#okay I’m so tired I’m so glad I already called off work this week

[joelmillerisapunk]

Late night devil put your hands on me

Sugardaddy!Joel Miller x F!reader

Masterlist ☆ Sugar Daddy Masterlist

Wordcount: 2,139

Warnings: 18+, male oral receiving, reader is blindfolded, unprotected p in v. I can not ruin the rest, but there's nothing triggering. If I did miss anything, please lemme know 🥰

Summary: Your sugar daddy treats you to a surprise trip, gifting you with three sensory delights: one for touch, one for smell, and one for taste.

Notes: I hope you enjoy your first trip sugar babies

You've been chatting with Joel for the past week or so, getting to know each other and exploring a mutual attraction. It's been exciting and a little nerve-wracking, but you're enjoying the rush of new emotions that come along with having a sugar daddy.

So, when Joel calls you up unexpectedly and asks if you want to go on an overnight trip, you're caught off guard. "Tonight?" You say, looking up from your desk where you're working on a graphic design project for a client. "But that's so soon."

"I thought the terms of our agreement were clear," Joel says, his voice low and commanding. "Spontaneity is key, and I’m already down here, waiting."

You can't help but smile at his enthusiasm, enjoying the rush of this commitment. "Okay," you say, a little cautiously, knowing you're going to be cutting the deadline close. "I'll go pack a bag."

You quickly gather some clothes and toiletries, your heart racing with excitement and anticipation. When you're ready, you head outside to meet Joel.

He's waiting for you by his car, blindfold in hand. "Just trust me," he says, as he gently ties the soft fabric around your eyes, heightening your sense of anticipation and your senses in general.

You feel the cool night air against your skin as Joel leads you to his car, helping you climb into the passenger seat. You hear the trunk of the car close, your luggage now secure. The engine roars to life, and you brace yourself for the familiar sensation of the car pulling away from the curb. As he drives, you feel the smoothness of the leather seats and the gentle hum of the engine. The drive is a blur of twists and turns. The sound of gravel crunching under the tires and the occasional rustle of leaves as the wind blows lulls you into a state of excited curiosity. You feel Joel's hand on yours, gently holding it as he navigates the roads.

After what feels like hours of driving, Joel brings the car to a gentle halt. He steps out, and you can hear the faint rustle of leaves as he moves around the car to open your door. Gently, he guides you out of the car, taking your hand in his. The air is crisp and clean, filling your lungs with the scent of pine and earth.

As Joel leads you forward, you can feel the ground beneath your feet change from smooth pavement to a softer, uneven terrain. Your senses are heightened, and you can hear the distant sound of a babbling brook and the hoot of an owl echoing through what you can only assume is a forest.

Finally, just as you're about to question yourself for letting a man you barely know willingly take you to the woods, Joel removes the blindfold, and you gasp at the breathtaking view that greets you.

The moonlit sky stretches out above you, a tapestry of stars twinkling like diamonds against the inky blackness. Below, the mountains loom, majestic and timeless, their snow-capped peaks kissed by the silvery moonlight. The world seems to stretch out before you, a canvas of endless possibilities, and you can't help but feel your heart swell in awe at the beauty of it all.

"Wow," you breathe, taking in the snow-capped mountains and the endless expanse of stars overhead.

Joel smiles. "I'm glad you like it, but there's something else I want to show you.” He takes your hand and leads you towards a cozy cabin nestled in the heart of the forest. As you approach, you can see the warm glow of lamplight spilling out from the windows, casting shadows on the ground.

Joel opens the door, and you step inside. The cabin is breathtaking, with soaring ceilings and exposed wood beams. The walls are adorned with vintage skis and snowshoes. In the center of the room, there's a large stone fireplace, the logs crackling and popping as they burn. The scent of burning wood fills the air, mingling with the faint aroma of vanilla and cinnamon.

"This is amazing. How did you do all of this?" You say, your voice filled with awe.

"I thought you might enjoy it here," Joel replies, his voice low and husky. "Now, come with me." He completely ignores your question, leaving you with more questions than answers.

He takes your hand and leads you towards the bedroom. The room is dimly lit. In the center, there's a large four-poster bed adorned with plush velvet blankets and rose petals. A bottle of wine and two glasses sit on the bedside table, along with a selection of chocolates and fruit.

"This is...incredible," you say, your heart racing with excitement.

"I wanted to make this night special for you," Joel says, his eyes dark with desire. He takes your hand and leads you towards the bed, where you take a seat. “Close your eyes and put out your hands, I have a surprise for you."

You do as you're told, and then you feel the weight of a small box being placed in your palms. “Okay, open.”

You look at Joel for a moment before taking in the beautifully decorated box. You're feeling a little nervous, but ultimately, your excitement outweighs it, and you dig into the box, opening it to see an extravagant gift - a delicate gold necklace adorned with more diamonds than you knew could fit on such a delicate necklace. It's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, and you can't believe that it's yours.

“Joel, this is - it's beautiful. I don't know what to say.” You smile in awe, staring at the necklace.”

“May I?” He gestures to the necklace.

You nod eagerly, handing Joel the delicate necklace.

Joel carefully takes the necklace out of the box, holding it up to the moonlight to admire its beauty. He then turns to you, his eyes filled with desire and longing. He steps closer, his body just inches away from yours, and you can feel the heat radiating off of him.

His fingers gently brush against your skin as he reaches around to clasp the necklace. His touch is soft, yet firm, and you can't help but shiver with anticipation. His hands linger for a moment, his fingers tracing the curve of your neck before he finally clasps the necklace.

You can feel the weight of the necklace against your skin, the cool metal a stark contrast to the warmth of Joel's touch. He takes a step back, his eyes never leaving yours as he admires his handiwork.

The necklace sparkles in the moonlight, the diamonds catching the light and casting rainbows across your skin. Joel reaches out, his fingers gently brushing against it, sending a jolt of electricity through your body.

His touch is intimate, and you can feel the desire building between you. His eyes are dark, filled with want, and you can't help but lean in closer to him.

Joel's hands are strong and sure as they move to your shoulders, his thumbs gently tracing circles on your skin. His touch is intoxicating, and you find yourself leaning into him, your body molding to his.

"Your next gift," he says, his voice low and husky, "this one is a little different. Close your eyes."

You do as you're told again. You can't believe this is even happening. How many gifts does he have for you? You feel Joel's hands leave your shoulders, and you can hear the rustle of fabric as he grabs it from a bag.

"Okay, open."

You open your eyes to see Joel holding a small, velvet box. You recognize it as the kind that perfume comes in, and your heart skips a beat with excitement.

This is a very special perfume," Joel says, his eyes dark with desire. "It's made with exotic ingredients, and it's said to drive people wild with desire. I want you to try it."

He opens the box, and you can smell the intoxicating scent of the perfume even from where you're standing. It's a rich, musky scent, and you can feel it already starting to affect you.

"Here, let me put it on for you."

Joel takes the perfume bottle and sprays a little on your wrist. You can feel the cool liquid on your skin, and then the heat as it dries. The scent is intoxicating, and you can feel yourself getting lost in it.

"Now, there's one more gift I want to give you," Joel says, his eyes dark with desire. "But this one is a little more... personal. How ‘bout you sit on the bed for this baby.” He takes your hand, guiding you to the edge of the bed. “Close your eyes.”

You do as you're told once more, and then you hear more rustling and zipping, and then you can feel Joel's hand under chin. “You've had a gift for touch, a gift for smell, now a gift for taste. Open your mouth.” He orders and places his thumb on your bottom lip, gently guiding it open.

“Good girl, now, stick out your tongue.” Joel's voice is low and husky as he speaks, sending shivers down your spine. You stick out your tongue and feel the weight of his expectations. You hear him shift closer to you, and then you feel the tip of his cock brush against your tongue.

You gasp in surprise, but Joel's hand is there to steady you, guiding you as you take him into your mouth. He's large and hard, and you can feel the heat of him against your tongue. You wrap your lips around him, feeling the soft skin of his shaft against your mouth.

Joel moans softly, his fingers tangling in your hair as he begins to move his hips. You follow his lead, your mouth moving up and down as you explore him with your tongue. You can taste the saltiness of his skin, the musky taste of his arousal.

Joel's thrusts start to become more urgent, his hips moving faster as he fucks your mouth. You can feel the tension building in his body. The muscles in his thighs are tensing as he gets closer to climax. Suddenly, he pulls out, his cock glistening with your saliva. He looks at you with a dark, hungry gaze, his eyes flashing with desire.

Before you can react, he reaches for the necklace, his fingers wrapping around the delicate chain. With a swift, brutal motion, he rips it off your neck, the clasp digging into your skin as he tears it away.

You gasp in surprise, your hand instinctively going to your throat to protect it. But Joel is beyond reason, beyond control. He's consumed by his desire, his need to possess you, to claim you as his own, his need for human connection.

He throws the necklace aside, the diamonds scattering across the floor like stars in the night sky. His hands are on you again, his fingers digging into your skin as he pushes you back onto the bed. Before you can think he's swiftly removing your clothes and his, and then you can feel the weight of him on top of you, as he climbs onto the bed like a wild animal on the hunt, you can feel the intense heat of his body as he covers you. His cock is hard and eager, probing at your entrance. You're wet and ready for him, your body aching with need.

With a thrust, he's inside you, filling you up. You cry out, your nails digging into his back as he starts to move. He fucks you with a raw, primal need that you've never experienced before, his hips slamming into yours as he drives himself deeper and deeper. You can feel the pleasure spiraling higher and higher.

Joel's thrusts become more urgent, his hips slamming into you with the fierce, desperate need of someone longing for any kind of connection. You can feel the bed shaking beneath you, the headboard banging against the wall as he fucks you with a primal intensity.

"You like that, don't you?" he growls, his lips brushing against your ear. "You like feeling me inside you, filling you up?"

You can only moan in response, your body trembling with pleasure as he drives you higher and higher. His words only serve to fuel your desire, to make you want him more.

"Tell me you want it," he commands, his fingers digging into your hips. "Tell me you want me to fuck you harder."

"Yes," you gasp, your voice hoarse with pleasure. "Harder, please.”

And with those words, Joel loses control. he drives himself deeper. You can feel the spiraling higher and higher until it threatens to consume you. "Come for me," Joel growls, his fingers digging harder into your skin. "Come for me, baby. Wanna feel you come apart beneath me."

And with those words, you do. You come harder than you ever have before, your body trembling with pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you. And with a final, brutal thrust, Joel comes alongside you, his cock pulsing deep inside your belly. You can feel the warmth of his release, the way it fills you up and completes you.

For a moment, there's nothing but the sound of your breathing, the feel of your bodies entwined. And then, with a gentle kiss, Joel pulls out, his eyes filled with a soft, tender love.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, his fingers tracing the curve of your neck. "I'll buy you a new one, but I want you to remember this moment - the way I made you feel the way you came apart for me. The way you belong to me."

You nod, your heart still racing from the intensity of your orgasm. Joel reaches down and picks up the broken necklace, his fingers brushing against the shattered gold.

"I'll make sure to get you something even more beautiful this time," he says, his voice full of promise.

#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #sugardaddy!joel miller #joel miller smut #pedro pascal #joel miller #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #daddy!joel miller #joel miller x you

[somber-sapphic]

hi it was me who sent in the request it was a emily x reader and the prompt was i am not sick i think , it was the reader who is sick thank you 🫶

A Call For Rest

〖Summary: After an exhausting week Emily convinces you to go home and rest.〗

〖Word Count: 900〗

〖Pairing: Emily x sick R〗

〖Notes: I'm so glad that reached you! And so so sorry about my accidental deletion, I truly don't know what happened there. I sincerely hope this makes up for it <3〗

“Hey love,” Emily murmured, appearing in the doorway as if she’d teleported there. You hadn’t heard her walk up, though you couldn't hear much through your clogged ears. You set your pen down and wiped your nose on your sleeve, too tired to care about how gross it was. The world was sort of hazy, your mind cloudy. 

Writing up case reports was probably not the best idea considering your current mental state but you remembered enough to feel confident that you could go over notes with JJ to get the full story. 

The media liaison would likely be okay if you just dropped the papers on her desk, she had already checked in on you twice and tried to force you to take some medicine. When you refused she’d settled for leaving a cup of tea on your desk. You drank a little bit but forgot and let it get cold, cold tea wasn’t appetizing. 

“Hi Em.” You croaked, the words grating across your throat. Swallowing was already painful enough but talking seemed impossible. Emily walked into your office and leaned against the side of your desk, looking down at the papers that you were scribbling on. She frowned at the illegible writing, trying to make out even the simplest words. You typically had great penmanship, rivaling even Hotch’s, but this was bad.

“Is it safe to assume you aren’t feeling very well?” She put a hand on your shoulder and squeezed gently, concerned that she could feel the heat through your shit. It was a light shirt, but still, she shouldn’t be able to feel your fever through a layer of fabric. 

“I’m fine, just tired. Long week.” You were trying to use as few words as possible while still speaking somewhat normally but with the way your voice sounded, it didn’t matter. Nothing could save you from the reality that you weren’t going to win this fight. The last thing you wanted to do was leave work unfinished to pile up, but Emily didn't look like she was letting you get away that easily.

“Hmm, long weeks don’t usually make me sound like I gargled knives for fun. And you feel pretty warm. And your nose is running.” If she kept listing off things you were doomed. You wiped your nose on your sleeve again and sniffled, not removing your eyes from the papers. It was getting harder and harder to focus, everything was so blurry, and your head felt so groggy. 

“I‘m not sick.” You protested, swiping a hand across your eyes in a useless attempt to clear your vision. You refused to accept that you were just lightheaded and no amount of blinking or rubbing your eyes could fix that. Emily sighed and laid her palm on your forehead, making a face at what she felt. 

“I think your fever would beg to differ. You aren’t getting much done here anyway. I can’t read any of that.” She gestured to your sloppily written paperwork, not bothering to sugarcoat it. She’d had enough experience trying to reason with you that she knew you responded better to directness than to dancing around a subject.

You frowned down at your desk and coughed into your fist, your lungs protesting the extra effort they were being forced to use. Emily put a steadying hand on your back, providing support as you choked on whatever your body decided it needed to hack up. 

 When you were finally finished you looked up at her to find dark brown eyes staring back, filled with concern. 

 “Please, you need to rest. You’re so pale, you look like a ghost. I don’t want you to pass out here.” She caressed your cheek, leaving her palm there as an extra show of her love for you. She wasn’t always the best at offering comfort, she had trouble figuring out how to, but this she could handle. There was an easy fix to being sick and she was more than willing to take care of you through it. 

 “What about-” 

 “I’ll take care of it. Let Emily take you home, I’ve seen corpses that look more alive than you.” JJ’s voice startled you, making you jump a little in your seat. God everyone was just popping up out of nowhere, maybe you were worse off than you thought. Emily smiled at the media liaison and wrapped an arm around your shoulders in a loose hug. 

 “Come on love. Let’s go home. I’ll help you walk.” 

 “I don’t need help walking.” You protested as she lifted you from your chair, proving that you not only needed help walking but you couldn't stand on your own. After taking a few wobbly steps under the concerned gaze of JJ, Emily picked you up deciding that it would be the easiest way to get you to the car in a timely manner. 

 You whined but settled into her arms, relieved by the warmth of her touch. She was warm and soft and strong enough to carry you easily. You pressed your face into the crook of her neck and closed your eyes to protect against the harsh light of the bullpen. 

 “Feel better hun,” JJ said softly, squeezing your arm on your way out. You tried to nod but your head was too heavy. You were practically asleep by the time Emily reached the parking lot, but you didn’t mind. Though you would never admit it you were eternally glad that Emily had shown up when she did, any longer and you were confident you would’ve fallen asleep at your desk. 

#sickfic #fanfiction #sick fanfiction #fever #sick reader #sick fanfic #caretaking #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds sickfic #criminal minds #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x y/n #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss x reader #jennifer jareau #sick you #sick fic

[batsvnte]

𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞 • 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

Pairing(s): Wally Darling

Sypnosis: you seem to not get enough of these phone calls you’ve been getting from Wally. Not like how he’s acting recently

Warning(s): Obsessive behavior, cursing, reader is 0.01% away from breaking something, also hints reader is progressively getting sick, ooc maybe, not proofread

Song used: Telephone by Lady Gaga

Word Count: 2K

Notes: black gender neutral!reader (they/them pronouns) with lovesick! Wally. Here’s my go at the lovesick au heunehueeb— the color for the lyrics are killing me but it’s fine. Also decided to go for the second person to see how this works. Au belongs to @halohelene on tik tok, characters belong to @/partycoffin

Not that I don’t like you, I’m just at a party

You wished that you realized sooner.

The little signs that was being given off ever since that rainy day that occurred few weeks prior to what was happening now. You recalled how drenched everyone became since they were out in the rain. One of your neighbors, Wally Darling, specifically. Two days later is when it started showing physically since he was coming out to less and less. The everyone concluded that he was down with an sickness that Wally came down with.

Lounging around in your home without anything planned for the day as usual. Though part of you was reluctant to hear knocking on your door, or the phone's ringing. Waiting for someone to talk to you and drag you to bring them into their fun shenanigans they have planned for the day. You often shake away the thought, wanting the day to be by yourself as some way to recharge yourself due to your social battery being inherently low for the past couple of days.

You were broken out of your thoughts the moment the phone rang. You nearly shoot up right out of your seat before relaxing, realizing it might be one of the neighbors calling you. You suspect it would be Sally since she's been recently calling you a lot. For advice on the plays she has written and notes that she rambles to you about scenes. All the usual stuff that you and Sally would talk about for hours.

"Hello? (L/N) speaking." It was like an automated line that is always said whenever the phone was picked up by you.

No answer. You thought that it was some mistaken call that was directed to you. You were about to speak again before your voice was caught up in your throat.

"Hello neighbor.."

Wally's voice filled your ear. You haven't talked to him in a long while which surprised you in the slightest. Part of you was relieved that he was calling you.

"Hey Wally!" A smile spread across your face. "I haven't heard from you in a while. Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm feeling great, neighbor." Through his monotonous voice there was some bit of comfort for him through those words. "I'm so glad you picked up. I've missed your voice."

Here was the start of what you thought was to be a short conversation. Chatting about what you were doing the past couple of days and rambling about your interests to him. He didn't have much to say but he made it known that was listening to every single thing you said. Wally would often times thrown in compliments which caught you off guard. Maybe this was the first sign you needed to know.

"Look, Wally I need to go." It was your third reminder to him since you realized how long you've been in the phone for.

"What about the story? Can you tell me more about it, please?"

"I'll tell you soon."

"But–"

You didn't hear the rest of what he had to say due to bringing the phone away from your ear while uttering a quick bye before hanging up. You let out a soft sigh, not realizing how late it's gotten. The sun was already at its prime of setting, revealing only streetlights as its main source to see the outside world clearly. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you wondered what time it was. And how long you've been on the phone for.

And I am sick and tired of my phone ringing

Getting prepared for your night time routine you realized you weren't as tired as you thought to be. You just been staring up at the ceiling for the past consecutive hours of the night. You decided against your thoughts of attempted sleeping, getting up from your warm covers and into the chill air of your room.

You chose to do you hair, wanting a new hairstyle for yourself. Turning on some music just loud enough for you to hear only you started with plaiting your hair. You were somewhat aware of how long it would take, but it didn't matter. Just as long as you didn't sit around doing nothing without any ounce of exhaustion is something you didn't want to do.

Through the music you mindlessly part and plait your hair into tiny strands to make braids. You didn't realize how many you've done before you heard a noise. Slowly down your pace you glance to the radio that was carelessly tossed onto you bed. You've heard this song more than enough times to count the beats to the song.

Something about it was throwing you off.

Listening closely to the noise you've made a slow realization of the phone ringing. It was faint since the phone was in a completely different room but it felt like it was directly next to you. Questions starting to flood your mind as you finally finish the hair strands in your hand, directing your eyes over to the closed door of your bedroom.

'How long has the phone been ringing?'

It could've been minutes since the phone has been ringing. Getting a random call in the middle of the night scared you somewhat even though the phone line was directly connected to your friendly neighbors. You turn your head back to the mirror that you were seated in front of. It was better not to answer the phone right now since it was probably a random call accidentally made to you. But was it? You didn't know at all. You just needed to finish what you started.

After the final braid was done, you cleaned yourself up and flopped down on your bed. Barely missing the radio that tilted to the side due to your weight on the bed. Exhaustion finally caught up with you and you fell asleep.

Sometimes I feel like I live in Grandcentral Station

For the next couple of days was a never ending cycle for you. It weirded you out at first without any question. But the more you repeated the same action, it would just happen not even minutes later once you were away from it. Waking up to a mundane routine is something you wished for.

Wake up, get yourself breakfast, phone rings for several minutes, do you daily activities friends, get dinner, and go to sleep.

Wake up, phone rings for several minutes, get yourself some breakfast, the phone rings for an hour, do your daily activities, get dinner and go to sleep.

The phone rings for several minutes, wake up, phone rings for two hours, get yourself breakfast, the phone goes off, stay indoors, the phone rings, dinner, the phone rings, and go to sleep.

The phone rings again. The ringing was driving you insane. It was going on any time you were inside your own home. Whenever you went to another's house, their phone was silent as ever. Something that you had wished for. But it wasn't the only thing that kept you up late at night. You've been having conversations with Wally prior to the endless phone calls. Part feeling bad that he was still stuck in his home instead of being outside and spending time with the neighbors. You hadn't realize that his condition was getting progressively worse the more you kept talking to him.

Wally wanted to hear your voice more. He needed to hear you talk about whatever came to mind or was brought up. The sound of your voice was a melodious tune to him. Wally couldn't help it at all.

You wished you connected it sooner than expected.

And yet here you were. You were sitting down at the dinner table that was in your own home, your food gone untouched. You could only stare blankly at the plate in front of you knowing well that it's gone cold. Your eyes slowly drifted over to the phone that was resting on the counter. You had moved it during one of your calls with Wally so you can multitask: talk to him while making yourself something to eat. Easier and more convient for you, wasn't it?

It's been ringing once again. Your mind automatically thought it was Wally calling you again. It couldn't be anyone else to call you this late at night.

How else would he know that you tend to stay up into the late hours of the night. Or how you would wake up without a thought, doing whatever gets you back into exhaustion so you have more energy for tomorrow. How else could he know these details about you that you never mentioned.

You pushed the chair back without cringing at the screeching floorboard you caused it to make. You storm into the kitchen, opening various of drawers and digging through the various amount of supplies that you had stashed away. You were doing it aggressively to the point were you could've accidentally taken out an entire drawer. Pulling and slamming over and over again before you found what you were looking for. You scooped up a pair of scissors into your hands with the satisfaction of finally finding your desired item.

