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leviathanspain · 5 months

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hii 💌 can I request some angst with president!coryo & victor!reader, same plot line as tbosas basically, he was once her mentor & now she’s his first lady

except the quarter quell with former victors happens earlier & he deliberately leaves her name out but she ends up volunteering instead

his first lady

coriolanus snow x victor!reader

synopsis: after years of hiding from the public, ashamed of your past and your husband, you discover the only way to end this, is with you.

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he had lost his mind.

in the five years since your games, you had married the man who had given dr. gaul the ideas and tools to continue with the annual hunger games. he had also been the man to mentor you, showing you to an audience to get them to love you, simultaneously he fell in love with you.

he was powerful, you knew you couldn’t reject his advances, not while you were stuck behind the bars of the capital zoo. so you held his hand, listened to everything he said, winning as he promised you would.

only then did you hope that his attention on you would end, and you would be free to return home to your district, to put this part of your life behind…

except it haunted you, every day, every waking moment.

you never returned home, you never saw your parents again after being reaped, he became president, and you became his wife; his first lady.

and now, president snow stood on that stage, smile blazing as he announced that the fifteenth annual hunger games would reap its tributes, from the existing pool of victors.

he had truly lost his mind.

you gripped tigris’ arm as you watched coryo on the screen. he had just announced the changes, and you were left shocked.

tigris gulped, “i doubt he would leave your name in there.” she comforted you, “he would never do that-“ she paused, and you knew it was hesitation.

you stared at the screen, watching as the symbol of panem graced the screen, and you knew he would be home soon.

you shook your head, still in disbelief. you didn’t know what to think, coriolanus’ morality scale had gotten worse as the years went by and more power came, you were unsure what he would do to anyone, let alone you.

he loved you, more than you loved him. you never forgave him for what he did to sejanus, and coriolanus knew that, but he had made it known that as long as you were alive, he would never divorce you. his little loose end.

this could be the means to an end. if coriolanus was as smart as he was told, he would leave your name in, hope for the possibility to send you to your death, tying his loose end completely.

tigris stared as you grabbed the tv clicker, clicking the buttons to turn off the awful song that blasted with the logo. it wasn’t working, tigris tried to help you with it but your frustration over the games led you to slam the clicker into the tv screen, promptly breaking the screen.

coriolanus came home to a dark house. all the lights had been shut off, and he could still smell tigris’ perfume, lingering in the living room.

he set his bag down, taking off his coat and laying it down on the couch. he could see light emanating from the bedroom, and he could hear your soft singing.

coryo smiled, slowly walking down the hall, pushing the half cracked door open, seeing you on the bed. your nightshirt hung off your shoulder slightly, and your hair was loose. you looked beautiful, in the dim candlelight.

“my lady.” he greeted softly, bed dipping as he sat on his side. you turned, closing the novel you had been reading. you smiled softly, “coriolanus.” he frowned slightly, going in to give you a kiss, but you turned around to put your book away, effectively dodging his kiss.

“you’re upset.” he knew it immediately, you never called him coriolanus, not unless you were mad at him. usually he was called coriolanus every hunger games, as long as each games lasted. he had known eventually it would start up again, but this was far too early.

you didn’t say anything, opting to shrug as you stood up, pulling the sheets up.

coriolanus watched you get into the bed, snuggling into the snow white sheets, trying to avoid the conversation all together.

coryo stood up, removing his shoes and tie, “you saw the announcement.” he deduced, having put it together from the faint scent of his cousin’s perfume. “i didn’t want you to see it, i wanted to tell you myself-“ he kept undressing, and you sat up abruptly, “you had all morning to tell me what you had planned, but you let me go on about my day, let me think of you fondly and for you to announce that?!” you couldn’t help the tone of voice that you took with him, sometimes he was just irrational that not even you could get through to him.

he laughed softly, “so you wouldn’t have thought of me fondly if i had told you before the rest of the country?” he pulled the sheets on his side of the bed up, pulling them up to his chest as he turned to face you.

your back was resting against the pillows, arms crossed as you continued, “why would you do that, coryo?” your voice cracked, and his expression softened. one of his only weaknesses’ was you crying, whether it was someone else’s fault or his, it was a wretched weakness. “the victors are victors for a reason, why do we have to fight for our lives, all over again? hmm, haven’t we done enough?” you felt tears on your cheek, and you sniffled slightly.

coriolanus shook his head, “y/n, i took your name out.” he grabbed your thigh, “you won’t even have the chance of being reaped. you’ll just stand pretty on stage and watch the others get reaped.”

the others.

“you mean the children that i mentored to fight to the death and win?” you couldn’t see him through the puddles of tears in your eyes. you could only keep crying.

coriolanus stared, watching you sniffle and dab your tears away. he didn’t know what to say. this was his country, but you were his wife.

“just stand there y/n, they’ll be room for tears later.” he spat, and you stared at him in disbelief. coriolanus had become cruel, shrewd in his ways. this was a perfect example of one of the many ways he had changed.

you hauled yourself out of the bed, staring at coriolanus as you stomped out of the room. you had plenty of extra rooms in the house, and decided to go into one, leaving coriolanus to sleep in the bed by himself. he called after you, but you ignored him as you locked the door behind you.

you hadn’t seen so many people gathered in a long time. they stood in rows, long rows that seem to never end from where you stood. you stood next to the other tributes from your district, younger than you, eyes full of pain and sorrow.

the bowls containing their names were placed in front, one for the girls, and another for the boys. you knew your name wasn’t in there, coryo had said, ‘nothings changed’.

you listened carefully as the female victor was announced. valora grove, the young girl who you had just mentored this last hunger games. you watched as she hesitated to step up, face stricken with fear, this was happening to her all over again.

“i volunteer!” you panted, stepping up as you held a hand out, blocking valora from walking any further, “i volunteer as tribute.” you repeated, chest falling heavily as you stared out into the crowd, their faces displaying plain shock.

president snow’s wife, the first lady, the tenth annual hunger games victor, had just volunteered.

coriolanus must’ve just heard the news, because as you stood forward, accepting of what was to come, you were promptly escorted from the stage by peacekeepers, thrown into a car and driven straight back to the capitol.

coriolanus was furious, you knew. you knew your husband better than anyone in the world, better than his own family. he knew you well too, but you knew this was something he hadn’t anticipated, a small crack in his plans.

“you better hope i die.” was the first thing you said to him as the car doors open, coriolanus angrily gripping onto the handle. he stood there, fuming, “why y/n? why would you do that, you know that i can’t-“

“what? stop the games? of course not, that would make you look bad, coriolanus. but that’s exactly why i did it. you have no choice.” one thing that coriolanus had forgotten about you, was that you were smart, and usually, always one step ahead of him.

“i’m still a loose end, president snow.” you reminded him, stuck staring at his piercing blue eyes as his expression warped.

#coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x y/n #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus smut #coryo x reader #coryo snow #coriolanus x you #coriolanus snow angst #coriolanus snow fluff #coriolanus snow imagine

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caeunot · 4 months

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johnnie guilbert x reader

➷ breeding kink plus some fluff :3

PSA: the johnnie ive written about is the fictional version we all have in our minds, we truly don't know how he actually is and it's good to make a balance to avoid any uneasy or parasocial feelings when writing about a real person.

you and johnnie have been dating for around three years and you already decided that he is the man you are going to marry, you two are both almost 30 now which is terrifying but it also is making your baby feaver worsen.

you have always wanted kids and johnnie knows that, he never was fully against it but he always looked a bit awkward when you two would talk about it.

johnnie also knows that you have an extreme breeding kink, which has led to a lot of roleplay in the bed but you feel it's time to do something a bit more official.

when one of your friends asked to babysit their 17 month old baby you agreed! one part because you love kids and other so that you can give yourself and johnnie (mainly johnnie) a feel for how it's like to be a parent.

"thanks so much you guys! we haven't had an actual break for so long we need this.", "it's our pleasure I promise we will take good care of lil jess". your friend passes her into your arms and johnnie bends down and pokes her arm. "hey jess! I'm Johnny and I'll help look after you for the next few days :D"

you start unpacking all the baby stuff like diapers the toys and milk, johnnie watches you in awe and for almost every item asks you questions about it. "and what about this?" he says pointing to a cream. "that's for diaper rashes! their bums are super sensitive so it's important to add after changing a diaper". " so u gotta like.. rub it on and stuff...".

you laugh at him and he laughs back, but his laughing stops when you mention how he will have to try change her a few times himself. eventually you two settle everything in and you teach him the basics like how to feed them and how to make the bottles.

"okay can u put in microwave for 20 seconds! she prefers it warm". johnnie put the bottle in and started staring intensively into the microwave, you can't help but let out a laugh by accident making your hand immediately smack your mouth. "okay what was that for!! I thought I was doing this properly.." you walk over to him and put your arms around his waist. "I laughed because you looked so cute doing it baby, I'd love to make you a dad"

that comment made him turn his head to the side as his face went a bit red, you remove your hands from his waist and use it to guide his face to yours and you two share a deep kiss.

that night after putting jess to sleep in her fold out crib you and johnnie cuddled on the bed while watching some tv when johnnie turns to face you, "do you think I'd make a good dad?". " johnnie are you kidding?! you would make an amazing dad! you have such an sweet nature and you are the perfect mix of playful and serious, baby your the blueprint for a perfect dad" he let out a big gummy smile after that and pulled you on top of him and you two start making out for awhile before falling asleep in each other's arms.

at the end of the weekend you two had learned a lot, you learned that johnnie actually is really good with playing with babies.. not so much the unfun stuff like diapers and spit but that's something you get used to over time. and johnnie learned that there was nothing more than he wanted at that moment than to make you a mom, the way you were to gentle and sweet to the baby and the way you knew exactly how to do everything with her. honestly he found it really hot. that's why that night after jess went back home he took your hand and started to gently lead you to the bedroom.

"johnnie you weirdo what are you doing!" you say jokingly as he closes the bedroom door and pushes you onto the bed. he leans over you and whispers in your ear, "im ready" knowing you would know exactly what he ment. you immediately reached for his face and you two share a deep kiss and slipped tongue, he picked you up slowly to push you further onto the bed and immediately took off his shirt and pants as you do the same.

he crawls towards you like a hungry animal, while sitting on your thighs he starts kissing your belly and slowly gets higher and higher till he's finally kissing your face. in between the kisses you moan out, "fuck me johnnie, fuck a baby into me". you could see how much those words did something to him because with no hesitation he immediately starts pulling down your panties, but instead of what you expected he slipped his hand in between your legs. he slipped 2 fingers in making you shudder and hold the sheets as he went back and forth inside of you before letting one finger out and using it to rub your clit slowly.. enough to where it's making you go crazy but not enough to orgasam just yet

after a few minutes he takes his soaking fingers out and licks them, "are you ready darling?" he asks you in a sweet whisper without actually giving you time to answer as he slips it in almost instantly

he starts grinding back on forth inside of you and leans forward to start kissing you and grabbing your boobs to keep him steady, after a little bit of him going slow you decided to speed things up by pushing up your hips making his dick go deeper inside you, taking him off guard he let out an accidental whimper. this was enough to make him go harder and faster.

and harder and faster he did

the whole bed was screeching as you two rocked it back and forth, you have never seen johnnie like this before, he normally is really sweet and gentle but this time he's being really rough, he's digging his nails into your back and leaving bite marks all over your chest.

