#but man I had a shower today and did my hair like normal and everything

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I finally understand the humidity -- hair thing oh my god what is this

#experiencing a category 12 frizz event #I don’t know what ‘category X’ means is it an american storm thing #but oh my GOD #I think this same thing happened last july but my hair wasn’t long enough yet to really see it #it is a BALL #and I have spent a lot of time with my hair being like this bc I didn’t know how to deal with curly hair until a couple months ago #and I’m still getting there #but man I had a shower today and did my hair like normal and everything #except by the time I was like. putting the curl cream in after getting out of the shower my hair had already half dried bc of the heat #and since it’s been fully dried it is just. ALL frizz this is insane #sidenote but I am also now fully understanding how hot long hair gets. holy shit. #send help

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Could you write for leah but reader is her little sister and she's been like misbehaving at school so her mum asks her to talk to her as of she's being like bullied or something to get reader to admit it.

(Sorry I miss spelled something the first time and didn't realise I took the name out when I was fixing the mistakes)

Big Shoes to fill

Leah Willamson x reader fic

pt.2 here

-> Reader, Leah's younger sister is having trouble in school - mysteries get solved.

-> Talk of bullying, homophobia, (maybe child neglect?)

-> @ anon, I hope you like it - a little bit angstier than most of my stuff

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Amanda and David Williamson had had enough. Since school started again, they have received nothing but bad news from their youngest daughter’s school – your school. At first, it was just forgotten homework, until you missed attendance a couple of times – then they made sure, that you did in fact go to school and classes. But after getting better, it got worse again – you had started to misbehave more and more, talking back to your teachers and being constantly rude to everyone around you.

It was stressful. Of course, you didn’t change your behavior overnight, and you didn’t change because you were bored – but nobody seemed to care. Leah had moved to central London a couple of years ago and your older brother Jacob moved to Australia – leaving you all alone in your parent's home.

They weren’t bad people or bad parents, but they were busy. Work. All day, every day. Both of them had already been older when they had you – Leah already eleven, and Jacob seven when she was ‘blessed’ with a younger sister.

The footballer loved to tell you how your first meeting went, boasting to everybody that you wouldn’t stop crying until she held you for the first time, falling asleep in her skinny, little arms. It was her favorite picture of you as a baby, even to this day.

When your principal called Amanda at work for the third time that week, she was done trying. Instead of picking you up, she told the man on the other side of the phone to let you walk home – no matter how much you whined. To his surprise you did not even complain, taking your bag and walking out the door – dull, tired eyes and an empty smile on your face. You finally did it. Maybe you never had to go back. Maybe they finally gave up on you.

Once you had arrived home you were drenched by the London rain, shivering as you made your way through an empty house, taking a shower before you started cleaning up your muddy footsteps. Everything was normal until no one came home. Usually, your mom would get home at five and your day by eight – but now it was already nine and no one was answering your texts.

The lock of the front door ruckled, and after a few tries, it was finally flung open. Like in a bad horror movie a silhouette was shown by lighting in the background – but after a deafening silence aside from the falling rain, Leah stepped inside. Her hair kept back in a beanie and a bag of take-out food in her hand – “I’m homeee!”

You took the food into the kitchen before handing her towels and dry clothes, leaving her to get changed. “You, my love, are the best sister, ever!” By now you had plated the food and set up on the couch, two glasses, and a bottle of wine. “I’m your only sister, Lee.” Her blue eyes softened at your weak voice. “I knowww, but you’re always so good to me.” She pulled you into a tight hug, almost afraid to let you go.

You handed her one of the plates, two slices of Pizza on it – your joined favorite – as she eyes the glasses. “Aren’t you a little too young to drink, Missy?” A sheepish smile was the only response that she got, and it was enough. Leah could see that something was up.

Usually, you had time to prepare when she visited, knowing of it beforehand – but today was different, she just showed up. You didn’t have time to hide the bags beneath your eyes, or do your hair in a way that didn’t look completely life-less – and she noticed. Of course, Leah noticed. She would always notice.

You ate dinner in silence for a while, just happy to be in each other's presence, having missed that feeling once Leah had moved out and you had gotten older. But when both plates were clean, Leah literally licking the crumbs off them, you couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m guessing you’re the one I have to thank for Mum and Dad being somewhere else?”

Your older sister swallowed hard, knowing that you would ask, but she had still hoped that she could gently lead you into the conversation. “Yeah, they’re at my place.” Leah’s place was a stunning apartment closer to the Arsenal training facility. As gently as she could, she took your hands into hers, immediately noticing how cold they were. 

“They told me that you’ve been havin’ trouble in school. What’s goin on Bug?” You hated that look. Leah’s eyes clouded with worry terrified you. She really did care, and while that was nice to know, it also meant, that you would hurt her, no matter what.

“Mom doesn’t know what to do anymore, and Dad- he, well he doesn’t either.” Of course, you knew that. Your mother's tired eyes nearly mirrored your own. But you couldn’t tell them. They wouldn’t understand.

The silence was deafening, and your older sister tried to be subtle with her concerned staring. Sadly for both of you, Leah’s subtle was like an elephant in a fine China store. She really did try not to coax anything out of you, wanting you to feel safe enough to open up.

“School’s just not my thing.”

Both of you knew that you were lying – you loved learning new things and while school might not have the right topics for you, it was better than dying dumb.

The Arsenal player’s eyebrow was intimidating enough for you to just give up. You were tired of fighting your feelings, hurting yourself and everybody else.

“Why are you so rude to the people in your class?” She really was serious, there was no backing out now. “They are not nice people.” Her gaze hardened, her suspicions forming even further. “Why don't you like them?”

But she was met with silence. While you wanted to let her know, that those kids were mean ones, you didn’t want to tell her why they were so mean to you. It would break your sister's heart.

“Okay, what about your football team? Do you have any friends there?” Every time your eyes wandered up from staring at your joined hands to meet Leah’s, they snapped back down. The look in her eyes was terrifying. She seemed scared.

And it was all your fault.

“Oh, I stopped playing football.” Your parents hadn’t even noticed. You washed your own laundry, so when at some point your sweaty training clothes stopped showing up, no one noticed. The only one who did was your trainer – she was now missing one of the most known last names in English women’s football in her team.

You didn’t need to look at your sister to know that she was shocked, her stunned silence doing all the talking. “W-What to do you mean – You quit? But you love football!” You did. You loved watching Leah and her teammates play football, there was so much passion on the field, silent understanding, and mastered routines when they played. “Just drop it, Leah.”

Realization set in for the England captain – you were growing up. Gone was her little sister, who would do anything to be like her. The little sister who worshipped the ground she walked on.

“Why did you quit then? Mom didn’t tell me about it. Why didn’t you call?” You had downed the contents of your wine glass, stealing Leah’s as well. It scared her, just how tired you looked. “Didn’t want to interrupt your day, you’re a busy woman now. Mom always says that.” You took a deep breath, before making air quotes “Leah has more important stuff to do now, honey. Don’t call her, what if she is in an interview?”

The silence was suffocating. It never used to be like this, at least not that Leah remembered. “You would have never interrupted. I will always make time for you, Bug.” As much as you wanted to believe that, you couldn’t. No one made time for you. Not even your mom and dad, who used to do so many exciting things with all their kids in the house. But it was different now. With Leah and Jacob gone.

“A phone works both ways, Leah.”

The footballer was stunned. You were right. She was complaining to your mum, on and on, about how she didn’t know what was happening in your life – but she herself made no effort to change that.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” Her confession and apology meant everything to you – even if you feared, that they were empty.

The wine bottle was now empty, and Leah still sober – but that was her plan, and it was working a charm, as your slightly slurred words started to pour out.

“I am so proud of you. You know?” A deep sniffle filled the brief silence “Winning the home European Championship, leading the team to the win, playing every game.” Your eyes were staring into space, as your sisters’ hands tried to warm yours, scared of how hollow you looked and felt. “But it’s not easy living up to that, you know?”

You once again grabbed the glass, disappointed when it was empty. But you didn’t get up to get more. “All everyone said when we went back to school, was how I would never be as good as you.” Tears threatened to fall from Leah’s eyes as things started to make sense. “That’s not true, y-“ but you didn’t let her finish her desperate try to change your mind. “It is true, Leah. I will never be as good as you – because I don’t really like football that much. Your passion and love for it, made you work harder to get where you are right now. I just played so that Jacob and you had something to talk to me about.”

Your whole life you had been pretending to love the game just as much as your siblings did – and when Leah thought back on it, she started to see it. You never had a team you supported, but it was always the one she had played for, or preferred. Not a single well-known footballer came to your mind when you were asked. The only answer you would give? ‘My sister, Leah. She is my favorite footballer of all time.’

“People had never been the kindest to me. I mean I could handle it when they just made fun of me for defending you. But after the win, all of a sudden everyone loved you, and then I was the one they were hurling insults at.” Tears made their way down the blonde's face, leaving a salty taste on her lips. “What did you need to defend me from?”

She knew it was bad the moment that your hands let go of hers. Seeking space. “Well, people knew. They knew about you and Jordan.” Sobs started to wreck her body as you desperately tried to soothe her by rubbing her back.

People were insulting her for being gay, and you stood up for her, making yourself the target.

“Bug, I- I don’t know what to say…”

The tipsyness started to make way for your guilt. She wasn’t supposed to know. You knew that it would break her heart, knowing what was happening at school.

“I hoped, that if I acted cold enough, people would leave me alone. But they didn’t. I tried to tell Mum that I wanted to change schools, but she was busy.” Now she understood. You tried to get yourself kicked out of school so that your parents had no choice but to notice and send you to a new one, where you could start over.

“I am so sorry. You shouldn’t have to go through that.” Your gaze finally met hers, gone was her baby sister. The teen in front of her was much too mature for her age, needing to wise up after being left all alone in the world.

“I know Lee.”

My god. What had she done? Leah Williamson was sure if there was an award for being the worst sister – she would have surely won it.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso #woso imagines #arsenal wfc x reader #engwnt x reader #lionesses x reader #leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine

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Fooled round and fell in love (part three)

Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

summary: you’re in love with your best friend but your best friend thinks love is for losers, choosing to sleep around rather than settle down. You’ve had enough and you’re ready to move on from your feelings, luckily you find someone who might make that possible but does Eddie really hate love as much as he leads on?

warnings: lite smut 18+ MINORS DNI, cocky Eddie, some dirty talk, allusions to reader being depressed, cussing, smoking, use of y/n

A/N: I cannot believe the amount of love I’ve gotten on this series, i appreciate everyone’s kind messages and comments 🫶🏻 part 4 will be released sometime after the new year.

as always thank you angel baby @myobmaya literally my number one hype man, I love you so much 💋

The next morning you wake up feeling anxious and exhausted as the night before had you tossing and turning, playing out every scenario and every little thing that could go wrong when you get to Eddie’s

But nonetheless you decide to start your day, you go downstairs and greet your mom, who luckily just brewed a fresh pot of coffee, and you needed a pick me up

After taking a couple bites of bacon, you tread back up stairs with your nice warm coffee. You put some music on and clean up your room, your little depressive episode left it in pretty bad shape

Once you’ve cleaned to your liking, you pick out what you’re going to wear today, regardless of everything that’s happened you still love Eddie and you want to look good for him whether he notices or not, so as you skim through your closet while powerslave by Iron Maiden plays through your speakers you opt for a Metallica “metal up your ass” shirt with a yellow and black plaid mini skirt, you decide to leave your legs bare pairing the outfit with some slouch socks and white keds.

You take a shower and think to yourself that you should smoke the last of the weed you got from Randy, needing something to take away the jitters of seeing your best friend later, you keep going back and fourth with your self in your head, should I just rip off the bandaid and tell him? Or should I just go in there with a smile on my face like my life hasn’t been a shit show these past few weeks.

After getting high enough, you decide it’s a good time to start getting ready. Doing your makeup, keeping it natural but still accentuating the parts you want to stand out, you do your normal curlers in hair routine getting the perfect amount of body, once you throw on your outfit and decide you look good enough you make your way downstairs to ask your mom if you can borrow her car.

“Hey mom, I’m gunna head to Eddie’s to hang out, can I take your car? I’ll only be a few hours.” You say with the slightest set of puppy dog eyes

“Sure sweetie, can you just pick me up a carton of cigarettes on your way back?” Your mom asks

“Yes, I can do that!” You say almost relieved

You did not feel like calling eddie and asking him to pick you up even though you knew he would, you think bringing your own car just in case you do grow the balls to tell him your feelings and you need to get out of there as fast as possible, so taking your moms car was the best option.

You pull into forest hills, taking deep breathes before stopping in front of the familiar trailer you grew up hanging out in, you glance around seeing Eddie’s van, the van that is permanently ruined for you now. Before you get lost in those thoughts you decide it’s now or never you have to face Eddie sometime, the only consolation is that Eddie doesn’t know that you moaned his name while Randy was making you cum. With that thought you open the car door and get out making your way up the steps to the front door of the trailer

You hear music coming from the speakers in Eddie’s bedroom, so you try your best to knock loud enough for him to hear. After the 5th knock you hear foot steps and the lock being fiddled with

Eddie swings the door open, he’s shirtless with his sweatpants sitting low on his hips showcasing his delicious trail of hair leading down into his pants while an unlit joint hangs from his lips.