Pushing yourself away from the messy drawers and cabinets, you rush back over to the phone. You nearly knock over the phone which would've been desirable but it wasn't what you were aiming for. Going to the other side, you trace the long thin cable that connected your phone to the house, which gave access to anyone calling you. Finding no care for the length, you swiftly snip the cord in half.

An unfamiliar silence filled the room. Lowering your hands, you let one end of the cord slip through you hands and onto the floor. Relief washes over your body was you stand up properly. Sliding the scissors gently onto the counter. Turning away from the phone with no care what you're going to do with it. As long as it was silent, you were happy.

The phone rings.

You nearly snap your neck to look at the phone once again. Tou were thinking you might be imagining it all over again. The phone vibrates as the ringing starts up again. You were sure that you cut the phone line. What other cord could be connected to the phone.

'What the fuck is going on? Why is it ringing? How is it still ringing!? Just fucking stop!'

One thing led to another and you found yourself on the floor sitting against the wall. Viewing the phone that was at a distance due to it being knocked over by you throwing it at a nearby wall. It didn't break fully which made you more frustrated, but you didn't have anymore energy to deal with it. You were tired. You wanted it to stop.

"Now neighbor.. is that a way to answer a friend?" Wally's faint voice was heard through the phone, but you made no effort to get closer to hear him better.

"You destroyed your phone," Wally continues to speak with a loving tone in his voice. He sounds genuine, but you knew that there was another emotion present. "How can I be able to hear your voice if I can't call you.. Don't you think it would be better to visit me?”

You remained silent. Something about the suggestion was almost to good to pass up. It has been days since you’ve seen him, and you didn’t want anything more than to make up the lost time with the shorter puppet. But then again, Wally was sick and you weren't going to risk getting others down if you ended up getting sick as well.

You could only stare at the phone but you could feel Wally’s eyes focused on you. Eager for an answer.

Tonight I’m not taking no calls, cause I’ll be dancing

This is so messy omFG

I was working on another one au thing I saw on tik tok but somehow this au dragged me back here. I’ve been so stressed because of my grades and exams but writing this made me feel better at least. But like- you finna go see him or nah 👀

#ghouul #welcome home #wally darling #welcome home clown illustrations #apple to my eye 🍎 #welcome home arg #ghouul writings #wally darling x reader #wally darling x y/n #lovesick au #lovesick Wally darling #breaking phones isn’t fun wouldn’t recommend #songfic sorta #songfic #Wally darling x you #yandere wally darling

[3cremepie3]

Slip!

Jade Leech x reader Smut/ fluff 18+

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Synopsis- After taking a fall down the mountain Jade takes care of you! Quiet loving sex with the leech bro.

A/n- I just realized I didn’t write for him. So after weeks of writing and editing here he is. Also p.s this is long ash.

Warnings - mentions of injury, slight dark humor, saliva, multiple creampies, cursing, overall sloppy sex, sweat, strange dick shape

“Welcome Y/n.” Jade smiled down at you waiting underneath a large tree. “Hi, Jade.” You huffed out of breath from the long trail you had to walk to get here. “Don’t tell me you're tired already that wasn’t even a quarter of the way to our destination?”

“Nah that was nothing.” You lied trying to catch your breath. “While then let’s start walking,” you cheered!” You leaped over a large log and onto the walkway. Your boots squeaked as you walked through the numerous muddy paths.

“Thank god I found these at ramshackle,�� you noted. “Yes to do these activities you have to have a sturdy pair of footwear,” Jade spoke. “I made that mistake my first time walking up here.” His voice was almost drowned out by a nearby stream so he spoke louder.

“I could barely stand while working at the Lounge the next day.” I know Azul probably didn’t let you have a break either,” you added. “You guessed right but luckily I didn’t have a shift the after so I was okay.” Just let me know if you need a break alright?”

“Right,” you nodded. Jade took note while you both walked even though you saw these same rocks and tree’s over and over. “How do you have so much to write down?” It’s the same scene over and over again.”

“Maybe I’ll find something new one day it’s always good to keep a new perspective on things.” Like, let’s use this rock.” He bent down and picked up a rock. At first, I thought it was a metamorphic rock that’s very common.” But looking closely I can see it’s a sandstone which is still common but still you get the point.”

“So it’s always good to keep an eye out?” Yes, try to find me something pretty we need better pictures.” Will do!” Now your eyes were scanning every surface. You thought of picking up a frog but it leaped away. Then you pointed to a bird but it flew away.

A bunch of mushrooms hung off a branch so you were gonna point those out but he said something that was living. “Ooo found something!” You went to grab the beautiful creature. “Stay just like that don’t move a muscle,” Jade demanded. You did as follows so he could snap a pic. It flew off of you going back to its business. “Come look Y/n.” Aww!” You gushed looking at the butterfly that landed on your nose.

“This is perfect for our club poster,” Jade chuckled. “Hell yeah it is I found you two pretty things,” you joked. “Yup you’ll attract more club members.” Am I that fine?” Yes, are you blind to others' attraction to you?”

“I must because I had not one clue I was the “It girl” or whatever you want to call me.” Do you think everyone just asked you to come to their club meetings with no motive?” You thought back to all the proposals people had given you over the months. You were even allowed to attend their events if you wanted to.

“I thought that they just wanted my company?” I’m a good friend once you get to know me,” you pleaded. “Well you never come so they wouldn’t know that.” Not true I’m here with you today,” you called into question. “Now I can brag to Floyd about this his mood is sure to sour.” I wasn’t ever gonna go to basketball with sweaty high schoolers that are gonna yell at me when I miss. That seems like an absolute nightmare.”

“Yeah they wouldn’t go easy on you,” he chuckled. But I’m glad you're here with me.” Yes even though you scare me sometimes well most of the time!” I still rather be in this club than anyone else’s.” Thanks for coming y/n. For a long time, I thought I would always be alone. But somehow I’ve gained a companion.”

“Yup for now on I’ll be the best partner you can ask for Jade.” Y/n there’s something else I’ve been wanting to ask you.” You paused your actions to look back at him. Before he could speak his expression seriously you got distracted by the rain. It started to fall suddenly and heavily like a blanket of snow. “Does it usually rain on this mountain?” Yes, that’s why I brought these.”

He handed you a yellow poncho. “Up ahead there should be a resting area we can wait there until the rain clears.” Okay, let’s get there fast my boots are getting soaked.” You dashed ahead of him not focused on your footing. “Wait it’s slippery up there L/n!” He tried his best to warn you but it was too late. You already slipped on the stone steps. “Fuck why did I wear high waters!” You cussed looking at the gash in your leg.

“I’ll clean up your wound soon.” For now, let me carry you.” Are you sure I’m pretty heavy,” you warned. “There’s nothing to worry about,” he shushed you. Afterward, you didn’t protest as he picked you up bridal style. Despite the added weight, his steps were stable and he didn’t slip. “I'm sorry Jade I didn’t mean to be dead weight.”

“We got our mission accomplished so I don’t mind.” Besides you’re not heavy.” He bounced you up and down in his arms. “Ah,” you screamed thinking you were gonna fall down the hill. “I forget how strong you and your brother are.” You could probably deadlift Jack.” He didn’t look anywhere near tired even after bringing you further to the rest stop.

Which you now saw was a supply shed. He dropped you on a recliner that was in the corner. “This is your idea of a rest stop?”

“Yes now Stay still,” he directed. He pulled a small first aid kit out of his backpack. “At least someone came prepared.” You laughed at yourself who only brought your outfit and a half-eaten granola bar. “I always get hurt while up here.” Especially when I was newer like you I scraped my legs a lot.” I know just the thing to treat your injuries.”

He pulled out a small bottle of alcohol. “This is going to sting .” He explained to you all while holding that same unreassuring smile. “Wait!” I’m scared.” Sorry I know I’m such a baby,” you frowned. “This has to happen Y/n I’ll be here to guide you through it.” Fine just do it,” you blurted.

He began to pour the alcohol on the scrape. You grabbed his hand out of instinct squeezing tight on the large and long fingers of his. “All done.” He patched you up thoroughly then leaned your leg on the chair. “I think we should stay here until morning.” My weather predictor says there’s gonna be a storm.”

The whole time he was talking you couldn’t focus since you just now realized you were holding his hand. “Such a gentleman,” you spoke aloud. “What was that,” he interrupted. “I didn’t think I said that so loud… but I did mean it.” Thanks for all your help Jade I would’ve probably had to camp in some tree stump if you weren’t here.”

“I’m not so good at taking care of myself. But your pretty caring I can see that in the way you treat Floyd.” Thank you that was nice of you Y/n and… “About that thing earlier Y/n that I was trying to tell you.” Oh yeah, you weren’t able to finish I’m sorry that I interrupted you.” No problem as long as your listening now.” He clasped his other hand over both of yours encasing them with warmth. “I didn’t need your help to take pictures for the club.” I brought you out here for another reason.”

Silence filled the shack and the only thing you could hear was the rain tap in the background. “You brought me in these secluded woods to eat me?” You joked thinking it was funny but other questions ran through your mind. What was he planning to do with you? Was Jade asking you out? Your mind couldn’t even process it correctly. You stayed frozen in shock for a minute before his lips on one of your knuckles brought you back to earth.

“I hope you can find it in you to answer me.” It doesn’t have to be soon I’ll wait however long it takes.” Wait you’re serious Jade this isn’t some rude prank or scheme you and Azul boiled up?” No, I would never go as far as I plan to go with you,” he admitted.

“Just how far do you plan to go?” You smirked catching his flirtatiousness. “If your comfortable I wanted to try third base?” But today I’ll only be servicing you, my sweetheart.” He leaned over on the corner of the chair to kiss you.

While doing so his hands trailed down lifting your legs to each side of the chair. He sat up then squeezed himself in between your legs. Now he was impossibly closer smothering you into a drool-sharing kiss. You could feel him smile against you as you begged for air against him. But his tongue held you in a tight lock.

Your hands clasped his hair and your legs locked around his back. For a moment you even forgot about your injury blinded by lust. Finally, you broke apart. Worn out from the heat of the moment your leg dropped remembering the pain it once beard.

Jade looked at you one last time for permission before sliding your pants off. If only you’d known you would’ve worn your cutest panties. But Jade didn’t seem to give a damn after kissing your clit through them. “I did bring you deep in the woods for this.” Somewhere far where I know no one will bother us.”You shivered at the straightforward action while he laughed finding you too sensitive for your good.

“Try to stay still,” he directed. Even after his direction, you were still squirming in his strong grasp as he liked up your panties. His fingers lightly followed the path he made. Your underwear was completely drenched in your essence by the time he pulled them to the side. If he didn’t have patience he would’ve torn them off but he much preferred to keep their ruin so he could use them later.

He spat a globe that rolled down to your fluttering hole. You watched his every move your body reacting to every movement of his in anticipation. He paused completely his fingers just a few centimeters from your clit. He wouldn’t be a leech if he wasn’t at least a bit malicious. The noises falling out of your mouth were embarrassing. Jade could tell how uneasy you felt as his other hand worked his way up your shirt.

Your bra soon fell on the chair. You gripped the sides for support so your hands wouldn’t tangle in his hair. You wanted nothing more than to slam his head down on your cunt. You could feel his heavy breathing as his sight focused on yours.

“Please I can’t wait any longer,” you groaned. If you didn’t have such a grip on the chair then you would’ve touched yourself by now. “You’re so impatient.” You just really want my tongue that bad huh?” Yes please, I need you.”

“Just wait a little longer.” He kissed the area around your hole. You waited for what felt like forever you were even more soaked than the ground outside by now. You couldn’t wait for another second his smooching was too stimulating. Your hands moved from the side of the chair and into his hair.

You would probably come to regret it later but for now, you needed the pleasure. He groaned his supply of air being cut off since you stuffed him in your fat cunt. “Ahh finally,” you whined. “You’ll come to regret this later once I start I won’t stop.”

He wasn’t lying he licked you in all the places you needed until you were creaming all over his tongue. The first time you felt good your orgasm was powerful. You tightened the grip on his hair. The second time felt odd to you. Never before had you been so sensitive after an orgasm.

Your clit which he rolled around meticulously was now throbbing. “This feels weird.” You mewled feeling a new sensation rocking through your body. “Just let it all out no need to hold back.” Your body began to spasm your back arched off the chair and your head fell back. You hadn’t realized what you’d done until you looked down at Jade's ruined face.

“Ah, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make a mess.” You tried your best to help him reaching for a shirt to dry him off. But his grip on your legs tightened. He forced them back open again and began to feast. Maybe it was the merman in him but he loved it when you squirted. So he was gonna make it happen again.

Only this time his fingers filled your hole pumping you while his thumb rubbed on your overworked clit. He moved them faster and faster until the familiar feeling came back to you. “So good! So good, so good,” you chanted. He was hitting a spot you never thought you could reach.

Your juices dripped down his fingers but he didn’t care continuing to pump in and out of you. “Wow, I can’t believe it’s possible to get this wet.” You're making a mess everywhere but it’s nothing I can’t lick up.” It took you until now to notice his tongue wasn’t normally shaped. You couldn’t tell since you’ve never gotten head before. It was long and pointy enough to make your toes curl as it filled you.

He switched in and out with his tongue and his fingers his pace was slow. But the preciseness of it all had your legs crushing his head in between your thighs. Another orgasm hit you and he achieved his goal of making you squirt again. “I don’t think I can cum anymore.” That’s an impossible statement Y/n of course you can still cum look at how you're taking my fingers.”

Despite your begging, he didn’t let up erasing orgasm after orgasm out of you. You lost count of how many times you came your mind turning to mush. The sounds of your lovesong intensified as did the thunder that almost shattered the window. But you knew you were safe in his grasp. Your body jolted with each vibration his tongue let out.

You bit your hand embarrassed by the sounds you were making. But he removed your hand from your mouth. If you had to hear his groans as he ate you out he wanted to hear your reactions too. “Let me hear how good I make you feel.” Or I’ll stop altogether,” he threatened.

“No please don’t stop,” you begged. If you could feel this good just from his fingers how would his dick feel? It was all you could think about. You became unaware of your surroundings letting the pleasure take over.“I need you to fuck me.” Please I’m begging you!” Anyone walking nearby could probably hear you scream these slutty statements but you couldn’t care. Not when he complied pulling away from you. His face was smeared with your juices and his hair was ruffled. He looked a mess but nowhere near as worse as you.

Your mascara was running down your face for quite a few years fell. Also, your lips were swollen to perfection to him they looked biteable. And your body was hot and flushed with sweat it added a glow like no other to your beautiful skin. However, at the moment you couldn’t find a reason to hate it. Maybe the moonlight and the rain consumed you. Or maybe it was the kiss he pulled you in. The aftertaste was strong this time since you could taste it yourself.

“I have something to share with you before we continue.” What’s that Jade,” you said hastily. “My dick is different than most people.” It’s one part of me that only half changed when I turned human. That’s why I didn’t want to just pull it out.”

“You’ve already excepted every imperfection of mine.” So, of course, I’ll accept yours baby.” His smile returned to his face. He was quick to pull his cock out his pre dribbled on your thigh.“Okay,” you huffed. You were hesitant he was large as you expected but way thicker than you could handle. His cock had ridges that you could feel as your fingers traced. As you felt it he began to get slimy.

“I can’t wait much longer Y/n are you ready?” I- I don’t know if I can handle this.” I made you lose enough now relax love.” He slipped his cock into you after a little resistance. Immediately you tensed the stretch knocking the air out of your lungs. But after a few of his sloppy strokes, you felt good. Your cunt which had previously been prepared was now slimy with his slick.

“How are you feeling Y/n?” He already knew the answer by your face. Your eyes were rolling in the back of your head. He was hitting so deep inside that you began to see white. It didn’t take long for you to cum. He was quick to follow. His cum flowed back in and out of you as he continued to fuck you threw his orgasm.

Your body collapsed to the side of the chair. He lifted your leg so he could still have access to you’re drowning cunt. His strokes were slow and his hips snapped forward once your cunt craved more. You were both still sensitive from your highs that occurred not even a couple of minutes ago; consequently, the round was short.

The base of his cock was covered in a ring of your cream. Things weren’t only looking sloppy but they sounded sloppy. The sound of wet smacking filled the walls. Your body was tired but somehow you were able to keep up with his thrust throwing your ass back on his toned body. You didn’t having speak since you were able to see every emotion he wanted to convey through his smile.

He littered your neck with kisses and you littered his body with scratches. You would have felt bad but he didn’t care. The pain was nothing to him all he could feel were you milking him dry. His dick throbbed inside you. You could feel each vain and ride budge as he came inside you once again.

“I can't stop now not ever,” he whispered. “Please stay with me and take it.” His hand moved your head which was rolling back to his. “Don’t pass out I know it feels good but you gotta stay with me.” He spoke while thrusting into you. Your body was overstimulated each time he moved you gushed at him.

This continued after you moved through many positions. it didn’t matter how outlandish they were as long as he could see your face. Your injuries weren’t considered they couldn’t matter right now. “It’s too dark to leave we would get stranded.” He decided but you could tell it was just an excuse to stay with you and keep making love.

Before you knew it the morning had swept over you both. You awoke both of you collapsed in the chair. You were cockwarming him so you removed yourself from the previous rounds of cum he loaded into you dripping out.

“So this wasn’t a dream,” you confirmed. “Well, I’m glad I slipped!”



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[ofallthingsnasty]

Pretty please could you do F, H, N, or Y for crocodile one day! I’m curious on your thoughts about him and I love when you talk about him 😭 my new obsession is the pug who he hates but tolerates just for you, so sweet 🥺

Yandere Alphabet letters a, i and q for crocodile hdsjahj anon I'm glad you like my rambles because they are so much fun to write 💕💕 regarding the little dog - don't be fooled, it's 50% him wanting to see you happy and 50% having even more leverage over you 🤭 mean man...

tw.yandere, violence, minors dni

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Uh oh, you might want to reconsider doing that. You call it fighting back, he calls it being an ungrateful, whiny little brat and it pisses him off. There are few things that make his blood boil when it comes to you, and being defiant and insulting him is one of them. Does he know that you’re here against your will? Sure. Does he care? No. You see, he views himself as some sort of provider - he’s giving you a life a million times better than your old one. You’re cared for, well-fed, nicely dressed, don’t have to work - really, your only job is to play house when he’s around (which he isn’t all that often, busy as he is). He doesn't even expect you to fuck him for it, he just wants someone to come home to, who will let him rest his head on their lap and caress it. (Of course, he oh-so-graciously ignores the gigantic power imbalance between the two of you when it suits him, especially when it comes to the bedroom. But generally speaking, I think he can be rather mellow compared to others, can even be reasoned with to a certain extent. Just be good for him.)

He thinks he’s being more than generous, more than fair - for the position you're in. A lesser pirate would have killed you by now, he tells you, would have gotten a new toy already. No, no - he is here to stay, he wants to see you thrive, even.And if you throw it all in his face, spit at him, dare to fight him - oh, what he’ll feel will be beyond good and evil. Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, darling.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Okay, good news first: When it comes to Crocodile, I’d argue that the worst experience is really limited to just one. I’ve talked about him physically lashing out at you in a moment of rage and in the weeks that have passed that thought kind of stuck with me. At his core, this man doesn't want to hurt you (deeply). Manipulating you with visual threats and possibilities is one thing, but genuinely injuring you to make you bend to his will? Not really his style. Yes, he does corporal punishments - but only because they’re so effective and can be done so quickly. (A classic action - réaction, if you will.) So, what exactly is that nebulous worst experience? It’s him either using his Devil Fruit powers or his hook on you. To even get to that point, he’d have to be beyond angry with you. It’s probably something that happens early on while you’re not yet acquainted with your new role and you dare to insult him, try to escape - maybe you spiral, his temper simply cooks over and- Trust me, he’ll never do it again. It’ll leave permanent physical damage. But it’ll also traumatize you into submission, which is the only good thing to come out of this, at least to him. You’ll both regret it. And you’ll both learn from it.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Spankings. Lots of them. It’s quick, efficient, shows you who is in charge, makes you sit a little straighter, makes you sweeter - he isn’t beyond mind games in general but when it comes to punishments, a quick correction is just more convenient. Manipulation and the likes are the long con, the work he puts in to undermine your self-esteem, to make you doubt your own feelings for your captor. But the spankings are the here and now, the thing that keeps the cat from sharpening its claws on the sofa.

You’ll learn to associate that telltale-look of tired disappointment with a sigh and over my knee, darling. He’ll ask what you’ve done wrong, will make you count, will leave you feeling so small, like an unruly child and not a fully grown adult - it’s a great way to keep you edge, to never let you forget who is in charge here, no matter how much time passes and in how many gifts he showers you.

And if it’s really dire - you get the belt. 

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

I always waver on this one. We know from the story that he isn’t afraid of planning, slowly building, waiting - Operation Utopia was a goddamn mammoth and he has the patience to wait on you for years and years to make it perfect - but. Doesn’t he deserve something soft? Someone to come home to? And what good is all that plotting and lying in wait and watching if he could have had you by that point already?He definitely won’t go ‘alright, that one’s spouse-shaped, put them in the bag’ when he sees you for the first time but he won’t wait too long for you either. Just long enough to gain sufficient intel, to get to know you a little better, to make your disappearance as smooth and seamless as possible. I’m not trying to sound harsh, but not only does he not want to wait too long - there are also other, more important things to do? He can’t spend months upon months learning about you inch by inch, he has an Ancient Weapon to seize and a country to overthrow. You can’t be mad at him when he pulls the plug at a certain moment and simply takes what he wants. It’s really only logical.

#omg that was waaaaay too much fun. thank you for indulging me!! kiss for you... 💕 #tw.yandere #/crocodile #/one piece #yandere one piece #crocodile x reader

[minkilicious]

K.HJ | Supermarket Flowers

Pairing: Idol!hongjoong x f!reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff (as far as I know) (I suck with determining genres)

Warnings: Talks about cheating, reader has deep (dare I say depressive) thoughts, small curse word usage (hell, shit, damn, goddamn, damned)

Wordcount: 2.1k

Rating: (SFW) PG-13

A/N: Omg y’all it’s finally here! My first Fic! It took me so long to finish this but I’m glad I powered through my writers block and got it done. The story may start a bit ‘eh’ and it may even be ‘eh’ all together but it’s okay. This is a learning experience and I know I have room for improvement. Friendly Feedback is always welcome! Please bear with me♥︎♥︎

proofread like 95%

Story is under the cut, Enjoy!♥︎♥︎

The hum of fluorescent lights filled the almost empty office as you sat hunched over your computer, the glow casting shadows across your fatigued face. The clock on your desk ticked relentlessly. You sat staring at the last of the files you needed to review and fix if needed, a task demanding more time than you had.

