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anadiasmount · 2 months

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can u make a small blurb of jude coming back to his and y/n’s apartment finding her passed out from studying so much. he wakes her up, sets up a bath for her, orders her food, and just takes care of her overall. 🙏🏼

okay bye… cause why is this actually me rn?? i’m so so so exhausted from uni and work i need to sleep for 2874828 days…🥲🤍

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it was weird you hadn’t responded to any of jude’s calls or texts from the last hour. he found it strange you didn’t at least read or made contact since the morning when he last texted you. he had a full day of recovery and media shooting with the team and all he wanted was to be with you.

“hi baby… erm- it’s me… i’m starting to get worried that you’re not answering my calls, did i do something wrong? just please call me back when you get the chance, i miss you darling…” jude said into your voicemail once again, resisting the urge to freak out or overthink.

from jude:

are you okay?

y/n you're starting to worry me

call me back please

okay I'm headed to your place right now.

he sent you one last text before finally deciding it was just best to make sure everything was okay and go to your flat in person. he grabbed some of your favorite takeout and a book you’ve had on your list before finally heading over.

jude slowly knocked on your door with no answer, waiting impatiently and biting the inside of his cheek to hear a response but nothing was heard. he knocked again, calling out for you, and then wasted no time to slide the extra key you gave him into the slot, twisting it open rapidly and opening the door.

“y/n?”

he looked around and saw your office door open, setting the food and book down before sprinting to you. a full panic mode in him as his pulse raced at any scenario of you being left alone or something happening to you.

"y/n? are you okay?" jude asked carefully as he was faced with you slumped on the huge bean bag asleep. your hair in a messy bun, glasses almost falling down your face, ipad full with notes, a spreadsheet and planner open with your pencil on the floor, and a video lecture continuing to play as you slept soundly.

jude chuckled before crouching down and pressing kisses on your head, a small groan escaping your lips as you wiggled around in the bean bag. "y/n... wake up my love..." jude laughed as he felt you pull him closer to you, taking your glasses off and grabbing all your school stuff and setting it onto your desk.

"jude? w-ha-t what are you doing here?" you yawned squinting your eyes before rubbing them to get used to the lighting. "cmon up up up, stretch your muscles out, you were sleeping in an uncomfortable position baby," jude said as he helped you up. "no no," jude chuckled as you hugged him tight and almost made him lose balance.

"i missed you too," jude snuggled you closer, kissing your head repeatedly as you muffled your words. "how come you didn't tell me you were coming? i could've made something," you said with your eyes closed, snuggling into his neck as you breathed in his cologne.

"i did! i left you like five voicemails, and so many texts because you didn't return my calls," jude says still smiling at your sleep state. you gave him a confused look, detaching yourself and looking through your watch and seeing all the missed notifications from your boyfriend.

"oh my god! you did! i'm sorry jude, i didn't mean to make you worry handsome. i was studying for my test and i must've slept through all of them," you ran a hand along your face clearly upset and fatigued from the past exhausting few days. "i think i fell asleep right after our call this morning."

"if anything i'm glad you were sleeping and catching up on rest. all you've done this past week is uni and then study, study, study. you know how proud i am of you always for being dedicated to school, but you also know how much i hate seeing you overwork yourself," jude kissed your hands softly and then pecked your lips twice lovingly earning a hum from you.

"and before you say it, i know how hard the term is and how much you have to pay to every single detail, but right now i don't care. i'm going to run my beautiful girlfriend a bath, and after she's done her favorite takeout will be waiting for her, okay? how does that sounds?" jude said in a sincere voice making your heart melt with adoration and feeling grateful for him.

"that... actually sounds very nice..." you sighed out a breath of relief, following jude who was now in your restroom. jude touched the water to make sure it was hot to your liking, adding epson salt, some of your favorite scented oil, and a vanilla bean bath bomb.

jude helped undress, kissing every inch of your skin, and muttering praises how beautiful and proud of you he was, helping you get into the bubbly bath. "i'll be in the living room okay? going to order some food and those red velvet cookies you love so much," jude felt you squeeze his hand thanking him.

"thank you jude."

"just sit back and relax.”

“that was actually so nice…” you say drying your hair with a towel walking into the kitchen, feeling refreshed without worries of uni or work. you look around and gasp, seeing candles lit and a fresh bouquet of flowers sitting on your island. “what’s all this?” you ask jude who is leaned on the counter with his arms crossed.

“if it’s going to be a proper self-care night, we need candles lit, the house to smell like flowers and maybe this?” he pulls out a book from your wishlist. jude sees your eyes go wide full with excitement, “oh my god? how did you know i’ve been wanting this?” you try to each for it but he lifts it up in the air.

you squint your eyes at his teasing matter, “nuh uh. you made me think i had done something, and the last i want is to spend my night with my girlfriend dug into her deep book instead with me,” jude shakes his head seeing your frown. “to my defense, i was getting my well deserved sleep, no?”

“and you ignored my calls…”

“jude.”

“y/n.”

“fine you win,” you say rolling your eyes, placing the towel on the chair before leaning up and kissing him like a starved women. jude releasing a groan and slowly bringing his arm down to wrap around your waist, “can’t get enough of you y/n… especially when you smell so good.”

“let’s eat, cookies will be here before we finish eating. i’ve already set up the living room with warm blankets and your favorite soap opera,” jude says with a small smile, earning a squeal from you and clap of your hands. “you tried to deny about liking the show, saying you hated it, but what do we have here?” you tease as you sit down in the chair. “for someone who slept the whole day you sure are blabbering a lot,” jude scoffed playfully.

after eating dinner and finally being able to read at least the cover and back page of your new book, jude laid on top of you as you watched the tv, two uneaten cookies and your empty mugs on the coffee table. “are you feeling better?” he asks, looking up seeing you almost sound asleep. “mhmm, just feeling tired now…”

jude traced his hands on your are thighs, drawing small shapes and his name as you drift off to sleep to soothe you. his eyes grew heavy, but wanting to finish the episode to find out who the main character would end up with to tease you the next day. “don’t watch it without me. i see you falling asleep, so sleep,” you deadpanned slapping his shoulder gently and turning the tv off. “love you jude. goodnight.”

“goodnight beautiful.”

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reiderwriter · 5 months

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May I please request a fic where Spencer finds out about the new female team member’s love for gaming by seeing her play her Nintendo Switch on the jet? Bonus if he sees her struggling to beat something like Five Nights At Freddy’s or Catherine Full Body and he helps her out much to her shock

A/N: Thanks for requesting! I'm not much of a gamer myself, so it took a while to figure out what I should write. I went with FNAF because I’ve literally been held hostage by that Josh Hutcherson Whistle tiktok for the last seven days, so I hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: mild spoilers for FNAF 4 Night 8, fluff.

“What is that?” Spencer asked casually, glancing over at the screen from his seat on the jet.

For some reason, despite facing monsters in real life, you'd been addicted to horror games in your downtime. Apparently, it was better for you if the crazy murderers were actually sentient animatronics possessed by the ghost of murdered children.

“It's a Nintendo Switch. It's a video game.” You replied without looking at him, heart racing from the pressure of the level.

“Like pacman?”

“Yes, Spencer, like pacman.” You sighed in frustration, trying to avoid running into the animatronics running around the building your character was supposed to be guarding.

“Then why is the screen black,” he said, just as Mad Freddy snuck up on you in the game and you lost the level. You sighed, head falling back in defeat.

You'd been stuck on night 8 of FNAF 4 for at least a week now, but who could blame you? You had to play completely in the dark, and you were dealing with some of the worst animatronics, too.

You'd been so happy to discover 20202020 mode, and you'd passed night 7 easy enough and they were honestly pretty similar, but one week into consistently playing it in all of your downtime, and you were seconds away from sacrificing your switch to the animatronic gods.

“It's supposed to make it more challenging. I think it's just impossible.” You threw the switch down, making sure all your progress (or lack of it) was saved.

“Can I try?” Spencer curiously asked from beside you, smiling at the soft pout on your face.

“Are you sure? It's not exactly your style…?”

“Humor me.”

You passed him the switch, showed him the controls, and snuggled back against your seat, eager to catch some sleep now suddenly. You had just closed a long case, and you may as well try to sleep now before the pile of paperwork made that impossible.

If it was easy to fall asleep, it was impossible to drag yourself from sleep.

You'd felt the familiar movements of the jet jostle you side to side, but you also felt a warmth next to your body that was too comfortable to convince you to even crack an eye open.

After a week on the case, plus a week trying to solve the game level, you really hadn't slept soundly in some time.

So when someone shook your shoulders, you simply ignored the motion again and cuddled closer to the arm and chest you'd wrapped yourself around.

Until you realised that the arm and chest had to belong to a person. And the only person that could be was Spencer Reid.

“It's okay, I'll wake her up, you guys go ahead.” You heard him say, with a few muffled voices agreeing.

You decided to just play dead as you heard the shuffling sounds of the rest of the team climbing off the jet. At which point you just happened to stretch yourself naturally out of your peaceful sleep.

“Spencer?” You yawned, trying to sound confused. “Did we arrive?”

You disentangled yourself from his body, realising that in facing him, your faces had hovered centimetres apart from one another. His breathing was calm, but you could feel his heart beating hard as you pulled away from him, mind racing at the not so innocent touches he traced down your skin as he let you go.

“Yeah, the team got off already. We should probably head out, too, before the cabin crew comes through to reset.”

You stood yourself up and grabbed your things, including your switch, now packed carefully into its carry case.

“So, you gave up as well, huh?” You laughed at the obvious sign of Spencer's white flag.

“What do you mean?” He said, grabbing his own bags now he was free from your grasp.

“The game? It was hard, right?” You smiled at him as he collected himself and turned back to you, pausing slightly.

“I finished the game.”

“What?” You whirled around on him, voice breaking through your lips before you could control it.

“I finished the game. I was just watching the credits when you… made yourself comfortable.”

You felt embarrassment spread through your body but pushed it down to make space for the sheer disbelief that known technophobe Spencer Reid had completed the video game you'd been struggling with for the past week.

“How?” was the only word that would leave your mouth as you froze in the aisle.

“There was a pattern to it. I realised if I went between the left door, the bed, and the right door, the fox thing-”

“Nightmare Foxy.”

“Right, Nightmare Foxy wouldn't come out of the closet. And then the others wouldn't pop up until 4am, and after that, it was pretty easy to get through.”

“Oh my god.” You stood in awe, blocking the aisle and forcing Spencer to stop next to you as well.

“You have to show me how. Please, Spencer, I need to see it.”

You hadn't realised your hand had crept up to grab his sleeve, pushing closer to him slightly.

“Are you free this weekend?” He whispered back at you as you realised that the space between you was miniscule. You could only nod your confirmation enthusiastically.

“Then it's a date.” He whispered again, pushing past you and letting himself off the jet.

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writingquestionsanswered · 3 months

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Writing Isn't Flowing/Word Count Low

Anonymous asked: I saw people doing 10k words a day challenge on YouTube and it made me think about making my own writing sessions longer/more productive. Not 10k words, but something more sustainable for me. I have an outline, but I usually write about 500-800 words, rarely 1k, when the words start to feel heavy and I need to take a break. Sometimes the inspiration is there and the words flow, but more often than not I have this heavy feeling. I try not to focus on word count too much, but still think I'm writing too slow. Any tips on how to write more? 🌸

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The first thing to look at is your outline, because people say "I have an outline" but their outline is, "Sarah wakes up and goes to school, she meets a cute guy, then later he asks her out. Then she gets in trouble in class and goes to detention. Then after school, there's a big fight. Sarah is late getting home and gets in trouble with her mom." That's not really an outline so much as a really general summary of events. An outline would be: Sarah wakes from a strange dream to the sound of her brothers arguing. After calming them down, she helps her dad get everyone fed then walks to school with her best friend Maria. Maria tells her about a cute boy she met at the library the previous evening... Outlines are more detailed so there's not as much guesswork to do when you sit down to write.

Consider your current situation, because sometimes the words aren't flowing for obvious reasons. Are you tired? Not feeling well? Distracted? Overwhelmed? Uncomfortable? Sometimes these things can be helped, like making sure you get more sleep and trying to minimize distractions, but you can't help it if you're not feeling well or if you have a lot on your mind. But, really taking the time to analyze your situation and see what you can help does make a difference.

Fill your creative well by consuming other stories (TV, movies, books, video games, etc.) and by doing creative exercises and things to help your creativity flow. Guide: Filling Your Creative Well

Try writing sprints. If you have a solid outline, a full creative well, and no obvious situational dampers to your writing, you might try doing writing sprints instead of sitting down for long writing sessions. You can experiment with how much time works best for you. Many people do 30-minute sprints, but you could do ten, fifteen, or twenty. Any number that works. So, you would choose the length, set a timer, and sit down to write until the timer goes off. When it does, you'll take a break. You might stretch for ten minutes, go for a short walk, put a load of laundry in, tidy up your room... then, you set the timer and go again. Breaking up your writing session into sprints can be a great way to keep yourself engaged and to minimize that sense of the words getting heavy.

Last but not least, if none of the above work, try reading through the relevant posts on my Motivation master list of posts.

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mostlymarvelsstuff · 5 months

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To Call You Mine, Drabble #2: Trauma

Authors note: Takes place after Drabble #1, but before Ch 10

Summary: Nat has a hard day after you're called into work on your day off by Tony. And you are reminded of the hurt and pain Bruce inflicted upon your beautiful Omega.

Warnings: talk of past domestic violence/assault, ptsd

Word count: 3776

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Natasha jolts awake to the sound of your phone ringing and not realizing that it has already awoken her, you quickly toss the covers aside and walk a fair distance away before groggily answering.

“Hello?.....Okay…..Yeah, I can be there…..See you soon”

You turn around with the intent to wake your mate and explain what was going on only to find her already starting to sit up with her sleep filled eyes staring at you. You sigh, regretting that your pregnant Omega was now awake so early due to your phone.

“I’m sorry, my love” you apologize, sitting down on her nest again

She does her best to steady her heart rate and breathing before speaking, “What- what's going on?”

“That was Tony. Unfortunately one of the security guards that was scheduled to be in today has had a major family emergency, and I’m the only one that answered his call, so it looks like I’ll be heading into work today”

“Oh…okay”

You immediately pick up on her unease, which was likely due to the fact that you hadn’t had to go into Stark Industries for a full day of work since her pregnancy. And even before that you’d never had to go in on such a short notice, which gave her time to make plans with the likes of: Yelena, Clint, Wanda or Carol.

