#his girlfriend is so fuzzy and soft and feels so nice in his arms

[silverselfshippingchaos]

your f/o loves your body hair!!

no matter how much of it you have, whether you remove it or not, they're completely understanding of it. they'll never think you're "dirty" for it. after all, it's completely natural. at the end of the day, it's you, and your f/o loves you. they'll never judge what you choose to do with it or what you wear. you love them unconditionally, so why should their feelings for you be any different?

proship dni please!

[pearlzier]

────⠀ ⠀FRESH LOVIN' w/ CHRIS.

NOTES .ᐣ ana writing chris ????? its a literal miracle..... yeah hes been lookin a little too good lately... also ive been thinking of this for weeks now so uhh yeah !

WARNINGS .ᐣ p in v. uhhh dirty talk. afab!reader. no protection 🙀. im not great at writing chris i dont think... better at writin matt but i tried.

IT SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN AS AROUSING AS IT WAS to see you wearing his merch. chris gives you the pieces you like for free anyway, you're his girlfriend—half of the time you help with the designing process anyway. so he's used to seeing you in.. well, his brand. the sight of 'fresh love' written across your chest is nice, he likes it a lot, but he's used to seeing it when you're with him. you'd told him plenty of times that the hoodies and shirts are super comfortable, so you wore them often.

so that is exactly why he was so confused as to why the sight of you modelling his merch made his dick as hard as it did. it wasn't.. that different. was it? he doesn't get it. maybe it's the professionalism of the photos, or just how official it all is. that's his girlfriend wearing his brand. no one else's—just his. a funny feeling fizzes in his abdomen, a warm feeling flooding his chest. both of those things at the instance he sees your pretty body wearing something he created.

his baby wearing his baby—that kind of thing. its corny, sure, but still. it made his head all murky and fuzzy, and his jeans tighten around him so uncomfortably it was impossible to ignore it. being at the photoshoot was a fucking nightmare, let alone seeing the photos all over instagram. people loved the photos, of course they did, you looked really good in them, and yeah, he loved them a lot too. which was why it was agony going on any social to find the exact thing that gives him a raging hard-on.

it was merely a coincidence that you'd walked in wearing merely a fresh love shirt and not much else. he lets out a low groan at the sight of you, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip for a moment with his eyes raking up and down your figure. matt and nick weren't in, the entire reason you were wearing so little, so.. it wouldn't be completely wrong of him to have you bent over the couch due to your little get up, right? he's hoping so, since that's the only thing clouding his brain right now.

"actin' like you're not just as bad as me," he mutters, scoffing in return as you'd done previously. "actin' like your panties ain't soaked."

"you're starin'," he glances up at your words, his blue eyes wide and surprised for a moment before a smirk flits at his plush lips. yeah, of course he's staring. your nipples are hard beneath the cotton of the shirt, poking out a little and drawing his attention directly to them. soon, his eyes drop down to the curve of your ass beneath your underwear. slowly, he slides his hand down to adjust himself over his sweats with a quiet grunt.

"can you blame a guy?" chris murmurs, biting his tongue for a minute before he looks you up and down. "bein' such a fuckin' tease walkin' 'round like that," you scoff at his words, a soft smile playing on your own lips. a tilt of your head, and you're looking him up and down too. he looks good, he always does, but he does look really good. folding your arms beneath your chest, you lean against the kitchen island. "we both know you're soaked, baby." his words are practically a growl.

"you ain't got any proof," you grumble, feeling a surge of heat pool between your legs despite your own words. he wasn't wrong, you know, and he knows that too. all you wanted was to make something to eat, albeit wearing the least amount of clothing possible, but sure.

his smirk widens, "no? do you want me to check?" he knows you're wet, he can see it. from the way your thighs press together and how you're a little stiff whilst wandering around. all tell tale signs that you're just as horny as he is. "you're drippin', baby. don't even try to pretend with me," chris is quiet for a moment, before he pushes up off of the couch slowly. his eyes rake over your frame, and it only makes you feel more flustered in a way.

"don't gotta check 'cause i ain't wet," you mumble immediately, your skin warming up. you're lying through your teeth right now, and chris knows it. he knows you better than literally anyone, even if you don't want to admit it. trying to focus your mind on anything other than well, that, you turn away to open up the fridge and get something to eat. chris is making his way over, eventually standing in the doorway with his arms folded across his chest.

chris chuckles quietly, a low and rich sound. wandering a little closer to you, he stops right behind you with a click of his tongue. you shiver almost immediately when his hand slides over your side, skimming towards the swell of your chest. "liar," he murmurs, letting his nose trail along the skin of your neck lazily as he draws you a little closer to him. "you're always drenched for me, just as much of a mess as i am."

your eyes flutter over to him for a second before you swallow hard, "ain't a liar," you insist, head tilting to the side a little bit at the feel of his head by the crook of your neck. but back to the food, you tried to will yourself, as you bent over to grab a cutting board from a lower drawer. "yeah, can feel you pokin' my thigh with that ragin' hard-on of yours." chris scoffs at that, corners of his lips flitting up at the corners in a lazy smirk.

"s'not exactly a trade secret, is it?" chris mumbles with soft amusement, leaving gentle, warm kisses over the skin of your neck. his hands roaming gently over you doesn't stop him from pulling you back into him. he presses up against you as you're bent over, slowly rocking his hips up against you with a small, strained noise escaping him.

"you feel what you do to me, princess?" was pretty hard not to.

a soft gasp followed by a soft moan escapes you, "chris—" and you grasp at the drawer to keep yourself steady. a shaky breath slips past your lips and you feel it soon hitch in your throat. "don't," in the kitchen? matt and nick could walk in at any moment, you knew, but chris seemed like he didn't care at all, actually.

"don't what, baby?" he coos, taking a breath as he slowly alides his hands down to your hips. at the same time, his own hips grind enticingly into your ass, his aching erection pushing up against you. he needed you so bad. there, in the middle of the kitchen, he shamelessly grinds up against you. "don't what? don't touch you, don't make you feel good, don't love you?"

you let out this pretty moan, folding your arms beneath you to lean up against the counter. "no, no, no—mmh," you wanted him to keep going, you knew he'd make you feel good, he always did. made it his mission, actually. chris grind at your words, head tilting to the side a little bit now. "keep goin', please," well, you don't have to ask him twice, he'd do anything you asked of him.

"mhm.." chris hums quietly, considering whether he should take off the shirt so he can get his hands all over you before he decides not to. the shirt's the appeal, seeing you wearing something he made. fucking you in something he made. "keepin' this on," he adds, letting you know what was going on in his head.

as much as he'd usually keep you waiting, he was far too pent up to do so now. he lets go of your hips momentarily, his free hand moving to his sweats already hanging low on his hips to push them down a little bit to free his cock. a groan escapes him at being exposed, and he shuts his eyes for a minute when he wraps his hand around at the base and gives himself a languid stroke. he could get off right here at the sight of your ass clad in pretty panties pushed up against him like that, but the warmth of your cunt was a safety he couldn't deny.

"probably soaked all the way through these panties of yours, huh?" at the sound you let out, he smiles a little more, his hand slipping inside your panties almost immediately to test his theory. his fingers slowly start to brush against your clit, feeling how slick you are from just his words alone. "told you," you're sopping wet, and he loves it. his head tilts to the side a little, and he applies a little more pressure before gliding his fingers through your slick folds. biting his bottom lip at your sounds, he groans.

"chris, shit," you mewl softly, hips slowly bucking up towards his fingers as he pushed them up against you. he lets his thumb brush against your entrance, gliding over it easily before he glances back over at you. "that's it, let me feel you," for a few long moments, he makes tight circles over your bundle of nerves before his impatience gets the best of him. "feels so good—"

"i know, mmh, gotta feel you, baby," he tells you, tugging down your panties in a swift movement. you gasp quietly at the cold air hitting against your warm folds, and secondly at the feel of his cock pushing against your entrance. he's gentle, always is, his free hand moving to hold you steady at your hip. "you alright?"

you swallow hard, trying to figure out a way to say it without sounding desperate as all hell. "uh, yeah, yeah," you nod, shifting your hips back against him to feel him properly. a laugh escapes chris, and he hums, slowly easing himself inside you with a little buck of his hips. his hand moves to join his other one at your hips and he groans gutterly, eyes squeezing shut. "so fuckin' tight, baby."

"holy shit," you're clenching on him like a damn vice already, a moan escaping you as well in a similar fashion to chris'. he takes his time with it, lifting his hand from your hip to place it on the kitchen counter and grasp at it to keep him steady. he soon enough buries inside you to the hilt, hands roaming over your hips and ass, occasionally squeezing as he looks you up and down.

"such a dirty little thing, aren't you?" slowly, he shifts his hips back so just his throbbing tip is inside you, before he snaps his hips forward again so he's back to where he was moments prior. the sounds you let out practically have him coming right there, but he's got enough restraint to hold on for maybe a few minutes more. "lettin' me fuck you in the kitchen against the counter, knowin' anyone could walk in."

his words barely register to you with how he thrusts in and out of you, practically molding your insides to fit him, taking him so good like you do every damn time. "chris, mmh—! feels so.. ah, shit—!" your tits bounce beneath the fresh love shirt, drawing his eyes there almost immediately. he moves his free hand to cup your chest, thumbs circling over your hardened nipples and pinching momentarily.

"can't even think straight, can you? too busy thinkin' 'bout my cock, mmh.. i know it feels good, baby, feels right," chris keeps up the pace of his thrusts, practically pounding you up against the counter. "feels so, fuckin', good," he punctuates each of his words with a sharp buck of his hips, but making sure that you didn't hurt yourself in any way and holding you up.

"can't.. think straight," you agree breathily, practically panting with every push of his hips and feel of your pussy tightening around him. you shut your eyes, lashes fluttering as you practically squeal around him. "can't think straight, that's right. just focused on makin' a mess on my cock," and making a mess you were, feeling that burst of pleasure as he brought you over the edge.

soon, he got there too, the movements of his hips stuttering as he let out out a low sound, finally coming to a stop once he'd stuffed you full of his cum. "did so good for me," he murmurs. eyes darting up to yours when he managed to coax your eyes open with his hand. "did perfect.."

"yeah?" you ask, voice all airy and breathless. you feel so warm and fuzzy, a bliss washing over you. with a soft sound, you relax against the counter with his help and the feel of him easing out of you. his eyes dart down to his release leaking out of your hole, and he hums quietly, letting his hand trail back down and circle his thumb around the mess he'd made for a moment.

"and i thought you were hungry, baby."

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[30somethingautisticteacher]

Buck's favorite words

Just a little idea I couldn't get out of my head so enjoy this ficlet 🙂

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Buck isn't sure why he likes the word so much, but every time he says it, it's like sugar on his tongue. It makes him feel warm and fuzzy and like everything is right with the world.

"Sorry, I'm flattered but I'm seeing someone," Buck says to the pretty girl he's just evacuated from a 3-alarm blaze. His voice is kind but firm, a far cry from the Buck of old who might have preened at the attention.

"Oh come on, handsome hero man. Give me your number," she purrs, reaching out to touch his arm.

Her relentlessness gives Buck a little push, and he finds himself using the word for the first time in public. It rolls off his tongue easily, filling him with a quiet pride.

"Sorry, but like I said, I'm taken," he says, gently stepping back. Then, with a smile that's both apologetic and genuinely happy, he adds, "I have a boyfriend."

The word 'boyfriend' sits in the air between them, and Buck feels a warmth spread through his chest.

From then on, he finds himself saying it as often as he can, each time feeling that same warmth, that same quiet joy.

At the flower shop, where he's picking out a bouquet for his and Tommy's dinner date, the florist asks, "Do you need help picking something out for your girlfriend?"

"Boyfriend, actually," Buck replies with an easy smile. "And I'm good, thanks."

At the coffee shop, he leans on the counter, eyes scanning the pastry case. "Do you have any cranberry orange scones? My boyfriend loves them," Buck asks the barista warmly.

Later, at the bar waiting for Tommy, a pretty girl sends a drink over. Buck catches her eye, raises the glass in thanks, and then gently shakes his head. When she approaches, he's ready with a now-familiar phrase: "I'm flattered, but I have a boyfriend."

Each time he says it, 'boyfriend' feels more natural, more right. It's not just a word anymore—it's a declaration of who he is, who they are together. And Buck finds he loves that feeling almost as much as he loves Tommy.

There's nothing better than the word boyfriend. That is, until a new word takes its place.

At a restaurant, the waiter approaches with menus in hand. "Would you like to order an appetizer while you wait?"

Buck's eyes light up, a grin spreading across his face. "No thanks, my fiancé should be here soon." The word 'fiancé' rolls off his tongue like honey, sweet and perfect.

On a work call to a new gym, Buck finds himself pacing with excitement. "Wow! This place is nice. Do you have a free trial? I bet my fiancé would love to try it out." He can't help but emphasize the word, feeling a thrill every time he says it.

Later, meeting with the wedding caterers, Tommy sits right next to him, their hands intertwined. Buck squeezes Tommy's hand as he says, "No, we definitely don't want German chocolate cake. My fiancé is allergic to coconut." He glances at Tommy, catching his soft smile at the word.

With each use, 'fiancé' becomes more than just a title. It's a promise, a future, a declaration of forever. And Buck realizes that while 'boyfriend' was wonderful, 'fiancé' is magical—a constant reminder of the commitment they've made and the life they're building together.

But the magic of 'fiancé' only lasts for so long before it's also replaced with something even more profound.

At the hospital, Buck's heart races as he approaches the reception desk. "Hi, I'm Evan Kinard. I just got a call that my husband was here." The word 'husband' feels both new and familiar on his lips.

The receptionist nods reassuringly. "Oh sure, it looks like your husband has just been discharged. Just smoke inhalation and a minor concussion."

Later, at Maddie's place, Buck finds himself chuckling as Chimney and Tommy argue about movies. He turns to his sister with a grin. "I don't know whose husband is more stubborn, yours or mine."

At the 118's karaoke night, Buck takes the stage, his eyes locked on Tommy. "I'd like to dedicate this song to my husband," he announces, his voice full of love. As the opening notes of "I Can't Help Falling in Love With You" begin to play, Buck starts to sing, his voice soft and sincere. Tommy's face flushes with a mix of embarrassment and deep affection as Buck serenades him in front of their friends and colleagues.

Each time Buck says 'husband', he feels a surge of pride and love. It's more than just a word—it's a testament to their journey, their commitment, and the life they've chosen to share. And Buck knows, without a doubt, that 'husband' is his favorite word yet.

[veryblushyswitch]

What Makes You Helpless?

Summary: While hanging out, Ramona learns something adorable about her dorky boyfriend. Unfortunately for him, she takes the opportunity to explore this discovery all she can. ☆

Lee: Scott

Ler: Ramona

As the door opened, Scott and Ramona stumbled into Ramona’s apartment. Scott was still getting used to this head subway thing. It was convenient don’t get him wrong, but landing smoothly was still a bit of a struggle.

A cool breeze filled the walkway as the door closed. Gideon, having heard the commotion, scurried down the stairs and went to rub against Ramona’s legs. Scott bent down and put put his hand out to which Gideon sniffed then allowed Scott to pet him. Gideon licked Scott’s wrist before running off to who knows where.

“He seems to be getting more comfortable with you.” Ramona smiled at her boyfriend. Scott returned the smile and nodded. “He really is. It’s nice.” He took off his jacket and hung it on a hook against the wall. Ramona did the same along with her bag. They went into the kitchen and had some tea. Scott sipped his herbal mixture Ramona has recently bought while Ramona went with a classic chamomile. The hot drink warmed them up against the cold weather. Even with living in Canada for so long, Scott could never seem to get used to the constant snowy conditions.

“You wanna go to my room? We could cuddle and maybe watch a movie on my laptop?” Ramona asked, taking her last sip of tea. Scott agreed and brought his mug with him. Scott was the sipper between the two. Once up the stairs and into her room, Scott and Ramona changed into their pajamas. Scott sported an oversized band t-shirt and some blue pajama pants. Ramona had on a loose fitting tank top and some fuzzy pajama pants that had matching fuzzy socks. Scott stared at his girlfriend as if in a trance. She always looked so adorable in her sleepwear. He walked towards her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“You look so cute.” Scott complimented, taking not at how Ramona’s cheeks became slightly pink. “Aww~ Thanks.” Ramona kissed Scott’s nose. Scott blushed and returned the gesture. Ramona yelped when Scott went further to pick her up bridal style and carry her over to the bed. She giggled at the affection, Scott laying her down gently. Not before jumping on top of her and peppering her face with kisses.

“You’re suhuch aha dohork!” She lightly pushed at Scott’s shoulders as he continued. He moved to her neck to which she melted. She forgot sometimes that Scott knew her weaknesses. Her eyes closed, Scott taking her hand in his and rubbing his thumb across the soft skin. A few minutes later and the two laid next to each other under the blankets. Their eyes locked onto each others and a small hint of pink spread across both of their faces.

