#if I don’t find it soon I’m gonna start a new one cause I miss having that pick me up

[rosicheeks]

10, 27, 50🥰

10. Do you believe in love at first sight?

Nah. Like you said there’s infatuation at first sight.

27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?

Yes 😭 I’ve had a few poems sent to me on here either through anon, DMs or posting one and saying I’m the inspiration behind it.

50. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?

That’s pretty complicated lol

[priniya]

🖇️ THE STORY OF US

synopsis. when minho comes back to kiss after the winter break he’s not only surprised to see kitty back, but also a girl she introduced as her new roommate, who at the same time was a girl minho used to be head over heels for.

notes. minho (xo kitty) x reader. i haven’t published anything, xo kitty became my epiphany (fr)

all minho wanted after taking a sixteen hour flight from los angeles to seoul was just to take a nap as soon as he get to his dorm, well, meeting his roommates in the meantime, but sleep was all he wanted. definitely not to see kitty song covey, laying in one of the couches talking so rapidly about…

…whatever kitty could talk about. he focused himself on here for less than a second, and his gaze caught something so familiar, yet so unknown. then, when you parted your lips to answer a question asked by q, he connected all the possible dots. you were the girl he was put up in the same room with, when multiple schools were staying at the same hotel. minho seemed like a total douchebag, just like you’d assume a son of a famous actress would act, nevertheless, since the staff couldn’t really do anything particular to change the rooms, he was… a nice guy.

however, while bonding at the trip, you fell out of touch immediately after as you decided to not share each other’s contacts, so you could meet up in future life if your friendship and… quite more, was meant to be. it was his idea, you were eager to stay in touch as you grow on him in those four weeks.

your new roommate smiled at him, probably excited to see him. “i’m back!” she exclaimed melodically, grabbing your arm in between. “i think yuri pulled some strings, and this is my new roommate, she just transfered. we’ll be living in the boys building, we’re neighbours!” she added, too happy to notice the boy’s shock on his face.

“oh, my god.” he started, but covey quickly interrupted him with a roll of eyes and “i don’t care what you’re gonna say. im exhilarated to be back.” though minho was too focused on you to even listen to your american roommate.

“hi, minho.” you spoke so softly, you could see he almost died. without wasting any more time, q has suggested to let you guys talk alone as it was so obvious you two knew each other. he replied in low voice, clearly not believing his own eyes. “so good to see you again.” a smile rosed on your lips, when his arms were wrapped around your posture.

reuniting with him was unexpected as you never thought you’d see him again, and you believed the plan you set was a complete absurd. you tried reaching out, but he was a son of a star, how could you possibly achieve that? now, it just felt like a scene from a movie, where two lovers finds each other after a long time, although you weren’t really lovers – or were you?

that night you barely had any sleep, you sneaked out of your dorms, and he showed you around, while catching up on almost everything. it wasn’t a lie that something between you has stayed the same, the same butterflies in your stomach when your hands accidentaly touched, the same lovestruck looks, the same way you held hands, the only thing that wasn’t as it used to be was your ages and appearance.

you were standing at your doorstep, when he put his phone number into your phone. “thank you so much for tonight, minho.” you stood on your toes. “i think i missed you.” you whispered with a smug, before leaving a soft kiss on his blushed cheek. without letting him respond, you walked into the room.

minhoe: pls, don’t do me like that

minhoe: come back here and kiss me

a part of you really wanted to be true, but the other decided that you’d just make a fool out of yourself, so you just trail back to your room, slight regret appearing in the back of your head.

the next few weeks looked almost the same — the school were so hard you spent it on studying for most of your free time, which caused minho to think you were avoiding him, when in reality you were tutored by yuri and juliana. “minho’s been asking ‘bout you, quite a lot, you know?” han started.

“bugging our asses for half the lunch break.” juliana added, braiding your hair as the soft tunes of frank ocean played from her speaker. “told us you guys almost kissed…?” her eyebrow’s shot up, scanning your face in the mirror for any signs of embarrassment.

“i mean we did kiss a few years ago at the summer camp, but not now.” you shrugged, not hiding the blush that crept on your face. “don’t look so shocked! we were a camp couple, but he wanted to be sappy and said if the universe wants us together, it’ll let us meet each other again.”

“that’s romantic, isn’t it?” kitty rolled on the bed to face you and juliana. “i mean, you really gotta believe you’re soulmates if you risk something so valuable.” she sighed, smiling softly. “you two remind me of my sister and her boyfriend, lara and peter.”

you frowned, thinking about her words for a minute. was it so valuable or did he just want to have a moment of peace? did he even think about you during the few years you’ve been apart? well, you thought about him, but did he about you? it was your first time in a week that you’d see minho, and ever since the day one, he’s been somehow flirting with you, so you were quite nervous.

you never said you liked him out loud, not because you didn’t (maybe ‘cos first love is the one you’ll always remember), but because katherine would decide to use her matchamaking skills on you. you wanted it to come out naturally, just like back then. your relationship with minho was incredibly special to you, it was something no one could take away from you.

now, you were just trying to look decent. you were going out with him and dae, being asked out so suddenly you couldn’t refuse. you were quite sure that dae’s presence there was just to get you out of the room, and then disappear. you wore a white, flowery summer dress that yuri borrowed you a few days ago, your make up was light and the braids looked cute.

“should i be nervous?” you asked, fixing a few things on your face, before the clock has been the closest to the final minute. a knock on the door was heard from the beginning of hallway. “yeah, it shows you actually care.” yuri’s girlfriend smiled at you as you flattened the fabric of your dress.

minho was breathless, last time he’d seen you in a dress was back at camp, during the last day when you just wanted the boy to remember you as well as he could. “uh, hey.” he uttered, eyes you in shock. “you look, woah, gorgeous.”

just as you expected, dae, who showed up late, didn’t stay with you for longer than ten minutes, saying he needed to see kitty, with whom you were earlier, so it was just the two of you. minho offered you an airpod as you walked down the street to the park, his fingers wrapped around the handle. it was the first time you had been alone with him in weeks, as someone was always near, whether it was q and florian, dae and kitty, juliana and yuri or everyone separately.

“i wanted to find you sometimes, y’know?” you began, leaning onto his arms, when you finally sat down. “what? then why didn’t you? i really hoped you’d do it.” his head fell delicately on your, fingers intertwining themselves with yours.

“well, your mom’s a famous actress, i wouldn’t even be able to text you so… i just followed you on insta.” you shrugged softly, not wanting him to change his position. “and it was your idea to come up with something like this, losing you broke me in half, really. my parents even reached out to your mom.” his face lightened up with shock and confusion, nevertheless he let you continue.

“but her manager or whoever said that hundreds of people call just to say their daughters are your friends, so… i guess the call wasn’t forwarded?” minho groaned, annoyed. he’d give up everything to just have you by his side, when his mom and dad were splitting up.

“i am so sorry y/n.” a sigh left his lips. “i’ll regret that stupid decision till the end of my days, really.” he’d talk and talk, and talk if you didn’t do what you did.

when the soft tunes of lana del rey’s song was replaced by the starting notes of “there is a light that never goes out” by the smiths, you turned around to face him, and after putting your hands on his cheeks you kissed him. his lips moved so godly against yours, you almost melted into his touch. with that, your friendly hangout turned into a date — not that you didn’t think of it earlier, but now it was confirmed. it was a definite date.

when you came back, the living space was empty so… considering you had half an hour before curfew, you decided to snog a little more, while watching a movie. his arm around your waist, your head on his shoulder, a bowl of snacks resting on his thigh. beside that, you didn’t even think about kitty, and what her reaction might be if she came back. now it was just you, minho and your rosing relationship.

[hugshughes]

behind my back N. Moyle

Nolan Moyle x Hughes!reader (Quinn’s twin)

synopsis - Luke finds out about your secret relationship with his captain, and he is not happy. He ends up causing your relationship to crumble under his emotions but soon is whipped back into shape and realizes the world doesn’t revolve around him, and that he should want your happiness, not try to end it.

wc - 2.9k

contains - reader is quinn hughes’ twin sister, suggestive themes close to the end, making out, kissing, shouting, lots of cursing (luke has a potty mouth), i made luke a bit mean for parts of this, crying, reader is shorter than nolan, mentions of eating/reader eats, lmk if i missed anything!

an - hey! first post on this new blog! i hope you like it, please don’t mind any errors this was slightly proofread, and i don’t love this but i warned to post something and noticed the severe lack of Nolan fics on here! (i kinda wanna make maybe a smutty part 2 so lmk.)

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“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Is the first thing you hear when you answer an incoming call from your little brother. Your face drops and Nolan must’ve noticed because he’s looking at you with a confused look on his face, mouthing ‘Are you okay?’ to you. You don’t respond to Nolan.

“What Luke? What’s up?”

You think you know what’s up. You have a gut feeling that what’s up is that you are in a relationship with his captain, a secret one at that.

“‘What’s up?’ Are you joking? You’re fucking Nolan behind my fucking back. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

You can’t respond, you don’t know how to. You open and close your mouth, making eye contact with Nolan again, who looks very concerned now.

“What? You can’t speak now? Your mouth won’t open? It was open fucking wide for my fucking captain, wasn’t it? God, what the actual fuck is wrong with you? You can’t keep your legs closed for one second, can you? Fuck!”

“Luke I- I’m sorry.”

You mewled out, he had just practically slut shamed you, there were tears all along your waterline, just waiting to fall off your lashes and down your face.

“Oh, you’re sorry? That’s nice, but it doesn’t take away the fact that you fucked him, does it? When he decides he’s done with you it could fuck up the team’s dynamic! Have you even thought about me for two seconds?”

“All I have done is thought about you, Luke! I wanted to tell you the second it started but I knew you would react like this! Like- like you would flip the fuck out! I really fucking care about him Luke, please just listen to me!”

Luke just wouldn’t stop, he kept shouting cruel things, and Nolan just couldn’t take watching you sit there, sobbing, while you’re brother used you as a punching bag. He grabbed the phone from your hand and put it to his ear.

“Hey Luke! Man-”

Luke scoffs, angrily laughing then huffing out a sigh.

“Of course she’s with you! What the fuck, dude?”

“Luke man please, neither of us planned for this to happen. We really fuckin’ care for each other. She’s been torn up about you not knowing for months, please hear us out.”

“‘Us’? Oh my God! ‘Us’? That’s fucking funny. I cannot believe either of you. God, fuck! When you two decide you're done having fun it’s gonna fuck shit up, big time. Fuck you, and her.”

Luke hung up the phone. You buried your face in your hands. Nolan put your phone down before he pulled you into him, his hand running up and down your back while the other cradles your head.

“I’m so sorry Nolan! I just fucked up everything, fuck!” He just shushes you, rocking the two of you back and forth on your bed.

-

It was three days later. Nolan called you last night and said how the last two days of practice had been shit, the tension very thick. He told you how he needed to put the team first with the upcoming playoffs, and how that meant he needed to be able to be the best captain he could be, meaning no bad blood between him and his teammates, so he broke up with you.

You have been so completely tore up. Laying in your bed in the dark in a sweatshirt you didn’t want to have to give back to Nolan. You hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday morning. The sun was beginning to set as you stared at your ceiling.

Your roommate has been an angel, talking to you, sitting with you, bringing you water, and offering you food. Luke had texted Jack about the situation, and Jack had texted Quinn about it, leaving the most mature of the Hughes’ boys to text you, and your mother.

Quinn had asked if you were okay, and felt terrible for you when you informed him of Nolan ending it because of Luke. Your mother had texted you, asking if you were alright, getting the full story from you before sending a long-winded message to your baby brother, reading:

“Luke Warren. I cannot believe the way you’ve treated your sister. Your words were not warranted in any way whatsoever. Have you noticed your sister’s level of happiness in the last 7 months? She went from always uninvolved and cut off from us to an absolute light of a girl. When I called and talked to her today she sounded absolutely broken down. When I say get your head out of your butt Luke, I mean it. Your sister deserves to be happy Luke, just as much as you do, and if you’re okay with taking that away because of a hypothetical problem that happens between her and Nolan, I am very disappointed. You better realize how ignorant you’re being and make this up to her. She loves you, Luke, so much. She is still the girl who let you sleep in her bed whenever you had nightmares, the girl that would shout at your brothers the second she saw you being left out. She deserves this Luke, and you need to realize that, because now Nolan’s broken up with her, and I don’t know if she is going to be okay.”

That being the first thing Luke saw on his phone after practice definitely surprised him. He let out a curse the second he saw his first two names in a text from his mother. The more he read, the shittier he felt. When he reach the end though, he was confused. ‘Nolan broke up with her?’ Was his only thought. He quickly looked around the locker room, trying to see if Nolan was still there, but he wasn’t. Nolan had felt like shit all of practice, Luke still barely talking to him. He left immediately after practice was over, going straight back to his place.

Luke cursed again, he got ready to leave and quickly walked back to the house so he could drive to your apartment. Once he got there he waited not so patiently before your roommate finally buzzed him in. He ran up the stairs and down the hall to your door, knocking loudly.

Your roommate let him in, not without mumbling ‘the fuck do you want, bitch?’ and rolling her eyes at him. She let him go back to where your room is, after making sure he wasn’t here to shout at you again.

You’re not surprised when you hear a knock on your door, but you are when you shout ‘Come in’ and see Luke standing in your doorframe. Your eyes widen, your heart sinking into your ass.

“Oh.”

It’s all you could say. You felt frozen, assuming Luke was here to be mad at you some more like he was over the phone. The more you look at him, you realize he doesn’t look mad per se, he looks like a kicked puppy.

“I’m sorry.”

You almost laugh out of surprise. You find it hilarious that he’s apologizing after the verbal abuse you took from him just three days ago. You don’t reply, looking him straight in the eyes, raising your eyebrows in expectation, needing him to say more.

“Shit, I- I am such a dick. It was so fuckin’ selfish of me to say that to you. I mean, yeah I would’ve liked to have known but uh, it was still so shitty of me. Please, please forgive me. And I know that I already fucked things up and that you probably won’t accept this but still, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking and when Grano accidentally mentioned you guys I just flipped out. The shit I said was wrong, I don’t think anything I said is true, I know it isn’t. I just, I’m so sorry.”

He looked absolutely pitiful. He was on the verge of crying. You stood from your bed and moved to him, wrapping your arms around him, he clung to you.

“Lu, don’t cry. Okay? It’s alright, what you said was shitty, but I should’ve just told you, alright? It probably would’ve saved a lot of screaming and tears. I’m glad mom got the stick out of your ass, huh?”

Luke lets out a teary laugh. Nodding into your shoulder, even though he was much bigger than you, he was still your baby brother. The way you were holding him made you think of when he was 5 and you were 7 and for six months he stayed in your room almost every night because he would have nightmares, and even if he didn’t have nightmares sometimes, he just felt safer with his big sister.

“‘M so sorry. Was gonna try to talk to Nolan after practice but he was already gone, so I just came here.”

You let out a sigh at the mention of Nolan. You were assuming that Luke doing this was also him telling you that he was okay with your relationship. But, after all the drama you weren’t sure Nolan would let you just run back into his arms.

