#i bet he wants to propose to her 24/7

[iwasbored777]

This scene is so perfect I love how Branch was looking at Poppy when she was talking to Clay like "she's so perfect isn't she this is my gf I chose well I'm so proud" and then he looks back at Clay like "so what do you think she really is perfect isn't she"

[talaok]

I was thinking about the reader having a close guy friend who has a crush on her and it makes pedro jealous and angry that why the reader can't realize it?

pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

warnings: angst, jealousy

"You know, I was thinking that tomorrow we could go to that sushi place you like" Pedro called from the bathroom, as he finished brushing his teeth.

You smiled to yourself as you got into bed before remembering something.

"Tomorrow?" you asked

"yes" He nodded, walking into the bedroom "We haven't gone there in a while"

"It's just...Steve asked me to go out with him tomorrow"

Even if he was turned around, you could see all his muscles tense.

"Steve?"

"yeah," you confirmed, "maybe we could go out the day after tomorrow?"

"Just the two of you?" He ignored your proposal, finally facing you

The question confused you a little bit

"Yup, he said we haven't seen each other in a while and he missed me"

"of course" he chuckled, a trace of bitterness in his tone

"What?" you frowned

"Nothing I'm just wondering if he'll finally use this opportunity to propose"

"What are you talking about baby?"

"oh c'mon you know" 

"no, I don't know" 

He was looking at you as if you had just admitted to not knowing how much 2+2 is.

"y/n listen as much as I'd like to believe you, I know you're way too smart not to know what I'm talking about"

You threw your blanket off your body, suddenly hot.

"Pedro" you stated as calmly as you could "I'm telling you, I have no idea what you're trying to say"

"oh really?" he raised his eyebrows, "you don't know? You don't know why I don't like when you hang out with the same guy who has not missed a single opportunity to tell you how beautiful or amazing or perfect you are? Who texts you 24/7? Who literally comes running whenever you need anything?"

Your mouth was parted but you needed a moment to process his words before being able to come up with some of your own.

"What are talking about?" 

He sighed frustratedly, running a hand through his hair

"I'm talking about the fact that he likes you! That he- actually you know what, I'm talking about the fact that he's in love with you y/n!"

And there it was

It was as if time had stilled, as if the world had stopped spinning.

Why was he getting so angry about this? How long had he been keeping this to himself?

And most importantly-what the actual fuck was he on about?

"Steve is my friend Pedro- I've known him for like six years, just cause he's a good friend doesn't mean he likes me" you sighed "Since when do you get jealous? This is not like you"

"are you serious?" he dropped his hands by his sides "You seriously don't fucking see it?"

"what? What is there to see?" you gestured, getting up from the bed

"y/n he gave you roses on valentines day!" he huffed a laugh raising his head to the ceiling "What friend does that?"

"that-that doesn't mean anything it was just a nice gesture it didn't mean anything"

"of course" he paused a moment before looking at you again, so many emotions clouding his eyes they almost looked a different color "y/n I don't know if you're lying to yourself or if you actually don't see it, but I'm telling you- he likes you"

"wh-" you stuttered, unable to do anything but beg your brain to start working again.

"he looks at you like your an angel sent from heaven y/n" he sighed "and you are, you know that, but I'm the only one who's supposed to feel that way" he said "not- not fucking Steve too"

"he-he's just a friend" you muttered,

you didn't know if you were telling yourself or him anymore

"I know he is" he nodded "but I also know that's not everything he wants to be"

"how-how would you know?"

"Because I'm not blind, baby!" he insisted, getting closer to you "because I would bet a million dollars that if you called him right now and told him you liked him he'd come running!"

"that's not true! We're just friends- he- he doesn't like me that way"

"y/n c'mon!" he groaned "How do you think it makes me feel? To see him drooling over my girlfriend every time we go out?"

"Pedro he doesn't like me!"

"He does! And I'm tired of pretending he doesn't" Frustration was tracing his every word "He needs to get a fucking grip, Someone needs to tell him how things actually are, and if you don't wanna do it then I gladly will"

"what do you even mean?"

"I mean telling him to back off!"

"Pedro I-"

"please-" he stopped you, his voice lower now, more pleading "please don't tell me again that he doesn't like you"

"but-"

"ok how 'bout this" he interrupted you again, "You ask him"

"What?"

"yeah, if you're so sure he doesn't like you why not just ask him?"

"Because... because it's weird"

"it's not weird- and if he's an honest man he'll tell you the truth"

You stared at him

Was he serious?

"Are you being serious?"

"one hundred percent" he nodded "Tomorrow" he stated, "you ask him, and I'm coming too"

"you're not coming"

He cocked an eyebrow "I'll be outside, I don't want him trying any weird shit"

"Pedro..."

"I just- I'm tired of it y/n"

You sighed "fine" before sitting back on the bed, feeling all your energy drained.

He sat beside you after a moment

"How long have you kept this to yourself?" you finally broke the silence, turning to him just to find his gaze already on you.

"Since I met him"

"Pedro...that was 2 years ago" 

"I know"

You paused, again

"You know that I would never cheat on you, right?"

"of course I do" he sighed "It's just- him... I don't like him"

You let out a small laugh "Yeah, I gathered"

"I can't help it" he murmured, his hand going to stroke your cheek "There can only be one man all over you" he smiled a lazy smile "and luckily... that man happens to be me"

[lumibye]

hii charm i wanted to ask , what was sycamaris first date ? 🤔 how did it come abt , who asked, how did it go ? im soo interested , and i hope uve had a wonderful weekend ! - @catake

hehe hi clara ! hope your weekend's been lovely as alwayss and i hope your finals went just as well !! i'm sure they did but sending my heart and wishes anyways ofc ofc

( ♡ ) ty honestly sm for encouraging me to talk abt them bc it's all in my drafts but i'm just . . soso shy ( if you could believe it ehe ; ) so it really means a lot to me ! i'm v grateful i get to speak my silly nonsense eek >_< their first date was . . it was a ' date ' but it wasn't ? this is prob a good time to explain why they're ' working together ' ig for context purposes ! ( i'll prob compile this all into a post at some point actually )

( long post again bc my filter is broken ehe ; )

although he has a lot of information on mega evolution in regards to battle , he doesn’t have a lot in the way of contests 

pokemon aren’t affected by any external factors like attacks or status conditions when performing , but they’re still expending a good amount of  energy with the use of moves

so , as someone that’s very invested in the subject , his research and the bond between pokemon and trainer - this information would be valuable to compare and contrast with his current findings

he doesn’t really know anybody in the contest scene? there’s serena, of course, but she’s also currently undertaking the gym challenge and being one of his pupils it doesn’t feel right to stick this kid with even more work considering she’s a dex holder  so mariannes his best bet , even though they're only acquainted at the time they share a mutual acquaintance in serena at least . it's mutually beneficial in a sense , if marianne can't use mega then she's going to be at a disadvantage in the contest circuit ( i hc that contests are similar to ORAS in kalos hehe ) her ' job ' would be to monitor the behavioural changes in her pokemon after rehearsals and performances as well as their general health and wellbeing . there'd be weekly or biweekly ' check ups ' at the lab for more thorough analysis but these ' reports ' are more casual to fit both their schedules also , it's a good excuse to go out for him to go out for coffee considering he's so busy . but they're not dates , don't be silly . . . ( /hj he doesn't intend it to be . . but . . ) anway ! to actually answer your question now ( i'm soso sorry i can talk for aages they live in my head rent free 24/7 ; ) once he proposes this to her at the lab ( it's like on a weekend so nobody's there ) and gives her a list of pokemon that can mega she notices the only one that can is benched because of her accident in the unova circuit reasons and she goes ' umm , i don't really have any on this list at the moment ' and augustine is kind of stumped because this meeting is now way shorter than he expected it to be so he goes ' oh , that's ok . . well let's go out for coffee instead ' ( not those exact words ofc ) because

a.) she's not super familiar with lumiose and having a kind of ' guide ' might be helpful

b.) atp he knows she's a bit of a reserved person and the few times they've met he hasn't seen her with any friends so that's mildly concerning

c.) if they're eventually going to work together he should know her a bit better and

d.) she's piqued his curiosity honestly marianne's very bad at saying no especially on the spot so as nervous as this makes her she agrees , for similar reasons too . this person's offering her an advantage in her career so it'd be rude to say no , wouldn't it ? so they go to soleil ( because taking a shy girl to your best friends cafe on your first outing seems like a really bad idea ) and he offers to pay and she protests and there's that cliche back and forth about who's going to pay that makes the barista a bit ticked off ( people pleasers , the both of them ) and it takes her a bit to open up but he's genuinely enthused when it comes to learning about people . so eventually she does crack a little bit , especially when the topic of coffee comes up . she used to be a barista in castelia and coffee is his passion so that's their jumping off point . after that they both surprise each other with just how similar they are ! they talk about their thoughts on self expression ( he asks about her career ) and just how important it is and their energy just gels . they end up almost gushing to each other about their thoughts and beliefs , which is something she hasn't done in ages since she's been alone for quite a while so it makes her so so happy . he didn't expect this to come out of someone like her and she didn't expect someone primarily invested in research to share her beliefs and ideas . afterwards she feels bad that she's talked primarily about herself but still . . . it feels good and honestly ? that's kind of exactly what he was hoping for and he's pretty happy himself . they both are ig , more than they'd thought they would ! she definitely goes home and screams into a pillow about how embarrasing she was tho ehhehehe

[bitchinbarzal]

LULU’S MONTH OF

LOVE 💌

it's the month of love!

this prompt list has the same rules as normal, if you're not familiar please recap below;

when requesting please send in the full prompt and not just the number. this makes it easier for me, the writer. if you don't do this and just send the number your request will be deleted no questions asked.

you can find my list of who I write for here or you can send in for AU’s 💌 👼🏼

1. "I used to hate this holiday a much before I met you"

2. cheesy valentines proposal

3. "I knew these were your favorite flowers, so I had to get them for you"

4. "I don't need anything material, I just want a whole day to have you by my side and celebrate our love"

5. "really can't think of anything more romantic than officially dating my favorite person on this day"

6. "She's my tiny valentines!"

7. "He's my tiny valentines!"

8. "I haven't gotten a valentine's card since elementary school, but wow, this was my first real one"

9. Valentine's Day baby

10. "I love you so much for this but I am not cleaning up all these scattered petals later"

11. "is proposing on this day a bit too cheesy? look at the ring I got them, though"

12. "it's my first time having someone to celebrate valentine's day with. that makes it extra special!"

13. "in my defense, they didn't have a smaller teddy bear in stock. hope you have some space in your bedroom"

14. " promise it's a nice thing. just close your eyes and don't cheat!"

15. "it's so nice being able to call you my valentine"

16. "valentine's cards aren't outdated, right? it's something everywould would like to receive, right?"

17. "good morning! do you know what day it is today? по? well, guess you're in for a surprise, then"

18. "yes. yes, I'll be your valentine!"

19. "have the people who make these cheesy movies seen how real people spend valentine's day?"

20. "if we're gonna pretend to be a couple, you need to let me get you a bouquet at least. it's february 14th!"

21. "It's Valentines day today?"

22. "I made dinner reservations." "So did I. Surprise?"

23. "Supri- oh shit you're not [name]?

24. "There are flowers on the doorstep." "Who from?" "| think that you have a secret admirer."

25. "So is that a yes?"

26. "Hey, the movies made this look so easy!"

27. "You told me you wanted cliche, so I got you a teddy bear."

28. 'Im sorry, but have you ever looked in a mirror?'

29. Post-it-notes

30. "I've been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you're going to look so good and I need to try and match up."

31. "Your lips are really warm."

32. "Why are you holding a blindfold?"

33. "This isn't how I pictured our first Valentine's day."

34. "You don't think you went maybe a bit overboard?"

35. "This reminded me of you."

36. "I never thought driving around could be romantic"

37. "do you love me or chocolate more?"

38. "Will you be my Valentine…forever"

39. "hi, my love."

40. "come on, we're going to be late!"

41. "you're so prettv..."

42. "well don't you look nice."

43. "how did you manage to do all of this?"

44. "whatever you want, it's yours."

45. "i must have done something amazing to deserve someone like you."

46. "you made this?"

47. " this our what? third year celebrating together?"

48. "you're beautiful."

49. " know you don't like chocolate so...i have enough conversation hearts to last us three months."

50. "you guys make me sick."

51. "we get it. you're in love. go make out over there or something..."

52. "be my valentine?"

53. "if you don't hurry up and ask them out, i will"

54. Taking your daughter on her first valentines date

55. "Wanna get a coffee with me?"

56. "Have dinner with me. Tonight."

57. "Do you want your present or not?"

58. "I guess we'll just have to share the bed."

