#I’ve been looking for a new small pillow to use and now I’ve got one

[bitchapalooza]

This was so worth the 17 bucks holy shit

#it’s actually good quality for an amusement park game prize #I’ve been looking for a new small pillow to use and now I’ve got one #and I’ve got plenty of money left over to save back too! #talkies

[girlygirl14534]

Body Heat - Bucky x Reader

Pairing: Bucky x Avenger!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Cock Warming, Snowed In, Only One Bed

Length: 3.7k

Summary: A blizzard knocks out the power in the safehouse where you and Bucky are sharing a bed. Can Bucky keep you warm through the cold night?

Author’s Note: It has been so cold where I live lately and there’s nobody better than Bucky to warm me up. I’m entering this work into @targaryenvampireslayer Blind Date Writing Challenge. I don’t participate in a lot of fandom events, so this was really fun! I used the Only One Bed trope and the Dialogue Prompts “Take your clothes off. Right now,” and “Are you holding back? Don’t.” Happy reading and stay warm! Divider via @firefly-graphics

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“You didn’t even want to get egg rolls,” Bucky whined as you grabbed one off of his plate.

You grinned as you bit into it. He smiled back at you, but his shoulders shifted ever so slightly, tipping you off to his next move. His chopsticks swooped onto your plate in retaliation, but you were ready for him, blocking his attempt on your orange chicken.

He glared at you and you relented. He popped the chicken into his mouth with a satisfied smirk. You rolled your eyes at him and took a sip of your beer. It was a local brew. A little hoppy but not too bitter, with a surprisingly crisp taste. You loved trying beers at every new little town you ended up at. Nothing beat a cold beer after a long mission, even if it was 20 degrees and dropping outside.

It was warm and cozy inside the little cabin. This safe house was cuter than most. It had a little wood stove and lace tablecloth—definitely grandmother-approved. The place was small, but you’d stayed at smaller ones. Although most had at least a few twin size cots. The bed here looked comfortable, but there was only one.

“It’s picking up out there,” Bucky nodded at the window. Outside you could see the snow swirling in the wind.

“The Winter Soldier scared of a little snow?” you teased.

“Oh, shut up. You wouldn’t last ten seconds out there. Remember Helsinki?”

“That is so unfair! I fell into a frozen pond!”

“I told you not to walk on that patch of ice!”

“You were being a know-it-all.”

“That’s because I actually know it all.”

You threw your half-eaten egg roll at him.

“You didn’t even eat it?!”

You shrugged and he glared at you as he finished it. After dinner, you got ready for bed. It had been a long day. When Bucky came out of the shower, you were already under the paisley-printed covers.

He grinned at you. “That’s my favorite bonnet,” he said, nodding at the silky cap on your head.

“You have favorite bonnets of mine?”

He shrugged. “I’ve seen you in enough of them. I love the one with rhinestones on the headband. You look like a queen. The Kirby one is really cute, too.”

“Nice try, Bucky.” You threw a pillow at him. “You’re still sleeping on the floor.”

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes.”

You knew he was going to jump on the bed a second before he did it, but you didn’t stop him. He looked so satisfied with himself.

“Time for bed,” you said as you started stacking pillows on the bed between you.

“Afraid you won’t be able to keep your hands off of me?” he teased.

“Don’t think I forgot how you hogged the couch in Bangladesh.”

“I maintain that you rolled off of the couch by yourself.”

“Well then consider it protection from me rolling you off the bed.”

He laughed as you finished the wall of pillows, marking your territory. You were just grateful that the bed was big enough to have your own space and that there were enough blankets that you wouldn’t have to share. You loved Bucky, but in your friendship you were more likely to trade insults than share the covers. Was there something more behind the words you traded? Maybe. Sometimes it felt obvious that he felt the same and other times you were certain that he just saw you as a friend.

If you were just friends, you were friends that lived and worked in very close quarters. You’d had a lot of hands-on moments working the mission with him today. If you had a little more privacy, you’d probably be touching yourself right now thinking about the weight of him on top of you as he tackled you to the ground to protect you, his hair tickling your face as he whispered a new tactical plan into your ear. Instead you were stuck here, close but not close enough. You sighed in frustration.

“Need a bedtime story?” Bucky asked.

“Once upon a time, a former assassin wouldn’t shut up while his teammate tried to sleep.”

“Teammate? That’s all I am to you?” he asked. The hurt and offense in his voice almost sounded real.

“What do you want to be described as?” you asked.

“Just get some sleep, princess.”

You chuckled and rolled over, soon falling asleep. You dreamt of him, of course. Of his hands on you. One warm, one cold. And then it was just his left hand. It was so cold. You let him keep touching you, of course. You didn’t care if you got frostbite. You just wanted him to keep touching you.

You were pissed when you woke up before you could climax. But you quickly realized it wasn’t just cold in your dream. Your teeth were chattering in real life.

“Fuck. It’s freezing,” you said.

“Power’s out,” Bucky said. “Must be the storm.”

“Can we make a fire?”

“I checked. The stove is electric.”

“Are you sure? That thing looks older than you.”

Bucky laughed. “I think I saw a few candles in the cupboard.” He got up and rummaged around in the kitchen. He lit them and placed them around the room.

“Bring one here. Maybe I can warm my hands.”

He laughed as he flopped back onto his side of the bed. “I know it’s cold in here. With the blizzard, there’s no way we’ll make it down the mountain. In the morning, we can—”

“I’m not gonna make it to morning! Feel my fingers!”

Bucky outstretched his right hand toward you, smiling in amusement at what he assumed was exaggeration. When you touched him, his expression changed to one of concern. Maybe things were worse than you thought. Maybe it really was frostbite. Bucky started taking down the pillow barrier.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“You’re right,” he said as he threw pillows over his shoulder and onto the floor.

“Oooh, say that again.”

He laughed. “It’s too cold in here. You need body heat.”

You rolled your eyes but he kept moving pillows. “You’re serious?”

He nodded as he got rid of the last pillow. He awkwardly opened his arms. You scooted closer to him. This wasn’t how you wanted his arms around you, but you were too cold to deny him. He wrapped his big, strong arms around you. You relaxed into his embrace, and not just because of the warmth. He held you tight to him and you would’ve stayed just like forever, but you were still shivering. It felt like the chill had settled into your bones. The extra warmth from Bucky was only making it more obvious just how cold it was in the tiny cabin.

“We need skin to skin,” Bucky said.

You laughed but he didn’t.

“Take your clothes off. Right now,” he said.

Maybe the frigid air was impacting your decision-making, because instead of denying him, you complied. Tried to, anyway. Your fingers were so numb from the cold that you fumbled with the hem of your shirt. He gently nudged your fingers aside and helped you out of your shirt. You’d imagined the first time he took your clothes off a little differently, but you couldn’t care about that now. Once your shirt was off, he took his off too.

He hugged you again then. Your bare skin felt electrified where it touched his. He held your hands to his chest to warm them. With his hardened pecs beneath your fingers, it took all of your willpower not to squeeze.

“Is that better?” he asked.

You nodded. You didn’t trust yourself to speak. You stayed like that for a few minutes, afraid to move. Afraid that at some point he’d decide that you were warm enough. You weren’t warm enough. In any sense. You needed him closer for survival, but it became increasingly difficult to tell if you needed him because you were cold or because you were horny.

“You’re not warm enough,” he said finally. You didn’t argue.

When he pulled away, the sudden loss of warmth made your body tense up. He immediately placed his arms around you again.

“I won’t let go of you anymore, okay?”

You hated how pathetic your voice sounded when you responded, “Okay.”

His arm reached between your bodies to pull his pants down. You told yourself that you weren’t going to look, but your eyes had a mind of their own. You watched his fingers grip his waistband and tug down his boxers and his pants. Suddenly he was naked. Even in the dim lighting, you could see how big he was. His eyes went straight to yours to check in, but he found no objection. You looked away to be polite, but felt too awkward to look into his eyes. You turned around so that your back was to his chest. You were grateful that he couldn’t see your face when he started to pull your pants down. If he was hesitant about this plan, his movements didn’t show it. He was smooth and deliberate, quickly ridding you of your pajamas and underwear. When you were both undressed, he pulled you close. When you felt his cock against your ass, you shivered, and it wasn’t because of the freezing temperatures.

“That’s it,” he said. “Turn over.”

He didn’t wait for you to move, effortlessly pulling you onto your back and laying on top of you. Bucky was naked. You were naked. And he was on top of you. You were short of breath just thinking about it.

“Don’t tell me I’m taking your breath away,” he teased.

“You’re heavy,” you retorted. “I think you may need to start laying off the eggrolls.”

As you laughed together, you became hyper aware of how close your bodies were, of just how much physical contact you had. The laughing stopped abruptly.

“Why didn’t you take off my bra?” you whispered. “Afraid that once you see these you’ll be ruined for all other boobs?”

“Yes,” he nodded as he reached under you, large hands rubbing your back and unhooking the clasp. He slowly slid your straps down your arms. He looked into your eyes as he pulled your bra from between your bodies and threw it onto the floor.

Here you were, caged in his warmth, looking deep into his eyes like in one of your fantasies. And yet your instinct was to make a stupid joke, find some way to make this feel less serious. But you couldn’t think straight with his dick resting on your stomach and his warm breath on your face.

“Better?” he asked.

“Eh. Still a little chilly,” you joked breathlessly.

“I can get you warmer,” he said seriously.

You laughed. “I don’t think we could physically be any closer than we are right now.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you. “Well, technically we could be a little closer.”

“Barnes, if I go outside in the morning and find out that you cut the powerlines…”

“I can’t have you dying of hypothermia on my watch. I don’t have to move or anything. Just to keep you warm.”

You wanted to roll your eyes and hit him on the arm, but his sincerity caught you off guard.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously. I’m not a fan of the cold either. I’ve spent too much of my life frozen already. We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just thought…”

“Okay.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded. “And don’t worry, when I tell Nat this story, I won’t even mention the shrinkage.”

He laughed with you and then shook his head at you.

“What am I gonna do with you?” he asked.

“Stick your dick in me, apparently.”

He swallowed nervously. “Are you…? Are you ready?” he asked.

You nodded, hoping he wouldn’t question how wet you were already. You certainly weren’t going to bring up the fact that you had felt his length slowly hardening against you for the last few minutes.

“I, uh, just gotta…” He reached down to pump himself a few times, looking anywhere but you. You wanted to change that.

“You can look at me, Bucky.”

His eyes found yours. You’d never seen this expression on his face before. He was never this easy to read. Even though he’d beaten the Winter Soldier programming, he usually always kept a part of himself closed off. Those defenses were gone now. In their place was yearning. A desire so deep it was overwhelming. The way he looked at you was the same way you felt about him.

You arched your back, drawing attention to your chest. “You can also look here, if it helps.”

He looked at your breasts for the first time. His mouth fell open in awe. You hoped you really were ruining him for other women. You hoped he would never look at anyone else like this for as long as he lived. His eyes went from your chest back to your face as he shifted between your legs. You bit your lip when you felt the head of his cock prod your entrance. It would take everything in your power not to moan. This was probably a very bad idea. But still you let your legs fall open wider to give him easier access.

When he first pushed in, you drew a shaky breath. He stopped moving, eyes anxiously searching yours. He was terrified you’d ask him to stop. Quite the contrary.

“That all you got?” you asked.

He smirked at you before resuming his progress. Despite your earlier joke, you felt your walls stretch around him as he pushed further into you. You felt every single inch, but it was torture not being able to wrap your legs around his hips or claw at his back like you wanted to.

When he was fully seated, he stilled. You took a few deep breaths. It was dizzying, being this close to him, this full of him. It was his turn to tell you, “You can look at me, ya know.”

You looked at him in the flickering candlelight. His hair obscured your view of his face. You reached up and tucked it behind his ear. He nuzzled his face against your hand. Your heart skipped a beat. You could feel his warm cock throbbing inside of you. He was looking at you so romantically that you forgot where you were for a moment. Your body did, too. Your pussy clenched around him. You didn’t get a chance to wonder if he’d felt it. You heard him groan. Right before you felt him thrust.

His eyes darted to you, panicked. You’d seen him panic once before, as he pulled you out of the ice in Finland. That day he’d warmed you up by the fire with plenty of hot drinks and some light teasing. You preferred the current method of warming you up. Which is why you let him hear you. You moaned for him. If you’d been less desperate for him to fuck you, you would’ve been embarassed by how needy you sounded. It was nothing compared to the strangled cry Bucky let out with his second thrust. You expected him to keep moving, but he stopped again. He leaned in, eyes urgent.

“The first time I saw you,” he panted, “I knew you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever—”

Your heart fluttered, but you couldn’t have him saying things he didn’t mean. “You don’t have to flatter me, Buck—”

“It’s not flattery if it’s true. And you are so beautiful.”

You placed your hands behind his head and pulled him in for a kiss. You weren’t sure what it was going to be like, your first kiss with Bucky. Especially since that first kiss was occurring after he was already inside of you. When your lips touched, you both sighed with relief. His lips were soft. You weren’t expecting that. His tongue probed your lips gently, and you gladly gave it access. He kissed you slowly, like he was savoring every second. He cupped your breast with his right hand, softly stroking it. His touches were almost reverent. It would’ve been romantic if you weren’t so needy. There’d be time for slow and steady. You hoped so, anyway. Right now you needed fire. You needed his touch to chase away the cold.

“Are you holding back on me, Barnes? Don’t.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. He bent his head and attached his lips to your neck. He pulled the delicate flesh between his teeth as the hand on your breast eagerly squeezed. His metal hand tightened its grip on your hip. Maybe, if you were lucky, you’d have a bruise in the shape of his handprint tomorrow. Proof that this had actually happened. Proof it wasn’t just the best dream of your life.

Maybe you wanted to mark him, too. Maybe that’s why you tangled your fingers in his hair while you raked the nails of the other hand down his back. He grunted as he drove into you with renewed force, the headboard rattling against the wall.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re so wet. So tight. So perfect. Even better than I—” he stopped himself.

“Better than you imagined?” you suggested.

He nodded.

“You imagine me?” you asked, breathless.

“Every day,” he confessed.

You moved your hips in time with his next stroke, taking him deeper than ever. You both cursed. With each thrust, you knew things would never be the same. With each thrust, you got more and more desperate for him to ruin you. You writhed desperately under him and he only gripped you tighter, forcing you to stay still and accept your pleasure like a good girl. He angled his hips so that he was massaging your g-spot with every thrust. The head of his cock dragged against your center of pleasure over and over again in a relentless pursuit for your climax. You wanted to beg him to fuck you harder and faster but you didn’t want this to end yet. Not until he was as ruined as you were.