“Omega, are you okay?” you ask, worried she’ll be upset at your departure

“Yes, I just…I’m not used to being alone. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it's ok love.” you soothe, cupping her face, “I'm sorry I have to go in, you know I’d rather be here with you. But we can video chat on my lunch break, ok?”

“Okay, thank you Alpha”

“Of course” you say with a nod before leaning in to kiss her temple, “Now I need to get ready. I’ll wake you to say goodbye if you fall back asleep”

“Okay” she answers, though she knows the likelihood of that happening is low as she’ll be too anxious thinking about the possibilities of what she’ll do without you and any friends for the day

Sure enough, when you get out of your very fast shower ten minutes later she is still wide awake and staring at the ceiling. Your heart aches at the scene, but unfortunately you don’t have the time to dwell on it as you need to get dressed. You head to the closet and get your black suit, white dress shirt and black tie out. You grab a pair of boxers and slide them on before putting the rest of your attire on.

As you take a seat on the side of your bed to slide on your shoes she gets up from the nest and makes her way over to sit next to you. She leans her head against your shoulder and lets out a sigh, as she's not quite ready to without your presence. You pause what you're doing and wrap an arm around her waist to hold her even closer. She takes this gesture a step farther by wrapping her arms around your neck as she buries her face against your collarbone.

Your hold on her tightens a bit as you rub soothing circles into her back, “Do you want me to try calling anyone? That way you don’t have to be alone?”

She shakes her head, “No, don’t wanna bother anyone. I’ll be ok, I’ll just miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too, detka(baby)” you assure her, kissing the top of her head

She kisses your neck in return before pulling away to kiss you properly. She smiles against your lips when she feels your hand reach down to caress her belly, and she wonders if you even realize you do that now. Maybe it’s something you do due to a subconscious protective instinct, or maybe you actively do it as a form of comfort for the both of you. Whatever the cause, she enjoys the extra bit of affection.

“I love you”

“I love you too, Y/n” she responds, tightening her hold on you for a bit before finally letting go, “Drive safe”

“I will. Try and head back to bed for a bit, okay? It's still early”

She nods and watches you head out of the bedroom before she climbs back into her nest. She waits to hear the door that leads to the garage close before allowing herself to curl up under the covers once more. She's unsure how much rest she’ll manage to get without you beside her, but the knowledge that the sun hasn’t even begun to peak over the horizon tells her that she at least needs to try.

At some point she had been able to drift back asleep, as she's now awoken to see the sunlight spilling through the gaps in the blinds accompanied by the gentle coos of her pup coming through the monitor.

Gently rubbing the swell of her belly she speaks softly to her unborn pup, “We better get up, your brother must be hungry”

She lazily stretches before getting out of her nest to head up to Dimas room. But as she starts to walk up the stairs, she becomes aware of the familiar feeling of anxiety bubbling in her chest. She feels a bit silly, because there wasn’t a reason for it. This is her home, and she was safe here, as are her pups. And she's a grown Omega, therefore she's capable of being without her Alpha for a few hours. Besides, Bruce didn’t want pups to raise them, but as a form of control so she was usually left to her own devices anyway. So what was the difference? She's used to this, she’ll be fine.

As she enters her pups room a soft smile takes over her features and his excited noises momentarily take her mind off of her anxious thoughts. She heads over to his nest and picks him up and places a kiss on one of his chubby little cheeks as takes him over to his changing table.

“Good morning malen'kiy(little one)” she coos as she undresses him and begins to change his diaper, “Mama had to work, so it’s just the two of us today”

A soft little meow from the doorway reminds Nat that her statement is actually wrong, and she looks over apologetically to the kitten that is strutting into the room

“Sorry Liho. It's the three of us”

After changing her pups diaper and putting him in a suitable outfit, she takes him downstairs for breakfast. She doesn't plan on making anything too extravagant, just some scrambled eggs with ham chunks for Dima and an omelet for herself.

Normally when cooking she lets him play in the living room, in his bouncer or playpen while the tv plays one of his shows. But today, for some strange reason, she just doesn’t feel good about that. So instead she sets him up in his highchair at the table instead and sets up her phone so he can watch something while she cooks.

After she's fed him, and herself, she heads into the living room where she settles down on the sofa. She scrolls through the guide until she finds a show to watch and then she leans back and allows her boy to suckle. Once he's gotten his fill of her milk she sets him down in his playpen with a few of his toys with the intent to let herself relax, but she just can’t seem to.

She feels a bit restless, and there's a nagging in the back of her mind that just keeps repeating that she needs to keep an eye on Dima. So, being one to not ignore any of her instincts, she listens. She settles down on the floor next to the pups playpen to ensure she's within arms reach should anything occur, and she allows her show to become mere background noise as she starts to play with him.

After a while Dimas interest shifts from playing with his toys to the tv, so Nat reluctantly stands and moves back over to the couch to grab the remote. She switches the channel to some cartoons for him, not like she’d been paying attention to what she’d put on for herself anyway, and decides to try and relax a bit. She's not usually so on guard, and she's wondering if it might be something new her pregnancy hormones have brought on. She knows its normal to be more protective and possessive while with pup, but- THUMP

Her head immediately swivels in the direction of the sudden noise, and she's almost certain she can feel her heart beating through her ribcage. She waits a moment, straining her ears to pick up any other sounds that could be perceived as out of the norm, but she doesn’t hear anything more. She quickly grabs her phone and opens up Carol's contact before she rises to her feet and quietly makes her way in the direction she believes the noise came from.

When she gets closer to your home office she spots the perpetrator, Liho, who is perched atop your large bookshelf. Undoubtedly it hitting the wall as she jumped up there is what caused the earlier sound. But this fact does little to calm the Omega. Her pulse is still racing as she turns to head back to the living room, and when she realizes she can no longer hear her pup from her current location, she practically sprints back.

She pockets her phone and rushes to him, carefully picking him up to assess him. He smiles wide and excitedly kicks his feet upon seeing his Mama, and she lets out a sigh of relief. She keeps him in her arms as she sits back down on the sofa, and tries her best to become calm again. Or at least, as calm as she had been before Liho made her mind and heart race.

He’s okay. She internally assures herself, cupping his chubby little cheek in her hand. She then moves that same hand to her bump and gently caresses it. We’re okay. She takes a deep breath in an attempt to help herself calm down and after a while it seems to have worked. True she's still on edge, but the feeling of dread is back to the level it had been earlier when she awoke.

Despite having to take care of and entertain Dima, the next few hours had gone by incredibly slowly for your mate. She's sure this had to do with how much she missed your presence along with the anxiety that's still simmering in the back of her brain, and she finds herself wishing that you’d only had to work half a day today. Still, she's at least thankful that you’ll be able to call her on your lunch break. Which should be any second now.

As if on queue her phone rings and the quickly mutes the tv before answering, “Hi, my love”

“Hi detka(baby)” you greet, smiling as her face takes up your phone screen, you missed her more than you expected to. But you had a feeling she was feeling the same, “Everything going alright at home?”

She had debated on telling you the truth of how poorly she was handling her anxiety today, but as soon as she saw your face on her screen she decided against it. She could already see you were stressed, the furrow between your brows and the tightness of the muscles in your neck showed her that much. And the last thing she wanted to do was add to that by causing you to worry about her.

“Lihos been a bit mischievous today, but were doing good”

“I’m glad to hear that” you admit, and Natasha watches as your shoulders relax, in turn causing her to relax a bit. “You had something for breakfast, right?”

She nods, “Yes, of course. I made an omelet for myself while I mad Dimas eggs and ham”

“Good. You'll be happy to know that I grabbed myself a breakfast sandwich from the corner bakery on the way into work”

She smiles, knowing how hard it was for you to remember to eat something when you were up so early, “Did you get sausage or bacon on it?”

“Both” you answer, causing her to chuckle, “Any plans for lunch?”

She's about to respond, but she is cut off by a rather incessant knocking that she can only assume is coming from your office door. Your jaw tightens as you look over in the direction of your door and she can clearly tell this interruption has frustrated you.

“One second love” you tell her, setting the phone down to go and deal with whoever it was. She can’t help but fidget while you're away, her mind busy with thoughts of how to help soothe you once you return home to her. She's so lost in these thoughts that you had to call her name a few times to regain your attention.

“Are you sure you're alright, my Omega?” you ask, a hint of worry evident in your tone

She swallows the lump of truth in her throat that's threatening to surface, “Yes Alpha, just got distracted checking on Dima, that's all.”

You nod, “Well, thankfully that was just Happy with my lunch. Tony ordered me my favorite since I had to come in today”

“That was nice of him” she says, glad that you could at least enjoy that if nothing else today

“Mhm” you agree, unwrapping your sandwich, “What will you two be having?”

“I haven’t decided yet” she answers. Because truthfully shed been too excited to hear from you on your break to focus on anything else lunch related

You smile at that, causing her to look at you quizzically, “Well, good. Because I ordered the two of you something. It should be there by the time we have to hang up”

“Y/n, you didn’t have to do that”

You wave her off, “Nat, baby, your at home taking care of our pup while with pup. The least I could do is provide you both with a meal so you don’t have to cook. Besides, Tony offered to buy”

She smiles at both your bosses generosity and yours, “Well thank you Alpha, and be sure to thank Tony for me too”

“I will. Now I should go so I don’t have to inhale everything before I’m back on shift” you joke, but she can tell by the slight downturn of your lips that you didn’t truly want to go

“Alright, I love you”

“I love you too, Natty.” you respond, blowing her a kiss in order to see her smile again, “I’ll see you in a few hours”

She lets out a sigh after hanging up with you. In her current headspace, a few hours was likely to feel more like an eternity. But at least she didn’t have to worry about lunch now. And true to your word, a knock sounds at the door then. She answers it and retrieves the food, setting it at the table before bringing Dima into the dining room too. She opens the bags to find its all from her favorite Italian place and that you had gotten her several different dishes to ensure that she could have a bit of everything now and still have some for later cravings. If this didn’t improve her mood she didn’t know what would.

You sigh as you finally pull into the driveway, a bit more tired than usual due to last night's troublesome sleep and the emergency shift that you’d been called into this morning. It definitely took a toll on you that no cups of coffee had been able to fix, and you couldn’t wait to just get inside to see your pup and Omega.

You stretch after getting out of the car and then make your way into the house, doing your best to not trip over Liho as she excitedly circles your feet. You bend down to pet her a few times before gently shooing her further into the house. You were happy to see her, but you really wanted to see your Omega. And Dima too of course.

When you enter the kitchen, you see her. Her back is to you as she stands at the sink, apparently doing a few dishes while Dima sits in his bouncer that's been moved to the dining room so she can still keep an eye on him. Now that you're here with them again, you can finally feel yourself relax. Knowing they had been alone here today had your protective instincts going into overdrive at work. You’d nearly pelted the Beta that got too close to Pepper and Morgan as he walked past you all in the hallway, and they weren’t even yours

“God I missed you” you breathe out, cutting through the peaceful silence with an innocent declaration of affection you hope will warm your mates heart

But instead you only succeed in startling her. You watch her body jolt as she spins around to face you, sending the mug that had been in her hands spiraling down to the tile floor below. The sound of it shattering has her eyes widening even more than they had been and this was her anxieties final straw. She couldn’t upset you, she just couldn’t. You’d had such a long day full of stress and you had still managed to care for her and Dima. And here she was greeting you by causing a scene and a mess. She couldn’t bear it if you looked at her in disappointment, or worse if you verbally told her of your disdain for her actions. She had to make this right.

You feel immediate guilt wash over you upon realizing just how badly you must have startled her to cause such a reaction, but before you can even begin to apologize, and to your abject horror she immediately drops down to her knees in front of the debris

“Natasha!”

“I’m sorry Alpha, I’m so sorry!” she apologizes, not realizing you had been shouting because she was now picking the broken pieces up with her hands and not because she broke it in the first place, “Please don’t be mad!”

Her pleading has your heart aching in you chest, and you try your best to approach her in a way that doesn’t further trigger her, “Omega- ”

“Please!” she stresses, bottom lip trembling, “It was an accident, I promise it won’t happen again!”

You kneel beside her and grab her wrists, forcing her to drop the broken pieces that are now stained with blood from fresh cuts that litter her hands. She prepares herself to be berated, but instead is met with your warm embrace as you pull her against you.

“I didn't mean to, I'm sorry Alpha. I'm sorry”

“Shhh, it's alright Natty. It was an accident. I'm not mad. You're not in trouble” you assure her, nuzzling into her scent gland

“I- I’m not?”

Her confusion pains you, and in that moment you want nothing more than to roast Bruce over a pit of hot coals, “No baby, you're not. You're not in trouble. You're safe here, remember?”

Her brain finally begins to clear, and a guttural sob leaves her as she realizes the truth in your words. You weren’t like Bruce, and you never would be. You were Y/n, her amazingly kind Alpha.

“I’m sorry” she whimpers, turning to bury her face against your chest “I didn’t mean to react like you were him. I know you're not. I know”

You hold her even tighter, “It’s okay Omega. Sometimes, you can’t help these things. Certain things are going to cause this type of reaction, and though it saddens me to see you like this, I will never take it personally”

You continue to hold her as she cries, offering her nothing but soothing touches and gentle words. Once she seems to have calmed down, you stand with her, and look over to see that despite everything Dima is still happy to be playing in his bouncer. Content with this you scoop your Omega up in your arms and carefully place her on the counter next to the sink.

She watches as you turn on the water, letting it get warm as you find the bandages and antibacterial cream you keep out here in case of emergencies. You reach a finger in to feel the water, and content with it you take her hands in yours and help her clean the wounds. Satisfied with how they look now you apply a bit of cream to each of them before placing a bandaid over them and then you gently kiss her hands before helping her down

“Go get comfortable in the living room baby. I’ll sweep this up and bring Dima in”

She looks at you, guilt still evident on her features, “But- ”

“No buts” you tell her, leaning in to place a soft kiss against her lips, “Go on now, I’ll only be a moment”

“Okay”

Sure enough, it hadn’t taken you long at all and she smiled as you and her pup entered the room. You kiss his cheeks a few times before placing him down in his playpen and then you sit down next to your mate.

“Come here” you mumble as you wrap your arms around her, pulling her into your lap

She practically melts into your embrace as your scent surrounds her, bringing her an easy sense of comfort and security, allowing her to finally begin to truly feel at ease. You place gentle kisses against her collarbone and cheek as you hold her,

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was having a hard day. I just knew you were too, and I didn’t want to make things worse for you”

“You could never make things worse for me, Omega” you tell her, cupping her face gently, “I’m just sorry I wasn’t here today to help you through it.”

