#he came back and tried again like 3 minutes later but decided against jumping

[messier51]

things i have learned: 

1. raccoons are very smart

2. racoons are fucking stupid

[romanticinlove]

misunderstanding

Summary: When Jude is banned because of his celebration, his anger gets the best of him

word count: 1k

Warnings: Angst

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During the game against Slovakia, England was putting up a good fight. When the other team scores, it went unanswered for so long. As you watched the game from the stands, you felt very anxious. Your boyfriend, Jude, was playing and you knew he had a lot of pressure of him during this game. You were wondering how he was dealing with the weight of the game, and you worried for him. When the game clock showed the 90th minute, you could only hope that enough time was added for England to make a comeback. When England finally scored, it was Jude who scored. You jumped up in the stand celebrating along the other fans. You could not have been more proud of your boyfriend. It was only when you looked down at the pitch that you saw how Jude decided to celebrate. You didn't think much of it, other players had done this celebration many times before. Sure, you thought it might've been a bit crude but he was just celebrating, you couldn't blame him. When the game came to a close, you were celebrating, Harry Kane scored a goal in extra time that secured the win for England. When you went down to see Jude, you were so proud of him and could not wait to see him. When he left the locker room, you could see that he was upset about something.

"hey baby, I am so proud of you! You played amazingly tonight, I knew you would be the one to put us ahead" You said and went to kiss his cheek, but he simply turned his head. You were confused and continued "Is everything ok?"

"Can we just go?" Jude said, while he couldn't even look you in the eye. You were a bit hurt because of the way he was acting but decided to leave him cool off before trying to talk to him again. As you drove the both of you home, you would occasionally look over at Jude, who only looked out of the window. You dropped Jude off at the facility where the teams were staying. When he went to leave the car, you tried to talk to him again.

"Ok well I'll call you tonight ok? " You said to him hopeful that he would at least give you something.

"I can't call tonight" he said before opening the door, but before he could get off, you began again.

"That's ok, I'll talk to you later then. I love you"

"You too." Jude said and then he shut the door and walked off. You sat in the car for a couple of minutes, shocked at his behavior. The both of you always said I love you to one another. It sounded so stupid and cheesy, but it did hurt you. You began to drive to the hotel where you were staying. Before, the distance would've killed the both of you, but maybe now it was necessary. You tried to think about every possible thing that could've set him off. When you couldn't think of anything, you tried to brush it off. When you arrived at the hotel, you got ready for bed. Just when you were about to go to bed, you decided to text Jude.

you: Hey Jude, I don't know what happened tonight, but I just wanted to let you know that I am very proud of you, you did great. I love you, please text me back <3

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When you woke up and saw that he left you on read, you got a bit upset. You genuinely had no idea what happened and you thought maybe it had something to do with you. You decided to try and text his teammate, Trent, and see if maybe he knew something.

You: hey Trent, Do you know what's wrong with Jude???

Trent: did he not tell you?

You: apparently not

trent: Y'know his celebration yesterday? He got a €30,000 fine, and a ban

you: are you serious??

Trent: unfortunately

You were very upset and immediately called Jude.

"Jude why didn't you tell me about the fine and ban??" you said as soon as he answered the phone

"Who told you about that?"

"it doesn't matter, why didn't you?"

"y/n I don't have to tell you every little thing that happens, stuff just happens"

"Not every little thing, but yeah things like that are important, especially when you get disrespectful with me"

"you still haven't answered my question"

"I told you it doesn't matter"

"who did you ask?" Jude said as he began to raise his voice a little. He was met with silence and then he spoke up again. "y/n, who told you about that?"

"I asked one of your teammates"

"Oh so instead of going to me, you go to another guy? How is that right?" Jude said in an accusatory tone. You didn't like what he was implying.

"What are you trying to say right now, you think I would cheat on you?"

"why did you have to go behind my back?"

"You were being cold and unresponsive, I was worried" you said. Jude scoffed not he other end and you began to get teary eyed "we're not accomplishing anything right now, ok. I will call you later when we're both a bit more calm."

"Yeah sure, maybe you can call my teammate and tell him about this" he said before hanging up the phone. You sat indoor hotel room, dumbfounded by this argument. How could he think that about you? You were beyond angry, but you couldn't think about why you were crying right then and there. But maybe he was right, maybe you should've texted Trent, maybe you should've waited for him to be ready. As all of these maybe's went though your head you got a text.

Jude: Honestly, I don't know what to do right now, I need space, I can't be focused on this and the euros, soju please leave me alone right now

you: Jude I will respect you space but please know that I would never do that to you, I promise

Jude: Ok

You: I love you

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a/n: This was my first attempt at angst so pls lmk what you think!!

[writingmar]

Hi, can I request the combination A-11 for Spencer Reid smut prompts? Please and thank you<3

nsfw ੈ✩‧₊˚ mdni

'𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐰.'

𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘥 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Prompt A11: penetrative anal sex.

when taking a shower with spencer, things get a little slippery and soapy, and to both of your surprise, it's a very happy accident...

wc: 1.1k.

content & tw: smut. just smut. shower sex, anal sex (f receiving), a little bit of praise.

a/n: i'm not the biggest fan of this one but i tried my best.

after a long day of work, when spencer came home he was sweaty, gross and ready for a long shower. the moment he walked thru the door, groaned and immediately told you he needed to relax under a hot stream of water, the corners of your cheeks lifted and you decided to join him.

now, ten minutes later, you're standing together, surrounded by steam, with spencer washing your hair. he softly massages your scalp as you stand with your back to him, his fingers running thru your hair.

'i thought you were the one who needed to relax, baby,' you say slowly, completely melting into his touches. you hear spencer exhale as he smiles, 'well, i guess i just can't help but treat you like a princess.'

he grabs the shower head from it's handle and rinses out your hair, the shampoo running down your body to be washed down the drain. when he hangs back the showerhead and turns back to you, he steps closer to your body, pressing himself up to you.

he leans down to kiss your shoulder, his arms reaching around your body to hold you. you move your head to the side, giving him better access to your neck, and he happily takes the hint, pressing his lips to the soft skin beneath your ear before gently biting down. you smile, feeling his cock grow harder against your ass as his hands roam your body.

'is there something else you'd like to treat me to?' you ask, grinning softly with your eyes closed. spencer smiles against your skin, moving one hand to your shoulder and softly pushing you forward, bending you over. 'well, there are a few things i could think of,' he says, his voice growing husky as you press your ass against his crotch.

he keeps his hand on your shoulder, using his other hand to position the head of his cock with your entrance. the combination of the hot water, shampoo and your excitement make it a slippery task, and when you feel spencers tip pressing against your asshole you gasp and instinctively jump forward.

spencer gasps loudly as you turn around to face him. 'fuck, baby, i didn't... that wasn't...' he says, his cheeks growing even redder than they already were from the steam. you let out a giggle on a breath and wrap your arms around his neck, running your fingers thru his wet hair.

as you stare into his hazel eyes you lean in to kiss him, pressing your lips to his lovingly. 'don't worry, my love,' you say between kisses, 'i know you'd never do that without asking me first.'

spencer smiles against your lips, letting out a breath of relief. 'i'm sorry, baby. i get it if you just wanna get out of the shower,' he says, an apologetic look in his eyes.

'oh, no,' you say, planting one more kiss on his lips before slowly turning around again, pressing your ass to his crotch. 'i don't wanna get out at all. in fact, if you'd want, i'd like you to finish what you started.'

spencer gasps, placing both his hands on either one of your asscheeks, squeezing them softly as he pulls you closer to him. 'i mean,' he says, his voice darker, that sense of embarrassment from seconds ago entirely gone, 'if you wanna try something new, i'm entirely up for that.'

you smile, leaning against the cold tile of the shower, excitement and slight nerves mixing in your lower stomach. you feel his tip softly pressing against your back entrance, but this time you're fully prepared, not pulling away from him.

spencer softly presses into you, the feeling foreign but so good. his breathing is heavy and ragged. you gasp, and reach back to hold his hand. 'no, no, don't stop,' you say, panting softly as spencer stills behind you, 'ju- just go slowly.'

he follows your instructions, pressing deeper and deeper into you at a torturing but perfectly slow pace. you've never felt full like this, and in a way it feels more intimate than what you've ever felt before.

as you feel him pressed all the way inside of you, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. 'you okay?' spencer asks with a breathy voice. you can't see his face, but you know his eyes are dark and hungry.

'yes, it's... it's really good. just start slowly, okay?' you say, still holding onto his hand behind you. spencer slowly pulls back before moving back into you again. 'fuck,' you say on a breath. he settles into a gentle pace, testing out his movements. you feel his hand shake as he controls himself.

you stand up straighter, pushing your back against his chest. he wraps his arms around you, one hand moving to your lower stomach, the other reaching for your breast, softly teasing the soft tissue, rolling your nipple in between his fingers.

he leans his head down, kissing your shoulder. you feel his breathing on your skin, shocky and ragged. 'fuck, baby... it's- it's so tight...' he says in a husky tone. you wrap your arm around his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair. 'faster, please spencer, faster,' you moan, your eyes falling shut.

having spencer in your pussy was intense as is, but having him stretch out your ass, you feel your orgasm already building. spencer speeds up his pace, reaching all the right places inside of you. he moves his hand from your lower stomach down to your clit, rubbing circles that match the pace of his thrust.

'fuck, spence, i'm so close... feels... feels so good... i'm so fucking full...' you whimper, pulling on his hair as your muscles start to clench up. 'i know, baby, i'm right there with you,' spencer says behind you as he throws his head back. low groans sound behind you.

'f-fuck,' spencer moans, the sensual sound of his voice being enough to send you soaring. your orgasms slams into you like a brick wall, your entire body tenses up as you see stars. the tightening of your muscles sends spencer over the edge. he groans, his thrusts become frenzied and less controlled and it's not long before you feel him spilling inside of you.

he stills behind you, moving his arms to simply hold you gently. you stay like that for a minute, both catching your breath. you turn your head and are met with a soft smile on spencers face. you give him a smile of your own in return before pressing your lips to his.

you run your fingers thru his hair. 'well, did that help relaxing you?' you ask, a proud grin on your face. spencer laughs, showering your face with kisses.

'oh, baby. i haven't felt this relaxed in months.'

[candycandy00]

The Trade Part 2: A Dabi x Reader Zombie AU

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 Smut. 18+. Zombie Apocalypse AU. Oral, stripping, voyeurism.

For a few moments, you just stood there, silent and unmoving. You were trapped in the van, with your only exit being blocked by its owner. How could you have been so stupid? One of the first things Toga had taught you was that you never place yourself in a position without at least two exits. The temptation of all that food and water had overpowered your instincts. 

The black haired man stepped aside and motioned for you to come out of the van. You did so, slowly, then as soon as both feet were firmly on the ground, you broke into a run. You only made it a few feet before you felt strong arms wrap around your shoulders and pull you back, right up against a firm body. 

“Whoa there, where do you think you’re running off to with my shit?”

The man’s voice was close to your ear, and something about the tone of it made you stop struggling and go still in his grip. He released you, but stood close enough to reach out and grab you if you made another run for it. 

You stared at him, trying decide your best course of action. Should you pretend to be confused and helpless? Just a damsel in distress who stumbled upon this van full of food? Or should you be honest? Or perhaps be friendly and compliant until you found a chance to run again? 

“Not gonna talk?”

You hesitated for a moment longer, studying his face. He was much better looking close up, with piercings you hadn’t noticed before and eyes so blue they could make the sky jealous. 

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out, “I just saw this van here and thought it had been abandoned. I’ll give you back the stuff I took.”

He grinned, the expression resembling a cat’s. “You just stumbled across my van, totally by accident, right?”

You didn’t like the way his tone suggested you were lying, but you tried to look innocent as you nodded. 

He laughed suddenly, the sound startling you. Then he narrowed his eyes and said, “What about all those times you were watching me from the trees? Were those accidents too?”

Your face froze in whatever dumb innocent expression you’d been wearing. In your confusion, you could only utter one word. “What?”

He took a step toward you, so close now that you could feel his breath when he spoke. After watching him from afar for so long, the nearness of him made you feel dizzy.

Oh God, he smells good. 

“The first time was when I killed the deer, right? I could tell someone was watching me. In the middle of the night I went into the woods to look around and what did I find? A girl sleeping in a tree. All by herself, completely defenseless.”

He said that last part in such a suggestive way, with a gleam in those blue eyes, that you couldn’t help imagining what terrible things he could have done to you that night. Then there was the small but growing part of you that kind of wished he had. 

You didn’t have a response to that, so you kept your mouth shut and glared at him as he went on. 

“Then that time I killed some zombies outside a store. I came back a few minutes later to get something I forgot, and there in the middle of the street was that same girl from the tree, being hounded by a zombie.”

“Thanks for jumping in to help,” you said sarcastically, unable to stop yourself. 

“Didn’t look like you needed my help,” he replied dismissively, seeming eager to move on to the next point. This was the one you were dreading. His lips curled into a wide grin as he continued. 

“Then yesterday I heard something in the woods while I was relaxing at the waterfall. When I came back later to check, what do you think I found?”

All color drained from your face as his words sank in. But he kept going, mercilessly. 

“It was that same girl, totally naked, frolicking in the water! She didn’t notice me at all, even when I was just a few feet from her while she was drying off. So I left and decided to set up a little trap for her.”

“Pervert,” you muttered, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment. He’d seen everything you had. 

“Hey, don’t forget the free show I gave you!” 

Ugh, he was right. You’d spied on him bathing first. You didn’t have any right to complain. But where was he going with all this? He didn’t seem particularly angry at you, but he’d just admitted to setting a trap for you specifically. 

You tried to play it cool, despite your increasing anxiety about this situation. “I already said I’d give the stuff back. What more do you want from me?”

His grin faded as his expression darkened. “You were following me so you could rob me. You would’ve stolen everything I have if given the chance.”

“No, I-“

“Don’t bother denying it,” he snapped. 

You winced at the sudden harshness of his voice, then fell silent. Maybe he was angry after all. You wondered if you should try running again. He was close enough to catch you, but perhaps you could distract him like you’d distracted those two men the night before. Maybe throw the stuff you’d stolen several feet away and hope he’d be surprised enough to turn his back on you? 

That probably wouldn’t work. He was focused intently on your every move. You remembered the rage he’d displayed when he’d killed the zombies, and a question slipped out of your mouth, quietly but clearly: “Are you going to kill me?”

He laughed again. “Why would I kill you? I just want to propose a trade.”

“A trade?” That surprised you, and confused you. “You have lots of stuff I want,” you said, glancing back at the interior of the van, “but I don’t have anything to trade for it.”

He looked you up and down, that cat-like grin back on his face. “Oh I think you’ve got plenty.”

It took you a minute to realize he was talking about your body. So… he wanted to trade supplies for sexual favors? Your face reddened, but it was a struggle to keep your expression neutral. A war broke out in your mind. 

He’s gorgeous! He gives me supplies AND I get to fuck him? That’s win-win!

No, no, do not go weak for this guy! He’s just a horny scumbag who wants to take advantage of you! 

But I actually want him! I’d let him do anything he wants to me for free!

You say that now, but what if he gets violent? What if he turns out just like those two who tried to rape you last night? Say no, and you’ll find out what kind of guy he is!

You tried to keep calm and collected as you looked at him and asked, “What if I say no?��

He shrugged. “Then you’re free to go. No hard feelings. I’m not gonna force you to do anything.”

You hesitated for a moment, trying to quiet the excited voices in your mind. You looked him up and down as he’d done you, more for show than anything else. You already knew he was custom made to appeal to every taste you had. Then you sighed and crossed your arms over your chest. “What will you give me for a blowjob?”

His eyes widened slightly, as if he wasn’t expecting that question. Maybe he thought you’d need a bit more convincing. Maybe he didn’t yet realize how thirsty you were for him. He seemed to think about it for a moment, then said, “How about… everything you can fit in your backpack?”

You fought hard to not appear too eager. You couldn’t let him find out you would have gladly sucked his dick for free. “Plus the stuff I already took?”

“Sure,” he replied. 

“Okay, deal,” you told him, and then you both stood there awkwardly for a few moments before you stepped closer to him and got down on your knees. 

You moved slowly, mostly because you were unsure of what to do. You’d had a little sexual experience, but not much. Nothing to prepare you for blowing a hot guy in the woods in exchange for food. You’d performed exactly one blowjob in your life and, honestly, you’d just found it gross. But you hadn’t been very attracted to the guy, so this was an entirely new experience. 

Your hands fumbled with the belt of his jeans, and he watched you with an unreadable expression as you moved on to unzipping and pulling open his pants. You saw the bulge right away, somehow even bigger than you expected. Carefully, you slid the front of his boxers down to allow his cock to spring free. It almost slapped you in the face. 

His cock was even more impressive up close. Perfectly sized, elegantly shaped, and a row of small piercings dotting the head. You reached up with one hand and gently grasped it, holding it upward, then you leaned forward and ran your tongue along the underside of it, from base to tip. You heard him draw in a sharp breath as you took the whole thing in your mouth. 

You moved your head back and forth, plunging his cock all the way in and then almost out, using your tongue to swirl circles around the tip. This went on for several minutes before you felt his hand come to rest on your head, his fingers softly threading through your hair. You kept going, enjoying the way his touch felt, getting lost in your own passion, living for the way his breathing quickened and the delicious little moans he was trying to hold back. 

Finally, he groaned louder and tried to pull out, saying, “I’m about to-“

You held on tighter, clamping your lips onto his cock. He exploded in your mouth, coating the entire inside of it with his cum. You kept his cock in your mouth until he’d completely emptied himself, then you licked the tip clean as he pulled out. 

He looked down at you with a surprised expression. “You don’t have to swallow…”

But before he could finish the sentence, you’d gulped it all down. Oh no, had you appeared too eager? You didn’t want him to realize you were getting the better end of the deal. You stood up as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and tried to project indifference. The man seemed to be at a loss for words, but was that a faint blush on his cheeks? 

“Well, I’ll be taking my stuff now,” you said in a cool tone, grabbing your backpack and emptying it on the ground. Your scant belongings fell out, but you could gather them in your arms later. Right now, you needed all the space you could get. 

“Sure,” he said, his voice a bit lower than before, “take whatever you want.”

You climbed up into the back of the van and searched around, carefully deciding what to take. The first thing you chose was a large leather “fanny pack”. You’d need it to put your other things in, so you folded it up and shoved it into your backpack. Then you loaded up on canned foods that would give you protein and carbs, a couple of bars of soap, a pair of socks, a small box of matches, and then as many bottles of water as you could cram inside. 

As you jumped down from the van, the man stood nearby, watching you. He was probably making sure you didn’t take more than the agreed upon amount. You had to stop yourself from thanking him. 

You pulled out the fanny pack and shoved your extra clothes and other meager items into it, then secured it around your waist. 

“Are you going to keep following me?”

You turned at the sound of the man’s voice. “Maybe,” you answered. “Why?”

He smirked at you. “Just thought you might wanna trade again sometime.”

You turned away from him so he couldn’t see how red you were getting. “Probably. We seem to be going in the same direction.”

He sat down on the edge of the back of his van. “Wanna hammer out some details? Things you won’t do, things I won’t share, stuff like that.”

