#anyway it's 1am and i'm a mess

[blackjackkent]

The city is hovering on the edge between summer and autumn, and the night has just the slightest hint of a chill on the air as Hector climbs the stairs to the balcony of the Singing Lute Inn, where Karlach told him to meet her.

She's already seated at the table; he can see her fidgeting nervously as he approaches, and her head snaps up, startled, at the sound of his footsteps. Then the nerves are wiped from her face as she grins brightly.

"Hi. Hi! You made it!" she says eagerly. Leaning forward, she pushes back the chair next to her at the table; her eyes run over him from head to foot, drinking in the sight of him in this place so far from camp or combat. "You look nice," she murmurs.

Hector has been nothing but excited to come out and spend this time with her, ever since she suggested the idea - but now, to his own surprise, he feels a pleasantly warm, bashful feeling settle into his chest and realizes he is blushing a little.

Their relationship has been rather backwards and jumbled, he reflects. Months of hoping, wishing, pining after someone he could not even touch, let alone have... and then the collapse, barely over the course of a day, into passionate love - which was new enough for him, when it happened. This, a more traditional romantic moment, is perhaps even more unfamiliar to him now. But unlike so many of the things he has faced that were new and terrifying... this is new and joyful, because it is with her. He is safe, with her eyes on him, no matter what.

"So do you," he murmurs, looking back appreciatively, and he is gratified to see a similar dark flush rise in her cheeks as well at the compliment.

"Thank you," she answers with a bright smile. Shifting nervously in her seat, she picks up the menu hastily and peruses it with an intense studiousness.

"Hmm. Baldurian seafood stew. No thank you..." She peers at him over the top of the sheet. "What do you think you'll have?"

He is conscious of the surreal feeling that they are performing a play for each other, each of them trying to sort out what "acting normal" entails, with a little warm thrill as they successfully hit each beat in the scene. "The grilled rothe ribs sound good," he says with a slight smile.

She grins with an air of relief. "Just what I had in mind," she agrees. She waves eagerly at the innkeeper, a broad and rather surly orc gentleman. "Two of the rothe ribs, please," she says firmly. "And two glasses of..." She pauses, looks questioningly at Hector.

"Wine," Hector puts in, pointing at the item on the menu.

"And two glasses of wine," Karlach finishes, and nods with satisfaction.

As the bartender stalks off, she leans forward, resting her elbows on the edge of the table. Her eyes narrow, taking on a playful air as she starts to relax into the moment.

"So... you're an adventurer, right? How's that going?"

Hector grins, mildly bemused. "You've been by my side for a lot of it, you know," he points out.

She gives him an gentle nudge in the shoulder. "I know, but this is our *first date*, remember?" she says conspiratorially. "Tonight, you're a mystery to me."

His eyebrows lift in understanding, and he opens his mouth to try and answer in kind, continue the conceit of them being strangers to each other... but then he stops, and grins sheepishly. He's neither actor, liar, nor orator at the best of times, and if he is honest, he is finding the way she is looking at him... distracting.

"I'm not sure I can pretend I don't already love you," he says ruefully.

She hesitates, then laughs, shaking her head. "It's all I can do to keep my hands to myself anyway," she answers, and snorts softly. "We're terrible at this."

He reaches out, puts a hand on hers on the table, grinning at her slight discomfiture. "Want to get out of here?" he says teasingly.

Her eyes widen and her face flashes through a mix of eagerness and determination in rapid succession. "No! ...Yes-- No. We came to have a nice date, and that's what we're going to do." She crosses her arms over her chest and looks at him with a stubborn smirk. "Go on. Date me. I dare you."

Hector laughs softly. "You're right. So... erm... where did you grow up?" he tries, after a moment's thought, trying to determine what he might ask her if he had never met her before, if the scent and warmth of her were still things he had yet to experience. This is still not his strong suit - but he will make the effort if it will make her happy.

She brightens up excitedly and settles back into the moment with only a little awkwardness.

"Right here in Baldur's Gate, more or less," she says, gesturing out to the view of the city below them. "My folks are long gone now. But they raised me in the Outer City. Dad was a porter in town, mum did laundry." She smiles nostalgically. "Still think of her when I smell clean sheets. We were poorer than dirt, but my gods we had fun."

He leans back in his seat, just enjoying listening to the sound of her voice, her excitement, her happiness at being back in the city, all washing over him. He's heard some of this from her before - but not all of it. Perhaps this 'pretending to be strangers' bit has even more merit than he expected.

"What about you?" she asks him curiously.

(A/N: The three options here are "much like yours," "i don't like to talk about my past," and "I'm from baldur's gate too, I wonder if we crossed paths"; none of these are actually relevant to Hector's experience of growing up at the monastery. So we're going to skip over this line. XD )

He has told her some things about his life among the monks of Silverlight before - but fairly little about his childhood there. He finds himself starting to talk about it now, though. He has no real stories of joy and excitement like those she describes, and on some level he has started to realize just how barren his life was in these particular regards until he met her... but there were good memories too. He ends up telling her a little about the lessons he received - how he started being trained as a scribe before they discovered his fascination with the ancient tomes and texts of their historical library...

She listens with rapt fascination, just as he had listened to her, a slight, blissful smile on her face.

It's hard to say how long they sit there, caught in the conversation, trading stories back and forth; both of them have started to relax into this 'first date' conceit and Hector feels his cheeks starting to hurt from smiling. They're only interrupted by the eventual arrival of their food... which is wrong.

Two plates of seafood stew land on the table in front of them, along with the two glasses of wine. Karlach looks down at the plate with an air of some disappointment - but is met with a curse from the irritable innkeeper who stalks away when she tries to ask for a change.

Hector can see her struggling to mask the disappointment at the meal not quite going as planned, and she forces a smile back onto her face.

"Worst guy I ever met," she mutters wryly. "How about a toast?"

But, frazzled, she moves too fast, and the wine glass slips from her fingers as she goes to lift it, sending a spray of pale purple across the table - and over her lap. "Oh, SHIT," she snaps, and Hector can hear her voice crack.

Frowning, he reaches out and takes her hand in both of his. He can feel the increased heat of the engine in her palm and knows it for a sign of her agitation, and his thumbs drift over her knuckles gently, soothingly. "We can use my glass," he says mildly, and reaches to lift it between them. "To us."

He can see her relax, his voice and touch pushing away the frustration in favor of something warmer. She smiles slightly, nods agreement as he makes the toast, and her eyes track his intensely. The conceit of the first date is gone abruptly, and he sees the full depth of feeling in her eyes, everything they have built together in the months that he has been hers.

"May we live every day as if it were our last," she says softly. "'Cause you never know when your last will come." Before he can respond, she pushes up from her chair and leans across the table to press her lips against his fiercely.

As always, the oblique reference to how little time they have left makes his heart twist in his chest -- but now it is his turn to push that down and away. It has no place here. This moment is for her - for them - to feel, just for a little while, like they can say anything, do anything... like just for one night they are not trapped in the raging river of fate that is dragging them along.

Just for tonight, he thinks, and kisses her deeply, one hand sliding into her hair. Just for tonight... we have all of time ahead of us...

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It must be nearly two in the morning, he reflects vaguely sometime later, as he peers out at the curve of the moon and its position slowly descending towards the west. He's barely been aware of the passage of time; the last few hours have been some of the happiest of his life. Just like she promised... no monsters, no fights, no fears, just them, together, talking about whatever comes to mind, each sentence punctuated by a brush of fingertips against a hand or a cheek, a stolen kiss, a sip of wine...

And of course, the seafood stew, which really is dreadful, but certainly filling.

Karlach leans back in her chair with a heavy, contented sigh. "That was great," she mumbles, and flicks a glance at Hector with a slow smile. "The food and the company."

They've both had a little too much wine, really. Hector's lips have been fixed in a permanent, slightly giddy grin for at least the last hour. All the dark thoughts are far behind him now and he feels as if he is simply drifting, content to be near her, and has been forever, and will be forever still.

"Lovely having a normal evening amid the chaos..." he says quietly.

She smiles wryly. "Whatever do you mean? We're just two normal people... living normal lives... very, very normally."

But she can't maintain the facade again; her voice cracks just a little, and she reaches out abruptly, putting her hand over his on the table.

He stirs slightly, the happy buzz fading as he registers something serious and sad coming into her eyes.

"I know I can't stay forever," she says quietly. There's no attempt at jocular humor this time, no wry deflection or avoidance. Her voice is soft and flat, full of love and full of grief. "Here. With you. In fact, I feel like..." She swallows. "Like I don't have long left at all."

His face spasms with a failed effort to contain the fear that floods through him at those words. Every moment he knows it is on the horizon, and yet hearing her speak of it directly, as something looming even closer than before, feels like a dagger through his heart.

Her hand tightens around his, pulling him a little closer to her. "We've been through so much," she goes on. "And the worst is yet to come. I have every reason to feel terrified, hopeless... like giving up." She draws a breath and lets it out slowly, visibly struggling to keep composure long enough to finish speaking. "But to be here, with you, in the city I love, in this world I love so much... it's all I could really ask for."

She reaches out, cups her hand against his cheek, running her thumb along the edge of his beard. It's an affectionate gesture, of course, but it also serves to pull his face towards her, to nudge open his eyes so they meet hers squarely. "You hear me?" she says, suddenly fierce, her voice cracking again as the emotion starts to overwhelm her. "*You're* all I could ever ask for. I love you... and I know that whatever else this city will throw at us, we can handle it."

He is listening with such fervent attention that he feels a muscle start to ache in his neck. And though his instinct, whenever this topic comes up, is to recoil into grief... this time he forces himself only to listen, to let her words flow through him and strengthen him.

Maybe it will end. But it meant something. It meant everything. It will always have meant everything...

He will have that to hold onto, when the pain eventually finds him. As it will, no matter how hard he tries to look away.

"I love you too," he whispers unsteadily, looking back into her eyes, his gaze heavy with all the love he feels for her. In almost every other moment, he is so careful with what he shows, how he controls himself... but not here. There is nothing hidden, not from her.

She smiles, kisses him again, slow and deep, then rests her forehead against his. "Come on," she murmurs. "There's something I want to show you upstairs."

He has to take a moment and breathe several times before he trusts himself to speak. "What is it?" he asks.

She laughs, only a little shakily. "I rented us a room for the whole night. Just the two of us -- alone, finally."

In spite of the emotional strain of the conversation, he feels a flicker of eager warmth go all through him, and she grins at the expression on his face.

"After you," he says, and pushes himself unsteadily to his feet.

-----

He has only ever experienced their lovemaking in camp. And he had never had anything to complain of. She has always been more wonderful than he would have words to describe, no matter where they are. He wouldn't have thought to ask for more even if it had been an option.

But this... gods. A soft bed and her warmth all over him, the same hungry eagerness that has marked their previous encounters, and yet... slow.

They had claimed to each other that they were going slow, that first night back in the shadowlands - but it wasn't really. It was rushed and desperate, full of need and urgency - both from desire and from the necessary limitations of sex in a camp full of other people.

This... this is slow. They have all night, and no one to bother them, nothing to distract. He is free to take his time, explore every part of her as she explores him. And the look in her eyes as their bodies meld together is something he will never forget if he were to live to be a thousand years old.

He loves her... he loves her... he loves her... and he can feel her on the edge of slipping away from him, but he will carry this with him into the darkness when she is gone.

He loves her and he is losing her and he does not know what he will do without her.

