#someone throws something at him and he lifts his hand and catches it without looking. He pulls his hand back down

[canary-song]

What if The Spider God has (at least from Pete's perspective) tangibly "helped" him in fights before.

Like, his Spideysense is good and he's damn quick, but sometimes not quick enough, and he's felt this tug before that's pulled him just out of the way of a gunshot, a knife, to behind walls so he isn't spotted by police, and he can see this spiderweb thread briefly bound to him, puppeting him, like a marionette only loosely given control.

And then it's gone. He rubs at where it was tied to him, and there's nothing there. Is he sure of what he saw?

[rxzennia]

hibernation/ brumation

– tales of the voracity pathstrider

✎𓂃 winter dormancy.

in his five years of being your boss, aventurine hasn’t ever seen you send in a request for leave. but here he is, staring at your application for a month-long vacation.

a month? isn’t that a little too long?

you didn’t even stick a little comment about where you’re going or what’s happening, dammit! he wants to know so bad, but he feels like he’ll either overstep his boundaries or come off as clingy if he asks.

he’ll approve it, of course!

he wants you to not hate your job, and part of being a good boss is letting his subordinates take the leaves they’re entitled to

and you deserve a nice, long break, anyway

but the curiosity is killing him inside. what will you be doing? will you still hang around the IPC?

he really, really wants to barge into your office and wrench an explanation out of you

and also, how dare you try to take leave right into the holidays! rude

he wanted to take you out to dinner! to fancy places! he was prepared to have a schedule full of you!

totally not dates or his attempts to spoil you

he totally isn’t thinking of doing it so that you’ll spoil him in return

he’s found out that you respond to him if he rants at you

and that you get very soft and careful with him if he presses the right buttons

he digs that so much it’s unreal

there’s something about having you, of all people, treat him tenderly

perhaps because he’s seen firsthand what kind of monster hides in your scarf

or… what kind of monster hides beneath your silent, icy exterior

it just hits different when someone like you treat him so gently

and he knows for a fact that you’ll never abuse that power you have

he absolutely loves that. 100%.

“guess who’s here!” aventurine announces as he enters your office without so much as a knock, “hard at work, my favorite secretary?”

“out, please.” you hiss, sparing him barely a glance from your computer, “i’m concentrating.”

since when did your complaints stop him

he saunters over and sits himself on your armrest anyway

your scarf lift him up and set him down on the couch opposite to you

he finds his way back to your chair

you put him on the couch again

he comes back to your armrest

is he a cat obsessed with a particular box (namely, your chair) or something

you give up

“what is it?” you relent, scooting over so he can fit onto your seat, too, albeit barely

this man does not hesitate to invade your personal space

“where are you going for a month, hmm?” he asks with a playful smile, “can’t even tell me?”

oh, so that’s what this is about

but why is he resting his face in his hand and looking at you like he’s trying to flirt?

“hibernation.” you keep typing without giving aventurine much of a reaction, “not exactly, but close. brumation.”

wait. wait, what?

it doesn’t take a genius to know that aventurine is currently flabbergasted. “you… hibernate? like sleep hibernate?” 

“no, i hibernate awake.” you mumble sarcastically, but he catches it even if your words are muffled

“c’mon, i’m just checking!” he throws his hands in the air as if protesting your attitude

“yes, i sleep, for the most part.” you scoot over a little more and lift him up, setting him down in your lap. “but i’ll be awake here and there.”

you rest your head on top of his and continues to work, effectively caging him in

he realizes you’re much more like a snake than he thought

not in an alarming way

you’re coiling around him, but, like, in a friendly danger noodle way

“will you?” he chuckles; maybe his plans aren’t entirely foiled, after all, “for how long?”

you look at him. “a few minutes up to an hour?” 

you’re only getting up for water and/or changing sleeping positions

never mind, his plans to try to spoil you is, in fact, foiled

he pouts. he had the entire thing planned out already! all five days that you’ll be off!

he looks like a kid who’s about to buy the last donut but you beat him to it and buy the donut right in front of his eyes.

“you can visit.” you say, and you see him light up almost immediately. 

though, you don't think there’s much worth visiting, but whatever makes him happy

when aventurine visits you during your well-deserved vacation, he’s pleasantly surprised. you’re sleeping so peacefully, despite the fact that you usually rarely sleep at all.

you’re curled up into half a ball under your blankets and your scarf

and letting out little snores

is this what you look like when you’re asleep? 

so adorable. if only you’d let him see it often…

but he doesn’t know the frequency of your brumation period

as far as he knows, it’s once in five years, but he has no idea if it’s more than five years

you’re not covering your face, either

aeons, he loves seeing your unobscured face

you’re so beautiful under your scarf

especially the patches of scales along your neck, they glitter in white gold under the light

he wishes you wouldn't try to cover them up

during your entire month, he’s going to be in your room whenever he’s free

he will totally try to sleep next to you at night

what? it’s not like you haven’t shared a bed before!

it’s just that you’ve never been asleep by each other's side!

you will cuddle into him if he tries to hold you

and you will get fussy if he tries to get out of the hug

if only you were as honest when you’re awake

aventurine has been trying to catch you in your small conscious windows, but he’s having not much luck with that. though, this isn’t exactly a gamble, so “luck” might not be the right word here.

he’s so busy; he’s drowning in work 

your temporary replacement isn’t very good at their job

or maybe he’s just used to the way you do things and now everything feels wrong

he wants you back already 

because nowadays he barely has an hour to spend with you apart from bedtime

he hates it

what do you mean by he can’t sit next to your sleeping form while he signs papers?

horrible, very horrible

but eventually he does catch you when you’re awake

you’re drowsy and you’re dragging your blankets and your scarf with you around your room

the cutest thing he’s ever seen in a long while

he watches as you clumsily pour yourself some water, spilling some on the table because you can’t line up the jug and the glass properly

and he watches as you sluggishly flop onto your couch after you’ve downed the water

“had enough of the bed?” he asks, sitting down next to you and brushing a few strands of hair away from your face

“hnnnnnngh,” you grumble and turn to face away from him, you just want to go back to sleep

then you remember this is your boss’s voice

and you reluctantly mumble, “it’s too warm…”

do you even know what you’re saying? you’re melting his heart

“oh, that so? it’s too hot over there?” aventurine snickers softly, his hand caressing your face, the cool fabric of his glove making you sigh in delight. “you’re so lovely.”

he recognizes the amount of trust you have in him to let him visit you when you’re sleeping, and it’s doing things to his stomach. you’re so lazy, so barely aware of your surroundings, but you trust him to be around you while you are in this state.

there is an urge, and he acts on it. he nuzzles against your cheek, rubbing your noses together and planting a small kiss on your forehead. he’s been dreaming of holding you like you’re his greatest treasure, but he’s never mustered up the courage to do it. 

maybe someday he will tell you, and then he’ll be allowed to adore you openly the way he’s always wanted to.

“my favorite snake,” he whispers to himself, feeling a shudder of affection throughout his bones, “sleep well. i’ll look forward to taking you out when you rise.”

[nsharks]

bleeding blue | apocalypse au

part ten —other parts

pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader words: 2.3k tags: death. blood. zombies of course. AFAB reader. single dad ghost. there will be sex but it isn't here yet. slow burn!!! enemies to lovers. summary: After losing your companions, you run into a skull-masked man and his daughter. They are your last hope for survival. a/n: this chapter kicked my butt. thanks for the patience~

An ear-splitting gunshot bites the ground near your boot, close enough to feel the heat simmer through the worn leather. It takes everything in you not to freeze in terror. You grab Blue and run. 

Adrenaline kicks into high gear once again, but with her dead weight and your lack of strength, you know you can't get far. You manage to tumble behind a stack of rusted bins just as another round fires. 

Blue clings to you. "He's following us!"

Your heart sinks as your fingers reach for your bow— you left it.

"Give me your gun," you sputter quickly.

She shoves the unfamiliar weapon in your hands. A tremble consumes your body as you peek over the barrel to find your target. For a second, you see your attacker as he passes by one of the jeeps. A young man no older than yourself. 

Without hesitation, you close an eye and go for his heart, but the bullet grazes the top of his shoulder with a spray of blood. Used to a bow, you aimed too high.

He barks out a swear and then lifts his rifle in retaliation. Before he can shoot, a Grey bursts through the window of the jeep, clamping down on his neck. His throat turns to gore. The gun falls from his grip as screams of pain quickly turn to muffled groans.

Relief and horror pound through your veins. That was close. Too close. You have to get Blue out of here. But how—

There is no chance to decide. Suddenly, she screams again. You whip around to meet the slash of a long knife and the flush of cold air as your coat is torn. Someone has snuck up behind you. You fumble with the gun but the attacker knocks it out of your hand, then fists your hair hard enough to make your scalp burn. It happens so fast. You can't even get a good look at him— only the wild stare of his eyes and the strength of his stature. Whoever these people are, they are certainly better fed than that man in the woods.

You thrash against him, hurling saliva at his face. Apparently, he didn't expect that because he hisses, "Fuck."

You use the distraction to grab your own knife, the only weapon on you, and blindly drive it into the taut muscle of his thigh. He howls, letting go of your hair, and you slip away just enough to dodge the next swipe of his blade.

The fight is short-lived. You've grown stronger, but not enough to fight a man. He is skilled and bulky. Your attempts to hit him are futile. His knife catches you in the forehead, sending a curtain of blood down your face, and he grabs hold of your hair once again.

"Gonna cut your throat first," he murmurs, low and gravelly. "Then your little lamb's."

He will kill you. Then her. You can't let him. You won't. Something animalistic takes hold of you. You do the only thing left you can think of— bite. Hard. The sickening taste of human flesh and hot blood fills your mouth as you rip out a chunk of his nose.

"You bitch!" 

He clutches his oozing face. Blue shouts at you, her finger jutting toward something— the Grey. Done with its first meal, it draws toward the scent of fresh blood. Before your attacker can recover, you throw all your weight at him, which isn't much, but it is enough to make him lose his footing and veer into the Grey's path. It grabs hold and sinks another bite into his face.

Suddenly, two more gunshots ring out. One to the Grey's head, and the other through the man's eye. Both bodies flop dead to the ground. Before you can panic, a wild-eyed Ghost returns in long strides. 

"Blue!" he bellows. 

"Dad!" she yells back.

He heads straight for her, quickly dipping down to check her bandaged leg and search for any other wounds. Fear has forced her eyes to stay open, her body stiff and alert. There is a wet stain at the crotch of her jeans. 

"They tried to kill us," she cries.

“I'm here, baby. I won't leave you again.”

You wipe the blood off your face and glance around, panting so hard your lungs hurt. The air reeks of carnage and gunpowder, but the firing has ceased. 

"They attacked us," you speak in a raw shout. “Two of them. Did you— Are the rest gone?"

He nods. "Could be more nearby. Let's get out of here before we find out."

He slings the rifle over his shoulder and scoops up Blue without an ounce of the effort it took for you to do so. 

He moves fast. Retrieving your bow, you push hard to keep up with him. 

Twilight tints the sky purple. You make it past the fence and zig-zag through the medical tents when movement catches your eye again.

"Ghost, to the right!" you scream.

You knock an arrow onto the string, aiming for the distant figure. But the movement multiplies, more shadows lurking towards you with uneven gaits. Not people. Greys. The realization forms a pit in your stomach.

"They can fucking smell us," you choke out. 

"Hit the faster ones!"

Arrow after arrow, you aim for the ones that move with the stamina of a more recently infected. To your right. To your left. Ghost carries Blue with one arm and shoots with his handgun. More and more crawl out like cockroaches, no doubt catching a whiff of the blood that stains all three of you. 

Two built like linebackers run wildly up to Ghost from either direction. He shoots one, while the other grabs him by the shoulder. You launch an arrow at its skull, your aim more precise now that you're not shooting bullets, and it lets go of him with a squeal. 

When the trees grow thicker, it becomes harder to see them. Despair pushes a cry up your throat when you slap a hand back to your quiver and feel two arrows left. 

A slippery mix of mud and leaves suddenly takes you down to the ground, your knees landing on a hard tree root. You swear under your breath, fumbling to get back up, when a Grey you hadn't noticed behind you lunges on top, slamming you back down. Pain shoots through your ribs as you frantically roll around, thrusting a forearm against its throat to avoid its opened mouth and kicking your knees into its chest. Then, a fiery bullet lodges into its forehead, the Grey going limp on top of you with a splatter of brains and coagulated fluid. 

"Get up, Twix!" Ghost barks. 

You shove the body off and scramble to your feet, legs feeling like jelly, but you force them to keep running. 

You whip a brief look behind you. 

"There's too many— I'm almost out of arrows!" 

"The river," Ghost throws over his shoulder. "Those fucks can't swim."

You realize his idea when the roar of water greets your ears. Ghost doesn't hesitate to sprint onto the rusty rebar, slipping his gun away to hold Blue with both arms. 

You follow behind, forcing your eyes on the bank ahead as you slow down to keep balance. All you have to do is get across and the river will take care of the rest. Heartbeats pound in your skull, each step requiring an unfathomable amount of focus that you struggle to muster. You're about halfway there when you hear the splash of Greys falling in, and a brief glance below causes your footing to falter. 