The hands of the clock on your desk crept closer to the end of the workday, you carefully gathered your belongings, feeling the anticipation of finally leaving the office. "Hey Cath," you called out to your supervisor, Cathryn, who was seated at her desk. "I've completed the files you sent over." With a gentle smile, You placed them on the corner of her desk and turned to make your way out. However, before you could take another step, Cathryn halted you. "Hey Y/N, could you please stay and take care of some other files for me? I understand that you've just finished the pile of files I sent last week, but these are extremely crucial. I would handle them myself, but I'm already swamped with offsite work, and I really need them before Wednesday." She stops, looking at me for an answer, even though you both knew there wasn't a 'saying no' option.

"Sure," you nod, walking out of her office with a new task at hand.

With a heavy sigh, returning to your desk you glanced at your phone, deciding it was a good time to call Hongjoong. You pressed his name, your heart sinking as the call went to voicemail. Clearing your throat, you left a quick message, your voice a mix of weariness and affection.

"Hey Joong, the office wants me to work late, some important files that Cath needs by Wednesday," you started, your words rushed but laced with a hint of longing. 

"After that, I was going to stop by the store and pick up a few things. Did you need anything?" you ask. Mentally hitting yourself for not asking him before you left for work this morning. 

You continue to speak "And maybe we could have a late date night or just Netflix and chill? I just know how busy you've been in the studio with the recent comeback, and I thought some one-on-one time would be nice. I miss you. Please call me back when you get this." you pause, "I love youu," you finished off the voicemail, your voice rising in a sing-songy tone before hanging up.

With a heavy heart, You returned your attention to your work, the computer screen blurring before your tired eyes. The thought of Hongjoong waiting for you at home brought a pang of guilt mixed with a yearning for his presence. You missed your lazy evenings together, the shared laughter and stolen moments of intimacy.

As the minutes turned into hours, You finally completed the daunting task that was put upon you abruptly, your shoulders sagging with relief. Checking the time, you realized the supermarket would be closing soon, and you still had to pick up supplies for the week ahead. Weariness clung to you like a heavy cloak as you gathered your belongings and made your way out of the office.

The streets outside were eerily quiet, the city lights casting long shadows on the pavement. The chill of the night air cut through you, sending a shiver down your spine. Pulling your coat tighter around you, you hailed a cab and directed the driver to the nearest supermarket.

The aisles of the store were almost empty, save for a few late-night shoppers hurriedly grabbing their necessities. You moved through the maze of products, your mind preoccupied with thoughts of Hongjoong and your unfinished one-way conversation. You picked up items from the list you had hastily scribbled earlier, your steps quickening as you neared the checkout counter.

As you were placing your grocery items on the conveyor belt at the checkout counter, you noticed something out of the corner of your eye. You turned to look and saw a solitary bouquet of flowers left on the display, and to your surprise, it was a beautiful arrangement of Marigolds. You stopped in your tracks, captivated by the striking colors and the delicate petals of the flowers.

As you stood there gazing at the bouquet, your mind began to wander off, and you found yourself lost in your thoughts. The Marigolds reminded you of Hongjoong. The vivid yellow and orange hues of the flowers were reminiscent of his warm smile, and the soft petals reminded you of his gentle touch.

You were so engrossed in your own world that you didn't hear the cashier trying to get your attention. She spoke up, "Miss?" twice, but you didn't respond. Finally, she spoke louder, "Excuse me, Miss? You're holding up the line, and it's 10 minutes till closing." You snapped back to reality, realizing that you had been standing there for quite some time, mesmerized by the Marigolds.

As you paid for the groceries and packed them into bags, your phone buzzed in your pocket. You fumbled to retrieve it, your heart leaping when you saw Hongjoong's saved contact name pop up 'My 1 and Only' with a ring emoji next to it. Answering quickly, you were met with his warm voice.

"Hey, um..I just got your message." He paused. "No, I'm good. I don't think I need anything. and about that date night' Hongjoong pauses again before speaking once more. "I'm still at the studio working on this one part of the track. I don't think I'll make it home till late."

You frowned as he spoke. You weren't going to lie, hearing that he wasn't gonna be home till late sent an ache to your chest. You knew that Hongjoong's job was so important and meaningful to him but when he chooses his work over you time and time again, it hurts.

You tried to suppress the pain creeping into your chest and the sadness threading your voice before you broke the silence that had fallen over the call. "O-Oh. Well if you're that busy, I won't keep you." You fell quiet, silently hoping that he might change his mind.

Hongjoong hurriedly spoke again "Yeah.." he sighed before continuing. "I should probably get back to work." You were about to tell him you love him and to at least make sure he doesn't skip his meals and stays hydrated, he ended the call without even saying I love you.

You can't help but feel sad and unwanted; your eyes start to water, the salty tears threatening to fall down your cheeks at any given moment. You know Hongjoong loves you but he has a funny way of showing it which is what makes it hard to believe most of the time.

You hailed a cab and walked to the yellow and black car with groceries in hand. After putting them in the backseat, you slid into the backseat yourself and told the cab driver your address. You decided to stare out the window, feeling that it was best to avoid a potentially awkward conversation with the cab driver. As you watched, the supermarket disappeared from view, leaving only empty streets illuminated by street lights.

As you finally reach Hongjoong's apartment, you pay the cab driver and gather up the bags in your hands. You shut the cab door with your hip and walk up to the tall wooden door. With your free hand, you pull out the spare key from your purse – the one Hongjoong had given you – and insert it into the lock. You turned the key until you heard a click, then pushed the door open and stepped inside, you kick off your heels and set your purse on the table just inside the door. The familiar scent of Hongjoong mixed with the aroma of incense filled the air, you instantly felt right at home.

Walking over to the kitchen, you started to put the groceries away one by one until finally, you reached the last one. The bouquet of Marigolds. You rushed to take the old flowers out of the clear glass vase that recited on the bar marble top. In doing so an open wine bottle caught your attention. You walk over to the bottle sitting on the coffee table in the living room. Picking it up, you see that it is empty. You also see that two wine glasses are also on the coffee table in front of you.

Your mind starts to race, "If Hongjoong is home, was he waiting for you? did he just decide to come home? why did he lie and say he was going to be late? who the hell did he have over at this hour?" You look over at the clock on the wall, it reading half past 10. Making your way out of the living room towards the stairs, you feel your heart pounding harder in your chest. 

"Joong?" you call out, but receive no reply.

Your heart races as you reach the slightly open bedroom door, the soft light casting eerie shadows on the walls. Pushing the bedroom door the rest of the way open, Your breath caught in your throat as you took in the scene before you - Hongjoong intertwined with another woman. Their bodies twisted together, sheets twisted around their limbs like a cruel embrace – Hongjoong's eyes meet yours, a mixture of regret and guilt flashing across his face. The room seemed to spin around you, the world tilting on its axis as you struggled to make sense of the betrayal laid bare before you.

The woman beside him was a stranger, her features blurred in the dim light, but her presence was a sharp dagger in your heart. You had shared your dreams, your fears, and your vulnerabilities with Hongjoong, only to be met with his ultimate betrayal.

The air crackled with tension as you stood frozen in the doorway, the realization sinking in like a lead weight in your chest. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over.

The silence that stretched between you was punctuated only by the sound of your own ragged breathing, the weight of months of love and disappointment pressing down on you like a heavy burden. You turned on your heel, walking out of Hongjoong's apartment, the night air cool on your burning skin.

A now clothed Hongjoong chases after you. "y/n wait!" he calls after you but you continue to walk away. Hongjoong catches up to you grabbing your arm causing you to pull your arm away from his grasp and face him. Hurt imminent on your delicate features.

Catching his breath, You stare at each other for a while before he breaks the silence. "Look, I can explain-" 

Interrupting him you speak, "I don't want your explanations, Hongjoong. Cut the shit! We both know what I saw." The tears are already welling up in your eyes. The amount of anger and hurt you are feeling beginning to feel overwhelming.

Hongjoong stands there. Right now he wants to hold you close and tell you how stupid he is. How he wishes he could take it all back if he could, but all he can muster up is "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry? that's all you have to say?" You look at him dead in the eyes, "How could you do this to me? I trusted you! I never thought you would hurt me, not like this."

Hongjoong looks at you apologetically "I know, and I regret it. Please forgive me. I love you."

shaking your head "you love me? huh," you scoff "you love me so goddamn much you had to go sleep with another woman??" the tears from before falling down your now red, puffy cheeks.

Hongjoong reaches for your hand. "Please, just give me a chance to make it up to you. I'll do anything." You sigh. He cheats on you but yet he's pleading for you not to leave.

Removing your hand from his, "Joong, I can't. You shake your head as you continue to speak "I won't ever be able to trust you and I'll just question if you love me or not all the damn time, and you did this to me once and I'll be damned if I let you do it to me twice!"

You turn to make your exit. With one final glance over your shoulder, you saw Hongjoong standing alone on the sidewalk, a solitary figure against the darkened night. And with a heavy heart but a newfound strength, you turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind the echoes of his pleading words.

Walking back into his apartment, he stands there alone. Nothing but him and your Supermarket Flowers.

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[judeswhore]

can u write spencer angst about maybe a break up or going on a break because he’s never home? it’s okay if not i just really like ur writing and i’m in love with spencer!!

thank u!! i’m really glad u like my silly little ramblings, it means a lot <3

"hey, your suitcase is in the hallway? you didn't say you had a trip planned, are you going to see your mom?"

spencer sounded a little confused when he appeared in the kitchen, his fingers already working to tug his tie loose, the buttons on his dark cardigan already undone. he looked tired, dark circles evident beneath his eyes and a shadow of stubble starting to dust across his jaw and as much as your heart tugged you couldn't go to him, only set the keys you'd been gripping down on the counter top that separated you.

"i can't do this anymore."

"you can't- can't do what?" you swallowed through the rising lump in your throat and willed yourself to remember at least one of the things you'd planned to say. despite the evening hour the air was quiet, only making the usual soft ticking of the clock hanging on the wall sharper, each second passing pressing a heavier weight on your chest. spencer had come to a stop in the doorway, his hand lowering from his tie now hanging limp around his neck.

"this. us. i'm tired, spence." you shook your head, dropped your gaze from his to stare at a spot just over his shoulder, unable to say the next words while he was looking at you the way he was. "we need to break up."

"break up?" he echoed, his tone soft, higher in pitch than usual and again confused, a crease appearing between his eyebrows. "i don't understand." it was his turn to shake his head and you watched as he made his way closer, walking around the kitchen island and ignoring the keys you'd pushed his way.

"this isn't a relationship anymore, spencer. you're never here and when you are it's like i'm a second thought. you're either reading up on new things or going back over cases and by the time you remember i'm here you're already packing up to leave again."

"that's not-"

"i love you, so much but this isn't working anymore and it hurts." spencer reached out, his fingers brushing yours before tangling together, tugging you a little closer despite the look in your eyes and the shake of your head. his gaze cut into you, pressed even harder against your chest and it was almost as though you could feel the crack forming in your heart. "i can't be with someone who feels like a ghost."

"i don't.. you knew how my job worked, when we first started dating i told you it was time consuming, i told you i'd be away a lot and you said it was okay. you said we could handle it, we could make it work. i thought we were making it work."

"how can we make something work when it barely exists?"

"i-"

"when was the last time you kissed me? i mean really kissed me, spence. when was the last time we went on a date? or even spent the night in watching one of those ridiculous animal documentaries? i go to bed and you're gone, sometimes you don't even text or call, i wake up and you're still not here and i have to call jj to make sure i didn't lose you while you were halfway across the country." you drew in a breath past the lump of tears clogged at the back of your throat, gently untangled your fingers and took a step back. nausea was rolling over you in waves, spencer's eyes shining beneath the dimmed lights, soft and open, more attentive than you'd seen in months. "i knew what i was getting myself into, i thought i was okay with only having half of you but i'm not."

"i can take some time off, i have some days left over. we can-we can go away, wherever you want to go we'll go."

"spencer."

"i know i've been busier than usual these past few weeks, we've had so much going on and then hotch left and we had to figure things out. but i can call emily now and we can take a vacation."

"spencer, stop. it's more than just these past few weeks. i feel like you've been pushing me away from the start, letting me in just enough to make me happy but never enough that i was completely yours." he'd been reaching for you again, ready to cup your cheek in his hand but he stopped halfway there, his mouth twisting into a frown.

"that's not true. i love you."

"i know that but sometimes i feel like you don't love me enough. your job always comes first and that's okay, you save so many people, change so many lives and i'm so proud of you but i can't be in a relationship with someone who's never really here." you wrapped your arms around yourself, a protective gesture to stop yourself from reaching for spencer. he was watching you through lowered lashes, his brows drawn in tight, a downward curve to his mouth and the tears that were gathering in your eyes were mirrored in his. "being together like this isn't fair to either of us and maybe one day we can figure it out again but right now, it hurts more than it ever should."

"don't. i- please don't go."

"we need a break."

"i can be here more, we can fix this."

"that's not a promise you can keep, spence. i need time and space and i need you to give me that."

"but-"

"please." spencer's throat bobbed on a swallow, a tear slipping down his cheek that he swiped away the sleeve of his cardigan and you felt the sob bubbling in your chest.

"i can't lose you."

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[rocknrollbabe14]

Lap of Luxury (Joseph x Reader) (Request)

 Warnings: Mentions of stress, self-doubt, implied sexual situations, I think that’s all.

Request: Can you make a Joe Quinn one where him and the reader have been together a little before ST4 and now they are busy with interviews and stuff but Joe more the reader sees how tired and stressed he is and decides to surprise him with a small vacation for the 2 of them and she arranges dinner and pampers him with love and gives him relaxing massages and he feels so grateful for her and he also surprises her with something (you can decide) :) Or maybe he already also had a surprise planned before he knew his surprise? Something like that. @kellysimagines

Author’s Note: “Luxurious” by Gwen Stefani may or may not have inspired me during this. Lol. 

Joseph had been very busy since his role as Eddie Munson on Stranger Things sky-rocketed him to fame. He had other acting roles, but this one had made him well known. His interview on Jimmy Fallon had been his biggest to date and it was only up from there. Between his interviews, his appearance at conventions, and appearances he was making otherwise, he was becoming a little worn down. He loved his fans and loved what he did, but it was tiring. On top of all that, he was also trying to maintain his relationship with you.

You were his top priority, always. But you understood his fans were important to him. They were the reason he was here. You were very patient and understanding with him when he had to cancel dates and move the dates around. He felt bad when he had to do this but you reassured him you understood. He would always promise to make it up to you. You were supposed to see him today for the first time in a couple of weeks. You were excited, you couldn’t hide it. 

You had opted to make dinner instead of going out to dinner. It was hard for Joseph to avoid the public eye now and you felt like it would give him a break from all that. You had the television on, just background noise as you cut up vegetables and prepared dinner. You eyed the clock to see exactly how long you had before he arrived. You must have gotten carried away because when your eyes met the clock again, you realized Joseph was late.

You began to worry and your mind began pondering so many possible scenarios. Had he got into an accident? Did something come up and he didn’t get to call you? You quickly dialed his phone number, waiting for an answer. He didn’t answer. It went to his voicemail, causing you to worry even worse. You felt sick to your stomach thinking about what could be wrong. You tried to refocus and finish dinner but your concentration was off, almost nicking your finger with the knife. 

Your phone rang and you prayed it was Joseph. You picked it up quickly and saw his name and picture on the screen. 

“Hey, babe. I was worried.”, you sighed.

“Hey, love. I’m sorry. I fell asleep and overslept. I’m on my way. I promise.”

It was unlike Joseph to be late for anything. He was very punctual. You knew this new lifestyle he was adapting to was getting the best of him. He’d eventually adjust and be fine, but he was not used to balancing everything. 

“It’s fine. The door’s unlocked. Just come in.”

“I will, love. I’ll text you when I pull in.”

You smiled easily, excited to finally get to see your boyfriend. One of his favorite qualities about you was how supportive you were of him and his career. 

“I love you. Be careful.”, you breathed.

“I will, love. I love you. See you soon.”

With that you hung up and quickly went and finished dinner, going ahead and plating it. Your phone dinged and you easily glanced at it. It was Joseph. You grabbed silverware as you admired your work quickly. The door opened and he came through. His eyes were still tired but his adorable smile still came through. You met him in the living room, hugging him deeply before sharing a kiss. 

“I’m so sorry I overslept love.”

“It’s fine Joe. I’m just glad you’re okay.”, you smiled at him.

He followed you into the kitchen after slipping his tennis shoes off and sat down at his usual spot. He rested his head in his hand and you eyed him. He was not as chipper and energetic as usual. You sat down easily beside him, beginning to make small talk. He talked about how many days he had at his latest convention. He talked about the fans that stood out to him but reiterated how happy they all had made him and how welcome he felt. He was thankful for them, there was no doubt.

You were all ears. He eventually finished dinner and asked if he could retire to the living room. Of course, he could. You had the living room warmly lit, a relaxing room in your house. It was where you could unwind after a hard day and watch some television, read a book, or whatever you decided. You had a candle burning, one of your favorite scents from Bath and Body Works, making it all the more inviting. You didn’t mind picking up the dishes and putting them in the sink. You could do them tomorrow. You wiped down the table and Joseph had turned on the television, but had grown awful quiet. 

You looked in the living room easily. “Joe?”

No answer. You walked into the living room quietly, the white carpet under your feet making no sound. You leaned over the couch and noticed he had laid over and fallen asleep on the couch. He snored lightly causing you to chuckle. You decided to not wake him up. You grabbed the blanket from your accent chair and easily draped it over him, making sure he was completely covered up. You bent down and kissed him easily, causing him to stretch a little before settling right back into the couch, cuddling one of your accent pillows. He was so damn cute. 

You blew your candle out and turned the television volume down before cutting the lamps off and locking the door. You eyed him as you went upstairs to your bedroom. You wished he was in bed with you, but you understood he was exhausted and didn’t want to wake him up. He was sleeping so soundly. Flipping your bedroom light on, you prepared to take a quick relaxing bath. You sat in your robe on the edge of the bathtub as you waited for the water to fill up the tub. 

You poured a little bubble bath in and lit another candle. You felt satisfied with the water level and dipped yourself down into the bathtub. Part of you was beginning to worry about Joseph. He was not one to fall asleep in your company except when he stayed over or you stayed over with him and you all were ready for bed. You were sure Joseph had no intentions of sitting down on the couch and falling asleep. 

You grabbed your towel and wrapped it around yourself as you drained the tub. An idea popped into your head. A little solution to your concern about Joe. You needed to find out his work schedule and what he had planned without giving away your idea. You threw your nightgown on and slid under your comforter, fantasizing about your idea. This was the best idea you had thought of in a long time. 

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Your eyes fluttered open and saw the sun shining through your window. You eyed your alarm clock. Eight forty-five. You looked around the room, no sign of Joseph. You imagined he was still asleep on the couch. You grabbed your silk robe off the back of the door and tip-toed down your stairs. There he was, still asleep on the couch. You smirked and decided you could at least start breakfast. You wanted to let him sleep as long as he could.

You saw his phone on the coffee table and grabbed it, noticing the battery was low. You plugged it up to your spare charger on the island in your kitchen and began digging ingredients out of your refrigerator. Bacon, eggs, and toast sounded pretty good. You hummed lightly as you began cooking breakfast. You had finished the bacon, remembering exactly how Joe liked his. Crispy with very minimal to no fat. You were beginning to crack eggs when you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist, causing you to squeal. 

You felt his head lean on your shoulder and his breath tickled your ear. “Good morning, love. I see I didn’t make it to the bed last night.”

You turned your head to the side to meet his lips, sharing a kiss with him. “Nope. But it was pretty cute.”

He chuckled before coming to stand beside you. “I didn’t last very long after dinner, did I?”

You shook your head. “No, but it’s really okay.”

He sighed and you could tell it bothered him that he had fallen asleep on you so soon. “I feel like such a shit boyfriend here lately.”

He rubbed his face and you could tell he was really bothered by this. You stopped worrying about breakfast before turning to face him, a serious look on your face. 

“Joe, you’re not a shit boyfriend. Don’t say that.”

He sighed. “I mean I have barely seen you since we premiered season four of the show. Between interviews and appearances at the conventions. Then, when I finally see you, I am late to dinner and fall asleep on your couch while you’re cleaning up the kitchen.”

You rolled your eyes at him, a small smile crossing your lips. “You’re tired, Joe. You’ve had a lot going on since the show premiered. You’ve been really busy.”

He scoffed as he grabbed a coffee cup out of your cabinet. He had stayed here and memorized where everything was in your house. “Doesn’t make it okay, love.”

“Fine, since you’re so guilty when are you off from work? How long of a break do you have?”, you asked him playfully as you cooked the eggs and he began to brew a pot of coffee. 

“I’m off for the next two weeks. Nothing on the itinerary.”, he leaned against your kitchen counter. 

Scooping the eggs out of the skillet and onto your all’s plates, you nodded. “Okay, well, I have a proposition.”

He eyed you, his eyebrows cocked in question. You smirked at him as you opened your bread box and placed a few pieces of toast in your toaster. He was waiting for you to continue. 

“I say we need a vacation.”

His eyebrows were still raised. “If that’s what will make you happy babe, you name the place and we’ll go.”

He was really wanting to make it up to you but that wasn’t what this was about. 

“You’re not planning this vacation for me.”, you eyed him.

His face crinkled in confusion. “What do you mean, love?”

You smirked as the toast popped up in the toaster. You grabbed it on the edge, placing it in each of your all’s plates with no issue. You carried the plates to the table, feeling his eyes still on you, watching you.

“This isn’t about making anything up to me, Joe. You have been off lately. I don’t mean it in a bad way, but all of this isn’t exactly like you. You seem exhausted and stressed.”, you looked back up at him.

He watched you walk to the refrigerator, grabbing the orange juice before grabbing a cup from your cabinet. You barely could reach, having to stand on your tip-toes. His brain was trying to process where you were going with all of this.

“I’ve just had a lot going on, love.”, he admitted, worried.

You nodded. “That’s why I think this vacation would benefit you more than me but I want some of you to myself,”, you began as you sat your cup on the counter before placing a hand on his chest. “And I was hoping you were free because, well, I kinda booked our flight and our destination already.”, you shrugged.

His face turned from worry and confusion to surprise. “Love!”

You shrugged again, smiling. “Sorry.”

He began laughing, surprised by the impulsiveness of your decision. You had saved some money in your savings account and dipped into it for this trip. You didn’t feel guilty. Joseph had done so much for you since he had risen to fame and you wanted to show appreciation for him and what he had done for you. He was very hard on himself, always feeling like he fell short when it came to you. But he didn’t. He treated you better than any man had in the past. He restored your faith in relationships. 

