#hoping they do something interesting with it from here

[witchywithwhiskey]

what good girls get after movie night

pairing: bucky barnes x female reader

summary: movie night in avengers tower gets interesting when you and bucky barnes test the limits of your secret relationship.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), thunderbolts* spoilers, smut, pwp, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, vaginal fingering, edging/orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, come eating, semi-public fooling around (under a blanket during movie night), 'need to be quiet so we don't get caught' trope, sneaking around/secret relationship, dirty talk, light degradation, praise kink, teasing, biting, pet names (sweetheart, baby), established relationship, both bucky and reader are members of the new avengers—let me know if i missed something!

word count: 3.1k

a/n: here's my first ever entry for @buckybarnesevents's Hot Bucky Summer event!! idk yet how many weeks i'll be able to write for, but i'm gonna try to do a couple at least. and to start us off, we've got a very dirty Bucky Barnes and some New Avengers tower shenanigans 😅 hope y'all enjoy! ♡

prompt: “Mind your own damn business.” | [Secret Sex/Relationship | Embarrassment | Denial]

It was movie night in Avengers Tower—or rather, New Avengers Tower—and you plopped down in one of the end seats of the overstuffed couches in the lounge. 

You always made sure to show up early so you didn’t end up crammed between John Walker and Ava Starr. Their bickering could ruin any movie.

Sure enough, the pair entered the lounge not long after you, arguing about who won some sparring match during their training that day, and whether it was cheating for Ava to use her powers. She was threatening to phase into his room and stab him while he slept as they took their seats on another couch. 

You breathed a sigh of relief that they weren’t sitting near you. The seat next to you was still open, and you had hopes for who would take it—though you tried not to look hopeful as the others filtered in. 

Alexei Shostakov, Yelena Belova and Bob Reynolds entered the lounge a few minutes later. Yelena flopped down on the floor, while Bob sat on the couch closest to her, the two of them having a conversation that was much more civil than the continued bickering between John and Ava, which had devolved into threats of bodily harm.

Alexei went straight for the remote to the massive TV before settling into the lounge’s only recliner armchair. Everyone had long ago agreed that was always his spot because he fell asleep five minutes into the movie and snored like a fighter jet mid-battle.

Just before Alexei hit play on the movie, Bucky Barnes slipped into the lounge and took the empty seat next to you. Immediately, your heart began to beat a little faster, and you tried to hide your joy as you looked around at the others on the team.

You’d spent hours wondering whether everyone else knew you and Bucky were sneaking around together, trying to keep your relationship secret so it wouldn’t get back to Valentina Allegra de Fontaine. Neither you nor Bucky knew how Val would react, and you both figured it was easier not to find out. 

That night, no one was paying you and Bucky any mind—Yelena was snapping at John to shut up while Alexei’s recliner creaked loudly as he settled into it. You figured they either hadn’t noticed how close Bucky was sitting to you, or they didn’t care. 

Knowing The New Avengers as you did, you truly couldn’t determine which was more likely to be true. 

Finally, the movie began. The sound was turned up to a nearly deafening level, and you let your worries about what the team did or didn’t know fall away. 

A few minutes in, Bucky grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and he casually tossed it over the two of you. When you looked at him and caught his eye, the ghost of a smirk danced at the edge of his mouth, and you shot him the barest smile in return.

Glancing around the room, you made sure everyone was engrossed in the movie before curling into Bucky’s side. You threw your legs over his thigh while his metal arm wrapped around your shoulders, tucking you into his body. 

Ducking your head, you hid a pleased smile as you got comfortable. Your body relaxed into Bucky, your fingers holding the blanket up to your chin so it covered as much of your entwined limbs as possible. 

Snuggled up with your secret boyfriend, you settled in to watch the movie in peace. But Bucky had other ideas.

While everyone else was focused on the TV, Bucky shifted so he was curled more around you, his hand slipping onto your knee beneath the blanket. 

Just that touch had tingles of warmth dancing up your thighs to settle heavily between your legs, your body already beginning to crave Bucky’s. But with the team littered throughout the room, you did your best to ignore your reaction to Bucky’s touch. 

Then, oh so slowly, Bucky began to slide his hand up your thigh. His palm was blazingly hot through the thin cotton of your leggings, teasing you with his heat when you truly wanted him to be touching your bare skin. 

The higher his hand got, the less you could ignore it. Especially when his fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thigh, earning a choked whine from you. 

“Bucky,” you gasped on the softest exhale you could manage, well aware that there were two other super-soldiers in the room. No matter how loud the TV was, there was always a chance someone would hear you, or—god forbid—sense you another way. “We can’t.” 

Lifting your head, you looked around the lounge with quick, sharp eyes. 

Thankfully, Alexei was already asleep, the loud rumbling of his snores drowning out the quieter moments of the movie. Bob looked totally engrossed in the TV and Yelena was playing with one of her knives while she kept an eye on Ava and John, who were bickering again, though about what you couldn’t tell.

“Shh, sweetheart, watch the movie,” Bucky murmured teasingly in your ear, clearly having done his own sweep of the room and noting that no one was paying any attention to the two of you. 

Bucky took advantage of the team’s distraction to slide his hand even higher up your thigh, until his big palm was cupping your pussy through your leggings. It was all you could do to bite down on your plush lower lip and hold back the sharp gasp that wanted to escape. His hand was so big and it felt so good pressing between your thighs.

A smirk slashed across Bucky’s face, his hungry eyes watching your expression closely so he could devour each and every one of your reactions. He pressed his fingers into your throbbing slit, watching as your lips dropped open and your eyes went hazy from the pleasure pulsing in your pussy.

He kept rubbing your cunt, and you knew the moment he realized you weren’t wearing any panties under your leggings because a soft growl rumbled in his chest. You’d already soaked through your leggings, and you were certain his fingers were growing wetter and wetter with every swipe of your pussy.

“You’re such a little slut, baby,” Bucky purred, ducking his head so his mouth was right against your cheek. You could feel the rasp of his stubble against your skin, and you squirmed on his lap, trapping his hand between your thighs, which only made him chuckle. “You wanted this, didn’t you, sweetheart?”

His words were so condescending and filthy, they had your heart racing in your chest, battering against your ribs. Embarrassment heated your cheeks, but you didn’t protest Bucky’s accusation—because he was right. You had foregone wearing panties hoping it would give Bucky easier access to do exactly what he was doing.

“You wanted to fool around during movie night, didn’t you, baby?” Bucky murmured, his impish grin pressed into your cheek. “You wanted me to rub your bare pussy through your leggings while the rest of the team are right here.”

It was so dirty, what the two of you were doing, but you didn’t want to stop. So even though his last words weren’t a question, you nodded. You lifted your eyes and looked at Bucky from under your lashes, letting him see all the naked desire in your expression. 

Bucky’s grin widened, turning wolfish and hungry as his eyes sparkled in the dim blue light of the TV. His hand rubbed your pussy harder, thumb pressing tight circles into your clit, dragging you tenaciously toward the edge of your release. 

“They could catch us at any second,” he warned, his voice still low enough that only you could hear. “And then they’d know just what a filthy little slut you are for me, huh?”

“Bucky, please,” you rasped on a stifled sob, turning your head and burying your face in Bucky’s neck. Your shoulders trembled, fingers curling into fists as you clung to his t-shirt. The pleasure rolling through your body was made even more overwhelming by the need to keep quiet.

“Don’t worry, baby, I won’t let them catch us,” Bucky rumbled soothingly, his hand between your thighs slowing to draw out your pleasure. “You just be a good little slut—stay quiet and let me play with your sweet, greedy cunt during the movie.”

“Yes, sir,” you whispered into Bucky’s neck, pressing a kiss to his skin as you spread your legs wider for him beneath the blanket.

“Good girl,” he cooed against your temple, making you quiver from the pleasure. 

For a long while, Bucky rubbed your dripping cunt through your leggings, getting the fabric soaking wet while stoking your pleasure to a constant, burning heat. He was merciless, playing with your clit and your puffy pussy lips as if trying to get you to slip up and make a sound.

For your part, all you could do was try to be good. You muffled your moans in the warmth of Bucky’s neck, huffing out soft mewls and breathless whimpers that were drowned out by the movie playing on the TV and Alexei’s snores.

When you thought Bucky was going to edge you like that for the entire movie, he pulled his hand from between your thighs. Without warning, everything sharpened around you, your mind surfacing from the haze of constant pleasure.

Despite the reprieve from his torture, you nearly whined at the sudden loss of Bucky’s touch. Your fingers curled tighter in the soft cotton of his t-shirt and you were about to say something—but then he hooked his fingers around the waistband of your leggings and slid his big hand inside.

Bucky’s warm, calloused fingers pushed between the messy, swollen lips of your pussy, and the feeling was so good—so filthy and exquisite—that you were nearly helpless to it. At the last second, you ducked your head and sank your teeth into the hard muscle of his pecs to stifle the moan that demanded to spill free.

A grunt came from Bucky when you bit him, and you lifted your head in time to catch him glancing furtively around the room. When it was clear that everyone else was distracted by the movie or each other, you both breathed a sigh of relief. 

Bucky’s fingers, which had stilled against your pussy, slipped deeper between your thighs. Two pushed into your hole, spearing you open and sinking inside you to the knuckle. They stretched you deliciously, stroking against your sensitive inner walls, and for a moment, you forgot yourself.

“Oh god, Bucky,” you breathed on a sigh of delight, pushing your face into his neck in a belated attempt to muffle your sounds of pleasure. He smelled like salt and leather and you wanted to lick him and moan with abandon.

“Shh, ya gotta be quiet, sweetheart,” Bucky chided you, his tone warm with affectionate teasing. “You don’t want anyone catching us, do you?”

Pleasure was throbbing through your body, so sharp and insistent, you could hardly bring yourself to care about getting caught anymore. You just wanted some relief—you wanted to come.

“Need you,” you whined as quietly as you could manage. “Please,” you begged pitifully, tugging weakly on Bucky’s shirt, as if that would sway him toward giving you what you wanted. 

A reprimanding growl rumbled in Bucky’s chest and when he spoke, his mouth brushed against your ear, his words filling your head. 

“If you can be a good girl and be quiet for the rest of the movie, I’ll take you back to my room and show you what good girls get,” he said, and then, as if deciding to make his point even clearer, he went on. “Good girls get to come on my big, fat cock while I spill my seed in their greedy, hungry cunt.”

His words were a lightning bolt straight to your pussy, and you nearly moaned again. You had to bite down on the base of Bucky’s throat to stifle the sound, and as soon as it passed, you pulled your mouth away to respond.

“I can be good—I can be good, I swear,” you promised in a rushed babble, a whine in your tone as you nodded your head against Bucky’s shoulder. 

“Good girl,” Bucky purred in your ear, his metal arm tightening around your shoulders and tucking you deeper into his chest. All the while, his fingers fucked your dripping hole slowly, torturously, ramping up your pleasure before easing you back down.

Bucky brought you to the edge three more times before the movie ended, rumbling in your ear to be a good girl and not come on his fingers so he could reward you later. It was a near thing each time, but you managed it, your body trembling more and more beneath the blanket concealing your bodies.

He’d let you wind down after each edge while he slipped his hand from your leggings and licked your desire from his fingers. His eyes would glimmer with barely leashed lust as he held your gaze, making you watch him taste you while you quivered in his arms. Then he’d start the process all over again.

By the time the movie was over, you were wound so tight, you knew you’d explode the second Bucky slid his cock into your aching, hungry cunt. And you couldn’t wait another minute for that release. 

The second the credits began to roll, you yanked Bucky’s hand from your leggings, the super-soldier letting you free his fingers with a low chuckle. Then you tossed the blanket off your overheated bodies and hopped up, heading straight for the door with Bucky hot on your heels.

“Where are you two going?” John called as you tried to make a hasty escape, drawing all eyes to you and Bucky. “Don’t tell me you guys are tired already, we only watched one movie! Bucky might be ancient, but what’s your excuse, rookie?”

“Mind your own damn business, Walker,” you snarled, hurling the comment over your shoulder as you picked up your pace. 

You didn’t care anymore if the team knew about you and Bucky and what you got up to when you were alone in the tower. All you could think about was the pounding pulse between your thighs and your need for release. 

Looking over your shoulder, you caught Bucky’s eye, and he looked just as desperate and hungry as you felt. With a jolt of understanding, you realized he didn’t care if anyone else knew either, and the thought made you smile happily at him. His wolfish grin answered you and urged you on.

As the two of you retreated from the lounge, you heard John whining to the others, “What’d I say?” The last thing you heard was everyone else—save for Alexei, who was still asleep in his chair—laugh at him.

Once you were out of sight of the team, Bucky hauled you over his shoulder and took off. He jogged through the winding hallways of the tower until he got to his room. There, he pushed quickly through the door and locked it behind him, before tossing you down on the bed.

“Leggings off now, unless you want me to tear them off you,” Bucky growled, already yanking his clothes off. 

You grinned at his impatience, as if he wasn’t the one who’d tortured you for the last two hours by edging you during movie night. But you decided to save your teasing for later, because you wanted him too badly to say anything. Instead, you just tore of your own clothes as quickly as you could.

Then Bucky was on you, his hips bullying between your legs, his cock smacking against your wet, needy pussy. Your thighs spread wide to welcome him into your body, your lips parting on an obscene moan when he crushed you into the bed with his heavy form. 

In one thrust, he was inside you, and you let loose an uninhibited scream of pleasure that filled his room, bouncing off the walls and shattering the stillness of the night. 

Just as you’d predicted, you came the moment Bucky slid home inside your pussy, your release helped along by the way he was grinding the base of his cock into your clit. He knew exactly what he was doing, pushing you over the edge with relentless efficiency. 

And you were helpless to it. The pleasure coursing through you, crashing over you in blissful waves had you trembling and whimpering beneath him, riding out the overwhelming release with your thighs wrapped tight around his waist.

“That’s it, sweetheart, you’re coming like a perfect little slut on my cock,” Bucky praised you, brushing kisses to your cheeks before capturing your lips in a filthy kiss. “You were such a good girl, so quiet and perfect for me while I played with your pretty pussy.”

Bucky started rolling his hips, thrusting into you with deep strokes of his cock, filling you up over and over again. You could feel the twitching and throbbing of his hard length, but he didn’t let up, just set a brutal pace, pounding into your cunt. Before your release had even fully subsided, he was urging you toward another.

