#going now i promise. getting off my sofa and go upstairs now

[messydiabolical]

I've been going though all my old documents of drell worldbuilding and such, so expect various snippets and rambles over the next few days! Kolyat Krios' early memories of his first home.

He was barely out of toddlerhood, and it was before his eidetic memory had fully taken hold. The memories he could recall from this time were hazy, there but hard to grasp. A lot like how the humans and turians seemed to describe their own memorisations.

He could see their first home in fragments. He knew it was small, cluttered, ramshackle. It was also very loving. An odd word to describe a building perhaps, but loving is how he remembered it.

 Mother bathing with me in the tiny shower, cursing when the hot water suddenly went out, then laughing it off. ‘Well that’s one way to really wake up and start a day!’ she waggles her eyebrows theatrically as she tickles my cold body through a towel, making me giggle, forgetting the chill. Her subvocal song trills in joy and I try to copy it, stuttered bursts of happiness in a staccato beat to her soothing tones.

 The neighbourhood was noisy, full of life and interesting, questionable smells.

Children were always outside, playing in the streets. Groups of teens and adults would also gather and mill about, though in retrospect, probably not for such innocent pursuits.

In the apartment upstairs someone was learning to play what sounded like an entire orchestras worth of instruments, taking a jack of all trades, master of none approach to the enterprise. They were very fond of practising late at night, the ceiling thudding with the beats.

A neighbour below them would watch Kolyat in the days while mother and father both worked. She was very old, saggy scales and eyes clouded over like the stormy clouds out beyond the dome walls. He adored her. She’d cook delicious soups that he’d gum and gnash at with his sprouting fangs, getting more all over his face and clothes than actually in his mouth. She’d just laugh in delight, rub his face with a cloth while he blew soupy raspberries in protest. She also loved to read storybooks, putting on funny voices for all the characters. Sometimes Kolyat would sleep over, and she’d make him a blanket fort on the sofa. Kolyat loved her very much.

‘Please Orla, I must insist you take some credits for your time.’ Mother shifts me on her hip. Her frillrings sparkle in the sputtering, broken hall light. I reach out with a pudgy little hand to play with them.

‘Now now dear, how many times must I insist. you keep those credits for him’. A wrinkly, gentle hand reaches over, stopping me before I grab too harshly on my silver hooped quarry.

Mother and father worked a lot. Mother seemed to like her work, exhausted as it left her. The same could not be said for father.

Father would come home from work dirty, dejected. Mother would rub his shoulders, kiss his cheek and put me on his lap, and he would melt a little. Kisses on my brow and a whispered promise. ‘I’ll make things better, do better for us’. Holds me a little tighter.

Kolyat can’t recall the exact words exchanged, but he remembers the night his parents fought, the first time he heard anything but loving devotion between them. The apartment only had one bedroom, so he usually slept in a crib he was vastly outgrowing, squeezed in next to his parents' bed. They had waited until he was asleep before bitter whispering began, then moved to the living room when it was clear things were escalating. It didn’t do much good; Kolyat had already woken up and the apartment had thin walls. It was a long night.

The next morning Thane was gone and Irikah, usually so positive, so determined, seemed to have lost a little spark about her. Usually when she made breakfast she would play music on her omnitool, singing off key and dancing as she moved.

That morning was too quiet, mothers movements too stiff and precise.

It was a Kalsef, a drell weekend day. Kolyat had begun to recognise patterns in time, knew that this was the day daddy always took him to the temple after breakfast while mummy got some me time.

‘Where daddy?’ the little drell asked, confused by the change in routine.

“He’s-” She pauses, looks side to side, runs her hand across her brow. She looks back up, leans across the table, strokes my cheek.

“He’s away on business Kolyat”.

Away on business. That was the first time he heard it. It would not be the last.

Three, perhaps four full Kalsefs passed, and father finally came home. He was dressed in sleek, fancy clothes, nothing like the overalls he’d worn for work before. He was smiling wide, rushed to Kolyat and swung him up in the air. Kissed mother and told them both he’d missed them so. Mother was all smiles too, but something was different. Something felt off to Kolyat. Like they were too eager, too desperate to seem normal, natural, which only served to make it feel unnatural.

A few days later they were packing up their meagre belongings. Emptying the apartment. A lot of it they didn’t bother with, too broken, not worth keeping. Father assured them they could get better things at ‘the new place’.

They travelled then, taking a skycar and then a shuttle, higher in the sky than kolyat had ever been. He clung fiercely to Thane when they looked out the windows, the vast oceans so far below, the islands and domes little specks on the surface.

“Fear not my son, we are quite safe. We’re going somewhere wonderful, you’ll see”.

Their second home was a lofty apartment at the very top reaches of the dome of Da’quin city.

The view out of the floor to ceiling windows made Kolyat feel sick. He had his own bedroom now, and he’d pile up toys against the glass planes, building a barrier between him and that fathomless fall. His new big bed accommodated his rapidly lengehtening limbs, but it felt so many miles away from mother and fathers bed. You couldn't hear the neighbours from the apartment. Never seemed to meet them at all; they could have been completely alone up there for all he knew. There were certainly no Orla’s in this building. He never saw her again. His second home was lonely.

#mass effect #kolyat krios #thane krios #irikah krios #md headcanons #md drell meta #drell

[abastardworthknowing]

the discord is slowly coming together........ but it is almost 2 am and i am still awake why am i like this

#tell a man to sleep and he forgets he has autism #good omens rp #i'm trying to figure out what to put in the server first but........... atm i think just making a space we can chill in would be good #go to sleep leo #oof #going now i promise. getting off my sofa and go upstairs now

[eomayas]

silent night • wjh

pairing: non-idol!husband!jun x wife!reader, established relationship, parents

genre: smut, 18+ MINORS DNI!!!! fluff

synopsis: jun wants you, but he needs you to be quiet

warnings: p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, mild breeding kink, slight choking, jun sorta mean!

a/n: unedited (ofc) also been so obsessed with jun lately i had this thought lsdt night and had to finish. hope u enjoy!! if the smut is bad sorry i haven’t written smut in a long time

jun leans against the wall that connects the living room and kitchen, and watches you dance with your daughter, a small smile on his face. she’s been hyper all day, not even taking a nap like she normally does, so you’ve been trying to tire her out for the last ten minutes. it doesn’t seem to be working all that well, since she’s still bouncing around the living room to the mariah carey song you have playing on the TV.

“cmon, baby, shake it off,” you say to your daughter, bouncing on the balls of your feet and shaking out your hands, urging your daughter to parrot your actions. she pants out a giggle and copies you, and you take her mild tiredness as a small victory. you’re starting to get tired yourself, but you’re not going to give up until she starts—it’s probably not wise to have this silent bet with a four year old, but something has to give.

your daughter copies whatever you do, giggling and calling you silly when bounce up and down and kick your legs out. “okay, now spin, spin, spin!” you say, twirling around on your toes. you catch jun staring at you, a sweet smile on his face and your heart swells. you didn’t notice the kitchen sink turn off and the clanging of dishes stop completely.

shooting him a smile, you keep spinning until you get dizzy, catching your balance against the sofa. “woah,” you huff, a light chuckle escaping your lips. you notice your daughter starting to wobble and swoop in to catch her before she falls. “whoops! slow down, baby girl!” you laugh, stilling her small body. she looks up at you and laughs, her cheeks red.

