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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 11 months
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Family ✨
Summary; You're the nanny to Eddie's adorable little boy Kit, Feelings have grown between Eddie and you despite him being your employer.
Throw in ex-wife drama, nights spent in Eddie's arms and your love for him growing stronger every day and it's all a big mess.
Eddie is 40, the reader is in her 20's
Warnings; Older Eddie, Nanny reader, fluff, a little bit of Smut, 18+ Minors dni, bitchy ex-wife, feelings of not being good enough. More fluff.
Part 2 is in the making if my readers want it, featuring a heavily pregnant reader waiting to give birth, anxious, overprotective Eddie and Kit excited to be a big brother to his baby sister ❤️
I don't give anyone permission to copy, reuse or repost my work.
If you enjoyed this pls consider liking, reblogging, etc. ❤️✨
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Eddie Munson was the sexiest man you had ever met.
He was also the most unattainable, your little crush on him was kept under wraps for most part.
You were the nanny to the sweet boy he had adopted three years ago called Kit and for the first year of your employment Eddie was married.
The marriage was... It was unhappy and hanging on by a thread, it was like Eddie and Ivy barely knew much about each other at all.
Turns out that a three-month relationship and a drunk elopement in Vegas summed up the length of the two of them being together.
When you heard the two of them argue, Eddie trying his best to hide it but Ivy wanting everyone to hear their fights) you would distract Kit, a trip to the park, the zoo or painting in the garden.
You didn't like Ivy one bit, she was rude and demeaning to you if Eddie wasn't around, and threatened to fire you if you talked back or told Eddie.
She called you names and treated Kit like he was an afterthought, knew all about your crush on Eddie and told you he would never date you in a million years. You hated the woman.
Fortunately, Eddie's friend Nancy and her husband Steve had no qualms about informing Eddie what a bitch Ivy was.
For the most part you were strictly professional with Eddie but it was getting harder to maintain that professionalism.
Especially when he started giving signs that he was enamoured with you too.
His divorce from his wife was raging on in the background but it was hard to notice when Eddie gave you long lingering stares, touches that went on for longer than usual.
Even before the divorce, he was gentle and sweet with you, always making sure you were okay, his big brown eyes full of concern.
He was protective of you, when Ivy's barbs had gotten to you badly one time you had decided to date to try and forget Eddie.
For some reason, Eddie disliked your date Tom from the minute they met. His overprotectiveness went into overdrive and he was always super tense when Tom was around.
He wasn't jealous, that was wishful thinking you told yourself, however, you were starting to rethink that.
There was tension in the air that grew stronger and stronger every day and over three weeks ago, it had exploded into a night of mind-blowing sex.
Eddie made the first move and it was the incredible.
Since then the two of you would steal time together, moments in the shower, Eddie sneaking you into his bedroom at night, long hours together if Kit was with Wayne or Steve and Nancy.
Sometimes you would spend hours talking and you found yourself falling even deeper for him, he was soft with you, tender at times and it made you wonder if he felt the same.
He opened up to you about his relationship with Ivy, how it was fine at first but like most of his relationships there was little emotional connections or feelings and it made him feel empty.
The marriage was a drunken mistake but Ivy would blackmail her way into Eddie staying with her.
The divorce finally happening was cathartic for him.
Even though the nights you spent with Eddie were amazing it was little moments, talking all night, learning about each other more, hanging out together with Kit in tow that you enjoyed so much.
It's those nights when you fell even deeper for Eddie.
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Kit was excited, he was happily telling you all about him and Uncle Wayne's big plans for their weekend together.
"Uncle Wayne, says we can have popcorn, hot chocolate and a movie night" He's delighted at this.
When Wayne comes to pick him up he's excitedly talking about which movies they can watch.
Wayne gives you a big smile as Kit rushes over to hug you goodbye and then hurries over to Eddie.
"Daddy, can I take my guitar?" the guitar was a little thing and pride and joy of Kit, he was like his daddy with how much he loved his guitar.
Watching them play together, Eddie patiently teaching his boy how to play was the sweetest thing you had ever seen.
When Kit and Wayne leave it's just you and Eddie and he wastes no time pulling you into his arms and kissing you.
"Fuck, I've been waiting all day to do this" he moans and trails his lips over to your neck.
The worries that you've been feeling fade away as you unbutton his shirt, hands trailing over his lean, muscular arms, his tattoos.
With one more kiss, he takes your hand and leads you upstairs.
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The divorce had been finalised and Ivy had let her self over to the house to pick up the rest of her things.
Seeing her wasn't exactly the highlight of your day but you just wanted to get this over with.
Eddie was at work and you were busy writing for the paper you worked for in your downtime, so you hoped this was over quickly.
The pinched look on her face and sneer was enough to cause the bits of self esteem you built to plummet to the ground.
"Where's the brat?" she snaps and you glare at her, god you despised this woman.
"Kit isn't a brat. He's a wonderful little boy and I pity you that you can't see that. He's napping just now, so keep your voice down"
Ivy smirks. "Aww is the hired help giving orders now? You think you're some big shot because Eddie is fucking you?" she points to the hickey on your neck that your concealer didn't quite cover up.
"Why don't you get your stuff and get out of here" you suggest annoyed.
"Don't worry, I don't want to spend one more second in here. Just telling you a few home truths since your too naive to see it. You're just a convenient fuck to Eddie darling, I mean fucking the nanny? Cliche much?"
The words hurt but you try not to let it show, Ivy is like a shark when it senses blood and she goes in for the kill.
"You're a stupid girl, you think you mean anything more to Eddie? That he won't want to do better? Does he show you off to everyone? Does anyone know about you? No. Because he's embarrassed sweetie. You're a dirty little secret"
Ivy picks up her bag with a smirk on her face.
"Can't tell you how glad I am to get out of this mess" she says as she leaves and you shut the door fuming but with a sinking feeling that she's right.
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You're quiet, too quiet over dinner and Eddie notices this. He also notices when you retire to bed early and barely look his way.
Hiding the fact that you're heartbroken is hard, hiding the fact that you cried yourself to sleep over Ivy's mostly accurate description of you and Eddie is even harder.
You felt like an idiot for hoping Eddie might fall in love with you too and you knew you deserved better than being a dirty little secret.
It's hard to avoid Eddie though because once he's home from work and Kit is in bed avoiding him is impossible.
Hearing him read to Kit, doing different voices and acting out scenes makes you smile. The two of them completely own your heart, you love watching them together.
The ache in your heart grows and you startle out of your thoughts as Eddie comes out of Kit's room.
"You've been avoiding me, sweetheart?" Eddie murmurs and it actually sounds like he's pained by this.
"Why does it bother you? We're just sex, aren't we? You're embarrassed by us and that's why we hide this because it doesn't mean anything to you" you murmur.
Eddie's eyes widen. "Where the hell is this coming from?" you shrug.
"Doesn't matter. It's true isn't it?" Before he can say anything else, Kit asks for some water and you rush downstairs to get him some.
Avoiding the inevitable of Eddie telling you he doesn't feel the same.
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Turns out though that Eddie doesn't want to leave it like that and once you've got Kit water and wished him goodnight, Eddie asks you speak to you.
"Hey, what's going on princess? You've been distant. Just tell me what's wrong please?" your lip wobbles as you remember Ivy's words.
"Ivy came around yesterday to collect her stuff. She was her usual wonderful self, said some things"
Eddie strokes your cheek tenderly, his eyes flashing.
"What things baby?" you rattle off the list of what she said and Eddie grows more and more irate.
"I'm so in love with you sweetheart. How do you not see that? I love you so much, I want my life to be with you" tears roll down your cheeks.
"Ivy said... what she said made me upset, put all those ideas in my head" Eddie swears.
"Bitch, fucking good riddance to her" he growls and gently kisses your forehead.
"She doesn't know anything, I love you, I adore you and in no way am I embarrassed by you. You're warm, funny, sweet, and beautiful. I'm so lucky, Kit and I are so lucky to have you in our life"
The anxiety eases and he sighs contentedly as you kiss.
"And really? You think no one knows? Why do you think Nancy, Steve and Uncle Wayne offer to babysit so much? They adore you. Let's go out to dinner tomorrow yeah? Me, you and Kit, as a family"
A family you beam and he kisses you again.
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luvhughes43 · 11 months
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because i liked a boy | jack hughes x reader
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summary: reader gets hate comments from her ex-boyfriend's fans, saying she's a homewrecker and a slut, all because of the fact that she dated jack hughes.
lyrics: "now i'm a homewrecker, i'm a slut, i got death threats filling up semi trucks, tell me who i am, guess i don't have a choice, all because i liked a boy"
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note: something short! also i am not shading olivia i love her!
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jackfan01 HOMEWRECKER!!!
jackhughes ❤️❤️
jackfan02 two hearts only? oh he hates her😭😭
jackfan03 ur such a slut like… broke a whole relationship up and for what?
jackfan04 i think they were already broken up tho? 
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jackfan05 SLUT! you’re so disgusting.
your dms were filled to the brim with death threats, people calling you names such as a slut and a homewrecker. all because you dated jack hughes… it was ridiculous. by the time your pictures started circling around the internet, blown up on tiktok and strewn across twitter, you and jack had already called it quits. You were only together for a few months, and that was a while ago. 
you sat on your couch trying to understand his fans' messages. you went through jacks instagram, and found nothing. so you turned to twitter, where you found out that jack and his new girlfriend had just broken up… and people were blaming you for it. it literally made no sense. apparently she was posting things on her insta that made it look like he cheated on her with you? you didn’t even know what the truth was at this point. all you knew was that people were very angry at you about a situation you didn’t have any part in.
a few days went by and the rumours were still circling. people were going absolutely crazy in your dms, and you debated reaching out to jack so he could get his “fans” under control but you knew he wouldn’t. it wasn’t his fault either though! how was he supposed to get people to stop sending threats? asking for kindness never works.  so you vowed to not to post anything on social media for a few weeks, slowly watching the threats and name calling trickle down as the days went by.
finally after everything had settled, you decided to finally post something to break your silence. the whole thing was so ridiculous that you’d laugh if you weren’t a little concerned over some of the threats.
