#it was getting long... so there's a lot missing

[yukioos]

what love languages do you think izuku, bakugo, shoto, shinso, neito, touya, keigo, and tenya give and would want to receive from their special someone? ♥︎♥︎♥︎

what love languages he would give and like to receive

featuring izuku, katsuki, shoto, eijiro, denki, hitoshi, neito, toya, keigo, tenya

izuku midoriya

izuku shows his love in so many different ways, as in all of the love languages. he can’t keep his expressions to a minimum, he can’t help but show his love to you in every way! you’ll get compliments, gifts, hugs, favors, and time with him every day!

he doesn’t care much about how you express your love either. all he knows is that however you show your love, is a representation of it. he does prefer receiving physical touch though, as it makes him feel so needed and comfortable in your arms.

katsuki bakugo

katsuki shows his love with words of affirmation. he tells you you’re doing great, you’re improving on something, and that you look good in a certain outfit. it comes naturally to him, so he doesn’t always consider it flirting. he just loves you, and also gives acts of service. if you can’t reach something, he’s right behind you, and he’ll reach up and grab what you want and put it in your hands. he’s natural with it.

he loves to receive words of affirmation as well. he knows he’s amazing at almost everything, and he hears it on a daily basis, but it’s different when it comes from you. you make katsuki more flustered, and he also likes physical touch. when you hold onto his bicep in public rather than his hand, it makes him feel protective and so loved.

shoto todoroki

shoto sometimes struggles to show his love to you because he never saw it when he was a child. he gives you gifts because he has enough money, and most things remind him of you. when he goes on long missions across the country with his dad, he brings back souvenirs for you.

he likes to receive quality time because he just wants to be in your space, not necessarily talking. one of you could be doing homework and the other could be sleeping, but at least you’re in the same room. he craves silence sometimes and knows that actions are enough. shoto loves it when you praise him, as he didn’t receive much as a child, your words make up for what he missed.

eijiro kirishima

eijiro shows his love in so many different ways! he loves having his hands on your body, whether it’s guiding you with a hand on your back or an arm wrapped around your shoulder. he showers you with compliments every day, and loves just being in the same room with you. he loves cuddling with you in silence, sleeping together seems so intimate to him. he gives you gifts when he’s reminded of you, even if it’s a little trinket he sees from a stand. eijiro does so much for you, carrying stuff for you because he wants to make things easier, although he knows you can handle things yourself, and to show off his strength.

he loves receiving words of affirmation from you. sometimes, he still thinks he’s weak and that he could have done a lot more to save people from death or even from being hurt. your words make him feel better. when you run your hands along his scars or give him a hug, it makes him feel like his scars aren’t a reminder of how weak he is, but rather how strong he is.

denki kaminari

denki shows his love to you with words of affirmation and half of the time, he doesn’t even realize it. he can’t help but compliment you on how pretty you are, or how cool your style is.

he likes receiving physical touch, feeling your arms wrapped around his waist or neck makes him feel so warm and loved. he can’t help but have a soft, genuine smile on his face when he’s with you.

hitoshi shinso

hitoshi is quiet except when he becomes closer to someone, like you. he shows his love by acts of service and gifts, always texting you ‘this reminds me of you’ maybe it was a plant you were wishing for, and suddenly it was in your dorm the next day. when you’re thirsty but comfortable in bed, he walks down to the common area to get a glass of water for you.

he likes to receive quality time because he isn’t much of a talker, but rather a listener. he’s willing to stay silent and respond sometimes while you yap, it’s just something he enjoys. he loves hearing you speak about your day, whether it’s good or bad.

neito monoma

neito gives quality time. he feels like being able to be silent around each other with not much interaction is such an intimate thing. he’s alright with physical touch but it’s not his go-to way of showing you he loves with.

he loves receiving words of affirmation because it feeds his ego, and it makes him feel different when you compliment him, rather than a teacher.

toya todoroki

toya absolutely sucks at expressing his feelings, so sometimes he does it in unhealthy ways. he’s willing to kill for you, so he gives acts of service. he’ll also bring you stuff without you asking if you’re sick or simply not feeling well. if he sees you improving for something, he’ll give you a subtle compliment, so words of affirmation as well.

he wasn’t highly praised as a child when shoto came along, and he was always trying to be the best. toya loves to receive words of affirmation because it makes him feel cared for and as if he matters. it makes him feel like he’s progressed in life.

keigo takami

keigo is probably the touchiest motherfucker on earth. he almost always has his hands on you, so he gives physical touch often. if you don’t like physical touch, he’ll shower you with gifts. he’s rich, after all!

as a hero, he hears praise from people all the time, telling him he’s handsome, powerful, polite, etc. he loves receiving words of affirmation from you because he sometimes falls into an unhealthy headspace if he can’t save someone. he also loves to randomly be hugged from behind or holding hands, so he likes physical touch as well.

tenya iida

tenya doesn’t always know how to show his love to you, but researches the best ways how to. he likes acts of service like helping you out on homework or studying with you for tests, so also quality time. he just loves to do things together.

he likes receiving words of affirmation so he knows he’s doing something right. sometimes he has to double-check or look to you for reassurance, though he won’t say it. he just likes to know if he needs to correct his behavior, and if you like the way he’s doing something. he won’t change it.

sorry i haven’t written this ask quickly. i have been replying to singular characters in an ask rather than multiple because this takes more time. i hope you enjoy, this is just how i personally perceive the characters. all of these are just my opinions

[redrosydiaz]

so oliver said it would be cool to check in on sperm donor baby and see if theres anything to explore there and i have NOT stopped rotating this inside my mind like a rotisserie chicken

just — i think it really could be SUCH a fun thing to revisit, later down the line, after buddie have gotten together and have settled a bit more. like it could be a really great catalyst for a "do we want more kids" kind of conversation.

like, they run into connor and kameron and sperm donor baby, who's really more like sperm donor toddler now, and it's maybe a little bit of an awkward encounter, bc none of the adults ever thought this would happen. like, after the baby was born they kind of went their separate ways, and idk maybe buck and connor still talk every so often, but its not regular and its never really anything deeper than a surface level catch up. theyre not exchanging christmas cards or anything. so, this is, really, the first time buck has seen the kid since he was born.

and it DOES kick up feelings in buck, but— not the expected ones that would come from seeing the kid that is half you but not yours. instead, it just stirs up that yearning that's always existed within buck, the yearning for a family, for a baby of his own. and — he's already got the first part. a family. he has that with eddie and christopher and he loves it, he loves their little family so so much. its absolutely perfect to him. but.... the idea of a baby.... he's always wanted one. he's always wanted to be a dad. to do the whole thing, from start to, well, forever. and he has christopher and he loves christopher but he also missed out on christopher's baby years, for obvious reasons. but he WANTS to experience that!! so bad!! and the idea of getting to do that with eddie.... it's a good one. its a good idea.

but its also a scary idea. because, buck knows eddie, he knows him better than he knows himself sometimes, but this? this isn't something he knows about eddie. he doesn't actually know if having more kids is something eddie wants. and he's maybe a little scared of what that kind of conversation could do to their relationship. because.... if theyre NOT on the same page about it.... well.

so he just. sits on it. doesn't bring it up. but of course eddie can tell that something is up, that buck has something on his mind. something he wants to talk about but isn't talking about yet. and so he does what he always does — he doesn't press right away. he gives buck the time and the space to decide when and how he wants to bring it up to eddie, whatever it is. except buck's fairly predictable in the sense that eddie can usually guess when buck will finally crack and start that long awaited conversation with him. but buck doesnt do that this time. he holds onto it still.

so eddie does press, and eventually buck does spill, and The Question comes up: would you ever want more kids?

and i think it would make for a deeeelicious storyline to have them NOT exactly on the same page, but also not not on the same page, yknow? just like — its not really something eddie has ever considered (aside from the baby scare with shannon all those years ago). it's just not something thats come up, like his other relationships never got to the baby conversation level and, frankly, he's had a whole lot of other Way More Pressing things to deal with to be sitting around contemplating a potential future second baby lol.

but then buck obviously HAS put some thought into it and it IS something he wants — has been for a long time, really — and so when The Question comes up and eddie's first response isn't an overwhelming yes, but is this hesitant, guarded well i don't know — buck's brain immediately starts to catastrophize. because an "i dont know" isn't a yes, and not a yes is a now a nonzero chance of no, which is a scary thought!! because this is buck's forever relationship!! and he doesnt want it to crumble apart over this!! and so he panics and hes trying to give eddie space to think about his answer, but that means that now instead of it being an open conversation, theyre both kind of stewing in their own thoughts and feelings and panics and fears about it and about what the other is thinking.

and for eddie — i think when he does think about it it's not something he is oppposed to, but he would initially approach it with a lot of hesitance and in a very guarded way bc his first instinct would be to think of all the ways hes fucked up with christopher and how terrified he would be to repeat that. of course, once he got past that intial reaction and like actually really thought about it (and went to bobby for advice about it!!) he would realize that these arent the same situations. he's older now, and he's more settled, and he's got a good partner in this — someone he feels supported by and someone he makes feel supported too! this isn't the same as it was fifteen, sixteen, seventeen years ago. the circumstances are completely different. and i think once he got over that mental block, of thinking it would be exactly like the first time, he would be — well, he'd still be a little terrified bc who ISNT a little terrified of having a baby, but he'd also be breathlessly exhilarated about it because. he loves being a dad!! he LOVES being a dad!!! and the idea of doing it again, WITH BUCK? theres nothing he wants more, actually!!!

meanwhile buck is trying to reconcile with what his answer would be to the question what do i want more? a baby or eddie? which one can i live without, which one can i not? and he would have to grapple with and ultimately make a decision to potentially give up one of those dreams. (he would, after deep thought and consideration, and ALSO a conversation with bobby, decide that he cannot live without eddie. he would choose eddie.)

and then when the two of them FINALLY come back together to have a conversation about this, buck would hit eddie with the i'm willing to give up this dream for you. because i love you, so much, and i love our family, and i want to grow it, i want more with you, i always want more with you, but if you dont then i'll be okay with that too, because our family is also perfect the way it is. and eddie is like buck and then he grabs both of buck's hands and he's like buck you dont have to make that choice and buck is like eddie yes i do, yes i do and buck is still obviously in distress bc like he made the decision and he isn't changing his mind he wouldn't but that doesn't mean letting go of the other dream wasnt hard. wasn't devastating too. so buck's like doing his best to not let that show but it's still bleeding through but eddie just takes his hands and his face is splitting into a smile bc he just cant help it he feels so joyous and so buoyant like hes walking on air and he tells buck you don't have to make that choice bc there isn't a choice. you can have both buck. and bucks like what... wait.... eddie are you saying.... and eddie nods and now BUCK is breaking out into a smile and hes got tears in his eyes and hes like eddie, oh my god we— we're going— and eddie finishes it for him, we're going to have a baby.

BUT JUST — the two of them having this conflict that isn't ACTUALLY a conflict at the core of it, because they ARE ultimately on the same page, but it takes some Work for them to get there and it makes them look at themselves and each other and their relationship in this whole new light, and it just proves how strong their partnership already is, how much love and also RESPECT there is between them, bc they dont just try to like convince the other to change their mind but they look INWARD and try to see if and how they can reframe their own points of view. and the whole thing just makes them even stronger together for it.

AND THEN THATS HOW WE GET GIRLDADS BUDDIE AND BIG BROTHER CHRISTOPHER <33

[woniesss]

ON YOUR OWN - jake had been craving you for years, and recently his head has been filling with pictures of you...on his bed...on the beach...maybe he could just do it on his own...while looking at you!

CONTAINS - non!idoljake x female reader - GENRE - friends to lovers

MDNI - SMUT : swearing, unprotected sex (p in v), fingering, lots of kissing, pet names (baby, jakey), slight overstimulation, creampie, masturbation (m. receiving), does this count as slight public?? i mean they all be hearing this, dirty talk, titty play. i believe that is it, if i've missed anything please let me know!!

is this too long for a first fic?? i got a bit dedicated

a/n : hii!! this is my first time ever writing content on tumblr and on enhypen so if it's terrible please ignore itt! any feedback would be so great and i should hopefully be doing an introduction on my page soon so feel free to ask me any questions and i'll try to respond to them!

jake could not stop watching you. how dare you talk to jay over him? maybe he shouldn't have offered to bring you to meet his new college friends, because you'd spent the entire time talking to them, talking to him. what made jay so special? was it the fact he played guitar? jake would learn it for you. was it his casual but fancy clothes? jake would wear whatever you told him to.

the longer jake stared the more his frustration grew, the way your smile reached your eyes at jay's awfully cringe jokes made him clutch the glass in his hand harder. his head tilted back to rest on the sofa, his soft lips forming a pout as your attention shifts from jay to sunghoon, who had now sat on the other side of you.

but you weren't stupid, anyone could feel the heat from jake's gaze. and even though you thought you'd be strong enough to resist after years of being close friends, you couldn't stop yourself from turning towards the flame. his soft pout and puppy-dog eyes caused you to melt slightly, getting lost in him rather than the conversation sunghoon was attempting to have between you, him and jay. that was until jay stood up and started to walk towards the hallway.

"get ready, everyone else is already at the beach so we should head off soon."

you furrowed your eyebrows as you'd completely forgotten about the trip to the beach you had all planned out for when you got there. sunghoon shot up to go and get ready, your eyes following him before you felt the sofa dip again beside you.

arms curl around your waist as a head lays in the crook of your neck, snuggling slightly as you feel the warmth of his breath on your neck. it felt so normal, jake's nose nuzzling into the dip of your neck and collarbone, even more normal when your hand came up to thread through his hair. you guys had always been this close, barely ever separated at school, you had even planned to go to the same college next year, not only offering exactly what you wanted to do, but jake was there too. you guys would ignore the teasing, because at least you were comfortable with each other. as friends.

"should we go and get ready?"

you felt jake shake his head on your shoulder, "so tired, aren't you just so tired, don't you just want to come and lay down with me?"

you couldn't help but laugh at jake's attempt to get you to stay rather than going with the group to the beach.

"come on jakey, let's go get ready and we can spend the whole time laying down at the beach. you know i won't swim without you anyway."

he lifts his head from your shoulder, his face turning from a pout to a small smile, the one where he's simply just happy. the one he only ever gives to you. then he stands up, taking your hand and dragging you to his room, where your suitcase is. jake never bothered to make his room look appealing whenever you used to go to his house, so he definitely wasn't starting now. you smile at all the things in his room that make it his. and what you wish was yours too.

"you want me to head out while you change?"

you quickly shake your head as you unzip your suitcase, taking out the first two piece you could find along with a skirt to quickly throw on top.

"i'll just change in the bathroom, won't take long."

heading into the bathroom, you look back just as you go to close the door, catching a glimpse of jake taking his shirt off to swap to the tank top he'd laid on his bed. it wasn't like you hadn't seen jake shirtless before, but his back was just so wide and toned. the movement of his shoulders highlighted in the sunlight beaming into his bedroom. his changing physique from a scrawny teenage boy to muscles never failed to shock you, or draw you in. you feel your face flush as you finally shut the bathroom door, looking in the mirror at your now red face.

you couldn't understand why everything was feeling different with jake recently. you'd always denied having a crush on him at every opportunity you could get, but would liking him really be that bad? other than the intense fear of losing your closest friend, what did you have to lose?

changing as quickly as you could, you bring your clothes out of the bathroom and back into jake's room with you, throwing them onto your suitcase before sitting on the corner of jake's bed. your arms are thrown behind you, leaning back as you wait for jake to finish packing his bag next to you.

he turns to you, a light smile on his face as his eyes flicker around your face before slipping down quickly to look at your outfit. a skirt that wasn't long enough to hide your thighs from his gaze, bikini top hugging you perfectly, hair moved away from your shoulders showing him all of your chest. you being perched back, barely clothed on his bed...

jake's mind wandered no matter how hard he tried to stop it. all he had to do was move a few inches to the left and he'd be hovering over you. one tug at the strap of your bikini and he'd see what he'd been imagining for longer than he'd ever tell you. one pull at your skirt and the bottoms you wore underneath and he'd see something he'd rather drown in than go to the ocean. his teeth pulled sharply at his lip after a sharp inhale, his eyes moving back up to your face as your head tilted.

and his mind wandered again. but more to how much he wanted to kiss the little furrow of confusion away from your brows. how much he wanted to hold your face in his hands. to pull you down onto his bed and cuddle and sleep...and maybe more...damn you looked so good on his bed.

but jake couldn't let his mind go any further, standing up straight and closing his bag, holding his hand out for you to take so you guys could head off to the beach.

and the car ride wasn't any better.

you and jake were squished into the back as bags were piled onto the other seat, the trunk full with beach stuff. the feeling of your thigh pressed against jake's wasn't new but something about it drove him mad. the perfect press of your soft skin against his was something he couldn't take his eyes off. until he had to, when he felt the tickle of your hair against his shoulder after you rested your head there.

