#And my blanket :D It looks so pretty in colour

[skipper1331]

best friends sister // Alessia Russo

a/n: based off this request.

Alessia Russo.

Y/n Toone.

Two people.

One mutual contact.

Best friend - sister.

One common rule in the world: never date your best friends little sister.

And: never date your sisters best friend.

Simple? You might think.

Alessia Russo fell in love with you ages ago.

You fell in love with Alessia Russo years ago.

-

"Hi" shy Lessi smiled as you opened the door, "you look nic-" as the blonde was about compliment you, her chaotic best friend stumbled down the stairs. "Less! Hi, i‘m ready to go" the young girl said before she grabbed her purse, "we‘re out shopping" your sister told you as she pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek, "ew" your hand wiped away the spit of Ella as she grinned cheekily, linking her arm with Lessi. How i wish that i could kiss her, Alessia daydreamed, red colour covering her cheeks. When Ella pulled her out your shared flat, the italian turned around one last time to look at you, smiling shyly as you waved a good bye.

"why does she have to be so beautiful?" you muttered under your breath, closing the door. Your hand still rested on the door knob, your head falling against the wooden material with a quiet thud.

-

Movie night.

Sitting on the couch with popcorn on your lap, you had a brunette, known as annoying big sister, on your left and you had a blonde, known as a lovely girl, on your right.

20 minutes into the third movie of Pitch Perfect, you heard loud breathing next to you - Ella in dreamland. She could never go through a movie marathon without falling asleep.

As you went to grab more popcorn, too occupied by the movie to notice another hand in the bowl, you shrieked lightly when you felt something warm touch your hand. Ella stirred a little yet didn‘t wake up, drool running further down her chin. "Sorry" you mumbled, cheeks flushing red. "No, i‘m sorry, i wasn‘t looking. Please" Alessia pulled her hand out of the bowl, signing to you that you should take popcorn first. Smiling at her you grabbed a hand full, the blonde going back in as it was her turn now. The two of you fell in a quiet conversation about the movie and the characters as you still watched it. At some point, you rested your head against Alessias shoulder, her body tensed as she got flustered mess, heart racing, skin on fire. She didn‘t know what came over her - where the confidence came from but when she saw your hand resting openly on the blanket she interwined your hands. Nobody dared to say a word or let their eyes leave the tv, your cheeks covered in a blush, lopsided smiles plastered on your face as you simply enjoyed the moment.

Who knows If it‘ll ever come again?

-

The two best friends were in the living room of your apartment as they sat comfortable on the couch, each of them a glass of wine in their hand as you walked down the stairs all dressed up. Alessias breath hitched as she saw you, you look absolutely stunning. Out of reflex, she stood up, eyes wandering over your body, dotting around your curves until the blue orbs stopped at your face. "Wow" she said star struck, she couldn‘t believe the sight she had in front of her, "where are ya goin‘?" the older Toone asked as she eyed you skeptically, "i‘ve got a date" you stated while looking directly at Alessia. Her whole face fell at the word 'date', feeling as she was punched in the gut. The wine glass slipped out of her hand, shattering on the floor, her eyes not leaving yours. "D-date?" it took everything in her not to cry, she felt so hurt.

"Clumsy girl!" Ella laughed, herself standing up to get a broom to sweep up the broken pieces. She didn‘t realize what was happening in front of her eyes - her best friend just got her heart broken.

You left without looking back.

You didn‘t mean to hurt her in any kind of way - she looked sad when you left but why?

-

"Hello?" you answered the phone in the middle of the night.

"My pretty lady, hi" a sweet voice said - the voice you knew so well, the voice that followed you into your dreams. "Lessi?" you asked anyways, your brain not in its full function that early. "No it‘s Alessia Russo, Tooneys best friend" she clarified giggling. "I know who you are- why are you calling me" you looked at your alarm before you continued "at 2am?" she sighed theatrically, "just wanted to hear your sexy morning voice, i guess"

"Lessi are you drunk?"

"Absolutely! HA!" she laughed, jumping up and down at the location she was at.

"Where are you?"

"Hmmm, not gonna tell you"

"Alessia!" your voice got louder and stern. You didn‘t want her to get lost while she was drunk. She was already clumsy sober you didn‘t want to find out what happens If you let her wander around alone and drunk.

"Baby, one day you‘re screaming that"

ignoring her coment, you searched for an app on your phone. Your sister was heavingly annoying but right now you were more than thankful that she had installed a tracking app in case of an emergency - Lessi’s location included. Within minutes you were out of the house, sitting in your car as you drove to the destination.

As you saw the blonde happily jumping around near a club, your heart felt relief - she seemed to be fine. "Less" you said, stepping out of your car, walking towards her.

She threw herself on you, arms flying around your body as she contently greeted you, "looking absolute gorgeous, babygirl"

"What‘re you doing here?!"

"drinking and dancing!" she held her cup with some liquid in the air as she cheered. "Oh my- Lessi" your arm went around her waist as she stumbled over her own feet- not clear If it was the alcohol or her clumsiness.

Finally, buckled in the car seat, you took a seat behind the steering wheel. The radio was playing as you drove home, Ella at Joe‘s. The italian in no condition to be left alone. The whole way she brabbled about something as you occasionally answered with a humm.

At home, you gave her some of your clothes, helping her change.

Something was on her mind as she walked around the kitchen island with a deep frown on her face after she drank the glass of water which you had handed her. "Ya alright?" you asked, blocking her way. She marched over to the living room, standing at the exact same spot, she had stood once before - not enjoying it at all. "You had a date" she stated, "you had a fucking date!" her mood taking a turn, "you had a fucking date and I wasn‘t invited"

Utterly confused you asked, "What?"

"Why didn‘t you ask me?"

"On a date?"

"Yes" her face held the same sadness it had a few days ago when you saw her that night, "my heart shattered in more pieces than that stupid wine glass" she admitted, a single tear slipping out of her eyes.

"Alessia, what‘re you-"

"Stop talking!" with quick steps she was in front of you, walking you back in the kitchen as she trapped your body between her own and the kitchen island, her arms on either side of it, "i want you to be mine" she mumbled against your lips, an inch away, the smell alcohol hitting your nostrils. "I don‘t want you going out on dates, i don‘t want to know that someone else is making you blush - it has to be me! You have to be mine, please"

"Lessi, you‘re drunk, you won‘t remember any of this in the morning" you told her, breaking your own heart. The day finally came where she reciprocated your feelings and admitted it and know you had to tell her that it were drunk slurs.

"This isn‘t the alcohol!" her voice grew loud, "fucking hell"

You closed your eyes, inhaling deeply as you kind of soaked in the moment, "tell me in the morning and i‘m yours" you whispered, still with your eyes shut.

"Fine, i will" with an ease she picked you up and carried you to your bed, maybe she wasn‘t as clumsy as she was when she was sober. You were about to say something before she put her finger to your lips, shushing you, "don‘t say anything, baby, you’re sleeping in my arms - end of discussion"

Flopping on the free side of the bed, the striker made herself comfortable before she pulled you into her hold. It was new for both of you yet so familiar.

The two of you fell asleep within seconds, sleeping better than ever.

-

You were the first one up, strong arms wrapped around your body and gentle breaths hitting the nape of your neck. Turning in her hold, you took the chance to admire her, she looked so cute. It wasn‘t a rare sight for you per se, she‘s at your home all the time but something about her laying in your bed, holding you tight made it much more special.

You had to break the moment, though. If she really wants you, she would know without the clue of you being in her arms. You wanted to know: were it just slurs?

Slowly, you entangled your body, the blonde grumbling as nothing was in her arms yet still sleeping. you made your way down to the kitchen, starting to make breakfast as music was softly playing in the background. In your own mind, you didn‘t hear her come down the stairs, messy hair, cheeks puffed from last night. Her head hurt like shit, "mornin‘" she greeted, taking a seat on the stool. Wordlessly, you placed a glass of water in front of her, pills next to it.

"Thank you"

You hoped she would say something, say something about last night, about what she admitted.

In the meantime, she played with her glass, counting the left over water droplets, "you know," she started, the empty glass on the counter, "i still want you to be mine"

Your movements stopped, everything just stopped.

"I‘m sorry for last night but not for what i said, i remember everything and if my mind isn‘t playing some games, you‘re mine now" she walked around the island, confidence radiating from her body. Like last night, her arms wrapped around your smaller frame with her forehead resting against your own, "say yes, please. I can‘t stand a day with the knowledge you‘re going out with other people"

Your heart fluttered at her gentle touch, skin burning, "yes"

-

Ella didn‘t know a thing about the two of you, her best friend and little sister - girlfriends.

The last few months had been the happiest of your life, Alessia was an angel, treated you like a royalty, kissed you like you were her forever.

"Baby," the striker looped her arms around your waist from behind as she pressed soft kisses to the side of her neck, "looking stunning as always"

"Lessi" you giggled, interwining your hands as you swayed around, "my pretty girl, amore, the prettiest"

Both of you heard the door open way to late as a loud Ella Toone barged in, "Hi!" she yelled, you jumped away from Alessia, her hands leaving your body as she turned around to the cupboard, "oh hi Less" the Mancunian smiled, not seeing the interaction Alessia had with her little sister, "what‘re you doing here?" she asked instead

"Came to suprise you!" the italian lied, out of the matter of fact, the thing you had was something new and private, nobody knew. And to be honest, neither of you knew how Ella would react. Would she support you? Would she be angry?

-

"Oi! What‘s that?" Ella asked as the three of you sat like so often on the couch, her thumb flew to your neck, rubbing over the reddish mark. Lessi‘s hickey. Your hand swatted Tooney‘s away, holding your neck as a slight hiss left your throat. Alessia chocked on air - she got carried away last night when you visited her, "burnt myself with the curling iron" you stuttered, trying to cover your flustered and caught self.

"Are ya turning into clumsy-Lessi?" she laughed, smacking your thigh, amused by her own joke.

Thankfully, Ella didn‘t realize that there were no curls in your hair.

-

"What are you wearing?" your sister asked her best friend as they sat in the coffee shop.

Confused, the striker looked down at herself, "a hoodie?"

"From whom?"

Just now, Alessia realized it wasn‘t her own - yours. It was the first thing she saw this morning and in her groggy morning state she didn‘t recognized that it was yours. "Looks likes Y/ns" the midfielder added to her question as she took a sip.

"Uh! It‘s not yours?"

"No?"

"Oh shit. The other day when i waited for you, i grabbed it 'cause it looked so cozy, didn‘t know it was hers" she rambled.

"Nah, no worries. We‘re family"

Alessia gulped, oh gosh, how is she ever gonna tell her best friend that she’s in love let alone in a relationship with her little sister?

-

It went on like this for half a year, Ella didn‘t know a thing. Both of you felt bad lying to her but on the other side you didn‘t know what to do.

Alessia loved you.

You loved Alessia.

And the two of you cared so much about Ella and her opinion. So every day that passed, the harder it got for you, the more your heart broke.

"Lessi, i don‘t want to her find out about us, i wanna tell her and everyone" you mumbled in her chest. "I know, baby, me too" she kissed your forehead with so much love as she held you close, "I promise we will tell her soon"

-

"Oh Less, hi? tooney asked as she opened the door.

"Can I come in?" the blonde asked, fists balling as she tried to stay calm.

"Sure! Ya don‘t have to ask"

In a firm voice, she told her bestie, "We need to talk about something" Ellas face growing pale, the striker never one to be this serious, "yeah sure, let‘s take a seat" she signaled to the couch, yet Alessia didn‘t move, "is your sister here?" ske asked instead.

"Yeah, she’s in her room. What is going on?"

"Y/n!" Alessia shouted so you would come down. She didn‘t talk to you about what she was about to do, what she was going to admit but she didn‘t want to lie to her best friend another day and she didn‘t want to hide her feelings for you either.

As you patted down the stairs, you saw your girlfriend with a determined expression on her face and a confused sister sitting on the couch. "Hi" you greeted. Nonetheless that she had a clenched jaw, she grabbed your hand in a gentle manner, pulling you in front of the couch where Ella was sitting.

"I‘m dating your sister" the italian stated firmly. As Ella was about to say something, she cut her off, "before you say something: i love her. And i know sisters are a no-go but i couldn‘t help myself." her voice grew shaky at the so thought end, "please don‘t hate me" she whispered as she looked at Ella who had an unreadable expression on her face. Shamefully, you looked to the ground, squeezing Lessi’s hand: you‘re with her.

Ella didn‘t say anything - she needed to gather her thoughts. After 5 minutes, you were a nervous mess, the same as your girlfriend, "Ella, we‘re so sorry. It- it just happened" you explained, trying to save the situation.

Like a robot, the young lioness stood up from the couch, both of you inhaling sharply, "I‘m so happy!" she exclaimed, arms swinging over your bodies, pulling you in a bear hug. You didn't expect that reaction but were more than happy with it, "that‘s so cool! My little sister and best friend! Less, you’re gonna be my sister-in-law"

Sighing in relief, you felt at peace, all the nerves washing off your body, "You’re not mad?" Less asked to be sure.

"Nah! i love this"

And she meant it when she said it, maybe she didn‘t know about it from very first day and as obvious as she can be, Ella saw your and Alessias mood change over the last few moths, both of you seemed much more happy and at peace. Even If she couldn‘t connect the dots, she was now your biggest supporter.

She sailed the ship Russo-MiniToone.

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[slvtforfiction]

Johnnie with a reader who loves loves loves pink?? And her style is polar opposite from Johnnie nd stuff

Polar opposite types ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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☆ Thank you for the ask anon :)

☆ Johnnie Guilbert X Reader ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

☆ Fluff ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

☆ Headcanons :)

☆ Masterlist

☆ Hey guys! Before anything else I would ask you to request anything you want because I've lost a lot of motivation and it would really help! :D (Please look at pinned post to see if requests are open.)

☆ Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)

☆ If you had hello kitty pajamas,yk Johnnie is getting them with you.

☆ Finds your aesthetic/style cute even if it’s not something he would dress up in.

☆ Will actively show you off,despite your differences.

☆ Will jokingly try to dress in your style for a day to get a YouTube video out of it.

☆ Thinks it’s cute that you love pink and will support you no matter what even if it’s not something he does.

☆ Will help you decorate your room more to your aesthetic and gets really happy seeing your finished room

☆ Will buy you things that remind him of you,even if it’s little he thinks it’s nice to see you wearing or fiddling etc. with whatever he bought you

☆ Will buy you decorations in pink that he saw and help you decorate with them.