Gripping your jaw in one hand while he braced himself on his metal arm, Bucky held your face still, his eyes locked on yours. There was a promise of pleasure in his feral gaze, in the slash of a smirk on his face, and you couldn’t help the eager grin that pulled at your lips at his next words. 

“Now it’s time for me to show you what good girls get after movie night.”

Bucky Barnes was a man of his word, and show you he did. He fucked you long and hard, making you come so many times you lost count, until the evidence of your pleasure was seen in the uncontrollable quivering of your exhausted thighs and the amount of come—both his and yours—making a mess as it spilled from your body. 

Meanwhile, the rest of the New Avengers team gave Bucky’s room a wide berth for the night. They all had a good idea about what the two of you got up to when you slipped away from the others to be alone; they all knew about your “secret” relationship and your not-so-secret cuddling during movie night. (Thankfully, that was all they knew about.) 

Well, everyone knew about you and Bucky Barnes except John Walker. But he was always the last to figure out anything. 

All told, it was a pretty standard movie night in the New Avengers Tower.

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[jinjoohaa]

JJK men when you go on a date with another guy

CW: NSFW, possessiveness, emotional manipulation, degradation, choking (light), spanking, begging, mild dubcon vibes, toxic obsession, heartbreak, praise/degradation mix, somnophilia undertones (Geto), angst-laced smut. 18+ only.

Kento Nanami

Painfully adult about it. He won’t beg, won’t yell, but the way his jaw clenches when you tell him is telling enough. He’ll give you space... but not without asking for something first.

“One last time,” he says, low, almost reverent. “I need to remember what it felt like to be inside you before someone else takes my place.”

That night is slow torture. He kisses you like a man saying goodbye, touches you like he’s etching the memory into his bones. He doesn't cum until you're begging, and even then, he does it deep, slow, aching—whispers a broken “thank you” into your neck as he finishes. Then he leaves before morning, and doesn’t come to your room again.

Satoru Gojo

Oh, he loses it. Cracks wide open.

The second he finds out, he spirals—starts cracking jokes to cover the panic. Then he gets quiet. Real quiet. Follows you around the apartment like a kicked puppy. When you try to leave, he’s at the door, blocking it.

“Please don’t go,” he murmurs, eyes wide and glassy. “Don’t let someone else have you. You think he’s gonna love you like I do? Talk to you the way I talk to you when you're stuffed full of my cock and crying my name?”

Drops to his knees right there in the hallway. Arms around your thighs, face pressed into your stomach. Whispers, “I’ll be good. I’ll stop flirting with everyone else. I’ll give you everything. Just don’t go. I love you so much, please.”

Filthy, desperate, so full of love it’s pathetic. And if you give in? He eats you out right there on the floor like a man starved, moaning into your pussy like it’s the only thing that can save him.

Toji Fushiguro

Quiet. Cold. Terrifying.

Doesn’t say a word when you tell him. Just stare at you with that heavy, unreadable look, jaw ticking. That night, he doesn’t come out of his room. The next morning, he’s gone before you wakes up.

Then you comes back from your “date.”

Toji’s sitting in the kitchen in the dark, one arm thrown over the back of a chair, the other holding a drink. He doesn’t even look at you. Just says, “He touch you?”

If you lie? He stands, walks over slow, cages you against the fridge with one arm, and sniffs your neck like a predator. “Lying won’t save you, baby.”

If you don’t stop him—if you so much as breathes wrong—he lifts you onto the counter and ruins you. One hand choking you gently, the other between your legs, growling things like, “You think some college boy can fuck you like this? You think he knows what to do with a mouthy little cunt like yours?”

Fuck you so deep and mean you forget why you even went out in the first place.

Suguru Geto

Smiles like it’s a joke.

“Oh? A date?” he says, smirking from the couch. “How cute. Hope he doesn’t bore you to death.”

But behind closed doors, he’s pacing. Smoking. Muttering to Gojo about how they should’ve marked you earlier. When you get back, he’s already in your bed, legs spread, shirt off, holding your favorite hoodie in his lap like a fucking scent-hound.

“Tell me, sweetheart,” he purrs as you walk in. “Did he make you laugh? Did he make you wet?”

You say no. Of course you say no.

“Good girl,” he says. “Now come here and let me erase him.”

Tie your wrists above your head and make you cum until you're sobbing. Spanks you until your thighs are shaking. Makes you say his name over and over, soft and fucked-out, while he kisses the tears from your cheeks and murmurs, “No one will ever love you the way we do.”

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[pazzispizookies]

High schooled

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as always all work is fiction.

Cw: 🍃🍃😉 ( very VERY exaggerated for entertainment, I’m completely aware this isn’t how most people are when they’re ⬆️⬆️ so yeah trust lol this isn’t accurate)

Also, hey guys!! I’ve missed writing so much. I hope you all like this stupidness to hold u until I release the fic I’ve been working on, so here’s something silly to pass the time. leave anons and comments!! I love you pookies.

Pairing: high school Azzi x Paige, teammates to lovers.

Word count: 2.5k

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Paige and Azzi hadn’t really talked since tryouts.

They had that kind of quiet chemistry off the bench—electric in motion, like the ball just understood where it needed to go when it was between them. Both juniors now, they’d played together long enough to know each other’s rhythm.

But that didn’t mean they spoke.

Azzi had a different kind of high school experience than Paige.

She was that girl. Popular, pretty, the one everyone assumed had a line of people trying to date her and ten more waiting to join. The kind of girl teachers adored and strangers rooted for. Not because she was fake nice—but because she was quietly kind. Always helping someone. Always smiling. Always balanced.

Paige… wasn’t like that.

She was loud in her own way. Not obnoxious—just real. Known for zoning out in class and zoning in on the court. Since eighth grade, everyone knew she was gonna be something serious with basketball. She didn’t try in school, didn’t really try to make friends. Not because she was rude. She just didn’t need the noise.

No drama, no gossip, no fake laughing in the locker room. Paige just wasn’t interested.

Except… when it came to Azzi.

Something about her stayed in Paige’s head longer than it should’ve.

Azzi was a walking contradiction—soft-spoken but never timid. Composed but not cold. Like she had more going on under the surface, but didn’t owe anyone access to it. Paige tried freshman year. Reached out. Dropped some lines, tried to get close. Didn’t work.

She figured out real fast she wasn’t the type of person Azzi Fudd kept around.

So she stopped trying. Just admired from a safe distance.

And maybe, yeah, she passed to Azzi more on the court than she should’ve. Maybe she felt it when their plays clicked like clockwork, but it stayed on the court.

They were mutuals online. Occasional polite nods in the hall. Shared group chats with dry thumbs-ups.

So when Azzi found Paige slouched in a stairwell during fourth period, it was…unexpected.

**

Paige was bored. Like, kill-me-now level bored.

Geometry again. Her second time through it. Shapes and angles and numbers that had nothing to do with game stats. She was out of patience. She didn’t need geometry to steal a ball away or drop 20 on a D1 recruit.

So she left.

Asked to use the bathroom, slid her hoodie up, and took a stroll around the school—with a little extra on the side.

The new pen she’d picked up was hitting. Harder than she expected.

She’d only started smoking a couple months ago. Some college party, bad decisions… yadda yadda. But the high? Oh, the high hit like a deep exhale after a long day. Her brain got quiet. Thoughts slowed. Shit just made more sense—or didn’t have to.

No drug tests in-season for high school. So every now and then, when life got too loud, Paige took a moment.

She took one hit. Waited. Then another. Then three more in a row.

Five hits.

Which was about… four too many. For school at least.

“Fuck,” she muttered, staring at herself in the mirror. Her pupils were swimming. Eyes bloodshot. Movements molasses-slow. She looked like she’d just been dragged through a dream.

“Just act cool,” she mumbled, even though her mouth was already betraying her.

She splashed water on her face. Didn’t help. Her reflection looked like it was vibing to a song she couldn’t hear. That white noise hum in her ears made everything feel like a music video.

She walked up the stairwell, each step a challenge. Head bobbing slightly, hoodie half-on, breathing like she was auditioning to be a fog machine.

Then—

“Paige? Are you—uh, okay?”

Azzi’s voice. Light, amused. But with a thread of concern underneath.

Paige turned around way too fast, stumbled a little, then forced a wide, dopey grin. “Azzi! Yep. All good!”

Azzi tilted her head. “You sure? ‘Cause you look a little… lost.”

Paige glanced around, turning her head to sweep her surroundings. Maybe she accidentally took a wrong turn.

Nope, just in school…was this girl good?

Lost? What did Azzi mean lost?

She didn’t need a map.

She was on the fucking stairs.

“I’m on the stairs.”

Azzi fudd might be stupid. I mean she was on the stairs. Not in the ocean.

“Yes, you are indeed,” Azzi said, laughing softly. “I meant lost in a different way, genius.”

“Ohhhhhhhh” Paige chuckled out, realizing she was the stupid one.

That shouldn’t’ve been funny.

But somehow, that was the line that cracked Paige wide open.

Laughter spilled out of her like a floodgate had been waiting to blow. Real, breath-stealing, stomach-clutching laughter. The kind that made you bend over and slap your own knee.

Azzi blinked, half smiling. “Paige? What’s so funny?”

“I don’t—” Paige gasped. “I don’t even know.”

She tried to catch her breath. Failed. Then started laughing again, this time with tears creeping into her eyes. Her face was flushed, eyes even redder now, blue nearly swallowed by the haze.

Azzi moved closer, just in time to catch her as she stumbled forward.

“Whoa—hey, okay,” she said, steadying Paige with a gentle grip.

Paige leaned into her, loose-limbed, chin dropping onto Azzi’s shoulder like she belonged there. Like her body just knew this was a safe place to land.

“You smell good, Az…”

Azzi froze.

Paige’s own brain screamed in slow motion—why’d you say that?!

She hadn’t meant to. But weed turned her mouth into a traitor. And the thing was, it was true. Azzi smelled clean. Calm. Vanilla and something a little citrusy. Paige could’ve buried her face there and floated away.

Before Azzi could say anything, Paige pulled herself upright again. “Uh, thanks. Sorry.”

“Paige, wait—”

“Yeah?” Paige turned around, blinking slow, lips parted.

Azzi hesitated, then exhaled. “I’m… worried about you. I know we’re not really friends, but you’re obviously—not exactly clear-minded right now. So… you wanna just sit with me for a minute?”

She wasn’t judging. Just honest. Soft but firm.

Paige stood there, heartbeat thudding unevenly. If she went back to geometry like this, she’d be cooked. Suspended, maybe expelled.

“…Yeah. Yeah, alright.”

Azzi smiled, relief softening her eyes. “Cool. And, uh—thanks.”

“For what?”

“The compliment.” She grinned. “But we should probably leave before someone walks in.”

Paige’s cheeks warmed. She hoped it didn’t show, but knowing her winter-pale skin, practically translucent in the winter months—it absolutely did.

“Yeah. You right.”

They started walking together, slow at first. Quiet.

Until Paige squinted over at her.

“Wait… don’t you got class right now? I thought you were like, Miss Honor Roll.”

Azzi gave her a side-eye. “I don’t have a class this period. I usually help out around school. Staple stuff, prep club kits, support the special ed classrooms…”

Paige shook her head. “Yo. You’re like… annoyingly perfect.”

Silence.

“I mean,” she fumbled, “not like in a bad way. Just, y’know—like a little fairy princess of academic responsibility.”

“Paige.”

“Yeah?”

“I get it,” Azzi said with a small laugh. “I’ll take it as a compliment. Again.”

Paige grinned. “Good.”

They reached the bottom of the stairs when Azzi stopped and looked toward the side door to the lot.

“You down to maybe…” she jerked her chin toward the exit, “…skip the rest of the day?”

Paige blinked, jaw slack.

“You? Azzi Fudd? Tryna cut school?”

Azzi pushed the door open

Azzi laughed and stepped through the side door, shooting a grin over her shoulder. “Guess you’re a bad influence.”

The sunlight caught her curls just right, making her look like some kind of daydream, and Paige stayed posted up at the top of the stairwell, watching her go like her brain had skipped a beat.

Bad influence. Word.

She shook her head to snap out of it, blinking slow. Her high was still humming loud in her chest, but she remembered—oh right, legs. Gotta move ‘em.

By the time she made it down the stairs and out into the parking lot, Azzi was already halfway across the pavement, walking with that calm, light-footed stride like she’d done this a thousand times. Paige jogged a few steps to catch up, hoodie still half-off, one hand shoved in the pocket like she was just chillin’ and not, y’know, freshly ditching school with the girl who usually carried the whole moral compass of the team.

“This your first time skipping?” Paige asked, settling in next to her, pace casual.

Azzi glanced over, lips pressed into a little smile. “Yeah… first time.”

Paige smirked. “You nervous?”

Azzi shrugged. “A little. But you make it look kind of… fun.”

Paige raised a brow. “Fun? This is elite-tier boredom survival. I skip ‘cause geometry is straight-up brain poison.”

Azzi laughed softly. “You might have a point.”

The air settled into something soft for a second, the daylight beaming on both of them warm and honey like.

“Gimme your phone.”

Azzi stopped mid-step. “What?”

Paige held her hand out, palm up, expression calm but firm. “Your phone. C’mon.”

Azzi narrowed her eyes. “Why?”

“Just trust me.”

“Right.” Azzi gave her a long, skeptical look but didn’t move. “Sounds like the start of a very bad idea.”

Paige kept her hand out. “You said you trusted me. One time. Promise.”

Azzi hesitated. Then sighed and reached into her back pocket, pulling out her phone like she already knew she was gonna regret this. “Alright. Just don’t break it or hack into my Pinterest boards.”

Paige grinned. “Can’t promise anything.”

She took the phone, thumbs already moving. “Password?”

“It’s my birthday. November—”

“I got it,” Paige cut in, casual like she’d cracked military intel.

Azzi blinked. “How did you…? Seriously?”

“I got good memory.” Paige shrugged. “You said it in that interview after the regional tourney last season. Mentioned your birthday fell on a game day.”

Azzi looked at her sideways, not saying anything at first.

“What?” Paige smirked.

