#what goes on. its 8am

[prettyboykatsuki]

✮ tags ; fingering, gn + afab!reader, pro-hero katsuki, dirty talk from both parties, semi-public sex (they're in a dressing room), finger-sucking, 18+

✮ wc ; 1.5k

✮ a/n ; it feels like i just got hit over the head with a fucking mallet. i swear im still on hiatus. its seven in the morning. im going to go crazy. the literal spike of adrenaline i got looking at him.

"No way," He snorts, his voice clipped—cocky against the shell of your ear as his hands sneaks against your waist. "This is what gets you?"

A reflexive part of you doesn't want to give Katsuki the satisfaction of a yes. You know how he is. You'd go as far as saying you like it - almost as much as you like him when he's not acting like the center of the universe. But it's undeniable that part of what draws you to Katsuki is the very thing that causing you strife now.

He's complicated. Underlined all that dripping egoism is a real sense of uncertainty - and that part of him is sexy too. The awkward, lovesick gentle man he can be when he wants.

But. But.

Other times, it's his magnetism. Such raw, enigmatic confidence built on experience. Prowess. No amount of complicated can erase or overshadow just how much Katsuki is a pure fire. You normally get boyfriend Katsuki, and he's catty and affectionate with nothing to prove. Soggy and loveable and approachable.

You forget, often, what he can be like when the cameras flash. What the public likes of him. Which is raw sex appeal and sultry eyes and a wicked little grin, wolfish and wanting.

You're not ashamed to admit seeing that turns you on. And it's only worsened to see him bask in it - getting off on the sudden attention

(Your attention, specifically - considering he had been all but indifferent to the awing of studio, only minutes prior.)

"Yeah, it is," You groan, pressing your forehead against his shoulder. Your body shudders responsively to his touch.

There's something rushed about the whole ordeal. Your back is pressed up against the mirror in his dressing room - legs spread with your pants barely unbuttoned. Katsuki is no better, borrowed pants snug on thick, muscular thighs. He laughs a little breathlessly. No less affected than you if the tent in his pants is any measure.

"Aw, what?" He presses, his lips pulled. All canines as he rests his palm over your waistband and doesn't move an inch. "Seeing me in front of all those cameras turn you on?"

You pull away to stare at him and he's grinning. Unusual playfulness steeped and soaked between layers of lust. Your hand reaches for his length, hand cupped around as you grip. He closes his eyes, swears under his breath.

"You look good," You tell him, and you mean it - much more than you've meant anything in the last twenty minutes. He's taken aback by the candor despite asking for it. "You looked so fucking good."

His eyes go lidded as he presses his mouth to yours. He stops teasing, breaching past your pants into your underwear. Your spine curls at the sudden sensation. Brief and unmoving. You can feel how wet you are, feel the way your arousal burns in your core and makes your whole body tight with want.

"You mean that," He says more than asks. His breathing goes shaky and you can feel him pulse in your hands. "Say it. Tell me you want it."

You laugh a little "Want you, Katsuki. Make me feel good, baby."

He groans, once again loosing all composure. You hold onto Katsuki's shoulder as he takes your words like a challenge—the way he takes most things. Everything about the experience is both too much and not enough. You both know it. The energy in the room electric, it's almost harder not to take it all off and fuck him in the middle of his work-day. He has to be back out there in god knows how soon but you can barely keep your legs together without the friction driving you crazy.

He breathes slow trying to maintain his composure- huffs as his fingers press along the folds of your cunt. "You're so wet, fuck," He drops his chin against your shoulder "Never seen you like this"

"You look good when you're all in front of the camera, my love," You huff, an arm around his middle as you draw him close. Your voice is close next to his ear, speaking soft. "A waste you can't fuck me right now,"

There's something like a low growl in his throat when he finally gives you what you. Katsuki knows your body like the back of his hand - every inch of you memorized. Precise, angular movements. He circles your clit a few times before moving down further. You can feel the tight space get tighter, the heel of his hands pressing against your clit as his fingers push past your entrance.

You bite back a moan so broken it's pitiful and he groans with you. He goes slowly at first, tries to ease you into the sensation of his fingers. His are so much thicker and so much longer, noticeable as you feel him stretch your pussy out. He presses the heel of his hand up a little more to give you everything.

"How the hell am I supposed to go out there?" He grits. "Talking to me like that like I'm not about to go back out there."

"I'll let you fuck me as much as you want as a sorry, I promise."

He scoffs at you, makes a point of it as both of his fingers slide into you. He always starts with his middle - feels around for the sweet spot until you're gripping at him harder. After he finds it, he adds his ring finger. He stiffens when you moan, his own arousal starting to show in his face. Red eyes all clouded with desire so deep it could drown.

A honeyed feeling blooms in your core. Burns hot like sugar as you spread your legs to give him more room to you. Your body is so hot, so molten - you give up on everything else. On thinking, on breathing, on keeping quiet. You slump into the mirror behind you as he sets a motion. His fingers curl towards him over and over, rubbing and pushing and grinding against your pulsing core. Against your g-spot, throbbing insides trembling with each gesture.

Your voice breaks out. A deep, needy moan punched from your lungs. He stares at you before ducking into your space. His teeth scrape against the skin near your jaw, kissing and biting and licking. He pays attention to the sweet spot underneath your ear.

"Look at you," He says, like he's gloating. You think he is. If you weren't so aroused you might be able to pay it some mind. "Gonna cum on my fucking fingers, huh?"

"Fuck, Katsuki. Fuck me, fuck."

"I'll make good on that promise, damn tease." He says with a laugh. Biting and cocky and egotistical. Unbearably sexy at the worst of times. It's effecting you more than you care to admit, but you don't have the capacity to pull away from him. "Makin' me do this to you in the middle of my work day like some kinda freak."

"Like it doesn't turn you on,"

He laughs, deep and low. "That's the problem, dumbass."

"Kat," You shudder, your back arching - eyes fluttering closed as you grip his arm. You can feel the way his muscle flexes under your nail, digging into your arm. You groan and whine, cunt clenching around his fingers. It's dripping, noisy as he draws the mess out of you. "Gonna cum."

"Make a mess. Show it to me."

The sound of his voice, gravel coarse and low - is what ends up pushing you over the edge you're sure. Your orgasm crashes into so quickly and with so much force. You barely keep yourself from screaming. Your boyfriend kisses you to swallow whatever other noises you make - seemingly eager to do it. He puts his tongue into your mouth, stifling any other remaining noise.

Your body is pulses, pussy fluttering as shocks of euphoric flit through your whole body and leave you in complete and utter wreckage. Katsuki fucks you through it like the overachiever he tends to be, his fingers highlighting the soft sticky noises of your orgasm as you finish.

Your whole body shakes as a result of your lust. Not entirely gone but at least somewhat tamped down. You let your eyes flutter open as Katsuki pulls his hand away.

Before he can wipe his fingers down, you grab his wrist and pull them up to your mouth. He looks at you startled at first before he realizes, a look of pure lust settling on his features. Carmine red eyes stare down at you hard as you lick your cum off of his hand with a tired smile.

"Take more pictures for me to get off on and come fuck me before we go, okay?"

"Fucking evil little brat." He hisses, kissing you. He moans when he tastes you on him. "Don't think about anything but me while I'm gone."

You shake your head, trying to make sense of anything. "Don't think I could."

He laughs good-naturedly, kissing you again. "Damn right,"

#bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou smut #bnha smut #writing tag #I CANT BELIEVE THIDFHGKJSLDJJGN #what goes on. its 8am

[doodlboy]

Guess who woke up late and will b short on time 4 painting my face ✌️

#im in hell #ma woke me up at 8am for the damn cat but couldn't wake me up an hour ago #i set an alarm but went “nah its fine she'll remember” then she throws my door open and goes “its 11” like??? #what the fuck #anyway im gonna go paint my face now #elliot rambles

[fooltomery]

currently in job limbo where i had a conversation for an interview that basically said "when can you start" & "ok youre hired" but also i have no idea what time im starting and my manager has not and will not call me back

#ive left messages and everything but this dude will not communicate #im scared he found someone else :( #ive faced a Lot of rejection employment wise and im currently Fragile so. i hope i still have the job #im going to go in tomorrow in the morning and be like heeeyyy so whats the issue #i have not received the bg check i do not know what time im starting tomorrow (today) #probably should have figured that out at the interview but neither of us thought of that #i have to wake up at 8am and its 1:30am x-x #like bro communicate PLEASE i need to know whats going onnn #might try calling the store in the morning also. phones have been down but maybe theyre back up? who knows. #i'll get it figured out. i hope it all goes well #cj chatters

[yawneon]

percy will a s/o that’s always sleeping🫶

BLUE - NOISE

a/n : this is so bad 😭😭😭

pairing : in love!percy jackson x hermes kid!reader

summary : in which percy jackson has his best birthday yet.

!!! : praying for more reqs, this one is so cute, i try my best 😞, maybe the plot was the friends we made along the way, unspecified demigod reader, book percy, ooc camp, i wanted it to be rainy in camp so ITS GOINF TO RAIN 🤬, the curse of never being able to write alot returns, THIS IS SO BAD

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

people at camp could’ve sworn there had been a mix up in olympus.

you. an hermes child? what a laugh.

you had to be a kid of hypnos. you slept so much, how couldn’t you? genuinely you couldn’t peel yourself off your bed like ever. everyone in camp knew, you were the person in cabin 11 that won’t get out bed if not needed. alcoholics had alcohol, gamblers had casinos but you… you had something far more worse.

you had the (in your humble opinion) the most comfortable bed in all of camp. sure, it wasn’t a 5 star hotel quality but shit was it good.

and more importantly it was the beds fault that you were oh so tired all the time and you just needed to sleep more than half the day.

everyone else couldn’t care less.. your siblings would just give you a small glance before ignoring you because honestly it was more surprising to see you awake! and trust me when you started dating percy.. did this get worse.

whatever you thought about having the best bed in camp was trampled on and thrown over a cliff edge the moment you laid in percy’s bed.

not only was his bed adorned with comfortable sheets and pillows his cabin was quiet.

-

percy didn’t understand however.

how on earth could you sleep when you have the most handsome and amazing boyfriend in all of the whole universe??

he has whined and frowned at you multiple times but you’ve slickly avoided his dramatics by lathering him up with sweet and sappy comments like “im dreaming of you~” that make annabeth and grover cringe at when he goes and boasts to them.

but today,

today you couldn’t avoid the dread of getting out of bed.