“I dunno if it’s even worth it talking to Nolan, I don’t know if he’ll want to get back together after all this drama. He might just be good with it now.

Luke felt like absolute shit. None of this would’ve happened if hadn’t have been so irrational. He let out a sigh, pulling away from you.

“I am gonna go get you food, okay? I’ll get you tenders from Skeeps, huh?”

You laughed at your little brother’s effort.

“Lu, it’s Wednesday. Skeeps isn’t open.”

His face quickly fell. But he quickly shook it off.

“Whatever, I’m going to get you somethin’. Text me if you want something specific, okay?”

You nodded and laughed as he quickly left your room, saying bye to your roommate who after came to your room to see if everything was okay before hugging you.

Luke is gonna get you food, but he is also gonna call Nolan and apologize, and make him go to your place and be your boyfriend again.

The second he’s in his car his phone is to his ear, waiting for Nolan to pick up. He knows there is a chance Nolan won’t pick up, but he’s pushing that out of his thoughts. He almost gives up on the phone call but on what was probably the last possible ring, Nolan answered the phone.

“Uh hey man, what’s up?”

Nolan is very confused as to why Luke is calling him, knowing he’s barely sent him a glance over the last two days.

“Hey, Nolan. Bro, I’m so fuckin’ sorry. It was really shitty of me to say all those things to you guys and I was a real dick. I was acting totally out of nowhere because I was just really shocked I think.”

Luke took a pause, waiting for Nolan to say something before he took the conversation in another direction.

“Oh, um wow man. Yeah um it’s okay man, we should’ve told you. But uh, you know I broke up with her last night?”

“Yes I know, please go be her fuckin’ boyfriend again. She is so fucked right now. I didn’t even fucking realize how much happier she’d been recently, and now that I know you caused that, I can’t be the one to take that away from her. And I already talked to her about it but she was worried you might not like, want to be with her still. Bro, please go get her back.”

Nolan sits shocked. Shocked about Luke’s change of heart, and shocked that you believed he wouldn’t want you still. He stood from his seat on the couch of his living room and quickly grabbed his keys and put on his slides before practically running to his car, only wearing a tank top, sweatpants, and socks in the frigidity of January nights in Michigan. He says a few more things to Luke before he hangs up.

Nolan is barely thinking about anything when he parked in the lot of your building and was a little surprised at how quickly he was buzzed in.

Your roommate answered the door when Nolan quickly knocked, letting him in and telling him your whereabouts. You were surprised at how quickly Luke had gotten food when you heard a frantic knock on your door.

“You don’t have to knock Luke, just come in!”

“Uh, not Luke.”

You turned to face your door from your seat at your desk where you were lighting a candle, one Nolan had gotten you multiple times because you burned through them so quickly.

“Oh, Nol hi.”

Nolan standing in your doorway left you stunned, his grey sweatpants and black tank top that highlighted his huge arms made your mind go blank. You are thankful you spent a few minutes brushing your hair and cleansing your face after Luke left.

“Hey, um Luke called me, told me everything he told you probably.”

You suck in a breath, nodding. You stand and fully face him, but before you can even say anything, Nolan’s already wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t’ve ended things. I was just so nervous about Luke hating me and being captain but I really should not have done that. I’m sorry baby.”

You held him, running your fingers through his long hair.

“‘S okay, baby. Made total sense okay? But, I think now that my brother doesn’t have his head in his ass, you should be my boyfriend again.”

He pulled away from your neck to look at you, now taller than you, looking down at you, which was so hot.

“Yeah? I think so too.”

The way he said it was, so hot. He is just so hot. He looks from your eyes down to your lips, and then back up, and you swear your knees almost buckled. And when he leaned in and kissed you, he was practically holding you up.

Even though you’d only been broken up for probably 26 hours, it felt like so much longer, and the sweet kiss quickly turned into a makeout session. You walked Nolan back until he was sat on your bed as you sat down and straddled him, not breaking your kiss.

Nolan’s grip on your hips is tight as his tongue slips past your lips, causing you to gasp. Your hands clutch Nolan’s dark brown hair, tugging at the locks when you feel the tent in his pants grow beneath you, pulling a groan from him.

Nolan was about to start rocking your hips against his hard-on when your door was practically thrown open, the knob on the other side hitting your wall. You immediately pull away from Nolan, almost falling off his lap if it wasn’t for his strong grip on the backs of your thighs.

When you both see Luke, Chick-fil-A bag in hand, standing frozen at your doorway you don’t know what to do.

“Fuck, Luke! Knock or something!”

You quickly stand up almost tripping over Nolan’s feet as you practically run over to your door, pushing Luke out and then standing on the outside of your door as you close it.

You stand, back pressed against your bedroom door as Luke looks at you with a look that would normally be funny, but right now you’re just a little pissed, flustered, and dazed. You both just stand, staring at each other. Both trying to grip the fact that Luke just walked in on your very heated makeout session with his captain, his captain.

“Oh my God, what the fuck? I think I’m gonna puke, yeah, I’m definitely gonna puke.”

You slap his arm, giving him a look that reminded him of your mom, which made him smile.

“I cannot believe you guys are... ugh. I cannot believe I brought you food just to see that when I opened your door, you are truly disgusting.”

“I hate you so much. You are the worst. What did you get me?”

Luke laughs out loud at that, giving you your food before he claimed he had to go so he could bleach his eyes before the sight of you and Nolan set into his memory. But after that, he hugged you and told you he loved you, saying that he’ll see you when you’re not being so gross.

You walk him out, shouting that you love him as he quickly walks down the hall of your apartment’s floor. You talk to your roommate for a minute, then decide it’s time to go back and see your man. The man in question is kicked back on the pink fluffy blanket decorating your bed, a sight to see.

“Hi, baby.”

“Hey, is he gonna be okay? Didn’t mean to give the kid trauma or anything.”

You let out a laugh, reassuring Nolan that your brother is just dramatic, and not traumatized. Then you snuggle up next to him, eating your Chick-fil-A and feeding your fries to Nolan as you both talk about everything, from what new song you wanted him to listen to, to making plans for the summer, him staying at the lake house for a few weeks, you coming with him to New York to meet his family, it was all so exciting. You’re definitely glad that the secret was out because now you can be with him, like really be with him.

[general-fanfiction]

Police Cars And Paintings. (Wally Clark x Reader)

Summary: Wally helps Y/N get her justice.

Word count: 2,593

Gif Not Mine. Requests Are Open!

Warnings - Murder? Swearing.

“Y/N Y/L/N was loved by all, caring, supportive and kind are just three words that her family and friends used to describe the young woman whose life was so tragically cut short at the age of seventeen. Y/N was a senior at Split River high school, with hopes of attending New York Fashion School, in order to pursue her dreams of studying fashion design. She was the valedictorian with a passion for the arts. We learn today that her body was discovered in the school’s art room, with multiple stab wounds to her  neck, chest and stomach. Police believe the attack was premeditated and to remain vigilant as her killer is still yet to be caught.”

Letting out a pained scream, I launch the tv remote directly at the screen in front of me, causing the image to shift and blur before settling into a dull, gray static. Feeling multiple pairs of eyes on me, I grip my hair, tugging slightly to feel the tightness in my skull as a way to relieve the emotional pain weighing me down.

“Hey, let’s not do that okay. It won’t help you.” Wally tells me, gently grabbing my arms and forcing them down as he wraps his arms around me in a comforting hug. Well as best as he can leaning from behind the sofa.

“Are we not gonna talk about the fact that she just broke the tv? She’s ruined movie night for everyone.” Rhonda complains, eyes shooting daggers at me.

“Like you even care about movie night. There’s other TV's in this school, we’re not gonna miss one.” I snap back, rage still coursing through my body. “At least your murderer was caught.”

Rhonda scoffs, turning to look at Mr Martin, who has remained oddly silent, as she slips her lollipop back into her mouth. Mr Martin simply shares a disapproving glance, not impressed by either of our actions or comments though he still remains silent. Not wanting to make the tension in the room any worse. It’s so thick you could cut it with a knife, cliche I know.

“At least you know who did it, that’s got to count for something and I’m sure the police will work it out soon enough. I mean, they already know that it was a planned attack.” Charlie comments, hoping to make me feel a little better, yet I still feel just as bad. If not worse than moments prior.

“Yeah and he’s still walking about school as though nothing happened! The cops don’t give a shit Charlie, I’m already dead, it’s not like anything worse is going to happen to me that they have to worry about.”

Wally’s embrace relaxes as he stands up straighter, arms falling to his side, causing me and everyone else in the room to turn and look at him. A serious expression is settled upon his face, an unusual sight as he is normally sporting a soft smile or at least a playful lightness in his eyes.

“Wait, the guy that did this goes to school here? He’s still here?” Wally asks, his questions directed at me as though nobody else is even in the room. Clearly something has rattled him.

“Yeah, that’s why I’m so pissed off. I still have to see him every single day and there’s no escape. Not even in death I get peace.”

With a huff, I push myself off the sofa. Forcing a smile at the group as I make my exit, the moment I step out of the gym I start running. Sprinting as fast as I can to the other side of the school before climbing up the stairs to the rooftop. The art room used to be my quiet place, where I would find myself able to relax and feel at ease. Not anymore. So, the roof is my quiet place now. After moving all of my art supplies here, I’ve found that there’s no reason for me to even step foot in the art room anymore. It’s been a month and it’s still too painful to be in there.

Picking up my paintbrush and dipping it into my paint to continue the mural I have been working on, I hear another pair of footsteps lightly jogging up the stairs. I know it’s Wally, I don’t even need to turn around to know it’s him. Ever since I arrived in this world, he’s been my rock. Helping me get through everything and it’s safe to say that in the short amount of time I’ve known him, he’s found a special place in my heart. It’s not a crush. I swear it’s not a crush. I just happen to have a soft spot for him.

“Holy shit. I knew you liked art but this is insane, why have I never seen this?”

Wally’s stare is glued to the mural I’ve painted, each ghost gazing back at him from their position on the wall. Rhonda’s trademark moody stare, Charlie’s sweet but somewhat shy smile, even Dawn’s curiosity shines through in her chestnut brown eyes. I watch as he notices himself. A proud smile resting on his lips. Wally was the most difficult to paint, I wanted to make sure I captured his beauty properly, though that tends to be very hard to do when someone is physically perfect.

“You even got my necklace, Y/N this looks so real. Like you’re so talented, this belongs in a gallery or something.” Wally continues, brushing his finger down the side of his painted face, still in awe.

“It’s still a work in progress. I haven’t even started on Mr Martin, or the band kids or the girl in the theater whose name I always forget.” I tell him, swatting his hand away from the wall before he smudges any paint that may still be wet.

“Yeah, but do you really want them on there? Mr Martin sure, but the others, they never show up to the support group. You should keep it contained, no? You haven’t even painted yourself yet.”

“That’s kind of rude Wally. I painted Dawn and she never comes to the group, but she’s my friend.” I tell him, placing my paintbrush down and beginning to walk over to the rail at the edge of the roof. “We’re all dead, we deserve some sort of memorial.”

Leaning against the rail, I watch the kids below living their lives as normal. As though nothing is wrong, as though I wasn’t just murdered a month ago. God, if they knew this is what happens after death, they’d be terrified.

The football team are running drills on the field, accompanied by the cheerleaders who are going over the same routines. Students sit in the bleachers, either reading or making notes as they study. Occasionally laughing together as they discuss the latest gossip or show each other something they’ve seen on social media. It’s a peaceful scene, watching as they stress over things so trivial, things that won’t matter in ten years time.

“How come you never told me that the guy who killed you still goes to this school? I knew he hadn’t been caught but I assumed that’s because was on the run or something.” Wally asks me, leaning with his back against the rail so that he can watch me rather than the school.

“I don’t know. I try to avoid him and I know how nosey the rest of that group are, especially Rhonda. No doubt you’d all be following him around the school like a bunch of creeps.”

“Yeah but that’s just because we care about you.” Wally nudges me as he speaks, trying to get me to smile, which proves to be very easy as I make eye contact with him.

My heart flutters, making me nervous as I stare up at him. Wally’s height would intimidate me if I didn’t know how much of a big softie he was. I truly don’t think there is a bad bone in his body, he breaks the stereotypical idea of what a jock is. Charming and popular, sure, but he wouldn’t hurt a fly.

Feeling his hand touch my chin, my smile grows wider as it gently moves to cup my cheek. His other hand combs through his hair, a nervous trait of his. Something I picked up on a while back, it doesn’t happen often because Wally isn’t one for getting nervous. He opens his mouth slightly, about to ask something. However, before he can my eyes catch sight of something on the field below.

“That’s him.” I point out, a flash of disappointment crosses his face before he removes his hand and turns to see what I’m looking at.

Harry Cole, clad in a dark hoodie is walking by the side of the field, heading straight to the art block. His pace is quick, almost like he’s in a rush and it’s the most panicked I’ve seen him since my death. Clearly something’s happened, a breakthrough in the investigation maybe? Police hot on his tail. Whatever it is, I need to know.

“That’s the dickhead that killed you?” Wally asks, scowling now as he takes him in.

“Yeah, come on, he’s up to something.”

Without even a second thought, I grab Wally’s hand, taking off in a slight run in order to catch whatever Harry’s up to. Wally’s gripping my hand in a firm hold, as if he’ll lose him if he lets go, thumb gently tracing circles into my skin despite us running.

Upon entering the art room, I immediately see Harry at the sinks, furiously scrubbing at something. Sharing a confused glance with Wally, I slowly approach him. I know he can’t see me and yet I’m still worried that I’ll disrupt him and spook me off, leaving me with no answers.

The closer I get the stronger the smell of bleach is, and then I finally see what he is cleaning. Butcher knife gleaming under the bright white lights, I spot the specks of blood still coating the handle and I know he’s trying to remove any evidence. Gloves adorn his hands in an attempt to mask his fingerprints. A silent tear rolls down my cheek at the thought of him never getting caught.

Wally’s arm wraps around my shoulder delicately. “You don’t need to see this.”

To my surprise, I don’t fight with him as he gently escorts me out of the room. I make no noise as I let the tears fall down my cheeks and I know Wally sees. Yet, he stays quiet. Not wanting to further upset me. He helps me to sit down on the old sofa that resides on the roof. With his hands on my knees he crouches in front of me, a concerned look on his face.

“You’ll be okay Y/N. I promise.” He tells me, words soothing my pain little by little. “Look I’ve got to run somewhere but I will be back so fast. I swear.”

Nodding my head gently, he presses a soft kiss to my forehead before dashing off to wherever he needs to be. Allowing me to wallow in my pain. The more days that pass, the more I feel as though justice isn’t possible. The more I feel like Harry will get away with everything.

Curling up into a ball, I allow my emotions to take over. Wails audible and body shaking with anger and sadness. I don’t want to feel like this anymore. I don’t understand how the others do it. They’ve been dead longer but surely they still feel the pain and anguish of being dead. Surely they must be hurting too.

