#if I woke up and my boyfriend only made breakfast for the dog and not me Id be wondering about my significance to him

[paperbackribs]

He is the flower and she is his sun

Ashley sucks in a breath, her eyes bouncing between her boyfriend and his partner. Is he kidding right now? Can he feel the almost visible cartoon hearts in his eyes as he leans back into her space? She knows cops are a close-knit group; she knows from every story, every barbeque, every interaction she had seen growing up as a cop’s kid. But this is more than the bond of working closely together; this is a spark that could light a forest fire, and it’s not directed towards his actual girlfriend.

She had patiently waited over the phone while Tim set Lucy up with the man sitting next to her. She asks herself what Tim had been thinking since anytime Chris tries to interject in this painful parody of a double date Tim noticeably closes off. Not towards Lucy or even towards Ashley, but in a way that demonstrates how little he thinks of the man. Tim clearly thinks highly of Lucy, and she can’t help but mull over why he would match her with someone he considers such a dud.

Lucy leans in to take his mushroom pancake and, fair, they’ve likely shared dozens of meals at this point. But she watches his gratitude and contrasts it against how he had mocked the waiter. How he had turned up with a generally bad attitude against this dinner that she had looked so much forward to sharing with him. And it is in that moment, that bubble of awareness, that she feels the cold wash of the truth sweep over her. Tim will never feel for her as he does the woman seated next to him. The woman who is always by his side. The woman who he turns to like he is the flower and she is his sun.

It's later. Tim’s posture and face are soft and relaxed under her porchlight, leaning towards her as if to kiss her goodnight. She feels a brief moment of exasperated fondness for this dense man. This otherwise good man who is not hers. Her annoyance and frustration is banked at the moment; smothered under the calm of knowing what needs to happen next. She’ll allow herself to dwell in some unhappy and possibly bitter thoughts tomorrow. In this moment, she doesn’t have the energy.

Right now, she puts her hand to his chest. He is warm under her palm, his heart steady but unexcited at her touch. “No, Tim.”

He visibly recoils; unsure, where he had thought he had been welcome.

Ashley sighs, he really doesn’t see it and somehow this task has fallen on her. “This isn’t working. I think we should stop now.”

His face crinkles in confusion then abruptly clears. “I’m sorry, Ash. My entire attitude about trying to do something new with you… I’m just – I’m sorry, that wasn’t right of me.”

She chews the inside of her cheek, “yeah, you were acting like you were doing me a favour and then you spent the whole night talking with Lucy. It didn’t feel good.”

“I know, you’re right.” He shrugs lightly, “it’s just, the thing is, every job I’ve had has been wall-to-wall unpredictability, being ready for anything –“

“No,” she cuts him off. Of course, he missed the takeaway. The very centre of what she is trying to say. Have they been talking around each other the entire time they’ve been dating? Did it take the oddity of tonight for her to finally realise it?

“You spent the whole night talking with your partner. With Lucy.”

He swipes away her observation, “she is not my partner, okay. I’m her sergeant.”

She very calmly, so very calmy, exhales.

“That’s not the point. Tim, tonight if you had asked anyone looking in on our date they would have said you and Lucy were the ones dating. Chris and I,” her laughter sounds empty even to herself. “We were set-decorations for the Lucy and Tim show. It sucked that you weren’t into tonight. Like, really sucked – I was so excited to share this evening with you. I was happy at the thought to getting to know you a bit better by becoming friends with your friends.”

Tim takes a wide step back, hands firmly balled into the front of his jeans.

“But you are not friendly with Lucy, Tim.” Her voice rises and she hates that her eyes are becoming glassy. “You are a goddamn married couple and somehow I am the other woman.”

Tim is frozen, mouth agape and if she wasn’t burning so badly in humiliation, she would find it sort of cute. She stares him down.

He seems to gather his thoughts, clearing his throat and reaching for her before he seems to think better of it.

“I’m sorry, Ashley.” His voice is quiet. “I never meant to make you feel that way.”

“Yeah, well.” She wraps her arms around her ribs. She thought she had this under control, but her mouth just won’t stop “I did. I do. And I don’t want to keep feeling this way. I don’t want to wake up in six months and find out that you and Lucy finally figured each other out. I don’t want you calling me to say, hey, I’m sorry, but I’m in love with my partner and we’re breaking up.” She closes her eyes, gathers her thoughts. “I deserve better than being your placeholder, Tim Bradford.”

His eyes are heavy on her and he nods. Almost decisively. “You’re right. I’m sorry and I’ll drop your things from my place at Jerry’s later this week.”

No matter her conviction that this is the right move, it stings that he doesn’t try to convince her otherwise. That his shock has suspiciously transformed into his own sort of conviction. Ashley knows that Tim is a man of actions over words. And, as she locks the door behind her, she can’t help wondering what Tim’s next action will be.

[mattsrod]

- ; MATTHEW STURNIOLO ; - ' MORNINGS '

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- ; warnings - smut, sub!matt, a little plot, masturbation, boners, interrupted sex.

- ; 9:05 am

your eyes were still glued shut with sleep as you rolled over in bed, throwing your arm to the right which hit your boyfriend in the stomach, of course.

matt shot awake, clutching his stomach instantaneously. after a few seconds of sputtering out swear words under his breath the said, "new way to wake me up, huh?"

you groaned in response, much too tired to give him a proper answer. the only thing on your mind was going back to sleep, but your boyfriend poking you in your side made that pretty difficult .

"matt, stop." you said curtly, grabbing his hand.

"your the one who woke me up, shouldnt i be mad?" he turned you over so you were facing him, taking a moment to look at all of your features.

"matt i can feel you staring at me." you spoke before opening your eyes. he was already staring into them. fuck. you wanted to be mad at him for not letting you sleep, but you couldn't.

he laughed before sliding his hand under your head, separating you and your soft pillow . you leaned closer to him and he kissed your lips softly.

he pulled away for a moment and you smiled. "come here." you said grabbing his face and brining it to yours, smashing your lips together.

you bit his upper lip and he licked your lower, and soon after his tongue pried your lips apart. he sat you up against the headboard, not separating his lips from yours for a second. he unclasped your bra, taking a tit in his hand.

every second that passed just made the kiss more heated.

your hands slid up and down his body as his tongue explored your mouth. just as your hands made it to his waistband you received a call, to which you ignored.

and then another call came.

and finally a text.

he pulled away, recognizing whoever was trying to reach you probably really needed you, considering the amount of times they had called you.

matt got off of you, letting you recollect and grab your phone.

"fuck." you mumbled

"what?"

"its my best friend. her dog ran away. she wants me to come over and grieve with her. probaly eat ice cream for three hours? i dont know.." you rambled on, shocked at the messages you had just received

"oh shit. you gotta get going then?" he yawned. handing you a previously discarded bra from the night before.

"i guess so." you slipped the bra over your head. "want breakfast before i leave?" you asked him, grabbing a pair of his pajama pants off of the floor and swiftly putting them on.

"i mean, why not?" he got out of the bed slowly ruffling his hair and then standing up.

you walked over to him, giving him a peck on the lips before walking out of the room "meet you downstairs yeah?"

"yeah." he paused, "your not putting a shirt on?" he said loudly, knowing you were far down the hallway by now.

"i mean its just us at home, right?!" you called back.

hearing that he smiled to himself. rushing out of the room and following you down the steps.

- ; time skip - 9:32 am

"matt, im gonna burn the fuckin' eggs if you keep staring at me like that." you shuffled the eggs around in the pan once more before turning around to look at matt, leaning your hands into the counter.

"what am i distracting you?"

"just let me cook your eggs in peace." you smiled.

saying that you turned around, you knew matt wouldn't let you do that.

you felt matts gaze burning into you as you walked over to the fridge to grab orange juice which you set on the counter next to you.

why not take advantage of this?

you opened the freezer and bent down to grab the mini pancakes you knew matt loved.

you arched your back as you stood up and turned around. "you want some of these, babe?" you held up the box of pancakes, waving them in the air.

your boyfriend traced your curves with his eyes. how his pants hung low on your hips, how your bra held your perfect tits.he was getting harder by the second. who gave you permission to do these things to him?

and then, looked up from the floor where he was pretending to stare, blinking and shaking his head before speaking "oh shit- sorry babe what'd ya say?"

"hm." you crossed your arms and leaned against the counter once again, sighing this time. "what am I distracting you now?"

"i gotta use the bathroom, be right back." he said coldly.

you pursed your lips and then shook your head. "you want the pancakes or not?!"

"yeah!" his voice cracked as he ran to the bathroom.

you giggled and turned off the stove. you knew exactly what he was up to.

matt bee-lined for the bed and threw himself on it, tossing most of the pillows to the floor and stuffing the remaining behind his back, before yanking his sweatpants down to his knees. there was no need to drag this out. he had enough foreplay just watching you downstairs, and not to mention the interrupted scene that morning that had been playing through his head for the rest of the time after that.

he grasped his cock firmly from the spot on his stomach where it had lay hard and wet-tipped against his stomach.

he gasped at the contact and let his head fall back, his mouth falling open as he squeezed himself, before letting his cock fall with a slap against heated skin.

with a flat hand, he pulled the moisture from the tip, smearing it down his length, before curling his fingers over his balls, just grazing his fingertips below them.matt ran his tongue over his dry lips, picturing you in the kitchen, remembering how you'd looked with your pajama pants hanging so low that just the slightest tug would pull them off.

he groaned and brought his hand around his dick again, tugging jerkily, frantically, and bent his knees, planting his feet on the bed.He could see you between his legs, one hand on his thigh, the other pleasuring yourself right along with him.

matt screwed his eyes closed and clamped his other hand over his own thigh, breathing hard and fast and stroking even faster.He imagined fucking you over the counter. both of you whimpering as he thrusted roughly into you, one hand gripping your hips roughly, leaving small marks. his other roped around to the front of your body, rubbing your clit.

the muscles in matts’s arms began to burn as he stroked himself but that barely registered, the only thing he could think of, the only thing he could see, was you beneath him.

him plunging into you and hearing your pretty noises.

your face as it twisted with pleasure.

He stroked himself long and hard, inside and out, his breath ragged and heavy and he knew it wouldn’t be long before his releass. he moaned loudy, picturing you against the counter once again. This sent him right over the edge.

with a loud cry of your name, his knees hit his shoulders as his belly strained and his hips thrust up onto his plunging fingers, his body pulsing around them, and quick lines of milky liquid squirted over his hand and the quivering skin of his stomach.

you opened the bedroom door and matts head snapped at the creaking sound it had made.

"huh. well this isnt the bathroom." you teased, making your way towards the bed.

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[auspicioustidings]

Ae Fond Kiss - Part 1

Winsome Wee Thing

Summary: This is the start of a story from this concept. You fall in love and you learn loss more ways than one. Words: 3.9k TWs: major character death (temporary), miscarriage

Parts: 1 2 3

You and your boyfriend's Lieutenant disliked one another immensely and immediately. 

For you it wasn’t so much that the hulking idiot was in a balaclava, although you found the skull pattern so teenage boy edgy that it caused a cringe deep enough to feel right through your molars, it was the obvious dismissal he had for you. For Simon it wasn’t so much that Johnny’s newest pretty little bit was a smart arse, although he could practically feel the ‘not like other girls’ radiating off of you in waves, it was the obvious disdain you had for him. The first impression set the tone for what became a horrid relationship.

–

“This is my Lieutenant, they call him Ghost but I believe he prefers to be called-”

“That’ll do.”

There was something about the way he cut the puppy dog that was your boyfriend off that riled you a little. 

“Nice to meet you, Ghost. Is that your gamer tag or something?”

“Never been one for games. You a gamer girl?”

“Not enough to have such a cool nickname.”

“Oh I’m sure we could come up with a nickname that would suit you princess.”

Gaz, who you did like, spent the rest of the night meditating while Johnny remained clueless to the simmering hostility between the two of you. Price didn’t really seem to know what to make of it all, but you found you had a natural respect for the Captain and as time went on, he was the one that could always tell you and Ghost to knock it off if he could see a fight brewing.

–

Johnny had been so excited to introduce you to his team and his team to you and the only thing you and bonehead could seem to agree on was that you would pretend to be civil when Johnny was around. So the jokes were underhanded but could be brushed off as humour, the vitriol was kept for when his back was turned, the eventual birthday presents were tactfully meant to appear innocent but actually be biting insults and the all out war that was had around a pool table was played off as healthy competition. 

If it has been anyone but John MacTavish you’d have dumped him purely so you would never have to see Simon Riley again, but fuck you fell hard and fast for Johnny. You didn’t even fully remember your first meeting. It had been a blind date and you thought you had been stood up so got well past merrily drunk at the bar of a nice restaurant. You had not been stood up, your date had broken down in the snow and in the hours you had been drinking the flurries had become a full blizzard. But that wasn’t going to stop Johnny. In the middle of a backroad with a blizzard beating down and no signal to call he had hiked his ass all the way to you, getting there just in time to catch you wobbling out the door. 

He had been a gentleman, hadn’t taken advantage. You woke up the next day with a handsome man bringing you breakfast in bed and apologising profusely for the whole thing. He had slept on your couch and admitted sheepishly that he had walked you home. From what little you did remember, you had made it difficult by starting a snowball fight and wanting to make snow angels every 5 minutes. You remembered the scent of pine and a roaring fire that enveloped you when he had bundled you in his jacket, breathing in and being transported to a log cabin in the Scottish highlands in winter, safe and drinking something warm with a hint of whiskey. 

If you hadn’t already been falling for him after his bashful teasing that morning, you were flung head first into it when you spent the next week looking after him when his gallantry earned him the worst cold known to man. He was a big baby when he was sick and that combined with the terrible sense of humour that he had made you desperate to learn more about him. 

