#i have SO MUCH i want to get done today and brain for absolutely NONE OF IT

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Handsome Stranger

PAIRING | Husband!Dad!Young!Tony Stark x Wife!Mom!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 5.4K

SUMMARY | You weren't sure when Tony brought up this idea the first time, but after a few more talks about it, you finally gave in, and that's how you found yourself in the middle of a busy bar, ready to be picked up by your husband. However, to everyone else around you, you look just like a couple of strangers having their first meeting.

RATING | Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Established relationship, a few mentions of Y/N.

REQUEST | @ccbsrmsf1 Maybe Tony and Sunshine are at a party, and they pretend that they don't know each other and seduce each other at this party and flirt a lot, resulting in very hot sex afterward

SMUT | Dirty talk, light degradation, daddy kink, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, lactation kink, drinking of breastmilk (sexual), fingering, begging, spanking, hair pulling, nipple piercings, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, aftercare

A/N | Carol, dear, dear, DEAR Carol, I cannot even begin to thank you enough for the idea of this fic! Your brain is made of pure gold, and I was very excited and horny while writing this! Thank you for the idea, the proofreading, and the perfect GIF to match; eu te amo 3000! 🩷

EVENTS Masterlist | @fandom-free-bingo | Roleplaying

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist

Tony is sitting on the couch, giving Paxton a milk bottle since you're working late tonight. Hudson and Orion play in their playroom at Howard and Maria's house. At the same time, Maria prepares dinner, and Howard watches TV, making the atmosphere in the Stark household very peaceful and relaxing.

"Dad, remember when you and Mom helped me ask Sunshine to the spring dance all these years ago?" Tony suddenly asks his Dad, his brow quirked as he looks at Howard, nodding in response.

"Well, I was hoping to surprise her with a night out together, just the two of us, and I was hoping you could give me some ideas as to what to do on said date night," he says with a sigh. He's thought of countless ideas, none good enough because he wants this night to be remarkable. The two of you don't get too much time with just you and him, so he's planning on making it a night you will remember for a long time.

"How about getting a drink at a bar or a party? I know that may sound boring, but there are countless ways of making the night more interesting," Howard says, and Tony nods as the gears in his brain start turning, trying to think of the perfect idea.

"I think I have a plan; now I just need to know what she thinks of it," Tony says with his lips curled into a smile. Not long after, Paxton is done with his bottle, and it's time to burp the little guy. That all goes smoothly, and as soon as he's getting a clean diaper, Tony can hear the door open, and your voice carries throughout the house with your announcement of your arrival.

"I'm home! Now, where are my two Munchkins?" you say as you walk into the hallway. You don't have to wait long for Hudson and Orion to run over and capture you in a much-needed hug.

"Welcome home, Mommy!" they say in unison, enveloping you with warmth and signature smells. You love your twins to pieces, and coming home to them is something you will never take for granted.

"Have you two been good to everyone today?" you ask your twins, and they nod furiously.

"Alright, you two can play some more while I find your Dad and Paxton," you tell them. With one big kiss on the cheek for each of them, they run off again, and you are surprised by Tony walking into the hallway with Paxton on his hip and a big smile on his face as he sees you.

"Hi Little One! Aren't you the absolute cutest in your Winnie The Pooh outfit? Oh my goodness, I could eat you right up!" you tell him as you take him from Tony and blow raspberries on Paxton's cheek that have him squealing and swinging his arms and legs in delight. Coming home to your bundle of joy is excellent and one of the many reasons you're looking forward to coming home each night after work.

"What about me?" Tony asks in a fake sad voice and a slight pout that you happily kiss away.

"I was cuddling my son first, but if you need my attention first, I guess I can make an exception," you tease him, and Tony perks up at your words.

"I always need your attention, Sunshine. Haven't you noticed that by now?" he says with a wink. He pulls you against his chest for a much-needed hug, and Paxton is more than happy to be included as well.

"I love you, My Love," and with one last kiss and a pat on your butt, he lets you go to the kitchen, your stomach practically rumbling as you greet Maria, who is just finishing dinner as you walk in. A large pot of your favorite soup is simmering away on the stove and filling the house with a delicious scent, and you can't wait to dive in.

"How was work today?" Maria asks as she envelops you in a hug. You let yourself melt into her touch, and her familiar scent makes you think of your own Mom. Ever since Tony introduced you to them, they have welcomed you like their daughter, and over the years, the bond you have has only grown stronger.

"It was good, but the last showing turned out to be longer than I had planned, so I'm delighted you could all wait for me to come home; I'm starving!" you tell her, and she nods before sending you off to the living room, where you let yourself plop on the couch next to Howard, Paxton now sitting on your lap.

"He's growing up so fast," Howard remarks as he looks at his youngest grandson, and you couldn't agree more. He's growing the fastest out of all your children, and his chubby features make him look adorable.

"Tell me about it! He's almost twice the height and weight the twins were at his age! It's unbelievable!" you tell Howard. However, before he can answer you, Maria lets you know it's dinner time, so you quickly rush to the dining room, finding your usual spot next to Tony and across from the twins.

"It smells amazing, Maria. Thank you all so much for waiting for me," you tell her before diving in. The soup is paired with different types of bread and has your mouth watering at the smell, so it is all gone before you can even think about it too much. Maria's cooking is impeccable and something you will never get enough of, so you're glad Tony has learned a thing or two from her.

"C'mon Sunshine, let's go take a shower together before anyone notices we're gone," Tony suddenly whispers in your ear when everyone is busy. You allow Tony to pull you away and up the stairs, leading the way to his bathroom.

"I missed you today, and I need my dessert now," he growls in your ear before shutting and locking his bedroom door, having learned his lesson years ago. His lips descend on yours in an instant, his tongue effortlessly finding its way into your mouth as you let him take the lead.

Soft moans escape your lips and are swallowed instantly by Tony, making them almost inaudible. That doesn't take away from the fact that this man affects you in a way you can't get enough of. Clothes are strewn across the floor as you enter the shower, turning it on to let the warmth slowly build.

"I missed you so much, Sunshine, I've been aching to sink into your perfect, tight pussy all fucking day," Tony whispers in your ear, and it has goosebumps erupting over your neck. His hands are placed on your hips, where they dig into the flesh as he pulls you close to him, his erection digging into your lower back.

"Please," is all you manage to breathe out before Tony steps into the shower, pulling you with him before going down on his knees and hooking your leg over his shoulder, eyeing your pussy with a hunger that has you trembling in anticipation.

"Perfect," he groans before diving forward, and you have to steady yourself against the walls of the shower as he dips his tongue into your entrance before licking a stripe to your clit, making you moan loud as your head falls back.

The man is a master with his tongue, and he can coax orgasms out of you faster than you can even think about what's happening. As he suddenly sets a leisurely pace with his tongue on your clit, you allow yourself to melt into his touch, and the pleasure is building slowly but perfectly.

"Hmm, s'good," you murmur as you look down at him, his big, dark brown eyes looking up at you as he wraps his lips around your clit, suckling softly before dipping two of his fingers inside your heat, making you moan loudly again.

"Fuck!" is all you can bring out as he sets a rapid pace with his fingers, the pads gliding over your sweet spot constantly and with the right amount of pleasure to build your orgasm quickly. Just as you feel the tension is about to snap, he adds one more finger, stretching you out for what's to come later.

"M close! Please, let me cum," you say to Tony, and he listens, giving you exactly what you want as his fingers set a brutal pace and his lips suck hard on your clit, the pleasure almost blinding as white spots start to appear around the edges of your vision. A string of broken moans follows a scream of his name as he carefully works you through it, ensuring you're not crashing when coming down.

"That's it, you're such a good girl for Daddy right now," Tony tells you between the kisses he places on your belly, through the valley of your breasts, and ending on your neck and jaw.

"Now, I want you to bend over and present your perfect pussy for me, because I'm going to fuck you so nice and hard you won't be able to think straight for the rest of the day," he tells you, and you let out a moan at the thought of Tony completely fucking you dumb.

"Yes, Daddy," you whisper before turning around and spreading your legs, giving Tony a perfect look at your sopping cunt, which he has opened up beautifully for himself to slide into. Grabbing the base of his cock, he lines up with your entrance before thrusting in with a smooth motion, making you scream right as he hits your G-spot.

"D-Daddy! That's it, fuck me hard," you tell him, and he doesn't need to be told twice. His fingers dig hard into the flesh of your hips, and he pulls you to him at a fast pace that has you moaning loudly, every thought in your head completely melting away as it's replaced by nothing but pleasure.

"S this what you wanted, huh? To be used like a human fleshlight? You do, huh, letting Daddy use this tight pussy whenever he wants for his pleasure? You're fucking perfect for me," he says through gritted teeth as you clench hard around him, and he lands a smack on your butt, shooting you forward with force as the pleasurable pain ripples through your body.

"M-more," you bring out, and he happily listens as he lands another one on the other side, too, making you clench on his cock once again. Then he grabs you by the shoulders, pulling you back against his chest while his pace stays unaltered, still pounding into you from behind.

"Is this hard enough for you, huh? 'S my beautiful slut already going fuckdumb?" he asks, and you nod.

"Y-Yes Daddy, just f-for you," you bring out between broken moans, and Tony's mouth curls into a mischievous smile as his fingers dip from your waist down to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles as the pleasure inside you builds fast, your eyes rolling back into your head.

"You close, Sunshine? Are you gonna cum for Daddy again?" he asks, and you nod, unable to even bring out any words anymore. He has truly fucked you dumb, just like he promised he would.

"C-cumming!" you managed to croak out right before the tension inside you snapped again; the pressure of Tony's fingers on your clit combined with the pounding against your G-spot have you seeing stars and trembling hard. If it weren't for Tony holding you up, you surely would have fallen over as he fucks you through both your orgasms.

You didn't notice Tony spilling his load inside you earlier as you were too wrapped up in your pleasure, and even though there's a slight disappointment rippling through you, it is quickly making a place for nothing but pure happiness as he pulls you close.

"You did so well for me, Sunshine; you're perfect for me," he whispers in your hair as his hands glide over your back, the contact you always crave after an intense session like this. Even though you both like soft, slow sex in the mornings, you tend to prefer the rough, kinky sex for the evenings as a way to destress, and Tony could feel this is exactly what you needed without you needing to say a word.

"M a good girl?" you ask with apparent tiredness.

"The best," Tony whispers as he carefully washes your hair. The smile that appears on your face has his insides heating up immensely.

"I love yoooouuuuu," you say, the last word being dragged out as you sway from side to side, the moment's pleasure still clear in your mind.

"I love you too, Sunshine, more than you'll ever know," he tells you as he washes the soapy bubbles out of your hair. After the conditioner has had plenty of time to soften it, he washes it out, making it very soft and exactly the way you like it.

"Alright, let's get you dried off and into bed because we have a big day tomorrow," he tells you, and you turn around, though it's not as graceful as you'd hoped, with your legs still feeling like jelly.

"Tomorrow? What's tomorrow?" you ask, and Tony's mouth curls at the corners at the sight before him.

"We're going to Bruce and Nat's party, remember? They're celebrating their 10th wedding anniversary in the Luxury Hotel," he tells you, and you nod in understanding.

"I forgot, 'm sorry," you tell him with a giggle, but he doesn't mind.

"S okay, Sunshine. You've got enough to think about, but tonight, you can just sleep and forget everything for a few hours. Tomorrow's a new day," he tells you, and you nod as you allow your husband to dry you off from head to toe. After that, he puts you in a pair of panties and one of his old shirts, which is about three sizes too big on you, before leading you to the bed.

You let yourself fall onto the bed with a groan, the plush mattress catching you as you let out a yawn. As you crawl under the covers, Tony pulls on a pair of boxer briefs before getting under the covers with you. He is more than happy to call it an early night with you.

"Sleep well, Sunshine; I love you," he says, pulling you against his chest.

"Sleep well, Daddy, love you too," you say sleepily, and not long after, you're falling into a dreamless sleep, which is much-needed after the long days you've been making at work lately. Now, all you have to do is sleep in your husband's arms and not worry about anything for a few hours.

You're getting ready for Bruce and Natasha's anniversary party after another day of work, but today was going a lot better after the way Tony fucked you last night. The tension you were holding onto has completely melted away, and you almost felt like you were walking on clouds the entire day.

After searching for the perfect dress, you have found a beautiful red dress with a plunging neckline that you can't wait to show Tony. You wanted to keep it a secret until now, and you're standing in front of the mirror after slipping it on, admiring how your tattoos are highlighted beautifully, and the slit on your right leg is exactly high enough to show the names of your husband and kids.

"Are you ready to-" Tony manages to say as he walks into the bedroom where you're getting ready, but his jaw is practically on the floor as you look at him through the mirror. His gaze wanders down but gets stuck on the neckline of your dress, as your breasts are shown off beautifully without being distasteful.

"I can tell you like what you see," you say as you turn around, and Tony doesn't know where to look. From your hair to your make-up and from your breasts to your legs, he wants to look at everything at once.

"Wow," he whispers as he walks over to you, a large smile spreading across your red lips. He is clad in an all-white suit with a black bow tie and black shoes, making him look elegant.

"You're not looking too bad either, My Love," you tell him as you close the distance between them, grabbing his hands before pulling him into a soft, gentle kiss. You felt like a princess already, but his reaction officially made you feel like you were on cloud nine.

"I wanted to bring up an idea, by the way. That's why I walked in here, but I got blown away by your beauty," he tells you, and your cheeks are heating in response to his words.

"What do you think of a little... roleplay during the party? Nothing extreme or weird, but I was thinking of maybe acting like we don't know each other, then flirting as we get to know each other, and one thing leads to another," he tells you with a wink, and you agree after a few short moments.

"As long as it ends up with me being fucked into the mattress one way or another, I'm okay with that," you tell him, and now it's his turn to blush at your words. He has always loved your filthy mouth, and your words go directly to his cock as he can feel it twitching in his pants.

"I wouldn't want it any other way, Sunshine," he says in a deep, lust-filled voice that has you clenching your thighs as well. Even after all these years, you are like a pair of horny teenagers together, but you wouldn't want to have it any other way.

Once you arrive at Natasha's party, your best friend immediately whisks you away. You have been very busy with work, so this is the perfect opportunity to catch up, and you'll happily let her guide you to the nearest bar.

"You look amazing tonight; it's honestly a miracle you even made it out of the house looking like this," Natasha said with a huge smile, and you nodded in agreement.

"It wasn't easy. I had to drag myself out of there before he could make his moves, but I did it," you chuckle as you shake your head because you know it's true. You never would have left the house if it were up to him.

"Bruce was the same; if it wasn't for our party, we would have never left the bedroom. He got me a Hitachi wand for our anniversary, and I can tell you it is AH-MA-ZING! Most intense orgasms I've ever had," she tells you without a single ounce of shame, and you love her for it.

"Those are amazing! And if I may suggest something, it is nice to use on him, too," you say with a wink, and Nat gives you a mischievous look.

"I might try it out later tonight," she says before turning to the bartender and ordering your usual drinks, which haven't changed since you were roommates in college. While waiting for the drinks, your eyes glide through the room, only to land on your husband.

You know what's about to happen when a smile tugs on the corners of your mouth as he shoots you a wink with a champagne glass in his hand. As Tony slowly approaches you, you lean into Natasha, telling her to go with whatever's happening here, and she doesn't even question it for a second.

"You look beautiful tonight; one might even say you're the Belle of the ball," he says in a smooth, deep, sexy voice that has you clenching your thighs already. Your facade is already crumbling at just a few words, but you keep yourself together long enough to get through your thoughts.

"Well, if you think so, you might want to get me and my friend a drink," you respond, and he quirks his brow before agreeing. Nat looks at you with a raised brow as if she's questioning, 'What are you two up to now?' but she knows better than to ask.

"Here you go, Sun-" he says before swallowing the last word. This doesn't come as naturally to him as he had hoped, but he's also having fun and hoping you are.

"So, where are you two beautiful ladies from? I am sure it must be heaven because this is the first time I'm seeing two Angels here on earth," he says, putting on a slight New York accent as well, which he knows damn well has you going crazy within no time.