She shakes her head, “You were when I needed you most, and you took care of me. Thank you, Alpha”

“I’ll always take care of you, you don’t ever have to thank me for that”

“I know I don’t have to” she admits, nuzzling against your chest, “But you deserve to know how grateful I am for everything you do. I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too, Natty” you reply, squeezing her affectionately before moving one of your hands to her stomach, “Everything gonna be okay”

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ꨄ︎『Sneaky Links』ꨄ︎ (PART 1)

Sukuna x Reader (Mentions of Yuji x Reader)

18+ Minors - DNI

PART 1 of 2

Summary: Y/N is a dickmatized manipulative brat. Sukuna is Sukuna. Poor sweet Yuji is collateral damage. CW: cheating, rough play, unprotected sex, spit play, brat taming, spanking, pussy slapping, manipulation, fingering, anal play, edging, tit job, blow job, slight dubcon, sukuna being toxic, y/n thinking with her pussy not her brain (but it’s hard not to when you got that wet wet). WK: 3.1k of 8.5k Slightly Black female coded but no descriptors.

A/N: All I do is eat hot chip and bump Spotify so nearly everything I write has song(s) that goes with it.

Sukuna POV: I Mean It - G-Eazy (this mv is so unsrs but I'm criiiine imagining Sukuna as G-Eazy in this video lmfao) Reader POV: You Right - Doja Cat (not like Sukuna couldn't be The Weeknd POV here but he's so much more of an asshole than that)

Enjoy!

‘2:37 AM’. Fuck.

You had to stop looking at the clock, it was only making you more restless. Usually sleep came to you easily as the peaceful dark of your room and light snores coming from your boyfriend Yuji would lull you into a comforting slumber each night.

You sighed.

Your head lay on Yuji’s chest and his arm was loosely draped around your waist. This has become your typical sleeping position since moving in with each other. You have only been living together for over a little over a month now. But living with Yuji was great, even if your apartment was smaller than you would have liked.

Despite the both of you being full fledged sorcerers and risking your lives constantly, exorcizing curses didn’t pay the best salary. You wanted something bigger but it was cheap enough to allow the both of you to save for something much better down the line.

It was Yuji who had mentioned that fact to you, to both console your protests and to hint at more promises for the future. That had been enough to make you giddy and you would have agreed to live in a closet if it meant you could be together.

Sure, Yuji could be a little clueless at times but he always tried his best to make you happy. The two of you rarely had any disagreements even when you were being a stubborn brat. His easy going nature took your faults in stride, meeting your needs without complaint.

Yuji was always doing sweet things for you like waking up a bit earlier so you could drink your coffee (that he always burnt) in bed. He would shower you with soft kisses to coax you awake with a wide grin and a whispered ‘good morning’ that made you feel warm just remembering it.

You really couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend.

You were happy with Yuji.

You love him and are very happy with Yuji.

Sigh.

So then why exactly is your mind torturing you with thoughts of the cursed object inside your boyfriend taking control of his body and fucking you dumb into the mattress?

You caught yourself unconsciously chewing your lip in nervous anticipation.

Your mind couldn’t allow you to sleep because it was filled with Sukuna, The King of Curses and every jujutsu sorcerer’s sworn enemy.

Your enemy.

How could you let it come to this?

You felt guilty but it’s not like you had asked for this to start happening. That said, you made no real attempts to stop Sukuna thus far from showing up to fuck you before disappearing again like a thief in the night.

Rode hard and put away wet, he used you on his whims and it had been happening more frequently ever since the first week after you and Yuji moved-in together.

The fateful night it started was the night of your housewarming party, ironically enough.

You honestly didn't even want a damned housewarming, you recalled looking back. You thought it was impractical and a bit embarrassing to throw a housewarming for such a small flat.

Everyone would be on top of each other the entire night.

But Gojo had insisted, promising to supply the drinks and food which automatically had Yuji on board, so you just gave in. Anything to get Gojo out of your hair and seeing Yuji so excited made you smile.

The housewarming itself went well until the six eyed sorcerer had suggested a ‘friendly’ drinking game. All which would have been fine if Gojo hadn’t brought over what he called Reggae Punch.

However, it wasn’t the standard recipe of peach liqueur and oolong tea you could find in any Tokyo bar. The dark orange drink Gojo concocted was a heavy mixture of actual punch and different liquors that you couldn’t identify until you were already 2 cups in.

The son of a bitch. He had literally tricked y’all into drinking Jungle Juice.

You were already faded as hell by the time the game started so you eliminated yourself early on purpose.

Yuji, who was a good boy and never even took a sip of alcohol until he was legal earlier this year, actually thought he stood a chance at winning against his seniors. He foolishly joined-in with earnestness.

Rolling your eyes at the memory, the night ended as expected. Yuji was beyond shitfaced.

His head hung heavy and was barely still on the low chabudai table by the time Nanami (the winner) had dragged a drunken Gojo out of your apartment, who was still singing songs from the pricey digital karaoke machine he had gifted the both of you earlier in the night.

Maki and Yuta, sensible enough to stop drinking early like you, had already left.

Meaning Nobara, Inumaki and Megumi, all pretty lit themselves, had the near impossible task of dragging Panda home which you did not envy.

With everyone gone, getting Yuji into bed proved a far easier feat than expected.

You had left him some ibuprofen and pedialyte on the nightstand and a small bin next to the bed just in case he woke up and felt sick. You really didn’t mind taking care of your boyfriend who always took such good care of you.

You just wished it didn’t have to be this night. This night when you realized for the first time that mixing that much alcohol in large quantities just went straight to your pussy.

Pleasing yourself usually wasn’t an issue but after you pulled the second yet still unsatisfying orgasm from yourself is when Sukuna had made his appearance chuckling at your failed attempts.

Admittedly, you were terrified at first.

You had been dating Yuji for two years but Sukuna didn’t often show himself and he had never even addressed you directly before. It was dangerously easy to forget the most powerful evil sorcerer in existence was residing rent free inside your bf’s soul.

Nevertheless, you were hard up for a real release at that moment. A cloud of lust fogged your brain and it didn’t take much goading at all for your legs to spread like a warm jelly for The Curse King.

And he did not disappoint.

Sukuna’s sharp tongue flooded your ears with degrading praises sending electricity through your body that settled in your core where the even sharper strokes of his hips corrupted you from the inside out.

All your senses utterly stupefied, you came hard. You made a mess on him, yourself and your sheets.

And that was only round one.

Sukuna had near limitless stamina.

The next morning, achy and sore, you could barely look Yuji in the eye. You were preparing to beg for his forgiveness but you quickly realized he barely remembered the party, let alone what happened after.

In fact, it made you feel even more guilty that Yuji apologized to you. He was mad at himself for being so rough with you when he noticed the bites, bruises and marks that decorated your body thinking you both actually had sex the previous night.

You were the worst.

You really were the worst as truthfully, if you told him in that moment, he likely would have forgiven you then without question.

It’s not like you alone could stop Sukuna from doing anything he wanted to you while Yuji was unaware. You were a semi-grade 1 sorcerer, strong enough for most curses, but you would be kidding yourself to think you could take on Sukuna in a fight.

In fact wouldn’t the issue of Sukuna being able to take over Yuji’s body freely while he was unconscious be a much more pressing concern rather than how many times the curse king had made you squirt?

Yet in spite of the danger, the logic and your better judgment, you were too ashamed to tell Yuji what really happened.

That was because subconsciously a part of you knew it could happen again.

And it did.

Many times.

Except for tonight.

Sukuna had yet to make his appearance tonight.

In fact, he hadn’t shown up in the last 5 nights in a row. The longest you had gone without his dick since he started toying with you.

You recalled you had snapped at him after his last visit when his insults had started swaying from you to Yuji and his inability to please you. You told him never to visit you again and threatened to tell Yuji if he did.

Honestly you didn’t expect your threats to do much. They hadn’t previously.

As much as you wanted to be relieved that maybe Sukuna had finally grown sick of dealing with ‘Yuji’s bratty pillow princess’, a name he often called you while digging deep in your guts, you weren’t relieved at all.

If anything it annoyed you.

He hadn’t listened when you told him to leave you alone the first, second or third time so why now?

Why now after your cunt has started craving the burn of being stretched out by Sukuna?

You shiver, thinking of his heavy grip on the fat of your hips. His claws would be so dangerously close to breaking your delicate skin.

He constantly reminded you how easily he could rip you apart if he wanted to while he relentlessly clapped your cheeks from behind.

Near salivating, you snapped your head up a little too eagerly for your own liking when you felt Yuji stir beneath you thinking it was Sukuna and more than a little disappointed when it wasn’t.

You knew Yuji’s tender caresses should have made you melt, and it still did in a way. You were still in love with him.

But it wasn’t until Sukuna tainted you did you realize you didn’t want to be treated like a delicate princess.

You wanted to be manhandled.

You wanted to be made a mess of.

You wanted to be called names like the filthy cheating whore you were currently proving yourself to be. But Yuji was too tenderhearted to ever fuck you like you needed.

Squeezing your eyes shut as if you could block out all thoughts, you knew the reason you couldn't get to sleep was because you were horny for Sukuna.

The higher the heat in your belly rises the more sleep becomes impossible. Your clit burned in response to the heat in your belly which made your pussy flutter as it desperately clenched around nothing and pushed some of Yuji’s cum from earlier in the night out onto your thighs.

In that moment, all your resolve was lost.

Yuji was simply the appetizer and you were a famished woman. Still left starving for the main course.

Sukuna.

You swallow, unsure of yourself as you attempt to steel your resolve. You had already resigned yourself to the hell Sukuna put you in.

You turn your head deeper into Yuji’s chest and whisper softly against his pectorals, fingers lightly tracing his lower abs under the blankets.

“Yo…um.. Hey…Hey Sukuna… c-can you hear me?”

Silence.

You tried again. Nothing.

You huff, your patience waning.

“Damnit, Sukuna!” you whisper harshly, your voice rising slightly with irritation.

You waited more.

The only reply you received was the rise and fall of Yuji’s chest.

You were seeing red.

This lame ass motherfucker.

Was that it? Was he really done with you now after all this?

Slowly rising off of Yuji’s chest you glare down at your boyfriend as if you could somehow scowl past his body and into his soul at Sukuna.

You quietly mutter to yourself about ‘the headass lord king of body snatching curses who gots more dick in his personality than pants’ while you shuffle over to the night stand on the side of the bed.

You turn on the small light and dig deep into the drawers to pull out a toy you saved for nights you were particularly hard up and Yuji was out on a mission.

Sukuna may have been ignoring you but you could no longer ignore the throbbing screaming at you between your legs.

Maybe if you rubbed one out you could calm yourself down enough just enough to cease your anger at least.

You needed to make an attempt to relieve yourself before you really lost your mind and did something insane like knocking the mario coins out of your sweet unsuspecting boyfriend in frustration at the curse inside of him.

He didn’t deserve that.

Not like he deserved any of this, the curse inside of him nor a girlfriend like you who would spread her legs so easily for a cocky smirk and a big dick.

You closed your eyes and pushed that thought aside for now. You were sweating and near shaking in need of release.

Making yourself comfortable on the bed, you turn your vibrator on its lowest setting, so as not to disturb Yuji.

Dragging it across your skin, you snake a path for it down past your breasts, across your belly and lower still relishing the sensations across your body.

Licking your lips you barely ghosted your vibrator across your clit before a hand grabbed your wrist and another flung your toy across the room instantly smashing it into pieces.

“You really are a bratty fucking whore, you know that?”

The voice you immediately recognized as belonging to Sukuna.

And how could it not be?

It was more sultry than Yuji’s. The deep bass in his voice both teased and admonished you causing your aching clit pulsate to the rhythm of every syllable.

“As your King, I don’t recall giving you permission to touch that nasty little cunt, bitch.”

You whined in protest and attempted to pull away but it was futile in Sukuna's grip. You could feel the fire from his touch on your wrist alone beginning to spread and torch your entire body.

Exceeding the levels of any sexual frustration you ever knew in your life, his further denial to let you touch yourself threatened to spill the tears gathering in the corner of your eyes.

“I don’t recall asking you, my lord,” you spat his words back at him without thinking, “I’d ask you if you knew you were a trifling asshole but we-”

And in an instant he was on top of you.

His tattooed hands now hold both of your wrists, placing them up over your head effectively caging you in and shutting you up before you could even finish your sentence.

Your eyes widen in response to the hot snarl of his breath and the red of his glowing eyes burrowing into you.

The reality of who exactly you just decided to sass sunk in.

Sukuna on the other hand revels in your dismay.

“‘Eh? Triflin’” he said, mocking your tone and slang. “Me? Not the filthy slut who is begging me to use her boyfriend’s body to dick her down while he is sleeping? Then you have the fucking nerve to throw temper tantrums when I don’t.”

Fuck, he had heard your insults from earlier after all.

“You think a bratty bitch like you can summon me on your whims and so address me so casually at that? I’ve killed many for far less.”

He was close now, too close.

However, although hovering over you Sukuna still wasn’t touching you with the exception of the bruising grip on your wrists.

Despite the lack of contact your body still responded to the suffocating amount of heat and cursed energy radiating off his own. The intense primal instincts of your fear and arousal brewing together in your body was creating a toxic reaction, one which threatened to tear you apart if Sukuna didn’t first.

Your lip was quivering and your body was squirming beneath him.

You are completely at his mercy once again.

“And Yuji?” Sukuna continued mockingly.

His face dipped closer to yours and you let out the shaky breath you weren’t even aware you were holding.

“You’re so needy after he already gave you this dick tonight too? Tsk tsk, you really are a brazen n’ greedy whore.”

He was wrong.

Not about you being a whore, of course. You couldn’t deny that fact even if you wanted to at the moment.

But he was wrong by implying it was the same as if you were with Yuji.

When Sukuna took over, except for facial similarities, he was all but a different person.

Sukuna was taller, more muscular and thicker in all areas, his cock not being excluded from that. The tattoos that decorated his body and bound his dangerous muscles caused him to look more intimidating than Yuji ever could.

Even his scent was different. It was almost as threatening as his presence and was intoxicatingly masculine, more alpha.

You knew fighting him further was a losing battle. But you were still mad at him for ignoring you.

Nevertheless, he was here in front of you now.

You were so close to getting what you wanted. If you had to give up more of your dignity at this point then so be it, you didn’t have much left to covet anyway.

