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kokofromwattpad · 1 year

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CUDDLES

Featuring: Dorm leaders

Plot: The way how different twst characters sleep with and without you and their sleeping habits.

Cw: fluff, spooning(Riddle and Vil), snoring (Leona and Azul), mentions of boobs (Kalim), drool (idia)

Note: You can obviously tell who my favorite is.

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS:

Before you:

He sleeps like a old man. Like, fingers crossed over his stomach, or he sleeps like a corpse. He is very silent when he is sleeping only letting out very soft breaths.

With you:

Riddle is either sleeping fetal position into your arms or being spooned. I feel like after having an extremely long day, all he wants to do is be held.

Without you:

He has zero clue what to do with his hands. So all he does is take one of his pillows and cuddles with that. Sometimes he gets mad just as he is about to fall asleep and just chucks the pillow across the room.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR:

Before you:

He snores like a dad. Like, you know you sometimes when your dad is busy snoring and then he chokes on his own saliva mid snore... yea... thats Leona. Also he sleeps like a hot mess. Half of his body is off the bed and the other is barely hanging on.

With you:

Living blanket. Like, he just lays his entire body weight on top of you like a blanket. At first it felt like attempted murder, but after a while you got used to it and now you can't fall asleep without weight on top of you.

Without you:

He twists his blankets into a long noodle so that it (kinda) feels like he's cuddling you. Also, his tail is swishing the same way an angry cat does the entire time he is sleeping.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO:

Before you:

Completely normal. Maybe a hand under the pillow(?) Snores. The tweels used to make fun of him for that when they were kids but got used to it eventually.

With you:

Koala mode: activated. His legs are twisted through your legs and arms attached to your torso like superglue. He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck and sometimes even leaves little kisses there.

Without you:

He refuses to sleep without you. Period. He got so used to sleep with you in his arms that it has become a condition for him to sleep. He will either stay in his office, busy with paperwork, studying for an upcoming test or reading a book you recommended him in his bed.

KALIM AL-ASIM:

Before you:

I headcannon that he sleeps fetal position. But like, on his stomach. His face is smashed into the pillow, which causes bedhead and he becomes scarily still (Jamil sometimes comes in and checks if he's still alive.)

With you:

He does not give a shit if you have tiddies or not, he is shoving his face into your chest like it's no-one's business. You have never slept so damn good until the day you started sleeping with Kalim in his fucking king sized bed made from swan feathers or something close to it.

Without you:

Tosses and turns, ruining the sheets and making it dirty. He usually gets up and starts pacing the room, trying to tire himself out, but failing miserably. Kind of just lays there.

VIL SCHOENHEIT:

Before you:

Looks like a fucking angel. His hair perfectly frames his head and he just looks so damn peaceful. I bet he listens to nature sounds whenever he can't sleep since him losing sleep is a big no-no.

With you:

He likes to spoon. He only big spoons, if not, then he's pushing you (affectionately♡) off the bed. He has gotten accustomed to your light snoring, kind of using it like a non-verbal lullaby.

Without you:

Can sleep, but not as nicely as when you do. Kind of turns a bit, but he does fall asleep normally. Gets a sad gut feeling whenever he wakes up without you next to him.

IDIA SHROUD:

Before you:

Probably never sleep willingly. He probably would just pass out from exhaustion ever once-in-awhile. But when he does sleep, he drools like a fucking dog. Like, entire pillow case damp from his drool. He has gained mild control over this, but is still considered a problem.

With you:

He wants to cuddle like how anime couples do. He specifically likes it when you sleep on his chest, your weight feeling the same as when a cat lays on him. He also gained a condition in order to fall asleep. He must stroke your hair gently while you mutter in your half-asleep state on how much you love and adore him.

Without you:

After he started dating you, he finally decided to get a better sleep schedule so he could spend more time with you, rather than being passed out, looking half dead. So he got a plain body pillow (He didn't get a cover as he thought it would be a betrayal of your trust) He cuddles the body pillow the same way he does to you.

MALLEUS DRACONIA:

Before you:

He slept the same way as Riddle, like a corpse. He is completely silent and does not move at all in his sleep.

With you:

He became absolutely addicted to cuddling once you introduced it to him. He would shove you into his chest, kind of like the two of you were hugging, but he has an absolute death grip on you.

Without you:

The skies have a green hue to them as lightning cracks. He is pissed at who or what made you not want or have the time to sleep with him. He would sneak out of his dorm and (break in) sneak into your dorm. He would then climb into bed with you and then instantly fall asleep.

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roosterforme · 4 months

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The Younger Kind Part 47 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You keep Bradley on his toes like it's your full time job. That's why it feels so good to be the one to wear you out for once. With the upcoming air show to plan for, Bradley wasn't expecting his day to be shaken up by some phone calls.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff, smut, oral, butt stuff, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4500 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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Somehow, Bradley was ready to go again. He was standing outside his own bedroom door, heavy cock held in his hand and a paper crown on his head. Maybe he should have felt ridiculous, but you made him feel alive. You and he were fucking to make a baby now, and that's why he was already hard. That's why he would keep getting hard all night.

Rustling noises from the other side of the door had him raring to go, but he stood as still as he could. Finally you asked, "Are you there?"

"I'm waiting patiently, Princess. I got my crown on." He was excited, and maybe he was feeling a little cocky over the fact that you asked him to wear it for you. He loved seeing you in the purple one, because it made him feel like he owned you when he fucked you in it. And he wanted to be owned by you, too.

When you opened the door, Bradley smiled. You looked so pretty, fresh faced from the shared shower the two of you had enjoyed together. Then you held up your phone and said, "I'm recording. Hi, Daddy."

He stroked himself, already looking forward to loading this depraved video onto the purple USB drive. "Hey, Baby," he rasped, eyes drifting down your body to find you were wearing his last name over your perfect breast. Then he froze. Your arm was hanging down at your side right next to the bulging pocket of his dress whites jacket which was stuffed full with the box holding your engagement ring. "Shit."

"You feel like making a movie?" you asked, biting your lip and running your hand up and down his jacket. Bradley released his cock and lunged for you, and you laughed as his arm encircled your body. "Wow, Daddy. Your stamina is impressive for someone who can't use a smartphone."

His heart was pounding as he slipped his hand inside the pocket and wrapped it around the little box. Carefully, while he rubbed himself against your clit to distract you, he opened it up and ran his index finger along the edge of the diamond and the smooth band. The hinge closed again, and he pulled his hand and the box slowly from the pocket. Chances were you hadn't seen it.

Bradley kissed your ear as he cupped your ass with his free hand. You were wearing your plug, and when his fingers connected with the soft silicone, he moaned your name. "You chose me over the boys your age because of my stamina, Princess."

Your head was tipped back, eyes closed as he teased along your pussy with his long middle finger, rubbing your slick opening with his fingertip. He had you distracted while he looked around for somewhere to put the ring. Skittles walked into the room as you started whining, and Bradley made eye contact with the dog before tossing the ring at her tiny bed. The box landed softly, and Skittles trotted over to it, sniffing before walking in a little circle. She plopped down with her front paws and head covering the box. Noah was right all along; the damn dog was his best friend.

"No," you moaned as Bradley slipped his finger deeper while he pushed on your plug. "I chose you, because I'm in love with you. The stamina and big dick are just a bonus."

When he confirmed that you hadn't been filming in the direction where he'd thrown the engagement ring, he turned the phone slightly in your hand to capture him nipping at your neck. "Right now, you get anything you want since you were a good girl in the kitchen and let me fuck you hard and rough."

He started to undo the jacket buttons so he could get his hands on the rest of you. "I want you to make me feel really full. And I don't think we should waste your cum in my ass, you know?" you panted as he stroked your furled nipple with his thumb.

"Jesus Christ, Princess," he growled. Less than seven months ago, you were his innocent looking babysitter that he was jonesing for, and now you were talking about his cock and cum in your ass. He kissed you softly. "I'll give you anything you want."

"I know you will." You handed him your phone and guided him onto the bed on his back, and then you settled on your belly in between his spread legs and took his length in both of your hands. You were quite a sight this way, wearing his jacket, and he zoomed in with your phone and watched you place an open mouth kiss on his cock.

"You look pretty like that," he whispered, and his cock jumped as you grinned.

"Are you going to watch this when you're deployed again?"

Bradley thought about the polaroids you sent him with last time. Maybe this would be a little more secure. He could already imagine watching this when he was lonely for home and missing you badly. You kitten licked at his precum as you made eye contact with him through the phone screen, and he nodded. "Yeah. I'll add it to the special gallery of all the dirty Princess shit on my phone. Watch it when I'm craving you."

You moaned softly and buried your face in his balls, nuzzling him as he spread his legs a little wider. You wanted to get fucked. He knew that. And he wanted to fuck you again, too. So he was going to have to lay here and get through another exemplary blowjob without cumming on your face or in your mouth. But with Skittles protecting your ring from you, he smirked and tucked his free arm behind his head and just enjoyed it.

"Show me what you got, Baby," he encouraged as you ran your tongue back and forth across his balls, and then you started to suck gently. "Good girl." He let you go for a while, enjoying the feel of your lips and tongue and the soft suction. "How about you suck my cock wearing my jacket and name tag."

You got up onto your knees and flashed the BRADSHAW name tag and your tits for him. "That's my Daddy's name," you said with a bright smile, before leaning down and taking his cock deep with one smooth motion that left his hips bucking up while he gasped.

"Shit!" You looked up at him and hummed with your mouth full, eyes bright and proud of yourself. You bobbed up and down, fast and jerky, and Bradley succumbed to the various noises he wanted to make. You grabbed at his base and licked at him frantically as you rubbed yourself on the bedding, and he just knew you were going to love rewatching this fucking video as much as him.

But now he was getting a little too close for comfort, and you were the one who said not to waste it. "You taking me for a ride?" he managed to ask as you sucked on his tip and massaged your saliva all over his balls.

When you popped him free you whined, "I want to," before crawling up his body and kissing him. "Make me feel full?" you asked, and Bradley set the phone down to take your face gently between his hands and stroke your soft skin.

"Always," he whispered, pressing his lips to yours over and over. "I love you."

You moaned into his mouth and told him how much you loved him back between kisses that he didn't want to end. But soon enough you were pulling away and turning your back to him. He snatched up your phone again and recorded the way you eased the white jacket off your shoulders and also bunched it up so he could see your purple plug. You turned back to look at him as you gently took his cock in your hand and sank down around him.

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You loved the way it felt, but it was almost always on the verge of just being too much. The plug and Bradley at the same time filled you so much, it made you ache with pleasure. Every small movement had you whining his name. You knew he was still filming everything, but you didn't even have to act like you were about to get off, because it really was hopeless when he made you feel this good.

"Keep going, Baby," he encouraged as you rocked back and forth on his cock, clenching in need. Then you felt his fingers on your hip and butt before he found the base of your plug and gave you a little more pressure.

"It's too much!" you moaned as you rocked. "It's so good!" You turned around to watch him panting as he held your phone and pressed on your plug again. "You'll make me come," you gasped, and he just nodded in response. You held onto the fabric of his coat and rode him slowly, letting your pleasure build and build. The soft gripping you could feel turned to a clench that left your nipples hard. You took a few deep breaths, trying your best to talk, but you couldn't.

You came with him buried deep, so full you could only make a noise that had Skittles looking up at you from her bed as she cocked her head to the side. You were keening for Bradley, riding out your pleasure as he rubbed gentle circles on your hip and encouraged you.

Once you started to slow, teeth chattering as you realized he was still hard, you looked at him and asked, "You didn't come yet?"

He shook his head dangerously slowly and handed you the phone again. The video had been recording for twenty seven minutes, and you gasped as he sat up with his cock still inside you. "I did not, Princess. What did I tell you earlier about my stamina?"

"Oh god," you gasped as one of his hands snaked around your body and inside the jacket to squeeze your breast.

"Now," he whispered next to your ear, "get on all fours and I'll show you exactly what I mean."

You did as you were told, and Bradley pushed the jacket up higher on your back as he fucked you every bit as hard as he had in the kitchen earlier. Your face was buried in the bedding, and you weren't sure if you were even holding the phone correctly to catch it on video, but he was working you over good. And you took it with a smile on your face as Bradley lifted you away from the blanket with his hand wrapped gently around the front of your neck.