I’m brought back to reality by the sounds of sirens, I’m not sure how long I was sat consumed in my sadness but I know that Wally is standing by the rail. Watching whatever it is that is taking place below. The sirens ring through my ears and I jump up to stand beside him, his arm instantly wrapping around me despite no words being said.

Police cars fill the car park, grabbing the attention of pretty much everyone in the near vicinity. Students stand in shock at the commotion being caused. Each window is filled with faces, eager to bear witness to what is happening outside. Wally’s arm squeezes my shoulders, a show of encouragement and support. I swear if he wasn’t by my side, physically holding me up with the arm that is wrapped around me, I think I would be a nervous heap on the ground.

With that, I spot it. Several police officers surround Harry as he is walked out of the school building in handcuffs. His hood shielding his face from view to the majority of students, however, I know it's him. Same outfit, same demeanor, same person. They’ve got him. I feel a weight lift from my shoulders and I let out the breath I didn’t even know I was holding.

“How did that happen? How did they know it was him?” I ask, completely bewildered by the entire situation.

Wally looks down at me, a shy smile on his face. He knows something I don’t. Turning to face him properly, I take his hands in mine, raising my eyebrows in an attempt to get an outside. Only for him in turn to focus his stare onto the floor.

“Wally?”

“Dawn has a pretty big social media presence within the school community. She runs it as though she’s an anonymous gossip blog, nobody knows who she is but everyone knows her.” He starts, still leaving me confused as to how this happened. “I managed to get her to the art room in time to take a picture of him with the knife. She posted it, it went viral and now the police are here.”

Feeling a rush of emotions run through my body, I somehow gain the confidence to pull Wally down by his gold chain. Gentle enough that it doesn’t snap but with enough force that he’s taken off guard. My hands hold his face as I press my lips to his, feeling his hands hold my forearms as he delicately moves his lips against mine. As I pull away slowly, my mouth drops open in shock as I gaze at Wally who is now eye level with me. Hunched over in order to kiss me.

“I am so sorry Wally. I have no idea where that came from, I just -”

Wally cuts me off with his lips on mine once again, he maneuvers slightly so that my back presses against the rail and I wrap my arms around his neck as the kiss begins to grow more passionate. His hands are holding my waist, body pressed tightly against mine as I feel every inch of my body tingle with excitement. I know Wally feels it too. When I force myself to pull away for some air, he doesn’t hesitate before moving to press light kisses against my neck.

“I’ve never felt this with anyone before Y/N.” He whispers against my skin, goosebumps raising at the feel of his lips moving against my neck.

He moves to look at me, a big, goofy smile on his face as I move my hands to play with the necklace dangling in front of me. Wally places his hands on the rail besides me, watching me eagerly, awaiting my next move.

“I really, really like you Wally.”

He chuckles softly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “I really, really like you as well.”

[sserpente]

A/N: Request from anon. Fluffy skinny dipping with Loki. Tell me something better than that, I’ll wait. Enjoy, everyone!

Words: 2568 Warnings: skinny dipping, implied smut, fluff

The air in Asgard smelled different. Fresher. Richer. You took a deep breath, inhaling not only oxygen but also that foreign Asgardian vibe. Summer felt a hundred times more intense around here. The heat was on the verge of unbearable, the glistening water right outside the palace inviting you for a swim to cool down. The whole planet felt like an Instagram filter—like someone had turned up the contrast, the saturation and the brightness all at the same time.

“How do you cope in this heat?” you complained, fanning air to your face with your right hand. You were sat in the lower parts of the palace with Thor’s friends Volstagg, Hogun and Fandral and of course, Lady Sif.

Odin had commanded you remained under supervision at all times. You didn’t quite understand what the fuss was about—it wasn’t like a mere Midgardian could wreak havoc among this realm but then again, he was probably just traumatised from the time Thor brought an Aether-infected Jane to Asgard a few years back.

But the company wasn’t so bad, especially upon learning new things about Asgardian culture. One person was missing though. You’d hardly seen Loki since your arrival even though it had been him to promise to keep you safe.

Boom—it had been like a heartbeat, like an explosion and just like that, you had fallen in love with the God of Mischief. It had started with a crush. A purely physical attraction that made you see beyond the things he had done on Earth all those years ago. Then you had gotten to know him and witnessed his wit and sarcasm day in and out. Soon, you began to see past the cheekiness and mischief until you had discovered a vulnerable god who would die for the ones he loved, an intelligent and kind man who might not have been a superhero and leaned toward a little selfishness every now and then but a good man nonetheless.

Loki had never been evil and you were now determined to convince everyone else of that mind-set as well. Especially now that you had been brought to Asgard for your own safety.

“It’s not so bad down here. I feel sorry for Idunn and her workers. The apple orchard is a sauna at this time of the day but the work won’t do itself.”

“First of all… you have saunas on Asgard? And second of all, if this is a realm of magic, why is there any labour at all?”

Volstagg’s cheeks reddened as he fought to explain it to you. “Well, let’s just say Idunn’s apples are special. They require skilled hands to handle them.”

“Right…” With a court nod, you emptied the rest of your drink and carefully put it back on the table—like hell you would smash it to the ground and scream “Another” like Thor and his friends did.

“Where’s Loki, actually?” you asked, attempting to sound non-chalant.

“Who knows? Causing some mischief somewhere probably. I for my part am glad I don’t have to see his face.”

“He’s been nothing but kind to me so far, Volstagg.”

“Hmm…” Hogun began, “He’s like a flesh-eating plant. He lures you in and then traps you in his claws. Be careful. We have known Loki for a lot longer than you.”

“Maybe you guys should stop giving him reasons to stab you in the back. Think about that.” Checkmate. That shut them up for a good minute.

You sighed. Well, in the end, you’d likely have a lot more work to do for them to accept the cheeky God of Mischief for who he was and why he behaved the way he did, it seemed.

“If you say so… I’m gonna go find him.”

“You can’t wander through the palace alone.”

You chuckled. “Watch me. I know where Loki’s chambers are. And I promise to scream if I’m getting murdered.”

“You shouldn’t joke about things like that,” Hogun insisted.

“I’m trapped on a different planet surrounded by gods. If I don’t joke about it, I’m gonna lose my mind.”

“I am still going to escort you.”

You rolled your eyes. Always obey Odin. “Fine.” Hogun wasn’t very talkative, at least.

It was a lot cooler in the palace—but then again, sacrificing a wonderful day that you could spend swimming and tanning and exploring to hide within some palace walls wasn’t all that appealing.

“Loki? Are you there?” Hogun was waiting around the corner with his hands clasped behind his back when you knocked.

Silence. You cleared your throat. “Loki, your hearing is a thousand times better than mine, I know you can hear me.”

A pleasant shiver ran down your spine when you heard a dark chuckle behind the door. A sliver of magic tore through the heavy wood of his door and it swung open, revealing him sitting in the shade on his bed with a book on his lap.

You blinked. He was dressed so casually. Bare feet, a green and soft-looking shirt with sleeves ending right below his elbows and wide black trousers reminding you of a comfy pyjama. Summing up, he looked hot.

“What are you doing here?” He was practically purring when he spoke your name, pulling a pleasant shiver from you. Something told you that Loki knew you were absolutely infatuated with him and boy, was he having fun with it. You sighed, letting it go for now. It was too hot to complain.

“I want to go swimming.”

“You want to go swimming?” Loki frowned at his book as if you’d suggested going rollerblading on the Bifrost bridge. Although… that actually sounded like a fun idea as well.

“Yes, Loki. It’s summer, it’s hot and I am melting. You’re a Frost Giant, how on Earth do you cope?”

“By staying inside where it’s cool, reading and most importantly, keeping my mouth shut.”

You grunted, closing the door behind you. “I’m gonna pretend like I was unable to take the hint to leave you alone. What are you reading?”

This time, it was Loki who sighed.

“Why don’t you ask Thor and his foolish friends? Are they giving you trouble?” he asked instead of responding to your question.

“No. Just… Because I want to spend time with you. And because they’re boring, obeying every single word the oh-so-allmighty-Odin says.” You threw your hands to demonstrate how ridiculous you found the whole situation.

Finally, Loki looked up from his book, a sly smirk tugging at his lips. “What makes you think that I won’t?”

“Please. You are the God of Mischief. And rules are made to be broken, right? You remember that pretty lagoon west of the Bifrost Bridge that you told me about? The one with the cave? I want to go there. Please, Loki. Pack your book and let’s go. If I’m on a different planet, at least I want to explore it a little.”

Loki considered you for a moment, almost as if he was trying to figure out whether you were just mocking him. Then, finally, he shut his book and elegantly stood from the bed. “Very well. Let’s go.”

His smile was genuine—it had to be. His book vanished into thin air the very moment his door swung open again.

“Quick. Before Hogun realises we are not really headed to the kitchens for a cool drink.”

Loki escorted you through one of the servants’ exits to avoid the guards and more importantly, Thor and his friends. The earthy path was steep as you followed him down further and further away from the palace until you reached the shore and the ground to your feet turned into warm sand.

A small boat was swaying in the water, tied to a rock in the sand with a thick rope. Loki, however, did not make a move toward it. Instead, he offered you his hand. Intrigued, you took it. Next thing you know, he transformed into an eagle, his talons gripping your hand tightly.

You cheered when you took off and he flew across the water towards the lagoon, your naked toes grazing the cool ocean water in the process. The landing, a few minutes later, was smooth and then, just like that, Loki’s eagle aspect disappeared again.

“That was incredible! Can you turn me into an eagle as well?”

“Potentially. It takes years to master transfiguration like this. Your body would have to adjust to the new form and you would have to learn how to fly. If I transformed you now, you would quite possibly drown.”

“Right.” You turned around, taking in your new surroundings. The lagoon was stunning. It looked like the inside of a volcano, a hollowed-out rock with a pond with the clearest sea water you had ever seen in the middle. Vines, trees, and flowers all grew around it, spreading a lovely scent, and the small cave at the opposite end looked like the perfect spot for camping. The waterfall was by far the best part of it all though. It was gushing and loud, drowning out all noise from the outside and reverberating within the lagoon.

“This is beautiful. How come no one ever comes here?”

“Well… Asgardians are not too keen on swimming. Most of them never even learn it unless they’re training to fight battles. It is considered impure and in some cases, disrespectful to swim in open waters.”

Loki waved his hand, letting a dark green picnic blanket appear in the sand that mixed with green grass where you stood. Along with it, he conjured up a golden plate full of grapes, apple slices, strawberries and other fruit you didn’t recognise. He sat down on it with his book in hand.

It was then you realised you didn’t actually have any swimwear.

“What? Why is that?”

“Ah, well, you see, according to our lore, the giant Ymir was slain so the worlds could be built. His brains became the clouds, his bones became the mountains and his blood became the oceans.”

“Are you trying to tell me I’m about to swim in someone’s blood?”

Loki chuckled. “Something like that.”

You suppressed a grin. Should you? It was only the two of you here after all. And what sent a clearer signal for “I like you, I’m attracted to you and I want to have sex with you” than skinny dipping? You shrugged your shoulders. You were on a different planet. Things couldn’t exactly get any crazier from here.

You pulled off your shirt and then peeled yourself out of your shorts. Your bra came off first after that. With your back turned to Loki, you could still practically feel his blue eyes boring into you. By the time you stepped out of your knickers and revealed your arse to him, he sucked in air so loudly you could even hear it over the waterfall.

Unceremoniously and gathering all of your swimming training from your school days, you dived head-first into the clear water as gracefully as you could muster. The water was divine. It was cool and salty enough for you to float without too much effort and the little fish you saw swimming past you didn’t even seem to be scared of you. You’d have to ask Loki for some fish food for them.

“I could have conjured you some swimwear, you know.” His blue eyes were glued to you. You grinned, swimming in his direction. The clear water did very little to conceal you and it was even clearer that the God of Mischief was having a hard time not to look down.

“And where would have been the fun in that? What are you doing, come in! It’s lovely! I dare you,” you added. “Oh no, whatever will all those fancy royals at the palace say if they find out one of their princes is skinny dipping with a peasant?” Dramatically, you brought the back of your hand to your forehead and then disappeared underwater for a moment.

When you emerged, Loki was standing and taking off his clothes. Yes.

“Last time I caused an uproar, I was in the middle of a feeble attempt at taking over Midgard. They’ll be relieved to hear I have resorted to less scandalous activities.”

Seeing Loki shirtless was quite possibly the highlight of your entire day. But he didn’t give you much time to drool over his muscly pale chest and those strong arms. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. When those comfy trousers came off, he was naked and damn, was he glorious even in a flaccid state. You didn’t even bother pretending not to stare.

Loki smirked and then, much more gracefully than you, dived into the pond. He looked downright gorgeous with wet hair when he emerged only a few inches away from you, so much so that you almost forgot to keep yourself afloat.

“Cat got your tongue? You aren’t going to back out now, are you?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Loki.” For a split second, playing Marco Polo with him crossed your mind but now that you had him naked in the clear water, you could think of more… adult activities.

“Can I ask you something?” You just needed some confirmation first. He’d promised to keep you safe but did that mean he reciprocated your feelings? Not necessarily, right?

Loki raised his eyebrows at you—in a gentle, teasing manner this time.

“Why did you agree to come here with me? I mean… the others… they’d never let me be alone with you. If they knew, they’d drag me out by the hair. Or you, whoever they manage to grab first. I guess… after everything that happened between you and the entire planet Earth, I didn’t think you’d want anything to do with a human beyond a genuine promise to make up for the past.”

Loki’s face fell.

“What? Did I say something wrong?”

He shook his head. “You did not. Let’s just say I forgot for a moment that you are mortal.”

Oh. “Is that bad?”

“I will have outlived you in a matter of decades. So yes. That is bad, pet.” Pet. You sincerely hoped he wasn’t able to hear the moan that escaped your lips. “I am not a villain. And it took a lot of convincing to make me realise that. So why would I not? I have no reason to meet you with hostility if you don’t either.”

You smiled at him. “That’s what I told them today, you know? That you wouldn’t have betrayed them if they hadn’t given you a reason to do so. And… That just means we’ve gotta make use of the time that we have even more, no?”

With that, you took the leap. You leaned forward, clung to him like a monkey and wrapped your arms around his neck. Your naked skin against his felt heavenly, even more so underwater. You kissed him as if your life depended on it, teeth clashing, tongues battling… your entire being lost itself in Loki, how good he tasted and how skilled of a kisser he was.

When you broke apart, you were both out of breath and a little surprised by what had just happened. Your eyes fell on his swollen lips.

“Admit it,” you whispered.

“What?”

“Admit it. You like me.”

Loki chuckled. “I wouldn’t put up with you if I didn’t, pet.”

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🏎️ ˖*°࿐ CP 1, may the best racer win!