Completely surrendering yourself to him like the little bitch in heat that you were, you appeal to his ego in hopes he would fuck you.

“If you know I’m a whore then just fuck me like one already Sukuna. My King… please? Pretty please? I-I need you. Make me cum please.”, your saccharine tone contrasted with your depraved pleas coming out like a twisted prayer.

You humbled yourself and hated it. It broke the tears of frustration that had built in your eyes.

Moisture spilled down the sides of your face, yet you blinked through them in order to maintain eye contact with him.

The desperation that called to him from every fiber of your being was apparent to Sukuna, his smirk widening at your distress.

Releasing your hands in favor of your neck, a hand enclosed it applying pressure as he licked a tear trail down the side of your face.

“Tch, Even when desperate and begging you still can’t help but to be an insolent brat”, he whispered, blowing warm air into you that made you tingle.

That’s when you felt his tongue salaciously lick into your ear before pulling back to bite and suck at your lobe and neck, leaving more marks for you to try to cover in the morning.

The full weight of Sukuna’s naked body was now pressed upon yours. You whimpered as he had finally granted you the contact you craved for.

You could feel his heavy cock begin to twitch on your belly. You panted as you arched up into him, rubbing against his form creating beautiful friction between you both sending you into euphoria.

But as quickly as the contact was given, it was taken away.

“You should know by now, Y/N.... Disobedient brats need to be punished.”

Part 2

This was originally supposed to be a one-shot but it got a little out of control with writing the lewd scenes. Part 2 is almost done and is FILTHY omg. I will try to post by tomorrow night or Saturday. (updated as of 9/12).

Lol also for anyone who doesn't know Reggae Punch is actually a popular drink in Japan. I did not make that up. It really doesn't have much alcohol content in it at all. But I LOL'd at Gojo tricking them into drinking Jungle Juice cause its literally night and day.

Also imo, Nanami and his salaryman vibe you know would win a drinking contest out of any JJK man so thats canon to me (excluding Toji as according to official fanbook alcohol has zero effect on him so he doesn't even drink it).

Any mistakes please DM, no rude or criticizing comments please.

P.S. I promise I don't hate Yuji.

Reblogs, likes, comments appreciated!!

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sturniololoco · 3 months

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I KNOW YOURE CLEANING OUT YOUR INBOX BUT I WAS THINKING AFTER THE TRIPLETS NEW VID TODAY

SLS where reader and chris are the only two who dont test positive for covid, so they have to hunker down in chris’ room together. except, her and chris arent as close as her and nick and her and matt, so they disagree and argue a bit before they make up and bond <33

Covid

Sturniolo Little sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

Warnings: Sick, language, fighting, etc.

SLS/N's POV

Nick got covid right after last week's Friday video, then passed it on to Matt, so they both have to quarantine by themselves. Chris and I were still standing though, but now we had to quarantine together in his room, in the hope of avoiding the sickness.

"Hey, guys. As you know Nick got covid and now Matt has it now. So I'm stuck with this goofball until they all feel better," Chris said to the vlog.

I rolled my eyes and stuck my AirPods in my ears, not wanting to put up with his shit at the moment.

Chris and I aren't as close as I am with Matt and Nick. I'm not sure why though, I guess I just drift to people who aren't annoying little grimlins every time you try and talk to them.

It was finally dark outside and it was time for bed. after a day of hearing Chris talk and talk and talk into a camera has made my head began to throb.

But I wasn't going to bed anytime soon.

Chris was playing fortnight with Matt right now, and being extremely loud while doing it, banging on the table and screaming our strings of cuss words.

I walk over to his closet, yawning, pulling out one of his fresh Love hoodies and throwing it on, leaving the hood on. I snuggle under Chris's covers, getting warm, and being so tired that I fell fast asleep in the middle of my brothers bed, even with him screaming in the background.

Chris's POV

"Alright man, I'm tired as fuck. I'm signing off." I heard Matt say through my headset. I told him I loved him, then turned off my PC.

After throwing on some sweats and a sleep shirt, I walk over to my bed, ready to crash.

But I stop once I see SLS/N laying in the middle, snuggled up in one of my hoodies that was too big for her.

I couldn't help but thinking how adorable she looked, snapping a picture then sending it to Matt and Nick.

I eventually came to the conclusion that I was just gonna lift her really fast. I snaked my arms up under her and picked her up bridal style before laying down with her in my lap.

As I pulled the blankets up, I hear her mumble something incoherent in her sleep, snuggling close into my chest. I wrap my arms around her, drifting to sleep myself.

SLS/N's POV

I woke up this morning to the pounding headache that hadn't gone away over night like I hoped. I opened my back pack full of things I brought from my room and pulled out my emergency bottle of Tylenol, I climbed back into bed, popping two in my mouth.

Chris was still asleep, but I really wanted to snuggle up into his warmth like last night. I don't know why, but it felt so good getting cuddles from him. Probably because we don't hang out enough for me to ever get some on the regular.

I ever so gently lifted his arm, crawling under it before letting it go. I felt him stir as his hand hit the mattress and look up just in time to see him blink the sleep from his eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't mean too wake you up." I mumbled, kind of embarrassed.

"Its fine, I promise. Are you okay?" He asked, probably seeing the squint my face was making due to the throbbing in my head.

I shrugged and told him my head still hurt like a bitch.

"Well why don't you do your covid test then hop in the shower while you wait, The hot water will probably help your head." He said, reaching over to his night stand to grab a new test.

I hop out of the shower and change into some sweats and one of Chris's big t-shirts, then immediately go and check my test.

I reads negative, as does the one next to it which I assume is Chris's. I sigh in relief, not wanting to get sick at all.

I walk into Chris’s bedroom to see him scrolling on his phone in his bed. l’m surprised when I see him put his phone down and open his arms for a cuddle. I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his torso, the awkwardness only lasting half a second.

“hey sissy?” I hear him mumble quietly into my hair. I hum in response. He clears his throat thickly and I can hear the emotion in his throat.

“I just wanted to say that I’m glad we got to spend this time with you. I love you so so much and that will never change.”

I look up to see a tear fall from his eye, but he quickly whipes it away. I feel my own tears coming and I snuggle up close into his chest.

“That was cringey.” I say, laughing out a sob. He chuckles and wraps his arms around me, squeezing me tight.

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cheriladycl01 · 5 days

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I'm not scared! Colby Brock x MotoGPDriver! Reader Part 4

Plot: You made a tweet about Sam and Colby and were in a podcast and they brought up Sam and Colby where you talked about the paranormal and how it doesn't really scare you because you drive motorcycles at over 200mph.

Credit to misscalliopecruz for the GIF

You didn't realize just how easy it was for Sam and Colby to make calls to these haunted locations and be given permissions to film investigations.

You'd been set up for literally 3 days time which made you guys feel even more excited as it was such short notice. Colby and Sam spent the time charging all the equipment, booking hotels and doing all the admin stuff you'd offered to help them with but they'd refused saying you should try and get a few good nights of sleep while you could, so you stayed in your flat making sure you had a comfy enough outfit ready to go in.

Colby had practically begged you to wear their merch, so of course you took the hoodie he'd given to you. You'd planned to wear it with a pair of bootleg jeans as even though it was very clearly British Time you gathered in the middle of the night in an old creepy castle it would get cold. Which is why you were thankful for the hoodie rather than a top as the piece of merch Colby gifted you.

You kind of wanted to make Colby and Sam wear some of you Red Bull Merch but thought maybe that was going a bit too far so you left them packed away in the rucksack you were going to be taking with you.

You had a later night on the day before the investigation so you were able to stay up till around 4 or 5am, ending up waking up for around 11am. You did your morning workout before getting something to eat and had a slow evening before meeting up with the boys.

"Are you okay driving?" Colby asks as you all walk down to the car park of the hotel they were staying in.

"Any reason, or just because I'm the better driver?" you smirk, knowing full well you were the better driver.

"I just don't like driving in the UK, it's way more complicated than the US, those roundabouts... wild things!" he jokes, even though there was some truth to it.

"Yeah sure, I don't mind... but If I'm driving its my Spotify playlist on shuffle..." you reason and they both nod agreeing, not petty enough to start a disagreement over music, especially when you guys would probably have similar music tastes.

The drive to the castle was fun, you were all talking about the history you guys had researched and what was there.

When you pulled up, you got this zing of excitement down you spine.

"Guys, I'm really excited for this" you exclaim looking back at them getting all the stuff out the car while you were in awe of the building.

It was a huge location and you already knew that the boys would challenge you to go somewhere alone because of how big it was.

The boys got out their camera and you waited off to the side as they did their intro.

"What's up guys its Sam and Colby and today we are here a Dannamore Castle in the UK, one of the most haunted Castles in the world!" Colby says with that normal cryptic sort of look on his face.

"And as you guys probably expected from our recent trip to see out good friend, today we have Y/N Y/L/N here with us!" Sam introduces panning the camera round to you making you smile and bunch up closer to them.

"Hey!" you grin and the boys turn to you.

"Okay for those who don't know Y/N is a MotoGP rider to she basically rides motorbikes really quickly round race-tracks for a living and she's really good at it too. The reason she is here is because she said she wouldn't be scared to come onto one of our videos and we really want to put that to the test" Colby mentions and you blush at the praise, entirely used to but it still got you every time.

They cut the cameras after showing the outside of the area saying that they'd be filming a lot of the history out-takes in their studio at home and having watched their videos you knew what they meant.

Two men and a lady came out, one was the caretaker, another was a tour guide and the other a medium of sorts that worked with the place.

Sam and Colby started to talk to the caretaker that would help in showing you round later when you walked off.

You thought you saw something dash out the corner of your eye, Sam and Colby were too busy listening too all the ins and outs of the area, what rooms you didn't have access to which in this particular castle wasn't actually that many just the unsafe spaces where the wooden flooring had gotten too old and they hadn't rebuilt it yet.

"Where's your friend?" the caretaker asks seeing that the girl wasn't where she had been a minute ago.

The others look around trying to see if you were behind the car or near the entrance but you were nowhere in sight.

"Y/N?" Colby yelled out. Sam following with a shout of his own name.

"Yeah?" you ask walking from behind a stone wall that ran behind the castle into the gardens.

"Where did you run off to?" Sam asks and the caretakers also look intrigued.

"Something caught the corner of my eye and I wanted to see if anyone else was on the property" you shrug your shoulder making Sam look to the now turned on camera Colby had, as they had started to film the minute the group were aware that you were missing.

"You just left, because you saw something?" Colby asks and you nod, making Sam chuckle. They cut the cameras, giving you a small run down of the castle, which rooms you guys weren't allowed it and when you guys had to leave by.

They also further explained not having got there before that it would just be you guys in there tonight, the caretaker however stays in the barn that was technically 'on the property' but not inside the castle just for legal purposes.

"So this is the centre of the castle. Back in the day, all residents from the Dannamore family and their friends would have been around here as this was and still is a hub" the tour guide smiles as you all look around the expanse of the hall.

"Who was part of the Dannamore Family, I'm guessing we'll meet some of them tonight?" you smile asking intrigued.

"Well Drake Dannamore has always been the most present spirit we have here. He is the original resident of the castle" she starts and you all nod.

"Is he cool?" Colby asks making you turn to him in shock. How is he referring to a like 1000 year old spirit as cool.

"He's a kind spirit yes. Y/N you'll get most the activity from him, he's the protector of this house... practically the women" she smiles.

"Really? Why's that?" Sam asks.

"Well, Drake..." she starts and you guys hear a knock from the back of the room making you all look there and the guide and caretaker laugh a little.

"I think he's here with us!" she smiles looking around before continuing.

"He married Valisa Dupont a French Lady from a wealthy family. Their family gifted and built this castle as a sign of their gratitude for Drake protecting Valisa. However, Valisa did not love Drake and apparently she became very spiteful towards him. She would cheat on him with the bakers boy who worked and lived in the home. She neglected their children making Drake exhausted" she starts and you feel a sort of overwhelming sadness wash over you. Enough for you to reach up and hold you chest.

"Vasila attempted to kill Drake but ended up mistakenly poisoning his sister Darcey. He ended the relationship with her, and she was livid. He moved on and married Bianca, who mysteriously died one night after saying for years she felt like she was being watched. People working in the castle at the time reported that Vasila killed Bianca out of jealously. Drake was in anguish and after that refused to marry again. He tried to protect Bianca as much as possible thinking Vasila was terrorizing her. After that its said that Drake either pushed her or she threw herself from the east tower, falling to her death" she finishes and you all look in shock.

"So he protects females that come into the castle from Vasila, who i'm guessing remains here as a negative energy because he feels like he needs to do what he couldn't do for Bianca?" you ask and a creak or footsteps was heard from above making all your heads snap up.

"I'd take that as a yes!" Colby laughs making you laugh as well.

"So this is an active place for all the spirits?" Sam asks looking around.

"Not all, but most. Drake can be found here along with his children who are also protectors of the home. Bianca is also here who is a very friendly and kind spirit. But its not just people who have lived in the castle. There's portals here too" the caretaker answers showing the mirrors that were facing each other.

"Woah?" you say stepping closer to Colby where the mirrors are.

"So what do we need to be wary of?" Colby asks.

"Vasila, of course. She doesn't like any-one male or female. She's been known to touch and scratch and make lots of loud noises but she's only in certain areas of the house like the tower and the pantry room" she explains.

"Because of her relationship with the baker boy?" Sam asks and she nods.

"Y/N you'll need to be extra careful of the baker boy" she admits and you look off to the left.

"Why?"

"He doesn't like ... dominant women!" she exclaims looking down, making you frown with a small laugh.

"I'm a dominant woman?" you ask with a laugh.

"Just like your presence, the tattoos, biker personality and just your aura she means, your head strong which is something Madison didn't like" the medium says for the first time since being here.

"Madison?" Sam asks.

"The baker boy, that was his name Madison!" he answers.

This would make for an interesting night!

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sin-djarin · 8 months

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Video Nasty II: Restricted Viewing (Joel Miller x Fem!Reader)

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Rating: Explicit 18+. MDNI.

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: You found out what Joel likes, or did like, now he wonders the same.

Warnings: SMUT, porn with some plot, unspecified era, no mention of age (reader is in late 20s), mutual masturbation. No use of y/n.

A/N: I have nothing to say for myself. This was not meant to turn into anything more than a one shot. But it has haunted me since the weekend. I'm sorry if this is incoherent, and forgive me for any typos. Don't look at me.

For context, you should probably read part one first:

Part I

Masterlist

Please, I beg, put your ages in your bios. Ageless and empty blogs will be blocked!