“Sure,” you said, still looking away until you could calm yourself down, “you go first.”

He started immediately, which implied he’d already been thinking about it. “There’s a chest with a padlock on it in the van. Everything in it is off limits. That’s my personal shit.”

You hadn’t even noticed the chest, but now you were curious. “Anything else?” you asked as you pretended to still be arranging your items in your bags. 

“Oh yeah, you probably don’t want it but… don’t take all my hair dye.”

This caused you to look at him again. The hair dye was all black. He had black hair. You suppressed a snicker at the thought of him diligently dying his hair and maintaining his roots in a zombie apocalypse. Still, you wondered what his natural color was. 

“I won’t take your hair dye,” you said, keeping your tone flat to hide your amusement. 

“Your turn,” he said. 

You thought for a moment, trying to decide if there was anything you wouldn’t let this extremely attractive man do to you. Finally you said, “Actual sex is off the table.”

He looked surprised, and maybe a little disappointed, but he nodded. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to have sex with him. Of course you did, but not right away. Also, you were a little embarrassed for him to find out you were technically still a virgin. “I’m not doing anything weird either, like drinking piss or something,” you added. 

He laughed. “That’s not something I’m into.”

After a few more minutes of fake-sorting your stuff, you zipped your backpack and started to pull it onto your shoulders. 

“How about another trade?” the man suddenly asked. 

“Already?” Jeez, how horny was this guy? 

He looked around at the woods surrounding the van. “It’ll be dark soon. You can stay in my camp tonight, sleep in an actual sleeping bag. It can’t be comfortable to sleep in a tree every night. I’ll make sure nothing hurts you.”

The faces of the two men from last night flashed across your mind. They could still be out here, looking for you. And how long had it been since you’d actually stretched your legs out to sleep? You crossed your arms over your chest and asked, “So what do you want in exchange?”

He looked you in the eyes and said, “Do a strip tease.”

You almost stumbled from the shock. Somehow you didn’t expect that. He must have noticed your reaction, because he grinned and said, “What’s the big deal? I’ve already seen you naked.”

You frowned. “Yeah, so why do you want to see something you’ve already seen?”

He shrugged. “Why do rich people buy fancy paintings to hang in their houses? They see something pretty and they want to see it again and again.”

You blushed. Did he just call you pretty? You looked around. It would be dark soon, and the woods were already shaded. Would he even be able to see much? More importantly, could you stand the embarrassment of having this beautiful man watch you strip? But he did seem to like what he’d already seen… 

Oh, what the hell. 

“Okay,” you said, “I’ll do it. But I’m not dancing, and I’m standing close to the van in case anyone or anything approaches, so I can jump inside.”

“Fair enough,” he replied, standing up from his sitting position at the back of the van and moving several feet away from it to give you room. He was still standing a little closer than you’d hoped, close enough to see everything very clearly, even in the fading light. 

You stood with your back against the open van, the edge of it pressing against the back of your thighs. You took a deep breath and then pulled your T-shirt up and over your head. You dropped it inside the van, then unbuttoned your denim shorts and slid them down your legs, stepping out of them while keeping your ankle boots on. 

Standing there in only your underwear, you felt your face getting hot again. The man just stared, no discernible expression on his scarred face. You took your time unhooking your bra from behind, then pulled it off, dropping it onto the growing pile of your clothing in the van. You avoided looking at your lone viewer as you slipped your panties down, sliding them over your thigh holster and then over your boots. 

When finished, you had no idea what else to do. You instinctively covered yourself with your arms for a moment before realizing that was defeating the purpose of a strip tease, so you dropped your arms to your sides. It suddenly hit you then that you were outside in the woods, just standing there completely naked, in front of a man you’d just met. The thought made you feel frightened for a moment. But then you glanced up at the man, and saw his face. 

His blue eyes gleamed in the haze of approaching dusk, his lips slightly parted, a hint of a blush across his face. He looked at you as if you were one of those “fancy paintings” he mentioned. As if you were art. Suddenly, you didn’t feel frightened at all. Instead, you felt… beautiful. 

“Sit down,” he said, “and open your legs.”

He didn’t say it in a commanding tone, but rather the tone of someone desperate and needy. You could practically feel the desire radiating from him. It left you utterly defenseless. So you did as he said. You sat down carefully where he had been sitting until a few moments ago. The metal was still warm from his body heat. You maintained eye contact with him as you slowly spread your legs apart, giving him a full view. You really hoped he wouldn’t be able to see how wet you were. 

His eyes broke from yours to travel down your body, drinking in every inch. You’d never felt so exposed in your entire life. It’s not that no one had seen you naked before, but somehow those few and brief times hadn’t felt anywhere near so intimate as this. 

The man stepped closer, and you tensed up. He stopped just a foot away and said in a low voice, “Touch yourself.”

“That wasn’t part of the deal,” you said, still sitting there with your legs open. 

“I’ll throw in a hot meal. I killed two rabbits earlier.”

God, that sounded good. And you were so turned on already, your fingers were twitching. It was a good deal and you knew it. But… it would be incredibly embarrassing. After mentally weighing the pros and cons, you decided to go for it. 

You slowly moved one hand to your breast and squeezed, while the other hand slid down your torso and settled between your thighs. You rubbed yourself first, spreading the wetness around, then slipped a couple of fingers between the folds to stroke your clit. You tossed your head back and closed your eyes, moaning softly. 

Pleasure had been so scarce since the outbreak began, and you’d had precious few opportunities for it despite masturbating regularly before the world went to hell. You felt so good now, sitting on the edge of the van, gently rubbing your most sensitive places. You almost forgot you had an audience, until you blinked your eyes open and saw him standing there, so close he could touch you. The rapturous look in those blue eyes as they stared at you nearly sent you over the edge. 

You suddenly felt extremely vulnerable, being so exposed and doing something so deeply private and personal in front of this stranger, but that very feeling was in itself exciting. You met his gaze, and you couldn’t help wishing he would close the small distance between you and put his own hand between your legs. Or better yet, his face. 

But he remained perfectly still as he watched you. He wouldn’t touch you without permission, and that fact alone made him more desirable to you. 

You finally climaxed, clenching both hands, squeezing what flesh they could grip. When finished, you closed your shaky legs and sat there for a moment, getting your bearings. Then you stood up and began dressing. The man turned away from you as if giving you some privacy, which felt laughable now. But he waited patiently for you to finish and step away from the van before he climbed inside and gathered some items. 

He placed the familiar garden stakes around the perimeter and tied the wire and empty cans around them. Then he went to work starting a small fire. You took over stoking the fire as he skinned and cleaned the two rabbits. If he timed it right, he could have the rabbits cooked and the fire extinguished before it was totally dark. 

Everything went smoothly. The two of you were sitting on the ground, eating rabbit in the darkness an hour later. There were small glowing lights on the garden stakes that you hadn’t noticed before. Not enough light to be seen from a distance, but enough for the two of you to know where the perimeter was at all times. He also had the same lights on his van. It was a pretty genius way to keep aware of his surroundings in the dark without drawing in zombies. 

When you finished eating, you took a drink from your bottle of water and then pulled your knees up to your chest as you watched the man pick the bones of his rabbit clean. Neither of you had spoken much since your “strip tease”, but he kept looking at you as if he wanted to say something, so you decided to start a conversation. 

“What’s your name?”

He looked over at you and finished chewing before saying, “Touya.”

You smiled at him. “Nice to meet you, Touya.” Then you told him your name before he asked. 

“Can I ask you something?” he suddenly said, to which you nodded. “Why are you all alone out here?”'

You shrugged. “Groups scare me. The more people there are, the more ways the group can fracture. I’ve seen it happen, and it usually ends in violence. Much simpler to stay on my own.”

There was one group you met that seemed like they’d make it, that you sometimes regretted not sticking with. It was a group Toga had introduced you to. First, the two of you met up with a pair named Jin and Magne. The four of you then traveled a few days until you reached a secluded bar that somehow hadn’t been completely stripped bare yet. There you met a former stage magician that everyone called Mr. Compress (apparently his stage name) and two gamer bros named Spinner and Shigaraki who spoke exclusively in video game references. 

Apparently they had all met long ago online and formed a group. When the outbreak began, they’d all agreed to meet up at a specific location (the bar) if the internet went down, since that would be their sign that the world was ending and they’d rather take their chances surviving together. Most of them referred to each other by their online names, and they mentioned waiting for the last member, someone named Dabi. 

“He might not even show up,” one of them had said. “He’s from a rich family so he might just stay with them.”

The group had seemed welcoming and friendly, even if Jin was a little too chatty and you were getting sick of the gamer bros comparing everything to Resident Evil. But you had seen close-knit groups fall apart already, even in the early days before supplies became scarce. You really didn’t want to watch this group of friends, who clearly valued each other as much as family, turn on each other. 

You felt a little bad about leaving Toga behind, but at least there was another woman, Magne, in the group. You would have tried to convince her to go with you before leaving a teenage girl with a bunch of men. But Toga had seemed happy with them, and they all seemed strangely calm about the whole zombie apocalypse thing. 

One morning you packed up your things, said your goodbyes, and left on your own. They didn’t make a big fuss, which you appreciated, but they did tell you their general plan and where they intended to go, in case you wanted to meet up with them at a later time. 

Now, sitting across from Touya, barely able to make out his shape in the darkness, you found yourself thinking of that group for the first time in weeks. You looked toward Touya and asked, “What about you? Why are you alone out here?”

His face wasn’t visible, but you could make out the silhouette of his shoulders rising in a shrug. “I do better on my own. No one to slow me down.”

“No family?” Though you couldn’t see it, you got the distinct impression that he’d stiffened at your question. 

“I got family, but none I wanna be cooped up with during the apocalypse. I’d rather live out of my van than be locked in some bunker with my dad.”

There was a story there, clearly, but it was obvious that Touya wasn’t ready to give anymore details, so you dropped it. 

He spread out two sleeping bags on the ground, far enough apart to be respectful, and climbed inside one of them. He gestured to the other one and said, “Better get some rest while you can.”

You did so, and it was probably the best sleep you’d had since this whole nightmare began. The next morning, you woke up when daylight broke, and quietly gathered your things while Touya slept. You wanted to be long gone when he woke up, because you were just now feeling the embarrassment and awkwardness from yesterday’s events. 

As you moved through the woods later that day, still keeping close to the road but also just a short distance from the river, you heard a sound that froze you in your tracks. 

A gunshot. More specifically, a shot from a rifle. 

It was pretty far away, judging from the sound, but close enough to make you worry. It meant two things: the men who had attacked you two nights ago were still in the area, and any zombies from the surrounding towns or neighborhoods would now be heading toward that sound. The woods were about to get much more dangerous. 

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Give or Take - Part 3

[Story Collection] | [Part 2] [●] [Part 4]

Bryce found himself standing in the middle of his living room, hearing a loud, bumping sound echoing through the room. Looking around in confusion, he realized the sound was coming from Mason’s room. After staying immobile for a few seconds, Bryce felt a strange sensation on his pecs, making him look down to see what it was. He was gladly surprised when he noticed his pecs were bulging so magnificently that they looked taken out of the gallery of a bodybuilding competition.

With his right hand, Bryce started massaging his thick pec, groaning softly due to how great his own touch felt. However, as delightful as the massage was, he wanted to find the source of the sound coming from Mason’s room. Bryce took a careful step and became surprised as his legs felt heavier than ever. He had no idea what was happening, but he couldn’t help but smile as he realized that the sensation was due to his muscles adding weight to his entire body.

With each step Bryce took, he could feel his body growing heavier, and the ground beneath him shook a bit more every time. With every movement, his mind became more aware that his muscles were starting to fight for space. He felt his massive thighs rubbing against each other, his lats were pushing his arms higher, his biceps made it difficult for him to bend his arms, and there was something big and heavy hanging from his groin. Bryce felt great, but deep inside, he couldn’t stop wondering what was happening. He couldn’t be that big suddenly, but he couldn’t deny that he loved the feeling.

As he moved closer to Mason’s bedroom door, he heard loud noises coming from behind the door. The sound was a combination of a loud bumping sound, and at the same time, it sounded like someone was dragging something heavy across the room. These sounds prompted Bryce to walk faster to find out what Mason was doing.

Before Bryce could reach Mason’s door, a louder sound echoed through the apartment, and the wall in front of him shook violently. Bryce stopped just a few feet from Mason’s door, and a second explosion-like sound came from inside the room. This time, the wall didn’t only shake, but deep cracks started forming all over the surface. Then, a third explosion made the entire apartment quake.

As Bryce froze in fear, the wall before him shook again, sending the door away and revealing something that Bryce couldn’t identify behind it. The wall kept trembling, but Bryce couldn’t stop looking at the skin-colored wall behind Mason’s door. As Bryce tried to understand what was happening, a loud, thundering sound made the apartment shake, accentuating the cracks in the walls even more and making Bryce fall to the ground.

****

As Bryce woke up, he panted heavily and felt his dick throbbing under the sheets. Still half asleep, Bryce removed the sheets and looked down at his body, sighing in relief because he looked just like the previous morning. That meant his math had been correct, and his body had stayed at 142 pounds. He pulled down the waistband of his pajama pants to check on his regular-sized, 6.25-inch-long dick. However, pulling lower, he noticed his balls had shrunk a lot.

“Damn it! What? Oh, crap, right, Mr. Jasperson’s balls,” Bryce said as he rubbed his tiny balls. “Fuck! I gotta fix this.”

Bryce quickly jumped out of bed and went to his bathroom to shower. His mind was running miles a second because he tried to come up with a plan to change others while also growing his own body. Since Bryce worked with numbers every day, it was somewhat easy to estimate the results of what he wanted to do. In the back of his mind, Bryce could hear a soft voice telling him that his power was supposed to bring balance to the world and not use it for personal desires. However, he decided to ignore the voice and make a plan to fulfill his own dreams.

A few minutes later, once he was ready, Bryce stepped out of his room and tried to have a peaceful breakfast, but he couldn’t stop thinking about Mason. Even though he had been mad at Mason for several months, the more he used the big guy as a guinea pig, the more Bryce enjoyed having him around and the more excited he became to see how Mason’s new body looked.

“What in the fucking hell!?!?” Mason shouted in his room, and Bryce could hear him clearly since his voice filled the entire apartment. It was evident the big guy was scared.

For about a minute, everything went silent, so a very excited Bryce walked to Mason’s door. As he approached the door, he recalled his dream, and a sense of fear invaded his mind for a few seconds. When he heard a loud bumping sound coming from Mason’s room, Bryce feared that the walls would crack and the door would burst like in his dream.

Bryce stopped hesitantly a few feet from Mason’s door. He couldn’t stop thinking about his dream, and when the door abruptly opened, Bryce jumped in fear. However, this feeling was quickly replaced by amazement and excitement as Mason came out of his room, and Bryce could finally see the results of his mischievous game.

“Bryce! I need help! Now you can’t deny there’s something wrong,” Mason said, looking terrified as he looked down at his massive body, barely contained in his superhero-themed pajamas. “Look at me! I don’t even know how to describe this.”

Mason’s pajamas were straining at the seams as his body had grown to weigh 350 pounds of pure muscle mass. Mason was worried but so amazed at the same time that he ran his hands over his chest, feeling the unfamiliar thickness beneath his fingertips. Bryce carefully watched his roommate explore his broad chest, and he couldn’t help but feel aroused at the sight.

Then, Mason’s gaze dropped to his arms, and a gasp escaped his lips as he marveled at the sheer size and definition, clearly evident even under the fabric of his long-sleeve pajamas. With every movement, he felt the new weight of his arms, and as he flexed his biceps, Mason’s eyes widened at their new size. This movement caused the fabric around his shoulders and upper arms to give way with a series of sharp rips, unable to contain Mason’s enormous arms anymore. The once snug sleeves just hung in tatters.

As Mason was in shock, a deliberate flex caused the strained fabric across his pecs to split apart along the center of his chest. The sound of tearing material echoed in the room as Mason’s massive pecs emerged, perfectly sculpted and powerful. As more tears formed all over his upper body, Mason’s nipples peeked through the gaps, and Bryce couldn’t help but feel strangely attracted to them.

Mason’s thick traps, cannonball-sized deltoids, massive biceps, thick forearms, broad chest, and thick lats—everything was on display. Bryce couldn’t take his eyes away from his 350-pound muscle beast of a roommate, and there was more to discover. As he looked lower, Bryce noticed Mason’s legs stretching his pajama pants to the limit, and the bulge caused by the big guy’s soft dick made his mouth water. When he saw the massive, soft dick chubbing up and causing more ripping sounds to echo through the room, Bryce could barely contain his excitement.

“Dude, you look great. I mean, you only need to buy new clothes. I told you last night: It’s time to upgrade sizes,” Bryce said, trying to act cool about the scene and approaching to take the remaining shreds from Mason’s upper body. “You should know that regular clothing can’t cover a 350-pound body.”

“350 pounds? What are you talking about? I weighed 190 pounds just two days ago!” Mason shouted, and he felt his dick throbbing as it started to get hard, causing more tears to appear in his pants due to his thick thighs, hardening dick, and enormous muscle ass. “Bryce, you can’t just not notice I’m too big.”

“You should’ve thought about that before signing up for the gym and working so hard to achieve this. But it’s fine; you look good and hot,” Bryce said, as he heard loud ripping sounds coming from Mason’s lower body, meaning that the pants had finally given way too, leaving Mason almost naked as his dick rose in full glory.

Looking down, Bryce saw Mason’s dick growing and hardening until it was 25.5 inches long. Mason’s jaw dropped to the ground when he noticed how big he had grown, but at the same time, it was evident he was excited. With a devilish grin on his face, Bryce took off the remaining parts of Mason’s pants from his body, leaving the big guy fully naked and in a clear state of shock.

“Now, that’s what I call a super hot big guy,“ Bryce said, and he walked around Mason to give the huge muscle ass a hard slap. “Now, you better get dressed and get ready for work. See you later,” Bryce added as he picked up his backpack, leaving Mason confused.

“What? Wait! What—what was that? You…” Mason said, evidently confused by Bryce’s actions. It was all part of Bryce’s mean way of playing with Mason’s mind, but it was clear there was some real excitement in both of them about Mason’s muscular body. “Wait… I don’t have clothes to wear, and what do I do with this?” Mason added, looking at his massive dick.

“I don’t know... jerk off, I guess,” Bryce said, winking at Mason to tease him even more. “By the way, I think you should get some bigger balls to match that dick. They’re pretty average and should be at least baseball-sized or bigger. What about grapefruit-sized? That’s like six inches in diameter? That should work,” Bryce added, and Mason turned pale.

The world stopped as always, and Bryce smiled as he saw Mason’s stats, which he knew would be altered by his recent words. Just a second later, the world restarted, and Mason was still speechless at his new size and the possibility of getting bigger balls along with the massive dick.

Bryce looked at his roommate, who was clearly in shock and approached to give him a quick kiss on the right cheek, leaving both of them confused. As Bryce walked away, he wondered why he had kissed his roommate’s cheek. He tried to forget about Mason’s body, but he just couldn’t. The impressive body remained stuck in his mind, and the kiss felt strangely good.