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wrenreid · 1 year
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Do you take requests? I had a prompt to send in, but I wasn’t sure. I saw a fic for another fandom where the guy was having wet dreams in bed with y/n female reader and I thought it would be a great smut Spencer friends-to-lovers story. ❤️
Wildest Dreams
I haven’t before, but I’d love to take requests! Thank you:)
synopsis: Spencer Reid has a wet dream about his good friend and coworker. He’s highly embarrassed from where his unconscious mind wandered, so he avoids her. That is until she forces him to tell her what happened. When he does, her reaction is not what he expected. Had to add some angst because it’s who I am. Hope you like this! i hate my smut
content: 18+ MDNI, oral (m and f receiving), penetration
The team piles onto the jet after a long case. All of your faces read tired, especially Spencer’s. He plops down on the couch, something he has practically claimed as his own.
“Mind if I join you?” You ask him. “Can’t sleep on the seats.”
He scoots over, allowing space for you. Gratefully you sit down next to him, leaning your body the opposite way of his onto the arm of the couch.
Both of you are dead asleep within twenty minutes, which is highly unusual given your records of mild insomnia.
The two of you sleeping in such close proximity isn’t strange at all like one might think. You’ve been friends since you joined the BAU two years ago.
You started out as an assistant of sorts. You were still in the academy, but you were given the opportunity to work on real cases, just not in the field.
Spencer and you clicked that week since he was the only agent, other than the talented Penny Garcia, that you spent the most time with. He was off the field due to his injury from getting shot in the leg.
Watching his mind work was fascinating. It seemed like he knew everything, and honestly he kind of does. He taught you a lot that week, showing you how to apply all of the psychology and people-reading you’d learned in the academy. Being in the BAU with him was more beneficial than your classes at the academy.
You’re woken up to the sound of your own name. It’s coming from Spencer’s lips. He’s still asleep. You wake him up, worried he’s having another nightmare.
“Reid,” you say softly to not wake up the others. “Spencer. Hey, I’m right here.”
He stirs awake from your gentle shaking, his face beat red. “Y/n?” He sounds like he’s still partially asleep.
“Are you okay?” You ask him, voice still in a whisper. “Did you have another bad dream?”
Spencer shakes his head. Then he nods. He seems confused. Embarrassed.
“It’s okay. It wasn’t real,” you comfort him, patting his knee gently.
He pulls the blanket over his lap more, causing you to move your hand. “I know,” he sighs, nodding.
“We should be landing soon,” you say. “Maybe you’ll get better rest at home.”
Spencer shrugs slightly and turns his face away from you. You don’t take it to heart. You know how these dreams can be for him. Real. Terrifying. You know because you have them too.
When the plane touches ground and comes to a stop, all of you get off the plane gratefully. It’s late. Nearly 2 in the morning. Hotch tells everyone to get home safely.
“Do you want a ride?” You ask Spencer once both of you have your bags situated.
“I’ll just get a cab,” he tells you quickly.
“Really, it’s no problem,” you say, “It’s late.”
“It’s fine, Y/n.”
His voice has been clipped and distant for the last half hour. Why is he acting this way? It couldn’t have been something you did because you don’t remember doing anything.
Instead of fighting him on whatever it is that’s up his ass right now, you nod and walk to your car.
The two of you take turns driving sometimes. It saves gas money and allows you company on the 40ish minute drive from your neighborhood in D.C. to Quantico. You don’t live too far away from each other, only an 11 minute drive. It would’ve been no problem to take him home. But he opted for alone time. You guess you can’t blame him.
“Are you going out with us tonight?” You question your friend, rolling your chair to his desk.
“I don’t think so,” Spencer answers quickly.
“Why not? We haven’t had a team outing in ages. Let loose, Reid.”
“Y/n,” he warns.
“Fine,” you huff, rolling your eyes. “Movie night then?”
“Movie night?”
“Yeah. Just you and me. That new horror movie is on HBO now,” you wiggle your eyebrows, knowing his love for horror can persuade him.
“I don’t know,” Spencer says, pressing his lips together. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“You don’t think what’s a good idea?” Your eyebrows raise.
The two of you have had movie nights multiple times in your two year friendship friendship.
“Just leave it alone, okay?” Spencer says, shrugging you off.
You don’t want to make a scene at work, so you roll your way back to your own desk and continue the paperwork from the last case.
Spencer has never acted this way toward you. Sure, he’s been secluded and reserved, but he’s never been one to shrug you off, to push you away.
Something is up. Something has made him close himself off. He can’t keep shutting you out like this, not without telling you why.
So after work, you try to catch him before he leaves. Unfortunately, Morgan decides to tell you and Emily a story, and Spencer slips out of the bullpen while you listen.
You’re a confrontational person. And your closest friend is avoiding you. This means one thing. You force him to tell you what’s up.
You knock on his door, not too loudly. He opens it after a few seconds.
“Y/n, what are you-?” He starts.
“What did I do?”
“What?” He huffs softly.
You fold your arms, standing in front of him with a serious face. “You’ve been avoiding me for days. I don’t know why, so tell me. What did I do to make you mad at me?”
Spencer’s face softens. “I’m not mad you.”
“Then why are you being so short with me? Why are you avoiding me? You’ve been a little bit of a dick.”
“I’m not avoiding you,” he says then pauses. “Okay, I’ve been avoiding you. But I’m done now. You’re right, it’s dickish.”
It’s always a little funny when Spencer curses. It never sounds natural.
“Why though?” You stay stern, needing to know what’s up with him.
“Come in,” he motions his head toward his living room.
You oblige, making your way to his couch. He sits beside you. You’ve been on this couch a thousand times together.
“So?” You question.
“You’re really going to make me say it?”
“Yes, I am,” you tell him.
Spencer sighs. “When we were on the couch the other night on the jet, I had a dream…”
“Yeah, I know that,” you say.
“It was about you.”
“Did something bad happen?”
He shakes his head. “Well, it depends on what you think is bad. We were in bed together.”
A laugh bursts through you. “Wait, you’ve been avoiding me because you had a wet dream about me?”
“Don’t call it that,” he groans.
“That’s what it is!” You chuckle, a big grin on your face. “That’s no big deal, Spence. It happens to people all the time. You have no control over what your unconscious mind conjures up.”
“So you’ve had one?” He asks.
“No.”
The blood has rushed to his cheeks deeply. He’s embarrassed.
“I haven’t thought about you like that in my sleep,” you tell him. “But perhaps I have while awake.”
Spencer lifts his head off the back of the couch. His eyebrows are furrowed. “What?”
It’s your turn to blush. “Yeah. I mean, the thought has occurred a few times.”
“I don’t quite know how to respond to that,” he presses his lips together.
It’s cute when he does that. It’s nerdy and shy.
“You don’t have to,” you say softly. “I just wanted you to know you’re not in the wrong for having a dream about me.”
The two of you have absentmindedly inched closer to each other. Your hand rests on his leg.
“Are you about to kiss me?” You ask, looking into his brown eyes.
“Only if you want me to,” he says.
“Show me what we did in your dream,” you whisper in his ear.
What happens next is not something you ever thought you and Spencer would do. You weren’t lying when you said you’ve thought about it, but you never thought he would’ve felt the same.
Your lips make contact softly at first, but his neediness takes over and his mouth dominates yours.
You always thought Spencer would be more of a gentle lover, but it turns out he’s an all consuming powerhouse.
He pulls you onto his lap, his hands squeezing your thighs and ass. He’s grown into himself well in the past year, and he’s definitely gotten more confident. You like this side of Spencer. A lot.
He tells you to lift your arms up, and you obey the order, eager for him to do more. Your shirt comes off quickly and his hands leave your ass and grab your tits. He’s not too rough, but he’s definitely not gentle.
You smile down at him before connecting your lips to his neck, careful to leave your marks in places he could easily hide under his clothes.
“Was I on top or bottom in your dream?” You ask, voice low and raspy.
“Both,” he answers, fingers working on the buttons of your pants.
You slide off of him and shimmy out of your work pants. You stand before him in mix matched underwear. He doesn’t care that they’re different colors. He wants them gone.
He lifts his shirt above his head and tosses it to the ground. “We should take this to my room. There’s not much space on the couch.”
“Yes sir. Or should I say doctor?” You wiggle your eyebrows.
“Yes, yes you should,” he grins, obviously liking the use of his title on your lips.
He follows you into his bedroom. You’ve laid in his bed on late nights multiple times. But he never shared it with you. He must’ve been too scared his true feelings would come out at night like they did on the jet.
“Lay down,” he says softly.
“I thought I would do something for you first,” you say, pulling him in by the belt loop.
“No need, sweetheart.”
“But I want to,” you tell him.
He nods. “As you wish.”
After slipping down his pants, you position yourself on your knees. He hands you a pillow so you don’t get sore. That makes you smile.
You take just the tip at first after running your thumb along it. After getting use to the feeling of him in your mouth, your head bobs up and down on him. Spencer’s hands tug on your hair as he finishes in your mouth.
“Your turn,” he says with a smile, looking down at you.
“If you please, doctor.”
His mouth is on your clit in no time. His tongue and lips work magic, causing you to call out his name.
“God, Spencer,” you whine, your hands tangled in his hair. It’s much shorter than it was when you met him, it makes him look older. In a good way.
With a combination of his fingers inside you and mouth working on your bundle of nerves, your legs are shaking and you’re finishing.
Spencer hardly gives you time to catch your breath before his lips are on yours and he’s hovering above you. You don’t mind. You need him.
“Are you ready, darling?” He asks.
When you say yes, he slowly slips himself inside you. He gentle at first, giving you both time to adjust.
His thrusts gradually speed up, and the slow and gentle turns into fast and rough. The sounds of your heavy breaths and moans fill his bedroom.
“Fuck, Y/n,” he groans, hand on your neck.
“Don’t stop,” you breathe out, wrapping your legs around his torso.
It doesn’t take much longer for you both to be moaning loud and shaking once again. You clench around him as you come, causing his own finish to release from him.
You bask in the high of the adrenaline coursing through your body. The two of you breathe heavily, your hearts pounding.
“Wow,” you sigh, moving your hair out of your face. “So, was that as good as your dream?”