Joel sleeps hot. It’s welcome in the winter months when he cradles you against him, keeping you safe from the cold. During the summer period though, the warmth from his body makes it difficult to drift off.

You and Joel don’t have the typical "couple" sleeping arrangements. There are no go to positions to fall asleep in. Sleep finds you when you’re both most comfortable. Sometimes you might wake up with your head nuzzled into his shoulder or his arm might find your waist during the night.

But now, in June, comfort means a decent amount of space separating you, the AC on full and in almost total darkness. The only sliver of light allowed to enter the bedroom comes from a small gap where the curtains meet the floorboards.

So, he doesn’t take offense when you turn your back on him, curl up into yourself and shut your eyes while he stays sprawled on his back beside you.

When Joel can’t sleep, he shifts his limbs around in the bed and fidgets. Even the weight of him lifting a leg and putting it back down again is enough to rattle the mattress on its frame. His breathing becomes more audible and to you – a little annoying. Tonight is one of those nights.

“What is it?” you ask.

“Nothin’”

“If something’s on your mind. Tell me”

“It’s nothin’” he repeats.

It is something, though because he’s restless. You can hear the scratching noises his fingers make through the hairs on his chin and the little puffs of air that escape through his nose.

“What do you watch?” he whispers. There’s only two of you in the entire house but he still speaks as if someone else might be listening.

“What?”

“When I’m not here, y’know?”

Oh.

You didn’t speak about it after that night. It was weeks ago. But the DVD got sorted like everything else in the basement. It was on top of the rest of the trash the following evening. It and the rest of the garbage gotten taken out by Joel before he went to work on Monday.

“Been wonderin’” he clears his throat.

“I don’t” you tell him, honestly.

It’s never been your thing. Sure, you’ve watched it a handful of times. But it’s always been too much – too fake, too noisy, too overindulgent. You’ve never been able to find something exactly to your liking. It’s someone else’s fantasy – not yours.

“No?” Joel wonders.

“No. Just…imagination”

He falls silent for a beat. You sounds a little disappointed with your answer, like he wanted you to tell him you were into something niche or filthy, something that might take him by surprise after sitting on the question that had been plaguing him for weeks. Or maybe he’s impressed at your lack of need for a visual aide.

“You just think about…whatever it is?”

“I guess so, yeah”

“And what is it?” he probes.

“Joel” you say rolling on your back. “Are you asking me to tell you what I get off to?”

“I showed you” he argues. He’s right. He did.

Yet somehow the idea of you describing your desires to him was dirtier than the five minutes of lack lustre porn that he put in the DVD player that night.

“You wanna know?” you sigh, hoping that if you tell him, he’ll stop prodding.

“Uh huh” he confirms.

You don’t imagine the same scenario over and over again. Sometimes they’re things you wished would have happened. Sometimes they’re more exaggerated ideas of what has already happened. Some of them are soft and delicate, some are a little rougher, depending on what you needed. All of them are rooted in reality. But you decide to tell him the one that works every single time.

You take a deep breath and turn your body away from him, back towards the window like it had been, bracing yourself. Preparing to bare yourself to him in a new way.

“So, um” you start with a definite shake in your voice. “Do you know that t-shirt you wear to work? The dark brown one. It was black but we’ve put it through the washer so many times it’s not brown anymore? And it’s smaller now too because-“

“Wait. Stop” he cuts you off to clarify what he’s hearing. “Me?” his voice is a pitch higher than it had been.

“Well. Yeah. Why? What’s wrong?” you worry.

“No, no. It’s just…didn’t expect details. Carry on, please”

“Anyway, you’re wearing that. And you’ve got your work jeans on as well. But you forgot your belt. So they’re kinda…just hanging onto your hips. The waist is worn on them...”

Then you stop, squeezing your thighs together at the thought, trying unsuccessfully to quell the urge that you’ve brought upon yourself with an image you’ve seen hundreds of times. An image that has never failed to get you going has once again done its job. He turns to mold himself around your body and you feel him throbbing at your lower back. His physical reaction is surprising - might actually be into this.

“You’re grumpy. Someone, something has pissed you off” you continue quietly. “Tommy, probably. It’s summer too, so it’s been really hot all day. You’re a little sweaty”

Joel rolls away from you and reaches over to pull at your hip, motioning for you to lie on your back with him. Your hand settles on the thin band of your underwear almost subconsciously.

“What are you doin’?” he asks.

“Depends. Usually cooking dinner when you come through the door and-”

“No. Right now, I mean” he drawls, his breath scorching your cheek as you lay side by side.

But your focus still lies on the curtain.

“Nothing” you whisper, though the want is becoming almost painful.

One of his hands searches for yours that still rests motionless on your belly. With his foot, he kicks the sheet that covers you both further down the bed. The cool air from the AC is a brief relief from the heat that has started to sneak across your skin.

Finding your hand, he slips his under your palm and guides them both beneath the fabric of your underwear, the heat of it alone is enough to send another rush of wetness to your core.

“Show me how. Like you would if I wasn’t here” he pleas.

Without thinking, you drape one of your legs over his, allowing him greater access. Splaying your fingers out over his, you steer his fingers further down until his middle finger locates your clit and you press down on it, breath hitching at the touch if it. Pausing for a second to collect yourself – this is actually happening - before you direct it to start moving in circular motions. When you feel like he’s mastered the way you’d touch yourself when you’re alone, you take your hand away.

“Just like that”

“Keep going. What happens next?” he encourages.

“I-it’s not ready yet…the dinner and…”

A deep hum coming from his chest makes you lose your train of thought. The pleased sound of it and the motions of his finger make the simple act of speaking difficult, like every word rolling off your tongue is heavy and burdensome. He’s enjoying this, you think.

“But you’re hungry because you’ve been gone…all day” you say, struggling not to make the same noises you do when you’re writhing under your own touch. Because somehow, they still seem forbidden.

“Mmhm” he soothes you further into your racy thoughts with another hum.

There are more details when you’re by yourself. You don’t tell him that gives you a kiss on the forehead and turns off the stove. Or that he still carries the smell of sawdust and WD-40 around on him. That when he stretches you can see the trail of hair on his belly because his t-shirt has shrunk. Nor that he tells you that you can eat dinner later, he’s hungry for something else now and brings you through to the couch, quickly dropping to his knees and spreading your legs open. But you skip all these parts when he applies more pressure with his fingertip.

“Then…you, um…just” you breathe through a moan.

“What?”

“You know…go down on me. L-look at me the whole time”

Pushing your head back into the pillow, you picture it – his brown eyes closing in satisfaction at your taste. You can almost feel the pointy hairs of his moustache against your mound, hungrily sucking at your bud and his fingernails digging deeper into the flesh of your thighs as they tighten around his neck and shoulders, drawing him into you. Eyes locked with yours the entire time and your back curving off the couch.

“You don’t let me cum though” you pant now, wishing your lungs would work harder to capture some air.

Your head rolls back into the center of the pillow. It’s then you realize you just how much you can’t see one another – you can’t see much of anything. If you had to guess, there’s a smirk pulling at his upper lip as you walk him through the sordid corners of your mind.

His fingers stop their ministrations for a second – half of you grateful for a breather, the other half fearful he might make your daydream come true and not let you see it through to how it usually ends. The wooden bedframe creaks as he moves his hips. His free hand finds yours to stretch it over his body to meet his hard cock he’s freed from his briefs. He wraps his hand around yours on top of it and starts to move them up and down.

“This okay?” he rasps, asking permission to engage with your secrets.

“Hmm” you mumble back.

You’re both on this journey now, there’s no going back.

Once he’s happy with the pace he’s set for you, his fingers that have laid dormant on you for what feels like forever, pick up their rhythm again.

“Keep goin’, baby” he tells you, taking his hand off yours on his length, trusting your touch like you’ve trusted his so far.

There’s not much left of your story, you think, and he’s only just begun.

“Then…bend me over the couch” you manage over the rising sound of your heartbeat between your ears.

“From behind?”

“Yeah”

“Fuck” he hisses when your grip tightens around his head to catch and swipe a bead of precum over the wide head before continuing to work him up and down.

That’s the last full sentence you string together. It’s enough to let you wander off to separate places where your minds can run wild with images of each other but your bodies are still joined together in the sanctity of your bed.

The only noises present in the room now are the echoes of your labored breathing and the slick sounds of flesh upon flesh. There’s no need for more talking.

In fact, it leaves you free to get back to the details of this particular fantasy - right as Joel spins you around in a swift motion onto your knees on the couch with your upper body resting on the back of it. Then you throw yourself back into the sound of his zip of his jeans opening and the spit falling from his mouth onto his cock before he enters your dripping cunt.

The noise he makes in your head when he bottoms out vibrates at the exact same frequency as the one he grunts into your ear next to you as your hand continues to pump around him with the energy you have left, trying match the speed of his hips slamming into you on the couch. The blistering heat of his breath against your neck is identical to the one when he leans over you to tell you "I needed you all day darlin’. Starvin’" for the hundredth time. And finally, the motions of his fingers in real life mirror the ones when he straightens up, pulling your back against his chest with one strong hand and the other to travel down to rub circles on your aching clit that’s been crying out for attention since his mouth left it.

You knew your own body and how it worked - how to touch and when. You never had to think about it too much so the only thing separating fact from fiction was the feel of him, stiff and silky in your hand, concentrating on your strokes and turning of your wrist.

“Close” you warn him, feeling your body tense up and back arch off the mattress in preparation for what was about to be a deadly orgasm in the wake of your own fantasy nearing its end.

“Mmm” he groans through gritted teeth. “Where do I-“ another guttural groan steals his words. “How-“

“Inside” you utter.

That's how it always ends - you completely full of him.

Other familiar sensations soon make themselves know to you; your eyes clench shut and that distinctive ringing in your ears takes over your ability to understand anything else.

You can’t guide him through this anymore.

And then it hits you, warm then fiery, across your stomach and spreads out through every nerve in your body, completely wrecking breathing. The sparks that ignited in your fantasy translate to an all consuming fire in the here and now. Similar to the one you’ve imagined yourself having every time you’ve been on that couch.

He lets you revel in the ripples of it before covering your hand with his for one final downward stroke. A rough growl escapes through his lips as his own release tears through him. You wish you could see it – see the muscles in his arms flex and relax, the roll of his stomach, the flare of his nostrils, the heave of his broad chest and the pattern it painted over him. But the darkness only lets you feel him spill wet and hot over your knuckles.

Finally, the sounds of your combined breaths are interrupted when he confirms “I like how your mind works”

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sunsetkerr · 8 months

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BEFORE A GAME WITH Y/N L/N | s.kerr

summary: netball australia releases a video with you (and sam) before a game. [1k words]

pairing: netball!reader x sam kerr

notes: another netball!reader because I love her

[OPENING SHOT OF Y/N'S HOME IN ADELAIDE. A MAGPIE SITS IN A TREE, CALLING OUT]

6:28AM, Y/N L/N'S HOME

THE MORNING OF ADELAIDE THUNDERBIRDS VS. MELBOURNE VIXENS

[SHOT OF Y/N'S BEDROOM WINDOW, THE SUN IS BEGINNING TO RISE. Y/N’S VOICEOVER BEGINS]

Y/N L/N: So, it's around 6:30 in the morning right now. Today is game day, we're playing melbourne and I have to be at the stadium by- (Y/N LOOKS DOWN AT HER PHONE, BLINKING A FEW TIMES) -9:30 for strat.

INTERVIEWER: Are you tired?

(Y/N LAUGHS, EXHALING THROUGH HER NOSE)

Y/N L/N: So tired.

Y/N L/N: I like to let sam sleep when I have to be up early.

[CLIP OF Y/N BRUSHING SAM'S HAIR OUT OF HER FACE AS SHE SLEEPS. SHORT CLIPS OF Y/N PULLING HER KIT OUT OF THE CUPBOARD, QUIETLY AS TO NOT WAKE HER GIRLFRIEND UP]

Y/N L/N: She flew in from Brisbane last night. (Y/N PAUSES TO MAKE SURE SAM IS STILL SLEEPING) Got in around midnight. So she needs a good sleep. (SMILES AT SAM)

[Y/N'S KITCHEN; Y/N SITTING AT THE KITCHEN BENCH, STILL IN HER PYJAMAS]

Y/N L/N: Game days I eat a big-ish breakfast. Some times we do team breakfasts if it's an earlier match, but we start at 6 tonight- so I'm eating here.

[CLIPS OF Y/N MAKING BREAKFAST; CEREAL AND YOGURT, MIXED NUTS ON TOP]

Y/N L/N: My grandad, well my Pa, used to have this cereal and when I was in juniors, I would eat it before my games. So now that I'm old (LAUGHING) and live out of home, he misses the cereal with the nuts and drops it off every month.

[PICTURES OF Y/N AND HER PA, OLD AND NEW]

Y/N L/N: He doesn't really like netball, but he watches it for me.

[Y/N EATING HER BREAKFAST QUIETLY AT THE BENCH, TRYING NOT TO LAUGH WITH HER MOUTH FULL]

Y/N L/N: (SWALLOWS BEFORE SPEAKING) I feel very strange with you all watching me eat.

[B-ROLL FOOTAGE; Y/N SAT EATING, PANS TO CREW FILMING HER. LAUGHTER FROM BEHIND THE CAMERA]

(SAM WALKS INTO THE KITCHEN, PAUSES WHEN SHE SEES THE CREW. LAUGHTER EMITS FROM Y/N AND FROM THE CREW]

SAM KERR: Um.. (PAUSES) What the *BEEP* is going on?

(MORE LAUGHTER)

[CUTS TO Y/N SITTING WITH SAM ON THE BENCH, SAM LEANING HER HEAD ON Y/N'S SHOULDER]

Y/N L/N: This is my girlfriend, her name is Sam.

(SAM WAVES TIREDLY AT THE CAMERA)

Y/N L/N: She should be asleep right now.

SAM KERR: I would be, but there's ten random people in our home right now (LAUGHS)

7:33AM

[CUTS TO Y/N IN THE BATHROOM, SKINCARE PRODUCTS SET UP BEHIND HER]

Y/N L/N: Before I go to the stadium, I shower and shave. I always try to remember to shave my armpits (LAUGHS) on the morning of games, but sometimes.. I forget. I keep my hair up and try not to get it wet, because I'll wash it later tonight after the game.

[CLOSE UP OF PRODUCTS BEHIND Y/N]

Y/N L/N: I get out all my stuff to wash my face with and everything before my shower so I don't forget anything.. because.. I will.

