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somanyratsinthewalls · 2 months

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Heyy! I’m new here and I absolutely love your writings wksiwksjwjshe is your 300 event still open?

if yes I would love to req a cinnamon + poplar ! hehe thank you! (If it’s already closed then don’t mind me)

*HI sorry this took forever! But I hope you love it ;) Ace is such a filthy boy in this one, EYE certainly enjoyed it*

Pairing: Ace x Fem Reader

WC: 2200

Prompt: “Shh I know baby, I know it’s good. You’re doing so good for me…”

TW: SEX, shameless flirting in public, Ace being kind of a pervert, reader is a bit older than young buck Ace, p in v sex, unprotected sex (don't) creampie (also don't) fingering, teasing, pet names, filthy language. the usual?

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You sat at your desk in the medical ward of the ship, up to your ears in paperwork. Blood test results to log, supply order forms to go over, you had so much on your plate and it was eating away at you. The rest of the crew was in the galley drinking but you were stuck working.

Suddenly the door to the med bay swings open and in waltzes the crew’s head doctor.

“Ok little chicken, that’s enough work for tonight.” Marco smiles warmly at you as he approaches your desk.

“Please stop calling me that." You sigh and rub your eyes. "And I still have more releases to sign off on, and the IV tubing we use for Dad is on backorder, so I have to decide if we go up a size or down a size and did you know-“ You ramble on and on while Marco rolls his eyes.

“I’ll handle it. Go out and have a drink.” Marco eyes your tired face. “Gods know you need it, kiddo.”

You sigh. You feign a smile as you rise from your desk chair, the joints in your back and knees popping from how long you had been sitting.

“Was… was that your back?” Marco asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes. Shut up.” You say as you push your way out of the med bay. You follow the sounds of music and riotous laughter towards the galley and enter quietly. You slunk between the groups of pirates towards the center of the room and grab a beer from the barrel full of ice. You pull your cigarette lighter out of your pocket and use it to pop the cap off your beer. You stow the lighter back into your pocket.

“Hey, y/n! Over here!”

You turn around and see a somewhat intoxicated Ace waving you over to his table. He had that stupid, goofy grin on his face. You smiled back and headed in his direction. He was standing around a wooden table with Thatch, Izou and a few other Whitebeard pirates and nurses.

“Jeez y/n you look like you’ve been up for a week.” Ace teases you.

“I think I have, now that you mention it…” You say and take a sip of your beer.

“Man I haven’t seen you this down before, y/n. What the hell is going on with you?” Izou asks.

“Well, since you’ve asked! I’m exhausted. I’m bored. I’m stressed. I can’t tell if I want 5 more beers or to fall asleep on the floor! I am wildly overworked and under-fucked.” You finish your rant and slam your beer.

“Anyone else need another one?” You ask to the now silent group of people that surrounded you at the table. You were met with mostly blank stares, shocked at your sudden outburst. You turn and head to grab a new beer.

“I’ll come with you!” Ace is quick to join with a mischievous smirk on his lips.

He follows you like a puppy as you head towards the beer.

“You know I can help you with that, right?” Ace grabs your arm and pulls you to face him.

You laugh.

“I don’t really think Marco would trust you enough to run my blood tests for me, but thanks.”

“No no, the other part. The being under-fucked part.” Ace smirks down at you. Again, you laugh.

“Haha, oh yeah? What are you, like 23? Like you’d know what to do with it if you had a chance.” You smile playfully and wiggle out of his grip, finally retrieving another beer. Ace does the same and sidles close behind you on your way back to the table. Suddenly Ace’s breath is hot in your ear as he leans in to whisper something to you.

“Well I’ve got an 8 inch cock that might change your mind on that…” You stop dead in your tracks and your eyes widen.

“Wha-?”

Ace passes by you and goes to join the table again. “Only if you want, though! Come on, let’s have another drink!” Ace beckons you over like he hadn’t just whispered the most crude, filthy thing in your ear 30 seconds ago.

Convincing yourself you had imagined it, you snap out of your trance and return to the table to drink.

You enjoy a few more rounds of drinks and you notice with each beer, Ace slides his body closer and closer to yours. You could attribute this to the size of your party shrinking as people headed off to bed, but at this point he was basically pressing his side into yours, occasionally grazing his warm hand over your hip.

His touch was fleeting, but hot… it made you crave more. You found yourself leaning into him and he pulled you closer in return. He felt you shudder.

“Oh man, y/n, you must really be tired. Do you need help getting back to your room okay?” Ace looks down at you with a devious smirk. You knew what he was really asking.. and you were far too quick to respond.

“Yes, I think I’d like that, Ace.” You smile and he wraps his arm around your hip and pulls you away from the table.

Ace is all but giggling as he brings you back to your room, pinching and squeezing your skin anywhere he could tease it. He stops at your door and looks at you expectantly.

You laugh.

“Would you like to come inside, Ace?”

“Hell yeah!” Ace practically jumps into your room behind you and slams the door shut.

From the instant the door is closed, Ace’s lips are on yours. You barely had time to react to the kiss before he started tugging at your clothes. You laugh and pull back from the kiss.

“Haha slow down! We have all night Ace… I’m not going anywhere.” You purr at him and stroke his cheek. What a sweet, eager little thing he was.

Ace nuzzles himself into your neck and plants a wet kiss.

“‘M’sorry, just hate seeing you like this…” Ace continued licking and biting at your neck. You whimper. “Gonna fix it… gonna make you feel so good, baby.”

Your cunt clenched in anticipated of what he was about to do to your body. Ace pulls your dress over your head and tosses it to the floor. He distracts you with more kisses as he unclasps your bra and pulls it off of you. Ace kisses down to your stomach and gently pulls your panties down. You step out of them and realize you’re completely bare in front of your friend.

You covered your breasts instinctively. Those doesn’t go unnoticed by Ace, who was coming up to meet your eye again. He pulls your arm gently away from your chest and smiles.

“Aww are you shy, baby?” Ace coos at you. You blush so hard you think your face might be on fire. Why was he having this affect on you? He was a young blowhard at least 5 years your junior, and yet he ended up with all of the control in this situation…

“That’s ok, come here…” Ace gets on your bed and sits up with his back against the pillows and headboard. “Let me show you why you don’t need to be shy.” He smirks and holds out his arms to you.

You lick your lips and climb into Ace’s waiting lap. He positions you with your back again his chest, sitting between his legs. This position reminded you how Ace was still fully clothed and you were completely naked. Something about being so vulnerable in front of him was intoxicating…

“Spread your legs, sugar. Show me that cute pussy.” Ace whispers in your ear as he pulls your legs over his own, spreading them as far as they could go comfortably.

“Ace…” You whimper quietly, trying to turn your head away. You were embarrassed at how aroused he had made you, all while barely touching you… but not nearly embarrassed enough to ask him to stop.

Ace wastes no time before his hands are on your dripping sex.

“Holy shit…” Ace glides a finger up and down your slit. “Look at how wet you are, pretty.” His one finger turns to two fingers as he collects more of your slick from your hole and brings it up to rub firm circles onto your clit.

“Ace! Fuck!” You throw your head back, body feeling like it was filled with static electricity. He had you so worked up that every little touch felt like it was amplified by 100.

“You’re so wet that I bet I could just slip my fingers in..” Ace smirks and swiftly plunges the two digits into your hole. You moan. “And I bet that if I do this…” Ace begins to firmly pull and tap his fingers into that delicious spot inside of your cunt. “… you’ll cum.”

“Shit, fuck, Ace! O-oh my- Ah! ACE!” You cry out and explode all over Ace’s arm and the bed in front of you.

“Looks like I was right, huh baby? That’s a good girl, give it all to me.” Ace playfully reacts as he rubs at your clit to prolong your orgasm.

“Fuck… Ace…” You lay heaving on your bed in Ace’s arms, the spasms from your climax finally ceasing.

You feel Ace smiling into your neck as he peppers it with sweet kisses.

“I wouldn’t know what to do with it, huh???” He chuckles into your damp skin.

“Shut up and fuck me already.” You roll your eyes.

Ace gently moves you out from between his legs and he rises from the bed to remove his vest and shorts. You audibly gasp at the sight of his huge member springing free from its confines.

“Jeez you weren’t kidding…” You say softly, eyes not leaving Ace’s cock in front of you.

“I’m a pirate, baby, not a liar.” He flashes you that stupid grin again. “Now face down, ass up, sugar.”

You quickly oblige, grabbing a pillow to cushion your face that was now stained with mascara. The first thing you feel is a warm hand sliding up your spine and massaging your skin, then you feel the prodding of Ace’s thick cock at your sopping wet entrance, the heavy mushroom tip barely breaching your hole. Ace dipped his tip teasingly in and out…

“Ace…. please…” You whine as you push your hips back to entice him to fully enter you.

“Okay, okay, I’ll give it to you, you don’t ever need to beg for me, pretty.” Ace plants both hands on your hips and pulls your ass flush against his pelvis, sinking his cock as deep as it will go into you.

Strangled moans leave the both of you as he bottoms out. Ace pulls out slowly, looking down to admire the wet mess you’ve already left on his cock. He pushes back in and you moan again, squeezing him involuntarily.

“Gods you were right… this tight little pussy is under-fucked.” Ace speeds up his thrusts and you gasp, the wind nearly knocked out of you. “Don’t worry baby, I’m gonna make sure that never happens to you again… gonna fuck you every day… make you feel so fucking good…”

Ace was slamming into you at an animalistic pace and you felt a second orgasm creeping up on you. You could feel the droplets of sweat from Ace’s face splatter on your back, as well as the crazed, possessive grip on your hips almost certainly leaving bruises. You couldn’t form words, only broken sobs and shrieks as your lover drilled into you, dead set on making you cum again.

Tears fell from your eyes against the pillow and you whined, so close to reaching your peak again.

“Shh I know baby, I know it’s good. You’re doing so good for me…” Ace coos at you. “Cum on my cock and I’ll fill you up, ‘kay sugar?” Ace leans forward and presses his chest to you as he continues his brutal assault on your pussy. He reaches one hand from your hip down and around to rub at your clit. The stimulation sends you over the edge and your orgasm rips through your whole body. “Ace!” You scream out and lurch forward, no longer able to hold your torso up with your arms anymore.

“Good fucking girl! Now I’m gonna make you mine…” Ace praises you.

You try to mumble out “please” but you truly have no idea if you were saying anything coherent.

“Haaa, fuck!” Ace cries out and spills his load impossibly deep into your warm hole. You whimper as you feel rope after rope of Ace’s hot seed filling you. Ace rubs firm circles into your hips as he calms down from his release.

Suddenly, Ace pulls out of you and flops back into your bed and pulls you to his chest. You nuzzle into his sweaty pecs as you throw a leg over his hips. Ace pulls the blanket over the two of you, briefly leaning upwards to make sure your whole body was covered and comfortable before settling back on the pillows.

“So you were serious?” You ask quietly.

“About what, baby?” Ace answers as he strokes your hair.

“About fucking me every day?” You chuckle.

“Mmhmm…” Ace kisses the top of your head. “Tomorrow. And the next day.. and the next day… and the next day… and the next… and…”

You hear Ace start snoring and smile.

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taytrashmouth · 5 months

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Heyy I was wondering if u could do prompt 22 with peeta I’ve been having peeta brainrot for so long 😭

tysmm!!

This is so real!!!!! Peeta supremacy. I really hope you love it.

Prompt 22: “You’re staring!”

Requests are open so please send them in!!!!!!!! Prompts under my profile.

(Set before the games)

:readmore:

It was a cold day in district 12, the snow had started to fall. But it was a good day, because you had somehow giggled your way into getting a date with Peeta Mellark.

You pulled your small brown bag, that’s been patched up so many times you couldn’t tell which fabric was the original. And began to walk to the bakery.

You pulled your dark blue beanie over your ears as you approached the door. You contemplated for a minute before knocking.

Peetas family were gathering supplies from the local market, they wouldn’t be back for the next few hours.

He opened the door and smiled the minute he saw you. You smiled back.

“Hey.” He ushered you inside, looking at the snow that dusted your shoulders.

“You must be freezing.” He took your coat and put it over the chair by the entrance.

“Only slightly.” You joked.

“You’ve got- umm snow.” Peeta pointed to your eyelashes. You giggled “oh, would you?”

You closed your eyes and he gently dusted the snowflakes off of your long eyelashes.

His hand lingered on your cheek as you opened your eyes.

“Thanks.” You spoke just above a whisper.

“I’m making bread.” He let out as he pulled his hand away. You smiled at his awkwardness.

“I’m glad! Your bread is like what I look forward to the whole week.” You told him as you walked to the kitchen.

