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loaksky · 5 months

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i don’t celebrate thanksgiving, but could you guys imagine college!ellie taking roommate!reader home to jackson because she’d be alone for the holiday? short lil oneshot to get back into the groove of writing. do i hate this? yes.

recommended songs: alabama haint — penny and sparrow + what once was — her’s

warnings: language, a few brief mentions of family issues, suggestive content (kissing among other things) + mild sexual content, a lil misunderstanding and angst bc who am i if i don’t ??, CONFESSIONS because i’m a sloot for them. i think that’s it? not proofread ofc heh

it’s the weekend before thanksgiving, sunday to be exact, and ellie’s packing her backpack for joel’s. the energy in the the room’s a little off despite the fact that you’re normally reserved, and even though the two of you have only met this year, ellie’s learned to read you pretty well.

“you goin’ home for thanksgiving?” ellie asks absently, trying to make small talk as she rolls a sleep shirt and some pajamas haphazardly to stuff at the top of her bag.

there’s a pause that makes her brain itch before she sees the way you shake your head from where you’re hunched over a textbook at your desk.

“my family’s all over the place right now,” you answer honestly.

and ellie doesn’t know if you mean that figuratively or literally, but the lack of emotion in your voice tells her that maybe she shouldn’t pry. she can’t help it, though. because you’re her sweet and quiet roommate who’d been serious (and maybe a little scary) at first, but turned out to be a goofball with a little bit of prodding.

so seeing you like this, checked out and maybe a little stressed, ellie treads cautiously.

“so you’re gonna stay here?” she asks.

you don’t even spare her a glance.

“yeah.” your shoulders shrug. “no point in dropping so much money for a plane ticket if i’m going to be sitting home alone anyways.”

ellie makes a noise in the back of her throat and you throw look over your shoulder.

“sorry,” you offer softly, smile sheepish. “that was a little depressing.”

ellie shakes her head.

“no, i get it,” she assures you. “my family’s not really...”

you blink at her as she trails off.

“conventional? i guess?”

another quiet blankets the two of you and ellie’s speaking before she can even filter through the repercussions of her next words.

“you’re always welcome to...y’know...come with,” she says, scratching the back of her neck. “it’s not even a two hour drive.”

you hope ellie can’t tell that your cheeks are burning.

“you don’t have to, of course,” ellie blabbers. “but joel’s cool, so’s my uncle and his wife. it’d be nice, i think. and jackson’s pretty fun around this time of year...”

“i don’t wanna imp—”

ellie breathes a laugh.

“don’t,” she warns you, tips of her ears burning. “you’re more than welcome, seriously.”

it’s how you end up in the passenger seat of ellie’s old 4runner, heater on blast while sublime plays on the radio.

the car ride had consisted of ellie munching on cold fries the two of you had picked up from mcdonald’s before the interstate and you finally opening up about how your parents are divorced and how the holidays are a lot more stressful than they are pleasant.

ellie really feels for you, definitely knows the feeling losing her mom at a pretty young age and being adopted in middle school by a single, bereaved father. she tells you that they’d found each other when they needed the other the most.

and you don’t particularly know why you’re so nervous when ellie finally takes the exit off the interstate and you guys make your way through the suburbs. perhaps it’s the domesticity of meeting her family, or that you’re over a hundred miles away from familiarity, but your fingers are trembling when she turns into the neighbourhood and cozy brick homes line the frost-laden streets.

she’s pulling up and parking on the curb in front of a warm two-story that has a blue pickup truck and a gold SUV in the driveway when she notices.

“hey, hey,” she whispers, noticing the way you’re wringing your hands to stop the shaking. “you okay?”

her hands are warm when they close over yours and her thumbs is brushing over your skin soothingly.

“i’m being dumb,” you admit.

ellie’s eyes are crystal clear under the setting sun.

“don’t say that,” she says softly. “you wanna take a second?”

you swallow and shake your head.

“no, we can go,” you assure her.

she’s searching your face for any tell, but when you offer her a soft smile, she’s leaning back in her seat and nodding. before she completely pulls away, you’re stopping her.

“thanks, ellie,” you say gently. “this was really kind of you.”

she flashes you an easy smile, squeezes your hand a final time before climbing out of the car and rounding the front to help you out.

and truthfully, you realize you were nervous for nothing. because when the door swings open to reveal an older man aged with smile lines and greying hair, ellie seemingly softens infinitely.

“hey, kiddo,” he greets, crushing her in a hug so tight, she’s spluttering out a laugh.

“joel, i can’t breathe,” she wheezes.

you’re standing there awkwardly, backpack slung over your shoulder when joel finally loosens his hold on ellie and glances over her head.

“who’s this?” he asks, but the smile he wears is knowing.

“________, my roommate,” she introduces quickly, cheeks warming an awful shade of red as she begs every force above that joel won’t blow her cover.

because, okay, maybe ellie’s talked about you on the phone way more times than she’d care to admit out loud. talked about how intimidating you were at first, then graduated to talking about how you were actually so cool. and maybe she’d brought up the fact that she thought you were pretty. like...super pretty. and that maybe she was crushing a teensy bit.

“nice to meet you,” joel replies simply, sparing ellie this time around.

you let go of the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding onto, offering a smile that makes ellie wonder if she’ll survive the week with you in such a new proximity.

“nice to meet you, too,” you almost whisper, relaxing as he reaches for the backpack slung over your shoulder.

“here, let me take this for you,” he says.

and it doesn’t take you long to realize where ellie gets it from. her kind spirit and fierce yet gentle heart. joel is soft-spoken, a little rough around the edges, but a warm energy that radiates through the home he’s made for himself and ellie.

it makes infinitely more sense enter tommy and maria, her uncle and aunt who tell you the silliest stories about the starry-eyed girl in her youth over dinner. who bring out her boisterous laughter when they sing old 80’s music over dishes and evening TV.

“your family’s so cool,” you say in awe, wrapped in one of her coats she’d dug out of the closet under the stairs.

you’re nursing a mug of hot chocolate that steams in the icy air of jackson on her back porch.

ellie breathes out a little laugh.

“they’re something,” she jokes, watching you over the rim of her mug.

you make her heart thud hard in her chest as she takes you in, bundled in pieces of her that make her think that she wouldn’t mind making you hers.

“i miss times like these,” you whisper.

ellie shifts closer, catching you by surprise when her thumb swipes over the curve of your top lip.

“sorry,” she hums quietly. “you had...uh...”

you let out a hollow laugh and shake your head, tell her that it’s fine as a silence blankets the two of you.

“i’m glad you like them,” ellie admits softly. “sometimes i get a little self-conscious because, y’know, everyone expects a nuclear family and...”

“i’d take this any day,” you assure her, and the true implication of your words is latent, but something hopeful pricks her tummy.

i’d take this any day...with you.

and locking eyes with you usually scares her, usually makes her queasy with nerves because there’s always something searing in your gaze, but it’s like you see each other for the first time, no barriers.

ellie’s so close she can feel the warmth of your body coiling and drawing her in. her breath’s caught in her throat as she chances a glance at your mouth and her own lips begin to tingle.

she’s on the brink of asking if she can kiss you, but the back door is sliding open and two familiar faces are surfacing.

“williams!”

ellie’s daze melts away as she shifts to put distance between the two of you at the arrival of her friends.

“jess!” she calls. “dina!”

the moment clings heavy, but ellie writes it off. maybe she’s jumping the gun, reading too much into tender moments. it’s colored on your face, though, as she stands to meet her friends halfway, that the two of you are tethered and you feel it too.

ellie’s friends are another reflection of her character. they take you under their wings in the days leading up to the holiday with jesse teaching you to ride his minibike and dina telling you stories of their childhood while excitedly painting your nails pretty shades of autumnal colors because both jesse and ellie vehemently decline.

joel graciously relinquishes his kitchen to the four of you the day before thanksgiving. lets you guys gather around and bake an array of different desserts for tomorrow’s dinner over a few beers and winecoolers.

perhaps ellie’s a lightweight, you come to find, when she’s a lot more giggly and rosy-cheeked than she’d ever let anyone see. she’s feeling a little bubbly and you definitely don’t help the fact when you gaze upon her so fondly as you smear away the streaks of flour across her cheek.

jesse and dina are merely observers, watching with knowing grins as ellie practically melts against your touch.

and as the desserts cool on the kitchen island and the two of see jesse and dina out, ellie can’t keep her hazy eyes off of you. the two of you vote on a movie and she’s taking her usual seat in the right corner of the couch. it starts out with the two of you on opposite ends, but as the film plays, the space between you and ellie diminishes and she swears you can hear the way her heart’s pounding behind her ribcage with your ear pressed to her chest.

it’s uncharted territory considering ellie’s never been big on physical touch and she can’t even be sure that there's anything there, but you have to know. ellie’d mentioned past girlfriends, wasn’t really subtle when it came to wandering eyes on campus, hell, she’d even—

suddenly your arm’s tightening around the narrow of her waist and you’re nestling impossibly closer and christ, ellie can’t help herself when the coarse pads of her fingertips brush your jaw to catch your attention.

your gaze is illuminated by pixels and there’s a hitch in your breathing as you search her features for any hesitation. it’s long gone, you find, when ellie’s mouth is slotting yours, lips warm and tongue still flavored with sparkling wine.

ellie kisses like you’re air and she needs you to breathe. it’s almost embarrassing, way her body reacts to your proximity, how hot she us under the collar and achey as you move to straddle her. her fingertips are skimming down your spine, past the small of your back to take a—

your teeth sinking in the plump of her bottom lip and the way your soft palms find purchase against the rigid expanse of her tattooed abdomen is sobering. has her bony fingers cupping the flesh of your jaw.

“wait, wait,” she whispers, chest heaving and breaths shallow as she looks up at you.

the dust is starting to settle and you take in ellie’s kiss-bitten lips, swollen and slick. her pupils are blown wide, sweater riding up to reveal reddened flesh like you’ve branded her. you lean back.

“fuck,” you whisper. “fuck, i’m so sorry.”

ellie’s mouth is drying.

“why are you sorry?” she whispers.

you seem to chew on your words, eyes teary and expression scared.

“why are you sorry?” ellie repeats, not caring enough to mask the hitch in her voice as she pries.

“you’re always so fucking good to me, ellie,” you whimper. “you’re a great roommate and an even better friend and—”

ellie blows out a deep sigh, falls slack against the cushions as she levels you with an indiscernible look in her eye.

“don’t do that,” she breathes.

“ellie.”

“c’mon, you know me better than that,” she says, tone tinged with annoyance. “you don’t have to let me down easy. you can be honest.”

and color you confused because how couldn’t she fathom that you’ve fallen and head first at that? she’s reading it all wrong, you realize, when defeat shutters over her pretty face.

“i—”

the floorboards outside the den creak and ellie’s pushing you off just as the door squeaks open to reveal joel’s aging face.

he reads the room a moment, decides to blow by the sheen in your eyes and ellie’s rigid posture.

“tommy and maria are leaving, kiddo,” he says. “if you wanna say bye.”

ellie nods, stands and leaves you in the television-illuminated room.

you realize she won’t come back for you when the telltale sound of the front door closes and the stairs seem to groan under her weight.

it’s half past two in the morning when you slip from the den, glass of water condensating on a coaster as you try to collect yourself on the screened-in deck out back.

the icy chill stings your lungs, makes you gulp in breath after breath. the night’s starting to dawn you, the gravity of the situation overwhelming you enough to choke.

“fuck,” you whisper, that familiar feeling of dread squeezing your chest.

meanwhile, ellie can’t sleep. has been staring at the ceiling of her childhood bedroom for the past two and a half hours. you’re all she can think of. pliant curves of your body settling over hers to fit like you two were made for each other, the smell of your subtle perfume, the taste of your mouth.

and she wants to be annoyed, angry at the fact, but she’d brought you all the way here, extricated you from your comfort zone and showed you parts of her she wouldn’t dream of revealing to anyone else.

she recalls the resignation in your tone on the drive up, how you’d divulged the dysfunction of your family and the troubles you carried with you as a result. it’d be your first holiday with someone other than yourself for a while and she’d be damned if it soured because she couldn’t push her feelings aside.

the tv’s off and the blanket’s folded when she musters up enough courage to enter the den again, heart sinking to her ass when she slides back into the kitchen and finds that the sliding door to the back deck is cracked ever so slightly.

she’s seen you in a lot of ways these past eleven-odd months she’s known you, but she’s never seen you like this, hands over your heart and chest heaving like you’re trying to ground yourself.

when your watery gaze swings to her, ellie’s melting, cushion sinking as she settles next to you.

“sorry,” you whisper shakily. “i don’t—”

ellie’s shifting to face you, arms winding around your shoulders as one hand comes up to cradle the back of your head.

“let’s talk about it later,” ellie offers softly. “we can just go to bed for now and—”

“i really, really like you, ellie,” you say in one breath, and it has her body locking up, the audible catch of her inhale sounding near your ear.

“but?”

“no buts,” you admit. “just that i don’t want you to think that i kissed you because you’re being nice to me. well, i guess you’re always nice to me. it’s one of the reasons why i…”

and ellie doesn’t mean to tune you out, but you’re so fucking cute and so sweet and she shouldn’t have doubted you or herself because you’re hiccuping and shivering and—

you taste better the second time around. now ellie’s a little less unsure, still a little nervous because you’re the first girl to make her feel like this and she doesn’t want the bubble she’s built around the two of you in this corner of her little world to burst, but kissing you feels so right.

she’s dragging you back inside, past the den and up the stairs, and maybe the two of you do things you shouldn’t in her twin size bed in her childhood room when her dad’s only a few walls away, but she can’t help herself. not when you’ve always been an arm’s length away and she can finally have you.

it isn’t until the two of you lay under the dim glimmer of the glow-in-the dark stars pasted to her ceiling, her face pressed in your neck, that she says it.

“i really, really like you, too,” she whispers. “i realized i didn’t say it back.”

but it’s not like she needs to. you knew that already.

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#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams fic #ellie williams #ellie williams au #ellie williams tlou2

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wolfiezz · 5 months

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could u write ellabs x reader? maybe the reader is dating them both and they get jealous bc some girl is flirting w the reader? maybe some fluffy after care at the end :)

YES 🦭

✦ | Cw; Dom!Abby/Ellie, Sub!Fem!Reader, Marking, Overstimulation, Mentions of blood, Multiple orgasms (?), Sorta fluff (?)

✦ | An; it’s SHORT (and maybe rushed) I’m sorry sowwy

"You're ours. Do you ever forget that," Abby growled, her fingers digging into the swell of your hips as she guided you along the length of Ellie's wet cunt, her own naked body pressed up against your back. You’d cum about three times by now, you mind has completely turned to mush, and all you can do is whimper and whine about how overstimulated you are. But you take what they’re giving you anyways.