As Bryce walked down the street on autopilot, his mind still busy thinking about Mason’s body, he stumbled upon something big and hard. Then he heard something falling to the ground. As Bryce came out of his trance and looked up to see what it was, he saw the angry face of a big guy looking down at him. Bryce looked down to the floor and saw a cup and a white, creamy liquid spilled all over the guy’s feet.

The big muscle man turned around to face Bryce, making the shorter guy tremble in terror as he noticed the man was almost as tall as Mason and had huge muscles, though not as huge as Mason’s new body.

“Look what you did, you tiny little piece of...” the big guy said, attempting to punch Bryce’s face but failing. “I’ll teach you to be more careful when a real man is around.”

“No, no… I’m sorry, I-I.” Bryce stepped backward, trying to find a way to escape. “I think you’ll lose 100 pounds of muscle if you punch me,” Bryce added without even registering his own words, and the world stopped immediately.

Bryce sighed in relief as he saw the big guy’s fist had stopped just a few inches from his face. Bryce moved away, looked at the impressive physique of his attacker, and realized it was the perfect opportunity to teach that guy a lesson. He knew that meant his own body would shrink, but he just wanted revenge.

Looking at the guy’s stats, Bryce saw he was 6’3” and weighed 260 pounds, mostly muscle mass. Apart from the 100 pounds he had already taken, with a devilish smile, Bryce decided to make his attacker shorter by taking a whole foot from his height. Bryce also took 4 inches from the guy’s 6-inch-long hard dick and reduced his balls to 1 inch in diameter. Blinded by his power and his need for revenge, Bryce completely forgot about the consequences his actions would have on his own body.

Getting everything done, Bryce moved away from the big guy’s sight, and the world restarted, leaving everybody confused since Bryce had just vanished from their views. He only continued his walk to his workplace and let his mind go all crazy with power.

When Bryce arrived at the office, he noticed his coworkers were very different. Since Gary wore very snug clothes, the 20 additional pounds that Bryce had added the day before made his muscles bulge in all the right places. At 5’11” tall and weighing 170 pounds, those extra pounds made a big difference in the size and shape of his body. Even in the way he walked around the office, it was clear Gary was more confident. The only problem was that his clothes were barely holding on. The top buttons of his shirt were struggling to stay together due to his bulging pecs.

Wilson’s clothes looked smaller on his body, and he was also more confident. At 5’8” and weighing 154 pounds, he was about 12 pounds heavier than Bryce, and for the first time, they didn’t look like a pair of sticks greeting each other.

Finally, when Bryce saw Paxton, his eyes shot open in surprise. He looked amazing. At his 6’3” height and weighing 210 pounds, Paxton reminded Bryce of Chris Hemsworth’s physique, and it was clear the big guy was enjoying his new body. The way he moved and the way he talked shouted out confidence.

Bryce waited for any of them to say something about their new sizes, but they seemed still shy about it. It was evident they had noticed the changes in their own bodies, but since they weren’t aware of the changes in others’ bodies, they preferred to pretend that nothing had happened.

Once Bryce had delighted enough while looking at his coworkers, he asked about their new boss and was gladly surprised when Paxton informed him that Mr. Jasperson had called in sick because of some allergic reaction. Bryce laughed because he knew the real reason why Mr. Jasperson wasn’t there. The only sad part about his absence was that Bryce couldn’t shrink him even more.

“So, what do we do without the boss here?” asked Gary, who flexed his biceps on purpose to show off.

“Our regular work, I guess. Mr. Jasperson is not here, but we still have things to do,” a very responsible Paxton replied.

“I’d say we just relax and have some fun,” Wilson said, sitting on his chair, placing his hands behind his head, and, for the first time, his friends could see some definition on his biceps.

“Oh, believe me, we’ll have lots of fun,” Bryce said as he thought about his friends growing, and the world stopped. “We’re getting into the big leagues this time. I need to regain the size I took from the guy on the street. Fuck, I think I overdid it with him, but you guys are going to help me,” Bryce added, aware that he needed to give a lot of size to retain some of his size.

As good as Bryce was with numbers, he couldn’t estimate how much he needed to give to retain his current size or gain some muscle, so he decided to get everybody huge and get huge himself. Bryce started by adding 4 inches to Wilson’s height and 96 pounds of muscle to make him look pretty big everywhere. Also, Bryce gave him six extra inches of dick and doubled the size of his balls. It all sounded like a lot, but Bryce knew he needed to go big with his friends to get big himself.

Then, Bryce focused on Gary. His clothes seemed to be about to burst everywhere, but what really caught Bryce’s attention were his friend’s pecs. Bryce started by adding 100 pounds of muscles, with 10 pounds specifically added to his pecs, to see Gary’s chest blow up. Then, he gave Gary three inches of height and six inches of dick. It also sounded like a lot, but he was sure Gary would enjoy it.

Bryce’s mind was so focused on getting his friends super big to grow his own body that he wasn’t even thinking about the consequences this sudden growth would have for them. So, when it was time to change the already big Paxton, Bryce could only think of how amazing Mason looked and how good Paxton would look at that size. Bryce gave Paxton 140 pounds of muscle while keeping his height, and he also gave him six inches of dick and doubled the size of his balls.

After this quick round of growth, the world restarted, and they all continued talking about random topics. Nobody mentioned their new muscles, so Bryce acted like nothing was happening. He was already excited to see the changes in his friends’ bodies, but he knew he had to wait. Also, while he looked at Paxton, Bryce couldn’t stop thinking about Mason, and a part of him just wanted to grow him even more. His mind was consumed with desire and lust for his huge roommate.

**

Hours later, on his way home, Bryce made some quick stops to grow four random guys he crossed paths with. They were pretty skinny, and Bryce had seen them around before. They all seemed to be nice guys, so he decided to give each one of them 100 pounds of muscle and a massive bubble butt to one of them who already had a great ass. Bryce just needed to make sure he would grow as big as possible, so giving those guys some size sounded like a good idea.

Then, as he arrived at the apartment, he couldn’t hide his excitement about seeing Mason’s body again. The place was quiet, and Bryce thought Mason was still at work. He started cooking a quick dinner for himself and noticed they were running out of food. As Bryce cooked, he constantly looked at the door, waiting for Mason to walk in in all his magnificent glory. However, Bryce heard a noise coming from Mason’s room instead, making him realize that his roommate had already arrived.

“Mason, are you here? I thought you were late or something,” Bryce said, slowly opening Mason’s room with a plate in hand as an excuse to see his roommate. “I cooked you something. I-I…” Bryce became speechless as he saw a fully naked Mason in bed, half asleep, with his hands on his dick and a thick layer of cum all over his pecs and abs.

“Bryce, please help me. I-I can’t make this hard-on go away,” Mason said, almost whispering. “I’ve managed to cum because my dick is so sensitive, but it’s so hard. Please, help me,” Mason said, almost begging.

“What are you talking about? I’m not jerking you off. Well, maybe I could... no, no, no,” Bryce said, but sat next to his friend. “Just relax; it has to go soft at some point.”

“It does, but it gets hard again in a few minutes. It’s been hours, and I lost track of how many times I’ve cum during the day,” Mason said as he pulled Bryce in a hug, like trying to feel better by hugging him. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I think I’m radioactive, like The Hulk. I’m… fuck… I’m so horny and so big, and yet... I want to get bigger because I know you like it. I’m losing my mind,” Mason added, sobbing and hugging Bryce tighter.

“What? Well, you could always get bigger if that’s what you want. I surely enjoy the view,” Bryce said, not paying attention to Mason’s fear but only listening to his desire to get even bigger. As the world stopped, Bryce looked at his roommate and pondered for a few seconds about his next course of action. Initially, he wanted to teach Mason a lesson, but since he felt those huge muscles so tightly pressed against him, he wanted to make Mason as big as possible to enjoy the view.

Bryce looked at Mason’s stats and hesitated for a few seconds. It was clear Mason hadn’t gone to work since he was jerking off all day, which was a problem. However, Mason said he wanted to get even bigger. Bryce gave the subject some thought and finally decided to be a good friend and do what Mason truly wanted. Bryce’s desire for revenge had already been fulfilled, and now he just wanted to grow his guinea pig to unprecedented proportions.

“Okay, Mason, let’s give you what you really want,” Bryce said as he read his roommate’s stats and started giving him size everywhere.

...

[crazychaoticizzy]

hear me OUT

we have a nightmare and cant sleep and every noise startles us, so we text german!armin that we cant sleep and in not even 5 minutes later hes at our place helping us sleep (me last night fr)

armin helps you sleep

When you’re unable to go back to sleep after having a nightmare, you’re surprised that Armin comes to help you

ARMIN X READER

CONTENT: fluff, you’re unable to sleep, Armin is German, reader’s race isn’t specified but they know Spanish, I’m also fairly certain this is gender neutral? Not sure might have slipped a she or something somewhere lmk if I did, hints of insomnia if you look really really closely, this can be read as a part two to Google Translate, but it’s not necessarily

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

a/n: BCOQNPS YES OMG THIS IS SO CUTE IM LISTENING BRO

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You jump in your sleep, waking abruptly to find yourself still laying in your bed. You look around for a moment, assuring yourself that nothing seems amiss before exhaling and closing your eyes again.

You’re not entirely sure what you had dreamed about, but you knew it was enough to startle you. The dream disappeared almost as soon as you woke up, but it left behind a lingering feeling of somebody watching you…

The clock read 2:05 am. Too early for you to get up and start your day.

You tried falling back asleep, but you felt even more unsafe with your eyes closed. You wouldn’t be able to see if anyone came up on you…

You jumped slightly at the wind pushing a branch against your window. You let out a breath of relief when you realized it was nothing, attempting to fall back asleep.

Not even a minute later you heard scratching, which continued on for a few moments before you heard footsteps scampering away. A squirrel.

You needed to calm down. You’re getting in your own head and freaking yourself out. You can feel your heart hammering in your chest.

You decide to take a small walk around your apartment, getting out of bed and turning on the lights before pacing a few times. No more sounds were heard, and you had calmed down a bit so you decided to go back to sleep.

Upon getting comfortable, an airplane flew over your building, scaring the living daylights out of you. You let out an exasperated breath, laying on your back for a moment before grabbing your headphones.

You played an instrumental playlist you had, hoping it would calm you down and you could sleep again.

Except you kept pausing it every couple of seconds because you keep hearing noises.

You eventually decided to veto the music idea, putting your headphones back on your nightstand before checking the time.

2:57 am.

You had already been up for almost an hour worrying about nothing.

You grabbed the plastic bottle from your nightstand and drank, but that only woke you up more.

You definitely weren’t getting to sleep anytime soon.

You mindlessly began scrolling through TikTok, continuously sending your boyfriend the links to watch when he wakes up.

What completely slipped your mind was that he was the world’s lightest sleeper, and that your messages were the only ones that came through the do not disturb barrier he had on at all times.

You quickly opened his messages to apologize, forgetting what you were originally going to do as soon as the keyboard was staring at you.

Instead you went on a bit of a rant about why you were awake, adding in some lighthearted and friendly vocabulary to make it seem like it wasn’t a problem.

bro i had the wildest dream

i dont know what it was about but it was kinda scary ngl

i kinda forgot it when i woke up

anyways every sound has been scaring me for the past hour and i cant go back to sleep 🥲

it’s ok tho cause i dont have anything to do tomorrow

i think

maybe who knows

anyways i’ll leave you alone and let you sleep sorry about that

please go back to sleep dont worry about me

ily amor <3

You clicked off your phone, determined to no longer text Armin and bother the little sleep he gets.

Except not even five minutes later you heard the hinges on your front door creak, and soon after you saw Armin in your doorway.

He was still wearing his pajamas, a white T-shirt and black sweats, and he looked exhausted. You couldn’t see him well in the dim light of your room, but you could tell he was tired by his sluggish movements.

“Armin,” you said, sitting up. “I told you not to worry about it and go back to sleep.”

“No, it’s fine.” He yawned, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth. “I couldn’t sleep anyways.”

He had a mild German accent during the day. You couldn’t hear it unless you were listening for it or he was speaking German, but now, while he was tired and delirious, it was much more prominent.

He took a couple steps to your bed, holding something out to you. “Here’s salt for your weird tradition thing.”

“It’s not weird,” you defended, taking the salt shaker from his hand. “Armin, go back home and sleep. I’m fine, I promise. You don’t need to worry about me.”

He shook his head, humming. “Nope. I’m already here.”

“Then take my bed and sleep. I’ll go in the living room so you can rest without noise or disturbance. You sound tired.”

“I’m wide awake, mein Schatz. I’m not tired.” He yawned again, turning to walk out of your room. “I’m gonna make you tea.”

You sighed, removing the blankets from yourself and standing up to follow him into the hallway. “Armin, go to sleep. It’s obvious you’re tired, and you don’t get much sleep anyways. I don’t want to make you get less than you already do…”

He turned, suddenly wrapping his arms around you and lifting you up. He walked back to your room, ignoring your continuous protests. He laid you back down, hovering above you for a moment.

“I don’t mind not getting sleep if it’s because of you.” Looking at his face, he didn’t seem tired. His blue eyes were clear and wide open, but you could see the light circles under them from this close. “Du bist meine Liebe, und ich liebe dich mit meinen ganzen Wesen. Let me do this for you.”

Sometimes when he was tired he forgot words in English, so he spoke to you in German. You didn’t know what he was saying, and it often times didn’t matter since it was mostly babbles about how much he loved you, but you sometimes got the basic jist of it.

“I feel bad, though. You already don’t sleep great,” you said.

“And that’s okay. I want to do this for you, so let me.”

You stared at him for a moment, admiring the look he had in his eyes and the way his jaw was set.

“Fine. But promise you’ll lay down and get sleep after.”

He softly smiled at you. “I will, mein Schatz.”

He left a lingering kiss on your forehead before pushing himself up and leaving your room. You heard a few things knock together in the kitchen, and you let out an exasperated breath. You almost hated that he was always so willing to sacrifice his own well being for yours.

Armin was carrying a light blue mug when he came back. You sat up as he set it on your nightstand.

“Thank you,” you said. You grabbed his hand as he was pulling it away from the mug, leaving a soft kiss on his fingertips.

He smiled at you. “Did you eat some of your Voodoo-Zauber salt?”

“Amor, I swear to god it works and it’s normal.” You jokingly rolled your eyes, reaching for the salt shaker. “But no, not yet.”

Armin shrugged, climbing over you to lay down beside you. “I don’t know. I sounds like a quick way to get dehydrated.”

“You drink water with it, pendejo,” you joked, laughing as you poured a small amount of the fine white salt into your palm.

“How dare you call me a pendejo.” Armin laughed, moving under your blankets and wrapping an arm around your lap as you took the salt like a shot. “You’re so pretty, you know that?”

You smiled as you brushed your hands together and reached for the mug on your nightstand. “You’re very pretty, too,” you replied before taking a sip of the lavender tea. You gently rubbed his arm while returning the cup to its position, readjusting yourself to lay down beside him.

He moved his arm to your waist, pulling you so you laid flush against him. He rested his head against your chest, breathing in your scent.

“Ich liebe dich.”

You smiled, kissing the top of his head. “Yo tambien te amo. Now go to sleep, okay?”

He nodded, softly kissing you. “You, too.”

You hummed, beginning to run your hands through his short blond hair to help him doze off. He did so quickly, his soft snores being the only sound filling the air.

You smiled, leaving a ghost of a kiss on his head so you didn’t wake him before allowing yourself to fall asleep as well.

this was such a cute idea thank you so much <33

also y’all, is the salt thing normal??? do other people like eat salt when they get startles or nervous to calm themselves down??? cause it’s something i do and only recently realized that no one i know does it

im also realizing my warnings for these things are getting a bit unhinged i apologize for that

anyways hope y’all enjoyed

-Izzy <3

[lvrhughes]

Guitar lessons | J. Drysdale

word count: 0.6k

pairing: Jamie drysdale x f!reader

summary: coming to visit Jamie, but when Trevor calls for help, it’s time for you to teach Jamie guitar yourself

warnings: none! pure fluff

requested: no

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You could hear the strum of the guitar from outside, it was out of tune and formed wrong.

“Oh God” you mumbled under your breath, before walking into the the house.

“Y/N SAVE ME!” Trevor yelled at you as you walked in.

“What happened?”

“The guitar.” Was all Trevor said. You giggled walking towards your boyfriends room, where the horrid strumming was coming from.

“Hey Jam”

“Y/n/n!” He finally put down the guitar to open his arms for you to jump into. And you did dragging him back onto his bed.

“I think Trevor wants to kill your guitar” you warned Jamie, he just laughed.

“Oh I know, he’s tried.”

“Wait he’s tried?”

“Oh yeah, once time I came back home and he was on the roof with it, said he tried throwing it off but he couldn’t. Felt too bad.”

You laughed. Trevor had genuinely tried.

“Okay c’mere baby.” You said sliding off him and sitting on his bed. He followed sitting beside you. You grabbed his guitar.

“Follow what I do, okay?”

“Okay.” You could tell he was eggar, he knew you could play but you had never played for him.

You put your hand into the chord of G. You turned to show him how your hand was set, then strumming the chord. It sounded so good to Jamie, he knew he’d be playing it wrong before.

“Okay,” you handed the guitar to Jamie, “you saw that, now you try.”

He put his hands where he remembered you did, you corrected him a bit but for the most part he was correct, and strummed.

“OH MY GOD I DID IT!” Enthusiasm was radiating off him.

“SHOW ME ANOTHER PLEASE” So you obliged. You showed him simple chords and helped him memorize the hand placements.

You and Jamie were in his room for almost three hours, you could tell he was passionate about his and decided to learning it, so you helped him. By the time you had deemed it was more then enough guitar for the day he had learned G, D, C, and E chords.

“Baby we have to go show Trevor!”

“Okay Jams, let’s go” he was like a excited puppy, he grabbed his guitar and your hand, pulling you both out to Trevor room.

“What the fuck?” Was the first thing Trevor said when Jamie ran in, pulling you behind him.

“Listen, listen!”

“Oh no” you heard Trevor mumble, a small laugh leaving your lips.

Jamie sat on Trevor’s bed, pulling his guitar where he needed it and placing his hand in the right position. He played through all the chords you taught him, Trevor had a presently surprised look on his face. You smiled looking at Jamie, he was so focused, it was adorable to you.

“That was actually good” Trevor said when Jamie stopped, shock lacing his tone.

“Thank you” Jamie beamed. “We’re going now, it’s time for cuddles.” Jamie ended, grabbing you and his guitar again and returning to his room.

You laughed as he threw you on his bed, following shortly after putting the guitar away. He basically fell on top of you, quickly he nuzzled into you.

A content sigh left his lips at the warmth from your bodies. His eyes shut as you ran your hand threw his hair.

“Baby if you keep doing that I’m going to fall asleep.” Jamie mumbled against your chest.

“Good, you need some sleep. We’ve been playing for over three hours.”

And he did, he fell asleep not even ten minutes later, you following in suite.