“It’s not fair that you know all my weaknesses.” Ramona complained. However, a small smile managed to find its way to her face through her sentence. Scott chuckled and brushed some hair out of her face to tuck behind her ear. “It’s not my fault you absolutely melt when I kiss your neck.” She blushed even more so at that.

“Really though. I should be able to know something about you that makes you helpless.” A smirk spread scores Scott’s face. “Are you saying I make you feel helpless?” Scott teased. Ramona’s jaw dropped before she lightly shoved at Scott’s shoulder.

“I’ll find something that makes you helpless Scott Pilgrim. And if I don’t on my own, I could always go to Wallace for help~” Ramona teased, chuckling when Scott’s eyes widened in fear. Wallace would spill every little secret to Ramona if she so much as mentioned Scott and weakness in the same sentence. He could always come clean now about something small. Lord only knows the things Wallace was willing to remember and reveal.

“Okay. Okay fine.” Scott huffed, debating again for a moment to make sure he was making the right decision. Ramona eagerly but patiently waited for his answer. “The truth is… ugh it’s hard to say out loud.” Scott hid his face in his hands. Ramona gently took Scott’s hands in hers. “Hey, I’m sure it’s not that bad. And don’t worry, I won’t actually use anything against you if you don’t want me to. I won’t force you to tell me.” Ramona’s soft voice helped relax Scott. He took a deep breath and prepared to say that word.

“Okay. I… I’m uh… reallyreallyticklish.” Scott scrambled to say that last part. Ramona looked confused. Of all the things that ran through her mind, Scott was afraid to say he was ticklish? “But that’s not all.” Scott began again. “I kind of… don’t really mind it either… when it happens to me.” Scott’s eyes averted her gaze, desperately telling his hands to not rip away from her hold and hide his red face. Ramona’s confusion turned into that of sincerity.

“Scott… I think that’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.” Ramona lightly squeezed Scott’s hands with further reassurance. Scott was at a loss for words as he turned to hide his face against his pillow. Blush noticeably rising to his ears. Ramona giggled and rubbed his hand. “C’mon, don’t hide that cute face from me now.” Scott whined before turning slightly so one side of his face was visible. His eye sparkled and his lips slightly twitched as if trying their hardest not to smile.

“How did I not find this out sooner? I would’ve tickled you all the time if I’d known.” Ramona lightened her touch against his hands, rubbing small circles against the back of his hand. His hand slightly twitched at the softened touch. Why did he have to be more ticklish when he was flustered?! “Oho my gosh stohop saying it!”

“Stop saying what? Tickle~“ Ramona walked a set of fingers up Scott’s arm so they were resting on his inner shoulder. His legs kicked lightly at the anticipation. The giggles in his chest begging to be released. Small chortles managed to sneak past his lips.

“Yehes!” Scott tried not to focus on the tingling feelings Ramona’s fingers were sending through his shoulder. Perfect, Ramona thought. He walked right into it. “Well that just makes me wanna say it more.” She quickly dove her fingers into the crook of Scott’s neck causing high pitched shrieks of laughter to fly from Scott’s lips. He scrunched his shoulder and lightly twisted back and forth, not trying too hard to get away from the tickly touch.

“Rahamohonahaha! Hehehehaha!” Scott squealed when her other hand joined in. This time she targeted along Scott’s stomach. He giggled his heart out at the gentle tickles, pushing his face into his pillow once again to muffle the high pitched sounds.

Ramona couldn’t stop the softening of her smirk into a smile. She truly had the most adorable boyfriend in the world. Not to mention probably the dorkiest too, but she wasn’t complaining about that either.

She moved the hand that was at his neck down and starting pinching at his hip. She didn’t know that she had struck gold.

“NAHAHAHA! RAHAHAMOHONAHAHA! AHAHAHA!” Scott about screamed and his squirming became more desperate. His legs kicked out at the covers and his hand tried to shove at his girlfriend’s pinching hand.

“NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! NAHAHAHA!” Scott was too weak to push her hand away, instead settling for holding onto her wrist.

“Not there? Why? Does it tickle or something?” Ramona asked before quickly yet gently pushing Scott onto his back and straddling his thighs. Her tickling stopping for a moment. Scott quickly wrapped his arms around his waist, preparing himself for the inevitable.

“Yehes it dohoes. Aha lohot.” Scott wanted to cover his face, but didn’t dare risk Ramona going back to his hips if he moved his arms. Ramona giggled leaned down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She admired the way his eyes sparkled and how his ears burned red with embarrassment.

“Would you care if I continued?“ Ramona set her hands onto Scott’s hands, slowly and gently moving them away from his waist. Making a mental note to tease him later on how he didn’t put up much resistance to the action.

Scott’s smile wobbled. Desperately trying not to show just how much he wouldn’t care if she continued. In fact, he’d love it if she did. He’d never felt more loved than when he was with her, and moments like this made his feelings for her bloom into new light. He tried to maintain eye contact, but ultimately failed at the sight of Ramona’s smirk and the feeling of her fingers twitching with eager.

“Scott~” Ramona gave him a small poke to the side, making him jump with a squeal. Scott giggled out of anticipation, shakily grabbing into Ramona’s hands that were now gently resting on Scott’s sides.

“Yehes?” Scott asked, already forgetting her question from mere moments ago. It clicked when Ramona’s fingers immediately began to poke and scribble at his hips.

Oh shit-

That really tickled-

“GAHAHAHAHA! RAHAHAMOHONAHAHA! SHIT! SHIT! SHIHHIHIT!!” Scott almost screamed with how much it tickled. Of course Ramona would go right back to the spot that made him freak out a second ago.

“You’re really ticklish here aren’t you?” Ramona snickered, letting her fingers dig into each little nerve on Scott’s hips and sides. Even poking at his stomach and ribs to make Scott twitch and squirm with each ticklish tase. Scott’s hands couldn’t keep up with Ramona constantly switching spots. He eventually settled on trying his best to hug his waist and cover as much of his ticklish spots as he could.

Just then, Ramona grabbed onto Scott’s arm and yanked it above his head. Her other hand quick to dig underneath his arm. An honest to god snort surprised both of them before Scott went back to laughing his head off.

“AHAHAHAHA! *snort* STAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Scott’s back arched against the bed as his free hand scrambled to grab at Ramona’s. The tickling must’ve been messing up his coordination because he seemed to always just miss her hand whenever she goes for a new spot on his ribs or his neck then back to his underarm.

Ramona made sure to remember which spots made Scott twitch a little harder or laugh a bit more.

“You’re saying stop, but do you really mean that Scott?” Ramona teased, grabbing both of Scott’s hands and pinning them beside his head. She then leaned down, giving his neck some tickly kisses and small raspberries.

“Nohoho! Rahamonaha plehehease!” Scott’s legs kicked his legs. His hands interlocking with Ramona’s, holding them and using what little strength he had left to try and escape. He could defeat her seven evil exes, but couldn’t fight back when tickled a little??

“No? I knew it.” In a flash of light her hands went back down to his hips and kneaded them like dough. Scott’s eyes went wide as the loudest shriek, in probably his whole life, left his lips before he dissolved into loud laughter.

“THAHAHAHAT’S NAHAT WHAT I MEHEHEANT!!” Scott tried to lean up and squirm as much as he could, but it was pretty hard with Ramona still kissing his neck between her own giggles at her boyfriend’s contagious cackles. Her thumbs continued to dig into his hips, her fingers scribbling along the back of his sides. Raspberry and tickly kisses made sure his neck never got used to the tingly feeling.

“Maybe if you admit you love it I’ll stop.” Ramona finally leaned up from his neck, but her attack on his hips didn’t let up. He shook his head and pushed at her hands. The red on his cheeks had now spread to his ears.

“NAHAHAHAHA! IHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T! RAHAMOHONAHAHA! AHA! PLEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAHAP!” She used his weakness from the tickling as a chance to quickly pin his arms under her knees and go right back to his hips. This new position left him completely helpless. And he knew she wouldn’t stop until he said it even if his face went purple.

“AHAHAHAHA! OKAY! OKAHAHAHAHAY! IHI LOHOHOVE IT! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Scott went into silent laughter. The only sound being from his legs kicking in defeat. Ramona pulled away, giving him a kiss to the forehead before falling to the side and laying back beside him.

Scott’s arms quickly wrapped around himself. His chest rose and fell with each breath. He still giggled from the leftover tingling sensation. No one has ever tickled him like that… Well- maybe other than Wallace. Oh fuck- Romana and Wallace were gonna bond over this weren’t they?

“You’re really cute when you laugh like that you know.” Ramona interrupted his thoughts. Scott rolled over and looked into her eyes. He forgot for a second what he had just said through his laughter. But maybe he didn’t mind that he said it. Not to Ramona at least.

“I lohove you Ramona.” Scott said without thinking. It’s not that he hadn’t said it before, it just kinda came out of nowhere considering the situation. Ramona smiled.

“I love you too Scott Pilgrim.”

[magniloquent-raven]

its midnight and im sleeby but i finished this thing i started scribbling out this afternoon based on @harringroveera 's post that i couldnt get outta my brain

i think i might have angsted it up a little cuz i can't help myself but its still cute so. pls enjoy

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Billy's not super clear on where he is right now.

There are people everywhere. Yelling. Laughing. Music plays over a big fancy sound system. There's a blurry blue light glowing through glass sliding doors that he's been staring at for a little while 'cause it's…pretty. Twinkly and stuff. 

He's too many drinks past a good buzz, that much he's sure of. His head feels. Floaty. And heavy. And if he tries to move the room starts to spin. 

Whatever he's sitting on is comfy though. Soft. Softer than his damn mattress with that broken spring that's always stabbing him in the ribs. 

He's tired. Really tired.

Feels like he hasn't slept in months.

To his left a girl starts squealing as her boyfriend grabs her around the waist, to his right a speaker vibrates against the wall, buzzing to the beat of a deep bassline. Everything sounds far away, though. White noise blending together while the edges of his vision go fuzzy and faded.

He feels his head tip, just a little, and then—

With a sharp inhale he jolts, blinks, glancing around blearily at a silent, empty room.

It's still dark out. The blue glow still shimmers at him through glass. A lamp lights the room he's in. Everything's…shapes. Colours. His brain is still mushy.

He blinks a couple more times. His eyes are dry. Wobbly. All the shapes are wobbly.

"Hey, man, party's over." A voice startles him. He tries to look around, but it fucking hurts, and moving his head is so much work. Whatever, it's a nice voice. Way nicer than the jarring silence. 

Wait, why's the party over. He doesn't want the party to be over.

He wrinkles his nose. "Nooo…" 

"...Yeessss." There's a pause. "Everyone is gone, dude."

"No." Billy rubs his eyes. The chair is still so comfy. He sinks further into it, unwilling to move. "You're here."

"It's my house. I'm allowed to stay." The voice sounds amused. There's some rustling behind Billy. Plastic crinkling. Maybe. Something being moved around. "Why are you even here, anyways?" 

Hazy memories jumble together. A flask of vodka in his pocket, slipped under itchy robes. Sitting two heads away from Steve Harrington, sneaking glances between barely concealed shots. A droning speech. Another droning speech. Neil's solemn face in a crowd, watching him walk across the stage to shake hands with…the guy. The. Whatever.  

Some girl digging her talons into his arm after he slipped away from Neil's attempts to maintain a public image by acting like he gave a shit about his son's accomplishments. Beer and cheap tequila and shitty music blurring into each other as he gets dragged around like a trophy dangling off the elbow of whichever nameless girl claimed him for the night.

"Graduated," he says, picking at a sticky spot on the thigh of his jeans. Pinching the fabric isn't doing anything but he can't stop prodding. 

"Yeah, I know, with honors. Congrats." There's a huff. A silence. "Doesn't explain why you're here though." Footsteps, sneakers on linoleum, tap tap tap, meandering around whatever room is at his back. Glass bottles getting moved around. It's sort of soothing to listen to someone move around their house without any reason to be keeping track of their movements.

Well, unless…

Billy's stomach flips, and his chest goes tight. "You're not gonna kick me out are you?" he asks, his voice small. He feels sick, saying it. Thinking about it. He doesn't want to be anywhere else. This house smells sweet under the stink of spilled beer and leftover perfume. And he likes this chair.

The movement behind him stops for a second. "...Nnno?"

He breathes. Relaxing into velvety upholstery. "'Kay." 

"You sure you don't have anywhere to be? Family waiting up? Girlfriend expecting a midnight rendezvous?" 

Billy snorts. "No one gives a shit where I am." 

Neil will care tomorrow when Billy makes him look bad by pulling up hungover and in yesterday's clothes, but that's a problem for tomorrow. He won't be waiting up for him, worrying about Billy's safety or whatever.

A glass bottle clinks against something. "What about your sister?"

"Pfff…" He snickers, and gives his head a tiny shake. The movement makes everything spinny for a second and he has to pause to swallow bile. The sour taste on his tongue feels appropriate. And gross. "I fucked up. Everything. Beat the shit outta her friend. She's prolly hoping I don' come home at all. Ever."

Another glass bottle gets set down, slower this time. Carefully. "...This friend of hers…"

"Steve," Billy sighs. His eyes fall shut and he leans back into a cushioned headrest. His insides do the stupid fluttery thing they always do when he thinks about Steve. Steve and his stupid kissable face. 

"It was pretty dumb of him to pick a fight with you, huh," the voice says wryly. 

"Mnh…I guess." There's a soft snort behind him. But something prickles at Billy. Guilt, maybe. It's uncomfortable. He chews his lip as his eyes start to burn. "Nah. No. Whole thing was my fault. All my fault. S'always my fault." 

Saying it doesn't make it feel better.

"What do you mean?" There's sounds anymore. Just the voice, and Billy's heartbeat in his ears.

"It's…" Billy swipes at his eyes with the back of his hand. "It's a secret."

"I'm good at keeping those."

"You can't tell him."

"...I definitely will not tell him."

Billy hums. "He's real pretty, y'know."

"So I've been told, but what—"

"No, he's…he's so pretty. Like, I can't believe it sometimes, and I just wanna. Do something about it. All the time. But it hurts. Hurts so bad, and it's not supposed to, so I had to—I had to…I just got so mad. And I had to prove I didn't wanna kiss him, but I do. 'Cause I like him so much. Too much."

The silence is back. Ringing in Billy's ears. He sniffles quietly. 

"Oh…" 

"Please don't tell him. Or anyone."

"Billy…"

"Promise."

There's a strained pause. Billy fidgets, his insides twisting into knots. 

"I promise." The voice is so gentle, and it makes Billy's eyes sting again. He blinks away tears and listens to more bottles being moved. Plastic cups hitting plastic bags. Sneakers against linoleum, and hardwood, and carpet. And after a while, "You're not gonna spend all night in the chair, are you?"

"You said—"

"I'm not kicking you out, I just meant. There's a guest bed, man," 

"Oh."

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Sunlight hits Billy directly in the face and he rolls over, groaning. 

The motion makes his stomach lurch, but he buries his face in…pillowcase. Unfamiliar pillowcase. Smells like honeysuckle and clean air and it's softer than any bedding he's ever touched. 

His legs are tangled in sheets just as sweet-smelling and finely woven, and his guts give another heave as he realizes he's only wearing briefs. 

Did…did he fuck someone last night?

He was definitely drunk enough to do something that stupid, if the cottonmouth and pounding headache are any indication, but he doesn't fucking remember. Which would normally be a blessing, except he usually doesn't stay the goddamn night. 

Is he going to have some girl hanging all over him for the first couple weeks of summer? Until he can figure out how to ditch her without making it look like he's too eager to.

Or maybe he'll stick around for a little while, this bed is actually ridiculous. He might be able to fake his way through one shitty summer fling if it means sleeping like a goddamn king. There are like, five pillows, and it feels like he's laying on a cloud. 

He nuzzles deeper into the pillowcase. Smells nice too.

His memories of the previous day mostly stop around Tammy Whatsherface dragging him away for a graduation afterparty. Maybe he shouldn't have started drinking at noon. 

Christ, he's not even sure how he got here, or where his car is. 

Or where here is.

It's one of the Loch Nora houses, probably. Nowhere else would have sheets like this.

Eventually he drags himself, reluctantly, out of bed. And immediately tastes bile.

Which is. Bad. 

Being upright is bad. 

And he doesn't know where the nearest toilet is. Which could be extremely bad. Girls whose carpets you puke on don't invite you back to sleep in their nice guest rooms.

So, he's very slow and careful about pulling his jeans on. And he makes sure to pause when he starts to feel clammy, sitting on the floor to stop his head spinning. 

It takes him forever to get mostly dressed, jeans and an undershirt are enough. He can't find his button-up and socks require too much bending down, which his dehydrated brain does not appreciate. 

Peeking out into the nondescript hall doesn't provide any more answers about whose house this is. It's all shiny boring expensive decor and not a single person in sight.

Oh, looks like there's a bathroom at the end of the hallway though, good. 