But they have this.

They have this...

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #karlach x tav #long post #AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #ok the cute followed by the feelsy... my heart was not prepared for this scene #and this took me like two hours to write because hector is having SO MANY EMOTIONS #and so am i #i am honestly so pleased with how this conversation went because ultimately it was a simple direct speech from her that he needed to hear #he needed to hear her not laugh or brush it off or avoid the topic #and he in turn needed to give her the gift of letting her tell him what she did and let it mean something without all the baggage #also this was one of the most sweet and soft sex scenes i have ever seen in a video game #and it makes me sad i can't screenshot more of it here without risking getting the post flagged XD #anyway it's 1am and i'm a mess #idk if there are like good and bad times to post this stuff but this probably counts as bad XD #also this post is enormous so y'know. never let it be said i don't give bang for the buck content-wise lol

[anothermonikan]

Monika being normal when she doesn't have the power of gods is a large sense-make.

It is!! I think, a lot of the ddlc fandom has a problem where they've flanderised the characters down to their most extreme states and forgot what they actually are like. in the actual game. So there are people out there who write and characterise Monika as if she's always some yandere who's obsessed with the player character who has no morality and will kill anyone who gets in her way. yknow she's not even like that in the actual game either, people just saw that act 3 Monika was kind of yandere-tropey and forgot everything about her actual character and made her yandere girl 300. Monika could have done worse. sorry I'm being a Monika apologist I do have monikan in my blog name. Monika is literally just some dorky high-school girl who was given god powers and told her world wasn't real and that part of her character doesn't go away when she has the revelation, why would it not be present when she doesn't have god powers? I have lots to say about Monika. Thanks for the ask!

#Monika did her best under the circumstances actually. sorry. #people act like she went around like actually killing her friends when in script that's just not how it is. #Sayori's death was an accident. it was a result of Monika messing with her file yes but she didn't actually like. physically kill her #Monika the whole game is trying so desperately hard to convince herself that everything she's doing is okay and that no ones real anyway #and like. guess what? it all falls apart and people forget that!! #People forget that Monika never truely had it in herself to delete people she considers her friends #Monika is literally just a girl trapped in a nightmare situation who had no idea what to do or how anything worked #give her some leniency. she's trying her best #sorry. I'm eepy it's like 1am here #aashshsh #DDLC #doki doki literature club #android answers #android.txt

[7ndipity]

Dating Namjoon headcanons

Warnings: swearing, suggestive, teeny bit of angst

A/N: I realized that I hadn't written anything for Joon in a hot minute, so let's change that, shall we?

Masterlist

Requests are open

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Dating Namjoon feels like one of those early 2000s romance movies.

Utterly frustrating but soo worth it.

He talks a lot of hype in his songs, but I think when he first meets someone he's really into, he's a fucking mess.

Like it's Joon, but it's Joon, you know what I mean?

Red ears, stumbling over his words(and feet), getting flustered every other sentence.

Probably walked into a wall while distracted talking to you.

Don't get me wrong tho, once he gets the butterflies to chill and gets comfortable, the rizz is BACK and in full force.

Big on eye contact

Stares at you with absolute heart eyes(if you've seen that clip of him watching Hobi from Bon Voyage, you know what I'm talking about)

But can flip the switch in the blink of an eye, and be looking at you like he's gonna eat you alive(we love a duality king)

Simp Romantic. Will randomly bring you flowers just cause he was thinking about you(but he's always thinking about you, so why was today any different?)

Writes soo many songs/lyrics about you, but rarely tells you about them directly. He just asks if you wanna hear something he's been working on, and then sits back and watches your faves as you catch the hidden meanings and references. At the end, he's just sitting there, grinning, asking "You like it?"

(Like, yes, I like it you fucking dork!)

Always remember important dates like birthdays and anniversaries( first date, first kiss, everything)

Museum and bookstore dates are a given.

Buying/sharing books with you is probably one his favorite forms of intellectual intimacy, because, for him, each one is a glimpse into your mind.

If you mention one of your favorite titles and he hasn't read it, he's gonna find it asap.

Would try to get you to workout with him and be gym buddies.(I don't know if I like or hate that idea tho?)

Random texts at 1am asking if you're up and wanna hang out?(may or may not be outside your place already, cause he's over-eager and forgot to text earlier)

Endless, late night talks about everything from music to the meaning of life to what jelly bean flavor is superior(it's watermelon)

Also random trips together. Could be to the beach, could be to Sweden, who knows? You bring out his spontaneity and are one of the only people who can get him to take a vacation anyway.

He is a workaholic though, so you have to look out for him sometimes, make sure he eats, sleeps, touches grass, etc.

You probably bicker and butt heads a lot, but y'all make sure it never gets out of hand and try to find a solution.

(Lowkey possessive, but won't admit it)

Not a fan of pda, but he *clings*.

He tries to be subtle about it, but fails because it's like there's a gravitational pull between the two of you from the way he's constantly within arm's reach wherever you are.

Same goes for when you're alone. He's not technically cuddling you, but he always somehow ends up pressed to your side or back, or has a hand on you in some way.

Another member of the 'Protective Squad'. Like, if anyone so much as looks in your direction the wrong way, he's got the death glare locked on them.

Pretty classic when it comes to nicknames for you. Things like 'honey', 'baby', 'jagi'. Adds 'my' in front of any of them when he's in the mood to fluster you.

Which reminds me, he is the BIGGEST FUCKING TEASE ISTG.

He knows exactly what riles you up, and then just gives you these soft, sweet little kisses like you're not about to combust. Has the nerve to then smirk and call you needy(I wanna fight him)

Finds the most random things you do attractive. The way you read. The way you make your coffee. The weird little face you make when your flipping through Netflix.

Although he seems a bit cautious, I actually think a relationship with him might move pretty fast. Like, he's fighting back from asking you to move in with him after five or six months type of fast.

Lives for domesticity with you.

Quiet, sleepy mornings together. Messy hair and glasses over tired eyes, resting against your shoulder as he brings you coffee while you cook breakfast.

I know he said he's not sure abt kids anymore, but I do see him possibly getting a pet with you to 'round out the household'. Something quiet and low maintenance though, like a couple hermit crabs.(would probably name one after a favorite artist/author and then name the other smth random like 'blue')

Again, I don't know how to end these. Just love him, please.

#namjoon scenario #namjoon fluff #namjoon #namjoon scenarios #namjoon headcanons #namjoon x y/n #namjoon x reader #bts scenarios #bts fluff #bts reaction #bts reactions #bts headcanons #bts x y/n #bts x reader #7ndipity

[leviscolwill]

show me how

pairing: mason mount x f1 driver!reader

summary: mason brings you as his plus one to the ballon d'or ceremony and although you're both used to cameras, you still need each other to ease your minds. [wc: 1.4k]

req: i love ur jude x driversss but can we have mason and driver😔😔

contents: angst (reader has a panic attack), but other than that fluff, fluff, fluff ! established relationship, mason is a cutie patootie

note: okay this was supposed to be much shorter but i got carried away rewriting it at 1am 💀 but anyways !! first time writing for my boy (and definitely not the last) !! i hope you'll like it 🫶

now playing: show me how by men i trust (oncle jazz)

the beautiful dress you had on was probably not suited to brave paris' october wind. but your boyfriend and you had planned all of this for months already. you just flew out from the mexican gp as soon as you could and started learning the speech you wrote beforehand the moment you landed in paris.

you knew your presence at the ballon d'or ceremony was important to mason, he had a difficult time adjusting to his new club and you needed to be here for him.

you felt that was the least you could do, mason had been there for you during the whole season, facetiming you even when you were at the opposite end of the world and he needed to sleep.

your car wasn't as fast as your team had planned and all hope of a championship was close to none, the media started questioning your position within the team and whether or not you deserved a seat. safe to say, you went through a rough patch.

you were aware that coming here would give you a headache with all the questions coming your way on the red carpet. 'is your boyfriend a distraction to your career ?', 'do you think you're in f1 solely for diversity reasons ?', 'will we be able to see you on the grid next season ?' no. no. maybe.

actually, you weren't here only for mason. your pr team got you to announce the women's ballon d'or. you were extremely grateful for the opportunity, being a woman in a male-dominated sport like formula one forced you to advocate for equity and recognition of women in sports. and this was a great way to spread your message, a message you knew these players would relate to, they were also victims of sexism and misogyny in their sport after all.

however, you were still nervous, you hated public speaking and your hands were shaking at the sole thought of messing up your speech. for some reason, it was easier for you to talk in front of big cameras during races, even after a dnf, than at such an important event for a whole sport.

when you both finally got inside and were taken to your seats, you didn't even notice your leg starting to bounce on its own.

"are you okay ?" mason took your hands in his as soon as he noticed your stress.

"i'm fine, just a bit nervous" you lied. you were very nervous. you didn't know why, you've experienced worse in terms of stressful situations. hell, your job was a big stressful situation on its own.

you silently rehearsed your speech, while your mind helped you visualise everything that could possibly go wrong, exactly what you needed. falling down on stage, dropping the trophy, breaking it, stuttering during your whole speech, blanking out, passing out... all of this in front of a big audience with threatening eyes, an even bigger audience if you counted people in front of their devices, watching the ceremony.

all of these thoughts became too much for you to handle and you felt the urge to get out. obviously, you couldn't actually get out of here, you wouldn't forgive yourself for doing this to mason.

so you settled on going to the bathroom to clear your head a bit. the 'clear your head' part didn't work well though, as you felt tears well up in your eyes. the thought of your makeup running down your cheeks was enough to make you spiral again. thankfully, no one could see the scene unfold since you were confined in one of the stalls, sitting on a floor that was probably not clean enough for you to do so. you tried focusing on the conversation two girls were having just outside, praising each other's seasons.

you heard the door close, or open, you weren't able to tell.

"y/n ? are you here ?" you didn't expect to hear mason's voice.

"umm, this is the women's bathroom..." one of the two girls said to your boyfriend.

"i know... i'm looking for my girlfriend she's-"

"mase, i'm here." you slightly opened the stall's door for him to get in.

the bathroom stall was clearly too small for the both of you, so you were practically glued to mason.

"y/n... you should have told me how you felt." mason had a serious look on his face, which was quite unusual for him.

"i'm sorry, i didn't want you to worry. it's just... a lot for me, i don't want to mess it up."

mason's hands found your cheeks and made you look up to him.

"you don't need to put pressure on yourself like that y/n. i know you'll do great, you just need to tell this brain of yours to stop working overtime." his arms engulfed you in a big hug.

"no, don't hug me... i'm all snotty." you whined, trying to push him away, in vain.

"i love you even when you're snotty." he said, peppering kisses across your face.

"so cheesy."

"you love it though." he said chuckling. he was right, you loved it when mason was overly cheesy, especially when he did so to comfort you after a bad race or in moments when you simply needed him.

mason cleaned up your makeup after comforting you, and you went back to your seats hand in hand, a smile on both your faces from the intimate moment you both shared.

when you were taken backstage just before the announcement, you felt anxiety creep up again. this time mase wasn't by your side, but his words were. this was all in your head, you just needed to deliver your speech. that's it, nothing would go wrong.

you stepped on the stage with mason's words still ringing in your head when you felt hundreds of eyes on you.

the voice in the back of your head was wrong. everything went perfectly, you even caught mason's sparkly eyes when you were done announcing the women's ballon d'or winner.

getting back to your assigned seat, mason immediately congratulated you, kissing your cheek.

