#last question made me feel so soft..... im sick

[bigfatbimbo]

Imagine soft domming Lute, I feel like if she had sexual experiences they would be aggressive and not super caring. But what about taking the time to meticulously kiss every part of her and praise her until she’s in heavy subspace, even then just being super gentle and caring for her

IM SO NORMAL ABOUT LUTE SHES MY GIRLFRIENF I SWEAR

(Fem reader :33)

a/n — GOD I LOVE WOMAN I giggled when I saw this because I am genuinely so in love with this woman. Also, she’s OUR girlfriend ma’am, don’t get it twisted.

“What are you doing?” she questioned, sitting up slightly on the mattress you had her pressed against.

You had her hand in yours and pressed a kiss to her knuckle, “Is something wrong, baby?”

She knew this part, or at least thought she did. After pushing her into the mattress, you would fuck her rough and fast, cum, and then leave. 

If she was lucky she would get close and if she was luckier she would finish. That’s just how the men were in heaven. You were different though, you weren’t a man at all.

But as you straddled her lap you seemed to drink up her appearance. Your eyes fell on every flick of light in her eyes and every curve in her hips.

“No it’s just—“ She tried to process her thoughts, “—Well, it usually goes by faster than this.”

“Oh, am I not quick enough for you, Lute?” You tease, giving her knuckles one more kiss before moving down her arm.

Lute thought for a moment she should clarify her comment wasn’t a knock on you, or anything like that.

She thought maybe that’s why sex never lasted long. Every time she spoke she sounded meaner and more aggressive than she meant too.

She guessed that everyone she’s laid with probably didn’t like her cold demeanor. Well, they weren’t alone because, she didn’t like it either.

“God, you’re so pretty,” you breathe against her neck as your fingers trace down her body. Her breath hitched at your gentle touches.

“Don’t lie,” she commanded. If there was one thing Lute was known for, it was her intensity and strength in battle, not her beauty.

“I’m not,” you planted a kiss on her neck and slipped your fingers down to her already wet panties, “Your the most beautiful woman i’ve ever met, sweetie.”

Your kiss traces closer to her jawline and you bite down softly, making her gasp. Somehow, even your hickeys were laced with tenderness, it almost made her sick.

“Ah— wait I—“ She felt one of your fingers slip into her pussy and she grabbed your shoulders to hold onto. 

She’d never been doted on like this. Nothing in Lutes life had ever been gentle. When she wasn’t fighting in a ruthless battle with literal maniacs, she was training or taking sexist jeers from Adam.

She moaned softly and gripped your arms tighter when she felt another finger inside her, paired with another gentle bite on her neck.

“You’re amazing,” You whisper, working your fingers in her pussy, “You’re so amazing, and pretty, and good for me, baby.” 

She couldn’t help but whine and bury her face in your neck. You kiss her head and slowly add another finger to her cunt, hesitantly glancing down at Lute to make sure it wasn’t too much. 

Your glance of approval was met with a soft moan. She pulled her face out of your neck and her hands crept up to your cheeks, pulling you in for a a hungry kiss.

You sink into it and scissor your fingers slightly, making her whine into your mouth and furrow her brows.

When she pulled away she looked dazed, “Nngh, no one’s ever—“ she closes her eyes and tries to get her thoughts in order, “—ever treated me like this.” 

Her voice wavered when she finished her sentence and she put her forehead against yours. Her hands fall on each side of your neck.

“Everyone who has half a brain should treat you just like this, baby,” You tease her clit, softly, just grazing it, “You deserve everyone to worship you like this. My beautiful angel, my pretty girl.

“No I—“ Lutes back arched up into you and her nails dug into your neck, “Ungh, Stop it, wait.”

She grinds down onto your fingers, aching for more of you, yearning for your nice words. She liked being treated like this, despite the downside of vulnerability, she liked feeling special.

She liked feeling like a treasure. She arched up into you as you played with her clit, grasping onto your back, desperately trying to bring you closer. 

Her eyes watered and her voice broke the next time she moaned your name. A noticeable rasp crept into her whimpers and she whined for more.

“So good for me, such pretty noises, such a good girl,” you kissed the side of her head and rubbed your fingers her clit quicker, making her whine and claw at your back.

You were sure she was leaving deep scratches because it stung like hell.

“‘m close,” she moaned out, riding your hand more vigorously. By this point she was crying at your nice words, as those came so rare to her.

“‘m gonna cum, please, baby,” she whined into your neck.

“Alright baby just give me a second hold on,” you mutter just loud enough for her to hear.

She waited to see what you would do next, what you would say to her. To her dismay, your fingers pulled out of her.

Lute whined loudly at the emptiness in her pussy. Her brain was too fuzzy to formulate a reason as to why you would do that.

Until you kissed her slowly, slipping your tongue in. She milked the kiss for all it was worth, hoping it would coax your digits back into her. 

Instead, your head slowly sank down her body, leaving trails of kisses down her stomach before stopping at her pussy.

It was glistening wet and puffy from the attention, looking absolutely beautiful.

“Please,” Lute weeped, biting her lip to quiet herself down, “Your— your tongue—“ She whines loudly when she feels you get closer, your breath on her cunt.

“Deep breaths, baby. Doing so good for me, waiting so patiently, my sweet girl,” your face inches closer to her leaking folds and she moans in anticipation.

In one swift motion you bury your face in her pussy, drinking up her fluids in long drown out licks. You savored every taste of her and every moan she let out because of it.

Her shaking thighs tightened around your head and you held them down while you devoured her.

“Ungh— Close, god please,” she whines, desperately as she feels you suck on her clit. 

All of your attention tugged at her heart string tremendously. Usually, nothing in Lutes life was actually about her. If she wasn’t serving and agreeing with Adam’s every word, she was keeping the army in order. 

You drank up her pretty cunt until she finally screamed, thighs squeezing around you, and then releasing all over your face.

You licked all of it up that you possibly could before finally emerging. 

She looked absolutely blissed out on the mattress, panting for breath, cheeks wet with tears. You crawled back up to her and kissed her jawline, working your way up to her lips.

She was too tired to fully kiss back, so you kissed her forehead, and began to leave the mattress. 

She grabbed your wrist weakly before gazing up at you with needy eyes.

“please, I need you,” she pleaded. “I want more.”

a/n — MY BABY SHES MY BABY I LOVE HER I NEED HER TO KNOW HOW AMAZING SHE IS SHES MY BABY anyways guys i really like Lute!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel smut #dom reader #hazbin hotel lute #lute x reader #lute hazbin hotel #hazbin lute

[talaok]

Can you write a pedro x sick!reader story, but the reader doesn't just have a little cold im talking SICK reader. Like rushing to the emergency room hurt/comfort kinda thing.

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

a/n: ok first of all im incredibly sorry for the wait, genuinely im really really sorry. and secondly im not 100% sure i did what you had in mind, which makes me feel like shit even more, so if it's not, you can tell me and ill try to write it again 

"Sir I need you to calm down"

"I will as soon as you answer my questions"

"sir," the paramedic said more sternly now "I've already told you I'm not a doctor so I cannot answer your questions, now please calm down"

And he wanted to fight more and beg that woman to answer his questions because, after all, the only one he cared about was: Is she gonna be ok?

But your eyelids fluttered and the ambulance took a turn and all the sudden he couldn't talk or think or do anything anymore but take your hand in his and start a low chant of the only thing he would allow himself to think, the only thing that still made him able to breathe oxygen into his lungs:

You're gonna be okay, sweetheart, he whispered, his words verging on prayer as he squeezed your hand and watched your beautiful face pale more and more You're gonna be just fine

__ __ __

And as it turns out, his prayers were answered.

"the surgery went well, she's gonna make a full recovery"

He had no words, all he could do was smile like a fucking idiot while he passed a hand through his hair.

She's ok

She's ok

She's ok

That's all his brain was able to muster up, and then for some reason he was hugging the doctor.

"thank you" he grinned "Thank you so much doctor-" he smiled, leaning away "Can I-can I see her?"

The woman cleared her throat, clearly taken aback a bit "Yes," she nodded "she's in the first room on the left, but just so you know the anesthesia is still wearing off so-"

"yes, yes, thank you so much doctor," he couldn't wait for her to finish as he was sprinting to the room already "thank you!" he said one last time, finally opening the door to your room.

He had to stop for a moment and look at you lying on the hospital bed, looking just as perfect as ever.

She's ok

"hey" he spoke softly, approaching your bed, and seeing a smile slowly part your mouth.

"hey"

"How are you feeling?" he asked, moving some hair out of your face and letting his hand linger on your cheek

"not great"

"I'm sorry" he cooed, taking your hand in his and feeling you squeeze it as your eyes watered "What's wrong?" he panicked "Does it hurt- do I call the doctor-?"

"no" you sniffled as a tear fled your eye "I just-"

"what is it, sweetheart?"

"I was just... I was s-so scared"

"oh baby" he murmured, bringing your hand to his mouth to leave a kiss on it "I'm so sorry" he cooed "I can't even begin to imagine how scary that must have been... but hey" he offered you a soft smile as he crouched down to be at your level "you're ok now, there's nothing to worry about anymore" he promised, gently kissing your forehead "you can relax now. I'm here for you, whatever you need you just ask, ok?"

"ok" you nodded, taking a breath "thank you... for everything" you murmured, looking into his kind eyes "for this, for calling the ambulance, for being here for me... just- thank you"

He didn't know what to say, so all he did was kiss you,

"I love you" he smiled "and sugar... don't you ever think about scaring me like that again"

You couldn't help but snort at that

"oh so this is about you then?" you joked

"damn right it is" he laughed in that way he could only do with you "they were about to have to assist two people in that ambulance," he said jokingly (although it was the truth) "and I think I was annoying one of the paramedics so much that I was about to get thrown out"

"oh no what did you do?"

"let's not think about that now," he said, the smile on his lips not able to go away from the first second he saw you

"Baby..." you tilted your head, scolding him silently

"I've brought you a kit-kat" he smiled that smile of his that made you forget what you were talking about every single time 

"You did?" it was as if your eyes sparkled

"Of course" he nodded, handing you the candy bar "I'm not sure you can eat it, we're gonna have to ask the doctor, but I wanted you to have something you liked when you woke up"

Your eyes watered again, but this time, for an entirely different reason

"I love you" you whispered

"I love you more, sweetheart"

#its at times like this that i wonder why people follow me #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fic #dad!pedro pascal #fluff #pedro pascal blurb #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal x fem reader #pedro pascal x f!reader #pedro pascal x female reader #pedro pascal angst #pedro pascal fanfic #the last of us #narcos #pedro pascal fandom

[yesimwriting]

Promise

a/n yes im using the princess! reader who's about to be forced into a political marriage with anakin again,, and what about it the vibe is so fun to me, also i love jealous anakin

warnings: 18+!!! smut (he broke me down) written by someone whose only experience comes from fanfics, so pls be nice,, also written in 1st person bc that was the vibe when i started and i didn't realize this was going to get smutty (i'm sorry yall😭 it's still my best tense)

Summary: As a princess, your future is set in stone. You'll marry someone your father picks for you to aid your country. All of this you've accepted...until you befriend Anakin Skywalker, who was originally assigned to guard you during a time of political unrest on your home planet.

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He's still near the door, arms crossed and expression as stoic as it was when he first interrupted my meeting to escort me to an urgent consultation with my father.

I understand that publicly we need to remain as indifferent as physically possible and that any sort of friendliness we display needs to seem completely surface level. But we're not in public anymore and usually the transition from appropriate indifference to something much warmer is instant.

"...How urgent is urgent?"

The question is more for our sake than anything else. I want to hear his voice outside of the stiff way he interrupted the meeting with that last suitor. He had barely looked at me as he mumbled something about my father. I want it to feel light the way it usually does between us. I want him to make one of those jokes that always has me rolling my eyes or to smile or--or to do anything that makes him feel like Anakin.

The urge to study him begins to make it hard to just stand there so I turn towards my vanity. What I'm wearing isn't exactly inappropriate for a closed door meeting, but it's more formal than I'd like and a little itchy. If I have time to change into something more standard, I'll take it. "If I call Raina in here I can be in something a lot more comfortable in five minutes."

No response. I smooth my hair back with my palms, eyes subtly shifting towards his reflection in the mirror. Anakin's taken the slightest step forward. "Anakin?"

His head tilts downwards, eyes briefly meeting mine in the mirror before darting away. There's something about the way he's holding himself that would feel bashful it was less stiff. "There is no meeting."

"What?" My head instinctually snaps in his direction. Anakin's already watching me. "You--you made up an emergency?"

This is--Anakin interrupted a meeting with the first suitor that didn't make my skin crawl. I wouldn't have been thrilled to walk down the aisle with him, but I could have likely learned to be content with him. At least he believes that women can do more than just be brides and raise children. He'd allow me to participate in some community work to bond with his people and I'd be able to visit home.

But that's besides the point. He could have been the most repulsive candidate my father had found for me and it still wouldn't have justified what Anakin did. I don't walk out of meetings. Ever. If my father finds out about this...

"Do you have any idea what my father will do if he finds out?" I sit the edge of my vanity's seat with a tired sigh. There has to be some excuse. I could blame it on sickness or a misunderstand or--

"Then I'll take the blame." Anakin's words pull me out of my thoughts. His voice is still stiff and lacking its usual warmth in a way that only adds to my unease. Why is he acting like this? "I'll tell him that it was my fault and that I misunderstood your schedule debriefing."

My fingers dig into the soft fabric of my dress that's pooling over the seat. "Don't." My voice sounds so small, so vulnerable I have to hate myself for it. "He might take that the wrong way and--" I exhale slowly, forcing myself to cling to rationality. "And he might arrange your removal."

Anakin scoffs. What is his issue? "Like that'd bother you."

My throat tightens. After everything we've been through, after telling him things that I've never been able to tell anyone...How can he just dismiss all of it? And why is he being so mean? "What?"

"You've found your ideal suitor and now you can get married and be sent away and never--" Anakin cuts himself off, eyes tearing away so quickly like there's painful about looking at me. "You don't need me anymore."

Oh. That's what this is about. "Anakin." He's staring at some distant point on my wall. "That's not true. You know it isn't."

Everything about him remains stiff. "You were smiling." He briefly glances at me, eyebrows drawn together so sharply it tugs at something in my chest. "A real smile, not your practiced one." Anakin lets out a sigh that feels as pointed as a sarcastic laugh. "And you laughed."

