#is this because I constantly fall down the stairs? Maybe

[papercorgiworld]

I think it was love at first sight

Mattheo, Theo, Blaise, Draco and Enzo

You overhear the guys say they’ve been in love with you since the day they met you.

Warning? 10% foul language. 90% fluff. 100% cringe? Maybe. But let's just accept the cringe and live a happy life.

Based on this ask. I hope it’s okay? Happy readings!

Feedback is always welcome!

You were new at Hogwarts and your nerves were wrecking you, but you were lucky to have met Pansy on one of her good days. “Let me introduce you to some of my friends.”

There is no such thing as love at first sight. He repeated the thought again and again, because your smile, your voice, your eyes, the small details of your skin, your figure and the lovely way you introduced yourself… it was messing with his head.

***

You had planned to stay in your dorm for the evening so you could study, but your brain just wouldn’t have it. Finally giving up you decide to head up to the astronomy tower to clear your head. You hear whispers and quietly move up the stairs curious to find out who it is, but before you reach the top you hear your name and stop in your tracks.

Mattheo

“I hate (y/n)! She is so annoying. Constantly asking for attention.” You immediately recognise Mattheo’s loud voice and your heart gets squeezed tight at his angry words. “She’s the quietest girl in our year.” Theo’s calm voice relaxes you. “She’s infuriating!” Theodore chuckles. “I know being reasonable isn’t in your genes, but you’re seriously overreacting, Matt.” Mattheo groans, but seems to calm down a bit. “She’s constantly in mind, it drives me mad.” There’s a silence as Theodore takes a drag from his cigarette. “It’s not her fault, you’re falling for her.” Mattheo takes a few steps back as a defense mechanism. “I’m not falling for her.” Theo stares at Mattheo and Mattheo clenches his jaw, until he can no longer keep it in. “Fuck! I’m in love with her.” Theodore can not hide his amusement as Mattheo curses himself.

“No, seriously Theo, it’s not funny. It’s disgusting. I’ve caught myself thinking about how many children we should have. I’m turning into freaking Enzo, all sweet and giddy.” You bite your lip and feel yourself heat up as Mattheo mentions having children with you. “No worries, you’re not turning into Enzo, you still curse too much.” Mattheo sits down clearly not knowing what to do with himself. “You really have it bad for her?” Mattheo nods and chews on his lip. “Ever since Pansy introduced her to us at the beginning of the year, she’s just- she became my whole world.” It is then that Theodore spots you and an apologetic look forms on your face as you realize you've been caught eavesdropping. Mattheo doesn’t notice the silent interaction between you and Theo as he stares down. “I hate it, because I know I don’t stand a chance with her.” When Theodore doesn’t say anything Mattheo looks up at him. “Do you think I have a chance with her?”

Theodore’s eyes jump from Mattheo to you and back. “Why don’t you ask her yourself.” Theodore says as he signals to the stairs. Your flustered figure appears and Mattheo quickly scrambles to his feet as his heart starts racing at the thought that you might have heard something, leave alone everything. “How-how long have you..?” He leaves you with only half a question and you’re surprised to see this insecure side of Mattheo, but now it’s time for you to fess up. "Quite some time.” Mattheo’s eyes fill with panic and he turns to Theo. “Just throw me off of the astronomy tower, I beg you.” Theodore laughs. “I’ll do you one better, I’m going to leave you two alone.”

With Theodore gone you’re both forced to look at eachother. Mattheo’s hands hide in the pockets of his pants as he nonchalantly makes his way over to you. “So, assuming you’ve heard my whole uhm- rant or confession. Let’s just skip to the last bit, do I have a chance?” He stops only inches from you and adores your blushed cheeks. You rest your hand on his arm and slowly move into him to place a most innocent kiss on his lips. “I’ve wanted to do that since Pansy introduced me to you.” In an instant Mattheo is back to being his confident grinning self. He closes the last bit of distance and his hands find their way to your hips. “Also, two children.” You quip and Mattheo smiles, leaning in for an intense kiss. “I was thinking, four.” You laugh at his ambition. “Up for debate."

Theodore

“(Y/n), she thinks she’s some wise ass, but I’ve seen her look at my notes during class.” Enzo just nods, slightly annoyed he had to listen to Theodore complain about you again. You hold your breath as you carefully listen. “And she studies a ridiculous amount to get the same grades as me, so obviously she’s not that smart.” Enzo hums pretending to agree, but he can’t resist a snarky comment. “Too bad Slughorn disagrees with you.” Theo’s eyes roll to Enzo. Who’s side is he on? “Well, she’s dating that Fred guy, so she’s clearly dumb.” Enzo sighs. “They’re just friends.” “Really?” Theodore asks with obvious interest in his voice. Enzo nods. “Good. She’s too pretty and intelligent for a Weasley.” Theodore snares and watches the cigarette between his fingers. “You know the other day some weirdo Gryffindor tried to-“ Enzo sighs. “Ask her out? Yes, you told me. Do you know how often you talk about her?”

Theo frowns as he looks at Enzo’s bored expression. “I know.” Theodore admits and sighs. “It’s just ever since we met her at the beginning of the year, she's been on my mind all the time.” Lorenzo stares at Theodore's defeated face. He was the last guy to talk like this, so Enzo knew it was serious. “She is really beautiful, so it isn’t that much of a surprise.” Theo leans his head back. “It’s not just that. It’s like I want her around all the time as much of a wise ass she can be sometimes. When she isn’t around everything’s just empty.” Enzo stares at Theo and when he notices he immediately shakes his head. “No. It’s not what you think.” Lorenzo can’t help but laugh. “It so is!” “No.” Theo tries to protest. “You are so head over heels for (y/n).” Enzo can no longer hide his amusement and a soft laugh rings through the astronomy tower. “Yes, maybe.” Theo reluctantly admits. “Kinda, have been wanting to ask her out. I even have this whole romantic thing planned out.” Enzo’s happy grin gets on Theodore’s nerves, but he can’t help it. “This is so embarrassing. Enzo, promise me you won’t tell anyone that I’ve been in love with (y/n) since the day I met her.”

Hearing Theo say those words have you gasp and you quickly cover your mouth with your hand. Worried that they might have heard you, you take a step back, but the stairs end up making a lot more noise and you curse yourself. “Someone there?” You hear Enzo call as he comes into view at the top of the stairs. You smile sheepishly. “Who-“ Theo falls silent as pure horror fills his eyes when he sees your blushing face. “Look at the time. I’ve got places to be, bye.” Enzo jumps past you, hurrying down the stairs, but not before giving you a cheeky wink.

When Enzo’s gone you look back at the top of the stairs to see that Theodore has disappeared. You walk up to see him look at the stars as he lights a new cigarette. “Soo, how much did you hear?” He asks as he breathes out. “Enough, but I’m mostly interested in that romantic date you had planned out.” Theo looks you over from head to toe, wary of whether you were messing around or being serious. He gets rid of the cigarette and walks towards you. He loves how your curious eyes follow him and Theo brushes a strand of hair out of your face, carefulling tucking it behind your ear. “I know this small café that’s also a bookstore and there’s cats.” You gasp in excitement, already loving the idea. “But first you have to survive dinner with me.” You purse your lips as you pretend to think it over. “I’ll give it a try, for the cats and the books obviously.” You reach for Theo’s hands and squeeze them as he gets a little annoyed with your playfulness.

“Why must you be such a wise ass?” You smile at him with adoring eyes. “Can’t help it.” You gently push yourself up on your toes to kiss him. The little agitation that was boiling inside of Theo immediately ebbs away as he feels your warmth. It doesn’t take long for Theo’s fire and hunger for you to take over. His hand finds the back of your head keeping you in place as he deepens the kiss sending shivers down your spine.

Blaise

“You think (y/n) and that Weasley guy are a thing?” Blaise asks, pulling Mattheo from his book. Blaise crouches down next to Mattheo who was sitting against a pillar. “Don’t think so.” Mattheo shrugs, but watches Blaise stare in front of him in deep thought. “Why? You interested in her?” Mattheo questions as he wiggles his eyebrows. Blaise looks at Mattheo’s grinning face and throws his head to the side a bit, wondering if he could confide in his friend. “Promise me you won’t laugh.” Blaise’s seriousness has Mattheo close his book. “Sure.” “Ever since we met her on the train that day…” Mattheo silently waits, not blinking, but it takes Blaise a while to find the words and courage. “Damn it, I’m so in love with her.” Blaise is surprised and somewhat relieved that he could finally admit it to himself. “I said don’t laugh.” Mattheo throws his hands up in the air. “I’m not laughing. I’m smiling. I think you two look cute together.”

Blaise rolls his eyes but can’t help, but wonder. Really? “Most of the time I feel like we’re opposites, and yet at the same time I think she’s the greatest person alive. She brings a little sunshine every day. But she’s also weird.” Blaise looks at Mattheo for an opinion. “Dude, all girls are weird.” Blaise nods in agreement. “Yeah, but she's, like, crazy weird.” Mattheo’s typical filthy grin appears. “But she’s hot, though.” Blaise shakes his head. “No, she’s not just hot, she’s beautiful.” This time Mattheo can’t help himself and laughs. “You are sooo in loooove with her.” He sings and Blaise gives him a little shove.

Blaise gets up, embarrassed with himself now that Mattheo is teasing him, and heads for the stairs. As soon as you notice he’s coming your way you try to turn around as quickly as possible, but it’s no use. “(Y/n)?” With a guilty face you turn around. “I wasn’t listening.” Mattheo jumps up and joins Blaise, he can barely keep it together as his eyes sparkle with humor. “She totally heard everything. I’m leaving.” You chew on your lip as you look at your feet, while Mattheo passes you.

Blaise runs his hand over his face trying to calm himself down and you smile softly, feeling guilty. It really was wrong of you to listen in on their conversation. “I did hear everything.” You admit as you walk towards him. “Do you think I’m some weird obsessed guy now?” You laugh and shake your head. “No, apparently I’m the crazy weird one.” Blaise gives you an apologetic smile. “I said that, but I also said you were beautiful.” You lay your hand on his shoulder. “I also heard you say you’ve been in love with me since the day we met.” The slytherin in front of you slowly nods, his eyes never leaving yours. “Which is crazy a coincidence, since that happens to be the same day as I fell for you.” Blaise is surprised to hear that, but quickly closes the last bit of space between you two and rests a hand on the small of your back. “That’s a bizarre coincidence.” You hum in response as you both lean towards one another. The kiss starts slowly, but quickly turns fiery.

“I never believed in love at first sight, until you.” Blaise mutters as he rests his head against yours. “That’s really skeptical coming from someone who attends a magical school.” He smiles and pulls you in for a sweet and loving kiss.

Draco

Draco sits and stares at a shiny green apple, dwelling in deep thoughts about you and him. “Do you think (y/n) is interesting?” Blaise turns against the railing of the astronomy tower and frowns at Draco’s odd question. “You’ve been staring at that apple for too long.” Draco rolls his eyes, not pleased that his friend isn’t taking his question seriously. “I feel like (y/n) is fresh air to me and that’s been bothering me since the day we met.” This time Blaise takes Draco seriously. “What exactly are you saying?” Draco looks away from his apple. “She makes everything better and I always need more of her, her attention, her opinions, her stories, her soft caring attitude. It’s never too much. Before I met her I’ve never been this curious about someone, never wanted to be around someone so bad.”

Your heart swells at Draco’s sweet words, but of course Draco had to say something stupid. “Which is weird, because she’s not that interesting.” Blaise’s eyebrows knit together for a moment, before letting out a soft chuckle. “You are definitely interested in her, that’s for sure.” Draco scoffs. “No, it’s not like that… is it? Shit, you think? I’m so in love with that… idiot.” Blaise laughs. “Idiot? Just a minute ago she was fresh air?” Draco just glares at Blaise who tries his best to hide his smile.

“You should tell her.” Blaise suggests. “Tell her what exactly? Oh hey (y/n), fun fact, I’ve been crushing on you since day one, please love me.” You smile at what an utter idiot Draco is and decide to immediately shut him up by walking up to him. Blaise is the first to spot you and his eyes go crazy wide. “That indeed is a fun fact.” You say, making Draco spin around to see if he recognised your voice right. Blaise takes Draco’s apple from his perplexed figure and heads for the stairs. “See you guys tomorrow.” He says casually and you smile at him, but Draco doesn’t move.

“You shouldn’t be eavesdropping.” Draco manages to say after a few seconds of silence and you roll your eyes. You take a few steps towards him and start playing with his tie. “You’re an idiot, Draco.” He nods and admires how your fingers play with his tie. “I’m an idiot, but please love me.” Draco breathes out and you meet his eyes, surprised by his sudden courage even if it took the form of a desperate plea. His hands gently move over your arms until he wraps his hands around yours, squeezing them softly. “I’ve already been loving you since day one.” You confess and a surprised smirk tugs on Draco lips. “Seriously?” You nod and move into him. He’s still a little shocked and it takes him a second to kiss back, but the passion makes up for the wait.

Enzo

“You know, I was thinking about (y/n). And I was wondering- Do you believe in love at first sight?” Draco stares at Enzo, wondering where the hell the others are. Realizing that there was no else to answer Lorenzo’s question, Draco rolls his eyes and thinks about it for a second. “You’re asking the wrong person. I don’t even know if I believe in love.” Enzo frowns. “That’s just depressing.” Draco huffs. “But what does that have to do with (y/n)?” Draco’s question gets Enzo a bit flustered and he tries to play it cool, just lifting his shoulders. “Nothing.” Draco raises an eyebrow and chuckles. “You’ve got to be the worst liar at Hogwarts.” Enzo acts like he doesn’t know what Draco’s talking about.

“Come on, spill it, Berkshire.” Draco snaps, but Lorenzo is used to his attitude and ignores it, happy to talk about his worries. “Look, do you think (y/n) would freak out if I told her I had been obsessing about her since Pansy first introduced us.” Draco thinks for a moment. “What do you mean by ‘obsessing’?” You take a step closer so you’re sure to hear what Lorenzo has to say next. He takes a deep breath. “You know, nothing out of the ordinary. Just… I was thinking of a spring wedding, some small town by the beach kinda honeymoon, a classical house with a big garden for the creatures and five kids, you know that kinda stuff.” Draco honestly doesn’t know what to say. “Do you think she’ll run in the other direction if she hears this?” Draco nods. “Enzo, you’ve officially lost it. She’ll definitely run in the other direction.” Disappointment washes away Lorenzo's excited smile.