"you feeling tired, huh?"

"a little, maybe i should've taken you up on your offer, your bed was so comfy."

jake couldn't stop himself from pressing a gentle kiss on your hairline, his face flushing from the thoughts he had when you sat on his bed. his hand came over to rest gently on top of your hand, but you'd moved before he could, his hand landing on your thigh. yet neither of you moved away from the soft touch. a small squeeze from jake just to make sure you were comfortable with it, you snuggling impossibly closer to him.

god, jake just couldn't keep his eyes off of you, the way the sun beamed through the windows onto your face highlighting every feature he had memorised, his other hand began to reach up, caressing the side of your face softly before turning your head to face him. was this it?

your own eyes flickered across his face, his thick hair falling onto his forehead in that perfect way, his soft and deep brown eyes rushing all over your face, and his lips plush lips. then his soft grasp on your face turned into something more solid, a light tip to the corner of his lip changing the intention behind his eyes immediately as his eyes stayed on your lips. his beautiful nose brushed against yours, forcing your head to tilt to meet the direction he was moving to.

until the car lurched forward.

jay quickly pulling into the car park and pulling the hand break caused you and jake to awkwardly overlap from the proximity. his hand reached around your waist to pull you back into a sitting position rather than folded over, face moving round to check your face to see if you were ok. both of your faces were shades of the brightest pink, and being this close again did nothing to stop jake from going insane. the yank of his car door being opened by jay was the only thing stopping him from devouring you in the back seat.

while jay and sunghoon sprinted from the car to meet everyone else at the beach (leaving you and jake with all the stuff in the car), you offered to help jake carry the bags and lay out everything on the beach, which he refused. he laid the blanket flat on the sand, using the bags to weigh it down before pulling his tank top off and laying on his back.

his hands came down to push the band of his shorts lower on his hips, his v-line prominent, shadows below it from how defined it was. then, he pulled up the bottom of his shorts up to the tops of this thighs, his strong muscles on display. who in their right mind wouldn't stare? jake then moved his arms up to behind his head, resting back on them as he squinted up at you.

jesus, you were staring at him? he never thought he'd appreciate trying to bulk up as much as he did right now. he could feel his body as your eyes roamed everywhere, from the way his abs moved when he breathed to the way his legs would clench while he shuffled. he tightened his arms by his head, your eyes immediately moving to the flex before meeting his face.

jake's tongue darted out and wet his lips, deciding not to shy away from your gaze as your eyes met.

"come lay down with me...please?"

you remove your skirt, sitting next to him before reaching into his bag and pulling out sunscreen and holding it out for jake to take and help you. after taking the bottle from you hand, jake poured some into his hand before rubbing it into your back. starting softly at the top of your back, slowly moving down and pressing harder as he reached your waist. he pressed his fingers into your waist, making you lurch away from the tickling sensation before he grabbed you and pulled you back into him.

you didn't move away from him, his hands coming to wrap around you and hold you close. he reached over to grab the sunscreen again, before rubbing it in slowly on your arms, and your shoulders. then his hands came up to rub it slowly into your collarbones, his hands gliding down and accidentally catching your bikini, making your breath hitch.

while his hands rested on your stomach, your head leant back on his shoulder, watching the boys play about and push each other in the water. jake's thumb was brushing back and forth over your stomach before accidentally brushing the bottom of your breast. your breath hitched at the soft brush, leaning further into his body as the brushes continued.

jake's thoughts were racing again. what if right here on the beach he just glided his hands up higher, held your tits in his hands and palmed them while his friends were distracted? slipped one hand lower into your bottoms and brought you close. pulled your head to his and kissed you like there was nobody around, not caring if his friends saw him and teased him. the sight of your head moving out of the corner of his eyes stopped his train of thought.

your eyes darted around his face again, before stopping dead on his lips. you couldn't stop yourself from moving your head closer to his, feeling his eyes dart around your face as he bit his lip.

your moment is soon interrupted by the storming footsteps of jake's friends running up from the water to lay down. your heart raced like you've never been hugged by jake before. this was different though. he wasn't just hugging you, he was holding you, touching you and almost kissing you. and you've never wanted him more. the heat coming from his chest warmed you more than the sun did.

it made you nervous to be sleeping in the same bed as him later. the dark thoughts flooding your mind of being in the same bed that he did everything in. surely he hadn't been here long enough to touch himself yet. but the littlest thought of that made your breathing quicken. would he touch you with the same hand he touched himself with, or would he use the other so he could touch himself at the same time. god you just wanted to watch him. would he want that too?

as the sun started to set, you all moved towards the cars to head home. being in the sun all day should've worn you out but you were wide awake and flooded with thoughts of jake. some soft, like how he moved to hold your hand in the car again, but some darker, like how good that hand would feel all over your body.

after getting drinks and snacks, you and jake soon said goodnight to the boys and settled into his room. jake stuck on a random movie as you both laid back and got comfortable. despite your thoughts racing, you eased into sleep.

jake wished he could've fallen asleep that easily with you next to him, but the way the light bed sheets fell over your hips entranced him. the curve of your waist highlighted by the little moonlight coming through his window, hair falling away from your shoulder making the side of your neck show. he felt like a perv.

he reached his hand out to gently brush against your side, the soft murmur you let out causing a little groan to escape him. jake's head came to rest on your shoulder, before bringing his hand that wasn't brushing up and down your side to his groin. he'd never felt himself get this hard this fast before.

he reached into his pants and gripped himself as he moved back to look at you. his other hand now placed firmly on your waist before pushing the bedsheets down further to grip your hips. jake felt so wrong, but he couldn't help dragging his hand across his dick. he'd never been this sensitive, never been this desperate to get off. his movements quickened as the wet sounds of his pre-cum spreading over his dick filled the room.

the sound of you shifting made him pause, watching you move to lay on your front, still facing away from him, with your leg hiked up. the whine jake let out was pathetic as his hand started moving on himself again. his hips started to buck as he turned his face into his pillow to muffle the moans and whimpers he was shamelessly letting out.

struggling with this new position, jake pushed himself up onto his knees, tugging his pants down as his dick sprung up, the air causing him to shiver as his tip painted a little white streak on his abdomen.

he breached his hand behind him before he started pumping himself again. everything felt so new, never gotten this hard and desperate before, and never gotten so close this quickly before. his mouth opened wide, tongue breaching the edge of his mouth as his eyes racked up and down your body.

jake's eyes scrunched up his head was thrown back, letting out a loud moan that he was too far gone to worry about people hearing.

and because of this, he hadn't noticed you waking up and turning to face him. his long neck stretched with his thrown back head, his veiny arms leading down to his massive hand and thick fingers. thick fingers that were gripping his cock so hard his knuckles had turned white. your eyes traced his thighs supporting him before they move back up to his dripping tip. despite his strength, he looked so weak trembling and quivering above you.

it made you clench your thighs together as your slick drenched your panties. you hadn't realised just how hard you had been biting your lip until it started to ache from the pressure.

"j-jakey?"

his head snapped up to meet your gaze, but his rapid hand didn't stop. if anything it got faster.

"i-i'm so sorry baby- i couldn't-", he cut himself off with a moan, his head falling forward as his other hand came up to caress himself under his shirt, showing you a glimpse of his abs, "i'm so close baby just let me finish...please."

his desperation only caused you to become more aroused. where was the confident guy watching you like his final meal? here he was in front of you begging, on the verge of tears just for you to let him cum.

"you wanna cum while looking at me jakey, is that what it is?"

jake rapidly nodding his head, his other hand coming round to grip his balls as his eyes traced over your face before meeting your eyes and not wavering. his moans grew as his hand came up to muffle his cries as he came hard, spurts of hot white came and landed on his sheets next to you as you sat up.

quiet sobs came from jake as he shrunk into himself, "i'm so sorry baby, that was so filthy, i'm sorry..."

"no don't apologise jakey."

your hands came up to hold his face and move it upwards to look at you. jake's face was flushed bright red from the previous exertion and the fresh tears streaming down it. your eyes trailed from his big brown eyes to his bitten lips, unable to stop yourself from leaning in and smashing your lips against his.

the whimper he let out was disgraceful, both his hands now gripping your waist as he pushed you down onto his bed. his lips flush against yours as his hands rushed to tug on your pants.

"c-can i?"

you nodded your head as his hands pushed your pants and underwear down, leaning back to look at you open and exposed to him. a quick fuck was muttered before his arms move up to rush his shirt off, followed by his pants, leaving him completely naked in front of you. you followed, taking your shirt off and leaning back on your elbows as both of your eyes roamed each other's body.

"fuck, you're beautiful."

you grew flushed under his gaze and his admission. you stretched your arm out to him, hand open, and jake's head came down to lay in your hand as you pulled him back to your lips.

his hand glided up from your knees to the inside of your thigh, before his thumb parted your folds and brushed against your clit causing you to let out a soft moan into his mouth.

"jesus you're so wet baby, did you enjoy watching me get off that much?"

"like you can talk, you're the one cumming from watching me sle-"

you cut yourself off with a loud moan as jake moved his thumb away and replaces it with two fingers moving up and down your folds, smirking at himself. his two fingers then moved away from your clit and pressed against your clenching hole. your breathing stops as you jerk your hips into his hand, before his fingers slowly press into your core.

you immediately clench around his thick fingers, a breathy moan escaping from you as your hands come together to hold jake's arm. you tits pressed together, jake practically drooling at the sight before coming down to mouth at your chest. his fingers continued to pump into you while his mouth latches onto one of your nipples, sucking lightly as you whine out. one of your hands came up to grip his hair as his eyes flicked up to meet yours. you wetness began to pour out of you, dripping onto his hands as he began to scissor his fingers inside of you opening you up.

he curled his fingers inside you, brushing against your walls with his broad fingertips. his lips moved from one breast to the other, his other hand coming up to grip the one he just left slicked and sucked. his moved his lips to roam over your chest and collarbones as his fingers still moved rapidly inside of you, sucking and nipping to bruise your skin.

jake's thoughts were racing as your body reacted to him, feeling himself get just as hard as before, maybe even harder at how wet you were and the sounds you were letting out. the hot squelch of your pussy as his fingers filled you caused his hips to buck into nothing, wanting nothing more than to be filling you rather than his fingers but he wanted to make sure you were open enough for him. he didn't want to hurt you. not that his dick was massive, but it was bigger than average and thick, a perfect stretch for your tight pussy that he was currently trying to widen for him.

just as his thumb came up to press against your clit, you whined out at the overstimulation as your eyes roll back from you cumming, clenching tightly around his fingers. but jake doesn't stop.

"jake i- fuck! jake i already came!"

"i know baby but i gotta make sure your nice and open to take me."

jake finally moves away from sucking your tits and chest, leaving behind purpling marks that he'll be even prouder of tomorrow. you gasp as he pulls his fingers out of you, going to close your legs before his hand comes down to hold your thigh tightly.

"don't close 'em baby, you gotta let me in."

using his hand slicked up from your heat, jake pumps himself a few times before leaning down to brush the tip of his cock through your folds. he was so thick, his mushroom tip barging its way through your folds before pressing into your tight hole. the moans you both let out were loud and whiny, neither of you caring about the rest of the dorm hearing you both. jake's jaw dropped, his eyebrows screwing as he pushes himself further into your soaked heat.

your walls pulsed around him, jake felt as though he could feel your heartbeat through you clenching. your hands came round to his hips, gripping them before pushing him backwards slightly, telling him that he could start to move his hips. he brought his hands up, barely touching your thighs with his fingertips before gripping the backs of your knees and pulling out, before pushing himself in again.

the drag of his cock against your plush walls drove you both mad. jake's thrusts began slow, allowing him to feel and see exactly what made you feel good. he already began brushing against that perfect spot inside of you that made your mouth fall open and your eyebrows furrow. soon enough, the slow pace became too little for him, picking up speed and strength behind the glide of his hips.

jake feels his cock throb inside of you, the soaking cushion of you walls sending him into overdrive as he loses his control. you looked so perfect underneath him, tits bouncing and face lost in pleasure.

it was better than anything he could've ever imagined.

no matter what he thought of earlier, from the thoughts of you sat on the corner of his bed, to anything he was thinking at the beach, none of it compared. he had finally gotten his hands on you after years of trying not to pine too obviously with a hard cock in his pants praying you wouldn't notice. or praying that you would. anytime he fucked his hand thinking of you wouldn't beat this, his eyes going fuzzy from your walls fluttering around him.

your hands moved up from his hips to his arms, dragging down them and gripping his hand before he moved it to hold yours next to your head. him now leaning over you caused him to drag your knee up with him, pressing you further into the now creaking bed, and changing the position making him feel even deeper inside of you. his head dipped to rest in your neck, suckling and biting, leaving more marks all over you, before he leaned up to your ear.

"fuck baby- you feel so good, never leaving this pussy, you feel me here?"

jake's hand moved from your leg to your stomach, pressing down to feel his cock moving inside of you.

"fucking you good baby, belong in here, yeah?"

you start nodding your head as the pressure from his hand adds to the pleasure, your hand coming down to lay over his before he grabs it and pushes it where his was laying. the moan you let out was borderline pornographic, knowing he was big enough and pumping you hard enough to feel him in your stomach. his tip continued to hit that spot inside of you that had you panting and your moans getting higher and higher.

threading your fingers through his hair, you bring his head up so you can kiss along his pretty neck and chest, leaving even prettier purple bruises all across him. but before you could continue marking him up, you throw your head back with a loud moan at the feeling of jake's fingers toying with your clit again.

"t-too much jakey, gonna cum!"

"that's what-", he gets cut off by his own loud moan as you clench harder around him, "that's what i'm aiming for baby." he leans down closer to your ear again, "wan' cum with you but if you keep squeezing me like that i'll fucking cum."

jake moves back, sitting on his knees as his thrusts continue, gripping your hips and dragging them on his dick to match his pace. they become sloppier and more desperate, as the moans he was letting out turn into higher pitch whines as he bites his lip. the moon illuminated the droplets of sweat forming at his collarbones dripping down the dips of his abs, your eyes following the trail before watching the way his soaked cock pushes in and out of you.

"fuck jakey, want it so bad!"

his eyes flit up to you despite you still watching the movement of his hips, "you want it baby? come on, give it to me and i'll cream you- fuck- i'll fill you up."

his words finally tip you over the edge, eyes closing and back arching into the air as you let out the loudest moan of the night. you hear a fuck fuck fuck before feeling jake's white hot cum fill you to the brim. his thrusts continue until neither of you can physically handle it anymore, a white ring forming around the base of his cock sticking to you and his pelvis, both of you whimpering from the overstimulation causing him to pull out, his cum seeping out of you but neither of you caring.

jake crashes down on top of you, burying his head into your neck while pressing lighter kisses than the ones he was placing on you a few minutes prior. you feel his lips trace up higher, brushing your jaw before he resting his head on his hand. you turned to face him, now in close proximity to his flushed and wet cheeks from sweat, his lips red raw and bitten, his eyes lazed and dead set on your eyes. his hair covered his forehead, stuck and messy, causing you to bring your head up to push it out of his face, his eyes closing and resting his head in the palm of your hand as your thumb caresses his cheek.

soon, your thumb drifts down to his lips, stroking the soft plush as he opens his eyes, a small smirk taking over his lips, "you want a kiss baby?"

you nod your head as he rests his elbow on the bed, stretching over you and leaning down slowly before pressing his lips against yours. this was much softer than your first kiss, the pressure of lust no longer behind it. jake's hand came up to softly grasp the side of your face, brushing your hair away before holding the side of your neck as his thumb moved gently across your jaw. as he pulled away, his nose stayed against yours, as a bright smile takes over his whole face as a chuckle escapes him.

