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sweet, sweet superstar 💚🥂

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[horrorartsworld]

Hey!! A mutual just sent me your fic "A manspreading man" and gosh,,,definitely one of the best steamy Alastor x reader I've read 😩❤ If you're okay with it, could I request an Alastor x shy!reader where a cozy night when neither of them can sleep so they stay up, maybe having tea together too but, they end up getting steamy with each other?,, 😳 Love your work!! ❤❤

𝓉𝑒𝒶 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒹

alastor/shy f!reader

warnings: smut w/ a lil fluffies. pet names. kind of primal alastor. p in v. fingering. dub con. not proofread.

aww thank you nonnie baby!! tbh manspreading man was one of my favorites to write so i’m very glad to hear that you liked it so much to request something this lovely & spicy 🤭 got me going back to my roots with writing for al lol, i hope u enjoy <3

For some odd reason you couldn’t fall asleep. Not that the noises of constant terrors outside and the old sounds of the hotel didn’t have you usually sleeping like a baby it’s just that tonight of all nights seemed different.

Having you tossing and turning like a flopping fish, moments of just staring at the empty ceiling, or throwing a pillow over your face in hopes that you might suffocate yourself to sleep, but none of those seemed to help your ongoing sleep deprivation.

Finally after the last toss you turned you end up throwing yourself out of bed with a huff and your feet seem to oddly enough lead you to none of than Alastor’s quarters right across from your room. The door being slightly cracked enough to let you peak inside, hearing the inviting soft crackly of a jazz record playing and seeing the flicker of a candle going on an end table. Though it seemed very inviting you couldn’t help the sudden nervousness you felt wash over you when you went to approach the door, hugging the blanket you dragged along the way for some kind of support in this. Since you did have a crush on the deer fellow after all and everytime he would come around you would loose all your senses and look like an utter idiot when you’d scurry away from him to save face. In which you were completely committed to doing right now until the door suddenly swung open and you were met with Alastor’s elegantly tall stature.

“Oh!- Well hello my dear..” He speaks surprised to see you standing there holding your blanket in hand, hearing the static in his voice instantly turning your cheeks pink. “What brings you to my door at this hour.?”

You shift on your feet fiddling with your hands in the blanket before speaking, “m’ sorry a-alastor i-i just couldn’t sleep..i’ll be going now..” Your eyes trained on the buttons of his blazer, never meeting his gaze in knowing you’d blush more if you did while you spoke, quickly turning on your heel to make your way back to your room though his clawed hand grabbed your wrist before you could completely make your getaway.

Then you were pulled back to face him, his other hand coming up to your chin to make you look up at him, your cheeks instantly warming up more like you knew they would. “Can’t sleep? You poor thing..I actually have quite the remedy for such things..” He hums, then suddenly letting go of you to grab something from a cupboard leaving you standing there in his doorway.

After a second or two he turns his head to see you standing there sheepishly earning a soft chuckle from him. “Come sit dear..it’ll just be a moment.” He says nodding over to an antique arm chair that sat next to an intricate round table with a matching chair on the other side to go with it.

You shimmy yourself over to it making yourself comfortable on the chair, seeming to feel a bit more relaxed now that you were seated. Alastor then comes to sit down across from you holding two warm teacups that you were sure he used his demon magic to conjure to a certain temp, gesturing it out to you to take. “It’s Chamomile Tea…should do the trick for your sleeplessness..” He says taking his own sip before you did, letting the cup warm up your hands until you tasted it yourself feeling instantly at ease when it went down your throat.

“Wow…that’s good! Thank you Al!” You say with a soft hum and a smile causing Alastor’s smile to look more gentle though something was silently brewing behind those mischievous dial eyes.

“My pleasure my dear…my pleasure indeed..” He takes another sip as there’s a long pause between the two of you. Seeing his gaze over the rim of the cup had wandered down your chest to your hips in an indiscreet way, making your breath slightly falter at the sight.

“S-so…what’re you doing up so late as well?” Your gentle voice hardly above a whisper when you stammer out the question.

“Well I hardly ever sleep..too much to do..and too many folks out there trying to put my head on a mount..” He says nonchalantly in which you nod knowing this was very true with his background, but it was hard to even focus on a simple conversation like this one when his gaze continued its improper cycle along your body.

“Um A-alastor?” You tilt your head down trying to catch his eyes in attempt at getting his attention back by making him realize what he was doing though he already was very much aware what he was doing.

“Hmm? Oh sorry dear, it’s just that…fuck..” He unexpectedly cruses causing your thighs to staple shut when a warmth radiates through your core. Your eyes widening at his outburst, taking note that his chest was rising and falling rather quickly. “W-what’s the matter?” You mutter out confused, big doe eyes searching for some kind of answer on his unreadable face.

A tension brews as a low crackly chuckle escapes from his lips, “You like me don’t you little fawn?”

The unexpected question making a lump form in your throat. Why was he asking this? Were you that obvious? “Going quiet on me now?” His voice rippling through your thoughts with a sense of mocking in his tone. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of darling…” He trails off then getting up from his chair with a creak from its old legs, rounding the small table to come and tower over you, microphone buzzing when he sets it beside him as he leaned into you very close with ether hands at the sides of you clutching the arms of your chair. “..I’m quite fond of you myself..” He husks, his once static voice turning to his normal one as he leaned into your ear to utter those words.

“Y-you are?” You manage to find your voice again, feeling as if the chamomile tea had already kicked in and you were in a surreal dream.

“Mmm yess..” He practically purrs while he toys with the hem of your sleep shorts before riding it up so he can peer down at your plush thighs that were trembling so desperately to try and keep them sealed shut. Then thumbing over the sensitive flesh there he forces them open with his claws digging into them so he could hoist you up and wrap your legs around his hips to bring you to bed and once he has you there he lays you down with him on top but keeping your legs secured around him. “..Feel how much i yearn for you,” he says almost like a question as you then feel him grind his hard on into your clothed warmth. Your face burning as you nod. “Good girl..Shall I show you what I want to do to you?” once more nodding your head he can’t help the low growl admitting from the back of his throat when he slides a finger under the hem of your shorts and pulls them down towards the floor, primal eyes locking onto the wetness of your panties. The sight making his smile enlarged.

“My, My...so soaked just from that?” He couldn’t help but tease, in one single motion ripping your panties off, discarding them just like the shorts.

A low humming buzz is heard when Alastor gets a full view of your needy slick. Pretty pussy, all puffy and red, begging for a good fuck. You couldn’t help instinctively attempt at closing your legs once more with how vulnerable you were infront of him, but he holds them open forcefully with his hands. “Sweetheart..no need to shy away from me…i’m gonna make you feel so good..” you whimper softly just by those cooed words alone, along with the two fingers that were now invading your entrance. The sensation making your body shake as he did it without warning, moving in slow in and out strokes with his fingers, making wet sloshy noises with the air with your hushed whimpers. His fingers feeling like they were so far inside that they’ve reached max capacity…Was his fingers always this long?

“Al-al!..” You whine breathlessly, an all too familiar feeling stirring beneath your tummy with your cunt clenching around his fingers, but he immediately stops just before you could fully come undone.

“Not yet...” He hums with a knowing smile, gently patting your cheek with the other hand. You pout at this though that was quickly replaced when his fingers come in contact with his mouth, softly slurping up the left slick on his fingers, before he crashes his lips on yours, long tongue invading your space making you taste the tangy yet neutral flavor of your own arousal, all while your hips rut against his own in hopes to get that feeling back of your lost euphoria.

Finally getting the hint from your movements he pulls back and takes out his cock, tantalizing tapping it against your aching slit before fully pressing it into your already awaiting pussy. A loud enough cry following with his cock stretching you out with it’s full enough size, reaching much farther lengths then his fingers did. “Such a snug little thing you are,” He hisses while rutting into you, your body bouncing and recoiling with every thrust.

Your head falls back into the mattress, mumbling curses under your breath as the feeling was driving you mad, making him chuckle as you seem to squeeze him in tighter. “You like that..the way my cock just goes in…and out..” He groans as he emphasizes the in and out part by going slow and hard, his cock hitting the wall of your cervix even when he goes slow. “Hey..let me see those pretty fucked out eyes..” he growls lowly, “Atta girl..,” his finger leaning your chin down to look at him, the sight of him so sinful it almost made you come undone on the spot.

His ears flat amongst his head, eyes low and focused and his lip curled almost in a smirk with sweat lining his forehead. You wanted that imagine burned in your brain, which you couldn’t help but admit in your slur of babbles passing from your lips, which only made him fuck you even harder. “Mphmm, yeah? Burned in your brain huh..? That can be arranged..” He snickers genuinely considering haunting you with this imagine from time to time just to make you squirm.

Soon enough, the tightening of your tummy comes back once more and your walls contracts around Alastor’s cock harder then you’d expect. The cum creaming down his cock and dripping onto his sheets beneath you though his pace and speed never lets up. If anything it becomes more impactful as he works up his own orgasm, with you feeling overly sensitive.

His claws dig into your hips as his own snaps ferociously against yours and your post-cumming expression floating in your big eyes was enough to have him over the edge. “I’m gonna make you feel nice and full okay sweetheart?” He seethes out as his hips sputter and he spills his load into your spent little womb.

Slowly pulling out and away, he makes a towel appear in his hand to help you clean up. A soft whimper making its way out at the hollowness you now felt inside, but you were starting to feel sleepy with a small yawn coming after your whimper. “That’s it’s darling…you can sleep now..” He then tucks you under the covers gently with a soft kiss to your forehead seeing your eyes fluttering gently into slumber, completely spent with the workout he just gave you.

After he cleans himself and gets dressed he walks over to the abounded teacups eyeing his own carefully, when he realizes in the murky brew that he accidentally spiked his own somehow, chuckling at his own mix up that ether way seemed to do the trick for your tiresome night.

“No wonder the tea’s gone cold..”

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Omg I would love a Jamie Tartt x reader where the readers ex boyfriend was a footballer maybe a goalie and Jamie has to play against him in a match. I know it’s very vague but I’d love to see what you’d do! No pressure!! :))

I loved this request! Hope I did it justice

would hit him in a heartbeat now

You do not have a thing for footballers you swear. It just happens. You’ve been in exactly three and a half relationships, and only one of them was not a footballer.

He was a coach.

Anyway.

You would describe your type as lovable asshole, but your friends would leave out the lovable. Because of that, none of your splits have been exactly… amicable. Well, that’s not true. Your situationship had been sweet but wrong timing, and though it hurt, there were no hard feelings. 

Really, you were both in your late teens and he was scouted early on, so it was never going to work out. You always keep up with his career though, a part of you secretly cheering him on even if he plays against your boyfriend’s team. From time to time, you think about texting him to see if he has the same number, but the next day you see him splashed in a tabloid, making out with Keeley Jones, so you leave it. 

Six months later, you’re in a relationship with a West Ham goalie named Aleksander.

Seven months after that, he’s broken your heart by telling you you weren’t the right material for a footballer’s girlfriend.

Over text.

While you are at an away game.

Against AFC Richmond.

Eight minutes later you turn off the part of your brain that cares, dig out Jamie Tartt’s old number, and write, hey! not sure if this is still your number, but I’ll be at your game today and wanted to wish you luck. - the original number 9.

Your house number had been 9 when you first met Jamie. He’d write you notes addressed to 9. For example:

9 -

Meet me at our spot at 8?

10 <3

(He called himself a 10/10).

Ten hours later, you are sitting across from Jamie in a pub, laughing about growing up and whatever, all thoughts of Aleksander firmly gone from your head. 

He asks you out after flirting for eleven days.

—

You and Jamie have a certain level of comfortability that comes with knowing someone for so long. Neither of you feel like you have to pretend. You just live with each other, and it is the best. 

You’re on your fifth date, and second one at his house when, as you get up to go, he catches your hand and says, “Stay,” in a voice made gravelly by kisses.

You let him pull you back on the couch, and you do.

You end up staying a lot.

You’re together for a year, when, sitting on that same couch, Jamie says, “Playin’ West Ham next week.”

The marker in your hand slips from where you were coloring his tattoo. “What?”

“We go against West Ham next week. Wanna come?” Jamie asks, oblivious.

You trace the design on his right forearm. “I do, it’s just- Aleksander’s gonna be there. As their goalie. And I’d rather not be there to hear what he has to say to me.” You look up at Jamie. “It’s not because I don’t want to be there for you. It’s that- well, he, he always has things to say about his exes. And it’s not kind. I don’t really think I can handle it right now, you know?”

Jamie looks at you thoughtfully and nods, slipping his hand into yours. 

“D’you want to stay here while I’m gone? ’Stead of hanging around your flatmate. Might be nice to have a break.”

You smile, squeeze his hand and reply, “Sure!” grateful that he’s not pushing it.

Jamie grins back. “Good, I hate coming home to an empty house. Always hearing sounds like there’s ghosts or some shit.”

You laugh and shove his arm playfully. “And here I thought you were being completely selfless.”

—

It’s the day of the West Ham game. You’ve stolen one of Jamie’s jerseys from his closet and are on the couch with the largest bowl of popcorn known to mankind. You’re a little nervous to see Aleksander on the screen, but it’s overshadowed by your excitement to see Jamie play.

A quarter into the game, Jamie starts making his move. The team gets the ball near the goal, he shoots and-

He’s blocked by Aleksander.

Aleksander goes up to Jamie, and from your screen you see him ask a question and then make a lewd gesture.

Jamie’s face goes bright red and in an instant, Colin is holding him back from hitting Aleksander.

You see Jamie be pulled away, then watch him jog over to the coaches. Here’s what you don’t see:

“Permission to be a prick, coach,” Jamie says, still seeing red. How dare that dickhead say something so disgusting about you.

“Fuck no,” Roy says in a tone that says no arguing. 

“Coach,” Jamie says, because he’s never been one for self-preservation, “if you don’t tell me to be a prick, I’m going to be one all by meself, so I really think it’s better if you just give me permission.”

Ted, Beard, and Roy look at each other. Ted nods. “Alright Jamie, if you think that’s best then I guess, uh,” he holds up his middle finger behind his jacket. Roy and Beard follow suit, and Jamie smiles.

The game’s back on and you watch Jamie get going again. He kicks the ball and it hits Aleksander in the worst possible spot.

“Ooh!” You cover your mouth with your hands. That looks like an accident, but you know it’s not. There was a closeup of Jamie, and you can see that glint in his eye. He’s being a little prick.

He goes up to Aleksander to “check on him,” and whispers something in his ear. Aleksander, still doubled over in pain, nods. Jamie slaps him on the back a little too forcefully, then swaggers away, tongue out. 

You’re going to ask him about it when he gets home.