Abby’s rough hands feel so good against your sweaty skin as you try to focus on the feeling of your pussy rubbing against Ellie’s, her sweet grunts and groans motivating you more despite the throbbing ache in your thighs.

“So pretty, sweet girl. Look so good on top of me,” Ellie groaned, letting Abby do the work for both of you, her legs quivering on your shoulders. You tell she was getting close by now, the subtle trembling of her legs, the occasional whimpers she let out, the way her back arched every time Abby pushed down a little bit too hard.

“Guys, please, I can’t—“

“You can, and you will,” Abby snarled, giving your ass a hard smack that’s definitely going to form a dark bruise later on. You really, and actually, couldn’t take this anymore. You’ve lost track of how many times you came tonight, your body was defiled in cum, sweet, and blood, and your body was burning for a break, aching even. Though, they wouldn’t stop, no. Not until every inch of your body and mind was branded in their marks.

After some time, Ellie finally came, about her second or third one this night. You whined and squirmed on top of her as her warm juices splashed against your swollen cunt, this also being the cause of your own orgasm. This left both you and Ellie breathless, Abby smirking as you admired how fucked-out you two looked.

“You think she’s had enough?” Ellie rasped, her hands smoothing down you quivering backside, easing the pain from the many, many marks that she’d left there. “Yeah, she’s good,” Abby responded, gently placing kisses on the back of your sweaty neck before dragging you off of Ellie and into her arms, carrying you into the bathroom for some much needed TLC.

“You did such a good job for us tonight, beautiful,” Abby praised, sitting you down on a towel on the counter and drenching a freshly cleaned washcloth in warm water, lathering it with soap and carefully slipping it over the curves and contours of your body, wary of the tiny wounds they may have left behind. The only thing you could really manage for her was a drowsy smile, your body gradually coming down from shaking as she deemed you clean enough as washed the soap off of your skin, wrapping you up in a fluffy pink towel, and carrying you back to your bedroom.

You were mostly sure you would find Ellie there, and you did. She looked like she’s already cleaned herself up as well as the bed.

“Come get in bed you two,” she hummed, patting the bed before she got into it herself, leaving the sheets pulled back so Abby could lay you down and tuck you in, making herself snug beside you, ultimately sandwiching you between the both of them. “Good night, princess. I love you,” Abby whispered, giving you and Ellie one last round of kisses before slowly drifting off into sleep. Leaving you and Ellie awake for a little while longer.

“Well, good night, I guess. Love you,” Ellie rasped, tenderly kissing your nose before falling asleep along with Abby, leaving you the last one awake.

Your eyes slowly began to flutter shut, body laying limply between the both of them, before remembering to utter your last words of love before drifting off into dreamland.

“Love you guys, too.. Good night.”

#tlou smut #ellabs #ellie x reader #abby x reader #ellie williams #abby anderson #ellie williams smut #abby anderson smut #wlw smut #dom!character #sub!reader #wolfiezz

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venusandsaturnsrings · 2 months

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Okay lemme just

I have jjk brainrot and lemme just try to categorise my thoughts instead of letting them go !!!!!!!!

GOJO:

-Special grade teaser, this man will have you begging and edging you till you're crying

-def into letting you wear his blindfold, bonus if you're tied up

GETO

Pet play, corruption kink, need i go on- also if going with bottom Geto, def whimpers if you tug on his hair

MEGUMI

Purely basing this on an rp i had with a friend- lactation kink. Absolutely down for 3 somes with his SO + Yuji, we stan a bi king

SUKUNA

Blood kink, marking, anyway he can show off that you're his. Prolly bites you on the darn daily

MAHITO (making this extra long for you <3)

Hear me out- virgin but freaky AF

Watersports, spit, blood, cum, he's down for anything

Def has fantasies about carving his name into his fav human toy (you <3) preferably on the chest for all to see

Wil push you to your limits, prolly sucks at aftercare but can be bribed ibto beibg the best with it jn return for some new games and toys *nudge nudge wink wink*

Bonus-

Geeting double penetrated by Mahito and Foul Legacy Taru <3

IM LISTENING IM HEARING U OUT IM BRAINROTTING WITH U!! i’m crafting up a silly au where everyone lives and no one suffers and everyone gets to be happy and go to uni together and and and… so given that, i’m writing gumi n junpei as over 18!! crazy to think about but in canon time im younger than all of them… fucked up how time works huh… ANYWAYS…

includes: this is just general headcanons building off what you said my dearest + adding a couple of my own thoughts!! has Gojo, Geto, Megumi, Sukuna, Mahito, and Junpei bc he is so special to me <3 i am one of 3 Junpei kinnies on this planet i swear…

i’m not a major Gojo fucker, if anything we have hate sex that is fuelled by pent up arousal and being big time touch starved… but the idea of him using his blindfold on you?? oh dear oh my… it’s both a big step in trust and vulnerability. given that he finds not having his eyes covered to be immensely overwhelming, i imagine there’d be a strong bond between him and his partner to do this. he’s used to seeing you through the way he detects energy, it’s second nature to him, but he’ll never quite get over what it’s like to actually see you with his real eyes. his fingertips are shaking and he can’t seem to look at anything other than your face twisted in pleasure as he denies you your nth release of the day; it’s a carnal satisfaction. he tends to be very mouthy and loud whenever you’re going at it but with you splayed out in front of him like this, your body shielded by absolutely nothing, he’s rather quiet as he takes in every inch of you. it’s a form of depraved worship, in a way, that he feels so compelled to hardly even breathe to appreciate you and only you as much as he possibly can.

i’d be a liar if i said i wasn’t terribly down bad for Geto. long-haired men get me good and he’s no exception… he’s 100% into pet play and corruption you hit the nail on the head!! it’s half a control thing and half a desire to please, he doesn’t feel a lot of power over his life and being able to get some of that from what you two do together his cathartic. he’s partial to cat girls, having a little kitty for him to play with and to kneel at his feet brings him satisfaction like nothing else. Geto is also the best at aftercare!! he’s very tender in how he treats you, already having a nice warm bath and a glass of water ready… anything you need, just ask, he’d give the world to stay by your side as long as he possibly can.

prior to this ask, i’d never actually thought of Megumi before… but, hear me out, going off of his thing of sharing you with Yuji, i think he’s into being cucked. i’m sorry to be the one to say it but to my core i believe this is true and canon… when it’s just the two of you, Gumi has the tendency to get a bit nervous and lost at times so seeing someone he trusts so deeply take the reigns and really work to make you feel good without hesitation gets him going. sometimes he does get a bit jealous of the way Yuji palms at your tits or the way he gets you to squeal so loud but ultimately he knows you’re his. even if Yuji offered to snag you away, you wouldn’t accept because Gumi is the one you want (reassure him from time to time though). plus, after watching so many times, he gains a better grasp on what to do!! i think he also likes letting Yuji instruct him on just how to fuck you proper. <3

Sukuna… you are a man of many wonders and arms. he is absolutely the biggest biter of them all!! will use his normal mouth most of the time but really enjoys using his stomach mouth to nip at your ass when he’s plowing you from behind as the way you yelp in surprise never fails to get him going. he loves that having four arms means he can keep your hips still, choke you, and grope at whatever skin he wants all at the same time; there’s never a part of your body that goes missed. despite his claims of not caring about humans, there’s nothing that he loves more than having you dangle off his arm and getting to touch you in a way nobody else ever could. also, two cocks absolutely. prepare yourself to be stuffed full, he’s partial to having them both balls deep in your pussy.

FREAKY VIRGIN MAHITO IS REAL!! he’s all about experimenting so there’s really nothing he wouldn’t try honestly, it’s more of a challenge to convince him to not do certain things *shivers*… but that does come with a lot of bonuses seeing that he won’t write off anything so it’s free game for you!! odds are he’ll enjoy anything so long as he learns something from it, if it gets him off then even better. he’s naturally most interested in anything that’ll induce pain, emotional or physical, and things that allow him to be in complete control (submitting to a human? fat chance). Depending on how exactly he sees you, and how ooc you’re willing to take, you’re either going to be a good ol fashion pump n dump that he brutally slaughters OR you’ll end up being his forever pet that he won’t let out of his sight for more than fifteen seconds… both are a unique form of suffering but it’s Mahito, so there’s really no white picket fence ending option… regardless, prepare yourself to be used in the grossest ways. he’s got a particular fondness for watersports and anything that results in blood, with a preference for knife play and good ol aggressive biting, simply because he likes seeing you become a filthy depraved mess even when he’s being so cruel. i have a vague concept for a human au but even then he’s a nasty freak with no boundaries!!

adding Junpei onto this because he’s so dear to my heart and also the biggest incel. affection doesn’t come easy to him especially when it’s sexual, he finds being on the receiving end to feel as though it’s only because you pity him. try as you might, convincing him otherwise is going to take some time but he has no problem understanding his own feelings to be true although he’s shy… major panty sniffer alert, he’s too scared to actually try anything with you but he’s got his needs!! stealing a cute white cotton pair from your hamper is the next best thing to him and he’ll spend the next week with them pressed to his face whenever he’s alone, dick rutting into his hand messily. it’s subconscious but he also has a habit of stalking you around a little bit when he’s too nervous to actually talk to you but he swears it’s an accident!! he didn’t mean to learn your whole schedule it’s just that he sees you doing certain things more often!! he’s supposed to be on the other side of the city at that time for work?? you’re delusional, he was just… sent there for some sort of project, nothing weird at all he’d never!! huge whiner btw, babbles a lot when he’s finally fucking you.

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joesanrio · 10 months

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Such a Loser | R.R

Summary: After the MITB match, Joe’s entire demeanor seemed off which wasn’t expected after the weeks worth of planning and working for the match itself.

Pairings: Joe Anoa’i {Roman Reigns} x Nova (OC) || established relationship

Warnings: Stubbornness, Pet names, Random attitude, One-sided arguements, Strong language, kissing, fingering, slapping, grabbing face, praise and degrading, p in v, cockwarming, Cuddling, Love bombs

Rating: 18+

A/N: I was panicking the whole time watching it, bcs I was rooting for the Usos but I felt like they might trick me and have Solo and Roman win anyway…

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The car ride silent as Joe sits beside me dozing off, not surprising since today was probably the longest and most anticipated day of his life. His performance was amazing especially the aftermath of the match, even leaving me wondering what’s going to happen next. There was something wrong though, after the match his entire demeanor just shifted into this dull and forceful manner.

“I’m so proud.” I whisper as I play with his wedding band before looking out the window myself, “I’m glad.” He mumbles back with a small smile. The driver enters the hotel parking lot causing me to grab my purse and get ready to exit, with the driver finally parking the car we get out and I help with one of Joe’s bag. “Don’t do that, I got it.” He shakes his head before taking the bag away and throwing it over his shoulder.

Entering the hotel, we head straight towards the elevator as the silence overtakes our surroundings due to it being late at night. “What’s wrong?” I question after his exaggerated sigh, causing him to roll his eyes. “Nothing.” He snaps randomly, at least before he was nicer, my lips form a line as I nod slowly while looking away.

The elevator after taking it’s sweet time, arrives on our floor allowing me to leave that awkward silence. Grabbing the key from my purse as we head down the never-ending hallway, I look back to see Joe clearly struggling with his suitcase wheels. “I’ll help.” I hold back a laugh at his irritated expression, grabbing the suitcase it immediately rolls with ease and so does his eyes. “You know I got you baby.” I try to joke, though at this moment I’m the only one who finds it even a bit funny.

Making it to the room, I scan the card as it lets us in to our suite. Joe immediately heads to the bedroom, “Baby…” I call after him as I enter the room myself and seeing his drained expression. “Not now.” He grunts while tossing his bag into the corner, going silent soon after as I don’t know how to respond. I decide that maybe running us a shower could help, so I go to the bathroom.

“Really Novs? What did you do today that made you so utterly exhausted and sweaty that you need to shower?” He spoke abruptly, I look at the door which he’s standing at shirtless. “It was for both of us, I thought I would be nice.” I smile ignoring his rudeness while turning towards him completely, his face immediately lightening from the distasteful look he was giving. He leaves without saying anything else, I’m assuming to get ready for the shower.

———

After the shower, I finally got Joe to open up to me about what was bothering him. What I wasn’t expecting was the fact that he was going to rant for 2 hours straight about it.

“I understand.” I say tiredly as Joe is on his rant about his lost at MITB, as amazing as the guys performed he was more bothered about the crowd. “Baby you’ve seen and heard worse things.” I sigh as he throws himself back down onto the couch, “Don’t break this couch.” I warn as he sat up properly and fixed the pillow on the other side of him.

“Imagine just trying to give the best performance of your life to people who can’t even focus on it because they’re too busy yelling ‘Fuck you’!” Joe stresses as he clenches his teeth together, I go to hug him but he moves away. “Well what would you like me to do?” I force a smile even though I’m sick of his attitude, “Nothing! I just need you to listen.” He exclaims. That sends me in a frenzy because that’s all I’ve been doing for 2 hours!

I roll my eyes at him before leaving the living room, and heading to the bedroom to get away from his shenanigans. “Baby Really? I ask one thing and you walk off.” He says loud enough for me to hear in the room, “I’m sorry.” I shrug knowing he can’t see me. Sliding off my slides, I get into the comfy sheets hoping he’ll get the gist. I can hear his heavy foot steps coming towards the door, “Come lay down, you’re getting red.” I open my arms for him to join me.

Hearing his deep sigh and his movement towards the bed, I smile in a small victory. I watch him as he fixes his shorts, remembering there’s nothing underneath I got a plan. “They probably did it because you’re so hot when you’re angry.” I smile seductively as I roll over onto my stomach while he gets into the bed. “Oh really?” He mumbles before looking at me, I hum as I cuddle up into him with my leg tossed over his hips.

His hands quickly grab onto my waist and ass, rubbing so gently across my skin. “I think you did phenomenal. You looked so tough, sexy, and serious.” I bite my lip unintentionally thinking back at the visuals he was giving during the match. I push myself onto his hips with my hands resting along his bare chest, “But you lost…” I tease as I roll along his slowly hardening cock.

He grunts as his hands reach up to my hips, I smirk at his reaction. “Are you actually mad at the crowd or are you just being a sore loser?” He glares up at me after my comment while his hands grip my hips roughly, a small whimper coming from my throat at the action. I tilt forward as our faces become close and I can feel his harsh breaths, I smile before squishing his cheeks with my hand and placing a kiss onto his pink lips.