–

“Ye cannae be mean tae me, I’m naw long for this world!”

For such a large man, he really was like a little kid bundled up in blankets and whining.

“Uh huh, that’s very valid and very sad but you still need to take your medicine.”

“I was never any good at swallowing, maybe ye can give it tae me as a suppository.”

Ridiculous man.

“Aww come on, swallow like a good boy and maybe we can talk about that suppository when you’re better.”

“Fuck, where have ye been all my life?”

His loopy grin nearly made you plant a kiss on his lips regardless of how ill he was, but instead you just ruffled his hair when he knocked back the pills and wondered how you were ever going to keep from loving this man.

–

The second date he had left you with a fond kiss at the doorstep after a wild night of earning enough tickets at the arcade to win him a little plush skull toy. He had been obsessed with it when he had first seen it, had told you he needed to win it for his Lieutenant. You thought that was adorable and had put your frankly suspiciously good reflexes to work absolutely rinsing the whack a mole for every ticket you could get from it. Of course had you known then that Simon Riley was the biggest ass on the planet you’d have hoarded your tickets and gotten 300 packets of Haribo instead (or so you’d like to think, but you knew deep down you could never have denied Johnny knowing how bright he smiled when he had traded the tickets for that stupid plush).

By the third date you wanted him so badly that you felt like a bitch in heat. You started to think that maybe you were making a fool of yourself with how calm he seemed whenever you sneaked a touch or whispered a filthy promise. God you liked him so much, it was killing you that maybe he didn’t feel the same. You needn’t have worried as it turned out, date number 3 was when John MacTavish had completely ruined you in a way you had not expected.

–

“This was really nice” you said, a bit embarrassed if you were honest and avoiding his eyes after he walked you to your front door.

You had been a menace the whole evening. You had never been some sex kitten but fuck he just brought it out in you without even trying. He probably thought you were ridiculous now with how you had tried to be all sultry the whole way through dinner. Fuck, your hands had wandered something awful during the movie as well and you felt the humiliation from it burn from your ears to your toes. He didn’t want you the way you wanted him and you had pathetically thrown yourself at him. He probably couldn’t wait to lose your number. 

“Open the door.”

Shit. He sounded almost angry. The first guy you had really liked in a long time, maybe ever, and you had totally blown it by being over eager. You shakily unlocked your door and blew out a breath, prepared to go inside and cry over a glass of wine. Instead you were grabbed by the waist and slammed against the door to close it behind you so fast it made your head spin. 

John MacTavish’s tongue was down your throat and he had your wrists pinned above your head in a bruising vice grip. You had only just found the sense to kiss back when his lips were gone and instead his teeth were sinking into the delicate skin of your throat. The whine you made at that was all animal, as was his answering growl. 

“Next time ye misbehave like that I’m going tae bend ye over the dinner table and fuck ye hard and proper in front of all those nice, fancy people.”

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. You had never gotten so wet so fast in your life. The nice lace panties you had on under this dress were soaked right through. He bit off a curse and your legs nearly gave out when he suddenly let you go and backed right off, dragging a hand roughly through his hair. 

“Fuck, sorry. Dinnae hate me, I wanted tae… our first time I mean, I had it all planned oot. Which makes me sound like a creepy, presumptuous bawbag. And now I’m being a fucking reprobate and pinning you tae the door without even asking first.”

Oh my God. You could not just fall in love with a man after 3 dates. And yet looking at his blown out eyes, how his body thrummed with barely contained lust for you and how he nearly vibrated with the effort of holding himself back because he wanted to treat you right… you had fallen in love with a man after 3 dates. 

“I thought…” you said, your hand coming to rest on your flushed chest as you tried to find the words. “I mean at dinner and then at the movie, I um… well I wanted you to, you know. I thought maybe you didn’t want to? Which is fine obviously. I mean if you didn’t want to.”

The whiplash from going from lust to humiliation to lust and back to embarrassment was not something you were enjoying. You looked at him, he looked at you and after a few long moment the two of you burst into laughter. What a bloody pair you made. He came over and wrapped you in his arms, that wonderful scent that just gave you a feeling of contentment deep in your bones sinking into you.

“I want to. Was hard for the whole film, couldnae move that popcorn bucket or someone was getting an eye oot. Wanted tae spank ye red raw for all that teasing” he confessed into your hair, so sincere and blunt about it that you weren’t sure your pussy was likely to forgive you if you didn’t go out of your way to tease him next time. 

“Wanted?”

He laughed, probably because you sounded somewhat like a petulant child, and leaned back, hands going to gently cup your face. Looking into his eyes felt like a gentle falling. Falling into a warm bed on a cold morning after a hot coffee, falling into the first fresh powdery snow of the year, falling in love with a man you hardly knew but felt so much like coming home. 

“Was planning on asking ye tae come with me up North. Got a nice cabin in the Highlands that I usually rent oot since my Captain is always going on about having a backup plan. Want it tae be perfect.”

“You don’t have to go to all that trouble.”

Nobody ever had before. In your somewhat limited experience men wanted to get to fucking as soon as they could and while a few had made sure you came first, none had ever put much thought into getting you into bed in the first place. It just sort of happened. You would never have said you were insecure, but at that moment you felt the crushing weight of feeling that you didn’t deserve this man making such a grand gesture just to get inside you. You already wanted him. And there was no way he wasn’t experienced, how would you ever be good enough to warrant all the effort he was going to?

“Hey, look at me beautiful” he said quietly, thumbs rubbing soothingly across your cheekbones and coaxing your eyes back to his. “I really like you.”

Those four words ruined you entirely. John MacTavish put his heart out there with such simplicity that it stunned you. He could have thrown you on the bed and fucked you rough and savage and you’d have enjoyed it, but instead here he was butting his forehead lightly on yours in affection despite his evident arousal because he wanted more than that. 

“I really like you too.”

Instead of fucking, he held you while you cried like a baby, overwhelmed by the care he took with you. He only made it worse when he whispered to you how you deserved to be treated with adoration. He called you beautiful, bonnie thing, mo leannan, winsome wee thing (that one made you laugh). He refused gently when you wanted to take care of him that night, instead laying you down softly on the pillows and lapping between your legs to bring you to slow orgasm after slow orgasm until you were boneless and sated, slurring your speech as he bundled you in his arms and you spoke about everything from your childhood pets to your great hopes and dreams until you drifted off into the best sleep of your life.

–

Your first time with him inside you was in that cabin like he had wanted and it had been the most perfect few days of your life. He had made sure you felt safe and comfortable, insisting you gave the location to your friends and going over maps of the area with you, pointing out where you’d need to go to get signal to check in with them. He bought ingredients for all of your favourite meals and stopped for a snack run on the way to boot. He showed you his test results but stressed that he was putting no pressure on you either way and if you did want to have sex he would have condoms if you preferred. And after all that he made it clear that you did not have to have sex with him if you didn’t feel like it. Johnny would be happy to just hold you for a weekend. As soon as you arrived he taught you how to use the sat phone if there was an emergency. The voice on the other end was gruff but soothing somehow, safe sounding (that at least was something that never changed about Simon, despite not liking the man, you always felt safe with him).

You were ready to explode by the time he finally laid you in bed. He stroked deep and slow inside of you, steady and solid and torturous. You understood then the difference between fucking and making love. It was the first time anyone had ever shown you the latter. 

He then proceeded to show you the former in great detail on every surface inside the cabin and on quite a few outside. Your pussy was battered and your clit bruised in the most delicious ways. Your throat was raw from screaming and from being fucked. After a lifetime of swearing up and down it was never something you were interested in, you wound up practically begging for his cock in your ass because there was not one part of you that you did not want dripping with him. And of course he was only too happy to make sure you understood everything he would do to prep you by letting you do it to him first. You couldn’t fucking sit down for a full day after he had indeed spanked you red raw for the teasing you had done on that 3rd date.

A week later you met his family, the week after that his brothers in arms. And then he was gone and you were so worried about him that you constantly felt nauseous. It took years for you to be able to settle when he was deployed, to not spend the whole time imagining him not coming home to you. Because by that time that was what you had built together, a home.

You and Kyle became friends throughout the years. You really did like him, he was easy going and would laugh and let you bitch about Simon whenever you wanted. Captain Price came to feel like an older brother. He was there whenever you needed him, whether it be a car breakdown or because you were in a panic about a handsy coworker (poor guy had broken both hands in an accident the next weekend). And Simon? Well not too much changed there, you dealt with each other when you had to and were it not for your shared love of Johnny you suspected you’d have killed one another. 

At least until Las Almas.

–

You didn’t know how you were going to tell Johnny. In fact, you probably wouldn’t. What good would it do? It had sorted itself out. That was how you tried to think about it. Food poisoning had made the pill ineffective for a day, you had gotten pregnant unplanned and unwanted and had lost the baby before you’d even started showing. It didn’t matter that while Johnny was somewhere being a hero you had heard a tiny heartbeat at the doctors. You told yourself over and over again that you didn’t want it anyway. You tried to think about how awful everything felt all the time. The morning sickness, the fatigue, the mood swings. 

It was probably just the shock of it, waking up wet from the blood and thinking you were dying. If your first thought had been that you’d rather you die and the baby lived then you tried not to dwell on that. She would have had Johnny’s eyes. He would have wanted a mohawk so he could match his daddy. You forced an image of you telling Johnny and him being upset and not wanting a baby. It was useless. You knew that man. You loved that man. And that man would have gently made sure you wanted to keep it before bursting into happy tears and kissing you senseless.

You couldn’t tell him. You couldn’t break his heart the way the last few months had broken yours. Maybe it was selfish, to want to keep this pain for yourself when you knew beyond a doubt that he’d be desperate to share it, to take as much as he could from you and turn it to gentle comfort the way he always did when you were hurting. But you wanted to be selfish over this.

It was a whole new pain when you answered the door and Ghost was standing there. Your knees went from under you and you collapsed with the weight of why he would be at your door. Why would he be here without your Johnny? It was the first time Simon Riley caught you. 

You never spoke about the way he held you gently and told you that Johnny was ok, he was alive but injured. He made you laugh through your tears and snot by telling you what a bad patient Johnny was being, how he was about ready to beat up every medic on base to get back to you because “I dinnae need fucking morphine I need tae eat my bird’s pussy”. His Scottish accent on that impersonation was truly dreadful. 

Simon never thought he would find himself comforting you. He didn’t like you, he never had. Johnny had never been so serious about anyone and it drove him nuts that you made him so happy. Happiness like that was an easy thing to ruin and you could ruin it if you wanted, that scared the shit out of him. It was even scarier when Johnny had shown him the ring he was planning to offer you. 

He never told Johnny how you had broke in his arms that night. How you had told him about the miscarriage in the dark, bled your pain all over him and let it sink into his skin. He had taken it gladly. In the light of the morning you went back to your dislike of one another, but something had changed in the dark.

–

You never did tell Johnny. You and Simon settled then on some sort of begrudging respect for one another. You still argued and bit at each other, but with the knowledge that now you would be part of one another's lives forever through Johnny given that only a few days after he came home he had slid a ring onto your finger.

Frankly you were fucking terrified when you came off of the pill. The only thing that got you through it was, unbelievably, Simon mumbling to you in the pub over a game of pool that you were going to be good parents. Of course Johnny had told him you were trying, but you found you didn’t really mind as you grumbled back an awkward thank you. 

You could have strangled Johnny for having such strong fucking swimmers. You hadn't expected to get pregnant almost as soon as you were off birth control and it meant your wedding dress had to be altered to account for the small bump there. The bump he could not keep his hands off. Honestly the man was already insatiable, but fuck he loved you pregnant. He was already talking about more kids and you hadn’t even had the first one, he fucked you and groaned about wanting you pregnant all the time. 

Your husband, something you thought you’d never get sick of saying, drove you mad once again in the late stages. You were hornier than ever and he was determined to treat you like you were made of glass all of a sudden. He certainly still gave you as many orgasms as you demanded, but gone was any rough and feral fucking. You loved making love with Johnny, but fuck if you didn’t miss the fucking. 

You’d never tell Simon it had been your suggestion, not under pain of death. Neither of you had been attached to any name in particular, but you knew how much Johnny loved his Lieutenant. He was his best friend and they owed one another their lives several times over. There was a good chance that you owed him your life. Your husband had kissed you with so much love when you had asked if he’d like to call your son Joseph and after talking about it late into the night you had agreed that the little human inside you was your wee Joey. 

A wee fucking bruiser is what he was, coming into the world kicking and screaming. Ten perfect fingers and ten perfect toes. You joked that he must have screamed so loud he had damaged his own ears when he was referred to the audiology clinic after a second newborn hearing test. They stressed that you shouldn’t worry over it, but you hadn’t been anyway. Joseph was the strongest most wonderful thing you had ever seen, whatever came of it he had two parents who were going to make sure it never made his life anything less than a grand happy adventure.

Johnny had hated leaving him. Price had hated to ask it, had sent you enough flowers to start your own florist in apology. You understood though, your husband was off saving the world after all. Your heart was in your throat when he kissed Joey’s head and then kissed you soundly. Something felt off with him. The kiss felt different somehow, mournful. Maybe it was just a trick of your memory, hindsight tainting what you hadn’t known was the last time you would see your husband.

–

Simon Riley caught you a second time. John MacTavish was dead.

[dandelions-143]

Three’s Never A Crowd

Chan x Y/n x Seungmin

Pairing: Chan x f!reader x Seungmin

Genre: Nothing but Fluff, Fluff, and more Fluff.

Warnings: None whatsoever

A/N: So sorry for any typos, this is not edited at all. It’s just a little fluff piece. I am not so good at Sweet fluff but I felt like my page needed something sweet sprinkled on it. Enjoy!! Let me know what you think! Also reblogs are very much welcome!!