“Nothing.” Azzi shook her head, amused. “I don’t even think my brother remembers my birthday.”

“John or José?” Paige asked without missing a beat.

Azzi stopped walking. “Okay, now that’s creepy.”

Paige turned to her, eyes calm but teasing. “I pay attention, Az. Don’t freak out.”

Azzi let out a breath, half-laughing. “Maybe I sold you short, Beuckers.”

Paige grinned. “Bet you did.”

They kept walking, the silence between them feeling more relaxed now, more like… space shared instead of space filled. Then Paige’s face shifted into focus again, thumbs tapping at the screen with quick, practiced confidence.

“Alright,” she said. “When I tap your shoulder, just cough real dramatic. Like you been in bed all week.”

Azzi stared at her. “Excuse me?”

“Cough, Fudd. Trust the system.”

Azzi looked like she wanted to argue again, but then Paige raised the phone to her ear, posture suddenly very official.

“Hello, Hopkins attendance. How can I help you?” a woman’s voice answered.

Azzi’s eyes went wide. Paige shot her a side glance and gently grabbed her wrist to ground her.

“Uh, yes, hello!” Paige started in the most ridiculous fake British accent Azzi had ever heard. “This is Miss Fudd’s nurse, and I’m terribly afraid she’s come down with quite the nasty cold. Poor thing’s barely able to stand.”

Azzi nearly snorted, choking on a laugh she had to bury in her elbow.

“Oh no! I’m sorry to hear that,” the voice replied kindly. “Also, you have the most interesting accent—”

“Yes, yes, I get that all the time,” Paige interrupted smoothly, trying to hold her own laughter back. “But unfortunately, I must be going. Tea’s getting cold, and Miss Fudd needs rest. Take care now, love.” She hung up with a little flourish.

Azzi was staring at her, mouth open in a mix of horror and hysterics. “Did you just—was that a British accent?!”

“Oi, love, mind your tone,” Paige said, still in character for half a beat before she broke and started laughing.

She handed Azzi her phone back like it was nothing.

“Paige, you are—” Azzi laughed, “you’re an idiot.”

Paige shrugged. “A talented idiot.”

Azzi shook her head. “That was insane.”

“You’re off the hook now. You’re welcome.” Paige threw a lazy arm around Azzi’s shoulder for half a second before pulling back, like she didn’t even realize she did it.

Azzi blinked, cheeks warm. “You know you didn’t have to go that hard.”

“Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?” Paige said, eyes twinkling.

They kept walking, the pace slow and unbothered. For a moment, it felt like the rest of the world had pressed pause—no classes, no pressure, no teammates watching. Just the two of them, skipping school like it was their own private rebellion.

“You ever thought about… not doing this alone?” Azzi asked suddenly.

Paige looked at her. “What you mean?”

“Like,” Azzi tucked a curl behind her ear, “I know we don’t talk much. Or, like… at all. But I could help you. If school’s a lot, if you’re slipping—I could tutor you. I’m serious.”

Paige hesitated, her eyes lingering on Azzi’s face. “Yeah… maybe. I’d like that.”

Azzi smiled, quiet and genuine. “Cool.”

The air between them felt different now. Not heavy. Not awkward. Just... full of possibility.

Paige rubbed the back of her neck, then glanced at her. “When you wanna start?”

“Friday work for you?” Azzi asked, her voice soft. Smile breaking though.

Paige held her gaze a moment longer, then nodded.

“It’s a date.”

———————

Hope you guys enjoyed!! Remember to leave comments and anons!! Let me know how u like this, and thank you for reading! <333

[moonwoodhollow]

Berry's Oasis Springs Rebuild Project Pt.I (a work in progress) There's something I love about Oasis Springs and it's one of my favourite worlds to build in, even though its climate and architectural styles couldn't be further from home. I've worked on a "complete" Oasis Springs for quite some time and it's a project dear to my heart. First, I obviously want to finish rebuilding one world, which is something I've struggled with and never actually done before. With that being said, finishing Oasis Springs is pretty much the challenge I've set for myself this year. Second, building mcm houses has become one of my favourite pastimes in TS4, and it's one of those architectural styles I've come to love and be good at it.

So let's see how far I got in Oasis Springs until now - and what's still missing! (ramblings after the cut)

Disclaimer: This is not a save-file by any means! I'm not cut out for that, but (!) I've shared some shells before and will share some more in the future. Some of these builds are not originally by me - so they are - for obvious reasons - private.

When I started building in Oasis Springs, I did it without any intention of ever 'rebuilding' it and I used old blueprints of mcm houses to get a general idea of the layouts of the houses and the architectural characteristics. I had to compromise very often as the lots were too small or the proportions were off, but the blueprints have been a huge help for me to get into a groove with mcm builds!

I initially started out with cc builds, as I hoard cc and love to use it, but as I sometimes like to challenge myself (read: suffer) I recreate my builds without cc. Most of the early mcm-builds I shared on the gallery (ID: aeromantica) are also available as cc-versions, but as I never posted them "officially" on my blog as they precede its creation, there's no use in downloading them tbh, there's no cc list either and I'm not interested in creating one.

Let's begin with Bedrock Strait - the most complete neighbourhood, from which I shared 3 builds already. The above image was actually the inspiration behind Begonia Drive 509. Today (after a long break) I finally finished my latest build on the remaining 20x15 lot, which in turn started this whole "I need to write a detailed post about my Oasis Springs project"-thing lol.

And this is the build! A very simple yet elegant build, that some might recognise from my Literary Club post early this year:

So what's missing is the Trailer Park, although I'm not really sure whether it'll stay a trailer park. This was meant to be Johnny Zest's home and I already did the interior, but I might just add another mcm house, though I do like the idea that there's still one lot that isn't so 'polished' in between the mcm houses so I might just keep it. I'd have to add one or two additional trailers though.

Now, Parched Prospect is also almost finished - just one more build for me to build. I dislike the playground right next to that one lot immensely though!

I think the first build I built here was Wisteria Drive and then I just kept going and added the other 2 houses in a record time. The Spanish revival house in this neighbourhood that is also pictured in my header is not mine but is by @/alcearosea-sims. I think it's called Helena Drive... and it's meant for a bigger lot so I had to do some landscaping. For the last house in this neighbourhood I'm still indecisive - another mcm house or a Spanish revival house (which will be difficult on a 20x15 lot I think)?

So that's it for now - I'll be back with a 2nd part at some point to talk about the other builds in this world. I hope you enjoyed this little behind the scenes peak into this project!

[revelboo]

Your writing was a godsend when I was recovering from my surgery, and also now, after I got hit by a car. Thank you for having such regular updates, it's always nice to have something to look forward to, but don't burn yourself out on your million storylines and offshoots

I hope you’re doing well and your recovering is going good! Sorry about the late reply, I’d lost this one in the nightmare of my ask box. I’m trying to dig for older stuff I missed today. 🔞 mass displaced mech 🌶️

Bad Idea Pt 22

TFP Soundwave x Reader

• He’s back. Hesitating in the middle of brushing your hair sitting in the middle of your nest of pillows and blankets on Soundwave’s berth, you watch the Decepticon look around nervously. “Big bird’s with Soundwave, but tentacle daddy’s going to have a fit if he catches you in here again.” And the mech’s head tips. ‘Big bird? You mean the drone? Laserbeak?’ He asks and you sit up. That’s his name? Filing away that little tidbit, you resume brushing your hair. ‘Why do you call Soundwave ‘tentacle daddy?’’ He asks and your face flushes.

• “How’d it go with your person?” You quickly ask, not interested in discussing your sex life with this guy. “They like the gifts?” And he turns slightly. It takes you a second to notice the little red shapes on his glass. Huh. Window chalk? ‘I’ve been marked,’ he says, sounding so proud about it that you almost snort. They like that, then? Makes you wonder if Soundwave would.

• “Hey, look at you, Romeo. Way to go.” Smiling at him as you set the brush aside and shift to sit crosslegged, hands on your ankles. “So what’s going on?” And he just stares at you. “You needed something?” Amused when he suddenly can’t look at you. At all. ‘How did Soundwave,’ he begins and just falters into awkward silence. If you weren’t happily in love, you’d be all over this guy, because he’s adorable.

• “Just tell your person you like them. I’m pretty sure they like you, too, sweetie,” you say, head turning when the door opens and Soundwave bristles, tendrils flaring and writhing aggressively. And the Vehicon’s head drops submissively, staring at the floor. “Don’t thrash him, please. He’s in love,” you call out and Soundwave’s head turns your way, giving the other mech a chance to slip past him and escape.

• Venting in annoyance, he bends to lower his head for you when you hold out your arms. Feel you press your mouth against his visor. “You should send Lazerbeak to fetch me some lipstick,” you whisper as a tendril slides up the outside of your thigh and his head tilts. “Promise you’ll love it.” Feels the drone’s disgruntled annoyance as he undocks and flees the habsuite, picking up on his intentions to make him almost feel guilty. But his habsuite stinks of the other mech, even if he didn’t touch you, it’s bothering him.

• Warming as the claspers on the end of a tendril pluck at your covering, you back away, smiling mischievously as another tendril secures the door. “Something on your mind?” You tease, playing dumb. And he moves closer, pulling himself onto the berth with you and mass shifting. All of his tendrils snaking forward. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous of that adorable little mech?” Shrieking with laughter when he snares you in his tendrils, stripping you.

• Knows you’re only teasing trying to get a rise out of him, but he can’t help himself, visored face sliding against your body as he touches, stroking any skin he can reach. Lifting you in the tangle of his tendrils, back to his chest as he cages you with his frames and releases his spike. Sliding himself against you as you grow slick for him, breath catching and wiggling in his grip when he pulls you down on his aching spike.

• Moaning his name as he thrusts inside you, hips pumping when he sets an urgent rhythm. And he is riled up about the little guy talking to you, rutting inside you as you tremble. Feel his plating shift at your back right before you’re pulled under, body arching on a cry as you come apart. And he’s everywhere. Light and heat and warmth wrapping around you when he pours into you. Drowning you in him. Emotions and memories slipping into you as you tremble against him. Feeling his need, his love as he keeps moving against you, shuddering when he overloads, feeling him release inside you. But you’re seeing him, finding and adopting a young symbiote that’s been abandoned, its host unable to care for it. Feeling his worry over another mouth to feed. But he can’t leave them to slowly starve. Trembling as you feel a weapon bite into him, staggering and side slick with energon as his opponent lunges. Fighting in the matches to feed his small family. Risking himself for them. And grief so visceral you’re sobbing as it tears you open. Had known they admired him, looked up to him, but he’d never imagined they’d sneak off. Volunteer in a group match, wanting to make him proud. Not understanding the matches can be life or death. That their opponent wouldn’t stop. Finding out too late to save them.

• Sinking into you, hips rocking lazily, Soundwave tangles himself more firmly in you. Seeing all of you as he claims you. Asking for more, for everything. To bond you to him. And you reach for him without hesitating. Giving yourself to him completely and he’s overloading inside you again, cocooning you and holding you close as his head brushes against you. His little mate, finally his. Wrapping himself tighter around you, using the bond to tell you all the things he’s not been able to say out loud.

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[keirareidss]

Mean!reader shoves her fingers in Spencer’s mouth when she wants him to shut up when he’s rambling….. do what with that you will….. I need something of this

I'm obsessed. Literally, I love this. Thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy! (decided to make this a blurb because I'm working on bigger fics right now, but I did still really want to write this)

wc: 0.8k

You loved Spencer's rambling. Of course you did, it's part of what made you fall in love with him, His ability to be so passionate about what he's interested in. But sometimes, it was a tad bit much for you. Especially when you were trying to make a move on him.

"But, really, when you think about it, the 'it's all relative' aphorism is not that applicable especially in broader terms-" You kissed a long his neck as he spoke but he wasn't deterred. "The main issue lies in confusing 'relative', which is dependent on context or comparison, with 'subjective', which is based on perception or personal opinion. But while many experiences are subjective that doesn't mean they are relative-" You decided to try a different tactic, moving your kisses to his lips.

He hums against you and you know that means he has another thought brewing that he wants to tell you about. You pull his bottom lip in between your teeth, determined to prolong the kiss to avoid another ramble that will keep you from your seduction. But poor, poor, adorable Spencer doesn't realize that.

"There's actually another popular misconception that philosophy is directly related to-"

"Spencer..." You cut him off in a sultry voice, using two fingers to tilt his chin up. He looks into your eyes, his own going wide. You slide your two fingers up his jaw to his bottom lip, tracing it.

"I-"

"Shh, baby." You cut him off, pushing your fingers past his lips, his tongue finding them immediately out of instinct. "Don't speak." His mouth closed around your digits, sucking dutifully as he looked up at you with half lidded lust-filled eyes. You slowly pulled your spit-soaked fingers out of his mouth, a string a saliva following. You brought your hands down to his waistband, unzipping his pants. He swallowed, saying your name on a whimper.

"Please. Touch me."

"Good job, Spence. You're getting better at that." You'd been trying to teach him to tell you what he wants in a rather... unconventional way. And by that you mean edging him until he finally spits out the words. But it seems he's learned and for that, you'd reward him.

You pulled down his pants and boxers, his cock springing out. You instantly grasped him in your fist, stroking up and down and using his own spit as lube. He moans at the feeling, his hips jerking.

"I- I want- ngh, please..."

"Come on, use your words, genius, you were talking so much before." You teased and he whined.

"I want- I want your mouth." You grinned, leaning forward and slanting your lips over his, purposefully misunderstanding him.

"You want my mouth here?" You asked, barely pulling back from the kiss. He shook his head, breathing heavy.

"N-no."

"Where then?"

"I- I want it... I want your mouth on- on my cock." He stammers out. He blushed instantly at the vulgar terminology, squeezing his eyes shut. You chuckled, moving down his legs until you were able to bend down. You flicked your tongue out, licking at the head of his cock and he jolted.

"If you want me to suck you off, you're going to have to open your eyes, baby." You said and he huffed out a breath, forcing his eyes open to look down at you. He knew he wouldn't last long. he never did when you made him watch you but he hadn't realized that that's want you wanted. You had a bet with yourself to see how fast you could make him cum. Your best time was 56 seconds. But that's a story for another time.