Immediately he kissed back only with more passion, I let go of his face as his tongue entered the kiss. “So sweet.” He smiles against my lips, I giggle remembering the vanilla and coconut chapstick I put on. Pulling away from the kiss, I admire his face seeing the small scratch by his chin. “They got you pretty good.” I say pointing to the minuscule mark, he rolls his eyes playfully before pulling me back down onto his lips.

His hands finding their way onto my ass while my hips continues grinding against his, feeling him fully hard underneath me. “Fuck.” He grunts against my lips nicely before throwing his head back, I sit up and remove my top. I moan quietly as one of his hands leave my ass to squeeze my boob, “So pretty.” He smirks at my reaction.

Joe flipping us over to my dismay, sitting back on his heels as he pulls my bottoms off with a surprise of nothing under. “You were planning this huh?” He teases as he throws my bottoms somewhere in the room, I look away from his intense stare as he waits for an answer. “Answer me.” He grabs my face to make eye contact again, I nod but it doesn’t please him. “Words, come on you know better.” His words immediately creating arousal to drip from my entrance. “Yeah, more of hoping.” I wink as he smiles.

His long fingers make their way to my pussy as they slide between my slit, rubbing around my clit and back down to the entrance. “You’re soaked… you got a thing for losers?” He tilts his head teasingly, I nod eagerly as his other hand comes back to my boobs and plays delicately with the nipples. The once silent room was now noisy with the sounds of my moans, and his soft grunts.

His fingers entering my entrance smoothly and filling me up, “Oh my… god!” I squeal as he starts a ruthless pace. He smirks as the wet sounds from my pussy fills the room, going to grab his wrist, his other hand interferes. “What’s wrong? You were hoping for this.” His deep voice enters my ears as he bends down to kiss my neck, though nothing but moans can come from me in response.

“Wait- I’m going to cum.” I gasp as the feeling builds up in my stomach, his fingers going even faster though I didn’t think it was possible. “It’s too much!” My eyes squeeze shut as I cum onto his fingers, “Look at me.” He demands as he removes his fingers gently. Opening my eyes, the sight of him sucking the cum off his fingers made me immediately want to cover my face in embarrassment.

“You think you can cum again?” He questions knowing the answer to that, he pulls out his hard cock causing it to slap against his pelvis. The tip was dripping precum as it was swollen and red, he leans down before rubbing against my drenched lips. “Damn baby.” He groans as his hips falter at the feeling, I hum as I pull him into a quick kiss.

Already breathless, he positions himself at my entrance before entering slowly due to his large size. He throws his head back making his neck come to full display, sitting up a bit I suck a small hickey on the side of his adams apple. “Your pussy is so good.” He chuckles as he starts a slow place, enjoying the feeling of me stretching around his cock. Joe pushes one of my legs up from underneath the knee allowing him to a different angle.

Moans just flowing from my mouth uncontrollably, “I literally love you so much. So so much!” My head falling back onto the pillow as I can no longer take looking at where him and I are connected, he lets out a breathy chuckle as he begins pounding into me. Slapping noises being heard throughout the room as well as the sound of the headboard hitting the wall. “I love you.” He says happily, his other hand holding onto my hip.

“Look at your tits just bouncing, I’m fucking you so good huh?” He smirks while slapping my bouncing boobs creating a shock to flow through my body. “You’re amazing! It’s so good.” I whine out as he lets go of my thigh and brings my hand to hold it instead. Doing the same for my other thigh, he’s practically pounding me into the mattress considering every time he comes down my body jolts from impact. “You just love losers, look at you creaming all over one.” He grabs my face roughly to look at him.

Hair falling over his face, forehead glistening with sweat. “So pathetic, don’t you think?” He degrades me and I love it, a small pout forms on my lips causing him to come down a kiss them. Moaning against his lips, his hand lets go of my face and goes down to my clit to rub fast circles. Unintentionally clenching on his pounding cock, I can feel him twitch inside of me.

“Mm’gonna cum?” I tease after he pulls away from my lips hesitantly, he nods shameless as his hands fall right beside my head to hold himself up. Biceps on full display as I’m caged in by his body, “Cum in me. Please cum.” I beg as his eyes start fluttering closed and mouth falling open. “Shit… oh I’m gonna cum.” He moans while his head drops, I can feel the warm ropes of his cum coat my walls as he breathes hard above me. “Oh yes.” I moan as I cum at the overstimulating feeling of his orgasm.

He drops his body gently onto mine as he stays inside, “You’re going to be pregnant after this.” He mumbles. My hands leave my thighs as they hold him close to me, resting on his back and tracing little shapes. “That’s totally fine.” I smile as I kiss his shoulder happily.

#roman reigns #joe anoa'i #roman reigns oneshot #roman reigns x oc #roman reigns smut #joe anoa’i smut #wwe superstars #roman reigns fluff #wwe smut #money in the bank #joesanrio

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minustwofingers · 1 year

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i need to tell you something

pairing: ellie williams x reader (no pronouns used for reader)

summary: you muster up the guts to confess to your best friend when she gets bit, but things go an unanticipated direction when she has a confession of her own

warnings: violence, ANGST!, swearing, painful yearning, ellie was low key maybe not the best gf to cat (???)

a/n: yeahhhh so i just wrote this rq. the poll is irrelevant now bc i'm posting this anyway. sorry that it's not enemies to lovers!! i thought best friends was calling for me to write it instead. physics tutor au may be more aligned w that kinda vibe. anyway enjoy x

wc: 1.9k

tags: (so sorry if i missed anyone, i'm being a little bad about adding tagged stuff but i promise exoplanet will have updated tags!)

@intrnetdoll @dazedshoon @lovecaraya @pctcr @sariyaflowr @loser-keiji @prettyplant0 @666findgod @sawaagyapong @rystarkov @buzzybuzzsposts @addisonnie @galacticstxrdust @parkersmyth @pinkazelma @ariianelle @lu002 @blairfox04 @sparkleswonderland @elliesflower

It happened so fast. One moment, you and your best friend were goofing off and joking around as you checked one of the abandoned cottages in the outskirts of the woods. You were pretending not to notice the way that your shoulders brushed as you went through the doorway, pretending like you didn’t yearn for a touch from her that was for once intentional.

The next, you were lying on the ground next to the same best friend, swallowing back the scream in your throat as you stared at the fresh bite mark on her shoulder.

The air smelled of damp wood and blood, the decrepit sitting room of the cottage dark and sheltered from the sun outside.

It was sunny outside. The world was cruel like that. You’d never be able to see the sun again without thinking about losing Ellie.

You’d thought you’d checked everywhere. You were sure of it. But then when you were goofing off trying to raid the cabinets and steal some extra CDs that you two could watch together later, you heard Ellie’s shriek and a crash.

It was the worst sound you’d ever heard in your life. Your vision went red as you saw the bedraggled, barely-human figure of a stalker crouch over her, digging its disgusting hands into her skin and snapping at her. You fired off 5 shots in succession, not stopping until it was limp.

Even while you were dragging it off her, praying to any God that might’ve been up there that she hadn’t been bitten by that thing, you were still hoping that maybe you’d been quick enough. Maybe you’d been fast enough, smart enough, strong enough to save her.

You knew it had been a pipe dream. You knew, but the sight of the blood pearling at her freckled skin in the shape of a mouth and her torn shirt still made you gasp in horror and drop to the floor next to her.

“No. No, no, no, no.” For some reason that was the only word you could bring yourself to say.

She was panting, her chest rising and falling with exertion from the fight.

Or maybe she was turning. It was a shoulder bite, after all. Those didn’t take long.

“I’m so, so, sorry.” Your hands found her face and cupped her jaw, letting your eyes meet hers.

“Y/N, wait—”

“I should have seen it,” you continued, shaking your head. “This is my fault. I’m so sorry. It should’ve been me. You don’t deserve this. I’m not going to leave you.”

As you spoke, tears slid down your face, blurring your vision until Ellie looked fuzzy.

Her hands wrapped around yours, pulling them from her face and intertwining your fingers as she laid them in her lap. “No, Y/N, don’t—”

“I can’t go on without you,” you said between choked sobs. “I won’t do it.”

The warm sun coming in through the window pane above you felt like a nasty joke. The golden light lit the back of Ellie’s head, reflecting off of her auburn hair like a halo. She’d never looked more beautiful. And she never would again.

“I need to tell you some–”

“Wait,” you interrupted, squeezing your eyes shut and gripping her hands tighter. “I’m sorry. I’ll let you go in a minute. I just—I need to tell you something too, okay? Before…before…”

You hiccuped and tried to shrug your shoulder to your cheek to catch the waterfall of tears and snot on your face.

“You’re freaking me out,” Ellie complained, resting her head against the wall and sending you a weak smile.

Her casualness, her fearlessness, her overall Ellie-ness made you nearly crack again, but you had to keep it together. You had to get this out. She couldn’t leave without hearing this.

“Listen,” you began, your voice wavering, “I, uh…I don’t know how to say this. I’m sorry if this isn’t something you want to hear. Oh, god, actually, this is really selfish of me. Nevermind.”

Because it was. These were the last few moments of Ellie’s life, and you were making it all about you. She didn’t see you like that, that much was clear. You’d once thought otherwise—but that was before Cat, before you saw her smile the same way with her and let Cat kiss her in front of everyone whenever you saw them around your friends.

So maybe it would be better if you just didn’t say anything. That way she wouldn’t look back on your memories together as creepy.

Ellie swallowed, then discreetly cast her gaze down to her right arm, just for a moment. “You can tell me anything, you know. You always could.”

The words brought a renewed wave of tears to your eyes, and you did your best to valiantly fight off the lump in your throat long enough to get the words out.

You supposed that if she was asking for it, she deserved to know the truth.

“Look, I—I really—” The words died in your throat.

Ellie was still and quiet, patiently waiting for you to finish and letting you hold her hands in a vice grip. She was always like that—so stoic and strong.

“I don’t know how to say this,” you repeated, turning your gaze back to your tangled fingers. “I don’t want to ruin the way you remember our friendship.”

“You couldn’t do that if you tried,” said Ellie, her lips pulling up. “I like you too much.”

It was stuff like that that made you want to rip your hair out and scream into your pillow.

I like you too much.

Just when you thought life couldn’t get any crueler, the purgatory of queer yearning always had a funny way of proving you wrong.

“I don’t want to keep lying to you.” Your voice wavered as you looked anywhere but her face. “I’ll always see you as a friend. I know that’s what I am to you. And I promise I wasn’t, like, being gross about this when we hung out.” The past tense made your stomach churn. Hung out. You’d never get to spend time again with her after this. Speed it up, Y/N. You’re running on borrowed time. “That’s to say that I really do love being friends with you. I always have. It’s just that—”

This had to be the most painful confession in the history of the world. Maybe you should just ask Ellie to bite you to put you out of your misery.

“I’ve always wanted more with you,” you forced out. “Like—more than friends. Ever since I met you.”

Ellie was suspiciously quiet for so long that you began to worry that she was already turned. You dared to peek up at her through your lashes.

She blinked twice in rapid succession upon meeting your eyes, her face otherwise void of emotion.

“I need to confess something too,” she said slowly, her voice significantly more even than you’d expect for someone preparing for their death.

If she was going to say that she felt the same way, you weren’t sure how you’d ever get over this.

“I’m immune.”

Oh.

“What?”

Then she laughed at you—actually laughed at you, her eyes crinkling.

“I’m immune,” she repeated, her lips stretched into a wide smile. “I was trying to tell you—but god forbid you let me finish anything I want to say—”

You tried to snatch your hands away from where they were entwined with hers in her lap, but her fingers refused to let up. “How do you even know that?!” She had to be lying.

“Because I’ve been bitten before,” she said. Her eyes were sparkling with mirth. “Twice, actually. And that was years ago. And look at it. It doesn’t look like other bites, right?”

You reluctantly gave it a closer look. True to her word, the tell-tale growths of the Cordyceps were nowhere to be seen, something unheard of for a bite so close to the head after a few minutes.

It was the real deal. She really wasn’t going to turn.

You never knew it was possible to feel this mortified.

“You’re such an asshole,” you snapped, finally succeeding in freeing your hands and pushing yourself away so you weren’t touching her. “You barely even tried to tell me. You let me embarrass myself.”

She shrugged, amusement still pulling at her mouth. “I wasn’t going to pass up the chance to hear what you had to say.”

“Well, that was very impolite of you.” You crossed your arms and looked away from her, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Just forget I said anything, okay?”

“Hey.”

There was a hand at your elbow, pulling you so you slid across the hardwood until your knees knocked together.

“Look at me,” said Ellie. Her voice was soft, almost gentle. You rarely ever heard her like this.

When you didn’t comply, the hand that wasn’t at your arm came to your chin, tilting it so she could see your face.

Ellie was still smiling, but there was something else in her eyes—something that wasn’t just amusement,

“It’s the same for me,” she said. Her skin was warm against yours. “Ever since I met you.”

Your heart stopped. “What? But what about Cat?”

She shrugged. “I didn’t think you saw me like that. I thought seeing other people would help.”

“And did it?”

Ellie winced. “Obviously not.”

“Poor Cat.” You weren’t sure how else to respond.

“Poor Cat,” Ellie agreed.

Shyly, your hand came up to brush back the piece of hair that had escaped from her bun, letting your fingers rest on the back of her neck.

You’d never touched her there before. You’d never had an excuse to touch her intentionally. Doing so felt almost criminal, like you were breaking some sort of unspeakable barrier.

But then she pulled you in and kissed you, and you forgot all about arbitrary rules and the now antiquated platonic label that defined you two.

It lasted for just a moment, her lips brushing against yours as you leaned into her, your fingers tangling into her hair. The gentle warmth of the sun hit your hand, and you twisted it so your forearm lay flat against her.

It was a mistake. Ellie cried out, startling you as you wrenched away from her. There was something warm and wet on your arm—which, upon further investigation, was the blood from the bite you’d accidentally pressed into as you maneuvered your hand.

“Shit,” you said. You’d totally forgotten that she’d still been injured regardless of her immunity. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Ellie said, though you could tell she was hiding the pain. “Sorry. It didn’t hurt that much.”

“Let’s go back,” you said, standing up as you held out a hand. “We’ll get that cleaned up.”

You’d been worried that kissing her would change things. Maybe she’d decide that she didn’t actually want you after all and that she didn’t even want to be friends.

But once she’d grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together as you both walked down the road back to Jackson, you found that there was nothing to worry about. Not anymore.

final a/n: im gonna be so real and say i love the premise of this but this was a littleeee bit of a flop in my book i didn't know how to end it but i hope you all enjoy this as a way to hold you over while i finish p5!

