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rafecameroninterlude · 13 days

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I just saw that ur asks were emptied, idk if u remember but I had requested like innocent Bambi reader with Pervy step bro rafe, getting caught or something like this haha, I don’t remember everything but I think this was it

pairing: pervy!stepbro!rafe x bambi!reader

warnings: stepcest, sneaking around, heavy petting, unprotected sex, wheezie being a detective

a/n: yes, i remember anon!! i hope you like how this came out <3 you could find bambi!reader introduction here

“wait, wait, everyone is still awake!” you whispered, giggling softly as rafe closed your bedroom door. “please, i can’t wait any longer, i’ll go crazy if i have to use your panties to fuck my hand again.” he grabbed your ass, harshly gripping the flesh before littering your neck with kisses. “what are you talking about?” you sighed, eyes fluttering shut. “it’s nothing, baby, forget that i mentioned it.” rafe backed you up until the back of your knees met the edge of your bed. “you want to help me out with something?” he looked down at you, stroking your bottom lip with his thumb.

you nodded, allowing him to place your hand over the tent in his jeans. “you feel this? it hurts so bad, i need you to make me feel better. can you do that?” you peered up at him through your eyelashes, taking his digit into your mouth. “yes..”. within the next five minutes, rafe had your thighs pinned on either side of your head as he pounded into you at an unforgiving speed. “shhh, please stay quiet baby.” he threaded his fingers with yours, admiring the way your tits bounced with each one of his thrusts. “m’trying!” you cried softly, struggling not to let out an occasional whimper.

rafe kissed you in hopes to muffle the pretty sounds falling from your lips. “you can be as loud as you want when it’s just us two, okay?” you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck as he rested his forehead on your shoulder. “you have no idea how bad i’ve wanted to have you under me like this. i’ve woken up hard as fuck all because i dreamt of you taking my cock the night before.” you moaned at his revelation, his hand coming up to tuck your hair behind your ear. “rub your clit for me.” you did as he said, the added stimulation making you clench around his length.

just as you were about to tell him you were close, a knock sounded from the other side of the door. both of you froze, eyes wide as wheezie’s voice cut through the air. “y/n? are you okay in there?” she asked, the door knob rattling as you and rafe scrambled to get your clothes back on. “look, tomorrow everyone is gonna be out for dinner, make something up and say that you’re sick so you don’t have to go.” rafe kissed you, cursing under his breath. “hello?! y/n open the door!” you mumbled a quick ‘okay!’ before ushering rafe out. “chill out, wheez.” wheezie looked up at rafe confusingly.

“what is he doing in here? and why was the door locked?” she looked at you suspiciously, making your heart beat wildly in your chest. “oh! i had just borrowed his laptop for something. i must’ve locked the door on accident.” you smiled nervously, feeling small under her gaze. “anyways! i was just gonna see if you wanted to help me bake some cookies for my school thing on friday?” desperate to change the subject, you nodded frantically, hoping she wouldn’t ask anymore questions. “yes, that sounds fun! what kind of cookies did you have in mind?” you leaned against the doorframe.

she glanced past you, her eyes narrowing. “umm.. why is your bed like that?”

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marvelfilth · 1 month

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Family dinner

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader, Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova, platonic!Kate Bishop x f!reader

Warnings: a very poor attempt at humour

Summary: your best friend Kate needs backup after a mishap with Yelena's family

Masterlist

“I need you here yesterday!”

“What?” You whisper-shout, looking around the office to make sure no one noticed you ducking away to take a call from your best friend.

“Please, I'm desperate! I can't do this alone, they're like sharks and I just spilled blood!”

“Kate, what the hell are you talking about?”

“Yelena's family! They're scary as shit on a good day, but now we messed up real bad, and I think they're gonna decapitate me,” she whines.

“Okay, let's backtrack. What did you do?”

“...”

“Kate?”

There's shuffling on the other side, a deep sigh and then, “Melina found the handcuffs. With the fur. They were still attached to the bed.”

You snort, loud enough to attract annoyed looks from your coworkers. “Happens to the best of-”

“And the whip. It was on the bed too.”

You chortle, this time not caring about your surroundings, and swiftly move further down the hall. “She knows Yelena's a big girl, she can ha-”

“Natasha was there too!”

You stop in your tracks. Now that's interesting.

“She'll never let you forget it,” you say with all the confidence you have, even though you've never met the woman before. You know just enough from what Kate and Yelena told you to be sure of that.

“She's not letting me forget it now! She got all sneaky and secretive, whispering with Melina and looking at me, and now I'm on my way to a family dinner. A family dinner with my girlfriend's family, while said girlfriend got called away on some emergency mission,” she huffs angrily.

“There's no emergency mission, is there?”

“There better be!”

You chuckle, shaking your head. It's never a boring day with Kate Bishop.

“So,” she starts, aiming for a nonchalant tone, “I'm downstairs.”

“What?”

“Yep. Waiting for you at the front. Better hurry, parking is expensive as hell.”

“Kate.”

“I'm your bestie. And my girlfriend's mom found the handcuffs. I need you.”

You check the time, noting that the workday is nowhere near it's end. With a sigh, you head for the elevator, not even bothering to come back for your bag.

“I love you.”

“I haven't agreed to-”

“I know what that sigh means!”

You groan. “Yeah, yeah. You owe me.”

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Turns out, Yelena's family is even scarier then you imagined.

“So, Y/n,” Melina starts, looking at you like you're one of her lab rats, “Do you usually leave your… sexual… stuff after you're done?”

You turn red, choking on the wine. Kate sends you a look of pity.

Natasha smirks.

“I don't… I'm not sure- Um. Well, no.”

Melina hums, nodding to herself. “Good.”

She digs into her food, and you exhale in relief, feeling like the worst part is over.

“So where do you keep your stuff, Y/n?” Natasha asks over the rim of her glass, her eyes full of mischief.

Kate slides lower in her seat, boring holes into her fork.

Melina perks up, once again regarding you like one of her subjects. “I would also like to know. To pass the advice to my daughter and her girlfriend.”

You gulp.

“Well?” Natasha prompts.

You shudder from the intensity of the look she's giving you.

“Can we move on?” Kate whispers, looking around nervously.

“Yes, of course,” Melina nods, her eyes lighting up like she was waiting for a subject change.

Natasha sends Kate an amused smile, and you relax slightly. Now the worst part is over, you're sure.

“So, Y/n-”

Fuck.

“-are you single?”

You nod, shoving a forkful of some meat salad - which mostly consists of mayonnaise - to avoid talking.

“And you're gay, correct?” Melina asks, peering into your very soul.

You nod again, chewing fast.

“Why are you gay?”

You choke on a piece of potato, wheezing and reaching for a glass of water. Kate almost falls of her chair in haste to smack you on the back. Natasha just looks at her mother, unimpressed. “Really?”

“What?” Melina shrugs. “I'm a scientist, I'm conducting research.”

The redhead groans, rubbing her eyes. “Of course.”

You feel a little better now that Natasha is annoyed.

Melina still looks at you, expecting an answer.

You sigh, “Are you gay?”

She blinks, looking like an owl. Natasha chokes on a laugh, sending you a look of appreciation. Kate mutters something about bathroom and darts out of the room, hopefully to call Yelena and fix all this mess.

“Well,” Melina starts, deep in thought. “I suppose I've never given it much of a thought.”

You nod, feeling accomplished in swaying attention from yourself.

“Natasha.” The older woman turns abruptly. “You are gay.”

The redhead groans, sliding down in her seat. “Mother, please.”

“She's gay, and you're gay. You're both miserably single.”

“Huh?” You frown, affronted.

“Fuck my life,” Natasha mumbles into the table, her face pressed tight against it in a feeble effort of disappearing.

“Yelena's on her way!” Kate walks back into the room, triumphant.

“Finally,” you sigh, pointedly looking at the ceiling to avoid Melina's penetrative gaze. “Where's she, by the way?”

“Hiding, probably,” Natasha snorts, shaking her head. “Escaped the scene of crime and left her girlfriend to pick up the mess.” She raises her glass in Kate's general direction, “You're doing good so far, Bishop. Even brought reinforcement - good thinking.”

“Yes-yes,” Melina nods, her eyes darting between you three. “Yelena's a bit of a coward in that regard, but we have an important matter to discuss.”

Natasha glares at her mother. “No, we don-”

“Natasha can cook. Well, she can microwave.”

“What did I miss?” Kate frowns, settling back into her seat. “Actually, no. I don't want to know.”

“As I was saying,” Melina clears her throat, paying no mind to the murderous look Natasha sends her. You'd feel gleeful at that - Natasha's plan came back to bite her in the ass - if you weren't the other victim in this scenario. “Natasha can cook. She's excellent with knives. She's an excellent shot. She can dismantle a bomb in a matter of seconds. She's a… a catch.”

You smile at the miserable expression on Natasha's face, her cheeks dusted with pink.

“Oh…” Kate whispers, looking at you from the corner of her eye. “Well, actually, Y/n is-” she yelps loudly when your heel connects with her toes, and turns bright red at the shooting pain. “-a bitch. She's a bitch.”

The look in Melina's eyes turns gleeful. “That was excellent.”

Fucking hell, no matter what you do, your grave turns deeper and deeper.

Natasha snorts, chugging her wine like it's water. Melina's mouth opens again, and you say a stupid thing to save yourself from further embarrassment.

“Can we go back to Kate's handcuffs, please,” you mutter with a sigh.

The look of betrayal your friend sends you doesn't work the way she intended, because you don't feel guilty at all.

Melina's mouth snaps shut, her eyes widening. The sight alone tells you you said the wrong thing.

“Have you and Kate ever-”

“No!” you both shout, before the older woman can finish the question.