"Be as loud as you want," he grunted. "Let the neighbors hear for all I care. I wanna hear it."

"Daddy!" you screeched for him as he filled you up with cum. "Daddy," you gasped, voice hoarse now as he let go of you. Slowly you eased your chest all the way down, but he plucked the phone out of your hand again.

You heard him softly say, "Look at that. What a pretty mess," as he stroked your pussy and rear end which were still in the air for him. "What a gorgeous pussy."

"Bradley," you croaked, and he patted his wet cum against you before your phone ended up on the bed next to your face. You started giggling as he peeled his jacket off of you and collected you into his arms. "That was really fun."

You licked his sticky cum from his fingers as he looked at you in reverence. "That video is fucking filthy, and I love you with everything inside me." You giggled harder as he smiled and added, "I can't wait to watch it with you."

He helped you remove your plug and get cleaned up, and you were snuggled in under the blankets, eyelids getting heavy as Bradley slipped out of the bed. "Where are you going?"

"Give Skittles a little treat for being so good," he said, leaning down to kiss your forehead. You watched him walk across the room naked, his body tan and toned, his penis still impressive looking even when it was soft.

"That dog is so spoiled," you mumbled as you rolled over and started to doze.

"Yeah, well she's my best friend."

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Bradley woke up later than normal based on the amount of light peeking in through the windows. He needed to pick Noah up from Penny's before noon which would require driving past your old place which he didn't even like to acknowledge any longer. He watched the way you had your hand resting on his abs as you slept on him, your tits pressed against his side.

As soon as he started to shift around in bed, he heard Skittles jump up and start to shake her collar. She was the best wing-pup, helping him keep the ring hidden from you last night. He gave her a piece of a leftover meatball late after you fell asleep, and he promised her something special for breakfast, too. And now the ring box was on the top shelf in the closet where you couldn't reach it with his old gym bag in front of it.

"Daddy," you whined softly when he tried to get up. You wrapped your arm tighter around him. "I'm still tired."

Bradley smirked. "You're a little worn out? From last night, Baby?"

"Yes," you moaned against his chest. "Is that what you want to hear, Bradley? You have excellent stamina, and I'm worn out."

He rolled you gently onto your back and braced himself above you. "Yeah. That's what I wanted to hear." He bent his elbows in a push up position and kissed your forehead, but your hand snaked down between his body and yours and stroked his soft cock. "Not too tired after all?"

"No, I am," you told him as you closed your eyes again, but you were smiling as you kept going. "But I can tell you're not."

Bradley grunted and let you keep going for a minute more before he said, "Then why don't you just lay there and let me do all the work?" He took your smaller hands in his, and you opened your eyes as he pressed your palms to the sides of your breasts.

"Titty fuck?" you asked quietly, almost shyly. Sometimes it was easy to forget how young you were by how well you rocked his whole world and took care of everything, but he nodded and you bit your lip.

He made sure his voice was gentle even as he positioned himself. "You've never done it before?"

"No," you confirmed, tilting your head forward to kiss his tip. "But I want to. As long as you do all the work," you told him with a laugh.

"Mmm," he hummed. "My Princess can just lay there and look pretty." He guided your hands so his cock was nestled nice and tight between your breasts, and he started to move. "Damn."

"Does it feel good?" you asked, your voice lazy as your eyes stayed half lidded.

"Yeah," he groaned. "Looks hot, too." You giggled softly which only turned him on more, and he pressed his cock down against your sternum with his thumb and fucked your tits a little faster. You kept changing the pressure with your hands, and he could feel his balls starting to tighten as they were treated to the softness of your skin.

You looked pleased with yourself when after a few more minutes, he was staring down at your face and panting. He was thinking about painting your lips with his cum to make it look like your signature lip gloss. When you spoke, he changed course immediately. "Don't waste it, Daddy. Come in my pussy."

"Shit," he grunted, knowing your words were going to throw him over the edge. He moved quickly, bracing one hand next to your shoulder, easing his body lower on yours, and thrusting himself deep in one go. You squealed and squeezed your tits as he fucked your wet pussy with two more strokes, and then he was coming right where you wanted.

You propped yourself up on your elbows. "Good job."

Slowly, he withdrew himself, and watched his cum seep out of your hole. "I'm sure you're really proud of yourself," he whispered, gently easing your legs together and covering you up again.

"I am," you whispered, rolling onto your side, full of the mess he made. He kissed your bare shoulder and the top of your back as you sighed.

"I'm going to feed Skittles, and then I'll go pick up Noah from Penny's. You just relax."

He only got a nod in response, and soon you were sleeping again. With Skittles on his heels the whole time, Bradley got dressed and made his way to the kitchen. "Okay, relax," he told the pup, scooping her up into his big hand so she didn't have to walk across the patio stones to get to the grass when he opened the back door. She licked his face before he set her down, and then she followed him back inside, plopping down near the refrigerator as he turned on the coffee maker. "Spoiled," he mumbled, cutting up another meatball while his coffee brewed, and he dumped it into her bowl.

He was hungry, but he wasn't going to wake you up again. Not after the night you let him have. He grunted as he poured his creamer into his Aviation is for the Birds mug and got a bowl down for some cereal. The air show was coming up on Saturday, and he was going to need to get himself ready for that. Before he forgot, he ordered a pair of headphones to protect Noah's ears along with some earplugs for you.

"She thinks I can't use a smartphone," he mumbled to Skittles as she finished her breakfast. Bradley poured a second bowl of cereal and set a few calendar reminders with a smile, and then he finished his food and cleaned up the kitchen. When he peeked in the bedroom, only your head was visible above the bundled up blankets. He grabbed his wallet and keys and made his way out to get Noah.

When Bradley drove past your little rental house, he saw that your idiot landlord must have had a new tenant now. It was strange to see a different car there. It felt like years since he'd been inside with you and Noah, eating spaghetti and falling in love. When he pulled up to Penny's, he parked and headed to the front door. Loud music was playing, and after he knocked, he tried the knob and opened the door a bit.

Penny, Amelia and Noah were having a dance party in the front room, so he let himself inside. When Noah saw him, he burst into tears. "I don't want to go home!"

Bradley couldn't help but laugh as Penny turned the music down. "This is the first time he's cried," she promised, scooping him up. "Are you just upset because we were having so much fun?" Noah nodded, and she added, "You can come back another day, I promise."

Amelia gave Noah a kiss on the cheek, and then she walked past Bradley and gave him a high five. "If you need me to babysit, let me know. I'm trying to save money before college starts in a year."

"Actually, I could use your help on Friday," he told her, and she paused on her way into the kitchen.

"What time?"

"Five?"

"Sure," she replied, taking out her phone.

"And one more thing," Bradley told her as he took Noah from Penny's arms. "I'm going to need you to go to a local college, because I don't have the energy to look for a third new babysitter."

She kind of smirked, and Bradley was reminded of the way you had tried to hide your lipstick marks on his white pants from her. Then Noah wrapped his arms around his neck and whined. "I want to stay here."

Bradley kissed his son's forehead and said, "But Mommy's at home, and she wants to see you."

"Okay," he mumbled. Honestly, he just looked tired. He'd had a long day at the beach followed by a fun sleepover. "Thanks, Penny."

"Anytime," she replied, stroking Noah's curls and waving as they walked out to the Bronco.

"Should we stop and get some coffee for Mommy on the way home?" Bradley asked as he pulled away.

"Yeah," he replied. "She likes it."

"She does," Bradley agreed. "And we like to make her happy." He grinned and had to adjust himself in his jeans as he thought about you all worn out and smiley in bed. Maybe you'd be in the mood for it nice and slow later. How he was possibly still ready for another round was shocking to him.

At the coffee shop, the baristas all made a fuss over Noah, and Bradley let him put some cash in the tip cup. Then he borrowed a sharpie and wrote Princess on your cup and took it home to you. He and Noah found you in the kitchen making sandwiches for lunch, and you immediately stopped what you were doing to pick Noah up.

"Did you have fun?" you asked, kissing him all over his face.

"We danced," he told you as Bradley set your coffee down. "And I learned a song called Shake Your Groove Thing."

"A classic," you replied with a laugh. "I'll add it to our playlist. I made you lunch." You deposited Noah in his seat, and Bradley watched you set the sandwich that had been cut up into smaller pieces in front of him. Once he started eating, Bradley backed you up against the counter.

"I don't know what the hell you did to me," he whispered, kissing your ear. "But I'm really looking forward to Noah's bedtime tonight."

You picked up your coffee and took a sip, pressing yourself against the fly of his jeans. "This is really good today. Did you flirt with a barista?" you asked, ignoring his words as your fingers stroked his zipper.

He grunted. "I told them my Princess only gets treated to the finest things," he whispered as he pressed himself to your palm before walking away to let Skittles outside again. He smiled as you laughed. "Oh, and I got Amelia secured for Friday night, so you and I can go on the hospital tour before the air show on Saturday."

You were all smiles as you said, "I should order some noise canceling headphones for Noah."

Bradley smirked. "I already did."

"Wow, Daddy! Did you use your phone all by yourself?"

"I knew you were going to say that."

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Bradley slept like a log after he checked to make sure the engagement ring was still secure and then fucked you for a full hour. You were already tired. He knew you were, but he couldn't help himself. It was mostly just you and him having a sweet conversation while he was inside you. He held you in his arms and kissed you. The gentle roll of your hips kept him close to the edge for a long time, but he was able to hold himself off while you enjoyed two orgasms.

When he woke up for work on Monday, he got Noah ready and started getting cereal and fruit out for breakfast while you showered and dressed in your scrubs. "I need a day off," you mused when you walked into the kitchen.

"From work?" Bradley asked, frowning at you as he started up the coffee maker.

"No," you said, kissing the top of Noah's head. "From you. Don't even ask later tonight."

Bradley was still smiling when he got to work after dropping Noah off. He sent you a dirty text that you'd probably see on your lunch break when he walked into the hangar. That's where he saw Nat with her hands on her hips talking to Javy, and Bradley could tell she was trying not to smile at him. They needed to make things official or stop fucking around once and for all.

"Morning, Rooster," she called out without even looking at him.

"Did the two of you spend the whole weekend together?" he asked, earning two middle fingers from Nat and a very bashful look from Javy. He would take that as a yes.

As soon as Maverick called him to his Super Hornet, Bradley's phone started ringing. First Bank of San Diego. He ignored the call. It was probably spam since he didn't even have an account with them. As soon as he put the phone back in his pocket, it started ringing again.

"What the fuck?" he muttered, ignoring the call a second time as he got his helmet on and made his way across the tarmac. He didn't have time to think about it at the moment as now both Maverick and Cyclone were watching him. He'd finally got himself back in Admiral Simpson's good graces, and he didn't want to fuck that up again.

He climbed the ladder up to his jet and silenced his phone to keep out the distractions. He flew with Nat who was extra aggressive, probably because he'd called her out about Javy which just made him laugh. When he checked his phone in the afternoon, he had nine missed calls, two of which were from Tracy's office. He called her back immediately, and when her receptionist answered, he put Bradley's call right through as an uneasy feeling settled in his stomach.

"Do you have a few minutes to talk?" she asked, and Bradley glanced around to find what seemed like every damn admiral on base out on the tarmac today.

"Not really, Tracy. What's going on?"

She sighed. "Can you stop by on your way home from work?" The way she answered his question with another question had him panicking.

"Is this about Meredith?"

"Yes."

"Fuck! Yes, I can stop by on my way home."

Bradley's heart was pounding as he sent you a text essentially begging you to pick Noah up even though he promised you earlier that he could do it. He knew seeing Casey still grated on your nerves. And maybe he should have told you where he was going and who it was regarding, but he couldn't bring himself to make you worry about Meredith and Tracy right now. He was already doing enough of that for both of you.

Of course, Daddy. I'll pick him up. I love you.

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Sorry this chapter was so horny. I probably won't change my ways for the next one. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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mykoreanlove · 2 months

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my only one

Your engagement party was a full blast - the pittoreske venue was filled with the people you loved most. Everybody was dancing, drinking and celebrating your upcoming wedding.

You had been shaking firm hands and giving out heartfelt hugs all night long, so you snuck out onto the balcony to take a break.

The balcony was covered in golden fairy lights, slightly illuminating the breathtaking view in front of you.