60. "Don't tempt me."

61. "Admit it, there's something between us."

62. "I'm your secret admirer."

63. "Don't give me that look."

64. "Wait. Is this a date?"

65. "Wanna bet on it?"

66. "Come on... you know you want me."

67. "I need to tell you something."

68. "Can I kiss you?"

69. "Something tells me that you have a crush on me."

70. "You know you can't resist me."

71. "How can someone be so hot yet so clueless?"

72. "Any excuse to get me to undress, huh?"

73. "I'm in love you with you, you idiot!"

74. "In your dreams, darling."

75. "You know I'm a romantic at heart."

76. "This is the best day ever."

77. "You scrub up pretty well."

78. "Hey! You're on my side of the bed."

79. "I have a surprise for you."

80. "See? I can play nice sometimes."

81. "Please, don't leave."

82. "I don't believe you."

bitchinbarzal

83. "I'm not going anywhere, don't worry."

84. "Will you please just talk to me?"

85. "I didn't mean to upset you."

86. "Don't think I haven't noticed how you look at me."

87. "You're obviously in love with me."

88. "I think you're my favourite person in the entire world."

89. "Damn, you look incredible."

90. "Let's get you out of those wet clothes."

91. "This is... unexpected."

92. "Have you told anyone about us?"

93. "Let's make it official."

94. "Are you wearing a suit?"

95. "Your boyfriend/girlfriend/partner doesn't need to know about this."

[rattoes420]

For otp! You know it, I know it, you're gonna do it eventually, JERIC

All of em⁉️ alright bet I’m deranged like that

1. Who most initiates PDA?

Eric obvi

2. Any sleep habits either had to get used to?

Eric prob sleeps weird, I’m not elaborating on that, and I think jacks the type of mf who needs to be at a certain level of comfort at night or else he’ll die, he’s willing to let some things pass but not much

3. Jealousy issues?

Yea y’all saw witches of pennbrooke

4. What’s a Night Out for them?

They’ve got range, shits anywhere from nice restaurant to club to breaking into mr Feeny’s car

5. What’s an evening in for them?

Watching films, eating shitty food and being gay and stupid

6. Double Date? Thoughts? Who?

Jeric double date with Rachel and whatever bitch they try and set her up with real (also I’m pushing lesbian Rachel)

7. Do they want (have) kids?

Yea :)))

8. Have an AU thought?

I’ve got a boy meets world remake in my mind and heart (and google docs) if that counts, but so far I haven’t come up with any of my lil batshit completely disconnected shit yet

9. If they got engaged… who proposed?

Jack,,,,

10. How do they deal with the other’s family?

I feel like jack would kinda wanna impress Alan and Amy but overall he gets along with them and like,,, Shawn likes Eric and that’s all that rly matters

11. What is their love language?

Both prob mostly quality time but Eric also probably physical touch

12. How are their communication skills?

Average? I feel like Eric is kinda defined BY his emotional intelligence so that helps but they’ve got their issues (specifically cause of the time gap thing)

13. A little personal… but… Hot and Steamy or Soft and Tender?

Haven’t thought too much about this and if I’m being real idk if I wanna

14. How did they first meet?

K that one is just canon, shoutout to Cory for introducing them, he is a real supporter of the lgbtq+ community

15. Why do they like each other?

They both kinda bring something to each other that they themselves don’t have so they kinda balance each other out and bring out the best in each other because of that, I think that’s kinda why they like each other???? Cause of the differences and new perspectives and shit idk

17. Morning rituals?

Thinking about adult jeric, y’all they have real jobs now and Eric probably has to get up early as fuck, I doubt he’s at all functional when he first gets up, my guy is like “five more minutes” when he’s literally a senator, jack probably read some article once about the healthiest morning routine and has tried to abide by that ever since

18. Evening rituals?

Mfs watch tv and films till one of them falls asleep and I really believe that

19. How are they at parties or gatherings?

Jacks mostly cool and normal, Eric makes things fucking crazy/pos

20. Most cuddly?

ericericeric

21. Movie Night?

Of course they do that shit, oh to be a fly on the wall well they decide to watch a horror film 😔😔😔

22. Who is the photo bug?

Prob Eric but I could see it being jack

23. How well do they know each other’s favorite foods?

Pretty well probably they literally live together (side note but Eric’s either the type of mf to eat like three different type of foods with very little variety or the type of mf to have a new food he’s obsessed with every other week no I’m not elaborating)

24. What do their texts look like?

Adult jeric time :)))) jack has that stereotypical old man texting style, Eric does that weird thing my grandma does where it’s like “congrats on the show today🏄‍♀️🌈🍰”

25. Parenting style?

Dude Eric would literally be such a good dad, fun parent, Eric Matthews be my dad challenge, I think Jack might be worried about fucking up but overall I think he’s do a good job, he’d make sure that kid didn’t die

26. If they have kids, who named them? What would they name them?

I’m not entirely sure?

27. Who brings home an illegal pet?

Eric if either of them (Eric’s not rly a pet guy and jack has a hard enough time taking care of himself)

28. Who takes the longest getting ready to leave?

I’m not sure, this could go either way

29. Who said I Love You, first?

I like the idea of it being jack but it was prob Eric

30. When did they realize they loved each other?

Eric was prob during witches of pennbrooke cause,,,, I love that episode and I like the implications of it,,,, jack I legit think was probably after the end of the series but before girl meets world (I mostly like to think this cause it makes me sad 👍)

[tastyykpop]

jeno extra filthy degradation please 😭

ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ

Pairings: jeno x reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: dom/sub themes, degradation, brat!reader, brat tamer!jeno, spanking, fingering, eating out, overstimulation

you were annoying

that was as simple as jeno could make it. he found you absolutely insufferable. and the countless of times you've opened your mouth to make a stupid comment was like nails on a chalkboard.

sure you were pretty and kind to others but not very much to him. you were rude, cocky, and persistent, it was your way of getting his attention. and to say it worked was an understatement, you were on jenos mind 24/7. no matter where, when, or who he was with, he could only think about you. of course, you were the same, but that's because you've had a crush on him since trainee days and almost everyone in SM knew.

jeno knew.

since you worked at SM as a stylist, it was easy to get closer to jeno and work your magic everyday. you were blatant with every touch, every shameless sentence that entailed more then it should, he couldn't quite ignore it either or tell you to shut up. seriously, it doesn't work.

you're a brat, he would say to himself, nothing more than a brat that doesn't know her place.

which in this case, he was correct.

but to him, your behavior was easy to change. he's noticed how you've drawn blanks when he interrogates you on your behavior, how you downplay your wrongs to see him try and hold back his longing to make you submit. it was a game to you clearly, but jeno wanted to beat it.

so how did you end up under jeno so soon in the practice room?

well, the group had been preparing for a dance practice video and you and a few other stylists were called in to help get them prepare for the camera. jeno was trying his best to stay low and out of your sight. it didn't work, but it was worth a shot.

"happy to see me?"

jenos eyes rolled, "I'd be happy if I saw death staring at me in the eyes." he began walking away until you grabbed his arm, making him put his hands over his face.

"dont be like that." you push his hands away now seeing jenos annoyed face. "be lucky you're not stuck with someone else. at least I make your life more interesting.

"interesting or frustrating? I think you've got your words mixed up."

you began applying a light foundation on jenos skin, taking in his angelic features before realizing what he said, "impactful I must say. I know you love me, jeno."

jeno makes a face in disgust pushing your hand away from his face, "youre not my type."

"I dont know. chenle told me otherwise...."

"youre a brat."

"and you're close-minded."

"close- you-"

"done. now go dance and make some fangirls or boys scream." you don't bother turning around as you walk towards the back of the dance practice out of the cameras view.

jeno, somewhat red in the face, stood in his starting position for the choreography, you couldnt help but stare at him in awe. hes gorgeous, you can't lie about that. and the way he moved once the music started playing made you feel different. maybe it was your crush on him, but you heated up very quickly while watching him. other staff members weren't paying as close attention on the boys as you were, only their phones caught their mind. you didn't mind, but damn did they not see how hot jeno was when dancing?

sweaty and out of breath, the boys took a break to get a drink of water.

"you did well- you all did actually." handing jeno a bottle of water, he stared between the thing in your hand and you before taking it and chugging the whole bottle. "but I think mark was the one who stood out to me the most."

"what?"

"mhm. mark was very fluid in his footsteps and his movements were clean and precise. a good dancer I must say."

there's something up. you were staring at him the whole time and he knew it, he danced harder just because you were watching. how could you have seen mark when all you did was stare at jeno?

"and hes cute too. surely he's got a bunch of girls and boys ready to throw themselves at him. I would too, he's absolutely perfect."

jeno balled his fist. what game are you trying to play? "you're testing me." he may not like you, or maybe he did, but something about you talking about someone else like that sparked jealousy in him.

"good. maybe you'll do something about it." you put a hand on his chest, jenos heart pounding fast as you came closer and whispered, "I bet you won't. all bark no bite. pathetic if you ask me."

"youre gonna regret your words if you keep speaking."

"oh really," you leaned back, his eyes pierced your curious ones with a sense of fury and annoyance, "and what are you gonna do? spank me?"

just like that jeno pulled you out of the room and into another practice room. he pulled a chair out from the corner and pulled you over his knee.

"jeno, I was just kid-"

he spanked you hard over and over and over again as you wailed and wrapped a tight hand around jenos ankle for support. each spank was painful and to the point unbearable, yet jeno didn't back down. not after he felt he could break you now.

each time his hand made contact with your ass, felt like he was letting loose all the pent up anger you caused him over the past months you've been working here. for him, it was hell. no matter what people would say to you about him did not dictate his feelings about you. right now, he hated you and needed to let that burning passion out by spanking you. jeno wanted you to feel the hell he endured when around you. sure enough, you were feeling it, crying and sobbing on his thigh like an idiot.

you didn't fight back even though you proposed that you hated it. your body seemed to like it more then you thought.

"youre a pest!" he landed another hard hit, "an annoying pest who needs to learn when to shut the fuck up. now apologize."

"no!" you winced at another hit, squirming- no more like trying to grind on his lap because of how painfully wet you've become in just minutes.

"apologize." he repeated.

"you're- you're an idiot if you think I'll give up!"

jeno stripped you of your pants and panties, "its cute listening to little sluts like you thinking they have power over someone much stronger then them. it must be tiring thinking youre charge." he taunted before spanking you again, this time the impact was far greater and almost caused you to scream before jeno clasped a hand over your mouth. with the same hand, he pushed you off his lap and on the floor, leaving your lower half bare for him to see.

you were a pretty sight, a mess to say the least, but jeno loved that. finally seeing you disheveled with tears leaking down your cheeks, he thought of you as his little crybaby. he tried his hardest not to take a picture.

"don't think I didnt notice how your wet cunt leaked all over my thigh" he began, "do you really get off to being put in your place, slut? is that why we're here right now?"

"d-dont be so full of y-yourself."

"oh? but your dripping all over the practice floor, how could i not." jenos lips were close to your heat, teasing you with his eyes and tongue as he glided it just above where you wanted him.

you had nothing to say, yet your eyes told him everything. told him just how you'd defy him any chance youd get only to make him more upset. it wouldn't be fun if your goal wasn't to piss him off.

jeno kept his tongue away from your most needed area, his lips kissing anything but your dripping heat as you bucked your hips into his face. jenos hands would push your hips down and back his face away frowning at your behavior and returning to what he was previously doing. you weren't done though, since he was holding your hips, you grabbed his hair and forced his head where you needed him. his tongue inside you was far from good, it was amazing. and though you realized jeno wasn't pushing your hand away, you pushed and pulled his hair as you kept his head in place so he couldn't stop.

the long strides and the smooth rhythm he had was enough to make you arch against the floor, gasping and calling out his name far to loudly for his liking. but with watchful eyes and a steady tongue, he shamelessly enjoyed it yet he had to be aware of the people in the building. one loud moan and someone would sure walk in to see what's up.

so jeno swatted your hand away from his head and lifted up with a frown. he liked the frightened look on your face as he leaned closer and closer, "if you're this much of a slut for people to hear us, we might as well have just stayed where everyone else was."

"thats hot." you stated blankly, jenos eyebrow raised before realizing how far gone you practically were, with how big and dilated your eyes are. "w-wait no! I'll stay quiet I promise."

"No you wont." jeno got up and grabbed your underwear that layed on the floor, then shoved it in your mouth allowing you to taste yourself. "stay quiet, fucktoy."

"fucktoy?- oh fuck!" you mumbled into your panties as his fingers protruded inside you. at least you were quieter this time.

"tell me when youre about to cum." he said just above a whisper as he watched you slip further and further into bliss. the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head with each skillful thrust from jenos fingers made his cock grow harder each second. you were so hot, so damn beautiful as you moaned into the panties like a little bitch. jeno loved it too much to say he hated you.