He beelines for the sweet promise of a place to piss and rinse out his mouth, shuffling past a couple closed doors, listening for any signs of life and hearing nothing, until he shoulders his way into the bathroom and freezes in his tracks, because—

"Hey, uh. You're awake." Steve Harrington blinks at him, standing in front of a plain oval mirror, hairbrush in hand. Which he obviously hasn't used yet, because the bedhead he's sporting is kind of hilarious. It's all fluff in every direction. Billy wants to run his hands through it. 

Worse, though, is the fact that he's bare chested, wearing an unzipped hoodie and soft plaid pants, with all that fucking chest hair, and he's looking at Billy with a curious expression that isn't remotely like any way he's ever looked at Billy before and this is…all very, very strange.

So, obviously Billy's theory about what happened last night was wrong. He's not even back to square one, he has less than no idea what the fuck is happening.

"...Yes," Billy responds after a beat too long. 

Great.

Fantastic.

Very smooth.

The corner of Steve's mouth twitches. There's something soft and warm about the amusement twinkling in his eyes and it's making Billy itch. 

"I think I'm gonna puke."

Steve snorts, and drops his hairbrush on the vanity. "Right, I'll get out of your way then." He sidles past Billy, far too close, patting his shoulder as he passes. Which does not help when he's just barely keeping his shit together.

His footsteps fade down the hallway at Billy's back. And Billy doesn't move. 

What the actual fuck.

He slams the bathroom door shut behind him, and leans his forehead against it, trying to breathe slowly through his nose. 

They didn't have sex last night. There's no way. He did not fuck Steve Harrington.

He couldn't have. Steve would never…

He's not…

That's just. Not what happened. Because that would never happen. 

It kind of looks like that's what happened, but it's not. 

He sits on the floor, head in his hands. And breathes. 

It's unclear how long he stays curled up on cold tile. Long enough that his legs start to feel stiff. Nothing about last night comes back to him. He sighs.

And gets up.

And splashes some water on his face. Drinks a little from the tap. Uses some of the mouthwash he digs out from under the counter. Takes a piss.

He's still unsteady. His temples throb if he moves too quickly. But he feels a little less like roadkill.

Steve waves at him when he spots him coming down the stairs. Waggles his fingers in the air, like they're best buds and this situation isn't the most surreal thing to happen to them since the Byers' weirdly trashed living room.

Billy rubs the back of his neck. "...Hey."

"Coffee?"

"Sure."

Steve pulls out two mugs, one of his thumbs stuck through a hole in the cuff of his sleeve. There's sunlight warming the honey-coloured highlights in his hair.

Yeah, no, this is definitely more fucked up than finding Max in a random house with a busted window and shitty drawings everywhere.

He might actually have lost his mind.

"What the fuck happened last night?" He blurts, his cheeks hot, fingers jittery. He shoves his hands in his pockets, fists balled up against his thighs.

Steve glances at him out of the corner of his eye. "Ah, figures you don't remember."

"Don't remember what?"

"You were pretty out of it."

"Yeah, thanks, I know that part."

Steve snorts, grabbing more things out of cupboards. Billy's paying more attention to his hands than what's in them. "You didn't want to leave, so I let you sleep upstairs."

"...Why?"

"You didn't say, just said you didn't have anywhere else to be."

"That's not what I meant." He knows exactly why he didn't want to leave. All the many reasons why he'd rather be here than under Neil's roof. Or anywhere else. What doesn't make any fucking sense is Steve accommodating him. 

Steve's eyes flicker to his again, briefly, before he turns back to the counter. When he shrugs the nonchalance seems forced. "You're a lot nicer when you're plastered."

"I���" Billy opens his mouth. Shuts it again. 

What the fuck does that mean. 

Steve fidgets with a spoon. "You got…kind of weepy, y'know."

Oh.

Goddamnit.

His shoulders go tense, jagged edges of a shield around what's left of his dignity. "Fuck you, Harrington," he snaps. It's all he can muster when he doesn't know what the fuck he was crying about. Every possibility is worse than the last.

"Yeah, you wish," Steve mutters.

Billy freezes. 

And doesn't recover quick enough to hide it from Steve. Steve's eyebrows shoot up. "Holy shit, it's true isn't it?" He turns around fully, the mess he's made of the counter forgotten. 

Fuck.

"I—don't know what you're talking about." His stupid deer-in-the-headlights expression is mostly under control but the sudden tremble in his voice definitely fucking isn't. 

He backs away a step and then stops. Where the fuck is he going to go, he doesn't know where his car is, where his keys are, and he's fucking barefoot. Running upstairs and locking himself in Steve's bathroom seems just a little too pathetic but that doesn't mean he doesn't consider it.

Billy clenches his jaw. It makes his head pound. "What exactly did I say last night?" He grits out, crossing his arms over his chest. 

Steve eyes him. Slowly, carefully. Deliberating. He chews his bottom lip. The silence is fucking agonizing. 

"Can't tell you," he finally replies, his voice light. One corner of his mouth lifts into half a smile, and scratches his cheek. "I promised I wouldn't tell anyone."

"That's…" Billy rubs his forehead with the palm of his hand, like he's looking for the button to restart his poor, confused brain. He drops his hand, exasperated, eyebrows creeping up to his hairline. "Steve, what the fuck."

Steve cracks a full-blown grin. "I told you I'm good at keeping secrets."

"I swear to god—"

"Aw c'mon, I can't break a promise! Especially 'cause you asked so nicely. You were so polite. It was very cute."

"I…what?"

He can't have heard that right.

Or Steve's just fucking with him. That's what's going on here. Billy let something slip last night and now Steve's holding it over his head. Because why wouldn't he, honestly. He has every reason to want to mess with Billy, and now he's got the perfect leverage.

"Billy." Steve's voice is soft, suddenly. His expression gentles, and he moves to close the gap between them. And Billy…doesn't get it. He's stalled out and stuck trying to figure out how this is gonna go wrong, how it fits into whatever prank Steve is clearly pulling.

He doesn't know what his face is doing, but he's pretty sure he's being way more readable than he'd like. 

He nearly jumps out of his skin when Steve touches him. A hand on his shoulder. A hesitant, awkward pat. Testing the waters, maybe. Trying to make sure he's real, maybe.

Is any of this real? Billy's still not convinced. He can smell Steve's shampoo and see all the little flecks of colour in his eyes and his shoulder is still burning where they made contact, but…

"I'm sorry I hurt you, y'know," Steve murmurs, his gaze dropping, hovering somewhere around Billy's crossed arms. He reaches out again, fingers grazing Billy's knuckles this time. All Billy can do is blink at him, afraid to breathe. "Doesn't have to be like that."

He tugs at Billy's hand, untucking it from the crook of his elbow, unfolding Billy's arms, and Billy lets him. One hand drops to his side and the other stays cradled in Steve's grip. He's…staring at it like he's studying for a test. Billy has no idea what's so fucking interesting, or what Steve's talking about, but he's also not bothered at this point. 

His knees feel like jello. 

"You could've just kissed me."

Billy nearly collapses. Like one of those swooning chicks in shitty romance novels. Breathless and flushed and overwhelmed. Except he just stands there like a moron, staring at Steve. And Steve's mouth.

"What?" he manages not to sound too strangled. Miraculously. 

Steve smiles at him, almost sheepishly. "You still could. I wouldn't mind."

"You…wouldn't."

"Yeah, I mean, if you had morning breath still it might be a different story, but…" Steve gestures vaguely, pulling Billy's hand along with him as he shrugs. 

Billy snorts.

And hey, maybe Steve is messing with him, and this will blow up in his face, but…

Well, he just really wants to kiss him before it does.

So he leans in and presses their lips together. 

~~tag list @spreckle @growup-thatbeautiful @prettyboy-like-you @suddenlyinlove

[hearts4robs]

𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥.🪞

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Fandom. Harry Potter universe

Pairing. Ronald Weasly x fem!reader (she/her)

Genre. fluff/soft/sfw🍊

Word count. 722

Warnings. The word “cunt”?

Req. This wasn’t necessarily a request, but I wrote this for my friend some times back and I thought I'd share🫶

Summary. You’re gorgeous and Ron can’t help but tell you.

Notes. I felt like I wasn’t writing enough for the other fandoms so I made one😛 This is also very much not read through, it’s a bit rough writing and grammar.

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It was early morning. One of those early mornings where the fog of the morning still painted over the fields outside and around the grounds of Hogwarts. One of those mornings where [your name] knew that [dorm mates name] would be yapping about her feet getting cold and her toes going numb.

[Your name]s toes weren’t going numb. Because [your name] was stood in the small kitchenette of Ronald, Harry, Neville, Thomas and Seamus’ small dorm room. The majority was home for the holidays leaving just Ron and Harry in the dorm. Harry was no where to be found so it was just Ronald and [your name] in the warmth of the cozy and warm toned room.

Ron rolls onto his side, stretching his arm out to grab a hold of his girlfriend. She wasn’t there. A frown paints Ron’s brows as he blinks his eyes open, squinting as he searches the room. The warmth of his thick covers were too nice and heavy for him to even try and get out of them.

He didn’t have to. [your name] was mere meters from him, 8 meters max. Her back was turned to him, a pair of home-knitted socks keeping her toes warm, pyjama pants resting around her waist and hugging her legs just right. A loose band t-shirt that Ron had no idea who the owner of it was, draped over her shoulders, the loose fabric oversized on her, revealing her left shoulder. Ron smiled lazily to himself as he watched his girlfriend’s [your hair colour] hair fall down her back, her feet quietly shuffling against the hard wooden floors as she makes herself her morning mug of tea.

Ronald’s head was fuzzy with all sorts of emotions. His pupils dilate slightly, his eyes flickering up the curves of his girlfriends body. His hand sinks into the soft fabric of the pillow [your name] had borrowed for the night. He tugs it to his chest, his nose nuzzling into the fabric as he breathed her in, a tired and groggy sigh leaving his nose. [Your name] heard this and she turns her head, her body soon following.

“Good morning, cunt.” She mutters, her own voice rough from the cold night of sleep. Ron’s eyes followed her as she walking to the bed. Ron has never placed his head in her lap so fast as she took a seat on his bed. He didn’t mind the degrading nickname. It was rare she called him something nice or endearing.

His arms wraps around her waist, his fingers digging into her flesh in an attempt to get closer, to feel her presence better. A breathy giggle leaves his girlfriends lips as her fingers run through his hair. He lets out a content sigh as his muscles relax, a hum vibrating his lips as he lays there.

“Did you sleep well?” [your name] asks, her voice almost making Ron squeeze her even tighter. He merely nods slowly, nuzzling closer to the warmth of his girlfriend.

“What about you?” He asks, his voice rough and laced with sleep as he looks up at [your name], his eyelashes fluttering slightly. [Your name] nods as her hand tracked to his cheek. His flesh melts into her hand as he tilts his head closer.

The warm liquid of [your name]s morning tea burns against her lips, her focus on the mug, careful not to drop it or spill all over Ron. Her thump drags gently across Ron’s cheek as she sits there in silence, Ron’s sleepy and slightly stuffed nose making his breathing the only audible sound in the room. A few minutes pass by with Ronald just laying there and [your name] holding him.

“… You’re beautiful, [your name].” He confesses, his voice quietly and rough from the lack of use. [Your name]s cheeks doesn’t take more than a few seconds to reach the same temperature as the tea in her mug.

“Shove off, dickhead.” [Your name] pushes Ron’s head off of her lap as she stands up, her nose wrinkling as she, despite her suppressed smile, walks away annoyed. Ronald hand help but smile as she watches her. She was beautiful even then.

[ninapi]

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ A Perfect Circle ╝

Premise: When you like the guy who likes the guy that likes you, things get a little out of hand, when a triangle becomes a circle not just one gets hurt.

Word Count: 2484

Chapter 3: First love

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Yamaguchi Tadashi had been in your mind ever since the day you met him, he was like a plague invading all your thoughts.

The way his nose twitched when he didn’t know the answer during a test, the way his throat went up down so vividly every time he was nervous.

His little sighs when he was bored, the way the wind messed up his hair every morning.

While all this seemed more than normal and even boring to your other friends, to you, it was more than enough to make you lose sleep.

A love like no other some would say, pure, not tainted by lust or other unworthy feelings.

What you didn’t know though, is that to Tsukishima Kei, you meant exactly the same.

While you were sleeping soundly on the air mattress in his room, all he could think about was of your beautiful face. How funny and silly it looked when you snorted at his turtle comments, how you thought he was nice, how your smile could light an oven on its own. 

It was overly distracting and incredibly annoying to feel this way.

He knew he shouldn’t, his best friend since childhood clearly had a thing with you, and you, well you were very much in love with him, that much was clear.

He shouldn’t be thinking of that cute little mole of yours and how much he wanted to kiss it, how soft your hair might be, how he wanted to play with it while you slept on his chest, how he wanted to take a whiff of that fruity scent that came out of it when he was near.

It was frustrating, he wanted to hit his face with a baseball bat just as much as he wanted to smash his lips on yours and take all the Yamaguchi off of them right away.

While this happens to most people on their teenage years, for him this was the first time.

He had a girlfriend once, mostly to get Yamaguchi off his back, he wanted him to realize he wasn’t into guys and that ended up breaking that random girl’s heart, which is ridiculous, he can’t even remember her name, that’s how important she was for him. But you, he can even remember the color of the thread that was hanging lose from your backpack, it was purple yet you weren’t wearing anything that matched that hue, made him go in a rabbit hole of where you might have caught it.

It was ridiculous.

No, he was ridiculous.

Why was that important? Was he really jealous of a stupid tiny piece of fuzzy purple wool? Could have even been from your mother’s sweater, or someone in a bus that bumped onto you. Why was he thinking of such a thing at four in the morning? He’s become lame, age wasn’t doing him any good.

On the contrary, Yamaguchi was sleeping like a baby angel.

His blanket was so comfortable and warm, the soft lingering feeling of your lips on his made his slumber feel so peaceful. He hasn’t had such a fulfilling sleep in ages as he’s been tormenting himself since he has recollection of his feelings for Tsukki, sleeping has never been as necessary as his time dedicated to analyzing his counterpart.

But accepting it’s finally over was so liberating, it was like putting heavy luggage away for good, his back muscles were so relaxed after those kisses of yours, his heart was racing so much it made him tired, overall his condition was great and he was feeling fantastic, though having you in his arms would have made it all even better.

Yamaguchi’s first love was not you, everyone knew this much, but you were his first requited one, and having someone you like to like you back was the most rewarding thing he’s ever felt.

Sunrise has never taken this long to come, but finally, the night was over.

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The sunshine filtering through Tsukishima’s window woke you up bright an early. The air mattress proved to be more comfortable than anticipated and while the night itself was pretty wild and calming down your heart from all the different emotions you had felt all in one night was pretty hard, you had a fairly decent sleep. 

When you got up you noticed Tsukki had a rough night, his t-shirt had rolled up to uncover his chiseled abdomen, both feet resting on top of the pillows and his head was nearly on the floor. You wanted to help him get into a comfier position but that was not possible, sadly, the man wasn’t just tall, but extremely heavy.

You had his head in both of your hands when he woke up, his eyes were still half closed but he could see your beautiful hair cascading down his face, “(Y/N)…?” his voice was raw and sleep clad, somehow it made your heart skip a beat, a bit too loud as you gasped and let his head fall back to where it originally was hanging from the side of the couch.

“Ouch…just what were you doing, woman?”

“Um…you….you…were about to fall and I was trying to help you back up the couch so you could sleep some more, but you’re so heavy! Or I’m too puny…that could be too…bottomline is, I failed…” pouting, you plopped down on the floor, your face closer to his hanging one with this new angle.

Even without his glasses on your beauty took his breath away, your lack of makeup, the messy half bun you managed to do to your hair without a mirror…you were so effortlessly beautiful…

“Next time just wake me up and tell me to lay like a normal person.” that made you chuckle, and while he was incredibly uncomfortable and sure that he had pulled a muscle on his neck, he didn’t want to move an inch away from your beautiful face.

“Will do…Tsukishima-san…”

“Kei. Just call me Kei.” his nose had a cute pinkish warmth crawling from within his inner most hidden desires and it just made you smile.

“Kei, do you like pancakes? Or do you like traditional breakfast better?”

“Ugh…I like both, though I don’t think we have what’s needed for pancakes…do you want me to go to the store?” you were assessing the man as he spoke. He was wearing just one sock, his belly was still out in the open and half of his hair was squished up the side of the couch making him look ridiculous. 

Unable to hold your giggles you shook your head, wanting to spare him from the neighboring glances. “I’ll go get breakfast ready with what you guys have. Why don’t you go take a shower first? Or would you like to sleep some more? Your room is free now…” the thought of sleeping in his room right now was causing a wild arrange of thoughts to flood his head, just thinking of your sweet smell fluttering in the air, on his blanket…oh god his blanket will definitely smell like you…and his pillow…what if you drooled on it…? 