-

you stood at the foot of his bed holding a plate of waffles, blue ones. it was far too early for you, (it was 8am) but it was percy’s birthday. you weren’t going to neglect your boyfriend because gods you would never hear the end of it. so you decided to go against your force of nature and got up to whip up a batch of waffles for him.

despite it being the midst of summer rain pelted down against the hard exterior of cabin 3. it didn’t rain usually in camp, the rain would usually just pass right by but maybe the gods were arguing again and the storm was especially hard this day.

sluggishly you drag your feet to stand beside the bed in which percy sleeping.

you wished that was you.

the plate adorning the blue waffles are set down on his bedside table and you place a gentle hand on his shoulder shaking him. despite your (sucky) efforts he doesn’t stir awake.

you grab his arm now with both hands and you shake him harder than before and finally does he grumble awake.

he looks up at you, confused.

“happy birthday, idiot” you pick up and hold the plate of waffles up so he could see them a tired but sweet look on your face. he sits up on his elbows and a dopey smile appears on his face, a very common smile he shines when he looks at you.

“this all for me?” percy sits up fully now taking the plate from you and he smiles bigger now gaining his full conscious. he pats the empty side of the bed next to him and you basically throw yourself into the white sheets.

despite the innate need to sink further in and take ahold of the sleep thats so desperately trying to drag you down you sit up and watch him. “you’re up, today.” percy teases, his shoulder nudging yours.

“just shut up and eat your breakfast.” you laugh softly amused by his jokes.

he begins gobbling the waffles down, scoffing down the cream on top and cleaning the plate of any remains of food. it was actually very impressive how well he ate all of it.

percy’s eyes trail to the window of his cabin his eyes watching as the raindrops pelt down at the glass and the sound of the rain hitting the walls and roof echo loudly.

-

percy places the plate back onto the bedside and looks out the window. “say aye if your in to stay home all day?” he peeks at you, another dopey smile that you just couldn’t resist is painted on his face.

you didn’t even reply to him, your arm snakes around his collarbone and you basically slump him into bed. you both lay on your back and then percy starts talking.

he always did this. percy would talk and talk and talk while you laid next to him, even if you were asleep he would keep going. just the feeling of having you next to him was comfortable so he would talk about all different kinds of things and today wasn’t any different.

you however wanted to listen to him today but oh geez was it hard.

again it wasn’t your fault that his voice was smooth and calming to listen to even of he was talking about how he fell one time and scraped his knee when he was 7. it was like ypur white noise. you already slept a fuck-ton and having a boyfriend with the most sweetest voice was not helping you.

he held your hand as he laid next to you, his eyes tracing every detail of the ceiling as his fingers dance along your palm. he starts telling you all about how his first quest went. a story you’ve heard over.. and over and over again.

“when i started my quest..” blah blah blah.

your eyes shut and all you could focus on was his voice and the noise of water hitting the window panes. his hand was warm in yours and with his free hand percy pulls the covers over the both of you so only your heads were poking out. he slips his arm under your head and his other hand grabs yours again as he keeps rambling on.

before you could fully drift off you turn into him, you could feel his eyes on you as he watches you shift and his words pause for a moment.

“i love you.” he whispers, hoping that you were asleep. you smile into his skin, a clear sign you were still all there.

“i love you too, happy birthday percy.” you half open your eyes you pull his face down by grabbing his cheeks and you kiss under his eye before moving back down.

percy flashes his signature smile before his story changes from his quest to tell you about how on his 9th birthday his mom baked him a blue cake and how it was awesome. you make a mental note to yourself before drifitng off.

you dreamt of percy that night.

let me rephrase that.

you dream of percy.

you dream of him even though he is yours.

his pretty green eyes, his black hair, his sandy skin on the beach. but more often than not you dream of him like how you are now.

cuddled up beside you, warm under the covers as he tells you about all kinds of things like how he thinks the universe was made.

you dream about him dreaming of you which you know he does (since he tells you).

you dream about the way he wants you despite your sleeping routines, you dream about the way he calls you his sleeping beauty.

yet all those dreams are the reality you live. maybe missing a few hours off of slumber isn’t all that bad when your spending it with the boy you see when you close your eyes.

-

@yawneon

#percy jackson #pjo #pjo series #pjo tv show #percy jackson x reader #percy is cute #i love him

[elexaria]

religious!johnny mactavish x afab! reader smut bc i said so

ONE LAST POST I SWEAR and then i will sleep except not rlly bc its 8am and i have to get ready for a virtual meeting RRR

ANYWAYS.

cw — afab! reader, nothing too spicy, foreplay, pnv, religious corruption ig?? idk, johnny is just too damn horny for his own good and hes a good christian boy n all but…. pussy go brr

johnny had always been devoted to his faith, going to church with his wee grandma ever since he could walk n talk. swears to himself and the big man in the sky when he came of age that he’d wait for the one, he’d save himself for marriage as god intended him to do.

you were agnostic at best, but that was fine to him. you respected his faith, you even attended church with him when he occasionally goes! a loving, supportive partner — that’s all he could ever ask for.

well, not really.

see, you’re so damn pretty. such a pretty thing, all snuggled up in the crook of his arm as you two lay in bed, watching a movie before you’ll eventually go to sleep. he told you from day one that he wants to wait until marriage, it’s important to him. and you respect that! you do occasionally find yourself pouting whenever your friends gloat about their sex lives, and you just kinda have to go “ahahaha yep, still haven’t gotten fucked by johnny yet. still ain’t married—“ awkwardly, and they playfully tease you about it but they don’t care. you’re in the most healthiest relationship you’d ever been in, they love him!

but i digress. his fingers gently stroke along the length of your arm, as they always do. he’s a bit of a fidgety fella, it’s the ol’ adhd, he tells you. so his fingers dance around the fabric of your tshirt, the texture is satisfying to the pads of his fingertips. the movie continues on, and you giggle at a snarky quip someone makes. it makes his lips twitch up into a small grin, the sound of your giggle. his fingers are still absentmindedly touching around, and that’s when he accidentally grazes your boob.

and oh my god.

wait, what? it’s nothing like he’d ever felt before— he slyly looks down at you, to see if you’ve caught on. and with another sneaky swipe, that confirms it. his blood is running hot, and my god he can no longer concentrate. two fingers run across the swell of your breast from underneath your tshirt, you shiver as you look up at him. and god, you had never seen him look like that before. flared nostrils as his breathing grows heavy, his jaw clenched. “johnny—“ you mutter as he now begins to slowly paw at your soft breast, and it makes you whine at how good it feels to be touched like this.

"it's no like we're daein' anything serious here, aye? just some light pettin'." johnny justifies to himself as he mumbles into the crook of your neck as his hand darts under your shirt, groaning at the soft mounds of fat that jiggle with each grope. how much you whine and gasp as he pinches a peaked bud between his fingers. his cock is rock hard, screaming for attention. but he stops, borderline panting as he looks down at you. he looks guilty, but he has to restrain himself. he’s saving himself for marriage, remember?

you shyly scuttle off to the bathroom to finish yourself off, the tap running to hide the obscene squeals you make as you sit on the bathroom floor, one hand pressed over your mouth while the other rubs intricately tight circles around your throbbing clit. meanwhile, johnny’s stroking his cock just from the thought of what had just happened, groaning as he spills himself into a tissue.

he swore he would keep his virginity in tact for when you two finally got married.

"i'm savin' masel' for marriage, ye ken." he mutters as his fingers stroke the glistening folds of your puffy cunt, sucking the air through his teeth as his fingers coax every last tantalising moan from you as he fingers you, your hands wrapped around his cock as you mutually pleasure one another.

“it’s no sex,” he justifies to himself as you suck his cock, eyes half-lidded as one hand cups the base of his shaft, the other cupping his swollen, full balls with a wanton gaze in your eyes. “fuck, ye have no idea whit yer daein’ tae me.” he growls, fucking into your mouth slowly as his cross pendant thumps against his hairy chest with each buck of his hips.

“it’s just the tip, yeah?” as his heart races, his swollen tip rubbing into your clit, and you swear you’re fit to burst when just the tip, like he promises, slowly sinks into your pussy. he grips onto the pillows besides your head, his eyes glossed over as he tries so hard not to cum right then and there. his breathing is rugged, his pupils narrow as he slowly sinks himself deeper inside you. you both moan together, sweat glossed foreheads pressed against one another as you two join in a debauched union.

“fuck me— ye feel fuckin’ divine.” he growls as he pulls out, slamming his hips right into you with a snarl. “gonnae cum so fuckin’ fast, baby girl. fuck, look at ye.” he says between rugged breaths, eyes bearing right down at you as you tighten and pulse around his cock, eyes fluttering as you cum right then and there. fuck, the wait— or lack there of it — was worth it. with a couple of lazy, sporadic thrusts, johnny spills himself inside you with a primal roar, his knuckles white as he grips the sheets while your velvety vice of a pussy milks him of every last drop of the thick ropes of cum churned from his now drained balls.

in the haze of it all, johnny groans as he pulls out, his eyes fixated on the sight of his cum dripping out of your puffy cunt. his fingers crook up into you, gently pumping his essence right back inside of you. “better have a wee chat with the big man upstairs about this. fuck, no that i could resist this. christ, look at the sight of ye.” he chuckles, his thumb grazing against your swollen clit with an affectionate smile.

“i mean, fuck me, am gonnae marry ye so fast if it means i get tae do this all the time.”

#elexaria writes #cod x reader #john soap mactavish #soap smut #soap x reader #soap mw2 #soap cod #johnny mactavish #soap mactavish x reader

[matchingbatbites]

Inspired by this post by @callmeloverr This wasn't what I planned on doing tonight but oh well

When Steve pulled up to Family Video for his 8am shift, he had expected a few things. The dark, closed store, maybe some trash on the sidewalk he'd have to pick up or be bitched at about, you know, normal things to expect for the opening shift.

He hadn't been expecting to see Eddie Munson sitting up against the side of the building with one hand shoved into the overnight return slot. The guy looks half asleep, although he jerks fully awake when Steve closes his car door a little louder than normal.

"You know," Steve starts, smiling as he approaches the other man, "most people drop off their movies without sticking their entire hand into the slot. Just for future reference."

Eddie flushes and scrubs his free hand over his face, and Steve just barely hears something about hands and tight spaces before the man says "Look, this is so fucking embarrassing, but I've been stuck here since last night and I really want to go home and sleep. Are you gonna help me or what, Harrington?"

Steve hums and crosses his arms. "Normally when you want something from someone, it helps to be nice to them, Munson. Why don't you try a 'please' and we'll see how I feel after that?"

He watches as Eddie rolls his eyes heavily before looking up at Steve from under his lashes. Steve's heart skips a beat under the full force of big, brown, puppy dog eyes - an established weakness that Dustin loves to exploit - and it only gets worse when Eddie says "Please, Steve? I've been stuck out here for so long, can't you please help me out?"

Fuck, now Steve is the one blushing.

He turns to unlock the door, hoping to hide the red he knows is covering his cheeks and ears, and he slips inside to the sound of Eddie's indignant "Steve? Hey!" Steve ignores it and goes to the drop off box, unlocking it with the key and opening it to reveal Eddie's stuck hand.