“Much better,” Spencer says, rubbing your cheekbone with his thumb gently.
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lajikookbolala · 7 months
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I want to take a moment to thank an incredible YouTube channel, Wonsummernight. But first, let me explain why.
This story takes place about two years ago. It was summer of 2021. It was hot out and I was spending my days inside, laying lazily on my couch and listening to music on my earbuds. Then, one day, by coincidence, I stumbled across a song called Butter, by the band BTS.
At first, I was a bit hesitant to like it. I didn't know much about BTS or K-pop in general other than the fact that the fans were hated on relentlessly. But, I decided to push that thought to the side, and I listened to the song, on repeat, for a few days.
On June 28th, 2021, I watched the Butter music video for the first time. And the second time. And the third time. And the fifth time.
I was absolutely hooked. That one shot of Jungkook singing the chorus with his purple hair was enough to make me swoon, and swoon I did.
I showed my friends, but none of them saw what I saw.
So, I continued on my BTS journey by myself. I started digging deeper into the fandom. I began with learning about each member; their names, their roles in the group, etc. Then, I began watching compilations of funny moments.
I was obsessed, and I needed to share my obsession with someone, but I knew nobody would understand. So, I showed some of these videos to one of my very best friends: my mom. And, of course, being an extremely smart woman, she was immediately hooked as well. We basically became fans at the same time, laughing and crying and yelling together about these seven amazing men and how much we both loved them.
Then, about a week after I first joined the fandom, I stumbled across a video on YouTube, a type of video I had never seen before.
A Taekook video.
Intrigued, I clicked, and not knowing much about the boys at this time, I believed the video. Even though it was absolute garbage, I wasn't used to seeing anything like this, so I thought everything in the video was true, even though it obviously wasn't. My mom, however, didn't get it. She didn't even understand what shipping was or why people did it.
That was until one day, about a month later, when my mom stumbled across a video on her own YouTube home page.
A Jikook video.
She tried to show me, saying that she had never seen any two people more in love in her life. I was extremely against it at first, but since she was my mother I eventually gave in.
I still remember the feeling I got when I first watched that video. It was somehow a physical manifestation of what I was thinking. It was as if my body was yelling; oh shit, I was completely wrong.
I forgot about that video, as I'd watched so many others since, but today I remembered it.
youtube
This was the video that first got me into Jikook.
For the last two years, I've been on an emotional rollercoaster. Being a Jkkr can sure be stressful, but the small moments of joy are what make the shipping worth it. The small moments like watching videos like these.
I hope anyone reading this takes a moment to go and watch some of this channel's videos. It's been an intense day, and we all definitely need a break from the drama.
And last but not least I want to thank two people: Wonsummernight, and my mom. The two people who helped me get into Jikook. I am extremely grateful to both of you.
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️☀️🌙
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May I request a Matt x f!reader where she has always been in love with Matt since childhood and she sees him kissing Karen and finds out they’re seeing each other based of the scene in 2x05 so after she starts to become distant starts seeing someone and it bothers and makes Matt jealous (he only went out with Karen to move on from the reader) you can decide how it ends❤️
ooo some angst I love it! spoiler alert- I had to give reader a happy ending, I couldn’t resist. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌
about time (matt x fem reader)
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You had just collected your takeout order from the restaurant, holding it under your arm as you lugged the door open to leave. Typical it’s raining. You were debating whether you wanted to hold off for a bit or just run home.
Deciding on the former, making your way back inside sitting at a booth by the window. Watching the raindrop race down the window, your gaze focuses on a couple on the other side of the street. Watching them in awe, having their cute little moment. You should’ve looked away, considering the fact that you are about to watch two random people kiss, but something in you tells you to keep looking. Is that? Matt and Karen?
Shifting in your seat to get a better look, you felt your stomach sink when you saw Matt brush his hand over Karen’s arm. You should’ve looked away. You really should’ve looked away. Because what happened next felt like a blunt knife slicing its way through your heart.
It felt like you had died a bit inside when they kissed, deciding to suck it up and walk home as you couldn’t watch it anymore.
Making your way out of the restaurant into the miserable rain, clutching your bags close as you slowly walked home in the rain.
//
A few weeks had passed since you saw Matt with Karen and you couldn’t bare to see them, nor Foggy. Watching the man you’ve loved since childhood kiss another woman is bound to leave a scar.
You had distanced yourself from them, only being able to answer a couple of their texts. You were just really hurt, you were happy for them. But were you? No, you weren’t. You really liked Karen, so you didn’t hate her, in fact, you could understand why she would like Matt. It just upset you to think about him with someone else.
You were walking down the street during your lunch break, pulling out your phone when you heard it ring. Foggy’s name lit up the screen. You felt guilty for not talking to him, you were great friends and none of this awkwardness was any of his fault. So you decided to answer.
“Hey, stranger, long time no speak.” Foggy cheerfully greets you.
“Hi Fog, I know, I’m sorry- just been really busy at work.” You lied.
“That have anything to do with Matt and Karen?” He asked, whispering their names.
Puffing out a “no.”
“Liar. I’m sorry kid.” He says sincerely. A few months ago, you finally told Foggy how you felt about Matt. He was ecstatic but you never really knew why. You just thought that it was maybe because he wants to see you both happy.
“It’s okay, I’m actually on my way for a quick coffee date with this guy I’ve been seeing- it’s actually opposite your office.” You said with false confidence.
“Really?” He replied unamused. “How’d you know him?”
“Tinder.” You simply responded.
He just sighed, it sounded like he was frustrated. “I don’t think you should.” Foggy says as if he’s missing out details.
“Why’s that? I mean- they seem happy together, I don’t want to get in the way.” You sadly smiled thinking of that possibility.
A stillness came from Foggy’s end, “…uh-.” Sounding as if he’s holding something back. In his moment of pause, you could hear another voice. It was Matt’s. ” Who are you talking to?” Which was followed by some rustling, a donk, puffs and some grunts.
Stupidly you replied “bye.” Which meant Matt was able to hear and notice your voice. You hear him say your name into the phone, so you panicked and ended the call.
Little did you know Matt was demanding answers about your whereabouts from Foggy. He finally got him to crack and tell him what was going on with you.
Looking sadly up at the Nelson and Murdock office room as you walked past, reminiscing about them all.
With your gaze locked up, you didn’t notice when you had bumped into someone. Immediately apologising. “I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going.” Shoulders become stiff when you realise who was standing in front.
You couldn’t pretend you didn’t see him, because he knows it’s you.
“Hi.” You meekly instigate.
“Hi, where have you been? I’ve missed you.” He gushes softly.
“Just been busy…” you replied moving to the side to let people walk past you.
Following your actions, instead walking you both a couple feet over towards the alleyway.
“Foggy told me everything, I made him tell me… so don’t hate him for it.”
Nodding slowly in response quietly saying “yeah.”
“I need to tell you something.” He says without hesitation.
“Okay…” Giving him the go-ahead.
“I don’t like Karen, romantically… we only saw each other because the people we actually want… we can’t be with.” He says smiling emphatically, hoping for you to hear him out.
“Uh- why?” You said slowly, brain unable to keep up.
“Karen likes Frank, but she can’t be with him- for obvious reasons.” Pausing to wryly chuckle. “And I… I want to be with you, because… I love you.”
Your heart practically did a flip and Matt noticed instantly, his lips tugging into a smirk. “Really?” You questioned, not quite sure it this was a dream or reality.
“Yes. I have since we were kids, but I could never tell you- I didn’t want to ruin our friendship… so I just never said anything. I mean, I did tell Foggy, but-“
Interrupting him when you brought him in for a tight embrace. Obviously, you wanted to kiss him, but you thought a hug would be more suiting for this current moment.
His arms wrap around you in a way that’s so different from all the other times he had hugged you. His shoulders actually relaxed this time, it was like a weight had been lifted from them. Like he was finally able to get to this moment with you.
“Cancel that date, I’m going to take you somewhere better.” Bending down to kiss your forehead. Maybe good things do come to those who wait, you just wished you didn’t have to wait this damn long. 
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*crawling on my hands and knees* YOU THINK I WOULD JUST TAKE THIS LOVELY COMPLIMENT AND NOT FUCK OFF FOR TWO WEEKS BEFORE RETURNING WITH A STORY?! That’s not how I do things. Apparently. Thank you so much for still being here @sweatywildpanda :,)
NGL I did struggle a bit with this request. It was my first in like a year and I had to get it perfect ya know? I hope it satisfies the angry Daryl that only gets angry because he doesn’t know how to love ❤️
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It had taken you a lot of quiet contemplation and reflection before you began to understand why Daryl only ever seemed to get mad. He didn’t get scared, or sad, or hopeful and excited. He got mad. All those years ago when you’d first met him, you thought he was just an asshole. Just a junkie, scumbag redneck asshole like his older brother. But maybe it was everybody else’s similar opinion of him they formulated the second they looked at him (you were guilty, too) that made you stop and think that, maybe, there was something deeper in those ocean blue eyes that always seemed to be smoldering with some sort of fury, ready to snap at any second.
No, he was not like Merle. Not at all. Merle didn’t really get too angry, for starters. He liked a challenge. He leapt at an opportunity to prove his dick was bigger than everybody else’s, eager and pugnacious, thick-skinned and apathetic with a smile on his face. When he withdrawaled, that rage — it was far different than his little brother’s. Merle hated the world and everybody in it, but accepted that long ago, and coped. He made sure he was happy, even at the expense of others. Not Daryl. No, he craved the love and acceptance of others, whether or not he even knew it. And he was fucking angry because, yeah, the world sucked. But Daryl wanted nothing more than to fix it, and have somebody just fucking thank him for it.
:(WHERES THE READMORE? WHY DIDNT IT WORK????):
Daryl is angry because he can’t help. He’s angry, because he thinks he should be better. Stronger. More resourceful. Smarter.
He’s angry because he failed you once, and he will never, ever fucking let that happen again.
He didn’t need to prove to you he wasn’t his brother. Not back then, and not now. Not as Merle’s voice echoed through the courtyard as he greeted your friends after so much time apart. Happy to see them, ironically only, though: he fucking won, after all. He survived — thrived, really — after they’d abandoned him to die, and now he was back, and he got his baby brother back, too. What more could he need to prove that he was doing just fine in this world?
