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like-a-diamondinthesky · 5 months

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five minutes | l.m.h

pairing... bf!minho x gn!reader tags... established relationship, disgustingly fluffy, excessive references to soondoongdori, minho is a cat personified, soft mimo!

operation put your boyfriend to sleep in five minutes is a go.

wc... 1.4k words a/n... ah, yet another domestic fluff fic featuring softy minho. a star specialty! sorry guys this is kinda my fav thing to write ever r u sick of me 😁 anywayz this was inspired by this soft thought and this tiktok like i saw it and immediately thought : lee minho.

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Minho turned the doorknob and pushed the front door open, greeting Soonie who stood by the entrance with a tilted head. Shutting the door, he hung his bag on the coat rack and bent down to pet his beloved cat’s chin.

“Hi, baby,” the cat nuzzled his head into Minho’s palm and circled around his arm, “where are your brothers, hm?”

Meow… Soonie walked off to the living room as if to answer Minho’s question. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he followed his cat toward the faint nose of your favorite series playing on the TV.

When he entered the room, Minho saw your figure strewn lazily across the couch. Dori was cuddled up against your chest and Soonie hopped up to join Doongie by your feet. His heart warmed at the sight of his loves all huddled together.

“Honey, I’m home,” Minho grabbed your attention with his gentle, sing-song tone, a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

You switched your attention from the screen in front of you to the man standing in the doorway, returning his smile and giving a small wave. “Hi, my love. How was your day?”

Minho padded over to you, scooped Dori up against his chest, and settled himself where the cat had previously taken solace in your arms.

“It was alright,” he said, scooching backward to press his back firm against your front. “Tiring, as usual, but it's fine.”

Though he couldn't see it, you nodded in acknowledgment and pressed a soft kiss to his head. You brought one hand up behind his ear to scratch at his scalp, something you had found he enjoyed.

“Do you want to go to bed already? It is pretty late.” From its place above the TV, the clock read 10:37 PM. “Maybe we should move our little cuddle session to the bedroom.”

Minho sighed and shook his head. “But, I'm already so comfy here. Plus, you wouldn't dare disturb the cats, would you?”

“Please, remember the last time we slept on the couch the whole night? I don’t think we want that happening again.”

“Y/n,” Minho called your name, dragging out the last syllable. “My back hurts so much! Remind me why we stayed on the couch again.”

“I told you we should have moved to the bed! But you wouldn’t listen to me,” you snickered at your boyfriend from the kitchen while you continued to whisk a couple of eggs for your breakfast.

You set the bowl down on the counter and walked over to Minho who was still lying on the couch. When you came into his sight, he made a show of stretching his arms and legs, akin to a cat, accompanied by a few exaggerated groans.

“I don’t think I can get up at all today. I should just call in sick,” Minho draped an arm over his face, letting the other fall limp over the edge of the cushion.

“Don’t you have an important meeting today? I doubt your boss would appreciate you missing that on account of an 'ouchy' back.”

“Well, maybe if you gave me more cuddles, I’d feel a bit better.” Minho peeked at you from under his arm, proposing this cute, yet slightly impractical, solution. “Unless you want me to miss work and stay at home with you today.”

“Alright, you big baby.” Rolling your eyes, you moved to straddle Minho’s lap, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on his forehead. Now chest to chest, you wrapped an arm around his shoulders, letting the other one snake up his neck to play with the hairs at his nape.

The time you spent wrapped in each other’s warmth turned from seconds to minutes, the comfortable silence lulling you back to sleep. Minutes turned to hours, leaving Minho’s meeting unattended and the scrambled eggs forgotten on the kitchen counter.

“Ugh, at least give me five more minutes,” Minho offered as he continued to stroke Dori’s back, drawing a vibrating purr from the cat. “I don’t wanna get up yet.”

“Oh, come on, you have to brush your teeth anyways. Now get your lazy bum off the couch so we can cuddle on the bed.” You grabbed the throw pillow from behind your back and swung it at Minho’s side, accidentally startling Dori in the process. The cat jumped out of the man’s arms, causing him to throw a frown over his shoulder.

“Now look what you did! You’re scaring our babies.” Finally, Minho stood up, offering you his hand to pull you up as well. You met his hand with your own and anchored yourself up, giving him a sheepish smile.

“Oops.” You shrugged and skipped off to the bedroom, leaving your boyfriend with your three cats in the living room.

“Unbelievable.” Minho took a few steps towards the bathroom, paused, and turned back to look at his cats. “Well, are you coming with me or not?”

While your boyfriend finished his night routine, you lay on your shared bed and grinned to yourself. Operation Put Your Boyfriend to Sleep in Five Minutes was a go. You knew Minho was tired, and you wanted to send him off into a good night’s sleep in the most loving way you could.

The hallway light switched off as Minho opened the door to your bedroom, sporting a playful frown. It was time for Step One: Put him in a blanket.

“Come here, baby,” you peeled the duvet back and patted the space on the bed right next to you, beckoning your pouty boyfriend over to you. “Let’s get you to sleep, yeah?”

Trudging over to his side of the bed, Minho slid onto the mattress and pulled the heavy duvet over his body. Freshly washed, the warm, lavender-scented blanket immediately soothed his senses.

“You could’ve at least stayed with me while I brushed my teeth,” Minho continued to pout as he turned on his side to face you, “and, I don’t know, given me a back hug or something.”

Though his tone was playful, you recognized the look in Minho’s gaze. He yearned for your comfort, but he didn’t know how to ask for it. Reaching over, you cupped his face, gently caressing his cheek with your thumb. You peppered a few pecks on the corners of his mouth, kissing his pout away. Perfect timing for Step Two: Give reassuring pets.

“I’m here now, it’s okay.” His hair was soft in between your fingers as you threaded them through the fluffy locks. They smelled faintly of his coconut shampoo.

Tired, Minho let out a yawn, nose scrunched and eyelids shut. He leaned into your touch, humming contently.

Faintly, the door creaked open and you could hear light thuds on the carpeted floor, followed by a slightly louder thud on the bed as Doongie entered the bedroom and jumped up to join you. He stepped all over Minho’s body—drawing out a quiet yelp from the man beside you. You giggled as Doongie finally plopped down on Minho’s pillow, snuggling against the top of his head. This brought you to Step Three: Tuck him in.

With your boyfriend lying under the covers, you hooked one leg over him, moving your hand on his head to tuck it into your neck, cradling his body with no intent to stop any time soon.

For a second, the universe felt still. It was as though the ever-rotating hands on the clock had stopped moving, pausing to witness this intimate moment between you and Minho; as if even the angels in the skies above didn’t want this sweet gesture to end.

That was until Minho decided to take matters into his own hands and execute Step Four: Put one arm out for temperature regulation.

“It's too warm!” Minho whined into your neck, breaking the silence, and removed one arm from under the blanket, exposing it to the cold air. “Ah, that's better.”

He turned on his side and wrapped his now free arm around the small of your back, pulling you closer to him, if that were even physically possible.

Seeing your bodies pressed flush against each other, Soonie—who was previously lounging at the foot of the bed—crawled up the sheets and nuzzled into the barely-there gap between you and Minho, with Dori following suit.

Within five minutes of lying down, the night ended with your small family cuddled together on the warm, cozy bed, basking in each other’s comfort.

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adventuringblind · 9 months

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Hi this is my first time requesting anything but would you be able to do single mother!reader x the F1 grid. The love interest could be anyone you like xx

In Your Arms

2023 F1 Grid x Leclerc!reader, Max Verstappen x Leclerc!Reader

Genre: flangtsy (fluff and angst, get it? I'm a genius)

Request: yep :) Though I'm not sure if this is exactly what you wanted. Sorry if I didn't get it right 😥

Summary: Max Verstappen takes on the role of lover and father to the girl he’s seen go through hell

Warnings: mentions of r*pe and SA but no graphic depictions. Mentions of being drugged.

Notes: this feels heavy in the beginning. Written in second person

Masterlist

You didn’t know how it happened. It was supposed to be a safe place. Security is everywhere.

Though security probably didn’t have reason so suspect an engineer of doing something so awful. Defiling someone’s body without their consent.

You’d come to see Charles’ home race. Granted you live in Monaco and spend majority of your down time with drivers, their partners, and families. You’d grown up around them having gone with to see Charles race and then Arthur.

Your three older brothers had promised to keep you safe. Lorenzo felt that he had to fill your fathers shoes after his passing. Not that he saw you as helpless, but you’re always going to be his baby sister.

You wonder where they are now as you sit in Charles’ driver room. Your clothes crumpled around your body and hair tossed in every direction. You want nothing more then to peel away your own skin.

Something was in your water. She blamed it in chemicals or something, but the more you drank it the thirstier you became. Having downed the whole bottle in five minutes.

The dizziness set in after that. Body now lax and head foggy.

Charles had picked up in your now rather sick complexion and suggested you watch from his room in the motor home. An offer you gratefully took.

Right before the race, someone came to the door and opened it without knocking. A stranger in red who’s face you can’t make out.

Your phone had been buzzing nonstop with texts from your family about her location. Texts you didn’t answer. Limbs to heavy to reach for the phone.

One thing stuck in your mind is what Max is going to think of you now. You’d only been dating for a year. Would he look at you with pity in his eyes? Wonder why you didn’t fight back?

It was funny how you and Max came to be. Much if it having to do with Charles being sick of you two making heart eyes at each other growing up. He’d went as far as to throwing you in Max’s driver room and telling the two of you to confess.

Needless to say it worked.

The hours seem to drag on. Your phone still buzzing. You want to answer but you can barely move. The vertigo no letting you move further then an inch at a time.

Charles is the first to find you. Though you don’t know it’s him. The voice at the door sounds like it’s underwater and your brain can’t make out his face. For a minute, you panic. Charles’ hands are on you, trying to get you off the floor but your wailing at him to stop. Slurred words that he can’t understand fall from your mouth.

Charles can barely get close to you. So he switches tactics. Your family meets him at the door and takes one look at you. Immediately, your moth has a sense she knows what happened.

She’s so gentle. Careful not to touch you and she examines your face. She knows she’s going to have to get you to a doctor. That’s a given. However, she doesn’t know how to do so when you keep flinching at all your brothers who are wearing Ferrari red.

For now, she tries to get water down your throat.

The Leclerc’s find themselves waiting at the hospital. The best news being that you weren’t overdosed, but definitely close to it.

Charles is pacing furiously. Angry that the security around the paddock didn’t see anything strange. Arthur is trying to piece together how it could have happened and Lorenzo has been stringing together angry sentences in French over the phone.

It all comes to a halt when Max comes barreling through the door. He looks scared. Charles had called him to tell them where they were but had given him no details.

“What happened?”

Everything feels wrong. Your throat is sore. Your head hurts. Your muscles ache. Thoughts seem to be stuck somewhere.

It all comes rushing back as you remember what happened earlier that day. The room is dark, so you assume she slept for a while, but you can’t get her heart to slow down.

Max is stroking your hand gently. His eyes are sad and you can tell he's been stressed. "Nobody is telling me what happened. They said it should be you."

Some part of you is relieved, and the other is wracked with guilt.

"We don't have to talk about it now if you don't want to." He's still running his fingers along her arms.

"He was wearing red." Your nails start clawing at your skin.

It clicks and he's angry.

It's been a month and a half.

It's a slow process of getting out again.

Max refuses to leave you alone because you've been sinking further into herself. Then you're always around people. Out in the open. Stuck to someone you trust.

This morning is spent at home in bed. Max's arm tucked gently around around your waist, pulling you further into him.

It's the overwhelming feeling of nausea that has you diving out of bed and into the bathroom. Her stomach contents now not wanting to be in her body.

Max feels her panic and runs after you, trying his best to shake the sleep from his eyes. As soon as he figures out what's happening, he's holding her hair back and rubbing comforting circles on her back.

You clutche the pregnancy test in your hands. It makes her sick again. Five positives and a single negative. Three different brands.

Just when you feel you're getting better, now you have to tell everyone you're pregnant, and it's not Max's. Sobs overcame you before you can get up from where you sunk down to the floor.

Max finds you hours later, still on the floor looking and the blue lines.

"I'm so sorry."

"Nothing to apolize for, lovely. Just know I'll support you on whatever decision you make."

It's not an easy decision to keep the baby, but she can't see herself parting with them.

The sucky part is knowing that the biological father is still in the Ferrari garage somewhere. Charles, despite his best efforts, could not catch him. He must be some really nice guy that everyone likes. It's always the to nice ones that end up being evil on the inside.

Max has decided he'll take the role of father if you let him. He's been attentive. Making sure your every need is taken care of.

He's also still looking for the man who decided to take something that wasn't his. He's in the Ferrari paddock or hanging around the garage with Charles to see if anyone even looks at you funny.

Eight months in, and you're exhausted. Your mom has been staying with you while Max is traveling for races. He calls every chance he gets to check in on you.

Carlos has been sending you videos of why he is going to be a better uncle than Lando. Then Lando goes and brings you food and baby things to prove him wrong.

It's night, and you're tucked into bed, wishing Max were here cuddle with you. Then, the sensation of water leaking down your legs makes you call for your mother.

You stay calm while she drives to the hospital. You were expected to carry to full term. Neither of you expected the baby to come a month early.

You're calling Max repeatedly. The time difference puts him at prime sleep time.

Eventually he answers.

He's on the next flight home.

You waited as long as possible. Max had gotten there in the nick of time. He held your hand the entire time.

You were in labor for over a day. The pain getting unbearable at times.

When you finished, you were holding a healthy baby girl.

Isabella is your everything. Practically attached to your hip. She took more of your traits than you were expecting. Something that you're grateful for.

Your brothers spoil her to peices. Charles rarely says no to her, Lorenzo loves to show her how to boss the other two around, and Arthur has expanded her vocabulary is ways that are less then ideal.