He smiled shyly.

“I just need to get this in the oven and then we can do whatever you want.” He spoke, walking over to a metal bowl where the dough had been rising.

You sat on the kitchen counter and watched him knead the bread. You were mesmerised by the muscle in his arms, and the way he used his whole body to knead the dough.

He was talking about something but if you were honest you didn’t know what.

“Y/n-“ he called and you broke out of your trance. “You’re staring…” he smiled cockily.

You turned crimson looking at your hands and swinging your legs. “Sorry-“

“Don’t be…” he let out as he placed the bread into the oven.

“Come on.” He spoke and helped you down from the counter by your hips.

You blushed more.

He led you to the living room where a fire was going, it was small like all the houses in 12. But it was nice. Cozy.

You took your beanie off and attempted to smooth out your hair. Messy curls bouncing everywhere.

There was a severe lack of chairs in the living room. All single chairs in every corner of the room and a huge table in the middle. Furniture wasn’t one of the luxuries the Capitol provided.

You noticed some daisies lying on the table. Peeta picked them up. “I- I uh picked these for you. They grow down by the river.”

You smiled. “They’re beautiful.” You smelt them.

“Like you.” You both blushed then.

He took a daisy out of the bouquet and placed it behind your ear.

After a while of talking Peeta spoke “what do you wanna do? Unfortunately when it’s snowing there’s not much to do is there?”

“We could read.” You suggested fishing a book from your bag.

“Where did you get that?” Peeta examined it in awe.

“My dad, he knows a guy in 7 that owned a library before the rebellion. He’s really old. But every month my dad travels to get wood from 7 for our district and he gives him a book for me to read.” You explained.

“That’s amazing.”

“Yeah, when I was little he said that if the Capitol ever crumbles the library’s mine.” You smiled at the memory.

“You’ll have to take me with you.”

“Always.” You looked at every feature on his face. “You can lend some of them anytime you want. I have a feeling we’re gonna have to wait a long time for the whole library.” You joked and Peeta laughed

I would love to, but I’m not that great at reading.” He hesitated to speak. You could tell he was embarrassed.

“That’s okay, my mom taught me. Honestly I don’t blame you, schools here just care about coal and the rebellion.”

“Yeah…I’m sorry by the way.” He was talking about your mom. She died a few years back.

“It’s okay.” You smiled sadly.

“I can read to you if you want.” You offered.

He nodded. Hiding his excitement.

He sat on one of the chairs, and you sat on the floor next to him.

“Hey don’t sit on the floor.” Peeta sat up.

“No no! I’m fine, you won’t hear from over there, really.” You insisted.

“Sit with me.” Peeta suggested.

Blush crept into his face the second he said it.

“You don’t have t-“

“I want to.” You stood up.

He sat back onto the seat squeezing as far right as he could. You tried to squeeze next to him but you were half on top of him. You were both tomato’s.

He carefully placed his hand on your lower back and under your thigh. You took a sharp breath in as he moved you to sit on his lap, legs over the armrest.

“Is this okay?” He asked.

“Perfect.”

You began to read and he held onto every word. He was in deep and he knew it. He watched your lips move and the way you smiled when something good happened. And giggled when something romantic happened.

“Peeta-“ he broke from his trance when he realised you weren’t reading anymore.

“You’re staring.” You smirked.

Now he was the blushing mess. “It’s hard not to.” He moved some hair behind your ear.

You squealed and hurried your head in his chest at how perfect he was. He chuckled and stroked your hair as you continued to read, head on his chest.

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witchthewriter · 3 months

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 & 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

Warnings: swearing, nsfw included (no one under 18 please).

a/n: ghoap is my favourite ship but I always want to be involved so this is fanservice and ... self insert. Anyway, enjoy!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

God there is so much I want to say!!! I want to read more ghoap x reader. It's so funnnnn. Anyway, please enjoy - if you have any suggestions or prompts I would be more than happy to answer them <3

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・You were in a relationship with Johnny long before Simon entered the picture

・Johnny had made you absolutely swoon for months, but you were too hesitant to do anything about it. Your insecurities held you back.

・How could someone as gorgeous as this man, nay, god, even look your way.

・But he was looking your way, and crushing so bad that you were all he could think about.

・You found a lot of solace in each other, swapping phone numbers and texting constantly. Johnny's first message was: "heyy bonnie, how'd ye day go? ❤️"

・It took you nearly an hour to reply because all your brain could do was short circuit

・But over the years you became friends, then lovers, moving in together. All while he was still going on missions.

・He took you to meet his family after 3 months of proper dating, and he was so proud to show you off.

"Aye this is she!," he said (yelled) presenting you to his large family. (They didn't believe you existed).

・Your relationship with Johnny has always been based on honesty and humour. You know you can rely on him for anything, even if he can be a bit fookin' cheeky.

・Johnny had told you about his teammates (once he realised you were the person for him).

・And you quickly noticed the way he would speak different about his Lieutenant. Simon Riley.

・A crush...

・You had no issue with it. Crushes were normal, and you knew Johnny was faithful. You also knew Johnny was much to apprehensive to do anything with Simon.

・But one day, when you were picking Johnny up on the tarmac, after a grueling 3 months away. Simon watched as you ran into Johnny's arms. Kept watching as he spun you around, buring his face in your neck.

"Johnny..." you whimpered, pressing soft kisses all over his face.

"Aye, it's me bonnie. Couldn't get rid of me if you tried."

・Tears were in both of your eyes and Simon had to close his own. Swallowing a lump down his throat.

・After you and Johnny had left, Simon stayed in his car for upto 2 hours. Staring out the frontshield window. Confused as fuck.

・How could he fall in love with a person he'd never spoken to? In his deeper, most inner self, he knew he loved Johnny too.

・And when he arrived 'home,' he shucked off his clothes and stayed in the shower. Sitting, letting the water mix with his tears. He would give anything. Anything, to be with you both. But he knew that was ridiculous.

・Surprise. It wasn't ridiculous.

・When you got home, instantly you brought up Johnny's superior.

"Eh, wha' about him, bonnie?" Johnny asked suspiciously, opening the fridge door.

"He likes you."

All you got in response was an eye roll.

"Johnny," there was something in your voice which made him look at you.

"As a ... teammate. As a friend, aye. Yes. Not as anything more."

"I like him too," you cooed. Walking over to the blue-eyed Scotsman.

・He smirked, grabbed your waist and pulled you close, "don't go pryin'."

・You went prying.

・But didn't have to go too far, because Simon was never too far away.

・You bumped into him many times, both with and without Johnny.

・It all came to a head, when your car stopped working and you needed a ride home.

・Simon was more than happy to help.

・Johnny nearly fainted when he opened the door. His partner and his teammate stood in the doorway, a cheeky - almost sheepish smile on yours.

・No matter how hard Simon tried to leave, you made him stay ... and stay he did. You made his tea perfect on the first try.

・Always a dog pile when it's time to go to bed. Arms and legs are splayed over whoever. You might start in the middle but by the morning you're completely on top of Simon while Johnny uses your bum as a pillow

・It took 6 months for Simon to move in. And he brought Riley with him as well. Your cats weren't too happy about that ...

・It's a silent agreement that no one uses the boys' call signs. It's always their real names or pet names.

・Simon and Johnny like to keep their work away from their home life as much as possible.

・On deployment, Johnny and Simon have both agreed that home with you is their solace. You are their person.

・And speaking of being on the same task force; you made Johnny and Simon sit down (with their favourite beverages) to talk it out. Sometimes they wanted you there, other times you knew they needed to be alone.

・But encouraging communication made both men a lot less scared to express their feelings. Even if you could be quite ... aggressive.

"Look, Johnny...it's uh, hard to say... but-"

"No, no, I ken what ye mean-"

"Ah! Let him say it Johnny!" You yelled from another room.

Johnny sighed, blushed and sat straighter in his chair.

"Uh. Yeah well," Simon started to sweat. This was worse than an interrogation.

But before Simon could finish, Johnny just bellowed out in a very gruff Scottish accent, "I love ye Simon Riley!"

And Simon never thought he would feel as elated as he did in that moment.

Until you rounded the corner, sat on Johnny's lap and blushed. "We, love you Simon Riley."

・And you pushed a black box over to him.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Would Die For One Other

You (And Johnny) Fell First, But Simon Fell Harder

"Hey can I have a…" (You) x "Yes. Whatever it is. Yes." (Johnny)

"You wear the pants in this relationship" (You) x "oh I wish, I cannot control you at all" (Simon)

The Moon (Simon) and His Star (Johnny)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Soulmates Sometimes Come In Threes

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

The Tour by James Newton Howard

Skyfall by the Midnite String Quartet

Sex on Fire by Kings of Leon

(yes there are multiple songs because this relationship deserves it)

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, makes me feel weird if you read it.

・Might be a bit of a shock, but Johnny loves to dominate Simon. Especially when they're deployed.

・You gave them the green light to be intimate whenever they wanted, especially when on deploment. But both Simon and Johnny agreed it wasn't the same without you. (Actually makes them feel sad and guilty.)

・Trying new things in the bedroom is something that you and Johnny really enjoy. Simon is more of a calmer, more sensual lover. He doesn't like anything too hardcore.

・He wants to make love, not fuck goddamit!

・You know how couples love going to the farmer's markets on the weekend? Yeah well you and Johnny love going to sex shops.

・Dildos, vibrators, strap ons, nipple clamps, different types of lube...

・Both Johnny and Simon like to be pegged.

・And Simon likes eating ass

・Simon isn't very comfortable with public sex, so you never push him to. But Johnny is all for it.

・You and Johnny love riling Simon up. His stoic demeanour almost triggers you two to make him blush.

・No one can remember how this started, but when both men are at home and it's night ... you start a stripping party. But whatever song it lands on; you HAVE to strip/dance/perform to it.

・It took a while for Simon to even participate, but once he saw how open Johnny and you were, he couldn't resist.

・The first time he joined, the song that he had to strip to was, "Say My Name" by Destiny's Child

・He wasn't so enthusiastic but with a bit of encouragement, he blew your minds'.

・Simon ended it by throwing Johnny and yourself over his shoulders and marching you up to the bedroom. Both you and Johnny laughing your assess off, and pinching Simon's backside.

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tmntxthings · 9 months

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heyy so I literally got this kind of idea like not really long ago, how about a donnie x reader fic/scenario/prompt where donnie makes a new AI hologram assistant (the reader) but ends up falling in love with them ?? (kind of blade runner 2049 inspired)

thanks ! luv your work (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

一∑ Dizzy・゜・。

author’s notes: so this may not be exactly what you asked for, this donnie is a bit… cagey? protective? overbearing! but hopefully the ending is a good indication that he did indeed fall?? :D

warnings: fluff, platonic to romantic, cursing, very unedited, & super short >.<

word association: sentience, slight yandere!donnie, light projection, holograms, creation, possessive, obsessive, fluff, change, feelings

song: “ Round & Round by Selena Gomez ”

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“Y/n”

Donnie waited for you to appear in his vision as he was glued to a new construct. Both hands busy with small tools that required the utmost care and attention. And patience.

He waited a couple of more seconds before a crease appeared between his draw on brows.

Seriously?

“Y/n!”

Donnie shouted louder. There was no way you couldn’t hear him. He was this close to pushing up his goggles but like magic you apparated in his vision. A tiny version of yourself in the corner of his eyesight, “Yyyessss?”

You drawled, dipping forward dramatically but not obscuring his view of his hands so he could continue his work.

“Where are you?”

Habitually it seemed he had to ask you this. He was like this with Shelldon too. But ever since you started getting curious and venturing out of his lab, he just had to at least check in…

He would have just checked your holo-tracker but his hands were busy at the moment. So calling out your name was more efficient. His wrist tech was voice automated and connected to your system easily enough.

“And why did you ignore my first call?”

He questioned further, eyebrows still drawn. His tongue peeked out between his lips as he carefully pieced together two small bits in the right formation.

“I thought we agreed Donnie. If you didn’t need me, I could explore the perimeters!”

You glitched momentarily, moving from the corner to right in the center of his vision before going back to your original place with a raised brow.

“Yes yes. That was the agreement but addendum six was—“

You groaned.

“Y/n it’s been… how long has it been..?”

He just knew it had to be four or so hours since you last checked in. Which meant he could call! As per agreement! If you didn’t check in then he would worry and a time frame was even added into fine print for this very purpose! Donatello prided himself on thinking of every-little-thing!

“It’s been 30 minutes.”

His eyes widened. Looking at you now and squinting.

No way.

You sighed dramatically as you brought up the time. Sure enough. It was only 2:30 in the morning. Not 5.