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams self insert #ellie williams x oc #ellie williams x you #ellie williams imagine

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hearts4court · 8 months

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I still hate you.

A/N: Kinda sped this up a bit by making the dialogue short cuz like— i love plus size!smut!! i need to go church after this, cuz it was FILTHYY. but i hope you like it<3🫠🙈

Requested by: @heartz3dom

Request: enemies to lovers with Steve Harrington X Fem!plus sized!reader with smut

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Pairing: Steve Harrington X Fem!plus size!reader

Warnings: cursing, reader wears glasses, kissing, sexual themes, p in v, mentions of blood, steve is a warning himself bc OML, Carol and Tommy.

God you hated him. His attitude, his intelligence, and his stupid, stupid hair.

Steve Harrington, the King of Hawkins, he was cute but the best thing about that asshole was his pretty face, and his hair.

He practically had girls throwing themselves on him constantly, all except you. You hated him, he hated you, y’all were always arguing about who’s better. Whether it was who’s better at exams, getting bitches, or holding a record for best drinker.

“C’mon Steve! You need to get laid.” Tommy said nudging his friend,”Stop fighting with Y/N for once, and go get yourself a girl!” Carol said.

“i don’t know. After Nancy i just-“, Steve started to say before Carol cut him off with a scoff. “Who cares about Nancy? You deserve a real girl, not some wannabe ‘innocent’ suburban girl.” Carol continued, making Steve sigh.

Steve couldn’t date or get with another girl. There was always someone on his mind, no it wasn’t Nancy. It was you.

Your laughter, the way you laughed kinda loud sometimes when something was really funny.

Your hair, how you always did something cute with it whether it was up or down.

And your eyes, how they lit up when you got excited about your interests, seeing your friends after a long day, or when you got good scores.

———

“i hate parties, Nancy! i don’t look good in dresses and the smell of alcohol makes me sick.” You say turning your head from her and putting your hand in front of her, to stop her speaking.

“Come on, Y/N! you’re so pretty and you need to live a little, stop staying in your room and reading books all day.” Nancy said while pushing your glasses up your nose as they were slipping off.

“Fine. Only for you.” You finally say after a long sigh, making her smile.

———

The night of Steve’s party, you put on a dress you liked and did your hair and makeup, trying to make yourself feel good.

When you heard Johnathans car honk, you know Nancy and Johnathan were here to pick you up.

“You look so pretty, Y/N!” Nancy said looking you up and down.

“You look- uh.. beautiful.” Johnathan stuttered with a soft smile, He was shy but he was still so respectful. Obviously Nancy didn’t take offense to his compliment towards you, because Johnathan loved Nancy with all his heart and would do anything for her.

“Thanks, Nanc. Thanks Johnny.”You say as you get into the car and buckle up.

“Yo! Steve! Drinking contest, you up?” Tommy said, making Steve shake his head.”Nah i’m good.” he spoke till his eyes widened as you walked into his house.

“Oh my god. She does not look good in that dress. She’s to fat.” Carol said smacking her gum.

“Shut up Carol.” Steve scoffed walking away from them.

———

You and Nancy were both talking in the kitchen when Tommy came up you, and began to flirt with you.

“I’m not interested, Thomas.” you say, Tommy had a girlfriend and you were respectful of that, and, Tommy wasn’t your type anyways.

“Come on, just because your big doesn’t mean i can’t treat you right-“ Tommy said before Carol came up to the three of you.

“Tommy! why are you flirting with Nancy the slut and Fatty?” She scoffed, “Don’t talk about us like that-“ Nancy started before Carol cut her off.” Shut up, Wheeler. And you- You do you think you are flirting with my boyfriend, Y/N?” Carol asked shoving you.

“i’m not flirting with Tommy! he’s flirting with me.” you snap back,” Yeah right, Nobody would flirt with you, Fatass.” Carol scoffed.

Tears built up in your eyes as she insulted you on your weight, when you felt something grab your waist and pull you behind them, you looked up at them and it was— Steve?!

“Both of you, out of my house, Now.” Steve said to his friends as he held you close to him, like he protecting you.

“Steve man it was—“ Tommy started to say before Steve cut him off just like Tom and Carol do to him.

“Now! take yourself and your bitch of a girlfriend and get the hell out of my house!” He scolded, heat rose to your cheeks as Steve defended you. He threw his friends out of his house just for you.

“Come on, Y/N. let’s get you cleaned up.” He said as he took your hand and led you upstairs to his bedroom to clean your face off from the tears and smudged makeup.

“Steve— why did you do that? You hate me, we hate each other.” you said as you sniffled. He didn’t answer, he just sat you down on his bed and wiped your makeup off of your puffy eyes and red face.

“Steve. Answer me.” you whisper, grabbing his wrist, making him stop and lock eyes with you. It’s almost like something snapped in him, he quickly smashed his lips onto yours without hesitation. You kissed back, letting go of his wrist and wrapping your arms around his neck.

He growled lowly and immediately wrapped his arms around your waist and under your thighs-“Steve no-“ you say between kisses making him pull away,”what’s wrong?” he asked with concern.

“i’m— im heavy.” you whisper making him scoff,”i love everything about you. Your eyes, your voice, your personality, your body is just a bonus and probably the best thing about you.” He confessed making heat rise on your cheeks once more, and between your legs.

“Now, don’t ever doubt the way you look. you’re gorgeous. If you ever doubt yourself around me.. i will fuck you in till you believe you’re beautiful.” he said before kissing you again, sliding his hands up your thighs and under your dress, making you moan softly in his mouth.

He pushed you back on his bed and took off his shirt unbuckling his belt, he pushed your dress up and over your head. He looked down at your body in shock as he licked his lips.

“fuck.. you’re beautiful, my love. and you’re all mine..” he growled lowly. Steve leaned down and kissed your neck, unclipping your bra and discarding it on the floor with the rest of y’all’s clothes, he slid off his pants and boxers, pulling off your panties and sliding into you slowly causing you to gasp.

“just like.. cmon princess.. take all of me..” he whispered pushing himself into you fully.

“oh fuck-“ you whine as he thrusted into you slowly, “doing so good f’me..” he praised, you grip onto his shoulders, digging your nails into them.

“Steve— please, go faster!” you whine as he cooed,”anything for you, baby..” he grunted as he sped up, feeling you tighten around him.

“close already? i’m just getting started..” he chuckled lowly as he looked down at you, back arched, lip slightly bleeding from how hard you bit it. He gripped onto your hips, hard enough that they’ll definitely have bruises by morning.

“Fuck- m’gonna cum-“ you whine as he left hickeys on your neck.

“Yeah? be a good girl and cum on my cock, baby..” he groaned as he sped up his thrusts.

As soon as he felt you clench around him and cum around his cock, he came inside you before he pulled out and fell beside you, pulling you to him causing you to lay your head on his chest while he traced your stretch marks on your stomach.

“i hope your on birth control.” he whispered making you giggle, “i am, don’t worry.” you mumble sleepily.

“I still hate you, by the way.” he said making you hum, as you drifted off.

“No you don’t.”

Don’t copy, translate or repost any of my work w/o my permission.

#steve harrington #steve harrigton x reader #steve harrington smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things #stranger things smut #steve harrington x fem!reader #stranger things x fem!reader #st smut #st steve #smut #steve harrington x fem!plus size!reader

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plotwholls · 2 years

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Okay so I’ve literally been searching for two days to find this post, but I can’t, so if anyone can find me the post about the League trying to figure out how crazy Amity is, PLEASE send it my way bc jfc I hate not crediting people and this is going to GRATE ON MY NERVES. Anyway.

Basic premise is that the JL sees the town goes “uh,,, that’s sus” and decides that they can’t just bust in and try and figure out if they’re crazy. So. In order to be better accepted, what do they do?

Well, they make the worst possible decision that they didn’t know was dumb: they sent a shrink.

The principal cleared her throat. “And… you’re here to apply for our, uh… what did you say?”

“The school counsel—”

“Ah yes! That!”

Dinah tried to keep her expression neutral while she internally chanted “whatthefuck whatthefuck whattheffffuuuuuuccccckkkkkkkkkk—”

The principal seemed to chew on her apprehension for a minute before giving Dinah a wavering smile and rubber stamping it. “…You can start next Friday.”

“But it’s Saturday…? I can start Mon—”

“Thatwon’tbe—!” She cleared her throat, her smile tight, as if that could conceal her prior panic. “That… won’t be… necessary, Dr. Lance.” Principal Ishiyama gestured towards the door. “Besides. We’ll need the time to— fix up your office!”

Dinah smiled and nodded, but she noted to herself as she walked out of the reception how Ishiyama rushed to her secretary to begin whispering furiously.

Dinah saw how she was scared.

Dinah paused on the front steps, digging her phone out of her slacks’ pocket. She scrolled through her contacts for a moment before finally hitting call. She pressed the phone between her ear and shoulder as she started digging through her purse for her keys. As soon as it picked up, she announced, “Hey, babe! I got the job! I’m on the front steps of my new workplace!” She sing-songed. Oliver took the hint. “Oh? What the hell happened in forty minutes that has you calling me before you’re even in the car? Actually… wouldn’t it be twenty? Fifteen? Commute’s… what, twenty-five minutes? Still can’t believe Bat’s is putting you up in this shack—”

Dinah slipped into the drivers seat, shut and locked the car and switched her phone to the other ear. “Ishiyama was scared of me.”

“…What?” Oliver laughed a bit. “Darling, don’t get me wrong, you’re terrifying, and I love every inch of you for it, but… those are Canary vibes you’re talking about….”

Dinah turned the ignition, foot pressed hard on the breaks. “Then explain to me why I’m starting next Friday even though I told her that I was ready to start Monday— or why she jumped out of her skin when I tried to shake her hand? How about how she caved the moment I confirmed I was going for the counselor position and gave it to me without further questioning?”

Oliver got a bit more serious. “And you’re sure you were reigning in the Resting Bitch Face?”

Dinah rolled her eyes. “Yes, I’m very sure that I was masking my ass off— and you know how good I am at that!”

“I know, hun,” Oliver soothes (it works, much to Dinah’s chargin and battered ego). “It’s worked on Superman and Batman. You caught your own Autism. Your mask is great, babe. Still prefer your murder vibes, though.”

Dinah grinned, her heart feeling achy and cheeks warm. “Well, yeah, that’s why I let you be my boyfriend.”

“And I thank God everyday you knocked some sense into my dumb ass— how about you go get us some safe foods and I’ll pull out the case packs again— we’ll try and figure out what’s going on, alright?”

Dinah smiled softly, her grip on the steering wheel softening, too. “Yeah, alright— when’s Roy gonna get here?” Dinah checked over her shoulder as she threw on her blinker. She turned back. “He should be up to date on anything we find.”

“He’s getting in later tonight,” Oliver told her, “and he’ll have already of eaten, so you don’t need to worry about that.”

Dinah smiled. “You’re so awesome.”

“I’ll try not to get a big head, but given how often you give out praise, that’s gonna be hard….”

Dinah laughed at the overly dramatic woe. She loved that about him— how he made her laugh like she was six again. “Okay, okay— I need to go, I’m driving— text me anything you want. Ask Roy, too.”

“Yeah, okay. I’ll get started on the files, too, alright? Because that wasn’t ego stroking; she shouldn’t have been scared unless she knew who you were and she did something horrible.”

Dinah smiled like she was chocolate under a heat lamp. “Okay.” God, she hopes he can’t hear her freaking heart eyes.

“Okay,” He laughs. “I’m gonna go. I still have a sofa to get through this door.”

She laughs as she takes her turn. “Alright— be safe.”

“You, too. Love you.”

“Not quite there yet,” She tells him, still melting, “but I think I’m getting there.”

“Take all the time in the universe. Bye.”

“Bye.” God, that man makes her soft. Dinah screams a little in the back of her throat, wanting to thrash a bit (but that’s dangerous, so she’ll settle on the screaming).

(She’s going to need to send Batman a gift basket for this— a way for her to bond with her boyfriend’s son, make him feel validated, and let her manage some distance from her relationship to try and figure her head out? He’s getting a basket like none other. She’s gonna dig up Grandma’s cookie-brownie recipe and make him a butt-ton. And then she’s going to send the recipe to Agent A. …and so maybe she’s going to slip in a book on autism (because there’s no way he’s neurotypical) in there, too, but who’s gonna know, huh?)

Dinah floated through parking, and starting her walk to the store, but the floating quickly shifted into a mask as phones started going off in waves— all of them with the same ringtone, which would make others (strangers, from what she could tell) lean over to look at their neighbor’s phones once they realized it wasn’t theirs.

…And slowly, one by one, they began to turn to her. Dinah saw a lot of things on their faces. She faked a happy little twirl to get a look behind her, too.

Fear. Trepidation. Horror.

The most common one was what most would call a “threat,” but Dinah had always been one for specific language, and these looks weren’t threats.

They were promises.

They were swears upon their loved ones’ graves and everything they held dear.

They were telling her a very simple story with a very stony set of the face: “fuck this up, and you won’t live to fuck it up again. We won’t let you.”

Most importantly, it gave up that tiny little detail that made the puzzle fit. With a slightly more real (if more feral) grin, Dinah did a happy little job as she finally stepped into the store. It was such a simple little word, especially with a three letter modifier tacked in front, but it told her so, so much. It said, “We won’t let you….”

“Not again.”

#danny phantom #dp x dc #oliver queen #dinah lance #black canary #batman

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holographic-mars · 2 months

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Cosmos definitely gets hit by asteroids sometimes (my favorite headacanon as a cosmos kin tbh)

Anyway, cosmos probably babysit the cassettes sometimes and has to hide from the autobots while doing it and ironhide found cosmos and the casseticons once cause they needed cosmos for something

AAAHHF I WAS TALKING TO MOOT ABOUT SOMETHING JUST LIKE THIS YESTERDAY

ABSOLUTELY EHE Cosmos is a clumsy bastard and while he bumbles through space he totally gets hit by smaller asteroids and meteoroids on the regular. He’s all dinged up and when he gets hit he just kinda shakes it off afterwords like he didn’t just get mashed by a 40 ton piece of space rock. He walks it off like a champ.

ANYWAYS I love how this sort of reads like G1 so you bet your ass I’m gonna make this G1-esque, no continuity is safe from coswave.

When cosmos ‘babysits’ the cassettes it’s not really cosmos taking care of them it’s more like “hey will you make sure my cassettes don’t set anything on fire? thank you” and then five minutes later the building is on fire and cosmos is sweating hard. Cosmos keeps track of the cassettes in the words lamest hangout sesh when Megatron gets in one of his moods and Soundwave deems the base unsafe for the cassettes.