This time you fail to grab the beam.

Cold water envelops you like a million needles.

A mouthful of water burns down your throat, and for a moment, you can't move. Can't breathe. Everything spins around you. It's not until your feet collide with something hard - the bottom of the riverbed - that your brain registers what's happening and you kick out to propel yourself up. 

You break the surface for a gulp of air before the current pulls your head back under. Your arms flail around in search of something to grab. Just when you latch onto what feels like a log, a hand seizes your ankle with a hungered screech. You slam your foot back, over and over, more water filling your mouth as you struggle to kick the Grey and hold on at the same time.

Finally, the rotten skull caves in and the current sucks it away. With your leg freed, you haul yourself up the log toward the edge of the river. You begin climbing up the cliffside, using the twisted roots as footholds, your hands digging into caked soil. You're almost to the top, but you feel numb and weak. So weak. You can't find anything else to grab. The wet sole of your boot begins to slip.

"Grab on!"

A gloved hand stretches down. Ghost is crouched above, Blue now on his back so can he lean over. You grip his hand and he pulls you up, until you collapse on the ground, wet and shivering. 

You cough up water and bile. 

"Bloody fucking hell.” 

It's been a while since you've thought about dying. You've made it this far, instinct always taking the reins and pushing you onward. But now, as the reality of the cold, wet clothes clinging to you sets in, you consider asking Ghost to just shoot you. It would be quicker than freezing to death, and a much better fate than drowning or turning Grey. At least you know Blue will be safe now.

Before you can form the words, you hear the shuffling of fabric. A jacket, a beanie. Set on the ground beside you.

"Take off your clothes. Put these on."

The rest turns into a dream. You don't remember putting the clothes on, or standing up and moving your heavy limbs. You don't remember getting to the hunter's cabin, but the next thing you know, you are curled up on the floorboards beside a small fire, inhaling the musky smell of Ghost's oversized jacket, with the blanket you brought tucked around your bare legs. You don't feel cold anymore. Your head pounds. You can hear the steady rhythm of your heart, slow but present. Behind you somewhere, Ghost tends to Blue. You know this because you hear him whisper to her as her sobs are muffled by biting onto a shirt. Amelia, Amelia, he says to her. A name you've never heard before. He must be cleaning the wound, the pain of it causing her to thrash and kick. Then, the sounds fade, and you know she is asleep. 

When your eyes finally tear away from the flames, you spot Ghost hunched over, lifting up his shirt. Dark blood and ink stain pale skin. 

"You were shot?" 

His eyes snap up. He regards you for a moment, and it is now you notice that most of the white of his mask has been stained with red from his kills. 

"Knife," he says.

You don't know why you offer, or why he silently accepts. Somehow you end up knelt beside him, your cracked fingertips cleaning the puncture wound in his torso without a single word exchanged. It's not deep enough to need stitches. You clear the blood and dab on antiseptic. The only sign he feels any pain is the flex of corded muscles beneath your touch and the occasional sharp inhale through the mask. His skin is oddly warm, a temperature that does some to ease the tension in your muscles.

When you're done, you roll the shirt back down. He doesn't say thank you, not that you expected him to. 

You break the silence with a voice that barely hovers above a whisper. "You could've let me freeze."

His brows lower. "You could've let them kill her."

"I would never do that." When he doesn't respond, you glance at her sleeping form. "She's okay?"

"Just a graze," he confirms.

"She lost quite a bit of blood. She might need a few days to rest."

Your gaze shifts back to his. You quietly add, "Did you recognize them? Were they a part of the military?" 

"Maybe. Their gear was. Didn't know them, though."

"Why did they try to kill us?"

He gives you a look. Of course. He tried to kill you for the same reason once.

"They have a camp nearby," you murmur the answer, more to yourself than to him. "Something to protect."

He gives a slow nod, then moves to grab his rifle and a hoodie to slip on in place of the thick SAS jacket he lent you. As he moves to the door, you realize what he plans to do. Keep watch.

You slip the beanie off and run your fingers over the cut on your brow when he says something just before leaving.

"For someone who once asked me to kill them, you fight hard to survive, Twix."

You don't know what to say. Just hours ago, you almost asked him to kill you again.

There's a beat of silence and then, "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Do you fight so hard."

A breath sticks in your throat, and you stare at the floor. You're not sure why he is asking this, or why the answer is so hard to give.

"I... I don't know."

With that, he leaves. You watch the fire turn to dark embers. The faded adrenaline has left you with a fatigue you have grown familiar with. If you weren't so tired, maybe you would still be scared, your mind filled with fresh memories of gore and death and screaming. But you fall asleep quickly, scooting beside Blue and sinking into the warmth of his jacket. 

[disneyprincemuke]

best years * fem!driver

growing up in a predominantly male environment, she only ever had two friends she could count on. this is what it was like growing up with oscar and logan.

pairings: oscar piastri x fem!driver, logan sargeant x fem!driver

warnings: -

notes: this was so hard to write for no reason

(series masterlist) | (📂 pre-formula 1)

2013

she leans against the wall behind her, fingers nervously picking at the skin around her nails. she’s the only girl in yet another karting race.

around her are countless boys excitedly greeting their friends, some of whom they have not seen in months from the long break. they would only spare her a quick glance before forming their own circles and talking amongst themselves.

she simply sighs and fishes for her phone in her back pocket. she will just pretend to text blythe, who is all the way back home, hours from where she is.

sure, she had plenty of girl friends from karting when she was growing up. but amidst puberty and coming into their own, her friends had simply moved on to other hobbies and interests — one that didn’t involve pouring your heart and soul onto the race track.

so there she stands, all by herself in the corner.

she feels a presence next to her, prompting her to lift her head. there stands a boy with sandy brown hair and his arms folded over his chest. who she will come to later know as oscar. but not just yet.

beside him is another boy, bright blue eyes with dirty blonde hair. they’re engaged in a conversation, paying no mind to the girl sending several messages to her younger sister without a response.

“okay, gather up, please!”

she would wind up making it into the top 30 that race.

“hey, you made it into top 30!” her mother engulfs her in a tight hug and sways side by side. “i’m so proud of you! you did so well!”

“thank you,” she giggles, pulling back slightly to catch some air. her hand reaches around the older woman’s body to wipe the sweat from her top lip. “are we still getting pizza after this?”

her father laughs, throwing his head back. “you never forget a promise, kid.”

“of course!” she cheers, jumping up as she claps her hands. “can i get a hawaiian pizza?”

“absolutely,” her mother beams, squeezing her on the chin followed by another hug.

she sighs and throws her head back, appreciating the sun that barely burns her skin. she scratches her head and gathers up her hair to pull it into a ponytail.

looking around, she locks eyes with somebody — the same boy from earlier with the sandy brown hair. he’s got the most charming smile, sending it her way along with a thumbs up.

blood rushes to her cheeks as she returns him a thumbs up and a courteous nod.

then he turns away, whisked away by his parents.

2014

“you’re only saying that cause i beat you on the track again,” she answers nonchalantly with an eyeroll. she folds her arms over her chest, scanning the boy head to toe. “it’s okay to lose to girls sometimes. it’s rare, i know, yet here i am.”

“an absolute fluke,” the boy scoffs at her, cheeks red in frustration and fists clenched by his side. “my dad says there’s no space for girls on the racetrack.”

“oh, really? say that to my top 10 finish and you barely making the cut,” she spits, anger lacing every word. “loser.”

his jaw drops. “hey, take that back!”

“bite me,” she grins, “you loser.”

his arm is barely able to land a hit on her shoulder when he stumbles back, a bigger figure blocking her from the frustrated kid. she barely flinched, now shocked at the something that separated her from a minor injury.

“hey, piss off, will you?”

“whatever, dude.”

her saving grace turns around, a small welcoming smile on his face. it’s someone she recognises — slowly becoming a familiar face for her every time she’s on for a karting race. “are you alright?”

she huffs, her fists now clenched by her side. “i had that covered. i didn’t need your help.”

he gives her a tired stare, obviously not biting into her words to be edged towards an apology. he just smiles again. “i know, but i thought i’d end it before a fight happened.”

“what if that’s exactly what i wanted?” she asks, an eyebrow raised as her hands rests on her hips. “you don’t know that.”

“don’t bother,” he chuckles, glancing at the ground before lifting his head to look at her again. “‘grats on the top 10 finish today.”

she narrows her eyes down. “thank you.”

“oscar, by the way,” he says again, hand stretched out toward her.

“(y/n),” she nods at him with a forced smile. she drops both of their hands. “you’re tough to race, oscar. sometimes i just wanna crash into you with my kart.”

“i get that a lot, thank you,” he grins. he points behind her, prompting her to turn around. “the blonde over there’s my friend. that’s logan.”

she nods. “i’ve seen you guys together a couple of times.”

“we go to school together.” oscar pauses. “hey, logan! come over here!”

the blonde, logan, whirls around and jogs over to them without a question. he approaches them with a grin. “oh, hey! you’re the one that passed me earlier! you’re quick.”

“thank you, i like making boys cry.”

“i never said you made me cry.”

“you may as well have.”

“maybe next race if you can do it again.”

“oh, i’ll bet on that!” she grins, giving him a knowing stare.

logan smiles down at her. “we’re going to get pizza after this. do you want to join oscar and i?”

and the rest is history, as they say.

2015

"get off your homework, man," she groans, dragging her feet to where oscar sits on her table. she shakes the boy lightly, but not enough to mess up what he's writing, and pops her head to his side. "i'm itching to go get ice cream."

"let me finish my homework. my mum will kill me," oscar sighs, attempting to wave off the girl from him. "give me like 15 more minutes."

"you said that 1 hour ago," logan says, words muffled by the pillow he's got his face smushed up against. "i'm hungry, dude."

a knock lands on the door before it creaks open, turning the heads of two of three people who rest in her bedroom.

"dalton, dude!" logan grins, patting the empty spot on the bed next to him. "you're home! how was school?"

"i learned math today," the young boy excitedly answers, running over to the american with a giddy grin on his face. he jumps onto the bed, only to be promptly pulled away by his older sister.

"i told you to learn how to knock, dalton," she says in a tired voice. "and take off your shoes before coming into my room. remember?"

dalton looks up at her, wide eyes and lips parted as he tries to remember her words. he nods, bending down to tear off the velcro from his shoes. "i'm sorry, (y/n)."

"that's okay," she smiles, patting his head. "just don't do it again, okay?"

he nods, before hurriedly jumping onto the bed. this time, logan has the blankets up before engulfing the small kid under it with a bear hug. "what kind of math did you learn today?"

"addition," dalton mutters. he turns to look at oscar, who has yet to acknowledge his presence. "oscar."

"hi, dalton," he mutters, head resting in his palm as he focuses on the paper in front of him. "give me a minute, kid. i'll talk to you later, okay?"

"not okay," dalton huffs, arms folded over his chest. he leans into logan's knees and drops his head on the mattress. "i'm hungry, (y/n)."

she grins. "we've got to wait for oscar to finish his homework before we can go get food."

oscar sighs. he drops his pen on the table, turning around to face the room. "i guess i can take a break."

he gives her a knowing grin, rolling his eyes when she proudly smiles at him. he's always had a soft spot for dalton, the small boy filling up the sibling-shaped hole in his heart. "what do you feel like having, kid? ice cream?"

the young boy jumps on logan, prompting the loudest yelp to pass his lips. his arms wrap around dalton as they roll off the bed. logan launches him in the air and catches him immediately, a loud giggle bouncing off the walls of the girl's bedroom.

"i want spaghetti!" dalton cheers. "but you have to make it for us, oscar!"

oscar sighs again. he drops his head. "okay, i'll make some spaghetti."

2016

"happy birthday, (y/n)!" the door swings open, hitting the wall with a thud.

immediately, the girl shoots up from her bed, hair a mess with both of her eyes still closed. "man, what the fuck!"

she rubs her eyes, only to be met by the smug grins of her friends as they saunter into her bedroom with cake in logan's hands and two wrapped boxes in oscar's.

"we said happy birthday," logan says through gritted teeth, "say thank you."

"what time is it?" she groans, pulling the blanket up to her stomach. "isn't it a little too early for you to be terrorising me?"

"1pm is not early," oscar shakes his head in disappointment. "i texted you to be ready by 1! we're catching a movie, remember? we're supposed to go catch mockingjay in theatres."

she frowns. "i'm sorry. i went out with my girls last night," she explains, slowly moving to the edge of her bed. "i can be ready in 15 minutes."

logan holds the cake to her face. "enough yapping. the candle's about 5 seconds from merging with the cake i spent so hard to find," he sighs. "make a wish, scrub."

she looks up at them, daggers thrown just through her glare. she blows out the flame as her two friends cheer softly for her, oscar clapping before patting her shoulder. "okay, let's go catch our movie."

she holds her hands out to the boxes in his hands. "presents first."

2017

"hey, where are you?" oscar's face fills up her phone screen, eyebrows furrowed as he navigates the crowd in the mall. "are you not coming early for the race?"

she bites down on her lip and looks down, briefly avoiding oscar's stare. "i'll still be coming. just not so soon."

"what?" oscar's voice squeaks in disbelief, truly not believing what he's hearing from his friend. "but we always get ice cream before the race. why didn't you tell us you were ditching?"