🎤 mc’s notes : AND HERE SHEEE ISS!! yes,, i’ve been tryna cook this. THIS WHAT IVE BEEN SO EXCITED ABOUT. guys. racers are hot. like cmon. how could i not. AND REMEMBER WHEN I SAID LEO’S FAV MOVIE IS CARS? yep. this is it. GAH i hope you guys like this as much as i loved making it!!! enjoy! and see you again soon! >3<

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LEO WIPED the grease off his forehead with the ends of his white tank. he’d been working on his car for the past hours, forgetting that it had been forever since he’d last eaten. he should probably get on that. he let out his last heavy breath before getting up. he patted the hood of his red racecar, “you’re almost as good as new flames.” since his last race, his car had been beaten up pretty good by one of the other racers, travis stoll. he was annoyed to say the least, but he shouldn’t have been surprised. that’s what regularly happens on the track.

“leo?” he slightly jumped at the sound of his name being called, since it was incredibly late at night. only hearing the crickets out of his garage door and the flickering of his broken light. “yo jace!” he clutched his chest in relief, not that he was.. nervous or scared.. or anything. jason chuckled, patting flames with his own palm. “not working yet?” leo bit his lip, “just a few more tweaks and she’ll be good.” leo mirrored the blondie’s smile.

jason nodded, “good. ‘cause we got another race coming up soon.” leo furrowed his brows, “wh-what? we just finished tour!” he shot back, gripping the wrench in his hand tightly. jason gave a kind of scoff-laugh, “you’ll change your mind once you find out who’s coming out of camp to race.” the emphasizing of jason’s choice of words brought leo curious to say the least. the curly-haired kept silent, watching his best friend leave and back inside.

“who??” he asked the darkness.

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“ANNIE, i’m gonna get myself killed.”

“no you won’t! i’ve seen you out there (name)! you’re an amazing racer!” (name) groaned softly, throwing her head back in her chair. “no way josé!! i’m telling you!” annabeth exchanged the same expression, crossing her hands over her chest as she attempted to convince one of her very best friends to start racing. “piper and hazel would say the same! you’re amazing.”

“please don’t charm me.”

annabeth groaned, “okay fine. one race.” (name) continued her own work, rubbing her forehead as she focused. halfly on the words of annabeth. “you do one race, if you hate it, fine. no more racing. you like it, then keep. doing. it!” (name) stopped. it wasn’t an entirely bad idea. she did love racing. what’s the worst that could happen? she turned to annabeth, “one race. i’ll do one race.” annabeth practically jumped in place, clearing her throat she beamed. “it’s settled.”

they shook hands. “we need to get you some equipment little miss sunshine racer.”

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VEGAS WAS never this big back then. at least to leo it wasn’t. he remembered wilderness school back in nevada with jason and piper, and vegas was never this big. but then again, they we’re always on some weird field trip out of the city.

“feels good to be back, yeah?” jason patted the shorter boy’s back. leo letting out a chuckle as he shook his head. “yeah. duh.” he replied a hint of sarcasm mixed in. jason knocked the back of his head with another laugh. “you never told me who this special guest racer was.” leo opened the pack of candy in the compartment of his car while some others polished the red car.

jason let out an ‘ahh.’ “i’d rather keep it a secret until we get on the track.” leo rolled his eyes, “jason c’mon! you know i can’t wait for shit like this!” he cried, his mouth full of rainbow-colored skittles. jason laughed again before being cut off by the host, “racers to your stations! the race is about to start!” the two began to double-check their cars, and greeting a few of the audiences. the half-blood racers had always been famous. especially leo. he was an automatic crowd favorite, for being one of the fastest, the one with the best car, and of course, the guy was attractive in a racing jacket.

“there she is.”

jason laughed as he high-fived the [hair color] haired under the yellow helmet. leo raised a brow, “who the hell?” he mumbled to himself, thinking it was just some other guy going to wreck his car on the track again. jason turned to leo, “oh leo, this is our special guest.” leo watched the stranger remove the helmet from their face,

“(name) (last name)?” his mouth hanged open at the sight of the girl. “nice to see you too lee.” the way that her hair fell out of her helmet and so gracefully on her shoulders sent him to the moon. she walked towards him, ruffling his curly hair with a smile. “i haven’t seen you in ages!! look at you! finally taller than me!” she cackled, her one arm hugging her helmet, the other on her hip. (name) wore a yellow racing suit that matched her helmet.

“you look..” leo trailed off, still shocked, his eyes glued to her as it was incapable of blinking. he shook off the thought, “i didn’t know you raced.” he smiled. “i—“ cut off by annabeth, she slinged her arm around (name), “(nickname)’s an amazing racer.” leo cocked a brow, the side of his lips twitching into a smirk. “amazing racer huh?” he tilted his head to her. (name) flushed, “i wouldn’t say amazing. but i do love racing.” she beamed again, now hugging the helmet with both her hands.

the noise of what a horn would make echoed across vegas, “racers!” the mc’s voice. “oh titan, we gotta go.” jason spoke, quickly hopping in his own purple racecar, right behind leo’s. (name)’s car was beside the son of hepheastus, hers was yellow and white. “they weren’t kidding about the whole sunshine title thing we’re they?” leo teased, running his fingers through his hair as he slipped the helmet on and hopped in his car.

(name), letting out one final giggle, slipped inside. her helmet in place on her head, she pulled the visor up to get a good look on leo’s face through his window across her. she winked through her visor, “they don’t call me the sunshine racer for nothing, hotshot.”

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THE RACE felt like it lasted two seconds to both leo and (name). but really, it lasted about five laps, until someone had won.

and who won?

obviously (name).

“she broke your streak?!” percy cackled, throwing his head back on the couch of the racers’ lounge. leo scoffed, tossing his helmet beside percy forcibly out of frustration. jason continued explaining the race to frank, as they sat across one another on the small table they shared. “leo was in the lead for about three of the laps— until! ho, ho, ho,” leo groaned softly grabbing a bottled water and chugging it down as he listened to jason’s side of the story.

“(name) swooped! right beside him, totally catching all of us off guard. gods, she’s crazy fast.” frank’s jaw dropped, the remaining take out in his mouth falling out. frank shot leo a look, “listen, she lacks speed. that’s for sure. what she’s got is agility. i’m still the fastest on the track. of ANY track, for that matter. flames got nothing on that eye-sore of a car.” leo emphasized gulping down his water.

percy continued to laugh at leo, the water from his eyes now trailing down to his cheeks as he hugged his stomach, “COME ON DUDE KNOCK IT OFF IT’S NOT THAT FUNNY!” leo threw a pillow at his face, only for percy to be quick enough to catch it. “when you think about it, it is. not only we’re you beaten by a girl, but the sunshine racer who you happen to be in love with for like, centuries.” leo huffed, “i’m— not,” he scoffed, “in love with her.” he crossed his arms over his chest.

“oh yeah, very convincing.” jason leaned back on his chair. “y’all are assholes.” the boys’ racers lounge echoed with laughter as leo walked out with a churning feeling in his stomach.

as soon as leo walked out, continuing his habit of running his fingers through his hair, he caught a glimpse of (name) fixing her car. he strolled over, sassily clearing his throat to get her attention. he could hear her giggle under the hood, “hi leo.” she greeted, keeping her head under to fix the engine. she immediately knew it was the curly-haired racer. “you need a hot mechanic’s help with that?” he tried to play it off cool, looking away. she took the hood down to close it, “i’m okay. i’m a big tough girl.” she mocked a deeper voice, flexing her non-existent muscles. she laughed, leo smiled.

“i could hear the crowd cheer your name. fan favorite?” she asked, leaning her palms on the hood. leo psh-d, “i wouldn’t say fan favorite. but yeah- yeah, i guess.” he teased cockily, “ahh.. you know, i’m the fastest on the track, i got a nice car.. i’m good-looking, all in a days work.” he dusted off his shoulders with a smug smile. “but of course.” she shot him a scrunched smile, wiping her hands off. “why now (name)?�� he suddenly asked, “hm?” she hummed. “what do you mean?” she stopped her tracks.

“why start racing now? i heard you have a nice club back at camp with rach.” he shrugged. she smiled again, walking forwards to fix the collar of his jacket. “wanted to see who’s the best racer. but we all know who it is.” she winked again, leo could feel his ears heat up, watching her walk away. “pfft, yeah. we’ll see sunshine.”

sunshine.(name) . .

guess who’s the new fastest on the track!!!

flamingleoval . .

buy me skittles and i’ll admit it

🏎️ ˖*°࿐ end of cp 1 . .

[etherealising]

One more request/ask this time for aiekoy 🍑/🐻/🧡 could you write something on if baby and carm would get together if Mikey were still alive? Or just if they would cross paths and still never say anything? If you’re up to it if not no biggie- again congrats on 1k!🥳

ohhh i love this so much, giggling because i get to play with aiekoy cannon and i am living for it. gonna be honest i don’t even remember writing most of this but it is chaotic and i actually kinda love it.

this was going in so many different directions before this became my final thoughts, thank you for requesting and please enjoy!! 🫶🏽

warning(s): addiction | violence |

mikey lives, does barby?

in this scenario the only ‘aiekoy’ chapters that would still be canon are ch. 1-3, interlude 0-1 and any pre-aiekoy lore that i may not have published yet 🫣.

and for the sake of consistency, we’re throwing all ‘the bear’ canon out the window!

but now is where we start to change things, so we’ll say baby moves back to Chicago beginning of 2019 Christmas showed you just how much you missed being around your surrogate family and so we kiss the west coast goodbye.

and with baby back in town the trio (baby/nat/richie) with all the time they spend around mikey begin to realize like he needs serious help. his deterioration is so clear to anyone who looks at him that if things don’t change soon we all know what’s gonna happen.

it's a bit of back and forth cause mikey is stubborn as hell and he definitely doesn’t take kindly to his addiction being called out. man is feeling cornered right now.

i don’t think mikey would just agree to rehab out of nowhere, growing up as the man of the house i think he definitely has some underlying issues with toxic masculinity.

something big would have to happen for him to see the error of his ways like baby finding him just strung out in his office at the beef pills scattered everywhere and of course, it hurts you to see him this way.

so you begin like trying to dispose of the pills, searching his office for anything more and lecturing him because you love him ya know. obviously reasoning with an addict hardly if ever works.

sadly to say i think it would get a bit physically violent like mikey kind of just lashes out just like grips baby by the arms, and pins you to the wall so hard it alerts the staff.

and it's an ugly scene as richie pulls him off of you. you’re just standing there glued to the wall scared shitless as richie holds himself back from beating the shit out of mikey.

nat gets wind of the whole situation i feel like tina would definitely call her because wtf is going on with mikey?

a few weeks later baby’s distant with mikey, richie is genuinely physically disgusted anytime he’s around his best friend, and nat bless her heart is just trying to keep the family together. she explains what happened to mikey between the two of you because his memory is spotty and the man just breaks down like heaving sobs as he asks nat to help him get better.

they decide a long-term stint in rehab might work best, considering how long he’s been using and the toll his psychological state has taken we’ll say a 6 month program that as it progresses the whole gang will be involved in family counseling sessions.

baby and richie obviously go with nat to drop mikey off setting aside their issues with him (you obviously haven’t forgiven his transgression yet but you want to be there for him) and the whole thing is so emotional i’m talking group hug full of sobs and snot this shit is heartbreaking. but mikey’s adamant that he wants the help.

baby definitely thinks someone should tell carmy but both richie and nat are iffy about it and they table that conversation for the time being.

fast forward a few months mikey is in rehab detoxing and participating in counseling sessions, they aren’t allowed to contact him yet but they do get weekly updates on his well-being.

baby is in new york for work profiling executive chef alex johannes (he didn’t have a name in the show so now he does) about his work ethic and michelin stars or some shit.

he invites you to the restaurant hours before the dinner service so you can observe him and the kitchen during prep and this man is laying the charm on thick!

he’s definitely scummy and you’re genuinely fed up with him so you tell him you need to walk around to get a feel for the kitchen but you just want to be rid of him.

you’re doing your cute journalist thing taking notes, trying to talk to chefs about what the kitchen environment is like working under alex but these people are giving you nothing!

there’s a commotion at one of the prep stations and you’re obviously curious the whole kitchen is trying to pretend they aren’t watching this shit go down.

and you’re just listening to this poor chef get verbally abused as they’re working on their prep, jotting all this down in your little notepad.

but the sight of the chef slamming a cutting board against the counter has you flinching and you just can’t let that happen irritation radiating through you at this bully you’ve been assigned to profile.

you’ve seen enough stepping up to defend the poor chef with a few choice words to the older man ultimately getting in a verbal argument with him and being sent out of his kitchen, but not before he makes the poor chef join you, and whatever bravado you had to rip that asshole a new one is gone as carmen fucking berzatto begins walking in your direction shoving past you to get to the staff lounge.

what are the fucking odds that you end up at the same exact restaurant carmy works at after being ghosted by him again that one christmas. (I’d say they’re great since I’m writing this)

you’re standing there in shock for a minute before turning on your heel to find the man.

he’s pacing back and forth hand pressing into the space where his heart lay. as soon as he sees you he’s hurling questions your way; “what the fuck are you doing here?” “why the fuck couldn’t you just mind your business?” “he didn’t need your fucking help.” blah blah blah.

your anger from earlier is back and you’re just like alright bet “guess it’s still fuck me right carm?” grabbing your bag and getting the fuck outta dodge.

you don’t make it far before carmy finds you, the man doesn’t apologize but he asks you to stop by when he gets off.

you’re a loser for carm so you do. he’s takes you back to his place, it’s awkward as fuck but you finally give in and tell him about what’s going on in Chicago, mikey’s addiction, the “fight” you had with mikey at the beef, him being in rehab.

and carmy is surprised as fuck, to say the least, he tells you that he’s miserable in new york. feels like the restaurant might kill him before his anxiety ever could.

neither of you are sure how any of it happens but the next thing you know you’re naked under him giving into pent-up desires, promises whispered into each other’s skin.

you can’t stay in new york forever but the both of you decide it is for the best not to start anything with all the distance between you.

you try talking carmy into moving back to Chicago and homeboy actually gives it some thought.

after that the two of you are in constant contact like not a day goes by without a phone call or text.

you’re back in chicago mikey’s been doing good in rehab, the family counseling sessions are going well. next thing you know his 6 months are up and he’s out.

you talk carmy into visiting for a bit, he and mikey def have things to work out.

surprise surprise, COVID hits carmy gets stuck in Chicago (man is not complaining though if that means he gets to see you)

you get a roommate who doubles as a lover and everything goes from there!!!

a/n: reading this is so chaotic it actually made me giggle. on a serious note in no way am i saying all addicts are violent or have violent tendencies but from my experiences that has been the case. also i think canonically (7 fishes ep) that mikey did have violent tendencies whether it be the drugs or not.

[moon-sang]

ᴋʟᴜᴛᴢ ~ 𝔻𝕚𝕟 𝔻𝕛𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

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REQUEST: Reader goes to grab food and essentials with grogu while mando is out. Reader accidentally trips and scraped her knees (deep wound of some sort) and in the midst breaks grogu’s fall. Reader is hesitant to tell mando what happened but quickly realizes soon after (reader probably showing signs of hurt, limping etc). Fluff and comfort.

SUMMARY: You had always been a klutz... but this one fall may just change the relationship you have with Din.