“that was fun, mommy!” you push her hair out of her face and start gently fanning her.

“yeah, it was, baby. but mommy is tired now,” she pokes her bottom lip out at you and you feign a dramatic sigh. “i know, i know. but we have to rest so we can do it again tomorrow!” you try, glancing up at jun.

“mommy needs her energy to keep dancing, princess,” your husband chimes in. your daughter looks back at him, looks at you, and nods.

“okay, mommy. you promise we’ll do it again?” she asks as you lift her up into your arms, tucking her onto your hip.

nodding, you promise and kiss her on the forehead before passing her to jun. your daughter lets out a small yawn and you and jun exchange a look of relief, both extremely worn out from chasing after her all day. she woke up with more energy than the two of you have probably had in your entire lives, bursting through your bedroom and jumping into bed, hardly giving either of you enough time to recuperate.

“ready for bed, sweetie?” jun asks her, carrying her up the stairs to her bedroom. you turn off the tv and the rest of the lights before following after them. he’s tucking her into bed when you get upstairs, grateful for the fact that she was already changed into her pajamas. “goodnight, princess. we love you.” jun kisses her on the forehead and you do the same thing.

she yawns again, muttering out an “i love you” back to the two of you. jun shuts off the lights and closes the door, letting out a sigh of relief once it’s latched.

“my god,” he whispers, making the two of you giggle as you step into your bedroom. he shuts the door softly and you yawn, stretching your arms above your head. jun wraps an arm around you, pulling your back into his front.

“let’s go to bed,” you say, bringing a hand up and gently rubbing his cheek when he rests his chin on your shoulder. he kisses your neck once, twice, and by the third time you understand what he’s getting at. “jun, i’m tired.” you all but whine. but his hands rubbing across your bare legs exposed by your shorts is making you shift in his grip.

“you don’t have to do anything,” he mumbles, lightly nipping at your neck. you sigh through your nose and tilt your head to the side. “let me do all the work.” he adds, skating one of his hands across the waistband of your shorts. you pull your bottom lip in, squirming when he presses his crotch against your ass.

“fine,” you breathe, looking at him over your shoulder. he straightens up and places his mouth on yours, giving you a hot kiss before guiding your towards the bed and pushing you down onto the mattress.

“try to keep quiet, yeah?” he says as he pulls down your shorts and underwear, leaving you in a big tshirt. you rest on your forearms and spread your legs for him when he sinks down onto his knees. he kisses your inner thighs teasingly and you suck your teeth in annoyance, rolling your eyes at his games.

“hurry up,” you say impatiently, making him glare at you. “please.” you add, giving him a sweet smile so he finally eats you the way you like and want.

“such a good girl,” he says mockingly before putting his head in between your legs and licking up your slit and in between your folds. you let out a small gasp and open your legs wider for him, mouth falling open. he licks and sucks on anything his mouth is able to get a hold of. juns fingers grip onto your thighs tightly, though he drags one hand down to rub at your clit while he tongues your hole.

falling onto your back, you slap a hand over your mouth so quiet your moans. your eyes screw shut and your toes curl at his ministrations. he eats you like you didn’t just cook him dinner less than an hour ago, like he hasn’t had anything to eat all day and you were his one and only option. it has you seeing spots and your brain being devoid of any coherent thoughts.

a tight knot forms in the pit of your stomach and you arch your back off the bed, your head thrown back in pleasure. you let out a loud cry from behind your hand and jun cuts his eyes at you but doesn’t stop what he’s doing. “j-jun,” you pant, dropping your hand from your mouth.

“i know, be quiet,” he mumbles from between your legs, the vibrations of his voice making you clench around nothing.

“i-im tr-trying,” you whimper. jun pulls his mouth away from your core and you whimper when his face is mere inches from yours.

“baby,” he says condescendingly, one hand bracing himself on the bed and the other resting on the side of your face. “you need to be quiet.” he smooshes your cheeks together, holding your chin in his palm. “i’ll let you cum if you can be good and quiet for me, okay?” the sarcastic smile he punctuates the end of his sentence with makes you press your knees together underneath him. “you understand me?”

“i un- ah ah,” he tsks, cutting you off and raising his eyebrows. “can’t follow directions, can we?” he asks with a sigh, letting go of you face and and dropping his hand down to cup your warm heat. you suck in an anticipatory breath, wanting him to touch you again.

jun outside of the bedroom versus jun in the bedroom were two completely different men. your loving husband who would do anything for you and your daughter is unrecognizable compared to the man hovering above you and holding your orgasm over your head.

you press your lips together, holding back any more comments so he can get back to eating you out and bringing you over the edge. jun smirks down at you and runs his middle finger through your slick core, brushing it over you clit teasingly. he watched your facial expressions intensely, revels in the way you bite your lip and furrow your eyebrows in an attempt to keep yourself quiet. jun toys with you, dipping a finger into your hole and slowly pushing in and out. it’s not enough for you in the slightest, but he wants to see how good you can be for him.

jun adds as second finger and and you lick your lips, looking down to watch his fingers move in and out of you. you let out silent breaths, face screwed up in concentration to keep yourself silent. he presses his thumb against your clit and you let out a quiet whimper from the back of your throat, your eyes immediately flying up to look at your husband. instead of reprimanding you, jun presses a kiss to your mouth and speeds up him fingering you.

his mouth on yours quiets your breathy moans that you can’t help. his thumb rubbing against your clit as his scissors his fingers inside of you is enough to bring you close to the edge again. you clench around his fingers and in and instant he pulls his mouth off of yours and places it back in between your legs.

you thrash above him on the bed, thighs trying to close in around his head. jun uses his broad shoulders to keep your legs open and wide for him, giving him enough space to keep on eating you out. your hips buck up into his face, his nose bumping against your clit and you grab a pillow and throw it over your face, letting out the screams that you’ve been holding back.

arousal coats juns face, and he tries to lick all of it up, practically eating you out through your orgasm. your legs shake and fall limp against his shoulders. jun comes out from between your legs and pull the pillow off of your face. “look at me, baby,” he says softly, pushing up your shirt and gently stroking your stomach. your eyes flutter open and he gives you a small smile. “there she is.”

“i love you,” you say, your voice weak and tired. jun smiles that boxy smile that you love, and the sweet look on his face is so distant from the man from less than 10 minutes ago.

“and i love you,” he says, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. “now turn around.” he says, gripping your hips and starting to flip you over. you whine noncommittally and bring yourself up onto your knees. jun places a pillow underneath you anyway, and pulls off his pants and shirt, leaving him bare.

you feel the bed dip behind you and jun places his hands on your ass, softly rubbing circles before gripping onto your hips. he’d slap your ass if not for the echo that would occur and probably wake up your daughter across the hall.