"Hang on, don't get your panties in a bunch," he says, grabbing Eddie's hand and coaxing it to relax from the fist it's currently curled into. He hears Eddie's soft "Oh," as the hand unclenches, and says "I think your rings are keeping you stuck, I'm going to take them off, okay?"

When he gets the OK from Eddie, he starts slipping off the rings one by one. It feels intimate in a way, as Steve devotes his attention to each ring as he pulls it off, and he wonders if Eddie feels the same way. He wonders if anyone else has done this for Eddie in a different setting, takes the thought I wonder if he leaves them on during sex and shoves it into a dark corner.

There's always been something about Eddie, something that made Steve curious, made him question himself during the darkest parts of the night. He feels the full brunt of it now as he kneels on the floor of the Family Video, slender fingers wrapped in his own and unfamiliar metal weighing heavy in his palm.

Steve tries to focus on the task at hand - take off the rings, get Eddie unstuck - even as he finds himself distracted by Eddie's fingers. They're shorter than his own, and a little skinnier, and they're rough and calloused in certain spots. Something about Eddie playing guitar flickers in the forefront of Steve's mind, and he thinks he'd like to see that, to watch these fingers glide over the instrument with an expert touch.

He expects Eddie to pull away when the last ring is gone, but he doesn't. The hand stays in Steve's, and Steve can't help but to brush his thumb over Eddie's knuckles as he pushes away the brief thought he has of brushing his lips over them instead.

Steve swallows hard and gives the hand a gentle squeeze before releasing it as he says "Try- uh, try it now." Eddie's hand slides free from its prison and Steve doesn't move from his spot until he hears the bell on the door chime.

He turns to face Eddie and genuinely prays that his own face isn't as pink as the other man's as he holds out the rings. "Uh, here you go," he says lamely, and Eddie gives a soft "Thanks," as he takes them and slips them back on.

They stand there for a moment, the air between them a little awkward until Eddie jerks his head towards the door. "I'm gonna, uh, head home. Get some sleep. Thanks for helping me out, Steve."

"Yeah, it was no problem, Eddie," Steve replies, smiling when Eddie's face gets pinker, and the man nods once before heading out the door. Steve watches him go for a moment before he catches himself, and he shakes his head quickly to get his thoughts back in order.

He goes to start his opening duties, trying his best to put brown eyes and slender fingers out of his mind, but it's only a few minutes later when he hears a thunk from the return box, and he goes over to it, curious.

Sitting on the stack of returned tapes is a little ball of paper, and when Steve unrolls it, one of Eddie's chunky, silver rings falls into his palm. On the paper is a slightly rushed phone number along with a 'Call me tonight?' and Steve grins. His day is shaping up to be better than he expected.

#steddie fic #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #this feels kind of ooc but i dont caaare #if you saw this earlier no you didn't #joey writes #ficlet

[chrollohearttags]

cherry i’m not tryna increase ur workload but all the characters in the reverb universe so full of life 😭 idk i’d like to see like a small time stamp drabble series of a day in the life of them whether its ur ocs or the others KDKAKSK

bae omg not at all!!! 😭😭 I appreciate u sm. You know I love any excuse to write for those fools shkshs 🫶🏾 I REALLY love this idea too!

EJ: he starts his day depending on how his night before went! If he had a good session and turned in fairly early, then he’s up around 7AM. He showers, does his whole morning routine (shaving, doing his hair, the works. He’s in their for a hour). He’ll go for a run or workout..shower AGAIN. Then he gets breakfast (courtesy of his housekeeping or his sweetheart (y/n) and then he’s off to the studio. That’s around 12PM or so. He has his home ones but also one downtown so he’ll meet with people there. He tries to knock out at least a project a day. Whether that’s someone else’s works or his own music. He sometimes has meetings with AMG, appearances on shows, interviews, etc and gigs per his lovely manager. He’ll head out around 6 or 7, get back home and he’ll have dinner with (y/n). They’ll go out if it’s their date night or just stay in. Honestly, that’s the highlight of his day! Being cuddled and laid up with his girl.

Jean: Mr. Kirschtein loves his rest so he starts his day around 9PM. Mika is an early bird so she’s out of the house long before that. He gets his morning routine out of the way before heading into the office. Whilst he’s working on his new album, he’s taking sort of a backseat approach so he helps out with auditions, organizing album layouts, writing music and just overall mentoring new artists. He gets there around 10:30 or so and heads out around 3. It’s then that he heads to his home studio to practice with his band because they still have tour dates coming up. They go at it for a few hours, fine tuning their setlist for an upcoming show. He gets in an hour long workout (bc we all know he has to look his best on that stage while he’s up there being a s-l-u-t). He usually finishes up his day around 10 or 11 and then it’s time for bed.

Armin: well after he’s crawled out of the pile of women and liquor bottles from the night before, he does get down to business. He does a lot of producing, DJ’ing and club promoting so he gets the privilege of starting his day a lil later. He’ll head to one of the ritzy lounges downtown for brunch and often times with one of his pieces of arm candy by his side. While he’s enjoying mimosas and egg Benedict, his assistant is getting his schedule together. His interviews, his gigs for that evening and any other ventures. (not to mention canceling his fifty million dates he’s promised!) Armin is out at allll hours of the night so if he’s DJ’ing/promoting, he may arrive around 11PM and be there until 3 or 4 in the morning. Drinking and turning up the whole time.

(Y/N): My girl staaays booked and busy! Up around 6AM for a workout and morning routine. Comes back from the gym or in home one around 8AM to do her hair and makeup. Often times, her and Eren are meeting one another and they’ll have breakfast together before heading out. Sis does a lot of influencing (obv) work so she’ll film content for a few hours for TikTok and Insta. Reviews on clothes, makeup, hair, etc. depending on what was sent for the week. Mikasa will normally tell her what her gigs are for the week and helps her stay on schedule. Around 1 or 2PM, she’s meeting up with her girls for pole practice. They’ll usually do a live showing their routines and put together their sets for a show. If they have a concert they’re doing, they’ll get to the venue around 6 or 7 to run through their choreography and then once the concert is over, they head out for the night and sis goes right home to relax with a warm bath and her big teddy bear of a husband.

#cherry’s asks 🍒 #aot x black reader #black fem reader #musician x influencer au #aot au #musician au #eren x black reader #armin arlert #jean kirschstein #might do a part 2 for this #black reader #eren x black fem!reader #snk drabble #snk imagines #snk headcanons #musician #mikasa ackerman #eren headcanons #jean headcanons #armin headcanons #queued posts #queued post

[aothotties]

Drunk Texting

Heyyyyy! Im Rachel, the other half of AOTHOTTIES. Like she said this is very much 18+ so minors DNI :)

I hope you enjoy this fic about your ex, Connie drunk texting you :)

CW: NSFW, oral (f. receiving), lil bit of overstimulation, pet names (daddy,papi,mami,baby, etc), creampie <3

also all the stuff in italics is flashback :)))) & there is a tiny crumb of Spanish in this cause Connie is literally Dominican idc.

Bitch fucj yoi

I hat evrythif about u 

Baby plse i muss you sm

I nevrw ment the things isaid to you

Fine syipid bitvh dont reply i literlt dont care 

Thats why i fckd spooo many bitcjes since i lefy your sorry ass

Y/N please answer me

You stared blankly at the multiple texts you received from your ex, Connie. You knew he was drunk, it seemed to be the only thing he did since you broke up. Messages like this were a common occurrence at this point.

Constance, get a fucking grip please 

You get a gril. You mak me sivk

Im begging you to get yourself together 

Shut up

I missyou sobmuch

Y/N im sorry

You’re fucking pathetic

Mami….

Turning on DND, throwing your phone to the opposite end of the couch you decided you were done with this sorry ass conversation. This was every fucking day. Connie spends the morning completely unbothered by you but by nightfall, an influx of jumbled messages that get progressively worse as the night goes on. If you're lucky you'll get a 10-minute-long voicemail that ranges from sweet words of him expressing his love to you all the way down to him cursing your name as he explains how much he hates you. You understood the apologies and the million i-love-yous, you deserved it. You were the best thing to ever happen to him and you both knew it. It was the anger and hatred that got to you. It didn't hurt your feelings, but it pissed you off. How could he be angry when he's the one in the wrong? He was the one that hurt you and he didn't deserve to be angry, you did. 

“Why the fuck are YOU angry, dickhead. You make me so fucking mad”, you mumbled to yourself as you thought about the day you broke up

“Baby, text my mom and let her know i’ll meet her at the airport at 8am and remind her not to forget my passport this time. And do your best to say it in spanish you know her ass can't speak english”

You were sad your man was leaving you to go to DR but his grandfather had passed and he was going to his funeral and to spend time with his family. His parents invited you to tag along but you weren't able to get the time off work at such a short notice. 

“Ok so i tried my best but i promise you she probably will know its me trying to speak spanish”

You laughed as you placed his phone back on the charger next to you. He shrugged his shoulders and chuckled and he continued playing his game as you sat next to him watching him lose for the 3rd time

His phone dinged next to you. You picked it up assuming it was his mom, but it was from an unsaved number.

“ what she say?” he asked also thinking his mother had responded

“It's not her it's just a random number”“Who is it?”

“I don't know I'll look”

Papi, te extraño.

Y extraño el bicho que me diste la ultima vez

Your heart dropped into your stomach. You didn't speak Spanish, but he had taught you enough to understand exactly what was happening. You couldn’t believe what you were reading as you felt tears well up in your eyes. Before you could even speak another message came in. a picture of her ass in the smallest thong you’ve seen with “Connie ❤️” tattooed on the cheek. At this point you couldn't stop yourself from crying.

Remembering seeing that image on his phone brought you to tears. “Dirty cheating bastard” you mumbled while you got up to wash your face in the bathroom. You kept replaying that moment in your head no matter how much you hated it, it was a day you'd never forget.

“Connie what the fuck? Are you serious?” yelling as you tossed his phone at him. He paused his game and shot you a confusing look then you watched as a guilty look washed over his expression when he looked at the phone

“Mami please, i can explain”

“Nah. save it. Get all your shit and get the fuck out”

You unplugged his xbox and removed it from your dresser. You tore through every drawer grabbing anything that was his and tossed it directly at him 

“Y/N please listen to me. It's not what it looks like Y/N i promise you. Baby please, look at me, please listen”

His words went in one ear and out the other as pain boiled over into anger and rage. The closet contained most of his things and you yanked the door open and began tearing all his clothes off the hangars, some ripping in the process

“Oh my god, Y/N you have to hear me ou – “

“I don't have to hear shit” you cut him off not wanting to hear another word out his mouth. “What can you even tell me right now? You're just going to explain something I can clearly see. There’s some bitch in DR you fucked when you stayed with your grandparents over the summer. Right now, she's eagerly waiting on you, missing the dick you gave her last time.”