"What?" I'm not miserable in one meeting and now he's acting like I hate him. "I--I might have been making the best of it because he's the first suitor who didn't spend the entire time listing off the requirements for his bride, but that isn't the same as liking him." And even if I liked him, would that be such a terrible thing? Would it really undermine our entire friendship if I found a way to be married and not miserable? "I'm going to have to marry one of them at some point, and I d--"

"Don't marry him." Anakin blurts the sentence out in one wavering breath. The letters run together so closely it feels more like a single word.

For a moment, all the shaky request does is sit between us. I've been on several outings and meetings with potential suitors and Anakin's never reacted like this. What was so wrong about this last one? "Don't marry him? What do--"

Anakin's eyes finally meet mine. The way he's looking at me stings, all glossy eyes and a pouty frown that's trying its best to be harsh. He seems more pained than angry and that's somehow worse.

Don't marry him. The words too strained and small to be about just the man from earlier. Don't marry him means don't marry any of them.

Oh.

I scratch the back of my wrist as Anakin's eyes drop to the ground. He knows that I have no interest in marrying for my father, but even if I did, why would that bother him?

With a sigh, I push myself to stand. Why it upsets him doesn't matter. So much is already weighing on him.

Anakin doesn't look up as I start walking towards him. "I--I can't promise that." My nails dig into the skin of my palm. "I wish I could." The words leave a bitter taste in my mouth. "But it doesn't matter." Anakin's rigid as I carefully extend my hand and bend my fingers against his forearm. "You're always going to be important to me."

He pulls his arm forward instinctually. My hold on him loosens, but before I can take my hand back, Anakin adjusts his to squeeze mine. He's holding on just tight enough for it to feel uncomfortable, but I don't mind it. It's grounding.

"Until you're married." He's staring at where our hands sit between us. There's something I should say, something comforting and easing. Nothing's coming to mind. The reality of the situation is set in stone. I'll have to marry eventually and that--that will change things. But it'll never change the way I feel about Anakin.

Anakin, who always listens when I need to purge all of the resentment about the rules that control my life. Anakin, who sits with me when I can't sleep. Anakin, who has the worst sense of humor that can always pull a smile from me even when it feels impossible.

He moves our hands, releasing my hand at my side. The brief loss of contact makes my ribs feel cracked. "No." It's instinctual. "It's--" I reach forward, hand reaching for his arm. "You're the only person I can tell anything to, the only one that never expects anything from me and just--just likes me for who I am."

The realization that Anakin might be the only true friend I've ever had hits me hard and fast. All of that and a part of me has always been selfish enough to imagine what it'd be like to live in a different world that could allow for more. Though, that's barely been a thought that I've allowed myself to have. Neither of us are in a position to get attached to anyone in that way, and even if we were, Anakin wouldn't see me that way. Besides, his friendship is no small thing, so it definitely takes the sting out of the impossible.

"Who wouldn't?" The comment comes out so soft, so absentminded I nearly melt on the spot.

A lifetime of being a daughter instead of a son has a reflexive a lot of people attempting to crawl up my throat. I swallow the bitterness like bile before I can make this about me and settle on a much lighter, "You'd be surprised."

Any lift in his expression falls again. "You don't see it."

I do try to think about it, but nothing that makes sense comes to mind. "See what?" Anakin pauses, lips pressing together. I'm expecting some kind of response. Instead, Anakin shakes his head once dismissively. "Tell me." His lack of response has me gently shoving his shoulder. "I thought we didn't keep secrets."

He lets out a small breath, we're so close I can feel the warmth of it against my skin. "It's nothing." When my only reaction is to glare, he reaches for my hand. "I don't want to talk about them anymore."

Strange. What does whatever he's talking about have to do with what we were talking about? Yes, the suitors want to court me but they want me the same way they want an ornament or my father's leniency in a business deal. Before I can remind him of this, his hand finds my shoulder.

If Anakin notices the way I freeze, he gives no indication of it, he just trails his thumb up and down the start of my collarbone. It's not the first time he's done this, but until now the gesture has been reserved for late nights when I can't sleep. I'm so used to it being soothing that it immediately gets rid of any fight in my system.

"You've had more meetings recently."

I nod, still too focused on the feeling of his hand on my shoulder. "It's a busy time...celebration season is always elaborate, and things are...tense."

He nods. If there's one thing he knows about, it's the precariousness that seems to be reaching everyone these days. But my time with Anakin is limited. He's been assigned to be my personal guard during the celebration season since the year a political protestor took my mother's life. The season always feels like it will be long, but time always slips away quicker than it should when it comes to Anakin.

I know I shouldn't do this. He doesn't need any type of encouragement after what happened at today's meeting, but something's clearly been weighing on him and I do miss him. The additional events, the public outings, the suitors...all to save face as the threat of war continues to become a more pressing issue. "My father had most of my afternoon blocked off in case that last suitor wanted extra time."

Anakin frowns, his thumb stopping its outlined path across my shoulder. He is so dramatic. "I shouldn't be telling you this because it might sound like I approve of you making up an emergency, but if you don't have anything to do, we can catch up."

He tilts his head, a hint of a smile turning up the corner of his lips. "Catch up? We're together all day."

I extend an arm, gently pushing him. First, he basically throws a fit because he convinced himself it was possible for me to like a suitor more than him, and now that I want to do something with him, he's trying to make fun of me. "I mean about before you came here. We've barely had time to talk since you've gotten back."

"Okay," his thumb brushes back down where my collarbone meets my shoulder, "We can talk." He squeezes my shoulder before retracting his hand. "The garden or the library?"

Our two most frequented spots. I grin. "The garden, the weather's nice today." He smiles, taking a step back. "Give me a minute to change. I turn away from him, walking towards my closet. "I've been ready to take off this dress since Raina put me in it this morning."

Raina spent longer than a minute trapping me in between scratchy fabric and a stiffly structured top. All of those ties and buttons that I still can't reach. Ugh. I wonder if calling Raina in will lead to more attention being drawn to the fact that I left early. Technically, the official meeting would likely be over by now but my father wanted it to go well. He kept things open in hopes of it lasting a little longer.

It's probably better not to ask. Drawing any attention to me and Anakin isn't the best idea in general. We're good friends, which is okay in front of some people but wrong in front of others. Raina is a little skeptical. It's nothing personal against Anakin, she just knows me too well, which means she reads into things.

I stretch my arm back as far as it'll go and manage to undo the bottom of the lacing and a few buttons. Anything that's more than halfway up my back is impossible to get to. I twist and turn and push and I can't reach.

"Everything alright?"

Anakin's voice carries through the short hall. I sigh, giving the fabric one last desperate tug. "Everything's fine I just..." I squeeze my eyes shut before pinching the bridge of my nose. "Can you come here?"

A brief wave of silence that leaves my face burning lingers until the sound of footsteps ends it. Anakin appears in my closet's doorway. "You're okay?"

"Yeah," I mumble, "Yes, I just--I can't get the buttons." As if to make my point, I try again in vain, trying again to reach the tiny clasps.

"You need help?" Anakin's voice comes out lower than usual.

Maybe he feels just as awkward about this. "If it'd be easier, you could just call in Raina."

"No," I can hear his weight shifting off the doorframe, "I can do it."

He takes a few steps forward. Before I know it, he's directly behind me. Anakin smooths a hand over my hair before gently moving it over my shoulder. The way heat begins to crawl up my neck makes me glad that my back is to him. His hand settles against my back.

I pull my arms forward, crossing them in front of my chest. He takes over, fingertips grazing against my back. The longer he works, the looser the dress begins to feel. I should be feeling cooler now that I'm getting closer to just being in my thin layering dress, but all of my earlier warmth and discomfort is now rising up my face.

"Raina put you in this this morning?"

I nod, "Raina woke me up earlier than usual today to make me up." The final button is pulled apart. I have to keep an arm at my chest to keep the dress from pooling at my feet. "I think this might have taken longer than my hair."

The comment is meant to be lighthearted. Instead of taking it that way, Anakin lets out a breath as his hand settles against my hip. "Won't things be easier when you don't have to worry about finding a husband?"

Now it's my turn to sigh. I make a point of pulling his hand off my side. I wander further into my closet. "You know I want nothing to do with this." My grip on the dress tightens, my sudden movement making it harder to keep the heavy dress on. "And if you honestly think I find any joy in being packaged in suffocating fabric and bodices so structured that they stab into my ribs every time I breathe, then you don't know me."

I turn around and let go of the dress, allowing the gown to pool at my feet. I step out of the puddle of fabric before reaching for one of my hangers, a casual day dress that I've barely looked at.

"I didn't mean it that way." His voice comes out low, almost reluctant. It's not enough to ease me, so I make a point of scoffing. Something warm pulls on my forearm. Before I know it, I'm facing with him. Oh. Anakin's closer than I thought he'd be. "I'm sorry." He exhales, voice tight, "Don't be mad, princess."

I keep my expression neutral. Though I'm in no mood to be reminded of my title, Anakin has a way of making it feel like a term of endearment. "If you're bothered by my situation, I understand that." He's staring me with such intensity I have to make the conscious choice to not look away. "I really understand that, but do not treat me like this is my choice. Not all of us are meant for more and can do whatever we want."

"Not whatever I want," he whispers, voice strained.

Now it's my turn to wish I had bitten my tongue. Anakin's told me enough of the stories for me to know that while sometimes the fact that he gets to leave and be an active source of good makes me wish my life was different, his isn't exactly easy.

His eyes hold mine for a beat before drifting downwards. For whatever reason, that makes me aware of the fact that this is likely the least dressed I've ever been in front of anyone. Sure, Anakin's seen me in pajamas and casual wear, but the silk dress under my gown is thin and low cut.

"And don't say that this is what you're meant for." He pulls my arm down with his hand, letting his fingers interlock with mine. "I've seen you in meetings and the way that you care about your people. You don't need to do this."

Again, it's like he's trying to convince me to change my mind. Like this is something that I want. I don't understand what he's trying to convince me to do. "Try telling that to my father."

I'm not sure what it is, but something about Anakin's expression looks a little flatter. Maybe even disappointed. I get it, this isn't exactly a fun topic, and we have no reason to dwell on it now. It's not like I'm getting engaged tonight. And I rarely get time to just be around Anakin, my future marriage has already taken enough from me, it doesn't need to take this too.

"Why are we still talking about this?" I pull my hand back, ready to grab my dress. "It's not like anything's happening now, let's just go to the garden like we--"

Anakin reaches forward before I can turn around, his hand finding my shoulder.

"I--" He cuts himself off, "There's been a rise in meetings with potential suitors, it's not as easy to ignore as it used to be."

I know exactly what he's talking about. All of my energy has been focused on not thinking about that. But that's because it's my inevitable future. How could this possibly matter this much to Anakin? "Ignore what?"

"Do you have any idea how difficult it is to know what they're feeling? What they're thinking about you?" Anakin's breath catches itself in his throat, his thumb slipping beneath the strap of my dress. "What they're thinking about doing to you?"

Heat rushes to my face. I try to swallow to clear the lump in my throat but my mouth has gone dry. "Anakin?"

"I've spent so long trying to let you go."

What? Is he--is he saying that he-- "What?"

He tilts his head downwards, "You don't need to do this. I--"

"Don't say it." My hand is quick to grab the one he has on my shoulder. Push him away, I should push him away. My hand won't move. The one person I've always known I won't ever be able to have.

"Why not?" He asks the question so innocently, like he couldn't ever fathom a reason for me to shut this down. After a moment, his eyebrows pull together, a small frown playing at his lips. "You don't want me?"

If this was any less serious, that would have made me laugh. That is, most definitely, not the issue. "That's not true."

He relaxes slightly, his thumb trailing down my shoulder. Before I can explain issues that we both are definitely aware of, he leans impossibly closer. His weight on mine is nearly enough to make me forget the concept of logic entirely.

"Anakin," it's meant to be a warning. The breathiness of my voice takes away all of its severity. "We can't." I'm arguing for more my sake than his. He already knows all of the reasons that we need to agree to remain just friends before things get any more complicated. "What I want doesn't matter. Nothing I've wanted has ever mattered." He hasn't moved away, but at least he isn't trying to get any closer. "And even if it did, it's not like we'd suddenly be able to be together."

Anakin's hand adjusts on my shoulder, his grip tightening. He has the audacity to look like he's not sure what I'm talking about. "The Jedi code?" He blinks, still giving no indication of understanding why everything about us is impossible. "I'm sure I don't need to remind you why that matters, chosen one."

He scoffs. "I don't care."

I place my free hand on his chest, willing myself to create some distance between us before my judgement finally lapses. "You can't--you can't say that." My eyes squeeze shut, "I know that it's unfair, but time will pass and you'll feel rational again, and it'll be easier."

"Don't do that." The harsh quality of his voice nearly makes me step back. "Don't treat this like it's a political compromise."

Something about me trying to keep things together the only way I know how is hurting him. I don't know how to get through this without taking the emotion out of it. Still, I don't want to make this harder on him. My hand moves up his chest and rests on his shoulder. "I didn't mean it like that."

He nods slowly, visibly relaxing at my touch, "You're only pushing me away because you're afraid."

"What?"

Anakin's thumb drags across my skin. "You're afraid that if you let yourself even admit that you might want something that your father hasn't decided for you, and that if you're selfish for even a second, your entire world will fall apart."

If it came from anyone else, I'd be offended, but coming from Anakin, it just makes the real reason why I can't just say it and give in hurt more. "That's not it." Anakin doesn't respond. He wants me to say more and I'm not sure that I can. "It's--" What I'm afraid of is that I let myself admit that I want Anakin out loud, I'll have to decide whether or not I want him more than everything I've been working towards my entire life and that I won't like my own answer.

"It's that," I start over, staring at my hand on his shoulder in case looking at him directly will make the confidence I've gathered to wither away. "That if I let myself think about it, about you--like that--for longer than a moment, I might want you more than any of this."

He pauses, likely thinking through his words. Maybe he'll try to promise me that he wouldn't make me choose while not understanding that being with him at all makes that decision for me. Or maybe the amount of care I'm implying will scare him into second guessing this.

His hand slowly moves off of my shoulder. If my deep, dark secret has finally gotten him to understand why we're better off as we are, then maybe it's worth how hard it was to get out.

His fingers settle against my jaw. Slowly, he gets my head to turn. I look at him, expecting some kind of rejection to be written across his face. Instead, all I see in his eyes is a pool of emotion ready for me to drown in. "Would that have to be a bad thing?"