“Where are you gonna go?” You asked Daryl, voice soft and level, already striving to prevent him from erupting and flipping what could very well be your last moments with him into a spitfire argument with nothing but heated exchanges and horrible names spat. “To Woodbury? You won’t… you’ll hate it there, Daryl.”
But, like he always did when he was trying to keep himself held together at the fraying seams, he chewed on his thumbnail anxiously, and merely shrugged.
“I dunno.”
“So you’re just going to give up this — this home we’ve built for ourselves?” You asked him incredulously. “The safety and security we finally have?”
“This place ain’t safe,” he argued, words sharp, as if that was the issue at hand.
“It’s got four walls, a roof, and a barbed wire fence,” you replied calmly. “It’s safer than just living out there. You know that — we did that.”
“ ‘m sure Merle has a plan.”
“And if he doesn’t?” You chanced a step closer to him and didn’t miss the way he stopped his incessant pacing, freezing in his tracks, and glancing over at you out of his peripheral, watching, waiting for your next move. You felt like you were encroaching a wild animal, waiting to step on a twig and scare him off.
“We’ll figure it out, then.”
“He’s going to get you killed.”
Maybe you two had gotten along from the start because it’s true when they say opposites attract — you were always level-headed and calm. You had to be, in the world before this, it was your livelihood. And who would have thought it would have helped you at all in this lifetime? But Daryl went from zero to a hundred in the blink of an eye, and all it took was the tiniest shove closer to the cliffs edge before he would leap off furiously to save himself from the hurt of having been pushed by somebody else. It needed to be on his terms, and no one else’s.
“That ain’t your fuckin’ problem!” He rounded on you threateningly, but you didn’t flinch. “Merle’s my brother, alright? He’s blood. That’s all we fuckin’ got left anymore. It counts for somethin, don’t it?”
You shrugged, bones tired and sore, shoving down the familiar feeling of pressure building up behind your eyes and spill out over your cheeks. You might as well have cried gasoline, the way tears did nothing but fuel Daryl’s fire once it started it’s raging path.
“I don’t know if it does, Daryl.” You were tired. Yeah, you got it. You were an only child, you would have loved a sibling. But at what cost? You envied Beth and Maggie and their relationship; you loved them both separately and you loved them both together. You never once felt anything but disgust toward Merle Dixon. “At what point does it stop mattering whether or not he’s blood, if all he does is torture you and treat you like shit? You’re loved here, D — doesn’t that count for something?”
“We can’t stay here,” he told you firmly. “Ain’t nobody here want his ass around.”
“Doesn’t that say anything to you?” Your voice was rising, but not with emotion, not yet. Shock. You knew he was stubborn, but holy fuck. “That your family here doesn’t trust him?”
“Y’all ain’t my family.”
“That’s bullshit, and you know it. Not after all we’ve been through.” You took another step toward him and kept your words rolling, not giving him a chance to get an argument in edgewise. “It doesn’t matter that we’re not blood. We want you here. We need you here.”
“I ain’t leaving Merle again,” Daryl had leveled himself back out slightly, and he wasn’t racing and throwing hands and cursing, but he was worked up, and a year ago, Daryl Dixon would never had worked this hard to keep his emotions in check so he didn’t blow up on somebody he cared for. “You don’t understand. You ain’t listenin’.”
“I am listening — “
“No, you ain’t! I’m leaving’ with him so he — so he fuckin’ — fucks off, and don’t bother anyone here no more!”
You didn’t say anything back this time, and watched as Daryl turned back away from you, running his hands down his face in exasperation.
“If he walks away now, there ain’t any tellin’ what he’ll do. We know now — we know he has a whole god damn city behind him. They’re dangerous. He’s dangerous, and I’m not gonna sit by and let him hurt ya again!”
Oh.
You shook your head now, control of the situation slipping through your fingers. “There has to be another way, Daryl. There has to be a way to make sure Merle doesn’t target us anymore!”
“There is a way,” he spat, spinning back toward you and finally, he forced himself to make eye contact with you. It was impeccable timing, as tears welled up in your eyes with the realization that you were not going to win this song and dance with him. “And it’s him leavin’! And I gotta go with him to make sure he don’t ever come back again. I’m doin’ this for you!”
“This isn’t about what I want!”
“No, it’s about what ya need, and what ya need is to fucking be safe. And that won’t happen with Merle around. Alright? Now fuckin’ drop it. It’s done with.” And in classic Daryl fashion, he turned on his heels and made to storm off, but your heart ached violently with the need to go after him.
“Daryl, please,” you called after him. “Please, don’t leave.”
And your chest fluttered because he did stop walking when you’d said that, so you halted, too. And you waited for him to turn around and cave. But all he did was mutter an apology over his shoulder, and continued walking away. From you.
Well, you’d be fucking damned if you would like Merle take Daryl away from you. And reasoning didn’t work — but you had other ideas. Because now, all bets were off.
Because now, you were fucking angry.
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damn girl you ride the angst part SO GOOD I had to take a break and breathe before scrolling down again. pls enlighten us the reason Martin didn't touch Eve on Pt. 4 bc I can't be the only one dying to know???
thank you so much for the love, darling! glad you like 'em ❤️ i actually had martin's POV drafted but deleted them before it could go live bcs i think it's going to be too long???
alas, since you asked and copying excerpts from my draft doesn't require much movement to my healing wrists...... here we go?
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eve wasn't the only one struggling to find peace with the reality that she and martin weren't happening. could it be martin's biggest regret since signing for real madrid?
grumpy!martin odegaard x sunshine!OC
word count: 0.9k
note: this bonus chapter takes place at the same time as part 4 so i'd suggest to read the series first! but disclaimer; i'm not the one asking for another angst ride, okay? pls don't hate me after this :( i didn't release this bcs y'all keep berating me not to prolong the couple's misery and i love you guys. anyways, i happen to write this at dawn as usual so not beta-read yet.
tags: my lovely loves @julianalvarez9 @formula1tina @okayline @mehrmonga @mrswhitethornbelikov @notleclerc @laurensficrecs @soccerwag9 <3
sunshine becomes you masterlist here
“invite her over,” his mother said.
it’d be fun, kristoff also said.
the two sentences were ringing off martin’s ears as he spun over the steering wheel to lead him god-knows-where. what he did know was that he had to get out of the house because it was starting to suffocate him.
funny his own home could now no longer be considered his sanctuary.
but as he veered down the roads, passing countless of buildings saturating the london scenery, he surrendered to the fact that he had lost to reality. the one where he lost eve, and the very one where he wanted to recoup back the warmth and comfort she exuded as she settled in his lap, his arms sneaking across her waist involuntarily like it was martin’s nature.
funny she was giving him warmth and comfort when she was seeking them in him the first place, as the cold winter air grazed her bright skin, thanks to the lighting from the chandelier. flawless, as he peppered down butterfly pecks against the glazing surface, drunk in her scent and the feeling of having her in his arms.
but as he passed down the hotel that was only hosting the Christmas gala weeks ago—god damn it, was it only weeks ago—he could feel his heart wrenching at the sight and he know he’d surrendered further to the reality that he had, indeed, lost everything.
just the way he’d gained them all overnight.
it all sank in the way sky sunk down on atlas, all the feelings and reality and what not. and it was mostly the reason why he had to flee his own home.
the presence of his family mentioning and fawning over eve was too much for martin to bear, for he was the only one who knew that he was a whole different person behind the walls—loser, never a winner. and them asking eve to come over was the nail to the coffin.
nothing else in this earthly side was he not reminded of eve, evangeline, his angel. everything of her had permeated his life, his world, his sanity.
and he hated it. he hated the fact that she had come barging into his life totally like a sunshine, so bright and deary and now martin didn’t think he could survive without her. he hated her for that, he hated her for how well they mashed together at the hips during the Christmas gala, he hated her for how excellent she tasted on the lips and on his hands. he hated her for leaving him traces of her for days to come, and for days to only repeat those memories, and for days to only come back to earth knowing she didn’t want him.
like he was a spilling dam in need of sealing, he hated her for making him wanting her.
and martin had never felt so helpless of his own life, more than when he couldn’t get a hold of his own future in madrid.
“martin,” he looked up at his name being called, and he was shocked to see the bane of his existence standing metres away from him. “what are you doing here?”
the same question could be asked by himself to his own self.
he didn’t realise his hands and feet maneuvered him involuntarily to the place belonging to the person in the roots of his extra-terrestrial crisis. it was as if his mind and body was telling—no, showing him that the answer to all of this agonizing was also the problem he thought it was.
what kind of problem looking so gut-wrenchingly heart-breaking, with hairs blown everywhere and tip of nose red from the early winter air blowing?
what kind of problem looking so gut-wrenchingly heart-breaking, still, when all he did the past week was to avoid her like a pest so he could prepare himself, body and soul, for the time he’d truly be deprived of the pleasure from the knowledge that she existed the same time as him? for the time he could truly move on from the magical night they shared together?
weeks away from her yet seconds he saw her, the words I miss you threatened to flood down his tongue. he wanted to them so badly but knew she’d kick him away this instance if he did so. so he did, biting off his tongue and pursing his lips so tight he could feel his muscles numbing.
because he didn’t want that—away from her anymore. not when the mere sound of her voice relieved everything inside of martin. not when he was so close—yet so far—like this.
so close he could smell eve’s signature smell, the very smell not escaping his nostrils ever since they got a sniff of her perfume. so close the tip of his fingers could feel the touch of her skin, as soft as the expensive material from the gown he’d purchased solely for her. so close he had to hide away his hands in the pockets, afraid to put another foot wrong the way his mouth did.
no matter how much they were itching to get a hold of her—anything of her. who was he to do that when she made it clear she didn't want him no more?
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{It’s my party…}
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(A/N I have no idea it’s probably rushed and a mess but enjoy🤣😍💦Happy birthday bby❤️)
Adrian Chase Appreciation Week
Day 7 / Birthday🎉
(Pairing)
Adrian Chase x Female reader
(Summary)
It’s his party and Adrian Chase can leave whenever he wants to, until you give him the promise of the best present ever…
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(Warnings)
18 PLUS ONLY, mention of drinking, oral sex (male/female receiving), p in v action, buzzed but consenting, flirty and fluff, smut time, cute ending of course, idiots in love damn right….
