to be a part of this collection,” he joked as he signed it, drawing a little kangaroo next to his name.

Finally, we made it back to the Red Bull garage, where Y/n handed me the pen.

“Now it’s your turn.” She said smiling.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment,” I said, taking the pen and thinking about what to write.

I decided on something simple but meaningful. I signed my name, and next to it I wrote, “I love you, my clumsy.”

She looked at the cast and then back at me, her eyes shining with emotion.

“It’s perfect, it’s definitely my favorite signature,” she said, smiling.

The day went on, and soon it was time for the race. Y/n was by my side until the last second before I got in the car. Even with her injured arm, she was there, smiling, supporting me, and reminding me of what really matters. mattered.

When I finally got into the car and got ready for the race, I knew that no matter what happened on the track, I had something very special waiting for me at the end of it all. The race was important, sure, but Y/n… she was the reason I gave my best, on and off the track.

Bonus scene!

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“Before the accident X after the accident”

Ps: I’m okay guys, just a broken wrist

[doboosh]

hey im back again 🥹 Can i request somethinggg . I just saw this gif and I imagined Rich GF! Reader picking Wednesday after she did something stupid and dangerous again . Oh btw Reader is not from nevermore . Reader was like - "Hello my little Nightmare, Miss me?" 😭🔥 .

“Spoiled little devil”

Wednesday Addams x richgf!fem!reader

You’ve learned that your girlfriend has caused a bit of trouble at Nevermore, what’s better than to bail her out of that dreaded school and speak to her yourself

Warning(s); none, maybe a bit of cussing, teasing? If that’s even a warning

-

Yeah, you knew this would happen. With how much trouble Wednesday got into from her past schools, you had no doubt that she would cause the same amount of mischief at this one.

You sigh as you turn up the radio in your brand new car, your dad had gotten it for you for no reason. Not saying that you weren’t grateful.

You were so thankful for everything your family has provided for you.

You look over to the GPS as you drum your fingers onto you steering wheel to the beat of the song playing loudly in your ears. Only 15 minutes away, not if you speed a little. More than a little. A lot.

Oh god how you’re looking forward to seeing the look on your girlfriends gorgeous face.

This is going to be amazing.

Especially when you had called the headmistress before to ask permission to take Wednesday out of school, reluctantly she agreed, so now you have the whole day to spend much needed time with your little murderous tornado.

-

You pulled into the school, pulling down your expensive glasses as you got out of your car.

It was a tad bit chilly today

You grabbed a black present bag as you moved away from your car.

You smiled a bit as you made your way into the school, right before your opened the doors, Wednesday came barging out.

“Hello my little nightmare, miss me?” You giggled, opening your arms wide open for a hug.

Wednesday looked a little starstruck as she looked at you, but recovered enough to dive into your arms.

You kissed her head and laughed and she rocked you back and forth. “I got you a present, my love” you said as you caught your breath.

You grabbed said gift and handed it to her.

You could see her eyes shimmer just a tad when she got it into her hands.

She unwrapped it quickly and saw an expensive black sweater, you had got it custom made for her. Warm enough where she could stay bundled in her little mischievous expeditions, and cute enough where she could wear it out.

“Thank you cara mia” she whispered as she grasped the material in her hands.

“Anything for you my sweets”

“I want to show you my dorm, don’t mind the colors on the other side of the room” she said as she grasped your hand.

You giggled a bit as she tugged you along, “aren’t you allergic to color?” You teased, she looked back at you and shot you a teasing glare.

As you both made your way through the school, people stopped to watch the closeness of you two.

Your linked fingers somehow a jaw dropper to most.

-

“Oh how lovely, I love the room” you said as you entered the dorm.

You spotted a blonde haired girl who jumped at the sound of your voice.

“Wednesday? Who is this?” She asked, a smile slowly coming to her face.

“My girlfriend” she responded monotonously.

“Hi! Y/n L/n, nice to meet you..?”

“Enid! Enid Sinclair!” She said quickly, reaching her hand out to shake yours

“It’s nice to meet-“

“Okay, enough” Wednesday snapped, “let’s go out into town, I want to show you around the area”

“Alright my love” you said, rubbing her knuckles with your thumb.

-

Driving to town you had decided to ask her about what she’s been doing

“So why have you been getting in trouble my love?” You has asked curiously

“Solving murders”

“Wait what, murders? There was murders?”

“There still are.”

“Wednesday what!”

-

Just a little drabble!! Love y’all!

Bell 🤍

[mochalate]

[intro] new notification!

msby!atsumu x reader || w/c: 560 Atsumu discovers that the only thing worse than online dating, is dating advice online. a/n: oh look at that, another atsumu fic!! this one is less stressful for me though. its pretty short, with a cute little plot that won't cause me planning paralysis. making edits for atsumu is always so fun <3 i hope you'll read it!!

[chapter 1->]

r/relationship_advice • 3 hours ago

u/fattytuna95

I want to ask out my twin brother's girlfriend.

It's not as bad as it sounds. She's not really his girlfriend.

I'll try to explain.

We're colleagues, sort of. (Me and her— I'd rather starve to death than work for my brother.)

Last month, someone took a picture of us leaving the office. I was only walking her to her car but the person who took the picture wanted to imply that we were dating.

And that wouldn't have been an easy rumour for her to handle, so I got my brother (identical twin) to post a picture with her on his socials.

Obviously, just one picture wouldn't work to convince anyone, so they've been meeting up a couple times a week (they have similar interests, so they were friends already) to be seen together.

Now here's the issue— I never saw her like that before, and I thought it was just fucking annoying to watch people be lovey dovey, fake or not... but one of my other colleagues said it sounded like I was jealous.

And fuck, I am.

Do you think she'd be mad if I asked her out? I reacted pretty badly to the original picture. And I'm worried my brother likes her for real (those photos they're posting are kind of convincing...)

Edit: for everyone asking, no, I can't ask my brother. he'll know why, and if he really does like her I don't want to mess with it. and if he doesn't he won't let me hear the fucking end of it. i can hear the best man speech already.

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u/unicornpoodle • 2 hours ago

lol dude (I'm assuming you're a dude, unless you're a girl who unfortunately is built exactly like your brother) are you sure you like her and aren't just jealous of your brother being happy? fake or not

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u/fattytuna95 • 2 hours ago yeah i'm sure. I cut out a picture of one of my teammates and pasted it over his ugly mug and it made me even angrier. ↑ 35 ↓ •••

u/msbygirlie_13 • 2 hours ago

Oh hey!! I recognise you from the atsumu miya subreddit!! That's so cool you have a twin just like him!! And his brother got a gf recently too!!! (I think they're fr tho lol.)

Okay hmmm this is a tough one. wdym when yuo said 'reacted badly'??? and what was so bad about the rumour in the first place if it's an option for you now???? this is kinda weird ngl.

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u/fattytuna95 • 2 hours ago do you really they're the real deal??? I kind of laughed. And now that I look back at it, I think I might have looked way too eager to put it out there that we weren't dating. like I was disgusted or something. :( I wasn't, I just didn't want her to have any trouble. :( :( I'm sorry, I can't explain the situation any more for privacy reasons. ↑ 20 ↓ •••

u/guiltyassassin_ • 1 hour ago

well you don't have to talk to either of them... you said someone took the original photo. maybe they're still stalking?? ask them what they think?

lmfao you guys are either celebrities or highschoolers with this kinda drama

(also you keep calling your brother ugly, but then say you guys are identical? huh????)

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u/fattytuna95 • 55 minutes ago This is kind of an insane idea, but it does make sense. Maybe I'll do it. (and you wouldn't get it.) ↑ 2 ↓ •••

first chapter tomorrow! please like/reblog/reply/send me an ask if you enjoyed it :) it keeps me going lol [my other fics->] divider: @/cafekitsune

[twitchmattentusiast]

꩜ .ᐟ WORKS IN PROGRESS !

smuts:

mesmerised - matthew sturniolo

parings: shy bsf!matt x shy bsf!reader

summary: in which your innocent weekly movie night at your best friends house ends up turning not innocent when the topic of sex comes up and you both decide to lose your virginity to each other.

make it up to me - christopher sturniolo

parings: hockey!jealous bf chris x shy gf!reader

summary: when chris finds out you missed most of his game because your too busy talking to this guy he hates he makes you make it up to him in the locker room.

officer friendly - matthew sturniolo

parings: officer!matt x innocent!reader

summary: in which when at a halloween party thrown by your best friend you bump into the police officer who knocked on your front door three years ago for your 21st which you thought was a stripper.

think i’m too sweet? - matthew sturniolo

pairings: shy/sweet!boyfriend matt x dom!reader

summary: in which your boyfriend overhears you on the phone to your best friend talking about how sex with matt is a vanilla. he decides to change that.

212 - christopher sturniolo

parings: popular toxic!chris x shy!reader

summary: in which somehow you’ve ended up in a friends with benefits situation with christopher sturniolo the most popular guy in school who’s begging you to meet him at the janitors closet near room 212.

again & again? - matthew sturniolo

parings: badboy!matt x good girl!reader

summary: in which your parents have always disapproved of matt and have told you to stay away from the troubled boy since you were kids but they have no idea that every night when you say your volunteering after school you’re in matt’s car getting fucked.

you don’t own me - matt sturniolo

pairings: asshole college!matt x “sweet!” reader

summary: in which when your back in your hometown and matt your enemies with benefits is giving you shit for hooking up with another guy in college you decide to show him that he’s not in control and doesn’t own own you like he thinks he does.

guilty as sin - matthew & christopher sturniolo

pairings: childhood best friends! chris & matt x extremely inexperienced shy!reader

summary: in which you used to be best friends with chris and matt until your parents sent you to a religious boarding school. it’s been three years now, you escaped but it’s still deep wired into you that sex and all things similar are wrong. your tired of hearing about your friends one night stands and not having anything so when you find out that your two old childhood best friends run this “finding yourself” programme you take full advantage of it and they help you get over your trauma

NOTE: this is a religious smut. it includes role playing lowkey matt and chris acting like pastors and stuff. shaming, degrading all that but it’s consensual! kinda nervous to post this one but yeah.

so these are all works in progress but some are fics that i’ve written but im scared to post like the guilty as sin one HELP but uhh lmk if you fw these and ill post em x

[waklman]

Like A Princess

summary: more glimpses into your relationship with rooster where you give him the princess treatment instead.

pairing: bradley bradshaw x female reader.

warnings: very brief allusions to sex. 18+ blog in general.

a/n: continuance/epilogue to princess treatment (read for context!) missed this duo so i decided to bring them back but more extensively this time :). indepedent bf x princess treatment gf trope.

word count: 2.8k

something ‘bout you masterlist.

“Get on.” 

“What?” Bradley watches in confusion as you turn your back towards him. But he quickly catches on once you start to bend your knees, lowering yourself in front of him. You want to carry him into the house.

“Nope. Absolutely not,” he shakes his head, waiting for you to get back up. But you don’t. “I am not getting on your back. Are you kidding me?” He scoffs, sounding almost offended. 

“You saw me bring in twenty bags of groceries just last week, without making a second trip back to the car,” you proclaim proudly, still squatting in front of him. “So c’mere,” you call out to him again, blindly reaching behind you, searching for his legs.

“So?” he huffs, pushing himself further in the car, moving away from your yearning hands. Bradley’s well aware that putting up a fight is going to get him in trouble, but there’s no way in hell that he’s letting you transport him inside. “If you give me a piggyback ride, it’ll send us both back to the hospital again,” he protests. 

You stand back up at his statement, spinning on your heels to face him, with two hands planted on your hips. 

