#I THOUGHT I HAD TO GO TO THE ER AGAIN BECAUSE I WASN'T BREATHING GOOD WITH THIS

[lewkwoodnco]

Falling For You - Lockwood x Reader

“First person to laugh loses.”

”Not fair! I’m always laughing when you’re around. You’re bloody ridiculous.”

”Fine. First person to…er, feel something, loses. Deal?”

It wasn’t a question as much as it was a challenge. She hesitated. He took a sip from his mug. She let go of the breath she was holding.

“Deal.”

a/n: tfw you almost die in the arms of your future employer :) rip lockwood and co, never an agents first choice be it in canon or fanon ok ill stop now also just to be clear we’re all ignoring how much the title sucks ass okay god only gave out a limited number of brain cells and we can’t ALL be as creative as @bella-rose29 (will make a separate post on this a little later, not enough space here) (but also she was SICKKK for coming up w the title deck the halls (and not your partner) ok didn’t mean to turn this into a belle appreciation post but 👍)

warnings/tropes: fluff fluff FLUFF, this is about as fluffy as it gets from me ashdkd, cringy pick up lines overload, also I declare plagiarism (?) of some rlly popular incorrect quotes, you'll know it when you read them

word count: 2.6k!

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She and Lucy were in the kitchen, putting the kettle on and waiting for the boys to reach home. The four of them had split up to get some errands done that morning before breakfast - she and Lucy went to collect the payment for a few jobs, while Lockwood and George dropped off some paperwork at DEPRAC headquarters. Lucy put the kettle on while she refilled their teabag jar, and a minute later the boys walked in.

George was telling Lockwood off for something, who wasn't looking too sorry for whatever it was that he had done, though he clearly cared enough to try to suppress his giggles.

"Those forms took me hours, Lockwood. I wasn't about to let you drop them into some slush."

"I keep telling you, I wasn't going to drop them."

"How would you know when you were too busy making an ass of yourself?"

"I haven't seen a good pickup line in a while, George. You found it funny too."

"Yes, and the threat of you chucking our forms was downright hilarious."

She handed out the mugs of tea.

"What pickup line?"

"It was just a DEPRAC ad. Something like 'Are you a wraith? Because you have me love-locked.' Just a reminder of some quick signs of a visitor presence for Valentine's Day." 

She meandered over to where Lockwood was standing at the kitchen counter, a little too casual. He immediately snapped up whatever he was scribbling. She looked mildly (read: exaggeratedly) injured, but he just gave her one of his winning smiles. Really, she was well within her rights to be suspicious.

"S'that?"

"A bill."

"What bill?"

"Nothing to worry about."

"I'm not worried."

"Good."

"Show me the bill."

"You're adorable."

It was a poor excuse of an attempt at a distraction, as she immediately started trying to snatch it away. Lockwood just held the folded paper above his head, trying to pry his jacket out of her yanking hands. After a minute or so of vehement struggling, the scuffle ended the way all of their scuffles ended - her playing at sour grapes.

"Oh! Go boil-yer-head. I don't even want to see that bill anyway."

He slotted the letter into an envelope smoothly as George cut in.

"Speaking of bills, hopefully, we'll be able to pay more of them off soon. Couples like to go away for Valentine's, so it's the perfect time to get any lingering visitors taken care of. We should put an ad in the paper, like DEPRAC."

That set Lockwood off again, and George groaned. As he got up to get another biscuit, she conspiratorially turned to Lockwood.

"Y'know, for someone who's so tickled by pickup lines, I bet you'd be terrible at them."

"Not more terrible than you."

"I beg to differ!"

"Wanna bet?"

"Thought you'd never ask."

“First person to laugh loses.”

”Not fair! I’m always laughing when you’re around. You’re bloody ridiculous.”

”Fine. First person to…er, feel something, loses. Deal?”

It wasn’t a question as much as it was a challenge. She hesitated. He took a sip from his mug. She let go of the breath she was holding.

“Deal.”

Their bet had taken a back burner in her mind while she was preparing for their case that night, but she was still immediately suspicious when she walked into the kitchen to see Lockwood innocently snacking on a bowl of raisins.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing."

"What are you going to do?"

"Nothing! Can't a guy eat his raisins?" He silently proferred the bowl to her. She narrowed her eyes. 

"No thanks."

"How about a date?"

"When did we get - oh. Ha ha." There was a mischievous crinkle in Lockwood's eye. "Sneaky. I was busy preparing for our case, like a proper agent."

"Hmm, excuses, excuses."

"Fine. If George finds out you haven't read tonight's case file, you're on your own."

"NO no no no please please please -"

She prepped a few pickup lines before they left, just enough to stop Lockwood from becoming completely unbearable.

"Are you a visitor? Because you've been haunting my dreams."

She scrunched up her nose. "Boo. That's terrible."

"You try coming up with a visitor-themed one. They're all so horrible."

She paused for a minute.

"Are you a Lurker? 'Cause you're making my heart race."

"...no one likes a show-off," he grumbled, and she smiled to herself as they continued rooting through boxes, looking for a potential Source.

"Your hand looks heavy. Could I hold it for you?"

"What's it like to be the most gorgeous person in this room?" That one got a good laugh out of him.

"Might be more flattering if my competition wasn't a Raw Bones. You’re pretty and I’m cute. Wanna be pretty cute together?"

"If you and I were socks, we'd make a great pair."

She revelled in the huge smile that lit up his face. She knew he'd get a kick out of that one.

She hadn't expected to have as much fun with their game as she did. They recounted their highlights to Lucy and George on the way home, which made for an entertaining end to the case. As Lucy and George put away their coats, Lockwood lingered behind, looking at her as if there was something he wanted to say, but couldn't quite find the words. She became even more alarmed when he placed a hand on her shoulder, because of how serious he looked.

"Is everything okay?" 

He took a shaky breath and tightened his grip on her shoulder ever so slightly.

"If you let me borrow a kiss, I promise I'll give it right back."

The line itself wasn't particularly outrageous, but in the darkness by the door, with their faces in the shadows and him holding her close, she momentarily forgot how to breathe.

"Good one," she whispered.

He gave her a sloping smile and retreated into the kitchen. She stood there for a moment, thinking about the warmth on her shoulder, as if his hand was still there.

"Did it hurt?"

"When I fell from heaven?"

"When you fell down the stairs. Right in front of us. It's been ten minutes and you haven't even gotten up yet."

With a strangled wheeze, he righted himself, looking more than a little stupid with his affronted expression and hair sticking up in all directions. They were on a case, and Lockwood had been a bit too close to the stairs whilst investigating the death glow on the landing. It had been quite a painful-looking rollercoaster of a fall with many bumps as he flailed for the railings, ending with a muffled scream.

"I was checking for broken bones."

"For ten minutes? Do you even have that many bones?"

He had an oily smirk on his face, though it was mostly nullified by his slightly crossed eyes.

"I've got...so many bones, I could give you a...wait. No. Hey lady, do you want a...bone? If you were a bone, you'd be in my...body...my body has all the bones...hang on. Okay, got it. Bones....fuck."

"...concussion?"

"Nuh-uh."

That was the moment his knees chose to buckle under him, and the three of them hurried to hold him upright. Even though he kept insisting he was fine, he was looking far too pale and woozy, so they flagged down a cab and pushed Lockwood into it. After a quick round of rock paper scissors, she joined him in the cab while George and Lucy got to stay to finish the job.

It had been a bit of a challenge to fumble for the key to the front door with the dead weight that was Lockwood compressing her spine, but she somehow managed. She tried her best to keep track of all of his long limbs after he knocked his head on the side of the door frame, groaning again. She dumped him onto their living room sofa, going down with him in the process, and with some difficulty peeled herself out of his grip. The bump had clearly taken quite a bit out of him, for by the time she returned with a blanket, he had completely passed out.

With some difficulty, she wrestled his rapier off of him and draped the blanket over him. She put away her own gear and rapier and curled up with a book on the armchair opposite the sofa. It was odd to see Lockwood sleeping. And even more odd to see him doing it so peacefully, like all thoughts and worries had been knocked clean out of his head. Much like her thoughts, the first time they met.

It hadn’t even been her goddamn fault. She had been lugging around her uncle’s rapiers since hers had been sent for cleaning and it was starting to make her arm ache. She deserved a little lean, no doubt. Only, what she thought was the door frame had been the door itself, so when her then-future employer had opened the door, she stumbled right into his arms.

And then promptly fell out of them when he let her go by surprise. To his credit, he was superfluously apologetic and sympathetic, and kept asking if her head was alright throughout the interview. It was a little annoying, if she were entirely honest, but she was grateful when that sympathy translated into a job, because all coherent thoughts in her head were lying somewhere on their front door runner.

As much as she tried not to think about the incident since Lockwood showed no sign of doing so himself, it kept her up at night more than she'd like to admit. But it had also been rather liberating, as there was little else she could do that would be any worse.

As if hearing her thoughts, Lockwood began to stir after an hour or so, opening his eyes blearily. She instinctively put her book down and crouched next to the sofa, where she immediately felt awkward. After a moment's hesitation, she placed her hand on his forehead, and they blinked at each other in confusion.

"How're you feeling?"

"Great." He cleared his throat, which barely helped his hoarse voice. "Chipper."

"Are you sure? Feeling chilly?"

"No, I'm fine. Are you a construction worker?"

"...huh?"

"Because you are building."

"What."

"I win."

He turned to his side and buried his face into his cushion with a satisfied look on his face. 

"Oh, Lockwood. I don't think..."

He pulled his head out of the cushion alarmingly fast. That couldn't have been good for his neck. "Ohhh, too good for my pickup lines now, eh?"

"I...what?"

"I get a bump on my head and you don't like my pickup lines no more?"

"Why do you have a Brooklyn accent?"

"You's got a Brooklyn accent."

"Okay, now you're just throwing a tantrum."

He fussed for a few more minutes, muttering out of the corner of his mouth or into the cushion, but eventually calmed down. As his eyes fluttered close, his breathing becoming long and even, she quietly got up to leave.

"Just so you know...I do think you're building."

The Brooklyn accent was gone, and though his low murmur was comfortably familiar, something in it sent a spark running through her brain.

"I think you're building too."

She could have sworn he had a small smile before his mouth relaxed as he drifted off again.

She didn't see much of him after that, given how much rest he needed, and the reprieve from their game was a welcome relief. The pickup lines didn't slide off her tongue as easily when she meant them as much as she did now. Still, she couldn't hide from him forever, and ran into him in the kitchen a few nights later.

"Oh. Hey."

He held up the biscuit tin. "Hello. Catching up on my biscuit rations."

She smiled. "Feeling better?"

"Definitely. A little sick of lying about, but I think I've finally got my head on straight."

He smiled, and the tension between them melted. She smiled back.

"Must have been scary, having your brain go wonky like that." 

"It was...wild. I don't even know how I had the presence of mind to put my rapier away."

Her cheeks burned as she pointedly rummaged through their pantry for a snack while Lockwood brewed tea for the both of them. They sat at the kitchen table in silence, slowly sipping their tea as they ignored the elephant in the room. That is, until Lockwood broached the subject.

“Did it hurt?”

She put her mug down. “Lockwood.”

“Did it hurt?” He pressed, firmly.

“I’ve already heard this one.”

“Just - humour me for a minute, won’t you?”

She looked at the little she could see of his face, given how close they were sitting, and gave a small sigh.

“So. Did it hurt?”

“When I fell from heaven?”

“When you fell into my life.” 

He lightly squeezed her hand, it was only then that she realised that they were holding hands. She choked on her breath in a mildly undignified manner, but with the proximity and the unexpected answer, she was well and truly taken aback. She waited for the embarrassment to kick in. There were a lot of things to be embarrassed about at that moment - how he could probably see every imperfection on her face, how he could probably tell how nervous she was getting from how clammy her palm must be, and of course that he remembered their dreadfully embarrassing first encounter.

But the shame never came. If anything, she felt oddly…touched. There wasn’t anything embarrassing about the memory anymore. It was…as much as it pained her to admit it…slightly romantic. She looked away from his face, shaking her head slightly, staring at their gripping hands. So easy it was to hold onto each other in the shadows, but terrifying in the daylight. Scratch that, it was terrifying to see herself holding his hand just as tightly as he held hers. Maybe he did compel…something in her.

His hand disappeared into his pocket, and a moment later he was pulling out a familiar, weathered envelope. 

"I've never...I've never asked anyone to be my Valentine. Never knew how it worked. Still don't really know how it works. So I tried writing it all down, and..." Lockwood frowned at the loopy yet measured scrawls in front of him. He sighed in defeat, crumpling the letter. "...and I still don't know how it works."

She swallowed through the lump in her throat. "Me neither. But..." she tore her eyes away from the table, looking at his face with his emotions stacked plain as day. "I think we know enough."

She curled her fingers into his. Years ago, she hadn't thought knowing if she was in love would ever be an issue, but for so many years she struggled to find the love they wrote books, songs and poetry about. But sitting here now, in the dim light of the kitchen, with a person whose face she could trace in her sleep, she realised Little Her had had it right all along.

“I always thought you were very nice to me in that interview. A little too nice.”

“You didn’t hear the way you screamed. I thought you were going down with a heart attack.”

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[ddejavvu]

omfg imagine fairy reader getting off rubbing on Aaron’s finger or idk something bc she’s so tiny

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Damn Aaron for being so attentive. You know that's his job, he's told you before that he has to stay vigilant, that he notices little things because it could save his life one day, but all it's done today is embarrass you. You'd been trying to muffle your moans with one of his t-shirts, buried in the fabric in the drawer he'd set up for you, but it wasn't working.

"Y/N?" He calls, and your eyes blow wide open from where you're nestled in his dresser drawer, "Hey, where are you? Are you alright?"

You don't answer at first, barely breathing to keep silent. But he doesn't let up, and you can hear his footsteps trekking to the bed, "Y/N? What's going on, sweetheart? Can you hear me?"

The next time he says your name it's louder, like he'd assumed the answer to his last question was no. You feel guilty about the concern in his voice, mouth dry as you finally respond, "I'm okay, Aaron."

You hear him freeze, then he realizes you're in the drawer and he's on it in seconds. Light spills into the previously dark space, and you make sure that all he can see is your head popping out from the fabric of his shirt.

"Hi," You smile sheepishly, face on fire as the one below your belly begs for attention. You definitely look strange, wide-eyed and half-buried in a shirt, but you don't think Aaron's figured out why yet.

"Hi," He hums, a neutral frown tight on his face. He's studying you, you realize, and you try to loosen up.

"I was trying to get a nap in," You explain, "I figured your bed would be too big for me all alone."

"I see," Aaron nods, "And you were... having a nightmare?"

"What?"

"You were crying," Aaron reminds you, "Or- or whining, or groaning, or-"

"I wasn't-" You rush to stop him, and something twitches in his left eye. His mouth hangs open with the hint of his next word but it never comes, and he nods slowly, just once.

"Oh."

"Aaron, I-" You wish you could sit up, flutter over to his face and make up some scattered excuse as to what was really happening, but if you do, he'll see your very naked form, "Not, like- I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine." He assures you, already making to close the drawer again, "I'll... leave you to it."

"No!" You rush to catch his hand, current state of dress forgotten, and when you catch his finger, the shirt falls off of you. There you stand- er, hover, thighs pressed together and chest on display.

"Don't go," You beg, and Aaron freezes up. He can't shut the drawer anymore, not unless he wants to squish you, and you've got a good grip on his finger.

"It's okay," He hums, worried you'll think he's judging you, "Really, everyone- uh, everyone does it. I just didn't think about it before I came in. But it's okay, I promise. I'm not upset or anything like that."

"No," You whimper, clutching tighter still at his hand, "I'm- I need, uh, help."

You're clutching so tight to Aaron's finger that you can feel it tense up.

"Help," He repeats cautiously, and you nod, nervous tears pricking at your eyes.

"I- I just," You stammer, heartbeat so loud it's in your ears, "I can't.. finish. And I don't know what to do, and I thought that if you helped me-"

"I shouldn't," Aaron hums sympathetically, "I- I don't want you to get attached to me like that. Not because I helped you."

"That's not why I want your help," You promise, wings fluttering to give you a little more air in the drawer. You hover straight onto his palm, using most of your willpower not to jump him right then and there, "I like you, Aaron. And I'd like you even if you hadn't helped me. We wouldn't have met," You realize, "But- but that's not the point! The point is, I need help, and I want it from you."

He takes a moment to consider, then his thumb curves up from where it had been flat beside the rest of his fingers to brush over your outstretched calves. Your breath hitches at the gentle touch he administers, and he keeps a close watch on your reaction.

"Are you sure?" He asks, and you've never nodded more vigorously.

"I'm sure," You scramble to your knees as Aaron curls his pointer finger in towards you. You appreciate the fact that he keeps his nails trimmed well, and he watches with a tight chest as you flip yourself onto your back. You lay with your head against his wrist, hands gripping his bent thumb for stability. It means that his pointer finger, when curled just right, brushes over your leaking slit, and you jolt in his palm.

"You okay?" He pauses, but you nod, "Yes! Yes, I'm okay, I'm- Aaron, please, keep going."

"Okay," He hums, experimentally pushing his finger against your slit. You're already slicked open from your previous activities, so he doesn't have trouble wetting the tip of his finger, but the stretch of his pointer finger is tantalizingly blissful as you writhe in his palm.

"Aaron, I need-" You pant, gripping his thumb like a lifeline, "I need more! More, please!"

"Shh," He soothes, rubbing his thumb down your side as he pushes his thumb further into your cunt, "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll take care of you."

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[cumulo-stratus]

Trypanophobia

Request- yes/no

Pairing- Spencer Reid x FtM!reader

Summary- spencer helps you with your T shots because your fear of needles is getting in the way <3

Warnings- Needles, discussions of fear of needles, Spencer being a pookie bear 🫶

A/N- thank you so much for the request lovie!! We love a good ftm reader ☺️🫶 and thank you everybody for all the love recently, I've had a lot of fun writing more often!!

wc- 1.1k

This wasn't supposed to happen. 

It wasn't supposed to go like this. 

Spencer was supposed to be there with you. 

The needle shook between your fingers, you could barely hold it with how intense your hands trembled. You tried to ground yourself by focusing on the cold tile of the bathroom floor, the perpetual sound of the whirring fan above you. But the shaking wouldn't stop, you even tried your other grounding strategies, recommended by Spencer's bubbly coworker, penelope. But you couldn't get the needle straight- and you probably wouldn’t. But you had to try. 