“you ready, baby?” he asks, his dick hard and heavy against your ass. you nod and he smiles, lining himself up and pushing the head in. he clenches his teeth as you clench around him, trying to suck him in deeper. he pushes in deeper, stilling his hips when you let out a squeak. “what is it?” he asks, leaning over your back to press a soft kiss to your neck.

“n-nothing, keep going,” you reach back and grip onto his leg, trying to push him into you. jun lets out a small chuckle and pushes in a few more inches, not quite bottoming out. he starts fucking into you slowly, trying to minimize any sounds of skin on skin, but it’s not enough for either of you. you quietly urge for him to go faster, to give you more, and he speeds up a little bit but still not where you want him at. “jun, cmon.” you whine, pushing your hips back into him.

“i don’t want her to wake up,” he grunts, grabbing onto your bun and yanking your head back. you huff and let him fuck into you slowly, rolling your eyes at his slow hips.

“jun, i wanna see you,” you say, crawling away from him and flipping onto you back, sitting up slightly to take off your shirt. he pushes his hair off of his forhead and grabs your left leg, placing it on his shoulder.

your husband pushes into you once again, bottoming out quickly and making you let out of a breath of bliss. “yeah, right there,” you say softly, sucking in a gasp and closing your eyes tightly when he speeds up his thrusts. “j-jun!” you mewl, fists balling up the sheets. jun places a heavy hand on your throat, lightly squeezing to shut you up.

“quiet,” he says through gritted teeth, hips slamming against your own. he can get both of you to your highs quickly if he disregards the noise, but he’s too worried about waking up your child.

you place a hand between the two of you and start rubbing on your clit, using some of your arousal as lubricant. “fuck,” he grunts, snapping his hips into you and nearly knocking the breath from your lungs. he pounds into you harshly, his pelvic bone bumping into your clit and making you withdraw your hand. “need you to come again, y/n.” he leans down and kisses on your neck, the hand that was previously on your neck now gripping onto your hip.

jun yanks you down to meet his thrusts, his rhythm becoming sloppier by the second as he feels close to his white hot release. “b-baby,” you cry out, putting a hand over your mouth once again. you lift your hips to meet his, whining to punctuate each of his thrusts.

“f-fuck, y/n, i-im not g-gonna l-last,” he moans out, a whimper leaving his lips and hitting you right in the core. you clench around him and he lets out a shudder of a breath, the rhythm completely lost from his strokes.

“g-give it to me,” you pant, tangling a hand in his hair.

“i’m g-gonna fill you up,” he chokes out, teeth clenched.

“gonna give me another baby?” your voice in his ear makes him spit out a choked moan of your name as he releases into you. his hips don’t still, trying to fuck as much cum into you to make your words true.

you rub at your clit again, bucking your hips up to chase the release that feels so close. despite him reaching his release, he still manages to give you a few more powerful thrusts and thus another orgasm, though this one not as powerful as the first.

jun collapses onto the bed next to you, a heavy arm draped across your midsection. your stroke his forearm and smile to yourself, feeling full of him and love, and exceptionally spent. “jun,” you start, but he sits up and waves you off.

“a towel, i know, i know,” he says, stretching his arms and going into the en-suite bathroom to grab a rag. he comes back and cleans you up, kissing you on the lips afterwards. you’re practically half asleep when he taps you to give you pajamas.

“thanks, love,” you mumble, redressing yourself. he kisses you again and crawls into bed, pulling you into his chest once you’re dressed. you fall asleep easily, partly because you’re completely worn out and partly because you’re tucked safely and softly into his arms.

#svt smut #seventeen smut #svt imagines #moon junhui #wen junhui #jun x reader #jun x you #wen junhui smut #moon junhui smut #junhui smut #junhui x reader #junhui x you #jun smut #jun fluff #junhui fluff #seventeen imagines

[wileys-russo]

baby’s first christmas II m.earps x reader

part of the a date to remember universe series

baby’s first christmas II m.earps x reader

"this is nice, isn't it?" you chuckled at your wifes words, the two of you cuddled up on the sofa watching a movie, well you were.

"is it? because you haven't stopped bouncing your knee, checking your phone and looking out the front window since delilah was picked up." you smiled knowingly, mary burying her face in her hands.

"i'm trying!" mary whined with a pout, sinking down further into the lounge. "she's with your mum mary she's going to be absolutely fine. you need to get over this anxious attachment love its going to rub off on her." you moved to straddle the keepers lap with an empathetic smile.

"i know i know. i just worry baby, she's so little." mary sighed, hands resting on your thighs. "she is and i know you are fiercely protective my love but you need to trust she's okay when shes with someone other than you or i." you ran your hands through her hair which was down for once, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.

“you know one day she’s going to need to go to school, get a job, move out-“ your words were cut off as your wife practically tackled you down onto the sofa, covering her ears and yelling loudly to drown you out. “mary! you’re such a child.” you squirmed beneath her with a shake of your head. “she’s never ever allowed to grow up that is a disgusting illegal incorrect thought shes going to be our sweet little angel forever and ever!” the keeper warned sternly, pointing down at you with a menacing look.

“when?” your wife looked confused at the question. “what what?” she countered with a frown. “when did you learn to control time? you know normally that’s father times job, you might need to grow a beard or something to fit in. don’t know if I’d be into that babe.” you reached up to stroke her chin as she rolled her eyes and pushed your hands away.

“whose being a child now?”

"okay but in all seriousness it's her first christmas my love, this is supposed to be exciting!" you shook her lightly as she finally perked up. "okay okay mary slow down!" you laughed as your wife rattled off a million and one things she wanted to do with your daughter during the holiday season.

"oo when she gets back lets take her for a walk to look at some lights, and have hot chocolate, and watch a movie!" the keeper lit up as you nodded your agreement, tugging the taller girl down into a kiss.

"i'd also like to finish this movie if you'd sit still and stop stressing for another...hour and ten minutes." you chuckled checking your phone, marys mum due to drop delilah back off at five.

“you’ll go grey at your age if you’re not careful about your stress levels baby.” you teased, squealing as her fingers dug into your sides. “watch it, cheeky.”

to marys credit she sat mostly still, though as soon as the clock ticked five she was back into the routine of checking her phone and glancing out the window every thirty seconds, the bouncing of her knee shaking your own body which was curled up into hers.

"mary! for god sakes she's probably stuck in traffic or enjoying her time with her granddaughter." you snatched the girls phone off of her and slid it into your hoodie pocket, smacking her knee to stop it bouncing.

"you're being ridiculous, if anything was wrong we would be the first people your mum would call. now if you want to keep busy and get your mind off of it, go and get the rest of the decorations you've been promising me you'll grab in 'just a minute babe'!" you mocked, raising an eyebrow as the girl went to argue your point.

"yes love, whatever you say love." mary sighed in defeat, kissing your cheek and getting to her feet. "remember; happy wife happy life earps." you smirked as she flipped you off over her shoulder with a sarcastic smile, disappearing upstairs.

she returned a few minutes later with boxes piled high in her arms, depositing them onto the carpet near the tree as you dropped to your knees and started sorting through them.