Cue the cassettes going to find Cosmos to hang out with until Soundwave gives the ok to come back home. They find him, but unfortunately they also find that he is not alone and he’s doing a job with the other autobots, So now they’re all doing a horrible job at trying to subtly get cosmos’ attention while cosmos is desperately trying to get them to shut up and hide before his teammates see them. He can’t risk anyone finding out that he’s canoodling with the enemy!

Eventually cosmos breaks away long enough to grab the cassettes and ask them what the hell their problem is (frenzy calls him a stupid idiot for not noticing them hiding behind the rock sooner and ravage refuses to get down from the tree she’s decided to lounge in), they give a half baked explanation as to what is going on, and now cosmos has to figure out how to keep the cassettes from wandering away from him while also staying focused on his autobot tasks. Ironhide definitely knows something is amiss and has a hunch it might have something to do with Cosmos’ odder than usual behavior and the bush that keeps moving behind him.

AUHF THANK YOU FOR THE ASK this one made me giggle a bit bc the cassettes are absolute hellions and cosmos is over here fighting for his life. He’s got 5 grown mechs half his size trying to topple him over for fun, his ass is NOT winning this battle.

#this is so half baked I apologize #ironhide… ahrnhahd (said in ironhide voice)#I’m not really sure how ironhide would react to seeing cosmos with the cassettes I fear #ahrnhide………….#bonus though: jazz is totally aware of cosmos’ canoodling with soundwave #as long as no autobot intelligence is getting leaked he doesn’t see a reason to say anything #he just loves watching soundwave fumble at showing cosmos how important he is to the cassette player #and cosmos equally fumbling because they’re both really lame #coswave #transformers #maccadam

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monkeydlesbian · 9 months

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shopping spree

nami x fem!reader (word ‘girlfriend’ is used for reader, but otherwise can be read as gender neutral)

wc: 951

warnings: none really, fluff, somewhat suggestive bc nami is a little brat (affectionate) and also a tease

a/n: probably my last fic before classes start back up bc i’m moving back in tomorrow :( hopefully i’ll find the time on the weekends to crank some stuff out and continue to watch op if i’m not too busy LOL 😭 anyways enjoy!!

“How about this one?”

You tilt your head curiously, looking at Nami in one of the dresses she’s picked out and is currently trying on for you.

This one is hot pink with spaghetti straps and two bows that tie around the back, showing a little bit of her skin. It’s quite short, too. Your gaze travels down her body, noting how nicely it accentuates her chest and curves, but more importantly how short it is, and how much of her long legs it shows. You smile at her, sitting up straighter on the bench in the dressing room.

“You do look quite good in pink.”

She giggles at you, giving you a slow little twirl, “you think so?”

You laugh and nod in response, rubbing the fabric of the dress between your thumb and forefinger when she steps closer to you, standing in between your spread legs.

“It’s also short…”

“Is that a problem?” She’s quick to ask the question, a little defensively, and it makes you grin before you look up at her.

Nami has always worn revealing clothes. Clothes that show off her legs, her breasts, her ass; pretty much everything she has to offer. It never stopped once you earned the title of girlfriend, either. Not that you wanted it to, especially since she just looks so good.

“Did I say it was a problem?” You ask rhetorically, dropping your hand from the fabric of the dress down to one of her thighs. She shakes her head, and you grip onto her thigh with your whole hand, smiling at the way the doughy flesh spills in between your fingers. Dragging her closer to you, your other hand slips around to the back of her other thigh to help.

“I can fight.”

She laughs, and you can’t help but laugh yourself when she rolls her eyes at you. Her hands move to rest on your shoulders, fingers sneaking to play with the collar of your t-shirt.

“Do you like this one?” She asks after a pregnant pause, looking down at you expectantly. She asks the question like the dress is for you, like it’s going straight into your closet after she purchases it. You smile at her again (because that’s all you seem to do around your beautiful girlfriend) before glancing down at the dress. One of your hands leaves her thighs to feel the pink fabric again, humming in thought for a second before nodding.

“It’s really pretty. You look good in it. Shows off your legs real nice.” You grin up at her playfully.

She laughs again, shoving at your forehead with two fingers playfully before walking back to the mirror and checking herself out. Her hands run over her body to smooth out the fabric, over her breasts and down her stomach. She turns to the side with her back towards you to examine it further, smoothing the dress over her ass slowly. You fight the urge to laugh, knowing she’s being a tease completely on purpose. If anything, Nami keeps you on your toes.

“Okay!” She announces suddenly, ripping you out of your debauched daydream. She turns to you with a wide smile, her eyes squinted happily and crinkling at the sides. “I’m getting this one!”

“You’re not gonna get the green one?” You ask curiously, pointing to the dainty green sundress that hangs up on the wall rack. Her eyes lit up when she tried it on, and she looked really happy when she set it back on the rack in the ‘keep’ pile. It was kinda cute, honestly. “You really liked that one.”

“I know, but you like this one more.”

You give her a look. “But you liked the green one more. So get that one.”

She pouts, and opens her mouth to retaliate but you cut her off.

“Get both. How much are they?” You ask, standing up from the bench and walking over to green dress to check its price tag. 50 Berries isn’t bad at all. You reach for the price tag on the pink dress she’s wearing; 50 Berries as well.

“Honey, you don’t have to—“

“Stop it. If you want both, I’ll buy both,” you say firmly, taking the green dress and folding it over your arm. She blushes, looking off to the side with a shy smile.

You can’t help but laugh, stepping closer to her and taking a strand of her long orange hair to twirl it around your fingers.

“For someone who likes being gifted money and material things, you sure are shy when being gifted money and material things,” you tease her, brushing the strand of hair behind her ear tenderly. She looks back to you and glares, and you can tell she doesn’t really mean it.

“…Fine. Only because you insisted,” she says with a huff and still pink cheeks, slipping the straps of the dress off of her shoulders and shimmying it down her body. She stares you down the whole time, making sure you’re watching every fold and crease and jiggle of her skin and plump areas. You are, of course, with raised eyebrows and a growing smile. You watch as she picks up her skirt and top from the bench and puts them on, still staring at you. She slips her sandals on and grabs her purse, and you finally allow yourself to laugh.

“You done being a brat?” You ask teasingly, grabbing her other shopping bags and the two dresses. She snorts and wraps her arm around one of yours, leading you out of the dressing room to the checkout line. She presses a kiss to your cheek, smiling when your eyes widen slightly.

“Just for now.”

#x reader #nami x reader #nami one piece x reader #one piece x reader #one piece fluff #nami imagine #one piece imagine #ok that’s all i got #LMAAOAOKSJDKSKA #this was literally just nami x fyfa sorry this was a selfship fic 🙈🙈🙈

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lamnwar · 1 year

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Hi hi👋🏾 I love your work very much and I'm not sure if I'm late, I just saw your post about opening requests. I was wondering if I could make a request about Aomine.

It's perfectly fine if you don't want to, but if you do consider doing it could it be about a chubby reader(no specific traits like blushing, because I don't got that ability). Like they both knew each other before had and hurl sarcasm at each other constantly, but they have lowdown time too sometimes (like relaxing on the roof or some activity they both like.

Reader sometimes compares herself to Momoi because she definitely makes herself known when in a room and wonders if she's good enough to catch Aomine's eyes but he thought they were maybe together because of their interactions.

I know that's alot but bare with me please 💀

I hope that your doing well and wish you happiness always💞

Hellooooo 💕 omg I know I took way to long for this but believe me, I loved that request a lot bc I'm such a hoe for friends to lovers with Daiki 😭 I hope you enjoy it!!

It's you, dummy // Aomine Daiki x Fem! Reader

Context: in which you're in complete denial on your feelings for your best friend Daiki.

Warnings: fluff <3, university au!, language I guess?, reader is in denial and it can be a bit unsufferable but bear with it plsss it's worth it, I promise 🤭

“You’re gonna pay me lunch today or what?”

You turn around, unable to restrain the laugh bubbling in your throat.

“Go to hell, Daiki” you reply as you keep on walking in the crowded hallways of your university.

You hear the giant boy grumble, fussing like a spoiled child who for the first time in his life, has been denied something. It’s amusing, how you get him to behave like that, breaking the reputation of cool guy he’s built for himself on the campus. It’s a talent of sorts, you like to pride yourself. For the whole time that you’ve known each other, you know for a fact that any façade he puts up is just a mirror of smoke to you. As hard as he tries, Daiki will always remain your giant dumbass of a friend. And staying in character, he follows you, still not willing to rest his case and take a defeat. You sigh, not bothering from stopping for him – it’s pointless, anyway, because when Daiki has something in mind, it’s hard to get him to change it. And he is adamant in having you invite him for a meal.

“You owe me one, pretty girl” he says as soon as he’s caught up to you.

“Do I now?”

“You absolutely do!”

You roll your eyes, pretty much in disagreement with him. As far as you’re concerned, you don’t owe him anything – not that you’d be stupid enough to owe anything to Aomine Daiki. But he clearly believes in his own truth since he’s still following you.

“Shouldn’t you be on your way to your next class anyways?” you ask as you take a quick look at your watch, “I’m done for the day, but you can’t say that much.”

“I don’t give a fuck about my class, I want to have lunch with you.”

Your expression may remain unphased by his words, but you notice the way your heartbeat takes off. It does every time he says this kind of things to you when he’s unknowingly being confusing to your poor little heart. You may be in denial, though you refuse to think about it too much, afraid of what it may reveal of you. But you can’t help the warmth that invades you when these words come out of him. So, you try, as hard as possibly can, to shake these feelings and thoughts away.

“You’re failing most of your classes, dummy, so please” you sigh.

He grunts, trying his hardest to avoid your eyes, knowing that he can’t refuse them anything that they plead for. He resists as long as he’s strong enough to, but by the way his lips fold in a slight pout, you know that he’s admitting defeat.

“Why d’you always get me to do the right thing, huh?” he grumbles as a soft chuckle comes out of your lips.

You raise your shoulders, feigning ignorance; truth be told, you’ve always been his moral compass so if you were to incite him to do anything remotely wrong, you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself. You come close, giving him a half hug in an attempt to lift his mood.

“Work hard Daiki, I’ll be waiting for you!”

“You’re not getting away with it” you hear above you as his hand lays on your head. “Be ready at 10 tonight, I’ll come to pick you up.”

You step back, a confused look on your face.

“10? Boy, what are you going to do to me so late in the evening?”

He laughs, pulling you away from his body as he gets himself to go in the direction of the amphitheatre. Something about that cute little confused face of yours is entertaining to him – probably because for once, you are the clueless one. With a last flick on your forehead, he replies:

“Taking you on a night drive. Get the snacks, I’ll handle the drinks.”

And so, you watch him go away before you even get to respond to his invitation – if you can call it that. If anything, he’s imposed a surprise hangout on you, and at a time of the day that isn’t really what you are used to. However, you can’t fool yourself; as tempting as the prospect of lying in bed in your comfiest pj’s with a cup of tea while rewatching your favourite show may be, you know for a fact that you’re looking forward to tonight’s appointment.

It embarrasses you to admit that you’ve never been on a night drive before. For one, you cannot drive, and even if you did, this kind of activity is certainly more enjoyable with some company than alone. And you’ve also figured that people in real life don’t do night drives. It’s a fantasy for coming-of-age stories, certainly one of these things that get overly romanticized, so people can feel less bored by their lives. It’s for teenage love stories, an activity that you may be too old for, so it be ridiculous, right, for you to get excited by the idea of going on a night drive with Daiki?

Yet, here you are, ready to go thirty minutes before. You feel nervous, for a reason you can’t figure. Well, you have a theory, but you simply rather ignore it, for it doesn’t make that much sense, all things considered. It still remains that you are standing here, in the middle of your apartment, checking once again if you’ve packed the boy’s favourite snacks and looking at your reflection in your full-length mirror every time you walk by, wanting to look cute for some obscure reason. It’s not like you’d want him to compliment you tonight, right? Even though he does, every time you meet, without exception. But still, despite the frequency of such occurrence, you doubt that it means anything. It’s his teasing, it’s just the way Daiki is.

Daiki, who always calls you pretty girl, especially in public so he can see you struggle to restrain your reaction to these words. Daiki, who is the first one to notice when you change your hair, your makeup, or your nails. Daiki, who sits you on his laps randomly, shushing you before you give him any of that “but I’m too heavy for you” bullshit.

But it wouldn’t make sense, you repeat to yourself, that his actions could hold more meaning than that. Because Daiki, for as long as you’ve known him, has always been that type of guy that is never seen with a girl like you. Especially when you consider that he’s grown up beside Satsuki – your common friend who, before you, had been the one Daiki was following around and decided to randomly hang out with. You’ve met her a couple of times, when she’s come to visit on breaks, and you’ve quickly bonded around the fact that you both wonder why you keep a guy like Daiki around. It's true, you could have both ditched him at some point in your life; he’s lazy, annoying, sometimes confusing and impulsive, despite putting on the front of a cool guy. The thing is, Satsuki is patient and sweet, she’s always taking her time with a smile on her face, laughing away the times he’s being a dumbass. But you, it’s a completely different dynamic. He’s decided from one day to another that you are his new best friend, and ever since, he hasn’t hesitated once to be unsufferable with you. He laughs when you call him a dumbass, and purposely make PDA when you are screaming on all roofs that you hate his guts. He has a picture of you from that awkward phase you went through as a pre-teen plastered on his wall – one that he’s found by stalking your social media like a creep. Daiki gets on your nerves, making you wonder ever so often why, despite everything, you’d still take a bullet with him.

But here you are, in his car with the windows down, the chill air of the night kissing your face as he pretends to dislike the music you’ve put on, though he’s clearly bopping his head along. At this time, most roads are empty, and you see the slight grin on the blue-haired boy’s face when he seizes the occasion to go over the speed limit by a couple of kilometres.

“So… that’s a night drive, huh?” you ask as your eyes wander out the window.

He huffs, slender fingers landing a flick on the side of your head.

“We gotta get out of town first, unless you appreciate the view of rats running on the sidewalks” he explains.

You hum as a response, too embarrassed to admit to you are clueless as to what this night has in reserve for you. After a while, however, it all makes sense to you as you reach the heights, seeing the lights of the city drawing patterns under your eyes. At some point, you even wonder where the stars start and where the city lights stop. It’s all like a painting, and you are just like a kid, watching with fascinated eyes. Daiki's eyes momentarily deviate from the road to lay on you, a soft smile painting his lips at the sight of you with literal stars in your eyes. And then you turn to look at him, mouth slightly agape when you notice that he’s been looking at you like that.

“Get the snacks, I’m starting to get hungry” he says after giving his attention back to the road.