Ill tell you, trying didn't work- you couldn't stop spiraling at the idea of a sharp object piercing your skin. And now you were left with a still full of testosterone needle on the floor next to you, tear stained cheeks, and a boyfriend who wasn’t supposed to be home for at least another four or five hours. It was a sticky situation and you were left reeling at the fact that this would have to be done at some point. You didn't want the little testosterone you could afford to go to waste, after all, the FBI is not as lucrative of a career as one might think, and you don't get paid to go to university.

You were so caught up in your own thoughts, and doubts to hear the sound of the door to your apartment opening and closing again. 

Spencer. 

Your saving grace Spencer, as he always was and always would be found you sitting on the floor of the tiny bathroom, leaning against the toilet and crying with a needle in your hand. Spencer's mind immediately went to the worst, his own fears and experiences flooding his memory- but then he saw the little bottle labeled ‘Testosterone’, and lots of other little labels he couldn't read. 

“Oh darling what happened? come ’ere.”

Spencer opened his arms and invited you to lean into him, just as you often did. but today you needed it more than most days. 

“I- I i’m sorry- i shou-“

“don’t apologize- we all have hard days, just tell me what happened okay love?”

you nodded, knowing there was no arguing when he shuts down your apologies like that. his hands started rubbing up and down your back in a soothing motion, trying to calm the occasional sob that still bubbled up. You took a breath before responding, trying not to let your voice crack when you spoke. 

“i tried spencer- i tried so hard to do it on my own- but I can't. And I know I should, it's just a needle it's not that big a deal! but- but-“

Words tumbled from your lips so fast that your brain could barely keep up, but you were interrupted again by Spencer pressing his lips to yours, effectively stopping you from rambling any further. When he pulled away there was a smile on his face, and you couldn't stop the small, sorrowful smile that slipped onto your lips when he kissed you. Spencer's kisses always did that, they always made you smile.

“slow down handsome, i'll do it for you it's okay,”

Spencer's tone was soft and caring, his voice never failed to quiet your thoughts. But you still couldn't bring yourself to look in his eyes- old habits die hard and accepting help from others, especially when you were vulnerable like this was a hard drug to kick.

“Are you sure? you don’t have to if you don't want to- don’t feel like you have to,”

Spencer just chuckled and picked up the needle from its fallen place on the white tile, his encyclopedic knowledge coming in handy, allowing him to know how to properly clean and handle the needle.

Spencer decided to lead you from the bathroom and onto the large, plush couch which offered much more comfort than the bathroom floor. He made sure your left leg was hanging off the couch and that your shorts were pushed up so he had access to it your upper, outer, thigh. All his motions were gentle and intentional, carefully trying to make the experience as comfortable as possible despite your fear of needles. 

Spencer could still sense the doubt in your eyes at the notion of him doing so much for you, but he put that to rest by taking your hand in his and placing a kiss on the knuckles and reassuring you, “You know i don't mind taking care of you, you know- i actually enjoy it. You're my prince, I'm gonna treat you like it-” Spencer had an almost bashful smile on his lips when he spoke, causing you to blush.

“i know- i just dont think im ever gonna get used to it,”

Your comment made Spencer chuckle as he did the final preparations for your injection, he was honestly more giddy then you were for your first shot. But Spencer had always been one of your biggest supporters in your transition.

“Alright I'm gonna count to three, and do the shot on three, ready?”

You nodded and steeled yourself, turning your head the other direction so you wouldn't have to look at it. With everything set, spencer began to count.

“1…2…3…”

Spencer poked you with the needle on two.

You yelped and turned to Spencer with an incredulous look on your face, mouth agape at his perceived betrayal. Your boyfriend smirked, leaving a peck on your cheek before saying, “ baby your muscles were gonna be tensed and it would’ve hurt more if I did it on three- I did it all out of love,”. The playful tone of Spencer's voice matched his expression, and you mirrored it- all notions of betrayal forgotten for Spencer's soft touch as he pulled you into his arms for a bone crushing hug. 

“I'm proud of you, you know. Trypanophobia affects 1 in 4 adults, and you have to do this everyday now! you’re so strong, even if you need some help sometimes..”

Spencer punctuates his statement with a meaningful kiss to your lips, holding your hands as he does. His palms radiate heat into your own slightly chilly extremities. Spencer was practically a human heater, and you always took advantage of it in times like this. 

You eventually pulled away for air with a smile, but it fell again and you leaned your head back with a groan. Immediately spencer was worried he’d done something wrong, but his worries dissipated when you spoke again,

“I'm gonna have to do this everyday! for the next who knows how long,”

You punctuated your complaint with a groan, your head flopping back forward to smush your face into your boyfriend's shoulder, muffling the groan. Spencer just chuckled and placed a small kiss on your scalp, and mumbling,

“And i'll be there for every one of them.”

The End

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[highdramas]

hey bae!! can i pls request a fluffy steve harrington imagine, s3/s4 er’s with the fake dating friends to lovers trope? ty!!

eeeee i loved this!!! i drew some inspo from to all the boys i've loved before <3 love a shy reader moment!!! thank you for sending and i hope you enjoy [wc: 3249.] <3

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you don't know how the letters got out. how the hell would the letters have gotten out?

you're going through things to get rid of in preparation of going to college-- sure, you were just going to school in indianapolis, but it was better than staying this hell hole of a town even one second longer-- but the hatbox was gone. no, not gone. worse. it was empty.

the expletive you let out has your father screaming from down the hall. "what did i say about language?!"

"sorry!" you squeak as you continue to throw clothes over your shoulders, furrowed brows. "no, no, no..." you groan and cover your face with your hands. this is cruel. god is a cruel, petty thing, you decide.

haven't you been good? you volunteer at the humane society. you never got detention in high school. you'd never stolen anything. you liked to think that you were a good person-- quiet, maybe. introverted, definitely. shy more than anything. and, well, that's how you got into this debacle in the first place.

a hopeless romantic by nature, you could never fathom truly confessing to the loves of your lives. especially considering all of those loves definitely did not feel the same way towards you. i mean-- was king steve going to have a crush on you? no way. which was why it was easy to write your love confession on the page, seal it up, address, stamp, and all-- and place it in the hatbox to never be seen again.

until now.

"honey--" you hear your mother call from downstairs. "someone's asking for you on the phone."

"who?!" you yell back, gripping the banister.

"steve harrington."

your blood goes cold.

you would take ten extra volunteer shifts at the humane society if it meant that all of this would go away.

you shuffle downstairs and take the phone from your mom, leaning against the wall, glancing from right to left as if he was really there with you. "hello?"

"and his hair-- he has the most gorgeous hair i've ever seen. i want to run my hands through it and--"

"STOP!" you run your hand over your face and squeeze your eyes shut. "oh my god, literally, please--"

"oh, c'mon. i'm giving you shit. you know, this whole letter is really sweet. you're a good writer. and sending right before you go off to college? bold move. i respect it." steve's voice has the warmth of a smile embedded into it. you can picture him on the other line, the crisp strawberry stationary in his big hand.

you don't know why you had picked strawberries for steve. it seemed fitting at the time.

breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth, you say slowly, "that wasn't meant to get to you. and, for the record, that was written, like, three years ago."

"wow. you wound me. well, either way, really boosted my ego. i figured i would come by and thank you in person. you live off church street, right? the little green house?"

stammering, you can barely get a word out before he says, "okay, cool, i thought so. see you in ten."

and he hangs up on you. just like that.

it reminds you exactly why your crush on king steve went away in the first place.

--

steve makes it to your house in eight minutes. he comes right up to the door and knocks, and when you open it, frantic and frazzled and with your sweater on backwards, he looks you up and down.

"your tag's sticking out." he tucks it back in for you. "and... it's backwards."

"i realize that now."

"great."

for a moment you're just staring at one another. then steve cracks a smile. "c'mon. can i get you, like, a milkshake or something? you look a little shaky, some sugar would probably--"

but everything goes silent. because approaching your door behind steve is ryan stewart, holding a letter of his own.

"fuck," you hiss under your breath, eyes darting to steve.

"woah, she curses! cool. i always thought you were super uptight, you know--" his words are cut off when you take him by the face and bring him to you, your lips crashing against his. it's slightly awkward; you're mostly kissing his top lip and your noses are crushed together a bit. but his hand finds a home on your waist and you feel his fingertips grip into your skin slightly. when you pull away, you can feel the fire on your face. and when you look over steve's shoulder at ryan, you feel a sick sort of triumph.

"milkshakes sound great, steve," you say the words loud enough for ryan to hear and you wrap your arm around his, calling over your shoulders to your parents that you'll be back soon. the look on steve's face is nothing short of befuddled, but when he turns around and sees ryan stewart standing there with a letter in hand, something seems to click into place.

he shifts your position from an awkward arm lock to a natural draping of his arm across your shoulder. he offers ryan a smile that says-- hey, can i help you? "hey, stewart," he says, nodding his head at him as he walks by.

ryan opens his mouth to say something but steve has already shuffled you into his car. he even opened the door for you. by the time the two of you are inside and steve is driving away, ryan has barely turned in his spot.

silence fills the car. you touch your bottom lip and you feel steve's eyes on you. "well," he begins. "your technique could use some work, but not a bad kiss, all things considered."

dumbfounded where you sit, you slowly glance over at him to see him wearing the biggest smirk imaginable.

and some of your lipstick.

you groan and cover your face with your hands, a muffled, "i'm sorry." getting out. barely. all you can hear is his laughter and when you drop your hands, you can't help but admire just how pretty he looks when he's laughing.

"you don't have anything to be sorry for. a pretty girl kissed me? wow, what a hardship." steve looks over at you. "i'm more curious as to what ryan stewart did to make you kiss me like that."

crossing your arms over your chest, you look out the window. "okay, well-- remember when i told you about the letters?" he nods his head. "well, like i said, you're not the only one who got one. you, ryan, eddie munson, and a boy from summer camp when i was twelve. instead of risking embarrassment and putting my feelings out there, i wrote the letters. and i always felt better when i did."

steve is quiet for a moment before he says, "that's sorta sad, and doesn't answer my question, really."

you roll your eyes and continue. "well, ryan's letter was different than the other ones. it was... a heartbreak letter. ryan and i had dated for six months last year but wanted to keep it a secret. from everyone. and then he ended things with me and got with someone else. prom king and queen." your head falls back against the headrest. "so i wrote how i felt. just like i always do. and you know what? you getting your letter, fine. eddie? he'll be nice about it. the boy from summer camp? who knows if he even got his. but that letter getting out..." you shrug, feeling meek in all the worst ways. "i didn't want him to feel sorry for me. or think that i'm sad and hung up over him, because i'm not. and you were... right there. and i wanted him to see that someone else would kiss me. in public." you press your lips together. "i realize that also sounds sad."

"it does, but not because of you. it sounds sad because ryan is a total dickhead." steve pulls into the parking lot of the diner and he turns and looks at you. "i think i have an idea."

--

"this'll never work."

"it'll absolutely work," steve says with a grin. "it'll make ryan jealous as hell, and remind girls what they're missing when they're not going out with me. i mean, it's basically foolproof. and at the end we go our separate ways with no ill will for one another. c'mon-- give credit where credit is due."

you slide your milkshake closer to yourself and take a long sip. "well, how long do we do this for?"

"you're moving away in three months for school. that seems like a good chunk of time, don't you think?" steve leans forward on his forearms. "look, i know i say a lot, but you don't have to do this if you don't want to. it was just... an idea." he shrugs and you don't know if you've ever seen steve so... sheepish before.

"no. no. it's... it's a good idea, unfortunately." you pause. "but there's going to need to be rules!"

"rules! rules, we can do rules. easy. what rules are you thinking?"

"well... how much time are we going to spend together? how much will we kiss? we're gonna have to go out in order for people to see about us and hear about us, so where are we gonna go? what about--"

steve's hand reaches out and covers yours. it's warm, and calloused slightly. like he's a star baseball player. "we'll figure all of that out. i promise." his thumb swipes across your skin. "contrary to popular belief, i do know how to date someone. how to make someone feel... special." he peers at you. "i can do that stuff for you, too. you know--" he clears his throat. "to make it all more believable."

breathless, you nod your head. "yeah," you smile. "believable."

--

you and steve harrington were the absolute talk of hawkins, indiana. one month into this... experiment and everyone had an opinion, everyone had a comment. even the kiss in front of ryan had become public knowledge. ryan told one person, one told another person, who told five people... and suddenly, after feeling mostly invisible through your high school career, you feel very visible. almost uncomfortably so.

but steve is a good partner in it. there's a reason why you wrote him a letter those years ago-- maybe even then you had seen something in him that other people didn't always recognize. regardless of the bravado, you always felt like there was something... soft about him. a soft underbelly that few people ever got. and now, you know that you were right all along.

because after a day at park, rolling around in the grass and reading to steve and looking around to see who's watching... he could be anywhere else. but he's here, at your house, with you. watching grease.

"your hair kinda reminds me of danny's," you say with a smile. you reach across the couch and run your hand through it; in the weeks that you've been putting on this ruse, you've gotten extremely comfortable around steve. that part is not fake. not one bit. "i like it."

steve smiles and settles further into your couch. "well, does that make you my sandy?"

"i guess so." you scrunch your nose up. "but i never really liked sandy's ending. i mean, why should she change herself to fit in with everyone else? she knows who she is. i never thought that was fair." you scoot a little closer to steve, subconsciously. you'd both agreed that no one could know about your arrangement, especially not your parents. so you supposed that sitting close to him on the couch wasn't that weird.

even if your parents weren't home.

"it's not fair. sandy was cute before the jumpsuit." steve shrugs his shoulders and looks over at you. there's a silence as you two stare at each other. "i'm cool with you being my sandy," the corner of his mouth turns up and he opens his arms. "c'mere."

"steve-- my parents aren't home, we don't have to--"

"it's not for anyone to see. you don't like to cuddle?"

you huff and settle into his arms, your cheek squished against the strong plane of his chest, your legs stretched out across the couch. "of course i like to cuddle."

"that's what i thought."

you both fell asleep like that. you're awoken by steve's gentle touch, brushing your hair from your eyes and shaking your shoulder. "hey-- hey, baby, we fell asleep."

you grumble but don't make any moves to get up any time soon. you feel steve's laugh on your cheek more than you hear it. "alright, you leave me no choice--" you groan in discontent when he slips out from under you. but then he's scooping you up into his arms.

steve takes you up the stairs and into your bedroom, laying you down gently. he pulls back the covers and tucks you beneath them. your eyes flutter open to find him watching you with a lovely smile. truly lovely-- it's the smile that gives you butterflies. "you can't stay?" you whisper, and if you were fully awake, you'd be mortified for asking such a thing.

"don't want to get you in trouble." he pushes your hair back and kisses your cheek, your forehead. "i'll come by in the morning, take you to breakfast. how's that sound?"

you nod your head and yawn. your hand rubs at his arm, a matching smile on your own face. "okay."

"okay," steve whispers. he leans forward and kisses your cheek again. "sweet dreams. see you in the morning."

--

you're not sure how three months went by so quickly.

you also don't know how to reckon with the fact that they went by so quickly because you loved every single moment of them.

it wasn't just that steve was a good fake boyfriend-- steve was just a good person. a good friend. every moment that you spent around him, you wanted to bottle that moment up and live in it forever. he was, whether you wanted to admit it or not, your favorite person.

ryan was an afterthought. none of this was for him, anymore. this... it was all for steve.

"where should i put this one?" steve asks, holding up a box labeled books. "you have, like fifty books boxes. do you even get a bookshelf in your dorm?"

your childhood bedroom is in tatters, picked apart and almost all packed up for your drive tomorrow. you'd be staying at steve's tonight prior to your drive. an occurrence that wasn't all that rare, anyway. you always slept side by side, and it always ended with his strong arms wrapped all around you.

steve and the kids would be there for your send off. another wonderful addition to bringing steve into your life-- the kids that came along with him. dustin was your favorite, but you weren't going to tell that to the others.

and while three months ago, you couldn't wait to get out of hawkins... you don't feel that same excitement now. you're still excited, definitely, but... you have something that you're going to be missing, now. you hadn't exactly planned for that.

you have someone who you'll be missing.

"i can always make room for books," you say, turning your nose up at steve. "you can set it there," you point to another stack of boxes. "thanks for helping."

"'course. that's what a boyfriend's there for."

silence falls over the two of you and you think that steve realizes what he said, because he suddenly goes rigid as he sets the box down with the others. "i mean-- like, a friend. a boy that's a friend. and also your fake boyfriend. i--" he sighs and rubs his face. "fuck."

setting down the tape in your hand, you turn your attention more fully to steve. his hand drops and he meets your gaze and for the first time, you can see everything written all over his face. like he's dropped a mask that's been hiding his real, true feelings. or maybe you'd just been too blind to see it. "say that again."

"a boy that's a friend?"

"no. before that."

he pauses. "that's... that's what a boyfriend is there for?"

you nod your head slowly. "is that... is that how you view yourself? with me? my boyfriend... for real?"

steve's cheeks start to go pink. "i mean... i know you're my best friend. and i know that i fucking love being around you. and i know that... i know that shit started to get a little blurry for me. probably a few months ago. i-- you know, i just... i don't really feel like i'm pretending anymore." he blinks and you can see the nerves on his body. it's what leads you to cross the room towards him and take his hand in yours. "is that... is that what you want?"

"steve," you whisper. "you got a letter in the first place because when i was fifteen i was crazy about you. and i think... i think i've always been a little crazy about you. so... yes. that's what i want."

gentle fingertips trace down your jaw. "i guess not much changes, anyway." he smirks a little. "we've been dating for..."

"three months. two days." you shrug your shoulders as his eyes widen. "i pay attention, i guess..."

steve laughs and he brings you in by the waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck. "that's my girl." he goes quiet. "i'm gonna miss you. i was always gonna miss you, but... you know, indianapolis isn't far. i'll come and visit. you'll come home for holidays. we'll... we'll be fine."

your fingers run through steve's hair. "i'm gonna miss you too. what you said earlier? about me being your best friend? you're mine too."

he squeezes your waist and it wrings another smile out of you. steve makes you hopelessly lovesick, in the best of ways.