"feels good- f-feels so good, j-jeno." you said quietly into the panties. it was getting harder and harder for you to keep silent as he began rubbing your clit like a desperate man, hungry for your cum. but you did your best keeping low.

you grinded against on his hand, inching closer and closer to what you believed to be your orgasm. clentching tightly around jenos fingers you gasped and spat your panties out, "jeno! i-im gonna-

"cum, fucktoy." he insisted, never removing his fingers from your wet hole as a white substance spilled out. he kept going, in and out, in and out as you clamped a hand over your mouth. so much sensitivity and his fingers were still going.

"stop i-i can't take it!" you found his wrist and tightly held it as you attempted to pull him out.

"youre gonna take this like a good bitch until I want to stop." he said right as your second orgasm washed through you.

too much. you could barely think straight and even tried pulling your hips back but his fingers followed.

too sensitive. you could barely breathe because of the overwhelming sensitivity. yet in a twisted way, it felt good in a strange way. maybe it was the pain of cumming over and over or how jeno worked his fingers. either way, you could feel another one building up.

"please, please, please." you cried hoping for the end, but there was no way jeno was stopping.

"apologize and this will be your last one." He stuck his fingers deeper, if that were possible, and watched you squirm trying to find words to say, but all that came out was drool. "disgusting whore." you slapped him in the face for that.

"I-i am not sor-sorry!"

"im not playing these games anymore. say you're sorry."

jeno growled, deeper and deeper he went and faster and faster he goes before your third orgasm of the day came. your legs shook and your grip got tighter but still to no avail did he stop.

you were very persistent on making jeno angry before, but now you seemed to have started rethinking that apology. "im sorry."

"for?"

"for being rude to you!" you legs shook again and that feeling in your stomach was back, "i-im sorry jeno, but p-please I can't take it!"

he did it. he broke you. and with that he finally pulled his fingers away letting all your cum out.

you cried softly, still a shaking mess from the orgasms and jeno, well he didn't care all too much but he knew he probably shouldn't be too harsh with you about now. so he gently took you in his arms, sitting your bare bottom right on his lap as he rocked you slowly.

"im never leaving after this." you say slowly, "and I know you don't hate me either, I can feel your boner against my ass."

jeno pinches your arm and shushes you. god, you were a pest and maybe youre right. maybe he doesn't hate you like he proclaimed he did. maybe he did enjoy this session in the practice room, but he won't ever say it. not because he's afraid to admit it, but because he doesn't want you to rub it in his face.

[firehouseonechicago]

One Chicago & 9-1-1 Prompt List

Hello everyone! I’m currently running low on ideas and thought a prompt list might help me get some inspiration. Requests are currently open, but they may take some time as my uni semester is starting back up again soon, but feel free to choose more than one prompt, and request away! 

The characters I write for are listed below:

|| Connor Rhodes || Will Halstead || Ethan Choi || Matthew Casey || Kelly Severide || Brian Zvonecek || Blake Gallo || Jay Halstead || Antonio Dawson || Adam Ruzek || Evan Buckley || Eddie Diaz || Howard Han || Bobby Nash ||

1. “You can’t just pretend like nothing happened”

2. “I can’t believe I listened to you”

3. “Is this...like a date?”

4. “I’m not letting you go in there alone”

5. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you”

6. “You can’t bribe me with pizza and wine, but nice try though”

7. “You know, when you told me that you were crashing on my couch, I kind of expected you to help out around my apartment”

8. “I’m so lucky to have you in my life”

9. “Don’t you dare scare me like that again...I almost lost you”

10. “You do realise that you owe me one, right?”

11. “Stay with me, I’m going to get you out of here alright?”

12. “You look absolutely gorgeous”

13. “You might think that you run this place, but I’m afraid you’re wrong”

14. “You’re not doing this to me again. The last time you got me involved, I had to pretend to be your girlfriend to make her jealous”

15. “You know, sometimes I think you’re just using me for my good looks and charm”

16. “I just want one romantic night, just the two of us”

17. “I can’t believe you”

18. “Are you sure you packed everything? You know how fussy my parents can be”

19. “Wait, are asking me out on a date?”

20. “Carnivals have never really been my thing, clowns always give me the creeps”

21. “Look I appreciate your concern, but I am completely fine. I am okay, so stop worrying about me”

22. “Stop trying to pretend that you are okay, because I know you’re not”

23. “You’re so adorable when you put your mind to something”

24. “Right now? Here? What if we get caught?”

25. “Are you okay? You don’t look so well”

26. “Come on, let’s go for a romantic getaway somewhere”

27. “He loves you, so don’t give up hope”

28. “Can we just cuddle? I need you”

29. “Are you sure about this? I don’t think this looks good on me”

30. “Look, I like you okay? It hurts to see you with her, and I just thought that I might as well get this off my chest because I’ve been meaning to say it for a while”

31. “You did all this for me? You’re so sweet”

32. “I’m fine, it’s just a small cut” “That’s a lot of blood for a small cut”

33. “Come on, give me a chance”

34. “Am I....are you?”

35. “Because I love you, and I want you to be happy”

36. “Wait, what are you doing? Oh my god, are you proposing to me?!”

37. “Are you happy?” “I am the happiest I have ever been”

38. “Let’s play twenty questions. You ask me a question, I ask you a question, it’s a way to get to know each other”

39. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

40. “You broke my heart, and all you can say is sorry?”

41. “Stop laughing at me, it was an accident”

42. “Don’t look at me, I’m a mess”

43. “My life is so messed up right now, I just...I don’t want to mess us up”

44. “I came back because I love you, and I made a mistake”

45. “This weekend is going to be the best”

46. “Wanna bet on it? First to make the Captain blush, and the loser has to take the winner on a date” 

47. “You can’t look at me like that and not expect me to kiss you”

48. “My knight in shining armour” “Oh it was a spider, calm down”

49. “You didn’t have to wait up for me”

50. “A birthday party without a cake! That is a sin!”

51. “I can’t wait to introduce you to everyone as my wife”

52. “I’m pregnant, not crippled”

53. “We’re not talking about this here”

54. “Please just give me some space, otherwise I’m going to have a panic attack”

55. “He’s sleeping, do you really want to wake him up?”

56. “So what if I butt-dialled you when I was drunk? You cheated on me and I was at a low point in my life”

57. “I feel like I need a good cry, some wine, and ice cream. I feel like that will make me feel better”

58. “You don’t get to blame that on me, our relationship falling apart wasn’t my fault!”

59. “You are more than enough for me, you know that”

60. “I swear, I have no idea how that got there”

61. “What did I do to deserve you?”

62. “I’ll meet you at that new Italian place at seven. Remember, you owe me”

63. “I know, but they are only here for the weekend. We just have to tough it out. I promise I’ll make it up to you”

64. “Oh god, I feel like my head is about to explode. We shouldn’t have done that”

65. “Why do I have to give your parents the tour?” “Because they love you, and it would mean the world to me if you had to face the brunt of their insults and not me”

66. “Not in front of the children, please”

67. “I can’t do this, I’m not ready to be a mother”

68. “I’m already the mother of an entire firehouse, are you sure you want another kid to raise?”

69. “Oh, I’ve cried in here hundreds of times. You just happened to catch me, that’s all”

70. “You and I need to figure out what the hell is going on between us, because we both know that this means more to us than just a fling”

71. “Remind me never to leave you unsupervised again”

72. “That last call, it just...it just really took it out of me, you know?”

73. “Contrary to popular belief and my current profession, I don’t like hospitals”

74. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “.....I’m not answering that question”

75. “Okay, you’re going to the hospital”

76. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. I’m sorry”

77. “It’s been a rough day, how about some ice cream and movies? Your pick”

78. “It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it”

79. “I’m good at my job. If you can’t handle that, then maybe you should just keep your opinions to yourself”

80. “I was never good enough for you, was I?”

81. “Did you ever think that maybe I liked you like that too?”

82. “I never told you because I was scared” “Scared of what?” “I don’t know, how about rejection? Embarressment? The fact that every other girl you have dated is perfect and I’m not?”

83. “For once, just focus on yourself and stop thinking about everyone else. It’s okay to be selfish every once in a while”

84. “I’m sorry, this is awkward. I just needed you to know before-” “Before what?” “Before you make a mistake”

85. “I’m tired of going out of my way just to get you to notice me”

86. “You’ll be the death of me one day, I swear”

87. “Sometimes I think that I don’t deserve you”

88. “Considering our history, I think we’re ready to move forward with our relationship”

89. “Hey, you’re an hour late. What’s going on?” “This is going to sound really stupid, but...I’m stuck in my bathroom”

90. “You have no idea how much I love you”

91. “Please, I said I was sorry. Please stop with the silent treatment, I can’t take it anymore”

92. “How do you manage to lose an entire human being!? He was right there!”

93. “Oh no, no we’re not done discussing this!”

94. “I’m sorry, you did what?”

95. “What would you ever do without me?” “I would probably be in a heap on the floor without you”

96. “I have wanted to do that for so long”

97. “You say one thing, and they say another. Who exactly am I meant to believe?”

98. “Oh no. When I propose to you, it will be the most magical night of your life”

99. “I uh...we were just-” “I was checking her blood preassure!”

100. “Nice one, that was real smooth”

[mgg-theprettiestboy]

the best part

matthew gray gubler x fem!reader

request: a fluffy mgg blurb where you propose to him and he’s like :O

fluFF

in which you finally pop the question

warnings: cursing, mentions/insinuation of sex

It had to be special. You were a pretty impatient person, but for this, you took your time to plan every last detail. It didn’t have to be absolute perfection, you knew that. But you wanted it to be special. Memorable.

So of course, if you were going to propose to your boyfriend, you had to do it on Halloween. You knew Matthew was a little bummed out that Halloween wouldn’t be as exciting this year because of restrictions in place, but you were set on making it a good day for him. Starting with breakfast in bed, you then dragged him out to a pumpkin patch to pick some to carve. As if your house wasn’t already covered in gourds already. But a few more wouldn’t hurt.

Then you set off to an orchard, where you could pick your own apples and make your own cider. All while wearing masks, of course. You even got to take a few loose apples home afterwards, which is why you were now both in the kitchen, making an apple pie. Well, you were. Matthew was just stealing apple chunks and eating them while you tried not to chop his fingers off. 

“I think I should quit and become a brewer,” he hummed in thought as he glanced over to the bottles of cider you guys had brought him. He was sat on the counter, swinging his legs like a kid. You smiled over at him as you put the top on the pie, “oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I did a damn good job. And you did alright as well, I suppose,” he glanced over to you with a cheeky smile. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, moving to put the pie in the oven, “wow, thanks.”

He laughed, before hoping off the counter and moving to wrap his arms around you, “but on a more serious note, baby... thank you. You really made this Halloween special, despite all the crazy shit going on. Thank you.”

“You deserve it,” you hummed, and he grinned, before leaning down and capturing your lips with his. It was one of those kissed that made you want to melt, a kiss that just had such an overwhelming feeling of love. You whined whenever he pulled back, making him laugh and kiss you again.

“What are we gonna do for dinner?” He hummed against your lips, and you smiled softly, ‘hmm, I don't know. What would you like?”

“You,” he mumbled, before kissing you deeply again. You couldn’t help but giggle into the kiss, “you can’t eat me.” He pulled back from the kiss, brows raised, “you wanna bet?

Thirty minutes later

“The pie’s gonna be burnt!” You huffed as you ran into the kitchen to turn off the oven. Matthew scoffed, following you, “that was the last thing on your mind about sixty seconds ago.”

“So help me god, Matthew,” you grumbled, but you were smiling. Luckily, the apple pie wasn’t burnt... well, it was golden brown. Definitely crispy.

“I’ll make dinner,” Matthew kissed your head before going to the fridge. You began to protest, which he knew you would do, so he was quick to press his lips against yours to silence you, “no arguing. You planned out an amazing day for us, the least I could do is cook dinner. Go put on the tv and pour yourself a glass of wine.”

You grinned and kissed him quickly, before pouring yourself a glass of red wine and going to the living room to do as he said. You weren’t usually one to follow orders, but when he used a certain kind of voice, you really didn’t have a choice.

“How does chicken stirfry sound?” He called from the kitchen, and you sighed happily at the thought of it. This was something you could get used to. And if tonight went well, then you would be.

“Sounds amazing. Anything you cook is always amazing,” you called back, flicking through the channels on the tv before settling on old sitcom reruns. Feeling cozy, you moved from the sofa so you could light the fire. Since it was November at midnight, it was understandably cold, so the small wood burning stove would help keep you warm, and plus, it adds to the whole cozy feeling.