Jesus, you could feel the wetness pool between your thighs “curse him for looking so damn good!” You think

He looks you up and down eyes lingering on your legs and upper thighs, his eyes shoot back up to yours as he says

“Hey, princess. I wasn’t sure if you were gunna show up” he said while removing the joint from his mouth and shooting you a genuine smile, almost like he was excited to see you

“I said I was, didn’t I?” You didn’t mean for it to come out as bitchy as it did

You push past him walking into the trailer and heading to sit down on the couch

“Yeah, but you’ve mastered the art of avoiding me recently, so I just figured” he says while shrugging his shoulders

“For the 100th time I have not been avoiding you!” You say while rolling your eyes

You lie again for the 100th time

“Mmm, whatever you say babe.”

Princess, babe? What the fuck is up with these pet names today, you think to yourself.

“So,” you say trying to break this weird tension you feel in the air “what movie are we watching?”

Eddie looks at you confused for a second and then he remembers the excuse he used to get you here

“Oh um, you can pick, I left some movies out over there” he says while pointing his head towards the tv and where the vhs player sits underneath it

“Ok, cool thanks” you say

You can’t understand this weird awkward tension going on, you’ve never felt this with Eddie ever, and it’s making your stomach knot up even more then it was

He holds the disregarded joint back up and says

“Do you wanna smoke?” He asks but his eyes don’t meet yours

“Is that even a question?” You say trying to be funny and ease whatever the hells going on

He put the joint between his lips and takes out his lighter, lighting it up and taking a hit that seeps out of his nose and mouth.

After you decide on weird science you pop the video in and turn to make your way back to the couch you hear a clatter on the floor in front of you, some of the tapes had fallen, so you turn back around and bend over to pick them up, completely forgetting you have a short skirt on and that Eddie is right behind you on the couch with a great view of half of your ass cheeks and a black lace thong

His eyes go wide and as much as he wants to be a gentleman and look away, he can’t, his eyes are trained on your ass until you stand up and make your way back over to him

Snatching the joint out of his hand and bringing it up to your lips, you take a hit as you let the smoke bellow out from your mouth

Eddie turns to you and says

“Hey, I actually wanted to talk to you about something”

When he says that your stomach drops, what could he want to talk about that requires him to be so serious? He’s never serious.

“Okay, what about?” You say handing him back the lit joint

“Well,” he says and then takes another hit, once he starts talking the smoke seeping out between his words “I was at Ricks the other day, cause I was running low and anyway he um, he told me what happened between you and Randy”

Your eyes shoot up to his, looking at him confused

“What do you mean?” You say as you start closing in on your self making yourself seem smaller

“Oh my god no, no please no” you say to your self “this cannot be happening”

“Y/n, he told me you said my name while you and Randy were in the middle of I don’t know whatever you guys were doing.” Eddie says almost bitter

When Rick told him, he couldn’t help but feel jealous, yes you said his name but you were almost in the middle of having sex with Randy, that made his chest hurt, but apart of him couldn’t help but feel cocky about the situation.

Why would you say his name? Were you thinking about him while Randy was touching you? What does that mean? Does it mean you want to be with him in that way? Eddie had so many questions

“Oh my god, is this why you asked me here Eddie? To humiliate me some more?” You spit out

“No, c’mon I would never do that” He says sincerely

“Whatever, I shouldn’t have come over” you say while getting up on your feet

“Y/n, come on I’m just trying to see what’s going on, where your heads at?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it Eddie, I just wanna move on from it, ok?” You almost shout at him

“But-“ he starts before you’re interrupting him

“No, I can’t do this, I gotta go!”

“Why are you so angry about this?!” His voice becoming irritated

“You know what Eddie, fuck you!” You shout at him

“Yeah, you’d like to wouldn’t you?” He spits back with that cocky fucking smile you could just slap off of his face

You don’t even know what to say so you turn around and head for the front door but before you reach it eddie is grabbing you by the arm and turning you around almost smashing your body into his

You both look at each other for a few seconds trying to gage the others emotions

Looking up into Eddie’s eyes makes all of the anger in your body melt away, the look in his eyes is something you’ve never seen before, a look you wouldn’t mind seeing more of

“Is that what you want?” He whispers down at you

Instead of saying anything you decide fuck it, as you crash your lips in to his, his body tenses up at first, surprised at your actions but once he realizes what’s happening his body melts into yours, deepening the kiss, and grabbing your waist to push your bodies even closer. You swipe your tongue across his bottom lip and he allows you to enter, tongues meeting in a sloppy but passionate kiss, you let out a small moan telling Eddie everything he needed to know in that moment

He picks you up and wraps your legs around his waist taking you back to his bedroom that you’ve been in so many times, but never like this

He drops you onto the bed and stands back up staring down at you, like you were his prey

Your skirt was rucked up around your waist exposing your almost see through black lace panties, his jaw clenched when he looked over your body. Fuck, he wanted you so bad

He climbed back on to the bed slotting himself between your thighs grabbing them and opening them wider to accommodate him, he stairs at you directly in your eyes and says

“Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me”

Those words make your hips buck up towards his, feeling his hard dick against your already soaked pussy

Making you moan out the most sexiest of moans Eddie has ever heard, and he’s heard a lot

“Yeah? You feel it too baby?” He says with that same cocky smile

You don’t even care anymore about sounding desperate or really about anything in this moment

So you bite your lip looking into his eyes as you moan out an “mmhmm”

He leans down and begins kissing you again, it’s so hot yet sloppy, spit is coming out from the sides of both your mouths but it just adds to turning you on even more

You break the kiss as a line of spit still keeps your lips connected

“Please” you whisper to Eddie

“Please what baby? What do you need me to do?” He whispers back

“I need you to touch my pussy” you say with a burst of confidence

“Fuck” Eddie says to himself “you need me to rub that pretty little clit of yours baby?” He says so fucking sexy you could burst

“I bet your already so wet for me, huh?”

God he’s such a cocky son of a bitch, but you’re loving every second of it

“Yes, Eddie I’m so wet for you, only you”

He lifts his head up stopping his hand movement on your thigh

“Yeah? Only for me? Is that why you said my name? You wanted me to be touching you instead?”

Your cheeks heat up at that question you’re already so far gone to care about lying

“Yes, I thought about you the whole time” you moan out as his finger tips graze over your pussy

“Mmmm baby, fuck, you could’ve just told me you wanted me to fuck you”

“But s’kay, we’re here now and I’m gunna take such good care of you”

part 4

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ceilings, plaster, can’t you just make it move faster?

Steddie Week / Day 2: Fluff and Angst ( @steddie-week )

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There��s beeping on his side as Steve slowly gains consciousness. He can hear birds chirping, and the trees dancing against the wind. Which was weird, because he remembers closing the window last night.

“Pst! Steve!”

Steve’s eyes shot open, jumping out the bed to reach for his spiked bat when he sees Eddie’s head wedged between his bedroom windows. He looks like a damn burglar.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Steve drops his bat, rushing to open the windows wider, “Eddie? What the hell are you doing?!”

Eddie jumps clumsily inside the bedroom, “Like a ninja!” Steve bites down laughter. If he looked as dorky as this man, he doesn’t even know why Nancy dated him.

“Why are you here?”

Eddie pokes his ribs, “Are you really asking me that?”

Steve swats his hand away, “Yes. It’s a perfectly normal question to ask when you’ve just been woken up by a man who climbed your roof.”

“Sweetheart,” Eddie sings, “We have a date.”

Steve gapes at him, “What? Was that today?”

“Yes.” Eddie laughs. There’s no hint of anger or remorse in his voice, “Go on, get ready for the day. I’ll make you some brunch.”

Rushing to get ready, Steve showers and dresses up in his favorite Levis and polo. His hair also doesn’t take him more than 5 minutes to sculpt. It’s like he’s having the luckiest damn day ever. When he finally walks out of his room, the smell of waffles and coffee spreads through his senses.

Steve sits on the counter, “I am sorry for forgetting about our date, Eds. It completely slipped my mind.”

Eddie laughs, pushing a plate of waffles in front of him, “No worries, sweetheart. You’re still healing, you deserve all the rest.”

There’s a pause as Steve squints at him.

“Healing? Healing from what?”

Eddie shakes his head, “None of that now. Eat so we can go to the carnival.”

“Carnival?” Steve perks up at the mention of a carnival, “There’s a carnival in town?”

Eddie nods, his mouth stuffed with a forkful of waffle. Steve’s always wanted to have a carnival date, but the last time the carnival was in town, Steve was too busy trying to stay alive in an underground Russian bunker.

“Yep! So get some food in you and we’ll go. We’re burning daylight here.” Eddie urges him to eat.

Steve laughs, “Slow down. The carnival won’t leave.”

Steve takes the first bite of his waffle and literally moans on the spot. The waffle melts on his mouth, a combination of sweet and soft sensations bursting.

“Oh my god.” He moans, stuffing himself another bite, “Did you freaking make this?!”

Eddie smirks, “Yes.”

“Why the hell is it so good?”

“It’s my mom’s recipe. I only pull it out for the pretty boys.”

Steve chokes on a bite, his cheeks flushing, “So I am just another pretty boy now, huh?” Eddie cackles at his reaction, pushing a glass of water his way.

There’s a twinkle of warmth in his eyes, and a smile so soft Steve knows for sure it’s only for him, “The prettiest boy.”

-

The carnival was— perfect. It had everything Steve has ever wanted to try. In a sense, it’s like everything was catered for his pleasure.

Steve looks around in wonderment, as people walk and move past them, “Dude, we should’ve bought the kids!”

There’s a sharp pain in his chest as he remembers the kids, but it's gone as quick as it came. Steve clutches his chest, chasing the pain.

Eddie looks at him, hands immediately wrapping around him in concern, “Stevie? Are you okay?”

“No. I— I just—“ He tries to straighten up and he feels… nothing, “Nothing. I think my heart skipped a beat or something.”

Eddie smirks at him, but his eyes soft with worry, “Sweetheart, I haven’t even held your hand.”

Steve feels his face heat up, “Oh, shut up.”

“Well. Which one do you want to do first? Ride some rides? Play some games?” Eddie pulls him by the hand, intertwining their hands together as they walk around the park, “You know what, I’ll win you one of those bears from one of the games!”

They spend the next few hours just playing and riding rides. They tried numerous carnival foods that Steve was never allowed to try as a kid. It's the first time Steve has actually gone to a carnival and had fun. Eddie’s loud and crass and wonderful in so many ways. He has tricks for game after game, and even if he’s scared on some rides, he still rides for Steve.

It’s the perfect date.

“Eds, you can stop trying. You’re wasting your money.” Steve whispers as Eddie hands more money to the carnival personnel.

“I am going to get you that damn bat toy and I won’t stop until my wallet is empty.” Eddie winks at him, as he squats and stares at the barrel of the water gun.

Eddie concentrates intensely as he tries to get the water to shoot on the hole. The personnel look bored as he watches them, but Steve only has eyes for Eddie. There’s pure determination on his face, squinting hard so he can finally win the damn bat toy. Steve shouldn’t have should interest on it to begin with.

The lights above it start lighting up one by one, Eddie just has to reach the top and he can finally get the stuffed toy. Steve doesn’t even realize that they won because he was only staring at Eddie.

“Jesus Christ! Finally!” Eddie grabs the bat toy from the personnel, hopping up and down with joy. His lips stretched into a huge smile, and his eyes bright with excitement.

Steve wishes he could stay in this moment forever. In this light and sparkling moment with this person that he could love— this person he might already love.

“One bat stuffed toy for your majesty.” Eddie kneels one knee, and presents the stuffed toy like it’s a bar of gold. Steve plays along, nodding ceremoniously, before taking the bat into his hand.

It’s not a bar of gold, not a crown, not a diamond. But it’s Steve’s most prized possession.

A personnel walks past them, shouting in a megaphone, “One more hour till closing!”

“The carnival’s closing?” Steve asks as Eddie straightens up.

“Apparently. You want to do one last ride?”

Steve shrugs, “Sure. I think I have…” He pauses, tries to think of what he had planned for tomorrow. Weirdly enough, he can’t think of anything.

Eddie pulls him along, “There’s one more ride I want to visit before the sun sets.”

As they walk past the stalls, the lights start flickering open. Bright, colorful lights start surrounding them. It’s not dark enough yet, but Steve knows it’ll be beautiful in the dark.

“Here!” They enter the line for the ferris wheel, which was surprisingly empty, “Come on!"

The personnel lets them in on one of the carts, smiling respectfully as he locks it, “See you on the other side.”

The wheel starts moving, slowly but surely and soon enough, they’re on the top. From where Steve is sitting he watches as people walk around the carnival like tiny little ants. The sky starts changing its colors. The bright blue, turning into a softer orange and pink.

“It’s beautiful.” Steve whispers, breathless as he sees the entirety of his hometown.

Eddie chuckles quietly beside him, reaching for his hand and taking into his, “It is.” Steve turns to him and catches his eyes on him.

The ride stops as they arrive at the top. The cart moves ever so slightly, and it feels like someone lulling him to sleep. Steve lets his head fall on Eddie’s shoulder as he watches the scene in front of him.