You both shared a kiss as he grabbed his coffee cup. “So can I at least know where we’re going?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna detail all that over breakfast.”, you smirked, grabbing your orange juice and you both moved to the table.

You revealed to him you had already purchased round-trip tickets for a flight to Seychelles. Seychelles was an archipelago off of East Africa. You all would be staying for a week you revealed to him. He was in shock, surprised. No one had ever done anything like this for him. You whipped pictures of the Hilton Seychelles Labriz Resort and Spa out to show him off your phone, the place you all would be staying. He commented on how beautiful and romantic it looked. You informed him you had never stayed somewhere tropical with a spa. Little did he know, you had already planned out your itinerary, including dinner, couple massages with a little twist, and a spa day.

He asked when you all were leaving and you revealed tomorrow morning—early. It would be an eighteen-hour flight. He laughed at this, stating he’d better run to his place and get his suitcase and clothes. You agreed and stated you hadn’t packed the first thing either. After breakfast, you cleaned the kitchen up and washed the dishes left over from the night before. You wasted no time running upstairs asking Joseph to help you pick out outfits and bathing suits. He sat on the bed patiently, helping you narrow down your selections, stating how beautiful and sexy you’d look in each one. You smirked, coming over to the bed, fitting yourself between his legs and wrapping your hands around his neck, sharing a warm, passionate kiss with him, his hands just on the small of your back. 

If that was any indication of how romantic your trip would be, you both were in for it. It wasn’t exactly the definition of a small vacation, but it was a private location that seemed very appealing to both of you and the chances of him being recognized were slim to none. You had to sit on your suitcase to get it to zip, causing Joe to laugh. You all then ran to his place and you helped him pack his outfits and swimming trunks. Before you all knew it, the evening was coming upon you all quickly and you all decided to swing by one of your favorite local restaurants to grab dinner to take back to your place. 

This really seemed to be the pick-me-up Joe needed. Dinner was pleasant as always. He seemed to have a pep in his step this evening. You all cleaned up quickly before moving up to your bedroom this time. Before you all knew it, your alarm clock was going off. You all jumped up quickly getting dressed and grabbing the suitcases before rushing out the door, making sure you all made it to the airport in time. 

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The flight was exhausting, the majority of the time you were laid over on Joe, sleeping. He didn’t mind though. He kissed your head, you were oblivious to this. You all landed and went through customs, which took a little while. You all took a taxi to the hotel and you both were in awe when it came to view. It was more than you could have hoped for when you booked it online, strictly going by pictures and reviews. You all were shown to your room which had direct pool front access and was just steps away from the beach. 

It had a California king-size bed, a private bathroom with robes, and the whole nine yards, a lot fancier than you all had expected. The first day you all spent walking on the beach, coming to the bar and grabbing drinks throughout the day, Joe opting for his Martini, and you opted for something more fruity switching between Sex on the Beach and a Piña Colada. You all stayed out on the beach until the sun had set and nighttime fell. You all laughed as you were slightly intoxicated and hitting on each other all evening. You drew the curtains before beginning your romantic evening.

Over the next few days, you all partook in all the small resort had to offer from playing tennis, morning beach yoga, kayaking, snorkeling, going on a boat trip and picnic at Anse Mondon overlooking the beach and turquoise oceans, and lastly today choosing a massage and spa day. Tomorrow night was your all’s last night in Seychelles and Joseph insisted on picking the last activity of the trip. You allowed him this. You all were trying a different restaurant almost every night. 

You came out of the bathroom in your robe, Joseph was already sitting on the bed with his on. He stood up meeting you halfway before kissing you. You all held hands as you walked to the spa, the employees leading you to a room by yourselves. 

“I hope some big man doesn’t come to massage me.”, Joseph laughed, trying to make you smile.

“He won’t.”, you assured easily, a smile spreading across your lips, making your way over to Joe, sliding behind him.

He eyed you curiously. “How do you know?

“Because this is just for you and me only.”, you smirked, lowering your robe. 

Joseph’s eyes widened, this obviously catching him off guard. 

“Just lay down babe and let me take care of you. Relax.”, you soothed easily. 

Joseph slid his robe off easily and laid down, laying his head on his arms. 

“Shouldn’t I be doing this for you?”, he asked as he let out a sigh, your fingers beginning to pinch his shoulders up and release them, doing this several times.

“You’ll get your chance.”, you smirked cheekily. 

He hummed in agreement as you worked on his shoulders, pinching his shoulders up releasing them, and kneading them a few times until you felt that the tension was finally released from his shoulders. Joseph was finally becoming his old self again, letting loose and relaxing. He just needed a change of scenery and a break. Next, you moved to his neck, Joseph sinking into the massage table. You moved your way down his back, kneading his skin causing him to close his eyes and let out sighs as you worked your way around him. 

“You know what?”, he hummed all of a sudden.

“What?”, you smirked.

“I just want to say how grateful I am for you. You didn’t have to do all of this.”, he breathed, his face semi-smushed against the table.

“I know but I wanted to show you how much I love you Joe.”, you leaned down, placing a kiss on his neck.

“Mhm I love you too. When do I get my chance to show you?”, he smirked.

“Soon.”

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Before you all could turn around, it was your last night in Seychelles. You all spent the entire day on the beach before going back to your all’s room, taking a bath, and getting dressed for dinner. Joseph opted for a brown suit, minus the jacket as the island was pretty warm this time of year. He left the top few buttons of his shirt undone, a chain around his neck, causing you to bite your lip. He sprayed his cologne before sitting down on the bed, waiting for you.

You came out of the bathroom in a black backless jumpsuit with your heels and a clutch for your phone. His attention was immediately on you and you smiled at him before spraying your perfume. “Ready?”

“Yes, love.”, he smiled as he stood up, encouraging you to twirl in front of him so he could admire you in your outfit. 

You giggled as you both walked out of your all’s room. First was dinner at the Sakura restaurant, the only one at the resort you hadn’t tried yet. You had no idea what Joseph had planned for you all this evening. From the restaurant, you could see the ocean and the wind was not rough this evening. You all admired the view while finishing dinner, opting for dessert. You all shared one as there was no way you could eat one by yourself. You all reminisced on your trip.

Joseph eyed his watch, realizing it was time to go. He didn’t want to be late. 

“We better get going, love. Don’t want to miss our final surprise.”

“Okay, Joe. I’m ready.”

You both got up from the table, walking down the beach to the pier hand in hand. You were confused as you eyed Joseph. He was just smirking. A boat came into view, waiting for you all. 

“Joe?”

“Surprise! We’re going on a sunset cruise. A perfect way to end our trip, yes?”

Your mouth came open and you hugged him instantly. “Joe, you didn’t have to do this.”

“I know. I wanted to. You’ve done so much for me. You didn’t have to organize this trip at all, but you did. You’ve been so patient with me and understanding. I love you, darling.”

You felt tears coming into your eyes and you blinked them away before he led you on the boat. “I love you Joe but this is too much.”

“Nothing is too much for you, love.”

The boat began its journey around the island, the sky becoming a mix of gold and pink. You all sipped on the champagne provided to you all. The wind whipped through your all’s hair, you both smiling ear to ear, enjoying the sights of your last boat excursion. The boat slowed speed, practically coming to a complete stop as it bobbed in the water, the sunset near. Joseph held you close to him, you both watching the sky.

“So beautiful, isn’t it?”, you asked him, taking another sip of your champagne. 

“It is.”, he agreed, slightly pulling away from you.

You barely noticed him pull away and didn’t pay attention to what he was doing next. You saw him in your peripheral vision, but it took him clearing his throat to catch your attention. You looked down, he was down on one knee. His brown eyes were looking up at you, his full attention on you. Your eyes widened quickly. What was he doing? He wasn’t doing what you thought he was, was he? 

“Joe.”, you choked out, keeping your eyes on him.

He smiled as he pulled out a box from his pocket. You were lucky you remembered you had a drink in your hand, a wonder you didn’t drop it and break it in shock. 

“I know this may seem sudden, but you are an amazing woman. You have always been patient with me and my schedule. You’re understanding. You’re beautiful. You’re loving. You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of in a woman and I want to marry you. Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/LN, will you marry me and make me the happiest man in the entire world?”, he asked, opening the box with tears in his brown puppy dog eyes. 

Your free hand covered your mouth and the tears that welled up in your eyes earlier came back. Words. You needed to form words. “Yes, Joe! Of course!”

He smiled as he got off his knee, taking your left hand, and sliding your engagement ring on it. He pulled you into him and you both shared a deep kiss, sniffling as you broke the kiss, staring into each other’s tear-filled eyes. 

“Joe, I love you so much.”, you laughed before tears fell from your eyes.

He took his hand and wiped your tears away, smiling at you, his tears threatening to fall. “I love you more, Y/N. I can’t wait to marry you.”

You laughed again before you both embraced each other, taking one last look at the beautiful sunset in front of you all. At that moment, you all knew you would be able to get through anything and everything together

#joseph quinn x reader #joseph x reader #joseph quinn #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie x reader #eddie imagines #eddie stranger things #eddie munson hc #stranger things

[aph-america]

National Anthem - HWS Anthology Zine - SFW Version

In the summer of 1992, Ivan gets sent on a forced vacation to Alfred’s house.

Submission for the 10 year celebration Hetalia World Stars Anthology Zine @hws-anthology Was so happy to be apart of it!

! Warning, the adult version is on my Ao3 !

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“I’m so happy you’re here!”

An excited voice echoed through the mansion. Ivan was sitting down, legs crossed. A cigarette hanging from his lips, he took it in between his fingers as he inhaled and blew out the smoke. The nicotine sent some relaxation down his stressed body. He had spent the entire plane ride anxious. Hell, he’s spent the last year anxious.

And here he is, sitting upon an overly expensive chair, in the middle of a luxurious home he hasn’t visited in years.

Alfred approached Ivan, with a pep in his step. He had a bright smile, one that lit up the room. Freshly shaven face, perfectly white teeth, and baby blue eyes that were excited. He genuinely seemed thrilled to have Ivan in his house. He took off his suit jacket and put it behind a chair. Alfred walked to Ivan, leaning down to place a kiss on his cheek. He would've kissed his lips but Ivan’s mouth seemed busy with the cigarette.

Ivan didn’t move when he received the kiss. His large, hooded eyes glanced down before meeting Alfred’s baby blues. His tired eyes contrasted with Alfred’s youthful, energetic expression. How Ivan envied Alfred’s full of life energy. He forced a gentle smile, soft lips turning up in the corner.

“I am glad you feel that way… I was dumped on you after all…” Ivan’s voice turned bitter, lifting the cigarette to his lips. A quick inhale followed by more smoke. Alfred playfully fanned it away with his hand, chuckling at Ivan’s response.

“You weren’t dumped on me. I was so happy when Yeltsin called! I was already pretty excited to hear you were coming for the Washington Summit, and now you are staying for the summer…” Alfred's eyes widened with glee, his arms extending. Ivan noted his animated body language. He appeared genuine, and Ivan wouldn’t take that away from him.

‘The entire summer…’ Ivan repeated in his head. It’s been decades since he’s stayed outside his own country for more than a few weeks. The past fifty years his travels were restricted to a time frame. Always expected back in Moscow in at least two weeks, ready to work. And ready to offer any information to his boss.

It wasn’t until the 80’s he got to travel more freely. Less questions on where he’s going, the figurative leash Ivan wore got loose. But now, this was an entirely new situation. His boss had looked him in the eyes and told him he needed a vacation. A break from the chaos surrounding him, and said vacation would be in America, because he had ‘such a good relationship with Alfred’. Nevertheless, Ivan saw right through all of this. Ivan hadn’t been sent on a three month getaway out of the kindness of his boss’s heart. Every act had a motive, including this.

“I think it was a good call for him to let you have a break. Your boss’s are usually so strict and never let you relax. You deserve a few months to pretend you're just some guy named Ivan Braginsky!” Alfred winked, chuckling as he walked to Ivan's suitcase. He gripped the handle, pulling it close to him. “I’m gunna put this in my room, okay?” He said, wearing a smirk as he quickly walked off with his luggage. Alfred had energy Ivan envied.

‘His room…’ Ivan thought to himself. He sighed and took another drag from his cigarette, the smoke leaving his pink lips slowly. He had to think of a way to gently tell Alfred that he’d prefer his own room. He couldn’t recall the last time he shared a bed with someone for months . A few weeks, yes, but months? He’d need a few nights by himself here and there. This is the exact opposite of Alfred, the bubbly extrovert. He could spend every waking moment with Ivan and not feel the same emotional exhaust.

Ivan put out the cigarette in the ashtray and stood up. He felt a pain in his lower back, causing him to stretch and let out a small whine before he followed behind Alfred. He’d been here countless times before and knew where the master bedroom was. His eyes lingered to the rest of the house. Large, luxurious, and decorated beautifully. This home in particular had an antique look to it. Ivan enjoyed the dark wood, velvet furniture, and oil paints that were displayed in the living room. Walking up the staircase, he eyed the details on the railing, and the glass chandelier above their heads.

Although in Ivan’s eyes, it’s unnecessary big. Other than the little girlfriends Alfred would entertain, he lived alone.

Alfred caught Ivan’s eyes wondering. “Heh, beautiful, isn’t it?” He questioned.

“Of course.” Ivan replied.

“Funny since last time you said my house was a ‘gross display of capitalism’.”

“Both things can be true.” Ivan retorted, rolling his eyes. Alfred got a glance of his facial expression and snickered. He took glee in their constant back and forth, more so than Ivan.

Up the stairs and down the hallway, they arrived at Alfred's room. Ivan’s hooded eyes scanned while Alfred pulled his suitcase near the closet.

“I cleared some space in my closet for you!” Alfred’s hand extended towards the walk in closet. “If you need anything, let me know.”

If Ivan hadn’t been emotionally drained, he would have asked to simply put his belongings in one of the spare bedrooms. It would have given him the opportunity to have his own personal space away from Alfred. Nevertheless, the American was keen on keeping them as close to each other as possible. Ivan couldn’t decide if it’s out of clinginess, distrust, or a mix of both.

“Okay…” Ivan let out a defeated sigh, walking to the bed and collapsing. The velvet sheets pressed against his face felt promising of a good night's sleep. He caught himself imagining being in someone’s arms while he slept, but he ended up pushing that thought deep away.

Alfred chuckled at Ivan’s display, getting on the bed with him. Laying next to him, one hand went to his neck tie to loosen it. A raised brow with a smirk placed on his face. “Ha, you’re tired? Didn’t sleep on the plane at all?”

“No, not at all…” in a weak voice Ivan confessed. “I am going to take a nap…” Heavy eyes closed, his body giving in to the chance to rest. He couldn’t be bothered to change out of his clothes. The bed smelled like Alfred, which he found comforting. A fact he despited. His mind blocked any disturbance as he fell asleep.

What was supposed to be a nap turned into an over twelve hour slumber. Sun shining down on his face, his eyes opened to the sight of a bare chest. Surprised, he flinched while his eyes trailed up a tan chest to meet baby blues. He sat up, looking around, confused and disheveled. In his underwear only, and he couldn’t remember changing out of his clothes.

“Mornin’ baby.” Alfred sweetly talked, arms folded behind his head. “You slept for a loooong time.”

Ivan rubbed his eyes, looking around the room. He noticed his clothes on the floor. “I don’t remember getting undressed…”, confusion lingering in his voice.

“You woke up in the middle of the night and just started to take off all your clothes. You were mumbling that you didn’t feel comfortable… And then you went and snuggled against me, it was super cute, man!” Alfred bragged, grinning ear to ear. Ivan’s own cheeks went red as he turned to look away. “Oh, stop lying…” He accused Alfred. Giving Alfred satisfaction through cutesy or needy behavior isn’t his prerogative.

“Heh, I’m not lying… But anyway, speaking of clothes, I was planning on taking you shopping.” Alfred sat up, stretching his arms until he heard a crack. Ivan’s eyes went to his abs, noticing the toned muscle. Alfred caught his staring and patted his abs, “Wanna feel?”

This only caused Ivan’s face to burn harder, his eyes rolling as he shook his head. He didn’t understand why his eyes had lingered, it only brought embarrassment. Ivan couldn’t let Alfred swoon him, let him win whatever game Ivan had imagined in his mind.

“Why do I need new clothes? My clothes are fine.” Ivan stated, raising a brow.

“Eh, if you’re gunna be here all summer, you’ll stick out a lot…” Alfred attempted to approach the topic with grace, at first. He looked to the side, avoiding eye contact for a moment.

“Why would I stick out?!” The statement felt like an attack in Ivan’s head.

“How do I say this nicely… You dress like an old, sad, gay, Soviet bookkeeper.”

Ivan scoffed, officially offended.

“Also, you’re super tall. If you don’t want people to notice who you are, you gotta dress a little less… Soviet …”

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“I told you Alfred, I don’t like jeans, they are uncomfortable.” Ivan said, shaking his head as he held up the pair of Levi jeans picked out for him. Picky and dismissive, he couldn’t stand the idea of wearing a pair. It’s all so American.

“You don’t like Soviet jeans. Ours is better because we use way more cotton than yours.” Alfred explained, pulling at the jeans to prove their stretchiness. “Soviet jeans barely use enough cotton.”

Ivan’s face twisted into annoyance, as he began to defend the reason. “We have rations for cotton. We cannot use it just for fashion…”

“Yeah, we don’t have fucking cotton rations, sugar.” Alfred spat back, leaning into his ear. Ivan could hear Alfred’s smirk; it made him want to vomit. “We don’t live like it’s still World War II.” The air of condensation of Alfred’s voice irritated Ivan. Alfred could care less if he offended Ivan; the Russian had nothing to say back. Nothing that mattered at least.

“... I wonder how you get such a cheap abundant supply of cotton-” Ivan attempted at a comeback, but Alfred quickly cut him off.

“Save it for your manifesto.” Alfred sighed, walking back to the chair in the dressing room. Sitting down, he leaned back and took in a deep breath to relax. He’s not in the mood to argue with Ivan over ideals that he found silly.

“Now, just try them on. Just once, for me?” Alfred’s voice went from exhausted to sweet. A soft smile on his face, he used it to butter up Ivan. There had to be sugar thrown into his offensive and condescending commentary.

Ivan wanted to say no, but emotional exhaustion got the best of him. Putting the jeans down on a chair, he undid the dress pants he had on. Once they were pushed down, he could feel Alfred’s gaze on him. He didn’t dare to look, as acknowledging it would cause Alfred to be cocky and let a slick comment slip from his lips. He could already hear “But you’re so hot, how can I not stare?” In Alfred’s boastful tone.

Grabbing the Levi’s, Ivan put his legs through them. He had to jump to get them past his hips, and a snicker hit his ears. Ivan rolled his eyes, buttoning it together. Standing straight, he looked at himself in the full length mirror. He looked…

“Yeah, those look so good!” Alfred praised, his smile wide as he watched Ivan. It was an award to see Ivan in jeans; a piece of clothing Ivan swore he’d never own. To Ivan, jeans were a symbol of America and its capitalism. Consumerism, all the aspects of the West he hated. And while his country had embraced the free market and all its commodities, Ivan still attempted to keep his original communist values. That fashion was bourgeois and decadent, an obsession of the West. Clothing shouldn’t be used as a status symbol, but those values were hanging by a thread. He adored how the soft denim fit his body, but couldn’t bear to admit it to Alfred.

“... They look fine…” Ivan said quietly, turning his hips to check himself out in the mirror. The black turtleneck was fitted, as his entire outfit let the viewer see his figure. He had a tendency of wearing baggy sweaters, long coats, and ill-fitted dress pants due to the size of his hips.

“Fine? Baby, they look great. Better than what the fuck you usually are wearing…”

“Don’t call me baby!” Ivan snapped back, his hands balled into fist out of frustration. “And try not to insult me constantly.”

“First of all, you love that I call you baby.”

“No, I do not-“

“Second of all, I love you but… I don’t even think it’s you being a Commie with how you dress, I think it’s just a you thing.”

Ivan took a deep sign before turning around to face the mirror. “I know you hate how I dress, you don’t need to throw it in my face how ugly you think my clothes are…” he complained, a hint of hurt in his voice.

Alfred sighed and attempted to repair the situation. He had a habit of having zero filter, which conflicted with Ivan’s more modest talk. Standing up, he calmly walked over and placed his hands on Ivan’s hips. Standing behind him, Ivan’s expression would have been out of view if it wasn’t for the mirror.

“I just think that you hate your body, so you try to hide it through clothes. That’s all.”

Ivan couldn’t help but to pout, as he had no response. Constant talk of how much he hated his figure, there’s no point in denying it. But he despised giving Alfred any props for being correct.

“… I like the turtleneck.”

“Get it, and get another color too.”

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“I’m glad you took my suggestions, you really look great!” Alfred boosted, grinning as he watched Ivan. After their shopping trip, they explored and went out to eat. Alfred insisted they go out for dinner as well, but Ivan pleaded that they stay in, as he felt jet lagged still. He had changed his outfit to one Alfred had bought him. The American sported a smirk the entire time.

Ivan smiled softly, turning his head to look at Alfred. “Thank you.” He took the compliment, agreeing that he did look dashing. Nevertheless, he’s cautious to admit it.

“Wanna cuddle and watch T.V.? I can throw a frozen pizza in the oven for dinner later.” Alfred asked, expanding his arms. Ivan chuckled and nodded, “Sure, why not.” He agreed, following behind Alfred. His eyes wandered as they went up the stairs. “Thank you for taking me out and showing me D.C… It was nice…” Ivan stated, truthful. Alfred had a habit of spoiling, and it’s challenging for a man like Ivan to get used too. But he saw the love behind it, and is aware that it’s Alfred’s love language.

Alfred’s head turned, matching the smile Ivan had. “Of course… Anything for you.” He spoke truthfully, pleased to receive any compliments from Ivan. Once they were in the room, Alfred remembered how thrilled he is for the next few months.

“I’m so excited for you to figure out where you wanna go after the Summit.” Alfred said, sitting on his bed. In a week, Ivan’s boss would come to meet with him regarding aid and future plans. Alfred promised to take Ivan anywhere in the country for a week or two afterwards. Going back and forth between different locations and D.C. were Alfred’s plans for the both of them.

Ivan shrugged, glancing around the room. His eyes went to all the gadgets and possessions Alfred had. In fear of being viewed as materialistic, he held back interest in such items. “Like I said, I really don’t mind where we go… You can just… take me where you think we’d have fun…”

“But that’s so many places, Ivan!” Alfred exclaimed, laughing boastfully. “America has so many great places, babe. Don’t worry, we’ll figure out where to go.” He reassured.