“We’re having dinner a lá couch tonight, milady,” he sat beside you on the couch, handing you a plate as you smiled, “sounds good to me. This smells amazing.”

You pecked his cheek, before quickly digging into your dinner. As the night moved on, you felt like you were gonna lose your dinner, as you grew more and more nervous about popping the question. You were never really one to stick to tradtion and definitely not the rules, but neither was Matthew. Still, you asked his mom for permission to marry him. Cheesy, yes, but in reality you just wanted an excuse to tell her that you were planning on doing it, and to get her help to pick out a ring.

“What’s on your mind?” Matthew asked softly as he played with your hair. Dinner had been finished, and now you both sat, cozied up on the couch with the fire roaring, and your head on his shoulder. You sighed softly, before smiling, “honestly, you.”

“Me?” You could hear the smile in his voice, “what about me?”

“Everything about you. You occupy my mind, 24/7, 365 days a year. You’re the best part of my life, Matthew. God, I’m so ridiculously in love with you.”

His other arm wrapped around you, hugging you so tightly you thought you were gonna break. “I love you too, pretty girl. More than you’ll ever know. More than I can ever put into words.”

“I should’ve planned this out better,” your mouth spoke your thoughts before your brain could shut you up. He pulled back to look at you, “hmm? Plan what?”

“This,” you wriggled out of his hold, sitting on your knees beside him as you pulled out a ring, “this is as close as you’ll get to me getting down on one knee, cause that shit is corny.”

His smiled slowly began to grow again, “Y/N... are you for real? Are you really...?”

“Proposing to you? Yes. Which I know is backwards, or whatever, cause I’m the girl. But who cares? I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and, well, I was tired of you sitting around on your ass and figured that one of us should make the first step,” you smiled, making him grin as he leaned in and kissed you slowly. He pulled back after a minute, and before you could say anything, he got up off the sofa and walked away.

You couldn’t help but raise a brow, “well that’s not a good sign.”

You watched him crouch down beside the fireplace, and from one of the many nooks and crannies in the house, he pulled out a small box, before returning to beside you. You scoffed a laugh as you saw the ring in the box, “you’re joking.”

“Halloween is more my thing, and I know how much you love Christmas, so I figured I would do it closer to then. I’m kinda glad you did it before I could, because I would have royally fucked up. And you made this the best day ever,” he said. You leaned over and kissed him passionately, somehow ending up on his lap whilst you two locked lips.

You pulled back, breathless, but grinning like a fool, “well, not to be hasty, but I’m gonna need an answer. Matthew Gray Gubler, will you marry me?”

His grin made the butterflies in your stomach flutter, smiling as he pecked your lips and responded, “absolutely, Y/N Y/L/N..... hmm, Y/N Gubler... that’s something I can get used to.”

You giggled as he pulled you closer, and you held out the ring to him, “I think you mean Matthew Y/L/N.”

Matthew slid the ring on, before taking your hand and sliding on the ring he bought got you, “honestly, I would be fine with that. I don’t really care. I’ll do whatever makes you happy. Whatever makes the world know you’re mine.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugging him tightly, as he nuzzled his face into your neck, “you’re so sweet. God, I love you.”

“I love you more,” he mumbled, and you ran a hand through his hair, “not fair. I love you most.”

“Nope. I love you most,” he grumbled, pulling back to look up at you. You folded your arms and looked down at him, “no. I said it first.”

“Too bad. My love outbids yours,” he shrugged, and you gasped, “no it doesn’t.”

“Yeah it does,” he sighed nonchalantly, smirking slightly up at you. You scoffed, “prove it.”

Famous last words.

[supremeinlilac]

A Winter Surprise

Prompt: Something like where reader is an airline pilot and they haven't seen each other in a long time due to reader's work. So reader is coming home for the Christmas holidays and goes to pick up Cordelia from the academy in her pilot uniform coming straight from the airport. Maybe the people there don't know about reader so they're hella confused.

Reader takes Cordelia to Switzerland or somewhere else snowy to celebrate intimate Christmas together. Maybe the reader proposes there? Could you add some snowy walks, hand holding and window shopping and something else hella mushy and sweet? Like Cordelia has hearts for eyes 24/7.

Pairing: Cordelia Goode x Reader

Word Count: 4725

PART 2 HERE

A/n: Thank you once again for this AMAZING prompt!! I loved writing it, and I think it turned out even better the 2nd time lmaoo :) anyway this is going to have only 2 parts because I ran away with myself but I decided to merge the first 2 parts into this one lololol, the second part is a little soft smut because why not.

Also, I really haven’t proof read this, so please let me know if I’ve accidently left a note to myself in this haha. Anyway, I hope this is okay <33

You loved your job wholeheartedly, there was no denying that. It gave you room to experience everything you wanted, from travelling to new places that you could explore on days off, to seeing different cultures and learning languages. Plus, the feeling of being above the line of clouds, watching the earth move slowly beneath you never failed to draw in a breath of admiration. It gave you so much perspective, and helped to keep you grounded, for lack of a better word. Seeing the world below you, so small in the grand scheme of things made you appreciate everything.

You missed your girlfriend selfishly though. Your work as a pilot meant you might have to go months without seeing her and feeling her soft touch. It meant you’d both be frustrated and lonely in these times; which was starting to put a massive strain on your relationship. You’d argue while together about your work schedule, prompting you to take more shifts which never helped in the long run.

Christmas was coming up and you’d not seen her since the start of November, having been mercilessly booked with flights that left you across the world from her. You had planned to surprise Cordelia at Christmas. Well, it was more than one surprise you had up your sleeve; but the first was returning two days early to collect her. Zoe and Mallory were in on your heist, fully committed to handling the school’s affairs for two days for Delia to up and leave.

At your arrival at the academy, girls’ eyes lingered on you as you walked up to the heavy front doors. You supposed they weren’t aware of your job, having only seen you in civilian clothing. Smiling at their confusion, you rang the doorbell, falling backwards slightly to wait. Madison opened the door after a few seconds, eyes widening at your uniform and giving a short whistle. “Damn girl, looking good!” she chided, eyes flicking down your smart navy uniform. Her lips tugged up at one side and she waved her hand so you could enter. “I bet Delia loves a woman in uniform.” She teased; smirk set on her face as she swatted the back of your slacks when you passed. “She’s in the kitchen, I’ll go and get here.”

“No don’t. I’ll find her.” You stopped her with a hand on her wrist, wanting to find your girlfriend yourself. Madison straightened up immediately, hand coming up to her face in a mock salute. “Yes Ma’am.” She spoke seriously, before giggling and pulling you into a hug.

“I’ve missed you Y/n. You have a good time with Cordy, kay?”

“Missed you too Madison.”

Watching her disappear up the stairs before turning and heading for the kitchen. Seeing Cordelia’s shadow on the wall as you approached, you smoothed down the lapels of your uniform and stood against the doorframe. Delia had her back to you, stirring a drink and swaying to the music from the radio. You watched her, waiting for a time when she’d put the mug down so you could make your presence known without the fear of her burning herself on the drink.

Clearing your throat, her head lifted and she turned quickly, gasp leaving her lips and a momentary shock making her freeze. Snapping out of her trance, Cordelia practically threw herself onto you, arms around your neck as she took in your familiar scent.

“You told me you weren’t coming back until Friday!” she accused, grip not faltering on you as you held each other. Her hands stroked your hair when she finally pulled away, just enough to allow you to still hold her.

“I managed to get off early, I thought I’d surprise you.” You smiled when she pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. Cordelia hummed in response, letting you know that she was most pleasantly surprised by your early return.

“Speaking of surprises… We’re going away for Christmas. I managed to pull some strings and get us some tickets” you started to dance with her, pulling her into a light rhythm as you laughed. “We’re going to Switzerland Delia!”

“A white Christmas?” She beamed at the vigorous nod of your head, head falling backwards and eyes closing, picturing the both of you in a warmly lit café by the snowy mountain.

“I love you and your surprises my dear.” She breathed, pulling you by the back of the neck into another kiss she spoke through the chaste kisses, “I’m glad- that- you’re- back.”

A group of the young girls came giggling into the kitchen, forcing you to part, blushing with your hands still together. They stopped when they saw you, silence falling over the space as they didn’t know what to do having interrupted your reunion. “Girls.” You spoke warmly to them, sensing their discomfort, and you pulled the Supreme behind you, past them.

Ascending the stairs to your shared room, you felt Cordelia’s gaze on your back, making you sway your hips slightly to tease.

“You look so good in that uniform baby girl.” She purred, eyes on your butt as you walked in front of her. A quick glance behind you saw the familiar glint of lust in your girlfriend’s eyes, and the smirk that painted her lips.

“But I think I still prefer what’s underneath.”

 You change into a favourite top of yours and jeans while Cordelia busied herself with packing on the bed beside you. She rambled about the happenings of the academy, everything you’d missed in your months absent, pausing on the packing when she’d reach an exciting bit, arms coming up to exaggerate the story.

You told her about the new countries you’d visited and which little romantic places you wanted to take her when she didn’t have so much business to care for anymore. You didn’t want to linger on the thought of what actually had to happen for the title of Supreme to be passed on; focusing instead on the beautiful places that you longed to take her, but probably never could.

After her initial shock of being offered a white Christmas abroad with you, her responsibility to the school ebbed her back into her senses. “But how am I going to run a school if we’re abroad?” she questioned, her perfectionism spiking as she started to worry, “not to mention my duties as Supreme. There’s just too much to think about. What if-” you’d cut off her upcoming rambling with a lengthy kiss, which she relaxed into; eventually giving in to you.

Describing how Zoe and Queenie had offered to run the school in her absence, insisting how competent they’d become and that Delia had helped form them into wonderful young ladies during their time at Miss Robichaux's. Myrtle had spoken to the board on your behalf, stating how Cordelia needed a break in order to be at her best for the order, and how this would be the best thing for everyone. She’d goaded at the men who’d disagreed, saying sarcastically that it was only for two weeks and if they couldn’t control things for that amount of time then they should rethink their position there.

Closing her case with a snap of the clasps, she smiled, having made up her mind. “It is only two weeks.” She agreed with a nod of her head, sliding up to you and tilting her head. “But we can do a lot together in that time” she kissed you, hands at your waist and a glint in her eyes before walking away. You whined at her pulling away, grasping at the fabric of her blouse.

“There’ll be plenty more time for that, sweetheart. Now where did I put my shoes?” She asked, squeezing your chin once before ducking to look under the bed. You picked up the shoes by the door and pushed them into her hands, lifting her case and wheeling it through the door.

Cordelia insisted on speaking to the older girls before you departed, quizzing them on the class rota and giving them a folder which she said contained detailed lists of what needed to be done, which some of the girls shared knowing glances at one another at. You had to practically pull her away lest she overwhelm the girls; or get too anxious over what may happen in her absence and decide it would be better to simply stay.

 On the plane Cordelia sat by the window and you beside her; you had the pleasure of such a view on a daily basis. The plane was relatively quiet for this time of year, almost half the seats remaining unoccupied as it took off, meaning you had the row empty, and where somewhat private.

“Why do you have a list of things you do everyday? When you do them everyday?” you grinned across at your organised Supreme who had opened a Sudoku puzzle and was staring at it with concentration, tongue poking out between teeth.

“You never know when your lady knight in shining armour is going to whisk you away on holiday, now, do you?” bumping her shoulder with yours, eyes still on the puzzle. “Helps to be organised, is all. And hey! It came in useful didn’t it?”

 Leaving the airport, you pulled your coat tighter around yourself, a shiver prickling over the exposed skin at your neck. The view was already breath taking, you heard Cordelia gasp next to you as she set her case on the ground and raised her head. The snowy mountains peaked in the distance over the buildings of the small city which held the airport. Everything was bright; blindingly so as the sun breamed onto the snow covering the house and pavements.

“It’s gorgeous, my love.”

“Just wait till we get to Zermatt, D.”

You’d booked a small cabin house in Zermatt, a quiet town in Switzerland that your co-worker had recommended. He’d said it was never too busy, which would make it perfect for your intimate winter trip with Cordelia that you’d gushed about. You took the single mountain train that took you into the town, faces pressed to icy windows at the views.

The train journey was short into the town, filled with surprised gasps and pointing out animals that passed. You let your head rest on Cordelia’s shoulder, fingers laced with hers as you both took in the passing snow topped trees and vast frozen lakes. After about 20 minutes of stretching mountains, the train pulled out to reveal your pretty little town of lights.

“There it is.” You pointed to Cordelia, and she let out a small noise at the sight of where you’d be staying. In the dusk of the evening, the town was illuminated by a warm orange glow of cabin house lights, mountains looming behind and enveloping the town in a calm nook of the valley. Pine trees scattered through the cabins, leading to a forest off to the side of the town, climbing into the mountains.