"that was exhausting." mary complained as she collapsed onto the lounge. "baby you went up the stairs, into the spare room, into the closet, grabbed the boxes, came downstairs. you didn't even train today!" you laughed at your wife, though her chance to respond disappeared as the doorbell sounded and she was on her feet in seconds flat.

"hi julie!" you greeted the woman warmly as mary flung the door open, snatching delilah up and out of her pram cooing at her, completely ignoring her mum as you elbowed her harshly. "yeah hi mum." mary mumbled dismissively, attention completely locked on the squirming baby in her arms.

"would you like to come in for a cup of tea? it's freezing!" you offered, the woman thanking you for the offer but declining, giving you a tight hug and rolling her eyes at mary who waved but otherwise continued to ignore her.

"mary! that was so rude.” you scolded your wife, smacking her shoulder making delilah giggle once you'd put away her things. "oh did you like that bubba?" you cooed, punching your wife again and grinning at the adorable giggles that followed.

"oi! stop teaching her to be violent." mary warned, kicking you away with her foot as she hoisted delilah onto her hip and returned to the living room. "she can learn that from you sweary earps." you teased, earning yourself a filthy look.

~

"look at those! aren't they pretty lilah." you bounced delilah up and down as mary tickled her chin, both of you melting at the giggles which followed. "god she laughs at everything now!" you sighed happily, mary pushing the pram around as you wandered the streets looking at lights.

"i'm surprised she can even see given all those bloody layers you've got her trapped in, like a little burrito!" mary smirked as you pushed her with your free hand, delilah again giggling in delight. "its the middle of winter mary of course she's bundled up. don’t pretend as if you would have dressed her any differently and you've got about five layers on yourself!" you pointed out, your wife holding her hands up in the air unable to argue as she sipped on her hot chocolate.

at her request you swapped, you now pushing the empty pram as mary wandered beside you chattering away to delilah, pointing out house after house and trying to get her to speak. "say santa, santa!" you laughed at her efforts, the poor girl barely able to speak much more than a few words among her baby gibberish.

"babe i think my toes might drop off and her cheeks are quite pink, lets head back yeah?"

~

"oh that is so cute." mary squealed as you balanced a santa hat on delilahs head, the baby crawling about on the ground in front of the tree as you and your wife snapped a hundred and one pictures.

the three of you had spent the rest of the evening after dinner dancing around the house to christmas music as you finished putting up the rest of the directions, mary offering up for the two of you to host your families for christmas dinner this year which was sure to be an interesting experience.

"oh! baby i forgot have a surprise." you raised an eyebrow as your wife jumped happily to her feet with so much eagerness that she tripped on the edge of the carpet, racing off as you rolled your eyes. "mama is so silly sometimes! yes she is, yes she is." you cooed to your daughter who was sat up on the carpet in front of you with an adorably lopsided smile.

you snapped another photo of the santa hat perched on her head with her little candy cane pyjamas and sent it to both ella and alessia, getting an influx of texts back demanding more pictures as you rolled your eyes and tossed your phone up on the sofa.

between marys national and club team mates and your own friends and families there was already a small village of presents for delilah stacked under the tree, then add in yours and marys inability not to spoil her rotten and you'd needed to move half of them into the other room to save space.

"close your eyes please beautiful!" you heard your wife call out from another room as you did so, hearing her footsteps return to the room and the floorboards squeak a little as she sat back down on the carpet.

"hands out." she ordered, snatching up your daughter and sitting her in her lap as you hesitantly opened your palms. "baby its nothing bad! do you not trust me?" mary huffed at your obvious hesitance making a smile curl onto your lips.

"okay, open." you felt something round and smooth dropped into your hand as you opened your eyes again. "oh my god mary." you breathed out, the small golden bauble reading 'babys first christmas' in beautiful calligraphy.

"its perfect. i love it!" you sent her a soft smile, leaning over to reward her with a tender kiss, a pair of tiny hands wrenching their way between your mouths as you broke apart with a laugh, both of you attacking delilahs little face with kisses instead.

"i thought we could get her a new one every year and then when she's older she'll have all these little baubles and ornaments to pass down to her own kids." mary admitted as you could have melted into a puddle then and there.

“i love that idea. once she’s a bit older she can even make some of her own!” you tickled under the girls chin making her giggle adorably as both you and your wife swooned at the sound.

"not that you're allowed a boyfriend or a girlfriend or anything until you're at least thirty missy!" the goalkeeper warned the small girl seriously making you laugh. "lets get her to hang it before she goes down." you suggested, the two of you standing with mary holding delilah.

grabbing her tiny hand you held the bauble between your finger tips, guiding her hand to hang it on the tree. "perfect! just like you." mary blew a gentle raspberry on delilahs cheek who let out a tired giggle and a yawn.

"you're it! i put her down for her nap at lunch time." you patted your wife on the back and kissed delilah goodnight, collapsing back into the sofa as mary disappeared to put your daughter to bed.

you busied yourself making the two of you another hot chocolate before flicking through christmas movies as you awaited your wife to return. she did so a half hour later, having changed her hoodie as you grinned knowing exactly what that meant.

"load of washing tomorrow then?" you teased, the older girl mocking you under her breath and flopping down on top of you, her body laid out between your legs as her head rested on your chest.

"oh you know me so well." mary sighed happily as you selected the holiday which was forever her favourite christmas movie. “no quoting it word for word or you can sleep on the sofa.” you teased, carding your hands through her hair with a smile, mary grabbing a blanket off the back of the sofa and draping it over the two of you.

"our first christmas as mothers." the keeper beamed, moving so her chin was resting on your sternum and she smiled softly up at you. "the first of many baby, i love you mrs earps." you smiled softly.

"i love you more mrs earps."

#woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso blurbs #woso #engwnt #mary earps x reader #mary earps

[woso-dreamzzz]

Hide

Hardersson x Teen!Reader

Summary: You can't hide anything from your mothers

Your hood stayed up as you limped home. The stones on the pavement made your socked feet ache but you gritted your teeth and continued on.

You glanced down the street and hurried on. You couldn't spy either of your parents' cars parked so you slipped inside without a care in the world.

In your rush, you had completely forgotten that both of the cars were at the mechanics so both of your mums were definitely home - especially since their training had finished hours ago.

It was totally wishful thinking to believe that they would have stayed out for team bonding or something.

You almost groaned and slammed your head into the hallway wall when you heard the low hum of chatter from the tv and the sizzling of food in a pan.

"y/n?" Pernille called when she heard the front door shut," Is that you?"

"Er...yeah!" You chuckled awkwardly," I'm...I'm just taking off my shoes." You stared at your shoeless feet. You were silent for a moment, keeping up the charade before you made a break for the stairs.

You nearly got there too, nearly got to safety upstairs but then there was a hand on your backpack and you were slowed to a halt.

"You're home a bit late," Magda said, still holding onto your backpack.

"Yeah, I stayed behind to work in the library," You lied," I must have forgotten to text you."

Magda sighed. "Don't let it happen again."

"I won't."

She still didn't let go of your backpack.

"Ma," You said," I should go and put my stuff away."