Connie looked shocked and sad at the same time. He’s never seen you so angry before, you've always handled your emotions so well but this was the first time seeing you completely blow up

“Oh you thought i wouldn't understand what she said?” you laughed in his face. “ i know enough to see you're a piece of shit, get your shit off the fucking floor and get out connie” you tried to walk out but he grabbed you and pushed you against the wall

“No Y/N let me explain,please” tears ran down his cheeks as he begged you to listen. You tried to squirm out of his grip but he was too strong

“ i don't want to hear –”

“No please listen”

There was no escaping his grasp and you found yourself stuck listening to what he had to say.

You stared at your pathetic expression in the mirror as water trickled down your face. Could you really be here crying over a cheater? Was it seriously still affecting you after 5 months? Defeated, you slid down the wall in the bathroom and pulled your knees to your chest. With your face buried in your hand the tears began spilling as you continued to relive one of the most heartbreaking moments of your life 

“Y/N i know it looks bad but this is a misunderstanding”

It made you sick just looking at him. A cheating piece of shit staring down at you trying to make up some lies to get him out of the situation. If it wasn't for him having you pushed up against the wall you would have walked out, not even caring to listen.

“Look ok, we broke up that summer, remember? And I was kind of upset, so  my uncle decided to take me out to clear my head and I met her at a club. Y/N i don’t even know her real name. She goes by a nickname and I never even talked to her enough to find out – “ he was interrupted by you getting even angrier than before.

“So you don't even know this bitch? You just stuck your dick in the first person you saw when you got there? And don't give me that “we broke up” bullshit, Connie we talked the entire summer you were there and you know this. You called me every day to tell me how much you miss me and couldn't wait to come back so we can work on ourselves, just for it to be lies. You obviously didn't miss me enough to stop fucking around.”

“This was before that, it was when I literally first got there. Before I called you that one night, remember when I called you and we spent the entire night on the phone? That's when we started talking again. I had met her before that night and it was dumb but yes, I slept with her. But it meant nothing baby i promise you”

He started crying again as he was explaining what happened. You felt nothing while watching him fall apart in front of you. Even though he was practically falling to his knees there was something in your gut that made you feel like this was so much deeper that what he tried to make it 

“It was still  wrong, connie!” ,you found yourself screaming at this point, “if you KNEW you were on the island fucking with someone why would you even call me again? You knew exactly what the fuck you were doing!”

“Y/N, please listen, it was nothing. It was a stupid summer fling –”

Just like that..he told on himself. The situation he tried to pass off as a one-time quick fuck was actually a long term fling that lasted the entire time he was on vacation. 

In that instance you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces. Tears began flooding from your eyes and you barely found the strength to whisper, “so it happened more than once?”

He swallowed hard before responding, “Yes Y/N, it did. And I know we were still talking but we still weren't technically together so i didn't think it was wrong. And she got the tattoo without even telling me, okay? She made it more important than what it really was. And when I came home I never spoke to her again. I can show you the messages i do not talk to this girl. I'm not even sure how she knows I'm coming again.”

With every word he spoke your heart broke more. He wanted to dismiss the situation and downplay it. This was obviously more than a summer fling to her and he must have given her reason to believe so. Connie was the love of your life and you never expected him to do something like this. You knew he was the one when you first met him. He treated you better than anyone ever had and no matter the ups and downs he was patient with you. He understood you were constantly at war with yourself, but he always calmed your storm and brought silence to your chaos. Yet here he was, standing in front of you, trying to justify infidelity. Anger arose in you again and you felt rage you've never felt before.

“Get your sorry ass out!”, you screamed as you slapped him across the face. He clenched his jaw and balled his fist and for a split second you though he was going to hit you back. But then he released the tension in his body and dawned a cold demeaner

“You know what Y/N, fuck you. And fuck this relationship. You're trying to make me the bad guy for acting single when i was….single. And as I'm here in front of you apologizing trying to show you that it was nothing, you act like the hard headed bitch you always are. I can't keep dealing with your bullshit, Y/N. so ill gladly get the fuck out because truthfully i fucking hate you.”

He grabbed your hand and slipped the ring off your finger then he turned to walk out of the closet as you stood there shocked. He had never spoken to you like this in the 4 years you were together. You had so much to say in that moment because how could he have the audacity to be angry right now, but you were unable to speak. You stood, dumbfounded, as you watched him grab his keys and walk out the door.

After that you didn't hear from him for 2 months straight. He reached out to you to genuinely check on you but in those months you had begun to heal and love yourself. You started therapy and worked closely with her to get over what he said and done. When you ignored the first message the angry, drunk, message started. 

You continued to sob on the floor. In these 5 months you gained so much strength, but you still had nights like this. Your broken heart still lingered no matter how much you thought you were over it and him. Every part of you still loved him and you wished you never saw the messages that day. You'd be married to the love of your life if you didn't. But instead of a happy life with him you were sitting on a cold floor crying so hard it was difficult to breathe. You decided to indulge in his coping mechanism. You pulled yourself up off the floor and went into the kitchen. You swung the freezer door open and grabbed the bottle of crown peach, it was his favorite and you avoided drinking it so as to not remind yourself of him. But you felt different tonight. In some sick way his favorite liquor made you feel as if you still had a part of him with you. The smooth liquor burned as you drank it straight from the bottle. As the liquor began coursing through your body you had an urge to text him. It was your turn to send the angry drunk texts and give him a taste of his own medicine. 

As you feverishly typed you heard your front door unlocking. Your best friend had a spare key but it wasn't like her to show up unexpected. You shrugged it off and locked your phone, taking her surprise visit as a sign you should just leave him alone. You heard footsteps through the hall that grew louder as they approached the kitchen. You turned to greet her but was shocked at the sight before. Connie, with bags under his eyes, was standing right in front of you, looking at you as if he’d seen an angel.  A few seconds of silence had passed as neither one of you knew what to say. A small part of you wanted to run into his arms, kiss him and tell him how much you missed him. But he cheated on you and told you he hated you. And he had to leave your house immediately.

“Connie leave. I forgot you still had your key, but you can leave it on the counter before you go”

There was no feeling in your voice and no expression on your face. You couldn't show him your hand and he had to believe you were over him. He started walking closer to you with tears pooling in his eyes.

“Y/N, i missed you so much. I'm sorry for barging in like this but I just had to see you.” words were spilling out of his mouth and he walked closer, “I'm a piece of shit okay? I know what i did was fucked up and not a day goes by that i don't regret it but baby i promise you she was nothing. I was wrong for being with her while promising you we’d get back together and I feel like such a dick. I hurt the only person I've ever loved and I'll never forgive myself for that but Y/N i can't stop loving you. I don't deserve it but please forgive me, please tell me you still love me as much as you did before this”, he sobbed, “i don't want to be with anyone else. I want you to marry me, Y/N. you're supposed to be my wife, we’re supposed to spend the rest of our lives together.” He reached in his pocket and pulled out the ring he had given you before. He grabbed your hand to put it on your finger but you pulled away. At this point you were crying too. Those are words you wanted to hear this whole time. You spent many nights crying into your pillow wishing he’d call you to say that exact same thing to you. You wanted to take him back but you knew better than to give in

“How can we be together again, Connie?”, you spoke through tears, “I'll never be able to trust you again. You broke me, and I don't know if I can forgive you.” 

He grabbed your hands, fell to his knees and looked up at you as he pleaded, “Y/N please! I need you, I can't go on without you. I'll apologize every day for the rest of my life so you’ll forgive me, mami please I'm so sorry. I never meant the things i said to you before i left, i could never hate you, mami, you're the love of my life. The drunk texts were stupid, and all lies. I haven’t been with anyone since you because I can't get you off my mind. Please, please give me another chance, baby i promise i wont fuck it up this time. Please, I'll do anything to get you to forgive me” his sobs were uncontrollable as he begged for your forgiveness.

You looked down at him as he begged and cried. Unsure if it was the liquor in you or the lack of dick since he left but you became aroused at the sight in front of you. This man looking so pathetic on his knees, crying and begging for you to be with him again made a pool of wetness form in your panties. You stepped closer to him until his face touched your pelvis and you quietly thanked yourself for not wearing pants. 

“Anything?’ you seductively asked. Connie grabbed your hips to pull you closer as he took a deep breath of your scent. A bulge formed in his pants as your sweet smell filled his nose. He began kissing your clothed clit. A soft moan escaped your lips from the pleasure and was in this moment you realized how much you missed having his face between your thighs. His tongue darted out of his mouth and he licked your cunt through your panties. You whined, desperately wanting to feel his tongue again.

Connie grew hungry and couldn't bother to take your panties off. He moved the soaked fabric to the side and attached his mouth to your swollen clit. You let out a high pitched “baby” as the pleasure consumed you. His tongue licked from your hole up to your clit then back down. He continued this as your moans grew louder. The sound of your wetness echoed through your kitchen and Connie's dick pressed hard against the fabric of his pants that were now wet from his precum. 

He started to fuck your hole slowly with his tongue and you moved you hips up and down, grinding yourself on his face. Connie knew you loved this and knew it would bring you to your peak.

“Mm papi, just like that. please don't stop” you begged as your budding orgasm came close to the edge. “Cum for me mami, right in my mouth," he responded between licks. You put your leg over his shoulder for balance as you drew closer to your climax. His hands squeezed your thighs as your cunt clenched around his tongue, he knew from that alone you were about to cum for him. “Fuck baby, im cumming ah –” you shivered as your cum spilled into his mouth. He licked your juices making sure to not waste a drop.

He stood up and crashed his lips on yours. Connie kissed you as if it were the first time, the passion was tense between the two of you. You missed each other and your bodies missed each other too. He grabbed your thighs and lifted you up. He started kissing the spot on your neck that he knew would make you melt. You threw your head back and moaned his name, knowing that would awaken the beast in him. He carried you to the room you once shared and laid you on the bed. You spread your thighs as he crawled between them. You could feel his dick pressing on your core and started grinding on him. 

“connie , i need it” you panted, grinding on him even faster.

“Un uh mami, you know you have to give me another one before i fuck you. Don't act like you forgot the rules”

He lifted your shirt and kissed from your neck to your chest. He brought his lips to your left nipple and pinched the right then switched to ensure they both got love. He planted kisses down your abdomen until he reached your cunt. He removed your panties wasting no time before latching again to your now sensitive clit. 

“Fuck mami you taste better than before. I missed tasting your sweet pussy every night” 

“ i m-missed squirting - mmm - on your face” you brokenly responded through your moans. You passed your fingers through his short silver hair, instinctively pushing his face deeper into your pussy. 

The overstimulation from his mouth was too much. “Connie baby! Too much – daddy please!” tears ran down your face as you squirmed under him. Your thighs tried to close to escape the stimulation, but he pinned your thighs to the mattress, “you can do it mami, one more time, just for papi. Can you give me another, princess?”, he slid his fingers in your cunt and curled them to hit your g-spot. His mouth found its way back to your clit as he finger fucked you harder. “Papi, ‘m gonna cum again” your body began shaking and your climax washed over you. You squirted on his face and he lapped it up as it spilled out of you. “good girl” he whispered as he came back up to kiss your cheek.