“Sounds defensive,” Natasha chuckles, reaching for the bottle of vodka.

“Wha- What?” You hiss, glaring at the spy.

“She's- Y/n’s not even my type! And I'm not her type either!” Kate splutters.

“Mhm,” Natasha hums, “that I can see.”

You gape, not sure if you're supposed to be offended. “What?”

Natasha smirks, planting her chin on her fist. “You need a firm hand. Your best friend is anything, but firm.”

Her eyes trail down your body, pupils darkening ever so slightly. Your cheeks burn and, suddenly, it's hard to breathe. You clear your throat and gulp down the last of your wine, carefully avoiding her gaze.

“O-okay. That's- okay, yep,” Kate mutters to herself. “Fuck my life.”

“Am I wrong?” Natasha husks, reaching across the table to play with the golden bracelet on your wrist.

Really, right in front of her mother?

The front door opens with a loud bang, and you jump up, relieved to see Yelena. The feeling doesn't last long, because a second later you notice the bleeding wound on her torso.

“So that was an actual mission,” you mumble, missing the way Natasha snorts in your haste to get Yelena to the couch.

Kate looks pale, but swiftly starts helping Yelena undress. Melina's ready with the first aid kid by the time they finally tear off the shirt.

“So?” Natasha whispers into your ear, sending goosebumps down your skin. “Am I wrong?”

Apparently, not even her bleeding sister can stop her.

“No,” you reply, “you're not wrong.”

She hums, satisfied. “I am miserably single, you know?"

You let out a loud laugh, not even bothering to quiet down when Yelena sends you a murderous look.

“I am miserably single, too.”

She smiles, nodding to herself.

“Want to fix that?” She asks after a bit, her eyes glinting in the soft evening light.

“They'll never shut up about it,” you groan, stepping closer to her.

“Yeah,” she hums, her grin stretching wider. “So?”

"A little help?" Yelena wheezes, glaring daggers at the two of you. "Hello? Your sister is dying."

“Yes,” you reply, not taking your eyes away from her green pools.

“Perfect,” she breathes, before pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I'll pick you up tomorrow at six.”

"Fucking unbelievable," Yelena mutters and yelps when Melina shushes her with a pinch and a hissed "don't ruin my hard work".

Kate just looks like she's about to faint.

You grin. "I can't wait."

#natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #black widow x you #black widow x reader #black widow x female reader #family dinner

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norrisleclercf1 · 6 months

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If you're still up for Dad requests... max forgets to put the money of the tooth fairy and little one is all sad about it, so max starts making up excuses to make baby feel better and the next day his child wakes up with a big gift and a note signed by the tooth fairy

A/N: Dad Max? Are you kidding me? This is my crack

"DADDYYYYYYYY!" Max has never moved so fast, ripping his headphones off and rushes through the house to his little girl, Adrianna's room. "Cub? What's wrong?" Shoving the door open he huffs loudly, taking deep breaths.

"My tooth!" She squeals happily as you rush into the room, wrapped in a towel and hair sopping wet. "Oh, cub that's fantastic. Did it hurt?" Max coos, dropping to open knee to make sure the empty gum wasn't bleeding too bad.

"Adri, you scared me." You huff, as it was getting close to her bedtime and all you heard was screaming and Max running. Max hates running. "Daddy, Mommy is nakie." Max snorts and turns eyeing your naked legs, which ends with you smacking his shoulder.

"I'm proud of you baby." Kissing Adrianna's cheek you go back to rinse out your shampoo. "Daddy, does this mean the tooth fairy is coming tonight?" Adri whispers, looking around her room.

Max scoops her up holding the tooth as he sits her on the bathroom counter. "Stay here," Max walks to his console and logs off not caring. Going to the kitchen he gets a warm class of water and salt.

"Alright, swish." Taking the cup she cringes but does as she's told. Spitting she smiles, a giant gap in our mouth now. "Bed time, cub." Ardi holds out her arms and let's Max carry her and lays her down. "Now go to sleep, so Mr. Tooth Fairy can come and visit."

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"Morning baby, did the tooth fairy leave you a good gift?" You ask as Adri walks in hugging her Lion stuffie. "I didn't get anything." Max freezes in the door way, lucky you havent noticed him.

"What do you mean Adri?" "Mommy, Mr. tooth fairy didn't leave me anything. And my tooth is still here." She whines, her little words sending distress through Max. Curse you and his inability to ignore you in the shower. He forgot, you're gonna kill him.

"He didn't? Oh, Adri maybe he was just busy." Max swallows his pride and walks in. The moment his presence is noticed Adri whines and runs to her Daddy's arms. You glare at Max mouthing to fix this.

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"Just write," Max growls at Charles who's trying so hard not to pee himself from laughing. "No, no wait let me get this straight." Charles wipes his eyes.

"You forget to give sweet little Adri her, tooth fairy gift because your hot wife was only in a towel and you two had some, Mommy and Daddy time?" Charles chokes on the laugh as Max groans slamming his head on the table.

"Just write your little chicken scratch so I can get out of here and make my little girl happy." Charles wheezes out another laugh as he writes the note.

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Max leans in the kitchen the next morning, sipping his coffee as you walk in still a little upset with him. "Ahhhhh!" Adri little scream of happiness as she runs in holding a multiple replica driver suits. "Max," But he waves you off and bends down as Adri shows off all the suits.

You wanted to be angry, but Max just made his daughter so happy. She always wanted to dress up as her Uncles when she went to race weekends. Maybe him forgetting wasn't so bad.

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maopll · 5 months

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Could I request Neuvillette, Kaeya, Al-Haitham and Wriothesley with an s/o who makes plushies of them to cuddle?

It's not You, but it's still You

#genshin impact !

⌗:, a/n: mini them is gonna be so cute ! you guys are so creative with these asks like what

⌗:, pairings: otter, cryo abyss mage, smarty pants, & ex-convict w/ gn!reader (separately)

⌗:, warning: I changed their names in pairings because why not. + a lil but suggestive in wrio's part cause I've been in the mood to write smth like that 😳

— ୨୧ NEUVILETTE

The hands of the clocks seemed to ceaselessly turn. Pages after pages and files after files were being checked and approved by the Iudex. As soon as the clock struck to 6pm, the papers got closed with a thud and he made a beeline towards the office door. Not forgetting to bid farewell to Sedene, he walks, practically hopping towards your shared abode. Ah, he can't wait! to feel your warmth as you throw yourself at him once he enters the house.

After a short walk since your house is located quite close to the Court of Fontaine, he calls you, "Mon amour, I'm home" but is met with silence. He's not worried, yet not being able to hear your voice makes him rather confused since the house is never this silent. Rather than being inside your bedroom, you were snuggled up in his office chair in his work room. His large jacket covered most of you and it seems that you were cuddling....a plushie him?

You were awaken by the rather abrupt yet ferocious rain against the window sill. "why is it raining so?..." Oh, there he was, your gloomy boyfriend who just stared at the plushie in your hand with eyes that were filled with envy. Unknowingly, he was pouting, with his cheeks all puffed up and creases near his eyebrows. You looked once and twice at Neuvillette and at the mini Neuvillette in your hand. You burst out laughing since you couldn't control the laughter "oh my archons neuvi! what am I going to do with you if you act *wheeze* like this—" "dearest I don't see the reason why you must hold that close to you when you've very much got yourself an even bigger and a better and far more warmer than the one that you have..."

"alright alright fine" you indicated with your open arms that he was much welcome between them since the...former intruder has now been removed from its position. He kneeled down to your chest height and gently wrapped his arms around your waist. He snuggled into your chest all while purring as you scratched the top of his head in just the right positions. With a pleased sigh he whispers, "I'd argue that this is much better"

— ୨୧ KAEYA

Between your arms, by your bedside table and sometimes even between you two while you sleep! What! how long do you plan to torment him, the Calvarly Captain that everyone oh so sought! this is utterly unfair! No, it's not that he hates the plushie that you have made but he believes that access to parts like between your arms and on your lap, should be reserved for him and only him.

"Love, why is that with you?" he stared at the mini kaeya plushie beside you across the tavern table, eyes clearly showing his distate for it being able to be so so close to you. "Gosh Kaeya, don't you think you're being a little hostile so something which is quite harmless? What's gotten into you?". Kaeya would like to refute whatever you said. That has been the very reason why he hasn't been able to smell the scent of you on his cloak since you are always busy holding and travelling with that around.

So be it, he's going to go for the 'tit-for-tat' kind of way! He will also see how much you crave for his love and attention after he momentarily stops giving them to you. And just like that many nights pass by yet your spirit is as undying as ever while Kaeya is now as dry as a twig which desperately thirsts for water, which in his case is love. He barges quite rudely into the courtyard where you busy watering your plants looking dishelved. He strides over to you, picks you up on his arms ignoring your protests, flops you on the bed and cages you between his arms. "W-what's up with this sudd—" "Just stay quiet for a moment...please" with that you zip your mouth shut. His request wasn't rude and it did seem like he had lost all of his energy. You heaved a sigh at his childish behaviour but brushed it off since he really looked as if he was on the verge of breaking. "Don't do things like these again alright? I'll do whatever you want just...don't get jealous over a plushie". "Mhm.." that was the only thing kaeya said before he drifted off to comfortable slumber as he laid in your chest.

— ୨୧ ALHAITHAM

The way he stared daggers through the object supported by the lamp was so intense that it reached you who was rummaging through the book shelves in his office. Never in your time of serving as Alhaitham's secretary did you get to see or feel the way he was so enraged with something or someone. Look, it was alright if he was irritated by someone, but its a different story if he is irritated by an inanimate object.