"it was last minute, i'm sorry," she frowns, glancing at the boy standing next to her. "i'll just see you guys there."

oscar's face immediately drops. "oh, you're with your boyfriend?"

she rolls her eyes. "yes, but i'll still be there for the race. what's the big deal?"

oscar shrugs. "nothing, mate. i'll just see you on the track, (y/n)."

"hey, what is your problem?" she calls out, head tilting at his sudden coldness. "i've got other people to be with besides you and logan, you know. i have other friends too."

"friends, maybe i understand. but this guy?" he chuckles, rubbing his chin as he tries to sympathise with her. he really tries, but it's difficult when the older boy has made his best friend's life miserable in the past 3 months and she's done is defend him.

"mate, come on. be serious. he won't stick around forever - he's a guy."

"you're a guy."

"and i've never ditched you for a girl, have i?"

"i'd understand if you did."

"well, i'm not flakey," oscar spits at her, glaring at her through the camera on his phone. "i'll see you later."

his face disappears, the home screen of her phone now the only thing staring at her with the silence in her living room. she sighs and drops her phone onto the couch next to her.

"you alright, babe?"

she nods weakly, but her heart races in her chest. she's always been very headstrong and stubborn with oscar, but this was the first time he's ever shown a sign of frustration with her.

as deadpan as he usually is, her chest weighs down on the implication this young relationship could have on a friendship that's been going on for years.

"yeah, i'm fine."

"it sucks, i know," logan sighs, patting her head. he's leaned back against the wall, sitting up as she cried into his chest. "we're only 16 - this won't be the last guy you'll be with."

this only made the girl cry harder into his chest. truthfully, he's got no idea what to do. comforting crying people has never been his forte; being more on the sensitive end himself.

"i'll beat him up, though, if you'd like," logan offers lightheartedly. this is progress, at least, cause it made her giggle for a second before she resumed her sobs. "i can take him in a fight."

"don't do that," she laughs through her tears, "yet."

"i'll even take oscar with me."

"no... oscar's mad at me."

"he's not mad at you, (y/n)."

"but i told you that fucker was no good," an australian accent falls upon the room, making her lift her tear-stained face up to look at him. "i hate to be the one to say that to you."

"fuck off," she sobs, wiping her nose with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. "i already feel like shit."

oscar nods, but he does sit on her other side. sandwiched by the two guys, oscar just fishes for something from his bag. presented to them, three separate pints of ice cream with spoons.

she smiles, passing down the other pint to logan. but she doesn't say anything to the australian who's already opened up his share and has started eating.

she just presses her back to the wall behind her and looks ahead. she digs her spoon into the dessert. "i saw logan with a girl in the hallway the other day."

"hey, what the hell!"

2018

she holds up her phone, grinning to herself as she takes a video. she runs over to the boy zipping up his race suit. "oh, my god! it's logan sargeant, sir! can i have a couple seconds of your time for an interview?"

"(y/n), you made it!" he laughs, wrapping his arms around the smaller girl. "oscar should be around here somewhere."

"i wouldn't miss your first race, of course," she states matter-of-factly with an eye roll. she squeezes his side and leans in as he presses his lips to her cheek. she puts her phone into her pocket. "i'm always your biggest fan."

"you're the president of my fan club, right?" his eyes light up, teasing her as he rests his arm on her shoulder. "i wouldn't accept my fan club if it wasn't you running it."

she shrugs. "maybe, but i'm gonna need you to set me up on a date with max fewtrell."

"i thought you wanted to go out with charles leclerc?"

"he's got a girlfriend."

"i think max has got a girlfriend too," logan chuckles, simply amused by her presence. "tough luck, dude."

"man, i might just die an old maid," she drops her head with a frown.

"oi, what are you doing? the race is about to start," oscar scolds, hands held out as he scolds his friends. he looks at her, eyeing her up and down once more. "you're not dressed yet! it's your first race in a car. let's go, mate!"

"i didn't wanna seem so excited," she shrugs, "i don't know."

"well, there won't be a race if you're not dressed in your race suit, idiot," oscar scolds, pushing her towards the further end of the garages. "come on, i have to beat you again today. my race won't be complete if i don't."

"absolute bitch," she mutters, glaring at the two boys as she walks away. "i'll see you guys on the track - remember to look in your rearview mirror for me."

2019

the three sit in a circle, on her carpeted floor once more. "i'm sorry you didn't get a seat in f3, (y/n)," logan sighs, dropping his head in disappointment. "i can't believe it."

"it's okay." she leans back on her bed and sighs, dropping her head as well. she lifts it up again with a forced smile. "i'll watch you guys all the time, i swear. i'll be your biggest fan."

oscar shakes his head. "you'll get a seat. the season hasn't started yet - someone will pick you up."

she frowns, putting her hand on oscar's knee. "it's okay, oscar," she says softly.

how touching is it to have friends who care about your progression in a sport where you're meant to be selfish?

"you deserve a seat more than anyone i know," he sighs, pulling his legs up into his chest. he rests his chin on his knee. "it's not fair. they're overlooking you. you're so good on the track."

"not better than you, though," she jokes.

he looks at her from the side of his eye. his disappointment never leaves, "you could wind up being better than me. come on."

"there's not a lot of space for girls like me in a sport like this," she smiles slightly, squeezing his knee. "it's okay. i'll be at every single race cheering for both of you. i promise."

oscar furrows his eyebrows, still shaking his head. he's got 3 sisters - he'd be bummed if they were to pour their heart and soul into something and not have the same opportunities.

if he could, he'd simply flip the world upside down.

"don't give up, okay?" he moves his head, now cheek on his chin as he looks at the girl with hopeful eyes. "promise me - you'll be in an f1 car someday with us on tv. racing it out in the pinnacle of motorsport."

"obviously," she grins. "i won't ever let logan beat me."

"now, this is why you didn't get a seat, dude," logan jokes, exchanging a smack on the knee with the girl. "fix your attitude."

"i bet you're glad that i didn't get a seat - i'd beat you over and over in an f3 track."

"you'd have to get a seat to prove that, (y/n)."

2020

"i got you the seat!" oscar jumps onto her bed, grinning ear to ear. he squeezes the girl on her laptop, her head craned slightly to look at him. "you're going to be in formula 3!"

"what did you say?"

"you're going to be racing in formula 3 for the 2020 season, you idiot!" he screams, taking the laptop from her thighs. he closes it gently and puts it down on the ground. "dude, catch up faster!"

her eyes widen as the gears in her head slowly process what the australian has just bestowed upon her ears. her nose scrunched as a piercing scream slowly erupts from her mouth.

she stands on her knees on her bed, holding oscar's arms. "if this is a prank, i'm going to turn you into pastry!"

"it's not, i got you the seat in formula 3!" he screams, shaking her vigorously, jumping on her bed. "dude, you're a step closer to formula 1! i told you to never give up!"

"what do you mean, i never stopped racing!" she says amidst her screams, shaking oscar back as the adrenaline starts to pump through her veins. "i cannot believe it! i'm going to be in a formula 3 car!"

"yeah!" oscar jumps off his bed. "come on, let's go get drinks with logan! he's coming over with a couple of beers!"

she hops off the bed, her body going into his. they stumble back a couple of steps, oscar's back hitting the door with a thud. "dude, we can't just celebrate with a couple of beers. let's go to the club!" she shrieks, smacking his chest.

oscar tilts his head, lips pressed together. "are you sure? you're kind of uncontrollable in the club..."

"yeah, but i have the right to be tonight!" she rolls her eyes, "i just got promoted to formula 3!"

2021

"this formula 2 crap is easy," she mutters, taking her helmet off her head. she trudges towards the two in the red race suits, her balaclava also flinging off her head. "come on, oscar."

"oh, shut up," oscar laughs, wrapping an arm around her. "good job beating me for the first time."

"i made it my life's mission, actually," she whispers, dropping her head. she smiles, throwing her head back to look up at her two friends. "god, this feels amazing!"

"oh, i owe you 50, don't i?" logan frowns at oscar, hands on his hips. "i can't believe she beat you before the season ended. you growin' soft, piastri?"

"i just thought i should let her have one glimpse at beating me before i proceed to do it the rest of our lives," oscar snorts with a smug grin as he looks down at her. "feel it while you can, (y/n)."

she frowns up at him. "i'll beat you for real someday, pastry. i've done it once today, and i'll do it again."

he nods with a proud smile. "don't let that fire go out, dude."

2022

"oh, hold the front door!" she screams into the phone, turning around to smack oscar's shoulder. oscar, who was sitting quietly on her dining table, eating the spaghetti he's prepared for her household. "are you joking, mate?"

logan tilts his head at oscar, only receiving a similarly confused shrug from the australian boy. they both glance at her, confused, at her sudden scream amidst their dinner debrief after having not seen each other for a couple of weeks.

"there's no way! sebastian vettel said that about me?" she screams, smacking oscar's shoulder again.

"oh, you're kidding!" oscar grunts, smacking her hand from his shoulder. she doesn't react towards him, just jumps away to her living room with the phone still on her ear.

"you reckon she's scored a dinner with sebastian vettel with that reaction?" logan teases softly, pointing at the girl rambling away on the phone. "i've got my money on that."

oscar shakes his head. "maybe lewis hamilton through sebastian vettel."

they hear her heavy footsteps approaching the dining area. she simply drops her phone to the smaller table next to her, coming in slightly paler than they'd last seen of her a few seconds prior.

her lips slowly creep and spread into a grin. "i've been promoted to formula 1," she says breathily, her hand coming up to rest on the door frame behind her. she takes another deep breath. "sebastian's going to be race engineer in the 2023 season."

and all hell broke loose in the dining area that night.

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[snowyquokka]

MONSOON - L. MINHO

cw - mature themes MDNI, fem!reader, brothers best friend!Minho, swearing, angst, fluff (kinda?), mentions of alcohol, mutual pining, somewhat proof read, yada yada yada

wc - 3k

a.n - I FINISHED IT. im not sure how many parts there’ll be but here’s this for now :)

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Your heart is beating at the same frequency as the music blaring through your ears whilst making your way to the front door of the shitty little run down frat house. You’ve managed to throw back three rounds of vodka shots without puking and you were feeling a bit proud of yourself. But you have enough self respect to know when to call it quits. The cheap liquor did it’s intended purpose. That purpose being forgetting about someone.

Or not. 

You roll your eyes drowsily as you push your way through the door and onto the surprisingly somewhat empty porch. Plopping down on the top step, you pull out your phone before pressing the only emergency contact you have. 

“Aw you do care enough to call me,” Jisung’s grin is present in his soft voice.

“Mhm, yeah care- sure. Erm, busy?” There’s some muffled laughter in the background followed by some shuffling before he finally answers. 

“I- are you-“ he cuts himself off and whispers something incoherent, “Scale of one to ten?” Due to your recent lack of responsibility, as Jisung calls it, he’s set up a scale system to determine how wasted you are. 

One being buzzed, tipsy at best. 

Ten being, well, absolutely plastered.

“Eight and a h-half?” you hiccup. 

More muffled whispers are followed by, “What am I going to do with you.” and “Send me your location,”

-

After what seemed like an eternity of being surrounded by makeout sessions and college kids blowing chunks into the nearby hedges, a familiar car finally pulls up to the curb. 

You stand up, albeit a little too fast, but you still make it to your feet. The sound of a car door slamming rings in your ears, leading up to warm, gentle hands carefully lifting your arm over their shoulder in order to help get in the passenger side of the car. 

“Han- Minho?” Big brown eyes stare into yours as he leans over you and buckles your seatbelt. His expression’s blank, but it always is when he looks at you. 

Minho looks at you for another moment before shaking his head, as if he’s snapping himself out of a trance, and shuts the door.

-

It was only about halfway to your dorm that you realized you didn’t have your keys and your roommate was out for the night.

“Ughh.” You whine and Minho eyes you like you’re crazy. 

Maybe you are. 

Crazy for leaving your stuff at home.

Crazy for catching feelings for your brother's best friend.

Crazy for trying to drown him out of your thoughts with shitty tequila and obnoxious music. 

Crazy for actually thinking that you could distract yourself, let alone forget about him.

“Hello? Earth to her majesty.” he pokes your shoulder.

“Fuck off,” Please don’t stop talking to me.

“Ah, see I like bothering you too much for all that,” he glances from the road to your curled up form. Your ‘defensive pose’ as he likes to call it. It’s not the first time he’s seen you absolutely shitfaced.

“Wanna tell me why you’re throwing a fit over there?” 

“No key,” you mutter and press your head against the cool glass of the window, reveling in the way it soothes your massive migraine.

“No k- what are you talking about? You went to a frat party with no keys? Are you out of your fucking mind?” Minho lets out a cross between a scoff and a laugh, making you curl into yourself tighter. He sighs softly and prays that Jisung won’t kill him for taking you home with him.

“Why are you smiling like this is funny? None of this is the slightest bit funny. You could’ve been hurt and then I would-” he snaps his mouth shut and grips the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turn white.

-

There’s a small amount of pressure on your stomach when you wake up and the sound of light purring fills the room. You peek your eyes open cautiously until you spot the orange and white cat resting on your lower abdomen. 