Adrian was having the best birthday ever, even better than the Halloween theme party he had aged ten, but that did of course confuse a lot of kids because his birthday was in June.
Fast forward to right now, aged 31 and he was living his best life, hash tag blessed or whatever because his team had set up a surprise party with lots of booze and you were here as well.
Two weeks ago right here at the HQ when all the other 11th street kids had left, you and Adrian had finally hooked up and it had been so much fun.
Yet since then you had kind of ignored him, despite Adrian noticing you watching his every move around the office so he knew this was something worth investigating.
Adrian knew you as Lady Bird, a terrible name because your costume looked nothing like said bug but more importantly you knew that he was Vigilante.
So right off the bat you two were on equal grounds, anti heroes of Evergreen who assisted his BFF Peacemaker and the other losers who occupied the task force, all here at the HQ just for him.
Chris was in charge of music tonight and even Adebayo’s wife was here, playing air guitar at all the wrong moments but she was having fun, at his party.
Adrian notices you off in the distance, keeping to yourself whilst holding a red solo cup in your hand, he had barely spoken to you tonight so he chose now to be the best starting point.
Not overly drunk but just a little buzzed, Adrian walks over to you with a smirk when he notices you smiling as he stops beside you.
“Happy-“
“So, have you been thinking about that night as much as I have?” Adrian ask leaning closer to you so he could whisper but he was hardly being quiet.
“What night?” You question causing Adrian to stand back up and reward you with a pouty look on his face which makes you smile.
“I’m joking, it was fun.” You smirk nudging your shoulder against his arm which makes him grin down at you happily.
“Right? So I was wondering-“
“Let’s leave the party together?” You ask him with a wink, because you hated gatherings but loved actually leaving parties.
“But it’s my party?” Adrian questions like the last thing he wanted to do was leave the HQ.
“I could make-“
“Hey, let’s party!!!!“ Adebayo cuts you off with a cheer which annoys you until Adrian grabs you by the hand and spins you round.
“Let’s dance-“
“I’m not a-“
Adrian ignores your pleas as he pulls you closer and starts bouncing on his feet, which makes you smile as you watch him pogo up and down on the spot.
The music changed to cheesy eighties tunes which make you smile, and Adrian notices as he grabs you around the waist to pull you closer towards him.
“I’m never gonna give you up-“
“Please don’t sing to me!“ you giggle whilst Adrian sings into your ear, head dipped close to yours as you look up to see Adebayo smiling at you both.
“This is our song now!” Adrian declares leaning back to smile at you as he adds “We work well as a team let’s make it more fun.”
“Let’s leave the party then.” You tell him urgently which makes Adrian arch an eyebrow.
“I can’t-“
“I need to give you your present.” You tell him in flirty voice which obviously gets his attention.
“Ohh present! What is it?” Adrian questions then proceeds to list off a twenty or so useless things he wanted.
“It’s me!” You yell trying to get his attention again before Adrian carried on with wish list.
“You?!” Adrian asks with a boyish smirk on his face.
“I want to give-“
“Does the birthday boy need another drink?” Chris announces whilst cutting you off which of course annoys you but neither of them notice as Adrian is pulled away from you.
Frustrated you had hoped to have been long gone from here by now, biding your time until you could speak to the birthday boy alone and take him back to your place.
It had been fun, the other week at HQ and now you desperately wanted a repeat, plus you knew Adrian was game you just had to get his full attention, and you knew exactly how.
Adrian watches you head out of the office hoping that you wasn’t escaping the party, very close to following you but John starts yelling in his face so he pretends to listen to him instead.
All the while he was wondering what you meant by being his present, he had many thoughts all of which were causing his jeans to tighten and a grin to spread across his face.
Smiling to yourself as you exit the bathroom round the back of the HQ, you head towards the front office on a mission to find Adrian and hopefully have him leave with you.
Adrian cannot help but grin when he spots you re enter the room, a smug smile on your face which intrigues him as you approach standing beside Chris and John who were arguing about something.
“I’m taking Adrian for a second.” You told the guys who were currently lost in their own conversation, so you pulled on Adrian’s arm dragging him towards the office door.
“What’s up-“
“Here.” You hand Adrian the underwear you had taken off in the bathroom, watching as his eyes widen when he realises what he’s holding looking down at you in wonder.
“These are-“
“Come meet me outside in five I’m calling us an Uber back to my place.” You wink at Adrian hoping that now he will get the hint and follow you outside.
Adrian just stands there unsure of his next move whilst he gripped tightly onto the warm fabric in his hand, how was he going to get out of here?
Pocketing the underwear in his jeans, Adrian notices the various states that the team were in, maybe he would avoid Chris and head straight to Harcourt letting her know he was gonna leave.
He would be an idiot not to, but he did kind of wanted to spend more time here even though you were waiting outside for him, wearing a short skirt and no underwear which was the deciding factor for Adrian.
“Hey I’m going-“
“You can’t leave!” Laughs Harcourt with a smile clearly she was drunk, because Adrian had never seen her grin so widely ever before even after a mission.
“I’m taking Lady bird home-“
“Oh really!?” Announces Harcourt winking or at least trying to wink using both her eyes like she was just slowly blinking at him which causes Adrian to chuckle.
“Yeah it’s nothing-“
“Be safe!” Harcourt laughs then patting Adrian on the head like he had done something good she walks off towards Chris.
That was actually easier than he had thought, able to sneak out Adrian glances back to see the team too occupied to notice him leave, which makes him smile.
Outside he spots you on the sidewalk, waiting for the Uber he hoped to take you both to your place , Adrian wanted to literally bounce with excitement but he tried to control the impulse.
“It’s my party, and I can leave if I want to…” Adrian states from behind you his flat hand ghosting across the curve of your ass to make sure the peach coloured skirt didn’t lift up.
“So you’re joining me?” You ask him turning round to face Adrian who glances down with a sexy grin that frames his face.
“You’re my present right-“
“Hey!!” Chris yells causing Adrian to stop talking making you both look round to see the hero in the too tight costume holding his hands up in drunken confusion.
“I’m leaving-“
“Harcourt told me, you two are fucking g-g-going y-“ Chris starts then proceeds to burp loudly which makes you pull a face and Adrian chuckle stupidly.
“Yes, we’re going back to my place.” You tell Chris which makes Adrian’s eyes bug, followed by Peacemaker’s who looks shocked to say the least.
“With him?!” Chris scoffs then shakes his head adding “I take it you like nerds.”
“I’m not a nerd-“
“Fuck yeah I do!” You smirk then stepping forward you pull Adrian closer by grabbing the front of his grey tee shirt, making your lips finally lock in place once again and it was actual bliss.
Adrian ignores Chris’ laughing to pull you closer towards him, his other hand still on your ass protectively because he didn’t want anyone else to see any part of you.
It felt so good to have you this close smelling of warm vanilla and tasting like pure sin, the way your tongue was gliding across his was making him beyond frustrated, he needed you like yesterday and the day before that.
Hearing a horn beep makes you break apart, thankfully Chris had gone back into the HQ by then, leaving you two alone as he follows up to the car back to your place.
“Car for lady?” The middle aged guy questions making you nod and Adrian help you into the back seat.
“I will need to know your real name soon.” Begins Adrian leaning closer to you as the car finally drives off then he adds in a low voice “Because I want to shout it out whilst we are fucking again.”
“That was such a cheesy line-“
“It wasn’t a line.” Adrian states back in a deep voice that has you glancing at him with a smirk on your face.
“Well it’s worked!” You laugh making Adrian grin then seconds later his lips find yours and you continue what you started in the sidewalk.
You gasp when you feel Adrian place one of his hands on your lap then let’s it wrap against your thighs spreading his palm flat his fingers gripping hard into the soft skin.
“I know we should wait but I want to have alittle fun-“
“We can’t!” You whisper-hiss at Adrian placing your hand over his in case the driver could look back and see where your team mates hand was currently sitting.
“I just want to feel how wet you are already for me.” Adrian whispers back in your ear whilst you sigh from his dirty mouth, knowing you were already soaked and ready for him.
Adrian chuckles as you move your legs but just enough for him to notice, moving his hand so his fingers met the apex of your thighs at the same time you try to stifle a moan.
“Fuck, you are already so wet.” Adrian states in a deep voice, brushing several of his fingers over your soaked folds with your hand covering his for some privacy.
“Please!” You begin with a soft whine then swiftly add “This car probably has a camera and you are breaking the law Vig-“
“Shit! Fine, but how far till we get to your place because I am in physical pain right now.” Adrian cuts you off with a groan making you both look down at the apparent bulge framing his jeans whilst he grudgingly move his hand away from you.
“I can help with that.” You smile whilst licking your tongue along your bottom lip which causes Adrian to groan once again.
“We’re here.” The driver announces abruptly making you wonder if he had heard any of your conversation, but right this second you couldn’t care less.
Rushing to your tiny apartment, Adrian waits until you have opened your door and then he is on you even before you can close said door behind you.
With his hands pulling you closer whilst you slammed your door, knowing you would get complaints from your neighbours but right now all you cared about was this night with Adrian.
All because you had wanted a repeat of what had happened at HQ but wasn’t sure how to instigate it until now, this was perfect and you were more than ready.
Guiding Adrian over to your couch you push him back so he falls down, and watches with wide green eyes as you sink down in front of him on your knees.
“Let me help you.” You demand undoing Adrian’s belt then follow it with his zip, a little surprised to see he wasn’t wearing any boxers when you saw his thick cock revealing itself.
Slowly gliding your hand up Adrian’s hard shaft, you wrap it around him tightly which makes his hips jerk up from your touch.
“Be good or I won’t suck your cock.” You tell Adrian who instantly shudders from your words but he stills himself looking up at you with half lidded eyes.
“Ok.” Adrian nods in a small voice which rewards him a stroke of your hand up and down his length which has him tipping his head back.