You took your hands away from him and brought them to your chest. You gripped your breasts tightly and moaned. He was mesmerized. You pinched your nipples and rolled your hips, putting on a show for him. You needed to know that he would never forget this. That he would never forget you. You tugged on your nipples and cried his name.

“That’s my job,” he said. You smirked at him.

You put your fingers in his open mouth and brought them to your clit and started rubbing slow circles. You watched his eyes darken. He grabbed your hand and brought it to his mouth again, closing his eyes in pleasure as he licked your fingers clean. Instead of putting your hand back where he found it, he brought his metal fingers to your clit instead, taking over your ministrations there. The cold, hard metal rhythmically massaged the sensitive bundle of nerves until his name was the only word in your vocabulary.

You wouldn’t last much longer. You’d see to it that neither would he. You attached your lips to his neck and sucked a bruise into the skin. His fingers on your clit went from slow circles to frantic figure 8s. Your back arched in pleasure as you felt your walls tighten around Bucky’s cock. His hips stuttered as he flooded you with warmth. Your legs shook when you felt him fill you. You whimpered his name. He whispered yours. Before you could even catch your breath, it happened.

You both knew the second the power turned back on. The hum of the fridge, the rattle of the old radiator, the red “Off” light on the coffee pot. It was like a bomb going off in the bubble you’d built. You looked at each other, startled, as if you were just realizing the extent of what you had done. For a split second, you considered pulling away from him and getting dressed, pretending none of this had ever happened. But you didn’t want that, not while his cum was still warm inside you and aftershocks of your orgasm were still rocking your core. You two spoke at the same time.

“It’ll probably take a while before you’re warm eno—”

“The power could go off again at any mo—”

“Sorry—”

“What were you saying—”

You both chuckled self-consciously.

“You love being inside me, don’t you, Barnes?” you teased with no taunting in your voice. You felt his dick twitch. You rolled your hips. “Is that a yes?”

He bit his lip and looked at you with more than lust. It was devotion.

“Yes,” he said finally.

“Good. Because you’re the only one that can keep me warm.”

“What about me?” he asked.

You looked at him, perplexed.

“I get cold, too.”

“What can I warm up for you, Bucky?”

“My ears are kinda cold,” he said.

Oh. Not exactly what you were thinking about warming up, but ok. You reached out to stroke the side of his face. He smiled and blushed, but nuzzled into your hand.

“Your thighs should be pretty warm now…”

Oh. Your thighs could keep his ears warm. You would happily straddle his face in the name of reciprocity. It was the least you could do, right?

…

The next morning, you woke up wrapped in Bucky’s arms. The heat hadn’t gone out again during the night, but you still felt like you needed Bucky’s warmth.

“I didn’t tamper with the generator,” Bucky said. “But I should have. I should’ve warmed you up like that when you fell into the lake.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Would you have let me?”

You nodded.

“You would have?!”

“I bought the Kirby bonnet for you,” you confessed.

“What?”

“I know how much you like playing Mario Kart with Sam. I thought you’d like it. I thought maybe it’d make you like me.”

He scoffed. “Are you kidding? By that point, I was already in lo—I mean, I, uh. I really do love Mario Kart, you’re right.”

“Nice save.”

“Let me take you out on a proper date.”

“One condition.”

“Anything.”

“Has to be somewhere warm.”

You shared a laugh.

“Where’s the fun in that?” he smirked.

Want to read more of my writing? Check out my ongoing Stucky x Reader series.

#bucky x reader #avenger!reader #black!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #marvel x reader #suzsblinddatewritingchallenge #suzsblinddatechallenge

[steddielations]

Staying the night, cuddling well into the morning is entirely new to Eddie when he starts dating Steve.

He hasn’t been with many guys. Favors exchanged behind a club building were quick and done. Meaningless and he didn’t mind, got used to it because that’s just how it is for people like Eddie.

No chance of going steady with someone, holding hands through a field of roses, that romantic shit wasn’t in the cards for him so he convinced himself he didn’t want it anyway. The couple of guys he’s managed to get a room with were gone by the time he woke up. Even when he thought there was something more, only to wake up alone with a cold pillow.

So with Steve, he loves being the big spoon, wrapping all four limbs around him, clinging to him so he can’t go anywhere. Not that Steve would, he never pulls away, never leaves, he loves being held as much as Eddie loves holding him. Eddie knows he won’t wake up alone, he gets the best sleep of his life with Steve in his arms. Just feeling Steve there with him, still.

Then once, Eddie’s half asleep when Steve comes over after working a late shift. Eddie’s too sleepy to turn around, mumbling “hey sweehar” and Steve shushes him, climbing in, sliding an arm over his waist and gently tugging Eddie against him.

Eddie sighs blissfully when Steve noses through his hair to kiss the back of his neck. He’s too tired to process all the little bursts of warmth firing off at the feeling of being held. He just melts into it, falling asleep easier than ever.

Then when he wakes up in the morning, still wrapped in Steve’s arms, he’s rocked with emotions welling in his chest. Steve’s arm is still tucked over Eddie’s stomach, leg slotted between Eddie’s, nose pressed against Eddie’s shoulder, snoozing softly.

Intimacy is everywhere, snug against his body, filling his stomach with fuzzy warmth. There in Steve’s arms, held through the night, Eddie feels so kept.

No one’s ever held onto Eddie before.

Guys don’t do that to Eddie. He’s not the one they hold onto, the one they keep. He’s the one they hide, the one they leave alone in an alley or a cold bed. The one they can’t get away from fast enough and fucking forget. Eddie was fine with that because he never expected anything more.

Eddie wasn’t prepared to be loved by Steve Harrington.

It’s ridiculous. A fairytale. Eddie Munson who crawled through seedy bars and back alleys somehow conned his way into the most loving arms imaginable. It’s so fucking ridiculous.

He starts laughing. Chuckling hysterically into his pillow. The whole bed starts to shake and so does Eddie. His laughs turn wet, a mix of cackling and sobbing bubbles from his throat.

Steve stirs awake, looking over Eddie’s shoulder, “Eddie … Baby, what’s wrong?” He asks softly, gathering Eddie’s hair from the tears on his cheeks and tucking it behind his ear.

Another wave of laughs and sobs. Eddie battled monsters with Metallica and somehow dating Steve is the most insane thing to happen to him.

Finally, Eddie says with a happily overwhelmed exhale, “I love you and you love me.”

Steve blinks, “What’s so wrong with that?”

“Nothing just,” Eddie looks up at him, propped on his elbow still perfect somehow with bed hair, looking down at Eddie like he’s the precious thing here. So, so ridiculous. “Shit like this doesn’t happen to me. You weren’t supposed to happen to me.”

Steve’s brows knit curiously, and Eddie really can’t explain it more than that. He’s just having a damn moment. He almost died not too long ago, now he’s got all this life and love coming out of nowhere at him, it fucks him up sometimes.

Steve gets it, reassuring after a moment, “Well it’s happening, Munson. You got me now and I’ve got you.”

Eddie laughs, still a little wet and pulls Steve’s arm over him, snuggling back against his chest. Steve tightens his hold and Eddie settles into the way it feels to be something worth holding in Steve’s arms.

“Yeah just…” Eddie says, voice small, “Just keep me, Steve. Okay?”

Steve presses kisses to his shoulder and up his neck, soft but with so much feeling behind them, “You’ll have to pry me off with a crowbar.”

Eddie snorts and yeah. He really likes being Steve’s little spoon.

For @steddie-week day 2: fluff and/or angst

#they switch up everything but here’s my beloved little spoon eddie #steddie #my fics #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steddie headcanon #rueswriting #eddie munson headcanons #steddieweek2023 #fluff

[midnightorchids]

Hey babe- I wanted to know how you felt about booknerd!reader x Jason. Because it's been rotting my brain forever now and I need to know what someone as genius as yourself thinks about it. So like- We know Jason is a book girl. He's got huge floor to ceiling shelves in his apartment filled with non-fiction, historical fiction, classics, and maybe a few Si-Fi titles. I feel like he would love Toni Morison, Maya Angelou, Henrik Isben, Margret Atwood, and maybe even Harukai Murakami. He has this beautiful collection of leather bond additions of the Iliad Bruce gave him when he was 16. And when he finally invites you over, he cannot contain his excited smile as you start gushing over his home library. He makes you guys coffee and you spend hours talking about your fav genres, authors, online author drama - and after he's walking back to his apartment after dropping you off, he's smiling down at his phone at the message you sent. 'I had so much fun today! Ur library is so so so cool, was wondering if you would be ok going with me to Chapters next week? Wanted to pick up the new Skyward book' He's kicking his feet and hiding his face in his pillow. So deeply overjoyed that his crush shares in his immense love of literature. After you guys officially get together, he buys you so many fucking books. He fallows your goodreads wishlist religiously and surprises you almost every month with a new addition to your growing collection. He usually collects used paper backs, but for you, he splurges on the hardcover special additions. Of course it's because he loves you but it's also so that, maybe, you'll be more incentivised to move into a different apartment. One with floor-to-ceiling book shelves and a shared bed... just saying.. He branches out into more genres and authors he wouldn't usually read from just so he could talk about your favourite books with you. You do the same - your book collections getting mixed together in the process. Library dates, bookstore dates, used-bookstore dates. Your first couple of dates and realisations of love happened in and around books. You would always leave little messages inside the first page of the books you give him. So that if your every away or he's on a mission and he takes a book with him, he'll have one of your small messages of love as a reminder of something to return home to.

Hi hon!! I’m so sorry for the late response, I’ve been dying with uni and just life in general recently, but I’m back and ready to write again!!

I fully agree with almost everything that you said, like you’ve written it out so well and it’s just so cute! I was literally giggling and kicking my feet at the last one omg.

I shall try to add more stuff!!

Jason’s go to present for his loved ones is annotated copies of his favourite books. He only does this when he feels comfortable with a person because sharing his thoughts feels raw and vulnerable sometimes.

Having a significant other who loves to read and appreciates these types of gifts would make him feel happy and very emotional. It’s not often he gets to share this side of himself with people.

When he gifts his copies to his friends or his partner, he feels like he’s leaving a piece of him with the person, so he only does this when he trusts you.

He leaves detailed little messages on the margins of his books. He draws little smiley faces on the cute parts and angry faces on the parts that made him upset.

In the books for his significant other, Jason leaves little notes around the quotes that remind him of you. He highlights them in a different colour and makes sure his notes look extra tidy.

He sucks at wrapping things, so sometimes you’ll get a very poorly wrapped, tape covered novel. You’ll look at the wrapping and laugh, you’d pinch his cheeks teasingly and tell him he did a good job. He’d turn his face away in embarrassment, which leads to you placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

Then, there would be times where he doesn’t have the energy to deal with the horrible wrapping paper. So, you’ll be gifted a plain paper back with a sticky note on the front cover that reads ‘for you,’ in squiggly lines.

It’s honestly sweet and he gets very shy about it.

Also, Jason’s taste in books is very diverse, he reads anything from the classics to romance to gothic horror. He reads anything and everything and because of that, I think that it would be very easy for you to share your thoughts and recommendations with him.

Even if Jason hasn’t read the book, he listens intently with a huge smile on his face. He loves listening to you talk. If he doesn’t know the author or the book, he will try to familiarize himself with what you’re reading and branch into different genres.

There would be lots of reading and bookstore dates. You’d browse through the different aisles with his hand in yours, only letting go when a particular book catches your attention. He watches you in awe as you gush about the different series.

(Side note, my friends and I always go to bookstores and just point out the worst books we’ve read and I think Jason would do that too.)

As you search through the shelves to find your next read, he’ll come to you all excited, rambling about the book in his hand. From the looks of it, it seems like he loves the book. His hands are moving around, he’s smiling and giggling, but if you pay attention, he’s actually just cussing out the author.

This becomes a tradition in your relationship. You both bring up books that you hate instead of the ones that you really enjoy. You’d spend the next hour of your bookstore visit just giggling at the random passages that the author thought were good enough to share with the world.

I think this would also lead to a book club of reading awful books sometimes just for shits and giggles. There would be weeks where you would read amazing, well written stories together, but then there would be times when you guys would pick up something bad just to make fun of it.

Overall, Jason would love having a book nerd significant other because he finally has someone who he can geek out with.

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Hiii <3 can i get something with Tara? i miss her. she and reader have a sleepover and they break friendship rules. smut if you can pls

I have not written girl smut a long time, but with the release of the new Mean Girls in theaters...the words come easily (did I say that? no I didn't)

Warnings: 18+, spoilers for scream 5, nipple play, clit play, fingering

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You and Tara have been having sleepovers at her house since you were ten. Unfortunately, they had to be paused during Tara’s recovery as she was taking a lot of medication that made her sleepy and, with her broken leg, her cast was taking most of her small bed. Not ideal for sleepovers.

Two months went by, and now her leg was fully healed…which meant sleepovers could start again. 

Like we used to.

‘’I got popcorn and M&Ms this afternoon for the movies,’’ Tara informed as you walked in with your backpack on your shoulder.  

The air felt different as you stepped into Tara's house. Although you hadn’t been there when she got attacked, you couldn’t help but imagine the scene every time you were in her doorway or kitchen. How scared Tara must have been when she opened the door and got greeted with a knife in her stomach. 

You nodded as you took off your shoes and jacket. ‘’Have you picked a movie yet?’’ 

‘’No. You can pick something you like. It was your turn, right?’’ 

Although you didn’t have sleepovers, you’ve been in Tara’s bedroom many times during her recovery. She was sleeping a lot of the time, but you stayed by her side. You even set up fairy lights for her because she didn't feel comfortable alone in the dark. Being brutally attacked leaves trauma behind. 

‘’Have you picked yet?’’ Tara asked, walking in with a huge bowl of popcorn. 

You pulled yourself out of your thoughts and snapped your head toward the bedroom door. ‘’Eh, no. I have not. Do you want horror or a rom-com?’’ 

‘’We can do horror.’’ She climbed on the bed with the popcorn and got under the blankets, her soft leg brushing yours as she settled in comfortably. 

‘’Are you sure?’’

Tara nodded. ‘’No slashers, though,’’ she warned. 

The movie turned out to be a complete mess. You should have read letterboxd reviews before starting it. Between the bad acting, the cheap jumpscares and the storyline that had so many loopholes, you couldn’t tell which was worse. 

Sam came home from work just as you were starting the second movie, stealing some of your leftover M&Ms before going for a shower. Tara complained and threw popcorn at her, making you laugh. 