“Soonie,” you hum with a smile. 

Wait. Soonie?

You sit up fast making Soonie dart off the bed in surprise. 

You’re in Minho’s bed. And not for the reason you would’ve preferred. 

You’re engulfed in his scent, tangled in his sheets, hair spread across his pillows. You wonder how many girls he’s had here before and mentally gag at the thought.

“Morning,” Minho nods as he sets a tray with a bottle of painkillers and some water on it next to you.

Memories of the night before flash throughout your head and your cheeks flush red with embarrassment while your hands run down your face.

You made a fool of yourself in front of Lee Minho. This is a new low for you, you think. 

But then again this isn’t his first time tending to you and your drunken stupor. 

Maybe not in his own home, and maybe without you knowing but he’s done it enough to be well versed with handling you.

You down the water along with one of the capsules and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, trying as hard as possible to avoid Minho’s gaze. 

“Better?” He whispers. 

No.

“Mhm, fine.” 

“Do you wanna talk about it now or-”

You climb out of his bed groggily, “I don’t want to talk about it at all, actually.” Minho does a double take and you realize that your dress slid up your leg and exposed almost the entirety of your legs, dangerously close to your core. 

He looks away long enough for you to fix yourself before clearing his throat. “That sucks because we’re going to.” His annoyance is obvious, the tips of his ears pink from being flustered. As much as you really really want to push his buttons, your head is pounding and you feel simply, well - gross.

“I uh- I went and bought you some stuff so you could go shower,” he says, almost as if he read your mind. He rubs the back of his neck nervously with a grimace.

You look at him with a confused expression, “Huh? I’m sorry, I must not have heard you correctly.” Minho rolls his eyes at you. “Don’t argue with me. Just go,” he points to the adjacent door which connects his room to the singular bathroom in his one bedroom dorm.

He pauses and tries to gather this words, “See, the thing is I didn’t really get a chance to get you clothes…” Lie. “So you could just, I don’t know, wear some of mine?” You stop mid walk and turn on your heel to see Minho with a hoodie and sweats in his grasp.“Please cooperate with me for once.” You sigh and hold out your hands for him to place his clothes in them. 

“This is the stupidest idea i think I’ve ever heard come out of your pea-sized brain,” you grumble and stalk into the bathroom unbeknownst to the massive smirk adorning Minho’s face.

-

You were right when you thought you’d look absurd. Of course you were, anyone could look at you and tell you wouldn’t fit in his clothes. You step out of the bathroom, freshly showered and teeth brushed.

You’re practically swimming in his shirt and you had to tie the drawstring on the sweatpants so tight that it was a literal struggle.

“You were in there for an hour.” He deadpans.

“How’d you know what shampoo I liked,” you ignore him and ask as he eyes you. His gaze drags up your body as you run your fingers through your damp hair.

“I don’t know. Lucky guess?” Minho shrugs it off and folds his arms over his chest.

“Okay then,” you roll your eyes and copy his stance. You two stay silent for a solid ten seconds until he finally speaks,

“This is ridiculous.” He says as he glares at you.

“If anyone’s ridiculous it’s you.” 

“Me? You’re the one being an ungrateful brat,” he steps closer to you until you’re face to face, “I’m the one who came to your rescue. I could’ve told Jisung no, could’ve said I had better things to do than save you from yourself.”

You shake your head, “Then why didn’t you? I’m obviously just a bother to you, aren’t I? A burden that you can’t wait to be freed of.”

Minho furrows his brows, “Bullshit. That’s complete and utter bullshit and you know it.” 

You inch closer to him so your chests are pressed against one another. “Do I, Minho? Because it seems like you only enjoy being a dick to me,” your hands curl into fists at your sides. Never in the four years you’ve know him would you have ever expected to have an actual argument with him. Usually it’s all meaningless jabs at each other, but right now you can tell that it’s more than that.

Minho’s eyes search yours as his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. “Don’t fucking do that,” his voice comes out in a harsh whisper. 

“Do what?” 

“Act like the fucking victim of the situation you put yourself in,” His expression has grown agitated which only pisses you off to no end. You decide you’ve had enough and turn away from him to collect your stuff. “What are you doing?” 

“I am going to text my roommate and she’s going to take me home.” You don’t bother looking at him as you speak, grabbing your phone off of the nightstand and typing out a ‘send help’ message to your roommate. Before you could send it though Minho has yanked your phone out of your hands. “Seriously?” You huff. He holds it above his head as you poorly attempt to reach for it.

“No. Until you can have an adult conversation with me you aren’t leaving.” 

“What, are you gonna hold me hostage? Tie me up?” You realize that was the wrong thing to say when a smug smirk tugs at Minho’s lips.

“You’d like that too much. Wouldn’t you, princess?” Your breath catches in your throat as you fall dead silent. You’re still leaning against him, using him as leverage to get your phone. “Cat got your tongue? Never thought I’d see the day where you’d fail to find a snarky response. Always need to have the last word, don’t you.”

Your brain is so fuzzy, a mix of emotions jumbling your thoughts around. You slowly stand flat and remove your hands from his arms with palms on fire from the contact with his bare skin. 

“You’re a dick.” You say while you take a few steps away from him.

“So you’ve said.” Minho stares at you with ice in his gaze. He slides your phone in the pocket of his hoodie and folds his arms over his chest. “You can go when you tell me why you’re doing it.”

“Doing what?” You say though you know exactly what he’s talking about.

“You are quite literally self destructing. Why?” He narrows his eyes at you, waiting for you to explain yourself. Unfortunately for him, it’s going to take more effort than that to get you to spill.

“That’s none of your business. Now give me back my phone, I want to go home.”

“No. I’m not just going to sit back and watch my best friend’s sister practically kill herself over something that is probably meaningless.” You keep backing up as he walks towards you until you collide with the wall behind you. 

How cliche.

“Just tell me so we can move on with our lives. But just so you know, I will not hesitate to keep you here as long as I have to until you help me understand why you’re acting so stupid when we both know that you’re far from it.”

Minho leans in closer, invading your space and allowing himself to be as close to you as he’ll ever be able to. He cares about you more than he cares about himself. His best friend’s little sister. At this point he’s a walking romance book trope. 

“It’s nothing I’m fi-” Before you can utter another word Minho has his index finger pressed against your lips and an eyebrow raised. 

“I’m going to give you another chance to rethink your words. Choose carefully.” You roll your eyes, prompting him to drop his hand.

“I’m trying to get over something.” You look down at your hands as you refuse to make eye contact. 

“Something or someone?” You sink back against the wall. 

You weigh your options: you could either lie to him, or you could confess and hope that you don’t die of embarrassment when he rejects you. 

“Someone.” When you finally look up at him you’re surprised to see his boba eyes clouded with - jealousy? No, you’ve got to be imagining it. There’s no way. 

“Who?” Are you imagining it?

“Just..someone.” Minho shakes his head as if saying ‘not good enough.’ But you’re not backing down that easily, this is just too good. So you do the next best thing: you mess with him.

“It’s someone from school..?” you wince, the statement coming out as more of a question. 

Minho’s eyes narrow and he finally steps out of your way. He stares at you dumbfounded before pulling your phone out of his pocket and holding it out to you. As you reach for it your fingers graze his and you’re reminded of the situation you’ve put yourself in. 

“Like I said, meaningless.” Minho’s voice pulls you out of the endless rabbit hole that is your stupid, insecure brain. 

All of this for nothing, he thinks. This whole time he was dumb enough to believe that you had feelings for him but instead you were treating it like a joke.

“Whatever, come on.”

-

Two weeks have passed since you woke up at Minho’s place. Two weeks have passed since you came home trying to determine if you were being delusional or if he actually got jealous of the idea that you were thinking about someone else. 

But hey, even if he didn’t actually feel that way you figure it’d be fun to play with him. 

Why not? It’s all harmless anyway. What could possibly go wrong?

Luckily for you he’s supposed to be at Jisung’s place, where you happen to have just made a surprise appearance at. Your top tier excuse? There’s family drama that you want to gossip about with him. 

Now you’ve finally comprised a seemingly fool proof plan to get a reaction out of Minho. You threw on his hoodie and a pair of shorts before leaving the house. 

To your delight when the door opens to reveal Minho sitting on the couch he looks like his eyes are about to pop out of his head. He can’t believe you even kept it, let alone willingly wore it. He wonders if it still smells like him or if you washed it, ridding it of any traces of himself.

“Hi, Sungie,” you pull your brother into a hug and make eye contact with Minho over Jisung’s shoulder. 

“Why are you- I mean don’t get me wrong, I love it when you visit but like…you never do.” Jisung pulls back and gives you a skeptical look, preparing himself for whatever you’re about to ask him for. 

“You never invite me,” you pout and slip past him into the living room. “Did you hear about auntie?” You say, turning to Minho before continuing, “You remember her, right? The one with all the cats, tried to get you to take them all? Yeah, you remember.” You smile before sitting next to him on the couch. Meanwhile Jisung - completely ignoring your babbling - has moved into the kitchen to make you a cup of tea, just like any other time you’ve shown up at his place unannounced.

Once you can tell that he’s out of earshot you look at the boy next to you who is painfully obvious in trying not to look at the exposed skin right underneath where his oversized hoodie, that could be classified as a dress on you, stops.

You look down at your body with an amused pout, “What’s the matter?”

Just as Minho was about to open his mouth your brother comes in with your tea, setting it down on the coffee table in front of you. 

You thank him before crossing your legs and sinking backwards into the couch. You play with the end of your sleeve which goes an inch or two past the tips of your fingers as you wait for someone to speak.

Just as you thought you’d be playing the quiet game for the next three hours Minho answers your silent prayers.

“So, I decided to take a BDSM test,” he says just as you took a sip of tea, you almost choke on it but manage to cover it with a cough.

Jisung’s complaining is drowned out by the words that have been engraved in your brain for the past two weeks,

“What. You gonna hold me hostage? Tie me up?”

“You’d like that too much. Wouldn’t you, princess?” 

Touché, you think. This little game has gotten ten times more interesting.

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tags: @skzstarnet @godslino @seungseung-minmin @myseungsunglove @azuna-sz @solisyeah 

[cosmal]

TULIPS — send me an character i write for + a scenario or prompt and i’ll write you a blurb! fluff smut or angst!

reader shyly asking steve to be her first boyfriend + steve harrington

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 — 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

summary — you shyly ask steve to be your boyfriend.

warngings/tags — fem!reader, shy!reader, she/her pronouns

wc — 1.1k

Dustin Henderson has never been one for knocking. That's at Steve’s house anyways. Probably Eddie’s too.

“Jesus Christ, Henderson! What if I was naked, huh?” Steve calls, watching as a head of curls speeds past him and over to the living room. Steve puts down the knife he was using to cut his sandwich, picks up half and follows him.

“You weren’t though,” Dustin scoffs.

“Whatever, man.” Steve takes his first bite. It’s mostly bread and lettuce. “Hey, how’d you get here, anyways?”

Dustin turns around and throws an arm over the back of the sofa, feet moving to the coffee table. He’d tell him to put them down if he had any care for his mother’s furniture. “Oh, Y/N picked me up.” 

Steve perks up and swallows his bite of food. The bread is dry as it goes down and he almost chokes. With a fist held to his mouth, he asks, “She didn’t want to come in?”

“Oh shit, yeah. She’s outside waiting for you. I think she wants to talk to you about something.” Dustin says too nonchalantly.

Steve grimaces and smacks his idiot kid friend up the back of his head and his hat falls off, “You idiot. Jesus.”

You and Steve have been on a few dates and he thinks you’re one of the prettiest and nicest girls he’s had the pleasure of being around. He knows you’re shy, he also loves you for it, even though you tell him almost every day that he makes it worse. 

“You make me so nervous, sometimes.” You’d told him once.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“I’m not sure yet.”

Steve had laughed and you had blushed. 

Steve and his half sandwich make their way to the front door, an apology at the front of his mouth already. He swings it open to find you leaning on the wall on his landing, looking pretty as ever and not upset at all.

He thinks he can hear you mumbling to yourself and you startle when you finally notice his presence. You look up at his face and look down even quicker. He can sense your nervousness from here.

“I’m really sorry about him. You could’ve come in if you wanted.” Steve apologises, moving to stand on the mat right before you. He’s told you a few times you could come over whenever you wanted to. Don’t even worry about knocking. You never have though, always knocking and waiting for him to answer the door for you. He knows you’re a bit too shy to just let yourself into someone’s house.

“It’s okay.” Your hand comes up to push the hair away from where it’s covering your eyes and your bangles clink, “Was enjoying the fresh air.” Steve thinks you would’ve just left if Dustin had actually forgotten to tell him you were out here.

He watches where your thumb spins the ring on your pointer and your other hand toys with the hem of your skirt. He hates himself for it, truly, when you lift it a little high and catches a slip of your soft thighs above your knee highs. He hates it even more because he's perving and you seem nervous. More nervous than usual.

“You alright, sweetheart?” he asks softly, reaching a hand out to run the back of it over the hinge of your elbow.

“Yeah. Yeah.” You smile weakly and Steve frowns.

“Dustin told me you had to ask me something?’