You didn��t turn around as you noticed the door open, you had a gut feeling who it would be.

Strong arms hugged you from behind and a raspy voice whispered in your ear - your home had found you.

„Hey“, he whispered, „you okay?“

You nodded silently and grabbed his arm, squeezing lightly.

„Am now“, you smiled.

Namjoon chuckled and hid his face in the crook of your neck, resting silently for a moment or two.

„You know… you can still say no.“, he stated nervously.

You laughed out loud, filling his ear with the vibration of your amusement.

„Now why would I do that?“

Namjoon hugged you even tighter, merging into one once more.

„So you really mean it, huh?“

„Joon, you’re stuck with me. Forever.“

„Forever? Really?“

„Yes, you dumbass, forever. Were you really doubting?“

He let out a deep sigh, as if he was finally releasing the anxiety he carried in his heart.

„It’s just that sometimes I feel like this is too good to be true. You’re too good to be true, y/n.“

You pushed his head back gently and turned around, looking up into his saddened eyes.

„Listen up, big boy. I love you and you love me. It’s supposed to feel this good.“

You saw his cheeks redden, as he averted his gaze embarrassed. You reached for his big hands and squeezed them as tightly as you could.

„I’m not running away, Joon. I know you are the one for me.“

He turned to face you and smiled warmly.

„The one?“

Namjoon was a confident man, taking extreme pride in his talents and intellect but the slightest doubt could turn him into an anxious mess. Especially if the doubt was about you.

You nodded cheerfully, while making your point.

„When did you realize?“

„Pretty early on“, you said and turned around again, observing the beautiful landscape in front of you.

„Hey, wait. Tell me when! Please, y/n“, he whined into your ear as his arms found your waist again.

You let your head fall back against his broad chest and smiled, remembering those days fondly.

„Do you remember when we first met? How we used to be?“

He nodded.

„We were inseparable back then, always hanging out with each other or calling or texting. It felt like we were obsessed with getting to know each other“, you mused happily.

„That didn’t change“, he said as he left soft kisses on your neck.

„One time when we were on the phone we had a conversation that sealed the deal for me. From then on I just knew that I would marry you some day.“

„What did I say, baby?“

„Oh god, I can actually quote it. How lame am I?“, you laughed embarrassed.

„The lamest. But I love you for that“, he chuckled against your skin. „Now tell me.“

„You said you were proud of me. It was super random and I didn’t understand why. I had to ask for clarification.“, you reminisced.

„Wait, I remember that call.“

You stayed silent for a second, replaying the situation in your mind.

„I am proud of you because you’re doing so great, y/n. Eating your veggies. Drinking your water. Taking your vitamins. Going for walks. Taking care of your mind. Staying positive. That deserves all my proud, y/n.“, you quoted him.

Namjoon stood quietly behind you, already knowing where this was going.

„I didn’t tell you at the time but I was facing a lot of shit. A lot of heavy stuff that made my life a living hell. And I was not doing fine. At all. Taking care of myself, even the simplest things, were a heavy burden to me. But I was trying my best and yet somehow you caught that.“

You turned around once more and looked into his loving eyes, stroking his cheek as you exclaimed your love for him.

„You didn’t need me to articulate my pain. You just knew. It’s like you saw right through me and decided to stay anyway. To give me my time to come to you instead of pressuring me into telling you.“

Namjoon‘s eyes were filled with tears as he listened closely, this was the first time you ever spoke about it that candidly.

„You sensed the war within me and provided me with peace. To me, Joonie, there’s no greater act of love. And I promise to return that love every single day. If you let me.“

Namjoon wiped away the tears hastily, but you stopped him.

You reached up to him and kissed him, tasting his salty tears on his sweet lips. In this moment you were sure that this wouldn’t be the last time for salty kisses but you didn’t mind. As long as you got him by your side, you were good.

Your Joon. Your home. Your only one.

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Finding solace in you – Carlisle Cullen (smut)

Thank you to the anon who pushed this drabble idea my way! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Reader and Carlisle spend a bit of time at the beach, while a thunderstorm hits.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, outdoor,

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x fem!reader (1k words)

The wind blew through her hair, leaving the strands to dance in the air as her eyes kept watching the waves roll ashore. She wore one of his jackets, cuddled into the expensive fabric to keep herself warm.

“It’s beautiful in this weather, we should do this more often.” (Y/n) murmured her words at Carlisle, who stood behind her, arms wrapped around his girlfriend. Her head rested against his broad chest, finding solace in his closeness after another tiring day.

“We will, I promise, love.” Carlisle pressed his cold lips against her neck, enjoying the way she trembled against him as goosebumps began to form on her skin. Slowly, (y/n) turned in his grasp, slightly flinching as thunder loudly roared through the afternoon.

Black clouds were covering the sky, leaving them completely alone out here as others found shelter in their homes, hidden from the storm that was about to hit. (Y/n) pulled Carlisle down for a kiss, groaning against his lips while deepening the kiss with her tongue meeting his. He didn’t loosen his grip, and kept holding her to him as if they were back at home, hidden from the rain that was now falling from the dark sky.

“Love,” it was a warning, growled against her lips to push her away, to tell her that he wouldn’t hold back if she kept teasing him. But (y/n) kissed him again, not daring to stop touching her boyfriend when they got a few moments alone, away from nosy eyes and ears – just the two of them reunited beneath a dark sky as if the smoky clouds from the attack on Troy were hanging over their heads, ancient lovers enduring all these gruesome moments.

“What will it take for you to fuck me out here?” Before she even spoke the last words, Carlisle had sped them across the beach to press her against a tree. He was towering over her, enjoying the way she was heavily breathing, panting from the anticipation flushing through her.

“As if you’d have to convince me to touch you.” He clicked his tongue as (y/n) got to work on his belt, knowing that they wouldn’t drag this out, a quick fuck to get that poisonous longing out of their systems. Carlisle’s cold lips teased her neck, leaving (y/n) shuddering as the rain began to pour even heavier. They were protected from the strong rainfall by the tree he had pressed her against, and yet some drops managed to soak their clothes, leaving (y/n) torn between the different sensations.

She was flipped around in his grasp, hands holding onto the tree as he pulled her jeans down to her knees, groaning at the sight of her panties. Carlisle’s cold fingers pulled the soaked fabric aside to brush his fingers through her slit, preparing her for the upcoming moments.

“Fuck me, please, I don’t want to wait any longer.” (Y/n) almost sobbed her words, she let her head hang as he aligned himself with her heat, about to fuck her from behind. Both groaned in unison as Carlisle pushed into her, letting his head roll back to try and compose himself. Even though both were desperate for a release, they wanted to hold onto one another for as long as possible, enjoying every moment when they were alone together.

“You feel so good, love, my perfect girl.” He always found the time to praise (y/n), to prove his love to her even when he fucked her ruthlessly. (Y/n) could only sob at his words, letting her walls clench around him to try and tell him how much she needed him, hoping that he’d leave marks for her to admire later on.

The pouring rain left its stain on both their clothes, letting the fabrics stick to their bodies as Carlisle fucked her with ferocious thrusts, forcing his cock deeper with every movement. Their bodies were forced together, clinging to their significant other as their surroundings began to close in on them. She felt every inch of him, forcing her walls apart as if he still had to shape her, forcing her to accept him, moulding them together to form a perfect symphony.

Her palms rubbed against the tree bark as she tried to hold on, ripping open her skin to let a few drops of blood pour from the cuts – heightening Carlisle’s senses. His pace began to falter for a second, distracted by the smell of her blood, the sweetest smell Carlisle still wasn’t used to. He hadn’t been bothered by the smell for centuries, accepting the small distraction calling his name like a whisper in the night, he had always been able to drown it out – until (y/n) had crossed paths with him. The first time he had smelled her blood, Carlisle had been close to losing control, and now it was like a drug to him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

“Touch yourself, love, make yourself cum.” The murmured words left (y/n) trembling, forced to find her pulsing bundle to give her the needed push. His name clawed through her as she came on his cock, with her eyes squeezed shut and her fingernails breaking through the bark. Her cries echoed through the forest, ringing in Carlisle’s ears as he fucked himself towards his high, letting go of a gritty moan while cumming deep inside of her.

“Fuck, that was good.” (Y/n)’s breathless laughter drew one out of Carlisle, guiding them as he pulled out of her. She was tugged in for a kiss, pressed against the tree she had clung to only moments ago, silently hoping that he’d eventually fuck her against this tree again.

“Remind me to take you out of the house more often, love.”

#Carlisle Cullen smut #Carlisle Cullen imagine #Carlisle Cullen x reader #twilight

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Eddie Munson Blurb.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Warnings: just a few swears

Based on the line “This is not what I meant when I told you to fall for me”

Author’s Note: this is a reupload, I wrote this a while ago!

Reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated<3

You ran through the woods as fast as you could trying so hard not to get caught. You and Eddie were skipping 4th period and failed to hear the teacher walking down the hall, when you saw her you ran.

You and Eddie always seemed to get in trouble together, ever since you met you can't even count how many times you found yourself in the principals office.

Today you didn't want to get caught, your parents had been on your case about Eddie being a "bad influence" on you but you knew it wasn't true.

You and Eddie had been close since middle school, you did everything together. He was really the only person you could trust with your life.

Finally when you got far enough into the woods you stopped making sure you were in the clear.

"Man who knew English teachers could run so fast?" Eddie asked as he caught his breath

"Right" you agreed "you think he knew it was us?"

"Probably, I mean who else has this beautiful haircut" he said flipping his hair dramatically

"We're totally screwed" you laughed

"Yeah, but at least we can spend the afternoon together" Eddie said in a giddy voice

"Great" you faked annoyance

"C'mon there's a picnic table in here somewhere" he takes the lead but catch up quickly

The two of you walk in silence while in search of this picnic table, you two had such a strong bond that silence was never awkward. The only thing that could be heard was the leaves crunching under your shoes.

You walked in silence for a few more minutes before Eddie spoke up.

"So... did you think about what I told you?" He asked, a small amount of nervousness in his voice

"I have, honestly I don't know what to think, Eddie"

A week ago you two were hanging out at his house listening to music and just talking as usual. You were ranting about some upcoming assignment that you had to do and all the reasons you shouldn't do it.

Eddie was tentatively listening to you talk when he blurted it out

"You and I should fall in love" he immediately regretted saying it but it was too late

"What?" You didn't know whether or not he was joking

He wanted to play it off as a joke but he knew he had been holding this in for way too long.

"I mean, you and I are obviously perfect for each other. I honestly don't know how we're not together already" he nervously rubbed the back of his neck

This led to a long weird conversation about things you've never talked about, your real feelings for each other.

You always did have a special love for Eddie, he always knew what was wrong without you saying a word.

You told him that you need time to think about this, there were so many factors to this.

You hadn't discussed again till today.

"I honestly don't know why you're so scared, you know you love me" he teased

"Shut up" you playfully pushed him

"No" he pushed you back

You continued this back and forth, you two were always play fighting with each other. This time things got a little too rough.

He had got a way from you for a second and when you went to catch up, you tripped and fell over a fallen tree branch

"Shit" you said when you hit the ground

"Oh shit, Y/N are you okay?" Eddie asks as he ran over to help you up

"Yeah I'm fine, help me up please"

"This is not what I meant when I told you to fall for me" Eddie laughed as he pulled you up

"You're the worst" you joked

"You still love me though" he smirked putting his arm around you as you walked deeper into the woods.

One day you'll be able to tell him that you want to be together, but today is not that day.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things #eddie munson fluff #fluff #joseph quinn

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corazondebeskar-reads · 6 months

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you know you never stood a chance - chapter seven

you know you never stood a chance series

seven: lest we bleed ourselves

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Joel Miller x f!reader

Words: 3.6k

Summary: Things don't go well on your journey, but you make your way to Jackson.

Warnings: dub-con due to power imbalance, free use, sex as payment, vaginal sex, cum eating, oral (m & f receiving), anal fingering, Joel is mean/bad with feelings, this is not canon compliant, but minor canon character deaths are mentioned, no use of y/n, canon-typical violence and danger, graphic description of injury, graphic description of corpses (in a dream), dreams of major character death

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dividers by @saradika-graphics

a/n: hello my lovely friends. here we are at the penultimate chapter. next week is the final, with the epilogue a week later. there will be some "deleted scenes" one-shots, but I can't promise you a date on those. thank you so much to everyone who has stuck out this journey, i love you.