Once his eyes were on you, you wrapped your lips around his length, slowly sinking down on it. He shuddered, letting out a long moan. No matter how many times you sucked him off, you never got used to the sounds he made. They were so needy and desperate, it made you wet just thinking about it.

You bobbed your head up and down, drawing said needy noises from the man above you, circling your ruthless tongue over his tip. You let your teeth graze his shaft as you moved your head down and then up again.

"Ah! Shit, I'm close, I'm gonna-" And then he was cumming down your throat, letting you swallow him up dutifully, spit dribbling down your chin. You sit up, wiping your mouth and grinning at the man twitching and panting before you. You check your watch.

"Damn it." 72 seconds. You'd have to try to beat your record another time. You brushed Spencer's hair back from his forehead, looking into his eyes.

"You're amazing." He murmured, entirely fucked out. You press a loving kiss to his lips.

"Thank you, baby. Now, let's put that mouth of yours to good use."

Taglist: @superbeaglewitch, @perfectgoopfishuniversity-blog, totallynotabuckybarnessimp, @dramioneforevertilltheend. @cynbx, @diminombre

[littlexdeaths]

𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 - 𝐚.𝐚.

𝐢𝐢. 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞

abby anderson x plus size reader

part one | masterlist

word count: 2.2k

warnings: 18+ only, gay pining ofc, brief mention of overeating, light smut, some cheesy goodness, a literal wet dream, manny and nora are a meddling duo we hate love to see coming

a/n: i just want to say thank you so much for all the love on the first part of this fic! genuinely wasn’t sure on the kind of reception it would receive. also a huge thank you to my bestie @undead-supernova for beta reading and helping me edit. i do plan on making this a into little series, so i hope you all enjoy xx.

“Late again,” Nora says in a sing-song-like tone as you burst through the flaps of the medical tent. 

There’d been a lull in patients since this morning and thankfully it’s still just the two of you. Nora has seen you in worse shape than this since you became roommates over a year ago, so it’s not nearly as embarrassing when you hunch over, bracing your hands on your knees to steady your ragged breathing. 

“Jesus, did you sprint all the way here?” she asks, tone bordering on playful concern. 

“Y-Yeah, just…need a minute. I’m fine,” you wheeze, giving her a thumbs up. 

She just shakes her head with a fond grin but continues to sterilize her tools while you take a seat on one of the empty cots and allow your breathing to return to normal. 

“So, ya gonna tell me why you came sprinting in here like a bat out of hell?” she eventually asks once you’ve calmed down, a knowing look on her face.

You simply shrug, unable to meet her gaze as you return to your feet. 

“Just realized how late I was,” you lie, continuing across the tent. “Didn’t want to leave you stranded.”

You cringe inwardly when your voice raises an octave, something she clearly catches. 

“Uh, huh, okay,” she snorts, unconvinced. “If you say so…”

She thankfully drops the subject for now, but knowing Nora, she wouldn’t give up so easily. You just hope you can come up with a better explanation by the time your shift ends. The last thing you want to do is own up to your own cowardice. So you try to keep yourself busy by organizing the supply shelf, compiling a list of items that are getting low. 

The both of you settle into a comfortable silence as you work, but that calm doesn’t last for long—it never seems to. 

Another group of recruits comes stumbling in from their first patrol, and the chaos of the morning resumes. You're just thankful she doesn’t have the chance to bring up your flustered state the rest of your shift. You’re exhausted by the time Mel comes to relieve you a few hours later, giving you stern orders to go eat something and get some well deserved rest. 

But you inevitably find your way to the library, wanting to bury your nose in a book after the day you just had. It definitely wasn’t an excuse to avoid your friends that were enjoying dinner in the mess hall.

The library is practically empty when you arrive, which is unsurprising. Majority of the soldiers in the WLF don’t seem to have much of an interest in literature, even if it would do them some good. You begin to wander the makeshift stacks in a daze, your fingers lightly trailing over the worn spines. The aroma of frayed paper and oak welcoming you back like an old friend. 

While you weren’t always able to find comfort in food, you still had books. You’d willingly lose yourself in tales of romance and make believe for hours, anything to make the horrors of your day to day reality a little less daunting. So you peruse the aisles with intent, pulling book after book off the shelves. But nothing seems to capture your interest like you’d hoped. 

You’d skimmed through the pages of multiple books, but knew you didn't have the mental wherewithal to endure a story about cancer ridden teenagers falling in love or a woman faking her own disappearance to get back at her shitty, cheating husband. You didn’t need any more tragedy plaguing your thoughts. 

You’re about ready to abandon your search altogether, feelings of frustration beginning to bubble up inside you when you pass one of the many reading nooks. There’s a thick novel that’s been left behind discarded on one of the chairs but it’s the picture on the cover that stops you in your tracks, causing a warm flush to creep up the back of your neck. 

You’d seen books like these over the years during patrols, spicy novellas as Manny had so lovingly referred to them—but you’d never taken an interest in one before. 

A couple is sprawled out on a deserted beach, their bodies entangled in a passionate embrace while the raging sea continues to crash around them. The woman is devastatingly pretty, a sheer nightgown clinging to her unmistakably curvy figure. Her head is thrown back, a look of complete bliss ingrained on her soft features. But it’s the male that you are unable to tear your gaze away from. 

His face is obscured, buried completely in the woman’s bosom as he ravishes her. His dark blonde hair is long and luscious, cascading over his broad shoulders. And his body, while toned in all the right places, has a feminine quality to it that makes your breath catch. 

Why does he remind you of her? 

But before you can decide to overthink it, you quickly snatch the novel off the table, keeping it tucked securely under your arm as you rush back to your room. Nora is miraculously absent when you slip inside your shared space, but you’re grateful for the solitude as you speed through your bedtime routine. 

You feel so much more relaxed after washing your face and brushing your teeth, slipping on an oversized t-shirt before crawling into bed. You pull the covers up and over your bare legs, clicking on your bedside lamp before rolling onto your stomach and flipping open the book. 

The premise is…incredibly cheesy to say the least, a damsel being taken aboard an enemy vessel and held captive while out at sea. And yet somehow it’s still entertaining enough to hold your interest. But once you are introduced to the captain of the ship (and the eventual love interest) you almost toss the book aside, because of course his name is Gabriel… 

The universe has to be playing some cruel joke on you. 

You don’t remember exactly when you dozed off, the worn romance novel left dangling between your nimble fingers.

But you awake to a pair of strong hands grazing over the dip in your hips, the sound of waves crashing around you. You can taste the salt in the air when your lips part, a soft sigh tumbling from them. 

A gentle drawl of your name has your eyes fluttering open and the sight before you sets your pulse racing. 

Abby, always Abby. 

She’s breathtaking. Her blonde hair is down, cascading over her shoulders in soft waves as she hovers above you. Her freckled cheeks are flushed from the harsh wind, her look of initial concern melting away when your lips curve up into a warm smile. 

“There she is,” she murmurs, her calloused fingers cradling your jaw. “Thought I lost you for a minute there, pretty girl.” 

Blurry images of the sea overtake you, water filling your mouth and lungs before a pair of strong hands pull you out of the treacherous waters and onto the sandy shore where she breathed life back into your lungs. 

A biting gust of wind has a small shiver wracking through your body, your nightgown entirely soaked through. The thin material clings to each dip of your curves, leaving very little to the imagination. But she isn’t faring much better as the waves continue to crash against the shore, washing up and drenching your entangled bodies. 

Salty mist clings to your lashes, a few droplets wetting your lips when she leans closer but the warmth of her breath stops them from trembling. Another forceful wave has her hips rocking forward, pulling a needy moan from your throat. 

“Touch me,” you breathe. 

And the dam breaks. 

Her lips are soft but urgent when they collide with yours, kissing you with a kind of desperation that makes you dizzy. Your hands slip around her waist, swallowing her throaty moans when you nip at her lower lip. You only pull away when your lungs are begging for oxygen, but her mouth never leaves your skin. They trail along your jaw and down your throat, sucking on a spot behind your ear that has your toes curling in the sand. 

“Abby, please,” you plead when her fingers dip between your parted thighs, the blonde hushing you with another firm kiss. 

Her fingers slide easily through your slick folds, the pad of her fingers barely brushing over your clit before they continue their descent. She curses softly when she feels the full extent of your desire, gathering more of your wetness on her fingers. Your hands slide up her back, nails digging into the broad expanse of her shoulders when she slowly guides one of her thick digits inside—

A loud knock on your door startles you awake, your body jolting upright in bed. Your body is flushed, chest heaving as you try to come back down to reality. The red light from your alarm clock blinks, reading 4:45 am, and you let out a frustrated groan before collapsing back against your mattress. You weren’t supposed to be back at the medical bay until much later in the afternoon, so someone must have been dead or dying if they were pulling you this early. 

The throbbing ache between your thighs continues to mock you as you glare up at the crack in your ceiling, and you honestly want to throttle whoever is on the other side of the door. They couldn’t have given you fifteen more minutes? 

Another knock sounds again, but this time they’ve grown more impatient as they bang their entire fist against the solid wood. 

“Okay, I’m coming!” you shout, unable to stop your annoyance from bubbling to the surface. 

Well, you certainly would have by now… 

You slide the blankets off your bare thighs, swinging your legs over the side of the mattress. You hiss when your feet touch the cold tile, blindly searching for your bunny slippers that you keep tucked under your bed. But you end up finding that cheesy romance novel first, the cover an almost carbon copy of your dream. 

There she is… thought I lost you for a minute there, pretty girl. 

You unintentionally press your thighs together, further damping the fabric between them. But you quickly shove the book under your pillow before you allow your mind to wander again, reaching back under to find your slippers. Your arms stretch above your head as you stand, rubbing the remaining sleep from your eyes while you pad over to the door. 

You pull it open without a second thought, not exactly caring about your disheveled appearance until you see who is waiting for you on the other side of the door…

and your heart just about falls into your ass. 

Abby is casually leaning against your door jam, her eyes immediately dropping to skim over the bare skin of your thighs before they flick back up to meet your startled expression. Her hair is still damp but pulled back into her signature neat braid. She looks so effortlessly gorgeous it’s really unfair. She’s wearing her normal patrol clothes, a gun strapped to her upper thigh and her pack draped across her back. 

“Nice slippers,” she remarks and you suddenly wish the stadium would crumple apart and swallow you whole. 

It’s then that you finally notice Manny, who is also in patrol attire, leaning against the wall on the other side of the hall. He lets out a low wolf whistle, raising his brows in a suggestive manner as you try to tug your sleep shirt a little further down your thighs. 

“Ay dios mío, princesa, gonna give a guy a heart palpitations lookin’ like that.” 

You scoff softly, rolling your eyes before tucking your legs safely behind your door. Abby looks between you both for a moment, a deep frown settling onto her features when she crosses her arms over her chest. 

“How long will it take you to get ready?” she asks, her tone strictly business. 

But it still makes your stomach flutter. 

“Ready for…” you trail off, your confusion evident. 

Abby sighs. “So Nora didn’t tell you.” 

“Tell me what?” 

“We’re doing a supply run today, outside the city. She told Manny you were switching with her, because Issac wants her at the hospital for the next couple of days,” she explains. 

You immediately notice the smug expression on Manny’s face, now understanding the reason for Nora’s unexplained absence after work. Oh, you were going to kill them both. 

“She absolutely neglected to mention that,” you mutter, trying to keep the full irritation out of your voice. “Just…give me, like, 20 minutes and I’ll be ready.”

Abby nods, shrugging away from the wall and you can’t help but notice how her muscles flex beneath her shirt. Heat pools in your middle, teeth sinking into your lower lip as your traitorous thoughts begin to wander back to your dream…

And how her muscles felt when they tensed under your fingertips, her warm breath lingering against your neck, and her fingers, oh god, her fingers, when they slid in between the plush skin of your thighs…

“We’ll meet you down at the mess hall, chica,” Manny’s voice instantly snaps you back to reality, the male shooting you a playful wink before he guides them down the hallway. “Grab ya something on the way.” 

You don’t have a chance to answer before they turn the corner, Abby sparing you one last glance over her shoulder. You practically slam the door shut in a panic once they’ve disappeared from view, your body collapsing back against it. 

You are so, totally fucked. 

⇢ part three.

[lightsoutmatthews]

I am so happy I found your blog! Your writing is so addictive. Can you do a story with Willy where him and reader get into their first big fight and she ends up crying in front of him for the first time? Willy feels so bad and becomes a big softy :)

Oh god, the length of this got so out of hand. I binge watched almost the entire third season of "Welcome to Wrexham" while writing that´s how long it took to bring all my thoughts to life. The creative juices have been flowing last night.

And thank you SO much for the compliments, I´m so so happy people enjoy my writing 🙏🏼

I just want to feel like you care – William Nylander

You weren’t even sure how it started. The tension had been building for a while, you just never realized until it actually exploded.

William had been away on a road trip, you had been stuck working late almost every night, a somewhere along the line your texts to each other had started to shrink from full conversations to a few tired words here and there.

The day he returned he came through the door a little after 9 pm, dropped his bad by the wall next to the door and mumbled a “hey” as he walked straight to the kitchen, grabbing himself a glass of water. No hug. No kiss. Not even a smile like he was happy to see you.

You watched him from the couch, your heart dropping at the lack of acknowledgement. You hadn’t expected fireworks or anything, but something more than a “hey”. A sign that he had missed you as much as you had missed him.

After considering your options for a second you stood and followed him into the kitchen, arms crossed.

“Hey,” you said, voice hesitant. “How was the trip?”

“Long,” he replied. “Glad it´s over.”

You nodded slowly “I missed you.”

He gave you a tried half-smile in return, leaning against the counter. “Yeah. Same.”

And that was that.

You wanted, hoping he would say something else. Ask about your week. Notice how drained you looked but instead, he pushed away from the counter and walked back to the living room, grabbing the remote as he sat on the couch.

That was when something in you snapped.

“That’s it?” you asked, following him again. “You´ve been gone for over a week and all I get is a “hey” and a “yeah, same”?”

William blinked, clearly caught off guard by your sudden outburst. “I´m tired, babe. Can we not do this right now?”

“Do what exactly?” you shot, sharper than intended. “Have a normal conversation? Be excited to see each other?”

“I am happy to see you, but I just got home, like, ten minutes ago. Can I sit down for five seconds?” he argued, voice tired, like he didn’t want to deal with this right now.