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So warm and cozy. That was the thought that ran through your head as you snuggled into the warm body next to you. Long arms shifted to wrap around you, pulling you in close to him. You could hear his heavy heart beats as your head rested on his muscular chest.

You lifted your head a little to peer up at Chans peaceful slumbering face. He looked like a child when he was sleeping. Call it creepy but you liked to watch this man sleep. His deep steady breathing, like a rhythm you couldn’t get enough of. Chans eyes lids fluttered in his sleep as well. It made you wonder if he was dreaming and what he was dreaming of.

Chans full lips twitched and memories from last night flooded your mind. Hands and lips in all over you. The slowest and most attentive sex you had ever had. Chan had taken his time with you and so did the second man that shared your bed last night.

Your hand went to feel for Seungmin on the other side of you but, there was nothing but cold sheets. You bit your lip remembering how gentle Seungmin had been with you. How soft the men had been with one another.

The three of you were regularly intimate with one another but, you and Chan were the only ones that had made your relationship more than sex. You had steadily and then heavily fallen madly in love with Chan but Seungmin secretly had your heart too. You had told Chan about your feelings and he confessed to his own feelings for Seungmin as well.

You and Chan were hesitant to talk to a Seungmin about the mutual feelings you both had for him because the man was very independent and he was never one to be tied down.

You were brought out of your thoughts by a soft clang on the other side of the bedroom door. You slowly got up as to not wake your sleeping boyfriend. You pulled on one of Chans over sized shirts and made your way as quietly as you could into the small kitchen.

A very strong smell of bacon hit you first before you rounded the corner and your eyes landed on a shirtless Seungmin standing at the stove, various pans and skillets in the middle of cooking eggs and pancakes and bacon.

You watched him with a soft smile on your face as he concentrated on his task. His brows furrowed and his hair a mess hanging over his forehead. When the bacon popped a bit too much and burned his chest causing him to jump back with a soft curse you couldn’t help but giggle out loud.

This caught his attention, deep brown eyes met yours and you swore you saw them soften just a bit at the sight of you. “Uh, sorry if I woke you. I just thought it would be nice for you and Chan to wake up to full table of breakfast.” He awkwardly rubbed at the back of his neck. You walked up to him and smoothly wrapped your arms around his lean waist, standing on your toes to peck his lips in appreciation. “Thank you very much and you didn’t wake me.” His round puppy dog eyes lingered a moment on your lips before sliding up to your eyes.

Your lips parted to speak up about him and the possibility of this thing you and Chan had with Seungmin turning into something so much more than late nights of tangled limbs, soft moans, and mind blowing threesomes. “Breakfast.” Chans sleepy voice came from behind you. He leaned in and kissed the top of your head then kissed Seungmins cheek as if this was how mornings always went between the three of you. It just fit..it felt right.

You saw Seungmin smile sweetly at Chans show of affection and suddenly bringing up a real relationship with him didn’t seem so far fetched. “Yeah, I just thought it would be nice and kind of a thank you for last night.” Seungmin cleared his throat and stepped back so you could fill your plate up with food.

A comfortable quiet fell over the three of you as you and Chan filled your plates and Seungmin poured everyone juice. You nudged Chans arm as he stood beside you grabbing many pieces of bacon. “Sorry, I don’t get to eat bacon often.” He mumbled and began to put some of it back. You shook your head, “no no, I think I’m going to talk to him about possibly being with us..being our boyfriend.”

Chan watched Seungmin step into the bedroom to find his shirt, “You know I’m down for that. I love you and I could see myself falling for him as well but, do you think he will reciprocate that though?” You bit your bottom lip and slowly began to nod. “I think he wants to but maybe he’s afraid since it would be new to him. There’s only one way to find out.” You put a piece of toast on your plate and walked over to the small table just as Seungmin walked back in to sit across from you.

Your boyfriend came to sit next to you and you all began to eat. You and Chan kept watching Seungmin, he was the cutest when he ate. Big bites but he would chew slowly, really enjoying his food. Seungmin noticed you two staring and leaned back in his chair, “Are you two okay?” He asked as he wiped at his mouth with a napkin.

Chan smiled, his dimples showing, “Seungmin, have you ever thought of being in a relationship before?” The lean man crossed his arms over his chest and cocked his head to the side. His eyes shifted from Chan to you then back to Chan. “Um, actually I have but, I don’t think it’s a possible thing.” You leaned forward a bit and spoke up between bites of food, “Well why not? You’re gorgeous, you could be with anyone you wanted to.. even us.” You casually slipped that in there hoping it didn’t make things weird.

That seemed to catch Seungmin off guard, his eyes grew a little wide and he looked a bit nervous. His mouth opened and shut then opened and shut again. Like he was trying to find his words. “What do you mean?” He finally spoke, his eyes bouncing back and forth between you and Chan.

Chan licked his lips and reached over gently grabbing Seungmins hand, holding it where it rested on the table. “You know we’ve been doing this sexual dance for a while now. We love it, we enjoy it but,” Seungmin looked down at his lap then and nodded, cutting Chan off he pulled his hand away, “You guys want to stop. I get it. I don’t ever want to make things hard for the two of you. I really care for you both so we can just be friends if it would suit you two better.” You got up and walked around the table to him.

There was just enough space for you to sit on his lap and you draped your arms over his shoulders, “Seungmin, we don’t want to stop…” You looked over at Chan before continuing, “We want more of you, not just sex but everything that would come with being together, in a relationship. You, Chan, and I.” You held your breath, waiting for him to take it all in. Waiting for him to process it.

You watched Seungmins eyes light up with relief and happiness as he scanned them over your face then moved them over to Chan. “I thought I was going insane. I’ve never wanted two people at the same time. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you two.” His mouth kept moving, confessing his feelings for you both. You cut him off as he began to ramble with a soft kiss. Pressing your lips to his, kissing him slow and sweet.

You carded your fingers through his thick soft hair, tugging at the glossy strands a little as you both pulled back, a mirrored smile on both of your lips. You heard a chair being pushed back and Chan was by your side. He knelt down and took Seungmins face in his hands, pulling him closer. You watched Chan kiss him deeply and you only felt happiness. It bloomed in your chest at the sight of the man you were completely in love with and the man you were slowly falling for come together.

Seungmin pulled back and left a light peck on your nose before consuming your lips again. The three of you feeling more at home with one another than you ever had before. Resting his forehead against yours and Chan leaning his head on Seungmins shoulder, your new boyfriend asked, “Does this mean dates and actual couple things?” You laughed softly and kissed at his soft cheeks, “Of course silly.”

With that Seungmin easily lifted you up in his arms as he stood, Chan following his lead. “I think we should get started on those couple things right now.” You squealed as he moved you over his shoulder, Chan grinning from ear to ear as he placed his hands on Seungmins waist and followed him into the bedroom for round two of last night.

Tags: @moonndustx

[cmoundiamante]

WELCOME HOME ✦ S.JY

pairing non idol!jake x fem!reader

summary It was going to be your first birthday with Jake and Layla, and they managed to turn a regular day into a much better one.

genre fluff, established relationship, drabble.

warnings any ig

a/n hello everyone!! its rom again ^^ i didnt really like this drabble but i wanted to post something fluff anyway, lmk what do u think of it in the comments. i remind u, english is not my first language so pls be kind (: any correction will be considered, not only to improve reading but also for my learning ^^ enjoy it <3

wc +2k

You woke up with a bit of difficulty trying to fight with the warm blankets that didn't want to let you out of bed. The first thing you found when you opened your eyes was your boyfriend, still asleep and snoring. Your hand made contact with Jake's cheeks, you felt a temperature shock when the hand you pulled out from under the blankets made contact with your boyfriend's cheek. You felt a strange movement on the bed, when you raised your head a little you could see Layla, Jake's dog, she sensed at the moment you were awake. You saw Jake again and laughed when you saw how even though he is asleep he is pouting, so before you got out of bed you decided to give him a kiss.

You got up, and with your pajamas on, you left the room, careful not to make any noise so as not to wake your boyfriend. Instead of staying in bed with Jake, Layla decided to go out and accompany you.

When you first met Jake, it didn't take long for him to invite you to his home and introduce you to his faithful partner, so when they both made the decision to live together, Layla was included in the plan. At first you could tell how the dog had a certain distrust, but since you liked animals you were constantly trying to give her affection, which made her love you a little more every day.

You two went to the kitchen, the first thing you did was fill Layla's dog food bowl, then you started with your breakfast, being unsure of what you were going to do, so you decided to look at the fridge to give you some idea.

As you made breakfast, you remembered that tomorrow was your birthday. You weren't that excited, and it was customary since you always spent your birthdays the same way. The exception for this birthday was that it was the first time Jake was going to celebrate with you.

Because you were deep in thought, you didn't feel Layla's barking, nor the hands that held your waist. "Morning, love." You turned to look him in the eye and your lips met, creating a soft kiss. "Good morning, Jakey." "How did you wake up?" he pulled away from your waist and began to help prepare breakfast. He opened the refrigerator and took out four oranges.

"Alright, baby. It's pretty cold outside, I think you need to bundle up," you said, seeing that he was ready to go to work. He was wearing a shirt with the first two buttons unbuttoned and jeans close to the body, the whole outfit was black. Sometimes you wondered to yourself how such a handsome man could have come into your life. "I know, don't worry." He grabbed a knife to halve the oranges and then put them in the juicer. "You look very handsome today, love."

"Just today?" he raised an eyebrow and you rolled your eyes. “Everyday.” The toast was ready to automatically come out of the toaster, you put it down on a plate and then you walked up to Jake, grabbed his half-open shirt and pulled him closer to you for a kiss, he laughed generating a vibration on your lips. A bark came into the scene, you looked back and saw Layla, wagging her tail as she looked at the two of you. "She's getting jealous"

"Come here, Girl." It wasn't necessary for Jake to bend down to pet his dog, she stuck out her tongue showing that she enjoyed her owner's caresses. You bend down and start petting her too. "Who wanna go for a walk?" Layla, hearing that keyword come out of your mouth, began to spin, you laughed at the sight of its enthusiasm. "Okay, girl, we'll go after breakfast."

"Babe," Jake said. "Hmm?" you hummed. "I'm afraid I'll leave work a little later, I don't know if I'll make it to dinner." You looked at him trying to hide the sadness you had when you heard that, you kept caressing Layla while thinking about what to answer. "What time will you come, love?" he looked at his watch, it was almost time to leave. "At 11 P.M." he turned to look at the table again, grabbed two glasses from one of the cupboards and poured the orange juice he had prepared, he makes bottoms up to drink it, as he had little time left. You saw him with some sadness, knowing that he was being held to a great deal in his work. "Do you have to go now?"

"Yes love." when you stood up he took the opportunity to take your chin and again, give you another of those sweet kisses typical of him, which even if he is not very present always make you start the day well. "I. Love you. So. Much. Do you know that?" he said between kisses. Seriously, you could never get tired of this guy. "I love you too." As you pulled away from the kiss, with the same hand that held your chin he began to caress your cheek, you felt how little by little you melted under his gaze. "I bet you will miss me," he said jokingly. "Oh, believe me I'll do." Although he get away from you, you followed him to the exit door. You looked at him from the time he started getting ready to go out, until he said "I love you beautiful, see you later."

You went back to the kitchen and saw the glass with the juice that Jake had prepared, then you saw the other end of the counter and there were the two pieces of toast, so starting to feel the loneliness, you decided to set the table for breakfast alone. You sat down and started spreading the strawberry jam on top of the toast, at the same time as you bit into it you felt a ball of hair brush against your bare leg, it was clearly Layla, making you understand that she wanted some food. "You can't eat this, Lay." his face begged you to give him some of what you were, yet you knew what it could cause. "When we go to the pet shop I'll buy you some snacks, right?" you took another bite of the toast and looked at Layla again to see if she had any reaction to what you said, but no, she only understands key words. "Wanna go for a walk?"

11:30 P.M. And Jake still hadn't arrived. You were in bed reading a book, accompanied by Layla, who was resting next to you because she was so tired after being outside all day walking with you. However, you were not aware of what time it was, you completely forgot about the issues around you that you only paid attention to the plot of the story.

Instead, Jake, he lied to you, he wasn't at work. Even though he had spent weeks hiding your gift, he still needed to buy a couple of things to complete what he had in mind. Chocolates, flowers, some products that he knew had caught your attention, and of course, the box that brought a gift that you would never have imagined. He had everything ready in his car, but he was calm knowing that he was going to get home at 0 A.M. o’clock.

When he got home, and saw that you weren't downstairs, he took advantage and tried to be as quiet as possible to prepare your presents on the sofa.

When he finished, Jake looked at his watch, it was 11:59 P.M. He slowly went upstairs to go look for you, opened the door to his room and quietly spied on you to see what you were doing, you were still reading the book he had given you a few months ago. He opened the door a little more, enough for you to see him out of the side of your eyes. You were a little startled, as you hadn't even heard him coming. "How are the two girls of my life?" he said, referring to you and Layla. You jumped out of bed to meet your boyfriend, throwing the book to God knows where. You hugged him and started kissing him all over his face. "I missed you so much." Since Layla always senses movement, she didn't hesitate to throw herself on top of Jake as well. "We missed you so much."

Jake's watch vibrated, clearly indicating that the day had come. Without warning, he lifted your legs, taking advantage of the fact that you had your arms around his neck to carry you downstairs. "Hey, what are you doing?" He didn't answer you, he just giggled as he went downstairs. When you guys reached the floor downstairs he let go of you and with his hands covered your eyes, helping you walk to the living room. You stood still for a few seconds, until you heard your boyfriend's voice hit your ear. "Are you ready?" you nodded, already knowing what Jake was planning. Your eyes were freed, and you couldn't refrain from opening your mouth.