He doesn’t teach you to shoot. There isn’t the time. Not after what waits for him at Bill’s house.

It’s not safe to stay, not with the property unsecured as it’s been.

Instead, while Ellie showers, he fucks you. There’s no guarantee of shelter in the upcoming days, so he has you kneel on a plush armchair while he takes what he needs.

You arch your back and dig your fingers into the back of the chair while he opens you up, sucking and licking at your clit while he pries you apart with three fingers at once.

There isn’t the time for more. As soon as you’ve cum, he thrusts in smoothly, pushing relentlessly until he’s seated as deep within you as he can reach.

Now you’re really digging into the chair, face smooshed against it, while he fucks into you from behind. He spits on your asshole, pushing his thumb in behind it and fucking it into you, opposing the beats of his cock in your cunt.

You cum two more times as he works you over. It’s silent, both of you choking back gasps and whimpers and desperate words.

He pulls out abruptly and yanks on your arm until you twist around and get the message, falling to your knees before he fills your waiting mouth. You swallow him down eagerly.

He cups your cheek. “Good girl. Now go get ready; it’s your turn next,” he jerks his thumb toward the bathroom, where the shower is just being turned off.

And after that, there isn’t the time for anything. You can’t catch a moment safe enough to breathe, let alone learn to use a gun or fuck.

No, there wasn’t the time, but there were a thousand times you could have helped if there had been. Infected, hunters, the whole nightmare in Pittsburgh. You’re still not really sure how the three of you made it out.

You buried Sam and Henry, but their loss hangs on Ellie like she’s carrying their headstones in her backpack. There’s nothing you could do to protect her, not from the violence, not from the grief.

You can tell it’s all wearing Joel down, too. He’s less and less brusque, watching her from the peripherals. More and more, his anxious hands twitch, like he has to shake the blood off before he lays a finger on either of you.

Now that Ellie knows, though, it’s like he can't help himself. There’s a quiet desperation to the new, tiny ways he reassures himself that you’re both alive. The way his arm shoots out to steady her even if the path is safe, or the pat pat to her shoulder when it’s time to move forward.

His hands brush your shoulders when he passes by, fit to the small of your back to steer you, and his lips find your head so lightly that you often think you imagined it. The only thing that doesn’t change, the one thing you still wish would, is that you still sleep several feet apart.

It all rubs off on Ellie, too, and she sticks to your side more often than not and lets you wrap an arm around her shoulder sometimes—if it’s playful. Anything too close to affectionate, and she spooks. She’s still a little skittish with Joel, but they help each other easily, and the way she looks at him—like he has all the answers in the world—tells you more than anything else.

To be fair, you feel that way sometimes, too. He’s steadfast and sure, and the way he keeps his head in an emergency and protects both of you with every fiber of his core buys him both of your fierce loyalties.

After everything, it’s hard to believe you made it to Jackson even when you’re within its walls. Half dead, half defeated. And it’s so weird.

They clean you, clothe you, feed you, and all the while, you keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. You can see it on Ellie’s face, too.

Neither of you expected it to come from Joel.

“I told you a thousand times, I can’t protect you out here,” he says, trying to keep his voice low even though he’s the one who chose to have this conversation just outside the mess hall.

“You have so far!” Your face is aflame, but you’re too consumed by it to be embarrassed, too busy burning with rage. Your vision is dark around the edges; the tunnel focused right on the way he raised his hands to placate you.

“Ain’t anywhere safer than here.”

“You said I’m always safer with you.”

You see him drop the act—or maybe put one on—before he speaks again; his eyes go hard, and he bares his teeth.

“Will you shut up?” he snarls. “Y’ain’t comin’ with me. That’s final.”

You snort, lip twitching into a sneer. Too many things to say snap across your brain, each crueler than the last, but you can’t get your hook in one. The tell-tale dryness in your throat makes you angrier.

Shaking your head, you look anywhere but him. Anywhere but his stupid, beautiful face. “Fuck you, Miller.”

You turn on your heel and leave, heavy steps maybe a little too much like stomping away for your pride. You get just down the street when his fingers wrap around your arm and yank.

His momentum pulls you hard against his chest, and he turns you with two tight hands on your shoulders. The heat of his mouth against yours is overwhelming, brain still scrambling to catch up, and he tangles a hand in your hair, biting at your lip.

When your senses come careening back, you shove him away. “Don’t you fuckin’ touch me. I don’t owe you anything for leaving me behind. I’ll never owe you anything again.”

He doesn’t come after you this time.

In the morning, after Joel shows his sheepish face, Ellie asks where you are.

“She ain’t comin’,” Joel says, but he won’t look her in the eye.

“You try to ditch her too?”

“She only ever wanted to be someplace safe. Now she is. Let’s go.”

Before they take off, he looks back at Tommy. His brother is shaking his head but throws his hands up as if to say, “sure, I’ll clean up your mess.”

“No, thank you,” you tell Tommy Miller for the third Friday in a row when he invites you to come to the Tipsy Bison and meet people. It’s not that he doesn’t bother you on other days; it’s that he’s full of a weekly rotating calendar of suggestions.

You decline all of them. He doesn’t seem to realize you have met people, and you’re just not interested in making friends. Not yet. He’s been here too long, you think, to remember life in the QZ. He thinks you’ll latch on to the sense of community.

“Just because we lived in the same building before doesn’t mean we need to be best friends,” you tell him, narrowed eyes burning the warning into him.

But he doesn’t get it. “Oh, nah, I forgot about that, actually. I just, since you—well, Joel—”

“Thanks, but no thanks,” you tell him, not unkindly, with a pat on his shoulder.

“He’s just worried,” Maria says when you complain a little after weeks turn into months. “It’s the only mode he has right now. He about cried when I told him I was switchin’ partners today. But if he doesn’t want me going up to the lodge, then he’s gotta go with someone else.”

It’s a patrol for her and a lesson for you. Nothing too far from town, but she’s brought you out here to hunt since Joel never did get around to teaching you. You’re getting better. You haven’t caught anything, but you came close earlier. When you had startled the deer with the near-miss, she had taken it out while it ran off.

Ok, so maybe you aren’t getting a lot better. You can’t hit a still target, let alone a moving one. But you’ve stopped shaking when you raise the gun, so.

The carcass is draped over a saddle. You’re both walking since Maria can’t ride, but you’ve got two mares along in case there’s an emergency. Luckily, you make it back before she gasps in pain.

You grab her arm immediately, worried she’ll fall. “What’s wrong?”

One of the teens working the stables takes the horses' reins from you, already having passed the deer off to someone else.

“It’s probably nothing,” she says and grits her teeth.

“I’m going to send someone for Tommy,” you say.

“No! No, don’t freak him out. Will you help me to Alice?”

“Of course,” you say.

Alice’s house is close, given that it also functions as a clinic. She was a nurse once, retired before the world ended, but still hanging on.

“Could be Braxton-Hicks. False labor,” she tells Maria. “Hard to know for sure. You need to slow down. I don’t want to put you on bed rest, but I will.”

“You can try,” Maria mutters.

You’re hovering awkwardly in the next room, but with only an archway between them, it’s not like you can’t hear every word.

Maria comes out, Alice on her heels, reminding her about kick counting and proper hydration. You rock back and forth on your heels, dirty boots adding to the scuffs on the foyer floor.

“You make sure she goes straight home,” Alice tells you.

“Yes, ma’am,” you say, even though you know Maria will only go where she wants to.

To your surprise, though, she starts heading that way anyway. The contractions are still happening, but there’s no discernable pattern, and they don’t seem to be worsening. But it was enough to worry her, though she swore you to secrecy.

You don’t betray her, even when Tommy ends up stuck with you the next day. He’s taken over the foolhardy mission to teach you how to shoot.

No, the only person you betray that day is yourself.

Tommy is infuriatingly kind. There’s none of Joel’s coldness in him, even if they do share the same crooked grin. And Tommy’s eyes, the same shade and shape as Joel’s, are always warm.

He helps you readjust your grip on the pistol and, through a system of trial and error, figures out the whole reason you can’t hit the target.

“Shit, you’re left handed!” he says, like he’s solved world hunger. “Everyone’s been trying to get you to shoot with your right, huh?”

You hadn’t even thought about it, since you used two hands to shoot. You had just taken the positions they told you to, leading with your right foot but then targeting with your left eye on instinct. It takes a few tries to get comfortable with the change, but you manage to hit a rabbit before it’s time to head in.

“Holy shit,” you say, making sure the safety is on before you jump up and down. “Did you see that? Oh my god.”

Tommy’s beaming and he pulls you in for a hug. When he pulls back, he shakes his head. “I can’t believe Joel didn’t figure that out. He usually notices that kind of shit.”

Your stomach sours and the grin drops off, lost in the chilly breeze. “Joel didn’t teach me anything, Tommy. And I guarantee he has no clue I’m left handed.”

But that’s not true, you realize. He’d known that was half the reason you were slow at work, back when your wrist was broken. And now that you think about it, when he reached across the space between you to hand you things, it was always to your left.

The wind’s picked up, and the sun is starting to set. You’re thankful for both, because it means if Tommy does see how tears prick in the corners of your eyes, he might believe it’s the sharp bite of winter.

He doesn’t. You’re almost back to town when he stops you for a moment. “Look, I hate to ask—”

“So don’t.” It’s sharper than the breeze, and you feel bad immediately when the hurt flashes in his eyes. He'd kept himself from asking since the morning he told you Joel had gone with Ellie and that they'd both be back. You hadn't given him anything then, either.

“It’s just, I know you say there was nothin’ between—”

“It’s none of your business, Tommy, but like I’ve told you again and again, there’s nothin’ to even tell. I went out on jobs sometimes with him and Tess, and I got stuck on this one. S’all there is to it.”

“Alright, m’sorry. I’ll drop it,” he says, but you know he doesn’t buy it. After all, he’s the one that just taught you to use a gun. What use would you have been out there with them? But he lets it go and clicks his tongue so the horses pick back up toward home.

To his credit, he does drop it. But as Maria got further along, you found yourself on the wall with Tommy more and more as the winter turned harsh. You weren’t ready to be out in the more dangerous conditions, and Tommy was sticking close, just in case the baby came early.

Neither of you spoke of Joel, but you had the same dark circles and stress lines creeping in as the weather turned nasty. The looks you shared when the blizzards turned the snow from a problem to an emergency said enough.

You decide not to worry. Not to think about Ellie out there in the storm, not to think about how the cold will make it harder on Joel’s knees and the hand that never healed quite right. Instead, you focus your worry on Maria.

Which is to say, you and Tommy become irreparably bonded.

Winter is trailing off, but it gives one final performance when the baby is born. When the Davies’ boy comes to get you, you’re asleep on your sofa, the weak afternoon sun all but obscured by snow.

In your dream, you’re out on patrol with a faceless partner. Sometimes it’s Tommy, sometimes it’s Chris. Sometimes, like today, it’s just a blur. It doesn’t matter. They can never help.

It’s always too late. Whether buried in snow or leaves, you always find them half-decayed. Ellie’s skull cracked open, or head missing entirely. Joel's ribs cracked open, and his entrails long eaten away. Sometimes, his eyes are open, unmoving. Sometimes, Ellie’s hands, mostly bone and rotting flesh, are wrapped around a gun. Sometimes, it’s lined up with the hole in Joel’s head.

It doesn’t matter. You’re always too late.

This time, the knocking wakes you up as you find them less decayed than usual, almost whole, with crows pecking at Ellie’s eye and Joel’s ribcage. You almost throw up when you wake up—it’s never been quite so graphic.

“Miss?” the kid calls again.

You can’t tell him apart from his brothers, John or Mike or James or something, but you know why he’s there as soon as you open the door. You grab a jacket and shove your feet into boots to stumble out into the raging snow behind him.

The kid doesn’t seem to be in a rush, but it doesn’t stop your heart from pounding until your pulse is throbbing in your fingertips. You’re not sure when you started to love these people, but you know it’s too late now to turn back.

You’re not happy about how you ended up here, but you just might be able to be happy here.