--

steve ended up driving up with you, helping you set up your dorm alongside your parents. and after you shed your tears when your parents left, after you anxiously paced the floor anticipating the moment that steve would have to leave. "hey, hey, hey," steve finally says, stopping your movements. "i have something for you before i go."

you open your mouth and he shakes his head. "no, no. let me do this." from his back pocket, he procures a letter. complete with your dorm address and a cute stamp in the top right corner. he holds it out to you. "i want you to read this when you miss me most. not tonight-- tonight, i want you to go and have fun and make friends. your roommate seems cool. i'm talking, like, october." he pauses. "can you do that for me?"

your eyes shine with unshed tears. "steve..." it's practically a whimper. you look up at him and you say, "i love you."

wrapping himself around you, his hand rubs your back. "i love you too," he whispers into your ear. "never loved anyone like this before."

butterflies swarm in your stomach. and you still don't know how those letters got sent-- but you've never been so thankful for fate working its magic than you are for that letter being sent, and bringing steve to your doorstep on a warm may afternoon.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fluff #steve x reader #steve fluff #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fic #my writing

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Sitting on top of the kitchen counter, Carmen drummed his fingertips along his palm to the rhythm of constant thoughts. His pace quickened at the thought of the restaurant being four weeks away from opening, and yet, they still weren’t fucking ready. It slowed when he thought of last night with you, the first time in months he had gotten a decent sleep. Then it quickened once more when his mind circled back to the never-ending list of shit that needed to be done throughout the week. Before finally, slowing down to a steady tempo when he exhaled, bringing his thoughts back around to you. It calmed him. You calmed him. Yet, everything about that terrified the hell out of him. Simply because anything considered good, Carmen tended to self-sabotage. He did it at the family barbecue, getting an ear full from Suga when you had explained why you were leaving early. He said some shit, you said some shit back until Carmen played the "You deserve better than me" card. You listened and vented to Suga who then proceeded to tell Carmen how much of an asshole he was, leading him to sulk throughout the barbecue debating with himself whether he should call and apologize. He called that night, silence greeting him on the other line. He left a voicemail apologizing, and one year later he finally saw you again, standing in his shamble of a restaurant. The first word out of his mouth had been a low whisper of “Fuck”. But the good kind. The kind where the surprise was pleasant and a welcome breath of fresh, calming air after the mind fuck of the day.

Now, one month later, it felt as if the barbecue fallout never occurred and the two of you hadn't lost those 365 days. He had come home to you standing by the stove, the very place Carmen’s eyes had been staring at for the past 10 minutes. Remembering you in one of his white shirts after accidentally spilling wine on your black sweater top. He smiled when the memory of a faint blush radiated off your cheeks in the middle of you rambling on and on about how you weren’t sure if he would be okay with you borrowing his shirt. He kissed you mid-sentence, mixing the taste of white wine and cigarettes, leading to dinner being forgotten.

"Carm?". He looked up, softly smiling when he saw you walk around the corner. His white shirt looking so much better on you. "You okay?". 

He nodded, frowning his brow soon after. "I'm-I'm not entirely sure. Last night was...it was amazing, you know?".

"I do, I was there". You cheekily replied, smiling at him.

Carmen smiled back, starching his cheek before playing with your hand. Rubbing it, tracing up and down your fingers, just feeling your soft skin against his callous hands. "But I-I woke up this morning and I, I don't know, I had this thought that scared the shit out of me. And my mind, it er...it kept going back to the barbecue".

"That wasn't our best moment". You whispered, remembering that afternoon as if it happened yesterday. Richie had just started on the grill, the others enjoying the sunshine and drinks while you and Carmen were in Suga's kitchen. In two minutes it went from smiling and stealing kisses to watching Carmen's face drop as he chopped the tomatoes. Yelling followed shortly after as the two of you debated in circles about the relationship. Out of the blue, no warning, that was Carmen. A winter blizzard or the warm sun gliding across your skin, there was no in-between with him. It was either no emotion or an overload of emotion.

"It wasn't my best moment. And I'm sorry that I was such an asshole".

"You don't need to apologize again, Carmy. I heard your voicemail".

"You did?"

Stepping a little closer, you nodded. "I should have called you back, or at least texted, but I-".

"You didn't owe me anything, alright. I was the one who messed up. That is why I'm so fucking nervous about messing it up this time".

Brushing his hair away, Carmen closed his eyes for half-second to relax in your touch. "What if I'm the one who fucks it up?". You whispered.

"Not possible. It'll be me. And I don't want to, you know? I, um, I'm trying very hard to be present. To focus on you when you need me. But sometimes I feel-".

"Overwhelmed?".

"So overwhelmed". He exhaled as he rubbed his thumb across your palm.

"We're both going to mess up. Make mistakes, say the wrong thing. Get frustrated at the other for not listening, for not paying attention. But I won't give up trying to make this work. Because I really want this to work".

"I want this to work too".

"Then we'll find ways to make it work, Carm". You reassured him.

"Even when I'm being a piece of shit?".

"Especially when you're being a piece of shit".

Smiling at each other, Carmen ran his thumb gently across your cheek. "I really like that you're here".

"Me too". You replied, adding. "Is there anything else you're thinking about?"

"I'm thinking you're very, very beautiful". He confessed, leaning in to kiss you. Like dinner, breakfast was forgotten. And for worse or for better, you and Carmen were determined to take this second chance and build it all back up again.

#the bear #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy x reader #it's short but i'm not going to over think it and just post

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Found

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: After the fight with Daryl, you ran away. The archer feels guilty and decides to look for you. The problem? You can't be found... Neither in Alexandria, nor in the Kingdom - what leaves him in utter worry...

Warnings: the usual TWD stuff, angst, injuries, Leah being a pain in the ass, lots of fluff and Daryl being protective!

Set in Season 9 - not 10, lol...

Word Count: 4k - whoops...

a/n: Part 2 to 'Lost' is finally here! 😁 Thanks for being so hyped about this! ☺️ I had a lot of fun writing part 2 and I mean... I clearly couldn't just leave it like that, right? Daryl needs to get his girl back, right? 😁 I really hope y'all like it!

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MASTERLIST

He heard the blood rush into his ears, felt the pain in his chest, as he watched her ride away. Out of his sight - out of his life. Daryl wanted to run after her and find the right words to make it all alright again, but his feet were like glued to the ground. He couldn't move. All he could do, was stare after the woman he loved and blame himself for being such a stupid idiot.

"Who is that?" The familiar voice of Leah urged suddenly to his ears. Only now did he recognise, that she had walked over to him and was standing now directly beside him. "Daryl, who is that?" Leah repeated her question. The archer sighed, felt the stinging tears in his eyes. "Y-Y/N." "No." He heard her say, as she stepped in front of him with crossed arms, blocking his view. "Who is she?" Of course knew Daryl what she meant, but the last thing he wanted was to discuss that with her now. "My friend." Leah shook her head. "Oh come on... You can't fool me. She wasn't just a friend. You said you love her. Do you say that to every friend?" Daryl shook his head, "I don't wanna talk 'bout that with ya." and tried to walk past Leah. He had to find you. But she didn't let him. She stood in his way, stopping him. "No, you're not just walking out of this!" Daryl tried it again, but once more Leah stopped him and placed both her hands on his chest in an attempt to push him back - what barely worked. "Tell me! Who is that woman?! Is she your girlfriend?!" The collision was inevitable now. The man was aware of that. "Yes, she is." Leah scoffed, looking at him incredulously - almost offended at his words. "Your girlfriend?" Slowly, but surely, Daryl began to lose his temper at the petulant behaviour of Leah. "Yeah. Got a problem with that?" Another scoff. "Isn't that obvious, Daryl?! Yes, yes, I do have a problem with that?!" "Why?!" "Because I thought you and I were a thing?!" His brows furrowed in disbelief. "What?! No! We ain't somethin'!" The woman's jaw dropped. "You call this nothing, but what you have with that poor excuse of a woman is something?! Are you shitting me?!" The archer shook his head, offended by his so-called friend's words. "Nah. That 'poor excuse of a woman' means everything ta me. I love 'er and I certainly ain't goin' to lose 'er, 'cause of you!" With those words he quickly grabbed his crossbow, slung it over his shoulder and passed the angered woman by. He had to find you. That was all that mattered now. "Fine! Fuck off! Just know that I won't give up without a fight!" Daryl ignored her. He didn't give a shit about that now. He had way more important things to do...

First off, he got his bike. Pulling away all the branches, leaves and undergrowth he had disguised it with, to free the vehicle from its hiding spot. He quickly checked on it, made sure that everything was working, before he swung himself on it and quickly followed your traces. Unfortunately, he lost them after a while. There were just too many hoof prints. He was a very good tracker, but keeping different hoof prints apart was even for him a difficult task. Cursing under his breath, he decided to go to Alexandria first; search there. It was your home, after all, so the chances were high that you possibly went there. Turning his bike around on the slightly muddy path, he drove to Alexandria.

It had been a while, since he lastly set foot behind those high steel walls. Weeks. Months. Nevertheless, he felt immediately welcomed by its people - despite the long time he's been away. Daryl passed by a lot of familiar face, who greeted him and gave him a smile. Rosita, Aaron, Siddiq, Gabriel - yes, even Eugene. But the happiest greeting he received, came from a whole different person... "Daryl!" He had been just on the way to your house, when a soft, delicate voice called out his name. Of course, he knew exactly to whom the voice belong to, so he stopped in his tracks and turned around. Despite all the troubled feelings coursing through his system, he couldn't help but to smile softly, when a little girl with a hat came running his way. "Daryl!" She exclaimed happily once again, and before he could even blink, she was wrapped up in his arms for a hug. "Hey kid." He said, in a low gruff voice. "Ya alright?" The little girl nodded, before she stepped back from the hug, still smiling brightly. "You too?" He just gave her a nod, even though he was everything but alright. "You're back!" Another nod. "Only for now. 'M lookin' for Y/N. Do ya know where she is? She here?" Just as Judith wanted to answer, another voice cut through the air. "She isn't here. She left three days ago, headed for the Kingdom to help them." Michonne. Daryl looked up, straight in the face of his friend, who now began to smile. "Hey. Great to see you." The archer straightened up, "Yeah, likewise..." and gave her a nod as well. "Y/N ain't 'ere?" Michonne shook her head. "No, I'm sorry. If you want to see her, you have to go to the Kingdom." "Alright, thanks." Daryl turned on his heels and wanted to leave, when his friend stopped him. "Why don't you stay a while? Get some rest and food." "Nah, ain't stayin'. I can't." He just said and walked away, before Michonne or even Judith were able to say something again. Swinging himself back on his bike, he left Alexandria and headed as fast as his motorcycle could go to the Kingdom.

The gates of the Kingdom got opened for him as well, of course. It may have been a long time since he was in Alexandria, but it was an even longer time since he had lastly visited the Kingdom. He got greeted warmly nevertheless. Word spread at lightning speed that the archer was here, so it was no wonder when he was soon face to face with his best friend. "Oh, hello stranger." Carol greeted him with a smile, arms crossed over her chest. "What are you doing here, huh?" Daryl got off of his bike. "Searchin' for Y/N... She here?" The woman with white-grey hair frowned, "Y/N? No." and shook her head. "She's not with you? She wanted to go to you; left the Kingdom this morning." Fuck. Daryl groaned in frustration and cursed himself now even more for letting you just ride away. Now you were lost - and it was his fault. His mind started to spin wildly. What if something happened to you? What if you were hurt? Got attacked? Or God forbid... Bitten by a walker? Worry took over his mind - something what Carol seemed to notice straight away. "Okay, what happened?" Daryl chewed on his bottom lip, shaking his head. "Was an idiot... Messed everythin' up." Carol looked at her best friend critically, quirking her eyebrows, while crossing her arms over her chest once again. "You messed up?" The archer swallowed, nodding. "Big time." "What did you do, Daryl?" "Remember when I told ya about that woman? Leah?" "Your friend?" Once more he shook his head. "She ain't a friend. Wouldn't call 'er that. More like acquaintances." Carol thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, right. I can remember her. What about her?" "Well..." Daryl started, fumbling nervously with his hands. "Y/N saw me 'n her together, sittin' at the river, talkin'... Leah, uh, kissed ma cheek 'n now Y/N's thinkin' I cheated on her - which I never would. Ya know me!" The archer huffed out frustrated, lowering his head, which caused some brown strands of shaggy hair to fall in his face. "I tried to explain 'er, that Leah and I are jus' friends, but... She ain't listened ta me." Carol shook her head. "I told you to be careful with that woman. Why did you let her get this close to you? Didn't you see that she is more than just in a friendly way interested in you?" Now it was Daryl's turn to shake his head and helplessly shrug his shoulders. "No, I... I thought she jus' wanted some company, 'cause she's alone too..." His best friend sighed. "You really are an idiot sometimes... And blind..." "Tell me somethin' new..." He said in a sad tone, lifting his head once again, before he turned to walk away. "Gotta go, keep on lookin' for 'er." Carol nodded and reached for her bow and arrows. "I'll come with you." "No. Stay here. In case Y/N comes back." The woman sighed, but agreed. "Alright. Take care, yes?" Daryl nodded and swung himself on his bike. "Always do." "I know, but you are not in your right mind at the moment." Daryl just looked at his best friend for a moment, before he started the vehicle and quickly drove passed the steel doors, leaving the Kingdom behind himself.

The archer had no other choice now, than to somehow try to track you down and search every nook and cranny of the area. He just had to find you - even if you probably didn't want to be found by him. Just to make sure that you were safe. It was his top priority. Keeping you safe and making sure you were alright - and now he realised, that he didn't make sure of that all those past months and years. He trusted the safety of Alexandria's walls, instead of doing it himself. He should've taken you with him. On this way he would've never needed to fear for your life right now. He would've never lost you. If something happened to you know, it was going to be his fault - and he would need to live with this for the rest of his life. Something he clearly never could. Yes, he had to find you - as fast as somehow possible.

With the clock ticking; minutes turning into hours, Daryl got more and more worried. He followed a trace already a few times, always thinking it could be yours, but it always led him to something different, or it came to nothing and was just a dead end. Well... The wood was big and the possibilities almost endless. You could be everywhere and nowhere.

Another hour - maybe even hours (Daryl couldn't tell.) passed. The archer had got rid of his bike a long time ago, hiding it in the thicket and kept on searching on foot. He thought that this was probably the better option.

The sun hung low in the sky by now, telling the man that it would get dark soon. There was only an hour, probably two left he could search in daylight. He was still looking up in the cloudy sky, when a noise suddenly caught his attention. A noise, which sounded like the neigh of a horse. Looking around and checking his surroundings, Daryl quickly followed the sounds - and indeed found a stray horse... A saddled stray horse. Your horse - but you weren't with the majestic animal... The horse was in a complete tizzy; clearly afraid and in panic. Daryl could tell. He approached the animal slowly, hands raised as if to signal the stallion, that he wasn't a threat. "Hey... I ain't gonna hurt ya, okay?" He made another few steps, getting closer. "I promise..." When Daryl had reached the troubled horse, he touched the ridge of his nose, in order to calm the frightened animal down. The stallion's nostrils flared. Daryl could feel his warm, ragged breath against his arm - but minutes later after speaking quietly to him and petting him gently, your horse seemed to calm down. "Yeah, that's it. Good boy." The archer moved his hand, petted his neck. "Where's Y/N, huh?" He was very worried by now. You wouldn't just send your horse away. That was very unlike you. His mind raced a mile per hour; dozens of possibilities running through his head what could've happened to you. Maybe the stallion was afraid of something and unseated you? In that case you were more than likely injured - and with that, easy prey for the walkers. Daryl shook quickly his head. No... He couldn't think about this now. All that mattered now, was to find you. Not the what ifs. "Come on, boy. Let's go find Y/N." He took the reins of your stallion in his hand and continued his search. He hoped, that he was close to finding you finally. Finding your horse was at least a good start. Daryl tried to track you now with the help of the horse's hoof prints, leading the animal back to where it came from - and he was successful...

The traces led him to a slim, but long riverbed, which was surrounded by trees and hills. Unfortunately, the traces stopped straight at the cliff. Daryl looked down, scanned his surroundings. Nothing. So, he decided to just follow the riverbed, upstream; in the hopes of finding you - and he did. About ten minutes later, he stopped in his tracks once again and looked around, eyes especially focused on the riverbed beneath him. His gaze came to an abrupt halt, when he saw something rather big laying in the shallow water. Squinting his eyes, he noticed it was a body. It could be a walker - or you. Of course, he decided to check on it, so he marched quickly forward, taking the horse with him. "Come on."

The closer he got, the bigger became his steps. Reaching the point, where he had spotted the body, the archer stopped. His eyes focused again on the body - widening mere seconds later in shock. It was indeed your body, laying motionless in the shallow water. Daryl felt how his heartbeat quickened. Hopefully you were just hurt and unconscious and not dead. "Stay." He told the horse, which would hopefully stay and made his way as fast as possible down the hill. Being focused on his path ahead, Daryl didn't notice the lonely walker trudging through the water - straight into your direction...

A few minutes later, he had finally made it down to the riverbed. Getting to you, was the only thing on his mind right now. Barely after he had lifted his head, the next shock rippled through his body. A lone walker, getting on its rotten knees beside you, ready to take a bite. Oh no, he thought. "Nah, you ain't takin' her away from me, you filthy piece of shit." At lightning speed, he loaded his crossbow and shot. The arrow hit its target perfectly, piercing the walker's skull and causing it to fall limp and lifeless on the ground beside you. There was no holding back now. Daryl quickly ran towards you, falling on his knees beside you, making the water splash around him. "Y/N?! Y/N?!" He took your head gently in his hands, checking your pulse and trying to wake you up. When he felt your beating carotid beneath his fingertips, a relieved breath left his lips. Thank god, he thought. You were still alive. "Y/N?" Daryl called out your name again and gently shook your shoulder. Your body twitched the slightest bit, before your eyes fluttered open. Y/E/C orbs looked up at his face, mustering it. "D-Daryl?" You whispered, clearly only halfway conscious. "I'm here, Y/N, I'm here." A shallow smile slipped on your face. "Daryl." He nodded, thumb grazing your cheek softly. "I got ya, sunshine. I got ya. Always do. Always will." You smiled again, before you slipped into the dark depths of unconsciousness once again, while Daryl checked on you. He immediately noticed the big wound on the side of your head. Moving further down your body, he saw a few scratches on your hands and a big gash on your left shin as well. He fumbled for his rug and wrapped it around your leg, in order to staunch. He checked his surroundings for any walkers, but the coast was clear. "Alright. We gotta go. It's gettin' dark." So, he lifted you up as careful as possible and carried you over to the hill. Of course, he couldn't get you up there, so he had to lead the horse down the luckily not too steep cliff and somehow managed to get you on the horse, before he climbed on the stallion's back as well behind you. Daryl caged you in between his arms to keep you from falling and steadied your head against his chest. He couldn't care less about the fact that he was getting himself wet, due to the fact that your clothes were literally soaked. All Daryl wanted was to get you as fast as possible back to the Kingdom and a doctor to check on your injuries.