Bradley gulps, seeing your fingers drum against your hip bone–you don’t plan on taking no as an answer. “Tell me how you’ll get inside with that ankle then,” you press him, eyes drifting down to his injury. 

The kind nurse—who you spent most of the night with, tightly bandaged him up, but it’s obvious that his ankle is still swollen under the wrappings. 

Bradley takes notice of the glint of remorse in your eyes as you assess his sprained ankle. The ‘playful’ wrestling from earlier had taken an unexpected turn once you sent him flying off the bed, resulting in a last minute trip to the emergency room. 

And though Bradley insisted that it wasn't your fault, you still found it hard to swallow back the guilt you felt every time you looked at him. 

Bradley sighs, carding a hand through his hair—unsure of how to talk you out of this, he knows you're just trying to make up for the accident, in your own strange way. “Honey, if you lift me, we’re both going right down,” he tries to reason with you. 

“You don’t think..I’m capable?” You pretend to deflate. If insisting won’t work on him, maybe some light manipulation would. 

Bradley begins to sputter–just as you predicted, reeled in by your pout. “What? No of course not–Honey I just–”

Bradley bites down on his tongue—not wanting to say the wrong thing. 

You take it as a chance to cleverly bat your lashes at him as he gives you an empty stare, trying to weigh the decision in his head. 

And like always, Bradley can’t muster up enough willpower to combat your pleading eyes. “Let’s give it a try,” he sighs, admitting defeat.  

You automatically spin around before he can change his mind, biting down on your bottom lip as your mouth stretches into triumphant grin.  

“But if you can't even lift me, I’m walking on my own, okay?” he clarifies, hesitantly wrapping his arms around your neck. You hum, agreeing to his rule, attaching his legs onto each side of your hips–clamping two hands around the back of his thighs to support his weight. 

After sucking in one deep breath, you easily lift him up in one go. 

Bradley can barely process what’s going on as you begin taking determined steps towards the intended destination. “What the hell?! How are you—What?!” Bradley gawks at your strength, snapping his neck to look behind him, seeing his precious Bronco grow further from his vision.

“Holy shit, have I been dating the she-hulk this whole time?” He asks in disbelief, hung onto your back like a koala. 

“..I told you..I could…do it,” you answer through short breaths, lugging him up the front steps. “Yeah…remind me to never get you mad," he lowly mutters, resting his chin on top of your head. The vibration of his throat can be felt against the back of your head.

You’re both in front of his door now. “Bradley,” you whine. “I would never lay my hands on you.” 

“Okay? So who had me in that deadly headlock earlier?” He scoffs, still sour that you won the round with that move. 

You give his thighs a quick squeeze through the denim. “Okay? So who wanted to fight like WWE wrestlers in the first place?” You remark. 

Bradley blows air through his nose. “Whatever," he whispers under his breath. You don’t even have to see him to know he’s rolling his eyes too. 

“Whatever," you mock him, imitating his deep voice.

“Now let’s get you inside, princess,” you finally declare—putting an end to the bickering. You hoist him further up your back, and Bradley gladly lets you, despite his protests from earlier. 

While you remove one hand from him, searching for the keys in your pocket, Bradley moves to press a ‘sorry i’m being so stubborn’ kiss to your cheek. 

You smile, feeling him rest his cheek onto your shoulder next. “..Thank you for takin’ care of me babybear," he shyly mumbles in your ear.  

“What do you think you’re doing back there missy?” Bradley asks, eyes still trained onto the tablet in his hands. 

“Nothing..” you mutter, halting all movement. But there’s really no point–your hands are already half way up his back, lifting up the back of his shirt. You’d been slowly trying to slip off the cotton tee–since getting him hooked onto the romcom, How to lose a guy in 10 days. 

After strategically placing the device in his hands, it didn’t take long for Bradley to start making comments on how Matthew Mcconaughey’s character is a jerk for being annoyed by his girlfriend’s purposeful attempts of sabotaging their relationship. ‘Baby I’d so let you name my dick Princess Sofia if you wanted to–I don’t get this guy’s problem with it. He’s mad for no reason,’ he said.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that he’s most likely the only man on earth that would let that slide.

Bradley’s attention is momentarily pulled away from the movie dialogue, feeling you move your hands around to his stomach, playing with the pudge there. Bradley hadn't been on base recently, due to his ankle–so he hasn’t been keeping up with the extensive workouts that came with being an aviator either.

His abs were quickly replaced by a little pouch, which you loved. “Can I rub your back?” You ask, looking over his shoulder to see his reaction to the scene.

Bradley purses his lips, reading over the subtitles. “Is that why you’re tryna’ distract me with this?”

“Is it working?”

“Maybe.”

“So can I? Rub your back?” You ask again, pinching his belly, seeing that he’s fully absorbed with the movie's climax point now.

“Only for a few minutes...” he absently mumbles, not realizing how you easily coaxed him again. You let out a light laugh at the face he makes towards the screen, the two characters are currently in an intense argument, there’s a spout of harsh words being thrown back and forth—and it’s causing Bradley clear distress. 

You tug at the hem of his white tee, and Bradley swiftly pulls the shirt over his head, giving you free range with his naked back. The piece of fabric is quickly forgotten on the floor as he reaches for the tablet again, eager to see what happens next. 

You start by working out the knots located on his shoulder blades first. The way he instantly rolls back his shoulders, leaning into your touch, makes you smile. 

He doesn’t notice how much time has passed. You’ve been kneading his back in sections for more than just a few minutes at this point.

“Not there. A little higher please.”

“Look who’s enjoying himself,” you tease, kissing over the spot you just rubbed your thumb over.

Bradley frowns, dropping the tablet as the credits begin to roll. He reaches behind him, peeling your hands off his shoulders, now aware of how long you’ve been massaging him. “You spoil me,” he lets out a breath. 

He adjusts himself on the couch, so that he’s facing you now. Bradley wastes no time, reaching his hands under your shirt, swiping his calloused thumbs over your tummy. “Your turn,” he says, grinning down at you.

“Hey.” You squint at him. “You just want my shirt off.”

Bradley raises his eyebrows at you. “So you will take your shirt off?”

“I think the stache is okay now, honey.” Bradley tries to convince you again, making sure to not move his lips too much. 

You’re perched onto the bathroom counter, with him standing between your legs—Bradley’s hands are playing with the waist band of your shorts while you trim his grown out facial hair. 

After learning that his first day back to work is tomorrow, you were set on preparing him for the special day, as if he was going back to school–and not preparing to join in on a serious mission instead. 

“I want it to be perfect,” you coo, trying to line up the scissors to his mustache again. 

Bradley’s gaze drops down to the tongue that cutely sticks out your mouth, you’re razor focused. “Doesn’t have to be,” he lamely replies. 

“Yes it does,” you pout. “Wanna make it look just like your dad’s,” you settle, looking back down at Bradley’s phone on the counter. You made him pull up a picture of his father, so you could replicate the shape of the mustache onto his face. 

Bradley tries to match the smile his dad is sporting in the picture, hoping it’ll get you to see the resemblance in facial hair. He squeezes your hips with his large hands, wanting to hear approval from you.

“Nice try,” you detect his ploy with squinted eyes, grabbing his jaw. 

“It looks fine to me,” he retorts, shifting his view to the mirror behind you, checking himself out. 

You furrow your brows, noticing a stray hair you forgot to trim off. “Not yet.” You slip your fingers back into the scissors again, snipping off that one piece of hair. 

He replicates his dad’s smile at you again. “How do I look now?” 

“Pretty. Like a princess,” you answer, leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose. 

Bradley can’t help but to crinkle his nose, you kiss him so softly that it tickles the skin there. “Thank you for doing this for me,” his eyes soften, voicing his appreciation for you.

“I could spend the rest of my life doing this for you, if you just asked me to,” you answer honestly, sweetly smiling at him. 

Bradley just blinks at you in response. The rest of my life. The simple confession that slipped your mouth rings out in his head, making him feel dizzy. 

You start to play with the hairs of his mustache, brushing your fingers over the little bristles there, unaware of how your statement made Bradley feel like he got shot by cupid’s arrow. “I packed lunch for you by the way baby. Make sure to grab it before you leave tomorrow,” you remind him. 

“..Bradley?!” You’re alarmed—not by his silence—but by the way his skin suddenly flares up. He’s completely flushed all the way down to his neck, and his pupils are severely dilated. 

You panic, pressing your cold palms against the red splotches of his cheeks, holding his face in your hands—desperately trying to cool down the hot skin. “Hello? Earth to babygirl?” 

“What’s for lunch?” 

Bradley unwillingly scoots over, making room for Hangman to squeeze himself between him and Bob. “Nothing for you, if that’s what you’re asking.” Bradley grunts, defensively moving his lunch away from the blond. 

“What did she pack for you, babygirl?” The blond taunts, slapping a hand against Rooster’s back. 

Irritated by Hangman’s use of your pet-name for him, Bradley briefly gives him a look, before returning to his food, bringing an outstretched hand over his lunch box, obstructing Jake’s view of his meal for today.

Natasha coughs in her cup, pulling it away from her face. “Babygirl…? I thought she called you princes—”

“Protein wrap and strawberries cut into hearts.” Bradley abruptly announces, shoving the largest strawberry he could find into Phoenix’s already open mouth, shutting her up. 

She roughly swallows the massive piece of fruit, throat bobbing as it travels down to her stomach. “Hint taken,” she says through clenched teeth, elbowing Bradley’s side. But it doesn’t affect him at all, he barely moves at Phoenix’s rough jab. 

Everyone else at the table starts to snicker amongst themselves, reminded by the pet name they overheard you call him in the car awhile back.

“I think it’s sweet,” Bob speaks up, coming to Rooster’s defense, patting his mouth down with a napkin. 

Every pilot at the lunch table snap their heads to Bob, intrigued by his decision to join in on the conversation.

Bob clears his throat, trying his best to not mind everyone’s eyes on him. “It looks like she was careful enough to pack something healthy for him, plus it’s the correct portion size to fill someone of his stature too. My momma—she uh, always said making food for someone should be considered a love language in itself.” Rooster smiles at him appreciatively, in which Bob timidly returns the gesture. 

This had to be the most the quiet pilot has ever contributed to a conversation, and it causes a stir amongst everyone having their lunch break. Bob’s shared perspective makes everybody think to themselves—When was the last time someone packed them a lunch?

The rowdy table of aviators has fallen quiet, until Hangman decides to speak up first. 

“Hey so, you and your girl,” he starts. Across from him, Coyote is desperately trying to catch his best friend’s attention, making faces at him, begging him to stop his sentence there. 

“Have you guys thought about havin' a third?” 

At first, Rooster doesn’t react. He just absently looks ahead at Fanboy, who starts sweating bullets, as if he was the one who asked the question.

Everyone else at the table pretends to be busy, deciding to watch the scene unfold from the corner of their eye, silently chewing on their food. 

It’s spine chilling—the way Bradley starts to slowly twist his head to face Hangman. For a second, Natasha expects his head to spin all the way around, like the girl from the seventies horror film, The Exorcist.

“If I wasn’t freshly healed, I would mash you into Payback’s potato salad to the point no one could detect what chunk is Jacob Seresin and what chunk is a piece of potato,” he warns, coldly—causing Payback to drop his fork at the imagery.

"..So that's a no."

"It's a no." Bradley reiterates.

“Now where did you find a girl like her?” the familiar voice fills his ears.

Bradley knows exactly who it is, smiling to himself as Maverick slips onto the bar stool besides him. “Not sure, but I sure feel lucky.” 

“Two beers then?” Penny asks, seeing the two men wait together. 

Maverick nods, smiling politely at her before looking over to where Rooster has been staring off at. 