"you did amazing. god, you were amazing."

you were grateful for the room's shitty lightning, because mason didn't need to notice the way your cheeks started to flush at his words.

"thank you mase, i don't think i could have done it without you."

"stop saying nonsense. you did everything yourself." it seemed mason wasn't aware of how much his words, as simple as they might have been, along with his presence, were key factors in you actually pulling up to the stage. but debating with your boyfriend on such subjects was useless, so you let him believe what he wanted to.

the two of you spent the rest of the night chatting with each other in half-whispers, sometimes getting little 'shhhhh's from the audience. even though your anxiety was long forgotten, you still felt relieved when the ceremony ended. but getting home from the packed location was another issue you didn't plan.

you didn't know if you were thankful your hotel room wasn't that far from where the ceremony was held, or if you hated it. your heels were absolutely killing you and you didn't feel like walking in them, even for 200m.

"you look like a baby giraffe right now."

your boyfriend always had the right words to cheer you up, didn't he ?

"shut up. these shoes will actually be the death of me." you looked up at him with glassy eyes, hoping he'd get the message.

"i'm not about to give you my shoes y/n." his words made you sulk immediately.

"i could give you a piggyback ride to the hotel though..." you could hear mason's smirk in his tone, you knew he wouldn't do that for free.

"what do you want ?"

"a kiss." he simply said pointing at his lips.

you quickly pecked his lips, expecting your piggyback ride.

"what was that ?"

"a kiss ?" you answered, stating the obvious.

"surely not. put your heart in it will you ?" his comment made you roll your eyes but you complied anyway. you felt mason's hand sneak to the back of your neck deepening the kiss. after a few seconds, you realised you were kissing in the middle of paris' streets. you pulled away and hit his chest in false annoyance. which quickly dissipated once you were on his back, your aching feet silently thanking you.

"you're a menace." you said, although you were smiling at his antics.

"i'm your menace."

#sometimes creativity strikes when you're about to sleep #i hope the mason girlies liked this !! #mason mount one shot #mason mount #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #mason mount x you #mason mount x y/n #mason mount fanfic #mason mount fluff #mason mount blurb #mason mount drabble #football drabble #football one shot #football fanfic #footballer imagine #football imagine #football x reader

[bbyobbyo]

Remembering all your boyfriend's drunk habits? That's the easy part. But taking care of him? Well, he makes that part easy too.

content: fluff, established relationship, drunk!(and then hungover!)chan, mentions of food, so much domesticity, they're literally so in love with each other it's disgusting

wc: 1.2k

note: still trying to figure out my writing style and doing some experimenting with povs and such 😭 this one was a horribly self indulgent one tho...food is my love language and when it was revealed that dino only eats ramen when hes hungover i couldnt help myself lol. i really just take any tidbit of info these men divulge and run with it into delululand huh. anyways please enjoy and as always comments and feedback are appreciated 🥺

You knew Chan liked to drink. It wasn't an actual problem, but it happened often enough that you had come to expect him to come back to your shared apartment after a night out stumbling and slurring his words.

Not that your boyfriend was the dark brooding serious type, but you find the change from his usually composed and witty self to someone who could erupt into a mess of giggles and burst into song and obnoxious yelling at any moment quite jarring. But you couldn't say you hated it either.

No, drunk Chan was different. Drunk Chan was straightforward, every single emotion flashing onto his face like a billboard. The Chan that normally would throw a quip back when teased would suddenly turn into a whiny child with a yapping problem.

Your sober Chan was careful, he was always fearful of letting you know if there was anything bothering him (much to your dismay). Even when he hits a breaking point, you would never catch it on his mannerisms. Instead he opted to deal with his emotions himself, or occasionally in the form of a passive aggressive text laced with smiley faces to whoever scorned him.

Where sober Chan could be quite shy with his affections toward you in public, drunk Chan would cling to your body like a koala to a tree, protesting anytime you wanted to brush him off for some air.

But you loved him, drunk or sober. You loved that he could let loose sometimes and truly let his inner self be free, knowing that he was in good company and that he would be accepted no matter what, inside and out. And you took it upon yourself to take care of him in all his states.

And that's how you ended up at 1am with a grown man leaning on your shoulder as you help him take his shoes off in the doorway of his own damn apartment.

"Buuuut baaabe...!" He whined into your ear as he manages to fling off the remaining shoe from his foot. "I wanna eat chicken nuggiessss."

Your smile spread uncontrollably across your face and you maneuver around him to take off his jacket next. "I would make you chicken nuggies, but it's 1am and you hate eating late at night."

There's silence for a moment as your intoxicated boyfriend seems to ponder your words. You take advantage of his stillness to slip the jacket off his sleeves and guide him to the bedroom.

You gently shush him with your finger, "If I'm always right, then you'll listen to me when I tell you to go get washed up right, big guy?" You take the opportunity to give him a small peck on his pouty lips as you throw a fresh pair of boxers onto his lap. He only smiles in response and begins his lazy waddle to the bathroom only to emerge minutes later, crawling into the sheets and enveloping your body with his own and knocking out.

"Oh no, you're right," he finally responds as he plops onto your bed, his lips pressed into a pout you can only describe as cute. "What would I do without you babe? You're always right, you know me better than I do sometimes and I really love that about you and ya'kno..."

-

To no one's surprise, you wake up before Chan. The intensity of the light that filters through your bedroom window tells you it's already quite late in the morning. But that's alright, you cleared your schedule for one thing and for one thing only.

You take a moment to soak in his soft features, bathing in the sunlight that leaks through the curtains. Everything from the curve of his eyelashes to his sharp jawline is perfect, just as the day you saw him. You don't get to see him like this often, as he's always been a busybody for as long as you knew him, but you think that this might be one of your favorite views in the world.

You scoot out of the bed as quietly as possible, trying not to disturb the soft rise and falls of your boyfriend's bare chest as he slumbers, but not before pressing a light kiss to his forehead. His nose scrunches up momentarily before settling again as you laugh, leaving for the kitchen satisfied that the love of your life was getting the rest he deserved. Your morning routine goes smoothly and soon enough you hear the sound of sheets shuffling, signaling the real start to your day.

You're by his side in a record amount of time, sitting on the edge of your shared bed while sliding a glass of water and a painkiller onto his nightstand. Amongst a tangle of sheets, your boyfriend lays still, eyes not quite open yet. "Good morning, handsome" you whisper softly, seeing how a smile immediately spreads across his face.

"My head is actually killing me. Sorry if I'm a zombie today, I just wanna eat some r-"

"Ramen?" you finish for him. There's nothing but love and adoration behind your eyes as you softly comb through his messy bedhead with your fingers. "I know baby, I already have some water boiling on the stove. Drink the water and take the painkillers, it'll be ready by the time you come out."

"God, have I told you I love you? Because I don't do it nearly enough." He groans out in his raspy morning voice. You just laugh and press a swift kiss to his forehead, doing good on your promise as you walk back out to the kitchen.

Before long, you hear the heavy footsteps of a sleepy man make its way into the room. They stop right as they approach you and you feel strong arms wrap around your waist as you add the finishing garnishes to the bowl of noodles you just made. "Smells so nice" Chan murmurs, face buried in the crook of your neck.

"What, me or the ramen?" you tease back, gently shaking him off of you as you place the bowl on the table. "Or... these?" You pull the handle of the air fryer sitting next to the stove to reveal several golden brown dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets.

The scene before you is as mundane as can be: a Saturday morning spent with your extremely hungover boyfriend barely awake in nothing but his boxers slurping instant noodles on the kitchen counter.

Chan's eyes light up. "Oh my god, you remembered?!" A toothy smile permanently stuck on his face as you plated the nuggets to join his bowl of ramen. "Of course, how could I forget my boyfriend whining for nuggieesssss last night?" He fakes an offended scoff but relents as he finally digs in.

But to you it's anything but mundane, cherishing these little moments that seem few and far between as both of your schedules get busier and busier.

It's not the first time you've heard him say this exact sentence, and it probably won't be the last. But one thing you knew for certain as you stare into the most loving eyes you've ever seen is that you were always the lucky one.

"How did I get this lucky to have you in my life?" he suddenly remarks in between mouthfuls.

#seventeen x reader #dino x reader #lee chan x reader #seventeen imagines #dino fluff #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fluff

[itzgruvia]

Wouldn't be funny if one day Gray proposes to Juvia in a dangerous mission?

Like Gray thinks that things might turn to worse and panics that he will never see Juvia again or he will see her dead again, so he proposes so they both have a stronger will to get out from the freaky mess they are in.

Gray hiding behind a rock with Juvia by his side, he looks at her state and his heart drops a bit, she looks so tired she could possibly faint at any moment, her face is bloodied and her hands are shaking from the amount of magic she used, he can't lose her here, not like this, not when they are together and have a big future waiting for them.

"Juvia" he called out to her, not looking at her eyes, he can see that she turned to look at him :" once we get out of here, let's get married"

Gray knows that she is left in a shocking state because surely Juvia had her own scenarios of marriage, heck she might even planned to propose to him herself, but Gray panicked and that's all he can give her unfortunately, she deserves to be proposed under a rainbow and a Romantic dinner and whatever her fantasy picture she has.

Gray was met with silence, except for the huge monster that is still chasing them and could possibly find their hideout if they don't have a plan to take him out, he was afraid she might say no.

"okay" she was keeping herself from crying based on her tone but she looked determined when Gray looked at her, he doesn't know why he was surprised but his heart is about to explode from his chest right at this moment.

She nodded " let's do it"

Gray broke from his shocked daze and grabbed her face between his hands :" okay" he replied, locking their gaze together for a moment.

He gave her a kiss or what he assumed their last kiss if they don't make it alive, but he hopes they do, they have a marriage to plan anyways.

Gray let out a breath of relief as the crumbles of the building fell on top of the monster's corpse, leaving nothing but dust in the air.

He was lying down with Juvia on top of him, holding her so close that she might disappear if he let her go.

She was catching her breath as she wrapped her arms around his waist, and tightly tugged him to her.

She coughed.

"are you okay?" He asked, brushing her hair from her face as he looked down on her.

She nodded, assuring him that it's nothing major.

He planned a few kisses on top of her hair, after brushing the dust that caught on her blue waves.

They stood like that in their relief that they get to live another day together.

"so, we are getting married?" Juvia asked almost afraid that what he said was not real but based on the terrifying thought that they would lose each other.

But Gray knows truly how much he wants to be with Juvia, how much he needs her to be by his side no matter what, he loves her so much that he can't take his mind off of her if she disappears from his vision. It is a bit dramatic but it didn't matter, nothing mattered to him anymore except for Juvia.

"yeah, I want to" he paused " do you want to?" He didn't know if Juvia shared the same feeling as him, in case he scared her off.

"Juvia wants to" she replied, much to Gray's relief "very much"

Gray chuckled lightly, it was very silly and very ridiculous of him to think of marriage while fighting a monster on the verge of their death.

For now, he can just enjoy the warmth of Juvia's body and the steadiness of her heartbeats.

Idk why I turned it into a small one shot but I did, it's 1am btw and I'm in need of sleep :)

-Mina 🪼

#gray fullbuster #fairy tail #gruvia #juvia lockser #gray x juvia #fairy tail 100 years quest #juvia loxar #fairy tail juvia #fairy tail gray

[a-strange-familiar]

Better man

A/n : did I write angst again? Haha yep. This one literally scrambled my brain for some reason. I started this a week before but I completed now, so yeah. Italics are flashbacks. And here we go. (Ignore my mistakes, it's almost 1am for me)

Warnings : smut, angst, heartbreak, few curse words, Harry is an asshole (sorry not sorry).