“No. She won’t.” You say softly as you make yourself known. Lorenzo’s eyes go wide as he sees you. “I think it’s sweet and I do believe in love at first sight.” You continue as you walk towards a blushing Enzo. “You two are disturbingly perfect for one another.” Draco jokes and Lorenzo glares, making Draco raise his hands in defense. “You give the absolute worst advice ever. Now get out of here.” While muttering some complaints Draco leaves you two alone and you can’t help but laugh. “You ask Draco for love advice?” With a sheepish expression Enzo raises his shoulder. “I was desperate. I was so worried you would freak out, but I also couldn’t keep it to myself anymore. (Y/n), ever since-“ You don’t let him finish and just kiss him like you’ve wanted to do since you met him.

Lorenzo doesn’t waste any time wrapping his arms around you and deepening the kiss. “I’m so freaking in love with you Enzo Berkshire.” He lifts you off the floor as he again locks his lips with yours. “I think we’re simping for each other.” You laugh and nod in agreement. “Definitely.”

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[softshuji]

Ran knows something is wrong.

There's a certain stillness in the air when you come home today and he- ever the observant one- notices it the minute you demurely shuffle into the house.

He's used to the clatter, the hustle and bustle of bags and shoes, your keys with too many keychains, a loud thump as you throw your coat over the arm of the sofa and drop your handbag and boots to the floor, a weighted and audible 'i'm back!' that he looks forward to every day.

He thinks he's used to your footfall by now, soft on the stairs as you make to the bedroom and toss your clothes to the bed, half on and half off and just as messy because you always have been like that, accessories piled on the dresser for later and headphones tossed onto the laptop on the desk. Here you are now, quiet still though, and heading straight for the en suite to wash your face and Ran pokes his head around the bedroom door to watch you kick off a skirt and trudge to the bathroom.

He follows easily, quietly, a fox stalking a rabbit, picking up your clothes and piling them on the chair before he leans on the bathroom door and watches you wash your face before pressing your palms to your eyes, holding them there as the water drips and slides along your chin with a plink against the white porcelain sink.

'Princess?' he says and breaks the silence, his baggy shirt falling over one shoulder, arms crossed over his chest and his head tilted in concern as you lean against the sink, close enough for you to catch the faint watery puff of redness under your eyes in the mirror now fogging up with your shaky breath. 'You good?'

You avoid him like you always do, because you hate that he sees through you so easily sometimes, that he's smart and clever and you wish he wasn't so when you put up enough walls for him to have to fight them down. So you shrug and turn away towards the cabinet to put your soap back, to rearrange things uselessly just so you can avoid turning back to him again, the outline of you stiff in a loose shirt of his.

You sense him move and a part of you quails because you know he is nothing if not persistent and maybe that's what it is, years and years of having to grow up too quickly, of constantly having to be more than enough for others that has changed and matured him in ways he shouldn't have to be, but that exist anyway. You wonder absent-mindedly sometimes, in the lower moments whether it all comes from Rindou, from Sanzu even. All the lessons learned in how to parent by himself because Rindou needed a father and a brother both and Ran always steps up.

His shadow looms behind you and you stiffen when he runs his hands along your sides, to your shoulders where he presses his palms, a smooth and reassuring pressure along your shoulder blades and back, running to your neck and down again, a tug that has your back hitting his chest and his head resting against yours.

'Bad day?' he says, his breath a whisper against your ear, warmth tickling the faint hairs on the nape of your neck as his hands come around to your stomach where they rest against the hem of your sweatpants.

'Maybe,' you say, non-committal and tense still, refusing to show it, refusing to lean into him because it burns you somewhere inside that he gives himself to you so freely and that you have an issue accepting it anyway, that it's a weakness to let yourself be cared for by him in the way he is so eager to give so often. You fall back on this a lot, the same thoughts, the same reasonings, the same love you wish was easier to accept from someone who wants to give it.

He hums with a press of his lips to your temple. 'Yeah, me too. Total shitshow today.'

'You okay?' you turn to him then, quickly, a bunny ensnared in the trap he has so easily lain, all pretense forgotten and he clicks his tongue at it all.

'See I knew you'd do that.'

'Do what?'

'You do it a lot. Forget about yourself if you think someone else needs you more.'

A chill runs along your spine, tickling the base of your neck. 'Because it's true and I don't like talking about it.'

'It's not.'

'Not what?'

'True,' he says, his hands now skimming over your arms, settling on your hips that he pulls to bump gently against his own, thumbs grazing the soft flesh that slivers between the shirt and the hem of your sweatpants. 'None of it. There's nothing noble in constantly ignoring yourself, not when you need care too.'

Something stirs in your throat, tears unbidden and swallowed, a twitch of your eyebrows that has your ears ringing and you hate him, hate that it must feel easy to him to peel you back like this, as if all the time you've spent carefully curating yourself doesn't mean anything.

'I don't,' you say, stubborn as ever and shaking your head, a forceful willingness to push the hurt and ache down, to quell the tears that he brings so freely. 'I don't need anything, and nothing is wrong.'

He raises an eyebrow at you then, a lift of his chin and a slow shake of his head, purpling strands of silky hair curling over his forehead and it makes him look boyishly handsome, beautiful and open and endearing and honest and you would kiss him till he knew and believed if you could.

'Don't,' he says. 'Don't do that. We don't do that Princess, you know we don't.'

You look away then, escaping from the heat of his stare, all knowing and terrifying and direct, the flash of lilac and lavender that sees through your tough skin, your tough and stubborn exterior. 'I don't know what you're talking about.'

He lifts a finger, holds your chin between that and his thumb, smooth circles from left to right and so soft, so reassuring, even now when you're convinced he must be annoyed, must be bothered by the bother of you. 'We don't do that Doll. We don't be mad and then not talk about why and expect the other to magically know, and then get angry at them when they don't. So tell me what's wrong yeah?'

You mumble, a slip of words that crumble at the end, the weight of all his softness, all the learning, all the reassuring gathering with the tears at the back of your throat. 'You're not upset at me? You don't think I'm bothering you?'

You like when he smiles. Just as he's about to. You like it even more when he holds the back of your head and tucks you against his chest like so, your voice muffled by the cotton, by the warmth and constancy of him, his heart beating against your cheek, a steady tap that melts into the rhythmic circles drawn against your back. He leans his head against yours, lips caught on your hair, the vibration of his deep and sultry voice reverberating in your chest.

'Did I ever say I was?'

'No, no you didn't.'

'Then don't you think it's unfair to assume that I am Princess? Make my decisions for me?'

You clamp your lips shut, opting instead to lift your arms around his back, press him into you, curl around him as a cat would, soft muscle and fine bones that make him so real and so tangible under your touch, that you could spend hours marveling over alone. 'Just dumb that's all. I had a shitty day and my coffee press broke and I got wet in the rain and I'm tired.'

'Mhm, go on.'

'And I'm angry and want a bath and I feel bad for complaining when it's not that bad in the grand scheme of things y'know?'

'Mhmm who said though? Who said it's not that bad? It's relative don't you think? Bad shit is bad shit, I wouldn't ever expect you to be happy with it.'

'I...I don't like needing things, you know this.' You turn your cheek, lay it flat against his chest, the tap and boom of his heart thrumming against your ear.

'I like needy Princess, I like being there.'

You hate him, you love him, you wish it were easier to undo all the old lessons beaten into you, especially when you know he's so eager to please, so eager to be needed by you, so eager to give if only you'd accept it. You wonder how it happened. How a man with one family member, who has seen enough death for a lifetime can hold you like this- gently- soft, fingers that move deftly across your skin, a feather touch to your spine, to your chest, to your hips that he lightly squeezes at, pulling the hurt from you with every press of his lips to your hair.

'Sorry.'

'No need Princess, nothing to be sorry for. Now how about that bath?' and he pulls you back, tears soaked into his shirt for him to toss later, the effort of his love shining through when you give him a watery and shaky smile, the edges of your eyes still puffy and red rimmed but calmer now, holding his hands against your cheeks.

It never hurts and he never gets tired and you wish you were able to talk about it more. That you think he has fixed some part of you left dormant, left broken, and even if he hasn't, you can admit his hands feel good, feel nice when he runs them across your skin, and across every painted and embellished scar.

As if he doesn't see the multitudes of jagged edges, as if he loves them anyway. He does.

reblogs appreciated!

I had a terrible day and needed to make myself feel better lol

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☁︎ charles leclerc x female reader

☁︎ there is nothing better than carving pumpkins with your husband and your little girl

☁︎ no warnings just very sweet dad! charles content ahead<3

☁︎ i’m really excited for this, i love dad!charles so much you guys have no idea..i love this fall celebration fic idea idk why i didn’t do it before…

Across the table lay a sheet of fabric to protect the delicate cherrywood underneath from the pumpkin seeds and goop that was about to take up the space. You and Charles had taken your daughter Alia out to get some pumpkins to carve for Halloween. Of course, you had to take a little road trip to find only the best according to your husband, Alia had the time of her life that day.

“Maman is it almost ready!” your little girl shouted from the top of the stairs

“Alia, qu'avons-nous dit sur le fait de crier à l'intérieur”

Charles voice could be heard from the kitchen as little footsteps descended down the stairs, a shy smile on her face

“Qu'il est trop bruyant à l'intérieur…”

You smiled turning to see your daughter coming over to you, Charles leaning down to press a kiss to her head

“Oui c’est ça mon ange”

“To answer your question princess it’s ready now, do you want to pick your pumpkin?”

Alia’s face lit up as she nodded, carefully studying the three big pumpkins in front of her

“The middle please! So I can be between papa and you maman!”

It never failed to make your heart soar at just how much Alia loved both you and Charles, she constantly wanted to do things with the two of you.

“The middle one is yours then my love, Papa can help you clean out your pumpkin too if you’d like”

The little girl nodded, getting up onto her stool so she stood higher so she could reach everything she needed. Charles carved the top off of her pumpkin with a knife, knowing it was too sharp for her to grab

“So do you have your spoon bébé?”

“Oui papa! Can I start?!”

He laughed

“Yes, go ahead”

The three of you began to scoop out your pumpkins, Alia obviously asking for her dad’s or your help when her arms got tired, which seemed to be more often than not. Once they’d been cleaned out, you helped her trace the face she wanted to carve, her eyes watching you carefully, in awe of the soon to be carved pumpkin.

“Papa comment ça s'appelle déjà?”

“C'est un jack-o-lantern mon amour”

She furrowed her brows looking up at her

“Mais pourquoi?”

A smile tugged at your lips at your daughter’s curiosity, she always wanted to know the what, the why and the how, Charles says she takes on after you.

“Pourquoi ne pas demander à ta maman?”

“Maman?”

Alia turned to look at you, a soft smile on her face

“Yes baby?”

“Why is it called a jack-o-lantern…?”

You pressed a kiss to her cheeks before thinking for a moment

“I think because it reminds people of a lantern…you know when Papa lights a candle sometimes and the light flickers?”

She nods

“Well I think it reminds people of that..”

“Oh okay maman!”

Alia was quiet for the next while as Charles helped her carve out the shapes she’d asked you to draw in the pumpkin. His was already complete as was yours, both of you going with a traditional triangle eyes and smiley shaped mouth. Honestly you’d argue this was some of your best work to date.

While Alia was busy admiring the now finished pumpkin she had Charles came over pressing a kiss to your cheek

“We’re pretty good no?”

You leaned into his touch

“I think so, some of our best I’d say” you replied to which your husband was quick to agree too.

“Do you think she’s going to ask us to get more..?”

In hindsight maybe you should have picked up more than three pumpkins, this activity seemed to enrapture your little girl, and knowing her, she’d want to keep carving as much as she could.

“Well I might have picked up some extra…they’re out in the backyard”

You tilted your head enough to look at him, a gentle smile on his face

“You think of everything don’t you baby?”

“I just always think of my girls…knew Alia might want to make another one”

Leaning up to kiss him you sighed happily

“Worlds best husband and dad award goes to you, as always Char”

Before Charles could answer you Alia let out a few giggles

“Look at Papa’s pumpkin! It’s so funny!”

Charles feigned hurt

“Hey, it doesn’t look funny!”

“Yes Papa! It looks so funny!”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly along with your daughter as she poked at her father’s pumpkin. When stopped laughing she looked between the two of you, her eyes filled with joy

“Peut-on les allumer maintenant?”

This time you nodded, fixing her hair a little bit

“Oui, allez, petite citrouille, papa apportera les allumettes.”

As she took off towards the front door, you and Charles brought the pumpkins over, happy to get some time to spend all together as a family, especially with Charles being away at races or having other obligations with his sponsors. You had each other, and of course your little pumpkin herself, who now would want to carve as many pumpkins as her arms could handle.

Who were you and Charles to stop her, even if you two ended up being the ones who did most of the work.

translations:

Alia, qu'avons-nous dit sur le fait de crier à l'intérieur: Alia, what did we say about shouting inside?

Qu'il est trop bruyant à l'intérieur: that it’s too noisy inside

Oui c’est ça mon ange: yes it is my angel

Papa comment ça s'appelle déjà?: dad, what is it called again?

C'est un jack-o-lantern mon amour: it’s a jack-o-lantern my love

Mais pourquoi?: but why?

Pourquoi ne pas demander à ta maman?: Why don’t your ask your mother

Peut-on les allumer maintenant?: can we light them now?

Oui, allez, petite citrouille, papa apportera les allumettes: yes come on little pumpkin, daddy will bring the matches

#rueswrites #ruesanswers #ruesanons<3 #ruesasks #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc drabble #charles leclerc x wife reader #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc au #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc #dad!charles leclerc #dad! charles leclerc #formula 1 masterlist #formula 1 fanfiction #formula 1 fanfic #charles leclerc f1 #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 fanfic

[bonny-kookoo]

Poor sweet tooth mc she just wants to be loved but is scared of getting hurt. Speaking of could you do a Drabble where she actually gets hurt but Yoongi and maybe even Jimin just think she’s being dramatic

Yall always want angst so there you go

"Its just a bruise baby, you're not gonna die." Jimin chuckles. You know that- you're not stupid. But you also know that it feels a lot worse than a bruise- and that Jimin isn't taking you seriously, probably because Yoongi isn't, either.