—

Richmond loses, and when Jamie walks into his house you’re on him in a moment. His hands are tangled in your hair and you’re tugging on his shirt and it’s not till three hours later, as you’re laying in bed playing with his hair, that he says, “I don’t regret it.”

It takes you a moment. “What?”

Jamie’s laying on top of you so he pushes himself up a bit to meet your eyes. “I don’t regret kicking that ball into that dickhead’s dick. I just wish I could have kicked him harder.”

“What happened out there, Jaim? You were mad-mad.”

He shakes his head slightly. “What do you think? That fuckin prick asked me a dirty question about you, and I lost it. Didn’t care about the game anymore. Didn’t want him to think he could fuckin get away with it.”

He looks so distraught and sincere that you can’t help it, you have to kiss that look off his face.

“I love you, Jamie Tartt,” you whisper. His face turns devilish.

“Mind showing me just how much?” he asks and you dissolve in a fit of giggles as he begins to pepper kisses along your neck.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt #ted lasso

[calzone-d]

Only You (Ted Lasso x Fem!Reader)

Pairing: Ted Lasso x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Ted have a moment in a closet at Roy and Keeley’s wedding.

Warnings: feelings, handjob/oral sex (m receiving), sassy (she is a warning of her own)

Word Count: 3.2k

a/n: i’m back! i’ve missed being active on here and writing, so i’m really excited to get this one posted. my requests are OPEN, so send things in! let me know what you want to see and i’ll either write it into a fic or do some headcanons or we can just talk!

You can find my masterlist here.

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It was a warm, sunny Saturday. The perfect day for Roy and Keeley’s wedding. You spent all morning helping Keeley get ready, and by the time she walked down the aisle she was buzzing with excitement. The morning had gone by in a blur, and it wasn’t until right before the ceremony you were able to check your phone.

Ted: Everything going okay?

Y/N: Yeah! We’re almost ready. See you in a few ;)

You and Ted’s friendship had slowly become flirty and more physical over the past few months. Nothing too extreme, but he now greeted you with a smile and a hug in the mornings. When he walked you home after your nights at the pub with him and Beard, a soft kiss on the cheek came after his goodbyes. Your favorite part, though, were the kisses that you now shared during your weekly post-match movie nights.

What started out as a soft peck had now become the occasional make-out session. Other than Sassy, you knew Ted’s sexual experience had been somewhat limited. With that in mind, and his most recent drama with his ex wife, you didn’t want to push him too far too soon. After being his best friend for so long, you’d started developing feelings for him. What you imagined would be the best hookup of your life, wasn’t worth sabotaging your chance of being with him.

You let out a content sigh as you breathed in Ted’s scent. He smelled like laundry detergent, and you could smell the light notes of his cologne from where your face was pressed to his shoulder. He’d chosen a rom-com for this week's post-match movie night.

The couple on scene held each other in a dramatic embrace before partaking in an even more dramatic kiss. Rom-coms weren’t your forté, but you loved hearing Ted ramble about them. Ted’s arm tightened around you while he watched as if he were scared you were going to get up and leave. You slowly lifted an arm from its place tucked between you to drape over his stomach. Ted relaxed even more under your touch as you lightly grabbed at the fabric of his shirt, just reminding him you were there.

As the ending unfolded you didn’t pay much attention, until you heard Ted speaking your name.

“Y/N?”

You tilted your head to look at him, not wanting to move from where you were now halfway in his lap. His face was so close to yours that you could smell the wine on his breath from dinner.

You heard him speak, “Do you want to watch another one? If not I can go-“

“No! None of that, it’s late and you’re buzzed.. You can stay here tonight. You know I don’t mind..”, your eyes were glued to his as he trailed off.

Instead of a response you just got a soft hum. Not that it mattered, you were too busy taking in his features anyway. Your eyes traced from his freckles, to his perfectly pointed nose, and when you reached his lips it’s like a switch flipped in his mind. The hand resting on your shoulder came up to stroke your hair, as it often did, but after a few seconds it moved around to cup your cheek.

You heard him gulp before stuttering, “Can I.. kiss you?”. His eyes slowly searched yours as you responded, “Please.”

Your eyes fluttered closed as he pressed his lips to yours. After a few seconds you both pulled away, hearts racing, and went right back in without missing a beat. As you kissed he held you tight, arms holding onto you in such a gentle Ted-like manner. When he pulled away, your breathing had picked up and your cheeks were flushed, and you could only giggle as you pushed your face back into Ted’s shoulder.

That became a weekly thing. When one of you had a particularly stressful week, when something good happened, when something bad happened. At movie nights and outside the Crown & Anchor after Beard went home. In your office at the club long after everyone had gone home.

Neither of you talked about it. Ted was worried you just wanted to hookup, like Sassy. For you, his feelings were legitimate and the idea of being shot down actually hurt. You were worried he didn’t feel the same, or maybe had legitimate feelings for her. After all, you did hear about his failed attempt at asking her out a few months back. Luckily she hadn’t come around since, and you were hoping it would stay that way.

You and Ted told each other just about everything, and you knew if he’d seen her since, he’d tell you. Deep down, you just hoped the next time she dropped in, she wouldn’t spend the night with Ted.

Your fears were put up to bat as you lined up at the altar. There she was, sitting towards the back by herself. Surprisingly, Keeley didn’t ask her to be part of the bridal party. Since Roy only asked Ted and Beard to be his groomsmen, she felt she should keep it small as well. The smirk Sassy wore made you feel uneasy. As if you knew what her end goal was.

Across the altar, your eyes moved to where Ted stood, and to your surprise he was already staring at you. His cheeks flushed when you caught him, but his smile matched yours.

After the ceremony everyone headed to the reception. It was glamorous, perfect for Keeley. Once everyone gave their speeches you snuck away to the bar. The feeling of a warm hand against your back made you jump.

“Hi angel”, you knew that voice anywhere.

You spun around to see Ted there, hair neatly combed, mustache freshly trimmed. He must’ve noticed your admiration when his cheeks blushed once again.

“Hi, Ted. Dance floor get too busy for you?”, he chuckled at your response.

“Right on, LeBron. You know me, just busting out the dance moves.”, his statement made you both chuckle.

The bartender brought your drink as Ted moved closer to you to get out of the waiter’s way. He didn’t move from where he was pressed to half of your back, though. Instead, he brought a hand up to rest on your hip. As you sipped your drink, his thumb softly stroked where your dress showed your warm skin.

He leaned in to whisper in your ear, “So what’dya say we-“

“Ted!!”, Sassy’s voice was loud as she approached your other side. Ted’s hand didn’t move, if anything he actually held you tighter, which had you smirking into your drink.

“Well, Hi, Sassy.”

“I was wondering if you’d like a guest in your hotel room tonight? You know, like-“

Ted politely cut her off, “I’ll pass, Sassy. But I hope you have a fun night!”

“What?”, she sounded shocked at his opposition.

“No, thank you, Sassy.”, by now you’d ordered another drink as you sat in the middle of a now-awkward conversation.

“But I thought we had a thing going on? Is that not what we do?”, she sounded almost offended.

“We used to, but it’s not the same anymore-“ Ted’s hand lightly squeezed at your hip as he spoke. “I don’t think we need to continue all that, Sassy. But I wish you the best! There’s lots of guys here that would love to-“, although he stayed polite her expression was one of annoyance and possibly disbelief.

“You know what? That’s fine, Ted-“ she glanced at you as she cut him a clearly fake smile, “You two have a good night.”

You and Ted stayed silent as she walked away, and both let out a sigh of relief the second she was gone.

Ted let out a whistle, “Well that was-“

“Yeah”, you chuckled with him.

“Didn’t want a night with Sassy Smurf?”, you tried acting nonchalant but you were eager to hear what he had to say.

Ted glanced down to where his hand was still holding you before responding, “You know, uh- I don’t- I’m not really interested in that anymore.”

“No?”

“Somethin’ else I’d rather do with my night”, his smile was bright as you began to grin.

“Oh? And what’s that?”, you teased.

His eyes darted around the room before he leaned in, his breath hot on your ear, “Lemme show you, darlin’”.

You looked up to meet his mischievous eyes as you bit your lip in excitement.

No words were spoken as Ted led you out of the ballroom and through a hallway, into a small empty office. No words were needed, though. You’d follow Ted wherever.

Your eyes traveled over his figure and how well it filled out his suit while he shut the door, locked it, and pulled the blinds over the small window.

His hands were characteristically stuffed into his pockets as he looked at you with the same admiration.

“Y’look beautiful, y/n.”, you could tell he meant every bit of the word.

“Thank you. So do you.”

“Good for Roy and Keeley, huh?”

“Oh, yeah. It’s been a long time coming.”, you softly mused.

Ted only stared at you as you waited for him to respond.

“What was this for, Ted? Are you feeling okay?”

Ted let out a soft chuckle as he came closer to where you stood against the wall.

“Oh, me? I’m fine as frog’s hair, just needed a minute alone with you.”, his arms opened as he met your figure and you went into them without hesitation. They were strong and intentional in the way they held you to him. He pulled away slightly, but didn’t dare let go of you.

Before you could say another word, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. Both of his hands gently cupped your cheeks and his thumbs softly stroked the skin there.

There was no rush as your lips softly met, parted, and met again. It was slow and deliberate. Every move was calculated. When you breathed in, you could smell so much of him, you thought you’d get a high from it. Your hands grasped the sides of his tuxedo, holding him close. One of your hands moved up to softly stroke the side of his face, and your insides burst into flames at the way it made him sigh into your kiss.

Ted slid a hand to your hip and used the leverage to inch you backwards against the wall. You slid your hands under the coat of his tuxedo rubbing softly at his back and holding him to you. Ted’s lips, more wet now, pressed against the corner of yours as he whispered, “S’this alright?”.

“Mhm”, you hummed in agreement as his lips traveled across your jaw. The hairs of his mustache tickled, but all you could focus on was the warm, wet kisses he began pressing to your skin. It was your turn to let out a sigh as he made his way down your neck and to your collarbones before pausing at your ear.

Sure, you’d kissed before. You’d even had a couple makeout sessions, but it never went this far. This was new, and it had the hot feeling of desire pooling deep inside you.

“Only want you, y’know that?”

If the new sensation of him kissing your neck weren’t enough, the admission of his feelings almost sent you into shock.

Your mouth fell open as he continued to nip and lick at your pulse point.

When you didn’t respond, he stopped and pulled away to meet your eyes.

“Y/n? You okay?”

“Y-yeah I just… Feels good, Teddy..”

You could see him grow more confident from your words. You could feel him grow more needy against your hipbone.

“Can I- should we keep going? We can always-“, you stopped his words by pulling him back in. This time when your lips met his, your tongue darted out to tease the sensitive skin of his lips. You could feel his breath hitch as his head tilted to the side in an effort to return the gesture. The way he held your face felt so protective, like he needed you to know he only wanted you.

You grew hot as you both moved faster, and Ted let out the first moan as you reached a hand around to his lower back and used to pull his hips closer to you. It was unmistakable, how turned on Ted was from the way his bulge was firm against your hip. You pulled his face down to where your lips could ghost across his jaw and over to his ear.

“Can I touch you, love?”

A breathy whimper left Ted’s mouth.

“O-of course, only if you want t- oh..”, his words trailed off into a low moan as you softly cupped his bulge through his dress pants. Ted groaned in your ear, only encouraging you even more. Your fingers lightly stroked his cock and he moved to put a hand against the wall before bringing you in for another deep kiss. His tongue immediately began to search for yours, as if it were some holy grail.

The kiss was sloppy. It was wet, messy, driven by built up tension. You traced the zipper of his pants and toyed with the button, silently asking for permission to continue.

“Y/n.. please, hun. Shit..“

The fabric holding the button to the pants seemed as if it were about to pop off as you undid it. Ted’s cock was hot and heavy tucked into his briefs, and for a split second he stopped kissing you to let his head fall onto your shoulder. His lips lazily skirted across your collarbone before biting hard, causing you to give his cock a squeeze. The moan he let out in response was filthy, needy, almost desperate.

“More, Ted?”

“Shit- yes, honey, yes.”

Ted’s eyelashes mimicked butterflies as they fluttered closed. His head fell backwards once you took him into your hand. There were a million ideas of what you could do with him going through your head, but you knew soon enough someone would come looking for you. You needed to know you’d have the chance for more.

“Ted, wait-“

He immediately stiffened and began moving away from you, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

You softly chuckled at his concern, “No, no.. I just- I don’t want this to be it.. I just want to make sure we’re on the same page because if not then I think we should stop..”

“What page are you on?”

“I don’t want this to be a one time thing, but I don’t want you to think it’s without feelings either. I have feelings feelings for you.. and-“

Ted cut you off with a gentle kiss, “I hear ya, darlin’. I’m there too. Shoot, we can stop here if you want.”

You flashed him a wicked smile as you squeezed him once more and hummed at the soft groan he let out.

“Just wanted to make sure I’d have the chance to do this again, love.”

“You can do this all you- all you want, sweetheart.. mmm”

You’d pulled his cock out from where it was trapped beneath his boxers. Looking down between the two of you, your mouth was practically watering at the sight of it.

Thick, heavy, tall. A pink angry tip, neatly trimmed hair at the base. Practically begging for the slightest touch from you. It seemed so fitting for the man who was currently melting under your touch.

Leaning your head down, you let a drop of spit fall where your hand was stroking him. The sounds it made were crude, but only turned both of you on more. Ted shoved his face into your shoulder as his moans poured from his lips, but the more you touched him, the louder he grew.

“Ted,” You tilted his head up towards yours, “Gotta be quiet, baby. Don’t want anyone hearing you.. Just me.”

Ted let out a needy whimper against your lips, “Only you, only you- mm”

His words were muffled by your lips as you pulled him in for another kiss. Ted kissed you like it was his sole purpose in life. Hands holding you as close as he could, tongue swirling against yours, hips rocking softly into your hand. Your hand pumped his cock at a steady pace, you were desperate to watch him fall apart for you.

“Oh, m’close- fuck”, he groaned as your hand tightened around him before you pushed him away slightly.

Still stroking him, you sank to your knees.

“Baby you don’t have to..”

His words were breathy, and you could tell he was about to finish. Without a second thought, you placed your swollen lips on the top of his cock while your hand stroked the rest of him.

Almost immediately, hot spurts of his cum hit your tongue. You eased the rest of what you could fit into your mouth as Ted rode out his orgasm. Throaty groans left his mouth as his cock pushed deeper into your throat, and his hands had found a home on your head. You let out a moan of your own after swallowing his release, you’d spent many nights imagining having his cock in your mouth. The real experience was better than you imagined.

As Ted came down from his orgasm, you gently pulled your mouth off him. By the reaction he had from the handjob, you weren’t entirely sure he wouldn’t fall to the floor from a little overstimulation. Not that you wouldn’t want to go there later, but not at your best friend’s wedding.