Your panic is for nothing. The baby was born in the wee hours of the morning without incident. Alice tells you it’s a beautiful thing, how mothers' bodies never forget what to do, and through the uninhibited happiness of the occasion, you think you can see Kevin’s ghost on his mama’s lap.

She certainly does.

You hover awkwardly until Tommy reminds you that they want you there. It doesn’t go down easily, a raw feeling full of gravel as you swallow. You’re not sure you know the last time someone wanted you around. Not for what you could offer, but just for you. Maybe before.

You let him corral you into the bedroom and place Aléjandra in your arms while you sit on the side of the mattress near Maria. She looks a lot like her mama, in that approximate way that newborns do, like a photocopy picked up before the ink is dry, but she’s got her daddy’s nose.

The immediate love you feel for her is overwhelming. Like you’re the one rotting in the forest, chest cracked open for the crows to eat away at your heart. You think of the last baby you held—your sister, too long ago. After you’ve doted on her an appropriate amount, you make excuses about Maria needing sleep and slip out of the room.

Alice is more than happy to put you to work. She’s taken it upon herself to clean the Miller’s home and you lose yourself in it quickly. News spreads fast in town and, per Maria’s wishes, you field the well-wishers at the door, gathering and storing the casseroles and pies they bring, collecting little tokens or clothes for the baby into a basket to take upstairs later on.

A different one of the Davies’ boys comes to walk Alice home. Before she leaves, she stops you with a hand on your arm.

“Stay here tonight, would you please? I don’t think there’s anything to worry about, but sometimes we don’t know if there were issues with the afterbirth until later on.”

You nod and promise to get her right away if anything happens. Her description of what to watch out for makes you queasy again. Less because of the details like “golf ball sized blood clots” and more because you didn’t realize all the potential for danger. It spikes your anxiety back higher than the mountaintops.

You scrub your brain for something to tell Tommy and Maria. In the end, you don’t need to.

Tommy comes down the stairs a while later. “Hey, you can say no, but can I tempt you with our guest room rather than goin’ back out in the storm?”

When you accept, he puts on a stern face. “It’s just, I don’t want you havin’ to—hang on, did you say yes?”

“You had a speech all ready to go, huh?”

“Thought you’d fight me on it, yeah.”

“It’s nasty out there, Tommy. Thank you. Now go get some sleep while you can.” You’re familiar enough with their house to find your way, so you shoo him when he tries to help you get settled.

It’s not Maria or the baby that causes a ruckus in the middle of the night, though. It’s you.

The dreams are worse. It’s not just Joel and Ellie, it’s Tommy, Maria, and the baby, too. And they’re all alive when it starts.

There are no crows or critters. There are only men, nasty and bloodthirsty, and you’re hidden away while they’re cornered. Completely helpless, as usual. Unarmed. And you watch them tear into your family, watch them shoot Joel and Tommy first. It’s not until they lunge for Ellie that you can finally get your feet to move, to scream, to try to distract them.

It doesn’t matter. You’re always too late.

Tommy wakes you up, shaking you with hands on both shoulders. “Hey,” he says as you scramble to get away from him. “You’re okay, hon, you’re safe.”

You try to shove him off you, but he doesn’t let go.

“You’re safe. You’re at my house. Everything is okay,” he repeats in that calm, unnerved manner you’ve come to lean on.

You stop fighting him and focus on slowing your heaving chest, on bringing air to your lungs. That’s when you hear the baby crying.

“Oh, shit, Tommy. I’m so sorry. I woke her up, didn’t I?”

“She was already up eatin’,” he lies. “Just scared us all a little.”

“Sorry, fuck. I’m sorry. I’ll go home so y’all can rest.”

“Now, I’m not gonna let ya do that. You think any of us haven’t been there? Hell, if it wasn’t you, it probably woulda been me. It’s not the first or last time someone’ll wake everyone in this house yellin’ for Joel.”

Your heart sinks, and you stare at the blanket, folding and unfolding a pinched corner of it.

“I know you don’t wanna tell me,” he starts, and you look further away from him, staring at the windowsill. “But I gotta ask you a question. And I’d really like it if ya answered.”

You don’t respond, which he takes as permission to continue.

“Were you afraid of him or for him?”

You look at him, startled, and blink stupidly for a minute.

“He never hurt me, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“You wanna talk about the dream?” Maria says from the doorway, Alé over her shoulder.

“Not really. Nothin’ special. Rotating cast of people I know dead or dying. I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“Stop apologizin’. But if you wanna make up for it…” the glimmer is back in Tommy’s eyes, and he’s grinning like he’s got a poorly kept secret.

You don’t need to read minds to guess. The baby’s eyes are wide and shiny. “Want me to hang out with her for a while until she’s ready to go back to sleep?”

“Please.”

It’s not until Alé is asleep in your arms at their kitchen table, just the two of you in the strip of moonlight, that you think about it, about how that feeling of family from your dream had seeped out into real life, and you let yourself cry.

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*title from "Jars" by Chevelle

#joel miller x reader #joel x reader #joel miller fanfic #joel miller smut #joel miller x you #joel miller x oc #the last of us smut #tlou fanfic #you know you never stood a chance series

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alcoholfreenayeon · 7 months

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What about some Jihyo x actor fem!reader fluff please! Maybe there’s been rumors that the two have been seeing each other for a while after meeting at an event. Pictures of the two taken from a far hanging out and eating at restaurants. Then the reader is in an upcoming major film and one of the premieres is in Seoul and Twice is invited to attend. Just some cute stuff like the two making small gestures like eye contact and smiling at each other across the red carpet or being seen taking photobooth pictures at the after party. Please and thank you hehe :)

AN: sorry for the long wait anon. Hope you like this!

Jihyo x Actor Fem!Reader

Caught in the Act

It’s always a good day when you are on a date with your lovely girlfriend especially when she’s none other than Park Jihyo herself. Add to that the pleasant weather and the good food that’s about to be served, life doesn’t get much better than this really.

So, how’s your day been darling?, “Jihyo interrupts your thoughts, her cute smile sparking with curiosity.

“Well, you know the initial reaction to the movie as been much better than expected from the critics so I think this might be it, my introduction to the world.” You couldn’t help but feel extremely proud. This was your potential breakthrough after all. You hear your phone go off a few times but ignore it and continue, “Then there’s the premier coming up in a few days and as you would have found out yesterday, Twice are invited!”.

Jihyo smiles sweetly and proudly as she listens to you be so happy. “Yea I got the invitations yesterday, why didn’t you tell me about that before!, she pouts.

“I wanted to surprise you”, you tease, glancing at your phone again as another bunch of notifications pop off.

“Ah well it was a very pleasant surprise!” Jihyo almost squealed. “I’m so happy for you”. She paused for a moment as your notifications went crazy yet again. “Ooohhh, the premier hasn’t even happened and miss y/n has become such a busy star already.” She teased with a wink.

“Ugh I’m so sorry about this”, you say sincerely deciding to check what the issue is, “I don’t know why……oh….no…..”, you mild annoyance slowly turns to dread as you look through your notifications. You’ve been tagged in social media posts, your manager has been messaging you, media agencies have been messaging you, fans have been messaging you with the only common denominator being some pictures. Pictures of you and Jihyo from yesterday, last month and other times when the two of you met recently. Your eyes scanning the same words in all of the messages

Caught

Dating

Exposed

Scandal

Your hands start to shake as you realize the ramifications this could potentially have. Suddenly the relaxing atmosphere of the restaurant felt very tense, the glass walls made you feel exposed and the other people here made you nervous. You felt absolutely terrified, your personal life, your career and your girlfriend’s career were all at stake here. As scared as you were right now, it was important to begin damage control as soon as possible. You look at Jihyo who was resting her head in her hand glancing at you seriously while using her phone presumably waiting for you to be done. She probably knows by now as well since she’d likely have been contacted as well.

Taking a deep breath, you grab her hand and quickly drag her, away from the windows, away from the people to the closest secluded area you could find…which happened to be the bathroom. Pushing Jihyo inside, your close the door, wait a few seconds and peek out to see if anyone saw you two come here.

“We need to hurry, someone might come in”,

You nod in agreement and sigh in relief to see no activity you turn back to Jihyo only to see that she has lifted up her top, her breasts exposed and was in the process of pulling down her pants, her cheeks slightly red and her face full of excitement.

“What the HELL are you doing????”, you ask in astonishment.

“What do you think love”, Jihyo flirts squeezing her tits together with a wink.

“Jeez! That’s not why I brought you here!”, you reply, your cheeks flushing. “Put your clothes back on! Someone might walk in!”

“Ahhn what’s going on with you”, Jihyo protests, feeling confused and a bit disappointed.

“They found out.”, you say grimly. “I’ve been getting a lot of messages and there’s pictures circulating and everyone is talking about a potential scandal and-”

“Whoa whoa, calm down. What are you talking about? People found out?”

“I don’t know how? I’ve been receiving so many messages and….didn’t you see it?”

“I keep my notifications off….”

You show her what you’ve found out and Jihyo looks worried now.

“Im surprised, I thought we were quite careful. Maybe we got a bit sloppy recently but for now…..Ok, I think we go back home for now, talk with our companies and then see if we need to address this publicly”, Jihyo says seriously.

You take a deep breath and nod. You let Jihyo leave first and wait about 10 minutes before you go back as well. You didn’t have the courage to check your phone again and were fearing the worst.

On your way back, you called your manager to ask what was going to happen and were a bit relieved to find out that all mostly speculation but the fact that two of five pictures had captured Jihyo and your face cleanly and it was obvious that it was the two of you. Your manager informs you that as of now it would be viable to keep quiet and then the company can say the two of you are friends hanging out, but this stance could change depending on the reaction of the general public. It was too soon to gauge the true reaction of the people right now and it would take a few more hours to assess the situation more accurately.

You spent the next few hours watching some Netflix, trying to distract yourself from the drama till you got further news from the agency. It wasn’t very effective though since your thoughts kept drifting back to it. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity you got a call from your manager, no, it’s Jihyo. You take a deep breath and answer the call,

“Hey”

“hey….”

“did you see it?”, she asks with a hint of excitement in her voice.

“what? See what?”, you question back, confused.

“Open your socials, see what everyone has been saying”

You do as she says and immediately come across a barrage of negative threads about the two of you which only reaffirms your fears but as you keep scrolling through you are completely surprised to find out that despite the initial outrage the fans and public are actually overwhelming supportive of you and Jihyo.

“I never thought Y/N had rizz like that to pull Jihyo!”

“Jihyo is so real for going for Y/N”

“Just based off the photos I can tell these two are so cute together”

“NOW I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE THEM AT THE PREMIERE”

You didn’t know how to react now. People were seeming for rooting for you both but what does it really mean you and Jihyo got away with it? That there wouldn’t be any real consequences? It seems too good to be true.

“Hellooo are you still there Y/n?”

You were so relieved that you had completely forgotten you were on a call with Jihyo. “Y-yeah, I’m still here.”

“Everyone from my side thinks that everything will be more or less alright since people aren’t very angry about it.”

Hearing Jihyo say those words meant a lot and you felt a lot less tense now and were a bit more relaxed. “That’s so good to hear. I still haven’t heard anything from my side, so I hope they tell me the same soon.”

By the next morning your agency had assured you that everything was fine and there would be no major problems. With only two days left for the premiere, time seemed to fly by. Mostly due to how hectic and busy things had been for you but also partly because you were quite nervous about it all.

Finally, the day of the premiere arrived, the whole morning was nerve wrecking, you just kept thinking of all the ways that things could go wrong. Thankfully you managed to get it under control as the day went on until it was actually time for the premiere. When you arrived at the red carpet the first thing that you noticed was the sheer number of people present. Were they all there for you? That seemed entirely insane to you, maybe your driver messed up and now you were at the wrong place and now you were going to get embarrassed when you end up missing your own premiere. However, as soon as you got out of the car, you were absolutely hounded by the crowd of people. They seemed to be speaking in sync, but you couldn’t make out a single word with all the noise. After the initial excitement wore out you could finally make out some of the questions and began to answer them.