It was pitch black outside, when Daryl finally reached the Kingdom. The steel doors got opened immediately, of course and a doctor was as well within minutes at your side. Although you didn't notice anything of what was going on around you. Not how they stitched up your wounds and administered you some medicine, neither how worried Daryl was or how he sat by your bedside, holding your hand, until you finally regained consciousness again.

Your eyes fluttered open once again, meeting an almost entirely dark room. The only source of light came from somewhere beside you. The first thing you noticed was the dull pain in your head and leg, causing you to hiss softly. The second thing you noticed, was the big, warm hand enveloping yours. Tilting your head slightly down, you saw nobody else than Daryl sitting on a chair beside you, looking utterly worried, tired and worn out. You tried to speak, but your throat was completely dry. All that left your lips were some strange sounds - something the archer noticed immediately. His eyes snapped up to meet yours. "Y/N! Yer awake!" You tried to speak again, but nothing. So, you gestured to your throat. Daryl understood, of course and reached for the glass of water on your bedside table, before his free hand disappeared underneath your head, lifting it gently, in order to help you drink. "T-Thank you." "’Course." You blinked a few times and looked around. "W-Where am I and w-what happened?" Daryl took a deep breath. "I was searchin' for ya the whole day... Found yer horse and followed the traces, which led me to that riverbed, where I found you. Injured and seconds away from gettin' bitten. I brought ya back to the Kingdom. Was closer than Alexandria." You swallowed hard and nodded. "What happened to ya?" Daryl asked carefully, voice still laced with worry. "Can you... remember?" You nodded once more. "Y-Yeah... After our fight, all I wanted was to run away, so I just rode through the woods, not caring about where my horse would lead me. At some point I was on top of those cliffs and then everything happened kind of fast. Something scared him - I don't know what. It definitely wasn't a walker. That much I can tell. It... came out of nowhere, so he unseated me. I hit the ground and hit my head, I guess." You explained and reached for the glass of water once more. Daryl was again quick to help you drink. "When the horse unseated ya on top of that cliff... How did ya got in the riverbed?" "Well..." You started, your demeanour suddenly shifted, turning bitter and sad. "Your new girlfriend got me there." Daryl's heart almost stopped at your words and he grimaced at the term you used. "L-Leah got you there?!" "Yeah. When I reopened my eyes, I saw a figure hovering above me and felt the ground move underneath me. She dragged me towards the cliff and helped me stand up, before she pushed me over the edge, causing me to fall over, of course. On my way down, I hit a stone and well, something must've cut my shin, too. If I didn't just hit my head real bad a few minutes ago and if my vision would've been clear and straight, I would've fought that bitch and tried to stop her, but I couldn't." The archer just stared at you, speechless. He couldn't believe that a kind woman like he thought Leah was, would do something like that, but then he remembered her words... Just know that I won't give up without a fight! It only proved to him once more, that he was deceived in her. He felt how anger bubbled up in his system. Leah almost caused him to lose the woman he loved. Maybe that was her plan after all. "You don't believe me, do you?" Your words ripped Daryl out of his thoughts. He quickly pushed his anger aside. Now wasn't the time for this. He needed to get things right between you and him.

"Nah, of course I do. There ain't a reason to not believe ya." He shook his head. "'M so sorry, Y/N. For everythin'. You didn't deserve this. All of it. I was an idiot." You crossed your arms over your chest. "Yes, you pretty much are. It hurts, Daryl." "I-I know, but please, let me explain now." You sighed, but nodded. "Go on." "Leah's not ma girlfriend. I met - or well, rather found 'er a few months ago. She was alone, so was I, so we just became companions. There was never more than that, I swear." You frowned. "But... She touched you, kissed you on the cheek... Daryl, that's not nothing." "I know, but it was her, not me. Guess she had a thing fer me or somethin', but I didn't know! I didn't see through her intentions, 'cause..." He tried feverishly to explain. Daryl had been never good with words, but he needed to be good right now. "Because?" "'Cause all I ever thought about was you. I love ya, Y/N. Always did, always will. That ain't goin' to change. I never saw it clearer than I do now. Gods, I felt like dyin' when I watched ya leave - and don't get me started when you were missin'. I was worried sick, almost shit my pants." His words went straight to your heart, pulling at your heartstrings. You knew you should be pissed at him. You knew you shouldn't just forgive him, but... What he said and how he was looking at you now - like a lost and beaten puppy... You couldn't. After all, that man was the love of your life - and oh how much you still loved him. And besides, if he wouldn't go out there to search for you, you would be more than likely dead now. "Oh Daryl..." You lifted your hand to cup his beardy cheek, causing his eyes to meet yours. "You really are an idiot..." You started to smile. "But you're my idiot." He blinked. "Does that... Does that mean yer comin' back ta me?" A soft giggle left your lips. "I was never gone, my love. Just... off track." The corners of Daryl's mouth lifted slightly as well. "You're forgivin' me?" "I do, but you gotta make it up to me." The archer nodded quickly. "'Course, sure. I'll do anythin' for ya, sunshine. Whatever ya want." "Then stay with me." You said, taking his hand in yours. "Just be here. I never want to miss you again." Daryl gave your hand a squeeze, smiling. "Promise." That was all you wanted and needed to hear. You reached for the lapels of his shirt with your free hand and pulled him down to you. Daryl understood your intentions and locked his lips on yours.

But as quick as the kiss started, as quick was it over again, when Carol entered the room. "The trouble in paradise is cleared, like I see." Her words caused you both to split apart, startled by her sudden appearance. She just smiled down at you two, arms crossed over her chest.

#daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon #daryl x reader #daryl dixion imagine #twd daryl #the walking dead fanfic

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

warnings: sexually suggestive

pairing: Sihtric x you (f)

summary: you had missed your man and he had missed you all the same.

word count: 966

note: this was just a short lil story I had drafted somewhere.

Silver.

You couldn't stop smiling when you saw the boat approaching. Uhtred and his men had finally returned from a long journey, which had taken up nearly half of the summer, and you couldn't wait to see Sihtric again. You plucked anxiously at the blanket you held in your hands.

'I just can't believe you have a beauty like that waitin' for ya,' Finan teased, 'how much do ya pay 'er to be with ya?'

Sihtric rolled his eyes and gave Finan a sneer before he made his way to the front of the boat. Sihtric jumped out, onto the dock, before it was even fully ashore. And you ran to him, jumped into his arms and he spun you around.

'My love,' Sihtric said, as he put you back on your feet and placed his hands on your waist to pull you close.

'And mine,' you smiled, tugging at his dirty armour to pull him in for a kiss, which he gladly accepted.

'Even when he's all filthy she's still on him,' Osferth said as he stood next to Finan.

'His cock must be made of silver, baby monk,' Finan laughed, to which Osferth sighed and Uhtred chuckled.

'Sihtric, I'm sorry but… you smell,' you told him and you took a step back.

'I know,' he laughed, 'I'm sorry. But being on a boat with those,' he pointed at the men, 'in this heat it's no good for anyone.' You looked over Sihtric's shoulder and saw the men wave at you. You smiled and shook your head, having damn well heard what they just said.

'Come,' you said. You took Sihtric's hand and pulled him with you, 'to the lake.'

Sihtric loved it when you took charge, so he obediently followed you as you heard the men behind you whistle.

'Ya have no silver, Sihtric! No silver!' Finan yelled, to which you both chuckled. You didn't want his silver, and Sihtric knew that. 

You worked in the alehouse, serving drinks, and you never had never been with a man to earn any silver. You served Uhtred's gang often, and more than once Sihtric had pulled you into his lap as you walked by. You always thought he was just drunk and fooling around when he did, so you'd give him a quick peck on his cheek to please him and continue your work. But you noticed it was more serious than that after he had approached you several times when he saw you outside of work. He'd bring you flowers sometimes, or some jewellery he had stolen from corpses the previous battle. Sihtric was persistent and charming, so it didn't take long before you fell for him.

The sun was hot today and as you reached the lake, Sihtric quickly walked in and let himself go under completely, to rid himself of all the dirt and filth he had collected the past days. You were taking off your shoes as he resurfaced and he walked back to where the water was up to his waist. You watched him take off his upper armour and he gave you a quick look.

'Enjoying the view?'

'Always,' you smiled.

You took off your clothes and walked into the water, and you quickly felt Sihtric's arms around your neck before he kissed you.

'I've missed you, my love.'

'How much?' you teased.

'This much,' he said and he leaned in to give you a passionate kiss.

You broke the kiss after a while as you tried to take off his lower garment, which wasn't easy, because Sihtric kept trying to kiss your lips. And after a flirty and teasing struggle, you finally got them off him. 

'Help me relief?' he asked with a shy smirk. You smiled, nodded, and he gave you another kiss before he pulled you under water with him.

Some time later you found yourself laying down next to Sihtric, onto the blanket you had brought. You were both naked and you had tried to half cover yourself with your shirt. You were both trying to catch your breath as a large tree provided you with shade against the sun.

You always loved Sihtric. But you loved him a little extra the days after he came back from a journey or battle. He desired you even more than usual those days, and you couldn't keep your hands off each other.

Sihtric switched to lay on his side, propped up on his elbow. And he watched you with flirty eyes as you played with the necklace around his neck, with a satisfied smile on your lips.

'Sihtric, where are your rings?' you suddenly asked when you felt his hand on your waist, but didn't feel his usual cold to touch rings.

Sihtric chuckled. 

'I had to trade them for food and water,' he said, 'not just me, we all had to give away whatever value we had with us. Even my arm rings. Things didn't go as planned, but it's fine. I'll steal some new rings sometime,' he said and he gave you a cheeky smile.

You laughed, 'So that is why Finan said you had no silver to give.'

'Mhm,' Sihtric murmured with a smile and ran his fingers through your hair.

'Luckily Finan let you keep your cock then, which he claims is made of silver.'

Sihtric laughed and shook his head.

'Still there, you just had proof,' he said, and he leaned in to kiss you.

You smiled against his lips, after which he told you he wanted another round with you. But he didn't even have to ask, and you quickly pushed him down and got on top of him.

He watched you with a smile as he pulled your hips down on him, and he made you promise to go easy, so he could have you for another round later.

#sihtric fic #sihtric x you #sihtric x reader #sihtric kjartansson #sihtric #the last kingdom fic #the last kingdom #tlk fic #fic

[montcumbry-gaytor]

Hi, um idk if you’re in the mood to write this and you don’t have to if you don’t feel the energy to, but could I request a story where its Latino male reader x Loki?

Like where its smut and the plot is that the reader speaks Spanish everytime he and Loki “do it” just to tease and fluster Loki, and the reader always feels proud of himself.

But a few nights go by and Loki really wants to learn how to speak Spanish; not only because it can be a way to communicate with the reader better but to get back at him and remind him who’s in power. (So like a smut and power kink story basically). And Loki takes lessons from one of the readers’ family members (but they don’t tell the member the reason ofc)

And then when the night comes, and the reader and Loki are invited to come to this super fancy party with the Avengers, and the whole night, the reader decides to tease Loki discreetly and later, Loki can’t tolerate it any longer so they both teleport back to the tower, and blah blah blah they start to have steamy sex.

Loki then decides to tease him and starts whispering Spanish in his ear all seductively: and suddenly the reader gets all shy. And then they do it, and the end there’s the obvi aftercare, and they live happily ever after :)

(Idk if you do POC readers, but I’m asking bc I haven’t seen barely any that do. I know this was a lot and in detail so I deeply apologize for that. Again, you don’t have to do this cuz ik you have a busy life rn or u just don’t feel like doing it. Have a good morning/night! :D)

Right side of the bed

Loki Laufeyson x Latino Male Reader Smut

FEM ALLIGNED DNI || MLM/NBLM TARGET READERS

A/N : I am so sorry that I haven't gotten to this sooner, I've been giving excuses but Im finally getting on track with writing and here we are.

CW : (Kind of) Public sex, Magic use, Alcohol, Use of 'Sir'

"Focus, Carino."

You hummed, Looking down at Loki's disheveled state below you, tendrils of black hair sticking to his pale forehead, Mouth hung agape as your hips bounced on his.

"Love- slow do—ah~ slow down~"

Loki whined, Slender fingers holding your hips, though he begged he never stopped rutting into you, Tip grazing your prostate each time your body connected with his.

Grabbing one of his hands, you placed it on your lower abdomen, letting him feel as tip rutted near your stomach.

"Siente lo profundo que eres mi rey~"

You said, feeling your end draw near, your words failing you as you fucked yourself on Loki, Stroking your twitching length, White spurting from your head and onto Loki's stomach.

"Fuck, That felt amazing Carino."

You hummed into his ear, smiling as his pale skin became even more red than it had been, kissing his cheek before hopping off of him.

"I'm gonna take a shower, Amor, Feel free to join me~"

You said, your voice trailing away, Leaving Loki to clean up after himself, Stuck in his thoughts, Never understanding what you were saying, He felt so lost.

He needed to show who was in control.

But how? Thor didn't know anything, He wouldn't expect him to, And he wasn't going to ask any of the Avengers, Definitely not.

Who did he know, Who knew Spanish?

"Oh! Ohoho.. My prince is going to regret this."

Loki muttered under his breath, becoming quiet as he dressed himself, Contacting a certain someone Via. Your silly human devices.

"What are you doing, Amor?"

You asked, slinking over to your dresser and slipping pajamas on, Slyly revealing bits and pieces of yourself as you did.

"Oh nothing my prince, Just thinking."

Loki hummed, Placing the phone aside, opening up his arms to welcome you into them, hands hugging around your waist, his peachy lips kissing your forehead.

"You should rest, my love, You heroes are always so busy."

Loki hummed, rolling you over with him, spooning you in his tall figure, letting him bring a blanket over the two of you and drifting off to sleep in his arms.

It had been a few weeks since then, Being that you were busy, You hardly noticed Loki's absence from your shared flat.

As days went on as per usual, Tony had decided to throw a party in the Tower, Even though you had wished to rest in your flat, maybe go out to dinner with Loki, you had agreed, and Loki—Although Hesitantly—Agreed to go aswell.

The party consisted of most of the Avengers, and some people you didn't know that you assumed were invited by Tony, though you didn't care to engage with them either way.

"Whiskey, Please."

You said to the bartender, crossing a leg over the other, leaning into Loki's presence beside you.

"Make it two."

He hummed, the bartender nodding and pouring your drinks, passing them to you both before walking off to deal with other people at the bar.

"You're deep in thought, Carino, es lindo."

You said, looking at him smugly.

"Thinking of all the the things we could be doing if we weren't here."

"Me encantaría que me jodas sin sentido ahora mismo, amor."

You whispered in his ear, swirling the amber liquid in your glass before downing it, returning the glass to the bar, where the bartender poured it another round and shuffled off again.

"No me gustaría nada más que eso."

Loki hummed back, Eyeing your face as it contorted into shock, Standing from his seat and downing his drink, grasping your hand and weaving throughout the tower, finding one of the guest rooms, and hurrying inside.

Quickly shutting the door by pressing your back against it, he wasted no time locking the door and putting his hands on you, lips sloppily smashing with yours.

Tongues sliding against one another, the taste of alcohol still tingling on your tongue, tugging on Loki's suit, whining as he pulled away from you, clasping your wrists in one hand above your head.

"ah ah ah, Amor, I'm the one in charge, no olvides."

He hummed, pressing his knee between your legs, though using his free hand to keep your hips pinned to the wall, forcing you to take what friction he gave, his mouth closing in on your neck.

"You smell sweet, Mi amor, Delicious.."

He groaned, rolling his thigh against your groin, prompting a sweet sigh from your lips, your attempts to rut against him hopeless.

Magic tingled through your body, making it hot and on point, your body staying pinned as it was even without Loki's hands on you.

"You look adorable like that, Carino, aunque te ves mas lindo sin ropa."

And in a blink of an eye, he pulled off your blazer, tugging your tie off, then your shoes, and so on until you were bare, save for your button up and briefs, erection pressed against the stretchy fabric.

"Loki- ah~! We- we can't do this here.. someone will find us.."

You squirmed, body flushed as Loki sent waves of magic through your body with every touch he made, and you couldn't fight it.

"I wouldn't mind that, Darling, Someone seeing you get corrected for thinking you're in control."

Fingers danced around the hem of your briefs, slipping up your shirt and running over your nipples, thumb pads stroking the erect buds.

"No matter how many times I play with these, you never do seem to get used to it."

Loki sighed, the shocking waves of pain and pleasure forcing your back off the door as he pinched the bud.

"Let's take this to the bed, Shall we, Carino?"

He hummed, hand guiding your movements to lay on the bed, body shaking with anticipation, Precum spilling out of your cock head and staining into your briefs.

"Darling, You're making a mess, Let's clean that up, Shall we?"

Kneeling down on the bed, he pulled your briefs off tantalizingly slow, his smirk becoming wider—if possible—as your cock slipped free of it's constraints, twitching as it was met with cold air.

"Loki... "

"Shhh... amor, don't speak unless spoken to, understand?"

"Y- Yes sir..."

"Ooh.. sir? I like that name."

Loki hummed, the tip of his index finger teasing the slit of your cock, trailing down your length before pulling away, leaving you to whine in his absence.

"Now, tell me my prince, what would you like me to do?"

"Fuck me... Please.."

You whimpered, arms straining with a need to hold Loki, as if you feared he might up and leave just to toy with you.

"como quieras, mi amor."

In swift movements, Loki threw tossed his blazer off, rolling the sleeves of his button up to his upper arm, Unbuttoning his black dress pants and pushing down his briefs, his dick presenting itself eagerly.

Sitting on his shins, one hand slipped underneath your knee, holding your leg up, the other guiding his cock to slip inside of you, eyes trailing up to yours with a gentle smile before pushing in, causing your breath to thin.

