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[medusacomplex]

Recollection pulls itself from an old corner of her mind to the days her mother used to comfort her at the strange sounds heard rampant through the night; it's the house settling, dear, it's not a monster. It's nothing to be afraid of. She'd taken it to heart, and refused to give creaks and groans any mind since then, opting instead to play ignorance as her weapon, to shun the sounds and resist the urges that begged her gaze be brought 'round her shoulder, to spot the shadow creeping at the end of the hall. She has been less successful at this strategy in the last few days, finding the smell of rot and musk and fresh dirt so pervasive that she couldn't help but allow her curiosity to get the better of her. Stupid mistakes, the kind dumb girls in horror movies make, inching towards the closet in response to the sound of dripping water, imagining the hot steam of breath on the nape of her neck and not just brushing it off, instead seeking out the source. This is not how you survive a scary movie.

Long had she been plagued by what she supposed could be best described as some sort of telltale heart syndrome; guilt gripped her, paranoia too, and they made for a deadly mix. A dead friend's arms reaching desperate from the floorboards as she attempted to sleep, a memory of the blue air of the other world she'd been caught up in, a feeling of smoke filling her lungs and a burning, a sharp pain on her palm ... all of these sensations were normal and rather natural to her by now. She had developed a numbness to the torturous memories, a thick skin to the nightmares. But as of late ... the feel of everything was different. Not entirely tangible but not as clearly self-manifested as before. She wondered, at times, perhaps these were elaborate tricks. Perhaps she was being watched, again, toyed with like some sort of prey. That brought about a sensation of anger and terror that overwhelmed her so sincerely that she had little voice to articulate it.

Perhaps the exhaustion makes her less nervous about the other's words, or perhaps she only hides her skepticism and distrust as some kind of strategic methodology; whatever it is, she takes in the words with a somewhat stoic expression, as the stranger speaks:

@antigodeus, asked: ❝ i need you to come with me. ❞

" You ... who are .... "

She begins to look behind herself, stopping as her chin reaches just before her shoulder and she can see in her peripherals an empty hallway. But she knows, she can feel it, something is there. She returns her gaze to the stranger, eyes narrowing, mouth agape. She's not sure who to trust, but the thing at her heels feels far more harrowing a choice than that which stands before her. A strained action, but she nods, takes a step towards them and forces herself not to look back down the hallway.

" What's going on? Who - are you? "

[wayward-dreamer]

Couldn't Resist

Square/s Filled: Car sex @spnaubingo

Pairing: Dean x F!Reader

Word count: 915

Summary: Y/N can't resist Dean when he's wearing a suit.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, smut: dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), car sex, public sex

A/N: Just felt like writing something short, hope you all like it! Happy reading :)

“God, we shouldn’t be doing this…”

“You’re the one who jumped me, sweetheart-”

Dean’s words were interrupted as Y/N’s lips molded to his, the kiss passionate and rough, matching the frenzy of her hands unbuttoning the top of his white shirt, knowing they didn’t have the time or the space to undress completely but she still needed to feel him. They were on a case, both of them talking to witnesses while Sam was doing research back at the motel, and well… when she saw Dean in his FBI suit she really couldn’t resist any longer than she already had since that morning. So on the drive back to the motel, she told him to pull into an alleyway next to a strip mall, climbing into his lap just as he turned off the engine to the car. It was broad daylight, there were side exits to the stores so anyone could walk out and see them, but she really couldn’t give a fuck in that moment. With her boyfriend’s hard cock pressing against her wet panties, the only thing she cared about was freeing him from the confines of his dress pants as much as she could, and getting him inside her immediately.

“What did you tell Sam?” she asked, breathlessly as his lips moved down her neck.

“Baby needed fuel,” he replied between kisses along her neck.

Y/N glanced over her shoulder to see a man walk past the alley, too distracted by his phone. Anyone walking past could easily look down the length of the lane and see them through the windshield.

“We should hurry,” she muttered, reaching for his belt.

Dean smirked as his palms slid up her thighs and over the curve of her ass, her black skirt bunched up around her waist, her own white shirt open down to her stomach with her white lace bra exposed to him, and hopefully only him. He pulled her panties aside just as she undid his pants, wrapping her hand around his incredible girth as she lifted herself up, slightly. There wasn’t any time to waste, so she didn’t, sinking down on him and letting out a rough gasp as his shaft stretched her walls, completely sheathed by them. He held onto her hips and helped her rock against him, her hands clenching his shirt tight as she threw her back, moaning loudly at the feel of his cock pumping in and out of her tight heat.

“Fuck, this is the best idea you’ve ever had, babe,” he groaned, his neck straining, veins pressed against his skin as he laid his head back against the top of the seat. “You look so fucking good like this, love it when my good girl gets so deseprate for me.”

She moaned wantonly as she continued to ride him, his hands pulling her hips down hard and fast, just the way she liked it. The head of his shaft was pressing against her g-spot with every thrust, her walls gripping him tight every time and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold on for too long. Which was probably a good thing because of where they were. Quickies in the Impala were few and far between considering they were always with Sam, so whenever they found some time alone, they had to take it.

“Oh fuck, oh god, Dean,” she whimpered, dropping her back down and staring deep into his green orbs. “Love the way you feel, love feeling your cock inside me…”

“Shit,” he hissed, his lips pulling into a grin as he watched her. “So perfect, look so good riding my cock, sweetheart. You close?”

“Yeah,” she gasped, taking his hand and bringing it between her legs.

Y/N bounced faster on Dean’s lap just as his fingers circled her swollen nub, sounds of pleasure leaving both of them as they chased that blissful release. Her head tipped back as her hand pressed into the top of the car for leverage, her moans growing louder as her hips faltered, and he knew how close she was. With one last moan from both of them, her core tightened, her walls clenching around his throbbing cock, wetness covered him just as spurts of his seed spilled inside her. They both tried catching their breath as they came down from the high, a soft giggle escaping her as her eyes met his.

“Fuck, that was awesome,” he smirked, pulling her down for a searing kiss.

She hummed against his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck as she pushed herself closer to him. They were lost in the moment until she briefly opened her eyes, her peripheral view catching someone opening the back door to one of the stores. She ripped her mouth away from Dean’s, leaving him stunned in his seat as she climbed off his lap.

“Someone’s there,” she huffed, quickly fixing her clothes.

That launched him into action as well, making sure he was decent before starting the car, the engine roaring to life. He drove forward, looking through the rearview mirror and grinning as he saw the confused store owner watching them leave. As he pulled out onto the main road, they looked at each other, both of them erupting into laughter. He took her hand in his and brought to his lips, planting a soft kiss to her knuckles as they made their way back to the motel.

His girl was full of surprises and he loved it.

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

Live on Air - Lando Norris

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As you drove home, under the street lights illuminating the road beneath you, you spotted a notification on your phone that was on the seat next to you. From what you could see, it was Lando messaging about something, but you couldn't read the fine print of the text.

Thankfully, your phone was connected to your car and it wasn't long before the message popped up on the center console of the vehicle. 'Hey baby, I'll be on stream when you get home, so feel free to come and say hi!' the text read, but you weren't really feeling like being on stream today. 

You were home within a few minutes, so you parked the car and walked up to the front door. You found it was still locked as Lando wouldn't be able to hear if anyone came in or not. Unlocking it, you slipped your shoes off and put them orderly in the rack. 

Walking up the stairs, you heard Lando talking to someone, so you assumed he was doing the stream with one of his friends, most likely Max. You stripped off your work clothes and changed into some grey joggers and a baggy hoodie that you probably stole off Lando at some point. 

As you didn't want to disturb his stream, you went downstairs to the living room to watch some TV to wind down. You snuggled up on the couch with a blanket and all of the pillows you could possibly find, and scrolled through Netflix to find something you hadn't already watched.

After around an hour of reverting back to watching Friends for what felt like the tenth time, you felt your stomach rumbling and remembered that Lando probably hadn't had dinner either. Shooting him a quick text, you pressed play on the controller again and waited for his reply.

Checking your phone a short while later, you saw that Lando wanted pasta, and you also felt like having some garlic bread, so you didn't object. You paused the show, and started boiling the water in the pot. 

Meanwhile, you let the chopped tomatoes, garlic, peppers, chorizo and basil simmer away in the pan as it made a tasty sauce. As you poured the pasta into the boiling water, you were careful not to let any splash on you, but a huge droplet jumped onto your hand as you yelped in shock.

You ran to the sink, running the cool water onto your hand. the droplet left a little red circle that still hurt slightly. You grabbed a plaster from the cupboard to stop the burn from getting dirty, and stuck it to the back of your hand.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted that the pasta was boiling over and onto the stove top. "Shit!" you said, striding over to the cooker and turning the pasta down. You fished around with a fork and plucked a piece out, finding out that it was a bit too soft. 

You drained it and plated it up, pouring the sauce out over the pasta. You realised that you had forgotten to put the garlic bread in the oven, but you thought it was fine to put it in now and have it later. 

You picked up Lando's plate and made your way up to his room so that it wasn't cold when he got it. You knocked on the door, hearing a muffled 'Come in' from inside. You opened the door and watched as Lando spun around on his chair to face you.

"Hey, baby! Chat, look who it is!" he spoke, opening his arms out for you. You set the plate and cutlery down on his desk and perched down next to him. "I forgot to put the garlic bread in, so it's going to take another then minutes," you smiled, balancing yourself on the armrests of his chair.

"That's fine, where's yours?" he asked, pushing his keyboard back so he could bring his plate forward. "Mine's downstairs," 

"Do you want to come up here and eat? Max is having dinner too," he said, and there was no way you could say no to him. Some of his brown curls had fallen onto his forehead and the lights in his room cast the perfect light on his skin.

"Yeah, I'll go and grab mine," you said, doing exactly that. When you had gotten back, you found an armchair next to his gaming chair. Sitting down, you saw that Lando had taken his headphones off and had the audio sounding out through the room.

"I know guys, I know. She's brilliant and I am very lucky to have her," he smiled, reading the messages from chat. He meant every word of it and felt like the luckiest man alive to be able to just have you in his life.

"Lando, what the hell are you doing?" Max yelled, Lando laughing and tears streaming down his face.

"I was gone for 2 minutes," you laughed, sitting down and tucking into your pasta. They always got up to some shenanigans, but you didn't think things could happen that quickly.

"Stream is crazy, what can I say," Lando said, also tucking into his pasta. "Babe, chat is asking what we're having," 

"We are having pepper, tomato and chorizo pasta with garlic bread that is coming in a few minutes," you giggled, watching as chat told you what they were also telling you what they were having for dinner.

As you were about to finish, Lando noticed the plaster on your hand. "Hey, what happened here?" he asked, taking your hand and swiping his fingers over the plaster. 

"Oh, I burnt it," you shrugged, trying to go back to eating. 

"You burnt it? How?" he panicked, checking you all over as if you had burnt your entire body. "The water from the pasta got onto my hand when I was pouring it, no big deal," you told him. He brought your hand up to his lips and planted a soft kiss over the area. 

"Awww he does have a heart," you heard Max mock and chat was going out of their mind because of how cute you were. You were racing against Max and Lando a few minutes later, and you were battling with Lando for the win. 

You knew he could absolutely beat the living hell out of you on this game, so it was obvious he was just going easy on you. Suddenly, a loud beeping rang out through the house and it instantly hit you what it was. "Shit, the garlic bread!" you yelled springing out of the chair and running down to the kitchen.