"what's so funny?"

"can't believe we just did that...and i can't believe we have to face the boys tomorrow after it."

you whack his shoulder as you push him down to lay next to you on the bed, before crossing your leg over his as you cuddle into him.

"not my fault you got hard like a virgin with a girl in his bed for the first time."

jake scoffed before digging his finger into your side making you squirm before wrapping his arms tighter around you, his thumbs stroking your sides.

"can you blame me baby? you just looked so perfect with the moon shining on you and everything...been thinking about it all day."

you look up at him, watching him as he shuts his eyes ready to drift off.

"jake..."

he frowns at being called jake as opposed to the normal name you always gave him, and the one you had been moaning for the last half an hour.

his eyes open and look down at you, "yeah baby?"

"what are we now..."

"well i'd hope you'd be my girlfriend, thought that was a given."

you smack his chest at the mocking tone in his voice, "maybe i won't be, you've not even asked me." your head moves back to lay on his chest rather than staring up at him until you feel his grasp come back and move your head to look back up at him.

"will you please be my girlfriend baby? i'll get back on my knees if i have to."

you blush at his last sentence, images of the past events flushing your mind away from the current situation before getting back on track.

"of course i will jakey."

jake bends down to kiss you once more before tucking your head into the crook of his neck, both of you beginning to doze off with the soft breeze and moonlight basking your bodies.

THE NEXT MORNING

you and jake walk hand in hand down the stairs and into the kitchen to make breakfast, jake in nothing but a pair of sweatpants sitting low on his hips and you in a pair of his shorts and his shirt. jake moves around the kitchen with ease, pulling out random ingredients and sitting them next to where you've sat on the counter.

the sound of footsteps causes you both to freeze midway through your light conversation. sunoo walks through the doorway, rubbing his eyes and face before stopping in his tracks as he sees you two in the kitchen. the dark circles under his eyes prominent as his face stretches into a yawn.

"jesus sunoo, you good? looks like you've had no sleep."

jake asked in all seriousness and concern, like he'd forgotten the whole night. not his fault he had an amazing sleep after.

"i'll let you two decide whether i, or anyone else in this house for that matter, got enough sleep last night."

sunoo's eyes were squinted at the two of you as he pointed accusatory, making both yours and jake's faces flush more red that the apple sunoo grabbed from the side as he started walking out of the kitchen. he was about to leave and turn into the living room before stopping at the doorway and turning around, this time having a cheeky smile on his face.

"congratulations by the way, we were all wondering when it would happen judging by the way you two were eye-fucking each other yesterday but did it have to be on the day? you just made us all have to do jungwon's laundry for the week cause he won the bet."

he muttered the last bit as he walked away, jake turning back to face you with utter shock on his face, "well, can't get much worse than that reaction."

that was until you hear jay's voice boom from the hallway, followed by sunoo's cackle.

"where are they? don't laugh sunoo i'm running on two hours of sleep! you know i struggle getting back to sleep once i wake up!"

yours and jake's eyes widen before jake speaks again, "hide?"

you both start laughing as jay waltzes into the kitchen, shutting you both up as jake grabs you from the counter and sprints round the kitchen island to avoid jay running after the both of you, bolting back to his room as he throws you onto the bed.

jay stops at the door as jake collapses next to you, glaring at you both before saying, "you two are lucky i don't want to step foot in here after last night."

you both cackle before jay walks away after closing the door, turning to each other with the widest smiles stretched over your faces, leaning in to kiss each other slowly, smoothly.

if you made it down here, thank you so much for reading!!

sign out, woniesss!

[triplefrontierbabe]

Hiii! Can I have a 1.2.1 please ?

I’m Having His Baby… (Yes I Am)

summary: you ask Lando for a baby… pretty publicly

pairing: f! reader x Lando Norris

prompt: asking him for a baby x Lando Norris x smau

warnings: alternate universe, use of yn, mentions of pregnancy (please skip if you aren’t interested in the content matter)

a/n: part of my 600 follower celebration!! so sorry my loves that it took me forever to get this done 😫

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[snottyped]

i have no restraint so here i am, back with another request 💞 thinking of smth like this, you & your bf are going through a rough patch, he’s distant and you think he may break up with you soon despite you not having done anything wrong, so to salvation your relationship you book this trip, a quiet cottage getaway to reconnect with nature and all that jazz, hoping that maybe the alone time with your partner will revitalize the bonds you once had, anywho you forgot to check the reviews, the cottage is cute but totally haunted and a couple nights in the ghost residing has had enough of your stupid bf and decides he’d be better so he possesses him 👀 he tries to pretend to be the old bf but quickly loses the facade once he’s gotten in ur bed and can’t keep his cool, nsfw/fluff vibes?

(oml this got to be so long >.< so sorry! p.s. this is disgrace c:)

Possession

ghost x female reader

note: u make a lot of requests 😂

You couldn’t help but sigh as you stared out the window of the tiny cottage. The rolling hills beyond were beautiful, but they couldn’t quite match the sinking feeling in your chest. You had hoped—no, prayed—that this little getaway would fix things with your boyfriend. The last few weeks had been rough. The spark between you two had faded, and despite your best efforts, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was pulling away. The silence between you had grown so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

You had booked the cottage in a desperate attempt to save whatever was left. You had read about the quiet, peaceful charm of the place, how it was nestled in the woods away from the world, offering an ideal escape. No distractions. Just the two of you, and nature. It sounded like the perfect way to rekindle your bond.

But you hadn’t checked the reviews. You hadn’t even thought to.

And now, as you curled up on the couch in the flickering light of a fire that seemed a little too cold, you began to wonder if it was all worth it.

The cottage, though cute, felt… off. The air was thick, as if the space was holding its breath, and the whisper of footsteps in the hallway when no one was around only made you second-guess everything.

Your boyfriend, Alex, was upstairs. His presence felt as distant as ever, even though he sat just a room away. It was like he was physically here but mentally miles away. Your stomach twisted at the thought that maybe… just maybe… he was considering breaking up with you. But you hadn’t done anything wrong! Not on purpose, anyway.

You wrapped your arms around your knees, staring into the fire. Maybe things would change tomorrow. That’s what you kept telling yourself. You just needed time. Quiet. Space.

As if on cue, the air seemed to shift. A cold breeze brushed against your skin. It wasn’t the wind from outside—no, this was something else. The hairs on your neck stood on end, a chill sweeping over you that had nothing to do with the temperature.

You stood up, looking around the room, your breath catching in your throat. A soft creak echoed through the floorboards above you, and then—

His voice.

Alex was standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at you with a strange expression. His eyes were wide, but there was something different about him. Something… off. His usual coldness was replaced with something darker, more intense, yet oddly tender.

“Hey… you alright?” His voice sounded normal, but there was an underlying smoothness, a layer of something that didn’t sit right with you.

You frowned, getting to your feet. “Yeah… I’m fine. Just… thinking.”

There was a moment of silence before he slowly descended the stairs. He was still wearing the same clothes from earlier, but the way he moved felt different—like his body wasn’t quite his own. His gaze never left you as he stepped closer, the air growing thicker with tension.

“Come here,” he murmured, his voice lower than usual, but there was a softness to it that felt almost unnatural. “I missed you.”

Your heart fluttered with a combination of confusion and hope. This was the Alex you knew—or at least, you thought you did. The one who used to wrap you in his arms and make everything feel right.

You stepped toward him, hesitant. You could feel your pulse in your ears. Was this really him?

But when his hand reached out, you didn’t hesitate. His fingers closed around yours, a warm, possessive grip that felt right—and yet, wrong.

You let him pull you into his chest. He kissed you deeply, passionately—his lips pressing against yours with a need that made your body shiver in response. Your arms wrapped around his neck, holding him tighter as the kiss deepened, his tongue sweeping into your mouth like it was a claim.

“I’m sorry for being distant…” His lips were hot against your skin as he trailed kisses down your neck. “But I can’t stay away from you.”

It should’ve been comforting. But it wasn’t.

A chill crawled across your skin as you realized: he wasn’t right. Not completely. It was like he was trying to be your boyfriend, trying to mimic everything he’d once been, but the energy—his scent, the way he touched you, how he kissed you—felt off. His hands cupped your face with a tenderness you didn’t recognize, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks in a possessive, lingering motion.

“Please, let me make it up to you.” His voice dropped to a whisper, his breath hot against your ear. “I need you…”

Before you could even process what was happening, he pulled you to the couch, sitting down and pulling you onto his lap. His hands slid down your back, over the curve of your waist, to your hips, tugging at your clothes in an almost frantic way.

Your heart hammered as your body responded to his touch—maybe it was your desperation for him to feel real, to reconnect. You couldn’t help the way your body betrayed you, your hips grinding slightly against him, seeking that closeness, that heat.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his breath heavy as he kissed your throat. His hands ran up your sides, lightly squeezing your ribs. “You’re so beautiful… I don’t deserve you.”

The words seemed… too sweet. But you didn’t want to pull away—not when his hands roamed to your chest, gently cupping your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples through your clothes. It felt good, too good, and you couldn’t stop the quiet moans escaping your lips.

He seemed to revel in them, a growl vibrating in his chest as he continued, his hands rougher now, his grip tighter. You could feel him hard against your thigh, the heat of him making your pulse spike.

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice hoarse. “Tell me you’re mine.”

A shiver ran down your spine. “I’m yours,” you whispered, leaning into him.

And just as you said those words, something inside him snapped. He pulled you down onto the couch with urgency, his hands tugging at your clothes, and in the haze of lust and confusion, you let him. He needed you, and you needed him. But deep down, you knew—it wasn’t Alex anymore.

It was something else.

It wasn’t his eyes were filled adoration. Something Alex never associated with you. It hurt, sure but it was the truth.

“Who are you?”

The moment Alex’s lips left yours, a suffocating silence filled the room. You could feel the cool breeze in the air, the sharp contrast to the heat of his body pressed so closely to yours. His gaze flickered for just a second, a flicker of something that didn’t belong, and that’s when you realized—this wasn’t your boyfriend.

“Baby, I’m yours.”

The coldness of the air grew stronger as his hands roamed down your body. His grip was still familiar, but the touch was far more demanding. His fingers dug into your hips, pulling you closer, pushing your body flush against his. Your heart hammered in your chest as his breath grew heavier, his scent growing richer—something distinctly other mixed with the faint musk of your boyfriend’s cologne.

“You’re so beautiful,” the voice that wasn’t Alex’s whispered, hoarse and dripping with affection p.

Your breath caught as his lips traced the curve of your jaw, moving down to your neck. He kissed you like he had all the time in the world, taking his time to leave hot, wet marks on your skin, biting gently at the tender spots. His mouth was demanding, rough, but with the faintest hint of tenderness buried beneath the desperate hunger.

Every second felt like your skin was burning. Your body ached for him, but the rational part of you screamed that this wasn’t right. This wasn’t Alex. This wasn’t him.

But still… your body betrayed you, and your hips instinctively rocked against him, feeling the length of him hard and pressing against you. You gasped softly, and that seemed to be the trigger. His hands shot to your chest, pulling at your shirt with a sudden urgency that made you shiver.

“I’ve waited too long for you,” he growled. The words were laced with something darker now, something far more possessive. “Now… I’m not letting go.”

His fingers worked quickly, expertly, stripping you of your clothes as if he had done this a thousand times before. The moment your shirt was gone, his lips were on your skin again, kissing a trail down your chest until he reached your breasts. He cupped them with reverence, massaging them with just the right pressure as he lavished attention on your nipples, licking and sucking until you were a whimpering mess beneath him.

“So fucking beautiful,” he groaned. “God, I can’t get enough of you.”

Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him to do more, to touch you everywhere. It felt right, so right, but that little voice in your head—drowned out by the pounding of your heart—reminded you this wasn’t your boyfriend. This was something else.

But the sensation of his lips, his hands on you… it was too much.

His mouth found its way back to yours, hungry and demanding. His kiss was rougher now, deeper. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip, pulling you closer, devouring you like you were the only thing that mattered. He groaned, deep and guttural, pressing you harder into the couch.

“You’re mine,” he whispered harshly against your lips. “And I’m going to make you scream my name.”

You gasped as he shoved your panties aside, a finger slipping between your folds, teasing at your entrance. Your breath hitched as he slid a finger inside you, making you moan. It was too much, too fast, but you couldn’t stop. You needed him.

He wasted no time, adding another finger, curling them inside you as you gasped, your body moving with his rhythm. His thumb found your clit, rubbing in slow, agonizing circles that had you gasping for more. He moved with purpose, his mouth leaving yours to trail kisses down your body as he worshipped every inch of you.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice low and raspy. “So fucking wet for me. All for me.”

You didn’t have the words. You could only moan as he slid his fingers in and out of you, every movement coaxing more pleasure from your body. Your hands clutched at him, nails digging into his shoulders as your hips bucked against his touch, desperate for more. His eyes never left you, watching your reactions with a hungry gleam, and it sent a wave of heat through you.

He pulled his fingers out slowly, a soft growl escaping his lips as he moved to kneel between your legs. Your heart raced in anticipation as he hovered over you, the heat of his body radiating against yours.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked, voice dripping with lust.

You nodded, unable to form words, your body begging for him. His hands moved to your thighs, pushing them apart as he positioned himself at your entrance, his cock already painfully hard. The ghost inside him wasn’t wasting any time, not caring that your body was still adjusting to the sudden rush of heat and desire. He slid inside slowly, his movements deliberate as he filled you completely.

You gasped, your body stretching to accommodate him, the sensation overwhelming but so good. Your hands clung to his arms, nails digging into his skin as he thrust deeper, setting a pace that had you gasping and moaning beneath him.

“That’s it,” he breathed, voice hoarse. “Take me. Let me own you.”

The ghost’s words hit you like a wave. You could feel the power he held over you now, feel how his presence filled the space in a way that had you trembling, your walls tightening around him.

His thrusts grew faster, more desperate, and the weight of his body pressing against yours was enough to drive you wild. You could feel every inch of him, each thrust deeper than the last, and you could barely think, just feel, him. It wasn’t just Alex—it was something more, something older and hungrier. The ghost within him didn’t care about anything except claiming you.

“You’re mine now,” he repeated, his hands gripping your body with possessive force. “And I’ll make sure you never forget it.”

Every thrust, every stroke, had you moaning louder, your nails raking down his back. You wanted to scream, but his mouth found yours again, swallowing your cries as he fucked you into the couch.

“I’m going to fill you up,” he groaned. “Fill you with all of me.”

With that, he thrust harder, his control slipping as he came inside you with a deep, shuddering groan. You followed quickly after, the sensation of him filling you sending you over the edge as you came, your body shaking beneath him.

He stayed inside you for a moment longer, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. Finally, he pulled back, his eyes glowing with satisfaction.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, stroking your cheek tenderly, his earlier roughness giving way to something softer now. “I’ll never let you go.”

You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t. Your mind was spinning. But deep down, you knew. The ghost wasn’t just in his body now—it was inside you, too.

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[banquetwriter]

Omg could you do a headcanon thing about like how Bob kisses! 😭 would be so cute

YESSSSSSS

warnings: kissing, talk of the devils tango, bob being a shy guy *, fluff

so i’ve seen a lot of ppl say this and i agree that bob probably doesn’t have much experience probably, like maybe not a virgin but definitely hasn’t had a healthy relationship with anyone so probably not new to kissing but that doesn’t make him any less nervous. his lips are super shy at first.

i have a feeling unless yelena turned into the world best hype man you probably initiated it or at the very least said you wanted to kiss him. if you kiss him first he’d definitely just freeze for a couple seconds before just melting into. and honestly the opposite if he kissed you for the first time.

like he’s super nervous and he just has to go all in or he’s gonna loose momentum. he just closes his eyes (way to early btw and nearly misses your mouth entirely) and pulls your face in.

i’d say a few weeks into dating he’s gotten a good rhythm. a quick peck on his cheek to say ‘bye’ but long kisses are for when your leaving for a while. he’s still probably a little hesitant but he’s definitely gonna kiss you.

his lips are sorta chapped but don’t really mind. hands wrap around either your face or your neck (like on the sides, he’s not choking you in public lol) he can’t help but giggle when you start to make out.

he gets so happy he can’t physically contain his laughter. as time moves on his kisses grow deeper. he’ll start using tongue more etc etc…

when yall are fucking his kissing style does change a bit. instead of almost polite kissing he just starts eating your face. it’s like he thinks if he can’t kiss you hard enough your clothes come off.

he definitely doesn’t just kiss your face, he makes sure to kiss your tummy, thighs, shoulder (when cuddling probably), your neck and ofc the spot in between your legs

deep long kissed are good but sometimes the short baby kisses pressed into your skin speak volumes.

as far as how you kiss him, he’s definitely a fan of you getting cuteness agression and covering his face in kisses. he loves it’s when you kiss his cheek and hairline. but his favorite is when you kiss hiz back. especially the top of his spine area.

it’s just so relaxing and intimate no one would guess except for himself.