Oscar was probably the most reliable to leave her with if Max or your brother aren't available. Having sisters comes in handy when he's combing through her hair. She falls asleep in his lap during almost every race weekend at some point.

Her favorite place is either on top of Landos shoulders or in Max's arms.

Max treats her like his own. He's said she's his daughter on multiple occasions. It was nice like this. Creating your own little family.

It takes two years after she's born for someone at Ferrari to ask you about her. Personal questions that were starting to make you uncomfortable.

Memories you'd locked away quickly find themselves flooding into your brain. Why is he so familiar?

You're outside the paddock, thankfully. People are within view.

"I want my daughter." He rasps. He is very much in your face now and You can feel his breath sticking to your face.

Your brain and chest short circuit. You send a silent prayer to whoever is listening that someone comes to save you. Thankful at yourself for leaving Isabella with Lando and Oscar.

Max had managed to catch a break and was on his way to find you. A small hop in his step at the thought of finding you and the little girl.

He freezes as he comes around the corner. His legs are carrying him faster than his mind can think. Max's hand finds his shoulder, effectively shoving the man away from you.

It takes everything in you not to fall into him as he slides in front of you protectively.

Your quick to take the opportunity to text someone to come help. Your definitely not strong enough to break them up if this gets physical and you don’t want to risk Max getting in trouble.

It's not long until Charles is barreling around the corner. Lando and Oscar close on his heels.

"You're trying to take away something that's rightfully mine." His voice is scratchy and angry, dripping with venom.

"Just like you took someone's body? I'm pretty sure taking a child is kidnapping." Max is practically growling.

Lorenzo comes running around the corner, Isabella running around the corner away from him and straight to you.

She's too far gone to stop. You lean down and scoop her up in your arms. Holding her head into her shoulder.

Max is still in front of you and her protectively. "You messed up, and now you're missing out." He spits.

Security is able to pull the Ferrari man away. Much to your relief because Charles was getting ready to swing.

You break in Max's arms once he's gone. Isabella is confused at the sadness but is still trying to cheer you up.

Max just holds you. Both of you.

"It's okay now, I'll always keep you safe."

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icallhimjoey · 1 year

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All Goes South

♥ ♥ Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Joe is overworked, tired, exhausted and just... he needs a break. Everyone knows it, too. None of it is really exciting to him anymore. Then, he meets you, and something reignites within him.

CW / disclaimer: language, drinking, rpf, fem!reader

Author’s note: I watched a very dumb 2004 romantic comedy and was ~inspired! I reworked the plot a LOT, but if you manage to figure it out ahead of time, please don't spoil anything! Come shout at me privately instead :)

Wordcount: 2.7K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five It was just after 8PM, most of the, if not the entire building already empty, when five people huddled together in the small office that belonged to one of them.

“He just seems... exhausted,”

“That’s because he is.”

Joe was meant to come in for meetings that afternoon. There were quite a few important things they had to go through, but just as he was meant to be walking in, he’d called in sick. Said he wasn’t feeling well and was about to go back to bed.

Trying to get him to do the meetings from his home were futile. Joe expertly denied, apologised, and hung up his phone before turning it off completely.

“We can all see that he’s overworked, we don’t need to dwell on that. Listen, all we want to do is give him a break, we all want that for him, but we can’t, it’s as simple as that. There’s too many things coming up, and we need him to actually go as well,”

“Yea, but what can we do when he calls in sick? I can’t send someone over to drag him out of his house by his lies,”

A soft snicker filled the small office. None of this was actually funny, though.

“We need him to stop calling in sick,”

“I’m a publicist! Not a doctor. I’m not going to risk telling him to do work when he’s unwell,”

“He’s not unwell,”

“Again, I’m not a doctor. Neither are you, or any of us. We can’t make that judgment.”

“He’s just tired. We... Honestly, we should give him a break,”

“Except we can’t.”

“It’s coming out of his own pocket, if he wants a break, we could give him a break.”

Eyes darted from one to the other, deep sighs were followed by silences.

“Remember how he used to be so excited about every single public appearance he got to do? Can we... I don’t know, find a way to get that excitement back into him?”

“Hard to be excited over shit when you’re drained,”

“I know, but there’s got to be something... there’s got to be something we can do...”

Joe splashed whatever water was left on his hands into his face after running his wrists under the cold-water stream for a second. Little drops landed all over before he rubbed his face with wet palms. He sighed deeply.

This definitely was a full set up.

He’d suspected a little something something. And he had been so close to cancelling, but he’d been made to promise. He had laughed then, “Yea, I promise, I’ll be there,” even though he thought it was silly to say that down the phone to his manager, he had done anyway.

This was supposed to be a casual dinner. Just to chat a bit, nothing too intense. Joe had told himself beforehand he wasn’t going to drink, but the second his manager started to carefully talk about all the things that were coming up, Joe had stopped a waiter and asked for a glass of something strong. Just, whatever, some hard liquor please.

Then, not even five minutes later, Joe knew it was a real set up when he saw more people walk in through the door. His team. He wondered why they’d been sat at a larger table with just the two of them to begin with, but his manager had swiftly moved onto talking about some amazing gig he’d been to over the weekend, and it hadn’t come up again.

They’d all talked. Asked questions. Wanted to know if there were things they could do to make Joe more comfortable. They were all things Joe had to decide. Decisions. Do you want this or that? Would rather have these or those? Did he mind if an intern tagged along? Would he be interested in– it was a lot. It was a mental load he didn’t really want to take on. Couldn’t really take on. It had made him escape to the toilets, and he’d been in there for way too long. They’d be coming to look for him any second now, he thought as he stared at himself in the mirror.

He rubbed his face once more before leaving the bathroom, thinking of some sort of excuse to head out. Leave.

He saw out the front, saw his manager by the entrance, on the phone, smoking a cigarette. Fuck, they thought of everything, hadn’t they? With the doors guarded, Joe couldn’t just slip out unseen. Maybe his mother could have called him about something. Some sort of family emergency. No, they fucking knew his parents, didn’t they? They could easily fact-check immediately. Everyone was way too tangled up in this business, and it was his own fault that everyone had grown close. He should’ve kept things more separate, maybe. Jesus, what was he going to say?

“Psst,”

Joe turned his head, and found someone, stood in what he assumed was the doorway that lead into the kitchen of the restaurant.

You’d seen Joe. Sat at his table, with people who all dressed way more casually than they acted. You didn’t like that. It was the pretence of, we’re just here for a good time, but then they would only talk about work and obligations.

The moment you made eye contact, Joe gave a polite smile, wanted to keep walking towards his table, so you did it again, “Psst,”

And Joe stopped, turned again, looked confused as if to ask, me? You’re trying to catch my attention?

You caught it, though, even if Joe wasn’t sure what was happening, and you nodded your head behind you. Silently said, come in here. Joe didn’t move. Just, blinked a few times. Then your eyes moved, quickly towards the kitchen, then back at Joe before you took a step backwards. And as if by magic, Joe took a step towards you. You took another, and then so did he. It was like you were a huge radiating magnet and Joe was made of iron. It kind of made you smile a little, because suddenly, there you were. In the kitchen of a restaurant. With Joe.

“You want to get out?”

Um... what? Who were you? How did you know?

“I saw that, didn’t mean to eavesdrop but... no, that’s a lie, I totally eavesdropped because I wanted to, sorry,”

Joe looked, saw people cooking, cleaning, moving hunks of meat from grills onto plates, big plumes of smoke coming from pans... No one really paid either of you any attention. As if guests walked into the kitchen all the time.

“You’re Joe Quinn– Joseph Quinn, why wouldn’t I secretly listen in?”

Wait, did you work there? You weren’t wearing what any of the other staff were wearing...

“Do you want to get out of here?” you asked again, and Joe didn’t fully understand what was happening, but found himself patting his pockets. He had everything. He stepped back, looked into the restaurant, and saw his table of people, all... sort of, bored. Not talking. All on their phones, all waiting for his return from the bathroom.

Joe sighed. They were all lovely people. Really, really nice people. He just kind of didn’t want to see them right now. Didn’t want to talk to them for like, three months, if that was allowed.

“It’s this way, you can leave throughout the back, go somewhere else, where they sell great glasses of something strong,” you joked, moving through the kitchen, beckoning Joe to follow.

Again, who were you, exactly?

“Go get your, whatever hard liquor,”

Oh, you really had eavesdropped, hadn’t you?

You pushed through two doors, and lead Joe out into a grimy alleyway where the big bins were kept.

“If they ask, I can say that I just saw you take some pictures with fans and pretend to go and get you, but really take my time. Give you a proper head start.” You were stood in the doorway still, holding the door open and selling Joe ideas that didn’t need a sales pitch. He’d fork over money just for the suggestion.

Joe huffed a breath of a laugh and turned to look down the alleyway towards the main street.

“I think someone’s still out by the doors out front,” Joe stalled.

“Want me to go check?”

Joe cocked his head a little at you, then closed his eyes and had to sort of... reset everything. Reboot the system. He had just been hauled out the back of a restaurant by someone he didn’t know and although fantastic, this was weird.

“Okay, hang on. Hi, hello,” Joe stuck out a hand, “I’m Joe, nice to meet you,”

You laughed, took his hand, and introduced yourself.

“Thank you for this, it’s bizarre,” Joe laughed even though he still looked confused. “But... yea, thank you,”

“Be free little bird,” you waved an arm and couldn’t finish the sentence before cracking up. “Go migrate, fly south, where the good stuff is,” you meant pubs, and it seemed like Joe understood.

You smiled at each other a second before you moved to shut the door. A weird sense of accomplishment washed over you. Perfect. This had gone perfectly, right? It had. Had it? No, yes, it had.

“Come with?”

The door was almost closed when fingers curled around the edge, stopping you from shutting it completely.

“Huh?”

“Wanna come with? Lone birds are bad luck, aren’t they?” Joe had his lips pursed into a smile which looked like he was trying to hide it. A mischievous glint played in his eyes.

“That’s magpies I think,” you said, which wasn’t the point, but it gave you more time to consider what was being asked of you.

Joe was asking you to sneak out into the night with him. Joe Quinn. Joseph Quinn. It was kind of exactly what you’d hoped would happen but hadn’t really dared to think about, because obviously, this was never going to happen. But it was. He'd literally just asked. Joe’s fingers were clasped around the door you’d tried to pull shut and was asking you to come with him.

“Those are birds,” Joe half shrugged, smiled.

You looked him up and down a second, then said, “Okay, give me like, a minute, I’ll go see from inside if there’s still someone out by the door,”

And like promised, you reappeared about a minute later. Found Joe stood in the middle of the alleyway, hands in pockets, waiting for you.

“He’s still out there. We’ll have to walk a regular pace, turn immediately, so we won’t stand out and he shouldn’t notice us,”

And like you’d known each other for years, you fell into step together as you made your way over to the main road. Just before turning, you stopped, held an arm out that stopped Joe and you peered around the corner.

“Okay,” you whispered, thought maybe you should wait for him to turn the other way before you’d turn the corner, but then Joe pushed your arm down and grabbed your hand, pulling you right along with him as he stepped out.

You had to take rushed little steps to keep up with him.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” you whispered, overtaken by this blissful giddiness, almost childlike, and you couldn’t help but look over your shoulder.

Shit.

You made direct eye-contact.

“Oh shit, he saw me,” your voice was high pitched, throat strained trying to keep in squeals of laughter. You could hear Joe was letting giggles escape him as you picked up pace until you were running, hands firming their grip onto each other.

“Hey!”

It served as a gunshot at a marathon. You both started bolting it down the street, dodging other pedestrians and laughing loudly as you held onto each other for dear life. You disappeared around a corner, but kept running, jumping over puddles, and dashing across streets – Joe didn’t even really check for cars, but you were flying together, and it felt like London was yours and yours alone. It didn’t matter that people were looking. They’d only get to see you for a second anyway.

Completely out of breath with the early beginnings of stabbing pain in your side, you said, “Wait, no, this way,” and pulled Joe around a corner, straight into the entrance of a pub.

In the small little hallway that the two of you filled out completely, you took a moment to catch your breath. With thumping hearts you panted, finally let go of each other's hands and smiled at each other with open mouths.

Then Joe's phone rang in his pocket, and it made Joe groan immediately.

“Turn that off,” you said, pushing the double swinging door that lead inside.

Joe showed you who was calling, like the name Alex was meant to mean something to you. Then laughed as he declined it and swiftly moved on to do as he was told, turning his phone off.

Moving inside, the place was comfortably busy. Nothing insane, still lots of seats left, but also not empty. You didn't draw immediate attention from everyone, which was good. Great, actually. Joe'd never been to this place before. Neither had you.

“So,” you started, still not fully back to breathing normally. “As a bird that's just broken out of its cage and has flown down south, how strong of a drink are we talking here?”

“I'll do a pint,” a sensible choice.

“One pint for the bird. Coming up,”

Joe watched as you stepped towards the bar, and he realised he was left a little mesmerized. There was something about you... oh man, he was in a lot of trouble. Joe could only imagine the kind of voicemail messages he was being left right this second. But seeing you lean over the bar to order drinks, there was no way Joe was going to back out. Also you kept calling him a bird, and it was unexpected, but Joe sort of liked it. It worked at something in his stomach, which he tried to ignore for the time being.

When was the last time Joe'd gone somewhere without knowing where he'd eventually end up? Or how he was going to get home?

It had been too long, honestly.

Everything had all been wrapped up in work. Sure, there were parties. There were parties all the time. But it was always networking and careful selection of who he spoke with, even when he got a friend or two to tag along. It was always drinks inside, photographs with girls who'd been waiting outside.