"Aren't you the cutest little thing? I'm from California, but my friend, Natasha, is from Russia," you tell Tony, and he grabs Natasha's hand to place a kiss on it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Natasha," he says before moving on and grabbing yours. Bringing your hand to his lips as his eyes ghost over the tattoos he has seen countless times, worshipped more times than he can count, and fantasized about since the moment he first saw them.

"And it's a pleasure to meet you as well-" he says with a quirked brow, wanting to know your name.

"Y/N."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N," he says before letting your hand go again, and you can feel the arousal pooling in your panties. The way he is doing this has you so aroused it is taking everything in you not to crumble right here and now, but it's difficult. Very difficult.

"May I have this dance?" he asks as he extends his hand out to you. You nod before placing it in his, the warmth of his hand feeling familiar and secure. The slow song playing is the perfect moment to catch up for a moment.

"How're you enjoying it so far?" you whisper in Tony's ear.

"I'm thoroughly enjoying myself, Sunshine. However, from the looks of it, I'm not the only one enjoying the way you look tonight. I've seen many eyes staring in your direction already," he says, and you can't help but chuckle. So that is the reason he asked you to dance.

"Sometimes you're too possessive for your own good, but it's okay. At the end of the day, you're the one I'm getting into bed with, and not all of them," you tell him, and he nods in agreement.

"But I believe I promised to fuck you into the mattress tonight, so how about we call it an early night and get a head start on that?" Tony whispers in your ear before softly nibbling on your earlobe, and you hum in agreement.

"Let's go," you tell him before pulling him to the room's exit and the hotel's elevators. It's a good thing you decided to get a room here to sleep because this way, you can have the most filthy, uninterrupted sex you've had in a long time.

As soon as the hotel door closes shut, Tony pushes you against it, his mouth immediately crashing onto yours as he peels the dress off your body, letting the fabric fall to the floor to reveal your bare breasts. The silver barbells adorning them are driving Tony insane.

"So fucking hot, Sunshine," is all he says before leaning down and cupping one of them, his lips closing around the other as he starts to drink from it. They're nice and swollen since you haven't breastfed your son since the morning, but Tony requested that you don't pump this time since he wanted to drink your precious milk.

As soon as the liquid hits his tongue, he groans, and your hands find their way into his hair, pulling lightly as you rut your hips back and forth to get some relief.

"Bed, Tony," you say, and he stops for a moment, but only long enough to allow you to get comfortable on the bed. As soon as you're ready, he's back with his mouth around your nipple, sucking in his cheeks as the white liquid he desires so much coats his tongue again.

"S'good," you moan out as you feel Tony's hand playing with the barbell on your other nipple, the sensitivity only heightening with every passing moment. Eventually, his free hand moves to his pants as he palms his hard cock, needing to relieve himself of the pressure that's building inside him.

As he does this, he keeps making the same rocking movements, and without warning, he cums in his pants, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as he keeps drinking your milk.

"Fuck! Did you just cum, Daddy? 'S so fucking hot when you cum when you drink my milk," you tell him, and he nods as he keeps working himself through his orgasm, his cock getting very sensitive from the stickiness of the fabric.

"Good boy," you whisper as you lace your fingers in his hair and pull hard as he keeps drinking, his hand still working over his cock as he's getting hard again despite the overstimulation.

"Taste so fucking good, Sunshine, makes me fucking cum like a teenager when I drink from you. But I'm sure you love that, don't you?" he asks, and you nod with a wide smile.

"How about I make you cum when I drink from you, huh? Would you like that?" "Yes, Daddy, please make me cum when you drink from me," you beg for him, and that's all he needs to hear before his hand moves to your clothed pussy, his fingers effortlessly finding your clit.

"That's it, ride Daddy's fingers if you want to cum," he orders before latching onto your other breasts, and the feeling alone has your body rutting up against his hand. The sensations you're feeling are positively addicting, and you keep chasing your high until you fall over the edge with a loud moan and trembling thighs.

When he's done, he tells you, "Good girl," making you blush at the praise. If there's one thing you always love, it's being praised.

"Now, get on your hands and knees, and spread these legs for me so I can see that beautiful pussy of yours," he tells you, and that's about all the warning he gives before ripping your panties off and throwing them somewhere to the side, making you gasp as the cool air hits your wet folds.

You're quickly doing as he asks, and he lets out a deep groan at the sight of your pink pussy and puckered hole. When you shake your ass a little to tease him, he's officially done for, and he gets undressed before sitting on his knees behind you.

"God, you're perfect for me like this, Sunshine. 'M gonna fuck a baby into you tonight; I fucking know it! Fill this pussy with my cum until it's dripping out, just breeding this cunt until you're round with my baby," Tony tells you as he lines up with your dripping entrance, sliding in carefully.

"Oh, fuck, yes! So tight around my cock, you like that, don't you? When my fucking monster cock is stretching out your delicious, hot, pink pussy?" Tony asks, and you nod.

"Yes, Daddy, I love it when you stretch me," you tell him as he bottoms out, a gasp leaving your lips from the force behind it.

"M not goin' easy tonight, Sunshine, will fucking ruin this cunt, because it's made to take it. 'S made for me to ruin as I use you as my fleshlight, pumping every drop of cum into it until it's dripping out and you're knocked up."

The combined moans, as well as skin slapping against skin, quickly fill the room, and Tony doesn't wait to set a ferocious pace, his balls constantly slapping against your clit as he fucks you into the mattress just like he promised.

"That's it, taking my monster cock like that! You're such a good girl for Daddy," he pants out as his orgasm creeps closer to yours since you're still sensitive from your earlier orgasm, and his balls keep slapping against your clit at the same brutal pace.

"You gonna cum for me? Yeah? Fuck, 'm close too, Sunshine, want you to fucking milk me as you cum. Want to fucking feel you squeeze every last drop of my cum-" is all he gets out when you clench, and every last bit of resolve Tony thought he had completely crumbles as he shoots his cum deep inside your pussy again, and you're milking him through both your orgasms.

"Fuck! I can't wait to see you pregnant again, Sunshine. Always so beautiful when you're carrying my child," he says when collapsing on the bed. Your body has given out, too, as you're flopped down.

"I can't wait either, Daddy," you rasp out. After Tony has cleaned up the most important parts, he carries you to the bath for a relaxing massage to soothe your sore muscles.

About three months have passed when you find out you're indeed very pregnant, and you can't wait to tell Tony, your Munchkins, and the rest of the family. Even though you're secretly hoping to have another girl, you would still be equally happy if you added a little boy to your family, too.

"Tony? Can you come here for a moment?" you say with a wavering voice as you're seated on the edge of your bed. Tony has just put Paxton down for a nap while the twins are at school.

"What's up, Buttercup?" he asks as he walks into the bedroom, but he quickly runs over when he sees the tears on your cheeks, worry instantly flooding his body.

"Hey, what's going on?" he asks as he pulls you into his lap. You show him the positive pregnancy test. As soon as Tony looks at it, he knows what's going on; he's seen enough of them in his adult life to know what a positive one looks like.

"I can't believe it; we'll have another baby. Maybe it will be a Little Princess, just like you've been dreaming of, or a Little Prince to complete the family," Tony says as he holds you close, and you both let your tears flow freely.

"What do you think about the name Easton? It's suitable for both genders, and I love how it turns the kids' initials into 'HOPE," you tell him with a watery smile. He nods before capturing your lips with his.

"It's perfect," he whispers as he takes in this moment. You're pregnant for the third time with his baby, and he feels like the luckiest man on earth. That night, you tell Hudson and Orion about adding another brother or sister, and they couldn't be happier.

"Do you already know what it is going to be?" Hudson asks you, but you shake your head.

"No, but we have decided that their name is going to be Easton," you tell them, and you let both of them sit with their hands on your belly for a while, even though they can't feel the baby kicking for a long time.

"I can't wait to meet little Easton. I hope they're just as cute as Paxton," Orion says, and Tony nods.

"So do I, Babygirl, so do I."

"Can we FaceTime all our grandparents and tell them the good news? Can we? CAN WE?!" Orion asks excitedly, and you nod. You're too tired to do it yourself now, and their excitement is the perfect way to tell them.

Not even fifteen minutes later, both Howard and Maria, as well as Virginia and Jackson, are visible on your laptop screen, and you wave to everyone while your head is leaning on Tony's shoulder. Before anyone can even say hello, Hudson is already blurting out the good news, making you smile.

"We're getting a brother or sister!" he says, and all the grandparents cheer and share tears.

"Their name will be Easton," Orion says, and everyone melts at the beautiful name.

"We will all come to visit you soon, Buttercup because we cannot wait to see our little grandbaby grow in your belly," Virginia says, and everyone agrees. With that, you've officially told your family you're pregnant, and you can't wait to share it with the rest of the world, too. But that won't be for another few months.

Now, you can live in your little bubble as little Easton grows inside you, ready to be brought into the world. Until then, they will be protected by you and everyone around you, too, and that's all you could ever wish for.

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[neuroticbookworm]

FRIENDS. FRIENDS.

Cooking Crush is undoubtedly one of the best shows airing at the moment.

Today's episode gave me so much life that I don't even know where to begin, but I'm gonna try my best to pull two (2) coherent thoughts out of my melting brain.

1. The Three Must-Eat-eers Conflict and Resolution:

Last episode had set up such a perfect conflict that's rarely handled well in any media: the bruised feelings of the single friend when the rest of the gang gets into committed romantic relationships. Most of the time this scenario shows up in media, one party will be framed as selfish and/or jealous. None of that nonsense here; Cooking Crush has always taken the friendship of its characters very seriously, especially Prem, Dynamite and Samsee. Samsee’s feelings were hurt not just because of his own fears of being abandoned by his friends, he was also (rightfully) mad that he ended up as the only friend who was kept out of the loop of knowing that his best friends had boyfriends now. But Prem and Dynamite did not intend to do this, and they were also right to set their own pace in making their relationship public, but it’s just that the string of accidental reveals happened in an order that made Samsee feel like a third-wheeler in his own home, twice over.

Cooking Crush treats its characters with a lot of kindness and empathy and it shows. Prem and Dy wanting to keep their relationships under wraps for the time being is valid. Samsee feeling hurt and lost, and opting out of the competition is valid. This episode begins with the drama of the cooking competition and works its comedy (thank you for the chuckles, wildly gesticulating White Man) and romance (my poor heart swooned all over my rib cage when Ten helped Prem into his chef clothes). And when the time came for the big reconciliation, the show does not sweep away Samee’s very hurt feelings just because Prem and Dy struggled without Samsee for most of the first round of cooking. He apologizes for ditching them and Dy was having none of it.

(Dy, my perfect child, oh how I love you with my entire heart)

Perfect resolution. and a well-earned, most adorable group hug to bookend it. I truly could not be more in love with this show. Or can I?

2. Miscommunication? Nah.

Well, this episode also featured the Annoying Asshole Chef dude who’s determined to pursue Prem even though it is very clear that Prem is not interested and would reject his advances, if only he stuck around long enough to actually get rejected and not run away from him like a goddamn coward. I was furious when he positioned himself as an actual option for Prem to Ten in this episode, and thoroughly enjoyed every moment Ten chose to call him out on his bullshit.

But y’all. The very inappropriate hug. The well-deserved punch to his stupid face. The storm-off. All of it had me very concerned that this is all barrelling towards a classic miscommunication moment.

BUT NO.

THE SHOW SAID THERE WILL BE NO STUPID MISCOMMUNICATION.

NOT IN THIS HOUSE.

My problem with the miscommunication trope is that it ultimately positions the couple we are supposed to be rooting for as a weak team. Honest communication and vulnerability in a new-ish relationship is not easy, and it takes a lot of courage to take that step to be the one to spell out the facts, and trust that the other person likes them well enough to keep an open ear, and believe them when they say a meddling cowardly asshole is trying to get in the way of their relationship. Ten’s bravery was perfectly contrasted with the sliminess of the Annoying Cowardly Chef (I refuse to learn his name, he is not worth my braincells).

Oh but Ten wasn’t done yet!

I absolutely adore how he moves the conversation away from that pesky little pest of a human towards something that matters more: his desire to make things official with Prem. The Annoying Asshole Chef was not the focus of the conversation, Ten and Prem are. And it all culminates in an incredible kiss and a camera swoop that already has a permanent little shrine in my silly little head.

TAKE MY HEART, COOKING CRUSH. TREAT IT WELL.

#cooking crush #tenprem #offgun #off jumpol #gun atthaphan #neo trai #aungpao ochiris #thai bl

[desert-fern]

I Just Need a Hug - Mickey Garcia X Reader

Pairing: Mickey Garcia X Reader

Summary: Your week has been awful; your boss is a dick, you're overworked, and you just want to scream. When your husband beats you home, you can only hope to keep it together long enough for you to handle it on your own. Unfortunately, Mickey has a different idea.

Warnings: your boss is a dick (a small dose of misogyny for added measure), Mickey being an absolute gem, cuddles, crying, bad days, barely proofread, again very self indulgent...

Word Count: 3k

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Fucking men! You had had it up to the atmosphere with how done you are. In another spectacular combination of how much shit you could take, your day had sucked. Your supervisor, a middle aged man who was clearly done with life, had decided to make his problems your problems and now you were now stuck managing two entire labs as well as supervising your own projects. So it was only natural that your head was pounding as you pushed your way through the double doors leading to the parking garage. 

Everything hurt and you felt restless, like there were ants crawling under your skin. It was enough to make you shudder. You took a deep breath, blowing out the air and trying to get the proverbial monkey off your back. But it was no use. The monkey stayed stuck, and your mind continued to race through the endless possibilities of how you could have been better, how you could have been more organised, how everything seemed to fall at your feet. 

It just wasn’t fair. 

None of it was. You were good at your job, you wouldn’t have been promoted if you weren’t. So why then, did this one fucking man feel the need to belittle you and act like you were his emotional trash can? 

The thought was enough to make you cry as you drove home. Road noise blurred together with a stupid repetitive song on the radio and it was making you more anxious by the second. But turning it off didn’t help. 

It was like whatever was crawling under your skin had settled there, content to move around as much as it wanted. And it did. You felt itchy, your head pounding with both a headache and from the stress that clung to you from work. 

Your drive passed in a blur. It definitely wasn’t the safest you’d ever been while driving but your head had firmly trapped you in a feedback loop, forcing you to relive the painful moments from today, over and over and over. 

Sometimes your brain was a cruel fucker.

Parking in your driveway was simultaneously the best and the worst thing to happen to you today. It was a relief to be home, to finally get to see your husband after he’d been gone for a week. Of course you’d seen him yesterday, had your own little reunion last night, and early this morning, but it also meant that you couldn’t just shrug this funk off like you were used to doing. 

Mickey would goad you into telling him what happened. His kind brown eyes were always able to pull a confession from your lips, whether you wanted to or not. It endeared him to you and frustrated you to no end because some days, you just didn’t want to talk. 

Trudging up the steps, you unlocked the door and dropped your bags on the floor of the entryway. Your keys clattered in the little bowl that they lived in while not in use, and you could hear Mickey moving around nearby. He was either in the kitchen or the living room, and you weren’t ready to talk just yet. So you slipped your shoes off, creeping up the stairs as quietly as you could. 

You weren’t avoiding him on purpose. 

Who were you kidding? You definitely were. 

But you had your reasons. 

You just needed some space, that’s all. Time to de-people as Mickey had taken to calling it. But the way your head was buzzing was new. You had only just flopped back on the bed, blowing out a deep breath, when your clothes suddenly felt too tight, your throat too dry, and your mind too busy. 

You drew a shuddering breath, trying to will away this funk that had settled deep in your bones. “Just get changed,” you told yourself. “You’ll feel way better.” The calm and rational part of your brain was whirring brokenly, clunking along to the same rhythm as the pounding in your head. 

Hands shaking, you undid your belt and struggled to undo the button of your work pants, making you swear violently, and the frustration bubbled over until you could do nothing but slide to the floor and bury your face in your knees. 

Mickey had heard the thump from upstairs and turned the music down in the kitchen to listen for any noise to indicate what had just happened. “Mi vida? You okay?”

You heard his voice from downstairs, the not so subtle emphasis on his last question. He knew. 

Fuck. 

You were trying so hard not to worry him. He’d just gotten home after a routine training course a few hours away in Lemoore that had had him away for just over a week. Mickey would be tired. He didn’t need to deal with this. 