SAM KERR: *OFFSCREEN* She will.

Y/N L/N: Let's keep the heckling to a minimum, shall we?

8:19AM

SAM KERR: Y/N takes forever in the shower, so I usually, if I'm here, will try to make sure she's got everything.

(SAM PULLS A THUNDERBIRDS DUFFLE OUT FROM THE CUPBOARD, PLACING IT ON THE BED)

SAM KERR: This is her game bag, she needs her training gear and shoes. Her dress is at the stadium ready for her, which is good- because it would be all wrinkled, like the rest of her stuff (LAUGHS).

(SAM FOLDS AND PUTS Y/N'S CLOTHES INTO HER BAG)

SAM KERR: Uhh, clothes, shoes, deodorant. What else? Body wash. This is her little bag that she brings to shower after, has all her special, fancy stuff in it. And I'll- (SAM PULLS A HOODIE FROM THE CUPBOARD) put this in here, because it'll be cold when she comes home.

[Y/N PEERS AROUND THE CORNER, HER TOWEL WRAPPED AROUND HER. SHE TRIES TO KEEP HER BODY OUT OF SHOT]

Y/N L/N: Can I come in now?

8:36AM

[Y/N'S CAR; SAM IN THE DRIVER'S SEAT, Y/N IN THE PASSENGER]

SAM KERR: I feel like we're vloggers or something

Y/N L/N: No, I know (SMILES)

SAM KERR: Hey guys! Welcome back to our channel!

(Y/N LAUGHS WITH SAM)

Y/N L/N: So now I'm on my way to Netball SA to meet the girls, Sam's driving me because she's a good girlfriend.

SAM KERR: I didn't wanna be left alone.

Y/N L/N: That too. The stadium is in the city and my place is like forty-five-ish minutes away? Thirty-five with good traffic.

SAM KERR: Your phones going off bub

Y/N L/N: It's Georgie (CHUCKLES)

SAM KERR: (BANGING THE STEERING WHEEL PLAYFULLY WITH A SMILE) Georgie Horjus!

Y/N L/N: she wants to know if you're allowed to be driving with how much sleep you've had.

(SAM LAUGHS, ADJUSTING HER SUNGLASSES)

SAM KERR: Probably not, tell her to piss off.

9:17AM

[CLIP OF Y/N KISSING SAM GOODBYE THROUGH THE OPEN CAR WINDOW. SAM PULLS AWAY, BUT HOLDS Y/N'S HEAD CLOSE]

[SUBTITLES APPEAR AS SAM TALKS INAUDIBLY]

SAM KERR: *MUMBLED* I love you

[SAM QUICKLY KISSES Y/N ONCE MORE BEFORE TIGHTENING THE RIBBON IN Y/N'S PONYTAIL FOR HER]

[CLIP OF Y/N WALKING INTO THE STADIUM]

Y/N: So we're at the stadium, heading in to talk strategy with the girls for today's game. After that we'll do drills and warm ups, probably rewatch our last game again- boring stuff really (CHUCKLES). Oh, oh-

[CAMERA PANS TO TIPPAH DWAN, GOAL SHOOTER AND GOAL ATTACK FOR THE ADELAIDE THUNDERBIRDS. SHE SKIPS OVER TO Y/N, SUNGLASSES OVER HER EYES]

TIPPAH DWAN: Hey!

Y/N L/N: This is Tippah, my starting attacker.

TIPPAH DWAN: Dream-team here really (SHRUGS)

Y/N L/N: Thanks for spending my morning with me.

(TIPPAH PULLS Y/N IN FOR A TIGHT HUG AS Y/N LAUGHS, WAVING TO THE CAMERA)

TIPPAH DWAN: Now get outta here!

6:03PM

[CLIP OF Y/N TAKING TO COURT, TIGHTENING HER PONYTAIL UNDER THE GOAL RING. PANS OVER TO SAM KERR, WHO SITS WITH OTHER THUNDERBIRD PLAYERS PARTNERS. SHE IS CLAPPING, AND CHEERING FOR Y/N AS THE COUNTDOWN TO THE GAME BEGINS]

[THE SCREEN TURNS BLANK AS THE WHISTLE SOUNDS]

#one shots . * • .#sam kerr x reader #sam kerr imagine #sam kerr one shot #woso imagine #woso one shot #woso x reader

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moonlight-starlight-lady01 · 1 year

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Tmnt headcanons of how they sleep with there s/o (2012)

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I'm going to try and write for the tmnt bro 2012 again! Thx anon!

Leo:

Since he goes on patrols and does a lot of training with his brothers, even meditates. He doesn't have time to sleep, so you have to make him sleep.

But, when he gets in bed with you.... he just turns into puddy.

He probably sleeps really stiff and in one position, because of his training of a ninja. Practices 24/7.

If you move around a lot in your sleep (like me.) you probably make him annoyed. But, if you like to cuddle in your sleep well leo is in big trouble. (lol)

You would lay on his plastron and hear his heart beat faster.

Look at his face, kiss his green lips, take his blue mask off (gently)

That will make his stress on his shoulders go away and make him go to sleep.

If you wake up be prepared to wake up with a cold body because leo gets up really early to train and meditate.

Raph:

This boy stays up all night just playing on his shell phone probably.

just lay on his plastron and look up at him with sad eyes, maybe even push his phone out of view so he can see your face.

Boom, got him to sleep in bed with you.

Snuggle on his plastoron and be prepared to be moved around a lot.

He moves a lot in his sleep I imagen. Since ya know he gets angry a lot.

maybe get spike to snuggle in with you. (before he got mutated.)

Bro i can name so many positions he's in, in his sleep.

if he lays on his stomach you smushed between the bed and his full body.

Give his shell scratchesssss! it will release some of the stress he has on his whole body with anger issues.

When you wake up you have a warm turtle who will snuggle in you for the whole day if he wanted.

Donnie:

This boi will stay up all night working in his lab.

So go up to him rub his shoulders release the stress from working in the lab all day and night.

If you get him in bed it's a miracle. He will want to work on his experiments if it will stop shredder.

First give him a bath so he doesn't get oil and other gross chemical thing on the clean purple silk sheets, and snuggle with him in bed.

maybe watch a movie on his shell phone and finally go to bed.

he will snuggle on your chest and watch the movie with you.

Kiss his forehead and take his purple band off his head so he can be more comfortable.

But you will wake up to a cold bed. But, he will leave a note on the bed side table saying were he is.

Mikey:

He plays a lot of video game, so you can expect him to play them all night.

maybe lay in his lap and take the controlor out of his hands.

(first clean off his bed first, maybe give it a wash before hand.)

let him lay on you, you may get startled by him because he will blow bubbles on the fat of your stomach.

He will always be happy when he's around you no matter what.

So when you both fall asleep on each other he will snuggle on your forever so be sure to be ready of that.

You won't wake up to a cold bed but a warm one. He's like Raph and will stay in bed with you all day.

Thanks for reading! :)

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heavyhitterheaux · 11 months

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Through Thick and Thin

AN: I'm literally obsessed with WMCJ and keep watching it lol

Synopsis: When your long term boyfriend Jeremy first gets injured, you do your best to help take care of him. But now that he has had multiple surgeries, it all comes to a head when he realizes nothing is going to be the same anymore

Pairing: Jeremy x Reader (WMCJ)

Requested by: the gorgeous @nattinatalia 😘💕 and shoutout to @hoodharlow since these two are always letting me bounce ideas off of them 🥰

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You woke up with a start and glanced at the clock on the nightstand which read 2:57 am which led you to then peek over to see your boyfriend wide awake staring off into space.

"Babe, why are you up? Are you in pain?" You asked while sitting up and brushing a hand through his curls.

"Just couldn't sleep. That's all." He answered while taking your hand in his and rubbing the back of it.

"Well why didn't you wake me up? I'm worried about you."

"I'm good, babe. I promise, just go back to sleep."

"As long as you're sure?" You asked while moving closer to him.

"I'm sure, you have to get up early for work in a few hours. Go back to sleep." Jeremy said while leaning over to kiss your forehead.

"Don't stay up too much longer, okay? I love you." You said while snuggling up to his side.

"I love you too. So much."

When he heard your heavy breathing, he pulled his phone back out to continue watching his highlight reel from when he used to play basketball and sighed.

He tore not one, but both ACL's and since having multiple surgeries, his body wasn't nearly the same and had a feeling that him playing basketball was a thing of the past.

He was currently recovering from his latest surgery with you being his primary caregiver and this was putting a huge dent in both of your finances.

Instead of teaching multiple dance classes a day like before, you were down to two so you could be home with him helping him recover. Deep down Jeremy knew that you didn't mind it, but he couldn't help but start to feel as if he was a burden to you. He would never tell you that seeing as how much both of you loved each other and he knew for a fact that you would never think of caring for your boyfriend as a burden.

So in the mornings, you would set him up on the couch with food, snacks, water, and medicine while you went to work. It was only for two and a half hours, but long enough for you to worry about your boyfriend. Ever since his injury happened, they were hopeful that this first surgery would work and he would be able to play again. Now we were on surgery number four and it was beginning to look bleak.

When you got home, you would get there in time in order to open the door for his physical therapist to come in and work with him on different exercises.

You knew how much basketball meant to Jeremy and if he never got the chance to play again, you didn't know what he would do and you were scared.

In the end, all you wanted was for him to be okay.

Your alarm went off at 6:30 and you quickly silenced it. You looked over to see Jeremy sound asleep with his phone on his chest. You quickly picked it up to place it on the charger to make sure it would have a full battery just in case he needed to call you for something and noticed that it was playing a video of him playing basketball and you simply turned it off and sighed.

Once you were out of the shower and dressed, you went to his side of the bed and simply placed kisses all over his face until he woke up.

"Hmm? You okay baby?"

"Hey I'm fine. How do you feel? Do you want me to help you get in the shower or do you think you have it?"

"I think I got it and I feel okay."

"Okay, go ahead. I'll just lay out some clothes for you."

He simply nodded as he moved the comforter off of him and proceeded to swing his legs around off the bed in order to stand up. You were watching closely as you stood in front of him ready to help if he needed you.

One thing you never let him do was move from room to room or get in the shower by himself if you weren't home to help him. The last thing you wanted to risk was him falling.

He took the crutches as you handed them to him and he leaned down to kiss you before making his way into the bathroom.

After you made sure that he got there okay, you took the opportunity to make up the bed and neatly laid his clothes on top of it. You then headed to the kitchen to make breakfast for the two of you and decided on bacon, eggs, and fruit even though Jeremy swore up and down that he was going to go vegan.

Him always ordering McDonald's proved otherwise.

Once you were finished with breakfast and setting up all that he would need on the couch in the living room, you went back into the bedroom to see him finishing getting dressed and you simply walked over to him and placed a kiss on top of his curly hair and all he did was look up at you and smile.

"You sure you’re okay? I can stay home if…"

"No baby, we both know how much we need the money and I'll be fine. I should be back on my feet in no time."

"Okay. Come on, let me help you up." You said as you held out your hand for him to take and made sure he steadied himself as he stood up.

You let him walk in front of you as you held onto him from behind until he was safely on the couch in front of the TV.

"Okay, I made you food and you have snacks. Oh and your water. Here's the remote and your phone is fully charged. I shouldn't be long, okay?"

All Jeremy did was nod and you couldn't help but to frown.

"Baby, it's going to be okay. I have to go, but you know I love you to the moon and back." You said while leaning down to give him several kisses.

"I love you too. I'll probably just go back to sleep after I eat."

"Okay, you have your phone if you need me and do not get up by yourself."

"I know, I know."

“Be back soon.”

—

You turned the key into the door, finally getting home and walked into the living room to see your boyfriend on the floor and immediately dropped your bag and ran over to him.

“Oh my gosh, baby are you okay? Are you hurt? What did I tell you about trying to get up by yourself?! Why didn’t you wait for me?! Here let me help you.” You said while holding out your hand for him to take and he immediately pushed you away.

“I don’t need your fucking help, I can do it.”

“What the hell is the attitude for? Baby you’re on the FLOOR. I don’t want you to risk hurting yourself even more, you just had surgery! AGAIN.”

“And you don’t have to remind me. Don’t you think I know that? It’s the fourth fucking time.”

“Jeremy, lose the attitude immediately because this is not okay. We don’t talk to each other like that.”

He suddenly got silent as he pushed himself up so that his back was now resting against the couch and you were sitting next to him.

“Baby, please just let me help you.” You said while tears were forming in your eyes. It hurt you seeing him this upset and knowing that the one thing he wanted to do you couldn’t help him with.

“I’m… I’m never going to play again am I?” He quietly asked while not looking at you and you immediately sighed.

“We don’t know that, yet.”

“It’s pretty fucking clear since this is now the fourth surgery that I’ve had for the same damn thing.”

“I get that you want to play, I do, but there is so much more to life than playing basketball.”

“Easy for you to say since you can still dance and do what you love. I can’t do anything anymore. I can’t even pay for a bag of my girlfriend’s favorite chips when I go to the store because I don’t know if my card will get declined or not. I was supposed to be playing in the NBA by now and now look at me. Just a complete failure at everything including being your boyfriend. What are you even still doing with me anyway? I have absolutely nothing to offer you anymore. I had so many plans for us when I made it to the NBA. Can’t even propose to you because I can’t afford a damn ring to put on your finger.” You could slowly see the tears start to fall and you immediately scooted onto his lap and embraced him while trying to wipe them away.

“I’m with you because I love you and I have loved you since I was eighteen years old. So what if you didn’t make it to the NBA? You say you had all these plans for when you did, but we can still make them a reality. Bottom line is we have each other and I am not going anywhere and have no plans to. You mean the absolute world to me and we are in this together. No matter how much of a fight you put up or push me away, I am never leaving your side.”

Jeremy was silent as he slowly rubbed your back before hugging you tighter when you suddenly had an idea.

“Meditate with me.” You said and he looked over at you as if you were crazy.

“I’m not doing that shit and since when do black people meditate?”

“Jer, come on. You’ll feel better. Just try. I recently started doing it and it helps."

You then took his hands in yours and started to slowly inhale and exhale telling him to do the same.

“When you feel like you need to be grounded, doing meditation helps.”

Before he knew it, fifteen minutes had passed and he opened his eyes and simply looked at you.

“Like I said before, you mean everything to me and this is just a minor bump in the road. We’re going to get to a place where we don’t have to worry about where our next meal is coming from and I just thought about something that you said earlier. You want to marry me?”