Ivan snorted, leaning against the wall. He crossed his arms, his eyes lingering to a watch Alfred had on a dresser. “I just… take everyone to either Moscow or Saint Petersburg…” His previous bosses were strict on where he could have peers visit.

“Yeah, but Russia has a lot of other cool places, right?” Alfred complemented. His eyes watched Ivan’s, noticing him staring at the watch. “Wanna try that watch on? It’s a Rolex.” He offered.

Ivan twitched and shook his head, embarrassed that his staring had been noticed. “No, no, it is fine.”

“Are you sure? You can have it if you want. I have like, a lot.” Alfred laughed, shrugging. He’d hand over any material possession to Ivan if he so much as showed interest.

“I own a watch. It is somewhere in my bag… It tells time. It works.” Ivan stated, sighing as he crossed his arms. It isn’t a fancy watch, but he cherished it since a human he’s fond of gifted it to him years ago. “Not a fan of luxury watches…” Ivan whispered to himself. Nevertheless, Alfred of course still heard him.

“Why not? I think they look cool.” Alfred stated, tilting his head. He adored watches, and had amassed a collection too many to count.

“Watches are for telling time. Not as status symbols.” Ivan bluntly stated. He couldn’t hold back his opinion, even if Alfred would have a snarky comment to say.

“Oh my god…” Alfred groaned, rolling his eyes. He got up from the edge of the bed and went to the side. Sitting back down, he hunted for a cigarette and lighter in his pocket. “Are we still doing this?” he asked. Finding the cigarette and lighter, he lit it and took a drag. He leaned back against the bed, eyebrow raised.

“Doing what?” Ivan asked, shaking his head.

“This act.” Alfred used his free hand to make a circle motion in the air.

“What act?” Ivan questioned, his voice defensive.

“This commie act.” Alfred stated, his expression not amused.

“Excuse me?!” Ivan scoffed. He isn’t going to let Alfred get away with such a response. This isn’t the first time Alfred had made a similar comment, questioning his morals and integrity.

“Yeah, you heard me. This ‘I’m too good to wear jeans’ act.” Alfred used his fingers to make quotations. “Your boss isn’t going to throw you in jail for liking pretty things anymore… We can drop it now.” Another drag, Alfred thought Ivan had begun to deprogram himself from Communism. He’s discovering that those beliefs were still ingrained somewhere.

Ivan blinked, appalled but not surprised. “I am sorry, do you think my morals and beliefs are an ‘act’?” He questioned, raising a brow with a disgusted expression on his face.

“A little bit, sometimes.” Alfred confessed with a lack of shame. “Communism is dead, the Soviet Union died with it, why are you still talking like a mouth piece for the CPSU?” He looked around, faking a confused expression. “When is it going to end!” He dramatically cried out, rolling his eyes.

Ivan stood in silence for a moment. He had to deal with Alfred’s little jabs all day, and they were getting to him. Only for so long could Ivan be insulted on his status as a nation and values from Alfred. His heart racing from anger, he attempted to control himself. For now.

“When is the act of you being an arrogant asshole going to end?” Ivan spat out, tilting his head. His voice is tense, but quiet. He rarely yelled and kept it that way. He handled a desire to yell by going quieter in his tone. “When is that going to end?” He clenched his teeth, his fingers digging into his forearm.

Alfred took no offense to being called an asshole. “Yeah, I’m an asshole for living in reality.” Another drag from his cigarette, he sat up. Ready to argue, they both had this problem. The pair could go from lovey-dovey, to attacking each other at a split second. A cycle that plagued their relationship for the past few decades.

“Communism doesn’t work. Let it go.” The harshness in Alfred’s voice triggered Ivan. The American kept up an act of being happy and go-lucky, but Ivan knew the real Alfred. He could just as easily be cut throat, rude, and arrogant.

Ivan closed his eyes. He snorted, shaking his head at Alfred’s carelessness with his feelings. “You… Are…” Ivan fought to find the words to describe his emotions. His pause is taken advantage of by Alfred.

“Right? Yes, yes I am. I’m glad you finally are admitting it.” Alfred said in a calm voice, taking another drag. Ivan wanted to punch the smugness off his face, but he barely had the energy to argue. He’s tired. Emotionally and physically, in every way. The usual back and forth they’d do, he’s lost on the words for a comeback.

“Alfred…” Ivan began to speak, opening his eyes. Suddenly, without a warning, his throat dried up. A lump formed and he fought by tears. Swallowing it, he took a deep breath and held it together. For the moment at least.

“I get it. You think Communism is stupid…” Ivan took another breath, looking to the side. He’s tired, truly is.

“You think my ideals and beliefs are stupid. I get it. You won.” He emphasized. His teeth clenched, holding back the urge to scream. “The Soviet Union ended. The Berlin Wall fell. Everyone wants to join NATO…” He listed off, walking slowly towards the bed. “My economy is in shambles, my government is in ruins, there’s no food on the shelves… Thugs are running the streets…” Ivan let out a sad laugh, shrugging and shaking his head in defeat. “I couldn’t compete with the free market… I get it. I get it… I get it all, so please, it would be nice…” He inhaled, feeling out of breath as he wanted to shout on the top of his lungs. Repeating all the terrible things that had gone on in his homeland since the introduction of capitalism broke his heart.

“It would be nice…” His voice cracked, as he couldn’t hold back anymore. “If you didn’t throw it in my face constantly! I get it Alfred! I get it!” He yelled, shaking his hands above his head. It wasn’t overly loud, but it’s loud enough to be unusual for him. Fighting back tears, he took additional deep breaths. It’s a battle to deal with Alfred’s mix of love bombing and constant degrading comments. How is he supposed to cope with one minute Alfred expressing his love, and another relaying back all his failures to his face?

Alfred sighed, eyes expression appearing tired. It hid the shock of hearing Ivan yell. Perhaps he’d gone too far, he was simply annoyed in the moment. His lack of filter bit him in the ass. Aware that he needed to change his approach, he knew just how.

“Listen, I- I’m sorry. I love you. Come sit next to me, baby. Please?” Alfred’s tone changed to gentle and sincere, a contrast to earlier.

“Don’t call me baby! And no, I’m leaving!” Ivan yelled, anger and pain in his voice as he turned on his heels and headed towards the door. His heart raced, the pounding in his chest made it hard to breathe.

“Nobody loves you like I do, so why are you trying to leave?” Alfred kept his voice calm, knowing that yelling would trigger Ivan more. He needed his lover to cool down and feel less attacked. When Ivan feels defenseless, he’s the type to flee.

The statement had Ivan pause, his chest tingling for the first time in a while. He gave into the urge of defending himself against Alfred’s manipulative words. “That’s not true. You don’t love me.” His tone hurt as he shook his head. Ivan had enough awareness to know that statement isn’t true, but debuffing Alfred’s claims of love were his only defense at the moment.

“That’s a fucking lie dollface and you know it.” Alfred retorted, taking a drag from his cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray next to him. His expression unamused, he changed it to a more sympathetic look.

“Name someone who would have happily taken you in for months? Who? I was so fucking happy when your boss called. All I could think was how I’d get to wake up next to you everyday, all summer. Who else loves you like that? Who else wants to be around you like that?” Alfred raised a brow as his manipulative speech was presented as a declaration of love. “Other than your weird ass sister… Who loves you, like I do?”

Ivan had nothing to say, his mouth opened but no words left. No names came to mind. Not even Yao, they were on rocky terms at the moment. Ivan lacked an argument, and he despised it. No comeback to Alfred’s mind games.

Ivan backed up, his eyes wide. He shook his head, as if he’s shaking out Alfred’s words from his mind. “No, no… I’m not falling for this again…” Ivan whispered, talking to himself more so than Alfred.

“You aren’t falling for anything, because it’s the truth.” Alfred replied, shaking his head back. “Listen, I’m sorry. You’re stressed out and tense, and I’ve made it worse. Let me make it up to you, you need it.” Alfred offered a soft smile, tilting his head as he pointed to the other side of his bed.

Ivan’s breath hitched as he backed up again. Shaking his head more, he fought back the temptation of being in his arms. The idea of having a warm embrace around him, the allure of being loved. But to him, it’s a fantasy that he needed to escape.

“You don’t know what I need.” Ivan replied, returning to walking towards the door. Alfred is getting inside his head, and he’s desperate to leave.

“I do, because I know you, baby. I know that even though you tower over most people, and have to be strong and cold in nearly every aspect of your life- you wanna feel loved.”

That statement made Ivan freeze in his tracks. His eyes lingered at the doorknob, but he couldn’t find the strength to grip it and walk out. Alfred didn’t have to look at him to know.

“No one’s gentle with you, but I’m gentle with you. I love you. I’m sorry for being such an asshole earlier. You’re right… I… I don’t want to fight, baby, please. Just sit next to me.” Alfred pleaded. Ivan stayed in his spot, his mind and body at war on what to do. Alfred is being kind, but Ivan had a gut feeling that this was all an act. That Alfred desired to pacify him rather than genuinely make up for such arrogant behavior.

“I love you. You’re breaking my heart, don’t leave.” Alfred pouted, leaning back against the headboard. He didn’t want to have to get out of bed and chase after him. He’d do it, but he rather have his moody love come back to him.

A guilty sensation grew in Ivan’s chest. “You are the one breaking my heart by being so cruel…” Ivan replied, standing up for himself.

“And I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you.” Alfred pleaded, lifting up the blanket to reveal the empty spot next to him. “I promise I will if you let me.”

Ivan stared at the bed. He had several choices. He could leave, and teach Alfred a lesson. It would be in vain since he knew Alfred wouldn’t change as a person any time soon. Or he could give in. Sit next to him and forget this argument happened. His pride desired revenge, and hated the concept of rewarding Alfred. Who would he be if he ran into his arms? Is it weak?

‘I love you.’

‘No one loves you like I do.’

‘You’re breaking my heart.’

Alfred’s words echoed in Ivan’s mind. Such rare phases, they stuck out when said to him. And the only person who did was Alfred.

‘I’m gentle with you.’

Ivan felt so tired. His body ached, and his heart hurt. He looked at Alfred’s face, and the idea of turning his back on such a smile began to torment him.

“Please?” Alfred begged, looking like a puppy who’s just been kicked.

Ivan rolled his eyes, sighing but still walking over. He couldn’t stand this. But yet he sat next to Alfred on his bed. The mattress creaked when he sat down.

“Fine. You want to make it up to me? How so?” Ivan asked, placing his hands on his waist. His expression annoyed but had softened.

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Bad for Buisiness – Sabrina Carpenter

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

Used to get to work on time But now you're taking up my nights Never been so glad to be so tired

“Can you put your phone away for five minutes? You’ve been checking it every 2 seconds. It’s getting annoying, I want to be with my best friend that I haven’t seen for the last three months and I don’t want a boy to come between us. Is that too much to ask?”

Lyanna and Emilie were sitting in a nice restaurant in the center of London. A week had passed since her goodbyes with Charles and from the moment she stepped on the British soil to meeting up with her friend, Lyanna had been glued to her phone.

“Charles is supposed to board his flight soon for Singapore, I’m just wishing him a safe flight and then I’m all yours.”

“I sure hope so. How is it going? With the distance and all?”

“It’s fine, for now. He's got Singapore and Japan coming up, so we'll have to see how we deal with the time difference.”

“And how do you feel?”

“I don’t know… I thought that now that we were together it would be easier to get my feelings in order, that everything would be simple. But it’s hard for both of us to find our pace. We’ve already had fights and misunderstandings… Is that normal?”

“Well… it’s not always easy to transition between friendship and relationship. As you said, you have to find your pace. Give it time, okay. And don’t pressure yourself.”

“I think that I had so many expectations for this relationship that the fact that it’s so different from what I envisioned, it threw me off a bit.”

“And it’s probably the same for him. Did you guys talk about that?”

“Every time we talk about important things it ends up in a fight so I’m just trying to avoid it. And I don’t want to always be the one who brings out tough subject on the table.”

“Understandable, but he’s a guy. Avoiding conflicts it’s in their blood.”

“Why is it always us, girls, that need to be upfront? That’s tiring.”

“Cheers to that, my friend.” Added Emilie while sipping on her Prosecco.

It was late at night when Lyanna walked through the door of her London apartment. She had spent the afternoon shopping with Emilie, who had insisted that the actress renew her wardrobe.

“Now that you are a Ferrari driver’s girlfriend it’s time for you to buy some red clothes.” She had said.

And that's how Lyanna ended up with several bright red dresses, trousers, blouses, and shoes of all kinds. She dropped her bags in the entrance hall, got rid of her shoes, which were hurting her feet badly, and headed for the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water. Then she sat down at the central island counter and unlocked her phone. Still no message from Charles. He must not have landed yet. It was late and she knew that she would not have anything before at least tomorrow morning. She washed her glass before putting it away, collected her bags and before putting their contents in the washing machine, she proceeded to lay out the clothes on her bed. She took a photo of them before writing a quick message for Charles to read when he arrived.

I might have exaggerated with the red. What do you think?

Then, she put her phone to charge and slipped into a Ferrari shirt that she had borrowed to Charles before going into bed.  Lately, sleep had been eluding her. She always found her bed too big, too cold. Of course, the weather in London had suddenly turned colder, but she still felt that her bed was too big and too cold. She missed Charles. Much more than she had imagined. Even though, true to their promises, they had called each other regularly and sent each other messages whenever they could, Lyanna still felt a great emptiness in her life. To try and forget him, she concentrated on her work, studying scripts, filming a few self-tapes for auditions, and having several meetings with her agent, which kept her very busy, but as soon as she had a spare minute her mind turned back to Charles.

She was jolted awake in the middle of the night by a bad dream. She always had the same nightmares at this time of year, reliving what had happened a few years ago. She saw James again, his snide remarks, his revenge, all the media harassment she had suffered and the depression that had followed. Her psychologist had diagnosed her with post-traumatic stress disorder. Her memory tried to repress certain events to protect her but sometimes, when she least expected it, they would come back, in the form of dreams and always at the same time. To this day, she still didn't know whether they were really memories or nightmares. Either way, it wasn't pleasant.

She grabbed her phone to check the time and saw a notification from Charles. It was a picture of Ferrari merch.

To complete the collection 😉 I’ve just landed. Some turbulence during the flight but I'm at the hotel. I miss you. ❤️

She had received is text 30 minutes ago. Maybe she could try to facetime him?She pressed the call button and waited. It wasn't long before Charles's face appeared on her screen.

“Lya? Are you okay?”

“Hey… not really. Just a bad dream that’s all.” She reassured him.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

She nodded before explaining to him what they were about.

“I don’t want you to worry for me. I’m okay. I’m used to them, it’s just that it’s never nice to have to relive things that I want to forget.”

“So you are calling me to distract you?”

“I just needed to hear your voice. But I can leave you if you want to sleep a little bit. It’s going to be a tough week.”

“I prefer to stay with you. I can sleep later. I just want to make sure you are okay.”

She smiled softly.

“Don’t you think it’s weird that it has only been a week and I already miss you so much?”

Charles laid down on his bed and tucked two pillows under his head for comfort.

“No I don’t think it’s weird. If it is, then we are both weird because I miss you too. So much. Tell me about you day. I want to know everything.”

They spend an hour talking about everything and nothing. Laughing together and sharing a complicity that Lyanna had missed. Seeing her yawn, Charles decided it was time for them to say goodbye. Lyanna protested a little, arguing that she would rather talk to him than sleep. She was afraid she would fall back asleep and the nightmares would start again. Seeing that the young woman would not hang up herself, Charles decided to end the call.

“Lya, love, you need to sleep. You are going to fall asleep on the call…”

“I don’t care. I want to stay with you.”

“I’ll text you later, okay? Take care of you.”

“Charles, wait…” she mumbled.

“Yeah?”

“Are you happy with me?”

The question took Charles by surprise.

“Where does this come from?”

“It’s just that, sometimes, when we are talking about important things, we always end up arguing and that got me thinking… Do you regret?”

“I think it’s a discussion we should have when you are completely awake, love.”

“You are not answering.”

He sighed.

“I’m happy Lyanna. It’s not because that we argue that it means I’m unhappy with you. You said it yourself, it’s healthy for couple to fight. We just try to learn how to be a couple. There will be a lot of missteps and we will both do wrong at some point but I know that I’m serious about you and I know that you are serious about me too. It’s enough for me.”

“Okay…” she whispered and Charles could see her eyes fighting to stay open. “Because I’m really, really happy with you too.”

“Everything is fine then. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Five weeks before I’m seeing you again.” She added.

“It will go fast, I promise you. Sleep now.”

For the next few days, despite Charles promise to call and text her as much as possible, their exchanges became rare. The time difference and their busy schedules left them little time for each other. But the weekend had finally arrived and it was time for the race. Lyanna hadn't been able to watch the qualifying, busy as she was having lunch with her agent. She'd been busy sorting out a few details for her trip to the United States in a few weeks' time. So the first thing she did when she got home was look at the results before calling Charles. He had qualified in P2, right between the two redbulls, but despite that, he had little hope for the following day. Lyanna could see that the season was mentally draining him and she didn't really know what to do to help.

The next day, she was surprised to receive a quick call from Charles just before leaving the hotel room.

“Hey!” she greeted him. “I was not expecting your call.”

“You brought me luck last time, so I thought why not give that a chance?”

“But this time, I’m not here.”

“Not physically but look at what I’m wearing” he said to her showing his left wrist, from which dangled the bracelet offered by Lyanna.

“You brought it!” she exclaimed.

“I always have it with me. Not necessarily on me but it’s always near.”

They chatted a little before Charles had to leave.

“I’ll call you when I’ll be back at the hotel.”

“Fine by me. Good luck champ. Be fast and come back to me in one piece, okay?”

“I’ll try my best. See you.”

As usual, Charles did his best, but only managed fourth place behind Fernando Alonso. The nightmare continued, and Lyanna knew the moment her phone rang that she was going to have to do her best to find the words that would restore Charles' confidence. She spent most of the call in silence, just listening to Charles describe his race in painstaking detail, analyzing every move, every strategy, every things he could and should have done better.

“Well, no matter what happened, I’m very proud of you, Charles. I know it’s not the result you expect but to me, P4 with the car that you have, it’s a great position.”

“I’m not racing to be P4 or even P3 or P2 Lyanna, I race to win.”

“And sometimes I think you are too harsh with yourself…”

“It’s my way to progress. If I settle for the bare minimum, I won't make any.”

Japan ended in a DNF due to engine trouble for Charles, and the ensuing call was heartbreaking for Lyanna. She knew that Suzuka was a complicated, dangerous circuit with many bad memories for Charles. Rarely had she seen Charles in such bad shape.

“Sometimes, I’m wondering why I’m still racing. What’s the point?”

“It’s your passion, Charles.” Lyanna tried to comfort him.

“A passion is not supposed to hurt like that.”

“I know that we both have different jobs and that I can’t totally get what you are going through, but, whenever things don’t go my way and it happened more than often, I tried to remind myself that there is light at the end of the tunnel. Things will get better. They have to. You didn’t sacrifice so much for nothing Charles. I believe in you, things will end up to go your way I’m sure of that.”

He shrugged.

“I have to confess something to you.”

Lyanna felt like a rock dropped in her stomach when she heard Charles’s serious tone.

“What’s wrong?”

“I might have bought plane tickets for London and cleared my schedule. It was a spur of the moment. I should have had a few meetings with sponsors but… I just need to see you. I want to forget wat a shitshow my life is. I know that I should have talked to you about it before. Maybe you have things to do and it’s fine, I can stay on my own. But I just need to be near you. I can’t wait for my birthday and Vegas. I need to see you sooner than that.”

“My God Charles, I thought it was worse than that! Don’t be dramatic please, you almost gave me a heart attack. Of course you can come, I have an event with a charity I work with this week but you could come with me? If that’s fine?”

“Public event?”

“Not really, it’s pretty lowkey. I’ll explain it to you.”

Charles nodded.

“Lya?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

It was two simple words. But they were holding a lot of meaning in them.

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author's note: Last update of the week! Next chapter will be Charles and Lyanna's reunion and I can't wait. It's gonna be sweet! I'll try to post again next week but I'm going back to work and therefore, I'll have less time to write. Your support meant a lot this week so thank you. As usual let me know your thoughts in the comment / ask box / DM, wherever you want. It's always a pleasure to chat with you guys! Take care.

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[animeomegas]

[DAY 26 of the Summer Writing Event w/ @omeganronpa​]

Word count: 2.2k

Prompt: Sasuke goes over to Reader's home after staying up all night. Even though they do their best to stay awake, they end up falling asleep while cuddling Reader. Sasuke is quite embarrassed (and half-asleep) when they wake up, but Reader doesn't mind.

Warnings: Vague mention of an ambush I guess? Non-sexual nudity.

You hummed to yourself as you steadily made your way through folding a basket of laundry on your couch. It was one of those days where time was moving sluggishly as you pottered around the house doing chores you’d been putting off for weeks, the summer haze bleeding into you as you worked.

Water the plants, clean the kitchen, tidy the bathroom, take out the bins, call someone about the tap in the utility room that keeps exploding when you turn it on-

Suddenly, a shadow moved in front of your living room window.

You paused and narrowed your eyes at the window. You lived far enough off of the road that someone would have to be purposefully walking to your door for such a shadow to be cast inside your house. You wracked your brain thinking about anyone who was supposed to be here today. The plumber is coming on Wednesday, your friend is coming for lunch on Thursday, the post had already been delivered… You gave up theorising and just decided to look.

Your face lit up into a grin as you saw who was making their way to your home.

You couldn’t help running to the door, knocking over a couple of cushions in the process, and wrenching it open before he could knock, accidentally startling him in the process.

“Sasuke! You’re back!” you called out, still grinning. He’d been gone for three weeks, and your instincts had been shamefully pining for him for just as long.

Sasuke was standing rigidly in front of you, still dressed in his mission clothes, looking bloodied and exhausted in a way that tugged at your heart strings. He also looked vaguely surprised to see you, even though he was the one who had walked up to your front door. He stared at you for a moment like he was unsure that you were really there before he blinked rapidly and opened his mouth to speak, despite no words coming out.

Your aggressive enthusiasm dimmed slightly to see him looking so exhausted and confused. Did he walk here instinctively? Did his feet carry him here from his mission debriefing automatically? Did he seek out your comfort without realising because he was tired and injured?

Privately, you hoped that was the case.

When it became obvious that Sasuke wasn’t able to find any words, you spoke instead.

“Why don’t you come in, Sasuke,” you said, stepping back and holding the door open. “I’m glad you’re home safe.”