Opening the oven, you saw the charred garlic bread and flung it out and onto the counter top. You plated the blackened bread up and took it to Lando. "Do you want some crispy garlic bread?" you giggled, showing the plate to the camera. 

"Oh my god that is horrendous," he laughed as you pouted at him with your pitiful plate of bread in your hands. "I just wanted garlic bread," you complained, putting it on top of your dirty plates and reading all of the funny messages from chat about your fail.

"We can order some in, if you want," he said, feeling just as heartbroken as you were about the lack of garlic bread. Well, he wasn't necessarily disappointed at the absence of the bread, he was saddened by the look of discontent on your face. 

"It's alright, there are a few bits that aren't overly crispy," 

You were enjoying yourself, racing with Max and Lando, talking with the fans, providing the comedic relief. You were squirming about in your seat as it had gotten uncomfortable after a while. Lando gently grabbed your wrists and tugged you over to him. 

You sat yourself on his thigh and laced one of your arms around his shoulders. It was nice just to spend time with him, his best friend and his fans - who meant the world to him. 

You let yourself lean into him as his scent enveloped you. It made all of your worries melt away and you quickly forgot about the carbonated garlic bread. "You look pretty," he said, shifting beneath you to make it more comfortable for the both of you.

"Thank you, baby," you said, just as the 5 red lights appeared for the next race you were doing. 

"What do you guys wanna do now?" Max asked as you had just finished the final round of racing. 

"Eurotruck Simulator," you said, looking Lando dead in the eyes. For some reason, it was one of your favourite games and you always got really into it. Neither of them disputed, and you were tanking down the road in your truck before you knew it. 

"Chat, how long do you think it'll be before Lando crashes the truck into another car?" you asked, watching as the replies from chat came flooding in. The general consensus was around 10 seconds, so that was what you betted on. 

Lando took over from you, his arms entrapping you on him. Just as you suspected, the truck was careened into a car beside him, "It doesn't turn! How am I supposed to not crash when it doesn't turn?" he raged, causing you and Max to cry of laughter. 

"Lando, it does turn, you just have to-" you started, but were cut off by another fit of laughter as Lando banged his fist on the table in frustration. This was a man who drove insanely fast cars at hundreds of kilometers an hour, but he couldn't drive a truck in a PC simulator game. 

You took over again, trying to pay back the debt Lando had racked up by crashing the truck a good three to four times. After a while, Lando noticed you were talking less and yawning a bit more. "Hey, you tired?" he whispered in your ear, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

"Just a little," you responded while everyone was focused on something Max was doing.

"Do you want to go to bed?" he asked, resting his head on your shoulder and gently kissing your neck. "Yeah, I think I'll go. I'll take the plates then head off," you nodded, getting ready to say goodnight to chat and retire for the night. 

"OK everyone, we're going to head off now," Lando said, the chat becoming filled with messages saying goodbye. "You can stay if you want," you quietly said to Lando as Max also said goodbye. 

"We've been on for a few hours no, it's alright. You head to bed, I'll get the plates," he said, waving as they turned the stream off and said their goodbyes to each other over the call. Then, silence settled over the room. 

You clambered off Lando's lap and straight into your bedroom. You collapsed onto the bed and nestled yourself in the sheets until you were comfy. When Lando came in, all he could see was the outline of you in bed and your head poking out of the top. 

He smiled at how cute you were, and he was incredibly happy that you came on stream with him tonight. He knew you were too tired sometimes, which was completely fine and understandable. The chat loved you, and you certainly knew how to work the camera. 

All it took was one flash of your dazzling smile and everyone was happy.  "You need anything before I get in?" he asked, stroking your hair from behind. 

"Nope," you shook your head, wanting nothing but for him to get in and cuddle you. As if he read your mind, he turned off the lights and shuffled in bed beside you. You tucked yourself underneath his chin and wrapped your legs around his waist. 

His hand snuck up the back of your hoodie and his fingers gently trailed the skin on your spine. "Are you streaming tomorrow?" you asked through the darkness.

"Not planning on it, why?" 

"I just thought we could go out or something," you said, your eyelids drooping heavily as sleep was slowly taking over your body. "Sure, we could go for lunch, or ice cream. I'm pretty sure the fair is in town so we could go tomorrow night," he said, waiting for a response. 

He quickly realised you were asleep, and grinned to himself. The fair could wait till tomorrow, he thought.

A/N - Do you guys want to see part 2 when they go to the carnival? Let me know <3

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[pedrilcvr]

Domestic!Pedri Head cannons ۶ৎ

I cannot contain myself. I’m actually about to tweak thinking about these. 😭 Thank you Enny for helping me come up with these smooch smooch. Sorry I got so carried away with these…

feel free to request head canons about anyone !

⌗ Domestic Pedri who, you catch talking to Nilo all the time. Pedri will walk around the house with the little black pup in his arms, pointing things out to him.

“And that’s a picture of me and your uncle Fer.. And that’s my new shoes, those you better not touch.” or he’ll scroll through his camera roll, showing pictures of many different things, mostly pictures he’d taken of you. “Look at her, isn’t she just perfect?” It’s genuinely the most adorable thing in the world.

⌗ Domestic Pedri who, after a rough day of practice just wants to lay in between your legs while you thread your fingers through his freshly dried hair. After he adopted Nilo, every time he tries to enjoy your cuddles, the pup will jump and scratch at your legs till Pedri picks him up and lays him on his chest. A small smile takes over your lips at the sight, your boyfriend was just too adorable and so was your new addition.

⌗ Domestic Pedri who, likes to cook with you. It had become a common routine for the two of you after you moved in together. Now, with a dog running around the house, you two found yourselves tripping over him often. When you do so, you both erupt into a light of laughter, spewing out apologies and kissing Nilo’s head even though he wasn’t hurt.

⌗ Domestic Pedri who, after a long day at practice begs you to wait to shower until he gets home. He always insists that, “it’s saving water.” But you know he just wants an excuse to be close to you, and of course you always agree. You loved the way he peppered your shoulders with soft kisses and the way his hands felt massaging the shampoo into your scalp. Showers with Pedri were when you were your most relaxed, and he felt the same way.

⌗ Domestic Pedri who, never leaves you alone. On your days off you like to make meals and snacks for each other instead of going out, knowing Pedri was on a strict diet, it helped save cost anyways. Whenever you are making something, Pedri will sneak up on you, snaking his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. Despite knowing what you were making, he’ll ask anyways, “What’re you making, amor?” He just loved to hear your sweet voice reply.

⌗ Domestic Pedri who, always, and I mean always gives you three kisses whenever he’s about to leave or whenever he is grateful or even if he just is passing by. It’s never on the same spot, he kisses your lips, shoulders, cheek, temple, jaw, neck, anywhere. And he’ll rotate them every time. His own little way of saying, “I love you.” without actually saying it, not that he has a problem saying those three words, but he just liked the simplicity and intimacy of kissing you.

⌗ Domestic Pedri who, loves to cuddle with you whenever he can. On his days off he likes to sleep in, groaning and complaining any time you try to cut it short to do your morning duties. Once you’re done (after prying yourself from his grip), you climb back into bed, this time spooning him, intertwining your legs together. Pedri loves to feel your soft breaths against his neck, half of the time it will lull him back to sleep.

⌗ Domestic Pedri who, paces around the house constantly. Being an athlete, he is used to moving around constantly, which causes him to feel antsy when he’s sitting alone for too long. After coming home from work, you often find him walking around the living room, staring at his phone. He only settles down when he spots you, pulling you in for a welcoming hug.

⌗ Domestic Pedri who, doesn’t care much for TV shows, but will watch anything with you as long as you’re cuddling. He tries to pretend he isn’t completely enthralled in whatever you’re watching, but his random outbursts when something stupid happens says all you need to know.

“He did WHAT?” , “Is this a joke?”

⌗ Domestic Pedri who, prefers staying in instead of going out for dates. With him constantly in the public eye, he feels uncomfortable with the invasion of privacy. When he’s having intimate moments with you, he prefers not to have to hide or mellow it down. In the safety of your home, he can kiss you anywhere he pleases without wondering how the media will react. He also just likes to have you all to himself, so being at home gives you all the privacy in the world with no interruptions.

⌗ Domestic Pedri who, will do anything for you. If you’re having a bad day, he will pamper you senseless. If you are sick, he will disappear for half an hour and come back with your favorite foods or things to cheer you up. He loves to take care of you. He hates to see you hurting and would do anything to make you feel better.

⌗ Domestic Pedri who, is the biggest baby when he’s sick. At first, he’ll act like it doesn’t bother him, but the second you make a concerned face, he’s suddenly so much sicker. He’ll pout and pretend he’s on his death bed till you call out of work to nurse him back to health.

⌗ Domestic Pedri who, loves to do anything as long as it’s with you. You want to play board games? He’s already on the way to grab them. You want to go shopping? He’s grabbing the keys. You want to go to the movies? He’s putting on a hoodie. You want to go for a walk? He’s grabbing his sneakers. Anything you want, he will do.

⌗ Domestic Pedri who, doesn’t hesitate to clean the dishes after meal times. He’d rather take care of it right away so you don’t have to worry about it later. He’s always on top of things around the house, too. If something needs repaired, he’ll make the calls for you. Your family loves to tease him about how good of a husband he’ll be one day, and you can’t help but agree.

(DT): @halfwayhearted ^_^

[hischierswhore]

Can you write about Luke Hughes being in a long-time relationship with a girl who is a figure skater, she goes to a competition where she wins first place and he is there with his parents supporting her, so a couple of days later when he is doing press someone asks him about it and he is like a proud boyfriend speaking about how he feels and how his family supports her too. Please, I love your writing.💕

gold medalist

pairing: luke hughes x figure skater!reader

a/n: my first fic for an NHL player! i haven't written a fic in a WHILE so i hope this is decent. also thank u anon <3

You were currently competing in the 2024 World Figure Skating Championship in Montreal. Your parents sadly were unable to make the event, the biggest event you've even been part of. Luckily for you, your boyfriend Luke and his parents had come to support you.

They looked beyond excited to watch you perform, especially Luke, who had never seen you perform before due to his hectic schedule. They were extremely supportive and could barely contain their excitement during your performance. It was moving and you looked so elegant as you glided across the ice so effortlessly.

Finally, the competition had ended and the results were ready to be revealed. You listened and applauded as the other competitors' names were called for 2nd and 3rd place, which made the butterflies in your stomach even worse. You thought you did great, but you'd also seen your competitors perform, and you were taken aback by their beautiful performances, leaving you to think that you didn't place at all.

"And the winner of the 2024 World Figure Skating Championship is... Y/N L/N!" The announcer shouted as the entire arena jumped up with cheers.

You had not processed the words that just came out of the announcers mouth. You were frozen, your hands shaking uncontrollably as you stood in the middle of the ice. You snapped out of your daze, tears beginning to trickle down your cheeks as you took it all in. You did it. You did the damn thing.

"Thank you everyone! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I am so happy! This is such a surreal moment. I can't believe any of this is happening" You exclaimed as the announcer handed you the microphone and the judges had given you flowers and your gold medal.

Moments later, you were free to meet up with Luke and his parents. The second they saw you, Luke ran to you and carried you into his arms. He held you tight and kissed your head repeatedly.

"Y/N, baby, I'm so proud of you. I love you so much, don't ever doubt yourself" He said to you, his eyes brimming with tears.

"I won't. I promise" You replied, kissing him gently on the lips.

His parents soon approached you and they were both cheering as loudly as possible for their daughter-in-law.