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“Attention” - Cirrus/Phantom

Kinktober day 1: Pegging

I wrote this on my phone so it’s unedited, also first time posting smut?!? Be nice, also I apologize in advance- Anyways enjoy :3

How did he get himself into this situation? Sat down bare on his knees, the cold, wooden floor under him wet from the pre that gradually leaked from the tip of his-

That morning, Phantom woke up with the severe need for attention. The little voice in the back of his head was practically screaming, begging for it. He decided to make it his mission of the day to get as much attention as he could from his pack mates. He thought everyone was going to be easy, if only he knew how wrong he was.

He was one of the only ghouls who rose before the sun, always up before everyone else no matter what. His first victim of the day, Rain.

The only reason the water ghoul gets up so early is to take care of himself. He does everything he needs to do before properly starting his day. That’s why he always looks so damn good. So, with his target locked in, Phantom started his journey to Rain’s room. He approached the door, gently knocking against the wood with cold knuckles. A quiet “It’s unlocked” came from behind it, inviting him in.

A smile spread across Rain’s face as he watched the quint slip into his room, closing the door behind him. Without a word, Phantom simply crawled into the bed and plopped down onto Rain. “What’s wrong, baby?” Phantom shook his head, looking up with a small smile. “Just wanted some early morning cuddles? Is that it?” Phantom nods, letting his head fall onto Rain’s chest with a happy chirr. “Well, who am I to say no?”

Phantoms day continued like this. Making breakfast with some head pats from Swiss, a sugary sweet make out sesh in the greenhouse with Mountain, one-on-one guitar practice with Dew, gossiping with Aurora while she braided his hair, and a nice long nap with Cumulus- but he was still missing one person. Cirrus, who was completely focused on paperwork and ignoring everyone.

“Cirrus, can we watch a movie or something?” The only response he got was the shake of her head. “Why not? Don’t you wanna spend time with me?” She looked away from the papers she had scattered about, a hint of hurt in her eyes. “Of course I do, Ant, but I still have work to get done. Do you think you can wait?” He pouts, but plops down onto the floor beside her and nods. “Good boy, just try to be patient for me.”

He tried, he really did, but he wasn’t known to be patient. Only five minutes passed before he began pestering her again. “Can’t you just.. finish it later?” She sighs, sounding a little frustrated, but doesn’t turn her gaze away from her papers. Phantom groans and rolls his eyes, murmuring in infernal. He thought he was quiet, quiet enough to where Cirrus couldn’t hear him. “I can hear you, Ant. This will be your only warning.” He scoffed and turned around. “What are you gonna do about it?”

The sound the ghoulette slamming her pen down made him jump. “My room, now. You know how I want you. You sit there and you wait.” He didn’t argue, he couldn’t. The tone of her voice and the glint in her eyes already has him chubby in his now overly tight jeans. He quietly stood, escorting himself down the hall. As soon as he entered the chilly room, he stripped himself bare, folding his clothes neatly and sitting on the icy wood floors. There he waited, now very patient.

Ten minutes later, the door opened with a click and Cirrus slithered her way in, cooing at the sight of the ghoul before her. He sat on his knees, hot and heavy between his spread thighs, with his arms behind his back. “Now you want to listen? Fucking brat.” She gripped the sides of his face, forcing him to look up at her. His eyes were red and puffy, a few tear stains down his cheeks- and she could lie and say he didn’t look pretty like this, but she couldn’t deny the heat gradually growing within her.

“Fuck you’re so pretty.. Too bad you had to act out, now I’ve got to punish you for it.” She noticed how his cock kicked, a blurt of pre dripping onto the hard floor below them. “Up and onto the bed.” He did as she said. Now on all fours, presenting himself to her. “Good boy.” She praised and he shuttered. She rummaged through her nightstand for the bottle of lube she kept, popping it open and slicking up three fingers.

The first went in easy, the second she had to work in, and the third took Phantom’s breath away. He writhed and moaned from the pure pleasure of having three fingertips pressed against his prostate. “Please, please, please touch me-“ She chuckled, removing her fingers and nearly drooling at the way his little hole clenched around nothing. “You’re lucky I prepped you, I choose tonight.” Phantom gasped, immediately knowing what she meant.

She hummed, rummaging through that drawer. The drawer everyone knew of and what consisted inside it. She pulled out one of the biggest straps from her collection, slipping on the harness and securing it around her hips. Cirrus looked up, grinning at Phantom’s terrified expression. “If you’re going to have an attitude, I might as well fuck it out of you.” She noticed how tense the little quint became, so she slid a soothing hand up and down his back. “You can handle it, I know you can. If you’re good for me I might reward you.”

He nodded and she lubed herself up, pressing gently against his awaiting hole. Pressing in inch by inch and watching her not-so-innocent victim was her favorite part. Watching their faces contort in pain mixed with pleasure, watching them fall apart-

She lived for it.

Phantom held his breath until Cirrus bottomed out, gasping for air that’ll burn his lungs when she did. Before he could speak, she was already ramming into him with a brutal speed. The only thing he could manage were the little “ah, ah, ah”s that fell from his lips. She cooed, running sharp claws into his hair and pulling back to see the blissed out expression on his face. “C-Cir-“

“So sensitive, so pathetic.” He wailed as he came. Thick, white ropes covering the soft blanket below him. Cirrus didn’t slow her steady pace, laughing as the quint whimpered from overstimulation. “Oh, baby, you thought that was it?” Phantom nodded as both of his arms collapsed, sending him face first into the bedding.

“I’m just getting started.”

[choccyhearts]

Sweet Talk - Saint Motel // Steve Harrington x Reader

Note: When I hear this song I always think of Charlie and the Waitress from IASIP so I based the dynamic in this off of that <3

CW: Creepy/stalker!Steve (so please read with caution), Steve being persistent to date reader, fem!reader

Summary: "Steve just wants one date with the girl who doesn't care about him at all... (Steve pining hard)"

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"You could yell "Piss off! Won't you stay away!" It'll still be sweet talk to my ears"

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"What the hell is wrong with you!?"

Steve couldn't find the words to answer you. Usually, he was quick to spew out a flirty answer that would further annoy you, but for the life of him, he was frozen. Mind completely blank, empty.

Well, not completely.

He was focusing on how cute your eyebrows looked pressed so close together, how flushed the apples of your cheeks are, and how the fluorescent lights shined against your eyes.

"Just move!", you push him away from the knocked over display. You were fed up with Steve and his shenanigans. It was one thing to mess with you when you were out and about but another thing entirely to come to your job just to pester you.

"God, are you stalking me now?", you ask as you pick up the knocked over cans of food.

"N...no", he says slowly regaining his senses. He kneels down and begins helping you.

Today, he decided to visit you at the grocery store you worked at. Head over heels isn't strong enough to describe how infatuated Steve is with you. He felt a strong connection when he first met you at Family Video. He was lost for words and it was so bad Robin had to cut her break short to ring you up.

Ever since, Steve has done anything he can to try to get a date with you. However, he just doesn't realize this "connection" he feels is one-sided.

He's picked up more shifts just to wait and hope you come around, taken coincidental walks around your neighborhood, and found out where you work through Robin, who you've become friends with.

Robin warns him to cut the shit, and that he needs to accept you aren't going to reciprocate his feelings but he still has hope. She had to pry away the flowers he bought for you for Valentine's Day because she knew it was creepy.

"You two aren't even dating! Don't give her those!"

When you came into the store to rent a couple of movies for a night in by yourself he nearly jumped over the counter to get you to go on a date with him.

"A gorgeous girl like you shouldn't be alone on the most romantic day ever!" You proceeded to shove him away by the forehead.

When you spotted him at the store you tried to hide, hoping he wouldn't see you. He spent thirty minutes walking around until he caught you trying to quietly back out of an aisle.

"Hey! Funny seeing you here!"

You grimaced, slowly turning to face him.

"Can I help you with anything, sir?", you did your best to sound polite.

"Well, I'm just here to get a few of things -- choclates, sparkling wine, flowers, you." You rolled your eyes and rubbed your forehead.

"Steve, how many times do I need to reject you for you to understand?"

"I just want you. You're my dream girl, I know we're destined to be together", Steve reached for your hand and you pulled away.

You scoff, "Ha, no we aren't. You know nothing about me."

You walk to another aisle to try and shake him off. He, like the dumb lost puppy he is, followed.

"Just one date! Anywhere you want, however long you want! Let me prove myself to you! I can do so much for you!" He touches your shoulder and you jerk away.

You go into another aisle and he follows again.

"I'll do anything for you!"

"Then go away!"

"Please, I'll be the best boyfriend! And later, the best husband!"

You burst into a fit of giggles at the insanity coming out of his mouth. You turn and look at him. He smiles at you but slowly realizes you're laughing at him, not with him.

"Why don't you love me?", he says lowly.

"Steve, I don't even like you!"

He went to lean against a shelf and tripped, knocking over a display of canned food.

Your day was already not going well and your creepy stalker making your job harder was not what you needed. And that's when you went off on him...

He watches as you slowly start stacking the cans.

"I'm sorry...", his voice cracks.

"No you aren't."

"I am, I am sorry. I just don't want you to be mad at me."

You glare at him as he gives you puppy dog eyes.

"Why are you so obsessed with me?"

"Because I'm in love with you!"

"What do you love about me?"

Steve instantly perks up, handing you more cans.

"Well, your hair looks so soft and shiny, and it's always styled cutely. And, your eyes are pretty even when you roll them at me. And, your smile is so cute, I love seeing you giggle with Robin--"

Even though it's usually because you're making fun of him to Robin, you think.

"And your voice is so sweet, I could listen to it all day. And you're not afraid to speak your mind. Plus you're strong which is kinda cool, like all those times you push me away by my forehead."

You finish stacking the cans and stand up. Steve hurriedly stands and tries to brush off your clothes but you swat him away.

"Steve...", he looks at you with a smile. "You sound like an insane person. Now go home."

You cross your arms and stand your ground. He sighs and walks out, slumped over a bit with a pout on his lips.

When you get home after your shift you find a bouquet of flowers and a card sitting by your door. You already know who they're from but curiosity gets the better of you.

Once you're inside you read the card.

"Hello beautiful,

I'm sorry about our fight. Sometimes I'm just dumb. I really do love you. To make it up to you, how about a date this weekend? I know you have Saturday night off :)

- Steve"

You groan and toss the flowers and card into the trash.

(This fic went in such a different direction than I had planned and now I kind of want to make this an ongoing series because I have lots of ideas for this creepy/lovesick/stalker!steve...)

[slipping-through-my-fingertips]

In My Head, I’m Yours

AO3

Chapter 3: Talk Fast, Romance

It took Annabeth a minute to realize she wasn’t in her own bed. The sheets were softer and she was warm. Usually, her room had a slight draft when she woke up. When she opened her eyes she saw where the heat was coming from—Percy was laying beneath her, his right arm slung around her bare waist.

She closed her eyes again, not wanting this to end. If she could, she’d stay in his bed forever. Forget architecture, she belonged right here in Percy’s arms.

The room smelled like someone had cracked open a window in a beach house. From what she could see, it was clean too. Just one chair in the corner covered with school books and several hoodies; everything else had been neatly put away.

Percy shifted and yawned.

“Morning,” she whispered.

He grinned, “good morning.”

Annabeth tried to sit up but Percy pulled her right back down. She snuggled into his neck.

“Do you have any idea where my phone is?” She murmured against his skin.

“I think I plugged it in last night so it wouldn’t be dead when we woke up.”

He reached over to his nightstand and pulled a phone off the charger.

“Here you go.”

It was nine am. Thalia likely wasn’t awake yet. Annabeth wasn’t sure if Leo made it back to their place last night or if he ended up going home with someone like she did. But Annabeth didn’t want either of her roommates to wake up and find her missing.

She texted Thalia.

Annabeth: went out for coffee and books! Hope you’re not too hungover

Maybe on her way home she’d swing by the bookstore just so her cover did its job. It wasn't unusual for Annabeth to get lost in a used book store for hours; Thalia wouldn’t question it unless she didn’t come home with at least one new book.

Normally she wouldn’t lie to her best friend but she really didn’t need the teasing of her having slept with Percy. When Thalia and Jason got back from California, she’d tell her about her one night stand.

Though she didn’t want to admit it, she needed the time to figure out what sleeping with Percy meant. Even though they hadn’t met before last night, he was intertwined with her life. He was in a band with her childhood friend, who was also Leo’s best friend, and her best friend’s brother. They were probably going to see each other again and Annabeth didn’t want it to be weird when they did.

Plus, she liked Delphi’s music. She didn’t want to be the girl who fucked one of the lead singers. Annabeth just wanted to be a girl who loved their music and maybe was friends with the band.

Gods, she should’ve thought about this last night before she decided to complicate their relationship by having sex. But she was buzzed and Percy was so hot.

He was even hotter with the bedhead that she helped construct. Annabeth ran her hand down his chest. She couldn’t feel the bruises she left there but her mind remembered exactly where they were forming. And she didn’t mind the trip down memory lane of Percy’s abs.

It was from swimming, she knew. He had told her all about the swim team. Found his love for the water early on in life, music came later. He had always loved the guitar but it wasn’t til he met Piper that he realized they might be able to make something of it.

Percy was a senior at Goode College in Manhattan studying marine biology (“If we don’t become rockstars, my fall back is working at an aquarium.”) with a minor in music. He told her about his songwriting class and how he hadn’t realized how much structure was involved in it but Delphi’s songs had benefited greatly from it.

Annabeth wanted to watch his swim meets. If sweaty singer Percy had made her want to jump his bones last night, she could only imagine what a speedo and chlorinated water droplets would do to her.

Her stomach growling broke her thoughts. Percy chuckled and stopped playing with her hair, “should I make some pancakes?”

Annabeth sat up, “pancakes?”

Percy sat up too and smiled, “I know what you’re thinking: he sings like an angel, looks like a god, and he cooks, Percy Jackson is the total package. And you’d be one hundred percent right.

She slapped his chest but it didn’t stop her cheeks from reddening, “shut the fuck up.”

Percy shrugged, “you didn’t say I was wrong.”

Damn him.

…

Percy meant it when he told Annabeth he could cook. Growing up it was just his mom and him; together in the kitchen trying new recipes was the best part of his weekends. But his favorite days were rolling out blue chocolate chip cookies and getting to lick the bowl clean afterwards.

His pancakes were perfectly golden brown, topped with chocolate chips, and maple syrup.

“I also have whipped cream if you want it,” he offered, passing a plateful to Annabeth.

She was sitting at his counter wearing his shirt from the night before. He wondered if she bothered with underwear. He also wondered if they could repeat last night before she inevitably left him alone again.

He liked living alone for the most part. It was his senior year and he was tired of bothering with roommates. If campus apartment housing wasn’t cheaper than actual Brooklyn apartments, he would’ve just moved in with Grover. But some days he was lonely. No extra noise to fill the space.

Sometimes he was almost excited at the prospect of moving back home with his mom after graduation. It would be nice to be there to watch his little sister, Estelle, growing up. She had already started kindergarten and Percy could feel those formative years slipping away. They FaceTimed all the time though, Estelle would beg Paul or Sally to “call Per-ski” so much so that Paul had changed Percy’s contact name to Per-ski. Estelle hadn’t really nailed his name just yet.

Annabeth moaning shifted him back to his thoughts of last night. Him breathless on top of her, trying so hard not to finish before getting her off just one more time. Her arching her back and him holding down her hips from between her thighs. Annabeth pulling him up for a kiss and flipping them over with Percy still inside her.

“These pancakes are so good, what the hell did you put in them?”

“Secret recipe,” he joked, zipping his lips and throwing away the metaphorical key.

“I’m going to need access to that,” she said, finishing her last bite.

Percy still had a whole pancake left on his plate but with the way Annabeth was looking at him. Heat in her eyes. He didn’t care one bit how hungry he was, he was ready to work up an appetite instead.

Annabeth didn’t end up leaving his place until 3 pm. They napped together for a couple hours, after all they had a late night. Percy made grilled cheeses for a late lunch. He thought maybe it was all in his head but she didn’t seem to want to go.

He wanted to kiss her again before she left but Percy wasn’t sure if it was appropriate. He did manage to awkwardly ask for her number. They did run in similar circles and were bound to end up in the same room again. If they were going to meet again, he hoped they could be friends since he was in no position to push for more.

Annabeth was way out of his league and Percy counted himself lucky she allowed him in her presence for this long. He wasn’t going to press.

At least, not directly.

That night, Jason found Percy sitting on his living room floor scribbling lyrics on a yellow legal pad. Jason had let himself into the apartment, Percy usually left it unlocked when he was home during the day.

“Um, Perce? I brought dinner.”

Percy looked up then, Jason had a bag from their favorite Chinese place. Shit, what time was it? He didn't realize it was already dinner time. Last night, Jason and he had made these plans.

“Sorry, man. I lost track of the day. Let me get some forks.”

Jason ended up sitting on the floor too. Eating lo mein straight out of his container.

With his mouth full, he asked, “what’s the song?”

Percy swallowed and pulled the paper closer.

“It’s rough but something like…” and then he started to sing.

I don’t wanna think about a moment with you

I’m kinda hoping for forever

Percy hummed the melody. He knew there were some lines still missing.

Goddamnit, we look good together

“It’s good, do we have a chorus yet?” Jason asked.

Percy shook his head. “I only just came up with this today.”

“It’s a great start, do you want to loop Piper in?”

“Not yet, let me work on the chorus first.”

Jason agreed and then launched into the shenanigans he and Leo got up to last night while playing their new version of pool.

Percy was thankful that Jason didn’t immediately assume the song was about Annabeth. Maybe it wasn’t as obvious as he thought.

[primofate]

Genshin Modern AU - Stress and Comfort

Summary: Woke up late. Missed a class. Forgot that assignment due. Another one due in two days. People are downplaying the things that you do. It’s raining and you don’t have an umbrella. Sometimes the little things pile up all in one day and it feels like all you want to do is to get it over with... and your boyfriend to make everything better.

Warnings: crying, stress, mood swings, other than that it’s fluff

Characters: Kaeya, Zhongli x gn!reader

Notes: Also a commission <3 Thank you for the love. Once again if you want something written for you I have cheap rates XD and I’ll always accommodate to your wants! Just leave me a message!

Kaeya

“Hey, Y/N, do you know how to write this part of the essay?” It wasn’t as if you were a particularly good student. But somehow, the people in your class liked asking you because you were accommodating. Ready to help with a smile on your face. Always there to turn to and rely on. “Yeah, it’s just like this…” and you spend nearly an hour explaining it.

“Oh gosh, I don’t think I can finish this part of the presentation tonight, something came up at home,” Group projects were sometimes difficult too. You understood. Things happened, but when they happened, you’d be the first one to say, “It’s okay, I’ll take care of it,” Even though the presentation is tomorrow, even though you barely get enough sleep for the next day. A part of you just wants to quickly get it over with.

“You said this would come out on the test… It wasn’t even there…” The worst part of it is not even receiving any thanks. It’s the way that they look at you when you make a mistake, despite all of the good things you’ve done for them, one mistake, and they make you out and guilt you to be a bad person.

“Your analysis is all wrong, Y/N. This part over here…” Sometimes the price of that was paying with your own grade. You try to listen as the lecturer explains a part of your essay. You’re listening, but it just doesn’t register in your mind. Something about misunderstanding the concept. Those concepts that you’ve tried so hard to remember and to understand. In the end they were all mixed up and confused.