"...I can feel your eyes seething with rage from this distance albi...". "What is the reason for it being here with us?" Arms crossed and cold, as if he was talking to a colleague regarding a problem in the Akademiya that needed the utmost attention. Well, to him that plushie of 'himself' was also equivalent to those agonizing problems. "Oh come on! it's so cute look at his tiny hands...wait are you actually trying to tell me that's its ugly and doesn't look like you that's why you hate it?" Sure the buttons looked crooked and the hair not quite similar to what he has but in no situation would he undermine your works that you have poured your heart to. "No habibi that's not what I meant..." Bullseye. You hit him right in the spot. He can't really keep his composure when you are sad or gloomy.

"Fine I apologise. I don't hate what you made but...I just wanted to spend some time alone with you...and have your...attention to me" the last sentence was barely above a whisper but it seems that he forgot the face that both you and him were alone in this big space where even the smallest of whispers become the ice-breaking sounds. "Aww was my baby jealous? oh you big child". It's not often that he gets jealous but when he does he looks really adorable. You can't really keep your lips from smooching all over his face and ruffling his hair.

— ୨୧ WRIOTHESLEY

He loves tea. Thus he loves tea parties as well. Whenever he has tea with you he keeps a spare cup, for a very special guest. A mini him in the form of a plushie. He adore this craftwork of yours since you made it with love for him with him in your mind. He loves you to the moon and back so anything that you make automatically gets his utmost love.

"Mhm...what tea is this? Looks like it's a new one" you asked him in a soft voice so as not to disturb the peaceful silence that lingers in his office. "You're correct, it's hibiscus tea. Siegwinne got it from Sedene when she was visiting Neuvillette for his daily checkup". "Ah, no wonder. It still tastes really delicious. Probably because you made it" you smirked attempting to tease him. "Heh I'm sure Wrio here also like it" indeed it is the name of the plushie you made. You were in the mood for being a little naughty today.

"Since he likes it, I'm sure he's busy relishing the taste of the tea so...I can have you all to myself now right?" you inched closer to him in an alluring yet amorous way. "Oh it looks like my dear here is in the mood for something that's a little more hot and steamy than the tea" "You know me well don't you your grace?". You lifted his face with your fingers in a gently hypnotizing way. "You make me weak yknow that? his slurred voice was an open invitation to continue your ministrations.

"Be careful. The tea might grow cold we can't keep this for too long now..."

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persefolli · 12 days

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𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞

𝐃𝐮𝐡! 𝐑𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝/𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫."

Cooper adjusted his hat and walked among the sandy terrain of what used to be shady sands. He hated this place, hated how dead it was, hated the fact he remembered what it once was.

He dragged his feet along the rocks until he came to a stop in the shade. He looked up and saw the still-standing billboard for Nuka-Cola. Your face was plastered on it, a bright smile holding a bottle of America’s favorite soda. Cooper walked to an old car wreckage and sat against it, staring up at your face with his mouth hanging open. This was the only piece of the past that helped him to never forget your face. That's why as much as he hated it, he never wanted to leave Shady Sands.

“Cooper!” You squealed, running into the apartment with a paper in your hands. You dropped your boots and purse and ran up to him. “I got it! I got the part! I'm gonna be a Cola Girl!”

Cooper took the paper from your hands and scanned the contract, along with the details of the photo shoot. “A cowgirl theme hm? Wanna dig in my closet.”

“Uh. YES!” You exclaimed.

That was his hat you were wearing on the billboard. The same hat he had on his head now.

You came from the closet, holding up the pants that jingled with every movement.

“You need a belt baby.”

“I couldn’t find one!”

Cooper chuckled and went to the other side of the closet and kneeled to wrap the belt around your waist and secure the pants against your waist.

“Don’t I make a good cowgirl?” You said in a false southern accent. Cooper smiled as you approached him. You made guns out of your fingers and pulled the hat down. “There's an old Mexican Eulogy…” You recited one of his most famous lines. Cooper picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he walked the two of you to the living room couch. “Feo, Fuerte y Formal.” The two of you said in unison as he sat.

Cooper wheezed and took a large gulp of radiated water as he stared up at you. That smile was genuine, he would know.

“Big smile. Big smile. We want those beautiful white teeth up on our screens.” The photographer encouraged you.

You moved a lot, giving them multiple poses to choose from.

Cooper stood behind the camera, smiling as he saw you in a signature western outfit, posing for the upcoming Nuka-Cola campaign.

“Now take a refreshing drink.”

You cracked open the cola bottle and raised it to drink it, but you miscalculated and the cool soda fell on your chest instead of in your mouth. “Oh shit!” You exclaimed, and multiple people came to help you dab the excess liquid off.

“I’ll go change! Take 30?” You said looking at the crew who agreed.

You groaned and headed to your dressing room with Cooper on your heels. As soon as the two of you got inside he grabbed you by the waist, causing you to squeal. The two of you crash landed into the couch, kissing passionately. His hands grabbed at your breasts and you moaned into his lips. “I’ll help you clean up.” He said while licking your neck, tasting the sticky substance of soda on your neck.

You moaned softly as he kissed his way down, unbuttoning the top buttons of your blouse and placing kisses on the outline of your bra.

Cooper felt sick staring at your chest on the billboard. Sick. But he missed you dearly. He missed your touch. He had the real thing, and lost it all. He felt tears threatening his eyes and held his breath, constricting his air on purpose. Your image became blurry and he let out a yell. He huffed and hissed, pulling out his gun quickly and holding it to his head. He could be with you, after 200 years he could feel your love again.

He panted and stared at the billboard before dropping the gun. He wouldn't do that, not in front of you . He couldn’t traumatize you, that's not what he wanted. That's not what you would want.

Cooper guzzled down another large amount of radiated water, not caring that it was spilling out of his mouth and everywhere else. He just sat and stared at his girl.

#the ghoul #the ghoul x reader #the ghoul x reader angst #the ghoul x reader fluff #the ghoul angst #the ghoul fallout #the ghoul fic #cooper howard angst #cooper howard #cooper howard x reader #fallout #fallout x reader

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moralesmilesanhour · 5 months

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seeing double

summary: Milo keeps getting mistaken for Miles and he's like really over it wc: ~500' a/n: I feel like I've just been writing heavy-ish stuff non-stop so I thought I'd just do something for the sillies. Here is my masterlist for more Stuff

“Yo, Miles, we got a problem–oh.”

Milo gave Ganke Lee an icy glare from where he sat on the stoop in front of his house. The husky Korean boy had met his twin brother in ninth grade, and the two became fast friends. They were not close enough, apparently, for Ganke to avoid occasionally mistaking the two boys and spilling bits and pieces of secret plans that Milo was decidedly not a part of. Like being fucking Spider-Man. The braids seemed to help, though not by a large margin.

Milo pulled back his purple hoodie to reveal them, for emphasis.

“Yeah, wrong guy,” he said flatly. “Need me to text him?”

Ganke tensed.

“Um, nah, I think I’ll be able to find him.”

Milo scoffed. “Scared you’re gonna spill his lil’ ‘secret identity’?”

The other boy’s eyes widened.

“You…You know?”

“I know how to put two and two together, Lee. Now do you need me to text him or not?”

Ganke pursed his lips for a second, then shrugged. “Tell him the Goblin’s loose again. See ya.”

He gave a quick salute, then began to jog back in the direction he came from.

The rest of Miles’ week went about the same way:

“Miles, how’s the art project coming along?”

“I’m not Miles.”

“We miss you, Miles!”

“Not Miles, but I’ll pass the message along.”

“Miles, it's not funny. Let's go.”

“I'm. Not. Miles!”

You struggled to tug your boyfriend along behind you before the showing time for the movie you two had picked out rolled around. The tight new cornrows sitting on top of his head seemed to be cutting off the flow to his brain, because he seemed to have no idea what you were talking about.

“We're gonna be late!”

“Late to what?”

Fully on the brink of giving up, you dropped his hand and spun around to face him.

“Look, do you wanna go or not? You can't keep flaking on me like this, this is the third time–”

“And it won't happen again!”

There, jogging up to you in a white sweatshirt, hair very clearly un-braided, was Miles.

You blinked hard a few times, then looked back at Not Miles, who had his arms crossed in irritation.

“Yo, your girl tried to kidnap me just now,” he snapped. “Can you not be late to everything?”

The real Miles glanced between you and his twin for a moment before bursting into a wheezing fit of laughter.

“It's not funny!” You both said in unison as he held his stomach.

After wiping a tear from his eye and regaining his composure, he gestured towards Not Miles.

“You wanna introduce yourself first?”

Not Miles sighed.

“Milo Morales. My real name's Manuel, but I don't want nobody calling me ‘Manny’, so I go by Milo. Don't forget it.”

You narrowed your eyes at Miles.

“Why didn't you tell me you had a brother with the same face as you?”

He shrugged.

“Wasn’t important information at the time.”

“ ‘Wasn't important’– I almost took your brother out on a date by accident!”

“You're not my type.”

“Alright, look,”

Miles took your hand. His palm was softer than Milo's, you noted.

“I'll explain at the movies, I promise.”

Your expression softened, and you squeezed his hand back.

“You'd better.”

“See you at home?” Miles turned to Milo, who was already stalking off in the other direction with his hands in his pockets.

“Whatever, man!”

#the x reader bit is kinda secondary here which is interesting idk why i did that #miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader #miles morales fic #moralesanhour

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nochukoo97 · 10 months

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boyfriend drabbles (pt.18)

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: the one where jungkook accidentally hurts you and he has to do the most to make you forgive him

word count: 600+

boyfriend drabbles masterlist!

“Fuck!” The man beside you smashes his controller into the sofa as he curses loudly, his brother cheers, the split screen showing ‘Victory’ on his brother’s side, while Jungkook has ‘Defeat’ flashing in his face.