“It’s so beautiful. How did you know about this place?”

“My co-pilot, Mark, do you remember meeting him at that fancy Houston party?” Cordelia nodded, eyes still trained on the town we were now looming in on. “He saw me searching for places and recommended a few places that would be quiet. Said that it pays to be a pilot; you know about the most beautiful places that no one else does.”

 When you arrived at the cabin, giddy with excitement from the built up of the trip, Cordelia wasted no time with using her magic to transport your bags inside so that you could look around. The wooden floors creaked beautiful under foot, socks slipping slightly in your haste to see the rooms. There was a cosy living room with a fireplace and a note saying that wood had been stocked out the back, and soft sofa’s with plush red throws draped over the back. The kitchen was old fashioned with a wooden island, and the walls decorated with wintery scenic photography.

The house was warm, and through the door towards the back of the floor you were met with tiled flooring and large wooden beams covered in hanging fairy lights. The hot tub sat in the middle of the room, the ceiling a gaping glass sheet so you could look up to the sky, framed cinematically with snow dusted trees and the shimmering lights.

Cordelia called you back from your slight daze at the rooms, to follow her voice through to the bedroom. She was lazed on her side in the middle of the bed, seductively stroking the blanket and winking. You laughed at her antics, “we’ve only just got here D, you can’t always be in the mood.”

She grinned, sitting up and pulling you down to straddle her, bopping you on the nose and squeezing your cheeks. “For you, my darling. I am always in the mood.” You blushed, squirming on her lap before forcing yourself to move off her and grabbing her hand.

“Come on, you have to see in this room!” you voiced enthusiastically, practically dragging her after you in your hurry to show her what you’d found.

After having explored the cabin thoroughly you both showered, scrubbing off the feeling of travel from your bodies, before pulling warm clothes on and skipping out of the door with hands held to explore the small town under the hood of the afternoon, sky just beginning to darken as the sun dipped behind the mountains.

The town was so peaceful and warm, despite the snow, due to the glow of the lights and the eery lack of the quiet hum of traffic and bustling crowds. Houses looked too perfect with the undisturbed layer of snow that coated the rooves and painted a scene of perfect calm. You and Cordelia had your faces pressed against the glass of one of the small shops, watching a intricate wooden music box tinkling on the display stand, hands linked as she pulled you inside.

The tiny high street contained a small selection of these shops, selling little trinkets to the few tourists that found themselves inhabiting the cabins in winter. Cordelia had bought you a little pendant necklace with your birthstone embedded into, which she’d told you she’d get engraved back home with your initials. You couldn’t help but go back to the store the next day, alone under the guard of getting alcohol from the shop while she ran a bath, and purchasing her the same necklace with her own stone in. You thought she’d appreciate the notion that you both held something so close to your heart that the other also had next to theirs; a reminder that even when you were away for work, you’d always be there.

Eventually, you both found yourself in a cosy little café, nestled in the back in a two-person booth, warm in the glow of the wooden cabin. In an attempt to rid your bones of the deep chill that had settled throughout the day, you ordered steaming hot chocolates with cream and marshmallows. They’d come promptly, and you thanked the waitress before sinking your chin into your hands to stare admiringly at the woman opposite, only to find her in much a similar position, having been beaming, watching you interact with the serving staff.

Cupping the mug with both her hands, shoulders hunched under her chin, Cordelia sipped at the drink, leaving a small line of cream on her upper lip as she set it back down on the table. You smiled goofily at her, reaching to thumb the offending cream from her face, before setting it between her lips to clean off.

“You’re cute.”

“Says the one with a whipped cream moustache.”

You bickered playfully back and forth, feet kicking under the table as you sipped your hot chocolates and ate flapjacks. A warm fuzzy feeling settled in your stomach at the two of you simply relaxing and drinking together; you realised it had been a long time since you’d both been so carefree and without worry to just enjoy the others company.

 The morning sun shone onto the tracks left by your boots in the deep snow behind you, as you both trudged down the unkept pathway towards the secluded train stop. Excluding the small indents of a foxes paws; yours are the only prints that marred the otherwise perfect snow, creating the eery illusion that you were the first to have stepped foot there at all. Cordelia's hand found yours in your coat, fingers linked in the pocket of warmth in the surrounding freezing air. Wisps of condensation danced in front of you at every shivered exhale.

Snow fell peacefully around you as you both talked, speaking in hushed voices as if you would disturb the tranquility; like a pebble into a glassy pond. The sounds around you almost seemed muffled by the soft pillowy snow that enveloped the tree branches and make them bow towards the  ground. Delia gushed about how she'd never seen such beautiful views and how she couldn't get over waking up next to you and seeing the snow counted mountains in the distance out of the window.

You bit back the desire to reach down and pack the snow tightly into a ball, or fall backwards into the blanket and make a snow angel right there, smile wide as you’re returned to a childlike state of excitement and innocence in the presence of snow.

The red paint of the train peeked through the trees ahead of you, stark and conspicuous against the bright white of everything else. Cordelia let out an animated giggle as she set of towards the clearing, pulling you behind her with breathless mumbles of encouragement.

“Come on, what do we want? Front or back?”

The carriage seats were soft and plush as you settled against them, breath steamy against the cool glass when you pressed warm cheeks against it. It was peaceful, you were both among the silent few on the first train of the day that lead to the summit of the looming Gornergrat. The train rumbled beneath you as it became alive, shuddering as it slowly pulled away from the stop, wheels moaning in ached protest as it began its ascent.

Your fingers tingled at the change of temperature on the train, colour blooming back into paled cheeks at the comforting warmth. You both shed gloves and scarves to the seat opposite, hands brushing lingering snow from hats and shoulders as to avoid them melting and seeping invasively into cold clothes. The Supreme took your hand between hers, cupping it and bringing it to her face to blow warm air into her palms, rubbing the numbing cold feeling from one hand before repeating the action on the other.

Out of the window, you could see the rest of the train curl around the corner of the mountain in front of you, the drop into the valley below steep and dangerous just to the side of the track. Cordelia loved to look down into the vast space below, seeing the miniaturized trees and cabins, just the thought of the sheer height made your stomach clench uncomfortably and your head spin, clutching to your girlfriend’s hand. You knew that this feeling was irrational; you spent everyday up thousands of feet above the clouds, piloting planes, but then you had full control of the situation, knowing that nothing could go wrong. This was different.

It started to snow just before the train pulled up at the peak of the mountain, giant dancing snowflakes whirling through the air and turning the sky white with their abundance. You both shrugged hats and scarves back on and shoulders hunching protectively as the door swung open, leaving at the mercy of the elements outside.

Algid winds nipped sharply at your cheeks as you stepped off the train, spontaneous tears forming at the invasive breeze on your face. Cordelia’s hair whipped wildly around her face, only stilled slightly with her hat, framing her excited eyes as she turned to you, smile wide and hands up in the air as if reaching for the sky.

The snow was deep as you trekked the short distance towards the viewpoint, snowfall easing as you reached the edge, clearing the sky in front of you to reveal the clear views that spread before you. Cordelia reached the fencing first, turning to wave a hand to hurry you up and join her.

At the viewpoint, you both let collective gasps leave your lips at the panoramic scenery. 5000 feet above the tiny orangely lit town where you’d been mere hours before. Necks craned to see better, your finger pointing and enthusicastically shouting that you could see your cabin below; a pinprick of brown against the background of overwhelming, white-washed landscape.

Breathless at the sheer view you’d been gifted with of the Alps and the Matterhorn, you both fell into a deep silence. You knitted your brows together, looking forward as you felt in your pocket, breathing deep and building yourself up in your mind to do what you had planned this whole trip for.

“I am so sorry that my job causes me to be so absent.” You mused, elbows coming to rest on the bar of the viewpoint. You both continued to stare at the views as Cordelia mirrored you, elbows leaning on the bar. “Baby, we all have to work. I’m just glad we get to-”

“I quit my job.” You blurted out, causing her to stop and turn to face you. “You what?” Staring at you from behind wide eyes, you repeated yourself, finally tearing your eyes from the winter view to glance at Cordelia. The surprise on her face was not well hidden, neither was the fact she was saddened to hear that you’d quit the job you’d once dreamed of.

“You don’t need to that my love. I know it makes you happy.” Her gloved hand came to hold yours, eyes sincere as she squeezed your hand in hers.

“I got a new job. Its seasonal so I only have to work January through March and then September. Its better than what we’re doing now, right?”

Cordelia nodded, turning to face you. “That gives us so much more time together; thank you.” You fiddled in your pocket to retrieve you phone, having to strip your hands of the warm gloves that covered them to unlock it. You had told Delia that you wanted to show her something on it, but you accidently let the device slip from your fingers and into the snow by her feet, disappearing into the layers of snow.

“I’ve got it.” She assured you, and you let her crouch down to retrieve your phone, slipping down yourself behind her. She straightened up and turned around, smile faltering as she took in your position. “Y/n.” She warned, voice wavering and eyes darting to look for other people that may be nearby. “What are you-”

“I love you Delia. I love you so much and I know that you love me too.” Her hands came up to her mouth when she realised that you weren’t joking, eyes filled with adoration as she listened.

“The moment I knew that I would follow you anywhere, and that you were the one; my only one, was when you looked after me in March when I had that Spanish flu. I couldn’t leave the bedroom in case I passed it onto the girls, and you stayed with me the whole time, caring for me when I was too weak to do it myself.” Cordelia was crying now, beaming through tears which she kept wiping away with gloved fingers, and nodding along with you words.

“Well this is me staying, D, I want to stay with you for the rest of our lives. I love you.” She mouthed ‘I love you too’ back, head leaning to the side slightly as she wanted nothing more than to pull you into a hug and never let you go.

“I love that you make me whole, and that when you smile, I feel like I might actually die, because you’re so beautiful Deils. I love that you are nothing like Fiona, and that you stick up for me, and that we make memories together and that my most beautiful moments are with you.”

“I can’t wait to have moments just like right now for rest of our lives. Will you marry me?”

You slowly opened the box to reveal the ring that glimmered against the harsh light of the sun; eyes lifting to meet Cordelia who was staring at you unwavering, hands clasped at her chest. She was nodding fervently, laugh bubbling out through her smile as she pulled you up into her by your hands.

“Yes, my darling. Yes of course I will!”

After shakily slipping the ring onto her finger, relief and happiness drawing fresh tears upon both of your cheeky; you let Cordelia admire it against the background of the mountains. Rising onto toes to press a lingering kiss to her temple, her fingers sprayed apart as she held them up to the light.

“Come here you.” She coaxed, fingers wrapping round the back of your neck and drawing you into a passionate kiss. It was the ultimate memory, to kiss, now newly fiancés at the peak of a snow-capped mountain in Switzerland.

 Returning from outside, Cordelia lit the fire with a dexterous flick of her wrist, settling down on the couch with a sigh. Her legs spread across the whole couch, back resting at one end. Her eyes searched for you, twisting to look down the corridor at you walking towards her.

“Come here baby.” She cooed; arms extended towards you in invitation for you to settle between. You gave her a quick peck on the lips and a gentle squeeze before lying between her legs and resting your head against her shoulder, nuzzling your face sideways into her neck, inhaling the lingering smell of her perfume on her pulse point.

She wrapped her arms around you, and you let out a surprised squeal as she pressed her cold palms suddenly against the warm skin of your stomach, muscles rippling instinctively under her touch. “Sorry baby.” She apologised, placing a kiss to the hair on the crown of your head before letting her chin rest there.

“It’s okay, I just wasn’t expecting it” you giggled, relaxing again as her fingers drew absentminded patterns on your torso, her breath tickling the hair atop your forehead as she exhaled.

You both sat in the comfortable silence that enveloped you, having been apart for so long you basked in the fact you can simply hold one another and just exist. Cordelia’s thumb brushed softly against your own knuckles and you hummed in appreciation at the candidly loving action.

That night, Cordelia found herself propped on her side, head lying on her bunched-up pillow and allowing herself a quiet moment of observation. She missed these simple aspects of your presence. The comfort you brought her, even in sleep as she watched your chest rise and fall evenly and undisturbed.

You stirred slightly, face scrunching up momentarily before relaxing into a peaceful expression again, making Cordelia hold her breath to not wake you. Hair had fallen to block you face so she reached out delicately to tuck it back behind your ear, her eyes brimming with tears that she gets to simply watch you sleep like this.

Overwhelmed with her love for you beside her; she fell into a rhythm of her thumb on your cheek, tracing the freckles and light marks that marred your skin beautifully. You always expressed your dislike for these, but Cordelia would always silently shake her head in objection, knowing you would believe her voiced adoration.

“When did I get so lucky?” she whispered, leaning forward to brush lips lightly over yours before returning to her pillow and hooking an arm over your hip.