You let Tara pick the second movie. It was better than the first one, but it had a lot of sex scenes in it. Usually, you didn’t mind sex scenes. They were part of a lot of horror movies nowadays. What made it uncomfortable was how close to Tara you were while watching them. You tried shifting your eyes from the screen, but the brunette with small tits reminded you of your best friend…which you were dying to make a move on.

When the movie ended, Tara turned off the tv and you laid down on your side, pulling the covers higher. It wasn’t cold, just a habit. 

‘’Did you not like the movie?’’ Tara asked in the semi-obscurity, her face close to yours on the pillows. 

‘’It was good,’’ you lied.  

‘’Then why were your eyes off the screen most of the time? You can tell me if you didn’t like it. I’m not gonna get mad and give a whole speech about how great it was like Mindy does.’’

A small laugh left your lips. Mindy had very loud cinephile opinions. You can’t just casually watch a movie with her. It was entertaining to watch her and Amber debate on movie nights. They had different preferences and often contradicted each other’s opinions. 

But that won’t be happening anymore. 

‘’You’re my favorite person,’’ you quietly confessed, the words getting out before you could stop them. 

‘’You’re mine too,’’ Tara responded, her voice small and quiet. She inched closer, her brown eyes looking right at yours. ‘’I missed this — us,’’ she added. ‘’I’ve probably said it already, but thanks for being there. I don’t think I would have gotten through all of this without someone to anchor myself to.’’

Amber’s betrayal had been hard on Tara. Unlike body pains, they couldn’t be appeased by painkillers. 

You reached out and gently grabbed Tara's hand, your thumb brushing over the raised scar. ‘’I’m always gonna be there for you.’’

‘’Promise?’’ She inched closer again; her breath ghosting your lips. 

You nodded. ‘’Promise,’’ you repeated, praying you hadn't read her actions wrong as you closed the remaining distance between you, your lips brushing against hers in a tender, hesitant kiss. 

It was over too quickly, your anxiety telling you she wasn't into you and making you pull away. Congratulations, you just ruined your friendship! But Tara quieted that voice, pressing her mouth back on yours again. 

The covers rustled quietly, Tara's hand finding its way to the side of your face, fingers delicately tracing the outline of your jaw. You kissed her back with a fever that made her gasp, a sound that went straight to your core. 

It was difficult to control your impulses. You’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. 

‘’Tara—’’ 

She shook her head, stopping you. ‘’Kiss me.’’ 

So you did. Again.

You didn’t know where this was going, but you knew you didn’t want to stop it. 

You kept your hand on Tara’s waist, not wanting to rush into things, but Tara was whining and rubbing against you, making it harder for you to not straddle her and get your hands and mouth all over her. Or maybe it was what she wanted? 

Fuck it, you said to yourself, giving in and letting your hands wander under her shirt. If you went too far, she would tell you, right? You slowly kneaded her breasts, alternating. Your fingers traced her nipples which made her let out a very faint moan so you flicked her nipple again. She was so responsive and cute.

Starting to feel hot, Tara pulled off her sleep shirt, exposing her small tits. You had seen them before in the P.E. changing rooms, but now it was different. You didn’t feel wrong for looking — well, staring. 

She noticed your eyes on her and her cheeks got hot. ‘’It’s not much, I know,’’ Tara apologized, embarrassed by her small tits. 

Shaking your head, you shut down her insecurity by laying her back on the bed and taking a nipple into your mouth and sucking on it. 

The sensation made her bite her bottom lip as her eyes fluttered shut. ‘’That feels good.’’ 

As you were doing so, you tentatively reached a hand down to Tara’s pajama shorts and teased her over the cotton, which was quickly soaked through. 

She pushed her hips against your hand. ‘’Please.’’ She paused, her breath uneven. ‘’Touch me.’’

You could feel your own arousal soaking through your panties from her words, her small noises making your cunt tingle.  

Ignoring your own needs, you slipped your hand under her shorts and panties. Tara's back arched as your fingers brushed her wet folds, massaged her cunt softly without adding too much pressure. You didn't want to make her moan too loud, Sam's bedroom was right across from hers. 

You gave attention to her sensitive pink clit, continuously massaging your thumb over it and causing Tara to clutch her pillow as jolts of pleasure filled her. ‘’That feels good— ah,’’ she sighed softly, reaching down to tug on her nipples. 

She was so beautiful like this, laying on her back and her body writhing from your touch. You brought your mouths together again, kissing as your hand that wasn't in Tara's shorts traveled down your body to shove your bottoms down your thighs and play with your clit. You whimpered into Tara's mouth.

You continued your motions until you could feel her climax getting close, waves of pleasure rolling through her body with a last buck of her hips, clenching around your fingers with a death grip as her entire body twitched with the aftershocks.

Withdrawing your hand from her panties, you fell back against the pillows and finished yourself, parting your knees and rubbing your clit so fast it made your eyes roll back. Beside you, an out of breath Tara watched with awe as your arousal dripped on her bedsheets, creating a dark patch. It wasn’t long until your climax crashed over you, joining your best friend in her post-climax haze.  

‘’Well, that was one hell of a sleepover,’’ Tara said, a small giggle coming out of her.

—

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[babydollmarauders]

TIMELESS — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem!reader

surprise song! part (and final part) of the Speak Now Fic List

summary: in which y/n writes she and Jack’s first dance song and it’s Jack’s first time hearing it

notes: Taylor doesn’t exist in this alternative universe, and you’ll understand why! (2.5k words)

“i want you to write our first dance song.”

when Jack had told me that just five months ago, i was at a loss for words.

i’m no pop star, by any means, and i’ve never desired to be one. i dabble in song writing as a way to release my anxiety and that’s it.

i’ve bounced lyrics off of Jack for as long as i can remember. we went from facetimes in high school, after practice, singing him verses i was unsure of, to sitting beside him in bed, my guitar in my hands as i tried to work out lyrics and having him put his two cents in.

he knew i never planned for anyone else to hear them. they were for he and i’s ears only. yet he still complimented my voice, my lyricism, the instrumentals i played out in the dead of night.

he told me i wrote like a poet. he called me the greatest storyteller who’s ever lived.

but the greatest compliment, and also the greatest challenge, he’s ever given me, was to write the song to which we’ll have our first dance as husband and wife. to write our love into the purest form of art.

it took me four months to write what our love felt like, into words. constant lyric changes, and multiple instances of scrapping a song altogether and starting anew. it took another month for me to get it all made in a rented studio. recorded and produced into the song it is now.

but as i took so long to perfect it to my liking, i took the greatest risk of my songwriting journey. i never once bounced lyrics off of Jack. i wrote only when he was on roadies, hiding my journal inside of an old blanket that sits on the high shelf in our closet when he was home.

i wanted this song to be a complete surprise once it was finished. i wanted him to only hear it once it was in its perfected form. and that would be today.

my leg bounces on the couch, my fingers playing with the fringed side of the decorative pillow that lies within my lap, as i wait for Jack to get home from practice.

my nerves are quickly rising, my anxiety getting the best of me. if he dislikes this song, then i only have one month to create an entirely new one.

i feel sick. like i could both pass out and lose my breakfast at any moment.

my head perks up as i hear the apartment door open, the un-hushed whispers of Jack and Luke reaching my ears, and when they step into the living room, the signature smile on Jack’s face brightens.

“hi, baby.” he grins, bounding forward to press a kiss to my forehead. “i didn’t think you would be awake already.”

“i got it.” i rush out, the monotonous small talk of the moment not appealing to me in the slightest.

“got what, doll?” Jack’s brows thread together in confusion, and i can hear Luke’s pots and pans clattering in the kitchen.

“the final demo of our first dance song.” my teeth sink into my bottom lip, watching realization settle over Jack’s face. “the producer sent it to me this morning.”

“that’s great, baby! why do you look like your gonna throw up?” he laughs, taking a seat beside me on the sofa.

“because i’m scared you’re gonna hate it.” i confess. “i spent so long on this one song, making it into something i’m proud of, but it all means nothing if you don’t think it’s good enough.”

“hey.” he coos softly, a gentle hand raising to cup my cheek. “i love everything you write. and i know that this song is gonna be no exception.”

his forehead rests against mine, my eyes fluttering shut as i take a deep breath.

“are you ready to hear it?” my words come out in a whisper and i can feel him nod against me.

“i’ve been ready since the day i asked you to write it.” i pull back to smile at my fiancé, heaving out a deep sigh.

“hey Luke?” he calls out, getting a distracted ‘yeah?’ in return. “you mind giving us a few minutes alone?”

“uhh-” Luke peeks through kitchen entryway. “‘in my room’ alone? or ‘leave the apartment’ alone?”

“in your room is fine.” i assure him gently and he nods.

i watch as he turns the stove off before walking to his room. as soon as his door shuts, Jack is turning to me with an excited smile.

“okay, let’s listen!” my hand shakes as i lean forward, clicking on my laptop that rests on the coffee table, pressing play on the file.

the first notes echo throughout the living room, the gentle guitar strums causing Jack’s eyes to crinkle as he smiles softly, bobbing his head, his eyes glued to the laptop screen.

“Down the block, there's an antique shop

And something in my head said, ‘Stop,’ so i walked in

On the counter was a cardboard box

And the sign said, ‘Photos: twenty-five cents each’

Black and white, saw a '30s bride

And two lovers laughin' on the porch of their first house

The kinda love that you only find once in a lifetime

The kind you don't put down”

he looks over at me, confusion written across his face, but his eyes still shining with joy.

“And that's when i called you and it's so hard to explain

But in those photos, i saw us instead

And, somehow, i know that you and i would've found each other

In another life, you still would've turned my head even if we'd met”

his eyes grow softer, my cheeks heating up.

sure, i’ve written love songs about Jack in the past, but this one was special. this one speaks a truer and deeper meaning than any of my past songs.

“On a crowded street in 1944

And you were headed off to fight in the war

You still would've been mine

We would have been timeless

I would've read your love letters every single night

And prayed to God you'd be comin' home all right”

his smile is gentler now, his eyes glistening with unshed tears as he snakes his hand over to hold mine, and i know he’s thinking about the same thing as me.

remembering the time early on in his NHL career, when i confessed to him that every time he went on a roadie, i had so much worry that he would get hurt and i wouldn’t be there for him. when i admitted that, regardless of me not being a highly religious individual, i prayed before every game that he would come out okay. that he would come home in the same condition as he left.

“And you would've been fine

We would have been timeless

'Cause i believe that we were supposed to find this

So, even in a different life, you still would've been mine

We would've been timeless”

salty tears roll down my cheeks at the sight of his, gathering on my chin and dripping down onto our conjoined hands, gripped tightly together in my lap.

“I had to smile when it caught my eye

There was one of a teenage couple in the driveway

Holdin' hands on the way to a dance

And the date on the back said 1958

Which brought me back to the first time I saw you

Time stood still like somethin' in this old shop”

he pulls me closer, until i’m practically sitting on his lap, pressing his lips to my cheek, and i wonder if he’s thinking back on when we first met too. but what he doesn’t know is that i saw him first. i’d never told him that bit.

how i silently pined after him for months until we really met. it’s written in my vows though.

junior year, when i first saw him in the school hallway and it felt like everything around me had frozen.

he had been standing at his locker, laughing about something that Trevor had said. i heard the laugh first, and my entire body felt warm. but then i turned and caught sight of him, and it felt like time had stopped. my heartbeat had sped up, everything around me drowning out until all i could focus on was him.

“I thought about it as i started lookin' 'round

At these precious things that time forgot

That's when i came upon a book covered in cobwebs

Story of a romance torn apart by fate

Hundreds of years ago, they fell in love, like we did

And i'd die for you in the same way, if i first saw your face”

our foreheads press against each other, my thumb wiping away his tears.

“In the 1500s off in a foreign land

And i was forced to marry another man

You still would've been mine

We would have been timeless

I would've read your love letters every single night

And run away and left it all behind

You still would've been mine

We would've been timeless

'Cause i believe that we were supposed to find this

So, even in a different life, you still would've been mine

We would've been timeless”

his lips slot against mine, perfectly placed in harmonious synchrony, our fallen tears mingling together upon the meeting.

“Time breaks down your mind and body

Don't you let it touch your soul

It was like an age-old classic

The first time that you saw me

The story started when you said, ‘Hello’

In a crowded room a few short years ago

And sometimes there's no proof, you just know

You're always gonna be mine

We're gonna be-

I'm gonna love you when our hair is turnin' gray

We'll have a cardboard box of photos of the life we've made

And you'll say, ‘Oh my, we really were timeless’”

my thoughts drift back to the first time we really met.

it was on new year’s eve in our junior year. Cole was having a joint new years and birthday party.

*** DECEMBER 31ST, 2019 ***

Cole’s house is crowded. insanely so.

i didn’t originally plan to come. but Cole’s become a good friend of mine through our shared history class, and he’s been blowing up my phone all day, begging me all day to attend.

so now here i stand.

alone in the crowded living room of Cole Caufield’s billet residence, a red solo cup in my hand as i people watch.

i’m unsure of what to do. Cole currently sits on the couch with a few of his hockey friends from the US National Development Program, and i feel awkward going over there. but i don’t actually know anyone else here.

i tend to keep to myself more often than not, which results in the rest of my friends being fellow introverts that would never be at a party like this.

“y/n!” my eyes grow wide, my head snapping to find where the call of my name had originated from, and i’m slightly surprised to find Cole grinning over at me, his hand waving in the air and motioning me over.

my eyes flicker beside him to see Jack sat next to Alex, both paying no attention to anything going on around them.

with none of Jack’s attention on me, i figure it’s safe to go over and wish Cole a happy early birthday.

i push my shoulders back, standing up straighter, attempting to push my way through a horde of fellow high schoolers.

but my walk is a lot less confident once i witness Jack’s gaze drifts towards me. i stumble a little, crinkling my nose as a guy i share pre-calculus with bumps me in the back.

“hi Cole.” i force a smile on my surely red face, fidgeting under the gaze of all the boys, but especially anxious now that Jack’s attention is on me.

“hey! you came!” Cole rises from his seat, pulling me into a hug, recklessly causing my drink to slosh in its cup.

“well you were texting me all day. you wouldn’t take no for an answer.” i chuckle as he plops back down to the couch with a sigh.

“i couldn’t throw my birthday party and not have my favorite girl show up!” he shouts, my face heating up. “oh! guys, this is y/n! she’s my friend from history!”

the guys all mumble out distracted ‘hey’s, no longer paying any attention to me, more interested in their new conversations or, in Trevor’s case, trying to charm a girl.

except for Jack. his baby blues are still locked on me, the corners of his mouth pulled up in a small smile.