Just as you were beginning to get comfortable, the crowd goes wild again as someone else arrives at the carpet. As the car door opens, time seems to slow down and steps out Jihyo looking absolutely gorgeous, her hair perfect, her smile making you feel weak even if it wasn’t directed at you. She greets the crowd as the rest of Twice step out. You were still mesmerized when you snapped out of it realizing that a lot of eyes were still on you. Your cheeks began to flush a bit as you tried to act like it was nothing. Some people in the crowd seemed to have caught on and you could hear a few ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’. Pretending like you didn’t hear them, you decided to move on.

As the rest of the cast turns up, time seems to fly by and before you know it, it’s time to watch the premiere. Everything was going well, in fact every time you appeared in a scene a certain section of the crowd a few rows behind you seemed to cheer loudly. Only when the interval began, and the lights turned on did you realize the loud section of fans were sitting near Jihyo. You didn’t really know how to feel about this. It was kinda sweet maybe-

Your thoughts were interrupted as she made her way towards you flashing you a quick smile before heading to the snack bar. Even though you were quite relaxed on the outside, that small smile from Jihyo made you feel really warm and fuzzy on the inside. You followed her to the snack bar, greeting some fans along the way before stopping next to her. The two of you looked at each other for a moment, smiled and then turned away ordering snacks.

Of course, you wanted to kiss her, but this was NOT the place for that despite the fans seemingly egging the two of you to do something. Coincidentally you both ended up walking back together which caused some whooping from the crowd causing both of you to blush a little while making your way back to the seats.

The rest of the premiere went quite smoothly, and the people absolutely loved it, and you couldn’t be prouder of your work. You ended up taking pictures with each fan in the premiere. While you were about to exit, you were pulled in by Jihyo who told you to keep quiet and that she wanted you to follow her out the back.

“I want you all to myself for some time now”, Jihyo says endearingly. You have no complains, in fact this was exactly what you wanted as well. While the rest of Twice and the movie cast were a bit confused at the disappearances of their members, both groups were busy enough to not put two and two together.

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f1goat · 1 year

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mistake(s) x lando norris + part three

In which you keep making the same mistake over and over again by fucking the boy you hate the most.

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part one part two

warnings: a lot of smut but with a plot, 18+ | english is not my first language fem!verstappen reader x lando norris

It took you exactly three days to end up in Lando his bed again. This time it isn’t his bed exactly, but it’s his hotel bed. Not that some small detail like that makes it any better. You’re in a luxurious hotel close by the race track from Jeddah. When you saw Lando after the first free training, you couldn’t stop thinking about him fucking you in that race overall. It’s unfair how good he looks in that.

“I knew you couldn’t resist me,” Lando tells you jokingly.

“I blame that race overall,” you sigh.

Lando laughs. He pulls you closer to himself to press his lips against yours. It doesn’t take long before you slightly part your lips to give him access. Lando is quick to deepen the kiss. His hands are roaming around on your body. You whimper against Lando his lips. It’s so unfair how he makes you feel every time. So fucking unfair.

When Lando disconnects his lips from yours, he is quick to lift your shirt up. Quickly your shirt is thrown away, ending up somewhere on the floor. Lando softly pushes you onto the bed. He unzips your pants and pulls them off even quick. After that he unzips his race overall. You see how he slowly pulls it off.

“Keep it on,” you say.

Lando raises his eyebrow at you. It shows you directly what he wants.

“Please?” You add.

He shows you a small smile. He pulls of the sleeves, but stops after that. The race overall is hanging around his hips now.

“Turn around,” Lando tells you. You quickly oblige. You turn around and take position on your knees and elbows. You make sure your ass is up highly. Lando is quick to grab your ass, softly kneading it. He is even fast to enter you.

“I love it how ready you always are for me,” he tells you.

“You’re always ready as well,” you tell Lando.

“Who wouldn’t be for you?” Lando replies.

You don’t answer. Lando increases his pace and is quick to fuck you in the doggy position. You feel even more filled up then normally now that he’s taking you from behind. Lando uses both his hands to grab your boobs. Leaning against your body to do so. He plays with your nipples for a bit.

As always, it doesn’t take you long to reach your high. At least you were getting pretty close before your phone distracts you. You keep hearing your ringtone. Lando grabs your phone from the bed sheets. He chuckles when he notices who’s calling you. He tosses you the phone. You see the caller as well. Of course it’s Joshua.

“Answer it,” Lando tells you.

“No,” you reply quickly. You moan after saying so.

You try to remember why Joshua is calling you. But you can’t recall a specific reason. Lando tells you again to answer it, this time he’s slowing down his pace. You feel your upcoming orgasm fading away a bit. Fuck.

“If you don’t answer it, I won’t let you cum,” Lando states.

“I hate you,” you mutter.

You grab the phone and press the green button. You hold your phone closely at your ear. This needs to be a quick call.

“Hey!” Joshua is quick to greet you.

“Hi,” you greet him back.

“I wanted to reschedule our date if that’s fine with you,” Joshua tells you.

“Yes uh of course, what day suits you?”

“Tuesday?”

Lando hears the conversation. He put his thumb on your clit. He flicks around it. You let out a soft moan. You try to cover it with a fake cough. Lando waits patiently for you to answer. He wants you in his bed Tuesday, not on a date with Joshua.

“Uh,” you stutter, you look at Lando. He shakes his head at you. “I can’t this Tuesday,” you then say, “maybe Monday?”. Joshua agrees with Monday. You’re quick to tell him a goodbye, you apologize for the short call but say to him that you’re a bit busy right now.

“Good girl,” Lando praises you, “Such a good girl.”

You let out one of the moans you were holding back.

+++

You can only imagine how shitty Lando his race must have been. The second time in a row. Your disliking of the boy is strong, but it doesn’t stop you to feel bad for him. Maybe your brothers race wasn’t as he imagined as well with the problems he had, but he’s second at least. You wish you could say that Lando ended up in the points. How is it even possible for McLaren to make a car this bad?

Instead of watching the interviews after the podium, you decide to walk over to the McLaren motorhome. Inside of your mind a small plan has formed itself. You know that Lando needs to get back to his driver room after the race since all his belongings are there. He told you before that it’s how he ends a race weekend. Calming down in his driver room before going back home. Maybe you can help him calm down this time…

“Hi, Lando told me to wait in his driver room for him,” you explain while greeting the first McLaren team member you see. The mechanic nods at you and is quick to take you to Lando his drivers room.

In the mean time is Lando getting more annoyed with all the stupid questions they are asking him. His race was shit. Again. The car isn’t fast enough. It was so bad that he could only battle Oscar, from who he lost because of the damage on his car. It’s safe to say he’s in a bad mood. He makes a few sarcastic remarks as answers for the next questions. His media manager is sending him annoyed glares. He doesn’t care. Lando wants nothing more then to go back to his room and have some time for himself before leaving Jeddah.

When the interviews are finally over, Lando is quickly back in the McLaren motor home. A mechanic greets him, Lando quickly greets him back.

“Your girl is in your driver room,” the mechanic tells him.

Lando doesn’t answer. What girl is he talking about? It won’t be the first time some random girl got in with an excuse. He sighs. He is not in the mood for this. Is it so hard to get some time to relax? Lando walks over to his driver room, already feeling pissed at the girl that’s inside of there. When he walks inside, he is quick to forget all about his anger. Now that he thinks of it, he even starts to like the words of his team member. Your girl. If only.

You stand up when Lando closes the door. He is taking his time with looking at you. You get it. It’s probably not every day that there’s a girl waiting for him in here with only lingerie on. Lando smirks at the sight of you. How can he not? You’re standing in only your lingerie in front of him. He doesn’t know what you’re doing here, how you got in and why you’re only wearing your lingerie but he likes every little thing about it.

“Are you only going to stare at me or are you going to do something?” You ask Lando after a bit of waiting for him to say something.

“What do you want me to do?” Lando asks you surprised.

He walks closer to you in the mean time.

“I thought you could use some help to calm down after that race,” you state.

Lando shows you a small laugh. “You’re right about that,” he replies.

“Take it out on me,” you tell Lando, “Tell me all about your terrible race without talking about it.”

Lando is quick to listen to your words. Before you know it he has you pressed up against the wall. He unclips your bra and tosses it aside. It doesn’t take long before your string is also laying on the floor somewhere. After that he’s quick to let his dick get inside you. It’s a good thing you have been aroused since making up this idea. Lando slides easily inside you.

The sex is rough. You can actually feel Lando his frustrations. This time he doesn’t really think about your pleasure as well. He’s focused on thrusting in and out of you as deep as he can manage. You press your lips against Lando, asking with your tongue for access to his. Lando is quick to grant you access. His tongue battles against yours for the dominance. Of course he wins.

Before you know it, Lando has orgasmed. You feel a bit empty when he pulls back. When Lando takes place on a chair, you grab your underwear from the ground. Lando sends you a confused look.

“Come sit on my lap,” Lando tells you, “and drop that underwear.”

You listen to him and let your underwear fall back onto the floor. Then you move over to him to take place on his lap. Lando pulls you close to himself, causing you to lean against his torso with your body. You let your head lean against his shoulder.

“Spread your legs,” Lando states. You are quick to listen.

Lando lets his finger slide through your slit before using it to enter you. He uses his other hand to massage your clit. You let out a hard moan. Lando his lips find your neck, he softly peppers some kisses around your shoulders and neck. It doesn’t take you long to reach your orgasm as well. You know what to do, or better said what to ask. The sentence has become quite familiar to you during the last weeks.

“Lan,” you start, “can I cum, please?”

“Fuck,” Lando mutters, “you’ll be the death of me.”

You wait for him to continue. You need an answer to your question and you need it quick. Your orgasm is getting close and you don’t know how long you can hold it off anymore.

“Please?” You ask again.

“Of course babygirl,” Lando tells you.

A few minutes later you have fully dressed yourself again. You want to leave and go back to the hotel to pack your last stuff into your suitcases. But something stops you. When you take a look at Lando, you notice the sad gaze he has. It pains you a bit.

“Do you want to talk about the race?” You ask him after a bit of doubting.

“You don’t care,” Lando tells you.

“If I didn’t care I wouldn’t have asked,” you sigh, “I know we’re not friends or anything, but you can talk to me about it.”

Lando needed to hear that. He quickly starts to talk about his awful race. You hear about the damage he had and how the team couldn’t fix anything again. He tells you about the pace of the McLaren car that is way too slow. He lets out all of his frustrations from the last two races. Lando keeps talking and talking. You reply to his frustrations, you tell him that you understand him and that McLaren did produce a worthless car. But you also try to give him a bit of hope, that maybe the updates for Australia will work. It’s your phone that interrupts the conversation. You see a message popping up from Max, but that’s not the sound that distracted you.

It’s Joshua who’s calling you again.

“You can pick up,” Lando tells you, “I’ve probably bored you enough with my talking.”

You shake your head, but you do pick up the phone. Before Joshua can say anything, you start to talk.

“Hey! Can I call you back later? I’m kinda in the middle of something,” you say.

“Oh hey, of course. I just wanted to hear about your weekend, but call me back when you have time,” Joshua answers.

Lando looks surprised at the interaction in front of him. Only a few seconds later you’re his again to talk to. Since when do you do those kind of things for him? He can’t ignore how good it feels to be your first priority right now. When he’s done talking about the race, he decides to ask you about your study. This time with actual interest.

“How did your exams go?” Lando asks you.

You raise one of your eyebrows up. Is he serious? You take a look at Lando. He actually seems interested. Strange. You decide to answer his question without questioning it further.

“I only have one result back, but I got an eight for the exam I found the most difficult,” you explain, “so I have also a good feeling about the other one.”

Lando smiles at you. “That’s great!” He tells you excited, “You do deserve it though, I don’t know anyone else who spends as much time studying as you do.”

+++

“Your brother seems way too nice to hang out that much with someone like Lando,” Joshua tells you. The two of you are sitting in a restaurant together. Joshua picked you up a bit earlier and of course Lando had to be at Max his place. He didn’t particularly say anything bad towards Joshua, but the way he looked said enough.

You think about the minutes before Joshua arrived at the apartment to take you with him. Lando walked right in to your room without even knocking. Causing him to find you half dressed up. You were standing in front of your closet, looking at all the dress options you had, while only wearing simple lingerie. Not even a matching set. Something Lando noticed, of course. It took him only one minute and a few seconds to lay you down onto your on bed so he could get his head between your legs. You tried telling him to go away, but you couldn’t get the words out. Who could if Lando Norris was between their legs? It didn’t take him long to get you to your orgasm, but right before you could arrive he stopped.