Sasuke didn’t acknowledge your words but did stumble into your house and make his way to the living room where he stood by the doorway looking uncomfortable.

You softly walked over to him and put a hand on his arm.  

“How was your mission?”

“Complicated,” Sasuke said, swallowing hard. His voice was rough from disuse or dehydration, you weren’t sure, but you didn’t like hearing him like that. “We were ambushed multiple times; there must have been an information leak somewhere, so we had to complete the mission without stopping for a break. Stopping for sleep was too dangerous.”

You hummed in understanding, rubbing his shoulders a little.

“I’m tired,” Sasuke suddenly said in a stilted voice, like he was unsure if he was allowed to be saying what he was saying.

“I’m not surprised,” you smiled at him, speaking softly so as to not spook him. Your relationship was something that moved slowly, and the last thing you wanted was to scare Sasuke away at such a crucial moment. “When was the last time you slept?”

“Three days ago.”

“Then why don’t you go and take a nap? You’re welcome to use my bed.”

“I need to set my body clock back to normal,” he shook his head.

“Okay, darling, but sit down and I’ll get you something to warm drink,” you gently pushed him down onto the sofa, something which he surprisingly allowed with no comment or growling, and then left him to go and make some tea.

When you returned, Sasuke was sitting in the same position you’d left him, staring blankly at the wall.

“Here,” you passed him the mug which he automatically took and raised to his mouth despite it being way too hot. He flinched a little at the heat and you hid your smile. You’d never seen him so tired before and it really was adorable. He trusted you so much more than he did when you first started courting him and seeing proof of that in the way he instinctively took whatever you gave him made you feel warm.

You tentatively ran a hand over his head, prompting him to look up at you, blinking slowly.

Man, he was really out of it.

You only sent him what you hoped was a comforting smile as he buried his head back into his mug.

You finished folding your laundry while Sasuke drank his tea. Your relationship had lots of comfortable silences, and you treasured each one, even if Sasuke’s silence meant you had no excuse not to finish your chore.

Periodically, Sasuke’s head would fall forward before jolting back upright in a way that was part endearing and part frustrating. He also kept lifting the mug to his lip automatically, long after he’d finished the tea. Your poor baby was so tired.

You finished up your laundry and immediately walked over to cup his face in your hands, being unable to resist the urges to comfort the sleepy omega in front of you. He automatically let the weight of his head drop into your hands, a purr rumbling through his chest.

You blinked in surprise, and Sasuke let you hold up his head for about three seconds before he clearly realised what he was doing and jumped backwards, wrenching his face away and cutting off his purrs immediately.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” you soothed him. “It’s alright, Sasuke.”

Sasuke looked a little panicked that he had lost control of himself so easily.

“I know you don’t want a nap, but you should wash up and get changed still. Why don’t I run you a bath?” you offered. Sasuke seemed to jump on the topic change from his accidental purring and agreed, so you took him upstairs, choosing to use your ensuite rather than the main bathroom, something which neither you nor Sasuke mentioned.

…

You had, by some exhaustion fuelled miracle, been allowed to join Sasuke in the bath for the first time in your relationship.

Sasuke had even let you wash his hair for him, something which brought a hot blush to his face that seemed too stubborn to leave. Even now, from your position behind him, you could see that the tips of his ears were pink.

Maybe you should keep him up for three days straight more often if this was the outcome?

You were gently washing Sasuke’s back now, as he leant forward in front of you, his arms wrapped around himself. You were taking extra care to avoid the injuries from his mission, tracing the outsides of the scratches with the softest part of the flannel.

The only sounds in the bathroom were the sounds of soft breathing and water droplets falling off the flannel and into the water below. You were quite content taking care of your future mate like this, but Sasuke remained tense and silent as you cleaned him up. You weren’t even slightly surprised because new steps in a relationship always made him nervous and unsure. You dealt with it the way you always did: gently, but firmly taking control and never calling him out on his hesitance or strange reactions.

You placed the flannel over the edge of the bath as you finished cleaning his back and instead started to gently rubbed at the back of Sasuke’s neck, brushing aside his hair gently to get access to the skin there. Sasuke let out a shaky breath that made the water ripple around him.

“I’m glad you’re home, Sasuke,” you spoke quietly, but the echo from the porcelain bathroom carried your voice. “I missed you.”

Sasuke hummed in acknowledgement but didn’t say anything.

You stopped rubbing his neck, pointedly ignoring the way Sasuke let out a little cough to cover the start of a whine, and instead wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him back to lean against your chest. He was clean now, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy the bath for a little while longer.

Sasuke gave a token grumble of resistance, but still easily allowed you to move him, settling his head on your collar bone with no prompting.

The water was still warm, and the room was so peaceful.

You sighed pleasantly, pressing a kiss to Sasuke’s head and holding his closely against you, easily getting lost in daydreams about the day when you’d finally be able to properly mate with him and make him your omega officially.

You idly traced shapes on Sasuke’s chest as you got lost in those amazing thoughts, imagining how beautiful he’d look wearing your mark on his neck, how stunning he’d look in heat, how cute he’d be when sick. You imagined finally moving in together, buying your own house, making it a home together…

You were brought out of your thoughts by the feeling of warm water droplets running down your chest that had nothing to do with the bath water.

There was a slight tremble in Sasuke’s shoulders and a periodic hitching in his breathing.

He was crying.

You didn’t say anything about it, in fact, you didn’t react at all, just kept tracing patterns on his skin so you didn’t upset him anymore. Your heart ached for him, but you knew calling him out on it would only make the situation worse and forcing him to talk would be the worst decision you could make. You figured everything was just a little bit too much for him, too many emotions on not enough sleep, so you tightened his grip and let him process his emotions on his own pace.

As the tears eventually slowed down, the weight of his head on your chest got heavier and heavier. Tomorrow, he would definitely give you shit for not waking him up after he said he wanted to reset his sleep schedule, but as you looked at him in your arms, naked, asleep, so relaxed and vulnerable, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

So, you let him doze away in the water, safe in your arms, until the water grew cold and uncomfortable.

Then, in what was one of the most impressive feats of your life, you somehow managed to get the both of you out of the bath without any casualties, even with Sasuke’s dead weight in your arms.

As you walked out of the bathroom and into your bedroom, Sasuke stirred slightly. He cracked open one eye, but the second he registered that you were there, his body dropped back into a dead weight, eyes sliding closed once more.

To think that this omega that you loved so dearly felt safe enough with you that he naturally fell asleep as soon as he knew you were there with him filled you with a burning glee. This relationship had been a long process filled with the people close to you and not so close to you questioning your dedication to the village traitor. They claimed that a relationship where the omega only growled and dished out cold shoulders wasn’t healthy, but they didn’t understand him the way you did.

They didn’t see how beautiful it was when he finally started to trust you, when he finally started to love you in his own way. And that journey of trust wasn’t over yet, but while all those people would continue to deny him as a person who deserved your love and loyalty, you would continue to see him as a person who deserved those two things more than anyone else.

You gently dried and dressed you both, hoping to yourself that dressing him in your clothes wasn’t overstepping any boundaries. Sasuke half awoke and then fell asleep again a few more times during the process, but eventually you managed to get you both tucked in bed, grabbing a book to read while Sasuke slept next to you.

You had made the mistake of tucking him in and then leaving him to rest alone before, and you didn’t want a repeat of grumpy Sasuke who wouldn’t even admit that he was grumpy, let alone why.

If he felt safe enough to fall asleep in your bed, with you with him, then he deserved to wake up in the same bed with you still beside him.

And also, how could you possibly leave when he was nuzzling your pillow in his sleep? It was unbelievably cute.

But just as you were marvelling over his cuteness, he made a little grumbling sound as he shifted, half asleep, to your lap instead, where he released a huge breath, wound his arms around your waist and then settled back to sleep, his head now pillowed in your lap. Okay, scratch what you said before, that was the cutest fucking thing you’d even seen in your life.

“Goodnight, Sasuke, my dearest,” you cooed, running a hand over his head. “Sleep well.”

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[moronic-validity]

The Dome

The meeting with Flame Princess!!!!

This one goes with The Throne and is the following day.

18+, just bc the whole series is. Warning for angry Winter tho

As always, thank you to @yaoibrainworms and @stickyarbiterwombat for being my beta readers and making sure I make sense

Winter woke up first, as was the norm. He looked to the other side of the bed, where Simon was sleeping peacefully and smiled. It had taken well over a week to convince Simon that sleeping in the bed was more comfortable than in a chair at the table, or on the table as he had seen him do once; and now, he was sprawled out under a half dozen blankets, drooling on his pillow. 

He sat up and stretched, basking in the chill of the room. Getting out of the bed without waking his bedmate would be the trick, but he had it down to a science now. It took longer, but by moving slow and making sure his pillows didn’t fall worked like a charm. 

Once up, he went to the bathroom and examined himself in his full length mirror. He had small purple bruises scattered across his chest and he was sure he had more on his back. He smiled again, then picked up his brush and began his morning routine. 

Simon woke up alone. 

He wasn’t used to being awake before the sun rose, and he reached to his bedside table for his glasses. He looked to Winter’s side of the bed only to find it empty. 

Suddenly, he was wide awake. 

“Winter?” he called out, trying to keep the fear out of his voice. 

He was used to Winter not being in bed when he woke up, but the sun was up and he knew Winter would be sitting at his desk, working on something. But it was still dark, far too early. Winter shouldn’t be up yet either. 

“Winter?” his voice was more frantic. He began to fight his way out of his blankets, only to get tangled in them.

Winter turned off the shower and dried off before wrapping the towel around his waist. He turned off the bathroom light and walked back into their room only to be met with Simon crying and trying to untangle his pile of blankets. 

“My dear, sweet Simon, what on earth are you doing?” Winter said as he walked to Simon’s side of the bed to straighten the blankets back out. “Are you okay?”

Simon just sat there for a moment, tears still streaming down his face. 

“I thought I was alone again,” he muttered, still staring straight ahead. 

Winter sat down on the edge of the bed and wrapped his cold arms around him. He didn’t speak, he didn’t need to. He knew Simon still struggled with the nightmares of losing everyone, it was why he tried to make sure he was still in his line of sight when he woke up.

Simon pulled him closer and held onto him until the tears stopped. 

“Are you…”

“I’m okay,” Simon assured, slowly pulling away, “I assume there’s still hot water?” 

It was a joke between them; Winter always took ice cold showers, the heat made him feel tired and weak. 

“I wouldn’t bet on it,” Winter replied with a laugh.

Simon got up and stretched before walking to the bathroom, Winter sat a moment, before deciding to follow. 

Once they were dressed in coordinating suits, they made their way to the throne room. They had revised Flame Princess’s amendment and patched every hole she had found in the original proposal. 

They had an hour before she was due to arrive, so they were equally unsettled when they found her already seated at the table. 

The Ice Scouts, positioned at either side of the door, crossed their swords before allowing them to enter.

“And now, announcing the entrance of his Royal Majesty, The Winter King!” They cheered in unison, uncrossing their swords with a satisfying ting. 

She didn’t bother to stand at their entrance.

Flame Princess said nothing as Winter sat across from her, and Simon at a desk behind him. 

“Flame Princess, I’m so glad you came back to continue our meeting,” Winter cleared his throat, “I apologize for my apparent tardiness. I thought you had said we were meeting at 8.”

“I did, though I always find it better to be early.” She looked at Simon when she spoke. 

Simon wasn’t paying attention to her though, he was reviewing his own documents.

Winter followed her gaze, but didn’t say anything.

“I looked over your amendment and I did find some minor flaws,” Winter glanced at his notes, “I don’t see an issue with establishing a proper embassy, though I do believe that a military presence in each kingdom could create more tension than necessary.”

“What does your advisor think?” Flame Princess asked.

Winter raised his eyebrow then shrugged. He turned around in his chair, to look at Simon. 

“Advisor, what do you believe when it comes to establishing an embassy without military presence?”

Simon looked up to find both royals staring at him. 

“I…” Simon cleared his throat, “I think we have to toe a careful line. We don’t anyone’s people to feel unsafe, but I believe in the days before the war, it was the host government that provided protection; though I could be misremembering, it has been a long time.” 

Winter nodded to Simon gratefully before turning around in his chair to face Flame Princess again. 

“Does that answer your question?” Winter asked, adjusting his glasses. 

Flame Princess frowned. She was hoping he’d be as flustered as he had been yesterday, going so far as to show up an hour early for their meeting so he wouldn’t have time to prepare. 

“I am glad you took the time to look over the amendment so thoroughly,” she chose her words carefully, not wanting to overplay her hand quite yet, “I know you were quite…distracted… after I left.”

“Oh yes, once again, I am quite sorry you saw me like that,” Winter said with an embarrassed laugh, “I’m not sure what came over me during our meeting.”

Her frown deepened. 

The discussion continued. Unlike before, every point she made, he had a counterpoint. Every time she attempted to dismantle his amended proposal, he had some way to support his plan. It was well articulated, thought through, and ironclad. She hadn’t expected this from him.

She hated how calm he was.

She hated not being able to control the discussion.

She hated it.

She had no idea what Winter was going on about when she cut him off.

“You know Simon, if I had known it was so easy to get Winter under control, I’d have tried taking him over my knee myself,” Flame Princess mused, looking past the Winter King and into the eyes of his advisor. 

Simon’s head shot up and his placid expression contorted into one of disgust and shame. 

“How…How did you know that…” Simon muttered, unable to look away.

They all sat like this. 

Flame Princess smirked, enjoying the humiliation evident on the man’s face.

Then Winter laughed. 

Both the princess and advisor stared at him. 

He laughed until he was purple in the face and teary eyed. 

Once he had collected himself, he removed his glasses and wiped his eyes, taking another breath to steady himself. 

“I guess sometimes I forget that everyone can see in here,” he had to stop himself from giggling, “I built these walls, the ones surrounding the throne room, specifically for the sake of transparency. I never expected I’d have someone try to use my personal life against me, but I guess when it’s on display it’s fair game.” 

She felt her flame grow hotter as she seethed. He wasn’t supposed to be okay with this.

“Everyone can see in here?” Simon said to himself, the color draining from his face. 

“Flame Princess, while I don’t mind your desperate attempt to reestablish the high ground, please keep my relationship out of this.” His words were firm. 

“Of course, just trying to..” she trailed off, unsure if there was anything she could say to make her comment look like anything other than desperation. 

“Oh I don’t mind, let’s move forward in discussions.” He brushed her off.

Their discussion continued, though it was one sided, similarly to how it was yesterday. Winter outlined his plan for building embassies in areas that were more climate appropriate and utilizing new technologies to make the kingdoms more accessible to the potential diplomats. 

“Fine, I’ll sign.” Flame Princess said, much to Simon and Winter’s joy.

“So, Princess, I have a list here of potential diplomats from the Winter…Kingdom,” he had to take pause before referring to his land by the name the rest of Ooo knew it as, “Though I will have final say with who is appointed, I would love for you to look over it and let me know your thoughts!” He was thrilled that things had gone so well. To be frank, he hadn’t thought it would. 

He turned in his chair and gave Simon a thumbs up. 

“No need,” she burned the paper to ash before looking it over. This was the opening she needed, “I’ll sign the amended proposal, if your advisor is appointed diplomat to the Fire Kingdom.”

Simon felt like his blood froze in his veins. He wanted to tell her there was no chance of him going with her, but he felt like he couldn’t breathe. 

He stared at Winter, the fear evident on his face. 

Winter’s smile fell and he didn’t turn to face her before speaking.

“You’re quite funny Flame Princess, my advisor is off limits though.”

“I’m not joking. Either he is appointed diplomat, or the talks are over.” She doubled down, knowing he’d fold.

The air got colder.

That was the most notable change. 

The room began to feel more like a walk-in freezer and even Simon, who still found comfort in the cold, wrapped his arms around himself to keep warm. 

The ice of the table began to splinter, jagged edges coming from the once smooth surface. 

He turned to face her. 

“I don’t know what game you’re hoping to win here, but you won’t.” He stood from his seat and began to deliberately walk around the table to her, “Flame Princess, you need to think carefully before you speak because while I am sure Simon and myself can survive a cold snap, can your people?”

He stared down at her as her flames began to dim and shrink.

“Can you?”

She stared up at him, the dying light making him look more monster than man.

He made her sit like that, unable to properly breath for nearly a minute before he let the room return to its previous temperature and he smoothed the table back to its former smooth polish. 

He sat back down, unbothered by his own act of casual cruelty.

She gasped for air and stared at him, terror flickering across her face before she composed herself.

“I…I trust your judgment when it comes to finding a suitable diplomat,” she did her best to not let fear creep into her voice.

He slid her the paper and she burned her signature along the dotted line. 

“It truly was a pleasure having you visit princess,” Winter said with a smile as he stood from his place yet again, “I look forward to our next meeting.”

Simon rose from his place and stood by the door, ready to open it for their visitor. 

“I’d be lying if I said I shared the sentiment.” She said, not caring how he viewed her at this point. 

She stood and made a beeline for the door, eager to get out of the cold. 

She stopped before exiting and looked at Simon. He looked like he had seen a ghost. She considered addressing him or wishing him luck, but decided not to press her luck and leave.

Simon let the door close and he leaned against it, sliding down its length until he was sitting on the floor. 

Winter walked over and sat next to him, close, but not touching. 

“I’m sorry,” Winter offered what he thought Simon wanted to hear. An apology for his less than charming actions. 

“You would have killed her…” Simon trailed off, staring off into space. 

“For you, yes.”

#teddy talks #theo's thoughts #simon x winter king #the winter king #winter king x simon #winterking #winterkov #simon petrikov #simoncest #simonpetrikov #dwu

[chimmyboii]

Just Go with it (Part 5)

Authors note: sorry for the late update guys! been really busy with work but i finally off on holiday so hopefully i’ll be able to get more writing done! anyway i hope you guys enjoy this part! one more part and this story is finished which is kind of terrifying! sorry for any errors, i tried editing as quickly as i could. let me know what you guys think! and as always thank you for reading!!! 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5.  Part 6

The first day back at school was as nerve wracking as Y/N originally thought. Of course, there was stares, whispers. Opening her locker, Y/N pulls out a few notebooks, ignoring the blatant stares from the girls at the locker next to her. Her skin was pickling as the eyes continue to burn at her back. Closing her eyes, Y/N leaned her head against the cool door of her locker, a cold feeling had settled in her chest. Her breathing became heavy, a cold sweat appearing at her temples. 

“Y/N?” A soft feminine voice called behind her. Jumping slightly, Y/N slammed the locker shut and turned around to find Chrissy standing behind her. As always she is dressed in her cheer uniform, Y/N watches as Chrissy tugs nervously at the sleeves of her white cardigan. “How are you?” At first, Y/N shrugs unsure on how to talk to her best friend. If anything, Y/N expected Chrissy to give her the cold shoulder but Eddie had said that Chrissy was one of the reason why Eddie gave her a second chance. Still, Y/N was unsure where they were in terms of friendship. 

“I’m okay, I guess.” Chrissy nods and once again there’s an uncomfortable silence between the two before Y/N stammers out. “How have you been?” Chrissy smiles slightly. 

“I’m good, been busy with the cheer, especially since you’ve been gone,” Y/N swallows harshly whilst looking down. Guilt overcame Y/N as she thinks about how she had let the team down by not showing up for three weeks. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that,” Y/N mutters and Chrissy is quick to place a hand on Y/N shoulder in attempt to reassure her that it’s not her fault.

“Oh my God! No, Y/N that wasn’t a dig or anything. God, I get it, you needed time away from this hell hole, nobody blames you. I don’t blame you,” Y/N’s eyes snap to her best friend and Chrissy smiles reassuringly. “What happened between Jason and you was way before we were dating, I get that. But it was also not your fault that he, you know, kept harassing you. I’m just sorry I didn’t do anything or that you felt like you couldn’t talk to me,” Y/N closes her eyes for a second.

“Thanks Chrissy,” Y/N whispers, she knew there was a part of Chrissy that was blaming herself but the only one to blame out of all of this is Jason. “It wasn’t that I couldn’t talk to you personally, I didn’t know how to talk to anyone about it. I’m just glad it’s over now,” Chrissy nods with a small smile.  

For the first time in weeks, Y/N generally feels like things are starting to like normal. 

Y/N clears her throat before flashing Chrissy a sad smile. “I don’t know if I want to come back.” At first, Chrissy just stares at her. Her face blank before it scrunches up in confusion.

“Y/N if this is about Jason then fuck him! Honestly, don’t let him ruin your life even more than he already has,” Chrissy all but growls out and Y/N lets out a soft chuckle. 

“It’s not about Jason, well it is in a way. I just feel like I want to do something different. I’m tired off being part of the cliche thing this school has going on,” 

Chrissy hums and looks around and spots a group of girls watching them with envy on their faces. But what is there to envy really? At the end of the day, your social status in school doesn’t matter in the real world. Chrissy turns back to Y/N.

“Okay, fine if you don’t want to come back then what are you going to do?” Y/N face lights up, she reaches into her bag and pulls out a sheet of paper and hands it too Chrissy. A from to create a new committee. Chrissy looks back at Y/N with a questioning look.

“So, I decided to create a Prom committee,” Y/N shrugs but Chrissy face still hasn’t changed. “Is that a stupid idea?” Chrissy looks back at the paper then Y/N before shaking her head.

“No but have you spoke to Eddie about this?” Y/N reaches over and takes the paper back and puts it away before looking at Chrissy with a frown.

“No, why?” Chrissy lets out a chuckle while shaking her head.

“Because Eddie is the reason we don’t have prom. He got wasted two years ago and crashed it, don’t you remember? He’s the reason why Higgins banned prom,” Y/N face slackens and horror appeared on her face. 

“Shit really! I’ve got a meeting with Principal Higgins at lunch today to discuss my ideas. Fuck! I’m screwed!” Y/N banged her head against her locker lightly. Just then Eddie came strutting through the school doors. His eyes went immediately to Y/N locker, where he finds her back to him and tapping her head against the door. Chrissy stands next to her and rubs her back. Eddie frowns and quickly runs over. 

“Hey, what’s the matter?” Immediately, Eddie sweeps in, nudging Chrissy out the way and gather’s Y/N in his arms. Whilst he hugs her, the rest of the school body seem to freeze staring at the pair with bewilderment. Y/N sighs against his chest.

“I’m going to kill you,” she mumbles into the fabric of his denim vest. 

Eddie lets out a confused chuckle, before looking at Chrissy who just smirks at him. Y/N pulls away from Eddie and squints her eyes at him. 