WARNINGS: Fluff, angst, Soft!Din, fem!reader, description of wound, mature language, pls tell me if I miss anything!

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It’s not your fault.

It’s not your fault you were born such a klutz.

It’s not your fault you ran out of food on the Crest.

It’s not your fault you had to go out and get more supplies, whilst Din was on a hunt.

It’s not your fault a stone got caught in between your feet.

It’s not your fault you fell, and took most of the impact to protect Grogu. 

......Except... it was.

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The burning hot air of Nevarro attacked the new scrape on your knee, pulling a hiss out of you. Kriffing rock, getting in the way of your walking! The child cooed in your arms as you limped your way over to the Crest. You didn’t even want to look at it. You could just feel how deep the wound was, you knew you would probably faint if you actually looked at it. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After what seemed to be forever, you finally made it to the Crest. The familiar ship practically called you to it. 

“Now listen buddy.” You start. “I don’t want a peep out of you, we keep this a secret from Mando, yeah?!” All you get as a reply is a bunch of gurgles. A sigh makes it’s way to your face as you continue to hobble over to the hatch of the Crest. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The inviting cool air of the Crest relieved some of the stinging on your knee, but not nearly enough. You groan in pain, and ghost your fingers over the sensitive skin. You should probably patch it up before Din get’s back. 

Your fingers curl around the handle to a drawer, and pull it open. Finally something to patch your wou-.... Where are the medkits? FUCK! You had to buy some of those as well! You forgot them when you tripped! You bang your head on the cold chrome coloured wall of the Crest. “This is just great” You practically yell. With a frustrated groan you flop onto your ‘bed.’ 

“Hey kid, you wouldn’t mind going to the markets for me would ya?” you joke, looking at the confused gremlin. A chuckle leaves your lips when he frantically shakes his head. “Didn’t think so.” you whisper. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A few hours later Din arrived. The bounty was knocked out cold and most likely going to be put in carbonite. “Hey.” You greet, attempting to hide your wince and the pain in your voice. You get a nod in return, from the tin can. “How was the kid, cause any trouble?” You shake your head gently. “No, he was good for once.” he nods and turns to the kid, gurgling on the floor. “And what about Y/n? Did she hit her head, stub her toe, or trip anywhere?” He asks him. “Ha.Ha. Very funny.” You mock. Din was very familiar with your clumsiness by now. He’s seen it day after day, and the worst part about it is.... he finds it amusing. He chuckles at his own joke and makes his way to the cockpit. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It wasn’t until much later Din called you to the cockpit. It was easy to say ‘one sec’ or ‘yea! I’m coming’ but it was easier said than done. Every step to the ladder felt like you were pulling weights tied to your feet. 

When you finally managed to get a hold of the ladder, it was like staring up at mount Everest. It looked so tall, how were you gonna make it up there, with your bad knee? “Y/n? You coming?” Din yells from the cockpit. “Yeah!” You yell back. You could do this. With a huff you step on one of the rungs of the ladder. The pressure on your bad leg pulled a hiss out of you, but you kept going. Step, and pull up, repeat, step and pull up, repeat. That’s all you needed to do. Why did it feel so hard? Finally, after what seemed to be forever, you made it to the cockpit. And why were you panting from climbing a kriffing ladder? 

“What’s up?” you grit out. “The kids been stressing out and crying, I don’t know what’s wrong with him, could you take h-” Din cuts himself off when he turns his seat to look at you. You cock your head at him in confusion. “You want me to take him?” You finish for him. “No.” he replies bluntly, placing the kid on the floor and standing up. “Din...what’s.. going on? What’s wrong?” You hesitantly ask. “You tell me.” came his modulated reply. “What?” You practically whisper. “Do you know how pale you look? Kriffing hell you’re even sweating!” He stresses. Your breath hitches. Was the.. wound.. infected? Kriff it did take a few hours for Din to get back, you were bleeding out for quite some time. Tears well in your eyes but you hold them back. Things were getting overwhelming for you, and..... was Din talking? Whatever he was saying, you couldn’t hear, things were muffled. Your head pounded and a searing hot pain went through your leg before your vision went completely black.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

When you opened your eyes next, you were nested in Din’s bunk. You knew straight away because everything in there smelt like him. Beautiful. “Din?” You slur out, eyes closing again. “Shh, I’m here.” He hushes soothingly. You attempt to sit up, but you find Din gently, but firmly, pushing you back down. “No. Lay down. You need rest.” He orders. You groan in response. “My knee, woun-” You’re cut of by Din. “I dealt with it.” he whispers. You nod and a tense silence spills over the two of you. Finally, he talks. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He questions, a tiny amount of anger laced in his voice. “Didn’t want to.. distract you from the...kid. You respond, voice coaxed in sleepiness. Din sighs and slumps next to you on the bed, cradling your cheek in his bare hot hand. “How.. did you stitch...wound? We have.... no...medkits.” You slur yet again. “I had some spare in my drawer, you should’ve told me mesh’la.” He soothingly whispers, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Mm sorry” you whisper. He places a gentle kiss of your forehead, and quickly pulls his helmet back down. “Just tell me next time ok, You scared the kriffing shit out of me.” He chuckles. You giggle with him. “Ok.” 

Din pulls you closer to him and wraps and arm around you. You nuzzled into his warm chest... and just stayed like that for a moment, because... it was a strange routine the two of you had. Then there’s something crawling onto you. At first you think it’s a giant spider... but then.. an all too familiar cooing sound rings through the cot. You chuckle along with Din. “No buddy, we didn’t forget you, come on in.” You whisper as you and Din make a small space for him in between the two of you. Gleefully he jumps in, and you all snuggle in with each other. 

~ I hope you liked it!

[lu-vin-it]

Hi! I couldn’t find a pomt list so sorry if this is over your boundaries but what about Ellie Williams finding out reader is bi and not straight like she thought?

So sorry if I missed spelled something or if it’s over your boundary! Hope you have a good day/night! :)

New Contact

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Pairings: Ellie Williams x Reader

Pronouns Used: She/Her

Word Count: 808

Warnings: Alcohol consumption (Everyone is of age)

A/N: Ty to @stqrluvr for proofreading!! ily!!

“It doesn’t matter Dina, she’s straight.” Ellie said with a shake of her head as she took a hit off the blunt in her hand.

“There is no way that girl is straight! I saw her making out with a girl at that party yesterday.” Ellie’s eyes snap to Dina’s.

“Who?” The raven haired girl shrugs.

“All I know is that it happened. You should just ask her. What’s the worst she can say?” What was the worst you could say? Ellie wasn’t completely sure what she was afraid of. She wasn’t too close to you so if you did reject her, it’d be pretty easy to avoid you. So what was she afraid of?

“Why don’t you ask her, if it’s that easy?”

“Cause I’m not the one with a massive crush on her!” Dina throws her hands in the air.

“Okay, it’s not a massive crush! It’s just like.. there.”

“Ellie.” The brunette girl meets her best friend’s eyes and groans.

“Fine, is she going to be at the party at Jesse’s?” Dina shrugs, taking the blunt out of Ellie’s hand.

“Probably, her and Jesse are pretty close.”

The party was crowded, but what did you expect from Jesse? The man knew everyone. You found a drink and then propped yourself up against a wall, watching everyone pass you or talk to each other. You hoped that maybe someone, anyone, would notice you and approach you.

Ellie and Dina came to the party late after Ellie’s car broke down on the way. Dina was immediately corralled away by Jesse, and Ellie was soon by herself in the full room. She wandered for a while, keeping an eye out for you.

You had been there almost an hour now, and the only person you had talked to was some guy named Jack. Said guy named Jack wouldn’t leave you alone and you were now wishing you hadn’t even showed. You hadn’t even seen Ellie and she was the only reason you came anyways.

“And so afterwards we went to this super nice restaurant it was like, off the chain, dude!” You mindlessly nod and take a sip of your drink. “Maybe I could take you there sometime! It's really cool and underground. You’d like it.”

“I’m sure.” You give him a slight smile. “I’m gonna go get another drink.”

“Oh, I’ll come with you!” You internally groan.

“Great.” You start walking to the kitchen, Jack following as quickly as he could. When you finally made it, you noticed something. Ellie Williams was leaning against the counter holding a red solo cup and checking her phone. You gulp and walk past her, deciding it’d be weird to say anything.

“Oh, hey, Y/N!” Your heart stops. Ellie Williams just said hey to you and neither Jesse nor Dina were around to make her. You swiftly turn around with a big smile.

“Hey, Ellie! I didn’t see you!” She gives you a hug which you reciprocate immediately. “How’ve you been?”

“I’ve been goo—“

“Sorry, got blocked out by some guy!” You squeeze your eyes shut in annoyance before turning to face Jack.

“Hey, why don’t you go back out there, I’m gonna talk to Ellie for a bit.” You say with a smile.

“Oh it’s chill.” He extends his hand out to the brunette girl besides you. “I’m Jack.”

“She told you to leave, go.” Ellie nods to the door. Jack glances between you two.

“Fine, you’re not even that hot anyways.” He scoffs, turning around and leaving.

“God, thank you, he’s been chatting me up for the past forty-five minutes and I think my head was about to explode.” Ellie laughs and you smile.

“No problem… like I was saying, I’ve been good. What about you?” She hops up onto the counter. You shrug, walking over to the bowl of ‘punch’.

“I’ve been fine, school is beating my ass.” You pour yourself some. Ellie breathes a laugh and nods.

“Yeah, I get that.” She pauses for a moment. “Hey uh.. you’re straight, right?” You snort and turn around with an eyebrow raised.

“What gave you that idea?” Ellie’s cheeks turn bright red and she scratches the back of her neck.

“I.. uh..”

“It’s okay, chill! I’m bisexual.” You smile into your cup. “Why do you ask?” She averts her eyes from yours and for a moment the room is filled with an awkward silence.

“Uh.. well.. I was actually wondering if you wanted to go out with me sometime?” You grin.

“I’d love to, Ellie. Just tell me when and where and I’ll be there.” Ellie smiles and sits up straight. “Let me get your number, hold on.” You fish through your purse until your hands finally land on your phone. You open it and start creating a new contact titled “Ellie 💕” before handing it to the brunette.

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[lost-in-lamentation]

prompt twenty and leviathan, please! 🧡

a/n: i thought of this scenario while i was on genshin and accidentally let all my chars die cause i scrambled to type it out lmao fly high chongyun

prompt #20: leviathan + “thank you.” “for what?” “for coming into my life.”

content: levi realises how much you’ve done for him all this time.

no warnings!

fluff. leviathan x gen!reader (you/your).

levi figures that there’s no harm skipping dinner for the 5th time in a row this week. after all, there’s raids he has to take care of, and a new banner on one of his favourite gacha games is dropping soon. he’ll have to grind for hours if he wants to guarantee the best results. it won’t matter to anyone if he’s not there today, the demon decides. he slips his headphones on, cracking his knuckles as he flops into the chair in front of his monitor. the hours tick by faster than he would have liked; before long, there’s a knock at the door, accompanied by a welcome voice.

“levi? you didn’t come down for dinner, are you okay?” 

levi pulls one side of his headphones away from his ear. “just come in MC, i can’t pause my game here,” he calls out, skillfully controlling his character with only one hand on the keyboard. 

the door clicks open softly, your figure slipping through with a bowl of food in hand. “is now a bad time? i can come back later-”

“no! no, just- one second-” levi fumbles on his words. within a minute, his character is standing under a victory banner, and levi is quick to slide his headphones down to his neck. “what is it?” when he turns around, he sees you brushing the thin layer of dust that has collected on some of his figurine shelves. his heart twists at the sight.

“dinner,” you repeat with a chuckle, searching around his room for the small foldable table. he hears you mutter a “found it”, and all he can do is watch as you bring it over to him. the table unfolds with ease, and you’re placing the food on it when you’ve determined it won’t collapse. “eat something before your next raid, okay?” 

“r-right,” levi stutters out, surprised at all you were doing for him. “i don’t have any more for the next few hours, so i have some time,” he says softly, eyes following you around as you slowly tidy up the things that were cluttered on the floor. 

“great, so start eating dinner!” you send him a smile, then turn back to cleaning the mess. 

levi hums out an acknowledgement, tousling the food with the spoon you had provided before digging in. time begins to pass by again, a comfortable silence laying over the two of you as he finishes his dinner. when levi finishes, he places the bowl on the table with a low clink, shifting his gaze to find you watching the fish swim around in his aquarium. “

“oh, are you done?” you take the bowl away from his side before he responds. “you can’t keep missing dinner, levi. it’s not good for you. ah! i forgot to bring you water!”

levi waves his hands at you, his chest aching at how you were concerned for him. "MC, it’s okay, i have water here,” he assures you. “and uh… i won’t miss tomorrow. i promise.” 

you smile at him again, and levi wonders how you haven’t become tired of him yet. “i’m gonna bring this back to the kitchen. do you need anything?” the avatar of envy shakes his head in return. “alright then. before i go, i wanted to ask. can i come back here later tonight?”

“what for?” 

“i wanna hang out with you.” levi doesn’t know if his heart is in his throat or his stomach; he can only stare at you in disbelief at such a question. “i don’t hear a no, so i’ll be back later!” 

before long, you’ve disappeared from his room, leaving levi to debate all the reasons why you might want to return. you’re gone for longer than levi expected you to be, but he wishes you left him more time to mentally prepare himself. when you walk back into his room, pyjamas on and blanket draped around your shoulders, levi feels heat spreading across his face. 

“m-make yourself comfortable,” levi finally manages to say aloud. 

“already am,” you say nonchalantly, shuffling over to sit in front of his bathtub and pulling a book out from behind your back. “don’t mind me, just play what you were going to.”

the pounding in levi’s chest echoes all the way up to his head. his mind swims through reality, and he briefly thinks that he’s imagined a new world for himself. but the way you wrap your blanket tight around yourself and giggle at a line from your novel makes levi think otherwise. he can barely focus on the game at hand, and eventually gives up altogether. out of frustration, he rubs his hands against his face, sighing into them before swivelling his chair around to face you. “MC, you can sit in the tub. o-only if you want to! it just, might be better for your back there.” 

with a grin, you’re clambering over the side, sliding in to cushion yourself against his blankets. “maybe the bathtub isn’t so bad,” you giggle, burrowing yourself further in. “i like how it smells like the ocean here. it’s just like you.” 

“h-huh?!” the demon jumps out of his seat. “don’t just say stuff like that!” a part of him wants to kick you out; to reject everything you’ve done for him, and to forget the feeling that you always stirred in his stomach. and yet, he can’t bear to see you go. you’re laughing now, and it draws him closer to you. his feet carry him to his bathtub, and he stops just at the edge so that he can crouch down and lock eyes with you. 

you look directly at him, and levi wants to believe that there’s something other than friendship in your eyes. “sorry,” you say, rather non-apologetically. “you okay there?”

levi takes a breath for courage, then swallows the rest of his nerves. “MC, i…” he crosses his arms and leans them on the bathtub. “thank you.” 

“...for what?” 