There were multiple bags from different shops, such as Prada, Dior, some MAC makeup, Kylie Cosmetics, he had also bought books that you had told him you wanted to read, and your favorite candys, what caught the most attention was the biggest box in the middle. The floor was decorated with fake petals, there were also some above the gifts to give it a more romantic touch. "You're gonna catch flies."

"Jake, this is too much." He was still behind you, holding your waist while his chin rested on your shoulder. "It's what you deserve, now, open your presents," he blurted out, excited to see how you would react. "Leave the bigger box for last."

You listened to him, starting to open the gift bags that were on the sides of the box that captures your attention the most. When you opened each gift you couldn't help but thank Jake, you couldn't imagine all the money he spent on you, nor did you understand how he had paid so much attention to particularly buy you things you needed or wanted. You finished opening all the presents, at this point you were so grateful that all you did was cry with emotion, but there was something pending, the biggest box. You paid more attention to it and noticed that it had some holes, with uncertainty you opened the box and found something that you were very excited to have, however you had never talked about it with Jake.

You picked her up slowly with your hands trying not to wake her up, she was asleep. "A dog?" It was a newborn Jack Russell. "It's a girl." You rested the still sleeping puppy on your chest. "But Jake, why?" "I thought it would be a good idea to expand the family." Jake came up to you and started petting the dog, on the other side of your shoulder you felt Layla, who when she saw that you had the dog in your arms sniffed it. "Also, I've seen how you treat Layla, noticed that you like animals, so I wanted to give you one."

The puppy started rubbing on your chest, you brought your face closer to hers and you saw how little by little she opened her eyes. "Hi, baby." you brushed your nose against the dog's, in a form of affection she stuck out her tongue to give you some kisses, you giggled at this while you felt Jake's intense gaze enjoy that tender moment.

Jake caressed your thigh as you began to think about the question you usually have long in advance, what will be her name? You didn't plan on having children at the moment, but you were always looking for inspiration or jotting down names that seemed meaningful or beautiful to you. One came to your head, which for some reason you felt matched the dog a lot.

"Welcome home, Cora."

[imajinxnation]

Hi! So I have two ideas for request on my mind. I will not ask you to fulfill two requests, I will be glad to read one of them.

So it’s up to you. Love your writing.

1. Constantine teaching Reader a magical skill, creating a heartwarming and intimate moment as they share knowledge and connect on a deeper level.

2. Constantine surprises Reader with a handcrafted magical charm or artifact that he created, imbued with protective and loving enchantments, symbolizing his commitment and affection.

Soft For You

John Constantine(2005) x Reader

SUMMARY // It's your birthday and your boyfriend got you a present.. What could it be??

TW // Fluff, Cussing, Slight Angst..

THIS!!!! I'M SO SOFT FOR HIM AGGGHHHHH!!!!

This is short and sweet cause I couldn't think of any other storyline..

ALL GIFS FROM PINTEREST

Unfortunately, you woke up alone in bed this morning. Great way to start your birthday! You were hoping to get some morning cuddles from your boyfriend, but only felt cold sheets beside you. Seems he had been out of bed for awhile. You went searching your apartment for him, but he was nowhere to be found, no note, no nothing.

Upset, you made yourself breakfast, suddenly not feeling very celebratory about turning a year older. You quickly eat your breakfast before deciding to go for a walk, needing some fresh air, hoping it would keep your mind off your absent boyfriend. On your walk, you noticed a stray cat on top of a trash can. You smiled and walked over cautiously, wanting to see if it was friendly and would let you pet it, luckily it was, and appreciated the pets.

"You know, one day he's gonna tell me when he leaves to do a job and NOT leave me high and dry.." You sigh, realizing you're talking to a fucking cat.

You stop petting the cat and head back to your apartment, the walk wasn't helping with your thoughts. Soon enough, you get back home and open the door.. wait. You locked the door when you left.

"John? You back?" You ask loudly as you close the door behind you.

"Yeah, just... uh, gimme a minute, I'll be right there!" He calls back.

You let out a breath of relief, glad it was just John and not someone who broke in. You set your jacket on the coat rack and left your shoes by the door. You're curious as to what he could be doing right now, and just as your about to head to your bedroom to check on him, he comes out, hands behind his back, as if hiding something.

You tilt your head, curious at what he had in his hands that he was hiding from me.

"Whatcha got there, John?" You gesture to him and what he has behind his back.

"..Nothing.." He replies.

You narrow your eyes at him and launch at him, trying to see what he has that he's acting suspitious about. He moves away and fights back, not letting you see for a second what he has.

"Baby (Girl/Boy), stop it, it's really nothing special!" He laughs, slightly nervous.

"If it's nothing special, then why are you trying so hard to hide it? Is this another one of your artifacts? You usually don't hide them here.." You reach behind him, but he avoids your grasp easily.

"Okay! Here, you can see, Jesus.." He throws the artifact to you. You catch it easily, quick reflexes tested, still working.

It's small and has the shape of a dog whistle, but with a chain and clasp to wear it. You turn it around and notice the markings on it, your thumb feeling the indents of where the metal was carved into.

"It's enchanted with a protection spell.. I enchanted it. Uh, you can also open it and put something inside if you want," he stratches the back of his neck, nervous about your reaction.

"..You made this?" You ask, your eyes flickering from the necklace to your flustered looking boyfriend.

"I just enchanted it and did the engravings, that's all.. Happy Birthday.." He says quietly, embarrassed.

You smile widely when he says those two words, eyes lighting up like a kid on Christmas day. He's not paying attention when you hug him tightly, and end up making him jump from the sudden contact.

"Thank you, Babes, I love it," You tell him.

His eyes soften while you aren't looking, but still, he gives a nonchalant response.

"Yeah, yeah, you fuckin' sap," he says, facial expressions not matching his words, especially as he ruffles your hair. He rolls his eyes, but a soft smile graces his face, relieved you like his gift.

[mymainwastoocluttered]

Basketball Club's Camping Cuddles

Coach Vargas said the tents can hold one or two students, but how about two and (technically) a half student?

NOTE: I only write for female reader, but everyone is welcome to read it!

Poly Relationships between club members (Character/Reader/Character)

Ace is a brat, Floyd is a biter. Jamil is pretty.

Maybe part one of a series? Maybe not?

— (っ˘▽˘)(˘▽˘)˘▽˘ς)

— Jamil/Reader/Floyd

Jamil has no idea how this has become his life (that's a lie, he absolutely knows), but trying to fluff pillows with almost two meters of eel trying to lay on his lap like an extremely oversized dog is not how he imagined his life going... Not that he is complaining. Much. Floyd's loopy smiles and soft bites to his waist are very endearing.

"Aww, look at you two~"

And here comes the third member of their odd trio, the one that somehow managed to bring all of them together. It had been quite the rollercoaster of feelings and misunderstandings, what with Jamil's denial, Floyd's obliviousness and (Y/N)'s stubborness. They all cried at least once during their Relationship Talk™ (™ courtesy of their girlfriend). Grim woke up to the three of them cuddling on the run down couch of Ramshackle Dorm, and Jamil learned the hard way that Floyd running and Floyd flying are practically synonyms when he panicked over being late to make Kalim's breakfast.

And that eels can run very well carrying two people and a cat in their arms.

"Shrimpy~!"

"Not so loud," Jamil whisper-yells, shoving a pillow on Floyd's face, knowing that won't stop his boyfriend anyways. "She's not supposed to be here, remember?"

"If she's not supposed to be here, why you fluffing her pillow, Sea Snake~?" Jamil can't see it, but he knows Floyd has his toothy grin on show. "And the spare blanket in your bag-"

"Aww, Jamil" (Y/N) coos, closing the tent behind her and kneeling near them. She leans forwards and he gladly takes the greeting kiss offered. "It's a good thing Vargas made me and Grim sleep on a tent outside, it's easier to sneak out."

"You could've been in danger, though," he watches as his girlfriend takes the pillow from his hands and places it down, kissing Floyd softly, the eel giggling in happiness.

"Considering I'm under Crowley's 'care', danger has become an old friend."

"I'll gladly squeeze him for ya, Shrimpy!"

"Maybe in the future. Right now, I just wanna cuddle with my boys."

Thankfully, the eel doesn't feel like being a brat tonight, so other than demanding goodnight kisses from both of them, he goes to bed willingly. Floyd's kisses are always electric, alluring, dangerous, and funnily enough, the viper is the one attracted to that sweet poison. (Y/N)'s kisses are gentler, kinder, firmer, ensuring him that everything is alright and he is safe.

"Where did you leave Grim?" he asks, because he knows best than anyone what she would never leave her furry companion to face any danger.

"I left Grim with Ace, to help him stay awake and keep his mouth shut."

Floyd giggles again, pulling her down to lay where their makeshift beds meet, her back pressed against his chest. Jamil takes his place on the other side of their girlfriend, covering them with the blankets to stop the chilly mountain air to get to them. His face finds the crook of her neck, her and Floyd's arms find his waist.

Glued together, they sleep.

— (っ˘▽˘)(˘▽˘)˘▽˘ς)

— Jamil/Reader/Ace

"You are the most infuriating person I've ever had the displeasure of meeting and I have to teach Kalim basic decency every single day."

"You wanna kiss me so bad, it makes you look stupid~"

Ace laughs when Jamil groans, enjoying the annoyed but still helplessly endeared expression on his pretty face. Seven, Jamil is so pretty, it's unfair. If Ace were a little less confident (cocky, Jamil would correct him if he could read minds), Ace would be wondering how the hell did he score someone like that.

But, then again, Ace managed to score (Y/N) too, and the Housewarden of Ramshackle is the biggest catch in the whole school.

Speaking of her.

"Floyd is having so much fun scaring the fairies, I feel a little bad for them."

"The more entertained he is, the less headache for us," Jamil promptly answers, offering her one of his rare soft smiles.

He unfairly gets the first greeting kiss, but Ace is always ready to upstage anyone. When she turns to him, he cups her face and kisses her deeply, practically pulling her to his lap. She's blushing cutely when they separate, and the redhead can only pretend he isn't just as red despite being the one to start it.

"We're here to sleep, not make out."

"Again, Jams, if you want a kiss, just kiss me, no need to play tsundere~"

Much to his surprise, the Vice Housewarden does exactly that, grabbing the first year's jacket and tugging him forward until their lips meet.

Jamil's kisses are warm, scalding even, they taste of spice and whispers, they make Ace's heart speed up and his lips tingle. Ace barely has any time to breath before he's being brought to another kiss, this time with their girlfriend. Her kisses are lukewarm, like before bed tea, sweet and fluffy like a dream, making his heart slow in a satisfied hum.

Next thing he knows, they're all cuddling together under the covers, enjoying the closeness they rarely are able to enjoy at school.

— (っ˘▽˘)(˘▽˘)˘▽˘ς)

— Floyd/Reader/Ace

"Don't bite me!"

"But you're soooo soft~"

Floyd giggles when Crabby glares at him, his big eyes and blushing cheeks making him look like a pouting little crab. Makes him want to bite his Crabby even more, and squeeze him real good.

"You guys are biting and no one called me?"

"Shrimpy~!"

"Shhh, not so loud. Jamil may not care, but the others might," Shrimp scolds him, but her smile and the playful boop to his nose contradict her words. She's so soft and pretty, he wants to bite her.

So he does. And she answers with a cute little squeal and giggle, gently biting him back. No matter how many times he assures her that he can take her bites, what with her flat teeth and weak human jaw, she still insists on being gentle. Someone so delicate treating him so delicately is so fun to see~

In contrast, Crab has no problem sinking his teeth on Floyd's shoulder, trying his best to leave a mark as dark as Floyd usually leaves on them. Luckily for him, Floyd's human form has softer skin than his merfolk form, and he manages to leave a big purple bruise. So fun, he is so fun~

"Now, let's to sleep! Coach Lob– Vargas is going to wake us up really early tomorrow."

Floyd giggles at her slip up, not resisting the sudden urge to kiss her pretty lips. He has never resisted that urge, anyway. Her kisses always start a bit shy, but soon enough she's biting his lips back and running her nails up and down his neck, going from a helpless Shrimpy to a treacherous Siren.

"I'm feeling like a third wheel here," Crabby complains, arms crossed. Azul likes to say Floyd is a brat, but he has never seen this side of Crabby, and he shall never see it if the merman has any say on it.

Instead of answering, the eel breaks the kiss with their girlfriend and kisses the complaining crab. Kisses with Crabby are fun too, starting with the redhead trying to dominate Floyd the best he can, full of determination and rebellion. He has yet to win, though, for Floyd enjoys making him give in and melt, becoming docile like an anemone.

The night goes by far too quickly, if you ask Floyd. One moment they're all laughing under the blankets, exchanging kisses and bites, the next Coach Lobster is waking them up with his annoying loud voice.

Floyd has a sudden urge to have lobster for breakfast.

[fandomsnstuff]

@taznovembercelebration

Day 4: forget/sweet

Can a dream be recurring if it's different every time?

Read it on AO3

Taako's laying on a grassy hill, watching stark white clouds drift through the perfect blue sky above him. It's transitioning from summer into fall, so it's not too hot, nor too cold, and the leaves in the tree above him are just starting to yellow. He knows if he sits up, he'll see a small town far below him, and his aunt's cottage behind him. He spent a lot of good afternoons on this hill in that one blissful year he lived here. He's been here in his dreams a lot in the last few months.

"You still sleeping down there, Koko?" It's not his aunt's voice, he knows that much, but it does funny things to his heart when he hears it. He's taken to calling his companion The Dream Voice. He thinks she's the one who's been bringing him into these dreams, but he doesn't know why.

"I don't think you can sleep in a dream."

"Sure you can," a foot knocks against his. "There was one time I kept waking up, like at least five times, and then I woke up for real and realised it was a dream in a dream in a dream."