This time, the softness of his question doesn't feel like an attempt to dismiss our reality. It's so genuine it turns into a physical ache between us.

I'm reminded that despite all of his talent, confidence, and sense of humor that I've tried so hard to enjoy less, he's still a boy who's experienced so much heartbreak. The council constantly dismissing him and refusing to grant him the title he deserves, the loss of his mother, all of the expectations on his shoulders...

Would it be such a bad thing to want him more than anything else? To love him more that much?

I tilt my head back, just enough to press my lips against his. Anakin's quick to reciprocate, turning the barely there press of lips into something else with no warning. He shifts his weight so that he's fully against me. My back hits the wall of my closet before I realize what's happening.

It's heavy, my bottom lip being pulled between his teeth. The hand that's not still cupping my jaw settles on my hip, the silk of my slip dress crumpling between his fingers. I pull my head back, Anakin attempts to follow, teeth tugging on my lip one last time before letting us separate.

He doesn't let me get far, resting his forehead against mine as we both struggle to catch our breaths. "I'm sorry, I should have--"

"Don't be sorry," I manage between slow pants, "Not for that."

Anakin smiles, and for once, I don't mind feeding his ego. "I can feel how much you need me." The urge to squirm away and hide any potential embarrassment is strong, but I have no way to act on the impulse. I'm pinned between Anakin and the wall of my closet. He slowly pulls my dress, exposing another inch of skin. "Do you think any of your suitors could make you feel like this?"

I shake my head, "No." That's an easy thing to get out, "Only you."

Another tug that has more fabric pooling around my waist. "Promise you won't marry him." His head dips forward, his lips brushing against the end of my jaw. "Any of them."

My eyes instinctually shut. I need to hold it together. "You--you know I can't just--" He places an open mouthed kiss against my neck. "Anakin."

"Promise." An order.

I exhale, struggling to focus. "It's not--" Another kiss. "It's not f--air." My voice cracks on the last syllable as Anakin moves further down my neck. "You know I'd never break a promise I made to you."

"What's not fair is having to watch you meet with men who look at you and to know that this..." He pulls the strap of my dress off of my shoulder, exposing more skin that he immediately presses his lips against. "Is what they want to do to you."

What? I had never thought that my suitors fantasized about anything, everything about those meetings always feel so cold and political. I'd question it if I could bring myself to care about the revelation with Anakin's teeth pressing into the pulse point of my neck. "To have to watch them look at what's mine."

"Anakin..."

One last shift of fabric and the hem of my dress is now over my hips. His hand leaves my jaw and skims the waist of my underwear. "Promise."

His fingers finally reach where I need him most. My eyes instinctually shut at the sensation, a wave of pleasure I've never felt before nearly making me jump. Noticing my tension, he presses a gentle kiss against my cheek.

I have to give him something, and maybe that'll be enough to at least put this conversation off until I'm in a position to negotiate. "I'm yours." My ability to form sentences is quickly fading as his finger presses into me. "Can't that be enough?" A small part of myself hates how easily I'm cracking. "For now?"

Anakin does the meanest thing imaginable, he stops. "Promise me."

A pathetically desperate whine escapes me. He can't be serious. He won't walk away now just because I can't immediately promise to never marry anyone.

He straightens enough to pull away from the crook of my neck. "Anakin." I meet his gaze, and behind the harshness of his eyes, I see that he means it. "You know I--I can't--"

"We can work it out." That genuine side of him returns, softness bleeding back into his expression. "All that matters is that you want to."

"Of course I want to."

He leans forward again, forehead pressing against mine, "Then promise me..." Anakin's eyes briefly shut, "Promise me you won't marry anyone else."

I let myself take him in, how it feels to let him consume me entirely. It's too late for me, anyway. I wouldn't be able to will myself to walk down the aisle the same way I couldn't force myself to push him away. "I promise."

His lips are on mine in an instant. When I don't part my lips fast enough, he hooks two fingers between the waistband of my underwear and tugs them down my legs in one, swift motion. I gasp, giving him all the access he needs to drag his tongue against mine.

He moves back, beginning to press his lips against my jaw. "Anakin."

"Say it again." His fingers find the spot that makes me see stars. "Promise me that you're mine."

A whiny breath slips past my lips, "I promise." His teeth drag against my throat and my nails instinctually dig into his shoulder, "Only you."

A rough sound escapes from the back of Anakin's throat. He removes a hand from my hip to adjust his own robes. I'm too distracted to realize what he's doing until it's obvious. "Again."

I reach my hand forward until my fingers are wrapping around his length. "Only you, Anakin." He groans. "I--I won't marry anyone else." Anakin places his hand over mine, guiding my hand up and down his length. "I'm yours."

He buries his face in the crook of my neck, "Maker, you're--" The rest of the sentence is murmured into my skin at a pitch that I can't make out.

His fingers press into me even harder. "Anakin," my whininess would be embarrassing if I wasn't so distracted by the coiling feeling in my stomach, "I--I--"

"Tell me," he lifts his head enough to speak the words into my ears, "Tell me that you want me."

My eyes screw shut, "I--It's more than want." It feels like a confession. "I need you."

Another strangled breath escapes him. Anakin pulls away enough to line himself against my entrance. He presses in slowly, the feeling in my stomach reaches a height I didn't think possible. "Anakin."

"You're so," he's getting the words out through gritted teeth, "Tight." Anakin pushes in even more. A gasp escapes me. "Say it again." I'm too lost in what I'm feeling to form the words. He pulls back before pushing his entire length in with no warning. Anakin shows no reaction to the pitchy whine he forced out of me. "Again."

"It's--it's only--you," I pant. "I won't marry any-one else--just--just please, Anakin."

His thumb presses against where my nerves are at their most on edge. I can't breathe or focus on anything. "Please what?"

"I need you."

He rubs tight circles against me and picks up the pace. My head falls against his shoulder, eyes squeezing tight. "Look at me." I--I can't keep my head up. Anakin's hand tugs at my hair, forcing me off of his shoulder. "Look at me."

I force my eyes open. "Anakin."

"Feel good, hm?" All I can do is nod. "Can't even talk anymore?" His lips find their way against my jaw. "What would all your suitors say if they could see how easy it was for me to get you like this?" His lips find a spot on my neck that leaves me dizzy. "First breaking all the rules and now you can't even talk." It's hard to focus on anything that isn't how he feels. "Who has you like this?"

I take a shaky breath, "You, Anakin." My voice is shaky, "Only you."

His lips press against mine. Hard. I give in entirely and it's all teeth and wanting a closer that doesn't exist. He pulls away just as quickly, "I've got you, princess," he exhales, "come for me."

My body knows what to do more than I do. I cling onto him. Anakin's thrusts become less even without losing speed. He continues until an all consuming pleasure has my body practically shaking. My orgasm hits so fast and hard I can barely hold myself upright.

"Oh, you're squee--" Anakin cuts himself off, pulling out before he can finish inside me. "Maker, you're perfect."

After it ends, I expect to be filled with some kind of regret or remorse. Instead, all I feel is a sense of peace as I recover with my forehead pressed into Anakin's chest. He keeps his arm around me loosely. "It's just you and me, princess."

I nod against him weakly, desperate to accept what he's saying. "Just you and me."

He smooths circles against my back. "We'll figure it out together."

It's not an easy thing to believe, but trusting Anakin is natural. I finally lift my head to look at him, "We have time." I don't know how much time, but it's definitely not happening today, and if I can push this until our political crisis becomes the ultimate concern, my father won't bring it up until this is resolved. Maybe if I prove myself as a leader, he'll see that I can be more. "I'm tired."

He smiles lazily, "You're saying I tired you out?" I roll my eyes. "Come on, we have some time before you have to meet with your advisors." Anakin squeezes my shoulder, thumb soothingly tracing a pattern against my collarbone. "Stay with me?"

I have to bite my tongue to keep a much too emotional always from coming out, so I just nod. He takes my hand and leads me into my bedroom. Anakin helps me into bed before laying next to me.

Drowsiness pulls at my eyelids. I fight against the exhaustion as best as I can, but Anakin's gentle touches and whispered terms of endearment aren't making it easier.

"You can sleep," he finally whispers, "I'll make sure you're awake with enough time to get ready for your next meeting."

It's tempting, but after all of this, all I want is to be near him and to--to talk to him and absorb his presence before I can't. "But--"

"I'm not going anywhere," he says, reading my hesitance easily, "We have time."

My eyes are already closed, "Promise?"

Anakin's head dips forward as he presses a chaste kiss against my temple. "I promise."

#anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #sw anakin #anakin skywalker smut #darth vader x reader #darth vader x you #anakin x reader #starwars #starwars x reader #smut #anakin skywalker fanfic

[mrkis]

⛧ this is apart of my ‘MARK BDAY REQUEST SPECIAL’ event that i will be doing for his bday (originally wednesday-sunday, but now im posting them when i can). requests are now CLOSED for this.

REQUEST: ⇢ for the bday mark request!!! maybe reader sends mark several videos and sexts throughout the day since mark is busy with schedules on his bday, then surprises mark when he finally gets home hehe

⛧ WARNINGS: social media format at first but then writing, 18+ content, sexting, mean!mark, bratty!reader, mentions of cum, choking, fingering

[ AUTHORS NOTE. sorry that i'm so behind, i'm still sick and not really in the mental state to do anything lmfao. but i managed to pump this one out, i hope you enjoy <3 ]

Your body buzzes with excitement as you read Mark’s last text, a grin forming on your lips as you shut off your phone and place it on the bedside table, keeping your position on the bed as you know your front door is already unlocked—it always is for him.

During your relationship with Mark, he’s always been very caring and loving, always careful and delicate when touching your body and making you cum on his cock, fingers or tongue and kissing you so sweetly after.

He rarely ever shows his mean side, something that’s constantly locked away and something you’ve only seen once. 

You remember it well. You visited him after hours at the studio, watching him work on lyrics and testing a few beats for a song he was working on. It wasn’t your fault that he looked so attractive with a serious expression that made you desperately want to sit on his face. You had teased him, seating yourself in his lap and subtly rubbing yourself against his cock, ignoring the warnings he was giving you due to you being so clouded by lust. 

The next thing you remember was suddenly being bent over his lap, stomach against his thighs, skirt flipped up over your hips and ass raw as he spanked you, muttering the most mouth watering filth that made you cum on the spot. But after that, he returned to his normal and loving self as he wrapped you up in his arms on his lap, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead and claiming how much he loves you. 

You wanted that Mark back. You love soft Mark, you love caring and gentle Mark, but there was something about a mean and dominant Mark that makes you feel crazy. You yearn for him to come back, to snap and have you any way he pleases. 

It makes your thighs clench thinking about it, a giddy smile spreading across your cheeks as you hear your front door open and slam shut, loud footsteps moving along the floorboards heading in your direction—the bedroom. 

The door to your room swings open and you almost jump Mark when you see the look on his face, eyes wild and brows furrowed, clearly angrily at your swarm of texts and videos you’ve sent him throughout the day. 

His breathing is steady despite the look on his face, hands buried deep into the pockets of his sweatpants and fail to hide the obvious hard on he’s sporting, and you bite back the urge to make a comment about how much you must’ve really affected him.

“What game are you playing right now?” He asks you, tone deep which makes your pussy ache. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing” You feign innocence, giving him a smile. “I’m just giving you your birthday presents”

“My birthday present is you?” Mark asks you again as he steps a few steps further into your room, standing at the edge of your bed. His question sparks interest in you, the way he said it has your tummy rolling and tightening in knots. 

“Yes” You confirm, spreading your legs to show him that you’re bare beneath the shirt of his you’re wearing and he exhales deeply, pressing his lips together to suppress any other sound. “I’m all yours. You can do whatever you want”

“Whatever I want?” Mark repeats as his hands reach forward, curling his fingers around your ankles which causes your brow to raise up in question. “Are you sure you want to say that to me, baby? After all the texts and the videos you sent?” Your breath hitches at the back of your throat when you feel his grip on you tighten. “Do you know that Jaemin and Haechan saw how hard I got after I saw them? How they teased me about the hold you got over me?”

“I do, don’t I?” You tease despite your voice wavering a little, biting your bottom lip nervously as your thighs press together for some friction. You decide to push the buttons, testing him to see if he snaps by using words that aren’t even true. “Every single thing I do makes your little cock hard, doesn’t it?”

He grins with a soft hum as his thumb strokes your skin, tongue prodding at his cheek and the look in his eyes darken before his tight grip returns, a yelp erupting from your throat as Mark suddenly drags you down the bed, the silk sheets sliding against your skin as he pulls you flush against him. 

One hand wraps around your throat as his mouth attacks yours while the other slips between your thighs, fingers brushing over your wet folds before he pushes two fingers in without warning, the arousal and cum from your previous orgasm making it an easy access.

You gasp against his lips as you feel him pump his fingers inside you, brushing over the spot that has your toes curling and mind whirling, unable to keep up with the kiss to which he slides his tongue into your mouth, a mixture of drool and spit seeping past your lips as his tongue glides with your own.

Mark’s putting the right amount of pressure on your neck to keep you still and the shockwaves of pleasure courses through your veins, thighs trembling around his hand that fucks your pussy into oversensitivity, your own hand flying down to grip his wrist to try and stop his fast paced movements but he grunts, biting on your lower lip in warning.

“Isn’t this what you want?” Mark speaks low as you pant into his mouth, whines and cries spilling from your lips. “For me to do whatever I want?” He then pouts at you mockingly, head turning to the side. “Aw baby… don’t tell me you regret it already?”

“I don’t” You manage to choke out, eyelids fluttering as you struggle to keep them open. “Do your worst. Show me what you got”

“Oh, my pretty girl…” He hums softly as he presses his thumb to your clit for extra stimulation, relishing in the sounds you make as he stares at you. “You have no idea what I’m going to do to you”

#mark lee smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #mark lee x reader #[ mark bday special ! ]

[softpascalito]

Pedro Pascal x Reader - I'll look after you

Summary: Pedro is sick (but of course he doesn't admit it). You look after him. Hurt/Comfort (but the twist is that you're the one doing the comforting).