"after this your all mine y/n.. this is me claiming you" and as he says that he moans and grips onto you harder and you feel his warm seed filling you.

when he took it out he immediately stuck his finger back inside to make sure you don't loose any of the baby batter he gave you.

❣

#johnnie guilbert x reader #johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert smut #johnnie and jake #x reader #smut

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foundheavenly · 13 days

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"Thank you"

Disclaimer: English is not my mother tongue so please be nice

Words: 480

Plot: you finally both have your little blessing

Pairing: Toji x reader as mamaguro

Theme: fluff, reader is Megumi’s mother, arranged marriage but true love, Toji is in awe and far from cold, true happiness

"Toji" You whispered, your voice barely audible over the hum of the hospital machinery.

As you lay there in this hospital room, exhausted yet elated, your eyes fixated on the sight before you. Toji stood by the window cradling your little boy, Megumi, in his arms. For the first time since your wedding day, you saw genuine happiness radiating from his face as he looked down at the tiny human being.

"Hm?" Toji turned to you, his eyes sparkling with tears of joy. "What is it?"

You smiled, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. "He's beautiful, isn't he?"

Toji nodded, his gaze returning to his son. "He's perfect. Our little blessing."

Megumi let out a tiny whimper, and Toji's expression softened even further as he gently rocked him back and forth. It was a moment you never thought you would witness – Toji Zen'in, the stoic and cold man you married through an arranged union, embracing fatherhood with such tenderness.

"Can I hold him?" You asked tiredly, reaching out your arms.

Toji nodded, carefully passing Megumi into your embrace. As you held your son close to your chest, you felt an overwhelming sense of love wash over you. This tiny bundle of joy was a symbol of your union, a testament to the unexpected happiness that had blossomed between you two.

"He's got your eyes," Toji remarked, his voice filled with awe.

"And your smile” You added with a chuckle, feeling tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.

Toji sat there on the side of the bed and put his hand on his son’s chest. You looked at your tiny boy in comfortable silence, your hearts overflowing with love for the little miracle in your arms. For the first time in years, you dared to believe that your arranged marriage had brought you something truly magical – a family bound together by love.

"I've never seen you this happy, Toji." You smiled, your heart swelling with love as you gazed at the tiny features of your son.

Toji was about to say something but he got interrupted by Megumi's delighted cooing, his tiny fingers grasping at Toji's large ones. You couldn't help but laugh at the sight, feeling a warmth spread through your chest.

Toji looked up, a soft smile gracing his lips, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I never knew I could feel like this. He's changed everything." Toji confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

You reached out, gently brushing your fingers against Megumi's cheek, feeling the softness of his skin. "Me neither, but I'm grateful for every moment, especially now."

"As am I, my love. As am I." Toji leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead then at Megumi. "Thank you. For everything"

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #megumi x mom reader

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sturniololovesss · 2 months

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Dress

Pairing: Dad!Matt × Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N has to go to an event at work but when she goes downstairs to show her daughter and her husband her dress,matt calls her upstairs to "help him with laundry".

Genre:SMUT,SMUTT,SMUTTT.

Smut Summary:p in v ( w bc),praising,quickie.

(NOT PROOFREAD!!)

1st Person POV:

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I watched myself in the mirror as i try on my white dress. I sighed and smiled at myself as I finished tying my hair in a bun.I then grabbed my heels and sat on the bed,putting them on and going downstairs to show my 5 year old daughter and Matt my outfit.My heels clicked on the stairs as i walked into the living room,seeing Matt and Brinley watching Bluey.

Brinley's blue eyes flickered towards me as she watched me in awe."Wow Mommy! You look beautiful!" she exclaimed making Matt snap his head around.He examined my body as he took off his 'Fresh Love' hat and placed it over his blue jean covered crotch.I giggled as I looked back at Brinley. "Thank you baby." I said as I walked up to her and kiss her head.

"Hey Y/N,can you help me with the laundry before you go?" Matt asked me. I smirked,knowing exactly what he wants. "Sure." I said while still smirking."Brins, we'll be right back okay?" Matt told his beautiful daughter. "Yes daddy." She said while looking back at the screen that played the video of the blue and brown dog family.

He waited for me to walk by the stairs before grabbing my wrist softly and kissing me while leading me up the stairs.I giggled as I followed him.He walked me to the laundry room and leaned me up against the laundry machine."What do you need help with?" I asked innocently. "My boner." He said casually as he leaned down to kiss me.

I cupped his jaw as he deepened the kiss by sticking his tounge into my mouth as I moaned into his mouth.He pulled away,"Come on baby,bend over for me,yeah? We only have 13 minutes until Brinley's show ends." He says. I nodded and followed his instructions.As I turned around and adjusted my position on the spinnig machine,he slapped my ass hard as I whimpered.

"Shh."he said as he pulled up my dress so it can lay above my hips,pulling my panties to the side,revealing my soaking pussy.I moaned softly as he rubbed my arousal over my slit."Matt,please." I whimpered.He chuckled as I heard his jean zipper unzip from behind me.His hard cock sprung out from his blue boxers I gasped as I watched from behind me.He chcukled as he pumped himself up and down before slowly pushing himself inside of my tight hole.

"So tight for my cock,baby." He groaned as he bottomed out. I moaned as his tip brushed over my cervix. "Fuck me." I moaned as he started thrusting in me. He held me by my waist as he fucked into me,his cock was so big,it was already edging me to my orgasm. "Holy shit,baby,might just cum inside you right here." He groaned.

"Matt! Holy fuck!You're so fucking big! Fuck I'm gonna cum!" I moaned."Yeah?Come on,baby, cum all over my cock love."Matt said,sending me over the edge as I let go of the knot in my stomach."Fuck,Fuck,Fuck!" Matt whimpered as his white spurts of cum covered my plush walls. He slowly pulled out of me as he pushed my panties back onto my pink pussy.

"You okay,baby?" Matt asked me as he massaged my hips. I nodded as I smiled. "Can you drop me to the party now?" I asked as I drew shapes on his chest. "Sure baby,let's put on Brinley's shoes and we could go." He said as he held me by my waist,walking us downstairs.

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FIRST FIC! IDK IF THIS IS SHORT OR LONG BUT UMM IF THIS IS BAD I TRULY AM SORRY!!

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo edit #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo smut

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emilvr · 5 months

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┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° boyfriend spencer !

oh lord have mercy this man is sooooo ( ∩ˇωˇ∩)♡all my boyfie spencer thoughts in one place.. <3 this man deserves a happy ending and if cm won’t give it to him i certainly will!! click the link 4 a surprise … & also send me ur spencer reid thoughts before i collapse!!

warnings: just swearing/slight suggestive tones (like smooches..) and gender neutral reader i think !!

spencer, at least— according to derek, is a tough nut to crack. he doesn’t trust easily at all, and the fruits of your labour may not actually show until years down the line. but if there’s one thing about him you could never doubt, is his loyalty to not just you, but his entire team. especially when he tells you, “i’ll do anything you need me to. always.” and the earnest tone he whispers it in, his brown eyes flickering up to meet your [e/c] ones. the soft, glowing warmth of the love of a thousand lifetimes burns bright in his irises and you will find that you simply don’t care how long you have to wait for him to allow you to hold his heart in your hands.

he may not say i love you in the traditional sense; but it is as clear as the turning shades of the leaves in autumn. it’s clear in how he wants to know everything about you: the things you deem mundane and unimportant, the things that make you embarrassed and the things that make you avoid his eyes as you grin childishly. it’s clear in the way he remembers everything, which isn’t all that surprising given:

“did you know i actually have an eidetic memory and an iq of—“

“187. yes i know, spence. what a smart cookie!”

(in response, he flushes always when you coo the words ‘smart cookie’, although in the same breath he will stare at your face and whisper ‘angel’ in your ear like you’ve been sent down from the heavens just for him.)

he treats you like you’re made of delicate rose petals, and a touch that is too forceful will cause you to wither away. his lips graze your cheek gently in a kiss, his fingertips softly pet the top of your head and slowly follow the curve of your cheeks to the slope of your nose. and when you giggle and go “that tickles,” he’ll only grin in response and nestle his nose into the crown of your head and hum knowingly.

although, most infuriatingly, he will not make the first move. now, doesn’t mean he won’t drive you absolutely insane with soft smiles and eyes full of love and want. he puts all of shakespeare’s sonnets to shame, truly. he keeps it up until you break and march over to his apartment with wobbling lips and twinkling irises (and emily’s encouraging “go get ur mans!!!! GET HIM!!!!” text on your phone. her, jj and penelope are the worst enablers ever.) and even then, he stands still (like the whole world has come to a standstill, really) and waits for you to utter the words. he waits, quietly and patiently. his attention is on you.

“it’s okay. you can say it.”

“you’re torturing me here.”

“am i?”

“‘am i?’ i will pretend you never said that, smarty pants. you infuriate me.”

“ooh, big words.”

“hey! i can talk fancy too!”

“mhm, i’m sure you can angel.”

“not fair. i love you, by the way. more like adore you. or any other word you can think of.”

“i can think of a few.”

in the before, he may tease you when you put a hand on his shoulder or trace the outline of his knuckles; but don’t let the teasing trick you. spencer is atrocious. a mess, even— without you. when you get pulled into a case three days before him, he spends the three days with absolutely zero sleep. and when jj and emily (knowingly, grand masterminds!) ask him if he’s doing okay, he just barely grumbles out a: “i can’t sleep without them anymore. feels cold. not right.” jj awe’s at him and clutches her hands close to her chest, whilst emily barks out a laugh and goes “oooh he wants them baaaaad!”

the grumpiest thirty-something year old man you know, by the way. smug as shit, too. lays with you in bed, head on your stomach as you call him pretty.

“but am i the prettiest?”

“oh, absolutely, my love. there is not a man in the land prettier than thou!”

“ … -__- can you ever give me a normal reply.”

“hehe.. absolutely not.”

henry knows all about you. against his will. someone save this boy he knows your birth date and time of birth down to the hour. knows your big three against his will. (despite the fact that spencer says astrology “isn’t scientifically accurate” … my when i’m in a big ass loser contest and my opponent is in-love spencer walter reid….) spencer puts henry to bed and starts rambling:

“the other day, [y/n] and i were in the kitchen and it suddenly hits me how effortlessly beautiful they are, i mean seriously, i feel sick th—“

“uncle spence. please. i want to go to sleep. i’m gonna call mama.”

“not your mom. please.”