“Did you have fun today?” Eddie asks, his thumb softly caressing Steve’s hand.

“Yeah.” Steve sighs in content, “I think I’m going to bring Robin here tomorrow.”

A sharp pain stabs him again, the same one he felt earlier. Steve jolts up, as he clutches at his chest again, massaging it slowly, “What the hell is that?”

“I think it’s time, Steve.” Eddie says, there’s a hint of sadness in his voice.

Steve turns to him, confused, “Time for what?”

Eddie moves closer, cupping his jaw into his hand, “Time for you to wake up.”

“I am awake.” Steve pulls away, narrowing his eyes.

He shakes his head, “No, sweetheart. You have to wake up.”

The beeping is back, and Steve swings his head around to see where the sound is coming from. He gasps as he looks down at the ground, all of the people are gone now. It’s just— It’s just him and Eddie, on top of the ferris wheel.

“What’s happening?” Steve demands.

Eddie tilts his head, “You don’t remember?”

Steve shakes his head, as Eddie takes his hand again, “Here. Close your eyes.”

He gulps, but obeys. The beeping subsides.

Eddie starts talking, “We went back to the Upside Down, to finish what we started and then—“

Lights start flashing in his eyes, like thunder striking in the dark. Vines strewn everywhere in the ground.

Steve remembers screaming, lots of screaming. He remembers running in front of Robin. He remembers using all his strength, he remembers killing a monster, he remembers using his body as a shield. He remembers— he remembers pain. All around his body, like sharp pain, heightened a thousand times over. He remembers hearing sobbing and Robin begging him to stay.

He tried.

Steve gasps awake. “Robin? Is Robs okay?”

Eddie grins at him fondly, “Yes, sweetheart. Robin is alright.”

Steve looks down at his hands, “Am… I dead?” His eyes widened in realization, “Eddie? Are you dead?”

“I am not sure, sweetheart.” Eddie shrugs, “I don’t remember a lot either. I just woke up here and then— I remembered that before we went to fight Vecna, you…” Eddie laughs, his cheeks flushing, “You asked me on a date. To go to a carnival. So here I am.”

The beeping is back, and it’s louder than ever. There’s a gust of wind that brings a soft whisper, “Dingus. Please.”

“Robin’s calling me.” Steve whispers.

“I know.” Eddie says back, “You have to go back.”

“We have to go back. Together.”.

Eddie smiles at him, but it’s small and painful and Steve hates it. “I can’t hear any beeping, Stevie.”

His lips quiver, Steve starts shaking his head, “No. No. We have to go together or I am not leaving.”

Eddie holds onto him tighter, “No. You have to go back. You have to wake up.”

“Will you be there?”

Eddie blinks, pursing his lips in contemplation, “I am not sure.”

Steve clenches his jaw, swallowing the lump forming on his throat, “Are you real? Was any of this real?”

Steve looks around. The carnival is now gone. It’s just him, and Eddie and the ferris wheel. The sky is still there, watching over them in a combination of beautiful orange and pink hues. The sun is still setting, vividly and slowly. The end slowly sinking into the horizon.

Eddie giggles, “Of course, I am real, sweetheart. Everything was real.”

“Then I want to stay.”

“No, baby. You have to go back. Listen to the wind.” Eddie pulls him closer, leaning his forehead into his.

Steve lets his eyes flutter shut as the wind shakes the cart, tiny little voices being brought by the wind, tiny little pleads from Robin, Dustin, Max, Erica— from everyone. Everyone pleading and begging for him to wake up and come back.

“Can you hear it now?” Eddie asks.

Steve nods against him, as Eddie continues, “Everyone needs you. You have to go back.”

“I promise to find you. When I wake up, I will find you.” Steve promises, because there’s no way in hell he’s going to live in a world without Eddie Munson in it.

Eddie nods, there’s a look in his eyes that doesn’t fully believe it, but he says, “I’ll be waiting for you, sweetheart.”

Eddie leans over, his lips soft against Steve’s. Steve tries to map it out, tries to memorize it as best as he can. Eddie’s lips are chapped and rough, but it’s the softest and most gentle kiss Steve has ever had. He reaches over to wipe the tears streaming down Steve’s cheeks.

The beeping gets louder, insistent and— There’s a sharp pain in his chest and it feels like getting struck by lightning.

Eddie pulls away, “Wake up, sweetheart.”

There’s heaviness in his chest and then— Steve gasps, opening his eyes. It feels exactly like being drowned, and being able to finally breathe again.

“Oh my god! Steve!” He hears a voice sob. It’s a voice he would recognize anywhere.

The heaviness lifts away, and silhouettes surround him. Steve holds out his hand, and someone takes it.

“Dingus.” Robin sobs, “I thought I lost you.”

Steve can feel tears running down his cheeks. He looks around, his eyes getting used to the light. He blinks at everyone, roaming his eyes on each one of them.

He turns back to Robin and behind her is a big window. The sky is streaks of orange, the sun obviously setting. It looks exactly the same as the sky from his dreams. It was real.

Steve opens his mouth, his tongue feels heavy and sharp, but he wills himself.

“Eddie.”

(The beeping starts slowly, barely even there. The cart lulls against the wind and caresses his cheeks, with it a silent whisper of his name.

He smiles and waits.)

#steddieweek2023 #day 1: fluff and angst #aha #im back on my shittttt back on my rooootssssss #surprise mfers i love you all #heavily inspired by ceilings by lizzy mcalpine #steddie #steddie ficlet #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie headcanon #steddie hc #steddie fanfic #dae writes #daeheadcanons

[searchingforplanes]

All that I do is wait for you.

Notes: I’m a feminist but not when it comes to Matty Healy, clearly. On a more serious note, I wanted to participate in the tag cleanse so, here it is! 

P.s. It’s very loosely inspired by 'Batphone' by Arctic Monkeys and 'Wives and lovers' by Jack Jones bc they’ve been on repeat lately

TW: MDNI!, typos (english is not my first language), traditional gender roles/stay at home girlfriend brain rot, religious themes (I don't even know how that happened), smut 

WC: 1.9k 

You wait in silence on the rug of the living room, your back to the couch, your knees drawn up against your chest. Everything about this moment feels appropriate, normal, even comfortable, from the stiffness of your now cold limbs to the slight smell of smoke and ashes coming from the wood stove in the corner, the only light source that you allowed yourself to keep on.

It suits you, an almost hermit-like situation, silence as your only companion in a never ending wait for salvation. 

He had called you several hours prior from an airport located in a warmer country, telling you he was on his way. You knew it. Of course you knew it. You didn't talk much during touring days but you religiously kept track of his schedule, every stop carefully listed by him on a piece of paper now attached with an apple-shaped magnet on the refrigerator door. Little boxes accompanied each one of them for you to cross; today, the last little square was ticked off.

You recall the first time you had to welcome him home after such a long time. You had felt lost. Did he need anything? A ride from the airport, a warm meal, a new set of lingerie to rip off of you? You had pondered his return so much that your mind had started to suggest you had chosen a life that couldn't belong to you. Sooner or later, you had thought, he would have realized your inadequacy to fill the spot beside him at dinners or at the pub, to fill his house, to fill the rest of his life with, maybe even his grave in the family chapel up north. Concerns, heavy like lead, had crowded your head to the point you felt the ground underneath you flex under the weight. 

First times are often embarrassing, sweet or clumsy, but the first time he had returned home to you it just felt… wrong, like you couldn’t provide him with an appropriate welcome. The echo of his footsteps around the house had felt chastising and more similar to the sound of whip to the one of your lover's return. 

You had spoken to him about it some time later, explaining the lack of purpose you felt laying there, waiting for him to rescue you instead of welcoming him, and he, of course, had told you not to worry, and that 'he wasn't a soldier, he was just doing his job like a normal human being'.

While you trusted him, you realized that the former suggestion resonated with you in a way that you couldn't quite comprehend at first. Maybe it was distasteful to think about his absence that way, considering that greed and gluttony would be the only real threats to his well being while on tour, but the lack of him made you feel like a military widow nonetheless. In a way, you were sharing him with an entire nation, multiple ones even, all waiting for him to offer guidance to his community. The parallel probably didn't make any sense, but it gave you a purpose.

That's why a cherry tart was in the fridge, Nick Drake was softly singing from the record player and you were now sitting facing the windows with wet hair and red lipstick on, waiting for him to turn up. A silly little routine maybe, but comforting, something that generations of awaiting women before you probably had done, the anxiety of being nice and put together for the man you love.

Suddenly your train of thought is cut off at the shower of light that fills the room. It's a sudden flash, the rays filtering through the blinds and painting your face striped before the glow of his low beams curves slightly and then dies on the driveway, replaced by a quick splash of orange. 

You could recognize it anywhere.

It's like experiencing the beginning of the universe, like discovering that life exists outside these four walls, a big bang happening just outside the windows, giving you a world to finally live in. You slowly get up, counting down the twenty seconds it will take for your Adam to reach his garden of Eden. 

His silhouette finally fills the glass door frame, standing straight to watch yours behind the frosted barrier. He pushes the handle and finally he’s in front of you, the first man to ever exist. It’s routine now, his hand coming behind your back to push you towards him and then coming to your waist, grabbing at the fabric of your white nightgown and crinkling it with his tan fingers, the other hand still on the handle, his lips coming down to leave a butterfly-weighted kiss at the corner of your upper lip, the gesture so delicate it could have been the night breeze. 

Soon you’re in bed, the white cotton covering you giving the appearance of innocence, contrasting widely with the man kneeled at the foot of the mattress. He looks like sex personified. He has discarded his shirt on his way to the bedroom, following the flowy nightgown up the stairs, and he is now unbuckling his belt with one hand, the other keeping your foot in place, caressing the ankle with his middle finger. Without the support of the leather strip his dress pants fall just a little lower on his hips, gracing you with the spectacle of his ‘v’ shaped abdomen and his rose tattoo. You don’t dare move just yet, enjoying the way he naturally takes the lead. He unbuttons his slacks, standing up to undress himself completely, half-lidded eyes never leaving your figure. He then crawls over, lifting the nightgown just above your belly button, littering your stomach with small, wet kisses, lingering on your pelvis before crashing his tongue flat against your cunt. He caresses your thighs while he eats you out, slowly lifting your legs to circle his head with, clamping around his ears, the tips of his fingers barely grazing upon the skin, agonizingly ticklish. He slowly trails two of his fingers down and into you, curling into your sweet spot with surgical precision while his lips suck on your clit with unrelenting eagerness. You are panting furiously, swears cascading off your lips with ease and mixing with pleads of his name but he suddenly stops, raising his head just enough so that his breath is still teasing your core.

‘You need you to be a little bit louder princess, I can’t hear your sweet moans with the way you’re crushing my skull’ 

You desperately nod, anything to have him back there and, just as a little aid, you slide your legs down to his throat, choking him slightly and eliciting a deep groan out of him. He instantly resumes with flickers of his tongue, making sure to maintain eye contact with you while you reach your high again. You cross your ankles on his back,tightening the grip around him and cutting his blood flow just a tad more; he takes the hint, increasing the rhythm of his fingers until you’re cumming on his face, completely enveloping him for good with your limbs, his name reverberating in the air like a sinful litany. 

He climbs your body in a couple of swift moves and now you’re face to face, his wet, swollen lips brushing yours, his breath hot against your cheeks. He looks quite a state. Unruly curls, sunken cheekbones, a rosy flush across his neck.

‘Welcome back, baby’

He chuckles darkly, his erection twitching against your thigh, pressing into your flesh through his boxer in search of relief. You slide your hand across his chest, almost feeling his ribs. You’d love to tear him apart just to count them, just to make sure that you haven’t dreamt it: there’s a missing one. God, if he exists, made you out of it, out of him. Maybe that’s why you’re always trying to be as close as possible to one another.

He does just so, after peeling the last piece of clothing off himself, sliding inside of you like he hadn’t left in the first place. He starts moving slowly, standing a little straighter to watch you squirm and whine.

‘What’s wrong baby? Do you want me to stop?’ He coos. He knows exactly what you want, the condescending tone not helping your situation. 

‘Need- need to feel you better’

‘Is that so, princess? Did I make you too wet? Let you make it up to you, yeah?’

He finally undresses you completely, crumpling the nightgown in his hands, bottoming out completely and wiping your cunt, the friction causing a small moan out of you. 

When he finally thrusts into you again, the burn is so delicious you can feel your eyes roll into your skull.

‘Is that better baby? You’re such a dirty fuck doll, so eager for this dick that you want it to feel it split you open’

You choke out a broken moan, fire licking up your limbs and feeding the warm feeling in your lower stomach.

‘Answer me princess, don’t be shy’

‘Y-Yeah I am Matty, fuck’

His thrusts get faster as a way to reward you, the effort making his smirk fade in favour of a much more fucked out expression. He’s on the edge as much as you. You can feel the pleasure reaching an impossible level of tightness in your stomach and you grab his forearm with your hand  in anticipation, fingernails planting into his tattoos. 

‘Keep looking at me when you cum on my cock kitten’ 

Matty’s request sounds more like an order you can barely follow when your orgasm actually hits you, eyelids fluttering and hands scratching his tense back, your legs twitching like a shock wave had just hit you. Matty does his best to ground you, his hands keeping your hips glued to the mattress while he keeps fucking into you. 