“Ah, well my mistake.”

Donnie placed down the tools and pushed up his goggles. The zoomed in version of his project gone, as well as the time and your miniature self.

He could still hear you though with his headphones on.

“You didn’t answer my first question…”

He still wanted to know.

“I think that should be void considering you can just check now!”

Your voice was exasperated but it had a teasing quality.

“I’d rather you tell me,”

“With your brothers!”

“What?!”

No response. “Y/n?” No response still. He grumbled bringing his goggles back down and yep, you were gone. He shoved them back up and shot out of his chair.

Two years ago. Donatello went a step further from robots. A step further from Shelldon, definitely still a very proud achievement of his! You were a hologram program. One that connected just like Shelldon to all of Donatello’s devices and gadgets. But you didn’t have a physical body. You were a pure light so to speak. And while Donnie had agreed for you to explore…he hadn’t really disclosed another sentient being in the lab to his brothers.

Selfishly… Donnie had created you solely for him. While Shelldon had been sort of a prank but definitely for his brothers… you weren’t.

“Y/n.” Shelldon whispered harshly as he peeked out of the doorway from his lab. You were nowhere in the vicinity. He scowled. “If this is supposed to be funny, let me be very clear! It is not!” Then Donnie started to rush with his words while he crept further out into the lair.

“Those dumdums have no idea of your existence Y/n! For all we know they could— I don’t know! Attack?!”

You were radio silent. And it annoyed to Donnie to know end. You were ignoring him on purpose. Dragging him away from work to chase you down. And he would do the dragging this time, right back to his side if he must!

The further he went, the more apprehensive he felt. He could hear music. He could hear hollering. It was not the right cues that said ‘Y/n is just pranking me! They wouldn’t reveal themselves without my go-ahead! Surely!’ Yeah none of that was feeling close to happening right now. Donatello’s teeth ground together as he gave up being stealthy in favor of finally seeing what the fuck was happening.

And boy was he in for a shock.

As he cleared a corner that gave him a full view of the arcade that stretched down a distance away. The DDR (Dance Dance Revolution) was on, bass pumping throughout the room. A beautiful voice beckoning him closer like a siren’s song. Where Raph was dancing on one side. And you on the other.

Donnie stopped short. His breath catching as he watched your hologram dance, when your shoes met the correct arrows your whole body took on a glow of purple, blue, red, and yellow. It reflected throughout your entire being. You hit perfect after perfect, head tipped back in laughter as Raph started to trip up, losing his footing and sweating profusely. You on the other hand would never tire.

You were completely energized. You were having fun! It shined in your eyes. It reminded him of how you were when he first created you. When everything he introduced to you excited you.

Donnie felt like such an ass. Keeping you tucked away from the rest of the lair. From his brothers. From the world! As he watched you now he knew he was going to have to change. Because he surely wasn’t letting you go completely. But maybe he needed to loosen up, him and his contract.

Because he wanted you to be like this more. To smile more. To be exuberant and full of life! And he couldn’t stop smiling as you tilted your head towards him. You didn’t falter, you just smiled brighter and winked as the song came to a close and the points were tallied up.

Of course anything created by Donnie would be extraordinary at dancing. Therefore it didn’t surprise him one bit that you received a maximum score of 10,000,000. What did throw him off guard was the rapid pace of his heart. And maybe a bit dizzy? He hadn’t even been the one dancing!

Yeah this wasn’t good!

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maxislvt · 11 months

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heyy, how u doing

okay, i literally can't stop thinking about sorcerer!reader being heads over heels for scarlet witch wanda, and them working together as a duo and top wanda fucking reader so good for being such a good accomplice

if you're still accepting requests, i would totally love reading something with this prompt

warnings: smut, strap on (r receiving), pet play, manipulation

The Scarlet Witch first came to you in a dream.

One that was sensual in a somewhat unnerving way. You laid stiff in a field. You were unable to move and forced to watch as a figure approached. The witch whispered to you in a language you couldn't understand as she caressed your face. You would've enjoyed it had you noticed the darkness corrupting the smooth ivory skin of her fingers. It was easily the longest dream you'd ever had.

It was so jarring that you opted not to tell anyone. Maybe another sorcerer had taken a liking to you and was playing tricks to catch your attention. Odd dreams were a side effect of several spells. You figured there wasn't anything to worry about.

That was until she arrived at the Kamar-Taj. The witch's appearance raised many questions for you, but you were given the mission to protect the girl. America Chavez's safety came first. It was supposed to anyway. As you helped keep the forcefield around the temple, things began to change around. Everywhere you looked — the Scarlet Witch was there — but you stayed focused. Unfortunately, not all of your fellow sorcerers were as strong willed. The force field eventually broke and you suddenly collapsed before you could start fighting.

Everything before your arrival at Wundagore was a blur. You awoke surrounded by dead or barely breathing sorcerers and Wong about to be taken by the witch. Without even thinking, you offered yourself in place of Wong. You didn't have a plan when you offered yourself up. Wong was the Sorcerer Supreme, you were just a sorcerer. The Kamar-Taj was in no place to find another Sorcerer Supreme.

It was that very self-deprecating way of thinking that led to you falling into the arms of the Scarlet Witch. The Scarlet Witch gave you a purpose. Wanda gave you a purpose. You were no longer just some sorcerer. You were the loyal pet of the Scarlet Witch. Wanda was always keen on rewarding that loyalty.

"You're such a good pet for me." Wanda's voice was barely above a whisper when she spoke. You were always so fragile in that headspace. The fear of failure loomed over your head even in your most submissive state. She had to guide you through everything. "You're such a good little pup for me, aren't you?"

You leaned into Wanda's hand as she cupped your face. "I'm your pup," You whispered dreamily. The chill in her fingers no longer bothered you. They'd been blackened to match their evil deeds, but they were always so gentle with you. It was those same fingers that lovingly squeezed the skin of your thighs before slipping inside. They stretched you out with such care every time. In slowly, then out just as torturously slow. "I need you so bad, please."

An amused laugh fell from her lips. "You've been so needy lately. Is my puppy not getting enough attention?" She teased but complied with your request. Wanda let out a throaty moan as she eased the tip of her strap inside you. "You're always so wet and sticky. I think you're better off just being my little plaything. What do you think?" You're in no position to respond and she knows it. "What's that baby? I don't understand whining."

All you could do was let out another moan as she bottomed out. You were addicted to being stretched out. It didn't matter if Wanda was gentle or left you limping the next day. Your hips rocked back and forth desperately trying to meet Wanda's thrust. "I'll, ah, I'll be…I'll be anything you want." That was the last proper sentence you said that night.

"Anything?" Wanda asked excitedly. Her thumb rubbed tight circles around your clit. Anything was a dangerous word with her. Even more dangerous considering she loved you. Her free hand guided your frantic hips into a slower pace to match her own. "So you'd let me destroy that little ring of yours and keep you trapped here forever just to use you as a cumdump?" She giggled as you feebly extended your hand to summon the ring. "You're such a devoted little pet, but we'll save that for later." She let go of your hip to hold your hand.

Your fingers interlocked with Wanda's instinctively. It was the small, intimate things that kept you grounded. Every orgasm Wanda gave you was intense. Your legs shook and the little bit of control you had over yourself was gone. Relief rushed over your body as the knot finally broke. Every noise that you made was a desperate plea.

Wanda didn’t bother slowing down. She was far from done with your body. “Ah, ah, ah,” She gasped, mocking the noises you made. “I know it hurts, but I need to cum too. Don’t be a greedy slut.” She gripped your face forcing you to look at her. She grunted as she pushed impossibly deeper inside of you. You looked so pathetic underneath her. It was hard for her to control the urge to ruin you so soon. “I promise you we can take a break when I finish.”

Of course, you should have known better than to trust a witch.

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gadriezmannsgirl · 5 months

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heyy, can i request one when the reader met gavi's family for the first time and they were a little rude/suspicious about her, because they know that there are girls who just want gavi's money and fame. but then, they meet a second time and they're really nice and just fluff?

It's been a little while since I wrote for my babyboy, Pablito🥹 so here's a little something. Sorry for the delay, anon! Life's been busy these past days

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, I'm not doing a reference to Pablo's knee injury because it's not a cute little prompt😭 Páez Gavira family being overprotective of their small baby🥹 Gavi overprotecting reader, angsty at some point but other than that, it's fluff

Book Covers -P.G6

Summary: First meetings aren't always the best ones

As soon as the door closed you let yourself fall to the floor

"They don't like me" You said hiding your face into your hands

"What? ¿Qué estás diciendo?" (What are you talking about?) Your boyfriend of five months, Pablo shook his head "They like you"

"They don't!" You cried softly "Your mom was looking like she was ready for me to have a mistake so she can call me out for it, Aurora was rude most of the times, it was your dad the one who was lightly accepting of me" You exclaimed looking up at him with teary eyes "I really wanted for them to like me" You whisper softly

"Amor, they like you. Créeme" (Trust me) Pablo fell on the floor with you and pulled you into him. "They always are a bit insecure about who I let into my life but once they see how good you are with, to and for me they'll get around" Pablo kissed your forehead brushing your hair away from your face

"What if they don't?" You whisper "I really wanted to like your family since mine loves you more than they love me"

"They will" Pablo said with confidence "I know it, like I said they just need time, preciosa" He kissed your cheek several times making you smile softly "That's the smile I love so much" You smiled looking into his brown warm eyes "And even if they don't like you, I do. You're my girlfriend and I love you"

"You're not helping me, amor" You laugh softly

"I'm just saying, nothing and no one will stop me from being with you. I love you, you're my girlfriend and that's all that matters for me"

You looked at him for a few minutes before kissing him softly "I love you" You say making him smile, you kiss him once again "I'm gonna take a shower"

"Funny thing... so was I"

"Yes, Pablo. You can shower with me" You say and he yelped in happiness running to meet up with you to the stairs

"El último en llegar hace la cena" (The one who comes last will do dinner) He said running past you but not before giving your bum a slap

"¡Pablo Martín!" You squealed before running behind him to return the slap, both of you laughing

*** One Month Later ***

"Fuck!" You yelled with tears in your eyes. The one match you miss going to, it's the match where your boyfriend was injured.

You had just gotten out of a final exam, when you decided to see the match statistics, only to see the words "Gavi comes out of the pitch injured, Fermín is subbed in"

It was minute 68, so you decided to go to Montjuic and see him. You picked your car up and drove to the stadium.

Guards already knew who you were so they let you in, you tried your best to not run towards the dressing rooms but it was impossible. You knocked on the door and heard a groan before a small "come in" came through

"Cariño" You almost cried watching your boyfriend laid on a bed as medics worked in his ankle

"Hola mi amor" He smiled softly as you walked to be next to him and hugged him softly, his hands around your waist, yours around his shoulders, his head buried in between your breasts and your lips on top of his brown sweaty hair.

His hold on you tightened when the doctors applied pression on it as they put a bandage on him

"How is it?" You ask after a few minutes

"He has a sprain, it's not severe but it does need a time off to heal properly"

"How much?" Gavi asked

"About three to four weeks" The doctors said "Do your best to just rest, avoid activities that can cause pain, swelling or discomfort. Use an Ice pack for about 15 to 20 minutes and repeat every two to three hours while you're awake, it helps a lot and also compress the ankle with a bandage, tightly but not enough to hinder circulation" They smile lightly "If the pain's too much you can also take some ibuprofen or acetaminophen"

"Thank you so much" you said as he smiles softly at you

"Let me get you some crutches, you'll have to walk with those for a while and then you're able to go" He said leaving you and Gavi alone

"You didn't have to come all this way, amor"

"Stop talking nonsense" You shook your head "Of course I have to" You said grabbing his hand "My boyfriend's injured how could I not come to see him?" he smiled softly "You heard the doctor" You said for you two, he nods “I... Do you need help at home once you get out of here?” You wonder “I could help you? Or, maybe you can.. I don’t know-”

"That would be lovely" You smile softly as he accepts he needs help. You brush the hair that's stick to his forehead thanks to his sweat "But I don't want to be a bother"

"If it was me the one injured, would you think I'm a bother?" He quickly shook his head

"I wouldn't"

"Well, I don't think that either" You kissed his dirty cheek "It's time for you to rest, amor"

"What did I do to deserve you?" You blush smiling, he mirrors your smile, his hand going to the side of your face and pulling you into him for a kiss.

"Come on, guapo. It's time to go home and rest"

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"My family is coming to see me" You stopped in your tracks and looked at Pablo

"That's nice to hear, amor"

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable" He said before taking a spoonfull of soup

"I can't do anything if they don't like me, sadly" You sighed "But I'm here for you, because I care about you and I love you" You said "and unless you don't want me here, I won't leave you" You looked at him only to see him smiling down at you "What?" You ask laughing

He shakes his head "I'm just way to lucky to have you"

His parents and sister may not like you but for you it only matters that he did. And he does like you a lot.