You could keep it together for dinner. 

So you drew in a few more shaky breaths, pressed the heels of your hands against your eyes, drawing bright sparks of colour flashing through your vision, and stood up. A few more tries and you undid the button on your pants, pulling them off as though they would bite you and throwing them in the direction of the hamper. Your shirt was next and you found yourself flopping back onto the bed, groaning. The task was simple enough, but between the sensory overload, the tag of your shirt scraping the back of your neck, and the sheer overwhelming nature of the task, you found yourself unwilling to even attempt it.

It could have been minutes or hours later, but you had plucked up enough courage and stripped off your work shirt before rifling through your husband’s drawers to find the softest, most worn shirt he had: the baby blue one that he had purposefully bought a little larger.

It felt like security. Like a safety net. 

And it always made him smile when he saw you in it. Mickey had never told you why it made him grin his thousand watt smile, but you loved it because the glimmer in his brown eyes always seemed to shine brighter whenever you grabbed this shirt. 

Putting it on felt like heaven. The soft fabric draped over you, warming where your skin touched it, and you could finally breathe. Mickey’s cologne washed over you, replacing the anger, the frustration that had coursed through your veins with the comfort and warmth that always radiated from your husband.  

For the first time since you left work, you were able to draw a full breath. 

All because of your husband. 

Downstairs, Mickey had gone back to making dinner, listening over the music as he heard you moving around. The creaking of the wooden steps had given away your journey from the bedroom, but he still pretended not to see you until you wrapped your arms around him from behind, burying your face against his shoulder blade. 

“Hey Mouse.” Your voice was muffled against his skin, very glad at how your husband had forgone a shirt this evening. He was warm from the stove and shone in the dwindling golden light from the sun through the window. The short curls that Mickey had let grow out in his time between deployments, glimmered in that same light, scattering threads of gold through his normally deep black hair. 

You had been awestruck by his beauty when you had first laid eyes on him, and now? Now, even with your eyes screwed shut and face pressed into his back, you could see him behind your closed eyelids as clear as could be.  

“Mi vida.” You felt the rumble of his voice beneath your cheek and grimaced slightly when Mickey pulled away, the pan before him clanking against the back of the stove as he turned off the burner. “I missed you, carina.” 

“I missed you too.” 

He drew you back into his arms, pressing a few kisses to your temple as you pushed your face into his neck, breathing him in. “No kisses for me, carina? What’s a man to do?” Mickey’s gentle teasing had you moving to look at him despite your better judgement, knowing that he’d seen right through the feeble mask you’d slapped on before coming downstairs. 

“Sorry baby. My head’s busy tonight.” Mickey glanced down at you before grinning into your kiss. “I missed you all week, Mouse. The house was really quiet.” Your voice was small as you suddenly fought off a wave of tears that wanted to fall, the shift in your body language jarringly abrupt and had your husband glancing down in concern. 

“What’s wrong?” 

You shook your head. “Nothing’s wrong. What are you making?” 

“That spicy pasta you love. What’s going on?” Mickey dismissed your attempt at shaking off his question and the furrow between his brows had your stomach sinking. The intelligence in those chocolate brown eyes combined with that little furrow made you want to dash your soul at his feet and beg him to fix you, but you couldn’t. 

You wouldn’t drop this on him on his first day back. 

Trapped in your thoughts, you went over the last week in your head. Your boss had called you too emotional three days ago in a poor excuse for a reason why you were suddenly doing more work for less money. You fought him on his excuses, calling his bluff at every turn, demanding answers. 

The dogged nature that had worked in your boss’s favour too many times had been turned on him, and as expected, he was not a fan. You knew that you were entitled to these answers, that you deserved an explanation for your troubles. 

“This is why I don’t work with women. They can’t be objective. Stop being hysterical and get back to work.” Your boss’s words echoed through your head, reigniting the frustration, the suffocating feeling you had had and turned your husband’s arms into what felt like prison bars. 

“… vida? Mi vida, what happened? Where’d you go?” Snapping back to reality, you jolted back, pulling out of your husband’s arms. You heard the confused sound that slipped from his throat and it sent waves of regret crashing against your heart. “Mi vida?” 

You couldn’t meet his gaze, staring at your bare feet. You knew that Mickey was watching you, you could feel the heat of his eyes as they ran over you. He was hurt, that much you knew. 

And you wanted to fix it, but it was like your mouth had been sewn shut, your mind’s vocabulary erased in an instant. You couldn’t describe what you felt, let alone explain it to your husband as you stood lamely before him. 

The lump in your throat grew as tears pricked your eyes. You squeezed them shut, trying to prevent the waves of emotions slamming into you, but it was no use. 

With a strangled sound, you crumpled to the floor, drawing your arms around yourself and letting the dam break. Tears flowed down your cheeks in rivers, your breathing turning ragged and desperate as you cried. 

Mickey was beside you in a heartbeat, pulling you onto his lap, and holding you to his chest, uncaring of your tears wetting his skin. His heart broke for you, wanting so desperately to fix whatever had made you break down like this. Distantly, he heard his mother telling him “Mijo, sometimes a girl just needs to cry. You don’t have to fix a thing, just be there,” and he resolved to do just that. 

So he sat there on the cold, hard floor, arms wrapped around you and let you cry away the pain and tension of the last few days. He had begun humming gently, pressing gentle kisses to your temple, and occasionally, letting reassurances fall from his tongue in the Spanish he knew you loved to hear. 

If a few tears fell from his own eyes, he would never tell you. You needed this cathartic release and Mickey was just glad that he had been here for you. “I’ve got you, mi vida. It’s okay. Let it out.”

You could feel the heat of Mickey’s palm gently moving up and down your back, drawing you back into reality as your sobs quieted and eventually stopped all together. “Mickey,” you murmured into his neck. 

“I’m here, carina. I’m not going anywhere.” The softness of his voice damn near set you off again and you cuddled closer to his chest like you were trying to crawl into his skin. Mickey kissed your forehead gently, burying his nose in your hair, trying to offer a fraction of the comfort you gave him on a day to day basis. 

“I know, Mouse.” Your voice was hoarse from your sobs and you hated how wet it sounded. It sounded weak to your ears and it was exactly the kind of reaction that your boss would condemn. “I’m sorry.” 

“Carina. Look at me.” Your husband’s voice was quiet but firm, refusing to hear another apology fall from your lips. “Never apologize to me for something like this. You hear?” 

“But..” 

“But nothing.” Mickey had taken your chin between his fingers, gently pulling your face from his neck to meet his eyes. “We said ‘for better or worse’, didn’t we?” 

At your wordless nod, he continued. “Then you know I mean it. What would you say if I apologized after a nightmare, hmm? That you are here, that you aren’t going anywhere, right?” 

Another nod. 

“So believe me, mi vida, when I say that it would take a whole lot more than you ugly crying all over me for me to even entertain the idea of leaving.” Mickey’s chest rose and fell under your hands, breathing deeply after his speech. “Te amo, carina. Te amo mucho.” 

“I love you too,” you whispered, leaning forward to rest your head against his. Your heart felt lighter after you cried, but you still felt strangely numb. 

Mickey kissed you gently, your first real kiss since you had come home. The first time you had kissed him in a week. It was like coming home and when he pulled away, you nearly whined. “None of that now,” Mickey whispered. “You still have to tell me what happened to make you so upset.” 

You opened your mouth to argue, but quickly shut it at the look in your husband’s eyes. There would be no dissuading him from this. You swallowed harshly, ducking your head back into his neck. You were still trying to avoid the gentle curiosity and worry that blended together in the eyes of the man you loved. “Had a shit day and I really don’t want to talk about it.” 

“Mmm.” Mickey’s quiet hum made you smile for some reason. “You know mi vida, a woman I love very much once told me that letting a bad day fester is never good, and that the best cure is a big hug and ranting and raving like a lunatic.” 

You groaned, hating when he used your own words against you. “I did say that, didn’t I?” 

“Did you? I could have sworn that that was my other wife,” he teased, chuckling at the face you made at his words. “Not to worry, carina. There never has been anyone but you since the day I met you.” 

“I know Mouse. I know.” Your head had gone fuzzy with the multitude of ways to explain your past week but none of them flowed together in a way that communicated even a fraction of your experience. “I… I just don’t know how to begin…” you trailed off, risking a look up at his face. 

Mickey was watching you, his rich brown eyes meeting yours and holding your gaze. An unspoken intensity lingered there, but knowing your husband, he wouldn’t pry. But he never had to. His gentle eyes, his strong arms around you, and the soft strength in which he carried himself never failed to make you feel safe and you wanted  to spill your guts. Dash every hope, wish, prayer, and thought you had made during the week at Mickey’s feet. You wanted… Well, you didn’t know what you wanted. 

Sensing your dissociation, Mickey poked the end of your nose, chuckling when you jolted at the feeling. “Just start from where you can, okay mi vida?” 

And you did. Your story rambling and twisting as you tried to detail every last horrible second of your week when Mickey was away. He sat quietly, listening to every stumbled over word, nodding and making small sounds of acknowledgement, support, or whatever the moment called for, and you found yourself falling more for your husband. 

Once you had finished your rant, you seemed to collapse into Mickey’s chest, your palm coming up to rest against his pec, settling into his arms. He tilted your chin up to gaze at your face, smiling and began peppering your face with kisses until you started giggling. 

“Mouse!” You shrieked, swatting at him playfully. 

Mickey kissed your chin once more before moving to kiss you gently. After a week apart, kissing him seemed to act like a balm over the wounds inflicted during the week. “I love you, mi vida.” 

“I love you more.” 

“Not possible.” 

You slowly untangled yourself from him, standing up. “Come on. You have to be hungry.” 

Mickey’s eyes narrowed playfully. “I certainly am.” He stood after you, moving quickly and caging you against the counter. “But I never said anything about food…” 

“Mouse…” Your nickname for your husband came out in a gasp as he stood over you. He moved to drop to his knees, but you caught his elbow, pulling him back up and hugging him tightly. “I just need this first. And maybe food because I didn’t get lunch today.” 

Your husband smiled, content to just stay like this, with his arms tight around you. Sex could wait, food and what you had deemed cuddles were what you needed most right now. And Mickey would be damned if he didn’t give you what you needed. Even if you just needed a hug.

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A/N: If this came to you on a day that you needed it, I'm so happy that it could be a smidge of comfort for you. If you need more cuddles, check out my one and only Bradley one-shot "A Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day"

Tagging a few possible interested people: @roosterforme @joaquinwhorres @sarahsmi13s @roosters-girl @startrekfangirl2233 @dakotakazansky @cherrycola27 @cassiemitchell @thedroneranger @lovinglyeternal @bradleybeachbabe @twsssmlmaa @becks-things @blue-aconite @teacupsandtopgun @beccaanne814

#I Just Need a Hug #mickey fanboy garcia imagine #mickey fanboy garcia x reader #mickey fanboy garcia #mickey garcia x you #purely self indulgent #idk idk

[drdemonprince]

if you ever have the time and space to answer this i'd be very thankful

how can i take any let downs by friends less personal and continue giving people chances/inviting them in and being vulnerable without hurting myself/gettung hurt in the process? i'm guessing the answer is to find a balance, but are there ways to go about it easier? no matter how much i try to communicate and and manage expectations... i appreciate my friends greatly, but still i often feel let down when they cant come to things that are important to me though i understand that things can happen and theres usually reasons for not being able to make something and i am not their priority number one in a system that exhausts all of us- it just keeps happening and i don't want to grow bitter and alone but cherish the people in my life and trust they are trying their best

I think you can start by practicing being more flaky and unreliable and more reliant up on your friends' grace as well! When we feel resentful, it is often a sign that we are doing far too much, and not having our needs cared for. I used to be one of the most reliable mother fuckers around -- it was my senior superlative, actually, Most Reliable! ha! -- and I resented just about everyone for being less put together, less likely to follow through, less prone to doing what they said and saying what they'd do than me. I was a bitter little Type A overachieving cunt who considered myself superior to everyone (in part because my hyper literal Autistic ass believed that if you said you were going to do something, that meant you absolutely Had to Do It and Why Would Anybody Lie about a thing like that?)

Today I am a fuckin MESS and I am a much better person for it. I amble up just barely on time, I cancel plans, I forget things, I tell someone I can't make it even if in the most literal sense I could but I don't feel like it -- and many of my friends are tired, spent, fuzzy brained exhausted messes too! And it's fine! I have some friends that I regularly rely upon to cancel our plans because it frees up a little extra room in my schedule that I always wind up needing. I'm not mad or disappointed in them for bailing, my ass is relieved because I definitely have some shit to get to myself and probably four other people that I'm kinda letting down at the moment. It's not that any of us lack concern for one another, that's just what being a busy adult is in this day and age. We have work and creative pursuits and lots of friends and fucking and exercise and tile to regrout. Shit happens. It's not a big deal if I end up needing to see the movie solo or if we need to reschedule our breakfast date. Shit happens. I have too many actual problems to make a problem out of someone having a hangover and not being able to show up to my birthday or whatever. I missed their birthday last year, but I'll make it there this year, and maybe next time they'll make mine, too. The grace of accepting chaos washes it all away. My friends are my fellow comrades in the fuckin trenches and we each get to make one another's tours a little less miserable by understanding shit's crazy and fucked and that none of it is personal and that at the end, we still love eachother and are doing our best.

With time, may you find that kind of serenity and that ability to just keep on moving in life rather than fixating on the little slights and unpredictable things that will happen whether we fight them or not. Don't read too much into anyone's cancellation of plans or lateness or flakiness. Put your mind toward more interesting problems in your life, ones that some thinking can help solve. Easier said than done, but you'll get there. If my bitter anal retentive ass could become so sloppy and lovingly blase so can you!

[toska-writes]

i absolutely adore all of your platonic padawan stories, i think the friendships and sibling dynamics you write are incredibly well done. if this tickles your brain, could you write something for Wolffe? i love the “grumpy but only soft for the sunshine” trope, especially for him, i think it was made for him.

much love <3

<3 thank you so much

“Jokers”

Summary: Wolffe is normally closed off to many so it’s the perfect opportunity to try and see just how far you can push the line

Paring: Wolffe x GN padawan Reader (it’s not platonic this time… Just kidding! It totally is!)

Warning: none really- Wolffes there for you

Word count: 938 this one’s pretty short sorry!

Notes: I’ve been watching The last Of Us and omg I’m in love with the dynamic! Yes I did borrow a joke from the show- I spent so long reading very bad jokes

"Ok ok one more I promise." Your laughs broke apart your words while you tried to catch your breath. "I stay up all night wondering where the sun went," At this point Wolffe wasn't sure he would even hear the punch line, "but then it dawn on me."

You paused for a second doubling over laughing without a care in the world. Many passing on this foreign planet gave strange looks but it didn't seem you noticed.

A scoff escaped from the lips of the man that loomed overtop of you. His eyes already reaching to the atmosphere.

"Come on that one was funny!" You tried to reason with him as you whipped your eyes. "Did you not get it or something Wolffe."

He quickly put a hand up while another rested on your shoulder. "Believe me I got it." Wolffe was going to ring the neck of Sinker and Boost for all the jokes they were sharing with you. Maybe it was a conspiracy against him who knows.

You stumbled back from him grabbing your chest dramatically. "I'm hurt that my beloved commander doesn't enjoy my humor"

Wolffe stared at you for a moment. How was he stuck scouting with.... You.

Surely by the time they get back to the camp his eyes would be stuck in the back of his head from rolling them too hard.

You laughed again at the end of your own remark running ahead of Wolffe again.

"Oh come on Wolffe something has to make you smile more than that!"

"Commander we are expected back at 01900" Wolffe picked up his pace to keep up with his overly excited padawan.

It was your time to roll your eyes as you've seen over 1000 times. The thing that Wolffe needed to learn was that he didn't have to be alert and 'at work' all the time, and who better to teach him now.

"Wouldn't master Plo look stunning in a poncho like that?" You stoped abruptly at a brightly colored stall, fabric of many different colors hanged all around. A huge smile still painted your face as you looked up to him.

The poncho is question was one of the most hideous things Wolffe has ever seen and that's really saying something. He met your excited gaze wondering if you were waiting for him to respond to one of your jokes.