The sound of the doorknob jiggling broke through the muffled conversations outside, and your heart almost fell out of your chest. You scrambled to stand up while Ted attempted to fix his pants.

“That’s not the bathroom!”, you heard from outside the door. Ted’s blown pupils met yours as you both sighed in relief.

No words were spoken as you both calmed your breathing. Ted’s hand slowly raised to move towards your face, “Oh, you’ve got a little uh..” his words trailed off as he swiped a stray drop of cum from your cheek.

You took his thumb in his mouth before he could do anything else with it, and the groan he let out had you wanting to pull him to the floor right now, wedding be damned.

“Darlin’..”, Ted exhaled.

“Hm?”

“Did you mean that?”

“Mean what?”, your eyebrows furrowed as his eyes looked around the room anxiously.

“The part about the uh- the feelings n’all that”, he sounded like he expected you to shoot him down. His shoulders visibly relaxed at the sound of your breathy chuckle.

“Of course, Ted. Meant every bit of it.”, he flashed you a nervous smile as you brought him in for a kiss.

This time when his lips met yours, he held you in a gentle embrace. When he pulled away his fingers smoothed your hair back into place as best as he could.

“M’glad. Been hoping you’d say that for a while.”

“It was hard finding the words, and then with all you’ve had going on.. I’d rather be here as your best friend who loves you than ruin our relationship because I went too far too fast. One question though..”, you spoke as you slowly moved towards the door. Ted followed you and nodded for you to continue.

“You meant it when you told Sassy no more?”, you cocked a flirty eyebrow at him, but he knew your words weren’t just flirty banter.

“Been meanin’ to do it sooner, actually.”

His words brought a hopeful grin to your face as you both snuck your way back into the wedding.

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[babydollmarauders]

SNOW ON THE BEACH — LUKE HUGHES

luke hughes x fem!reader

part of the Midnights Fic List.

summary: in which shy, introverted y/n meets extroverted frat boy Luke and he takes a liking to her, even though everyone thinks they’re an odd match.

specific lyrics: “it’s like snow on the beach, weird but fuckin’ beautiful.”

notes: i really wanted frat boy Luke in order to really have them contrast each other, but i also didn’t wanna take away the hockey element or split up the UMich boys, so… Hockey House is a frat now. also, i don’t think i like this one, i feel like i could’ve done so much better but like halfway through writing this, my brain short-circuited and i couldn’t think of anything.

the library is packed. i should’ve expected it, with it being so close to finals week and all, but it still disappointed me nonetheless.

this was my favorite place to escape and read when my obnoxious dorm-mate had her friends over. it was quiet and usually pretty empty. so i could usually sit and read for a few hours until i was sure none of Alex’s friends were still there. none of them knew how to use an inside voice, and with our dorm just being one big room, they constantly thought that meant i would want to join in on their conversations. which were mainly gossip about the hockey team. so, coming in and finding every space in the library full, ruined my plans. i don’t want to go back to my dorm and be subjected to them debating which UMich hockey player has the cutest smile, so i guess that leaves me with one option; find a seat.

i let loose a sigh and scan the room for who seems to be the quietest. i hate small talk. i find a table with only one person sat at it, a guy with one airpod in and a textbook laid out in front of him, and decide that’s the one. i walk over, fully planning on just motioning to ask if i can sit, but when i come to a stop in front of the table and he doesn’t even look up, i know i’ll have to speak up. i take a deep breath before i let out the quietest ‘excuse me’ known to man. the boy still doesn’t look up from the textbook, and i don’t blame him, he probably didn’t even hear me.

“excuse me.” i say slightly louder. this time the boy finally looks up, but i’m struck on what to say. suddenly, all the mentally rehearsed words have left my mind. this may be the cutest boy i have ever seen.

“can i help you?” his voice is soft. not judgmental or rude like what i would’ve expected from him after i came over and interrupted his studying just to end up staring at him. i shake myself out of my thoughts and give a light nod.

“do you mind if i sit here?” i motion towards a chair diagonal from his. “everywhere else is full.”

the boy nods.

“oh, yeah, go ahead.” i give him a small and grateful smile before depositing myself in the chair. pulling my book and a few highlighters out from my tote bag before hanging it up on the back of my chair. i open my book to where i left off, setting the bookmark on the table. but before i can start reading, the boy speaks up again.

“sorry to interrupt but, you’re reading that for a class?” he asks. for some reason, i take a look at the front cover of my romance novel before talking.

“oh. no. i’m reading this for fun.” i tell him. my voice is quite, my tone soft.

“oh okay. i guess i just assumed you were here to study since everyone else is.” he lets out a breathy chuckle as he shrugs.

“no.” i shake my head before explaining- “i’m here to get away from my dorm-mate and her friends. they’re too loud for me to focus and they keep trying to get me to weigh in on their debates.”

“what are they debating?” he asks.

“well, when i left it was which Wolverines hockey player has the cutest smile.” i tell him, rolling my eyes.

“and who did you say?” he seems curious, and almost amused.

“no one.” i shrug. “i don’t know what any of them look like.”

he lets out a quiet laugh.

“well you know what one of them looks like now.” he says. my brows form a v and i’m about to ask him to clarify but then it hits me. oh. he’s a hockey player.

“oh.” is my awkward response.

“i’m Luke Hughes.” he smiles at me. well, i have my answer for the next debate now.

“i’m y/n.” i tell him. “nice to meet you.”

“you too.” he finally looks back down at his textbook, and i’m relieved to be free of any more small talk.

the next hour or so passes by silently, and i manage to finish the last 75 pages of my book without any interruptions. i close my book, and put my stuff back in my tote bag, at the same time that an alarm goes off on Luke’s phone. he turns it off and starts packing his stuff up as well. we stand simultaneously, and he sends me a quick amused expression. my steps to the exit are slow, and Luke falls in line with me, slowing his steps to match mine.

“my frat is having a party on Friday, you should come. collect some more data for the next debate.” he smirks, and i rack my brain for a nice way to say that i don’t do parties.

“i’m not really a party person.” i say.

“then what kind of person are you?” he asks. his eyes fall down my body before he looks back up to my face.

“um, the reading type, i guess? i don’t really like doing the whole people thing.” i confess. he nods in understanding.

“well, if you change your mind, come. and if you need to escape your dorm again, i’ll be here tomorrow, same time.” he winks before splitting off, walking the opposite direction as me.

my entire walk to my dorm, i rethink every word we shared, wondering if i sounded stupid. i mean, i would assume not because he didn’t seem put off by me, but who knows, maybe he’s just a good actor. he was really cute though, gosh i hope i didn’t unknowingly embarrass myself.

opening the door to my dorm, i’m disappointed to see that Alex and her friends are still here. they don’t usually hang out this long on a wednesday evening. and i have to hold back an eye roll when i realize that it doesn’t sound they’ve changed their topic of conversation at all since i’ve left. logically, i’m sure it has and they just circled back onto this topic, but i honestly wouldn’t be surprised if it was all they were talking about the past couple hours.

“y/n! you didn’t answer before you left, so please, settle this for us!” one of them, Jess, says as she spots me. “which UMich hockey player has the best smile? i say Ethan Edwards, Alex says Rutger McGroarty, and Becca says Mark Estapa!”

my mind wanders back to the boy i was conversing with not too long ago and before i can think twice, i blurt out- “Luke Hughes.”

“you think so?” Becca asks “i feel like he rarely ever smiles. it’s so hard to get one out of him.”

“really?” i ask. they must be exaggerating, he smiled at me earlier. although, i think he was just being friendly.

“yeah! i have a class with him this semester and i swear he frowned at me when i tried to introduce myself. i mean, he’s still hot, but still.” Becca replies, shrugging.

“oh.” i say. what does that mean? if he wasn’t friendly to her when they met, then why would he smile and be friendly with me?

“oooh y/n is blushing! i think she likes him!” Alex coos.

“i don’t like him.” i turn away, letting my hair fall in front of me to hide my apparently pink cheeks. i set my tote bag on my desk chair and slip my shoes off before taking a seat on my bed.

“i think she does!” Jess joins in on the teasing, and now i’m regretting having left the solitude of the library. “a bit of an odd match, you two.”

i’m not sure whether i should be offended by her statement or not, but for some reason i am. i don’t plan on dating him, but hearing her say we wouldn’t match together makes me feel insulted.

“what is that supposed to mean?” i retort.

“she didn’t mean anything by it.” Alex defends her friend. “she’s just saying, Luke is an extrovert, he likes to party and let loose, he has a lot of friends. and you’re… the opposite. i don’t think i’ve seen you go out once in the entire school year that we’ve shared a room. you keep to yourself. like, we’ve been trying to include you so that you’re not lonely, but you always say you’re going to the library. you and Luke just don’t seem like you’d fit together.”

“i didn’t ask you to include me. i like being alone. people are draining.” i say. i don’t like their pity on me. it’s not like i don’t have friends. i do. we’re just all introverted and our hangouts between classes is enough social interaction for us. we don’t care for going out partying on weekends or anything. if we do want to hang out on the weekend, we’ll usually do a movie night at Casey and Ellie’s apartment. but the way Alex explains it makes my life sound pitiful, and it makes me defensive, so before i can stop myself, i speak again. “and for your information, i’m going to a party on friday.”

the trio gasps, as though this information is scandalous.

“oh my god, are you going the party at Hockey House?” Becca asks. ‘hockey house’, the nickname for the frat house in which most of the UMich hockey players live. the frat is comprised solely of hockey players, so i guess the nickname makes sense. “for Luke?”

“yes, i’m going to the party. but no, not for Luke.” i tell them. why did i say i was going to that party? i hate parties. i even already told Luke so.

**

friday evening has come, and i can’t even back out of going to the party because Alex, Becca, and Jess have decided we should carpool together. so now i’m stuck in this commitment.

when Becca and Jess arrive to pick Alex and i up, i become aware that i’m the only one not wearing a dress or skirt of some kind. instead i’m dressed casual, in jeans and a tank top, paired with an oversized cardigan to keep me protected from the evening breeze. but it’s too late to change now.

arriving to the party is a hassle on its own, with the girls fussing over whether they look good enough to bag a hockey player, and having a hard time finding a parking spot. and when we finally walk into the party, i immediately want to leave. music is blasting from multiple speakers, everyone is holding a stereotypical red solo cup, and the house is packed. i’m quickly forgotten about by the other girls, them walking off to get drinks and stop to have conversations with a few of the hockey guys. i still don’t actually know any of the players names, besides Luke.

i scan the room, but i’m not entirely sure what i’m looking for. or who. all my friends are probably laying in bed right now. before i can even figure out who i’m looking for, i hear my name being called.

“y/n!” i turn my head towards the voice and find a guy from my ‘intro to business’ class coming towards me. i think his name is Dylan, but it seems like everyone just calls him Duke. “never seen you at a party before!”

“yeah, it’s not usually my scene.” i tell him with an awkward smile.

“i figured. you give me more of the ‘reading in my room’ vibes.” he laughs.

“am i that obvious?” i joke. he laughs again and nods.

“you look pretty out of place. let me introduce you to some of my friends.” he takes ahold of my wrist and pulls me towards a group of guys in the kitchen. i’m immediately uncomfortable, they all seem intimidating, and i’m not great around boys. we get closer to the group and Duke begins to introduce me. “guys, this is-”

“y/n! you came!” i look over to see Luke, and i can’t help the smile that breaks out on my face when i see his wide grin. he slings an arm around my shoulders, and Duke’s jaw drops.

“THIS is the y/n you’ve been talking about? the one from the library?” Duke asks. i can feel my face heating up. he’s been talking about me? i hope he’s not saying anything bad about me.

“yup. this is my future girlfriend.” Luke exclaims, and i choke on my own spit.

what?! we barely know anything about each other! all i know is his name is Luke, he has the prettiest smile i’ve ever seen, and he plays hockey. pretty sure all he knows about me is my name and that i have an annoying roommate.

“hm. an odd match.” Duke ponders. there’s that phrase again! but now seeing Luke in his natural habitat, partying and joking with friends, and even just him being so confident, i can’t help but wonder if Duke and the girls are right. Luke and i do seem to contrast each other.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” Luke asks defensively.

“hey, i’m not saying that’s a bad thing!” Duke rebuts. “you guys are just kinda… opposites of each other.”

“opposites attract.” Luke shrugs. i’m kind of confused. does my opinion matter? Luke seems pretty confident that i like him back.

“uh, Luke.” i speak up. he looks down at me where i’m still tucked into his side. “we don’t really know anything about each other.”

“when you know, you know.” he shrugs.

**5 YEARS LATER**

i stare up at my now husband from my seat beside him with watery eyes and a soft smile.

“and i told her, ‘when you know, you know.’” he looks back down at me from his standing position. “and i knew. from the first time we met, i knew this would be the girl i spend the rest of my life with.”

everyone in the reception hall claps as Luke ends his speech. he gives me a soft kiss on the cheek before whispering in my ear.

“you got this, baby.” his hand clasps my shaky one and gives it a quick tight squeeze. i take one big deep breath and stand up, i hate public speaking, but i wrote my speech and i will read it.

“i didn’t know. well, at least not as quick as Luke.” a few people chuckle at that. “but what i do know, is that i went to my first party for him. which spoke volumes for me. and i thought he had the most amazing smile to ever exist.”

i look down at Luke and see the grin spread across his face.

“look, there it is!” i point to him as i look back at the reception hall full of our friends and family and everyone laughs. “i still think it’s the best smile, but i might be biased now. when we started dating, we had people calling us an odd match, i even had a friend compare us to ‘snow on the beach.’ she said we were ‘weird but beautiful.’”

“i used to think it was an insult, but now i look back and realize, our friends were right, we are an odd match.” i look back at Luke and now it’s my turn to smile. he takes ahold of my hand, squeezing it as a few tears roll down my cheeks. i finish my speech while maintaining eye contact with him. “but i like our differences, we balance each other out, and i can’t imagine what my life would be like if i hadn’t liked your confidence so much that night. i’m so grateful that i get to spend the rest of my life calling myself your wife.”

Luke stands, winding his arms around my waist and pulling me in for a sweet, slow kiss. i can hear everyone clapping, and someone lets out a loud “WOOO!”

i can distinctly tell that was Jack, and it makes me interrupt the kiss with a giggle. Luke just takes that chance to pull back and pepper my face in pecks. blood rushes to my face at the thought of our family and friends watching him do this, but he doesn’t care. his confidence is a constant, no room for embarrassment.

yeah, maybe my friend was right; Luke and i are like snow on the beach. at first glance, we’re an unlikely duo, different in a lot of ways, but we make a great couple and our love is beautiful.