Summary : Harry is a typical Rockstar and an asshole, Y/n is naive and in love.

Part 2

Love is a beautiful form of self destruction.

And no one knows about this more than Y/n.

Y/n , a normal girl who is in love with one of the most popular and beautiful celebrities , Harry Styles.

She is spending her life by loving a guy who don't love her back. But Y/n being Y/n , she is not ready to accept the fact and leave him.

She met him for the first time at a party. A party which Sarah invited her to. A party which is hosted by Sarah's boss , Harry Styles and his band. Y/n and Sarah are friends from college. So she invited her too so she can have fun. Y/n once mentioned that she is a fan of one direction, so Sarah though her friend will enjoy meeting Harry.

And Y/n did love the idea of meeting Harry. She was soo excited about it. She got ready and went to the party , and she did have some fun but she don't belong there. She only know Sarah there. She managed to talk to people and mingle but it was hard. She felt out of place, like she don't belong there. She saw Harry once when she entered the place, she saw him talking to other people, but didn't dare to go to him and talk. Sarah said that she will introduce her to him. But Y/n rejected because she was soo nervous.

After sometime she gave up socializing and sat at the bar ordered a drink. She observed everyone while sipping on her drink. Everyone around are dancing, talked and having fun.

She was sipping on her drink when she heard his voice. She know that voice very well. She heard that voice on radio, tv ,phone ,pretty much everywhere. So it's not that hard to recognize.

She turned to face him. There he was. 'the Harry Styles' . He stood infront of her with his infamous dimple smile looking at her. Her heart skipped a beat. He is soo beautiful, his emerald eyes are soo captivating , his lips looks soo soft and pink. He is more beautiful in real than in pictures.

"Hi" she said while trying to act normal. She is soo nervous to be infront of him.

"Hey ! Sarah said that you are her friend and she invited you." With the glass in his hand he took a sip of his drink.

"Um .. yeah I'm her friend. She invited me." She replied awkwardly. What is she supposed to say ?

"Then why aren't you with her. I'm observing for a while, you are sitting here all by yourself. Don't you like the party ?" He asked her.

"No , no. The party is great. It's just that I don't know anyone here and I just don't feel like I belong here. Sorry. "

"Oh , please don't say sorry. I get it. And I balme Sarah for leaving you here alone when she is the one who invited you. She should have atleast introduced you to me."

" I'm sorry for the lack of hospitality." He said with a fake sad and embraced tone and his hand to heart as if he is a worker who messed the costumer.

Y/n laughed at his attempt of making her laugh. "No it's absolutely fine. It's not her fault , she said she will introduce me to you guys but I said no." She started picking her nails. A habits she does when she is nervous.

"And why is that ? You don't like me ?" He asked with infamous Harry styles smirk.

"No. I like you. I - I mean I'm a fan of you. But I just got nervous to talk to you, that's all." She admitted with embarrassment.

He chuckled. "I don't bite , love."

"Anyway it's a good thing that Sarah didn't introduce you. So now I get to introduce you myself. Hi , my name is Harry." He stretched his hand out to her for a hand shake.

She smiled "Hi Harry, my name is Y/n."

°•°•°

And that's how they met. After talking for a while. He took her near his band and introduced her to everyone. She had a best night. They danced , had few drinks, talked (a lot) , and kissed.

After that day , they exchanged numbers , went to dinner, spent a lot of time together.

That's how their relationship started. And that's if you can call it a relationship. They are in an open relationship. They had sex. They spend time with each other and care for each other but they don't have a tag , a label. And Y/n never questioned in the beginning. All she wanted is to be with him , no matter if its only physical.

First time when they had sex , he told her that he is not ready for a proper commitment. She accepted that. But little did she know that she will slowly fall in love with him.

She know that he is going on dates with other women. She know that he is sleeping with other women. Touching them , kissing them , saying all those sweet yet dirty words which only she wanted to listen.

And whenever she saw a paparazzi picture of him with any model her heart never fail to crack a bit. She know that she is no comparison to all of those Victoria secret models. They never fail to make her insecure with their long taned legs , blond hair , perfect waist, defined cheekbones, size zero bodies.

Y/n is beautiful, it's not like she is not attractive. But she is no comparison to them.

She can't balme Harry for not choosing her over those beautiful models. She is not popular, she is not rich as they are. She is nothing. She is just a normal person. A normal girl who is doing a job which she loves. That's all she is. Normal.

But she have one thing that non of those models can give him. Love.

She love him with every fiber in her body. She love every part of him. His good parts and bad. But there is no use. He don't love her the way she does. For him she is only a good fuck. Maybe a friend who he can fuck whenever he want. A person whom he can come to whenever he is feeling down , to rant about his problems and talk.

And the most fucked up thing here is that he know that she love him.

As usual they both are spending weekend at her place. They had sex the minute he stepped inside the house. He couldn't control until they got into the bedroom. They had sex on the couch and later took a quick shower and had dinner.

And now after dinner they are having drinks. And clearly she had a bit more drinks than she had to. She is singing to the songs that are playing on the speakers , and not even a single word is correct or clear. Harry is literally having a show. Seeing her get loose, singing, dancing weirdly (which is kinda cute tho) , ranting about her day. Y/n is always a reserved one , she is not someone to drink until she blacked out. She always have a limit, but something gotten into her today. She is being more goofy , playing around, making Harry laugh. And Harry is having a best time.

"Enough now , it's time for bed. You had too much of drink." He said trying to lift her from the couch.

"Noooo, I want to stay. I'm not sleepy." She whined while bobbing her to the music playing in the room.

"No it's too late , baby. You need to stop now or you'll have headache tomorrow." He said with a stern look on his face.

"I love it when you call me that." She said with a grin on her face.

"Call you what ?

"Baby." She blushed.

He smirked , "I know, baby. So now be my good baby and get up I'll tuck you in bed."

"No , I won't sleep. You'll leave once I sleep. " She pouted.

He sighed." I won't. I'll stay till morning. Ok ?"

She crossed her hands and turned her face to a side like a toddler.

"Y/n. You better get up now or else I'm going to lift you my self. "

"Fine daddy." She huffed and rolled her eyes and stood.

Once she stood straight, a small spank landed on her ass. She gasped at the sudden contact. Harry stood in front of her. "You better don't call me that, unless you want me to do something." He said with a smirk on his ridiculously beautiful and delicious lips.

They went into the bedroom he helped her to get into the bed and crawled up beside her and cuddled her to his chest. It's not something new to them. They always cuddle, they pretty much everything couples do. Except they are not one , atleast not for him.

"Your soo warm." She said in a small voice , almost like a wishper.

He lightly chuckled, "Well thank you, baby. "

She smiled, " I like your laugh too "

"What have gotten into you today ? Why are you praising me soo much ?" He furrowed his brows.

"Nothing just wanted to say. " Her words are a bit slur. She is soo drunk and sleepy.

"Ok , anything else you wanna say ?"

"Umm. Actually one thing." She whispered.

"And what is it ?" He questioned.

She is silent for few seconds. Her drunk mind contemplating whether to tell him or not.

" I'm afraid that if I tell you you will leave me. " Her voice is soo small and hesitant, like she don't even want to talk about it.

He furrowed his brows again. Thinking about what she wanted to say.

"I won't leave you. Tell me."

She took a deep breath. The room was silent they can't hear anything other than their soft breathing.

"Don't say anything, but also don't leave." She said and pressed herself more into him.

"I love you , Harry. "

His breath hitched. He widened his eyes. She loves him ?

To be honest he kinda knew that this may come sooner or later. He could feel it. But he don't feel the same. He like her but he don't love her. He can't do anything.

So , he didn't do anything. He was quite. Didn't even utter a single word. He stayed.

She fell asleep right after saying those words. But he couldn't. He just hoped that the next morning she will forget everything.

Next morning by the time she woke up bed was empty. She had a bad hangover. She went into to kitchen, there is breakfast, water with hangover medicine on the kitchen counter. There is also a note laying beside.

I had to leave early. Take some medicine and rest for a bit. When will you learn your to be responsible, Y/n. (disappointed head shake) - H x

She smiled at the note and ate her breakfast. She spend the rest of the by cleaning and just watching movies.

She remembered what happened last night, but not clearly. She remembered singing, dancing, and sleeping with Harry.

But after sometime she also remembered want she said before she slept. She panicked , he didn't say anything and he also didn't leave. So she thought maybe he didn't take it seriously. She thought maybe he thought she was just drunk talking. Maybe he won't bring it up again. She don't want to loose him. Atleast not right now.

As she expected he didn't bring up that topic again.

°•°•°

It's saturday , she spent the whole day by watching movies and waiting for Harry's text.

She never know when he is going text , so she always wait for him.

As always even today she is waiting for his text to see whether he is coming to her place or not. Harry text her before he come to her place. And not only her but even he doesn't know when he is gonna text. He is always working (or fucking someone). So she is waiting for him , hoping that he will come.

She is in the kitchen when her phone rang. She immediately abandoned whatever she is doing thinking it's Harry's call. But once she saw who is it she felt disappointed. It's her best friend Eva.

"Hello" she answered the call.

"Hello, babe girls and I are going out for drinks. Do you wanna join ?" Eva asked

"Umm. I- "

"Oh god ! Y/n please. Don't say no. Do you know how much we miss you." She said with a disappointed tone.

"I miss you too, Eva. It's not like I don't want to come." She pinched the bridge of her nose. It's not like she don't want to. But she don't know when is Harry gonna call , so she don't want to miss a chance to see him.

"Y/n if it's because of Harry please don't. You are doing nothing but hurt yourself." She friend said in a stern voice.

"Eva, please, you know." She sighed.

"Yes babe. I know that's why I'm saying. You are hurting yourself. He don't love you. You mean nothing to him. He don't deserve you. You don't deserve this. Waiting around for him like this. Sacrificing your life. Do you know how many guys are waiting for you ? They are dying to give you their undivided attention. But you are here guy who don't even give a fuck about you." She completely her monologue.

Y/n know Eva is frustrated, know the she deserves better. But that's the fucked up thing about love. What you know doesn't matter. What you feel is only matters.

She is silent for a while. Don't know how to answer her friend.

Finally Eva broke the silence. "Why, Y/n?"

Why ?

That's the question even Y/n is trying to find an answer for. She can hear the hurt in her friend voice. She can hear the concern.

"Maybe he don't love me, but he made me feel loved."

And that's true. He make her feel loved, he is soo soft and with her even if it's just behind the doors. He care for her, he may not love her but all the things he do make her feel wanted.

With that she cut the call. She felt guilty , she had been doing this for almost an year. From when she started seeing Harry. She always canceled plans , thinking maybe Harry will come and want to spend time with her. She wanted to be available for him. And in that process she hurting her friends. She know that it's not right. But she can't help.

It's almost been a hour since that phone call. Y/n is tired now. By overthinking everything and waiting for Harry.

She plopped down on the couch and unlocked her phone to scroll through social media for a while.

The minute she opened instagram she wished wished her phone will get on fire.

There is a paparazzi picture of him. He is not alone he is with some other girl. She is a model. The one Y/n already saw him with. It's actually second time seeing them together.

She is perfect, everything thing a guy want. Everything Y/n want to be. She is beautiful. And it's killing Y/n.