He slid off the bed and dropped his pants, taking his boxers down with them. Your mouth watered as you watched his dick spring out from its confines. He crawled back on top of you and lined his tip with your entrance, soaking it with your slick.

“Baby please don't tease” you begged as he rubbed his dick up and down your folds. Pleasure overcoming him, he slid into your cunt, sighing at the feeling of you clenching around his length. 

“Diablo, mami” he groaned as he came down to kiss you. He slipped his tongue in your mouth and deepened his strokes. You felt his tip hitting your cervix causing you to jump at the feeling.

“connie – fuck right there baby you're hitting it just right” you whined.

Hearing you say those words drove him insane. He picked up his pace and began bullying his dick into you. Your moans turned to slight screams and his groans grew louder.

“Oh mami”, he sighed, “i missed this pussy so much. You feel so good on my dick.”

Your walls began spasming as you reached your third orgasm for the night. Your hand clung to his back leaving scratches. Connie was fucking into you like a wild person. The look in his eyes was feral and the only thing on his mind was how good you felt taking his cock.

“ ‘M cumming papi, ah-, mm cant take it baby'.  you were a mess, tears staining your face, drool pooling on your chin. Your fucked out expression brought connie to his peak.

 “I'm gonna cum inside you baby. You want that? You want to feel me cum inside that tight little pussy?”

“Yes, cum inside me please baby, wan’ to feel your cum inside of me”

He groaned loudly as he came deep inside of you, hot ropes filling you to your brim. He slid himself out slowly and stared at your cunt, watching his sticky cum spill out of your fucked out hole. He rolled off and laid next to you. He pulled you to his chest and wrapped his arms around you

“ i really am sorry Y/N for everything” he said while tracing circles on your back

You grabbed his jaw and turned his face towards you then planted a sweet kiss on his lips.

“I know baby. Lets work on us, i want to be with you forever.” you whispered as you broke the kiss

He swallowed the lump forming in his throat and closed his eyes to stop his tears from falling.

“I love you”, he whispered.

“I love you too” you responded as you drifted off to sleep with the love of your life

#aot #aot smut #connie springer #connie x you #connie x reader #connie x reader smut

[wandasfifthwife]

Lara Croft | SFW ALPHABET

paring: Lara Croft x fem!reader

summary: what the title says

tw: established relationship, some hurt/comfort (mentions of arguments and breakups), fluff

a/n: hi!! hope you enjoy this and have a great day <3 ITS NOT PROOFREAD, so excuse any spelling/grammar errors lmao

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Lara is a, ‘discreet affectionate person.’ She’ll showcase it through gentle gestures like checking in on you.

She’s naturally very independent, so she’s not going to be clingy. She’ll show her love for you in small ways through acts of service and quality time (which are both less obvious love languages).

B = Best friend (How would the friendship start?)

She’s an introvert, so it’ll take a bit for her to warm up. It would take a while for a solid friendship to bloom. A friendship with her would have to happen from consistent interactions that show you’re able to be trusted.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

She enjoys holding you close before bed. She would prefer to be the big spoon so she can hold you close into to her chest.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

She’ll want definitely want to settle down in the near future. Lara quite literally knows how to survive in the wilderness, she knows how to cook and clean. She prefers a clean house to messy, but understands when it get a bit messy every now and then due to stress, etc…

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

She’d be up front about it and talk about it in person. How the breakup goes is very dependent on what you’ve done caused her to end it. (Ex. going separate ways v.s. something like cheating).

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

She’s the type to want to label your relationship, “what are we?” She dates with a future in mind.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

She’s very gentle. Soft touches on your back, holding your hand when you look concerned, kissing your head when she sees you. She’ll treat you with love, it’s apparent in her actions.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Yes, but in specific moments. If you haven’t seen each other in a while, after something nerve-wracking, etc… but not every time she sees you. Her hugs are warm and calming.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

She’ll say it at a normal/expected time. Nothing too early (after one date) or too late (after 2 years).

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

She trusts you, but if she saw someone flirt with you, she’ll get a bit annoyed. Lara would be the one to do sly things to show them you’re taken (kissing your cheek, calling you a nickname, pulling you onto her body, etc…).

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Lara is a fan of gentle pda. She likes showing that she cares for you in public. She likes small gestures such as kissing your cheek when she’s leaving a room to head to bed. Her kisses are usually soft and/or passionate. On her she’ll take any form of a kiss, but she loves the ones you leave her on her neck, lips, top of head.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Lara’s a bit awkward, but she loves and cares for them like they’re her own. If a kid is in danger, she’s risking her life.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

She seems like she’s naturally an early riser (like 7-8AM). When she wakes up, she’ll take it easy and just lay there. She’ll occasionally close her eyes and see if she can sleep more until she eventually just gets out of bed.

If you’re an early riser, I feel she’ll nudge you to get up early with her when she’s fully getting out of bed.

If you’re a, “5 more minutes, let me sleep in to 1PM,” she’ll most likely just let you sleep most days, but on some she’ll come in and nudge you to wake up.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

She’ll have a general sleep schedule when she’s in a city/society. Shower, change, and just hop in bed. She wouldn’t do much before bed. No matter what you do in bed before sleeping (reading, resting eyes, etc…), she’ll rest on you/be touching you in some way as she falls asleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

She’s an introvert with a rough past/life story, I don’t think she’s sharing anything right off the bat unless she has a good reason (like if you knew someone who knew her dad or something tragic happened with your parent(s)). She’ll revel things in random moments after some time. Definitely doesn’t fully trust you at first.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

If someone belittles her/you, she’ll express her anger through her tone/volume, but to the little things like someone cutting you two in line, she’s waving it off.

She’ll have an open conversation with you if you’ve done or said something that’s upset her. She doesn’t resort straight to yelling. (She may raise her voice if you say something hurtful in the heat of an argument).

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Her initial signs of her crush on you is remembering details about you. She’ll bring up a small detail you’ve mentioned like two months ago in a conversation.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Her favorite moment is all the times she’s remembered she has someone she can care for. She enjoys checking in on you and sharing moments of vulnerability.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

She’s protective over those she cares for. The, “hurt me, don’t hurt them,” type. She’ll show her protectiveness through sacrifice. If you get hurt, she’s taking care of it. If you show any selflessness/sacrifice protectiveness back, it’ll affect her (in a good way). Her receiving love language is acts of service, your actions mean a lot more to her than words spoke.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

I don’t believe she’s an over the top lover, but she would show she cares and remembers important dates with small things. Her love language is acts of service and quality time, so she wants to do something with or for you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

She can still be private even when you’re dating. It’ll feel like she still has a wall up and doesn’t fully trust you.

Lara can be one-track minded, so there will be times you feel you’re a second choice/forgotten

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

I feel to a degree she is. When she isn’t literally sleeping in a jungle, barely surviving— she cares for her basic hygiene and cares if she’s dressed in a way that makes her feel comfortable/confident. She’s not obsessed in a “supermodel influencer” way.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

She wouldn’t feel, “incomplete.”

A better word would be, “hurt/unhappy.” She loves investing in a relationship, but she isn’t completely dependent on it.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

Lara has a tattoo on her back that she got when she was younger. Regrets it, but when you told her you loved it, she began to love it again.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Lara doesn’t like feeling controlled. Also doesn’t like having to deal with someone who’s demeaning and/or dishonest.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

She’s an, “eyes beginning to feel heavy at 10PM,” girl. Can definitely see her being the type to situate herself somewhere and in two minutes she’s dead asleep. More often than not, you’ll have to wake her up and tell her to actually get in bed.

#lara croft x fem!reader #lara croft #lara croft x reader #Lara Croft x fem reader

[sunny-desk]

4,252 Days Chapter 1: Day 1, Pt 1

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Fic Summary: FTWD re-written to include an OC named Gemma who has a platonic relationship/friends with benefits situation with Nick Clark and then goes on to be with Troy Otto. Chapter Summary: Gemma sees a guy run into the road and get hit by a car Word Count: 1177 Author’s Note: This is a big commitment, hopefully I stick with it. I'm excited. Gif from here.

“Please say you’re calling with good news.” Gemma can feel the pre-emptive disappointment radiating through the phone, almost hotter than the 8AM summer sunshine beating down on her as she walks along the street.

“Hello, Olivia. It’s so good to hear your voice. I’m doing well, thank you. How about you?” Sarcasm and semi-fake niceness hung on every word.

“Stop stalling, we saw each other an hour ago, you know how I am. How did it go? Did they suspect the undercut? Because I told you, Gem, it’s silly but it’s true, they’ll judge you for it.”

“It went great, Liv.” Gemma replied simply, not wanting to keep this going and make her friend more annoyed at her than she knows she already is. “No undercut suspected, zero tattoos spotted. I have to go in for a bit of training tomorrow but after that it’s a long weekend before I start properly on Monday.”

Olivia lets out a sigh of genuine relief through the phone, Gemma can tell she’s smiling as she talks. “That’s great, Gem! Really, that’s so great. I have to get back to work but I'll see you back home later, okay? We can talk about it more then. Maybe plan a way to celebrate a little? Alcohol free, of course.”

“Yeah, sounds good. Talk later.”

Gemma hangs up the phone, puts it in her navy blazer pocket and pulls her hair out of its low ponytail, replacing it with a high one, showing off the undercut Olivia spent 10 minutes stressing about helping her hide this morning. Working in a posh office where she has to hide even the most basic parts of herself isn’t exactly the dream but beggars can’t be choosers. She needs this job. She needs to get back on track.

She can already picture her life a few months from now, a little bit of money in her pocket, new clothes she’s been in need of for weeks, finally able to pay Liv the rent she’s owed. An apartment of her own is the real dream but that might be thinking too big right now and living with Liv definitely isn’t a problem. She can picture it though. Flat screen TV, dark green sofa, huge fluffy rug that feels like you’re walking on a cloud. A bit of saving and hard work at a job she’s pretty sure is going to be mind-numbing and it'll be real before she knows it. There’s a smile on Gemma’s face as she walks down the street thinking of the future. Things might finally be looking up.

-

The loud screech of tyres and the distant thud as something hits the hard road takes Gemma out of her daydream and back to reality. It’s like time freezes for a few seconds as she stops in her tracks, taking in the scene before her.

Black marks on the ground lead up to a small silver car stopped in the middle of the road. Its windshield is smashed and Gemma is pretty sure there’s a small dent on the bumper too. The driver is sitting there, shock on his face, probably not sure if what just happened is his own fault or the fault of the person who just bounced off his windshield and is now laying almost unconscious on the concrete. The other people in the area have stopped too. Some look annoyed that their morning has been disturbed, others look horrified.