Across the bar, you’re laughing along with the rest of the team. Each person has a rose tucked behind their ears, which you individually placed. This is your first time meeting his team, and you wanted to make a good impression, bringing everyone a flower as a thank you for looking after Bradley when you’re not around. The scene makes Bradley’s chest warm. 

“She reminds me of dad.” Bradley quietly confesses, recalling the times his father brought his mother flowers to show his love. Bradley might be a carbon copy of his father physically, but you act more like Goose in every other way. 

If this was a couple years ago, this would’ve made Bradley feel sad. Back then, any mention or reminder of his parents made him itch in discomfort, it was a sore spot for him for awhile. But that was until you came into his life. 

You were unlike anyone Bradley’s ever dated. At first you were shy about it, not wanting to scare him away with the unusual way you took care of your partners. 

But after a while, he noticed that you began to buy him flowers at any occasion. You even made an effort to open the door for him instead, refusing to follow the rules of ladies first. And you insisted on driving the Bronco, convincing him that he deserves to be a passenger princess too. 

Bradley came to a quick understanding that you weren't doing it to people please, no. You did it simply because you felt like it, it was effortless the way you loved him. 

At first, it was strange for him, being looked after like that. Bradley wasn't used to receiving gentle treatment. But with time—he learned to love the dynamic of your relationship, because it reminded him of his parent’s marriage. You took care of him the way four year old Bradley remembered Goose took care of Carole. 

“Maybe he sent her your way, kid.” Maverick smiles, seeing the resemblance as you hook Hangman under the flap of your arm, messing up his perfectly combed hair.

And to their surprise, Hangman lets you do it, smiling ear to ear as everyone laughs harder, holding onto their stomachs. “I’m never the best at advice but,” Maverick chuckles. “..you should consider putting a ring on that, she’s special.” 

“I plan to.” Bradley confirms, reaching into his pocket, holding onto the fuzzy box, containing a engagement ring inside.

He could spend the rest of his life with you too.

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Chapter 34

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

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Words: 3807

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Namjoon held you close, gently cradling you against his chest as he allowed his scent to linger over you.

Your hair was soon covered in the packalpha's aroma, though he wasn't done yet, carefully looking over you to check if you were okay while he wasn't with you.

It was only natural for the packalpha. You were his omega; he and his packmembers are currently courting, and so it was very important for him that you were always safe and okay.

You were kept well taken care of when you spent your time with Jimin, and Namjoon was by no means worried that you wouldn't be by any of his packmates.

Though, as all of them felt, he too just needed to make sure you were always safe and well.

„Oppa, will we go see Y-Yuki now?” You asked, and your sweet and soft voice was pretty to the packalpha's ears. He couldn't help but smile widely, his dimples showing.

„Of course, sweetheart, hold alpha's hand and I'll take you.” He said gently, carefully setting you back down. He pecked the top of your head.

„Princess, stay with hyung, okay? Here, take this." Jimin smiled sweetly at you, caressing your cheeks before he leaned in, giving you a soft forehead kiss.

The alpha gave you his own credit card, pocketing his wallet quickly. Your eyes grew twice the size, but before you could protest, he carefully pocketed it into your jacket.

Running his chin over the top of your head one last time, you let Namjoon pull you back over to the elevator, the younger man waving until the doors fully closed.

The packalpha led you out gently, as you didn't travel all the way to the minus floor like you always did so far, instead ending at the ground floor.

His arm gently held you at your lower back, leading you over to the front, where a car was already waiting, the black, shiny vehicle looking a bit intimidating.

The windows were dark, so you couldn't look inside but only from within. The alpha took you to the doors, opening them for you before he ushered you inside.

He would be lying if he said that he wasn't worried when they would go to the public with you, especially before any announcements.

Of course, they made sure to wear their masks and tried to have you wear your mask too, if you weren't too against it, but still, there were people to be wary of.

Most army's were sweet, and Namjoon hoped that you wouldn't get too much backlash, but some sasaengs just caused troubles. And he didn't want you to fall into someone's trap.

„Here, little pup, alpha will do it..." He whispered sweetly, gently pushing your hands away when you went to reach for the seatbelt yourself, doing it for you.

With a satisfying click and the packalpha tugging on the safety precaution, he was satisfied, knowing that you were going to be safe.

He leaned closer, giving your forehead a little peck, smiling widely with his dimples showing. Namjoon then closed the car's doors and went over to the passenger seat.

The packalpha told the mall name to the driver; the man dressed professionally quickly nodded before he checked the mirrors, and you were off on your way.

You didn't recognise the personal driver; though, you realised well that he was a beta considering his smell. Namjoon struck up only a short conversion with him, the seemingly older man answering and humming.

The beta was obviously not there to talk to the packalpha, and the younger knew that well. But he also knew that if he would remind you, even unconsciously, of his presence, you would be calmer during the car drive.

„...sure, the winter is colder than it has been these past few years; is the car's temperature to your liking?” The older man asked, taking a short glance at the packalpha who sat next to him.

The driver was well trusted and has been working for them for the past 6 years or so, so he knew not to pay too much attention to anyone the packmembers were taking along the ride.

„I think it's okay, thank you. Do you have any of the radio stations for omegas?" Namjoon asked, taking a short glance to make sure you weren't shivering or anything like that.

You seemed content, looking out of the window abstinently as your fingers tightly gripped Jimin's card lying on your lap.

The driver frowned slightly, the car coming to a stop as there was a red light before you. He switched on the interactive screen, clicking through the few things available.

He wasn't used to the alphas requesting any podcasts or radios; they enjoyed listening to music if anything, and so the beta didn't have any of the desired stations available.

„Unfortunately, no, sir, I apologize.” He murmured, sighing slightly. Namjoon frowned a little. Surely the driver realised well that you were an omega in need of proper care.

„'s alright.” He murmured, hopeful that you wouldn't grow too anxious and worried over the unknown man's scent.

The drive was luckily quite short, and as you started to get more and more bored and thought you were too scared of the beta to speak with Namjoon, the vehicle pulled up to the front of the mall.

The packalpha exited first, coming over to your side before he opened the doors for you, undid your seatbelt, and carefully picked you up to his chest.

„There, my pup. All safe now, hm? Let's go, so they don't have to wait much longer." He mumbled towards the end, taking a short glance at his expensive watch.

You were both on time; but Namjoon expected them to be there already, considering the omega's excitement.

And so the car drove off, after the alpha told the man that he didn't have to wait up and that he would let him know when you would be leaving.'

With that, the packalpha held you to his chest for a little while longer before he let you down again, making sure to scent you well before you would be out of his arms.

„Come on, pup, take alpha's hand, baby." He said it softly, his palm engulfing yours as he gently started to pull you along.

It wasn't the busiest, but there were quite a few people, and while Namjoon wore his face mask, you didn't.

Though nothing wrong happened, the alpha led you through the long halfway with many stores on each side of it, the exact same way Jungkook pulled you along last time.

Thinking about the alphas reminded you of the rest of the packmembers. Would they be home when you came back? You missed them.

You couldn't help yourself, gently tugging on Namjoon's arm, having the packalpha turn back to face you right away, his eyes darting around as if to check for any disturbance.

He pulled you close right away, stopping at his tracks, his hands taking your soft cheeks between his. „Pup? What's wrong? Tell alpha...” 

Namjoon couldn't really help himself, getting worried quite possibly over nothing, the man slightly bending to see you better. He pulled you closer, suddenly wary of the people around you.

„Will oth-ers be h-home when we come back?” You whispered softly, your hands tightly grasping his. The packalpha felt relief wash over himself, the man sighing out.

He cooed loudly, pulling you closer for a sweet hug. Namjoon pecked the top of your head repeatedly, rubbing his chin and cheek over the top of your head.

„Aigoo, sweetheart... I'm not sure; it depends on when we come home. Do you want me to tell other alphas that their little 'mega wants to see them, pup?

You shrugged your shoulders, making the man smile widely. He held you for a few more seconds before you started the small way over to the art store, looking for the pair you were meant to meet.

When Yuki saw you, the young omega jumped in excitement, pulling onto the older and more calm beta, trying to rush over and greet you.

Moonsik didn't loosen his grip, keeping his packmate close and safe and patiently reminding the younger that you would be there soon.

And you were, as your own excitement spiked up, and so suddenly it was you pulling Namjoon along, the alpha chuckling at how eager you were to finish the last few meters.

„Y/N! I missed you so much!” The omegaboy gasped, finally being released from the beta's protective grip, having him bounce over and tightly hug you.

Moonsik was a beta, so he was naturally much calmer and easiergoing than the young omega, which didn't mean the boy's energy was a bad thing—that was absolutely not true.

Though the older man realised well that the energy he had hidden away in his soul could sometimes spook and shock, considering he was an omega, which were usually a bit meek and shy.

Omegas would only open up later after meeting and might get used to their pack only after a long time, which was to be respected.

And the beta understood that well. While Yuki was in his eyes adorable and sweet, to some he could come off as overbearing and just too much.

It would certainly not be the first day the little omega would come crying to him about losing a seemingly close online friend after meeting them in real life.

Sometimes, things were tough for him and his pack, but even after rearrangements in their lives, Yuki, Moonsik, and Juwon, their pack's alpha, were healthy and happy.

Still, Moonsik was protective and caring, and he didn't really like the thought of Yuki going somewhere fully on his own. He would just worry about the possibilities of danger.

Sometimes, the beta might get even more unreasonably protective, for example, too worried to let the small omega walk completely on his own in the mall today.

He would always hold his hand and make sure he wouldn't lose him. Yuki might get excited over something, run over, trip, and fall on the way, and Moonsik definitely didn't want to worry about any scratches and tears.

You hugged the omega tightly, his scent sweet to your nose. Namjoon let go of your hand to greet the beta, striking up a calm conversation right away as you spoke to Yuki.

„...we have to go there; you'll love it!” The young boy gushed, shaking both of your hands excitedly, looking over his shoulder for his packmate.

„Hyungie? Can we go see the boutique upstairs, pretty please?” Moonsik looked over the both of you, quietly stepping closer, and your alpha was looking too.

„I mean, does Y/N want to go?” He asked gently, not wanting to drag you somewhere only for you to not even wish to be there.

You nodded a little, not sure about the brand he was really talking about, but nonetheless, you wouldn't mind.

„Okay then, let's go.” The beta smiled sweetly, ruffling up Yuki's hair before he had the younger boy hold his hand. Namjoon quickly came over to follow suit.

„Here, pup, alpha will go with you for now." He spoke sweetly. The packalpha wasn't sure how much you wanted to go on your own or truly wish to have him stay by your side.

He wanted to check out the new reading café anyway, and maybe when you'll feel comfortable enough with Moonsik and Yuki, he could wait there for you a bit and maybe check on you from time to time.

Namjoon held you close, smiling softly at you as you travelled up the escalators. The other omega was currently very vividly talking to you about the newest drama happening between two actresses.

The beta led the way, taking your small group over to a brightly signed clothing store. The packmembers didn't usually shop at cheaper stores nowadays, but from time to time they would mingle in to look over the newest items.

„Let's look at the hoodies!” The boy exclaimed, as he has already let you know about the creative and unusual design of their graphic t-shirts and jumpers.

And so you followed, Namjoon sweetly walking by your side. Yuki brought you deeper into the store. It wasn't full, but neither was it empty.

The boutique carried more trendy styles for younger adults, but it was quite well lit and clean, and you didn't mind it one bit.

A lot of the time, less expensive stores would be very scented—and not in a good way. It would be too much for you sometimes.

Of course, it was practically impossible for the lower-ranking retailers to be able to have the store constantly changing and cleaning its air, so it was scentless, but it got uncomfortable for you from time to time.