[ofstarsandvibranium]

A Happy Ending?

Fandom: The Last of Us

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: Your son and Ellie try to play matchmaker with you and Joel.

A/N: reader is 50+ years old in this fic with a 25-29 year old son! also i just wanted something cute and happy bc i miss joel...

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James had been spending a lot of time with Joel. He became interested in carpentry when Ellie showed him the guitar Joel made her.

So now you barely see your son because he’s spending all his time with Joel. Not that you mind. Honestly, James is almost 30 and never had a good father figure growing up. (Blame the outbreak and decreasing faith in humanity for that). So you’re grateful he has Joel and that Joel has taken a liking to him.

But you’re still James’ mother and he’ll always be your baby.

You knock on the door of Joel’s place. You don’t wait long until Ellie opens the door.

“James, your mom’s here!” She hollers and you giggle.

You ruffle the young teen’s hair, “How long have they been working?”

Ellie rolls her eyes, “All day. Joel hasn’t even given me my guitar lesson for the day. Tell your son to fuck off!”

You laugh, “I’ll see what I can do, but he’s a grown man.” You walk further into the home and see Joel and James hunched over the dining table, each with some pieces of wood and shavings surrounding them.

You stand behind your son, hands on his shoulders, “How’s it going, boys?”

James beams up at you and you see remnants of the young boy he used to be, “We’re carving out wooden cars for Ben’s birthday.”

“That’s sweet.”

“Everythin’ okay?” Joel asks, tilting his head down to look over his glasses.

You feel your cheeks heat up under his gaze, “Yeah, just wanted to see if I should wait for James before making dinner.”

“Shit,” your son mumbles and looks at his watch, “I lost track of time. I’m sorry, mom.”

You pay down his hair, “Baby, it’s fine. I’m glad you’re spending time with Joel and not your boring mom.”

James scrunches his face, “You’re not boring.”

You snort, “Tell that to his brother,” you nod at Joel, “Always trying to get me to go to movie nights and get togethers.”

“That’s Tommy for ya. Pain in the ass,” Joel says with a smirk, “Don’t mind him though. He’s only doing what he thinks will be good for you.”

“What about you? You think you know what’s good for me, Joel?” You give him a smirk and it makes him squirm in his chair a bit.

You and Joel have been playing this game for months now. This cat and mouse, back and forth game. Flirting and teasing and then pulling back. Honestly, at your grown age, you should be tired of it, but it brought a little thrill back into your life.

Joel clears his throat, “Suppose I don’t, but whatever you think is good for you, just..do that, I guess.”

You chuckle, “Sure, Joel,” you put your attention back on your son, “So, honey, should I wait for you?”

James shakes his head, “Nah, it’s okay. Go ahead. If anything, just leave me some leftovers or-“

“Don’t worry, we’ll feed him,” Joel says, not looking up from his project.

“You sure?”

He nods, “Yup.”

“Alright. Thanks, Joel,” you kiss James’ head, “Don’t stay here too late. The old man will probably need to sleep soon.”

Joel gives you the finger and you laugh while exiting his home.

Once you’re gone, James leans in, “Soooo…”

“Don’t start,” Joel gives him a warning glare.

The younger man holds his hands up, “I’m just sayin’, I give you my blessing to date my mom. You guys clearly have…something between you two.”

Joel takes off his glasses and sighs, leaning back in his chair, “I’ve done a lot of bad things in my life, kid. And your mom? She’s pure and good and I don’t wanna taint her with my shit.”

James can’t help but scoff, “You think my mom’s pure and good? You don’t think she had to do some shitty things in order to raise me during a fucking apocalypse?” He shakes his head, “Man, I get it. You think you’re too old and tainted to have something good in your life, but after everything we’ve all gone through, we deserve good things. You deserve good things, Joel. And my mom? She likes you, really likes you. She hasn’t said it to me but I see it. I just-I want my mom to be happy and I think you can be that for her.”

“I agree,” Ellie says as she appears in the room.

Joel pinches the bridge of his nose, “Fucking-Don’t gang up on me like this.”

Ellie shrugs, “He’s right, plus you can cut the sexual tension you two have with a knife!”

James grimaces, “Ugh. Please don’t talk about my mom having sex. I don’t wanna picture that.”

Ellie rolls her eyes, “Grow up, dude!”

“You grow up!”

“You’re almost thirty and sex grosses you out?”

“Sex doesn’t gross me out! The idea of my mom having sex grosses me out! You can’t tell me that the idea of Joel having sex-“

Joel decides to break up the argument, “Okay! Okay! Hey! Hey! Break it up, you two! Jesus,” he shakes his head, “Enough talking about my sex life!”

“Or lack thereof,” Ellie mumbles causing James to snicker.

Joel glares at the two, “Enough. Nothing is going to happen between Y/N and I.”

“Because you don’t want to?”

“Because it just can’t, alright? Let’s leave it at that.” He says his words with finality and goes back to working on Ben’s birthday present.

Ellie and James give each other and knowing look and then Ellie mumbles, “Whatever, dude,” and heads back to her room.

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There's a knock at your door mid-day. You'd just gotten back from helping out in the community garden, so you're covered in soil. Nonetheless, you open the door to reveal Ellie on the other side.

"Oh, hey! James isn't here-"

"I know, I'm here to see you, actually," she steps inside and you close the door behind her.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, um, Dina mentioned that you know how to bake. Was wondering if you could teach me?"

You look at her in surprise, "Really? Didn't think you'd be interested in that."

The young teen shrugs, "Think it'd be a nice skill to have. That way I can bake shit whenever I want and don't have to trade an arm and a leg for it."

You snort, "Very true, but sure. Lemme just take a quick shower and we can get started. Feel free to hang out here. Some of James' old comics and books are on the shelf there." You point to the bookshelf in the living room.

"Sweet!" Ellie heads straight to it and you rush upstairs for a quick shower.

Twenty minutes pass and you're in the kitchen with damp hair and smelling like flowers. You have all the ingredients laid out in front of you, "Okay, so first, we pre-heat the oven so by the time we're done mixing everything together, it should be ready to pop it in."

You show her how to pre-heat the oven and then guide her back to the counter, so the best method for this is to mix all the dry ingredients together in one bowl. And the wet ingredients in another bowl, then combine them."

"Cool. Got it." You give her the measurements of each ingredient, instructing her the best way to mix everything and what to look out for. Ellie's smart and a quick learner, so she gets through it very quickly.

"Fuck yeah," she mumbles to herself in excitement when she pours out the batter into the 12-cup muffin tin.

You laugh, "You've done well so far. So now that the oven is at the temperature we want, we just slide the tin in and let them cook for about twenty-five minutes."

She slides the tin in and closes the door, "So what should we do while we wait?"

"We clean all this up," you gesture to the dirty dishes and flour and egg droppings on the counter, "and wait."

"Boring," Ellie groans, but continues to help you anyway. As you two wash the dishes, she makes conversation.

"So...how's your love life?"

You cackle at her abrupt question, "My love life?"

"Yeah. You seeing anyone? Anyone catch your eye?," she leans in and whispers, "You can tell me, I can keep a secret."

You laugh even more, "I find that hard to believe considering you and Dina share everything."

Ellie scoffs, "She's my best friend. Of course, I tell her everything." She places the spatula she washed into the the drying rack, "But we're not talking about me. We're talking about you."

You hum for a moment, "Fine. I'll play along. To answer your question, no, there isn't really anyone that's caught my eye. Not sure dating is my top priority right now."

"Why not? Don't you want someone at your side before you die?"

You look at Ellie in disbelief, "Okay, first off, I don't think I'm croaking any time soon. Second, why are you interested in my love life? Did James say something?"

"No! I just noticed that you seem to be by yourself all the time, especially since James has been spending all his time with Joel."

You sigh, "I appreciate your concern, Ellie, but I'm fine. My priority is James as well as doing my part in helping this community. What I want doesn't matter."

Ellie holds back a groan because you're starting to sound exactly like someone she knows...

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James, Joel, Tommy, and several others are working on building a new shed for some supplies. James is, basically, Joel's apprentice, and follows him everywhere, learning what he can from the older man.

As they both hammer away at planks of wood set to be the foundation of the shed, James makes conversation, "So, uh, you going to the barbecue on Friday?"

"Maybe, not sure," Joel stands up straight and rolls his shoulders, "Why?"

"I'll be there...with my mom."

Joel rolls his eyes, "James," he shakes his head, walking away, but the young man follows him, "I know you said for me to drop it, but just hear me out!"

Tommy happens to walk by and smirk, "Hear you out on what?"

Joel whips around, "Don't-"

"I think him and my mom would make a great couple."

Tommy processes the words and then smiles, "I agree."

Joel places his hands on his hips and lets his head hang low. He shakes his head, "Fucking kill me."

Tommy laughs and pats Joel on the shoulder, "Come on, brother, Y/N's a great woman. She'd definitely soften up that hard exterior of yours."

"I'm too old for this shit."

"Hell you ain't. Linda and Daniel just got together and they're older than you! Never too late to find love, even when the world's ended. Worked out for me," he gave his brother a wink and Joel wanted to punch him in the face.

James sighs, "You know I do it 'cause I care about you guys, right? There's chemistry between you and my mom and I think you'd both be dumb to not pursue it. Your pride and stubbornness be damned! I just want my mom to be happy," he mumbles the last sentence before heading back to the area that he was working on, leaving Joel to stew on his words.

It's not like Joel hasn't thought about having something with you. He's definitely thought about it. A lot. And more recently now that he and Eliie keep bringing you up. But there's still that small part of him that feels like he doesn't deserve you. It took him a lot to open his heart up to Ellie, but does his heart have room for more?

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James is out on patrol, so it's just you in the house. You figured now would be a good time to visit Joel, so you do, with a basket of baked goods.

You find him in the garage working on a truck. He's hunched over the hood and you clear your throat, startling him. He jolts, hitting his head on the hood.

You hear a hiss of pain and you rush over to him, "Shit! I'm so sorry, Joel. Didn't mean to scare you!" you look at his head, making sure there isn't any blood or swelling.

"'s alright, sweetheart. No harm, no foul."

You step back, realizing how close you've gotten, "Still, I'm sorry. Anyway, the reason for me being here is to thank you."

"For?"

"Just taking James in, being a mentor and showing him the ropes on how to fix and build things. I've done my best trying to teach him that stuff growing up, but I'm not as skilled as you are. So," you hold out the basket, "made some bread and muffins for you and Ellie and, well, anyone else you'd like to share them with. Also put in some lavender honey in there I made myself." You hand him the basket and he accepts it.

Joel looks at the basket and then you, "Well. shit. You didn't need to do all this."

You shrug, "It's nothing, really. I just-I really appreciate what you've done for James. I can tell he really looks up to you. He's never had a stable male figure in his life, so thanks."

"Yeah. You're welcome. He's a good kid. You did well."

"I did the best that I could given the circumstances. But I can say the same with you and Ellie. She's also a good kid."

Joel scoffs and props a hand on his hip, "She's a pain in my ass," he pauses and a small smile appears on his face, "But yeah, she's a pretty good kid."

You clear your throat, "Well, I'll let you get back to work," you take a few steps back and Joel stops you, "Wait!" You pause and he realizes what he's done. He curses under his breath and scratches the back of his head, "Wanna share some of these over a cup of coffee?"

You softly smile, "You should share them with other people. I make these all the time."

"I wanna share them with you, if that's okay?"

You giggle and shake your head, "Alright, if you insist."

You follow him into the house and to the kitchen. He sets the basket on the kitchen island and heads to the pot of coffee.

You lean against the counter, "Still keeping your coffee plug a secret?"

Joel gives a low chuckle as he pours a cup for you and himself, "Yeah, how else am I supposed to lure you in here?" He slides you the sugar container and you pour spoonful of it in.

"You know I come by a lot because James is always here."

He cocks a brow and smirks into his cup, "That all?"

"Nah, I like chatting with Ellie too. She's funny."

Joel hums, staring at you over his coffee cup. You're avoiding his eyes, but you feel them staring at you. You mess with the handle of the mug before speaking up again, "Do you get lonely, Joel?"

"Sometimes. Why?"

"Some stuff has come up and just made me think about things."

"Like what?"

"Us, this...game we've been playing. I flirt with you. You flirt with me, then one of us pulls back. And then we start all over again. And endless cycle...does it mean anything?" You still don't look up at him, "To me, it was all fun at first. Flirting with you and you flirting back, it made me feel alive again. Then when you pulled away and distanced yourself, I dunno. Didn't feel good."

You sigh and finally look at him, "Sorry. I'm rambling. I just want to know if this is a waste of time. It probably is," you push your mug away and stand straighter, "Thanks for the coffee," you murmur before walking away.

And for the second time today, Joel stops you, "Wait. Wait, please," he holds his arm out and you pause.

He gulps and lets out a shaky breath, "To be frank, I'm not very good at this. I'm rusty as hell, but..it wasn't just flirtin' to me, sweetheart. I like you. A lot, but you're too fucking good for me and I don't deserve someone like you."

You look at him with soft eyes, slowly approaching him. You place your hands on his chest, "Joel Miller...you are such a self-sacrificing son of a bitch," you whisper before pressing your lips to his.

The kiss is slow and hesitant. You feel Joel holding back and it isn't until you wrap your arms around him that he lets go. He allows himself to have you like this.

He presses you up against the counter, rough hands digging into your hips. He presses himself into you and you moan into his lips.

He feels himself hardening at the sound and he immediately pulls away., "Sorry, sorry. Um," he steps further away from you, running a hand down his face, "Didn't mean to get carried away."

You laugh, "It's fine, Joel. You're fine."

He takes up his usual pose, hands on his hips and contemplation on his face, "So...what now?"

"Now, we see how it goes. Not only will you have James bothering you all the time, but I'll be there with him."

Joel softly smiles at you, "I think I'll be okay with that."

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When James comes back from patrol, Ellie immediately runs up to him, "Dude!"

"What? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong! Everything's right!" Ellie stares up at him with excitement.

James looks at her suspiciously, "What happened?"

"I saw your mom bring Joel the muffins we baked the other day and they went inside the house. They were making out! Our plan worked!"

He held up his hand, "Hold on, you were watching out parents makeout?"

"Ew, no! Dina and I peeped through the kitchen window and saw them sucking each other's faces-"

"Please spare me the details."

Ellie rolls her eyes, "So fucking childish," she murmurs, "but anyway we did it. Joel and your mom are together!"

"Great! Now I need to tell Joel that if he hurts her, I'll kill him."

Ellie snorts and crosses her arms over her chest, "Pretty sure he'd kill himself if he ever does. But whatever. They get their happily ever after and shit!" she lightly punches his arm and goes walking off to wherever.

___________________________

"You fucking cheated!"

"I didn't! Uno is literally a game of chance! It's not my fault you kept pulling yellow cards when blue is called!"

You and Joel watch as Ellie and James argue with each other on the floor, while you and he are cuddled up on the couch.

You lean in, whispering, "Aren't you glad our kids get along?" you ask with sarcasm dripping in your tone.

He chuckles, "Oh yeah, they get along great," he whispers back and then kisses your head.

For the first time in a very long time, Joel feels whole and happy again.

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first time sending an ask AHH im nerbous 🥺 can i get 21 & 27 w Lewis?

I WANNA TOUCH ON YOU!