For the second time today he let out another scoff giving in to what you wanted. "Maybe on Comet." Wolffe added in a very quiet tone.

The look on your face however was priceless, and maybe that was worth joking around just a little bit.

You continued to weave your way down the crowed streets- clearly it was much easier for you to make your way through than the 6ft tall man with the 80lbs armor kit on.

Wolffe let out a gruff when you got a little too far in front of him. "Commander." He called for a second "Y/N"

Out of the corner of his eye as he continued to walk through the vibrant planet a figure emerged from a neighboring alleyway.

Wolffe couldn't shake the feeling that something was up and his suspicions were only confirmed when the figure spotted you.

The sounds drowned everything out around you, this planet seemed at ease and that was something the entire battalion needed. A person stood close beside you, Wolffe should have been the one at your side but when you looked up in was far from him.

"What-" you started taking a step back from the stranger. Your hand flew to where your lightsaber was hidden under your robes.

The person came closer to you now and was about to say something when a voice sounded from somewhere behind.

“You have three seconds to get away from the them until I have an entire GAR battalion surrounding you. Got it buddy.” Wolffe appeared with a look you’ve only every seen while on the battlefield. A lion of pure rage.

The stranger only frantically nodded a few times before hightailing it out of there. The smile from before was whipped off of your face.

Taking a huge gulp in you quietly said. “Thanks Wolffe.” You walked over and stopped at his side. “Sorry about that.”

Something inside of him twisted. He looked towards you once again, your face seemed blank without the show of your teeth like he was use too.

“Come on sir, I’m sure we can find something in these shops worth taking back to the group.” Wolffe guided you back on path of where you were technically suppose to be scouting.

Your eyes lit up at all the stalls around you as you ran from one to the next searching for something that peaked your interest. Wolffe followed this time more closely on your heels.

As he followed he thought back to taunting words of some of the Wolffe pack. “God what a softy.” “If only the commander was that nice to everyone.” “Turning into General Plo aren’t you?” The comments sounded in the back of his head.

The group was trying to patronize himself before, but watching you now he realized that you mattered more to him than he thought was possible.

“Heyyyy Wolffe.” You called him back from his thoughts, holding up something as you said. “Would you look at this. A joke book! We have to get it.”

Wolffe hoped that the soft spot wasn’t too soft as he stood there for a moment wondering what to say.

Taking a breath in as he joined you by the table he spoke clearly.

“Definitely not”

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#star wars clone wars #star wars #the clone boys #clone wars #the clone wars #my writing #toska-writes #clone boys #commander wolffe #star wars wolffe #wolffe x reader #wolffe x you #wolffe pack #clone trooper wolffe #reader insert

[anime-addict-362]

So Many Ways to Say Yes

Request: i may or may not want to duck his brains out; autocorrect is trying to unhorny me; yknow that one arc when the character has been abused or mistreated or feels unworthy or whatever so immediately assumes theres no aftercare and just tries to leave like "alright, ill be out of your hair then, sorry i took so long to pack up" and you just have to pat them and comfort them

A/N: I've never tried so hard on a smut oneshot 🧍‍♀️ I don't know much about genshin but thank you for requesting! I tried to not go too into details, considering I've only played around 4 hours into Genshin and didn't ge that far. Never heard of Xiao but I looked at videos, then took the request into mind while trying to write his character out. Enough talking, hope you enjoy! :))

CW: NSFW, Xiao x Female Y/N, Sub Xiao, hand jobs, anal penetration (male receiving), fingering (male receiving), oral (male receiving), fluff, lots of reassurance, aftercare

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Y/N eyed Xiao from the tree she sat under. It was a nice day and she needed a break after work. But jesus christ, what was he doing?

He was jumping around. That's the most logical thing she could come up with. Maybe practicing to be a ballerina? She snorted at the idea of him in a tutu.

Then he fell. It looked like it was on purpose, just falling on his face. She had to fight from laughing too hard, and exposing her spot under the tree.

She got up with a sigh when he didn't get up, going over to him. He was still face down in the grass. "There's a bug in your ear."

He jumped at the voice, then hit at his ear. "What?!" Y/N snickered, and Xiao frowned, smacking her as he stood up. "Go back to work, dick."

She gasped. "Dick? Me?"

"Yeah," He felt his going red. Why? He didn't really know.

"Rude," She chuckled. "And I'm done with my work today. I was reading."

Xiao stared at her. "Then what are you doing here?"

"I was reading there," She pointed to the tree, watcjing Xiao think.

Then his face went a deep red.

"You saw-"

"I did," She confirmed. "What was up with that, by the way?"

"None of your business," He spit out quickly, looking away.

"Okayyyy," She smiled. "I'll let it go, as long as you promise this isn't a sign that you should see a psychiatrist."

"I'm fine mentally," He waved her off.

"But physically..."

Y/N saw his face go red again. "I'm fine."

"You sure-"

"Yes!"

Y/N jumped at his sudden yell. "I have a pretty good doctor if you just don't want to tell me-"

"Please shut up," He groaned, burying his face in his hands. "No doctors. In fact, don't tell anyone what you saw."

Y/N stared at him, making out his mumbling. "Are you okay? Like actually."

He huffed, feeling her worried look. "I can't tell you."

"Why not," She looked at him weird. "You called me when your friend got his foot stuck in that toilet, how is this worse than that?"

Xiao couldn't help but snort, and knew that's what Y/N was trying to get. "You broke his foot."

"He stuck it in a toilet," She shrugged. "Not my fault. Now what's up? I won't judge you, I promise."

He hesitated. "No laughing?"

"None at all."

"No jokes?"

"Absolutely not."

Xiao groaned. He couldn't believe he was going to tell Y/N. He was going insane. Maybe he did need a psychiatrist.

"I uh," He gulped. "I can't... Get rid of my uh-" He coughed.

Y/N looked at him weird. "Spit it out or else I'll laugh in your face."

He groaned. "My- penis. It won't go soft."

Y/N blinked at that. "That's it?"

Xiao scoffed. "That's it? Really?"

"I thought you were going to tell me some issue with your ass or something, not that you can't come," She shrugged.

Xiao frowned, but he was glad Y/N didn't laugh. "Can you leave me alone?"

"I... That doesn't explain the jumping around," She frowned. "Is that like a kink or something-" She yelped when he smacked her repeatedly. "Okay! God!"

He groaned, going back to the ground. It was better there, maybe it'll swallow him whole.

"I don't know, okay," He ran a hand down his face when she sat by him. "It's driving me nuts. It hurts, I don't know what to do."

Y/N hummed. "How long?"

"Like since 3 AM last night," Again, he was thankful there was not even a chuckle coming from Y/N. He might actually try and snap his own neck if she laughed at his dick.

Y/N thought that over. "I know you said no doctors but-"

"No," He shook his head quickly.

"Alright," She nodded.

"You don't have to help me," He huffed. "Its awkward and weird, I'll just go back to my bed and die."

Y/N snorted at that, and looked down to his pants. Right, he always wore a cover. Which was understandable, goblins and mages didn't care whether a hit to your dick hurt, they'd probably aim there if they were smarter than they were.

"It's not that awkward," She shrugged. "Shit happens."

"So how many people have told you... What I told you," He stopped himself from repeating it. Once was far enough.

"None," She confirmed. "But there's a first for everything, no need to be shocked by everything that comes my way," She sighed, sitting up on her knees. "Do you want help?"

Xiao froze but relaxed soon after. She didn't mean it like that.

"I don't want anyone else to know," He peaked over to her. She looked at him confused.

"What, are you like loud," She snickered. "I'll gag you if I really have to, but I doubt-"

Xiao kicked her leg. "You want to fuck me?!"

Y/N laughed at his kick. "I want to help the fact you're in pain and yes, having sex seems to be apart of that," She cleared her throat, shrugging. "Doesn't have to go that far though, just until you come."

He opened his mouth a bit, then closed it. Was she being serious? "You don't have to-"

"I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want to help," She threw in there. "But if you don't want to, you have to promise you'll see someone for help. Embarrassing or not."

He huffed, for about the third time of that exchange. This was not happening- Was she really offering... Whatever she was, just to help him?

"Dude, it's okay if you don't want to," She chuckled. "Just wanted to help."

"I just..." He stopped, mind reeling. "What uh, what do you mean..  Help?"

Y/N shrugged. "Probably just start with a handjob, see where that gets you. If it doesn't help, might suck you off. But again, just what you're okay with," She leaned back on her hands with a sigh, stretching. "Could fuck me, really. But you'd have to give me a moment to get ready. For sure need a condom."

This was happening. This was happening? Jesus christ, she was being serious. "Are- are you sure," He asked, afraid that she wasn't actually okay with this. She was nice and would help him whenever but he didn't want her to force herself just to help his issue. It was his fault he didn't see a doctor, anyway.

"Of course," She smiled. "You seem miserable dude. And I'm fine with it."

He thought over it one more time. Y/N wouldn't do anything he didn't like, he already knew that. But was he okay with this? Was he okay with Y/N... Well, jacking him off? Was he okay with seeing her bent down between his legs and sucking-

Yeah he was, his dick behind the hard cover really confirmed it as he twitched. God, it really hurt.

"Okay," He nodded.

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure," He groaned, going to stand up, then yelped as his penis somehow got caught in the cover, but jesus, did it send a shock of pleasure with the pain through him. He sat right back down.

"Okay okay, lay the fuck back," Y/N snorted, and moved to sit on her knees in front of him, between his legs.

"Ri- right here," He hated how his voce rang up multiple octaves.

"Can you walk," Her question almost sounded like a challenge. "If you don't want to here, then at least take this goddamn cover off until we get to wherever."

He was just jumping around just fine damnit, why couldn't he stand? "What if someone-"

"They won't," Y/N assure him, hands moving to rub his thighs. "I promise, okay? I wouldn't be doing this here if I wasn't sure of it."

He gulped. "Can we uhm, at least move to the tree," At least there was shade, and some cover. But she was right, it was quite a long walk. He barely knew how he got over here with all the jumping around.

But he was desperate, so who knows.

"Of course, c'mon," She gave him a reassuring smile, helping him get up with her.

Okay, one step at a time. The tree was right there, and Y/N was going to- Okay yeah, he needed to hurry before his penis exploded.

Maybe he was being dramatic but the thought of Y/N helping him get off was very overwhelming, okay? Even if it wasn't exactly... New.

Okay so Y/N was hot, everyone thought so! It was okay for him to think it too. Even if his thoughts were shifting towards more romantic things, and less just wanting to fuck her into the bed things.

The things people tell him just because he's close to Y/N was insane. He didn't need to hear about their fantasies about her, it was weird.

So he was jealous- Fuck off.

Oh shit, he made it to the tree! Didn't even notice.

"Alright, get comfortable," Y/N spoke up, then smiled as he collapsed against the tree. He looked decent enough, really. Except for while he was walking, he didn't seem to be too uncomfortable. But she trusted him when he said it hurt.

Once again, she dropped to her knees in front of him, watching his face turn red quickly. "Any way I can do this that'll help you calm down?"

He shook his head. "I'm okay, it's just uh... I'm fine."

"It's just what," She asked, not wanting to fuck up somehow if she didn't have to.

"I don't.... I don't think I'm very good at this tyoe of thing," He gulped.

"Oh," Y/N smiled, and god, it was bright. "That's okay. It's just me. I won't make any jokes, promise."

Well since she was being nice. "But what if I mess up?"

"There's not much you can do to mess up," She chuckled.

"I disagree."

Y/N hummed at that. "I get it. You're nervous. But you really can't mess up here."

"But-"

"Xiao," She grabbed his face with one hand, successfully squishing his cheeks. "If you do something that wrong, I will let you know. I will smack you in this pretty face if I have to. Understand?"

He nodded and she smiled, letting go. "Lift your hips," She wasn't expecting him to listen instantly, but he was probably really wanting to get on with his dick to stop hurting. He was practically limping.

She slid the more loose pants off his legs, and set them aside. Her next step was tp take that damn cover off. Obviously, it was not helping him, other than hiding it.

"Not even a pair of boxers," Y/N asked, working on loosening the cover. Why did he need one so damn intricate? "No wonder your dick hurts, this is like metal."

"I know," He huffed. "The fabric was too rough."

"And the metal isn't," She snicked, finally taking the damn cover fully off. And damn, was it fucking messy. It looked like he had came repeatedly already.

Eh. She could deal with that.

She didn't bother waiting to grab his dick, but pulled away when he flinched, hard. "Did that hurt?"

"N- no," He shook his head quickly. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize," Y/N chuckled, and held onto his dick again. More carefully this time. "Rough or gentle?"

"Gentle."

She nodded, and gave an experimental tug. She expected another flinch, or a gasp. Not the moan that was practically yelled, and him fucking into her hand, not gently.

"Fuck," He practically sobbed.

Y/N raised an eyebrow but smiled in amusement, watching tears fill his eyes so quickly. She just kept her hand still, letting him do his thing.

He couldn't think straight. All he knew was that a cold-ish hand wrapped around his dick, and god, he needed relief. But he caught himself and stopped, pulling away. "I'm sorry," He was deeply embarrassed by the fact he was crying.

"Stop," Y/N sat up, moving to lean over him. He slid more on the ground during his moment so it wasn't hard. "It's okay, Xiao. C'mon."

He moaned again as she held his dick again, just as gently. And with her above him, smiling at him reassuringly, god, he needed to come.

"You were doing so good, fuck my hand again," She started moving her hand first, but stopped once his hips started to buck up, slowky this time. "Good job, you're doing such a good job."

He choked out a moan, hands gripping at Y/N's wrist and waist. "Don't stop, please."

"I won't," She assured him, despite knowing he was doing most the work here.

"Y/N," He gasped, hips stuttering. "Kiss me? Please?"

That caught her off guard, but she listened. She leaned in and groaned when Xioa slammed them together. The kiss was messy but Xiao was moaning throughout it, so she didn't complain.

"Thank you," He whimpered against her lips. "Feels so- You feel so good, please don't stop."

Y/N felt her breathing pick up. She didn't know he would be like this. She liked it though, how fucking whiney he was, hips excited to fuck just her hand.

So she kissed him, just as roughly as he did. He grabbed a handful of her hair to keep her in place, fucking into her hand faster. Her hand was absolutely covered in the old come, but she hoped more would be joining soon.

He pulled away to whine into her shoulder. "It's not enough," He sobbed, frustrated and embarrassed.

"Okay," Y/N nodded, taking a deep breath. "Just uh, give me a second, okay?"

He nodded, pulling away so she could do what she needed. He watched her every move, the way her arms flexed as she pulled her jacket, the way, her eyes closed as she pulled her hair up, and god, the way she looked at him.

He yelped as she grabbed his legs and pulled, quickly and roughly. She kept doing so until he was laying on his upper back and shoulders, and his legs were on her shoulders, successfully putting his dick and ass practically in his face.

This was so fucking embarrassing, what was he-

"Oh fuck," He yelled as her tongue ran up his length, her hands holding his hips to keep him from squirming too much. "Yes!"

She kissed his thigh but pulled away again. "What all did you do to try and get off?"

He paused at the question, mind running much to quick to process it quickly. "I uhm- I jacked off?"

"That's it," She asked, looking confused.

"Well," He gulped. "I took a cold shower and um... Fingered myself," He gulped again, looking away.

"Jesus christ Xiao," Y/N mumbled, looking to his ass. "Can I eat you out?"

So many different ways to answer that. So many ways to say yes. But he didn't think one really fit the situation like he wanted.

"Please, Y/N," He choked out, reaching out to hold her hand.

Y/N held his hand back, before going to eat him out. He immediately jumped, then moaned softly. So she brought her free hand up to jack him off, gently again.

Xiao could barely think. Y/N's tongue inside of him, the hand around his cock, and god, the way she fucking manhandled him so he wouldn't move. He could get used to this, he wanted more of this. He wanted this everyday, just Y/N.

God, the things he would want to do to Y/N if she let him. All of it went way past sex. No, he liked her more than that. He wanted a life with her, not just the sex, even though it sounded great.

And god, it was great. Y/N was relentless, obviously trying hard to make him come. It was just like, whenever he felt he was getting close, he just wouldn't come. He hoped that Y/N would make a difference, and yeah, it felt way better. But he still wasn't coming.