This store, which seemed to be one of the omega's favourites, didn't carry a scent, and you already noticed quite a few of the little 'O's on the tags, marking the fabric as okay for omegas to wear.

If that were the case, the price would naturally be hiked up, but there were much more expensive stores for omegas to be able to shop at.

The boy pulled out a hoodie from the rack, the cream-coloured plush having little colourful stars all over it. It reminded you of the little, fuzzy black monsters from that one Ghibli film, but you couldn't remember the name.

„Look, Y/N, it's really fuzzy!” He gasped, petting the soft material. You reached over too, nodding approvingly at how comfortable it was.

Though, even when you all stood in the 'Suitable for Omegas' section, the insider lining that Moonsik quickly reached to check was in fact not as comfortable.

„Baby, look at other ones, hm? Hyung will go look too." He said gently, checking if Yuki would be truly okay to stay with you and Namjoon, but as the omega seemed well distracted with showing you the different styles, the beta wasn't too worried.

He wouldn't go too far, choosing to stay very close in case of need. Namjoon held your hand securely the whole time, he himself browsed through a few of the racks.

Maybe if he looked close enough, something you would like would appear. He made sure to check the material well, and on the little tags too.

The packalpha knew that many of the synthetic fabrics could turn itchy and be unsafe for your sensitive skin, and he didn't want you to wear something that wouldn't do you any good.

And so he looked over every detail, usually thinking that something would be too thin and you might grow cold, or that it was itchy, or maybe that the print wasn't nice.

Though, as Namjoon would sometimes be cutely pulled along by you unconsciously, Yuki showed you the different stuff over time, and he found a hoodie he thought you might like.

„Pup? Sweetheart, look what alpha found, my baby; do you like it?” He asked you gently, showing you the pink jumper.

It was soft pink, with the 'strawberry shortcake' show print. It looked adorable, the packalpha thought, and he could already imagine you wearing it.

And he knew he chose something you liked; when your eyes shone a little, and a soft smile appeared. He himself smiled widely, his dimples showing.

„It's really nice, oppa." You whispered softly, gently touching the fabric.

„It is. Do you want it, little 'mega?" He asked you sweetly, his eyes gentle and caring as he looked over your form, one hand still holding yours.

Just as you went to say you weren't sure if this was okay to get, noticing the price tag, you were interrupted. You knew that the packalphas did splurge quite a bit on you already, but you didn't really notice the prices back then.

You were reminded again of how much you used to pay for a hoodie like that, and knowing that this would be far too expensive for you a month or so ago worried you a little.

To be honest though, none of the hoodies you had before didn't give you a rash, or have you fall sick soon after buying them, as they weren't intended for omegas.

„It's adorable!” Yuki gasped, turning from where Moonsik placed the long sleeve he liked into the basket, his attention on you. The beta looked up too, smiling softly.

„It would suit you, for sure.” The kind beta said, noticing that you might be a bit too timid to really voice your wants.

That was okay; you would get better and better at telling people about your wishes and needs, and they would help and support you along the way.

You looked back over to the packalpha, your eyes hopeful. He couldn't help but smile even wider, quickly leaning over to let his chin rub up against your hair.

„Of course, little pup, Alpha will get it for you.” He understood your silent plea, and so he slung the fabric over his forearm and let you lead him behind yourself, going a bit further into the store.

As you came over to the more usual and basics section where the beta needed to go after telling you all a little story about the omega's accident, much to the annoyance of the younger.

Yuki apparently wanted to surprise Moonsik and Juwon not too long ago with a pumpkin pie he would make himself.

Usually, it was either the alpha or the beta cooking, and so the youngest wasn't that skilled, but he tried his best, and the omega was praised profusely by the beta.

Unfortunately, since the omega likes to wear their clothes so much because their smell is practically imbedded in them, he wore Moonsik's sweatshirt and sweatpants set.

And while baking, he got quite messy and spilled a bunch of the filling over himself, and since he couldn't tie the apron by himself, the matching set got it all over.

To be truthful, he tried to tie it many times, but it would always come undone in a short while since he couldn't tighten it well, and so he just didn't wear it in the end, but it was still an unfortune.

The beta wasn't angry back when it happened; he thought he was a bit sad, since it was for the new set he had bought for himself.

The stain couldn't be removed even after numerous tries, and so when the omega started softly crying after taking out the freshly washed clothes that he rushed to clean before either of his packmates would come back home, the beta prioritised his packmate over the clothing.

Yuki got a light scolding from Juwon, though, and soon after, they bought the youngest an apron just for himself that was easier to put on when he would be on his own.

Moonsik chose a darker-coloured set this time, teasing Yuki that he might have to choose the dark brown, almost orange one, so any stains wouldn't be visible.

You giggled at the omega's soft whines, having fun. There was quite a selection of different hoodies, sparking a little idea in your mind.

The off-white one caught your attention, and so as you tried to reach for it, Namjoon quickly helped, handing it to you.

You thanked him softly, only having the man mumble about how he would always be there to help his sweetest omega as you looked over the fabric.

It was the right size too, and so you concluded that this would be perfect, and luckily, without the packalpha asking if that's the size you preferred, considering that the strawberry hoodie was much smaller, he paid for them both, smiling softly at you.

With the beta and omega having one bag held by the older, Namjoon softly held you for a little while, happy to have you close.

„Where would you like to go next, hm?” He asked you gently, crouching a little bit to see you better. He noticed how the jacket's zipper has been a bit undone, sweetly doing it all the way up.

You weren't sure about all the stores in the mall, but you knew that you really wanted to go see that music store you didn't get to go to last time.

„M-music store?” You asked unsurely, looking at the packalpha and a small glance at the beta and omega too.

Namjoon could only smile widely. You were his little muse by now already, and he could already imagine getting inspired by you whenever he would struggle with songwriting.

Maybe, if you would like to, you could make a song with him too? He could already see it before himself: a sweet day spent with just you and him, maybe when the other pack members would be too busy.

He would let himself and you sleep that day in the den, but he would make sure to get up first to prepare you a nice breakfast, and if you would like to, you could eat in the bed too.

Oh yeah, he would like that so much, having your cutely, still half asleep state in the bed between the ruffled-up sheets as he would feed you a bite after bite, scenting you profusely in between.

And when you would both be ready to start your day, he might take you on a short bike ride. That reminded him: Would you like to go sometimes? He would have to browse the internet for some smaller bikes soon if you would...

And you would ride along the Han River, and after a bit, when you would get tired, you would take a short stop somewhere and sit on the grass.

Namjoon would then let you rest on his lap and have you drink so you would hydrate well. Once you catch your breath, you will both be on your way again, taking a few photos, with the alpha setting one as his lockscreen wallpaper.

Once you would both be home again, he could try and prepare you little snacks—nothing too filling—so you could eat numerous times of the day and not have a sudden, too heavy stomach.

And he would take you to his studio and have you sit pretty, perched on his lap, as he would start a new song or maybe talk with you about your opinions on his new upcoming album.

And if you would get bored or tired, that would be all okay with the packalpha; he would let you just sweetly rest against him in full content, maybe nap a few times.

The packalpha would then scent you profusely and have you safe in his arms, running his fingers through your hair whenever your dreams would be too unsettled.

And his words would be sweet and caring, gently shushing you:

„Sh-Sh-sh little pup, don't worry, not sweetheart... Alpha is here, and you are safe, hm? You're alpha's little 'mega pup, aren't you? Alpha loves you. Lots and lots."

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[tonixe]

THE OUTSIDERS BOYS WITH A GF THATS A SOC

n.o.t.e.s - Ngl there so daddy asf.

w.a.r.n - fluff, some nsfw mention, violence, blood, etc.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - various!outsiders x fem!soc reader

w.c. - 1.3k

Dally

• Dally would have probably met you when you were in one of the movie drive-bys yourself, he probably would trouble you, by making some lewd comments or annoying, just for you to slap him.

• if you thought he would stop pursuing you after the slap, he would just bother you having more interest in you, some how you guys bump into each other in school or in the nearest mom-and-pop store

• You couldn't lie, you fell for him when he was near, and he also fell in love with you too. Soon Dally asked you on a date.

• Dally wouldn't care if you were Soc, he was still with you, even if you he was threatened by one of the other Socs boys. You always dismissed the matter, especially if it was by your ex-boyfriend.

• Lowkey I feel Dally would be obsessed with you, basically in love with everything about you. He loves affection from you.

• He would love pda just showing you off to the other boys in his group, flaunting you.

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• Dally would be a top; he would be hella obsess wit you.

• He would love rough sex and lowkey be into vanilla sex too. If he is down bad/horny, he would just throw you over his shoulder, taking you to his face. If you were talking to your friend, who was really horny, he would just scoop you up.

• He like getting his dick sucked; don't even argue with me.

• He would lowkey have a breeding kink, and I know he loves to see you with lingerie; he even loves you better without anything on.

Ponyboy

• He would meet you at school in one of his accelerate classes, sitting next to him, which was a shock to everyone in the class and him.

• You don't seem to care if he was a greaser, just wanting to know him better.

• Slowing he started falling in love with you, as instead of spending time in class, he would just stare at you from the side. Before you caught him, making him flustered turning red hue.

• But you fell in love with him too, Ponyboy would be intimidated by the other Socs in his class after you guys started dating, but you would stand up for Ponyboy thoughts against them, bluntly cursing them off.

• Ponyboy would treat you like a total goddess, helping you do everything.

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• Very vanilla; he would still be a virgin.

• It would be awkward since you were still a virgin too. Ponyboy would love to eat you out🥰; he would also love to get his dick sucked.

• He is probably non-experience, so you have to teach him everything, even though it is quite embarrassing.

Sodapop

• Sodapop would first meet you at the gas station where he worked, as you were pulling up your white sleek corvette. Sodapop would be introns with your beauty.

• He just started pumping gas into your car, momentarily giving you glances when he gave you the car, making you giggle at his action.

• But you couldn't lie that you weren't attractive to Sodapop, but you would usually visit the station daily, acting like you needed gas just for him to pump your gas, but soon you soda pop offer you to go on a date, and you agreed.

• Sodapop would love to be around you and treat you like a queen, he would probably dream to have a family with you, when he has enough money, just a house with you and him with your children.

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• SODAPOP IS EXPERIENCED.

• He would love to eat you out; I know this mf would to be into any sex with you. He would love to have rough sex, soft sex and vanilla too.

• SODAPOP WOULD HAVE A BREEDING KINK, ALWAYS DREAMING OF HAVING A FAMILY WITH YOU. He would love to see you with stockings; literally, make him so horny sm.

• Gives you hickies, like everywhere. like trying to cover them up would be so hard, like they're fucking everywhere.

Darry

• Darry would have first met you at one of the jobs he worked at, you were the first to flirt with him daily, and daily. Visiting him often.

• Soon Darry started getting feeling for but you were the first one to offer to get him a date.

• Darry wouldn't care if your Socs would probably treat you like a normal person.

• Darry wouldn't be intimidated by other Socs seeing you and him together, he's a machine, and his presence would probably scare him away.

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• I already know Darry has a size kink; just look at him. I know HE LOVE TO GET HIS DICK SUCKED, IK IT'S SO BIG TOO.

• I imagine when he fucking the shit out of you, his dick would just be too big, literally bulging out your stomach like omfg. He would have a breeding kink too, literally him filling up with his cum.

• He loves rough sex, fucking the shit out of you after work.

Johnny

• Johnny would be scared of you being a Soc, he would always move away from you, while you tried to learn more about.

• You manage to find him behind the football bleacher by himself, he was scared out of his mind, but you manage to learn about him, but once you smiled at Johnny, He felt little less jumpy when you come, but in private.