☆ I feel like Johnnies main love languages is affirmation and gift giving and he constantly gives you compliments and random little things that made him think of you.

☆ If you’re more scenecore pink he would love to go clothes shopping with you and help you pink out clothes

☆ If you’re more pastel/neutral pink he would love to go shopping with you to pick out random bits that fit your aesthetic

☆ I feel like Johnnie would buy you matching outfits but in different colours

☆ “Babe look what I got!” He’s so excited to show you everything he got on a shopping hall even though it’s not your style.

☆ You could definitely steal and wear his things and because it’s oversized on you it makes him soft,he just wants cuddles w his fav person that’s currently wearing his clothes :( <3

☆ Johnnie drags you into the freezing cold to make a snowman when it snows and will make you wrap up in your pretty pink sweaters and everything he can find,just wants his baby to be warm <3 (random but had to be said)

☆ Definitely buys you pink blankets and buys himself a black blanket for movie nights

☆ Loves to watch you do your makeup,loves to see you put on your pretty blush and eyeliner

☆ Might let you do his makeup for a change (and a video)

☆ If you two ever move in together the house would be divided between pink and black,would mainly let you have the most of the house pink

☆ Johnnie definitely tries to do one of those bleach hoodies but tries to dye the bleach pink for you :( <3

☆ Would also fabric dye some things for you to wear because he likes knowing he made something and you like it enough to wear it even if it’s just around the house/apartment <3

☆ Johnnie loves seeing you in his clothes because it’s just domestic,even though it’s not your aesthetic he just thinks you look pretty either way (especially in his clothes)

☆ Johnnie will buy you jellycats like once a month in pink,will always try to get the seasonal and rare ones if he can

☆ Johnnie loves to see you trying to buy him stuff which fits his personality (like clothes etc.) he just likes that you were thinking of him.

☆ Johnnie definitely tries to buy you jewellery as well as accessories etc.

☆ Johnnie proudly wears whatever you buy him always mentioning “My girlfriend bought me this look how cool this is.” Even if it’s not bought up in conversation he will make sure it’s known to everyone.

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[piratefishmama]

Fake it Till you Make it | Part 17

And adorable.

If one were to ask Steve what he thought was about to happen, he’d be pretty fucking certain that he’d be correct in the fact that Eddie would have kissed him.

He’d have gotten up, crowded Steve against the closet door, and kissed him, and he’d have happily let that and whatever naturally followed happen, had watched in barely contained excitement as Eddie moved, then in deeply fond amusement, as Eddie got himself tangled up in the blankets on the bed and ate shit off the side of it in his haste to get up.

So now Eddie was just lying there, half off the bed, long hair dusting the shaggy rug on the floor, arms over the edge, fingers touching the floor, face down against the blankets, unmoving, wallowing in shame.

Steve adored him.

There wasn’t another word for it. It was a deep, all consuming fondness that warmed his entire being. A fondness that couldn’t allow him to just let Eddie wallow there in embarrassment, so he closed the bedroom door for a little privacy and lowered himself down to his knees in front of the bed. In front of Eddie’s defeated form. “Eddie?” The response was nothing but an oh so sorry for himself little whine. “Oh Bambi… look at me?”

“No. Nope, I’m good here.” Steve huffed a soft little laugh before he crouched lower, hands to the floor, body twisted so he could look up at Eddie from below, using one of his fingers to shift Eddie’s hair out of the way. “Leave me here to wallow.”

“But how will I get the kiss I’m betting my entirely wasted college fund I was gonna get, if you stay there and wallow?” At least that got him to lift his head, surprise flashing across his face as he took in Steve’s position below him “There he iiisss, wanna sit up for me?” It was like Eddie was some frightened animal, expression uncertain, as if expecting ridicule or insult, even as he slowly inched himself back onto the bed, sitting back on his haunches, fingers curled around his own hair holding the strands in front of his face. He looked so small for someone who was actually quite big.

For someone who had the higher position with Steve still on the floor.

So innocent, so perfectly pretty, all dark colours against the white of the sheets and the disarrayed blankets, Steve wanted to ruin him. And then keep him forever.

“You… you want the kiss?” Oh yeah, he was going to get that kiss. Could feel it in the air, the electricity, the calm before a storm where static built before lightning struck. Sure all of that confidence Eddie had momentarily built was now gone, but Steve knew it’d been there. Knew the desire was there. That was more than enough.

“I do if you want to give me one, yeah.” He lifted himself up onto his knees, hands on the edge of the bed, pushing himself up just enough, tilting his head just so, so that if Eddie could feel that same electricity, if Eddie knew to strike, he’d take that chance.

But Eddie didn’t seem as clued up as Steve’s usual hits tended to be. He wanted to, there was no doubt there, but just like in the trailer with their practice, which disappointingly enough they’d not actually needed thus far, Eddie needed coaxing. Needed to be shown that it was okay, he was allowed to want, allowed to take what he wanted, that it was freely up for offer and that all he had to do was take it.

Eddie talked a big game, but present him with a chance at actual intimacy, even something as casual as kissing, and he’d turn into a statue. Or trip over himself and eat dirt. “Can—Can you come up here?”

Steve didn’t miss a thing. One wouldn’t be wrong to call him a little on the stupid side at times, he lacked the intelligence of his small hoard of goblins, but he was observant, he knew what to look for, caught things that most wouldn’t, so when he braced himself, both hands flat on the mattress and pushed himself up, he didn’t miss the way Eddie’s eyes watched his forearms flex. Didn’t miss how he gulped a harsh swallow of gathering saliva, didn’t miss the slight pupil dilation, the flushed cheeks were already there but the rest?

That electricity crackled around them. Eddie didn’t move though.

“There’s nothing wrong with wanting it, you know that right?” Steve had to say it as he joined Eddie on the bed, Eddie tracking his every movement yet unmoving, doe eyes wide as if caught in headlights “I mean, I had a little freak out at first too but... remember in the trailer? How easy it became when you just let yourself go?” How he’d just melted into it, the desire was there, the want, bubbling beneath the surface, desperate to break free.

“It’s not that simple, Steve...” no, not to Eddie, it wouldn’t be, would it? Not usually, and certainly not now with the whole... it’s not real thing hanging over their heads. A hurdle they’d have to get over.

Steve caught Eddie’s chin in between his fingers just as the man tried to break eye contact “you’re thinking way too hard about this, Eddie, where’s all that gusto gone, huh?” He wanted those big brown doe eyes on him.

“Buried by shame.” Eddie pulled his head free from Steve’s grip and sat back on his rear. “And that’s probably for the best too, I mean...there’s no reason to, right? It’s just us in here so you—I mean, we, don’t have to pretend in here, do we?” No reason to get caught up in hormones that should have ebbed years ago. “I mean, in front of your parents, if we have to then—then sure, that’s fine, but... in here?” The bedroom was the safe zone, where they didn’t have to keep up the façade.

“Eddie... I’m going to say this once... just once... and then maybe again every single time you need to hear it because I’m very confident in the fact that you want me, very confident there, almost too confident, but that is mutual, the wanting thing, not the confidence thing because you’re clearly lacking that. The want thing? Very mutual, you’re very attractive and it’s very hard to keep my hands to myself, so if you want it, there’s no pretending here, I would—I mean, I also want that.” Steve had no problem going for things he wanted, even if that thing happened to be a very jumpy metal head he wouldn’t have been seen within ten feet of back in high school. “Why torture ourselves when we could be getting something we both want?”

High school Steve could and very much should go suck something long and hard. Probably blow his damn mind.

Eddie, sweet, innocent, somewhat feral Eddie, took a breath, “you uh... you use those lines on all the girls?” and dared a smile, just enough of one to dimple his cheek in that way that made Steve want to smush them with kisses.

“Never had any of em think this hard about it.” Even the ‘good Christian girls’ didn’t think that hard about it. Steve shifted a little in place, shuffling just a little closer to Eddie. “I’m gonna ask, and if you say no… then that’s that, I’ll respect your wishes” he’d respect the boundaries Eddie put in place no matter how tempting it was to cross them “Can I kiss you, Eddie? Not for this whole thing with my parents but… just to kiss you?”

“…You really want to?”

“Really not sure why that’s so hard to believe, man have you looked in a mirror?” Eddie had always been pretty, he’d always been attractive, he was just… also very loud, and argumentative, and he hurled abuse at the jocks like it was his job to do so. Now… he was quieter, still loud in his own way, but… not in the same way, the post-high school life suited him.

“So it’s strictly physical then, I see how it is” Steve snorted a laugh as he leaned in, butterflies flapping up a storm in his chest because Eddie wasn’t moving away, he was leaning in, didn’t pull away when Steve rested his hand on Eddie’s cheek, cupping his jaw.

“Oh shut up” The giggles puffed against his smiling lips right before they connected? Far superior to any lust-charged kiss, any day.

Part 19

#PirateWrites #FakeItTillYouMakeItFiclet #Steddie #No Upside Down AU #Fake Dating AU #I KNOW WHAT EVERYONE WAS EXPECTING #and maybe that /was/ the original plan #but then i realised where Eddie was #and how he'd need to move to get to Steve #and something much funnier happened #so you get wholesome instead #very on brand for me i think

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I jst saw ur 1k followers event

Can i request woozi with purple 🤌🏻

PAIRING || Jihoon x Female Reader

GENRES || Fluff

WARNINGS || none

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[14:14]

“jihoon?” you called as you stepped into his recording studio, the soft purple glow of the lights overhead illuminating the room. you had been to his studios a million times before but the beauty of the room never failed to catch you off guard, always making you look around once to take in your surroundings. 

“jihoon?” you called again and when you got no response, you stepped in quietly. had he gone out? but it was pretty late-

a soft ‘oh’ escaped you when your eyes landed on the bundle of blankets on the couch, making out the tuft of blond hair peeking out of the blanket as your boyfriend’s head. padding over to him as quietly as you could, you softly shook him.

in other times, you would have chosen to leave him alone, allowing him to rest after leaving a sticky note explaining that you had come and left, stuck on his forehead. but you knew jihoon hadn’t had his dinner yet and it was almost 11, so you chose to wake him up instead.

“jihoon. love, wake up. you need to have your dinner.” you whispered softly, gently patting his head. 

jihoon stirred a little, letting out a small groan as his eyebrows ceased in annoyance. you felt a pang of guilt hit you but you knew it would be worse if you let him be and he ended up sick instead. 

you had to call him once again before he opened his eyes, blinking hard against the soft light as he tried focusing on you. “baby?” he croaked, his voice still hoarse.

“yep, it’s me. i bought you your dinner.” you said with a smile, pointing at the package you had kept on his table. his eyes followed your hand to look at it before turning back to you, gazing at you for a few seconds. 

“what’s wrong?” you asked, smiling softly at him. 

it took him a few more seconds to answer your question. slowly, he sat up and looked at you, taking your hand in his. “nothing. just that, damn you look beautiful in purple. like a goddess.” 

you felt your cheeks heat up at his words as you playfully swatted his shoulder, causing him to laugh. but then, the serious expression returned once more as he said, “i’m serious. you look so, so beautiful.”

“so is purple your favourite colour now?” you joked, getting up to pick the food and another packet that you had kept there. 

“ah shit, this is purple too.” jihoon said, before taking the food from your hand. his face subtly lit up when he saw what you had got for him, causing your heart to skip a beat. despite dating for so long, small actions like this still managed to make you fall in love with jihoon again and again. 

“another banger by woozi.” 

“you worship all my songs way too much, baby.” he said with a grin as he finally began eating. you shrugged at his statement before giving him another smile. “i’m just showering you with the compliments you deserve.” 

“what’s that?” he asked as his eyes fell on the other packet in your hand as you sat down on the bed. 

“this is for you.” you said as you handed him the packet, beaming at him. jihoon blinked at you in surprise before taking it and peeping inside. his mouth formed a small o as he gently pulled out the teddy bear you had got him, staring at the cute little headphones it had attached around its head. 

“do you like it?” you asked quietly, not sure if he was happy with the gift. even though you had thought a lot before buying it, you still weren’t sure if plushies were his thing even if they had headphones on them.

“like it?” jihoon whispered, still staring at the doll in his hand. “baby, i love it. i love it so, so much!”

“oh, thank god!” you said, letting out a sigh of relief. “i’m so glad you like it. to be honest i was worried you wouldn’t like it.”

“why would you think that, love?” he asked, leaning forward to press a soft kiss against your temple. “i love everything you give me. i love everything about you. your entire existence is a gift for me.”

“god, you’re such a flirt.” you giggled, leaning your head against his shoulders. “don’t let the members find out, okay?”

you heard your boyfriend groan at the very thought of it, causing you to laugh even more. “i’ll bury myself alive if i do.”

“no, you can’t do that! what about me then?” you pouted. 

“you’re right.” he said, giving you a spoon of his food. “i could bear all the sufferings of this world for you.” 

you chewed on your food, thinking for some time. “jihoon?”

“hmmm, baby?”

“you look handsome in purple, by the way.”

© 𝐆𝐘𝐔-𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

#╼ 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 #╼ [𝟏𝟒:𝟏𝟒] #caratlibrary #woozi x reader #jihoon x reader #lee jihoon x reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #svt x reader #svt fluff #jihoon fluff #lee jihoon fluff #woozi fluff

[starryylies]

Simon and hyperfem! reader who’s interests are completely different from her personality

Hyperfem! Reader making Simon watch my little pony and then making him play fnaf!!! ๑>ᴗ<๑

Warnings: si is mildly concerned but a sweetie 🥹, reader is adorbs but lowkey insane(cutely), cursing, mentions of cannibalism, mentions of satanic behaviour, mentions of murder, mentions of children getting eaten by animatronics.

“Siiiiii c’mere” you called out from your room where you were bundled up in your favourite pink blanket which had a hello kitty print.

“Comin’ love” si calls out from his study where he was finishing his paperwork regarding his previous mission.

After 5 minutes Simon comes inside watching you cuddled up watching some sort of cartoon with some coloured horses in it.

“What’cha watching love”, he gruffs out as he climbs on the bed getting inside the blanket as he holds you next to him

‘My little Pony and ohhh did you know Ted Bundy kept decapitated heads of 12 of his victims with him to remember his murders.”

-Ok so Simon was pretty much used to your little did you knows which came up with the most eccentric news ahead, he found it quite amusing though that how your interests are completely different from you as a person.-

so he just nodded mumbling a faint uh huh

You pout at his response. “Anyways si leave that let’s play a game”

Simon sighs as he is glad to leave the topic of decapitated heads behind ‘’Sure thing love what game’’ he says as he moves closer to you

“Five nights at Freddy’s si its an awesome game, play w me.”