"Ooo... Fuck-"

"No, Talking, Carino, Break the rules again and I'll have to punish you."

"Yes- Yes sir.."

"Good."

He hummed, hugging his arm around your thigh and pulling your ass to connect with his hips, your leg resting over his shoulder while the other one sat beside his thigh.

"Te sientes tan caliente por dentro, My prince."

He sighed, running a free hand over your stomach, Magic seeping out of you as you found your hands no longer stuck to the bed, instantly clinging around Loki's neck, Smashing your lips together as his hips began to rock into you.

"Shit... You feel amazing."

He moaned, pressing his forehead to yours, nearly folding you in half as he fucked you, heat building with each thrust, sweat beading on your bodies.

"Speak to me, Darling, I want to hear you."

He groaned, tip grazing your prostate, rutting against it each time.

"You feel so good Loki~! Fu—ck.."

You whined, Your spine arching off the bed, the crown of your head pushing into the mattress, your insides felt like they were melting as you both chased your climax.

"I could say the same, darling, you fe-ah.. you feel wonderful.."

He whined, you could feel his cock twitch inside of you, threatening to burst.

"I'm gonna cum.. ah... Loki- "

You whimpered, your cock spilling out precum as it rutted against your stomach, the friction bringing you closer until your body halted, taking your breath away as white spurted from your slit, spilling on your stomach.

It didn't take long for Loki to finish himself, pulling out and cumming between your legs, panting as you both came off your high, hair sticking to your faces.

"That was... Exhilarating."

Loki sighed, wiping his forehead before whipping his head around the room, locating a bathroom and rushing off to wet a rag, coming back looking refreshed, pants buttoned and all.

"Come here darling, let me clean you up."

A/N : Hope you guys all liked this!!! I hope it came out to your liking Anon!!!! I tried my best to not drag on everything but keep everything true to the plot so 🫶

#loki x male reader #loki laufeyson x male reader #mcu loki #male reader #smut #male reader smut #mcu #loki laufeyson x male reader smut #marvel #the avengers

[alexblue29]

hey, you're cool.

oddly the therapist possum has a request!!

so, er.

ghost of chicago by noah floersch.

then, add

lovesick foolish!?

here's that idea, idk :,)

ANYBODY READING THIS, ILL BE YOUR THERAPIST :))))

Olay that song is so good though, thanks for making me obsessed with it! I made this pretty fucking angsty sooooo sorry? And let me know if y'all want more angst cause it's kinda fun to write! I wrote this in 45 minutes btw.

--

Foolish Gamers x Fem!Reader

It's angsty with a happy ending, unrequited love but not really, Foolish is a lovesick, kicked puppy, Foolish is called Noah although it.

Ghost Of Her

Noah sighed as he let himself fall into his chair. He looked over his setup, his monitors and computer were turned on with a discord call going. He had been chatting with Tina and Mouse before starting his stream. He rubbed at his face as he unmuted himself and picked up his cup of coffee.

His throat closed up for a second as he took his first sip, he missed her. She would always ask him what he was drinking and she'd have the same answer everytime he'd offer his reply,

"Honestly, people who drink their coffee black have to be psycopaths or something. Are you a psycopath, Foosh?" She'd laugh.

He quickly put his cup down as he stumbled into a coughing fit. His friends laughed at him, they asked him what happened.

"Nothing," he rasped out before clearing his throat, "Nothing, coffee just went down the wrong pipe."

He took his time getting his breath back and quickly redirected the conversation,

"I'm gonna start stream, see y'all on the server!"

--

Streaming did not help get his mind off of her, it never did. He would try to focus on his build but get distracted by his own thoughts. His chat, observant as ever, could tell he wasn't fully himself.

How could he be?

She's getting married tomorrow.

Noah rubbed his face roughly as he stood from his desk, he stretched, his joints popping as he did. He needed to clear his head and, even though it was nearing ten p.m., he grabbed his phone and made his way outside.

He walked for what felt like forever until he stumbled upon a familiar park, he made his way to it. As he walked, his feet guided him to the fountain in the very middle. He could see her, sitting by his side on the edge of it. A memory he cherishes of when she came to visit him for his birthday.

He remembers it like he still was there. A cold night, much like this one, he'd given her his sweater to keep her warm and tried to not melt every time his eyes found her. It was the perfect night. He should've said it. Why couldn't he just express his emotions like she could?

He frowned as he turned his back to the fountain and made his way away from it as fast as he could. His phone vibrated in his pocket, he reached for it and pulled it out.

Bad was calling him.

That was strange. They never called each other with their personal numbers, they exchanged them in case of an emergency. Before he realized it, the call had ceased. He didn'f reject it, he just waited too long.

Bad messaged him,

From: Bad (Dumbass)

I know you're looking at your phone.

It was all the warning he got before Bad called again. Noah retained a sigh as he answered,

"What's wrong?" his friend questioned right away.

"I have no idea what you mean, Bad."

He heard Bad scoff, Noah had always been a bad liar. "Tina and Mouse both messaged me saying you were being all weird and moppy this morning and I've watched your stream."

A moment of silence passed. Noah found his way on a stray bench before he whispered,

"She gets married tomorrow."

His voice broke in the middle, he couldn't bring himself to care.

He heard clicking noises from the other end before his phone vibrated again. He pulled it away from his ear and looked at the file Bad had sent him, a plane ticket?

"Bad, why did you-?"

"Because you are both idiots who refuse to be happy. Go get her, Foolish."

"I can't just barge into her wedding!"

"Says who?" Silence. Bad spoke again, "She's not happy, Foolish. Go get her."

And so here he was, in a taxi on his way to the wedding. It wasn't starting until twelve, it was currently ten-thirty. He couldn't fuck this up.

He thanked the driver as he closed the door. He saw her sister clock him immediately, he saw the way her eyes lit up with hope. She excused herself from a conversation and made his way to him.

"Noah! Thank god you're here, she's in the bride's room. Fifth door to the left, she's alone," She clapped him on the shoulder and lightly pushed him towards the building.

He thanked her quietly and quickly made his way to the room, he stopped before the door and raised a hesitant hand to knock.

"Angie? Is that you?" His heart lurched as her voice made its way to his ears.

"No, but she sent me to you."

He heard her inhale, he heard her quick steps to the door before she opened it, "Noah."

She let him in without a second thought. He took his time to look at her as she closed to door behind him. She'd barely changed from the last time he'd seen her. She already had her hair and makeup done for the wedding, but she was still in her white robe.

Noah couldn't take it, he took two large steps toward her and wrapped her in a tight hug that she reciprocated immediately. She was smudging her makeup on his shirt and he was definitely messing up up her hair as he gently grabbed the back of her head.

"Don't marry him," he muttered as he nuzzled into the top of her head, "Please, don't marry him."

"I can't just leave," she whispered to him.

He swallowed, "Bad bought my ticket to come get you, and two more to go back. One for me, and one for you," she looked up at him. "Your sister is on your side, she'll help you get your stuff if you need."

He caressed her cheek gently and whispered, "Come home to me, my clementine."

He could see her melt. He could see her ghost melt and finally letting the her he knew out again. She nodded. His heart was beating out of him chest. She broke away from his, went into the bathroom. He gathered all her things in her bag as he waited.

When she stepped out, her hair was up in a ponytail, her makeup off and she'd changed into some joggers and one of his old t-shirts she must have stolen when she visited him.

With her bag in his hand, he gently grabbed her hand and guided her away from the wedding. Together they made their way to the airport. She texted her sister and thank you and asked for her help to which her sister immediately agreed.

As they were flying back to Noah's home, he took a selfie of the both of them and sent it to their discord server with all their friends with a single message,

"Thank you, Bad."

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💕My love, we were in Paris 💕part1

Erling haaland X single mom OC (Cherrie)

Word count : all together 14k . I’ve had to split it into two cause it wouldn’t fit in. Pt2 will up in a minute.

Part two is here now!! -

Warnings : angst. Fluff . Sickening amount of it. falling in love quickly . Single mother Cherrie! Miscommunication. He fell hard n fast. That’s it I think? Enjoy . It’s sappy asf xoxo

Erling groaned loudly in frustration as he once again circled around an unfamiliar Parisian street, head slightly hanging out of the window as he tried to read each sign that he passed.

Cursing to himself for never bothering to learn French , unable to believe how completely and utterly lost he was.

He had thought that jetting off to Paris for a break for the week would be a good idea. Just needing some time away so clear his head and relax .

He had booked himself into some fancy hotel that had a large jacuzzi in the bathroom and apparently a beautiful view of the Eiffel Tower from the comfort of his own bed .

It had all sounded amazing and a little too good to be true . Or perhaps it was his lack of preparation that had ruined it for him so far .

Because so far he had been in Paris for over an hour and had still not found his hotel. He was lost, there was no other way to put it.

The car he had rented was a cheap unrecognisable one so that there was less likely to be any attention brought to him. Which meant that the car didn't have any screen telling him which way to go either .

And then he had went to reach for his phone to find directions only to find that he hadn't charged it , it was currently laying dead in the cup holder as he drove aimlessly around the city , getting more pissed off by the minute .

Feeling tired and wanting nothing more than to get into the tub and relax with some wine , and maybe some good food . He sighed to himself , knowing that he was going to have to put his pride away and ask someone for directions unless he wanted to drive around all night on his own.

Slowly driving down a dark backstreet that he had found himself in , he frowned slightly and squinted his eyes under the dark lighting , nervously chewing on the inside of his cheek as he spotted what looked to be three woman stood by the corner , huddled together and looking straight at his car as he slowed down.

Shit. He breathed out anxiously .

He knew he had to stop the car and brave through it in hopes that one of them understood his English but as he watched only one woman step forward , the other two slinking off into the shadows and out of sight . He felt his hopes lower drastically .

Rolling down his window as he came to a stop in front of the curb, he cleared his throat and plastered on a small yet polite smile.

Only to Feel his eyes widen as the woman finally came into his view .

She had long brunette hair that was curled over her shoulders and dark siren eyes , red lips curled up into a small smirk she leant her head down to his window .

Leaning her arms against the frame , his couldn’t help his eyes from flickering down to her chest that was being pushed into his face from her tiny dress.

His frown deepening as he felt the cold breeze blow through the car and make him shiver .

Wasn't she cold? He thought to himself In concern as he looked over at the goosebumps that had spread across her smooth skin. Long legs not even covered by any tights . Just sky high heels that had to be painful to stand in.

She didn't even have a coat on! She was going to catch hypothermia! What was wrong with her? Did all Parisians dress like this in the middle of winter?

"Er bonjour?" He hesitantly spoke up as he looked into her eyes. Heart stammering for a moment at the sight .

They looked almost gold under the dim lighting , shadowed by dark makeup and looking back at him intensely .

We're all French women this beautiful? He wondered to himself in awe. Unable to look away from her.

She smiled slowly , lips twisting up into a sly little smirk . Despite the way her knees were shaking from the cold and she cold barely feel her fingers anymore , she got to work.

"tu as perdu grand gars?" (You lost big guy?) she asked him lowly . Twirling a strand of her curls around around her finger slowly , her nails long and as red as her lips.

Haaland felt his brain freeze. Quickly trying to scour his head for any French words or phrases he had learned in his life .

Quickly Coming up short and instead offering her a helpless little smile , he anxiously scratched at his neck.

"Erm." He let out a small laugh , meeting her eyes again. His fingers clenching around the steering wheel as she looked him over , seeming to be assessing him for something .

"English?" He weakly said , feeling embarrassed.

Cherrie felt her eyebrow raise , tilting her head at him. Pouting a bit.

Chewing on her bottom lip as she tried to remember the few English lessons she had in her youth before she had dropped out of school to care for her family .

He didn't sound English . Didn't look it either. She mused to herself as she eyed his shocking white hair and striking eyes . She could tell that he was a big guy just from how small he made the car look . His shoulders seemed to be twice her size.

Feeling hesitation briefly pass over her at the thought of how she would deal with him. The bigger the man was , the more aggressive they usually were. She hadn't even fully healed from her last job yet.

But as she thought of her upcoming bills and angry landlord that would have no faint heart about throwing her out into the streets , she straightened her shoulders and put on a smile again.

A job was a job no matter how difficult the customer would be . She could adapt.

"Little." She replied . Pinching her fingers together to signify how much. Then she lowered her hands and tapped her freezing cold fingers against the handle of the car .

Erling breathed a sigh of relief . She knew a little English. He could work with that.

Deciding to put it simply , he spoke up again. Eyeing her reddening hands briefly , feeling the wind pick up and get even colder . Worried that she was going to turn into a ice box or get sick, he nodded to his passenger seat with a small smile.

"You want to sit and get warm? You must be freezing." He said to her . Genuinely concerned .

He had a hoodie on and a shirt underneath and he was still cold. He couldn't imagine what she felt like stood out there in her tiny dress .

Cherrie understood that he wanted her to get in the car , citing that it was because it was cold outside . A line that she had heard many a time before.

So she didn't hesitate to pull open the door and slide into the passenger seat. Carefully closing it behind her and eyeing the lock system, wondering how easily it would be to get out if things turned sour.

Wouldn’t be the first time she had to break a lock.

"Where..." she racked her head for the rights words to say. Still keeping her voice soft and sweet despite the annoyance and need to get this over with. Eyeing the time on the dash board . "Here?"

Erling shook his head . Figuring that she was asking where he was trying to go. He cleared his throat and pointed down the street to where he had been circling.

"I don't know." He chuckled a little as she gave him a confused frown.

Making him smile a little at how suddenly his night had changed. He then pulled out a piece of paper from his hoodie and handed it to her. It had his hotel details on.

Suddenly glad that he had printed it out because there was no way he would be able to pronounce it.

Cherrie felt her eyes widen as she looked at the hotel he was wanting to go to. Breath catching in her throat just at the picture of it.

He was booked into one of the most luxurious hotels in Paris. A hotel where only those with some serious amount of money could stay.

The whole building was decorated in gold and she had only ever dreamt of being able to stay in it as a kid whenever she passed by it. It was the place of dreams .

Feeling her stomach turn a little as she realised that the man next to her must be rich. Really , really rich. Then she thought about how she needed to get groceries and buy new blankets in ordered to survive the chill in her freezing cold apartment .

It all cost money . Money that this man seemed to have .

She would have to do a good job. This was a once in the lifetime opportunity to raise her prices and maybe be able to buy some extra things this month if she was careful.

She straightened her shoulders , then she carefully crossed her legs and let her already tiny dress hime up even further on her thighs . Leaning her head back against the rest , she turned her head towards him with a pretty smirk on her face .

A sultry look that she had mastered over the years, it was a face of innocence with a side of seductive that had never failed her before.

He wasn't any different . She could see his eyes briefly flicker between her legs and her smile before he looked away. His pales cheeks flushing red as he blinked a little too many times to come across as casual.

"Wrong way. You need to turn -" she looked between their shoulders to the back of the street and pointed down with a small giggle . "Right around and keeping going until I say no." She was proud of herself for her Translation .

Wondering if being forced to watch all the children's cartoon on tv had paid off. Some of them were English if she remembered correctly . She had seen a lot of the one with a yellow sponge.

Erling smiled a little . "Until you say stop." He corrected her quietly as he started the car again to do what she had said. Glancing over at her momentarily before looking back at the road.

"Until I say stop." She repeated with a nod , smiling still . Before glancing at his watch that was peeking out from his hoodie , inhaling a little too sharply as she realised that it was a Rolex.

If he had so much money why was he driving around in such a shitty car? She wondered suspiciously.

Nervousness nestling deep in her chest as she glanced out of the window and to the darkening sky.

Was this car a disposable one? One he used to lure girls into his car to hurt and kill and Then get rid of their body somewhere? She knew that woman like her were the number one targets for sickos like that.

The business she was in just wasn't safe. And men like him , ones who had money and power , had the means to get away with murder if they wanted.

Money really could buy anything.

Silence. And even herself .

Seeing her fidget with her fingers out from the corner of his eye , he realised that he hadn't even introduced himself yet. Mentally cursing himself out for being so rude.

He had just gotten her into his car so she could direct him to his hotel without even asking her if that was okay! What was wrong with him?

Panicking slightly , he cleared his throat again and looked over at her once they stopped at the red light .

"Sorry. I haven't even introduced myself . I'm erling." He pointed to himself briefly once he noticed her watching his mouth. Seemingly concentrating on the words he was saying. So he slowed down his speech . Remember how difficult it had been for him too one time .

Erling? She thought to herself in surprise . She hadn't heard of that name before . Definitely not English.

Realising that he was looking expectantly at her for her name , she blinked and put on another pretty smile.

Money Cherrie . You need the money. She reminded herself.

"Lola." She lied . Tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear gently.

“I like your name. It’s Weird." She added as an after thought . Her accent heavy as she glanced back at the road again.

"Left!" She then said as she pointed to the right direction.

Erling felt his cheeks flush , turning left. Laughing a little at how she had said she like his name but called it weird in the same sentence too.

"Ah. Thank you." He eyed her pretty face and siren eyes . Cheekbones sharp and lips perfectly bowed , painted a blood red.

"You don't look like a Lola." He blurted out without thinking.

His brows furrowing as he watched her eyes widen for a second before she quickly looked away.

Nervously laughing , waving her hand in front of her as though the clear away his words.

Was that not her name? Had she lied to him? He wondered In confusion. Feeling a little uneasy from her reaction .

Cherrie felt a flare of panic in her chest. Having never been the best liar . She couldn't blow this now. She needed the money.

Thinking of what she had waiting for her back home , she took a deep breath and smiled.

"I know." Was all she said before letting out a 'ah ha!' Once the hotel came into view. "Ici!" She exclaimed . (Here!)

Haaland let out a breath of relief , grinning widely as he looked up at the big gold hotel in front of him. Nodding his head in approval.

"Wow. Looks good." He muttered before widening his eyes as he realised that he couldn't just drop her off outside in the cold while he went into his fancy hotel. That wasn't right.

What the hell had she been doing out in the dark streets in the freezing cold like this anyways?

Was she drunk? Had she wandered off from a party? She didn't seem drunk.

He glanced over at her subtly to see her while she was admiring the front of the hotel with clear wonder in her dark eyes. She didn't smell it either.

He couldn't smell any alcohol. Only sweet perfume that filled the car .

Had she- was she a runaway? He thought in concern as he eyed her bare legs. Spotting quite a few bruises littering her skin. He could even see a few on her wrists now that they were in better lighting .