Your boyfriend seemed to forget that he was still under his parents roof, his mum right in the next room from where he was.

“Jeon Jungkook! Do not use such foul words in my house,” His mum shouts from the kitchen, shaking her head at him as he smiles at her sheepishly.

As the controller bounced onto the sofa, it bounced back up and landed right on your face, where you were laying on Jungkook’s lap.

“OW!” You immediately clutch your face, the impact of the hard controller making something sting badly, you couldn’t pinpoint exactly where, but it hurt, badly.

“Shit, Jagi I’m so sorry, let me see,” Your boyfriend worriedly searches your face, attempting to pull your hands away to look at it properly.

Instead you push his wandering hands away dramatically, shuffling out of his lap and inching closer to where his brother and his girlfriend, Yongchae, were sitting, cuddling up against her.

“I’m sorry baby, please let me see your face,” Jungkook attempts to pull you back to where you were originally laying, but you shove his hands away again, huffing as you curl up next to Yongchae.

She laughs, patting your head as Jungkook sulks into the couch.

“Jungkook-ah, this is what you get for hurting your girlfriend,” His mum laughs and makes her way into the living room, sitting on the couch next to your boyfriend as he gasps dramatically.

“Omma, how can you side with her, it was an accident,” Jungkook’s whining, as he furrows his brows, in disbelief that his own mother would not even take his side.

“Go and apologise on your knees to her,” She pinches his ear, as he sulks, walking over to you and kneeling in front of you.

His brother laughs at Jungkook’s state as your boyfriend glares back at him.

“I’m sorry baby, please look at me,” Your head is buried into the couch, but Jungkook manages to take your hands into his.

“Then make me a coffee and I’ll see if I forgive you,” You stick your tongue out playfully at him, his eyes widening at your sudden order.

You peck his lips quickly before tapping his shoulder, Jungkook chuckles at you, shaking his head as he goes into the kitchen.

“You really have him wrapped around your finger, I’ve never seen him so compliant before,” His brother laughs, as Jungkook shouts from the kitchen,

“I heard you!”

“Mm, missed you,” Jungkook wraps his arms around you tighter as he pecks your forehead.

“We’ve been together the whole entire day Kook,” You laugh into his chest, the smell of his cologne stronger than before.

“I know but all I did was get bullied by everyone,” He’s now sulking, thinking about the day’s events, as you laugh, reaching up to ruffle his hair.

“My poor baby,” You coo at him, shuffling up to kiss your sulky boyfriend.

“Kook, why are you holding onto me so tight,” You wheeze as Jungkook tightens his hold again, the two of you squeezing into his childhood bed, a twin sized bed.

“I’m not gonna let you fall off and then I’ll get nagged at again by my mum,” He groans, you’re practically laying on top of him at this point, the twin bed not giving much space for you and your very muscular boyfriend to sleep.

“Is it not uncomfortable with me literally laying on top of you baby?” You laugh as Jungkook shifts slightly under you, making the bed creak.

“Nope,” He replies, popping the last syllable, “I can hold you better like this,” He smiles against your head, hands carding through the long hair.

“Baby I can feel your hand near my boob,” You warn your boyfriend, smiling as he huffs.

“It was worth the try,”

#jungkook fluff #jungkook #jungkook au #jungkook ff #jungkook smut #jungkook x oc #jungkook x reader #bts #bts ff #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jungkook scenarios #jungkook angst #jungkook scenario #jungkook fanfic #boyfriend jungkook #jungkook imagines #bts jungkook

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wolfytoothy · 6 months

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pool party

E.42 Miles X Fem! Reader

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You don't know how your friend got you to go to this pool party, but here you are. Maybe cuz J.B. was scard to go on her own and your a good friend so you desided to go with her. Or maybe it's because you actually wanted to go..... or maybe it's because J.B. bribed you with money and told you Miles was gonna be there... yea that was it.

But other then that you had no idea how you got here 😃.

You see, yours and 3 other classes were on field trip, you guys were in Florida. So that means you guys were in a hotel. It was a nice hotel, and a big ass hotel. Like it literally had a kitchen and a living room. It was so convenient. But you know what was also convenient. That your Crush was your roommate, aka Miles. You guys didn't talk since he was out most the time. And also cuz you were hiding from him in the other room cuz you couldn't handle the constant flirting.

But then again, here you are.

you weren't expecting so many people to be there. The whole class was there, and other classes of course.

You were wereing a two peice swim suit. A baby blue color, that had a nice big 42 on there. And Of course blue basket ball short and a over sized t-shirt. And you can't forget the sunglasses.

You felt if you removed any of your cover up that reviled your swim suit, you would die in a whole. So you stood In a corner with your drink as you bobed your head to the music.

You were just vibin fr.

Till you relized the boys were throwing people who didn’t get in the pool in the pool. Once you saw the first 3 girls get thrown into the pool you immediately wanted to leave. "Oh nah baby that ain't gone work" you muttered. You put down your cup on a near by table and took off your shirt. You stuff it in your bag, and grabbed a water bottle. You then proceeded to dump the whole water bottle all over your body, making it seem like you just got out of the pool. "Got me fucked up if you think I'm funny get thrown in the pool," you chuckled as you threw the water bottle away.

Even though you felt exposed, cuz now your top was gone, you still say it was worth it damnit.

You continued to vibe in your small corner as you sat under the shade. Your eyes scaned the place till you spotted a fimillier looking man.

Your man, who doesn't know he's your man but he's your man.

✨️Miles.✨️

And lord was he looking scrumdiliuptiouse. Cuz he has ABS. And muscle. You have never folded so hard in your life. You chocked on your juice then started coughing uncontrollable. Catching the attention of a certain young female.

"Girl you good" J.B. asked as you turned around facings her and covered your face still coughing and wheezing, completely flustered. "Were did mans come from," you thought as you wheeze for air.

"Jesus, what's wrong" J.B. asked worried as she patted your back. You controlled your self and tilted your head back. She followed your line of sight and smirked. "Oh my" was all J.B. could get out.

J.B. could’t stop staring. Some how catching Miles attention. A smirked appeared on his face as he started walking over to you.

"Sup J.B. mama" miles greeted. "sup Miles", "hi, miles" you said crossing your arms trying to cover your chest from the boy that peered over your shoulder. " ima go find zay," J.B. said as she excused her self from the two. Leaving only you and Miles. You tried your hardest not to stare at Miles. Or even look him in the eye. "Wanna go for a swim ma" Miles asked, nudging your shoulder.

"Uh, no thanks I'm good off that, but thank you tho" you shot down quickly. "Come on. N/n it'll be fun " he teased. You inhaled deeply as you looked at the pool. Which was crawling with a bunch of people, making your skin crawl abd a shiver going down your spine making you feel insecure. You wrapped your arms around yourself feeling un easy at the thought of people looking at you. "But...people " you say in a almost disgusted tone.

Miles chuckled and scooted closer to you. "How you gonna go to a pool party and not touch the water" he joked. "Wa- I'm here cuz of J.B." you said. "And plus I'm not getting in that water were people be trying to play with me, and splashing water in my face, and just being annoying in general but like it's a pool party and shit but I also don't like people staring" you said all in one breath.

"Alright,alright, I get it. Just get in the water wit me. Then after we can go in the hot tub" Miles offered. You thought about it for a while then nodded. "Add money in the end then we got a deal bud" you smiled as you started removing your shorts and stuffed them into your bag.

Miles grined and grabbed you by the waist. Pulling you closer so he can talk in your ear. "I give you sum better then money. How bout a kiss" he said. You cheeks went red and you were stunned. "I- wa- m- Miles-"

"But u can spear a couple of dollars to you, let's go" Miles grabbed you by the hand and dragged you to were there was less people. He made you go first and followed after you. The water felt decent. Though you stayed close to Miles the while time. And so luckily Miles held you close as well. (By the waist to be exact)

You guys talked for a bit, till it was getting dark. That's when things started getting low key crazy.

The pool party was had lasted till it was night. That's when things started getting fun. Some one spiked all the drinks and someone must have brought the drugs over cuz there was people smoking, and drunkies left and right. So that mean everyone was making out in the pool or in random places and or had left to go have s3x. It had become a neon pool party, which was the only good thing that came out of this.

You had glow sticks around your neck, and wrist. You and Miles were now in the hot tub. Watching all the chaos go down. It seemed only you and Miles were the only sober ones now.

You and Miles laughed and made jokes. You were enjoying yourself. You guys paused for a while and relaxed. You felt a pair of eyes on you so you looked at Miles, who was staring right back at you. You smiled and giggled. "What are you looking at miles" you asked.

"Just admiring how pretty you mami" he flirted. You don't know what took over your body but you got closer not breaking eye contact. "Oh really", "mhm, I every time I see you", "why" you asked stalking closer and finally climbing into his lip. His hand resting on your hips and your armed wrapped around his neck. " cuz you got a pretty face" he trailed off as he leaned in, and kissed you gently.

Now lemme tell you...one kiss,turned into two kiss. Then two kiss turned into 3 kiss then 3 kiss turned into make out session...

Sorry I can't, but let's just say, yall had a make out session.

The next day:

You were awoken to the sound of the shower running. You got up slowly and stretched. "Damn" you groaned are you got a good back crack. Your peace was interrupted by the bathroom door opening.

There emerged miles, with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair our. He seemed not to notice you were awake as he was to busy looking at his phone and singing sum in Spanish.

When he looked up he finally relized you were awake. "Good morning ma"

"Well good morning" you greeted back, trying to no look down. "Wanna go get ice cream"he asked, when he was done getting dressed.