Relationships: Pedro Pascal / Reader

WC: ~2000

Tags/Warnings: RPF, Pedro Pascal, No use of Y/N, Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Sick!Pedro, Established Relationship, Mostly Gender-Neutral, Fluff and Angst, pedro pascal needs a hug, this is so soft and emotional and gentle-, author uses fanfic as therapy

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Notes: hello loves! just a quick heads up: this is no medical advice because someone decided to got to film school rather than medical school. anyways: enjoy <3

songs recommended to go with this fic: look after you - the fray moon song - phoebe bridgers - lea

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“You're not going.”

Pedro let out an exasperated sigh:” It's just a small interview. I'll be fine.” “If it's just a small interview, surely it's no big deal for them to reschedule.” You retorted instantly.

You were standing in the hallway of the small apartment the two of you shared. It was a familiar scene. Pedro quickly slipping into his worn-out trainers, already halfway towards the door, balancing his phone, keys and a coffee in his left hand, a kiss on the cheek the last thing you got before he hauled off to whatever photoshoot or interview he had scheduled that day.

Today however, something was different. He had slept in later than usual, hence the hurry he was in now.

“I can see you're not doing well.”-”I said Im fine.” You could hear his voice straining a little more. Pedro was very patient- especially with you. But he hated being late and you knew he likely was already on edge with whatever he was going through:” I'll see you tonight.”

He gave another nod in the rough direction of you and turned towards the door. Your voice became a tad more gentle as you spoke.

”Pedrito.”

For a second, you thought he was going to ignore you, brush it off and hurry to his car, leaving you behind. But then he stopped his movements, his hand remaining on the handle of the open door as his shoulders slumped ever so slightly. You waited another beat before speaking again:

“Please let me give them a call and ask them to reschedule. I'll take the blame if you want.” 

The door closed as he took a step back and leaned against it. You barely caught his voice as he spoke:” Alright.”

You closed the distance between you and your gaze automatically wandered over him, taking in the beads of sweat on his forehead and the glazed-over look in his eyes that had made you skeptical in the first place. What you had failed to notice was the small tremor in his hands. “Give me those,” you said softly, and you were glad to see that he allowed you to take the keys and coffee out of his hands and place them on the small hallway table next to you.

“You wanna go lie down? I'll give them a call and then I'll make you some tea, alright?”

He noticed how gentle your tone was, how careful you seemed- all because he was running a small fever. Still, he couldn't help the tiny part of him that felt relieved at the idea of not having to go to the interview, not having to answer questions he had heard several times before, not having to sit under the scorching lights.

“As you command,” he teased. You knew he was doing this to take some of your worry away, to make you feel better. Pedro did this a lot. Whenever he felt like he had dug too deep or like he was putting too much weight on you, he'd simply play it off. After months together, you could see right through it. For now, however, you decided to let it slide, giving him a small smile, meant to lift his spirits.

The call didn't take long. There was a notion of annoyance on the other side of the line and you were reminded to cancel as early as possible in cases like these. You didn't give any explanation, simply reassured them that you'd find a new date and hung up.

You were just standing on your tiptoes to check the scarce collection of tea in the cabinet, when you heard the small commotion from the hallway. For a second, you assigned it to something falling over in the breeze coming from the sea or a sound drifting in from the outside. And then you remembered the exhaustion in Pedros face.

You were in the hallway in an instant, finding him leaning onto the small end table. The cup of coffee had fallen to the floor, a rug below catching most of its contents. For a split second, you got annoyed, knowing you'd have to throw it into the laundry. You opened your mouth to complain- and closed it again. The slight anger in you turned into genuine concern as you saw Pedros white knuckles holding on to the table, his face pale.

“Babe?” You asked softly as you stepped forward, ignoring the way the coffee was also soaking into your socks:” You okay?”

“Jus' a little dizzy,” He mumbled, closing his eyes for a moment as he tried to steady himself:” Sorry.”

“Stop apologizing.” You said firmly as you half crouched between him and the table and then raised yourself to full height again, allowing him to use you as a crutch:” Let's get you to the couch, big guy.”

It took quite some combined effort, and more than once you worried about him actually passing out- but eventually, he fell down onto the couch with a soft sigh. He leaned back, covering his face with his hands:” Fuck, I'm sorry.” He mumbled, again. Apologizing. Again. Always apologizing.

“Do you want me to call a doctor or something?” You asked, still unsure about how bad his state actually was.

“No, no, just need a minute.” You watched with concern as he took a few deep breaths, clearly trying to convince his body to stay conscious. The thing about unconsciousness though is that it doesn't have shit to do with willpower. If you fall, you fall. No matter how hard you're trying to tell your brain to keep pumping the blood towards where it's needed.

The water heater beeping dragged you back to reality.

“I'll get you that tea either way.” You mumbled and headed towards the kitchen again, muttering a ' you stay ' with another glance in his direction.

He did as told.

You quickly threw the tea bag into the mug, poured the hot water on it, grabbed a small chocolate bar for good measure and returned to the living room.

“Here you go.” You mumbled as you sat the steaming mug down and offered the chocolate to Pedro:” Will this help?” He gave you a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. They still looked glazed over and you hummed as you took in his face, gently bringing your hand up to feel his forehead.

“Pedge, you're burning up.” He looked up at you with his round, brown puppy eyes and he just looked so goddamn miserable that it truly broke your heart, instantly making you wish you could take all his pain away.

“Okay, let me get a thermometer-” Pedro frowned slightly:”Do we have one of those?”-”I bought one, remember? I said-”

”You said we'd need one eventually.” He offered.

Despite his pitiful state, you couldn't help but grin a bit:” That's right.” You hummed as you grabbed a small box from the hallway closet, filled with different medications and- ”Here it is.”

As you approached him, Pedro squirmed slightly:” You're not gonna try to put that up my butt, are you?” You rolled your eyes:” Your mouth is fine.” 

With a small wink, you added:” I'm saving your pretty little bum for another time.”

He blushed slightly at that but you barely noticed, already busy taking the thermometer out of its packaging:” You want me to do it?”

Pedro gave a small nod but you could tell he was conflicted about it. For a moment, he seemed to consider his words:” Baby, maybe you should leave. I don't want you getting sick too and-”

”No.” He opened his mouth to protest, but you cut him off by pressing a small kiss to his lips:” There. Already infected. Now open up.” 

He was stunned enough to not protest. You were as gentle as possible as you rested one hand on his cheek, the other leading the thermometer into his mouth:” No talking.” He grumbled a bit but did as told, his gaze lingering on you as you both waited for the beep that would signal that the temperature was ready. 

At this point, he knew you well enough to realize that you wouldn't leave him- no matter how many times he asked. On the other hand, you knew him well enough to realize he would still ask, always afraid of being a burden. 

Your brows furrowed a bit as you took the thermometer out and glanced at the small screen:” It isn't too bad but some paracetamol wouldn't hurt.” You deduced, already grabbing the pills from the box and quickly glancing over the leaflet.

The look Pedro was giving you didn't fully reach your brain until you realized how quiet he was. Immediately, you turned your attention towards him:” Are you okay? Are you feeling dizzy?”

To your surprise, he gave a small chuckle. He was glancing at you in wonder:” How do you know all this?” You raised a brow:'' Thermometers and Paracetamol aren't exactly rocket science.” He shook his head:” Still, you're- you're kind of good at that.”

You gave a small shrug as you poured him a glass of water:” I spent a few summers helping out at camp when I was younger. They didn't have a proper nurse so I filled in.”

Again, he stared up at you in amazement:” I didn't know that.” He said quietly.

“Well, we never- it never came up.” You replied, a little self-conscious:” I didn't think it was very interesting.”

“Everything about you is interesting. To me, I mean.” He blurted out. You stared at him for a moment and then sighed, shaking your head.

“Pedro, you have a fever.”-”So?”-”So, declarations of your deep love for me don't count because you're not in the right state of mind.” Both of you stayed quiet as you settled down on the couch.

“Are you sure you dont wanna leave?” You smiled at him gently as you drew a blanket over his legs:” Go to sleep, baby.”

Again, you fell into silence as you watched him close his eyes. You were beginning to think he'd already fallen asleep, when he suddenly spoke again.

“Querida?” He asked in a low voice. Your head perked up slightly:” Hm?”

“Remind me again tomorrow.” 

Your brows furrowed in confusion, your brain already zoning out:” Remind you of what?”

“To tell you how much I love you.”

You were too choked up to answer. You simply stared at him, his broad form nestled into the couch, two pillows below his back because it always, always hurt, his hair messy and sticking up into all directions and his eyes closed, seemingly already drifting off to sleep. He looked so soft and vulnerable and you couldn't help the strong urge to protect him, to shield him from all evil in the world. Including the evil of a sick day.

It didn't take more than a few minutes until his breathing became deeper and eventually he began snoring softly.

You watched his chest rise and fall from your spot on the couch and you thought your heart might leap out of your own chest and join in his, because you simply loved him that much.

With a small sigh, you got up again. You turned off the doorbell, threw both your socks and the coffee-stained rug into the washer, drew a few curtains and hid the script Pedro had been working on below some magazines. As far as you were concerned, he was on bedrest for the remainder of the day.

When you were satisfied, you returned to your spot on the couch, shifting slightly so that you were lying next to him but still giving him enough space to turn in his sleep.

“I'll remind you every day.” You mumbled, more to yourself than him.

I'll remind you every day as long as your answer stays the same, I'll have you as long as you'll have me . 

You thought distantly as you too closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep, your hand finding his in a gesture that conveyed more than either of you could say. 

But you knew. Both of you knew .

You knew now and you'd know the day after. And the day after that. And you had a feeling he did too.

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ty for reading!! i am afraid i am in fact a hopeless romantic. anyways, i hope you guys enjoyed it, please leave a comment if you did <3

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[m00nl1ght-sun25]

Again me, greenflower guy¿

Omg, poor Lloyd 😭

It was really good, but can I request a second part? Yeah, I wanna know what happen then ‼️

Thanks!

FUCK IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG- BUT HERE IT ISSS!!!! i’m sorry to do this but there’s gonna be a part three- ….. IM SO SORRYYYYYYDGDHDHDHDHD

also thanks you asher bc they helped me and were my beta reader <3

but here’s the second part to “You and I Drink Poison From The Same Vile”!!!!! :D

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Lloyd sighed but took Brad's Hand. 

At that Brad smiles, glad to have gotten his boyfriend to agree to him cleaning lloyd up, and pulls the blond up and off the couch. It causes Lloyd to slightly stumble forward. Brad catches him though, chuckling a bit as he mutters "Sorry“

Lloyd kept his gaze down, shaking his head “ ‘S fine…” He had quietly mumbled to Brad, a small sneeze leaving him.

The elder one of the two sighed but decided against saying anything, so he just took his blond boyfriend by the hand and led him to the kitchen counter, making him sit at the high chair as he had gone to a cabinet to look to some medicine to make sure Lloyd wouldn’t get sick too badly, or better yet not get sick. But knowing the green eyed boys luck, he’d get a cold and would be way too stubborn to say anything until he was severely sick and passes out. 

While Brad was on the other side of the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets for medicine, Lloyd stayed sitting. He was picking at his nails till they started to bleed. His hair falling down and into his face, but he didn’t mind at all. 

Finally when Brad had found some ibuprofen(they were in pill form though, Lloyd always throws it when when it’s a liquid, so Brad had to find them in pill form.) he made a “Aha” sound in success. And so with finding it he turns around to Lloyd with the box of medicine in his hand and a soft smile on his face.

The next thing Brad had to do was grab a cup, which he did. Then he filled it up water and handed it to Lloyd, hoping that he would take it without complaining. 

Lloyd did just as Brad had hoped, he took the pill and took the water right after to sollow the pill down without saying anything. Yeah, Lloyd did gag a bit at the taste... But he didn't whine about it or anything, but it wasn't like Lloyd had the energy to anyways. He also wasn't in the mood for arguing with Brad over something so simple. He also just didn’t want to argue with Brad in general, he didn’t want to say something stupid then Brad realize what a dick Lloyd is… because Lloyd doesn’t know what to do without Brad, he relays on him too much… he knows it’s pathetic. He’s truly a pathetic creature. 

Brad just silently stood there, watching his partner down the pill and water quietly. Recently Lloyd was always so silent, his face always to empty and unreadable. But luckily for Brad him and Lloyd grew up together at Darklys, so he can easily read Lloyd. No matter how difficult Lloyd tried to make it for him. 

Brad sighs as Lloyd stared at the floor. Lloyd couldn't help to feel ashamed to be like this infront of brad, he's the green ninja for FSM sake! Lloyd's thoughts were stopped as warm hands cup his cheeks and holding his head up to see Brad staring down at him. Lloyd tried to break eye contact but he was too weak, so he slumped into Brads hands with a defeated look on his tired face. 

"Dear, I need you to work with me here." Brad worried voice went inside his ears. "I need you to talk to me, I will hear you out. What happened to you?" Brads sweet voice echoed through out the room.

A warm bubbling feeling started to flourish in Lloyds chest from Brad's care, and his soft, love filled touches. But nothing good lasts. Just as soon as Lloyd started to feel love and happiness to have Brad there, it quickly vanished. Replaced with a cold, fragile feeling. 

Lloyd tried to ignore Brad's worried gaze, not answering his question either. 

Brad softly let out a sigh of air, he wasn’t exactly frustrated, just a bit upset that Lloyd wasn’t opening up to him. But he knew how hard it was for Lloyd to open up, even to the people he loves and have known for years. 

The boy with black hair leaned forward and pressed a kiss on Lloyds forehead, quietly saying “Please, Love.” 

But yet again Lloyd didn’t respond. Brad softly rubbed his thumb on Lloyds cheek, patiently waiting for a answer from the blond. But when he didn’t get one and just shook his head, gently taking his hands off of Lloyds cheeks and placing it on the younger’s hand instead.

“Come on, dear.”

Brad softly spoke to Lloyd. “We should get you to bed, you should sleep so you don’t make the cold get worse.” And as if on cue Lloyd sneezed again.

Brad chuckled and dragged Lloyd to the bedroom. 

When they had gotten there Brad gently pushed Lloyd to the bed. Lloyd wanted the argue, saying that Brad shouldn’t be doing this for him, that he deserved any little inconvenient thing that happened to him, but he couldn’t open his mouth, he couldn’t speak. He felt so overwhelmed, and just… like he couldn’t say a single word, he felt trapped in his own mind, he couldn’t even get a single croak out. Lloyd was too exhausted to even panic… FSM what is wrong with him?! 