You nod, reaching to get his favourite snack out of your bag, and trying as hard as you can to get the image of him looking at you so fondly out of your mind. The idea of him being so tender is a new concept, something that you refuse to accept as a truth, because if you do, you’ll also have to accept the way it makes you feel.

“Do you want one?” You ask as you try to distract yourself from the direction your thoughts are going.

“Feed me.”

You raise your eyebrows, ogling at him like he’s spewed the most nonsensical thing ever.

“Give me a rest, Daiki.”

“I literally need my two hands to drive.”

“Oh, fuck off! You’ve been driving with one hand all along.”

“Well, you owe me one, remember?”

“Where did you get that from, anyways?” you sigh, persuaded, once again, that you would never be stupid enough to owe anything to Aomine Daiki.

He doesn’t reply; yet, before you get to hit him with a “I knew it”, he leans in to take a bite at the piece of food you have in hand, a shocked look painting your face when his teeth graze the tip of your fingers.

“Wh- what did you do that for?!” you grumble as he grins.

“It just tastes better when it comes from you.”

You fail to find something to reply, brain deep in a fog of confusing feelings. It hurts your mind, all this confusion, and the way he perpetually puts you in this state, not bothered in the slightest. And in these times, you can just sit in silence, fighting with yourself to stop being like that, like a dumb teenager in love for the first time – overthinking everything, blurring lines that shouldn’t be blurred, unable to stop a blooming heart from beating like crazy. But these blue eyes are seeing you; your unusual silence, and your eyes staring at the distance, in search for answers.

After a while, the car stops. You haven’t noticed that you are uphill, near a viewpoint that gives you an unprecedented sight of the city at night. You’re taken out of your thoughts when Daiki’s voice resonates in the car, telling you to get out. And you do, looking around you like a lost puppy, before noticing the blanket laid in front of his car, the drinks and snacks carefully displayed on it. And it occurs to you, at this very instant, that there is something undeniably romantic with the situation.

“You can stand there all you want, but you’d look less stupid sitting next to me” his deep voice nags at you.

“Do you do that with everyone?” you ask as you sit down.

“Huh? Do you mean the night drives?”

You raise your shoulders. You aren’t sure what you really mean by that question, let alone what answer you’re hoping to hear. But it’s easier for you to go along with the way he’s interpreted the question than making a fool of yourself and admitting that you don’t even know what you are asking.

“Not really” he says, opening a bottle for you and himself, “I mean I took Satsuki on a night drive once, but it wasn’t that fun. Girl was snoring after fifteen minutes of driving.”

He scoffs, then takes a gulp. You sit in silence, though your thoughts aren’t so quiet. You feel stupidly jealous, but it’s always Satsuki, isn’t it? She’s been by his side longer, after all.

“I’d imagine you’d enjoy something like that with her, though” you think out loud.

Daiki raises an eyebrow in your direction, not quite sure what you’re implying.

“Satsuki? Eh, she’s cool of course but you know…”

“Why do you always talk about her like that?” you look at him, “she’s literally the best girl out there. She’s pretty, and nice, and she’s so patient with you, it’s sometimes beyond me.”

“Do you expect me to date her?”

The question is so nonchalantly asked, but you can feel your heart tighten in your chest.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you did” you reply in all honesty.

You deviate your gaze to the view before you. The lights that you were previously in awe in front of, are now almost blinding.

“What kind of shit is going on in that pretty head of yours, huh?”

His fingers reach to your chin, turning your face in his direction. His usually bored eyes are incredibly serious, for once; it’s almost in contrast with the softness of his touch.

“I wouldn’t date Satsuki in a million years, because I like you” he bluntly declares.

His words ring in your ears like a weird noise, till you finally make sense of them. And at this moment, all your confusion, all your thoughts, all your feelings take flame, setting your entire body and mind on fire.

“You… do?” you manage to voice out.

“Am I not obvious?”

He chuckles, hand living your chin to grab his bottle from which he takes another sip. Your eyes are big, like a deer caught in headlights.

“I figured you were teasing me” you confessed, suddenly realizing how stupid you may sound now that you know what you know.

“There’s that too, but I thought we had a thing going on” he admits, “it’s fun seeing you get all flustered, regardless.”

“So you like me, for real for real?”

“Yeah, dummy, in what language should I speak for you to understand?”

You reply with a hit on his shoulder, before burying your face in your hands. Daiki is really good at making you feel like that, you reflect as you feel weirdly hot despite the chill breeze blowing in your direction.

“Is this a date, then?” you ask.

“Well…” he sighs. “I thought it was but apparently, you didn’t.”

“It’s just that I was missing circumstantial clues and…”

But before you get to justify yourself, Daiki is quick to shush you, grabbing your face once again but with more force this time.

“Listen, we can debate on this the whole night or you can tell me right now how you feel. It’s up to you.”

There’s something new in his tone, something you aren’t used to. He is not playful like he usually is, or irritatingly nonchalant. It’s almost desperate, like not knowing if you reciprocate his feelings is something that he fears. The lights reflect on his skin, enough to let you see the way he looks at you, in need for an answer. And you figure that it’d be torturous to not give him one, even though saying those words would come to admit that you’ve been in denial all along.

“I do like you, Daiki.”

The following seconds are unbearable. You can only wish for a reaction – anything that will assure you that all of this is real. So you wait in pain for him to do something or say something. It starts with his gaze softening, and his grip on your face becoming more of a caress. And then it’s the familiar heat of his body – the one you feel every time he hugs you. And finally, it’s something new, that deep inside you’ve always wanted to experience, although you’ve tried to deny it under false pretence of “irrational thoughts” and “absurd theories”.

Daiki’s lips, sweet and smooth, against yours. A kiss that makes everything you’ve been unsure of a certainty. A kiss to which you reply with all your heart, finally being honest with yourself and with him. It sweeps you away, and you cling to the boy’s chest like you fear that he’ll disappear. But when your lips separate and your eyes meet his, he’s right here. And he has no intention of going elsewhere or be with anyone else.

“Are you going to still call me a dumbass now?” he asks against your lips.

“Oh come on Daiki, doesn’t matter if you’re the love of my life, you’ll always be a dummy.”

“Says the one who had no idea what a night drive was before.”

#also sorry for taking sm time life has been crazy lately #i really like writing this #bsf!aomine brings me life you can't imagine <3 #i hope you love it <3 #knb #aomine daiki #knb x reader #aomine x reader #knb fluff #aomine fluff #kuroko no basuke

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8aji · 2 years

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the ask game is such a cute idea! okay so

character: tsukki bc ik you love him

and random word: charging

prompt enemies to lovers! tsukishima kei x reader where you try to rile each other up for whatever reason you can find; today? the power outlet at the library.

send me a character and the randomest, first word you think of and ill write a prompt based on it! (i may write a lil blurb based on it as well!)

“What percentage is it at?”

“Low.”

Silence. Only the sound of aggressive typing, book pages being turned with such despair the fragile paper was under a constant threat of being ripped, and muffled groans of pain, filled the library—It was exam week after all—but other than that, nothing. You didn’t know if you wanted to scream at his seemingly condescending tone, though to be fair, you knew how he acted whenever you asked for anything, or existed too close to him, the mutual feelings of ugh for each other well known, so you asking to use the outlet was basically an act of self-sabotage.

“It’s about to die, Can I, please, use the outlet?”

“No,” he sighed, shaking his head, pretend to be bother by your presence but secretly enjoying it. “I’m charging my phone”

Silence, again, and this time you could clearly see the SLIVER of a smirk graze his stupidly hydrated lips, and despite his glasses blocking your view of his eyes, you’re sure they were shaped like slight crescent moons, shimmering all pretty, just like they do every time you have an unpleasant encounter and he manages to get the upper hand. Infuriating, You’re sure he’s doing it on purpose, holding the outlet hostage so you had to beg for it, but you wouldn’t falter, you’ll never falter around Tsukishima Kei.

And now, you aren’t nosy per se, curious? Maybe curious, but definitely not nosy. Curious and incredibly smart, very ingenious if you may, which meant you didn’t hesitate side-eying his phone screen the when a flurry of messages lit up his phone. What you saw almost made you gasp.

“Its fully charged”

“Huh, I didn’t realise.”

And yet he didn’t unplug his stupid charger, he just continued writing away on his laptop, likely trying to reduce the words on his stupid essay because he’s stupid and always writes way past the maximum word count, and you know this because…?

“Can’t you just unplug it?”

“Just use another one.” He sighed, letting his head rest against the back of his chair. He was getting annoyed, at you nonetheless; good.

“Can’t, all of them are occupied”

“That’s impossible—”

“Its exams week,” you pressed, “everyone’s basically camping out at the library.”

“Then ask someone else?”

Twirling the thought in your head, sliding it side to side like a marble, you could hear it clink against your skull. Suppressing the Cheshire smile threatening to split your lips, you let out an overtly exaggerated sigh, slumping your shoulders forward just a bit, enough for him to notice.

“Okay.”

He had to do a double take, watching as your very pretty hands rolled up your charger.

“What?”

“Yeah if you wont give it up, I’ll ask someone else.” You brushed him off, taking your time putting your laptop and books back into your bag, those that you had prematurely taken out when you thought he’d give up his place easily.

“Wait!” He exclaimed. He almost knocked down his water bottle with how fast he stood up, making you jump in surprise. The noise only made him want to curl up into himself as the other students started shushing him; he hadn’t realised he spoke that loudly. He cleared his throat, feeling warmth creep up his neck and cheeks, he tried to play it off by adjusting his now crooked glasses. “I mean, yeah, you can have it,” he couldn’t help but look to the side as your eyes met, he couldn’t hide behind the lenses anymore. “I was going anyway, I don’t care.”

#tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x reader #ask away!

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lukkabloom · 2 months

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Fun facts abt residents & castle trio according to Ikevamp Radio (ヴァンなま) Part 6

Episode 23: It's backkk!!

(I decided to put timestamps so ppl can watch/skip certain sections if they want to)

So apparently Morishi has officially taken over Makki’s role as MC as Makki is nowhere to be found haha.

Anyways we literally have 3 special guests in this video Horie Kazuma (Comte’s VA), Kamio Shinichiro (Faust’s VA), and Kijima Ryuichi (Charles’s VA) bc they’re celebrating Comte’s JP route release & the start of Act 2 of the game

Kijima & Morishi gives off the same vibes lol

Morishi introduces Faust’s character profile. The four start talking abt how if there was a person like Faust irl, they would not want to be friends w him even when he is good-looking

(38:00) There’s a new (?) segment called “Faust & Charles, What would you do?” where you (MC) are placed alone w Charles/Faust in a certain situation, and then the VAs will say the line out

The situation for Faust’s is… “you are falsely accused of stealing an art piece in a museum and are feeling down. Watching you, Faust says something to you. What does he say?” the options that the audience votes for are 1. “If you are feeling guilty for your crimes, I’ll listen to what you have to say… Haha, I’m kidding. If you continue to look so down, I’ll bully you even more” 2. “I know that you are innocent, but your struggling expression is nice, too” 3. “It’s cheap! It’s cheap! The tuna’s cheap! Miss, if you have time to contemplate, go buy our tuna!” If the people can vote on the correct answer, the VA will say the line, but if they choose the wrong line, Horie will say the line instead (not as Comte but as a random dude)

(41:20) Option 2 was chosen, and it was not the correct, so Horie said funnily lol. Kamio says that the viewers are kinda dumb (baka)

(42:58) Morishi has Kamio say Faust’s line, so he says line 1 anyways

So apparently, there’s a second situation haha. Setting #2 is “It’s been around an hour deciding which glasses would fit you the most. You can’t decide which one would be the best. Faust says one thing while watching you struggle. What does he say?”

The options are 1. “It's cheap! It’s cheap! The squid’s cheap! What about you use the squid-ring-fries as your glasses?” 2. “What about it? It’s one possibility to match glasses with me” 3. “How long are you going to ponder on for? Your face will not change, so just be who you naturally are”

(45:34) The chosen line is… the third one!! Kamio says it yayy!!

(46:24) Onto Charles’s situation #1!! “An illness? It might be the flu… You’re not at your best and you zone out for a bit. Watching you, Charles tells you something. What does he say?” 1. “Are you okay? Here, come on my bed. Lay down, I’ll give you a hug… I’ll warm you up.” 2. “You’re sick? Then I’ll catch it for you. Get better soon” 3. “Why’re you catching a cold! If you have the time to catch a cold, you should finish making this sashimi!”

Horie will be reading the line if the audience chooses the incorrect one. (I feel like Kijima will be reading the legit one either way lol)

(48:30) The chosen one was… the first one!! Which was the correct one, therefore we get good voice lines :))

(49:13) Horie says the sashimi line haha

(49:45) Situation no 2 is “You’re eating out with Charles. You casually say ‘What really is love…?’ Replying, Charles says something. What does he say?” 1. “Hmm… I don’t really know, but is it love when I want to eat you? I don’t mind if you take a bite off of me.” 2. “What is love? Why don’t you try to find the answer… with my body.” (OMG I CANT THERES NO WAY I TYPED THAT lemme wash my hands and eyes) 3. “What is love? I don’t know. Go ask Nishino Kana or something! You wanna see me so much that you’re shaking? Then I’m shaking all year! I’m dying from the cold in the summer!” HAHAHA

(51:17) the correct answer was… answer 1!! Which was chosen as well

(51:57) Horie’s version AHHAHAHH he says line 3 he’s so funny

We get more lines from the two VAs since we got them correct (ignoring the mistake on Faust’s first one) (53:02) Faust says “Hmm? You have good instincts. I’m more curious about you. I’ll adore you like a guinea pig, so just roll around on my palm.” (53:57) Charles’s line “I had a feeling you were able to understand me. From now on, let’s spend a lot of time together. And then… you can love me even more”

(58:39) “I love yu” segment woooo. It’s a conversation between Faust and Charles, so no Sebas or Comte. (Wait they have baths at the castle?? Why am I surprised at this point)

Charles: “Doctor~ Would you like me to wash your back?” Faust: “I’ll be leaving” Charles: “Wait! Wait! Since we're together, let’s hang out.” Faust: “...How many times have you done that when I’ve been bathing? There are others who are willing to spend the night with you or hang out with.”

Charles: “Sigh, I had a feeling you were going to say that, so I’ve hidden the Doctor's clothes. If you leave the bath, you’ll be out naked” Faust: “Doing something without my permission… Well, the only people living here are men, so a single towel would do. I’ll be leaving.”