‘Matty you can’t anymore, ‘m too overstimulated’

He coos at you, sweetly condescending, your whispered pleas almost amusing him.

‘Yes you can, baby. Just a bit more, okay? I’ll cum with you, promise’

You nod your head the best you can, feeling the tension starting to rise again when he starts to gently rub at your clit with his thumb, leaning to cover your cheeks with small kisses that contrast with his frantic thrusts.

‘Where do you want me, princess?’

It’s a rhetorical question, you both know it, but you don’t seem to be able to answer him. Even with your mouth agape, air isn’t filling your lungs, and you can only trust him to understand you when you trail a hand down to your lower stomach, resting it on the spot where you can feel the head of his cock hitting. 

He smirks down at you, his expression scrunching up a second later when he feels you clenching around him. 

‘I’ll fill you up good, kitten, don’t worry about it, you just have to let go. Wanna feel you milking my cock for what it’s worth’ 

His words finally make you crumble a second time, tears brimming your eyes while he fucks you through your orgasm until he is on the brink too, admiring your fucked out expression before releasing inside of you. 

He rolls off of you, his arms coming to cradle your head while you try to regain your breathing rhythm. 

‘I’m never gonna leave again’

You chuckle and slap his heaving chest.

‘You will, but I’ll wait for you. All that I do is wait for you.’

#matty healy #matty healy blurb #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy oneshot #the 1975

[stnexus]

thinking about…wash day with s.geto!

mature audiences only — fluff

suguru geto x blk!fem!reader x satoru gojo (somewhat)

warnings: alludes to nudity but nothing is happening, L-bombs dropping(?)

names uses (?): baby boy, pretty girl, princess, pretty baby

poly relationship between satosugu + reader! but mostly geto in this. most of my gojo and geto stories are set in normal modern day society unless stated otherwise.

word count: 830+

rain pitter pattered against the brick walls of the house. causing a somber feel for the three on the inside, seated on the black couch in a tangle of limbs. you were seated on geto’s lap, your back against his chest — head resting against his shoulder. while gojo’s head lay on your lap, geto’s fingers raking through his white tufts.

it was still early, eight in the morning to be exact. the old reruns of looney tunes and scooby doo ran back to back on the flat screen television. all three of you were quiet as the screen flickered through different scenes — laughing at the appropriate times.

until—

“today would be good for my wash day actually…” you hummed lazily as you peered up at geto for a split second. then tilted your head down towards gojo, your manicured nails coming up to caress his face.

“it would be, ya’ have everything you need?” geto replied lowly.

“yeah,” you spoke softly, “satoru you wanna help me again this time?”

“can i take a nap first? and will there be food involved at some point?” the man replied drowsily.

“if you take a nap you won’t wake up until midday and you know how long my wash days are…” you pouted a little as you complained. your hand that caressed his face reaching back to play with geto’s hair. until an idea crossed your mind,

“suguuuu,” you called out in a sing songy voice. only for him to hum in reply that he’d heard you.

“you want to do wash day with me, baby boy?” you tilted your head towards him as you mustered up your best smile. “i can wash your hair, you wash mine…”

—

“not the purple one, that’s for satoru,” geto spoke with his back turned to you. head reared back as far as he could go so you could reach his head. the shower water falling onto his body in a sort of rhythm.

“oh i know, last time i grabbed it blindly and he almost killed me. talkin’ bout it’s too expensive to be wasting. wait until he finds out how much my hair care products cost…”

“…how expensive are we talking..?” geto got quiet for a second, remembering that he gives you his card to buy most things. from new sets of nails, hair care products, and more.

“uh…i don’t know,” you replied a little hushed, “act like i didn’t say that. love you by the way.”

“yeah, okay, love you too. my card is staying in my wallet from now on— tss, shit (Y/N).”

a small tug on his almost waist length black hair cut his joking words short as you giggled at his reaction. shampoo lathering up under your hands. as you worked it through his hair he held his eyes shut. taking in the peaceful moments that would lead up to him washing your hair in return.

“you think satoru’s hair would turn yellow if he didn’t have this? like people who are blond?”

“probably, it’s probably why he threw a fit about it. hell, i just remembered i buy his hair care products too,” geto confessed with a laugh as he massaged shampoo over your scalp. “you two are robbing me blind.”

“it’s okay,” you hummed almost mesmerized by his fingers working the the shampoo into your head, “ ‘toru will play the next time we eat out…”

“alright princess,” geto spoke softly, “switch spots with me so i can was the shampoo out and put your conditioner in.”

doing as he asked, you moved so you were closer to the water, facing him as he reached above you to detach the shower head to rinse the shampoo out. you studied his face at he did so. both your boyfriends were absolutely breathtaking, and they had always told you the same. always gloating on about their pretty girl, their princess, or their pretty baby. it was like a competition of who could be the most breathtaking in the shared home. the mere thought pushed a laugh from your lips. causing geto to look down at you with a smile.

“and what’s going on in that pretty head? what are you laughing at now, huh,” he questioned. there he goes again, using one of their favorite words to describe you. he’d hooked the shower head back on its metal holder, and began covering your hair in conditioner.

“oh nothing,” you beamed, “just thinking about you and ‘toru.”

the response warranted no other callout from him. instead he bent down slightly. pressing a kiss into your lips, deepening it for a few seconds before he pulled away.

“did you bring your comb in so i can help you detangle?” he questioned.

“it’s right behind you,” you pointed to the black wide-tooth-comb that sat next to your bottle of shampoo on one of the tub’s shelves.

grabbing it quickly, geto ushered you to turn your back to him, “now the real journey begins, but we’ve got it, sweetheart.”

#❁ thinkin’ #𖦹 thinkin’ about… #geto suguru x black reader #geto x black!reader #suguru geto x reader #geto x reader #geto fluff #suguru geto x black!reader #suguru geto fluff #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x black!reader #satoru gojo x black!reader #gojo x reader #satosugu x reader #satosugu #satoru gojo x reader #satosugu x black!reader #satosugu fluff

[charlesslut16]

hii, could you do one with YN having curly hair and Carlos being obsessed with her hair and she doesn't normally like when people touch it but she just let's him?

ps.: sorry if I wrote something incorrectly, english isn't my first language

- love your work 💜

-only you can touch my hair-

summary : carlos is the only one, who can touch your hair.

PAIRING : carlos sainz x fem!reader

WARNINGS : none.

note : i hope you like it eve if it a little short.

masterlist 

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Since you were a little girl, you had always long, thick curtly hair. This still remains till today. You loved your hair, you took great care of it, to make sure that it wouldn't get damaged.

And because you loved your hair so much, you would never let anyone touch it. Your mother, father, siblings, friends, no one was allowed to touch your precious curly hair.

Until Carlos came into the picture. He loved your hair, the same way you loved it. He was literally obsessed with your hair. Carlos always wanted to touch it, since it felt like silk.

In the beginning of your relationship, you were reluctant, to let carlos touch your hair. You always told him, that if he touched your hair, it would get greasy and carlos always accepted it.

But after some time, he really wanted to touch it. It may sound really weird, but he loved your hair. The way it fell down your shoulders and how it shone in the light.

Carlos also wanted to comfort you with it. When you were sad, carlos wanted to stoke your head to calm you down or to relax yourself. But he always held back, as he knew how much it meant to you.

But now the hair situation changed. You still hated it if someone touched your hair, but when carlos touched it you were okay with it, which made carlos very happy.

So to say this, you hated if someone else than Carlos touched your beautiful curly hair.

Both of you were in your shared bedroom. Carlos sat on the bed, while you were doing your hair and make - up. In the middle of your makeup routine, carlos came up to you and gave you a kiss on your head.

"How long is this going to take? Can I go to the shower before you need help?" Carlos asked you and weaved his large hand through the curly mess on your head.

"Maybe fifteen or twenty minutes, you can shower, Querido." Carlos nodded, gave you a kiss on your hairline and walked to the bathroom to shower, as you were invited to a birthday.  Beloved

But before he showered, carlos walked back into the room and roomed through your shared closet to find the fitting clothes for the birthday of your friend.

After carlos showered, he walked into the bedroom again, now fitted in white jeans and a blue shirt.  Carlos saw that you were finished with your hair and that you just needed to spray setting spray on.

He took the bottle out of your hand and sprayed it on your hair. He took it into his hand, so that the spray could get everywhere. As he was finished, you stood up and looked at him.

"Te he dicho que tu cabello se ve excelente, mi amada niña?" Did I tell you that your hair looks great, my beloved girl?

"Tal vez una o dos veces, mi hombre guapo." You said with a teasing smile on your face. You laid your hand on his broad chest, and he pulled you closer. Maybe once, or twice, my handsome man.

"Well, your hair looks absolutely perfect, my dear."

"Thank you. Are you finished, so we can go, we will be late if we do not go now."

"I'm finished." Carlos answered and you gave him a short nod. You wanted to take your bag, but carlos was faster and snatched it away from you. His motto was that he would carry everything for you.

You just shook your head and walked to the front door and putted your high heels on that fitted your dress perfectly. And seconds later, Carlos came down to put his shoes on.

Finished, you walked out of the door to carlos Ferrari, that was parked in front of the garage. He opened the passenger door for you and then closed it to walk to his side.

As he was in, he gave you your bag and started the motor, so you could drive. But before you drove, he gave putted your hair behind your ear and gave you a long kiss.

Then he drove to your destination, opened the door gentlemanlike for you, and you walked with your hands intertwined to the front door and carlos rang the bell.

Your friend opened the door and hugged you immediately, just as she wanted to stroke your hair, while you hugged, but you retreated back to carlos, and he told he that you didn't like to get your hair touched.

She understood and walked you to the table, who the people greeted you both. You sat down on the chair and leaned your side on carlos, who laid his hand on your shoulder.

The people at the table asked about your hair, what products you used and if they could touch your hair, but you always denied them and told them that you didn't like it.

As the people were engaged in their conversations, you looked at carlos with pleading eyes, and he instantly understood what you wanted. Carlos leaned down and gave you a kiss.

While you kissed, Carlos weaved his hand through your hair, curled his finger around your hair and stroked your hair. Carlos is and always will be the only one who can touch your hair.

"Have I told you that you have very beautiful hair, my princess?"

"Yes, my dear. Yes, you did"

#f1 #carlos sainz f1 #f1 fluff #formula 1 #formula one #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz junior #carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr

[dekusdarling]

Happy Birthday

“Shotoooooooo” was the voice that rang out, the voice that brought a grin to Shoto Todoroki’s face as he was poked and prodded in the cheek, an instrumental version of “Happy Birthday” playing in the background.

He almost didn’t want to open his eyes; this was perfect enough as is.

But eventually he did.

“Does IcyHot just never wake up?” The voice of a certain blond grumbled from what sounded like the doorframe, causing Shoto’s eyes to flutter open like a motherfucking Disney Prince.

What he opened his eyes to was basically straight out of a Disney movie in his own mind anyways.

Y/n was there, right in front of him, smiling like the angel they were as they pressed gentle kisses to his face.

“Morning, birthday boy,” they mumbled against his cheek, peppering him with kisses until he couldn’t help but laugh, sitting up in his bed. “Good morning, Y/n. Everyone.” He said with a nod, barely acknowledging the other people in the doorway, of which there were quite a lot. But his eyes were focused on the person in front of him, sitting on his bed and grinning like it was their own birthday.

It was refreshing, the clear excitement, all for him. All from the person he adored most, his partner, his friend, his crazy, wild, sweet, utterly wonderful lover.

He was in a perfect state of bliss the whole morning, where he was dragged to the table and fed numerous amounts of food, all tasty in their own ways, but much better when he had a certain someone on his lap, cradling his face while they fed him strawberries and eggs and toast. He was promised soba for lunch, just how he liked it. He was happy.

Really, truly happy, a happy he hadn’t felt in… ever.

He didn’t even have time to change, clad in his pajamas all day, hair tousled and teeth unbrushed, to which no one complained, and yet he felt anxious. He tried to ignore it, he knew why it was there. All he could think about was what would my old man say?

That wasn’t a thought he wished to have at the moment. It was his birthday, after all, he didn’t need to worry about things like hair and showers. He was 17 now.

It wasn’t until lunch was being made, by Bakugo, who had been nominated best cook a week ago (and was secretly proud of it), when Y/n wrapped their arms around his neck from behind, pressing kisses to his cheek and temple and whispered “Would you like to get dressed, my dearest heart?” to which he nodded and stood up, his mind hazy as he was led back to his dorm and into his bathroom, his hair being brushed for him, and his clothes being picked out.

He deserved it, it was his special day, being doted on came with that. Package deal.

But clearly his mind was elsewhere, something he didn’t realize until Y/n’s hand was on his, which was halfway through pulling off his shirt. A rare blush formed on his cheeks as he yanked his shirt back onto his abdomen, mumbling half thought out apologies.

“Something on your mind, Shoto?” They asked quietly, worriedly, their hands still on his as he nodded solemnly.

He didn’t know what he wanted, he had everything he needed. His partner, his friends, food, gifts, cake (ok, the cake wasn’t quite ready, but he knew it was coming), his famil- oh.

Oh.