Feeling worry flare up in him . Was she- had she runaway from a violent partner? From somebody who had hurt her?

His thoughts were racing as he tapped his fingertips against the steering wheel erratically .

"You-" he breathed in deeply as he glanced over at her pretty face again. Making his mind up.

"You want to come up and get warm? I'm sure they do room service." He murmured to her a little shyly , not wanting her to go.

Cherrie looked at him for a moment . Furrowing her brows in slight confusion.

Wishing that she had one of those fancy phones everyone had so she could understand what he was saying.

"Warm?" She mumbled to herself . Wondering if that was his way of asking her to keep him warm for the night .

“How long for?" She was referring to her own services . Glancing at his watch again.

She couldn't stay too long. Her brother would be calling soon.

Haaland frowned a little, not knowing how to respond .

Forever? That was creepy .

Until he knew what was going on in her life to make her enter his? A little too weird too.

So he settled on a casual shrug just as a valet man knocked on the window .

"Until you’re warm." He simply said before opening the door and getting out.

Flashing the suited man a smile as he passed him the keys. His eyes lighting up knowingly, smiling back at him pleasantly . Obviously recognising him.

Haaland quickly flicked the hood of his hoodie up over his head and jogged around the car to open the door for her, pulling it open with a smile.

Giving her his hand to help her out as he glanced warily at her tall heels.

How the hell did she walk in those death traps?

Cherrie looked up at him in surprise before accepting his hand and sliding out. Frowning a little as he kept her hand in his and gently guided her into the grand hotel .

She wasn't used to being treat so nicely before. Instantly it put her on edge.

Was he waiting until they were behind a closed door to drop the act?

Usually men bluntly told her what they wanted , how they wanted her do it and then threw her out as soon as they were done. It was strange. But she wasn’t going to complain about his niceness . Not yet.

Instead she gazed up at the high ceilings and ceiling to floor length mirrors that covered the walls in awe.

There were even Michelangelo style paintings on the ceiling!

"waouh c'est beau ! regarder!" (Wow! This is beautiful. Look!) she gushed . Tugging on his hand and pointing up at the ceiling in amazement.

She had never seen a chandelier so big!

Erling laughed softly as he admired the look of pure joy on her face as she spun around on her heels , taking in every inch of the lobby . Seeming to not notice the multiple eyes looking at her, nudging her tiny dress and loud voice .

He simply pulled her closer and frowned at them, shaking his head. Then he caught sight of them in the large mirror opposite them, inhaling sharply at the image he saw.

He looked like a giant next to her, even though she was in heels. She only reached his chin.

Her lips were parted and eyes shining under the warm light of the chandelier, his hand still holding onto her own as he tucked her closer to his side.

His heart skipped a beat. They looked good together . He thought to himself vaguely. Eyes glued to the childlike wonder on her face.

She had got to have been the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Shaking his head briefly to snap himself out of it , he let go of her hand for a moment as he walked over to the front desk to get his key.

Realising that she had spoken in French and that he probably had no idea what she had said , she blew a raspberry and hurried over to him again.

Momentarily forgetting that she was supposed to be acting like a seductive siren and not like a child at Christmas but she couldn't help it.

She had always dreamed of seeing a hotel like this! It was like something out of a movie!

"Look!" She said again this time in English. Tugging at his arm as he pulled away from desk with his room car in hand.

Raising his eyebrow at her in amusement, laughing quietly to himself .

"the ceiling!" She said getting impatient and nudging his chin up to look at the artwork after he continued to just look at her face .

He pulled a impressed face as he looked at the paintings , understanding why she was so taken away by it.

"Amazing. I'll have to take a photo of it tomorrow ." He muttered to himself before gently placing his hand against her back and guiding her over to the elevator .

Her heels clicking against the marble floor as she continued to take everything in. Not even looking at him.

"Do you live near here? Close by?" He repeated after she had just looked at him blankly , not understanding .

Blowing a frustrated breath . he really needed to charge his phone the first chance he got.

Seeing him frown she felt a flutter of unease , reminding herself that she was here to her job. And her job was to make him happy and satisfied , not annoyed with her.

So She stepped a little closer to him and smiled prettily up at him, looking up at him through her long lashes . Making him freeze in place as the elevator starting going up.

"You're a big guy. Very beau." She murmured to him, placing her hands gently on his chest as she looked up at his startled face .

His brain ground to a holt, peering down at her hands on his chest. His heart started pounding.

Laughing a little awkwardly , he flushed red.

“Beau? That means beautiful right?" He muttered back to her just as the doors finally slid open.

Taking a deep breath he pulled away from her and stepped out of the elevator and into his home for the next week.

Hearing her let out a small gasp as she stepped out into the penthouse with wide eyes , looking around in disbelief .

"Oh mon dieu!" Oh my god. Now that he knew .

Stifling a chuckle as he walked further into the room, heading straight into the kitchen to get himself a drink. Pulling a bottle of wine out from the fridge , he grabbed two glasses .

Glancing back at her curiously . Seeing her gazing out of the window that covered the whole wall in amazement , the Eiffel Tower lit up perfectly in their sight .

The lights lit up her silhouette perfectly and as she looked over her shoulder at him with a dimpled smile , hair flowing in waves down her back. He felt his stomach become a whole damn zoo.

"Wow." He breathed out while looking at her . Laughing a little at himself as he shook his head trying to shake himself out of it.

Coming over to stand beside her , he handed her a glass of the wine.

Eyes flickering between the view and her pretty face.

"beau yes?" Beautiful . He said. Watching her eyes light up as she giggled at his accent around those words.

Nodding her head in agreement . "Oui. You very lucky. " she took the glass from him carefully , glancing down at the red wine dubiously.

"Merci" she murmured before placing it down onto the table as they walked over to the long cream couch, making her glance at it warily . Worried that somehow she would get it dirty .

"You're." He repeated for her . She repeated it twice till she got it right making him grin proudly. Smiling at her . "And I am. Very much so."

There was a long silence between them before Cherrie finally decided to get the night rolling . Wary of the time and how long she had left before she needed to get home.

So taking in a deep breath she turned her knees inwards towards him and placed her hand on his thigh, squeezing gently . What she wasn't expecting was for him to flinch and look at her like she had just told him she was a witch.

"How do you like it? Slow?.." she tried to find the right word . Keeping her smirk soft and inviting as she slid her hand up further on his thigh.

“Or Hard?" She whispered.

Erling froze . Staring at her hand on his thigh blankly for a long moment as he tried to understand what was going on.

Was she hitting on him? Did she think that because he invited her up to his room that he wanted something?

Then it all came crashing down upon him. His heart dropping to his stomach as he glanced at her small dress and already bruised knees .

She had been stood on the corner of a dark street with two other woman...she had approached his car without him even calling her over .

Then she had looked so nervous when he said that he didn't think she looked like a Lola.

Swallowing down the panic rising in his throat as he gently slid her hand off his leg , stomach falling to his ass as realisation set in.

Watching as she blinked up at him in confusion , tilting her pretty head at him.

Running a hand over his face , he sighed long and hard . Wondering how he hadn't realised it sooner.

"Your name isn't Lola is it?"  He groaned feeling like an idiot as he glanced over at her again. Shocked at what he had done.

Seeing the way she tensed beside him , smile falling from her face into a blank stare as she assessed him with a slight, confused frown.

The sweetness falling from her voice as she shuffled away from him a little . Not understanding what was going on.

Continuing to look at him silently . Not answering  his question even though it was one she understood.

Her name wasn't Lola.

He slowly stood up to his feet , taking a large gulp of his wine as he stared down at her on the couch. Not knowing how to approach the situation he had found himself in.

Because if he was right… then he had accidentally brought a French prostitute back to his hotel room , who was expecting him to pay her to fuck her.

Fucking hell! He couldn't believe that he was so stupid as to not see the signs sooner.

"You-" he stammered on his words . Looking at her pretty face and beautiful eyes and feeling a mixture of emotions .

Not knowing what to say. Because despite the realisation , he still didn't want her to go.

What was wrong with him? If the media found out about this .. god , he didn't even want to imagine the shit he would be in.

"I think there's been a misunderstanding." He slowly said to her.

Quickly reaching into his pocket for his phone and wandering over to his duffel bag to pull out his charger .

Hurriedly plugging it in and praying that it would charge quickly . He desperately needed her to understand him.

Cherrie frowned as she watched his frantic movements . His eyes were blown wide and his whole face had flushed red . Feeling her heart race in her chest nervously as she watched him.

"Misunderstanding? You pay me oui?" She said to him, getting annoyed . She didn't care about his troubles or whatever he was thinking.

He had took her to his hotel. He was wasting her time . Every minute was costing him. Didn't he know that?

By the look of pure mortification on his face , apparently he did not.

Erling groaned into his hands , anxiety building up within him. Shaking his head as he looked over at her with a grimace.

"I didn't know." He honestly told her . Unable to believe that someone as beautiful as she was , was working on the streets like this.

It wasn't safe! What if he had been some sicko who wanted to hurt her? He had heard horror stories about sex workers being murdered and the police never doing anything about it because of the way they lived.

People treated them as though they were less than human beings . As though they didn't deserve basic human rights and respect . Even though it was their husbands and their family men who sought them out each night.

God. She was so young too! She couldn't be any older than he was! What was he going to do?

Cherrie frowned at him in disbelief "how?" She got to her feet in frustration wondering if he was playing some kind of mind game with her.

"You picked me up!" She reminded him bluntly .

Erling was flustered "I know . I know but I didn't even think! I just thought you were being nice!" He exclaimed . Spinning back around on his feet to pick up his phone as it finally switched back on.

Exhaling loudly in relief as he brought up the translation app just in time for her starting to rapidly speak at him in French.

"alors t'es stupide ? un menteur aussi? Sinon, pourquoi devrais-je monter dans la voiture d'un inconnu ? putain d'idiot!" Her nice act was gone as she grew more and more angry at him .

(so you're stupid? a liar too? why else would i get into a strangers car? fucking idiot!)

Thinking about how he had wasted her time and lost her a client. She needed to pay her rent! Tonight was a crucial night. A last minute attempt to bring in money for her family .

Feeling her heart pound at the thought of having to go back out into the streets and find someone else to please for the night.

As Erling looked down at the screen that translated what she had called him into English , he felt even worse . Pursing his lips as he looked back at her . Okay. He supposed he deserved that one.

He frowned at her "I didn't lie." He sighed loudly as he looked at her . Feeling awful as he watched her eyes gloss over with tears before suddenly spun on her heel away from him.

Cherrie was angry. She had gotten her hopes up. She could admit . Knowing that Erling had a lot of money she had hoped that she could up her price and be able to get what she needed with some spare too.

She was desperate for some new toys and nappies . She needed new soft blankets too.

Her brother could only provide them with so much, and she had been trying so hard but it just wasn't enough.

Nobody wanted to hire a twenty year old with a baby. Certainly not one that had dropped out of school at fifteen . She was desperate for money , desperate to give her baby at least some sort of life.

The cold walls of their tiny apartment weren't much but what other options did she have?

She couldn't even afford toys for her own baby! What kind of mother was she?

Feeling her emotions build up on her . Desperation clinging to her chest , she spun back around to look at Erling who looked like he didn't know what to do.

Setting her face and trying to keep her voice cold and firm , she glared over at him.

Sex or not , he owed her for her time. She had wasted more than an hour on him already .

"I don't care." She declared to him. Crossing her arms over her chest and scowling at him.

She was going to get her baby a new blanket whether it was the last thing she would do.

"€200 for wasting my time" she told him bluntly .

Erling looked at her in disbelief . Mouth dropping open in shock.

"What? But we didn't even - it was a mistake!" He exclaimed . Watching with wide eyes as she stomped towards him, her pretty face all mean and cold now.

He couldn't believe that his first night in Paris was turning out like this.

Had he entered a living nightmare?

Cherrie just shrugged "you pay for your mistakes. Connard." She added on in a mutter. Not aware that he had the app brought up on his phone.

As the word dickhead came up on his screen, he scowled .

"Okay that's uncalled for." He muttered to himself. Then he began to type , holding up his finger for her to wait a minute . Trying to ignore the heated glare she was sending his way.

How had she went from giving him butterflies to intimidating the absolute shit out of him?

Then he pressed play and a French voice filled the space between them.

"je suis désolé. je te payerai. mais pouvez-vous s'il vous plaît me dire pourquoi vous faites cela?" It said.

(im sorry. i will pay you. but can you please tell me why youre doing this?)

Cherrie frowned at him. Pinching her lips shut as she took in the concerned and upset look on his face . Realising that this really did seem to be a stupid mistake on his half.

Men. She thought  to herself with a shake of her head . So stupid .

Sighing she placed her hands on her hips and held out her hand in front of her .

“Money first." She muttered to him moodily . Not at all happy with how her night was turning out .

But before he could say anything else her phone rang, making her quickly pulling out the old blackberry from her bra and accept the call.

Turning away from haaland and bringing the phone up to her ear . Forgetting this his phone was still on and translating every word she said into his screen.

"frère? est-ce que mon bébé va bien? est-ce qu'elle dort? je serai bientôt à la maison." She rushed out in worry. Biting the tip of her nails as she listened to her brother tell her that Angel was sleeping and asking her where she was.

(Brother? Is my baby sleeping? Is she okay? I will be home soon.)

"Je travaille. oui je sais. Non. Je vais lui faire payer le double pour avoir cette couverture. peut-être un jouet aussi." She murmured into the phone.

(i'm working. yes, i know. no. i'm going to charge him double so i can get angel that blanket. maybe a toy too.)

Leaving Erling to read his own screen that was translating every words she said for him , his eyes blown wide in shock as he glanced between his screen and the woman opposite him.

Baby? She had a baby? Was that why she was doing this? He felt his stomach then to knots . Could she really not afford a blanket or a toy?

Looking around at his temporary penthouse that didn't even make a dent in his bank, he felt nothing but guilt.

Here he was living like a king while she was prostituting herself out just so she could feed herself and her baby.

She spent another minute telling her brother that she had to go do one more job before she would be back . Promising him that she would be safe before she finally ended the call.

Turning back around , she almost jumped out of her skin as she saw Erling a lot closer than he had been before. Looking at her with a soft look on his face , eyes curious and concerned .

Then her eyes traveled to his phone and she understood .

He had heard every word.

Inhaling deeply , she pursed her lips and stared straight back at him. Not letting his height or hulking figure intimidate her.

"You have a baby?" He asked her quietly just to be sure . Leaning against the back of the couch as he looked at her .

His Gaze running over the soft slope of her nose and the tenseness to her lips as she glared back at him. Eyes no longer inviting him in.

Cherrie slowly nodded her head . "Oui."

He slowly nodded his head , gently clearing his throat as he looked down to his fidgeting hands in his lap.

"How old?" He mumbled curiously.

She crossed her arms defensively over her chest , feeling uncomfortable with the questions.

"Almost two. I had her when I was nineteen." She told him. Glancing back out of the large window and taking in the beautiful view of Paris like she had never seen it before .

Erling nodded again . Looking up at her , chewing on his bottom lip anxiously .

"You need help?" He asked her gently .

Meaning it too. Because he had set his mind on it now. There was no way he was just going to let her walk out of there unable to afford even a blanket for her baby. He wouldn't be able to sleep at night if he did.

Cherrie simply rose a brow at him "€200. That will help." She reminded him. Looking at the bun slicked back on his head. Briefly wondering how long his hair was.

Erling shook his head with a slight frown.

“That's not enough." He muttered . Placing his head in his hands as he wondered how he should handle this.

Cherrie looked at him like he had gone insane . Walking past him to the couch , she tiredly sat down and picked up her glass of wine .

It was the most expensive wine she would ever drink so she might as well enjoy it before she left .

"It is. I didn't do anything. I charge by what we do." She told him blandly .

Although she didn't usually charge as much as she had him. But then again, the guys she sold herself to didn't usually weren't this rich. So she found it hard to care.

Erling's frown deepened as he got up and sat next to her. Turning his body to face her , stomach still fluttering at the sight of her dark eyes looking back at him.

"Stay here. I'm here for a week. I'll get you everything you need . Please." He added quietly when he saw the look she was shooting him.

Rolling her eyes bitterly "I can't do that. I have a baby. I need to get home to her." She muttered taking another swig from her glass and savouring the sweet taste.

He nodded "I know. Bring her. There's two rooms in here. I'll have a cot brought up." He told her casually as a plan set into motion in his head .

Cherrie looked at him like he was insane .

“Non! I don't know you! You don't even know my name!" She exclaimed wondering if he was insane.

What kind of man wanted a prostitute and her baby to stay with them while they were on holiday?

Erling smiled at her a little , eyes searching her own.

"Then tell me it. What's your real name?" He murmured.

She hesitated before finally giving in. He already knew too much . What was another thing to add to the growing list?

"Cherrie." She whispered to him before draining the last of her glass and sitting it down on the table.

"I can't stay. I need to work. I have bills ." She stumbled over her words as she fiddled with her ringless fingers. Chewing on her bottom lip as she thought about her little Angel at home waiting for her.

If she didn't work they would have nothing.

Sensing the way she was getting ready to stand up he quickly placed his hand over her own to stop her . 

His words panicked and desperate to keep her there. "What if I pay you more? I'll cover your rent and everything else you need. You can relax here ... I won't expect anything . It would just make me feel better to know that you're safe. Please." He almost pleaded with her.

Cherrie wondered if she was dreaming. Heart pounding in her chest at the thought of staying in this magical penthouse for the week and being paid for it too.

She could get her baby so many things ...

As she thought about her mould ridden and freezing cold apartment that was the size of the kitchen in this room. She knew what her answer would be.

And she always had her knife on her if things turned sour.

Her baby could sleep in a comfortable bed. She wouldn't have to put a coat on her baby just to

Keep her warm while they were inside .

So with a hesitant nod she finally agreed. "Okay." Seeing the way Erling's eyes lit up.

She frowned at him. "Rules. I want." She told him firmly .

"Okay. Lay them on me." He replied excitedly as he got up to pour them another glass of wine. Feeling oddly giddy considering the strange situation he had found himself in.

Perhaps it was because she had no idea who he was. The way she was treating him like she would treat any other man. Not afraid to put him in his place.

He had never had someone talk to him like this before . People were usually too afraid.

It was a nice change .

"You pay me upfront." Was the first thing she listed.