There’s a quick rush as time starts again and Gemma runs towards the car and the fallen boy. On closer inspection, he looks rough. No shoes or socks, a half-torn, baggy, white shirt, ill-fitting jeans, hair that seems to not have been brushed in a few days. Gemma peers over her shoulder at a building across the road. She’s been living in the area long enough to know where that boy came running from. It likely wasn't the driver's fault. But it probably wasn’t the boy’s either.

He’s laying on his back, staring up at the sky. Gemma leans over him.

“Hey. Can you hear me? It’s okay. You’re okay,” She says, though she’s not sure that’s true. He looks quickly around him, as much as he can while still laying flat on the floor, and then looks Gemma in the eyes for a second, like he’s checking for something. “Just stay still.”

Looking up, Gemma realises that other than the driver, who took a few seconds to build up the courage to get out of his car and check the damage, she is the only person who has rushed over to help.

“What the hell are they all doing? See a lad get hit by a car and just stand there, seems reasonable, ugh,” she mutters angrily to no one in particular. Looking around quickly, scanning the small crowd, she spots a woman with her phone in her hand and points, “Oi, you, phone someone! Now!”

“No, I’m fine,” the guy mumbles as the woman lifts her phone to call and begins walking over. She hesitates slightly at his comment.

“Ignore him. He’s been hit on the head. Call them.”

He starts trying to sit up, probably faster than he should. Gemma crouches down and reaches out, preparing to attempt to catch him if he starts falling backwards. She makes a mental note to buy some work trousers that she can properly bend in with her first pay cheque. Liv can have these one’s back, if they survive the day.

“I’m fine. I’ll just.. I’ll walk it off, you know. Thanks.” He’s distracted when he says it, not fully in the moment and not looking at Gemma but instead surveying the area once again, searching.

Gemma pretends not to notice. “Walk it off? In whose shoes?” She says it playfully, trying to distract him from whatever this is. He doesn’t seem right. And he can’t just get up and walk this off.

He pauses and takes a look at his grimy, bare feet. “Have you never heard of shoeless hikes? You should try it sometime. It’s great, really.”

Gemma smiles slightly. “Sure it is. Listen, just lay back down, okay? Or at least just stay sitting. You don’t know what could be wrong. The ambulance will be here soon.”

“Nothing is wrong. Uh, I’m Nick, you’re British, it’s.. Tuesday..?” He counts on his fingers. “Well, it’s definitely a weekday. See? Everything..” He starts looking around mid sentence, “...is,” distracted again, more searching, “… fine.”

Gemma follows Nick’s gaze and realises he’s looking at the old abandoned church longer than he’s looking in any other direction. So her assumption was right, that is where he came from.

“I’m Gemma. It’s Wednesday. Stay put.”

Nick turns his head back in her direction. He slumps like he’s lost his fight, exhausted, or has decided whatever he’s worried about doesn’t need worrying about right now. He doesn’t say anything as he lays back down on the floor, giving up his attempts to leave. The shrill sound of an ambulance siren can be heard in the distance.

-

As the ambulance pulls up, accompanied by a police car a dozen feet behind it, the driver of the car finally finds his voice. He’s been standing there for a few minutes, nervously smoothing out his work suit, trying to think of what to say. He speaks fast, trying to get everything out before anyone official gets within hearing distance.

“Listen. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you, okay? You seem fine.” He turns to Gemma. “He’ll be fine, right? Nothing needs to come of this. I’ll just... be on my way.”

“Spineless.” Gemma mumbles under her breath before looking back at him. She may not think the incident was necessarily his fault but there’s a way to handle it and it’s not this. Looking directly at him, eyes cold, she continues, “I don’t think you’re going anywhere mate, the police are right there. They’ll want a word, I’m sure. And look at him. Does he look fine?”

Nick is still laying on the floor, not moving much. It's like the adrenaline and shock have finally worn off, leaving him aching all over, able to feel what just happened to him.

Gemma continues. “And unless you fancy running some more people over, I don’t think driving off in that thing is a good idea, do you? You won’t be able to see anything out of that window.”

The man turns back to his car, noting the huge area of smashed windshield, and runs his hand through his already slicked back hair, uncomfortable. Nick ignores what Gemma has just said and looks at the slightly dishevelled man, mumbling a response, “It’s whatever, man. I have bigger things to worry about.”

Gemma looks to Nick, wondering what those bigger things are. You’d assume it was potential head injury or internal damage from being thrown onto the concrete by a hunk of speeding metal but Gemma doesn’t think so. Nick was concerned about something, being hit by a car wasn’t anywhere close to the forefront of his mind.

Before the man can decide what to do the police and paramedics have closed the distance. The police go straight to him, the medics to Nick.

“Okay then, what do we have here?” Says the commanding voice of a tall blonde woman striding over. She’s carrying a large bag of any potential medical supplies Nick may need immediately and is being followed by a man and a stretcher.

“His name is Nick. He ran out into the road and got hit by a car.” Gemma quickly responds.

“Nick, can you tell me how you’re feeling? Let me take a look at you.” The paramedic bends down to Nick. She checks his eyes and makes a ‘hm’ sound.

“I feel fine.” Nick says while she continues looking him over. He doesn’t sound fine. His voice has gotten weaker the longer he’s been laying there.

“Right, okay,” unsurprisingly, the paramedic isn’t convinced. “We should check you out properly anyway. Getting hit by a car can cause a lot of damage you can’t necessarily see. Let’s get you on this stretcher and then we’ll be right on our way to the hospital, okay?” She says it firmly, it’s not really a question. But Nick doesn’t seem to be in a position to argue anyway.

Gemma stands back while the paramedics get Nick up onto the stretcher and as they walk him the short distance to the ambulance she instinctively starts to follow. No one questions her getting into the ambulance with them and taking a seat, not even Nick, who looks over to her but seems to mostly be in his own world now, thinking about who knows what. Maybe he’s thinking about nothing, in too much of a daze. Or maybe, like Gemma, he’s thinking about the church.

#fear the walking dead #nick clark #nick clark x reader #nick clark x oc #nick clark imagine #troy otto x oc #Troy Otto #Troy Otto x reader #- not going to tag troy again until i get to him actually being in the fic just wanted it to be known that he'll be in it at some point #mine

[modern-day-tragedy]

Tongue-tied [james x reader]

summary : college AU, meet cute, a flirty james and a reader who's not really used to that, meeting for the first time

pairing: james potter x reader

warnings: none, sfw

a/n: this is just a short little drabble, cause i was bored and i wanted to see how fun it would be to write a y/n type of story. this is my first one ever, so please be gentle with any comments ^^

The 8am college classes are the bane of every students existence, and you will forever be grateful for that little common sense you had when it was time to choose your electives.

To be fair, if it wasn’t for your older sister who had drilled all of her wisdom into you, you would have probably made the same mistake as many of the students you currently see walking past you in the hallway, the bags under their eyes as dark as the coffee they hope will help wake them up. You try not to be too chipper and rub it in their faces, but after 9 full hours of sleep and no classes for the next hour or so, you feel absolutely amazing and nothing can ruin your mood.

(Or at least you hope so - with enough sleep comes that unfounded optimism that’s often more harmful than good)

There is a loud bang behind you, and every student in its vicinity flinches, a few of them even dropping their papers and glaring at the source of the commotion. No one stops to investigate it further, though, and after a few seconds, when the crowd is gone and the next set of classes starts, you get a glimpse of a boy.

Maybe even the sweetest boy you have ever seen.

His books lay scattered on the floor, tea spilled all over his jeans, and the most adorable pout resting on his lips - you're pretty sure he's not even aware of it. With his messy hair and glasses, he looks like a nerd, but the glimpse of strong biceps you get tells you that maybe there’s more to him than that first impression. He’s sitting on the ground, making no attempt to gather his stuff or move, and you feel a bit sorry for him - he’s obviously one of those poor souls from the 8am class.

On most days, you tend to keep to yourself. You has a small group of friends, not best friends but good enough friends, and you're happy with them. There was never a need for you to expand that circle of friends, at least not until now. You're not even sure why you feel the need to reach out because honestly, he is not the first cutie you have run into, but there’s something there, intriguing. Something.

(And that’s why sleeping the right amount of hours one is supposed to sleep is dangerous.)

So, against your better judgment, you start gathering the papers closest to you. They are from a class you're familiar with, and you try your best not to peek into what seems to be his writing for a literary class. Next comes the travel mug which, sadly, didn’t hold the liquid in it at all, and by the time you're holding all that in your hands and you stop right in front of the boy, he finally looks up, over the rim of his glasses, and you do your best not to blush.

He has the warmest fucking eyes ever.

“I believe this is yours?”

“It seems that it is. Too bad for the tea, I was looking forward to it.”

“I imagine being soaked in it isn’t that pleasant at all, is it?”

“Nope.” The way he grins is sheepish, open, like you two are old friends, and not complete strangers. You know that some people are like that, and it's an unusual thing for you, but it feels good, and you allow yourself a grin that ends up matching his.

He makes no move to get up, so you lower the stuff on the ground, giving him a thorough look. Seeing no obvious injury or any blood from where he had bumped his head, you stretch your hand, swallowing the lump in your throat at the shock that goes through you as he takes it and lets you pull him up to his feet.

Instead of letting you go, however, he laces your fingers together, bringing them to his chest before he lets your intertwined hands fall between you two, his hand warm in yours. Your face would probably look hilarious if someone were to snap a photo of it, but at that moment, all you could do was stare at your hands.

“Um.”

“Hm?”

Ungluing your eyes from your hands is hard, but looking at his teasing smirk is even harder because damn, his eyes are warm chocolate brown, and he has freckles.

“What’s this?” This, being your laced fingers, which are probably making you blush like crazy. You motion towards them, trying to gently extract your hand, but his grasp is firm and despite your heart trying its best to beat out of your chest, you don't feel too bad when he doesn't let go.

“Oh, we’re dating now, babe.”

Your brain short-circuits for a second, but thankfully comes back to life with enough wit and control for one quick remark.

“Shouldn’t you take me on a date first?”

“I suppose. How does tomorrow evening sound?"

(Turns out, his name is James; you two end up going on that date, and two weeks later when he asks you to be his girlfriend, you playfully punch him and says “I thought I already was”.

Later on, Sirius uses the same technique to ask Remus out, and to everyone’s surprise, it fucking works.)

#james x reader #james x you #james potter #marauders #college au marauders #fluff #cute and flirty james #not so smooth reader #james potter imagine #mentioned sirius and remis #but only mentioned once

[tracih87]

My Rammstein Encounter (in Bern)

After a long travel to Bern (travelling from the Highlands of Scotland is never easy) I arrived at my hotel entrance feeling extremely hot from the weather but feeling really excited about the Rammstein concert the next day, my husband asked me as we entered, “did you see the young boys standing outside the hotel?” my reply was “what young boys?” in my haste to check in and get rid of our luggage I didn’t notice them, so he went on to tell me there was two young boys waiting outside clutching onto Rammstein records, perhaps the band is staying here! I thought to myself, surely not?!