"I know you don't like going outside too much but you're being a little unreasonable now." Yoongi later sighs, crossing his arms- though he leaves you be in the living room, sitting outside in the backyard garden with Jimin to eat dinner, while you stay firmly planted on the couch, not eating anything.

It's only when Jungkook comes home that you finally feel like someone actually tries to find out what the problem really is.

You've had a little accident two days earlier- a misstep on the stairs in Yoongis house, making you miss two steps from them, leading you to harshly somewhat catch yourself on the way down. You didn't really fall- but you definitely landed weirdly on your leg, and in your humble opinion, didn't actually hit anything to cause a bruise.

So why is it bruising now? Why does it hurt so much?

Jungkook inspects your leg now on his day off, carefully assessing the damage visible before he lets you explain your symptoms and what led to it in the first place. He'd noticed you visibly limping oddly towards and from the breakfast table, worrying him a little.

"Is she still whining about the bruise?" Yoongi mumbles as he sits down on the couch a little further away from you both, and Jungkook sighs a bit to himself as he leans away to sit upright.

"Yoongi, I don't think it's just a bruise. Can you text Jimin and ask him to go see a doctor later?" He suggests, and Yoongi furrows his brows as Jimin walks in.

"She just tripped, she's always been a bit huffy when-" He starts to reason, but this time Yoongi actually shakes his head at him, before he looks at his hybrid again to urge him for more details.

"I think you might've torn a muscle." Jungkook tells you, softly running a hand over your leg. "From what you said it surely sounds and looks like it. Might wanna have someone take a proper look at it." Jungkook offers, and now, Yoongi feels some guilt creep up his throat.

He trusts Jungkook in stuff like this- after all, he rehabilitates hybrids and humans with exactly such injuries constantly, so he's got an eye for it.

"Oh- y-yeah, let's go right now then-" jimin stammers, looking anxious now, as Yoongi gets up with a hand on his shoulder.

"I'll drive." He offers quietly. "You go over and get her stuff." He instructs, and Jimin does as he says, visibly upset now while you look at Jungkook.

"Are they gonna cut my leg off?" You worry at the dog hybrid, who laughs, shaking his head before he pets one of your ears in reassurance.

"Absolutely not, silly cat." He laughs, and you're glad that at least he provides some comfort and security.

"...will you stay with me?" You ask, revealing to him that you're actually terrified of hospitals and doctors without saying so, and he nods, smiling warmly.

"For as long as you want me to." He says, and at that, your eyes begin to sparkle with something he's not sure he interprets correctly.

Because that glimmer in your eyes..

It looks suspiciously like love.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #hybrid imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #yoongi imagine #jeon jungkook imagine #jimin imagine

[vetitiscripta]

i wanna see ren grow horrified when he realizes mc only follows instruction because theyre literally being controlled by strade. i want to see him question it all and maybe even lose it a bit when he realizes mc hadn't acted alone. and most of the violence had been the same man he'd let bleed out that day on the ground. i want to see how bad that takes a toll on his mind.

anon your mind. mentally kissing you on the mouth anon

for those who missed it- this is regarding my ghost strade au

for this au, i like to think that strade can really only interact/“control” mc in certain moments, probably something like due to strong emotions (take that as you will 😏) or whatever

but god!! ren thinking that mc genuinely wants to do this type of stuff or hang out with him of their own free will only to find out its all because of strade. he would start thinking about everything that has happened and would wonder if any of it was genuine

he’d think about the time he found you late at night on the couch, watching one of strade’s old snuff films. he thought that you had finally understood, had come to appreciate the beauty of it all like he had. he cuddled with you on the couch as you put on another one on. (you had woken up that night in a cold sweat, an intense urge to watch one. strade stood in the corner of your room just watching you, smile on his face every time you looked at him. you tried to ignore the urge, ignore him, but it eventually wore you down. you trudged down the stairs and stood in front of the dvds, letting strade pick the one he wanted. you watched 3 films before ren found you, your tears already dried)

he’d remember the time you willingly slept in the same bed with him for the first time. it was late at night and he was trying to find an anime to watch when you softly knocked on his door. when he opened the door you were basically shaking, eyes darting around. “can i sleep with you tonight?” ren was over the moon when you asked, basically had hearts in his eyes (he’s down bad don’t make fun of him). he thinks you’ve come around, you finally see that you love him like he loves you. he happily welcomes you in his bed, arms wrapped around you so tight you fear he may snap you in half, anime playing in the background as you both fall asleep. (strade wouldn’t leave you alone that day. he was constantly around you, pestering you. sometimes he would just hover over your shoulder, watching your every movement, other times he would be telling you stories, the things he did and how he did them. every waking moment was spent with strade, you were so tired. you were happy when it was finally night and you could sleep. but then you felt the bed dip and felt hands on your legs, slowing inching their way up. you shot out of bed faster than ever and made your way to ren’s room. swallowing your pride for the night would be better than dealing with strade for another 5 minutes)

the encounter with lawrence was a staple in your relationship, you two were brought together since then (he believed) and he was so happy with you, he knows that he you were meant to be his

the day you tell him everything, he seems to crumble. he’s frozen as you tell him everything, fear on his face. he wanted to believe it was a joke, a bad joke that he could punish you for but you knew too much for it to be a coincidental joke. you were crying at the end of it, overwhelmed by everything that had been going on, and ren felt close to tears himself

he thought he was done with strade. sure his body is in the basement freezer, but he was no longer controlled by him, strade had no power over him anymore. (he might be lying to himself on that, he tries to be what strade was, tries to fill the empty feeling he got when he watched strade die)

and now you’re telling him that strade is still here just as a ghost? that strade was watching everything? that strade still had control?

i think that ren would try to regain control, would try to show that strade might still be around, but he is in charge now. he’d shock you before you can comprehend what he’s doing and you would wake up in the basement, tied to the pole. ren stood over you, knife in hand. strade stood just behind him, biggest smile you have ever seen on his face. you focused back on ren as he crouched down, “is he here?” you looked back up at strade before nodding. “good” a glint of metal caught your eye as ren brought the knife to your skin

#anon ask #boyfriend to death #btd #ghost strade au #ren hana #btd ren #btd strade #btd x reader #ren hana x reader #strade x reader #(kind of implied kind of not can be read either way tbh)

[ifearimaybeanamericanidiot]

could u do a smut where Chris is just constantly playfully teasing the reader (ruffling her hair, humping the air if she bends over, calling her names) and the whole time she’s trying to get his attention and seduce him but he doesn’t get it until she gets annoyed and has to explain herself

Chris x reader

TW: smut, uhhhh language ig, angst?

We're filming a video for the guys' Friday post. Well, we were. Now, we're just sitting in the car and talking about random shit. Chris is in the front with Matt. I'm in the back with Nick and their friend Kaitlyn. Apparently, they had just recently gotten close with her and wanted her to have fun with the Friday video too.

Honestly, I don't see how they like her. I don't. Normally, I'm a girl's girl. The whole time, she was pushing me away though. The angle is hard to get right in the car when it's more than just the guys. Everyone knows that. Nick is in his usual spot, Kaitlyn took the middle, so I'm sitting behind Chris's seat. Normally, I wouldn't mind because it's not a big deal. I can just peak around his seat to be in frame. Except, Kaitlyn talks with her hands which gives me into the back corner hidden by Chris.

At one point, she literally pushed my head back. Nick, Chris, and Matt were so involved in arguing that they didn't notice though. Kaitlyn, of course, was right in the middle with all the typical pick me lines. 'Guys, this isn't you 🥺' It's so fucking annoying.

Plus, she's all up on Chris and Matt. She's touching their arms, twirling and flicking her hair. It's so stupid. She's so stupid. A pang of guilt strikes me as I think it.

"We should go back to your place." Kaitlyn drags her hand down Chris's arm. "Wouldn't that be fun?" She turns to Matt. "We can drop little miss hermit back here off." Never fucking mind. I'm glad I thought she was stupid. And a bitch.

"No, we're having a sleepover? The fuck?" Nick intervenes. I love him. He's a good friend.

"Oh. Whatever. Me, Chris, and Matt will have fun." I roll my eyes and grab my phone. I text Nick.

| tf is her problem.

| I have no fucking clue- she's getting on my nerves though

| THEY DON'T WANNA FUCK YOU BITCH

| 🤭🤭🤭

Kaitlyn tries to peer at mine and Nick's phone screens. I'm glad we invested in the privacy screen protectors.

| I'm going to text the GC to see if there's any chance of shaking her.

I give Nick a subtle thumbs up. After a minute, Nick frowns. Matt starts the car and begins pulling out of the driveway. Shit.

| I'm guessing Chris and Matt are oblivious as fuck?

| 100%

I frown, closing my messages and turning my phone off. Come on guys, see what a dick she is. I turn to look out the window and wait for this awful ride to be over. Kaitlyn non stop flirts the whole time. It's ridiculous. And since Matt is driving, pretty much all of her attention is on Chris.

It's driving me crazy. It's not fair. I was so sure Chris had feelings for me too. I had planned on telling him about my feelings soon, but now, with this girl, I don't know. Maybe he was just being nice to me.

We get to the house and before the car has stopped, I'm flinging open my car door and jumping out. I slam the door closed, stomping up to the front of the house. I grab the extra key from under the potted plant and let myself in. It's ridiculous.

I fly up the stairs to Nick's room. I know he'll be up in a minute so I'm satisfied with just waiting right here. I think about all the times Chris cuddled up against me during movie nights. Or how he would pick up a chunk of my hair and start playing with it, wrapping it around his finger only to let it fall back. Or the many times I would bend over to pick something up and he would place his hands on my hips, acting as though he was fucking me. Friends don't do that shit, right?

I express all of this to Nick when he comes up to his room, locking his door behind him. "I just- I'm so mad."

"I understand, sort of." Nick lays on his bed. "Chris does like you, I'm sure of it. I don't know why he's acting like this though."

"What was the witch doing when you came up?" I ask, not sure if I really want to know.

"Oh, Chrissy poo! Matty poo! Let's watch a movie!" Nick does his best impression of Kaitlyn. I laugh hard.

"Let's go bake something." I suggest. Nick oooo's at the idea but suggests changing clothes first. He changes into just a T-shirt and shorts. I get an evil little idea. "Nick, can I borrow one of your shirts? But like, one that Chris and Matt haven't really seen?"

"Sure," he grabs one out of the very back of his closet. "An ex got it for me as a gag gift." He explains. It's a light pink shirt that says 'daddy's girl' in a ridiculous flowy font. I giggle.

"Do you think Chris would die over this?" I ask.

"He'd get a kick out of the shirt alone, if you wear that one pair of shorts you have though-" I know exactly what pair he means. The pair I've had since the 8th grade, the pair that I wore to band camp. They stick to me like glue, and barely go down three inches. I left them here one night. I pull them from a drawer and force them on. The shirt covers my ass, unless I bend over or lift my arms. Perfect.

"Do I look good?" I ask.

"You look perfect." Nick assures me. We head downstairs. "Should we make cupcakes?"

"I'm down for whatever!" I bounce down the stairs. These shorts bring back memories of baking out in the high noon heat in July for hours. They fill me with the confidence of a 16 year old girl that's just perfected rifle turns.

"Hey! Where'd you two go?" Chris's head pops up off of the couch.

"Oh, just to change, we're about to make cupcakes!" I say before Nick can. He goes into the kitchen, probably to get the stuff out.

"Oooo, cupcakes!!" Mat claps his hands together. I smile, and turn around to walk into the kitchen. I let my hips swing a little more than they usually would.

Chris, Matt, and Kaitlyn end up following me into the kitchen. They don't really do much. I get Nick the things he needs, and he does all the mixing. It's a good process.

"Shit." He drops a spoon.

"It's fine! I got it!" I bend over to pick it up. I feel hands on my hips, and for the first time ever, something hard brushes against me. There's a gasp and heavy stomps.

"How dare you! I've been trying all night!" Kaitlyn stomps out of the room, Matt following her. I stand up. Nick puts the cupcakes into the oven.

"I'm going to make sure Matt gets rid of her. Watch the cupcakes." Then, he leaves the room. Now, it's just me and Chris.

I hop up onto the counter. Chris strikes to ruffle my hair but I dodge him. "Hey-" he says sadly.

"No. Don't do that sad shit. You should have thought about this before you let her practically suck your dick the whole night." I say it without thinking. "You don't get to have her and me."

"I don't want her." I roll my eyes at him. "I'm serious. I was just being nice." He fits himself between my legs. "I should have told you. I want you."

"Yeah, you should have." I cross my arms.

"You're so pretty, you know that? Your sweet face, perfect body, great personality." He trails off. "Can I make it up to you?"

"You could fuck me." I say jokingly.

"Okay." He unzips his jeans, the rare time he actually wore them. "I'll fuck you so good."

"I was kidding. Just cause I've been trying to get in your pants doesn't mean I'm going to take advantage like this."

"You've been what." It doesn't sound like a question.

"I've been trying to seduce you, one could say."

"Fuck, please let me fuck you." He leans his head against mine. "Been wanting you, didn't think you wanted me back. Please, let me fuck you over the counter, right here. Right now." The heat in the bottom of my stomach makes me give in to what I want.

"Okay, gotta be quick. Before Nick gets back." He nods and kisses me. I'm surprised but I kiss back. Quickly, the kiss is over and he's bending me over the counter, face down. He merely pushes the shorts to the side to allow himself access to slip in.

He does. God, he's big. His dick feels huge inside me, his hands feeling goat trailing my body. I feel like he's crowding me with his size.

"Move, please move." I plead with him. He moves slowly at first, pulling back a few inches before fucking that back in. "Please, Chris. Fuck me." He pulls out, leaving just the top inside before sinking all the way in. From there, he's fucking me into the counter. He leans down, changing the angle and talking in my ear.