1K SPECIAL - LH44

“I WANT TO HEAR YOU BEG” + PHONE SEX

SUMMARY: Calling Lewis during a triple header because you feel needy :(

WORD COUNT: 786

WARNINGS: Phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talking

FEATURING: Lewis Hamilton x Wife!Reader

NOTE: Lewis the MAAAN you are… Also hiii!!! Welcome to your first ask, don’t be nervous !

YOU MISSED YOUR HUSBAND. A lot.

With the season just starting, you easily forgot how treacherous the dreaded triple headers were. It would be almost a whole month before you got to see him again. Lewis offered to take you with, but you lacked room for any paid time off and were determined to actually keep your job this time around. Gone were the days where you could just travel around willy nilly with your superstar boyfriend. It was time to be responsible.

Even if that meant having to get yourself off in the meantime.

It was late at night, around ten o’clock, when Lewis called. You were shamefully caught in the middle of a rather intimate session with your fingers buried deep within your own cunt. You tried to hide it, slowly pushing them in and out as your light conversation drawled on. His timing was good for you, because Lewis’ voice was always a huge turn on. If you shut your eyes maybe you could imagine him right there in front of you.

“Overall, pretty disappointing pace. But I can see myself improving little by little.” However, his words were anything but sexy. It was just about all that racing crap—normally you loved to hear it, but when you’re knuckle deep inside yourself you don’t exactly want to hear about cars or your husband’s teammate.

“Well that’s good at least,” You panted out softly, biting your lip to suppress a moan. You pulled the phone away, hoping the microphone wouldn’t pick up your pathetic whines.

But… “Sweetheart,” He suddenly drawled out, a noticeable shift in his dialect. He sounded… Very different from before. Suddenly hungry. “Are you touching yourself?”

Silence.

How did he know? You thought you were doing so well to keep yourself quiet, but evidently your efforts were not nearly enough. You paused in your efforts, suddenly feeling guilty. Was it wrong to be doing such a thing without him knowing? It wasn’t your fault he called at such a time!

“Yes,” You responded softly after what seemed like centuries of silence. You could almost hear his smile over the phone. Damnit.

“Miss me, huh?”

“Oh, shush…” You remarked snarkily. “It’s just been so long.”

“Two weeks,” He pointed out in a teasing manner. “Need some help?” You could faintly hear the sound of metal clanking, followed by a zipper. You knew in that moment that he, much like yourself, was touching himself. You could only picture his thick cock held in his muscular, tattooed hand. It was a sight you had seen many times before. Even just imagining it was enough to make you drool.

“Yes.” You were desperate and it was obvious, but you didn’t care.

“I miss you too,” He sounded a bit breathier now. Evidently he was stroking himself, probably picturing you. “I miss your soft pussy, and your pretty face… Fuck,” He trailed off into a moan. “You don’t have to do much to turn me on.”

Hearing that was definitely a confidence booster.

“Yeah?” You tried to sound confident, but your voice cracked and you failed. “What… What would you do to me if I was with you?” Your cheeks felt warm. This was dirty—filthy, even… But you loved it.

“I’d make you feel good first,” His voice was as warm as ever. He said it with such ease, like it wasn’t embarrassing at all. “I’d eat you out, push my fingers into you.” You shut your eyes, trying to picture it in the moment. Instead of your slender hands, you tried to imagine his thick digits pumping into your little hole. “Then after you come once or twice, I’d finally fill you up with my dick.”

His words were downright disgusting. It felt shameful just to hear him talk in such a way, but you loved every second of it. It was sick and twisted in a way. “Lewis,” You whined, your fingers pumping into your cunt with vigor. “I think I’m gonna come- Please-”

“Want me to help you, princess?” He teased. You could hear him jerking off, his cock wet with pre-cum and his own spit, most likely. “I want to hear you beg. Beg for me to let you come.”

“Please-” You panted without hesitation. “Please Lewis, I wanna come so bad- I’ll do anything…” For a moment you forgot he wasn’t actually there in front of you.

“Come for me,” He whispered, and you did. Your eyes flung open as your legs twitched, slowly sinking down to the mattress. You heaved your breaths, slowly coming down from that intense orgasm.

“You better keep that promise, Y/N.” Lewis muttered, his voice hoarse. “I wanna ruin you when I see you again.”

[usagiarchive]

marriage of (in)convenience — mydei x reader

I. RECKONING. / masterlist

sypnosis. [ 1.1k words ] arranged marriage au. — stuck in an arranged marriage with the crown prince of castrum kremnos, you both try to find a way to make the arrangement a lot more hell for the people who forced the two of you into this, and maybe you end up working together better than you thought.

usagi's note: hi!! currently sick so i got to take time off of school and posted this, it's short now but istg it'll get longer towards the end. enjoy mydei lvrs!

“This is absurd! I will not agree to such a thing!” you raise your voice as your father, the King, finishes telling you his ‘surprise’.

(“My dearest daughter,” he starts, “I am so proud to tell you, that you shall have the honor of being married to the current Prince of Castrum Kremnos, Mydeimos!” he says as if it’s something you’d be ecstatic at.

You stare at him, mouth slightly agape.

“What?”

He beams at you and you have to stop yourself from making a face.

“Yes! Oh, how I’ve closed the agreement of a lifetime! Oh, our people will absolutely flourish!” he exclaims.

You look at your mother for.. Anything, actually… an explanation, help, something! But she all but looks away.

So you knit your eyebrows and say your words clearly.)

Your mother, the Queen, sighs. She knew. All this time she knew, and she was the one to suggest such a thing in the first place, or so your father says.

She slammed her hands on the table, “You are to be wed to strengthen our bonds with the Kremnoans and that is final.”

Your siblings and your father stood still in shock and fear, but you? Ever your mother's daughter, you lifted your chin and glared at her. Your father quivered slightly but only watched as your mother held your glare back. After moments where she would not budge, neither of you would, you lift your chin and look away.

“Fine.” you spit out and walked out of the room.

You didn’t miss the sigh of relief your family let out as you did. To be perfectly honest, no one could fault you for the reaction, especially your mother, your parents had married for love, why couldn't you? It had been all you’ve heard about growing up, how their ‘love story’ was the perfect fairytale for the world to hear.

It was unfair, and you weren’t going to accept it.

Your family almost regrets the decision to let you walk out when you then take your meals in your room for a week out of protest.

…

“My dear?” your father knocks on your door.

He only calls you that when he’s trying to butter you up or soften you.

Reluctantly, the door opens and he finds you on your window seat, reading a book. You neither acknowledge him nor bat him an eye.

“I… I know that this is unideal, but please do understand,” he starts and takes a seat a few feet away from you and lowers down slowly, “As the eldest of your siblings and being a…” he chooses his words carefully, “woman…”

You raise an eyebrow, but still don’t meet his eyes, still being focused on your book.

“I need to have you wed by the end of the year,” he pleads, “my dear, hear me out, please,”

You sigh and finally look at your father and he really does seem to be bothered by the idea of you being wed, such a contrast of his elatedness at having ‘the agreement of a lifetime’ just days ago.

When you put your book down, he takes it as a sign to be closer and takes your hands into his, “Look, I am neither happier than you at letting you go,” he sighs, “You are my master strategist, my dearest daughter, and no one could ever deserve you,”

“But, you do need to be married, my dear,” he reasons, “I understand it might seem unfair as it was not a choice you’ve made, but you are already of age, so do forgive me for finding a prince who would be a good match for you and our kingdom,”

You feel… conflicted.

On one hand, you had a duty to your kingdom, a duty as the eldest daughter, to keep the lineage and prosperity of the kingdom going. But… your heart longs for a different script…

Nevertheless, you, too, sigh, and nod, taking your father’s hand and giving it a squeeze.

“I suppose I’ll try to get to know him,”

You father beams, and you suppose you’ll just rot in bed for the rest of your free time.

…

That is until your lady-in-waiting drags you out of the room and bathes you, preparing you in garbs, tying your hair and corset uncomfortably tight, as well as painting your face.

She kept that lighter, thankfully. You don’t have to suffer in heavy makeup in the heat.

The next thing you knew, you were whisked off to a carriage to Castrum Kremnos with no explanation. Separate to your parents, probably for the best tbh, your father wouldn't come out unscathed.

Oh, you but you would give him a piece of your mind when you get back.

You kept mumbling and grumbling about it on the way there to the point that even your head maid looked concerned.

…

“I do not wish to marry you,” Prince Mydeimos tells you the first moment alone you have.

You smile, coldly, “What a surprise, neither do I,” you say as you seat yourself opposite to him, the butler pouring you both a cup of juice.

“Unfortunately, we both have no choice,” you deadpan, “Our parents seem hellbent on making this marriage happen.”

The Prince sighs, “Unfortunately, it is true, it seems that we would be wed by proxy if either of us were to keep disagreeing on the decision,” he says as he leans on one hand on his knee.

That makes you laugh, and he gives you a smile.

You squint your eyes at the man, scrutinizing him, when an idea pops into your mind, “Prince Mydeimos, I might have a proposal you’d be interested in,” you say and his eyebrow raises.

“Dear me, I hope you are not going to propose your feelings,” he jests and you chuckle.

You shake your head, “Titans, no! None of that sort, but do come closer, I think this idea will be mutually beneficial.”

The Prince sits next to you, leaning in as he does, and you whisper your plan into his waiting ears. The room stays silent save for the silent murmurs coming from you. When he breaks out into a grin, your governess and even the butler and ladies-in-waiting in the room felt a shiver crawl up their spine.

Oh, you two were going to be a handful for the entirety of your kingdoms, weren't you?

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usagi's note: icb it took me a week to post this, but guys i cannot also believe my professors right now, its literally hell week and they're also making it so hard for us ??? LIKE WHY. anyway ill post again before the week ends, if i don't... come shout at me in asks, okay g'bye!!

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[woneazy]

520 ：我爱你

sypnosis: 520 sounds like “我爱你” which means "I love you" in Chinese! As a result, lots of Chinese couples spend the 20th of May together. Heres how you and your boyfriends spend the day together and/or how they surprise you (⁠´⁠∩⁠｡⁠•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•⁠｡⁠∩⁠`⁠)

characters: kurona ranze, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, yukimiya kenyu, hiori yo, alexis ness

Kurona Ranze 🦈

♡ Kurona is Blue Lock's resident sharky sweetheart so I think it's best suited that you both go to an aquarium as a date - even if Great Whites shouldnt kept in them.

♡ He likes subtle affection so I imagine you both taking candid pictures of eachother enjoying the aquatic scenery.

♡ I also think before you left, if you have long hair, Kurona would braid it. He likes the idea of you both matching and sees it as a small sign of your love.

♡ After the date, you both go home and play with his hedgehog Pocari.

ITOSHI RIN 🙀

♡ After Rin's usualy gym routine, you find yourselves cozied on the couch with pillows and blankets. The curtains are drawn, the lights are off and theres a line up of horror movies queued up to binge, maybe a horror game or two if you guys get restless from the endless binge.

♡ Rin's taste in horror movies is the destructive, chilling type so he doesnt mind if you shift closer for comfort. Whether you're clinging to his arm with your head dug into his shoulder hiding or gently pressed against his side by the end of the night, Rins happy that you got to spend time together indulging in his interest.

♡ Another thing is that Rin gets more comfortable from this date day (?). He feels less alienated when you sit alongside him watching something people may find repulsive and appreciates your tolerance of him. He knows he isnt the easiest to get along with so the moments you share are all the more important to him.

♡ One of the highlights of the day is you and Rin going out to buy snacks and ingredients for meals to prepare for the movies. He thinks that actually spending time with you and getting to know what brands you like or trying something new together brings you closer together as well as cooking and putting together the meals between movies. He appreciates the monents you get to share and the tenderness of it all.

ITOSHI SAE 🌊

♡ Sae takes you to the coast so you guys can watch over the sea. It was an acitivity he'd done for a while since getting to Spain but he wanted to share it with you - something simple that grounded him. Bonus points since the view was beautiful so you'd fit right in. Beside him.

♡ I think Sae originally started looking over the sea since he missed his home of Kanagawa back in Japan but I also think the main reason why he chose to take you was because you'd started to feel like home as well. The experience was soothing and self-indulgent but he thinks it brings you closer since he feels most vulnerable and nostalgic.

♡ He wouldnt say it out loud but Sae can see you as part of his future. You'd already started feeling like home and his homesickness was alleviated around you. Sae thinks that he'd like you around, as part of his future.

♡ When you aren't looking he takes a picture of you against the sunset. It's quieter as the days ending and the warmth of the dusk hues hide the warmth on his own face. The loneliness at the end of the day suddenly feels like a cozy time just for the both of you.

ISAGI YOICHI 🍀

♡ You and Yoichi plan to explore the local food and drink scene. The both of you go cafe hopping and laugh at each others disgust and share over exaggerated "mmms" when finding new go-to orders.

♡ Isagi thinks its really cute if you accidentally get crumbs or a bit of your drink on your lip. He also thinks its charming when you drag him by the arm to another cafe across the street or when you struggle to locate a nearby cafe that recently got popular on social media.

♡ By the end of the day you both have a bunch of half eaten snacks so you have an impromptu picnic at the park just finishing off the food you brought. He prefers this time where its just the both of you, away from the prying eyes of the world. Where he's just yours.

♡ Before you leave the park, by some miracle, Isagi manages to find a four leaf clover. He hands it you while muttering something about you being a lucky charm for him. He's a bit quiet from the flustered feeling thats bubbling his chest but he would do it even if that feeling wanted to burst out of his chest.

YUKIMIYA KENYU 🌸

♡ Yukimiya shows up with a bouquet of flowers, dressed casually but elegant as usual. On top of that, the cologne he spritzed was different, a subtle floral scent lingered when he hugged you.

♡ The both of you go flower viewing to enjoy the view before the blossoms go out of season. Especially since he wants to make the most of the sight he has left - not just the fleeting world around him, but also the person whos a constant in his life - you.

♡ He definitely takes candida of you but he doesnt share them with you just yet. He places them all in a scrapbook the details all his feelings about the dates you go on. Yukimiya doesnt plan on giving it to you just yet, not until the book is filled anyway. If his sight outruns the book then he hopes you'll be there to finish it for him.

♡ As a model, Yukimiya also coordinated your outfits and made sure you felt like a princess all the way through the day. Endless comments on how beautiful you are and reminders that he's thankful he's yours.

HIORI YO 🎮

♡ Hiori loads up a minecraft world and gets to work. He decides to put in the effort and do everything from scratch in survival - he even has a little book that documented his thoughts the days leading up to 520 and what he built.

♡ On the minecraft world is a little house in your favourite colour. He made sure your beds were next to eachother and that there were hidden chests that had love notes in them as well as tamed wolves or cats for you to name and take care of.

♡ When he gives you access to the server, he gives you a guided tour of it, hinting towards the hidden chests as well encouraging you guys to sleep next to eachother when the days over. He later surprises you by showing up to your door with food and dessert.

♡ He finishes off the day by playing a 2 player game with you. You both rage a little but the night is fun nonetheless. Hiori isn't massively affectionate, but he thinks that doing things like this isnt so bad every once in a while - especially if the person he's spending time with is you.

ALEXIS NESS 🪄

♡ Ness is a believer in magic and is devoted without a doubt. He likes the time you spend together because that whimsical feeling of love to him is like magic itself. Thats why he suggests you both try to make 1000 paper cranes together in order to grant a wish.

♡ You guys sit there talking about anything and everything in the world. There was a show playing in the background, sometimes you guys would switch it up and play the Notebook but the TV was never having your full attention anyway. If you both get restless from sitting down for too long, Ness would turn on some music and slow dance with you. He likes it when you guys are close, just calmly connecting

♡ You guys dont make it to 1000 that day before falling asleep but even if you did, Ness would've given you the wish to you. He believes that your happiness will bring him a sense of satisfaction too. But if it were up to him, he'd wish that your future together is healthy, happy, and full of love and affection. In Ness' opinion, its a win-win situation.

♡ Although you dont finish making the 1000 cranes that day, whenever he has time, Ness will try to add a few to the collection so that you can someday get the wish you deserve.