Perhaps the lecturer sees the deflated look in your eyes, and ends quite happily. “Just do better in the next one!” pats your back and lets you leave, handing you your essay graded with a C.

Do better in the next one. Easier said than done.

You shove the paper in your bag without giving it a second glance.

The cafeteria. It was slightly late for lunch but you like it that way. There weren’t a lot of people at this time, which meant you didn’t have to fight for seats. Still, as you put in your order and bring your tray of food to the nearest seat that you see, you somehow bump into someone who topples over your chosen lunch, the tray completely doing a flip and landing on your chest, then on the ground with a plop and rattle.

There’s an ugly stain on your shirt. Forget about hiding it, it had to be washed. “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry,” and yet they can only stare at the stain. What else could they do? Dabbing it with wet tissue would just make it worse. “It’s…fine,” you wave them away, but you leave the mess on the floor in a hurry and in an embarrassed state.

You sigh once outside again. Deciding that today was enough, you make your way home.

Even then, as you sit at your study table, all washed up and changed, sketching a little something on your tablet, your mother stands at the door, observing.

“…What does that do for you?”

You jump a little in surprise and turn, looking at her blank expression. “What does what do for me?”

“That, your drawing. You’re always on the computer or tablet Y/N. If not that, then your sketchbook. That’s all you ever do,”

You turn around because you don’t want to argue. You don’t want to hear her complaining about how you do nothing but stay in all day after lessons and play games and draw. It was one of the biggest forms of comfort you had for yourself and yet she--

“Maybe try a part time job or join a club or some—”

“Mom, I’m still trying to adjust to uni,”

Why does no one understand how difficult it is to juggle the classes and do all the readings required? Why do I have to do so many things all at the same time? Can’t I do it when I choose to and when I’m ready? Can’t I do things that I enjoy?

“The degree you chose won’t even pay the bills…” You hear her mutter as she walks away. Footsteps receding into the hallways.

You push your tablet away and lay your head face down on the table. You’re trying not to lose it and finally, whatever higher being up there hears your plea to give you a break.

A phone call from Kaeya comes through.

“…Hey,” you answer.

“Hey, hun. You haven’t been replying to my messages,” there’s a lilt of playfulness in his voice. He just thinks you’ve fallen asleep or taken a nap at home or something.

“…Yeah, I—” You try to explain. You try to say that you weren’t feeling well. That you didn’t feel like talking. But would he understand? Everyone today seemed to be against you. “I just, fell asleep,” You lie and there’s a few seconds of silence on the other side.

“…You sure?” Now there’s a hint of unease in his voice. The playfulness is gone. “You ok? Do you want me to come over?” Somehow he senses that it isn’t just “falling asleep”. His simple worry and caring attitude towards you breaks whatever composure you had left. You accidentally let out a sniffle as tears start to pool in your eyes.

“Hey… You don’t have to talk to me, but I’ll come over right now, okay?” The sniffle was enough to tell him that perhaps something had went wrong. You couldn’t help but let out a few more sniffles as tears slowly trickles down your face.

“O-okay,”

Minutes later your blue-haired boyfriend shows up at your doorstep. Despite your mom being a little hard on you earlier, when she opens the door to see him, she smiles and says. “I think they were having a bad day, I might have been a little harsh on them too,” Kaeya only grins and points a thumb to his chest. “No problem, that’s what I’m here for,” He’s still wearing his volleyball jersey.

He knocks softly on the door, “Y/N?” there’s a plastic bag in his other hand.

When you open the door your eyes were already a little red around the edges, but seeing him made your lips tremble and fresh tears fall out. “Shh… You’re okay.” He wraps you in his arms, plastic bag rustling, his hand smooths your hair down and the other rubs your back as you cry out your frustrations for the day.

The two of you stay there for what seems like a long time. You hiccupping into his chest and trying to calm down. At some point he moves the both of you on the bed and lets you curl up against him. When you finally ease up, he pulls away slightly to look at your face, then brushes away the wetness still lingering on your cheeks. “Feel better?” He whispers, as if being too loud will break you again.

You smile a little and nod at how gentle he was being. He smiles back and leans in to press a kiss on your forehead. “You’re doing great, Y/N. Whatever it is, just talk to me when you’re ready,” and it hits you so hard how much he’s willing to just be there with you, even though he doesn’t know what’s happening. How he wasn’t going to judge you for what you say or what you do and your face crumples and grimaces into a face that tells him you’re trying not to cry. “D-Did I say something wrong?” He’s a little startled, but you laugh a little through small droplets of tears that you wipe away by yourself. “No, you idiot. I’m just happy you’re here,”

He sighs and relaxes, taking his own hand and pinching your cheek, pulling at it a little. “Who’s the idiot? Crying and laughing at the same time?” He was joking, of course. He’d only do so when he knew you could take it. You swat his hand away with a slight glare, and he knows that he’s got a little bit of the normal you back. “Alright, come on, here,” He suddenly sits up and presents the plastic bag that he’s been holding all that time.

“Ice-cream, your favourite flavour,” rummages into it and takes out a tub the size of two fists, a little damp from the melted moisture. He’s got spoons in there too. Slowly, as you eat the tub together, you tell him about what’s been going on in uni. How people just expected you to help when you could. How you got nothing in return. How you try really hard and they somehow still end up piling on negativity into your life.

“…It’s okay to help, Y/N,” he thoughtfully says, mouth muffled cause his spoon was still in his mouth. “But don’t forget to take care of yourself too,” then he scoops another bite. “…But even if you don’t…it’s okay,” he looks up at the ceiling. “If you don’t take care of yourself…Then I’ll do it. That’ll be my job. Forever,”

You lay your head on his shoulder as he says this, still eating from your spoon “I love you,”. He smiles and presses a soft kiss atop your head. “Love you too. I’m always just a phone call away, babe,”

Zhongli

“Is there something on your mind? You’ve been quiet for the past hour,” Nothing slips by Zhongli. He’s observant. He knows you don’t feel like eating by the way you’re picking at your food. Knows that you don’t want to talk because you don’t even meet his eyes.

“…Nothing, really,” You just didn’t have the energy to talk about it.

He feels as if this date has gone awry, and he didn’t even know where he went wrong. Though, if he had to guess, it wasn’t his fault. You were just in a particularly bad mood. Not that the two of you were anywhere fancy, it was just your usual sit-down restaurant at a mall across the university.

To him, the right thing to do was give you the space you needed. So, after walking you to your room that night, he’d wait till the morning to contact you. Imagine his surprise when none of his calls go through. None of his texts were returned. He was beside himself with worry when suddenly, near the afternoon, he finally gets word from you.

“Sorry Li, I feel a little sick today. Don’t worry though, I’ll be fine in no time,”

You’re bad at lying. Or was he just good at reading you? You tend to have the habit of withdrawing when you’re out of energy. To give too much without any regards to your own state, your own feelings. Sometimes you don’t realize that you had to watch over yourself too.

It’s nearly 8 at night when he knocks at your dorm room. Zhongli went through a few steps to make sure your roommate would be out tonight. It was from them that he found out you hadn’t left the room at all today, but that you weren’t sick.

“Oh… Zhongli,” You’re surprised at the amount of things he’s holding. There’s a plastic bag that seems to nearly be popping and in his other hand was a mysterious paper bag. Under his arm he’s tucked his laptop with him. He lived in the dorms too, and if someone saw him now, it would look as if he was moving into your room. “You could’ve just asked me to come over to yours,” his eyes trail away, a certain brown-headed roommate pops up in his mind.

“No, Tartaglia’s in tonight,” You make a sound of understanding. His roommate was rather…special. Too energetic for your tastes, and sometimes nosy. “What do you have there?” You ask and invite him in. He chucks the plastic bag on your bed, lays down the laptop on your table along with the mystery paper bag. He notes that you’re already in your sleepwear, which was perfect. He starts to take out a throw blanket from the plastic bag and a hoodie.

“…This..is?” You’re a little baffled by what he’s trying to convey. “…My throw blanket that you like so much…and you said you like wearing my hoodie,” then he points at the laptop. “Do you want to watch a movie in bed? I have popcorn too,”

Then you realize that he’s trying to make you feel better. He’s figured out that you weren’t really sick, possibly just mentally drained. You smile at him and lean in for a hug, to which he responds to by wrapping his arms around your back and whispering. “…I’m not…really good at these things… Tartaglia said it might make you feel better…” You chuckle in his embrace and could imagine the kind of conversation they had.

“You’re the best Zhongli,” he secretly smiles while rubbing your back up and down. He doesn’t ask questions as to why you’ve been acting the way you do, but you’re the one who offers him the answer. “It’s just school… Too many things have been piling up… My class they… They’re really nice people you know? But just… there are times where I wish they would stop asking me for help, but it feels so selfish of me… I have my own things too, but they never think about that…”

It’s always about them, you want to say, but keep your mouth shut. He runs his hand through your hair gently, internalizing the things that you’ve said. “…I see… Would you like to hear what I think?” He’d ask first, because he knew sometimes that you didn’t really want an answer. You just wanted to be listened to. You nod against his chest, you could feel his heart beating from the closeness. “I think, you’re a very selfless person, Y/N,” he places a kiss on your head. “There’s nothing wrong in wanting to take a break from time to time, you deserve it,” and he guides you over to your bed, wrapping the two of you up in his throw blanket. Laptop on, popcorn in the mystery paper bag as you put his hoodie on. It smells just like him.

His back leans against the wall and you’re in the safety of his arms. You’re practically in his lap, encased in his scent and warmth. He’d managed to prop his laptop up on a pile of books and the two of you watch a random movie on the screen. You were paying attention to it, but you couldn’t help but be more interested in the way his chest rises and falls. You can feel him against you, and the comfort it brings is like no other.

You turn away from the screen and rest your head at the nape of his neck. He looks down, movie still playing and asks “Tired?” You shake your head, eyes closed. “No, I’m just enjoying this…” There’s a small rumble from his chest as he lets out a small “Mm,” his eyes are glued to your face. Movie forgotten.

“…Y/N, I’ll always… be next to you,” Your eyes flutter open a little to look up at him, curious. “…Always?” He nods his head firmly to confirm, and you lean up a little to press a sweet and quick kiss on his lips. “Even when I’m not my best and I’m moody?” He chuckles at that and responds with a remark that might have slightly brought tears to your eyes.

“Especially when you’re not at your best, I’ll be there. Just call,”

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[imthebadguyyy]

A/N - based off of this sinful photograph

Suggested listening - Wildside by Normani and Kiss It Better by Rihanna

Wildside

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!littlemix!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You've been on tour for a while, and you miss your loverboy. But when he surprises you on tour, its bound to get spicy.

Warnings - smut (not well written)

The snap of hips. The soft groans and moans. The sound of pants. The sound of Rihanna's 'Kiss It Better' blaring through the walls. The bed knocking against the wall as Lewis's hands squeezed your hips, the intensity of the thrust pushing the bed against the wall. The high pitched moan that left your mouth as you reached your high, eyes closing as stars exploded behind your eyelids, as your boyfriend came right after you, your walls clenching as he came. Even after reaching your high, you didn't want to open your eyes, far too consumed in the earth shattering pleasure that was coursing through your veins, until a soft hand reached to pull your chin up, soft brown eyes looking into your own, clouded with lust and euphoria.

Pulling your mouth into his in a heated kiss, Lewis moved his hand to rest on your bare stomach, squeezing your tummy softly as he deepened the kiss. Pulling away he let his head droop onto your bare chest. "That was.." he began, far too blissed out to think of an adjective. "Godly" you said, chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to come to terms with the intensity of your orgasm. Laughing he leaned back up to kiss your nose, before standing up and walking to the bathroom. You heard the tap running, and the sound of the dustbin opening and closing. You closed your eyes again, the aftershocks still coursing through your body.

Opening them again slowly, you saw Lewis walk towards you, towel in hand, and a lazy smile on his face. He gently cleaned your thighs, finishing with kisses on both of them. He reached up and wiped your torso, which was gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, before running the towel over your nose, cheeks, eyes and mouth. He dropped the towel in the clothes hamper near the bathroom door, pulling on his boxer shorts and and pulling out one of his t shirts from the cupboard. "What about the clothes on the floor" you piped up, finally beginning to wake up from your post pleasure state. "When did it get so messy?" He said, spotting 5 different clothing items in 5 different corners of the room. "When you decided to run your hand up my dress in a restraunt" you replied, throwing him a fake glare.

"You liked it" was his cocky reply, smirk spreading over his face as you flushed and ran a hand through your hair. "I did not" you lied, watching as he raised his eyebrows. "Oh really ? Thats not what you were saying 5 minutes ago- oh wait, you weren't saying anything at all. You were too busy moaning my name to say anything else-" "OKAY fine I loved it. Now shut up and bring your fine ass back for cuddles"

*-*-*

That was a month ago. Now you've been away for nearly one and half months, away with the girls on the LM5 tour. You loved touring, it was the best part of being a singer, getting to see the music you girls made together come to life on a stage in front of thousands and thousands of screaming fans. It was a thrill like no other. The only problem was that you were away from home. Distance was never an issue for the two of you, after all, he was a Formula 1 driver. It was very rare that he was home, except during the breaks and the gaps till race weekend, but ever since you two had started dating, he tried to be with you whenever you could. Sometimes, your shows would be in places where the races were too, and then he'd definitely turn up. But it was a difficult thing to do all the time, and some nights on tour were spent pulling all nighters as you talked to each other on the phone, till one of you eventually fell asleep.

But you knew when you started dating him, this wouldn't exactly be a regular relationship. The two of you were doing your dream jobs, and they were both extraordinary. And you were willing to put in the work you had to put in to make the relationship work, and you did. Yet here you were in Madrid, feeling heartbroken and desperately wanting your boyfriend by your side. It had been a rough couple of weeks, you were jet lagged and tired, and although this was the second leg of the tour, and you had had a break, it was tiring. It was hard going to bed every night alone, when all you wanted was to cuddle your boyfriend.

Little did you know, Lewis was feeling the same. In fact he had missed you so much, he had told Angela and his publicist to cancel all events for a week, while he flew out to Madrid to see you. He had missed you, he had missed you more than he could put into words. But he also wanted to surprise you. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled down to Leigh Anne's contact, and sent her a text.

Lewis, Leigh Anne

Hey. Is Y/N asleep ?

Hey! No, she's in an outfit fitting.

Okay that's good. I need your help with something.

Sure how can I help ?

I want to surprise her by coming to see you guys in Madrid.

Oh thats wonderful ! She's been a little down in the dumps. I think she misses you.

I miss her too.

Let me know when, and I'll send a car to pick you up.

I'll be there on Saturday. Landing at 3:15 and I should be at the hotel by 4:30. Then I can get ready and surprise her at the show.

Okay done. I'll send the car around 5:30,so you can rest for a bit. You should be here by 6. The show's at 6:15.

Thank you! Can't wait : )

I'm so happy youre coming to see her ! I'll let the girls know.

*-*-*

As soon as he had finished texting, Lewis decided to start packing, the prospect of seeing you again sending a buzz of happiness running along his veins. God, he had missed you a lot. He turned to Roscoe, the dog sitting by his feet, looking up at his dad with his head cocked to one side. "I'm going to go see Mumma, Roscoe" he explained, smiling as the doggo barked in response. He wouldn't be able to take him to Madrid, he'd have to leave him with a dog sitter, but he couldn't feel too bad about it, since he had had Roscoe with him even when you were gone. And besides, Roscoe enjoyed the dog creche. He couldn't wait for Saturday.

Later in the evening, he sat down with a glass of wine, while the ringtone of your FaceTime rang through the empty house. After a few more seconds of ringing, the call was picked up, your tired face coming into view. "Hi darling" he said, noticing the tiredness in your eyes, and how much you were struggling to keep them open. "Hi bubs. Did you finish eating?" You asked, rubbing your eyes. "No, I've ordered soup" (did anyone get the reference ;) "Oh okay" was the reply. "What about you? What time is it?" "Its 9:20 AM" you replied, gently rubbing your eyes again, forcing yourself to stay awake.

"9:20? Thats pretty late baby. Why are you still sleepy?" "We were recording till 4 AM, so Im functioning on like 5 hours sleep right now" "Oh damn. Go back to sleep then baby" "Can't, rehearsal" was you reply, making him furrow his eyebrows. "Okay I guess. But don't tire yourself out" "I won't" "I love you" he said, smiling at you. "I love you"

*-*-*-*

The Madrid show was always a fun one. The fans were loud and you loved it. They were one of the best crowds you girls ever played for, and the show had its own adrenaline and excitement. But it was difficult to give a 100% when you were tired, but you really tried, you did. During Power, you hit highnotes you didnt think you could, during Woman Like Me you danced like there was no tomorrow. During Wasabi, you brought your sass level up to a 1000. It was during Bounce Back that you caught sight of a very familiar face in the audience. Unable to actually grasp if you had actually seen Lewis, you turned to Jade, who was on your side, and looked back at the crowd and back to her, asking for confirmation.

The smirk she gave you was answer enough. After that, focusing on giving an excellent performance increased tenfold. Every swirl of your hips, every flip of your hair, every wink you threw at the audience, it was all five times sexier. In the crowd, your boyfriend was well aware of what you were doing, and it was fair to say that you were succeeding at it. He could feel an uncomfortable sensation around his pants region, as his cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants. He couldn't wait till the show was over, and you two could have a show of your own.

*-*-*

"That was amazing darling!" Lewis said, spotting the 5 of you in your dressing room. "Oh look its Mr. Loverboy!" Perrie said, cackling as you rolled your eyes at her, before running up to your lover and jumping into his arms. "Hiya Bub! I missed you!" "I missed you too love. That's why I surprised you. I couldn't stand another day without you at home" he said, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you stable as you jumped into his arms. A chorus of "awws" echoed throughout the room, as the girls watched your cute little interaction. What wasn't cute however was the comment Lewis made in your ear, hiding his face in your ear so that the girls couldn't see. "I can't wait to get back to the hotel. I saw the performance you were putting on for me baby. You have no idea how hard I got, how uncomfortable I was standing in front of so many people when all I really wanted to do was fuck you"

You could feel your mouth become dry, and your heartbeat quicken, and you could feel the area between your thighs become wet. You tightened your grip around him, letting your crotch rub against his very softly. "I think it's time to go" you mumbled against his ear. "Okay girls, as lovely as it was to see you, I think it's time we go back to the hotel. I'm pretty worn out from travelling as well" "Yeah I'm pretty tired too" you replied, faking a large yawn. "Alright then, we'll see you guys tomorrow!" Leigh Anne said, leaning forward to give you a hug. After you finished hugging all the girls, the two of you made your way to the car, eagerly waiting to get back home.

The car ride home was tense. The tension was apparent in the air, reverberating through the air, choking you in a way you revelled in. The air was thick with tension, and it was suffocating you in the best way possible. It was almost too much to take. When the hotel came into sight, you practically leapt out of the car, and rushed to the door, an equally ruffled Lewis beside you. But he was not going to give in to you so easily. He enjoyed seeing you flustered. And he was not a person that gave someone what they wanted when they asked for it,no. He was going to have you desperate for it. Smirking to himself, he made his way to the reception, grabbing you by the waist as he went.