“Ugh no, I…I need a shower…” reluctantly he got up from his awkward position, making more than one bone crack in discomfort as he did so.

“Alright, I’ll get breakfast done then!” 

Just seeing you in his kitchen was a vision to this man, he just knew he’d be dreaming of this very moment for ages. How nicely Yamaguchi’s apron fit around your waist, how you looked in your element, like this was your own house. It ended up engraved within his brain and he silently wished he’d wake up to this sight every single morning for the rest of his life.

With a heavy heart, he walked up the stairs ready to clear his head after a cold shower and warm bath.

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Unlike Tsukki, Yamaguchi made sure to get ready before going down the stairs, he didn’t want you to see his messy hair and sleepy face, so he went straight to the shower room as soon as he woke up, meeting his friend right at the door on his way out, which only earned him a grumble from the other male.

Once he deemed himself ready, he went down the stairs, instantly wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as he saw you cutting some veggies, “Morning gorgeous~”

“Why hello handsome stranger~” both of your giggles could be heard even with the bathroom door closed, making Tsukki to submerge head and all under water.

“Never been this glad before of the fact the store only sells girly frilly aprons. I should have known it was a sign from the heavens for me to buy it just for this moment.”

“Is that your way of saying I look cute~?”

“Nah, you always look cute. More like, the entire picture of you in my kitchen making breakfast…makes me wanna see it every day…”

How can he do this? Like he’s literally saying out loud everything Tsukki felt ashamed of even thinking of. And the worst part were those awfully thin walls and how he was able to hear everything wherever he was.

“You’re too good to me Yams~” 

The silence that fell after that was anxiety inducing to poor Tsukishima. Why was it so quiet all of the sudden? Were they making out again? In his kitchen? With her wearing that pretty apron?

His imagination was vivid and quite accurate, Yamaguchi had you pinned to the sink, his lips trailing kisses down your neck while he played with the apron tassels after a long, loooong deep kiss. 

Was this the norm now? Did he really have to get used to this? Was there no way out of this torture?

He’s never wanted to kiss someone this bad in his entire life and knowing his best friend is probably massaging her throat again with his tongue was driving him insane. He wanted to storm out of there and let them hear a thing or two about indecency once more, but his nakedness stopped him from doing so.

While Tsukishima was causing a tsunami in their bathtub, the kitchen was quite a steamy place and had nothing to do with the boiling rice in the pot. If it wasn’t for Tsukishima being in the house at the moment, that apron would be the only thing you’d be wearing.

Once the door to the bathroom slammed shut as Tsukki came out of it, Yamaguchi bolted away, awkwardly sitting on one of the stools as he promised he would. 

The loving smile you gave him when he did just that filled his heart with so much joy and so much love, all he could think about was kicking him out of the house already so he could go back to that little purple spot now adorning the side of your neck.

Usually Yamaguchi is the one to leave early for school, he always takes on the morning classes, unlike Tsukki who prefers the afternoon ones as they’re closer to practice time. But this morning, neither you nor Yamaguchi had classes, and Tsukki had a tournament coming right up and had morning practice.

He knew he had to leave, he needed to leave otherwise his coach would chew on his head and bench him for the entire tournament, which was bad for his scholarship. But just looking at that lovesick look on Yamaguchi’s face gave him goosebumps.

Thinking of all the nasty stuff he could get you into as soon as he steps out of the apartment made him worry about his very own dirty thoughts, he wasn’t aware he knew this much about intimacy and even worse, he had never been as curious or willing to experience it all, but more than anything, he was completely sure he didn’t want Yamaguchi being the one to do it with his cute little baby turtle. Wait what? He was sick, definitely.

“Kei! Come sit with us! You didn’t have much so I made some rice and salad! Hope that’s ok.”

“Rice and salad…?”

“Um, I also made some tea…” that made both of them burst out laughing.

“I’m sorry love, I didn’t know we didn’t have food. Must be time to go to the store, maybe we can go later.”

Love? Did he just call you love? Tsukki’s blood was boiling, same as your face as you relished in his affections.

“It’s ok really. And sure! Let’s go later, I’ll cook you some yummy lunch.”

“Do you guys not have school today or what?” poison came out of his mouth with every word.

“We have a class but until late, though we are probably skipping it…”

“Why would you do such a thing?” he felt offended somehow, gave him urges of calling Yamaguchi’s mom as he would do back in middle school.

“Would you not? I mean sadly, is not every day I get to have my babe here all day with me. School can wait.” As he said this, he was pulling you over so you’d sit on his knees, feeding you a little tomato from his salad bowl.

“Ugh I lost my appetite…I’ll be leaving now…”

“I should have gone to the store and get something better…” the little pout gracing your cute little lips made his heart shatter.

“No, it’s not your fault (Y/N)…I’ll…I’ll take it with me ok?” He moved to grab a small lunch box he hadn’t used since high school and poured the rice and remaining salad in it as if it was a precious treasure or expensive feast, “I’ll eat it later, I promise.” his little smile made you smile as well as you nodded happily. 

“I’ll save you some lunch so you can eat it when you’re back from practice! Have a nice day!”

“Yeah…you too…or wait…no please don't…” that made you and even Yamaguchi chuckle, he was being too cute for his own good.

His heart felt even heavier than before but there was a good thing about all this…you’d still be home when he’s back from school.

With a new found resolution he left for practice, leaving all the complicated thoughts behind, if he wanted a good fight, he would give him just that.

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[fariadraws]

A Rainy Day

Rain started for the first time after Rapunzel's return to the castle. Ecstatic at the rhythmic sound of the rain, she rushed to the palace garden and started dancing. Cassandra tried to bring her back as the king had ordered her to, so Rapunzel wouldn't get sick. But Rapunzel ran away at the sight of the lady-in-waiting. Cassandra ran after her but stumbled on a small stone and fell headfirst into a hole full of fuzzy rainwater. Rapunzel didn't notice her fall and ran further away.

Getting up with her uniform dirty, Cassandra went to Eugene, who was reading a book, reclining on his bed with a blanket on.

"Would you please excuse me, sir?" Cassandra mocked.

"Sure, how can I help you?" Eugene replied.

"Go and get your girlfriend back from the rain. King is afraid she'll get sick." Cassandra's voice went uphill from the soft tone at the end.

Eugene jumped out of bed, grabbed an umbrella, and went out to the palace garden.

"You can't stay nice for long, can you?" He told Cassandra before leaving.

"Rapunzel! Come back!" Eugene shouted as the rhythmic sound increased with the continuous heavy rain.

"Eugene, drop the umbrella! Oh my gosh! It feels so good! I'll dance all day."

"Dance inside the house."

"Are you crazy? It feels like heaven! I've never been outside while it's raining! Don't you dare kill my fun!"

"But blo...oh, you're no longer a blondie anymore!" Eugene remembered he had cut the seventy feet long golden waterfall with his own hand! But with or without the hair, she always looks stunning. Even on this cloudy, gloomy, rainy day, she is shining like the sun. Her wet skin and brown hair reflected the light penetrating the shower.

"Eugene! Come, dance with me!" Rapunzel said, flipping her short hair.

"Not today, sunshine!"

"SUNSHINE! That's the name I should call her!" Eugene thought.

"Sunshine, come back. I'll tell you a horror story; it's cozy inside!"

"No way! I want to enjoy this divine fall of happiness as long as I can!"

"Okay, now you're testing my patience!" Eugene sighed. He went close to Rapunzel and grabbed her arm with his left hand. His right hand was busy holding the umbrella.

"We can do it again, sunshine. It's summer; lots of rain is still due!" Eugene frowned; he was getting wet despite the umbrella's protection. "Oh no, I'm gonna catch a cold!" He began dragging Rapunzel to the house.

"Oh rain, how I feel your existence! Aren't you beautiful!" Rapunzel screamed.

Thunder struck somewhere near with a heavy sound.

Rapunzel squeaked and held Eugene tightly.

"Let's go inside. I don't want to be here for a moment longer," she quickly said, scared.

"Alright!" Eugene chuckled.

[not-orphaned-account]

You, Only You - Chapter 2

In which Satoru thinks very heterosexual and platonic thoughts. Also breakfast.

Satoru has always been told that he’s a restless sleeper; anyone he’s ever shared a room with has been very vocal about his flailing, talking, sometimes even sleep walking. It’s not like it bothers him much when he sleeps alone, aside from the few times he’s accidentally rolled out of bed in the middle of the night. On top of that, he’s a light sleeper, probably something to do with his six eyes or having his infinity up more often than not. But when he falls asleep with Suguru in his arms, he always wakes up slowly, feeling fully rested, in almost the exact same position.

This morning is no different. He wakes up first, floating in the golden fog of half-sleep as his thoughts slowly begin to come back online. He doesn’t feel the need to open his eyes right away, just letting his brain turn on as he starts to become aware of his surroundings. He feels the weight of Suguru against his chest, the warmth of his skin, the slow shifting of his back under Satoru’s hand as he breathes.

Suguru has always been somewhat peaceful in comparison to him. While Satoru is restless and fidgety, Suguru is stoic and calm. To anyone on the outside, he probably seems chill, laid back and relaxed. But Satoru knows him, he’s the only one who does, he knows that under that calm exterior, Suguru’s thoughts roil and roar like the curses he eats, putting creases in his brow and shadows under his eyes and painting his face with a thin smile that seems to fool everyone but Satoru. Things are different on mornings like this, though; his forehead is smooth, his mouth is lax, and he always looks like he’s never known a trouble in his life.

It’s one of Satoru’s favourite sights, and he realizes all of a sudden that he’s missing it with his eyes closed. He fixes that immediately, dragging them open and blinking the fuzziness from his vision.

He was right, as usual. They seem to have turned sometime during the night, with Satoru ending up on his back and Suguru half-laying on his chest, leaving his cheek pressed against Satoru’s shirt and his fingers curled over his pec. His hair spills over his shoulders and pools on Satoru’s chest like ink, and there’s drool leaking out of the corner of his mouth and soaking into his shirt, and he finally looks truly, genuinely peaceful.

Unable to resist, Satoru gently brushes a lock of hair behind his ear, giving him an unobstructed view of his face. Suguru really is pretty; definitely not the same kind of pretty as a girl, but it’s somehow better. He’s a kind of pretty that doesn’t seem as though he should be called ‘pretty’ at all; a kind of pretty that other people would probably edge into ‘handsome,’ because there’s something so specifically masculine about it that calling him pretty might be frowned at.

He is pretty, though. His hair is soft and shines somehow darker in the sunlight. His cheeks are fuller than they used to be, a bit of a healthier glow to his skin than there was a few years ago. He has a strong chin, Satoru thinks as he runs his thumb along it, and a good jawline. Nice eyebrows too, dark and smooth and delicate, though they ruffle a little when he drags his thumb along them the opposite way, snickering as they turn into little caterpillars under his touch. Serves him right, really; he’s too pretty, the world couldn’t handle it if everyone knew just how pretty he was without Satoru messing him up a little first.

He wonders if, when Suguru finally finds a girlfriend, she’ll be as pretty as he is. He wonders if maybe she’ll be petite and feminine, delicate and traditional with a pale complexion and striking eyes; or if she’ll be taller and more muscular, stronger, loud and a bit too brash, someone to hold her own weight alongside Suguru.

Both ideas make him wrinkle his nose, and he ruffles Suguru’s eyebrows again.

He wonders if she’ll see how pretty Suguru is, or if she’ll do as everyone else does: chalk him up to his strength without considering how he looks in the early morning light, how his voice sounds whispering about all of the things that make him happy, how soft his smile is when he looks at the girls, or at Haibara, or at—

Suguru’s brow furrows, and he makes a quiet noise as his nose twitches. Satoru watches in amusement as his face goes through a series of strange movements before his eyes finally flutter open, just barely, just enough for him to see the dark irises. For a moment, he's not even sure if Suguru is awake; then, his lips curve up in a slow, sleepy smile, and he finds himself smiling back.

“G’morning,” Suguru mumbles, lazily rubbing his eyes with his fist. Satoru grins.

“Morning, leaking beauty.”

Suguru’s brow furrows in confusion; Satoru thumbs at the wet spot on his shirt where his face was mashed into it.

It’s always funny to see Suguru flustered; his face goes red and he frowns, making Satoru grin wider.

“So gross, really.”

Suguru narrows his eyes at him. In one swift move, before Satoru can react, he shoots up, licking a hot, wet stripe up the side of his face.

Satoru splutters and shoves his face away as he settles back down with a shit-eating grin, folding his hands over Satoru’s chest and resting his chin on his fingers.

“How’s that for gross?”

“You know, you really abuse my kindness,” Satoru sniffs. Suguru raises an eyebrow. 

“What ‘kindness?’”

“Lowering infinity,” Satoru points out. “You know you’re the only one I do it for. And then you go and do stuff like this! Truly so mean to me.”

Suguru rolls his eyes so hard that Satoru wonders if he can see his own brain.

“Oh, of course. How could anyone possibly be so cruel.”

“At least you recognize it.”

Suguru thumbs his forehead and Satoru laughs, batting his hand away. His fingers close around his wrist, not entirely on purpose, and they follow the movement of his hand as he lowers it to lay on Satoru’s chest.

“Do we have anything to do this morning?” 

Satoru hums, folding his free arm behind his head and absently running his fingers up and down the length of Suguru’s wrist.

“Nah,” he says. “I’ve got to do my mission write up, but that’ll take, like, two seconds.”

Suguru snorts quietly.

“I think Yaga would prefer a clear, complete report over something you wrote on the back of a napkin in under a minute,” he points out. Satoru gives a long suffering sigh.

“I’ll be fine. The curse is gone, I’m back in one piece, et cetera, et cetera.”

He yelps as Suguru digs his chin into the centre of his chest, and retaliates by stabbing his forehead with a sharp knuckle.

They settle down after a few more pinches and jabs, Suguru laying across his chest again and Satoru’s fingers finding his hair. It’s fun to play with, especially since he’s been growing it out and wearing it down more. He still ties it up for missions and training, but for classes and lazy days around the school, he’s adopted a sort of half-bun that leaves most of his hair draping over his shoulders. It’s pretty, and Satoru likes to watch his hair flutter and swish as he walks.

He’s not quite sure what time it is, but he can’t bring himself to care all that much with Suguru’s weight over him and his fingers lazily drawing circles over his chest. Eventually, though, they do have to get up, the push coming when Satoru’s stomach growls so aggressively that Suguru’s cheek vibrates where it’s pressed against it. They look at each other for a few long moments before Suguru cracks up, muffling his laughter in Satoru’s stomach as he ducks to avoid his embarrassed flick to the face.

They finally drag themselves out of bed. Satoru doesn’t feel like going back to his room to change, so he simply raids Suguru’s closet, ignoring the sigh he hears from behind him as he grabs a long sleeved shirt and sweats. The pants are a little short and the shirt is a bit wide, but he’s always found any clothes he gets from Suguru’s closet to be way comfier than his own, even though they’re just regular clothes. Maybe it’s because Suguru actually does his laundry ‘properly’ (though Satoru still asserts that a ‘right’ way of doing laundry that isn’t just chucking everything in is a myth perpetuated by the washing machine companies), and the fabric is soft and always smells nice. He holds the collar of the shirt up to his nose and inhales, delighting in the familiar scent.

“You’re such a weirdo,” Suguru says from across the room. He’s combing his hair in the mirror by his bed, and Satoru watches the black locks spill down his back. He meets his eyes in the mirror, catching Suguru’s little smirk and rolling his eyes.

“You simply can’t understand my genius,” he snarks, taking another deep sniff of the fabric just to make Suguru roll his eyes and shake his head.

“Freak.”

“Loser.”

“Brat.”

“Asshole.”

“Suguru?”

Both of them turn, startled by the new voice. The door is cracked open slightly, and Satoru can just see a wide eye peeking out into the room; in the next moment, the door swings open, and two girls rocket across the room and crash into Suguru.

“Ieri said to wait for you, but we were so bored,” Nanako complains, emphasizing the words as though they spell a fate worse than death. Mimiko nods from behind her, though a lot more quiet, chewing idly on the ear of her stuffed animal.

“Sorry,” Suguru says, ruffling her hair with a smile. “Gojo was tired after his mission, so we slept in.”

It’s only then that the girls seem to realize that there’s another person in the room, and they both whirl around. Both of their faces light up, and he can’t help but grin as Nanako darts forward and wraps her tiny arms around his waist.

“Gojo!”

“How’re my two favourite girls?” he laughs, patting her head and reaching over her to do the same to Mimiko. He glances up towards the door.

“Sorry, Shoko.”

Shoko appears in the doorway, fidgeting a toothpick between her lips and looking mildly amused.

“I’ll live,” she deadpans. Suguru laughs again, while Satoru tosses a balled-up sock at her that she dodges with a disgusted look.