"Y/N we are so proud of you honey! You deserve this, you really do. Congratulations" Luke's mother said as she hugged you tightly. She pulled back and wiped away the tears from her face.

"Now go get changed! We're going to celebrate tonight!" Luke's father added as he walked off to tell everyone else about your win.

A few days later, you were back in New Jersey, seeing as Luke had a game and you had never failed to miss a single one since you started dating all those years ago.

Luke was currently doing press while you were at your shared apartment tidying up before you headed to the game. You turned on the tv to watch the press conference while you cleaned.

You were in the process of cleaning the counter when you looked at the tv to find your own image on the screen, along with Luke and his parents.

"Luke we have to ask. Your amazingly talented girlfriend Y/n recently competed in the World Figure Skating Championship and won the first place prize. What was going through your head in that moment when her name was called?" A reporter asked the 6'2 man, holding her mic towards him.

"Well, I just felt nothing short of complete pride. My beautiful girlfriend competed magnificently and did the most amazing job she possibly could. There was no question in my mind that she would take home first place, she deserved every bit of that trophy. I am so proud of her. Her dedication to the sport and hard work really paid off and it was very rewarding to witness. I'm so glad I got to be there with her to cheer her on. It's moments like these that remind me how lucky I am to have her" Luke responded confidently.

The reporters questions continued as he began asking more specific questions about your relationship and how things were between you two now.

You smiled when you heard him say 'my beautiful girlfriend', 'lucky I am' and 'her dedication'. You couldn't help but feel extremely loved when he spoke like that about you. He was so genuine, and it showed through everything he did and said.

"One final question Luke. We saw that your parents were there to help you cheer Y/n on from the stands. What did they think about Y/n's win?" The reporter then asked him.

"My parents were ecstatic. They had such an awesome time watching her compete. Mom couldn't stop telling me how incredibly happy she was, and dad said it was absolutely perfect. They know how much effort Y/n puts into skating, and they were able to experience that firsthand. That night was a special one, and they told me how lucky I am to have found someone like Y/n and be able to share moments like that with them. That will definitely be a night I'll never forget." Luke stated happily.

Once the interview concluded, you watched the footage with a huge smile on your face. You were feeling rather giddy inside as you remembered that evening, especially when Luke had placed his arm around your waist and pulled you close to him, whispering something in your ear.

Your heart skipped a beat when he mentioned how lucky he was to have found someone like you, and how special it was to share moments like that with you. You loved hearing how affectionate he was with you, knowing full well that not many men actually showed that kind of emotion towards their girlfriends or wives.

It made you fall deeper and deeper in love with him each day, despite the fact that you were already head over heels for him. It made your feelings grow stronger, making you want to spend every waking moment with him and wake up next to him each morning.

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Never Shall We Die [teaser]

«« Nothing is too outlandish when it’s a life of liberty on the line »» 

PAIRING: kwon soonyoung x reader

PLAYLIST: right here!

SYNOPSIS: Deadliest pirate on the high seas or a damn fool?

The stupid King and his men have snatched Hoshi's precious pirate ship with their too clean, too soft hands; grounds to question his own vices. Except, when he and his crew land in the quarters of a navy ship, revenge on their roster, they stumble across a princess in its gallows.

Hoshi wonders if he's just struck gold, or if you'd become the final tread to his downfall.

GENRES: pirate!au, enemies to lovers, slowburn, angst, fluff, smut [minor dni], some pirates of the carribean vibes but ? idk

WORD COUNT [full fic]: est. 30k | [teaser]: ~1k

RELEASE DATE: est. May 19th, 2024 - may change

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WARNINGS [!is subject to change upon publishing of the full fic!]: slowburn, being taken hostage, knives, bombs, and guns, mentions of blood, mentions of SA (does not happen and it is not explicitly mentioned), alcohol, mentions of death (patricide), hoshi is ✨selectively moral✨but kind of moral nonetheless, smut tags to be added in the full fic

[AN]: hai i am back with another monstrosity 😃 biggest thank you to @highvern for brainstorming with me and beta-ing for me, this fic would not exist without her!!!!! im super excited for this to come out, its my best work yet and i hope you all like it too!!!!

teaser under the cut!

“Did your stupid father drop you on your head as a baby?” 

Hoshi stands before you under the light of the midnight moon, an incredulous expression on his face. You try to keep the scowl off your own but it proves difficult when his voice pierces your skull. 

You ignore him from your position on the floor, “I know my father, and I know he loathes you enough to finally want you and your incompetent crew gone for good.”

He scratches his chin, “Can’t be that incompetent if he hates us so much.”

“I can help you.”

“You were ready to die than to be on the same ship as us a few hours ago. What’s changed?”

“Perspective,” you shrug in an attempt to remain nonchalant. 

“Are you gonna go back to wailing in the morning then?” 

God, this was going to be the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do. 

“You want your ship back and you were hoping for someone less important to exchange it for. But you’re stuck with me and you know it’s not going to end well for you. You need my help.” 

“Why so merciful, miss princess? Are you not on your father’s side?” 

You gulp as discreetly as possible.

“I want something in exchange.”

He raises his eyebrows, staring at you to continue. 

“I want you to kill my father.”

If his eyebrows were raised before, they’ve broken for the skies now. He leans his head back, eyes closing for a moment before reopening, reigning back to you before asking very gracefully; “What?” 

“I want you to kill my father.”

“No, I got that bit,” he snaps. “Your father as in, the King?”

“Yes, as you’ve pointed out far more times than anyone else.” You can’t help but roll your eyes despite the weight of the situation and the hammering in your chest. 

He stares at you in an expression you can’t quite read, and it unsettles you deeply. For a moment, you wonder if you’ve gravely miscalculated, watching as he moves around the mast you’re tied to. Out of the corner of your eye you see the metal glint of a dagger, and you nearly short circuit. 

Is he about to cut my hands off?

You feel a distinct tug at your wrists, the sound of slicing, and the voice in your head asking why it didn’t hurt. 

Suddenly your hands are free, intact and free as you achingly bring them in front of you, wincing audibly at the pain of moving them after so long. 

“You can jump into the water if you’d like, I won’t stop you.” He walks back over, sitting cross legged opposite you, at eye level. 

“What?”

“You’ve clearly gone mad, I’ll find another way to get my ship back.”

“I’m being serious.”

“Of course, and I utterly enjoy having a kingdom’s worth of blood on my hands. Shall I take the entirety of the court down while we’re at it?”

“Why are you acting like you’re above murder? Another part of your strange moral code?” 

“No, no, not above it at all. But I like my head and rather not have it guillotined. They might skim over the death of some too-nosy soldier but I doubt they’d leave me be after I put a bullet between the King’s eyes.”

“I’ll protect you.”

He looks at you for a moment, “Quite reassuring.” 

You sit up straighter, licking your lips as you prepare yourself. “My father isn’t a good man.”

The pirate captain snorts, “Oh, I’m well aware.”

You try not to stare too hard at the still unsheathed dagger that he digs into the floorboards, knifing out splinters in disregard. 

“My father doesn’t want me home, he wants the crown home. He wants me to be a carbon copy of himself, he wants to be in control long after he’s gone.” You try not to grind your teeth too hard but it’s difficult when your father’s face burns behind your eyelids. “I want control over the throne, full control.”

“And your conclusion is to eliminate him.”

“I don’t have another choice.”

“Then what? You’ll pardon me and my crew after we get our hands dirty for you?” he asks, eyes wide in mock hope. 

“Yes. You can do whatever it is that you sail about doing and no one will be of bother. I might ask you for sparing favours. For a wage of course. But other than that, you can live as lawlessly as you wish.”

“You’re asking me to become your personal lackey?”

“Having a queen’s favour is no small feat I hope you’re aware. Besides, it's a leap better than the hoops you’ve been jumping through during my father’s reign.” 

You realised his face had been shrouded by the dark between your negotiating and the clouds that had veiled the moon. Every moment that was supposed to strengthen your understanding of the man that sat across from you only brought you more confusion. 

“You want your ship and freedom of land and sea,” you continue when it’s silent for a beat too long. “I only ask for a small favour in return.”

“I’d argue the miniscule nature of what you’re asking from me,” he scoffs.

“Nothing is too outlandish when it’s a life of liberty on the line.” 

There crawls in the silence once again, the same one that seems to grab you by the throat for every moment that ticks past undisturbed. 

“We’ll have to see to that,” he says, huffing as he gets back on his boot clad feet. You follow him with your eyes as he walks towards the creaky stairs that lead to the lower deck, utterly confused. 

“Where are you going?” you ask, bewildered at his strange behaviour. 

Turning around, just as he had a mere day ago in your quarters and you feel yourself suppressing a shudder. “I have a crew to consult.”

So he was considering it. 

“But you’re the captain.”

“And?”

[haerinari]

Love Letter - Anton

pairing: classmate!anton x fem!reader.

summary: a boy who confess his love for you with a love letter.

genre: fluff.

LOVE 199 Series: wonbin, sungchan, eunseok, anton, shotaro, sohee, seunghan.

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"okey class..." miss kang, your music teacher, said. "i want you to work on a project that's due on friday, you will have this two days to make it and then show it to the class. ya'll have to make a song and, the work is in pairs, so c'mon"

what a great day for your bestfriend, haerin, not come to class. who will you work with now? ugh, how you hate to work with other people.

"hey, y/n?" a soft voice that you knew perfectly, said behind you.

never mind, you love to work with other people.

"oh, hi anton!" you replied with the biggest smile ever, turning around on your chair to face him.

anton was the cutest boy from your class, he had beautiful brown eyes and a smile that made worthy going to class everyday. you had a crush on him since the year started, his sweet and shy personality caught your heart immediately, he was kind to everyone and the best of the music class.

"uhm... i saw that haerin didn't come today and that you didn't have a pair to do the work, so i was wondering if maybe, you know, wanna work with me?" anton said passing his hand over his neck, looking down his feet. how could you deny this amazing proposal?

"of course!" you replied almost jumping from your chair. god y/n, don't make so obvious that you like him. "i mean, yes, i'll really like that anton." you smiled softly.

"great! so i'll send you a text with my address, is it okay if we go to my house? i think we can use my cello, so..."

"yeah yeah, sure. i'll be there"

haerin was going to die when you tell her.

after spending a really long time deciding what you were going to wear to go to anton's house, you decided that a long sleeve gray shirt and a pair of jeans would be completely fine.

when you arrived to his home, he greet you with a soft smile and comfy clothes. when you thought he couldn't look prettier, oh you were completely wrong. anton took you to his room, opening the door and letting you sit in the corner of his bed. the room was actually very comfortable, it had a very soft bed, and a desk that was full of music sheets, a computer and other type of stuff. his cello was on the corner of his room, you had never seen anton playing before, of course that you imagined that he was as good as he was on everything else.

"i was thinking that maybe we could make a short song, i could play the cello and my brother has a violin that maybe he can borrow you" he said sitting next to you.

"oh, i don't know how to play the violin, anton. i actually can't play any instruments" you confessed.

"don't worry, i'm going to teach you and you'll be ready by friday" anton replied to you with a smile.

"okay..."

"ll be right back"

anton left the room, probably to look after the violin of his brother, you thought. you got up from the bed, going to his desk and looking at the papers that were all spread around. some of them, calling your attention.

"Love 119" was the title, you took the paper in your hands, reading carefully at the beautiful lyrics that you supposed that he was composing.