And Joe didn't want to disappoint. He didn't want to tell people no, especially not fans. It kind of became safer to just stay inside. Be alone in his own home, where there were no expectations and the only person he could disappoint was himself.

Now he was in a random little pub where no one even really looked at him, cared about him, knew who he was or wanted something from him. Except, you definitely knew who he was. Hadn't kept that a secret at all. But somehow, that was fine...

What was it...? What was it about you? You kind of pulled him in and it was... exciting. Strange, too. This definitely had potential to all be a massive mistake, but so exciting. So fun.

Joe stepped closer, heard you order two pints and interjected. “Should we get a quick shot in as well?”

You turned, looked him in the eye and grinned. Oh, it was going to be that kind of an evening, huh? You kind of understood. Those people at Joe's table had all been talking at him at once, and you'd eyed Joe as he hadn't really given them more than quick one-word answers.

Joe needed an escape. You'd given him a physical one and now the drink would provide him with a mental one.

You understood. But, even if you hadn't, you still would've been game. Who were you kidding? Who the fuck was going to say no to shots with Joe Quinn?

“And two... tequila?” You asked, and Joe smiled, nodded. “Two tequila shots, please.”

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salitok · 11 months

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Surprise!!

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Ellie Williams x fem reader ( farm Ellie )

Warning: Smut, oral ( E receiving), strap-on sex (R receiving ), riding Ellie's strap, praise, pet names ( babe, baby, honey, sweetheart), R wearing lingerie, overstimulation, squirt.

Summary: You surprised Ellie to make her feel better

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Ellie and you have been married for over a year. After the two of you got married you moved to the farm to settle down and have a relaxed life. You both decided on your chores around the farm, which makes it easier to live. The both of you decided that you will be a housewife and milk the cows; she would do the “tough work” which was based on cultivating, maintaining farm machinery, equipment, and hunting. Ellie and you really took your work seriously even tho you took breaks to spend together and have a good time.

This last month Ellie was been full of work, she is always so tired and in a bad mood. You are worried about her and even tho you try to make her feel better, cooking her favorite meals and hugging her a lot, it isn’t enough and her smile is momentarily. Ellie would cuddle in bed every night and she would fall asleep in seconds.

Today as you were washing clothes you came up with a great idea. You screamed from the top of your lungs calling her. “ HONEY HELP”, as Ellie heard your scream she ran to you, you were sitting on a chair outside putting to dry the clean clothes. “ what’s up sweetheart, are you ok ??” She asked looking at you worried. “ Baby i think am sick, can you stay with me inside all day long ?? You looked at her softly, “Babe I have work to do”, you started begging, “pleaseee”, and after a minute she agreed.

As the two of you walked inside the big house, she kept looking at you worried and curiously, you looked at her and faked a cough and then trough yourself into her arms. She sited you on the living room couch and laid next to you, she cuddled you trying to get you warm. Five minutes later she was was knocked out, you looked at her, she is beautiful, her flannel lifted her perfectly, her hair rested framing her face and her mouth was gently opened, breathing softly. You stood up from the couch slowly, you didn’t wanted her to wake up, you walked to the kitchen and made her favorite dinner and then you ran to your shared bedroom and changed into your most exquisite lingerie and putted a rope on top to cover your self, you did your makeup and makes sure you smell good.

It was 7:00 pm, you walked to the living room and woke Ellie up taping her shoulder gently and kissing her cheek.

“Wake up honey is late,” you said looking at her. “What hour is it ?” "late Babe it is already dark, I made you ur favorite meal”. She looked at you filled with confusion, you looked gorgeous. “ hon I thought you were sick” She followed you as you walked her to the diner table and serve her food, “I was” you giggle. She ate all the food on the plate; suddenly you say…

“ Baby i have a surprise for you” kissing her cheek and neck sloppy.

“You do ?” She staring into you. She was sitting in a chair and you were right in front of her standing up.

You took your rope off and trow it on the floor, you now were standing in front of her in lingerie. You walked up to her and sitting on her lap, you kissed her, every part of her, she let out small moans.

She put her hand on your waist, making gentle circles on your skin. “you look so good baby”

“Thank you babe, you can do anything to me now, I am yours” You looked at her with doe eyes.

She then lifted you up, you could see the smirk across her face. She took you to the bedroom quickly as the both of you kissed. She laid you down on the bed, your head resting on the pillows, she then laid next to you. You kneeled between her legs and looked at her asking for permission.

“Go ahead baby” she said putting her hand on your head and holding your hair out of your face.

You took her jeans and panties off, and seconds after you licked her slit slowly. Ellie's head fell back and she moaned “fuck babyy”. You started making circular motions with your tongue on her clit, Ellie's grip was firm, holding your hair as she moaned your name. you loved making her feel good, your tongue inside of her, moving faster and faster

"you're doing so good baby, am going to reward you", you looked at her, your mouth still pleasuring her, you knew she was close, you could feel it. "stick your tongue out baby, am going to cum" she said between moans.

After she came she griped your hair and pulled you up to kiss her.

"am going to fuck you so fucking good", she then open the drawer on the nightstand and pulled her strap out, it was long and thick, it made you wet just thinking about it entering you. She put on the strap while kissing you, and she took your panties off, leaving you only in the lace bra and the knee-length stockings. She sat down, her head resting on the bed headboard.

"I want you to ride my dick" she commanded you, and you immediately hop on top of her. Ellie holds the big strap with one hand, the pit in your wet hole, you moaned as her cook entered you

"your so tight", your head felt forward when it fully entered you, your walls hugging the big strap. Ellie lifted your head up and looked at you

"your so fucking pretty. am going to pound you so hard", she started pounding you, her hands holding your waist tightly as she lifted her hips up to pound you.

You moaned loud, your hand wrapping Ellie's neck for support. the strap coming in and out of you with ease. ellie was fascinated, she kissed you harshly, and she separated seconds after to pound you faster and harder. Her hand left your waist to go directly to your clit, rubbing it fast, up and down.

"omg ellieee !!" you could feel the orgasm coming, you were screaming and blabbing nonsense

"cum for me baby", her words were like magic second later you came on the strap, your head falling into her neck, moaning her name. She kept going, rubbing your clit faster, her dick buried inside of you moving in and out fast and rough, it was overstimulating you, you moaned hard into her ear, trying to tell her it was too much, but she didn't stop, as you moaned for a last time you squirted all over her thighs, her hand and the strap. Ellie pounded you two more times before pulling out. She laid you down and hugged you

"you did so good, m good girl", kissing your neck. after a few minutes, she went to the bathroom for a towel to clean the mess you made.

After cleaning everything including you, she spooned you as the both of you fell asleep

"you really know how to make me feel better. what a surprise" Ellie told you before falling to sleep hugging you.

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie smut #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams smut #ellie x you #ellie tlou2 #farm ellie williams

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suckerforcate · 1 year

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Hi! Id like to request a Larissa x reader with cliche tropes. Enemies (?) to lovers where reader is a teacher that’s stubborn and kind of always encourages the children with their slightly crazy ideas (only because reader likes to see them having fun because r never got to do so growing up) but of course, Larissa has to keep things in order so they kind of butt heads often. Before the children go back from their break, Larissa and reader had to go to a conference somewhere snowy and the second trope is that, of course, the hotel room only has one bed because the reservation was messed up. The conference got moved because of a snow storm so the two gets stuck in their room. They argue but then they calm down and somehow ends up confessing their feelings for each other.

I really love cliché tropes and would love to see one written for Larissa. Thank youuu!

Snow Storm

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 1881

Warning: none

A/n: I love the one bed trope, honestly it's the best!!! Hope you like it<3

You had grown up with your grandmother and as much as you loved her and were thankful for having frown up so good, she wasn't one for crazy things. She liked order and quiet, no pranks or experiments.

So now, as teacher, your inner child laughed every time the students asked you to help them with some crazy idea they had. You always knew Larissa would disapprove and make you responsible for it, but you took that on you. It was just wonderful to see the kids have fun, often they had problems for themselves. They didn't have amazing families, struggled with their powers or had just normal teenage-problems. It was wonderful to see them have fun for once. To see them carefree and happy.

You knew Larissa didn't mean harm, she wanted to see the kids happy just as much as you. But she was the Principle, and she didn't like seeing a half blown up tree, because you decided to built your own firework. She also didn't like to see the whole school wall full of paint, because you filled balloons with it and threw it at each other. And she most certainly didn't like to see half her students out of bed in the middle of the night because you had organised a nightly scavenger hunt.

Sadly these things had caused some tension between Larissa and you. You couldn't shake the feeling that she didn't like you very much, because you were a troublemaker in her eyes. You on the other hand liked her a lot, probably way too much. Anytime she was angry at you and yelled, you just got nervous because it looked very hot. But you had come to terms with the fact that you'd probably stay alone forever, crying after this incredible woman.

That was until you went to a conference in Newport with Larissa.

It was the last week of Christmas break and Larissa initially asked someone else to accompany her. But they fell sick, and you were the only other teacher that hadn't gone home over Christmas. So she had no other choice. You had of course been incredibly excited, spending a few days with her.

The drive didn't take too long, round about an hour and a half. But as you arrived, you were met by a snow storm. It was still pretty early, because the conference would have started at two in the afternoon. To your delight, Larissa had gotten a message that the conference was cancelled. While you were parking.

"Couldn't they have said that earlier, we could've stayed home!" Larissa shrugged her shoulders, obviously annoyed too. You most definitely couldn't turn around, the snow storm was getting worse, and it had already been hard driving the last half hour.

You knew you couldn't check into your rooms until at least five o'clock. That would have been no problem, if there was a conference to attend. But there wasn't. You decided the most reasonable thing was to eat something first. Next to the hotel was a restaurant, that looked okay ish.

The first twenty minutes were horrible, no one talked, and you just awkwardly started at your glasses. To your own surprise, you were the one to break the silence.

"I'm really sorry, that you're stuck here with me now. I know your not very fond of me, to say lightly." You looked up at her, meeting kind eyes. Larissa put her hand on yours and stroked the back of your hand with her thumb. Your skin felt hot where she touched you and for a second your breath hitched.

"Oh Darling. That's not true, I like you. You're a wonderful person, you just have a talent of getting on my nerves from time to time." You chuckled, that you did.

"I'm not doing those things go get on your nerves, please know that. I do them, because it makes me incredibly happy to see the kids carefree from time to time. They all have way too much on their mind for teenagers and these pranks and adventures distract them." Larissa smiled at you, squeezing your hand.

"I know, but I'd be incredibly thankful, if on the future you could check up with me before doing these things. I'm positively sure there are ways of making them happy without destroying the school." You both laughed. Your eyes fell to her hand still on yours, not knowing what to say. You just wanted to grab it a little tighter, as the waiter came with your food, causing you to break apart hastily.

After that it was much more comfortable, you couldn't remember ever having talked so much with Larissa apart from her yelling at you. It felt absolutely natural, telling her about where you came from, why you had become a teacher. Her telling you about her time at Nevermore. You had always envied the kids for having had the opportunity to go to a school of outcasts.

"Well, I grew up with my grandma. I loved her, and I'm very thankful for her, but of course it wasn't always easy. She didn't understand my ability and for sure didn't know that there were schools for people like me. She was supportive of it, yes, and I also wasn't forbidden to use them at all. But I sometimes felt alone, like I was the only one like this. And of course I couldn't use them in school, no one would have understood. Just my Grandma and later my best friend knew about the telekinesis." Larissa gave you an apologetic look. Your best friend had also been the one to find out about Nevermore and told you about it. If it wasn't for him, you probably wouldn't sit here.

You had long finished dinner and were still talking until a waiter politely kicked you out, because the table was reserved for someone else now. A quick glance at your watch told you that you could probably try checking in. So you grabbed your luggage and went into the hotel. You gladly let Larissa speak to the young woman at the reception while looking around the lobby. As you saw Larissa rub her temples annoyed, you stepped forward and asked what's wrong. The kind young lady answered patiently.

"There has been a mix-up with the reservations. We've booked one room for two, instead of two rooms for one each." You knew the look Larissa gave the poor woman. She was close to an outbreak, so you quickly took over, pushing yourself in front of Larissa.

"That will be okay, we take it. No worries, it wasn't your fault." The woman smiled and you, thankful for your patience and understanding.

"Thank you, here are your keys. You can just put them in the box right there, when you leave." You nodded and gave her another smile. Turning around, you pushed Larissa in the direction of the lift.

"Larissa, it was hardly her fault." She knew that, but it had been a long day and her nerves were strained.

You had the key, so you also opened the door and were the first to step in.

"Oh..." you just stared at the bed.

"What else? I- oh." Larissa sat down on a chair, defeated. There was room for two, yes. But in one Queen sized bed, with just one blanket.

"It's okay, really. I'll sleep on the floor. I don't mind." Larissa's eyes shot up at you.

"Don't be ridiculous. There's just one blanket, do you want to freeze? Well both sleep in the bed. We're grown people." Yes you were, but you were also madly in love with the woman in front of you. You felt your cheeks heat up, but before she could see it you turned around and opened you bag grabbing some comfy clothes and your toiletries.

"I'll take a shower." With that you were through the bathroom door. Leaning on the door, breathing strained. How were you going to survive this? Stepping out of the shower, you put on some lotion and got dressed. Without thinking you stepped out of the bathroom, regretting it immediately. Larissa was still getting dressed and had nothing except her underwear and a bra on. Hastily you turned around again.

"Omg, I'm so sorry." You scolded yourself internally for not knocking or asking. You didn't turn around again until she sighed and talked.

"Turn around, I'm finished. It's not a big deal." You slowly turned, embarrassed of your reaction and packed your stuff away. Hesitantly you sat down on the edge of the bed and crawled under the sheet. Trying your hardest to not make contact with her skin in any way. Larissa sighed again, you were getting on her nerves. You knew it.