“Your doing so good.” You tell Adrian who you notice has a pink tinge across his cheeks after he has heard your praise which makes him look so pretty.
“Yeah-“ Adrian smiles already breathless as you continue to slowly pump him watching as his eyes roll back in his head.
“That’s enough of that.” You soon demand moving your hand away which makes Adrian groan but he stops when you replace it with your warm mouth.
“Oh fuck!“ Adrian chokes as you slowly fill your mouth with his cock, hollowing out your cheeks to take as much of him as you can until his head hits the back of your throat.
You just stay there for a few moments lips wrapped near the base of Adrian’s dick, any further down and you would be gagging.
“Wow, your mouth feels so good!” Adrian whines at the same time you slide your tongue up the underside which makes him hiss in response.
Moving your head you look up at Adrian whose eyes spring open, his lips falling open whilst you fuck him with your mouth whilst placing your hands on his thighs tightly.
You sigh onto Adrian’s cock when you feel his hand card through your mid length hair, letting them rest on either side of your head whilst he slowly rocks his hips upwards ever so gently.
“Fuck, this is amazing!” Adrian grits his teeth as he lifts his hips higher, hitting your mouth deeper causing you to gag and him stroke your face.
“You are doing so fucking well, I’m close but I don’t-“
Adrian doesn’t finish that sentence as you swallow more of him, your nose hitting the base of his cock making him cry out and grip your hair tight as he continues to rock himself still inside your mouth.
Slowly moving your head up you introduce your hand, jerking him with your spit with some still hanging from your lips whilst you hear Adrian’s groans getting louder.
“Oh fuck! I need-“
Adrian stops talking as mindless half curses fall from his mouth at the same time, the hot sting of his cum shoots down your throat and you swallow every last drop.
Gently licking his cock until he cannot take anymore, moving your head not forcefully as he strokes down the side of your face affectionately making you look up to see his smiling red face.
“Happy birthday, to me!” He laughs looking down at you with a wicked grin on his face that makes you lean forward to kiss him which he gladly accepts.
“Little Adrian will need a moment, so I want you to switch places with me on the couch.” Adrian tells you in a quietly firm voice that has you doing exactly as he says.
Taking a seat he stands and removes his jeans in one fluid motion, with his grey tee shirt and following suit then he places his glasses next to you folded up neatly dropping to the floor o front of you.
“See, I never got to eat your pussy when we fucked at the HQ and I have wanted to ever since.” Adrian grins then before you can reply he lifts up your skirt then buries his head in between your thighs, his burning mouth covering your soaked cunt.
“Oh!-“ You cry out as Adrian spreads your folds with one of his large hands then inserts his tongue teasing your hole, whilst your pussy muscles throb in delight from the intrusion.
You look down to see the back of Adrian’s head bobbing away under your skirt, making you reach out a hand to grab onto his hair tightly, whilst he continued to tease you with his well versed tongue.
“That is-“
Adrian soon moves his mouth to cover your clit his lips just brushing against the bundle of nerves, which lights up your brain causing your thighs to quiver with excitement.
“I need you!” You cry out when he gently licks your clit with a teasing flick from the tip of his tongue that has your hips snapping up.
“Let me fuck you then!” Adrian states as he reappears from under your skirt, mouth and chin wet as he stands up telling you to turn around on your knees on the couch.
“Fuck yes!” You smirk turning round to feel Adrian’s hands shove your skirt up to your middle, then he pulls you back onto his cock the head brushing delicately against your folds.
“You ready?” Adrian asks in a teasing voice as he slowly moves his head against your slick pussy.
“Yes!” You cry out when seconds later Adrian let’s his cock disappear inside you groaning as he bottoms out and he moves a hand to the back of your neck which makes you gasp.
“Good girl.” Adrian declares as he fucks you at a fast pace which has you gripping onto the back of the couch cushion for support.
“You fuck me so well!” You yell as you arch your body over the couch sinking into Adrian’s relentless thrusts, his cock pulsing around your pussy walls causing you to whine in response.
“Lady you are just so fuck-able, I want to do this day in day out what do you say?” Adrian grunts the question at you whilst you smile to yourself.
“Right now I would say yes to anything!” You sigh with a giggle at the end which makes Adrian moan back.
“This so perfect, you are perfect especially your pussy I-“
“Harder, fuck me harder!” You cry out cutting off Adrian before he escalated and wouldn’t stop talking, it happens too often.
“Ugh! You say the hottest things lady-“
“It’s Y/N, my name!” You shudder as you feel the warmth from your imminent orgasm spread across your stomach and lower back at the same time your spring snaps causing you to scream out.
“Y/N, Y/N fuck!“ Adrian chants as he comes undone moments after, the pair of you both slowing your movements as you chase your highs into submission.
“That was the best birthday present ever.” Adrian tells you into your right ear which makes you turn round to face him, as with a smile he leans forward to gently kiss your lips.
“Happy birthday Adrian.” You tell him in between soft kisses that he spreads across your mouth and cheeks.
“Can I stay?” Adrian asks you faking a yawn which makes you smile at him.
“Only cos your super cute, but sure.” You grin back with an eye roll whilst Adrian fist pumps the air as you both collapse onto the couch together.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom then?” Adrian asks with a wiggle of his eyebrows and a soft giggle leaving his lips.
“Do you want to be the big spoon or the little spoon?” You ask Adrian with a smile snuggling into his chest which he greatly accepts pulling you closer towards him.
“I feel like big spooning it tonight.” Laughs Adrian which makes you roll your eyes but nod as you stand from the couch taking his hand to make you follow him.
“Let’s go then!” You tell him your hand fitting into his perfectly as you guide him towards your bedroom, not wanting to end the night just yet because there was lots more to do yet.
“I can get used to this.” Adrian smirks laying down on the bed, pulling you closer towards him as he sends gentle kisses down your neck which makes your back arch against his chest.
“Yeah, me too.” You sigh softly which makes Adrian chuckle into your warm neck, as one of his hand ghosts around your waist pulling you flush against his hot body.
Let the fun really begin…
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armenelols · 1 year
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I got tagged in this by @eowyntheavenger, thanks! ❤️ I started answering this two weeks ago and then forgot that it's still in my drafts but oh well, here we go :D
1. Are you named after anyone?
Nope
2. When was the last time you cried?
Honestly, I can't remember. Two day ago? Two weeks ago? Two months ago? Two years ago? *shrughs* who knows, certainly not me.
3. Do you have kids?
Nope
4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?
Depending on who I am speaking with, with some people rarely, with some people in every sentence.
5. What's the first thing you notice about people?
Vibe. I have no eye for details I am literally capable of forgetting hair style or hair colour unless I've met the person at least twice.
6. What's you eye colour?
Hazel
7. Scary movies or happy endings?
Happy endings my beloved
8. Any special talents?
I have a particular talent for speaking in a way that makes people not understand me. At all. I constantly have to repeat what I said because I just. Skip letters in words by accident and I just sound weird. Woe to all who have to suffer me speaking. Is this a special talent? Not really, but for sure a special annoyance for everyone involved (including me)
9. Where were you born?
Slovakia, still here
10. What are your hobbies?
Reading, listening to music, playing guitar. Also writing but I am incapable with sticking with something after like. 200 words. Help.
11. Any pets?
A turtle, her name is Žofka. I am not gonna explain how to pronounce ž.
12. What sports do you play/have played?
None. I am terrible at sports. You don't want me near sports. I enjoy skiing tho. If that counts.
13. How tall are you?
Uhh... I don't precisely know? Somewhere around 1,59 m and 1,60 m I think, which is around 5'2 or 5'3 if I remember correctly. Short, in conclusion.
14. Favourite subject in school?
In general - History. From the ones I currently have - Pharmacology, although that's less because of the subject and more because of the way it's taught.
15. Dream job?
I think I would enjoy being a teacher a lot, but what I am actually studying for and trying to achieve is pharmacy. It's terrible I hate it it's a lot it's making me wanna throw something out of the window I will kill someone by accident one day. I am too invested to give up now. I am stuck here.
Tagging @theelfmaiden, @tilions, @tarninausta and @yellow-faerie
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cutecherrygirl · 8 months
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Hey guys! So im really exited for this cuz I've seen this movie hundreds of times and I fell in love with it and I just cant help but imagine Hyunjin and Jisung in this so enjoy! Ill try making this as poetic abd beautiful as possible! I even made a cover 🤭🤭. I wanted to do it on wattpad but idk if anyone would read it tbh so Ill do it here but if y'all want I can write it on wattpad too❤️, and this will be in many many parts ❤️
This will mostly be in Jisungs POV but it might change through the story cuz yeah.
Also Jisung is Elio and Hyunjin is Oliver
This is how I imagine them in this story:
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Pt. 1
Alma de mi vida
if not later, When?
Jisung POV
"Later!" The word, the voice, the attitude.
I'd never heard anyone use "Later" to say goodbye before. It sounded harsh, curt, and dismissive, spoken with veiled indifference of people who may not care to see or hear from you again.
It is the first thing I remember about him, and I can hear ut still today. Later!
I shut my eyes, say the word, and I'm back in Italy (yes this will be in Italy, sorry 😭), so many years ago, walking down the tree-lined driveway, watching him steo out of the cab , billowy blue shirt, wide open collar, sunglasses, straw hat , skin everywhere. Suddenly he's shaking my hand, handing me his backpack, removing his suitcase from the trunk of the cab, asking if my father is home.
It might have started right there and then: the shirt, the rolled - up sleeves, the rounded balls of his heels slipping in and out of his flip flops, eager to test the hot gravel path that led to our house, every stride already asking, Which way to the beach?
This summer's houseguest. Another bore.
Then, almost without thinking, and with his back already turned to the car, he waves the back of his free hand and utters a careless Later! To another passenger in the car who was probably splut the fare from the station. No name added, no jest to smooth out the ruffled leave-taking, nothing. His one-word send-off: brisk, bold, and blunted -- take your pick, he couldn't be bothered Which.
You watch, I thought, this is how he'll say goodbye to us when the time comes. With a gruff,slapdash Later!
Meanwhile, we'd have to put up with him for six long weeks. I was thoroughly intimidated. The unapproachable sort.