Lando stood up and took a look at a few dresses you had laying down. Only to pick a tight white one, “Wear this tomorrow,” he told you, “and maybe you then deserve to cum.” After that he left you alone again.

You shake of the memories and try to focus your attention to Joshua. “Lando can be nice as well,” you then tell Joshua. What did you just say? It feels strange to hear those words coming out your own mouth. You don’t like Lando, you don’t think he’s nice, so why are you saying something like this?

“Really?” Joshua asked confused.

“Yeah,” you continue to answer, “He’s a great friend to Max.”

Joshua doesn’t ask anymore questions about Lando. He is quick to switch the subject over to college. He asks you about your grade from the last exams, you tell him you have gotten an eight for the difficult one and also an eight for the other. He tells you about his grades as well. He didn’t succeeded the difficult one, but he did manage to get a six for the other one.

“Did you cheat or something?” Joshua asks you.

“No!” You reply a bit loud, “I just spend a lot of time studying.”

“I do as well,” Joshua states a bit bitterly.

You wonder about his suddenly weird tone. Next to that, you know for sure that Joshua doesn’t even spend half the time studying as you. He’s always sending you snaps from activities with his friends, parties and other stuff. But studying isn’t one of them. You don’t tell him that, you just wait for him to continue talking.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit strange that you have such high grades?” Joshua asks you. Is he still going on about this? It almost seems like he thinks you don’t deserve them. You simply shake your head as a no. “Did you do something for extra credit or?” Joshua asks further.

You feel yourself getting a bit annoyed. “No,” you state annoyed, “I just told you, I spend a lot of time studying. Almost every bit of free time I have goes into studying.”

The date doesn’t get much better after that. You keep feeling like Joshua thinks you’re lying about your grades. He asks you about multiple other subjects and grades you got for them. Every time you tell him about your sevens, eights or nines he seems to get annoyed. It’s rather clear that he thinks you don’t deserve them. Or maybe that he deserved it more. You’re pretty sure that if he had higher grades, this conversation would be different. You can’t shake of the thought about Lando his positive reaction on your first grade when you told him last Sunday. How can it be that someone as Lando, who doesn’t care about you or your study, is more happy for you then one of your study mates? Lando even told you that you deserved it. Joshua only asked if you cheated.

After talking about school, Joshua starts a conversation about the successes of his family. You already guessed that he was from an old money family and apparently you guessed right. He keeps going on and on about the family fortune. You don’t really show interest, but he doesn’t stop talking about his wealth.

You’re glad when you’re back in Joshua his car. You can’t wait for this date to be over. The last hour you couldn’t even focus on one thing Joshua was saying. It was Lando who kept popping up in your mind. You guess that he did that on purpose. If he only made you cum earlier, you wouldn’t be so easily distracted by the thought of him. While Joshua is driving back, you think about the next steps to take.

Joshua made it clear earlier that he was interested in another date. You know you have to chose soon. You can’t date Joshua if you fuck Lando in the mean time. One small part of you still wants to give Joshua another chance, one bad date likes this shouldn’t ruin everything, but you know there is another problem. You can’t stop seeing Lando. You already know that you will show up at his apartment tomorrow evening, wearing the dress he chose for you.

You walk inside Max his apartment with Joshua. The first person you walk into in the hallway is Lando of course.

“Hey babygirl,” Lando greets you.

Joshua his eyes are burning onto you. You get it. He wonders about Lando his nickname for you. You wonder about it to.

“Don’t call me that,” you tell Lando a bit flustered.

“Okay baby,” Lando continues.

You let out a scoff. You want to react again, telling him to stop but Joshua is faster to say something. “Stop calling her that,” Joshua tells Lando.

“Oh should I call her babe then?” Lando asks.

“Lando what are you doing?” You ask him annoyed.

“Nothing babe,” Lando answers.

“I swear stop calling her those names,” Joshua grunts. He walks closer towards Lando. You wonder what he’s about to do. You know for a fact that Lando won’t stop being his annoying self.

“Or what?” Lando asks.

“Or-“ you don’t wait for Joshua to finish his sentence. You are quick to interrupt, “Maybe it’s better if you go home Joshua,” you tell him, “and Lando just get back to Max, we will talk later when you’re less annoying.”

Lando shows you a smile. You realize that this is probably exactly what he wanted to achieve. Joshua sends you an annoyed look. Lando does listen to you, he’s quick to turn around and leave you and Joshua in the hallway.

“Don’t ever tell me what to do again,” Joshua tells you with a mad tone.

“Sorry?” You ask surprised. Where is this weird behavior coming from?

“You heard me,” Joshua says.

“I think it’s better to stop this,” you then say, you surprise yourself a bit with your sudden choice. “I don’t really feel a connection anymore,” you continue, “so I think it’s better to stop focus on each other and both find someone we match with more.”

Joshua scoffs. “You’re saying that you’re going to break things off with me to date with that Lando guy,” he states.

“No, I’m saying that I don’t feel a connection. Things like that happen. We only went on two dates,” you reply annoyed.

“Whatever,” Joshua tells you annoyed, “You’re not that pretty any way.” Then Joshua walks off and leaves the apartment. You let out an annoyed sigh.

What you didn’t know is that Lando was closely listening to your conversation with Joshua. He walks away from the door he was standing against earlier, when he realizes that you can come in anytime now. He feels himself getting mad at Joshua. He even thinks about following the idiot to make him apologize to you. What does he think to say you’re not pretty? What an idiot. Lando quickly takes a few step backwards when he hears you coming closer to the door.

When you’re standing in front of Lando you let out a soft sigh. It wasn’t ideal to let it happen this way, but you have made your choice now. You don’t have to feel bad about it anymore. You notice the way Lando keeps looking at you.

“Sorry,” Lando says after a bit.

“You don’t mean that,” you sigh.

“I’m not sorry about that he left. If you were into him you wouldn’t be having sex with me in the mean time,” Lando states, “but I am sorry for his behavior that I may have caused. He’s wrong to say you’re not that pretty. You’re beautiful.”

You don’t really think about your next actions. You take a few steps forwards so you’re closer towards Lando. Then you wrap your arms around his body. Lando is quick to reply. In only a few seconds the two of you are hugging. You quickly forget about Joshua his mean words, you just focus on the comfort Lando is giving you right now.

A few minutes later you walk into the living room where Max is seated. You grab a blanket from the couch and wrap yourself in it before taking place on the couch.

“No Joshua?” Max asks you a bit surprised.

“No,” you tell Max, “I broke it off.”

Max looks even more confused at you this time. “Why?” He asks you, “He seemed like your type.”

Lando lets out a soft scoff when he hears Max his words. Joshua your type, as if.

“He’s a dick,” you state. You start to explain about your date with him. “He made it clear that he doesn’t think I earn my high grades, he even asked me if I did something for extra credit or if I cheated. And after that he kept going on about his wealthy family and all the old money talk,” you explain.

“Hm, who would have thought, Lando,” Max says a bit surprised, “you were right after all.”

“Right about what?” You ask.

“That you can do better then Joshua,” Max explains, “Lando said that the first time we saw him, before he even came in.”

You throw Lando a confused look, asking him for an explanation. He just shrugs, not in the mood to explain his words to you.

When you’re laying in bed later, you still can’t forget about Lando his words.

#lando norris #lando norris x you #lando norris smut #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x reader #lando imagine #lando norris fanfiction #ln4 #smut #enemies with benefits #f1 #formula one

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cleos-cafe · 1 year

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Obey me! Brothers with a MC who is overworked (pt.1)

Welcome back! I hope you are having a good day, please enjoy the content dear reader.

Pt. 1 (you're here) | Pt. 2 (soon)

-Sincerely with much love Dahlia★.

Summary: The exams season is just around the corner at RAD and this time you plan to give your best (as you usually do). So you decide to study one night with the "cramming*" method. Clearly this leaves consequences on your sleep schedule and so on. How would the brothers react to find you in this situation?

TW: mentions of lack of sleep, skipping meals, poor mental and physical care, stress overload, small mention of academic validation in some parts. Please stop reading if any of the topics make you uncomfortable.

Dictionary:

Cramming: the practice of working intensively to absorb large volumes of information in short amounts of time. It is often done by students in preparation for upcoming exams, especially just before them.

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Lucifer

Everything had started off simple, Lucifer decided to check for you at night as he used to do to make sure his brothers didn't leave the house late at night.

He knew that you had been making an effort to study and although on several occasions he praised you for your commitment, he was also worried that you were taking it to extremes.

Which was an accurate suspicion when he saw the light in your room still on, he simply sighed and went into your room.

His original plan was just to ask you to stop what you were doing and go to bed.

But the moment he noticed how you were biting your nails while you were anxiously moving your leg and trying to write clearly, he changed his plans.

The first thing he noticed was that you had headphones on, those headphones were given to you by Levi so they had sound cancellation.

Slowly he approached you and took off those headphones carefully, trying not to scare you in the process, then he put them aside and leaned towards you.

"MC you should go to sleep, I know you are anxious about the exams, but you need to rest properly if you want to give it your all, how about you collect your books and study material while I prepare some tea for you?"

Trust me, after that he will make sure you rest.

If you didn't get sleepy after you had that tea Lucifer started talking about how it was bad for you about exerting yourself (even though he does the same thing).

If you even mention that he does the same thing you'll get a look from Lucifer.

But you're right! Although your comment only made Lucifer start a lecture about how you being human makes your body incapable of sustaining a hard workload unlike him.

Hey, at least you're already asleep after listening to him talk for a long time.

After that encounter Lucifer somehow becomes more gentle with you, doesn't push you as much with some things and checks on you more often. He even brings you a snack or two from time to time.

"Remember that you are part of the family, we care about you a lot and I worry about seeing you neglecting yourself by overworking yourself and while I'm proud to know that you take things seriously I don't want you to hurt yourself in the process either. If you think I can help you with anything feel free to come find me, I'm available to you anytime."

Mammon

He would probably be the first one to notice something is wrong with you.

Usually hangs a lot around you and, now that you suddenly seemed to be occupied was pretty shocking for him.

He was making his way to your room since he wanted to spend some time with you (leave the man alone, he misses you).

Once he barges (it's that how it's spelled?-) into your room, he's surprised to see you biting your nails and almost pulling your hair.

Okay he may not be as gentle as Lucifer, literally rushing to you and grabbing both of your hands.

"Hey! Wat'cha think ya doing human?! Get yo hands out of your hair right now!"

Literally panicked the moment he smelled blood.

(Yeah the demons can smell blood, you can't change my mind).

Literally took car of you afterwards, he took he's time wrapping your fingers in band aids.

I think he would've take his time combing (again is it spelled like that? ಥ_ಥ) your hair carefully, even asked Asmo to let him borrow some products that could help with your scalp and hair.

After that incident he's a lot more aware of how much time you spend studying.

Will drag you outside or to you bed, he'll make you take a brake once in a while.

"I know ya' worried about exams and stuff and, even if I can't exactly help you with it.... It's important ya' take some breaks, k? So don't go worrying The Great Mammon like and take some breaks will ya?!"

Leviathan

He was one of the few who knew you were gonna study a lot.

After all you told him you were gonna have a break from your weekly hang out plays since you wanted to study.

He was kinda sad but he didn't tell you, since after all he knew your grades were important.

(Bc literally, you're and exchange student. It's supposed to be your duty to have good grades for the program)

Although that didn't mean he couldn't be in the same room with you right?

But of course, who would like to have just some company of a yucky otaku like him, right?

Well you do.

To summarize it, he knew about you stu(dying)but it took him a whole time actually do something about it.

After asking if you wanted to have him in your room (which you obviously said yes), he got his console and walked towards your room.

Did you forget about him coming to your room? Yes-

He was pretty shocked (not in a good way actually-) once he saw 1st his fast you were chugging that D- Energy and 2nd the amount of empty cans around the floor and desk.

"H-hey! Stop drinking it right now! Do you know how harmul that is?!"

Actually worried sick about you.

Did he have the same habit? Yes he does. Is he more worried about you then himself? Double yes.

He's very much aware of how harmul is a ton of caffeine in your body.

And after he forced you to take a break he starts rambling about how a lot of D- Energy can affect you.