“hello.” it’s only one word, but my heart races in my chest. i’ve been pining after this exact boy from afar for months, and now he knows who i am. “i’m Jack.”

“hi Jack.” i shake his hand, his touch sending shivers down my body.

*** PRESENT ***

Jack’s hand rubs my thigh, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“We're gonna be timeless, timeless

You still would've been mine

We would've been

Even if we'd met on a crowded street in 1944

You still would've been mine

We would've been

Down the block, there's an antique shop

And somethin' in my head said, ‘Stop,’ so i walked in”

*** ONE MONTH LATER ***

my arms wrap around my now-husband’s neck, my hands toying with the hair at the nape of his neck.

our family and friends watch on from their seats, Ellen’s eyes catching mine, tears already threatening to pour over.

the first guitar chords stream out from the speakers as Jacks hand wrap around my waist, and we begin swaying around the dance floor.

Jack’s eyes gaze into mine, smiling as he whispers the lyrics back to me, relieving some of my anxiety from our guests hearing my song.

i grin back at him, craning my neck to press a kiss against his lips as the song nears its end.

i purposefully avoid looking anywhere near the crowd, laying my head on his chest as the song ends, the final chords strumming.

his heartbeat echoes in my ears, quickening as he presses a kiss against the top of my head.

his words are mumbled into my hair, his lips pressed to my scalp- “our love is timeless.”

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[devoureddreaa]

bros the type too.. saturo gojo boyfriend headcannons

y’all..this is my first ever post!! i’ve been thinking bout doing, but i kept pussying out. but, hope y’all enjoy!!! ^.^

— bro is the type to be big spoon most of the time, but whenever he is little spoon and lays on top of you..you can feel your ribs getting crushed.

gojo’s huge, in both height and weight and even you are close in one or both of those areas, he’s still a bit heavier

“turo, get up..you’re damn near crushing me.” you whined, trying to move your boyfriend over by his broad shoulders. but after a few tries you gave up and laid there in defeat.

gojo had asked to cuddle last night, and you both feel asleep like this. you had expected him to move over in his sleep, but you were sadly mistaken. he moved a bit, shoving his head further into the crook of your neck..getting more comfortable then he already was.

“five more minutes..” he muttered sluggishly.

and you rolled your eyes playfully and sighed, preparing yourself for another hour of laying here helplessly

but honestly..you didn’t mind, cause how could you say not to him?

— bros the type to go out and come back with a ton of sweets he got, and he’ll make you eat them. gojo’s gonna spoil you, one way or another!!!

“why’d you buy all of this..?” you looked down into the oddly huge plastic bag that was filled to the brim with different types of sweets. it was more concerning then confusing to you.

he said he was gonna go out to get what you two needed, and gojo comes back with sweets….

“for you, duh!” he smiled pridefully, “now eat ‘em.”

you opened her mouth to object, but remembered that you were gonna have to eat these sooner or later..so, you decided to eat them now. just like gojo wanted.

— bros the type to do stupid things just to hear you get all upset and lecture him about it.

is he attracted to it? maybe. that’s why he’ll purposely hide things in the most bullshit places just to hear you fuss about it.

“where’s the damn remote?!” you had been looking around the living room for the past five minutes for the remote so you could watch one of your favorite shows. a new episode was coming out today and you needed to see, but the thing wasn’t anywhere to be found..

you looked under the couch cushions, behind the pillows, under the couch, you even looked in places a remote shouldn’t even belong.

“lookin’ for something?” you turned around to see your boyfriend leaning up against the doorway with a snarky smirk laying across his face.

you sighed..realizing that he did it once again.

“where’d you put it?”

“ion know.” he shrugged and the shit eating grin on his face grew even bigger when he saw your eyebrows start to knit together. you didn’t know whether to give him the reaction he wanted or just stay calm and figure out another way to turn the tv on.

“saturo.”

“hm?”

alright..the cluelessness set you off. “just give me the damn remote, i need it!” you practically yelled out and pleaded, even with an irritated expression.

the man chuckled lowly, then digged into his pocket and pulled the remote you.

“here ya go.”

“be glad i love you.”

— and on top of that one, bros the type to do stupid childish shit. like say “boo” whenever he comes up behind you, or pull your hoodie over your eyes.

“saturo! get off!”

gojo had gotten behind you and pulled your hoodie over your eyes. you were playfully hitting his hands and arms, your hair sticking to your face and small laughs erupting from your mouth.

“i said you gotta guess who..”

you sighed in defeat, “it’s amazing saturo gojo..”

“that’s right!”

— bros the type to answer the phone so loudly, it’s either on purpose or he does it subconsciously..but either way, he’ll do it.

“hello?!”

you had to immediately revert your phone from your ear after hearing gojo practically scream into it. he does it so often, yet you aren’t used to it whatsoever ever.

“damn, my volume isn’t even all the way up..what are you screaming for.?!”

“oh.” gojo paused for a moment, you could feel the smirk that was growing on his face. “my bad!”

— bros the type to annoy you, but he loves you either way..aaaand you love him even more.

“love you the most.”

“fuck you, i love you more.”

wow, my writing is straight cheeks. bare with me y’all, baaaare with me. but yea, this is my first writing on tumblr..sooo, if you enjoyed and want something else i’ll gladly take recs!! :O (and if you saw any typos, no you didn’t)

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[sinofwriting]

Figlia Mia - Charles Leclerc (Part Two)

Words: 1,927 Summary: What do the 2024, 2025, and 2026 season look like with Enzo Ferrari’s granddaughter having taken over the Ferrari F1 team? Read part one here Note(s)/Warning(s): This is a very different fic to what I normally write. The story is mainly told with news headlines and only has 3 blurbs in it. But if you want me to expand on anything in the news headlines or want to see a part three told also with news headlines for the 2027, 2028, and 2029 season let me know! And thank you to @eleetalks for the Italian translation! Also, I shouldn’t have to say this but: How I write the drivers in these fics is not based on my feelings for them, it is just what I need them to be.

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January 2025

“I feel like I’m in trouble.” Daniel jokes, as he follows her through the hallways. “I think you just like being trouble.” He grins at her, winking. “Gotta keep you on your toes, huh.” She shakes her head, but grins. “Was the drive okay?” “Better than most. I’ve got a room at the hotel for the next few days as I house hunt.” “No flat?” He scoffs, “for three years? And with the amount of development we’re doing? Fuck that. I’ll go crazy.” She hums, sending a smile to Anita as they pass by her who tuts when seeing Daniel.

“What was that about?” “Anita likes her peace. It’s why she’s worked for us for so long.” “I can be peaceful!” He protests and then immediately makes a face. “Okay, I can try.” She snorts, shaking her head as they reach the dining room.

“Daniel!” Her grandfather greets, a wide smile on his face as he pats Charles hand before the younger moves to her side, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Signor Ferrari!” Daniel cheers, moving to the older man’s side and bending to press a kiss to his cheek. “You’re looking amazing. It’s the enchante merch, isn’t it?” He jokes, having sent some to both Ferrari’s right before the 2024 season ended. Enzo huffs out a laugh and she watches Daniel’s face as her grandfather sticks out his leg, sliding his slipper off and Daniel’s jaw drops as he sees the enchante sock on his foot. “Healing properties.” “Holy fuck.” Daniel breathes and they all can’t help but laugh. “I told you, nonno that you’d break him.” Enzo grins at Charles, putting his slipper back on. “I’ve got to keep you kids on your toes.” She rolls her eyes, squeezing Charles upper arm, before moving to properly greet her grandfather. Pressing a kiss to his weathered skin and holding his hand in hers for a few seconds.

“Now tell me as we eat how the car is.” He demands as soon as everyone is sitting and food has been served.

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“He really overdid it.” Charles murmurs as they both work to get Daniel on the bed. She sighs. “He was talking about house hunting here before we joined. The split hit him a bit harder than I thought.” He frowns, eyes sad as he looks at the man that for a good few years was pretty much his second godfather. “Has he said why?” “Racing. This year was supposed to be his last, but 2024.” She shakes her head, a sad but fond smile on her face. “It really hit him how much he wasn’t ready to leave yet and F1 wasn’t ready for him to leave either. She didn’t want him to go this long, didn’t want to deal with the weird long distance and traveling.” She shrugs. “It sucks, but is fair.” “Is it rude to be grateful that we won’t have to deal with that?” He asks, wrapping an arm around her waist and tucking her body against his as they look at Daniel, who's starting to really drift off. “No, il mio destino. Only natural.” My destiny He hums, pressing a kiss to her neck before sighing and unwinding their bodies. “Let me take off his jeans so he’ll be more comfortable.” “I’ll get him a glass of water and make sure to put another pillow under his head, when you lay like that your neck always aches in the morning.” The last part is a murmur and he flushes at her remembering that. Such a small, simple thing.

When Daniel wakes up the next morning he groans at the dry throat he has and the gross feeling of not changing before falling asleep for the night. Turning to the left, his eyes close for a quick second as he murmurs a prayer of thanks before reaching for the glass of water on the nightstand and draining it.

It takes a few minutes for the water to settle in him and for him to realize that he doesn’t have jeans on. He blinks, but shrugs. It wouldn’t be the first time he stripped while asleep, but those were one of his tighter pairs of jeans.

“Daniel.” She greets when he stumbles out of the bathroom and finds himself in a small kitchen. “Morning Stella, Charles.” He rubs at his eyes, clearing the last of sleep away as he sits in the small breakfast nook.

Charles and her share an amused look when the smell of coffee makes Daniel perk up, his face instantly brightening.

“That smells amazing.” She passes a cup to him and Charles presses the small basket slash tray of sugar, creamer, and things closer to the Australian. “Thank you.” He murmurs to both of them before doctoring his cup, murmuring another thank you when a small bowl of fruit is placed in front of him, Charles doing the same.

“I had your luggage delivered to the house.” She states when Daniel is fully awake and halfway through his fruit bowl. His brows press together, hand stilling. “What?” Charles brings his cup to his mouth to hide his smile. “Your luggage, it was brought to the house. Nonno is the only person that lives here full time, Anita, Matteo, and Luca live here when we are not and sometimes when we are. And Charles and I have this whole wing to ourselves, this kitchen, a small living space, a few smaller rooms that were converted into offices, and four bedrooms. We’d like to have you live here as well. Or in the guest house.” Daniel blinks at her. He had forgotten how much she steamrolled and bulldozed through things, it made his lips twitch up into a smile before he turned his attention to Charles. “And you're alright with this?” “You’re family.” Charles states and Daniel can feel tears spring to his eyes at the easy way he says it. “We may have lost sight of that for a few years and only regained it recently, but you are family, Daniel.” He swallows thickly, “fuck.” He breathes, a few tears running down his face before he nods. “Alright, kids. I’ll move in.” And then in a move that shocks Charles, Daniel places a hand on the back of his neck and draws him close before he kisses his forehead and the gesture makes Charles well up. “Jules will kill me for letting you drown for so long.” Charles shakes his head and neither man notices that she has left the room, leaving them to a grief that they share. “No. He’ll be proud we became family again.”

May 2025

She smiles as she watches Ferrari get another 1-2 podium, the third of the season already and it was Charles winning his home race once again.

“You are glowing.” “Maman.” She says, turning slightly to look at Pascale. “I promise that we aren’t hiding anything. We just got married. It’s a newlywed glow.” Her mother in law huffs. “And when will I get my grandchildren?” She shakes her head. “You and my grandfather both. Eventually, I promise. Not right now though. Neither of us are ready for that.”

November 2025

“Daniel, do another lap.” “What?” The word comes out a bit loud and harsh but he listens to Stella, ignoring the checkered flag and starting another lap. “What’s going on, Stella?” It’s quiet for another moment but as he approaches the straight, she speaks. “Daniel, congratulations. You are the 2025 world champion!” “What?” He slows as he takes the turn, her words not registering even though it had been all anyone had been talking about since the weekend started. “You won, Daniel! You’re a world champion!” “Holy fuck.” He curses and as he gets on the straight he realizes why she had him continue and he stops the car in the middle of it, grandstands perfectly able to see it as he quickly unbuckles his harness and gets out to stand on the car, raising a fist in the air as he screams.

2026

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[lokis-army-77]

Early Morning Lovin'

Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 1606

The Reader wakes up one morning and Eddie decides to show her how much he loves her.

Warning: 18+, p in v

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It was a lazy Saturday morning. One where the 9 o'clock sun shone through the blinds and washed the bedroom in a glorious soft light. Somehow, it never ceased to actually make everything feel soft as well. The sheets felt like silk against my skin and the air felt calm. 

I had yet to open my eyes, savoring the quiet of the yet-to-be-started day. Beside me, I could feel the heat that my boyfriend, Eddie, put off. His breathing was shallow and even, letting me know he had yet to wake. I snuggled in closer to him, seeking his touch and warmth. 

A moment later, he let out a groan, shirting his positing to encompass me in his hold. “Morning, Sweetheart.” The gruff grumble of his morning voice vibrated through his chest. 

“Morning.” 

Eddie’s hand moved up to cup my cheek, I could feel his breath fanning across my face and it made me smile. 

“You always look so beautiful when you first wake up.”

I finally open my eyes to glare at him playfully. “That is such a lie.”

He scoffs. “Nuh-uh.”

“Yeah-huh. I’ve got morning breath, my face is swollen, I probably have those crusties in the corners of my eyes and my hair always looks like I got struck by lightning with how wild it is.”

Shaking his head he kisses my lips, my cheeks, my eyelids, and my hair. “Can’t believe you’d say that. You look perfect, crusties and all.” 

“Hum.” I hum disbelieving. 

“Do you need me to prove it to you?” He smirks, hand now beginning to wander down my body.

I look up at him with a smirk of my own. “Maybe.”

His hand hooks around the back of my knee and he uses that leverage to pull me under him. He had me caged between himself and the sheets. 

Looking up into his eyes, all I could see was warmth. The love that swarmed in those eyes was like a chocolate river, deep and rich. 

His head began to roam my body, tugging on the shirt of his that I had worn to bed. It came off in a matter of seconds and so did the pair of parties. 

Then, Eddie lowered his head and began trailing his lips over my skin. Soft kisses were placed over my collarbone, down the valley of my breasts only to come back up the mounds of supple flesh to blow warm air onto the peaks. They hardened, achingly so, when he placed his mouth onto them, licking and sucking at a slow, steady pace.

My fingers scratched over his back. “Need you, Eddie.” I hummed, back arching into his gentle sucks. 