"Stolen my heart, that girl's a killer

Love so good, feels like a thriller

It's begun

This is an emergency

One-one-nine, one-one-nine

Save my life, save my life

She sets me free

This is an emergency love

You turn on like a flashlight

On and on, grabbing my attention

In a crowd packed shoulder to shoulder

For a moment I saw only you, no other"

"y/n i got the— what are you doing?" anton said getting back into the room, his eyes wide open as he immediately recognized the paper that was on your hands.

"i was just reading this beautiful song, did you wrote th-"

"uhm we should probably focus on the violin" he said cutting you off, his hands grabbing quickly the paper from yours and hiding them under his pillows.

“i’m sorry anton, is actually very good by the way"

"i-it's just some stupid lyrics" he murmured nervously. "we should probably start"

"yeah sure"

the rest of the afternoon you spend it learning what anton was teaching you. his presence behind you, his hands on top of yours to teach you how to properly use the bow were actually making you fell very nervous. his breath touching your neck when he talked, and the way his soft voice was entering your ears, how could you not fall more in love?

you and him spend the rest of the afternoon like that, being so close to each other that you could feel like your heart was coming out from your chest. you were almost ready with the song, it wasn’t actually very hard to play the violin, but this wasn’t what you care the most about right now. could your heart resist this feeling of not telling anton that you liked him? could you really keep hiding your feelings for him?

you were scared to tell him, what if he doesn’t feel the same about you? what if he just sees you as a friend and just wanted to be nice with you? what if he thinks that you are ugly? what if…? what if…? what if…? what if…?

“y/n are you paying attention to what i’m sayin?” he asked behind you, you were so lost on your mind.

you turned to look at him, putting the violin down and looking at his beautiful, big brown eyes. he is even prettier this close, you thought. his face was so close to yours that if you move forwards a little bit, his lips would be all over yours. you saw his face, his eyes looking at you like if he was scanning you. his eyes going from yours, then your lips, and then your eyes again. you got a little closer, watching as anton’s cheeks were starting to become red. he didn’t even move a muscle, he was just taking a moment to look at your face.

“anton, i…” you hold your breath, are you going to confess right now? “i should probably go home, is getting late and my mom is waiting for me…” stupid y/n.

“ah y-yeah, yeah. you’re right, yeah” anton answered getting a step back, his eyes looking everywhere but you.

“thanks for teaching me how to play the violin, see you tomorrow at school”

“see you…”

the presentation went really good, anton and you performed the song and it was amazing. you even got the higher score of the class 10/10.

the past two days all you could think about was what happened at anton’s house. the last days that you had been even more closer to him due the proyect, made you realize that your feelings for the sweet boy were actually true. you and haerin already had a conversation about all this situation, she told you that it was better to express your feelings than to hide them. after all, you didn’t know what could happen.

you left the music classroom and went back to the normal, the door was closed and there was no one inside. your thoughts were eating you from the inside, all you can think about is anton, anton, anton…

anton and his sweet smile, anton and his beautiful black hair, anton and his gorgeous brown eyes, anton and how soft and kissable his lips looked back the other day.

you unzipped your backpack, taking out your water bottle thinking that could drown your thoughts alway. but instead of that, a small pieces of paper that were arranged like flash-cards and a yellow piece of paper fell to the floor. you took them in your hands, opening carefully the yellow paper first and reading what was in the inside.

“You turn on like a flashlight

On and on, grabbing my attention

In a crowd packed shoulder to shoulder

For a moment I saw only you, no other"

—Love 119

Love 119…? Love 119… oh god, this can’t be real.

you sweared to god you were going to die from a heart attack in that moment.

you took that other papers, the flash-cars, on your hands. once again, reading carefully what was in the first piece of paper.

“A satellite is an object in space that orbits around the earth until it stops working, they send signals to let the earth know how the sky feels.”

then the second.

“Even tho i can’t send you signals about my feelings for you because i’m too shy and scared of rejection…”

and finally the third one.

“…I want to be your own satellite, in that way, i could orbit around you for the rest of my life”

you felt like you were going to cry at any point, a smile appearing on your face from ear to ear. no one has never give this kind of sweet and beautiful thing before.

“so… what do you think?” a male figure that was standing next to the classroom door said. anton.

“was this you?” you asked, standing from the chair and walking to him.

“why it looks like you’re going to cry?” he laughed a little bit.

“because i am!” you said whipping your tears away. “no one has ever done this before to me”

“i’m actually very glad that i’m the first one” he smiled.

“why didn’t you tell me before?”

“because i’m too shy and i could barely talk to you before, also i was super scared that you didn’t like me back” he confessed.

“but of course i like you back, anton. do you now how hard was trying not to kiss you back when we were on your house?” you told him.

“tell that to me, i couldn’t sleep knowing i wasted such an opportunity” you giggled.

“and do you want to waste that opportunity again?”

“no” he quickly replied.

“then kiss me, kiss me anton”

his hands went to cup your cheeks, his lips coming closer to your until finally, it happened. anton’s lips were soft against yours, just as you imagine, his lips moving perfectly on yours, the kiss that you both have been waiting for so long was finally happening.

“was the lyrics of the song that i read on your house, were about me?” you asked, your forehead pressed against his.

“you weren’t supposed to see that” he said with and embarrass smile, hiding his face in your neck.

“awww, but it was so cute!” you laughed, your hands touching his hair. “are you going to let me read it now that you know i like you too?”

“maybe…” he thought for a second, looking back at your eyes. “just if you give me another kiss” he smiled.

“i’ll give you a million of kisses anton” you replied connecting your lips once again.

[fanficgirl429]

Awake (smut)

Pairings: Mike Schmidt x Reader

Fem!Reader

Warnings: Sex- 18+ only!

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Staring up at the blank ceiling your mind was going in a million directions. It had been another sleepless night- lots of tossing and turning. Somehow your boyfriend had managed to stay asleep the whole night. 

The book on your nightstand was calling your name. Ripping the blankets off your body, you quietly stood up, grabbed your book and left your bedroom. You closed the door quietly behind you so you wouldn’t wake Mike up. 

The small house was quiet as you walked into the kitchen, flipping on the light. The brightness made you squint as your eyes adjusted.  

Placing your book on the counter, you begin to make your much needed coffee. As you wait for the coffee to start, you flip open your book and begin to read, leaning your elbows against the counter. 

Reading was one of your favorite things to do. You loved being able to escape reality and go to a different world. Becoming engrossed in your fantasy world, you didn’t even notice when your boyfriend had come up behind you. He places his hand lightly on your shoulder and you jump, swatting him playfully on the arm. 

Mike wraps his arms around your waist and presses his body against your back. His body was still warm from being under the covers and you melted against his touch, placing your hands on his arms that were resting against your body.

“What are you doing awake?” he asks quietly.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you reply, shrugging.  “What are you doing awake?”

“Well I was having a dream about the two of us when I woke up. I was hoping that we could finish what had started in my dream,” he tells you.

“Oh yea?”

“Mhmm.”

His hand plays with hem of your shirt before slipping underneath. His fingers danced along your stomach and up towards your breasts. He gently squeezes one while two fingers begin to rub against your nipple. 

An ache begins to form in your core as Mike continues to touch you. Once both nipples are standing erect, his hand moves back down your stomach and slides underneath the waistband of your pajama shorts. 

His fingers move down to your core, gently moving along your folds. Your breath caught in your throat as a finger gently grazes your sensitive spot.

“You’re so wet already,” Mike mumbles to himself. 

He pulls his hand away and you groan, wanting him to put it back.

“Mike please” you beg. 

A soft chuckle comes from behind you before Mike pushes two fingers inside you and you let out a soft gasp. He moves them quickly in a ‘come hither’ motion as you grip the counter that's in front of you. 

His fingers continue to move and the familiar knot begins to form in your stomach. You try your best for hold onto it as long as possible but with each movement you can feel yourself getting closer. 

Not being able to hold on any longer, your walls clench around Mikes fingers and you let out moan. 

Mike pulls his fingers away and places them on your hips. He slowly pulls your hips back towards him as you lean your elbows on the counter. 

When you look behind you, you see him pull his pajama pants down, just enough to free his length. His brown eyes catch yours as he pushes your underwear and pajama shorts to the side.  

One hand grips your hip while the other lines himself up with your opening. Slowly he pushes into you and you let out a small gasp as he fills you up. 

He waits a moment allowing you to get used to the feeling before he places his other hand on your hip and begins to move his hips. 

From this angle, his length goes deep inside of you, hitting the perfect spot with each thrust. 

The small kitchen is filled with the sounds of yours and Mikes heavy breathing and the occasional soft moan. 

A knot forms in your stomach as you become closer and closer to your high. 

“Faster,” you plead. 

Mike obliges and his thrusts become quicker. Within moments your walls clench around him just as he releases into you. 

“Fuck babe,” Mike says as he slows his pace before coming to a stop. 

He pulls away from you and adjusts your shorts, making somewhat presentable. Your cheeks are flushed and your breathing is still heavy as you turn around to face him, your back leaning against the counter. 

Mike pulls up his pajama pants and adjusts himself, his brown eyes staring at you. His brown hair is still messy from sleeping and his cheeks are a soft pink color. 

He takes a step towards you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. 

“Are you awake now?” he asks, chuckling

“So very awake,” you say, laughing. 

“Maybe round 2 after Abby goes to school?” Mike asks. “We don’t have to be quiet.”

“You know I will never say no to a round 2.” 

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 85

Part 1 Part 84

“Oh, boy,” Wayne says, and for a second, Will’s ready to, what? Jump in front of Eddie? Shield him with his smaller body? But then he looks at Wayne, and he looks long-suffering, but fond.

Will forces his shoulders to relax. Eddie hasn’t even seemed to notice the fraught moment he’d put them in. He’s just looking up at Steve just like he had in his house in the Upside-Down – like Steve’s an angel. Like, even now, Steve is his salvation.

It's the sort of look that makes you feel like an interloper just by being in the same room as someone making it. And Eddie’s making it in front of his uncle, Will, and Will’s suspiciously quiet Mom.

Eddie’s crying with it, though. Not the big, racking sobs he’d been reduced to before. Just silent tears while he gazes, unblinking, up at a still-blindfolded Steve.

“He’s still in there,” Eddie says.

He is. Will had felt the tug, too. When they’d all talked to Steve like he could hear them, Steve had. He’d felt it come and fade and come again with each of their heartfelt sentences.

“Are you sure?” Mom asks. Her voice is almost startling after so long of her silence. Will looks up, heart lodged in his throat firmly enough to cut off his airway. She doesn’t look disgusted, though. Or mad, or sad, or any of the things her silence could have hidden.

She’s looks a strange mix of heartbroken and hopeful, hand outstretched toward Steve like she wanted to yank him out of his body and free from the shadows it holds.

“He’s in there,” Will replies, meeting her eyes and she looks toward him, eyes shining with enough hope that it aches. He puts his hand over his heart and clutches. “I felt him.”

Mom’s eyes look down, smiling, sad and small down at where his hand clutches at his chest. “Oh,” she breathes out, a sigh of relief as she slumps into herself. “That’s good.”

Silence lulls again. Steve’s in there. That doesn’t tell them how to get him out. They’re running on nothing but hope.

As if sensing their collective indecision, the walkie talkie shoved into Will’s pocket chirps.

“Code red,” Dustin’s voice calls. “I repeat, code red.” Will looks down at the lump the walkie talkie makes in his pocket as Dustin’s voice gets more and more shrill with his unanswered hail. “Does anybody read me?”

Will’s fingers fumble in his pocket before finally pulling it free, hand scraping against dirty jeans on the way out. He compresses the button, more to get Dustin’s frantic voice to stop then because he has anything to say. “I read you,” he replies, voice cracking. “What’s the situation?”