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[ittybittyhogan]

George Weasley Imagine

Pairing: George Weasley x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: None

Word count: 545

Description: I can't come up with a good description for this, it's just fluff

This is a slightly edited version of a George Weasley story by I Dream in Color, so if you like this story you should go check out their blog.

Since the day they had met, George and [Y/N] knew that they were going to be stuck within each other’s lives for a long time–what they hadn’t estimated was that they’d be living under the same roof, in the same room, with matching rings, and a vow. Funny how fate worked, wasn’t it?

But they weren’t complaining–in fact, they were far from it. They were doves in love, always joined at the hip and making one another smile. Their days were always filled with happiness and surprises, giggles and grins, especially when it came to the topic of their unborn child.

“[Y/N], you should really take it easy,” George raised a concerned eyebrow at the rounded woman behind the cash register, “You don’t need to overwork yourself before the baby arrives.”

“So you want me to take more breaks?” the woman questioned, smiling.

George snorted. “Well, you are supposed to be on maternity leave… why do I have to order you to take breaks anyway?”

“Because I’m an amazing, hard-working woman and you love me,” [Y/N] chuckled, sitting back behind the counter and resting her chin on her smooth palms. George rolled his eyes as he maneuvered his way to a tall shelf, scanning it scrupulously.

“Hey, [Y/N],” he called over his shoulder, “Would you bring me the box of Skiving Snackboxes?”

Stretching and reclining even more into her chair, [Y/N] replied nonchalantly, “Sorry, darling, but I’m on my break.” She winked slyly at him as he rolled his eyes at her once more.

“Oh, how could I forget?” George grunted, making his way around the counter to where both [Y/N] and the boxed merchandise were. As though asking for forgiveness, [Y/N] stopped him with a sweet kiss to the nose, smiling pleasantly. Unable to resist her, George couldn’t help but beam back, enveloping her within a loose embrace.

“Do you think I’ll be a good dad?”

His question made her giggle suddenly, pulling away just a tad to gaze at him fully. “Oh no–is the confident George Weasley doubting himself?” she gasped mockingly, eyes gleaming teasingly as George shook his head, amused. “If anything, I should be the one whose worry levels are higher than yours–I’ve heard so many horror stories about giving birth! One from Mrs. Godfrey that always comes in, Hermione, my mother–oh, and don’t even get me started on your mum!” [Y/N] finished with a laugh.

“My mum?” George raised an eyebrow, scoffing in disbelief.

“Yes! All of them concerning you–how she knew the instant you came out that you were going to be a troublemaker–”

George groaned in exasperation. “Really? Mum told you scary stories about childbirth? Meaning me? Unbelievable.”

“She still loves you though,” [Y/N] offered good-naturedly.

“Ah, yes, how could she not?”

[Y/N] stuck out her tongue. He stuck his out in return. They both laughed for a moment until George slid his hand to rest onto the center of her inflating stomach. “Just always know that I’ll be with you every step of the way,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to hers softly.

“And I with you, my dear,” his beautiful wife whispered in response before he placed a tender kiss of pure adoration onto her lips.

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[musings-of-a-rose]

Hey! I had this fic request idea and I thought I’d come to you because your Frankie is my favourite Frankie. It’s about Frankie and his really young daughter on a plane journey for the first time. Maybe Frankie has not long divorced his previous wife and is moving across the country to live near Pope and the Millers with his daughter. His daughter gets all irritable and cries quite a bit on the plane and reader notices he can’t settle her and she goes over and helps him. I imagine her sitting a few rows away, hears some passengers complaining about the crying, Frankie getting increasingly irritable and embarrassed and then, noticing a spare seat next to him, she goes and sits there. They leave each other at the bag collection but then they end up in the same town afterwards and romance ensues after meeting again. Thanks!! 😊

Finding Love at 30k Feet

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Word Count: 1700+

Rating: This is pure fluff but my blog is rated Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: None, except for Frankie fluff. But I’ll post my typical warning here. Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: I’m so sorry it’s taken me this long to get to your ask! I’m working through them now and this one I couldn’t get out of my head. It’s such a fluffy prompt!

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“Sssshhh I know, mija, I know. But you have to be quiet on the plane,” Frankie whispers to his daughter for what he knows is the millionth time, but she keeps on wailing, her tiny, barely 1 year old body showing all signs of being upset.

He knows the people on the plane are upset. He can hear them all talking about “that man with the baby that won’t shut up.” But he doesn’t know what else to do - he’s tried feeding her, giving her her favorite comfort toys, distracting her with new things, checked her diaper, all of it. It has to be her ears, right? But there wasn’t much he could do for that. 

Feeling helpless, he smiles apologetically at the people sitting in the row across from him who peeked over the edge of their magazine to give him nasty looks. They retreat back into their magazine, whispering unfriendly things as his daughter continues to wail.

���Can he not control his child?”

The woman across the aisle from me speaks, barely above a whisper, as she turns around, glaring daggers towards the seat where I’m assuming the crying child sits.

I understand why people get upset, but kids on planes happens and their little ears are physically not equipped to handle it. Her words are not the only unkind ones I’ve heard since the crying started, making me lose more faith in humanity at a rapid pace.

I wonder if the dad needs help. I’d noticed the handsome man as he walked past me in the aisle, his little girl happily babbling away in his arms.

“Someone should shut that kid up.” I glance up at her and she meets my eyes, smiling at me as if waiting for me to agree. 

“I think that a little compassion goes a long way.” The smile disappears from her face and she turns to her husband next to her, no doubt grumbling about what I’d just said.

Closing my book, I stow it in my bag, kicking it back under the seat in front of me before unbuckling my seatbelt. I turn, looking back a few rows and I see the blue baseball cap the dad was wearing as it bobs up and down in the seat, leaning towards and away from the kid.

I stand, stretching for a second before heading back and stopping at his row, looking down at the little girl who’s face now nearly matches the red on her shirt as tears and snot leak down her face. 

“Ssshhh, mija. We’ll be there soon, I promise.”

He seems to feel me standing there and before I can say anything, he turns his face to me and I suddenly can’t speak. I didn’t get a really good look at him before, the patches in his beard on prominent display under the most gorgeous Romanesque nose I’ve seen. But that’s nothing compared to his eyes, deep brown and expressive as fuck, except now they’re narrowing at me the longer I stand here not saying anything, completely captivated by him.

“Look, I’m trying to calm her down but she’s just a baby,” he gestures towards his daughter.

Say something, idiot. Don’t just stand there.

“I- that’s not-”

“I know it sucks being on a plane with a crying baby and I’m trying but this is all new to her and nothing I do works.”

“That’s…why I’m here.” His eyes bore into mine, gearing up for another defensive statement, but I cut him off. “Do you need some help? Or a break? I’d be happy to sit with you both if it will help her?”

His mouth hangs open, absolutely floored at my offer.

“You..wanna help?”

“Yeah. My ears suck on planes too so I know she has to be feeling it.”

He studies me for a moment, trying to see if I was messing with him. Satisfied with what he saw, he turns to his daughter in the middle seat and picks her up, placing her in his lap as he scoots into the seat. He gestures towards the aisle seat and I sit, feeling the angry woman from my row give me a look as I do.

“Frankie. This is Aria.” Frankie holds his hand out to me and I shake it, telling him my name.

“”But you can call me Poppy.”

“Poppy?”

“Yeah. My mother is a florist and they’re her favorite. But my dad didn’t want to give me a flower name for whatever reason.”

It was then that Aria seemed to sense someone new, her little eyes popping open from where they had been clenched shut in crying mode. They were nearly a carbon copy of her father’s, deep, dark, and expressive. 

“Hi Aria!” I immediately launch into my baby routine, quickly pulling some laughs and giggles from her. 

Frankie’s jaw hits the floor as he watches our interactions, which quickly moved on to snack sharing, which Frankie said she rarely does. He tells me he was in Delta Force where he learned how to fly helicopters, and how he had divorced his wife a few months ago after finding her in bed with her lawyer boss. He was granted full custody and approval to move closer to his Delta Force friends, Benny, Santi, Will, and Tom, which is what brought them on this flight. 

“Aria hardly ever saw her mom, anyway. It was always me with her and occasionally her grandma or a couple of babysitters Aria liked.”

“I’m sorry you’re having such a crappy year.”

Frankie shakes his head. “It’s not that bad. Well, I mean it seemed like it at the time, but honestly, Lucy and I were already split long before this. Moving closer to my friends, my brothers was an easy choice. I can’t wait for Aria to meet them. And I’ll be closer to my mom, who can’t wait to get ahold of this one.” Frankie tickles Aria’s side and she squeals with laughter.

I had grabbed my backpack long ago after Frankie invited me to stay with him and Aria, especially Aria when she saw me pulling out my plane snacks. Food was apparently the way into her heart. Something I could relate to.

We made our final descent, waiting for everyone to disembark before we did, Aria finally falling asleep once the plane had landed. Seeing her sleeping all cuddled up on Frankie really hits a girl in the feels and I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to see them outside of a plane or airport. 

We make it to baggage claim and I help Frankie gather up his bags, gently placing Aria in her stroller and tucking a blanket around her that he’d pulled from her diaper bag. 

“Thank you so much for all of your help. I’m not sure I would’ve made it.”

I smile, tucking some hair behind my ear. “It was nothing.”

“It wasn’t nothing to me. Or to Aria. I can tell she really likes you.”

“She’s a good kid. Smart as a whip - just like her dad.”

He smiles, a chuckle escaping him and it’s like the whole room lights up with it. I would do anything to see that man smile everyday for the rest of forever. But before either of us can say anything, a loud voice sounds from somewhere behind me.

“FISH!!”

A tall man with sandy blonde hair and light blue eyes bounds up to Frankie, giving him a bear hug of sorts before listening to Frankie shush him, gesturing towards Aria in the stroller. 

2 more men join the group, a shorter man with olive skin and salt and pepper hair speaks to Frankie in rapid Spanish, and another man with blonde hair and blue eyes, probably brothers with the first blonde. They’re all chatting and talking over each other, giving Frankie hugs and pats on the back while taking turns to admire Aria. I slowly turn, grabbing the handle of my suitcase as I head towards the elevator that would take me to the rental cars. While I stand there, I glance back at the group of men, all of them smiling and laughing, Frankie’s the brightest smile of them all. He catches my eye just as the elevator doors open and all I can manage is a smile and a wink before I’m pushed forward by the small crowd.

As I settle into my hotel room that night, my apartment not quite ready for me after the previous tenants moved out, I think about Frankie and I hope he and Aria can have a great fresh start here. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little sad at the thought of never seeing them again. 

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2 months later, I’m across town at a farmer’s market I’d been meaning to try out. Walking through the rows and rows of crafts and goods, I sample nearly everything I can, taking in the lovely day, sunshine streaming through the shady trees. Moving here had been a great idea, getting away from everything in the city. 

Turning the corner to start down the next row of vendors, I run smack into someone, shifting my cup of hot chocolate away so it spills on the ground and not on whomever I just slammed into.

“I am so sorry!” My eyes linger on my hot chocolate, making sure the sloshing was dying down.

“Poppy?”

I’d know that voice anywhere.

My eyes snap up and there’s Frankie, all broad shoulders and big eyes staring at me, a look of disbelief on his face.

“You probably don’t remember me, but I was the one with the kid on the plane that wouldn’t stop crying?”

“I know. Of course I remember you, Frankie! How are you? How’s Aria?”

“Good, good. She’s over on the playground with Santi now.” He points his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of a small playground where I can just see the shorter man from the airport chasing her around. 

“She looks happy.”

“She is.”

He’s still looking at me, like he can’t quite believe that I’m here.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to Aria-”

“Do you want to go to dinner with me?”

What?

“What?”

He’s nervous, shifting from foot to foot. “I mean, you don’t have to. Why would you? I’m just..it’s ok. Just..you can forget it. I don’t know what-”

“Frankie,” I reach out and place my hand on his forearm giving it a squeeze. “I would love to go to dinner with you.”

2 years later, we tie the knot. 

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[marvel-and-mischief]

❄️ December Writing Challenge ❄️

Day 15. Matching Pyjamas

Pairing: Richard Alonso Muñoz x GN!Reader Words: 754 Warnings: none!

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“Do you think this is cute?” Richard turned the catalogue that had been placed in his mailbox this morning towards you, a nervous frown creasing his features. You lower the book you were reading, a collection of Emily Dickinson poems, to peer at the page he held open. There were two beautiful models leaning towards each other, mistletoe dangling above their heads as they held a small gift between them. Their bodies were twisted uncomfortably towards the camera to display the clothes they were selling; a pair of matching button-up pyjamas in festive red with gold lining.

“Couples pyjamas?” you asked, glancing questioningly at Richard. He gave a half shrug, cheeks dusting pink in embarrassment as he fumbled with the pages of the catalogue. 

“It was a thought, never mind,” Richard mumbled almost incoherently but you heard enough to know he was deflecting from his true feelings. You noticed that with Richard. He was sometimes too afraid to say exactly what he felt. Instead he tested the waters, threw out a suggestion, making out it was only half a thought. But you knew him. And you knew he wanted couples pyjamas.

“I’ll make us a tea,” you suggested, patting his knee comfortingly on your way to the kitchen. You made sure you weren’t observed when you typed the catalogues website into your phone and searched for a pyjama set.

-

Neither you nor Richard wanted to make a big deal out of Christmas this year. You both had a couple of days off and you’d decided to spend it with each other at home, watching holiday movies, eating a wide range of food from both your cultures and settling down in the evenings to play games and read in each others company. 

As soon as you were ready to get into your pyjamas, when the sky was becoming dark and the hot cocoa was at the forefront of your minds, you turned to Richard with a content smile.

“I brought you a new pyjama set. Would you wear it for me tonight?” Richard looked at you in surprise. Already beyond grateful for the presents he’d received this morning he couldn’t believe you’d brought him another gift. 

“You are much too good to me,” he kissed you sweetly, pulling back reluctantly with child-like excitement in his eyes.

“It’s on the bed,” you said, prompting Richard to hurry up the stairs. 

Richard was a careful dresser. He secured every button carefully, tied every lace firmly, positioned collars perfectly. So you knew you had time to ready your final present. You reached over the side of the armchair to retrieve the bag you’d secretly placed there a few days before, pulling out the pyjamas you’d brought that matched the ones Richard was changing into upstairs. They weren’t the exact pyjamas he’d seen in the catalogue a couple of weeks ago but they were just as festive. The fabric was good quality cotton, a shade of light grey adorned with red berries and green holly leaves with a silver lining running along the edges of the collar, cuffs and down the front where pearl white buttons sat. The trousers were the same pattern with a red drawstring waist, the bottoms folded over and sewn. It was a beautiful set that you hoped Richard would love. 