"Fuck, princess. You feel so good. Perfectly taking my dick. My good girl." He wraps his hand around to thumb at my clit. "Daddy's good girl." It isn't long before I'm squeezing around him in the height of my orgasm. It isn't too terribly long before he's pulling out to finish across my thighs.

"Fuck." He steps away, coming back and wiping my legs with a paper towel.

"You took me so good. M so proud of you." He picks me up, hugging me tightly. He presses kisses all across my face.

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo smut

[octoberclidan]

Being Carried by Team Free Will

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader, Castiel x Reader

Summary: Three glimpses into being carried in the arms of each of the members of Team Free Will. Reader has she/her pronouns.

Note: this was written by myself for myself; there are probably mistakes. My first language is English but I'm not American, so it may sound weird in places if you happen to be American reading it. If you do happen to come across this and spend time reading it, I hope you enjoy it somewhat!

Masterlist

Story:

Dean

[Y/N] was in the passenger seat of the impala, resting her head against the window. She and Dean had just finished a simple salt and burn case several hours away from the bunker and were now on the drive back. They had left pretty early that morning, [Y/N] had only really had a couple hours of sleep the night before and had been awake for nearly 20 hours straight; she was tired. Dean looked over at her while he was making a right turn and noticed that her eyes were half closed. He reached over and turned the radio down and she looked at him.

"What's up?" She asked sleepily.

"Get some sleep, we have another two hours left before we get back". He reached behind him into the back bench with one arm and pulled up one of his fannels that was sitting there, handing it to [Y/N]. "Here, you can use this as a pillow". She smiled at him with a silent thank you and took the flannel, bunching it up between her head and the window. She closed her eyes and let the low rumble of the car lull her to sleep.

Dean couldn't help but steal glances at her throughout the drive, she looked so peaceful. He had felt lighter since she started joining Team Free Will on hunts. He had been trying to drop hints about her moving into the bunker, since she pretty much just lived in whatever motel was closest to the case she was working on. Sam and Cas both noticed how Dean was suddenly interested in having more movie nights and inviting [Y/N], or always inviting her to stay the night at the bunker after post-hunt drinks at the bar, or always suggesting they ask her to join them on cases.

[Y/N] couldn't pass up any opportunities to be close to Dean, she had been harbouring feelings for him ever since they met. He made her laugh, and made her feel included and wanted. His company was easy to enjoy, and she didn't want to assume anything, but she suspected that he may have feelings for her too. She often caught him looking at her when he thought she couldn't see, he was constantly complimenting her on her looks, what she was wearing, how she could get information from anyone, how good she was at taking down monsters; anything and everything he could think of to compliment her on.

[Y/N] was half asleep when she felt the car come to a stop and the engine turn off, they were back in the bunker's garage. Curiosity got the better of her and she decided to keep her eyes closed, just to see what Dean would do. Would he wake her? Leave her asleep in the car? She wanted to know, so she kept her breathing deep and slow, not letting on that she was awake. She heard Dean open his door and get out, closing it behind him. She had to admit she felt disappointed, maybe he would just leave her to wake up on her own. However, the disappointment only lasted a few seconds because her door was open, and Dean's hand was there to stop her falling out since she'd been leaning on the window.

"Alright, let's get you to bed". Dean pulled [Y/N] from the car, holding her around her shoulders and under her knees close to his chest. She let her head rest on his shoulder as he carried her down the stairs of the bunker.

"Hey! How'd it go?" [Y/N] heard Sam's voice, but Dean quickly shushed him, nodding down at her to show Sam that she was asleep. "Oh, sorry, we can catch up later" Sam now whispered, and Dean walked past him to the bedrooms. He made his way to the spare room that [Y/N] tended to sleep in whenever she was staying over, and he lay her down gently on the bed. He pushed her hair out of her face and covered her with a blanket.

"In the morning I'm gonna ask you to stay, I hope you say yes". He whispered to her and kissed her forehead, before turning off the light and going to find Sam, leaving [Y/N] smiling to herself as she settled in to the bed she could now say was hers.

Sam

It was late, and the boys were out on a nearby hunt. [Y/N] had been in the bunker's library all day answering phone calls and texts from both Sam and Dean, looking through lore books to help them with their case. She was lying on her side on the couch that had recently been added to the library, a book laid out beside her and her hand propping her head up as she had been flicking through the pages. It turned out to be a banshee, and a couple of hours ago Sam had texted her to say they had killed it and were on their way back. Not being familiar with banshees, [Y/N] had continued reading, wanting to be ready in case she ever had to face one.

As the time went on, [Y/N] had become more and more tired. She eventually let her eyes close for a few minutes, just letting them rest. She let her hand fall from her face and leaned her head on the arm of the couch instead. After a few minutes she was fast asleep, her breathing slowing and her body relaxing. She didn't hear the bunker's door open or close, or the boys' footsteps as they walked down the stairs and into the library. It was Dean who walked in first and saw [Y/N] fast asleep. He stood in the entranceway and looked at her fondly; she had become like a younger sister to him since she moved in. She made Sam happy, and he couldn't ask for more than that. He looked over his shoulder at Sam as he walked in. "Looks like your girlfriend fell asleep waiting for you". Dean chuckled and patted Sam on shoulder as he left them to it.

Sam made his way over to her and crouched down in front of her. He took the book from in front of her and moved it to the table behind him. A strand of her hair had fallen over her face as she slept, he tucked it behind her ear gently before softly stroking her cheek, making her eyelids flutter open. "Sammy?" She looked into his eyes.

"Hey". He smiled at her. "Thanks for all of your help, Dean and I made it back without a scratch". She smiled back at him at this news. "Come on, let's go to bed". [Y/N] and Sam had known each other for a few years now, but had only become close in the last year when she had moved into the bunker. Their relationship had developed slowly, both of them pretty shy about their attraction to the other. Sam had referred to [Y/N] as his girlfriend for the first time only the previous week, sort of by accident during a conversation with Dean, but it had felt right. They both still had their own rooms in the bunker, but most nights one of them would seek out the other. [Y/N] moved to sit up while rubbing her eyes, clearly very tired. "Hey, let me carry you?" Sam placed his hands over her shoulders. "Don't want you falling on the way". Too tired to protest, [Y/N] simply nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck while he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and the other under her legs. He lifted her from the couch and began walking towards the rooms.

She smiled as she noticed that they passed her bedroom and Sam continued on to his. He sat her down on the bed and began to remove his clothes while she did the same, though slowly and lazily due to how sleepy she was. Once they were both down to their underwear, they slipped under the covers of Sam's bed, and he pulled her close so she could lay her head on his chest. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head and began to rub his hand up and down her back. [Y/N] soon fell back to sleep, this time in the comfort of Sam's arms.

Castiel

[Y/N] was on the ground, and her head had a dull ache. She looked around but her vision was blurry. She was in the middle of a vampire hunt with Cas, the two of them had taken on the case by themselves since Sam and Dean were already busy on another hunt. It had been going well, just two vamps to take down, until one of them managed to whack [Y/N] on the back of her head, knocking her to the ground. Her knees stung as she tried to stand, desperately looking around to try and focus on something, but her eyes weren't cooperating. She was starting to panic, breathing quickly and not knowing who or what was around her.

Suddenly, she felt a warmth travel from her forehead down through her body, her knees stopped stinging, the ache in her head dampened, and her eyes were finally able to focus on the angel in front of her. Castiel kneeled down and moved his hand from her forehead to cup her cheek, his eyes staring intently at hers before roaming her face and her body, looking for any further signs of injury. "Are you okay?" He asked her, concern plastered on his face.

"The vampires, where are they?"

"Dead, we got them, don't worry about that. How do you feel? How is your head?"

"It hurts a little bit but not as bad as before you healed me, thank you Cas". [Y/N] smiled at him and covered his hand on her face with her hand. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to her forehead before grabbing her hands and pulling both of them up. Once she was standing, she started to sway and fell forward into Cas' arms. He held her steady and looked down at her, the concern on his face intensifying.

"You're dizzy?"

"Yeah I guess I am, just a little, sorry".

"You have nothing to be sorry for. I'll carry you".

"You don't have to carry me Cas".

"Will you let me anyway? I like it when you're closest to me". [Y/N] blushed at this. She had feelings for the angel, which is why she didn't hesitate to suggest that the two of them take on this case before waiting for Sam and Dean to finish with theirs; she liked being alone with Cas. [Y/N] lived at the bunker with the boys, hunting with them and Cas. Every time the angel would make an appearance in the bunker she found herself hoping that he would stick around for a few days. She had taught him how to cook, and how to dance, she studied with him in the library and went on supply runs with him whenever the opportunity came up. She often wondered if he liked being around her as much as she liked being around him, and he had just confirmed that he did. She smiled up at him and nodded, letting him hook his arms under her legs and around her shoulders while she wrapped her arms around his neck. He carried her a short walk to the car he had driven them in and sat her down in the passenger seat.

The drive back to the bunker was pretty quiet, [Y/N] kept stealing glances at Cas, admiring his facial features and the sparkle of the street lamps in his eyes. He also stole glances at her when she was looking away, wondering if her blush was because she had feelings for him.

Cas insisted on carrying [Y/N] from the car down the steps of the bunker and all the way to her bedroom, only letting her down onto the bed. He touched her forehead again, looking for any signs of harm. "I'm fine Cas, just a bit tired".

"Okay, you should sleep. If you need me you can call for me". He turned to leave the room but [Y/N] called for him, stopping him from stepping through the door.

"Um, Cas?"

"Yes?"

"Would you mind, like only if you don't have something else to do, staying with me for a bit? I'm sorry, it's just sometimes after hunts if I get hurt I find it hard to fall asleep when I'm on my own. If it's not too much could you just stay with me until I fall asleep?"

"Of course I will stay with you. Would you like me to sit at your desk or lay down with you?"

"Oh, do you... do you want to lay down with me?"

Cas tilted his head to the side, not answering straight away but thinking about his answer. "Yes, I would like to lay with you". He noticed that this caused her to blush again, and he also noticed that he enjoyed making her blush. They both got under the covers and Cas turned to look at her. "[Y/N], would you like me to hold you? I liked carrying you, I would like very much to hold you in my arms until you fall asleep". She nodded, trying to hide the deepening of her blush while she moved over to lay her head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around her and pressed his lips to the top of her head. "Sweet dreams [Y/N]".

The end.

#dean winchester #dean winchester fluff #supernatural #dean winchester comfort #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean x y/n #sam winchester #comfort #sam winchester comfort #sam winchester fluff #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester x y/n #castiel fluff #castiel x reader #castiel fanfiction #castiel #supernatural fanfic #supernatural fluff #supernatural fic

[hqbaby]

twenty-four — get it now

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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word count. 2.1k content. swearing, big feelings, not much rly?

You wouldn’t say you’ve ever been a violent person. Sure, there were the occasional punches you threw at Oikawa and the slap wars with Yachi and that one time you and Yukie decided to box each other in the gym… but those times don’t count. They’re your friends and you only fight them because you love them.

The point is that you’ve never wanted to punch a stranger. Not until now at least.

It’s the weekend after midterms and you and a few of your friends have managed to pool some money together (mostly Sakusa) to rent a villa near the beach. Granted, it’s basically winter and none of you have any intentions of swimming, but you’re all usually caught up with training in the spring and summer so this is your only real chance to do this.

So here you are, gathered with your friends in the living room over mountains of food, talking over some reality dating show… meeting Suna’s girlfriend.

“This is Ayame,” he tells the group, his arm around her waist. “She’s my girlfriend.”

Everyone is stunned. And rightfully so. They all know that Suna and the word “girlfriend” just don’t mix. At least, they’ve never seen it happen before. They never thought they would.

It’s your boyfriend who speaks up first.

“Well I’ll be damned!” he says, smiling widely. Like he’s just won a prize. “Yer the girl he’s been seein’ for a while now, aren’t ya?”

The girl blushes a little at that, offering a soft smile.

She’s pretty. You’ll give her that. And, honestly, in any other context, you would actually want to get to know her, to be her friend.

Maybe if Suna’s arm wasn’t around her waist—holding her the same way he used to hold you—you wouldn’t feel the urge to tackle her. Right now, you’re about ready to jump up from the couch and grab her hair.

“It’s so nice to meet you all,” she says, tamping your violent intentions. “I hope you don’t mind me crashing your weekend together.”

Atsumu speaks again. “We don’t mind at all! We’d love to have our Sunarin’s girlfriend with us.”

Suna glares at him. “Whatever,” he says, picking up her bags and leading her to the stairs. “I’m gonna help her get settled.”

The two of them walk up to the second floor and, when everyone hears the door upstairs open and close, the room erupts into chaos.

“Who the fuck was that?” Aran.

“That man’s a mystery!” Hinata.

“I wonder what’s wrong with her.” Osamu.

“Did she take off her shoes?” Sakusa.

“She has a pretty smile!” Bokuto.

“Did we all see the same thing?” Kita.

"Okay, I think she took off her shoes." Sakusa.

“I think it’s great!” Atsumu.

You glance over at your boyfriend sitting beside you, brows furrowed as you catch his beaming smile and bright eyes. “You think it’s great?”

He turns to you and nods. “I mean, he finally has someone. That’s cool, right?”

There’s an edge to his tone that you’ve only picked up on now. What is it?

“Right,” you say, smiling awkwardly. “It is—it’s good for him.”

The truth is that Atsumu hasn’t brought up your relationship with Suna since you first talked about it. You have a feeling he’s been avoiding the subject entirely. You haven’t been too keen on discussing it either so you just never mentioned it.

You don’t know how he actually feels about the whole thing. And, if you’re being honest, you’re a little scared to find out.

The boys eventually head down the basement to mess with the pool table while you, Kaori, and Yachi grab a bottle of wine and play a game of Monopoly. You’re all cheating and the rules are entirely lost on account of you constantly distracting each other with new topics to talk about, but you’re having fun.

Until you’re not.

“Hey,” Suna greets the three of you—well, it’s more like he greets Yachi and Kaori with how much he’s avoiding your eyes, but it’s the thought that counts. His girlfriend is right behind him. “Where are the guys?”

“Basement. They’ve been waiting for you,” Kaori answers, she rolls the dice and waves at the girl behind him. “You wanna join us?”