"For heaven’s sake, (Y/n). I'm not going to bite you. Do you want to fall out of bed?" You nervously slid closer, still keeping a fair distance. As much as that was possible in a bed of this size.

"Honestly the day was going very well, why are you making it so awkward now? You're overly nervous. It's horrible." She was extremely annoyed. You felt the words get stuck in your throat, and it took you a second to find them again.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to annoy you. But I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, and then you'd hate me again." Larissa looked at you, surprised of your unsure demeanour.

"(Y/n), I've told you. I don't hate you."

"Yeah, but you might." Larissa was utterly confused, what was all the fuss about?

"Why should I?" You gulped. You couldn't tell her, that would just make it all worse. But she looked at you expectantly. You knew she wouldn't let go until you said something.

"Because, I'm in love with you." You whispered it, so quite Larissa nearly failed to hear it. Her eyes widened, it was the last thing she had expected.

The look on your face broke her heart, she immediately felt guilty for having snapped at you. Her face, her voice even her body language relaxed and became kind and caring again. She gently laid an arm around your waist and pulled you closer. You were way too startled to say anything, and she used that to her advantage. She pulled you into her lap and put her head on your shoulder.

"Are you telling me, all this nervousness is caused by me?" She whispered into your ear, not flirty or seductive. Just amused, but full of love.

"Y-Yes." You stammered, her warm breath on your skin made your heart skip and lead to goosebumps all over you. You felt Larissa's hand slightly push your face to the side. You were now facing her.

"Oh, but darling. That's completely unnecessary." With that she lightly graced her lips over yours, barely touching them.

"Can I kiss you?" That question was redundant, as her lips were already practically on your. But you appreciated in nonetheless. So you nodded and not a second later her lips were fully on yours. At that moment, you forgot everything that ever worried you. For it was unimportant, all that mattered right now, were her lips on yours, her arms around your waist and the warmth of her body close to you.

#gwendoline christie #gwendoline christie x reader #wlw #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x you #larissa x reader #wednesday #wednesday netflix #wednsday addams #principle weems

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wosowrites · 1 year

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Back With Her (Jordan Nobbs x Reader)

warnings: none

a/n: based off this request:

prompt: fluff with jordan as your happy shes on the roster for camp.

When it was announced that Jordan would be playing one last game with Arsenal, you felt your heart drop. The whole training session was off and silent. You all went home after, even though you usually do something together after practice. Jordan had been off the past couple weeks. You weren’t kissing as much, or going on dates. She was just… not Jordan. Arsenal wasn’t Arsenal without Jordan, and Jordan wasn’t Jordan without Arsenal.

You went home that day numb. Jordan was visiting Aston Villa’s stadium and coaches, getting to know them a little. Or so that’s what Jonas told you girls.

You drove home, the car quiet, missing Jordans bad post training kareoke. The seat beside yours was empty, missing your girlfriends presence. As you got onto the hallway, the water works turned on. You started violently sobbing, feeling sick to your stomach the whole drive. You were trying to concentrate on the road, knowing that your tears were dangerous as they blurred your eyesight. You pulled over once you got off the highway and turned your engine off. You probably sat in your car for forty five minutes, sobbing, crying and just being an all around mess.

What broke you out of your tears was Jordan’s name on your screen, your phone was connected to the bluetooth and her ringtone rang throughout the car. You quickly answered, trying to make it seem as though you weren’t crying. "Baby?" Jordan’s voice said. "Hey," you said, your voice breaking immediately. "Y/n… im sorry. I couldn’t tell you." Jordan said, her own voice shaking. "Come home, Jords. Please," you cried into the phone. "I’ll be there in an hour. I love you. This won’t change anything."

That night, when Jordan got home, you held her as she cried, and then she did the same for you. It was the worst night of your life.

Then came Jordans last game for Arsenal. Leah held her as she cried knowing fans would notice, but not caring. Jordan and Leah had always been best friends. You? You had Katie hugging you in the tunnel for a solid twenty minutes after the game. You felt as though you were loosing your girlfriend.

Once Jordan started training with Villa, she had no choice but too move out of your shared apartment. Your apartment was too far from the training centre for Jordan.

You came to your own training sessions everyday with puffy and red eyes. Your team held you when you needed it, and left you alone when you needed that. They were all there for you.

"Im loosing her," you told Katie one morning. It was an early training session, you were tired, and sad, and scared. All up in your feels, you had broken down crying an hour into the training. "You’re not loosing her. You talk to her every day, you will not break up. Do you hear me?" Katie had said.

Jonas would have been annoyed with you if it wasn’t for the fact that instead of your pain making you distracted, it fuelled you. In the five games since Jordan left, you had scored seven goals and had three assists. You were also more irritable, having picked up threw yellow cards in those games, but Arsenal was used to getting booked.

International break was coming up, and you were scared that Jordan wouldn’t make the cut. You needed to see her, spend a night with her, train with her again. You had seen her almost every day since she had left, but it wasn’t the same. For seven years, you spent every hour with her. There was no moment where you had to say goodbye. And that change was getting the better of the both of you.

The roster for the international break came out for the players at 3:00, which happened to be the same time your training ended. When you saw the list, you screamed out of joy. "Why are you so happy? You’re always on that roster." Manu asked you. "I don’t care about me! Jordans on the roster!" You yelled, jumping into Leah’s arms. That night, you and Jordan went on your first date in a long time, but the meal was nothing compared to what went down at her apartment.

You arrived at training with the rest of the british arsenal girls. You were one of the firsts to arrive, having coming earlier because Leah needed to, and you wanted to come up together. You cheeked the room list, having been marked down for room 129 with Lucy. You felt relief at being paired with Lucy. Although you loved all your teammates, she was easy to room with. She was fun but could be calm, clean but not annoying when you left things around, and was always a good listener.

You unpacked your bag, knowing Lucy would want the window bed, and knowing she would be one of the later arrivals due to where she was flying in from.

You went down for supper at 6:20, having fallen asleep and cursing yourself for probably missing Jordan’s arrival. You hurried down the hallway and into the elevator towards the floor where the dining hall was. The girls were all already settled in. You spotted Jordan quickly. She was sitting with Leah, Lucy, Keira and Georgia. There was a free chair between Leah and Jordan. You quickly walked over to the table, the girls spotting you. "Y/n! Hey, I was about to come get you." Lucy said.

You ignored her and wrapped your arms around Jordan who had already stood up. "Somehow I thought you wouldn’t be here. That your name on the roster was like… me being delusional." You said to her, hugging her head. "I’m here. I’m not leaving."

The girls smiled at the both of you, you pulled apart and Jordan sat back down as you went to get food. "You guys aren’t fucking on my bed." Lucy said. "Same goes to you and Keira." Jordan answered. Lucy shut up real quick after that.

The team had a movie night in the common room, the staff having set up couches, bean bags and egg chairs around the room. As always, you arrived late, causing Jordan to be late as she waited for you in your room. At least that’s what you told everybody. It was more like you were making out and lost track of time. You and Jordan ran down the halls, hand in hand, giggling like teenagers.

You found your way to the common room where a movie was being picked, and where almost all the spots were taken. "Share an egg chair with me then?" Jordan asked you, pointing to the only free spot in the whole room.

"Wouldn’t want to sit anywhere else" she winked. She sat down on the chair first and you sat down after, cuddled up in her lap. You rested your head on her shoulder as her hands wrapped around your waist and held you close, her hand slipping under your shirt and tracing patterns on your stomach.

"Im so proud of you. No ones worked harder than you, Jords." You whispered to her as all the girls focused on the classic Harry Potter movie playing. "Thank you. I couldn’t have done it without you," she said, playing with your hair now. "What do you mean?" you asked, moving your head to look at her. "You’re my drive. You’re what keeps me going," she answered.

#woso fic #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #arsenal fcw #aston villa #jordan nobbs #leah williamson #lucy bronze #keira walsh #engwnt #lionesses

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somber-sapphic · 9 months

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Keep Her From Falling

〖Notes: Thanks to @goldenempyrean for helping to pull me out of my writing rut with this idea! ALSO. This is a sort of slow burn supercorp, there will be a part two which is in the works.〗

〖Summary: When Kara shows up soaking wet to an interview with Lena the brunette knows she has to do something.〗

〖Word Count: 1.3k〗

〖Pairing: Supercorp technically〗

☾Masterlists☽

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Lena sighed and listened to the rain pattering outside, letting the sound quell her anxiety about the upcoming interview with her favorite blonde reporter. The young genius did a wonderful job of disguising her true feelings, hiding her constant nerves behind a quick wit and confident demeanor but in reality, she was sort of a mess.

A mess who may or may not have been in love with a certain reporter who was now running five minutes late. Lena checked her watch for the fifth time in the last ten minutes, concern beginning to overcome her jitters. Kara was never late. Every other time she had come for an interview she was at least fifteen minutes early and brought coffee or doughnuts.

Now, Lena was well aware of her best friend’s “secret” identity, it had become pretty clear upon one of their first meetings in which Kara had claimed to have flown to her office on a bus. That was the beginning, then the dots had been pretty easy to connect. Glasses didn’t do much to hide one’s identity, especially after it had become clear.

It was a quiet understanding between them, Kara knew that Lena knew her secret but neither pushed the issue. Eventually, they’d need to have that conversation, but for now, the silence let them live in harmony.

The brunette sighed and glanced at her watch again, wondering if she should contact Alex to see where the woman was. She was getting legitimately worried.

Just as Lena was pulling out her phone to text both the blonde in question and her sister, the door cracked open and a sopping wet miserable-looking reporter poked her head in, water dripping from her hair onto her face and then onto her sopping clothes.

“H-hi Lena, s-s-sorry I’m late.” Kara practically whispered, her voice little more than a hoarse croak. Lena felt her jaw drop at the sight, but her shock was quickly replaced by a sense of urgency. She stood and walked to the blonde’s side, taking her best friend's freezing hands in hers.

“Oh Kara, what happened?” She asked gently, trying to decide what exactly she was going to do about the soaking, shivering woman.

“Got c-caught in the r-rain.” The blonde tried for a chuckle, but it came out as a chesty cough that seemed to take a lot of energy out of her. Those beautiful crystal blue eyes were dull and confused, her chapped nose running slightly. The poor thing looked awful.

“Yeah, I can see that. Come here, sit down. Let me get you some dry clothes.” She guided Kara over to the couch and sat her down, ignoring the woman’s protests that she was fine. Once she had the reporter sitting, Lena went back to her desk and pulled out a change of clothes and a towel, things she kept in her office just in case she was forced to stay the night on the couch. She was the first person to tell you that sleeping in a pencil skirt was not comfortable.

“Okay, go dry off and get changed. Then I’m taking you home,” she said, gesturing towards the bathroom branching off of her office. It was a very nice bathroom, complete with a shower which didn’t get used very often. She would have offered to let Kara use it but the likelihood that the woman would accept was so low she figured that it would be better just not to bother.

“Lena, the i-interview,” Kara replied, her brow furrowing as she talked. That notorious ‘crinkle’ emerged and Lena almost smiled, she probably would have if not for her worry for her friend.

“No. You’re sick, you’re going to change and I’m taking you home.” Lena replied, not letting her get any further. Of course, the blonde was stubborn. It wasn’t going to be quite so easy.

Kara wrinkled her nose and crossed her arms over her chest, getting to her feet. The CEO went rigid, waiting for the woman to fall as she prepared to drop the clothes and catch her. Thankfully, although the blonde’s face when stark white, well, whiter than it already was, she remained on her feet.

“I’m fine.” Lena reached over and touched her forehead, astonished at the heat waves being thrown from the woman’s skin. All logic would say that she should be cold as ice after being out for so long in the rain.

"No, you're not fine. You're burning up.” She argued, tucking a piece of her dripping blonde hair behind her ear. The alien shivered a bit but didn’t move, not willing to back down.

“Everyone gets colds, I-I’ll live,” Kara said, sounding unsure. There was a glint in her eyes that screamed panic but they both knew that she wasn’t going to say anything.

Lena tilted her head to the side slightly, squinting at her friend as she tried to decide how best to approach this situation. She decided that for now, a blunt approach would be best.

“Okay. We both know that isn’t true, you don’t get sick unless you solar flare and this is worse than a cold. Go get changed, when we get back to your place you can shower to warm up a little, but this will have to do for now.”

Kara looked a bit stunned as she realized that Lena knew about the Supergirl thing. The brunette sort of brushed it off as if it was nothing and took a step forward to grab one of the ill woman’s hands. They would have to discuss everything later when Kara was feeling better.

“Come on, please Kara. If you can get sick you can get hypothermia. You’re shivering. I’ll even dry your hair if you want.” Her tone was softer now, her posture radiating loving concern. She watched as Kara’s walls broke down and she hunched in on herself, sneezing towards her chest. It was followed by another fit of lung-rattling coughs that made Lena worry about bronchitis, or worse, pneumonia.

“But Snapper…” She trailed off, running out of arguments. Being home and warm with Lena to take care of her sounded so nice, she was wondering if the brunette would be willing to cuddle. She needed a hug.

“I’ll deal with him. Go.”

Kara begrudgingly took the clothes and walked into the bathroom which, if she wasn’t so sick, she would have had to admire. It was a nice bathroom. She set the clothes on the toilet lid and began to dry her hair and body, sneezing twice before she was finished.

The blonde then quickly pulled on the fresh set of clothes, taking a moment to bury her face in the soft, nice-smelling fabric. She was grateful that her nose wasn’t too stuffy to smell Lena’s clean perfume, the smell bringing her a sense of comfort.

She padded out of the bathroom in just socks, surprised to see her best friend waiting with a pair of booths and a large raincoat.