So Lloyd just laid there as his boyfriend placed a blanket over his aching body. The blanket made felt 

like a warm, fluffy cloud was placed on him, making all of his other feelings disappear. What made it feel even better was when Lloyd watched Brad climb in bed with him, wrapping his arms around Lloyds waist. 

Lloyd turned around so he was facing Brad, who leaned down and made there lips meet. They stayed like that for a few seconds, but then backed away. Lloyd felt a lot more relaxed now, cuddling in bed with the love of his life. And so he let out a breath of air, placing his head on Brads shoulder and closing his eyes.

Brad smiled to himself, glad to have made Lloyd a bit better and more content in the time of hurt. Brad kissed Lloyds forehead again, deciding now was a good time to ask Lloyd the question again. Because yes he was in a good mood and this could ruin his mood… but he was also in a good mood and that meant he would hopefully be more honest and tell Brad what’s up. 

But Brad pondered on it, maybe he should wait till morning. Yeah, that seemed like a good idea.

#ninjago #lloyd garmadon #ninjago lloyd #brad tudabone #asherdestiny #forgivenshipping #greenflowershipping #ninjago brad #ask box #ninjago fanfic #ninjago fanfiction #lego ninjago

[icypenguin]

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ To be in your arms

hellooo! sorry that i haven’t post for a long time since i last posted hehe… i’ll try to post on weekends! but anyway, enjoy this fanfic! this takes place in modern au and hurt/comfort

it was late. it was almost 2am. you were waiting for your darling kazuha to get back from work. delivered messages could be seen on your phone screen. you haven’t got any messages from kazuha since he went to work.

you were beyond worried at this point. he keeps coming home late. he said it’s just because he has so many works to do. but can’t he atleast spare some seconds to message you that he’ll come home late?

questions filled your mind. “what if he’s cheating on me?”, “what if he’s on someone’s house?”, “what if he’s leaving me?”. but knowing kazuha for many, many years, he won’t possibly do that.

just as you were thinking, the door handle made a sound and it opened the door. revealing a tired kazuha. “kazuha where have you been!? i’ve been worried sick about you! why didn’t you check my messages!?” you rushed to hug kazuha but he pushed back. you were hurt, but you tried to understand what he’s feeling.

“y/n please, i’m tired. everyone is tired and don’t expect me to have all my time for you.. you know i need to do something else right?” he asked with a cold tone.

“well- you couldn’t just leave me hanging around! can’t you atleast spare a minute!? i called you multiple times! and still no answer! you know what time it is kaz!? its past 2am now! what in the world were you doing!?” you couldn’t hold your patience anymore. your tone was a lot higher than usual. you were worried sick for him.

“i told you i was at work y/n. please, i don’t want to talk about anything right now. just let me sleep.” he rushed to go to your shared bedroom, basically ignoring you.

“oh kazuha! answer me! you always say that everytime i tried to talk to you about this! you know i can’t just live like this, right!?”

some minutes passed and your argument went heated. you both were shouting at eachother, not noticing the hurtful words you’ve told eachother. you never seen kazuha like this before. you didn't even feel a sense familiarity at him, you could barely notice that it’s him.

“oh well if you’re so mad at me, maybe i should have just leave you waiting for me. I SHOULDN’T HAVE COME BACK!” he shouted at your face, you were in disbelief when he said that. he’s not kazuha.

tears were at the edge of your eyes. your breath was shaky and you feel like crying. you tried your best to stay strong in front of him. “i-i’m sorry…” you quickly leave the living room and head towards the bathroom, where you could cry quietly.

kazuha, who has just noticed what he said, regretted everything. “w-wait y/n! i-i didn’t mean to-“ he tried walking to you but a part of h8m told him to leave you alone. so he stopped doing whatever he was doing. his brain could only repeat the hurtful words he said to you.

your mission to cry in the bathroom was a success. you ignored kazuha who’s waiting for you in front of the door. “y/n please just come out.. i could hear you sniffling…” you could tell in his tone, he regretted everything he said. his tone was soft and sweet, but you couldn’t forget about the hurtful words and cold tone he was using before.

you didn’t want to deal with anything else. but you just feel like you need comfort from someone, and that someone is kazuha. well, what can you say? he’s been doing this for weeks. ofcourse you missed his touch.

after some more minutes and by kazuha waiting patiently, you finally got out of the bathroom. but when you look at him, tears immediately flew out of your eyes. “hey, hey, shhh i’m here… please don’t worry.. i-i didn’t mean what i said..” he oulled you into a hug and wipe the tears thats falling right on your cheek.

you melt in his embrace as cried on his chest. he could feel his shirt having a wet patch but he did not worry about anything besides you. “i-i’m sorry im a burden!” you cried once more.

“shhh.. you’re not a burden y/n.. infact, you’re the opposite… you’re a motivation for me.. i-i know i hurt you with the words i said.. but i promise you, i was just stressed. those words, they meant nothing at all. please forgive me, my love..” he looked right into your eyes while holding your cheek. you could see in his eyes, he’s really telling the truth.

“i-i was working hard so… so we could go to tokyo… just like you wanted..” hearing this made your heart flutter. your eyes turned from teary to sparkly. all of this was just a misunderstanding.

“i- oh kazuha… you’re too much for me.. but… i can’t help but always think about the words you said.. a-and someone better than me being with you.. m-maybe- i… maybe you should-“ before you could finish that sentence, kazuha pulled you into a passionate kiss.

“oh love, don’t ever say that.. you’re the best for me. we’re made for eachother. and- please don’t ever think about it again. don’t ever think about something like that. i’m sorry i said those hurtful words to you.. but i promise, i didn’t mean any of those! i love you till the end, death can’t even do us apart…” hearing that makes your heart flutter even more. you knew kazuha could be the only one who can melt your heart.

“i’m truly sorry.. please forgive me?” kazuha begged you with a soft tone. even his eyes were pleading you to forgive him.

you chuckle and replied “okay i forgive you kazu.. just on one condition…” he looked at you with curiosity and hummed a curious tone.

“don’t come home so late again and cuddle me before bed for 5 months!” you asked excitedly.

“i would love to do that for you love” he kissed your cheek, then nose, then forhead. “and promise me you won’t think of something bad about us again, okay?”

“okay kazu. i love you” you replied and he kissed your lips. you both melt into the kiss, eyes closed with your lips moving in sync.

in the end, that night (or morning) ended up with kazuha being the big spoon as you were sleeping on his chest.

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thankyou for reading! this is my first time making hurt/comfort so sorry if theres alot of mistakes hehe.. but i hope you enjoyed this! advices are accepted, thankyou!

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin kazuha #kazuha kaedehara #kazuha x reader #kaedehara x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader

[v-love]

It’s Not That Bad

Alex x GN!Reader

Summary: Alex comes over to bother you only to find you sick and in bed. Does he know what he’s doing? No. Is he going try to help? Yes.

this is for my good friend @quicksilversg1rl who is currently sick so me as a good friend, i made this for them. sorry if it bad, in my defense, im half asleep. Enjoy!!

Warnings: None

Not proofread

Images/GIFS are not mine.

Word Count: 527

It wasn’t like you to not respond to any texts from anyone. The only time it happened was when you were either annoyed or sick. Alex was perplexed when he noticed you just leaving him on read. “The fuck did I do? I haven’t even said anything to make them annoyed.” He says to himself as he brushes his teeth, staring at his phone. There was no way you were annoyed by him so why you were acting like this, he didn’t know. Alex couldn’t just leave it as is and talk to you later, no. He had to actually do something to make you mad. Getting in his car with a plan in mind, he heads over to your apartment.

Sitting up quickly as you hear the door open to your bedroom, you groan from the light shining through. The sound of shoes being hit together registered in your brain, making you whine a bit. “Wake up!! We’re gonna party!!!” Alex says in a singsong voice, blowing into a plastic kazoo. You frown deeply at him, covering your ears as he starts to walk around the room making noise. “Alex please, I don’t feel good-“ your sentence was cut short from being hot with a pillow. “Pillow fight? Hell yeah.” He says under his breath as he almost goes ballistic with how many times he hit you with  the pillow. “Alex, cmon man!” Shielding yourself from the assault, you get out of bed and groan. You don’t even feel when you fall back onto the floor until you suddenly see Alex holding the back of your head. “Holy shit are you okay?” He says, his voice soft now and laced with concern. You nod slightly and Alex helps you back into bed.

Feeling hands gently place your head onto your soft pillow, your eyes open again to see your sweet boy tucking you in. His fees your gaze on him and smiles softly, not reaching his eyes though. Frowning when you see this, you move your hand to reach out for him. “Are you mad?” You whisper to him. “No, I just wished you told me…” he whispers back, leaning in so you could touch his face. Alex felt your hands slightly tremble as you held his face, sighing softly as you caress him. “Could you just stay with me? It’s cold and I missed you.” You hadn’t really seen each other too much last week because of work so you needed him.

Sliding into bed with you, Alex sighs as watches as you drift to sleep. He kisses your forehead gently and hums, aiding your mind to drift off into a blissful sleep. When you wake up, your head is laying on his chest, hearing the soft beat of his heart as he slept. It was night now and it was surprisingly warm. Your headache was now just a pain that was so dull that you could barely feel it. Smiling to yourself as you watch Alex sleep. Hearing his heartbeat made you sleepy once again, snuggling into him as you drift back to sleep, dreaming of clouds and Him.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it and if you have any questions or just wanna chat with me, send something in!! 

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#adult world #evan peters #adult world alex #alex adult world #adult world alex fic #alex adult world fic

[salaciousslut]

Maybe thats why you find me a little bit addicting<3 & i love things turning out in my favor bc the fact that youre an august virgo is a win🤭 i will say, i cannot fully beat the god complex allegations its a small need to be worshipped.

Cute<3 i'd be a fucking idiot if i never took advantage of you, its not even a question. I will say i dont think im a grear person bc if you start to cry i'll get wet, I like seeing someone realize they fucked up, I like seeing cute little toys like you realize i picked them to be my little victim<3 Youre so soft i wouldnt be able to help myself 🥺

You've no clue how much i wish i could see that video, ive only seen a little bit bc of an older pic and i just know its pretty. I need to make out with your pussy until youre crying from being so sensitive and begging me to stop. I've supposedly almost made someone squirt but they panicked bc they didnt want to make a mess in my room and i feel so disappointed in that (partly bc i think its bullshit). But maybe we can try to recreate that minus you stopping me 🥺 and i hope i can add to that log sometime<3 how many times have you added to your log so far, sweetheart?

God i could info dump to you about the play modes and how much i hate blizzard entertainment fucking boo i hate that company but i spent a lot of my teen years bonding with old friends on overwatch so i have a soft spot. And nooooo i dont want you to get motion sick i will avoid apex 🥺 im a bigger asshole on overwatch anyway 🤭

I hope to one day feel comfy enough to go into your dms, dunno if i'll tell you that its me out the gate tho. I might be a lil shy about it since im much more bold behind anon status 🫣

And i dont mind, to keep it simple i work at a hardware store. But the place isnt actually open and we're actually low key still building the shelving and stocking the store. Like my first week i was installing shelves, today i built some frames/bases for the shelving. Yesterday was a different story though for the last two hours i was hauling heavy shit from one side of our giant store to the other. Im still tired from that 😭

good morning my dear butch!! i hope u slept well! i slept okay but am still sooooo sleepy

hehe i love god complexes i love worshipping i love making sure people know their worth so true me, ill feed into that god complex

cute lil victim omg i love that 🥺 please i need it soooo bad

ive never squirted before but feel free to try as hard as u can! im sure my body will give in hehe!!! and my log has too many to count, im like average 1.3 times a day

booo we hate blizzad!!! but thats sooo fair, i wanna know the lore!!!

hehe i get it! take ur time! anon is there for a reason!!

omg thats sooo fun!! i love building things!! but come here and lemme give u a massage so u can relax

#ci answers #butch my beloved

[artinandwritin]

Im back at it again with another cute little domestic GusSiri one-shot cuz writing is great lmao

This takes place a few weeks before the birth of their second child, their stillborn son Konrad. So yeah, by this point, Seer's on permanent bedrest, not just bc of the ill child she's carrying, also because of a fever and general bad mental health. She isn't having a lot of fun, but Gustav do be being a funky husband to her and trying to make things fun for her

Ugh the way I love them

Oh-So-Loving;

Siri could feel her skin burning as her fever ran its course. Being forced to stay in bed by her oh-so-loving husband and the healers, the woman couldn't do much except stare at the ceiling.

Oh, well, it wasn't anything she wasn't used to. She had been on bedrest quite some times already the last few months, so it felt quite familiar.

Coughing painfully, she rolled on her side to try and clear her airways. Pressing a hand against her stomach, the child she had been carrying for almost five months turned in protest.

Just as she wanted to groan, the door swung open, and Gustav appeared, carrying a small tray with a bowl, a mug and something she couldn't quite recognise in his hands. The smile he was wearing pulled into a frown as he noticed her coughing fit.

'Hey, babe, you good? That sounds... Uncomfortable,' he asked, glancing at her as he put the tray on the nightstand, before sitting down on the edge of the bed. He leaned forward, gently pressing the back of his hand against her warm forehead. 'Oh, yeah, that doesn't feel good. I'd better tell Fishlegs you're staying home for a few more days!'

Siri nodded, forcing a soft smile as she reached out for his hand. 'Hm-hmm... T-thank you... What did you make...?'

'Soup, by hand, fresh vegetables.' Gustav grinned proudly, taking her hand and squeezing it tightly. 'Made sure it doesn't have any broccoli so you don't get a nausea fit. Oh! And tea. I made the best tea a woman can get, from the finest leaves your mom gave me. Trust me, you and our baby are in great care with me.'

'O-oh, I know,' Siri laughed softly, pushing herself up to nuzzle against his side. 'Y-You're too sweet, I-I... I appreciate it.'

She smiled softly as she pressed her lips to his cheek, thinking about how Gustav, when she had fallen ill a few days earlier, had panicked, not having known how to handle a sick person around, but trying his best without question. He had asked around, he had told her, had bothered everyone he knew, just to figure out how to take care of her.

It was the bare minimum, but she felt so loved, surely after having been married for almost two years.

'Did they move again already?' Gustav interrupted her wanderings, pressing his hand against her rounded belly with an almost childlike excitement in his eyes. Siri couldn't help but put her hand over his and nod. 'They did... It's been getting more and more and h-honestly, with how... Active, they are, it wouldn't surprise me if they take after you.'