"Y/N," He whimpered after a few minutes of wordless moans, and grabbing at her. "It's- It's not-" He shook his head.

Y/N didn't want to give up at this point. Xiao was fucking close, she knew it. So she adjusted him again, letting his legs lean back into the air, rather than hwr shoulders.

She let two fingers slide in and almost groaned at how easily they slid in. God, this would be a great time to have her strap on her. Damnit.

She searched for that spot she knew was there, other hand wrapping around Xiao's hips so he was stop moving around so much.

"There," He gasped. "Yes, fuck, there yes, that's it," He nodded, hand going down to find Y/N's thigh. He really needed something to hold.

Y/N loosened her arm from his hips to go back to his dick. She let her fingers curl everytime she moved them in, to hit that one spot that was making him jump.

God, he was sobbing again. His mind switched from completely full, to absolute empty. He couldn't think, he only felt those goddamn hands. He wasn't sure what he was saying but hes pretty sure he was talking. Or just mindlessly babbling.

Regardless, he was past the point of embarrassment.

He didn't know when she added a third finger but he felt it when he felt his stomach twisting. He sobbed loudly. "I'm gonna cum, please Y/N," He gripped her thigh roughly, maybe too rough, but Y/N didn't say anything. "Oh- God fuck! Please!"

Y/N huffed, keeping her pace even. This was working.

Until it wasn't.

She sighed when Xiao didn't come, and felt his frustrated groan, a hand going up to wipe hie tears.

"This is pointless," He dropped his weight on her, not caring at this point.

Y/N thought this over. His cock was very clearly sensitive, a very deep red and he seemed to be getting tired.

Xiao was ripped from his hating thoughts when Y/N pulled away completely. "What-"

"C'mon," She threw him his pants.

"Did I- What are we doing," He asked, breathing heavy. No. He didn't want to stop. Even if it wasn't working- No, he needed Y/N. Fuck, no, she can't just leave.

"We're-"

"I love you," He blurted out, stopping both of them.

Y/N paused. "What?"

"I love you," No turning back now. "I'm in love with you, if anyone can make me come, it's you. Please don't leave me like this, Y/N, I'm begging you."

Y/N watched Xiao cry with wide eyes. It wasn't out of pleasure this time, but she could tell he was getting overwhelmed, he even looked scared.

"Xiao," She mumbled, sitting by him and holding him. He sobbed, holding her back. "I'm not leaving, I promise. I was never leaving. It's okay, take a deep breath."

"Don't leave," He could barely tell it was his own voice. It was shaky, and almost pathetic, but Y/N just held him closer, kissing the top of his head.

"It's okay," She assured him, lifting his head and wiping away tears. "Look at me."

He looked her in the eye and almost broke down all over again at the look in her eye. "I'm not going anywhere, I promise. I'm right here."

"I love you," He shook his head. "Don't push it aside, please acknowledge it, I love you Y/N. I don't want you to leave me after this, please don't."

Y/N sighed, kissing him. He groaned, kissing her back and then looked at her for her next words. Anything more.

"I love you too, Xiao," She wiped more tears away.  "I am head over heels for your dumbass."

He couldn't help but chuckle. "Do you really?"

"Yeah," She nodded. "And we'll talk about that later okay? I promise we will. But I need you to answer something for me."

He nodded. He was sure he would do anything right now, if she asked.

"Did you purposely not let yourself come because you thought I would leave you here," She asked, a thumb still caressing his cheek, despite most of the tears being dried up.

"No," He shook his head, then thought it over. "Maybe? I don't know, it could've been part of it but it wasn't on purpose. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," She smiled softly, then blew out of breath. "Thank god, I thought I was losing my touch."

Xiao smacked her arm, rolling his eyes. That was definitely her, alright.

Y/N chuckled. "Okay c'mon. Let's do this again."

He watched her move back between his legs, spreading them over her own thighs, so he was on display for her once again.

"Wait," He spoke up. "So what were you doing, if you weren't leaving?"

"Oh," She tilted her head. "I was gonna fuck you at my place."

He blinked. "...why not here, like everything else?"

"I wanted a condom, and my strap is in ny bedroom," She snorted. "I don't want to pop out a baby quite yet."

"That's fair," He nodded with a sigh.

"Mhm," She hummed, a hand pushing up his shirt. "Ready?"

"Yeah," Xiao nodded, looking to her with a small smile. God, he better fucking come, it was going to be embarrassing as hell if he didn't.

She wrapped her hand around he again, gently. The other hand made its way to his right nipple, moving her thumb over it before she pinched it, still gentle.

He moaned again, breathing picking up. "Oh fuck," He wished he could stop crying.

"Good boy," She hummed and he twitched, starting to fuck her hand all over again. And again, he wasn't gentle with himself.

"Call me it again, please," He practically begged.

"You're such a good boy, Xiao," Y/N grinned, watching him fuck her hand harder.

"Just yours," He whined.

"Yeah, you're my good boy," She kissed his chest, then moved to kiss his neck. "You're doing so good, c'mon baby, you can come. You're look so pretty, fucking up into my hand."

His jaw dropped as he whimpered, his orgasm sneaking up on him. "I- I'm- Y/N-"

"Yes, come baby," Xiao thrived at the way she sounded as breathless as him, and came all over her hand.

He gripped onto her hard, body jerking closer and farther from her hand. "Ah fuck fuck FUCK," His eyes rolled back, and it felt like it wouldn't stop.

But next thing he knew, he was in a bed. Not his, no. But looking at the room, he could tell it was Y/N's. It was so her.

"Sup," He jumped at Y/N's voice. She stood in the doorway to her room, eating something. "You're awake!"

Xiao sighed, sitting up. "God, what happened?"

"Dude, you came so much," Y/N laughed. "Its was so hot. But you pretty much blacked out from there. I almost took you to your place but my place was closer and you looked like you really needed some rest."

She walked away for a second but came back with another plate and handed it to him. "I cleaned you up but you should eat."

"Thank you," He frowned a bit. "For everything."

"No need to thank me," She shook her head, setting her plate aside. Go ahead and eat. We'll talk afterwards, okay?"

He nodded, head hanging.

She kept him talking pretty much throughout the whole time they ate, about random things. Events coming up, whether he had to do anything significant soon, or what he did over that week.

Then when they were done, Xiao laid back in her bed, waiting for her return. She said she was just cleaning the dishes but she was taking awhile. But she did come back, with his clothes, now clean.

"Thank you," He looked back down, once he had the clothes, seeing she even fixed a hole in the left pant leg. "Why'd you do that?"

"I got bored," She shrugged, sitting by him. "What's up?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you're pouting," She chuckled. "C'mon, talk to me. What's wrong?"

Xiao shrugged, because he didn't really know. He was happy, Y/N loved him back, she did all these great things for him, what was there to feel bad about?

"Is has to be something," She held his hand and he felt his eyes shoot to them. Fuck yes!

"I don't know," He spoke truthfully. "It's nothing specific. I guess... I feel bad that you did all this, maybe. Had sex with me in an almost open field, brought me here when I passed out, made me food, cleaned and fixed my clothes. I think it would've been easier to just take me home or just leave me there."

"Do you think you're a burden for me," She asked with a frown, and he shrugged.

"I guess you could say that."

"Xiao," She turned his head and kissed him. It was soft, and much more controlled than their other's. Her lips moved gently over his and he sighed, taking a tighter hold of her hand.

"You will never be a burden to me," Y/N looked him in the eye when she pulled away, still holding his face so he wouldn't looked away. "Everything I did today, I did because I wanted to. I wanted to do it for you. And you deserved it all, and so much more."

He sighed, taking a risky move to hold her. But she held him back, kissing the top of his head. "Thank you. You know... I'm so down for you to peg me."

"Now?!"

"Oh yeah."

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Pedri- Just another day at work

A/n: this is based on when Pedri met Joan Mir the motogp rider, if you don't know who/what that is you can ask me anything as I love the sport

wc: 2700+

Being entirely responsible for the social media of a motogp team is a lot as it is let alone when they add an extra event to the schedule but that's exactly what they have gone and done. In the midst of pre season testing the team have had to fly to Barcelona for some special event with Joan and a guest who I haven't been told about. Since finding out about this extra media day I haven't been too happy as it just involves a whole load more work for me and sometimes the people they bring can be extremely rude which I have learnt from experience. Safe to say these things aren't my favourite but I have to go and I will put on a smile the whole time.

Arriving at the circuit felt really weird as it was so quiet it was almost creepy as usually the paddock is full of people running around at all times but today it was pretty much deserted. When I made it to the garage we were using there was only a few people there but they were all waiting as the person we were filming with was yet to arrive. Despite me asking many times still no one would tell me who it was and none of the other crew knew either so we all sat and speculated who it could be based on the fact that we were in Barcelona. Many names were thrown around but most of them were footballers as of course the Barcelona football club is a big deal. Half of the people the crew suggested I'd never heard of and the ones I had I didn't think it would be as they are too famous to be here for the day.

After a while of speculating there was a bit of commotion out the back of the garage so all of us stood up and finally a few people walked in. To start with I had no idea who the guy was as I hadn't seen him before but one of the crew quickly told me he was an up and coming Barcelona player named Pedri. That didn't really bother me but what did was the fact that I thought he was so attractive I'm not sure exactly what it was about him but instantly my brain was flooded with thoughts about how attractive he was. Those thoughts had to be pushed to the back of my mind pretty quickly though as he came round to introduce himself to everyone which was very nice of him as usual the people who come don't do that. When he got to me I expected him to just shake my hand like he did with everyone else put he pulled me into a hug which made me blush but I think I managed to hide it pretty well.

Once everyone had introduced themselves we went through the schedule for the day and then got to work. The first thing we were going to do was film videos so I went to set up all the cameras and everything on the track which didn't take me too long as I got the cameras ready while waiting earlier. Barcelona wanted to do a 7 second challenge so we filmed that and I just got to sit and watch as the guys both had cards with the challenges on them so I didn't have to be doing anything other than making sure the cameras were working. The hardest part was trying not to laugh as the both of them were absolutely useless at the game but I managed to keep it together but my cheeks started to hurt from smiling so much by the end.

When we were done with filming we had a load of other things to do so I grabbed my other two cameras so that I could take pictures and film little bits to put together at a later date. First Joan got his leathers on and did a few laps around the track so I filmed him and Pedri but mostly Pedri because well I can and because his reactions seemed like a better thing to film. We did some more content with the normal bike before getting the motogp bike out of the garage. Pedri put on some of Joan's leathers and they played football together which I took pictures of although I was a little scared for getting hit by the ball. It was fun watching them mess around and I got a lot of good pictures of the both of them and Pedri which I'm excited to edit later.

Just when I thought we were done I was told I needed to go to the ranch where Joan trains on the dirt track to take more pictures. That was a problem because I don't live in Barcelona so have a hotel room near the track and walked here this morning so I have no way of getting to the ranch. Seeing as its just a dirt track none of the engineers needed to go so it was just me that needed to figure out a way there. While walking out of the paddock I was trying to phone a taxi but none of them wanted to come to the circuit so I was stuck having to walk so then I started looking at maps to find out where I needed to go. It was going to take me a while but it was my only option if I wanted to get there at all. Just as I was leaving I was stopped by a tap on my shoulder which made me turn around to see Pedri.

"Hey I overheard you on the phone earlier do you want to ride with me to the ranch?" He asked

"Oh um if thats alright then yeah that would be great" I replied getting nervous all of the sudden

"It's no problem" he said

I thanked him and we went over to his car which was a little green mini which wasn't what I was expecting as I thought he'd own some big expensive sports car but no he just had a regular car. He opened the passenger door for me which again took me by surprise but I thanked him anyway and got in the car. While he was driving we got to talking and I learnt a bit about his journey to play at Barcelona but also about him as a person and he asked about my life so I told him a bit about myself. Even once we arrived we just kept talking and laughing with each other which was so nice especially as I was nervous about him being rude but he's the complete opposite in real life.

We kept talking to each other until everyone arrived and was ready which is when I had to go back to work so I got my cameras and started taking pictures of Pedri watching Joan out on the dirt track. At some point I felt that I got enough pictures so I put my cameras away and just stood with Pedri to watch what was going on. He was asking me all sorts of questions about motogp and what Joan was doing even though I really don't know too much as I just do media during the season so don't know anything about the training process. It was fun to talk about my job though as I truly do love it and the sport so it was great getting to share that with someone.

The two of us watched for ages until it started to get cold as the wind began to get up which is when I regretted not bringing a jacket out with me but it was too late now. Once I got cold I couldn't think of much else which Pedri must have noticed as he took off his jacket and put it around my shoulders. I tried to refuse it and give his jacket back but he insisted as he didn't want to me to get cold. As he put the jacket back on my shoulders his hand grazed my skin which instantly sent shivers down my spine and made goosebumps appear all over my skin. The feelings I have for him and the amount that just a simple touch from him affects me is really bad because we were only supposed to work together for one day but now I want to see more of him. The worst part about it is that there is absolutely no way he would ever think the same way about me I mean he could have any girl he wanted being that attractive and a successful footballer so there's no way he would want me.

Pedri and I stayed for a bit longer before he offered to drive me back to my hotel which I accepted as it saved walking and it was a way to spend more time with him. Walking back there was a lot more people around the ranch as we weren't using it to film anymore so there was other people there to train. I'm used to the busy paddock during a race weekend but this was different every few seconds you had to watch out for a bike or a person which meant having to weave through the crowds. I kept losing Pedri when groups walked across my path so when I found him again he grabbed hold of my hand and led me through the crowd until we got to the car park. Even once out of the crowd he kept hold of my hand as we just walked next to each other he only let go once we got to his car as he used it to opened the door for me again.

The drive was pretty quiet as we just listened to music we listened to some of his favourite songs and some of mine to compare music tastes. His taste was different from mine but all of the songs he played I would definitely listen to again and who knows he may he's converted my tastes. When we made it back to my hotel I gave him his jacket back and then just stood in front of him staring. I didn't want him to leave but I couldn't think of anything to say that could get him to stay that didn't sound weird or like I was being desperate which I definitely don't want. He didn't say anything either and I could tell he was thinking but I couldn't tell what it was about. I didn't have much longer to contemplate it though as he broke the silence.

"Would you mind if I look at the pictures you took today?" He asked

"Of course not if you're ok with it you can come to my room and check them out" I said trying to act like I wasn't freaking out inside

He followed me up to my room and just stood next to the bed while I sat down and got my laptop out to transfer the pictures across. To try and make things less awkward I patted the bed next to me and he finally sat down and started to lean across to see the pictures on my screen. Like any photoshoot some of the pictures didn't come out great but he complimented every single one of them anyway. He was so interested that I decided to show him a few of the things I will do to edit the pictures but not everything as that would take too long but he was still so mesmerised at what I was doing. After doing a few I gave him the laptop and showed him how to do it and sure it didn't turn out perfect but I will definitely be keeping that picture for a long time. Once I had showed him how to edit and showed him a few that I'd done previously but that hadn't been posted yet I put my laptop down and just sat next to Pedri.

"Do you have any plans for this evening?" Pedri asked

"No other than maybe some editing" I replied

"Then would you like to go get some food with me of course you don't have to if you don't feel comfortable I get that" he started to ramble

"I'd love to just let me get changed first" I interrupted him

I got up and grabbed some other clothes from my little suitcase although I don't really have anything nice to wear as I mostly packed comfy clothes because when I didn't have work clothes on I thought I'd be traveling. Internally I was cursing my past self for not thinking that I might want to go out somewhere but then I realised that never in a million years would I have thought that I'd be in this exact situation. Somehow I managed to find something that wasn't too bad and luckily I had brought some makeup so I put some on quickly which definitely helped me not look as awful. When I was ready I left the bathroom and Pedri was waiting for me by the door so I grabbed my bag and we headed out together.

He drove us to a restaurant I'd never heard of before but that's no surprise as I don't spend much time in Barcelona but when we got inside I found another reason I had never heard of it and thats because it was incredibly fancy. Right away I felt out of place in there especially when people looked at me as we walked to our table but I tried to ignore it as I wanted to enjoy my time with Pedri. Once we sat down and got to talking I forgot all about how uncomfortable I was as Pedri had all of my attention to the point that I barely even noticed the waiter coming to give us our food. We ate and talked for a bit longer before he got the bill and I tried to pay at least half but he insisted that he pay as he invited me out so I didn't fight it too much as I knew he wouldn't give in.