“Sure love, what’s it about?”

“Animatronics who will try to kill us”

“Sure”, he says hesitantly trying not to laugh at how stupid it sounds, how can an animatronic kill a damn person.

“I have to warn you though, it’s scary for some people.”

“Love I’m not getting scared by some stupid animatronics or Whatever they are.”

“If you say sooo”

As you start playing Simon finds it engaging until the jumpscare comes, nightmare Freddy appears Infont of him ripping his face off in the game.

Simon flinches at that but the weird thing is you just stay quiet not even finding it scary in the slightest bit.

‘Love what the fuck was that’s

‘Nightmare Freddy dummy’

“What. The. Fuck. Is. A. Nightmare. Freddy.”

‘’A sadistic animatronic that kills kids duh’’

‘Yea okay this game is weird’ he murmurs

‘I heard that’

“Okay love m not playin this bullshit” he grumbles out.

“Oki si, it’s alright but did you know dahmer ate his victims”

“Yes love you told me that yesterday”

“Oh oky but did you knowww Richard Ramirez did most of his killings due to his obsession with satanism”

“Mm no love I did not know that” he says sighing keeping his head on your shoulder as he holds your waist and pulls you closer.

“Now you do :D”

You looked so proud of yourself telling him these facts he just couldn’t bring the heart to say no to you. How could he ever say no to you and your weird facts :)

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#cod mw2 #ghost mw2 #simon riley #simon x reader #simon ghost x you #simon ghost x reader #soft simon riley #Simon and hyperfem! reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley fluff #cod simon riley #cod Simon #domestic fluff #domestic cod #tf 141 x reader #tf141 #john price #john price x reader #cod mwii #simon riley call of duty #simon ghost smut #cod fanfic #cod fluff

[ggyuha]

tainted / sukuna

[ summary ] : you can’t satisfy yourself anymore and a devil sent from below can help you with just that. ( wc is 2.3k )

[ c/w ] : dom!incubus!sukuna x afab!reader, unprotected piv, degrading, pussy slapping, choking, oral (f receiving), fingering, edging

[ note ] : i’m sorry for disappearing on y’all, school is fucking me over (wished it was my bbgs instead) but here you go! a little peace offering :D also my reqs r open so just slide into asks if u have any requests ^^

“come on…” impatience and desperation wrapped your voice like blankets. you continued to pleasure yourself, the tip of your finger rubbing slow, desperate circles on your throbbing nub, seeking to get yourself to finish—but frustration washed over you though when you realised that you can’t make yourself reach orgasm. how long have you been doing this? minutes? hours?

feeling defeated, you let your arms fall beside your half-naked body. tears damped your eyes as you shut them too tightly, feeling the throb in your temples. you opened them again and stared at your ceiling—too long, too pathetically. your thoughts began to unravel, flowing in your head like a melody—a perverse melody. there’s a feeling, churning in the pits of your abdomen, waiting to be released and no matter how much the dirty thoughts stimulated you, the feeling of your own skin against you just doesn’t do the trick anymore.

your room’s temperature felt like it dropped suddenly. you pulled your duvet to cover your thinly cladded body yet the coldness persisted. it’s already mid summer so it’s quite impossible to feel such chilliness, especially when the nights haven’t been going down to 26 yet, at the very least.

you heard a creak not far from your bed. it sounded like your chair on the corner of your room under someone’s weight, like someone sat down. you could barely keep your eyes open from the fatigue and sleepiness and so with half-lidded eyes, you looked around your room. near the corner, you could make out a dark silhouette of a tall creature, manspreading on your chair.

“hello,” it spoke. your heart started pounding against your chest, the thin clothes barely helping with drowning the noise. thump thump thump. “you called for me.” this time, you could recognise that it was a man’s voice. it was deep and seductive or maybe you were just too stimulated but you could feel your core pulsating.

“i did not call for anyone,” you replied in a hushed tone, too disoriented to question his presence. you pulled up the blanket while you sit up on the bed, leaning on one of your elbows. the strange man stood up and walked to your direction and when the moonlight hit his features, you could only let out a gasp—your breath and words tied together, somewhere in the back of your head but your tongue couldn’t do its job.

“is that right?”

his skin was pale and almost glowing, his coloured hair was tousled and messy and thick lines of what seemed like tattoos covered the outlines of his face and his torso. he had a taunting and dangerous expression; sharp, smug eyes, a tall nose and plump lips, a tantalising smile plastered on his beauty. his torso was bare, his defined muscles and abdomen were all for you to stare at. he had white loose pants hanging on his slim waist and behind him, oh behind him was a devil’s tail.

so pretty yet so strange. you knew what he was but you couldn’t bring yourself to admit it. of course, it’s absurd—no matter how needy you felt, there’s just no way someone like him would magically appear in front of you… right?

he took a step forward, and another, and another. in a flash, he was already dangerously close to you, standing but a few inches away. you could smell his scent—strong and minty.

he caressed your left cheek with his hand. you instinctively looked up at him. he chuckled at your reaction, keeping his stupid smirk on his stupid lips. “didn’t call for me, huh? yet here you are, lookin’ at me like that.” he bent forward, his nose brushing against yours. “tell me, girl; tell me why i’m really here.” his tail began tracing your skin, starting from the ankle and up, up, up then—gasp—it drew circles on your inner thighs. it was barely something but it felt too close to the pooling wetness between your legs that you could already feel yourself going wild. “i… i—” you couldn’t focus. all you could think about was what you wanted to happen, right now. he’s strange, he’s sin itself but you wanted him to take you. you wanted him to make you feel good.

“say it,” he grunted. this time, his free hand gripped your waist to pull you closer. you swallowed the lump in your throat and opened your lips. “i want you to take me,” you said, “i want you.” he raised his brows, seemingly unsatisfied with your answer. nonetheless, it was the only thing he needed before he started owning your lips. he pulled and suckled on your lower lip especially before swiping the tip of his tongue in between your lips, demanding permission to slip into your warm mouth.

when he did, he played with your tongue like it was the most normal thing to do, swirling and sucking. you were dying for him to touch you everywhere, anywhere but you remained patient. his mouth finally left your lips and traced wet kisses from your cheek to your jaw to your neck. when he sucked your skin and bit on it, you couldn’t help but moan for him softly. he did this some more, teeth and tongue leaving your neck darkly bruised.

you could feel him leaning in harder. in no time, he had you pinned down on your bed. he held your hands on top of your head while his mouth traveled your skin. he left more marks on your collarbones and then his mouth finally found your chest. he was slow with his movements, teasing as he calmly pulled your tank top over your head before his head leaned back down to bite your skin, your chest, cleavage and the very flesh of your tits covered with hickeys.

his tongue circled around your hard nipple and then sucked on it, your other breast was being fondled by his free hand, nipples pinched between his long fingers. you let out warm breaths and soft whimpers. you couldn’t look at him at all until you felt his kisses began trailing down and down and down. you gasped. “wait—” your eyes met his and it was clear to you or to anyone that could’ve seen it, that it was filled with nothing but lust.

he gave you a lopsided smirk. his hands worked their way around your thighs, opening them as widely as he pleased. you wanted to take your eyes off of the view in embarrassment but you were curious and needy. when you gave no protest, he leaned down and gave your clit a light peck which earned a yelp. you could feel him smirking against your skin. with the flat of his tongue, he began licking your folds gathering your sweet taste before he focused on your throbbing clit and the sensation had you closing your eyes and bending your feet.

he increased the intensity, stiffening his tongue to flick on your bundle of nerves with its tip, working you up with a nasty set of patterns, making filthy sounds while messily eating you out like a starved man—or devil—and soon he had you squirming and wriggling. he spat on your clit, alternating between sucking and licking. you were close, you could feel the familiar tensing of your thighs and your abdomen but then he stopped. you let out a groan of protest. “wait, no! oh god, i was close.” frustration, once again, washed over you. he wiped his face with the back of his hand and gave you a smug look. you wanted to push your hips against his mouth but he got up and his upper half towered over you.

“what a brat,” he said. you furrowed your brows at him and got slightly up to grab his hips. your futile try of taking over was soon put to an end when he pushed you down, his hand gripping your slim neck. he wasn’t choking you exactly but you could still feel the pressure against your throat. “couldn’t wait ‘til i make you cum?” he asked mockingly. you stared at his dark eyes, waiting impatiently for him to do something. “sorry, yeah, please…” you could barely speak. “too polite when needy, huh.” he let your throat go and for a moment, you missed the dangerous grip he just had around your neck.

he pressed his big palm on your abdomen and you watched him as he swiped the pad of his middle finger along your slicked cunt. it earned him a whine, pretty little sound, and he pushed it in. “hng,” you moaned as he thrusted the digit slowly while curling it to touch that sweet spot up your insides.

“like it?” he asked with a smirk. you nodded frantically and he snorted. “‘course you do, you whore.” his tail joined in once more, tracing teasing circles on your inner thigh before pressing against your clit with good pressure. “god!” you yelped as he inserted another digit, his juice coated fingers pumping your insides intensely, curling them to touch your g-spot while the tip of his tail was slow in its ministration.

“god?” he raised a brow at you, looking you with distaste, “dumb bitch. god isn’t here. the devil’s fucking you, ain’t he now?”

you don’t know when did he pull his pants down but he pulled his fingers out, his tail trailing up your body, leaving a nasty string of your juices on your abdomen up to your chest then it wrapped around your throat, just beneath your jaw. you inhaled shakily and he could feel your heart pulsing on your neck.

he wrapped a fist around his length, pulling the foreskin down and you saw how red, how angry his tip is, leaking with precum already. “i—i don’t know about this…” you whispered breathlessly, “i’m not sure it’ll fit.”

“shut the fuck up. horny little bitch, can’t take a good cock when you’re the one that summoned me here?”

he knelt between your parted legs, his dick in his large palm, the tip teasingly gliding along your slicked pussy. you whined and looked at him with pleading eyes. he’s just being downright mean.

he smirked at your pathetic expression and without warning, pushed past your entrance. you gasped at how much he’s stretching you and he wasn’t even halfway in yet. “so fuckin’ wet f’me.” he mumbled and bottomed out, the sudden stretch making you shriek in pain.

he eyed you with impatience, giving you a bit of time to adjust before he began moving. you could feel yourself clenching every time he pushed back in; his tip hitting your hilt so perfectly. you weren’t even over yet with how magnetic this all felt when he started rubbing circles on your clit. “nooo,” you whined, “too much. too much.” but you couldn’t stop moaning. every touch, every move he made felt electric to you—sending you all waves of pleasure. “fucking slut.” he growled while his other hand gripped your hips aggressively. you were moaning so much that breathing out was almost impossible. every time your mouth parted, only a whine or a moan came out.

he cursed you once more and truth be told, you couldn’t care less as long as he kept rocking his hips into you. you could barely hear him now that there’s a faint ringing in your ears. he began thrusting harder, this time his tip aggressively hitting against your hilt, his shaft grazing all the good spots without even trying. it felt good, oh god it was so good.

“fuck, please… more.” he smirked once again. “‘s that right? want me to break you, girl?” his tail unwrapped around your neck to tease your erect nipples, rubbing circles around them before giving them a rough pinch. at this point, you believed you felt at peak. your thigh began tensing, you were practically squeezing his cock with his every thrust. “close… close,” you couldn’t even form a sentence but he understood well; and perhaps it was a bad thing that he did because he started slowing down and rocking softly.

“fucking beg for it, you desperate whore,” he said. your patience was already wearing thin so any trace of shame already left you long ago. “harder, please. i wanna cum, please, i’m cumming—” the room was filled with nasty squelching sounds, his skin slapping yours. he pulled out, save for the tip of his dick, angling it just to push back in and hit that spongy spot mercilessly with rough thrusts. “that’s right. cum all over my cock, you pathetic human.” you moaned loudly, agreeing with anything he’s got to say to you. fine, you’re no better than a slut, fine, you’re so fucking desperate but at least he got you reaching climax so hard, you could see stars.

“shit, that’s it. keep clenching, baby. you’re so tight,” his thrusts became sloppy, ramming into your pussy with urgency. you could feel him twitch inside you and with a few more thrusts, your hips bucked upwards, riding your crashing orgasm while he filled your womb with ropes of his cum, rocking into you with stuttering movements as he finished inside you.

you can tell that he came a lot but again, it probably isn’t unusual for his kind. he pulled out with a pop and his eyes glanced down at your twitching cunt, his cum oozing out. he took two fingers and fucked them back in you. “take it all, slut.”

he pulled his fingers out and returned his focus on you with a condescending expression. he caught you trying to close your eyes and he slapped your sensitive clit. “shit!” you yelped with an alarmed look and whimpered involuntarily. “you think you deserve rest? stupid bitch. i didn’t come here for nothing.”

he flipped you over on your stomach, his big hand pressing the back of your head, your cheek buried on your pillow. “lift that ass up. i’m gonna fuck you ‘til i get my fill, got that?”

#ggyuha 🍓 #sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #incubus sukuna #jjk smut #ryomen sukuna #jujutsu kaisen

[saltydumplings]

Can I request a vampire and a werewolf hanging out, talking about their terrible and eternal curses that robbed them of their humanity?

Request #31

I feel like this turned out a lot cuter than the request suggested, lol.

"I miss the sun," the vampire started. They were sat on the porch steps of a cabin, staring out at the dark woods around them. "I feel like my world is missing colour. Like the second I got bit my sight switched over to grayscale."

Beside them, following their gaze, the werewolf could almost understand that. The forest looked so vibrant during the day: glowing green in amber light, speckled with the red and brown of mushrooms and the white of clustered flowers; there were pink blossoms in spring, and in the fall the valley was overcome with orange - that single colour sweeping through everything in its path without remorse or signs of stopping. The moonlight ruined that though. It washed it out, and the shadows dulled whatever remained.

"I can understand that," the werewolf said after some consideration. "It must be hard, only ever seeing half of what the world has to offer."

The vampire hummed. "Warmth too. I miss days when I could just lie in the sun."

The werewolf took the confession as an invitation to move closer. They repositioned themself behind the other's back, arms encircling the vampire's waist whilst their nose nuzzled against their neck - taking in their scent slowly.

"I miss my control," the werewolf admitted. "I hate having days that I don't remember. Days that could change everything for me - and usually never in a good way."

Nothing was scarier than waking up in the middle of nowhere, alone, not knowing what had come before that. Sometimes they'd find blood under their fingernails or fresh injuries like something else had tried to mawl or ensnare them.