One hand traveled down between us and he tugged his boxers off in a flash. He was hard. I could feel him against my thigh. Warm and stiff and everything I needed at that moment. He didn’t enter right away. He took his time. The hand that had helped in ridding him of his only item of clothing was now rubbing helping to rub the head of his cock over my clit. 

“Please.” The whine that left my lips was desperate but I didn’t care I needed him to be inside me. 

“Alright baby, gonna push in now.” He grunted as he entered me. 

My hands wrapped around his biceps as his own cradled my head against the pillows. His hips pressed into me at a slow rhythmic pace. Soft lips kissed every inch of skin they could reach, my mouth, my neck, the top of my chest, and even small pecks to the tip of my nose which made me giggle. 

Never had I been loved like this. Never had I felt so complete. My being had become so entwined with his that I was sure we had somehow melted together in this whole process. He was me and I was him. 

I kissed him back softly, lovingly. My body craved to be touching his in any way that it could, including my tongue delicately exploring his own mouth. 

His hips began to quicken the tiniest fraction. Less of an in and out and more of a pulsing push against the supple flesh that stopped him from practically entering my womb. This new feeling, the way the head of his cock pressed against my cervix, had me whimpering into his mouth and my heels digging into the plush of his ass. 

"That's right sweetheart," Eddie moaned against my lips. "Let me make you feel so good. Show you how much I love you." 

Tears were pooling in my lash line only to fall down my cheeks in thick, wet streaks when I pinched my eyes closed. 

"Yes," I breathed, "making me feel so good." 

It all felt too good. I didn't know how I wouldn't just combust right then. My skin was hot, my heart was pounding what seemed like a thousand miles a minute, and there was a prickling need all over for my body to be touched. I couldn't get enough of Eddie’s skin on mine. No amount of sweet caresses or soft kisses could quell that aching need. 

He kept bumping the head of his cock deeper into me, prodding at a spot that was so deep inside. My toes curled and my back arched. His hands still held my head, long fingers brushing away strands of stray hairs. 

"That's it Love, let go just for me." He whispered, ghosting kisses from my lips down the center of my neck. 

I cried out in what could only be considered euphoric bliss. My head thrashed back I to the mountain of pillows behind me and my nails dug deep crescents into Eddie’s soft arms. 

"Fuck." Eddie gasped, nearly choking on his words. "Feels like you're sucking me in." One of his hands left my head to trace between our bodies, stopping at my thigh. He gripped the plush meat there and pushed my leg out, opening me up wider. 

My eyes were heavily lidded as I watched him. His eyes were blown wide and wild as he stared at the spot where his cock disappeared into me. He looked mesmerized by the way my cunt practically pulsed around him, greedily taking more even after having orgasmed. His tongue slipped out, wetting his lips as he began to pull his hips back further. 

I dared a glance down. There was a glistening, wet patch of hair above his cock. Hair that had been pubbing against my clit for the better part of ten minutes. I was so wet that my own juices had seeped upward and soaked him. I could only imagine what the sheets beneath looked like. Even his cock was shining with my arousal as he pumped in and out, spreading coat after coat of slick over it. 

His other hand began to rub into my mound. Deft fingers smoothing wetness over my lips before diving into the slit and pressing down onto my swollen clit. 

A cry flew from my lips and my hips sputtered up as I tried to get away from the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. 

Eddie tutted. "I know. I know, Sweetheart. Just give me one more. One more and we can be done." 

My hands had slipped from his biceps when he had pushed back but they were still attached to him, holding limply to his wrists. Anchoring me to the Earth. 

"Eddie, please, I can't." I pleaded with him, body writhing under him. 

He smiled lazily, "Yes you can my pretty girl. You can cum just once more." 

A long whine erupted from the back of my throat as my cunt clenched and unclenched around him as I came with a shout. 

Eddie’s pace stayed constant, only getting a bit harder when he finally pushed deep inside and stilled. His hand released my thigh and the other moved away from my clit. Eddie teeters forward on his knees, head falling onto my shoulder. 

Our breaths synced and my heartbeat was loud in my own ears. My hands shakily fount their way over Eddie’s arms, scratching the planes of his back, and settled into his hair. 

"S'good." I hummed. 

"Mmm." He mumbled, lips grazing my collarbone. 

We lay like that for a while. Until our breathing and heart rates evened out and the sweat that has once coated our bodies in a thin layer had dried, salty, and sticky. 

Eddie pushed himself sideways off of me. "I love you so much, you know that right? Even if you do have morning breath and crazy bedhead." He asked, proving his head up in his hand. 

I turned onto my side and gave him an almost shy smile. "I know." I lean up to kiss him passionately, letting all the love I had for him be brought to the surface. 

Pulling back I was met with the dorkiest grin. "Never in a million years would I have thought someone as lovely as you would ever be with me." He pulled me in close, hugging me to him. 

It hurt my heart that he thought he wasn't worthy of something like this. Eternal and unconditional love. I reached a hand up to push back the hair that had fallen into his eyes. "Eddie." I frowned. "You are the light of my life, how could I say no to you? You're my soulmate, I think I'd die if I never got to spend forever with you." I tugged him forward with a hand at the nape of his neck. I kissed him again on the lips then moved over his whole face.

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[beachylupin]

i’d love something fluffy with remus post-full moon if that’s alright 💕 like reader taking care of him or something

hi lovely anon! i hope this is okay! word count: 1.5k warnings: mentions of blood, brief mention of self-harm, very soft, quickly edited

Beautiful || Remus Lupin x Reader

Remus hadn’t called in two days, which was strange for him. Usually your boyfriend was so prompt, especially with phone calls and visits.

However, this isn’t the first time that this sort of thing had happened. Last month, you called just about everyone to find out from Lily that Remus and the boys were on a little last-minute trip. She said it was normal and not to worry about it.

The month before that, Remus told you that he had to “take care of something” with Sirius at Hogwarts when the lot of you had been graduated for over a year now.

Both times, you saw Remus a few days later looking worse for wear, which worried you horribly. 

This month, you decided to check his flat before you called Lily to see if you could figure it out for yourself. You packed a healing kit in your bag in case he looked the same as he did the other times.

“Remus?” You called out into the unkempt flat. You pushed the door open, letting yourself in. “I’ve let myself in!” You said, as if he didn’t hear you. “I hope that’s okay!”

You set your bag down, opening the curtain to lighten up the place. When you did, you saw just how much damage Remus had done: not only to his surroundings, but himself.

In a crumpled ball on his bed, Remus was bleeding from his bare back; deep gouges showed burgundy through his pale skin.

“Oh my God,” you said, rushing to him, hands shaky as you lightly touched his back. “What happened to you?”

Remus groaned in response. “Go away,” he muttered, shoving his face further into the pillows.

You huffed, finding your way to his small, messy bathroom. You started rifling through the cupboard, hoping to find anything that could help with the cuts, scrapes, and deep purple bruises.

“You aren’t going to find anything,” you heard Remus call. “I’ve used it all already.”

You felt yourself get angry. Why had he been lying to you? Why didn’t you get to know what was going on?

“Rem, what the hell happened to you?” You asked, making your way back to him. “Did you get in a fight?”

“Yeah,” he grunted. “With myself.” He groaned when you gasped, picturing your dainty fingers meeting your mouth.

“You did this to yourself? You’ve been doing this to yourself…” You whispered, your tone choked. You could feel your heart break in two. You knew how depressed Remus got, and thinking of him doing anything like… that to himself frightened you.  “Do you need to be checked in-”

“No,” Remus groaned. “No, I’m fine. It’s not like… that.”

“Are you sure?” You asked, your hands ghosting over the scars that riddled his back, making sure to avoid the new ones. “It looks like that. You know, I’m just a phone call away if you’re feeling alone. I am your girlfriend, and-”

“That isn’t it,” he mumbled, his face still in his pillow.

“What is it then?” You asked, already feeling as if you knew the answer despite not being told.

The dots started to connect in your head, the longer you stared at his back. It was every month, and if you looked outside, you’d be able to see the moon slightly waning.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He asked, lifting his head. “You’re a smart girl. I’m sure you can figure it out.”

“So, it’s true,” you mumbled, backing away from him. “Moony isn’t a very clever nickname,” you said airily still as you turned to your purse, grabbing a vial from it.

“It is for those who don’t know,” he mumbled, glancing at her. “You don’t need to help me.”

“But I want to,” you said, rolling the small vial in your hands as you approached him. “I like you, believe it or not.”

“Don’t do that,” he said sternly, his head sinking back down onto the pillow. “It’ll only ruin your life.” He readjusted, fixing his lower half straighter under his ragged quilt.

“Well, lucky for you,” you started, throwing your knees on either side of him to take a straddled seat on the back of his thighs. “It’s already ruined. You’d only make it slightly worse, at best.” You opened the vial shakily. “Hold still,” you said quietly, not as bold as you were when you took your seat.

Remus sighed in defeat then hissed as cold liquid hit the deepest cut in his back. He flinched away, but you held him still with your knees.

“I know it stings, but you need to stop moving,” you reprimanded, your hand light on his back again. “It’ll feel better in a second, I promise.”

You were right, and soon, Remus felt relief spread through his body and down his spine. He sighed deeply, letting his instinctively tense muscles relax.

“Flip,” you said softly, and lifted yourself slightly, allowing Remus to roll over, his hands still on his face. You lowered yourself, now sitting on the front of his thighs.

Though he couldn’t see you, he knew by the way you tried to hide your involuntary gasp that it was bad. Deep, burgundy wounds riddled his chest, waiting for scabs to be formed.

“Terego,” you mumbled, and the blood was siphoned away, showing just how deep the wounds had gotten. You sighed shakily, mumbling, “Stay still this time.”

You placed a few drops on the deepest cuts on his chest then put the vial aside. Remus flinched at the contact, but then visibly relaxed. You reached out, grabbing his rough hands gently.

“No,” he said, his hands still firm on his face.

“I need to see you in order to help you,” you softly said.

Remus groaned and let you take his hands.

You stifled a gasp as he opened his eyes.

You were hauntingly beautiful hanging above him, worry filling your eyes. Your lips were bitten with concentration, and you tucked your hair behind your ears. You grabbed the vial, your eyes sending the same warning you had the past two times as you squeezed the cool liquid into the cut across his nose. 

Remus hissed, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Remus,” you said sympathetically, your voice nearly a whisper. He could feel your hand resting gently on the side of his face, and he nearly relished in it, but decided against it. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“Because it’s ugly,” he muttered, his eyes still closed. “It’s an ugly curse that I’ll never get rid of, and I’ll be more and more marred as time goes on. I’m ugly. You don’t deserve an ugly man”

“I never said you were ugly,” you said seriously, scooting forward to sit closer to his hips. “I just-”

“What?” He asked, opening his eyes to see yours boring into his.

“I don’t think it’s ugly,” you sighed softly then leaned down, licking your lips lightly, eyes fluttering shut as you kissed the scar near his eyebrow.

“Love-” He muttered in refusal, but you shook your head, kissing another scar on his cheek. Remus swore your lips left a scorch mark on every scar you kissed.

You pressed another feathery kiss to the healing scar on his nose, then ever so gently pressed a soft kiss to the scar that jutted its way across his lip.

Remus’ eyes fluttered shut as you feathered your lips against his.

“Is this okay?” You whispered against his lips, and instead of answering, he captured your lips in his.

Your lungs clenched as you hummed against his lips, cupping his cheek in an attempt to bring him closer. You properly sat on him, and feeling eager, you pressed your chest against his, earning a groan of pain from Remus. You pulled away quickly, almost embarrassed.

“‘M sorry,” you said, now sitting on your haunches as your cheeks reddened. “I got carried away.”

“Just a bit sore, is all,” Remus said, sitting up slightly to be level with you. “Laying wonky.”

It was his turn to cup your cheeks, his lips pressing a tentative kiss to yours as if he was testing the waters. You relished in the touch of his hand, your eyes flicking open as he pulled away slightly.

“I like it when you get carried away,” he mumbled. “But let's save it for when I can actually please you.” He kissed your lips fully, letting you pull away when the breath caught in your throat. “Just lay with me, love. Please?”

“If that’s what you want,” you said, kissing him once more before getting off of him.

You scooted into the bed next to him, letting him cuddle up to you and rest his head on your chest.

“I love you,” he mumbled, his arms snaking around your waist.

You ran your fingers through his hair, resting your cheek on the top of his head. “I love you too,” you whispered back. You sighed. “Thank you for being honest with me.”

“Are you sure you don’t think I’m ugly?” He asked quietly, and his tone broke your heart.

“I think you’re beautiful,” you whispered like you were telling him a secret. “So, so beautiful.”

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[headkiss]

could I request joel and shy!reader, the first time that they share a bed/spend the night together? she learns that even though he is a grumpy old fart he is also a huge cuddler? I love your writing for joel!!

grumpy old fart made me giggle! here u go lovely!!! | 0.8k fluff

It feels like you’ve been walking for days, the heel of your beat-up shoes rubbing uncomfortably against your skin, your backpack feeling heavier and heavier on your shoulders.

Somehow, Joel looks unfazed. Of course, he’s got dirt all over and you’re sure he is tired, but he doesn’t look it. He’d probably keep walking until he physically couldn't anymore.

You don’t complain, because everyone’s tired and sore, and the last thing you’d want to do is cause trouble or annoyance.

Still, when you spot a motel in the distance, the relief washes over you.

There’s only one room left in the place that’s sleepable now, the rest of them blocked off or broken down from debris and years of being empty. Well, it’s technically two rooms; a door in between to conjoin them, and Ellie quickly claims one of them as her own for the night.

She shuts the conjoining door behind her, probably to have the privacy to clean up as much as possible with whatever’s in her bag.

You and Joel stand in silence for a bit, the one bed in the room sticking out a little too obviously.

“I can take the floor,” you offer.

“No, you take the bed.”

Joel’s stubborn, and cold, and often grumpy, but it doesn’t stop you from liking him. He’s risking his life to save the girl in the next room, and no matter how aloof he acts, the way he looks out for you says enough.

He’s a good man, even if he doesn’t believe it himself.

“What about your back?” You know it’s been bothering him, “you need it more than I do.”

“We’ll just share, alright?”

Joel suggests it before he really thinks it through, because he might have a hard time sleeping next to you. It’s to no fault of your own, really, he just doesn’t know how much longer he can keep you at arm’s length when he has this stupid fucking urge to hold you and protect you with all he has.

He’s not sure how someone like you wound up with someone like him, but he wouldn’t dream of complaining.

“Oh, yeah. Sure,” you say.