(he tells jj and will when they get back from their date. you wake up to 23 text messages from jj saying “marry this nerd please henry can’t do this anymore!!!”)

also may i propose: classical music lover spencer, rock music lover emily, pop music lover jj and [y/n]. spencer absolutely gives you shit for your music taste and jj threatens him by saying she’ll marry you before he does. he goes pale at the thought. goes even paler when jj starts calling you “her darling baby” … your whole relationship is tug of war between jj, emily and spencer. spencer won’t try tug of war with derek like ok whatever you say handsome!!!

also, there have been many times spencer has woken up in the morning and reached his hand out to stroke your cheek and give you a kiss, when halfway he opens one eye and sees either jj or emily sleeping behind you. he’s the third wheel. in his own relationship.

and it’s all great until you give emily or jj too much attention and he starts sulking at home like… bitch you are in your thirties. and then you have to kiss all over his face and jokingly (or not???) call him your ‘pookie’… he sticks his tongue out and goes ‘bleurgh!!!!!” but we all know he loves it. silly scorpio man is fooling no one.

also read: candid photos of him where he always looks good ??? and when you mutter “you make me sick.” he takes it seriously and you spend the next week buying him his favourite donuts and kissing him until his cheeks go pink. most dramatic man ever!!! now does he pretend to be upset so you kiss him all the time… who knows.

he also places his forehead on yours when he gets overwhelmed and can’t calm down. and starts giggling when you go “helllooooooo!!” but in like, the way where your voice hits several octaves. a very, very giggly boy around you. and he also always has cold hands, and goes “oh no sweetie looks like i have to hold your hands!” (emily makes a gagging sound)

but truly, he is the softest man /ever/. when you two lay in bed at night and he leans down to kiss you, he goes so slowly that his eyelashes brush against yours and your chest starts to throb with how fast your heart is beating. he leans forward slowly and the kiss he presses to your lips is so soft that you squeeze your eyes closed because looking at him sends you into cardiac arrest. doesn’t kiss you much in public, but the way he looks at you makes up for it. eyes crinkled in the corner, brown irises reflecting your beauty as if you’ve been blessed by aphrodite herself. his chest lifts and trembles slightly, index finger twitching with the need to hold yours <3 (emily catches him in the act and she grins, then goes ‘booooo’ and cackles how he’s ‘whipped’ — which makes derek’s head snap up.)

also he absolutely calls you bunny and pretty like no one say a word to me… bunny is the cutest term of endearment ever im gonna throw up and throw myself down the damn stairs!!!

&&— marriage is absolutely in the cards for you two. he looks down at you, chin tilted, and he can’t imagine a future where he doesn’t watch you style your hair every morning or watch you grumble over a stain that won’t come out of one of his cardigans. (“spence, baby, you got anymore sweaters that need washed? i’m putting a woollens wash on!” and he blushed a soft fuchsia and has to resist the urge to cradle your face in his palms.)

although he has faced many tragedies and painful memories in his life, you’re his solace. the pain of his father leaving, his mother’s illness, prison, his drug addiction— you provide him with the normalcy and soft, angelic happiness that makes him smile until his cheeks hurt.

spencer (look at the absolute beauty i pulled by being an autistic nerd) walter reid <3

#spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x reader

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vxntagedior · 1 year

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hello!!! i was wondering if you could write a xavier thorpe x reader where she’s having an awful day and it’s evident in the look on her face and the way her body moves while she’s walking towards xavier and they end up cuddling and it’s just comforting and cute??

i hope this makes sense!! i love ur writing!

true blood

summary | after receiving news that your parents aren't coming family weekend, your thrown into an awful mood for the rest of the day

pairing | xavier thorpe x fem!reader

warning | angst, fluff ending, absent parents, ajax's parents but the best

word count | 1.0k

Just staring at your phone, you re-read the text message over and over again.

“Your father and I need to help a pack in the mountains and can’t make it tomorrow, maybe next year.”

For years, you seeked some sort of validation from your parents, just something that would give you their attention just for a second. The pack was put they cared about, and though you shifted, you were an omega in a family of alphas.

Not wanting to bear the burden and have the news spread, they sent to Nevermore as fast as they could, and you were happy you could be away from them, but seeing how all the students became excited that their families are coming, it made it worse for you.

You barely slept that night, tossing and turning, truly wondering if they were up in the mountains or if they couldn’t bear the shame of their daughter and pretended she didn’t exist. As the sun rose, you stayed in bed as long as you could before needing to get up and eat and get ready for the day.

Walking out onto the balcony that gazed into the quad, there were families already there. You leaned against the railing, seeing students hugging their families, pulling them into a school to show them around.

“Surprised you aren’t down there already, need another minute before going down to the wolves.” Xavier came next to you, copying your position, turning his head towards you. Because of the late text, you hadn’t told Xavier they weren’t coming yet.

“A pack was in need of help last night.” You started, Xavier didn’t need for you to finish, knowing where it was going to end. “And you know them.”

Xavier didn’t say anything, scooting closer towards you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him. Kissing your forehead softly, he rested his head on yours.

“You know Ajax’s parents are more than happy to have us.” He smiled, “They love you like a daughter.”

Since starting at Nevermore, neither Xavier’s father nor your parents had ever come to visit and Ajax’s parents made it known that the two of you were always welcome with them.

“We can spend the day together and have dinner with them later, how does that sound?” He tried to lighten the mood. Xavier accepted that his dad wasn’t a part of his life but he remembered how it was during the beginning, and it was exactly how you were now.

You were happy that Xavier was able to distract you during the day, making it almost seem like everything was perfectly okay. Spending most of the day in his art shed, Xavier lets you take your stress out.

Before meeting Xavier, you never were an artist and you still aren’t to this day but Xavier constantly brought you here to teach you.

Xavier worked on his own painting, listening as you spoke about your parents.

“Like, I get that I’m not your favorite child, but god, how hard it is to take two days off to come visit!” You exclaimed. “Is it because I’m not an alpha, it’s not like I chose to be this way, I would change if I could.”

“Don’t say that.” Xavier finally expressed his feelings, frowning, “You don’t need to change to conform to what they want.”

Standing from his stool, he made his way over towards, standing behind you, his hands wrapped around your shoulders, squeezing them softly.

“I just want them to be proud of me, just for once.” You whispered softly, setting down your paints.

Xavier wrapped his around your torso, pulling you into him, your head resting against his chest, you felt tears forming in your eyes, letting out a quiet sob.

His arms still around you, Xavier held you quietly, letting you cry while rubbing his hand up and down your back. Your face was still flush to his shirt, one that was probably covered in tears by now.

As your sobs softened, Xavier pulled you from him, wiping away the rest of your tears with his thumb.

“You okay?” He asked softly.

“Yeah, but dying to get that out.” You sent him a small smile. “Thank you.”

Sitting in the quad with Ajax’s family made your day a little less depressing. The five of you sat around the table, all conversing about the school year.

“So Y/n,” Ajax’s mom started, “Ajax told me that you and Xavier are now together.”

You choked on your piece of steak, coughing. Xavier’s eyes were wide, turning to look at his friend.

“Mom!” Ajax gasped.

“No, it’s alright, I wasn't expecting that, but yes we are.” You confirmed. Watching as his mom turned gleeful, spewing all sorts of congratulations to the two of you, you just wished your parents could have an ounce of her happiness.

“Oh that’s just wonderful.” She cooed, “You two must come to visit over the break.”

“Mrs. Petropolus, that’s too much.” You shook your head.

“We insist.” Mr. Petropolus added. “We loved to have you.”

You knew that if you spoke, your voice would hardly be there and you didn’t want to cry in front of them. “Thank you, really, thank you.”

“Of course sweetheart, you’re family to us.”

As night started to turn in, you and Xavier used his single room to your advantage, laying in his bed together.

Sitting against his headboard, Xavier sat up slightly with your head resting just below his chin, your legs tangled in his.

One arm was wrapped around your waist, while the other sat on top of his chest with yours. Playing with his fingers, you sighed softly, looking up at your boyfriend.

“I’m lucky to have you.”

“I know.” He smirked, “I get told that everyday.”

You rolled your eyes, smacking his chest playfully. “I’m being serious, Xavi.”

“I think that I was one who is.” He confessed, “I get to be with you everyday.”

“You’re a sap, you know.” You smiled.

“I know.” He reciprocated your smile, “I got the best thing right in front of me.”

fin.

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gothicflowers · 5 months

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Tall Doors

König x gn!Reader

SFW fluff

Warnings: fluff, no proofreading

The second you seen the plane he was on go out of view you got back into the suv that konig picked to fit his large stature. A large roll of cash tucked into the zipper of your purse. As soon as he got the news last week that he’d be leaving you could finally put your plan into motion.

*One month later*

The master bathroom had been gutted. The largest bathtub you could find had been installed and you even put in a walk in shower. You laid tile and repainted in one of Königs favorite colors. You’d done all the work yourself since you knew how to do it working for your family’s business when you were younger. The bathroom was now warm and comfortable, and could fit a 6’10 man very comfortably.

Your next project was going to make messes across the house but it will be worth it. The home that you and König purchased earlier this year was almost all original. But all the door frames stood 6’5. You’d be raising the door height as well as fixing the low hanging lights he always hit his head on.

*two weeks later*

All your work was finished. A new tall front door, new couch, new lighting fixtures, new bathroom. You even had a custom mattress and extra sturdy bed frame made so his feet wouldn’t hang off. All to ensure your love will never crouch down in his home again. All for him.

New message: this is a message from Kortac Delivery Services letting you know your package will be arriving tonight at 18:30. Please respond YES if you will be picking up your package or NO to stop receiving messages.

Replying YES you practically screamed in joy

He was coming home, two weeks earlier than expected. Overjoyed you made a stop at grocery store and got the ingredients for his favorite dish and picked up two bottles of his favorite wine.

Back home you had everything prepared and got ready in that outfit he loved you in. Fixxing your hair and applying a sweet perfume feeling ready to see your man.

“Ich habe dich so sehr vermisst Schatz” (I missed you so much my love)

“I missed you too”

One passionate kiss later and his large had guided you to the car.

He walked through the front door and froze.

“What wrong”

“I fit through the door” he said in a confused tone.

“Yes” you laughed and his eyes staring at the door. He walked in and out three more times.

“Meine Liebe, did you get a bigger door for me”

“Come see what else I’ve done”

He stood tall walking through the house. Comfortably even. His mask at some point had finally came off since he only wore it to and from work. He had the biggest smile when he noticed that you raised and replaced some of the lights that he would constantly walk into. Once into the master bedroom he let out a gasp. Looking at the hand crafted bed frame and mattress with silk sheets.

“It’s so big, oh Meine Liebe you… I can’t thank you enough. You treat me so well. I can’t express how much I appreciate what you’ve done”

One hand on your waist and one on your neck he pulled you in for a passionate kiss.

“Thank you Meine Liebe”

“You haven’t seen one of the best parts”

You pulled him into the newly renovated bathroom.

“I figured a nice tub to soak in would help your back” you stood in the middle of the bathroom admiring his reaction and his figure.

“This is perfect, truly meine geliebte”(my beloved) he said breathlessly in awe, lust in his eyes.

“I’m glad you love it”

“I more than love it, I can’t express. How about I start this bath, and since it’s big enough for us both it will take a while to fill… we go break in that new bed and I show you how much I appreciate you and then bathe after” his accent becoming deeper. His was holding onto your waist now. A devilish smirk on his.