He looked back up at them, a sense of true and utter embarrassment on his face as he whispered, “I miss my family.”

Words he didn’t think he would say today.

Birthdays at the Todoroki household were not celebrated in a very… traditional way.

Shoto often got a pat on the back from his old man, and a gift from Natsuo and Fuyumi, often something they’d bought with money they’d scraped together (they were too virtuous, i.e. prideful, to use Enji’s credit card). It wasn’t a whole lot, but it was normal.

He hadn’t spent a birthday away from the house yet. It was an upsetting thought, the mixed emotions whirling around his pretty little head and bringing tears to his two toned eyes, which he wiped away with confusion.

It was a heartbreaking sight, he looked so confused and upset, and on his birthday. Y/n wouldn’t stand for that. Not their baby.

Shoto was led out of the room so fast he almost got whiplash, tripping over his own feet and protesting quietly (“Y/n, I never got changed-”) as she dragged him to the common room and sat him on the couch, nodding to Momo, who brought out a computer, already dialing Fuyumi.

Fuyumi picked up immediately, a smile on her face as she set her own computer down, revealing herself with Natsuo and Enji, all wearing party hats, some of them (ahem, Endeavor) trying to pull the cardboard triangles off. Fuyumi elbowed Natsuo, and they all broke out into the “Happy Birthday” song, pushing and nudging like the perfect, imperfect family they were.

All for Shoto.

He could barely keep it together, tears dripping down his face as he talked, conversed normally with his family, his soba being handed to him quietly.

It really was the best birthday he ever had.

The cake, the song, the kisses Y/n gave him, all the way to the last hour, where Y/n was cuddled up with him, hoping to watch his birthday come to its end.

They fell asleep before it ended.

Shoto Todoroki ended his birthday with a smile on his face, truly happy.

Happy Birthday, Shoto.

#mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha x reader #bakugo #momo yaoyorozu #shoto x y/n #shoto todoroki #shoto x reader #shoto torodoki #todofam #happy birthday #you precious little prince :’(

[noroi1000]

In a few years 3

@mc-reborn there is your request!

Words: 1,8k

Warnings: Spicy content (Gojo's virgin ass is little perverted), alcohol

Summary: Shoko and You prepared a party for Gojo when he has a birthday. A lot was going to happen that day.

"Satoru! Happy birthday!"

He turned to see you in the dorm hallway.

He smiled slightly and saw you walk over to him, suddenly hugging him.

He blushed slightly at your touch, and hugged you too.

"Thanks."

"We have plans today. Don't forget to come to my room tonight." You said running your hand through his hair.

"Okay. I'll come." He said with a smile as he pulled away but kept his hands on your shoulders.

He was happy to hear that!

You planned something for him!

He was supposed to come to your room in a few hours!

The only thing he remembers from his trip to the future is that you will definitely be his girlfriend.

And he remembered nothing else.

Because when you go to the future, you only remember one thing. Namely, what someone sincerely wants.

That's why this item was locked up and unused. Because it did not ensure that someone who returned could tell what happened in the future.

But well, Gojo always knew you'd be his girlfriend one day. He just wanted it, and he knew it would be because he would try.

And if you have a surprise for him, he can tell you his feelings the moment you meet in your room.

He ran to his room and grabbed his things.

He quickly went to the bathroom after training and made sure he didn't smell like sweat.

When he was done, he combed his hair and took the shaver. Covering his face in shaving foam, he began to shave his face (even if he had done it before) to make sure there is no hair on his face.

Even if his hair is naturally white and a little inconspicuous, it's still there. And he's 18 today, so it's normal for him to grow facial hair.

And he doesn't want something scratching your face with a possible kiss.

After a long bath, he came out of the bathroom and put on his white shirt and black pants. Putting his hair more to the side, he checked the time.

He still had time.

So he accidentally fell asleep while he waited.

And he woke up a few hours later as the sun was slowly setting.

He quickly got up wiping his face and grabbed the chocolates he bought for you, running to your room.

Calming his breath a moment later he knocked on the door, hiding the candy for you behind his back.

When You opened the door for him he was even more than happy. But when he went inside, everything fell apart. What he planned and wanted. Everything fell apart!

Because he saw everyone inside sitting around with a bottle inside that was meant to be played.

"Why do you look like this??" Geto asked, looking at his best friend whose hair is combed.

"I combed my hair after showering and it sorted itself out." He said placing his hand on his head, ruffling the white strands.

"You looked so nice..." you muttered as you closed the door behind him. "Shoko arranged it for us, so we'll play spin the bottle by drawing games."

"Strange games." The girl added with a confident smile.

And that smile meant only one thing... that these games would be funny and a little embarrassing.

"What do you need chocolate for?" The dark haired man asked.

"You know, I took it to eat it." He said and sat next to Geto on the Floor, placing a box of chocolates in front of them.

"It's my favorite." You muttered with a twinkle in your eye.

Haibara opened the box and you all saw that it was heart shaped.

"Hearts?" muttered Ieiri with a smile, staring at you and Gojo.

"Does it matter? Chocolate is chocolate." he said rolling his eyes. Pretending he doesn't know anything about their shape.

"We've got our snacks." Shoko pointed to the bags of food.

Packages of chips, crisps, gummies, cookies, other snacks were pulled out. And also bottles of drinks. And some cans of beer.

Shoko will arrange everything for such a party. Especially since it's an occasion for her to drink something.

Everyone got first one, then another can of beer, then another.

Even if someone couldn't like it, you drank slowly anyway, washing it down with sugary drinks or biting into food.

While you were playing games and joking around.

Until finally one of you drew a game involving balloons.

And luckily everyone was drunk enough to do it, because it wouldn't be fun.

When Shoko said she wasn't playing because she wasn't going to touch them, you understood that it was going to be a really awkward and weird game. But funny. You just have to touch...

The bottle pointed to Nanami first, so he stood, followed by Haibara.

The balloon inflated by Geto was placed over Nanami's butt, and Haibara was supposed to press against the blonde so much that the balloon burst.

After a moment of effort and laughter, he managed to squeeze the thing until it broke.

Geto was next, so very quickly the balloon exploded on Haibara's back.

You were supposed to squeeze the balloon on Geto, and you had a big problem because because he was so tall you couldn't hit the balloon properly with your body. Everyone laughed as you wrapped your arms around his waist and jumped to pop the balloon.

"I can't do it!" you laughed as the balloon popped off. "Don't give me a balloon of steel!"

"Give it to me!” Gojo shouted, grabbing the balloon he came up behind you and placed the thing on the bottom of your back. “Now watch how it's done. And then I'll help you do it with Suguru."

He grabbed your waist, and pushed his body forward once, hitting the balloon and it burst immediately.

And then your bodies came together. Your back on his belly. You blushed with a smile, as did he.

"Now help her with that balloon!" Shoko said, tossing the balloon.

Geto stopped in front of you and the Balloon was placed on your belly. Behind you Gojo who pushed your body by his, and finally you heard the bang of the balloon.

At the same time, the slightly drunk white-haired man tried to pick you up together with Geto, which unfortunately ended in failure because he couldn't lift his friend with one hand at all, while your feet stopped touching the floor when the piece lifted you.

He knocked you over so everyone was on the floor laughing. It was hot. You just felt it.

From laughter, from alcohol, as well as from the atmosphere that was created when it turned out that after the fall you were sitting between Satoru's spread legs.

You were tempted to do something.

And you did.

Because Satoru's lips always seemed soft.

You pressed your lips to his, pressing you closer to him. Putting her hands on his shoulders.

You heard whistling from drunk Shoko on the floor.

When he recovered from the shock, he returned the kiss, opening his mouth slightly.

You blushed and pulled away from him, keeping your fingers to your lips.

At the same time, he pulled you into a kiss again.

"I love you." he said into your mouth.

Your face turned completely red.

You pushed away from him and gracefully left the room, walking fast.

Leaving everyone in shock.

And his with the cold feeling of regret and guilt that you ran away.

Because he couldn't remember the words of his older self from the future.

He didn't remember that he wasn't to worry if you ran away when he confessed his feelings to you. Because you will come back to him anyway.

The party is over.

At night, he went to your room, and without knocking, he came inside.

"(y/n), I'm sorry... I shouldn't..." he said with a slight blush as you sat on the bed.

"Shh. Satoru shut up." You said as you walked over to him. "Why do you always talk a lot?"

"I–."

To silence him, you put your mouth over his, pulling him down by his neck.

"I love you too..." you whispered softly, blushing and hiding in his chest.

"Come over later when the others have gone to bed, okay?" you asked as he left smiling.

He came as your friend who wanted to apologize. And he came out as your boyfriend. The one you've known for years, and the one you fell in love with.

By the time he got back to you, it was already dark.

He was in shorts and a loose t-shirt. So you must have been in pajamas too. Maybe you two will sleep together?  To wake up in your arms in the morning... It would be great for him...

He opened the door without knocking, just like before.

And looked inside, seeing your bedside lamp turned on.

His eyes widened as he saw you standing next to the bed, your back to him, undressing.

He knew it wasn't right and he shouldn't have watched you do it while you changed.

But he couldn't look away.

It was a beautiful sight.

His virgin ass couldn't stop thinking about your body.

As you took your bra off, leaving you in your panties, he felt the front of his pants tighten.

The door creaked open and he turned to see him staring at you with his eyes wide open, devouring every inch of your body with his eyes.

"Satoru!" you screamed, covering yourself as much as you could.

And your scream made him panic, causing him to leave quickly, slamming the door.

He leaned against the wall next to him, his face red as he stared at the jutting bulge in his shorts.

When he heard the door open, he turned sideways to you so you wouldn't see anything between his legs.

"Satoru, you could have just knocked." You said to him as you stood by. "You shouldn't come in right away...I..."

"Sorry. I didn't think. And you're beautiful..." he murmured.

Even though he's always so brave, even while you're close, now he's helpless. His real virgin's self has come to light, because he is unable not to blush and do such a thing without shame.

Even though he will later be a walking pervert who would do anything with you.

"Satoru..." you said softly.

"Don't come over, I..." he groans as they turn their backs on you.

You hugged his back.

Every time you hugged him, everything was normal. And the face? Now all he could think about was your soft breasts pressing against his back.

"If you want something, just tell me. After all, we're a couple now. And I've known you for years... So you can speak boldly..."

He turned to you and you tried to ignore his shorts. With flushed cheeks, you dragged him to your room so no one would see you in this awkward situation.

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jujustu kaisen #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #Student Gojo #gojo #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk #spicy content

[misscinnamonroll16]

Brozone diner au: the day John Dory took off part three

The next day, John Dory woke up to his alarm like he normally would. He went to get up until he remembered he had the day off, so John laid back down to sleep a little longer. Meanwhile Clay didn't realize that opening the diner meant he had to be there earlier than open to get everything set up. A minor setback, he quickly got everything set up the way it was supposed to be after opening for customers. Soon the diner was running smoothly, orders were rang in, food was taken out, people paid and left. It was all good until the back doorbell rang. “Who could that be?" Clay asked, working on an order. “I don't know. I'll check." Bruce said, wiping his hands on his apron. Bruce went to the backdoor, opening it to a young troll with a dolly full of boxes. “I have a produce order for a John Dory." The troll said. "Oh he's not here today, I can sign for it.” Bruce replied, reaching for the clipboard. "Well if he's not here, it can only be the manager on duty, that you?” The troll asked, holding the clipboard out of his reach. “Technically, yes." Bruce replied, reaching for the clipboard once again. “It's a yes or no question dude." The troll said, once again holding the clipboard out of reach. “We're a family owned diner dude, my brother is the owner. We don't really have a designated manager. I'm the oldest here right now so I'm in charge. I'll sign for the produce. Even if I'm not the ‘manager’ I still work here and can sign for it.” Bruce said, getting a little frustrated. "Ok man, I'll let it slide this once.” The troll said, finally handing him the clipboard. Bruce signed the clipboard quickly and let the troll come in with their produce. After unloading it all, Bruce stood in the back, a little unsure of where to start. “Hey, who was at the door?" Clay said as he came into the back, wiping his hands with a paper towel. "Oh it was just our produce guy. I guess John forgot to mention that it was being delivered today. We have to get this put away but we can't leave the grill line unattended.” Bruce said as he looked around at all the produce boxes. "Well how about I put it away with Branch and you and Floyd work the front.” Clay said as he took a box of tomatoes into the walk-in. “Nah, it'll be you and Floyd. Branch can work the front better if we get busy. I know the customers love Floyd but he gets tired pretty quick." Bruce said, going on the server line to grab Floyd. "Yo, Floyd. I need to go help Clay put produce away. Finish up any of your tables.” Bruce said as he popped onto the server line. Floyd gave him a nod before walking out into the dinning room with a tray of food. Bruce went back on the grill line continuing to make the orders, hoping John Dory was enjoying his day off. JD had woken up a couple of hours later, feeling refreshed, not tired at all. John made his way to the kitchen in his campervan (it's Rhonda but idk if she's sentient in this au) to make himself something to eat only to realize he barely had anything in his fridge or cabinets and all his dishes were dirty. “Guess it's been awhile since I went grocery shopping." John said aloud to himself. JD loaded his dishwasher, starting it before heading to get a shower and get ready for the day. John Dory stripped off his pajamas after turning on the shower, stepping in once it had warmed up. The hot water felt heavenly against his skin, he had to resist the urge to rush through his shower. John took his time washing his body and hair, cringing a little as he saw all the dirt go down the drain. It wasn't that he didn't shower, he did but they were quick cold showers, wiping away the surface level grim. It was nice to do a deep clean, he felt so much better, just standing under the hot water until it started to get cold. John quickly dried himself, walking over to his dresser to grab some clothes. John almost forgot he had normal clothes, not just his work uniforms. John put on some green cargo pants, a white T-shirt and his favorite leather fur vest.