"Uh sure... you gonna go out with your hair like that tho" you observed as you got out of bed.

Miles took to Towle off his head and stared at his hair in the mirror.

"...can you braid?"

#miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles #e.42 miles #earth 42 miles x you #earth 42 miles fluff

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skylarsblue · 1 year

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✦Incorrect C.o.D Quotes, Again✦

Guess who's back...back again-

Ghost @ DILF!Y/N: Stop making me have gay thoughts, General. I look at men and I feel weird. I feel strange. It makes me wanna do things. I don’t like that.

(This also works with Soap, of course)

-- (Based on that one Avatar moment that set the fucking bar for me. Also, bonus random name of an NPC) Ghost: Oliver is the best sniper. DILF!Y/N, real softly over Ghost’s shoulder: …well I don’t want Oliver. Ghost, a man with daddy issues: Ghost, internally: HOLD IT THE FUCK TOGETHER SOLDIER, WE’LL GET THROUGH THIS

-- Y/N: I was gonna say that if in ten years time, the two of us aren’t married, let’s agree… Gaz: Yeah? Y/N: To hunt each other for sport. Gaz: T-To hunt each other for sport?- Y/N: Yeah! D-did you just agree?! Gaz: I thought you were gonna say like, y’a know, let’s get married! Let’s- Y/N: Oh! Oh. Gaz: I’ll be your Gilligan! Y/N: I didn’t mean- the signals-

-- Gaz: Sorry! I thought I saw a wasp. Y/N: Do you love me too? Gaz, breaking his neck: Excuse me?

-- (NSFW warning) Y/N: Like- no I know it’s bad but bro I- he makes me such a whore. Soap: Okay like, on a scale of one to ten- Y/N: I’d let him cum on my glasses Soap: ON YOUR GLASSES?! Oh it’s serious. Y/N: I KNOW

-- 141: *looking at knocked out Graves* Y/N: I’m gonna check his pockets. Alejandro: For weapons? Y/N: No, to see where he keeps the fucking audacity. Soap: *wheeze* No no, bad timing, don’t be funny this is serious.

-- Y/N: You wanna go toe-to-toe with me, pretty boy? Alejandro: Go for it.~ I’ll give you the first shot. Y/N: Better make it count, casanova. Alejandro: I never half-ass anything, mi girasol. Ghost: Oi, keep your pants on and focus, would ya?

-- Soap: Missed me missed me now you gotta kiiii…. Simon: Now I gotta what? Soap: Nothin’ forget it- Simon: No no, now I gotta what?

-- Y/N, surrounded by attractive men: Am I…a whore? Y/N: *looks at them* Y/N: I don’t really give a fuck, HEY TEAM-

-- Gaz: Why are you just…laying on the couch? Usually you’re up and doing something. Y/N: Can’t move. Soap: Why?? Y/N: *sits up on their elbows and allows their neck to be seen* Gaz: *gasp* Nooooo… Y/N: Mhm. Soap: Nuh uh. Y/N: König carried me here. >:) Gaz: YOU WHORED! Y/N: I DID!!

-- Someone: Please PLEASE don’t tell anyone. Y/N: I won’t! I won’t, promise. Someone: *sigh* Thank you. … Price: *doing paperwork* Y/N, busting in: CAPTAIN!! Price: BLOODY FU-What in the world?! Y/N: *shuts his door and smoothly sits on his desk* Captain you will not believe what I have heard.

-- Soap: I’m gonna stop listening to drama. I’m gonna focus on my training, be a better person- Gaz: Right, right. Y/N, popping in: Guess who got caught sucking dick in the bathroom. Soap & Gaz: WHO?! Soap: *falls out of chair*

-- Price: Be nice. Y/N: I’m always nice! Price: Really nice, not bitchy nice. Y/N: …you tied my hands but fine.

-- (With a random backstory I have in my brain for König) Y/N: How do you uh, deal with all this trauma? König: I call my mutter. Y/N: That’s beautiful, K- König: Call my mutter a bitch.

-- Gaz: GIRLFRIEND STOP, GET BACK IN THE CAR Soap with zero self preservation instincts: *sprinting with a pipe bomb* YOU GET BACK HERE!

-- Y/N: This entire team is full of babygirls. Gaz: Oh not that fucking meme- Soap: Full of huh? Ghost: Call me that and I will snap your spine. Y/N: Bring it! An honor sir! Price: Jesus Christ-

#the dilf ones are for my own enjoyment #i have a dilf oc and this is how i get it out #call of duty x y/n #call of duty x reader #call of duty #konig call of duty #konig x reader #captain john price #john price x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #incorrect cod quotes

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epigstolary · 5 months

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Real Talk

TW: Medical fatphobia, health issues, fat shaming, toxic masculinity

Dude, you say you want me to help you, but you’re going to have to get serious if you really want to start losing weight. I’m a trainer, not a miracle worker. I mean, look at you; you know your body’s fucking disgusting, right? You let yourself get so huge that even your fat guy clothes can’t hide your belly anymore. Every inch of you is covered in blubber. Everywhere you look. And you have to push all that fat around every time you want to walk or move. It’s so gross watching you try to go anywhere. You’re just waddling around under hundreds of pounds of fat, wheezing like you just ran a marathon. Like… people aren’t supposed to get to the size that you have. And don’t give me that “health at any size” bullshit. You’ve got to have some serious problems to get this big and think it’s ok. Nobody your size is healthy. Your body’s a fucking disgrace, tubbo.

You gotta realize just how bad being this fat is for you, right? Think about it. All that fat’s wrapping around your organs. Either they work harder, or they just quit working. Your joints are getting annihilated having to move all that extra weight around. Your heart’s having to work so much harder just to do its thing because you’re so fucking big. Your body’s not supposed to work like that. It feels like it’s under attack 24/7 — because it is — so you’ve got anxiety, you’ve got inflammation, your hormones are all out of wack. Your body chemistry is basically fucked once you get fat. And fucking forget about it when you weigh as much as three normal people, like your flabby ass does.

Not that you seem to care, since you pay zero attention to your diet. It’s just fucking scary, bro. I’ve seen you pound an entire pizza or a bag of burgers and be ready for more. And that’s just, like, a regular lunch for you. There’s so much saturated fat and sugar in all the shit you eat for every meal, it blows my mind that you’re even able to function. Where do you think that shit goes after you cram it down your throat, meal after meal? It’s blowing up your body even fatter. It’s clogging up those arteries to make that overworked heart work even harder. It’s running through all the insulin your body tries to pump out so that it can deal with the abuse you put it through. I bet if I went through your kitchen right now, I couldn’t find one goddamn vegetable — all sweets, and takeout, and chips, and junk food, am I right? Yeah, you love kicking back on the sofa and working through a big pile of garbage like that, don’t you, fatass? I bet you sit there just belly out, crumbs and shit all over your tits, like a big fucking blob, huh?

Keep eating like that, and you don’t have a fucking chance. You’re just gonna keep blowing up until you finally have the fucking big one. That shit is so, SO bad for you. You want to not be a total embarrassment, fatty? You’re gonna have to throw the snack cakes in the garbage. You’re gonna have to cook stuff that’s not loaded with butter or grease or sugar. You’re gonna have to eat something green that grows in the ground every once in a while. And yeah, you’re probably going to feel like shit for a while because your body’s used to getting fed lard nonstop all the fucking time. But you gotta get a little self-control. The whole reason why you look like a fucking enormous cow, why you’ve got that belly packed full of fat fucking garbage, is that you’ve never had any.

I guess what I can’t figure out is, why the fuck did you do this to yourself? It’s so much harder to make it through life when you’re this fucking heavy. You can’t even go anywhere or do anything because you’re too fat to leave the house. Everyone you meet has to be shocked at what a lardass you are. Nobody who sees your disgustingly obese body is gonna want to fuck you, except the fucking weirdos who get off on that shit. Maybe that’s who you have to settle for, since there’s no way you’re reaching your dick with all that fat in the way. God, I can’t even imagine letting myself get too fat to be able to fuck. That’s so fucking gross, bro.

Like, look at me. Look at this rock-hard bicep next to that big flabby fucking water wing of an arm you have. Look at these abs next to you and that belly hanging down to your knees. It doesn’t even have a fucking shape. Look at these tight glutes next to that wide, wobbling, fat ass you’ve gotten from sitting in front of the tv stuffing your fat face for years. With a body like this, I can fuck anyone I want. How do you think that same hookup’s gonna go for you, huh? Nobody out there’s going home with a pile of jello like you You’re going home, alone, to try and figure out a way to get yourself off.

And dude, I’m not saying all this just to shit on you. I’m worried about you. It sucks to see my bro blow up into a fucking whale and get all mopey ‘cause he can’t get any ass. But you need someone to be real with you. Someone’s gotta tell you how much of a fatass you are, and how much of a fatass you’re gonna be until you get to the gym and shut this fast food and shit down. You can’t blame anyone but yourself for how you got this way. Keep complaining, and you’re going to keep being a gross fatty. You’re gonna have to go out, get some fucking exercise, and deal with being embarrassed at being the fattest guy at the gym until you’ve put in the work to fix it.

Trust me, bro, you’ll thank me later.

#feeder fiction #gainerfiction #ssbhm #weight gain fiction #wg fiction #extreme weight gain #wg story #gaining #gainer stories

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creative-caramel-coffee · 11 months

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Wheezy winters pt.2

Pairings: Wandanat x R

Word count: 900

Summary: after your asthma puffer runs out your girls keep a close eye on you as your wait for another. Will you be ok?

TW: Asthmas attack (is that a warning? Idk.)