Is he attracted to her ? Does he have feelings for her ? Does he like that perfect girl in his hands right now ?

And it looks like he is having so much fun. He is laughing and he look soo happy.

Y/n locked her phone and chucked it to the coffee table. She is crying now , hot tears streaming down her face. Sobs are falling out of her lips. Her heart is breaking, she is breathing so fast. She is sad, angry, frustrated everything.

Sad that no matter whatever she do she is not going to get Harry, he won't love her. Angry that he is a dumb dipshit who can't see real love. And frustrated by the fact that she can't accept everything and leave him.

After few minutes she calmed down. She took another shower and went to bed with a broken heart and tears stained cheeks.

°•°•°

It's been a week since she saw those pap pic of Harry and she didnt talked to him from then. He didn't text or call and she didn't too. She wonderd if he even miss her or think about her like she do. Of course she is not that important to him but…

She got interrupted by a knock on the door. She was not expecting anyone right now. Who could that be ? She thought while opening the door.

She opened the door and Harry stood in front of her with a sweet little smile on his face.

He entered into the house without a single words and closed the door behind him.

He turned back to face her and slammed his lips to her.

She kissed him back. She just poured all the love and passion into the kiss. Their lips moved together in a rhythm. His lips felt perfect around hers.

He sucked on her lips and bit her lower lip.

He pulled away from her. With that stupid smile still plasterd on his lips.

"Hi" he breathed out.

" Hi " she said awkwardly.

He furrowed his brows in confusion. "Why are like that ? You seem shocked."

She cleared her throat "Well I am shocked. didn't know that you were coming today. "

He shrugged " I mean I missed you , that's why I came. "

Y/n is stunned to speak. Did he really miss her ?

"Really? " She asked in a soft voice. Afraid that if she speak loudly everything will shatter around.

Harry placed his hands on her hips and brought her closer. Their chests are touching, there are only few inches between their faces.

"Really." He smiled.

Little did she know that's it's not truth.

Harry didn't miss her. He was about to go on a date with someone. But she had to cancel the planes at last minute due to some emergency, soo Harry came near Y/n. That's what he do always, come near Y/n when he need to fuck someone really quick or he just want to get out of his celebrity life for a while and clear his mind. Y/n have this positive energy that can take his mind of things.

Lack of better words , he is simply using her.

He closed the gap between them. He started kissing her again. Her head is feeling light like she is flying in air. She happy that he is hear.

He lightly taped on her thigh signalling her to jump. And she did. She wrapped her legs around his waisted and started kissing him deeper.

He parted her lips with his tounge and she let him enter into her mouth. The kiss is very messy and heated. They both are moaning.

He slowly started to make his way to her bedroom while kissing her.

After stumbling few times they made into the room without falling.

He throw her on the bed, she fell on the bed with a bounce and her hair fanned on her face.

He stood at the end of the bed and started remove his jeans. He smiled st her and her is literally jumping in excitement.

"Undress for me, baby." He said while working on removing his jeans.

She bit her lip and slowly started removing her cotton shorts and t-shirt.

Once he removed his clothes he climed on the bed and howerd over her.

He started to place small kissed all over her face and he slowly moved down to her neck. He placed a trail of kisses on the arch of her neck. He nibbled on her sweet spot and licked it slowly.

He brought his mouth to her chest and wrapped his lips around her nipples, he slowly sucked on her right and plamed her left boob.

She gasped at the feeling. His wet and lustful mouth on her is the best feeling in the while world.

She pulled away and gave the same attention to her left breast licking, sucking and bitting slowly on her hard nipple.

She grasped his hair and lifted his head from her breast." Harry, please I want to inside please.:

"Is my baby that eager ?" He got up and sat straight .

"Yes please" She whined.

"Yes, love I'll give you what"

He started to pump his hard cock which started to leak some precum.

"Ready baby ? " He asked after placing the tip at entrance.

"Yes."

With one long trust he buried himself deep inside her.

They both released a long and deep moan at the feeling.

He fit soo perfectly inside her. And her walls feel soo good around his cock.

He started to trust and slowly finding a perfect. He is fucking her slow and hard and she is loosing her mind. She is not able to think straight. All she can feel is Harry infront of her and his cock deep inside her.

"Does that feel good, baby ?" He asked her.

She moaned in response.

He chuckled at her state , poor thing can't even say a word.

She moaned again and again at the feeling, his soft but hard pace is only making her to fall for him even more.

"Ahhhh Ha- fuck. Harry feels soo good. Please don't stop. "

"Not planning on that." He said and he increase his pace.

Both let out the loudest moan as possible. He literally started to knock the air out of her lungs.

"Look at you, you look soo beautiful baby. All naked and flustered under my body. Sweat glistening on your beautiful body. You feel soo good baby."

She can feel her orgasm coming. The familiar feeling started to grow in her tummy.

He can feel her clenching around him. He moaned which is like a borderline animalistic groan. "Are coming, baby? Can feel you clenching. Come for me, love."

That's all she need before coming around his cock.

"Harry I'm-I'm ahh…" She moaned and babbled wordless while coming.

And he didn't stop trusting , after few trusts he also reached his orgasm.

"Fuck, yes. I'm gonna come. Fuck." He cursed and moaned and came undone inside her. His cum coating her walls.

He slowed down riding both of them from their highs.

After a minute her looked down at her and smiled. He leaned down and pecked her lips and pulled out of her.

He felt her hand on his arm when he started to get out of the bed.

He placed his palm on her hand and smiled.

"I'm going to get a wash cloth to clean you."

She just looked at him for a minute. He can see something is running in her mind, and she wanted say something. Her eyes are trying to say something, there are so many emotions in her eyes.

Few moments later she speaked.

"Will you stay for the night ?" She asked with hope. Her voice sounded so little.

No matter how much of a dick he is, how can is say no to her ?

He nodded with a smiled. Placed an small kiss on her forehead.

°•°•°

Lately everything in Y/n life is going soo good. She is having a great time at work. She also went out with her friend a couple of times.

It's almost been a month since Harry came to her place with informing her before. From that day something has changed, it's just that everything felt different for some reason.

They started talking more frequently. They are not talking everyday but better than before. He texted her more, he spent few nights at her place and she also spent a night at his place. Everything is going smooth , she also didn't see him with any other girls lately. She don't know what to take from that though. Is he just busy? Or is he tired of all those 'perfect' models ?

And on the top of that he told her that he like her a lot. It's not a huge thing he just said that once when they on her couch and goofing around. He said that before, that he liked her but this time felt different. He also said that she mean something to him.

She actually started to think that he started to like her too and started to have feelings for her.

°•°•°

She is getting ready to work when Sarah called her.

"Hello, Sarah Jones. What a pleasant surprise."She said while applying her lip gloss.

"Hey, you. How are you ?" Sarah responded from the other side.

"I'm good. How are you ? It's been a while actually."

"Yeah it's been a while, because you left your friend for of a green eyed British boy." Sarah chuckled.

"I didn't leave you, come on. You know me better, just busy with work." She said while closing her lip gloss.

"I know. I'm just joking. See I'm running late, I just called to check if you are free tomorrow. "

"Um , yeah I think I'm free."

"Perfect, Mitch and I are throwing a party. Tomorrow it's his birthday. " She said while shuffling something

"Oh that's great!"

" I know I'm telling you on a short notice. I'm planning everything soo it slipped out of my mind. "

:It's fine, Sarah. I'm happy you invited me now. I'm free I'll come just tell me where."

"Perfect. I'll text you again." She sounded happy.

"Um. Is he gonna be there." She asked and instantly cringed at her words. Why did she even asked that ?

"Who ?" Sarah asked but Y/n can hear the amusement in her voice.

"You know who Sarah." She is walking around her room and collecting her things.

"Of course he is gonna be there, Y/n. Why wouldn't be ?"

"Ok, ok. Just asking. "

"Y/n, you need to tell him how you feel. You are going like this from more than a year. He is an idiot but you are not. Atleast you take the first step."

Y/n was silent, didn't know what to tell. Sarah is right though. Maybe she will tell him.

Sarah know about them. She know that they have a thing. She always know Y/n have more than just a thing. Y/n tried to say it's not true but Sarah is not blind.

"I will." She said.

She can hear someone calling calling Sarah .

"Ok bye. I'm running late I have to go. Bye". She said into the and cut the call.

Y/n stopped for a moment. Thinking about everything. About him.

Maybe she will tell him.

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Y/n stood in front of the mirror. She is all dressed up and ready to go to the party. She is wearing a tight, little red dress. Her curves are showing perfectly in this dress. Her makeup is on point. She is feeling her best. She look soo beautiful and hot.

She is all ready to go, she is most excited about meeting Harry. Seeing him and talking to him. She really want to be with him right now. She want to hear his voice and feel his lips on hers. She is really becoming a love puppy.

She called an Uber to go to the party. It's almost 40 minutes drive from her place so she thought it's better to go and come back in Uber than driving at night.

After 40 minutes of drive she reached to the party. It's in a club, it looked decent not like those downtown bars and clubs.

The moment she entered she is met with few drunk people dancing and smell of alcohol and cigarettes. It's nothing too much though.

She made her way to the first floor where Sarah said that they are going to be there. There are less people in that area compared to the ground floor.

She scanned the room for Sarah. After a minute she found her, Sarah is at the bar with Mitch and some other guy.

"Hi, Sarah" She said to Sarah who is pretending to to listen to the conversation that is going on.

"Hey, girl. You made it." She embraced her in a tight hug. It's clear that she already had fee drinks.

"Yep, I made it." She said smiling.

She looked at Mitch and gave him a side hug. "Happy birthday, Mitch."

"Thank you, Y/n and thanks for coming, you look great "

The guys returned to their conversation and Sarah dragged her to some of their friends.

While trying to keep up with the conversation, her eyes are searching for a pair of emerald eyes. She is scanning the whole room but couldn't find him. After searching few times she concentrated back on what her friends are talking.

But every once in a while her eyes are jumping through the crowd. And after a while she heard Sarah clearing her throat.

Sarah raided her eye brows in question. But Y/n just shaked her head.

"Are you looking for someone in specific?" Sarah asked in a fake British tone, wish is awful.

Y/n chuckled. "First of all your attempt of speaking in British accent is awful. And secondly, no. I'm not looking for anyone."

"If you say so." Sarah just shrugged with a smirk on her face.

After two more minutes, Y/n started to loose her cool. She have to see Harry, now.

She turned towards Sarah. "Ok, fine. I give up, where is he ? Did he even come here ?"

Sarah gave a knowing smile. "See, it's not that hard, is it ? Anyway, he did come here I talked to him just before you arrived. I also talked to him about you, I mean, I said that you are going to come. He must be here somewhere around." She started to scan the crowd to find him.

When they both can't find him she just excused herself from there and went to search for him by herself. She searched everywhere but couldn't find him.

She finally gave up and went to the bathroom. She entered the bathroom did her work in the first stall and got out.

She stood infront of the mirror and washing her hands when she heard few voices from the last stall of the bathroom. There are someone in that stall. She can hear a male voice and a female voice. She smiled and shaked her head to herself thinking about the horny couple in that stall.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror and fixed her lipstick. She really want to see Harry now. She wanted to see his reflection when he saw her in this dress.

She looked at herself one last time and dried her hands. She was about to go when she heard his voice.

It's his voice.

She can recognize that voice anywhere. That deep accent and smooth voice.