You blink slowly and shake your head, “Yeah, sorry. Right- uh,” you stammer, pushing yourself off the wall but you don’t really get any closer to Steve.

Steve can sense your anxiety. “Hey, it’s okay. Take your time,” he encourages softly. As soft as he can manage without sounding condescending. It seems to work when you finally chance a look up at his face.

You smile and he nods. Hair flopping over his brow.

“Do you…” you laugh nervously like you’re shocked. 

He takes your hand in his and he’s really not surprised to find it’s a little clammy. He gives it a reassuring squeeze.

“I’m sorry, this seemed so much easier on the car trip over here.” you giggle, “Dustin’s a really good hype man.”

“Don’t tell him you said that,” Steve laughs, “Do you want to go inside, maybe?”

You shake your head vehemently, “No, it’s- I can do it.”

“Yeah,”

Steve thinks he knows what you’re about to ask and also thinks he should just do it for you. But you seem genuinely determined to do it yourself, so he allows you as much time as you need. Not that he’d ever be impatient with you anyway.

You swallow hard and your gaze floats back to where the rubber of your show scuffs along the ground, “Do you want to be my boyfriend?’’ you sigh like you’re relieved.

Steve smiles so damn hard his cheeks ache and his eyes squint. “Yeah.”

You look up at him with bright eyes like a deer and Steve’s breath catches. You’re beautiful. “Yeah?” you echo almost like you’re confused.

“Shit yeah, baby.” He grins and you mirror his face almost immediately. Smiling like a lovesick fool. 

You rock back and forth on the balls of your feet all giddy and happy. “Oh my god,” you breathe.

Steve leans forward to wrap his arms under yours and around your back, pulling you close until your chest presses into his. Your face grows warm and you lean up on your tiptoes. He kisses your forehead, all chaste and quick, “Of course I’ll be your boyfriend, baby.”

“Baby,” you repeat under your breath, “You’ve never called me that before.”

“Well, you’re my girlfriend now, I think I’ve gotta call you that.” 

You giggle. This time Steve leans down again he kisses you on the lips. It’s not the first time he has, but you still gasp into his mouth. It starts off unsure, your lips slow and gentle and you let out the prettiest little noise under your breath like a hiccup.

Steve pulls away quickly and chuckles when you chase his mouth, “Wait,’’ he stops, pecking your nose quickly, “Am I your first boyfriend?” 

You hum a yes.

“How lucky am I?” he chuckles.

“You better live up to expectations.”

“I’ll exceed all expectations. I’ll be the best boyfriend on the planet.”

You don’t doubt him one bit.

[solitaryearthperson]

They’re okay

Summary: Instead of being greeted by the reader, Daryl is only greeted with silence.

(The reader is 18+ and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably black.)

“(Y/N),” Daryl yelled your name, as he came through the door. Shit, he thought, feeling a corner of the crossbow digging into his back. He quickly deposited it onto the floor then closed the door behind him.

Walking into the foyer he looked around and frowned at the silence of the house, not having been used to it in a long time.

“(Y/N)!” he yelled again, waiting to hear the scurry of your feet hurrying to greet him with a hug and a kiss, but was sadly disappointed again.

The hell are they, he wondered, walking into the kitchen. He was about to open a cabinet and fix him a plate of food, when he noticed the mess on top of the counter and stopped, what he saw almost making his heart stop. A cutting board with chopped bell peppers, garlic, and almost finished chopped onions was sitting on the counter and next to it was a knife. He knew his (Y/N), and he knew they were a bit of a neat freak and would never leave a mess like this on the counter, usually scolding him for doing something similar. Taking a small step closer to the counter, he squinted his eyes at the blade of the knife, hoping that what he was seeing wasn't there, that he was mistaken, but he was indeed right. On the knife was blood.

“No,” he muttered to himself, feeling his chest beginning to tighten at the possibility of what that blood meant. They could be alright, he mentally told himself, placing his hand on his chest, rubbing where his heart was, hoping the action would comfort him. There's nothing wrong with them. I just have to find them. Against his control, images of lost lives began flashing through his mind. Carol’s daughter, Sofia, as a walker. Merle as a walker. Beth’s dead body. The images kept appearing behind his eyes like a projector and he could feel the tightening in his chest getting worse with each one.

“(Y/N),” he yelled again. Still no answer. He then thought of someone else, someone who he knew would answer him without hesitation. “Dog!” Surprisingly there was no answer to that either.

“Shit, shit, shit!” he mumbled, hurrying out of the kitchen and going to the front door, picking up his crossbow from the floor. He was slinging it back on his back and ready to open the door, when he heard something that made the tightening in his chest loosen instantly.

“Daryl!”

“(Y/N),” he yelled back, throwing the crossbow back on the floor, before hurrying to where he heard their voice. “(Y/N)! Dog!”

A loud bark answered him back, and he followed the sound, quickening his pace to find them both in the backyard, the backdoor slightly ajar.

“Daryl, hey! When’d you get back,” (Y/N) asked. “Me and Dog didn’t hear you.”

Dog quickly greeted him with a wide smile and wagging tail, jumping on him with glee. Catching him, Daryl scratched the excited dog behind his ears and rubbed down his back, happy to feel its fur beneath his fingers and see the animal happy and healthy.

They’re okay, he told himself, looking at (Y/N). He didn’t see any serious injuries on their body, no limping, and no wincing. Running his eyes down their body, his eyes caught the sight of a bandage wrapped around their right hand, with a little blood seeping through.

“Yer hand,” Daryl nodded towards it.

"Oh," they looked down, noticing their blood through the bandage. "The smell of the onions were so strong that my eyes were starting to water and I accidentally cut my hand."

"Why were ya out here?" He let go of Dog and walked over to them, gently taking their hand in his.

"The smell was so strong," (Y/N) repeated, "I went outside to get away from it."

They're okay, he repeated, feeling a weight being lifted off of his chest. The bloody images of fallen friends and family were no longer appearing to him. The only thing he saw now was his love and his dog both safe and sound.

"Daryl-"

Daryl cut them off pulling them to his body and wrapping his arms tightly around their body, nestling his head into the side of their neck, breathing in their scent.

"Daryl, are you okay?" (Y/N) asked, their voice muffled by his shoulder.

They’re okay. Everybody's alive. Everybody's okay. He breathed in their scent one more time before answering, "I'm fine." His mind at ease once more in the arms of his love.

[kaivenom]

I want to see you

Summary: it's obvious that Killer and you like each other, he makes it even more obvious with every touch he give you, but you want to touch him too... you want to see the expressions he makes under the helmet.

Pairing: Killer x reader

Warnings: sexual tension, suggestive language, fluff.

Masterlist

All the crew knew it, you both knew it... killer likes you and you like him, but the thing is: how can you show affection to someone who you cant see the face?

His small touches on your sholders, how protective he gets when you both are in battle, how he always looks at you or you think. You are amused about his personality, his pressence and his body, but you wished you could see his face. Nobody knows what hiddes behind that mask, you craved to see him and kiss him.

On the other hand, he just wants to have you underneath, to be with you in any form posible, but the fear of you seeing his face is so big that makes him unable to make any move.

One day you couldn't resist it more, you both were pinning and flirting between each other for all afternoon. After dinner, you decided to take manners on the subject. You called the blonde men while he was cleaning the table. His helmet instantly directioning to you.

Now that he is in front of you, so big and muscular, much taller than you. Your breath got catched away, his chest rised and stayed static, almost like he already knew what you where going to do. Both your bodies anticipating your actions, all the room got a new mood.

"What do you need?" he sounded like the air couldn't exit his lungs freely, obviously nervous.

"I think you already know."

Your bodies are almost touching, you feel your cheeks burning from how bold you are acting. You don't know where you are getting this bravery, he is surprised too. Your hands took place on his chest, slowly moving up and down, his heart is beating a thousand miles an hour. You tiptoed to reach his neck, smelling his scent... metal, cologne, salt and the previous dinner. His hands slowly wrapped your hips, thinking it's just a hug, but both of you knew it wasn't. He is so desirable, you couldn't keep your mouth away from his neck, bitting and kissing all the way. Small moans and groans escaping his lips, perfectly audible from where you are.

"(Y/N)... you are playing a dangerous game."

His grip tightened around your waist, slowly going down to your ass, gutural sounds escaping his lips and making clearly noticable that his cock was starting to rise up. Separating yourself from him was difficult for both but this was only the begining. You took his hand and make him follow you to his room.

Once the door closed, he became brutal, animalistic even. He ripped your clothes and throw you on the bed, that only made you more aroused, but you still wanted something. His hands laced with your while he was on top of you, groaning and moaning low. His body was pressing yours, dry humping you with passion, but that still can't feel right.

"Killer, Kil... stop." you didn't like the idea of stopping but that strange feeling in your stomach is not from lust anymore.

"What happened, i did something wrong?" you can't see his face but his voice sounded worried.

That's the problem, you can't see his face, it's something you can't ignore that fact anymore.

"I tought you wanted to... i tought we..." his weight lifted from yours, know his body shadowing yours under the light.

"i want," that answer came desperatly, "i really want but i can't without seeing you."

His body tensed up, seeing his fists clenching made you scared of him leaving you, of breaking your relationship... when kissing his neck, you trespassed a line that can't be restored.

"No." his voice was cold, like when he was in battle.

"I... i just want to feel your lips against mine, see the desire on your eyes." you started to feel the tears coming to your eyes, a knot on your throat.

"No." this time his voice shakes for a moment, he feels sad to see you like this but he can't do that, you wouldn't like his face, he doesn't even like it.

You began to get up, coping with the fact of what you made and preparing yourself from distancing yourself of him. He grabed your wrist and pulled you onto his lap, now you are on top.

"We can still do it, please, don't leave me now. I don't like my face, if you get out of that door, then i won't like all myself... not after seeing you almost cry because of me."

His hands rested on your hips, no more tight grip, just a feather shaky touch. His voice sounding like a plead made your heart broke. You placed a small kiss on the helmet, wrapping your hands around the nape.

"I have an idea, please, don't alarm yourself," you don't know what to expect from him now, but you want to encounter a solution.

Your hand made the way to the light switcher, leaving you both in the dark. Now, you don't see him, your breaths being the only thing that reassures your presences on the room.

"I am going to remove your helmet, now we don't see each other." even with that, you feel all his body tensing up, but he didnt's stop you while you make your way to the clip.

You tried a coupe of time but between the helmet and the hair, you couldn't take it off.

"Stop," his hands placed your on his chest, his voice weak from the fear of your judgement, even on the dark, "let me do it."

A clip revealed that now is free, helmet put aside on the bed. You waited a moment, not being able to fully believe you finally have him there, even if you can't see it.

Doubtfully, your hands went in the search of his features. When it met, Killer let out a small whine, surprised that someone is touching his face, after so much time. Your touch made him feel like he is on a rollercoaster, he likes it ... somehow.

Your fingertips travelled thru all his face, defining his features, memorizing them by the posibility of not being able to do this again. His lips are soft, partially open in expection, breathing heavily at your touches. He wants you to continue, he wants you to do more, he know wants you to see him too.

"What do you think?" for the first time since you know him, his voice sounded afraid.

"I think you are beautiful."

"You aren't seeing me."

"I think i am, i am feeling your face, your bangs spreading over your forehead, your piercing eyes, and your lips."

That last one sounded more desperate that you wanted it to be, but you couldn't help it. Lowering yourself catiously until you feel his breath, you finally met his lips. A choked gasp escaped both of your mouths. Soon, the small inoccent kiss transformed into a more savage one, desperate like it was at the begining.

"Fuck, you make me feel you good."

"You are beautiful, i like you, all of you." at this point you can't think about other things that weren't his lips an his body, so big and intoxicating.

"I like you too, you made me feel so good, fuck."

HIs hands find your ass on the darkness, pressing you against his lap, increasing even more the preasure and arousal on your body. His mouth is now the one attaching your neck, sinfull moans escaping your mouth.

"KILLER!!!" the door opened without warning, your captain entering the room and turning on the light, "Oh, sorry to interrumpt."

You closed your eyes instantly, while Kid closed the door again. The light was still on, you don't dare to open your eyes.

"(Y/N); why did you close your eyes?"

"You didn't wanted to be seen, soo... i will keep my eyes closed or we switch of the lights again."

A couples of seconds passed but the light was still on and no apparent movement was made. His face was so close you feel his lips brushin yours again.

"You can open them, i want you to open them and see me..."

You opened you eyes slowly, the image of Killer taking your breath away, it's more beautiful than you felt while touching his face. Your face starts burning from embarrasment on being if front of such a handsome men.

"And?"

"And what? you are fucking gorgeous, incredibly precious, and...."

You couldn't finish talking, Killer was crying? a small tear fell thru his cheek. His blue perfect eyes were now even more glossy, shining with the feeling of being adored. He didn't think it could be possible for someone to look at him with such adoration and that make him a little emotional.

"You are incredible, inside and outside."

"Only you see me like this, i onyl want you to see me like this."

Your finger made it's way to his cheek and brush the tear carefully, a soft smile appearing in your faces.

"Maybe we should stop the previous activity and go to sleep."

"Why?"

"Because you are too emotional and vulnerable, right now i want to hug you, not fuck you."

"Maybe i need a hug."