“Well, yeah. I thought it was obvious.” Jeremy said while looking down and playing with your hands.

“I’d marry you in a heartbeat but first I want us to focus on you getting better. I will be here for you through it all, you understand?”

“I understand.”

“And now do you feel better after meditating with me?”

“I.. do.”

“One step at a time and we’ll get there. I love you so very much and I just wish you could see what I see in you.” You said while playing in his curls.

All Jeremy did was stay silent and look away from you.

“If you don’t say you love me back, I will be forced to tickle you and you are at my mercy.”

“NO! I love you too and do NOT do that!” He quickly answered and you immediately laughed.

“I knew I would get it out of you when I said that. You’re going to do great things, baby. And I can’t wait to see it all unfold. Whether it’s on the court or off.” You said while leaning down to kiss him.

“But for now can you help me up?”

“Last time I checked you said that you didn’t need my help.” You responded while eyeing him.

“Well I lied and this floor is anything but comfortable.”

“Of course I’ll help you, you know that you never have to ask.”

“Through thick and thin?”

“Through thick and thin, baby.”

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toomuchracket · 2 months

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lovers' quarrel (ross x girlband gf!reader angst)

day 5 of valentine's week. schedule clashes are getting to you. enjoy <3

you haven't spoken to your boyfriend in a week.

you're sleeping in the same bed as him, yeah, but ross is always asleep when you let yourself into his house at 11pm, body aching after a 12-hour day of dance rehearsals and video shoots and last-minute touch-ups to the instrumentals and harmonies and mixing on your band's new album. and you're always asleep when he leaves at 8am to drive to the studio to finish recording the new 75 LP (scheduled for release a month after yours), a kiss to your sleep-messy hair the only real bit of physical contact he gets to give you.

even your phone calls during studio breaks keep missing each other; you only hear your boyfriend's voice filtered through crackly phone lines, an obvious reminder that you're apart. in fact, the closest you've felt to ross in about eight days is when you use his body wash, in the freezing shower you take to soothe your screaming leg muscles before you get into bed with him.

you hate this. you miss him, so much.

ross misses you, too - he tells you at the end of every voicemail he leaves, paired with a “love you”, in such a defeated tone it brings tears to your eyes. you call him back, leave a similar message of your own, and go back into the rehearsal room and dance your heart out, as if it isn't breaking more with every passing second.

is this what life is always going to be like for the two of you, a loving relationship reduced to fleeting moments of getting to spend time with each other in between tours and shows and recording sessions and writing and promo? you're not sure how long you could take it, if it is.

but you love ross. so fucking much. surely you can do something to make it better for both of you.

the question is… what?

you're mulling over that on your lunch break, sat alone outside the studio complex with your tofu bowl and lucozade, thinking about how thursdays have always been the worst day of the week (double maths back in the day, and now the final full day of work left before you can actually maybe talk to your man for once), when the answer appears through the summer drizzle. well, actually, it's gabbriette who appears, dashing over to you from her (matty's) car and screeching as the rain hits her hair.

you laugh, standing and letting her barrel into your arms. “hi, wifey.”

“baby girl!” she kisses your nose. “you look gorgeous.”

“gabs, i've been dancing for three hours straight. i look like shit.”

“but hot shit. like, super sexy shit,” she grins. “how's everything going? do i get a sneak peek of the new video?”

you smirk. “depends. did matty send you down here to spy on us?”

gabbriette laughs. “he's too stressed to even think of suggesting anything that smart. no, actually, i'm just here to see how you're doing,” her beautiful face shifts into a more serious expression. “because when i asked your boyfriend how you were, literally thirty minutes ago, he very cryptically said he didn't know.”

“ah.”

“he did then explain that you guys hadn't broken up, but it scared me,” she squeezes your hand. “you okay? like, i know you're both so busy - george is literally pushing the guys to the limit in the studio right now - but…”

you sigh. “yeah, we’re just so busy that we keep missing each other, that's all - i get home when he's sleeping, he leaves before i wake up, and we're never free to call at the same time. like, i didn't even know that thing you just said about george, because we haven't talked for days,” you slide down the wall to sit, and gabbriette follows. you sniffle. “he sleeps right beside me, but i miss him like he's continents away. and i hate it, gabs, i really hate it.”

“oh, baby,” she puts her arm around you and kisses your head. “it'll get better soon, though, won't it? you finish here tomorrow afternoon, right?”

“yeah, but,” you wipe your eyes with the sleeve of your hoodie. “then the boys get to this manic stage i'm in now, then i have to do promo, and they have to do promo, and i just don't know when it'll end.”

“i know the feeling,” gabbriette sighs. “it's not easy, us being us, loving the people we do. but that's the way it is, i guess. we just gotta,” she half-heartedly punches the air. “push through it.”

“mmm,” you take a drink of your juice. “what i wouldn't give to just have dinner with him, you know? go somewhere nice for a night, and think about nothing but the two of us.”

your friend turns to face you. “so, why don't you? make a reservation for tomorrow night. surprise him when he gets home. clichè, but,” she winks. “i'm sure ross won't complain about coming home to you all dressed up and gorgeous. i know i wouldn't.”

you burst out laughing. “you're gonna lose your shit when we go inside and you get to see my album cover outfit, babe.”

“oh my god,” she presses her face into your shoulder, then sits up with a smile. “but seriously. i know you're exhausted, and so is he, but plan a date, have fun, make it a regular thing. you guys are perfect together; don’t let that slip away.”

“alright. thank you for the support,” you hug her. “i love you.”

“i love you, angel girl,” gabbriette pulls back and kisses your nose again, before standing and helping you up. “now, i am dying to see what you and the girls have been cooking up. shall we?”

you link your arm through hers. “let's go.”

***

when you hear the key in the lock, you brush down your dress a final time and hurry into the hallway. your heart skips at the sight of ross - clearly exhausted - stepping through the door; you can't keep the smile from your face, and one appears on his after he kicks his shoes off and turns towards you.

he exhales. “god, you're a sight for sore eyes. hi, love,” his arms open, and you run into them and allow yourself to be wrapped up in your boyfriend. “missed you this week.”

“missed you, too,” you nuzzle into his neck. “how are you, darling?”

“perfect, now that i've got you in my arms,” his smile is audible. “not letting you out of them for a second, by the way. need to catch up on holding my girl.”

you giggle. “what about dinner?”

“i can eat pizza with you on my lap on the sofa, can't i?”

oh. your heart feels slightly heavier than it did a second ago. “that's… what you want to do for dinner?”

you do your best to keep your voice light, but ross doesn't miss a trick. he pulls back, frowning slightly. “yeah. something calm, after us both being so busy this week,” he seems to notice your dress for the first time, brow furrowing even further when he takes in your polished appearance. “but that's not what you want, is it?”

“well, baby,” you let go of him, wringing your hands nervously. “i’ve, um, made a reservation at that place you like down the street. for tonight.”

ross pinches the bridge of his nose. “why would you do that, sweetheart?”

your jaw falls open. what? “oh, i just thought it might be nice to go out. save us doing the washing up,” the joke falls flat, but you clear your throat and continue. “and, you know, i’m home now, not coming in exhausted at midnight or whatever, for once, and i-”

“oh, okay,” ross laughs mirthlessly, and your blood runs cold. “just because you're not tired, i should forget my own tiredness and force myself to go out for an overpriced meal i don't even want to eat right now? just because?”

you don't think you've ever felt smaller in your life, and your voice shows it. “no, i just thought-”

“exactly. you just thought, about yourself, not me,” ross hangs up his jacket, shaking his head. “i mean, really, love? you of all people know what it's like, burning yourself out in the studio every day. is it really so surprising that i wanted to come home, to my own house, and just spend the night there?”

something inside you just snaps, and your next words shoot from your lips like bullets. “no, i fucking know the feeling, ross,” you glare at him when he turns to look at you, slight shock on his face at your sudden aggression. “66 hours i've worked, this week, across five days, and at the end of every single one of them i've wanted nothing more than to go straight home to my flat and collapse onto my bed. but d'you know what i've done instead?” you laugh, manic. “i've driven here and stayed with you, because i thought that even if we couldn't spend time together properly, at least we were with each other in some way. and you can't even be nice about the fact i wanted to do something special for us tonight. because, yeah, i was thinking about us when i did it.”

ross looks at you for a second, then shrugs. “well, i didn't ask you to do any of it.”

you nod, biting your trembling lip. “right,” you squeeze past him, picking up your handbag from the console table. tears prick at your eyes as you open the front door. “enjoy your fucking pizza, then.”

a sob escapes your lips as the door slams behind you, tears hitting off the steps as you hurry down them towards your car. with shaking hands, you rifle through your bag to find your keys, unlocking the door and climbing inside so you can cry in peace and figure out where to go. you half-expect ross to follow you, knock on the window, apologise… but nothing. the front door stays closed. even the blinds in the front room don’t move.

you're tempted to wait to see how long it would take him to come after you. but it's not a great look for you to be sitting outside his house in tears, and - to be honest - you don't really want to see him right now, anyway. you need to go somewhere. not your flat, because that's the first place he'd look for you - if he even decides to bother, that is. no. you need to go somewhere else, be with other people, people who love you. but not your bandmates, because that would be ross's next point of call.

and then, it hits you - gabbriette. you scroll through your contacts until you find her number, and hit call; what you don't expect, however, is for her boyfriend to answer. “hi, darling!”

“oh, hi, matty,” you sniffle. “did i dial you? i thought i'd called gabs.”

“no, you did, she just got me to answer because she’s making dinner,” he replies, his girlfriend audibly yelling in greeting in the background. “speaking of dinner… i thought you and ross were meant to be out right now? everything alright?”

you don't say anything in response, just burst into tears down the phone. matty sighs. “oh, fuck. come over, darling. i'll open the wine now.”

“thank you,” you say between sobs. “i'll see you in a bit.”

when you get to his house twenty minutes later, you reckon the two of them must have been standing at the door waiting for you; as soon as you ring the bell, it opens, and you're enveloped into a group hug so tight you can't tell who's who.

matty kisses your head when the hug ends. “just wanna say,” he begins, passing you a ridiculously large glass of red wine. “that while ross is my best friend, he will hear nothing of what's about to be said tonight. so… yeah. rip him to shreds.”

“oh, i intend to,” gabbriette squeezes your hand. “he came home to you looking like that and he didn't wanna go out with you? stupid boy.”

you wince. “gabs…”

“sorry, sorry. but i'm right,” she turns to matty. “don’t you think, baby?”

he nods. “he's an idiot,” something beeps in the kitchen, and gabbriette squeaks and runs towards it. matty puts an arm around you. “come on. we'll have a seat, and you can tell us everything.”

“okay.”

and you do just that, settled next to matty on the kitchen counter so gabs can hear and react while she cooks; you aren't quite sure you'd be able to make it through reliving the argument without the plates of focaccia she keeps laying on your lap, to be honest. anyway - both of them react quite accordingly to your story, dropped jaws and wide eyes and utterances of “he said that?” punctuating your words.

matty shakes his head when you finish talking, putting a hand on top of yours in a brotherly way. “i'm sorry, darling. he can be a moody bastard at times, i know, but that's… that's awful.”

“i get that he's tired and he didn't want to go out,” you sigh, taking a drink of your wine. “but he didn't need to make me feel like a stupid bitch for suggesting it,” you well up again. “and now i don't know where i am with him.”

“oh, baby,” gabbriette runs over to kiss your hair and hug you. “listen, you'll stay here tonight - we'll have a good time, talk shit, have some wine, and then we can figure your love life out tomorrow. cool?”

you look between the two of them, nervous. “i don't want to intrude…”

“oi, none of that,” matty squeezes your hand. “what kind of brother would i be if i didn't take of my little sister?”

“love you, mate,” you hug him, then turn to gabs. “both of you.”

“and we love you,” she kisses your cheek. “me more than him. seriously, i love you so much.”

matty laughs. “she’s right, actually,” he says to you. “came home raving about the sneak peek of the album she got yesterday,” he looks at you pointedly.

you roll your eyes. “fine, i'll tell you about it.”

“fuck yeah!”

you're still telling them all about the album and its processes when ross makes contact, almost two hours after you left his house. matty's phone rings, the contact photo (an old selfie of the two boys) visible to all three of you; the atmosphere changes from buzzy to sombre when you see it.

matty looks at you. “i don't have to answer it if you don't want me to.”

you look at the buzzing phone, the picture of your boyfriend on the screen filling you with a weird mix of emotion. “no, it's ok.”

“you sure?”

you nod. “if he asks where i am, you can tell him,” you murmur, looking at the floor. “i don't want him to worry.”

“right, darling,” matty takes your hand, and picks up his phone with the other. “alright, mate?”

gabbriette hugs you as ross speaks, inaudible to you; you're thankful for her support, because your stomach's in knots waiting for matty to reply. his eyes flick to yours, nervous. “yeah, she’s here,” he says, squeezing your hand. “she’s alright now, but… she really wasn't when she first arrived. surprised she managed to drive here, to be honest - that's how upset she was.”

you chew your bottom lip as ross says something else. matty quirks his eyebrows. “depends if your girlfriend wants to see you or not, mate.”

gabbriette squeezes you tighter. you shrug, and mouth “need to get it over with anyway”; matty grimaces, and relays the message to your boyfriend. “she's not opposed. but,” he shifts in his seat. “don't expect a warm welcome. that includes from me, too - it's none of my business, and i love you, but seeing my friend cry like that was fucking heartbreaking. i can't believe you could be so cruel.”

god, you love your friends.

you smile as matty wraps up the call. “yeah, i can imagine you feel awful about it; i'd be worried if you weren't. and yeah, i'll tell her, alright?” he gives you a thumbs up. “see you soon.”

“he's on his way?” you ask once the call ends.

“he went to yours. freaked out when you weren't there. so, he'll be here in five,” matty looks at you tentatively. “and i've to tell you he's extremely sorry and also that he loves you more than anything and finally that he’s a cunt for what he said.”

“i coulda fuckin told you that last bit,” gabbriette mutters. she smiles at you, though. “but the other bits are, you know, promising.”

“yeah,” you murmur. “shall we go and wait for him, then?”

she kisses your cheek. “if that's what you want, sure.”

true to his word, ross knocks the door five minutes later; you sit on the stairs in the hallway, gabs in front of you protectively (at her insistence), while matty answers. “hi.”