• You would be johnny's bodyguard with the other Socs in school, standing up for him and cursing some of the soc boys.

• Johnny would like affection from you like cuddling or comforting him when his parents fight, but you would be his emotion support when he's down.

• Soon Johnny would offer you a date, and you guys started dating. Johnny would treat you wonderfully, though he doesn't have the same finance level as you he would craft things or get flowers for you.

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• Vanillia, he just vanillia.

• He would be a sub, also a virgin like ponyboy.

• He would be hesitant for having his first time with you, has no experience.

Steve

• You guys met in the gas station he met, just like Sodapop. You got his attention with your friendly personality, smiling at him while you asked for gas.

• Steve would not give a shit if you were a soc; even if any of the soc boys tried to flirt with you, he would just threaten them with his switchblade.

• Steve would be protective of you, always holding your hand and helping you with your books in school.

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• He would fuck the shit out, rough sex, hell yes.

• He loves eating you out, eating you out like it his last meal.

• He def kinky asf, like look at him.

Two Bit

• You met two bit while he was shoplifting at one of the random stores, catching him stealing, and immediately scolded him, but while you were doing that He managed to slip some of the items in your purse, as you guys got caught. Leading to you guy getting kicked out of the store.

• two bit thought it was funny, but you didn't, yelling at him, just like Dally, just making him pursue you more, as he caught you in school and stores shopping.

• He would always annoy you and try to flirt with you, but soon you caught feelings for his annoying behavior, seeing his face 24 hours a time.

• But soon, he picked you up with a date, and you surprisingly agreed.

• Two-bit wouldn't care if you were a soc or greaser; he would just love you for who you were.

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• Rough? Yes.

• fucking the shit out of you, when he gets back from work.

• HE LOVES GIVING YOU HICKIES, JUST MARKING YOU.

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GITJ Post 394: Cat n Mouse, p5

Melissa had been fucking her boss, standing with legs spread by the sliding glass doors of the great room in her mother’s house, holding his limp, 79 pound body by nothing but his cock. Using her internal muscles to keep him suspended up above the ground she’d made him come with her, in spades. Dr J had utterly exhausted himself and was now lying limply in her arms. 

The dining room table lay halfway across the room. In its path through the air to where it now rested, it had broken her mom’s favorite Iranian vase. And some hanging lamps, a curio table. And the wall. 

She'd thrown the massive, nearly thousand-pound table like it was a child’s toy. 

But now, as she held him tenderly, stretched across her strong arms like a babe, the devastation on the other side of the room went unacknowledged. She cradled him. Her muscles still dominated him, cocooning him in her power and post-workout bulk, but, in the pleasant afterglow, they had already begun to soften. Her more womanly curves returning. 

Her voice - lovely in its own way - hummed to him, relaxing him as she swayed him back and forth. She watched as his eyes started to flutter, and, without a thought, she released some pheromones to help keep him awake for her, at least for a little while. I wanna snuggle.

Some 0001.55.6677.xc, a dash of 0001.55.6009.xx and, haha why not, a little 0001.55.6344.gf as well.

”y-you’re not getting tired?” he asked, pulled up against her, bare but not shivering, warmed by her likewise naked body. He’d been exhausted, but now he just felt…relaxed. Unsuprisingly, aAfter only a few minutes past his last climax, he was starting to become aroused again, aided by the indulgences of her body and fully exposed to her bare skin and firm nipples against his side. All strength, whatever meager amount there’d been, began to leave him and he slumped entirely in her embrace.  

Tired? Me? That doesn’t happen anymore. Melissa giggled. ”No, I could do this all night.” She giggled again, and brought her nose down to nuzzle his. “Oh my god you’re so cute,” she mused, “so cute.”

She had begun to notice - now that their lovemaking was over, and that her mania had mostly faded - a strange tingling inside herself. Familiar, but more intense than she’d felt in the past. It wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, if she closed her eyes and let herself bask in it for a moment…it was delicious. She knew it, she’d known this before. Someone, somewhere was jerking off to her. And not just someone…but lots of someones. She’d gotten this feeling many times, whenever she put up a new Instagram post. It was funny to her. Like clockwork, a new photo could bring about the tingles. She didn’t really know what they meant, but it kind of amused her to feel the devotion of all of her little followers doing whatever it was they were doing to themselves. But now, wow. This was a lot. What was going on? What could be bringing it o-

Oh, wait haha. I think I know. Tonight was the night of-

Melissa was brought back from her reverie by Jay's adorably timid voice. He’d begun stroking her big arm, her right one, her bicep, and he could no longer hold back his praise.

”I…I can’t believe how big you are,” he said dreamily. The awe and wonderment in his words? Poetry to her.

”haha yeah,” she replied. Despite the pride she felt, an uncharacteristic, almost demure modesty warmed her response. “And it’s all for you, sweetie. All for you.”

He flushed. Her attentions were strong, overwhelming at times. He’d never had a woman this into him before. With anyone else, it might have been scary. Well, sometimes it was scary. He’d heard the stories of the crazy girlfriends, and having one that could bench press a car could be understandably troubling. Melissa, though, was just so…beautiful. Maybe too beautiful. It made it hard to let these anxieties scare away his feelings for her, like she was worth ignoring all the red flags in the world. She just kinda made it hard to think straight sometimes. Was he blinded by his feelings? Perhaps, yes - but ignorance is bliss, right? And in moments like these the worries just seemed so unimportant.

A crash, as something toppled in the mess across the room. A plume of plaster dust blossomed into the air. It fazed neither of them. They were lost in this private, tender moment.

Juices, his and hers, still dripped out from between her thighs. Her mighty leg muscles flexed as she lazily walked them both around the room, away from the destruction. She was getting antsy again; he was growing. His member’s tumescence was starting to return and she was having a little trouble ignoring it.

Give the poor boy a minute, Missy!

“So, you train every day?” he asked, recalling her trip to the basement earlier this evening as he continued  stroking her hyper developed bicep. He’d never, ever been with someone so…physically incredible. So powerfully strong. Compared to his own body, hers was titanic.

“Pffft me downstairs, tonight?” she scoffed, playfully, “That wasn’t ‘training’. That was me just trying to, I dunno, work off some anxiety. I haven’t really trained in a long time.”

Jay cocked an eyebrow. That was a little confusing to him. “What do you do when you go to the gym? You and the girls are members of that one down the road, right? You don't work out?”

“The gym? Oh, haha, well that’s more like entertainment,” she answered, appreciating his interest in her and her routines, “I don’t go there that often really. I go to Evolution more. They have…bigger weights.”

“You mean the headquarters? Evolution?” he probed. He felt, here in this moment, an openness between them. Maybe he could, like, unearth a little more about her, or at least find out some about her connection to the pharmaceutical company that was bankrolling the study and, well, everything out about the practice.  “You train there?”

“Yes. Well, it’s more like a check-up than training, really,” she said. She was being refreshingly a bit more honest with him, but she was still watching her words, “The doctors want to keep track of my abilities. Track how much I can, like, lift. And other things.I don't really do it a lot, but it does help me get stronger, I think.”

His heart skipped a beat, with a feeling he didn’t recognize. What are these…’other things’? “C-can I ask…what exactly is happening to you?”

Oh, god. I want to tell him so bad, she groaned, silently, He deserves it, he really deserves to know. She struggled to control her breathing and heartbeat, knowing he’d be able to feel it all through her chest. She was excited not only at the prospect of telling him everything, but showing him everything. He’d only, really, had a small sampling of what she could do. If she were to tell him what she was, show him her new talents and gifts, and explain to him what she was becoming…well, just the look on his face would be priceless. As she considered it her legs, and the area in-between them, started to warm.

I have to give him a little.

“Well,” she began, “I’m not like other girls…”

“That, I know…” he chuckled, stroking her arm, glancing at the enormous breasts squashed up against his body.

She laughed too, soaking in the appreciation he had for her figure. “Yeah, but I’m, like, really not like other girls,” she started again, looking down on him, feeling the love she had for him unlocking doors, opening windows. She was glad there weren’t any cameras here, in her mother’s house (there weren’t, were there?), because she knew there would be people who wouldn’t appreciate her, uh, candor. “I’m - and this is gonna sound stupid - kinda special. Ever since I was a little girl. I’m made different. They’ve known it, my mom at least always has...”

“S-special?” he blinked, looking up at her.

“Yeah, like…things come easy for me,” she continued, “My body is able to, uh, adapt. Really, really quickly, to things I need it to do. They call it - and, uggh, sorry, I don’t always get this right - ‘Reactive Self Adapt-station’”

“‘Adaptation’?” he spoke, correcting what he thought was-

“Yes! ‘Adaptation’! That’s it, ‘Reactive Self Adaptation’, that’s what I can do.”

The furrow in his brow was sooo cute. He was mulling it over, trying to figure it out. He was so smart, he’d for sure know what it meant.

“So, like, what?” he asked, “If you need to get stronger, you get…”

“Like, really strong. Really fast.” Her response came quickly. 

“And if you need to get taller, you get-”

“Yeah, REALLY tall,” she finished, “yeah, that’s why they think I’m growing, now, shooting up.” He’s getting it!

“And, uh, wh-why do you need to be, like, really tall, and…?”

“And strong? Because you like it,” she answered, plain as day, “I started getting tall, I started growing my huge boobs even huger first because it helped me get this job, and then, well…because I liked you. And it was obvious you liked them. You liked big boobs and you liked…tall girls.”

<gulp> Jay felt exposed, not just from being stark naked.

“And if I was going to get your attention, make you my boyfriend, well…”

She pushed her chest into him.

“...these helped. And so does the hair, and the legs and the butt and all…this.”

He flushed with embarrassment, but - she noticed haha - he didn’t deny a single word. When he did finally speak, it was apologetic. “S-s-sorry…” he stammered, with his head down as if he was asking forgiveness for the entire male race. 

Good.

“Oh don’t be sorry you can’t help it,” she giggled. The precious little nervousness in his voice, his embarrassed expression was beginning to get to her. She was starting to feel naughty again. More and more tingles, throughout all this, had also been coming. They all like it, they like what they’re seeing apparently, all the little gobs. 

Melissa turned her attention back on Jay with new intent. “So, you like when I use my…abilities on you? My…’woman’s charms’?” she asked, her voice once again growing husky as she made sure to push her bust firmly into him.

Jay hesitated, but only for a moment before his honesty took over. ”Y-y-yes,” he answered.

He had no reason, she knew, to deny his attraction to her. She liked that he seemed fascinated, too, with what made her special. She was glad she’d opened up to him a bit, and told him what she could, for now. She was hoping that - with a little time - she could get him to go beyond just a sense of fascination, and he’d come to her with some of the same feelings that her little men down in the basement were growing. Nnnnngghhh oh god, Missssy, stopppp….

That could be for later, later, later. For now…

“What do you like best? My stompy feet? My Big Bossy voice?” she asked playfully, “Besides my boobs, of course. They’re my biggest superpower.”

He flushed.. 

“Seriously, what do you want me to use on you?” I’m not going to tell him I’m starting to be able to read his mind, she decided, That’ll freak him out haha. “You have an almost full-blown supergirl here…”

This time, he didn’t hesitate for long. ” Will you please…kiss me again?” he asked, his voice and eyes and face tremulous, “Like you did before?”

“When I…sucked all the air out of you” she asked, cocking her head in curiosity. That's a surprise. “Is that what you want me to do again?”

”Yeah, well, more like…” His chest trembled. “wh-when you, uh…when you breathed for me.”

Oh god, that made her shudder. ”omigod okay.” 