[pomefioredove]

hiiii can i have a sugar cookie, #19, with whipped cream and candy cane tyy 💖

hello! can i have a sugar cookie, #19, with whipped cream and sprinkles please? ❤❤❤

made an executive decision to combine these prompts because the ideas I had for them were too similar, so you both get a lil something extra on your cookies :P

order #19, sugar with whipped cream, sprinkles, candy cane

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ held (in contempt of the court)

summary: a mysterious meeting with a former friend tropes: royalty au, hurt/comfort, childhood friends to lovers characters: riddle additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, wonderlandish AU

"But I didn't mean to! If I had known to whom the tart belonged, I never would have-"

CLANG!

Two heart-tipped spears clash mere inches from your chest, keeping you from getting any closer to the stand.

"Rules are rules are rules," says the four of diamonds. "Those who don't follow the rules... are fools."

The three of clubs sighs. "You don't have to do the rhyme every time,"

The two take to bickering between themselves, perfectly ignoring you.

"Pardon me," you pipe up. "But I really must be going. You see, I'm trying to find my way home-"

"Your way?" say the club of threes.

"All ways are the Queen's way," the four of diamonds agrees.

"SILENCE IN THE COURT!"

You, the card soldiers, and the jury of curious characters, starts and sways like the sea in a storm of tears.

At the stand, in the judge's seat, swinging a scepter as if it were a gavel, or, more fittingly, a toy, is a child.

You squint. No, not a child, but not a queen, either. A boy.

A boy who looks an awful lot like...

No. No, that couldn't be. You haven't seen Riddle Rosehearts since you were small. He was your playmate, your partner-in-no-crime, as he would have it, until his mother mysteriously pulled him out of primary school for private study.

He was strict, stern, demanding and demeaning, and he was your friend. An awfully sweet friend. But not a queen.

Riddle? A royal? That would be... impossible.

But, then, you had become quite acquainted with the impossible.

He unfurls a scroll longer than the courtroom itself. It spills over the stand and rolls through the room, past your shoes, and into the hall.

"The defendant is found guilty on charges of trespassing, thievery, unauthorized tart handling, and wearing black shoes on a Tuesday..."

"Wha- guilty?!" you cry. "I haven't even been tried!"

He peers over the scroll. "Is that right?"

The card soldiers shrug.

"That can't be-" the Queen quiets, squints, and then smiles. "Oh, it's you."

"Me? But I- you-"

"No backtalk!" he demands. "You are acquitted. GUARDS!"

The four of diamonds and three of clubs reluctantly release you, withdrawing their spears and rolling their eyes. The jury flattens. You suppose everyone had been expecting more of a show.

The boy, Riddle, slips from his seat and descends the stand, each step echoing off the walls of the courtroom and giving him the false impression of grandness. He stops in front of you. He's much less impressive at this height.

You look to the card soldiers for help, but they've gone back to bickering about rhymes.

"You will join me for tea," he decides, commanding the attention of the cabinet with a swing of his scepter.

"But I-"

"AND THAT'S FINAL!"

Out the courtly doors, down the hall, here and there and hither and thither. This castle is like a maze, you think, but Riddle traverses the corridors with ease. He's (apparently) not even paying attention to where you're walking, since he's been going on about the rules for far too long now. You pass a garden with a hedgehog pen, a flamingo pond, and too many tea rooms.

He's smiling as he speaks. "You've just missed croquet, I'm afraid, but tomorrow-"

"-Tomorrow? But I-"

"And tea. Of course," he says, swinging the scepter into his palm. "Oh, I haven't had a guest in so long. It's so difficult to find good company these days..."

He sighs, and then swings right into a study, leaving you scrambling to keep pace. Had that door been there before?

"Make yourself comfortable," he demands, leaving no room for argument. "Sit."

And he means next to him. Not in the tall, lumpy armchair at the desk, but on a plush red bench by the books. You sit, and he hums.

"Now, whatever brings you here?" he asks, pouring himself a cup of tea from a pot that certainly wasn't there a second ago. And before you could answer, "It's so nice to have a guest, you know. I've near gone mad trying to command my mother's subjects."

You perk up. "Ah, your mother is the Queen?"

"Yes, that's right," he says, his expression souring. "But she's been away on business, and so I've been ruling in her absence."

For once, something here makes sense. You nod. "And you've been surrounded by the old crones in the court," Perhaps that's why he was so eager to see someone else. Unless he was just happy to see you.

But that would be... impossible.

"They don't make for pleasant company," he mumbles, pouring out his tea. Instead of splashing on the carpet, it spills upwards and splatters on the ceiling. You stare.

"...Don't bother, I'll see to that," he waves off your wide-eyed concern. "I would never dream of making a mess, but..."

"...But?"

"...I've been rather clumsy lately," is all he says.

You glance at the ceiling, and the tea is gone. Strange. "I suppose I have, too,"

He smiles and occupies his hands with straightening your collar. Was he really so desperate for the company of a peer? Apparently, he was. You suppose you can sympathize. You've been all on your own in this awful place of labyrinths for days now.

Not a peer, then. A friend.

Riddle then reaches for the teacup-shaped table and takes a red rose, the same color as his hair, from the pot that had once been filled with tea, and he tucks it into your tie. A mark of himself on your persons. An unspoken promise not to let go. Not again.

More than a friend, perhaps.

But that would be... well, possible. Very possible, you supposed.

You could fall asleep here. You haven't been tired until just now, all the exhaustion in the world weighing on your muddled mind.

You slump onto his side, and the boy, the prince who's supposed to be queen, Riddle, allows you. His hand hesitates, and then holds your shoulder, taking you in some sort of awkward embrace. Your head rests on his shoulder, and his on yours.

Strange. All of this is terribly, terribly strange.

But perhaps you can accept this strangeness of his, as he's accepted yours.

[transboyswitchytales]

'Get Lost in My Eyes'

“I used to think I was afraid of being lost, but then I realized I was afraid of who might find me.” ― Nenia Campbell, Raise the Blood

Request:

'Hi. I have a request

Agatha Harkness x Reader

Literally after recover her body, Agatha goes for a walk because she misses… well, her body so she takes advantage of the fact that Billy goes out with her boyfriend to take a walk around Eastview.

On her way out, Agatha's gaze connects with that of Reader who was passing by. Normally, Agatha didn't care but if Agatha didn't believe in love at first sight, she now believes it because after looking at you she couldn't look away and had to interact with Reader. Agatha's body moved only in the direction of Reader

Or

Agatha who has had no luck in love, only toxicity, falls in love at first sight for the first time in her long life as a witch

Thank you so much'

Soulmate Au / Love at First Sight Au / Fluff and Angst / Bit of gore / Witch power draining / Running from your past / Nicky mourning

Part 1

My Masterlist

Agatha was having a weird time with… walking. 

She’d just gotten a handle on floating, being a ghost that is. 

Being in a body after being a ghost was a strange feeling, to say the least. 

Agatha was standing in Eastview at a park. Laughter from children playing and people having a gay old time with their stupid mortal lives. It was all so….normal?

Agatha had walked here after Billy had told her he was going on a date. The two of them really needed some space and boundaries. Lots of boundaries needed to happen. 

 Agatha was ashamed to say she wasn’t sure what to do with herself for the first time in centuries.

There was no power to fight for, she had power again. No son to try and steal time for, kill for. No Rio to fear, fuck, of fight. The three f’s that went with her ex.

 Which was best, while she’s always loved Rio. She could never be with Rio ever again. 

So Rio stood in a park. Feeling more lost than ever before. 

 It was the middle of spring, a rather hot day for the time of year. 

The ancient witch grew irritated as a yellow toy flew through the air.

 There was some dumb ass twink throwing a frisby for an ugly little dog.

Agatha was wearing her boots. Which was nice since they were familiar, old runes carved in the seams. Her clothes were the same as well… and yet her body just felt different. Everything felt different.  

Agatha had not told Billy about her future plans. Because she wasn’t sure what they really were yet. Yet.

But only three days being back in one’s body was overwhelming; a purpose would come to her, right?

Agatha had taken a turn on a dirt path to walk. Not wanting to be around people. Yuck even the word was gross.  

So when she felt magic being cast, her body initially went into a state of panic. Call it PTSD from the road or perhaps the lingering sting of the hex, Scarlet Witch was truly an experience. 

But when Agatha saw it was…purple? Like her purple? That was truly the strange part. Agatha walked off the path following the buzz of magic until she found a gorgeous river and a rather stunning…witch.

Not just any witch, an extremely powerful, breathtaking witch. Agatha watched the way your hair framed your face the sunlight hitting it and all the colors that reflected on your strands, the cute little scar you had. 

Your eyes were closed as you were casting a spell. It was complicated Agatha knew it was, she couldn’t explain why she did. But you were working hard.

But devine goddess, Agatha wanted you to open your eyes to see the color of your irises. She longed to know more about you. 

But that scared her more than words could say. 

For fuck sake, she needed you to keep your eyes closed. This moment lasts longer. You were oblivious to Agatha Harkness witch killer, just ten feet away. Agatha, not for the first time, wished her name didn’t hold so much….blood?

But Agatha’s heart beat sped up. She felt more in her body than she’d been since returning to her solid form.

The magic smelled of lilies of the valley, burnt firewood, and pine. And something so distinctly Nicky that it made Agatha confused. 

Agatha held her breath as your hair fell into your face, tickling your nose. Oh, to be close to you. Agatha could think of nothing more decadent than to move the strand with her fingers behind your ear. 

You sat crisscrossed, barefoot, rings on your fingers as they worked in the air, weaving the magic. 

There was a little RV behind her, it was new in the 80’s maybe. Now it was retro and well-loved. Stickers on the windows. Agatha made out prayer flags in the back window and a tapestry inside that had a huge lavender pentacle. The soft noise of a windchime sounded in the air, it twinkled over the rushing water hitting the rocks.   

Agatha’s eyes fell back to you, like a magnet. An invisible string, the pull is unreliable. Yet it didn’t hurt. Agatha had been so used to hurting Rio and her mother. Loving Nicky as he grew sick. 

Her bones felt like they wanted to move closer, but she kept her distance, afraid to break your concentration. Agatha didn’t know how you’d take a person staring so deeply. 

But fate stepped in, as she often did.

Agatha would swear years later that Nicky was behind it all, that he’d pushed you two together. 

But the creature that did the work today, she cursed in this moment, was a certain rabbit, who jumped out of the RV and hopped towards Agatha.

Agatha’s familiar, falling onto the rocks to pick the rabbit up. She’d been worried when Billy couldn’t find him. Her heart ached for the fuzzy guy. 

“Senior Scratchy?” A gorgeous voice asked. 

Agatha eyes snapped up after scooping up her familiar to see you walking closer. Agatha held her breath. Oh, Lilith’s breath, your eyes were her new favorite color. 

“He doesn’t usually like people.” You say, and Agatha is too stunned to speak. 

Agatha had never heard a smoother, sweeter voice. She decided then and there that she’d listen to you read the warnings on drinking bleach as long as she could hear you speak.

You stared at Agatha, and she didn’t make a noise, not even of acknowledgement. Agatha was thankful you spoke again so it wasn’t too awkward. She was trying to figure out what in the world you said when you met an angel?

“You two must be kindred spirits.” You smile at Agatha, who is not sure where her own voice has gone. Has never experienced a smile like that. Her knees go momentarily weak. 

“Are you from around here?” You continue the one-sided conversation, and Agatha shakes her head, and you look more confused. Stepping closer, Agatha doesn’t release the rabbit, and you don’t break them up. 

Agatha can smell you now, your perfume or is it just you? She tries not to sniff you like an animal. 

Your head falls to the side and Agatha is trying her best to breathe. But how can you be cute and sexy and powerful and and and what the hell? Agatha tries so hard to snap to attention. 

“Are you..I hope this doesn’t offend you. Are you ok? I mean, you look a little… lost?” You tell Agatha, who has never heard truer words. 

Though now that she looks at you, she’s not sure she is lost anymore.

“You don’t talk much huh? Let’s start here,” you held out your hand, and the witches blue eyes dropped down to study it. She recognized the rings, one had tigers eye, another celtic runes, a few moons, but one of them was an old Salem sign. One Agatha hadn’t seen in lifetime. 

Licking her lips, she held the bunny in one arm and couldn’t help herself, she wanted to touch your skin. Just once, just to say she’d touched something heavenly. 

Your hands met, and both of you looked down at the electric feeling. Both experiencing hair raising on your arms. Agatha was quick to retract her hand. 

“Agnes.” She lied. You blinked once, twice, and then the bunny made a little noise. And Harkness swore then and there she’d never give her familiar another treat as long as he lived. 

You looked down and listened to Agatha’s familiar. Smiling softly at the creature. 

“What is that senior scratchy? Huh…Um this boy says your name is..Agatha?” You correct her. And the older witch gulps. But you don’t take offense to her lie. 

“People here called me Agnes.” Agatha tries at an attempt to clarify. 

The moment stays between the two of you. 

Agatha doesn’t know what to do. She just knows that she can’t leave the spot that. She just wants to be in whatever room you are in for as long as she can.  

Agatha is relieved when you keep talking to her.

“Well, I personally think Agatha suits you much better. There was a famous witch who was called that. Seriously, misunderstood, amazing witch…Well, anyway, um, I like Agatha, but I’ll call you whatever you want. Do you have a preference?” You ask her so sweetly that the witch in her new body is floored. 

“Agatha, I prefer Agatha actually.” She says, and you grin at her again. And Agatha doesn’t know why or how you are looking at her like that, but she’ll do whatever she can to see you do it again. 

“Well, Agatha Senior Scratchy is an amazing judge of character. So a friend of his is a friend of mine. I don’t know if you have plans..but I was about to make dinner. And if you are lost, which something tells me you might be. Do you wanna, I don’t know have dinner with me?”

Agatha took a breath, and she tried to count to five before immediately saying yes and seeming entirely too eager. But you panicked by four and Agatha didn’t like that. 

“You don’t have to-”

“No, no I would like that.” Agatha said, and you smiled at her relieved. Agatha smiled back and she wasn’t sure the last time she gave someone a genuine grin…but it made her face hurt. 

You cooked for Agatha that night. And the conversation flowed so easily. Easier than Agatha had ever experienced. It was strange how at ease you put her, and yet so in her body she felt with you. 

Agatha’s magic sparkled under her skin, itching to play with yours. Agatha asked questions about your life. Senior Scratchy nibbled on lettuce as the two of you ate and laughed at each other's stories. 

Watching the sunset together, not knowing it would be the first of many sunsets together. That was the funny thing about fate. 

Agatha put her hands over the small campfire you’d built. The spring nights were chilly, and the two witches didn’t seem to mind. 

The rabbit jumped onto Agatha’s lap, and you were looking up at the night sky. A small lull in the conversation that hadn’t happened yet. 

A comfortable silence nonetheless, something that only comes with two souls knowing each other. 

Agatha stared at you as you gazed into the sky. 

Both of you are holding mugs of tea that you’d made earlier. Agatha had been un-surprised when it had been her favorite flavor. It seemed she was in an alternate dimension, perhaps she hadn’t gotten her body back. Maybe this was a cruel trick of fate. Rio must have made a deal with someone to torment her. 

But as she sipped the tea and heard the crickets in the night, she couldn’t be sure it wasn’t all really happening. 

“Agatha?” You broke her thoughts now, but didn’t look at her, you were making love to the moon with your eyes.  

“Yes?”

Agatha had never seen anyone pay tribute to the moon the way you were in this moment. It was like you were getting strength from her. And she quickly realized why. 

“I know you don’t want to tell me everything, you are sorta keeping a lot to yourself… I mean you are telling me things about you…but not the stuff you are afraid to… I mean, I guess, I know you're a witch, of course. I know you aren’t as old as you look. I don’t need to know it all right now. That’s really ok. I like talking to you a lot. I feel safe with you, and that hasn’t happened in a long time. I think you are funny and witty. Even though you think you are being sarcastic and perhaps a realist. I think it’s all a facade, and you are a big mush. Senior Scratchy doesn’t lie. All of that is..well. I guess I wanted to know, do you want to get lost with me..for a while?” You offered, and at the end, you looked at Agatha. 

The wind moved her dark hair lightly. Like it was pushing her towards you. Urging her to jump two feet in love.

“You don’t even know me,” Agatha answered like it was silly of you. 

“You are a covenless witch. I’m not asking to be your coven. I don’t need a teacher or even a protector. It’s not why I’m asking.” You say, and Agatha feels like a thing too good to be true, always is. 