"And sleep."

He nodded and embraced yourself in the most deep hug you have ever experienced. He laid both of you in bed, now your head resting on his chest. His fingers starting to connect with yours, soon enough, you both felt asleep.

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Maybe i will do another part, but with a smut continuation, it depends on how well this is recieved.

[luvv4j4ybe11]

Could you make fluffy headcanons for Lo’ak? Babie deserves some luv 🥹

YES!! I need more asks for lo’ak bc I love writing for my man😩

Warnings~ some suggestive themes, but other than that none! Just fluff<3

Dividers by ~ @cafekitsune

🎀 ~ babyboy actually adores you sm:( he’s such a little lovesick puppy it’s so cute

🎀~ like, one time you had to go away for a hunting trip, and the second you got back home he was practically glued to you. Telling you how much he missed you and how much he loved you:(

🎀~ loves when you play with his hair, or when you braid it (and ofc he does the same to u)

🎀~ ik we ALLL know it, but he’s such a “my love/ma tìyawn” , “ma” , “mama” “mamas”, typa guy and it SHOWS

🎀~ always checks up on you, like hes so in tune with you’re emotions. He can tell what’s bothering you just by your body language and breathing

🎀~ always convinces you to do dumb shit with him😭 and if you’re already naturally a reckless person you’d just add to his fire

🎀~ says “again” or “one more, mama” after kissing you (you always giggle and grant his wish ofc)

🎀~ holds and kisses you when you’ve had a bad day, having cramps or if you’re feeling a certain way:(

🎀~ always makes time for you, no matter what. He cares for you and he makes sure you know it.

🎀~ hates the people you hate, and if he catches them talking about you, you will be coming home to him with bloody hands and a bruised face.(the others looked worse tho!)

🎀~ will randomly compliment you when you’re doing something, just to see you get all giddy and excited

🎀~ hugs from behind, and amazing hand placement 😩

🎀~ “hyper bf 🫱🏽‍🫲🏾 hyper gf“

🎀~ loves to cuddle. Will literally pull you onto him (because he’s always taking advantage of how much more stronger he is than you) and force you to cuddle with him. And if you try to get off he’ll just lay on top of you!

“Lo’ak! Please! Get off of me! You’re too heavyy!” You shout, but he could care less. He was too busy shoving his face into the softness of your tits.

“I don’t care! You’ve been up for way too long and I need you to relax.” He demanded, pressing more of his body weight onto you.

You huff in annoyed, opening your mouth to say let out a snarky comment, but closing it the second he lifts his head up to glare at you like he knew what you were going to say. Finally making you submit to his advance, falling asleep under the comfortable weight of his body immediately.

🎀~ knows you have a tendency to overthink, so he’ll constantly be there to reassure you. And you always do the same for him.

🎀~ whenever he gets into in argument with his dad/ just has a bad day, he’ll always go straight to you. And you always know by the way his ears and tail hang all low and his his shoulders are slightly ridged, so without hesitation you take him into your arms (barley tho) and stroke his hair gently, allowing him to finally relax as he tells you briefly what happened.

🎀~ will pick you up randomly and throw you over his shoulder/ carry you bridal style. Especially if you’re talking to someone and he wants your attention ;(

🎀~ “bf that talks a lot 🫱🏽‍🫲🏾 gf that also talks a lot, but listens”

A/N~ here’s a lil sum before I start writing for “pandoras glow”! I kinda got a lil bored of writing this so I apologize if it’s a lil short😭 regardless tho I hope you enjoyed! Love you guys endlessly and stay safe💕

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[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Dealing hearts || Billy the Kid x reader

Summary: Interrupting a poker game to join Jesse, you catch the attention of Billy. As the night unfolds it becomes an unexpected night of connection and shared vulnerability.

Warnings: fem!reader, Jesse Evans x reader for abit,

Wc: 1,025

A/n: begging for more Billy the kid requests 😭🙏

Divider by @pommecita

The smoky haze hung thick in the air as you pushed open the swinging doors of the bustling saloon. The lively chatter of the patrons and the clinking of glasses filled the room, creating a backdrop to the intense game of poker that had captivated the attention of everyone in the establishment. Your eyes scanned the crowded room until they settled on a familiar figure at the poker table.

Jesse, was deep in concentration, his eyes fixed on the cards in his hands. The murmurs of the crowd ceases for a moment as you made your entrance. Some heads turned, and the locals greeted you with nods and smiles as you sauntered confidently through the room, your presence commanding attention.

Ignoring the curious glances, you made your way to Jesse, who looked up from his cards and grinned when he saw you approaching. As you reached the table, you didn't bother to glance at his opponent, instead opting to slide onto Jesse's lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Hey, handsome," you whispered in Jesse's ear, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He chuckled, clearly pleased with your unexpected arrival.

He lifted his hat from his head, a gesture that spoke volumes in the silent language of the West. The whispers started immediately, reverberating through the crowded saloon. The hat passed from Jesse's hand to yours, and as it settled on her head, slightly lopsided, the room buzzed with whispers.

"Look who decided to join the party," Jesses said, squeezing you gently. "Folks, meet the most beautiful distraction a man could ask for." He announces as you shyly smile, adjusting Jesse's hat on your head.

Laughter erupted from the onlookers, but Jesse's focus remained on the cards. Your attention, however, was drawn to the man sitting across from him. His eyes met yours, and you felt a jolt of recognition. Billy the Kid.

Jesse often spoke with a mix of admiration and rivalry of the legendary outlaw, a man with a reputation as wild as the West itself. Billy's gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than it should have, and you couldn't help but notice the slight twitch in his confident façade.

You offered him a playful smile, seemingly innocent, but your mind was already racing with the realisation of who was sitting across from you.

As the poker game continued, you watched the cards being dealt and the bets being raised. Jesse's skill was evident, and it wasn't long before the tension in the room reached its peak. Billy, usually unflinching, seemed oddly off-balance. He stole glances in your direction, clearly finding it difficult to concentrate on the game on hand.

Jesse, noticing Billy's distraction, smirks, "Havin' trouble keepin' focus, Billy?" Billy grumbles, "Just play your damn hand, Jesse," Jesse lets out a low whistle as a soft giggle leaves your pretty lips.

Finally, with a triumphant grin, Jesse revealed his winning hand. The crowd erupted into cheers, and you leaned in to kiss him on the lips. "Good job, babe," you said, and Jesse beamed with pride, throwing his head back letting the alcohol run down his throat.

Billy, on the other hand, pushed back from the table, his expression unreadable. He mumbled a half-hearted acknowledgement of the game and stood up, leaving with saloon without a word. You slid of Jesse's lap, your eyes following Billy as he disappeared into the night.

"Where you off to, doll?" Jesse drawled, "Just to talk to someone, I'll be back later," you whispered a quick goodbye to him, promising to catch up with him later, and slipped out of the saloon.

A feeling of curiosity and something else you couldn't quite place compelled you to follow him. The cool night air hit you as you made your way through the dimly lit streets, catching sight of Billy up ahead.

"Billy, wait up," you called after him, quickening your pace to catch him just as he reached the shadows of a nearby building. Billy turned to face you, his expression guarded but curious. "What do you want?" he asked, a hint of irritation in his voice.

You took a deep breath, choosing you words carefully. "Listen, Billy, Jesse and I- it's no what you probably think it is-" you began, but Billy interrupted you with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"I don't care 'bout your business with Jesse," he said, avoiding eye contact. "I've got my own troubles." Despite his tough exterior, you sensed a hint of vulnerability beneath the surface.

"Trouble like what?" you prodded gently. Billy hesitated, then sighed. "It's none of your business, sweetheart." You studied him for a moment, recognising the loneliness in his eyes.

"How long you've been travelling 'round by yourself Billy?" Your question catches him off-guard, "What?" "Everyone's got their demons," you remarked softly. "Maybe talkin' 'bout it could help."

For a moment, Billy looked at you as if considering your offer. Then, with a shrug, he turned away. "I ain't one for sharin' my trouble." You didn't give up. "Well, maybe I can be a distraction, like I was in there,"

Billy shot you a sidelong glance, his expression unreadable. "Doubt that." Undeterred, you took a step closer. "You seemed pretty distracted back there to me." Billy's gaze flickered, and for a moment, you saw a crack in his tough exterior. "What's it to you?" he muttered.

"Jesse send you over or somethin'?" You smiled, trying to break through his walls. "Maybe I just want to be sure everyone's havin' a good time tonight," He regarded you with a mixture of skepticism and something else you couldn't quite decipher. "You're a strange one."

You chuckled, "strange might be just what you need." Billy's lips twitched, almost forming a smile, but he quickly masked it. "You're wasting your time, darlin'," he said, turning to lead the way down the quiet street.

As you followed him, the two of you walked in silence for a while. The dim glow of lanterns illuminated the path, casting shadows on the dusty ground. Finally, you reach a small, weathered house on the outskirts of town.

Billy pushed the door open, gesturing for you to enter. "I don't know why you're bothering with me," he said, his voice gruff. You stepped inside, the interior modest but tidy. "Sometimes people need a little company, that's all." Billy closed the door behind you, and you took in your surroundings.

The room was sparsely furnished, with a worn-out table and a couple of mismatched chairs. A single oil lamp flickered on a nearby shelf. "So, what's the story, Billy?" you asked, leaning against the table.

"I know there's more to you than just an infamous outlaw," a soft chuckle leaves your lips as he lips upturn briefly at your words. Billy sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

"I've been on the run for so long, never stayin' in one place too long. Gets lonely, you know? And tonight, losing at poker and seeing you with Jesse, it remined me of what I don't 'ave."

You listened, empathy filling your eyes. "Maybe it's time for change," you suggested gently. "Not everyone's out to get you, and not every game has to be 'bout winning or losin'."

Billy scoffed, his eyes avoiding yours. "You sound like a preacher." You chuckled. "I’m not like the others who judge you for what you had to do" He finally met your gazez, a mixture of surprise and curiosity in his eyes. "You're not what I expected."

"Expectations can be deceiving," you replied, moving closer to him. "Maybe it's time for a new start, a fresh one start,”

For a moment, he seemed lost in thought, contemplating your words. Then, with a resigned smile, he said, "I don't make promises, but maybe I could use a distraction."

You grinned, reaching out to gently touch his arm. "Then let's start with tonight. No expectations, no strings attached. Just two people enjoying each other's company."

[m00mis]

Hiiii if you can can you please write Seventeen as dads please? 🥺

as a no1 dilf lover i sure can

{ gender neutral apart from cheol & mingyu because i HAD to. }

seventeen as dads

cheol - would beg for a daughter, and spoil her greatly, anything she wanted was hers. he's her biggest fan and would sign her up to so many sports, making sure to never miss a match. he'd make banners to hold up for her to cheer her on, he's so intense he almost got thrown out when he started arguing with the ref. they would have nightly gossip sessions where she could rant about her day. he would be her rock, someone she could always go to for anything

jeonghan - borderline dangerous with children because he would swing and throw them around. thinks that kids should be free to do what they want (within reason) and just asks them to come home for dinner. he trusts his kid a lot and is a very chill parent but when they start acting out he does NOT let them get away with it and is very judgmental "this is what you do with your time? do something better with your life..."

joshua - babies his kid forever and they're always an angel in his eyes. constantly says "remember when you were this big? time flies" and always reminisces. you catch him looking through photographs late at night, especially the night before their birthday. cries at every milestone and is so touched when they handmake anything for him. loves them so much, he is so grateful for them

jun - a very playful dad who is a big kid himself really. enjoys playtime as much as they do (maybe even more) and is often the one to ask them if they want to play. as they get older he teaches them everything he knows. he just really enjoys doing activities with them! teaching them to cook, to play the piano, to paint. there's mini juns running about all over the place

hoshi - the jokester, the comedian, the free entertainment for the whole family. his fav sound is his kid's laughter and will do anything to hear it. when he tucks them into bed he gives them kisses down their arms and on their feet. he can't help rolling around on their bed attacking them with kisses. (and ofc he constantly roams around his house as a tiger. paints both their faces as tigers, his tiger cub <3)

wonwoo - quite bashful around his kid but the little things he will do for them and go out of his way for show how much he loves them. he would do whatever they say and happily watch them do what they want because they're so cute. they know they have him wrapped around their tiny fingers and he does not care one bit. is definitely giving them lifts everywhere when they're older so they don't have to pay taxi fare

woozi - plays the piano and sings to get them to calm down and stop crying and it works every time. loves recording their baby voice and lets them make their own music tracks even though it stresses him out letting their grubby hands touch his stuff. he composes a lullaby for them (edward cullen style). never seen him as happy as when he's with his baby

dk - buys so many outfits because he cannot go past the baby section without dying of cuteness at how small and cute all the clothes are. photographs every little thing and is very protective, always there to catch his baby incase they fall or stumble. definitely the embarrassing dad who tries to be funny around their friends if they come over

mingyu - has mini dates with his daughter, getting her ready himself and doing her hair (badly). they go to see a movie together and a cafe after, sharing cake and a milkshake. househusband is naturally a great father and his heart bursts when she clings to him, following him around while he does chores. he buys matching aprons so they can cook together, the kitchen ends up a mess but the amount of giggling makes up for it

minghao - he's so nurturing and in tune to what children need and treats them as mini adults, respecting their space and emotions. the only thing he wants his kid to be is kind, constantly teaching them to respect others. his fav part of the day would be bedtime, he would stay with them until they fell asleep, stroking their hair and telling them stories

seungkwan - will fight children. if his kid gets bullied he will storm into the school to find who hurt his baby and he would get banned from the premises. (tbh he's terrified of children tho they're scary) he also teases his kid a lot and only stops once they start doing it back but he's glad that they learnt to fight their own corner from the very best. definitely a soccer mom

vernon - thinks his kid is so funny and laughs at whatever they do (lovingly). constantly plays music for them in hopes that as they grow up they'll have the same music taste. i think he would be the more submissive dad who lets them do makeup on his face and put stickers and fake tats on him, and would be the patient if they played doctor. when they got older he would take them bowling and to the arcade

dino - nothing he's achieved compares to being a father, he loves his kid so much, such a proud dad. has a photo of them in his wallet and shows it to everyone he can. feels like he'll explode every time he comes home and hears "daddy!". he would take his kid to the dance studio with him so they could make cute choreo together. although he would love for his kid to follow in his footsteps, he urges them to find what they want to do and would be so supportive no matter what.