The feeling of her lips, suddenly on his, was sublime. She’d gathered him up towards herself, brought him in for a kiss as she held him in her arms, and then put her mouth on his. Her lips, so much bigger than his, easily wrapped around his mouth, and her tongue found unchecked access into it. He’d opened for her, he wanted her in there, and his surrender made her groan. And so she kissed him, forcing herself in deep and causing him to tense up and shiver in her arms before immediately melting again in her embrace. Their tongues slid against one another, hers pushing his back and forth, up onto his palate or down into the floor of his jaw. They played, but it was clear in their kiss who wore the pants, who was in charge. She dominated him. She’d pushed herself in hard enough so that the side of her mouth pushed up against his nose, and with just a little adjustment she now had it blocked completely.

He began to tremble, anticipating that feeling again. It wasn’t just his lips or mouth or even his whole face that were made to vibrate but the sensation radiated throughout his whole body, from head-to-toe. He quickly couldn’t breathe, and yet in that sensation, in that terrifying vulnerability, he began to feel pleasure. He felt his limbs losing their strength, and if his hands hadn’t once again found sanctuary on her breasts they might have fallen limply to his side. The pleasure from the kiss was so intense that he didn’t notice himself beginning to sweat as his body sought oxygen. Even the pain and burning from his lungs was muted, overwhelmed by the rapture of the moment until it began to build, and build, and build. He thought to pull away, when his peripheral vision began to flicker with stars,  but then he felt something sweet and powerful flow into him.

Oxygen, suddenly, was being pushed into his lungs and surged throughout his body. It revitalized him, freed him from the pain, and filled him with life. His vision began to clear and the pins and needles in his fingers and toes disappeared. His fear abated, and a new fear replaced it: the thought that the kiss might end. But it didn’t.

Melissa waited for his body to start to recover, her mouth still clamped over his. Though she didn’t fully understand how it all worked, she knew his body needed time, a moment. She was letting his blood take in the oxygen she’d given him from her lungs and replace it with carbon dioxide. She could sense when she needed to draw it out, and once again, she drew his breath from him, taking  it into her own lungs. She felt the air inside her chest changing. What her body was doing with the carbon she wasn’t certain, but it didn’t worry her. In fact, she fought back a smile as she waited for her partner to be ready, so she could breathe into him once again. 

He squirmed. Just the feeling of this new air of hers flowing into him was like taking her inside himself. He was letting her in, letting her become part of him. When he breathed out again, she let him wait, wait, wait, letting him know that it was on her accord, that it was by her mercy that he was able to breathe. She breathed into him again, with air sweeter and richer than anywhere on earth, and she felt his body shudder again in delight. He opened his body for her, and she went in, and out. Air in, and air out. In, and out. Huge lungfuls into him, and then huge lungfuls out.

She was fucking him with her lungs, and it was making her so wet.

How long had they maintained the kiss? He didn’t know but when her lips finally left every part of him tingled, and not for lack of air. Rather, quite the opposite. He didn’t need to draw deep breaths, he felt as if he barely needed to breathe at all. She’d given him what he needed. She’d super-saturated his cells with something better than the earth’s air. 

He wasn’t certain what to say; he wasn't certain he could speak.. He looked up at her, to her lips, and found them parted into a warm, brilliant smile. 

“See, sweetie? I can breathe better for you than you can for yourself,” she said.

He knew what he wanted to say. He wanted to collapse, submit himself entirely to her control. He wanted to tell her: ‘yes, please, let your lungs breathe for me. Let your heart beat for me. Do everything for me. Take away all my problems, fill me back up with yourself.’

She felt his longings, but knew that him submitting to them would take strength, strength she knew that he didn’t have. He wasn’t strong enough yet to shed everything he’d known, everything he’d been taught, everything he’d become through his however-old-he-was years on this earth. He would, though, allow himself to be taken along for the ride and maybe, along the way, she could help him find that strength.

“Jay, baby, honey,” she began, her own eyes welling up with the love she had, “you’ve taught me a lot, so much. I was always told, always taught that boys, guys, men were…weak. My mother made me see men as, like…less than human, more like objects. She told me that only women had the strength needed to…to…”

He knew what she wanted to say. Her words were failing her but it was the mantra that - unspoken as it may be - was permeating everything, changing society. She wanted to say that it was only women, superior women, who had the strength to rule the world. But, strangely, in that moment it made her feel bad, like she’d be gloating. Hadn’t he been through enough? Didn’t he deserve a little tender ignorance?

But they both knew it was fucking true. No one really needed to say it. Women were in charge.

“But I love you. I love you more than I could ever love a thing, an object, or, like, a pet,” she finally spoke, “You’ve shown me…so much. You’re so much more than my mother ever told me a man could be. And we’re perfect together.” She watched his face, read every twitch and tingle of his thoughts and emotions. “We belong together, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Except you’re a small piece and I’m the…” She stopped, paused, giggled. “I’m the really big piece. And you just…fit. Right into me.”

“Oh, my god, Melissa,” he quavered, gathering something.

”Yes, sweetie?” She cocked her head, unsure of what he was going to say. Was he going to lash out?

“I l-love you so much,” he said.

Her heart, she felt, might burst from her chest. “Oh my god honey I love you too.” She was sure he could hear her mighty heart beat, that he could feel it quake his bones. It was a behemoth, bigger she felt than anything else about her and its thunder, now, would shake the earth.

It was time. She needed to ask him. She drew a deep breath. 

“Jay, sweetie, you’ve started to see all these things my body can do. But will you…” she began, looking right into his eyes, “let me…do things to you? So I can…protect you better?”

He paused, taken aback. “w-what do you mean - ‘do things to me’?” he asked, tremulously, “Wh-what are you asking?”

She knew she needed to be gentle, careful. She could force it, but it wouldn’t feel right. It would only be right, really right, if he asked for it himself. She continued on.

“Like, you’ve seen it,” she began, “Like I’ve told you. I’ve been working on myself, changing, growing, so I can be a better office manager. So I can be a better girlfriend, a better protector for you. I’ve been doing it all for you.”

She knew he was confused. He didn't know what to think. It all maybe still sounded cryptic, and she maybe sounded crazy, but she needed to ask him this. “I’ve been working on myself, a lot. But…will you let me work on you, too?  So I can do what's best for you?”

“Uhhh…” 

She could tell he wasn’t sure if he liked the idea of that. “Maybe that sounded a little bossy haha,” she giggled, “But…I am the boss, right?”

“Ummm…”

“C’mon…” she urged playfully, “You know I can make you a better man.”

He paused, not wanting to disappoint her or deny her something she really wanted to do, but he also didn’t want to commit to something when he wasn’t one hundred percent sure what she was asking. “You mean like…self-improvement?”

“Sure yeah kinda sorta,” she giggled, “I can help make it so we can have more fun? Do more of what you like?” 

“Like..?”

“Like, well….kinda like this-”

Suddenly, a huge wave of pheromones exploded from her bare flesh and skin and - just as suddenly, with one breath - he was hard. Beyond hard, he was quivering again. She’d not only taken control of his body and caused him to become piercingly aroused, erect as a pole, but she’d forced her will into his mind and regressed him back to something so much simpler. His thoughts were slowed, and his brain was made deliriously foggy. All within the course of about five seconds she had him immediately swimming in a warm sea of pleasurable feelings and - above all - they’re all totally centered on me. 

“You like?” she asked, with a crooked smile. He looked like a blissed-out child, and it made her so happy. 

“Oh my god yes Melissa please,” he replied, eyes glazed over in his adoration of her and cock a throbbing, iron monument to her beauty, “Do whatever you want to me.”

She giggled, feeling herself becoming giddy at the thought. Yes, he was drunk on her perfumes but they were only getting him to express what he truly felt. With all that stress and anxiety washed away, and with his mind clear of any big, complicated thoughts, this was who he truly was. So, she didn’t really feel bad, she was just helping him find himself. “Whatever I want?”

“w-w-whatever you want.”

She giggled again. “Okay honey, then get ready to become the perfect boyfriend.” She could do it, she knew she could do it, start reshaping things the way she wanted, and she could start right here. She was gaining more control over how things were changing. Her thoughts, and her manifestations these days, had been becoming powerful. She could make him into the perfect boyfriend, and at the same time make herself into the perfect girlfriend…and maybe much, much more. She could change them both, she could change herself into what she’d truly always wanted to be. And she could make him love it. 

So exciting!!!

“Okay okay, sweetie,” she began, taking a moment to tuck a lock of her long, thick hair behind her ear. I love how I can cradle him with one arm. “If we’re going to do this, if you’re going to let me do this for us, you’re going to need to start thinking about me a little differently.”

“W-what do you mean?”

Well, I could tell you a little about the guys in the basement. 

“So, for starters, now that you know some of the…special things I can do, I need you to acknowledge them, and acknowledge me. I need you to accept that I can do things that other people can’t. I do them all for you, but you have to accept that I’m becoming something more than, like, human.”

He shivered, there in her arms. Yes, you’re incredible Melissa. His arousal had shot an electric shock throughout his bones. He said nothing, and she pressed on.

“I’m growing, I’m developing, I’m becoming something…greater than human. Something bigger, and stronger, and just…so much more,” she said, golden-green eyes glimmering as she looked down into him, “And you’re going to help me get even better.”

“what do y-you mean?” he asked again, in a voice as small and weak as he looked, but one that was now sparkling, crystallizing with a new understanding of purpose, “m-me? What can I do?”

“Oh honey it’s easy, it’ll be so easy. All I need you to do is wish. I want you to wish, I want you to imagine. I want your dreams to go wild. And I want them all focused on me.”

“okay..yes…o-“

NGGGH!! 

Her hand had found his cock. 

“Okay?” she asked, giving him a first, long, slow stroke.

“o-okay…” he agreed, eyes fluttering as he endured the pleasure. 

“I…” she started again, “…can be so much more than your 'girlfriend'.  I can be perfection, and I need your help with that.”

“okay…” he repeated reflexively, already losing himself in the ministrations of her slow, gentle hand. In the crook of her left arm, he luxuriated in pleasure. 

She had continued to walk, slowly, around the house. They were now in the grand entry foyer. 

“So, those guys? The ones we have living in the basement?”

“yes..?” he moaned, struggling to listen as she stroked his erection. 

“They…they 'work' for us, they’re staying with us because they have nowhere else to go,” she explained, her voice soft and gentle as she continued her slow, lazy attentions on his cock, “but they're also learning something. They’re learning a new way to be, and they spend a lot of time, well…thinking. Thinking about me.”

“y-yes…” he repeated, agreeing as if he knew already. 

“Thinking about me, writing about me, making up songs and poems about me,” she continued. <stroke…stroke…stroke> “Honey, sweetie, Jay…they’re making up prayers for me. Prayers, honey, prayers. They spend their nights, and days, all their free time praying. To me.”

“oh god Melissa…” he groaned. So lost in pleasure was he it was hard to say if he was responding to her words or to her hand. 

“And, honey, these prayers, these poems and songs and all the ‘thinking’ about me…it makes me stronger,” she pushed, feeling the tingles still dancing through her skin. It wasn’t tingles coming just from the basement, though, or her old followers. These were mostly new tingles. Thousands of Channel 5 tingles. “And if I’m going to get really strong I need you to do this most of all.”

“oh god oh god oh Melissa yes.” 

“That’s right, that’s good, honey. Say that again.”

“oh god Melissa.”

They had arrived in front of a wall of photos, one he’d been examining earlier. “What were you doing, when I was downstairs? Hmm? Snooping around, looking at my stuff? Looking at old pictures of me? Here let me help…” 

With that, she shifted him in her arms so - cock still gripped firmly in her hand - he had a clear view of a framed photo, hanging on the wall. A scene on some exotic, faraway beach, Melissa as a teen. 