Your eyes flick over to Kaori’s across the coffee table, but all she does is give you a look like “What are we supposed to do? Ignore her?” and you know she’s right. You can't be rude.

You look up at the girlfriend and smile. “Yeah, join us!” you say cheerily. “The boys are lame anyway.”

She starts at your sudden attention but hides it well. She’s clearly had some practice. “Oh, sure,” she says. “Thank you.”

Suna makes a face like he’s about to say something but decides against it. With a short nod and a quick glance at you, he says he’ll see you all later and walks out of the room.

“So who’s winning?” the girlfriend asks, sitting down on the carpet at the empty side of the table—beside you.

“Oh, no one really,” you tell her. “We’ve mostly been talking.”

She smiles. “I get that,” she says. “I can’t even watch movies with my friends anymore. We just talk over them.”

“We do too!” Yachi says, rolling the dice and taking her turn. “Y/N’s the worst of us though.”

You stick your tongue out at her. “Says the person that talked through Barbie.”

“I had to pee and no one was catching me up!”

You and Kaori laugh, taking your turns at the game.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch your name earlier,” you tell the girl as you pay Yachi.

“Oh!” she says. “It’s Ayame.”

You nod at her, smiling so sweetly you almost make yourself sick. “I’m Y/N,” you say before looking over at your friends, “and that’s Kaori and Yachi.”

“It’s so nice to meet you all.”

Highly doubt that.

“What’s your major?” Yachi asks. “Shoot, Kao, I rolled the die under the couch.”

“I’m an econ major,” Ayame says, laughing a little as Kaori struggles to grab the die. “Need help?”

Kaori shakes her head, pulling her arm from under the couch and holding the die up for all to see. “Tada!” she says before turning her attention back to Ayame. “Why econ?”

The girl shrugs. “Parents.”

“Same.” Kaori sighs. “They made me go into marketing.”

“I’m in marketing too,” Yachi says. “That’s how Kaori and I met.”

Ayame nods before turning to look at you. “Y/N, you’re taking chem, right?”

You focus on the board in front of you, keeping your eyes away from her when you answer. “Yeah, how’d you know?”

She giggles and you can’t help but feel your blood boil at the sound. It just sounds so light and airy and sweet, no one should be able to laugh that way. “Everyone kinda knows you,” she says. “You’re the campus dream girl.”

“Ah,” you say, letting out a chuckle. You sound so fake. “Right.”

The four of you continue exchanging the regular pleasantries. Where are you from? What highschool did you go to? How were your midterms?

The more she talks, the more you start to hate Ayame even more... because there's absolutely nothing wrong with her. She’s so perfect it makes you wish you could just spontaneously combust.

“So you and Suna, huh?” Kaori eventually says. “That’s interesting.”

You narrow your eyes at her slightly, hoping Ayame doesn’t catch on. “Yeah, we were all wondering about that, Kao.”

The girl seems oblivious to your tone. Or at least she doesn’t care enough to react to it. “Oh, well, you know,” she says, placing her hands on the carpet behind her and leaning back. “He’s not exactly the commitment type.”

Yachi nods. “Yeah, we wouldn't necessarily peg him as that.”

You clear your throat. “So how did you guys get together?” you ask, trying to sound as natural as possible.

Ayame seems to shrink a little at that. You wonder why. “We were kinda seeing each other casually for a while,” she explains. “About two weeks ago, we decided to make it official.”

Kaori stills, having the same realization as you. “Two weeks?”

“Yup. Before midterms season.”

Two weeks ago, you had just gotten home from your trip visiting family. Two weeks ago, Suna told Atsumu something about what happened between the two of you. Two weeks ago, you came clean to your boyfriend about what had happened. 

For two whole weeks you’ve been wondering what Suna told him.

For two whole weeks, he’s been with this girl. This girl who looks too good, too kind, too sweet to deserve anything less than the best. The complete opposite of you, the complete opposite of Suna, the complete opposite of what anyone deserves.

You don’t even realize you’re standing up until Kaori asks if you’re okay.

“Yeah, I am,” you reassure her, trying your best to keep the smile from slipping off your face. “I just need some air. I’ll be right back.”

You slip out of the room, putting on a stray sweater from a nearby couch, and stepping out into the backyard of the rental. You sit on one of the benches outside, the whole place dark save for a few lampposts and the stars in the night sky.

You find your phone in your pocket and tap the top name in your contacts, trying to catch your breath.

“Hello?” the voice on the other line says. “Y/N? Is everything okay?”

You’re scared that you'll end up choking on nothing. “Tooru,” you say quietly, a strangling sensation gripping your throat. “I-he—well, it’s… bad. I don’t feel good.”

“What? Are you okay? Did something happen?”

The panic in his voice snaps you out of your haze.

“No! Fuck, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” you tell him. “Sorry. I just didn’t know who to call.”

You hear him breathe a sigh of relief at the sound of your words. “Okay,” he says, clearly still concerned, “but what’s wrong?”

You let out a sob. You didn’t know you were crying.

“He has a girlfriend,” you say, crouching and putting your head in your hands. You don’t even try to wipe your tears, they’d just keep coming anyway. “And she’s pretty and sweet and completely innocent in all this and… I should’ve seen it coming.”

You don’t even need to say his name for Oikawa to know who you’re talking about. 

He sucks through his teeth, worried about you and a little disappointed that you’re having this conversation in the first place. He knew you were still being weird about Suna, but he figured that being Atsumu had changed things for you. He should’ve known things wouldn't change that much that soon.

“That sucks,” he says eventually. “I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

You shake your head, holding the phone to your ear. “I’m being stupid.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I already have Atsumu. This is so fucking dumb.”

“Stop it.”

“I honestly don’t know what I expected. It’s not like he cared about me—”

His voice is hard on the other line. “No,” he says firmly. “Don’t do this to yourself.”

You take a deep breath, sucking in the salty air drifting from the ocean. “Sorry, Tooru,” you tell him. “I’m okay. Just a sucky moment. Sorry.”

You hang up before he can even say another word. You just sit there on the bench, staring at the beach as the waves overtake the shore, the chill winds that come with the end of fall surrounding you.

“Y/N?”

Fuck.

“Ayame, hey,” you say, wiping your eyes as best as you can. “Is everything good?”

She nods, closing the door to the house behind her. “Yeah, everything’s fine,” she tells you. The girl steps closer, cautiously taking a seat on the bench a good distance away from you. “Are you good?”

“Oh, yeah, never been better,” you say, waving it off. “Allergies.”

She nods. “Right.”

You pick at your nails anxiously, unable to say anything else. There’s just something about having her sit beside you that sets your lungs ablaze. You’re burning from inside out and you can’t say it’s a good feeling.

“You should talk to him.”

Your head bolts up at that, staring at Ayame with a confused look. “What do you mean?”

The expression on her face could be anything. Pity? Worry? Concern? Jealousy? You can’t tell. All you know is she probably feels bad about something.

“Suna,” she says, the name rolling off her tongue like a knife to the heart. “You should talk to him. He might have some things to say to you.”

“What are you talking about?”

Ayame reaches out and places a hand on top of yours. She smiles. “I think I get it now.”

You frown. Why is she touching you? And why aren’t you pulling away? “Get what?”

“Talk to him,” she says, squeezing your hand. She gets up and heads for the door. “Just… listen to what he has to say.”

She steps inside the house and closes the door behind her, leaving you gaping in confusion in her wake.

What would he have to say?

notes. now everyone say THANK YOU AYAME also!! we are kinda entering the end zone 🫣 idk how to feel abt that yet but YEAH HERE WE ARE

#hqbaby.fyi #hqbaby #haikyuu #suna rintarou #suna #suna rintarou x reader #suna x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #suna rintarou fic #suna fic #miya atsumu fic #atsumu fic #haikyuu fic

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hcs for taking care of cillian charcters when they’re sick & when you get sick in return?

thank you thank you for this! i decided to put a few more characters for this, i love the concept LOL

patricia 'kitten' braden

» she is the epitome of 'woe is me' when she's sick - pillows upon pillows, tissues everywhere, a hand upon her forehead as she wears her most extravagant nightgown... she has appearances to keep up! » she requests you to dote on her every need - spoon-feeding her soup, putting on her favorite records and lighting the loveliest of candles when the overhead light is just too much to bear » once she recovers, you've fallen just as ill - she apologizes PROFUSELY for making you kiss her constantly, but how could she abstain from you?! » she cooks for you, making sure you're getting every single nutrient to heal fast - picture soups full of veggies, assorted fruit, and, frankly, disgusting smoothies because she read about it in cosmo

neil lewis

» honestly pathetically arrogant, let's be real - swears he's just fine, tries to keep running the store but he sneezed on a copy of 'dr. strangelove' a customer was trying to rent and lucien kicked him out (for everyone's benefit) » once you have him at home, he wears three masks and gloves, spraying everything down with lysol for fear of getting you sick - the only thing he accepts from you is little snacks and the meds he forgot » you somehow get sick despite his best efforts ... even though he did make you throw out all of his various tissues - he immediately goes to webmd with whatever symptoms you present & definitely micromanages your meds schedule » asks marcia and her husband for advice, but only kind they've got is related to their little bundle of joy - they do, however, send him back home with a fuck ton of goodies for you to wake up to from your sickly nap

emma skillpa

» hides her sickness from you as long as possible, to the point of her passing out mid cleaning - luckily you catch her, and she is beyond embarrassed. "oh, please don't worry, i'll be back on my feet in no time!" » you carry her up the stairs, laying her on her bed, and she can't help but swoon at your control of the situation - she tells you exactly the things she needs, sometimes attempting to get out of bed herself to get them. she already has some soup frozen in the ice box, so all you have to do is thaw them » she goes full emma mode when you've fallen ill after taking such good care of her - calls your place of work, telling them you've fallen deathly ill and need a week off (what a gem she is). makes sure you drink every last bit of soup, no ifs or buts » genuinely does not let you leave the bedroom for the entire week, even if you've already recovered by that point - spends time with you, of course, but she has lots to do around the house! maybe being held captive by emma wasn't so bad, hm?

jackson rippner

» cannot STAND being sick, especially with the delays in his job that could occur - however, he very much enjoys you doting on him like his little caretaker. he can't resist playing house » makes sure you attend to his every need, especially while wearing a cute little outfit (nurse costume unnecessary, but not out of the question) - "come on, do a little spin for me, it's the least you can do. i'm a sick man who needs his meds from his oh so sexy wife!" » you falling ill was not in the itinerary, but he loves how cute you look bundled up in the sheets - he pokes fun at you, but still gets you all the stuff you need » if he has to leave for a job in the middle of your sickness, he leaves you with a nest of items you could ever possibly need, as well as an on-call doctor he knows for... reasons - "i'll just be a few states away, but if shit gets serious, don't hesitate to call my burner. yes, i need it for this job, i don't know why. please stop asking so many questions."

jonathan crane

» you can barely tell he's sick for the first few days, but you notice the redness around his nose - when you bring it up, he immediately shoots you down. "darling, if i was sick, i couldn't be doing my job, now could i?" » meanwhile, the next time you see him, he's passed out in his office chair with tissues stuffed in his pocket like a lapel. you bring him back to your place so he can properly rest - he wakes up confused, but silently grateful for the glass of water and medicine you placed on the nightstand next to him » having him stay at your place got you sick pretty fast, and you couldn't believe how he was surviving with the level of congestion you're having - he stays home from work enough to dote on you in his own special way, taking note of your symptoms to properly take care of you » he only goes to the office a few times to bring you back some high doses of medicine you couldn't get over the counter at a cvs, so you could heal as fast as possible - "i know the pills are bigger than normal, but you only have to take them once a day for the rest of the week. don't be such a crybaby."

#patricia braden x reader #kitten braden x reader #neil lewis x reader #emma skillpa x reader #jackson rippner x reader #jonathan crane x reader #cillian murphy x reader

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corruption - l.r.h

requested: nope. thinking of this as i’m listening to music :)

cw: SMUT. oral (f), fingering, rough sex, choking, unprotected, mentions of alcohol, dom!luke, i’m a slut for luke hemmings

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“oh come on y/n, you’re telling me that you’ve never had anything interesting happen during sex?” crystal asked. i nodded my head. we were all sitting around in luke’s living room, some of us already drunk, some of us just buzzed. i was one of the only people in the group that was single, besides luke.

“i didn’t know there were interesting things when it came to sex until like two days ago, crystal. and we all know i constantly get ghosted whenever i try and get a date.” i rambled. i looked over at luke who was across the living room. he was slightly smirking as he listened to me.

“y/n, you’re 26. genuine question that’s gonna be real tmi. has a guy ever made you cum?” brandy asked. calum’s eyes widened at her question, but he wanted to know the answer too. everyone looked to me, waiting for my response.

“well i mean.. not exactly? when ever they’d get done they’d usually leave and i’d get myself off i guess.” i said, looking down. i picked at my nails, feeling slightly embarrassed. talking about this in front of my friends was a little embarrassing, but especially because luke kept watching me.

it’d be a lie if i said that i wasn’t attracted to luke. and it would also be a lie if i said i didn’t have a massive crush on him for the past few years. or maybe since we met. at sixteen.

“oh my god. are you serious?” michael questioned. i nodded my head, not wanting to look up at anyone. i bounced my leg, trying to calm myself down.

“okay y/n, let’s get you a drink. calm down those nerves, yeah?” crystal said, standing and grabbing my hand to get a drink. she pulled me to the kitchen, making sure we were alone.

“i’m not supposed to say anything, but i swear on my life, luke has been eyeing you this whole time. michael told me the other day that luke has been crushing on you for the longest time.” she spoke. my eyes almost fell out of my head from how wide they were.

“you’re serious?” i asked. she nodded her head. “dead serious.”

i glanced around the corner seeing that luke was still watching for me. my stomach did flips seeing him. i grabbed a drink from the fridge, popping it open and taking a large sip.

once crystal and i were back in the living room, luke’s eyes went back to being glued to me. “i’ll be right back guys, im gonna get changed.” i spoke up. everyone gave an ‘okay’ as i walked up the stairs. i went to luke’s room where i had left my overnight bag.

i closed the door before slipping out of my jeans and t-shirt. i unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the ground. i threw on my large shirt i used for pj’s, and slid on a pair of shorts. i headed back down the stairs, sitting back down on the couch. crystal handed me a drink, and i thanked her as i grabbed it.

we all sat there and talked for another few hours before everyone decided it was time to head home. i headed upstairs, grabbing my bag from luke’s room, and headed to his guest room.