You could hear her impatient foot tapping and your throat bobbed in worry.

Your mothers had adopted you nearly two years ago now, a girl that they had met while in Denmark during the offseason. They had bonded with you instantly and soon you had made the move with them to London.

So, you knew them both well enough to know when they were getting a little ticked off at you.

"You know the rules," Magda said," Hoods and hats off in my house."

You tugged your hood down but didn't turn around.

"Better," Magda said," But what about my hug? I don't want you escaping upstairs for the rest of the evening before my hug."

You cursed your past self for creating the routine of giving your Ma a hug when you got home from school. Hugging her now would require you to turn around. You just needed a moment to put on some concealer.

"I won't disappear. Let me just put my stuff away."

Before Magda could decide, Pernille spoke up. Her voice took a dangerously hard edge yet still softened enough to remain nice - like she was about to soothe a wild animal. "y/n...can you turn around for me?"

You tried to laugh it off. "I've had a long day. Let me just put my stuff in my room."

"y/n, I need you to turn around," Pernille insisted.

"Mum-"

"y/n."

Tears sprung to your eyes.

"Please don't make me."

Gentle hands moved from your backpack to your shoulders and Magda turned you around.

Both she and Pernille looked horrified at what they saw.

You knew what they were looking at. Your left eye was bruised and swelled almost shut. The corner of your mouth had a dribble of blood rolling down it. Your nose was slightly off-centre.

Pernille made a keening noise that broke you instantly.

You burst into tears and buried yourself in her waiting arms. Magda joined you in the hug too, pressing her front against your back so you were sandwiched tightly between your mothers.

"I was just...I was just leaving, I promise, Mum. I promise. I didn't do anything but they jumped me." Tears flooded your cheeks and once you started speaking, you couldn't stop. "They took my shoes, Ma. They took my shoes."

You wiggled your toes.

Pernille guided you to the sofa, sitting on the ottoman in front of you. Her hands ghosted over your cheeks, not willing to touch you in case it hurt you further. "Who jumped you, y/n? Who hurt you?"

"Some people in my maths class," You blabbered," They don't really like me. They make fun of me having you and Ma and my accent and...and...and..."

"Shh, shh, it's okay, y/n. It's okay. We're going to make this all better. It's all going to be okay."

Your Ma was a few feet away, close enough that she could hover over you but far enough away that her anger couldn't scare you away. Magda got angry quiet, her rage simmering just below the surface. "Hello," She said into her phone," I need to speak to the headmaster. It's on behalf of my daughter...Yes...It's extremely important. Yes, I'll hold."

When she looked back at you, you were sat in Pernille's lap, looking a lot smaller and younger than you actually were. You were sobbing and she could see that Pernille looked halfway to tears away.

You looked pathetically young in your school uniform, your favourite hoodie tucked under your blazer and your socks having holes in them from when you walked from school to home without any shoes.

Magda paced the length of the room, her phone still pressed against her ear, on-hold music ringing through it.

Pernille whispered things into your ear, a hand coming up to brush through your hair. "Is your nose okay?"

"It's not broken," You replied. Your sobs had diminished to silence although tears still rolled down your face. You were content to sit there in your Mum's arms forever. "But it still hurts."

A hand was thrust into your view. "For your eye," Your Ma said as she helped to press the cold compress to your swollen eye," It'll help."

"All the doctor's will be closed by now," Mum said," Is it bad enough that you need to go to the hospital?"

"I don't need the doctor," You said," I just want my shoes back."

"We can get you new shoes, y/n/n."

That just caused more tears to drop down your face. "You can't. They were special. They were the shoes I wore to the adoption ceremony. Mum, they're special." You blew out a noisy breath. "And they took them from me."

Ma came to crouch in front of you, her phone still pressed to her ear. "What are their names? Tell me their names?"

You rattled them off without even stopping to think - first and last name and what form group they were in. Ma pressed a kiss to your temple before her eyes lit up with malice as she spoke into her phone.

"Yes, is this the headmaster? I would like to report-"

Her voice faded away as she headed to the kitchen and you curled up more incessantly into your Mum's side, wishing nothing more than to just merge with her very being so she could keep you safe and protected within her.

But you couldn't so you settled with getting as close as possible.

You remained tucked under her chin as she held the cold compress Ma had given you. Your eye and nose ached as did your jaw. You looked down at your toes. You wiggled them.

Ma appeared in front of you, taking a seat on the ottoman. She took your hands.

"Those little-" She said several words in Swedish that you didn't quite recognise but got the gist of," -Were still in the school, the little idiots. Your shoes have been recovered and those punks have been expelled - effective immediately."

"They're lucky we're not pressing charges," Pernille said through gritted teeth.

"I'll go and pick your shoes up tomorrow morning," Magda continued, taking your hands and laying kisses across your knuckles.

"I can get them, Ma," You said," Just tell them to leave them at reception."

"You're not going back, y/n," Pernille said from behind you," Not to that school. Not ever again."

You glanced between your parents in confusion. "When...You two didn't have time to discuss it with each other."

"We don't need to discuss anything when we're on the same page," Pernille replied," We talked about it when we adopted you, that if you ever came home from school injured then we'd pull you out immediately."

"There's a lovely online program we can sign you up for. No bullies, no one beating you up or making fun of you for having two mums or an accent. You can work at your own pace and you won't have anyone telling you to hurry up."

"Really?" Your voice sounded so pathetic in your own ears that you nearly started crying again.

"Really," Your Mum confirmed, pulling you tight against her," But not for another few weeks."

"We'll get you all sorted once you're feeling better."

Your Ma joined you on the sofa, curling up into your Mum's side and holding your hand, fingers rubbing soothing circles over your knuckles.

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[ts1m1kas]

Original Ask: Hi love! I was wondering if you could do a Jude x reader where they get into a VERY nasty argument and reader goes to sleep on the couch crying and wakes up with jude next to her on the couch! (anonymous - @neosfam)

Word Count: 678 words

(author's note: thank you for the request, my love 🫶)

Y/N and Jude never seemed to argue. They were both so similar and held the same views on everything, so there was never any need for them to fight. But this time was different. Jude had just blown her off again to go for a meal with his teammates, and she had finally had enough.

“I’m not saying I don’t want you to hang out with your friends, baby, you know I encourage you too. Its just we’ve had plans multiple times this week and you’ve cancelled on me every time to hang out with your friends.”

“I need them to like me Y/N, you don’t understand. So what I cancelled on a few plans, we can always reschedule? I don’t understand why you’re so annoyed?”

“Jude, I’m annoyed because it feels like I’m second best to your friends. I know how hard moving teams has been on you, and I get it. But it doesn’t mean you can push me aside and forget about me!” 

At this point, she felt like crying. Jude was normally so understanding, and she couldn’t understand why he was being like this.

“No, Y/N you don’t know how I feel. You don’t know anything.” 

With the final gut-wrenching line, Jude stomped upstairs, leaving his girlfriend crying in their kitchen. Y/N moved over to the sofa, grabbed a blanket, and tried to fall asleep.