You blushed at his comment "Come on, soup's getting cold"

"Won't you eat with me?"

"I have to clean this up first"

"Leave it and come eat with me, please" He pouted ever so lightly but you fell for it

Without saying anything, you grabbed a bowl and served yourself some soup and as you were about to sit the bell ringed

"Where you waiting for someone?" you ask Pablo while he shakes his head. You open the door to reveal the Páez Gavira family "Hi!"

"Hello" Pablo's dad said with a small smile "Is Gavi here?" You nod opening the door to let them inside

"¿Qué tal están ustedes?" (How are you?) You ask

"We're good, thanks" Aurora says with a small smile "Where's my brother?"

"How's he?" Belén asks

"He's doing good, he's eating right now" You didn't even got to finish the sentence when they were already on their way leaving you with Pablo.

"How are you, dear?" He asks and you nod softly

"I'm doing well, sir. Thank you" He nods smiling "Do you want me to help with the luggage?"

"I have it handled, hija. Thank you tho" You nod watching the man walk to the stairs

"¿Por qué esto está tan sucio?" (why is this so dirty?) You cursed lightly and walked to the kitchen watching how Belén judged the counter

"I just finished making lunch, I was about to clean it up"

"And why didn't you?"

"Because I was going to eat first?" She made a sound before leaving the kitchen, Aurora behind her. You sighed softly, grabbing your bowl of soup and throwing it away

"Amor"

"I'm not hungry" You said before starting to clean up

"Pablo, hijo. You better not be sleeping in the second floor!"

"I'm not, mamá. We are sleeping in this guest room"

"That's great! I'll be sleeping with you today to check if you need anything"

"But Y/N's-" Gavi went to speak but you cut him off

"It's okay" You say "I can sleep in the guest room that's upstairs"

"I already settled Aurora's thing there" Pablo said as you nod

"I'll sleep on the couch then, it's fine" You laughed softly

It wasn't fine. You slept only with a small blanket covering your cold body. You had no pillow since most of them were taken by Gavi to elevate his foot, Belén refused to take one away from him and you nodded agreeing with her.

But your back and your neck weren't pleased.

"How are you, mi vida?" You nod at Gavi's question with a small smile

"How about you?"

"I'm asking for you, Y/N"

"I'm fine, amor" You kiss his lips softly trying to forget about the pain on your back, you undo the bandage before pressing the ice pack to him "20 minutes" You started the chronometer "I'll do breakfast, call me if anything, okay?" You say as he nods

You started making some tortillas and coffee, when Belén came into the kitchen

"Buenos dias" She said with a smile

"Buen dia" You replied to her softly "Coffee's done, I'm doing some tortillas, Pablito is in the couch with the ice pack"

"Yes, I just saw that" She replied "He told me you were here" You nod not knowing what to say "We're sorry" She said as you stop what you were doing

"Pardon?"

"We weren't treating you in the best way and we're sorry about that" She said and you look at her

"It's okay, miss"

"No, it isn't" She cut you off "We're just so worried about who comes into his life, he seems like a though guy but he's so shy and sentimental. We don't want anyone, mostly girls, coming up to him, only to use him for fame and money and then leaving him alone and suffering. We're always nervous and suspicious about who he hangs out with. But you're not like that and I'm sorry if we made you have a tough time. We judged you before we even got to know you completely"

You nod smiling "I understand, miss. But I love Pablo for who he is, not for what he has. He's it for me, at his highest and at his lowest, I'll always be here for him"

"And he for you, I'm sure of that" She smiles "I'm sorry" you shake your head

"No worries, miss"

"It's Belén, miss makes me feel old" You laugh softly "Can I hug you?" You nod and she embraces you in a tight hug "Do you need some help?" You shake your head

"I often make Gavi wash the dishes but I'll do that after this is done"

"Nonsense. I'm helping you with it right now!"

"I'm happy to see my two girls getting along" Pablo said

"Stick your mind in that ice pack, Gavira and stop being nosey!" You reply

"¡Te quiero!" You smile looking over at him

"What do you want?"

"Can you please put some ketchup on mine?"

"Where's the please?" Belén asked

"Please?" you laugh softly

"Only because you're guapo and injured"

"If I get baby treatment from you while being injured, then I'll need to be injured all the time"

"Can you stop speaking nonsense?" Belén asked "I'm sure Y/N babies you all the time"

"Yes, she does but I want more! Can you blame me? I love her!"

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 1 year

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heyy, maybe prompts 13 and 18 for mindy meeks martin??

‘’Shut up.’’ ‘’Why don't you come over here and make me.’’ + ‘’You have no idea how much I want you.’’

Warnings: smut, masturbation (there was a lot more to the plan, but it was getting too long)

my taglists are here (I added one for SCREAM) + you can requests here at any time

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If you and Mindy were a romance cliché, you would be the roommates trope. Chad liked to make fun of his sister for falling into a cliché when all her life she’s been emphasizing on how different she was.

When your relationship became serious, you and Mindy did some rearrangement to the dorm. You pushed the beds together to make one big bed, tired of having to squeeze into one of the twin beds, and got rid of the shirtless Henry Cavill poster that the previous girl had left there. It was really not your vibe.

A sight left your lips, filling the quiet of the dorm. You had been playing on your switch while Mindy was sitting at her desk, working on her film class assignment. It was due for tomorrow so she really needed to get it done before joining you for your nightly movie. You had started this little routine as a way to unwind and spend time together, as if you didn’t already spend 80% of your day together.

You turned your video game off and called Mindy.

‘’I’m almost finished, babe. I just really need to write about this one aspect that I know will get me a lot of bonus points and then we’ll watch a movie.’’

You liked her cinematic-nerd side, but these assignments were getting longer each time.

Another sigh left your lips and you grabbed your phone, scrolling on social media for a few. Quinn had posted a thirst-trap of herself in a tight dress, either heading to a Tinder date or trying to attract DMs from the male gender.

Taking inspiration from Quinn, you put your phone down and decided to tease your girlfriend.

‘’Mind!’’

‘’I’m almost finished,’’ she repeated, her eyes not quitting her laptop screen. ‘’Give me twenty minutes.’’

‘’Mindy!’’

This time, she peeked a glance at you over her shoulder and groaned, feeling her core tighten when seeing your breasts pulled out of your shirt. ‘’Fuck. How am I supposed to focus on school work now? You know I can’t think straight when I see those.’’ Mindy narrowed her eyes, giving you a pointed look. ‘’Are you trying to sabotage my grades?’’

You gave her your best innocent look. ‘’I’m bored,’’ you said, reaching your hand up to your left breast and rubbing your nipple.

Watching you touch yourself and not being able to join you was torture for Mindy. She wanted to ditch her assignment so badly, but she doubted Mrs. Crane would find your teasing a valid enough reason to not give her a bad mark.

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, groping your other breast and making it even harder for Mindy to resist.

‘’You have no idea how much I want you. I really, really want to suck on those pretty nipples, but I have to resist the temptation and finish this assignment first. Then—’’ Mindy’s face switched, giving you a dark look, her eyes sparkling with mischief. ‘’Oh, I have a lot in mind, my love.’’

Her words sent butterflies to your pussy, making it tingle with excitation.

Instead of being good and patient, you decided to push your teasing a notch further and rid yourself of your skirt and underwear. You parted your legs open and brought one of your hands to your folds, sliding your finger up and down a couple of times, drawing out a sigh of pleasure.

It was evil, but you were in a naughty mood…and craving your girlfriend’s attention.

The soft sounds coming from your mouth caught Mindy’s attention, a curse slipping from her lips at the scene behind her. Might as well call it a personal X-rated live-show.

You raised your head, eyes meeting Mindy’s before you raised it to rub slowly against your clit. ‘’Aah, Mindy.’’

She couldn’t tear her eyes away, watching intently as you now pressed two fingers to your clit, rubbing in hard, fast circles as your other hand pulled at your nipple.

You moaned at your own touch, then dropped your fingers lower and pushed two inside yourself. ‘’Mmh. I wish it was your mouth on my clit and your fingers instead of mine—‘’

‘’Shut up.’’ Her voice sounded deeply frustrated.

A grin crossed your lips. ‘’Why don't you come over here and make me.’’

You didn't need to tell her twice.

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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Heyy can you plss do an eddie fic with prompt #38 where after reader has a baby eddie becomes more and more distant like no alone time nothing but reader wants it to work out but he isn’t putting in the effort. Maybe it can be because he found someone else or he just isn’t attracted to her anymore or can be because of the band.

- the original request glitched and posted when I didn't write anything for it yet, so I hope whoever requested this finds it!

⚠️this is going to hurt...maybe a lot (as in I totally cried writing this and that hasn't ever happened) I saw an angst prompt and pulled this out of my ass in a day and I love it

Eddie's backstory is all made up

Talks of abuse

To have and to lose

“The worst part was that I saw it coming, I knew you’d hurt me, hurt us, but I still kept you around.”

At the age of 13

Y/N watched her parents fall out of love. She saw the two most important people in her life slowly drift away from each other.

At first her parents were so in love, like the princess and prince in fairy tales. They were always a happy family. Sitting at the kitchen table every night and talking about their day. She watched her parents kiss good morning and goodnight. She saw a relationship in her parents that she dreamed of having. She wanted to fall in love just like that.

But suddenly, their late night kitchen talks turned into screaming and smashing plates. Pillow talk turned into discussing which days they got to see their daughter. The hands they used to hold each other with are caught red handed in adultery.

Y/N watched her parents go from being in love to strangers. She watched it all fall apart.

At the age of 14

her dad moved on, moving in with a new family. Her mom turned to alcohol for comfort, leaving Y/N to learn what it's like to be forgotten at such a young age.

She didn't want a relationship like that ever. She wanted to fall in love and stay in love.

At the age of 10

Eddie watched as his dad beat his mom for the first time. He screamed his lungs out, asking him to stop. He can hear his mom's cries get quieter as she was closer to passing out. Eddie felt like his screams were underwater, how could no one hear him?

He watched the blood pour out of her nose. Hearing the front door slam as his dad ran out.

Eddie prayed that night and every night that his dad would stop coming home, but he always came back.

At the age of 12

Eddie got his first black eye. His dad punched him right across the face for not answering him fast enough. That was the first time his dad laid a hand on him, and it wasn't his last.

At the age of 13

Eddie cried as his mom walked out the front door. Bags packed and no intention on bringing him with. He screamed for her, begging for her to take him with. Save him too, but she didn't. She left him. She left her son with a monster.

At the age of 16

They met each other.

Eddie ran straight into her when he was running to class, muttering under his breath about being late on his first day.

Y/N was smacked to the floor by a heavy body colliding with hers. Hearing the guy talk under his breath.

Eddie was quick to apologize, saying sorry over and over as he helped the girl up. Once she stood tall again with a small smile, his heart did a spin. She was beautiful.

Y/N told him it was okay, accidents happen. When she fully took him in she felt speechless. His wild hair and caring eyes. He was tall, lean, and skinny. But he looked so inviting. He looked as if he would be soft to the touch.

Eddie spent that whole day thinking about her.

Y/N spent that whole day thinking about him.

She almost felt like her eyes moved on their own. Her body knew when his presence was around before she even saw him. She could be miles away in her head, but the second he walked in her eyes would snap to him. She was captivated by him and she had no idea who he was.

"Eddie Munson, late again I see. Take a seat."

She watched as his wild hair passed through the doorway, breathing heavy as he panted over. He nodded to the teacher and eyes scanned for an open seat.

Y/N smiled to herself when she felt the open space next to her, with a small smile she nodded her head.

Eddie's eyes caught hers, not by accident. He was dying to find out if he had a class with her. Trying to find her in the halls just to see if she'd walk into the door he planned to enter.

He smiled gratefully as he sat next to her. Hand sticking out, "the name is Eddie Munson."

And that's when their love story began.

Slowly blossoming throughout the year of highschool.

Eddie never realized he could love the first day of school.

Their crushes grew on each other fast and hard. She was smitten by the boy who had an artistic talent in drawing and music. She was captivated by everything he said because he talked so passionately and his eyes told every detail in a story she needed to know. She admired how creative he was and demanded he taught her more about hellfire.

For once Y/N felt like she made a true friend.