@bzjohndory

#trolls #brozone #trolls clay #trolls floyd #trolls bruce #trolls john dory #branch trolls #fluff with angst #just like the tiniest bit of angst #idk how to write #idk how to tag this

[skvatnavle]

Through Good Times and Bad

Robert 'Bob' Floyd x reader

Notes: Made this for @milestellussy. I hope this soft Bob is just what you need today ❤️

Unbeta'ed.

Warnings: A little swearing and crying. Other than that, just fluff.. and a surprise 😏❤️

Bob sits patiently in your shared home. The tv is on, but nothing that captivates his attention, as he waits for you to come home. His teammates had planned on going out, blowing off some steam. But Bob had turned them down. He would rather spend some time with his favorite girl. He would always choose to spend his downtime with you.

The sound of the door opening gets his attention. The door slowly opens, followed by an annoyed groan and the heaviest sigh he’s ever heard. As he walks out to great you, his face falls when he sees you. Normally with a big, bright smile on your face, you now look tired and on the brink of tears.

When you spot Bob standing there, the bag in your hand drop to the floor and your jacket quickly follows.

“What a fucking horrible day.”

“Hey, language.” He says softly, trying to break the tension. And it works, just for a split-second, where your lips curl up into the faintest smile. But it soon gives away for quivering lips and tears threatening to spill. Bob closes the distance between you and pull you into a tight hug, his hand gently caressing your hair.

“How was work?”

“Awful. Everything is just… too much” you groan, nuzzling closer to Bob. “I’m just gonna aggressively ignore that part of my life until it goes away” you mumble into his neck, causing Bob to giggle.

“I don’t think that will solve anything, sweetheart.” he says with a soft voice. For a minute you just stand there, his strong hands rubbing your back in soothing circles.

“Listen. Why don’t you go take a shower? I’ll have dinner ready, when you get out.”

His kindness is too much and the dam breaks. You sob quietly for a while, and he lets you. Just holds you, letting you know he’s there for you. He’s never loved anyone like he loves you and he would gladly spend the rest of his life making you happy. There’s even a ring in his drawer he plans on slipping onto your finger one of these days.

Breaking away from him, your face is read and puffy from crying, but he still thinks you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. Giving you a soft kiss, he gently ushers you to the bathroom. When he hears the water running, he puts the dinner in the oven. And then he moves onto another surprise.

Fuck. That was just what you needed. Work had been rough the last few weeks and you were so overwhelmed. Today a misunderstanding lead to a fallout with your favorite co-worker and that just pushed you over the edge. You felt like just sitting down and crying, not even wanting to deal with the world right now.

But you pull yourself together and get back out in the living room, just to stop dead in your tracks. The table is set with living candles and fresh flowers from your garden. But that’s not the best part. In front of the tv, there’s a small makeshift bed filled with pillows and blankets. Scattered across the room are candles, lighting the room up in a warm glow. In the middle of it all, is Bob, standing with a single rose and a soft smile.

The scene is enough to get the tears running again as you walk over to him. How did you ever get this lucky? How did you even deserve a man as gentle and sweet as Bob? Taking the rose from him, you take in its scent before gesturing to the room around you.

“You work fast.”

“Well, you were in there for quite a while.” he teases, causing you to smile. That’s the thing about Bob. No matter how awful things were, he could always make you smile. He seemed to always know exactly what you needed.

He leads you to the table and while you eat, you talk about everything else but work. Bob does everything he can to take your mind of your horrible day and it’s working. He makes you laugh, and once dinner is done and 2 glasses of wine consumed, you’re slowly beginning to feel better. But you know the night is far from over.

Forgetting about cleaning up, for now at least, he takes your hand and leads you to the little bed in the living room. By his orders, you sit down as he gets another glass of wine for you and some snacks. Once back, he puts on your favorite movie and pulls you close.

There in his nook, you finally relax. Finally feel at home. For the next few hours, you alternate between talking softly or just laying there in silence. But Bob never stops rubbing your back or holding your hand. If he breaks away, it’s only for a few seconds, before he holds you again.

When the credits start rolling, you push up onto one elbow and look deeply into Bob’s eyes. Those amazing blues you’ll never get tired of. So deep you sometimes fear you’ll drown in them.

“Thank you, Bob. I really-”

“You don’t need to thank me, Sweetheart. I would do this again in a heartbeat.” He says in all honesty, as he cups your cheek, his thumb rubbing circles on your cheek.

“I know. And I love you for that. I really don’t deserve you, I…” you stop, but only to silence Bob with a finger to his lips. He would probably argue that he’s the one not deserving you, but you need him to hear this.

“I don’t deserve you, but I’m so thankful every day that you chose me. You’re always here to cheer me up, always here to make me feel strong.” You pause, looking at Bob with nothing but love. He’s just smiling, taking in every word.

“Even after all this time, I blush when you look at me. Sometimes I wonder what you see in me, but I’m so happy that I have you. I love you so much.”

Bob cups your cheek and as he looks at you with eyes full of love, for a second you forget how to breathe, your heart threatening to burst out your chest.

You lean forward and press your lips against his. It’s soft and sweet, but not enough. You deepen the kiss, the need for Bob pouring into it. You could easily lay like this forever, bodies intertwined and lips dancing against each other, never needing anything but him.

When you break away for air, Bob looks to you, eyes twinkling in the candlelight. Suddenly, he looks bewildered, the gears in his head turning. Breaking into a big grin, he shifts a little, so he faces you.

“Marry me.”

“What… what did you say?” you ask in shock.

“This is not how I planned this at all, and I don’t even have the ring on me, but…” he pauses, and you can hear by the tremble of his voice, how nervous he is. “I love you. When we’re apart, all I can think about is getting home to you. As soon as I’m out that door, I miss you.”

You sit there quietly, shocked, as he speaks. Not because you don’t want to marry him, far from it, but because you never thought anyone would love you enough to wanna spend the rest of their life with you. A single tear stream down your cheek as you smile, still unsure how you got this lucky.

“I love you so much I wanna spend the rest of my life with you, be there for you on days like this. I never want to leave you or live without you. So… Please marry me.”

You lean forward and crash your lips to his. You need to feel him, to know this is real and not a dream. He just chuckles against your lips, before kissing you back.

“I, uhm, take that as a yes?”

“Hell yeah. Yes. A thousand times yes.” you giggle, before planting another brief kiss on his soft lips. As you look into his eyes, so full of love and hope, you can’t help but smile. “I can’t wait to marry you, Robert Floyd.”

“And I can’t wait to marry you, future Mrs. Floyd.” He says playfully, before pulling you into another breathtaking kiss. As he lays you down, his body hovering over yours, you once again can’t believe how lucky you are. What started out as a horrible day, turned out to be the best day of your life.

Thank you so much for reading <3

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[gretnavannfleet]

The Proposal

Danny blurb #1 Word count : 1448

Warnings : fluff, language, mentions of showering together

Danny wagner x fem reader

Danny had always been a hopeless romantic. Breakfast in bed, random flowers, love notes, surprise dates you name it, Danny would do it for me, without me ever asking.

Y/n Pov: Today was a little different. Rather than our normal morning waking up together in a warm bed, maybe hopping in a soothing shower together, I awoke to find Danny not next to me. His side of the bed was cold, already showing that he had been awake for a bit. At first, I thought was normal because I thought I’d find him in the bathroom or, maybe the kitchen, making us some hot tea or coffee but, as I went searching throughout the house I couldn’t find him anywhere.

Maybe some band or family emergency came up, so I checked my phone to see if I got any text from him, the guys, or the Wagner family, but again nothing. I thought of texting him maybe asking where he was but then I thought to myself maybe he needed one morning to himself, I’d understand if he did, sometimes we all need a break from everything.

End Pov

So you let the situation be and decided you’d go on with your morning in silence. You made your coffee, toasted some toast, and sat on your rocking chair on your and Danny’s wrap-around porch just watching the beautiful live oak trees sway in the crisp Tennessee breeze.

Y/n Pov: As soon as lunchtime rolled around I started to get a bit worried so I decided to text Sam. Yet as soon as I started typing up my question I got a text from him.

Sam: Get dressed fast, just make sure you dress nice, at least nicer than casual. I’ll be there in 20 to pick you up. No questions asked. Y/n: Wait what? I’m so confused, what's going on? Where's Danny? Sam: I said no questions… You’ll see what's going on soon. Y/n: Umm.. ok then. See you in 20.

End pov

You started to get dressed, Sam said to dress a little nicer than casual so you decided to go with a nice burnt orange romper with long flowy sleeves, and a nice yet still casual and quite comfortable pair of brown wrap-around sandals. You let your hair flow freely and you were ready.

Sam Pulled into the driveway minutes later and started honking his horn like some crazy man stuck in hours of traffic, by god was it annoying, but that's just Sam for ya.

Y/n Pov: Sam: Looks like you pulled yourself together nicely and in a pretty quick amount of time. Y/n: Well yeah I mean I haven't heard anything from anyone all day I’m eager to know what's going on. Sam: Just relax, everything's fine. You’ll find out everything soon.. For now, we drive.

Oddly enough the car ride was silent, and Sam's normally an avid talker so I could tell he was suppressing telling me something, but what the hell was it?! We did get there faster than I had expected, it was just an open flower meadow and nothing else. I didn't see anyone or anything but grass, flowers, and trees.

Sam: Alright we’re here, get out. Y/n: Ok..?

Sam just drove away leaving you there alone at a place you didn’t know with no one around.

Y/n: What the hell Sam?!

I turned around to check out my surroundings and began walking until I found a trail on a hill. Following along that trail in between the colorful flowers and down the hill I saw a figure come into my vision. One I knew to be Danny. He was turned away, his hair in a claw clip, and he was dressed in all black, his skin kissed by the sun. I could only ever admire him, he has no imperfections whatsoever. I called his name and he turned to me with a smile. Excited I began to run towards him, even in the little time we had spent apart, I missed him.

When I finally reached my lover I jumped into his arms engulfing him in a hug filled with so much love it was like we were in a bubble floating off into some other world.

Danny: You made it. Y/n: Of course I did, I woke up this morning to you gone, so at the first sign of me seeing you today, aka the text I got from Sam, I knew I would be led to you so I came. Danny just stared into my eyes. I could tell he was pondering what to say next, it was as though he was hesitant about what would come if he did say something. Y/n: Danny what's going on?

End Pov

Danny begins to kneel down onto one knee, reaching into his pocket to grab out a beautiful green velvet box and presenting it in front of my teary eyes. He opened the box to present the most simple but elegant ring, a plain gold band with a small moss agate crystal in the middle. Then he began to speak, his words hitting my ears like honey.

Danny: Y/n when we first met at the Kiszkas party in Michigan I knew that I wanted you to be in my life forever. I waited months before bringing up the courage to ask you to be my girlfriend in fear that I’d be rejected. You Y/n, you are radiant as the sun which shines upon this summer's day. Your skin is golden and your hair is soft as silk. I could stand and admire you for hours, days, weeks, and months, and never find any sort of flaw. We’ve been together for four years now and together through the highest of highs and the lowest of lows and we've had some real struggles with touring and going months without physically being with each other, which was so draining, but that hasn't kept us apart, it never will, because the lover we have for each other is so strong. Our love can conquer anything and I would like to pledge my undying love to you by asking you this one question. Will you marry me? Y/n: Yes yes a thousand times yes! Of course, I’ll marry you, you're my best friend, my partner in crime, we’ve been together through thick and thin, and I would love to spend the rest of my life with you.

He beams up at you with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on him. His eyes are shining with the same intensity as the day we met at the Kiszkas party. He couldn’t possibly love you any greater than in this moment.

Danny: I love you so much Y/n.

His heart skips a beat with joy, as he wipes your joyful tears off your cheek while smiling down at you with all the love in the universe. He then leans down his hands around your waist as he looks from your eyes to your lips connecting your lips together. The kiss was otherworldly as though you were bonded together by your soul's warmth surrounding your bodies and you felt whole in that moment.

Y/n: I love you too Danny. My my my you’re such a hopeless romantic. Look at us both here crying in a meadow after you proposed to me and presented the most beautiful heartfelt speech. Danny you really are my other half, my soulmate, it’s like our hearts, our souls, are bonded to one another. I am willing to go across the universe and further for you my love, you are everything to me.

Danny: And you are everything to me, my soulmate, my true love, the one I will give and do any and everything for.

He Pecks your lips once more and you begin to hear cries and claps coming from behind you two. You turn around in utter shock to find your family, the Wagner family and the Kiszka family watching, recording, popping wine bottles, clapping, and crying all together at this very moment.