Hours passed, and Jude felt awful. He was in disbelief with himself over how he had spoken to Y/N. He didn’t know what came over him. All he did know was how the guilt was slowly eating away at him. 

When Y/N didn’t come up to bed, Jude began to worry. He pushed the plush covers away from his body and quietly walked downstairs. When he saw his girlfriend curled up on their sofa, her cheeks still wet with tears, his heart broke. It was all his fault.

Jude moved over to where she was laid down and manoeuvered himself down next to her. He readjusted the blanket, so it covered them both and tried to fall asleep.

Y/N woke up to the early morning sun streaming in through the window. She felt something wrapped around her waist, and she turned around to see Jude sleeping peacefully behind her. All the pain from last nights argument resurfaced in her mind.

She removed his arms and got up. She turned the kettle on to boil and got a mug out of the cupboard. Once the water had boiled, she began preparing herself a cup of tea.

Stirring at the sound of the kettle, Jude sat up on the sofa. He rubbed his eyes, wiping the heavy weight of sleep away. He watched his girlfriend mill around their kitchen, preparing herself a drink and some breakfast.

“Good morning.” Jude said, breaking the thick silence that had settled over the room.

Y/N just nodded at him, barely acknowledging his presence. She continued making her food, determined to ignore Jude. 

Jude knew that she was still upset. He didn’t blame her. Y/N had poured her heart out to him and alerted him she she was upset and he had responded with spiteful comments and aggression.

“Look, I know you’re angry. You have plenty of reasons to be angry. But I just want you to know that I’m so sorry. I should never have spoken to you like that, especially when you were only telling me how you felt. I understand now that I’ve been a complete idiot.”

Y/N stopped what she was doing and turned to face him. 

“You have been a complete idiot. But I know how much pressure you’re under. I accept your apology, but please don’t ever act like that again. That isn’t the Jude I know and love.”

He nodded at her words, thankful that Y/N had accepted his apology. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead. Jude made a silent promise to himself to never argue with the woman he loved so dearly ever again.

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[writingforstraykids]

I requested the breeding kink for Channie and Jeongin. Could you add Minho?🤤💌

How often?

Pairing: Chanin | Jeongchan | Minchan | Minjeong (?)

Word Count: 1777

Warnings/Tags: smut, whiny!sub!chan, switch!innie, soft!dom!min, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, begging, threesome

A/N: I do hope you enjoy the mess down there👀🖤

Part of the 💌 event. More here

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Jeongin glanced up curiously as his hyung strolled over. They were currently the only ones home, and he hoped Chan would make some time for him, using the opportunity of their solitude. He chuckled, surprised as the older dropped onto the sofa between his legs and rested his head on his stomach. “You're okay, Channie hyung?” he asked, running his hand through his hair.

“Mhm, I'm okay,” he nodded and gently pushed the hem of his shirt further up, exposing his stomach. Chan practically buried his face in his stomach, inhaling deeply. 

Jeongin frowned softly and scratched his scalp lovingly. “You're sure?” 

“Yes,” Chan nodded quickly and closed his eyes comfortably. He felt overwhelmed by his lover's natural scent, the feeling of his warm skin against his cheek, and his long fingers threading through his hair. “Just thinking.”

“Thinking about what?” he asked curiously, and his eyes widened a little as Chan glanced up at him through his lashes. His pupils grew darker, and he visibly pressed down his hips on the sofa. Oh. 

“It's embarrassing,” he shook his head, nuzzling his nose into his firm tummy.

“I don't mind, it's okay,” he encouraged him, getting curious. 

“I just…remember last time? When you told me to keep your cum in?” he asked, blushing softly at the memory of him writhing beneath his lover in an effort to do as he was told. 

“Yeah,” he breathed out, ears burning up at that memory. Chan had looked heavenly. “Can't stop thinking about that,” he admitted. “You looked so pretty.”

“I…I want you to stuff me with your cum until I'm so full I can't hold it anymore. Make me so full. Give me all your babies and…,” he trailed off as Jeongin picked up on his train of thought. 

“Shit, Channie, didn't expect you to have a breeding kink,” he said, and Chan buried his face in his stomach with a soft groan. “Fuck, okay, yes,” he nodded quickly. 

“Yeah?” he asked softly. “We don't have to.”

“No, I really want to,” he said, biting his lower lip. “Wanna make my hyungie feel good, yeah?”

Chan smiled at him, sweet as ever, dimples showing. “Love you so much, my pretty baby.”

“Mhm, love you too. Now get undressed,” he said and reached down to pull his pants off. 

“Wait, right now?” he asked stunned. 

“You can't promise me all that dirty shit and then expect me to just wait for another time,” he argued and raised his eyebrows at him. 

“Mhm, yeah, okay,” he nodded eagerly and scrambled to his feet. “Upstairs?”

“No, right here,” he shook his head. 

“We-we'll make a mess, Innie,” he tried. 

“Don't care,” he shrugged and shuffled down his pants. 

Chan swallowed at the sight of his dick resting against his stomach, already leaking precum. “I-uh, they'll be back soon.”

“And what's so bad about that, huh? You love being everyone's baby, and I love them watching me ruin you,” he smirked, and Chan blushed heavily before nodding. 

“Okay,” he chuckled shyly and took his shirt off. 

Jeongin smirked and sat up, pulling him into his lap. He kissed him firmly and cupped him through his pants, making Chan mewl and press up against his hand eagerly. Pulling away from the kiss, he met Chan's wide, blown eyes and couldn't stop himself from smiling at the blissed-out look on his face. “So excited already, pretty boy?”

Chan bit back a groan as he pressed his hand down on his aching dick and nodded quickly. “Yes, baby.”

“I'll go grab some lube, yeah? You just get undressed and comfortable,” he told him, and Chan did as he said, getting comfortable on the sofa. Jeongin took his time preparing him, sharing sweet and lazy kisses as he did. He loved how sweet Chan got like this, trusting him fully and handing over all control, letting him do whatever he wanted to. Chan soon got whinier beneath him, writhing and begging for more. How could he deny him?

-

Chan would notice that touch no matter when or where. There was something so controlled but soft and loving about it that it could only be him. “Hyung,” he whimpered, nuzzling his face into his hand. His eyes fluttered open, and he smiled, realizing he had been right. 

“What is my kitten doing, hm?” Minho's soft voice sent a shiver down his body, and he couldn't hold back the needy moan leaving his lips. Minho's voice just had that effect on him. “Letting our maknae take care of you?” Minho reached out for Jeongin and gently brushed back his hair. “Such a good boy, taking care of our Channie.”

“Mhm, yes, hyung,” Jeongin moaned softly. “Couldn't stop myself.”

Minho glanced down at Chan writhing on the sofa, continuous weak whimpers leaving him, looking completely blissed out. “How often?” he asked, soothingly running his hand through Chan's sweaty curls. 

“Dunno,” Chan moaned in response. He had lost count of how often Jeongin had made him cum already. 

“Three times,” he answered for him. “But pretty intense, hyungie,” he said and growled as Chan clenched around him with a whimper. “Won't stop begging for more.”