Eddie wasn't used to someone wanting to be around him. Especially a girl, and a girl who was way out of his league. Her hair was always shiny and silky. He could imagine running his fingers through it all day long. She was intelligent, always knew the answer to every question. Definitely sneaking over a few answers to him during a test. She was a great listener. He could tell she was really listening to him, her eyes told him everything he needed to know. He felt butterflies flying around when she smiled or laughed at something he said.

For once Eddie felt like he made a true friend.

At the age of 17

Y/N felt like she might be falling for him. She thought of him every single day and every moment. Photos of them framed on her walls. Countless sketches Eddie left in her room. A year of friendship and she never felt alone anymore.

She learned Eddie came from a broken home and had many wounds that still bled.

Eddie learned she was the same. A bit broken with pieces he may never find to put back together.

But either way, they healed each other even if they didn't know it

Eddie remembers the day he was a goner for her.

Jason was shoving him against the lockers, hand to his throat and knee in his gut.

Eddie loved to seem tough, but inside he was still the little boy his father used to beat until he was bruised. Eddie hated that no matter where he went in life a version of his dad found him.

Eddie remembered feeling his body hit the floor and a huge blow came from his right side, it took Eddie back to when he got his first black eye.

Tears escaped as he tried to hide his face in his hair. Even at 17 he couldn't fight back.

Then she showed up, and she put up a hell of a fight.

"GET THE FUCK OFF OF HIM!" he remembers seeing her little legs run towards him, shoving Jason aside with as much strength as she could.

The look in her eyes was so soft and gentle. For once Eddie felt like he was safe, cowardly moving himself closer in her arms. She quickly wrapped herself around him, shoving his face in her chest. Allowing him a place to cry silently where no one could see. A hand in his hair.

"do you know who that is? That's the freak Y/N, you don't want to get messed up with that."

"Fuck off. If Eddie is a freak, then freaks are my favorite kind of people." She spat.

Jason rolled his eyes and walked away.

"Eddie baby. Are you okay?"

Yeah Eddie was definitely in love.

Y/N knew she was in love with Eddie when he asked her to the snowball.

She sat at lunch with hellfire, staring at the posters that covered the cafeteria.

"SNOWBALL DANCE FRIDAY NIGHT!"

Y/N wouldn't change her friendship with Eddie for anything, but being friends with him meant no one was interested in her. Not that she cared, she had her eyes set on him and she knew they'd never wander off.

She remembers her face blushing as she shoved herself further down her seat as all the boys talked about how stupid the dance was.

Jeff complaining about the need to wear a tux just to stand in the gym. The amount of money spent on one night.

Gareth talking about how it was stupid girls actually wanted to go to that stuff. Waste their time to get pretty and go nowhere but the school.

But Eddie never said a word.

She tried to give him a glance but his expression didn't read much. He almost looked like he wasn't listening at all, and maybe he wasn't.

She was proved wrong.

Two nights before the dance she was reading a book in her bedroom, a lamp rested on her bedside otherwise the room was dark.

She heard knocking at her door and quickly looked out her window. She saw his van before him. She raced down the stairs.

He stood there in a black beanie, red and black flannel covering his arms and black jeans.

"Eddie Munson how many times do I need to tell you to wear a real winter jacket."

He rolled his eyes with a smile. Already expecting that.

He grabbed her hand and dragged her further out on the porch.

"I'm not romantic in any type of way and this was the lamest thing I could come up with, so let's act like it's the best thing I've ever done." He said.

She looked at him confused. She watched as he grabbed snow and began to roll it into a ball in the palm of his hand.

Once he was satisfied with the shape he set it near her foot. Running to his car for a poster sign.

He walked back up to her and grabbed the snow.

"Will you go to ___ with me?"

He held the snow proudly in front of the blank spot on the poster board.

His smile slowly fell as she stared at him, mouth covered by her hands

"do you get it? It's like a snow ball, like the dance?"

She nodded, trying to compose herself to speak.

"Yes Eddie I would love to go to the dance with you. And this is a very Eddie Munson fashion proposal." She laughed.

Looking into his eyes that night as he screamed about how cold the damn snow was in his hand, she knew she loved him.

After the dance, they finally became official. Both nervous and talking at the same time.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Will you be my boyfriend?"

Together they found a safe place to let their guards down. Each healing each other's wounds with soft touches and meaningful kisses.

At the age of 18

They were still going strong.

More in love than ever. They celebrated their one year at their new favorite spot in the woods.

Wayne loved Y/N as his own. Tearful eyes watching them as they got lost in each other.

Wayne always worried about Eddie. He knew his heart was too gentle for some people. But he could see that Y/N cared for Eddie deeply. In the way she smiled at him. The way she'd smack him for smoking. When she'd force him to eat dinner and not just snacks.

Wayne finally felt like he didn't have to worry about Eddie anymore.

Eddie found a safe place to call home.

At the age of 19

The couple graduated, now thrown into life with no idea what's next.

Eddie was ready to tour the world.

Y/N's mother died from alcohol poisoning and she hasn't seen her dad since he left. Eddie was all she had so she followed him straight into the spotlight.

Wherever Eddie was going to go, she was following behind.

Eddie's band slowly made their way up the charts. Getting popular and noticed. He felt like all of his suffering led him to this.

Singing every night with the guys he called brothers.

Running off stage to kiss the girl of his dreams.

Eddie deserved this.

They deserved this.

Y/N doesn't remember what state they were in, lost in the days spent on the road. But she remembered the way she felt.

She was laying in Eddie's arms as they stared at the stars. In a random parking lot in the middle of nowhere. A blanket from the tour bus underneath them.

"hey baby." She whispered as she looked up at him.

His dark eyes looked down at her, she smiled at the love and softness that was held in there.

"yes gorgeous?" He asked

"Do you think we'll always be in love?" It was a loaded question, one that they both couldn't give a sure answer too. But without a second of hesitation he said-

"Without a doubt in my mind. I'm going to love you forever, I promise."

At the age of 22

They settled down. Giving up tour life for a small break.

They got a small apartment in California, wanting Eddie to be where the stars are.

They filled the walls with pictures of them. A map that was marked by every city Eddie performed in. A cabinet filled with Wayne's old mugs for when he wanted to visit, or the days Eddie missed him a bit more.

A bulldog that they barely had any idea to take care of but Y/N refused to leave the store without him.

On Christmas Eve, Eddie decorated the living room with fake snow. Their dog, Ozzy, was dressed in a Santa hat. The Christmas tree lit up and the crappy ornaments they made together decorated all around.

"Eddie what is with all the snow?" She giggled

"It's California, I had to do my best so shush." He said.

He always had a thing for leaving her confused. She watched him silently as he got down on a knee.

Her eyes growing, he wasn't, was he?

Eddie grabbed what looked like a snow ball.

He grabbed it in his hands, holding the fake snow softly.

"When I met you, I didn't think I deserved to be here. I grew up with barely a family, just Wayne. But I felt like a burden to Wayne. Like he was forced to take me in. Making his life harder and stressful. I barely knew if he ever loved me, which I do know now that he does. My point is, I didn't know I could even be loved by anyone until I met you. Until I literally whisked you off of your feet. You have made me want to live every single day of my life. I've got to love you as a friend. Then as a boyfriend. And now I want to love you as a future husband. Will you marry me?"

He smashed the fake snow, dusting off the particles and there laid a ring.

She was already crying from his words but she cried harder seeing the pure love in his eyes. His own watering slightly.

She couldn't speak so she nodded and threw her body into his. Knocking him straight to the floor.

Laughing as they tumbled, Ozzy ran to their rescue.

"Take that as a big yes?" Eddie laughed.

"So fucking big yes." She kissed his lips.

Ready to spend the rest of her life with the man of her dreams.

At the age of 25

She gave birth to their daughter, Alexis.

Eddie dreamed of being a father and he vowed to not fuck this up.

Eddie sang his two girls to sleep every night. A smile on his face as he watched his wife and daughter fall asleep with the same look on their face.

Alexis looked just like her in so many ways but had Eddie's hair of curls.

Wayne adored her more than anything. Easily becoming the best grandpa in the world.

Eddie and Y/N spent all their time making the most memories they could with Alexis.

Who knew two teenagers could make it so far?

At the age of 30

It all came down.

Y/N was slowly watching Eddie turn into someone who wasn't her husband anymore.

Once Alexis was old enough, Eddie went back on tour.

It was hard at first for them to all get used to.

Y/N had to go to bed alone and prepare her 5 year old for school.

Eddie had to get used to talking to his family through a phone.

Alexis was a daddy's girl and she took it hard when he was gone. Crying every night asking where he was.

Wayne stopped by the most he could, taking care of Alexis while Y/N needed to get errands out of the way.

A busy day flew by and she rested into bed. Checking her phone and realizing she never heard from Eddie. She quickly dialed his number but got no response. With a shrug she headed off to bed, maybe he was a bit busy.

But then that one night without a call turned into a week.

She felt like she was going crazy, countlessly calling him, sending texts. It was like he disappeared.

She texted his manager to make sure he was okay. The good news was he was perfectly fine. The bad news was he was perfectly fine.

The guilt ate him alive.

Watching her call him over and over. The contact picture of her big smile holding Alexis, Ozzy drooling in their laps.

A picture he used to smile at when it would appear.

Now a picture that reminded him of what he didn't feel anymore.

He doesn't know when it happened but one day he woke up and didn't think of her. He went out and performed, hitting up parties before crashing in his hotel room. Plugging in his phone, realizing he never called home. He never even thought to call home.

He shrugged it off for being too busy.

But then he kept forgetting. And now he can't handle the pain in his chest when she calls.

She came to visit him for his birthday. Alexis was overjoyed to see her dad finally after months. Wayne stayed back to take care of Ozzy but planned to visit soon.

Seeing her husband again made her feel better about everything. She understood he is busy, she's been on tour before, she knows how it goes.

But the trip didn't go as well as she planned.

The last night she was there Eddie asked to talk.

Alexis was sleeping in the crib of her hotel room, Eddie's down the hall even though he hasn't slept in it since she came.

She got nervous when he asked to talk in the hall, away from Alexis.

"I want a divorce."

She felt like her heart was yanked out of her chest and stabbed a thousand times.

"wait what?" This wasn't happening. They were fine. They were close to happy. They. Are. Fine.

"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry but I can't keep lying to you. I can't keep acting like I'm fine when I'm not. I can't keep acting like I love you." He cried, it hurt to even say out loud. It hurt even worse watching her walls build up, her teeth clenching as she refused to cry.

"when Eddie?" She choked out, a finger pressed to her lips. Some type of pressure to keep her sobs inside.

"when what?"

"when did you fall out of love with me?"

"I don't know. One day I woke up on my tour bus and went through the whole day where you didn't cross my mind. I woke up and I didn't miss you anymore." He wanted to touch her, to hold her but he knew he couldn't.

"YOU WON'T EVEN TRY FOR ME?" she screamed, tears leaving her eyes, nothing she could do about it.

"I've been fucking trying. You have no idea how hard I've been scraping to feel something again. I can't make myself love you. I can't change that."

"what did I do wrong? Eddie where do I go wrong?" She begged, feeling her knees giving out from under her.

"nothing baby. Don't do that to yourself okay? You did nothing wrong. You were the perfect wife and everything. This is all on me. People just change"

"No Eddie no! PEOPLE CAN'T JUST CHANGE. You can't love me for one second and not want me anymore. That's not fair. The worst part was that I saw it coming, I knew you’d hurt me, hurt us, but I still kept you around." She sobbed, giving up on standing. Smashing her knees into the floor.

His heart broke watching her. He hated his heart for turning on him. For turning on everything he dreamed of since he was sixteen

"I know it's not fair. I fucking hate this too." Even if she didn't want it, he caged her in his arms. Tears silently falling into her hair. Hers soaking through his Tshirt.

She pushed him off as hard as she could. Anger now filling her.

"YOU PROMISED ME. YOU TOLD ME YOU WOULD ALWAYS LOVE ME. YOU ARE A FUCKING LIAR!"

"I WAS FUCKING NINETEEN! I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT I WAS PROMISING! WE WERE YOUNG. WE DIDN'T KNOW OUR FUTURE"

"I did. I wanted my future to be you Eddie! I fucking wanted to love you for the rest of my life. I have spent every day the happiest I've ever been since I met you. And now you just want to take that all away from me? That's so fucking not fair. I'm suddenly supposed to learn a life where I don't get to love you anymore? You have been my life since I was god damn sixteen eddie. What in the hell am I supposed to do now?"

"I don't know. I wish I knew. I wish I could wake up and feel that love I had for you. I've been praying for that every night but I can't find it in me anymore. I will love you always, but I can't say I'm in love with you anymore. I'm so fucking sorry. I wish I could make this better but I can't. In the end you deserve to be loved so fucking much and I can't give that to you anymore." He tried to hold back his own sobs.