Her voice always sounds like it's right next to him, and he can feel her presence there, but he's long since learned not to look. The first few times he had this dream, it was a lot of confusion and static that made him wake up with a migraine. They've gotten a lot more peaceful since.

"That's fucked," he says.

"Yeah, well," he hears the shuffle of clothing and grass as she adjusts her position, "I've been through worse."

"Bummer."

She huffs a breath of laughter. "Thanks."

They sit in silence for a while. A gentle breeze blows through, knocking a few leaves out of the tree. They float gently to the ground and land between him and The Dream Voice.

"I think Lucretia's sending you on a mission soon." He hears tearing as she fidgets with one of the leaves. "Last one."

His brow furrows. "Really?"

"Mmhm. Just one more relic."

Taako whistles. "Damn. Could've sworn there was one more after."

"Nope." She mumbles, "she took care of her own."

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

They're silent again. He can hear her tearing the leaves to little pieces.

"No, idiot," she flicks his temple, "after all of this, when you're done at the Bureau, when… when you- when everything is safe."

"What are you going to do after this, Taako?"

"When I wake up?"

Taako blinks up at the sky. "I don't know. I guess I hadn't thought that far ahead."

"Maybe you could start up your show again."

"I'll have to prove my innocence first."

"You could also find a better boyfriend."

Taako scoffs and sits up, "my boyfriend is perfectly fine, thank you."

"He's the grim reaper!"

"So what? You don't know him!"

"Of all the people and beings that you could possibly date, you just had to get all goo-goo eyed for the grim reaper when-" her voice dissolves into static on the last part.

"I don't even know what you just said, but I know it's bullshit. I have a comeback on the tip of my tongue and I don't know what it is, but it's fucking good! So keep that in mind!"

The Dream Voice sighs, then laughs. "Stupid," she mutters to herself, a smile audible in her voice. "I knew the second I saw that motherfucker with his face on, he'd be a thorn in my side."

"More like a thorn in my backside."

"Eugh!" Taako laughs loudly as she shoves him. "Gross! Don't say that shit to me!"

He wakes up in his bed, still smiling. He gets up and pulls himself through getting ready. He makes breakfast, toast for himself, oatmeal with berries for Merle, and an ungodly amount of eggs, scrambled, for Magnus.

"I had a dream last night," Magnus says, "that I was in a world of all dogs."

"Were you also a dog?" Merle asks.

"No! So I was the only one who could provide all the pets, and I got suffocated under all the dogs. It was great. That's how I want to die."

"I had a dream," Merle says, "that I was in a massive greenhouse with a big, beautiful sunflower down the other end. But to get to it, I had to walk past all these other plants that were just reaching-"

"Okay, that's enough!" Taako says, standing up and picking up dishes, "time to go!"

"What about you, Taako?" Magnus asks. "Any interesting dreams?"

He drops the dishes into the sink unceremoniously. "I don't remember my dreams. Let's get out of here before the Director sends someone down here to get us."

The next night, after games and sacrifices and liches and red robes, they're camping in the woods. Usually he'd struggle a bit to sleep in the wilderness, especially with their supposed red robe enemy with them, but Taako's had a long day. He's out like a light.

He has the dream again.

"Sooo," she says, "how'd it go?" She sounds a little smug, but he's too drained to think about why.

"No one died."

"Well-"

"Okay, Magnus kinda died, but it was only a little. We'll un-mannequin him when we get a chance."

She laughs, and rests her head on his shoulder. It's a comfortable weight. "I'm glad you're okay."

"That's one way to put it."

"Taako?"

"Hm?"

"I'm pretty sure a lot of crazy shit's gonna happen tomorrow, so I just… I want you to follow your instincts."

He snorts. "Yeah alright. Sure."

"And trust Ba- the red robe. He's trying to help."

"I barely remember half the stuff you say on a good day, but I'll keep it in mind."

"I'll find a way to remind you."

They sit together for what feels like forever. As always, the clouds drift by, the leaves in the tree rustle, and a gentle breeze keeps them cool. When the world around them starts to waver and fade away, his companion squeezes his hand. "Good luck, Taako," her voice distorts and fades as he wakes, "I'll see you soon."

He wakes up to mannequin Magnus leaning over him. "The red robe says we gotta go."

"We have less time than I thought," the lich says, looking up at the overcast sky, "and we need to make a stop before we go up to the Bureau."

"Alright," Taako stands and stretches as Magnus shoves his stuff into a bag for him, "let's get this shit over with."

As they walk through the woods, he tries, as always, to remember what The Dream Voice said. But it was gone before they even set out. He knows she said something about the red robe, but he can't remember for the life of him what it was. All he can remember is her arm linked with his, her head on his shoulder, and "I'll see you soon."

He wishes he knew who she was.

[gojocumdumpster]

”My name is Baki…Baki Hanma” 2

Type of story: Sfw

Afab reader (Sorry guys if there's not a lot gender neutral yall know im slow as hell)

I'm not using those pink letters int this story for y/n.

You had arrived home going to your bedroom, "I think I'll take a shower tomorrow." You said laying down on your bed. All you could think of was Baki..Baki Hanma. Maybe those girls who sat next to you were right. 2 weeks past and the next tournament was today.

Baki's POV: She said she was going to be here, should I ask for her number? Would if she says no..? Would if she thinks I'm a monster, would if she has a boyfriend.. Baki said to himself walking around circles in his graffitied house.

You woke up, today was the tournament and today you were going to see Baki. You paided for your tickets through the app and got the same spot you sat last time, you decided to wear a black dress to show off those curves. Hol on y/n do a 360 lemme see that ass move This was your dress: here with your choice of shoes. cause yall gon bash me for picking crocs You did your morning routine and had time to make breakfast so you made oatmeal and left.

You made it to the tournament building and waited in the lane for people who paided online, you parked your car and made your way towards the lobby, men were staring at you up and down the girls were giving you nasty looks but you didn't care because you were the bad bitch only in there. Except Jackiesha was the OG you can't out do the OG..anyways..

You made your to the food court and got you a hot dog and a drink, you walked to the arena as you took your seat, Round 1 was a tie because they both got knocked out at the same time. People were saying it wasn't fair and some were, you had to get on someone's case because they were doing to damn much. After that they were quiet the whole time, last round you saw that same Reddish-brownish haired boy. You stood up chanting his name as you waved at him to get his attention, he some how heard you through all those loud manly deep voices when you had a soft voice. Look at you. Now your doing to much y/n sit tf down.. He looked up at you and shook his head smiling.

You sat down waiting for the next fighter to come out. You ate your food as your were excited to see baki win. 6 minutes in the round baki was about to lose until he did a special move his father taught him that had everyone in shock. Everyone was silent as he got up and walked away until he heard *Clap Clap..* No it isnt what you think... You stood up clapping for Baki soon people were clapping with you. He looked at you with a big smile as he gave you a thumbs up.

It was time to leave and you were "lost" again as you walked to the back. You saw fighters looking at you like last time biting there lips at you. You didn't know which room Baki was so kept walking until you saw a room with there door creaked halfway. It looked like Baki was there! *Knock Knock* "Room service is here!" You said knocking on the door. "Y/n is that you.?!" he said chuckling and opening the door more. He let you come in his room as it had a shower and a couch with a TV. He closed the door and turned towards you. "W-wow you look better up close" He said nervously.."Thank's Baki!" You say as you give him a 360.

"Is it okay if I hug you?" He said fiddling with his hands. "Sure!" You said reaching your hands out. You guys hugged each other his hand's slowly trailing from your back to your waist and resting on your hips as he rubs your hips gripping the thickness of it, slowly going down to your plump round butt both hands touching it. You were blushing in his neck the whole time with your hands around his neck, he gripped your ass as they fit perfectly in his hands. I'm sorry y/n I think I lost myself for a second as he lets go. "It's okay Baki" you say laughing at his flustered face. You guys took a seat on the couch he wanted to tell you something. You could tell, "What is it Baki? Tell me.' You say with your hand on his thigh looking at him with pleading eyes. He looked at you in shock as if you almost read his mind. "Can I get your number..? It's fine if you don't-" You cut him off "Of course Baki!" as you put your number in his phone fast as light. He smiled at you shaking his head. You guys hung out for hours on the couch. It was time to go and he had walked you out to the entrance. You said your goodbyes and quickly kissed him on his cheek and ran off to your car. He touched the part where you kissed him and looked at your car in shock as you drove off.

[we-love-the-murder-bois]

oo! sorry if you’ve done this already (or smth similar ^^) but if you haven’t can i req billy loomis or stu macher with transmasc s/o? tysm ^^

(I’ve done similar to this as headcannon, but I’ll write a descriptive piece! Also I made it poly bc I’m feral for Stuilly)

“G’mornin handsome.”

Stu was a strange mix of morning person and devil in the mornings. He could roll out of bed with enough energy to tackle the day, but preferred to spend his first hour wrapped in blankets and drinking the abomination he called coffee. He was clingy in the mornings, though he was clingy always. The mornings were his snuggle time, when he wasn’t bouncing off the walls waiting for something to do.

Stu in the morning was a good indication about the entire day. If it was a bad day, with his head buzzing and red behind his eyes, he would be withdrawn and flighty. On the good days he was bouncy and his usual ray of manic sunshine. Today seemed like a good day.

“Morning.” His partner sighed back, sleepily blinking at him. He was used to Stu waking him, since he was always up first, but it took a minute for his brain to boot up.

Billy was asleep on Stu’s other side, out cold with an arm tight around his waist, but Stu didn’t seem to care. Billy was the complete opposite of Stuart, a night owl who was completely murderous and nonverbal until after coffee and mandatory brooding time. College was brutal on all of them, but Billy was out of his mind with not being able to kill on campus and it made him pissy. He’d been out late last night with Stu stalking some potential targets, and the two had come home and promptly passed out. Stu still had some blood on his arms.

“Breakfast?” He widened his eyes like a begging dog, still wearing his dopey grin with his tongue poking out between his teeth. He had a stupid face in the best way, and his boyfriends were weak to it, even if Billy pretended he wasn’t.

“Sure.” His s/o stretched, back cracking as he rolled out of bed with a groan. He was wearing boxers and one of Stu’s horror movie t-shirts, uncaring about being presentable yet.

“How’s the chest today?” Stu asked as he began to try and get free, failing as the grip around his midsection only tightened.

S/o shrugged, poking at his bandages with a tired glare.

“Not too bad.” His surgery had been a few weeks ago and he was almost completely healed, but it was still tender. He didn’t care much about the bandages around Billy and Stu. He had lived with them for over a year now and they all knew each other rather intimately, it wasn’t like they hadn’t seen everything before and after. Back in the early days he had never been made to feel uncomfortable, even with how grabby Stu could be. He loved his boys.

He left to start breakfast, leaving Stu to his fight.

Eventually, with bacon crackling in the skillet and coffee brewing while Stu’s toaster waffles cooked, he felt strong arms wrap around his waist. He laughed, leaning back into Billy as he poked the bacon with a spatula.

Billy was only clingy in the mornings and some late nights, so it was a special moment. S/o reached over and poured a cup of coffee, handing it behind him to the grumpy murderer. Billy accepted the cup and pressed a quick kiss to his shoulder before slipping away to drink his coffee in peace.

Stu wasn’t far behind, looking a mix of dazed and grumpy as he fished his waffles from the toaster and began to eat them with a pained wince. He never waited for food to cool.

His boyfriend shook his head and mixed his absurdly sweet coffee, setting it on the counter. Stu had thrown on a sweater, but an angry red mark was on the junction on his neck and shoulder.

“Did he bite you?!” He couldn’t help but laugh, watching Stu turn pink and slap a hand over the bite mark, only to wince.

“He wasn’t happy I woke him up. Asshole left handprints on my ribs too.” He pulled up his sweater to show the red handprints. Poor Stu had to deal with Billy’s habits all alone while their boyfriend recovered from surgery. He would feel bad but Stu definitely liked being thrown around a bit.

They liked to say he was one of them now, with scars. Their scars were prominent still after these years, and Stu still had facial scars from the television he was self conscious about. Billy was more proud of his, proof he was a genius despite his plan nearly falling apart at the last moment.

Their boyfriend was in between. He was proud of what he’d been through and finally taking that leap, but it was a scary thing and recovery was never fun. His scars were very different, impossible to miss under each pec and a constant reminder, but also so amazing and he had burned his binder last week.

“He’s going to wreck your shit once he’s healed.” Stu snuggled against them as he shoved the rest of his waffle in his mouth. His hands were gentle around the chest wrap as he smoothed them down his sides to rest on his hips. “I’ll help.”

His boyfriend just smiled, leaning his head back against Stu’s shoulder to nip to other side of his neck.

“I look forward to it. Now go bring Billy some bacon while I start on eggs.” More likely they’d both wreck him instead, but he’d let Stu believe whatever he wanted.

Stu immediately complied after sticking his tongue out, plating the bacon and scurrying off to probably provoke Billy a bit. Stu loved testing boundaries.

“Billy, when you’re awake can you help me with my shot?” He called out as he scrambled the eggs and plated them. He had stopped T for his surgery and this was his first dose since. Billy had the steadiest hands and was very precise.

Both of them had their own medication, Billy with his antipsychotics and Stu’s adhd and manic depressive meds, and while they both hated them they took them. It didn’t stop the killing, that was more of a hobby, but it kept their minds at bay. His boys had vicious minds.

He broke up their squabbling before it could devolve into wrestling and/or making out, handing them their eggs and leaning against Billy to enjoy the peace of the morning.

“You two need to shower.” He pointed at the visible flecks of blood dried on both of them, areas the Ghostface costume didn’t cover or had become too saturated with blood. Maybe they hadn’t been doing much stalking, they always had loved a killer third act.