“No. You had a week full of minutes, William. I´ve barely heard from you. You couldn’t even send a full sentence in a text.”

Now he glared at you. “Why are you coming at me like this?”

“I´m not coming at you,” you underlined the words with air quotes. “I´m trying to connect with you because I missed you and you act like I´m a burden for just talking.”  

He rubbed his eyes, a heavy sigh leaving his mouth. “Don’t twist it. You know what I mean.”

“No, I really don’t because from where I´m standing, you walked in here, barely looked at me, and now I´m somehow the bad guy for wanting more than a grunt and a “same” from my boyfriend after he didn’t see me for a week,” you elaborated, trying to not get your voice to rise, but you were failing miserably.

“I didn’t say you were the bad guy. I said I´m tired. Can that be enough for once?” he grunted.

You stared at him, heart pounding, blood rushing in your ears. You tried to stay calm, have a leveled discussion about this, but his lack of interest in talking about this and lack of understanding your point was getting to you. “Do you even want to be here?”

His head snapped up and back towards you. “What kind of question is that?”

“A serious one,” you shot back. “Because I feel like I´m the only one trying half the time. I call, you´re busy, not even telling me what exactly you´re busy with. I text and you give one-word answers hours later. Now, you come home and act like I´m part of the furniture.”

He stood up, shaking his head but facing you head on. “I said I was tired. I´m doing my best.”

“Your best? This is your best?” you scoffed.

“I´ve been on the road, sleeping four hours a night back-to-backs, and now I come home, and you jump down my throat.”

“Excuse me?” you gasped.

“It´s always the same stuff.” he said, gesturing vaguely. “You always push, always pick at stuff until it blows up. I can´t even walk in the door without being interrogated.”

You blinked, stunned trying to process what he was saying. “Interrogated?” you paused for a second before speaking again. “I asked how your trip was.”

“It´s the way you ask,” his voice slightly raised. “Like you are just waiting for me to mess up.”

Your eyes widened. “I´m not waiting for you to mess up, William. I´m waiting for you to show me that you give a shit about this relationship.” You swallowed hard, trying to suppress the emotions that were making their way up your body. Trying to blink the tears that were picking at the corner of your eyes away.

“Of course I give a shit,” he snapped. “Why would I be here if I didn’t?”

“I don’t know, honestly,” you argued back, crossing your arms like you could use them as armor against his words. “Because lately it feels like I´m holding this together with duct tape and hope.”

He let out a short, bitter laugh. “Oh, come on. Don’t be dramatic.”

And that was the moment. You blinked once, then again a second later.

You felt your throat tighten, heat behind your eyes. You turned away so he would see, but the tears pushed forward too fast.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to compose yourself, trying to push it down, but your voice cracked when you spoke. “Don’t call me that.”

Before he could answer you were already walking again, past him, down the hall to the bedroom.

“Wait, babe, please,” he rushed out, following behind.

“Don’t” you said without looking at him. “Don’t follow me right now.”

But he did. He reached the bedroom doorway just as you stood by the dresser, breathing hard, you back to him.

He froze. “Wait… are you crying?”

You kept your back to him, whipping at your face. “Yeah, I guess congratulations are in order. You´ve never seen that before.”  

The sound of your voice, quiet and shaky, seemed to break something in him. He stepped forward, but you moved away. “Hey, please look at me.”

“Don’t,” you mumbled. “Don’t act surprise and don’t come over here and act like you didn’t just dismiss everything I said.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you didn’t miss how his voice was much softer now. “I wasn’t thinking. I swear to God, I was just pissed, and I-?”

You turned around, eyes red, still whipping at them to not make him see the worst of it. “I´ve never cried in front of you before, because you never gave me a reason to. Do you know that? I´ve been upset, year, frustrated too, but this? This is new. And it is because of you. You made me feel small,” you said, still not turning around. “You made me feel like I was annoying for giving a damn about us.”

Now you turned to face him. Your eyes were red, your voice think. Williams face fell. “I didn’t realize how much I was hurting you,” he argued but you just shook your head.

“That’s the problem, William. You didn’t realize, because you haven’t been paying attention. I hate crying in front of people.” You mumbled. “I hate it and I especially hate that it is because of you.”

His shoulders dropped like he had taken a punch to the gut. “I know. I know, and I am sorry. I – shit – I wasn’t thinking. You didn’t deserve that, not even a little bit.”

You shook your head. “You don’t get it. I don’t want some grand apology. I wanted you to walk through the door and see me. To act like I´m your person and not an obligation to deal with after a long road trip.”

He stepped forward again, slower this time. “I see you now,” he uttered quietly. “And I hate that I didn’t earlier. I hate that I made you feel like this. I´ve been in my own head, stressed, tired, distracted with the season, but none of that excuses making you feel like you don’t matter to me, because you do. You matter so much to me.”  

You said nothing, arms hanging limp at your sides now. Sleeves of his hoodie you were wearing wet from you whipping your tears away. “Then why does it always feel like I have to fight to matter?”

His brows furrowed. “You don’t. You shouldn’t have to, I´ve just been selfish. I get home and I shut down, and you end up carrying the weight for both of us.”

You nodded slowly. “I´m not sustainable, William. I can´t always be the one who tries.”

He looked down at the floor, then back to you. “You said it feels like you´re holding this together by yourself and I believe you. And I am sorry for making you feel alone in something that’s supposed to be both of us.”

You exhaled, finally letting your shoulders relax a little.

“I´m not asking for everything to be prefect,” you mumbled. “I just want to feel like you´re with me. Like I´m not reaching out into nothing every time I try.”

He closed the gap completely now and gently took your hand. “You´re not reaching into nothing. I´ve been here, but I know I haven’t been here. And that’s on me.”

Not knowing what to say you looked down at your joined hands. His thumb rubbed slow circles against you, calming you in a way it probably shouldn’t after what just happened.

“I hate that I made you cry,” he said, now his voice cracking just the tiniest bit. “That´s going to stick with me. I don’t want to be that guy. The one that takes you for granted. You deserve someone who shows up. Someone who listens and I want to be that person. I just… I need to do better, and I will.”

You still didn’t know what to say, but your silence was softer now. He gently pulled you into a hug, and this time you let him. You melted into his chest, and he held you like he didn’t want to let go, like he needed the contract just as much as you did.

“I´m sorry and I love you,” he whispered. “Even when I don’t act like the way I should. I love you, and I´m going to do better.” He took a short pause, taking in a deep breath, you head lifting on his chest as he did so. “You´re not dramatic, you´re just asking for the love you deserve.”

You sniffed, his words hitting you harder than you expected, because that was exactly what you wanted. “I didn’t want this to turn into a whole thing. I just wanted you to look at me like you missed me as much as I missed you.”

He kissed your temple. “I did miss you, so much, sleeping alone in hotel rooms instead of next to you is painful. I´m sorry I didn’t show it. I turned it into a fight because I couldn’t handle how right you were.”

You stood like that for a while, holding each other in the quiet of the living room. No yelling. No bitterness left. Just two people trying to meet in the middle again because at this point you believed that you could.

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The next morning you woke up to the smell of toast. You sat up groggily, rubbing your eyes. William wasn’t in bed, but you heard quiet clattering from the kitchen.

A few minutes later, he walked in with a tray. Scrambled eggs, toast, strawberries, and a sticky note that read: I see you, and I love you and I´m sorry. In his scrambly handwriting.

You looked up at him, surprised.

“I know it´s not much,” he opened, placing the tray on the bed next to you carefully. “But I wanted to start today differently.”

You stared at the note, not really knowing what to say. A lump rose in your throat again, but this time it wasn’t painful.

He slid back into bed beside you, careful to not make the tray tip, tucking the blanket around your legs.

“I know I can´t erase last night,” he said softly. “But I want to start showing you that I´m here. That I want to be here and that I won´t let the stress of the season get in here. I want to be better, for real this time.”

You nodded, reaching for his hand. “Like I said last night, I don’t expect you to be perfect. I just want to feel like you care.”

“I do,” he immediately answered. “More than anything.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder, letting out a breath. He placed a kiss to the top of your head.

This didn’t fix everything, but it was a start and you hoped the two of you could build on it.

[incloudcity]

take a shot | qh43

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summary: quinn tries to make a lasting first impression on you, someone who doesn't seem interested at all

It wasn’t the first time Quinn had seen you, but it was the first time he noticed you.

At first, he’d been too caught up in his own world to even register you. He was a hockey player—used to crowds, used to people who’d smile at him because of his jersey, because of his fame. But when he walked into the coffee shop that day, his gaze brushed past all the familiar faces and landed on yours. You were sitting in the back corner, fingers lightly curled around a cup, your eyes staring at something just out of reach, lost in thought.

You looked completely unaware of your surroundings—like you existed in a world that wasn’t touched by his spotlight, or anyone else’s for that matter.

It wasn’t that Quinn wasn’t used to people ignoring him. In fact, he kind of liked it sometimes. But there was something about the way you seemed so effortlessly untouchable that made him want to change that. He’d heard it all before—girls throwing themselves at him, hoping for a chance at a piece of the fame, the money, the lifestyle. But you? You didn’t seem to care about any of it. And that made him curious.

Over the next few weeks, Quinn found himself coming to that same café more often, hoping to catch a glimpse of you again. He’d tell himself it was just because the coffee was good, but deep down, he knew he was hoping for more. There was a subtle magnetism in the way you carried yourself, the way you avoided eye contact, like you weren’t interested in being seen.

And maybe that’s why Quinn couldn’t stop trying.

It was a Tuesday afternoon when he finally worked up the courage to sit down at your table. The usual buzz of the café was louder than usual, but there was something oddly quiet between the two of you as Quinn slid into the chair across from you without asking first.

You didn’t look up immediately, which gave him a moment to wonder if he should even be here. But then you did, and Quinn felt his heart skip just slightly.

“You’re Quinn Hughes, right?” you said, almost like it was an afterthought, your voice cool but not unkind.

Quinn gave a quick nod. “Yeah, that’s me.” His voice sounded a little too eager, but he couldn’t help it. “Do you mind if I sit here? It’s kind of crowded today.”

There was a pause. Your eyes flicked from his face to the empty seats around the café, and then back to him. “I mean, there are other seats,” you said, but it wasn’t a dismissal. It wasn’t an invitation, either. You were giving him space to decide if this was worth it.

He took a deep breath. “I’m not trying to bother you. I just—” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ve seen you around here a few times, and I—” He paused again, realizing how weird this must all sound. “I just thought maybe we could talk. If you’re open to it.”

You didn’t respond right away. Instead, you shifted your weight, tapping your pen against the edge of your notebook, your expression guarded. “I’m not sure what we’d talk about,” you said, the words coming out blunt. But Quinn could see the curiosity in your eyes—just the faintest spark, like you weren’t quite ready to shut him down.

“Well, I don’t know,” he shrugged, trying to keep the mood light, though he wasn’t sure he was succeeding. “I guess we could start with something simple. Like, what brings you here every day?”

You exhaled, a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, and then you met his eyes again. “I come here to work. Or to not work. Mostly to avoid other people. And you?”

Quinn chuckled, a dry sound that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Same, I guess. I come here to escape all the… stuff. The people, the expectations. The constant noise.”

You raised an eyebrow, sensing something deeper beneath his words. “Sounds like you’re running from something.”

His lips pressed together. The smile faltered. “I guess I am,” he said quietly. “I’ve been running from a lot of things lately.”

You studied him for a moment, like you were seeing through the polished exterior. Maybe it was because you weren’t the typical fan who thought he had it all together. Maybe it was because you didn’t care about the things most people thought were important. But Quinn felt like, for the first time in a long while, you saw him—not the jersey, not the number, not the fame.

He wasn’t used to that. And it was both freeing and terrifying at the same time.

“I’m not interested in dating a hockey player,” you said, the words quiet but firm. “I’m sure you’ve heard that before.”

Quinn’s stomach dropped. Of course, he had. The whole “athlete thing” was never an easy conversation. But there was something different about the way you said it—not dismissive, but resigned. It was as if you had your reasons. Real reasons.

“I’ve heard it,” he admitted. “But… I don’t know. I guess I’m just asking for a chance to not be one of those guys you’ve heard about.”

You stared at him, your fingers still tapping the side of your mug. There was a moment of silence, where Quinn was sure you were going to tell him to leave. But then you said something he didn’t expect.

“What makes you think I’m even open to that? I’ve seen enough of how this whole world works, Quinn. I’m not interested in being just another name in your phone or your calendar. I’ve seen how athletes treat people like… disposable, you know?”

It was the most honest thing anyone had said to him in a while, and Quinn found himself leaning in slightly, his voice softening. “I get it. I do. I’m not asking for a fairy tale or a perfect story. I’m just asking for a real one. Just two people. No distractions. No expectations.”

You looked at him, the wall in your eyes still there, but not as high. Not as thick. “I’m not easy to convince.”

Quinn smiled, a quiet, self-aware smile. “I’m not easy to give up on.”

The silence stretched between you two again, but this time, it felt different. Less tense. Like maybe, just maybe, you’d give him a shot.

Not as a hockey player. Not as a celebrity. But as just a guy who wanted to prove he wasn’t like the others.

And for the first time, you were actually willing to see if he could.

[cryptid-killjoy]

"You better." Mazzie got her last hug and then it was all business, "And he better." She laughed entrusting the whole operation to Ells. That last hand squeeze was as sentimental as they could get. Time was ticking and Maz didn't trust time.

When hot, ginger, bossy-pants came out barking orders Bebop had no clue how to drive a boat, but he said, "Fuck yeah I can. Count on me."

His chest puffed up as if he were a lifelong mariner the second it he thought they might be able to get off this island.

Babyface followed the conversation one person at a time with the assumption that if Bebop and Ellie were leaving that they were all leaving, so he stood up readying himself even though he and Bebop just went through a whole conversation about how to handle life on the island while the girls were in the other room.

Then Jax grinned bumbling out a list of snack foods. "You mean I can really have Snickers, and Cheetos, and Pork Rinds, and Red Hots, cheese fries again? No messing? Oh, I'll write it down." A few hee-haw sounds got mixed in his laughter he was so excited as he scrambled for pen and paper.