He wants to shake Dustin’s shoulders, shout at him that they’re already in the thick of it. Why is it always code reds atop code reds when things get strange in Hawkins. Next time, they need to spread these things out.

“Demodogs are converging on the lab!” Dustin yells, like he’s trying to talk over something loud that isn’t making it through. “I repeat, Demodogs are converging on the lab!”

“—the hell’s a Demodog?” Wayne mutters, but all Will can think about is the growling they’d heard in the tunnels, and the screams that followed.

He’s seen enough Demogorgon’s that he can already picture one as a dog – short and squat, but with just as many teeth opening up like petals from what should be a snout. He doesn’t ever want to see something like that again.

“Hop’s at the lab,” Mom gasps out. Oh. Will pushes down the pang at having forgotten about him entirely.

While the rest of them floundered around, trading wide-eyed useless looks, Wayne snatched the walkie from Will’s hand and compressed the talk button. “Do not engage. I repeat,” he orders. “There an adult with ya?”

It's not Dustin that answers. It’s not a party member at all. “Do Carol and Barb count?” It’s not until Carol’s sarcastic voice, replies, “excuse me, little miss bitchy?” that he realizes the other girl is Max Hargrove.

What a couple of people to get sucked into all of this. Although Carol’s been loitering at Steve’s fringes for months now, and Max has been rolling her eyes at Lucas and Dustin for weeks.

“That don’t count,” Wayne replies. “Do one of you have a car?”

There’s a long awkward silence, interrupted by Dustin’s tirade coming through halfway through a sentence. “—none of you say ‘over!’ How hard is it to remember? It’s two syllab—”

Barbara cuts him off. “I’ve got mine,” she says, notably not saying ‘over’ before the static of the open connection cuts out.

“Well, get in and haul ass to meet us,” he looks around the van, grimacing as he takes in the state of them all. “There’s safety in numbers.”

It’s a minute until the walkie crackles back to life. It’s Carol’s voice filtering through this time. “Where’re we taking this party?” she asks, the sound of Barbara’s car chugging to life drowning her out halfway through.

Wayne decompresses the button and opens his mouth to speak, before his brow furrows, and he nods his head toward Steve, locking eyes with Eddie.

Eddie nods, their silent conversation inscrutable to Will until he picks up Jonathan’s headphones and puts them over Steve’s ears. He smooths Steve’s hair back from his forehead, fingers trailing tenderly over his ear before they drop away.

Even with the muffling effect of the music and headphones, Wayne shuffles back out of the van, walkie clutched in his hand.

Will can’t hear what he says, which is good, but it still makes his shoulders hunch. He’s so tired of the adults making plans around them as if it’s not all about their own lives.

Mom stays with them - she’s doing that small, pleasant smile she does when she’s stressed, where her eyes are too wide, and her foreheads permanently scrunched.

It’s a short conversation.

Wayne doesn’t look happy when he makes his way back inside the van, stooping his head to be able to fit in. His brow’s even more furrowed than before.

“We’re going to hold off on anything and regroup with the rest of ‘em,” Wayne says.

“What about Hop?” Mom asks. She’s resting on her haunches like she’s ready to spring up and run out and safe Chief Hopper all on her own.

Wayne sighs out a world-weary, “I know, Joyce, but he’s an adult.” His eyes shift around the van, from Will, to Eddie, to Steve. It’s Steve he’s looking at when he says, “The kids need us more right now.”

Will settles in to wait. He’s not sure how a couple high school girls and the rest of the party are going to be able to un-possess Steve when his closest friends and a bunch of lab goons couldn’t. But they’re all out of next steps, and he’s ready to do anything for the chance to get Steve back.

He’d do the same for them.

Part 86

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[star1117-archives]

Hybrid!yandere ateez jealous because they smell another hybrid on you 👉👈👀please.

Sorry that it’s been over a year 💀 I was gonna make this into a series but I’m just gonna try and upload a few more things before I consider going inactive

dragon!hybrid!seonghwa x bunny!y/n

cw: jealousy, marking, mentions of another idol (nct’s jeno)

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 + 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 ♡ -𝟏𝟔’𝐬 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

he was in pure disbelief at first

as one of the senior members of the hybrid community in your area, he had quite a few affiliations within it and recognised most hybrid’s scents

which was why he was so shocked to smell the notorious Lee Jeno all over his cute little bunny

Jeno was known far and wide for his promiscuity, leaving many hybrids of all types feeling empty and broken-hearted after he became bored

all that aside, it felt wrong on so many levels for a wolf to be preying on his sweet little bunny, especially with Jeno’s natural disposition to hunt you

so his gaze turned cold when you fidgeted uncomfortably, knowing Seonghwa could smell Jeno on you

Seonghwa’s fury began to kick in as your embarrassment made your head hang low, body shaking under his glowering. pacing to you, Seonghwa picked you up and took you to the bathroom, the action commanding, yet he still made sure to be careful with you. you shook in Seonghwa’s arms, holding on and whispering to him quietly, barely audible.

‘I told him no. He… he sniffed me quite a bit but he didn’t do anything.’

Seonghwa didn’t even look at you as he replied, jaw gritted yet tone of voice surprisingly calm.

‘If he did anything to you, he wouldn’t be around to gloat about it for long.’

the expression on Seonghwa’s face told you his words were no joke

he spent the next few hours painstakingly cleaning you over and over, Jeno’s scent gone but the feeling lingering in Seonghwa’s nostrils like a curse

Seonghwa nearly rubbed your skin raw to be rid of Lee fucking Jeno, only stopping when you whimpered quietly, ears drooping as you shook in the now-cold bath water

‘H-hwa… hurts-s.’

sighing, Seonghwa pressed an apologetic kiss to your forehead before letting his fingers scratch behind your ears in your favourite spot. that precious smile he’d withheld all day broke free from his mask of neutral displeasure, much to your delight. your ears perked up in response, melting under his touch as he hummed quietly before speaking.

‘you’d never leave me, right bun?’

eagerly nodding, you beamed up at him before extending your pinky to him.

‘promise!’

he interlocked his finger with yours, pressing your thumbs together as you beamed up at him. Seonghwa looked you over one more time before grabbing a towel and wrapping it around you, helping you get out the bath soon after. shivering in the cold, you happily jumped into Seonghwa’s arms when he opened them, resting your head on his chest and feeling his strong heartbeat as he murmured quietly to you. 

‘maybe you should… take some time off from the cafe.’

when he saw your confused expression, Seonghwa elaborated.

‘if Jeno comes to you while you’re working, you’ll basically be stuck there. He might be more… brazen than sniffing.’

your eyes widened at this, fear grasping them just as Seonghwa had expected. you were easy to manipulate, he just had to make Jeno into the big bad wolf and himself into the protector.

‘you’re right, Hwa… I-.. It’s for the best.’

Seonghwa gave you an approving smile and rewarded you with a scratch behind your ears, watching dotingly as you snuggled into his chest with a warm smile.

‘my poor little bunny… I’ll keep you safe, hm?’

giving him a small kiss to his cheek, you gazed at him with stars in your eyes, totally smitten.

‘thank you, Seonghwa. Thank you for keeping me safe.’

Seonghwa reciprocated with a short but sweet kiss to your lips, his gaze holding the same if not stronger intensity.

‘I’ll always keep you safe bun, I’ll keep you safe till my very last breath. I won’t let anything happen to you.’

[thatrandomwriter]

Alibi

Stu Macher x Reader

warnings: cursing, making out, suggestive language

summary: Stu visits reader after the deaths of Casey and Steve so that, unbeknownst to her she can be his alibi. ((in this story, Stu is not dating Tatum))

I flipped off the bathroom light after brushing my teeth, sending the house into darkness, the only light coming from the crack under my bedroom door. Once inside, I shut the door behind me, moving to flop down onto my bed, more than ready to curl up with a book before going to sleep. But I never made it that far.

Arms grabbed me from behind - someone had sprung from my closet. I struggled, doing my best to wriggle free, but to no avail. Whoever it was was strong; they had me pinned tightly against their chest, despite my squirming. It was only when they let out a laugh that I realised that I knew exactly who the perpetrator was.

“Fuck me, Stu,” My hand was clutched over my chest as I fought to catch my breath, adrenaline still surging through me. In my panic, I had somehow failed to immediately recognise that it was my idiot boyfriend’s idea of a joke.

“Gladly,” he was still laughing, arms not leaving my body as he yanked me onto the bed, flipping me so that we were face to face.

“The fuck was that for?” I demanded. He was grinning down at me, the intensity of his gaze making my face feel hot.

“Thought it would be fun - I was right, you’re sexy when you’re scared,” he licked his lips. I felt like a deer caught in headlights - or in front of a hunting rifle. Prey, that he had caught, and was now deciding what to do with.

“You’re such an ass,” I replied, covering my vulnerability with an insult. It only made him grin wider as he leaned towards me, face centimetres away from mine before he stopped. His nose dipped further to brush mine. He was waiting for me to abandon my annoyance and kiss him, tempting me with soft lips that hovered just above mine. Normally, Stu did not possess the patience to be a tease. As soon as he got the chance, he was all over me, hands never leaving my body, kissing every inch that he could reach. My breath hitched as I thought about it, and I knew that this stand-off would not last long.

“Come on, baby, don’t be mad at me,” his voice was pleading, he almost whined, “I was just playing a game with you, I wanted to make you jump, is all,”

He couldn’t resist making the first move entirely, planting an open-mouthed kiss on my neck. It sent tingles through my body. He was winning and we both knew it - I couldn’t even pretend to stay mad at him for much longer.

“Do you promise you aren’t gonna do it again?” I at least had to put on a show of disapproval before caving in.

“I’ll cross my heart and hope to die, if that’s what it takes. Or scouts honour. Or pinkie swear!” He shifted his weight to lean only on one arm, grabbing my hand with his free one to link our pinkies, “I hereby swear never to scare you again,” he kissed my hand, locking in the promise.

“I guess that’ll do,” I said, allowing myself to smile at him. It was sweet, even if he was joking. He opened his mouth to reply, but I didn’t let him speak, leaning up to close the distance between us with a kiss. He hummed in delight, kissing me back deeply, tongue sliding against my bottom lip in a way that made me gasp. He took this opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth, grazing it against my own. I reached up to grip his short hair in my hand, tugging on it in the way I knew he liked, communicating to him exactly how good he was making me feel. My legs hooked around his waist, pulling his body flush against mine, so that I could feel every inch of him pressing against me, his clothes and my thin pyjamas the only barrier between us.

“You feel so good, baby,” Stu groaned, right next to my ear. He kissed his way down to the base of my neck, where his teeth found traction, biting down hard and pulling soft skin between them. I inhaled sharply, my body unsure whether to wince or to moan. He bit down harder, and I let out a yelp.

“Careful - my parents are gonna hear us,” I said. Stu grinned, entirely unbothered by the notion.

“Maybe you should try and be a bit quieter then, sweetheart. Cuz you know I can’t help myself, not when I know you’ll make noises like that,” He nipped at my neck again, as if to prove his point, slightly gentler this time. I knew that a bruise would bloom there tomorrow. It would likely be dark enough for my skills at using concealer to be bested, even though I had a lot of practise with Stu around. I wouldn’t have been surprised if that was his goal, marking me in a way that was sure to be seen by everybody. As if the fact that we were glued at the hip was not sign enough that we belonged to each-other.

“Just try and be careful, please?”