Accepting the glass from him and getting comfortable on the couch. Eyeing him warily as he sat down next to her again. A little closer than before.

Erling nodded in understanding . "Okay. What else?" He easily agreed . Pulling off his hoodie . Feeling bad that she was just sat there in her tiny dress.

Gently passing her his hoodie , she paused to give him a frown before carefully taking it from him

And sliding it over her head.

Pulling it down over her knees before getting comfortable again. Clearing her throat and continuing .

"I don't answer unless I want to."

He tilted his head at that. "Okay. But I can ask questions yes? Even if you don't answer?"

She hesitantly nodded her head .

His grin only grew .

"My bebe is ..." she nervously picked at the edge of his hoodie . Having never talked about her daughter before to anyone other than her brother.

“-Fussy . She will grab at you and talk a lot. Not all sense.." she struggled to find the words to explain.

Erling helped her . "Doesn't always make sense?"

She nodded her head . Repeating him. "Oui."  Miming talking hands in front of them she giggled a little . "beaucoup de bêtises!" (A lot of nonsense)

Haaland carefully repeated what she had said . Making her grin at how strange it sounded coming from his mouth.

"Okay. Is there anything I shouldn't do?" He asked her curiously .

Cherrie tilted her head with a hum.

“Not too loud. Scares her." She simply told him before getting up and placing her hands on her hips.

Raising her brow at him curiously "I've heard la hotel has jacuzzi . Is there one ici?" She asked him hopefully . Having never seen one before in real life.

He grinned and jumped up from his seat.

Pointing at her gleefully  "I haven't looked yet. Come on." He muttered. Gently taking ahold of her hand and pulling her down the hallway to the bathroom .

She let out a gasp as they entered the room. Eyes going straight to the heart shaped tub in the middle . Big enough to fit at least three people.

"Oh mon dieu!" She giggled as she walked over to it . Looking over her shoulder at him as he leant against the door to watch her with a smile . Looking thoroughly amused .

"bubbles?" She questioned him as she picked up one of the small bubble bath bottles that the hotel had provided him with. "Oooo."

He laughed at her excitement . Walking over and turning it on as it began to fill up.

"You want to go in?" He offered to her. Getting a suspicious look in return . He light heartedly rolled his eyes at her.

"Alone. You can soak for a while . I'll make us food." He said to her softly. Wanting her to relax and feel Comfortable with him.

Cherrie couldn't believe the luck she had landed herself in.

Grinning happily to herself as she reached over to pour a little of the bubble bath into the tub as her answer .

He chuckled at her . Looking at her with a smile as he looked at her stood there in front of him in his hoodie which fell past her knees and hung over her hands .

Reaching over he pulled the hood up and watched it fall down over her face, laughing loudly before he patted the top of her head gently and left the room.

Forty five minutes later and Cherrie was in heaven. Almost nodding off in the gigantic tub with bubbles up to her neck , the warm water soaking her body as she sighed in bliss . Having never felt anything quite like it before .

Smelling something delicious , she moaned a little to herself .

Who the hell was this guy? She wondered to herself in awe.

He had been so nice. Even after he had realised what it was that she did. Begging her to stay so that he would know she was safe. She couldn't believe it.

And he was so handsome too.

He towered over her in both width and height . One of his arms was twice the size of her own and not to forget his pretty face.. he had really nice eyes and such a expressive face too. She sighed blissfully to herself at the thought of him.

Still expecting herself to wake up at any moment and be back in her freezing cold apartment . Back to hell.

But as a knock sounded out at the bathroom door , she knew that this was real.

"You haven't fell asleep have you?" He called out to her concerned.

She giggled a little , taking a sip of the wine glass in her hand.

“Non! What have you cooked?" She asked him before hearing his muffled voice answer her.

Rolling her eyes she huffed out "just come in!"

The door slowly opened as haaland hesitantly stepped into the room. Taking in the sight of her with bubbles covered up to her neck and a blissed out expression on her pretty face.

Holding back a laugh as he walked over to her and carefully knelt down beside the tub. Leaning his side against it as he looked at her .

Resting his arm on the side of the tub and resting his cheek on his hand, he smiled gently .

“Relaxed yet?"

Cherrie just hummed. Peering at him through tired eyes. "Jelly." Was all she mumbled. Yawning loudly afterwords.

Laughing beneath his breath , he couldn't help but poke her now bare cheek softly.

Taking in the sight of her bare face now that she had washed all the dark makeup off. She was still so beautiful . Freckles littered her nose and cheeks , lashes long and curled as she peered back at him curiously .

Lips still as pouty , only naturally pink instead of her usual painted red.

"Your body feels like jelly?" He corrected her. She just yawned again with a nod. His face softened at her cuteness .

"I made some pasta. Pesto. Is that alright?" He murmured to her , just as tired after the day he had.

"Oui." There was a short silence between them. Only the sound of the water surrounding her filling the air.

"How did this happen?" He whispered the question on his mind as he looked at her. "Why?"

She just sighed long and hard , deciding that she had nothing left to lose .

She might as well confide in someone. After this week was over she would never see him again anyways .

"I dropped out of school when I was fifteen to look after mon father . My brother was working so he couldn't do it. He had cancer." She told him quietly .

"We didn't have anybody else and we were a very poor family to begin with. He died when I was eighteen."

Erling inhaled sharply , feeling his heart break for her . He reached over and picked up her hand, interlacing their fingers tighter and gently squeezing her palm in comfort .

Exhaling shakily she gave him a small smile before. Looking back down at the bubbles surrounding her .

"I kind of went off the rails a little . Got drunk and met a cute boy. Got pregnant and never saw him again." She simply shrugged "and I had no schooling or help so i had no choice. I had to do what I had to do. Angel is my priority . Always." She finished off , draining her glass to wash away the lump in her throat .

She couldn't change the past . Didn't want to . She had Angel. Her baby was her world and she wouldn't trade her for anything.

Erling had tears in his eyes as he looked at the beautiful woman in front of him. So young yet she had struggled so much already in life .

She didn't deserve this at all.

He decided then that he was going to do everything he could to make sure they both got the life they deserved .

It had to have been fate. He thought to himself a little tipsily .

To bring her into his life when he had been feeling so down and so hopeless . So alone.

He could help them and maybe she could help him too.

"You're amazing ." He simply told her .

Bringing her hand up to his lips and gently kissing her knuckles , seeing her flush a little as she struggled to meet his gaze . 

“So strong and wonderful ." He murmured , taken by her.

Cherrie just smiled bashfully, overwhelmed and emotional. Having never had such kind words spoken towards her before .

"Merci." She whispered to him before silence fell over them again. Comfortable and safe.

Erling slowly stood back to his feet and reluctantly let go of her hand.

"Theres some boxers on the bed. I think my sweatpants will be too big. I'll bring the food to you when you're ready." He told her softly before leaving her alone again.

Alone with her racing thoughts and the conflicting feelings of 'what if?'.

By the time that she was cuddled into the bed , warm

And full from the food she had eaten. It was almost three o'clock in the morning .

"Erling?" She called out to him tiredly when she heard him pass by her door to go to his own room.

He peeked his head around her door with a soft "yeah? Everything okay?" Looking over at her bundled up in the covers. Her face barely Visible at all.

She hummed contently. "Oui." She yawned again barely managing to keep herself awake .

"I need to pick up my bebe early. Okay?" She told

him already half asleep. Needing him to get her up.

The bed was just so soft , she had a feeling that it would be a struggle getting her out of it when the sun came up.

Erling smiled softly and nodded his head , looking down at his phone and quickly setting a alarm.

"Okay. Goodnight Cherrie. Sleep well." He whispered to her fondly before closing the door and heading to his own room instead .

Perhaps Paris was the change he needed after all.

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thots & theories :: loki season 2 episode 1

This post will contain spoilers for the first episode of Loki Season 2 under the cut so please if you haven't watched yet, then press Keep Reading at your own risk.

What you will find under the cut: Whoring out and the return of a side of me that I never actually thought would ever come out again…"Theorist Ally" 🥴🫡

Thots

Please tell me I wasn't the only one at risk of heading to the ER from choking after seeing that first shot of TVA agents chasing Loki down the hallway like besties & fellow whores I did not have "Marvel mercifully decides to leave the mango untouched" in my 2023 bingo card. But we actually got that shot in HD now and it's blowing my tiny whoring mind 🥵😮‍💨

And all the hair flips we got once he lands from a time slip with the tense jaw and neck muscles like Sir we're trying to feel for you and feel the urge to wrap you in a blanket and give you cuddles, but you're making it really hard not to think about [redacted]

Lemme just give y'all some shots that had me feeling all kinds of ways throughout this episode:

Thoughts

Something I really appreciated in this was that while Loki was concerned about how the time slipping looked to people witnessing it, Mobius was more concerned about how Loki felt experiencing it. Precious beb deserves to have someone that actually cares to that level and that bit just warmed my cold dead heart 🥹

In the same vein as above, Mobius' refusal to give up on Loki coming back until the last possible second and even begging OB to hold off a little longer really struck a chord with me because again, he now has someone that isn't just concerned about his well-being but also will believe in him even if everyone's going to tell them to give up 💖

The scene where OB was remembering new memories from his past in realtime during his conversation with Mobius in the present was something that I found insanely clever like let me tell you I was geeking out about it on my couch at 9am on a Friday morning

The sequences where Loki begins to realize in seconds where he's been yoinked off to in the timeline was a really good showcase of how smart our stabby boi is because he was using elements in his surroundings to form a timeline in his head to estimate where he was and he's doing all this under the pressure of not knowing when he's going to disappear again and under visibly excruciating pain 🥺💖

I'm living for the fact that B-15's part of the main group of characters and she really served that look of "are you fucking kidding me and right in front of my salad" when General Dox and X-5 were having their little moment.

Speaking of Dox and X-5…something's going on with those two and if y'all are thinking "mother/son" then lemme just nudge you in the direction of Oedipus Complex because…something about those two don't sit right with me 😖😖

The whole profound emotional moment with Sylvie finally feeling like she can breathe and not have to worry about running anymore and actually eat something that isn't something she hunted would have had the teeniest bit more impact if it didn't take place in a McDonald's but I gotta admit I too have once considered trying the entire menu 😂

Theories

Let's start off with my theories surrounding the scene where they fix the Temporal Loom because I have a feeling that we're going to be returning to that sequence and that setting quite a few times towards the end of the season. And with that sequence alone I have so many questions.

Like how did Sylvie get stuck in the elevator? Who pruned Loki that allowed him to return to his present timeline and also save Mobius in the process? Who's on the other end of the line on that ringing phone in the future? Why is General Dox sending troops upon troops of Minutemen to Sylvie's location and how is she even certain that where they're all headed off to is the location they're after?

So here's a few of my theories/predictions for what we're about to see as Season 2 plays out:

Loki prunes himself – I think we're going to revisit that scene where Loki gets pruned only from a more future Loki's point of view where we see that he's the one that prunes Episode 1 Loki so that he could be extracted and returned to his present timeline. He's the one holding the time stick.

General Dox is a tertiary antagonist – in the grand scheme of the season I think she and X-5 will probably at most be a nuisance with some firepower, but they're not the biggest threat after Kang, which leads me to…

OB is a secondary antagonist – I know I know we love him right now because he's fun and quite matter of fact, but hear me out. I think that his priority will be fixing the Temporal Loom which goes against what at least B-15 stands for because each branched timeline has countless lives living in them. He knows how the loom works and he knows how to repair it, so he puts that above all else to the extent where he could try and reconcile them all once again into a Sacred Timeline. Point is, he won't want the Loom to break.

Rennslayer and Kang are the primary antagonists…and maybe also Minutes? – that casual hard launch in the beginning scenes where Loki's in the past TVA hasn't left my mind and I think this is where we're headed

And now here's where I go tin foil hat and give my most out there theory that I hope won't happen but something tells me that it will.

So…y'all know how in Doctor Who, Clara Oswald sacrifices herself into the Doctor's timeline and splits herself into thousands (maybe even millions) of iterations of herself with the singular goal of saving the Doctor? She becomes a being that is destined to make that decision again and again because the Clara that jumped into the timeline was a life that's probably already been created as a result of that very sacrifice?

That type of circular infinite path of life is like the snake that's forever doomed to eat its own tail in a circle until the end of time. That concept and that symbol is called an Ouroboros.

And now that I've given that long winded intro here's the part where some of you are about to click off and call me delulu and you know what valid but if you're still here and you wanna see the clown show here we go:

Loki will become an Ouroboros

I don't think this episode was just titled "Ouroboros" because we're being introduced to OB. I think there was a more profound meaning to the episode title, that meaning being that this is the path that Loki's headed down. I think he sacrifices himself in the scene where he faces the Temporal Loom without a protective suit on and this will cause him to split into infinite versions of himself throughout the timelines. And one of these infinite versions will find himself in the Future TVA where he sees the Loki from Episode 1 running in search of a time stick.

Now I can already hear some of you going "But Ally why would he do that?" And I'm going to pull from Loki's words directly to explain what his motive could be to do such a thing:

"I want to save my friends"

Now with all that being said, I'm totally open to other theories and I genuinely hope that my big theory is not correct because I really don't like that that's the route my brain went when trying to connect the pieces.

Gonna go and tag some usual suspect besties in this (and not gonna put this into the series tag because self preservation): @gigglingtiggerv2 @holdmytesseract @smolvenger @coldnique @peachyjinx @gruftiela @lokisgoodgirl @loopsisloops @give-me-a-moose @lokischambermaid @tallseaweed @mischief2sarawr @maple-seed @joyful-enchantress @november-rayne @ladyofthestayingpower @fictive-sl0th @mochie85 @liminalpebble @simplyholl +++

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oooo i love that!! i think nico gets there immediately and she knows she had screwed up and she needs to make it up and it seems like matt is the more open one and uses his words more than nico so maybe she try’s to use more words and explains her self and the whole thing to matt from her side …. i cant see them to angst they are just babies :(

“Hi Matthew” She played with the new pendant hanging around her neck, the feeling of the engraved initials on the back kept her nerves at bay as she held out the bouquet of mixed flowers for the man she loved so much.

"Nicolette? What are you doing here?" Matty took in her appearance quickly. She looked like a mess, like she had been traveling all day. Her once pristinely white outfit had a grimy look to it as beads of sweat slowly fell.

"Aren't you supposed be like in, I don't know, New York or something?" He had to look away. He was still mad at her and if he continued looking at her he would bend in an instant and forgive her, which he wasn't ready to do yet.

Nico swallowed thickly. Matthew had never called her by her full first name before. She didn't like it very much. It her feel worse than she already did.

"Camp's in Cleveland and I have a couple of days before I have to be there." She reminded him. She wanted to speak, but the correct words were caught in the back of her throat. She opened her mouth but nothing came out, so there was an awkward pause.

"Well If you aren't gonna say anything, I think you should go." Matthew pursed his lips, closing the door to his apartment. When it wouldn't completely close he looked up in confusion.

"Wait let me explain please! I messed up. Please Matthew." Nico stuck her foot in the door to keep it from closing completely. She winced a little when it hit, but she was determined. She's come all this way with literally nothing. She wasn't about to be turned away because she couldn't use her words.

"Go on" He nodded. Matthew needed to hear her excuse, er, explanation. No matter what she said, he would most likely forgive her in time, but he was still intrigued in what she had to say now.

"I'm sorry. I thought you were going to propose." She confessed. Her fingers found their way back to the necklace. Playing with it again, she inadvertently showed off that she was wearing it.

"What? Why? We've never talked about marriage. So what made you think I would just spring that one you? I thought you knew me better than that."

"I know. I know! That's what I thought too, why would you propose, you've never expressed interest before. But then you had a little speech and box you put on the table looked way too small to have a necklace in it. It was practically a ring box. I'm sorry Matthew. I'm sorry." Nico got everything out in one breath, but began to get worked up. The flowers she was once holding fell to the ground.

"Hey, hey. I forgive you. You're okay." He tucked a few wispy baby hairs behind her ears in an attempted to tame her hair. Matthew pulled her in closed, engulfing her in his large arms. Instinctively his lips brush against the top of her crown.

Nico let out a small cry. She was exhausted. "You're okay" Matt reminded her.

He understood where she was coming from with her thoughts and explanation. He didn't like that she assumed something that he wouldn't do. And he really did forgive her, he wasn't just saying that to calm her. But she had still hurt his feelings.

Matthew brought her inside. He started the shower and helped her remove her clothing. He gave her, her privacy while she cleaned up. In that time he had, he found some clothes, and heated her up a little something to eat. The good boyfriend put his girl to bed after she seemed to be okay.

Nico snuggled underneath the covers. Once she was comfortable, she flipped the corner back inviting him to join her in his own bed. Matthew moved the bedding back to where it previously was.

He wanted to so badly to hold her as drifted off to sleep, to feel her presence that calmed him so many times. But he just needed a minute to think. Maybe it would be best for tonight if he slept on the couch.

"Just sleep. We'll talk more in the morning k?" Matthew rubbed the spot he just kissed and then retreating to the couch.

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A smattering of general updates:

I played Tears of the Kingdom. I didn't really enjoy it. I understand why it was popular though; I'm just not the demographic for these types of video games anymore. I didn't find it creatively rewarding and after a time I sat there thinking 'I would rather be writing right now', and since then I have learnt that writing is made easier by doing things which are not writing, because it makes me miss it. My dad also doesn't really like it but for some reason has played hundreds of hours in it. I don't know either - I think he will take anything called Zelda at this point.

I spectated the Doctor Who David Tennant Special and watched some clips of the new season. I'm not a fan of RTD, and not a DW fan anymore (not for a long time), but it was an interesting study in how studios try to attract old and new fans.

I read a lot of books, and that lie people tell you about all books being good for you is a lie, because a cyberpunk anthology of short stories made me so angry I got heartburn. I think people who say that are saying so because they wish that they could read a lot, in which case I say, yes I think reading is a gift and we should engage with it, however, sometimes I get so physically angry from something stupid/bad I've read because bad writers exist that it gives me actual pain. I am reading Howl's Moving Castle right now and it's very joyful; I am very surprised by the liberties the animated film took! However so far I do think both experiences are worthwhile, and if you enjoyed the Ghibli film, I very much recommend checking out the original book if you want to revisit that world again. The prose is straightforward but a little whimsical, and Howl is very, very funny. I have laughed aloud a few times.