Y/n: So this is why I hadn’t seen you all day? You got everyone to come here all the way from Michigan? Danny: Yes I did my darling. I wanted this moment to be as special as it could possibly be.

You both ran to the combination of families engulfing everyone in hugs, listening to all of the congratulations and the advice you were receiving.

Sam: Alright, who's ready for some wine?

#danny wagner x reader #danny wagner #greta van fleet #gvf fanfiction #danny wagner fluff #danny wagner fanfiction #danny wagner blurb #danny gvf #jake gvf #gvf x reader #josh gvf #sam gvf #sam kiszka #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #daniel wagner #danny wagner fic #greta van fleet fics #greta van fluff #greta van fic

[tara-the-quiet-bookworm-2016]

Sweet Like Candy (Yandere! Graves x Female Reader fic.) Chapter One)

Summary- You were just a normal young woman, living your life, going to school and work, spending time with your friends, and completely unaware of the man that had been watching you for months. A man that will do everything and anything to make you his...

Authors Notes- Been a hot minute since I wrote anything Yandere on this site. And now I'm dipping my toes in the COD MW 2 pool with a Yandere! Graves' fic. Now the first chapter in kinda vanilla nothing over the top so yeah. But I hope you enjoy. Now on to the story.

Chapter One.

It was a warm summers day, and you lay curled up on your nice comfy bed, absolutely refusing to leave it. However, your alarm clock had other plans as the moment you think of drifting back to sleep it begins to blare, making you jump and grumble. Time for work, and god you are so tempted to just call in sick to work. But you know you can't one you promised your friend Sara you'd take her shift for today, and two you need the money. And honestly though you might bitch and moan you really did love your job at the cafe down town.

Sighing you rolled out of bed, and on to the floor with a groan before getting to you feet and heading to where your bathroom was, intent on getting ready for the day. Stepping into the shower you turned on the water as hot as can be, your fingers running through your hair. as you let your thoughts go. Telling yourself that after work you would need to focus on your homework knowing it was due in a few days. But that seemed to be easier said that done these days and not because of work leaving you burned out. You could never put your finger on it but lately you've constantly felt like you were being watched.

Of course at first you had brushed it off as exhaustion and the fact that you had just moved into your new one bedroom apartment. A small, some what cramped apartment that was...okay. Considering it was your first apartment and rather small, but the rent was cheap and it was also close to your work as well. And commuting to school would be easy as well. But that didn't stop you from feeling like someone was constantly watching you, perhaps it was paranoia considering you lived alone?

'Or perhaps it's just your mind playing tricks on you.' You thought, as water cascaded down your naked body. 'This is your first time moving out on your own. So of course you're a little nervous.' Nodding to yourself you turned off the water, wrapping a towel around yourself as you stepped into your bedroom, moving to your closet you picked out your outfit for the day, and tried in vain to shrug this feeling off. 'Of course it would probably help if you had curtains in your apartment.' You told yourself, as you looked to your bedroom window that looked out at the street, watching as people went about their lives unaware that you existed.

Giving your head a shake you turned away from the window and walked off, heading to the living room you grabbed your purse, making sure you had your phone and keys on you as you headed for the door. And as you descended down the stairs and out the door of your apartment unaware of the person lurking in the shadows, watching you.

***

From the shadows Phillip Graves watched as you walked down the street. A wide smile on his face. There you were right on time, as always. Graves pushed himself off the wall of the building he had been leaning against as he waited for you to leave the safety of your apartment and head to the cafe you worked at. The place Graves had first saw you, and where Graves found himself fixating from the moment you looked at him, a bright smile on your lips as you greeted him.

And for Graves it was at that moment time seemed to stop for the man. Remembering standing in the doorway of the cute little cafe Graves had thought to try out after constantly driving past it on his way to and from work. After all a man in his position wouldn't be able to get half the stuff with out caffeine and your cafe happened to be the only one close enough after the cafe he used to frequent closed down for some reason.

But the cafe you worked at soon opened up, and for Graves it must've been fate as the moment he stepped through the doors of the little cafe was the moment he had met you. Graves smiled remembering how you looked went the bell chimed above the door, and you greeted him. And for Graves it seemed like time stopped as he stood in the doorway. His heart skipping a beat as he moved closer to the counter you were sitting behind.

Graves remembered how his heart skipped a beat when you smiled brightly at him as he somehow managed to get his order out. Black coffee with sugar. And if he was at any other place he would have paid for his drink and gone about his day. But for some reason Graves had decided to stick around, finding a seat with his drink, eyes glued on you. And every once in a while you would glance in his direction as you went about your day. And since then Graves decided to make the cafe you work at his new favorite place, and not because of the coffee or baked goods it sold.

In fact just seeing you had become the highlight of Grave's day as time went on and he managed to strike up a conversation with you. And during those times he found out that you were a bit younger than him and in school, studying to become a vet, your hobbies included video games and hanging out with friends. Now while YOU didn't think that anything you told Graves was overly interesting. But Graves hung on to every word, a small smile on his lips.

And then from then on Graves found himself frequenting the little cafe every single chance he got. Eyes fixed on you as you worked, he knew he shouldn't be so focused on you, told himself that you were too young for him. But despite that Graves found himself fixating on you. Hence why he constantly found himself lurking outside the shithole apartment, constantly waiting for you as you headed for work.

Pushing himself off the wall of the building he headed for his truck. Intent on heading him. Thoughts of you filling his mind, a faint on his lips. He didn't know what it was about you, but Graves hoped as time went on that you would finally see him.

Getting into his truck he drove home.

Authors Note- Yeah, sorry this isn't the greatest first chapter I've ever written. And like I said it's been a while since I wrote anything Yandere. But I assure you things will pick up in the next chapter or two.

Also you can find this fic on my AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/YandereQueen1987

#cod mw2 #phillip graves #Female Reader #Yandere! Graves #I suck a summaries #Kinda vanilla for the first chapter. #Slight age gape #Graves is in his 40's #Reader in her 20's #Sloooowburn #Starts off sweet and innocent #Weak first chapter I'm sorry #Sorry if this seems kind of long and boring.

[webginz]

i had the worst shower ever. i was like, tripping out. reminded me of my "episodes" i had in middle school. just like voices and not knowing where i am. and not being able to get back to reality.

well now im on my way to the dentist, theres no way in hell they wont be able to notice i was just crying. (from fear of going to the dentist, not from the shower thing lol)

im so scared :(

[took out a part here but it was just about stress and disordered eating things from this morning]

then i got to the dentist and it sucked. long dentist story ahead

okay dentist. everything that couldve gone wrong, went wrong.. i tried acting normal, and we had small talk or whatever like normal dentist x ray stuff, but she could instantly tell something was wrong with me, i guess.

she gave me a health form to fill out. i was still chill and this point and was like oh yeah i have blood pressure problems but its only if im up moving around!! so not doing that at the desntist hehe amirite?! i also checked anxiety and i think thats what she wanted. just personal confirmation everything was gonna go wrong.

after she learned i had anxiety, she was nice, too nice imo... like i was a child. im okay with that though i guess. (i mean.. she could definitely tell i was just done crying)

she was like "the xray blanket is heavy and could help with ur anxiety" BUT I WANTED IT OFF AND COULD BARELY TALK SO I JUST NODDED. it made me feel so overwhelmed immediately. THIS IS WHERE EVERYTHING STARTED GOING BAD

im also just constantly aware of my hair and when you lean back on the stupid dentist seat my hat falls off. its like LOOK THE FREAK WHOS SCARED OF THE DENTIST AND PULLS OUT ALL HER HAIR!!

whatever. so there i am on the dentist chair. bald spots for the world to see. xray blanket sensory overload. sunglasses on top of my regular glasses. but im pushing through.

she starts using the tool on my teeth. a metal vibrating thing that sounds like a drill. my worst most awful fear is high pitched drilling noises. if im in a good mood i can put up with them for a bit, but obviously todays not that day. i try not to freak out, but she notices and asks if im okay and im like "yah" (with tears)

but then my mom comes in and shes like "can you not do it a different way?!?!" "shes freaking out" and just making everything WORSE. (used the chaos here to get rid of the dumb xray thing)

ive been on and off hyperventilating through all of this btw... i heard one of the dentist ladies say "shes crying and breathing really fast..." which was like. kill me now please god.

so back to my mom asking "can you not just do it a different way?" they do have a different way btw. without the scary machine! but then dentist lady says "she used this machine the last 2 times she was here? we dont have enough time to do it manually." (proof i was just having a bad day and i totally can be normal!!! but hearing this made me feel awful like i could feel all the dentists were thinking "she did it fine last time why is she carzy today?!?")

she then asked to step away to find the MAIN dentist lady.

at this point i was crying shaking hyperventilating and felt like i was gonna throw up from nervous energy. also my mom is pestering me a bunch (shes concerned but making everything worse, her hearts in the right place tho ily mom)

so big boss dentist lady is here. she says she looked at the xrays (from the beginning, remember?) and i have A GAZILLION CAVITIESSSSSS!!!!!

she says for my dental things from now on i should go to a SEDATION DENTIST!!!!

i was so out of it i didnt even know what to say. well now i do!!!

im not usually that scared. i was having a VERY BAD morning.

the dentist i go to now is all women. the sedation dentist is a MAN, that none of the women there had ever met. I HAVE TO GO MEET A MAN TO SEDATE ME SO I CAN BE ALONE WITH HIM? SO HE CAN DO MY TEETH? i might have a silly joking tone to this post but with this im being so serious. im scared as hell that thats just gonna end with me being raped.

i dont like male doctors/dentists/anything and always have my mom with me when i have to. there was a female assistant when i had my endoscopy and female nurses when i had my surgery. i dont want to be alone, asleep, in a room with a man i dont know. JUST BECAUSE IM SCARED OF THE DENTIST???

god i keep seeing stuff in the corner of my eye as im writing this. i think my psychosis is coming back for some reason.

every things going wrong today and forever

pls like/reply this post if you read it all im sorry for my ranting

#personal #i need a journal im sorry

[listenbuckaroo]

Flowers Part 2 - Courtland Gentry (Sierra Six) x Reader

warnings: none, sweet and happy six w/ his partner :)

word count: 1.2k

summary: your high school sweetheart appears again

a/n: hello everyone, i had quite possibly the worst week. this may be shit and short but i hope you like it <3

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Morning honey,

Please don’t be mad at me for leaving without saying goodbye, I’ll fall into your tiny apartment again soon.

-CG

One year later, the note Courtland left on your counter still remained in its place on your fridge. Glancing at it before you start your day job is one of the best things for you. It kept you going on darker days and brightened your day even more on the good ones. 

It was completely radio silent from him. You didn’t have his phone number, according to the internet he was still in prison, and he quite literally left no trace other than the note in your life. You knew he had to do something secretive and classified due to the way he left that morning. 

Your life had continued on as normal, working day in and day out, attempting to make the most of your days off and not worry about the fact that Courtland could be doing something incredibly dangerous while you worked a 9-5.

Even from a young age you two had talked about being ever forever, you knew he was the one for you and nothing was going to change that. But if he never came back you could never have that conversation with him again. 

When the gentle Saturday sun hit you face something felt different. You didn’t feel tired when your feet hit the floor. The water in the shower nearly immediately got hot enough for you to get in, and your coffee was the best it had been in weeks. 

But nothing topped the knock on your door as you were making breakfast. At 10:30 a knock sounded on your door. You tried to remember if you had ordered anything recently or if the kids down the hall were playing ding dong ditch this early on a Saturday. Holding your coffee in your hands to keep it warm you glanced out your peephole on your door. Nearly dropping your mug you ripped your door open to see your favorite human in front of you. 

Cortland Gentry was standing in front of you, with the most beautiful bouquet of flowers you had ever seen in your life. He proceeded to give you the biggest shit eating grin you hadn’t seen since high school and opened his arms as you tackled him for a hug. 

“Heya honey.” he whispered into your hair. “God, I missed you.” 

You breathed in Courtland, he smelled cleaner this time. Not like the gunpowder and blood that he did last time. But today he smelled like clean soap and spearmint, from the gum he insisted on chewing 24/7. He also looked better, there were no bruised ribs or bleeding forehead that needed tending, just a happy healthy man that you had missed so dearly. 

Never wanting your hug to end, but also not wanting your neighbors to stop and berate you with questions the next time you saw any of them you pulled him inside. He kissed your forehead and handed you the bouquet of flowers you had nearly crushed when you tackled him. The roses and sunflowers complimented each other so beautifully and matched your apartment decor to a T. 

“Here, these are to make up for my exit last time.” He said as you searched for a vase in your cabinets.

You tried to compose yourself, the anger and frustration you felt last time he was here threatened to bubble up over the happiness you felt. 

You couldn’t be a place for him to crash but you also couldn’t give him up. He had been stripped from your life once, and you’d be damned if you were to let that happen again. 

“What happened, Courtland?” you said with your back still to him, trying not to let the tears spill over.

You felt him shift behind in the chair he had made himself comfortable on. A deep sigh and sorrowed eyes met yours when you turned around. He gestured at the coffee pot that was still warm and you poured him a mug. 

“It’s a long story, but I’ll tell you everything that I’m legally allowed to tell you if you have a free day.” He said, sipping his coffee. 