“Natürlich mein König” (of course my king)

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scoonsalicious · 10 days

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Unwanted: Chapter 29, Unarmed, Redux - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of injury, death, human trafficking.

Word Count: 1.5k

Previously On...: It was the final showdown! And you died.

A/N: We begin to wrap everything up :(

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You crawled back toward consciousness with the unsettling sensation of deja vu. Bright lights, pain in your abdomen, the sound of machines incessantly beeping. You tried to pull the covers over your head, but your left arm didn’t seem to want to move.

Well, that was new, anyway.

“The fuck am I in the hospital for now?” you murmured to yourself. “One miscarriage wasn’t bad enough?”

“Ex-fucking-scuse me?” came Tony’s shocked voice from your bedside. “One fucking what now?!”

You slowly opened your eyes. “Uh… hey, Boss. How’s it going?” You glanced over at Tony; he looked terrible, eyes red rimmed and puffy. “What’s wrong? Why do you look like you’ve been crying?”

Tony barked out a laugh. “Are you kidding me? You had us all scared half to death, Kiddo. Pretty sure it took ten years off my life when word came in that Carthage fucking shot you. You know, you were clinically dead for seven whole minutes?! Longest seven minutes of my life– even longer than the Seven Minutes in “Heaven” I spent with Alice Seymour in 7th grade.” Tony shivered.

You blanched. “Seven minutes? Holy shit. I’m sorry, Tony.” You weren’t sure why you were apologizing; you hadn’t shot yourself, after all, but you still felt awful for making him worry.

Tony came to sit alongside you on the bed. “Hey,” he began, taking a hold of your hand, “you have nothing to be sorry for. At all. You warned us from the beginning that Carthage was rotten. We should have done a better job of protecting you from her. I should have done a better job of protecting you.”

“It’s not your fault, Boss,” you told him, squeezing his hand. “None of us could have realized how far gone she was until it was too late. Where is she, anyway? On a one-way trip to The Raft, I hope?”

Tony looked away from you, toward the door of your room. “Not necessary,” he said. “She’s dead.”

You sat up quickly, wincing in pain at the tugging in your abdomen as you did so.

“Easy there, Kiddo,” Tony said, helping you get upright. “You had major abdominal surgery just a few days ago; you’re gonna pull your stitches.”

You let go of Tony’s hand to gingerly prod at your stomach, flinching as you came into contact with the heavy gauze that concealed your incision. Looking back up at him, you asked: “What do you mean, ‘she’s dead,’ Tony? What the fuck happened?”

Tony cleared his throat and poured you a cup of water, as if needing to busy his hands while he considered how to go about saying what he had to tell you. “We pulled up in the Quinjet probably only a few moments after you were shot,” he said, handing the cup to you. You took it gratefully, not realizing until that moment how parched you’d been. “Barnes was holding you in his arms, just sobbing, and… God, Pocket, there was so much blood. We thought you were done. I’ve never– I’ve never seen him like that before. He wouldn’t let go of you. Cap and Point Break had to hold him off so we could get you into the jet’s onboard Cradle; he just didn’t want to be apart from you. Kept screaming it was all his fault, he should be the one who was dead instead of you. Can’t say that, in the moment, I disagreed. We ended up having to sedate him.”

As Tony spoke, bits and flashes of the event came back to you– Bucky offering himself to Jade in exchange for your life, seeing his lips on hers, the sensation of Jade’s bullet ripping through your flesh.

“Once we got you stable, we went back out and found Carthage’s body. I’m not one hundred percent sure what happened, because Barnes still won’t talk about it, but, well, her neck was snapped.”

You blinked in shock. He’d killed her, for you. When it mattered, when it truly, truly mattered, he’d picked you over her. “Wow,” was all you could get out.

“Yeah,” Tony agreed softly.

“Where is he, Boss?” you asked, looking up at him desperately. You needed to see Bucky right away, needed to thank him for saving your life, to apologize.

“I’ve, uh… I’ve been kind of keeping him away,” Tony admitted reluctantly.

“Why?!” you asked, hurt and shocked. “Why would you do that, Tony?”

Tony looked at you defensively. “Because he admitted what he did to you, Pocket. How he hurt you, again, and again. All of it. I’m sorry, but I wasn’t going to let him come near you after everything he’d done. It was his fault you were in this mess to begin with. He’s lucky I didn’t fucking kill him. If he had stayed away from her, been faithful to you from the beginning–”

“Tony,” you interrupted, putting a hand on his forearm to stop him. “Please trust me when I tell you that the situation is a lot more complicated than it appears from the outside, okay? I’ve… I’ve seen things, things that showed me how badly she manipulated him, got into his head. I’m not saying he’s blameless,” you were quick to add when Tony opened his mouth to protest. “He’s got a lot to make up for– I know that; I’m just saying that the party who bears the most responsibility is dead. I want to see him. Please. I owe him my life.”

Tony pursed his lips as he assessed you, mulling over your words. “It’s against my better judgment,” he finally said, “but it’s your call. I’ll send him in.” He stood up, leaning forward to kiss the crown of your head.

“Tony, wait!” you said, before he could go too far. “The missing women. The strip club. What happened with them?”

“You did good, Kiddo,” he said with a smile. “Once we got you outta there, we were able to retrace your location to find the Hydra base where they were keeping you and get into their files– they kept records of every woman they sold, who they sold to, and where they went. SHIELD’s already picked up several of the buyers and identified the key players based on what you’ve been able to get us. We’ve been able to recover seven of the women so far, but Nat’s optimistic we can track down even more.”

You let out a shaky exhale. Seven women, saved from trafficking, with your help. “That’s amazing, Boss,” you said.

“And as for the club, Kozlov’s been arrested on a slew of charges; don’t anticipate he’ll be breathing fresh air anytime soon. And your buddy? Dimitri? He was real happy to start cooperating with us if it meant he didn’t go down with his boss.”

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief, a weight being lifted off your shoulders. They weren't going to be able to hurt anyone else, you thought to yourself. You’d help make sure of that. Maybe you could make your amends to Chloe, after all.

An idea came to you then. “Boss,” you began, “how much money’s in my swear jar now?”

Tony gave you a bemused look. “Kind of a weird time to be asking about that.” He pulled up his phone and touched the screen several times before letting out a low whistle. “Well I’ll be damned, Pocket. You certainly have quite the potty mouth– there’s almost half a mil in there!”

“I’ve sworn half a million times in the last twenty months?” you asked, incredulous.

“Do you doubt it?” Tony answered, grinning.

“Abso-fucking-lutely not,” you said with a smile. “Do me a favor? Take that money and divide it up among the surviving women, okay? They’re gonna need resources for a fresh start.”

“That’s real generous of you, Kiddo,” Tony said, giving you a fond smile. “I’m proud of you.”

“Yeah, well, I learned from the best,” you half-shrugged, grinning back at him. “Gotta pay it forward, right?”

Tony nodded, then turned toward the door. “I’ll make sure it’s taken care of,” he said. “And I’ll send in Barnes."

“Thanks, Tony.”

“Oh, and if there’s one thing this entire ordeal’s taught me,” he said as he put his hand on the doorknob, “it’s that life is short. I’m gonna ask Pep to marry me.”

“Tony!” you exclaimed, delight coursing through you. “That’s fantastic! Congratulations! I’m so happy for you!”

Tony smiled at you. “Be flattered, kiddo. You’re number two to know.” With a wink, he was out the door.

You closed your eyes, smiling to yourself. Tony Fucking Stark was finally settling down. You honestly thought you’d never live to see the day. Fuck, you almost hadn’t. You felt a dull ache in your left arm. It had been strapped down in a sling to your torso, preventing you from moving it, and you had the sinking suspicion there were probably pins holding the fracture in place. You were certainly in line for a long road to recovery.

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aakariiiii · 6 months

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You’ll Catch My Coldˏˋ°•*⁀➷

contains: mitsuya being sick, thats really it….

requests: open

a/n: i had this uncompleted in my drafts so i finished writing it n here i am uploading it!!! i kinda (only kinda) like it tbh so i hope you guys like it as well, just a reminder that requests are open!!!! please enjoy reading it <33

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It was 2pm at the moment, and I have been woken from my deep slumber that I promised myself I would get as a reward of my hard work during the academic year.

“Who the fuck wakes up at 2pm on the first day of summer vacation. And who the fuck even woke me up?” I ask myself as I rub my eyes to help clear my obscured vision.

My phone has been ringing for the past eternity, and it’s not shutting up.

I grab my phone to check who’s the asshole who’s been calling ever since the morning, only to find out that it’s my very dear boyfriend, mitsuya.

11 missed calls from taka <3

“oh shit, oh shit” I curse to myself as worry embraces me, spreading through my veins insidiously.

Did he die? Did something happen to him?

I ask myself these questions as I dial his number on my phone.

“pick up you idiot” i whisper to no one in particular.

“Luna, Mana, get the hell away from me.” I hear mitsuya on the other line cough up this sentence.

“Babe?” I ask

“y/n. Where the fu—hell have you been. I was starting to get worried, you idiot!” His voice, scratchy and full of cold, asked through the phone.

“Ahaaha…I have been…asleep…” I muttered shamefully and then added, “Are you okay though, you sound exhausted…and full of cold..”

“That’s the reason I ca—cough—ca—cough—” he stops to take a breath and continues “called. Luna and Mana are not leaving me alone and I dont want to spread my cold to them, the—cough—they’re trying to help me out which is pretty nice but I dont want them getting sick.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in a bit.” I say, getting up from my bed.

“I’ll get you some medicine on the way. Stay put, love you.” I add.

“Mhm, thank you—cough—Genuinely have n—cough—no idea what i’d do with—cough—without you, i love you so much.” he says in a weak, feeble voice.

“Oh shut it, I’m your girlfriend for a reason, dummy.” I replied.

“I’m—cough—I’m trying to be nice—cough—but anyway, b—cough—bye”

“Bye.” I giggle as I end the call. He’s so cute!

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I slowly open the door of Mitsuya’s house, expecting him to be asleep. I truly did not expect to hear yells and giggles coming out from both Mitsuya and his sisters, who are currently seated in the living room.

I tip toe to secretly steal a glance, only to be greeted by the scene of Luna sitting on top of mitsuya, who was laying on the couch, head on the couch’s armrest, and Mana standing beside that armrest, gawking at mitsuya straight in the eyes from above.

I couldn’t help but let out a giggle, which turned all the attention to me, and with that, both Luna and Mana ran straight up to me, hugging my lower torso.

“Y/n! You’re here!” one of the girls yelled in excitement, causing me to grin.

“Indeed I am! How do you girls think Mitsuya’s been feeling?” I ask, playing along with their ‘doctor’ game.

“Well—based on what I have seen, I think he has—uhhhh…a cough!” Luna says hesitantly as Mana nods.

I kneel down as I place the grocery bags I brought on the floor, trying to reach to their level, and say in a surprised manner “Oh, really?! Poor Mitsuya, he must he feeling awful, right? What do you guys recommend him to do?”