Getting back to the hotel again I knew we would have to say goodbye to each other this time as it was getting dark and he had his life to get back to and I have a flight early in the morning. I really didn't want him to leave as I've loved spending time with him and as much as I don't want it to be this way I know we won't get to spend time together like this again. The both of us were just looking at each other stood in the doorway of my hotel room which probably looked strange to anyone walking by but to me it was a nice moment.

"I've loved today thank you for helping me out earlier and paying for dinner" I said breaking the silence

"Its all good I've just loved spending time with such a beautiful girl" he said complimenting me for the first time

"I'm flattered that you think I'm pretty in probably the worst clothes I own" I joked

"I'm being serious you looked gorgeous all day today from the second I saw you I knew I wanted to get to know you thats why I'm still here" he admitted

"I know you don't live here and we won't see each other often but I can't not see you again so can I have you number and maybe arrange a proper date?" He asked

"Of course I'd love that" I replied with the biggest smile on my face

We swapped phones and put our numbers in before finding a few days that the both of us aren't as busy and agreed to see each other again but until then he promised to FaceTime me at least a few times a week which I'm more than happy with. After arranging everything he pressed a kiss to my cheek before leaving to go home which left me stood in my hotel room wondering how all of this just happened and how my life could get any better.

#pedri imagine #pedri imagines #pedri gonzalez imagine #pedri gonzalez imagines #pedri oneshot #pedri oneshots #pedri #pedri x reader #football imagine

[yardofangels]

Hi Iris! I just wanted to ask if you had any general head canons about König (your AU or just in general) that you’d want to share? Anything about his upbringing, love language, unhealed trauma ect. that you’d want to divulge? Also I absolutely love your writing. The way you write König is definitely one of my fav interpretations of his character.

OMGGGGGG IVE BEEN W A I T I N G FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ME ABOUT THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM SO EXCITED YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND OSPDHVWEVNJWEGOH

thank you sm for your words!! im so flattered <333

for this one its going to be headcanons for my AU of könig. hope you enjoy!!

tw for implied verbal and emotional abuse, bullying, negative self-talk, mentions of locker-room talk, violence, and implied manipulation below the cut!!

könig's flaws and love language have a lot to do with his upbringing. don't get me wrong, it wasn't like what he'd heard of ghost's upbringing. könig had adequate food and shelter, and his parents never blatantly mistreated him. he was never kicked, or hit, never had things thrown at him; nothing was ever wildly hurtful.

but what he had suffered built up over the course of 17 years and had impacts that lasted much longer. shit that he's still trying (not) to work through today. shit that stayed deep within his psyche, that he came back to every time he failed and shit that whispered down his neck, telling him to push himself further.

from the outside looking in, he came from an entirely normal family. his mama and papa loved each other. they went to church every sunday, and beamed when people complimented how tall their boy was getting. könig was spoiled because he was an only child and never had to share the attention. he excelled greatly in the subjects of mathematics and science from the time he was 8 and received recognition for this at school.

but the outside never gets to see how bad you're hurting, does it?

he'll never forget the way his mother straightened his collar, scolding him centimetres away from his face, reminding him that if he gets anything less than a 19/20 on the upcoming test, he'll have no hope of being anything to them.

he still can't seem to shake the look on his father's face when his mother ranted and raved about how könig had tarnished their entire reputation by questioning the teacher's authority, how he was a disgraceful and humiliating child. the way his papa's bushy eyebrows pinched, and he ran a hand over his buzzed hair. the look that screamed 'if i say anything, she'll attack me too.'

none of it was loud. everything his mama ever did to him was only ever alluding to him being the worst thing she had ever done. it was the words, the mind games, and the inability to fight back. he was trapped as a youth. trapped in a household that yelled 'i love you', and whispered 'but only when you are my projection of what you should be.'

of course, it didn't stop there, either. he was torn into relentlessly at school, too. it was much like his home life, except with the added bonus of being thrown into trees and having his face dunked under sinks for extended periods of time.

y'know, typical kid stuff.

they grabbed at anything they could with him. his love of space, his braces (that never really did much to help his teeth in the end), his height, his size, his stutter. all of it. anything that indicated that he was different to the rest of the population was like a big, red target on his back.

what they did at school further cemented in his brain what he learnt at home.

you are worth nothing. you contribute nothing. you are nothing. all you are is an outsider. all you can be is an outsider. you are not attractive. you are not talented. you offer nothing. you are nothing.

this treatment from ages 0-17 is what led to his deeper flaws emerging from 17-25. his frequently infrequent contact with his mother and father, his tendency to distance himself from the other cadets, his daydreams of violence.

he didn't like crying. it sent memories of sobbing in the PE closet and into his pillow flooding back. he preferred to push it down, ignore it, and forget it happened. he would much rather be the first one out at target practice.

he still stuttered. so, he stopped talking. he resorted to closing his mouth, to wearing a bandana, to wearing a balaclava, to wearing his t-shirt. he liked fading into the background, even though his build wouldn't ever really allow it. he hated socialising. at first it was because it made him so nervous (it still does, but he won't admit that). he couldn't find the right words to make himself likable. after a while, he came to resent it. why was everyone else able to pick it up with such ease, but not him? where was the fairness in that? he eventually stopped seeing much point in speaking up more than necessary.

and girls never took interest in him during high school, so he didn't expect them to now. he was never upset with the women, he wouldn't blame them if they wanted nothing to do with him. it was his fellow cadets that drove him insane. talking of a new bird every day, objectifying them, degrading them. part of him wanted to join in; share this bond they seemingly had, talk about his own girl he used up. they made it sound so good. but a bigger part of him was wildly jealous and horrifyingly enraged at what they could say at times. it filled him with a fire that he couldn't quite understand.

this didn't stop him from a go on the local barrack bunny here and there. just to prove to himself that he wasn't entirely devoid of feeling.

he couldn't really pinpoint when the violence arose in him. it just. appeared to him one day. he realised while standing over another limp body that he'd killed someone and enjoyed it. that he'd taken their power away, just like his mother had done to him. his mother who had now disowned him for staying in the army for so long. his mother he wanted to destroy. his mother whom he could never destroy, so he destroys others instead.

eventually, he started pushing the limits everywhere he went. the more settled he got in himself as a man, the more he acted out. this is what landed him in jail. his rash decisions, his anger, his lack of all other emotion. it was eating away at him behind those bars, and he itched to take it further.

that itch only got stronger when he met you. you, who he now had to protect. you, who he saw meaning in. you, who saved him from being consumed by his darkness.

könig doesn't love in a particularly healthy way. i mean, i think that isn't too surprising given what he went through and subsequently put himself through. he loves possessively, he loves obsessively, he loves as if there is nothing else in the world but you and him.

to him, love has no definition. it has no 'right and wrong' other than hurting the person you love. if he has to hide something from you, it's because he doesn't want to lose you. if he has to use his words to twist your mind, it's so you never lose sight of him. if he has to protect you from the world, by any means necessary, it's worth it. if it's you, it's worth it.

he sees no problem in doing morally grey, or even impure things if it means you stay with him. after all, he loves you. you wouldn't deny him, would you? don't you love him too?

he knows it'll never get to the stage where you question him, though. he can see you are wholly dedicated to him. it's only more fuel to him being able to do what he wants to you. he knows if you were aware, you'd like it.

in terms of love languages, könig's biggest is physical touch. he just loves that skin-to-skin contact with you. he loves how much bigger he is compared to you, he loves wrapping himself around you, to the point where it almost looks like you two are one entity. you're just so soft and warm; he can't ever get enough of, in some way, having your skin on his.

aside from that, you'll often find that he shows his love in acts of service. anything from sweeping the kitchen to building a house, if he can serve you or protect you, he'll do it. he's unsure where this tendency came from in him. he just enjoys keeping busy.

he particularly appreciates words of affirmation from you. something he never really received growing up. he would never ask you to praise him, never even admit that he likes it. but when you slip the occasional 'you're so good to me, baby' or 'this is wonderful, you did amazing', he melts. he's a sucker for being told he's good enough, or that he did well.

könig sure as hell isn't perfect, but he's working on being better for you. he's doing what he can to make sure you never see the vulnerable child in him. the wrathful teenager. the uncaring man. he wants you to have the best of him.

and you do, because you bring it out in him naturally.

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yeah!! that's it!!! i tried desperately to not talk to much but there's just so much to say. so many things that this post could lead to.

thank you so much for reading this far!! pls reblog if you like it, and send in more requests!! it makes my day!!!

#irisintothevoid #irispenandpaper #iris answers #call of duty mw2 #mw2 #konig call of duty #konig cod #konig x reader #konig imagine #thats right i said it konig has mummy issues #he is also extremely so obviously autistic #i think he also has daddy issues but to a lesser extent #his dad never did anything to directly hurt him but was a bystander in it #so much here #ily tho!

[bomberqueen17]

oops

lol yet again i missed doing my friday update schedule. in my defense, a lot's been going on. before I say anything else I should also say-- DMs on Tumblr currently do not work for me, the message thing shows me the preview but if I click on it, I absolutely cannot open the window, it will hang for literal days. I have the square blank in the corner of this tab as I am composing and no longer remember what I was trying to get it to open. So if you send me an IM on Tumblr I will only be able to read whatever of it is in the preview! So don't be offended if I never respond, because I can't write back because the window literally never opens. I got one to open yesterday but it was about 45 minutes and a lot of window reloading. I think it's safe to say that feature's just gotta be dead to me. RIP.

Anyway what's been up! my BFF from high school came thru Thursday night with her kids to stay in my cabin and i was a bit frantic getting the place ready, as it's not exactly listed on AirBnB. (She was like "oh wow this is a lot bigger and nicer than i thought" girl you were going to cram your children and yourself into a tiny half-finished shack with me? what??? jeez) and at the last minute Dude was like "oh i'm coming too" which, fortunately, I had put myself into a full-size bed on the pull-out couch so there was room for him to be there too but if this were any smaller a tiny house that would not have been possible. see, this is why i didn't actually build a tiny tiny house, it wouldn't have worked.

Anyway they left friday and i spent the day making sausage as fast as i could, and then in the afternoon dude helped me package it and then! i had! two full days! off! (ok i'm in the second of those days rn) so

saturday being My Birthday I made a snap decision that we were going to go see some art, so we drove over to the Clark Institute in Williamsburg MA (like a long half-hour away, it's not far) and saw some of my good buddies in the permanent collection.

(Mom used to take us kids there when we were little, and there are a lot of Renoirs and John Singer Sargent and some Frederic Rembrandt and Winslow Homer and whatnot, many of which I have seen so often as to consider old friends. (This Bougereau, Mom had a poster of on her bedroom wall, and I have always loved it. Apparently, my grandpa upon seeing it-- not the letters grandpa, the other one-- exclaimed of the one whose back faces the viewer "Oh Betty, it's you!" Betty being my grandma.)

I discovered quite by accident, while fucking around on my phone, that there was a Pokestop out in the courtyard, and the Pokestop was titled something about Jenny Holtzer, and i was like wait what and sure enough. There's a set of four white granite benches out there with Jenny Holtzer engravings on them.

This one is fucking brutal, as her shit tends to be:

[image description: a white granite bench engraved with the following text, somewhat darkened by pooled rainwater: "BY YOUR REPONSE TO DANGER IT IS EASY TO TELL HOW YOU HAVE LIVED AND WHAT HAS BEEN DONE TO YOU YOU SHOW WHETHER YOU WANT TO STAY ALIVE, WHETHER YOU THINK YOU DESERVE TO, AND WHETHER YOU BELIEVE IT'S ANY GOOD TO ACT."]

There was also a temporary exhibition of paintings and woodcuts/lithographs/prints by Norwegian artist Edvard Munch, yes including a lithograph of That Painting. Fairly stunning! Running thru October, I recommend it if you're in the area!

ok idk what else has been happening. i am so tired. i might play some pokey mans today but i also might just. not. really. do much of anything. which is boring and dumb and won't make me feel better next week when i have to go back and do more work and have achieved none of my personal goals. but sometimes brain no worky, and that's that.

#about the author

[kisskiss-slashslash]

I saw that you did child reader and I was wondering if you could do child reader with Jason reacting to them being pushed by the same lake he was pushed of,

It’s your choice to make it angst/fluff or just angst❤️

I love me some good angst, sooo. I wasn't sure if you wanted the reader to be Jason's child specifically or just a child who happened to be bullied just like he was, so I went with option 2.

Jason Voorhees when Child!Reader gets pushed into the lake

He is watching from the sidelines. The campers counselors haven’t done anything that warrants him killing them… yet. So for the first time in forever, there are actual kids camping at Crystal Lake.

But the things he sees make an angry knot form on his stomach.

These kids are just as monstrous as the ones back then. They picked one convenient victim, and now torment them endlessly.

Now the whole bunch of them chases that one child towards the lake, and Jason freezes in place, memories of that terrible day many years ago in front of his inner eye.

There’s a splash, and shrill laughter from the gathered little monsters. And the child tries and fails to pull themself onto the slippery pier.

You struggle against your fatigue from spending all day running away from your tormentors. Your arms and legs ache, and your hands are bloody and full of splinters from your attempts at pulling yourself to safety, only to be thrown back or have your hands stomped on by the other children.

Your face his hot with tears that remain hidden in the waters around you. You are about to just give up and accept your fate, when suddenly the laughter of the others turns to shrieks of terror, and a huge figure stomps onto the pier, flicking the other children aside as if they weigh nothing. Then, a hand grabs your shirt and pulls you out of the water.

You are dizzy and desoriented, coughing and sputtering while still flailing your limbs, as if you were still struggling to stay afloat. Only when the man sets you down onto the warm wood of the pier does your brain get the message that the danger is over.

You look up at your hero. „Th… thank you, mister.“

He pats your head, and walks you to one of the cabins, where he can be reasonably sure that the other kids won’t immediately throw you back into the water again, and bids you a silent goodbye.

While Jason made an effort to stay calm around you so he wouldn’t scare you, he is absolutely *furious*. None of the camp counselors did anything. And that was it. With the neglect they showed today, their lives are forfeit. He still wouldn’t harm the children, as much as he would like to. What was important that the camp would be closed again, and you could safely return home.

#slasher and child!reader #Jason Voorhees

[impyssadobsessions]

Bully: The Deal

I've been proud of what I wrote for a big story idea for Bully (the game by rockstar) but its still like first chapter and I probably wont get to it anytime soon. So I wanted to post some bits and pieces. Mostly showing like Pete's perspective and resemblance of like Gary and his Grandfather Also this is the game Bully so offensive language is kind of part of the deal.

Pete Kowalski have had many bad days in his life. As being a small and shy, but curious child, it was bound to be the case. Like the time when he was five and a bunch of boys poor glue all over his head. Or like the time he was eight and he watched his dog get hit by a car because he wanted to play outside with him.

The lady who hit the dog, fussed at Pete for not keeping him on a leash and demanded his parents pay for the damage done to the bumper. Pete never asked for another pet since.

There was also a time when Pete first started Bullworth. A bunch of bullies stuck him into a trash can and rolled him off of school grounds down into the beach path. He rolled straight into the water. Pete had to swim back to shore as the trash sailed off to sea. And that was just a few really terrible ones that came to mind, however, none of them compared to the deep sense of dread and anxiety of today. Well... maybe the dog thing was worse, but this was a close second. “Hello~ Earth to Fem-boy!” A hand waved in front of his face. The hand retreated back, like a pulled curtain, revealing a scarred face with a wicked grin. Gary Smith was back for another year at Bullworth. “I hate to disappoint you, Petey, but I don't swing that way. Though I know its hard not to stare. I'm an incredible. Human body at its peak.” Gary flexing his arms, “Humanities greatest achievement. Genetic marvel, really.” “Not mentally.” Pete bit his tongue as soon as he let his words slip. Cursing internally as Gary turned back towards him.