After checking in and doing all the boring unpacking we decided to head over to the stadium, I’m the kind of person who likes to know where the feuerzone line is and know the route back to the hotel when its dark. Once outside, we spoke to the two young boys and they told us the band were indeed staying in the hotel! I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and seeing the young boys clutching their records with Pauls autograph did make my heart swell, it was a cute sight, they were so happy!

After doing the long walk to the stadium and being really brave and taking the tram back it was time to chill out, get some dinner then sleep ready for the concert!

We left really early in the morning and got our place in the feuerzone line at roughly 8am, there was already nearly 50 people there, the wait was long but, my god it was worth it! 4pm came we scanned our tickets and ran for the rail which we got at Richards side of the stage! It was so hot all day and it felt even hotter once inside the stadium, it took a couple of hours before the staff realised that we would need water but since it had not been pre planned they could only provide small amounts but it goes without saying that show was absolutely amazing and any tiredness/dehydration completely melted away when the music started! I could not even try and begin to explain what I felt during the show but I am quite sure it’s the same as any other Rammstein fan!

We got the tram back to the hotel from the stadium, we couldn’t enter the hotel straight away as Paul and Schneider were getting out of their car and going in, they went straight into a doorway, I am quite sure it was the staff lift which is not for guest use, after a short wait outside we got into the foyer and went straight to the bar to quench a crazy thirst! Sitting comfortably and rehydrating ourselves, we seen Anar Reiband (Tills manager) coming out of one of the lifts then we seen Jens Koch and some other crew retiring for the evening. Suddenly in came Flake with a security guard, I couldn’t believe my eyes! I got off my chair and went over to them both, I was greeted by two smiles, my heart was hammering in my chest, I could not believe I was standing in front of Flake I politely asked if we could have a photo, I looked from Flake to the security guard, Flake said “yes but please no internet”, I promised both Flake and the guard that I would not post it on the internet, the photo was taken and Flake looked lovely and smiley in it! I then proceeded to tell him how amazing I thought he was etc etc!! I kept my promise and did not post it on the internet, it was then time for bed as we had night two in feuerzone! Safe to say I went to bed grinning, I just met Flake and had an amazing time in feuerzone!

Next morning, we decided to take it a little bit more slowly, I have a dodgy heart and blood clotting issues so made sense to take it easy and not go for the rail again. We walked in for breakfast and sat at a table, across from us was Paul and Oliver with two ladies (unsure who they were) then another larger table with crew. There was something very surreal having breakfast with Paul and Oliver on the table close by which is really silly as they are human have to eat too! So I composed myself and set about having my breakfast and chatting to my husband about the show last night and what time we should go to tonight’s show. During breakfast, Flake also came in for his, he sat at the larger table with crew and I noticed Paul had gone over to sit there too (I did notice how at ease Paul is, he is like a social butterfly going round chatting and laughing with everyone, including the hotel staff 😊), we finished our breakfast and left the breakfast room, after sorting out some things in the room, I headed down to go outside for smoke (or vape my case!) I got outside to see Paul and Jens standing straight in front of me, just like with Flake my heart started hammering in my chest, I took a big deep breath and took two steps forward… “Paul” I managed to stammer out, he looks at me and smiles and I manage to ask him for a photo, he grins and says “of course” before I can say anything back to Paul, he asks, “where are you from?” I replied “Scotland” I also joked about my funny accent and Paul replied “oooohh I love your accent” and laughed, by this pointed I am shaking so badly but grinning like the cat who got the cream!! I had my phone in my hand and I’m not sure if Jens could see me shaking but he took my phone off me to take the photo, so not only did I get to meet Paul, Jen Koch took the photo!! My brain has gone to mush, there is so much I would of liked to say to Paul but I only managed to thank him so much before it was time for him to go into his car, I also spoke to Jens for a small while but I won’t go into detail about that as it was more a personal conversation about shyness, he is a very sweet man! Jens left, I walked a few steps away leaning on a wall trying to process what just happened, my husband came out the door and could see my beaming face, I had tears in my eyes, I was just so overwhelmed with happiness! (nothing was said about posting the photos on the internet but I decided not to post the photo online, even though the cat was out of the bag so speak and word had gotten out where the guys were staying, it just didn’t feel right to do so).

Back inside the hotel, still grinning, myself and my husband ordered some Coco-cola (full sugar which is unheard for me but hell I needed the sugar!) After a while we thought we better head to the stadium, he had forgotten his sunglasses so left to go to the room, I sat there for a few moments reliving my moment with Paul and Jens when Oliver appeared, he had come from the lift behind me, I stood up and said “Hello Oliver”, he looked at me and I proceeded to ramble to him how amazing he is (oops, trust me to ramble) then asked if it was okay to take a photo, he nodded yes and we took our photo, I thanked him for his time, a small nod again and he walked out the reception/bar area door! Sitting back down my inner fan girl was screaming and doing cartwheels! Never in a million years did I think I would meet a member of my beloved Rammstein and now I had met 3 of them!

My husband arrived back and after composing myself once again we decided to head to the stadium for our second night in the feuerzone! Again it was another spectacular night, it was slightly different to the first night as some of the fans around us started to argue and fall out but I was quick to zone them out and absorb myself into the show! Then back to the hotel bar for our usual refreshments before bed, we seen Flake and Anar in the bar area, then Jens arrived which I gave a small wave to him, he smiled back which was nice 😊

Next morning, we headed for breakfast in the hotel, we had the whole day in Bern to ourselves to thought it was best to fuel up ready to explore our beautiful surroundings! We walk in and see Oliver sat at a table with the same two ladies as before and the table next to them had crew and the nice Rammstein security guard that we quite often seen during our time in the hotel, there was also other Rammstein fans having their breakfast, this time it didn’t seem so surreal and we set about selecting our breakfast items. Jens came in and ate during our time and while he was leaving I looked up and our eyes locked, we both smiled and said “good morning” to each other, my husband laughed at me playfully as the huge grin was back on my face! We got up to settle our breakfast tab, as my husband was doing so, I turned round to look out the window when I seen Flake, Paul AND Schneider sitting at the window table, Schneider looked over at me and smiled, it was such a warm smile that reached his eyes and of course I grinned back and gave a small wave, Paul was sitting across from Schneider so had his back turned to me but he turned around and also smiled, by this point our breakfast tab was sorted and I skipped out the breakfast room!

A small time later, I was downstairs waiting for my husband returning from our room so we could start our exploring, Schneider and came into the bar area/reception shortly followed by Flake, I thought to myself, this is once in a lifetime opportunity so I approached him again heart hammering in my chest, he smiled so warmly as I asked for a photo to which he replied “yes of course, Flake come over for photo” Flake laughed and told Schneider he had a photo with me but he still came over and gave a beautiful smile along with Schneider. So the selfie with Schneider and Flake was taken, I felt elated and so overcome with more happiness, Schneider carried on smiling as I once again rambled how much I loved him and thought he was so amazing! Then he left with Flake into the lift. By this point it obvious the guys were leaving so we decided to hang around and watch them leave, Paul, Oliver, Flake, Schneider left, I seen Richard leave also but he wasn’t stopping for autographs or photos, we decided to go outside for a smoke as there were other fans outside too, Joe Letz was heading out the door at the same time, my husband was in front of him and I was right behind him, I felt so small compared to him, he is a very tall man!

Once outside there was about 15 Rammstein fans waiting along with a few police officers plus a couple of security guards. The fans were all clutching records and pens waiting for Till, so I thought I would join them in the hopes maybe I could get Tills autograph, we waiting for 10 or so minutes and we seen Anar coming out and going into the waiting car, then perhaps another 5 or so minutes Till came out but he didn’t stop for any autographs, he kept his head down and walked to the car but all the fans were super respectful and kept their distance, no rushing towards him just a few calling his name.

After that we enjoyed the rest of our time in Bern, I posted my photos online but I did keep one back special just for me, of course with social media you have to take the good and bad comments but I shall focus on the good comments and not let the bad drag me down.

I can honestly say it was a trip of a lifetime and I have been gifted memoires that will last me a lifetime

Thank you to my wonderful husband

Thank you Rammstein

Thank you universe

#rammstein #till lindemann #richard kruspe #oliver riedel #paul landers #christoph schneider #flake lorenz

[honeystwiggypeach]

eddie x pregnant!reader "eds, im late..." "wdym babe its 8am your not late" "eds..."

Bestie I’m going to be honest incredible embarrassing of me to have taken this long to get to your request I’m so sorry about that but uhm…here it is? Sorry for the wait hon litterally just dropped all motivation when I got a cat because I love him sm???? But also now he’s my little editor😭he’s reading as I type(more like being nosey😞)Anywho enough rambling!!! Tysm for requesting I love the idea sm!!!!(…also maybe did add single mom reader in there because let me tell you…it’s my fav troupe😭)

You and Eddie got together not long after your daughter Eden was born, she was almost eight months old when you first met and a few months later you’d found yourself in quite the predicament, you and Eddie had been practically together at this point with him living in your house and helping you care for Eden.

Tonight however, Eddie has been out forever obviously, with the sudden change everything goes haywire. Eden refused to go to sleep without Eddie there and you’ve only now noticed your period is almost three months late…

Finally when you think all hope is lost Eddie comes home hands stuffed in his pockets, he’s smiling and giggling like and idiot.

“Where have you been?” your brows are furrowed.

“Baby, “he snickers, “I was out getting you a gift!” He pulls his hands from his pocket and follows is a small dainty necklace.

“Oh Eddie it’s beautiful” you use the opportunity of taking the necklace to hand over a cranky Eden and like clock work he settles her almost in an instant and she’s asleep before you know it he’s tucking her into bed before going to shower.

When he comes to bed, you’re nervous so nervous in fact you fall asleep.

In the morning when his alarm goes off on a Saturday, he groggily turns to turn it off and you decide maybe it’s now or never or who knows what you were thinking honestly because the next thing you say is , “Ed’s I’m late…”

“Babe it’s 8am…and Saturday where do you need to go?”

“No Eddie…”

His eyes widen, “have you taken a test?” He’s seemingly wide awake.

“Not yet I haven’t had time” and with nothing else being said at 8am in his flannel pants and band t-shirt, he’s running to the local corner store for a few pregnancy tests.

They’d come back positive and looking back now, as you hold your baby girl in your arms Eden sat between you and Eddie as she sees her new baby sister for the first time, you don’t think you’d change any of it for the world.

Anywho! Let me know if you guys want to see anything else because I want inspo or something idk😭

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(Guys my fault I have no idea who’s on my taglist for just all dad Eddie content and any dad Eddie so if you aren’t tagged or are tagged randomly pls let me know or if I need to add you to the tag list just pls let me know so I can settle this!)