“Sleep!” Mana answers and Luna adds, “Yeah, I think he must rest well!”

“Exactly, now why don’t you girls go to your room while I make sure that Nee-san gets the sleep he needs so that we can all play together later?” I offer, excitingly, earning nods and ‘yeah, hurray!’ from one of them as they rush to their rooms.

I stand up again and approach Mitsuya, and Oh God. Exhaustion was painted all over his face, tired eyes begging to sleep and some messy hair.

“How are you feeling, Taka?” I ask softly.

“Take a guess, babe,” He responds sarcastically in a rough, scratched voice.

“Well, based on what your little doctors told me, not very well,” I joke as I bring my hand to his forehead, and as expected, he was burning up.

“Woah, what an absolute genius you are, babe” he coughs.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. I get that all the time, but anyway, do you wanna head to your room? I’ll make you some food before handing you your medicine and then you can head to sleep and I’ll take care of the girls for tonight,”

“Sounds good to me, I think my head is about to explode,” He winces as he tries to get up in a vain attempt.

“Take it easy, Taka, let me help you,”

And with that, I help him up and make sure he walks without stumbling and breaking a bone to his room. I grab some water and place it beside his nightstand.

“You can sleep while I make the food if you want, but it shouldn’t take long,” I mention as I lean in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Yeah I think I’ll stay awake—b—cough—but you stay away from me- or else you—cough—you’ll catch my cold—“ He coughs again.

“Oh don’t be silly, of course I’ll catch your cold, but you’ll take care of me the next,” I grin as I begin making my way out of his room.

“I don’t know how I ended up being with you, but I’m not complaining,” he faintly mutters to himself, smiling softly at no one in particular.

He does realise that even if you make silly jokes sometimes, he’s indeed the luckiest man on earth to have you beside him.

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eunoia-writes · 2 years

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Cruel summer - Conrad fisher

Warnings: underage drinking

Summery: y/n was the last addition to the Cousins group but that didn’t make her any less part of the group. She was like a big sister to Belly which also meant she’d put her happiness aside just for her no matter how hard it hurt

Meeting the fisher brothers was like a fever dream to y/n, so much happened in those few days that it didn’t feel real. But year after year she’s back in cousins playing chicken in the pool with everyone.

Today was like no other, Conrad and Jeremiah turned up and y/n’s a few doors down from there’s one there usually early morning muffin run. The boys climbed through her bedroom window, despite the fact that they could have used the front door, while she lay sleeping. The pair tiptoed around her room with hushed whispers Conrad grabbing her guitar and Jeremiah her ukulele before they both jumped on her bed strumming there instruments screaming “Y/n get the fuck up.” In a sing song tone

Y/n let out a loud groan as they bound her around the brothers giggling like they’re was no tomorrow “I hate you both.” She said, grabbing her glasses from the side of her bed and sitting up. Jeremiah was the first to jump off her bed telling her to get up while Conrad just sat down criss-cross-apple-sauce in front of her.

“Could you not have just called?” She mumbled wiping the sleep for her eyes as she reached for her phone while Jeremiah flung her closet door open in search of god knows what. Conrad was yet to say anything; he was just admiring the way her hair fell so perfectly even in her half awake state.

“Now where’s the fun in that?” Jeremiah asked, looking over his shoulder at the unimpressed girl. Y/n rolled her eyes before forcing herself off her bed and over to Jeremiah her arms wrapping around his waist for balance still only just coming too from her previously dead to the world state.

“What is the dress code for today Jere?” She asked with a soft yawn, Conrad was never a man of many words but even for him he was awfully quiet that morning which didn’t go unnoticed by y/n. There wasn’t a lot that Conrad did that went unnoticed by y/n. She was in constant awe of the boy; there was no one quite like Conrad fisher. And that’s how she liked it.

He was truly one in infinity.

“Well Taylor is here for a few days so after the tournament we’re going to Shalia’s party.” Jeremy told her before pulling out her typical blue denim shorts which he was convinced she owned the entire stock off with the amount of pairs she had along with her blue cousins shirt which just so happened to be the exact same one he was wearing

“Matching, huh?” She laughed grabbing the clothes out of her and and making her way into her bathroom

“Of course!” He called after her as she closed the door “what’s up with you connie?” Conrad was now sitting on her window ledge phone in hand quite as ever. He just shrugged saying nothing. Jeremiah sat on the edge of her bed looking at the multiple photos on her bed stand. The largest one was a group photo she’d made a stranger take of everyone on the beach even though laurel insisted she should have taken it y/n wanted it of everyone, Another of y/n and Belly sunbathing that Conrad had taken a year prior and the last a photo of y/n and Conrad dancing in the kitchen that Susana had taken both with the biggest smiles on their faces.

Y/n came out of the bathroom rambling about how Belly and Steven were blowing up her phone asking why the muffins were taking so long. when she finally stopped rambling she noticed Conrad staring at her with a smile playing on his lips “what?” She asked as walked over to her His hand coming too her chin while this thumb came to brush her lip

“Toothpaste.”

Y/n swore she could have melted right there. The smallest of touch has her weak in the knees but she’d never admit it. She couldn’t. Belly was like y/n’s baby sister and she had the biggest crush on Conrad but so did y/n. It had been Conrad since she first stepped foot in cousins. Y/n always hoped it was reciprocated and the late night facetime calls when they were home convinced her it could be possible but like always y/n would put Belly’s happiness before hers without question. She couldn’t have him without someone getting hurt. “Will you two quit staring at each other and get out here.” Jeremiah said, snapping them both back into reality as he hung halfway out of the window. They didn’t say anything.

The car ride was chaotic as ever , Jeremiah seemed to think he was a race car driver so what should have been a 20 minute drive was over in just over 10 minutes. Y/n rushed inside without a second thought. “Susana! Your son drives like a mad man.” She said as Susana span round pulling her into her arms

“I’ve told Jere to calm down many times.” Susana said as Jeremiah came in defending himself before he even knew what had been said about him. Conrad took a seat next to y/n as they watched jeremiah and steven put on their usual morning performance of singing whatever song they pre decided that morning. Mornings in the fisher house were something that nothing would ever compare too.

Conrad handed y/n a muffin “its strawberry, i know you don't like blueberries.” The same old smile was spread across his face as she thanked him softly, almost letting herself blush until she saw the way belly’s eyes glowed as she looked over at the boy. She felt a hand on her shoulder looking up to see susana looking at her with a knowing look.

“y/n will you come help me set up for the tournament?” Susana asked and of course y/n complied she nodded grabbing her muffin saying goodbye to everyone and making her way out with Susana in tow “He feels the same, you know.” Susana said as they pulled away from the house. Susana was the only one that could truly see what y/n actually felt for Conrad. But He’s her connie at the end of the day she knew it was reciprocated

“I wish that were true.” Y/n sighed as the soft hum of the radio played “plus Belly’s been in love with him since before I even met any of you I couldn’t do that to her.” Y/n said looking over at Susana who just grabbed her hand kissing it softly

“You’re too good to her sometimes, I’d hate to see belly heartbroken, believe me, but sometimes we have to be selfish when it comes to love. Plus Connie could do with someone like you.” Susana said as they pulled up to where the tournament was being held later this afternoon. y/n wanted her words to be true but she also knew no matter what she couldn't do that to belly

There will be other Conrad Fishers. She hoped.

y/n did her best to avoid Conrad at the tournament watching from the sidelines as he and belly demolished the other teams ultimately heading to their victory. “You better be there tonight!” Shalia told y/n as they walked over to her car where Steven was already waiting for the two. y/n had made a comment about maybe staying home and from then on had everyone telling her she had to come.

“I will, I promise!” y/n said as Shalia then spouted how Steven would pick her up if he liked it or not “is Connie gonna be there?” y/n asked Steven mumbled a yes before telling her to hurry up and get in so he could drop her home so she'd be ready in time.

“Are you sure this isn’t too much?” Y/n asked Jeremiah who was currently sat on her bed scoffing his chips she made the mistake of offering him. Y/n was wearing a simple white summer dress with the green converse Jeremiah instead didn’t fit him so she had to have them not just because he heard her talking about wanting them a matter of weeks before.

“You look hot, I’m sure Connie will think so too.” Jeremiah joked only to Receive a jacket to the face as she as a car horn honked signalling Steven was here. The pair made their way downstairs and got into the car Where none other than Nicole was sitting leaning against Conrad. And that’s when she knew she was in for a long night.

“Woah, Woah, slow down there y/n .” Conrad laughed softly as Y/n downed another beer. It was the first he’d seen of her since she walked out of the car and as far away from him as quickly as possible . The party only started an hour ago and the girl was already plastered. Y/n scoffed as she finished her drink off

“What's your problem Conrad? It’s okay for you to drink till you can’t walk but when I do the same all you do is fucking complain I’m fucking sick of it.” she spat, she tried to mask the hurt in her voice with the venom in her words. Conrad knew her too well to believe for one second this wasn’t coming from her alcohol fuelled anger. He knew there was something deeper

“Hey, where’s this coming from?” he asked, his voice was a lot softer than hers. Conrad pushed the hair that had fallen in her face behind her ear as she stumbled slightly

“You’re fucking suffocating me!” she said her words were harsh but the look on her face said otherwise. To anyone else it would look like a friend just trying to help his drunk friend but it was so much more. Y/n somehow thought If she made Conrad hate her she could get over him quicker. But of course that’s never the way.

“I'm suffocating you, am I?” he said before wrapping his arms around her tightly as she tried to wriggle out of his grasp. Her once full cup was now discarded on the floor somewhere and the attention of the room was on them.

“get off.” she said, continued to try and fight him off until she soon gave in letting herself fall into his arms as tears begin to roll down her cheeks

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s going on pretty girl?” He asked, she shook her head pushing him away mumbling not to call her that as she made her way outside to the car. She sat in the backseat as Conrad climbed in next to her. “Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”

“Nothing, I'm fine.”

Conrad shook his head “you know as well as I do that’s a lie.” He said his hand came to her cheek to wipe her tears away letting her head rest in his hand.

“I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you.” She mumbled, he knew exactly what she was saying but he needed to hear the real words so he couldn't go off assumptions.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m sick of pretending I’m not in love with you for the sake of belly’s feelings, Bell is like my sister but why should I let her have you.” Y/n rambled as he soaked in her every word. He’d been waiting for so long to heat those words

“You’re in love with me?”

“Ain’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?” He looks at her grinning for ear to ear before just leaning in and kissing her softly

“More like the greatest.”

#conrad fisher imagine #conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher x you #conrad fisher x reader #conrad #conrad fisher #tsitp imagine #the summer i turned pretty imagine #the summer i turned pretty x y/n #the summer i turned pretty x you #tsitp x reader #tsitp #the summer i turned pretty x reader #the summer i turned pretty

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Need You Now

gif credit: @javier-pena

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

summary: when your new life in jackson leaves little time for each other, you and joel sneak away looking for some privacy

words: 3.6k

warnings: 18+, smut, car sex, fingering, unprotected sex, soft joel strikes again

a/n: apologies for this *gestures at the whole fic* i was horny and joel is hot

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You’re surrounded by people, yet all you can focus on is Joel. That’s not unusual. You could be in a room of hundreds and still hone in on his whereabouts in an instant, like some kind of heat seeking missile.