"Perhaps I can remember those days for you," the vampire offered. "To the best of my ability - if you like."

The werewolf paused, a little taken aback. "You would do that for me?"

The vampire leaned back into them, turning to place a kiss against the werewolf's forehead. "Of course I would. It's the least I could do."

In response, the werewolf let out a small rumble of a sound as they returned the affection, first kissing the vampire's lips and then their neck - pulling them in closer still.

"Maybe I can return the favour: provide enough shade for a sunset. Sunrise, even, if you're feeling brave."

The vampire chuckled, hands locking around the werewolf's own. "Brave? I think you have me mistaken for another vampire."

"Hmm, well, certainly brave enough to share a bed with a wolf."

"How else would I stay warm in winter?"

"Ah, so I'm just a glorified radiator now then?" the werewolf asked.

"Yes, amoung other things..." the vampire teased.

"Other things?" The werewolf let out a low growl, tail wagging behind them in a playful manner. "You want to expand upon that?"

All too happily their partner complied. "Well, you're also a spectacular pillow. Very comfy. Not to mention a pretty reliable chair - sometimes even a footstool when you're in one of those moods where you just like to curl up on the floor and--"

"I'll show you who's a footstool!" the werewolf declared suddenly, standing and taking the vampire with them as they turned back towards the cabin.

The other let out a startled yelp that broke into giggles, struggling lightly as the werewolf threw them over their shoulder. "Werewolf, no! D-Down!"

"Down?! Oh, you're in trouble now!"

They went inside, laughing, closing the door behind them softly with the vampire tucked tight between their arms.

The curtains closed soon after.

An hour later and pink light was spilling across the sky, the werewolf peeking out at it whilst their partner slept contentedly on the bed - lovingly bundled up to their chin in blankets.

One day, the werewolf thought. One day they could share this.

But not just yet...

#writing snippet #monster x monster #vampire x werewolf #werewolf x vampire #werewolf #vampire

[pedrito-friskito]

I am a desperate little gremlin (who’s brain is refusing to go to sleep for some reason), politely asking for your Oberyn hcs? Or really any GoT hcs?

Thanks for always indulging in my nonsense <3

SCOUT SCOUT SCOUT SCOUT SCOUT

I’m sorry for letting this sit in my askbox for so long, my hyperfixations drifted for a while 😭 BUT I’m back on my GoT bullshit (for now) with a few hcs for our favourite prince AND a little something spicy under the cut cuz I’m in a M O O D.

oberyn martell headcanons:

this man is SMART. like…we already know oberyn is well-spoken and witting and cunning (and a little too vengeful but that’s what fix-it fics are for) but he’s a sexy-level of intelligent. and he’s a bookworm!! he reads any and every book he can get his hands on, his head is full of historical facts and timelines and details of battles won and lost. he can recount full summers and winters and when his girls ask for a story late at night, when they can’t sleep, he’s more than happy to spin a tale that’s not far off from the colourful past.

he’s a hopeless romantic. yes, he’s a gigantic flirt and a devil between the sheets and yes, he has you wrapped around his finger in the blink of an eye, but he does it well. we’re talking flowers and gifts and poems delivered to your chambers in the middle of the night. walks through the water gardens and long conversation, not just winning you over with his generosity, but his personality, his admiration, his ambition. he falls for you just as hard as you fall for him.

dorne is beautiful, no denying, and I like to think that the sweet prince has many secret hiding places, mini oasis (oases? the english language is weird) with beautiful gardens he likes to tend to. he could spend hours amongst the greenery, the exotic fruits and the sound of birds. he enjoys the beautiful things, and finds solace wherever he can.

I was gonna say he’s adventurous in bed but….that pretty much goes without saying so I don’t think it counts as an hc 😂 (and see below…😏)

silk - oberyn martell x fem!reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: light bondage, teasing, oberyn comes with his own warning, dirty talk, idk what the fuck this is and it’s unedited so HAVE FUN 💕

“Ah, ah, ah,” he purrs, the tip of his nose dragging along the stretch of your inner thigh. “Not yet, my love. You are doing so well for me.”

You can’t help the whine that falls from your lips, hips lifting to chase his slick lips. The ties around your wrists pull taut, the headboard behind you creaking with your movement. You can’t see him, but you can feel him, hands roving around your hips and over your stomach, fingers dancing along your skin as he kisses your skin, nips your flesh between his teeth.

“L-lover,” you stutter out, “Oberyn, please.”

He clucks his tongue at you now, and you can almost see the cat-like grin as he moves higher up the bed, adjusting the numerous pillows and blankets as he goes. His shoulder hooks beneath your knee, spreading you wider, putting you on display. 

You’ve been at this for hours.

It was like a game of cat and mouse, from the moment you opened your eyes. Every corner you turned, he was there, a mischievous light in those dark eyes, hands twitching when you brushed past. You teased just as hard as he did, hovering too close when you poured him more wine, swishing your skirts just the right way when he walked by. The look in his gaze had become something more feral, more intimidating, but you were more than happy to play along.

The sun had barely fallen when he’d summoned you to his chambers, the balcony doors wide open to let the warm Dornish air fill the space. The prince stood at the ledge, a glass of wine in his hand, his chest bare, that thick golden chain he favoured dangling from his neck. He held something in his grip as he turned to you, dark coloured fabric that shone in the torchlight. Silk scarves; he’d brought you one back as a gift from his last journey to Essos.

His lips twitched into a grin as the door shut behind you, the lock clicking shut when you sank against the wood. “My prince?”

“Do you trust me, my love?” he called, head cocked to the side. He set the glass of wine down, took the silk between both hands, slipping the fabric between his knuckles, watching it move like water through his fingers. “Would you let me try something we haven’t tried before?”

You weren’t one to deny your prince.

First, he had slipped the silk over your eyes, a loose knot tied at the back of your head, enough to cover your eyes. Once it was fastened, he turned you to face him, palms cupping your shoulders, and leaned in slow. You could feel it, the shift in the air as he came closer. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, then let his mouth drag across the silk, the fabric catching on his lips.

He caught your chin next, a knuckle knocked beneath it, tilting your face up, your head back. “My beauty,” he murmured, thumb rubbing at your bottom lip, spreading your saliva along the pad. “Oh, how I cannot wait to watch you come undone.”

Oberyn laid you out on the bed next, sweeping you into his arms and carrying you across the room. You squealed when he swept you off your feet, clinging to him as he held you, burying your nose in his neck.

“I would not let you fall, my love.”

My love. My beauty. The possessiveness had you keening, even before he’d even started to touch you.

You stretched out as he laid you down, legs shifting beneath the thin skirts of your shift. He moved with you, hovering over you, your arms still latched around his neck, knees knocking wide for his hips to slide between.

He kissed you hard, tongue tasting of wine as it dipped into your mouth. You moaned, and he drank the noise, humming in approval when you buried your fingers in his hair, wrapped the short strands around your knuckles. When your hands moved, trailing down his shoulders, he struck, reaching for your wrists, pulling them away from his body. He held both in one big hand, tugged your arms over your head. You followed his lead, your eyes fluttering against the silk as he rolled his hips into yours as he manoeuvred you, and then you felt it.

More silk, looped around your wrists, pulled just taut enough to keep you in place, keep your hands from roaming his body. You bit back your whine at the notion of not touching him while he tended to you, but it was quickly replaced with another moan as he tugged your shift aside, lowered his mouth to your chest and took your nipple between his teeth.

Slowly, he touched you. Every skim of his fingers was featherlight, every scrape of his teeth just this side of not enough. Wherever his fingers moved, your body reacted, muscles twitching and limbs lifting, trying to get closer, trying to get more.

But he wouldn’t give it.

It was nearly torturous, the way he was dragging out your pleasure. Most nights, he’d bring you to that peak multiple times, pulling noises from your throat you didn’t think yourself capable of. This was different, the way he made you beg, the way your body did it willingly. He dragged you straight up to the edge, then left you there, waited for you to relax, before starting over, back to the beginning, your heart racketing in your chest.

And it’s been hours.

“Oberyn,” you keen, and he brushes the backs of his knuckles against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Every touch makes you twitch, and your spine arches when you feel his hot breath against your hotter core. “Please.”

“So sweet when you beg,” he murmurs, the feeling of his tongue flicking at your clit following a moment later. You gasp. “This pleasure, it feels incredible, does it not? I can see it, just below the surface of your skin. Like a fire, coming to life.” Another lick. “Though, I must admit, I do miss the feeling of your hands on me.”

“Let me—” you start, but you never get the words out completely. He licks at you, groaning into your very depths, every nerve in you sparking to life. Thick fingers spread you open, and even with the blindfold, you can feel his eyes on you, that heavy gaze raking over every inch of your body.

“Oh, my love,” he whispers, giving you another lick, the flat of his tongue a scorching heat that feels like it never ends. “We’re just getting started.”

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[theloveoftoms]

sittin' on the dock of the bay - jake 'hangman' seresin x reader

Summary: a fun day at the beach with your boyfriend. suntanning, swimming, and shirtless hangman, what more is there to want? ;)

A/N: I had a dream about hangman about a month ago, and I finally found the time to finish editing this piece. I hope you enjoy :D (all of those steamy photos of hangman in my for you tab have been getting to me 😤🤤)

The warmth of the summer breeze rushed through a patch of long wispy grass in a way that was calming and familiar. The ocean, a colour composed of a variety of blues, was calmer than usual today, the waves rolling in like clouds in the night; quietly and gracefully.

Jake Seresin, the man you had been seeing for the past little while, invited you out for a day on the beach. Usually, the San Diego beach in the heat of August wasn't something you were fond of. It was nearly impossible to find a spot in the sand with any privacy on the beach where little children and seagulls alike weren't scavenging through your tote for juice boxes and cookies. However, dating a man in the navy had its perks; there was a private 'on base' beach that members and their families and friends could use, any time they wanted.

it was mid afternoon, about three or four, when you drove up to Hangman's uniformly neat base condo. The sun hung low in the sky and filled the air with its usual tone composed of pinks and blues and tangerine. San Diego sky's were your favourite. You parked your red Toyota in front of the lawn, and walked to the front door, tote bag in hand.

You rang the bell, and noticed your reflection in the glass of the screen door. The fuchsia bikini that you had on was one of your favourite swimsuits. The colour was flattering with both your complexion and your curves. It had a scoop neck with a small keyhole in the centre, revealing a hint of your chest. Atop of your swimsuit, you were wearing an airy white linen top - after all you were on a navy base and wanted to look somewhat presentable. And on your waist, over your matching pink bottoms was a pair of simple denim shorts. And by the time you finished admiring your outfit in the glass, there he was, hangman, grinning at you from the doorframe.

"Wow," he said, putting a hand around your waist, pulling you close, "I didn't know I loved the colour pink so much."

You rolled your eyes in a playful manner and planted a gentle kiss on your boyfriends cheek. "You all ready to go?"

Jake nodded, stepping out into the porch, putting on the pair of aviators that he so carelessly loved. Grabbing a small cooler - filled of beer and doritos no doubt- and closing the door behind him. And in a tone that was more hushed, Jake said, "might have to take that thing off of you later."

You gave your boyfriend a slap on the arm and smirked, "in your dreams hangman."

From Hangman's near seaside apartment, it only took about five minutes until the two of you were seated comfortably on the blanket that you had brought. The sun was brightly shining above and your toes were in the sand. There were a couple of other people on the beach; a family of four, a couple, and people by themselves, suntanning against the backdrop of the sand. Overall, it was pretty private. Not too loud, but not too quiet either. Perfect.

Seated on the blanket, your wavy hair blowing in the wind, Jake opened the cooler, revealing a six pack of vodka coolers and copper-toned beer bottles. "Want anything hon?"

"I'll take a beer," you said, slipping out of your denim shorts, and quickly covering your legs with them bottom hem of your linen shirt.

"Thats my girl," he said, handing you the bottle.

The two of you lay out in the sun, talking and laughing, and enjoying your drinks. This was relaxing and very unlike any date you had ever been on with Jake. Generally, your dates involved a loud bar or some sort of activity you usually wouldn't do, like karaoke singing or axe throwing. It was definitely a change of pace to have some leisure time with Hangman, but it was actually quite nice to simply just relax beneath the sun with him at your side.

However, after laying out for nearly thirty minutes, it began to feel a bit too hot for you. Your boyfriend, who was somehow asleep, didn't stir when you whispered his name, I guess it would be a solo swim. You took off the remainder of your accessories, like your sunglasses and woven bracelet, Birkenstocks, and white linen shirt and began a leisurely walk out to the ocean.

The bay was calm, the waves tricking in against your legs as you began to wade slowly into the water, kicking about the waves as they rolled in. The water was colder than you had thought, but it felt refreshing compared to how the sun was baking down onto your skin moments ago.

You swam around until you were cool enough, splashing in the waves, letting the salty water refresh you, until you were almost too cold.

The walk out of the ocean was never as glamorous as the walk in. Your hair, which had been perfectly blown out in a wavy pattern, was now darker and clung together in a way that was not luxurious. Your swimsuit didn't have the same pink shimmer to it as it did before, but soon enough the sun would dry you off and all would be as it was.

Back at the blanket, you had nearly dried off when Jake had finally woken up, grinning up at you. "How was the water?" he asked, shedding his sunglasses.

You folded up the magazine you had been reading, "it was great," you replied, "you looked so relaxed, I didn't want to wake you."

On your stomach, you took the liberty to lean atop of your boyfriend, planting a trail of kisses up the back of his palm, up his forearm, and up to his bicep. Jake's lips, taught in their usual smirk grinned through the process. "And to what do I owe this surprise?" he said as he propped himself up on his arms, his biceps firm, and the muscles of his chest flexing in the act.

You crawled forward, until you were laying nearly atop of your boyfriend. Looking down at him, you took a moment to admire really how gorgeous he was, with his long lashes, his oceanic green eyes, and his somehow perfectly angled jaw. Jake Seresin was here, in front of you, and very very hot. You smiled, and then kissed him gently on the bow of his lips.

The kiss tasted like summer air and a forbidden lust that seemed just out of reach. The kiss was gentle and slow, the kind that was suitable to a lazy day at the beach. But as soon as the waves broke upon the shore, Jake's tongue found its way into your mouth as his hand curled around your waist in a corresponding manner. The kiss got deeper as all you could hear was the sound of the ocean in your ears; the waves and the wind and the birds that flew above the nearby sea.

Noticing how unconfroable you back must feel from literally leaning over him, Jake did the singlee handledly hottest thing imaginable. He proped himself up on his right arm - just a bit more than before - and gently rolled you over onto you back, all while still immersed in the kiss.