“i’m gonna head to bed, goodnight luke!” i called from the door before closing it. i was too caught up in getting comfortable that i didn’t realize he hadn’t answered me.

i slid my shorts off, leaving me in my black panties and large t-shirt. i got on the bed, laying on my stomach. i scrolled through my phone, before stopping on a fan account of luke. i scrolled through the photos, squeezing my legs together.

“alright there?” luke’s voice scared me. i scrambled to sit up, covering my lower half with my t shirt. i clutched onto my phone, turning it off.

“oh don’t get all shy now, y/n. you’ve been showing yourself off, talking about nothing but your sex life all night. now i come in here seeing that you’re practically drooling over pictures of me.” he spoke, getting closer to me.

i swallowed hard, pushing my phone away from me. “i don’t know what you’re talking about, luke.” i played dumb. he laughed, shaking his head at me.

“don’t act like you’re all innocent there. if i hadn’t spoken up you would’ve started touching yourself. such a dirty slut.” he teased, crawling onto the bed, towering over me.

my breath hitched, and my thighs were dripping with my arousal. “i still don’t know what you mean.” i pushed. i don’t know where this confidence was coming from, but i could tell he was trying hard not to pin me down from my lies.

“you wanna be a brat? act like you don’t want me to fuck you? thats just fine darling. you can get yourself off alone, never getting what you wanted.” he spoke lowly. he was inches away from my face. i took a deep breathe, awaiting what he was going to do next.

he lowered his head to my neck, biting and licking at my skin. i let out a soft moan, making him smirk as he left marks on me. “i don’t want to hear another noise out of your mouth unless you’re gonna be a good girl.”

“i’ll be good, want to be good for you.” i whined. he smirked, lifting my shirt over my head. the smallest things he did made me wetter by the minute. i’d never felt this way with any other partner i’ve had.

he trailed his hands up and down my body, squeezing my thighs. he found his way to my clothed heat, running his fingers softly up and down. “so wet for me, yet i’ve hardly touched you. tell me what you want, sweetheart.” i gasped at his touch, moving my hips forward.

“anything, do anything to me, please, just touch me luke.” i begged. he chuckled at my need, slipping my panties down my legs and throwing them to the side. he kissed down my thighs, licking a stripe up my pussy.

i let out a groan, wanting more. my hands made their way to his curls, pulling slightly. he moaned at the feeling while his tongue attacked my clit. “fuck, luke, feels so good, never felt this good.” i breathed, my legs already shaking.

without warning, he slid a finger in, pumping in and out of me as he licked at me. i let out a loud moan, clenching around his finger. he slid another in, curling his fingers up.

“oh shit, luke! gotta cumbaby, please, luke, make me cum!” i begged, my thighs shaking harder. “cum for me good girl, wanna taste you.” he praised.

he continued curling his fingers, lapping away at my pussy. i pulled his hair, letting myself cum on his fingers. i squeezed my thighs, slightly trapping him as he kept going.

i arched my back, feeling overwhelmed with pleasure. “f-fuck! oh god, gonna cum again!” i cried. he moaned into my heat, sending me over the edge.

he pulled away once i calmed down, sucking my juices off his fingers. he brought his lips to mine, allowing me to taste myself on his tongue.

“did so good baby, now you can say you’ve cum having sex.” he teased. i blushed at his words. “i want more of you, lu, please.” i asked.

he threw his head back at the sight of me being spread out for him. he threw his shirt off and quickly slid his pants off. i watched as he grabbed hold of his cock, pumping it a few times.

“get on your hands and your knees, pretty girl.” he directed. i did as told, lifting my ass in the air. he slid his tip in, causing me to moan at the brief feeling. he pulled back before shoving his cock fully inside. i let out a yell as he steadied himself.

i buried my face into the pillows, screaming as he pounded into me. he grabbed my hair, pulling my face up. “don’t hide those pretty moans baby. want everyone to know who’s making you feel this fuckin good.” he said as he lifted me so his chest was pressed to my back.

my head fell back onto his shoulder, gasping as he hit my g spot. his hand traveled to my throat, squeezing tightly. my eyes rolled back as i let out strangled moans.

“luke! ugh, fuck! love your cock, never want anything else!” i cried, tears falling down my cheeks. he grunted as i kissed his neck.

“i’ve wanted you, fuck, for so long, y/n, never letting you go, you’re mine.” he growled, holding onto me as he fucked into me.

i clenched myself around him, moaning at how deep he was. he moaned at the feeling, smacking my ass from the side. “gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.” he groaned.

he pressed his hand against my stomach, feeling his cock deep inside me. “feel that baby? feel my cock bulging into your stomach?” he asked, keeping his rough pace. i nodded my head, gasping for air as he fucked me.

i clenched around him again, this time not being able to stop it. “lu, gonna cum again, wanna cum on your cock.” i yelped, feeling his cock twitch at my words.

“fuck baby, go on, cum for me.” he said, holding my hips as he continued to pound into me. a scream ripped from my throat as i came, my body convulsing as he held me close.

“gonna cum baby, where you want me to-” i cut him off before he could continue. “in me, need you in me, wanna feel your cum deep in my pussy. on birth control already.” i gasped.

“fuck, such a cum slut.” he said, releasing into my pussy. i felt the hot liquid fill me up, making me moan. luke pulled out of me, leading me down to the bed.

“just one second darling.” he spoke before leaving the room. he returned with a warm wash cloth, cleaning me up. my body was still shaking, and i could feel my heart pounding.

he returned to the bed, laying with me, pulling me close. “enjoy yourself, love?” he questioned. i nodded, whimpering.

“didn’t hurt you did i?” he asked, worried. i shook my head, looking up at him. “you’ve really wanted me for a while?” i asked, hoping he meant it. he nodded, squeezing me.

“i’ve loved you since we met. wanted you for the longest time. and now im never letting you go.”

i sighed with contentment, falling asleep in his grip.

#5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #calum hood #michael clifford #5sos #michael 5sos #ashton 5sos #calum 5sos #luke 5sos #5sos5 #luke hemmings imagines #luke hemmings smut

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Faithless

Savior Complex Part Two

Lottie Matthews x Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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sypnosis: Sick with guilt, scared of every shadow, hungry and stubborn, this is no way to live life. You lay in the attic all day, let the world pass you by, watching as memories play over and over, but there is blood on your hands and in your teeth. You can never get it off.

a/n: another au where coach ben didn’t burn down the cabin bc again… i am not dealing w that ❤️ and also I WANTED HURT/COMFORT SO I WROTE HURT/COMFORT. DEAL W IT. i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: mentions of death, cannibalism, swearing, depression, suicidal ideation, tell me if i missed anything!!

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You will never forget the sound his body made as he landed in the bottom of the pit. You will never forget that first moment you saw him, when all you saw was his still body and the blood. You will never forget the moment you had realized what had happened, when you saw the spikes and the blood, and you realized what his stillness meant.

Maybe the way that your mind had forced you into this loop where you constantly though about it was why you had these dreams.

Another night, another nightmare, and you shoot up straight in the flimsy mattress you call a bed. Natalie and Lottie’s arms fall from around you, and you push them off, the blankets off, everything away, because you can’t stand to be warm when he never will be warm again.

You cry. You cry. You didn’t know it was possible to cry this much, for your starved and hungry body to hold this much tears.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry,” someone is whispering, brushing the hair out of your face, and someone else just wraps themselves around you so you won’t hurt yourself or them in your frenzy.

Lottie kisses your shoulder and mumbles something. A prayer, maybe. You feel numb again.

Natalie takes your face in her hands, stares into your eyes, but it feels like she’s a ghost. You want to stare into her soft eyes, you want to kiss her, you want it to be how it was- but you just look through her.

She touches your temples.

“What is happening in here?” she whispers, her voice full of such genuine confusion, and when you can finally stare into her eyes, you realize she’s crying.

“I don’t know,” you whisper back, your voice scratchy from not being used. “I don’t know.”

She wipes away your tears, taking a deep breath and wrapping herself around you tighter, so your face is pressed into her chest. She sets her chin on top of your head.

And she holds you like that for a long time until she must think you’re asleep, so she guides you to lay down in that same position, the room quiet except for soft breaths.

“I-I don’t know how to help her, Lot.”

Lottie scratches your scalp. She doesn’t speak. She doesn’t know either.

—-

As soon as you woke up, you knew this day would be as worst as the last. So, like the day before, you didn’t wake up. After a while, Natalie detangles herself from you and Lottie, heading downstairs.

Since the hunt, Natalie had been the only one to leave the attic. Lottie had reopened all of her cuts and bruises in the aftermath, aggravating every sore spot in her body.

It was hard for her to get up and down the stairs.

But at least she had a reason.

You had turned into this black hole of a thing, sucking in breath and warmth and attention and letting out nothing in return.

Even now, as you lay on your side, Lottie pressed against your back, she’s trying to keep you warm, trying to make you feel better- running her hands through your scalp.

And if it was the before, if you still had some semblance of faith left in you- if you could believe that the world held something good in it, you would love it. You would love her attention and her comfort.

But every time you close your eyes you see his tiny bloody body. You feel the blood sinking under your skin. You hear the sound as he fell and landed.

You aren’t a person anymore. You’re a black hole, and all you can do is take.

—-

It’s not hard to realize that Natalie and Lottie are treating you like glass. And maybe you would be annoyed if you didn’t feel like glass.

You haven’t been able to eat since the hunt.

And you know they’re trying to be kind to you and your grief, but every time Nat looks at you in the light, she looks so concerned. You know you must be looking horrible, hungry and dirty.

Nat looks at you as she passes Lottie’s cup to her, full of meat that the scent of sends a sharp pang of hunger through your stomach. Lottie moves away from you so you don’t have to smell it or hear her chew it.

“You should really eat,” Natalie whispers. “I can find something for you.”

You look through her. And you know she notices it too by the way her shoulders drop.

“I’m tired,” you murmur softly, and you are. You’re tired of living the same memories every time you close your eyes. You’re tired of the hunger in your stomach.

You look down, fixing the blankets around you.

You can still feel her eyes on you. She doesn’t stop looking.

Lottie sets her metal cup onto the floor, untouched, and you look up in shock. Food is a commodity here. She should eat it before it gets cold. You would if you could.

“We know you’re scared,” she says, crawling gingerly towards you. You look at the floor and bring your knees to your chest. “But you can’t let your fear drive you to death.”

You scoff, automatically, because at you’re core you’re just a teenager girl who can’t fathom the notion of death.

“I’m serious,” Lottie whispers, her voice falling softly. She places her hand on your chest. “Breathe. In and out-”

“Lottie,” Nat says, her voice soft for you but her tone stern. Lottie rolls her eyes and turns back to you.

And it’s so casual, and so them, that you can help but smile.

They both seem a little shocked for a moment, but your smile doesn’t falter, too caught up in such a before moment, that they quickly slap their own smiles on their faces just so you’ll keep smiling.

Nat places her hand on your knee, still drawn up to your chest-

“We love you,” she says. And it’s just so true and so obvious that you believe her.

And even though you don’t know if you’ll ever not feel this horrible black hole in your chest, they love you.

When the first tears come, Natalie just wipes them away with her thumbs. But when they come like a rain storm, and your sharp breathes sound like thunder, she doesn’t bother trying to stop them.

Lottie comes behind you and wraps her arms around your waist, letting you fall against her, and the tight ball you had wound yourself up into falls. Natalie gets on her knees and presses your face to her chest.

“I love you,” Lottie whispers. “We love you.”

And they whisper it so many times the phrase starts to sound funny.

“It’s okay,” Nat whispers, because she has always been the type of person to throw a band-aid over a bullet hole. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“And it doesn’t feel like it,” Lottie continues, “But I know it will come. And you don’t have to do anything unless you want to, and… and we’ll always be here to make you do the stuff you have to do, no matter if you want to do it.”

It does not take away the fact that you feel like a black hole. It does not make Javi alive again. It doesn’t make you feel any less guilty.

But it makes you feel loved.

You are faithless, but maybe they have enough faith for the three of you.

—-

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[dark-night-hero]

Imagine being Itoshi Sae and Itoshi Rin's older sibling.

Imagine one of the hardest things you have to witness was to see your own little siblings grew apart. To think that those who two would often walk side by side, play against each other as you watch by them on the side. It saddens you that you couldn't prevent them from growing apart. Although you knew it was something that only concerns the two of them, who knows? Maybe you could have done something.

Imagine being the older sibling of two promising football player only means that people would constantly be asking you of the two. "Aren't you Itoshi Sae's siblings? Can you please ask him if I could get an autograph?" "Hi, excuse me. You're Itoshi Rin's sibling right? Can I please ask for his autograph" and all sorts of shits in which you can only reply with a raise of brow before saying. "Itoshi? Itoshi who? I have no idea who you're talking about." Or "Mind if you fuck off while I'm asking nicely?" Honesty depends on your mood.

Imagine the thing about being those two older siblings is that. They either don't care about you enough to ignore you, or they are afraid of you enough to avoid you, which is obviously the latter.

Imagine, Itoshi Sae never regrets the words he said to Rin that day, his only regret is that you also happened to be there when it happened. What could you possibly do when you see the two of your siblings saying hurtful bullshit at each other? You give then real pain, smacking both of them at the back of their heads. "If you're going to talk bullshit, do it when I'm not here. Morons."

Imagine being the older sibling only means you should be their to support your little siblings' dream of becoming all sorts of number one in the world. So it should be natural to see you among the crowd of people, most of the time sitting on your designated seat, but they would never forget the glimpse of pride and happiness every time they score a goal as you still sat in their chilling unlike the others who were screaming on top of their lungs. For them, that was the loudest cheer in the crowd as you smiled and clapped your hand.

Imagine, ever since that day. Rin and Sae never really get along as they did in the past. But when it comes to you, it was a different matter. "How are they?" "The doctor says they're stable now, they're resting inside their room." "Are they awake?" "I think, mom and dad are inside." Then there was silence as the two of them waited outside the room.