Dipping into sleep, she found herself vowing to prolong her reign as Supreme for as long as she could, never wanting to leave you alone and vulnerable. Especially while you slept, she thought. You look so pretty when you sleep. So pretty. She drifted off, arm draped protectively over your waist, pulling you closer in sleep.

[fellulahh]

Can I request everyone who is stayed put in The house of lamentation (with the Angels and Diavolo and Barbatos) because of Quarantine , I wonder what will they be doing

This request surprised me, I actually enjoyed doing it because I can imagine how manic it’d be being in quarantine with everybody😹 I hope it’s okay!💞

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What he does in quarantine in the House of Lamentation (all characters ooh)

MC:

- as a human it’s basically mandatory to start a tik tok account when stuck in quarantine

- Makes funny videos to keep herself from dying of boredom, all of the other brothers are intrigued, some eventually join in on videos (*cough* Mammon and Levi *cough*)

Lucifer:

- he stays in his study day and night until one day he actually finishes all of his tasks/reports, he almost implodes when he realises he has nothing left to do

- Ends up spending more time with everyone, the isolation does him good because it gives him time to relax with his family (did somebody say soft Luci?)

Mammon:

- you can bet your ass he’ll try and spend 99% of his time in MC’s bedroom

- He’ll claim he’s bored but in reality every time he goes to her room it’s because he’s planned it and wants to see his human

- Ends up falling asleep in MC’s room every night up until the point it feels like normality

Levi:

- Levi doesn’t even realise they’re supposed to be in a quarantine because he never leaves the house anyway

- He games 24/7, everyone actually gets worried because they notice at breakfast that his fingers appear to be stuck in place from where he’d been holding his controller

Satan:

- He goes a little crazy. He reads every book he has twice but grows frustrated knowing he can’t go to the library.

- Very reluctantly goes to MC’s room and asks she tells him stories like he’d heard her do for Luke once (ends up becoming a daily thing)

Asmo:

- paints EVERYBODY’S nails to keep himself from going insane, Asmo is a little social butterfly, he doesn’t like being kept inside

- Tries to hit up MC ‘you know with this quarantine going on, you and I may have to repopulate Devildom when this is all over’

- Gets very sexually frustrated

Beel:

- Beel gets really upset because there’s not enough food, especially now that it has to be rationed

- MC ends up becoming his personal baker, using whatever ingredients she can find around the kitchen to make him treats

- He proposes to her with a doughnut

Belphie:

- ‘Has anyone seen Belphie?’ - he’s asleep for 90% of the quarantine

- He doesn’t necessarily sleep in his room the whole time. Everyone will be gathered in the lounge watching a film and he’ll still be there...just passed out across MC’s and Beel’s lap

Diavolo:

- he’s in his element. No duties means he can finally be part of all the fun shenanigans that happens in the House of Lamentation!

- He always gets involved with everything that is happening, he ends up being MC’s cameraman when she’s doing tik toks, absolutely fascinated by the human culture

Solomon:

- practices his sorcery, mainly on the brothers when they’re not watching

- Often pulls MC to one side and gives her some of his power so they plan little pranks all the time on the household

Simeon:

- Despite the quarantine, Simeon will still look elegant asf everyday. Often spends time having intellectual conversations with Lucifer

- He’s the angel keeping everyone sane, he becomes the agony aunt

Luke:

- he spends a lot of the time moaning because he’s bored, he’ll follow MC and Solomon around a lot when they’re pulling pranks, frantically begging them to stop before they get in trouble

- MC basically adopts him as her little brother

Barbatos:

- spends most of the quarantine rolling his eyes, he’s one of the only rational ones in the house

- Becomes the Dad of the household “MC stop making tik toks and go to bed. Beel you can’t eat that, that’s the sofa. Lucifer stop smiling, you’re scaring us all.”

[horansqueen]

Stuck With You - Chapter 32

Chapter 32: If You Don’t Know

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College Enemies To Lovers AU

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Tonight we're fading fast I just wanna make this last If I could say the things I want to say, I'd find a way to make you stay I'd never let you get away Get you in all the games we play

So go ahead, rip my heart out, Show me what love's all about Go ahead, rip my heart out That's what love's all about

I want you to want me this way, And I need you to need me to stay If you say that you don't feel a thing If you don't know, let me go, let me go, let me go, let me go If you don't know then just let me go

Let's forget the past I swear we'll make this last 'Cause I remember the taste of your skin tonight And the way that you looked, you had those eyes I remember the way I felt inside And the name of the songs that made you cry You would scream, we would fight, you would call me crazy I would laugh, you were mad but you'd always kiss me And the shirt that I had that you always borrowed When I woke, it was gone There was no tomorrow

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                                                  It was extremely hurtful to push her away. In fact, it was horrible, even worse than when I did it in the first few weeks after we met, mostly because now, I loved her, and I knew she loved me too. When she told Abby off, I was a bit surprised. I knew they wouldn't be friends but I didn't think Devon would actually have the guts to say these things in front of everyone but if I had to be honest with myself, I liked it. I did it to her ex boyfriend, she did it to my ex girlfriend... To me, it just showed that we cared about each other and didn't want to other to get hurt again. I also felt like it proved the feelings we had for each other because I could pretend the opposite, but there was also a tiny bit of jealousy in the way we told each other's exes off.

I knew Abby and although I didn't like the way she was acting with me, I was also aware that pushing her away would only make her try harder. She was exactly like a boomerang and even if I had no intention to give in to any of her propositions, not answering was still my best bet. I wanted to tell Devon about it but I didn't have a second alone with her and whenever I tried to talk to her, Abby would interrupt me to get my attention back.

The conversation we had alone in the dark street was rough on my heart and it kept playing over and over again in my head for the rest of the evening. I was lost in my thoughts and even felt bad for Louis when I realized Abby was trying to get his attention. She never really knew what she wanted and to me, it only proved she wanted nothing except feeling special. Perhaps, the way I loved her didn't make her feel special enough but at that point in my life, I didn't give a fuck.

I wanted to talk to Lewis but he was busy pushing Daxia between him and the wall for the rest of the night and when I was about to leave, Abby ran back to me to have an long chat about what she was doing, what she planned on doing, and how we should spend time together again. I also had to walk back to campus, too drunk to take my car, and when I got back in my room, I tried to be quiet but I quickly realized that Devon was not asleep for the simple fact that she was not snoring. She pretended to be asleep though and I decided it meant she didn't want to talk. Anyway, we were both way too fucked to have a discussion. Still, I couldn't help but stand near her for a few minutes, just watching her, as creepy as it sounded. She was obsessing me in a way I didn't understand. I had obsessed over Abby for months, yet it never felt the way it felt with Devon, and I had no idea why.

I woke up early the next morning to go get my car and when I stopped near her bed, she was snoring low. My lips curled sadly on the left when I realized she was wearing my shirt and I took off the hoodie I was wearing to lay it down on my bed, in hope that she'd see it and wear it.

I told her I wasn't going to have sex with her anymore but it was not because I didn't want to. With Abby coming back, it made me realize that perhaps, I was ready for more with Devon, and yelling to her that I loved her had an effect I didn't expect. I could see in her face that she was actually surprised, as if she didn't really think I had these feelings for her. To me it was obvious but perhaps I was not as transparent as I thought.

I spent the morning working on a new song and had to kick myself mentally to make sure I'd go to my classes in the afternoon. I had so many feelings stuck inside me that it was hard to focus on anything else, especially anything school related.

It was only near the end of the afternoon that I saw her and my heart twisted in my chest. It was crazy how much I missed her. After spending so many days together, 24/7, being away from her for almost a whole day seemed impossible but it was still happening. She was laughing with Louis but there was sadness in her eyes and they met mine, her smile fell and her lips parted. She brought her shoulders closer to her face and sent me an embarrassed smile. That's when I realized she was wearing my hoodie and it made me smile.

I didn't know why I expected Devon to be the kind of girl who would scream her feelings. Of course, she had never told me she loved me with words, but just seeing her wearing my clothes even if we were mad at each other told me she had feelings for me. Everyone has their own way to express their feelings. Of course, it's easier when it's clearly said, but words are still just words. Actions speak louder, even if they're made obliviously. She had always been secretive, almost hiding who she was and how she felt. I even wrote a damn song about it, so why was it so surprising that she couldn't tell me that she loved me? And was it selfish to want it anyway? To need it?

Louis made a quick head movement and Devon started nibbling on her bottom lip as I stood there motionless like an idiot. I was thinking I could just grab some food and go back to the music room to write some more or at least, to play something. I knew I could just go back to my room with my guitar but I couldn't seem to clear my mind when I was there, and I knew it would be worse if Devon was there and at the same time, I was desperate to spend time with her or at least, around her. She just moved her hand up as a 'hello' and I did the same. How could you feel so close to someone and at the same time, so far?

I finally sighed and walked back to my room a bit reluctantly. I worked on a school project for about an hour and finally gave up since I was not able to focus at all. I decided to take a shower before to play guitar and a few minutes after I got out, the door opened and Devon appeared. Her lips parted, she held her breath and she quickly closed her eyes, making me chuckle.

"Oh god, I'm sorry!" she let out, shutting her eyes tighter as I grabbed a towel to wrap it around my waist.

"No worries, Devie. You can open your eyes." I said, amused. "Nothing you haven't seen before."

She licked her lips and after a few seconds, her eyes fluttered open only to meet mine. She smiled shyly and I noticed some dark paint on her face. It made me realized she painted a lot with dark blue and greys these days and I was not sure it was a good thing.

"Your turn." I just told, walking past her to give her some privacy.

"You can stay!" she quickly proposed. "Nothing you haven't seen before."

I turned around and she looked nervous, nibbling again on her bottom lip. She grabbed the bottom of my hoodie that she was wearing and when she took it off, my heart skipped a beat as I realized she was wearing nothing under it. I knew it took her a lot to expose herself to me like that, and I was torn between giving her what she was clearly asking, or holding on to what I had told her not even 24 hours before. My eyes roamed on her face and down to her chest despite myself. I wanted to touch her so bad it was driving me a bit insane. I thought about sliding hands on her breasts to feel her hard nipples on my palms but just cleared my throat and blinked a few times, trying to get rid of the images in my head.

I took a step closer and her lips parted. It felt like I didn't have control on my legs anymore and I stopped in front of her, looking down in her eyes. I brought my hand up slowly to push a lock of her hair behind her ear and she raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"I... think I'll just go get dressed."

It was so pathetic. I was there in only a towel and she was standing in front of me, shirtless and literally begging me with her eyes to fuck her, but I was about to leave anyway. The less I was thinking with my head, the more I wondered why the fuck I had decided to stop having sex with her, and I knew that the longer I stayed, the harder it would be to leave. I took a step back but suddenly, she grabbed the towel around my waist and I held my breath.

"Niall!" she almost yelled before swallowing hard. "Please."

I could feel the back of her fingers against my skin as she held me by the towel. They were so close to my dick it actually made my heartbeats accelerate.

"Devie, I can't."

"Niall I fucking miss you."

I put my hand over hers, pulling it away frim me but still squeezed her fingers, my eyes never leaving hers. "I'm sorry."

It took everything in me to just turn around and leave and when I closed the door behind myself, I leaned against it and closed my eyes. My head made a light thud when it fell against the wood and I let out a few curse words under my breath.

My heart dropped in my chest when I heard her sob on the other side of the door but quickly, she started the shower and I couldn't hear anything else.

How could I tell her that if she didn't love me, I couldn't keep having sex with her because it hurt too much? How could I explain to her that I loved her so much that it made me want die thinking I'd never have a chance with her? I stayed against the door for so long what actually took me out of my thoughts was when she stopped the shower. I forced myself to walk to my bed after breathing in deeply and quickly put a pair of sweatpants on and a t-shirt. I sat in my bed just as she got out of the bathroom and I noticed she was wearing my shirt again.

"That's my hoodie." I just said blatantly, running my fingers on the strings of my guitar.

I was sitting with my back against the wall, if only to face her and be able to see her better.

"Oh yea, sorry, let me just grab a new shirt and I'll go get changed."

I frowned a bit, wondering why she'd suddenly feel the need to hide in the bathroom to change but I just licked my lips. "No it's cool you keep it." I sent her a small smile. "Looks better on you anyway."

She pressed her lips together and nodded slowly before sitting on her bed. "Thank you."

I noticed her tired eyes and how sad she seemed to be and remembered the sob I heard through the door. I didn't want to make her sad. In fact, I wanted to make her happy every single day, I just didn't know how without hurting myself in the process, and I didn't want this to be a rerun of the past relationship I had. Abby had fucked me up but at least, now, I knew what I didn't want in a relationship.