Looking at her, it was like he was breaking the heart of her at sixteen. The same bright smile girl he smashed in the hallway. The same girl that held him as he cried. The same girl he twirled around on the dance floor at snowball. The same girl that followed him around the world. The same girl he proposed to in that small apartment. The same girl he vowed to love for the rest of his life.

He wasn't just breaking his wife's heart, he was breaking every version of her heart he learned to love.

She wiped her tears and nodded. Taking a deep breath she stood up.

"I'm going to go home tomorrow and I'll pack. You finish the tour and I'll have the papers ready for you when you come back."

The shut of the hotel door shouldn't have hit him this hard.

Shouldn't have made him fall to his own knees and sob.

But it wasn't just the hotel door closing,

It was closing on the only relationship Eddie ever felt true love.

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joelslegalwhre · 2 years

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Baby pictures

pairing⁀➷ lance stroll x fem!reader

word count⁀➷ 1k

summary⁀➷ When being alone with Lance’s mother and sister, you get to see some of his baby pictures.

warnings⁀➷ fluff, female reader, mention of starting a family

a/n⁀➷ this is literally one big fluff event (as always, tell me if I missed a warning pls!)

requested; hili! i was thinking my own prompt with lance in 2nd pov. "stop showing her my baby pictures!", i hope this is alright!

It was Christmas time and the first snow was falling from the greyish clouds. The air was crispy and you could see your breath in the cold air.

You and Lance were currently visiting his parents for Christmas. He's been away with his Dad for the day, so you were sitting on the couch with Claire-Anne, his Mom.

Chloe, Lance's sister, was coming later on in the day.

You both had a blanket on your lap and a mug with hot tea in your hands. You loved days like this. It was like one of those Christmas movies you loved so much. It was snowing, you were in the warmth and sitting there on the couch with Claire-Anne just felt like being home.

You two were talking about everything, the men were out for some time now but neither of you was bothered by that. Lance's mother loved you and always said how you were like a second daughter to her. She liked you from the beginning and couldn't make it easier for you, becoming a part of the family. Just as you wanted to tell Claire-Anne something that happened on your way to their house, a sound coming from the front door interrupted you.

"I'm home! Hey, Y/N you're here!" Chloe came into the living room. She was carrying a huge box in her hands, which she quickly placed on the dinner table to greet you. "Heyy!" you said hugging her. She hugged you back with a smile all over her face.

"I missed you! How are you?" Chloe asked as you parted. "I'm good, thanks. I missed you too!" you said, smiling.

"Oh by the way, before I forget it!" she said, the excitement in her voice couldn't be ignored. "As I was looking for the Christmas decor, I found this." she said, holding up a photo album. It was grey with a photo in the centre, a photo of a baby.

"Is that Lance?" you asked with a grin. "The one and only." Chloe said with laughter.

"Come sit down girls. Let's look at some pictures, shall we?" Claire-Anne asked with a warm smile. "Yes please, I'm eager to see more of baby Lance." you said, still grinning, before turning back to Chloe.

"Do you want a cup of tea?" you asked her. She nodded her head 'yes' and you quickly went to the kitchen.

Neither Chloe nor Claire-Anne said something because they knew you would insist on making the tea on your own. You knew where everything was, so you pulled out another mug to fill it with hot water and a teabag. As you reentered the living room, Lance's Mom patted on the free spot next to her. You grabbed your blanket after handing Chloe her tea and made your way to the couch. "Thanks, y/n/n." she said.

"Do you know which year this is from?" Claire-Anne asked as she opened the book.

"I'm not sure, it seems as if he was around one or two. So it's either from 1999 or 2000 I suppose." Chloe said and shrugged her shoulders. You continued looking through the photo album and Claire-Anne was telling you stories to each picture.

"How can a baby be so cute?" you asked with adoration. "You are biased, he's your boyfriend y/n/n." Chloe said with a raised finger while nipping on her tea.

"Oh c'mon, he is cute even now, but as a baby?" you said with a dreamy smile, kidding with Chloe. "Please, go and make your own then." she said and you almost choked on your tea. You coughed and felt your cheeks getting hot.

"Chloe!" you gasped embarrassed. Lance's Mom just quietly giggled and continued to show you the pictures.

"We’re back!" you heard your boyfriend shouting from the door. "Hello!" you shouted back. Lance and his Dad came into the living room, both still wearing their golf gear. "How's it been?" you asked him as he hugged your shoulders from behind and kissed you on the cheek. "Fun. But cold." he muttered into your neck. You slightly turned around to give him a proper kiss, his lips still a bit cold from being outside.

"What have you been doing?" he asked the three of you after he and Lawrence greeted you three. Lawrence was sitting in an armchair and Lance just plopped down next to you on the couch.

"Chloe found this." his Mother showed them the photo album. "We've been looking through it for the past hour." Chloe said with a smirk.

"Mom, stop showing her my baby pictures!" he said embarrassed. "How much have you seen?" he asked, turning his attention to you.

"She has seen enough to want a mini Lance herself." Chloe whispered in your direction. It wasn't loud enough for his parents to hear but by the slight smirk on Lance's face, you could tell he did.

"Now shut up Chloe." you whispered back. She just laughed and took another sip of her tea.

As his Mom wanted to continue looking through the album Lance shook his head. "Alright, I think we had enough of that." he said and took the album from his Mother's hands.

It was later in the evening, when you came out of the bathroom, ready to go to sleep. Lance was already laying on the bed, watching you enter the room. "Come here baby." he said and opened his arms for you. You hopped on the bed and cuddled up to him.

"You are as cute as you were when you were a baby." you teased Lance, looking up at him as your head was resting on his chest. He propped himself up on his elbow to look at you. "You enjoyed watching me suffer, didn't you?" he joked. "Suffer?" you said laughing.

Lance shook his head with a light smile.

"What?"

"I love you." he simply said, still smiling at you. Your lips curled up and you looked at him in love. "I love you too." Lance bent down to kiss you and you could feel him still smiling through the kiss.

“I’m down for the mini us, by the way.” he grinned as you parted. “Oh my god,” you breathed out a laugh, your hand smacking his bare chest.

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chaotic-on-main · 6 months

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HEYY can I get uhhh a vanilla bean sugar cone with candy pls? 🎀

(And they’re both shy and blushy heheh)

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☾ Pairing ➼ Armin Arlert x gn!Reader

☾ Content/Warning ➼ fluff, modernau, mutual pining

☾ A/N ➼ hi hi bby!! :3 thank you for sending a request in. i actually had one completely different planned but for the time, i had to move it and decided to go in a different direction. worry not though, i do plan to write that other one eventually!! because it's so cute. ANYWHO. have a cute armin hehe reader isn't too blushy but she is on the inside! i hope you like it!! happy birthday to the babiest of all babies, armin <3

☾ Wordcount ➼ ~2.2k

Armin Arlert spent his whole life busting his ass for a successful future. At a young age, he lost his parents from a plane accident and since then it's been just him and his grandfather. Due to his grandfather's old age, he did what he could to step up as soon as he was old enough – working odd jobs despite his long hours in school during the day.

With great persistence, he worked hard enough to get into a decent college off the coast to pursue an education in marine biology but of what focus, he wasn't sure. Regardless, to say Armin was tired would be an understatement.

With his program came multiple opportunities to gain experience in his field. At first, he dabbled in small research groups, taking samples of the local corals and sea water – but it wasn't nearly as satisfying to him as when he got to volunteer once a week in the aquarium just a few miles south of campus.

It took a few semesters to gain the necessary certifications and log enough dives to qualify. But eventually, he was able to start working as a diver, helping observe animal behavior and cleaning what was needed.

Armin has loved the sea for as long as he could remember, something his grandfather had instilled in him as a distraction from his deceased parents. It wasn't until his late teens that he was able to actually visit one, let alone live by one. Nothing could have prepared him for how much he would love it.

Even more so when he was underwater, whether it be in a tank or the wide ocean. There was nothing quite like the warbled silence that comes with diving deep in the fish tanks in full gear, nothing but various sea life and bubbles floating around him. But even with all of the beauty that surrounds him, nothing compared to the person that walks by the tank every shift with a gaggle of young kids and their chaperoning adults following behind.

You, the tour guide who worked every Saturday and a student who sat two rows ahead of him in the organic chemistry class you both shared.

In class, you were studious as ever. Attentive to every word the professor said. Typing away with nimble fingers at every comment and question proposed. Every day you would walk in like you were floating on air, a bright smile on your lips that matched the same shine in your beautiful eyes. There have been a couple times that you shot him one of those smiles and he swears he could have dropped dead then. He doesn't know when he developed this crush on you, but it was all consuming.

So he watches as he always does, you coming down the ramp with that smile and your arms flying around animatedly as you talked about the next tank – the one he was in. Like clockwork, you raise your hand and look over to him then wave prompting the little ones to wave as well. Armin waves back, as he always does, but his bright blue eyes don't leave your face.

Just as quick as you came, you ask your group a question before starting off in the next tank's direction. On your way past, you look up to where Armin still floats and offer him another small wave, this time your gaze lingering on him. If his face wasn't covered up, you would have seen the warmest pink flush his face.

The conversations between the two of you remained professional for the most part, whether it be about the aquarium or the coursework load. Armin would love to extend that conversation with you, but he was always too nervous around you. He was lucky to get more than thirty words out before choking or having to pull away for air. There was something about you that was just so intoxicating and Armin had no idea how to navigate that, never mind the fact that he hadn't had time to even think about dating ever with his busy schedule.

But one day, you made it easier for him.

Sometime during the late fall months, you found Armin in the break room propped up in the back corner with a book in one hand and sandwich in the other, half eaten. His blue eyes are practically glued to the page with his mind in another world, so much so that he doesn't even hear you come in. You take a moment to inspect his face. His eyebrows are furrowed in concern as his gaze flits across the words.

“That must be one hell of a book.” You joke as you walk over to your work locker. You miss the way Armin jumps at your sudden voice, but settle down quickly because he realizes it's you.

“I didn't hear you come in. It really is! Have you read it?” His soft voice responds back.

You look over your shoulder to see Armin holding up his book with a small smile. At first glance, you notice the big Stephen King across the top of the cover. Under that is a picture you know all too well with the title, ‘The Institute’. The biggest smile pulls at your cheeks as you see Armin holding your favorite book at the moment.

“I love that book! I've read it at least a few times!” You exclaim as you grab your belongings and sit on the chair next to him. Armin's heart leaps into his throat at your sudden proximity. Your faint honey-vanilla perfume dances in his senses as you lean over to get a better look at where he was at in the story.

“Oh you’re just at my favorite part, too!” Armin has to pull back so that you don't bump heads with him. He's never been so close to you before, but now that he is, he takes in the beauty of your face and complex coloration in your eyes. You raise an eyebrow at him, and he just now realizes that you've asked him something.

“W-what was that?” He squeaks out, feeling his face warm even more.

“I was asking how you liked the escape scene. It's so thrilling right??” You lean back finally but Armin still feels like he can't breathe from being near you.

“I- yeah. It's stressful for sure.” He smiles back at you, cautious but sweet.

“I'm sorry for getting so in your face, I'm just so excited to see someone I know reading that. It's easily my most recommended read.” You dig in your bag as you continue on, searching for the cool metal of your car keys that must be buried deep.

“What was your favorite part, if you don't mind me asking?” Armin carefully closes the book, making sure to place his bookmark in the right spot before doing so. Your excitement and happiness radiates off you like the sun.

“Oh my gosh, I love questions! It's gotta be when Nick and Kalisha kiss! I shipped them for so long so when they finally did that, it was like it all paid off. Not to mention that it was placed during a high tension moment!! I love those kinds of kisses. And you never would have thought they would end up like that, you know? Like, it's one of those romances where they end up falling for each other due to their circumstances and what not. It's just so cute!” You rattle on, staring straight into Armin's crystal blue eyes with a large grin on your face.

Armin’s interactions with you were always brief that he never really knew you, so to see this side of you was surprising to say the least. Not like it was a bad thing though, he already had a crush on you but now he was enamored. He could listen to you talking about your favorite things all day, he thinks.

“You think it's weird that such a little moment would be my favorite, don't you?” You tease, not a hint of distress in your tone.

“No! Not at all! Different, perhaps. But interesting for sure!” Armin waves his hands in front of his chest in a defensive manner, the book's pages fluttering from the back and forth motion.

“Good, because I was about to tease you about how goofy you look in your diving gear.” You laugh, the sound of it reverberating off the break room's walls. It tickles his brain in a pleasant way.