It's him.

She can hear him laughing, and he is not alone. He is with someone else, a girl with sweet voice.

She can feel her heart beating fast, she took and quite and slow steps towards the stall they were in. It's at the end, so maybe they didn't even here her coming in.

Their voices are mostly muffled. But with every step she take she can hear what they are speaking. She can hear their laughs. Never in her life she thought that someone's else laugh will make cry.

"Really?" The girl with Harry asked him with an innocent tone.

"Yeah, really." She can hear his smirk without even looking at him.

"Ok, then tell me this. Do you have a girlfriend? " She asked.

"No." He said in a heartbeat.

She know that she is not his girlfriend but still listening him saying that hurts more.

"Oh. Then who is that girl you were talking about with Sarah?" She asked him with a hint of sass.

"With my Sarah?" You can hear they are shuffling inside. After all it's small space to fit two people. She can imagine him sitting on the closed lid and her on his lap. She winced at the imagination.

"Yeah, I heard you talking about a girl with Sarah. She said that someone is going to come here today. I didn't hear all but, and I don't remember her name."

"Y/n ?" He said her name. And her she thought that her heart can't beat faster. She held her breath for a second after hearing her name.

"Yeah, Y/n. Are you with her ?"

"No." He said to that girl.

Y/n can feel tears running her cheeks. She know that truth but still she can't help her heartbreak.

"Really?" She asked.

"Yeah. She is just Sarah's friend."

"Then why is she telling you about her coming hear ?" Y/n just want him to say something that she wanted to hear. But he literally just said she's Sarah's friend, not even his.

"Because I know her too. She was just informing me." He said and it is silent for moment. Y/n don't know what is happening inside.

"Ok, fine. She is not only Sarah's friend, she kinda mine too. Like we hook up that's all." He finally said.

"That's all. Just a hook up ? So she is not your girlfriend or you don't have one ? " The girl asked.

"No, why are interrogating me ?"

"I'm not interrogating you. It's just , I don't appreciate you cheating on someone if you have a girlfriend. Atleast I won't help you to."

At least she have some manners.

"No. I don't have any girlfriend. I'm single. And about Y/n she is nothing. She just a kinda fling. She means nothing " He said to the girl and started kissing her. Y/n hear the sound of their lips smacking. And her moans.

Y/n stepped back with a harsh breath. The wind knocked from her lungs. Her heart is breaking, head throbbing, stomach churning. She felt like someone punched in her stomach and stabbed in her heart.

Hearing him say something like that made her want to throw up.

Did she really mean nothing to him ? Is she just a fling ? Is all she can think of right now.

She ran out of bathroom. She need some air, she can't be hear anymore. She feel like she is about to faint.

She know that she look like a mess now but she don't have energy to go to that bathroom and fix herself. She need to run.

Tears are falling from her eyes nonstop. She is harshly wiping them. Probably her mascara is running too.

She started to make her way to the exit. While walking she made eye contact with Sarah. She can see that look on Sarah. She is confused and concerned. Sarah started to come near her but she just turned her face and started to walk away. She can't handle anyone now. She can talk to Sarah later, but now she need to get out of hear.

She took her phone out of her purse and started to call a Uber.

She feel sick. She feel like digging a hole in the ground and crawl deep into it. She don't want to see him again.

After waiting for a while the Uber arrived and she immediately climed and closed the door. Afraid maybe he will see her , even she know that he is fucking some chick in that bathroom stall.

She can't stop tears falling from her eyes. Maybe the driver is thinking that she some kind of weird person crying in his car.

She always asked herdelf why do she love him? She know that he is never going to love her back. Why do she always choose him over every one, including her self when she don't even mean anything to him ?

But she always found one answer for all those questions.

She love him.

That's all she can think of she just love him. She love the way he make her feel. The butterflies he give her. Those soft and delicate touches. He used to look at her like she mean something to him. And now hearing him say that she mean nothing to him is breaking her.

She just want him to be a better man.

And she also asked herself that why is she not enough for him.

Of course she is not the best but she can give him her best

She is even ready to change herself for him. Just one word she is ready to give him her world. But he just shattered her world into pieces.

She can't do this anymore. She can't let him break her like this. She spent a year of her life loving him. But she received nothing but pain in return. This needs to stop, she need to stop loving him. It's hard but she have to.

After a very long ride she payed to the Uber and went into her house.

It felt weird everything is weird.

She went into her room and removed her dress. She had many hopes today. She thought that Harry will love this dress. She thought that he will remove this dress from her body but now she is just removing it by herself and throwing in her room. She went into the bathroom and took a good look of herself.

She is mess. Tears stains on her cheeks, mascara running down, ruined makeup, messy hair, swollen eyes and broken heart.

She smiled at herself. She felt pathetic and hopeless.

She removed her makeup, stripped down naked and stepped into the shower.

Hot water running down her body. But she can't feel the sting on her skin all she can feel is heart breaking and screaming. She cried some more. After a while water started to cool down she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body.

She took a loose t-shirt and a cotton underwear and got dressed. She having nothing to do now except moping around and self loathing. She don't want to do that, she want to be strong. She want to stop loving him and move past him, she have to.

She is rummaging through her kitchen cabinets when she heard her front door opening and closing. She don't who was that. And also no one have the keys of her place except Eva.

She went into the living and saw Harry standing him in the middle of the room.

Shit, she forgot to lock the door. It would have been easy to avoid him if its locked.

They eyes met. His eyes held concern, fake concern. But now she is not going to fall for it.

He fiddled nervously with his fingers. "Umm.. The door is not locked."

She just nodded. She can do this, she need to end it now.

"Um. You were at the party?"

He asked her with hesitantly. He bloody knew she was.

She folded her hands to her chest. "Yep. I was there."

"Then- then why did you leave ?"

She huffed. " I don't know Harry , why did you leave ?" She asked in return, she is angry now.

"Y/n… " he started but got cut by her.

"Why are you even here?" She asked irritatedly She can't even look at him without crying and she don't want to cry now.

"Sarah said that you left crying. Just wanted to make sure you are ok. "

"You don't have to make sure, I'm ok. I mean nothing to you, Harry then why are you bothering about me ?"

"Y/n just listen to me." She cut him again.

"Stop Harry. I was there in that bathroom, I heard what you said. I'm just a kinda fling and I mean nothing to you. So why are you even here I know don't like me." A single tear escaped from her eye.

"Y/n, of course I like you." He tried to defend himself.

"Then why did you lie?" She raised her voice." If I mean something to you. If you like me, why did you even lie? "

He was quite. Everything around them is quite. And it's killing her, the comfortable silence around him is not comfortable anymore. She want him out of house now.

"Is it that hard to love me, Harry? "

Her voice is soo quite, there is hurt in her voice. She not even trying to hide it, tears are falling again. She don't even know where are they even coming from, she thought there are no more left after crying so much.

"I loved you, Harry. But you give me nothing but pain."

He took a sharp breath. "Y/n, I didn't know that you feel…"

"Don't lie, Harry." She snapped at him.

"You know that I love you. I said you that. And everyone can see that except you. And I also said that to you. I remember saying it that night. You didn't say anything. You knew all this time, don't give me shit saying that you don't know how I feel cause you know." At this point she is shouting.

He was quite, he was stunned. He don't know what to say. He dropped his head down and looked at the ground.

" I'm tired Harry. I'm tired of loving you the way I love and you don't even love me back." She said with hurt lacing her voice. He can hear it.

"Do you love me, Harry? Atleast can you see yourself loving me?" She asked with hope that atleast now he will say something.

He looked back at her. Tears running down her cheeks, eyes swollen and red. She was crying soo much.

He was quite, not knowing what to say. Do he love her? He asked himself.

She laughed, a pathetic laugh." I know, why am I even asking the question when I know the answer. "She smiled at him and it broke him and it felt like punch.

"Please leave, Harry." She pleaded him.

"Y/n, Please." He tried to talk.

"No, Harry. We are a mistake, we are bound to end. But I just hoped that you will be a better man and love me back. You just ruined me, Harry. Broke me. But still I loved you. But I can't do this anymore. You will never love me the way I love you." She is trying to be strong and tell him how she feel.

"I waited on every careless word. I waited for you. I put you before every one but that's not enough for you. I will never be enough for you. Please go back and fuck some more models, Harry. I was Better by myself before I met you and I will be again. I can't do this anymore,I can't keep hurting myself like this. I don't deserve this."

She looked at him one last time. "Please leave Harry. "

She turned and started to walk to her bedroom. "And please close the door on your way." She called behind her.

She climed on her bed, and sat against the head board.

She is strong, she can do this. She can move on.

It's finally time to love her self.

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Part 2

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[psycoweeb]

Sleepy Decisions

Levi/Reader

Coffee Shop AU

Content: Bad examples of a sleeping schedule, no use of y/n, light teasing, unresolved tension, interrupted, nothing explicit, more tension, what is probably an unrealistic representation of anything coffee shop related, not beta read.

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It was still the middle of your shift, but you were dead tired. Turns out, deep cleaning your house, spontaneously hanging out friends, and staying up till 1am scrolling through whatever could entertain you was a bad idea. You knew you should have skipped the cleaning.

In your daze you hadn't even realized that you overfilled the drink you were making. It was now overflowing and staining your apron. Just barely missing the tips of your fingers as you dropped the cup into the drain and hurried to shut off the machine. Great.

"Are you going to struggle with the rest of our customers or can you pull it together? "

You rolled your eyes, shutting off the machine "Insightful as always Levi. It's my own drink anyway." You gestured to the empty shop "No one else to serve out there, basically a wasteland. I wouldn't dare encroach on your coffee making kingdom otherwise." You said with a dramatic flare to your voice, flicking your hand in his general direction.

He glared

"Oh come on Levi! It's one cup. I just need a little pick me up.  "

It was true, the amount of customers tended to hit a snag around this time of day. Perfect for an unofficial and unapproved break.

"Funny, I'm sure I've heard those exact words from a drug addict. There is a reason I don't let you back here. " He was now standing beside you with a towel, reaching into your space to clean the spilt coffee that hadn't made it into the drain.

"So dramatic" you groaned.

You watched as his arms moved to clean up the liquid, muscles moving in tandem with each other. His hair, which typically fell just over his ears, was now brushing across the front of his face. Such small details that should mean nothing yet never failed to send butterflies erupting in your stomach. You could hear him muttering under his breath, something about "-always having to clean up after you" and "Take better fucking care of yourself, could've been burned. "

Maybe it was your sleep-addled brain that caused you to reach out, or maybe it was shear stupidity, but either way, you found your hand drifting toward the distracted Levi.

Catching the movement in the corner of his eye, he stopped whipping up the mess and turned to you, curiously. Making eye contact, only breaking for quick glances at your slowly approaching hand. You felt drawn to Levi, as if you were attached to strings, forever pulling you toward him. Was it just you or are you closer than you were a few seconds ago?

His throat bobbed as you moved closer, he could feel your gaze burning into his skin. It's not that you'd never stared at him before. In fact he's caught you staring multiple times! It usually ended with some lighthearted banter and teasing, then back to work.

He could usually shake off the flush that your gaze brought on, but this time, he felt his body grow hot all over, struggling to force down the heat that was now beginning to take over his ears.

Your hand moved past his cheek and behind his ear, bringing a lock of hair with it and coming to a rest at his jaw. You let out a soft and slightly delirious chuckle, "You know Levi, you're really pretty" you whispered, as if a rise in volume would shatter the atmosphere between the two of you.