“So what do you want?”

“Nothing from you.” You say simply, and Agatha isn’t sure she’s ever heard anything so romantic in her whole life. 

“You don’t want anything.” She repeats. 

“No, I’m not asking for your life story. Or trying to win something or steal something. I think I would just like your company. But if that isn’t a fair trade for my own, I understand that, too.” The last part is said sadly. 

Agatha gazes at you and then turns to look at your RV. 

“Will you be leaving soon?” She is angry at how needy she sounds. But you look up at the moon. 

“Not until she tells me to. But my invitation isn’t while I’m in the area. I’m asking if you want to come with me.” You tell the witch seriously. 

“What if I tell you something about myself..and you change your mind?” Agatha tries. 

“What if you change your mind?” You counter now and Agatha bristles, like that was ridiculous. 

“It isn’t a contract. If you get bored of my stories, or are tired of how I make tea. Or more realistically, the vagabond living thing is not your thing…Well then, we’ll talk then. But for now, do you want to get lost for a while?” You offer again, and Agatha looks conflicted.

“You don’t have to answer now, but I do ask you to answer for yourself, not for what you think I want to hear. I suppose whatever we do in this long life, we get a lot of chances. And we also get a lot of firsts. So perhaps this will be the first time you make a decision for just you.” You say, and then look back at the moon. 

Agatha couldn’t believe it. 

That had been two years ago. 

And now she was standing in a new state once again. You were walking over to Agatha, and when you met up with her, you kissed her. Agatha loved this, she loved you. But she hadn’t told you yet. 

It was an accident, a freak accident, that she was constantly amazed by you. 

You’d just hiked to the nearest town to drop off a letter Agatha had written for Billy. Now you were back, and Agatha was relieved. She’d always been nervous when the two of you parted. 

So now that you were back, she could breathe again. Sorta like how she’d learned how to breathe again the second she saw you in the middle of a creek in spring. 

“Aggie?”

“Hmm, baby?” Agatha realized she’d been zoning out again, and you were bringing her back softly into the embrace. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” You gently offered, and Agatha loved that you never pushed her about her demons. You supported her through the nightmares, held her hand on Nicky's birthday when Agatha demanded on picking wildflowers. And never got mad at Agatha when she got snarky. It was like you knew it was an act. That Agatha was scared and trying to start a fight. 

You two were yin and yang. 

You didn’t rise to take the bait. Only gave Aggie space and time to figure out what she needed.

Agatha was standing in the forest deep in thought, and your arms stayed around her waist.

Agatha played with the ends of your hair and decided what to say.

“You’ve never asked me my last name.” She decides. 

“No, I didn’t.” You agree and leave it at that. Agatha understands without asking, you don’t need to know. You aren’t worried about what she’d done, only if she chose to be with you today. 

Today was a powerful thing. 

You both traveled everywhere in that stupid RV. 

Until it broke down in the south, and you were flustered. More flustered than Agatha had seen you in a while. Smoke pillowing out of the hood. As you coughed away.

“My love, it’s all gonna be ok. We’ll just-” Agatha tried to soothe you, and you didn’t let her. 

“It’s the engine block, we are so fucked. Oh fuck oh fuck-”

“Baby-” Agatha tried putting her hands on your arms, but you were shaking and she was getting worried. She looked at you, concerned, and you didn’t need to speak, a new thing between the two of you. 

“Aggie, this isn’t a good place to break down. I was..I was hunted here a long time ago. And I don’t want-fuck.” You tried, and Agatha pulled your body into hers and hugged you tight. 

“I’m not leaving you here, sweetheart. We can walk to the nearest town and get a tow. Or steal a new RV. Whatever we do, no one is going to hurt you. You trust me?” Aggie pulled back so that her eyes bore into yours, and you nodded.

It was painfully hot as you both walked in the sun. Agatha complained in indecent ways to try and make you laugh. She even let you hold Senior Scratchy so that you didn’t get too anxious. 

When you found a diner, you both walked like you’d walked the entire Sahara. Barging in the locals eyed you strangely. 

“No pets.” The waitress who reeked of BO told you. 

“Aggie..” You whispered, but she took her familiar out of your hands. Whispering to the bunny to stay close but out of sight. Opening the door, she let the rabbit run off. 

“It’ll be fine, Angel. We’ll get some food, and then find a mechanic.” Agatha told you, but the hair on the back of her neck was standing up. This was weird, she agreed. 

The waitress pointed to the far booth, and Agatha pushed your lower back and sat you with your back to the door. And she sat opposite so that neither of you had a blind spot. 

“I’m not feeling good about this.” You leaned across the sticky table to say to her. 

It didn’t take long for trouble to find your booth, it seemed. Two hags walked up to your table and stopped. 

“Can we help you?” You ask and Agatha finds it interesting how even in a horrible place like this you can still come across friendly if not uneasy. But they don’t respond in any kindness. 

“You with her.” The hag on the left asks you. 

“Yes, I am.” You answer, and Agatha tries not to feel pride at how quick you are. Neither of you had ever put a label on it.

 But it was love.   

“Fucking witch killer. Harkness, you ain’t got no business in these parts.” The hag on the right says, and Agatha’s body grows tense. She doesn’t look at the old witches, she turns to look at you. Agatha grows nauseous, this was the end of her great love story, it seemed. In a hillbillly diner in the middle of nowhere. She was about to lose the best love she’s ever felt. 

But you don’t bat an eyelash, and Agatha is further confused. 

“We don’t want trouble. We’re just hungry. We’ll eat, pay, and then leave. You’ll never see us again.” You offer, and Agatha tries not to take hope in the fact that you haven’t run away, and used the term ‘we.’ 

“You killed my sister’s whole coven.” The old crone on the left said. Then she raised her hand to cast a bit of yellow from her fingers. But you were faster and you took the water cup, throwing it in the witch on the left to distract her. Before thundering your purple at the dirty casting witch. She flew backwards and her hand turned grey power leaving her body. 

The witch on the left was screaming as you were quick to cast the water to burn like acid. The two cried out, and a younger witch was sprinting towards the booth. You didn’t see the coven member, your back as to the door. 

Agatha was fast, though; her own purple splintered like a vine out and bound the younger witchling. Sort of like an anacado. Squeezing her until she erupted, and blood went everywhere.

“We are not going to eat here.” You say lamely as you both pop up from the booth and head towards the door. 

Agatha has a hand on your back, and it grounds you both. You are about to open the door when Agatha’s head whips around, hearing someone coming in from the back. 

The witch came forward and cast her powers to kill Agatha. It hit her hard, and you screamed out. 

The rays of magic that were hitting Agatha were pink..Until she sighed, her head falling back, and then the purple erupted like mist. Just as quickly as it started, it ended. 

Agatha did what she did best, draining the witch of her powers, and the corpse fell shriveled. Just like Alice and Agatha’s horrid mother. Like she’d done to thousands of witches over the years. 

But this, time, Agatha felt real fear. Turning quickly to look at you, what she hadn’t expected was for you to grab her hand. 

“I got you baby. Come on we gotta find our boy and run before more come, ok?” You say, and you aren’t scared of Agatha. 

But the two of you sprint out of the diner, out of the town, and out into the middle of nowhere. 

Stopping when neither of you can run anymore. You are almost having an asthma attack, and Agatha can’t wait for you both to catch your breath she grabs you and her hands trail over your arms and torso. 

“I’m fine, Agatha.” You tell he,r and she grabs your face. 

“How long did you know?”

“What?” You say confused.

“Did you know the first time we met? Answer me!” Agatha shouts at you, and you flinch. She wasn’t your lover in this moment. 

“Agatha, I didn’t know who you were. I’d heard stories about Agatha Harkness, but I didn’t know it was you. I was born in Salem, of course, there were stories. I didn’t betray you. I didn’t know it was you!” You repeat, and Agatha releases you and she shakes her head, stepping back. 

“Tell me the truth.”

“When you found me in the middle of the woods I was casting a spell.” You say and Agatha nods once for you to continue. 

“I remember.”

“But you never asked what I was casting. Isn’t that weird? We’ve talked about everything but our past and what I cast that day. You never once asked!” You shout back, and Agatha feels her body grow cold. You’d never yelled at Agatha. 

This argument feels long overdue. 

“What did you do?” 

“I cast a spell, I asked for my soulmate. I didn’t actually believe it was real, Agatha! I thought I was going to find another animal a-a familiar, or it wouldn’t work at all! I cast a spell asking for her to come to me. I begged for you. I asked the moon for you. I wanted you so bad. I didn’t know who you were, though. And I didn’t manipulate you with magic, I know that’s what you are thinking!” You spat throwing your hands in the air like it was humiliating. 

“Soulmates, that is the biggest load of shit I’ve ever heard!” Agatha yells at you and she see’s the hurt flood into you. 

“I was lost, and you were lost. And then we weren’t. How do you expain it? How do you explain that both our magic is purple! The same smell and shade! How do you explain that your familiar became mine? And you- in that diner, you syphoned their magic! Right? I used to do that! You know what they called me growing up in Salem? Harkness’s Harlot! Because I killed witches the same way you did! Only I didn’t know and I was..fuck ya know what? Fuck you Agatha Harkness! You don’t want to believe in soulmates, to believe in me? So be it! Forget me then! Go back to your life on the run! We may have been vagabonds traveling, but we weren’t lost! We were home to each other!” You scream into the wood, and Agatha just glares at you. She’s so pissed. “Have a nice life, soulmate.” You say and walk in the opposite direction. 

Agatha doesn’t follow you. 

Agatha stands there unable to move. 

The day quickly becomes night. 

Agatha still doesn’t move an inch. 

Mosquitoes are sitting on her left hand, and she can’t swat at it. 

Did she just lose you? 

To be continued...

[the-internets-girlfriend]

The First Night - George Clarke

George Clarke x Reader

It started with a drink, a smile, and a quiet kind of pull. She didn't know who he was - only that something about him felt like home.

warnings: alcohol consumption,

masterlist x

Chris smirked before Max even finished the sentence as he sat in the podcast room.

"So," Max said, turning to him across the studio, "you've known George for years, live with him. You've gotta have a story. Like... first time he a brough a girl home or something."

Chris barely contained a laugh, "oh, I've got that story."

George gave Chris a look - pleading for him to stop.

But Chris just leaned in. "This was before anyone knew who he really was. Before the recent collabs. He met this girl in a random bar..."

George, across from them, just smiled - now realising it was in fact going to be a good story, one he wanted out for fans to know. His fingers tapped once against the table.

Max grinned. "Go on."

I hadn't meant to stay out that long. A bad day turned in to a missed train, no charger, freezing wind - the perfect combo.

I ducked quickly into the first open bar I saw after leaving work - an attempt to stay out of the cold weather, and the raining beginning to make it's way to central London.

The bar was warm, the lights creating a hue over the bar, and quiet music humming in the background, as groups nestled around small tables chatting.

I order a drink - nothing too fancy, something just to help time go by.

I was halfway through the drink, cheap cider - and pretending to be busy as I fiddle with the coasters sat on top of the bar - when a voice cut in beside me.

"You look like you're trying to convince yourself to like that."

I turn to see him - soft brown hair, easy smile, dark washed hoodie. A little stubble, and a lot cute.

I decide to engage in conversation, hoping for the time to go by quicker as I wait out the rain, "it's not working," I said, nudging the half full glass. "But I've committed now... Well at least until the rain stops."

He gave a toothy grin, "name?" He asked, as he pulled out the leather stool next to me and sat down.

"Y/N."

"I'm George. So what brings you here tonight?"

I gesture to the rain outside and my work bag sat on the ground at my feet. "I worked late, and missed the train so just waiting until the rain disappears before decide my next course of action, what about yourself George?"

"My mates just left," he starts, my faces becoming confused as to why he didn't leave with them, so he continues, "but I was looking at you for a while, and would've hated myself if I didn't come and say hi before I left."

A grin replaces my puzzled look, a faint pink blush rushing to my cheeks.

We continue talking. Nothing too deep - just banter. He was funny, but not loud about it. Kind, but never too polite. Said he worked in "media", whatever that meant, I didn't pry him for answers.

Eventually an hour had passed and the bartender alerting us the bar will be closing soon. I glance out to the rain still pouring outside, and pull out my phone thinking it would be best to call an Uber.

My phone was flat. George takes notice of the black screen on my phone and offers, "I live five minutes away. You want to come back? Just to charge your phone, honestly. My flat's got a ridiculous window view."

I pause, unsure of what to do - he seemed safe and respectful.

He added, "You can leave the second it gets weird."

I smile. "Only if there is a cup of tea in the equation then lead the way."

His flat was a brief walk from the bar - a walk that was shared with giggles and constant banter. The flat looked like three men lived there. It was warm and messy in the way that felt lived-in, not lazy.

As we entered, George took my coat from me and hung it on the coat rack to dry. I admire more of the flat - spotting two guys sat on the couch, of who were both staring at me.

"This is Y/N," George said carefully. "Chris, Arthur." George continues, pointing at the two boys.

The two boys gave a smirk in the direction of George, and I put two together and figure these were his friends from the bar.

"Evening," Chris said, already eyeing George like something was up.

Arthur gave me a polite nod and a smile.

The two boys turned to look at each other, and let out a whisper.

George ignored both of them. "Come on - I'll show you the view then make a cup of tea for you."

I follow George to the other side of the living space, a large window sat centered - an amazing view of London. The lights scattered like gold, the hum of the city distant and soft.

"Okay," I whispered, "I get it, this view is amazing."

He leaned close to me, our shoulders nudging each other. "Told you."

When I glanced at him, he was already looking at me - not in a creepy way, just like.. he was really seeing me.

Then, quietly, he said, "tea?"

I followed closely behind George, a mug of hot tea steaming clutched between my palms. George was taking me to his bedroom, where I would be able to charge my phone and wait for the rain to settle.

As the bedroom door closed behind us, I still felt the eyes of the housemates on me.

George sat his tea on his bedside table and took mine, settling it beside his - like it belonged there. He took a long cord and passed it to me, allowing for my phone to begin charging.

"You can stay as long as you like. No pressure."

I knew my phone would need a while to charge and I nodded. I took a seat on his bed, my back against the headboard as I took my tea and began sipping at it.

I felt the bed dip beside more, and then move again, I saw George standing and making his way to his wardrobe.

"Here, you must be freezing." He passed a grey hoodie, towards me and I took with no argument, wanting to feel the warmth of something other than my tea.

We both now sat on the bed together engaged in conversation - both unsure of the space between us but wanting less space.

After a while, George asks, "want to watch something?" Already reaching to grab the remote.

"Sure," I said. "Whatever you like."

He didn't ask. Didn't listen options. Just was on a mission to find something casual to watch.

The screen blinked to life. The opening swirled in - blue, spinning stars and that familiar, eerie theme.

Doctor Who.

My breath caught - that chord hit lie muscle memory.

George sat up sharply. "Wait - oh god, I can turn it off. I just picked something old and that I love, I didn't think -"

"No!" I said, grinning. "Don't. Are you kidding?"

He blinked. "You... like it?"

I grew up on it. My mum and I used to watch every Saturday. Ten was my Doctor. I cried so hard when he said he didn't want to go."

George visibly relaxed, a smile gracing his lips as he looked down at me. "You're joking."

"I literally has a sonic screwdriver. This is, like... my childhood."

The smile continued to bloom on his face, his face lighting up like a Christmas tree. "You are the coolest person I've met this month!" He exclaims.

He shifted, settling beside me.

And then - soft, unsure - he reached over and pulled the blanket a little tighter around both of us, his arm brushing mine.

"You don't mind?" He asked.

I shook my head. "No. I'm good." I take the next move with shuffling closer to him and leaning my head against his shoulder.

We didn't talk during the first episode. Not much, anyway. Just a few whispered lines, little gasps, shared glances.

But then a second episode started, and we didn't stop it - my phone charging long forgotten, just happy to stay with George.

Halfway through our second episode, he leaned in closer - his breath was felt on my ears as he said, "what was it about Ten that made him your favourite?"

That was it - the start of something.

We kept talking. About favourite episodes. About things we loved that no one else really got. About childhood fears and comfort movies, and what we'd do if we had a TARDIS.

As we spoke, we both moved closer to each other, George even moving his arm I leant against and draping it around me pulling me closer - but he didn't try anything. Just sat with me as we used each other for warmth.