He groaned, rolling his eyes dramatically as if this was a great personal inconvenience. “Fine, but only if you come over to mine this Saturday - my parents are out again, so we’ll be nice and alone, and you can make as much noise as you need to,” He wiggled his eyebrows in an exaggerated, suggestive manner at me, and I couldn’t help but giggle.

“You have a deal,” I said.

“Yes!” He replied, triumphant. I was sure that, had he not been suspending his weight above me with his arms, he would have pumped his fist in the air. Probably more than once. He was still grinning as he leant back down to resume kissing me. I reached up a hand to cup his face, feeling the dimple of his cheek and the line of his jaw as his lips slid against mine in lingering kisses that made me desperate for more. I caught my hand in his sweater, making a fist in the fabric as one of his hands traced a line from my chest to my waist, before settling on the small of my back to press my torso against his, pulling us somehow closer together, our bodies aligned. He was warm, and I could smell his soap, fresh and aromatic. My sheets still smelt like him from his previous visit. Our tongues met as we kissed, making him shudder against me. I was breathless when he pulled away to kiss along my jaw, chest rising and falling rapidly. I couldn’t take the separation, directing his face back to mine so that I could kiss him again and again and again.

Fun as this surprise visit was, Saturday could not come soon enough.

[thema-nr-2]

so I can’t stop rereading can’t do it alone, and I might need another part to it, like right when he gets off the tour, and he meets reader at her house, and is literally so excited to just feel her around him, and to taste her again, he just can’t help himself. you don’t have to do this request I just want it but if you don’t want to it’s your choice anyway

cant do it alone (pt 2) - B.K

✮ synopsis - a part two to this fic, Bill is finally off tour and gets to see his precious girlfriend again. But he can’t help himself but be all over her!!! 🎀

✮ genre - fluff to smut i guess?

✮ word count - 1.3k (kinda slow burn imo i’m a major in yapology)

✮ content warning - kissing, pet names, praise, fem!reader, sub!bill, dom!reader, oral (f receiving) very slight degrading, face sitting, bill gets hard 😞, begging

✮ a/n - man i need to start being normal

BILL’S POV:

God, it was finally over. This long, gruelling, overwhelming tour was finally over. It was only a few months, but being away from Y/N felt like a genuine eternity. It was so hard to go even a single night without missing her, needing her arms around me and her soft voice whispering sweet nothings in my ear. But now I can finally see her again after all that time spent “bringing the mood down” as Tom would say. It’s not my fault he can’t hold a relationship for more than one night.

I wasted absolutely no time in driving straight to Y/N’s house. I didn’t even bother to unpack at my own home. I had my priorities set, and she was at the top of my list right now. I stepped up to her door and knocked loudly. I glance nervously at my phone; 2:40 am. “I hope I’m not waking her up…” I think to myself. I had left her a text letting her know I was home and on my way, but it looks like she didn’t see it. To be fair, it was at 1 am.

2ND PERSON POV:

As he patiently waited for your response, your head slowly rose up as you heard knocking. You sit confused for a moment, who would be here at such an hour… then it hit you. Could it be? Your boyfriend is finally home??? You immediately jump out of bed, not bothering to even get dressed, and raced down to the front door to greet the love you had oh so missed.

The door swings open so fast you were scared you’d break its hinges. Both of your faces light up as your eyes lock.

“BILLY!! YOU’RE HOME!!”

“Oh, schatz, I’ve missed you so much!” Bill sighs. His arms wrap around your waist as he pulls you into a deep kiss. Your hands snake around the back of his neck as you stand up on your tip toes to reach the tall boy. The kiss feels like it lasts forever, you’re both lost in your own fantasies having not seen each other for months.

You finally pull away for air, panting ever so quietly. Not just out of shortness of breath, but excitement and anticipation. “Are you gonna stay the night, Bill?” You ask.

“Well I may as well.” He replies, gesturing to a clock on your wall.

“Well, I’m gonna go back to bed, so feel free to join me whenever you’re ready.” You give him a warm smile, and a final kiss on the cheek before returning upstairs to your room. Bill, eager to join you, dumped his luggage and quickly retrieved a comfy t-shirt and some shorts to sleep in.

As he opened the door to you room, he noticed you were already lying in bed, but you were still very much awake. “What’s wrong, baby?” He asked.

“Nothing, I’m just… so happy to see you again, my heart is buzzing!”

Bill climbed into bed and lied next to you, his eyes never leaving yours. “Trust me I’m just as excited as you, it feels like it’s been forever, no?”

“I know right…”

As you turn over to your side, you feel that familiar warm sense of safety wrap around you. As bill held you, you felt truly happy again.

But bill couldn’t help himself but be all over you. Your natural scent, the feeling of your warm skin against his, the smell of your freshly washed hair, so many overwhelming thoughts of all the things he wished you could do to him while he was away, it was all too much for the poor baby… as he and you lay together in silence, you were interrupted from your almost sleep with the feeling of something poking you.

“Bill, that better be your hand.” You say bluntly, rolling your eyes.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, liebe, I didn’t mean to… I just missed you so much and-“

You cut him off by turning around to face him, your expression dangerous. “And…?” You wait for him to finish.

“And I need you… badly…”

“Hmm, what do good boys say to get what they want?”

“Please… Y/N please it’s been months, I haven’t been able to get off properly since that call and it’s driving me insane…” God, his begging was like music to your ears. You could listen to him whine and plea for you all night, and still not give him what he wants.

“I don’t know if you deserve it yet, baby.” You sigh a sigh of fake disapproval as you threaten to turn your back to him, to which he immediately turns you back around.

“Yes, baby I do.. I’ll prove it to you..”

“And how would you do that, sweet boy?”

He hesitated for a moment. A little bit of stunned silence, because he thought you would just give in, so now he had to think of something quickly. “Sit on my face.” He finally said.

You cocked your head to the side and raised an eyebrow. “Oh? That’s what my baby wants?”

“Only if you want, I want to please YOU.”

You consider his offer momentarily before getting up to straddle his waist. You were already just in a shirt and panties, so you slowly slide them off, never taking your eyes off the desperate mess underneath you.

“Better be good for me, Billy, or you won’t be getting shit tonight, you understand?” You ask strictly. He nods rapidly in a desperate attempt to hurry things up so he could just taste you finally. Satisfied with his response, you hover yourself over him until you finally lower down onto his mouth.

His lips immediately wrap around your clit as he begins to kitten lick it. His hands find their way into the sides of your waist as he firmly holds you still, nearly digging his nails into your soft flesh in the process. A soft moan escapes your lips as you grind your hips onto his tongue. “Fuck… Bill…”

“I missed your taste so much…” Bill’s muffled voice groans from underneath you as he drags his tongue down from your clit to your entrance. Without hesitation he pushes his tongue as deeply as he can inside you, savouring every second your taste as much as possible.

Your moans only get louder as you feel his tongue brush against your g-spot. You hastily grab a fistful of your boyfriends spiky (though now quite flat) hair and tug on it, causing him to whimper in pain. You hear a soft “fuck!” from under you and you chuckle. “Did somebody like that? You.. little slut..” You say. After hearing nothing but cute little whines from Bill, you loosen your grip on his hair and clench your bed sheets instead.

Bills tongue was now delving in and out of you at quickly, he wasted no time and wanted to make you cum as quickly and as hard as he could. “You’re… doing so well for me, Billy… ah fuck!” Your mouth hung open, moans escaping it at every sensation. Bill moved one hand from your waist and started to tease your clit again with his thumb, slowly circling it and a teasingly slow pace. You almost found yourself begging him to speed up, but you restrained yourself. You felt your stomach begin to ache as your muscles tensed up, your release imminent. You stuttered out moans and broken sentences, letting Bill know how close you were. And under his muffled breath you could make out his accent whispering “Cmon, cum for me, baby.” You throw back your head in pure ecstasy as your orgasm came crashing over you. Bill held you as still as he could, licking up everything he could. With a final few moans, you slowly lift off your boyfriend’s face to see the mess you made of him, and for him to see the mess he made of you.

“That good?” His innocent smile beamed, full of pride.

“You tell me, seems like you enjoyed just as as much as I did.”

RAHHHHHHH IDK IF I LIKE OR HATE THIS BUT WHATEVER, I GOT SOMETHING OUT AND THATS ALL THAT MATTERS. thank you so much the request, AND all the support i got for my first fic, it means so much to me as a burnt out writer that people actually still like my writing :)) ILY GUYSSSS

[deepdisireslonging]

No Cum November Part 2: Study Session Number 1

Dean is hungry for something only the reader can provide.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings/Promises: misuse of the bunker library, SMUT, oral (both receiving), voyeurism

Word Count: 800

Note: I really need to work on overcoming my “too-many-words” writing habit. Have a long ficlet while I practice. Reactions are always appreciated. Happy reading!

Part 1: The Proposition

When the book landed next to you, you jumped. Dean winced with an apology. “Sorry, Baby. Sam’s found another case.” He frowned. “He won’t let me clean the gear.”

You hid a giggle behind your hand. “Were you pointing the guns at him and saying ‘pew pew,’ again?”

“Maybe.”

“Not the safest thing in the world.”

He slumped into the chair next to you. “All the bullets and clips were on the other table. Safety on and everything. But we’re on research duty until he finishes.”

With a shrug, you scooted your chair closer to him to look over the pages about the next monster. Focused on the text at hand, you didn’t notice Dean’s fidgeting until he slid a hand over your thigh.

“Need something, dear?”

“Yeah. A snack?”

You leaned back in your chair. “Oh?”

Chest heaving, Dean pushed the book to one side and sat you in its place. “Yeah.” His hands slid up and down your thighs. His pupils were lust-blown, and kept flicking between your eyes and looking at your lips. “You’re always good for me, aren’t you? You gonna be able to hold back? Not cum, like we’ve asked?”

“Mhmm.” You tugged him close by the buttons on his flannel. “Dean- “You sighed into the kiss he answered with. He leaned into you, pushing you back and back until you were laid across the table. You arched into his touch. His hands wandered over you body, gripping your hips and pushing open your thighs. He snapped the waistband of your sleep shorts, Sam’s extra boxers. Removing them, he sank to his knees.

As he sucked and licked you to a soaring extasy, you dug your fingers into his hair. It was nothing new for Dean to be insatiable. But now you had the challenge over your head. Every zing and jolt was a pleasurable torment. Dean didn’t take long to make your breathing come out in desperate pants. Your grip tightened as your heartrate thundered in your chest.

“Dean-“

“Hold off for me, sweetheart.” He nipped the inside of your thigh. “I’m almost there.”

As well as he knew you, you also knew that he was about ready to spill his load in his pants without ever feeling you around him. But it was too soon. You weren’t sure you could hold back. So you tugged on his hair, making him whine and pulling him to his feet. You silenced his protest with a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue.

Then it was your turn to sink to your knees.

You didn’t tease. You didn’t toy with him as you usually would. Instead, you mercifully opened up his jeans just enough to get at his cock and swallow it down. His head fell back with a groan. More than anything you wanted to let one of your hands drift down to your sex. Instead, you dug your nails into the denim over his thighs. You scratched your nails down the fabric as your tongue worked over his length. He managed to glanced down at you; watching you watching him. You hollowed your mouth and sucked, making Dean brace himself against the table, turning his knuckles white by gripping the edge. You were just reaching around his ass to pull him closer when his free hand gripped into your hair.

“Baby- I’m-“

His load filled your mouth and throat. Quickly, you swallowed so as not to spill and make a mess. Between your thighs, Dean had already left an unsatisfied mess.