She booped his nose; Gustav grinned his cheeky grin, quickly kissing her. 'That would be the dream, of course! But, a mini you also sounds perfect! Either way, as long as they're healthy-'

'Hm-hmm,' Siri muttered, gently squeezing his hand. A deep breath escaped her, and she casted a glance to the small tray with food Gustav had set on the bed. She reached out, her fingers grazing over the little object she hadn't been able to see before; a small package, wrapped together with a tiny bow.

'Now... W-what do we have here, my Captain?' she asked, a small smile playing on her lips as she looked up at her husband - the sudden blush on his cheeks didn't escape her.

'Well, that's a present I got. For you. Cuz I know you love it when I get little things for you,' Gustav explained, grinning brightly as his eyes followed his wife's hands while she played around with the package. 'And can't I spoil my lovely, pregnant wife who just so happens to be sick?'

Siri laughed softly, sinking back into her pillows. 'I-I don't see why you can't... That's so sweet of you, Gustav. Really.'

Under her husband's watchful eyes, Siri gently opened the package - a bright smile appeared on her pale face as she saw what it was.

'Y-You got me a golden bracelet...?' she asked, a tone of disbelief to her voice. 'H-how did you-'

'I made it myself!' Gustav quickly explained, putting his hand over hers. 'At the forge, Gobber helped me. I carved our names into it, and those flowers you like so much. Are you... Happy? With it?'

Siri nodded, quickly pulling him in for a hug as she let out a soft laugh. 'O-of course! I love it, it's so beautiful... Thank you, Gustav.'

'Hey, no problem,' Gustav grinned, hugging her back. 'Anything to cheer you up! And, I like doing things for you too, like making you presents, and cooking you dinner...'

A smile appeared on Siri's face; she felt her heart swell in adoration. She wanted to say something to thank him, but was interrupted when she felt a slight flutter inside her belly. A gasp escaped her; she grabbed onto Gustav's arm, quickly pulling his hand to her stomach. 'They're kicking,' she said, the brightest smile on her face.

Gustav's eyes widened, and he quickly leaned in, gently rubbing his wife's belly. 'Hi,' he brought out - he took in a sharp breath of air when he felt the kick as well. 'Oh- yeah, yeah. Hi, kiddo. It's daddy, I'm taking care of your mommy and you! Please be okay in there for us, m'kay? We can't wait to meet you!'

'What do you wanna name them...?' Siri asked softly, reaching out to gently move her husband's hair away from his forehead. 'S-something to honor our... Our little Niv, o-or...?'

Gustav shrugged. 'I don't know. Let's, y'know, see how it goes first. But, I'm feeling pretty lucky about this one - and let's be honest, are we really gonna be that unlucky and lose, well, two babies in a row? That would be pretty unfair.'

'Y-yeah, you're right,' Siri nodded slowly, taking a deep breath - when another cough came up. She jerked forward, her throat aching as her lungs squeezed together. 'O-oh-'

Gustav's face pulled into a frown, and he quickly ushered his wife down underneath her blankets. 'I- yeah, I think I'd better let you rest. Don't forget your soup, okay, babe? Astrid will kill me if you don't eat it.'

Taking a deep breath, Siri nodded, shivering underneath her blankets. She took another glance at her husband, muttering a soft, 't-thank you...'

'Hey, no problemo,' Gustav saluted her as he stood up, dusting off his knees. 'I'll leave you be, m'kay? Just call me when you need me.'

With that, he walked down the stairs, back to their living room - as Siri closed her eyes, trying to calm down, she heard him whistle, and a smile appeared on her lips.

What was she happy with her oh-so-loving husband.

@rosiethedragongeek for the tags!! Just some nice GusSiri fluff to brighten your day <333

#artinandwritin's writing #artinandwritin's lore

[jeonsmots]

Like the movies

Eddie Munson x Reader

Warning(s): Swearing

[a/n] hello there! it's been a while. I've finally decided to start posting again after a long (accidental) hiatus. im back with the loml Eddie Munson

Please enjoy!

Both of you knew something was going on between the two of you

None of you were oblivious nor too naive to see it

All the teasing and play fighting was just friendly banter 

You never questioned it when he held your hand on the way home

Or the fact that you live on different sides of Hawkins but he still walks with you until he hears the key lock of your house

Or the fact that you can call him and he always answers you 

It doesn't matter when you do, he’ll always answer you

The thought of you two dating feels so strange for both of you

But is it really so strange?

_

It was a rainy day 

Hellfire Club had just finished playing D&D

You didn’t think he'd follow you home today considering the weather

You were about to walk out into the rain 

But when you did you didn't feel any water fall on you 

“Did you really think I'd let you get soaked in this weather? Are you dumb?”

The familiar voice made you look up at him

He already had a smile on his face

You hit his chest playfully before beginning to walk towards your home

The walk was nice, even if you noticed him actually being completely in his own world

He held your hand as always, swinging it slightly back and forth

The rain didn't seem to be stopping soon

And you can see Eddie didn't like walking in the rain that much

You decide to stop at the bus stop coming up

He practically falls on the little bench inside it 

You sit yourself beside him

You feel his head fall on your shoulder as you both look out at the pouring rain

Comfortable silence falls upon you

You get a spontaneous idea

“Eddie?”

A little hum can be heard

“Come dance with me” you ask him

“In the rain?” he looks up at you in confused

“Yes, in the rain like they do in the movies” you get up from the bench and walk towards the middle of the road

The beads of rain falls down your face as you smile

You signal for him to come but he only crosses his arms

You go to take his hands and pull him from his seat to follow 

“Now you're going to get sick you little freak” eddie says through his smile as you pull him closer

“Then we’re finally both freaks” You smirk at him before letting a small laughter out

A soft chuckle comes from Eddie as he dramatically turns around.

As much as Eddie would love to tackle you at this moment, he can’t stop looking at you.

He loves seeing how happy you are in this moment, he wishes he could be here forever

See your smile forever, and for you to smile at him forever

“Fuck it” he mumbles under his breath

“Y/N?” 

You turn around to look at him with a smile

Eddie feels his legs pulling him closer and closer to you until you're face to face with him

He hesitates for a moment before cupping your face

“I'll just say it quickly, I like you. I really like you, I felt like this since the moment we met and it's grown stronger with each passing moment we’re together.” Eddie stutters through his sentence

Before you could say anything, You feel his lips on yours

His soft lips that you'd only dreamed of kissing one day

He’s being careful not to do too much

His kiss felt like he's been longing for a kiss this magical 

You truly feel like your life is a movie

The kiss only lasted a few seconds before he pulled away 

“You don't know how long i've wanted to do that” you say looking him directly in his eyes

His eyes widening slightly at your words before beaming a smile

He kisses you over and over again before resting his forehead on yours 

Both of you now drenched from all the rain

“Want to go to the trailer park, my little freak?” he smiles 

“Absolutely” you kiss him on the cheek before running off

“NO Y/N” Eddie begins running after you

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie my beloved #eddie munson stranger things #joseph quinn #stranger things imagine #Stranger things eddie #eddie x reader #Eddie x you #eddie imagine #Eddie imagines #Munsonlovr.ST #eddie munson fanfic #Stranger things season 4 #Stranger things season four #St #st eddie munson #Stranger Things imagine #Stranger Things x Reader #mike wheeler #elleven #Robin #Steve #Johnathan #Loml #aka the love of my life

[breathingwithdifficulty]

i don't feel good. i feel little. words are hard to find and i want to talk to someone but its late and no one is awake and i dont really have anything to say.

i feel bad for myself. like, not really the myself of the now, she doesn't need my pity, but like my small self. and maybe that is the myself of the now. at least, that's what it feels like.

this year its gotten progressively harder to remind myself that my parents love me. i know they do. they do, right? but like my dad never visits and my mom doesn't text anymore and no one knows my interests or my hobbies or what im doing in school and it just feels so lonely sometimes.

most of the time i feel normal. grown. i have my own apartment and my own money and my own life. but sometimes my car breaks down or an assignment makes me cry or i look at my bank account and i just want an adult that i can call and say "i feel sad, please help" and actually get help.

i don't feel good. i feel sick-sad, where my stomach is all twisty and my hands feel like they're buzzing and i keep rubbing my cheek on my stuffed animal just to feel its softness. i feel scared. i feel alone.

it makes me feel insane sometimes, this distance between my parents and i. it makes me feel desperate, crazy for seeking out this parental relationship with any adult that comes into my life.

my friend's mom sent me a starbucks giftcard. i cried. a different friend's mom bought me a crockpot because my friend told her ive been struggling cooking meals for myself. a different friends mom offered to buy me groceries because i was worried i wouldn't be able to afford them. each of them have had more one-on-one, genuine conversations with me than i've had with my parents in the last few years. i feel sick. i went to my professor's house and he watched me accidentally burn 2 marshmallows in a row and said "do you want me to make you one?" and i literally could've cried then and there. i went on a date with a girl who talked about how she loves her mom so much and knows she's her number one supporter. she asked me about my relationship with my parents and i didn't even wanna say it. i feel insane.

i feel pitiful, but i just wanna be taken care of for a bit. just wanna lay down on the couch with my head in someones lap and not have to worry about taking care of myself for a minute. it doesn't seem so much to ask but im wondering if it really is. if im too much.

when i get like this, sometimes i get a thought like "i miss my dad" or "i miss my mom" but then i see them and it doesn't make the ache go away. i don't miss them, i miss something i don't think ive had in a long time (maybe ever) and its devastating because i don't know if i'll ever get it. i passed the age where i can sit in my mom's lap and cry because i got a hole in my favorite socks, or where i can call my dad and ask him what i should have for dinner because i can't make a decision right now. i feel so old and so young and so sad.

thanksgiving is coming up and im looking forward to it for the food and the company but like. i can't even be myself around my family half the time, not because they would disapprove (some of them would) but because they don't care. it's always "how are your grades? still in your major? where do you live now?" and not like "so what've you been up to? done anything fun? how are you? what do you like to do?" because in their mind, they don't need to ask those questions, they think they already know. they think im still the quiet, book-nerd, shy girl in the back of the class. which, part of me still is, but i like other things now. im another person now.

every year i get asked what i want for christmas and every year im happy with what i get. im not hard to shop for, i don't think, but especially these past years ive realized that like... no one knows what i want because they don't know what i like. part of that is because im intensely insecure about my interests and part of it because i have a reason to be - id get made fun of and there's certain things i just really don't wanna hear shit about.

so this year i sucked it up and made a christmas list. an actual one, with stuff i like on there, even if my family doesn't understand it or know the tv show references or why i want so many stickers. i made a big list of everything ive secretly been wanting, ranging from like $1 stickers to like $40 sweaters. it was oddly scary for me. it still is. i don't know if anyone will get me anything off that list, but if they do, im scared for the reaction, just a bit. i don't wanna open something on christmas and get "yeah, so what is that? i don't get it" or "that sounds gay" when i explain it, or "okay..." when they're disinterested.

i know its a little silly but i don't really care. im sad. my head hurts. its late but im not tired and i just want a hug. i wanna rock back and forth and hold my weighted dinosaur and chew on his horns. im so done with this

12:16am

11/14/23

#text #its that time of the year #mine #.txt #inner child

[obsessedwithpedritoofc]

Sɪᴄᴋ (Jᴀᴠɪᴇʀ Pᴇñᴀ)

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Javier Peña × Male Reader.

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 1,1 k.

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: You wake up feeling a bit sick, and of course Javier convinced you to stay home and not go to work. When he comes back, he sees you're feeling even worse than you were in the morning. Luckily for you, he is willing to give you his best and take care of you the way you deserve.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: teeth rotting fluff, established relationship, swearing, spanish (translations at the end of the fic), mentions of being sick obv (thats pretty much it, this is just a fluffy very short drabble), no physical descriptions of reader, no use of Y/N. (lmk if i missed any).

𝔸/ℕ: surpriseee. hey there, im feeling so sick today and i really thought i needed some pedro boi taking care of me. so i wrote a quick something, and since my last peña fic was pretty violent and angsty, here you have him again! this time all sweet and pretty. hope you enjoy it <3

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

You had fallen asleep not long ago, your sore throat and aching body being not merciful at all. Laying on your couch, blanket wrapped around you and the heating on, you played whatever movie you found between all your VHSs and tried to close your eyes.

When you woke up that morning, you knew you weren't feeling alright. So did Javier. He was the first to notice —like always— and told you to stay home. And of course you couldn't say no to those brown puppy eyes of his. You spent most of the day doing chores around the house, trying to be productive since you hadn't gone to work, but by the beginning of the afternoon your head started hurting and your body was stiff. After a while of telling yourself it was nothing, you finally sat down and admitted that maybe, just maybe, you had a fever. 

Fuck, you cursed yourself when the thermometer confirmed your fear.

Being sick terrified you. If there was something you hated was laying in bed for an entire day —or longer—, doing nothing and feeling useless. Especially since you started working at the DEA. Knowing there were lives at risk and you were in your couch being able to do absolutely nothing made you feel even worse about it all. But then again, it wasn't in your hand to get better when you were ill like that. 

So you gave up, got yourself a blanket and tried to ignore the growing pain in your muscles.

An hour and a half into the movie, you finally fell asleep on the couch. Your sore throat and the headache gave you a break to rest for a little while, until the sound of keys and the front door opening woke you up.

"Mi amor", Javier kneeled in front of you, his hand testing the temperature on your forehead. "How are you doin'?".

"Hey...", you weakly smiled. "How was work?".

"I made you a question, baby", he frowned, but he wasn't mad —he was looking at you in pure concern.

"I have a fever", you accommodated yourself under the blanket. "But I'm good", you smiled again. "I left some food in the fridge for you".

"Ay, chiquito", he kissed your forehead. "You didn't have to".

"Of course I had to. You were at work getting yours and my shit done, I couldn't stay sat all day and not leave you some food at least".

Javi smiled down at you. He knew he loved you for a reason.

"I would've taken care", he swiped his thumb over your cheekbone. "Did you eat somethin'?".

"Yeah... For lunch".

"Ay, amor. You gotta start worryin' a bit more about you and a bit less about me".

"Nonsense. You would've gotten yourself killed already", you saw how Javier smiled at you comment and you chuckled. Or at least you tried, until you started coughing. "Ugh, fuck...".

Javier leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips. Your eyes opened wide, but he interrupted you even before you could object.

"I know, amor. But you can't expect me not to kiss you when I'm seeing you like this", he shrugged.