At some point of the third episode, I must have drifted off. I woke hours later to find the lights have been dimmed in the room, a blanket tucked around me, and closing the door softly behind him with two glasses of water in his hands.

"You stayed up for me?' I whisper, taking the offered glass of water from him.

He sat down in the bed, placing his glass beside the empty tea cups. "Didn't want you waking up alone."

The softness in his voice did something to my chest.

So I stayed the rest of the night.

And then I kept staying.

Chris finished the story to the camera with, "we thought she'd vanished by morning. But she didn't, she sat at the kitchen bench with a cup of tea in her hand."

Max leans forward with a grin on his face - already knowing the answer to his question he was about to ask, "so...who was she?"

There's a pause.

George now realises what the plan between Chris and Max was - it started when George mentioned he was finally happy to go full-on public with his relationship, and now realises he has been set up so he can't back out.

George clears his throat.

"She's my girlfriend," he says finally. "Still. Going on one year together."

Chris whoops, and Max claps his hands in amusement.

"Oh, I never would have guessed." Max says, his voice laced with sarcasm.

George gives him a look. "Max you have literally met Y/N, I've just been set up by Chris telling the story." He says, with a chuckle.

Chris and Max go on to tease George.

George just smiles.

And somewhere, I'm listening to podcast once released - and still wearing that same hoodie I was given over a year ago.

I hope you all enjoyed this little one-shot. The idea came to mind when I was rewatching Doctor Who last week, and obviously is inspired by when Chris reveals the first time George bought a girl home.

See you next time,

mwah x

[ayoooooooooooooooooo]

Caretaker burst into the room, ignoring Brawn's hisses to shut the fuck up and other colorful language. They personally did not give a shit at the moment, even though they really, really should. Everything hinged on this, but that was the problem. They couldn’t be careful when Whumpee had been missing for over a week.

A week, 8 days to be specific, of not knowing. 8 days of imagining the worst possible outcomes. They could be hurt, or dead, or cold, or alone, or tortured, or–

They were there. Right there.

Caretaker could almost cry. They probably did, if just a little, as they rushed to their teammate strung up on the wall like one of those butterfly displays. Not with needles, thank god, but with shackles that were clearly way too tight. They were dark and grimy, covered in dirt and rust and–

And blood.

“Whumpee,” they said, or screamed, or whispered. It didn’t matter, it was out, and they needed their friend to respond to it, to look up at their own name.

They didn’t. Caretaker's ears began to ring. They closed the already short distance between them, carefully cradling the little one's face. Whumpee would usually object to being called such a thing, and Caretaker hoped with all they had that they would do so once more.

“Whumpee? Whumpee, hey–hey, look at–look at me–”

Their words were garbled and rushed, tripping over each other as their mouth refused to work under such fear. But they needed it to work, needed to speak to their best friend, needed them to just look up at them.

They did, and Caretaker almost collapsed in relief. Then grief.

Their eyes, usually a bright, clear color now appeared gray with how dim they were. They were covered in blood, a lot getting on Caretaker's hands now that they were regaining some feeling in them. They couldn’t tell where it was all coming from–their face was so fucking swollen–but they could trace a lot of it to a nasty cut on their lower lip. That would need stitches, the thought reminding Caretaker that they were the medic and should probably get their shit together.

They couldn’t pull away, though. It was like if they let go, Whumpee would slip away forever. They needed to hold them, to touch them, to make sure they were still warm, still breathing, still alive. Their eyes were glazed, but they sharpened slightly after a too-long moment of staring blankly ahead.

And then.

“I didn’t say anything, I didn’t, please you have to–” their words were even more fragmented than Caretaker's had been, their voice cracking horribly at the end before they sucked in a gasping breath. “You have to believe me!”

“What–” Caretaker said without thinking because this was so far out of what they had expected. What they had expected being anger, mostly. They had been with Whumpee when the mission went south, they were supposed to protect the younger one, they had failed. Why was Whumpee asking them to believe them?

They glanced back at Brawn and Leader, looking away from their teammate for the first time since spotting them. The stoic fighter looked uncharacteristically shaken while Leader had turned their head to look away.

Whumpee was still sobbing, so Caretaker looked back at them, forcing their trembling hands to still, to hold their little one with the steadiness that they deserved.

“What are you talking about, Whumpee?” they whispered, not trusting their voice not to crack if they tried to speak any louder.

Whumpee didn’t say anything else, though, instead gasping and sobbing in the throes of a panic attack. This Caretaker was expecting.

“Hey, hey, it’s ok, you’re ok, breathe, just like me, yeah?”

They blinked away tears as Whumpee didn’t even acknowledge their words, mumbling incoherently between shuddering gasps. Wilbur thought they might be saying I’m sorry, but they didn’t want to think about that, so they shoved it out of their mind. They needed Whumpee to breathe, but they didn’t think they had the emotional strength to try to talk them down for who-knows-how-long. Didn’t have the strength to watch them pass out because they weren't good enough.

What to do, what to–

They noticed with a stab to the heart that Whumpee's arms were held up parallel to the ground, feet dangling a good couple feet from the floor. The cross position–of course they couldn’t fucking breathe–they cursed under their breath, whirling around to their teammates again, this time with a clearer mind.

“Help me cut them down!” they shouted, and the other two immediately clung to the direction. Something to do, anything to do was better than waiting around watching Whumpee have a panic attack. There was nothing worse than doing nothing, after all.

Brawn approached on one side armed with their axe, while Leader took the other with their sword. They both began sawing at the metal. It didn’t look too thick, but it was tight on Whumpee, so if they went too fast, they risked cutting their injured teammate.

Feeling a bit useless, Caretaker reached for their own sword before noticing Whumpee's shirt. It was a white button-up Leader had gotten them for winter holidays, Whumpee joking about how the old-timer just wanted them in a stuffy, lame outfit. Despite their taunts, it had become a part of their rotation, and Caretaker had a feeling Whumpee wouldn’t have taken so well to it if it hadn’t been Leader giving it to them.

The fabric had been white the day Whumpee got it.

A little grayed the day of the mission.

Completely red now.

Swallowing down bile, Caretaker went into doctor-mode. It was the only reason they were able to do their job while working with people so close to them. They carefully undid their teammate's shirt, trying not to think too hard about the missing buttons near the neckline. They gently pulled the fabric away from Whumpee's skin, wincing when they let out another stream of agonized apologies when shirt and flesh stuck together.

They reached into their bag, retrieving a clean handkerchief and using it to wipe away all the excess blood.

Well. They tried to, at least.

As soon as Caretaker touched bare skin, Whumpee's eyes widened to the size of saucers, and they began thrashing violently. They were still hyperventilating, but their words were clearer as they sobbed for the team to believe them.

“I didn’t say anything!” they repeated like that was the fucking issue. Caretaker knew it was true, even though they couldn’t give two shits if it hadn’t been, but every time they tried to tell Whumpee that, they were cut off with another broken plea. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry–please don’t–please don’t hurt me!”

They recoiled, hot tears finally streaming down their own face at the words. Leader had gone still while Brawn was sawing even faster, expression unreadable.

“Whumpee–” Wilbur whispered, hand going white as they clutched their blood-stained handkerchief as tight as they could.

“Please–please! I’m sorry!”

Whumpee was screaming now, and they all winced at the volume. This was supposed to be a stealth retrieval. They might be able to escape even if they were caught, but it would be a hell of a lot harder.

“We have to keep them quiet,” Leader said, and it took Caretaker several seconds too long to process the words over Whumpee's shrieks. Once they did, they stiffened, staring at their leader with a growing anxiety. Their face was ashen, and Caretaker knew they shouldn’t be angry, but they couldn’t help it.

“What’re you saying?” they spat, forcing themself to fold the handkerchief up. This wasn’t the time for assessment. They needed to slow the bleeding before–

Before.

Brawn broke through their shackle first, Leader picking up the pace to finish a few minutes after. Caretaker and Brawn both caught Whumpee before they could even fall an inch, lowering their wailing teammate to the floor. They were shivering, and now Caretaker could feel just how fucking cold Whumpee was.

They tried to shush them soothingly, but it came out too desperate, too harsh. They wanted to hug them, wanted to fix them, wanted to take all the pain away, but they had a job. They allowed themself a few stolen seconds to rub circles into their back before digging into their bag and retrieving actual bandage rolls.

“Gag them,” Leader said, and Caretaker's head jerked up, mouth going dry. Leader wasn’t looking at them. They were looking at the wall, although Caretaker had a feeling they weren't really doing that either. “Or get them to shut up. We don’t need them giving away our position to Whumper.”

The words were harsh and cold, although Caretaker knew they had to be to even get out. Brawn hesitated for only a moment before reaching into Caretaker's bag and pulling out a tourniquet cloth, gently tying it around Whumpee's head even as they panicked more at the movement.

They began struggling again, but they were so weak it didn’t do much good. Caretaker doubted they could escape Brawn even at full strength. Swallowing thickly, they shakily wrapped the most egregious wounds while Leader and Brawn both looked away.

***

It took them another half hour to escape the base. Caretaker found themself wishing Whumpee to pass out, as horrible as it sounded. At least then they wouldn’t be in so much pain. Whenever Caretaker looked down at them, gray eyes shone with fear and betrayal. So they stopped looking down.

“I’m sorry,” Caretaker whispered once they were out of the base, running otherwise silently through the dark night. They didn’t know if Whumpee could hear them, could understand, could care at this point, but there was nothing else to say.

And there was nothing worse than doing nothing.

“We’ll get you better, I promise.”

They had to. If they didn’t…

They had to.

Ummm something with the team finally finding whumpee and untying them.

Whumpee repeating "I didn't break, I swear I didn't, I didn't tell them anything, I didn't," while sobbing.

It's true, whumpee didn't tell them anything, but all that caretaker cares about now is trying to calm whumpee down before they bleed out even more.

A Messy Rescue

whumpee slumped over until caretaker grabs their face, desperate to see if they're still conscious

wide eyes and split lip-- a flash of recognition-- and before caretaker can assure them that its all going to be okay, whumpee panics

"I didn't say anything, I didn't, please you have to--" their sentences fragment as they gasp for air. "You have to believe me!"

At first, the team is horrified that this is whumpee's recognition. They feel sick. One teammate turns away, unable to stand it. Unable to watch. It's wrong.

Caretaker snaps out of it first. "Help me cut them down!" Then, they notice whumpee's blood drenching through their once-white shirt

As the team works to free whumpee's wrists from the shackles, Caretaker frantically tries to assess the damage. But whumpee keeps thrashing, jerking out of reach and flinching at their touch.

Alternating between, "I didn't say anything!" and "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry- please don't-- please don't hurt me!"

The teammates all have these grim expressions, mouths in a thin line

A fluttering horror is embedded in caretaker's chest-- this is so much worse than they could have imagined

Even better if Leader, with real pain in their voice, says "We have to keep them quiet."

Caretaker pulls away for a second, hands half-full of bandages. "What're you saying?"

Leader breaks through the last bit of metal and whumpee slumps to the floor, shivering uncontrollably. Caretaker places one hand protectively on their back, rubbing up and down. They don't stop crying. Leader looks away. "Gag them. Or get them to shut up. We don't need them giving away our position to Whumper"

Carrying a gagged and sobbing whumpee out of the building, caretaker can't look them in the eyes. They keep whispering how sorry they are, but they have no idea if whumpee can even hear them or cares. It feels like betrayal, but they can only hope it was worth it.

"We'll get you better, I promise."

[blurrypictures]

It’s a Sunday, and I want to go to church. I know exactly why I’m not going. The wanting won’t go away.

I’m embarrassed. I shouldn’t want to go. It’s humiliating to be a queer person who wants to be Mormon. To love something so deeply, and to know that it will never love me back. Despite everything, the church feels like home. I’m desperate for it, even though it’s obvious that the church doesn’t want me.

Because he’d be there, in his purple tie. He always gives the best hugs. I could use a good hug today. He came with me when I had to step out of sacrament meeting, when it was too much for me. He sat with me in the foyer, stayed with me while I cried.

She’d be there, in her black boots. I think she’s giving a talk today. I miss the smile she’d give from the pulpit, like the next thing she said would be specifically for me. I bet her talk is about the Christ she believes in, the one who loves everyone so fiercely. When she talks about Him, I believe in Him too.

She’d be there, in her flowy, handmade dress. She’d save me a seat so I didn’t have to sit alone. She would catch my eye and we’d try to hold in laughter when a speaker said something stupid. Or we’d share an annoyed look when a speaker said something bigoted.

But he’d be there, buttoned up in his suit and tie. I imagine he’d tell me that he missed seeing me at church. But I can only think about the interview when I came out to him. He offered to set me up with LDS family services, so that I could get therapy to fix it. He’d probably say he didn’t mean it that way if I asked him.

And she’d be there, in a dress from her mission or something like that. I’ll admit I’ve never actually met her before. But she’s texted me a lot. She invited me to the temple, because I was on a list of “endowed sisters.” I told her that I’m not allowed to have a temple recommend as a trans person. She kept texting me, inviting me to a myriad of other relief society activities. I asked her to stop texting me.

And they won’t be there. I wish I could describe them. But they stopped going long before I did. I wish so badly I could make the church a safe place for them, even more than I wish I could make it safe for me. I don’t know if they ache to be there the way I do. Probably not. I’d feel their absence anyway.

But most of all, that will be there. That oppressive weight of knowing I’m not wanted. I’ve felt it my whole life, and it has become unbearable. No matter what, the church does not want me. No matter if my friends hug me, or smile at me, or laugh with me, or save me a seat. No matter who loves me. And I love them too. I love them with my entire heart. But I can’t keep engaging with an organization that hurts me like this. I don’t want to be where I’m not wanted.

It’s a Sunday, and I want to go to church. I could go put on my nice clothes right now and still make it in time.

[syluslvrgirl]

butler!zayne

note: bulter!zayne and fem!reader, heavily inspired by cat zayne in his outfit! a soft drabble because the zayne girlies (me included) deserve it T-T

butler!zayne calls you "princess" or "miss" and tends to your every need, definitely a very 'your wish is my command' type. he lives to serve you and make you happy, always waiting on you hand and foot. half the time you don’t even need to call for him if you need help, it’s like his butler senses tingle right when you need him and he’s in front of you within seconds.

butler!zayne who despite only being a few years older than you is always scolding you for putting yourself in dangerous situations or getting hurt, but he will always patch you up no matter what. he’s soothing you as he puts antiseptic on your cuts or icing your sprains.

butler!zayne who will use his evol for you during the summer so you'll always be able to keep cool. your neck is feeling too warm? a large snowball coming up! and yes he’s still trying to learn how he can keep his evol on constant so he can be your personal ac (not just because you said you’d latch onto him all summer if he could do that)

butler!zayne is the first to congratulate you on any big achievement; bringing you flowers, a sweet treat, whatever else your heart desires! he’s pulling you into a side hug, taking lots of photos and telling you “congratulations sweetheart I’m so proud of you”.

butler!zayne who held you and stroked your hair when that ugly behemoth of a man ripped your heart to shreds. telling you that man never deserved you and he vows to protect you and your heart. so when that same man appears in front of you, looking scared shitless, sweating buckets, profusely apologising and saying he didn't deserve you, you have a little inkling that zayne must've done something.

butler!zayne despite denying what he may or may not have done in order to get that man to apologise to you, only smiles and offers you a pat on the head as you're trying to pester him about it. all he answers is "don't worry about it". that man would do anything to ensure your safety and happiness.

butler!zayne whose love language is very clearly acts of service and doting words of affirmations, but he wishes you would understand that and see past the fact that he's your butler!! these acts of services' may be part of his job but he does it with love because he's doing it for you.

so butler!zayne is absolutely thrilled when you finally reciprocate his feelings. you tell him how much you've fallen for him, all that he's done for you and how he's always been there for you no matter what. the way you're slightly blushing and avoiding his eyes, pulls at zayne's heartstrings and he can't help but pull you into a big hug, telling you that he's been waiting so long for this and that you've made him the happiest man in the world. plus he knows he's already won your parents over with the amount of times they talk about how they wouldn't mind zayne being the one you settle down with, since he's just so good at taking care of you and the perfect son-in law.