While Dean recovered, you wiped your mouth and stood. He whimpered your name as you nuzzled and kissed under his jaw. “Enjoy your snack?”

“Yeah-“ he replied hoarsely.

With a hum, you kissed Dean deeply, feeling your arousal sink to a simmer. As you laid your head on Dean’s chest, you noticed movement at the door to the map-room. “Hi, Sam. Enjoy the show?”

Leaning against the door frame, Sam shook his head. “I thought I sent you to do research.”

Dean didn’t move more than hugging you closer, uncaring of being caught. “We were, ah- just getting a taste of what might be in store.” It only took a second to tuck himself away. He flipped open the book and spun it towards his brother. “See?”

“Right.” Sam stalked over to the both of you. He reached between your legs, feeling the mess Dean had made of you. “It’s a start.” He sucked his fingers clean, keeping a solid eye contact with you that made you rub your thighs together. “Once you’ve… recovered, you should gather your gear.”

“Where are we going?”

“Pack for a fall semester.”

You smiled and detached yourself from Dean. “I’ll be sure to pack my short plaid skirts.”

“Hey- hey, now…” “A little mercy please-“

You left with a laugh to go pack.

***

Part 3: Good Clean Fun

[randomshyperson]

The List - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Wanda shouldn't be sneaking off to your bedroom during the farewell party, and she certainly shouldn't be reading a list of pros and cons about the women you care about. Inspired by ‘Friends’ but make it Ross’s list something actually thoughtful.

Warnings: (+16) Some implications but nothing explicit, very brief angst of relationship going wrong and other lovers, implied friends to lovers, some Yelena x Reader and Vision x Wanda ‘cause they made bad choices, drinking, feelings talks, making out, getting back together, attempt to poetry and a hella of self-insert stuff. | Words: 3.052k.

A/N-> The author should be working on the last two Skam series but is doing midnight one-shots instead (self-criticism). This is short and dramatic and I just wanted something about one of the most popular scenes in Friends. Hope you like it.

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A full tower meant Wanda would be locked in her room. Or at least, that's how it used to be.

Tonight, however, there is a 'Good Voyage' banner in the middle of the room filled with friends and guests, each with their own glass of drink, wanting to celebrate your last night as an Avenger. Technically, this party was also for Wanda. In official terms, she didn't leave the team, but she had a room booked at the Harkness Residence and no belongings in her old room. For the two of you, this was the last night in the tower.

This is why Wanda was wearing a party dress and wasn't locked away from the celebration as she would have been years ago when she was a new recruit and you would sneak out of appointments to keep her company.

She tried to avoid staring so much. Whether it was the lost smiles between you and Yelena, or the lingering hugs and complicit whispers. There was nothing official, yet Natasha had commented that you had been sleeping in Lena's apartment for many weeks and that you were probably the only number saved on her secure cell phone beside the older widow. 

"Would you like me to get you something to drink, Wanda?" Vision's voice made her jump in fright softly. She stared at him, and for a moment couldn't say anything, still getting used to the synthesizer's new appearance. Sometimes she missed the red, it was less intimidating than the full white.

"N-no, Vis. Thank you." She manages to reply when he looks at her curiously towards the silence. Wanda risks diverting her attention to you again, catching the moment when Yelena entwines her arm with yours and rests her head on your shoulder. It is so domestic that she feels sick. How many times has she made the same action? Swallowing dryly, she lets the robot beside her know, "I need some air. "

She left him before he could say anything else; and missed the moment he exchanged a glance with Natasha across the room as if asking her oldest friend for some kind of assistance.

Wanda lied - It wasn't her intention, she thinks, but her feet made their way alone. She went up the elevator in silence, offering nothing but forced smiles to any stray guests she met in the hallways to your old bedroom.

The place was dark and full of boxes ready for the move. All your belongings would be shipped the next day to somewhere in Europe, where you and Yelena continued on the mission to free the rest of the Black Widows, the personal operation that had to be paused for a few months with all the problems the Mad Titan brought to earth. With the victory of the Avengers, who were outnumbered for some time, everything needed to undergo some kind of reform. No one ever wanted to be caught as unawares as when Thanos appeared, and everyone had work to do. Wanda, and her growing magical power, included.

She let her fingers trace through the closed boxes, a red sparkle doing the work of turning on the lights at the entrance. Her mind was haunted by memories of a friendship long forgotten, glimpses of movie nights under those covers, stolen touches at breakfasts, and promises sealed with kisses that would be forgone and impossible to keep when reality fell on your heads.

When Wanda thought of you, she felt a pang in her chest. Missing you hurt her physically, and even with only a few rooms between you now, she felt as if the distance she had placed was much greater. She knows she would start to cry if she kept thinking about it, but there was no avoiding it, not when there were still some of her belongings scattered on your study desk and some of these were polaroids taken by Peter Parker with his intention to keep memories of his adventures with the Avengers.

She traced the photographs of younger versions of herself smiling beside you, but at the current moment, her smile was much more whiny than happy. She took her attention away from the pictures to the computer that turned on as soon as it recognized movement, and let her fingers play with the keys for a second.

"Welcome." FRIDAY's sudden greeting made her eyes widen softly at the fright. "Little witch."

She bit the inside of her cheek at the nickname she hadn't heard in a while. She lifted her finger to touch the colorful stickers you pasted on the device but bumped into the screen and was surprised by the automatic unlock. Her shock at still being allowed to access your belongings had to be forgotten because the open file was much more relevant than overthinking about this.

There were two columns in one document. Her name and Yelena's, below each a list of items. 

The witch swallowed dryly and turned her face to the door. A peek at something that contained her name couldn't hurt...

Wanda.

‘Complicated. 

Complicated friendship.

Complicated everything.’

Frowning, the witch felt something in her stomach sinking. When she read Yelena's first item 'It happened as it was supposed to' she understood that it was a list of pros and cons and she immediately regretted starting to read this at all.

But there was no stopping herself now. She needed to know where this was going.

Wanda.

‘Just because she was my first love, she doesn't have to be my last.’

Sniffling slightly, she looked at the next item on Yelena's list.

‘I don't have to fall in love with her just because everyone else thinks it makes sense.’

Wanda froze. A mixture of conflicting feelings surged through her chest. She wanted to be only upset by how distressed you felt, but she couldn't help the thread of hope arising from hearing your doubts regarding your feelings for Yelena.

Clicking to advance to the next lines, she held her breath without realizing it. The formatting of the list changes, taking away the bullet points for paragraphs that pull and bring the air out of her lungs with each sentence.

“Wanda only wakes up after all the alarms have gone off, I can always watch her sleep because of this.

Yelena never sleeps, and I can never fully relax knowing she's awake and haunted by horrors I can't take away.

They're both shorter than me, and they look adorable when they ask for help picking up something high up. Yelena kicks my ankle if I get too cocky about it. Wanda slides her hand under my clothes and turns me into a complete mess at her mercy, taller or shorter, she’s the boss.”

She pauses in her reading, a smile playing on her lips. She remembers doing the latter so many times. The memories hit her hard, and she had to take a deep breath to push them away and focus on reading again.

“Wanda feels so much that she explodes.

Yelena sometimes thinks the Red Room just left an empty cocoon behind.

I think I'm in the middle.”

Wanda pauses, thinking she hears someone approaching. With her heart racing with guilt and fear of being caught, she checks the door, but it's just her mind playing tricks on her.

“Wanda invades frequently. Privacy is a problem, especially because of her telepathy. I can never keep secrets from her, much less emotions. She gets so close that sometimes it suffocates.”

The witch pauses the reading with tears in her eyes. Guilt and shame burn her chest, and she takes a deep breath. She wonders how old the list is, or if the version of her that you have of it in your head is just the young girl who tentatively stumbled over her own feelings and traumas and hurt you even though she had no intention of doing so. 

She sniffles again and controls the threat of crying before reading the next item.

“Yelena goes so far away that sometimes I wonder if she was ever here at all.”

The witch needs to stop; She has for a moment, the realization that perhaps, you are better off alone. For the way she and Yelena, even if in different ways, hurt you.

And the next part of the list does not make her feel better about this. In cursive letters, and repeated for three more paragraphs, there's the name of the person responsible for putting an end to the fragile relationship that you and she used to have.

“Vision.

Vison.

Vison.

She notices a machine but she cannot notice me. 

She loves a piece of tin, but not the one who finds pairs of socks for her cold feet at night.

She loves the tin-man who signed the agreements that say she should be locked up, and not the person who would fight the whole world for her.”

Wanda sobs, and has to sit up in her chair to keep from falling to the floor. She cries for a moment, all the emotions that seem to have built up since the whole impasse with the Avengers two years ago hitting her all over again. 

You've got it all wrong. If there was a way, she would have gone back and done everything differently. She would have told her stupid young self that you were hurting like her, and that you always noticed her like she pretended not to be doing. 

That forcing yourself to invest in Vision was hurting you like it was hurting her.

Taking a deep breath, Wanda tries to stop crying to finish the list at once. It seems to be ending at least.

There is one note crossed out, and she needs to make a change and remove the underline to read it.

“Yelena never seems as happy with me as she is around Kate Bishop. She always diverts from the subject when I try to bring it up. It reminds me of Wanda when I would ask about him, and she would say they were just friends.

I wonder if I will ever be someone's first choice.”

Wanda shakes her head in indignation. You are her first choice. And her second and third. You are everything. You've always been too precious to risk losing. How can you not know this?

"People say that Yelena and I are very similar while Wanda is my opposite. Peter has been helping me try astrology and everything from Hogwarts houses to numerology.

I liked the phases of the moon where Yelena matches mine while Wanda is the part I am missing.

While Yelena mirrors me, Wanda completes me.

They say that the former is more important: That real, routine life is better with someone who resembles you. Yelena and I like the same pizza and the same movies. We never fight over silly things.

Every time I argue with Wanda I want to make her scream for another reason. She always looked so pretty moaning my name-”

The witch jumps to the next item, her face burning just like under her dress. She clears her throat quietly, fighting other memories that try to rise into her mind and which most likely would take away her ability to read anything.

‘I could write pages and pages of this, but this would be just me, running away from the truth. There is only one answer to your question, Captain Rogers.

Yelena can read me like a book, but Wanda is the only one who can edit the words.

I will meet a hundred people, and none of them will be like Wanda.

You told me that in order to make this decision, I needed to think about something simple. Who would I miss more if I had to lose in life, Wanda or Yelena? It was not so simple.

Because Wanda left me first and I had to get used to the pain day by day. But Yelena will never let me in enough to miss her. Not when she also knows that I'm always looking back, just like a little kid, waiting for the moment when Wanda Maximoff will have a spare piece of attention to trade with me.

I know I can survive missing her in my life because it is a feeling I am used to.

I just don't want to lose her again. I don't want to survive without her, I want to live with her.

I will tell her. 

I will.

I-”

"Having fun, Maximoff?" The witch jumps out of her chair at your sudden arrival. It is a mixture of shock and embarrassment, she cringes like a child being caught and her face burns even more at your relaxed posture, waist resting on the doorstop and arms crossed. Her favorite smile on your face.

"I-I was just..."

"Snooping." You complete, but you don't sound the least bit angry, just provocative. You uncross your arms to reach for the cell phone in your jeans pocket. "Yeah, I got a notification of a small change in my drive. I guess I was right about the boundaries issues topic..."

Wanda steps forward, almost desperate. "I didn't mean to! I-I accidentally clicked on it, and when I saw my name, I couldn't help it-"

You chuckle, nodding in her direction as a sign that it was okay. "Relax, I'm just teasing you." 