“alright?” ross's face isn’t properly visible from the angle you're at, but you can hear from the scratchiness of his voice that he's been crying. it hurts you to think about that. “can i come in?”

matty nods, stepping back to let him in. ross follows, an awkward dance, and immediately sees you. his face crumples. “hi, love.”

you wave. you're not sure if you can speak.

ross looks at gabs. “can i, um, talk to my girlfriend alone for a second?”

she turns to you. “you cool with that?”

you nod. she kisses your cheek and stands, staring ross down as she walks over to matty and they leave the room. once they've gone, ross flinches. “has she always been so scary?”

“you would be exactly the same way if she hurt matty,” your voice is hoarse, your crying just as obvious as your boyfriend's.

“yeah, s'pose,” ross takes a tentative few steps towards you, gesturing towards the stairs. “can i sit?”

“mhmm.”

“thanks,” he takes a seat on a step a few down from you, turning so he can talk to you properly. “i'm sorry, love, i really am. and i don't really have an excuse for being such a dickhead, other than tiredness, which isn't even an excuse because you've been more exhausted than i am and you still made the effort to do something nice for both of us,” he takes a shaky breath. “you look beautiful, by the way, even now; slightly off-topic, i know, but i just had to say it.”

“thanks,” you say quietly, picking at your cuticles. “thought you'd like this dress.”

“i love it,” ross smiles sadly. “i love you. and the fact that i hurt you… i feel fucking terrible about it,” his lip trembles. “i love you more than anything, or anyone, and i don't want to lose you. the thought of it fucking terrifies me, and,” he begins to cry, and your heart aches. “i worry that i'm not enough for you. i worry that i don't do enough for you, take you out enough. i worry that you'll get bored of me, bored of making all the effort, bored of sitting at home watching football or films, and one day you'll just leave me.”

what?

“oh, ross,” your heart shatters, and you scooch down to sit next to him and hug him.

“m'sorry, i know i'm the one in the wrong, but i have to be honest,” he cries into you. “when you said you wanted to go out instead of stay in, i freaked that i was boring you. and then when you brought up staying at mine instead of yours…”

“you thought it was me saying i was fed up.”

“yeah.”

“oh, baby,” you start to cry, too. “no. it was me just being pissed about you trying to say i didn't know the feeling of wanting to go home when you're tired. i didn't mean it in any other way, honest.”

“no, i know, my love. i was just scared.”

“why, though?” you look him in the eye. “you're the love of my life, ross. you're more than enough for me - everything i need, and more.”

he sniffles. “did you mean to quote beyoncé there, or…?”

“well, no, but it was apt,” you giggle, stroking his dimples when he smiles. “look, i was hurt by the way you reacted to me - an ‘oh, that's nice, love, but could we go out tomorrow night instead?’ wouldn't have gone amiss. but,” you kiss his nose. “i accept your apology, and i love you and our relationship very much, just as they are. just don't ever fucking treat me like that again, alright?”

“i promise you i won't, love,” ross kisses your nose in return. “i love you. and i'm sorry i was a grumpy shit about dinner, because i'm fucking starving now.”

you laugh, kissing his neck. “i reckon gabs has got us covered there. but if not,” you grin. “we can always get a pizza.”

“you're never letting me live that one down, are you?”

“not a fucking chance.”

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Dance Like Crazy

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**Requested**

Hiii 👋 I was wondering if you could do hyunjin with a main dancer s/o who’s been overworking to try and impress him 🙏❤️ no rush

genre: fluff, slight angst

pov: 2nd person

description: Being a main dancer dating a main dancer can be difficult. (unedited)

pairing: bf!hyunjin x reader

warnings: swearing, reader faints, self-deprecation(?)

word count: 986

"Y/n, we're going home, let's go!" Your leader calls at you from the door of the dance studio.

"Ah, I'm going to run through the dance a few more times. I’ll be home soon.” You call from the counter, restarting restarting the song.

Your group members share a look before shrugging and leaving. You can hear your younger members giggling as the door closes.

They probably think you’re staying behind to spend some time with your boyfriend, Hyunjin. It wouldn't be the first time, when you two first started dating, you would find excuses to stay at the company building to spend some time together.

But today, you actually were staying late to run over your new dance routine again. You knew it like the back of your hand. You were confident that if you could perform the whole song in your sleep. It's literally your job as the main dancer of your group to be the most solid when it comes to dance performances. And you were with this new song, but you weren't perfect.

Despite your relationship being private, fans would still compare you with your boyfriend, who was the main dancer of his own group, simply because you were in the same company. The comments that people made didn't bother you much. In all ways, he was better than you. His facial expressions, his precision, his movements--all of it was perfect. It's expected, he debuted before you. What did worry you was whether or not he was also reading the comments. You were terrified that he realized you weren't on his level and leave you for someone who could match his skill level.

It was ridiculous, you knew that, but you two only got together because of your dancing. You both joined at the same time and would often train together. You always knew you were good, but never as good as him. But after practices and monthly evaluations, he would often come and find you and compliment you on your dancing. Eventually, you two would practice together, leaving each other in awe. But over time, while he improved it felt like while you hit the peak of your dancing capabilities. He no longer seemed impressed by you and your dancing. You felt like he was getting bored. So, with this comeback and your debut performance you spent extra time at the company studio running through the dance and your solos until your body felt like jelly.

You weren't sure how many times you ran through the song. You had your phone recording you and after each full run through you would go and monitor yourself, finding a new thing you did wrong every time. Your group was set to start filming the music video tomorrow and you needed to be perfect to impress Hyunjin.

Not giving yourself a break to monitor or drink water, you ran through the song three time consecutively, already realizing your mistakes while you were dancing. During your fourth consentive run through without a break you start feeling light headed. Your vision is slowly getting darker and the music more distant, before you know it, your body is dropping to the floor.

***

You wake up to something cold on your head. Your eyes flutter to reveal Hyunjin's distressed and confused face staring at you, the studio light above his head making him look like an angel, your angel. He's pressing something cold and heavy to your head.

"Oh thank god!" He sighs, putting his free hand on his chest and throwing his head back.

"What...?" You slowly sit up and stare at your boyfriend. He takes the thing on your head and hands it to you. It's a cold bottle of iced tea.

"I almost called an ambulance," He says, helping you up. It takes you a second to realize that you were resting on his lap.

"When did you get here?" You asked, taking the drink and holding it to the back of your neck, still feeling hot.

"I was watching you earlier and then I left to get you a drink and snack. When you came back I saw you swaying and ran to grab you before you fell. I was like spiderman." He runs his hand through his hair, trying to play off how worried he ways.

"You were watching me?" Your eyes turned away, embarrassed.

"Yeah! You know I love watching you dance I ran into your group members on their way out and they told me you were sticking behind. I told myself I would stop by if you were still here by the time I finished and take you home. I'm so glad I did." He grabs the drink and opens it for you, urging you to take a drink. You comply.

"Ah, how embarrassing. You saw all my mistakes."

"What mistakes?"

"Don't do that?"

"Do what?"

"Pretend that I did perfectly to stop from hurting my feelings."

"I'm not pretending. You danced amazingly."

"I need to be perfect. I need to impress you."

"I'm already your boyfriend, what do you mean impress me?" He gently pulls your face in his direction.

"I don't impress you anymore."

"Who said that?"

"I can tell."

"You can tell?" You nod your head, taking another sip.

"Baby, you impress me everyday. You're doing moves that I can only imagine doing. I am in awe of you. If you're staying late, overworking yourself, to impress me than consider your job done!" He says, quickly pulling you to your feet and dragging you out of the dance studio.

"Wait, my stuff!"

Hyunjin helps you clean up before taking your hand and leading you out of the studio.

"If you're worried that my eyes are going to wander because you don't impress me with your dancing I need you to remember that you and your dancing ability have a deathgrip on me and my heart, okay?"

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Changbin

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↣ Summary: With finals coming up for the semester, things were taking a hard toll on your body. Changbin just wanted to help you get rid of those stresses.

↣ Characters/Pairing: Seo Changbin x afab!reader

↣ Genre: smut (MDNI for your safety and Mine)

↣ AU/Trope info: college!au

↣ Word Count: 1.3k

↣ Warnings: squirting, finger fucking, pillow princess!reader

↣ A/N: There needs to be more Changbin smut. And Seungmin, honestly. Which I plan on writing for a Christmas event!

THE HANGED MAN

Pause, Surrender, Letting Go, New Perspectives

Take a breather! There is nothing wrong with taking a moment for yourself and getting your things together in order to move forward. Let go of all your past struggles that were holding you back.

With the card, the pauses you need can be a choice you make or one the universe does for you. If you are not able to do it yourself, it is best to follow along with what your body or the universe is telling you. If not things will go way worse than originally.

The card is all about letting go. Make sure you know when it is time to take a break so as to not burn out.

XII THE HANGED MAN

You woke up with a start as you looked around your bed for a moment. The study material you were working on had been neatly stacked to the side of your bed, away from your sleeping body. Looking up, you found your boyfriend at his desktop playing some kind of video game. As you quickly got up, you tried to find your phone, but couldn’t seem to find it.

“What time is it?” You asked Changbin.

“5.” He answered, turning around in the swivel chair.

Your eyes went wide as you gasped out loudly. “Why didn't you wake me up!?” You exclaimed, quickly getting up from the bed to get dressed. “I had a study session with classmates–”

“Because you need to rest.” He told you, getting up from the chair to grab your hand before you rushed more.

“Changbin—” You were cut off by the man himself.

“No.” He told you, falling back onto your bed and pulling you along. “You are stressing yourself out.” he told you as he got comfortable with you on him.

“I see you not eating, not sleeping enough. You need to take a break just a bit. Enough to get everything back on track. I'm worried about you.” He spoke softly, rubbing at your hips.

You leaned up to look at him, your hands holding you up. “But midterms are coming—”

“And the study material will not change no matter how many times you go over them.” Changbin sat up, rubbing at your thighs that straddled his waist.

“Why don't you let me take care of you for today?” He hummed, nose bumping against yours. “We can do all the likes and you get me for the day.”

“I-” You tried to protest, but he stopped you with a quick kiss.

“No disagreements.” He told you. “Today is a rest day, just like how I do it when I work out.”

You sighed, as you placed your hands against his cheeks. Changbin was a caring boyfriend and you knew he cared deeply for mental health just as much as he did physical.

“Okay.” You breathlessly told him.

“That’s my girl.” He smiled against your lips. “I promise I’ll take care of you.”

You let out a breath as he moved you onto your back on the bed, kissing at your neck and jaw. You could feel everything in your body starting to succumb to the sensation. It was already stressed enough, so anything that called for you to just relax was easily followed.

Changbin allowed his fingers to dip into the waistband of your pants, messaging your pelvic bone and belly. He watched as your hands seemed to clench onto the sheets, smiling at the fact that you had quickly fallen into pleasure. He knew what you needed and he was willing to give it to you.

“Sweetheart?” He called out to you, leaning back to make you look at him.

Your eyes were droopy, body being cushioned by the bed. Changbin would never get used to the sight of you falling into a headspace of pleasure. “Can I take off your pants?” He asked you softly.

“Yes, please.” Your quiet answer made him smile.

After your consent, he removed your pants along with your underwear. The moment he did, you were quick to shut your legs together, making him laugh quietly. You had always been twitchy when it came to your core. He was positive it had to do with the fact that you were ticklish down there.

Changbin didn’t make you move your legs apart, he knew you would do that on your own if he stimulated you enough. So he started at your ankles. Your toes curled at how his lips softly touched your skin, your leg stretching out. Changbin hid his grin into your leg, having expected this from you.

He grabbed your other ankle, placing it onto his shoulder as he gave more kisses to the leg. He would switch between both–one kiss to one leg, before placing one in the same spot on the opposite. Before you knew it, your legs had turned to jell-o the moment Changbin finally laid down on his stomach and his lips were attaching themselves to your inner thighs.

You still tried to close your thighs together each time his lips would tickle your skin but at that point Changbin had his arms wrapped around you to keep them from closing completely. He settled himself comfortably, glancing up from your heat to look at you. Your hand was at your side so Changbin took the moment to intertwine your fingers with his which got him a squeeze.

When he saw your head slowly roll over as though you were falling asleep, he took the moment to blow air onto your heat. The squeak he got made him grin. Your head snapped down to him, a playful glare on your face.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” His lips brushed against your lower lips, making you shiver.

Your eyes became soft as you looked at him. With your legs over his shoulders, one of your hands went to rub at his cheek. “I love you, Binnie.” You whispered.

“I love you too.”

The groan he got from your throat made his dick twitch against his pants. His tongue laid flat against your hot core, your slick coating his muscle. He didn’t move it much for a moment, only allowed the flat of it to cover you. Though, when your hips began to grind themselves on his face, he moved to using the tip.

And when the tip touched at your clit, you jerked up and whined out. “Binnie.” You cried.

His fingers began to dig into your thigh to keep you from moving too much away from him. They also held them open to keep from having you close them. When he noticed your hips beginning to move higher in order to get him to penetrate your entrance, he moved his fingers to your core.

You had always enjoyed Changin’s fingers on you. And the mixture of his tongue only had you mewling. He twisted the tip of his index finger at your entrance, pushing in slowly. Your cries came out more, your body twitching at his ministrations.

“I got you, princess.” He whispered, watching as you swallowed his fingers. “Just relax.”

He felt your tightly clenched walls follow his command, the stress of the week slowly leaving your body. “There you go. That’s all you needed. A good finger fucking.”

He felt your heat throb at his words, lips pulling into a smile.

“Binnie.” You whined. “Please.”

“I got you. I know.” He sat back, arm flexing as he started to pump his fingers faster in you.

You were breathing shallowly, trying to take in as much air as you could each time. But with how fast Changbin was going, it proved difficult. And the moment he found your rough patch, the tips of his fingers kept abusing the spot.

Your vision was going dark and your body was slowly going numb. All of your nerves were flowing down to the bottom of your stomach. It was getting hard to breathe properly as your orgasm was approaching you quickly.

You let out a scream and quickly shoved yourself away from Changbin’s fingers as you started to orgasm in waves of slick. Changbin’s eyes went wide, but he was quick to hold onto your hips to keep you from falling off the bed. Your juices began to soak into the bed, some of it onto Changbin’s thighs.

The man himself was panting from the sight he had just seen you in. But when you began to wither on the bed as your nerves felt on fire, he went back to being a loving boyfriend.

“You did amazing.” He whispered to you, kissing your cheeks. “You squirted so hard baby. You really needed it.”

As your breathing started to return to normal, you whined and cuddled closer to him. “Give me a bit and we can go again.” You told him.

“Let me get you water.”

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