“Ooohoo hoo~ I see someone got started on their testosterone while I was gone.” Gary cooed with a nastier grin. Eyes sharp. Petey rolled his eyes, as he always did with the boy. Though he can't deny after the stunt Gary pulled last year, he was highly on edge. Just being in same room with Gary, set off his flight response. Pete couldn't imagine rooming with the guy again for another year or two. “Whatever Gary. What are you even doing here?”

“Oh, you know! Just like every snot-nose moron that infect these halls, I was.. forced to.” Gary gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, shaking it a little.

Pete raised a brow, his arms crossed. Forced to? “Yes! Girly-boy,” Did Pete say his thoughts out loud again? Though, with Gary, it could be that he read Pete's expression or that he wanted to continue for the sake of dramatic effect. “-Forced! Forced by the unfortunate trash that gave me life to attend this sorry God-forsaken zoo we call a school.” Gary flopped back on his bed, opposite of Pete's, arms crossed. His back against the wall. “Trust me, this is the LAST place I would want to be. Well, I guess second to that damn asylum.” Petey couldn't say he was shocked. Letting out a sigh, Pete asked mostly to himself, “Why me though?” “I don't know, Petey. Why don't you go ask Dr. Crabs-for-brains? After all, I'm sure he'll tell you with all the sucking up you had to do to get the title of HEAD boy. Or maybe he might even switch you with Hopkins if you offer some ass.” Pete's face flush with embarrassment and scrunched up in absolute disgust at the comment. “You're so gross.”

“I'm not the one sucking cock-” “Whatever, Jerk. I'm outta here.” Pete swiftly turned to walk out of the dorm. “Give the head a good kiss for me~ Right on the ass che-!” Pete slammed the door shut, a bit harder than he wanted to, but within ten minutes in the same room with Gary and Pete was ready to go back home. Too bad his parents wouldn't let him even if he did. 'You spend too much time inside!' 'Go out and play, son!' 'Don't you have a girlfriend, yet?' 'You're sixteen, Pete! Go to the park, go ride a bike, or get drunk at a party- just go do something!' Pete pinched the bridge of his nose while sticking his free hand into his pocket. To think he was even looking forward to the new year. He had FRIENDS.. well a friend and his friend's current... girlfriend? Jimmy never made it clear what Zoe was, but neither did Zoe. He was the head boy, which was bound to gain him some respect. At least by the smaller kids. The cliques were somewhat on good terms since Jimmy beat their asses again. Things were looking up for once. But... Pete should have known better by now, that anything that goes up must come down.

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“Here he is, Mr. Smith. The perfect model student of Bullworth Academy. Our Head Boy, Paul Kowalski-”Dr. Crabblesnitch stood up and patted Pete on the shoulder. “Peter, sir.” Pete corrected with a muttered. “Aha-yes yes. My mistake. Peter Kowalski.” Dr. Crabblesnitch's hand squeezing Pete's shoulder. His face keeping a stressed smile. “Head Boy?” The gruff voice of the older man asked with a raise brow. Pete tried hard not to frown as he recognized that tone. Mr. Smith plopped down in a empty chair right next to the one that was overturned on the floor. “This puny punk? Ha! He looks like one step away from wearing a dress and changing his name to Patty.” Okay, yeah. They were definitely related. Pete's face twitched in annoyance. “You must be Gary's grandfather. I can see where he gets his sense of humor from.” Petey outstretched his hand out towards Mr. Smith, trying to ignore the painful grip of Dr. Crabblesnitch's hand on his shoulder.

Mr. Smith tilted his head as his mustache swished back and fourth. Pete tried to keep his smile in place. He didn't want to appear weak or intimidated, but the silent tension was making Pete nervous. “Hahaha! Nice to meet you, Peter.” Mr. Smith burst out laughing while he reached out to shake Pete's hand. “Nice. To meet. You. Too... Mr. Smith.” Pete said through gritted teeth, trying to not let the pain show as Mr. Smith crushed Pete's hand in his grip. “Call me Allen, son.” Mr. Smith let go of Pete's hand and leaned back into his chair. He nodded his head slightly, as if he given Pete his approval. Pete let out a slight breath in relief. He folded his arms behind his back and rubbed his aching hand. Jerk. “Nice to meet you, Allen, sir.” --------------------

“So I thought to myself on how we could prevent the past from repeating itself and then it occurred to me. Our major blind spot is among his peers, thus entrusting a student with upstanding morals for the task was top priority.” Dr. Crabblesnitch looked over at Mr. Smith, “Of course, Gary Smith will be tested regularly as well to make absolutely certain that no tampering has arise.” This was a bad idea. A VERY bad idea. Pete couldn't stop Gary last year! He definitely couldn't, didn't WANT to this year. Gary did what Gary wanted too. He could fake it so easily and Pete... Pete was pretty certain all this would bite him in the ass. In more ways than one. “Hmph. Sounds like a lot of hoopla to me.” Allen's voice snapped Pete out of his daze. “S-sir! I was Gary's roommate last year and-and I don't think-” Petey stuttered. He had to say something, anything to try to get out of this. “Splendid! Then you'll already know what his condition is like with or without his medication.” “No-I mean yes, but-!” “Well! You've certainly convinced me, Crabblesnitch. I think its a wonderful idea.” Allen laughed loudly, standing up with a grin. Pete froze as he whipped his face towards Allen in confusion. What were all the adults on in this town?! The old man walked over to him, and slapped his back making the poor boy stumble forward. “I feel quite satisfied that this young lad is going to be playing caretaker to my grandson.” Allen barked. Pete's eyes danced between the headmaster and Mr. Smith. Confusion still written clearly on his face. “Ah, I'm so glad you've come to reason, Mr. Smith. Though Peter is not going to be responsible for Gary Smith's actions, he will at least keep us updated.” Dr. Crabblesnitch letting out a small breath of relief. Pete was too stun to reply. His fate was sealed, just like that.

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“Ah, finally some fresh air. I was getting tired of smelling all that bullshit in there,” Allen chuckled as he gave Pete a wink. Pete choked on a snort. “It was.. stifling to say the least.” Allen barked a laugh as he started to walk again. “Well, I'm glad there was at least one person that isn't stuck so far up their own ass that they can't smell shit around them.” Pete hummed in response, not sure how to take the compliment.

#bully game #bully scholarship edition #bully rockstar #bully cce #gary smith #peter kowalski #pete kowalski #Allen smith #dr. crabblesnitch #fanfic #excerpts #fanfic idea #I have pretty much a full chapter in my docs #Allen basically pays pete to be his inside man because he doesnt trust the school #pete stuck watching gary either way #jimmy isnt at school yet btw #so he's by himself for the first few weeks #I just ugh #wish i could transplant my ideas in full story without taking time to write it XD #canis canem edit

[the-rarest-sexiest-coinkydink]

can i request a frank x transmasc reader where it’s just very fluffy and possibly frank calling the reader “baby boy” ?

Anything For You (Frank Iero x transmasc!reader)

Word count: 1893

Warnings: none it’s just nice n wholesome 

AN: just saying, that video of Anthony calling Frank baby boy in Mexico has got me in a chokehold. Completely. I need someone to call me baby boy, like, right now. 

The sound of the front door opening made Frank smile; that noise meant that his beloved (y/n) was finally home from work. And, to make things even better, he was off work for the next week. Frank had every intention of making the most of the time together, spending long mornings in bed and days watching terrible TV on the couch, visiting some friends they hadn’t seen in a while, going to the local animal shelter again to look at all the dogs (and quite possibly bring one back home with them). He even planned on taking his boyfriend out on a proper date; the last two months had been incredibly busy for both of them, often working on entirely opposite schedules, and they’d had very little opportunity to make a proper evening of things. The closest they had managed to get was a Chinese takeaway a couple of weeks ago. So he wanted to take him somewhere a bit fancy for dinner, maybe to the cinema as well, if there was anything good showing. He wanted an excuse to dress up nice and fancy - mostly because his partner looked like an absolute bombshell in a suit. While he had time to, he desperately wanted to show the love of his life just how much he appreciated him.  

“Hey, gorgeous! How was it today?” 

(y/n) didn’t answer, and he turned to look over the back of the couch, slightly concerned by the lack of reply. His boyfriend was leaning heavily against the wall, struggling to take his shoes off, and looked absolutely exhausted. Before Frank could ask anything else, he managed to kick his shoes to the side, wandering over and flopping face down into his lap, groaning softly. 

“My brain hurts.” 

Frank stroked his hair gently, humming soothingly. “Oh, baby boy. Do you feel ill, or just tired?” 

“Just tired. Today was... long.” 

“It’s okay now though, you’re all done. And you get a whole week where you don’t have to think about work.” 

Nuzzling against his thigh, (y/n) smiled tiredly. “Yeah. Can’t wait to spend a whole seven days cuddling in bed with you.” He yawned, and his boyfriend poked his cheek. 

“Hey, don’t fall asleep down there. You can’t be comfortable like that.” 

“I am. You’re so soft and cosy. The best human pillow I could ever ask for.” 

He could feel himself blushing at the compliment - even when half asleep, his darling boy was still able to make him feel like the most special person in the world. “Come on, at least get out of your uniform. There’s a load of laundry ready to go in so I can just add it to that, and you’ll be so much comfier in pyjamas. I’ll sort out everything.”

“I don’t have the energy to go all the way upstairs. Just wanna lay here with you.” He sighed, shifting to slide an arm behind Frank’s back. “Love you.” 

“I know, handsome. I love you too. Could you sit up for a second?” 

When he did, rubbing the aching muscles in the back of his neck, Frank got to his feet and picked him up, making sure he was secure in his arms. (y/n) wrapped his legs around his waist, sighing contentedly. “This might work.” He kissed at his boyfriend’s neck, exhausted. 

“You do realise you’ll have to let go of me to get changed, right?” Frank couldn’t help but laugh at the little irritated whine he got in response as he carried the love of his life up the stairs, laughing harder at the sleepy glare he got when he put him down on the end of the bed. “Do you want me to help you get changed?” 

“Please.” 

“Anything for you, handsome.” He dug through his wardrobe for a moment, knowing that (y/n) very much preferred wearing his clothes to bed, and came back with a faded band shirt and soft checkered pyjama pants as he was undoing his shirt. Setting the worn clothes aside to add to the laundry pile, he raised an eyebrow at the sight of his lover reaching for the t-shirt while he still had the binder on. “Come on, baby boy, you know you aren’t meant to sleep in that. It’s not good for your ribs.” 

He chewed at the inside of his lip. “Don’t wanna take it off.” 

“I know.” He sat down, rubbing his back. “Would it help if I took it off for you? I’ll be as quick as I can, you won’t even have to look at yourself.” 

Nodding, (y/n) let himself relax, allowing his arms to be moved like a rag doll as Frank carefully removed the restricting fabric from his body. He had to admit, not having the pressure on his ribs any more was quite nice, and it felt like he could breathe properly again. That didn’t stop a few negative thoughts crawling at the edges of his mind, but Frank was quick to tug the shirt over his head, kissing him tenderly to take his mind off things the moment it was covering him properly. 

“That feel any better?” 

“... okay, yeah. It does.” 

“See, I know what I’m doing. Now, you wanna stay up here or head back downstairs?” 

“Downstairs with you.” 

“You sure?” 

“Mhm. I’m a bit hungry, I didn’t get my last break so I haven’t eaten in a while.” At the look of concern on Frank’s face, he quickly reassured him. “I’m alright, I promise. Could just do with a snack, that’s all.” 

Relaxing a little, he scooped him into his arms again so he wouldn’t have to walk and took him back downstairs, getting him comfy on the couch and tucking a blanket around his legs. He wanted to make sure he could take care of him as much as he possibly could. “So what can I get you? Water? Tea? I’m pretty sure we’ve still got some of that herbal tea you like. Or hot chocolate?” 

(y/n) pouted, making grabby hands up at him. “Can’t I just cuddle with you?” 

“You can, but not until you’ve eaten something.” Frank crossed his arms, and (y/n) knew he had little chance of talking him out of it. “So, toast?” 

He sighed. “Do we have any bagels left? And, tea would be good.” 

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure we do.” He grinned, glad that he’d given in. “Any requests on filling?” 

“Hmm... you can surprise me.” 

“Okay, coming right up.” 

He disappeared into the kitchen, rambling on about his plans for the week ahead as (y/n) leant back against the cushions, his head heavy with the need to sleep. Every single one of his muscles were aching, but he felt so comfortable and warm now... sleep tugged at his eyelids, and for just a moment, he closed his eyes. 

And then a hand landed on his left shoulder, shaking him gently. “Come on sweetheart, don’t go to sleep just yet. You need to eat first.” 

“But I’m sleepy.” He huffed, grabbing at his waist again. “Just come and cuddle me, Frankie. Just for a little while. Please. I can eat when I wake up.” 

“Do you promise me that you’ll let me feed you when you’re awake again?” Frank sounded stern, but there was a loving glimmer in his eyes that made (y/n) grin - he was winning him over. 

“I swear. Hey, later I’ll probably be hungrier, and we can order proper food. We should get pizza.” 

“Well, you know I can’t ever say no to pizza.” He grinned, sitting next to him and adjusting the blankets so they were both covered. “Come on. You win this time. Snuggle up.” 

Stretching over to dim the lights, (y/n) flopped happily against his chest, wrapping his hands in his shirt and humming with satisfaction. Resting one hand on his back and the other against the back of his head, Frank leant down and kissed his exhausted partner’s forehead, smiling at the way his eyelids were already fluttering closed. 

“I’ve got so many ideas for what we can do this week. I thought we could go see Mikey and his boyfriend, maybe get coffee together? I don’t know if that would qualify as a double date, but either way it would be fun. Oh, and I know you wanted to go back to the shelter, so we’re definitely doing that. I wonder if that Labrador is still there, you know the one that wags her tail every time she sees you?” He grinned, thinking back to the last time they’d visited. “Oh, she was a real cutie. Almost as adorable as you, baby boy. I swear, you’re the absolute king of puppy dog eyes. Every time you look at me like that, I just crumble - and you know it. Not that you need to, obviously I’d do anything for you, no persuasion needed. You’re the entire world to me. It’s just even more sweet when you do pull that look on me.” 

He paused for a second, unsure of whether or not he was actually brave enough to say what he really wanted to. Fuck it, he thought. They’d been together long enough that it hopefully wouldn’t be a shock for him to hear it. Besides, he had every plan of actually asking that all important question on their date later in the week. 

“I didn’t really think it was possible to love someone as much as I love you, you know? Like, you see romance on TV, and you read it in books, but it’s never like that in real life. Or maybe I just had sucky relationships as a teenager, I don’t know. But you... oh, you’re in a whole other league. There’s nobody else in the world who even comes close to you, and I don’t plan on letting go of you. You hear me? I wanna marry you. I’ll ask you properly soon, I promise, but I’m telling you right now. The thought of getting to introduce you to people as my husband is just... beautiful. And... you have never been this quiet before. Oh, of course.”

(y/n) was already asleep, snoring lightly. 

“Well, I guess it’ll still be a surprise when I ask you later in the week, then. Sleep well, baby boy. I love you endlessly.” 

#frank iero #frank iero x reader #transmasc reader #frank iero x transmasc reader #male reader #fanfic #fic #mcr #my chemical romance #drabble #oneshot #this is adorable i love it so much #someone call me baby boy pretty please

[miya-twins]

brain decided to be horrible today and think of the worst case scenario, aka one of the twins dies and leaves the other behind so here's my hcs on how they'd each handle it

tw for death, grief, unhealthy coping mechanisms and eating disorders under the cut

Atsumu:

would not handle it well, and it'd be impossible to miss even for a stranger. he'd punch whoever tells him and try to fight hospital staff if he's there. definitely has a public breakdown. possibly multiple public breakdowns.

people would of course try to support him, he actually has a pretty decent support system of friends and family who all also knew and loved osamu. initially, their comfort helps, but there'll be a point at which they'll try and start nudging atsumu towards moving on and that's where things will really go wrong, because there's no way atsumu would want to move on. he doesn't want to get over his grief and lead a happy life - after all, what's the point of happiness if he can't lord it over osamu when they're both old men? this means atsumu will feel lonely and progressively more alienated from his friends and family, feeling like none of them quite get the enormity of his grief.

while the severity of it would depend on the exact circumstances of osamu's death, atsumu would feel some form of survivor's guilt, blaming himself and wondering what he could've done to prevent it (anywhere from "I shouldn't have chosen a job that had me halfway across the country when samu died" to "samu wasn't properly looking when he crossed the street because he was watching my game live on his phone so it's my fault"). and when he fails at anything, and especially when he fails to recover and grows more distant from his friends, he starts feeling like the wrong twin survived, like everything would be better and everyone would be happier if osamu lived and he died.

as for volleyball, there's really only two ways I can see it go, and neither of them are good. one would be that he throws himself into it even more - to prove to himself he chose the right path in life, and to give his mind something to do to keep himself from going insane. except he was already giving it his everything, and trying to do even more is inevitably going to end horribly, with an injury he can't recover from enough to keep playing professionally, leaving him aimless and feeling very much worthless. the other way would be for him to drop volleyball entirely, feeling like he can't play properly anymore anyway, and if his life path can't bring him happiness, he'll admit defeat and go with osamu's. considering osamu has no kids, atsumu would inherit onigiri miya anyway, and he can't just give it to a stranger or let it die when it's osamu's dream. his life. atsumu has no passion for the food industry, but he'll do anything to keep a fraction of his brother alive.