“Wanna be full with your babies,” Chan babbled, no filter anymore. “Please, Innie, don't stop,” he groaned and shuddered with a silent cry as the younger hit his prostate again. 

Minho exchanged a look with Jeongin, and the younger could tell that new discovery took him by surprise. He watched them both for another brief moment before locking eyes with Jeongin. “Slow down, baby.” 

“B-But-,” he whined; he was so close already. 

“Slow down, I don't want you to hurt him,” he said and eyed Chan suspiciously, whose eyes were filling with tears with every hard thrust Jeongin delivered. 

“Okay, hyung,” he gave in and slowed down, looking at him with wide eyes as Chan cried out at the loss of intensity. 

“No, please,” he whimpered. 

Minho gently lifted his head and sat down, letting him rest in his lap. “Channie, my love, you're okay. Doing so well taking Innie like that.”

“I'm a good boy?” he asked timidly, face contorting with pleasure as Jeongin dragged his dick along his prostate. 

“Such a good boy,” Minho nodded fondly and caressed his hair, brushing it off his face. “Feeling good, baby?” he asked their youngest. 

“Yes, hyungie,” he nodded and gently lifted his legs onto his shoulders, changing the angle and thrusting deeper. He leaned down to kiss him, and Chan whimpered deliciously against his lips. 

Minho watched him closely and smirked at the signs of his nearing release. Jeongin was getting more vocal, hips stuttering and thighs trembling. He buried his hand in his hair and pulled him up, chuckling as he made his head heavier to increase the pull. “Look at you,” he said fondly, and Jeongin moaned in response. “Such a good baby, taking care of our Channie boy.”

“Yes, hyung, I took good care of him,” he smiled happily, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as Chan tensed up, clenching him hard and covering their chests once again. “Fuck,” he moaned out and couldn't control himself, thrusting into Chan hard and desperate for a few times before spilling into him all over again. He dropped down onto him shakily, spent from his own three prior orgasms, and tried to push himself up again as Chan whimpered his name. 

“Shh, baby,” Minho soothingly fondled his hair. “You did so well; let your hyung handle this now.” Minho slipped from beneath Chan and gently lifted Jeongin off him, ensuring he was comfortable beside him. He brushed back his hair and gave him a soft kiss. “If you prepare yourself while I take care of Channie I'll reward you after, yeah?”

“Yes, hyungie, please,” he whispered eagerly, a heavy blush settling on his cheeks. Minho giggled and planted another tiny kiss on his nose and forehead. 

“Minho hyung,” Channie whined and reached out for him. “Need you.”

Minho moved between his thighs and gently fondled them. “Mhm, hyung’s going to take care of you, pretty boy. You're so full already you're making a mess of the sofa. I'll give you one more, and then that's enough for today, yeah?”

“O-Okay,” he nodded, trying to keep it all in until Minho was ready. 

“Alright, pretty boy, relax, yeah?” he asked, and Chan did, wincing softly as some of Jeongin’s cum dribbled down his cheeks. Minho didn't waste much time, easing his dick inside and biting back an obscene moan at the feeling. Chan felt warm and still so tight, walls fluttering as he pushed deeper. “Fuck, you're such a mess,” he groaned at the feeling of pushing Jeongin’s cum deeper into his wet heat. 

Chan beneath him whined deliciously at that comment. Jeongin reached out for him and intertwined their hands as he started preparing himself for Minho later. “Feels so good, hyung,” Chan moaned in pure bliss, and Minho started moving. 

Minho stuck to deep, slow thrusts, not wanting to hurt Chan, who didn’t seem to notice much anymore. His stomach flipped, watching his lover's blissed-out expression and hearing the sweet little sounds leaving his lips. “You two can’t behave for once when I’m gone,” he laughed, and Jeongin snorted in response. 

“Not my fault, I swear,” he told him, moaning softly as his fingers pushed deeper. “Only gave him what he wanted so badly.”

“Min,” Chan whined sweetly beneath him, head falling back. “So close,” he whimpered, and Minho soothingly rubbed his thigh. 

“That’s alright, kitten, you’re doing so well,” he assured him and soothingly kissed him. “Just let go for me, yeah?” he whispered, and Chan whimpered in response before shuddering around him, covering Minho’s shirt. Minho picked up pace and pushed as deep as he could as he came not to waste a single drop. Chan moaned obscenely at the feeling, and if he hadn’t been so tired already, Minho would’ve gone again. He pulled out with a soft grunt and spread Chan’s legs, humming softly at the desperate whimper leaving his hyung’s lips. “Innie baby?” he asked, and the younger hummed softly.

“Wanna help your hyung clean up while I take care of you?” he asked, and Chan’s eyes widened with excitement. 

“Fucks sake, you two are insane,” he breathed out but got settled between Chan’s legs, shoving a pillow beneath him. He smirked at Chan before spreading his cheeks and licking up between them with a sweet moan, collecting Minho’s and his cum. The groan that left his lips as Minho pushed inside him shot vibrations up Chan’s body, making Minho grin. Yeah, that would do it to grant them all some fun. 

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[daisyblog]

When Three Becomes Four

Harry's House Masterlist Summary: Oliver becomes a big brother.

Oliver: Aged 3

2015. It was certainly a year to remember. From One Direction's stadium tours, touring with a two year old, Zayn leaving the band, Baby Styles number two on their way, One Direction deciding to take a break - a hiatus they said - to celebrating Oliver's third birthday.

As much as YN had enjoyed touring with the band, watching them grow bigger and bigger each time, and watching Oliver soak up every moment and watch his Daddy and uncles sing and dance each night. She was relieved when they had decided to take a break, because touring with a baby and toddler was just not ideal.

It had been two days since the boys performed their last performance on The X Factor. It was an emotional day - YN watched as each of the boys took in the bittersweet moment. They had been non-stop busy for five years. Flying from one country to the other. performing night after night. They loved it, but they deserved a break.

Like when they were expecting Oliver, YN and Harry had chosen not to find out the gender of the baby. They would often sit in the evenings when Oliver was sleeping and discuss what they thought their second born would be.

Cuddled up on the sofa, YN's leg covering Harry's - his hand placed on her growing bump. Taking them back a few years ago to when Oliver was in there. Except the few changes, Harry's hair was long, YN had also decided to dye her hair a lighter colour and Oliver was now here, sleeping soundly upstairs.

"I think we're having a girl" Harry spoke out loud, his hand moving in soft motions against YN's bump. A big grin covering his face, dimples popping out.

"Why?" YN asked, feeling calm as Harry's hand drew circles against her skin. She could feel herself slowly starting to be pulled into sleep at the relaxing motion.

"Dunno...just got the feeling ya know" Harry began to explain "And I think she's going to look like you..literally your double..but with my personality-"

"So she's going to be sassy and a diva" YN joked, a little giggle leaving her lips. Harry tried to act hurt but the laugh fell from his lips.

"Yeh..'cause Ollie's my double but he's got your calm and quieter ways"

Anne and Robin had come to stay, like they had when Oliver's due date was near. They had offered to take Oliver out for a little walk and play in the park to give YN some time to rest.