A/n seeings you guys seemed to like the first part so much here’s a part 2 for y’all

|| PART 1 ||

“Y/n/n? Love? Come on or we’re gonna be late to training.” Wanda called from the bathroom. Grumbling you threw off the sheets and pulled on some winter appropriate training clothes.

“Y/n/n, wands? You coming? Steve’s waiting.” Nat called, knocking on the closed door. She was always up early and so of course she was ready to go.

“Coming” you called grabbing your coat. With one foot out the door, you felt an arm wrap around your bicep.”

“Love. Have you taken your puffer?” Wanda asked eyes sparkling. She had checked every morning of the past week to make sure before letting you leave the shared bedroom.

You sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of your nose. You had hoped she would forget, but you knew she wouldn’t.

“Its out?” You said sounding so unsure it was phrased as a question.

“Love.” Wanda sighed looking at you and visibly deflating.

“I’ll be fine.” You smiled, grabbing your mini backpack which housed your ‘in case of an attack’ puffer. Quickly you rushed out the door, Wanda sighed before following, knowing you wouldn’t be talked out of coming on the run.

“Ok but take it easy.” Wanda called after you, grabbing her own coat and following behind.

When the team was all gathered at the base of the compound, Steve began the run. Wanda and Nat jogged close behind you, talking in hushed tones, you knew they were talking about you.

“Wands I’m worried, why didn’t she get a new one.”

“She said she’s waiting for her prescription from Cho. And the new puffer wont be in until next Tuesday.”

“But it’s Wednesday.” Nat frowned “thats too many runs without her preventer.”

“I know love, I’ll love for pietros spare when we get back.”

“Ok” Nat nodded. “Then I guess we’ll just keep a close eye on her today.”

Wanda nodded in response.

Your chest felt ok. Or at least it had when you started the run. You were nearing the ten minute mark and feeling a bit too confident. Picking up your pace, you felt a hand on your lower back.

“Love. Take it easy today.” Nat’s voice was softer than her hands as she spoke so the rest of the team, who were all way ahead, wouldn’t hear. You nodded a response, the tell tale tightening wheeze confirming her words. In an attempt to stifle the attack, you tried to steady your breathing. Taking slow deep breathes and trying the wheeze quietly. Unknowingly in your focus to slow your breathing, your speed had dropped almost to a stop. Nat and Wanda appeared on both sides of you.

“Love?” Wanda called.

“Y/n/n sweetheart?” Nat echoed

“Yeah.” You huffed between breaths.

“Are you ok?” Nat asked

“Peachy.” You grinned, the pause making you cough and your chest tightened. Wanda frowned, guiding you to the floor. Her furrowed brow deepening at your lack of protest. You were almost as stubborn as Nat when it came to your health.

“Breathe love.” Wanda smiled, pulling you into her chest. You were sat between her legs on the concrete, your back against her chest. As Wanda held you close in an attempt to stem the panic she could feel rising in you, nat fumbled with the zip. Blushing slightly as the mighty black widow was defeated by a simple zipper.

“Here.” Wanda stretched out a hand, her eyes never leaving your form.

Nat handed over the bag and Wanda unzipped it, pulling out the puffer and handing it to you. Unfortunately your hands were shaking far to much to be of any use. Nat gently took the puffer from you, handing it to Wanda. You were gasping at this point. Nat’s hand rubbed circles on your back as Wanda uncapped and slipped it between your lips. Tilting it back slightly and pressing it down, she instructed you to hold your breathe for the count of five. Both girls slowly counting out loud in sync. When they reached zero, you deflated your puffed up chest. Wanda repeated the process, push, puff, count, breathe, until the wheeze was lesser and you could take a half breath.

Nat lent down scooping you out of Wanda’s embrace and holding you bridal style as she carried you back to the compound in a slow jog. Wanda running close behind.

When the three of you made it back, your girls explained the situation to cho. Who promptly put you on a low flow oxygen mask and put a rush on your puffer.

Tiredly you laid on the bed, nat on one side running her hands through your hair. Wanda on the other side rubbing circles on your thigh. You fought to keep you eyes open, tired from the near hyperventilating.

“Its ok love, you can sleep.” Wanda cooed.

“We’re not going anywhere.” Nat smiled.

Closing your eyes, you drifted off to dreamland.

A/N I literally had an Asthma attack (kinda) while writing this lol. I have a love hate relationship with winter. My mind loves it. My lungs hate it.

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munsster · 2 years

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goddamn chest hair

A/N: i mean how can you??? not???? just go heart eyes at him all the time

Pairing: Steve Harrington x GN!Reader

Summary: This new development on Steve’s upper body is incredibly attractive and too good to be true. 1.7k words

Warnings: porn no plot tbh, smut, simping (LOSER HAHA. ha. i’m so lonely), kissing, teasing, body worship (?), licking/marking/hickeys, ch*st ha*r🤤, hair grabbing (?), unprotected sex (do not, or else), very mild insecurity

It’s Friday night, so it’s only fair that your boyfriend is underneath you on your bed, humming softly with a kiss-wrecked grin and his hands kindly fondling your bare ass. Naturally, the last time you had this kinda time alone was before the world nearly ended and some gooey, shithead monster totaled your car. Naturally, you were half naked before Steve even had the chance to shut the door. And so naturally, your boyfriend looks good enough to eat underneath you on your bed.

Only, he’s fully clothed, and both of you get a little hot and bothered ‘cause of it. He hasn’t stopped giggling for fifteen minutes—unless you count the split second he choked when you rolled your crotch against his skinny-jeans-boner. Other than that, yeah, he’s fully clothed. In fact, he’s wearing two shirts, which is ridiculous considering it’s Hawkins’ hottest summer yet.

So you dip your fingers beneath his polo and tug him upright, apparently rocketing him into action because he whips both tees onto your floor and wraps his arms around you to scoot you closer. Right up against his chest where you swear to God you feel his steadily ebbing heartbeat against your ribcage. He shivers when you rest one hand on the side of his neck and the other against his chest, sliding your thumb back and forth. And cocking an eyebrow. And looking down. At his full-on chest of rough, dark brown hair.

“Woah there, heartthrob. What’s next, the Magnum P.I. ‘stache?”

“God,” Steve whines, rolling his eyes and pressing his open palm to your bewildered face as he bounces back into your pillow with a thud. “Can you not tease me about this one thing?”

Your face scrunches into a little smile and you hold his wrist to press a wet kiss to the plump and worn skin of his hand.

“‘M not complaining, Harrington.” So he tenses when you lean down, your bright eyes flicking up to his, but he’s too busy running his hands over his face to watch you dip your tongue against the warmth of his lower belly. Barely grazing the tip of his happy trail and sucking at the awfully tender spot, leaving a soft pink bruise next to his belly button.

“I like it,” you whisper against his navel. So busy exploring the soft skin, you forget he’s completely red in the face. Embarrassed and in-love and rapidly discovering the two aren’t so different, after all. Discovering he wouldn’t have it any other way. He’s halfway to sweating himself dry, and you’ve got not a care feeling over each rib and dip and making him irrational with his own bones. He bites back a laugh and runs his fingers over your hair because he loves you.

And each of your wet bites makes him antsy and gives him a solid sense of longing once your mouth picks up. His blunt nails scrunch the hair at the back of your neck and he bucks his hips. You slip your hand up his chest and whisper simple nothings against the buzzing column of his throat.

Then you sit up with this stupidly coquettish charm and make him want to explode.

“Jesus!” Steve wheezes. You settle into his lap and lean down to nip just below his ear, leaving him starry-eyed and officially tethered right here between your thighs.

“Get a grip, Harrington, ‘s only been a couple’a months.”

He groans with his hands firm on your hips, and nevertheless smiling just a tad despite himself. “‘It’s only been a couple’a months,’ says the nympho who totally jumped me the second I walked in. Who’s gonna buy me a week’s worth of turtlenecks?”

He’s manic in all the right ways, and deep down, you both know how cute he looks riled up like this. Feathers ruffled and undeniably proud that his little speech went off without a hitch. You slide your fingerpad over the hickey above his collarbone because, goddamnit, he looks good with traces of you pinched into his skin. He could keep you in a glass jar like a fiery bug with torn wings until you molded over, and you’d be all the better for it.

“No?” he says with that cocky smirk spread across his pretty mug. His tell. That’s his hand. And God, could he still make you fold. Even with a royal flush, you’d fold, just to know you know. He’s a real handsome bluffer.

“You’d look cute in a turtleneck—”

He wants to be so mad. You’ve cursed him. Left yourself over on his body and forced him to remember, remember, remember. But he just can’t. Not when you’re so kissable looking down at him like he’s everything.

So, he sits up and kisses you. Like he’s furious, but the only fever he’s got is the one that shares your name. Keeps him on bedrest and cracks his thermometers and looks so pretty all the goddamn time. He kisses you like if you were standing, all you could do is melt into him and trust. That kind of weight is forever his to grin and bear proudly. His mouth is strong and full of fervor and secrets both shared and whispered. But he could go mute, and you’d still love him all the same.

“Selleck,” you mumble into the wet heat of his mouth, cupping the nape of his neck and tilting your head to get at him. To taste deeper into his mouth since he quit cigarettes for you. Since he let himself be boyish and ambery in the pocket of his cheeks.

“Hmm?” He pulls away, wild and messy and wiping saliva from his bottom lip.

“Steve.”

“Ah. Sure,” he mumbles, winking at you with his mouth back against the soft of yours because there’s no sweeter comfort than this. His dream of you doesn’t come close, and he almost wishes you would tease him for thinking chest hair would make him better. Prove he’s older now, responsible and man and worth something. Oh, you’d scold him for that big time between the only praises he’ll actually digest in his life.