"Don't you have a game today? In Spain?" You spoke as you pointed the spoon to Sae. "And you, aren’t you supposed to be on blue lock? How did you even get out?" This time you pointed the spoon to Rin. Both of them just stood there glaring at you while you just sat there, with a broken arm, a bandage around your head with wounded lips, eating an ice cream with one hand.

"How the hell did you even fall down the stairs? Don't you have a legs? Just go down the normal way." "You're old, you should know how to take care of your body." As the two of them spoke, you were left speechless with their words. And then you laugh, although it did hurt your lips as well as made your head throb, you couldn't help but to laugh.

Imagine the way you smile afterward before giving them a signal to come close. And as they did, both of them received a good smack on the head. "Talk to me with honorifics, you little punks. You think just because you made a name for yourself means you can casually address me as you?" Looking at your who siblings who can't even apologize as they rub their head in pain, you let out a sigh. "Come here."

Imagine, as they flinch and carefully approached you once again. You lift your free hand and mess with their hair one by one. "Thank you for coming, sorry for making you worry." You know for sure that the relationship of these two were complicated as ever, and yet once in a while. "It's good to see you two getting along." You chuckle as their eyes shaken, their hands curl into a fist.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2023°

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Ooo omg I had an idea come to me while at work (lol)-

It’s a Tangerine x fem!civilian!reader where it’s inspired by Beauty and the Beast. So maybe Y/n’s not so great boyfriend screwed the twins over a lot of money, and won’t pay it back, so the Twins go after him. They’re going through the dude’s house and Y/n happens to walk in the front door while they’re sneaking around the house. Their plan kinda takes a sharp turn when they abruptly (and somewhat accidentally) turn it into a ransom sort of situation… But like, they really don’t usually involve innocent people, so they’re kinda fumbling about it, and also being uncharacteristically (for abductors) sweet and gentlemenly (while poor Y/n is terrified and honestly has no clue what’s happening). Like they’re constantly asking if she needs water, if she wants a snack, if she needs extra blankets extra pillows, etc… It’s honestly like she’s being doted on☠️ Anyways, Tangerine and Y/n bond over him and Lem’s huge library, and they do catch feelings for each other. Tan, feeling really bad, let’s Y/n go even though her bad bf still hasn’t payed them back… A few months later, Y/n finds herself knocking on Tan and Lem’s door being she missed them and she has feelings for Tan🥺 Y/n throwing herself into Tan’s arms the second he opens the door🤧

hii angel!! im so sorry this has taken so long, idk why but I really struggled to write this😭 been doing it for weeks and couldn’t get it write, not even sure if I like it now. but thank you for you patience and forever good ideas. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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tangerine x f reader

wc || 1288

warnings || none? bad writing lol

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After a long day, there was only one thing you wanted, and that was to flop onto the sofa and forget about your shitty day. Twisting the key in the front door, you make a beeline straight to the couch, immediately slumping into the soft cushions as you kick off your shoes. 

You hear a couple of unexpected scruffles from the room above you that instantly catches your attention. You knew you weren't hearing things because the sounds were clear as day, two sets of what seemed to be masculine footsteps pacing in your bedroom. 

You wanted to call for help, but when you saw your bag and phone on the stairs, you knew you couldn't retrieve it without alerting the intruders upstairs. Slowly sitting up, you glance around the room for possible weapons you could use to protect yourself with. Your eyes land on the fire iron beside the fireplace, so you steadily make your way over, crawling quietly along the floor.

You reach for the fire poker with unsteady fingers, hands practically shaking as they snake around the handle, pulling it from the hook. All the fear makes itself known when you accidentally hit another tool, clattering and echoing as it falls to the floor. Your eyes bug in panic, extending the makeshift weapon towards the stairs as you cower behind it.

"Who's down there?" one of the voices shouts.

"I swear to fuck, if it's that knob, I tell ya..." the other says, loud enough for you to hear.

Within a few seconds, there's a stampede of footsteps as they rush down the stairs.

"You're not--?" the moustached man says, looking perplexed as he turns to his partner. 

"What the fuck-" the other says, staring at you in confusion. 

"Please, I don't want any trouble," you offer, dropping the tool, showing your palms as if to show your innocence. "Just take what you want,"

"Don't worry-- we uh-- we ain't gonna rob ya," the first man says, slowly making his way over with his hands in the air. 

"We're just looking for someone. You ain't seen him by any chance?" 

"No, no, I don't know-" you stammer, your frightened eyes glancing around the room for escape routes. 

"Here," one of the Englishmen says, slipping his hand into his pocket. He eases you with a smile when he sees you flinch. "It's just a phone. It's okay. We ain't gonna hurt ya," he turns to screen to you, slowly making his way over so as not to startle you further. "We're after him, he uh-- he owes us a tidy sum of money,"

Staring at the picture, your eyes bug. 

"What's that face? You know him?" the other asks, watching your expressions from across the room. He snaps his fingers when he sees your face turn blank, looking like you're stuck in thought.

"Um... yeah, but please don't hurt me. I had no idea. How much? How much money?" you meekly ask, avoiding their gaze.

"Five hundred,"

"Can I just pay you? Then-- then it can all be over?"

"... thousand," the other adds.

"Fuck..." you mumble, frustratedly running your fingers through your hair. "I don't-- I don't know what to do,"

"You know where we can find him?"

"No, he... doesn't tell me. He leaves randomly... for weeks at a time. He... he just disappears," 

"Does he live here?" 

"No, this is my place. He just stays here sometimes,"

The moustached man turns back to his partner. Whispering. "What a dick," he faces you again before pulling his friend to the side. "We'll be right back," 

You couldn't hear much of their conversation with your heartbeat thumping in your ears, but by the looks on their faces, they were at a loss, confused even, like they didn't know what to do with you. 

They return shortly after with wry grins, awkwardly making their way over to you. "We ain't gotta scooby what to do," one of them says, chuckling. "Do-do you want anything to eat? You hungry? Thirsty?" 

You shake your head no, sitting back on the sofa with your head in hands.

"We can order some food? Our treat?"

"No, thanks," you say, your tone still wary.

"We can't keep her, mate. It ain't fair," the moustached man quietly says, occasionally glancing at you. 

"The money, bruv. He's gonna turn up," the other bribes, smacking his friend on the chest.

"Mate... look at her. She's scared shitless. We should just let her go," he sighs.

"Dude... catching feelings or some shit?"

"No," he instantly blurts out, avoiding your gaze. "We... we don't know where that twat is. I'm tired. I'm bored, hungry, and fed up. Let's just go," he persuades, nudging his friend along. 

"Alright, fine, you stay here, imma go call about," he sighs, walking out of the room.

The seemingly friendly moustached man makes his way over to you, crouching in front of you. His features are soft and gentle. "Hey," he says, his tone tender. "We're really sorry you got caught up in this shitshow, y'know? It weren't meant to be like this," he says, speaking with sincerity.

"It's alright," you nod, meeting his gaze. "Was bound to happen sometime," you chuckle, making a poor attempt at a joke. "The dudes a... the dudes a waste of space," sighing, momentarily averting from his focused gaze.

"Yeah..." he softly chuckles, placing a warm hand on your knee to stop your jittering leg. "You don't need to be afraid. We ain't gonna hurt ya," he softly smiles, tapping your leg. "We're gonna head off. Again, we're really sorry for all this,"

"Wait, I didn't get your name," you say, glancing up to look at him.

"Call me Tangerine," he sheepishly grins, slightly groaning as he stands. "Despite the shitty circumstance, it was nice to meet you," he chuckles, awkwardly scratching his neck as he walks away.

You turn around, your gaze following him. "It was nice to meet you, Tangerine," you smile.  

-

Ever since the 'robbery' a few months back, there has only been one persistent thought in your brain, and it was Tangerine. Even though you met the way you did, you couldn't help how regularly you thought of him, how you'd find yourself wondering how he was doing, what he was up to or where he was.

Since then, you've been on a mission to find your way back to him, doing everything you could to see him again. Some may think it's insane, and maybe you did too, but you honestly did not care. You desperately wanted to see him again, and you hoped he felt the same way.

You were starting to lose hope, slowly but surely running out of faith, but then you see the back of a person, a man who has been in your mind for the last four months.

You felt your chest tighten and heart thump as you watch the man cross the road in front of you. You immediately pull onto the curb, turn off the engine and jump out of your car. Running through the amber light, you chase after him. As embarrassing as it felt, you weren't sure you cared enough. 

"Tangerine?" you pant, finally catching up to him. 

"What- oh my god. It's you?" he grins.

You didn't even need to think. You instantly wrap your arms around him, tightly hugging him. "Hi," you say, your words muffle into his chest. "Sorry," you smile, pulling away, looking awkward.

"No, no, don't be," he widely smiles. "I didn't think I'd see you again,"

"Me neither," you grin with your hand on your chest to subdue your heavy breathing.

"You uh- got time for a drink?" he asks, gazing at you.

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[fandomimaginestrash]

Initiation - Eddie Munson x (GN) Henderson! Reader

Summary: Eddie Munson had been dating Dustin Henderson's sibling since long before Dustin joined Hellfire, it's not their fault he never saw the signs. (Alternate Summary: Dustin invites his sibling to join their boyfriends' D&D campaign.)

Today was the day. The first day of senior year. It also happened to be the day your brother started his freshman year. Normally, you would get a ride to school with Eddie, who had been your boyfriend for the last six months. However, today being Dustin's first day, it was probably better that you drop him off since he didn't want to take his bike. "Dustin!" You called up the stairs from the front door, "will you please hurry up, you're going to make us both late!" "I'm coming, I'm coming!" you heard his response as he bounded down the stairs, his footsteps were so loud you feared he actually might fall through them. Dustin pushed past you and headed towards the front door. "Dusty, you need some breakfast." Your mother called after him. "There's no time mom!" He bellowed back as you sighed dramatically and whispered under your breath "we are never getting to school, are we?" "Look, I've got an apple, okay!" Dustin grabbed one from the fruit bowl to satisfy your mom. "Have a lovely day, dears!" "We will mom!" you responded in chorus.

As you climbed into the car, Dustin began quizzing you about the school. What the cliques were, whether the older kids would be horrid to him and his friends. "Maybe that shirt's not such a great idea." You gestured to what your brother was wearing and raised an eyebrow. "Hey, this shirt is a classic." He defended. You both laughed and the rest of the drive was spent with you constantly reassuring him that he would have a great time.

When you got to the school, you pulled up in an empty spot and let Dustin out of the car. "Aren't you coming?" He asked when you didn't move. "Yeah, I'll be out in a minute, you go on ahead." You smiled. Thirty seconds after he had turned and left, the passenger side door opened again and there was a hefty sigh as the visitor threw themselves down into the seat. "Here we are again," Eddie turned to face you and you to face him, "high school, how thrilling." His voice was monotonous and sarcastic. "Senior year, again," you teased him with a smile as your hand reached up to cup his cheek, "not much longer now babe, this is going to be your year!" You assured him. He moved his head to kiss the palm of your hand, which was still touching his face. "I love that you have so much faith in me." He pulled you by the arm towards him and kissed your forehead, then your lips, then your lips again. Flashing you a wicked grin in between. "No." "Wha-" Eddie clutched at his heart, "What do you mean no, I haven't even said anything." "Your face says it all, I missed enough classes last year because of you, you are not being the reason I miss the first class of senior year when you're the reason I almost didn't make it to senior year!" Although you were entirely serious in what you were saying, your tone was playful. It wasn't Eddies fault you almost got held back a year, sure he was the reason you skipped all those classes, but it was definitely still your choice to do so. "Fine, then I guess I'm just going to have to find someone else who'll hang out with me." He feigned disappointment, knowing full well just how important it was to you to be able to go off to college next year. "Good luck." You smiled, pulling your hand away from his face and opening your car door to step out. Eddie followed suit, before stepping around the vehicle and stopping in front of you. "One more, for luck?" he pleaded. How could you say no to those beautiful, brown eyes? You stepped forward, allowing yourself to be wrapped up in his arms as you shared a kiss. "Love you." He whispered as you broke the kiss. "Love you too."

The next time you saw Eddie was in English class. The two of you didn't share many classes, so, despite the fact this was the subject he disliked the most, you made it bearable. He sat in the seat right next to you, you knew this was going to be a long, long semester. "Quit staring at me!" You whispered. "Can't," he responded, "if I blink or look away you might disappear." When he wanted to, Eddie could be incredibly sweet and romantic, but when the situation called for it, he could also be exactly what you would expect from the school 'freak'. Despite the number of times you had told him it was just a stupid, awful nickname and reassured him he isn't actually a freak, part of him couldn't get over the fact that they might be right and once you figured that out, he would lose you for good. "Mr Munson," the teacher called, grabbing the attention of you both, "can we please open our textbooks?" Eddie quickly found he was the only person without an open book on his desk and he began rummaging around. Unable to find it, but too embarrassed to ask the teacher for a copy, he began to doodle in his notebook, giving the illusion he was taking notes. "Here," you whispered, "I've got a spare." Eddie looked at you puzzled, "Why on earth do you have a spare textbook?" "Honestly, I figured you wouldn't have one, so I got two." You smiled at him. He looked at you with a face that displayed eternal gratitude. "You're so weird," his frown turned to a smile, "and I'm so lucky." Eddie had never really had 'school supplies', and you meant what you said about this being the year he graduated. You were going to do everything you could to help, even if that meant forcing him to study and making sure he had all the textbooks he required. He knew that you weren't buying him school supplies because he or his uncle couldn't, but that it was because you genuinely cared for him.

When lunch finally rolled around, you looked everywhere for Eddie, but, he was nowhere to be found. You sat at your usual table, neither Eddie nor his D&D friends were anywhere to be found, so for now, you sat alone. That was until you saw your brother charging through the cafeteria. "Odd," you thought to yourself. "I wonder where he's running to?" You were no stranger to the antics of your brother, his friends, and the Upside Down. So out of instinct, you followed him. He ran into an empty classroom, which you too were going to enter until you looked through the frosted pane of glass. Dustin had run into a Hellfire meeting, headed up, of course, by Eddie.