It’s how it’s always been with you two. He’s the heat, you’re the incessant missile. Being together for a few years, you’d think that your draw to him would have lessened slightly. But it just seems to grow stronger with each passing day.

Joel knows it, too. He remains in conversation with Maria and a group of her devoted followers but you can’t miss the ghost of a smirk as he senses your eyes on him. He teases you by bringing the beer he’s holding to his lips, leaving them lingering on the rim much longer than necessary.

Joel finishes his swig, running his thumb gliding across his lips to collect the residual beads of moisture left behind. Asshole. He’s toying with you and there’s nothing you can do about.

As you wander home from the party later hand in hand, you pull him aside. The shadows of the Aspen Trees lining the pathway gives you some seclusion as you press your lips to Joel’s. He grunts in surprise but quickly melts into your embrace. Only the sound of Ellie and Tommy calling your names make you break apart.

You hide for a moment longer as the hunger for each other threatens to overtake you once again. “I need you,” your voice comes out as a whimper.

Joel cups your chin, bringing your face up to meet his. He kisses you quickly, “I know, honey. Soon.”

******

Life in Jackson was peaceful and idyllic but it left a few things to be desired. The biggest problem was the lack of privacy. Tommy and Maria had been nice enough to put you up in their house the past few months. The one they offered you across the street from them needed repairs. All of the unoccupied houses in the community had varying levels of damage that needed to be addressed before you could move in.

They had let you pick out the house you wanted, a truly generous offer that had left you speechless. The last one you had seen was a milled log cabin on the bank of a large pond within the Jackson boundaries. The house was tinier than some of the other offerings but it just felt right. It felt like home.

One look at Joel had told you he felt the same way. The two of you gazed in awe at the cabin that would soon be yours, your arms encircling each other. The peace was broken by Ellie grumbling, “You guys would choose the most ‘old person’ house in town.”

You grinned, used to her saying whatever thought crossed her mind. “What would you expect from two certified old people?” Joel grumbled at being called old but kissed you on the top of your head, pulling you closer.

One arm still encircling Joel, you reached out to Ellie. “Come on. It won’t be so bad. You can decorate your room however you want.” She shuffled towards you, trying to hide how desperately she wanted to be included in the scene of domestic bliss.

“Can I get first pick of rooms, too?” she asked hopefully as she snuck into your embrace.

Joel reached around you to tousle her hair. “Not a chance, El.”

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Your cabin, cute as it is, has a few pressing matters to deal with before it can be occupied. The cosmetic issues have been fixed but the roof is due to be completely replaced and the floor needs reinforcement. While those are finished, you’ve been crashing at Tommy and Maria’s house.

The one free bedroom they have to offer is your current home. The bed is shared by you and Ellie while Joel takes a mat on the floor. Ellie, to her credit, has offered to switch spots with Joel several times. But as she and you both know, he’s too proud to accept the offer. You’re his girls and he won’t have you sleeping on the floor if there’s any other alternative.

The close quarters have, to put it bluntly, put a dent in your sex life. Back in Boston QZ you at least had the privacy of your apartment to sneak away to. There was also no fourteen year old there to cramp your style. You love Ellie to bits but you’ve also never met a bigger cock-block before.

Since you’ve arrived in Jackson it’s been all hushed quickies that you were certain someone would walk in on at any second. Maybe a different person would thrive under that kind of pressure but you want Joel to yourself.

The morning after the party, you’re the first one up, probably because you’re the only one without a hangover. Well, you and Ellie. She’s still asleep, though, too. You decide to make breakfast as a thanks to your hosts. The pancake batter is resting as you begin to crack eggs for omelettes. A pair of arms envelopes you from behind as Joel’s sleepy voice croaks out a ‘good morning’.

You lean back into his chest for a moment, smiling as he hides his head in the crook of your neck. “Coffee’s brewing,” you offer.

“God bless you,” Joel murmurs as he releases you. You giggle as you watch him pour a massive cup and begin sipping without any sugar or cream.

The rest of the household wanders in soon after. Tommy catches sight of you working the griddle and pats your shoulder. “Stay as long as you want,” he grins through a mouth full of barely cooked pancake.

Around the table, the five of you fall into easy conversation. Ellie regales you all with a few of her latest puns and Tommy and Maria share their plans for the day. Eyes fall on you and Joel, waiting expectantly to hear what you’ll be up to. You open your mouth to admit you don’t know when Joel speaks for you. “We need to get some timber for the house. Thought we’d go scout some out.”

Tommy nods, “Good idea. I’ll come with you.”

Joel interjects, “No, you’ve done enough for us already. We can manage this ourselves.” He says it nonchalantly but you don’t miss the way he’s quick to refuse Tommy’s help. “Think we can borrow your truck?” Joel adds.

As Tommy, Maria and Ellie clean up breakfast, you pull Joel aside. “Timber, huh?” you tease, raising an eyebrow.

He grabs your ass, then leans in to whisper in your ear, “Had to find some way to get you all to myself.”

After the house clears, you and Joel prepare for your outing. You don’t know exactly what Joel has in mind but you know from the look in his eyes earlier it probably doesn’t require much in the way of clothing. Sifting through the pile of Maria’s clothes she had offered when you first arrived, you find a red sundress with white flowers dotted on it. It’s completely impractical. But you’ve grown tired of worn jeans and flannels. You want to feel pretty for your impromptu date.

Joel likes your decision too. He whistles in awe as he sees you walk up to the truck. Your face heats as you beam shyly at the approval. You duck into the backseat, stuffing your backpack full of sensible clothes to change into later into the footwell.

Joel grabs you from behind and turns you around, pressing your back against the car. He cages you in, kissing you fiercely. “You trying to kill me with that dress, honey?” he sighs.

You pat his cheek, then push him gently away. “Come on, cowboy. Can’t keep that timber waiting.”

The drive takes you past Jackson security. They wave you through after they hear where you’re planning on heading. Joel has to assure them that you’re fully armed and prepared for stepping outside of the safety of the community.

It’s been awhile since you’ve been past the safety of the walls. You should be nervous but all you feel is anticipation. For the first time in weeks, you have Joel truly all to yourself.

“You wanna tell me where you’re taking me?”

Joel smiles at you, “I saw a clearing by a little lake when we made our way into town last supply run. Think you’d like it.” You can tell he genuinely means it and you smile at him.

“How long will it take to get there?” you ask as you start rubbing his thigh, wandering dangerously close to his belt buckle.

He chuckles, “10 minutes or so. Think you can wait?”

No. You’ve been waiting long enough.

You shrug, face deceptively calm. “Might as well get started without you.”

Joel glances at you, smile falling away as he sees you toying with the straps of your dress. “What are you doing?”

You offer him your best doe-eyed look of innocence. “Nothing, Joel.” The strap of your left shoulder falls and you pull at it more to expose your breast. “Just taking care of myself since you won’t do it for me.” Definitely not teasing you like you did to me at the party last night.

Joel curses under his breath but doesn’t say anything else, his ability to string together a coherent sentence seemingly gone. You smirk as you pull the other strap down, completely exposing your chest. Your hands wander across your skin, paying extra attention to your nipples when you catch Joel side-eyeing you.

Chuckling at his expense, you pull up the hem of your dress. One hand wanders between your legs as the other continues to play with your hardened nipples. Your clit throbs as you rub it and you let out a relieved moan as you reacquaint yourself with the feeling of pleasure. It hasn’t been that long but god it’s felt like forever.

You sneak a glance at Joel and find his eyes trained ahead, knuckles white on the steering wheel. His jaw clenches and relaxes over and over. It gives you great joy to see how much you’re affecting him already.

The prairie fades away and trees begin to rapidly rush past your window. Joel’s doing his damndest to make it to the lake before he completely loses it. He won’t dare pull over a second sooner. It would give you too much satisfaction to win at this little game and he’s too proud to admit defeat.

At first, you play up your pleasure to get more of a rise out of him. But soon, the sighs and moans you’ve been exaggerating become very, very real. You don’t want to cum like this, not without his full attention. But you can’t stop now that you’ve started. Subtly, you slow down the rubbing of your clit and silently urge him to get you to your destination.

After a few more minutes that feel like hours, the car stops. You open your eyes and are met with a sight that makes you briefly forget what you were just in the middle of. The lake in front of you isn’t the biggest but it’s blue like a jewel, the hue bright and clear. It’s gorgeous and you can’t wait to go for a swim.

Joel has other plans at the moment, though. You hear his seatbelt unbuckle and he leans over the console, grabbing the back of your neck to make you focus back on him. Your gaze meets his and you know you’re in for it. His eyes, usually a soft, warm brown have turned almost black. They bore into you as he reaches over with his free hand to start rapidly rubbing your clit.

It’s so much better than what you were doing and you close your eyes, basking in the sensation. Joel stops his fingers and tuts, “You keep your eyes on me or you’re not getting anything.” Usually, you’d think about pouting. But you need him and so you just nod vigorously as he rewards you by beginning to rub again.

You settle in, angling yourself more towards Joel and spreading your legs to grant him better access. With his eyes still locked on yours, he moves his fingers down from your clit and shoves two inside of you. You gasp in surprise as he starts fucking you with them. Joel’s usually the lovemaking type but you’ve teased him too much and he needs to teach you a lesson. A lesson you will enjoy but a lesson nonetheless.

Never once do his fingers stop, aided by the slick you’ve built up on the car ride. Moans are drawn out of you, seemingly of their own volition. Your eyes travel down to gape at the sight of his hand working between your legs but he tightens his grip on the back of your neck. He pulls your face closer to his as he watches you, knowing you’re a goner.

Joel’s fingers curl inside you and you’re done for. You cum hysterically, eyes never leaving his. Joel slows his strokes but continues rubbing lazily at your walls, helping you down from your high. He pulls you gently to him and kisses you, back to sensitive Joel.

Finally, you close your eyes, relishing in your orgasm. Joel doesn’t stop you. You don’t even realize that he’s left the car until you hear your door click open. Still in a haze, you’re lead out of the front seat and ushered into the back. You watch as Joel climbs in to sit next to you and closes the door.

You grab for him, pressing your lips to his. It starts sensual and romantic, then quickly devolves into a sloppy make-out session. Joel pushes you to lay down on the seat so he can climb on top. Instead, you push him back into a sitting position so you can clamber onto his lap.

Joel steadies you while you get into position straddling him. It’s uncoordinated and you smack your head on the ceiling. Imagining how clumsy you must look, you let out a laugh. Joel joins in, caressing your face as you smile at each other.

Once the giggles subside, you take his face in your hands. “I’ve missed you.”

The admittance sobers him and he grabs your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm. “I’m right here, honey. I’ll always be right here.”

It’s amazing how he can always make you feel as giddy as the first time you admitted your feelings to each other. Your heart leaps, fit to burst and all you can think to do is show him how good he makes you feel. Leaning down, you kiss him with as much passion as you can muster.