He takes you down with him against his body against your gentle mattress, his hands undressing you while your own ruck the jeans to his knees and let him kick the denim away. And you both know, just like this, grinding down with much else but his soft, cotton boxers between could end this much sooner than intended. So when you settle both hands beside his head and move in a sly circle, he huffs out across the corner of your mouth.

His big hands bring you forward-back with his eyes fluttered shut and his mouth only open enough for you to peck his lips. Enough to tilt his jaw wider and let you in. He’s taut against you, pressing harder against your thigh with each aching grind.

“You’re killin’ me, baby,” he mumbles, eyes still shut, hands still grasping down your hips and at your thighs.

“Don’t throw a fit just yet, Selleck.”

“That’s never going away, is it?”

“Nope!”

You peck his slack chin and snake your hand back to pump his cock over the boxers. His breath hitches behind his teeth, which is why you don’t take your time slipping him into you and sliding down pretty with your back arched.

He hisses and digs his fingertips into your ass before letting out that first sigh when you lift your hips. And he wonders how he ever forgot that feeling. Good and warm and living up to his every expectation with one stroke. And if he opens his eyes now, he knows he’ll be done for because of course you’ll look beautiful and already so blissfully undone. Because one kiss can do that to you, too.

Which is why you hide your face in the crook of his neck while rolling your hips, gracing his hot skin with careful puffs of air. Until he hears your tentative ‘missed you’ and ‘sweet boy’ and ‘more than anything’ and suddenly he’s crumbling and wrapping his arms tighter around your delicate frame.

A low moan stutters out from his open mouth but he can’t be embarrassed with you breathing terms of endearment into him like life with every slow thrust. Every ‘baby’, ‘handsome’, ‘everything’, is a testament to his ego. You swell him up until he’s sure of himself and so cocky it’s a crime. Until he’s fucking up into you, sweating like mad, your hands barely able to push his hair out of his face because he’s sliding you back and forth like some self-assured stud. Well, your self-assured stud.

You paw at his chest and sit up to ride him, panting with your head back and singing butterscotch-sweet praises with the mouth of a sailor. His lifts his leg against your ass and you reach behind to grab his knee. Your brows knitting, you jolt slightly and slide down, wringing his cock while your tender muscles twitch, thighs just begging to choke his sides.

Steve sighs through his nose with a heady moan when you whine softly and flop beside him on the bed. He’s breathless and heaving and so glad there’s something stopping him from plummeting. Even if he did he’d be so satisfied knowing he’s yours over everything. You open your eyes and wipe the back of your hand at your damp forehead.

“Somebody enjoyed the space,” he simpers, holding the side of your face and pulling you in for a sweet peck. You cup his knuckles and kiss his palm, and he may never catch his breath if you keep it up. But maybe he’d be okay. After all, he’s braved worse than your pout.

“Never again, Selleck.”

“Deal.”

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summary: baking with Niko and then attending AJ’s party where he goes crazy, leading to a not so pleasant morning

warnings: alcohol, language, kissing (?)

word count: 3.3k

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"Give me that!" You screeched, hurling yourself at Niko.

"OW!" He wailed through his infinite laughter, holding up the bag of flour which was obviously out of your reach.

You strained as you gripped into him from the back, legs wrapped around his waist and arms painfully pushing onto his shoulders.

"Give. It." You swatted at his raised arm in attempt to get the flour "OMILANA!" You roared into his ear, causing him to flinch in pain, relaxing his arm, allowing you to snatch the bag and land perfectly on your feet.

"You are crazy." Niko rubbed his ear as he eyed your proud face.

"You're a disappointment." You comment, trying your best to hold a serious face.

"And you're short." He responds bluntly, making you spill out in giggles which contagiously got to him. The two of you laugh, mutually staring and resulting in harder laughter because of how ridiculously funny you both looked while doing it.

"Oh my god," you wheeze grabbing onto the table "I can't breathe."

Niko replies with a series of coughs before taking in a sharp breathe and calming down.

"Your face," he shakes his head, without evaluating exactly what 'your face'.

"Alright," you sniff before reading the instructions off your phone. "Add the flour to the mixture."

Niko takes the bowl of your previously mixed ingredients and places it in front of you, pointing at it.

"What?" You eye him "Give me the measuring cup!" You say aggressively.

"I was supposed to be chef. Why are you giving me orders!? You can't even bake!"

You scoff "And you can!?"

"Yes!"

"No!"

He groans and obediently goes to find a clean measuring cup while you continued to read the instructions.

"Wait." Niko pauses with the measuring cup in hand "Can Muslims have dairy?"

You freeze and look up at him. And then your expression changes as you furrow your eyebrows "You're the one who was friends with him for like five years, genius."

"I forgot." Niko says innocently as his eyebrows knit on his forehead.

"Aj probably should reconsider inviting you over after that statement." You open google and read aloud "Milk, cheese, yogurt and butter can all be eaten."

Niko let's out a genuine sigh and hands you the measuring cup.

You take the packet of flour and rip it open, making a small cloud of white burst.

"You're gonna make a mess!" Niko shouted out playfully, grabbing your shoulders and pretending to be bothered.

"This?" You look at him "A mess?"

He blinked.

"I'll show you a mess."

Niko didn't even have a second to say 'no I'm sorry I was just playing' when he felt your hands rubbing all over his face, smudging a chalky texture onto his cheeks.

"Oh no." You said extra sarcastically "A mess!" And then went back to measuring out the ingredients. Niko stood behind you in pure shock. Eyebrows up and mouth wide open. He couldn't tell if you were playing, like him, or if he just genuinely managed to piss you off.

"Hey what the-ACHOO!"

"Niko!" You exclaim "You're gonna get AJ sick!" Suppressing giggles, but still managing to sound serious.

Niko rubbed his face, forgetting he was completely covered in flour and getting some into his eyes.

You were just about to make fun of him and his friendship with AJ when you noticed Niko struggling to blink as he tried to get the flour off in distress.

"Ow." He commented simply, not being able to open his eyes because of how badly it stung.

"Oh my god." You say in mom-tone and grab his elbow, leading him to the kitchen sink.

"Lean down you, lamppost." You pull him down by his collar and turn on the tap, rinsing your hands before beginning to wipe his powdery face.

Niko couldn’t help but struggle to fight the need to rub his eyes.

"Ow it actually hurts." He says, furrowing his eyebrows and wincing from the discomfort, screwing his eyes shut even more.

He reaches for his face but you swat away his hands.

"Just wait." You state, wiping his face and moving onto his eyes. You really did feel like a mom in the moment, busily swiping at his eyes and trying to get all the flour out.

"Idiot." You comment as Niko finally manages to open his right eye.

"You're the one who put flower on my face!" He declares as you continue to mama him.

"Yeah well you could've thought a little before rubbing it in your eyes." You swipe away the remaining flour with your thumb and proceed to wash your hands.

"Thank you." Niko bats his eyes open, making sure he's comfortable with blinking again.

You hum in response and pat his shoulder, walking past him and back to the cake mixture.

He watches you work with the batter as you pour in the flower and start to mix.

You glance at him.

"What the hell are you staring it?" You huff as you struggle to stir the thick mixture that developed annoying pieces of flour inside.

"You know you should start cooking more." He crosses his arms as a smile crawls onto his face.

You raise a brow not knowing what he was implying.

"You look good doing it."

You roll your eyes, but fail to cover up the grin that came with that compliment. Niko notices your positive response and swiftly spins behind you, leaning over and wrapping his hand around your waist, resting his chin on the top of your head, his favorite position to be in no matter where.

"Niko." You say sternly, still trying your best to mix the batter.

"Hm?" He almost purrs in response.

"Wrong. Time."

"I don't know what you're talking about." You feel him shrug behind you, making you let out a sigh.

This man, you thought.

"If you help me with this," you put down the spatula and turn to face him, still trapped in his embrace "Maybe," you wrapped your hands around his neck "While the cake is baking," you brought his face down to yours, inches away "We can kill some time." Your lips lightly brush against his as you practically whisper the last few words.

Niko swallows as his eyes widen in response to your siren ones.

And obviously you got him to do it. While you began getting ready for Aj's party, Niko fussed over the cake. First with the food coloring and then with the oven.

"How's it going?" You walk into the kitchen, noticing Niko kneeled down in front of the oven as he spun the little wheels.

"I can't seem to-" his words paused for a split second seeing you in a towel with your wet hair slightly resting over your face "I don't know what." He made no sense, but you came over to help as he pointed to the oven.

You had managed to turn it on with ease as Niko watched you, not knowing wether to be fascinated by your ability to turn on the oven or him.

"40 minutes." You state as the oven emits a satisfying 'bling'. The two of you stand up and only then do you notice Niko's apron.

You giggle "You really went all in didn't you?"

He shrugged looking away shyly.

You smirk and reach around his waist to untie the bow in the back, pressing your body dangerously close to his. Niko's lips slightly part in shock at the close contact, giving you a chance to pull him down with your hands around his neck and slip your tongue in.

As your tongue worked around the inside of his lips and against his own, you caught onto a familiar sweet taste. You pulled away from the kiss, leaving Niko confused.

You licked your lips "And exactly how much batter did you eat, mister?"

He smiled, as innocently as he could "I had to make sure it was ok for AJ to eat." He tried to justify his actions.

You roll your eyes, hiding a chuckle.

"Can we maybe," Niko motioned with his hand from you to him "Continue?"

You suppress a smile before taking his hand and heading up the stairs to your room.

DING!

Niko groans tightening his grip on you laying next to him “Can we just not go?” He says lazily, nuzzling into your temple as you chuckle.

It was nice and cozy under the covers, with Niko additionally keeping you warm with his bare arms. You sigh patting his shoulder, truth be told you were just as lazy as Niko, but you needed to get up before the cake burnt and all your efforts went to waste.