[suuuupernovaaa]

nìmal

nìmal [nɪ.ˈmal] adv. trustingly, without hesitation

Anonymous Request: Can we have one where Neteyam and Omaticayan reader love each other very much. But a guy likes the reader and tries to break them up by making neteyam think that the reader is cheating on him. He gets really angry and accuses the reader of cheating. Like there's a big fight. But later he learns the truth and tries to make it up to her and she doesn't make it easy on him.

Neteyam believes a rumor about you, and when he finds out the truth, you're reluctant to forgive him for his bad behavior.

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Your bag is so full of fish that you aren't sure you're going to be able to carry it back home, but you can't stop.

Throwing the spear, hearing that satisfying thwack when it connects, getting to put your body to use, it's easing some of the tension you're carrying.

"Idiot!" you exclaim, though whether you're directing that at the fish or not, is unclear.

How could Neteyam believe you would even consider betraying him? Have you not been loyal to him, promised to him, in love with him completely? Does he know so little of your character that he is willing to believe you would give your body to another - to someone you are not mated to?

Just the thought of it disgusts you. His confrontation yesterday has left a sour taste in your mouth, and you feel so angry and hurt, you don't know how to release these emotions.

Kiri assured you she would fix it, but it's been an entire day, and you haven't seen Neteyam. Plus, you aren't sure if she can fix it - even when Neteyam realizes he was wrong, some damage has been done.

You catch another fish, add it to your bag, and decide to head home. This isn't helping anything.

Neteyam arrives just as you try to hoist the bag over your shoulder, and you freeze when you see him.

--

He watches her from behind the trees for a while, listening to her cursing at the fish she's killing, knowing she's picturing him in their place.

He winces with every kill.

He deserves it. He will curse himself until the day he dies for what he's done.

It's hard to explain it, even to himself. He just hopes she'll listen.

The glare she gives him when he approaches is almost lethal. "Can I carry this for you?" he asks, and the bag thuds to the ground again.

"No," she replies, spitting venom through her perfect teeth.

"Okay... can I explain myself?" He lifts his hands up, palm out, surrendering to her.

Not only is Y/N beautiful, but she is lethal. Most of the Omaticayan women are fierce, but something about Y/N gives her an extra edge. She is quiet, thoughtful, and dangerous. He's almost a little scared, which is part of why he's always been so attracted to her.

"You can apologize," she replies, standing straight, arms crossed over her chest, waiting.

"I am sorry, Y/N. Not only did Marek confess to me what... he said happened, but many confirmed it. It seems, you made some enemies, and one um, admirer. They were all too willing to confirm his story for him."

"None of that should have convinced you, Neteyam," she replied, so evenly and calmly that a chill ran up his spine. "You should have trusted me. You should have trusted how I feel about you."

"But you, Y/N," he rubbed his forehead. "You almost never tell me how you feel about me. You're very hard to read."

Her back stiffened, and her mouth opened a little as if to speak, and then closed again.

"Oh..."

--

That wasn't at all what I had expected Neteyam to say.

Though I felt very sure of my love for him - had I not done a good enough job ensuring he was sure of it, as well?

I tried to think... how many times had I told him I loved him? Not very many. But, how many times was I supposed to? Did he have a greater need to hear it than I realized?

"Still," I replied, still processing. "You wouldn't even listen to me, Neteyam."

He stepped forward. "That was wrong. I was wrong, and I should not have doubted you. It will never happen again."

You felt crushed by the look on his face. You tried to put yourself in his place; if he was feeling unsure of your affections, and so many people were lying to him, maybe it was easy to be confused?

"I would never want to be with any man, besides you," you said finally.

Neteyam stepped a little closer still, tentatively.

"I want to be your mate, Neteyam. It is all I have ever wanted. I am angry at you, very, very angry... but I see maybe I haven't made how I feel clear, to you. It all get stuck, up here." You point to your head, and you see Neteyam's expression relax.

He reaches out and takes your hand, and you allow him to pull you close.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I trust you fully, and I will never doubt you again."

"I will... I will tell you how much I feel for you every day, if it helps."

He smiles, and squeezes your hand. "You don't have to say it every day... if you don't want to."

You reach out, running your fingers from his temple to his chin.

"I could show you, instead."

His brow perks up, and his smile grows.

"Yes, that could be good."

You lean in, pressing your lips gently to his, and he takes your face gently into his hands, and then wraps his arms around you as the kiss deepens.

When you pull apart, you are both breathless and smiling.

You bend down, picking up the bag of fish, and thrust it into his arms.

"You may carry this, and then consider yourself forgiven."

He bows under the weight of it, but dutifully carries it the long walk home for you.

Neteyam never doubts you again, and you show him just how much you love him every day.

[tac-owo-sensei]

I am horrible at coming up with titles for stories, but just know this is g/t 👍

Warning: this will use giant having a human pet concept, and a bit of fearplay

A pet, that’s what I am. Born into a world that was too big for me- into a life where I was nothing, but an animal, meant to be used as a toy, a companion, or whatever my owner wanted me to be. Even still, I had hope. I was raised alongside those who believed giants to be evil, but, seeing so many different types of giants walk into the pet store, adults, teenagers, kids, I knew- no, I hoped they were like us. Human. Unfortunately, it was all for naught.

I was given as a gift to a giant my age- Jacob was his name. He barely paid me any mind. He did his thing, and I did mine. He wasn’t cruel or anything, just…quiet. 

I was seated on his desk, fumbling with an old post-it note, occasionally looking up, watching as he typed away on the computer.

I looked back as I heard the creak of the chair, the lack of the clicking keyboard. He slumped back against the chair. As I was just about to look away, our eyes locked. 

Without warning, I was suddenly lifted several feet into the air, my torso pinched between his thumb and forefinger. I had to fight the urge to squirm, especially when I slowly being lifted towards his face, until I was at eye-level with him. 

His blank stare bore into me. I was airborne, flying and freeing falling within seconds, before landing on something warm…squishy…his hand. I didn’t even have a chance to catch my breath as I was once again tossed. My stomach did flips, and once I landed back on the skin, I squeeze my eyes shut. Upon landing on the third time, I tightly grasped on his point finger, my entire body being pressed against it, eyes squeezed shut. 

“Please…no more.”

——-

Jacob never really cared about humans, or any of his fellow giants for that matter. It’s not that he was apathetic, more so that he didn’t like people. So when he was gifted a human only a few days prior, he was very clueless on what step to take next. She was relatively quiet, as was he. As usual, while he did his homework, she did her own thing, folding and unfolding a post-it note, seemingly lost in thought. 

He hadn’t know what had came over him, but once he was finished with his homework, he became bored, and what was the first thing he saw? The little human. Without thinking, something he seemed to do much of lately, he pinched her between his thumb and forefinger and brought her up to his face. 

He could feel her writhe within his grip, every tiny movement, her warmth, he could feel at all, but at the time he wasn’t too preoccupied with those thoughts. That being said, he threw her into the air, easily catching her. He had repeated this two more times, head bopping up and down as she rose and fell. 

Once she landed the third time, something different happened. She clutched onto his pointer finger, surprisingly tightly for someone of her statue. Then, she whispered something.

“Please…no more.” He could feel her tiny puffs of air on his finger, her rapid heartbeat. When he moved the finger ever so slightly, she held on tighter. 

She was trembling. 

“Hey…” he whispered. God, she truly looked so…small right now. “I’m not going to throw you.” He tried again. Even with his words, he couldn’t help the small smile that began to form on his lips. He knew finding something like her paralyzing fear of him to be cute was fucked, but he couldn’t help himself. Even still, he continued the gentle approach. 

He began to use his free hand to gently play with her hair, limiting himself to only his pinkie. She shivered underneath every little touch, but also ever so slightly loosened her grip as the minutes passed. 

Eventually, once her grip loosened enough, he brought his hand over to the desk and tilted it, grimacing only after he caused her to roll harshly only it.

“Sorry.” He mumbled. He should have never been given a pet.

[lxstfathier]

Cachorrita

Pt.5

Here you go, another thot for the cachorrita series, inspired on this ask that i received the other day, now including our beloved 141 boys! Hope you like it!! 💗

Warnings: spanking, pussy inspection, ale is kinda mean in this one lmao.

It’s 3 a.m. you really didn’t think that someone else, besides you and Johnny, would be awake. But when you sneak out of his place, cautiously trying to get to your own room, you’re caught by Alejandro and Rodolfo at the end of the hallway.

“Qué chingados estabas haciendo?” (what the fuck were you doing) Alejandro asks immediately, finding it strange to see you roam around the base at such a late hour.

You don’t know what to say. They’re not stupid, they won’t believe you if you tell them a lie, especially when you’re so close to the dorms where the 141 are staying for a few days. But that doesn’t mean you won’t try to get away with it.

“Uh- nothing, i just went to the bathroom” it’s all you manage to spit out, nervously playing with your hands.

But of course, they notice your nervousness, and that obvious look on your face that they know quite well. Those big guilty eyes that you do when you’ve been caught doing something bad.

“The bathroom is away from here” Rodolfo says, quickly catching on your lie just as you’d feared.

That’s all they need to know exactly what were you doing there, and they’re not happy about it. Their puppy? whoring herself out to the new men in base? hell no, you’re property of los vaqueros, not the 141, so they gotta remind you who do you belong to.

Alejandro grabs you by the collar, yanking it with enough force to make you gasp, and then drags you inside your room to throw you face down on the bed.

Lifting your ass up, he pulls down your shorts and uses his knee to push your legs apart, revealing what he was looking for.

“Look at this Rudy” Alejandro growls, spreading your swollen pussy with his fingers, just to see the thick cum still dripping out of your little hole. “Está llena de leche” (she’s full of cum).

“Who did that?” Rudy asks you.

“Johnny” you tell the truth this time, suppressing your moans when Alejandro rubs some circles on your sensitive clit.

“You didn’t have permission to fuck him”.

Without a warning, Alejandro takes his hand away from between your legs and lands a rough slap to your ass, so hard that your eyes fill with tears and a whine scapes from your lips.

He does it again, and again, until your soft skin turns red. But you don’t protest, you just accept your punishment like the good puppy that you are.

“Eso es suficiente Ale” (that’s enough) Rudy intervenes, making the colonel stop. “Besides, i think that maybe we can let our cachorrita have some fun with them, it may help the guys to get rid of some stress and boost their focus on the next mission”.

Alejandro thinks about it for a few seconds. Rudy has always been that voice of logic for him, not for nothing he’s the sergeant major, so he agrees with the idea.

Nothing bad can happen if they share you with the 141 for a while, right?. After all, pleasing men is what you enjoy the most.

“Bien” (fine) Alejandro lets go of his harsh grip on your collar, and pulls up your shorts, allowing you to lay down on the bed. “Now cachorrita… you’ll take a nap and then, before everyone wakes up, you’ll go to the captain’s room. It’s an order. Entendido?”.

“Si” you nod, smiling as you get under the blankets.

“Good girl.”

He pets your head, running his fingers thru your soft hair. Maybe not so mad at you like you had thought a few minutes ago. His touch more gentle and soft. Oh… if only you knew how much he hates to punish you.

After that, they both tell you to rest, and then go out of your room together, turning off the lights to let you sleep for a little bit.

But you can’t fall asleep at all, you just hug one of your stuffed animals while thinking about your next affair. Johnny was so sweet with you, he even praised you for being such an obedient pup! and you’re dying to know if captain Price will do the same!!

[apomaro-mellow]

Wrong Number 7

They had decided to meet around five, and that was when Steve and Robin drove up to the building where Eddie worked. This was it. He was going to see him face to face. He was going to be able to touch him. And feel him. He was going to be able to kiss him. It was all really happening.

He parked across the street and got out. Robin came over to his side and pulled at his sleeve.

"Is that your man?"

Steve locked the car and looked up to see Eddie, standing by the entryway, staring intensely at his phone, probably waiting for a message from Steve to tell him he had arrived. As if pulled by a magnet, his gaze lifted up and his beamed when he saw Steve.