He makes sure to be in the same room as you when studying after that.

The moment he sees you taking a bunch of D- Energy or sees how much you're stressing yourself, he steps in and makes you have a break but playing with you.

"I know this isn't something I usually say- but I'm worried about you okay? And I don't want you to be in so much stress so- if it's anything I can help you with, I'll do it okay? Ejem- n-now there's a few new features added to MonokeLand! Y-you wanna see them?"

#obey me mc #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me brothers #obey me luci x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #obey me leviathan #obey me levi x reader #omswd headcanons #obey me hcs #dahlia's library

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artiststarme · 1 year

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What If Steve Were To Leave Hawkins? Part 2

Part 1

Wow, I did not expect such a reaction. Thank you for all of your kind comments! As requested, here is part 2!

The members of the Party noticed Steve’s absence a mere two days later on Saturday. Dustin reached out to ask for a ride to Eddie’s trailer that day to make a new character sheet for their upcoming campaign. When he called his house three times in a row, there was no answer. He called Family Video and spoke to Robin who confusingly relayed that Steve had quit with little notice. Dustin called Eddie and got a ride to Steve’s house where they were greeted with the stoic Richard Harrigton. He told the two of them that he had kicked Steve out of the house that Thursday and to stop coming near his property. Both Dustin and Eddie were left baffled. Why hadn’t Steve told them anything?

Regardless of their confusion or Steve’s silence, Dustin called a Code Red and ordered everyone to meet up at Eddie’s new trailer.

Shortly afterwards, the entire Party was squished into the trailer’s small living room questioning where Steve had gone. They had no idea where he would choose to go if not to one of them. No one knew where to find him or even how to contact him. He wasn’t answering on the walkie and he had left no forwarding address. It wasn’t until Robin mentioned him quitting Family Video the day prior through an abrupt and hasty phone call to Keith that a picture started to emerge.

Steve had felt so alone and desperate after a fight with his parents that he had cut contact ties to all of his friends before fleeing Hawkins.

The entire room was bathed in guilt. Steve had never mentioned anything about his family or home life other than small comments about having the house to himself. But no one in the Party had ever tried to dig any deeper into his false bravado and fragile smiles.

And then they questioned why he didn’t feel comfortable coming to them for help or support.

Everyone had noticed that Steve had become withdrawn and depressed but they had just assumed that he needed space. No one understood at the time that space was the most detrimental solution to the lonely man’s problems.

Dustin and Robin were understandably the most upset. They prided themselves on knowing Steve the best and they had pushed him away as well. Dustin had been spending his time talking to Suzie on the radio and making plans to visit Utah over the summer. Robin had been enjoying time with Vickie and spending time with her family. Neither one meant to neglect their best friend whose life soley revolved around them.

Eddie felt particularly guilty as well. He noticed that Steve started withdrawing after he stopped accepting his invitations to hang out. But he had fallen in love with him and was trying to get over his unrequited crush on yet another straight guy. Even still, he felt majorly guilty and wished he had done something to keep Steve around.

Eddie’s living room was bathed in guilt and grief. The kids looked warily between themselves and Eddie and Robin waiting for direction.

“Well, what are we going to do now?” Dustin asked, straightening in his spot. The other kids adopted determined glints in their eyes while Eddie fiddled with his rings and Robin started shuffling in her spot.

“We have to find him, obviously. The dingus can’t survive on his own out there. He needs us,” Robin said softly, moments away from rambling or breaking into tears.

Dustin nodded and grabbed one of Eddie’s old school notebooks before quickly turning to a semi-clean page. “Okay, so we have to make a list of places where Steve likes to go, places he’s talked about going to, and a list of his associates. Then we can call everyone and find him that way.”

Max harrumphed from her spot on the dingy couch. “He doesn’t have any known associates. He lost all of his friends in high school, it's just us and he still left.”

Dustin looked heartbroken at the concept and turned his puppy-dog eyed gaze to look at Eddie. “Did he ever mention going anywhere when you guys hung out?”

Eddie thought for a moment. On one of their nights spent smoking, he remembered mentioning his interest in moving away from Hawkins once he saved up enough money. He had asked Steve at the time, jokingly, if he would want to come with him.

“I’m going to go to one of the big cities and start playing gigs. In the city, no one looks at you twice. It’ll be the opposite of Hawkins, I’m sure.”

Steve had rolled his head back to make eye contact with Eddie through droopy lids. “That sounds nice. No expectations, no past, being able to just… be.”

Eddie had hummed before breathing in another hit. “You should come with me, we can both just start over. Clean slate.”

Steve had tensed and looked at Eddie apprehensively, “you’d want me to come with you?”

“Yeah man, I always want you around. Would you want to?”

Steve had looked hopeful at the time, happy perhaps. He let a smile pull at his lips as a blush warmed his cheeks. “Yeah, maybe.”

The warm feeling in Eddie’s chest turned to ice at the sight of the pink blush. He was falling for Steve. Oh no.

Eddie had started putting distance between them after his revelation. He had no idea at the time that that would be their last time hanging out and the last time Steve would smile for months to come.

“Eddie?”

Eddie shook his head and waved his hand around. “No, he never mentioned running away from home and disappearing off the face of the Earth. No, that didn’t come up.”

Although, he did wonder if his words had any impact on Steve. Mayhaps he was in a city right now, thinking back to the same instance as Eddie in a view of regret and longing as well.

Alas, their meeting ended with urgent plans to involve Hopper and Joyce in their quest to find him. They weren’t going to let Steve go without a fight. Not again.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20: Epilogue

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#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #dustin henderson #steddie #and the angst continues #I can't believe that people are actually reading this

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lightwing-s · 5 months

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ok. and alright. tim has earned his place to be in reader's vlog when he came visiting for the first time hence why the audience mistook him as her boyfriend (jason promised not to kill of tim but never stop bring sarcastic for a few days) (tim allows him to cos hes amused and mortified both) (apparently, reader's own camera has a great deal of making those in her vlogs look like different person) (aka jason being gentle giant, tim being lanky) (oh almost forgot this - alfred the only one who appears the same in it - if not more divine) (honestly we should have tags in the askbox too lol at this point) (tumblr, consider it)

After their first meeting went well, Y/n’s took to inviting Tim to hang around every so often and eventually he also made it into one of the vlogs. There were a few comments asking if he was he boyfriend and what happened to her boyfriend’s big guns, and Jason took it upon himself to bully Tim about it.

“The camera makes me 100 times skinnier, okay.” he’d complain, annoyed with how he looked in some of his appearances. “It makes you skinnier too.”

“No, it doesn't.”

“Yes, it does!”

“Oh, stop you two!” Y/n intervened, placing a plate of cookies in front of them two.

Pouring coffee into three different mugs, two of them matching and Tim’s as an extra, they sat down on Y/n’s kitchen table, in comfortable silence as the rain poured heavily outside. Tim had a book in his hand, reading it slowly, his mind flying often to other topics and having to restart the paragraph all over again. Jason and Y/n were curled up in each other, as Y/n tried to finish editing her upcoming video.

“How come we’re the only ones who appear different on camera?” Jason popped a question.

Raising an eyebrow at his brother, Jason pushed the computer until it was in Tim’s line of view. Watching the short clip attached to the editing app, he was attentive to Alfred’s unmistakable characteristics.

“He’s just the same.” Jason continued to complain. “And I get like an itch or two removed out of my biceps.”

“You’re so vain.” Y/n laughed at her boyfriend. “The two of you, you look just fine on camera.”

“Easy for you to say. You look great, I look like Slender Man." Now it was Tim who showed his complaints. “It’s like I haven’t been to the gym in ages.”

“I think you could use some more time at the gym though.” Jason chimed.

“Oh fuck off.”

“Fuck yo-”

“Jason!”

#jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd blurb #jason todd #jason todd x you #food vlogger reader

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thepepsislvt · 3 months

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Giggles i did it :)

god i want to figure skate so bad like its honestly one of my dreams

i also have some cool hockey sticks just chillin in my room :)

Hockey Player!Bartolomeo x Gn Figure Skater Reader

all growing up you had always wanted to be a figure skater. but due to financial circumstances in your family you never got the chance to take any kind of classes. When you turned 17 you got your first job, you used the money from that to pay for classes on the weekend. it was exhausting juggling school, work and classes but you knew that one day it would all be worth it.

Now that youre 19 and in college you have even less time to practice. One of your friends had helped you sign up for your first competition and you were terrified. At least entering the competition and doing well enough will maybe grab the attention of the judges and people who came to look for potential upcoming skaters. on the day of the competition during winter break, you spent all day at the local rink warming up and practicing. there was only usually only a few people on the rink during the morning so it was the perfect time to practice.

your practice went smoothly. the only hiccup you had was when you ran into someone else on accident. He apologized and told you to look out next time. other than that everything was perfect.

During the competition you tried so hard to stay out of your thoughts and focus on your movements. Your family and friends came out to watch it in support. You ended up in second place but that impressed you even. you didnt think you would make it in the top 3. you went out to celebrate with your friends and planned out more competitions.

Within the year you had won several competitions and now had a spotlight on you. News crews from the town you were in came and interviewed you. Your name was widely known in your college and throughout the state. most people were shocked when you tell them that you knly started skating for 3 years.

Now at 20 you practiced a lot more for upcoming competitions. You would see a lot of other skaters and hockey players go in the rink to practice in the morning before the rink became busy. one of the hockey players you had become close friends with. His name was Bartolomeo. He looked like your guard dog most of the time because of how “big and scary” he looked. He was really kind to you though.

He would attend your competitions and you would attend his games. He was a really good player. He started out as a goalie but soon his team saw him for the great player he really was. Celebrating a good game or competition with him was fun. It really consisted of raiding a Waffle house and then going back to one of your places to watch a movie or play video games.

You both had set a name for yourselves in your town. since you both were so busy you really didnt get to hang out with him outside of the rink. Regardless it was great to practice with him. You would race each other across the rink (he would always win unless he was showing you mercy that day) and teach each other moves. He let you try on his skates once and not only were they too big but they were way different than the skates you were used to.

Everything was just amazing. Every Time you spent time with Barto you would always be in the best mood even when your day was terrible. Over time you had caught yourself catching feeling for him. you didnt want to ruin your friendship or have your feelings get in the way of your compositions so you pushed your feelings down. On the off seasons when you would have more time to hang out with him this task became harder for you.

Eventually you decided to ghost him to hopefully get rid of those feelings. you would text him less and cancel plans. you felt awful doing so but you didn’t want to risk anything. Bartolomeo noticed this and didn’t appreciate it.

One afternoon when you both weren’t working he showed up at your apartment without texting you first. He stood at your door with pizza and movies.

“What are you doing here?” you asked him standing at your front door in your pajamas, obviously not expecting anyone to be here

“Going to watch some damn movies with you since i know for a fact youre just gonna rot in here all day with nothing to do” He says marching inside proudly

You shrug at him and close the door behind the two of you

“you’ve been ignoring me” He says turning to you after he placed everything down on a table

“I have? I didnt even realize” You quickly say, feeling your heart start to race. you had hoped he wouldn’t of noticed

“yeah, since the summer started I havent seen ya at all”

“oh my bad, been busy i guess” you really didnt want this kind of attention so you tried to push past him to do something else

Barto put his hands on your shoulder making you flinch from the sudden action. He made you look at him

“You know if somethings bothering you, we can talk about it. I just miss seeing you all the time”

You don't look him in the eyes. Feeling your own eyes water you look down and slump your shoulders. Barto took one of his hands off your shoulder and moved to hold your face, making you look back up at him

“Hey, talk to me”

“Barto, please. I like you I just dont want to jeopardize your career because of me. And i dont want you to hate me either” You let tears freely fall down your face

Bartolomeo pulled you in a hug and held you until you stopped crying. After you did you looked back up at him

“You good?” after a nod he continued “I honestly thought you were avoiding me because you caught onto my own feelings for you. I left ya alone for a while but I just really miss you and I dont want to lose you as a friend in my life. We can take things slow if you want to”

After another nod from you you hugged him again tighter than before

“It just takes some time, but everything will be alright” He head butted your head and smiled at you

#x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #bartolomeo #bartolomeo the cannibal #bartolomeo x reader #one piece x gn reader #i blink at 400 words and it suddenly became 1k words #pepsiwrites

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