You got changed and sat on the couch until you heard his tentative footsteps walking down the stairs. Your heart thumped with both excitement and apprehension. Your breath caught in your throat when Richard turned the corner, his hands nervously flattening the front of the pyjama top over his belly as he looked to you for approval. He was adorable in the pyjamas; the top button was low enough you could see some chest hairs poking over the top, he was walking slightly on the bottoms of the pyjama legs but he’d folded over the sleeves to free his hands. You walked over to hold his hands, giggling softly at how you two must look; silly, but completely in love.

Richard leaned forward to kiss you, underestimating the distance and landing a peck on your nose instead. You didn’t mind, there would be plenty of time this evening for as many kisses as you both wanted.

“Thank you,” he said sincerely with a wobbly smile. You took his face in your hands, your thumbs rubbing soothing circles into his cheeks.

“It’s my pleasure,” you replied, receiving a toothy grin. “Anyway, I think we look cute.”

Richard nodded, pulling you into a hug.

“We do.”

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[astradis]

hi!

I've always been fascinated with match-ups, so here is my request for one!

please call me 'X' as it is my nickname!

I'm a minor :) 13-15. please keep the match up to this age range as well :)

I use they/it but he/him is also okay. I'm an quoiromantic. I have a hard time trying to distinguish platonic and romantic love. I'm also agender :) (for anything related to what genders I'm attracted to, it's all of them.)

I'm an intp, i'm introverted, I'm mostly open-minded and I like to try new things, but not with food. I don't like emotions, they are very hard for me to understand and I just don't like them ig.

short brown hair, very wavy, green eyes and pale skin.

I like writing, it's my favorite way to express myself!

if it matters; I have autism, and I think an eating disorder? I don't eat for a week and then eat the kitchen so-

thanks :)

- X

TW before you read this ask- there’s mention of an ED, so if that topic triggers you, do not continue reading. thank you!

x, you two would literally be so adorable together it’s insane. don’t worry about if the two of you consider yourself a couple or not, because he’s okay with anything you decide!

DUSTIN HENDERSON

stop bc- he would literally love you to death. at first, he would probably have trouble understanding the concept of the way you feel about relationships. i think for a while you’d act like an informer, answering any questions he has about you being quoiromantic. the more you describe it, the more he feels like he might be the same. in a way, you helped him put a word to a feeling, and he’s so grateful you did.

in the times you feel down, he’d try his best to be a comedian for you. he would learn a lot about the things you like so that he could talk about them with you and be the best dustin he can be. he’s SO happy he met you, because when you two are together, he doesn’t feel the need to put a label on your relationship. best friends, dating, close friends- none of that matters to him when he’s with you. when you both figure out what you want with each other, you still don’t label it, happily accepting the fact you two are simply… you.

he would love reading your stuff. if you ever write poems, sometimes he’ll try to analyze them and figure out the meanings. he takes a hand at it and is.. predictably not very good, but you admire his attempts! it’s cute!

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You and Dustin sat on your couch, watching the newest movie out. The two of you sat a bit away, Dustin sort of spread out and you sitting on the arm of the chair with a pillow on your lap. Dustin looked your way, but then back at the movie. This kept happening throughout and it started to bother you, so you just paused it and asked him what was up.

“It’s nothing…” He shrugged, very clearly lying. He was a terrible liar, in your head you thought he should just stop trying to lie.

“Yeah, well… It clearly isn’t nothing,” you mentioned quietly, holding the pillow a bit tighter as you felt your stomach bubble with anxiety. Did you do anything wrong? “Um, you can just tell me. We’re us, remember?”

“Yeah… we are us. Okay, I’ll tell you.” He sat up straight. “Uh… this is really embarrassing.”

“Just say it,” you insisted.

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?” He spoke quickly, just straight up letting it out. Your eyes widened and you looked away, thinking of a response.

“Well… that’s none of your business,” you responded, your heart beating faster. “Have you?”

“No…” He quietly admitted. “Do you.. want to kiss… anyone?”

You loosened up a little, letting out a laugh at the reply, putting the pillow to your side and moving toward him. You placed a peck on his cheek, leaving him motionless. It’s safe to say that question has been answered.

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[itsapeterthing]

Her Hand || Bucky Barnes

pairing: 40’s!bucky barnes x rogers!reader

summary: after months of keeping your relationship a secret, your brother steve finds out and bucky has an important question to ask him

a/n: another addition to my bucky x rogers!reader collection because i simply could not get them off of my mind last week and i also love bucky and steve’s friendship with all my heart

word count: 2.5k

warnings: quick fight, none

masterlist || request || taglist

1941

You and Bucky had been seeing each other behind your brother’s back for months. You were shocked you both had gone on for so long without Steve finding out considering how neither of you could keep your hands off of each other. Whether it was sneaking kisses when your brother wasn’t looking or holding hands under tables- you needed each other like you needed air.

Despite the fact that Bucky was his best friend, you knew the moment your brother found out everything would change. Steve was nothing if not overprotective of you since the deaths of your parents and his own struggles growing up. He just wanted what was best for you and you knew that, but sometimes the lines were blurred on what that was- especially when it would come to dating... and dating Bucky no less.

So, not wanting to risk your brother’s rage and his friendship with Bucky, the two of you had been keeping your relationship a secret. You knew eventually you would have to tell him, but you both were in such romantic bliss that you told yourself that was a future problem.

You had first told yourself that ten months ago and the future was bound to catch up.

“Buck, you need to go.” You giggled against his lips before pressing yours against his once again. “He’s gonna wake up.”

“C’mon Y/n.” Bucky chuckled, gripping your waist tighter and pulling you closer to him. “He sleeps like a rock. Just let me in, hmm? Just for one night?”

“Shh!” You hushed him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re not stepping into my room while my brother’s home without a ring on this finger, mister. You understand me Barnes?”

“Doll,” He groaned, throwing his head back which just made you laugh harder. “You know I’ve got a plan- you just gotta be patient, Y/n- trust me.”

Lacing your fingers into his hair, you laughed against his lips.

“Shush, James. You’re gonna wake him up!” You whispered. “You gotta head home.”

“If you insist. One more kiss?” He asked.

“One more.”

Pressing your lips against his, you couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, both of you laughing out of pure bliss. 

Pulling yourself away, you opened your eyes and turned your head to the side only to be met with the sight of your brother standing in the doorway of your apartment.

Eyes growing wide and heart thumping in your chest, you and Bucky jumped away from each other, you pushing him behind you.

“Steve, I can explain.” You pleaded, holding your hands out in front of you.

Watching as his hands balled into fists at his sides, you knew you weren’t going to be getting out of this one easily.

“You better have a damn good explanation.” He said, firmly.

“Steve, I-” Bucky attempted to speak up, moving from his spot behind you to be by your side.

“You can have every girl in this city, Buck, and you just have to go after my sister too?” Steve asked in disgust, cutting off his friend.

Glancing from your brother to his friend, catching a sadness you had never seen before in his eyes, you shook your head.

“Stevie it’s not like that-”

“It’s always like that, Y/n!” Your brother shouted, turning his attention back to you while pointing an accusing finger at Bucky. “You don’t know what he’s like! He takes out a different girl every day and I used to turn my head, but God damn it! My sister too?”

You and Bucky had always known that there wouldn’t be a necessarily positive reaction from your brother when you first told him, but standing in the midst of the situation now you both wished you could escape to seconds before.

A part of you felt so guilty you wished you had told him earlier.

Maybe his reaction wouldn’t have been so bad.

“Steve, I- I don’t do that anymore.” Bucky said, his voice faltering. “I know that I’ve done stuff like that in the past, but it’s over for me now. I care about your sister, Steve. I love her.”

Rather than relax at his friend’s confession of love, you watched as your brother took a deep, long, shaky breath.

“How long has this been going on?” He asked.

“Steve-” You attempted to ease him.

“I said ‘how long has this been going on!’” He shouted this time.

“Ten months.” Bucky confessed calmly from beside you.

It happened so quickly that you couldn’t stop it.

Rather than shout once again, seeing red, you watched as Steve threw himself at Bucky, shoving him to ground and climbing on top of him.

“Oh my God!” You shouted in shock, wrapping your arms around your brother’s torso to pull him off of your lover. “Steve, get off of him!”

Rather than let go, your brother pulled the collar of Bucky’s shirt, shoving him against the floor.

“Ten months!” Steve shouted. “You’ve been seeing my sister for ten fucking months and you didn’t say anything? She’s not something that you can just mess around with-”

Throwing a punch to his best friend’s face, Bucky cursing in pain but not moving to throw Steve off of him, you found the strength to tug Steve hard enough to pull him off, you both falling to the ground in the process.

“Shit!” Bucky cursed, holding his eye.

Glancing from your brother back to Bucky, you pushed yourself to your feet, making your way to Bucky’s side. You dropped to your knees and attempted to examine his wound before turning back to your brother.

“You know- this is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you.” You told your brother. “I mean, God, Steve you’re so overprotective of me. You get so mad when people think you can’t fight or handle yourself, but you do the same shit to me. I can handle myself! I’ve known Buck just as long as you and I know what he used to be like but it’s not like that anymore, Steve. I know what I’m doing. I’m with Bucky and you can either come to terms with that or... I don’t know... but I’m not leaving him.”

Noticing how your brother’s shoulders began to relax and his fists loosened at his sides, you turned back to Bucky, gently brushing your fingertips against the bruise forming around his eye.

“I should get you some ice.”

Rather than agreeing, Bucky shook his head adamantly.

“No. Leave it doll.” He groaned, moving his hands up to hold his eye once again. “I deserve it.”

Glancing back up at Steve you saw him sigh before reaching his hand out for Bucky to take. Glancing at you and then Steve’s hand, Bucky took it, Steve pulling him to his feet.

An awkward silence hanging between the three of you for a brief moment, Steve was the first to speak up.

“Y/n, can you leave us alone for a few minutes?” Your brother asked.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged standing up. “You gonna try to throw him over the fire escape?”

“Y/n, it’s okay.” Bucky said, pushing himself up to his elbows. “Head inside. I’ll be fine.”

Eyeing Bucky and then your brother, you sighed, shoving past Steve to reach the open door of you and your brother’s shared apartment.

“If I see another bruise on his face, Steve, I sweat to God I’ll kill you.”

And with that you shut the door.

Watching the door slam and his face, Steve sighed, moving to sit on the steps that led up to your apartment, Bucky following behind. 

Groaning as he slowly situated himself beside his friend, Bucky glanced at Steve and sighed.

“I’m sorry for not telling you.” Bucky said, staring out into the dark night in front of him. “I was just afraid of what would happen when you found out. You’re my best friend and I didn’t want you to get so pissed that you never wanted to talk to me again... or never let me talk to her again. I really love your sister though, Steve. This isn’t like the other ones.”

Steve knew without him even saying it that you were different from his past relationships. He had never seen his friend so sincere, so vulnerable. Ten months was far beyond the longest relationship Bucky had ever been in which lasted a total of three weeks. Ten months was a long while for anybody- especially his best friend.

“So uh... ten months huh?” Steve asked, glancing at his friend sat beside him. “That’s a... that’s a long time.”

“Yeah.” Bucky agreed, turning to face Steve. “That’s kinda why I’m glad you know now. There’s something I wanted to talk to you about... if you’re in a good mood anyway. I don’t want a matching shiner.”

Not being able to hold back his laugh, Steve chuckled, nodding his head.

“Go ahead, Buck.”

Although Bucky had run through this conversation since one month into your relationship, as he sat there now next to Steve, he didn’t know if he would actually be able to say it. He had gone through hundreds of different scenarios thousands of times, but choosing the right one in this important moment seemed almost impossible.

His mind drifting to you though, he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. He didn’t want to. In his mind he had already waited long enough.

“I just want to do this right, Steve.” He said, facing his friend, trying his best to sit still and stay calm. “You know, I’ve thought about how I have to do this my whole life- asking the dad and everything- but I don’t know if it’s better or worse that I have to ask my best friend.” Bucky chuckled. “I know your sister can handle herself and everything- she would say that it’s stupid that I’m even asking you and everything- but I love her and I just want to do this right because she’s it for me, pal.”

“What are you saying?” Steve asked.

“I wanna marry her, Steve.” Bucky said finally. “And I don’t want you to think this just came out of nowhere. I’ve known for a while. Ma gave me her ring ‘n everything and I’ve been ready for so long, but I couldn’t do it without telling you and asking you for her hand ‘n all.”

Staring at his friend, eyes growing wide, it hit Steve for the first time just how serious not only Bucky was, but your relationship. You were Steve’s little sister, adopted at an age that he had barely known life without you and Bucky was his best friend- a friendship forged so young that he couldn’t remember not having him by his side. It was hard for Steve to believe the words he was hearing out of Bucky’s mouth.

Not only were you and Bucky in love with each other, but he was ready to devote his life to you.

“Wow, Buck.” Steve exclaimed at a loss for words. “What happened to her being a ‘nosy punk’?”

Chuckling, Bucky shrugged.

“C’mon you know I always had a soft spot for her.” He said. “I don’t know... things changed. I’m sorry for not telling you, pal, I am. I was just scared of losing her ‘cause she’s the best damned thing that ever happened to me.”

Moving his hand to Steve’s shoulder, Bucky gripped it gently.

“I promise I’ll take care of her.” Bucky said sincerely. “As much as she’ll hate it- I’ll do everything I can to protect her. I know I don’t have much, but I’ll give her a good life, Steve. I’m with her until the end and then some. I’ll be haunting her ass as soon as I’m six feet under.”

Not being able to help the laugh that escaped his mouth, Steve chuckled, resting his hand on his friend’s shoulder in return.

“So you really love her?” Steve asked.

“Steve, I’m asking you to let me marry her.” He said. “Of course I love her.”

Removing his hand from his friend’s shoulder, Steve shook his head in disbelief.

“This is a lot to take in, Buck.”

And it was. 

You were his sister and as hard as it was, he would do whatever it took to protect you. He almost couldn't help but feel a part of his heart sink, feeling as though you didn’t need him anymore. But as he stared at his best friend and heard both yours and Bucky’s words replaying in his mind he couldn’t find it in himself to stand between either of the people he cared for most.

The longer Steve thought about it, the more relieved he was that his two favorite people had found their way to each other.

“You promise you’ll take good care of her?” Steve asked, glancing at his friend in the dark night, only the light shining through the window of the apartment highlighting his face.

“I promise, pal.”

Staring straight ahead of him, Steve finally nodded.

“You have my blessing- or whatever it is- to ask her.” Steve said, giving his permission. “It’s her decision, but I’m not gonna stand in your way, Buck. Just don’t forget about your brother-in-law, alright?”

Not being able to help the complete and utter joy he was feeling from the pieces finally coming together in his life, Bucky shook his head, laughing.