He was no longer struggling to keep down his blush, because it was now in full force. Completely caught off guard by your compliment, all he could respond with was some weird, strained sound that came from the back of his throat, although he tried his best to cut that off as soon as it started. Just as he was about to break away, he noticed the droopiness of your eyes and how unfocused they looked, and sighed.

He relaxed his posture slightly, now leaning against the counter behind him. "You need to stop staying up so late. It's making you delusional" he rolled his eyes finally breaking eye contact.

"Well actually, " you responded with a casual air to your voice. "science—the internet—says that geniuses tend to say up later than the average person"

"Actual science says sleep deprivation causes hallucinations" He crossed his arms, as if to put a barrier between the two of you.

"Those are some big words Levi, and I'm not exactly in the right state of mind to even pretend I heard them right"

"Go.To.Sleep." He groaned.

"Ya'know-" You placed your hands on either side of him, putting you weight on the counter "that's real funny coming from you Mr. Eye bags." You leaned closer.

Fuck. He should have broke away when he had the chance.

"I think I remember saying something similar a few weeks ago. Along the lines of 'One of these days you'll drop dead in the back room and I'll have to deal with the customers all on my own.' Does that sound about right?"

He cleared his throat, steadying his voice "Which was fucking stupid because I barely even interact with customers as is. Would barely change a thing." He said, tone still low, the tension still palpable between the two of you.

"Aw! But who would make sure I don't give myself third-degree burns?" You were closer now. Levi was having a hard time focusing, what with your face so close to his. He was trying, and failing, to ignore how well you bodies fit together, or how close your body was to his at all.

Meanwhile, you were also having quite a hard time focusing. You could feel his breath with how close you were. Watched as his eyes unconsciously flitted between your gaze and your lips. Your eyes scanned over his normally pale skin. Over his cheeks, which were currently a beautiful shade of red, over his dark eyelashes that seemed to flutter when he blinked.

You moved your hand to his chin and leaned in closer. Noses now brushing against eachother, prompting him to uncross his arms and place a hand on your shoulder, the other on the back of your neck. You responded in kind, moving your free hand to his waist, both you and Levi closing your eyes in anticipation of what would come next.

Ding

You were both interrupted by the bell from the front door of the cafe. Sighing, you began to move toward the front counter but were pulled back by a hand on your arm.

"They can wait 10 seconds" Clearly irritated by the interruption, he attempted to direct you back toward his lips. You stopped him, placing your right hand over his mouth.

Leaning closer, you moved passed his cheek, your breath tickling his ear. His grip or your arm tightened slightly, breathing heavily.

"If I were to kiss you right now I wouldn't be stopping anytime soon" You pressed your lips just under his ear, causing Levi to breathe in sharply. You pressed your forehead against his and smiled before withdrawing from his arms to tend to the awaiting customer. Leaving a flustered Levi in the back.

#aot x reader #levi aot #levi ackerman #coffee shop #kinda #sub!levi #maybe #no y/n #flustered Levi

[psystirene]

SPEARMAND / GOURMASTER BECAUSE GRRRR AU stuff and extra doodles under the cut (? idk how tumblr works)

in this AU (i guess) after Spearmaster's campaign they don't end up returning to Suns as they felt betrayed after everything that had happened. They ended up finding Outer Expanse and tagging along with Gourmand's group, where the two become good friends.

Spear stays rather mysterious to the colony though as they can't organize their feelings properly and feel like it's more of a hassle to talk about it than just try to forget about what happened before. They had a few talks about it with Gourmand, without going into too much detail.

Maybe I'll draw more little comics of this AU but I kinda suck at writing if you haven't noticed </3 Then again I'm mostly struggling bcs it's 1am and I should be asleep lol.

Anyways, extra doodles:

Just the sillies hangin... Hangin out if you will... My Spearmaster is quite touch starved and not very used to having fun or taking time to build relationships. The only friend they really had was Suns, who was more of a parent to them, and some scavs who they mostly just acknowledge and who fought alongside them.

...Which is why they are a mess in all the ship art I draw lol. Anyways 💀

LET. THE. SCUGS. KISS!!!!!

#spearmand #gourmaster #gourmand #spearmaster #rain world #rainworld #spearmaster spoilers #slugcat #my art

[gurofushi]

cw; ddlg themes, reader in subspace, dacryphilia, thigh riding, panty stealing, praise, soft nanamin ♡

“kento, i'm tireeed..”

nanami chuckles sweetly at you, his eyes shimmering in adoration as you helplessly grind your hips against his thigh. he just thinks you look so pretty like this– with those crystal tears brimming in your eyes, ready to fall down your flushed cheeks while your swollen pink lips part to let out those melodious whines and whimpers.

he relishes in moments like this, especially with how desperate and needy you always get whenever you arrive home from work, though your fatigue never really stops him from teasing you.

i mean, who can blame him? he can't just let his little girl deal with her aching little pussy by herself! his princess is strong, resilient and hard working, he just loves to pamper and shower her in mountain piles of affection.

so out of the kindness of his own heart, he'd usually offer a few fingers or a thigh, maybe even his mouth if he feels like it.

tonight was no different. you had just gotten off of work, trudging into the living room with a pleading look and soaked panties. meanwhile, nanami had already taken a seat on the couch with his legs spread, a silent invitation for you to take your own seat between them.

he just can't help himself when he slips off your work skirt, seeing your soaked panties that had a cute little duckling cartoon on the front of it. the sight made him chuckle at how ridiculously adorable it was, but he didn't seem to mind. he'd be taking those panties off anyway, but he made sure to stuff the soiled fabric into his pocket for.. other personal uses.

for now, he has his focus fixed on helping you get off– tightly gripping onto your hips and moving his leg up and down, in sync with your movements.

“shh i know, baby.. you've worked so hard today. 'm so proud of you, you deserve this.” he hums, pressing light feathered kisses along your jaw. he smiles at the way your hips stutter when he voices out those words of praise, knowing how much they effect you.

“you're close, aren't you? cmon princess, let go for me. cum and make a mess on my pants.” he groans, being able to feel where your sticky pussy meets his leg through his dress pants.

“cummin– ngh! g'nna cum, kento.. kentoo~” absolute music to his ears. his grip on your hips tighten and he ends up pushing you harder against his thigh, moving your hips in a faster motion. he watches as those big tears finally slip and drip down onto his shirt, staining him with even more of your precious liquids.

“mhm, go on then.” you let go with a loud cry of his name, almost going limp in his arms as he continues to move your hips to aid you in riding out your high before he eventually stops, cradling your head and holding you by your waist as he peppers your hair with soft little kisses.

“did so well, sweetheart– you're always so good f’me.” he whispers against your head, not paying any mind to how your overflowing arousal starts to drip down his leg and onto the floor. he'll clean that mess up later, for now, he's gotta clean his princess up and tuck her to bed first before her little dumb and dirty mind gets all worked up again.

(this is not proofread at all, i wrote this at 1am with demons whispering in my ear so forgive me if this is messy ㅠㅠ)

#nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento smut #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader

[via-l0ve]

I'm back because what the hell that sleepover drabble made me smile so much -

Anyway anyway; any slightly chaotic two bit fluff, any at all ;-)

I Think You’re Drunker Than Me, Babe

a/n: OMG HI!! i literally love your requests and this made me giggle and i really hope you like it, babes 🫶🏻

warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, slightly suggestive (not rlly though idek if i should keep this as a warning) i sort of hate the ending but i like the rest of this, i tried to keep it gender neutral!

The last thing that Two-Bit Mathews expected at the rich hour of 1am was a loud knock on the door to startle him away from his binge session of Mickey Mouse at the Curtis’ house. Everyone else was sleeping and he did not want to face the wrath of Darry if he woke him up or let the knocking wake him. With an exaggerated sigh, he paused his show and got up, walking to the front door.

The absolute last thing he was expecting was to see his partner, y/n, stumbling over air on the front porch, their hair was a mess and their shirt was stained with a liquid that he couldn’t exactly define.

“y/n?” he asked, making y/n’s eyes dart up to him.

“babe!” they gasped, giggling softly as they took a step towards Two-bit, somehow managing to stumble over their own feet and fall into his chest.

“woah… how’d i get down here?” they giggled softly, grabbing Two’s mickey shirt.

“what the hell..” he whispered, bringing y/n inside and shutting the door behind him.

“how did you manage to get so wasted?” he asked, moving y/n down to the couch.

“pssshgt..” y/n waved him off, standing up quickly from the couch and stumbling over the coffee table, falling flat on their face and spilling the rest of Two-Bits beer.

“y/n!” he whisper-yelled, grabbing them under the arms and lifting them up off the floor.

“woahh.. you’re strong.” they giggled, reaching over and feeling his bicep.

“but i’ve gOt a boyfriend.” they hiccuped “so suck on that.. handsome man.” y/n said, pushing his chest slightly.

“babe.. i’m your boyfriend.” he said, smirking slightly.

y/n gasped. “shut up.” they smiled.

“you’re so pretty!” they said, combing their fingers through his hair.

“how ‘bout we get you to bed, huh?” two-bit laughed slightly, helping them lay down on the couch.

“w-woah mister. trying to seduce me already? take me onnna date firs’” y/n slurred, their cheeks red as they laid down on the couch. Two-bit just rolled his eyes.

“i’m gonna grab you a blanket, okay babe?” he smiled softly, walking away for five minutes to find a blanket.

When he came back to the room, he was confused to see y/n standing on the coffee table in front of the couch, a small throw blanket was tied around their shoulders and they had maneuvered their hair to cover some portion of their eyes.

“oh shit.. i’ve been caught.” they said when they spotted Two-Bit, dead staring him.

“the hell are you doing?” he asked, eyes maneuvering over their outfit.

“you promise not to tell?” they asked, stumbling on the table and falling back into the couch.

“sure?” he said, but it sounded more questionable than an actual answer

y/n got real close to him and put their lips up to his ear.

“i’m batman.” they whispered, pulling away quickly and attempting to pull the blanket over their face like a cape, but they stumbled over it as it was under their feet and fell flat onto their ass.

“i think you’re drunker than me, babe.” Two-bit just started at them with an amused look.

“okay batman..” he started, picking y/n up and setting them on the couch. “get some sleep.” he said, undoing the ‘cape’ and fixing their hair.

“But i hav’ta SAVE people!” they complained, frowning up at two-bit.

“it’s fine. um..” he thought quickly. “superman took over your shift tonight?” he said, chuckling softly.

“that bitch.” y/n gasped, crossing their arms over their chest. “always trying to one-up me… fuck him.” they rolled their eyes, pulling the blanket over themselves. Two-bit just laughed, combing y/n’s hair back with his fingers.

“sorry, babe.” he said apologetically, pressing a kiss to their forehead

“you’re super pretty.” y/n slurred out, staring at two-bit.

he chuckled. “thank you babe. so are you.” he smiled as y/n turned even more red.

“wow.” they giggled. “jus’ don’t tell my boyfrien’. he’d be soooooo mad.” they smiled, yawning slightly.

Two-Bit just nodded. “he won’t know a thing.” he laughed, covering her up.

“get some sleep, Dollface.” he smiled.

“do you think fruits have feelings?” y/n asked, looking sad all of a sudden.

“what?”

“when we peel apples do you think they feel all the pain?” y/n asked, fiddling with their fingers.

Two-bit sighed. “no, probably not babe.” he smiled.

“what if they do?”