Then there was Babyface. He got slammed with the biggest kiss Ellie might have ever given him. He came off it half smirking ready to give a braggart's grin to Bebop when he heard the 'I'll be back' and that smirk fell in combination with the speed it sunk in. Ellie was leaving without him.

Bebop too.

His eyes went to his newly reunited and long-lost brother. Then they went to Ellie and over to Mazzie. She'd caught up and was standing close by. This huge pang that was as painful as it was physical balled up into a hot heat in his chest and his throat. He held strong against most of his instincts to resist this. He nodded at Ellie and didn't even ask for details. It was clear she'd made up her mind. Whatever happened between Mazzie and Ellie in the other room was something he wasn't going to fight.

He nodded at Ellie his 'Okay' like a blessing, but his face only wore an it is what it is composure. All he knew was he made up his own mind when he stepped foot on the island, he'd do what it took for Mazzie this round, not his own self interests. It was why he said his peace before jumping off the boat. It just felt different saying it than actually doing it.

“No matter what happens… just know… I always wanted to live up to your nightmare and make it come true.”

She said she'd be back. Maybe he wasn't convinced. Maybe it was the thought that considering the lengths it took to get into Feral he wondered how long it would take to do it again. The heaviness of those thoughts was already digging in and taking a toll. He started to feel like he was in his own nightmare, the one he always hoped wouldn't come true. In his dreams this was only a fun sleep to wake from when Ellie was also by his side. Otherwise, it always seemed much darker. But here they were.

He held by his decision and a wall started to build from the inside out.

"Guess I'll see ya when I see ya."

It was all he could think to say. He was too focused on not getting emotional and Babyface was a professional at not letting much out but anger.

"Yeah, that's gonna be fucking never here again." Bebop laughed answering even though Babyface hadn't directly addressed him. He was already hop-walking backwards towards the exit. "I'm outta here." He was all smiles, but one might think Bebop would know better after watching the island turn on his family members that were trapped there. Not all of them were zombie attacks. He knew what this island could do.

As soon as he started acting like that Mazzie rushed Ellie. "Go. Just go. Get him out." Ellie could explain the plan to Bebop later. Mazzie didn't want him to ruin this whole thing.

Mazzie looked up at the sky and noticed a lack of island boy noise, and the carnival rides were slowing.

"Go. Run!"

Bebop took off running and laughing like a lunatic, a true Beagle Boy living in the high of getting away with something. He didn't look back once at his brother.

His hand started to lift to wave bye, but it never actually waved. He ended up only jutting that chin with his underbite at Bebop's back. He'd look at Ellie too, still as could be, but he was soaking in every detail he could from her last expression, her style, her choice of weapon, her hair. She'd been his only constant for so long. He had no idea this was going to hurt so much even if it was temporary. The unknown made it worse.

Bebop saw the gates and hurdled over the turnstiles. He wove between the line poles, and he took a parkour style leap at the gate so used to running away and escaping. He didn't even bother to check and see if the gate was actually locked. He shimmied to the top and fell to the other side with a roll also quite practiced at falling and landing.

Still not safe on the expanse of the beach he kept going.

That's when he felt the strange protrusion hurting from behind. He felt it when he landed and rolled. He knew not to look back during an escape, but he had to. Something wasn't right.

That's when he saw the donkey tail sticking out of the top of his baggie dirty pants.

"Oh shit."

His scoured the shoreline for where the boat was docked.

"Nuh uh. I ain't going down like that."

He was all tunnel vision from there. Boat. Boat. Just make it to the boat.

He wasn't thinking about if Ellie could make it out of the gate or how far she was behind. She could have been right beside him, and he wouldn't have noticed he was so on his bee line. He was in true Beagle Boy escape mode. Every man for himself.

He'd make it to the boat and then was the wild scramble for how to start this son of gun because again, he had no idea what he was doing. At least he could drive a car. He could figure this damn thing out.

“No, not a stupid idea at all,” Ellie was thinking. She was making up a checklist in her head to make it easier. To make it seem less overwhelming.

Get off of the island.

Talk to Frank and Delta as soon as possible.

Talk to Dark Arts because they might just be needing his luxurious tour van to transport naughty little boys.

Come up with a way to grab said naughty little boys, which is probably going to be easier said than done, unless they use drugs. Or maybe Ellie could just freeze them, basically make them statues and easy to transport?

Save the island.

Help her friends.

Oh, right. BeBop.

Find a place for BeBop because he felt like her responsibility if she was getting him off of the island.

“You’re right,” She agreed. She was never the clock girl, that was Piper, but she could feel each and every tick of the second hand as it came in closer. She squeezed Mazzie’s hands, intertwining their fingers together for just a moment. “I will be back. I promise. And I’ll put BeBop’s ass to work,” She smirked, as if it was going to be such an easy thing. They might clash, but Ellie believed that BeBop would come around and do the right thing for the family that he had left.

She gave Mazzie’s hands one last squeeze before she would go back to say goodbye to everyone. She went into Miss Bossy-Pants, Hot-Tempered Ginger mode. “BeBop, pack up whatever you have, and I hope you can drive a damn boat,” She said pointedly to the older boy. “Jax, hurry up and make a list of snacks you want from the mainland that I can bring back to you because I know you probably miss something.” And then to the last one, her Babyface, she went and gave him the same kind of big tackle hug that she had given Jax when she had seen him for the first time again.

Full on, big squeeze, movie kiss on the lips.

“I’ll be back,” She promised him, after pulling back. and looking at his face. Memorizing it, just in case. She didn’t know how long it would take for her to get this done and make the first shipment. And then she said it again in Terminator-tone, like she had when she had left the juvie after visiting him on Family Day. “I’ll be back.”

[endofradio]

BLACK VELVET BAND

this is just another quick little short draft of remmick being a pining little shit for salma. writing’s below the cut. i promise i’ll write something longer for them eventually 😭😭😭 (will probably be when they finally fuck. i’ve got a lot of plans for that)

remmick’s desperate as hell man he’s gonna do anything in his power to get salma’s attention 😭

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ALSO!!! you can read this on ao3

Since that night she'd reluctantly let Remmick inside her home, Salma had seen more of him than she thought she would. The next night after he'd left and returned to wherever he lived, she'd encountered him again while going for a walk outside in the dark. To her surprise, he'd looked all healed and healthy, not a single wound on his body and his previously-swollen eye no longer forced shut. He'd been wearing his new clothes, too. He seemed to like them.

Salma had not been expecting to see the man again, yet here he'd been standing there. A wide grin tugged at his lips when he caught sight of her, and he immediately walked over in her direction.

"Well, I'll be damned!" He'd exclaimed with a chuckle. "Here we are, crossin' paths again."

"Small world, ain't it?" Salma smiled, but just a tiny, barely-recognizable smile. "Don't get too comfortable. I still barely know you."

"That can be changed, though, can't it?" Remmick asked, still grinning. "I don't bite. We might as well get to know each other, since I take it this ain't the last time I'm seein' ya again."

And he wasn't wrong. It seemed like every time Salma went for a walk late at night, Remmick was there too. She couldn't just ignore him. He noticed her every time she was outside at night. So, she felt like she had no choice but to talk to him. She didn't really see any harm in it after feeling him out for their past couple of late-night encounters and concluding that he seemed to be nice enough, just a little awkward and peculiar.

What Salma did find interesting, though, was the fact that she only saw Remmick during the night, never during the day, afternoon, or evening. That on top of his fairly gruesome injuries from earlier healing completely just within the span of a day and his apparently extreme sunlight sensitivity made her more intrigued by him, because in all seriousness, it was pretty fucking weird. Seriously, how the hell was that even possible?

I guess he's just some… freak of nature.

Her mama and grandparents were well-versed in all things strange and unexplainable. Maybe one day she'd talk to them and they'd have an answer.

When they'd talk, Salma and Remmick talked about all sorts of things, like music, family, frustrations with the current state of the world, things like that. Music, family… those topics seemed to pop up the most. Both of them shared a love for music and family connections. Remmick had told her that for the past few years, he'd been on a mission to find his lost family. He'd told Salma that they'd been gone for a while, and he had no clue about their whereabouts. She could only hope that one day, he'd be able to find them again.

One night, Remmick and Salma crossed paths once more, but rather than them bumping into each other while going for a walk, Remmick came to her, just like the first time they met. And just like that first time, her family was asleep, having just gone to bed.

Except, when she opened the door, he wasn't injured and begging for help. Instead, he stood there with a banjo slung over his shoulder, an awkward smile on his face.

Salma briefly adjusted the bandana covering her hair before crossing her arms, staring at Remmick with a raised brow. "Well, what's this?" She asked, pretending to be uninterested when in reality, she was curious.

"You… you said you love music, right?" He asked, awkwardly shifting as he stood there. "Well, there's a song I like quite a bit, and I think you'd might like it, too. Actually, it reminds me of you, in a way. Would ya… like to hear it?"

Salma shrugged. "Sure, I guess. It better be a good song, or you've just wasted my time."

"I promise it'll be worthwhile, ma'am."

"You know, you can stop calling me that. Makes me feel a bit… old, for some reason."

"Well, I don't know your name. It's a bit funny, knowin' each other for a few days and ya know my name, yet I don't know yours."

She sighed. "It's Salma. Now, shut up and get on with this song of yours before I shut the door."

"Yes, ma'am." He winked. Ugh, the little shit.

And then, Remmick started plucking the strings of his banjo, playing a nice little melody:

"In a neat little town they call Belfast

Apprentice to a trade I was bound

And many an hour's sweet happiness

Have I spent in that neat little town.

A sad misfortune came over me

Which caused me to stray from the land

Far away from me friends and relations

Betrayed by the black velvet band."

The song sounded… familiar, Salma thought. It sounded very much Irish, which made her think of her father. Growing up there, he'd become familiar with plenty of popular folk songs.

But how did this song remind Remmick of her, exactly?

"Her eyes, they shone like diamonds

I thought her the queen of the land.

And her hair, it hung over her shoulder

Tied up with a black velvet band."

That caught Salma's attention a little.

"I took a stroll down Broadway

Meaning not long for to stay

When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid

Comes a'traipsing along the highway.

She was both fair and handsome

Her neck, it was just like a swan's.

And her hair, it hung over her shoulder

Tied up with a black velvet band."

Seemed like someone had a little crush…

Once he finished the song, Salma gave Remmick a little applause, quietly clapping her hands. "Hmm, not bad, but… interesting song choice. Sounds like a little bit of a love song, doesn't it?"

She'd only known him for a few days, not even a week, and here he was, on her doorstep and quite literally singing her a love song.

Remmick chuckled sheepishly. "Like I said, it reminded me of ya."

Salma hummed. "So… you like me."

"There's nothin' wrong with that, is there?"

Salma snorted. "No, no. I just think it's funny. We've only seen each other around for a few days, y'know."

"Well, can ya really blame me? You're a real nice lady, ma'am. Nicest one I've met."

She rolled her eyes, sighing. "Oh, enough of the flattery. I'm not that nice. I pointed a goddamn rifle at your face. I only helped you because my family was asleep."

"I tried askin' other folks for help. Beggin', even. They all turned me away, 'cept for you."

Salma tilted her head. "Really? Not a single person?"

Remmick shook his head. "No, ma'am. You were the first to show me such kindness."

She took a couple steps further outside, arms still crossed as she stared at the man. He really was a pathetic-looking thing, only a couple inches taller than her. Perhaps he was an endearing creature.

Maybe Salma was starting to like him just a little bit.

"Well, you're welcome. Don't let it get to your head, though. I could still change my mind about you any second."

She didn't realize it yet, but she had this poor, pathetic little man wrapped around her finger, and deep down… Remmick was tired of her keeping her distance. He was drawn to her, intrigued.

And he was willing to do whatever it took to finally make her his. He was on a mission.

[bvidzsoo]

Hii! First of all congratulations on 3.5k! Secondly, for your prompt ask, can I request a fluff one-shot with jongho and number 46? Maybe the plot can be that jingo isn't big on physical touch but he comes home quite drunk and is feeling cuddly?

coffee-stained love

Pairing: athlete!Choi Jongho x gender neutral reader

❀ TW: none, just tooth-rotting fluff ❀ Word count: 2.6k ❀ Genre: fluff; established relationship; meet cute; coffee shop au; soccer captain!Jongho; university setting, and post-uni setting @cromernet ❀ Rating: pg-13 ❀ Prompt(s): 46: You come to my room and wake me up at 4 am, to cuddle?

A/N: Ahh, hello my lovelies! It's been long since I posted on here, huh...well, surprise, I'm back with a short event that you can still participate in until the 8th of June! Here are the prompts from which you can request, please read the criteria carefully! Thank you for all the requests so far, I was really happy to see so many of you interested! I hope that this story is to your liking, anonie, thank you for requesting and for the love! Feedback is always much appreciated, happy reading! ^^ divider

Meeting the love of your life happened quickly and in a very mundane way, which completely skewed your perception of love. Now, don’t you get it wrong…you’ve always been a romantic at heart, it’s just that you have watched one too many rom-coms and read perhaps an excessive amount of romance books to know that a love like that only happened in fictional stories. There was no way you’d meet the love of your life on the subway on your way home, exhausted out of your mind listening to the same song as you—and bam, you are suddenly bonding over it, and then the next second you find yourselves taking the next big step. You also knew there was no way you’d find the love of your life at a library, reaching for the same book at the same time. All it would’ve taken was just the brush of your fingertips—and there you have it; you are giving birth to your second child four years later. And yes, you also knew there was no way on Earth you’d find the love of your life at a coffee shop because he spilt his drink on you—of course not, what kind of fairy-tale would you be living in if it happened like that?

Except that…well, yes…the day you met the love of your life you had been running late, half of your lecture already over, but you knew without a strong coffee you wouldn’t make it through the day, so…priorities first. It just so happened that a guy you knew in passing from campus was running late, too, rushing and completely missing the person approaching from behind, eyes glued to their phone. And you guessed it again…that person was you, freaking out over the fact that your friend texted you about a term paper you had completely forgotten about. Before you could type back, though, something hard crashed against your chest, followed by a hot sensation. You gasped and jumped back; eyes wide as you stared down at your now coffee-stained shirt. The deep brown looked ugly against your once pristine clear ironed shirt, and for a second you were dumbfounded. The guy who had spilt his whole cup of coffee on you was spluttering in front of you, his eyes wide and his cheeks a deep red.