“Did you get hurt?” Nanako asks, drawing his attention back down to her. She looks genuinely concerned, and he tucks her hair behind her ear and pats her cheek; he doesn’t have as much of an ingrained childcare sense as Suguru seems to, but he can’t deny that the twins and the Fushiguro siblings have special places in his heart.

“Not even a scratch,” he says, unable to keep the smugness from his voice. Shoko scoffs from the doorway, but Nanako’s face floods with relief, and it’s worth it.

“Have you eaten yet?” Suguru asks.

“Not yet,” says Shoko. “There weren’t any leftovers in the fridge, so I figured we’d just wait for you to wake up.”

Suguru gives her an unimpressed look, and she holds up her hands.

“Hey, don’t blame me. I’m banned from the kitchen, remember?”

“Wait, were there no leftovers at all?” Satoru asks as the five of them leave the room, Suguru leading the way holding the twins’ hands.

“Nope. Nothing in there but raw ingredients.”

Satoru groans.

“Aw man, I totally left some cheesecake in there for when I came back!”

Shoko shrugs, clicking the toothpick against her teeth.

“The fourth years had cleaning duty, and you know how Nanami is about expired food.”

Satoru clicks his tongue.

“Don’t call them fourth years, they haven’t earned it yet.”

Shoko rolls her eyes, the same as she always does when this conversation comes up.

“They're already a semester in, I don't know what to tell you. Just because you're being a man child who refuses to move out of the dorms—”

“I'm not refusing to move out, I've been busy!” Satoru argues. “Besides, Suguru hasn't moved out either.”

“At least I'm packing,” Suguru says over his shoulder. Satoru opens his mouth to make an off colour comment, but Suguru gives him a look at the same time that Shoko elbows him, so he stays quiet and mourns the missed opportunity in his head. 

“Both of you should just move in together and be done with it,” Shoko says, not for the first time. “I mean, that's what's going to end up happening anyways.”

Satoru glances at her with a small frown.

“What's that supposed to mean?”

Shoko just shrugs.

The kitchen lights always hurt his eyes, so he doubles back to fetch his glasses from his room. When he returns, the girls are sitting on the counter while Suguru searches the fridge and Shoko stands a safe distance away.

“What are we thinking?” he asks, looking over his shoulder at them. Nanako swings her feet. 

“Hotcakes!” she says. Mimiko nods aggressively, and Suguru chuckles.

“You shouldn't be having that much sugar for breakfast,” he says, but he's already pulling out the ingredients.

“You're a bad influence,” Satoru clicks his tongue, drawing his attention. He raises an eyebrow, and Satoru shoots a sly grin at the girls.

“You should have more sugar for breakfast. It's one of the essential food groups.”

“Really?” Nanako asks, at the same time that Suguru exclaims, “It is not!” 

Satoru grins and raises his hands in surrender.

“Don't listen to him,” Suguru grumbles. “And you shouldn't sit on the counters, it's dangerous.”

Satoru rolls his eyes at the same time that Shoko muffles a snicker. Suguru narrows his eyes at both of them.

Satoru is a disaster in the kitchen, and Shoko has been exiled by Yaga for setting dry ramen on fire, so Suguru makes the pancakes alone while they entertain the twins. He lets Mimiko ride on his shoulders, laughing when she squeals in excitement from being able to touch the ceiling, while Shoko sits on the floor with Nanako and listens to her talk about her drawings.

“Oh, that reminds me,” Satoru says, lifting Mimiko from his shoulders and casually tucking her under his arm as she giggles uncontrollably. “Suguru told me you've learned to write your name?”

“Oh no,” Shoko mutters with a wry grin, as Nanako’s eyes light up.

“Yeah! I can do it real good now, wanna see?”

“You can show me after breakfast,” he says, and she nods.

When the pancakes are almost done, Suguru enlists Shoko’s help to cut some fruit (because apparently, the strongest sorcerer of the modern age 'can't be trusted with sharp objects’ and ‘at least she can use a scalpel’) and gets Satoru to help the girls set the table. He can't bring himself to be too sulky, though, because the pancakes smell delicious and he's taught Mimiko how to hang a spoon off her nose, much to Suguru’s dismay. 

“Eat your food, Mimiko,” he chastises, and she makes a face but obeys. Satoru catches Shoko’s eyes, and they share an amused look.

Out of the three of them, Suguru has always been the only one with any sort of parental instincts; however, nobody had expected him to be so motherly over the twins. It makes sense, given the fact that he rescued them, and the state they were apparently in at the time; still, sometimes Satoru has to remind himself that this is the same guy he spent his high school years with, the polite good boy who acted a lot more responsible than he was, who was just as much trouble as Satoru himself when the adults weren't looking.

Though, he thinks as he chews a strawberry and watches Suguru help guide Nanako’s hands to cut her hotcakes, technically, they are the adults now.

The thought makes him frown, and to shut it up, he scoops a blueberry up on his spoon and launches it across the table, snickering when it hits Suguru directly between the eyes. 

The look on his face is gold: he blinks a few times, staring down at it as it plops onto his own plate. There's a stain of blue juice on the bridge of his nose, and Satoru has to fight down a laugh as he goes a bit cross-eyed while he slowly, calmlywipes it off.

“Very mature, Satoru,” he says, looking back up with a raised eyebrow and unamused expression. Satoru widens his eyes and innocently points at himself.

“Who, me?”

Suguru just rolls his eyes and wordlessly plucks Nanako’s spoon from her fingers as she takes aim to shoot a piece of kiwi at Satoru.

The rest of the meal goes smoothly, and the incident is forgotten—that is, until the girls are getting up to take their plates to the kitchen, and the moment they turn their backs, something wet and sticky nails Satoru right in the face. He splutters and wipes the whipped cream from his cheek, looking up to see Suguru grinning at him across the table. 

Maybe they're not the adults quite yet, he thinks as he gathers the wayward whipped cream in his hand and lunges across the table towards him. 

[harrys-yellow-snow]

perfect - an h.s one shot °•. ✿ .•°

PART THREE read part one here ! part two here !

word count: 2.5k

themes/triggers/tropes: fluff, angst, lime, arguing, fake dating, relationship...fixing?

As she woke the next morning, her vision was fuzzy. The light pierced through her eyelids, forcing her to twist around in her bedsheets. She grabbed the sheets covering her and she pulled it over her head. She felt groggy, sick, and unwanted, even by herself. She sat up, trying her best to deal with the blinding natural light seeping through the white curtains, and leaned against the headboard. Her mouth hung open as her eyelashes fluttered. She didn’t know much time had passed when she heard the door open. Niall came in with a wooden tray of food and milk.

“Good morning,” Niall mumbled, his voice still fresh from waking up not much earlier. He placed the tray on her lap and sat at the end of her bed. She looked at it and said nothing.

“I’m sorry about last night, Nova.”

“It’s fine. Thank you for this,” she said, pointing at the food in front of her. She took some toast and it crunched between her numb teeth. She went for the burnt side first, letting the smoky flavor soak into her tongue, melting on her mouth. 

“I really didn’t know that would happen,” he said, “or else I would have, you know, not have it happen.” A small smile slipped out.

“Yeah, I understand.” Nova took a little amount of butter and spread it across a piece of the slightly less burnt side of the toast. “It’s not your fault.” Was that a lie?

She finished her breakfast, just a few pieces of toast, in silence. She enjoyed it, but it would’ve been better with a bit more talking. She couldn’t find it in herself to speak with him. Not because she was mad, but she didn’t know what to say about the night before. She thought of Harry’s eyes and the way they stabbed into her heart like a knife. The way he kissed Evangeline in front of her. He trailed kisses down her entire body, looking straight at his ex. Right in the eyes. She caught a sparkle, only for a split second. He looked down and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend, pulling her into his lap.

“Hey,” Niall said, snapping her out of her thoughts, “why don’t I take this and how about we talk a walk through L.A.? I think you’ll like it,” he took the tray from her, bouncing it in his hands to get a better grip on it, “it’s changed a bit since you’ve been here last.”

“Sure. That’d be nice.”

He left her room with the door open. She shuffled underneath the covers, getting comfortable. She was excited, but nervous. What if he was still here?

°•. ✿ .•°

The Los Angeles air was crisp and warm. Nova wore a gray cardigan and white bicycle shorts. Niall walked beside her in a light leather jacket and jeans, black sunglasses shading his eyes from the blinding sun over the mountains. Nova felt that this walk was better than New York. Was it the refreshed feeling of being somewhere new? Was it the softness of her shoes on unfamiliar cement? It could’ve been Niall, strolling casually on the left of the sidewalk. He glanced over at her a couple of times, checking on her. She returned a smile. Getting fresh air made Nova feel a lot better, but when she forgot to focus on the beauty around her, the nausea began to kick her again.

“What else happened?” Nova asked, slipping her hands into the pockets of her cardigan, which ever so gracefully brushed the sensitive skin of her legs. The light breeze made her hair stand on end.

“What do you mean?”

“Did Harry say anything else?” She was desperate. She had to know everything.

“After the party, he stayed in the kitchen. He just… stared at me. I didn’t know what to say, really.”

Niall explained it in great detail. 

Harry sat at the bar with a glass of whiskey, swirling it around. Sorrow filled his eyes, but hints of anger and excitement flashed by. 

“Where’s your girlfriend?” Niall asked, wiping the counter down with a soapy rag, then flipping it to the other side to dry.

“Outside. I wanted to talk to you.”

“About?”

“About Nova.”

Niall perked his head up and stopped cleaning, throwing the towel onto the counter and wiping his forehead, getting rid of the invisible sweat.

“What about her?”

“I don’t know,” Harry started, taking a sip from his drink then placing it in front of the towel, “what’s been going on with her?”

“You’d have to ask her that. It’s not my business to tell,” Niall concluded, continuing to clean.

“Oh, come on, Niall. Just tell me a little?” He pinched his index finger and his thumb as close as possible.

“No. You have her number, right?”

“I deleted it,” Harry said. Niall swept his hair out of his face and sighed.

“She’s doing fine, as far as you're concerned.”

“Does she miss me?”

Niall hesitated, “like I said, you would have to ask her yourself. It’s none of my business to know, or to tell you.” Harry said something incoherent under his breath, most likely a curse.

“Can you give me her number?”

“Not without her permission. I’ll ask her tomorrow.”

“Where is she?”

“Why are you asking all these questions if you already have a girlfriend?” Niall raised his voice, tossing the towel onto the counter harder than before. Harry didn’t respond. Niall rarely raised his voice, which made Harry roll his eyes and take another long sip of his drink.

“Who do you care about more, Harry? Who do you love?”

“Don’t ask me that, Niall—” his monotonous answer was cut off by Niall’s sudden and shocking enthusiasm. 

“If you care so much about Nova, then why’d you bring this new chick along?”

“Niall—”

“If you care so much about Nova, then you wouldn’t have broken her heart.” He was inches away from Harry, being bombarded with both of their alcohol heavy breaths. Niall swung his cleaning towel over his shoulder and marched upstairs, leaving Harry with an empty glass and three words he longed to say to her again.

Niall finished his side of the story with a sigh, turning to face Nova again. Her expression was blank and her eyes had lost that glimmer. He could tell she was thinking long and hard about the story. Hopefully she believes me, he thought.

“So, he wants my number?” Nova mumbled.

“Apparently. I could give it to him, if you want—”

“I have it already. Don’t worry.” She pulled out her phone and scrolled through her contacts to the H’s. It was an easy find, with his contact name being quite literally, “H.♡” Niall glanced over her shoulder, but his own shoulders dropped in disappointment. Nova sighed at the name, but clicked on it anyway.

“You’re texting him now?”

“No. And who said I was going to text him?”

°•. ✿ .•°

The sand between her toes singed the soles of her feet. The warm sun touched her skin from behind. Niall made the suggestion that they spend the afternoon at the beach. He made sure she wore an outfit that would suit her comfortably in the blaring sun. He wore a tank top underneath his jacket and slipped on his swim trunks when she wasn’t there. Nova took off her cardigan and had a white short sleeved shirt. 

She hadn’t swam in the ocean in years. The idea of putting herself in the same area of possible fish pee didn’t satisfy her. It made her even more nauseous.

“Come on,” Niall grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her down the beach. There were hundreds of people under umbrellas, on towels, or just rushing around, building sandcastles with their kids or playing tag. In the distance, a boombox could be heard blasting classic summer hits. 

He sat them down at the edge of the sand, just lightly allowing their toes to dip into the sea. It sent a chill down her spine, but she quickly got used to it.

“This is nice,” Nova muttered, placing her hands in the burning sand, leaning back. The horizon was endless. Her mind drifted into a tranquil state, taking in the feel of the cool summer breeze down her neck. She took a long breath, the salty scent of the sea filled her senses. A slight taste of fish stayed at the tip of her tongue. She tried to swallow it back, but it stayed. 

The length of the horizon traveled as far as she could see. She felt a twinge in her heart, thinking of how wonderful this moment would be with Harry. She looked over to see Niall flicking his toes in and out of the water, making little splashes that touched her own feet. Spending this time with Niall was enough for her. He was a great friend, always being there for her. As upset as she was at him for inviting Harry to the party the night before, she had to forgive him if he’d give her moments like these.

A seagull flew above their heads after an hour or so of soaking in the sun and admiring the sea, “Are you hungry?” Niall asked, getting to his feet. Nova nodded as he helped her up. They walked off of the beach and slid their shoes back on when they reached the car. 

The restaurant Niall chose wasn’t far. It was known for its killer steaks, which he loved. They sat down in a booth, ordered, and waited patiently for their food.

“I haven’t been out to eat somewhere this fancy in a long time. Are you sure no one will see you?” Nova asked.

“I come here all the time,” he replied, looking around the special area he rented out in the restaurant so no one would bother them. The last thing she wanted was for him to be caught with a random girl.

Their food came and the waitress warned them of its blazing hot temperature. The steam rose from the steak, hitting Nova in the face. Niall blew on his and started to cut into it, pushing it apart to let the heat out. Nova stared at her, admiring the beautiful grill marks around the edges. The waitress placed a large plate of vegetables in the middle of the table for the both of them to share, as well as side dishes of homemade sweet potato fries. She loved those.

The meal filled her to the brim. A combination of the steak, vegetable, and sweet potato fries on the side, she, along with her stomach, would regret it later. Niall sipped his water and sat against the back of the booth.

“How was that?” He asked.

“It was great, thank you.” Nova said, patting her stomach and stretching her arms out above her head. She was already quite drowsy.

“Good. I think we should get going. It’s getting late.” He stood up and slipped his jacket back on. They walked out of the restaurant and into the car, ready to go back home.

°•. ✿ .•°

They arrived back at Niall’s house at 8:30. The moon was almost right above her, shining down onto her tanned skin. He turned around, checking to see if she was still following close behind him. He grinned as he watched her stare up into the starlit night. It had been a long time since she had seen stars that bright. The dark clouds and the tops of the buildings in the city blocked the horizon. She felt trapped underneath the earth, not being able to reach the far ends of the universe when she couldn’t sleep at night. She would sit on her windowsill and watch the cars pass by below her. When she got bored of that, she glanced up, finding what planets were peeking through the clouds that night.

“The stars are beautiful tonight,” he whispered. She flinched at his unexpected low voice, but laughed.

“Don’t flirt with me, Niall.”

“I’m not!” He allowed her to have one last look at the sky, taking in its beauty, before pulling her inside. 

She stepped into the familiar house and fell onto the couch, still in her cardigan. She had slipped her shoes off at the front door and wiped off any excess sand that may have gotten in. She was counting on Niall to clean that up later.

“Thank you for tonight, Niall.” Nova said, stretching her arms above her head, letting out a great yawn.

“Oh, it’s no problem. You deserve it.” He hung up his coat and sat down in the armchair he was in the first time they arrived a couple days before. “You needed something to distract you that wasn’t alcohol.” They both laughed.

The rest of the night was uneventful. Nova asked Niall about the layout of his living room, in which he proceeded to thoroughly explain each piece of memorabilia with great detail. Some he obtained from going to tournaments, golf events, or from meeting famous golfers when he was on a certain course that day. Nova smiled at his passionate movements. He threw his hands in the air when he described the craziest places he found his lost golf balls. He picked on up and showed Nova the way one ball was sliced in half by a thorny rose bush. A huge gash was visible, with the ball hanging together by a thread. Another one had beak marks from a hungry bird. He explained how it picked the ball up, but kept dropping it as it tried to take it across the water. He wasn’t very successful.

After illustrating his strange golf adventures, he sat back down in his chair.

“Thank you for that. That was genuinely interesting. I usually hate golf.”

“What? Why?” He seemed genuinely offended by my remark.

“I don’t know. I just always thought it was boring and for… old people.”

Niall’s face was struck with shock. He gripped hard onto the thick, soft arms of the chair like he was holding on for dear life.

“It is not just for old people. A lot of old people can’t play it as well as us because it takes great back strength. If you don’t have that, then you can’t play well.”

“Then why do I see so many old people playing golf?” Nova asked.

“They must have great backs.” They threw their heads back in laughter. 