The two had a quick conversation with their eyes before Billy inclined his head and Stu nodded, and they both stood up. Their boyfriend laughed, he really should have expected that.

He cleaned up breakfast, leaving the dishes for Stu, as the two went upstairs to shower. He had a little while because they were definitely going to fuck in the shower, they always got revved up cleaning blood off each other, and it was best to keep his mind busy as to not become even more sexually frustrated. Soon. Not soon enough, but soon.

“Stop fucking biting me you dick!” He heard Stu yelp from across the apartment and promptly dissolved into laughter.

Fuck he loved those boys.

[luvv-maxx]

|: Call of Duty HC 🫶 :|

Note : This is my first post, other than the intro post, so Don’t get all mad if I misspell anything or I have a certain HC you don’t agree with. 💕

Characters mentioned : John price, Simon Riley, John Mactavish, Kyle Garrick, Kate Laswell, Nikolai, Alex Keller, and Farrah Karim ‼️💕 the sillies

John Price-

Greatest and most stressed father of the year award.

💥 silly Quokka smile💥

Y’know those iq ads that show the older you are, the less you know? He gets so offended by that so he tries playing it to show he isn’t dumb, but gets pissed when they just aren’t interactive and send him to the download page.

He’s an animal dude, he can rock with any animal you put him next to. But I am guessing, personally, that he was like obsessed with black bears specifically. Nobody knew why. He just found them cool and amazing as a kid, and still does.

He has that old dad cough that sounds like he’s dying of influenza. AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON HIS SNOR—

You know how some dads hug and sway you and themselves as you hug? He does that. He got that treatment when he was younger, it conditioned onto him. When he first did it to Simon, MF was confused as shit and gave the most horrendous and judgmental side eye after they finished the hug.

speaking of the others, They will get spooked like cats when Price suddenly sneezes like a bazooka or coughs like he just smoked 20 packs of cigarettes at once. Especially Kyle, he most definitely had a heart attack the first time he heard Price cough twice in a row thinking he was dying.

Supportive ahh bisexual dad.💕🥺

Gives off “Hey Gay, I’m Dad!” Jokes if you came out to him.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

I both Can and can’t see why people simp for this man.

sure, He makes booktok people horny af for his mask and deep British accent, his tattoos, the fact he could break their neck in one morsel of strength but would decide not to if he knew them, etc etc.

but that’s most likely from trauma, both unresolved and buried down or spoken about like jokes but gets angered when someone jokes about it. (Both is me. I’m those examples. Yippeee ‼️)

breakfast. He isn’t picky but he is. Beans? Fuck that shit, Burn. BURN. However, the most darkest and traumatic tasting coffee ever grounded from the pits of hell itself just made for the traumatized Masked man? Sure. Call it a cup of FUCKING JOE.

Though he doesn’t sneeze or cough like Price does, He sleeps dying influenza patient Victorian man style. First time he and Soap were forced to sleep together, Soap woke up miraculously early, thought he died and cried there for 20 minutes before Ghost woke up all tired like he was hibernating.

I think he loves Riley for not only is she just adorable and a great dog, She is the best thing to have when dealing with snakes.

He was fixated on one animal when he was younger. Motherfucking Raccoons. He found them so hilarious and goofy as a kid, he now fell in love with a man who is the human embodiment and reincarnation of the raccoon king.

One pet peeve Ghost has is when someone smacks their lips. No matter what, you smack your lips, he smacks you too. He’s that badass mum that goes “Keep smacking them lips, I’ll smack you.” While cracking his knuckles viscously.

Traumatized gay man. 😔💪

John “Soap” Mactavish :

Listen, He likes bubble baths. That’s a pretty well known fact. But.. Have you ever considered.. He may try doing Romantic dates in a bath tub? He’ll do those corny but sweet rose petal trails to a bathtub filled with bubbles and rubber ducks with a goddamn rose in his mouth seductively.

anyways, hope your happy with that visual. He most definitely does the continuous bumping his wrists together, not knowing he’s saying ‘hard sex’ in ASL. (I did this multiple times, both before and after. It’s unconsciously stuck to me. I fear myself only.)

If he ever visited England to see his boyfriend Lieutenant, Ghost, nobody could fucking understand him. But when Ghost visits Soap, Everybody sounds so fucking confusing to Ghost that he just walked out into a forest for a lap. Like when people read a cringy sentence and have to put their phones down, walk around their house two or three times, before going back.

He makes fun of Kyle whenever Helicopters are mentioned in a convo, just like making puns to piss him off.

“ Oi Gaz, do ye like the band ‘The fall out boys’? ” while giggling like a mean middle school girl. 😔✊

He likes frogs. Did as a kid, still does now. But the catch is, He cannot go towards one if his entire life was on the line. Like, He finds them cute but nearly pisses himself when They jump towards him.

silly little bisexual ‼️😊

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick:

So. You wanna hear my head canons of my Husband? /Jkjk—

I could imagine this dude was judgmental as a kid, full on mama’s Boy conversation with his mama like “ Let me guess, Aunt Stephanie said this! She is always talking crap about you, Mama, but I don’t see dad coming home with a new hickey every weekend. “

when someone goes low, he goes the lowEST.

I like to think he has a sister or two who influenced him on skincare, periods (for if he pulls anyone with period hauntings), and how to style various hairstyles just so his sisters didn’t have to pay a shit ton of money for the same hairstyle.

Do any of you guys just.. think this man bakes? Just baking when he’s bored or stressed. No thoughts. Just cookies.

He loved otters as a kid, but now finds Pallas cats better.

trust that he has heard tea from nearly every country that even agents don’t know about.

Bisexual. Leaning more towards mlm but nonetheless free-styling .

Kate Laswell :

the queen. The majesty. The LESBIAN MUM.

I like to imagine her wife is the ultimate mastermind, Like Kate is just the boss of tf141 but instantly does any bidding her wife asks her to do.

She’d be a great aunt, Mum would be even better.

I bet she met her wife in either a serene area like a flower shop or a bloodlust filled chaos like the battlefield. Two ways this could go. No in-between. Retired lesbian medic, Or Flowershop owner.

Kate seemed like the girl to like Penguins for not only their cuteness but their habitats , their diet, their life, and everything about them.

Would I be wrong to say that she most definitely got a piercing when she was a teen but took it out some time later?

She’d be a great friend to have, she’d be the one who’d order for you if you’re nervous.

You cannot FUCKING. DENY. That she has a border collie with a sweet name like Dolly

She has a wide range of music, but Music from Dolly Parton inspires her. Just imagine it.

a canonical lesbian with immense sarcasm.

Alex Keller :

Mmm the white man. /jk

He seems like he’d be the average uncle. I actually have an uncle that looks sorta like him, but balding brown hair and is named Corey.

He most definitely had a golden retriever or Siberian husky as a kid, some dog breed that’s hella energetic.

i can imagine how Any dog interaction he has now, they always try at least once to steal his leg like fetch.

He regretfully wore old spice when he was a teen but thankfully stopped after smelling himself.

He seemed to have played baseball as a kid. He just gives off that vibe.

He most definitely mispronounces easy af words on accident when distracted.

speaking of that, he seems to be a baking when stress kind of dude but also, if he did that, he’d pause halfway through cause he got distracted then forgets what he was doing. The only reminder being the burning kitchen after thirty minutes of distractions.

Silly little pansexual ‼️💕

Farah Karim

would i be wrong to headcannon that she would be the best muffin maker? Like even better than Gaz and Laswell.

She is so pretty ‼️

her favorite animal once was hedgehogs but now it’s lionesses. A massive change but both great animals.

I bet when she was a kid that she would threaten to bite people, and when in fights, actually did bite people. Worth it. (i have done this before as a kid. Proud af)

She would rock those black a leopard print sunglasses mums wear to beaches. Just think of it.

I wanna think that she had once owned those rabid chihuahuas and called the dog something sweet and unsuspecting like “Mr. sprinkles” for the fun and hell of it.

silly little demiromantic bisexual 🫶💕‼️

[marvel-fanfic-writer-8675]

My Love, the Wolf

Pairing: werewolf!Bucky x reader

Warnings: fluff

Summary: your werewolf boyfriend acting like a puppy

*In this, Bucky can transform into a wolf anytime he wants, but during days where it’s a full moon, he cannot choose and he is automatically a wolf for the day, he can still understand human languages but can’t speak them as a wolf.*

You woke up and leaned over to kiss your boyfriend, being met with a furry friend curled up on his pillow instead. This was not an unusual occurrence, you just didn’t expect it this morning. “Did we miss a full moon Buck?” You pulled out your phone and googled it, seeing that it was a full moon that night. “Alrighty, come here pup,” you say up and patted your lap, knowing he would want to come and cuddle with you. The wolf moved to your lap and gave your cheek a lick, “love you too Buck,” you have his head some pets.

The team was pretty used to Bucky’s transformations, they enjoyed having him around, he was more energetic in his wolf form. You and Bucky had the conversation at the beginning of your relationship. Bucky had told you that when he turned he would sort of act like a puppy would; and that the things dogs typically liked made him happy in his wolf form. You agreed to what he was saying with the exception that you were not going to feed him dog food, human food wouldn’t hurt him in that form so you weren’t feeding him dog food.

There was a knock on the door that made Bucky perk up, from the knock you could tell it was probably Steve. “Come on in Steve,” you called out and Steve walked through the door. “Hey Y/N, hey there Buck,” Steve smiled and gave Bucky’s wolf form some pets. These mornings, Steve often took his best friend with him on his morning runs to help get some of the wolf’s energy out. “Wanna go on a…walk? Huh, yeah, you do.” Bucky was getting excited at the thought of a walk. He looked over to you and tilted his head, as if asking if you needed him or wanted him to stay. “Go ahead love, have fun, don’t forget to stay hydrated okay?” Bucky nuzzled his head into you, a saying of ‘I love you.’ You kissed his head and the werewolf followed Steve out of the room.

While Bucky and Steve were gone you got ready for the day, getting a shower and a comfy outfit on, having no plans for the day, it was your day off of training and you were going to relax until tonight’s gala. Right when you were about to get breakfast ready your boyfriend and his best friend got in from their run. You looked to the wolf and saw him carrying a bag from your favorite bakery in his mouth. “He stood in front of the bakery and wouldn’t move until I went in and got you a pastry,” Steve explained. “Aww, thanks Steve,” you crouched down so you could hug your boyfriend, “and thank you my love.” You took the bag from Bucky as you pulled away.

Steve left to go get a shower so it was just you and Bucky. You sat on the couch and Bucky tried to jump up and curl in your lap, “unh uh, nope, smelly dogs do not get cuddles, we gotta give you a bath first love.” Bucky sulked to the floor as you started to eat your pastry. The sight made you sad so you sighed and patted the seat next to you, “oh fine, come on Buck, I’ll just get another shower. Darn you and your cute puppy dog eyes.” Bucky’s face lit up and he hopped up next to you and laid down, his head resting in your lap. You pulled up the show you were both watching and put an episode on while you ate breakfast, feeding Bucky a piece here and there.

Bath time with wolf Bucky was a trip. He would only be calm if you were in the tub with him, and even then he didn’t like the water touching his ears. After many protests from your boyfriend, he was bathed and dried off, coat as fluffy as ever. “There’s my beautiful boy,” you cooed, as Bucky excitedly accepted your pets. “Do you wanna….go for a ride?” Bucky’s ears perked up as he licked your face, “come on, let’s go love! Come on!” You led him to the car and he jumped into the passenger seat.

You first went to the dog store to get Bucky an outfit for the gala tonight. You found a cute dog suit that when you tried to put it in the cart Bucky jumped up, grabbed it and set it back. You laughed and promised you wouldn’t make him wear it. You bargained with him on a bow tie collar to make him at least a little dressed up. You thought he looked very dapper in it, and with all the compliments you gave him he was ready to wear it everywhere as a wolf.

Next up was the few errands Tony needed you to run to get stuff for the night, like a few tablecloths, confirming the catering and flowers etc. After everything was done you surprised Bucky with a little treat. “Hey Buck, you wanna go get a….pup cup?” His head tilted as he heard the words pup cup. Even thought he ate human food and could understand all you were saying….he loved pup cups from Starbucks. You ruffled the fur on the top of his head and drove to the nearby coffee shop. You picked up (your fav drink), a Strawberry refresher for Nat, an Americano for Steve and finally the pup cup for your loving werewolf boyfriend.

Bucky twirled around in a circle as you held out your hand holding the pup cup, he licked it right up, being careless of getting it on the car seats. “James, come on, now we gotta clean these ! Tony’s gonna be pissed!” Bucky smiled, you knew he was just playing dumb. He licked your hand and nuzzled into your neck as an apology. “Oh, how could I stay mad at you?” You kissed the top of his head and drove home.

That night at the gala you walked in, dress flowing, with a wolf next to you who went up to your waist. “Hey, lookin good Y/N,” Nat complemented, “you too Bucky, nice bow tie.” Bucky’s face lit up at the compliment. “Doesn’t he look so handsome,” you cooed. Nat chuckled and walked towards the bar.

The night went swimmingly, and that night you got a shower, and climbed into bed, tired from the day, with your big fluffy cuddle bug awaiting you. You knew in the morning he would be back to his normal, adorable self, but for now you would enjoy his soft fluffy fur. You laid down, head resting on your boyfriend’s chest, his head curled around you. “Night, love you baby.” He grunted softly in agreement.

You could hear Bucky’s soft snores as you woke up, looking over to see his chest rising and falling in time with the noise. You leaned over and kissed his forehead, “morning love,” he awakened just enough to mumble a good morning to you and grumble about not getting cuddles. He went back to sleep as you wrapped yourself around him. You knew it would be another good day.