“I am so sorry!” He said rushed, not knowing what do to with his hands next. You tried to reign in your annoyance as you sighed, finally looking up at the guy. And even though you’d never admit it—not even all these years later—it was love at first sight. His chubby red cheeks, his pretty brown eyes all round and frightened, the downturn of his pink plush lips and his cute nostrils flaring…you were endeared despite the hot liquid slightly burning your skin, “Oh, I’m such a mess this morning. I’m so-so sorry…”

You gulped and looked down at your shirt again, realising that you’d seen this guy on campus before. So, to mask your annoyance, you said the first thing that came to your mind, “Hey, you’re on the soccer team, right?”

The guy in front of you looked taken aback and confused as he tilted his head, “Uhm, yes…I’m the captain of the team.”

“Huh, thought so,” You muttered to yourself, his expression adorable as he looked at you in confusion, “We go to the same Uni.”

His eyes widened in realisation as he nodded, glancing down at the coffee stain again, “So, uhm, about your shirt—”

“Right, don’t worry about it—”

“No, no!” The guy was quick to cut you off, shaking his empty hand to physically stop you from brushing this matter off so quickly, “Let me dry clean it for you, it’s the least I can do after I ruined it.”

“It’s not ruined,” You muttered as you pulled at the material, realising you’d have to head home and change. That meant you wouldn’t show up to your first lesson at all today…great, just what you needed, “A little bleach and it’s all new.”

“Don’t bleach it,” The guy frowned, leaning in to take a closer look at the shirt, “I think it’ll ruin the fabric.”

The guy didn’t seem to realise that he was staring straight at your breasts as the stain covered the left side of your chest, and when he glanced up with innocent eyes, you burst into laughter, making him confused once again. He took a second to realise where his eyes were, and he gasped as he stood up straight, blushing even more furiously, “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to do that! I’m so…God, this morning is just terrible.”

“Aw, I’ve run into people under silly circumstances but nobody has called it terrible before.” You pouted as you teased the guy, watching his expression morph into terror and embarrassment, “I’m just joking, hey!”

“Right…” The guy muttered, fishing his phone out of his pocket, “So, uhm, here’s my number for when you want to reach out…”

He turned his phone around, his number on display, so you went into your contacts and typed it in, realising that you had no idea what his name was. You hummed and looked up at him, smiling at him almost shyly as you pursed your lips.

“So, uhm…I don’t know your name…” The guy then grinned and stepped back, straightening his back as he reached a hand out for you to shake. You were taken aback but reacted quickly.

“I’m Choi Jongho, nice to meet you!” And the grin on his lips made you forget what you were about to do or say, and you jumped when he finally shook your hand. You were blushing furiously, you felt your cheeks burning as you chuckled, nodding to yourself. You typed in his name as Jongho—soccer captain, and cleared your throat before telling him your name. Jongho looked abashed as he typed in your number too, saving it so that he could reach out to you when the shirt was all clean and dry.

“So, uh,” Jongho stared at the ground as he rubbed his nape, almost reminding you of that one meme of Kevin James standing abashedly with a grin on his face, and you had to fight all demons inside you to not laugh at him, “Do you often come to my games?”

“Oh, no,” You shook your head, frowning a bit, “I hate soccer but my friend always drags me with her—no offence! It’s just…I find it boring, I guess.”

Jongho’s expression fell a little and you felt bad for being so honest, so you quickly tried to do a bit of damage control, “But! You are a great player, last time your team won because you scored in the last minute, right?”

“Yes, exactly!” Jongho answered quickly with an excited smile, “Well, tell me next time if you plan on coming to the game and maybe I can make it less boring for you.”

“Yeah?” You raised your eyebrows at Jongho, who nodded with an excited glint in his eyes. Your heart was racing and you hadn’t even noticed it until now, but as the silence stretched on, you couldn’t help but focus on your thundering heart. Jongho was really cute as he stood in front of you, dressed in shorts that reached below his knees, white socks covering his calves and a light rain jacket over his clothes as the sky promised a downpour anytime now. His duffle bag was slung over one shoulder and his empty cup of coffee was still gripped in his hand. He wore one ring on the forefinger of his right hand, the infinity symbol engraved into the silver, and pretty, small, white gemstones glinted in it under the ceiling lights, “So, it was nice talking to you, but I should get to the library since I missed my first lecture.”

“Oh my God,” Jongho’s eyes widened, his expression panic-stricken, “Am I the reason you are late?!”

“No!” You laughed, finding Jongho cuter by the minute as you reached out absentmindedly, patting his forearm, “I was already late before coming here.”

But you forgot to retract your hold on his arm right away and Jongho noticed, and so did you when you both looked down at your hand gripping his arm, “Ah, sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Both of you noticed the shy smiles on each other’s faces as you blushed, chuckling to yourselves and looking to the side. And even though you’ve told the story of how you two met numerous times to the world, you could never grow tired of it as it always made you smile. It was a fond memory which you liked to recall from time to time.

Even though the two of you met ages ago under rather unusual—almost fairytale-like circumstances—your relationship was still standing, more than stable. I mean, with a ring on your finger, it would’ve been jarring to be any other way. Jongho has been a sweetheart to you from the very beginning of your meeting, but don’t be fooled…underneath all that cuteness and softness hides a dorky and silly man, with tricks up his sleeve or dumb pranks that either have you laughing for hours, or chasing him around the house until you’ve tackled him to the ground, his punishment being getting tickled.

It’s always been like that with Jongho, though: easy and loving. He’s always been straightforward with you and playful, not scared to be vocal about his love for you…maybe because he wasn’t too fond of physical touch, he found alternatives to express it. It wasn’t a great issue for you since you preferred quality time spent together rather than sharing kisses and hugs randomly or cuddling up on the couch while watching a movie. You both liked your space, so even the smallest of touches shared between the safety of your walls were cherished greatly. You had gone to sleep early after Jongho’s game as you were tired from the road trip, declining the invitation to hang out with Jongho and his team, the other wives tagging along, too.

You loved the celebratory dinners, but you could barely keep your eyes open by the time you were driven back to the hotel, so with a swift kiss from Jongho, you retreated to your room. When Jongho was on tour with his team and you could take days off from your work to follow him, you’d always book two rooms adjacent so that Jongho wouldn’t wake you as he had to get up early in the mornings. It’s what worked best for you as you valued your sleep, and Jongho wasn’t an exactly quiet person as he bumped into things half-awake, groaning and muttering curses under his breath as he woke you on accident too, making you chuckle before you’d go back to sleep.

On the mornings he’d have to leave early, Jongho would brew you coffee and put together a quick breakfast. It was sweet and it always made you smile as you read the note he’d leave plastered on the fridge. You’d write one back as sometimes he would return before you did from work, baking him his favourite cookies even if he wasn’t allowed to eat them during the tournament season. It was a small habit you had developed once you moved in together after university.

He had proposed half a year ago and the wedding was in two years, and Jongho was way more ecstatic than you, taking care of things attentively. Just today, you had gotten an email about the venues Jongho had chosen—something simple by the sea since you both loved the beach. You planned to check all the links and descriptions about the venues tonight, but you had been so sleepy after the game that the second your head hit the pillow, you were out cold.

The sheets were soft and silky, cold when you had gotten wrapped up in them, pulling your body into it as your muscles relaxed. You had no idea for how long you had been asleep, but as you groaned and tried to blink your heavy eyes open, it was still dark in the room. There was a creak in the doorway and then a groan, and you hummed as you flipped onto your back, rubbing your eyes before you sat up. Your fiancé, clad in nothing but his t-shirt and boxers, was hopping on one leg as he tried to pull the pantleg of his jeans off. You chuckled as your eyes adjusted to the dark and the figure in your doorway, hair all mussed up.

“Jongho,” You said when he was finally free from the clutches of his jeans, “What are you doing?”

Jongho pouted as he looked up, trudging towards your bed sluggishly, “You’re awake.”

“Yeah, you weren’t exactly quiet.” You raised an eyebrow as Jongho huffed, then got on your bed, slowly crawling towards you. His cheeks were red and you realised he had changed his t-shirt before coming to your bed, “Are you drunk, babe?”

“Wasted.” Jongho giggled as his face came close to yours, his breath fresh and his cheeks still damp from having just washed up, “Hi.”

“Hi.” You chuckled as you kissed Jongho’s puckered lips, his eyes closed, “Tired?”

“Yes, now,” Jongho giggled before he tackled you down into the sheets, making you gasp as he landed on top of you. Jongho’s body was sturdy and well-built due to him being an athlete, and you struggled to hold his weight as he was crushing your lungs, but you couldn’t say anything as he started peppering your face with kisses, giggling to himself and making you snicker too, “Let’s cuddle.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, cupping his cheeks to stop him from giving you more ticklish kisses, “The Choi Jongho…”

You glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand, eyes widening, “Came to my room and woke me up at 4 am, to cuddle?!”

Jongho giggled again then got off you, kissing your lips tenderly before he settled down next to your side, “So, what are you waiting for? I want to be the little spoon.”

You laughed and shook your head, settling behind Jongho as he turned on his side, humming in contentment once your arm was around him, a leg thrown over his hip and your chest pressed into his back firmly. Jongho then sighed and you felt his body relaxing, his breathing quiet as you raised your head to kiss his nape softly. You cherished moments like this one dearly, your whole being so fond of the man in your arms that sometimes you didn’t know what to do with such an overwhelming feeling. It was consuming in the best way possible, intense as it made you feel lively. You had no idea what you’d do without Jongho in your life, and you hoped you’d never find out now. He was yours, and you two were meant to be…that’s one thing you were completely sure about.

“I love you, sweetheart,” Jongho whispered and you felt your heart swell, your grip tightening around your fiancé.

“And I love you, my Joongie.” You whispered back into his skin as you felt your body grow heavy once again, sleep coming even faster than earlier in the evening now that the love of your life was in your arms, his warmth the most comforting feeling ever, his cologne and soft breaths familiar. And maybe you weren’t in a fairytale or rom-com, but you were sure you had gotten your happy ending with Jongho by your side.

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♡ The first time you and Caleb met was at high school, but even then you grabbed his attention. The two of you were classmates and deskmates, but, strange thing, you barely spoke to Caleb. Not to mention that you skipped the classes so often that your classmates almost forgot how you looked like, but not Caleb, not him. To Caleb you were a breath of fresh air. Watching you was so interesting, so funny to him. Your mood shifted from calm and a bit intimidating pretty doll to loud and talkative high school girl in an instant. And Caleb started to find himself watching you from afar with soft smile more and more often. What was going on with him? Well, Caleb had yet to discover.

♡ The two of you got closer the day when a homeroom teacher asked him to visit you, since you were missing for several days, and bring you printouts. In anticipation of a meeting with you he agreed and so he ended up sitting at your home and talking to you for the first time in a long time. That day, Caleb found out that you were very interesting and adorable, that you have so many talents and hobbies, that you just look intimidating and calm, but with your friends you're passionate and talkative (not that Caleb never noticed it before though), that the both of you liked the same video games and much more. Caleb felt so at ease, so comfortable with you, he caught himself thinking that he doesn't want to leave. Just one more minute, one more second, he wanted to bask in your presence.

"So... Are you coming to the school tomorrow?", asked Caleb you with hope before leaving. He wanted to meet you again, wanted to discuss the games you like, wanted to listen to the music with you, but more importantly Caleb just didn't want to part with you. "Please, come!", he waved goodbye and left.

It was then, Caleb realized that he has a crush on you.

♡ Caleb confessed you a month later, when the two of you grew closer and became a good friends. He made sure that you feel the same way, that you feel comfortable with him, but Caleb was still hesitant. Because what if he was wrong and you considered him just a friend? Ruining your friendship was the last thing Caleb wanted to do, so he tested the water, dropped some hints from time to time and watched your reaction. With each passing day, his yearning grew more intense, Caleb kept falling harder and harder, so much that it hurt. Keeping his feelings to himself was becoming increasingly difficult.

Everyone knew it, everyone knew that Caleb was hopelessly in love with you. The way he always looked at you with such affection, with yearning and devotion, just like a loyal puppy who adores his owner. But... what about you?

His confession was surprising even for Caleb himself. It was like something switched in him, his own feelings Caleb tried so hard to hide overwhelmed him. And looking at you squish a cute stuffed baby seal with a happy smile Caleb took a great, shuddering breath. Damn. How dare you to be so adorable?

"I like you", whispered Caleb staring at you as if bewitched.

♡ Caleb absolutely adores you, be it your personality or appearence, he loves and accept every part of you even if you think that this is an ugly part of you. His love, his devotion never fail to make you melt. With Caleb by your side you know that there is someone who loves you the way you are. And it's... such a euphoric feeling. He is absolutely fine every time you are moody, his warm touches and words of comfort always make you feel better. He makes sure that you don't overwork and overwhelm yourself. If you do something that is harmful to health, both physical or mental, Caleb is here to take care of you. Knowing that you are clumsy and often injure yourself unintentionally, Caleb makes sure that you are safe. He remembers all your likes and dislikes, all your little quirks and habits. He wants to know everything about you and make you happy. And it's so painfully obvious.

♡ Your hobbies leave Caleb in awe. Watching you dance or sing, oh, Caleb never gets tired of it. He is so proud that this talented and cool girl is his girlfriend, he comes to every your performance and supports your hobbies and goals like no one else. Whenever he is sick or need some comfort, Caleb asks you to sing for him and play with his hair. Your ethereal voice, your soft touches make Caleb melt into a puddle of affection. Baking and cooking is something Caleb enjoys doing with you. He likes back hugs, likes holding your hands, likes helping you with cooking. And every time the two of you cook something together, Caleb can't help but dreams about your future together. Oh, he wants it so much.

Ship Tropes

♡ "touch her and you die" ♡ idiot always getting hurt (both) x personal nurse (both) ♡ soft on the outside scary on the inside (him) x scary on the outside soft on the inside (you)

[ivyheaven]

There was something in his words, a bit of a harshness that she didn't want to get hung up on, but it did sting. No matter how much she tried to not think of. Eventually, she swallowed thickly and finally nodded in response. "Right, I guess you're not." It didn't matter much anyway, listening was not her strong suit. She would stick around, look after him, even if he said otherwise.