Throwing him a confused look you followed, slightly frustrated. "Hello sir, how can I help you?" the man at the reception asked, eyes going slightly wide as he recognized the two of you. "Hi! I just wanted to ask, till what time is your pool and spa open?" He asked, sliding his hand down to the back of your dress. "The pool closes at 10 pm sir, and the spa at 9 pm. We open the pool at 7 am and the spa at 11pm"he replied, struggling to maintain his professionalism as he spoke to one of the best drivers in Formula 1. "Alright thank you. And what time does breakfast start?" Lewis asked, hand pressing down on your ass, ever so discreetly. "Breakfast is from 6-10 am sir" "Thank you so much"

Next to him, you were fuming. Of course he was going to ask questions to which he already knew the answers to. A painful throb between your legs made you let out a small whimper, and the man at the reception looked at you with concern in his eyes. "Ma'am are you alright?" He asked, eyeing your stiff posture and tense state. "Yes, just tired, thank you" you replied, a little stiffly, but it was hard to concentrate when Lewis's promise of fucking you senseless kept replaying in your mind. "Alright then, good night" Lewis said, biting back a smirk at your flustered state. He knew getting you all riled up would lead to some seriously earth shattering sex, and he couldn't wait. But first, he definitely wanted to tease you, to push you over the edge, just a little more.

Your room was on the 16th floor, and as the two of you made your way into the elevator, he eyed you up and down, eyes lingering on the curve of your breasts. The minute the door shut, he pushed you against the wall, capturing your lips in a steamy kiss you'd be remembering the next day. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing hard, eliciting a moan from your lips. The moment your lips parted, he was pushing his tongue into yours, his other hand coming up to pull on your hair roughly, relishing in the gasp that left your lips. As suddenly as he started, he stopped, pulling back and standing almost nonchalantly against the wall.

Trying to wrap your head around what happened, you gripped the wall with your hand, feeling your legs grow weak to a point where you felt like you couldn't stand on your own. You could feel your wetness dripping, threatening to run down your thighs, as the throbbing became even more painfully exciting. You looked down at the floor, eyes closing as your frustration grew more and more by the second. Finally, with a little 'ding', the elevator stopped at the 16th floor. The moment the door opened you stepped out on wobbly legs, trying your best to walk properly. But of course, that wasn't going to happen. As you turned one long corridor, Lewis suddenly grabbed your waist, pushing you against the wall again, to reach down and suck on your neck. You let out a gasp, and tried to run your crotch against his, but the retaliated with a slap to your ass, smirking when a high pitched moan left your lips. Lifting you up against the wall, he mumbled against your ear "the key card" your clouded mind was unable to process the words, too consumed by slight relief you were getting. "Get the key card baby" he repeated. This time you noted it, reaching down to his pants pocket to pull out the key card. You couldn't resist running your hand over his cock, feeling how rock hard he was. The thought of him fucking you senseless returned, and you let out a groan.

Grabbing the card from your hand, he opened the door, propping you up against the door in your bedroom. His eyes were filled with a raw, animal desire, as he dropped the card on the floor and reached up to unzip your dress. He ripped the zipper down, your dress falling to the floor in a crumpled heap. He locked his eyes on your heaving chest, hand reaching up to grab your chin, pulling you in for a searing kiss. His hand slid up your torso, reaching behind to unhook the red lacy bra you were wearing, letting it drop to the floor as he took in the glorious sight in front of him. You waited, wanting him to just touch you, but he just stared, eyes looking into yours, clearly saying "beg for it"

You couldn't help the soft "please" that left your lips, too desperate for some sort of touch. "Please what?' Lewis said, tightening his grip on your waist. "Please" was all you could say again, nearly whimpering again at the rough look in his eyes. "Use your words baby. Now, please what?" "Please just touch me!" You finally gasped out, moaning loudly when he licked a stripe down your chest before taking your right tit into his mouth. His hand fondled the left one, running his thumb over your erect nipple, the rough pad of his thumb sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His mouth sucked on the skin of your tit, before moving down to bite down on your nipple. You gasped again, pain and pleasure coursing through your body as his tongue ran over your nipple over and over till it nearly felt raw. He switched his actions, moving his mouth to your left tit instead, letting his hand harshly fondle the other. He continued the same process of biting, licking and sucking, till he was satisfied with himself. "I fucking love this baby. Seeing you all wet and needy for me. So what do you want? My mouth? My fingers? My cock? Or does my baby want them all ?" He asked, watching as your pupils dilated and you let out a strangled moan.

You let your crotch rub against his thigh, gasping when the friction went straight to your core. "Look at you darling. I asked you what you what you wanted, and you picked my thighs? Well, I want to see you dripping. I want to see you cum on my fingers, my mouth, my thighs and especially on my cock. I'm going to make you cum over and over and over again till you can't even stand on your own fucking legs. I want your thighs to be shaking around my head. I want to see you moan and groan and scream my name so loud, by tomorrow everyone in this hotel will know my name, because you'll spend all night screaming it" you moaned again, his words going straight to your core."Please Lewis, God, just make me cum please!" The desperation of your cry was enough for him to carry you to the bed, dropping your body onto the soft mattress.

He pulled of shirt, unbuttoning every button so you could see him do it. He could see your eyes grow dark, as his compass tattoo came into sight. You had told him it was one of your favourites, and he had used it against you ever since you had told him that. Smirking at you, he climbed onto the bed, lying down between your legs. You pushed yourself up against the headboard, spreading your legs wide for him. His eyes grew dark, as your core came into his view, shimmering with your juices. A near animalistic growl left his mouth, the sound hitting your core. He moved so that he was situated right in front of your core. He let his eyes take in the sight of you in front of him, snapping back to reality when you let out a groan of frustration. Throwing you a devilishly reassuring smile, he inched neared and nearer, till his nose was nearly touching your clit. Then he just lay there. Not moving. You could feel your heartbeat hammering against your chest, chest heaving up and down, an alarming intense feeling growing in your tummy. Finally, when it became too much you let out a small scream of frustration "Oh for fucks sake Lewis please just fuck me!" Your outburst brought a smile to his face. "Oh I will. Just not yet" and with that, he ran a finger along your slit, before finally slipping it into you. You let out a moan, finally getting the friction you had been desperate for. His fingers circled your clit, thumb gently pressing down, before he removed it,only to slam it back down on your sensitive clit, earning a scream of pleasure from you.

He slipped a second finger into you, scissoring around your clit, as your desperate cries of "oh, oh baby! Fuck, fuck lewis-" were lost in the heat of the moment. He leaned his head down to your core, letting his tongue run along your slit too, before licking around it, collecting your wetness on his tongue, before letting it harshly circle your clit. You bucked up into his mouth, feeling his tongue wrap around your clit. He sucked the nub harshly, his fingers still moving in and out of you. "Oh God, Oh GOD, Lew-I- oh! Oh God!" Your broken moans were music to his ears as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You could feel a strange intensity growing in your stomach, feeling a lot stronger than your usual orgasm. The band in your tummy was threatening to snap, but you needed that something more to help it snap. That something more came when Lewis sucked your clit into his mouth, letting it rest in between his teeth, before flicking it with his tongue.

With a cry of "Oh fucking hell, Lew-" you camr gushing into his mouth, your juices coating his fingers and gushing onto his tongue, as he let you ride out your orgasm on his deadly skilled tongue. Well, he had got his wish. Your thighs were shaking around his head, as your body tried to come to terms with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your body. Looking down, you saw him with his painfully hard cock, grinding down on the sheet, as he let out a moan at the relief the bedsheets gave him. Raising an eyebrow, you patted your thigh, signaling him to come over to you. "You loved on me so well bubs. But I can see how hard you are. Do you want to use me to get off?" You asked, watching the effect you had on him. All he could do was nod, as you sat up on your knees. "Stand up" you ordered, getting up from the bed as well.

You walked over to the wall, letting your body rest against it. Somewhat confused, Lewis followed you, standing in the space between your legs. "I tried to get off using your thighs didn't I? I think you'll enjoy it as much as I did. So use me. Use my thigh. Get off" looking at you in pure shock, your boyfriend moved forward, groaning when you pushed your leg against his throbbing cock. He relished in the friction, slowly beginning to move against your leg, moaning when he began to rub against your leg. He began to hump your leg faster, as the pleasure began to build up in his body, before you reached your hand down to cup his length in your hands, moaning when you realized your fingers didn't quite meet. You ran your fingers along his length. You pumped him, letting your thumb circle his sensitive tip, eliciting a soft whine from him. You circled faster, moving down to your knees, and letting your tongue run up his shaft very softly. Above you, Lewis slammed his hands against the wall, groaning when you took him into your mouth.

But a part of him still wanted to cum inside when he was fucking you (in a condom, because wrap it before you tap it) so he pulled you back up, smirking when you whined. "I know baby, but I just really wanna fuck you now. Back on the bed please, unless you want me to take you here against this wall" practically running, you clambered onto the bed. You watched as Lewis pulled out a condom, ripping the packet open before climbing back on top of you. He let his hand rest on your hip, eyes temporarily losing some of the animalistic need that had been present in them. Leaning down, he connected your lips together in a kiss, a searing, intense kiss that took your breath away. "Ready love?" He asked, looking into your eyes, looking to see if there was even a slight hint that you didn't want this. But you did.

With a sudden jolt, he thrust himself into you, groaning when your warm walls clamped down on him. His hips thrust into you, starting off slow, letting you adjust to his massive length. "My sweet baby,taking me so well. Does it feel good?" You couldn't even respond, mouth agape, as his the pace of his thrusts increased. "Answer me" he said, suddenly stopping. Almost crying out at the loss of pleasure, you looked at him with desperation. "Yes yes, fuck it feels so good, please don't stop!" "Thats all you had to say baby" he said, before pushing in again, slowly. Then, he pulled back out. Looking at him in confusion, you gasped when he slammed back into you, a high pitched moan of "Lewis!" leaving your lips. He moved so that he had a better hold of your hips, rocking the both of you back and forth, the intensity of his thrusts was so much that the bed knocked back against the wall. What he wasn't expecting was for you to take his left thumb up to your mouth, running your tongue over it before sucking on it.

Moaning, he started thrusting into you even harder, shifting so that he was directly hitting your g spot. "Oh, God ! Oh fuck, Baby that feels so good please keep going keep-oh!" The cry that left your lips was so loud, you were sure Perrie in the room next to yours had heard you. "Fuck baby, you take me so well" Lewis said, as he nearly hammered your g spot. He was so, so damn close to cumming, and when you leant up and bit a sensitive spot on his neck, he came, gushing into the guard between you two, but he wanted you to cum to, so he reached down to pinch and rub your clit, still riding out his orgasm in you, moaning when you came with a scream. He winced when your core spasmed on his sensitive cock, and he pulled out slowly, before collapsing next to you. Panting, you curled up to him, letting your hand rest on his compass tattoo. "Okay that was Godlike" you said, earning a tired laugh from your lover.

"Yeah it really was. I missed you" he said, allowing you to nuzzle into his neck, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "I missed you too" you replied, kissing the tattoo. "I love you too" As you lay there together, still revelling in the moment, your phone buzzed. Reaching over to check it, you saw your groupchat with the girls flooding with messages.

-*-*-

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Y/N, I'm filing a noise complaint. 🍆

Jade ✨ - Pez 😂 let them be. It's been a while for her.

Leigh 🦋- She really got some tonight huh? 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️- LOL she did !! And it was obviously some goooood 'some' *wink wink*

Jade ✨- I could hear em too, and Im on the other end of the hall.

Leigh 🦋 - I know I did too! Must be some damn good sex. 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Go Y/N !!

Jade ✨ - Can't wait till she reads this.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Are they still going?!

Leigh 🦋 - No 😂 she's reading the messages. Y/N!! Yoohoo!

You - yes I'm here 🖕🏽

Jade ✨ - Did you have fun babe 😏

You - ..... yes

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - babe you can't really say no because we heard you

You- Im not saying I didn't have fun. But you guys need to calm down.

Leigh 🦋 - But its funnn

You - okay byeeee ❤

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Going for a round 2 😏?

You - okay I said bye.

Leigh 🦋 - she is !!

Jade ✨ - Go babe !

You - I need to leave this group.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - No we love you !! ❤

Leigh 🦋 - Yeah don't leave us ❤

Jade ✨- Don't leave meee ! ❤

You - Haha I'd never leave you girls ❤ now bye.

Jade ✨ - bye babe !

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - bye you sexy minx 😏

Leigh - bye hun 💙

*-*-*

Smiling to yourself, you put your phone away, to see Lewis looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "Who was it?" "Just the girls" you said, cuddling back up to him. "What did they say?" Giggling, you looked up to him and kissed his neck. "They said they're going to file a noise complaint. And they asked me if we were going for a round two" "Were we really that loud?" He asked, looking at you in surprise. "Yeah, even Leigh heard us and she's at the end of the hall!" "Damn" Lewis said laughing. "Well," he said, looking at you again, with a cheeky look in his eye, "they were right about one thing" "And what is that?" You asked, smiling at him mischievously. "We are going for a round two"

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@maxverstappenx @grandestrategia (because you are worth it 🦋💙)

[xoxo-teddybear]

The Silent Treatment - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: slight angst, slice of life, crack(ish?), fluff, cursing

Summary: Bakugou is very much....an asshole. A shithead. A professional dick if you will. And Y/N, being his girlfriend is very much aware of that. So when he takes it too far, she has to make sure he learns his lesson.

A/N: just a quick lil cute thing, totally not spelled check

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“Hey babe!” Bakugou said as he walked into the living room to find his girlfriend reading a book. He plopped down next to her and just relaxed in the feeling of the soft cushion. The little shit felt like messing with his girlfriend today.

Y/N had already been having a pissy day. After arguing with her boss, forgetting a few items back at the grocery store, and losing her new pair of headphones, she just wanted some peace with her cup of tea and a good book. Now, she has her loving boyfriend to comfort her as well. This day was surely taking a turn...right?

“Hi love, need something?” You asked calmly with the most melodic voice. Your voice. His favorite sound in the world. The sound of you just put a smile on his face which is a huge oxymoron to what this motherfucker is about to say.

“Nah, just wanted to talk to my princess,” he said while resting his head on your stomach, resting in between your legs and wrapping his arms around your waist. You awed at him but didn’t notice his little devil smile. “I had the best dream last night.”

“About what Suki?” You asked while petting his soft hair.

“You.”

“Awweee,”

“Yeahhh. You went mute for the day. Fucking paradise.” Once the words left his mouth you stilled your actions and felt your eye twitch in annoyance. Your hand on his head stilled and slightly tugged at it. In any other circumstance, Bakugou would’ve groaned at the tug (kinky bastard) but he was too busy chuckling into your tummy.

You exhaled roughly through your nose and pushed Bakugou off of you in a very polite way. He rolled onto his back onto the actual couch and watched as you crossed your legs, close your book, and pick up your tea mug.

“Hmph!” Was all that you “said” as you tilted your nose to the air and walked away. Bakugou just snickered as you left. He thought it was adorable when you were mad over tiny inconveniences and thought it was hot as fuck when you were yelling at him, but today, you won’t be doing neither.

—

About 30 minutes had passed and Bakugou had awoken from his nap on the couch. He fell asleep after you walked away but now missed your touch. He sat up, stretched, and went to find you. He walked around the house until he spotted you relaxing in the jacuzzi in the backyard. He grinned at your relaxed look and went to change.

A few minutes later Bakugou had came out to join you in the hot tub. Your eyes were shut as you relaxed in the bubbling water, and so Bakugou was able to get in without being seen. He relaxed into the water as he scooted closer to you, eventually grabbing a hold of your waist.

“Hi baby,” he said as he attempted to place you in his lap but you looked at him with an unimpressed look as you scooted away. “Y/N?”

You grabbed your towel and stepped out of the tub. You wrapped yourself in the cloth as you walked back into the house, completely ignoring Bakugou as he spoke to you.

“Wha- you’re just gonna leave? I just got in with you,” he pouted. He opted to stay in the nice warm water for a bit but once you closed the door he groaned and sunk deeper into the water. He let the water go just above his mouth and right below his nose as he blew bubbles into the tub out of annoyance.

‘The fuck is up with her?’ He thought to himself.

—

Time passed and Bakugou came out the tub. He went back to his room to change into some gray sweats and a black long sleeve (and yes he pulled the sleeves up a bit because he knew you found it attractive and if y’all don’t, well I do).

He walked into the kitchen and spotted you seemingly eating dinner. He noticed a plate for him but kind of frowned at the fact that you didn’t wait for him. He saw you placed the plate on the other side of the island, far away from you, and so he pulled the plate over and took the seat next to you.

“Hey, princess? You gonna tell me what’s wrong?” He asked but you said nothing as you just ate in silence. “Silent treatment huh?” No words.

“Baby, is this about what I said? I was only kidding Y/N,” he said as he tried to wrap his arm around your waist but you pushed it off and he groaned. “Fine. Be that way, you’ll get over it. Come talk to me when you’re done acting like a brat.”

Bakugou just grunted as he ate his dinner in silence right next to you. You finished before him and walked away after you washed your dish and this time it was Bakugou who snubbed his nose in the air at you. If it was the silent treatment that you were gonna give then it was the silent treatment that you were gonna get....sorta.

—

“BABYYYY PLEASSEEEEE!!” He whined while poking at your leg. You were currently in your home office typing away at your computer doing work when Bakugou came in about 25 minutes after he finished his dinner. He couldn’t help himself. He missed you.

You continued to ignore Bakugou as he poked and shook you for attention. You gave him nothing all day and he was getting close to his limit. Please believe he wasn’t getting shit after that brat comment.

“Princessss, c’mon! It was a joke baby, let’s go to sleep, yeah?” He begged. You looked at him with a bored expression and saw his smile as you finally gave him something. You turned back to face your computer and his smile dropped again and was replaced with a scowl. “Y/N, I was just messing with you. I love the sound of your voice and I love you. So quit ignoring me and come give me love!” He demanded.

When he noticed you weren’t budging, he stood from his seat and pinched the bridge of his nose as he mentally counted.

‘1....2...3,’

He gave in and forcefully turned your chair and threw you over his shoulder. You didn’t speak to him but you squirmed and shook trying to get out of his grasp.

“Aye, aye,” he smacked your ass to get you to stop, “quit it. I’m tired, and I want sleep, and we both know I don’t sleep unless my teddy bear is with me, so shush.”

You looked at him when he told you to “shush.” As if you hadn’t been doing that all day. He just squinted his eyes as he knew what you were thinking. “You know what I mean shitty woman!”

Bakugou stormed into your shared bedroom and dropped you onto the mattress. You didn’t even try to run away. You had decided that, yes, you are indeed tired but you refused to give a certain blonde any attention. You stretched on the bed and Bakugou was in awe of your cute state but quickly snapped out of his trance when you turned on your side and gave him your back.

Bakugou got into bed along side you and scooted closer. He pressed himself against your back but once he made contact, you scooted farther away. And so, he scooted himself closer again but just like before, you scooted away. This went on about 2 more times before you scooted and fell off the bed.