I could grow to like him, though. From sharp jaw to rounded heel. Then, within days, I would learn to hate him.
This, the very person whose photo on the application form months earlier had leapt out with promises of instant affinities.
Taking in summer guests was my parents' way of helping young academics revise a manuscript before publication. For six weeks each summer I'd have to vacate my bedroom and move one room longed to my grandfather. Durning the winter months, when we were away in the city, it became a part time toolshed, storage room, and attic where rummor had it my grandfather, my namesake, still ground his teeth in his enteral sleep. Summer residents didn't have to pay anything, were given the full run of the house, and could basically do anything the pleased. Provided they spent an hour or so a day helping my father with his correspondence and assorted paperwork. They became part of the family, and after about fifteen years of doing this, we had gotten used to a shower of postcards and gift packages not only around Christmas time but all year long from people who were now totally devoted to our family abd would go out of their way when they were in Europe to drop B. for a day or two with their family and take nostalgic tour of their old digs.
At meals there were frequently two or three other guests, sometimes neighbours or relatives, sometimes colleagues, lawyers, doctors, the rich abd famous who'd drop by to see my father on their way to their own summer houses. Sometimes we'd even open our dining room to the occasional tourist couple who'd heard of the old villa and simply wanted to come by and take a peek and were totally enchanted when asked to eat with us and tell us about themselves, while Halmoni, informed at the last minute, dishes out her usual fare. My father, who was reserved and shy in private, loved nothing better than to have some precocious rising expert in a filed keep the conversation going in few languages while the hot summer sun, after a few glasses of rosatello , ushered in the unavoidable afternoon torpot. We named the task dinner drudgery -- and, after a while, so did most of our six-week guests.
Maybe it started soon after his arrival durning one of those grinding lunches when he sat next to me and it finally dawned on me that, despite a light tan acquired durning brief stay in Sicily earlier that summer, the color on the palms of his hands was the same as the pale, soft skin of his soles, if his throat,of the bottom of his forearms, which hadn't really been exposed too much sun. Almost a light pink, as glistening and smooth as the underside of a lizard's belly. Private, chaste, unflaged, like a blush on an athlete's face or an instance of dawn on a story night. It told me things about him I never knew to ask.
It may have started durning those endless hours after lunch when everybody lounged about in bathing suits inside and outside the house, bodies sprawled everywhere, killing time before someone finally suggested we head down to the rocks for a swim. Relatives, cousins, neighbours, friends, friends of friends, colleagues, or just about anyone who cared to knock at our gate and ask if they could use our tennis court -- everyone was welcomed to lounge and swim and eat and, if they stayed long enough, use the guesthouse.
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anaisanais-stuff · 1 year
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I posted 610 times in 2022
That's 142 more posts than 2021!
128 posts created (21%)
482 posts reblogged (79%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@parallel-univers
@skambigbang
@peacestew
@lokkanel
@folerdetdufoler
I tagged 573 of my posts in 2022
Only 6% of my posts had no tags
#skam - 236 posts
#skam fanart - 90 posts
#skam big bang 2022 - 89 posts
#skam fanfiction - 74 posts
#skam fanfic - 72 posts
#skambigbang - 65 posts
#isak x even - 60 posts
#skam big bang - 59 posts
#evak - 58 posts
#isak valtersen - 56 posts
Longest Tag: 117 characters
#i both get and don’t get people comparing yr to skam like there are some parallels but not at all the same feel to me
My Top Posts in 2022:
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I hope isak og even are having a nice day and a nice week 🫶
I hope so too, anon ❤️❤️ Living their best life in Trondheim!
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Unpublished clip from SKAM, Season 3 (from the raw script):
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ENGLISH TRANSLATION
Thursday 20 October, 15:10
JONAS and ISAK walk out of the school yard after the last class of the day. Around the corner is a bunch of people dressed in neon clothes, yelling about tickets for a revue party. IMPRO they’re loud.
JONAS: That revue thing, man, it reminds me of a sect, I’m getting, like, weird Christian vibes, it’s not right, man
ISAK tries to laugh: Agree
ISAK’s phone beeps, he takes it out, it’s a text from Vilde: Hey, how many people can you host at your place? Here’s a preliminary list of those who said they’ll attend the revue party tomorrow: Chris, Eva, Sana, Julian 1STB, Marianne 2STC, Emma 1STB, Silje 1STA, Eline 1STA, Sara 1STA and Even 3STB. Is it ok if I try to push for 5-6 more? It’ll be cooler if we’re more people.
ISAK’S heart skips a beat when he reads EVEN’S name.
JONAS (off): Should we try setting up a pre-game with Emma and her friends tomorrow or?
ISAK looks up: Yes! Or, tomorrow?
JONAS: Do you have plans?
ISAK stressed: No, or like I don’t know, maybe
JONAS: What are you doing then?
ISAK feels pressured: Just Eskild’s organizing some dinner thing in Kollektivet, like it’s tradition or whatever, I kinda said I’d be there
JONAS: The whole night?
ISAK: Uh yeah, or, I don’t know how long it takes
ISAK and JONAS cross the street and walk towards the tram stop. At that moment ISAK discovers EVEN, who’s already there waiting for the tram. ISAK panics, he can’t deal with EVEN potentially talking to him right in front of JONAS, he can’t mix those two worlds, what if EVEN starts talking about the revue party.
ISAK slows his steps.
ISAK: Let’s just chill here.
JONAS looks over at ISAK with confusion, ISAK looks down at the ground. JONAS sends ISAK an inquisitive glance.
JONAS: What’s the deal with you and that dude?
ISAK stressed: What are you talking about, there’s no deal
JONAS: It’s like you hate him or something
ISAK: Oh okay, no I don’t hate him, he’s just like really annoying
JONAS: How so?
ISAK: How?
JONAS: Yeah?
ISAK: Like, he’s just like… ISAK can’t think of a single thing about EVEN that’s annoying… I don’t know, he’s just annoying.
JONAS: Ok
ISAK goes for convincing: You know, like, some people are just annoying
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Unfilmed scene from the SKAM Season 3 raw script. English translation below.
THURSDAY 17 November 01:55 am
ISAK is lying in bed. It’s completely quiet, but he still can’t sleep. He turns over on his side.
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He turns to the other side.
— JUMP
He kicks off the duvet
— JUMP
He sits up
He opens the door to his room. NOORA is right outside sleeping on a mattress on the floor. He tiptoes past her.
ISAK enters the kitchen. He opens the fridge and vacantly stares inside. He’s forgotten what he was doing. He spots a litago (chocolate milk) with ISAK on it and checks the date. It expired two days ago (DATE). ISAK smells it, it smells fine. He takes a gulp, it tastes fine. He brings the litago with him and takes a seat by the kitchen table, but he doesn’t drink it, he just sits there, staring at nothing. He hears a sound and looks up. He jumps. ESKILD is at the door with a face mask and a towel wrapped around his head.
ISAK: Jeezes!
ESKILD: What are you doing up?
ISAK: You scared me
ESKILD studies ISAK for a moment and sees that he’s tired. He walks over to the kitchen counter and turns on the kettle. There’s an elephant in the room, they haven’t really talked since ESKILD explained Pride to ISAK.
ESKILD: I’ve got this Yogi tea that makes you tired, do you want some?
ISAK: Sure, thanks.
Silence falls again. ISAK takes a gulp of the litago. Perhaps it’s gone bad after all, he smells it again. ESKILD looks at ISAK.
ESKILD: Are you having problems sleeping?
ISAK lies: Nah… there was just some noise outside the window
ESKILD nods but doesn’t believe him. He takes out two cups from a cabinet and opens a pack of Yogi tea. He puts the teabags in the cups and pours boiling water over. ESKILD hands ISAK a cup and sits down. ESKILD adds two spoonfuls of sugar to his own tea and looks over at ISAK, ISAK shakes his head. It’s quiet again. They both take a sip. Large two shot of them, where they’re sitting at the table (both facing the room, not each other), ESKILD with a face mask and a towel wrapped around his head, ISAK with a tired, withdrawn face. ISAK understands that he’s got to say something. He looks at ESKILD and finds his courage.
ISAK: Hey, sorry about what I said.
ESKILD looks at ISAK
ISAK: Dissing gay pride, I didn’t mean it. Seriously.
ESKILD calmly: I know you didn’t mean it.
ISAK looks at ESKILD and nods. It’s quiet between them again. ISAK takes a sip of his tea. ESKILD tries to find an in to what he wants to say.
ESKILD: When I was in 4th grade, Olav from my class said I sounded like a girl.
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galvanizedfriend · 1 year
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1, 6, 29, for the ask game? Love your work!
Hi! That's so nice of you, thank you sm 🥺❤️
1. How many words have you written this year? Oof. I'm afraid to count. Around 250k, maybe a little more. If you count the things I haven't posted, I'd say… 300k+.
6. Favorite title you used I hate my titles. 🤣 I keep telling my friends I hate all my titles, and it's true. I'm not the most creative when it comes to naming things (re: The Wolf lol). But I guess Vice & Virtue is not a bad one, even though it wasn't named this year. I liked that the last chapter of V&V is called The Rake Who Loved Me. 🤣 And I also think Like It's Christmas Again is a pretty decent one, it does sound like the title of a Hallmark movie, which is what I was going for. It's cheesy, but that's the spirit.
29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year? Ugh, i have such bad memory! I'm sure I've written something I liked, but I will not remember any specifics. 🤣 I will say tho, the proposal scene in Vice & Virtue.
"Day and night, you have plagued me. And if I'm to be completely honest, this didn't start two weeks ago. It's been going on for months. I can't think straight, I can't breathe, I can't… Stop searching for you wherever I go, and when I find you, I can’t stop looking. Everything else seems to exist in your shadow." Klaus' voice tightens, the brunt of his emotions pouring out of him with an edge of despair. "I've tried to stop it. I've tried to prove to myself that I could go on as though nothing had changed, but I cannot. Even now, I…" He falters, throat working as he swallows. "I have to dig deep inside of me for an honor I do not possess not to give in to my burning desires. And the worst part is - it's not even about the impure thoughts. I have those too, let me be very clear, but those are easy. It's the other ones that torment me. The honorable ones. The ones I've never had before and therefore know not how to purge. There are not many things in this world that put fear in my heart - I am both arrogant and reckless enough that I can face just about anything with foolish bravery. But you… The thought of never seeing you again, of never dancing with you, of being deprived of your smiles, of the sound of your laughter, of your company…" He shakes his head lightly, the cracks in his heart feeling as wide as the world. "It terrifies me, Caroline. It terrifies me like nothing else."