You nodded and sat down next to him with your newly poured cup of coffee. 

Over the next few hours Courtland explained his entire situation to you. From the reason he did what he did in high school, to the reason he got out, and onwards. You learned of his adventures (he spared you the gory details) in other countries that you had only dreamed about going to. By the time he had finished, the coffee was gone, you were hungry and he couldn't stop pacing. 

“I have questions, but I know we're both hungry Courtland so I’ll cook something and we can keep talking, okay?”

“Would you please call me Court?” He asked “you know I always hated when you used my full name.”

“Your name is Courtland, and you broke into my apartment so I don’t think we're on a nickname basis yet.” you said picking up the takeout menus you kept on the fridge. 

“Yes, but we did grow up together, and we also shared a bed the last time I was here.” He said standing up to step closer to you. 

“Even so, I had to wash my sheets three times because even a shower couldn’t get you clean, you stinky ass man.” you said pushing him away and picking up your phone to call in a pizza.

“Oh how dare you..” He said picking you up by the waist, he began tickling you as if you were in high school again play fighting.

The shock and giddiness that wracked your body nearly made your brain short circuit. You were 15 again just hanging out with a boy who you loved, and had no idea of the bad things he had done or was capable of doing. In this moment he was Courtland Gentry, a boy from a small town who loved the people he was close to and would do anything for them. He was no longer a criminal or a CIA agent that didn’t exist. 

He was just Courtland Gentry, and that's all you could ever ask for. When he finally set you down you found yourself planted on the counter and were finally eye level with him. Looking into the eyes that you fell in love with you felt nothing but the urge to kiss him. It may have been a few years since you had kissed anyone, but you had to try.

And after leaning in, Courtland clearly felt the same way. He ran his hand up your thighs and kissed you, not a needy urgent kiss, but one that held emotion and love. It felt like home and you never wanted to leave it, but you both had to pull away eventually for air. 

He rested his forehead on yours and took a deep breath. “I can’t believe it took me 10 years to kiss the love of my life again.” He said and smiled at you. 

You giggled with teary eyes and pulled him in for another hug, not really believing that he was back with you, hopefully for good. 

tags: @spideysimpossiblegirl

#sierra six imagine #sierra six #sierra six x y/n #sierra six x you #courtland gentry x reader #courtland gentry x f!reader #sierra six x reader #court gentry #courtland gentry #the gray man 2022

[fictomorph]

Any Objections? (Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth TF/TG/MC)

This story contains female to male TF, character TF, and identity death as well as Wrightworth shipping/romance.

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“Looking for something in particular?”

A voice disturbed Griffin, who was currently hunched over the top of a display case, filled with rings, all of them beautiful, finely crafted….and expensive. He jolted up, meeting the eyes of the clerk.

“Oh...yea.” He rubbed the back of his neck, awkwardly chuckling. The clerk looked him over, trying to read him for what he wanted. Decently groomed short chestnut hair, a purple polo shirt and pressed jeans, brown leather dress shoes...probably had something decently important later today. And considering what kind of jewelry he was looking at….

“You’re proposing later, aren’t you?” Griffin paused, nodding.

“How did you?...” He sighed, his shoulders slumping. “Ugh, yeah. But everything’s so expensive...I’ve been saving for practically a year and even then I can barely afford any of the good ones!” The clerk watched him as he went back to pouring over the rings, struggling between getting his loved one something they deserved and something he could pay off.

“Actually..” He perked up, holding a finger in the air as his icy blue eyes pondered a thought. “I think we might have a set of rings in the back for decently cheap, $100, $120….but they still look rather nice and are of high craft. Would you like me to see if we still have them?”

Griffin nodded, letting out a sigh of relief. “Really? Oh thanks, man, you’re a lifesaver!”

“Ah, no problem. My job is to help people find what they’re looking for, after all! Now if you’ll excuse me…” He walked off, headed into the forbidden parts of the store unknown to the commoner. After a few minutes, Griffin (who had started scrolling through Twitter) was brought back to reality by the sound of something being set on the glass in front of him, along with the clerk’s statement of “Take a look”.

Two small ring boxes were laid in front of him, one coated in red velvet and the other in blue. He lifted the red box, popping it open to reveal the contents inside. A rose gold band, with two small diamonds and one ruby crowning it. The edges of the band flares, giving it a ruffled pattern almost like creased fabric. Ooh...this would be perfect for her! He picked up the blue box, inspecting its hidden treasure as well. It was a similarly simple pure gold band, two sapphires on either side of a diamond tucked away in a golden four-pointed star. He looked back to the clerk, grabbing both of them as he fidgeted his wallet from his pocket.

“You said these were…$120?” The clerk nodded, leading to Griffin slamming the money on the counter. “Oh man, thank you so much! She’s gonna love this, I-I can’t thank you enough!” Placing the ring boxes in a bag for him, the clerk waved as another satisfied customer ran off.

The rest of the day was as normal as it could be for a day leading up to such a big event. Griffin called to double and triple-check his reservations were still in place, re-washed and ironed everything he was wearing for later, and took an intensive shower. Everything had to go perfect for tonight. Soon enough, after what felt like both no time at all and a full eon, his doorbell rang. Answering it, he was met with the face of his beloved Kelly. She had dressed similarly nicely, a long somewhat shimmery orange dress accompanied by a pearl necklace. Her blonde hair had been neatly curled at the edges, letting it frame her face in a rather flattering way.

“You look nice.” Griffin stuttered, eyes darting across the room as she chuckled.

“Thanks. You too.” She grabbed his hand, leading him out the door. “C’mon, we should get going. You said this place was expensive, and I don’t wanna miss our chance to eat $100 steak.”

The car ride over was nice, Kelly looking out the window at the late-night city’s lights. Her eyes drifted over the scenery, soon enough settling on the restaurant they had arrived at. She had known it was a fancy place, but she didn’t expect it to look quite this nice. The building had strings of fairy lights dangling from it, and as they walked in, she took note of how well everyone was dressed. She started to think she might’ve underdressed for the occasion.

“Mr. West? Ah yes, we have your reservation. Please, follow me.” The waitress led the two to an empty table, one which happened to be on the patio. A nice open space, no one else outside, illuminated by the moonlight….it was perfect. Griffin kept a hand on the two ring boxes in his pocket, waiting for the perfect moment.

Whatever was above must’ve taken a shine to them that day, as the dinner went perfectly. Their food was cooked to perfection, the wine the servers brought out was a rich palette, and all night the moon and stars were perfectly visible and bright. As Kelly polished off her second glass of wine, he gripped the boxes tighter than he ever had before and sighed.

“Hm?” Kelly placed her glass down, focusing on her partner. “Something wrong, Grif?”

“No, it’s just….we’ve been together for a while now and...you’re really important to me. I

realized I found something I don’t wanna lose. So….” He took the red box from his pocket and held it out to her, letting her see as he popped it open. “Will you marry me?”

She gasped, grabbing the box as she teared up. “Oh my God….yes!” His heart pounded out of his chest as she slipped the ring on, admiring it. He had taken the shot and hit a bullseye.

“The best part?” He held the blue box in his hands, showing its contents to her. “They’re a set. We match!” Putting his own ring on, Kelly practically pounced on him as she pulled him into a hug that turned into the two holding each other’s hands, rings resting against each other. It felt like a moment that would last forever…..until they withdrew their hands in shock.

“Ow, something shocked me!” Kelly rubbed her hand, surprised by the indignant interruption.

“Yea, me too….might’ve been some static electricity or something in the rings.” Griffin explained to the best of his knowledge. That was a thing that could happen, right? Metal conducted electricity.

“Mhm...probably. Felt a bit stronger than static, though. It was just...weird.” She unconsciously flexed her fingers to fully shake the feeling, although a new, even stranger one replaced it. Her hands began to shift, growing broader and more well-groomed, like they belonged to someone from the upper class. Though the expected tightness of the ring becoming too small for her fingers was strangely never present…

“Maybe you just aren’t taking your wine well.” Griffin chuckled, taking her hand in his in an attempt to comfort her, only to realize how large it was compared to mere moments ago. He gulped, feeling his hands become a bit more comfortable in holding hers, the change nowhere as near as drastic as Kelly’s but still something concerning. His arms tensed, swelling with a slightly toned layer of muscle new to his form. He took his hands from Kelly’s, looking over them. Sure, he admittedly never held his wine the best, but he’d never hallucinated before, and he’d definitely never actually felt it.

“Grif? Do you think someone put something in our food?” She took a longer, more well-built arm to her chest, feeling the fat layered on it melt away and replace with an admittedly not too shabby set of pecs. “Wh-What?” Her face flushed, eyes widening at the realization that whatever was happening to them had decided to shift her sex around.

“I’d like to see whatever drug can do something like this at all, let alone this fast!” He gripped onto a chair’s back, groaning as his back popped, leaving him slightly taller and, as a cursory scan of his new body would reveal, sporting a new set of abs. “Woah...this is...something.”

Kelly, meanwhile, was not as enthralled with her changes as Griffin was. She felt awkward enough in her dress already, and the cracking of her spine and toning frame didn’t serve to help. What only made things worse was the notable pressure she felt from her high heels, confirming her fears as the sides of the shoes gave, leaving her feet exposed in the cold night air. “Ugh….just kill me now….”

“Hey, cmon, don’t be like that.” Griffin pulled her into a hug, grinning in an attempt to ease her fears. “This probably won’t be that bad.” She looked up at him, desperate for some form of comfort. It was probably just the changes, but...he looked so much more handsome than usual. His jawline was sharper, his eyes had cooled to a soft smoky grey, and his formerly chestnut hair had burnt to a dark black, even changing how it was styled into a striking slicked back and spiked look. Something about it was…..familiar and comforting.

Griffin swept a bang from her face, letting him look at her shifted face. He let out a quiet gasp, her heart sinking.

“I-Is it bad?” She clasped her hands together, still feeling the ring.

“No, you’re...you’re gorgeous.” His hand rested against her cheek, taking everything in. Her face had gained this strong stoic look to it, almost statue-esque. His hair had faded to a platinum, combed into a set of bangs that perfectly framed his face and made similarly pale eyes stand out. “I...wow.” He’d never felt this strongly towards...anyone. He took one of her pearls in his hand, only to let go of it as he realized it had gained an odd fabric like texture.

Kelly watched as her pearl necklace flattened and softened, the chain around her neck becoming the same silk as the pearls now were. She brushed over it with her hands, the string now a rumpled scarf of some sort...what was the term? The word “cravat” suddenly popped to mind, albeit she didn’t know where from. Yes, that was right.

Griffin coughed as something tugged against his throat, looking down to see a bright red tie had formed around his neck. More notably, where it touched seemed to sap the red from his shirt, leaving it pure white as the still-blue edges tugged away from itself, leaving him with a formal white undershirt topped with a sapphire blue suit jacket. “Guess they have a stricter take on business casual than I thought…” He awkwardly joked as he watched the blue spread down to neatly pressed dress pants, his changes finishing with his shoes expanding slightly and shifting into dark leather.

Kelly brushed her face, slightly flushed from Griffin’s new form. …..Griffin? Was that right? No, that...that wasn’t it. What was his name, though? As she thought, her clothing underwent its own metamorphosis, bleeding into a combination of a black vest and a deep red suit jacket, albeit this one more high quality than her partner’s. The material shared its conquest of her wardrobe with her partner’s changes, as the ends of her dress wrapped around her legs into fanciful perfectly tailored wine red pants. Her shoes even got a second shot as the heels flattened to the ground, a refined pair of leather dress shoes.

“Is...is it over?” The two looked at each other, Griffin pausing at his new voice. It was young, nothing too outstanding on its own but probably could be with some power put behind it, like some form of objection.

“I...I believe so.” Kelly gasped, putting a hand to her throat as she felt her new Adam’s apple. The voice it had given her was a rather pleasing one, deep and proper, the voice of someone who really knew what they were doing. “My...this is all so….” She didn’t get to finish her thought as she trailed off, Griffin taking her hands one again.

“Not what I expected to happen tonight, either. Can’t say I’m too mad though.” Kelly blushed, Griffin’s face equally red as he leaned in for a kiss, which she gladly reciprocated. That simple act sealed the two’s fates as when they pulled back, a different, more fitting set of memories and personality traits belonged to the pair.

“Wright....must you be this extravagant?” He looked around the patio, taking in the almost storybook-like picture the two found themselves in.

“Of course. Nothing else for my Miles.” Edgeworth turned his head, leading Phoenix to giggle.

“You’re an embarrassment.” He tried to come off as his usual stern self, but the slightest hint of a smirk on his lips was his lover’s cue to keep going.

“Hey, you know how I get when drunk.”

“I suppose I do, Feenie.” Miles slipped his hand into his partner’s, only for the two of them to pause and investigate the rings they didn’t remember putting on.

“Guess I was a bit more drunk than I thought….” He looked away, rubbing his neck in that ever-so-Wright way. A pause of awkward silence, before he sighed and reconnected eye contact. “Hey um….even if we don’t remember it...would you still...you know…”

“Of course, you idiot.” Edgeworth full on smiled, a rare sight, and grabbed Phoenix’s hand once again, planting a kiss on his cheek. Even if they didn’t quite remember how they got here, this proved to be the best night of their lives.

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