“It’s getting late,” Niall said, “are you tired?”

“After that lecture, yes, I’m very tired.”

“I thought you said you liked it!”

“I did, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t tire me.” Nova replied with Niall sighing in the background. She got up from the couch and they started to head upstairs. Going to their separate rooms, Nova carefully sat on her bed after closing the curtain. The stars were gone, covered up by the incoming clouds.

As she laid there, she counted the specks in the ceiling. They were the star’s substitute for now. She reached her hand over to the open space next to her, but got nothing. No soft hands, no returning smiles, no arms wrapped around her waist, play fighting until the early hours of the morning. Nothing, absolutely nothing. Nova missed it, she’ll admit. She brought her hand back onto her stomach and turned on her side.

This was going to be a long night.



hi! once again, tysm for all the support that i've gotten! i wasn't expecting any, honestly. i'm incredibly grateful that there are people enjoying my work! i've spent a long time working on it and i'm so incredibly happy that people are enjoying it! love you all sm <3

[bellaramseysgf]

Little baby (R.L)

Warning(s); Ddlg relationship,littlespace,crying, soft daddy rem,baths,use of a sippy cup,use of a pacifier,James being the cutest.

Pairing(s); Remus Lupin x girlfriend! Reader.

Summary; playing games with James takes a turn when you fall.

A/n; dedicated to my sweet 💘 anon <3 I didn’t proofread this so ignore mistakes!!

“Jamsie! Slow down!” You yelled running to catch up with him “I can’t run that fast!” You whined and James finally stopped. He smiled back “sorry!” He apologized and you caught up hooking your hand in his.

Sirius and Remus were behind you guys lounging at the lake while you and James went to a set of swings not far from them. James went first,you struggled just a bit but managed to push his late figure back and forth. Whe it was your turn however you tripped over a piece of rock and fell down scrapping up the plan of your hand and knee.

“Oh! Are you okay?” James asked and you sniffled “MOONS!” James yelled and remus is getting up running towards you. James helps you up and starts to dust off your now dirty dress. “What happened?” He asked lifting you up, your pretty pink shoes clapping together. “She tripped” James kicked the rock “stupid rock!” He barked out making you giggle.

“Awh, baby let’s go get you cleaned up, cmon it’s almost naptime anyway.” You nodded and allowed remus to carry back to the blacks estate. James and sirius trailed behind you carrying the small picnic blanket and your books.

“What did you do? Shove her?” Regulus teased at remus and you weren’t having it. You tugged one of your shoes off and chucked it right at him. “Be nice to daddy!!” You yelled at him. The three other men were trying to hold in their laughs as remus stopped to grab your shoe before taking you upstairs. “Cmon let get you in the bath.”

You stood next to him while he filled the bath with hot water and bubbles. You dig out your 3 favorite bath toys and threw them in there as well smiling happily. Remus helped undress you before sitting you inside the tub, you winced at the heat stinging your knee. “Shh, I know but it’ll feel better in a second little one” he leaned down and pecked your forehead.

Remus allowed you to play while he washed your hair. “How does your knee feel now?”’he asked and you shrugged “feels better” “good baby. You wanna get out?” You nodded feeling the water start to turn cold. He quickly gets you out and drys you off putting you on your favorite Ariel sleep set. He grabs your paci from his bathroom counter and slips it in your mouth before he lifts you up. He carries you downstairs and into the kitchen pouring milk into one of your sippy cups and warning it up for you.

“Here you go my princess” he handed you the cup after screwing the lid on. You smiled and he took your paci you replacing it with your cup and drinking the milk slowly. Remus picked you up carrying you into the living room and sitting down holding you in his lap, he grabbed a blanket and tucked it around you.

“It’s okay baby, daddy’s here” you smiled and let your eyes get heavy as you sipped at your milk. You felt warm and fuzzy beibg inside the most comforting persons arms you drifted off to sleep easily.

[fivelakesinwriting]

Drunken Affection {DYLAN O'BRIEN}

Author's Notes: We all just want to hang out with drunk Dylan, yes? Yes. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are appreciated! Thank you! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, Sexual references - sexual innuendos, Smut *(drunk sex, teasing, hair pulling, dom/sub undertones, biting, public indecency, spanking, unprotected sex - please be safe out there, your choice how!)

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They were out and about with friends, life in L.A was back to normal for the most part. Dylan was feeling particularly social that night so they decided to hit dinner and drinks with some friends.

"Keep your hands to yourself." Dylan mumbled over the top of his glass, just loud enough for his less than sober girlfriend to hear as she reached for the zipper of his jeans again. He trained his eyes forward so no one would suspect he was battling a handsy girlfriend trying to put her hands on him below the table.

"I want to have sex, Dylan." She slurred as she knelt on the bench of their booth and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek.

"We'll leave soon. Sit down, drink some water and behave yourself." Dylan laughed softly as he wrapped an arm around her waist, accepting her drunken affection.

"I don't want water yet." She pouted over at him, poking a straw in the melting ice cubes in the bottom of her cocktail glass.

"I think you need it, though." Dylan smirked.

"You're not fun."

"Says the woman that didn't want to have sex on the balcony of our hotel in Mexico because someone could see us." Dylan teased as he massaged the back of her neck.

"I didn't want to get tossed off the edge!" She squealed as she grabbed his shirt collar and tugged herself close to his body again.

"I'd keep you safe." Dylan grinned as he nudged her nose with his.

"Take me home, O'Brien." She hummed as she pressed her body to his, almost in his lap as he slipped his hands into the back pockets of her jeans.

"Can I finish my beer first? Then take you home?" Dylan mumbled with a squeeze to her backside.

"Fine."

"Be a nice girl." Dylan grumbled with a soft pinch of her chin before he turned his attention back to the table, sipping his beer and ignoring the ache in his lap.

Dylan did as he promised, finishing up his beer and then taking her back home. He unlocked their front door, his mind fuzzy as she held him from behind while her fingertips slowly slid down the zipper to his jeans.

"I can't focus when you do that." Dylan sighed contently as she reached inside of his briefs to take hold of his half hard manhood.

"You're a great multi tasker." She hummed with a smile as she stroked him slowly, and softly from behind.

"Not when I have my girlfriend's hand in my pants." Dylan groaned as his chin dropped to his chest.

"It's good?"

Dylan moaned out in approval as he pressed a hand flat to the door, abandoning his task of opening it. His hips thrust back and forth, moving himself in her palm. He snapped his eyes open when he realized what he had left her soft, drunken hands lure him into. He quickly swatted her hands away and tucked himself back into his pants before he turned to face her, grabbing the backs of her thighs and lifting her up.

"You didn't like it?" She breathed out as she pulled up the back of his shirt to feel his warm skin, his muscles tense as he held her up against the door.

"I told her to be nice." Dylan mumbled as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the door beside her ears.

"I would consider giving my boyfriend a hand job outside of our home a very nice thing to do. Felt like you needed some attention from me." She huffed as she squirmed in his grip.

"I always need your attention." Dylan cooed as he pressed his body against her completely, leaving absolutely no room for either of them to struggle.

"Let me in the house, take off your pants and I'll give you all of my attention." She grinned as she tried to lift her hips.

"Maybe I want to give you my attention." Dylan mumbled as he sunk his teeth into her bottom lip, making her whine out loud.

"You wanna fuck me, Dylan?" She whispered as she pulled her lip back, smoothing her tongue over the swollen skin.

"Damn right, I do. Get inside the house." Dylan growled as he placed her back on her feet then smacked her backside harshly with his full palm.

Dylan opened the front door and nudged her inside with another swift smack to her backside. He kicked the door shut as he tugged off his shirt, a heavy breath leaving his throat as he felt her teeth sink into his neck.

"Not too hard. We have that event tomorrow. So be a little gentle tonight, yeah?" Dylan breathed out as he pulled her hair with one as the other reached for the button of her jeans.

She hummed into his neck as she kissed and nibbled along his skin, undoing his jeans as well. Dylan tugged her jeans to her knees then reached reached for her backside, kneading her fleshing. She returned the favour and tugging his jeans to his ankle, taking his briefs with them.

"Behave yourself tonight. Understand?" Dylan ordered, his breath heavy as he wrapped her hair around his fist and tugged so their eyes connected.

"I will do whatever I have to do to get your hands on me." She whimpered as she pressed her hands to his chest, lips perfectly pouted for a kiss Dylan was all too ready to give.

"I hate that I can't bite either. You know I love covering your body with my marks." Dylan mumbled against her lips.

"You can still spank me." She hummed as she stood on her toes, arms wrapped around his neck.

"That was never off the table." Dylan smirked as he grabbed her thighs and lifted her up, carrying her down the hall to their bedroom.

"All fours, gorgeous. Let me see that ass." Dylan breathed out as he dropped her to the bed, standing at the edge and watching her roll around in the mess of blankets.

"Baby!" She cried out with a giggle as he grabbed her hips and pulled her back into him, nestling her backside against his groin. His manhood slipped between her legs, and rubbed her folds making them both moan out loud.

"Ready for me?" Dylan grunted as he made a point to slowly grind himself against her from behind, watching as she dropped her chest to the mattress.

"Please, Dylan." She whispered as she pressed her cheek to the mattress and looked back at him, eyes wide and begging for him.

"Don't ever stop needing me like this. Please." Dylan moaned out, a sob in the back of his throat as he eased inside of her.

"Dylan!" She gasped, fingers tugging at the sheets as he filled her out completed.

"M'sorry! Too much?" He panted as he pulled out to his tip and held her hips, waiting.

"I'm drunk, and you took me by surprise. It's okay, baby. Keep going." She hummed as she bounced back onto him to try and fill herself back up.

"How drunk?" Dylan mumbled as he dropped to his hands above her, giving her slow, drawn out thrusts. He didn't like having sex when she was drunker than she was, there was a power dynamic that was unsettling to him. But things had snowballed quickly, to say the least.

"Co..coherent. Stable. Fuck, baby. Go faster!" She whimpered as she tried to rock back onto him, but he snapped his hips forward making her cry out.

"No rough play if you're drunk and I'm not. Turn over." Dylan grunted despite how his hands ached to pull her hair, smack her backside and knead her flesh. He felt rough, territorial even.

"No! I can handle it! C'mon, Dylan!" She begged as she tugged the sheets and arched her back.

"Don't do this to me." Dylan breathed out into the back of her neck as she rubbed her backside against him. The thick wiry hairs of his beard scratching the soft skin of her neck making her whine.

"Just pull my hair a little, baby. Let's stay like this, it feels so good." She whimpered as she rolled her hips under him.

"Go slow." Dylan mumbled as he wrapped his fist around her hair and gave a gentle tug, pulling her head back to rest on his shoulder.

She whined as she rolled her hips then bounced back onto him, filling herself with his length. She pulled at the sheets while Dylan let her rock herself back onto him as he kissed down her neck.

"I need more, Dylan." She panted as she reached her left hand back to pull his hair.

"Hang on, sweetheart." Dylan grunted as he snapped his hips forward, sending her towards the pillows with a sob. He picked up his pace, the bed below them shaking and creaking with his quick rhythm.

"There! DYLAN!" She sobbed out as he nudged her g spot and pulled her hair, his breath heavy on the back of her neck.

"Gonna cum for me, sweetheart?" Dylan growled in her ear, his hips wild from behind her as he chased his own orgasm.

"Oh, yes!" She panted as she pulled at his hair with one hand, and the sheets with the other.

"Cum for me, gorgeous." Dylan hissed as he followed the sparks of his orgasm, bringing her with him to the edge. He growled into the crease of her neck as she covered him in her release, her inner walls clenched around him.

With a few more firm thrusts deep inside of her, Dylan finished with a groan before he collapsed on top of her. He released his grip on her hair and placed his hands flat on mattress and gently pressed his weight up again. He reached between them to pull out, kissing her shoulder.

"I love you." Dylan mumbled as he rolled to his side of the bed with her, pulling her close.

"I love you, too."

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[queerofzaun]

Oh my God I totaly feel you too!! So here is my request: Vi and Cait with an ancient mage reader who is very strong but shy and awkward with affection and flirty jokes( ehe... totally not me)

Reader doesn't get Vi's pick-up lines or how Cait is just so shy around the reader and they try to show it in every way possible but nah, reader is busy with looking at a cat adorably.

Maybe reader comes from a fsmily of mages and since they are the strongest one in the family line, they tried to marry them with some man but they were like " Nope... I have two very hot girlfriends."

Something fluffy and maybe nsfw or suggestive( I mean... Vi is here so?) if that's okay? Thank you for resding till here and if I rambled a lot I'm sorry!! Don't forget to take care of yourself and have good day😇😇

𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 : vi x fem!reader x caitlyn

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : smut, fingering, oral, face riding, tribbing

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : reader is a mage, and much more awkward and shy compared to her two girlfriends. cait & vi get her flustered, and have fun with it

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 : 2.3K

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 : thank you for the request anon!! so sorry this is so late, but i hope you enjoy! i hope you’re taking care of yourself as well love <33 

Coming from a line of power mages had it’s up and downs. It was nice having abilities, powers that made combat and life generally better. You were a bit awkward so you were never good with hand to hand combat. Magic made it easier to defeat your foes from a distance. It didn’t require much athleticism on your part, which was nice. But, it had its downsides. Like, being feared by the general public. Having to keep your powers to yourself, out of fear of being ridiculed. Then there was you parents.

Your parents had always been very strict with you. Growing up, you had very strict rules and guidelines. Every move you made was monitored and controlled. Once you turned eighteen, they had promised you to some man. Another powerful mage. The two of you were engaged for about a year until you met your girlfriends. It wasn’t until you met Caitlyn and Vi, that you finally got a taste of what life was really like. Your parents disapproved of your relationship. They found it wrong that you chose not one, but two women.

After that, you chose to cut them off and move in with your girlfriends. They had already been together before you joined the relationship. You had met Caitlyn first, since your parents moved to Piltover for you continue your studies. The two of you met at a coffee shop and immediately hit it off. You originally thought she was gorgeous, and loved how reserved yet intelligent she was. She also had a big heart, and cared so much for people. It made you feel drawn to her. After a few weeks of hanging out and getting to know her, she brought Vi along. You admired her soon after that as well. Unlike Cait, she was impulsive and flirty. The two had a good contrast, and you couldn’t help but develop feelings for the both of them.

The three of you clicked right away, and it wasn’t long until they sat you down and asked you about the possibility of joining their relationship. The entire conversation you were extremely flustered, barely able to get full sentences out but agreed nonetheless. It was the best choice you ever made, as they made you the happiest you had ever been. Cait was very protective and soft with you, meanwhile Vi liked to tease you and get into trouble with you.

Which leads to present day, you playing with your shared kitten as Caitlyn worked on paperwork and Vi wrapping her bandages around her arms. Hex, your kitten, was laying on his back as you scratched his fuzzy belly. He was new to the family so he had been keeping you preoccupied. Since the two girls worked and you were currently unemployed, he had grown attached to you since you were home most.

“Hey baby? Can ya come help me real quick?” You heard Vi call, making you look up.

Her slate eyes were looking into yours. You nodded, “Yeah, sure.”

You picked up Hex, holding him to your chest as you walked towards your pink haired girlfriend. Vi stared at the cat in your small hands before raising a brow at you.

“How are ya going to help with a cat in your hands?” Vi teased, snickering lightly.

You furrowed your brows, “What? But.. He’ll get lonely if I leave him.”

She laughed, “Bubs, just hand her to cupcake. She’ll make sure Hex doesn’t get lonely.”

You pouted but sulked over to Caitlyn, holding out the cat to her. Her blue eyes glared towards Vi, before accepting him as she gave you a soft smile. You watched as she set him in her lap, petting his head gently. Once you made sure she wasn’t gonna set him on the ground, you walked back over to Vi.

“I need you help me with this.” Vi said as she handed you a pair of clippers, “My undercut has grown a bit long. Can ya fix it for me, bubs?”

You took them from her hands, “Of course.”

You moved to the side of her head, trimming the short hairs. Your fingers ran through the longer strands, moving them out of the way. Her hair was always so soft, and smelled like strawberry shampoo you had bought as a joke due to her hair color. It surprised you when you actually used it, but you thought it was cute.

Her head leaned into your touch, “It feels good when you do that.”

Her words made you blush, growing flustered. You weren’t sure how to reply to her so you just let out a soft hum in response, going to back to trimming her hair. Once you finished, her hand on was yours as she pulled you forward. You gasped as your chest hit her back, your blush deepening by the sudden closeness.

“Thank you, bubs.” She purred, running her hand up your arm as she kissed your cheek.

“Y-You’re welcome.” You stuttered, before pulling away due to your embarrassed state.

You quickly made your way back to Cait, holding your arms out. She smiled, setting down Hex. You furrowed brows, confused as to why she set him down when you were nonverbally asking for him back. She stood up, wrapping her arms around you. At this point, your face was bright red. Despite being in a relationship with them, they never failed to turn you into a flustered mess.