(and if we were talking something with more heightened stakes, like a fantasy au or a pacrim au, where it could be more directly atsumu's fault that osamu died by dragging him into some magical war or a jäger, and where it's also easier to leave his established social circle behind entirely, atsumu could bring this approach to the extreme, stop dyeing his hair and cutting it shorter and part it to the other side, then open a restaurant. not that it would make him happy, but it would give the world an osamu. sure it's just a pale imitation that'll never feel right, but even a fake osamu is better than an atsumu who's the reason there's no real osamu in the first place)

Osamu:

also absolutely would not take it well. anyone who knows him would be able to see it, but he's at least trying to hide it. he'd also force himself into numbness when the grief gets too much, so he can then have his breakdowns in private.

forgive me for taking the guy who ends up as a chef and slamming an eating disorder on him the moment something in his life goes wrong but. come on. he feels happiness at literally every meal. now imagine that being gone for the first time in his life. now imagine that not being gone, even when atsumu is dead. imagine the intense guilt and shame for feeling happy about an everyday thing that will keep osamu alive, that'll let him heal and grow the way only the living can, while his twin is dead. yeah he's throwing that right back up. that and every other good meal he'll ever eat. he'd try and eat as little as possible, and when he does get too hungry, to make himself the worst, least enjoyable meals possible. cold, stale, charred, slightly rotting already, as long as it makes him disgusted instead of happy, he can maybe keep it down.

(also imagine a scifi au where you can just. take small pills that are tasteless but contain all the nutrition you need. the twins and especially osamu would always claim a day where you take those pills instead of eating is a day you survive but not a day you live. osamu would be doing a whole lot of surviving and no more living)

while osamu does have friends and family trying to support him, he'd try to close himself off as much as possible. he's well aware that he's a ugly mess on the inside, and he doesn't want to unload that on anyone else. and he also doesn't want to acknowledge that he could and should do something about it. he doesn't want their help because it might actually help. thankfully the only one who'd notice how much osamu is really hiding would be atsumu, and well. he's not around, so osamu can do whatever he want.

I can't see osamu upending his whole life, he'll continue running onigiri miya - if he takes atsumu's favourite fatty tuna onigiri off the menu because he can't make it without spiralling, that's nobody's business but his own. there's no point in him starting volleyball again, because it's too late for that. osamu'd definitely regret quitting volleyball. sure he was happier with his career, but it meant he spent so little time with atsumu when they could've been together basically all the time like they were as kids if he'd kept playing. especially if atsumu was at the place he died for volleyball related reasons (likely cuz almost all his travelling is due to volleyball reasons), osamu would feel like he had to die alone because osamu left him behind.

basically both of them would be devastated. they're used to being two halves of a whole, in a way other people don't understand because most people don't have a twin. they can't escape the grief because everything is always a reminder of the other. people call them by their first names to differentiate them. their nicknames match. they have the same family and essentially the same friends. everything they own or did, the other twin offered his opinion on without being asked.

and yeah, it's damn difficult to try and be happy when even the concept of happiness is tied to a stupid-ass contest with your twin, and you hate losing but you hate winning by default even more.

#miya atsumu #miya osamu #miya twins #haikyuu

[dark-elf-writes]

AND I"M BACK!

-(Would they still smile at them when they knew, still wear their face and hang off their arm as they chattered about everything that crossed their mind? How could they when they realized how tainted Yuuga was?)

Teddy swung the arm they were holding, tipping their head back to beam up at Yuuga again. Yuuga smiled again, pretending that it didn’t feel like their face was cracking. )

Poor baby! Hugs! All the Hugs! HUGS. They call you cousin because you are and you are in fact a child who was put in a shitty situation and just needed to survive. ACCEPT THE LOVE YUUGA

-(“ Bird !” )

One hundred percent the appropriate response here Teddy! Little jealous that my adult self could not get away with the same reaction buuuut still. 🤣🤣🤣

-(Teddy took the opportunity to leap from their arms. 

Five bodies lunged for them at the same time, but it was Izuku with limbs lined with green lightning that caught them before they hit the ground. )

I have multiple nieces and nephews as fictive kin and one bio nephew and EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM HAS DONE THIS AT SOME POINT! Excellent addition Lex! 100/10. Perfect example of the tiny chaos demon.

-I both love and hate the scene where Teddy gets hurt copying Kirishima's teeth. I hate little ones getting hurt, but I love how much personality you show. Kirishima is immediately like 'little dude I got you' with Sero and Tsu, the professional siblings right behind, but Yuuga freezing and the fear they feel, the failure, is so perfectly written. But then they realize Teddy still wants them there and moves. HDJivljckadngughjskdldj I CAN"T WITH THIS SCENE

-(Teddy took the opportunity to leap from their arms. 

Five bodies lunged for them at the same time, but it was Izuku with limbs lined with green lightning that caught them before they hit the ground. )

This is still the cutest rarepair and I can't. Tokoyami isn't shown to be very outwardly, comforting canonically -as far as I've gotten in the canon material- and this moment is just so precious and needed for Yuuga.

-(“You were a victim, Yuuga. None of what happened was your fault.”

“You sound like my therapist.” 

“My services are free of charge for this session, I assure you.” 

Yuuga let out a sound that might have been a laugh or a sob and lifted a hand to scrub at their eyes. “You are too good to me, mon ami. I don’t deserve you. Any of you.” )

YES YOU DO YOU PRECIOUS LITTLE SPARKLE! YOU DESERVE EVERYTHING! LET THEM ALL LOVE YOU!!!!!!

-Eri and Teddy in mini costumes is absolutely fucking ADORABLE TO PICTURE! Thank you for blessing my brain with that mental image. I really love this whole scene. Especially the consideration you took in how everyone is laid out in the living room and that you showed Harry's awareness of the student's needs, even as early as this is in his teaching them.

And of course the sugary sweetness of a giant room of sleepy kids is broken up by an oblivious baby outing his cousin's crush 🤣🤣🤣

-I just caught this but is Kaminari enby? I missed that before

- (Teddy would never be locked away in a cupboard,)

No, no he won't because you are there Harry!!😭😭😭

Sorry it's just chapter ten tonight! Today was long and I'm crashing hard! Still loving this and it's so much more comfortable to comment this way! I'm glad you're okay with it!

More will come tomorrow!❤️❤️

I adore you. Remember to take care of yourself!

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[creepycassidy]

Hi yes! i meant how alternate albert would react to reader feeling jealous and insecure in their relationship.

Yes!! Of course!! I hope you don’t mind that I set the scene a little bit (this turned out longer than expected)

also lmao at my use of a gif but there’s not enough content for what I would consider “Alt Albert” to look like aka without the mask 😭 I swear I’m about to start using Arthur Harrow as a fc for him

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Alternate Universe!Albert Shaw x Jealous Reader - HCs

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Warnings: None

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Read below the cut! ⬇️

Honestly, Al doesn’t do much to make you jealous!! (On purpose, at least)

He doesn’t really have friends or people he’s close to other than you and Max (sorta) and he’s never been one to catch someone’s eye.

Sometimes he can get a bit chatty though, but it’s innocent. He likes to talk a lot and tries to be friendly. He’s a magician and he works in retail. It’s basically his job to be charismatic. He can also be incredibly scatterbrained at times.

So, Al would be absolutely oblivious if someone other than you was flirting with him.

It does happen from time to time though, mostly with a single mom at a child’s birthday party here and there. He’s good with kids, can you really blame them?

They usually saunter up to him, giggling at his jokes and batting their lashes as they give compliments and ask questions about the performance.

“Oop, eyeah, no…I can’t tell! Magician’s secret!Would you like to see another one, though?”

He’s totally blind to their true intentions.

So, if you started acting funny after a particular party, Al would be so confused to say the least.

“Hey…hey, (Y/N). What’s up? I think we did pretty good today! Did you see the kids’ faces when Snowball came out?” He’d ask, giggling as he tapped you on your shoulder on the way home.

Your unusual silence would be deafening for him, and he’d take it as a hint to quiet down for once.

Al would spend the rest of the night worried and unable to focus on anything as he’d rack his brain for what he might have done wrong.

He always jumps to the worst conclusions.

That doesn’t mean he’d exactly leave you alone, though.

Throughout the night, he’d silently perform little acts of service for you like heating up your dinner and wrapping a blanket around your shoulders.

He’d sit on the other end of the couch, glancing at you through misty eyes. He wants to reach out and touch you so badly, but keeping himself at a distance is an act of service, too.

If you were still silent when the two of you went to bed that night, Al wouldn’t be able to handle it anymore.

He’d roll over, brushing the hair from your face. “Are you- um, did I do something bad?”

When you come clean about why you’d been acting so strange, he’d feel like such an idiot for not realizing.

“Jealous…? Please, don’t be upset at me, but I don’t really get it…Why?”

Even as you explained yourself, Al wouldn’t quite be able to wrap his head around the fact that you felt jealous or insecure over him.

You’re so wonderful! And gorgeous! And he sees himself as such a fool. It’s a blessing to be loved by you, in his eyes.

Al would scoot closer as he sat up in bed, looking at you incredulously.

“Sweetie pie, I- I don’t even look at anyone else. I don’t know where you got that idea but y’know if anything I should be the one worried…”

He’d be so sincere in the way he speaks to you, his eyes soft and understanding.

“I’m a big ol’ goof but not that big! Pinkie promise, okay? I never ever, ever break those.” Al would reassure you as you linked pinkies and he rubbed his nose with yours for a bunny kiss.

“I love, love, love you bunches, silly.”

Al would hold onto you extra snug that night with his face pressed into your neck while you spooned, not letting go of your hand as he slept.

In the future, he’d try to be extra aware of things that might bother you.

He was already super clingy with you, e.g., holding your hand everywhere you go. This would prompt him to become a little extra affectionate, though.

Catch him trying to introduce you to everyone new he meets.

He’d tug you over by your hand, proudly proclaiming just how wonderful you are.

“This is (Y/N)! We’re sorta two funny little peas in a pod, huh?”

Al loves you very much, and he wants to know that you know it.

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[sharkpupsblog]

😭 Rough Day 😔

A Katja x GN! Soul Rider Reader fanfic!

WOOOOO !!! Last req done!!! I honestly did not expect the fic to take this long but I kept getting distracted playing mini metro london 😭😭😭 so that’s why it took a while 😔. Also I kept remaking it bcs my brain has sadly turned into silly putty so it took me a few tries to find summ i was happy with 💔💔💔 this might be a bit short? So I’m sorry for that :( 💔 Ty @ mistfalldruid for the req!!! :D ❤️❤️❤️ anyways enjoy!!! :D ❤️❤️❤️

Summary: you have a rough day and you tell Katja all about it

Warnings: none.

You ride side by side with Katja. you have a strong grip on your reins your knuckles turning white you’re angry. You’re talking to Katja, and your horses walk along a trail as you talk. You had a lot of stuff happen to you today all of it bad and all of it in a row. Every time you thought ‘hey at least it can’t get worse from here’ it got worse. The first thing that happened wasn’t too bad you had gotten splashed by water thanks to someone riding right into a puddle unaware that it was there. You weren’t badly splashed, and it was just an accident, so you told the rider not to worry about it. You went into your stable to dry off and that’s when you found the second thing. You walked in to find your horse had gotten out of their stall and into the tack room they made a huge mess and ate some treats. You cleaned the room up and you tacked up your horse going for a ride. You rode to Valedale meeting up with Rhiannon for soul riding. She gave you three things to do and on the last lesson which was evading lightning your horse didn’t have enough time to turn and they came to a hard stop which caused you to fall off of them. They caught you completely by surprise as they did their hard stop and that’s what caused you to fall off. You fell onto your side, and you were covered by dirt and mud Rhiannon rushed to help you and you thanked her for the help, but you were extremely embarrassed. When you were all cleaned up and you finished all you had to do for Rhiannon you rode home stopping when you heard your phone ring in your pocket. You grabbed it from your pocket to see who was calling you and that’s when you got your last surprise of the day. Your phone’s screen was shattered when you fell it shattered how you didn’t feel or hear it was a mystery to you, but you knew from the look of the screen that you were going to need a new phone. You went home absolutely tired and sore from your fall. Your day was awful and all you wanted to do now was cry yourself to sleep and just forget about all the shit that happened today. life of course had other plans because as soon as you started crying you heard the door of your home open and then you heard your girlfriend tell you she was home. When Katja didn’t get a response back she looked for you all around the house eventually finding you in your room crying. Katja did her best to try and comfort you but you wouldn’t tell her what was wrong she couldn’t do much she decided to let you cry. She knew you had most likely had a rough day and needed to cry it out. Katja made sure you were fine and comfy, and she told you to find her in the kitchen once you were ready to talk. She walked out of the room leaving you alone to give you space so you could cry. You appreciated the fact that she didn’t keep asking you what was wrong and gave you space. When you were done crying you went to the bathroom to freshen up and once you were ready you went to the kitchen to see Katja. The woman sat at the table with a book in hand and a teacup in front of her which you originally thought was hers. When she heard you walk into the kitchen she looked away from her book and to you asking you if you were ok. You shook your head you still felt bad about all the shit that happened today. Katja frowned when you shook your head, and she stood up putting down the book and grabbing the teacup she walked over to you. She handed the cup to you and told you it was to help with the stress. You enjoyed the tea, and she asked you about what had happened today you didn’t really want to talk yet still too upset to so Katja suggested something she knew would cheer you up. The woman asked if you wanted to go riding and you accepted knowing a nice ride could do you good. Now here you were riding with Katja telling her all the crap that had happened today. Katja listened and she looked to you and then to your hands seeing how hard you were holding onto the reins she pats your thigh making you look at her and she gestured to your hands.

You looked to where she gestured and you blushed as you saw how hard you were holding the reins. You loosened up your grip on them and Katja didn’t comment on the blush normally she would tease you but you weren’t feeling good so she wouldn’t right now…maybe later. “I’m sorry your day was awful” she hummed and smiled “I think you might have a new record for most shitty things to happen to a person in a row on Jorvik.” She was playing with you in an attempt to cheer you up and it worked you laughed and nodded “I think I do yeah” you huffed and covered your face as you felt your blush get worse “I still can’t believe Rhiannon saw me fall off.” Your horse neighed apologizing for the hard turn, and you gave them a pat to let them know you weren’t mad you could never be mad at your silly horse. Katja laughed as she thought about how funny it must have looked when you fell, and she knew you must have read her mind because you nudged her and told her to “stop laughing!” Katja looked away from you trying to hide her smile “I’m not laughing.” You huffed when you heard her hold back laughter “yes you are!” you started laughing too “stop it! I’m being serious!” Katja began to laugh again, and she looked to you “make me!” she nudged Mortifa’s sides, and the mare sprinted. Katja had started a game trying to fully get your mind off of what happened today. You clicked your tongue and your horse ran after Mortifa. The two horses neighed loudly as they galloped, they were both having fun and so were you and Katja. Thanks to the game you were both playing you were now feeling much better. Katja’s game had the effect she wanted. All the stuff that happened earlier today didn’t matter anymore all that mattered right now was having a good time with your girlfriend.

TY FOR READING ❤️❤️❤️🐎🐎🐎

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