[meliaki]

Broken without you

Jake X y/n

TW: death 💀

Jake was the perfect boyfriend. he and Y/n had a beautiful and loving relationship. Jake would often pamper Y/n with gifts, take her on romantic dates, and make sure she felt special and loved every day. However one day everything changed. Jake started to come home late, ignore y/n, and stopped asking to see her to go on dates.

Y/n woke up to a familiar buzzing of her phone, and she quickly reached for it without even opening her eyes. A text from Jake, asking to meet up. Her heart raced with excitement, and she quickly jumped out of bed, throwing on her favorite dress and running a brush through her hair. The idea of spending time with Jake again filled her with happiness and joy, and she could hardly wait to see him. Her world came crashing down when she heard these words "I want to breakup." A million thoughts ran through her mind and she burst into tears. After all that they went through he decided to break up with y/n for no reason. "Why?" She tried to keep her composure but failed as she was choked up with tears. Jake simply stood up and walked away, leaving y/n crying.

Y/n pov

It has been a week since that incident. I still can't get over him. I have many questions for him. "Why did he want to break up?" "What did I do wrong?" "Why did he leave me without an explanation?" These thoughts constantly rushed through my head. This has affected me to the point where I had to take leave from my work. I am constantly reminded of the relationship we had before our breakup that time where he surprised me for my birthday: that one date we went on to the aquarium, when he tried his best to cook breakfast for me but ended up burning the frying pan... the thought of these memories made me chuckle but I was hit with a thousand bricks when I came to a realisation of what happened. I missed the Jake who always made me laugh even when I am sad, the one who would always shower me with gifts, the one who would constantly bring me on dates every week.

Just then I felt the buzzing of my phone I picked it up to see Jake's mother calling me. "Y/n you really need to come to the hospital now!" I immediately rushed to my car and turned on the engine.

Jake's pov (1 month ago)

"You only have a month left to live." The moment the doctor broke the news, my heart was broken into a million pieces. "What am I going to do?, what about y/n?" I thought to myself. I do not care if I die or not, all I care about is y/n. How am I going to break the news to her? How would she react to this? How would she feel after my death? The life I had planned for the two of us was gone. We planned to get married and have two kids and a dog.

Just the thought of the future that could never happen with the two of us made my heart ache. "Why did this have to happen? What did I do in my past life to have this happen to y/n and I? All I want is to be with y/n forever..." I thought to myself as tears rolled down my cheeks non stop. I gathered my composure as I walked out of the doctor's office.

I debated whether to tell her about my illness or keep it a secret. Just the thought of her not being able to move on from me made me heartbroken. I would never want to see my girl like that. Eventually, I decided that keeping it a secret and breaking up with her would be the best option for both of us.

After several weeks of acting cold towards y/n, I no longer had the energy or strength to take care of her the way i used to, and  began to withdraw emotionally. My responses to Y/n's phone calls and texts became shorter, and i stopped asking to see her or go on dates. I could tell that Y/n was confused and hurt, wondering what she had done wrong to cause me to change like this but it is still better than telling her the truth.

It was a week before my death date. The day that I decided to break up with her. I saw y/n walk into the restaurant looking as beautiful as ever. I started to regret my decision. "I want to break up with you." I said in a monotonous voice while trying to control my emotions. She asked me why but I just walked away. The moment I was out of her sight, I couldn't help but break down in tears.

(One week later) It felt like an eternity lying on my death bed for a week. I wonder if y/n is coping well with the news. Everywhere in my body hurt especially in the stomach with my stomach tumor. I could feel my body starting to give up. "Jake!!" A familiar voice could be heard coming from the door. I immediately came to my senses and realised that it was y/n! "Why didn't you tell me about this!" Y/n sobbed with tears rolling down her face nonstop. "I didn't want you to be devastated after my death, I want you to be happy and free to live your life without the burden of my illness." I said while trying to control my emotions. Y/n immediately pulled me into a tight hug, that was when I broke down into tears.

Y/n pov

"Jake is in the hospital with a terminal disease!" Jake's mother said in a state of panic. A whirlwind of emotions overcame me as I rushed to the hospital. I can't believe Jake never told me this. I was devastated to realise that Jake had been going through so much on his own, and that he had broken up with me to protect me. "Jake!!" I exclaimed while running through the hospital room door. "Why didn't you tell me about this!" I cried while pulling him into a tight hug and not wanting to let go.

After he explained, I dip my head and he catches my lips in a deep kiss that tilts his head to meet me. He presses his mouth against mine in a passionate kiss. His eyes meet mine as he parts his lips and whisper "I'm sorry...y/n, I love you." When my mouth parts with his, it feels as though he punched a hole straight through my chest and makes a fist around my heart. It hurts, it's terrifying, I want this kiss to last for an eternity. "I love you too jake..." Sadly the kiss would never last forever. Jake started grimacing in pain while clenching his stomach. He was about to pass out. The nurses and doctors pulled me away from Jake and started doing medical procedures. Jake's body was about to shut down. The heart rate machine went from going up and down to ending in a straight line with a long beep sound, signalling the death of Jake. "Noo..." I cried as I kneeled on the ground weakly. If only I knew about this sooner...I would have been able to spend more time with him and care for him.

I was overwhelmed with a range of emotions sadness, loss and regret. I was reminded with of the wonderful moments we had shared together. The wonderful life we could have had if not for his illness. Despite the pain and regret I felt, i am grateful for the memories we have and will hold on to the love we shared.

Y'alls I'm still a new writer 😅 I really appreciate likes and reblogs 🥰🥰🥰

[mommyymunson]

The reigns of Control (E.M smut)

Thank you guys for all the love on my last smut-one shot for big boy handsome himself, if you guys like this one please let me know and if you wanna read my actual fanfic for Eddie- big dick- Munson, it’s under my profile, thank you so much!

Warnings: 18+ only, minors stay away or I will call your grandparents and tell them how big a disappointment you are, daddy/mommy kink, p in v, sub! Eddie, dom! Reader, handcuffs, cum eating

Today was a pretty bad day for Eddie. His alarm clock hadn't woken him up, so he was a half an hour late for his shift at the mechanics. To top it all off, you had tried shaking him awake for multiple minutes since you didn't want him to get in trouble at work. Going to tremendous lengths to wake him from his slumber: smacking his head with a pillow, yelling his name next to his ear, even took some cold water and dabbed it on any open skin you could find; but nothing worked. He'd just roll over to his other side or grumble at you.

When he finally did manage to awaken, he scrambled out of the sheets and threw any basic clothes he could find on his bedroom floor that didn't smell. 

"Babe! Why didn't you wake me up?! You knew I had to be awake half an hour ago!" he barked at you, looking at you with so much anger that you swore you could see his irises glowing red and steam blowing out his ears. 

"I tried! I've been trying for the last twenty minutes since the alarm woke ME up! Why are you yelling at me when I did the best I could?" You could feel your own anger boiling but it was nothing compared to the hurt of having your best friend, your boyfriend blame you for something you had no control over. All he did was swear under his breath as he grabbed his favorite leather jacket and walked out the door, slamming it shut behind him. He was only in the house for a minute longer, assumingely grabbing a small breakfast from the kitchen before the echo of the front door slamming was all you were left with. Not even a good-bye kiss. 

It wasn't so bad that you'd cry, but you were definitely wounded by the sudden argument. All you could do was pull the covers over your body, laying in Eddie's residual body heat and overthink about the short but impactful conversation; until eventually falling back asleep. 

Eddie was having a REALLY bad day. He managed to spill half of his coffee the second he sat down at work, had to deal with shitty customers and still present a friendly, understanding demeanor, and most of the cars he worked on were all major hassles. The worst part of it though was after his anger subsided from the rude awakening, his guilt for yelling at you like that was immense. All he could picture in the back of his mind was your anguished, puppy dog eyes staring at him. The simple image made his heart throb with regret and he spent the rest of his shift thinking of ways he could make it up to you. 

But you had your own plans to make him pay. When you woke back up, you did your usual chores around the trailer and when it hit three o'clock, the time Eddie's shift ended, you searched through your shared closet for your best lingerie. A black, lacy bra with white crosses stitched into each cup and a matching black thong that had a small cross etched in the front part of the waistband. You threw on one of Eddie's favorite oversized band shirts and thigh high socks, grabbed a book that you've been recently into and set the scene. Laying on your stomach, reading with your calves crossed; giving him a perfect view of who he messed with. Only ten minutes passed before you heard the front door quietly open and shut. Sounds of items being put down and heavy footsteps getting closer and closer to our bedroom door, show time. 

"Baby? You in here?" 

As the old door creaked open, you didn't move a muscle. Continuing to read your book and not acknowledging his presence in the slightest. Even under his breath, you could hear the small groan he let fall from those sinful lips. He was only getting glimpses of the forbidden fruit he craved so badly right now. He trudged over to the side of the bed before kneeling next to you. 

"I'm sorry sweet thing, I know you're probably upset at me because of this morning right? I shouldn't have gotten upset like that when you we're doing all you could. Please, don't be mad at me princess, what can I do to make it better?" 

His fingertips began gliding across the velvet skin of your plump thighs, trying to coax you into letting him win; and while his begging was truly erotic, you weren't giving in that easily. You simply turned over onto your side, back to him and carried on with the written word. He sighed and using his hands, lifted himself back upright with his knees. 

"Guess I have to show just how sorry I am, pumpkin." 

Now you were truly curious on what he had up his sleeve, so when he started rummaging through the drawers in his closet, you couldn't help your eyes as they drifted from your current page to him. The second you laid eyes on him, you knew exactly what drawer he was going through. 

The toy drawer. 

You felt the dam start to overflow between your thighs as you thought of all the possible ways he was going to pleasure you, to work for your forgiveness. So when he came striding back over with a blindfold and cuffs, you'd already started inching your body closer to the bedframe, your book long forgotten about. 

"Not this time sweetheart, it's my turn.” He gently placed the items into your feeble hands and asked you to move over, which you did with a dumbstruck look across your face. Then he quickly shedded his jacket and tossed it across the room, found a comfortable spot in the middle of the bed and raised his arms above his head; and that was when it finally dawned on you. He was giving You the control! 

"To show just how sorry I am, Baby; I'm giving you the reigns to do whatever you want to me. Mark me, edge me, whatever you want." His eyes kept yours locked, his brown irises already oozing with lust. His mouth already panting from being so pent up, and his cheeks dusted with a small tinge of pink. You couldn't believe it, Eddie almost never gave up control, always wanting to handle the scenario in bed and you loved it like that. But the thought of doing whatever you wanted to him always made your mouth water in excitement, and your mouth wasn't the only place that would get exceedingly wet. Fuck the previous plan, this was a way better idea. 

Taking his large hand in your tiny ones, you looped it through the bars of the bed frame and cusped the handcuff around his wrist as tight as it could be while being comfortable; then did the same to the other. You were going to put the blindfold on but you had a much better idea in mind. You wanted him to see everything for now. 

Once you made sure the cuffs were properly in place, you looked him dead in the eye and made your tone of voice serious, though it wouldn't last long. 

"I know this isn't usually my thing to say but...you remember your colors?" 

"Of course, Sweetheart," he smirked, mischief shining through his eyes, "Green for good to go, yellow for slow down, and red for stop. Though I have no plans on being any other color than green. Let's see how good of a dom you are, whore.”

Even now, he thought he still held all the power in these positions, but you were going to whip that smug smile off his face. Getting off from the bed, you realize there's one toy Eddie forgot to grab before. Looking through the drawer, you quickly found the perfect revenge you were looking for. A large, girthy, pink standup dildo that resembled Eddie's member quite well. You sauntered your way back over to him, and the second he saw what you were holding; god you wish you could take a picture and keep it forever. His eyes shot up so far his eyelashes were touching his eyebrows, and his mouth agape.

When you reached him again, you straddled his pelvis; his dick already so hard that it would be easy to grind up against it, but you weren't that nice. Tearing off the clothes that adorned his beautifully sculpted chest, you ran your fingernails down his pale, inked skin. His voice squeaking out a grunt even though this was the most you were gonna give him for now. As teasingly as possible, you started to remove Eddie's shirt that decorated your perfect set of tits. Showing off your thick thighs, your clothed pussy that was already starting to form a wet spot, and once the shirt was thrown across the room, your perky breasts that bounced from the movement. Eddie was breathless, no matter how many times he's seen your body, it stills makes him unbelievably hard. Unclasping your bra, your tits fell and his eyes couldn't stop staring. He began wiggling to get free, just for one taste, but he was stuck. You just simply smirked down at him, the power difference now clear to him. Taking the dildo, you placed it onto his torso and lifted your hips over it. Tugging your panties to the side to reveal your dripping pussy, you lined up the head before glancing back up at him.

“Color?”

"G-green, green, baby; lemme see you fuck yourself sweet thing, please. I wanna see that pretty pussy do things I normally can't for myself. I'm gonna cum just from watching, fuck." 

He was rambling, which means it was working. Giving him what he wants, you slowly lowered yourself down onto the large girth, feeling the immediate stretch that made you throw your head back and moan lowly. Your moan was nothing compared to Eddie's though, his eyes threatening to roll back but not wanting to miss a second of it. He was a pussy drunk mess without you even doing anything yet. 

Steadily rising, you immediately slammed back down; the dildo's head kissing that sweet spot so deep inside. While it felt amazing, you were also making a show out of it. Starting to play with your nipples, pinching and twisting them; getting impossibly wetter just watching Eddie's reactions. 

"Fuck baby, you're so sexy...I should’ve given you control ages ago; but I might actually cum in my pants. Please let me touch you, please princess, I c-can't." He was harshly tugging on the cuffs, almost on the break of crying; and even though it seemed mean, seeing him like this made you go crazy. Bouncing up and down, the dick's fake veins and curves just kept going deeper and deeper, making you scream louder and louder. 

"C-color baby?" 