Well, you know I rewatched Dark, and it's funny that during my exile I said 'this is like if RWBY got the ending it deserves' and then, er, I found out it's not renewed yet, and that's still up in the air, which for the entirety of RWBY I have only had one true moment of doubt of such a thing, and that was a while ago.

On that topic, yes, I still ship Jaune/Cinder, believe Cinder's redemption is likely, etc., although there are some more external concerns I would wager now than before. Before I thought it very possible to do without any commercial influence, and it depends what compromises they do or don't end up making or having already made. My analysis of Jaune's arc in V9 may not hold water as much (e.g. if you lean towards the view there were rewrites to cater to growing the audience, or perhaps it's two ideas married? I'm not sure) so I'm going to think about it more, and there always has been a tension in RWBY between what is being expected/baited and what is foreshadowed/said/actually happens.

I figured out how to write again and what was blocking me, so there's that. To talk about it a bit more, since my break I have worked every single day on writing. My key takeaways are that you need a delicate balance of delusion and self-doubt to get anything done - you don't know you can do something until you actually do it - and every excuse I invented for not writing was not the reason I was not writing. I can write with a migraine beginning to set in on an uncomfortable desk where I can't even rest my elbows properly on the end of a bed with no back support without aircon in the middle of summer before I've even taken my hair out from bedtime plaits in my pyjamas. I didn't even expect to get my fic done right before midnight, actually I was like 'well lol that's not going to happen, I'll write anyway though, fuck New Year's' because I wasn't doing anything, and then I finished and looked at the time and was like ooooh. I actually completed my goal! So I'm very proud of that. Anyway writing is breathing, to me, I go crazy if I don't do it, no matter what it is, and every single piece of nonsense advice of productivity was not helpful, ever, but I did figure it out. Also admittedly I got a fire burning under me again because I found out I was actually right about Raven, in which case I took that as a sign from heaven I was on the right track. One should hope.

I am excited about Dune Part Two, yes, although I am trying to avoid Villeneuve talking about the film because I know all the marketing is basically directed at people who aren't Dune fans, and I have to see it for myself to see what it's worth. I enjoyed the first film, and Villeneuve seems excited to direct Dune Messiah, in which case I am willing to do whatever possible to make that happen. Because that's about as complete a story you're going to get in a major motion picture adaptation and it would be So Fucking Good.

#seraphina party hour

[specialinterestshows]

Last chapter of my 3-part Finn Balor x jealous!Damian Priest fic, based on an anonymous request. Next fic I post will be a continuation of Absolute Smokeshow!

Warnings for this section: Biting, dirty talk, hickies

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My M.O. (Missed Opportunity) (Part 3/3): Hell (In A Cell) And Back

"I did, because I do," Damian wasn't used to feeling so exposed and his face was getting warmer, but now wasn't the time to back out, "Te amo."

To his surprise, Finn started blushing and immediately asked, "For how long?"

“Truth is, I've been into you since you stomped on my chest during Hell in a Cell," Damian chuckled at the memory, "At first I thought that’s why my heart was racing" - he had a wistful expression on his face as he continued - "You kept impressing me during that match. Y cuando uniste a nuestro grupo... I was beyond happy. It wasn’t like the color in the world was dull before, pero cuando entraste en mi vida…”

“It was like everything was brighter, more vivid,” Finn said, catching Damian off-guard, “Just like it was for me when I first started talking to you."

Damian sat in a stunned silence for a moment. Somehow he hadn't fully prepared himself for his feelings to be reciprocated and everything felt a bit surreal.

"You never said anything," Damian finally spoke - not yet looking up or giving into the happiness that threatened to swell in his chest.

"I wasn't sure you were interested in men, to be honest," Finn laughed at himself, "I usually have a good gauge on that sort of thing, but it all goes out the window when I'm interested in someone; I get too wrapped up wondering if I'm just seeing what I want to see" - he gently placed his hand on Damian's, making Damian look up - "Happy to see that's not the case here."

The soft affection in the way Finn was grinning at him broke through Damian's instinct to close himself off, and he smiled back.

Damian closed his hand around Finn’s and looked deep into his eyes before asking, "Can I call you mine?"

"Thought you'd never ask," Finn replied, letting go of Damian’s hand to pull him in by his face for a kiss. The moment Finn’s lips touched his own was better than any other victory Damian had experienced. Finn pulled away to look at Damian lovingly, pale blue eyes glinting in the low light, before kissing him again. Smiling into the kiss, Damian felt Finn’s beard rubbing up against his own stubble and it ignited something in him.

Gripping the back of Finn's head with one hand, he bit Finn's lip, making him moan.

"Eres todo mio, lindo," Damian pulled away to growl in his ear, "Solo mio. Say it."

"I'm all yours, Papi," Finn breathed, blushing when he heard himself, "Only yours."

"Papi, huh?" Damian chuckled, watching Finn adjust the bulge in his pants before Damian's hand moved to gently wrap around Finn's throat, "What else are you into, cariño?"

Damian rubbed his free hand on the outside of Finn's pants and gave his throat a gentle squeeze, laughing when he felt it make Finn harder.

“In the parking lot?" Finn managed to ask between moans and gasps as Damian continued to play with him, "What are we, teenagers?”

"You really want to walk in on Rhea using Dom for "stress relief"?" Damian asked, gripping Finn's hair and kissing down his neck.

"Dunno - could be hot," Finn admitted, letting out a moan and squirming when Damian sunk his teeth into Finn's shoulder and started sucking.

"Dirty boy," Damian smirked as soon as his mouth was free, moving his hand to cradle Finn’s face, "Tell Papi what else you’re into.”

“How much time have you got?” Finn joked.

“For you, mi amor?” Damian answered, tracing Finn’s lips with his thumb, “Todo el tiempo en el mundo.”

[end part three of three]

#wwe fanfiction #the judgment day #damian priest #finn balor x damian priest #finn balor #rhea ripley #rhea ripley x dominik mysterio #dominik mysterio #smut adjacent #specialinterestshows presents #my m.o. (missed opportunity)

[icy-cold-bitch-latte]

I always see things for the reader stealing *their* clothes, but what about the sides stealing the *readers* clothes? How would they react?

Anon I love this idea so freaking much omg

The Sides stealing the reader's clothes

Warnings: fluff, Roman angst (sorry), suggestive stuff for Logan and Remus

Patton

Patton couldn't find his cat cardigan anywhere (and no, it wasn't around his shoulders, he checked)

He'd taken it off and set it down for just a second, but when he went to put it back on it wasn't there

Unfortunately, you weren't in your room when he checked to see if you'd let him borrow something to wear

He didn't like taking things from you without getting your permission first, but he needed something to warm him up

Spotting a scarf hanging up, he gently took it down and wrapped it snugly around his shoulders (or "cold-ers", as he often called them), making a mental note that he should do something nice for you in return so you wouldn't be too upset with him taking it

After he left, he wandered downstairs to find himself a cookie to eat, and maybe even a second cookie if he was feeling dangerous

You were already in the kitchen, wearing the exact same cat cardigan Patton had been looking for earlier 

When the two of you saw each other in the opposite one's clothes you both burst out laughing until your sides hurt

"So that's where my cardigan went!" Patton exclaimed, trying to catch his breath

"Sorry for just sorta taking it, I always thought it looked really cute on you and just wanted to try it on"

"Well, I'm sorry for taking your scarf without asking, I had to keep my cold-ers warm somehow"

You giggled before holding up a plate with cookies on it. "Want one?" You offered

He smiled before picking one up. "Cookies may be sweet, but they're no where near as sweet as you." He kissed your cheek while you blushed

Roman

Roman was devastated. He'd tried out for an important role in a play he really wanted to be in earlier that day, and to say he blew the audition was an understatement

His ego was bruised, and his heart was hopelessly crushed. There was absolutely nothing that could ever make him feel happy again... except for maybe spending some quality time with his devoted and loving partner, that is

He went to search the house for you, hoping you'd be there to give him some words of encouragement (and also cuddles), but when he couldn't find you he got even most frustrated and upset

Had his beloved darling somehow found out about his awful performance and decided that because of it, they were going to leave him for good?

Wrapping himself in one of the jackets he'd stolen from you ages ago, he collapsed on your bed in a fit of tears, sobbing into your pillow until he eventually tired himself out and fell asleep

You ended up finding him still lying there later that day after you'd gotten back from helping Patton shop for groceries

Walking over to the bed, you sat down next to him and began gently stroking his hair until he woke up a few moments later

Upon seeing that it was you, he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tight, tears threatening to spill out of his eyes yet again

Having known about what had happened from Logan, you hugged him back, gently consoling him the best you could

"It's okay, my sweet prince. Don't worry, I'm here"

He was able to calm himself down a lot quicker than before, simply by you just being there

You hugged him for a bit longer before asking, "Roman, is that my jacket that I thought I lost a couple weeks ago?"

He hesitated before letting out a muffled "Maybe" as a response

You chuckled, holding him close. "It's alright, you can keep it. It looks good on you"

Logan

Logan woke up that morning to find you curled up next to him, fast asleep after the previous night's, ahem, activities~

The sun hadn't quite rose yet, and since he didn't want to run the risk of waking you up he decided he'd just get dressed in the dark. I mean, how hard could it be?

Very hard, as he would find out just moments later after he'd managed to put both shoes on the wrong feet and his button up on backwards (twice)

Once he finished dressing himself to the best of his ability, he went downstairs to put on a pot of coffee, making sure to leave some behind for you when you woke up

You made your way to the kitchen not long after, yawning loudly as you shuffled down the stairs

"Good morning, Star," Logan greeted you affectionately, giving you a kiss on the forehead before handing you a cup of coffee made just the way you liked

You hummed at the nickname, leaning into his kiss before going to sit down at the kitchen table

It wasn't until after you'd gotten up for a refill that you noticed something you hadn't be awake enough to spot when you first came down

"Logan, did you inspect your outfit closely enough this morning when you got dressed?"

He furrowed his brow, confused by your unusual line of questioning. "Well, considering I did most of it in the dark so as not to wake you, no, I didn't. Why?"

"Because you're wearing my pants, that's why." You gestured towards the lower part of his body with your coffee cup, watching with a bemused look on your face as he realized the mistake he made earlier when picking out his clothes

"I- I am so sorry, I had no idea-" Logan stuttered, cheeks tinted pink at his obvious embarrassment

"Oh, honey, don't worry, I'm not upset," you reassured him, setting down your coffee on the counter. "In fact-" you made your way over to him, playing with the end of his tie in a teasing fashion, "I think it's kind of hot, you wearing my clothes and all"

Safe to say neither one of you were seen again that day until some time after lunch

Virgil

Virgil had spent most of the day at your house hanging out with you

When it came time for him to leave, he found himself not wanting to, so he was ecstatic when you offered to let him stay the night and then go home the next day

Until he remembered he didn't have anything to wear to sleep in

I mean, sure, his everyday clothes were pretty comfortable, but he really didn't want to spend the night in a pair of jeans

You let him borrow clothes before in the past, so he figured you wouldn't mind if he grabbed a pair of sweatpants to sleep in

He had just slipped them on when you came out of the bathroom, toothbrush still in hand from where you'd been brushing your teeth

"Are those my Tim Burton pajama bottoms?"

He froze upon hearing your voice, afraid you'd be upset, but when he looked up to see a slight smirk on your face he realized you were just messing with him

"Oh, uh, yeah, they are. I didn't have any other clothes on me, so I decided to borrow yours. I hope that's okay," he said sheepishly

"Don't worry, it's totally fine," you reassured him. "Besides, you look cute wearing my clothes"

You gave him a wink before going to return your toothbrush to the bathroom, leaving behind a very flustered emo boy

Janus

If there was one thing Janus hated, it was cold weather

Since he was part snake, he was cold blooded like reptiles, and therefore unable to regulate his body temperature properly, causing him to be particularly drowsy and out of it on colder days

Luckily they lived in Florida, so it was pretty much always warm, but that didn't mean there wasn't the occasional cold front that passed through

Usually he'd have his cape wrapped him on chilly days like this, but unfortunately for him Remus had gotten a strange combination of glitter glue and what he hoped was mayonnaise on it the day before, meaning it had to be washed

He'd been sulking around the house looking for something warm to wear, glaring at anyone who dared to hold his gaze for too long when he spotted one of your sweatshirts laying on the back of the couch

Now, he often found sweatshirts and such to be quite unrefined, and therefore unfit for such a sassy, stylish snake boi such as himself to wear, but he was desperate at this point, and he would do almost anything to feel warm again

Making sure he was alone, he slipped it on, feeling himself become all nice and toasty almost immediately

He'd felt so relaxed and comfortable he hadn't even heard you come down the stairs, looking for the exact same sweatshirt that he happened to have on his body

"Janus, what are you doing?"

He nearly jumped out of his skin at the question, slowly turning around to see you standing at the bottom of the stairs, watching him with an amused look on your face

"Well, I totally didn't steal your sweatshirt because I was cold," he remarked slyly, trying to keep himself from panicking at having been caught

You playfully rolled your eyes at him. "Uh huh, sure. But next time you get cold and you need something warm to borrow, just ask, okay? I don't mind sharing. Plus, I'd hate for my favorite little snake boy to freeze to death"

It was now his turn to roll his eyes, jokingly scoffing at you while you gave him a small boop on the nose

Remus

You were in the shower when Remus popped up in your room like he normally does when he gets bored

He was upset you were taking so long, and while he was tempted to pull a Psycho on you (with a fake knife, of course) he remembered that last time he did something like that you had threatened to shove a bar of soap down his throat if he ever tried it again

While he didn't want to face your wrath for the second time around, he also desperately needed to be entertained, or else he felt as if he might combust

Seeing the pile of clothes you'd been wearing earlier that day lying on the floor gave him a rather naughty idea for a surprise he could have for you once you were done in the bathroom

When you got out of the shower a couple minutes later, you were immediately suspicious to how quiet it was

Usually Remus used your shower time to pull off some sort of crazy, elaborate scheme he could never get away with under your supervision, so complete silence couldn't be a good thing

You hesitantly walked into your bedroom, towel wrapped around you as you quickly scanned the area, trying to see where he might be hiding

"Boo!" He said, jumping out from your closet wearing only a pair of underwear, which to you was nothing new. Until you noticed it was yours, that is

"Remus, are you- are you wearing my underwear?" You asked in disbelief as he paraded around your bedroom, clearly proud of himself

"Yup! And I must say, they fit perfectly," he said flirtatiously, giving you a wink

"Good to hear. Now, take my clothes off, and put your clothes back on. I need to get the dirty laundry together so I can wash it soon"

"If you want them back so badly, why don't you come over here and take them?" He taunted, wiggling his hips

You let out a sigh. It was going to be a long day

~

(Also I feel kinda bad because Virgil's isn't as long as the rest but I didn't want to rewrite his section so 😭 it is what it is ig)

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[cookieswithay]

• Zoro sighed as he snuggled into the covers. That fisherman was super nice for letting him sleep here. (Mr. O'hara) He wasn't sure what he was gonna do earlier. That darn whirlpool split everyone up. But he'd run into somebody eventually. He had too. But, that's a tomorrow problem.

• Right now he had to focus on getting a goodnight sleep. Which would be a piece of cake. Even if this room was super girly and was over scented. The swordsman took a deep breath and started drifting off...

• When the door suddenly opened. Naturally, the alarms in his head went off. But then again, this is someone else's house. The old man probably had to grab something. That was... until Zoro heard a rather feminine sigh.

• What the hell?

• He thought.

• Doesn't this guy live alone?

• Right? Or...is he being robbed by woman?...Sounds about right. Zoro raised up slowly. Hopefully, he could grab his swords without being noticed. (Sheath on, of course. This was only to scare 'er)

• In mid grab, he looked up. The lady was stripping. He screamed. Which startled the lady, making her shout as well.

• (That's you)

• Later

• After going back in forth for awhile, (Zoro calling you a pervert, and You calling him robber) the both of you woke up the old man. Like literally ran to his door. Now everyone's sitting in the livingroom having a discussion...ish.

• "What's with you anyway!?"

• The swordsman shouted.

• "You got some thing for getting naked in front sleeping people!?"

• You gasped. How dare he accuse of something so vile. (Seriously, who would do that?)

• "Me!? What a about you sleeping in my bed!?"

• "Who the hell even are you!?"

• Despite that being a good question, Zoro continued his rant about you being a creep. Meanwhile, Mr. O'hara's trying to get a word in. He'd explain if y'all gave him a chance.

• "Pervert!"

• "Psycho!"

• "Pervert!"

• "Psycho!"

• "Alright, that's enough!"

• The old man finally cut in, whacking both of you in the head. You guys groaned, while he grabbed some alcohol.

• "Listen up, Y/N,"

• "Earlier today, I was almost eaten by a sea king when I was fishing."

• He pointed at Zoro.

• "But this young man sliced 'em into sashimi!"

• Cool. This random joe saved your pops. What does this have to do with him in room though?

• "So after we ate it, I said can he stay with me-"

• "In my room!?"

• "You're never home anyway!"

• "Dad!"

• Zoro stepped back, as a NEW argument started. Even if this family is crazy, it felt like home. The ship.

• "Weirdos." He snickered

• Finally

• After you and your dad finished squabbling, the sleeping positions were discussed. You got your bed back and Zoro got the couch. Finally, everyone could go to back to bed. Well not without you saying something first.

• "I'm really sorry."

• You said with a bow.

• "I just got scared earlier."

• He was pretty shocked. With the way you snapped at him earlier, he thought for sure you were a crab.

• "It's fine, I guess."

• "I would've freaked too."

• Maybe a little, but he'd throw hands right after. You gave a awkward smile, and wiped your hands on your shorts.

• "Um, see you tomorrow?"

• "See you tomorrow."

• As you walked of towards your room, Zoro contemplated on telling you something else. But shuts it down... To hell with it, he'll say it.

• "Hey."

• You turned.

• "Um, not bad."

• "What?"

• "Your body...it's pretty nice."

• Silence.

• "And you said I'm perv."

• "Shut up, just speaking my mind."

• He said, playfully. You snickered and closed your door. Zoro stretched out and settled in. This spot was nice. Real nice.

No explanation, no reason, just because.

#one piece #one piece fluff #one piece x reader #zoro x reader #fem reader #roronoa zoro #oneshot #funny post #scares #fisherman #sashimi #rewatching one piece #random dialogue #stay cool