“for- for taking care of me, and keeping me company. and also, for coming into my life.” the instant the words leave his mouth, levi feels both regret and relief flood into his veins, and he nearly crashes onto the floor. 

you act quicker, hauling him into the bathtub next to you. he stiffens against your touch, but relaxes immediately when you pull him on top of you. you lean back against the side of the tub, guiding levi’s head to fall onto your shoulder. all embarrassment forgotten, levi feels the tension leave his body. “i’d do anything for you, levi.” your breath on his ear tickles, and he shudders at the sensation. “you’re more calm than usual, you know. did you stay up all night again?” 

levi shrugs against you. “i don’t know how long i’ve been up for.”

“well, that explains it.” 

he feels you smile against the crown of his head, and levi doesn’t want this moment to end. “MC?” your humming vibrates through both your chest and his. “please don’t leave.”

levi sighs contentedly as your arms wind around his waist, hugging him flush against yourself. “not in a million years.”

a/n: there are so many mistakes in here and it's kinda #cringe but i feel free

reblogs are really appreciated (´ω｀) ♡

prompt list here.

[rafedaddy01]

Baby Mama

Series Masterlist

You still haven’t told Rafe your pregnant, you were about to and your parents walked in. You were even more nervous now than before, Rafe went home that night and you spent the whole night turning in bed too sick to sleep.

Not only did you have to break the news to your baby daddy, you had to find a way to tell you parents. They would not be happy, your dad would definitely lecture you about how young you are and your mom would cry. It would be s total shit show, maybe you could hide it?

Hopefully Rafe would not hate you, your mind raced all night with different scenarios on how to tell him and how he would react. Your relationship was so fresh, you didn’t want to ruin that.

In the morning you paced your room as you pressed send on the text.

“I need to talk to you, meet me at the club” -y/n

“Sure thing baby, I’ll see you soon” -Rafe

“I’ll be back!” You told your parents as you grabbed a light jacket and rushed out the house before you were interrogated.

Driving to the country club, your stomach turned as you thought about rafe flipping out on you and causing a scene and storming off. Leaving you, never giving you a second thought. You hoped he wouldn’t, you were falling for him hard and couldn’t imagine leaving him. But then again Rafe Cameron couldn’t be one to be tied down, you knew this which is why you expected the worst. But you needed to do this, he needed to know.

You parked and gathered up the courage, taking a deep breath and walking inside. You spotted Rafe sitting at the bar sipping on a beer. He spotted you and his eyes lit up, “took you long enough, I missed my girl” he said wrapping his arms around your waist and dipping down for a kiss.

You kissed him back and pulled away, turning your head and trying not to let the threatening tears to spill.

“Rafe, why don’t we sit down”

“Everything okay?”

You looked into his eyes that were laced with worry, you couldn’t help but let a few tears fall as he wiped them with the pads of his thumbs.

“Hey, hey. Y/n, what’s wrong. Talk to me”

“I-I don’t know how to say this..” you cleared your throat and held his hands. “Here it goes.. I’m pregnant Rafe” you froze as you expected him to toss your hands aside and walk out.

Instead his lips curved into a smile, his eyes beaming with joy.

“Are you serious!” He exclaimed, standing up and picking you up and twirling you around. All eyes giving confused looks.

“Rafe, Rafe! Put me down!” You laughed as he gently set you down. “Your not mad?” You asked looking away shyly. “Mad? Why would I be mad?” He asked wrapping you in a hug. “I don’t know, I just thought you wouldn’t want this”

“Bullshit, I love you y/n. I know it might be soon, but I can’t wait to start a family with you. This is the best day of my life, we’re gonna have a little Rafe running around soon” he said rubbing your belly. “Oh god” you playfully rolled your eyes at the thought of taking care of two Rafes.

“Come on, we’re gonna celebrate.” He said pulling your hand and heading to the exit. “Where are we going” you giggled. “We’re gonna go get anything you and my baby want to eat and then we’re gonna watch the sunset while I feed you ice cream by the ocean” he said opening the door for you.

“Rafe.. we don’t-“

“Nonsense, your carrying my child and I will spend the rest of my life taking care of you” he placed his forehead on yours and kissed your lips softly. “I love you” he whispered, brushing his nose against yours.

“I love you” you said smiling.

The two of you walked hand in hand, both smiling as he opened passenger door for you and helped you inside, coming down and kissing your belly before closing the door and jogging around to the drivers side.

“Ready mamma?” He asked as he started the engine and sent a grin your way. “Yea” you beamed, intertwining your hand in his.

[sunbaby01]

Click

JJ Maybank x reader

Based off the image below <3 (expect a hell of a lot more JJ bc I’ve just binged start to finish of OBX and I’m obsessed)

Along with the promise of no regrets for the summer, Eva had made herself a promise to capture as many photos from summer as they could on her moms old, slightly bust up film camera. Sure, she could buy a new one with the money saved from working at the wreck, hell if she was a kook she would’ve bought the most expensive one. But Eva was a Pogue through and through having been always taught ‘if it’s not broke, don’t fix it’ buying a new one didn’t even enter her mind.

The pictures didn’t have to be particularly pretty or perfect but more so capture the times that filled her with so much joy or peace that made her cheeks hurt or eyes crinkle. A snap here or there of John B and Sarah, a few of Kie while they messed around at work, Pope on their fishing trips and of course JJ. Just simply being JJ, she really didn’t have an excuse as to why there were more photos snapped of him than anyone, whether that was him on HMS Pogue, at a kegger, rolling and smoking a J or just being him. He was her favourite person to look at and to be with.

The Pogues were confused at first to the click they’d hear in the background until gradually they paid it no mind, glad to have someone capturing their youth. Even some of them started taking the odd photo with it.

“How many of those do you have now” Kie nodded to the roll of film she placed with the others, in a tattered shoebox kept at the chateau.

“3 or 4 I think…I got a bit snap happy” she shrugged guiltily.

“When’re we gonna see them?” Pope asked her, “I’m surprised you haven’t developed any yet”

“Soon…I’m just waiting to be paid and I probably will then. Shit ain’t cheap” she snorted pushing away the guilty feeling and checked her pockets cursing when she came up empty.

“Shit…I’d better get home, need to grab another roll before the sunset. I’m hoping it’s a good one” she smiled at them all going around and placing a kiss on each of their cheeks lingering on JJ’s and ignoring Sarah’s quirked brow as she pulled away.

“Hey! Wait up!” His voice sent shivers through her, “didn’t think you could get away that easy could you” he smirked wrapping an exposed arm over her shoulder and pulling her into his side.

“J it’s a 10 minute walk, if that” she tried to reason giggling when he stumbled slightly.

“10 extra minutes with you” he shrugged as if it was nothing looking straight ahead, as if his words hadn’t caused her stomach to be bombarded with butterflies.

“Flirt” she nudged him, cursing herself for leaving the extra roll at home when she saw the way the sun hit his skin.

“For you? Always baby” he nudged her back and opened the chipped gate for her letting him lead her to her front door, house empty as usual.

“Well I’ll leave you-“ he rubbed his neck eyes darting round looking for some excuse to stay.

“Wanna watch it with me? The sunset?” She dared to ask noticing his hovering.

“Yes- I mean yeah” he tried to recover and she hid her smile looking down.

“Great…I’m just gonna grab us a drink and find some snacks to take. Will you grab my extra roll? It’s in a white box under my bed” she headed to the kitchen not thinking twice, completely overwhelmed at the joy in his eyes when she asked him to stay.

JJ headed to her room body on autopilot, gently pushing her door open and taking in the scent of her perfume that still lay in the air. Despite being in here multiple times before, his eyes always flitted around looking for any changes he may have missed, smiling at the sweatshirt thrown on her bed - his from their last beach outing a few weeks back. He’d told her to keep it but didn’t think she’d still be wearing it.

“What do you wanna eat and drink?” Her voice rang through the house snapping him out of it.

“I’m not fussy” he called back.

He knelt down reaching under her bed and pulled out the box she’d described, opening it to see at least 5 more new rolls of film. She wasn’t lying, her mom really had gone over the top for her birthday. Two envelopes sat amongst the rolls and his fingers itched to open them. She wouldn’t mind right? She’d asked him to go in this box. His brows furrowed as he lifted it out and opened the first envelope to find developed film photos. Sure, he could’ve been mistaken but then he saw the one he took of him with kie asleep in the background.

She’d gotten the photos developed despite claiming she hadn’t yet.

“Why would you lie” he murmured to himself flicking through the photos reminiscing the days before placing them back in the envelope.

“J!” She called and his body froze waiting to hear the creaking floorboards that never came, “I’m just gonna call my mom and tell her we won’t be in for dinner”

“Okay!” He responded smiling at we, he waited till he heard her voice on the phone and picked up the second envelope.

His heart pounded as he flicked through and his chest warmed so much so he placed his hand there as if to cool it. Picture after picture of him just existing. Tears welled up in his eyes as the feeling rushed through him, he knew he’d liked her but this that he was feeling was love. So intense and so strong that if he was stood it would’ve bought him to his knees.

“J, you ready?” Her voice came closer and he shoved the photos back in the box haphazardly wiping his face clean of any tears and standing with the roll of film in his hand.

“J?” She came to stand in the door trying to place the look in his eyes.

“Ready,” he smiled softly and stepped forward towards her, placing a kiss against her head out of the blue before leaving her stood there wide eyed, distracting her so much so that she almost missed the lid of the box not being on properly. Shaking her head, she quickly went to close the lid and her heart dropped into her stomach seeing all the photos of him laid out having obviously been looked at.

Well shit.

Kicking it back under she rushed to catch up with JJ who was already sat, shirtless, waiting on the beach, she sat next to him silently taking the film out of his hand as he offered it her and putting it in her camera; anything to occupy herself.

“Just waiting to be paid?” He broke the silence knocking his knee with hers.

“J…it’s not what it looks like” she couldn’t lose him.

“Oh really?” He tutted full of confidence. “Because to me it looked like the girl I was in love with had feelings for me too…my mistake” he smirked staring out at sea, seeing her head snap to his out of the corner of his eye.

“You..you love me?” She pointed to herself causing him to let out a laugh and turn to her teary eyed.

“I do” he nodded.

“Are you sure?” She asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, with all my heart if I’m being honest” he grinned feeling a weight off his chest.

“I love you so much” closed her eyes to stop her tears falling overcome with emotion, her breath caught when she felt his hand on her face turning her head towards him, their lips finally meeting in a soft kiss. Pulling apart they smiled at each other, JJ jumped up and pulled her up too into his arms practically spinning her in joy kissing her once again only stopping when her hands dropped from around his neck. Stepping back she picked up the camera laying on JJ’s T-shirt and turned it his way wanting to photograph this moment. The grin on his face with the sunset in the background, the feeling they both felt - all of it.

“God I love you” she couldn’t help slip out one more time as she looked through the viewfinder making him let out a laugh.

“I love you baby”

Click.

[damonjuicyscock]

Playlist-Chapter 9: Please don't go (90s Noel Gallagher X Reader)

Pairing: 90s Noel Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: language, angst, fluff, and... SMUT (yes it's back, P in V, Unprotected sex don't forget to protect yourself kids), a few spelling mistakes maybe.

Words: 3626 !

Summary: After the Whisky A Gogo events, Noel and you are barely talking to each other. But love seems to be stronger than this.

A/N: Heya Y'all ! Here's chapter 9 ! The return of SMUT ! I teased it a bit last week. I'm happy to finally feed you haha. Hope you'll like it as ever, and rendez-vous next week for the next chapter.

Love y'all

Enjoy !

(That's how he's supposed to look like in December 1994 apparently, at least that's what I saw...)

“Babe, I love you so I want you to know That I'm gonna miss your love The minute you walk out that door

So please don't go Don't go Don't go away Please don't go Don't go I'm begging you to stay

If you leave, at least in my lifetime I've had one dream come true I was blessed to be loved By someone as wonderful as you

So please don't go Don't go Don't go away Please don't go Don't go I'm begging you to stay».

December 1994:

It felt weird and unpleasant. Being on tour with Oasis and barely speaking to Noel seemed unseemly and unacceptable. I felt like a freeloader. I was travelling with them for free in exchange for my help, and yet, the only thing I wanted was to go home. No matter how much the other guys reassured me, I still felt out of place.

It had been two long months since things weren’t the same. Noel was letting me sleep in the hotel rooms and was going to sleep with one of the guys. The beds felt empty without him by my side. But my heart was full. Full of sadness. I was crying every damn night. It was tearing me apart. Breaking me. And I knew that once Oasis would have their Manchester gig, everything would be over. I would go to live at my parents house for a few, find myself a job again, never see Noel ever again, and try to forget him. Oh, but I would have to see him again, because my belongings were at his apartment, and soon, he would move to London. That was the detail that caused my heart to even break more.

The thing I didn’t know was that he already moved to London when we were on tour. He’d hired removal men who’d taken all his stuff to his new apartment. His things, as well as mine. I was now a Londoner and Liam was the one who told me, because Noel wasn’t saying anything to me anymore.

You wouldn’t believe it, but the situation hurt me more than what I lived with Kenneth.

And knowing I had nowhere else to go to when in London, I was forced to stay at Noel’s apartment.

December 13th-14th 1994- London

This night, Oasis were playing Hammersmith.

After the gig, Liam wanted us to have an afterparty in a pub but Noel proposed the guys to have the afterparty at his place for a sort of house-warming party.

So we went to buy drinks and some stuff to eat too and arrived at the apartment. It wasn’t little but wasn’t huge either, and again there was only one bedroom and one bed. But there were two keys, mine and Noel’s. Maybe the move had happened before we argued, and that now, he didn’t want me there anymore.

And anyway, I had to leave.

After quite a party at Noel’s place, the guys stood the night, sleeping on the ground with covers.

At about 5am, when the sun was starting to rise, I woke up, trying to be as discrete as possible. I started collecting my belongings and my box, and silently took them at the main door. Then I heard a familiar voice, and felt a familiar silhouette stand behind me.

What are ye doing? He asked

I turned around and looked at him.

Oh, so you’re talking to me now?

I could say the say thing. Now please, answer me question. He answered, dryly

Well I think you’re not blind, I’m collecting my stuff. I’m leaving. I’m going back in Town.

Silence settled in for a few seconds, and I heard him sigh and his breath was shaking.

I don’t want ye to go. He said, his voice trembling

I looked at him and saw he was on the verge of tears.

I have to. It will be better for us. I can’t live like this Noel. I said my voice trembling as well

Tears invaded my eyes.

Live like what? He asked

I can’t stay with a man who doesn’t love me anymore, when I do. I should have known earlier. I can’t live with a broken heart. It would kill me. If I can’t have you, it’s better if I leave, because it would kill me to see you with someone else too.

Wait Y/N, I…

My dad bought me a train ticket, I’m leaving in an hour so I should better get going.

Will ye listen to me ?

No. I know you’re going to apologize for something you’re not responsible for. And it would break my heart even more. I can’t force you to love me Noel.

I took my box, my bag and my suitcase, ready to go.