“You ruined my dream!” Eddie frowns and opens his mouth to apologises. “For weeks, I thought of nothing else but getting dressed up in a big puffy dress and dancing with you under the stupid disco lights! But no, you just had to get prom banned didn’t you!” Eddie stands in shock, his mouth fell open and eyes wide as Y/N stabs her index finger into the centre off his chest. “But listen here, Edward Munson, I will get you under those disco lights if it’s the last thing I do!” Y/N turns too Chrissy, face full of determination. “We’re getting a fucking prom!” And with that Y/N jumps onto her tippy toes and presses a kiss to Eddies still open mouth and struts off down the hall. 

Eddie stands frozen before a hand waving in front of his face captures his attention. Eddie blinks back into focus and turns to see Chrissy sniggering at his side. 

“Okay,” Eddie breaths, “what the fuck was that about?” Chrissy snorts.

“Y/N wants to have a prom but you got prom banned,” Eddie face falls into realisation. 

“Shit,” He mutters and Chrissy let out a loud laugh.

“Shit is right my friend. Hey, but all things considered, I think she took that pretty well,”

//

It’s lunch time and Eddie still hasn’t seen Y/N. He feeling a little nervous, not going to lie. He wasn’t sure if she was really angry at him or not. Two trays slam down beside him causing Eddie to jump.

“Jesus Christ!” He yelps and Dustin giggles in return. Both Mike and Dustin are the first at the Hellfire table. 

“Sorry man!” Dustin says but he’s not sounding sorry at all, causing Eddie to fake glare at him. “What’s got you in a daze anyway?” 

Eddie’s eyes flicker to the entrance of the cafeteria and see’s Chrissy enter with the rest of the cheer squad. It’s weird not seeing Y/N trailing along beside them in her tiny skirt. But she told Eddie that night in the auditorium that she wanted a fresh start away from the cheer scene. 

“Y/N.” Eddie answered Dustin. The younger boy sat patiently waiting for Eddie to spill the beans on what had went down after Hellfire. But Eddie was oblivious, still waiting for her to enter the room. 

“So, I guess everything went well after Hellfire,” Dustin casually commented, Eddie turned around to face him, his face pinched in confusion. “I saw Y/N outside when I was going on,” Dustin continued. Eddie shrugged but the small smile on his face confirmed it. 

“Yeah, we, uhh, decided to try again,” Eddie confirmed and Dustin let out the biggest celebratory sound ever. The students at the table next to the them shot Dustin a glare which he immediately apologised for. 

“That’s good man! Really I’m happy for you,” Dustin gushed and Mike nodded in agreement. But Dustin saw Eddie’s eyes flicker back to the entrance way, worry clear in them. “So, if you guys are together then why do you look so worried?” Dustin continued. Eddie turned back to the freshman and smiled sheepishly. 

“Because I did something stupid.” Mike rolled his eyes. Of course he did something stupid. He’s Eddie Munson, Mike would be surprised if stupid wasn’t his middle name.

“We get that, but what did you do?” Mike pressed, trying had to keep the annoyance from his voice. 

Eddie sighed, “A few years ago, a buddy of mine, you won’t remember him, decided to crash the prom. He was angry at something Higgins said to him so he decided to get drunk and gate crash the thing. He asked if I wanted to join, now baring in mind, Higgins had just told me I had failed my midterm and I had to repeat another year, so yeah I was pissed off and decided to join in.” Eddie stops for a moment, wincing slightly as he remembers what he and his buddy did. “We completely destroyed the whole thing. Tipping tables, ripping off the banners, throwing food about but we weren’t finished. My buddy decided he really needed to make a statement, so he peed in the punch. He literally stood on the table in front of the whole school and peed in a big bowl.” Dustin and Mike both grimaced. Eddie sighed sadly, his fingers tapped nervously at the table. 

“Not my finest moment, I’ll admit. After that, Higgins decided that prom was nothing but trouble and cancelled it completely,” 

“Wait, are you saying you’re the reason prom was banned?” Mike asked, awe in his voice. Eddie nodded once before eyes flicker to the door once again. “Holy shit!” Mike breathed, flopping against the chair. Dustin shook his head, in amazement or embarrassment, he couldn’t really tell. 

Suddenly, Dustin frowned and leaned forward in his chair, elbows on the table.

“Wait, what does this have to do with Y/N?” Eddie opened his mouth to answer when he saw Y/N push through a crowd of students entering the cafeteria. A wide smile broke on his lips as he watches her but the smile falls as she walks past his table. She didn’t spare a glance at him as she quickly rushes over to the cheer table. Y/N pulls the chair next to Chrissy and plops down before rummaging in her bag and pulling out a piece of paper and practically shoving it in Chrissy’s face. 

Eddie looks down at the table for a second, trying not to let Y/N’s cold shoulder get to him. Dustin nudges Eddie softly with his elbow and nodded towards Y/N. 

“Y/N wants to bring prom back I guess,” Eddie revealed, slouching in his chair. “I never told her I was the one that got it banned in the first place, so now’s she pissed,” Eddie groaned loudly, tipping his head back. “I swear I can’t do anything right. We just got back together and I already fucked up!”

Mike snorted which caused Eddie to shoot him a glare but the boy was looking beyond him. “Well you didn’t fuck up enough because Y/N is making her way over her and from the look on her face I’d say she’s anything but pissed,” Eddie spun around just in time to see Y/N practically skipping towards his table with a smile plastered on her face. Eddie opened his mouth to say something when suddenly she plopped down on his lap. She presses a kiss to his lips - once again his were open wide in shock. Y/N waves the piece of paper she was showing Chrissy at their table. 

“Look what I’ve got!” She sang, pushing the paper further into Eddie’s face. He could just make out the writing as it swayed in front of him. It was a permission slip that granted Y/N authorisation to start a new committee. At the bottom was Principle Higgins signature. 

“Holy shit,” Eddie breathed, snatching the paper from Y/N’s hand and re-reading it once more before turning to Y/N wide eyed. “You actually got him to bring back prom, how the fuck did you manage that?” Y/N smirked at him.

“Oh you know, just battered my eyelashes and sweet talked him a bit,” Eddie sniggered at her before nodding.

“I bet you did, you little minx!” Eddie leaned into Y/N’s neck and bit it softly causing her to let out a squeal. Dustin let out a loud cough, causing the pair to pull apart. Y/N cheeks flushed as she giggled softly before apologising. Eddie, however, glared harshly at the boy.

“I’m glad you guys are together and everything, but can you try and keep, you know, the PDA to a minimum please?” Dustin begged and Y/N snickered before nodding but Eddie interjected, his voice smug.

“Yeah, no promises,” Y/N elbowed him before turning her attention fully on Eddie. Her face sobers and looks pointy at Eddie.

“On a serious note, for Prom to go ahead, I need you to be on your best behaviour. Higgins was against letting you come but after pleading with him for twenty minutes about to allowing you to attend, we came to an agreement. If you keep your grades at satisfactory level and your attendance improves, you can attend the prom with me. Also, if you do come to prom no drinking!” Y/N voice is firm so Eddie knows there is no arguing with her. Y/N turns back to Mike and Dustin, a content smile on her face. 

“So what theme are you going for, Y/N?” Mike asked and Eddie watched as her face seemed to light up. Y/N had this glow about her, something Eddie hadn’t seen before. It was like Eddie was really seeing her for the first time, that this was her true self. And Eddie loved it. 

Y/N hummed in thought, “I’m not sure yet, I need to recruit a team first before I decide anything. So far, I’ve only got Chrissy on the team but I’ll need more,”

“Why don’t you ask my sister?” Mike suggested, “So likes organising shit.” Y/N looks thoughtful for a moment before nodding.

“Do you think she’d want to join?” Mike shrugs his shoulders.

“She’ll do anything for extra credit, to be honest,” Y/N smiled at the dark haired boy.

“Okay, I’ll ask her. Thanks Mike,” Y/N stands up from Eddie’s lap and he lets out a moan, already missing her weight and body heat. Bending down, Y/N presses a soft kiss to his lips and this time Eddie actually gets to kiss her back. 

“I’m gonna go and get started on recruiting and maybe draw up some ideas,” Y/N tells him and Eddie nods. “But I’ll see you after school?”

“Yeah, I’ll meet you out front,” Y/N smiles and kisses him on the cheek before heading out the cafeteria. Dustin let out a whistle and Eddie turns back to him. “What?” 

Dustin clears his throat and looks slightly nervous, “Nothing really, it’s just it going to take Y/N a lot of time and effort to plan this,” Eddie nods slowly, not knowing where Dustin is going with this.

“And…” Eddie presses, his voice lowering. Dustin gulps and beings too tug at his collar.

“And she might be busy all the time, and…and m-might not have time to spend with you!” Dustin blubbered out. Eddie froze, staring blankly at Dustin, his mind already racing. Mike sighed beside him and shook his head, having already see Eddie’s head beginning to fill with doubt. 

“You don’t know that,” Mike countered, kicking Dustin hard under the table. “Don’t start getting yourself worked up, nothing has changed. Even if she is busy all the time, you guys can make it work,” Eddie nods and forcing out a laugh.

“You’re right, I’m getting worked up over nothing,”

//

Dustin was right, Y/N was really busy. Even though she had recruited ten people to help her with the prom project, she was still busy. At first, Eddie was fine with not seeing her at lunch - it gave him some time to catch up with last minute homework or write new campaigns for Hellfire. But soon she was cancelling some of their dates so she could meet up with her team. But that wasn’t what was pissing Eddie off, no, it was when she did make it to dates, all she talked about was prom. It had been three weeks since she took on the project and it has become her life. Y/N was obsessed with it.

Currently, Y/N is lounging on Eddie’s bed, notebook in hand and pen in other. She continues to scribble notes down in the book, she hasn’t looked at Eddie who is sat at the end of the bed, a white piece of paper in his hand, staring at her. Eventually, he sighs and stands from the bed, this captures Y/N attention as she looks up from her book. 

“What’s wrong?” She questions, placing the notebook on the bedside table. Eddie ignores her and walks over and grabs the acoustic guitar. “Eddie?” She presses but Eddie just shrugs. “If you tell me what’s wrong, how can I fix it?” Eddie scoffs and turns to her with a glare.

“Do you even want to fix it?” Y/N frowns and laughs in confusion.

“Of course I do, I wouldn’t have asked otherwise,” Eddie rolls his eyes and pinches his nose. Sensing his distress, Y/N shoots up from the bed and walks to him. She grabs hold of his shoulders and runs her hands along them, trying to soothe him. “Eddie what’s going on?” He drops his hand and looks at her with those sad puppy eyes.

“I feel like I’m losing you, and I know it sounds stupid and clingy but this prom thing, it’s all you ever talk about. I’m happy you’ve got something, you know, like I’ve got Hellfire. But I-I feel like we barely have time together now.” Y/N eyes have widened in disbelief and goes to speak but Eddie continues. “And I know I sound like a selfish prick but I need attention to, Y/N.” It’s quiet now and Eddie feels like he’s going to throw up as the tension begins to build. He didn’t want to say anything but the feeling was bubbling in the pit of his stomach and he knew if he hear the word prom again he was going to explode. Y/N continued to stare at him, her face was blank like she was calculating something. Perhaps calculating if being Eddie was really worth her time. 

“Okay,” Y/N nodded and Eddie cocked his head to the side, shoulders sagging. 

“Okay?” Eddie repeated and Y/N nodded, reaching out and grabbing his hands. She intertwined their fingers and tugged him back to the bed. As they sat down, Eddie felt like his heart was about to beat out his chest. He wasn’t sure what was going on really.

“You’re right, I need a timeout from the prom stuff. I’m sorry Eddie, I didn’t mean to make you feel like neglected,” Y/N leans her head on Eddie’s chest, pulling him closer to her. Eddie can feel her apology in her hug, her arms are tense as if she’s afraid he’ll pull away or shove her but Eddie does neither; he only pulls her closer. “Thank you for telling me though and not like exploding like most guys,” Eddie presses a kiss to the crown of her head.

“It’s okay,” he mumbles, “I’m proud of you, you know.” Y/N looks up at him with a small smile. “This prom is going to be be amazing, regardless of its theme, because it’s you who planned it. For me, you’re what makes it special, anyway,” Y/N let out a small giggle and presses her lips against his. Eddie smirks when she pulls away and Y/N narrows her eyes playfully at him.

“What?” She questions, her voice drawing out the word. Eddie gently nudged Y/N onto her back before laying over her, propping himself onto his elbows, smirking at her.

“Now that I’ve got your attention, I have a question for you,” Y/N giggle, her hand reaching up and pushing his hair out of his face, her thumb tracing his cheek.

“Yeah? What’s that?” Eddie smirks widens as his eyes dance around her face.

“Wanna make out?” Y/N let out a loud ‘pfft’ before howling with laughter which caused Eddie to laugh with her. As she continued to laugh, Eddie leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, her laugh vibrating against his lips. He continues to press kisses against her lips until she stops laughing and beings to follow. Soon the only noise between them is the sound of their lips parting and meeting again. 

Eddie presses his weight against her, his hand reaching up and cupping the side of her jaw. Y/N’s tongue touched the bottom of Eddie’s lip, immediately Eddie opened his mouth and touched his tongue with hers. He groans as he tastes her. She tasted sweet like a strawberry lollipop. Y/N moves slightly, opening her legs so that Eddie can fit between them. Letting out a soft moan, Y/N’s hand traveled from Eddie’s shoulder down his back to his bum. She presses his backside closer, wrapping her legs around his waist. Instantly, Eddie began to grind into her, his lips part from hers to let out a gasp and a groan. Eddies lips travel along Y/N’s cheek and down her neck, he stops when he reaches her collarbone. He grabs a patch of skin between his teeth, gently and sucks. Y/N lets out a loud gasp, her hips jolting up towards his which elected a groan from Eddie. Y/N’s other hand slipped under Eddie’s t-shirt, caressing Eddie’s bare skin causing him too shiver against her. Y/N moaned when Eddie’s boner pressed against her crotch, she moved her hips again which caused Eddie to retaliate and grind back down on her. 

They grind back and forth against each other. Their hands grope and feel each others skin, shuttering against other. Y/N’s breathing has become heavier, soft moans escaping her lips uncontrollably. She feels a warm tingle in the pit of stomach, it begins to circle and trail down to her virgina which flutters but just when she’s about to slip into a euphoric haze, Eddie stops abruptly. His head throws back, tilting up at the ceiling as he lets out a throaty groan. Y/N bites her lip, the tingling feeling slipping away and she tries not feel disappointed as Eddie’s head flops against her shoulder. Instead, Y/N runs her hand long his bag in soft stroking motions. Eventually, Eddie pulls his head up and looks at his with a blissed look on his face. He kisses her gently twice before sitting up.

“Did you come?” Y/N shakes her head and Eddie frowns. He moves his hand towards the button off her jeans but Y/N stops him.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to,” But Eddie shakes his head.

“No, no, I want to,” Y/N still has a grip on his hand and refuses to let them go. 

She looks at Eddie with a small smile, “It’s okay, I don’t need to come. I just want to cuddle now,” Eddie still doesn’t budge, staring down at her. Y/N tugs at him three times before Eddie eventually falls down beside her. Quickly, Y/N lays her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. She closes her eyes and draws small shapes on Eddie’s fabric covered stomach.

“Why didn’t you want me to make you come?” Eddie whispers and Y/N freezes. His voice was small and doubtful. Y/N turns and peers up at him. 

“Honestly?” Y/N whispers back and Eddie nods. She gulps, feeling small under his gaze. Y/N knows that Eddie won’t judge her but a small part her can’t help but feel insecure. “I don’t want our relationship to be all about sex.” She’s quiet for a moment, contemplating her next words. “I don’t want us to just constantly have sex with each other and never talk. I want us to be able to, I don’t know…enjoy each other’s company without wanting to always rip our clothes off,” Y/N gulps as her mind flashes back to when she was fifteen. 

Her younger self sits naked on the bed as she watches Jason quickly get changed back into his clothes. He doesn’t spare her a glance as he sits back on the bed to tug on his trainers. Younger Y/N watches as he stands from the bed and heads towards her bedroom door. He stops and turns to her, his face void of emotion as he nods at her and leaves the room. 

Eddie runs a finger along her cheek bringing her back to reality. “We won’t be like that. Even though I do want to rip off you clothes 99% of the time, I also want to hear you talk,” Eddie promise and Y/N smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh really, weren’t you just complaining about me talking too much about prom?” Eddie flashed a guilty smile.

“Well to be fair, Y/N, you never shut up about the goddamn thing!” Y/N lets out a laugh, slapping his lightly on the chest. “But apart from prom, I’m willing to listen to whatever you wanna talk about,” Eddie moves to turn on his side when he freezes, his face turns up in disgust. His cum-filled boxers stick against his thigh. “I’ll be right back,” Bouncing up quickly, Eddie grabs a pair of boxers from his drawers and sprints to the bathroom.

When he finally returns from what was a supposed to be a quick clean up turned into a full blown shower, he finds Y/N writing in her book again. He groans and stomps over to his bed before flopping down face first. 

“Seriously, Y/N do you ever stop!” His voice is muffled under his cover. Y/N snickers but continues to write the last sentence before slamming book shut and tossing it on the floor. She turns to Eddie with a satisfied smile on her face.

“There I’ve stopped!” Eddie rolls his eyes before tugging her towards him but stops when his eyes see the time on the clock on his bedside cabinet. It was almost midnight. 

“Shit! I better get you home,” Eddie goes to stand but Y/N grabs his arm and holds him still. 

“I want to stay,” her voice is quiet, border lining a whisper. “If that’s okay with you,” Eddie smiles softly at her before nodding.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s okay with me, like you even have to ask, sweetheart.” Y/N smiled widely before sitting up and grabbing her backpack from the floor.

“Good! Because I’ve already packed my pyjamas,” She tips the bag and all her belongings onto the bed. Eddie laughs as she’s the amount of clothes she’s brought with her. There must be about four pairs of jeans and t-shirts.

“Jeez sweetheart, you moving in or something?” Y/N shrugs at him, grabbing her pyjamas and laying them on the bed before grabbing the rest and shoving them back into her bag. 

“Only if you ask nicely,” She says nonchalantly and Eddie snickers. She grabs her pyjamas and makes her way to the bathroom, Y/N pulls the door open slightly but pauses when Eddie calls to her.

“You can always change in here, sweetheart,” He’s just jesting her. Its Eddie’s favourite thing to do, tease her. Y/N stops and looks at him over her shoulder, eyebrows pinched together. A smirk of her own appears. She lets go of the door and turns to face Eddie, she drops her pyjamas onto the floor. Eddie eyes follow them as they hit the ground, a frown appearing on his lips. His eyes return to Y/N just in time to see her unbutton her jeans and slide them down her legs. Eddie’s mouth falls open as Y/N hands reach for the bottom of her t-shirt, she tugs it up over her head and throws it on top of the jeans. Eddie can’t breath. His lungs have forgotten how to function. Y/N stands ten feet away from him in nothing but a black bra and pink panties, miss match but oh so sexy, Eddie thinks. 

“Should I keep going?” Y/N ask, voice smug as she takes in Eddie’s gobsmacked expression. Slowly, in a daze, he nods. Y/N slip up cupping over her bra, squeezing them, Eddie gulps as he watches. His dick twitches in his fresh boxers. Slowly, Y/N reaches behind her to unhook her bra but just as she goes to unhook it she turns around so her back to Eddie. He watches as she unhooks it, slips it off and throws it on the pile. From this angle, Eddie can only see the corner of her left breast, his only view is off her back. Y/N bends down giving Eddie a view of her plump bum as she grabs her pyjamas that she drop earlier and clutches them to her chest before spinning around to face Eddie. He throws his head back against the wall, causing a loud thump to echo around the room.

“You’re such a fucking tease!” Eddie whined, his hand reaching down to cup his now painful erection. “Now look what you did!” Y/N giggled, shrugging her shoulders.

“Oops!” Y/N snickers, “To be fair you did say I could get changed in here.” She stuck her tongue out at him before leaving to go to the bathroom like she originally planned.  

Its twenty minutes later when Y/N finally exit the bathroom and thankfully Eddie’s erection had calmed down by then. She enters his room in a pair of Minnie Mouse pyjamas that Eddie can’t help snickering at. Y/N glares at him before telling him too playfully to shut up. As soon as she climb into the bed, Eddie tugged her to him, spooning her from behind. Y/N let out a soft sigh, stretching in relief. Eddie presses a kiss to her temple before snuggling into her neck.

“Just so you know,” Eddie whispers against her neck and Y/N hums back in response. “I’ll probably wake up tomorrow with a hard on,” Y/N let out a tired giggle and wiggle her butt against him. 

“That’s okay, I’ll just make you come in your pants again!” Eddie let out a playful growl and bit her neck causing her to let out a little squeal before nudging him. They giggle with each for a few more minutes before Y/N’s breathing becomes heavy as she slowly drifts off. Eddie sits up slightly and peers down at her with a smile before pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“I love you,” he whispers to her. Y/N stirs, her head snuggling against the pillow, her hand reaching out and grabbing his.

“Love you too,” she mumbles drowsily. Eddie’s heart stutters in his chest, his whole body freezing as the words register. Her voice was quiet but clear enough for him to hear the words. Eddie body warms and his fingers tingles as he feels hers twitch in her sleep. Eddie gathers her into his arms more, pressing soft kisses against the back of her neck. Eddie falls asleep like that; with Y/N tucked in his arms and a smile on his face. 

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The Drawdown

Wipeout - Chapter 9

Pairing: Surfer!Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Okay so I decided to cut this chapter in half so I could get it out a little faster and keep it from getting really long. Next chapter should hopefully also be coming shortly

Warnings: Fighting, angst

Summary: You have a terrible time at the beach

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You twisted the small beads of your necklace while you read over the email on your phone. You’d been studying it religiously since it arrived, every word was now deeply ingrained in your memory. You wanted to say yes so badly, you’d even begun searching for apartments. It was such an amazing opportunity, if things were any different you would have said yes in a heartbeat. There was just one thing holding you back.

Tom Holland. Your sweet, funny, flirty little surfer boy. You just couldn’t imagine life without him. One week apart had left you totally miserable, how would you handle multiple months? An entire year? It seemed impossible.

If you could go back in time you would have listened to Grace and backed off way sooner. You thought you could fight your own feelings, and for a long time you had, but it became overwhelming. You weren’t sure exactly when things changed, but when he’d handed you that necklace you became totally overwhelmed with a warm fuzzy feeling. Everything had crashed over you and all at once you realized that the way you wanted Tom had moved far beyond friendship or lust. You didn’t know how to handle the sudden rush of emotions so you jumped to sex so you could feel as close to him as possible.