I stared at her for a few minutes in silence and she finally leaned against the wall as we faced each other. I wanted to apologize for not touching her earlier but I knew it wouldn't change anything. I could also read on her face that she had so many questions and I was not sure I had the answers. My fingers ran again in the strings as I started a song. I noticed her eyes falling on my hands and I couldn't remember the last time I felt so nervous to sing in front of someone. I was sort of used to it in my classes and I was never the shy type, but she meant so much to me and I wanted her to enjoy everything I wrote, especially if it was about her.

"Someday, it could be more than we intended And we'll be happy that we waited When it's all been said and done Oooh, and you have changed me And we both got what we wanted And looking back it's complicated But we would've happened all along

So keep this open There won't be any more hearts that are broken Hold on, hold on

Don't leave me wastin' all alone Wondering where the time has gone I know it's hard to keep keeping on Don't leave me wasted

Don't leave me wastin' by myself Let's leave emotions on the shelf I swear there ain't nobody else Don't leave me wasted Don't leave me wasted"

I stopped playing and Devon sent me a sad smile, wrapping her arms around her knees and leaning her chin on the top of them.

"It's beautiful." she expressed very low, licking her lips. "Gave me goosebumps."

I wanted her close. I wanted to ask her to come on my bed with me and take her in my arms. I wanted to press her body so hard against mine that I could imagine us melt into each other. I wanted to tell her how much I loved her and hear her say it back. Instead, I smiled slightly at her back.

"Thank you." I whispered and let out a sigh. "You know, I didn't want to hurt you."

"No, it's okay, I'm okay." she quickly replied even if we both knew it was a lie. "I mean, you don't have to want me, or have sex with me. I'm sorry I just got half-naked in front of you, it was wrong of me."

I stared at her a few seconds and  put my guitar away to lean my wrists on my knees. "I was talking about last night."

Her traits softened and her lips parted. She shrugged a shoulder and glanced away before looking back at me. "You didn't hurt me. I was just pissed, in both senses. You can flirt with Abby all you want, you're right, it's none of my business."

"That's not what I said last night and you know it, Devie." I pointed out calmly,

Her face changed and she seemed to tear up and I tried to push away the urge I had to go sit next to her and take her in my arms.

"I know."

---

Two weeks and a half. That's how long it had been since I had felt Devon's lips against mine. Two weeks and a half since I had told her that I loved her. Two weeks without much interaction with her. It felt like the first few weeks she had moved in, when I desperately tried to hate her without success. I was longing for her in a way I hadn't longed for anyone in a while, if ever, but I resisted.

It was the weekend and all I wanted was to get wasted. We all ended up in a bar but after too many beers, I didn't even feel creepy to stare at her as she danced. It reminded me of that time she danced in my living room wearing only my sweatshirt and panties, right before we danced together on a slow song. Why did it feel like years ago? Why couldn't I just go to her and tell her that it was alright, that we would just keep on having sex and that I'd push all the love I have for her away if I could feel myself inside her again? I scoffed at that thought and shook my head. Why? Because it was impossible for me to ignore these feelings. They were monopolizing my whole heart and mind and there was nothing I could do about it.

I heard a loud laughter near me and I recognized Abby immediately. I had no idea who invited her but I couldn't say I was happy she was here. I got out of my thoughts when someone put an other beer in front of me and Louis finally sat down next to me before glancing a Devon and then back at me again.

"She's a stubborn girl." he let out, turning on his stool to face me. "Trust me, I tried."

"I'm just meant to fall for girls who don't want me. I'm cursed." I explained before swallowing half the beer he had just given me.

"You know she loves you." Louis sighed. "She's just scared, especially of Abby and the feelings you could still have for her."

"I don't give a fuck about Abby."

"I know, but Dev.. she's heard it before, you know? She doesn't want to go through it again. She's trying to spare her heart."

"I should have done that too." I realized, shaking my head as I still stared at her. "Should have tried hating her harder."

"Yea, that wouldn't have worked."

"Fuck, look at her."

I hated what I was seeing in front of me. Devon was with Mandy's brother and she was genuinely laughing at something he said. I could tell in the way he was looking at her that he was interested and suddenly, anger invaded my whole body and I got up quickly, my chair scratching on the floor and making a horrible sound.

"I'm gonna kill him."

Louis jumped up too, grabbing my arm and turning me around to face him. He forced me to move and it was hard for me to fight him since I was already pissed. He tapped my cheek as my back was now facing them and I groaned, moving my head away from his hand.

"Niall, calm the fuck down." Louis let out a bit too loud. "That's not how you're gonna convince her to date you!"

I was about to answer something when I felt someone grab my arm and suddenly tensed. I turned only to see Abby who was sending me a smile and I just shook my head a bit, suddenly extremely annoyed.

"No! Not you and not now!" I yelled, taking a step back.

My ex girlfriend's smile fell and she frowned a bit. I could read in her face that I had hurt her a bit but I was way too hurt myself to care at all.

"Thanks for your advices Louis, but I don't need 'em!"

I turned around and noticed Devon and Noah were already looking at me. Perhaps I had talked louder than I thought and my eyes moved from one to the other before I sighed.

"Fuck that."

I could threaten Noah all I wanted or tell him to fuck off, I knew it wouldn't change anything. It wouldn't make Devon fall in love with me or want to date me and that's all I really wanted. Anything that wouldn't bring me to this goal was counterproductive to me.

I turned around quickly and walked to the toilets, pushing on the door and leaning my hands on the counter, my eyes closed. I was going insane and I knew it felt worse because I was drunk but I couldn't help it and felt my eyes water. Perhaps, getting hammered was a bad idea and I should have known that I always ended up feeling so much when Devon was closed. I heard my phone beep a few times, telling me I had a text message, but I couldn't look at them. I felt my arms started shaking lightly and I swallowed my pain the best I could.

What was there to hope for, now? What could you do when you felt like you tried everything?

[elentiyawhitethorn]

is there any chance you could share a timeline of the bet? so i saw someone else doing this and i though yeah that would be kind of helpful bc your writing isnt confusing or anything maybe just to help refresh my mind. totally feel free to ignore this ask bc i dont want to pressure you to do something you dont want to

Of course! I’ve never even thought about doing this because with everything in my head I kind of already have the timeline in my mind. And I think I saw a timeline for Noisy Neighbors. So I’ll totally do this and probably add it to the masterlist too.

*pauses to sift through my messy excuse of a notes folder* I already had the dates all marked down just to keep from confusing myself. Here is (I think) a somewhat understandable timeline of The Bet that I will add to as I go:

Major SPOILERS for The Bet! Don’t look past the cut if you are not caught up!

Late Dec. 2019 - Feyre meets Tamlin

Late Mar. 2020 - Feyre moves in with Tamlin

Late May - Tamlin proposes

Late Jul. - Feyre escapes

Early Sep. - Feyre heads to New York

Wed, Sep. 9 (Ch. 1) - Feyre moves to NY/bet starts

Thurs, Sep. 10 (Day 1, Ch. 2) - Rhys stops by

Mon, Sep. 14 (Day 5, Ch. 3) - Feyre rents studio

Fri, Sep. 18 (Day 9, Ch. 4/5/6) - Therapy

Mon, Sep. 21 (Day 12, Ch. 7) - Wet dream, self-defense

Fri, Sep. 25 (Day 16, Ch. 8) - Wet dream (lord Fey you’re so horny), therapy

Sat, Oct. 3 (Day 24, Ch. 9) - Abuse support group

Tues, Oct. 6 (Day 27, Ch. 10) - Panic attack in studio

Fri, Oct. 16 (Day 37, Ch. 11/12/13) - Gallery/Tamlin/Rhys’ background/almost-kiss

Sat, Oct. 17 (Day 38, Ch. 14) - Day after gallery

Fri, Oct. 23 (Day 44, Ch. 15) - Therapy but Dr. Suriel is gone

Mon, Oct. 26 (Day 47, Ch. 16) - Gym

Tues, Oct. 27 (Day 48, Ch. 17) - Azriel POV

Wed, Oct. 28 (Day 49, Ch. 18) - Lucien POV/Feyre and Tarquin almost hook up

Fri, Oct. 30 (Day 51, Ch. 19) - Destroy studio, Azriel has info

Mon, Nov. 2 (Day 54, Ch. 20/21/22) - Ianthe flashbacks/shoots Azriel/Weaver appears

Tues, Nov. 3 (Day 55, Ch. 23) - Lucien shows up, he and Az kiss

Wed, Nov. 4 (Day 56, Ch. 24) - Lucien & Feyre talk, Ianthe is handled, they leave Weaver’s

Mon, Nov. 9 (Day 61, Ch. 25) - Fey spars Tarquin

Wed, Nov. 11 (Day 63, Ch. 26) - Andi comes

Sat, Nov. 14 (Day 66, Extra POV #5) - Azriel and Lucien relax

Fri, Nov. 20 (Day 72, Ch. 27) - Dr. Suriel dies

Tues/Thurs/Sat/Tues/Thurs/Fri, Nov. 24/26/28/Dec. 1/3/4 (Days 76/78/80/83/85/86, Ch. 28) - Feyre mopes, she and Rhys start calling, he hangs up on her after *mysterious encounter* w/ Tarquin

Sat, Dec. 5 (Day 87, Ch. 29) - Dr. Suriel’s funeral

Sun, Dec. 6 (Day 88, Ch. 30) - Hospital

Mon, Dec. 7 (Day 89, Ch. 31) - Gym

Tues, Dec. 8 (Day 90, Ch. 32) - Confession goes viral, Rhys & Feyre eat lunch together

Fri, Dec. 11 (Day 93, Ch. 33) - Rhys makes Feyre art website, she paints northern lights

Mon, Dec. 14 (Day 96, Ch. 34) - Gym

Fri, Dec. 18 (Day 100, Ch 35, 36) - End of bet, Tamlin shows up and Feyre punches him, she confesses her feelings to Rhys

Mon, Dec. 21 (Day 103, Ch 37) - Feyre’s birthday

Roughly a year later (Epilogue) - Feyre is pregnant

Roughly nine months after that (The New Bet (drabble)) - Feyre gives birth

[speuradair]

Domestic Nagito Headcanons

(Content warning- pregnancy mention, put below the ‘continue reading’ for easy avoidance)

I’ve talked about how Nagito would view the idea of having a future with his s/o before

It would take some serious convincing for him to even begin to believe that that’s a possibility

It’s not that he doesn’t want to be with you forever- that’s one of the things he wants most in life

It’s just that he can’t bring himself to believe he deserves you 

He feels already feels guilty about how long he’s kept you to himself when you’re so amazing and he’s, well, self-proclaimed trash

And what if his luck hurts you?

Having you fall for him was his ultimate good luck, and now he’s just waiting for the ultimate bad luck to come crashing down on him

He’s given you so many chances and so many reasons to leave him

For your own sake

But you just won’t leave

He just doesn’t understand that

He is endlessly grateful for you though

He just isn’t convinced he deserves it

It makes him feel a bit guilty, like he’s tricked you into liking him

It took him a long time to even bring himself to talk to you in general, and it’s going to take a while for him to get comfortable enough to even really be able to genuinely consider it without feeling intense, nauseating guilt

-

Once Nagito does come around to the idea, I think it wouldn’t end up being a traditional proposal

He accidentally reveals that he’s been thinking about it while he’s in one of his manic, hope obsessing episodes

something to the effect of ‘and you’re just so full of hope, and I can’t get enough, I just want to marry you and be with you forever-’

He wouldn’t even realize he just said something so serious

He just keeps rambling

You’d have to physically grab his hand and interrupt him

“Nagito, what did you just say?”

“..huh?”

“You said.. You said you want to get married”

- 

Unless you really had your heart set on a large, fancy wedding, your wedding wouldn’t be huge

You’re the most important thing to Nagito, he doesn’t need anything else

It’s probably a small event with just the people really important to the two of you

(read as: your loved ones, and Hajime) 

(He only wanted to invite Hajime)

“You.. don’t want to invite any of the others?”