Thank you so much for your questions!
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omg-just-peachy · 4 years
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How about social media AU with either buckytony or stevetony
Most people wouldn’t guess that Tony Stark is, actually, quite a private person. 
The fact that his Instagram posts, (largely featuring himself in the lab, along with the occasional video of his bots fighting), had taken off nearly two years ago, making him one of the most beloved tech influencers around, tends to indicate otherwise. But really, Tony Stark hates the spotlight. Hates people asking him about himself rather than his work, hates that people pry into every relationship he has. It’s exhausting, and it makes for a lonely life.
He’d made a private account, complete with a fake name and a fake photo, the moment his other one had started taking off. 
“Delete that,” Tony says, the minute he sees the notification from Bucky bubble up on his phone. His boyfriend had tagged him in something, and Tony doesn’t need to click into it to know it has to go. When he gets tagged in things, people lose their minds, prying into every detail, offering commentary and unsolicited advice until Tony’s head spun. 
“You didn’t even see it!” Bucky protests, but the way he’s grinning tells Tony all he needs to know.
“Buck, please… Shit. They’ve already seen it. Hope is lost,” Tony sighs, looking at his phone, vibrating away in his palm.
James Rhodes and 35 others commented on a photo you’re tagged in.
Wonderful.
“Wah, I’m Tony Stark and the internet loves me. I work for myself and make thousands of dollars posting photos of my daily life, feel bad for me,” Bucky jibes from across the room. 
Tony, like the mature twenty-five year old he is, sticks his tongue out at him. “I’m not saying feel bad for me, Buck, I’m saying I’m going to be dealing with the comments of whatever that was for days.”
“You didn’t even look!”
“Fine, I’ll look, then will you please—”
Tony stops short, looking at the post in question. If Tony Stark was private, Bucky Barnes was a vault. He never posted personal things, (I don’t care what the internet thinks, doll, I care what you think), and he typically found it hard to figure out why Tony would, either. 
All week, Tony had been doing a recap of the decade. He didn’t have much to show for it, he’d only been fifteen when it started, after all, but still, it’d been fun looking back, even if Buck teased him about it. 
Now, Tony finds himself looking at a collection of photos of the two them over the last few years, some Tony didn’t even know Bucky had held onto, and a caption that reads Start as you wish to go on — someone, probably. ❤️@tonystark. There are photos from when they’d first started dating, photos from just last week, Tony sitting in the lab, captured, quietly by Bucky and held carefully, preserved.  
Tony looks up, eyes going soft as the fight fell away from Bucky’s face. He crosses the room in a few quick strides, all but collapsing into his boyfriend’s lap, glomming onto him and burying his face in his neck, mumbling incoherently.
“What’s that?” Bucky asks, smiling.
“Don’t delete it, it’ll be bad luck and I love you. Never delete it,” Tony repeats. 
He lifts his head when Bucky nudges him, leans in for a kiss that’s soft and sweet. This is, without a doubt, how he wishes to go on. 
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missdictatorme · 6 years
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Better When It Feels Wrong - Chapter 14
Pairing: Sam Drake x Reader
Warnings: Oh my God, a chapter which is not NSFW?! What the hell happened?!  😲😁
Words: 1533
Tagging: @dragonjedihobbit @random-aya @phangirlkelsey @adler-uncharted @ruaiori
A/N:  We’re writing this together with @fhujami  ❤️
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 15
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You and Sam were dating for almost a month now. It was the happiest time of your life, he was caring and sweet, you went on dates and had mind-blowing sex. You two couldn’t keep your hands off of each other.
He promised he would treat you like a queen, and that was exactly what he did every single day you spent together. He made you feel like you were the only woman in the world, he made you feel that you were the most wanted person in the universe.
The way he touched you and kissed you was pure lust, but also his touches were incredibly sweet and caring.
You managed to keep it as a secret to your friend, even you hated to lie to her, you just didn’t know how to tell her that you were dating Sam. But you were sure she assumed something because you didn’t come home for nights when you were staying at Sam’s place.
You were having dinner at your place with your friend when your phone beeped with an incoming text message. You took your phone in your hand and saw that the message was from Sam. You opened the message while forking the food in your mouth. The message was simple, telling that he misses you and can’t wait to have you in his arms again, with a heart emoji in the end.
You smiled as your heart raced in your chest when you sent back a message to him that you missed him too.
Your friend looked at you and your stupid smile on your face. She sighed irritated while wiping her mouth and pushed her plate further from her as she put her hands on the table, but you were too focused on your phone to notice her annoyed essence.
She waited for a while before she slammed her hand on the table to got your attention.
You winched and raised your gaze to her, seeing how she was looking at you with her brows furrowed and with an annoyed gaze on her face.
“Do you have something to tell me?” - she asked, and you swallowed, putting your phone down on the table, but couldn’t say anything to her.
“I know you are seeing that guy we had a threesome with.” - her tone was angry and irritated and your head snapped up to meet her gaze.
“I saw you two weeks ago with him. Why the hell you didn’t tell me!?” - she raised her voice, she was clearly mad, and this was exactly why you didn’t know how to tell her. You were about to say something but your friend stood up from her chair and leaned to the table.
“What the fuck you think you are doing?! Do you know what guys like him do?!” - she kept yelling at you and you started to get annoyed too.
“His name is Sam!” - you yelled back at her, you hated that she couldn’t even remember his name.
“I don’t care what his name is Y/N! Eventually, he will break your heart if you keep playing this game with him!”
You started to get angrier, this wasn’t any game you had with Sam, even you knew what kind of man he was before you, but he had shown you that he really cared about you. Nothing that he said and made was fake, it was real.
“I’m not playing any games with him! I really like him!” - you stood up to defend yourself.
“Oh God Y/N, you are so naive! A man like him can’t be in a relationship! They just can’t! They don’t care for anyone else except themselves and their own satisfaction! Sooner or later you’ll find him in bed with another woman and you will cry after him for months! I don’t want you to get hurt again! Especially not after what he did to you!” - your friend screamed at you and you felt how tears started to pour from your eyes when she referred to your ex-boyfriend.
Deep down you knew that Sam would never do that to you. He promised he would take care of you and treat you like a queen, and so far he had done exactly what he promised.
You lowered your gaze to the floor, trying to swallow your tears. Your friend walked around the table to you and put her hand on your shoulder.
“I love you Y/N, I don’t want you to get hurt again…”  - she said with more calmly voice.
“He won’t hurt me.” - you whispered, wiping your cheeks away from the tears that managed to escape.
“Y/N… I know you think that, but guys like him... “ - she started but you pushed her hand away and stepped further.
“His name is Sam! He has a name! And he has feelings!” - you screamed at her, while tears were flowing like a waterfall from your eyes.
“Don’t come crying to me when he breaks your heart if you are so fucking stupid to believe what he says to you!” - your friend screamed back, and you grabbed your phone from the table and bag from the wall and stormed out from the apartment while your friend yelled at you.
You rushed down the stairs, feeling how your sight got blurry when your tears kept flowing. You had finally found a man with whom you felt safe and happy, and your friend should be happy for you and not try to say that he didn’t care about you.
You knew he did, but after she referred to your cheating ex, you couldn’t help when all those bad memories and insecure thought started to fill your mind. You needed to get fast in Sam’s arms, to feel his warmth to made those bad thoughts disappear from your head.
You didn’t even send him a message, you just jumped into a cab and tell the driver where to take you. You tried to calm yourself but you couldn’t.
When you got behind his door you slammed your fist to the door, trying to get him to open the door faster.
Sam rushed to the door, annoyed at the intruder who dared to slam on his door. But when he opened the door he didn’t even manage to blink his eyes when he felt how arms wrapped around him and a body were pushed against his chest.
“Y/N?! What happened?” - he pulled you inside, closing the door after you two and hugged you tightly, while you cried against his chest. He put his hand on your hair and kissed your head and started to swing you softly, waiting for you to calm down.
You tried to sob something but he couldn’t catch what you tried to say to him, so he whispered in your ear that he was there and that you were safe.
Slowly you started to calm down, sobbing quietly against his chest. Sam smoothed your head, pushing his lips against your head, waiting.
Finally, you pulled away from his embrace.
“I’m sorry.” - you said, wiping your cheeks.
Sam cupped your cheeks and helped you to dry your face with his thumbs.
“What happened?” - he asked quietly, rubbing softly your cheeks.
“My friend, she... “ - you started but your voice cracked. Sam sushed and wrapped his hands around you again, pulling you close to his chest, making you feel safer.
You hid your face in his wide chest, letting his shirt to get wetter from your tears.
“She found out about us… She was irritated, she said you don’t care about me, that this is just another game to you.” - you sobbed against him, feeling how his heart started slowly to beat harder in his chest against your cheek.
Sam closed his eyes, he had been honest with you about his past and telling how he had been with women only for his own satisfaction before he met you. But he had tried every single day to prove to you that with you everything was different, that he truly cared about you and that he would never hurt you.
But he knew someone might not think that he wasn’t sincere with his actions, but nothing else mattered than that you believed him. And now by your reaction, he wasn't sure if you believe him or not. Were you upset because your friend said those things? Or were you upset because you were actually believing her words?
But there was one thing what might make him make you believe that he was serious with you.
He gently pushed you away, and cupped your cheeks again, and made you look at him deep into his eyes.
You stared at him back, waiting. And you never could have imagined what his next words would be.
“I love you.” - Sam confessed with soft smile and the most sweetest voice. He had known that for a while now and he didn’t want to say it too fast, but he wanted you to know how he felt about you and that he was serious with you.
But the expression on your face when he said that, was not exactly what he was hoping to get back..
When he looked into your eyes he saw only two things in there: fear and pain.
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princeofyorkshire · 3 years
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not to b catholic on main . but i love my name
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