Charles: “Wait! I got a message from Lord Vlad. He said ‘It’s the first time this castle’s bath-situation will be released. Be nice to the young ladies across the screen’” (So Vlad’s like Sebas that he can break the 4th wall… hmmmm) Faust: “‘the ladies across the screen?’ Oh, so that’s what that means. That old goat has finally gone senile, hasn’t he?” (the way Faust calls Vlad an old goat “じじい” is way ruder than I thought he says in Eng) Charles: “Kings are a bit different than us, so I don’t know what he’s saying either.”

Faust: “By the way, Charles, I smell a hint of blood on you. Did you attack someone today?” Charles: “I didn’t attack them! I just bit them and made them feel good.” Faust: “to feed off of them as an act of service…” Charles: “To me, that’s the same thing as an act of love. When do you feed off others, Doctor?” Faust: “When I feel like it, I’ll look for an opening and bite. That’s all. If they have interesting traits, then more the reason” (“interesting traits” may not be a good translation. Faust said 捕食対象 which is like traits of prey, kind of?? A bit difficult to translate)

Charles: “I’m curious what kind of person the Doctor's attracted to…”

Charles wants Faust to flirt w the audience or else he’ll sell Faust’s clothes out (Charles doesn’t know there’s an audience he just says ‘there’s someone out there that might be interested’) they say their lines (1:02:25) Faust & (1:02:57) Charles

Charles asks Faust if his glasses don’t cloud over the bath. Faust: “that’s a taboo question”

(1:09:20) Kamio: “Are you guys stupid??” LMAO when the audience doesn’t get the answer right

(1:22:44)”I love yu” segment w Comte & Sebas! The theme of today’s episode is “Teach me Comte! Secrets of an adult!”

Sebas: “Hmmm… I thought I heard a conversation from another bath that was not ours… Was that my imagination?” Comte: “You’re spacing out. Is something the matter, Sebas?” Sebas: “Right, I’m sharing a celebratory bath with Comte today, but to think I’ve been wondering about other people’s bathing situations…”

Comte: “Celebratory? Is there something worth celebrating?” Sebas: “Of course there is! Congratulations on your route release, Comte.” *clap, clap*

Comte: “Route release? That’s an unusual word. What do you mean by that?” Sebas: “What are you joking about? You were happy when we were celebrating the other’s route release! Finally, the Comte’s secret is to be revealed, and I’m so dyungyun excited.”

Comte: “Was there ever so much excitement concerning myself?” Sebas: “Yes, yes. Your past, for example.” Comte: “Born a noble, grown as a noble” Sebas: “Your relation with the pureblood, for example” Comte: “Oh, Vlad, right? He is an old acquaintance of mine.” Sebas: “Your previous relationships, for example” Comte: “Haha. Relationships, huh? A past lover once or twice. Something everyone is familiar with”

Sebas: “It’s as if you’re answering, but we’re not gaining any information, Comte. This just makes me more curious about your route”

Comte: “My past aside, I want to cherish the time that we spend in the mansion.” Sebas: “Of course. It’s not the mansion without you, Comte. Moments of kindness, moments of strictness, not forgetting the punishments on the residents when they’ve done something bad. What you would expect from the mansion’s papa.” Comte: “Haha. It’s not like I was planning to become a papa. The residents are filled with those who have strong characters.” Sebas: “They are unique, you can say. However, there are other moments where you show your ‘papa-ness’”

Comte: “Like when, for example?” Sebas: “According to my observations, when you send her a mountain of dresses and you’re caring for her, your ‘papa-ness’ is at its max” Comte: “I-is that so? I’m the one who brought her here to the 19th century. It bothers me sometimes. But being called a ‘papa’ gets me.”

(1:27:35) Sebas’s line (1:28:14) Comte’s line (i usually dont translate these lines cuz they’re so long sorry)

(1:29:10) Sebas calls Comte an “adult celebrity”

Another new segment called “Butler Skill: Improvement Lesson” where everyone will practice certain skills, which in this episode, is improving the skill of drawing. Morishi will draw Horie, Horie will draw Kijima, Kijima will draw Kamio, and Kamio will draw Morishi. They will try to draw each other as cute as possible. Presents each other’s drawings at (1:32:47)

Good night voices start at (1:43:35) with Sebas, Comte, Faust, and Charles in this order

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp radio #ikevamp sebastian #ikevamp charles #ikevamp comte #ikevamp faust #rough translation #lukka talks

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theoreticslut · 2 years

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「 to new love 」

fred weasley x fem reader

summary: you should have bit your tongue, but luckily your best friend is willing to help you out of a hole you dug for yourself.

requested: written for @onlyfreds’ 1k writing challenge!

word count: 4.2k

warnings: marriage/wedding, brief mention of alcohol, mutual pining, pet names (princess, darling, baby, pretty baby), bed sharing, love confessions, heavy use of physical touch

a/n: ahhhh! not gonna lie, it’s been a hot minute since i’ve written anything for fred - which is weird bc i was writing a ton for him at one point. anyways, here’s a cute little wedding-set fic with the tropes ‘fake dating,’ ‘only one bed,’ & the prompt ‘are you even listening to me?’ i will admit this is also a college au, and a slight modern au fic, but it is what it is. it works, so hopefully you all enjoy it! Xx

If you could go back three months in time and slap yourself, you would. If you just hadn’t said anything when your cousin was going on about it ‘being okay that you’ve never dated…even though you’re 21,’ you wouldn’t be in this position.

You wouldn’t be sitting here in one of the many lounges on campus, leg bouncing as you chew on your bottom lip. You certainly wouldn’t be sitting here entertaining the idea of simply finding a fake boyfriend for the weekend.

Too lost in your worries and trying to find a solution, you completely forget that you’re sitting with your best friend. That is until you hear your special nickname. The one only he is allowed to call you - princess.

Looking up at him, all you can do is hum, eyebrows raised as you try to recall what he said, but unfortunately the words completely fail you. You hadn’t been paying attention in the slightest.

“I said that you’re going to chew your lip off if you keep doing that.” Fred chuckles, shaking his head as you duck your head slightly.

“What’re you thinking so hard about anyways?”

“Nothing. I just…I said something really dumb a few months ago and it’s biting me in the ass. Violently.” You sigh, frowning as you bounce the pen you’ve been holding between your thumb and forefinger.

How could you have been so stupid? Was it not embarrassing enough to not have a boyfriend already? Did you really need to add to it by agreeing to bring the boyfriend you don’t have to the wedding as your date?

“It can’t be that bad. We all say stupid shit, princess.”

“Have you ever told your family you’d bring your boyfriend - that you don’t have - to a wedding?” You counter, positive he’s never said anything quite that stupid.

“Well, considering I’m into girls…no.”

You can’t help but groan as Fred jokes, laughing with a wide smile as you roll your eyes.

“This isn’t funny, Freddie! The wedding is this weekend and I couldn’t be more single if I tried.”

“Do you think I’d be able to get one of those, like, male escorts on such short notice?” You question, completely serious as you think of anything you can do to save yourself the embarrassment of showing up to the wedding solo.

“I’m not even sure they have anything like that around here, darling.”

“They don’t have to be local. As long as they’re willing to travel, I’ll take them.”

“You’re serious?! I thought you were joking. You’d really hire some stranger online to play your boyfriend for the weekend?”

You nod, shrugging your shoulders. If that’s what it takes, then yeah. You’d do it.

Watching you, all Fred can do is half laugh, half scoff as he shakes his head. He can’t believe you’d actually hire a stranger instead of admitting you’re single - even if you made up some excuse for it like you and said boyfriend recently broke up.

Fred hasn’t known you terribly long, only since you met in an intro class about a year and a half ago after you transferred here. However, he has learned in that relatively short time that you wouldn’t be freaking out if the issue wasn’t important to you in some way or another.

“Save yourself the money, princess. If you’re really that desperate for a plus one, I’ll go.” He huffs out a little chuckle, smiling nonchalantly as he pretends to focus on the book he’d been reading for class.

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah. I mean, what’s a weekend away from campus with wedding cake if not a small piece of heaven?”

“You realize you’d be my boyfriend for the weekend, right? Like we’d have to act like a couple?”

“Yeah? Can’t be that hard. We are friends, aren’t we?”

“Well, yeah, but…Fred we’d have to like…kiss, and hold hands, and whatnot. You’re okay with that?” You question, not sure he knows what he’s signing up for.

You’re not against him being your faux boyfriend, but you need to make sure he’s okay with it all. Sure, you’d have to try harder than normal to keep your feelings for the redhead hidden, but it’s only three days. You’re sure you can manage.

“If it’ll make this weekend easier for you, then yeah. I mean, we’ve held hands before, and it’s not like we’d be the first friends to kiss.”

“I guess…” you mumble, brows furrowed as you try to imagine kissing Fred.

Although it’s rather easy to picture kissing him, it’s hard to picture it being just a favour for the weekend. You don’t think you could kiss him with no feelings attached, which makes your stomach flip. It would be easier, and probably more comfortable, if Fred played your boyfriend though, the potential mess of emotions be damned.

“Alright. If you’re sure, then let’s do it. Let’s be a couple for the weekend, Freddie.”

~.~

You can’t help but tap your fingers, rather vigorously, against the steering wheel as Queen plays through the radio. It’s been about three hours since you and Fred got on the road, and every mile that you get closer, the more nauseous you get.

This needs to work. You need your family to believe that you and Fred are dating, and have been for some time.

“Take a breath, princess. You look like you’re going to be sick.”

“I just might.” You retort as your stomach thrashes with nerves.

“Do you really think they’ll believe us? Like, maybe we should go over our story?”

“I think we’ll be fine, princess, but if it’ll help calm you down, then sure. Let’s go over our story.” Fred smiles, placing a hand on your thigh to comfort you.

His touch does help to comfort you, especially when he starts rubbing his thumb over your clothed skin, but it also happens to make your stomach flip more. Not to mention that his touch makes your heart beat wildly.

You rarely admit it to yourself, and even less so to anyone else, but you do have a crush on your best friend. A massive, ‘I want to hold you and kiss you and do what other couples do’ crush. How cliche is that?

It’s not like you can help it though. He’s insanely attractive, and he’s got an alluring personality. Not only is he kind, and funny, and considerate, but he knows how to be fun while still taking things seriously. He makes you feel at home in a place that couldn’t be farther from one, and even then it’s the thought of him that makes you feel at home in your childhood house.

“Yeah? Alright, uh, where do we start? Should we go over how we met, or?”

“You know that we don’t need some elaborate lie, right? We can use some of our actual friendship as the basis of this fake relationship.”

“I know that.”

“Do you? Tell me then, how did we meet, princess?”

“You sat next to me in Cognition.”

“Good. Do you remember how we started talking?”

“How could I forget, Fred? You asked me for a pen and then proceeded to flirt with me.” You laugh, shaking your head at the absurd idea of you ever forgetting that.

There you were, sitting in class and already anxious because you were afraid of not making friends, when this breath-taking redhead sat next to you. You could tell how attractive he was with a single glance, and that only made you more anxious. Talking to those you found attractive has always been hard for you, but luckily he made the first move.

“Yeah, but it made you laugh, did it not? I swear to god, I could feel how anxious you were as soon as I sat down.”

“Surprisingly, it did. I’m still not sure how I got the courage to talk to you.”

“However you did it, I’m glad.”

You glance over at him as you chew on your bottom lip, finding a smile resting happily on his lips.

“Me too.” You murmur, being a hundred percent honest. Befriending Fred has been one the best decisions you’ve ever made.

“So we have how we met covered. How long have we been dating?”

“Uhm, well it’s been four months since I told my cousin I had a boyfriend…”

“…and I’d made it sound like I had been with someone for a little while before I told her so…I don’t know? Five or six months?” You suggest, cocking a brow at Fred for his opinion.

“Let’s say six months then. That way it lines up with when we went ice skating together. You remember that?”

“Yeah. You’d ask me to open skate - which I sucked at, by the way. Afterwards we went out to McDonald’s and sat in the parking lot eating and talking for, god, seems like hours.”

“Mhm. You shared a lot about your family that night, and even some of your deepest thoughts.”

“I did, and you didn’t make me feel silly or less than for them.”

“I never once even thought about doing so.” He comments, patting his hand against your thigh gently.

“I really appreciate it.” You murmur, feeling your cheeks warm up slightly as you keep your focus on the road, too afraid to look over at him.

In your peripheral, though, you catch him smiling and nodding as he squeezes your thigh to let you know he heard you.

~.~

The wedding is in an hour and you still don’t feel ready. Aside from sleeping in later than you had wanted, you don’t feel comfortable or pretty in the slightest. On top of it all, though, you feel your heart racing as your entire being feels jittery - your nerves ravaging your mind and body.

“How’re you doing in there, princess? We should probably be leaving soon, yeah?”

“Yeah. Yeah, we should. I just…” you trail off mid sentence as you click your tongue, walking out into the shared room.

“Does this look okay?”

At your question you feel Fred look up at you from the bed the two of you shared even as you stare at your reflection in the hallway mirror.

A moment seems to pass without a response, which makes your heart race even more. You should have brought a second option, but you decided against it.

“Fred? It looks awful, doesn’t it?”

“No…no. You look, you look amazing, y/n.” Fred murmurs, and you finally take a moment to look at him.

He seems completely enamored with your appearance, which warms your cheeks and chest ever so slightly. You’ve never been one that boys look at, or at least you’ve never been one to notice if guys look at you. With the way Fred’s eyes carefully trail down your body, though, it’s hard to miss his adoration-tinged shock.

“Really? Well, uh, thank you.” You softly reply, your cheeks burning as you shy away from his gaze.

“We should get going then. I figure if we get there a bit early we can hopefully find a decent seat.”

As you talk you start to bounce throughout the room as you grab everything you need - last minute jewelry, perfume, phone, keys, etc.

“I’m pretty sure the wedding is only supposed to last like a half hour, but then there’s the reception which is a little bit of a drive.”

“They’ll be having a little cocktail hour with some snacks before things really get started, though. Oh! I need their gift. Is that still in the car?” You question, pausing your pacing as you look at Fred.

“Are you even listening to me, Freddie?”

“Hmm? Yeah. ‘Course I am.”

You can’t help but sigh lightly as you shake your head with a soft smile. You’re 95% sure he hasn’t heard a word you spoke since asking about your appearance. He was far too blank-faced and hazy-eyed to have been paying attention.

“Is their wedding gift still in the car?” You reiterate, deciding against teasing him for being distracted.

In all honesty, the fact that he was distracted by you makes you feel giddy. Maybe there’s a chance that you’re not the only one in this friendship that has feelings. Not that you actually believe there is such a chance, but it’s a nice thought.

“Yeah. I left it on the back floorboard where you had set it.”

“Okay. Let’s go then, yeah? Time to try to fool my family.”