Breaking the kiss, Jake, who was now on top, looked down at you, grinning, "god," he sighed, "your beautiful," right before he resumed the hot and gentle kissing pattern.

And beneath the kiss, while you smiled to yourself, Jake's hand found its way to your side, gently trailing itself up the side of your ribcage until the tips of his fingers brushed gently against the underside of your breast. "Is this okay?" he mumbled in-between kisses.

You nodded, "yes," and brought your hands around his torso and began to gently rub his muscular back.

Jake let the kiss linger into something slow and sweet as his hand trailed across your chest. Breaking the kiss, his mouth coming close to your ear, he whispered gently, "we better go back to mine before we get kicked off the beach."

You smirked, kissing him once before he rose to his feet, waisting no time in the act. "Lets see how long it takes us to get back there," you said, slipping on your sandals.

Jake grinned, "race you there."

And off in the heat of the mid-afternoon San Diego sun, you and Jake were running down the beach, back to his condo, the wind in your hair and the love in your hearts.

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[user-rui]

Alpha!Seme!Male!Reader x Omega!Uke!Male!Insert

(U/n) = Uke name

(Y/n) = Your name

This is a text that has you inserting yourself as the top, and a bottom of your choice. While it is meant to be this way, you can really insert any name anywhere and it'd work out. Also cross posted on Ao3 right here.

Hope you're all familiar with good old omegaverse :).

-(Y/n)'s POV-

"Thanks for having us over."

"No problem, I mean, it is Friday after all."

Today (U/n) and I were at (friend name)'s house. The three of us were going to chill and watch movies. It's been a while since we got together so we decided to hang out. (Friend name) started the movie, (movie name) and handed us a bowl of (snack name).

My boyfriend climbed into my lap and made himself comfortable before picking up the (snack name) and munching on it. The movie got to the climax when I felt (U/n) shift a lot on my lap. As if he was rubbing himself on me.

Worried, I decided to ask him about it. "Dear, are you alright?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine... Just w-watch the movie..." He panted in response.

Something seems off... I thought as I focused back to the screen. And something smells really good... like... (uke pheromone smell, it could be anything you find pleasing)... wait, does that mean… "Shit! Are you in heat (U/n)?!" I whispered in a little shocked tone.

(Friend name), who has been quiet the entire time paused the movie and turned to stare at us. "Hah, (Y/n)... I-I feel hot a-and Ah- I don't feel good... Mhh... (Y/n)... Touch me..." (Friend name) lived in the middle of nowhere, and we lived pretty far. With no other options, I frantically turned to (friend name). "Uh... could you lend an old pal a bedroom? And some condoms? I'll clean up afterwards. Promise." (Friend name) sighed and led me, with (U/n) squirming in my arms, to the guest room. "Thanks man."

"There are condoms in the nightstand, and you owe me one."

I went into the room and put (U/n) onto the fairly large bed. Then I went back to close and lock the door. Once I turned around, I found my precious uke on his knees with a couple fingers in ass, rubbing his hard, dripping erection against the blanket and moaning my name.

He seemed to suddenly remember that we're in a room together and stumbles his way over, lust clouding his eyes as he begs me to fuck him: "(Y-y/n) I-I want your big alpha dick~ wu- I-I need it~! A-alpha~ please~!" My omega wrapped his trembling arms around my neck as he started to hook his creamy legs around my waist, causing friction in the process.

If I said I wasn't turned on, it would be a complete lie. (U/n)'s pheromones alone would make me lose control over myself. Along with him also begging me for it, I was trying very hard not to eat him on the spot.

"Now now dear, let's take this to the bed, alright?" My boyfriend nodded into my shoulder as I walked back to the bed. Placing my needy uke on the (colour) covers, I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom. After hastily putting it on, my hands wandered over to his excited friend and began to stroke the shaft, causing more sticky precum to leak out.

I kissed my omega along his jawbone, slowly going downwards, leaving them all over his shoulder and stomach. With every kiss, I felt (U/n) tremble even more. "S-s-stop t-teasing already and d-do me..." I chuckled before answering: "Now how can I reject such an offer~?" As I lined up my hard on with his dripping wet heat, I felt my love tense up. He must be scared that I'll hurt him.

On the news, there's recently been an alpha who raped a male omega, and that omega was seriously injured. (U/n) didn't have sex with me once afterwards, which resulted in him being very scared now. "Baby, look at me," I said in a dominating yet gentle voice.

He slowly opened his (uke eye colour) hues, looking up into mine with tears and lust. "I'll try to control myself, so don't worry." I caressed his cheek a bit before he melted once again. Going as gently as I could, I inserted my member, bit by bit until the shaft was completely swallowed by (U/n)'s hole.

"A-alpha... m-move please..." my omega stuttered after he got used to my size. Complying, I started to thrust my hips, trying to control my inner beast from ravishing him. Leaning down, I whispered sweet nothings into his ear, trying to calm my mate down: "It's alright, I'm right here and I'll be gentle... Loosen up a bit (U/n), you're going to hurt yourself..."

"Fuah... F-faster... (Y/n)..." I went a bit faster, still very careful of my mate. "A-alpha... m-my dick hurts... H-help me... (Y/n)..." Tears formed in his (uke eye colour) orbs falling freely onto the covers below.

"I'll have to go faster then, is that alright?"

"J-just break me... Ah... Alpha... Hurry..." I immediately thrusted my member balls deep, making my uke shutter and moan out of surprise. "AHHH~!" My sense of reason was lost to lust, as I grabbed my partners feminine waist and pulled it towards me with every thrust, pushing my hard erection deeper.

The sound of skin slapping could now be heard as I was pounding him real hard. It seemed that I've fucked him to cloud nine. He had saliva running down both sides of his gaping mouth, wet fluids dripping out of the front and the back, creating lewd squelching sounds as I fucked him. 

"AH~! ALPHA~!! NGH~! H-HARDER~! D-DO ME TILL I AH~!! CAN'T STAND~!!!"

"Ngh- (U/n)~ I l-love you so much-"

"AHH~! I-I LOVE YOU TOOO~!" His insides were clenching around me every time I pulled out, as if his ass wanted to keep me inside of him. "S-shit (U/n), if you keep clenching that much I'll come really soon..." 

"T-than Ah~! P-please do~ I w-want Hah~ (Y/n)'s thick alpha semen to Ngh~ Impregnate me~! I wanna have (Y/n)'s babies~!!" (U/n)'s moans became more and more like screams as I was pounding harder and harder into him, abusing his prostate every time I thrusted in. "AHH!! HAH!! C-CUMMING!! (Y/N)!!"

I grunted a response as I gripped my lover hips pulling him closer to me as I was about to release as well. I felt thin arms wrap around my neck as my uke threw his head back in pleasure as I went even deeper into him. "(Y/NNNNNNN)~!!!" Screeched the (uke hair colour) haired male as his ass tightened and he came all over our sweaty bodies.

"W-wait alpha... Ngh~ I-I can't Ah~ take anymore... Stop Hah~ Stop thrusting!!"

"J-just a bit more (U/n), I'm almost there..." Not soon after I came inside my omega, filling the condom with my seed. Flopping down onto him, we both shared a kiss as I waited for the knot to go down, and once it did, I pulled out and threw the condom away. "Are you satisfied now, my needy omega?"

"No... I still feel hot and h-horny..." My omega embarrassingly turned away before whispering: "C-can we do it again?" I smirked as I tiredly complained: "But I'm too tired, (U/n). Maybe if you top, I'll let you do it." I felt my uke jerk a bit before turning around and climbing onto me. "You forgot the condom, baby," I reminded. 

After notifying him, he turned to the nightstand and grabbed one, before fiddling a bit with the packaging and putting the condom on.

My uke slowly began emitting more and more pheromones, which meant he was getting needy once again. My own member start to stand at his smell, which made me hard in no time. I sat up and leaned against the headboard as I watched my flustered boyfriend climb into my lap and position himself over my member, hugging my neck as he carefully lowered himself onto me, trembling the entire time. I observed his pleasured face as he bounced himself on me, taking in my entire length with every bounce.

His (uke eye colour) eyes were half lidded and he had a small smile planted on his face as he kept on chanting my name every time I hit a spot deep within him. His bounces became more and more floppier as he was getting tired from moving so much. I decided to regain dominance by pinning my mate to the bed, so I was on top of him. Then I pulled out all the way to the tip, before harshly smashing it back in and mercilessly pounding him.

His moans and groans all turned me on, and his act of dominance just now turned me on even more. I was pounding (U/n) so hard now, he couldn't say a sentence without stuttering: "(Y-y/n)... Ah~! A-are you Fuah~! C-close? I-I want Hah~ You to c-cum i-inside Ahh~! Me!! F-FILL ME W-WITH Y-YOUR AHHH~ SEMEN!!!" He came right after, squeezing his ass against my cock, making me grunt and cum as well. 

After pulling out and disposing of the condom, I realized my mate had fallen asleep (or passed out it could be either). I cleaned him off before cleaning the room a bit. After clothing my uke and carrying him to my car, I explained to (friend name), who had a pissed expression, that we'd be leaving to deal with the rest of his heat and that we could hang out some other day. We shared goodbyes and I got in the car and started the long drive home.

-Extended Ending-

"(Y-y/n)... Ah~! A-are you Fuah~! C-close? I-I want Hah~ You to c-cum i-inside Ahh~! Me!! F-FILL ME W-WITH Y-YOUR AHHH~ SEMEN!!!"

(Friend name): *silently sips tea*

(Friend name): *put tea back on table*

(Friend name): *muttering* "Welcome to hell bitch, how may I help you?"

#yaoi #yaoi bl #bxb smut #bxblove #oneshot #yaoi smut #smut #seme male reader #x reader #top male reader #reader insert #original content #original story #cross posted on ao3 #random thoughts #omegaverse #abo #alpha x omega #alpha reader

[stardew-shitposterino]

WAIT NO CUTE CAN I GO FIRST

Personality:

-bit of an introvert (agoraphobia is strong with me 😅)

-pretty happy most of the time!! I try to be as optimistic as I can be

-that being said of course sometimes I crash really hard and just need a few days to get myself back into that happy mindset

-people pleaser, but not in the sense that I have no boundaries. I just really enjoy seeing people happy with life and if I can help bring some of that happiness to them, I will!!

-actually extremely insecure which makes me recluse

-more of a couch potato, sure I like to be outside and stuff but I’m not much of a hiker. I’d rather lay on a blanket outside n watch the clouds or something

Likes/interests:

-pink. Anything stereotypical “girly girl” (I hate overly gendered stuff but it’s the best way to explain it. Glitter!!! Pink!! Butterflies!!! Flowers!!! All of that stuff

-this doesn’t usually reflect in my style though because I v much am a drabby tshirt and sweatpants person 😭

-that being said I also DO love dresses!! Like a lot, just not super short ones. I feel like I’m too exposed 😭

-I v much do art, I like to read but I’m not HUGE into it. Prefer to read manga over novels for sure

-unfortunately a weeb

-cats!!!

-my fav foods are queso, Alfredo, and any kind of soggy rice 😅

-I prefer psychological thriller kind of movies that make your head hurt!!!!

-dnd/Sanrio/care bears/ I FUCKING LOVE COWS

-I’m also just about in my late 20s but idk if that’s an interest at all? 😅

-and obviously video games, but stardew is actually the only ‘cozy/life simulator’ game I’ve ever played. More into Zelda and assassins creed :)

I think that’s it :) I’m bisexual so I will be happy with a Bachelor and bachelorette!!

Ily thank u for taking ur time to do this 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Oooh my first one ! This one is a bit tricky as I can see multiple matches for different reasons 👀 I’ll go with my gut feeling:

-Shane:

- I’m torn on him because there is a possibility of you two not being good for each other as you share some traits, but it could also be a possibility for you two to come to terms with your struggles (like insecurities) and find an open ear in one another.

-You both are homebodies and like similar kinds of food :D I could see you both ordering takeout and watching some new thriller that just released.

-Your more happy-mindset would also be a nice contrast to his more pessimistic outlook on life, but your “off-days” would show him that it’s ok to not always be 100% positive.

-He thinks you look so cute when you doll up and get all euphoric at your new clothes. Your interest in Sanrio would also be a good base for you and Jas to get along, two women in his life that mean a lot to him.

-he would be SO DOWN to play Tears of the Kingdom with you. Of course it’s a single player game, but just sitting next to each other and helping one-another out doing the quests on their respective switch, or just watching the other play and laugh at whatever stupid shit they can come up with instead of playing the main story hehehe.

-he likes chickens, you like cows, you two share a fondness of a cute farm animal, and it helps a ton with building up that relationship as you two like talking to them, or about them with each other.

-Abigail:

-It’s pretty clear why I chose her. She is a gamer, she loves adventures, she’s an introvert.

-you’re more a homebody, she’s kind of something in-between. You both can spend lazy Sundays together playing video games or you can go outside and wander around in nature or do something fun (if your agoraphobia allows it of course)

-the girl eats rocks…it’s save to say she’s more than happy to eat anything with you, so if you wanna eat rice or pasta every day, so be it.

-she’s not a girly girl, but I think she’d love to dye your hair at least once! You like pink, so why not get some colour in there that matches some of the dresses you wish you wore more often?

-I’m not sure whether she’d be a weeb, but she’d never say no to watching a Shonen anime with you, or even read the manga 👀

-Sebastian:

-why? He’s a nerd, he likes to be inside and play video games and code as his job.

-He’s an introvert like you, so he’d understand when you want to log off and be alone for a bit.

-You could watch movies together ! I HC that he isn’t that much into movies, but once he gets into it, he is very invested, so it could still work out !

-if you draw (because you said you do art), he’d be more than happy if you made some character models for the game he’s working on, or for his discord server etc. he isn’t the artsy type, so he’s more than impressed you are able to cook something up that looks incredible !

-he wouldn’t want to hike with you lmfao 😭 but he’d want to ride on his motorcycle with you, if you want to. Some adventure, but not too much physical activity, yet a lot of fun.

-He’s a weeb, your honour, I feel it in my bones. Do I have to say more ?

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-all of them seem to be cat people (Shane might be a dog person, but for our sake I say he’s a chicken person and likes both cats and dogs alike, but chickens win) , so that’s also a plus for all :3

I hope you can sort of agree with my picks. Im sorry if I didn’t pick anyone you have hoped for, but I think these 3 are the best matches out of all the marriage candidates. I thought of maybe Leah, but your interest in art would be about one of the few things you’d have in common I fear. I think there are some others that COULD work, but when I read your summary, these came to my mind instantly lol.