Come on, please Y/N…

Farewell Noel.

And I left, under the rain. I sobbed hard. Love could hurt badly. Love only punches the heart.

By the afternoon, I was at my parents place, asking for affection and reassurance like a damn child, which they did give me, without asking any questions. And at the moment I was about to cry again, I heard meowing.

Ringo ?!

*

December 18th 1994- Manchester

The only thing I was doing during my days was looking for a job. But each evening and night, I was in my old bedroom, listening to the radio and reading to empty my mind.

Empty my mind because Noel was in my head. And because Oasis were playing Manchester this evening and I didn’t go.

At about midnight, the radio started playing an old K.C and the sunshine band song: Please don’t go. And each time the singer was repeating the chorus, it reminded me of Noel’s words. “I don’t want ye to go”.

So I started crying again. Shit. Everything reminded me of him. And I cried myself to sleep.

At 1:30 am, I heard someone throw rocks at my window. I immediately knew it was him. Because he was the only one doing this. I walked to it and opened it, receiving a rock in the eye, again.

Ouch! Seriously, you still can’t aim!

Fuck, I’m so soz Y/N.

What the fuck do you want?

Can I climb?

Why?

Please it’s fucking freezing out there! And I need to talk to ye.

I hesitated.

Okay, come on, but don’t break your neck!

Noel climbed at my window, entering my bedroom. Just like he did when we were younger.

Hi! He said with a smile

What do you want? I asked softly

Well ye left like this and ye didn’t even listen to what I had to say.

Noel…

Those aren’t fucking apologies Y/N. Please, let me talk.

I sighed, already sad about what I was about to hear.

Okay…

I sat on my bed

I want us to talk about what ye said in September.

I knew it… Listen, I said anything I had to say Noel.

I know but… I didn’t see anything. And I feel like shite for not doing so.

Feels like you’re going to apologize…

Would ye like to?

No. I was really explicit about it though.

I know. I didn’t know how to fucking react. I kinda… panicked.

I chuckled.

And why so?

Because I never stopped loving ye either. But I was fucking scared ye would break me heart again. And I can’t let ye do that. Ye don’t know how it fucking broke me. I wouldn’t survive if it happened another time.

Now I was the one feeling like shit.

Oh Noely, I’m so…

Don’t. It wasn’t yer fault, it was mine. I’m not trying to excuse meself fer what I did, but I think music was and is such a part of me life, that I had to run away from me responsibilities like the coward I  fucking am and focus on what would never leave me. And I figured and didn’t know at the same time that it meant losing ye. I kinda made an unconscious choice in a way. Ye were right. I stopped calling when I should have. Yer… Yer the best thing that ever happened to me Y/N.

And suddenly, he broke down. He was sobbing hard. I never saw Noel cry like this before. Often on the edge of tears, but not like this.

I was used to “hard” and “strong” Noel, who was never showing his emotions apart in studio when singing and playing his songs. Where he was letting his emotions loose. Because deep down, the real Noel was kinda and almost like the little boy I met, something innocent and pure. But when he would be done playing, he would call you a twat.

 I loved both sides. But I loved the real Noel even more.

He sat on my bed next to me, hiding his face, so I wouldn’t see him cry.

I sat beside him, taking him in my arms.

The best thing that has ever happened to you, huh?

Yea… He answered sniffing

After Oasis?

He chuckled

Mmmh, let me guess… yes?

You bastard! I laughed

He chuckled again

Of course not. Ye’ve always been before Oasis. Before owt else.

So stop crying your heart out handsome.

He lift his head up and looked at me.

Is there any chance?

I don’t know, actions have always spoken louder than words.

I knew he understood the assignement. Because his face slowly approached mine, our eyes closed, and his lips finally touched mine, kissing them tenderly.

He let out a low moan at the feeling, as if it was the best thing in the world. His tongue asked for entrance, and I let him, the kiss becoming heated, before stopping to say:

And I’m definitely stealing the “stop crying your heart out” from ye. What a fucking title fer a song.

Y/N, your muse, at your service. I answered

Fuck yes ye are!

And he started kissing me again, this time passionately, taking our breaths away. A pool started to from in my undies. I wanted him, I needed him. I started unbuttoning his shirt at the same time.

Are ye sure? he asked me

I’ve never been so sure of my life. I answered

So he let me finish what I started, while by his side, he started peppering my neck with kisses, causing me to shiver. I missed this feeling.

I took off his shirt, letting my hands wander on his torso and his back and caressed them.

Fuck, I missed yer touch… He said

I didn’t answer and kissed him instead. I felt his hands untie my dressing gown, uncovering my breasts. He then took it off me, leaving me naked from the top.

Ye’re even more beautiful than I remember…

Oh stop it.

He chuckled

I quickly unbuckled his belt and unbutonned his jeans. He stood up and took them off. He laid me down before hovering me and kissing me again. We were eager and we couldn’t stop. I felt his hand tug at my undies. I looked at him, smiling.

What are you waiting for ? I asked

He smirked and slid them off before sliding his boxers too.

I wrapped my legs around him to feel him against my skin again. He whimpered when I did so and caressed my cheeks. He started dry humping me, his look plunged into mine. And I could see it: the flame, the same one I saw on the last day of 1983, when he said he was in love with me for the first time. Some things don’t change. Here it was a mix of love and lust.

I caressed his body, his back, his buttocks, already being almost out of breath because the feeling of our reunion was a bit overwhelming. And I could feel it did the same thing to Noel.

Eventually, I was so wet I felt him enter me without warning from dry humping me, causing me to gasp. It hurt and felt good at the same time. It had been a long time I didn’t do anything.

Fuck, ye’re so tight… Are ye okay?

Yeah, you can move already. God, I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long…

Me too.

He started thrusting in me, slowly at first, so we could both get used to the feeling, and increased the rhythm of his hips rolling against mine little by little.

I had to be as quiet as possible, and it was hard to do so. The amount of emotion I felt at this right moment made it impossible.

I was whimpering hard, looking at my lover and kissing him. His hand was trying to find mine and when he finally did, he held it tight and squeezed it.

My eyes shut in pure extasy as I felt him filling me up to the brim. Our bodies were started to be covered in sweat, and our whimpers were getting louder.

With his other hand, Noel grabbed my thigh, caressing and holding it, giving him a new angle that helped him thrust even deeper in me, hitting the right spot, making me moan.

He put his lips on mine to silence me.

And with each thrust, he was hitting this magical spot repeatedly, bringing me closer to my climax.

Fuck… I love ye so much Y/N…

With these words, my body let go. My back arched on the bed, my eyes rolled at the back of my head, and my body started trembling. Noel helped me ride out my orgasm and stopped moving, looking at me.

I’ve got ye love, I’ve got ye.

When I finally was back to earth, I felt Noel’s hand caressing my breasts, sliding to my hips.

Why did you stop? I asked

I wanted to see ye cum. I missed hearing yer sweet sounds and seeing ye cum. And I want to last a little bit longer too.

Well, I hope you’re not disappointed.

He chuckled.

How could I be? we both had what we wanted.

Oh and Noely…

What?

I love you so fucking much.

Yea, I know.

I took advantage of the situation to hover him at my turn.

My turn now. Just sit tight.

Yer orders madam.

I put a hand on his shoulder to stabilize myself, taking his member in my other hand, sliding up and down before sinking down on him completely, causing him to moan lowly, as he bit his lower lip.

I grabbed his hands and put them on my hips before putting my hands back on his shoulders as I started bouncing up and down on his hard member.

I was sore from my previous orgasm and knew my next wasn’t far. I adapted a regular pace, kissing him at the same time to silence our moans that were getting louder.

Noel’s arms wrapped around my waist, and he started thrusting in me to help me reach our extasy.

Oh Noel… I moaned lowly

His lips came in my neck, kissing it and leaving a hickey.

He found my sweet spot again and my eyes closed in pleasure.

My insides started convulsing around him, which affected his movements that quickly became sloppy.

Fuck, love, I’m going to cum… He grunted

Just say it one more time. I whimpered

Say wh-what?

Tell me you love me….

Fuck… I love ye to fucking death Y/N…

And just like this, I wrapped a hand around his bicep, while the other pulled at his hair as I let myself go again.

I was only shivers.

My head fell in the crook of Noel’s neck, crying out in pleasure against his lips. Then Noel let out long and desperate moans against mine as he filled me with his hot release.

We held each other tightly, our sweaty bodies connected, kissing and catching our breaths. I rode out my high crying. It had felt so good.

When he softened, he pulled out and we collapsed on the bed, next to each other. He kissed my forehead before caressing my arm and my face. I put my head on his torso, listening to his heartbeat.

Are ye okay? He asked

I’m more than okay, I just cried because it was a lot. I…

Ye needed this, I know. I did too.

I was going to say I missed you, but yeah, I needed you too. With everything that happened…

Hey, I’ve got me scars too love. Ye’ve healed mine and I hope I healed yers.

Oh you did. You saved my life Noely. You did even more.

And this time, I won’t let ye go. That’s a promise. I can have both. I can have ye, and I can have music too. And though, if I had to fucking choose, I’d choose ye without hesitating.

I kissed him before getting up and grabbing an old clean tee to clean our mess.

After this, we quickly fell asleep in each other’s arms.

*

The next morning, I was woken by a pounding on my door. FUCK, THE DOOR! We didn’t lock it!

Wakey wakey in there! my dad said

Fuck! Noel, wake up! I whispered

My young over grumbled

Five more minutes mam… he said

Noel, for fuck’s sake, it’s me not your mam and we’re at my parents!

Holy shit! He said opening his eyes as he jumped out the bed, dressing hastily

Y/N, I’m going in! my mother said

Wait no mam, I’m not presentable!

Oh, it’s all right darling, I gave birth to you, I saw you being born, I’ve already seen you naked, I know how you look like!

Quick, under the bed! I said to Noel, who immediately hid

I barely had the time to cover myself as my mum entered.

Mam! For fuck’s sake I’m 27 years old, my intimacy!

Morning to you too sweetie, I see your language is as flowery as ever!

Soz, you just took me by surprise mam.

Nevermind, what do you want for breakfast?

Huh, toasts. Toasts with some of your strawberry jam please.

Okay. Will you take the same thing Noel? She asked

Oh for fuck’s sake… I mumbled, hiding my face in embarrassment

Huh yea, thank ye Y/M/N, and a cuppa please

Alright. Be downstairs in 10 minutes! She said before closing my bedroom door

Noel showed his head for under the bed, looking at me.

Hello there. He said

I looked at him and we burst out laughing.

Please, swear you’re staying for breakfast.

I’m not going to leave ye in the lurch on yer own, ye know I’m not like that!

Thank God.

I’m only Noel but thank ye love. He chuckled

So modest.

Oh, by the way, ye forgot this when ye left the last time. He said, handing me a key

What’s this?

The key to our place. Will ye come back to me after Christmas?

I kissed him and took the key.

I’m already back, me. I answered

I dressed up and we got downstairs. My mum was in the living room, sat on the couch, waiting for us.

Ah here you are you lovebirds. Sit and have breakfast.

How did you know Noel was here mam?

Not hard to guess when there are boxers half-hidden in your bedside table. Listen, it’s normal at your age to go at it…

Oh here we go… I said

But just not under my roof anymore. When you were 16-17 years old, I couldn’t say anything.  Preferred you to do it in a safe place rather than risking getting arrested. But now you’re both 27, you’re grown-up adults, you have plenty of places to go to do it. I gave birth to my daughter, but I never signed to hear her…

MAM! I exclaimed, interrupting her

Well, long story short, don’t have sex here anymore, are we clear? She said

Yes, understood mam.

Okay, we’re good then. Oh and now you’re reconciled, Y/N, after Christmas, you could…

Piss off? I asked

I wouldn’t say it like this, but that’s the idea. Your father and I we love you, you’ll always be welcomed here, but I know that if you stay, Noel will too, and what I just said would have fallen on deaf ears. At least you’ll be able to… do your thing by your side.

Well it’s nice seeing you again mam, it’s not like I’ve been away for a few months. I said, rolling my eyes

And I’m happy to see you my little angel, but it’s still the same point. Don’t have sex under my roof anymore. I didn’t raise you to assist to your lovemaking.

Jesus fucking Christ mother…

I never felt so embarrassed in my whole life. My mother had the talent to do this. At the time, I was even thinking about spending Christmas with the Gallaghers to run away from this. But happily, my mother never broached the topic again, as if nothing happened. A slightly avant-garde mother for her time but embarrassing as hell.

[viforbin]

Vinnie Hacker ~ Cowboy Like Me

Warnings: mentions of drugs, swearing (If I missed something pls lmk!!!!)

The start of an ‘unexpected’ romance between y/n and Vinnie.

Chapter 1:

I stared blankly at my reflection on the sliding glass door that was caused by the contrast of the darkness outside and brightness inside.

“I didn’t even realize he was home.” Turning my head to Jack.

He’s not paying attention to me, he’s hunched over leaning on the kitchen island. “Huh?” He then looks up from his phone unknowingly

I look back at the doors, but this time through them. Now focused on the back profile of him. Sitting on a patch of grass behind their pool that overlooked the Los Angeles skyline and the cliff they resided on. I figured he was upset after the whole thing with Alexa, but I didn’t really know what happened, so I can’t say I expected such melodrama.

I grabbed the handle and slid the door open, stepping outside. I closed the door behind me, muffling the 21 savage that was playing in the living room. It was brisk outside, brisk for LA. The last time I was in the city it was August, so I had gotten somewhat used to the heat. Then in September when I returned to New York for school I was hit with 35° at 12 pm. Safe to say, it was a familiar October breeze, one that reminded me of home.

I walked towards the pool and looked in it for a while. Then I made my way to the hot tub and finally to the grass he was seated on. I took a deep breathe and looked out at the view, then down at him.

“Seat taken?” As I went to sit down. We both knew he wasn’t going to avoid my presence.

He was silent, except for a few small shaky inhales. After I adjusted on the cold ground, I placed my hand on his upper back and tried to soothe him. He rubbed his eyes with the bases of his palm, looked at me for a second, then back out at the view.

I started to rub his back and he laughed. I followed with my own laughter because we both know how insufferable I find comforting people to be. He’s an exception every once and a while when he’s really upset though.

“I’m sorry,”

It took him a second to associate himself with the conversation blooming.

“What for?” His words were incomprehensible from his crying. And they stung a little bit.

“I don’t know, that you’re upset?” I didn’t mean for that to sound impatient or insensitive, and I know he wouldn’t have taken it like that. He was one of the only people who could see through whatever tone I accidentally exercised.

“I just thought it was different this time.” His voice was unsteady, and it sounded like he still had some tears in him. He sat up straighter and looked at the sky, forcing my hand off his back. I pulled it back towards myself, and contemplated then caressing his cheek. But I didn’t think it was the time.

“I know,” I looked down at my lap, “it’s gonna be okay dude, you know it is.”

Alexa and Vinnie had been together for no longer than a few weeks. They had hooked up sometimes during the summer, and decided to make it official. But today in the afternoon they got in an argument about his “emotional presence”, not only in their relationship, but their previous friendships… I guess Vinnie hadn’t been super focused on it.