But, there was a feeling of whiplash there. Their kids? It must be the loopy feeling of pain making him say these things. Though, she had to admit that the thought made her heart beat a little faster. She hadn't ever considered kids, didn't want to bring someone into the world and realize she's more alike to her mother. Still, she played along. "You have a very interesting definition of cool, but I'm intrigued. I'll be curious to sit for that story too."

When she heard the girls' voices, Laurel was quick to stand up from the chair and step back, allowing them to go to their brother. Emma snuggled closer to him, nodding softly when he asked her to be careful. "Don't bullshit me," Inez's frown deepened with his vague answers. "It's important if it landed you here." But, she sighed, relenting. His request to go home was the most important. "I'll check in with the front desk once you're in the clear." Isaac and her had already talked about how to make it work, ways to make it easier without having to pay so much. It wasn't lost on her that it would've been much easier if their family hadn't been so heartless. "Isa didn't come. He wanted to, but couldn't - he did ask me to keep him updated though." She rolled her eyes at the comment, he knew how to hit back but didn't. This sounded worse by the second. When the nurse came in and commented on the amount of people in the room, she noticed the way his baby sister gripped his hand. Laurel could tell she was the odd one out.

Emma was reluctant to move away from her brother, but she climbed down from the bed. Inez addressed the nurse to confirm she was the sister. With Eli being wheeled away, she felt even more out of place - her one connection to this group of people was away. It felt even more awkward, but then, Emma smiled at her and Laurel felt a bit more at ease.

"I'll be right there, thank you." Inez felt her phone vibrate and when she saw it was her brother, she reached to answer - feeling a bit bad for not introducing herself to the girl standing here. Isa had been impatient to reach his sisters, they hadn't called him yet. He estimated the times before finally just calling, hoping they answered. When she finally answered, he was quick to ask how their brother was doing and how everything was going. "How bad is it? Did he tell you what even happened?"

Laurel turned her attention to Emma, an attempt to do her best to not eavesdrop. "Really? He must have superpowers to never, ever get sick."

"Lau, I'm not a baby. I can be left alone. I'm not your responsibility. Shit just happens." He probably said that a little too rough not meaning to. But growing up Eli didn't need to be babied. It was why he and Isa butt heads a lot during that first year. Being alone for most of his childhood, he learned to adapt to what he was capable of without needing help.

'This is gonna be a cool story in the future we tell our kids." Did he want kids? No. Could he see having some with Laurel? Yes. The thought bringing a smile to his face. "It's gonna be okay." He sure was of it. "Keeping awake is hard." Hearing x rays he kept a groan in. Had he mentioned he hated this place? He was sure he had. Distractions kept pouring in as he heard everything and that damn beep that would haunt him. Things moved too fast and yet he heard a familiar voice. He cringed when she asked and was surprised to see Emma. Of course she came.

He opened his arm for Emma to get in the nook of his arm and felt his heart relieved he got to see her. He whispered a soft be careful to her since his sides still hurt. Groaning he sighed as he shook his head. "No one it's not important." If he didn't tell Laurel who he wasn't gonna tell inez in front of everyone. Let alone he knew isa would come down here and retaliate on his behalf. "I just want to go home." He had meant that as where his siblings were. "I'm currently a John Doe. Could you please do your magic thing? Since," he technically belonged to nowhere and no one. The insurance alone will cost him an arm and a leg. "I have some saved up from my job." If their family hadn't outcast eli then he'd have been on a family insurance plan.

Emma played with his face and eli kissed her fingertips. It seemed now she was calm seeing him. "Isa come with?" He wanted to gauge how bad isa was right now. "No, I have x rays to get to. Our RA said I may have bruised ribs. By the way, I know how to hit back just didn't get a chance to." Eli wasn't a violent person, hitting was never his go to but if a first punch was thrown he was gonna finish it. The nurse came in and had remarked too many people were in the room. Emma gripped his hand not wanting to let go.

"We'll need to wheel him into x rays. Who's the sister?" The nurse asked as she got him ready. Eli muttered a soft be back to Emma as he looked at inez. A be nice was thrown as he looked at Laurel. Emma reached for inez and stared at Laurel. She was focused on the way her face looked. She was pretty and she liked her. Given the smile she threw in her direction.

Eric came back in and knocked on the door. "Front desk needs signatures. I think they said familial or parent." Emma heard parent and shook her head. They didn't have them. She wondered if isa needed to come too. She poked inez's sides when she felt the phone vibrate. "Isa!" A much happier camper now that she saw her brother and had just sat by his side. Emma giggled and sighed. "He doesn't get sick." Alluding to the fact that this was a first time.

[hey-itsdollie]

Hello!! How are you? I wanted to ask if you could do a story where the older members of Blue Lock react to the fact that their girlfriend was in the military, did her service at 16 with her parents' consent, and left at 19. They find out when something comes out about her about the army or movement, or her way of speaking or addressing people, and the 16-year-olds that their girlfriend is going to the service. I would like you to do this story since I will be in the military and it would be cool in a story with those precious ones. Thank you!! And best regards. With Barou, Shidou, Sae, and whoever you want.

Thank you for your service!

Hii I'm good, I hope you're well! This will be interesting to write (hopefully I do it well) I wish you luck during your service!

‧₊˚ ┊ In which the Blue Lock guys find out about their girlfriend's past in the military!

୭˚. ᵎᵎ featuring » barou. shidou. sae.

⋮ ⌗ ┆cw ⪼ fluff, female reader, aged up!, reader was in the military, sorry in advance for ooc characters</3

── .✦ Shoei Barou

You were the only person, Barou would ever admit to being a better cleaner than him. The only person he would actually listen to without complaining.

"Barou, could you go get the mail?" You asked holding one of his sisters on your hip, the two of you agreed to babysit them for his parents. "Huh, yeah." Without another word, the brunette went to the door grabbing the recently delivered mail then walking to the kitchen.

He flipped through the mail seeing who's is who's. One letter caught his attention as it was for you, but by the military office.

"Huh, Y/n why are you getting mail from these guys?"

His question caught your attention as you walked over setting the kid down and picking up the letter.

"Oh, right... I haven't told you yet."

You went on to tell Barou about your service in the military. His eyes widened slightly before he nodded now understanding all your odd mannerisms.

"Damn, so that's how you learned to clean so well..." He muttered which caught your attention. "Did you just compliment my cleaning?" You grin up at him who in return turned away with a huff.

"No. Be quiet." Barou groaned walking away refusing to admit you heard right. You laughed shaking your head, crouching next to his sisters. "He totally complimented me right?" You questioned them, in response they nodded excitedly.

"You liar!" you called laughing making Barou groan loudly. Wiping the counter more aggressively.

You sat on the couch, his sisters joining you at your sides. "So you were in the military?" One asked the other following with "Was it scary?"

You smiled patting their heads, "Yeah I was. Was it scary? Definitley but you get used to it." Their eyes brightened "Big sis is so cool!" They both stated at the same time making you laugh. "You think I am?" Tilting your head to the side you glanced at yoru boyfriend, failing to seem like he wasn't listening in.

"Sho come here, quit brooding!" You groan.

── .✦ Ryusei Shidou

Shidou and you seemed to be complete opposites. He was crazy, loud, and never seemed to censor his words. You on the other hand was quite reserved, polite, and your words always held the most respect and honesty. These differences made many question how the two of you got together. Even Shidou seemed to question why you decided to date him of all people.

The two of you were sitting in a restaurant, your boyfriend staring dead at you, seemingly trying to figure you out. “Why are you staring?” You questioned taking a sip of your drink. “Why do you speak so much… grammar?”

You looked at him confused “What are you on about, Ryu?” The male groaned leaning back in his seat, obviously man spreading. “You speak with so much authority! Like even to people who annoy the shit out of you!”

You looked around as people glanced at your boyfriend. “Ryu language…”

“See exactly that!”

Shidou leaned in looking skeptical, “Were you like forced to only speak like this?” You looked at him unamused, still confused on why he was making this out to be such a big thing.

“I mean, back in the military we had to speak with the most respect.” You answered while moving your straw around. The male’s eyes widened in shock, “Military?!”

You sighed at his outburst, “Yeah? Did you not know?”

In your defense you truly thought you had told Shidou but clearly due to his wide eyes and agape mouth, you clearly hadn’t.

“Wait, wait, wait. So you’re telling me you’ve done your service? Willingly I hope…”

You nod with a small smile, “Yes, it was by my own will. I went in at 16 and I left by 19.”

Shidou’s grin grew wider, “That’s so fucking awesome!” Despite his outburst your smile brightened. “So that means you’re hella strong right?”

“Seriously that’s what you’re curious about?”

With a sharp nod, Shidou still looks at you waiting for your answer. “I’m literally your girlfriend? You should know…” You replied bluntly, staring at him unamused.

“You could be holding back…”

“Oh my- You’re impossible.”

── .✦ Sae Itoshi

Sae had the day off so the two of you decided to go out for the night. The two of you dressed fairly well as you left his expensive sports car. Sae's hand placed comfortable on the small of your back as you walked into the restaurant.

"Table for two?" The host asked with a smile his hands folded in front of him. Sae nodded mentioning his reservation as the host nodded in understanding. "Ah Mr. Itoshi, follow me."

You began to follow the host to your table when you were stopped. "L/n?" You turned at your name being called, and smiled saluting to your old leutinent. "Ah Lieutenant, how are you sir?"

Sae stopped noticing you weren't moving, confused at the way you addressed the older male.

"Uhm, Y/n you know them?" He questioned coming to your side once again. You turned your head and nodded, "Sae this was my Lieutenant back in the Military." Sae was heavily confused as he had no idea you were in the military to begin with.

"Oh right, I haven't told you about my service yet." You smiled apologetically as the Lieutenant's wife came to his side. "No you haven't." He answered with a slight sigh.

"L/n, was one of the best under me. You should be proud. The others miss you." You smiled at the older male's words. You had become quite close to the other officers during your service. Always sharing stories and joking around during dinner time.

"Tell them I miss them as well." You nodded.

The conversation was short yet it was nice. Sae and you were finally at your table as he stared at you. Waiting for you to explain yourself.

"You never asked." You began making him roll his eyes, resting his chin on his hand. "Oh, don't give me that."

"How long was your service?" He asked after the waiter left to get your drinks. "Hm... I went in at 16 and left at 19... so three years?" You answered doing the small math in your head. Sae nodded shocked. "That's pretty amazing... I can't beliegve I didn't know... you don't have anything hung up or packed away."

You nodded, "Most of my things are still at my parents' home, they wanted to keep it to put it on display. I do have one picture in my phone of me and the other officers in my group."

Sae watched you pull out your phone and showed him the picture of you and your friends.

"Damn... we should hang that up."

His words made you smile, "You think?" Sae replied with a nod as the waiter came back with the drinks, asking for yall's orders.

I hope this was to your liking!

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[rochichan]

My I Can’t Help But Wonder animatic is finally done!

Overall, my goal was to capture the unsaid emotions and dynamic between Odysseus and Telemachus in this song. What would it feel like meeting someone you’ve longed for your entire life but at the same time that person is a complete stranger? It’s an interesting premise!! I really used this animatic to practice character expressions/acting, cause there’s a lot of statements in the song that can be interpreted differently depending on how it’s delivered.

I had many thoughts while working on this one, so going to ramble below!! (Sorry if grammar and thoughts are all over)

Telemachus

For Telemachus, the phrase “never meet your heroes” was something that I thought personally applied to Telly—like imagine the first impression of your father is this random man mercilessly killing several men??? How would you feel? Would your love for your father waver? My personal hc on Telly’s idea of his dad is he LOOOOOVES him, to the point where he blindly thinks he can do no wrong. So when “Odysseus” happens, it’s kinda a breaking point for him—realizing, “oh… he might not be the person I thought he was.”

In “Odysseus”, I wanted a mix of fear and curiosity within Telly. Since there’s so much going on, he’s processing a lot of things, so he doesn’t fully realize that his dad is here. In “ICHBW”, since he’s now processing the fact that this man is 100% his dad, the emotions evolve to fearful vulnerability and curious desperation. Throughout the song, Telly is so eager but at the same time so careful and unsure (he holds his spear tightly cause he’s still scared and only drops it when his dad opens his arm to receive him!)

Odysseus

For Odysseus, the overall thought would be “I worked so hard for this, but do I deserve it?” I wanted a mix of longing and guilt in his actions. It hurts so much more knowing that “ICHBW” opens with the same motif of “Just a Man”—It’s like as an audience we get reminded of like “Hey, remember where we started? As we’re all familiar with the “man vs monster” idea in the musical, I tried to make it obvious that Odysseus is basically fighting himself internally throughout the song (at this point of the story, he is his number one enemy).

Some moments I personally liked:

When he runs to Telly down the stairs to close the gap between them, but shortly after, pushes him away once he realizes the blood on his hands was placed on his son’s face—as an artist, this moment gets me so “hehehehehe >:^)” but also breaks my heart lol

Telly being indifferent to the blood on his face—at first, you can see the initial shock at how his dad carelessly placed his bloody hand, but then Telly lets it pass seeing how quick his dad was like “oh whoops”. It’s a quick moment but wanted to show how Telly’s priority is on the fact that “his dad is here” instead of what “his dad did/has done”

Another moment I really loved when Odysseus opened his arms for Telly. He didn’t want to force Telly in an embrace but instead gave him the choice. It puts Ody in a vulnerable light of possibly being rejected, and also a nice callback to what Polites had taught.

When Athena hopes. During the draft change, I changed the moment in the orb she’s holding. Originally, it was going to be her stopping younger Ody from killing a boar, like a “what if” situation. But I wanted it to be moments that had already happened; so it’s more of a “we could’ve done this differently” instead of “look at this alternate universe”

When Odysseus sees his past with Polities and Eurolychus. I just love callbacks lol. Again, it’s more of a “we could’ve done this differently, but it’s too late now” moment. Also, by passing the responsibility to Athena, he’s accepted the fact that he’s not the same man from before.

Other thoughts

When i first heard this song, it was a progress draft Jorge has posted on TikTok. I cried so much LOL solo vocal and piano just makes it so much sadder.

Man… can’t believe this will be my last one… it’s been 2 years since i got into this musical

ANYWAYS hope u enjoy and thanks for watching/reading :’)