“My driver is waiting right outside; we shouldn’t be in the rain for too long. Put this stuff on and we’ll get you home.” Kara obeyed wordlessly, too tired to argue or even thank the CEO. That didn’t bother Lena at all, she was just relieved to see that the blonde was accepting her help.

Once Kara was bundled up in the knee-length raincoat and what could’ve passed as snow boots the younger woman pulled on her coat before doing one final mental sweep of the office. Nothing needed to be done, everything was ready.

“Shall we?” she asked, holding out a hand for Kara to take. The blonde accepted and allowed herself to be half dragged from the building, stumbling over her feet in her dizzy haze. Even though she was slightly off balance, she wasn’t worried about it. Lena would keep her from falling.

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omegalomania · 2 years

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highlights from the virtual signing joe did back before his book tour, cause i havent seen anyone talk about it yet:

ppl who participated in the signing got to do a sweepstakes for a merch package and when the spokesperson was showing it off joe was like "and it's got a LOCKPICK and a GARROTE and a BALACLAVA so just DO WHATEVER DAMAGE YOU LIKE"

he introduced black flag, his favorite band, to his daughter and she thought it sounded terrible lkdfjldjfkd

when fob went to induct green day at the hall of fame joe mentions smoking weed with joan jett and miley cyrus. icon.

he regrets not having better tools to deal with his anxiety about touring and worrying about how every time he got in the van he'd be leaving home. "...and i wish i had, instead of looking out the back window, looked toward the front of the van and realized i was with four or five of my best friends and that i was in safe company."

re: the rest of the band, "they are like brothers, at the end of the day. it's a brotherly relationship."

his 8 year old begs him to watch horror movies and r-rated movies with him and he tells her she can watch them when she's 30

"let's talk about music. nothing better than talking about music. don't listen to it. just talk about it."

when asked about his proudest accomplishment: "i love all my children equally. but here's the reality. i am SO proud of fall out boy because it's a gigantic band that i started as a teenager. we just did stadium shows supporting GREEN DAY."

he's also super proud of the damned things and how honored he was that scott ian from anthrax, one of his personal heroes, trusted him to do so much writing

the interviewer goes, "all right here's a softball" and joe goes, "SOFT ME. uh, what?"

his favorite guitar is his 1965 reverse-body gibson firebird

his favorite transformer is grimlock

this question was supposed to be a lightning round but when asked "nintendo or sega" he says nintendo and then spends about 3 minutes talking abt punchout and then rattling off obscure sonic trivia. i love him.

his favorite video game is final fantasy 7. he says he "nearly flunked" out of middle school because of it.

he has a hard time picking a favorite horror movie since he loves horror but he picks "texas chainsaw massacre" as the one that affected him the most. he also recommends "anything for jackson" because it will "give you nightmares, if you are interested in having nightmares"

his favorite star wars character is yoda because his wisdom applies to real life very frequently

a fan-submitted question talked about with knives and how much the fan liked his vocals and both the interviewer and joe smiled REALLY big!!!!

sadly he doesn't like singing that much cause he doesn't like his voice. also he says fall out boy has a really good singer already. but he won't rule out doing some solo venture and recording super distorted vocals someday

re: what he wants to be remembered for the most - "having a sick bod, man."

"no, genuinely, i want my children to remember me as a good father. that's like the truth. and for having a sick bod."

he really doesn't hold any grudges about the hazing he got in the early days of touring because it was an initiation ritual and it weathered him quickly to touring life. he doesn't think people could get away with it now though.

"if you're gonna punch somebody though, do it when they're not looking"

re: favorite song to play live - "i don't care" because it "Just Rocks." and it's really fun!

his bluetooth in his car started playing "of all the gin joints in the world" and he texted patrick about how good of a song it was and how it'd be nice to play it live again

"as the kids maybe used to say, it SLAPS." brief discussion regarding the difference between a bop and a slap.

currently most of his musical ambitions lie in whatever fall out boy will do next

he tried scoring and composing for commercials and the like and he found that he really does not like it that much

he apologizes for not getting a haircut before the livestream. "this is just how i am, sloppy and unpresentable." (note: he was doing this livestream after a 13-hour flight from rock in rio in brazil)

#fall out boy #joe trohman #*making poasts #i felt like doing this tonight because certain Subsections of bandom are being very irritating and id like some good vibes #plus this was a really lovely little q&a #of all the gin joints!!! he would love to play it live again!!!!!

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prettygirlmjmjmj · 8 months

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Glowing up this school year

Whenever I am entering a new school year I'm always filled with excitement. I love shopping for new clothes, stationary and essential items. I get to pick out my favourite pens and decorate my folders and books with pretty stickers. But, I often find that as I shop and prepare for a new academic year I forget to check in on myself and ensure that I am at my healthiest and happiest. I have learnt the hard way that if I don't take care of myself and my mental health my academic ability slides. And that's the last thing I want (especially this year)! Starting a new school year is the perfect time to glow up in every way that I can.

Physical

1. First of all I will be aiming to work out 4 - 5 times a week. My body is deserving of me carving out a space in my timetable for exercise so that's what I'll do. I aim to work out for at least an hour with a mix of exercises (cardio, weights and Pilates).

2. Secondly I will start and end my day with a minimum of five minutes of yoga. Not only does yoga help relax me and allow me to unwind, it also helps with my flexibility and is just fun to do!

3. I will follow the 80/20 diet rule. I don't want to go on a super restrictive diet or force myself to eat healthy foods I simply don't enjoy, so I wont. Instead I will eat the rainbow, enjoying fruits and vegetables which I adore, avoid dairy except for special occasions (I love dairy products so much but I know they make me sick) and avoid unhealthy snacks or foods that I know will only make me feel worse in the long run. This is probably going to be one of my harder aims as I love food, baking and eating out with my friends. I will try to remind myself that there are dairy-free alternatives I can eat/bake and that an occasional treat once in a while is perfectly acceptable and healthy!

4. Drink more water and matcha, avoid sugary drinks. I know, I know every glow up list has to include this. But seriously I need to drink more water. I'll try and fill my water bottle up at least twice a day and drink plenty of glasses of water in-between. I also want to avoid sugary drinks that leave me feeling bloated. I plan on instead drinking water or cranberry juice and soda water (a fab combo in my opinion). I love matcha so much!! But, sometimes I'm too lazy to stand there whisking the matcha and making it foamy and completing all the steps required. I know that matcha makes me feel good so I want to drink it twice a week. Not only is matcha great for you but it's a super alternative to coffee.

Mental

1. My first mental glow up rule is to not go on my phone or other devices for half an hour in the morning. I know that going on my phone only slows me down and on a school morning it's especially important that I make use of all the time that I can. I will also not go on any devices for an hour before bed. Blue light really does affect your sleep schedule and I know that instead of scrolling through Pinterest or Tumblr before bed, reading or yoga really will make me feel so much better. I want to get 7 - 8 hours of sleep and avoiding my phone will really help me with that.

2. Reading 30+ minutes a day. This one will be easy for me which is great after some harder rules. I love literature and having already almost completed my 2023 reading goal I'm excited to find more books to read (please feel free to recommend me any of your favourite books! Especially any autumnal/spooky reads).

3. Developing my hobbies. I love scrapbooking, baking and writing along with so many more activities. I would love to invest more time in these especially as they help to relax me and just allow me to be more creative. I also want to find/start more hobbies so I plan on researching fun ways to be creative.

4. Learning new skills that will help me be better at my subjects and encourage me to take more of an active interest in them. I want to feel more inspired about my subjects. This will involve me listening to podcasts themed around my subjects, reading academic journals and so much more. I also plan on learning more about things that interest me that I don't necessarily need for school.

Personal

1. Firstly I will be consistent with my self-care and routines. My skin, hair, body and nail care routines are tailored to ensure I get the best results and avoid things like dry skin or scalp. Being consistent with these will ensure that I am taking care of myself and treating every part of my body the way it deserves.

2. Making sure my wardrobe and style stays clean and organised. If my clothes are neatly sorted and I know where everything is then I can make it easy to prepare a stylish outfit for the morning. Same with my accessories, the more I know my wardrobe, the more I know what works with what and so on.

3. Make sure I open myself up to new opportunities, people and things. I have a tendency to close myself of (especially with new people) so I'm so excited to be in a busier environment with more clubs and things to do. I don't want to overload my schedule but I am planning on joining clubs or going to activities which will help me with my subjects and benefit my academic career, as well as helping me make friends.

4. Finally I will be taking time for myself at least once a day. Whether it's reading a book for fun, taking a self-care bath, a hot girl walk or making an elaborate drink I want to make time for me. Even if it's only for five minutes I want to take a moment to prioritise myself.

Thank you so much for reading darlings! I hope you all have a wonderful day/night, drink plenty of water and take care of you and your mental health.

All my love, mj.

#glow up #self care #glow up journey #glow up era #that girl #mental wellness #positive things #self development #coquette #pink pilates princess #it girl #that girl lifestyle #that girl energy #that girl routine #becoming that girl #that girl aesthetic

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saltygilmores · 10 months

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Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls- Season 2, Episode 16, "There's The Rub", aka a Masterpiece of Gilmore-dom, AKA Forrester Can't Bring Me Down, AKA Jess Rory And Paris Eat Together And All Is Right With The World-Part 2

Before we continue I'd like to acknolwedge the sweet and thoughtful people who have been leaving generous compliments about this shitcircus of a thing I'm doing here. Mwah. Who's ready for more TTR? (PS-Don't forget to check out part 1 and all of the previous episodes I've recapped! You can find them in my pinned post. Tryna work on a new master index in the meantime).

Dean Forrester's reaction to a woman talking. Can I just ask a question? Forrester, why are you even with this girl in the first place? Why did this relationship drag out over the course of five long years? You clearly don't like her. Every word she says seems to bore and annoy you. You don't want to join in any activities with her. She's clearly not gonna have sex with you (yet). You don't respect her or support her in any of her endeavors. Every week you do something to frighten her or make her fear you, and frankly, she's not a big fan of yours either. Truly, what is in it for you? Oh right, it's cause you're using her so you can eventually fuck her Mom. Silly me. Carry on, you sexist worm (no offense to decent worms everywhere).

Rory:

R: Do laundry, and watch tv and eat the Indian food that I love but my mom hates. Can ya'll believe this is an actual exchange of words that is happening right now? They're really going back and forth so Rory can gain Dean's approval to do her laundry. Oh hey, my Gilmore Girls Bingo Card is filling up! We have a "Dean, are you mad?" TIMES TWO.

WHY SHOULD HE BE MAD THAT YOU WANT TO SPEND ONE EVENING WITHOUT HIM. RORY... PLEASE. This is so worrisome.

Idk maybe cause you're a fucking tapeworm? Sorry tapeworms. You're head lice. Your leather coat fucking smells.

WHAT IS HAPPENING? Dear God, Rorygil. I love you but please grow a spine. In the span of mere minutes we saw her cave under pressure from Paris to the point she agreed to tutor her for an entire week, which was totally unnecessary. Paris was asking for like, one evening. A minute later RoryGil caves under pressure from Dean, and now she's talking like she's going to cater to his every (probably sick and perverse) need like some kind of servant, just because he scowled when she said she wanted to do her laundry. THERAPY NOW, RORYGIL.This people-pleasing is wildly out of control. If therapy is not a viable option, just fucking kick Forrester in the nuts and tell Paris to chill because you'll have plenty of time to play Dysfunctional Marriage when you're older and married to each other someday.

(TWWGG is alone in her room, repeatedly saying KICK HIM IN THE NUTS out loud) IT'S OKAY NEIGHBORS. I'M JUST YELLING AT DEAN FORRESTER. FICTIONAL CHARACTER FROM EARLY 2000s TV SITCOM. SLIMY WORM. NOTHING TO BE CONCERNED ABOUT. GO ABOUT YOUR BUSINESS. Let me translate this DeanSpeak for you. I'm a pro. "I'm a saint": "I'm a saint for dating you even though you won't let me do things like come over while your mom is out of town and feel you up on the couch." "I'm confused": "I'm confused as to why you would ever prefer blissful solitude over giving me an awkward handjob on your Mom's couch." You know, if you weren't enough of a worm as it is, you probably fucking pressure her sexually too. Me singing to Dean Forrester:

Is a kissing coach a thing? Couldn't someone at the WB Network put aside a couple of bucks to teach Jared Padalecki how to kiss? Barring that, at least a blow up doll or pillow to practice on? The fault CLEARLY does not lie with Alexis Bledel.

Can you imagine you're AB, you fucking get paid to kiss Milo at work and if that wasn't enough, you're really dating him, so you leave your job where you got paid to kiss him all day and go kiss him some more at home... I think about this A LOT. Cut to Emily and Lorelai at the spa, where hell has apparently frozen over because Lorelai Gilmore has actually shut the hell up. Me trying to make small talk on a first date:

HA, someone won't shut up and leave you alone and is constantly invading your personal space! How about them apples, Lorelai!

What is this magical place called a "Quiet Room" and can I shove any gilmore girls character of my choosing in there at any time? L: Mom, you booked us for a couples massage. Do you know what most couples do 5 minutes after this is over? They have sex, together, probably while wearing their robes. Someone on Gilly Girls said S-E-X. I am scandalized! E: You've been pouting, sighing, sulking, mumbling, rolling your eyes the whole time. L: That's just how I detox. LMAO. What a stellar line. This episode is so great. Despite the presence of Forrester the Worm.

Whoa Nelly! What kind of cosmic alignment was in place that day for Lorelai to actually apologize for something?

Err, two things... Firstly: Mr. Peanut Pajamas. I always love Rory's pajamas and I wonder where they all came from. Secondly: Is Rory running a laundry service for all 9,000+ citizens of Stars Hollow out of her home? Five days a week she wears a school uniform. Where did all these clothes come from?