"Green...I'm okay I just wish I was inside you right now, making you feel good." 

You smirked, unable to hold back the pride of making him act like this any longer, "Then don't..fuck... don't yell at me and I won't have to punish you, handsome." 

He whined and that almost put you over the edge right there. His scrunched up, sweaty face begged for pleasure, for release. It was so hot, you couldn't get enough of it. An unimaginable high from getting the man that always made you act like this, to seeing him whimper beneath you. Just wishing for anything I'd be willing to throw his way. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck it feels so good, love seeing you so submissive, daddy." You sobbed, bobbing along the groves of the huge dildo. You were getting closer by the second, his panting breaths and his desperate attempts at getting any friction from thrusting into the air doing it to you. 

"Are you gonna be a g-good boy for me?" His head finally rolled back, eyes shut as he moaned louder than he has the entire time. So he likes that, huh? 

"What? You wanna be my good boy? You wanna please me?" 

Furiously nodding his head, you decided to go a little easy on him since he was taking this so well. Placing a delicate hand on his hard on, through his jeans you started palming him. 

"Go ahead, then. Hump my hand and make yourself cum in your pants. You said you wanted to please me, and that would be quite enjoyable for me." You gave him a smug smirk, partial payback for all the times he looked at you like that when you were sobbing on his huge cock. His teary eyes widened and without being told twice, started hopelessly thrusting up into your hand. 

"Well? Aren't you gonna say 'thank you' for being so forgiving?" Rolling your hips, you were right at the peak; you just needed that one finally push. 

"THANK YOU, thank you so much, fuck...shit thank you M-mommy!" The second that two syllable word left his delicious mouth, you were cumming so hard you saw stars. Within the same few seconds your pussy gushed out your climax, you could feel your palm become soaked and Eddie's voice echoed from his moan. 

You both took a second to calm your breathing, vision slowly starting to come back as you slowly lifted yourself up; the spilling of any cum that didn't already come out now starting to drip onto his panting chest. You gathered some of it onto your fingers and held them in front of Eddie's lips, waiting for him to realize, be a good boy, and lick them clean. Once he found the strength to open his eyes and register the gift you were presenting him, he slowly sucked your two digits into his mouth and licked off every last morsel of ecstasy left. 

"So...do you forgive me?" His puppy dog eyes stared at you in hopes of the answer he wanted, you just smiled and leaned down to kiss him. Just a quick peck before you were grabbing the handcuff key he left in the bedside drawer and unlocking him. 

"I guess I can find it in my heart to forgive you." Your smile got wider with your silliness as he just chuckled, stretching out his arms and without warning, shoving your weak body down onto the bed. Before you could even question what was happening, you heard the click of the cuffs being linked around your  wrists. 

"Good...cause now it's your turn, and it's gonna be a long night for you...Mommy." 

[meldyfrogs]

Gin rummy x Sweet Black girl reader!

So. This is my first time EVER writing on tumblr. I’m excited!

I haven’t seen ANY tumblr’s of Gin Rummy and I LOVE him. Idk why. But this may be bad. But tell me some things and I promise I’ll get better!

TW: Gunshot, guns, foul language, mention of death, gunshot wound, and children being traumatized.

Not smut, but definitely not fluff.

Gin rummy, your boyfriend. One of the best boyfriends you could ask for, he acts all hard in front of people but he is such a softie for you and only you. Whenever your in his presence he melts, and he’s a lot nicer. He listens to you, like a dog.

"Mornin’ Rummy. You woke up a bit late so I’m cooking breakfast today. Anything specific you want?" You asked him will putting the bacon in the oven.

"Mmm.. Pancakes." He said in his groggy voice that gave you butterflies. "Uh-uh. No pancakes, you always put way too much Suva’ and you end up all over the place. How about sausage instead?"

"Mm." Was all he said as he sunk back into your neck and taking in your sweet natural smell.

Knock! Knock!

"You get that Rummy?" He nodded his head and rubbed his eyes to wake himself up before opening the door.

"Oh snap! Ed Wuncler the third." Ed? The hell is he doing here?

"My man, Gin Rummy. What’s good baby?"

"It’s all good man, just about to eat breakfast. Come on in."

"I know dat smell from a mile of damn way! Y/n yo ass in here!?" Sometimes Ed annoyed you but most of the time he was cool.

"What’s good Ed." You sapped him up. "Kids..? Since when did you have children?" You asked tilting your head to look at a boy with an Afro and another boy with cornrows."

"Man do I look like I got kids!? These little motherfuckers need some help finding a killer or sum shit." You nodded your head as Ed walked away to talk to Rummy. You decided to talk to them.

"Hey boys, what’s your names?" You got down to their level and gave them a small smile.

"Huey."

"Riley, AKA young reezy."

"Nice to meet you Huey, and young Reezy. Would you boy like some breakfast? It’s Eggs, Bacon, and sausage. And if not theirs English muffins and some peach jelly."

The boys shook their head no at the same. You were so nice to them and your smile was so bright and filled with nothing but care just from seeing two boys you didn’t even know.

You set up plates for Ed and Rummy as the boys and Ed were talking.

"Look, we have exactly 4 hours and 45 minutes to find the X-Bic killer. Can you help us do it?" You heard Huey say as you sit a plate of food down in front of Ed.

"I’ll be dead on his ass Like Spenser: For rucking Hire. I’ll hunt him down and feed him his own testicles, and, I’ll do it in a jiffy. And I don’t care if his momma there his grandmama, innocent bystanders, Lilly kids, babysitters, bill collectors, whatever. I’ll leave his whole block filled with hot brass if I have to. And you know why? Because I just don’t t give a fuck!"

You sighed and looked at him "Try not to get so upset. Eat your food so you don’t go out on an empty stomach, ok?" You have another one of those sweet passion filled smiles to him that made his stomach do front lips and somersaults.

"Yeah- I’m just- sorry." You smiled and gave an apologetic look to the boys. So decent for someone like him.

In the car.

You sat in between Huey and Riley while you watched Rummy load his gun.

"So y’all was in Iraq together?" Riley asked rummy.

"Yeah, we was in Iraq." Rummy said back.

"What did y’all do?"

"We was looking for weapons of mass destruction."

"…Did you ever find ‘em?"

"You know god damn well we ain’t find ‘em!" He yelled at Riley. You need to keep him in check.

"Rummy, chill. He’s a kid ok. Remember what we talked about. Kids ask questions."

He sighed and shut his mouth. "I was looking for butches but they had carpet shut all over ‘em, and I couldn’t see what they looked like. All that was really exposed was their eyes and that wasn’t enough for me. Cuz you know, I’m looking at they eyes and they eyes be pretty and I take their carpet off and then I get a whole tragedy." Ed said.

And then rummy spoke again. "Well no, we didn’t fine ‘em but I always say "The absence of evidence is not the evidence of absence."

"What?" Huey said.

You sighed and tried explaining yourself. "What he means is, simply because you don’t have evidence that something does exist doesnt mean you have evidence something doesn’t exist."

"What?" Riley said

"What country you from?" Rummy spoke.

“What?" Riley said the same thing, again.

"What ain’t no country I heard of, they speak English in what?"

"What?"

"English motherfucker do you speak it!?" Rummy screamed in the kids face.

"Yeah.."

"So do you understand the words I’m saying to you!?"

"Y-yeah."

"Rummy please, you’re scaring him." You chimed in ad you put your hand on Riley’s shoulder.

"You ok Riley?” You said to him and he just looked at you.

"… What?"

You sighed.

At the store.

"Aye! Slow your role G! You guys have to pay first!" The cashier said as you looked in your purse for your wallet.

“Damn! Chill out Aladdin Hussein! You know I’m good for it!"

Rummy put his hand your arm to stop you from getting your wallet out of your purse. You looked up at him, confused. He might pay for it.

….

"Look! He got a weapon!" Ed yelled when he saw the cop.

"Hold on! Wait a minute put the gun down!" You saw Rummy play along.

You stepped back from them and up to the children standing in front of them. You obviously weren’t their mother but it was instinct.

After yelling from across the room you heard Huey from behind you. "There is no weapon! They’re robbing the store!" You did t say anything, you didn’t want rummy to go to prison but you also did t wanna get in trouble so you did t say anything.

You watched them all scream at each other as you made sure those kids stayed tight behind you and you closed your eyes as they all argued.

Untill you heard gunshots. You moved as quick as lightning picking up Huey and Riley and setting them behind an isle in the gas station making them stay down.

You loooked past the isle and saw rummy getting blown across the counter and Ed running around. "Rummy! Both of you stay here!" You ran out from the isle to get to your boyfridnyou were so close.

You fell on your stomach. "… God, it’s so warm, like… water on my stomach. It’s so warm… and gooey… and red… and red. It’s fucking red. I just got fucking shot!

Soon the warmth stopped as you held your stomach while screaming in pain.

“Shit shit shit! Cmon- we gotta- we gotta call the ambulance!" You heard rummy yell to ed as you layed on the floor untill feeling him scoop you up and bring you behind a counter.

"Man is you crazy!? We cal the ambulance we gon’ be in trouble too!" Ed yelled back to him.

"You’ll- you’ll be fine- God- fuck! He put his hand on your stomach and pressed on it as you breathed heavily. Everything went black.

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You woke up in the hospital to hear light snoring on your lap and you saw rummy, Huey, and Riley all asleep on your hospital bed. Ed was on the couch.

You ran your hands on Rummy’s hair. And he slowly woke up. “You’re awake.” He said to you. “I can see that.” You said back smiling. “How the hell are you still smiling? You just got shot baby. And you’re smiling?"he asked as he held your hand. "Just because I’m smiling doesn’t mean I’m happy about what happened. I’m just happy we all got out alive and no one died.” He sighed and put his head back on your lap.

“Were the boys ok?” You asked you wondere how Huey and Riley felt. Their just kids seeing all of this. “Huey was giving me a whole lecture about it like he a teacher and Riley thought you were gonna die.” He said looking at them.

“Good thing you didn’t, right?”

“Right.”

[your-favourite-space-girl]

Transformers Bayverse Movie pt.1(inspired by my dream)

!This series will not be continued anymore!

Introduction

Note: please read the introduction first before reading this part or any other part. Because there are characters from different transformers shows including Y/N in this series. And there might also be some ships/relationships you don't like. So please read the introduction first

Keywords: Y/N-your name, N/N- nickname

Today was a Saturday which ment i get too sleep in. But sadly my alarm won't let me do that.

I slowly woke up from the sounds of my alarm. I was about to turn it off but my golden retriever came running into my room while barking. It's clear he's/she's hungry

I stood up and went downstairs to get me and my golden retriever some breakfast.

I grabbed my bowl and poured C/C and milk on it and i poured dog food on my golden retrievers bowl

As i was eating breakfast. I got a knock on the door.

I stood up and opened the door. It was Charlie, Miko, and Noah

"Rise and Shine N/N!!" Miko said happily while going inside my house and taking a seat on the living room couch

"Hello to you too Miko" Y/N said while watching Miko go inside her home before looking back at the two people outside "So, are you guys gonna come in? Or..."

"thanks. By the way, Miko brought Bulkhead, Noah brought Mirage, and I brought Bumblebee here and their all looking for your boyfriend Optimus" Charlie says as she goes inside and takes a seat next to Miko while Noah goes to the bathroom

Y/N sighed and looked outside only to see a green Lamborghini LM002, a yellow 1977 Chevrolet Camaro, and a blue and sliver Porsche 911 Carrera RS 3.8 parked in my driveway

I made my way to the garage where my boyfriend Optimus is parked in his alt mode

"Morning Optimus" I greeted as I gently ran my fingers crossed the car door before opening the garage door for the three cars outside as the three cars went inside the garage

They all transformed out of their alt mode and into their bot mode(?) including Optimus

"Greetings Bulkhead, Bumblebee, and Mirage, i am pleased with this visit but may i ask why are you guys here?" Optimus asks

"I was just out patrolling with Bulkhead and i got a Decepticon attack somewhere, but i can't find it" Mirage replied

"Hmm i see" Optimus says. He was about to say something else but Mirage inturpted him

"Look, this great and all. But i suggest we move somewhere bigger, unless you want Y/N's garage to get recked" Mirage says as he tries to hide the accidental smashed Flash light

"Hey! I can't help it. I got long ass legs" Mirage says in a defensive manner as he hides the broken flashlight under a table

Before anyone could answer. Bumblebee started looking under tables, at the corners, and shelves

"Uh, Hey Bee. Are you looking for something?" Bulkhead asks as Bumblebee looks at him trying to find the right song lyric to answer. But before Bumblebee could play it, Charlie came in. Bumblebee looks at his girlfriend with happy widen eyes as Bumblebee gently carries Charlie in a way of hugging her. He was looking for Charlie

Time skip: they moved locations because Mirage complained and accidentally broke stuff

As they were in the HQ. They got an alert saying a Decepticon broke in

"Uhh Mirage? What's going on.." Noah ask sounding nervous

"Oh uhm.. It's just a Decepticon attack I'm sure everything will be fine" Mirage answers. Charlie gives Bumblebee a soft peck on servo before going somewhere to check stuff out "uhh hey Noah how about you go with Charlie" Mirage suggested as Noah nods and follows Charlie. Y/N was also about to follow but the lights went off

"uhm... What the hell is happening?" Y/N says as Miko shrugs

"Maybe, it's part of the Deception attack, maybe a decoy. Stay where you are" Optimus says as he gently picks up Y/N and sits her down on his shoulder

After a couple of minutes nothing is happening, their just standing there in the dark. But Bumblebee seems to be scared, not for him, but for Charlie and Noah knowing their somewhere in this building in the dark

Mirage was about to say something but they heard scraping noises, claw marks scraping on the walls to be exact. The scraping got closer, and closer, and closer.