“Y/N? You okay, love?” He asked as he looked down at you. You popped up from the floor, on your knees and grumbled to yourself as you vented quietly. You stood up and continued ranting as you tried to walk away to sleep on the couch but before you could get away from the king sized bed, Bakugou grabbed your wrist and pulled you on top of him. “Ignore me all you want but I’m not sleeping without my cuddles.”

You sighed as you gave in. You allowed him to hold you but you refused to speak. Bakugou rubbed circles onto your back as he inhaled your scent but he missed the sound of your voice. The sweet sound that was something similar to honey.

“Baby...I’m sorry.”

You looked at him when he apologized and raised your brow. A verbal, genuine, apology from Katsuki Bakugou? This you’ve gotta see.

“I know I shouldn’t have said that to you and even if I was only kidding......it was pretty fucking mean. ..But I hope you know I love the sound of your damn voice. I love you, dumbass. And I would never ask you to stay silent because....*sigh* ‘cuz your voice, you talking to me, you being with me, and just you in general keeps me sane. So I’m sorry. Okay? And I love you..” he said with a growing blush as he stared at you with a flustered face.

You smiled and went up to peck his lips and then give him a loving kiss. He jumped at the sudden contact but quickly melted into the kiss. He smiled as he finally got to revel in the sweet intimate moments like this. The sweet moments he’s been missing all day.

“I love you too Suki.” Oh how he craved to hear your voice. He loved the sweet sound and missed your loving tone. He pulled you in closer and just held you tight. He doesn’t plan on letting go.

“I’m so sorry. I will never make you upset like that ever again.” He bargained but you only shook your head.

“Katsuki, I was just messing with you today. I had an annoying day and that little joke just sent me over the edge but you know I never take your mean quips to heart. You’re rough around the edges but that’s just who you are and I don’t mind it. I love everything about you, even if you’re a jerk sometimes,” you teased and flicked at his nose. You giggled as he whined and tried to soothe the spot you hit. “You don’t have to censor yourself around me. Okay?”

Bakugou smiled even more. He loves you so damn much. Not only did you know he was just a little abrasive, but you accepted him for all his brunt behavior. You truly did love him. “Thanks princess,”

He sealed the deal with a sweet kiss to your temple as you giggled at the warm feeling of his soft lips. He pulled you down to his chest as you both cuddled up for the night. You sleeping is the only time Bakugou will ever be okay with you being silent. But never again will he ever allow himself to get the silent treatment.

A/N: Guys, I’m so sorry. I’ve been in such a slump and I feel like im reaching a writers block. It’s not even like I don’t have any ideas, I do! And I even have multiple unfinished pieces in my drafts but I just don’t have any motivation to finish :( sorry Cubs, don’t worry, I’ll try my best to finish them as quick as I can. Idk, should I take a break?

I’m already in the middle of a story and I don’t wanna leave those who are reading on a cliffhanger.

[apompkwrites]

I just read your story, the one with Xiao and Albedo, its really good! I love it! Is it ok if you do the same thing but with Kaeya, Zhongli, Childe and Diluc version. I can see how excited these guys are since Kaeya first appeared is clapping his hand, the way Childe call Lumine 'Hey Girlie', Zhongli with how handsome he is especially his eyes and with Diluc how mysterious he is when he appeared out of nowhere

Feel free to do it if you're not busy or you can ignore this :3

reader impact || first meeting cont.

series masterlist characters: kaeya, diluc, childe genre: fluff summary: a game has been released entitled genshin impact, consisting of otherworldly abilities relying on the basic elements of nature. the game follows the story of an interdimensional traveling twin in search of their other half. along this journey, they meet different characters that live in this world. including you. notes: i’m glad you liked it! i’m having a lot of fun writing these so expect some more coming out :D i plan on doing more first meeting hcs and then branching off to other scenarios, so if there’s something specific, please request it! also, i’ve already done one for zhongli!

kaeya's playthrough -

he's more of a variety streamer, honestly.

most of his viewers watch him because of his carefree nature (as well as his looks).

obviously, he'd do a bunch of drinking streams whenever he could where he would just talk to his viewers about whatever came to mind.

during those streams, his viewers often try to ask him questions, which are only answered in vague statements.

his gaming streams are pretty rare compared to his chatting streams, but they're there nonetheless.

his viewers jump when they hear he's planning on playing genshin impact.

just neverending messages about a character they are convinced he will love.

he's so tempted to ask but decides not to, wanting to learn who this mystery character is on his own.

honestly, he was expecting you to appear way later in the story.

he's very interested in the looming threat of stormterror.

his character lands on the ground and he leans back to watch the cutscene play.

then he hears footsteps and sees his character look to someone offscreen.

this man practically LUNGES INTO HIS MONITOR WHEN THE CAMERA PANS UP TO YOU.

you walk in clapping at a calculated pace, which is when he leans forward and stares at your character model.

"i can't believe you have the power to stand up against that dragon... that said, are you a new ally... or a new storm?"

"oh, hun, i can be whatever you want me to be."

HE'S ALREADY FLIRTING WITH YOU PLEASE HIS CHAT IS IN HYSTERICS-

he knows his chat is freaking out, so he turns to the camera and sends his signature smirk.

"now i know why you guys wanted me to play this so bad."

"(name), kaeya, you've come at the right time. we must..."

"now now, don't forget to introduce us."

"oh... right. this is (name), our cavalry captain. these two are travelers from afar."

"ooh, they're a person in charge, too?"

HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING TO HIS CHAT BUT THEY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU DO TO HIM.

he genuinely likes you. like genuinely. he's fallen deep and he doesn't plan on leaving anytime soon.

if your costume has that long v-neck like his does...

hOO BOY HE'S THANKING EVERY DEVELOPER OF THIS GAME.

anyway, he's heard that there are characters you can only obtain throguh wishes, so he's kind of nervous to find out if that's the case with you.

he just really wants you in his party so y'all can be mysterious together.

"let me show you how the knights of favonius conquer our adversaries!"

"oh, yes. please do."

his viewers can and will make compilations of him flirting with you.

ngl, he's looking forward to those.

sometimes, your voice gets all quiet and he melts when he hears that.

he will pay to have voicelines of you flirting with him--

when he enters your trial domain, he will purposely avoid completing it just in case he doesn't get to keep you.

he sees some of his viewers talking about how you're a bad character and that the other characters are so much better.

too bad, they're banned now.

no (name) slander in his chat, thank you very much.

he loves your quips whenever he uses your elemental skill.

he loves you even more if those quips are puns based on your element.

finally, he's nearing the end of your domain. when that happens, he will slowly turn towards the camera and stare.

"if they aren't a permanent member on my team, this'll be the last stream of genshin."

"let's continue our adventure, shall we?"

obtained (name): a thinker in the knights of favonius with a somewhat exotic appearance.

"okay, so we'll continue streaming genshin soon."

he'll put you in the first slot of his party, moving his traveler character to the second.

his streams will always include him flirting with you, even if you don't reply.

diluc's playthrough -

his streams are mainly bartending based, so he likes mixing drinks on stream for his viewers.

he doesn't drink them, though. he gives them out to his friends and family once the stream is over.

it's pretty rare for him to play games but he'll do an occasional gaming stream if his friends and family don't want any drinks.

his chat always makes fun of him because he's a bartender that doesn't like the taste of alcohol.

he's very blunt, so he's not afraid to drop a game immediately if he isn't interested.

in fact, that's almost what he did with genshin.

it's not like the game is bad or anything, diluc just didn't care for it because of all the hype his chat shared.

he keeps playing, though, because someone promised he would really enjoy a character that comes up in the prologue.

granted, it's over an hour or so but it doesn't matter--

when he gets to the domain teaching him how to use cryo, he hates every minute of it.

he hates the character he's given and just wants to leave.

the demo character is one he doesn't really care for, especially because he's the type of person he dislikes coming to the bars he works at.

his chat is laughing at him when they reach the end because the cutscene continues with the character he hates.

he feels a bit better when he learns the abyss mage is in the domain because he gets to see and hear something that isn't the cryo character.

then he meets you.

you run into the domain out of nowhere, quickly defeating the abyss mage and tossing it towards the corner.

"knights of favonius... always so inefficient."

his chat goes insane when your character appears, especially because of how dumbfounded diluc looks.

he's known for not really emoting and it's the same case for this scene. however, his chat knows he is in love with your character.

he takes a few minutes when he's kicked out of the domain but he clears his throat and looks over at the camera.

"i'll be streaming this game again soon when the others don't want any drinks."

YOU SINGLEHANDEDLY SAVED THIS GAME FROM BEING TOSSED AWAY WITHIN A MINUTE OF APPEARING

THE POWER YOU HOLD OVER THIS MAN AND HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME--

cut to after he's stolen the lyre and is sent to the tavern.

he's a bit excited because he gets to visit mondstadt's tavern but then--

"master (name), this is this week's accounts."

"they're back."

HE'S SO NONCHALANT BUT WE ALL KNOW HE'S FREAKING OUT

he gets second-hand embarrassment when venti talks to you asking for the... least conspicuous table.

he's kinda sad when your character is suspicious of him, but he understands.

when the knights leave the tavern, he really wants venti to just shut up.

please you're embarrassing the man.

when he hears how you feel about him joining the knights, he is so willing to quit--

man just wants you to be proud of him and trust him :((

he's relieved to hear that you will help him and you don't hate him.

please give him validation--

childe's playthrough -

man is still rich he can do whatever he wants.

his gaming streams would definitely be pvp based games. honestly, just any game where he can fight someone, he'll play.

his chat also has a few little games they like to play together like guessing what the hell this man does to have so much money--

also his siblings crash in on his streams sometimes :D

those are pretty much the only times you'll see him be soft and not so competitive.

teucer likes crashing his streams to show off his plushies :))

anyway, genshin time!

he definitely tried to fight paimon the first time he loaded the game.

please expect lots of genshin stream from this guy because he needs to make his team deal the highest damage he can get.

also his wallet doesn't even have a dent in it despite all of the money he's spent on characters and weapons.

please sir what do you do for all that money

ok so onto your first meeting

he was really excited when the exuvia fell during the rite of descension because he thought he would get to fight whoever killed the great archon of liyue.

he really wanted to fight the millelith but then his chat convinced him to dodge them first.

one of his viewers explains that there's a character they know he'll like and he was very... intriguied to say the least.

he moves forward in his chair once his character is heard by the millelith, prepared to fight the various soldiers surrounding him.

"hang on, sweetheart. i've got this."

this man will squeal when you flip over the stairs in front of his character.

he doesn't know who you are and what you do but he knows for a fact that you are his new favorite character.

you take down all of the guards in two seconds, leaving him (and his in-game character) dumbfounded.

"come with me."

"o-okay..."

he's smitten.

he absolutely loves the way your character fights even if he met you about... a minute ago.

his siblings definitely come into his room to check on him because he's so quiet.

once he realizes you're a part of the harbingers, he's even more obsessed.

he hates the options the game gives him when he needs to respond because 2/3 of them are insulting you.

anyway he really likes listening to your voice.

he will give anything to hear you call him sweetheart again.

his chat informs him that the traveler he chose changed the nickname you give him, which makes him very happy.

when you send him off to talk to the other adepti, he's kind of disappointed he doesn't get to hang out with you.

but when he gets back to you...

"welcome back, sweetheart. how was your trip to jueyun karst?"

HE'S SOFT ALL OVER AGAIN PLEASE KEEP CALLING HIM SWEETHEART!!!

when he learns you're rich just like him... he gets all pouty. his chat, of course, wants to know why.

"... i want to be able to spoil her."

PLEASE HE'S SO IN LOVE WITH YOU <3

[hangovercurse]

Until You Fall Asleep

After moving in with the crew to help cure your quarantine boredom, you find a new way to deal with your insomnia.

Request: “Could you please do a Colson fanfic where you're a friend of the gang and you move into their house for quarantine so you're not alone. Colson finds out you have terrible insomnia and starts staying up to keep you company and you gradually start sleeping in his bed because it's the only place you seem to actually sleep. You start to get really close through these late night chats, watching films, sharing stuff and opening up to each other... Friendship starts to develop into something else. I need some fluff to see me through these sleepless nights! 🙏😘 Thanks!”

Colson X Reader

Warnings: cursing

Word Count: 3487

Living with your best friends during a nationwide quarantine seemed like a good idea when you agreed to it, but after the 5th night of wandering the huge house late at night because you couldn’t sleep, you were starting to think you should’ve stayed where you were. At least at your own place, you didn’t have to worry about sneaking around so as not to wake anyone up.

Luckily, no one seemed to notice that you woke up earlier than everyone else in the house or went to sleep later. Or if they did, no one said anything.

Day five

Tonight hadn’t been going so well. You had tried showering, you hadn’t eaten for at least a few hours before trying to sleep, you turned your lavender diffuser on, you’d even tried yoga. Nothing helped, and you were left staring at your ceiling.

Frustrated and uncomfortable, you rolled out of your bed, sock clad feet pattering across your room and slowly pulling your door open. You made your way through the house and out to the pool, letting the cool night air wash over you. A deep breath fell from your lips as you began to pace around the deck, hoping to tire yourself out enough to sleep.

After a few minutes, you heard the sliding glass door open, looking up and finding Colson stepping out with a blunt in his hand. He smiled tiredly at you, “you’re up early.”

You raised an eyebrow, “what time is it?” You figured it was 4, maybe 5 am.

“Almost 7,” he looked concerned, “you okay?”

You were trying to figure out how you managed to stay up until 7 am without a wink of sleep, “yeah, just couldn’t sleep. It’s cool though. Why are you up?”

Colson lit the blunt as he spoke, “couldn’t sleep either.”

Day eight

You found yourself curled up on the couch, reading a book at 5:30 in the morning after hours of trying to fall asleep. You swore if you stayed in your room a second longer, you’d break something, so you snuck out to the TV room with the most boring book you could find.

“Do you ever sleep?” Colson’s voice surprised you, making you jump lightly in your seat. The man chuckled at your reaction, taking a seat next to you.

You pouted at his glee, “I could ask you the same thing.”

He shrugged, “sleep is for the weak.”

A sarcastic chuckle fell from your lips, “oh yeah, I feel so strong and cool right now.”

The man laughed with you, but soon turned serious, “serious though, are you good? Both nights this week I haven’t slept you’ve been awake, and I know you don’t take naps.”

You sighed, ���it’s just insomnia, I’ve been dealing with it on and off for a couple years now. It’s not a big deal.”

He cocked his head in curiosity and worry, “how much sleep have you been getting?”

You ducked your head in embarrassment, “I slept for an hour at like 3, hopefully I’ll fall asleep again at some point tonight.”

Colson frowned, “can I help at all?”

A small smile fell upon your face, “sometimes talking helps, but honestly not much else. It’s not that big of a problem, though. I’ve been dealing with this for a while, I’m used to it.”

He looked shocked, “dude, you sleep for a few hours every night! That’s a problem. I don’t even know how you’re still alive.”

“Like you’ve never gone a couple days in a row without sleeping,” you said sarcastically.

“No! I go to sleep late as fuck, but I sleep eventually most nights. You’re on a whole different level.” His tone was slightly defensive, if not concerned, “do I need to get you some pills or something? I can do that.”

Your eyes went wide, “Jesus, Kells, no. I have enough to deal with, I don’t need another addiction on my hands too.”

He chuckled, “I’m just saying it might help. I’m assuming weed does nothing?”

You sighed sadly, “it did for a while, but I think my body got used to it. I just have to wait it out until I inevitably pass out.”

“Well, guess I’ll just bother you until you fall asleep.” He relaxed further into the couch, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

“Colson, you really don’t have to-“

“You won’t let me get you drugs, so I’m gonna stay up with you. It’s the least I can do.” He smiled widely, knowing he would get his way.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that, right?”

Day Twelve

“You think that Captain America has the best character arc? Seriously?”

Your nightly chats with Colson had moved into his room after Baze was woken up by Colson’s loud laughter during a conversation about what type of dogs you’d both be. So, you were sat cross legged on his bed, facing each other in deep conversation.

The man tried to defend his stance to you, “okay, I know everyone loves Tony’s whole asshole to hero thing, but Captain America went from this goody two shoes to this badass criminal and he still got the girl in the end.”

You shook your head, “you’re just wrong in every way. I’m not even saying Iron Man had a better story, but literally every other character developed more than Steve. He wasn’t that badass in the end, and the fact that he went back to get the girl just proves he never really changed all that much. He was static.”

“So, you’re telling me, if we watched every single movie with Captain America in it, you wouldn’t be entertained?” He crossed his arms and leaned backwards, eyeing you challengingly.

You scoffed, “the movies are fine, I just think that Marvel has produced better superheroes with better plotlines.”

“New plan, we’re going to watch every marvel movie in order and then you can tell me that I’m right.” He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV across from his bed.

Rolling your eyes, you moved back to lean against the headrest, legs spread out in front of you, “you’re not right, but I’ll watch them just to see the look on your face when you realize you’re wrong.”

Colson flopped down on the bed next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you so that you were leaning into his side. A yawn escaped his mouth, “if you get tired, let me know.”

You giggled, “I’m always tired, I just can’t sleep. I won’t get offended if you fall asleep though.”

He pulled a face, “I’m not falling asleep.”

About an hour into the movie the slow rise and fall of his chest indicated differently. You chuckled to yourself once you realized he had fallen asleep, turning further into his chest, and allowing yourself to get more comfortable.

Somewhere between 4 and 5 am, you found your eyes finally closing of their own accord, unconsciousness washing over you.

Day 17

Since starting your marvel movie binges with Colson, you’d found yourself getting more sleep. You couldn’t tell if it was from the movies or from Colson, but either way something seemed to be working.

Tonight, however, even your new routine wouldn’t lull you to sleep. You tried every breathing exercise in the book, but nothing seemed to work. Colson had fallen asleep a while ago, his arm wrapped around you as per usual, so you couldn’t talk yourself to sleep.

So, you decided to take a stroll around the house, hoping the small form of physical activity would help. But in order to get out of bed, you would have to find a way out of Colson’s embrace without waking him up.

You slowly and gently grabbed his hand and removed it from your side, laying it on the bed next to you. Then, you sat up slowly, only to be pulled back into his chest, “where’re you going?”

His voice was deep and gravelly, sleepiness very evident. You responded with a whispered, “I can’t sleep, was gonna go walk around.”

He pulled you in closer to him, nuzzling his face into the crown of your head, “but you’re so warm.”

You chuckled, cuddling into the man, “fine, I’ll stay.” You tried to close your eyes and find sleep, but again, none came. Sighing, you accepted that you would be stuck in your current position, realizing there were worse things than being wrapped up in a beautiful boy’s arms.

Day 25

“I know aliens probably exist, but do you think they’d ever take one of us to study?”

Colson chuckled at your question, “like a human in general or, like, you and me?”

“Like you or me. Do you think we’re important enough to be studied?”

He squeezed your waist, “I think you are in desperate need of sleep.”

Laughing, you responded, “I’m serious! And I have been sleeping, thank you very much.”

“Okay, fine. I think if aliens ever came to Earth, they’d probably be more interested in, like, genius billionaires or really dumb people, like people from Florida.”

You slapped his arm, “don’t be mean to Florida.”