Thanks for your submission !

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[chaosmagicss]

hiii i see your requests are open soo-

would you write a fluffy fic y/n & wanda paint each others nails cuz they're bored and there's nothing else to do and it's late at night

like tooth rotting fluff xx

oh to let a pretty girl paint my nails at two in the morning

warnings: none! just pure fluff :D

words: 901

You would say you don’t know how you ended up here, cross legged on Wanda’s bed at two in the morning as she paints your nails an assortment of colours, but you really do know how.

You’re disgustingly, awfully smitten with her.

It’s obvious to everyone except Wanda, who still finds it in herself to doubt if you actually like her company and don’t just hang out with her because she’s the only person your age in the team. Somehow, she doesn’t notice that you practically trip over your own feet to do anything with or for her.

She’d been adorably when clumsily asking if you wanted to have a sleepover, and even more adorably excited when you said yes, immediately jumping into action and gathering what she deemed essential; extra blankets and pillows, a wide selection of movies, snacks. And nail polish, apparently.

Wanda’s been focused on doing your nails now for almost ten minutes, methodically planning out the colour of each nail before she even started. You’ve made it through seven fingers, your heart pumping sporadically and your skin burning where she’s holding your hand to keep it still.

She’s so focused that she hasn’t noticed your blatant staring as she works. You can’t tear your gaze away from her face; her furrowed brow and the teeth caught on her bottom lip as she concentrates on putting the nail polish on flawlessly. Her hair is pulled back messily, a few stray hairs falling in front of her face, but she doesn’t pay them any mind.

She’s almost annoyingly pretty.

And then her eyes flick up. You aren’t quick enough to pretend you haven’t been staring, and Wanda’s cheeks flush as a grin pulls at her lips. And god, it’s just not fair that she’s that pretty.

“Is there something on my face?” she asks, softly, and you blink, shaking your head.

“No,” you say quietly. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.”

Wanda hums, eyes darting between yours and lower, and you can feel your face warming. Her hand turns yours over, thumb smoothing over your palm, and your heart skips. She looks down briefly, to where she’s touching you, and when she looks back up at you, the air around you thickens with tension.

“Do you stare a lot?” she asks after a moment, her voice barely a whisper. You don’t have it in you to audibly respond, so instead you just nod softly, moving your thumb to find hers, brushing against it shyly.

One moment, you’re struggling to pull your eyes away from her even though she’s caught you staring at her like an idiot, and the next, she’s leaning in and your eyes are fluttering shut as her lips find yours.

The kiss is soft, shy, and if an asteroid were to hit Earth in the next second, you’d die happy.

Wanda breaks the kiss first, leaning back enough to meet your eyes. She blinks at you, with blown pupils and a shy little smile, and you swear your heart melts inside your chest. You swallow hard, fighting a smile of your own as you lift a hand to her cheek. Wordlessly, you pull her back in; she sighs against your lips when your tongue swipes at her bottom lip just to tease her, and her hands find leverage on your shoulders as she shifts onto her knees, clearly intent on moving closer.

You shift the hand on her face, brushing the backs of your fingers tenderly against her cheek, and Wanda makes a small noise before breaking away. You grunt in confusion, trying to chase her until she presses at your shoulders, forehead resting against yours.

“You wiped it on me,” she whispers, and you mumble another confused sound, leaning back to look at her. “The nail polish.”

There, on her flushed cheek, is a streak of smudged red nail polish.

“Oh,” you fumble. “Sorry.” You wipe your thumb against it in an attempt to get it off, grimacing when the action only makes the smudge worse. “Uh, that’s not comin’ off easy.”

Wanda grins, a small giggle bubbling up her throat, and you can’t help but grin stupidly, too. She bites into her lip as her laughter dies down, and slowly, you lean back in until your lips skim against hers. Wanda hums softly, bumping your nose with her own, and it’s her who closes the gap. She crawls into your lap when you nip at her bottom lip, but when you lick at her bottom lip again, she draws back.

“I need to finish your nails,” she whispers, leaning her forehead against yours. “Then you have to do mine.”

You shake your head, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to her lips. “Wanna kiss you instead,” you murmur.

Wanda breathes a small laugh, pulling back again with newly flushed cheeks. “After,” she says quietly, lifting a hand to your face, skimming her thumb across your lips.

You hum, blinking up at her. “Promise?”

Her own smile widens, and she nods gently. “I promise.” She kisses the tip of your nose, and your eyes flutter in response, prompting another smile to pull at her lips. “Just gotta clean my face quickly.”

“Fine,” you groan dramatically, hoisting her out of your lap. She giggles as she climbs to her feet and heads into the little ensuite, but not before bending over to steal another kiss.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda fluff #wanda drabble #mine #j is writing

[a-story-with-no-end]

How to buy yarn as a beginner crocheter

Disclaimer: I will only talk about crochet because it is what I mainly do. Some of my tipps can probably used with knitting too but I can't guarante it so crochet it is. I also rarely do big wearables so my experience with gauge swatches is limited so I didn't mention it here

"But it's only chosing some pretty colours, paying for it and than I crochet. What is so difficult about it?"

Buying yarn in itself isn't difficult but buying yarn that you can actually use can be. Because in the past I just bought whatever because "It's pretty. I want it" and now I have a stash with beautiful colours but they are all different shades. And even if I have the same shade twice they are (probably) different lot numbers so you can't just put them together. Also it's mostly 50g cotton and there is only a certain amount of headbands a single person can wear. So I sit in front of my relatively big collection of yarn and I don't know what to make and it kind of makes me feel bad. Here I am trying to stop you from making the same mistakes.

First of all you have to know what you want to make for two reasons:

1) How much do I need?

If you are a beginner you probably use a pattern so look up what it says. What yarn is recommended and how much. Most often it's counted in the weigh of the skein or just in skeins and not how much you actually use so you still might have leftovers even if you only buy the recommended amount. But I'll come back to that later.

For example: You want to make a headband and the pattern calls for 1 skein of 3/light yarn. You just go into a store and choose a colour in that exact weight maybe even the same brand and you can happily crochet with it. If you struggle to find something in store that fits your pattern just talk to the workers. If the store specializes in fiber crafts they will likely be able to help.

2) What can it do?

Just like you can't use tulle fabric to sew a functioning bathing suit not all kind of yarns a suitable for everything. While cotton yarn in general is an allrounder it's not suitable for socks since it stretches out. It's also a very heavy yarn so if you want to make a blanket (though I don't recommend it for beginner beginners) it's gonna be really heavy. Every kind of yarn has different qualities and different kind of projects it is suitable for. But that is a whole other post. Again if you are in a store and you are unsure ask the workers there if the yarn is suitable for your project.

But what do I do with the leftovers?

The question of all questions. I struggle with it as well but sometimes a kitchen scale can be very useful if you already made the project once. For example you made the headband from my example and a friend of yours really liked it. Their birthday is also coming up so you thought why not do one for them as well? But you are not sure if the yarn you have left is enough. Just get your kitchen scale and first weigh the headband and than the yarn. If you have the same amount of yarn or even better more yarn left you can easily do another one for your friend. I'd still recommend having a little bit more in case your tension is looser this time so you don't have to play yarn chicken* 😂 Also very useful for granny square projects. Weigh one square, find out how many you need, do the math and now you know how many skeins you need :D

The biggest thing is to not impulse buy yarn in the store. But if you like a yarn that you didn't plan to buy and really want to buy it just make a picture of the name and shade in the store. When you go home think about what you want/can make with it, find the right pattern and buy what you need the next time. The same thing goes for online purchases you just switch tabs and maybe sleep a night over it to make sure you actually want to do it. One or two impulse buys won't be bad but if it happens very often you might feel overwhelmed with the yarn you have but don't know how to use.

♡

*yarn chicken: Is a playful description of the crochet process when you realize that you have very little yarn left and you don't know if it is enough to finish your project. If you win yarn chicken you had enough yarn and if you lose you didn't have enough.

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[book-girl4eva]

I got over 20 notes on a previous post (thanks @hijabi-desi-bookworm :D) so here's the Aru Shah one-shot for new years!

(it's also on my wattpad book so you can read it there if you want.)

So, *clears throat dramatically * here we go!

~12~

Aru layed back on the school roof, looking at the sky. Next to her was an incredibly reluctant Mini.

"This is a good idea because?" Mini asked, hugging her knees.  She was right in the middle, and sat on a blanket she bought up.

"Because the view is incredible. Just look!" Aru turned around to Mini, who was hugging her knees very tightly to her chest.

"I guess," she began, "and the roof is flat so that minimises the chance we'll fall..."

"Exactly!" Aru agreed. Mini skooted forward to sit next to Aru properly.

"The earth is so cool," Mini muttered. Aru agreed. Ever since saving the world, she had a much bigger appreciation of it. It was crazy and hectic as ever,  but still managed to be beautiful.

The fireworks went off, sending sparks all over the sky.

"Happy New Year, sis." Mini told Aru, holding up her elbow for a bump.

"Happy New Year." Aru elbow bumped her back

~13~

"You guys ready?"

Brynne bolted down the stairs holding multiple bags of chips. "Yup! Who's got the Oreos?"

"Me, naturally," Boo said, holding the packet in his talons.

"Ok everyone," Mini called, waiting at front. "Please mind your arms and legs while entering the elephant."

"This is epic." Aiden said, looking down at his camera. "Do you think they'll have fireworks?"

"Probably," Aru replied, "but like, extra-magiky."

"Is that a word?"

"Probably not."

They entered the Night Bazaar to see the both sides of the sky-roof dotted in bright, colourful stars. They flickered and moved like fireworks and were even more beautiful. Aiden snapped a quick picture.

"Told you it would be extra-magiky." Aru smirked and tossed a chip into her mouth.

"You were right, Shah," Aiden agreed, "super magiky."

Aru smiled.

"Come on everyone, group photo!" Boo announced, pushing everyone into shot. "Say happy new year!"

"Happy New Year!" The potatoes chorused, grinning for the photo.

~14~

"...And that is New Year's in the human world" Aru finished. "It's an annual tradition."

Rudy thought for a moment. "So humans throw rockets in the air, set them on fire and blow them up because they look pretty? All to celebrate another year of existence? That's wild."

"Did you know that the word annual comes from the word annualis, which is Latin for year?" Kara added.

"Nope but that's cool?"

It was the first year that Hira, Nikita, Sheela, Rudy and Kara could all be there to celebrate, so Aru had decided to give them the rundown before they watched it in the human world. And that started with watching Australia's fireworks in the theatre, which were set off 16 hours earlier than the USA's.

They all filed in, holding hot cocoa and sat in a 2 rows: Niki, Sheela, Rudy and Mini at the front; Brynne, Hira, Aru, Kara and Aiden in the back.

When the live feed began, Rudy practically leaped out his seat.

"It's so loud! Who made it that loud!" He said over and over. Mini tried to comfort him while her sisters cackled.

Kara watched quietly, before turning to Aru.

"Happy New Year." She said, beaming.

"Happy New Year right back." Aru replied, but Kara had already turned to Aiden to say the same.

Aru looked back at the screen, stirring the cocoa slowly as the lights covered the digital sky.

~15~

"Why didn't we just go back to your school's roof?" Mini complained.

"Because Home Depot's roof is bigger!" Aru answered, grinning.

"Hold up," Aiden said, "you've done this before!?"

"Yup!" Aru reached up kissed him on the cheek. He blushed bright red and held up his camera to try and cover his face.

They laid out all of the blankets, put Rudy in the middle so he wouldn't fall off the roof when he freaked out over the noise, and brought up all the snacks they could carry.

"This is great! Look at the views!" Brynne commented, as she grabbed a handful of her homemade cookies.

All of them got settled. Aru rested her head on Aiden's shoulder as colour exploded over the sky.

"I guess fireworks are another good reason to save the world." She whispered.

"I guess so, Shah. Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year wifey."

And under the New year's sky, she drifted off to sleep.

[boygiwrites]

Harley D. Dixon 18

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📖Chapter List.

Author's Note.

I want to give a shout out to Cora_Line99, who made a beautiful edit inspired by this story! :)

I'm just constantly blown away by all of your support. Buckle up, because this is a crazy one. Enjoy!

We break through the trees just half an hour later. The sky yawns wide and blue, the vibrant pastures cracking open like summer fruit. It's so beautifully weird, prancing through the grass in my soaking wet clothes, hair plastered to my neck, a bundle of Cherokee roses in my hand, the smell of pollen on the breeze. My squeals and giggles ring out through the morning as I race through the tall wheat, toward the farm.

It's the happiest I've felt in a long time.

Dad trails behind me, all the way up the thin path and through the gate, until we reach Andrea standing watch.

She tips her straw-coloured hat at us, looking us up and down with a small, sceptical smirk. "What the Hell happened to you guys?"

"We went swimmin'!" I laugh without explanation, skipping past without a care in the world.

"Sure," She chuckles, watching me go. Dad asks her where we can find Carol, and she points to the RV. "Oh, uh. She's in there, just knock."

Turns out, swimming's real easy. Weren't as scary as I thought, 'cause yeah, I guess I was a little scared, but all I had to do was kick my legs like I was riding a bike and swish my arms like a bird, and then that was it! I can't wait to go with Sophia, when we find her. She gon' love it.

We step up to the RV together. I wait with ants in my pants as Dad knocks on the door. He takes a respectful step back after, giving me a lopsided smile. He tugs on my wet ponytail. I whack his hand away, giggling, and glance over at the main gate, where Rick's car is parked on the gravel driveway. It must be time for them to take Shane, soon. The doors are all open, a couple supply bags strewn across the back seat. Rick and a few others are checking maps and pointing and nodding in agreement around the hood, while Shane leans against the opposite side of the car, head hung. The sight makes my stomach roil strangely and my fingers tighten around the flower stems. I know he deserves this. But did my Momma deserve what happened to her? Before my own thoughts can consume me, my attention is pulled back as Carol's muffled voice calls out, come in. 

I take a deep breath and follow Dad inside.

I notice straight away all the crumpled tissues littered on the floor. Smells like sadness in here. It's so dark from the drawn curtains that it feels like we're in a cave. When my gaze finally lands on Carol, who up until now I thought was just a lump of blankets on the sofa, I straighten. I realize we must look like a pair of idiots. She watches us stand here awkwardly in the narrow walkway, a grown man and a little girl dripping pond-water onto the floor, holding a bunch of white roses in my muddy hands. I think there might even be algae in my hair.

Wiping her wet eyes, Carol mutters, "Sorry for the mess." 