"You're gonna be sick, too!", you frowned.

"What does it matter? We're gonna sleep in the same bed anyway", he got up and walked to the kitchen. "I'll make you dinner".

You pouted, but didn't complain. You knew you couldn't move much anyway. So you just watched as he moved around, cooked your dinner and warmed his own, turning around to check on you from time to time. Then he sat next to you on the couch and played a different movie as you both started eating.

"Shit, I almost forget", he left his already empty plate on the coffee table and walked to where he had left his work things. He went back to you with a small plastic bag. "I got you some pills on my way back. Figured you'd do better with them".

"Ay, Javi", you reached out to kiss his cheek. You did think it wasn't right of you to do so, since you didn't want him to be ill as well, but he was right —you were going to sleep in the same bed anyway. "You're such a sweetheart".

"You make me a sweetheart", he kissed you back. "I'll make you some tea so you can take the pills".

You almost threw your head back.

"When did you become so cute?", you looked up at him as he walked back into the kitchen. You didn't see it, but his chuckle rumbled to where you were, and you couldn't help but imagine him blushing at your words like he always did.

He went back to you with a steaming cup of tea. You nuzzled as close to him as you could and drank it slowly, taking the pills as well, your eyes focused on the movie.

When Javier saw you were too tired to keep your eyes opened for much longer, he turned the TV off and carried you to the bedroom —leaving the dirty dishes in the sink before, of course. He gently set you down onto the mattress as he started taking off his clothes. Then, he got under the covers with you. His arms circled your waist, his body spooning you and pulling you as close as physically possible. You coughed again —involuntarily, of course—, and he stroked your sides in a soft motion.

"¿Te encuentras mejor, mi amor?", he whispered against your neck. 

"Sí", you turned your head to smile at him. "Gracias a tí".

"Yo no hice nada, precioso", he left a small kiss on the back of your neck.

"Tú hiciste todo, Javi", you kissed his chin in return, holding your coughs in. "De todas formas, solo estando contigo ya me siento mucho mejor", you turned around to face him and buried your face in his chest. "Te amo, mi amor", your voice sounded muffled. Javier chuckled.

"Te amo más, chiquito", he hugged you tight. "Descansa, bonito".

"¿Puedes...?", you cleared your throat, feeling your face growing red and warm —and not from the fever. "¿Puedes cantarme para que me duerma?", you mumbled. Javier stroked your back in gentle circles.

"Claro, amor", he smiled against your head.

As soon as he started singing with a soft tone, you closed your eyes and fell asleep, his voice relaxing and lulling you into a deep slumber. You thought, again, of how much you hated being sick —laying down, doing nothing and feeling useless.

Truth be told, you did hate being sick, you were terrified of it. But at the end of the day, if you could have Javier taking care of you like that, it really wasn't that bad.

¿Te encuentras mejor, mi amor? = Are you feeling better, my love?

Sí. Gracias a tí. = Yeah. Thanks to you.

Yo no hice nada, precioso. = I did nothing, baby.

Tú hiciste todo, Javi. De todas formas, solo estando contigo ya me siento mucho mejor. = You did everything, Javi. And anyways, just being with you already makes me feel better.

Te amo (más). = I love you (more).

Descansa, bonito. = Just rest, beautiful.

¿Puedes cantarme para que me duerma? = Can you sing me to sleep?

Claro, amor. = Of course, love.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal characters #javier peña #javier peña x reader #javier peña x you

[baberoe]

15, 17, 19!! 💖💖💖

15. post the last line you wrote without context.

(already posted the last line so heres a line i wrote recently and liked!)

It was early enough that the light coming through the window was that pretty, watery gold that only came with autumn dawns, and it hit Gene in such a way that he looked as though he were made of light.

17. describe a fic that is still in the 'ideas’ stage.

ok so. i like a good ghost story and i have been listening to my malarkey playlist on repeat for the past week (especially smoke signals ohmygod) so i thought about a longer fic where skips ghosts starts haunting malarkey once he gets back to the states. i like angst but i dont want this to have a sad ending so im working out the semantics of it, but i wrote a 300 word intro i like so we’ll see where that goes.

19. what’s your favorite character headcanon?

ive mentioned this a couple of times but like. i really like the idea of speirs and lip going on museum dates :) <3 especially the big boston museums like!! i know they would spend so much time with the sargents in the mfa and speirs could take lip through the ancient roman art and talk abt every person portrayed in a bust. and just. the two of them sitting in the courtyard at the gardner, listening to a performance....... speirs drags him up to where the paintings were stolen and spends an hour talking about theories and stuff........yeah.........

#last question made me feel so soft..... im sick #ask

[mackenzielovee]

heyy! can you do an angsty one where rafe and the reader are “friends,” for a long time, they’ve been in the same friend group and she’s been with love with him for a while now, and he knows and uses that for his advantage. she always does stuff for him, help him whenever he needed and more, and he treats her pretty badly/rudely in return. their friends (top n kelce,) always try to tell him to stop and more and finally she’s had enough she confronts him and show how much he was actually draining her, and he acts like he doesn’t care but he does realize what he was doing, but meanwhile he’s reflecting on his actions, y/n is getting closer to jj? thanks lol the end is up to you. love u and ur fics <3

a/n: hi love! im so sorry it took me so long to write this. I hope you love it!! it took me forever to finish hahaha but i loved writing it!

Warnings: swearing, underage drinking

my writing

pretty damn lucky - rafe cameron

You sigh as you pull Rafe's fresh sheets from the dryer, breathing in the scent of the detergent mixed with the scent of him. He and the boys had way too much to drink last night, which resulted in Rafe getting sick all over his bed when they got home. You had stripped his sheets immediately and put them in the wash, then made a makeshift bed for Rafe on the floor with all of his blankets.

He had grunted at you in return for all your work, collapsing down on the floor and passing out before you could even say goodnight to him.

You had washed the sheets once again this morning when you woke up, then stuck them in the dryer and waited on them.

Topper groans on the couch as you pass him on your way to Rafe's room. You stop and chuckle, watching as he hesitantly opens his eyes.

"Oh, fuck," Topper grumbles as he sits up, clutching his head.

"I think you guys brought the bar home with you."

He glances up, eyes meeting yours, and groans. You laugh and step over to him, taking a seat on the couch beside him.

"Can I get you anything?" you ask him.

"Yeah, a time machine. Don't let me drink so much," he whines, collapsing back down on the couch. You stand, letting out a laugh.

"Water and aspirin. Got it."

You walk up the stairs and stop in front of Rafe's bedroom door, knocking on it lightly before you peak your head in. He's still laying on the floor, but you can't tell if he's awake or not. You stop inside, warm sheets in hand, and close the door behind you. He grunts at the noise, but it's not enough to make him open his eyes.

"Hey," you say to him, "I washed your sheets. How are you feeling?"

Rafe moves on the floor, opening his eyes only enough to see you, then rolls back to his initial spot and closes his eyes again.

"Just put the sheets back on, I want my bed."

You sigh and nod your head, stepping over to his bed to start making it. You watch him as you work, laying on the floor, mouth parted slightly and eyebrows furrowed as he tries to focus on not throwing up again.

"Okay," you whisper once his bed is made, "Come on. I'll help you."

Rafe allows you to wrap your arms around his torso, helping him stand from off the floor. He leans all his weight on you as you two stumble over to his bed, then he collapses onto it. You cover him with his comforter and then fix his hair so it's not sitting in his eyes anymore. He doesn't say anything at your movements.

"I'll get you some water and some medicine. Be back in a minute," you whisper to him. He just nods as best he can.

You hurry back down the stairs, rushing past Topper and into the kitchen. You grab two water bottles out of the fridge and then rifle through the cabinets until you find a bottle of aspirin. As you walk from the kitchen to Topper on the couch, you stop in your tracks.

"Topper," you say, your voice authoritative, "Where is Kelce?"

Topper laughs, which is how you know it's bad. You hadn't noticed that they were one friend light when they stumbled in last night, mostly because you had been too worried about Rafe to be concerned with where Topper and Kelce crashed.

"He fell down outside last night. I'm pretty sure we just left him there."

You sigh loudly, handing him a bottle of water and aspirin as you swear and rush to the front door. As you approach, you can already see him, face up in the Cameron's new flower bed that Rose had worked so hard to make perfect. You open the door and rush to Kelce, annoyed with the boys for not even telling you he was out here.

"Kelce?" you question, stirring him awake, "You alive in there?"

Kelce sits up, as if you'd awakened him from a dream, and glances around. He looks at you and then down to the clothes he's in, and you watch as his eyes widen.

"Those motherfuckers did not leave me out here," he gasps.

"Kelce, I'm so sorry. I had no idea you were out here-"

"I'm going to kill them - ow."

He tries to stand up, but the throbbing of his head makes him fall back down into the dirt again. You grab onto his arm and try to help him up, noting how you do most of the work. When he's finally upright, you brush off the dirt from his back and then lead him inside.

"Shit," he mutters, "My stomach. I'm gonna need to eat."

"I'm on it," you tell him, leading him into the living room and placing him on the couch next to Topper.

"Hey, man," Topper greets, "Rose sure will be happy you observed the flowers so...closely."

"Shut the fuck up, Top," Kelce snaps, reaching over and punching Topper in the chest. He groans at his head and sits back again, making you laugh.

"All right," you declare, picking up the aspirin and water bottle for Rafe, "Eggs? Toast? Bacon? Sound good?"

Kelce nods his head and Topper looks at you, already looking better with the water and medicine in his system.

"Hey, thank you, Y/N. For always taking care of us," Topper smiles at you.

"Yeah," Kelce agrees, "I'd still be lying in a bush outside if it weren't for you. Thank you."

You smile at them and shake your head, "Of course, boys. Back in a minute. Kelce, don't kill Top. Please."

Kelce grunts, telling you he's still debating if he will or not. You laugh and then rush back up the stairs, hoping Rafe is still alive up there. You knock softly on his door when you reach it, not wanting to just bust in on him.

"Rafe?" you say when you walk in, seeing him laying in the exact same position he had been when you left him.

"What took you so long?" he grumbles.

"I'm sorry," you say, sitting down beside him on his bed, "You guys left Kelce outside and-"

"Do you have the aspirin or what?"

You sigh and nod, handing him the pill bottle and a bottle of water. He sits up, hair messy and eyes only half open, and pours three pills into his hand. You stare at him, observing his sharp jaw line and his soft skin, and you can't help but wonder what it would be like to be able to feel him. Touch him. Love on him the way you've been dreaming about since the day you met him.

"Do you want me to make you something to eat?"

Rafe swallows the pills, then brings his eyes up to meet yours, "That breakfast place I love. Why don't you go pick us all up something? Card's in my wallet."

He lays back down, which is his way of excusing you from the room. You just nod your head and grab his card out of his wallet.

"And move the seat back in my truck when you get back. I always hit my head when I get in after you."

"All right," you say quietly, wishing he'd at least say a 'please' or 'thank you'.

You take orders from Topper and Kelce, then hurry out to Rafe's truck. You have to move the seat way up in order to drive the truck, and you make a mental note to move it back when you get back to the house.

You pull up to the restaurant and climb out of the truck, fumbling with the keys and your purse and Rafe's card, too wrapped up in yourself to notice the blonde boy standing about five feet from you.

"Damn, I didn't expect someone as pretty as you to hop out of that truck," JJ smirks at you, watching your eyes shoot up to him.

You smile, "Hi, JJ."

"How are you?" he asks, cheeky look on his face.

You set your hands on your hips, keys and card tucked between your fingers, as you observe what you're wearing for the first time. You'd snuck one of Rafe's Kildare Island shirts from his dresser last night and had on jean shorts underneath.

"Y'know," you shrug, "You like this place, too?"

"Ah, little pretentious, but the food's acceptable," he teases, "You eating alone?"

"No. Just picking up food for Rafe and his friends."

"What, are you his assistant or something? Tell Cameron to pick up his own food," JJ huffs.

He'd never tell you, not wanting to upset you, but he's hated watching you run around the island as Rafe's bitch since you met him. JJ's been dying to hang out with you, even asked you a few times, but you always say no because you're on some sort of mission for Rafe.

"It's just a breakfast order," you reply, starting to inch toward the restaurant.

"Just a breakfast order," he shrugs, "Just getting him a beer every time he asks, just following him around like a lost puppy, just-"

"Okay," you stop him, "I'm a big girl, JJ. I can take care of myself."

You turn and start to walk away from him, trying to brush off his 'lost puppy' remark. He groans loudly, which is enough to earn your attention back.

"Prove it," he yells out, making you turn, "Tonight. There's a thing down at the beach. Meet me."

You start to shake your head, but he steps toward you and stops you. He runs a hand through his blonde hair, messing it up even more than it already is.

"JJ-"

"Come on, Y/N. Take the Kook chains off for one night. Please. Rafe can do his own dishes and get his own drinks."

You sigh, glancing down at your feet before back up to him, "Maybe."

"Ah- you know what? That's better than a no. I'll take it."

You nod at him, trying your best not to smile too wide, then point to the building. You start to back off, but you keep your eyes fixed on the blonde boy.

"What time? You know, if I decide to come."

JJ smiles wider than he had the entire conversation, "Seven."

You smile back at him, then turn and walk away before you can get even more wrapped up in this boy.

"What the hell took you so long?" Rafe questions as you walk through the door with several bags filled with food.

"Sorry," you sigh at him, "Got caught up."

Kelce and Topper stand up and step to you, taking the bags from you. You thank them quietly, watching as Rafe rolls his eyes and stands from his place on the couch.

"Yeah, never mind the fact that I'm starving to death," he mutters.

"Rafe, come on, man," Topper smacks Rafe on the chest, trying to get him to chill out.

"Yeah, quit being a dick," Kelce tells him.

Topper starts to unload the food from the bags while Kelce leans down and gives you a friendly kiss on the cheek. You smile gently, glancing up to see Rafe watching with his jaw clenched. You try to put distance in between you, but Rafe doesn't seem to care about your efforts.

"Thanks for running to get it, Y/N," Topper smiles to you.

"You're welcome."

"Did you put my seat back, at least?" Rafe asks you, swiping his car keys from the counter where you set them.

"Yes, of course," you reply.

"Of course," he mutters, "You never do."

"Rafe," Kelce says authoritatively, holding his hands out to his sides as if to ask what the hell he's doing.

"I'll fix you a plate," you tell Rafe, setting a hand on Kelce's arm as if to thank him.