You could feel the vibrations from his laughter, making you giggle. “Fine, but my point is they wouldn’t be interested in us unless they’re really into music.”

“Darn,” you huffed.

He raised an eyebrow at you, “you want aliens to take you and study you?”

Balancing yourself on his chest, you lifted yourself up to look down at him, “yes! That would be so fucking cool.”

He shook his head with a laugh, “you’re crazy.”

“Think about it, who else would be able to say they got studied by aliens. And then you’d know that you were important to someone, even if it is just alien scientists.”

Rolling his eyes, Colson pulled you back down into him, your hands still resting on his chest, “I don’t need aliens to know I’m important.”

“Well not all of us can be ubertalented rock stars with millions of fans,” you joked, a teasing smile on your face.

You glanced up to find his eyes trained on you, holding a softer look in them than you had expected, “I didn’t mean that.”

It took a few moments for his words to get processed by your brain, but you immediately dismissed the thought that he could be talking about you specifically. More than likely he was referencing his family in general, which you could be included in.

Day 31

To celebrate a full month in quarantine, the guys had decided to throw an in-house only party, which just meant that everyone had an excuse to drink together more than normal. You were staying mostly sober, knowing that otherwise the boys would most likely break something, most likely themselves.

You watched from your place on the kitchen counter as Rook, Baze, Slim, Dre, Irv, Dub, and Colson played a round of King’s cup.

“Y/N, you have to drink,” Rook called from across the room, “it’s a six.”

“If there’s no women playing then you just skip that card, Rookie.” You called but took a sip from your cup anyways.

Colson whined, “this is boring.” You chuckled as he moved away from the table to come stand by you, the rest of the guys continuing without him. He leaned against the counter next to your dangling leg, letting you run your fingers through his blond hair, “parties are boring now, Y/N.”

You could tell that he was gone, the alcohol having almost full control of him. “When we get out of quarantine, we’ll throw the biggest party ever, Kells,” you said, letting your hand fall to rest on his shoulder. The man grasped your hand in his and moved it back up to the top of his head, silently begging for you to continue. He turned into a cat, practically purring as he leaned into you, “hey, Kells, you tired?”

He shook his head, “no, ‘m gonna stay up with you, remember?”

You laughed softly, “it’s okay, Kells. You should get some sleep; I’ll be okay for a night.”

His arms wrapped around your middle, head burying into your stomach, “I’ll go to sleep if you do.”

“You gotta let me off this counter for that.” This was a side of Colson you rarely saw; the drunk, very cuddly version of Colson. Occasionally he’d cling on to you when he got really tired, but that was in the privacy of his room. Here he was hanging onto you in front of all his friends, though granted they were too drunk to notice anything unusual.

You hopped off the counter, taking on some of Colson’s body weight in order to get him up the stairs and to his room. Truthfully, you planned to leave him in his bed once you got him there, but he had other plans. As soon as you moved to walk away from the bed, he grabbed your arm sleepily, “why are you leaving?”

Running a hand along his jaw softly, you softly said, “I’m gonna go to my room.”

He whined, “you never sleep in your room, stay.”

You bit your lip, unsure how to respond to that, “Kells, you’re drunk, you need some sleep.”

“I can’t sleep without you.” His eyes were glazed over, making his pleading look even more appealing than normal.

Sighing, you muttered, “yes, you can. I’ll be right down the hall,” but he wasn’t taking no for an answer, hand still firmly around your wrist.

“No.”

You rolled your eyes, climbing into the bed next to him, “I’m only doing this because you need to go to sleep.” He hummed in response to that, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tightly into him, leaving no room for you to escape even if you tried.

Day 37

Nights with Colson had slowly turned into every moment with Colson. You woke up together, ate breakfast together, spent time together. You were rarely separated for long, not that either of you minded.

At some point, the line between friends and whatever lied next had gotten blurred, but not fully crossed. You and Colson were touchy and cuddly during the day as well as at night, and everyone in the house was starting to notice it.

Part of you just wanted to kiss him and see what happened, but you knew messing with a situation like this could go very wrong very fast. So, you just left it up to him to figure out where this thing would go, knowing he probably wouldn’t make the first move either.

But as you laid in his arms, listening to his midnight ramblings, you couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if you took matters into your own hands. You watched his lips move as he spoke, wanting nothing more than to lean up and press your own against them. Of course, you would never actually do it, but it was nice to dream.

There was a lull in the conversation which was spent with your eyes dancing across each other’s face, trying to figure out what to say next. Suddenly, he blurted out, “can I get your advice on something?”

You nodded in response, a soft smile on your face. He continued, “this sounds so stupid, but there’s this girl I’ve been talking to recently and I can’t figure out if she ‘s into me or we’re just really good friends.”

You sat up slightly, perking an eyebrow up, “well what signs has she given you that she’s into you?” Your heart burned, hoping he was talking about you. It was a feeling that had been happening a lot recently whenever you were around him, which was almost all the time.

He sighed, “I mean, we talk like, all the time about everything. And I think she flirts with me, but I’m not completely sure if she’s flirting or she’s just being friendly.”

“Well, what signs say that she’s not into you?” You ask, biting your lip to hide the grin forming on your face.

Colson hesitated, “I mean, none, really. I’m just scared of messing up our friendship, you know?”

You nodded, “well, you’ll never know if you never ask her. I’m sure it’ll work out.”

He was quiet for a long time, clearly turning the advice over in his head, “I would but, with quarantine and everything, I just don’t think it’s the right time. We wouldn’t be able to actually, you know.”

Your heart fell, realizing that there was no possible way he was talking about you. It felt like every bone in your body turned to Jell-o at the realization, a lump forming in your throat. “Right, well, maybe you could invite her over to the house. Or do a cute facetime date or something.”

He nodded but stayed quiet. You fully sat up, swinging your legs off the bed. “Where are you going?” he asked softly.

Something inside of you was slowly crumbling, and you needed to get yourself out of his presence as soon as possible, “I just need to take a walk, I don’t think I’m tired enough to get any form of sleep.”

Colson let out a small “oh,” as you stood up and swiftly left the room, tears forming in your eyes.

You felt silly for letting yourself fall so easily and for thinking that he might have felt the same way. But you could’ve sworn there was something forming between you two.

And how had you never heard of this new girl? How long had that been going on?

So many thoughts swirled around in your head as you made your way downstairs and out to the empty pool deck, pacing the familiar space. You tried to convince yourself that your feelings weren’t as strong as they actually were so that this could somehow be easier, but you knew it wouldn’t work.

The sound of the door sliding open caught your attention, your eyes meeting those all too familiar blue ones. “You okay?” he asked, leaning against the wall of the house. You flashed him a fake smile with a nod. “This doesn’t have anything to do with what I just-”

“No, no,” you cut him off, “I’m just restless right now, needed to get some energy out.”

He nodded, watching you cautiously, “I’m actually super tired, so I’m gonna get some sleep. I’ll see you in a few?”

You nodded, knowing full well you had no intention of getting back into his bed, “yeah, goodnight.” You turned your head to the ground, studying the cement below your feet.

The door opened and shut, but when you looked back up, Colson was still standing outside, watching you. “I don’t know why I said that. There isn’t a girl in quarantine. Well, I mean, there is, but we wouldn’t not be able to see each other.”

Your head was spinning, trying to make sense of whatever he was saying. He kept talking, “I got nervous and chickened out and then you left and I felt like an idiot.” You looked up to him, confusion evident on your face as he continued on the borderline of rambling, “so I’m just gonna throw this out there and whatever happens, happens.”

You stared at him blankly, not fully processing his words or what was happening.

“Would you wanna go on a date with me? Or, like, whatever kind of date we can pull off here?”

Your eyes went wide in shock, the rollercoaster you had just been on emotionally twisting your mind. You didn’t speak for a few moments, making Colson nervous, but you finally got out a stuttered, “yes.”

He sighed in relief, “god I feel like such a teenager right now.”

You came back to your senses, narrowing your eyes at him, “do you realize the emotional turmoil you just put me through? I feel like I’m crazy!”

He chuckled, moving towards you, and wrapping his arms around your waist, “I know, I’m an asshole. But it was worth it, right?”

“I was literally rethinking my entire life out here,” you pouted, leaning into his touch.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

You rolled your eyes, “look who’s all Mr. confident now.”

The vibrations of his laugh shook your own body, “well, you said yes. This would be a completely different story if you had said no. Then I would be the one rethinking my entire life.”

You smirked teasingly, “I could always change my mind.”

He shook his head with a chuckle, “shut up.” His lips met yours, one hand reaching up to softly hold your jaw. You melted into the kiss, your arms moving to wrap around his neck loosely.

You pulled away slowly, a smile spread on your face, “this almost makes not being able to sleep worth it.”

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[mountswhore]

𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲 — mason mount

summary: you were getting tired of listening to mason’s problems with his girlfriend, so you plan on confronting him. until he shows up at your door.

notes: requests are open! btw i know i use the same job in a lot of these, it just makes them meeting easier.

“She doesn’t compare to you. No one does.” + “I’ll take the couch.” + “It’s us against the world.”

for @mountswdw

It was tiring, far beyond that, actually. Hearing the same leave his mouth words over and over, the same look on his face, it enervated you. You were exhausted with having Mason appear at your door at stupid o’clock, venting to you about his ‘girlfriend’ and their issues, and all you could do was listen. You’d tried giving him advice the first few times, but he never took it. You don’t even think he took it into consideration. and girlfriend was entirely the wrong word to use, they were more friends with benefits. That’s how she saw their relationship anyway. It was exceptionally worse, because you liked him so much. You wanted to scream in his face and tell him she’s pushing him around, but you couldn’t, it would ruin your friendship.

Mason was sat opposite you, pulling you out of sleep, just to talk to you about her. It felt as if he knew you liked him, and decided to torture you by giving you the inside scoop into their time-bomb of a relationship. You were curled up on the sofa, blanket still wrapped around you as you tried to cling onto your sleep, barely listening to him whine about how his girlfriend seemed like she didn’t care anymore. Your eyelids were so close to shutting again, but you managed to keep them open for Mason. As much as his girlfriend angered you, Mason was your friend and you had to be there for him. You wanted to.

“I think I might call it quits,” Mason sighed softly, eyes finally meeting yours after twenty minutes of squeezing them shut in anger, “I’m gonna do it.” He psyched himself up for it, attempting to steady his breathing. You were surprised the first time he said this, thinking you’d actually gotten through to him. But two days later, his Instagram story was filled with pictures of them both on a nice date. It ruined your Friday night in.

“Okay, Mase.” You whispered, standing up from your seat on the couch. You’d been sat there for so long that your exposed skin was now cold again, creating a strip of goosebumps that lined your side and legs. “You can stay here, if you want. You know where the spare bedding is.” It felt like a script at this point, repeating the same things to him as he found solace in you after an argument with his girlfriend.

“Yeah,” Mason conceded, watching with an achy heart as you shifted towards your stairs, “goodnight, Y/N.” Hearing him say your name never failed to give you butterflies, no matter how tired you were of hearing his complaints.

“Night, Mase.” Was all you said back as you reached your room, diving back into the now-cold sheets. Mason had set up his usual makeshift bed in the living room, your couch was actually comfier than most. That’s why he never hesitated to sleep on it. But his night was anything but full of sleep, despite the argument being fresh on his mind still, he was thinking about you.

Your friendship was different now than it was before. Before his girlfriend. You’d met when you were a trainee-massage therapist. Chelsea’s massage therapist had been kind enough to let you shadow him for a week, showing you the ins-and-outs of what his job was like. And you’d made friends with a few of the Chelsea boys, but ultimately caught Mason’s eye. Soon enough, you’d been offered a job alongside this massage therapist and here you were. Friendly flirting with Mason during work hours and after. Nothing came of it, you both saw it as flirty banter, and were good friends. Until his girlfriend came around.

Mason told himself he valued his friendship with you over potentially pushing it further, so tried to get over you. With Ella. Ella seemed sweet to begin with, but when Mason started coming to you for comfort, that’s when you saw how terrible their relationship was. She’d seen it differently to Mason, who felt it was more romantic than sexual. To say it stung to hear about his sexcapades with Ella, was an understatement. That’s when you began to grow tired of it, hearing about them constantly. It was the only time you’d talk really, apart from when you were having a session with him at work.

Laying there for two hours, putting himself in your shoes, it had all come together for him. He was cursing himself as he’d walked up the stairs, to give you more than just a fraction of the attention you’d gotten so used to. He’d imagined only seeing you when you complained about a boy you’d been seeing, and it dampened his mood. But thinking about you seeing another boy, that’s what made his feet move rapidly to your room. Knowing what he’d put you through for the past few months, it made him mad at himself. He’d never let someone treat him like this, so why should he treat his closest friend like this?

“Y/N,” you heard from behind you, startling you as you looked around in the dark, “are you awake?” Matching the voice to Mason’s, it calmed you down a bit. It wasn’t just a random intruder who knew your name and was considerate enough to let you know they’d broken in. “Y/N,” he repeated, his finger tracing down the arch of your back, “please wake up.”

“What’s up, Mase?” You somnolently questioned, yawning as he came into view. Your lamp was now on, illuminating his bloodshot eyes and tired smile. It was only something you’d wish to wake up to every morning. He said nothing, but pulled you into a hug. His arms a tight yet perfect fit around you, a small kiss was pressed to your shoulder as you shifted. Mason never wanted to let you go.

It was moments like this that slowly killed you inside. You and Mason had cuddled before, on one of the nights he’d come over after an argument, he’d snuggle up to you on the couch as you finished watching your movie. It would be a gentle night of intimacy, feelings locked away due to his relationship, and yet he’d still choose her. He’d always go back to Ella, so much so, it made you wonder what she had to make him crawl back each time.

Mason was now in bed with you, head on your chest and enjoying your warmth. He felt a lot better now, having you in his arms, giving you the attention you deserved. But this wasn’t what you wanted. You didn’t want another cuddle with a friend, you wanted him. But you knew his heart still belonged to Ella. He’d fallen asleep pretty quickly, so you’d rolled him off of you and gotten some sleep for yourself before work tomorrow. Where you’d see him.

Throughout your day, you’d caught eyes with him a few times. He’d give you a cheeky grin and sometimes even sing your name as he walked past you. You told yourself not to be hopeful for Mason’s breakup with Ella, because it had never happened before. But not once had he mentioned her to you over the course of the day. A smile had been plastered to your face as you left your office for the day, you could no longer push the hope away, Mason could finally be calling it quits with her.

Until you saw that damned white Golf. She was stood there, a smirk upon her face, Mason jogging up to her and getting into the car. Your mood flattened, making your drive home depressing and your arrival even worse. Your bed still unmade, the creases from Mason moving around in his sleep last night. His jacket was still here, hung on the door of your bedroom. The note he left on your bathroom mirror saying ‘thank you for everything you do <3’, because he knew you’d see it there. Everything in your house reminded you of him, you’d never escape the love you had for this man.

And there you were, back on your couch again. Mason was clearly sticking with Ella this time, so it was a quiet night in for you. This time last year, when Mason actually seemed to be your friend, he’d be round most nights and you’d be arguing over who’s having the last Cornetto and what to watch. But now, it’s like you’re not even his friend. You’re his therapist. You could barely pay attention to the movie you were watching, your mind relaying the scene you’d witnessed today. Seeing him curled up in your bed this morning, and then running to his girlfriends car this afternoon. You’d decided enough was enough.

“I’m gonna confront this asshole,” you mumbled to yourself, changing out of your pyjamas and into a warmer outside attire, “he either stops coming to me about his fucking relationship, or he leaves me alone.” You were psyching yourself up, something you’d mirrored Mason doing a million times before. You’d spent so much time together, you were almost the same person. Sliding into your shoes, you grabbed the door handle. You either cried or screamed at him, no in between. You yanked the handle down to open your door, almost jumping out of your skin when you saw Mason at your door.

“Mason?” You questioned whether you were seeing things or he was actually clinging onto you and weeping into your shoulder. “Why are you here? What happened?” You wanted to be angry at him, you wanted to tell him how tired you were of hearing him complain about his girlfriend nonstop, but not even the worst argument could keep you from comforting him.

“I’m sorry,” he cried, tears staining the material of your hoodie, “I never meant to treat you like this. You mean everything to me.” You brought him inside and sat him on your couch, seeing yourself where you were last night. Only this time you were more concerned. Mason had never cried in front of you, and you still hadn’t found out why.

“What’s going on?”

“I’m sorry for making it feel like I only need you when I argue with Ella.” He simply stated, his large hand wrapped quite tightly around yours. “I promise I need you all the time, you get me through everything. I’d be nowhere without you, you know that. But I’m done, we’re done. I know you saw me getting into her car earlier, but I did it. I finally finished things with her.”

You were knocked out of breath, processing what you’d just heard. After months of having to pick up the pieces, there was no more of that. And not only had he surprised you by following through with his word, he’d apologised. Your Mason was back.

“Really?” You asked, unsure of whether to believe him or not. He just nodded and opened his arms, you falling into them almost instantly. “I mean I’m sorry, but I’m kind of glad. Nobody should make you feel that unhappy, that frequently.” He responded by squeezing you tighter, his hands gently grazing your sides. You wondered if this was going to be the moment a chance would appear — an opportunity for you to tell Mason how you felt about him.

Mason pulled away from your hug, his eyes catching yours briefly before he stared down at your lips. You felt like you were in a haze, eyes half closed as you stared back at him. You were entranced by him and you hadn’t felt as relieved as you did in months. Mason took this chance to inch closer to you, feeling your breath on his face and your hand resting on his thigh. “She doesn’t compare to you. No one does.” He whispered, finally closing the gap between you both. It felt electric, something that was long overdue.

“Mase,” you breathed, whining at the sudden loss of contact, he’d pulled away from the kiss to smile at you, “it’s been so hard watching and listening to her hurt you.” Mason held you close, his newfound confidence after kissing you had you speechless as you looked at him. “But I’d never leave you to deal with it alone.”

“It’s us against the world, it always has been.” He admitted, your legs swung over his lap as he held you tight. The night had ended exactly how you’d hoped, Mason in your arms and no more listening to him whine about Ella. It was the perfect end to your shitty day. But it was getting late, Mason was even yawning as he looked at the time on his phone.

You stood up, shaking off your coat and hanging it on the banister, as well as placing your shoes back onto the shoe rack. Sleep was calling your name at this point, and you didn’t want anything more than to cuddle up to Mason as you slept.

“I’ll take the couch.” Mason stated, reaching into the living room cupboard to grab the blankets out. But you’d grabbed his arm and pulled him up, his face towering over yours. Your eyes met once again, and this time you initiated the kiss. It was brief, and enough to show you still meant what you said.

“Don’t be silly,” your voice was soft, hand linking his as you led him up to your room. Bed still unmade, exactly how he left it this morning. He’d given you one last look, his usual cheeky smile on his face as he grabbed the backs of your thighs and lifted you over his shoulder, carrying you to your bed.

He was above you, and although you were both in the moment, it played out romantically. Mason smoothed his palm over the sides of your face, moving the stray hairs and taking in your beauty. You were effortless with how you looked, and still the most beautiful girl he’d seen. The way he looked at you, it was as if he’d been doing it for years. And he has, but you’d never know that.