Fred nods, smiling as he gets up from the bed, adjusting his dress pants and button down shirt. He even finished off his outfit with a tie, which you have to admit really brings it all together. He looks good. So good that you’re not sure how you’re going to pretend that the fawning you’re sure to do is simply an act.

Regardless, you don’t let yourself worry about it as Fred wraps his arm through yours, making you giggle as he leads you out of the hotel room. This - “dating” your best friend - is definitely better than hiring some stranger online.

~.~

“Y/n! I’m glad you could make it.”

You smile as your cousin comes up to where you and Fred are standing by the bar, a smile on her face as she hugs you. Even though you had dug yourself a hole for this event, you have to admit it is a rather wonderful evening. It’s even better to see her so happy, though.

“You knew I would. I wouldn’t dream of missing this.”

“I know, but it’s still nice to see you.”

“It is. Feels like we only really see each other at big family events like this. I’m so happy for you though. The ceremony was beautiful.” You smile, fidgeting with your fingers holding your champagne flute.

Fred notices you getting anxious, so he brings his hand up to rest on your waist in a small act of comfort. It definitely helps, especially when he gently rubs his thumb in small circles over your dress. You’ll never be able to thank him enough for this weekend, nor will you ever be able to convince yourself that this is all just an act.

“Thank you. I’m glad it wasn’t too long or anything.” she smiles and you nod.

“Definitely. It was nice. Perfectly short and sweet.”

“Kinda like you, huh?” Fred murmurs, leaning in so only you can hear him.

You can’t help the shy smile and warmth that settles on your face, chewing on your lip as a means to keep yourself in check. Although it makes complete sense for him to act flirty with you, for some reason your mind completely skipped that thought meaning you were, woefully, unprepared for such words and the way they’d affect you. If you make it out of this weekend alive, it will truthfully be a miracle.

“Oh, uhm, y/c/n this is Fred. Fred, y/c/n.” You introduce the two, Fred holding a hand out to greet her as she smiles.

“Nice to meet you, Fred.”

“You know, y/n, I hate to say I didn’t actually believe you at first, but you two…you’re cute together. I’m glad you’ve found someone to make you happy.”

“Thank you. He, uhm, he does make me really happy.” You stammer, feeling your heart skip a beat as you look up at the redhead to find him already looking at you.

“I’m glad. You deserve it.”

You nod, smiling a little wider as you turn your attention back to your cousin, trying to ignore the heavy weight settling on your chest that makes it hard to breathe.

This isn’t real. You’re lying to everyone, including yourself and Fred. Fred believes that all of this - your words, behaviour, everything - is simply for show, but it’s not faked in the slightest. You like, maybe even love, him at this point. There’s no way you can easily go back to just being friends after this. Not when you have a taste of what it’d be like to be his girlfriend, for real.

~.~

“Are you getting tired, princess?” Fred murmurs, his breath warm against your skin while his hands sit around your waist as the two of you dance to a slow song.

It’s been hours now since the wedding, and although it’s been fun, you’re exhausted. The two of you have done more than your fair share of dancing. On its own, dancing is tiring, but you’ve done all of it in heels. You could easily pass out in bed right now.

“A bit.”

“Just a bit?” He teases, a smile settling on his lips as he chuckles, watching as you roll your eyes with the tiniest smile on your lips.

“I think it’s time we get back to the hotel. What do you say?”

All you can manage is a hum and slight nod of your head in response, drawing a soft chuckle from Fred as he helps support your weight. He’s seen you tired before, and while he has always found it endearing, being the one you rely on in your exhaustion is an entirely different feeling.

It’s difficult to explain, but it’s almost like his heart is inflating far past its limits. It’s hard to breathe steadily. It’s nearly impossible to wipe a smile off his lips. Not to mention the fact that he just wants to hold you and never let go.

“We gotta say our goodbyes first, Freddie.” you inform, absentmindedly sighing at the thought of having to do anything else.

“Then let’s do that, yeah? You’re exhausted, darling.”

You can’t suppress the smile that quirks your lips at the pet name, but you can’t manage to say anything. Instead, you work on mustering up any energy you have left to be able to say goodbye to those of your family that remain at the reception.

As soon as you’re done wishing everyone goodnight, Fred helps you out to the car, wrapping an arm tightly around your waist. He’s honestly been the perfect boyfriend today, and you desperately wish you could just keep this going. Do you really have to stop pretending to be in a relationship after tonight?

“You’re thinking awful hard over there, princess.” Fred points out as he drives through the city towards your hotel.

“Am I?” You tease, drawing a smile to Fred’s lips.

“Mhm. Wanna share what’s on your mind?”

“Just been thinking of today, Freddie. Thank you. For doing all of this, I mean.”

“Of course, princess. You’re my best friend. I could never leave you hanging in times of need.”

“I still appreciate it, though. I truly don’t know how to thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve already got some ideas for you.” He mumbles, a smile evident in his voice.

“Yeah? What would those be?”

At your question, all Fred can do is smile, which makes you smile but leaves you confused all the same.

~.~

“I don’t wanna change, Fred. I’m so tired.” You nearly whine in reply to his suggestion as he taps your leg that’s hanging off the bed.

“You’ll sleep better if you do, though, princess. If you’re so tired, I can help you?”

“Would you?”

“Mhm. Long as you’re okay with it.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay with it, Fred. ‘M so tired. Don’t wanna move.”

“I know, princess. It’s okay. Just gotta tell me where your things are.” Fred coaxes, pushing some hair out of your face.

“In my bag on the desk.”

You watch him nod, a soft smile on his lips as he gets up to grab your pajamas. As he digs around, you gather just enough energy to push yourself up from the bed so you can shuffle to the bathroom. Although it really doesn’t faze you, you figure it’d be better if you took your makeup off and undid your hair instead of sleeping in it all.

“You alright, darling? You disappeared on me.” Fred questions, leaning on the bathroom door frame as he watches you in the mirror.

“Mhm. Jus’ taking my makeup off, Freddie.”

“Alright, baby. I’ve got your pajamas right here when you’re ready.”

You nod, the traces of a smile on your lips as you watch Fred through the mirror as well. He takes a moment to watch you as you wipe at your eyes, but then he’s moving to stand behind you, snaking his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“You’re really quite beautiful, you know that?” He murmurs, his eyes still on your reflection.

Humming, you go to shake your head but he stops you before you can. Squeezing you in his arms, he turns his head to bury his face in your neck.

You can feel his breath against your skin, and for a moment it feels like he wants to kiss your neck, but he never does. Instead he turns his head to look at you in the mirror again.

“You are. Never say it because I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but you are.”

“You’re beautiful all dolled up like this, but you’re beautiful in sweats and a messy bun as you sit in class, too. You’re just…really pretty, darling. A pretty baby.” He sighs, meeting your eyes through the mirror, holding your gaze for a moment as you study him.

He’s never this soft and vulnerable with you, but you’re not complaining. It might make your heart race inside your chest, but you don’t mind one bit, not when this is exactly what you’ve been wanting for nearly a year now.

“The wedding’s over, you know. You don’t have to be so sweet on me, Freddie.” You mumble, not really wanting to break whatever this moment is, but you find it hard to let yourself fall into any unnecessary sweet talk in case he’s still just playing. You can’t handle getting your heart broken by your own hands.

“What if I want to be sweet on you?”

“Then I guess I can’t stop you.”

“Good, because I don’t wanna stop. Not yet.” he murmurs, arms still wrapped tightly around your waist as he watches you through the mirror.

You’re almost afraid that he can read each and every one of your emotions, but if he can, he doesn’t say anything.

“You wanna get changed now?”

“Yeah…Can you, can you undo my dress? It was such a bitch to get on.” You huff, making him chuckle as he nods, a wide smile on his face.

“‘Course, princess. Move your hair f’me.”

There’s no stopping the shiver that runs through your spine as Fred unzips your dress, carefully pushing the straps down your shoulders as you try to keep your breasts covered, having forgone a traditional bra for the day.

Fred helps you pull your sleep shirt over your head, assisting you in getting your arms through the holes as you hold your dress up. The last thing you want to do is flash Fred right now.

Within a few minutes, though, you’re out of your dress and in your pajamas, slowly trudging your way to the bed as Fred changes his clothes.

Although you and Fred shared the double bed last night, something feels different tonight as you wait for him to crawl under the covers. Maybe it’s the way he’s still acting so sweet on you, but maybe it’s your own wish to not yet stop this act. Whatever it may be, it makes your palms sweat and body jitter.

“You’re not sleeping yet? Thought you’d be passed out by now.” Fred comments as he makes his way to the bed, turning off lights as he goes.

“Were you waiting for me, princess?”

“Not really. Just trying to get comfy.” You mumble, not necessarily lying as you watch him climb into bed, pulling the covers over himself after getting comfortable.

Facing you, you watch as a little smile sits on his lips, his eyes seeming to scan your face. What he’s looking for, though - if he’s even looking for anything to begin with - is past you.

“Can I tell you something, princess?”

“Mhm.”

“I like you.” He admits, voice soft as the two of you nearly stare into each other’s eyes.

“You…like me?”

“Mhm. Have for a while.”

“Truthfully, the entire reason I offered to be your boyfriend for the weekend was so I could pretend you were mine for a day. Is that bad?” he questions, searching your eyes for any sort of answer.

“Can I tell you something?”

“‘Course, darling.”

“I like you too. Have for a while.” You murmur, smiling as you copy his words while a heat creeps up and over the apples of your cheeks.

At your admission, a smile grows on Fred’s face before he’s wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. A small shriek leaving your body as he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead with little hesitation.

Without it being explicitly said, you know that you’re his, just as much as he is now yours. Truthfully, this is the last thing you expected of this weekend. Out of all the possibilities you pictured, not one included Fred admitting his feelings for you. Sure, it may have been a daydream, but you never thought there was a chance of it happening.

It’s a little ironic how it took a wedding for the two of you to take that first step, but maybe someday down the road you won’t simply be attending a wedding as a fake couple, but rather as bride and groom.

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hi asking about ur Gross wip in the hopes that the song fic title is from the song i know that is titled “Gross” also 👀

if you are thinking penelope scott’s gross then you are thinking correct lol. kind of hoping you are - that song is one of my personal favorites hehe. kinda sad if it is - the original idea got warped into something WAY more fluffy than gross is, but never fear bc that song will return with its intended angst wether i have to force myself to write it or not.

anyways, you probably won’t have toooo much interest in it, seeing as it isn’t for sp. it’s a one piece (live action bc i love them) fanfic, because i am a liar and a fandom hopping fraud. I was scrolling through my yt shorts one day and stumbled upon that one “you dated brutal dictator of Nicaragua?!” meme and my brain went: “oh. i can do something with this. Small snippet under the cut ;P

REMINDER THAT THIS IS A WIP AND A ROUGH DRAFT AND THAT I KINDA SUCK AT WRITING OK OK GOOD NOW PROCEED WITH CAUTION

Sanji is washing the dishes, the rest of the crew sitting at the dining table conversing. He flits in and out of the conversation, adding bits here and there as he continues his task. The day is peaceful, and Sanji feels at rest.

Nami sits, legs crossed over the top of the chair next to her - Zoro’s - with the newspaper propped into her lap. Zoro sits in his chair, slouching against it and looking mildly annoyed at Nami’s legs at the back of his chair but not saying a word about it. Across the table is Usopp, tinkering on seas knows what, and Luffy, content in gnawing through a bundle of fish jerky Sanji made earlier that morning.

The breeze is light, floating through the open windows and door. The sunshine shines brightly through into the galley, and with the crew this docile together it’s, well… peaceful, like he’s said before.

Of course, that’s when they decide to throw the conversat into a depth Sanji is thoroughly avoiding, and has been since six months after… that.

“Usopp, how long were you and Kaya together?” Luffy asks, interrupting Usopp’s story - one about Kaya, and those were the closest you can get to the truth from him.

Usopp pauses at the words, face going slightly red as he sputters out a reply.

“W-Well, Luffy, the great captain Usopp speaks not of the mountains of women he’s conquered! It is not befitting to-“

“They weren’t together,” Nami says, looking at Usopp with an unsurprised look. “He’s too chicken for that.” With that, she turns her attention back to her newspaper, flipping the page and reading it off.

“Hey-!”

“Did you ever have someone like Usopp didn’t have Kaya?” Luffy asks, because the kid can’t read a room. Usopp lets out an offended noise, and Nami doesn’t even look up from the paper as she speaks next.

“Nope, no time for that.”

Luffy hums, looking over the table. He goes to speak, most likely to ask the question to Zoro, but the green-headed swordsman interrupts him.

“No, Luffy. That’s not my style. Why not ask cook?” Zoro’s tone turns from unamused to smug, and he smirks. He turns in his seat to face Sanji, who has gone back to vigorously scrubbing the plate in his hand as he hopes to be kept out of the conversation. “He’s seen the most people, he must have great stories.”

Sanji turns, sneering at Zoro, before he grabs the next plate and gets to scrubbing.

“Sanji! Tell me a story!” Luffy shouts from his spot, getting excited. Nami turns her attention from her newspaper, looking mildly intrigued. Sanji sighs.

“No. I gave you food, occupy yourself.” Sanji shouts over his shoulder, and Luffy pouts.

“C’mon, Sanji. You must have a good story for us.” Nami says, trying to bait him into it. Everyone turned to face him, Usopp and Luffy putting on their best puppy dog eyes in hopes for some entertainment. Sanji pauses his fish washing, considering before shaking his head and turning around.

“I’m sorry, Nami dearest, but there truly is nothing for me to discuss on this topic. There has been nobody of notice in that area of my life, and besides, a gentleman does not kiss and tell.” He says, using a tone of remorse. Nami quirks an eyebrow at him, face going from casual to interested.

“Was that a lie, Sanji-san?” Nami asks, face breaking out into an amused smirk.

Of fucking course the brilliant redhead would see through his lie. He sighs, admitting defeat.

“You truly are too clever for your own good, my swan.” He says, moving to the table and sitting in an empty seat. The other three males look at him with varying degrees of surprise - it is very out of character for Sanji to lie to the crew let alone Nami, a woman.

“Sanji, share!” Luffy whines, wanting to hear what could possibly be such a grandiose secret to Sanji that he’d hide it.

“Be quiet, Luffy, I’m thinking of where to start.”

“How about the beginning, curly.” Zoro says, and Sanji so wants to ring the other man’s throat for being so smug. Instead, he takes a deep breath.

“Alright,” Sanji exhales, grabbing at the pack of cigs in his pocket and the lighter sitting near them. He knows he’ll need a cigarette to get through this. “So this story starts about five years ago…”

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