You debated talking to him about it, but you already knew your feelings wouldn’t be reciprocated, and you didn’t want them to ruin a friendship that you valued so deeply. Leaving was a perfect out though, the distance would make it easier to move on. Plus you’d be totally focused on your career and future, there’d be no time for you to worry about dating. You two could call and text, even FaceTime on occasion, but by the time you came back you’d be totally over him. You’d probably laugh about it together later in life.

“Boo,” a set of hands grabbed your shoulders. You were brought out of your trance so suddenly you jumped and let out a startled cry. Adrien laughed as he walked around to face you, “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t think I’d actually scare you.”

“That’s okay, I totally zoned out,” you set your phone in your lap and flashed him a smile, “Getting tired?”

You’d gone out to the beach with Grace, Harrison, and Adrien. Adrien and Grace had both tried to get you to come into the water already but you’d told them you weren’t feeling well. Really you were just waiting for Tom to get off work. He was set to come join you once he got off, you were hoping you could tell him you were planning on moving once you were out on the water. It was easier to have that sort of talk on the water.

“Nah, I’ve just got to leave in a few minutes, I’m meeting some friends for dinner,” he explained, “I don’t suppose you’re feeling any better yet?”

You shook your head, “No, not really.”

“That sucks, I’m sorry, I wish you could be out there with us,” he leaned back on his hands while he spoke, “I’m kind of glad we have a minute alone though, there’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about.”

You knit your brows, “You can always text me.”

“I know, I just think it’s better to do this stuff in person,” his cheeks took a bit of color as he continued, “I’m not the smoothest person in the world so forgive me if I stumble a bit. I want to start by saying I think you’re really pretty and really cool…”

Oh no, you could already tell where he was going.

“And I had a lot of fun hanging out and helping you with your internship stuff. So I was just wondering if you’d want to go on a date sometime?”

You were frozen in time, your mind rushing between a million thoughts. Adrien was cute, sure, but you’d never thought about him that way, and you had no clue he’d been thinking about you that way.

“Sorry, I’m just a little surprised,” you justified your silence and cleared your throat, “I didn’t realize you were into me that way…” you trailed off as you considered your options.

Adrien was cute, and a good match for you on paper. He was the opposite of Tom in many ways, more quiet and shy. He was sweet and smart and your careers fit nicely together. Plus a date would help you move on. If you could move on then you wouldn’t have to move away from him. You could stay in the sweet little town that you loved, with the sweet boy that you loved. Everything would be perfect, you and Tom could just be best friends and Adrien would be your boyfriend. A boyfriend gave you another reason to deny leaving too, to stay here and stay near him.

“Um, yeah, I think we should do that,” you nodded as you finally answered him, “Just something super casual though, you know what I mean?”

He nodded quickly, “Yeah, of course, we could just grab dinner or something, nothing crazy.”

This was good. Tom and Adrien were friends, all three of you could hang out together. Plus Tom and your other friends would definitely approve of Adrien, and that was important to you. Nothing had to change at all.

“Cool, did you have somewhere in mind?” you turned your attention to your hands, dipping your fingers into the warm sand nervously.

“Have you been to the Thai place that just opened? They have a cute little outside area right on the beach.”

“No, I haven’t, that sounds good though,” you agreed, “When did you want to go? I’m off on Friday.”

“Friday is perfect, around 6 if that works?”

You nodded again, “6 is good for me too. I can pick you up if you want?”

“That’s perfect, I can’t wait,” he flashed a big warm smile and leaned forward again, “I’ve got to get going, but I’m really excited.”

Your smile was smaller but you tried not to seem unsure, “Me too. Have fun at dinner.”

“I will,” he bounced to his feet quickly and waved to you, “I’ll see you Friday.”

“You too,” you waved as he left.

As he disappeared down the beach you drew your legs up to your chest and wrapped your arms around them. You set your head on your knees with a sigh and turned your eyes to Grace and Harrison. You watch Harrison cut into Grace’s wave and start teasing her while she yelled at him. They were having so much fun, it was annoying to be caught up in your own feelings instead of out there having fun with them.

You had no idea how long you’d been sitting there just watching when you heard footsteps behind you. You turned to find Tom, who must have just walked down the beach from work. He flashed you a smile, and then a pout when he noticed the look on your face.

“What’s wrong? Did you get hurt or something?” he hummed.

“No, I’m fine,” you stretched your legs out as he tossed his shirt and shoes off, “How was work?”

“Good, slow,” he glanced out at your friends, “You’re not gonna make me paddle out there alone are you?” he grabbed the pink board you liked and pushed it out towards you.

“No, I’ll go, just, um,” you took a deep breath, “Could you sit for a minute? I need to talk to you.”

His lips tugged to a small frown but he nodded and stuck the board back in the sand, “Of course, what’s on your mind?” he fell down into the sand beside you.

“Adrien asked me out,” you blurted it out because you didn’t know how to tell him.

You’d hoped he’d be excited, tell you right away that he hoped you said yes and he thought you’d be a great couple. It would be so much easier if he was excited.

His lips tugged upwards to a playful smirk, “Well I hope you let him down gentle Flower.”

Your cheeks tinted pink. He’d expected you to say no.

“Well actually I said yes,” you mumbled it out, like you’d done something wrong. Somehow it felt shameful, like something you needed to hide.

“Oh,” his little smirk dropped and he crossed his legs, “I didn’t realize you were into him.”

“I don’t really know if I am yet, that’s kind of the point of the date,” you tried to joke but Tom’s face contorted to a frown and his voice held an edge you weren’t used to hearing, “I don’t think you should be leading him on like that. If you’re not interested just tell him, all this is going to do is cause drama.”

“Why would it cause drama?” you frowned back at him, “It’s super casual, and he knows that. It’s just to see if there’s a spark or anything.”

“How could it not cause drama? He knows you and I have been hooking up, you think he’s just going to be cool with that?” he snapped at you.

You were taken back, you’d expected Tom to be shocked at most, not angry. He seemed totally pissed though, you hadn’t seen him that angry since the incident with Riley.

“He’s going to have to be cool with it Tom. If things got serious or anything I’d make it very clear with him that you and I are always going to be friends. Plus I doubt he would have asked me out if he wasn’t okay with it,” you pointed out, “I am perfectly capable of drawing those boundaries with any future partner I might have. You don’t need to worry about someone pushing you out of my life or getting jealous or something, I wouldn’t let that happen.”

You were being honest, you’d never let anyone push Tom out of your life, he meant too much. It was easy to promise that too when you couldn’t imagine being with anyone but him. Eventually you’d have to get over that, you’d have to move on, but he’d still always be an important part of your life.

“It’s not about that (y/n) I-” he cut himself off with a heavy sigh, shaking his head before he continued, “He’s not right for you.”

You knit your brows, “What do you mean? I thought you liked Adrien.”

“I do like Adrien,” he sighed again, “Adrien is a good guy, but you two barely know each other.”

“Again, that’s the point of the date.”

“Okay well I do know both of you, and I know you aren’t a good match.”

“What do you mean?” you asked again, you were starting to get annoyed now, “He’s sweet, and you know on paper we-”

“On paper doesn’t mean anything (y/n),” he sounded harsh and scolding, boardline parental, “You can make anyone seem good for anyone on paper.”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m a child Tom, I’m capable of deciding who I do and don’t want to go out with,” you snapped back at him.

“That’s not what I’m trying to do,” he groaned and ran his hands through his hair, “Look if you want my opinion I think it’s a bad idea. I won’t lie to make you feel better.”

“I don’t want you to lie Tom, I appreciate that you’re being honest here,” you dipped your fingers into the warm sand and grabbed a fistful of it, “I just thought we should talk about it because, you know…” you trailed off, letting the sand stream out between your fingers while you searched for the right words, “We’ve got out thing and our terms were-”

“Oh for fucks sake (y/n) don’t talk about it like it’s some sort of contract,” he snapped bitterly at you. Your eyes widened in shock and you fell silent. He was so venomous and angry, you’d never heard him speak like that. He glanced over at you and took a deep breath before he spoke again, “Sorry, I’m sorry, that came out really mean. I just don’t think this is a good idea okay? I mean he’s my roommate, he knows about our whole deal. It’s gonna get weird and he’ll inevitably end up jealous.”

“It’s just a super casual thing right now, if things got more serious I’d make it clear with him that he’d have to be okay with us staying friends.”

“If it’s just a super casual thing then why are we even talking about it? I mean what we talked about was doing our thing until you found someone you actually want to be with. So I don’t see why this matters unless you actually want to be with him.”

“Well I just don’t know that right now, I might want to be with him or something in the future. I wanted to talk to you about it because I don’t want things to get weird,” you pursed your lips. Really you wanted to bring up cooling things off between you two, you just thought this was a good way to bring that up without admitting your feelings, “Why are you getting mad at me? I’m just trying to communicate.”

“I’m not getting mad at you,” he clarified, “I’m not mad. I just think this is a bad idea, and I don’t think you two are a good match. I don’t get why you want to have this conversation either. If you don’t want to be with him, why do we need to talk about this? Obviously you’re not looking for my opinion.”

“Because I think it’s probably best for us to cool things off while I’m figuring this shit out,” you bit back at him. His mood was starting to sour yours too, “I’m trying to have this conversation with you so things don’t get weird or tense. I am not asking for your permission or approval. If you have an actual reason for thinking it’s a bad idea then I’d love to hear it, but if your reasoning is just that you don’t think we’re a good match, then I can decide that for myself. Obviously I’m going to talk to you about this because what else am I going to do? Just not tell you?”

His whole face flushed, “No I-” he paused, “I-If that’s what you think is best then obviously…” he fell silent, you waited for him to speak again, “I’m sorry, I don’t want to come off controlling or something because that’s not it at all. Obviously if you don’t want to stop sleeping together for any reason that’s your call, I’m not gonna question you on that. I just think that you going out with my roommate is a bad idea. I think it’ll make things weird no matter how hard we try to avoid it.”

“If it feels weird then I won’t go out with him again, but I’m trying to talk this out now so we’re on the same page. I don’t want to fight with you.”

“Yeah, me either,” he nodded, “I’m sorry for being pissy. I guess you’ll just go on the date or whatever and see how you feel or something…”

“Yeah…” your eyes left him in favor of the beach, “I’m sorry too, I wasn’t trying to start a fight.”

“I know.”

Silence fell between you two, neither of you knew what else to say. You were hoping for a much more positive talk.

“We could hit the water if you want,” you suggested in an attempt to lighten the mood, “I was sort of waiting for you to head out there.”

“Actually I think I’m gonna head home,” Tom rubbed the back of his neck, “I, uh, I don’t really feel like surfing right now. Work was really long, I’d like to just get to bed.”

“Right totally,” you nodded and watched him stand up.

He pulled his shirt back on and gave you an awkward wave as he left. You sighed and pulled your legs back up to your chest. Your head felt heavy on your knees and your eyes started burning. You tried to convince yourself it was just the salty air but you knew better.

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[bloomingflowersthings]

Roadtrip sniffles

Pairings: sick! Kate Bishop x reader, WandaNat, Yelena is there too

Summary: When you finally get some time to unwind from work and travel with your friends, it seems that a certain archer is not feeling too hot.

Notes: Sorry about the title lol, also, thank you guys for the support! it seems like you really enjoyed my last fic and all i have to say is thank you!! I would like to announce that my requests are open, so if you have any ideas please send them in!! hope you like it! <3

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The last mission exhausted the avengers. The team had to implode a Hydra facility and everyone worked a lot for it. After debriefing at the compound, Cap decided that everyone deserved a week off to recharge their batteries.

Tony and Pepper decided to go on vacation, Thor returned to Asgard, Clint went back to his house and the rest were just chilling around the tower. So you and the girls decided to spend your week off at the beach. It would be fun and a way of bonding with each other.

Wanda, Natasha and Yelena were in one car and you and Kate were in the other, since you both were taking Fanny and Lucky.

“Are you ready Kate?” You asked, while attaching Lucky’s harness to the seatbelt

“Yup, just have to grab my backpack real quick” The archer called out, entering the compound to grab her things

After making sure both puppies were safely secured, Kate was already entering the car, backpack in hands.

“I’m glad we’re doing this, it’s a great opportunity to relax!” You said, starting to drive

Kate nodded, putting her seatbelt on “It’s- Hh gonna be -Hhh fun!” she managed to say between hitching breaths.

Without taking your eyes off the road you asked: “Darling, are you okay?”

“Hh’Tsshh! Hhxngtt'shh! Hh'iTshh!" She stifled a set of sneezes in her elbow.

“Bless you!” you giggled, not thinking much about her outburst, “there’s tissues in the glove compartment if you need them.”

“I’ll be alright” Kate said, while yawning.

“You tired? maybe you can take a nap, it’ll be a long road trip and the dogs are already sleeping”

“Maybe I can take a nap, you should wake me up when you want to switch places”

“Shush, just rest for now” You knew Kate had to be exhausted. She had a rough final’s week since her roommate managed to catch a nasty cold and she had to take care of her while studying. And when she got to the compound the archer was training nonstop, some rest was seriously overdue, even though she would never admit she was tired.

Glancing over at her the first thing you noticed was the dark circles under her eyes poor thing… However, another thing caught your attention towards her features. She looked pale, and her nose was red and chapped. Was she getting sick? Refocusing your thoughts on the road, you decided to brush it off, she just had a rough couple of weeks, that’s all. right?

About an hour later, all of you decided to take a pit stop at a cafeteria. Wanda was carsick, Yelena was hungry and the dogs needed to pee. Turning off the car you looked over to your girlfriend again. She looked so peaceful that you didn’t want to wake her up. Until her nose started twitching…

“Hhep’tSHHIEW!” She ducked her head inside her shirt, sneezing loudly into it, “Hh’uptSHHIEW!”

“Wow Katie! bless you! you alright?” You asked, concern slipping into your features as you rubbed her shoulder lightly.

“Yeah, i’m fine! it must be allergies or something.” she said, while rubbing her eyes.

“Hmm… I’m keeping my eye on you.” You said while narrowing your eyes as she gave you a light playful slap on you arm.

After the both of you took the dogs out, you finally reunited with the rest of the girls.

“Pleaaaase, i’m begging, just take Yelena with you I can’t take one more minute having to be in the same space as her” Natasha said as her sister shoved her lightly

“Sorry Tasha, it’s either Yelena or the dogs” You said chuckling.

“I still prefer the dogs” The redhead said, while shrugging dramatically.

“Haha very funny sestra.” Yelena said while rolling her eyes, a big grin plastered on her face.

“You doing better Wands?” You asked, noticing that the witch wasn’t as pale as before

“A little, just needed some air.” She said, smiling as natasha rubbed her shoulder.

“Kate needed a little air too, right Kates?” You said, bumping her hip.

“Hhup’tshiew! Hh-’iishiew! HHe’TSHHIEW! whew! excuse me!” Kate said, her cheeks glowing red with embarrassment.

“See, the mini archer is allergic to cheesy couples, you are a threat to her health!” Yelena said, gesturing to Wanda and Natasha.

Everyone laughed and blessed Kate and you all headed inside the cafeteria (which thankfully was pet friendly) to grab some snacks.

After everyone finished eating, you all started to get ready to get in the cars again.

“Yelena, i’ll be in control of the music now, your musica taste is good, but a little old.” The widow said, tired of hearing “miss american pie” for more than ten times in a row.

“My music isn’t old! it’s good quality music!”

As the sisters argued, Kate was rubbing her nose, trying to get rid of the annoying tingle in her sinuses.

“Hh-itshhiew! HhH’uptshiew! sorry, i’m gonna grab some tissue real quick” The archer said.

As soon as she entered the restroom, Wanda approached you.

“Y/N, i’m sensing some discomfort in her, is she feeling well?” she asked you, concern clear in her features.

“I don’t think so, but she won’t admit it, and I don’t wanna pressure her” You answered, honestly.

“Make sure to take care of her”

“I will”

as Kate returned, Natasha spoke: “So, everyone is ready to go?”

Everybody agreed and you got in the car, in your original positions.

“Wait, you don’t want to switch places?” Kate asked. You had just recently overcome your fear of driving, so she wanted to make sure that you were confortable.

“Thanks baby, I’m good!” You answered, if you said you were relaxed, you would be lying, but she clearly needed the rest.

“Hh-itshhiew! HhH’uptshiew! ugh sorry” she said as she reached for the tissues.

“You’re not feeling well, are you?” You said, pure love showing in your words.

“I’m not feeling too hot” The archer admitted.

You reached her forehead, frowning at the heat radiating from her. “I have to disagree with that, you’re really hot baby, I think you’re running a fever.”

“It wasn’t that bad, I thought I could sleep it off on our way to the beach, I’m really sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize, I’m always gonna take care of you, now try and sleep a little sweetie.” You said, giving your girlfriend a quick kiss on her temples.

You sent the girls a message to tell them the situation, and gave one more look at Kate, who was already asleep. She looked so peaceful, and beautiful, you couldn’t understand how she could look like a angel even while sick.

A few hours later, all of you finally arrived to the beach, and Kate was still in deep sleep. Feeling her forehead, you noticed that she was significantly warmer than earlier.

You decided to let her sleep for a little longer while you grabbed your things.

“How’s the little Bishop doing?” Yelena asked

“I think her fever spiked, she’s still sleeping in the car.” You answered

With everyone’s help, you quickly got your things inside the house.

“Kate, we’re here, c’mon, let’s get you inside” You said, while helping her out of the car.

She leaned against you, shivering as you got upstairs and sat her on the bed.

“I’m gonna make her some soup” Wanda said. “I’ll help you” Yelena added, and they both went downstairs.

“Y/N, I think she needs a shower in order to break that fever, you should help her out while I’ll go out and buy her some medicine” Natasha said, worried about her friend’s state

As the redhead exited the room, you turned to your girlfriend, who had fallen asleep again.

“Kate? how about we take a shower?” You kindly asked, gently massaging her scalp

“I’m too cold…” the archer answered, her voice was already hoarse and congested, making you wonder if her throat was hurting.

“It’s your fever that’s making you feel funny, but a quick shower might fix that, and i’ll be with you the whole time” you offered.

She nodded in approval and you helped her up, heading towards the bathroom. You turned on the shower, making sure to adjust the water temperature. You helped her out of her clothes.

As soon as she touched the water, her shivering intensified, and you felt guilty. You made sure to wash her body and hair and her chills became almost nonexistent, which meant that her fever probably broke.

“Thank you Y/N, i’m a little better now” Kate said, looking at you lovingly, and you noticed that she wasn’t as flushed as before.

“You welcome kitten, now let’s get you in the couch so you can eat and rest a little.”

As you finished helping her in her clothes and wrapping her up in a blanket, Wanda and Yelena returned with a tray of soup for everyone. It smelled amazing and everyone was hungry. They sat on the enormous sofa along with you and the dogs. You all decided to watch friends while eating.

“Even though I can’t fully taste it, this soup is amazing, thank you girls.” Kate said.

“Don’t mention it” Wanda replied

“I bet my macaroni and cheese is better, but this soup is tasty” Yelena said

“So y’all making a little party without me?” Natasha said, leaning against the doorframe, pharmacy bag in hand.

“Actually, we were just waiting for you to get the party started, come sit with us” You said, tapping the cushion.

Kate took a dose of the medicine and started to feel a little drowsy, she snuggled closer to you, closing her eyes.

“Thank you for taking care of me, girls.”

“We are your family, We’ll always take care of you.” you said while kissing her forehead.

She was glad to have a big loving family.

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OOH AL ALSO MAYBE "QUIET" FROM THE ASK GAME??? :3333

bruh i only just saw this- anyway yip!!

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At first, the biggest issue Visceral had with Raverie was his inability to get him to shut the fuck up, especially when he had guests over.

Initially he could just threaten him with a knife and tell him to be quiet, but Raverie quickly learnt what he was doing. He wasn’t an idiot.

Visceral then resorted to gagging him whenever he wasn’t present in the basement. Which worked as intended, thank fuck, and Visceral was grateful for the restored peace and quiet.

However, it also raised the issue of having to remove it each time he tortured him. And as much as it was the only issue, it was a tedious issue. Visceral wanted to hear him scream. Wanted to know that he was damaging this- this thing, this manifestation of the faults that he refused to accept that he even had.

Which was probably the main solution in the first place, but no. Visceral’s pride wouldn’t let him. He’d never admit that.

So eventually, he had to ditch the gag.

“Just- can you be quiet?” He hissed down at Raverie as he threw the gag aside to be forgotten. “You’re not even supposed to exist, so be fucking quiet!”

“O-Okay, I will, I’m.. I’m sorry” Raverie responded. He was just glad he wouldn’t have to suffer through an aching jaw for another night.

This got a sadistic grin from Visceral. “Good lad” He said, before promptly leaving.

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This actually worked, for a few weeks, until he invited Rayan over. Visceral practically never let characters into his domain, but he made exceptions for Rayan.

“Alright, I’m gonna go get us some food, you can look around if you want, to familiarise yourself” Visceral smiled. “Just uh- avoid the basement. No reason, just.. given your past. And all.”

“Oh, okay” Rayan responded, although with a hint of suspicion. It made sense, of course, there was just… something in Visceral’s tone. Something he didn’t quite bring himself to trust. He felt something was off.

So he asked where the toilet was. Visceral promptly answered, then he left. It gave him the perfect excuse to be gone for that bit longer, while he figured out what the fuck was going on here - or if he was just paranoid.

Raverie had memorised Visceral’s footsteps by now, along with his routine and everything, so hearing a new set at an off time threw him for a loop.

“…Hello?” Raverie called. The footsteps paused.

Rayan was a bit startled, at first. It sounded almost like a child, if not an early teen. But Visceral didn’t have any kids… right?

He glanced both ways down the hall, before spotting the stairs at the end of the hall that only seemed to lead downward. Undoubtedly a basement.

He glanced back the way he came again, and then quickly and silently made his way to the basement steps. Already he was hit with the painfully familiar, metallic smell of blood.

This, of course, made him a little worried. He tried the basement door, a simple wooden door with white paint chipping and peeling off left right and centre, and was surprised to find it was unlocked.

That’s when he found Raverie. Probably no older than 14, more or less. Tied to a chair under the basement window, which was less a window and more just a set of evenly spaced, rusted bars.

Not only that, but there was water on the floor that came through the bars, and down the wall. It was always raining in Visceral’s realm, for some reason.

But enough about that, there was just.. a young child, injured and cold, just here, in Visceral’s basement, a man he thought he could trust. Yet looking into the frightened, tentative grey eyes of this child…

He wasn’t so sure.

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A/N: Feel free to rewrite or continue on with! This is very rushed and I am very tired, so not only is it just random word spewing, it is not proofread, so apologies for any errors. Rayan Hyacinth belongs to my lovely mutual @n-h-y-r-v-u-s .

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