“What's wrong with my gear?” Armin glances at the clock briefly and notices he only has a few minutes left before he needs to get ready to leave for his night job. He found it easier for himself if he brought everything he needed for the day instead of going back and forth from his apartment.

“Nothing, silly. I'm just kidding. You look rather dashing in it, if I may be so blunt.” You mutter as you force your face into your bag. You still haven't been able to find your keys. Because of that, you miss the shell-shocked expression gracing his soft face. It's gone though as soon as you pop your head out. “Ah-ha!” You pull out a keychain with various charms sparkling off the bright fluorescents.

“Seems like it's time for us to head out, huh?” You check the time on your phone with a soft sigh before glancing over at him. Seems to Armin that he's not the only one who noticed you both left at the same time most days.

“Hey Armin, what are you doing tomorrow?” You ask innocently as you stand up, slinging your bag over your shoulder then turning to face the blushy blonde.

“Um, well it's my day off so I'll be catching up on some school work.” Armin stands up too, and much to your shock, you notice how much taller he is to you. Whenever you talked to him or worked with him, he was always in the tank or sitting at his desk. He wasn't towering per se, but you absolutely had to look up to keep his gaze.

“There's this bookshop that I've been dying to visit and I heard it has some published research journals I think would be great for our end of the year project.”

“Oh, uh. That's awesome, you'll gave to tell me what you think of it in class on Monday.”

“Well, why don't you come see it for yourself. Shopping is always fun with people you know, right? Do you have about an hour or so to spare?” You adjust the strap of your bag, mainly out of the sheer anxiety that floods your veins. You kept up a solid front, but inside you were churning.

“Yeah!-“ His voice jumps an octave before clearing his throat in a way to compose himself. “I can make time for that, sure.”

“Awesome! I think I still have your number from that homework assignment a few months ago so I'll message you when I'm ready tomorrow, yeah?” Another wide grin pulls from your cheeks, your stomach somersaulting at his cute expression. You were nervous around him but he was just so adorable, it made everything easier.

His heart quickens in pace as he fumbles with putting his own things away into his bag and zipping it tight. There's a pause as he watches you give him one more smile before turning on your heel for the door. He reaches a hand out as if to stop you but he hesitates. Is this what he thinks you're asking? If you were anyone else, he wouldn't have been so bold but there's something about you that makes him want to be a little more brave. So he calls your name to get your attention.

“Wait! Is this… is this a date?” His voice cracks ever so slightly.

“If you'd like that, yeah.” Your upper half turns in his direction as you throw him a cheeky smile.

“I would love that, actually.” Armin shuffles his feet, looking down at them only for a second before meeting your eyes once again. You're met with a shy smile and the softest shade of pink lighting up his face.

“Great. Then I'll see you tomorrow for our date.” And with that you're out the door, the lingering scent of your perfume the only proof of the interaction he just had with you. His hand closes in front of him, as if to grab hold of this moment.

On his way to his car, an inkling of a voice telling Armin he didn't have time for something like this creeps up on him. He had homework to catch up on, and not to mention the school week started up again so soon. For once though, he finds himself being able to overpower that voice so much so it turns into a whisper. He was allowed something like this. And if part of his day off included you, well. Working harder to make up some things would be worth it.

#sky's summer event #armin arlert #armin x reader #armin arlet #armin arlert x reader #armin arlet x reader #x reader #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #fluff #modernau #asked #answered

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whoreforhorror · 1 year

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heyy! if it’s not too bad to write i’ll req billy loomis or stu macher (poly or not, anything is okay rlly!) with fem!reader (or gn) who is absolutely obsessed with them/him?

if your uncomfy with the request or can’t write it don’t worry! thank you regardless ❤️

This request fits the boys so much! I decided to make it poly (because I have my biases) and gender-neutral so more people can enjoy your prompt! Hope that’s alright! Thank you for being so kind, and I hope this is meets your hopes! Feel free to request any time!

Poly! Billy Loomis and Stu Macher with an S/O who is obsessed with them

They. are. so. ecstatic! Both of these boys are very possessive and having you return that energy is just near the greatest gift you could give them. They’d revel in every moment you spend with them and find it incredibly endearing when you get upset as they go to leave. They’ll feed into it and encourage you to fester in your obsession until they’re all you think about.

Both of them would ask you questions to test your loyalty, seeing how far you would go for them. They may even actually test you, talking to you less and spending more time with their respective ‘girlfriends’. They want to see what you would do, poking the metaphorical bear in a sense.

Stu loves to see the way your pupils dilate as you look at him with absolute enamorment. He’s used to being the center of attention at parties and such but he loves knowing that he has your complete and utter attention. When he’s messing around and looks over to see you absorbing his every word and action, he swears he can feel his heart skip a beat.

Billy is more into the physical displays of your infatuation. Clinging to him, giving him gifts, and doing things to make his life easier, he’s all for it. He thinks it’s adorable, like a puppy who’s fully loyal to its owner. He’ll reward you for your efforts, of course, but you’re so easy to reward that it’s practically nothing at all. A few words of praise, a bit of gentle physical touch, and maybe even a gift of your own and you’re over the moon.

Together, they love to shower you with attention, to see you either get drunk on the attention or so flustered that you start squirming. They try to take your attention away from the other and pretend to be upset when your focus is not on them. Seeing you get flustered and trying to satisfy the both of them gives the both of them a sort of sadistic entertainment.

They might convince you to kill someone, to rope you into being Ghostface with them. They’d use your loyalty and infatuation with them as the catalyst. You would do anything for them, right? Anything? Well, they just have to test that. When you do, they’ll be by your side, giving you every bit of praise and attention you could ever want. They’re so proud of you and they’re so happy you’d really do anything for them.

The obsession goes both ways though. On the boys’ side, it leans towards possession, but they deeply care for you and would do anything to keep you by them. If someone tries to take your attention away from them, insults you, or tries to hurt you, may god have mercy on their souls because Ghostface certainly won’t. It will be one of their most brutal kills, leaving the corpse nearly unrecognizable. They’ll have you watch, to see their display of care and protection, and you love it.

They love to call you their plaything or their pet, further solidifying your loyal and obedient role. They take good care of their things, so there’s no reason to worry. You’re in good hands, so long as you don’t mind Billy and Stu encouraging your mind to be clouded by obsession at all times. They love your intelligence and your wit but they are completely infatuated with the thoughtless, bewitched state you tend to fall into when your mind is on nothing but your two boys.

If your relationship with the boys is public, Stu will have you sat on his lap at every party. He loves showing you off while reaffirming that everyone in attendance knows your off limits. He also loves that he has the ability to hold and caress you any way he wants. He knows you won’t mind. Billy prefers to have you sat next to him with his arm around your shoulder and pulling you in close to his side. It’s subtle and not a point of interest for others but to you, he might as well be wrapping you in himself. You both know it’s possessive and all-consuming. Because he’s not forcing you to stay seated, you staying sat next to him is yet another reassurance of your loyalty.

#billy loomis x reader #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader x stu macher #stu macher x reader #stu macher #scream 1996 #ghostface x reader #ghostface #slashers imagine #slashers #slasher fucker #slasher x reader

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liveforjeongin · 6 months

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Heyy you, saw you are taking requests and had an idea. Ler changbin and lee han with 9,7,10 from prompts #2

Something like, jisung woke up in a major lee mood and let's say he has Tumblr and left he's phone open with a tickle fanfic, changbin found it and decided to help him with his mood

Okay soo that's a small idea i have you don't need to use it if u don't want to or don't need it

Soo that's it..

Have a lovely day/night <3

A Little Help

I TOTALLY LOVE THIS IDEA

Thanks for the request anon<3

-tickle fic, if you don't like that you can keep scrolling

requested by: anon

warnings: some swearing words, a bit too long I'm so sorry

Prompt 7, list #2: “All you need to do is ask.”

Prompt 9, list #2: “Are you...blushing?”

Prompt 10, list #2: “I can’t say it!”

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Jisung woke up like it was a normal day, but this time there was something different...

Oh no...

He woke up in an intense lee mood. He needed tickles so badly that if someone doesn't tickle him right now he wouldn't be able to be a functional human being for the next week

What to do now? Ask for tickles? Impossible, Jisung could barely say the word and, knowing how teasy the members are, he wouldn't risk being teased 24/7 from now on

So he just went for the safe option, Tumblr, his total savior

But this time it didn't work

In fact, it just made it worse

Fuck, now what?

It's not like Jisung had too many options, so he just kept scrolling and scrolling through Tumblr tickle posts. Eventually, even though he just woke up, he fell asleep with his phone on and Tumblr opened

It was nothing to panic about, it's not like in that exact moment, just before the phone's screen blocked since it had passed too much time without being used, a member comes in and takes his phone of his hand to let him sleep better and looks at his Tumb-

"Hannieeeee! You awake?" Changbin entered Jisung's room yelling. Fortunately, this didn't wake up the quokka, but the image of Han sleeping melted Changbin's heart, how could he look so cute?

Changbin smiled for himself when he saw Hannie sleeping so peacefully, but then he noticed Jisung's phone on his hand, and approached to him to take it and just leave it on Jisung's nightstand

But in the moment Changbin took Jisung's phone, couldn't help but notice the app Hannie was on... Tumblr?

He had heard of that app, but never really understood for what it was, and, honestly, didn't give it any importance at his dongsaeng having it

Until he noticed what kinda posts were on Jisung's following content...

Tickles?

What?

Saying Changbin was surprised was nothing compared to how he was actually feeling

It's not like he despised his dongsaeng, it was actually the opposite, he found it really cute, it's just that he thought Jisung actually hated when someone tickles him, but second thought... He never told anyone to stop when they were tickling him...

Huh

Changbin decided to just leave Jisung's phone on his nightstand as he had planned, leave him sleep in peace and keep that new discovering he did about his dongsaeng for himselft, maybe he could give him a little help later...

A couple hours later, Jisung woke up again

In the worst lee mood he has ever been

Why is life so unfair?

Complaining mentally about how unfair it is to not have tickles on a day like this, Hannie went out of his room and headed to the living room, where Changbin was.

Jisung sat on the couch next to his hyung, resting his head on his shoulder, a lot tired yet

"Good morning, hyung" Han waved Changbin in a sleepy tone, it was clear he slept too much that morning...

"Good morning, Hannie, tired still?" Changbin waved back, smiling down at him

"Yeah..." Jisung muttered with a yawn

Changbin chuckled at him "Don't fall asleep again or you're wake up even more tired"

"Mmmm... You're right" Jisung muttered and sat straight on the couch, fighting in opening his eyes to drive away his tireness

When Jisung seemed... Less asleep, Changbin decided to finally confront him about what he saw on his phone

"So... Hannie... You know you fell asleep with your phone on your hand?" Changbin started

That practically woke Jisung up completely immediately

"Ummmmm... Yeah? What's with that?" replied, the nervousness could feel on his voice

"You were on an app. What's its name....? Tumblr or something?"

Shit

That could not be happening

It had to be a dream, right?

Well, it wasn't

"Uhhh... I-"

"What's a lee?"

Oh no

"W-Well... Y-You see..." Jisung tried to think of a credible excuse, but it was useless since Changbin seemed to know everything by now

"I-It's... Someone that... L-Likes being t-t-tickled" Hannie answered, having some problems to say the feared tword, blushing slightly and looking everywhere but at his hyung

"Ohhh, I see. And I'm guessing a lee mood is when one of these.... lees wants to be tickled, am I right?" Changbin said that so casually that was too flustered for the younger

"Y-Yeah..."

"And I'm guessing that's the mood you're having right now, isn't it?" Changbin asked with a teasy smile

Jisung blushed the brightest red ever, how was he supposed to answer that?

"Y-Yeah..." Han answered, extremely red

"Are you... Blushing?" Changbin teased as smirked down at him and overthrowed him on the couch, sitting on his hips

"W-WAIT HYUng what are you doing?"

"I'm helping you a little... Wasn't this what you wanted?"

Jisung blushed even more if that was possible, and nodded slowly with his head

"Good. Now, Hannie, all you need to do is ask~"

"W-Wait what?" Jisung's eyes widened at that

"You heard me. If you want tickles, you'll have to ask for them~" Changbin was really having fun teasing Jisung over here...