You just started to shuffle in your position to sit up, when Niko stopped you.

“Nooo,” he whined pulling you in closer to him.

“Niko.” You shake your head with a smile on your face “Cmon.” You look up at him, seeing his big brown eyes staring at you, half open.

You smirk placing a small kiss on his lips making him pull an even more distressed face, hinting at the fact that he still didnt want to get up.

“Cmon cmon cmon,” you use all your strength to sit up and pull him up along with you.

He falls onto you, dramatically closing his eyes and making an ‘im dead’ sound.

You laugh bringing your hand up to his naked back and patting it “Get up, giant.” You manage to slip out from under him and grab his shirt from the floor, which was thrown in a fit of passion half an hour ago.

“Hey!” He calls out as he notices you leave with nothing but his shirt on. “My shirt.” He mumbles, getting up from the bed.

Fast forward to the two of you almost ready and decorating the cake.

“CAREFUL!” You hiss at Niko as his hand shakes while squeezing out a letter ‘H’ onto the cake.

“You shush.” He says in hushed tones as he concentrates. You watch him finish the letters ‘HBD’ and move onto ‘AJ’.

Despite your constant displeased comments about how wonky the letters were, the final result looked rather good.

“Cold.” Niko grins looking at the masterpiece he created. You nod “That’s actually not bad.”

The two of you stare at the cake.

“I think he’s gonna like it.” You put your arm around Niko, not taking your eyes off the cake.

“We need to get the other gift.” Niko referred to AJ’s ‘dream’ watch that the two of you had bought together.

“It’s in my room. When’s George gonna pick us up?”

“In twenty.” Niko said, looking at his phone.

“TWENTY!?” You exclaim.

“Yeah what’s up?” Niko furrows his eyebrows “I thought you were ready?” He takes a step back and looks you up and down, focusing on the beautiful black dress that you were wearing.

“I gotta do my makeup.” Makeup was an overstatement, for the last few weeks you’d just do something that would make you look more alive. Like curling your lashes at least.

“Makeup?” Niko repeated “You look amazing I thought you already did everything.”

“Aw tha-Wait.”

“I mean you always look amazing-”

You purse your lips and raise a brow.

He smiles showing his teeth, not knowing how to improve the situation.

“I gotta go. Can I trust you to carefully package the cake?”

Niko looks at the cake and then at you. Then at the cake. “Yes?”

You roll your eyes “Just please be careful.” And with that you hurry to your room to finish getting ready.

“Alright.” Niko turns to the cake, hyping himself up “Let’s pack you up.”

In an hour you were already in George’s car and driving towards the outskirts of London.

More specifically Essex, where AJ had rented a cottage at a resort to celebrate his birthday.

It had been a while since your last big party, and this was the first time you would be going as non-single, which was a little worrying considering the fact that you were crazy when drunk.

Despite AJ being a Muslim and not drinking, he did mention that there was going to be alcohol. You knew Niko didn’t drink and neither did George, so you were extra safe if things were to go left.

“We’re here.” George parked in a dark grassy spot. From the window you could see a small house practically in the middle of nowhere.

You got out of the car and stretched, yawning.

“Already tired?” George chuckled, walking over to the trunk and pushing it open.

“Yeah.” You say, taking the white box that he handed you, which had your cake inside.

“I got the watch.” Niko called out from the other side of the car.

George shut the trunk and turned off the car as the three of you began walking towards the cottage.

“What did you get him?” You noticed a red bag in George’s hand.

“A watch holder.” He glanced at Niko who was smiling.

“Did you tell him about the watch?” You turned to Niko.

“Obviously.”

“Well that is genius.” You nodded, impressed by the creativity and practicality.

“I know.” George grinned proudly.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“You think everyone’s already here?” You ask.

“It’s a little quiet for everyone to be here.” Niko replies. Suddenly you hear the lock click and the door opened, revealing AJ with the biggest smile in the world.

“Happy Birthday!” The three of you shout in unison.

“Ayeee,” Aj claps before stepping aside “Come in, come in.” He urges.

“Heyy,” you say, hugging Aj hello and handing him the gift.

“Oh what’s this?” He looks at the white box.

“It’s-”

“Don’t tell him, he’s gotta open it.” Niko nudged you before you could spoil the surprise.

“Oh right, right.” AJ nods taking the box.

“Thank you so much. You guys, come into the kitchen.”

“It’s so empty.” Niko notices as you all follow Aj.

You turn the corner and instantly get greeted with a couple of cheers.

“More people!”

You see Filly, Sharky, Kenny and Harry Pinero huddled around the table, along with some Beta Squad crew members.

“Oh my gosh!” Niko laughs excitedly “Harry!”

You giggle at Niko’s reaction as he puts down the gift and goes around the table to greet everyone. After a full round of hugging and fist bumps, he returns to your side to witness Aj’s reaction to the gift.

“You gotta start with this one.” You point to the white box.

“Alright.” AJ pulls the box over.

“CAREFUL!” You and Niko both yell, visibly tensing up.

Everyone starts laughing while you and Niko exchange worried glances.

“Okay, okay.” AJ says, and carefully finds the opening of the box. As he lifts up the top his face lights up “Oh it’s a cake!”

He observes it “You guys made it yourselves?”

“Yep, from scratch. She made me do it.” Niko pokes your shoulder making everyone chuckle.

“Wow it looks great! I bet it tastes good too.”

“Yeah Niko’ll tell you, he had like all the batter yeah?” You look up at your boyfriend and nudge him, earning an innocent smile.

“I can assure you it is good.”

Niko then moves the little white bag with the watch in it towards AJ.

“Do I have to be careful with this one too?”

“Well, you will when you open it.” You say as AJ takes out a black box.

“Oh my god.” He puts it down and brings his hands up to his face “Is this what I think it is?”

You shrug mysteriously, but Niko’s giving it all away by his warm wide smile.

“No way.” AJ looks back down at the box before cautiously opening it. An instant excited scream is heard as he finally does.

“No way!” He holds his face in shock.

“Happy Birthday, from both of us.” Niko pulls you closer to him.

“Thank you guys.” AJ waddles over, pulling both of you into an affectionate hug.

“Have a good one, Aje.” Niko pats AJ’s back.

After that, people started flooding in fast, people you knew like Chunkz and Darkest and people you didn’t. It started to get chaotic after Johnny showed up with three boxes of wine and a ton of champagne.

The music was booming and everyone was either dancing, talking or drinking. You were in a corner with Johnny and Mariam talking about their work at Footasylum while sipping your third glass of champagne.

“Where’s Niko?” You suddenly say, looking around the room. Mariam shrugs.

“You gonna look for him?” Johnny asked raising his eyebrows and taking a sip form his glass.

“Should I?”

“Nah he’s fine.” He sways his hand.

“Alright.” You turn back to the table and continue the conversation.

An hour later you were practically dozing off on the stairs, barely holding onto your glass of wine, when suddenly Kenny’s loud voice near your ear made you jolt up.

“How are you asleep!? Have you seen the state Niko is in?”

You go to rub your eyes, but remember that you have eyeliner on and instead try your best to blink yourself awake.

“What?” You mumble.

“Niko’s drunk!” Kenny yells over the music.

Your eyes shoot open “What!?”

“He’s dancing like mad.” You could see Kenny barely holding himself together.

“Get your phone out.” You order, standing up and finishing what was in your glass, before putting it aside on one of the tables in the living room.

Kenny leads you to another spacious room, in which everyone was jumping up and down, acting drunk and crazy.

“There.” You see him point to one section of the crowd that was full of familiar faces. Chunkz, AJ and Sharky all watched Niko doing some sort of spin.

Your mouth drops open, you’re tipsy yourself but that still surprises the living cells out of you. You could already picture Niko’s face the next morning when he sees all the videos of him, while throwing up into the toilet and claiming that he’ll never drink again.

“Kenny.” You clumsily grasp onto his arm “You have to film everything.”

He laughs and shrugs, but ends up nodding too. The two of you make your way through the people and you manage to get yourself in between Chunkz and AJ.

“That’s your boyfriend.” Chunkz clarifies pointing at Niko.

“This is the best Birthday ever.” AJ says, holding up his phone.

“BLEUUGHHH!”

You purse your lips and pat Niko’s back. Just how you predicted.

“Oh my god.” He props his head up with the palm of his hand “Why are you not throwing up?!”

You shrug “More tolerant?”

Niko was about to argue, but before he could do that his head was back in the toilet bowl.

“Yep.” You nod “Get it all out.” You stroke his back as you sit beside him on a small stool.

He brings his head up, emitting heavy and exhausted breathes.

“Water?” You offer him a bottle.

He looks up at you with slightly red eyes and observes the bottle in your hands, before taking it and finishing half.

“You good?” You squeeze his shoulder.

He nods, getting up and flushing the toilet.

“Wait till you see the videos.” You grin as he turns on the tap.

“The what!?” He quizzes before splashing cold water onto his face.

“I didn’t know you were a dancer.” You say playfully.

“Oh god.” His eyebrows knit as he closes his eyes in exhaustion.

“Come on.” You wrap your hand around his waist and lead him to your bed.

He collapses onto it and let’s out a heavy sigh.

“I would feel bad for you, but you did bring this upon yourself.”

“I didn’t say that when you were throwing up everywhere.” He says, a little hurt.

“When was that?”

“Oh don’t pretend you don’t remember.” He crawls up the bed and gets under the covers, facing his back to you.

You frown “Okayy, I do feel bad for you.”

“Uhuh.” He says dryly.

You lay down beside him, shuffling closer and hugging him from the back, making him the little big spoon.

He takes your hand into his and sighs in defeat.

“Love you.” You grin.

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