“God, ‘brother-in-law’.” Bucky repeated. “This is really happening, huh?”

“I guess so.” Steve smiled, standing to his feet. “Now go plan that proposal and everything. You’ve convinced me, now you just gotta convince her.”

Only chuckling in response, still sitting on his spot on the step, Bucky fiddled with his fingers, basking in the relief of the weight he had been under finally being lifted off of his chest.

Moving towards the door of his apartment, Steve glanced over his shoulder at his best friend.

“Hey Buck?” He called.

“Yeah?”

“For uh...” Steve said, clearing his throat. “For what it’s worth... I’m glad it’s you.”

Not giving him an opportunity to reply, Bucky listened as the door shut behind Steve, leaving Bucky on the steps of your fire escape alone with his thoughts.

Slipping his hand into his pocket Bucky pulled out the ring his mother had given him two months before, twisting it around in his fingers. It took everything in his power at that moment to not knock on the door of your apartment and propose to you right then and there. Instead, he closed his eyes, feeling the cool metal against his skin, planning just the right way to convince his best girl to spend the rest of her life with a lovesick fool like him.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes oneshot #Bucky Barnes drabble #bucky barnes blurb #40s!bucky

[darkorderaf]

somehow always ending up in each other’s presence, even when you don't mean to.... with Cm punk

Of course! Here’s some sassy enemies to friends/lovers with Punk! Hope you like it and thanks for sending in your request!

Pairing: CM Punk x OFC. Prompts: Somehow always ending up in each other’s presence, even when you don't mean to... Rating: T. Warnings/Content: None! Word Count: 1044.

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(I don’t own gif; all credit to stukky!)

The first time it happened, she didn’t think much of it. The aftershow energy had everyone running around like mad, especially because CM Punk had decided to finally make a grand reappearance. There was a nervous, excited energy in the air but all she could think about was how her match would be overlooked because of it. She knew it wasn’t a fair anger but as fatigue began to settle in her tired muscles, it was all that kept her moving. When she tried to find somewhere to go, to sit in silence with the uncomfortable anger in her chest, he was there.

“Your match was good,” Punk told her as he shifted along the railing just outside the arena. Air crisp and cold, enough of a breeze to tossle his hair. He looked at ease. Happy. It just made her angrier. “I watched the whole thing. I’ve seen most of ‘em, actually.”

He smiled at her.

She didn’t return it.

“Wow,” she deadpanned. “A fan? What an honor.”

The door clicked shut behind her.

—

The second time was merely coincidence. The card was massive and with everyone in the same city, it was more likely to run into someone she knew rather than not. Or that’s what she told herself when he was at the same diner she went to grab some coffee. Maybe even a slice of pie. His eyes shifted up from the menu and seemed to light up when he saw her.

Too proud to turn around and leave, too kind to tell the waitress that she didn’t know him when he gestured over to her. She sat awkwardly across from Punk and shifted in the booth to sit on one foot. One cup of coffee and she would split. Her eyes burned into the menu and he watched her.

“Hey,” he called to her. She took a long minute to finally look at him. “Weird seeing you here but sure, it works out. We, uh, didn’t get off on the right foot and I think I get why. Can I get you a coffee or something?”

She eyed him suspiciously from across the table and picked at her cuticles.

“Fine,” she answered and right on cue, the waitress was there with a clean cup and a fresh pot. She offered thanks, then shot Punk a look. She hadn’t really taken the time to look at him. Not really. She had already known that he was handsome but with his attention as fixed on her as it was, she momentarily choked. “The thanks was for her. Not you.”

He grinned at her.

“Geez,” he said with a shake of his head. “I really stepped on your moment, didn’t I? I’d say I’m sorry but…”

His tone lowered and he leaned against his elbows on the table. She raised a brow.

“I’m really, really not that sorry for coming back.”

She bristled and hated the way his grin made her feel funny. Her head felt one way and her heart the other. And there just wasn’t enough time in a day to break that down so she smothered her angry expression. Took a sip of her coffee.

“Maybe I’ll step on yours next time,” she said and felt a smile begin to betray her at the corners of her mouth. “Make it even.”

“Next time, huh?”

Another bitter mouthful of her coffee and she set her cup down. Flustered, she dug into her pocket to fish out some change.

“Don’t count on it, Punk.”

The change clattered as she got up and left. He watched her go with a smug smile and leaned back.

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The third time they met, blood colored the both of them. Him from a dog collar match with the devil himself and her from a street fight with the baddest bitch on the block. The doctor had seen them separately between matches and she had hoped that would have been enough of a buffer.

“Third time’s the charm, huh?”

He looked exhausted as he paused at the doorway to the one empty dressing room she had found. Blood dried around his face, in the cute crinkles at the corners of his eyes. She frowned at him, blood still in her hair.

“Sure, charm’s a word for it,” she said with a sigh as she tightened the wrapping around her knuckles. Ignored the way they seemed to similarly wrap their hands. “Why are you here?”

Punk tapped his knuckles against the wall.

“Didn’t see a name.”

“Didn’t have a marker on me,” she remarked. “I thought you had your own room.”

“I do,” he answered as he settled down heavily on a chair and took in a breath. Maybe the longest breath he had taken all night. He shut his eyes and tipped his head back. “But people go looking for me there and between you and me, I just don’t feel like talking anymore tonight.”

“I…get that,” she hesitated. Then she cleared her throat and winced as she furrowed her busted brow. Her busted lip didn’t fare much better when she tried to smirk. The last time she saw him, they came and went through the city, the arena, like ships in the night. “If we keep meeting like this, I might start thinking you’re trying to get my attention.”

“Maybe I am.”

Punk opened his eyes with a shrug and she stared at him, dark-rimmed eyes wide with shock. She knocked her fist loosely against her jaw and huffed through her nose. She folded her arms and looked away from him, unsure of what she might say if she looked at him.

“What? Why?”

“You’d have to stick around and not run away to find out,” he said as he sat up from his chair and crossed over to her. Held his hand out with bloodied tape on it. That damn grin again. “What do you say?”

“Fine,” she shot back as she leaned forward in her own chair. His infectious grin brewed one of her own and she didn’t care about the way it ached. “This might not be the moment I step in but don’t think I forgot about it.”

She took his hand and he pulled her up.

“I’m counting on that, doll.”

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The North Princess & The Seven Men, Part 2

Summary:  Prince Charles and Prince Curtis tell the men what Charles wants them to do.  Steve is the first.

Pairings:  Steve Rogers X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, first time, oral sex (F/M receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, cream pie, voyeurism (if you squint), implied threesome, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.7k

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“Explain to me again exactly what you’re asking,” Steve Rogers one of the designated speakers tell the two princes.  “I’m not sure I understand.  Do you guys?” he looks amongst the other men that are there to protect you.  

Charles offers him a smug smile, “It’s quite simple really.  I don’t want to teach my wife how to please me.  She’s pure, correct?” the men all nod their head.  There’s no way that anyone could have had their way with you, as your father wanted.  “Then you men take turns and train her for me.”

“This is…” Steve begins, but is abruptly cut off by Lee Bodecker’s southern drawl.

“Absurd.  Unheard of.  What are you playing at?  She’s betrothed to you.”

“Either do it, or the wedding is off,” Charles is overly full of himself.  Slightly irritated that he’s having to even talk the men through this.  “You have a month.  I expect a full report.  And I’ll be able to tell if the little…Dove, you call her?” he looks around the room of men, minus Jake Jensen who is with you at the market, all of them nod.  Little Dove because of your purity, well for a while.  “Right.  Just make sure she’s good and ready to take her husband.  Are we clear?”

Steve’s face looks amongst your guards.  Jensen will follow whatever everyone else decides.  Cautiously all the men nod their head.  They would never want to keep you from your marriage.  They’re doing this all for you…right?

“Thank you, gentleman.  My brother will fetch her when it’s complete,” Charles stands, shaking each of the men’s hands, Curtis following directly behind.  

Once the two princes leave Chris Beck looks to each of the men.  “We don’t know if she’ll even agree to this.  What happens if she doesn’t?”

“She’ll agree to whatever we tell her, because she knows we wouldn’t hurt her,” even though Mike Weiss’s words are sure, his face tells a different story.  “Have any of you guys ever thought about it?  I know I have.  We know Jensen has, he’s told us how he would do it,” random chatter and chuckles fill the room.

“Okay, but we can’t just all pounce on her.  There has to be a form of order.  Some of you are intense with your preferences.  We don’t really need to overwhelm her,” Colin Shea looks mostly at Mike.

“What are you trying to say?” he asks Colin harshly.

“I’m saying you like it rough.  She can’t start off like that,” Colin laughs trying to deescalate the situation.

“I don’t want a virgin anyways,” Mike stands to go grab a drink.  Stopping only to add, “So who gets her first.  Who actually wants to corrupt her?”

The room is silent.  Bucky Barnes glances over at Steve and he sees his eyes have gone glossy, pupils dilated.  “I vote the Captain,” Bucky knows that he would never admit it himself, but he can tell by the movements of his Adam’s apple that bobs quickly.  Not to mention Steve is gentle.

“What happens if she doesn’t agree to this?” Steve asks.  He is worried that she will say no.  None of them offer to answer.  “Let’s just hope for the best then.”

Pacing around the bedroom you think about how odd a request from your future husband this is.  Of course, you want to make him happy, and there could have been worse requests.  You have grown quite fond of each of the men.  At least they would take care of you.  You actually know them.  They promised to take it easy on you.  The only thing you asked was that the order be a surprise.  

The silence in the room is killing you.  You sit on the bed, only to stand back up.  Smoothing out the sheer white lace nightgown.  The material clearly shows the white lace matching bra and panties.  You untie and tie the satin bow back.  You had hoped that this would be what you wore on your wedding night.  With every tick of the clock, you feel your nerves get more aggressive.  Everything about this seems wrong, and yet so right.  Hoping with every part of your being that whoever is first takes it easy on you.

Back into the bathroom you brush your teeth again.  Walking back into the bedroom you take another drink of water.  Your back facing the door, your hands shake around because you just need to rid your body of the nerves.

“You okay, Dove?” you hear the low calm voice of the typically bashful Steve, without even needing to turn around.  “We don’t have to do this,” and Steve wants this more now than anything.  The white thong displaying your pert ass to him.  

“We do if I wish to be married,” you finally turn to meet him.  He inhales a quick breath as soon as his eyes take in your figure.  The nightgown showing off your body perfecly.  “If I didn’t want to do this, I wouldn’t have Stevie.  You promise, to take things slowly?”

“Of course.  It’ll be my pleasure,” his feet carry him closer to you.  Feeling much smaller than you ever have before.  Realizing for the first time the large stature he possesses.  Once he’s standing right in front of you, you lean your head back to look up at him.  His hands slowly slide down your arms, grabbing ahold of your hips, he quickly pulls you flush to his chest.  Releasing a small yelp, he giggles, smiling down at you, “I need you to calm down, and remember to breathe.”

“O-okay,” your voice stutters.  You only thought you were buzzing with nerves before.  Now it feels like your whole body is pulsing so hard Steve can feel it.  Bringing one arm up to your chin, he lifts you face more to him, leaning forward to softly kiss your lips.  His face stays too close to yours, but nothing touches.  “Steve?”

“Yes, Little Dove?” with every syllable you feel his lips push up against yours, and you want him closer to you.

“Kiss me again.”  Steve’s hand glides around your neck, the hand on your hips pull you even closer to him until every part of your front is touching Steve Rogers.  His lips crash into yours.  Peppering kisses onto you until he stills, his tongue tickles around your lips, and you open your mouth, granting him access.  

Needing to feel even closer to him, you card your fingers through his longer locks.  Loving the way, the smooth hair feels running through your digits.  Sliding his hands down your body, he cups your nearly bare ass, lifting you up to him.  At the feeling of his tented pants, you mewl.  “Oh Dove, we’ve barely even got started,” the deepness of his voice makes you choke up, unaware of how with just the sound of a voice could make heat pool in your belly.

His feet walk you over to your bed.  Holding tightly to you while he crawls over the mattress, slowly lowering you down, his knees in between your legs, keeping your thighs spread.  You’re having too much fun having his lips on yours.  Pulling away from your body only to pepper open mouth kisses down your neck.  Adding the tiniest bit of suction to your supple skin, causing you to do something he told you not to.  You stop breathing.  Unable to think properly with how heated your body feels.

“Dovey, I can’t have you passing out on me,” Steve’s fingers untie your top, pulling it aside to get a full view of your breasts.  Cupping and fondling them until his mouth sucks on each nipple.  His tongue circling around until they’re hard and pebbled.  His eyes roll up to look at you, but his lips still trail down your body, and you’re overwhelmed by every touch.

He stands up from the bed fingers slowly unbuttoning his shirt.  Your eyes can’t decide where it wants to look at, constantly changing locations on Steve’s buff body.  Discarding the shirt before unbuttoning his pants, smirking at you nearly drooling over him.  Watching intently when he removes his boxers, his cock finally on full display and you gasp.  “It’s okay, Dovey, you can handle it.”  With the size of him, you’re not sure.  Your body trembles as he approaches the bed.

“H-hold on,” you tell him breathless.  Steve stops his movement.  Adjusting himself to hover over your body.  Resting himself on his forearms his face is right at yours.

“You, okay?”

“I can’t breathe,” you move your head to the side, trying to slow your breathing.  “Is everyone here?” suddenly the thought of everyone hearing and listening makes you nauseous.

“Just Bucky.  He’s downstairs though,” Steve still lingers over you.  His blue green eyes soft as he watches your face.  “Little Dove, we can stop.”

“No, I’m okay,” Steve continues to kiss along your body, lowering his body to the bottom of the bed.  His body still in between your spread legs, spreading them more to have his broad shoulder in between.  Embarrassed you try to tighten your legs together.  “Uh uh, Dove.  I’ve got to get you ready to take me.”

“Wait, what?” you innocently ask.  Your head raising up to peer down at the smiling Steve.

“I can’t just enter you.  I’ve got to relax you and stretch you out,” his fingers smooth up and down your legs, humming at your covered mound.  His eyes glance to look between you and the wet stained satin.  Lowering his face his lips kiss along the silky material, and you try to think of anything but your ragged breathing.

Sliding his thick fingers up your hips, he hooks them around the elastic.  He plays with the straps before ripping it off your body.  With a big gulp, you watch him smile at your uncovered and weeping cunt.  Driving you even more crazy when he kisses along your thighs, leaving you spread pointing towards the bedroom door.  Bringing his lips closer to your spread lips.  His eyes watch your pussy clench on nothing, pulsing with anticipation.  A slow-moving tongue glides up your slit, and you grasp tightly to Steve’s bulging biceps.  He chuckles a bit, and readjusts your knees to hook on his shoulders.