You like Joel more than you should and the thought of sleeping next to him has your nerves flaring. You’ve never slept next to him before, even when the body heat would’ve been helpful.

You’re quiet throughout dinner (a can of long expired Chef Boyardee split between three), busy thinking, trying to get your shit together because you shouldn’t be nervous. It’s just a bed. It’s Joel.

Happy with her meal, Ellie goes back to her room to read one of the new comic books you’d found a bit ago, leaving with a, “goodnight, dudes.”

Then, it’s just you and Joel again.

He cleans up the food as you pull back the blankets on the bed to assess the sheets. You decide on grabbing your sleeping bags and unzipping them to use as blankets instead.

“The ones on the bed are pretty gross,” you say when Joel peeks over at you, like you needed to explain yourself.

Joel knows you well by now, knows your tells and quirks, and he can see that you’re nervous, off, hands smoothing out the sleeping bags shakily.

“I can take the floor if you’re uncomfortable,” he says, walking over to you.

“No!” You answer quickly, “it’s not that. I’ve just- um, never shared a bed with anyone before.”

“You don’t have to do anything different. Just gotta sleep, okay?”

Right, just sleep, this isn’t special. You’ve gotta get a grip.

“Yeah, okay.”

“If you’d rather we can put the pillows in the middle.”

There he goes again, caring for you in small, simple ways that speak volumes.

“No, that’s alright.”

“Best get some sleep, then.”

You nod, and Joel walks around to the other side of the bed. You both climb in, laying on your backs for a bit. You can't seem to sleep, and he seems to notice.

“You good?”

“Huh?” You turn your head to look at him, cheek against the pillow, “yeah, fine.”

Joel lays on his side to face you, a distance clearly left between your bodies, “try to sleep, will you? You need it.”

“So do you.”

You’re on your side now, too, head level with his.

“I know.”

Your hand lays by your face on your pillow, and Joel’s hand inches towards it, his pinkie brushing against yours. You reach yours back, and then, your fingers are locked.

“Goodnight, Joel.”

“Night.”

You don’t know it but he falls asleep long after you, and by the time you wake, you’ve migrated, shifted positions. There’s a heavy weight over your waist, and only when you peek under the blanket do you realize that it’s Joel’s arm.

Then, you realize your head isn’t on the pillow anymore, but on his chest, the steady thump of his heart beneath your ear.

Rather than shift and wake him, you close your eyes and get a couple more hours of sleep, smiling at the discovery that Joel Miller is a cuddler.

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Cancelled

Jake Lockley x GN!Reader • Rating: T •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist• ko-fi •

Summary: Your plans change.

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A/N: Sat on a few of these fics for ages because I'm overthinking them, but thought 'ahhh, I need to post them now in time for the event!' Having a deadline is very helpful.

Warnings: Reader experiencing some sensory issues, Jake reading smutty books, overuse of italics, typos, not beta read, rail-road sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 801

Your phone buzzes on the bed. The drone is muffled slightly by the pillow it’s under. You finish fixing your outfit in the mirror and sigh. 

The material was ever so slightly wrong today. Normally it was fine, but now the feel of it just irritated you. But this was the seventh outfit you’d tried on and honestly if you were going to make it to the restaurant by 8pm, even with Jake’s ingenious driving, you had to leave now. 

You pick up your phone, glancing at the screen as you unlock it. 

One message. 

From one of your friends you were meeting up with. Probably something along the lines of ‘see everyone soon’. Usually you were excited to see them. They were some of your oldest and dearest friends, and you loved their company. But today it just felt off. Getting dressed up and going out. Eating at a semi expensive (for your budget anyway) restaurant that you didn’t even like that much. Putting on your ‘social interaction face’. It all just seems far too exhausting. 

Your eyes widened as you read the messages on the group chat. 

‘Can’t make it, stupid traffic at the tunnel! Been stuck for 50 mins and haven’t moved!’

‘I can’t either, babysitter fell through!’

‘So sorry everyone, maybe it’s for the best, I’ve got a horrible headache and was gonna power through, but maybe it’s best if we reschedule?’

The last message had you at-ted. 

‘It’s that okay with you? Sorry you let you down! <3’

Relief floods your veins and you hastily type a, ‘no worries, let’s reschedule’, adding several happy face emojis out of paranoia that your message could be misread, before you wish everyone well and to have a good evening. 

Jake hears you throw your bedroom door open, but doesn’t glance up from where he’s slouched over your armchair reading. It’s one of those bodice-ripping paperbacks from the 80s with the fabulously illustrated covers. Jake’s guilty pleasure. While he knows that Marc and Steven wouldn’t care, and most likely wouldn’t be bothered at all by his reading choices, he also very much does not want them to know. A feeling he’s sure he should try to unpack at some point. 

But that was a future Jake task. 

Which is why he’d taken to either hiding them behind the cistern in Steven’s flat or keeping them at yours, tucked neatly on your bookshelf (with your permission) behind a row of your books. 

“You ready to go amor?” He asked as he turned the page. 

You bounded over to him, ripping your stupid, itchy top off in the process. “Excellent news!” You stopped in front of him, smacking your hands onto the armchair for emphasis. 

Jake didn’t even flinch, half absorbed in his book and half used to your dramatic flare.

“Oh?” He glanced up at you and paused, a small frown of interest crossing his face. “You don’t have a top on.” 

“Exceptional observation skills Lockey.” 

He smirks. 

“Guess what?” 

“You’re embracing a new life as a nudist?” 

“The meal’s cancelled.” 

“What?” 

“The meal’s cancelled. You know cancelled, as in not happening.” You grin.

He gives you a playful look and swats your upper arm softly with his book. (His middle finger pressed inside to keep his page.) “I know what cancelled means, why?”

“Traffic, no babysitter, and headache.” You list the reasons as you count them on your hand excitedly. 

He smiles. “Really weren’t feeling it today were you?”

“How could you tell?” You say playfully. 

“Well, you kicking the door open to tell me was a good give away.”

You laugh.

“Plus, you really were leaving it pretty fine to get there on time.” He slips his bookmark between the pages and puts the book down on the floor before inching forward, he wraps his arms around your waist and gently pulls you into his lap, giving you plenty of time to step back if you wanted to. “I know how much being late makes you anxious.” 

You snuggle up to him, wrapping your own arms around his shoulders and kissing his cheek. His day old stubble rubs against your skin. But this sensation is comforting. Like home. 

“So you letting it get to this time without us going, or without you telling me off for reading instead of putting my shoes on.” 

“I don’t tell you off.” You grumble, your words muffled by how your mouth is pressed against his neck. 

Jake laughs. “Playfully.”

You tut affectionately. “Alright, playfully.” You adjust your position on his lap, getting comfortable. 

“So, what do you want to do tonight?” He presses a light kiss to your temple.

“Hmm, how about… pizza and you can read some of your smutty book to me?” 

He laughs again and kisses your lips. “Sounds good.” 

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New Years Countdown HOTD boys

Included: Jace, aegon, aemond, luke

Word count: 1167

Warnings: kissing, drinking

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Jace

“Cmon hurry up,” Jace practically chased you around the room as you finished putting in your earring with 5 minutes till the bells.

“I need to look good for the new year,” you giggled as you tried to fix your necklace only for Jace to grab your arm and spin you till you gently hit against his chest.

He brushed a strand of hair out of your face so softly you almost shivered, “You always look good darling,” he smiled before dipping his lips down to meet yours.

However, as your hands went to snake up to his hair, he grabbed your wrists and step back with a wide grin, “Now get a move on,”

As you both jogged down the stairs Rhaenyra let out a loud laugh, “Oh finally. We thought you’d went to the new years without us,”

“Ha,” Jace rolled his eyes as he sat on the arm of the couch, pulling you to his side.

Luke was sitting on the floor when he decided to pipe up, “Hey need a new year’s kiss?” he asked, looking at you with wiggling eyebrows making Jace fling a pillow at his brother full force, “Mom!”

“Luke, honey, stop flirting with your brother’s girlfriend,”

“Yeah, tell him mom,” Jace said, sticking his tongue out as if he was still five.

You laughed as you and Rhaenyra shared concerned looks, “What have I got myself into?” you joked.

“I ask myself that every day,” Harwin joked as he entered the living room with a bottle of champagne Alicent had sent as a Christmas gift. “Now everyone, c’mon, the countdowns starting,”

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Happy new year’s!” you all shouted. On one Harwin popped the cork making him and his wife whoop as Luke was already grabbing a champagne glass. Meanwhile Jace turned to you with a small grin.

“Happy new years baby,” he said, pulling you in for a quick kiss.

“Happy new year’s,” you whispered back with a smile as you pulled away.

“Ew!” his whole family cheered at you both as they began to dish out the drinks, but you just laughed as you leaned into Jace’s side. This was the best way to spend the new year after all.

Aegon

Aegon and you had been friends for years, always in and out of different relationships and watching the others blow up but for the first time ever you were both single at new year’s. “What if I have no one to kiss?” you sighed as you finished putting on your lipstick.

Aegon shrugged as he walked over to get his phone off charge, “My lips are open,” he joked. You had always joked flirted, well at least when single so you laughed it off as usual however when you got to the party and the bell grew closer to dropping you thought maybe it wasn’t a joke.

You kind of blew off every other guy just so you could enforce your deal with Aegon, telling him 5 minutes before the bell. You both danced along with your friends until the countdown started.

“3, 2, 1. Happy new year!” bells and whoops went off as Aegon turned to you with a half-drunk smile and open arms.

You flung your arms round his neck, pulling yourself up for what was supposed to be a quick kiss. As your lips hit and you tasted how sweet he was, how soft his lips were, and how intoxicating he was, when he pulled away you couldn’t help but stare a little. Aegon’s grin had fallen into an unreadable expression until his lips suddenly crashed onto yours again.

His hands cupped your face as he stepped closer to you if that was even possible as your arms went around his shoulders to steady yourself. By the time you pulled away the wind had been sucked out your lungs and all you could do was whisper, “I’ve been waiting years for that,”

Aemond

It was 5 minutes till the bell and Aemond had took your hand and lead you out to the balcony of your friend’s house who had offered to host new year’s. Aemond had been your best friend since forever and it didn’t help that you were completely in love with him.

“Hey,” he said softly as he closed the door.

“Hey,” you smiled softly back at him.

Aemond took a deep breath before he spoke, “I really like you. and I get if you don’t like me back, but I couldn’t face another year of not telling you how I feel,” he rushed out, moving to grab your hand gently, “I really fucking like you okay?”

His eyes racked your face in concern before relaxing when he saw the broad grin break onto his face, “I like you too Aemond,”

“Yeah?” he said, a slight smirk pulling at his usually cocky lips. he stepped closer, his hands moving to your waist as yours moved to rest on his shoulders.

“Yeah,” you whispered back, feeling shivers run down your back, “Really fucking like you,” you quoted with a grin.

“Five!” you heard the screams begin, “Four,” you whispered.

Aemond smiled, “Three,” you both said softly, leaning in closer, “Two, One,” his lips pressed into yours, softly at first as they moulded against yours before his hands pulled you closer and you sunk into the kiss.

He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours as he tried to catch his breath without letting you go, “Happy new year’s,” he whispered.

Luke

Luke could feel his hands sweating more and more as he crossed the room to find you. it was 11 49 and he had put off going up to you to ask all night but now he had no choice. “Hey stranger!” you grinned, stepping away from your friends to give him a quick hug, “I was looking for you,”

“Oh hey!” he smiled back, “Well you found me. So, hey well I was wondering you know how the whole ball drop thing?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck and completely forgetting the script he’d mentally wrote to say.

“Yeah, I think so,” you giggled, and it sounded like angels to him as he blushed pink.

He cleared his throat before finally asking, “Do you have anyone to kiss at midnight?” he asked, gnawing at his bottom lip.

“That depends,” you smiled at him, “Is someone asking?”

“I am,” he said, trying to sound firm but failing and cringing slightly “If you would want to,”

“I’d love to,” you grinned at him, and he smiled back however when you leant in to kiss him, he paused, “What?”

“The bell has another 7 minutes?” he said, pointing to the screen as you laughed once more then realisation dawned on him, “Oh! Eh fuck the bell,” he said, instantly going in for the kiss and catching you off guard but you couldn’t have been happier especially since the ball was just another excuse to kiss him.

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S!ut! // Conrad Fisher

“I might as well be drunk in love”

a/n: I’m so obsessed with 1989 TV it’s not even funny and this song is my anthem. Please use * when saying the name because I don’t want my content to get banned ‼️ also when the text turns bold it switches to yns pov!!

warnings: toxic complex conrad, swearing, drinking, yn is a mess + delusional, small smut? if u squint :0

i’m sorry in advance..

—

You didn’t plan for this to happen.

You and your family have lived with the Fishers every single summer. Steven was the oldest and Belly was the youngest. Meaning, you fell right in the middle.

For years, you had wanted Conrad. Steven and Jeremiah always made fun of you but Belly never did because she had a thing for the youngest fisher, Jeremiah.

How could you not? He was so young, and a true peice of art. You had always been the hopeless romantic of the family, Belly falling not to far behind. It was safe to say you got love sick way to quick.

And with Conrad, well, that was dangerous.

It was one of the first nights of summer, and you had decided to take a solo swim. You gathered all your things and then made your way outside and over to the pool.

You didn’t notice him at first. In fact, you dove in and let the cool water heal your body. When you rose to the surface, that’s when you saw him. A joint in his hand, and a small smirk on his face.

Your heartbeat accelerated, “Stalking me?”

He chuckled, “I’ve been out here longer if I’m correct.” His voice was teasing, and he was testing the waters. Maybe you could too.

“So, seriously? Smoking?”

Conrad rolled his eyes, “Don’t scold me like everybody else is. I don’t need a second mom.”

“Just quit, Conrad.”

He looked you in the eyes and then smirked, “What will you give me if I do?”

Your face went red. You felt your cheeks burn.

Slowly, you said, “What do you want?”

It was funny. In this aquamarine swimming pool that was filled with lights, all you ever really needed was him.

—

It had been a week since you and Conrad kissed. After responding to him oh so temptingly, he couldn’t help it. He kissed you right then and there. (He jumped in the pool, first.)

Conrad didn’t know what to feel. Deep down he always knew he had some sort of feelings for you. He was shit at showing it though, but now you were in for the long run.

You were love sick. All over his bed.

Sex with Conrad Fisher was one of the best things to ever happen to you. He made you feel like a different person completely. He could be so sweet yet so, different in bed? It was indescribable.