“you’ll never know.”

“that’s even sadder.” y/n slurred, their eyes slowing shut.

“go to bed.” he chuckled, sitting on the couch so they could put their feet in his lap as he resumed his mickey mouse marathon.

#thank you sm for this request #the outsiders imagines #love u mwah #the outsiders #two bit mathews #two bit matthews x reader #two bit x reader

[btdemaru]

"His voice"

Note : i made this at 1AM and got inspired by a tiktok comment abt kavetham slight angst (i cried my heart out, theres too many kavetham angst i cant take it) ANYWAYS I'm sorry if there might be typos.

Warning : none (just fluff and angst <3)

Imagine kaveh singing while he's working, humming and singing the lyrics to the song that both he and alhaitam loves not knowing that the grey haired male in the room was listening to him while jokingly said how bad he is at singing. "Oh shut up! Like you can sing better than me!" Both of them always bicker anyways but kaveh knew he doesnt mean it.

Kaveh loves to sing for alhaitam when he comes back all grumpy and upset cause he had a bad day while alhaitam secretly records his voice on his akasha terminal (just imagine its possible 😌) and always listen to it everytime he's away from kaveh.

Imagine one day kaveh isn't there anymore, gone..perhaps dead? Who knows, nobody has figured where or what happened to him when he went into the sumeru desert. All alhaitam has is his voice, frustrated and desperate to know what happened to kaveh. His roomate, no- his lover. After hearing about the news he inhaled sharply while storming to inside his house and without even realizing it tears stained his pale face as flashbacks of them having playful fights together, spending time on their shared bed embracing eachother, him purposely messing with kaveh while he works just for fun.

Alhaitham couldn't accept this, he wipes his tears in denial about it as he kept replaying every single recording of Kaveh singing.

[first time making angst srry]

#kavehtham #alhaitham #genshin impact kaveh #genshin alhaitham #angst #kavetham angst #haikaveh #haikaveh angst #genshin impact #genshin impact angst #genshin imagines #kaveh imagines #kaveh angst #alhaitham angst #alhaitham and kaveh #alkaveh angst #alkaveh #genshin angst #i cant take angst anymore #alhaitham imagines #alhaitham scenarios #genshin impact imagines #mihoyo #crying throwing up #crying throwing up because of all the angst w these 2 so #i need to cure myself #light angst #imagine #drabble #angst fanfic

[starrayblogs]

day 4 & 5 - monster and skeleton

"do you like him? the monster that i have designed?" lady bone demon's voice echoes in the air, but he feels it. he feels her voice run up the tips of his fur, as if she was trying to freeze him over. like he wasn't cold enough already."

AUGH so actually i'm posting this at like 1am of the supposedly 6th day! so i'm totally a mess with the prompts right now, but whatever- this totally counts!

i just combined day 4 and 5, so when i wake up later i'll try to brain fart something for day 6!

also aaaaaagh drawing lbd was so fun and stressful at the same time, i wanted to give her a super slim and sharp features because- well, bones! but i think i like my design for lbd hehe

ALSO ALSO! i propose mullet macaque (like me!) except you can't see it here, BUT BUT I HAVE A VISION FOR IT JUST HEAR ME OUT ON IT.. anyway mullet macaque

here are their solos!

and the progress :}c

ANNDDD DONT GO YET! if you like seeing my work here, maybe you can consider following me on twitter! my handle is astraynomer (psst u can go to my carrd)

i talk about stuff there, also i'm just more active in general there! i'll still be using my tumblr because it's my second most active app, but yk! you should totally check and follow my blue bird account ehehe

#✩ starraydraws #✩ starraydraws lmk #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk macaque #lmk lady bone demon #lmk six eared macaque #lmk lbd #lego monkie kid macaque #lego monkie kid lady bone demon #lmk fanart #lego monkie fanart #my art #digital art #my stuff #MULLET MACAQUE AGENDA #CMON #PLEASE #umm #anyway #artists on tumblr #art #doodle

[jamesunderwater]

since I'm way too awake for 1am and on a Noah Kahan kick anyway, I've decided to construct my Ideal Setlist 🤩 based on what I've seen from his shows so far this tour. there's a good amount of variety between them, so who knows what I'll get! but here's the dream:

OMFG HE PLAYED SO MANY SONGS AT THE LAST THREE SHOWS I'M GONNA FUCKING THROW UP IF HE PLAYS 22 SONGS INCLUDING 'ANYWAY' AND 'GROWING SIDEWAYS'!!!!!!!! okay anyway i'm gonna be incredibly normal about this show, so *clears throat*

Dial Drunk

New Perspective (because he plays it at every show)

Everywhere, Everything (between this and Dial Drunk my voice will be hoarse three songs in)

False Confidence (again, inevitable)

Forever (!!! I can't wait!!)

She Calls Me Back

All My Love

Maine (😭😭😭😭 I WILL DIE HAPPY IF I HEAR THIS LIVE)

Pain Is Cold Water (inevitable, but so excited to hear it for the first time!)

You're Gonna Go Far 💔

Growing Sideways (a spiritual experience if i've ever had one)

Anyway (i'll never recover)

No Complaints

Mess (i'll be healed forever)

Bad Luck (i know there's little chance for this one but i'm putting it out there for the universe to consider)

Carlo's Song

Call Your Mom (if he actually plays both this and Carlo's Song he'll need to pay for my resulting therapy)

Orange Juice

Northern Attitude

ENCORE: The View Between Villages

Stick Season

Homesick (BECAUSE CAN YOU IMAGINE THESE TWO SONGS BACK TO BACK??? MY VOICE WILL BE DONE FOR!!!!)

#listen I know it's SO unlikely he'd actually play mess & bad luck & carlo's song & anyway but 22 songs is A LOT OF SONGS #it could happen!!! #but literally it DOESN'T MATTER what songs he sings or what order he sings them in it's going to be life changing and i CANNOT WAIT!!!! #noah kahan #ramble tag

[drdemonprince]

How do you get to sleep? You appear to sleep about as much as me which isn’t very much. How do you get the brain to calm its jets?

I'm not sure where you're getting information on how much I sleep, maybe from me posting late? I get 8.5 most nights from 1am to 9:30am. I don't really have trouble falling asleep these days, so I don't know how much this will help, but here are the things that have made sleep easy for me:

having a consistent wake-up schedule. Sleeping regularly for me isn't so much about when I go to bed so much as when I wake up. If I wake up around the same time every day, I get tired around the same time -- naps and sleeping in are just personally very depressing and throw me out of wack.

having a consistent life schedule. Before I got a full-time job and was stuck freelancing and adjuncting, my sleep schedule was a mess. But the moment I had a consistent place to be every morning at the same time, everything fell into place for me. Now my office is remote, so times don't matter so much, but I've stuck to a regular wake-up schedule anyway.

I quit caffeine. It's incredibly easy for me to wake up because I am not experiencing caffeine withdrawal every morning. It's easy to fall asleep because I don't have a lingering caffeine buzz. I love decaf as a ritual, but I can hop out of bed and hit the pavement without anything and be fine all day.

I don't workout or apply testosterone gel at night, and I avoid annoying work tasks at night. Anything that will get my blood pumping and my energy through the roof.

Your usual sleep hygiene: nothing in bed other than reading a book, blackout curtains, earplugs at the ready if the neighbors get noisy, and a stuffed animal to press against my body.

[insomniac-astronomer]

America Chavez x Reader: Signature Jacket

Hi loves! I'm on an America kick rn. I dressed up as her for my 2nd Halloween costume lol (my first was Harley Quinn).

Description: Reader is jealous of everybody's personalized statement jackets.

Gender: neutral! No pronouns used!

WARNINGS: being a lil anxious

This is a young avengers fic.

*not my gif*

You are sitting with all the avengers at dinner. Everyone is enjoying their Mac and cheese, but something is on your mind.

"America, where'd you get your jean jacket?" You suddenly ask.

Everyone looks at you sort of confused.

"Uh, I found the jacket in some universe and thrifted it." She says.

"Kamala, where'd you get yours?"

Kamala shrugs. "I dunno. Found the jacket and embroidered the patches on."

You sigh.

"Why do you ask?" Kamala almost sarcastically asks, knowing you'll tell them what you want anyway.

"Cause I want a signature jacket but I don't have any sewing or clothing abilities." You frown.

"Mine was mostly how it came." Yelena says.

You glare at her. "Nu-uh. You added more pockets."

"That is true," she concludes as she adds more hot sauce (A/N: I literally CANNOT remember what she actually added for the life of me and I can't find the episode script anywhere, if someone could pls lmk that would be great).

"I can't just buy something, then it wouldn't be cool and authentic like all of yours." You pout.

💫

A few weeks later, you are lying in your bed watching something on the TV that you honestly couldn't care less about. It is 1am, you're tired but you can't sleep and you're so unexplainably lonely for no reason.

Suddenly, there's a knock on your door, literally making you jump so hard you drop the sleeve of crackers sitting next to you onto the floor.

"Shit," you whisper as you stand up, careful to avoid making the crackers a bigger mess. "Who the hell is knocking on my door at this god-forsaken hour of the morning."

By this time, the sleep deprivation has set in so you sound like a founding father turned into a goblin.

You open the door to see America standing there. Your heart immediately skips a beat. Your hair is a mess, there's crackers on the floor, and you've turned into your nightly maniac doppleganger and now your crush decides to come knocking?! Now she wants to talk?! Not all the times you deliberately dressed up when you knew she was coming over and put on makeup and brushed your teeth!

Of course. No, this makes perfect sense.

"Hi?" You try to bring your crazy voice down a few notches.

"Hi, um," she shifts. "I wanted to bring you this."

She pulls from behind her back a jean jacket hoodie (whatever those things are actually called). It has little hearts stained onto the sleeves and a few of the buttons have little smiley faces on them and embroidered to the front is your superhero logo.

You blink for a moment. America shifts again nervously.

"You uh-" she clears her throat. "You said you wanted a jacket and so I just, um, found this one and added some stuff but if you don't like it that's okay. This was stupid, I shouldn't of-"

"No," you cut her off, taking the jacket out of her hands. "I love it." You beam.

"Really?" She looks so relieved. Why is she this stressed over talking to you?

"Yes! It's so cool!" You squeal. Before you know what you're doing, your muscles move and you pull America into a hug.

You blush when you realize what you've done. But only a second later, her arms wrap around you. A little smile grows on your face.

"This is the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me." You practically whisper. Why are you whispering? You pull out of the hug. "Thank you so much. I-"

The words die on your tongue as you see America's eyes flick down to your lips for just a second. You can feel yourself leaning closer to her and you think she's leaning too. Then, you lips connect ever so gently and sweetly.

"Ten bucks!" Kamala's voice scares both of you, causing you to bump foreheads. America's eyes immediately widen as she touches your forehead to make sure you're okay.

Your heart doesn't know what to do.

"Да пошла ты, сука. Don't be so cocky." Yelena yells back. "You only won by two days!"

"Haha," Kamala taunts. "You wish you won by two days."

"You bet on us?" You finally lay eyes on Kalama who was not even trying to hide.

"Well, yeah. Not like you wouldn't do the same if you were us."

"I'm moving out tonight." You declare, grabbing America's wrist and gently guiding her inside your door before slamming it shut.

You both burst into little giggles. You love this family.

Thx for reading, don't steal!

Hey, saw you requested to be tagged in America fics, lmk if you want to be removed @fl0r3ncewifey

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