Wanda chuckles nervously, aware that you were getting too close. She holds her breath but you only lean toward the computer, humming in confirmation that it is indeed your list that she has spent the last few moments reading before turning your attention back to her.

"I'm really sorry." She murmurs embarrassedly, looking down at her own feet. Wanda really expects you to yell at her, to be angry at her for breaking your privacy and invading what is clearly a very personal vent. But you just stare back at her, and completely tear her apart as you take one of your hands to her hair, gentle fingers tracing the loose strands behind the nape of her neck to the front.

"I didn't get a chance to say that red really suits you." 

"T-thanks." She risks a look into your eyes, and her heart explodes at the intensity she finds.

"Actually I didn't get a chance to say much at all." You continue, a small smile appearing on your lips. Wanda tries to focus on your next words and not on your hand playing with her hair. "You ran out of the party. I was planning to ask you to dance."

She swallows dryly, trying to calm her own nerves. She's tired of games; they've hurt you both enough.

"I don't understand your list." She retorts in an affected voice, her gaze in a mix of hope and fear. "You say...you say you're going to tell me, but you're leaving-"

"We both are." You retort as if you are reminding her. Without stopping smiling, you use your free hand to search for something in your coat pocket. "It turns out, Nat and Lena really do have a lot of time catching up to do. And well, I know you do magic portals now, but I still trust planes."

In your hand are first-class tickets to Central-Southeastern Europe. You let Wanda hold them, appraising the item in shock as you clarify:

"Agatha mentioned that you need to find out more about yourself, and I thought, there is no better place than where it all began. Unfortunately, Sokovia no longer has an airport, but we can stay around. And get a car..."

She looks at you with watery eyes. "And y-you want to come with me?"

You smile at her so tenderly that she would have burst into tears if she weren't already doing so. Your hands find her cheeks, gently wiping away her tears as you clarify:

"Isn't it clear yet, Wanda? I'll go wherever you want me."

Something mixed between a sob and a relieved laugh escapes her; You have a very similar expression, and as you wipe away her tears, you kiss her cheeks and the tip of her nose to reassure her.

Wanda sighs, closing her eyes for a moment. 

"Detka, I'm so scared." She confesses in a whisper. "We've hurt each other before. I don't want to ever hurt you again."

You nod and wait for her to stare you in the eyes. 

"There is no such thing as a perfect relationship, Wands." Your tone, while firm, is also tender. "And we're both complicated. But I want this, us because I'd rather work on our differences than start anything new with someone else. You're the only one I want."

She stares at you trying to absorb all the sincerity in her words. For a second, even with the list, she takes a chance:

"But Yelena?"

You give her a small smile, holding her hand in yours at the height of your heart. "She could tell even before me that there was no one but you. Lena will continue the mission with Natasha, as it should be. And I will stay with you if you choose me."

She laughs tearfully, nodding. "Of course, I choose you, idiot." She assures. "I love you." And Wanda repeats and repeats until you kiss her.

It seems ridiculous that Wanda has gone without it you when your lips meet again. The worst part is that she only realizes how much she has missed you once you touch her again. The needy sounds that escape her are almost desperate, full of passion, and tugging at your clothes, trying to bring you closer than is humanly possible.

You give her everything. Your mouth, your tongue, your hands. She is pressed against the table, kissing you as if she wants to make up for all the time wasted in a single night.

There is a ripping of clothes, her dress will end up in a pile on the floor. No hesitation: Wanda gives you the green light as she snaps your belt off. There’s a promise of a future together that she can’t wait to live in the way you worship every corner of her body that night.

[juli19varez]

Maybe one with gavi where u guys go to Disney together and just do cute coupley things

Princesita | Pablo Gavi X Reader

sumarry: a day at Disneyland with pablo.

warnings: none! only fluffy

author note: i really don't know spanish at all (even taking classes for like two years lol) so i hope i didn't write anything wrong. also hope this was cute enough (i never visited disneyland so write it was a little challenging) hope you enjoy! (requests open)

when you guys finally did have free time, Pablo suggested to go on a short trip, and the destination would be at your choice. you didn't took a long time to reply, already with Disney on your mind since he said about the trip, it was your childhood dream, and go there with pablo felt more right than anything.

when the day came, the two of you where walking around the place looking for a specific store, and when you finally landed your eyes on them, you grabbed pablo's arm and started pulling him, with him only smiling at your happiness and excitement. "pablito pablito! can we buy these please??" you asked when you found a pair of Mickey and Minnie ear headband, doing the best puppy eyes you were able to do.

"of course amor, let's get those and anything else you want, hm?" you started jumping like a little kid at his words, running around the store to get some plushies of your favorite characters. pablo just followed you around, helping to get the items that were in the highest part of the shelf.

when you get off the store, you handed him the headband with mickey ears, smiling at him. "okay, now you're gonna put these and we'll take a photo together, vale?"

pablo looked at you with a funny face. "do i really have to?" "pleaseeee!!!" pablo gave up fighting when you grabbed his arm like a child asking his parents for candy, putting the headband and asking you to take the photo already, feeling a little embarrassed, while you giggled, putting yours and asking him to do a heart with you, taking the photo of the shadow on the ground.

when the day ended and you both arrived at the hotel room, you left the bags at the door and threw yourself on the bed, feeling tiredness taking over your body. pablo sat down beside you stroking your hair. "did you like our day, princesita??" "i did amor, i just... need to sleep now" you said yawning, taking his hand in yours. "thank you for today, pablito!" "everything for you, mi nena, now let's get ready to sleep, hm?"

you nodded and soon was tucked in bed, with him lying next to you and your head on his chest. "we could go to the park again tomorrow to see the firework show, what do you think?" you were very excited about it but didn't have enough energy to reply, so you only made a small noise agreeing, feeling your eyes close slowly.

pablo noticed that and left a kiss at your hair and both cheeks. "buenas noches mi nena, eres mi princesa favorita"

[joekeeryswife]

I need some dad!Pedro Pascal with a baby girl (he’s such a girl dad 💖💖💖)

Baby sister - p.p

hello angel! thank you for your request. i kind of changed this up a little bit so i hope that’s okay. requests are open! kinda hate this but oh well 🤪has a few mistakes but other than that, enjoy reading angels 🤍 ⚠️age gap couple⚠️

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"you okay honey?" Pedro asked as he opened the car door for you, his right hand extended out so he could help you out. he had the car seat in his left with your second newborn daughter sat snugly with a small pink hat on top of her head and a blanket which was knitted by your grandma over her small body.

your mum was over at your home looking after Junie, your five year old daughter who was adamant on meeting her baby sister. she had begged you both for a sibling as soon as she heard her friend Isabel had gotten a baby brother and now she had finally got her baby sister.

you gently placed your left hand in Pedro's, carefully standing up out of the car with a small wince. you had gotten 9 stitches after giving birth and getting up hurt, a lot. after taking a breath you nodded "i'm okay" you said, sending him a small smile of reassurance.

you turned to close the door, doing a quick check to see if you'd left anything on the backseats. after making sure the car was empty you closed the car door and started making your way up the short driveway to your front door. your mum had told you Junie was excitingly anticipating your arrival. she'd waited a very long nine months and felt as if she'd waited forever to meet her sister.

Pedro opened the front door and moved out of the way so you could go in first. you heard loud screaming coming from the living room and then fast footsteps approaching the front door. "mama. i missed you" Junie squealed as she saw you, Pedro and baby Penny. "hi angel. i missed you so much more" you smiled as she wrapped her arms around your leg. "why don't we go to the living room? then you can hold your baby sister" you heard Pedro suggest and Junie nod against your leg.

you felt her grab ahold of your hand as you walked to the living room. your mum was standing in front of the sofa with a look of adoration and love as you entered the room. she walked to you with open arms and pulled you into her. "are you okay?" she whispered placing a small kiss on the side of your head. you nodded and hugged her tighter.

you were glad your mum was here, she was your best friend and you needed her here. she let go of you and helped you sit down on the sofa, making sure you were comfortable before giving Pedro a quick hug as a congratulations. Pedro placed the car seat on the coffee table and pushed the handle backwards so Junie could get a better view of her sister.

Junie knelt down in front of the car seat, her eyes darting across Penny’s face. “aww mama she’s so cute” she reached her hand to softly stroke Penny’s face. you smiled and watched as Penny sighed in her sleep, her lips pouted. “you wanna hold her?” Pedro ran his hand through Junie’s hair.

she nodded and practically jumped on the sofa next to you. Junie cuddled into your side with her eyes growing wide as Pedro moved the small blanket off of Penny and unclipped her from the car seat. “okay so put your arms like this” you demonstrated and she copied “that’s it” you kissed her head and watched her as Pedro placed Penny in her arms.

Penny wriggled for a few seconds before settling down in her big sisters arms. the sight of the two of them almost brought you to tears. “she’s so tiny” Junie whispered, looking up at you careful not to jolt her sister. “you were that small once, actually you were a little bit smaller than her when you were born” you replied, heart swearing with love.

“did you use the name i liked?” Junie said, her eyes diverting to where your mum and Pedro were. she had suggested the name Penny after watching ‘Bolt’ and had gone on non stop about the name. Pedro nodded “we did. did you see her blanket?” your grandma had embroidered Penny’s name on the blanket in black yarn which stood out against the baby pink fabric.

Junie shook her head and turned her attention back to Penny who had opened her eyes to look up at her. “mama look, she’s awake” her voice was filled with excitement which made everyone in the room smile wider then they already were. Pedro made his way over to sit next to Junie and looked down at Penny who was now looking around the room.

“she looks exactly like you when you were a baby” he placed a delicate kiss on Junie’s head and wrapped his arm around the back of the sofa. Penny sneezed loudly making Junie jump before a small giggle escaped her. “bless you” she lent down to kiss her sisters cheek and you felt like your heart exploded then and there. they had just met and they were already the cutest pair.

you heard your mum walk off somewhere making your head turn to the door but she quickly re-emerged with a polaroid camera which she took absolutely everywhere with her. “let’s get a picture of the four of you” she smiled, turning on the camera watching you and Pedro move closer to Junie and Penny. your arm went behind Junie’s back, making sure she was comfortable, before looking up at your mum.

Pedro let his hand rest on your shoulder with his attention also going to your mum who was holding the camera ready to take the photo. “Junie baby look up at nanny” your mum said making Junie’s attention shift off of Penny. “smile” your mum said before the camera flashed and the sound of the camera printing filled the room. “can we please do one more? but just of them three” Pedro asked as your mum handed you the polaroid.

you and your mum looked confused before she nodded and smiled before lifting the camera up once again saying another ‘smile’ before the flash went off once again. once printed she handed the polaroid to Pedro who said a quick ‘thank you’ before he walked out of the living room. “can i have a hold?” your mum asked Junie who sighed dramatically before giggling loudly and nodding. you smiled at your mum as she carefully took Penny out of Junie’s arms and said a small ‘oh my goodness you’re adorable”.

you followed Pedro out of the living room once you knew your mum was comfortable with Penny and found him in the kitchen with a sharpie writing on the polaroid. “what are you doing?” you asked leaning against the door frame. Pedro jumped, almost smudging the writing at the bottom of the picture. “jesus you scared me” he sighed closing the cap of the pen and picked up the photo before fishing out his wallet which was in his back pocket. he smiled at your curious face and wrapped his arms around you, placing a quick kiss on your cheek. “i had to get a picture of my girls, you all looked so beautiful and i didn’t want to forget the moment”