She was scared of my Dad last night. She still looks wary, but maybe she likes flowers, 'cause she cracks the tiniest smile.

"Oh. This is nothin'." Dad assures her, picking his nails so he can avoid lookin' her in the eye. "Should'a seen our old house. We're used to mess."

Sometimes I like to wonder if our paths would'a crossed had the world not ended. Most the time, answer's no. But somethin' tells me Carol ain't lived a life so different than ours. Both had cruelty, and bad people, and suffering. Bet we both shopped at the Dollar General, too.

I like to think we would'a run into each other at some point or other.

"We picked ya some flowers." I tell her, fiddling with them. "Cherokee roses. Found 'em growin' by a pretty lake this mornin'."

Her smiles grows a little bigger.

"Story goes that when the American soldiers were movin' the Indians off their land," Dad starts telling the story, mustering up the courage to meet her gaze, now, "The Cherokee mothers were cryin' and grievin' so much, 'cause they was losing their little'uns along the way to disease and starvation that the elders, they said a prayer; asked for a sign to give 'em strength. Next day, these roses grew right where the mothers' tears fell. I ain't fool enough to think there's any flowers growin' for our family... but I believe these ones bloomed for your little girl."

Holding them out to her, I add, "To make ya feel a little less like the whole world's against ya." 

Her eyes grow shiny with tears. Uh, oh. Did I say the wrong thing?

Peeling the blanket off her body, she stands and comes to kneel in front of me. She takes the flowers, and then hugs me. Even though I'm wet and I must stink like fish and dirt, she hugs me. Pulling back, she places a little kiss on my cheekbone. It makes my skin tingle warmly.

"Thank you." She sniffles, before standing and placing another kiss on Dad's cheek. I swear he goes red as a cherry. "Thank you both."

He begins, "About... yesterday—"

She shakes her head, clutching the flowers to her chest. "You're a good man, Daryl." She says. "Shane's wrong. People can change."

Just like yesterday, all he can do is nod. He ain't the best with words, just actions.

Carol turns to arrange the flowers in a jar, looking a little brighter than before.

Once we're outside, I see the white roses sitting in the sill of the now-open window, soaking up the sun. Across camp, I also see Lori, Jacqui, and Carl sitting at the picnic table together, smiling like they were watchin' the whole interaction. Glenn, sitting near the fire, trying to look angry but not doing a very good job of it. Dale next to him, sending Dad a stern look, and after Dad nods, an accepting look on his face.

"I'm goin' out, now, chicken." Dad calls out from behind the towel I'm changing in front of. I peel off my wet clothes and they land on the ground with a solid slap. Man, it feels good to be outta those. I pull on a blue tank top over my white shirt. "Look for the kid for a while."

"Oh, okay." I hum, and then ask, "Can I come, too?"

"No. You're stayin'." I hear him rooting around for his boots. "I ain't up for losin' another little girl while I'm at it. 'Specially not mine."

I really wanna search for Sophia, but I guess I've had my fair share of wandering around the woods for now.

With a sigh, I agree, "Fine. You gotta come back before dark, though."

Amused, he sarcastically quips, "Yes, boss."

After stepping into my khaki shorts, I push past the towel and head into the tent to look for my hairbrush, but my bag ain't here.

"Dad, you seen my bag anywhere?" I ask with a frown, upturning our blankets and sleeping bags. "I can't find it."

"Should be there." He shrugs. "I ain't touched it."

"Me, neither."

The duffel with our clothes in it is here, and so's Dad's bag, but mine's up and vanished. I swear it was here just this morning. I check the truck, and the truck bed, and even under the truck, and then the tent again, and around the fire. By that time, Dad's about ready to head out.

He hauls his crossbow over his shoulder and places a quick kiss on my hair. "Just keep lookin', you'll find it. I'll see ya later. Be good."

"I will." I mumble out of habit, left standing alone in our camp.

Guess I'll just have to use someone else's brush.

"Hey, Harley." Lori greets me when I reach camp again, after Andrea happily lends me her hairbrush. "Would you like to join us?"

Looks like they're still working on those spelling quizzes, the ones Carl was sayin' his Momma makes him do sometimes. It don't sound very fun, but it'll kill some time 'till Dad gets back, so I take a seat next to Jacqui at the picnic table. They hand me a lined piece of paper and a pencil.

"You know I ain't good at this," I pre-emptively warn them all, to save myself the embarrassment later. "Wait, no. I'm not good at this."

Lori just smiles. "That's alright. That's why we're doing this. Now, Carl's doing some big words, but you were in second grade, right?"

I nod, taking a peek at his page. Survival, Radishes, Difference, Counterpart. Wow, those are big words.

"We'll get you to do some one-syllable words, then; start small." That's what we did back at the quarry. "You wanna put your name at the top?"

"But you know it's mine."

"Just do it," Jacqui winks at me. "She likes to do things the old way."

Shrugging, I carefully pencil in the letters of my name onto the first line. Harley. I ain't done that in months. Looks like shit, kinda. But Lori tells me Well done. Then I gotta try spell Place, which is the weirdest word ever. When since does c make an s sound? And what's with the e?

As I'm working on the next word, Road, Lori asks, "What school did you go to, Harley?"

"Northwood Elementary." I muse, tongue stuck out in concentration. "Didn't go very often, though."

In my last school report, my attendance was at thirty-nine percent. That's bad, apparently. Some lady had to come talk to my Dad about it.

"Is that why you suck at spelling?" Carl giggles, earning a hard kick under the table. "Hey!"

I remind him sassily, "You can't spell, neither."

He wrote 'Harly Dikson' on that Pokémon folder, after all.

"Eyes on your own work, Carl." Lori chides him. "Don't think we've forgotten about that spelling bee we had at the quarry."

Jacqui laughs, "Boy said K-A-T."

"Whatever," He huffs.

"You done there, Harley?"

"Think so." I hold up my page. Rowd. "That right?"

"Almost. It's an A instead of a W." Lori corrects me, making me roll my eyes. Whoever made this language was a real twat. "Try Duck, next."

"Sophia was better than both of us combined." Says Carl, a little sadly. "I wish she was here, already. Dad said we'd find her days ago."

"I know. We just have to be patient, honey."

"I hate being patient."

"It does put a damper on things that Shane won't be around to help search, anymore." Jacqui sighs. "One of our best men, gone."

Lori scoffs. "'Best'?"

"You know what I mean. Crazy, sure, but good with a gun. We need that."

"His heart wasn't in it, Jacqui. You know, he told me the other day that finding her was hopeless. Wanted to quit."

"Really?" She mumbles, "Wasn't that way when Harley went missing."

"He tried convincing Rick to call off the search. He wouldn't hear any of it, though. Rick won't give up. He's not like that."

She shakes her head. "Well, thank God for that."

"My Dad's lookin' for her, too." I add. "He left not long ago."

Lori smiles warmly. "And thank God for him, too."

I mirror her smile. Thank God for Rick Grimes and Daryl Dixon.

It's as I'm writing my final word, Horse, that we hear a shout from across the farm. We all jump at the suddenness of it, whirling to look in its direction. Oh, no. From what I can see, Shane's refusing to get in the car. T-Dog scolds him from the driver's seat; Rick from right in front of him, one hand on his holster, the other on Shane's shoulder. Lori lets out a small gasp when he shoves Rick into the door, his whole head red.

"If you ain't gonna do it, I will." He angers, pointing at the barn. "Them things in there are gonna kill you all, Rick!"

"What's goin' on, Mom?" Carl asks worriedly, his quiz abandoned. "What're they arguing about?"

She mutters, "I-I don't know. Just stay here with us."

"You don't sort this place out, what's the point? Kickin' me out won't solve nothin' if you ain't even gonna keep these people safe, Rick!"

"Please, Shane. This is hard enough as is!" Rick retorts, teeth bared. "This is on you! You brought this on yourself!"

"All I ever did was make sure you were safe. I'm askin' you to do the same!"

"You know I will!"

"Not without clearing out that barn, you ain't. You ain't keepin' nobody safe 'till those things are gone! You know that!"

"I am doin' my best, here!"

"Well, your 'best' is gonna get everyone killed 'fore the day's done!"

T-Dog runs around the car just in time to stop Rick from jumping him, and we watch the scene play out like a distant film, our hair standing on edge, mouths agape. They continue arguing over T-Dog's shoulders as he separates them with two strong arms, urging 'em to chill the fuck out. Others start to emerge from the house, the tents, and the RV, until everybody's standin' around the field, even Herschel and Carol.

If you won't do it, I will, is all I can hear in my head as Shane storms over to the RV and snatches up one of the rifles leaning against it.

Rick's on him like glue, hounding him as he loads it, one bullet, two, three, four, five, and cocks it, snarling, "You know what? To Hell with the Greenes, Rick. They're dumb enough to keep a bunch of killers in their barn, they had this comin'. S'like you said, you got kids here."

"This is not your decision to make!"

He throws the rifle to Glenn, who catches it on instinct, looking panicked. "Take this, man. Take it. You gonna protect you and yours?"

He stammers, glancing at Maggie, who shouts, "You do this, Shane — You hand out these guns, and my Dad—"

"What? He'll kick me out?" He laughs. "Bit too late for that, now. You see that car all packed up? I ain't got nothin' to lose, no more!"

"That's not true!" Rick grabs his shirt but gets pushed off, doing nothing but making him angrier. "You have to stop this!"

Shane loads another rifle, this time throwing it to Andrea.

"Whether I shoot that barn open right now or not won't do anything except keep ya'll safe after I'm gone. Seems pretty simple t'me."

"No. Listen, we could get kicked out, anyway. This would've all been for nothin'!"

"You're wrong. I'm the trade-off, remember. I leave, ya'll stay." He grabs a box of bullets for his pistol. "Listen, it would'a been one thing leavin' ya'll here to sit around pickin' daisies if it was safe, but now we know it ain't. I'm doin' this. I'm doin' it for Harley and Carl, since you won't."

With that, he takes all his anger down to the old barn like a storm.

When Shane makes up his mind, there ain't nothin' short of Hell itself that'll stop him from gettin' what he wants. We all know that by now. Still, Rick tries. We leave the table and bunch in with everyone else, making our way down the hill, anxious to see what'll happen, all yelling over one another, Stop, What are you thinking, Don't do this, Hey, and Herschel, who holds Beth's hand, croaks pleadingly, Stop this!

When we make it to the doors, Rick reaches out at the last second and forces Shane to face him. "Let's talk about this."

Oh, this is bad.

"Whatchu wanna talk about, huh? All you ever wanna seem to wanna do is talk. These things kill. That's the end of the matter."

"Just stop and think about this for a second."

The padlock rattles loudly. Behind those doors, there's a whole, hungry army of walkers ready to come down on us, sick or not.

"I'm not a second-guesser, man." He takes a step closer to Rick. Dale and Jacqui move forward to shield me and Carl. "You might be, but that's not me. They killed Amy. They killed Morales. They killed Otis. They're gonna kill all'a ya'll, if someone doesn't do somethin' about it right now!"

T-Dog holds up his hands. "Put the gun down, man."

Feels like Rick and Shane are about to draw on one another, when a lone walker slips from the broken panel.

"Hey. Herschel, lemme ask you something. Could a living, breathing person walk away from this?" Shane goads, raising his pistol. Before anybody can plead with him to stop, he pulls the trigger over and over again, making the rotten thing stumble around. "That's three rounds in its chest! Could someone who's alive—? Could they just walk away from that? Why is it still coming?" Bang. "That's it's heart!" Beth, squealing, Patricia crying, Rick, on the verge of tears, clutching his revolver. Bang. "That's it's lungs!" Bang. "It's throat. Why is it still coming!?"

"Shane, that's enough." Glenn bravely intervenes, not a single bullet missing from his chamber. "That's enough, man."

"Yeah." He agrees, but I know it's not for the right reasons at all. "That is enough. Enough waitin' around, scared of doing what needs done."

"No," Herschel puffs, barely able to stand. "No."

"If ya'll wanna live — If ya'll wanna survive once I'm gone — You gotta fight for it. No doubtin'. No waitin'. No second guessin'."

"Shane," Rick breathes, trying to keep everybody calm, voice brittle. "We'll do it. I'll do it. Just— Just not now, brother. Not now."

His answer is the cocking of a gun.

He knows what's about to happen. "No. No, please. This isn't the way. You can still leave without doing this."

"Can I?" He retorts, squinting. "I ain't so sure you know what it takes, man. I'm not leavin' just so you can keep puttin' everyone in danger."

"I won't. I promise you that. Please."

"See, I don't believe that. Weren't for me, this barn would stay sealed 'till someone gets killed. That's your problem, Rick. You wait to take action."

"Shane, please. Don't do this."

"You saw how close Harley was to being bitten last night."

"I know. And I promise, I will never let that happen again. Just put the gun down. There's another way to do this."

"Get behind me." Glenn mumbles shakily, herding Maggie in behind us, because he knows, too.

"There is no other, way, Rick." My heart leaps up into my mouth, making it impossible to breathe. "This is what needs to be done."

Rick only has time to let out half a cry before Shane turns, aims, and fires. The lock explodes into hundreds of tiny metallic shards, raining down like shrapnel. I huddle into Jacqui's side, wondering when exactly this whole thing went so wrong. Today? Yesterday? The moment we stepped foot on the farm? The doors whine open like two old, hurt animals, releasing the dead upon us. Then, the groaning. Then, the gunshots. A familiar cacophony. I hide my face, squeeze my eyes closed, and wait for it to be over, 'cause there's nothing else we can do.

When the last of the gunshots die out, I slowly lift my head, peeking out from behind Jacqui, who I think is trembling.

A whole barn of sick-dead people, now laying in puddles of their own blood on the ground.

My stomach drops to my feet when the last of them staggers out.

A distant gasp, "Oh, God."

Sophia.

That's Sophia.

Carol's legs give out.

Rick moves to catch her.

Sophia — Or is it just the walker, now? Is that all that's left? — creeps forward in her small, blue shoes, gazing up at the sky. The feeling drains from my body. I go numb all over. This can't be real. It just can't. Everything else, yes, but not this. She noses at the air like there's a sweet scent on the breeze that only she can smell. I notice now how even walkers can have headbands in their hair, mismatched socks, bracelets their old friends gave them, a face I recognise. I notice how she's much less different than I would have imagined. Just skinnier; slower, paler. Still just a girl.

"Sophia," Carol weeps hopelessly, "Sophia."

A hic leaves my throat, then. My friend, dead. Somehow, I'd convinced myself that this one thing, out of all of it, was impossible.