I love it when Paris shows up on Rory's door step, she always looks like an abandoned puppy looking for a home for the night. And she sort of is. P: I tried to stay home and study by myself! But I can't! There is this aching in my heart that I just cannot ignore! It grows louder and louder by the minute! Rory Gilmore, I love you! Will you marry me? Okay, so I made up everything past the first line, but you know she was thinking it.

Paris guilt trips Rory into letting her stay because Rory feels bad that Paris' parents don't love her. Poor RoryGil. Just let her LIVE. R: Fine I'll study with you for one hour then you have to go home!

Narrator: Paris Geller would not in fact, be going home, but her NotGoingHomeNess would make for one enchanted evening.

Literally puppy eyes! This is after Rory said they would start studying after she got changed, and Paris responded "My hour doesn't start until you get back, right?" To be continued.

#theres the rub #gilmore girls #rory gilmore #lorelai gilmore #paris geller #emily gilmore #gilmore girls season 2 #denise rewatches gilmore girls #Paris and Rory Love Affair #still can't think of a good ship name for them #Mr.Peanut Pajamas #Dean Forrester The Slimy Worm

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lesbesapphic · 2 years

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Heey for gold rush au can you do a little drabble where r has a fever and is clearly sick but she doen't want to rest because he has to study for an important exam , wanda and nat basically have to drag her to bed.

Heyy

I am really sorry that i am getting to it so late, Please forgive me.

Gold Rush au

A WandaNat sugar mommy au

Warning- None just tooth rotting fluff

Exams

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You had been working hard for an upcoming exam, Wanda and Natasha were aware of it. Watching you study all day in the corner desk, piled with books. Occasionally Wanda would come with fruit salad making you eat every single one despite the whining or protest, sometimes a quick smack to your bottom does the work other times you listen to her instantly. There were times where she would even teach you some of the business related stuff in your text books. Though your focus would be hard to maintain when Wanda twirl around the pen in her fingers, strictly asking you explain the concepts she just taught you.

Natasha too would come every once in a while with a glass of water to keep you hydrated, as much as you loved their concern it was kind of messing with your concentration as being in the same room as them and not being able to cuddle was already a torture in itself but the exam was also important. You wanted to do well and then ask Natasha to take you and Wanda on a holiday for your good marks. Hopefully it would work since Natasha had one night offered to give you whatever you want if you pass the subject with flying colors.

"Natashaaaa." Wanda whined as she snuggled in the blanket, "I want the massage you owe me." She demanded while glancing over to clock, mentally deciding to give you fifteen minutes more. Natasha stopped typing on her laptop and looked over at Wanda who was reading her book but had stopped to look at her.

"Sorry, What massage?" Natasha asked and Wanda looked at her in disbelief, "You literally begged me the other day to save you from the meeting and promised to give me a back massage almost every night!" Wanda reminded and Natasha's face scrunched up as she realised the mistake she had made in her moment of desperation. "You are lucky i am not asking it for everyday."

"Fine. Just this once." Natasha shut her laptop and ignored the dismissive hand wave of the brunette, knowing she would probably end up doing it again, deal or no deal. She could never see her woman in discomfort. "I want a kiss first."

"You can kiss my ass. Get to work." Wanda playfully retorted as she got onto her back, laughing in half embarassment and half surprise when Natasha literally placed a kiss on her ass. "Stop! You silly goose!"

"what? That's what you asked, didn't you?" Natasha asked as she pulled her sleeves up and started massaging Wanda's back. Their bickering dying down. "You have five more minutes, Y/N. Then i want you back in the bed." Natasha called over after ten minutes and you shrugged , brows furrowed in concentration not even bothering to reply her until Wanda's voice called over.

"Kitten, Your mommy is saying something. A little respect pl-please." Wanda groaned in the last when Natasha hit a particularly tight knot. "Sorry. Just some time more mommy." You answered ignoring the lewd voice Wanda was making when Natasha massaged her back on certain areas. "God Natasha I love your hands." Wanda mumbled into the sheet and Natasha smirked, "That's she said."

Wanda would have made fun of the silly joke but she couldn't help but focus on the massage more. "Sure. That she better be Y/N" Wanda said and it remained quiet until the massage ended. You felt footstep approaching you before a hand started playing with your nape hair. "Let's get in bed, baby." Natasha said and you moaned softly at the touch. Wanda was right about her hands.

"Just half an hour mommy." You requested looking at your textbooks, feeling another her around your neck before a soft kiss being placed on your head. "Kitten, you have been sitting here for the past few hours. I am sure, you will do wonderful tomorrow. Come to bed now." Wanda played with your hair and you could feel your eyes shutting but quickly blinked the sleep away to focus more on the task at hand.

"Just a little more."

"Baby, if you stay up a little more, you won't be able to get up. Please come to bed with us." Natasha said in concern as she watched you scribble something down on the notes. She was actually proud of you being so determined. It made her happy. Wanda too could feel satisfied at your hardwork but she didn't want you to exhaust yourself and end up not giving your best.

"Please.." You pouted and Natasha looked helplessly at Wanda who sighed, knowing Natasha was useless when it comes to your pouts.

"I tell you want, You get in bed with us and i will take a review of what you have studied from you in the bed. Does that sound good, kitten?" Wanda asked and you went to argue when she placed a finger on your lips, "You know you won't be able to give your best if you are exhausted tomorrow. Come on" Wanda urged you to get up and you sighed, squealing when Natasha picked you up easily. "Mommy!" You held onto her and Wanda looked at Natasha in concern, afraid that you would fall.

"Natasha!! Put her down." Wanda demanded but Natasha only ran toward the bed with you as Wanda followed in panic, hands forward afraid that you would fall.

"Natasha!" She slapped the redhead's arm when she carelessly dropped you on the bed while you laughed at the display, "Ow! Woman! She is fine!" Natasha pointed out and Wanda ignored her as they both started helping you in bed and your tiredness taking over and you started closing your eyes, watching as Natasha kissed her way up to Wanda's soldier in apology while the brunette faked being mad. You couldn't help but smile to yourself as sleep pulled you into a world of oblivion.

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theyscreamjade · 2 years

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Pussy Is Mine

「 Whew lemme say….Sorry? Your girls have been working too damn hard, and schools still murdering my ass out here. I’m writing this while sick in bed, as always…I missed y’all though~ෆ」

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It wasn’t even five minutes after you received the text message, you heard the sound of wings flapping. You didn’t even have a chance to get a decent shower in. You hopped out to the shower, time was of the essence. It wasn’t right, it wasn’t okay. What would she think?

You walked out of the bathroom, only wearing a towel before the sliding door to the balcony opened. His jacket slapped to the ground and his hands were attached to yours in seconds. You couldn’t brace yourself for him…even though, it was always like this. He was an addiction, the worst kind of addiction anyone could ever have. He left you beyond satisfied and stuffed, ensuring you take every drop. However, you wouldn’t need this because you’ve got her, the love of your life, the woman that makes your day every single time…and his partner. Mirko.

Your body clashed with the bed, and his lips pressed harshly against yours. Your hands were locked in that messy hair of his, tugging while he pressed against your wet pussy. He pulled away, kissing your neck while he fiddled to get his belt off. “W-We shouldn’t be doing this, K-Keigo…sh-she’ll get suspicious.” Your voice moaned out, gaining what little sanity it would possibly grab. It was sinful, it was wrong. It’s been going on for way too long anyway. “You say that every time we fuck…and you still cum on my dick every single time.” He said, snatching his gloves off. Your towel slapped against a framed photo of you two on the nightstand.

“Besides…You can’t lie and say you want it to end..especially when you’re wet like this.” He mentioned, rubbing his tip against your clit. You hissed softly, knowing damn well you wanted it. It’s been like this for months, he’ll fly his ass to your apartment and fuck you just before Mirko would get off of work and crash at your place because her place was too far for her to travel. Though she has a whole driver, car, and place that’s only a block or two away, she insists on sleeping with you because she’ll sleep better like that. A soft moan escaped your lips, feeling his cock slide deep inside you. It’s a feeling you’re usually used to but fuck it always drove you wild. This flying bastard always had you ready for him, begging and pleading for more.

“You’re already a fucking mess for me, Birdy. Don’t say you want it to be over and you’re practically begging to be fucked.” He growled, his yellow eyes glowing into yours. Before you could respond, his hips slammed all of him deep inside you. Your walls welcomed him by gripping and sucking him in with each thrust. You grabbed your pillow and slapped it over your face, forcing yourself to keep silent to ensure that the neighbors won’t be suspicious. They’re noisy as hell and ran a few noise complaints towards Mirko, which slightly made her more suspicious.

“K-K-Keigo! S-Slow down! You’re t-too d-Fuck!” The scrambled mess of words that came from your mouth, his hand gripped your left arm as his other snatched the pillow away from you. “T-The neighbor-“

“Let them hear, let them hear who’s fucking you this good.” He said, smirking before slipping out of you. “Let them hear? You’re joking r-Woah!” You yelped, his feathers lifting you into the air while he climbed off the bed. “Keigo! G-get me down! Now!” You demanded, levitating around the room until you floated in the middle of the room. The sudden feeling of warm flesh made you jump, ready to punch whatever it was then felt his hands grip your hips. This was new and very very bold. Floating on feathers while he ate you out, giving you the illusion of being on cloud nine…while possibly being on cloud nine.

He’s a womanizer for a reason, he knew how to keep them on his toes all right. Your back arched, you were already close but was playing with you now. He was fucking with you to see just how far you’ll go to beg him to fuck you, a trick he’s pulled during the award show before. Your hands pushed his head back, stopping him from going any further as he looked up at you. The way his eyes stared into you with determination and lust, the very reason why he came for you. You and Mirko first started dating when he saved you one day. The attack left you in your bra and panties which required him to fly you home. Once home, you thanked him…but he came back later that night. A kiss became a make out then you two fucked, starting this cycle that always left your legs shaking and a heart filled with guilt.

Your body pressed against the cold glass of the sliding doors, and with a snatch, your curly hair bounced free from your bonnet. He slid in from the back and started pounding you into the glass, slamming into the deepest parts of you. Your eyes rolled back, lips between your teeth while his hand tugged and gripped your hair. “Whose is it? Tell me, Whom does this pussy belong to?” He demanded between thrusts, only to receive a moan back from you. “Come on, Birdy. Let’s not be stubborn here. I know you heard me~” he teased, his right hand reaching in front of you, rubbing your clit while the left grabbed your face. “Just tell me that this pussy’s mine. Tell the truth~.” He said, your eyes locking with his. Your lips were tight between your teeth, squeezing and bruising them while he pounded into you. The over-stimulation was getting to you. You didn’t want to admit it..but in a way, he was making it all his. All his. With the last few thrusts being the true signal for your cumming alarm, your mouth opened. Before the words could come out, the door opened. The lights snapped on and he stopped, your eyes darted toward the figure and your life left your body.

“What the fuck?”

#bnha hawks x reader #hawks x reader #my hero academy fanfiction #my hero academia #bnha hawks #i hope you like this #hawks smut #mha hawks #pro hero mirko

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animeweebart · 6 months

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Tattoo artist Kirishima x coffee barista Bakugou

Part 1 The beginning of a friendship

once again thank you YaLocalFanFicAddict for helping with my poor grammar and giving me ideas like having Bakugou be deaf. I hope you enjoy the fanfic and stay tuned for part 2 Get to know the family

Bakugou’s POV

It was a regular boring day at the shop. The loud sound of the coffee machine, names were called, every now and then there was yelling at Karen’s, and taking everyone’s detailed orders nearly made my head spin. The most recent order was a latte caramel frappe with a blueberry muffin. Every order was different, and the people just kept coming…and coming. Minutes felt like hours. 11:25, just five more minutes and I can go on break. The next customer that came in had tattoos covering his arms and trailing up his neck. His hair was dyed red, and he looked to be around my age. You could say his voice didn’t match his appearance, because it caught me off guard when he spoke.

“Can I have a caramel iced latte with a chocolate muffin?” His voice was so gentle and soft.

“A-And a name for that order?” I tried to stay focused. Why was I hoping that he would still be here when I went on break?

“Eijiro. E-I-J-I-R-O. Many people don’t know how to spell it right,” he laughed.

I was honestly glad he spelled it out, because I wouldn’t have got it right. He paid for his order and sat at one of the tables and pulled out his iPad and an electronic pen. It looked like he was drawing something. Maybe he was an artist. Maybe he was taking some notes. It didn’t matter, I had to continue my job. As it turned 11:30 I went in the back and grabbed my lunch that my mother made me. Even though I hated her, she always made me some nice lunches. I went back to the front to find Eijiro, still at the table eating his muffin while he continued to work on his iPad. I was scared to approach him. Why was I scared to approach him? We just met. I walked over to him still, scared that he might think I was being creepy.

“Can I sit with you?” I asked as he took out one of his earbuds.

“Huh? Sorry, I couldn’t hear you, what did you say?”

“Can I sit with you?” I repeat, understanding what it was like to struggle with hearing.

Eijiro looked at me for a few seconds and then nodded. I sat down and pulled out my lunch.

“What are you working on?” I asked as I took a bite of my sandwich.

“Oh. I work at the tattoo shop down the street. I’m just drawing some designs,” he answered, taking a sip of his drink.

“Did you do any of those?” I pointed at the tattoos displayed on his arm.

“Yeah, and some were from my friend Sero. We go to school together.”

Sero? Why is that name familiar? Wait, doesn't Denki talk about a guy named Sero from our school?

“Hanta Sero? Does he go to U.A.?”

Did me and Eijiro go to the same school? Slowly, I realized Eijiro might be one of the extras in my class.

“Yeah, you know him?” Eijiro looked up at me, surprised.