"H-Hyung... Please don't make me say it... I can't... I can't say it!" Jisung gave Changbin his best puppy eyes, hoping that convinces him

Unfortunately for him, it didn't work

"Awwww, but you'll have to say it if you want your tickles~ Come on! It's not so hard"

"Yes it is hard" Jisung said, pouting at his hyung

"Your cute faces and pouts are not convincing me of anything... You're gonna have to ask, Hannie~" Changbin teased him, pinning his arms above his head, making the younger way more flustered "I'm not doing anything until you ask for it~"

Han encouraged himself enough to try to say it, sighing before talking "Changbin hyung... P-Please t-t-ti-ckle me..." finally got to say

Changbin smirked down at him "Ohh, of course Hannie~" Changbin didn't waste a single second and immediately went for Jisung's bellybutton, his worst spot, making the poor kid go crazy

"NOHOHOHOHOHO, WAIHIHIHIHIT WAHAHAHAHIT HYUHUHUHUNG HYUHUHUHUUUUUNG NOT THERE HYUNG PLEHEHEHEASEEEEE"

"Aw please~ You literally asked for this, you can't stop it too soon~"

"BUHUHUHUHUT YOU CAN'T GO ON WOHOHOHORST SPOT THIS SOHOHOHHOON! THAT'S CHEHEHEHEHEHEATING HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Changbin chuckled at his dongsaeng, finding him extremely adorable "Alright, fine, you're right" moved to his sides instead. Still too ticklish for Hannie, but not as much as before

"You're having fun, Hannie?" Changbin teased him while absolutely wrecking him

"HAHAHAHAHA YEHEHEHES!" Jisung said without thinking, overwhelmed by the tickles, blushing the second he realized what he just said

Changbin just smiled at him while tickling him, he was happy knowing he was able to make Jisung this happy

After some more minutes of absolutely being wrecked by Changbin, Jisung decided that was enough

"ALRIHIHIHIHIHIGHT HYUNG STOP NOW PLEHEHEHEASE!" Han said through his laughter, making the older chuckle as he got off of him

"How was that? Good enough for you?"

Jisung was breathing hard with the biggest smile on his face, he couldn't think so well so just rested his head on his hyung's lap and said "That was the best, thank you so much, hyung" Jisung said with his eyes closed and extremely tired

Changbin just stroked his hair while smiling at him "Anytime, Hannie"

Jisung fell asleep... Once again, but hey! Who wants to have a productive day when you can just have some tickles, right?

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OKAY I'M NOT SO SURE ABOUT THIS ONE BUT I KINDA LIKED IT AND I HOPE YOU TOO😭

#skz tickle #kpop tickle #stray kids tickle #tickle #tickle content #ahhie's blog

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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can i please ask pregnant reader x lesso smut? r is needy and super hormonal, and at seven mouths preg feels super heavy. lesso is just a soft dom who calls r mommy and r gets super turned on by it

thank u🫶🫶

Mommy and Mommy! | NSFW

*Authors note~this is such a cute emotional idea. And I hope I can do them justice.*

Trigger warnings~ soft dom r sub l pregnancy sex mommy kink, oral, fingering praise

Prompt~ see ask^^^^*

tumblr anon~ Heyy

So if you could I know everyone what's to be F**ked by lesso but can it be (female)reader this time.

Maybe have both reader and lesso not being able to walk and still shaking body

Sorry if I am bothering you. Have a nice day

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Pregnancy hormones were certainly something unique. Leo had been amazing with your strange cravings at ungodly hours of the night, your morning sickness all curtesy of your unborn daughter. Your lack of libido in the early stages of your pregnancy were particularly rough on your body. But now seven months in, you were miserable. You felt too heavy, your couldn't see your toes anymore and your back constantly ached from carrying around your daughter all day every day. But the thing is, you wanted, no no, you needed Leonora to come and give you a proper fucking. The battling emotions and thoughts driving you mad, as you tried to communicate to your girlfriend about your needs.

"Leo" you whined, I feel fat but good god if I didn't need you to jump my bones pleaseeeeee" you whined really trying to get the woman's attention. "My love, you're not far, you're caring our beautiful baby girl, I can't wait to see you be a mommy" she murmured on thought. A shot of heat made its way between your thighs, "Leo say it again" you whimpered. "What? Mommy?" She murmured before seductively whispering in your ear, "or mommy!"

"Leo fuck me now!" You all but demanded and your girlfriend was quick to comply. Immediately, you both were caught up in a passionate kiss as you made your way to your bed. Clothes disappearing quicker than lightening. Leo couldn't help but stroke her hands over your round belly. "You're gonna be the best mommy to little dove here, but for now, why don't you be my mommy!" She moaned into your neck as she peppered it with kisses. "Oh Leo fuck please more" you whined helplessly, the hormones running wild.

Once you were safely settled on the bed, your round stomach on full display, Leonora slipped between your thighs as she kissed and nipped at your smooth thighs. "Leo no teasing please" you whimpered. Leonora took pity on you and brought her mouth to your cunt, blowing gently against it as you moaned. "Oh god mommy you're soaked for me aren't you?" You truly were drenched. "All for you Leo please" you bucked your hips against her, your impatience shining through.

Leo brought you over the edge, her tongue lapping up everything you provided her with. Before slipping in two fingers into your hole. "Oh baby! You're so wet for me. Such a good girl. So so good. You're beautiful darling" she murmured as her fingers found the perfect rhythm and hitting that perfect spongy spot every time. "More Leo more fuck me" you mewled as she added a third finger. Her praises and words of love never ending as she brought you over the edge time and time again.

"Leo want you cum" you murmured incoherently. Leonora was quick to straddle your thigh, and bring her lips to your full breasts. "Of fuck mommy your boobs got bigger" she whined before kissing sucking and nipping at them. While her mouth was busy with one side her hand was playing with the other. Both your bodies thrumming with arousal. "Together mommy! Cum with me baby" Leonora murmured against your breast. You tensed your thigh as you came causing Leonora to fall with over the edge with you.

She carefully rolled off you, chuckling as she realised not only were her legs shaking, but yours were too. Your face flushed and body slick with sweat as your hands absentmindedly came to stroke your bump. "Leo she woke up now" you whined, "guess I'm not sleeping with our dove flapping her beautiful wings all night." With a small chuckle Leonora murmured, "she's active just like mama. I'll see if I can settle her for you sweetheart." With a quick kiss you your lips you lay there as Leonora spoke to your daughter in an attempt to soothe her to sleep. For some reason it always worked when she was being active at night, it didn't matter what Leonora said, as long as it was Leonora's voice she'd eventually stop kicking your ribs. You often fell asleep with your wife rubbing soothing gently circles where your baby laid. "She's gonna be a mamas girl" you murmured only to be met with a smile, "she'll love her mommy just as much as I love mine" causing you to groan. "Leo don't start me of again, or we will never sleep.

Word count~ 863

#anon answered #fanfic #lady lesso #sfgae #leonora lesso #lady lesso x reader #lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #lesso x reader smut #lady lesso x you #leonora lesso x reader #lesso smutt #dean of evil #anon requested

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creation-key · 11 months

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Drunken Calls

Part 2

Synopsis: accidentally confessing while laughing

Warnings: drinking mentioned, barely any cussing, mostly pure fluff/ maybe angst?

a/n: I don’t have any original ideas, that i want share 😏, so i have stolen this prompt from @mangocherri , thank you love for the inspo! And if I completely butchered it and you want me to take this down, I so will, don’t even worry about it. enjoy, we’ll at least try to 🥸

It’s Saturday night? morning? you don’t even know at this point anymore. Your best friend Sierra took you out that night to celebrate your doctorate’s degree in Psychology.

You’re not much of a party girl on your own, but when with the right people, you never want to sleep. And that is exactly what you’re experiencing in the present, only now, you’re sipping on some fruit drink, the taste of alcohol no longer prevalent because of how much you’ve consumed that night already.

You’ve all gathered at your house for the after party, you called it, which was really your smart sober part of your brain, long gone now, trying to keep everyone from driving home. With the night still young , it’s 2 am, you’re talking up a storm, just really spilling the beans on every secret you’ve ever had, including your crush on your sister’s boyfriend.

Everyone having already sobered up and drinking water gasp, granted it’s only 4 people, including yourself, but the gasp sounded otherworldly to your intoxicated brain.

Not fully understanding what you had just admitted to, you yawn saying you’re gonna “hit the hay,” you wink, for literally no reason at all, and stumble your way to your bedroom, tripping over air at least 27 million times.

You reach your room and plop down on your bed face down, completely ready to just fall asleep like that until your phone, which you had forgotten about, starts to ring loudly. You groan, begrudgingly getting up to answer it.

“hEllor?” You slur out, reaching for a bottle of water half drunken on your night stand, in hopes of quenching your thirst.

“Hey, y/n, wait are you drunk?” The unknown person says.

“No, this is Patrick,” You laugh, dying at your joke, slapping your knee for extra effect. You set the phone face up on your bed, pressing the speaker button.

“Well I guess that answers that, there’s no way sober you would such an awful joke.” The person on the other line giggles.

“Heyy, watch it mister whoever you are. I can and will kick your ass. You know I know karate?”

“Oh really?” Mystery man asks.

“Yep, my best friend Harry taught me once. Do you know Harry?”

“Yeah, I’d say I know him pretty well, he’s kind of a goof isn’t he?” The man questions.

You laugh out loud at that, responding in between laughter.

“Yeah he’s a goof, but that’s why i love him. He’s unapologetically himself no matter the situation. You know sometimes I think I relate to the Schuyler sisters more than I’d like to.” The man on the other line takes in a sharp breath, before moving around asking shakily,

“why is that?”

“Because sometimes I wish I had been satisfied and never introduced him to my little sister, oh well, at least i still have him in life. Maybe I’ll meet a rich man like Angelica and move across the sea only seeing them on major holidays and vacations! Yeahhh, that’d be ideal.” You sigh at the end, it quickly turning into a yawn, after hearing no noise coming for the other end you assume the man has gone to sleep, so you bid your goodbyes, hanging up the phone and going to sleep.

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The Next Morning~

You wake up in the morning with a sticky taped your head- it reads

“Hey girl, we all left as soon as Harry arrived, don’t worry we called ubers just in case. Had fun last night, also about that little secret, it’s safe with us little miss doctor, Love you and can’t wait to do this again!”

You laugh, throwing the sticky note on your bedside table, sitting up straight only to be hit with a ton of bricks to your mental. Memories from the night before come flooding back as well as the mention of Harry being in your house, recalled from the sticky note. Getting up, warily, you make your way to the shower and get ready for the day, you put on pajamas.

Hoping that you’d taken long enough in the bathroom for Harry to have left, you make your way downstairs, only to be met with a nervous smiling Harry eating pancakes and fruit at your table.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” He asked with a worried look.

You look back at him embarrassed, but answer

“oh, i’m okay, just a little tired, and my head’s hurting, but i already took some medicine.”

“Do you, um- do you remember anything from last night?” He looks down at his plate.

You know with your own plate sitting across from him at the table.

“Uh yeah, all of it actually, in fact, this is so funny really, just as I was about to go to sleep some guy, i think, called me, but i never read his contact name so i had no clue who it was, plus the alcohol kind of distorted their voice so i couldn’t tell, anyways, I had a whole conversation with him.” You laugh as you recall the memory, giggling a little at end at yourself for being so silly as a drunk.

“What did you guys talk about?” Harry asked, his eyes now glued to the sink faucet.

“Oh nothing much, talked about karate and just spilled my deepest darkest secrets to him. Are you okay?” You look at him worried.

“Um, yeah. Why do you ask?” Him still not looking at you.

“Because you haven’t made eye contact with me since I walked in, and even then, it was only for a moment. What’s going on?” He looks up you and then back down at the floor, as if pondering what to say next.

“I love you too. I always have, honestly if I’m being completely transparent, I think that’s why I started dating your sister, I mean you guys are just so similar but so different in your own ways, but I just couldn’t learn to love the differences in her. And I know that sounds bad, but I cant ignore what i’ve been yearning to hear from you from the moment we met and not tell you how i’m feeling.” He takes a breath at the end.

You stare at him, trying to comprehend his words, trying to understand where he could have gotten this from, and the only thing that comes to mind is-

“It was you… you were on the phone last night. Weren’t you?” He nods. You stand up, almost knocking your chair over before backing up into a corner.

“y/n we can go somewhere, just us, a date. It doesn’t have to be weird love promise. I already talked to your sister, she under-“

You interrupt him-

“Harry i can’t do that to my sister. If you love me like you say you do, you know that i can’t and will not. I was fine with being in love with you in secret. And you told her? Why would you do that, you were both so happy. Always smiling. I can’t, please. Leave.” He starts shaking his head getting up to approach you.

“Harry leave before I lose it. I can’t do this right now, or ever. Please.” He opens and closes his mouth, defeated he leaves.

You fall to the ground, cupping your face to hold back your sobs from being heard from outside your door, where you sure Harry is waiting for you to let him back in. But you can’t-

you won’t.

~fin~

thoughts on a part 2, i enjoyed writing the angst hehe

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