How long has she been dead for? How long have we been talking about a dead girl without even knowing it?

My Dad's out there searching for her right now.

Rick hands Carol over to Andrea, and like always, steps up to do the impossible.

But this time, he almost can't do it. He tries to raise his gun, but his arm falters, and he has to look away.

I look away, too. I look at the sun, and I think about the pond. I think about how much fun we would've had there. I think about nice things.

BANG.

Her body drops into the dirt with barely any sound.

Another one of our own, dead.

All Hell breaks loose after that. Happens so suddenly, I can't even tell which way is up.

Beth wrestles free from Jimmy's embrace, falling to her knees over one body in particular, one with blonde hair like hers. A few rush forward to try pull her away, a few start crying, but most do nothing. It's in this chaotic moment that Shane chooses to make his next move. A look of pure, unbridled determination on his face, he makes a beeline for me. Shuffling, arguing, but ultimately, a big hand in mine. Shane pulls me from the group and drags me away up the hill. People start to alert each other of what's happening before I can even figure it out myself. Rick runs after us, suddenly, and then Glenn, too. Then, Lori, Andrea, everyone else. We're through the gate, now, halfway across the field and nearing the car.

Wracked with sobs, I try to tug my hand out of his, shuddering hotly, "Wh—? What's goin' on? What're you doin'?!"

His grip is far too strong to escape. He doesn't answer me, doesn't even spare me a glance.

"Shane!" Rick screams, racing up the path. I can't quite tell if he's enraged or terrified. "Stop!"

We reach the car. He grabs me up off the ground, precise as a machine, and shoves me into the backseat.

"Get in the car, Harley."

I don't wanna get in the car. More than anything, I do not wanna get in the car.

He tries setting me down, but I kick, and push, and squeal against him, even beat on him, scratch his arms, anything but get in the car, but nothing stops him from pinning me to the seat. He growls at me to, Stop it, ripping the seatbelt down and over me. He locks me in with a, click.

"No!" I grunt, grabbing for the buckle, but by the time I'm free, the door is already slamming shut. It don't budge when I yank on it. "Shane!"

He rounds the car, locking the second door, and the third. He steals the map from the hood and throws himself in the driver's seat, shoving the key straight into the ignition. The engine comes to life as I climb up to the window. Rick and Glenn are running faster than I've ever seen them run, but still so far away, screaming on the top of their lungs for someone to Stop the car!

"Shane, what's goin' on?" I breathe, petrified, trying to brute force the door open again. "What're you doin'? Let me out!"

He ignores me and orders, "Put your seatbelt back on."

"No!" God damn it! Why won't this door open?! "Let me out!"

Locked in a car, engine on. This can only mean one thing.

He's leaving, and he's taking me with him.

"Put your seatbelt on, Harley!" He shouts, twisting to grab my arm, before something over my shoulder makes his eyes go wide. "Shit! Get down!"

He manages to shove my head into my lap just in time for the entire back windshield shatter all over us.

As I clutch my head, covered in hundreds of little pieces of glass that bite into my skin, Rick screams, "Don't you dare drive away, Shane!"

He must've shot the window.

"Shit," He panics, checking if I'm alright. He glances at the bullet hole in the dash before another one splits the air and hits the radio. He grips the wheel. He steps on the gas. The tyres squeal. He makes a break for the gate, driving over rocks and twigs and even someone's camping chair, which snaps under the tyres and goes flying out behind us. I scramble to look out the broken window. Rick and Glenn, who seemed like they were moving fast as the wind, are now shrinking smaller by the second. I feel my stomach shrink with 'em. They can't outrun a car. I know that, and so do they, but they don't stop for nothin', anyway. They even try shooting the tyres, but they're too difficult to hit like this.

Even after Glenn doubles over, Rick keeps on sprinting after us down the long driveway, drenched in sweat.

But even he has limits. Watching Rick Grimes succumb to exhaustion is like watching the sun stop shining, and all hope leaves me in an instant.

"God damn it!" He cries out, shrinking, shrinking, shrinking, until he's just a little speck of beige in the distance.

"No," I murmur under my breath, realizing the horror of what's just happened. Just like that, everything's been turned upside down. I swear I was standing in front of the barn just a minute ago. I sink down onto the seat, utterly stunned. With each moment that passes, the distance between us and the farm grows larger, and the chances of them finding us grows smaller. Already, I'm trying to imagine all the ways this could end, but none of them are good. I glimpse Shane's paled face in the rear-view mirror. His knuckles are white around the steering wheel. His brow, wet.

I ain't up for losin' another little girl while I'm at it. 'Specially not mine.

What do I do? What can I possibly do?

"Shane," My voice shakes, thin as paper. I don't know what I'm trying to say.

"I know." He mutters, just as shell-shocked as I am, gripping the wheel tighter. "I know. I'm... I'm gonna make this work."

Make this work? Make what work? Are we just going to keep driving until we're lost? Is that it?

He keeps on muttering, "I'm gonna make this work."

Somehow, I think that's been his mantra since the beginning.

Highway 86, Reads the big, green sign on the side of the road, 5 Miles Ahead.

Besides me on the seat, my backpack sits on top of his. 

Oh.

"I'm gonna make this work."

That's where it went.

Sometime after the sun's moved halfway across the sky, Shane pulls onto the side of the road.

As he brings the car to a stop, I try not to let myself panic. I need to steel myself. I remember. Getting outta this — getting back to everyone — means I gotta be smart. I reckon we're about a day's walk from the farm, by now. I can't make that. Not alone. I don't even know where we are, what roads to take, how to get back. A map, then. I'll need a map. Shane's got one. It's laying out across the passenger seat. Maybe I could—

"I know what you're thinking." He suddenly speaks up, tone flat. He's been looking at me in the mirror, I realize. "I can't let you do it."

I try not to let my fear show on my face.

"You wanna go back." He tells me simply. "I'm not an idiot, Harley. Crazy, accordin' to Rick and all the rest of 'em... But not an idiot."

I know that. I think that's why I feel so scared right now.

I ask him, "What are we doin' here, Shane?"

"Startin' over."

"But I don't wanna start over. I want..."

I want my Dad.

He takes a minute to calm himself down, gazing out the window, at the trees. Eventually, he looks at me, again.

"You'll learn to get over it." He says. "There's a lot we can both learn to get over. But you're safer out here, with me. It's always been that way."

"What happened back there?" The barn, Sophia... "Were you always gonna do that? Were you always gonna—?"

"I was." He admits. "Since I walked into that room at the CDC, I've always known what I was gonna do. Just... Happened the wrong way, I s'pose."

I shake my head. "You ain't gonna get away with this."

"Harley," He chuckles, shrugging. "Look around. I've already 'gotten away with it'. It's already done. It's just us, now."

It's just us, now.

I look out the window. Trees, trees, and more trees, and a thin road that stretches for miles. Silence. And nobody but us.

He sees the defeat wash over me and turns to get out. "I need to clean out the glass."

He comes around to my door and helps me climb out. My feet hit the leafy ground. The breeze skirts across my skin. It would be so easy to run. But where am I meant to go? He's right. I'm safe with him. Somehow, the open air and the endless forest makes me feel more trapped than ever.

I sit on a nearby log, staring at a little beetle crawling across my boot, as he uses an old shirt to sweep out the broken glass.

Once he's done, he whistles for me. "C'mon, sweetheart. We gotta move."

We gotta move, 'cause they'll be looking for us. I let that thought calm me. It's all I have.

I get back in the car and he closes the door behind me.

Dad's gonna raise Hell when he gets back.

Author's Note.

Daryl and Harley have made up. It was time for some more drama. 😼

Don't worry, THIS IS TEMPORARY! Trust me, Daryl's not going to let this slide.

Sorry about Sophia... I know there were some of you who didn't want me to kill her off. I would've loved for her and the other kids to live long lives together, but I just couldn't do it.

Also, when I was writing the first scene, all I could think about was that episode where Daryl just walks up to Leah's cabin and throws a dead animal on her doorstep 😭 No decorum

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter :)

Again, shout out to Cora_Line99 :)

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Love is red but so is blood

Part 1 ←you are here, part 2, part 3, part 4

Pairing- Zenitsu X d!m!reader

Genre- fluff

Sorry this is so long I kinda got ahead of myself 😅 btw green is going to be A.N's they aren't long anyway

Warning- suicidal mentioning, horrible writing, super long.

Summary- zenitsu fell for a demon. Who would've know. A boy who is scared to the bone by them, plus he's ment to kill them fell in love with one. Everything was going fine. He was happy. M/n was happy. All was good untill a fellow slayer found m/n and Zenitsu.

FEM!READERS DNI PLEASE!!!

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Small giggles came from the boy on your lap. Yellow and blond hair shaking with every laugh. You were both laying in a small meadow seems that Zenitsu had a day, or night off. Finally.

Small gusts of wind knock some of the dead leaves off their branches making them fall to the ground.

Small flowers blossomed around the meadow making a range of colours from blue to purple and yellow.

"than he went to jump across the river. But he missed and fell in" the younger boy said before causing you and him to burst into laughter.

Pulling Zenitsu up a bit to hold him you breath in the slight honey sent before you let out a happy sigh.

It was nights like these where you sometimes forget that your a demon and he's human. You forget that when he grows old you're still going to be 19.

When he dies your still going to be alive and will have to live without him. But you made up your mind. When he dies old or young, you will die with him. Standing where you two met. Waiting for your never ending life to finish with the rays of the sunlight.

Hoping, just hoping that you'll be with him in the after life.

"m/n? You're zoning out again" a small and shy laugh coming from him. You can't help but smile.

"I'm fine love. I promise" you smile slightly at the boy before looking at the flowers. Suddenly a smile appears on you face.

"wait here for me yeah? I'll be back in a sec" you said, standing the boy up before running off faster that normal.

Just as quick as you left you came back with what looked like black and gold wire along with some charms and small crystals.

Setting the things down Zenitsu sat down examining the items you left on the ground.

Walking around you grabbed bundles of different flowers and set them down with the other items. Zenitsu instantly knew what you were going to do. Looking at him you could practically see his eyes sparkle.

After all, flower crowns were how you two met.

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Zenitsu passed out, well passed out while asleep, in a forest not to far from where you were sat making flower crowns and bracelets. Sensing a person in the woods you decided to go check it out.

His yellow and orange triangled haori and yellow hair was sticking out even in the middle of the night.

'why is he out here?' you wondered to yourself before slowly approaching the passed out boy.

You were extra cautious once you saw his demon slayer uniform. Picking the boy up bridle and walking him over to the small field where you were originally came from.

Obliviously he would be pretty stunned when he wakes up but it would be even more of a shock when he see you.

Your demon features are very noticeable. Black horns with a ring or two on them. Nails are short for a demon but still pretty long. Black marks go from the very top of your finger to the bottom of them, dark red almost blood red eyes, sharp fangs, slightly pointed ears and a crown that you made out of obsidian shards. (I have no idea why I chose this but it looks cool in my mind)

You could shapeshift into more of a human appearance but that does take a bit of strength and preferably you don't really like it.

You sat the boy down and take off you jacket and his haori to act like a pillow and blanket before going and starting up the crown you were working on.

You were so focused on tring not to break the stem of the flowers that you had not realised Zenitsu was starting to wake.

Stirring and blinking, his vision started to focus again. Scanning around the area his eyes went straight to the male next to him.

You were so startled by the ear piercing wail coming from the boy that the wires on the crown snapped from where you jumped.

Cries and screams is all that came from Zenitsu untill you quickly got up and covered his mouth.

"shhh! You'll draw attention to us!" Whisper-yelling him to atlease quite down a bit. Spoiler. He didn't but Zenitsu only got louder the longer you held onto him.

Rolling your eyes you slapped him. That was what shut him up.

"finally" you said in relief. Sobs is all what you could hear from him. "Look sorry. It's just I don't really feel like fighting other demons today" that was a lie. You felt perfectly fine it just you wanted peace and quiet. Something you rarely get seems that, well your a demon.

He seemed to calm down a little bit. You took that as a sign to remake the flower crown. Sitting down in front of him cross legged you picked up the crown and started to reshape and make it.

"s-so yo-u're not goi-ing to k-ill me?" Zenitsu stuttered out. Tears landing on his haori, eyes red and a runny nose. "If I was I would have already killed you would've I?"

Zenitsu seemed lost in thought. Just, staring at you. 'how could a 'demon' be so....human' he thought.

He was zoning out focusing on how you hands ran the fragile wire around and through the stems of the flowers. The colours seem to be brighter under the moon's light.

"can I try" he froze not meaning to talk at all knowing that you would probably kill him. Literally.

"yeah, do you know how to make them?" You sounded so warm and human. "Uh- no not really" zenitsu stuttered out.

"here I'll tech you" you said that was followed by a soft smile.

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Carefully twisting the thin wire around the flowers and charms you tied off the wire finishing off the crown.

It was a mixture of yellows, whites and light oranges. You felt your own crown being lifted off you head before being replaced with a much more lighter one.

You looked at zenitsu who had a smile plastered onto his face. "It suits you" he said cheerfully but quickly.

You placed the crown you made onto his head before kissing the top of his head. "So does yours"

"I love you m/n. I know I say it a lot but I truly mean it. The first time I said it to you it felt...right." Zenitsu said.

He knew that this relationship was against the rules. Unlike nezuko you still needed to eat humans. This resulted in Zenitsu having to take the flesh from people that had already died due to another demon attack.

Having to take so much flesh in order for you not to grow to hungry was definitely a task. Tanjiro was starting to catch on with what he was doing. Always asking why Zenitsu smelt like blood that wasn't his, even tho he didn't have any blood on him.

Eventually you started to grow less and less hungry. Only really relying on a bit of flesh once a month and little blood during the day.

You smiled before replying "I love you too" than leaning in to place a kiss on his lips. When you pulled away you noticed that Zenitsu had a tint of pink dusting his cheeks before it quickly went away.

Zenitsu swore that he heard someone else steps and breathing. He looked around but didn't find anyone. The meadow looked completely empty. 'i must be hearing things again' the yellow haired boy thought.

"you alright love?" You asked. A slight worried looked was glossed over your face. "I'm fine I just thought I heard something. But it's getting closer to day brake we should head home." He said before collecting your real crown and the stuff you brought.

Standing up you and Zenitsu went back to your small cabin hand in hand.

Little did you two know but there was someone watch closely. A fellow lower rank demon Slayer. Shocked about the idea of a slayer dating a demon, he sent a crow the location of your cabin.

This will be the last peaceful night for Zenitsu for a long time to come...

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