You could get lost in the feel of Joel but the sound of a muffled moan coming from him pulls you back to attention. Continuing the kiss, you reach down and start undoing his belt buckle. Years of practice have made you an expert at getting him out of his pants in seconds. But it’s been a minute since you two have done this and you’re so excited you find your fingers don’t seem to work.

Joel smirks as he reaches down to help. He undoes his belt but moves his hands aside so you can continue. Reaching down, you slip his cock free and encircle it, beginning to slide up and down at a languid pace. A soft thud brings your eyes back up and you see Joel has leaned back against the headrest.

Labored breathing fills the truck as you press your lips to Joel’s now exposed neck. You suck red marks along his skin that others back in Jackson are sure to notice. Joel curses but grabs your wrist to encourage you to speed up. You do as requested but soon feel a throbbing between your legs. “Joel,” you whimper and his eyes shoot open to see what’s wrong.

He reads your expression and nods, helping to lift you so you can position his cock at your entrance. Slowly, you lower yourself and the two of you groan in unison. The feeling of him and the realization that you can take as long as you want makes your head spin.

But it becomes apparent that this is gonna be a quick fuck too. “I’m not gonna last long,” Joel confesses.

He’s not the only one. Even just staying still with him inside you is making it hard for you to focus. “It’s ok. I won’t either,” you murmur.

Joel grabs at your sides to encourage you to start moving. You roll your hips against him and Joel’s head falls back against the headrest again. Smirking, you continue the pace. The realization hits you that Joel has entirely too many clothes on. Thankfully he’s wearing the denim shirt with snaps you love so much. You rip it open, exposing his weathered chest and lovely soft belly.

Joel comes to, watching in fascination as you bend down to start kissing his chest, leaving marks there for only the two of you to admire later. The roll of your hips stays consistent until you moan when Joel’s cock hits one of the more sensitive parts of your walls.

The sudden snap of his hips makes you stop in your tracks. You look up to meet his lust clouded eyes and recognize that he needs release and he needs it now. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders you bury your face in his neck as he begins to fuck up into you.

Sobs cascade out of you as the pleasure begins to bubble up. They’re muffled into his skin, though. “I wanna hear you,” Joel orders and you nod, leaning back to let your wails fill the truck. They grow louder and more desperate when Joel slows his hips, bringing his mouth to your breasts, sucking on one nipple then moving to the other.

Joel gives one last kiss to each breast, then continues fucking you, hips pistoning up with a fervor you’re not sure he’s had since you’re first days as a couple. Your back arches as you cum, not even able to give him a warning before it happens. You stay that way, paralyzed with bliss as Joel chases after your orgasm.

Collapsing into his chest, you come down from your high as he ruts into you a few more times before spilling his release inside. His cock continues to pulse as he wraps his arms around you. Sighing, you turn your head, pressing your cheek to his chest. His rapid heartbeat soon slows and you lie there for a few minutes listening to its strong pulse. Joel hums a song you don’t know as he rubs your back.

“That’s nice,” you murmur, “What is it?”

Joel answers quietly not wanting to break your little bubble of serenity. “Just something that’s been floating around my head the past few days.”

You straighten up and kiss him. “You’re something special, Joel Miller.”

He looks up at you, a loopy smile plastered on his face. “You’re the only special thing about me, honey.”

A look of incnesed shock flashes onto your face, making Joel laugh. He might not truly believe that there’s nothing special about him but also…he very well could. His confidence and self-worth are maddeningly low for someone who most others would label “the whole package.”

Your thighs tremble from riding him and you long for a nap but you won’t rest until you’ve shown him just how much he means to you. A brush of your lips against his own makes his softened cock, still nestled between your legs, twitch with interest. He may not be as young as he once was but his lust for you never fails.

“Guess I didn’t do a good enough job just now of showing you how exceptional you are. Let’s try again, shall we?”

It takes a few more hours of fucking, interspersed with a brisk skinny dip in the lake, before Joel admits defeat. He concedes that, yes, he is unique, admirable and all of the other complimentary adjectives you’ve bestowed upon him.

The sun begins its descent towards the horizon and it becomes apparent that your day must come to an end. Joel slips back into his jeans and shirt as you abandon the dress to the bottom of your pack in favor of a more practical hoodie and khakis. You’re already going to get enough questions about how you spent a whole day in the woods and yet have no timber with you. Best not to give more fuel to the rumors by showing up in a disheveled sundress.

“So what’s our story for today?” you question, slumping back into the passenger seat.

Joel considers the question as he turns the key in the ignition. “The truth?” he shrugs.

You laugh and shake your head. “Yeah, we’re definitely not doing that.”

Joel puts his arm on the back of your headrest as he looks behind to reverse back onto the drive way. “I’ll take the long way back. Give you some time to think about what you wanna tell them.” You roll your eyes and he puts a comforting hand on your thigh as he drives. “While you’re at it, think of a few more excuses we can use for next time we need a day like this.”

“You planning on this becoming a regular thing?” you tease him.

Joel squeezes your thigh as his eyes crinkle with amusement. “Well, I’m no fortune teller but we will be sharing a house with a very nosy teenager… ”

Oh, right. You’re going to need a whole arsenal of excuses to get some privacy. But the thought of the three of you being a content, little family makes it all worth it.

******

#this fic is craig mazin's fault #he chose to have joel drive a car sexily and i had to do what i had to do #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller #tlou #tlou hbo #allie writes

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how I’ve been, revised

(20/09/2023) (Solar Institute Bulletin No. 22) (From London)

Aftershow quiet in Helsinki

Hey,

I just finished writing you a long letter, catching you up on how I’ve been. It ended neatly, tied with a little bow. I chose my words well, but I didn’t tell the truth. So I’m starting again, gonna type and not look back, and send what comes out.

I’m in London, have been since May. Things feel clear here. I haven’t seen many friends; mostly, I’m alone with my thoughts. I go swimming, I go to work, I walk home or take the train, I eat in my kitchen, I go to bed thinking about what I’m making. I’m starting to miss my friends and family, like a vitamin I’m deficient in. Soon I’ll be going back to New York, and then home.

I’m living with heartbreak again. It’s different but the same. I ache all the time, I forget why and then remember. I’m not trying to hide from the pain, I understand now that pain isn’t something to hide from, that there’s actually great beauty in moving with it. But sometimes I’m sick of being with myself. I eat chocolate to try and manipulate the endorphins, bring back the sweet happiness of Easter morning. I sit in the time machine and wait for it to move, but it hasn’t been invented yet.

My body is really inflamed, it’s trying to tell me something and I’m trying to support it but nothing seems to help and I get frustrated. My gut isn’t working properly, my skin is worse than ever, I’ve gotten sick half a dozen times. I realised earlier this year that listening to my body is hard for me, it’s something I never really learned how to do. I’ve been trying to teach myself that this year, but it’s been hard actually, pretty confronting, has made me fully aware of all the times I ignored it or didn’t give it what it needed, shamed it for a fight or flight response, took a handful of pills and pushed through. The little yellow pill I took every morning for thousands of mornings since I was 15, I stopped taking it 5 days ago. Gonna see how it goes.

I go online and look at everyone. Beautiful people sing to me. Everyone’s gotten really good at the same thing. I look at arched backs and wet flower mouths, the right bag, the right sunglasses. I wonder if it feels as good as it looks, it’s been so long since I chose the best picture from a hundred, lined it up like pulling an arrow taut in a bow, and let it go. Everyone looks very thin. Just thinking that makes me feel tired and far away. I’m not sure if it’s having an effect on anyone else. I keep spending money, wondering if what’s in the package will make me feel right, but I guess I buy the wrong things. I was gonna go to fashion week in Paris, had all these grand plans, but this week I txted my manager and pulled out. At the start of my career I promised myself I’d never be one of the people in the light smiling if it wasn’t real.

Earlier this year, I ate two handfuls of mushrooms, solid doses that tasted like green dirt. I got a lot of information about what my body had been through in our time so far, what it needed, where God was and where God wasn’t; I felt in my bones how destabilising it is to leave home and start a new life the way I did. I also saw that my body is completely magnificent, and that hating it is as futile as hating a tree; that I truly, truly love doing my job, and that my life is like a beautiful tapestry, and every inch of it is precious and has meaning.

It might seem funny or be easy to forget, but I make records because I need to. The songs are spells; a spell to let go of something, a spell to unlock a door. Every time I put something into words just as I see it, set it to the right music, a knot comes loose in me. But it hurts too, confronting the knots. I’ve made enough records to know that this feeling of my skin coming off is part of it. I know I’m gonna look back on this year with fondness and a bit of awe, knowing it was the year that locked everything into place, the year that transitioned me from my childhood working decade to the one that comes next — one that even through all this, I’m so excited for. It’s just hard when you’re in it.

So in this state, I went out on a short European festival tour. We built a cool new version of the show in a couple days. It was good to change gears and get out of my head. I put effort into the show, changing the setlist and arrangements, it was cool how you picked up on that, and it felt good dancing to the new versions with you, looking out at you, all sweaty with your friends, all on the same drugs. I felt the throb of history that’s under this music now, how each year makes these songs feel more like collectively written and sung pieces. I left my body and merged with yours and it was ecstasy. Then I went home to a business hotel and washed the glitter and smoke out of my hair.

Lauren took some beautiful pictures — sharing a few with you here.

Backstage in Portugal.

Cute Polaroid series of the 6pm, 8pm, and 10pm versions of me on a show day.

I’ve read some great books recently, including Drive Your Plow over the Bones of the Dead by Olga Tokarczuk, Speedboat by Renata Adler, Motherhood by Sheila Heti, Rough Translations by Molly Giles (brought into my life by sweet angel bookworm Chris Chang), Birds of America by Lorrie Moore; am waiting on my copies of ĀRIA by Jessica Hinerangi and Te Ana Ata: Menstruation In The Pre-Colonial Maori World by Ngāhuia Murphy. Was given Wawata - Moon Dreaming by Dr. Hinemoa Elder which I’m loving looking to as the Maramataka evolves.

It was Te Wiki o Te Reo Māori last week, I loved listening to this from London. This vid from Hemi showing the similarities between te reo Māori and ʻōlelo Hawaiʻi is so sick.

Been meaning to tell you about The Kindness Institute too, a mental health resource for Māori rangatahi that has recently lost government funding. Go check out the beautiful, necessary mahi they’re doing — I know the cost of living is cooked for Kiwis right now and pop stars asking people to donate sux, but if you work at a good sized company maybe you can wrangle a donation from your employers?! I’m gonna email my record company about it.

Other bits that have inspired lately:

Dieter Rams’ principle of “as little design as possible”. This fantastic interview with Thom Yorke. Maddie’s unbelievably beautiful Melo inspired tattoo.

Loving the beautiful new Troye songs and vids, Kelela’s Raven hitting right on the e-bike rides home, late to the magic of Frou Frou but glad I’m here, and the rest of my brain is M.T. Hadley, this great Te Whanganui-a-Tara based band Womb, and Talk Talk. And for those it concerns, have been pilled by parasocial big cousins Jason and Chris. My mum just sent me a Sylvia Plath poem that feels like it sums up the above, I’ll copy it here:

They thought death was worth it, but I Have a self to recover, a queen. Is she dead, is she sleeping? Where has she been, With her lion-red body, her wings of glass?