And then he ran across the street without looking.

"Eddie!", Steve shouted when a car stopped short to not hit him but Eddie paid it no mind.

"I'm comin' babe!", Eddie exclaimed, completely missing the point.

Steve found it hard to be mad at him when Eddie was crushing him in his arms and then pinning him against his car and kissing him like he'd just come back from a war. Steve's first thought was to finally touch that hair and feel it curl around his fingers like it wanted to hold him just as close.

Eddie's tongue pushed into his mouth and Steve let it slide in easily. This was the man he'd been talking to for weeks. The man who had been the star of his fantasies for nights since the first time he ever saw his face. Eddie's hands dug into his hips and Steve could feel his rings digging in and Eddie's hips were flush with his own and-

"Okay, okay! I don't have an actual spray bottle but please stop! We're in public!", Robin pleaded.

Eddie, sweet sweet Eddie, pulled away because he didn't know Robin well enough. Steve knew her very well though and grabbed Eddie's face to bring him back in for another kiss. And another. And another. And THEN Robin started pelting Steve with something hard. He finally came up for air to see that she was attacking him with tic-tacs.

"Heel! Down boy!", Robin yelled. "I shoulda had you neutered a long time ago."

Eddie chuckled and pulled back completely, hands in the air in surrender. "Didn't mean to attack your purebred. You know how us mutts are."

Steve was listening. He was definitely listening. But he was also looking Eddie up and down in three dimensions.

"Hey Steve, got anything to say about crossing the street without looking both ways?", Robin pointed out.

"Yeah!", Steve said, brain slowly catching up. "Uh, don't! I can't make out with you if you're roadkill."

"I'll keep that in mind, baby." Eddie grabbed his hand and pulled him to his side, putting an arm around his waist.

Giddy with joy, Steve turned to Robin and mouthed at her, 'I'm baby'.

Robin rolled her eyes as they crossed the street (safely) and went inside. Her eyes got big as she took it all in.

"Steve! They've got knives! Vickie loves knives!"

"What happened to Chrissy?", Steve asked.

"I'm in high demand", Robin grinned as she checked out the wall of axes.

Eddie introduced Robin to one of his co-workers and friends who was going to help her through her lesson. To his credit, Jeff only looked slightly worried about how interested in sharp things she was. Eddie led Steve two lanes over so that they could have a bit of privacy. Well, as much as one could in a warehouse space where people were throwing axes.

Someone was playing music though, meaning their voices didn't carry and they were in their own little world. Which was just as well because Steve didn't think he could focus on much else watching the way Eddie handled an axe. He could hear Robin's voice in his head cracking wise at the whole 'being sexy with a phallic object' but Steve didn't even think Eddie was doing it on purpose.

He was literally just demonstrating on to use it but he was also showboating, lofting the axe in the air while standing in the lane. He had given Steve strict instructions not to pass a certain line and Steve wasn't looking to get his head lopped off so soon.

"Think you're ready to try?", Eddie asked.

Steve nodded and Eddie handed him an axe, handle first and then got out of the way to watch him from the side. Steve wound up and tossed it the way Eddie showed him. Not quite a bullseye but very close to it.

"How was that? ...Eddie?"

"Hm?"

"How was my throw?"

"Oh good, good. It was good." Eddie had been watching. He couldn't even think of tearing his eyes off Steve. He had watched the way his arms flexed and his hips shifted and his legs-god his legs-wait Steve was saying something else.

"Sorry, what?"

Steve smiled. He recognized the look on Eddie's face. "You didn't hear a word I just said, did you?"

"Not a thing, gorgeous."

Steve stepped over to him and put his arms around Eddie's shoulders. "I was asking if you could help me with my technique?"

That was how Eddie found himself in the much coveted position of standing flush against Steve's back, holding his wrist while directing him on how to throw the axe with one hand.

"Is that how you guys normally teach this stuff?", Robin asked, watching Eddie's hand get really bold on Steve's hip.

Jeff rolled his eyes and then averted them. "He's not affiliated with us."

It took Steve only a couple more tries to hit it dead center and when he did, Eddie kissed him like he was the one that got the target.

"I bet you take all your dates here", Steve said against his lips.

"You're the only one who's opened his eyes to how romantic axe throwing can be."

"So romantic", Steve agreed. "How the axe rushes to be with the wood."

"Mmm, it flies on the wings of love", Eddie added, then kissed Steve again, cradling the back of his head.

Steve's hands went around and stuck themselves in Eddie's back pockets. "Something something wood-splitting penetration." He went back to kissing Eddie and everything else melted away until he felt a finger poking his shoulder.

"Hey, it's your best friend. Would you come up for air for a second?"

With a sigh, Steve pulled away but kept his hold on Eddie who did the same for him. Robin jerked her head very unsubtly towards the bathroom. Steve took his hands out of Eddie's pockets.

"Be right back. Try not to miss me too much."

Steve followed Robin to the bathroom which was definitely a single and not meant for two grown people but they made it work anyway.

"So you and Eddie seem to be hitting it off..."

"He's great, isn't it?" Steve was looking at himself in the mirror. He looked like he'd been kissed a lot. From his lips to his hair it was hard not to see.

"You sure you're not, you know, drowning in him?"

"Is that a bad thing? I was a swim captain in high school, remember?"

"There's a difference between a pool and the ocean and Mr...Mr Bad Boy out there's a whole tempest", Robin said.

"Poetic. Any other warnings?"

"Yes", Robin grabbed him by the shoulders. "Please use a condom, I'm not ready to be an aunt."

"Robin, I gotta be honest...I kind of want to have his baby." Steve opened the door and there was Eddie, waiting for him.

"Almost took too long, sweetheart. I was considering breaking the door down."

"You're ridiculous", Steve said as Eddie took his hand and kissed his knuckles.

"He didn't even wash his hands", Robin said.

"Dirty baby", Eddie murmured.

"Wanna see how dirty I can get?"

Part 9 FINAL

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[starsomens]

Can you write something based on Death of Peace of Mind? It’s so smut potential 🫠🫠🫠

Note: ABSOLUTLY. I'll be involving the lyrics but not in the bad relationship way yk?? i hope that makes sense

Warnings: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION!! SMUT! Dirty talk, penetration, dominant Noah, Oral (Female receiving), semi rough sex, knd of mirror sex??, slight degrading, i-miss-you-sex, based on the song but not in the "bad relationship" way. use protection!

You were currently waiting at the terminal for the boys to show up. This was a surprise however for Noah! You had spoken with jolly before the left and he sent you all the travel information.

Leaving was always the harder part for you both. He would love for you come with him, but touring is a job and a half. He wouldn’t want to stress you out or work you to the bone. So you’d say you prolonged and sometimes tearful Goodbye, praying it goes by quicker than you think.

You watch the screen carefully for his flight to be announced. You shuffle from side to side both excited and nervous. The door of his flight lights up and it meant he was coming soon. You made sure you were away from the crowd but also somewhere he could see you clearly.

A familiar tall male had entered the terminal and you had to refrain yourself from running to him. He hasn’t noticed you just yet, so you carefully wave at jolly. He whispered something to Noah and he looked around confused. His eyes finally met yours and your face breaks into a large smile as he walks to you quickly.

“Baby” he nearly whispers as he captures you in his arms for a long hug. He straightens out and lifts you from the ground slightly. He face comes from out of your shoulder to kiss you deeply. Oh how he missed kissing you like this.

“Baby..Princess…sunshine..” he says between kisses to your lips “I missed you so much”

“I missed you too baby. A lot” you say as your eyes water a bit. His large thumbs coming to wipe them away. After your small reunion you say hello to the rest of the band and find your way to luggage. The entire time was filled with hugs and kisses whenever you could get them. After getting your luggage you actually split in the parking lot since you had driven there. The drive back was mostly catching up, kisses at the red light, pictures, and even some new tshirts he had saved for you.

Once you had gotten home you were trying to open the door but someone had started to get handsy. His large figure encasing yours as his hands wonder your body. As if he was trying to memorize the map of your body again

"Noah, baby we gotta get inside first" you chuckle as you felt his digits crawl under your shit and massage the flesh. His lips finding their place on your neck.

"Y/N, baby. I've been gone from you for too long to be patient, I need you." he whispers into your ear. You could feel him hardening as he pulled you closer. Finally you had gotten the door open and were able to get inside. Lips never leaving one others as clothes wore torn off and forgotten on the floor. You make your way up the stairs as best as you can, stumbling one or two times Refusing to break contact. Once in his room, the door was closed and you were pushed onto the bed.

"Fuck princess, I fucking missed you" he groans as he kissed down your body. he came to his knees and pulled down your panties. "I missed how you taste." without hesitation he pulls your knees on to his shoulders and dove into your pussy like a starved man.

"Oh fuck! Noah Please!" you throw your head back on to the bed as you relish in the feeling of him eating you out. He's said it before and will prove it over and over again, he loved eating you out. He loved how he could have control over your pleasure, make you squirm, moan and loose control. One hand sat on your thigh, keeping you open for him, while the other moved up and down you leg caressing your knee every now and then.

Your fingers scratch and pull at his scalp as he lapped at your clit. His lips wrap around the sensitive bundle and sucks on it roughly. You felt something prodding at your entrance, Noah then slips in his middle and ring finger.

"You take me so easy baby. So wet, just for me." he watches as his digits pump in and out of you

"Noaaahhh~" you whine as he curls his fingers to brush against that spot

"Yea baby, let me hear you." he smirks giving small licks to your clit "Gonna cum for me? Like my good girl? Cum for me." your hips buck into his mouth as you feel yourself come closer. He could feel how you constrict around him, he knew you were close. His fingers rub against your spot and his lips suck on your clit pushing you over the edge. Coating his fingers in your cum, he pulls them out and gives a long lick to your aching pussy.

"Your taste, it's addictive" he said coming up from the floor "Now, on your hands and knees baby" as you flip over his hand comes down for a firm spank on your ass. You jump with a surprised squeak

He slides himself into the heat of your walls and groans from the tightness. You let out a weak moan from the fulness of his dick, but also the sensitivity from your last orgasm.

"Fuck, baby. You're so fucking tight. God I missed you so much" In this moment, he couldn't help but remember his performance whenever he was singing those famous lyrics. Every time he sung. those words all he could think about were moments like this. You're most passionate and intimate moments together and how he missed them when he was on tour. It felt like he almost couldn't breathe without it. He missed you. Your touch, the way you tasted, the way you moan his name, the way you'd crumble in his hold, everything.

His hands comes to your shoulder and pushed you down to the mattress. The meat of your ass pressing into his hips just how he liked it.

"Look at yourself princess" he comes down to your shoulder and whispers as he laid kisses to the skin "look how you were made for me. This pussy is mine, you're mine." he pulls out nearly half way and plunges back in. He finds a steady rhythm, his hips meeting your ass, the erotic sound of skin against skin fill the room.

"that's it, my good little slut" he pants focusing on either the mirror or your figure

"Ah Noah! Right there!"

"Yea baby...fuck! Say my name!" he growls picking up his pace "I fucking missed that...say my name."

"N-Noah...fuck " you whimper out "Noah I'm close!" you whine. The familiar feeling of a tight knot formed in your stomach. Another wave of sweet ecstasy was just in reach. But of course, the man you loved pulls out just when you were ready to cum

"Noah!!" you whine from the throb he left behind. He chuckles at your frustration and sits on the bed facing the mirror. His legs hanging over the edge

"Come get on me baby. I know you miss fucking this way" if he wasn't right you'd be pissed. Crawling over you straddle him with your back facing him. You hold his dick in place as you sit down on the length and sigh feeling him much deeper than the last position you were in. His hands roam up your body and cup your breast and give them a squeeze.

"Yea just like that baby. Fuck yourself on me" he encourages you as he sucks on your neck, leaving his mark over your skin. "Fuck princess. My dirty little princess, likes watching herself me huh?" he growls with a nip to your ear

"Y-yes Noah!~" Noah meets your hips half way, buckingupwards, filling the room with sinful noises.

"Fuck! Squeeze me just like that! Where...do you, want my cum?" he asks feeling himself come close to bursting

"Inside, please....p-please baby" you moan as you ride him harder, his tip hitting your cervix

"..fuck, fuck baby! I'm gonna...cuming!" his arm wrapping around your waist keeping your close to his own body as his other hand turns your face his way to hold you in a kiss. He filled you so deliciously, to the brim just how you remembered. he pulls out of you carefully and you turn around. His lips kissing yours again but much sweeter and softer, as if he were making up for the rougher sex.

"How about a nice shower to clean up?" you offer

"So we could make another mess in the bathroom?" he laughs

"Ha ha, only if you help clean after"

"Anything for you babes" he kisses your cheek." and stands with you to walk over to the bathroom for a much needed shower.

BONUS:

"moonlight?" you ask as your head laid on his chest

"Yes sunshine?" he reciprocated your nickname

"why were you quoting your song while we had sex?" you asked taking notice

"Oh, cause that's how I feel when I'm away from you. I miss every aspect of you and its the 'death of peace of my mind' " he air quotes

"Awh my romantic man" you kiss where his heart lays

"You know you love it" he smiles holding you closer to him

"Yes I do"

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