. 

“Here. Look at this picture of me, this picture of the girl bursting out of the bikini her mom bought for her and think, think, think. Can you do that?” She’d resumed stroking him again. “Can you think about her growing up, growing up taller, growing up big and strong? Growing up and becoming the woman you always wanted? Into the woman she always wanted to be? Making you into the man you always wanted to be?”

He felt as if he was shrinking already.

“Can you do that? Can you keep thinking about me, saying my name? Can you imagine me bigger and stronger and just so much more?”

“Yes, Melissa, god, yes.”

“That’s your new goal, that's your job, that's your passion. Make. Me. Bigger.”

“Melissa…god…Melissa…god…” She was so beautiful, even back then.

“Give it to me. Give it to me now, all you got. Make it your prayer. Make it your first little prayer to me.”

“Melissa, my god, Melissa”

“‘Goddess’ honey, the proper word is ‘goddess’”

“My goddess Melissa,” he finally spoke, his eyes plastered on the photo of the smiling young teen in the bikini on the beach as he came.

“That’s right, good boy…come, come for me,” she chanted, “Look at that picture and come for me. Make that girl into a goddess...”

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thanks to RiF for help in editing and copy

[sp-by-april]

Stan fucking fem reader who just happens to be Kyle’s gf ? 👀

I love this concept, yes yes let's get naughty!!

Stan x F!Reader

[Send a prompt for the 24hr smut a thon!] [Stan Marsh Master List]

My car stalled.

Of course the one time I forget my phone is when I really needed it.

I was up in the mountains not too far out of town by drive, but annoying and arduous to walk. I didn’t have a choice.

Just when my feet were starting to hurt in my heels, a car I recognized pulled over. It was Stan.

I ran up to the car as well as I could in my heels on the side of a mountain road.

As I dropped in the passenger’s seat and closed the door, I was grateful.

I tossed my purse in the backseat and blinked as Stan stared at me.

He smirked, “I had a dream like this once,”

I swatted his shoulder playfully, “Thanks for stopping,”

“Please, if Kyle found out I drove right past you and you were in trouble, I’d never hear the end of it,”

I giggled, “Fair,”

“Do you want me to call him?” He glanced over at me.

I shook my head emphatically, “He’s been telling me to get my oil checked forever, if he finds out I broke down, I’ll never hear the end of it,”

We shared another laugh.

I looked Stan over. He still hadn’t started the car.

He unbuckled his seat belt, leaned over, and kissed me.

I sighed into his kiss and parted my lips. His tongue pushed through and his hand grabbed my face, pulling me in deeper.

I could feel a familiar warmth between my legs and I knew I was about to do something stupid.

I climbed in Stan’s lap and he ran his hands down my back as I kissed him again. He squeezed my ass as our tongues rolled over each other and I could feel him throbbing beneath me.

He pulled me down, starting to grind against me and the friction felt so good, I couldn’t stand it.

We pulled and tugged at our clothes until my wet slit was rubbing against the head of his cock.

Stan couldn’t wait. He pushed my hips down and I sank onto him.

I gasped at his mouth as I felt my body stretch to accommodate him.

I started moving my hips right away. He felt so good and I knew if I didn’t hurry, it would drive Stan crazy and allow time for the guilt to seep in.

But when I was moving on his cock? All I could feel was him hitting my sweet spot so lusciously I was willing to risk it all.

His hands curled around the back of my neck as he pulled me into another deep kiss. Stan was such an eager kisser. Whenever we fucked, he hated any time his mouth was away from mine.

He was so hungry and starving for me, it always turned me on more.

My breath hitched and my body started to tense.

I broke our kiss to speak and Stan pulled my forehead against his and looked into my eyes as I rode him.

I panted shamelessly, “I’m – I’m gonna come,”

My eyes rolled back and my back arched. My soft, silky walls closed around and gripped him tight. He moaned with me and I could feel him throb inside of the vise between my legs.

He locked his mouth back onto mine and groaned loudly down my throat as his hips bucked up into me. His tongue pushed into my mouth at the same time his cock started pumping me full of his hot, sticky seed.

We kept kissing and panting in each other’s mouths.

Suddenly the sound of a guitar riff. It was Stan’s phone.

Kyle’s ringtone.

[shaunamilfman]

I have some thoughts of Jealous JackieShauna w reader,

Before Dating

- After you’ve hung out with a potential s/o or just a friend that she’s jealous of Jackie will always confront you like a cheating spouse, like getting into petty non arguments “Where were you? Why were you w her you know I don’t like her. No I just want to spend time with you, you’re one of my best friends and they’re stealing you from me.”

- If you even MENTION the person, Shauna gives you the silent treatment, she is secretly SEETHING and you keep trying to engage in conversation but she just gives you nothing or walks away and you’re left wondering what you did to upset her.

- Jackie is absolutely guilty of calling you and faking that there’s an emergency she needs your help with to get you to cancel a date with this person. Which of course you fall for every time.

- Shauna 100% gives this person the dirtiest looks, if looks could kill this poor random would be dead and buried on sight.

After You Start Dating:

- Jackie is not afraid to act first and ask questions later but she will mask it with politeness, if she sees someone getting too close to you during a party or just anything she doesn’t particularly like, she’ll walk right over, throw her arms around you, plant a huge kiss on your lips, then turn to the other person “Oh my god babe, who’s this? Who? Oh I don’t think I’ve ever heard of you before, hmm.” Then she just stands there with you until the other person gets too uncomfortable and leaves. She will be clingy the entire rest of the night.

- Same situation with Shauna and she does not give a shit, She will unabashedly grab your arm, tug you away from the person and move your hand to her waist as you walk away to hit it home. She’ll tell you that you’re leaving though so she can make sure that people will know you’re taken.

-Jackie is the type of gf that if you unknowingly upset her and then drive her home she keeps her knees as far away from your side of the car as possible, do you know what I mean? Like turning her body away from you as much as she can. She’ll be pouty, arms crossed and will not look at you at all.

- Shauna will make a move on you in the car, climbing into your lap and in a way silently seeking validation that you still want her. It’s not that she doesn’t trust you or anything, she just has a couple insecurities and she likes having you show her she’s the one you want/hearing you say it.

- Jackie will no doubt have to try to convince Shauna not to slap the random person talking to you. If you get in trouble with both of them in the same night, you’re basically escorted through the rest of the party by both of them at your side.

these may not be great cause it’s pushing 3 am for me but have at it! Hope you had a great weekend milfman, drink water today and take care of yourself cause you deserve it :)

yes!! let's go! more soffsh headcanons boyssssss.

you come home and jackie's sitting in your room on your bed with her legs crossed and her arms in her lap like "do you have any idea what time it is, Y/N?" she enlisted shauna but Shauna's fast asleep on the bed behind her

Jackie watches your social media following like a hawk. she goes on a day long spiral whenever someone hot follows you

love love love ridiculously possessive shauna. her and her "you know other women??" ass has me captivated completely lmao

Jackie would fake an emergency omg her dramatic ass

you try to talk to the other girl at school after your date and she just squeaks in fear and runs away from you. Jackie comforting you over it while shauna stands guard protectively in front of you so no one sees you upset??

Jackie sees you talking to another woman and just immediately throws herself in your lap. talking bout "omg your so strong y/n do you work out??" as she's feeling up your arms and shit. you were talking to your cousin lmaoooo. Jackie can never be too careful though

shauna just silently showing up, kissing you in front of them, and dragging you back to her and Jackie??

Jackie still hangs out with you when she's upset because she wants you to know she's ignoring you on purpose and is expecting you to grovel for her forgiveness/attention

shauna dragging you in the backseat to possessively climb in your lap while Jackie climbs in the car on your other side to watch yall. going feral over the idea of Jackie just watching shauna ride you in the backseat and whispering jealous little comments about that girl in your ear.

ugh jackieshauna escorting me through the party like a misbehaving child when?? im so convinced that half of dating Shauna is convincing her not to go to jail over something miniscule.

thanks anon! hope you had a good weekend too ❤️

[writingwithcolor]

Black/white interracial lesbian couple on alien road trip

nathaliebjoern asked:

What concerns would A have going on a roadtrip in USA in an alien/sci-fi tourist stops type way (circa 2013)? A is Black, grew up and lives in Denmark, parents are from African-country-yet-to-be-determined (possibly Ethiopia, but I do take suggestions here), going to USA with (white) girlfriend. Example: they're worried about being two young girls on a road trip (exacerbated by being wlw) so they are taking self defence before leaving (bonus: gets convenient/relevant later when they have to fight sudden, real aliens). Is there some specific concern A would have (bonus if relevant for alien hunting or car chasing adventures)? What precautions would she take or concerns might she have? Any concerns she might discuss with gf, even if there are no precautions to take? Or just ruminate over in internal monologue, i guess, but i want them to have a healthy relationship with lots of communication lol. She's the planning, overprepared type! I want the focus to be on their Alien fighting road trip adventure and coming of age lesbianism in the background, but i want to still acknowledge any issues A might have.

"I want the focus to be on their Alien fighting road trip adventure and coming of age lesbianism in the background, but i want to still acknowledge any issues A might have."

How far the world has progressed in terms of discrimination in your alien sci-fi world is up to you. Based on your description, racism and homophobia still exists. Perhaps it just isn't as much of a problem in this setting or story. Or encounters would depend on the town so your characters avoid and don't happen upon areas that may be a problem for the couple. Either way, it is not erasure to have a story where discrimination isn't something the characters encounter. I find this to be especially true for science fiction and fantasy.

As a Black woman who likes to travel, and in an interracial relationship, I take certain precautions before I travel. One way I do this is to research the travel experiences shared from Black women and mixed couples who've been to the places that I'm considering. I also look into news stories and reports about any incidents in the area.

This could also apply if you're LGBTQIA, in an interracial relationship and so on. As your character is a planning, super prepared type, it'd make sense if they mapped out their stops to make sure they were interracial couple / Black / LGBTQIA+ friendly and avoided any places that were not.

Also, what "friendly" or safe looks like may vary. Not all travel experiences are blatant in their discrimination or othering behavior.

What general attitudes might range from: ideas

The travelers blend in. There's enough diversity and tourism where you don't get an unwelcome attitude from the townspeople.

Some stares, second-glances and curiousity, but little to no blatant hostility.

Strong "celebrity-status" othering, to the point of being touched, pictures snapped of you, asked to poise for photos if asked at all, given free gifts, etc. (Note: this can be quite uncomfortable)

Stares and standoffish behavior from locals, but no incidents of violence.

Bold-faced hostility, such as intimidating glares, recording, taunts, yelling, and possible physical encounters like spitting.

Explicit threats, violence, being warned to leave, high risks of bodily harm.

Note that this doesn't mean everyone in a place would all act this way. I've traveled where there were stares of curiosity in one city or standoffish behavior in others, but it didn't extent to everyone in those places, staff, and so on. It also didn't sum up every single encounter. I've even heard tales of the very hostile places where a person warns the traveler that they should leave to avoid trouble from others in the town, usually out of kind warning. One can travel anywhere, really, and come across hostile people, and in that same town experience kindness.

Applying these travel experiences your story

The characters just mentioning that they've done their research and will avoid these kinds of places with known negative experiences should be enough. You don't need an actual experience of discrimination to play out, if you'd rather avoid that.

If you did want to include something without including an active experience, you could bring up the matter by mentioning the history of a place. For example, they learn some info and tell their partner that "Blank, Tennessee was once a sundown town and would've been unsafe for us ninety years ago." Or they mention some historical event that happened at a certain place, possibly even visiting a historic monument or museum.

I hope this helps; your story sounds fun!