You groaned against the pillow, digging your nails into his back, leaving tiny little scratch marks. In response he groaned and moaned into your neck. You cracked a smile.

“You alright, Fisher?” You teased.

“I’ll be asking you that soon.” He looked up at you, lips red and plump and eyes wild. He began to nip and leave marks all over your neck, and you had never felt more alive.

Sex with him showed a whole new vulnerability. He would kiss you and worship every inch of your body. How could anybody be so perfect?

It was getting harder to hide. Each time you two went at it, he left marks that were as obvious as handprints on wet cement. One time, Jeremiah even caught wind of it.

“What’s that on your neck?” He had asked one morning.

You mentally cursed yourself. You thought you had concealed most of these marks with makeup, but it seems Conrad’s love for you was harder to hide each time.

“I— um… chin burn?” You lie.

Jeremiah didn’t believe it, but he laughed anyways. “Alright, sure.”

It just became worse from there. You became lovelorn and sex with him felt like thorns. Instead of cuddling you after, he would leave you wobbling walking back to your room. It was like you were a toy, and he was getting bored of you.

Most nights you cried after. You felt used and sad. You truly thought Conrad had felt what you felt for him all these years, but maybe he was just bored. And wanted an easy grab.

Still, you found yourself in his bedroom almost every night. He would make you promises in the bed to ensure you kept coming, but nothing ever amounted to the lies he fed you.

Blindly, you were still in love with him. So you kept this a secret from everybody you loved. You didn’t want anybody, especially Belly to worry.

You’d pay the price, so he won’t.

—

You had dressed up nice for this party. Just in case Conrad wanted to slip away from the crowds and have a good time with you.

Belly and Jeremiah had become very suspicious at this point. Those two were open about their new relationship all summer, and a little part of you felt jealous. You wished Conrad wouldn’t keep you like a secret.

“Are you okay?” Belly asks, handing you a beer to which you accept.

You nod, “Yeah, yeah. I’m good.” It was a lie. You were far from good at all. You wanted to cry and break down into your sisters arms. She was your younger sister and yet she was more stable than you at the moment.

Belly said some other things, but you were too distracted by Conrad signaling you to come up the stairs. Finally, the moment you were waiting for. You shouldn’t have been, but you simply couldn’t resist him.

As soon as you walked into the room Conrad was ripping your clothes off. You knew it was wrong, and that if anybody knew they’d probably call you that word. A sl*t.

But you know, in this moment. It might be worth it for once?

You were drunk off your ass, but nothing felt better than the art Conrad was perfecting on you. In moments like these, you almost believed it was all real. He traced your curves so calmly, and you swore you saw the light.

Conrad kissed your cheeks, and then your lips. He worked his way down to the area you so desperately wanted. He looked up at you with a smirk.

“You’re beautiful like this.”

His eyes told a story, one you were so foolish to believe.

Yes, you were drunk. But you were drunk in love.

—

It’s was the day of the deb ball.

Somehow, you had convinced Conrad to come with you. Apart of you was giddy, hopeful, but things still remained the same. Conrad kept you his little secret and it pained you when he sent you to your room crying at night. You still took all this pain for him.

When they called your name, Conrad was there to escort you. He smiled at you, that beautiful smile only Conrad fisher had. Laurel and Susannah were both in tears from you and Belly.

When you curtsied for them, Conrad linked his arm with yours, and whispered, “Beautiful, as always.”

You couldn’t help but smile. No matter what, out of all the boys, he remained a gentleman.

When it came time for the escort dance, Conrad danced with you, and it all seemed so real, so genuine. Summer was ending, but maybe this didn’t have to. Maybe this could be the start of something.

When the danced ended, something changed in his face. It was like the color drained from his face.

“Con, are you—”

“Outside. We need to talk.” Before you could object he was grabbing you and pulling you away from the center of the room. Belly mouthed something to you that you couldn’t decipher.

Once you got outside Conrad paced around and then looked you in the eyes. Oh fuck.

You began to shake your head, “Don’t say it.”

“yn—”

Tears brimmed at your eyes. You couldn’t believe this.

“Is this a joke to you? My feelings? I fucking gave myself to you and now your just gonna make me forget?”

He paused, “I needed to forget about my shit and you—”

“Screw you!” You pointed your hands at him and tears streamed down your face. He looked broken, for you. He probably didn’t give a shit. Maybe he cared somewhere in his cold heart, but not enough.

Conrad inched closer to you, “I— I’m sorry.. It’s all so so complicated okay? You were there. I care about you, you know that. That night in the pool was just the wrong place but the right time.”

Those words stung, because they were true. Did you mean nothing? If it was anybody else, would he have done the same?

the wrong place but the right time.

I started to break down, falling to the bench next to me. I was sobbing, because I felt disgusting. Like an idiot.

I would never do this. This wasn’t who I was. I wouldn’t continue to give myself to someone who truly didn’t want me. I would have walked away. I knew what I was, and I was raised better than this.

Still, looking at him was hard. Because I still loved him. It was supposed to be me and him from day one. The two oldest kids, everyone saw it.

I felt his arms wrap around me and I hated it. He’s pulling me in like the nice gentleman he was.

I pushed him off me and he stumbled back a little.

“Just get away from me!” He went to speak, but I put my hand out to stop him. With a big sigh, he slowly walked away from me and back into the ballroom. His eyes were red, I saw them.

Within minutes Belly was running out to find me. When she saw me, she ran up to me and sat down next to me on the bench. The look she gave me, it was too hard. She knew it in her heart, me and Conrad.

“Yn? What’s going on?”

I didn’t say anything, and then I was sobbing in her arms. She held me like there was no tomorrow, and even though I was soaking her dress, it didn’t matter. Not to her. She knew what I was going through and I didn’t have to say it.

To say what I was, that was harsh. I wasn’t like this always, I was just twisted by the sick and harsh lies the man I claimed I had felt true love with gave me.

I thought if I was called it, it would be worth it for once. If i was drunk, I was drunk in love.

But was it? Was it worth it?

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Big Sky Country - ch. 4

Hello! I hope you're enjoying poor, trouble Frankie lost in the big city. He got some in the last chapter but maybe not in the best or most honest way...

Chapter 4 and our Cowboy!Frankie faces the aftermath of his decisions as he leaves Aisling's bed and decided on his next steps.

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He didn’t know what time it was, his phone was in his pants somewhere on the floor, when he rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling in Aisling’s small studio apartment. 

The place really was claustrophobic. He hadn’t noticed when she first pulled him in, he’d been focused solely on her, her lips, her skin, her hair in the dim, golden light from the lamp in the corner. Now the lamp had been switched off and the small room was dark apart from the street light spilling in through the two rectangular windows on one of the walls. His head, which had been so blissfully silent when she was awake, was now running at full tilt again, the insistent thoughts rolling through. And the guilt had returned, squashed down while he lost himself in her. Now it sat in the pit of his belly, made him feel queasy even. 

Aisling slept peacefully next to him, he could feel the warmth of her body against his skin, the smell of sex between them and the body wash they’d both used. Carefully he rolled over onto his side and looked at her, soft features, long, tangled curls spilling over her shoulders, her lips parted as she slept curled in on herself. It was a cliche, but she really looked younger in sleep, vulnerable in a way Frankie hadn’t seen her before. She was always the confident, assertive Brooklyn bartender, the New Yorker with a hard edge who was unfazed by the city, comfortable with it in a way that Frankie would never be. But now he saw her relaxed features, comfortably curled up on the bed, sleeping soundly next to him, and Frankie put his hand out, hovering over her cheek, wanting to touch her again but not wanting to wake her. Leaving would be so much harder if she woke up. 

It would be so easy to just stay, to wrap an arm around her and shift himself closer. Stay until morning and then…. And then what? 

Frankie sighed and carefully rolled onto his back again. 

And then what, Morales? Get your stuff from Eva’s and move in with Aisling like some creepy freeloader? ‘Hi, I’m your new boyfriend and I live here now even though we’ve only just met because I’ve cheated on my girlfriend and now I have nowhere to live in the city.’ 

No, better to just leave, pick up his stuff and find that bus heading west and leave her out of his shit. This was a mistake. 

With another low sigh he pushed himself off the bed and carefully fished his boxers and jeans off the floor. He dressed silently, taking his boots in hand before he glanced back at the bed. Aisling hadn’t moved, still sleeping with her arm as a pillow, a sheet over her lower half, turned towards the spot where he’d been. 

It would be so easy. 

He leaned on the bed with one knee, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. 

“I’ve got to go,” he mumbled as she hummed something in her sleep, “I’m sorry.” 

The street was almost quiet when he left her building, turning back towards Eva’s apartment, but the whirl of thoughts in his head made sure the noise was the same as always. He made his way home, dodging late night drunks and joined the small crowd of those whose shifts began extra early.

No, not home, that place is not home. It’s just her apartment, home is back west, back in Montana. Just get the stuff, and leave. She doesn’t need an explanation, she knows it’s over. 

He quietly unlocked the front door of the apartment and stepped inside. As soon as he saw the light on in the living room, he knew she was awake and he silently took a deep breath, bracing for her reaction to his reappearance. 

“Frankie?” 

The couch creaked as she pushed off from it and he heard her move across the room. He pulled his boots off and looked up as her shadow fell over the small hallway. Her face was tear streaked and swollen, and as she took two unsteady steps towards him, he saw fresh tears start to fall down her cheeks again. 

“I’m s-so-rry,” she sobbed and he caught her in his arms as she stumbled against him, her face pressed into his chest, “I thought you’d l-left, and I couldn’t get h-hold of you and th-en…” 

Frankie felt her shoulders shake under his hands as she struggled to catch her breath between the tears before she managed to continue. 

“I-I was so horrible to you, but I was so sc-scared. I should’ve told you, I sh-should’ve let you come t-to the cl-clinic,” she pressed out between gulps of air and Frankie rubbed his palms up and down her back, trying to calm her. The guilt in his belly bubbled and churned, Eva’s desperate tears clawed at his heart and he felt his resolve to just grab his shit and go, weaken. 

She heaved another sob, her fingers digging into his neck as she clung to him, desperation in her teary breaths. He could hardly leave her like this. Not in the middle of the night, it would be better to wait just a little. Maybe they had to work this through. He heaved a sigh. 

“Carño, we need to talk,” he said, gently guiding her towards the bedroom, “but tomorrow, you need to calm down first.” 

“Don’t leave me, Frankie,” Eva sniffed, more tears falling down her face, fingers gripping his arms as she looked up at him. Her eyes were red rimmed and pleading and Frankie shook his head. 

“I’m not leaving, I’m here now. Let’s just get into bed and get some sleep.” 

She let him lead her, almost like a child, to the bed and stood by him while he pulled back the covers. 

“C’mon, get in and get comfortable, I’m just going to take a shower and then I’ll be right there.” 

She nodded, rubbing her hands over her face as she wiped the tears. 

“I’m such a fucking mess, Frankie,” she said, her voice cracked as he helped her pull the covers up over her. “I need you, but I’m such a fucking idiot, I don’t know why I did it, I should’ve told you and now it’s o-over-” 

Fresh tears slipped from her eyes as she heaved another sob, falling back into the bed, hiccuping as she tried to catch her breath. 

“Cariño, calm down, breathe,” Frankie said, pulling the covers up as she sobbed again, “Yeah, I was pissed off, you really fucking hurt me because you didn’t tell me, you just cut me out. But we can talk about it tomorrow, I’m here now.” 

She grabbed his hand as he tried to stand up and pulled him down again, reaching for his lips and he let her kiss him, keeping his mouth closed and praying she didn’t taste Aisling on him even though he’d showered at her place a few hours ago. 

“I’ll be right back, just let me shower. It’s been a long fucking day, ok?” He pulled back and stood up, but she still held his hand. 

“Where were you, Frankie?” 

“Just walking around, sat down by the river for hours, then some bar,” he half lied, pulling his hand from hers, “Just let me shower.” 

He left her and retreated into the bathroom, closing the door behind himself and leaned on the vanity, dropping his head between his shoulders rather than look at himself. He knew he’d see the guilt in his eyes. The conflict between wanting to ease his guilt and stay with Eva, and the pull in his chest to go back to Aisling. He knew it should end with him just leaving them both and going back home. 

What do you want, Morales? What do you really want? 

I have no fucking clue. 

Yeah you do. Flip a three sided coin, what do you want it to land on? Eva, Aisling or Montana? 

There are no fucking three sided coins. 

It’s a metaphor, pendejo. Force yourself to make a choice. 

I don’t know. I can’t pick Aisling. I barely know her, she doesn’t know me. Maybe in a different life, if we’d met at a different time, then something could’ve happened. 

Something already did happen, you had your dick inside her just a few hours ago. But I get it, you don’t want to drag her into all your shit. That’s commendable. Leave her out of it. 

Yeah…I’ll leave her out of it. 

Frankie lifted his head and met his own gaze in the mirror, dark, tired eyes, and he dropped his head again. 

But if fucking hurts, she’s special. And I feel like a shit for just walking out on her. 

You want to pick her. 

Yeah, I do. I really fucking do. 

He heaved a sigh and pulled his t-shirt over his head, dropping it in the basket along with his jeans. The shower took a while to heat up but he stepped inside anyway, the cold spray jolting his mind. 

Eva…maybe this was a wake-up call for her. Maybe we can start again, go back to Montana and make those changes we talked about. Maybe she realized that what we had was good, back when it was still working.

Do you even believe that, Morales? 

I don’t know, maybe? She was really upset just now, when she thought I’d left. Maybe she wants to try again. 

Yeah, but do you? 

Frankie scrubbed his hands over his face, the water turning warm as he rolled the thought around his head. 

Did he want to try again with Eva? He did when there was a baby on the way, had that changed just because of the abortion? At first, yes, it was such a fucking betrayal to not even let him be there. He clenched his fists hard just thinking about it, the anger from earlier rising inside him again. But he tried to be rational, break it down. If Eva really regretted doing it without him, who was he to not give her a second chance? He’d been given endless second chances, many of them by her when he was still using. She’d been there, held him together, even moved away from her friends and family in Florida because he needed to be in Montana. 

Yeah, I owe it to her, to try it with her again, I owe her that much. 

He squashed down the small voice in his head that told him that wasn’t enough, not by far enough to build a relationship on. He knew the voice was right, but the guilt that still gnawed inside didn’t let him listen to it. 

With a sigh he turned off the water and grabbed his towel. The guilt churned in his stomach and he couldn’t shift the image of Aisling from his head. And it wasn’t an image of her while they’d had sex, although he could easily conjure up those in his mind too. Instead it was her sleeping form in the bed, curled around herself, turned to him, looking soft and vulnerable in the dark room. When he carefully crept into Eva’s bed, trying to not wake her, and closed his eyes, that was the image that stayed in his head and he sighed again. 