Anyways, later at Sound in Hollywood, he made the faulty mistake of drunkenly barging in on Alexa and another guy in the family restroom doing…well I don’t actually know. I wasn’t there, but from what I’ve observed about intoxicated Vinnie, he probably didn’t take it very lightly.

At 11 pm I got a text from Eamonn saying what happened, and how he had to drag Vinnie, at that point barley sentient, back home. I guess Alexa soon followed and told Vinnie that he should’ve ‘expected it’ and that he ‘has no value’ for her other than his looks. I don’t think Eamonn told the guys though, as no one seems to notice Vinnie’s physical and emotional absence.

“What do you think I did? I swore she liked me! Like actually liked me.”

“She did!”

“She thinks I’m a loser y/n. Everyone does.” His face dropped.

“I don’t,” he didn’t answer me.

“You’re not a loser Vinnie. That’s such a stupid insult like I’ve only ever had the urge to call a politician a loser. You’re just a little nerdy sometimes who cares?”

“I don’t think ‘nerdy’ is any better,” he huffs. “It’s like every time I start to think I’m worth more then what I am on the outside I’m very much proven wrong.”

His words lost emotion now, no more sadness, but not anything positive either.

“Oh come on. You are,”

“Like what? What am I good at what do I do?” He looks at me, allowing eye contact for the first time tonight.

“Don’t do that Vinnie, don’t let other people blur how you view yourself. You know who you are. Don’t be ashamed of that.” I pause

“You’re so smart Vinnie, and you’re compassionate and understanding. I don’t think I know a better listener, or someone more considerate. You make everyone in a room feel welcome, you have a natural confidence that makes everyone want to be around you. And what you think you’re a loser? People love you Vin! Everyone inside does, I do.” I have to look away from him, I don’t like eye contact.

“So what you are a little nerdy,” I let out a giggle to ease the uncertain tension. He still has no answer.

To fill the silence I say, “Yeah you like anime and manga and whatever. And you spend 6 hours a day on your computer. You know every detail of the Star Wars lore and stuff. You love Pokémon and Nintendo and video games…”

“Okay I think we get it, I’m a degenerate.” he sniffs and shuts his eyes tight, freeing some tears left in his waterline.

I continue, “Oh stop, those things make you you. I think they’re quite charming yknow… it’s nice to see how passionate you can be. I don’t know. And hey you are a good looking guy, don’t get me wrong, but as far as I know, that’s like at the bottom of the l reasons you’re fucking awesome…I don’t know, I don’t think you should turn against yourself because some bitch thinks you’re too nerdy.”

I look at him to meet a longing gaze back at me. It’s silent for a little, too silent. Before I can break the awkward silence he leans in to connect our lips. The saltiness on his lips from his tears stun me, and suddenly Vinnie doesn’t appear to me how he did when we first met.

In 2021, I was in Miami visiting my ex boyfriend. I was at a party with some friends and Vinnie was there, apparently he had a boxing match later that week. We didn’t have much of a one on one conversation though, just a mutual introduction and group discussion. He was so shy and focused, so unlike the Vinnie I grew to know.

After that though we didn’t talk for an entire year. Except in June 2022 he followed me on instagram. Then in November of that year he was in New York for a modeling gig. I was at my friend Annabel’s place and she was throwing a housewarming party, she had just moved into this beautiful 800,000 Brownstone in Brooklyn. Obviously I wasn’t going to turn down that invite, despite my rather distaste for parties. That caught up to me through the night though, I ended up traveling to her fire escape on the second floor to roll up and escape from the networking occurring on the first floor. That’s when I saw Vinnie again.

See, you had to go through a bathroom window to get onto the fire escape, so I was also taking up a second bathroom.

He walked in and I was startled, mostly because I thought he was a stranger.

“Oh! I’m sorry I didn’t know anyone was in here.” He went to leave.

“No! No, I’m not using the bathroom. Sorry…I’ll leave.” I scrambled to get my things, so I didn’t further disrupt him.

“No, please it’s alright.” His voice finally clicked, that night in 2021 hit me, and suddenly I wasn’t in such a hurry.

“Vinnie?” God please remember me.

“Hey, oh wow y/n I didn’t even realize!” He put his hands in his back pockets.

“How are you? I thought you lived in LA.”

“I do, I’m here for work and stuff.”

“Oh okay,”

“I was just gonna smoke out here so I’ll go, don’t wanna you know stop you from using the bathroom or whatever.” God why am i so awkward.

“No, no it’s okay! I was coming up here to kind of escape the party anyways haha.” He lets out a laugh.

After a small silence he asks, “I mean, could I join you?”

Truthfully, I didn’t want him to. Not because I don’t like him, I just enjoy being alone. Something made me say yes though. We went out on the fire escape and lit the joint I had rolled before he came in. He was so different physically from the last time I saw him. His whole right arm was blank, and now it’s covered in ink like his left. His hair is longer, and he’s bigger, maybe leaner?

We talked about how life had been the past 2 years and whatnot. I opened up about that ex boyfriend, he told me about his grandmother and his brother. We talked like we had been friends for those two years. After that night he left again for LA, but we stayed in touch. By in touch I mean we called I think every night for 3 months straight, whether it was to play Valorant or just to talk. When we didn’t call every night, we texted every day. And whenever I was in LA, which was now a lot (for reasons totally other than to see him!) we hung out everyday.

Anyways I recall these experiences with a friend. Maybe even a little brother, okay not a little brother. Maybe like a hot family friend. Point is, this image of him was smeared all over my brain during this kiss. I’ve never even considered the idea of Vinnie liking someone like me. So maybe I just suppressed any possible feelings towards him…force of habit?

Coming too, I realized what was happening. I quickly removed myself from the kiss, causing him to inhale with hesitation.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do that,” he said frantically, opening his eyes wider then before.

“No Vin, it’s okay,” I tried to convince him.

“I’m sorry,” “it’s fine, really!”

He looked at me one more time, and then got up and walked away in less then 5 seconds. In less then 5 seconds he was gone. I watched him enter the house and looked back out at the view. I couldn’t kiss him, he’s a mess! He’s so vulnerable and sad, he only kissed me because I was around and comforting him. That’s why. Holy fuck.

[nobody7102]

Hey 👋

I love your Charlie blurbs and I was thinking about Charlie being a personal assistant and slowly falling in love with his boss (his boss finding it cute)

I just know he would be flustered most of the time :)

God what a soft boy, he wouldn’t even realize it either.

Charlie’s voluntarily staying late, even after you tell him he can go home for the third time. “Nope, you are my boss and as your assistant it is my job to make sure you don’t overdo it” he claims.

So the two of you start having mini Dinners together, one of you orders food for the both of you and you eat it in your office while Charlie asks about what you’re doing that’s making you stay so late. It’s such a weekly ritual for the two of you that Harper and Duncan start to become concerned that it’s another “Rick” situation but he cuts down that tree right away.

“No no no, they’re not making me stay. In fact they told me twice last night to go home” he reassured as he sipped his beer.

“Okay then why didn’t you come home?” Duncan hummed “not that I fully minded” he muttered

“Well I did mind” Harper interjected “you said we were gonna check out that new bar and you totally ditched me”

He just shrugged “I didn’t come home because I felt like staying, they even ordered food. For the both of us. And we ate the food, in her office” he emphasized the last part “it was the greasiest and most delicious pizza I’ve ever had” he exclaimed

“Oh my god” Harper laughed looking at Duncan “do you see that’s what’s going on” she smiled as Duncan nodded

Furrowing his brow, Charlie looked between the two before Harper let out a long sigh and placed her hand on his shoulder “dude, you’re whipped for your boss”

Scoffing Charlie shook of her hand “I am not” he huffed “I just like to make sure they don’t stay too late, and that they eats something… sometimes they’ll talk about why they’re staying late bu-“

“Holy fuck Charlie” Duncan laughed cutting him off “You’ve absolutely got the hots for your boss- no I wouldn’t even say that. You’ve got a total fucken crush on them”

And from that moment Charlie slowly realized he did have a crush on you. He’s getting you things you didn’t ask for, double checking stuff to make sure that you absolutely didn’t miss or need anything that’s small and ultimately unimportant to your day but he makes sure you have it.

“I am so sorry I’m late” he’ll run into your office holding coffee and a small paper bag

Shaking your head you wave it off “Charlie it’s perfectly fine, I was just getting responding to some emails”

“Oh I was totally gonna get those I-“

“Charlie” you stop him “it’s fine” you chuckle as you watch him set down a coffee cup and the paper bag on your desk “what’s this?” You ask as he started to leave your office causing him to turn around.

He looks surprised at the question “that’s your normal Matcha… and the bags a chocolate chip muffin and a bear claw”

Taking the bag you pull out the muffin and set it on your desk before getting up with the bag in your hand and walking over to him, “Here” you hand him the bag

“Bu-“

“Nope” you chuckle “you bought it, you should get some of it” as soon as the bag was in his hand you lean even closer placing a kiss on his cheek “thank you Charlie” before turning back to your desk to get back to the emails as if nothing happened.

For Charlie a blush crept onto his face as he stood stunned for a moment before getting back to work.

And your ‘late night mini dinners’ slowly turn into just dinners in the office.

“Charlie.” You call out as he passes by your office causing him to stop and backtrack to the door “do you wanna do pizza or sushi tonight?” He furrowed his brow “unless you have plans” you quickly add “in which case go have fun”

“Plans?” He hummed “tonight?”

Nodding you look at your calendar “yeah? It is Thursday isn’t it? It’s just we normally do dinner here” you look back at Charlie to find that he’s got a soft smile on his face.

“No, I don’t have anything going on” he smirked “umm…. You pick tonight”

“Sushi it is” you smile back

[queen-of-the-avengers]

New World Order: Part Two

Pairing: Zombie!Steve x Vampire!Reader

Word Count: ~1.1k

Warnings: false and trying hope, fluff at the end

Summary: Your main goal now is to find a cure for the zombie curse. You have Steve with you and you're doing whatever you can to bring him back to you regardless of what it takes.

read part one here: New World Order

Squares Filled: presumed dead (2021) for @star-spangled-bingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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Your hideout is underground away from other vampires who can sniff out your blood. Now that you have a human hostage, you’re grateful for the underground Bunker. It’s equipped with light, entertainment, a full kitchen, and several bedrooms and bathrooms. You built it right next to a supermarket that allows you to connect their pipes to yours so you can have functional appliances. It’s hard to manage the pipes but you get by. Those pipes provide you with running water that provides water to your garden so you can grow fresh food.

You have a plate of food for your hostage who is awake by the time you meet him in his dedicated bedroom that has two TVs, a gaming console, a music system, and other things for entertainment.

“Help! Someone help me!!” he yells when you open the door. He backs up when he sees you even though he’s eyeing the food. “Are you gonna kill me?”

“Okay, one, no one can hear you. There is no use in yelling. Two, I’m assuming you’re hungry so eat.”

You set the plate of food on the bedside table. His mouth waters at the meal but doesn't touch it right away.

“Where did you get this?”

“I know how to cook.”

“You’re not gonna kill me?”

“Why would I? You’re an endless blood supply for me. In exchange for your blood, I’ll give you luxury. Or what is considered luxury these days. You won’t go hungry and you have entertainment here. All I ask is that I drink from you every other day.” You reach down and release him from the chains you put on him to prevent him from running. “If you try to run, I’ll kill you. Good luck trying to get out of this place before I catch you. Eat. Relax. Enjoy. I’ll be by three times a day with food for you. Call me if you need anything.”

You take the chains with you and leave the room, locking the door behind you. On the other side of your bunker is the main reason why you have hope these days. The victim you killed earlier is food for Steve who is inside another bedroom. He is snacking on his arm when you enter. As soon as he sees you he drops the arm. It’s the way he’s looking at you that causes a memory to come forth in your head.

“Steve! The food is burning!” you yelled.

“Coming!”

Steve rushed into the room like a foodie Superman to save the day. You’re not that great of a cook because you never got into it. Steve was a master at putting flavors together, and he’d been teaching you ever since you two got together.

“Okay, I’m glad I got here when I did. You’re terrible at this,” he laughed.

“Hey, don’t be mean,” you giggled and lightly threw a carrot at his face.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“Just cook the damn food,” you laughed.

You miss those days when all you were worried about was burnt food. You walk over to Steve and step over the fallen arm. He’s staring at you as if he’s trying to figure out who you are. You grab a tissue from the bedside table and wipe his face clean of blood. He reaches up and grabs your hand to stop you as if he’s going to say something to you.

He doesn’t.

“Do you know who I am?” you whisper. He doesn’t answer you. “I’m gonna do whatever I can to cure you. I promise you’ll be you again.”

Over the next couple of days, you spend as much time as you can with Steve. You’re talking to him about the memories you have of you two, you’re showing him how to do human things, and you’re reintroducing him into the world. You have pictures in your personal album of you two that you show him. You’re not sure if he understands what he’s seeing but you’re not going to stop trying.

One day, you take Steve above ground and walk with him to the nearest park, the only one that’s still standing. The other ones have been run down by people over the years. Most of the items are torn down for supplies but the swing set is still standing. You pull Steve over to the swings and have him sit down so you can push him.

He’s very stiff and isn’t holding on tightly which is why you’re pushing him slow. He’s been more active than when you first found him, which is still progress in your eyes.

“Okay, swing your legs to go faster, but you need to hold on tighter.”

You push him a bit further and he ends up wobbling which makes you bust out laughing. After a day at the park, you take him to the beach since your hideout is near the coast. There aren’t a lot of vampires around since they tend to keep to themselves, so you’re not worried about running into another one. They have their own territories set up around the United States that they control, and this one is yours.

Since the world has gone to shit, marine life has been thriving a lot. The Hudson River leads into the Atlantic Ocean, and since there aren’t any humans to pollute it, marine life has made the River their home. There’s even a pod of whales that go by in the distance. You take a small walk on Kingston Point Beach in New York which sits on the edge of the Hudson River.

Other Zombies roam the area looking for food but they stop and watch you and Steve. You have his hand in yours as you’re walking. One zombie looks at his own hand in wonderment.

“This is where you took me on a date a few years ago,” you say to Steve. “You asked me to be your girlfriend here. We both got hired at the same company that we worked hard to be in. You were so excited and stumbled on your words, but it was really cute. I have never said yes faster than at that moment.”

Steve squeezes your hand in acknowledgement and you stop walking. You turn to look at him in the eyes with hopeful ones. He reaches out with his other hand and places it over your heart that doesn’t beat.

“Y-Y-Y/N-N-N,” he stutters slowly. He places the same hand over where his heart is. “S-St-Stev-Steve-ve.”

“Yeah, your name is Steve,” you smile happily.

This has never happened. He’s never talked to you before. You look around you to see other zombies have gathered to watch the interaction. Then, the impossible happens. The thing that you’d always hoped would happen but didn’t think it would. The thing that brings hope of a cure for the zombie virus.

His previously dead heart beat once.

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