Now she is flying More terrible than she ever was, red Scar in the sky, red comet Over the engine that killed her— The mausoleum, the wax house.

Sylvia Plath, "Stings"

Hope you’re taking care of yourself. Don’t worry about me, I still laugh every day, it’s all moving, even when it goes slow. I’ve accepted the mission — I have a self to recover.

Speak soon, E X X X X X

(source: received this email)

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sainzfilm · 1 year

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request: hii can i please request carlos and you have been dating for a few years and he finally propose to you under the northern lights during winter break, thanks 💗

pairing: carlos sainz x reader

a/n: …..ANON YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY wtf this is so romantic i love this and i love carlos sm he’s my everything ok im gonna shut up now. also had to repost because i forgot to put tags and tumblr keeps messing up :/

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"Carlos, wake up!" You exclaimed as you poked his cheek repeatedly, "It's evening now!"

"Amor, 5 more minutes." Carlos groaned as he rolled over in bed, pulling you closer to him, "We have all the time in the world."

"Please," You whined as you squished his cheeks, "I won't give you a kiss if you don't wake up from your nap right now."

Frowning as he opened one of his eyes, Carlos scoffed, "You know you can't resist me?”

"If you don't get up and get ready right now," You shrugged, "Maybe I can. It's the northern lights! We're finally seeing them! C'mon!"

"Ay, fine, amor," Carlos chuckled as he leaned in to kiss you softly before getting up and walking towards the bathroom, "Hold on."

You nodded eagerly as you stood up and followed him, hugging him from behind as he brushed his teeth, "Have I told you how much I love you?"

"Always," Carlos replied, muffled from the toothpaste in his mouth, "And, you know how much I love you."

"Of course," You grinned as you peeked from his side and looked up at him in the mirror, "I don't know how you're not fed up with me all these years."

Carlos raised his eyebrow as he gargled and rinsed his mouth, drying it with a paper towel, "It's a privilege to spend everyday with you, baby."

"So cheesy," You laughed as you pushed him out of the bathroom, "Now, l'll bundle you up so we can be quicker!"

"I love it when you coddle me," Carlos grinned as you wrapped his scarf around his neck and put on his beanie, "Makes me feel safe."

"And that's what you make me feel," You smiled as you kissed his nose and grabbed his hand, "C'mon!"

"Wait, let me grab something, you go ahead," Carlos smiled, "I promise, l'll be quick."

You nodded and put on your boots as you went outside of the cabin to bask in the snowflakes falling around you. Everything was truly magical at this point.

Carlos dug around his suitcase as he grabbed something that you weren't aware about. He knew it was the right time and he wanted to make your trip even more special from what was going to take place.

"See, I told you l'd be quick," Carlos smiled as he closed the door behind him, "Pretty cold, huh?"

"Definitely cold," You laughed as you held onto his arm and leaned in, walking out in the middle of the snow, “You're here to warm me up anyway.”

"Of course," He teased as he wrapped his arm around you, "You think this is the perfect spot?"

Looking around to spot a few other tourists, you nodded and smiled, "Perfect."

Sitting down on the snow in between Carlos legs, you leaned back against his chest and hummed, "Now, we wait."

"Alright, amor," Carlos mumbled as he kissed your temple and held you close, "It comes around unexpected, no?"

"Yeah! That's what most people say,” You replied enthusiastically, "Usually unpredictable at most times."

"Just us taking a chance here, then?"

"Somewhat like that." You nodded and shrugged, "If it doesn't, I'd still be happy because we got to go on a trip after a while."

"We'll have more trips soon, promise," Carlos said as he rested his chin on top of your head, "I'll always make time for you when I can, you know that."

"Ay, I know that, love," You smiled as you intertwined your fingers with his, "I'm g- Carlos, look! It's happening!'"

You quickly stood up on your feet as you looked at the sky above you, in awe of what the universe is capable of.

"It's so...beautiful," You whispered as you admired the sight above, "Just ethereal."

Carlos smiled as he looked at you, "Yeah. Beautiful."

"I have to take pictures, I need to send them over to Lily!" You gasped as you grabbed your phone from your pocket, "She's gonna love it."

Carlos took a deep breath as he shoved his hand inside his pocket for a different reason from yours, grabbing the small velvet box tightly.

"Mi amor, could you turn around? I want to take a picture of you."

"Yeah, of course!" You nodded as you put your phone back in your pocket, turning around to see Carlos down on one knee, "Oh my god.”

"Y/N, mi amor," Carlos smiled lovingly, a twinkle in his eye, "When I met you, you were stubborn. You were this sassy girl that I steered clear of most of the time. But then, remember when Lando asked me to drive you home - we had a great time then, didn't we?"

Nodding, you laughed as you had tears in your eyes, “That was a hostage, Mr. Sainz."

"I think that was the day I opened my heart again. Believe it or not, I'm still shocked as to how we got together," Carlos chuckled as he shook his head, "I'm way too lucky to be with you. You loved me with every bit of your heart."

Bringing out the small box and opening it, revealing a diamond ring, Carlos smiled, "I want to spend every morning with you, every birthday, all the ordinary and special things in life - I want it with you. Year after year."

"So, Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?"

Tears falling down your eyes as you nodded, "Yes."

Carlos grinned as he slipped the ring on your finger, standing up to pull you in for a kiss. You were right, everything was as magical as you thought it would be.

bonus scene!

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carlossainz55 how it started vs. how its going ❤️

i love you yesterday, i love you still. always have and always will. here's to spending the rest of our lives together, mi amor.

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charles_leclerc you finally did it!!! congratulations, mate. so happy for the two of you ❤️

landonorris cheesing so hard right now. happy for you and Y/N, congratulations, brother!!!

lewishamilton cheers, mate!!! 🍾🤍 wishing the best for the two of you

lilymhe take care of my best friend 🥹 congratulations to the both of you xx

scuderiaferrari tanti auguri! congratulations ❤️

sainzupdates OH MY GOD ITS HAPPENING THE BEST COUPLE ON THE PADDOCK

ynupdates THIS IS THE BEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE WE’RE GOING TO GET LITTLE SAINZ’S

yourusername i love you with everything that i am. you’re my forever in this lifetime and through all the lifetimes that i’ll have. 🖤

danielricciardo damn it, Y/N. someone’s cutting onions around here

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ist4rgirlo · 9 months

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Hi are you taking platonic requests? I want one shot Conrad fisher x sister she’s two years younger than him and one day Susannah had to travel for work and reader gets sick and Conrad takes care of her but she’s stubborn and doesn’t like medicine and stuff <3

ONE SHOT !

pairing: conrad fisher x sister!reader || my blog

warning: swearing?? i think that’s all!

requested by: anonymous

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You woke up with an itch at the back of your throat, no matter how many times your tried to clear it, no matter how much water you drank, it wouldn’t go away. You thought that it was just because you forgot to drink water after eating those sweets that Jeremiah gave you yesterday but you were wrong — not until your nose started running.

You are sick, you accepted it when you had a few coughs and there, you also noticed that you were a little warm so that confrimed it.

So you are here, mopping around in your room because you felt awful — you were supposed to go out today — you needed to practice for the deb ball but now you couldn’t because of this stupid fever.

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Conrad’s Pov

It surprised me when I didn’t see y/n in the kitchen — eating god knows what, maybe she’s just out? — probably practicing for the deb ball.

Our mom wasn’t here, she had to travel for work and had to take Jeremiah with her — he was her assistant for this trip. It’s good that I got to stay here in the house, because whenever it’s just me and y/n — it always feels like I’m alone because of how much she goes out.

Just like today — well that’s what I thought. Until I heard someone cough upstairs. She’s here? and is she sick?

Oh today’s going to be a long day. She is awful when she’s sick — she never admits it but everyone knows how stubborn she is when she’s sick, including her. I wish she isn’t.

I went upstairs to check up on her “Hey.. sis. How are you feeling? holy… you look awful” I said, my head peeking through the door.

She coughed before answering me “Wow that truly made me feel better!” she groaned while I winced. Oh she’s sick sick, I am done for! I groaned, I need to go to the deb ball — Nicole is expecting me there!

I sighed — I’m sure they’ll understand if I wasn’t there, it’s just a stupid deb ball anyways.

I went inside her room and opened the window. I walked beside her then I placed the back of my hand against her forehead “You’re warm..” I said before walking away from her.

“Yeah, no shit dude! Why are you here anyways, aren’t you supposed to be with your “girlfriend” Nicole!” she yelled.

“I’m not going to that stupid practice, you need me more so i’m going to take care of you!” I walked out of her room before yelling back.

“SHUT UP! I DONT NEED YOU JUST GO!” she yelled back. I sighed, choosing not to say anything.

I went downstairs and immediately prepared porridge for her. I walked towards the cabinet to grab some medicine for her too. After preparing her food, I went upstairs and went to her room. I walked inside and pulled her chair then I placed it beside her bed.

“Here, I made you food. Eat.” I said holding up a spoonful of porridge near her mouth. She made a face — scrunching her nose. “You sure you didn’t poison it?” she asked.

“I didn’t so eat it and stop talking, it’ll make your throat feel better.” I said, she scoffed — feeling offended “I can do it on my own you know” she said crossing her arms before reaching for the bowl in my hands.

I moved it away from her, telling her to open her mouth “Just let your brother do it okay? I want to take care of you” she just looked at me — not wanting to fight with me anymore because she knew that she wouldn’t win.

After she finished eating, I went and grabbed the medicine that I placed on her side table. She looked at what I was grabbing and when she saw what it was she started gagging.

“What the-“ I whispered — making a disgusted face.

She shook her head violently before putting the covers above her head. “IM NOT TAKING THAT!” she yelled — cutting me off, making me jump — almost dropping the medicine on the floor.

“Its just a pill, it wont hurt you” I said, trying to stay as calm as possible — oh this is going to be a long day. No matter what I say, she still refused to take the pill.

“It’s too big, Conrad! I might choke!” she wailed, I breathed deeply, leaning back on the chair. God please help me.

I heaved another sigh, “You won’t choke, just take it. You’ll feel way better after you take this pill” I said before pulling the cover away from her face — she started yelling so I took the chance and placed the pill inside her mouth and grabbed the water from her side table then poured some inside her mouth.

I heaved a sigh of relief, I looked at her and saw her glaring at me — “Hey! don’t look at me like that, I just care for you okay? I just wanted you to feel better” I said, pushing my chair closer to her bed before patting her head. She just rolled her eyes, she’s such a big baby.

Even though she’s stubborn, I missed taking care of her. I missed being a big brother to her.

She used to always follow me around when she was little. But ever since we grew up, she grew distant which I understand, it was part of growing up. It just feels nice to take care of my sister again.

“Thank you, Connie. For taking care of me” she said looking at me — reaching for my hand, smiling.

“Anything for you, little sis.” I looked back and smiled.

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