“Uh-huh, I think he’s in my class. My friend, Denki, talks about him a lot. I honestly think the idiot’s got a crush on him.”

Our conversation continued until he had to go back to his work. He gave me his number and told me to text him when I got off work. I was actually excited to get off work, for once. Soon enough my shift was over, I quickly got my stuff and texted Eijiro. He told me to meet him at the tattoo shop.

“Hey Bakugou, there you are,” he smiled as I approached him. His eyes matched his hair, and his teeth were sharp. It looked like he was waiting outside for a while, his nose and his cheeks were rosy. They reminded me of Round Face. “How long have you been out here?”

“I came out when I got your message.” He seemed almost embarrassed of his stupid answer. He has been waiting for seven minutes, and must be freezing.

“You idiot! Are you trying to get sick?!” I scoffed. “Whatever. Do you want to go to your place or m-”

“Can we go to yours?” His answer was quick and I could hear the fear in his voice. Maybe he was embarrassed of his house because it was a mess? I waved the thought away as we walked to my house. I noted that Mom’s car wasn’t in the driveway. She must have the night shift. I unlocked the front door and we stepped inside.

“You better take off your shoes, or you’ll be cleaning the floors before you leave,” I warned, taking off my shoes. He did the same and we went up to my room. My room was like any other teen room. It had things like LED lights, posters on the walls, and a desk with a dresser. He looked around at everything as I sat on my bed, taking his sweet time doing so.

“Am I going to need to guide you to the bed? Or can you find it yourself?” I clipped my words with a scowl.

“S-Sorry I just never get to see other people’s houses. My parents are really strict with me.”

As he sat on the bed, he noticed the Cavetown poster taped to my wall. I couldn’t blame him for noticing it, it stood out next compared to the many heavy metal and dark-colored posters.

“You like Cavetown too?!” His face lit up with excitement as he rambled on with question after question. “What’s your favorite song? Have you ever been to one of his concerts? What’s your favorite album?”

“Woah, slow down. I can’t answer your questions all at once. God, you're reminding me of Deku.” If this dumbass wanted to stay friends, he was going to need to understand that my hearing aids can’t pick up such quick sounds.

“Sorry, I just don’t get to talk about Cavetown, a lot. Sero says it’s not his genre of music.” He explained.

I tried my best to answer what Eijiro asked, at least the questions I could make out from his quick speaking. It was hard to be able to make out a few out of the probably hundreds of questions. “My favorite song from them would probably be Advice. I’ve been to one of their concerts with my ex. I don’t know what my favorite album is but I do like Animal Kingdom.”

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We talked about the things we liked, what classes we took, and even some other silly little things. As we talked, it didn’t even surprise me when he said he took an art class. Before we knew it, it was almost midnight.

“Damn, it's getting late. You should probably get going—bet your— parents are getting worried about you.”

“It’s too dark, and they know I’m usually at Sero’s. You can just drop me off in the morning.”

He had that same anxious tone in his voice. Maybe he’s scared of something at home? I contemplated it and soon agreed to his request. I grabbed my pajamas and changed in the bathroom. When I came back, Eijiro was sprawled out on my bed.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? You are not sleeping in my bed, nor are we sharing the bed. I’ll go get you my sleeping bag.” I went to the basement and grabbed my sleeping bag out of my camping bag. I went back up and threw it at him.

“Can I have a pillow and blanket too?”

He asked right as I got comfortable in the bed. With a grunt, I threw a pillow at him and told him where the extra blankets were, telling him to get it himself.

Fanart of coffee barista Katsuki Bakugou

And tattoo artist Eijiro Kirishima

Hope you enjoyed part 1 I’m currently working on part 2. Have a blessed day and stay safe.

#mha #kiribaku #my hero academia #bnha fanfiction #bakugou katsuki #kirishima ejirou #mha ships #no quirks au #mha fanfiction #kiribaku fanfic #fanfic #bakugou x kirishima #kirishima x bakugou #tattoo artist Kirishima #Coffee barista Bakugou #deaf bakugo

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theloonatic · 8 months

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This is it IT'S THE VENT POST EVERYONE!!!!

What The Fuck Happened In Cadets summer camp

(Ps. I've censored names of people and places as I don't want to get in trouble for people getting any bombs under their cyars)

Tw: Bugs, Throwing Up, most if not all illegal shit, child neglect and the Ramen Sink

*let's start with a banger, a kid beat someone with a belt so bad that the police had to escort them out. We hated the kid so much we threw a party

*a kid got permanently kicked out for r@pe threats and kicking a locker over

*Five kids got in "trouble" for shoving q tips up their.....posteriors....and in peoples mouths when they were sleeping. I say "trouble" because one who I'll call Chris P became Lance corporal :,) as a result we called him "Lance corporal q tips" or "Lance corporal poo tips"

*The tuck shop was chaos. I mean chaos. These bitches were bringing out 6 and 7 tubs of pot noodle and candy floss, and a colleague of mine I'll call Spiders Georg for anonymity had taken 3 bottles of lucozade out every day. The pot noodle issue got so out of hand (and boys were spitting them on my first dorms window) they opened them after they cooked them to stop people taking them away. This only (seemingly) worked for the boys as my first dorm had a kettle and like 25+ pot noodle packets.

*I say first dorm. There were 3 girls dorms and I went through all. The first one was full of older girls, addicted to vapes and alcohol and only really talked about sleeping with boys and hiding the pot noodles. The second was full of girls from my school, pricks who bullied my friends.

The third was me and a girl just, but she left before the last day from sickness.

*I made two friends, but they went fairly quick. I'll call them Danny and Soda. Danny got a seizure halway in and was sent home, and Soda got homesick and went home.

*We found a fully empty wine bottle under the stairs while cleaning

*THE CAMPING TRIP :). The camping trip had so many ants that they'd actually crawl around u and on you as you cooked stuff, stinging u at every opportunity.

*The Duke of Edinburgh tryout was hell on earth. The tail of a hurricane was hitting, and so I and 5 others strode along the beach in rain and sleet and horrifying wind. I wasn't able to tell if it was water, spit, snot or tears in my face and on my clothes, and it was so cold my fingers went numb

* The pot noodle, both from dorm 1 and the tuck shop, caused so many issues. First, people drank it and threw it up/spat it on our windows. Second, there was the ramen sink incident, where someone put ramen in our sink. It wasn't cleaned till the last day, and I was the only one who stepped up. 💪 built diff fr

*they didn't let us use phone alarms. They had to wake us up, and the clowns didn't ever do it on time. Hence lots of rage.

*speaking of alarms, on a camping trip, aforementioned colleague Spiders Georg left his in his locker, and said alarm was "Good morning Vietnam" followed by 40 minutes of Paranoia by Black sabbath.

*There was a raid. The other section's boys raided our section's, as a result they couldn't go to the tuck shop or parties. 4000 pounds was stolen, along with earphones and underwear.

*there was also suspected internal theft. One girl lost 14 bras, and another lost her headphones. They suspected me at second (their friends first), but then some of my socks went missing too. None were ever found

And last but not least, This Was A Promo Club. For the British Army. I thought it was just like a club scouts thing, but it was truly hell on earth, followed with children being encouraged and trained into joining the military. Don't ever fall for this.

Well that's it moral is don't be afraid to give up (I didn't give up, I'll admit the last night in my own dorm was kinda nice and the free toast and hot drinks too) and also don't trust the army. 👍

#hell on earth #never ate pot noodle since

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dude-why-3 · 8 months

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Who painted the sky? Chapter 11: Rainy Days

Whoever forgot to check the forecast before they went hiking should be ashamed of themselves. Walking upwards for five hours straight with a bunch of kids complaining left and right was bad enough, but having to do that while drenched in rain was hell. And if you add Annie's lack of sleep due to her roommate cartoon marathon the previous two nights, she was really in no shape for such an activity.

Besides, she had two people constantly stare holes into her back the whole time. Both Armin and Hitch would avert their gazes when she caught them staring. The two have been acting strange the whole day and it was starting to get on Annie’s nerves– their concerned looks, their whispers behind her back. Armin’s cautious voice, his worried gaze; Hitch’s observant eyes. She was getting sick of it all.

Annie slumbers into the common room and collapses onto the sofa, hair still wet and clothes sticking to her skin. She kicks her hiking shoes off, freeing her labored feet at last, and rests her head against the cushion with a sigh. The couch dips when Sasha sits next to her and puts her feet up on the coffee table, groaning in pain. She looks just as terrible as Annie feels.

"I say we find another hike for the little ones," Pieck says. The brunette has found her resting place on the carpeted floor, laying on her side, head on Hitch’s lap.

"Or check the weather more often," comes Jean's annoyed voice. He's been twisting water out of his hoodie for the past three minutes and the more he got out, the more it seemed to get.

Marie clicks her tongue at them, arms crossed over her chest. She did ask them to check the forecast during breakfast, and she also told the children to bring rain coats just in case, but nobody listened.

“Quit complaining and start doing what you’re told,” she says sharply, her eyes traveling around the room. She starts making her way to the door, her colleague following suit. Right before opening the door, the latter turns and faces them again.

"Don't forget we're going canoeing tomorrow."

The room explodes into complaints and sighs, tired remarks about the weather.

"If it doesn't rain.” Marie shoots them a look, eyes narrowed. Hannah sighs besides her. “You can come up with another activity if it does. Check the weather yourselves."

And with that, the two are gone, the door closing with a thud before them.

One by one, the volunteers start picking themselves up and going to their rooms, bidding each other good night. Annie watches them slowly go up the stairs, dragging their feet behind them. Just looking at them makes it harder to get up herself. With a sigh, the blonde stands from the couch and picks up her hiking shoes.

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The morning was cloudy, and it started raining shortly after breakfast, tiny droplets slowly evolving into bigger ones, rhythmically tapping against the windows and falling to the ground, turning into mud. The kids ran back to their rooms, filling the yard with laughter, dancing in the rain. Needless to say, the canoeing got canceled, the hosts opting to give everyone a day off rather than risking them getting sick.

"What if we took the kids to an art museum?" asks Connie later that day, as they frolic around the common room.

Cards Against Humanity is laid before them, scattered around. They had played every game in the book by noon and were starting to get sick of it, so they each brought their own thing downstairs. Armin brought his book and sank into the couch as he let it absorb him, Pieck, sitting criss-crossed next to him, brought her latest crocheting project (which so far looked like a big yellow square), Sasha, Connie and Jean started a new game of twister and Reiner made hot chocolate for everyone, Hitch’s cartoons playing as background noise to all of it. Floch dozed off in one of the armchairs halfway through their first round of Cards Against Humanity. Sitting on the floor with her mug in hand, Annie finds herself rather invested in her roommate’s pastime.

All eyes go on Connie. Hitch takes a sip from her hot chocolate, her eyebrows arching.

"Is there any museum nearby?" she asks.

Annie blows into her hot chocolate before taking a sip, very much not in the mood for a trip to a museum, and especially not with that many children.

"There’s one downtown, where Bert works," says Reiner. Sitting upside down on one of the armchairs, he starts typing something on his phone. "It closes at seven, so we'd have time to go."

"That sounds neat," says Connie, placing his left leg on a green circle, almost stepping on Sasha’s hand.

"How much would that be?" Jean peeks in. He spins the spinner and calls out for his friends to put their right hands on a red circle. The two aim for the same spot and, in their battle to decide who gets to stay, lose balance and fall on top of each other.

Reiner types something, probably asking Bert about it. "Twenty bucks a ticket, but he says he'll see if he can give us a discount."

"That's exciting," says Sasha as she sits up, with the most passive expression of them all.

"So exciting," emphasizes Annie.

"How much would that be?" Pieck asks, not raising her eyes from her crocheting.

All eyes go on Reiner as he asks Bert about it. The blond sits up straight, not a word muttered between the volunteers. The credits start rolling on the TV’s screen, announcing the end of yet another episode. Then his phone pings.

"Bert can give us a discount!" Reiner exclaims. "Five bucks per kid, and we the hosts get a free pass."

The room erupts into cheering, so loud that Annie has to cover her ears. Floch jerks awake in his chair, confusion written all over his face. Armin fills him in, closing his book at last.

Reiner hurries to call Hannah and tell her about their idea. The host immediately agrees to their plan, and even manages to rent a bus for the same day.

As soon as the bus gets there and the kids are informed about the expedition, it only takes about thirty minutes for them to get ready.

Annie packs herself some water, an extra hoodie and her raincoat, along with a bar of chocolate she finds laying around in her room, which might not even be hers.

She grabs the camp camera and makes her way down the stairs, slowly exiting the building to find the others already on the bus and, surprisingly, the truck. Hannah explains that, as the bus is not big enough for everyone, some of the volunteers will go by truck. However, there are a few unoccupied seats on the bus, so she opts for that.

Annie follows Hannah into the bus. Hannah asks for a picture with the kids, so they ask them to lift their arms in the air, which they do, while Hannah poses in front of them, unzipping her hoodie to show her orange camp shirt, thumbs up and a wide smile on her lips. Annie takes the picture, and, upon seeing how nicely it turned out, Hannah pats her on the shoulder. Annie tries to break a smile, although it comes off rather forced, her anxieties slowly building up.

The blonde goes to join her team at the back of the bus and finds Armin has saved her a seat next to him, right by the window. He has his glasses on, a white blouse underneath his camp shirt, his black backpack sitting by his feet.

“Are you guys alright?” Annie asks the kids. A collective yes echoes around the group. “Excited for the trip?” Another yes goes around. She smiles at them, before turning around to take her seat.

She thanks Armin for saving her a seat, to which he smiles sweetly before returning to his book, and hugs her backpack to her chest.