“Just breathe, Dove,” is the last thing you hear until his lips kiss on your swollen bundle of nerves.  Feelings you have never encountered envelop your body.  Tingles run through your veins with every kiss he plants on there.  Holding his mouth on your clit, he gives a gentle suck.  Your back arches off the bed and you moan wantonly.  

Steve removes his mouth from you, bringing his hand up to your tight hole, he enters one finger.  His mouth slack with the way your walls squeeze his one little finger.  “You’re so tight for me Dovey,” his finger continues pumping into you.  Once your body relaxes again, he adds another finger.  Feeling your own fingers dig into his skin, whimpering at the intense stretch.  The sounds you make cause his cock to twitch.  Watching your face contort with every move he makes inside of you.

Listening to the squelching sounds of his fingers pumping into you, he changes to scissoring inside of you, stretching your walls.  Leaning back down to work his tongue on your clit your body writhes around.  The build up nearly too much.  Panting out, “St-st-steve,” over and over again, until the dam breaks free and a high you had never experienced rushes through your body.  

Steve removes his fingers and laps up your juices, “You ready princess?” he asks.  Your body is barely functioning, but you nod slowly with half lidded eyes.  Pulling himself up your body, he places his thick cock up your folds.  Running himself through your slick, and even this feels amazing.

“I don’t think…this isn’t how you do it,” you slightly giggle.

“I know.  Just relax.  I want to make you feel good,” he continues his motions.  Leaning back up to look at you, “Wanna taste?”

“What?” you choke out.  Eyes owlish, and nearly blacked over with how dilated your pupils are.

“You would look so pretty with my cock stuffed in your mouth,” nodding at him, he crawls up your body.  Thick muscular thighs on either side of your head, and you tilt up slightly to kitten lick his tip.  Tasting your tangy arousal, and his precum.  “Open up, Dove.”  

Opening your mouth, you let him ease his cock in.  Staring up at him, his body stiffens.  “Oh fuck.  You can’t look at me with those innocent doe eyes like that.  I’m going to cum in your mouth.  It’s my job to stretch you out.”  He can’t handle anymore.  Your tongue barely able to wet his dick.  

Moving his body back in between your legs, he rubs his tip along your little bundle of nerves before slapping his cock against you.  The quick jolts of your body has him even more excited.  “I’m gonna go slow, okay?” you nod, holding tightly onto his biceps.  Sliding his tip through your walls, you freeze, body stiff, as tears sting your eyes.  “Relax,” his voice grunts out.  You try, you really do, but your body is just tense.  Feeling every centimeter of his cock while it slowly slides in.

The tears escape your eyes with the pain of his girth stretching you out.  “I’m sorry, Dovey.  You can take it though.  I’m only halfway.”

“Steve,” you whimper.  “I’m okay,” with your reassurance, he sinks into you faster until he bottoms out.  Holding his position, he kisses away your tears.  “Such a good girl for me.  You’re doing so well princess.”

“I’m glad it was you.”  You and Steve have always been close.  He was always so calm, and ready to uplift you if you were feeling down.  “Okay, you can…” unable to finish your sentence, because Steve removes himself completely, before sinking back in.  Hurting more this time than the first.  

Wanting to distract you as he slowly pumps into your tight cunt, his lips kiss along yours.  Even though your eyebrows are furrowed you return the kiss, needing the diversion, and Steve’s kisses are delicious.  His soft pouty lips innocently peck against yours.  Innocent despite the intimacy of his body inside of yours.

Soon the pain turns more into a pleasure.  Your mind engulfed in everything that Steve is doing to your body.  “You stretch around me perfectly,” your fingernails grip tightly into Steve’s back, creating crescent shapes in his skin, holding on tighter when he speeds up.  “Need you to cum on my cock.  I feel you getting close.  Go on princess.  Need it.”  

His fingers wind down your body, quickly squeezing your nipple before coasting down to your swollen clit.  Creating small circles on your pearl that match his thrusts.  Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him down closer to you.  Breathing onto one another until you whine in ecstasy, squeezing him so tightly he cums as well.  Spurting deep into your velvety walls, and you nearly orgasm again as he fills you up.  

Leaning up to look down at your sweat laden face, Steve smiles at your first-time glow.  No matter what happens between the two of you, no one can take this away from you and him.  He will always be your first.  Your eyes heavy, you start to drift into a beautiful peaceful sleep.  Bucky stands, neither one of you realizing when he had even entered, “You see fireworks, Dove?”

“Uh huh,” you answer, eyes still closed.

“Want me to wash you up?” you finally open your eyes looking at him.  “No sex.  Just want you to feel special.  Afterwards we can all cuddle, okay?”

“Okay, Buck,” Steve removes his body from you.  Watching intently as his cum and your blood fall out. With a quick hum at what he’s seeing you tilt up. Heat flushes your cheeks with embarrassment. Tears prickle your eyes.

“Dovey that’s normal. My cock stretched that tight little cunt of yours out. Don’t cry,” his fingers wipe away your tears.

“You promise?” you shakily ask him. Gasping for breath.

“Promise. Let Bucky take care of you, and I’ll clean up in here.”

His body fully pulls off of you, collapsing on the bed, panting up at the ceiling.  His hand rests low on his stomach.  You figured eventually there would be a team effort between these two.  There wasn’t much they didn’t do together.  Bucky lifts you up bridal style, and you feel more of Steve’s and yours cum drip out of you.  “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.  I knew it would happen,” he nuzzles his stubbled face onto your heated skin.  Walking into the bathroom where he had drawn a bath for you.  He lowers you down slowly, and you hiss at the warmth touching your sensitive pussy.  Relaxing only when your body adjusts to the intrusion.  Bucky shushes you, rubbing a washcloth gently on your sticky skin.  His cybernetic arm rubs across your face, the cool metal cooling you.  “Our sweet girl.  You’ve done so well.  No one will touch you for a couple of days, okay?”

“Okay, Bucky.  Thank you.”

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Behind His Back

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harry lewis x fem!reader

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Yours and Cal’s laughter reached the spot that the other guys had picked for filming long before the two of you did, poking and chasing each other as you barrelled through the doors. Cal was joining in on some game that they were filming for moresidemen and he’d dragged you along so you could sit off camera and poke fun at all eight of them.

As soon as you’d fallen into the venue, a bright smile had stretched across Harry’s face. Seeing you as happy and full of life as you were made him impossibly happy, as soppy as it sounded. All he wanted was to wander over and pull you into his arms, maybe surprise you so you let out that funny squeal you did whenever she shocked you.

But he couldn’t.

Although he’d never said it, it was sort of an unwritten rule of Cal’s that you were off limits for any of his friends. Maybe that made it all the more exciting, sneaking around behind your best friend’s back. You knew that it wouldn’t end well, it would either end in heartbreak between you and Harry or anger from Cal. Neither was an outcome you wanted, but one of them was bound to be inevitable.

Ethan had noticed Harry staring at you and was prepared to embarrass his best friend, not knowing that he was one of the only people that knew the truth about yours and Harry’s relationship. “Gonna go give your girlfriend a smooch, Bog?”, Ethan asked, grin as bright as ever as he shoved Harry playfully in your direction.

You and Harry both froze, eyes wide in surprise and fear. The humour drained out of Ethan’s face as he watched yours and Harry’s reactions and a tense atmosphere immediately fell over the group. Even the camera crew looked awkward.

You could see Harry desperately trying to conjure up some sort of excuse for what Ethan had just said. Ethan looked like he would do just about anything to retract his words. But what was said was said and you just had to deal with the consequences.

“What the fuck is he on about?”, Cal asked, voice harsh and angry. His eyes were fixed on Harry, practically pinning him to the spot. “Harry. What the fuck is Ethan on about?”.

“Look, mate-”, Harry started, words getting caught in his throat.

“How could you?”, Freezy spat, voice like venom. He turned to you, looking at you like you’d just taken a knife to his back. “And you?”.

“Don’t be mad at her, Cal”, Harry pleaded, voice desperate.

“I’ll be mad at whoever the fuck I wanna be mad at!”, Cal shouted, making Harry jump and sending a wave of anger coursing through your veins.

“You know what, no”, you started, leaving Cal’s side of the room and walking to stand in between the two of them. “You have no right to be mad. We’re adults. We don’t answer to you. I don’t answer to you”, you stressed.

You could tell that the others in the room had no idea what to do. Guilt was written all over Ethan’s face and varying levels of worry and awkwardness seemed to be spread throughout the rest of the guys. Everyone was following the discussion like a ball in a tennis match.

“I live with him and you’re my best friend, I’m kind of involved in this!”, Cal exclaimed. You mumbled something under your breath that neither Cal or Harry heard, but it only seemed to antagonise Cal more. “What?”, he demanded.

“I’m just saying, last time I checked, it’s not you sneaking me into your apartment, but whatever”, you commented casually.

“Y/N”, Harry warned from behind you, taking a few steps closer to you.

“I’m not going to pick between my best friend and my boyfriend!”, you cemented. “If you’re going to make me pick, you’re making the decision for me”, you told Cal, a finger pointed towards him. “And it won’t go in your favour”, you cautioned.

“You’d pick Harry over me?”, Cal asked, looking genuinely offended. “I’ve known you since we were 12”, he reminded you.

“I love him”, you said, voice suddenly small and shy. “And if you don’t want any part of that, then I don’t know what to tell you”, you shrugged before turning your back and walking out of the venue.

Harry stood stock still. Everything in his body was telling him to chase after you, tell you that he felt the same way, but he couldn’t get his body to move. The shock of Cal finding out and then you telling everyone that you loved him, it left him paralysed.

“Is anyone gonna go after her?”, Vik asked, eyes tearing between Harry and Cal.

“I’ll go”, Harry and Freezy said at the same time.

“She won’t wanna see you right now, mate… In the nicest way possible”, Harry told his friend, leaving him no time to answer before following you out of the venue and finding you a few feet away, sat on a bench.

“Hey”, Harry said, catching your attention. He sat down next to you, forearms resting on his thighs as he leaned forwards. “That could’ve gone better”, he whispered, pulling a sardonic laugh from you.

“You think”, you snorted.

“I love you, too”, Harry blurted, barely giving you time to finish your sentence.

Before you had a chance to say or do anything in response, Cal was stalking away from the venue doors and towards the two of you. “Cal-”, you started.

“Look”, he sighed. “I reacted badly. I shouldn’t have gotten angry, alright”, he huffed. “I was just caught off guard, I had no idea”, he defended.

“That was sort of the point”, you chuckled. “Because we were worried about what you’d say”, you explained. “Or that you’d react like this”.

Harry sat still beside you, always unsure of what to do or say when it came to disagreements between you and Cal, and it was only made worse by the fact that he was in the middle of the situation. He let his hand leave his lap and join yours, squeezing around your fingers supportively.

“Nothing I say is gonna make this go away?”, Cal asked, face pulled with pain.

“No”, you said simply, a sense of finality settling in your voice. “If you love me enough to be worried about Harry hurting me, then you love me enough to let me love Harry”, you told him gently. “And, in the nicest way possible, it really has nothing to do with you”.

Cal sat down next to you, a heavy sigh leaving his chest as he sunk into the bench. “I feel like I should’ve seen this coming”, he complained.

“To be honest, mate, you really are clueless”, Harry chuckled from beside you.

“How long have you been together?”, Cal asked you, looking up at you from his dejected slump.

“Officially, almost three months”, you told Cal.

“Unofficially?”, he asked warily.

“Nearly six”, you admitted.

“How did I not realise?”, Cal groaned, dropping his head against the backrest of the bench. “I can’t believe I missed it”.

“We were really good at hiding it”, Harry shrugged. “It was like mission impossible to be honest, you made everything quite inconvenient”, he jibed, earning him a swat over the head from Cal.

“At least I never heard you shagging”, Cal sighed. His eyes went wide as a silence fell over you and Harry, a smirk threatening to peak through onto your lips. “Are you fucking kidding me!?”, he exclaimed, almost jumping up out of his seat.

“Yeah, none of those one night stands were one night stands”, Harry mumbled as he itched the back of his neck awkwardly. “Sorry, and all”. You could see Cal cringing, knowing that he’d heard his two best friends have sex with each other couldn’t have been a fun thought to have running through his mind.

“If you excuse me, I am off to pour acid into my ears”.

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AND WHATEVER COMES AFTER THAT| K.M.

Pairing: Klaus x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1991 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Klaus has been trying to convince the reader to be with him for years, but has always failed. At the end of one of Elijah's peace parties, Y/n finally gives in.

“For the lady…” Rebecca says with a smile, holding out my glass of wine for me.

“Thank you,” I say, taking the glass in my hand before refocusing my gaze on the dancefloor where the last few people are still keeping up with the silly beat of the current 60’s song. “You’d think they would have given up by now.” I say, laughing softly as I point down to where Hailey and Elijah are dancing, attempting to keep a somewhat respectable distance between them. Rebecca smiles and moves to rest her glass on the banister of the balcony.

“You’d also think he’d have officially made a move by now, but my big brother does things in his own little way.” She tells me, smiling still as her eyes linger for a sweet second on Marcel Gerard who is making quite the show of the way he’s twirling around his date, her dress shifting higher up her thigh with every turn. Rebecca scoffs softly, taking another large sip of her drink.

“He’s not the only one.” I say with a raised brow, her glass making a soft clinking noise against her ring when she grips onto her glass tighter, eyes drawn tight to show me she’s not exactly pleased with my statement.

“I don’t know what you’re implying, Y/N, but I’d remind you to think very carefully about what you’re going to say next,” She says and turns to face me, leaning forward to make sure I could hear her. “You may very well be my dearest friend and my brother may very well be completely smitten with you, but I’m not above kicking your ass.” She tells me and though her words would prompt a serious tone, I catch the little smile that slips onto her lips when our eyes meet.

“I have yet to see you try, Rebecca,” I offer in reply, laughing lightly as she shakes her head. “Besides,” I start, taking a sip of wine before handing her my glass. “I’d have to remind you that you’d be ruining your own clothing in the process.” I tell her as I move to do a slow twirl and she gasps softly, taking in the Audrey Hepburn inspired ensemble, the black dress and gloves being something that Rebecca had kept from her time spent in the actual decade. Her shock sinks into a small grin as she looks me over, eyes lingering on the pearl necklace we brought at a secondhand boutique last week.

“You look perfectly in place,” She tells me and nods towards the hallway behind us. “Maybe you could convince my brother to step out of his hole long enough to save you a dance.” She says and squeezes my arm softly as she passes by me, losing the glasses on her way down the stairs where she calmly clears the last few guest from the dancefloor and out the door, waving quickly as she closes the door of the ballroom behind her.