I really wanted to pick you, Aisling. But I owe it to Eva to try and fix this. I owe her that much at least. 

“You know, that tip jar is going to be empty by the end of the night if you keep snapping at customers like that, Ash.” 

Aisling scowled at Jenny and grabbed another pint glass. 

“I’m just saying…we’re going to be poor at the end of the shift because you’ve got a face like you’re about to bite every guy’s head off,” Jenny said as she shook her head and shifted a tray of clean glasses from the dishwasher. “Just be a bit nicer to them, I promise I won’t say a thing if he comes into the bar, just don’t chase away all the other customers, please?” 

“I’ll try, I just can’t fucking believe he just took off, not even a note. If I see him, I'll punch him.” 

Aisling scowled, feeling the tension in her jaw creep into her neck. She hadn’t been surprised when she woke up the next morning and Frankie wasn’t there, he hadn’t said he was staying and maybe he needed to be somewhere. But he hadn’t even left a message, no note, and he hadn’t come by the bar in the three days since it happened. She’d thought they’d had something, at least something more than just a one night stand and then being ghosted. 

Now it was Saturday night and Aisling’s disappointment had turned to anger. In a fit of rage yesterday, she’d thrown away the note with his name and number from the first time they’d met. No fucking way was she going to recommend him to anyone. Or cave and call him first. 

“Just put him down as another guy who can’t commit, he’s not the first and he won’t be the last,” Jenny continued, grabbing a stack of glasses and pushing open the door back into the bar. “Come with me to Smorgasbord tomorrow and we’ll get some of that cheesecake, maybe eat our body weight in empanadas, trash talk every man we’ve ever met. Forget about the cowboy.” 

She winked at Aisling as the door slipped closed again. 

Aisling grabbed another stack of glasses and followed her. 

“You just want to flirt with that guy who sells the hot sauces,” she said, placing the glasses behind the bar, “but yeah, empanadas and cheesecake sounds like a plan.” 

“I need to find my own man who can give me incredible orgasms and then disappear,” Jenny quipped, “because, at least he did that before he ghosted you, be grateful for that.” 

“Fuck off,” Aisling scowled, but Jenny just laughed and turned to one of the patrons at the bar. 

Empanadas and cheesecake didn’t help, Aisling decided the next day, but at least the weather was nice and the food good. The not very helpful thoughts of Frankie still chased around her head whenever she was left on her own, but Jenny’s chatter had kept them at bay for a few hours. Now she’d gone to dispose of their empty paper plates while Aisling kept their seats, and the thoughts were back. She leaned back against the threstle table, her face turned towards the sun with her eyes closed, trying, and failing, to not think about Francisco fucking Morales. 

The bench next to her dipped as someone plonked down on it, making the table shake. Aisling opened her eyes and glanced over, expecting to see Jenny with lemonade in her hands, but instead it was a man she didn’t know, grinning at her from behind a hideous set of wrap-around sunglasses. 

“Hey, honey,” he smirked, “you look kinda lonely on this sunny day.” 

“Not interested,” Aisling said, turning her face to the sun again and closing her eyes. 

“Aww, c’mon, don’t be like that,” the man replied, she could hear the smarmy grin in his voice, “it’s a beautiful day, you’re a beautiful woman, let’s have some fun.” 

“Jeez, dude,” Aisling sighed, “just fuck off. And you’re in my friend’s spot.” 

“Is your friend as pretty as you? ‘Cause maybe we can invite her too, you know? I’m sure we can think of a way to involve her too.” 

Aisling shuddered and made a face of disgust as she turned to the man, “Fuck off, not interested, what part of that are you not getting?” 

“You don’t know what you’re missing, I’m real-” 

“She told you to fuck off, so fuck off,” a man’s voice interrupted the creepy guy as a large shadow blocked the sun in front of Aisling. Her heart leapt into her throat, she knew that voice. 

“Hey, man, we’re talking here, she’s with me,” the guy next to her said and to her utter disgust, she suddenly felt his arm around her shoulders as he pulled her into his side. 

Frankie reacted instantly, grabbed the man’s other arm and yanked him off the bench, twisting his arm up behind his back. 

“Touch her again and I’m breaking your arm, now fuck off,” he snarled, shoving the man away from the bench and placing himself between the guy and Aisling. She couldn’t see Frankie’s face, but the low pitch of his voice and the fearful expression of the other guy let her know that he was probably an intimidating sight. 

“What happened?” 

Jenny rushed over, almost dropping the lemonade cups on the table as she grabbed Aisling, who was getting to her feet, eyes locked on Frankie. He was still staring down the other man. The creepy guy was holding his hands up in a placating gesture and backing away through the crowd. 

“Jeez, I’m leaving. Chill, dude.” 

“You ok, Ash?” Jenny asked Aisling, her hand on her arm now, a worried look on her face. 

“Yeah, I’m fine, just some creep who tried hitting on me,” Aisling said to her as Frankie turned around. She opened her mouth to say thank you, then she saw a woman step up next to him and slip her hand around his waist. 

“What’s going on, baby? You know her?” The woman’s voice was curious but not suspicious, and she had a friendly smile as she looked up at Frankie, hugging his arm. Frankie didn’t respond, he was looking at Aisling with almost pleading eyes as it all clicked into place for her. 

“You have a girlfriend?!” she snarled, taking a step towards him, her eyes flitting between Frankie and the woman. The other woman’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as she looked at Aisling. 

“You have a fucking girlfriend, Frankie?!” Aisling almost yelled, anger flaring up inside her, and she shoved him backwards with both her palms on his chest. He didn’t say anything, just accepted her attack as his face fell, and he gave an almost imperceptible nod. 

“That’s Frankie?” Jenny exclaimed behind Aisling, catching on as she looked between the man and the woman hanging on to his arm. “You fucking pig!” she spat and took two steps forward, protectively putting her arm around Aisling who felt her jaw ache at how hard she was biting back the angry tears that suddenly threatened to well up. 

Frankie looked pained, the hand of the arm that his girlfriend wasn’t hanging on to, clenched and unclenched as he tried to find something to say that wouldn’t make it worse. 

Aisling suddenly felt nauseous, staring at the man who just four days ago she’d let get so close. Now he was standing in front of her, looking like a fish gasping for air, clinging to fucking straws. 

“You are a fucking pig, Frankie,” she said, her voice low and laced with hatred, “Just so you know,” she added, looking over at his confused looking girlfriend, “We met a week ago and had sex on Thursday, he didn’t say a word about you.” She looked back at Frankie, shaking her head as she eyed him up and down, “You’re fucking pathetic.” 

Aisling turned and stalked away, grabbing Jenny by the hand and pulling her with her. The hot, angry tears were burning in her eyes, and as Jenny wrapped her arm around her waist, they started falling. 

Frankie felt Eva let go of his arm and he briefly closed his eyes. His world had come crashing down, and he felt an almost crippling fatigue wrap around his body. Eva moved to stand in front of him and when he looked down at her, her eyes were black with rage, she was ready to kill him. He couldn’t blame her. 

He’d really fucked up this time. 

Chapter 5

A/N: Well, there we go. The cat's out of the bag and Frankie's got himself into even more trouble... Would you forgive him?

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Mileena x F!Reader Head Cannons (pt 2)

👽: Yall, I’m foaming from the mouth. I really wanna kiss Mileena. (And a bunch of other stuff)

⚠️: Just a little smutty

Sfw

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★ Mileena shows her love by doing kind acts of service. Whether it be brushing your hair, doing your nails, massaging your back or just simply bringing you cute snacks here and there.

★ When you and her are together in public, expect her to have her arm around your waist, or holding your hand. If she has to be more formal, she’ll slyly tuck a strand of hair away from your face, or casually straighten out a wrinkle on your shirt.

★ If anyone were to ever step up to you in front of her, they would be in for a rude awakening. She doesn’t hesitate when it comes to her lover. And she’s proven that to you.

★ You two go out for picnics in the hanging gardens, under the willow tree you set up a comfortable blanket, with a basket full of fruits, and sandwich makings.

★ She’ll feed you, slipping the blueberries into your mouth while complimenting your outfit. “You look absolutely precious, Y/N.” If you’re wanting a sandwich, she’s for sure going to make it for you and cut it in half. “Here darling, let me get that for you.”

★ The two of you will have light banter, enjoying the sights of the hanging gardens, laying down and looking up at the sky. You’ll be watching the clouds drift by. Pointing out cutely shaped ones, Mileena will humor you, and try to find cloud shapes of her own.

★ You both goof around a lot. You’ll hold each other’s hands, spinning around and giggling like silly. Until you get dizzy, and she has to keep hold of your hands while you regain your balance. “Careful dear, I can’t have my darling getting hurt now, can I?”

★ Mileena absolutely loves making you laugh, the sound of it makes her heart flutter inside her rib cage. When you two are in bed, she’ll sometimes come at you with tickling hands. Or pin you down, unexpectedly— just to gain your reaction.

★ If you are ticklish, she has no mercy, she’ll tickle you until your face is red and tears are spilling out of your eyes.“I’ve got you now, little rabbit~”

★ If you’re so lucky as to not be ticklish, then she’ll play fight with you, practicing her skills in the process. Of course she uses only five percent of her power, she would never actually hurt you. “Look at you~ at my mercy.”

★ Since you’ve been in Outworld, you’ve kinda, accidentally got Mileena addicted to True crime. It just happened, and she started binging, like no tomorrow.

★ So the two of you cuddle up in bed together, watching true crime documentaries, and gossiping about the murderers in question. “What an absolute moron— of course she was going to get caught.” “If that were me, I would simply shred him apart.”

★ Not only do you two binge watch True Crime, but she’ll gladly make a day out of it, if you come home feeling drained or just upset.

★ Setting your shared bed up, fluffing the pillows and being sure to have the stuffed animal she bought you, up and centered in the bed, she’ll get tea ready and pull out your favorite pajama set.

★ Getting you comfortable, she’ll put your hair up in a style that’s out of your face, being sure to leave small, loving comments. “Look at how beautiful your hair is, Y/N.” “I’m going to take care of you, darling. Just relax and let me do this for my lover~”

★ lightly clapping, she’ll excitedly make her way to the bathroom, coming back out with face masks, and a jade face roller, to pamper you. “I got us new face masks, do you want the kiwi scented, or the strawberry?”

★ As you two sit in front of each other, she’ll happily put the face mask on you, being sure not to get any in your eyes, as you do the same for her. It’s a really sweet bonding moment that you appreciate.

★ And as you two get comfortable, she’ll massage your shoulders, kneading any tension away. Enjoying the moment as she kisses the top of your head.

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NSFW 💦

★ Mileena doesn’t mind switching from time to time, though she usually is a top. She makes the exception for the simple fact you’re also great at topping. (If not then disregard this)

★ If you are topping, expect a bratty girlfriend, who loves to tease you and test you. Though it’s all in light heartedness.

★ Some of her remarks include “You’ll have to pin me down if you want a taste, darling~” “Are you going to punish me, love? *giggles* and all sorts of devious comments that drive you wild. (In a good way of course)

★ Cheeks flushed, as she undresses before you, beckoning you over with her finger while sitting suggestively on the bed. You gladly crawl over to her.

★ When she’s being a bottom, she enjoys princess treatment (of course) and loves it when you praise her, giving her kisses and sweet compliments in the process.

★ Your hands will trail down her body, caressing the curves of her shape, taking in the excitement that they bring to you. Admiring the way she’s so easily able to tantalize you.

★ Once you’re finally able to get her teasing to stop, she’s very good. Lying down for you, while your actions continue, kisses sprinkle along her body, trailing down to her hips. “My pretty girl~”.

★ Your hands will lightly trace her thighs, causing goosebumps to form on her skin. smiling, you dip your tongue into her pool of arousal. Relishing in the taste of her essence.

★ You’ll nuzzle your nose against her clit, causing her to arch her back, and run her fingers through your hair. Probing her slit assertively while bringing your hand up to her soaked pussy.

★ Smiling into her heat, inserting two of your fingers inside her and eliciting another sweet whimper from her gorgeous lips.

★ You feel a twinge of your own arousal, bringing your other hand up to her thigh, gripping it and spreading her legs a bit more.

★ “Y/N…~” increasing your speed, you eventually bring your lover to her climax. Savoring the taste of her juices as she quivers under your touch.

★ Now, if you’re a bottom, then this works out swimmingly. Mileena loves turning you into a puddle within her grasp. She’ll cup your face, bringing you into a light kiss.

★ Her hands will trail from your face, to your neck, then to the small of your back. Pulling you closer the warmth of her body, her tongue will slip in, exploring your mouth avidly.

★ “My precious Y/N~” she coos, hiking her lips down your neck as she intertwines her fingers with yours, holding both of your hands and gently laying you down onto the bed.

★ There is nothing that Mileena enjoys more, than making you call out her name. She’ll do it by any means, fingering you, eating you out. Using toys, vibrators, nipple clamps. Whatever it takes.

★ All the hard effort she puts into your orgasm is well worth it, in her eyes. She loves to slowly build up to your climax. Hands trailing all over, unable to neglect an inch of your soft skin.

★ She’ll straddle you, fondling your breasts and pinching your nipples, praising you for being so good for her. Telling you how much she loves your pussy, and how it’s so perfect.

★ “Hmm~ you’re soaked for me, dearest~” “all for me, hmm?” “How sweet~” Whispering sweet nothings as she continues her ministrations on you. “Go on sweet, cum for me~” After bringing you to orgasm, she’s quick to pamper you. Being sure to bring a change of clothes and if you want, she’ll draw you a bath.

★ If you two shower, she’s sure to lather your body, cleaning every inch of you. Making you as pristine as you were before the coital encounter.

★ If you don’t shower, then with her choice of pajamas for you, (she loves dressing you up) she’ll help you into the clothing, softly brushing your hair from your face.

★ And if the sex was really passionate, to the point of exhaustion (thats when you both make each other’s legs shake.) Then she’ll take one for them team, getting up to bring beverages and snacks.

★ Of course, if you’re feeling like your princess should stay put, you gladly get up, bringing back refreshments, and if you’re feeling extra sweet, you’ll go out of your way to make her a strawberry sando.

★ After you two pamper each other, you cuddle in bed. She holds you in her arms, in a comfortable embrace. Stroking your hair while resting her chin on top of your head. Eventually you two fall asleep, savoring the warmth from each other.

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