You hugged her back, nuzzling into her shoulder. Her hugs were always so comforting to you. She just had this softness about her that you loved. Vi walked over to the two of you, her footsteps giving it away. “You should see her face, cupcake. Bubs is blushin.” Vi teased again.

“She’s lying.” You mumbled against her, tightening your grip on the taller girl so she wouldn’t pull away.

“Don’t be shy, love.” Cait purred in your ear.

You shyly pulled away, keeping your gaze to your feet. They were both staring at you red face, you could feel their eyes piercing you. It made you feel more nervous knowing that all their attention was suddenly turned towards you. Vi put a finger under you chin, lifting it slightly so you were met those gray eyes.

“You’re so beautiful.” She praised, caressing your jaw with her thumb.

Cait moved a stray strand of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. “You look so pretty when you’re flustered.” She added.

The two of them praising you made you feel like you were gonna turn to mush. Unable to form words, you just made an incoherent noise. They both laughed at you, making you groan.

“Stooop.” You trailed with a groan.

Vi leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips. You melted against her lips. They were a bit chapped yet also felt soft. The kiss was gentle, before pulling away from you with a smirk. You frowned, wanting more. Caitlyn caught you off guard when cupped your face, kissing you next. Her lips were a little softer, and tasted sweet from her chapstick. Her kiss was sweeter, and shorter. Your frown deepened when she broke the kiss.

The sudden attention and affection made you feel aroused. You wanted them both, but you never were the one to initiate anything sexual. They both smirked down at you as they watched you fiddle with your fingers. It was easy to tell when you wanted something despite the fact you were sure it was difficult. You tried to get the words out, but they caught in your throat.

“If ya want something, use your words.” Vi told you with a shit eating grin.

“I want..” You trailed off, breaking eye contact as you tried to find the words. “I want you both.”

“Atta girl.” Vi praised.

They led you to the bedroom, Vi’s hand in yours as Cait followed behind the two of you. The excitement was growing stronger, your heart pounding against your chest. Once the three of you entered the bedroom, their eyes were on you again. Cait walked closer, moving her fingers to fumble with the hem of your shirt as she gave you a smile. You lifted your arms up so she could slide it off. She lifted the thin fabric fabric over your head before dropping it beside you.

Vi walked up from behind you, peppering kisses from your back, shoulders, up to your neck. Her lips against your skin earned a quiet exhale from your lips. Her fingers brushed against the small of your back before tracing up your spine. You felt your bra unclasp, Vi’s calloused fingers sliding the straps off your shoulders so it fell in front of you.

“Get on the bed for us, doll.” Cait told you, rubbing your chin with her thumb.

You obeyed, crawling onto the bed and shifting your position so you were laying on your back. The two girls smiled down at you, admiring your half nude form. Caitlyn crawled on the bed beside you, pressing soft kisses to your face. Her lips made your skin tingle. Vi’s hands ran up and down your thighs a few times before pulling your pants off. She then undressed herself, before joining the two of you on the mattress.

Caitlyn moved her lips to yours, kissing you with need. Her tongue swiped over your lower lip. You parted your mouth slightly so she could have more access. Her tongue exploded your mouth as you felt Vi’s breath against your aching core. You whimpered against Cait’s mouth which earned a chuckle from the pinkette between your legs.

You felt her tongue glide over your slit through your underwear, bucking your hips gently. Vi’s fingers hooked into your underwear, sliding it down your legs. She dipped two fingers between your folds, teasing your entrance as she watched you squirm against her and Cait. You always acted so shy and oblivious to their blatant acts of affection. Yet, you were so quick to turn into a mess. Vi took pleasure in that, admiring the way you grew needy for them.

“Use your words, bub. What do ya want?” Vi purred, kissing your thighs.

Cait broke the kiss for you to respond, moving the hair out of your face with a smirk. You blushed, “You know what I want..”

Vi tsked, “If you want something, ya need to ask for it.”

“I want you to fuck me with your fingers..” You mumbled, embarrassed that she was making you be vocal.

“What was that? I didn’t hear ya, bub.” Vi teased, with a shit eating grin plastered on her face.

You glared at her in annoyance, “Fucking hell, please just fuck me already.”

She laughed at your remark, sliding her fingers in and fucking you slowly. Caitlyn shed her clothes, tossing them to the floor before climbing on top of you so her folds were brushing against your lips. You grabbed her thighs, pulling her down so you could taste her. As you ate her out, Vi quickened her pace with her fingers. You moaned against Cait, digging your nails into the softness of her thighs.

Vi’s mouth attached to your pussy, still fucking you with her fingers. Her eyes were focused on the two of you, watching Cait ride your face. The sight turned her on. She used her free hand to travel between her legs, rubbing her clit as she fucked you with her fingers and tongue. You lapped Caitlyn’s clit, humming against her which earned a moan from her.

She began to roll her hips against you, her movements growing sloppy. Knowing she was growing close, you pulled her against you a bit more, adding more friction. You flicked at her nub with your tongue, quickening your movements to help her reach her high. She came against your mouth, thighs shaking against your head as she did so. You pressed a soft kiss to her thighs before she rolled over next to you.

“I want to watch you two fuck each other.” Caitlyn blurted, breath still a little shaky from her orgasm.

Vi pulled away from you, withdrawing her fingers. You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching as she positioned herself between your legs. You pushed yourself against her pussy, rolling your hips against hers. Her hands gripped your thighs, her nails digging into your skin as she began to move her hips in sync with yours.

Her clit rubbed against yours, spreading your wetness. Cait sat in between to the two. You watched as she pulled Vi in, kissing her sloppily. Her had came down to find your breast, taking your nipple between her slender fingers. You arched your back, the pleasure they were giving becoming more intense. Her hand pulled away, which earned a pout from you. But, she was quick to kiss it away, before repeating her previous movements on Vi. 

Your movements grew sloppy as your neared your orgasm. Vi took notice it, pulling you closer as she rubbed her clit against yours with more force. Your thighs shook under her grasp as you reached your high, moaning into Caitlyn’s mouth. She broke the the kiss, before planting one to your forehead. Vi moved away from you, but you stopped her from going too far by grabbing her hand.

“I want you to finish too.” You told her, kissing her thighs softly.

Vi hummed, tangling her fingers in your hair. “Good girl.” She praised.

You didn’t tease her like you normally would have since she had been doing most the work. You attached your lips to her clit, sucking and lapping on it. Her moans sounded pretty to your ears, encouraging you to go faster. She tugged on your hair, trying to get you to apply more pressure. You slid two fingers inside her as your tongue continued to work against her.

“Fuck, just like that. I’m so close.” Vi moaned, throwing her back against the sheets.

You hummed against her, fucking her harder with your fingers and you lapped at her pussy. Her walls tightened around your fingers as you slammed into her. Once she came onto your fingers, you pulled away with a smile. You brought your wet fingers to her mouth, to which she sucked them clean for you. You leaned down, kissing her softly.

“Now, we should probably go make sure Hex is doing alright.” You told them with a smile, getting up from the bed and sliding on one of Vi’s shirt.

Cait and Vi watched as you ran out of the room, before giving each other a look. “Do you think she loves that cat more than us?” Vi joked, laying beside her.

“Most definitely.”

[silverdelirium]

Draco ✨doing the reader✨ while wearing his sweater/jumper (Only if ur okay and comfortable with it. Have a nice day!!) ❤️

im kinda unmotivated so this is shit

warnings: smut, oral (female receiving)

———

draco sighed tiredly as he made his way to his dorm, the bag on his shoulder heavy and body aching. wanting nothing more than to relax in his girlfriend’s arms.

he really hoped that by now you would be in his room waiting for him, considering the fact that he had previously asked you during the day to meet him there.

once draco stood in front of his door, he could hear the soft shuffling of someone inside. a smile crept up his face at the thought while he turned the knob.

your head snapped at the sound of the door creaking open, a smile creeping up to your face as you saw your boyfriend entering the room, mirroring your smile. yet the look went away as soon as his eyes raked over your figure, eyes going wide and mouth agape in the slightest.

you frowned and looked down to your attire, which consisted on nothing but his old quidditch jumper, the word “malfoy” being embedded at the back with silver.

draco could’ve easily drooled at the sight of you, with nothing on but his clothing. he didn’t know if he wanted to wrap you up in his arms and hug you for eternity or take you right then and there.

he marched forward to you, keeping his eyes trained on your body, a smirk replacing his shocked expression. “you look so gorgeous with my clothing, baby” he murmured as he buried his face on your neck, letting his nostrils get filled with your scent, the same one he fell in love with.

you giggled as your face turned hot, squealing when his hands wrapped around your waist and lifted you up, causing your legs to tangle around his torso.

a small laugh escaped you when he threw you down softly on the bed, hovering over you and licking his lips, trousers tightening by the minute.

he leaned down and captured your lips in a heated kiss, tongue pressing against yours in a dominant manner, small moans emitting from your throat while you explored his mouth skillfully with your own.

he left you both breathless, until your lips were swollen and you had to break apart to catch some air.

yet the lack of oxygen didn’t stop draco whatsoever, he was traveling down with his lips to your neck, grazing your sweet spot with his teeth, making you whimper while he marked your neck, sucking on spots that had your brain go fuzzy.

you hummed in pleasure when his finger went to the hem of your his jumper, lifting the material until it was bunched up at your waist. he kissed down from your, now marked, neck to your breasts, playfully shaking his head against the covered mounds, to your stomach until he was in line with your bare cunt.

pussy out on display for him, glistening. a low grunt rumbled in his chest before he digged his nails on your thighs, spreading them apart.

he gave tentative licks against your clit, making you shudder. “please” you whined, bucking your hips up. “sh baby, relax for me” he ushered, keeping eye contact as his lips enveloped your clit completely, causing you to cry out.

he hummed against you while slowly closing his eyes, taking a last glimpse of you arching your back and fisting the sheets.

your hands made a path to your boyfriend’s hair, massaging it lightly with your nails while he absolutely devoured you with his tongue, lapping up at your clit.

draco placed one long kiss against your clit before letting his tongue dive down to your center, which earned him a loud moan from you, thighs shaking while he went in and out of you with his pink muscle.

strings of curse words left your lips as you tightened your grip on his hair.

”fuck draco! just like that!”

his slender fingers made way to your clit, making figure-eights that had you jolting up in pleasure.

draco groaned against you once he felt your walls clenching around his tongue, signaling that you were close.

“im gonna cum!” you moaned out, moving your hips up and down to create more friction. he gave your thighs a small squeeze as reassurance, letting your orgasm wash over you like a blissful wave, plus a chanting of his name over and over again meanwhile he eagerly lapped up your juices.

he removed himself from your heat with a small kiss on your overstimulated clit.

“that’s my good girl” he murmured, drunk in lust when he saw your disheveled figure.

you gave ragged breaths, trying to compose yourself, watching as draco removed his trousers, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it hang on his shoulders.

you sat up. stretching a hand out to give slow strokes on his cock, evoking a moan from draco, tip leaking with pre-cum as he observed you with hooded eyes.

his own hands pushed your shoulders back gently, your hand slipping from his shaft.

draco took your ankles in his hands and brought you forward so you were at the edge of the bed. cock right in line with your wet cunt.

“i’m gonna fuck you so hard, princess” he groaned, not giving you time to respond as he harshly entered you at once, making you release a small shout while gripping his forearms that were located besides your head.

he set a fast tempo from the start, snapping his hips to yours in sharp motions, until your eyes rolled onto the back of your head. “so tight, baby” he grunted, angling your hips so he was hitting your g-spot directly.

moan after moan came out from you, feeling every detail of his cock inside you, the pleasure being amplified when he rubbed fast circles on your clit.

the headboard banged against the wall while the blonde continued his harsh thrusts, looking down at your covered bouncing breasts with eager eyes.

“scream my name baby” he demanded, eyes now trained on the way his cock slipped in and out of you.

“oh god! draco!” you cried out, arching your back and curling your toes, clenching around draco while desperately chasing your orgasm.

you clenching around draco, almost did it for him, but he held himself back, wanting your orgasm to be assured before his.

speeding his motions on your clit, he perched your leg up on his shoulder, now hitting a deeper spot inside you.

that did it for you. you didn’t have time to give him a warning as you came around him, giving a strangled moan while your vision became white.

“oh fuck” moaned draco as he watched you come undone around him, his own orgasm hitting him right at that moment.

his thrusts became sloppy as he came inside you, coating your walls entirely.

a low hiss escaped him when he pulled out, brushing his tip against your puffy folds.

you hummed in exhaustion as he collected the cum that was oozing out of your pussy, placing the drenched fingers inside his mouth, keeping eye contact.

———

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[junisfics]

teacher's pet* — eren jaeger

eren jaeger x puppy! reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: smut / nsfw 18 + (mirrors, slight pet play, corruption kink, humiliation, mentions of f! masturbation)

notes: i was going to write a full length hard core pet play fic but i ended up running out of time so here's a little blurb :)

eren had your back to his chest as you both sat on the floor. your legs were spread out and up and over his thighs so you couldn't even close them if you tried.

you were squirming against his chest and the hard on pressing into your back, eyes squeezing shut because in front of you was a giant, full body mirror.

with only a skimpy tank top on, eren had you blushing and writhing in front of this mirror without even laying a finger on you. you felt so exposed, so vunerable.

you had walked to his dorm, just down the hall from yours, pushed open his door real quietly and tip toed into his room all sheepishly.

"eren," you had said, with your voice all tiny and submissive, "can you help me?"

and without even asking you what you needed help with, eren had said yes. you're his sweet little girlfriend; so dependent on him, so needy for him... of course he'd help you.

but he wasn't expecting you to tell him, with your eyes to the floor and fiddling with your fingers, "can't get off"

now, eren knew you were a virgin... you told him. and it was quite obvious. the way you trembled and moaned at the gentlest brushes of his fingers or lips, the way your hips stuttered when you got a good feel of his hard on. he thought it was the cutest thing.

but what he didn't know, is that you've never gotten yourself off before.

you've played with yourself, teased yourself, stuffed your little fingers inside your cunt until you were a shaky mess. but you could never bring yourself to an orgasm.

and tonight was all the same.

you were in your dorm, your own one at that, laid out onto your bed with your little hand shoved down your panties, two fingers curling inside you while you bit down on your other hand to muffle your moans.

and you were sure you were gonna do it this time, you were so sure of it!

but as quickly as your high climbed, your poor hand got tired just as fast. and you were a hot and bothered, frustrated mess when you explained to him what happened.

you told him that you've never came before, that you've never gotten to the best part.

and it made erens cock throb in his pants.

so, when he grabbed ahold of your hips and sat you down in front of the mirror, peeling your panties down your legs, he was determined to make you cum. he needed to feel you cream around his fingers for your very first time.

"look at you. so pretty for me, hm?" he mumbles, head tilted down so he can speak against your ear.

you had turned your head away from the reflective glass, vision narrowed as you buried the side of your head into his chest. every so often your eyes flit to the side to catch a glance of you all spread out for him, but they returned just as fast.

"c'mon, be a good girl 'n look for me." one of the hands around your waist slid up your chest to grab ahold of your chin, turning it gently to bring your eyes to the mirror.

his other hand tickles at the skin below your navel, sending waves of goosebumps over your exposed flesh.

"'s embarassing." you whine, eyes darting to the plush grey carpet on the floor beside you.

eren presses a gentle kiss to your hair, "no it's not, puppy. it's to help teach you."

"you gonna be a good girl 'n watch for me? watch me finger your cunt nice and good so you can learn how to do it yourself?" the hand against your stomach slides a little lower, teasing just above your clit, "'m not always gonna be here to do it for you."

you know that. you know that, physically, eren won't always be around to take care of you the way you really need it. so, you let your eyes skim over the carpet and inch up the glass of the mirror

"that's my girl," he says, voice low and velvety and dripping with sensuality, "if you take your eyes off yourself... i'll stop."

both of you were aching with anticipation. you just wanted him to treat you, finger you how you need it until you're cumming around his digits. you need that release, you need it from him.

and eren was desperate to have you writhing in his grasp, choking out moans for him as you gush for the very first time, and all over his fingers.

his fingers brush over your clit real soft, circling it slowly. he can hear your breath hitch, your little hands coming to the forearm that still has a hold on your chin. you were so sensitive, all fidgety in front of him and your body growing even hotter at his touch.

“eren —“ you speak no louder than a whisper, just enough for him to hear you.

he lets his hand fall from your chin to the bottom hem of your shirt, dipping up and under it and teasing the soft skin under your right breast. you jerked a little at the sensation.

“this alright?” he mumbles. you can feel his lips turn into a smirk against your ear.

you nod, quickly and desperately, taking your bottom lip between your teeth to stifle another whine. you realize then, that your gaze has shifted away from the  mirror. your head had fallen forward once he released your head and you were watching his fingers tease at you.