Rafe exhales loudly, then steps away and back into the living room. Kelce rolls his eyes at Rafe, giving you a pat on the shoulder. You make Rafe a plate, a little bit of everything, then follow Topper into the living room to take it to him.

"Quit being an asshole to her, man," Topper mumbles to Rafe, slapping him on the back of his head.

"Don't fucking hit me," Rafe growls at Topper.

"Here you go," you hand Rafe a plate. He takes it from you without a word or a glance, inspecting the food you've given him.

"Where's your plate, love?" Topper asks you as Kelce sits down beside him, "I'll make you one. Sit down."

"No," you say quickly, earning the attention of all three boys, "I'm not staying. I gotta get home, I kinda have plans later,"

"What plans?" Rafe asks, judgment present in his voice.

The boys watch the look on your face and Topper and Kelce immediately erupt into fits of laughs and hollers.

"Boy plans, huh?" Kelce smiles at you before he shoves bacon into his mouth.

Your face flushes as you stand in front of them, glancing at Rafe to see his reaction. His jaw is clenched tightly and he's stopping eating all together.

"Who's the lucky guy, Y/N?" Topper snickers.

"It's not a big deal, you guys."

"Why am I jealous right now?" Kelce teases you. You look over at him and roll your eyes, hiding your smile from him.

"What plans?" Rafe repeats himself, raising his voice. Your eyes shoot over to him, watching his expression.

"Um, I'm going down to this thing at the beach," you say, looking down at the floor. Rafe sets his plate down on the coffee table in front of him, not wanting his food anymore.

"Are we invited?" Rafe asks, already knowing the answer. He just wants to make you say it.

"I- it's not my thing," you stutter, "I'm just meeting some people."

"Who?" Topper asks through his food.

"Uh, JJ Maybank and his friends-"

Rafe scoffs, interrupting you, "You're ditching us to hang out with Pogues?"

"I'm not ditching you, Rafe," you frown.

"Funny, that's the way it looks."

"It's just a few drinks on the beach, why are you getting so bent out of shape?" you question, watching as Topper and Kelce squirm, growing more uncomfortable.

"Bent out of shape? " he repeats, voice as if he doesn't believe you just said that, "You're the one driving across the island for shitty ass beer-"

"It's not like I was asking your opinion on my plans-"

"No, no, you were just informing us that you have plans to fuck JJ Maybank, understood."

"Rafe-" you start, but stop when Kelce sits up straight in his chair and speaks.

"What the fuck, Rafe?" Kelce stares at his best friend, "Why are you so mean to Y/N all the time? She doesn't have to hang out with us every day, and honestly, I wouldn't if you treated me the way you treat her."

"Oh, fuck off, Kelce, you don't know shit," Rafe waves him off.

Topper glances at you, then over to Rafe and speaks up as well, "He's right, Rafe. You're an asshole to her. And not just today, but a lot lately."

Rafe sits back on the couch and crosses his arms in front of his chest, rolling his eyes.

"You two don't know anything," he huffs, "Y/N and I are fine."

"Actually," you say, earning Rafe's complete attention, "I don't think we are."

He stands up now, stepping over to you and grabbing onto your wrist, "Let's discuss this in private."

You glance at the boys, trying to offer them a silent 'thank you for trying', then allow Rafe to pull you into the guest room down the hall. He slams the door once you two are inside, then runs his hand through his hair before he speaks.

"What the fuck are you doing, embarrassing me in front of the two of them?" he scoffs.

Your mouth falls open at how that is his main concern after you just told him you have doubts that the two of you are okay. Your heart sinks, watching as he paces the room. You watch the way his jaw is clenched and how his eyes are frantic as he tries to figure out how to fix things with the boys.

"I'm sorry," you say quietly.

Rafe seems to not hear you, "Jesus, now the two of them are gonna be up my ass about you for the rest of the day."

"Rafe-"

"And what the hell is up with you partying with JJ Maybank? Do you not realize how that could look, you hanging out with him?"

"Oh, my God!" you yell, not being able to take any more of his bullshit, "I don't give a shit, Rafe! I mean, seriously. I spent my entire night last night and my entire morning taking care of your ass. Because I care about you. And now, I say I want to do something for myself, and you act like I'm being selfish? Are you kidding me?"

"Oh, please," Rafe shakes his head, "You're always taking care of us, don't act like you're all noble."

"I'm not trying to be noble. I'm trying to tell you how I feel-"

"Well, I didn't fucking ask, all right?" he yells.

You frown and step back from him as if his words struck you across the face. He reaches up and pinches the bridge of his nose, trying his best to control his frustration.

"Rafe," you choke out, feeling your emotions as they rise up, "I care about you so much. But, I can't keep walking on eggshells around you. I have done everything you've asked me to do, I've been a good friend to you and I-"

"You what?" he growls at you, stepping forward and grabbing your shoulders.

"I love you, you asshole," you whisper, watching the way his eyes soften at your words, "I love you. But I'm drained. I'm exhausted. And I'm sick of being treated like some bitch who just follows you around and hopes you'll throw her a bone."

Rafe stares at you for a moment, and for the first time in a long time, you genuinely cannot tell what he's thinking. After a few seconds, he releases your shoulders and lightly shoves you away from him.

"You should leave," he says, staring at the floor.

"Really?"

"Yeah, you gotta get ready for your big date night, right?"

You laugh sarcastically at his comment, feeling stupid to have expected him to say anything different than that. He sets his hands on his hips and sighs, not bothering to look up at you. You lick your lips and take a deep breath, debating whether or not to stay and fight with him. For him.

"Fuck you, Rafe," you say.

His shoulders fall but he doesn't look up, so you turn and walk out of the room. Topper and Kelce are standing right outside the door, shocked when you suddenly emerge. You roll your eyes at them, not surprised they had been listening. They don't bother trying to stop you, because honestly, they'd leave Rafe, too.

You rush out of the house and slam the door behind you. Topper usually drives you home, but you don't bother to go back inside and ask. You can walk, it's not far.

As much as you love Rafe, as much as you'd kill to be with him, you can't condone the way he's been treating you. You know that you deserve better, just as Topper and Kelce have been reminding him. Better is exactly what you plan to have.

The beach isn't terribly busy when you arrive. You know by the time the sun sets completely, it will be packed. You spot JJ's blonde hair towering above almost everyone on the beach, watching as he laughs with his friends and tips a red cup against his lips. You walk over to him before allowing yourself to hesitate and think about leaving again.

Your fight with Rafe had completely drained your energy, and if you didn't feel like getting completely drunk to forget about it, you'd leave. JJ spies you as you approach and grins widely, starting over to you.

"No fucking way," he smiles, "Can't believe you showed, Mrs. Cameron!"

"Ha ha," you grumble, shaking your head and trying to hide a smile.

"How'd you escape from the prison that is Kook land?"

You roll your eyes, reaching up and taking the cup from his hand. You gulp it down before he can even object, and when you look up at him again, he's staring at you with his mouth wide open.

"Okay. Got it. Drinking, no talking," he reaches down and takes your hand, leading you over to the keg.

"Lots of drinking," you mutter, watching as JJ pretends he didn't hear you.

JJ grabs two beers from the guy handing them out and hands one to you, returning his hand to yours. You start to walk back over to JJ's friends, but he pulls on your hand to keep you where he wants you.

"What are you doing? Don't you want to hang out with your friends?" you ask him.

He shakes his head, "No, I'd rather figure out what's going on with you."

You sigh and take another long sip of your beer, avoiding his eyes on purpose. Although you and JJ hadn't hung out a lot, he still seems to be able to tell that you're bothered.

"It's not a big deal," you say.

"If it's bothering you, it is," JJ insists. His eyes are wide as he looks at you, and you can't help but notice how he hasn't taken one sip of his beer.

"JJ-"

"It's Rafe, I can tell. Did he hurt you?"

"No," you furrow your eyebrows, unsure of why he would even ask that. JJ just nods his head, tightening his grip around your hand.

"All right, then what?"

You give him a small smile, grateful that he's pushing so hard to try and figure out what's bothering you. You've never really had anyone do that before.

"We just got into an argument. But, it's fine-"

"Y/N-"

"I came here to have fun with you. Please don't make me spend the whole night talking about Rafe."

His eyes soften as he stares down at you. You watch as he takes a deep breath, then licks his lips and nods his head. You give him a small smile, watching as he shamelessly return it.

"You're right," he speaks after a minute, "Who needs that asshole, anyway?"

You nod, although you're hesitant to talk shit about Rafe like that, even after everything. JJ squeezes your hand once again, then tugs you toward his friends.

"Come on, let's party."

JJ pumps you full of beers, at your request, and laughs every time you attempt to get him to dance with you. His friends all watch as JJ finally gives into you, standing up as you tug on his hand and allowing you to lead him upright.

You can feel the alcohol rushing through your body as JJ spins you around in the sand, laughing at how much you're loving it. His friends cheer the two of you on, and by the time the song ends, you're completely exhausted. You collapse into JJ's chest and he wraps a strong arm around you, holding you up.

"I didn't realize I'd had so much," you tell him, slurring your words a bit against his chest.

"That's all right," he laughs lightly, "I'll take care of you."

JJ leads you back over to the log the two of you had been sitting on and helps you sit down, smiling when you lean your head down on his shoulder.

"You're nice to me," you tell him.

JJ laughs at your drunken state, pressing his cup to his lips once more. Say what you will about JJ Maybank, but never call him a lightweight.

"You deserve to be treated nicely," he fires back.

"You really believe that?" you ask him, not noticing your eyes fluttering closed against him.

"Of course, Y/N," he whispers, moving his face so his lips graze against the top of your head, "You know, there's a lot more out there than just Rafe Cameron."

"You don't know him like I do," you say quietly.

"You're right," he scoffs, "Nobody else would defend him."

"I'm serious, JJ. He's sweet and caring and protective-"

"And rude, and unkind-"

"JJ," you sigh, "I mean it. Underneath all the bullshit, he's a really great guy."

JJ's silent for a second, then you feel his body tense slightly under you. His friends are all in their own little world, to notice, but JJ isn't.

"Well, that really great guy just showed up to the party."

Your eyes shoot open and your head comes off of JJ's chest as you glance around, trying to steady your vision as you look around to see what he's talking about. When your eyes meet Rafe's, he looks upset. He's watching you and JJ like the thought of you two together actually, physically breaks his heart in half.

Topper and Kelce stand behind him, pushing Rafe forward to you. You stand up, with the help of JJ's hand steadying you, which you immediately let go of when you stand up straight. You tears your eyes away from Rafe long enough to glance back at JJ, asking him silently if it's okay if you go to him.

"Go on," he gives you a sad smile, "Tonight was fun. But, you know, I'm not the type of guy to chase after some other guy's girl."

"JJ-"

"Go, Y/N. You love him. I can tell."

You start to object, but close your mouth when you realize you have no defense. He's right, you know he is. You give JJ a little smile, then turn back to Rafe. The asshole, your asshole, who looks ready to put your heart back together again.

He starts to you and you to him, but he covers way more ground than you given that he's stone cold sober. He can tell you're having trouble standing, so he reaches out and offers his arm as soon as he's within range.

"Hey," he says quietly.

You wrap your cold hands around his arm, steadying yourself and absorbing his warmth. You take a deep breath, inhaling his familiar, heart wrenching scent and letting it fill your lungs.

"What are you doing here?" you question him.

"I- uh, I need to talk to you."

"Why? So you can yell at me and then tell me to leave again?" you spit before you can even think about it.

Rafe clenches his jaw and moves his eyes from yours, glancing around the beach as he considers what the best thing to say is in response.

"I'm sorry," you mumble.

"It's fine," he shakes his head, speaking too fast to actually mean it, "I deserve it. I was an asshole. I came here to apologize."

You nod your head, doing your best to keep your eyes on his and not trailing all down his body. He's wearing the snapback you love on him, and he has on the shirt the two of you bought together at the mall on a trip.

"You may," you tease him, giving him a small smile and hoping to get one in return. You get it, thankfully.

"I'm really sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to ever make you feel second rate. You have been so good to me and I know I don't deserve it-"

"It's okay," you stop him, reaching one hand up to stroke his cheek. His skin, his soft skin under yours feels like heaven to touch. You know the alcohol is the only reason you're not putting up a larger fight.

"I wasn't finished," he smiles widely.

"Well, what can I say? I'm a sucker for that hat," you tease.

His grin only widens as he stares down at you, pulling you into a hug before he can even think of it. His arms wrapped tightly around you make your heart rate speed up to a dangerous level.

"You promise we're okay? Maybe we should talk again when you're sobered up-"

"I'm fine," you lie.

Rafe reaches up and cups your face in his hands, staring down at you intently. You stare back, unable to break away from his gorgeous blue eyes.

"Good, because I've got something to tell you."

Rafe watches as your lips part, wanting to question him but unable to find the right words. He smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before he continues.

"I love you, too," he whispers.

You blink rapidly at him, trying to figure out if he really just said those words to you. You shake your head and squirm out of his grasp, taking a deep breath as you look at him.

"You mean that?" you ask him.

"Yeah," he nods, swallowing nervously, "It took me half the day to realize it, but the thought of you down here with JJ literally made me want to kill him. And I'm sorry that I haven't realized it sooner. I was just scared of my feelings, I guess, and I just thought if I pushed you away-"

"You don't have to explain," you stop him, "I just can't believe you feel the same way about me."

"Who wouldn't? Topper informed me today that I happen to be the luckiest guy to walk the face of the earth because I'm loved by you. And I guess, I don't know, it made me recognize my feelings."

You smile, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him. He hugs you back without thinking twice, pulling you close and breathing you in. After a second, you pull away, and feel him tilt your chin up to meet his eyes.

"I don't know, I'm feeling pretty damn lucky right now," you whisper.

Before either of you know it, he places his lips gently on yours. His hands move themselves to your cheeks once again, pulling you closer to him. You both can hear Topper and Kelce hooting and hollering from yards away, which makes you laugh against Rafe's lips.

"I regret bringing them," he says against your lips, laughing along with you.

"You should," you agree, standing on your tip-toes and kissing him one more time.

"Can I take you home, now? Please?" he asks, voice impatient.

You bite your lip and nod, allowing him to give you one last kiss before he brings a hand down to yours, wrapping his fingers through it. He turns you toward the boys, the oh-so happy boys, and leads you away.

Away from the beer. Away from JJ. Toward your future, together.

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