“Just Hajime”

A small outdoor wedding 

It starts to pour in the middle of the ceremony

Leading Nagito to feel really bad about ‘his luck ruining the wedding’

But you just laugh, kiss him, and tell him that rain on your wedding day is actually said to be good luck

-

Living with Nagito is.. Interesting

He’s an odd mix of distant and extremely clingy

On the days he feels particularly insecure or guilty about his luck, he’ll seclude himself away, insisting that he’s busy and he’s sure you have something better to be focusing on anyway

You’d have to gauge the situation as best as possible and make a choice between letting him be and telling him you’ll be just in the other room if he needs you, or pushing him a bit and insisting on staying by his side 

It can be kind of difficult to figure out which one he wants more

Sometimes he needs space, and sometimes he needs you to snap him out of it and tell him why he’s wrong

On days he’s feeling less dangerous and guilty, he tends to follow you around like a lost puppy

He doesn’t even really realize he’s doing it

He just always ends up in the same room as you, usually sitting within one or two feet of you

And on days he’s feeling abnormally good, he’s literally clinging to you every second he can

He wraps himself around you, not wanting to let you even get out of bed

Then when you do, he follows you around

He’ll come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into your shoulder

He’ll feel guilty and embarrassed about it the second he snaps out of his lovesick haze, but you would never bring it up 

You just enjoy the affection and love

I have a headcanon that Nagito brings home stray cats he finds because he feels bad that they don’t have a family

So prepare for Nagito to suddenly come home with, like, at least five cats trailing behind him at any given moment

His favorite is the fluffy white kitten

They have the same hair

Also

Pro tip-

Always make sure the batteries in your smoke detector work

The poor guy can barely walk past the kitchen without starting a fire

Renter’s insurance is also a really good idea

He tried to cook dinner the second night after you moved in and you had to scrub and repaint the ceiling from the flames licking it

But he’s also really good at finding things you’ve lost in the first place he looks

So that’s a plus

Nagito is very conflicted when you tell him that you’re pregnant

On one hand, there’s going to be a mini you!! You two made a little hope-filled you!!

But on the other hand, there’s going to be a mini him-

A tiny, little, possibly very unlucky him 

What if he’s unintentionally passed his luckiness, and unluckiness, onto a poor unsuspecting baby?

Just as he is with you, he’s caught in the middle of needing to protect this baby 24/7 and wanting to stay as far away as possible to keep them from getting hurt

He knows first hand how much it sucks to grow up without parents

His guilt over bringing unluckiness to everyone around him is overshadowed by the guilt he’d feel over not being there as a father for his child

Still very hesitant though

He’s there, but he’s keeping himself at an arm's length 

You’d have to pull him closer yourself

Tell him that you trust him, even if he doesn’t fully trust himself

Tell him that you’re certain he’ll be a great father, just like he’s a great husband

And keep telling him that each and every time he gets scared or paranoid

-

Nagito is absolutely overjoyed when you two find out your baby is a girl

It serves as another reason for him to believe she won’t be very much like him

He’s really hoping that she’ll be exactly like you

She can have your talent, your hair, your eyes, your skin tone, etc, and he’d be perfectly happy

He’s very worried about passing anything bad onto her

-

As luck would have it, it’s a relatively easy labor and delivery, and you two have the most beautiful little girl you’ve ever seen

She has his hair and your eyes

He’s terrified honestly

She’s just so… small

So fragile

He looks like an absolute deer in the headlights when the nurse asks if he wants to hold her

He stammers, trying to say no without looking too panicked, but you give him such a gentle look and tell him he should

So he exhales shakily and nods, sitting down in the chair beside your hospital bed before taking her into his arms

He’s sitting so still, frozen in place

Is he breathing?

He isn’t breathing

Remind him to breathe

“Babe, it’s okay to breathe-”

Only holds her for a few minutes before he gets too freaked out and hands her back to you

It’s gonna take him a while to build up the confidence to hold her for very long

-

Before he’s fully comfortable holding her by himself, he’ll spend hours just hovering over the crib watching her

She’s just so perfect

He loves her so much, it’s kind of overwhelming

She’s such a pure source of hope

When he does feel better about holding her, he hardly ever puts her down

And when he does, he has her set safely next to him in a baby seat, and he’s explaining everything he does to her

“And this is your bottle! I’ll warm it up, carefully- and then I can give it to you!”

It’s absolutely adorable

He’s the kind of parent that films or photographs everything his kid does

Will send you pictures every two minutes when you’re out

Fawns over her 24/7

“Look at her, babe! She’s so good at that!”

“So good at… breathing and chewing on her hand?”

“Yeah!! She’s so smart, I bet she’s gonna grow up to be an ultimate-”

She’s his little hope

-

Each day that passes without anything insanely luck related makes him happier and happier

She may look a lot like him, but you two are almost certain that she doesn’t have his luck at this point

She’s just a normal, beautiful little girl

And you three are an almost normal, loving family

[ladyreapermc]

KEANU MASTER LIST

KEANU REEVES - One Shots

Netflix and Chill: Keanu picks you up for your date

Cuddle Session: On a rainy Saturday morning, you spend the morning in bed with your boyfriend.

Solace: after an anxiety attack, Keanu is there to comfort you.

Random Meetings: you meet Keanu at an after-party.

Vintage: you take care of a tired and sore Keanu

By the Poolside (smut): Keanu finds you taking some time off by the pool

Cherry Cola Milkshake (smutish): Keanu tries out your favorite dessert

Think Twice(smut): you’re making a new rom-com with Keanu and your ex-boyfriend. Jealousy ensues.

Smell of your Skin(smut): Keanu’s coming home after being away for a press tour.

Kiss me thru the phone (smut): You’re away from home for work. Phone sex happens.

Graham Norton: based off Keanu’s first appearance in Graham Norton and the ‘I never’ bit.

Together: Keanu finds out about the reader’s depression and bulimia and comfort her.

Misbehaving (smut): you meet Keanu in a party and the two of you end up having public sex.

Leave your lover (smut): You’ve been friends for 15 years. Then one rainy night changes everything

Listen: you tell Keanu about a traumatic event that happened five years ago

Reunion: Keanu is your date for your high school reunion

Like Lust (smut): AU set on mid-nineties where Point Break bombed on the box offices and Keanu quit acting to become a musician. You meet him at a gig.

Just a trim: Keanu’s beard is a little out of control so you take matters into your own hands.

Punishment (smut): Teasers get punished. That’s the rule. And you teased him all through his show.

Tropical rain (smut): your vacation with Keanu on a tropical beach isn’t going as expected.

Maple Syrup (smut): Strangely enough, Keanu might be the one Canadian you know who doesn’t like maple syrup, but you are working on changing that.

About that Bass: seeing Keanu playing the bass is one of the hottest things you’ve witnessed.

What kind of man (smut): Tom was kind and funny and sweet. He was perfect for you. But he wasn’t what you wanted.

Play to win (smut): you make a bet with Keanu. Whover loses has to get naked. The only problem? You had no clue on how to play pool.

Helping Hand (smut): You’re horny, Keanu is away, so you take matters in your own hands.

KEANU REEVES - SERIES

This isn’t a rom-com (Keanu x OFC) (smut) 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17: Keanu and Lilah meet at the set of John Wick. Rom-com shenanigans ensue (completed)

A Wish Your Heart Makes 1 2 3: Cinderella AU. During a masquerade ball, you end up kissing and falling in love with Keanu. Only one small problem, he’s your boss and you weren’t supposed to be there in the first place (completed)

Catching Feelings (Keanu x OFC) (smut) 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10: AU in which Keanu is down on his luck after he comes to Hollywood trying to be an actor. To earn some money, he joins this app for escorts and meets Steph, a rising star who hires him to try to forget her ex. Neither of them is expecting to fall in love and all the problems it brings. (completed)

Thank you kindly Sir (smut): AU Keanu is a mechanic that helps you out when you’re out of luck Part 1 | Part 2 

Always the Quiet Ones series 

Always the Quiet Ones (smut): you’re a housekeeper in a hotel who gets seduced by one of the most important guests of the hotel.

The Proposal (smut): Follow up for Always the Quiet Ones. After a month away, Mr. Reeves is back and he has a proposal for you.

Dark Paradise (smut): AU! With their ‘arrangement’ in place, reader and Keanu go apartment hunting. Part of the Always the quiet ones universe.

Without you (smut): Keanu is gone and you have to deal with his absence and fixing your brandnew apartment on your own.

KEANU REEVES - DRABBLES

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30| 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 | 41 | 42 |

JACK TRAVEN - One Shots

At the amusement park: your first date with Jack at the amusement park

Stimulus Equivalence (smut): Jack distracts you while you’re trying to explain him a concept

Line of Sight (smut): you’re a sharpshooter for the LA SWAT when you meet Traven at a hostage situation

Come and See me (smut): after a bad day at work, reader asks Jack to come over for a booty call. Things don’t go exactly as planned.

Touch Too Much (smut): Jack has you tied and blindfolded and he likes to tease

Hanging by a Moment: For a long time you had a crush on Jack and before you could do anything about it, he met Annie. Now, two years later, maybe you two have a second chance.

JACK TRAVEN - Drabbles

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 |

JOHNNY UTAH - One Shots 

Partners: There’s a stakeout and you’re stuck with Johnny Utah for a partner. You hate him. Kinda.

Surf Lessons: Johnny wants to teach you how to surf. You know it’s a bad idea.

Hatef—k (smut): Johnny is your partner and you hate him until a pencil skirt changes everything.

Closing Time (smut): You work at a clothing store, you get a last minute customer at closing time and sexy times happen.

JOHNNY UTAH - Drabbles

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11| 12 |

JOHN CONSTANTINE - One shots

Tremors: Summary: you comfort Constantine in his time of need

Movie Nights: Constantine takes you to the movies

Hell ain’t a bad place to be (smutish): Constantine meets Satan. They are not what he was expecting

Removing Temptation: you try to help John quit smoking. He’s not all that happy with that.

Toxic (smut): you’re about to get married when you get a visit from Constantine

JOHN CONSTANTINE - Drabbles

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 |

JOHN WICK - One Shots

Meet Cute (John x OFC): Lilah finally gets to meet the tall, dark and handsome man she had been lowkey crushing on for the last four months when his dog gets loose and comes to play with her

Safe and Sound: John comes home from a mission and needs a back rub.

Too Sober, Enough Sass: you meet a tall, dark and handsome stranger who saves your life

Blood in the Cut (smut): follow up to too sober, enough sass. You find John Wick in your apartment, hurt and in need of a place to stay

Empty Chair (smut): John is tied to a chair. You have all the control

Dark of the matinee (smut): John takes you to the movies, but he can only focus on you.

Salute: you catch John signing and dancing (sort of) to your favorite song

Sick day: John gets sick and you take care of him

Kisses in the dark: John returns home late at night after a job and tries not to wake you.

Ballerina: Jardani helps a ballerina in the Ruska Roma.

Blurry Lines (smut): Wick is after a guy who sometimes work for you and that puts you under his radar so you run. Not fast enough though.

My Boy Builds Coffins (smut): Follow up to this drabble. You and John get some unwanted visitors during sex.

Friday Night:  t’s been a long week, but fortunately John is there to make it better

JOHN WICK - Series

Sympathy for the Devil (smut) 1 2 3 4: Your best friend is getting married and you’re very excited until you find out that your ex is coming to the wedding. After a  night of too much drinking and without a date for the big day, you summon a demon to make a deal (completed).

BROOKLYN BABY SERIES

Brooklyn Baby (smut): AU. John knew he was going to regret letting his daughter Daisy throw her 21st birthday party in his house. He just didn’t know how much.

A little loss of innocence (smut): AU. After your encounter with Mr. Wick during Daisy’s birthday, you can’t stop thinking about him and decide to pay him a visit.

Insatiable Craving (smut): AU. Visiting Daisy’s dorm, John runs into Y/N instead and they can’t keep their hands off each other.

Make it Hurt (Smut): AU Bee visits John and finds a very different man than she has grown used to. A very good kind of different in her opinion.

Play with Fire (Smut): AU. When Daisy shows up unannounced, John has to find a way to play it cool while Bee is being a tease

JOHN WICK - Drabbles

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 |

Other characters - One shots

Your racing heart (Julian x Reader): after fainting, you’re taken to the hospital and Julian is your doctor.

In your Arms (Julian x Reader): Julian comforts the reader after they lose a patient

I’ll Wait (Julian x Reader): Follow up to Your racing heart. You ran into Julian again at a coffee shop when he’s awkwardly talking to his ex. You pretend to be his girlfriend to give a hand.

Domestic (Julian x Reader): based on this anon request - Can i request a Dr. Julian Mercer x reader domestic fluff????

Boy for Rent (Scott x Reader): Scott asks you to stay after a night of work

Trade mistakes (Dr. Beck x Reader) (smut): You’re a call girl and Dr. Beck is your client. You shouldn’t be getting this close to him, but it’s impossible not to.

Treat me like your boyfriend (Matt x Reader): when Matt asked you to tutor him, you weren’t aware of the mess you were about to step in.

Sweep Escape (Kai x Reader) (smut): you meet Kai in the slave ship. He’s a fighter, you’re a healer. Both against your will. Being together is a solace against the horrors of the world.

Closer (Donaka Mark; August x Reader) (smut): you and August go undercover to dig information on a Donaka Mark, but get caught and end up in a very unsual situation.

Other characters - Drabbles

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7| 8 |