Leaving them to it, you smiled and walked back to the cafeteria, grateful that your brother and boyfriend were getting along as well as you had known they would. Even if Dustin didn't know about your relationship. 

Your first class after lunch felt like it had lasted forever. When the bell finally rang, you grabbed your belongings and ran straight for the door, not hearing what the teacher had said about homework at all. When you got to your locker, Eddie was already there waiting for you. "What took you so long?" he dramatically looked at his watch. "Shut up and tell me why you were talking to my brother." You quizzed him with a smile. "Little Henderson wants to join Hellfire," he shrugged, "what can I say, word gets around fast that I'm the best Dungeon Master in this town." A fact you were not going to dispute. Although you had never actually witnessed a Hellfire meeting, you had flicked through Eddie's notes when he was preparing a campaign (on more than one occasion). "And you're going to....?" you waited for him to respond. "I'm going to....?" he mocked your tone and you cocked your head to one side. "Obviously I'm going to let him and his friends join." "Okay, it sounds like there's a but." "But," he continued, confirming your suspicions, "I can't just let them join, that would be crazy, Gareth and Jeff would kill me. They have to pass the initiation first." "God, you're sadistic, I love you." You breathed, shaking your head ever so slightly. "That's what they tell me, and, I love you too." He placed a quick, chaste kiss on your forehead before walking off to his next class. One that he no doubt was not going to pay attention to. You watched Eddie walk away and began to wonder what kind of madness he would come up with for your brother and his friends.

***

"PLEASE!" Dustin begged. "Yeah, please, please, please!" Added Mike. "You have to!" Lucas chimed in. "Oh, I have to, do I?" You raised your eyebrow at the boy. "Oh, erm, I mean," Lucas stumbled over his words, "You're our only hope." He elaborated. "Ah!" You looked between the three boys, "So I'm your Obi-Wan." Dustin began to smile, he knew this meant you were in, the other two, however, just stood there nodding frantically. "Okay, I'll join," the three boys began to cheer. "BUT," you raised your hand, "there is one condition." You heard a chorus of "name it" "anything" and a dramatic "here we go" which came with an eye-roll, from Lucas, Mike and Dustin, in that order. "You must not, and I repeat, must not, tell Eddie it was me who taught the three of you to play in the first place." The three boys agreed very quickly to your condition. "Good," you nodded, sattisfied. "Now go get in the car so we can get this show on the road!

As you drove back towards the school, you couldn't help but think about the look on Eddie's face when he discovered that you had been keeping this secret from him for as long as you had known him. "So why don't you want Eddie to know?" Mike asked you. "Erm," you racked your brain trying to come up with something believable that on the one hand didn't expose your relationship, and on the other hand didn't make it seem like the two of you had never even so much as spoken to one another. It's not like you were trying to hide your relationship, in fact, chances are pretty much the whole school knew by now. It's just your family who didn't, and you weren't even hiding it! Eddie would pick you up for school and drop you at home regularly. "I mean we share a few classes, but it's not like we ever talk about D&D, you know." You shrugged, hoping you had managed to quell their curiosity. Which it had done, for now.

"I can't wait, this is going to be so much fun!" Lucas cheered as the three boys exited the car ahead of you. "I've heard his campaigns are EPIC!" Dustin squealed. "I've heard they're ruthless!" Mike's voice matched the excitement in his eyes. "You guys go ahead, I'll be right behind you." You called as you locked your car. The boys ran off and made their way to the classroom reserved for Hellfire; you on the other hand, took a deep breath and prepared yourself for what was going to happen next.

"So," you heard as you neared the classroom, "who did you bring?" Eddie had asked the three excited boys. "That would be me." You answered, stepping into the room before any of them could say anything. "Really?" Eddie asked, confused and surprised. "You.... don't play?" You weren't sure if that was a question or a statement. Eddie began walking towards you. He was unable to hear the three boys stifling their giggles. Dustin, Mike and Lucas took their seats on your right-hand side. You carried on walking towards Eddie, paying no attention to the grin on his face and meeting him halfway across the room. "Who do you think taught these dweebs to play?" Motioning towards them with your head. “My god, you’re so damn hot." Eddie breathed.

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[klausysworld]

hi can you write a one-shot for yandere klaus mikaelson, where klaus has kidnapped y/n and has her living with his brothers, and they don't do anything to free her because they know not to mess with klaus, and elijah starts to develop a soft spot for y /n and falls in love with her, and it hurts that klaus has her against his will, so he starts to devise plans to free her, but klaus finds out and attacks him with the dagger, and months later elijah is freed (maybe by rebekah) and the first thing she wants to do is release y/n but it's too late because she finds her fucking klaus and she's in love with him, and now she doesn't want to leave.

The girl he loved with his younger brother

Elijah often excused Niklaus’ behaviour.

He almost justified everything he did no matter how awful his actions became.

And he really tried to steer clear of his brothers new obsession.

Even when she was forced into their house and constantly in tears cowering in the corner as Klaus screamed for her to ‘just stop crying’.

He watched her tremble when he would pick her up and sit with her on his lap, he could hear her heart race a thousand times per minute and despite his brother being so delusional he believed that it was because she loved him, Elijah knew it was such intense fear.

He had tried to speak to her.

When she was sat in the kitchen, being a ‘good girl’ and waiting quietly for Klaus to come back from his shower.

Elijah had apprehensively approached her, sitting across from her but unable to catch her eye as she looked down at the table. She was dressed in Klaus’ henley and joggers despite them being too big for her.

“Y/n?” He called softly to gain her attention. She quickly looked up and him and sat straighter, assuming it would be Klaus who was addressing her. She blinked in surprise when she saw him and his kind smile. “Hello” he began as she seemed to be entirely focused on him. She hadn’t ever been very close to any of the siblings even though she now lived with them, they knew not to actually acknowledge her.

She glanced nervously to the stairs where she could hear the shower still running before back to Elijah with a look of question.

“He’s not going to hurt you” he told her, his hand moving across the kitchen isle to touch hers. “This has only happened once or twice before, he will only ever harm you if you truly betray his trust”

She wasn’t sure what was meant by that. Elijah often made it that way when he spoke, never giving straight answers and yet drawing more attention from her as she looked him over.

“It’s best to try and love him, I know it’s a little difficult but he would hand you his heart on a plater if you asked him to. All he wants is a piece of yours in return.”

She opened her mouth to speak but heard a throat clear. She turned to see Klaus with a brow raised as he glanced to where his elder brothers hand rest upon his loves.

Y/n was quick to move hers away and get off of the stool and walking over to him, welcoming his embrace cautiously.

She didn’t see the darkening look he had on his face as he looked over at Elijah, the way his eyes burned gold as he kissed the top of her head.

Elijah was careful in walking out of the room, making sure his brother hadn’t followed.

Elijah watched for weeks as she tried her best to adjust to her situation but the broken look on her face always came back once Klaus left the room.

One minute she had her beautiful smile painted on and her face in Klaus’ chest as he rubbed her thigh and they watched a film, and the next she was staring aimlessly at the front door which was spelled a hundred times over so she may never leave.

So he spoke to her little by little, more and more.

He began to get to know her.

He began to make her smile, to get a laugh out of her and himself too.

He began to see what his brother saw.

But that was the issue. Niklaus.

Klaus knew Elijah liked her. He listened to their conversations and watched from afar.

He made to be a kind as he possibly could to his y/n, got her anything she wanted so she would smile for him.

And after a while her heart sped up for reasons other for fear.

She blushed and giggled, she would lean on him and approach him for some physical affection.

But it didn’t stop Elijahs feeling from progressing.

And when Niklaus overheard Elijah making deals with witches to lift the spells on the house, he knew he needed to get rid of him.

He wasn’t expecting for y/n to sob her heart out as she walked in on Klaus holding a dagger through Elijahs chest.

“No! No no no” she sobbed, her body caving to the ground as she pulled Elijah to her, holding his cold grey body.

Klaus was angry of course but he made sure to be gentle.

“Sh my love, come here” he cooed, his hands pulling her to into his arms and comforting her

“Why?” She whispered with a crack of her voice

“He was going to kill you” he lied.

“What?”

“He thought you would be better off dead than with me. He was going to kill you”

Y/n’s heart broke and she clung to Klaus for days. She knew Elijah had been worried but surely death would be worse than this? Klaus had never hurt her, he was soft and loving.

Especially now he was completely all she had.

He was the only person to make her smile, to hold her hand and whisper encouragement to her.

It took months but eventually she had fallen for him. She didn’t fear his every move.

She seeked comfort in him, love in him. And piece by piece he founded her heart.

If only Elijah knew this when he was dragging his exhausted body up the stairs. The lack of blood making his mind too hazy to hear the moans that leaked from his brothers bedroom.

He didn’t comprehend the door being locked, instead just forced it open only to stop in his tracks. His heart aching to have the dagger back inside it as he saw his younger brother ontop of the girl he loved.

Klaus’ head whipped up from where it was in her neck to the door. An animalistic sound leaving his throat as he used his body to shield hers from view.

Y/n was far too gone in her pleasure to register the door being open, she only moaned his name louder as their position seemed to change.

Elijah left in a flash. His soul felt heavy and his humanity lessened.

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[starsomens]

Star hello! Im so sorry about the test love :( there will always be the next one!

how about one where Noah and Y/N have a big argument and hurtful words are tossed, etc. so reader leaves and as reader leaves the house she goes

"Oh and just so you know what I was annoying you about" and she tosses him a test "im pregnant!" and slams the door

now you go 👀

OOOOO I have not done ANY angst here! Here we go!

warnings: language, arguing,

"you can't keep doing this shit Y/N!" he begins to raise his voice

"Oh my god Noah grow the fuck up! It was goddamn mistake" you said as you slump into one of the kitchen chairs

"It's not a fucking mistake when you do the same shit over and over." he his hand comes down on to the counter "it's so fucking annoying and you wonder why I stay at the studio all fucking day"

"I don't know maybe with some other girls you meet or something" you fire back, not really meaning it but wanting to fire back just as hard

"right, right. Because you're annoying ass has to know what and who I'm with constantly" he turned his back and walked away from you " 'Cause if that's how you feel why the fuck are we even together?" he didn't mean that either, he just wanted to get back at your comment

"Fine." you push yourself out of the chair and head upstairs. Noah following you behind just a few steps away "Y/N what are you do?"

You didn't answer and just started stuffing a backpack you had with your essentials. You grab your charger and push past him and head down the stairs

"Don't just ignore me Y/N, come on" he said trying to reach for your arm. Maybe he was a bit too harsh with his words. He didn't mean any of what he said. You grab your keys and open the door

"I'm going to Y/B/N's, I don't know how long I'll be there but if you really think we shouldn't be together here's your chance to confirm that" you said opening the door.

"Y/N, baby wait I didn't-"

"Oh and if you're wondering what I was so annoying about today," you throw a plastic bag at him, it hits his chest and he catches it before it hits the ground. "I'm pregnant." you slam the door out of frustration. He stood there frozen for way too long just staring at the test in his hand before his legs finally move to go after you.

"Y/N! Wait! Come on let's talk about this!" but he was too late you started the car and backed up out of the drive way and drove down the road "Fuck! Why did I say that?!" he goes back inside and the house is quiet without you there. He takes out one of the tests and just looks at it. He falls on to the couch and really lets it set in

"...I'm gonna be a dad..." he slight chuckle escapes his lips "She's...we're gonna be parents." he pulls out his phone and calls Nick.

"yeah?"

"..Nick I fucked up." Noah confesses with a bite to his bottom lip "Could you meet me here when you can?"

"I'll be there in 10"

Make sure about his door no explains what was happening and the newfound news and Nick, being his best friend gave it to him straight

“ yeah, you fucked up”

“ yeah I’m already aware of that. How am I gonna fix that ? she’s pissed off at me.” Nick flicks his forehead and looks at him dead in the eye

” All I’m going to say is you got yourself into this mess. She’s pregnant and the last thing either of you need is for her to be stressed right now. Do you know where her friend lives?”

“ yeah, I’ve picked her up there a couple of times”

“ come on we got a few stops to make before we go and get her” Nick said, grabbing his car keys motioning to the door with his head. It was safe to say Noah had taken some time picking the right things and reciting the right things in his head.

Which was why your best friend had to answer an anxious door bell at around 1:20 am.

“Haven’t you done enough damage?” You friend asked crossing her arms at him, she may like him but whenever he fucks up with you, he also fucks up with her.

“Look i know. I was wrong I just…..I need to talk to her. Please” he really didn’t want to argue and wanted to see you and talk to you. She lets out a huff and calls for you to come over. You come into view with your arms crossed and no emotion on your face. There stood your boyfriend with a large bouquet of flowers, and a stuffed animal in his other hand. with a bag hanging from his hand full of treats he knows you love. You step aside, signaling for him to come. inside. You close the door and your. friend leads into her room to give you both privacy. Noah's sets down the bag on the coffee table and looks at you with his pleading eyes

"I'm...sorry baby." he starts " I didn't mean anything I said. You never annoy me, ever. You're the one person that's constantly checking on me, even when you tell me to take a break I'll still sit there for hours You are never knowing And you know I'm always open to you and you can ask me any question you'd like. There is no one else for me except for you and. now....them." He said as his eyes dart down to your stomach and back up to your eyes.

"Noah.... Maybe you're right. maybe I was being a little too pushy, and I should trust you more knowing that you wouldn't do something like that to me. I was just a little nervous to tell you the news And I didn't know how you'd react hearing it..." you sniff looking away from him

"Oh baby no...don't apologize" he said setting the rest of the stuff down and bringing you into his hold "This was all my fault. I shouldn't have snapped like that you don't deserve that...neither of you" he tested the waters and pulls back to look down at your none existent bump. His thumb grazing over your hips

"Look if you still need time to calm down or just need the space I can come back-" you shake your head and take his hands in yours

"...Lets go home" you gave his hands a squeeze. He grabs your bags and any extra items and didn't let you carry anything even if you offered. Once you were at the car he accommodated your items. He turns to you. He looked like he wanted to say something but opted for just a simple hug and kiss to your lips

"I'm sorry princess. Let's get you both home" he smiles softly and opens the door for you. He gets into the drivers seat and takes you home where you belonged. With him.

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