#anons #requests #reader insert #x reader #mom!reader #eddie muson #eddie munson st4 #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #Eddie munson x single mom!reader #dad!eddie munson x reader #dad!eddie munson #dad!eddie munson x mom!reader #single mom!reader

[belowtheharddeck]

lazy mornings - b. bradshaw

pairing: bradley bradshaw x wife!reader summary: a lazy Saturday morning with rooster

7:55am

is what your bedside clock read when you finally opened your eyes to check it. 8am was much, much earlier than you wanted to be after the long day of training and even longer night at the hard deck last night, but never the less you were awake.

You took a minute to admire your peacefully sleeping husband before you carefully climed out of your shared bed and made your way towards the kitchen for some much-needed coffee and breakfast.

On your way to the kitchen, you stop by the living room to put on some music. You decide on the journey greatest hits record and turn the volume down low, so it doesn't wake your husband.

You quickly get the coffee brewing then get the cinnamon rolls into the oven after it preheats.

While the cinnamon rolls are cooking you walk out onto the patio. You can still softly hear the chorus of Don't stop belivin', as well as the waves chrashing into the shore and you can taste the salt and humidity in the air and its all very peaceful.

You're sitting on the swinging bench that's on the porch when you hear your husband walk out. You turn your head to look at him as he takes a seat next to you and throws an arm across your shoulders.

"Morning, Sleeping beauty" you say with a soft smile. "Good morning, baby" Rooster responds before pressing a kiss to your lips. "How'd you sleep?" "Pretty good until you left me" you laugh softly before you say "Someone's feeling dramatic this morning" "Nope just wanted to sleep in and cuddle with my wife but it seems she had other plans" though his tone is all annoyance, he says it with a smile and you know he doesn't mean it.

You place both of your coffee cups on the small table in front of the bench before moving into your husband's lap. You run you fingers through his hair as he wraps his arms around your waist and presses a kiss to each of your cheeks before placing a loving kiss on your lips. After a beat of silence "Your still not forgiven for leaving me all alone in our bed this morning." "You were sleeping" " And you should have woken me up" "You deserved the rest after yesterday." You both playfully bicker back and forth for a while until your time for the cinnamon rolls goes off.

You both talk about random things over breakfast, like what you wanna do today, upcoming training and missions, and what you need at the grocery store and Bradley continues to complain about you leaving him alone in bed this morning. "You know I wasn't aware I married a drama queen, aren't you supposed to be a big tough naval aviator?" you say with a teasing smile. With a fake offended scoff, your husband replies "You take that back, Mrs. Bradshaw!" Before you can reply Bradley turns in his chair next to you and begins to tickle your sides. Between laughs you manage out a breathy "Never!"

Before you can comprehend it Bradley has stopped tickling you and he has you thrown over his shoulder and is making his way to your shared bedroom. You playfully slap his ass before demanding to be "Put down this instant Bradshaw!" He slaps your ass in return before placing you on your shared bed and placing a passionate kiss on your lips.

"I'll show you just how dramatic I can be Baby"

a/n: the ending is so awkward but anyway my next fic is gonna be the part 2 to "weddings" then I'm gonna try and do some requests and bradley and reader getting drunkenly married in Vegas! also happy birthday rooster 🎉

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After show FaceTimes.

To which nothings better then post FaceTimes with his lovie after a show.

Fluff/little smut talk.

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Once the lights go down for the final time Harry is quick to blow kisses to every side of the arena and wave goodbye, he joined the rest of the band through the side stage exit very much still full of high adrenaline and confidence, there was only one thing left on his mind. And that was his and his loves nightly call.

Due to y/n’s work she was unable to join him this time round on tour so every night they made sure to atleast have a couple hours to themselves to discuss there day and talk shit.

With Harry being in Denver USA the time was almost 7 hours behind then the uk so often not, by the time Harry got back to his hotel it was nearing 1am. As for y/n she has just gotten up and was normally getting ready for the day.

As soon as Harry quickly dressed comfortably he kicked off on the bed and scrambled to find his lovies number (which of course was right at the top) within 3 seconds he is delighted with his loves pretty face.

“Hello m’gorgeous girl” he says, almost melting at the girl who was still snuggled up in there shared bed. He sighed at the familiar sight feeling safe. “hello baby” she says still infused with sleep “y’look so sleepy” he smiles. “Mmm jus’ finished watching y’show” she said rubbing her eyes and sitting up against the headboard. “You watched the show?” “Y’have some generous fans out there H, someone live streamed it, pretty good view too!” His heart practically softened at her words, even though they were Miles away nothing was stopping her from watching what he does best.

“Hope I did a good job then” he smirks, feeling sleepier by the second. “Y’know y’did” she goes “I’ll let you get to sleep bubs, y’look knackered” she smiles. “No no, love it’s okay, wanna hear your voice, what’s the time over there” he asks “Its just turned 8am, meaning it’s what? 1am for you” “Mmhmmm” he confirms, “s’okay i missed you, wanna hear that voice” he adds “missed you too bubs, only 2 more months to go” she pouted “hey don’t speak like tha’ 2 more months on m’own” he says in a sulky tone. “Y’not on y’own, you have Mitch,sarah, nyoh” she says adding various names to the list. “Not the same lovie, can’t cuddle Mitch, ain’t the same” he laughs.

The girl giggled “m’sure these 2 months will fly by just like these past few have” while the couple resume talking about everything and anything there’s something that catches his eye “and yeah that was tha”. “y’wearing my jumper” he interrupts, raising his eyebrows in question. Y/n’s eyes lightened and cheeks blushed “y’noticed” “of course I did, been looking for that one I ave’ thought I packed it” he smirked “ in my defence you stole my favourite blanket!!” Which was true your favourite blanket was stolen by Harry which you had spent 3 hours searching the house just be heartbroken by a picture he sent you of him with said blanket.

“Guess we’re even now hey?” He smiles “what are you doing today beautiful?” He asks resting his chin on his palm and eyes fixed on the girl who was opposite the screen. “Me n gem going for lunch later, maybe shopping aswell make a day of it” the fact his favourite girls all got along so, so well made Harry proud to have such amazing women. “Aw baby I love that” he says with a toothy grin. “Hate to say it baby but gem is the better styles” she says with a cheeky smile. “Mmm she may be but, I’m your favourite styles” he comes back “I’ll have to think of that one” “Yer’ little shit” she jokingly whispers “heeeyyy I heard that!!, s’why you love me though” she says with the pouty face returning. “S’true, very true”

After another hour Harry’s tiredness gets the better of him. “M’gonna let you sleep baby” she whispers. “Mmmmm” he groans “don’t want y’to go” “I know love, we’ll call tomorrow m’kay” and I’ll message you tonight before the show alright” As much as he loved touring and putting on shows sometimes he just wanted a night off. “Okay darling” he sighs “I love you remember that, and have good day” he says blowing a kisses to the camera “I love you more H, stay safe alright, jus’ know I’ll be watching somehow tonight” “Love don’t start that, y’know I love y’most”.

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@maddiemstyles this is a start of a couple LOT blurbs/fics hope you enjoy them!!! ❣️

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𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 - NSFW

Well shit. You never thought that your cousin Red would be the one to publicly shame you … but here you are. Red , Annie and Heidi had decreed it , Monday 8am they will ‘delete’ you … you could only guess what that meant . This leaves you with 30 hours to live.

Thinking about it , you don’t have to stay and die like cattle - you could change your name and ride up to Seattle!

“But - I don’t own a motorbike… wait! Here’s an option that I like..” you say aloud to no one in particular, before breaking out into a massive grin.

Somehow you managed to climb up the side of stans house - you knew he was the only one home but.. for dramatics you decided to go in through the window. Plus , you’re essentially a dead girl walking .. you have no time to knock.

“Y/n..? What are you doing in my room?-“

“Shhh.. sorry but I really had to wake you” You climbed onto stans bed and sat in front of him. He quickly sits up and rubs the sleep out of his eyes. “See I’ve decided I must ride you till I break you-“ Stan flushes at this - it was so unexpected? “Cause Red says I’ve got to go- you’re my last meal on death row” he stares at you quizzically and goes to question you- “shut your mouth- and lose those tighty whiteys~” you push Stan backward and straddle him. "c'mon! tonight I'm yours, I'm your dead girl walking" Stan, albeit a tad nervous leans forward and captures your lips in a passionate kiss. you break away and tie your hair back, "You know the drill, I'm hot and pissed and on the pill-" you pause for a moment and sit back on Stan's lap. "and you know, its cause you're beautiful .. you say you're numb inside- but I can't agree-!" Stan looks up at you, confusion in his glassy eyes. "so the worlds unfair? Keep it locked out there!" you exclaim before lowering your voice slightly "In here it's beautiful ... let's make this beautiful" with a sudden burst of confidence Stan responds. "that works for me" as he shrugs before tackling you into a steamy kiss. next thing you know there's clothing flying across the room, leaving you both in only underwear. "full steam ahead take this dead girl walking~" "Holy shit" Stan whines out as you tug his boxers down, his hands snake up your back an unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the side of the bed. "awh Stanley.. you're so hard.. for little old me?" you bat your eyelashes at him putting on an innocent front, you grin as his stomach muscles tense. he lets out a low grunt as his fingers dip into the hem of your underwear. "Baby please" he drawls. within a few beats, you've disregarded your underwear. with no hesitation, you slide down onto Stan, a sharp gasp leaving you as he growls "S'good baby.." you still for a moment to allow yourself time to adjust .. Stan is quite girthy after all. testing the waters slightly,, you rock your hips against his.. not expecting it to feel that good. you slap a hand over your mouth to keep your moans in. stan writhes underneath you as his hips buck up to meet yours in a rhymical pattern. you increase your pace, desperate to get off. "y/n- I think you tore my mattress--" Stan calls out in between groans. "get your ass in gear- make this whole town disappear!" "okay!okay!" with that stan grabbed onto your shoulders and flipped the both of you over so that he was leaning over you... pretty soon after stan began to pound you into the mattress, leaving you both whining messes "stan.." "yeah baby?" you lock eyes with him. " slap me. pull my hair--" you grab his hands and run them along your sides "touch me there and there and there!" stan of course abided by this and did as he was told. the room was filled with groans an grunts , a thin layer of sweat covered you both as yu shared such an intimate moment. "st-an~ im so close please" "i know baby i know" each word prompting a harder thrust. it didnt take much longer for an earth shattering orgasm to crash over you. stan felt you pulse around him and almost immediately followed suit, only just pulling out quick enough for the spurts of thick white cum to land on your stomach. shakily he lowered himself down next to you and pulled you into his arms gently. "fuck... so how was that for 'your last meal on death row'?" stan tiredly cracks a smile. "fucking amazing....."

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