“head up,” he says, like he could read your thoughts. 

you bring your head up, your cheek brushing against his jaw as you rest back onto his shoulder. in the mirror, you see his fingers begin to slide lower, sliding through the slick arousal that’s gathered against your hot skin.

“you this wet for me?” he chuckles, sliding the tips of his fingers through your heat.

his comment makes your face and neck grow warm, crinkling your nose, legs attempting to close. but his own are in the way and preventing you from doing so.

“eren, this is humiliating,” you mutter, backing farther up into his chest like you were trying to escape. but you knew you weren’t. you were too riled up, to desperate for him to fill you.

“take a lick, puppy.” he teases, bringing his hand away from your cunt and up to your face.

you turn your head into his neck, eyes only flitting to his fingers for brief seconds to look at the creamy slick that’s gathered on his fingertips. you look up to him, eyes wide.

“be a good girl ‘n get my fingers nice and wet for you.” he smiles, looking down at you.

hesitantly, and eager to please, you turn back to his hand. you take his wrist in both of your much smaller hands and bring his hand forth towards your mouth. sticking your tongue out, you slide two of his glistening fingers inside your mouth.

you taste yourself on his skin, slightly bitter and tarte, and let his fingers press against the soft of your tongue to coat them in your saliva. he tells you to open your mouth as he pulls them out, to avoid your lips, and they leave your tongue with a slimey string of saliva in their wake.

the spit drips off his fingers and down your stomach before his hand reaches your center again. they’re warm, and wet from your tongue when they tease your entrance. eren can feel your cunt flutter against his fingertips.

“fuck baby —” he mutters, beginning to tease his middle finger inside, “oh god.”

your hands return to his forearm, the one that has a hand now palming at your breast, and etch your blunt nails into the sinew there.

“please, please,” your breath catches in your throat again, voice getting all shaky as he slides in just a little more and a little more until he’s two knuckles deep.

you’re so tight around him, squeezing his single digit so well. every shift of his hand has your cunt pulsing around his knuckles. 

“jesus fuck, ‘can feel you.” 

when his finger is to it’s hilt, he has it stay there for a little. he only moves it to curl it against your gummy walls and press against your sweet spot real gently. it has you keening.

“eren,” you whimper, your legs beginning to tremble over his own.

it was pathetic. he was only a finger deep inside you and you were falling apart, crumbling into a stupid mess before him.

his hand on your breast shifts upwards, his fingers grazing over your raised nipple and sending your head falling back against his collarbone. your back was arching into his dualty touches, your ass grinding against his hard cock.

“need more, please.” you beg with a breathy moan

you’ve lost all care towards memorizing his actions for later. because never, never ever, would you be able to possibly come close to replicating the pleasure he’s making you feel right now.

he slides his finger out of you, relishing the cries that leave your lips as he does so. then, he slips it back in real easily. you’re sucking him back in, clenching around him and begging for more.

he starts with languid pumps of that one finger, pairing it with dirty praises against your ear as you tremble and shake in his arms. your stomach was twisting so deliciously in pleasure; at an intensity you’ve never felt before.

he was skilled with his actions, you don’t even care if he’s done them a million times before, because the way his was making you feel right now had you so on edge. you thought you’d explode.

and then, as he pulls back out once more, he returns with another finger.

“oh my god.” your legs clamp around his own.

eren can feel your stomach tense up as he fills you even more. he can feel your breathing grow ragged and the volume of your cries become careless.

“fuck, you’re close aren’t you, puppy?” he asks. his tongue slips past his lips to lick at the skin of your neck, covered in a sheen of sweat.

“eren! i — i’m —“ your mouth falls open, legs thrashing around.

“fuck yeah, cum for me.” he mumbles, hand on your breast sliding farther up your shirt to grab your chin again, turning your head to him and taking your lips in his with a sloppy kiss.

it was messy, you gushed all over his fingers and hand and fuzzy carpet. you moaned into his mouth, his hot tongue licking against your own and the roof of you mouth. your body was spasming in his arms, ass grinding up against him as he rode through his own orgasm.

just from watching you, from watching your pretty little cunt squeeze his fingers and leak all over him, he came in thick hot spurts and all in his pants.

JUNISFICS © 2021

[helaintoloki]

Meet the Family

pairing: Pietro Peter Maximoff x fem!reader

warnings: angst, manipulation, reader is a Westview hostage controlled by Wanda, etc., 2.5k in length

notes: writing a piece that takes place in the WandaVision universe was such a challenging and fun experience, and I really tried to capture the same dark undertones of the show so I hope you enjoy!

summary: An innocent family dinner with Pietro’s new girlfriend reveals that life in Westview is not what it seems. Uncle Pietro introduces y/n to the family!

Y/n almost feels like she’s being watched as the warm hand of her boyfriend— since when do I have a boyfriend?— carefully guides her trembling figure up the front steps of his sister’s house and rings the doorbell. Her grip on the glass dish of brownies in her hands is so impossibly tight she fears she might just break it, and when the silver haired man swoops down to steal a kiss from her cherry gloss stained lips she can’t help but to feel nauseated. The sickness morphs into guilt immediately, and when he looks down upon her with a gaze so tender and fond she forces herself to bat her eyes and smile at him. What kind of girlfriend is horrible enough to be disgusted by a kiss from her own boyfriend? Something isn’t right here...

“Don’t even sweat it, babe, my little sis is going to love you!” Pietro comforts with an easygoing grin plastered on his features.

“I hope so,” y/n murmurs quietly, nervously chewing at her bottom lip. This is the audition, her one shot at impressing the boss, and if even one tiny minuscule detail is thrown out of place then there goes her new house and fancy wardrobe and y/n is written out of the show. Permanently.

“My girlfriend is such a worrywart,” he laughs fondly with a gentle pinch of her cheek. It’s as if a switch is flipped inside of her, and this time when she smiles at him it is genuine and full of unadulterated love.

“I just want everything to be perfect, I know how much this means to you,” she replies earnestly, too dazed to notice the soft aww that drifts through the air from the audience. Pietro smiles.

“Man, did I luck out on finding the most perfect girl in the world or what?”

“Well us being together certainly isn’t a coincidence,” she notes with a small smile. The uneasiness begins to wash over her again, but y/n isn’t given a chance to dwell on the feeling as the front door swings open and a vibrant looking young woman stands in the doorway, almost beaming at the two with pure glee.

“Thank goodness you made it!” She exclaims, hand delicately resting on her chest to showcase her relief before she pulls the stranger her brother into a hug.

“Like we’d really miss Sunday dinner,” Pietro jokes before pressing a chaste kiss to his sister’s cheek. His hand returns to the small of y/n’s back and the fond smile pulls at his lips again. “Wanda, I’d like to introduce you to a very special little lady, my girlfriend y/n.”

“Oh, she’s very special indeed,” Wanda notes with an overzealous wink, ignoring the way in which the brownie dish begins to tremble in the poor girl’s hands. Just a little stage fright, that’s all. “It’s very nice to meet you, y/n. I’m Wanda.”

“It’s an honor to meet you,” the girl replies earnestly, “Pietro has told me so much about you.”

“Well aren’t you sweet! Please, come in,” Wanda grins, ushering the two inside before shutting the door. “Boys, Uncle Pietro is here!”

“What a lovely place you have,” y/n compliments. Her eyes scan the perfectly decorated home in wonder, awe, and a third thing she can’t quite place for if she dwells on it for too long her head begins to ache and her surroundings begin to grow fuzzy.

“Oh, please, it’s just a little something I threw together,” she jokes, canned laughter echoing distantly in the background of y/n’s mind.

“Uncle Pietro!” Two voices exclaim, and y/n watches curiously as her boyfriend lets out an ecstatic laugh before rushing forward to scoop the twin boys in his arms.

“If it isn’t my favorite little trouble makers!” He grins, making sure to ruffle both heads of hair. “Billy, Tommy, say hi to your aunt y/n.”

“Hi, aunt y/n,” Billy greets politely. Tommy is at her side in an instant, movements so quick y/n can’t help but to let out a startled yelp as he lunges for the dish in her hands.

“Are those brownies?!”

“Tommy, where are your manners?” Wanda chides gently, shaking her head with a laugh and reaching for the pastries. “Boys will be boys. I’ll take these off your hands.”

“Oh, uh, yes, thank you...” y/n murmurs softly, brows stitched together in discomfort.

“You’ll have to excuse my husband’s absence, another late night at the office. You know how it is, don’t you?”

“I can’t say I do.”

“Hmm... Well, make yourself comfortable. Dinner will be ready soon, I’ll just go put these in the kitchen.”

“Oh, do you need any h-“

“No,” Wanda blurts out abruptly, startling everyone in the room. She plasters on a smile, “No thank you. How can I be a good hostess if my guest is doing all the work for me?”

“You’re right, I’m so sorry,” y/n flounders, panic clear amongst her features. “I-I didn’t mean to impose at all.”

“No apologies,” the woman murmurs quietly, a small smile on her lips and an admonitory glimmer in her eyes, “we’re going to have a nice family dinner, and everything is going to be just perfect.”

The tension in the air is suffocating, wrapping itself in a slow growing hold around y/n’s neck. Her eyes begin to water, bottom lip quivering in fear as she looks around the room that suddenly feels too big and too bright. She doesn’t belong here with these people, something is wrong, the man she came here with is not hers, and as Wanda’s figure retreats behind the kitchen door y/n makes a mad dash towards the nearest exit.

“Whoa!” Pietro exclaims with an uneasy laugh, and in a blue flash she suddenly finds herself being scooped up off her feet and tossed back down on the couch in between the apprehensive twins faster than her fried brain can even comprehend. “Not so fast there, missy. Just where do you think you’re going?”

“I... I don’t feel right,” the young woman murmurs, wincing at the uncomfortable dryness of her throat as she swallows. “I want to go home and lie down.”

“Don’t be like that, babe,” he chides with a disappointed frown, “this is my family.”

“But what about my family?” Y/n whispers, tears welling in her eyes as she realizes that whenever she attempts to picture the life she once lived not a single thing comes to mind. “I don’t have a family.”

“This is your family now. We talked about this, remember? We came to Westview to make Wanda happy, and you don’t want to upset her, do you?”

“No,” she replies meekly, shuddering when the calloused pad of his thumb swipes across her warm cheek to remove any evidence of tears. No, I don’t want to make her unhappy, because if I do then I’m written off the show and I don’t know what will happen to me if I am. “I want to spend time with my new family.”

“Atta girl,” Pietro grins as he cups her face with both hands and brings her in for a kiss.

“Yuck!” Tommy exclaims in disgust from beside the couple, and this time y/n can’t help the bubbly laughter that escapes her at the young boy’s antics. Any memory of her previous meltdown is quickly wiped from her mind, and all she can think of now is how utterly grateful she is to be loved by such a wonderful man and be taken in by his wonderful family.

She pulls Pietro in for another kiss and giggles uncontrollably when he responds by tickling her sides, all while Wanda watches carefully from behind the scenes.

~~~

“Dream of better lives, the kind which never hate. Trapped in a state of imaginary grace.”

Her voice is quiet and serene as she hums along to the Modern English song playing on the radio, a content smile on her face as she washes the dishes leftover from dinner. It was the least she could do after the lovely evening Wanda had hosted; her sister-in-law had been called upon by the neighbor Agnes for a task that hadn’t quite been specified, so y/n was happy to tidy up while her boyfriend spent quality time with the boys. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt as happy and content as she did now— she couldn’t remember anything, really— and y/n knew then and there that moving to Westview with Pietro had been the right decision for the family, for his sister and themselves, and for the children, too. Yes, everything was just peachy keen.

The kitchen door swings open and in walks a man y/n has never seen before. He looks just as surprised as she is when their eyes meet, an awkward smile on his red face and the morning paper in his hands, and y/n slowly drops the dish she had been washing back into the sink.

“Hello,” the man greets curtly, “I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting before.”

“I’m afraid not,” y/n agrees with a bashful smile, quickly removing her rubber gloves so that she may extend her hand towards him for a shake, “I’m y/n, Pietro’s girlfriend.”

“Ah, yes...” he murmurs lowly, cautiously shaking her hand and sizing the woman up and down until she shrinks under his gaze. He means her no harm, but he isn’t sure whether or not she’s part of this cooky little play or just another victim cast under Wanda’s spell. He smiles suddenly, the gesture startling the girl. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Vision.”

“Oh, yes! Of course. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

“May I ask where my wife is?” Vision asks.

“She went off to the neighbor’s,” y/n explains before promptly returning to her dish washing. The radio sounds distant and warbled now, the song she had been singing along to now nothing but static and jumbled up syllables, but to Vision’s dismay she doesn’t seem to notice in the slightest.

“How are you enjoying Westview?”

“I’m having the best time. Pietro and I have been talking and we might just have to hunker down in our own little place,” she says with a giggle. “It would be nice to be closer to you all.”

“I must say, having you and Pietro here was quite the surprise.”

“Not a bad one I hope,” she frowns. Vision guiltily refuses to meet her gaze.

“No, not at all. But, might I ask how you two came to be?” Vision asks apprehensively, adding on so that she doesn’t feel cornered, “I’m sure it must be a lovely story.”

“Oh, yes! I remember it like it was yesterday,” y/n swoons dreamily, a fond smile plastered on her face and her gaze casted out towards the living room where Pietro sits playing video games with the boys. She blinks once, twice, eyes never once leaving the silver haired stranger in the couch. A pregnant pause hovers over the two, the porcelain plate trembles in her hands, and Vision watches in silent horror as her eyes begin to well with tears.

“Y/n?” He calls gently, fingertips carefully brushing against her elbow in an attempt to bring her focus back to him. He removes the plate from her iron grip and sets it back carefully in the sink before turning the girl by the shoulders to face him; she still wears that same adoring smile despite the tears that silently fall down her cheeks.

“Forgive me,” she murmurs quietly, “I can’t seem to gather my thoughts properly.”

“Who did this to you? Was it Wanda? Pietro?” Vision press urgently. Y/n sways slightly when he shakes her by the shoulders in a desperate attempt to break her from her trance but still her smile remains.

“Pietro? Oh, he loves me, and I love him.”

“My dear, I don’t think you do,” the man utters sympathetically.

“Of course I do, silly. We were made for each other.”

“Perhaps you were, but not in the way you think. Y/n-“

“Please let go,” she interrupts in a soft, steady voice, looking up at him like a scorned child, “you’re scaring me.”

“If you would just let me,” Vision begins to say, fingertips reaching for her temple in preparation to break her from the spell only to be interrupted by another presence in the room.

“Whoa, what’s going on in here?” Pietro asks with a raised brow and uneasy laugh. “Hey toaster oven, you mind maybe letting go of my girlfriend?”

“Of course, my apologies,” Vision murmurs, stepping away from the girl and allowing her to run into the arms of her boyfriend.

“You okay, babe?” He asks with a raised brow. She isn’t, not in the slightest, but she has a job to do and a role to play, so she merely bats her eyes at him before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Never been better. Hey, how does dessert sound?”

“I think that sounds lovely,” Wanda chimes, her sudden appearance in the kitchen doorway startling the already present trio. Vision looks like a deer caught in headlights when Wanda saunters over and gifts him with an innocent kiss to the cheek. “Why don’t you and Pietro get the boys settled down while y/n and I prepare the dessert?”

“What a lovely idea, darling,” Vision chimes with an easy smile— y/n isn’t the only one with a role to play. “Come now, dear brother-in-law.”

“Take good care of my girl, little sis,” Pietro calls on his way out. Wanda smiles, her eyes never once leaving y/n’s trembling frame.

“But of course. What is family for? Y/n, be a dear and grab the plates, won’t you?”

“Yes, Wanda,” the girl chimes obediently. She smiles.

“I noticed you seemed a little shaken up just now, is everything alright?” Wanda asks, feigning obliviousness.

“Oh, you know, just some friendly questioning from my new brother-in-law. I’m sure he just wanted to make sure Pietro had found the right match,” she explains with a passive wave of her hand. Wanda hums softly.

“Well we don’t need to worry about that,” she notes. “You’re here for a reason, y/n. Do you know that?”

“For Pietro, and for you,” she replies earnestly, smiling when Wanda takes her hands in her own and gives them a gentle squeeze. “You’ve always wanted a big family, a real family, one that would never turn its back on you or leave you behind ever again. You want a sister and nieces and nephews and love, and I’m here because I can do all of that and more for you.”

“Exactly right. Family is forever, y/n. Are you ready for the commitment that comes with being a Maximoff?”

“I’ve never been more ready,” y/n responds eagerly. Wanda smiles.

“I’m so relieved you said that,” she utters gently, pulling y/n in for a hug so that she may not see the way in which her eyes begin to glow red and waves of energy begin to emit from her fingertips as she carefully settles herself fully into the girl’s mind. She fills her head with thoughts of Pietro and family, with memories she’s never lived and feelings she’s never had, she fills her with love, and y/n is none the wiser.

“Congratulations, y/n,” Wanda utters quietly, comfortingly stroking the girl’s hair, “you’re a Maximoff now.”