~Mod Colette

[countrycrackheads]

HEYYYY I was wondering if you could do one of your it ships for my it oc. I get that my oc is shipped with Patrick (by me but im wondering if she might be possibly shipped with anyone else)

Bethany Huggins is Belch Huggins little sister nicknamed "Big Boots" by Henry because of her big boots. Shes well known around town as the girl who'll curse you out over anything. although belch doesnt want her to get in trouble for her bad attitude henrys very proud (hes taught her well) ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩Bethany's hair you ask? well sit down cause it should have its own history book. One week its bleach blonde the next its box dye black, then its dirty blonde. but no matter the colour��.. its gonna be big! Shes inspired by all her hair metal idols. ✩ ♬ ₊.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧Bethany's music taste is heavily inspired from belch, she loves metal and heavy music. but her favourite? Glam metal, she can go on and on about Motley Crue and Poison.

★🎸🎧⋆｡ °⋆People around town give her odd looks, some say its her fashion some say its the rumours greta spread about her. like the time she spread a rumour that Bethany made out with Patrick "THE Perv" Hockstetter for 5 bucks. lets just say greta received some… presents from Pat in her locker that week. although there were some drunken words at a party from pat that it was in fact not 5 bucks but 25.

☆。。☆。。 。☆Bethanys style is her whole personality. leather and denim mini skirts that she knows she can wear around because if anyone tries something her big brother will pummel them. these skirts are paired with band crop tops and leather jackets. she buys a new pair a fishnets every week cause a certain black haired boy likes to snap them on the way to school in belchs car.

.¸¸.♡.¸¸.☆¸.♡.¸¸.☆.¸¸.♡.¸shes constantly covered in jewelry! brackets, necklaces, belts, belly chains, earrings, EVERYTHING. she loves silver shiny jewelry and gets Henry to steal for her. .·͙̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩̥͙ ✩ ̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩͙‧͙ .she gets all her cigarettes from Victor cause Belch being a good big brother won't let her, won't stop her though.

As a fellow hair metal enjoyer myself (🤓) I am thrilled to write this. Since you want to explore outside of Patrick, I will not be shipping her with him. I also made him in like 5 minutes bc i’m severely unwell. If this is straight cheeks then I apologize and will redo this.

Bethany Huggins

I ship you with…

Victor Criss

• Her brothers best friend who gives her cigarettes.

• It was a match made in heaven.

• Obviously it was a slow process. It wasn’t right off the bat.

• Victor isn’t really a talker. Not like Patrick is. The blonde is more reserved and talks when he needs to.

• That being said, he’s liked Bethany since puberty did her well. But did he ever tell anybody? No. The body would rather drop dead.

• And Victor is fairly certain if Belch ever found out about his little crush he’d run him over.

• So naturally it had to be Bethany who took the first step.

• Maybe they had a little too much to smoke or somebody said something that made the other’s eyebrow raise.

• At first Victor wants to keep it a secret (for his own safety) but it wasn’t long until Patrick got his sticky hands on this news (he walked in on them)

• It wasn’t long until Patrick went around flapping his lips talking about some “AND THEY WERE ALL OVER EACH OTHER! I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW VIC LIKED CHICKS!”

• Belch was pissed to put it lightly.

• Nobody had ever seen Belch run so fast. He chased Victor through the junkyard with a passion, screaming at the blond that he was a filthy bastard.

• He got tired after 1 minute but he was still pretty angry.

• Henry was… disturbed? He didn’t really care but at the same time “Criss, really? That’s the best you could come up with?”

• Anywho

• Victor as a boyfriend is pretty solid.

• Most of their dates are typically an evening at the record store before going back to his place and getting high.

• They’re the definition of underdressed bf, overdressed gf

• But the boy doesn’t care! He is head over heels every time he sees Bethany in one of her outfits

• The kind of boyfriend to put his hand in the butt pocket of her bottoms

• Since she dyes her hair so often, Victor employed her to help bleach his hair.

• Isn’t that fond of her music but he doesn’t say anything about it. He just sits back and bounces his leg.

• Most hangouts are at his place since whenever it’s at the Huggins residence, Belch is there lingering…

I was going to ship her with Henry then didn’t bc I thought their relationship (based off of what I was fed) was too sibling-like. Anywho!

[thenerdnextdoorxo]

this is a sensitive topic and it is perfectly okay if you don't want to write it but if you don't do you mind still answering it saying you aren't doing so

y/n is trying to break up with girlfriend bc she's in a physical abusive relationship but she keeps threatening her into staying with her then one day y/n packs overnight bag to go stay at the tower and her gf follows her there starts a one sided argument if you get what i mean. the team or tony wanda and nat walk in and ask if everything is alright. y/n says yes but they see the look on her gf eyes and y/n bag and one of them takes y/n inside and try to get her to open up about what's happening bc they see her tiredness and bruises.

I don't mind this type of writing :)

You have been in a toxic relationship with your girlfriend for two years. Whenever you thought of leaving her you always felt scared. Your girlfriend is crazy and you were afraid what she is capable of. The last time you tried to call the cops on her she somehow flipped the case onto you and made you seem like a liar and a fraud. But you've had enough of her. You suffered for far too long and you can't keep going anymore.

You were best friends with Tony. You had worked with him before on projects that helped him reach were he is right now so he owes you a lot and he also enjoys hanging out with you. Since him and the other avengers are your only friends, you decided to go to the tower to seek protection.

You tried to hide the fact that you were leaving from your girlfriend by packing only the necessary things and hide the bag from her. But somehow, she knew. She didn't tell you, but she hinted it. And you were terrified. So you took the most rational thing that came up to your mind, you took your bag, your car keys, and your phone and you headed straight to your car.

You turned on the car and quickly moved to the road and you looked on the mirror and saw that she was getting into her own car. shit.

You had reached past the speed limit to reach the tower faster, completely ignoring the cops, and trying to look for shortcuts to reach there faster. You noticed that she was right behind you by the time you reached the tower. You quickly pulled out your phone and called Tony.

"Hey, champ! how you doing?" Tony said. "Hey Tony, listen, I'm parked in front of the tower, please meet me outside quickly," You said almost inaudible. "O-Okay, are you alright?" Tony asked concerned. "Yeah, just meet me here quickly,". With that you quickly turned off your phone and walked inside the tower.

When you walked your way inside the tower with your bags, you saw Tony walking to you with a confused look. "What is going on? you seemed in some sort of trouble," He asked. You couldn't say anything, you were so focused on seeking protection from your girlfriend. When you didn't respond, Tony got even more concerned. He looked past you to see what is going on and why do you seem so scared. That's when he saw your girlfriend.

"What's going on?" He asked your girlfriend. "My girlfriend is having an episode, don't worry about her I'll take her away from you sir," She said. Now it clicked to you that Tony has never met your girlfriend. "She's lying Tony! She is the crazy one!! She's toxic!" With you saying that Tony knew immediately what was happening.

"Hey Y/N! I heard you were coming-" You looked at your left and saw that Wanda came in. "Who is that?" She said, pointing at your girlfriend. "Wanda take Y/N with you, I've got to take care of something," Tony said and handed you to Wanda. Even though she was confused, she took you from your arm and pulled you with her to the elevator.

When you and Wanda reached the floor everyone was, you saw that Natasha was sitting at the living room. "Hey Y/N, I didn't know you would pay us a visit today," She said standing up to greet you, but she saw that you were crying. "Hey, what happened?" She said walking closer to you to put her hand on your shoulder. You sighed and explained your situation to them, and by the time you were done, Tony walked out the elevator.

"Y/N, you'll be staying with us for now," He said walking up to you. "What about my girlfriend?" You asked. "Your ex-girlfriend was taken care of, don't worry about her," Tony emphasized. You smiled softly at him and he smiled back,"

"Welcome to the tower kid"

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It's been a week since I last updated and I already miss you guys so much T-T

My requests are open

<3333

[starry-hughes]

sawyer and quinn: sawyer builds her walls up high and even quinn has trouble slowly tearing them down and it can be frustrating sometimes. and sawyer pushes quinn away when things get rough which quinn hates

sawyer has a really hard time saying no to things like she never says no and one time quinn asks her if she wants to go with him and some of the guys from the team to gets drinks and that some of the other gfs and wives will be there, she really doesn’t want to go bc it’s just not the type of thing she does but she still says yes bc she can tell quinn is excited so she goes and she’s not having the best time but doesn’t tell anyone later in the night she’s standing with quinn and he can tell she’s clearly uncomfortable and not having fun so he pulls her aside and asks her if she wants to go home but she says no only just bc she can tell that quinn’s having a good time but quinn kinda gets a little mad at her bc he knows she doesn’t want to be there but she keeps denying it he ends up yelling at her about it and she walks up with tears in her eyes and taking quinn’s car back to the apartment since she was keeping his keys in her purse and she’s so upset at him for yelling at her she ends up sleeping in the guest room that night and quinn ends up not even staying at the apartment that night which causes even more tension between them

she wakes up and is slowly prepping herself to talk to quinn and he’s not even there. and she’s so sad that he’s not there, he hasn’t texted, nothing.

and it’s right before the panthers come to vancouver so when matthew comes, sawyer is running to her big brother. so when quinn comes home, all he sees is matthew on his couch and matthew knows about the fight and sawyer is in the kitchen and quinn just pales because he knows matthew is protective.

[rainyfestivalsweets]

9/6/24

Still on phase 2 of hcg diet.

Not perfect, but progressing nonetheless.

Currently on Day 4, 2.4 pounds down for this round.

Walk/run with the dogs yesterday, about 1.5 miles. Needed the sunshine and figured the dogs could use the fresh air too.

But storytime--- afternoon:

I took 2 giant mugs of tea to my niece's cross country meet. I am trying to make sure I support her school functions too- not just the boys football. Just because our society deems women less valuable doesn't mean I should. *I* want her to grow up to know she is loved and valued beyond, so that when she comes of age and gets into relationships, she knows better than to settle for the stupid shit I have settled for. 2 apparent narcs. 1 great gf, but celibacy.

Anyway, I arrive just in time to see her cross the finish line like a freaking stud cupcake!!! Great timing. I visit with her and her momma a little bit and we prepare to leave.

My 2nd mug of tea is still too warm to drink so I left the lid off trying to get it to cool off a bit. I have a great idea and add some of the sf smores coffee syrup to it & hop into my vehicle.

I decide to drive to the bathrooms because I parked goofy and am having trouble getting out the other way. I start driving in this parking lot and SPILL THE MUG OF TEA ALL OVER MY LAP.

Fuck!! It burns!

I catch it, set it upright, look to find a parking spot and SPILL IT AGAIN.

Dammit.

I wanted that tea!!!

But also- it is HOT and now all over my lap AND my car. Shit shit shit and I have no towels or anything to wipe it up with.

The walk of shame to the bathrooms as I appear to have pissed myself. 😤 I checked for burns and was ok... but now discombobulated and very sticky. Now my car smells like a s'more.

The night got a little weird from there. I am in a weird headspace. I go to TJ Maxx because traffic is awful, and I wanted to pick up more ginseng.

I did a quick shop and got back to the car because I have to get back to work when I get home.

But! I forgot to take my Nomorbidity, which I normally take in the early afternoon, so I am hungrier than normal.

I had a burger salad with my meal prepped turkey and pork mix, and went back for more meat because I was still... hungry, hankering? Unsatisfied? Something.

I also had 2 hard candies, sf lemon from dollar tree, and 2 sf popsicles while mom and I watched unfrosted. And an orange, which is allowed.

So... while the day threw me for a loop, I did ok. And boom, today is my lightest weigh in.

I am working on keeping going, I am so close to my ultimate goals. Keep going keep going keep going!! 💪