I smile, the music seeming louder somehow now that I’m alone in here and I find myself almost drifting down the stairs. I hum to myself, dancing towards the drink table. Swaying to the rhythm as I start pilling empty platters and used plates together.

“You missed the party,” I say softly, not stopping what I’m doing as I hear him still on the balcony above. “It was quite the turnout.” I add, stepping back from the table to look up at him, his lips tilting into a lopsided grin when he sees me.

“My apologies, love,” He shrugs eyes darkening as they slowly make their way from my lips downwards, lingering for a second on the pearls around my neck before slipping lower and lower, until he clears his throat softly, meeting my gaze in an instant. “I clearly had no idea what I’d be missing out on.” He tells me, voice low as he pulls a hand through his hair.

“Maybe you should come down here and get a better look.” I offer, tone matching his as I step back even more, slowly making my way to the dancefloor where he meets me in mere seconds, hands carefully resting on my waist as I move slowly to sway to the gentle melody, eyes glued to his as he lets out a soft breath.

“You are…” He starts, moving a hand to carefully take hold of mine. “Ravishing,” He whispers, the sound sending an almost electric shiver down my spine as he lifts my hand to his mouth where he places a delicate kiss to my palm, not once breaking eye contact. “Tell me..” He begins, using his teeth to carefully pull the glove away, holding my bare hand tightly in his own as he leads me into a dance. “Why won’t you be mine, Y/n?” He asks, holding me against him as he dips me backwards slowly, carefully turning us together before pulling me up to be but inches from his face. “Why won’t you let me love you?” He asks, keeping hold of my waist as he turns me around in his arms where he nimbly lifts my hand in the air, removing the other glove as he attentively traces the length of my arm until I can feel his skin against mine, the glove dropping soundlessly to the floor as I tilt my head to the side to see him.

“We’re dangerous together,” I tell him, carelessly letting him guide my hands to where he needs them and numbly allowing him to spin me out and then in before once again coming face to face with him. “We’d hurt each other,” I say, moving with him as we move one step forward and one step back, twirling and then repeating. “You’d hurt me.” I say, momentarily leaning back against him halfway through the twirl.

“I would never,” He offers and pauses as well, risking the loss of the rhythm to touch my cheek and gain my attention. “I could never.” He adds and I turn around in his hold.

“That’s what they always say,” I say and move my hands to his shoulders where I lead him into the same steps as earlier. “They always promise me forever,” He holds my waist delicately. “They never mean it.” I tell him, his eyes darkening as he tries to read my emotions.

“I am not them, my love,” His eyebrows knit together as he looks me over. “I will gladly give you forever and always and whatever comes after that. I love you. I burn for you,” He announces simply and I let out a shaky breath. “Can you truly say that you don’t feel the same? Tell me you don’t feel anything at all for me?” He asks, voice raw as he waits for a reply and I shake my head, dropping my hands to the side when he suddenly released me from his hold, looking to the sky as he shakes his head as well.

“Klaus,” I begin, pulling at the pearls to release the necklace from my neck, it along with the very obvious tension in the room making me feel like I’m suffocating. “I do feel the same. I feel everything and more, but it doesn’t change the fact that I can’t do this. I can’t possibly give you the power to hurt me.” I drop the pearls to the floor as I fold my arms around me, the playlist coming to an abrupt stop when the slow song ends.

“I understand,” He says after a moment, looking around the room, eyes scattering through the mess of dirty glasses and plates and coats that were left behind. “We should probably allow the staff to clean this place,” He tells me and forces a slight smile when our eyes meet. “Give me a moment to retrieve your things from upstairs and I’ll walk you home.”

“You don’t have to do that.” I say, guilt filling my heart as I see the hurt in his eyes that he couldn’t possibly hide from me even if he had attempted to do so.

“I know,” He says, picking up the fallen gloves and carefully handing them to me. “I want to.” He says, giving me a soft wink before walking up the stairs.

I let out a shaky breath as I pick up the pearls as well, folding them into the gloves to keep them safe and before my mind could even process the thought, I’m walking up the stairs, following the sound of his heartbeat that leads me to the room he spent the night in hiding away from the guests.

I use my foot to carefully push open the slightly ajar door, Klaus’s silhouette visible at the end of the room where he pushes handfuls of paintbrushes into cups of water as an overturned painting rests against the dresser.

“I couldn’t leave them uncleaned,” He informs me, my own heartbeat probably giving me away. “I got distracted downstairs is all, completely slipped my mind.”

“It’s okay,” I say and he looks at me quickly to nod before going back to his brushes and I walk to the center of the room, pulling at the string to turn on the light and get a better view of everything. “You were painting?” I ask, now noticing not just the one canvas, but a whole collection of them, all scattered and resting against multiple pieces of furniture.

“I felt remarkably inspired.” He comments shyly and I smile.

“By what?” I ask, mindfully reaching to turn around the largest of the canvases, the one I saw first and I can’t prevent the audible gasp that leaves my lips when I see the beautiful medley of colors that he’s somehow managed to create my face with.

“You.” He answers absentmindedly, shrugging slightly as he waves my coat and purse in the air to show me that he’s found it amongst everything in here. I smile, bending down to take it all in, every brushstroke and color, every piece of himself that he used to create every stroke of me.

“This is beautiful, Klaus.” I laugh softly, holding the hand with the gloves to my heart as a sudden rush of emotions run though me.

“The painting is only as beautiful as the muse who inspired it,” He comments simply, looking at me sweetly. “I don’t think I could ever verbally explain how much you mean to me, how much I care, how much you’ve changed me purely my existing. I don’t think I could ever completely fathom how remarkable you are and how extremely lucky I am that by some strange twist of faith I’ve been lucky enough to know you,” He laughs softly as well, smiling sheepishly as he catches my gaze. “I want to live my life with you, and I’d wait however long it takes for you to feel the same.”

“Forever?” I ask, standing up and placing the gloves onto the dresser beside me. He nods.

“And always.” He adds and I smile, the dreadful and fearful feeling in my stomach slowly dissolving.

“What about just one more minute?” I ask and he tilts his head, smiling as I slowly make my way towards him, pausing only for a second before cupping his face in mine. “Thirty seconds,” I say and he holds onto my arms. “Ten seconds,” I whisper, his forehead against mine. I breathe out slowly, nodding when our eyes meet, silently asking for permission before his lips delicately meet mine. My entire body filling with butterflies as he pulls away and I smile. “Let’s get married…” I say and his chest vibrates lightly as a happy laugh fills the air, pulling back slightly just to see me.

“Are you sure?” He asks carefully and I nod, pulling him closer to me again.

“I am yours, Niklaus Mikealson. Forever and always.”

“And whatever comes after that.”

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[the-artistic-animal]

Magnetic Fields

Daryl x Reader

Reader pronouns: she/her Warnings: none on this one Word count: 505

Synopsis: Daryl and Reader scape from an explosion and she begs him to wake up.

When her eyes opened the fog of the explosion had almost disappeared completely, only the ringing sound remained inside her ears. Behind her, she knew the crumbled pieces of what once was a large building laid on the floor, mixing it’s grey dust to the green grass beneath it.

Under her, the body of the archer laid still, his eyes closed and clothes and face covered in the same grey dust. Looking at him, Y/N could picture how she must be looking. Her eyes were teary, irritated by the sprinkles that fell over them two. A loud, roared and dry cough bursted from her throat as she lifted herself up to take a better look at Daryl, who still hadn’t moved.

“Daryl… Daryl, please wake up, please!” Her begs met his ears but his body didn’t show any signs of acknowledging it. “Babe, please, you can’t leave me. Please don’t leave me, wake up!” The more seconds passed, more hurried and worried her words became, and she couldn’t stop a desperate cry from leaving her mouth, hands clasped his face as she tried - in vain - to make him look at her.

He didn’t, and Y/N was just a sobbing mess as she hugged the archer’s body as close as she could; the tears streaming down her face didn’t let her get the moment to try and feel his heartbeat. The ringing tone was almost gone now, replaced by the sound of her own blood pulsing inside her ears. The course of emotions was taking her down like a ton of rocks, not allowing her to feel the life beneath Daryl’s body until a sharp inhale inflated the archer’s lungs, a wheezing sound coming from him, which made the girl lift herself up from his chest.

The strangled sounds were followed by the typical dry coughing, his eyes widening matched her’s, the blue iris searching for Y/N. She whispered his name softly, shocked and relived, as the archer moved to a somewhat sitting position, back resting on the half up concrete wall. Daryl took in the scene in front of him, the building almost swallowed by the ground beneath it, and he was sure every walker kilometers from there would have listened to the exposition. But this train of thoughts was interrupted by Y/N pressing her chest against his, her head sheltered on the crook of his neck, and her presence invaded his mind as much as it did with his body; he was amazed by the power she had over him, but not surprised.

Daryl took one last look around. Finding no threats, he allowed himself to close his eyes too and, just for a moment, hold the girl genuinely, completely, as if that was his only purpose in the world: to keep her safe like that in his embrace. His mouth touched her cheek and their lips - like magnetic fields - were so close to each other’s that it was only natural for them to touch, to kiss. So they did.

Autor’s note: hello again beautiful people! Hope you enjoyed this one! I know it’s super short but I just had a peak of inspiration and wrote this (along with the image of a dream I recently had). It’s currently 2am, I’m sooo sleepy but I had to post it, so please forgive any mistakes.

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Wings| Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: Reader wears Daryl’s vest through Alexandria

I walked out of my bedroom, looking for my boyfriend who had left me so early in the morning.

I was aware of how Daryl wasn’t fully adapted to Alexandria yet but I wished he would stay with me a little longer. I mean we finally have a place to settle down, where me and him can actually live in a house together without someone walking in on us.

Seeing as Aaron gave Daryl some parts and the bones of a motorcycle to build, I assumed he would be working on it in the garage. 

Walking down the steps into the kitchen I saw a dead rabbit sitting on the counter. Grimacing I ignored it and continued to walk past it, knowing Daryl was the culprit.

I opened the door to the garage seeing the dark haired hunter sitting down on the floor.

“So, are you gonna just leave that rabbit on the counter or are you showing me a new center piece?” I asked.

Daryl jumped turning around seeing me leaning against the wall. He shook his head at me before looking back at the bike.

“Very funny, that’s our dinner.” He spoke still not looking at me.

I walked over to him and sat down, now staring at him. Seeing him all muddy and gross, I had an idea. 

I grabbed the tool from his hand which caused him to look me in the eyes. I place the tool on the ground and looked at him before saying,” Why don’t I wash your clothes, Deana gave me some extra stuff for you and I. You might as well shower now because at this pace your not sleeping in bed with me tonight.”

He rolled his eyes at me before nodding. Standing up he took my hand leading me back into the house, up the stairs. He walked into the bathroom stripping out of his clothes then giving them to me. 

“I’ll leave some clothes on the bed for you,” I said before walking away, going to go clean the dirty clothes. 

-

I didn’t realize how much Daryl’s clothes needed washed. We had been out on the road so long that I got used to seeing him like that.  

I had washed most of his clothes before getting to his leather vest, his most warn article. I had always admired it, seeing Daryl in it reminded me of a guardian angel. It made sense to me because that is how I always saw him and one of the things I love about him. 

Looking down at the patched on wings I thought to gently clean it, knowing how special it was. I grabbed a wet rag and dabbed the vest in the dirty spots and also wiped down the leather. Seeing it finally clean again I hung it up to dry, knowing I would come back to it soon. 

I finished the rest of his clothes, working especially hard on the stain in his pants. I was so relived when I found out Alexandria had running water and electricity otherwise I would be here for hours. 

Looking over at the black vest hung up I felt it making sure it wasn’t still wet. I knew Daryl would want it back soon, so I hurried and turned on the community dryer before grabbing the vest. Looking down at my outfit seeing the white shirt and black jeans, I shrugged before putting on my boyfriends vest. 

I left the small room before leaving the main house too. I walked down the street before running into Carol.

“How are you and Daryl doing?” she asked looking me up and down.

I nodded at her,” Just fine. Finally got him to shower and out his clothes, saw the opportunity to wash the smelly things.”

She laughed, knowing how Daryl refused to shower for the longest time when we first got here. She looked at the vest wrapped around me, she glanced into my eyes in shock. 

I stared at her blankly before questioning,”What?”

“Nothing. I mean, Daryl must really love you if your wear his wings like that.” She said matter of factly. 

I looked down at the ground, “It was just in the laundry, I knew he would want it back soon so I hand washed it. I mean we only started dating 8 months ago, and you know how he is with the L word.”

Carol looked at me as if I was missing something, she spoke up,” Hunny, I am pretty sure that man has loved you from even before you started dating. Not to mention you live together now.” I blushed at her words, thinking it over. 

“Just think about it, I don’t wanna be the one who outs him,” Carol continued before winking at me and walking away.

My eyebrows furrowed, I knew I loved Daryl and after this conversation it made me realize how much I truly did. 

-

Walking up the steps to the house I took an intake of breath, I wanted to tell him. I wanted our relationship to have honesty and also didn’t want anything happening to him without him knowing how I truly felt. 

I opened up the front door before yelling, “Daryl, I’m home!”

He come down the stairs fast in a black button up with a matching black pain of jeans. Daryl slowed seeing me standing there in his vest.

“Woah,” he whispered eyeing the vest. 

I shook my head about to take it off thinking he was upset. But I stopped myself hearing him speak again.

“You look amazin’,” He spoke.

I looking up at him blushing,” I thought you would want me to take it off.”

He shook his head quickly before saying,” Girl, you are the only thing I would let near that thing. Don’t take it off.”

I looked down before speaking lowly,” Was not expecting that.”

He wrapped his strong arms around me, using his fore-finger and thumb to lift my chin.  He bent his head down to my ear and spoke,” You look so bad ass in that jacket. Really makin’ you mine.”

Looking at him, I thought now would be a better time than none to tell him. I leaned forward and pecked him on the lips, pulling away from him as he tried to deepen it. He looked at me in confusion, frowning, but I gave him a reassuring look before finding my words.

“I’m always yours.” I took a quick breath before continuing,” because I love you Daryl.”

He looked at me a moment but then his frown from before turned into a smile. Daryl leaned down and pulled me into a deep, passionate, heavy kiss.

Pulling away for air, be breathed heavily together him being the first to speak up,” I love you too.” 

We smiled at each other but then I got distracted by something in the background.

My eyes widened pulling away from the man in front of me, looking between the kitchen and him. I walked slowly into the kitchen seeing the gigantic blood mess on the counter.

I turned around quickly before speaking,” It was bad enough the rabbit was on the counter but did you really have to gut it there too.” 

Daryl smiled at me,” Don’ worry about that. Focus on us.” 

I stared at him in astonishment, “ I love you, I really do. But this is gonna bug the crap out of me.” 

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