The bus soon starts moving, and the kids cheer shortly as it does so. Annie takes a deep breath in and closes her eyes momentarily, then rests her head against the cushion. She glances at Armin, who’s gotten his thick black book out, the silver lines at the edges shining slightly in the artificial light of the bus. He looks so content in his reading. Her eyes linger on the book a moment longer, observing it thoroughly. He was only halfway through the other day, whereas this time it looks like he’s about to finish it.

Annie shifts in her seat, looking out the window instead. She unconsciously plays with the ring on her thumb, switching it around from one finger to another, watching the scenery change rapidly before her eyes as the rain hits the glass, creating a rather calming sound. In an attempt to distract herself, she soon picks two droplets of water and watches them slide down the glass, trying to decide which one will reach the bottom line of the window. She lets herself get lost in that little game she creates in her mind, watching pair after pair of water droplets rush down the window.

She should call her father soon. Or maybe she should just send him a text to check if he’s okay. He insisted that he was fine, and even went as far as hiring someone to help him around the house.

"Can we put some music on?" one of the kids beams.

"We want music!" another chimes in.

Annie furrows her brows and shoots them a look, which does nothing to quiet them. More children join in, loudly chanting for music. Armin closes his book and exchanges a look with Annie before whipping his head around and telling them that whether they put music on or not is not up to them but the hosts, so they should go and ask them. Surely enough, the kids choose a representative to go ask them. The freckled boy on the Duck Team rises to his feet and marches up to Hannah at the very front of the bus. Annie watches him wave his hands around and explain their situation as the host keeps shaking her head, denying all his arguments.

Annie turns to Armin, who's gone back to his reading. "That was a rather dirty move on your side," she says, nudging his knee.

He looks up at her with raised eyebrows. A slight teasing smile plays on her lips when she’s met with his puzzled expression.

"What was?"

"Passing them to Hannah. She looks quite annoyed."

From the front of the bus, Hannah shoots them a look, brows drawn in distress. The two smile back sweetly, and Armin even waves innocently at her. The green-haired host rolls her eyes at him. The boy keeps rambling, his voice growing louder. He’s saying something about the ambience and the vibe of the bus and how bored they all are and how good some music would do them. The host looks like she'd rather be anywhere else but there.

Armin turns back to Annie, his smile reading his eyes. "Nah, she seems to be handling it pretty well."

Just as he finishes his sentence, music blasts from the radio station. The freckled boy makes his way back to his seat victoriously, Hannah rolling her eyes behind him. Annie’s almost sure she flips them both before turning around and returning to her series.

Armin scoffs. "Or not."

Annie laughs shortly before returning to her water droplets. She can feel Armin’s eyes on her back, burning holes into her skull. She sighs and turns back to him.

"What?"

His eyes search hers for a few seconds before he says, “We’ll be alright."

Annie’s eyes narrow at his statement. “I know."

Armin presses his lips together. He searches Annie's face, takes in her eyes, the black circles that seem to have gotten bigger in the past few days, the way she bites her lips and chews on the inside of her cheeks. The way she digs her nails into her palms, he's concerned she'd soon draw blood.

He hesitantly reaches his hand out and brushes his little finger against hers. Annie sighs heavily, letting her shoulders slump and fist unclench. Armin’s eyes trail down to her palm, finding that she's only left a few marks. He sneaks his hand into hers, gives it a slight squeeze, interlaces his fingers with hers.

"We'll be fine," Annie repeats his words, her voice barely above a whisper.

"We will be."

He gives her hand another squeeze, and this time Annie reciprocates it. She gives him a small smile before returning to her water droplets, her hand not leaving his.

Bertholdt welcomes them at the entrance as soon as they arrive, a big smile plastered on his face, his hands anxiously playing with a pen– why he’s holding a pen, Annie has no idea. He's got his white work shirt on, a hideous tagname hanging from his chest pocket.

His nerves seem to wash away when Reiner tackles him into a bear hug. He even sweeps him off his feet and swirls him around, so happy and excited to see his friend again. Annie finds them still hugging at the entrance when she gets off the bus, a slight smile pulling at her lips at the sight. The volunteers have gathered around them as the kids hurry to get into the museum. Hitch then beckons all of them into a group hug.

Annie finds that Bertholdt hasn’t changed one bit from last year, when he volunteered as a camp counselor alongside the rest of them. His eyes are still as kind and hair just as short. If anything, he's grown taller by an inch or two. Which Annie envies– they all seem to have gotten taller in the last year but her.

While the others hover over the boy, Armin gazes at the tall cream colored building with gorgeous arcades built around its many windows, the dark roof standing out in the dull parking lot. The sculpture of a lion stands on a pedestal in front of the museum, watching over it. He's so drawn by the details of the building, he only realizes they’re moving when Marie calls his name. He hurries to catch up to the others, swinging his backpack over his shoulders.

"Why didn’t you come to camp?" Hitch blatantly asks Bertholdt as they make their way in.

"Oh, I'm actually intending to spend the summer saving money for uni," he replies, awkwardly bringing a hand behind his neck.

"So that's how you ended up working here?" Sasha chirps in, munching on some pastries that she must have sneaked in. Marie shoots a look at her. The girl hides the forbidden goods back into her bag.

"Pretty much, yeah."

Armin finds that the inside of the building is just as spectacular as the outside, if not even more so. The tall walls are painted a royal blue, arched at the corners as they form cupolas, fading into white. Crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, which had been divided into sections, each section apparently painted with the same circular model but slightly different in color, representing an art of its own.

As the kids make their way in, Armin stands in the middle of the hall, admiring the art of the building. He can't take her eyes off of it, mesmerized by the beauty of it all. A few steps away, he finds someone else as enlightened as he is, and his gaze falls on her. Annie’s hair frames her features perfectly but doesn’t hide her eyes, those beautiful blue eyes he could drown himself in, sparkling as she admires her surroundings. A content smile rests on her lips. The camp’s camera hangs from her neck, probably long forgotten.

He lightly taps her shoulders and offers to take over the camera so she could enjoy the museum, seeing how she seems to be so interested in the paintings. Reluctantly, Annie hands over the camera and briefly explains how it works. Armin assures her that he’s got it, earning a light nod and a shrug.

They rejoin the group just as the tour begins and take their assigned position behind their team.

Bertholdt walks before the group, excitedly telling them about all the paintings they stop by, explaining the meaning behind them and what it meant to the artist, going on and on about the distinguished art styles and color palettes of each painter.

Armin makes sure to take good photos of the kids glooming over the pieces of art, sure that the hosts would appreciate those more than just plain pictures of the paintings, since they could make better use of them on their website.

However mesmerizing the paintings might be though, Armin finds his gaze drifting back to Annie every now and then. He finds her enchanted by their surroundings every time, his smile growing wider. One particular painting has her eyes sparkling more noticeably, her steps faltering as they walk past it– the moon shining over an enchanted forest, its shape reflected into a pond surrounded by forget me not flowers. But if you look closer, the moon’s reflection in the pond is less a reflection and more like two fish circling each other. On the shore, between flowers, two silhouettes have parted ways, the taller one helplessly reaching his hand out towards its lover.

Armin raises the camera and centers the picture before clicking the button, making sure to immortalize the moment. He checks the picture and smiles to himself before hurrying to catch up to the others.

Annie doesn’t even realize when the tour is over, too busy admiring the place to notice time passing. It’s only when they reach the souvenir shop that she takes notice of the time; it’s already been two hours since they left camp.

As the others loom around Bertholdt, Annie bids her goodbyes and goes to find some souvenirs for her father.

She ponders between a keychain, a mug and fridge magnet, all imprinted with the same replicas of the biggest painting in the museum, a hummingbird sitting gingerly on an apple tree branch, surrounded by pink and white flowers, and the place’s name: Paradis National Art Museum.

"Looking for gifts?" comes Armin's voice. He’s standing by her side when she turns, holding the camera with such ease, looking at the souvenirs laid before them.

"Yep.” She decides on the keychain. They already have enough mugs at home. "Guess I just found one."

Armin hums, picking up a postcard and looking at the picture on it, a rather decent redraw of one of the paintings. He decides on taking two.

They go to pay for their gifts, and shortly after are called to join the group as they are about to leave. They thank Bertholdt for the tour, and he says they’re welcome to come again any time. Then they take off.

The rain has mostly stopped by now, only lost drops falling every now and then. The golden hour is slowly approaching, leaving dark yellow shades on the trees they rapidly pass by. The kids are a lot quieter now, most having fallen asleep.

Annie is about to drift off herself when there's a pat on her shoulder.

"I got you something," Armin says when she turns to face him.

Annie raises an eyebrow. "You did?"

He nods, searching through his paper bag. He asks her to close her eyes, which she does. He takes her hand in his, turning it around, and wraps something frail and rather cold around her wrist. He then tells her to open her eyes.

A leather bracelet sits on her wrist. It has a metal rectangular piece in the middle, holding the micro image of one of the paintings they saw in the museum: the moon shining over an enchanted forest, its shape reflected into a pond surrounded by forget me not flowers.

"I noticed you looked at this one a lot longer than the others," Armin explains, "so I figured you'd like it."

"I do," she says, still looking at the gift. "I love it.” She looks up at him, smiling. “Thank you so much."

"No worries," he says, his lips curving into a cheeky smile.

"But I didn’t get you anything.”

"I didn’t give it to you expecting anything in return," he shrugs. "I just wanted you to have it."

"Thank you so much.”

Without thinking much, she leans over and pecks his cheek, his complexion going pink, his eyes widening slightly at the gesture. "I really love it."

"I'm glad," he says through a sweet smile, the corners of his lips almost reaching his ears.

Annie finds herself mirroring his smile for the rest of the ride, and for once she feels at peace as they get closer to camp.

~~~

It’s long past midnight when Hitch decides to throw a dance party in the common room– not that any of the volunteers were asleep anyway. She put on classical music and forced Jean into being her partner. The boy eventually gave in and accepted her dance invitation.

"I wouldn't have taken you for a dancer," Hitch says, a mischievous grin appearing on her lips.

Jean arches an eyebrow. "You don't look the part either," he teases.

"Oh, please," she laments as he spins her around in a gracious manner. "I am your token dancing queen."

On the couch, next to Annie, sitting with her arms crossed over her chest, Pieck scoffs loudly, as if critiquing their moves. Hitch raises her eyebrow at the brunette.

“What, you think you could do better?” comes her mocking voice.

“I am certain I can,” Pieck confidently declares.

Connie and Sasha get on the dance floor and bow in front of each other before joining hands and circling around. Across the room, Floch sinks further into his armchair, groaning loudly.

Hitch abandons Jean in the middle of the room and marches up to Pieck, thrusting her hand forward. Pieck regards her extended hand with much caution, looking up at her grinning face with a crooked eyebrow.

“If you think you’re so much better than me, show me,” says Hitch, a challenging look in her eyes.

Pieck accepts the challenge with a slight smile and lets the other girl pull her up. The two start graciously spinning around, their steps so precise, their movements so smooth, one could hardly say if they were dancing together or against each other.

Annie follows them as they go on around the room, enchanted by the elegance of their movements.

She only realizes Armin has come to stand before her when he clears his throat. She cranes her neck up to face him, finding him scratching the back of his neck, his cheeks incredibly pink. Annie arches an eyebrow at him.

"Do you… want to dance with me?" he finally asks, looking everywhere but at her.

Annie studies his expression, wondering what exactly was eating his courage away.

"Yes, sure."

He takes her hand and helps her up, his hand warm on hers, his fingers slowly interlacing with hers. They go to the center of the room, where Hitch and Pieck are graciously battling each other. Hitch welcomes them with a crooked smile, and Pieck's sort of confused expression melts into one of understanding.

Armin’s hand comes to Annie's waist, his touch so light and gentle, sending tingles down her spine, her face so incredibly warm. Her own palm rests on his shoulder, her eyes not daring to look up from her shoes.

"I don't really know how to waltz," admits Annie, raising her eyes to find Armin studying Hitch and Pieck’s steps.

"Oh, me neither. But I think I'm starting to get it."

So he takes the lead, whispering the steps in her ear as he steps forward and Annie backward, and then to the right. She steps over his foot when they go forward again. He laughs softly in her ear, her face burning red as they resume dancing, but she tenses up, her eyes cast on their feet now, paying attention to their steps so as to not step on him again. He spins her around when the music changes, drawing her slightly closer as they resume, his warmth radiating around her.

"Does this count as the slow dance for our montage?" Annie asks, her hand meeting Armin’s shoulder again.

"If you want it to," he says with a smile."The way I imagined it, it was more…" his eyes travel to the side as he searches his mind for a fitting word, "... hidden from the eye, I guess."

Annie tilts her head, barely avoiding stepping on his shoes again. "You've got weird expressions."

"So I've been told," Armin nods.

A smile grows on Annie's lips. She doesn’t look down this time, her eyes staying on Armin’s, letting them pour onto his, searching their intense blue with such curiosity, as if looking to understand his soul. Her chest warms when he smiles back.

Suddenly, a thought passes her mind.

"Did you cross the romcom night out of the list?" She’s been so caught up in whatever's going on back at home, she even forgot about their attempt to watch that movie.

Armin shakes his head. "I figured we should actually finish the movie before crossing it off."

His face grimaces at the next step and Annie soon hurries to apologize as she realizes she's stepped on his foot again.

"Maybe we should learn how to dance first and then cross it off the list," he laughs.

Annie silently nods, casting her eyes down to their feet again.

The song comes to an end and the pairs bow to each other. Armin gently takes hold of Annie's hand, bringing it to his lips. Annie’s eyes widen, she feels everyone's eyes burning holes into her back, but Armin couldn’t care less.

He kisses her hand in a silent, almost shy thank you.

#aruani #armin arlert #annie leonhart #who painted the sky?#armin x annie #fanfic #aruani fic #aruannie

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