"Peas mummy..I go to ark with Gama and Gampa?" Oliver's little pleads could be heard as he stared up at her with his father's eyes. And the little mispronunciations were just so adorable. How could anyone say no?

YN chuckled as he bounced up and down in excitement, repeating "peas" over and over. "Of course you can Olls..go and get your shoes please".

"Oh Mum..watch him on the road, he's started running off..and don't push him too high on the swings, he doesn't like it..also there's a really big slide there that we don't let him go on 'cause he'll try and go on it-" Harry's rambling was interrupted by YN.

"Harry..babe..calm down, Olls will be fine with your Mum and Robin" YN reassured Harry as he ran his fingers through his long hair, giving it a little shake.

"Yeh..I know..sorry..I just worry" Oliver's loud footsteps were heard as he ran back into the room, now wearing his shoes. In the last few months, he has become really independent and wants to do a lot for himself.

"Harry..he'll be fine..I promise I'll keep you updated the whole time" Anne reassured her son, rubbing his arm slightly to comfort him. "C'mon then little man..let's go and have some fun" Anne spoke to Oliver as she helped him to put his coat and hat on.

"Gama?" Oliver's little voice spoke, as Anne kneeled down in front of him. Zipping up his coat, feeling a sense of deja vu as she remembers doing the exact same thing with Harry.

"Yes my darling" Anne looked up into the little green eyes staring back at her. Innocent, sweet and the image of his father.

She loves Gemma and Harry, they are her babies and always will be. She even loves YN like a daughter. But there was something about a grandchild. It was special and a feeling like no other, especially when Oliver spoke the next few words. "I wuv you".

Robin smiled at the scene in front of him, knowing how much those words would mean to his wife. Harry and YN looked at eachother with proud smiles, their eyes communicating for them. Being in the biggest boyband and becoming a young Dad, Harry received some negative comments, YN too. But looking at their little boy now, polite, kind and loving, they couldn't be any prouder of him or themselves for raising him into the sweet boy he is.

Anne rubs her finger across Oliver's little cheek "I love you too my sweet boy..more than all the stars in the sky", before pulling him into a tight cuddle.

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Anne, Robin and Oliver had left about half hour ago. Anne had already sent a photo and a video of Oliver running around the park and laughing as he went down the slide with Robin catching him at the bottom.

After half hour of fixing things around the house, and making the most of a busy toddler being out of the house. The couple find themselves lounging on the sofa, a random film playing in the background.

YN wasn't sure if it was her hormones, the fact that being intimate was pretty much nonexistent whilst pregnant, touring the world and looking after a toddler or if it was the effect Harry had always had on her. But sneaking a look at Harry, especially with his hair tied back into a bun, she could feel her tummy start to flutter. She craved him.

Making a bold move, she moved so her knees were either side of his thighs and she carefully placed herself on his lap. Harry was taken by surprise but his hand naturally landed on her hips. "Uh..hi", a giggled escaped his lips, feelings a blush creep up onto his cheeks.

YN didn't reply, not with words anyway. She leaned down and captured his lips with his. It was urgent, rushed and messy. Their lips didn't break, both afraid to waste another moment. Harry hands wandered from her hips to her thighs to her bottom. YN's hands wandered from Harry's neck, to the back of his head, to trying to run them through his long locks.

As their actions become needier and they craved more form eachother, YN urged Harry to lie down. Not breaking apart. "Fuck, I've missed this" Harry spoke against her lips.

"Mhmm" YN agreed, lost for words as Harry left small kisses up her neck, knowing that was her weakness. Their hands still wandering around eachother's bodies, pulling and grabbing.

Just as Harry was going to make the next move, he felt a warm liquid between them, making him stop his movements. Snapping back into reality, as YN's bump sat between them, he'd realised what may have happened. But Harry being Harry, he couldn't resist making a joke. "Either you're very wet for me...you've pissed yourself...or your water's have gone".

YN took a frustrated sigh, slightly annoyed that of all the times her water's could have broken, it was when they were finally alone and trying to make the most of it. "I just wanted some sex..was that too much to ask?" a slight playfulness could be heard.

Harry threw his head back, feeling amused but aware of the large problem sat in his shorts. "Told ya..it's a little girl and she's gonna keep us busy, and clearly stop me from getting any".

"I guess it's time to have a baby" YN smiled down at Harry, him mimicking her grin.

---

It was like the minute YN's waters broke, the cramps and contraction came in full force. They had stayed at home for as long as possible. Harry had phoned his Mum to explain the situation and they agreed it may have been best for them to take Oliver to Gemma's to stay whilst they were still at home.

YN was holding onto the chair, in their kitchen. Swaying her hips back and forth, trying to ease the pain as she breathed through the contraction. Harry right behind her, a lot more relaxed this time around, knowing what to expect. He rubbed circles on her back, trying to provide some comfort.

"They're getting closer together..I think we should head to the hospital now" Harry suggested as he looked down at his phone, where he had been timing each contraction, noticing how sooner they were coming.

Harry gathered all their hospital bags, including the babies, and packed them into the car. When they arrived at the hospital, noticing how YN was hunched over in pain, trying her best to breathe through yet another contraction, she was wheeled into a private labour room by a midwife.

They had arrived an hour ago. YN was now wearing a hospital gown, whilst she laid on the bed. Harry sat to her side, holding her hand that wasn't clasping onto to the gas and air. She took in a large amount of gas and air as she felt another contraction hit.

"You're doing so well YN..keep going and you should have a baby by tonight" the midwife, Sophie spoke as she looked on at the scene in front of her.

Harry was taken back, when YN turned to him with a scowl, "You're not coming near me again...I can't do this fucking pain again", as she began to breathe in the gas and air. He was confused, only a few hours ago she was straddling him and wanting to be intimate.

Like the midwife read his mind, "Don't take it personally, we hear that quite a lot..she's in a lot of pain and doesn't mea-"

"I do mean it" YN managed to get out, as she went back to the gas and air, fighting the pain.

The next few hours involved, many more contractions, lots of gas and air, YN changing into different position, Harry rubbing her back and whispering words of encouragement each time as she worked through the pain.

It was around 10:32pm, when a stronger contraction hit, causing YN to cry out in pain. "I-I...I think I...I need to push". She had done it once before, she knew the feeling. Sophie, the midwife, lifted the hospital gown and could clearly see the babies head.

"You're doing amazing YN...keep listening to your body and soon you'll have your beautiful baby in your arms" Sophie encouraged as she began to gather the essential ready for the baby's arrival. Harry held onto YN's hand, and brushing the hair away from her face, leaving a small peck on her head.

At 11:10pm, YN pushed for the last time. A loud piercing cry filled the room. Tears flowed down YN and Harry's cheeks at the sound of their baby entering the world on the 15th of December 2015. Harry leaned down, leaving a kiss on YN's forhead.

"I love you so much...you're amazing" Harry spoke into YN's ear, still amazed at how women could do such a wonderful thing, as bring life into the world. "Thank you for the best gifts in life".

Interrupting their moment, Sophie spoke as she placed the newborn onto YN's bare chest, encouraging the skin to skin contact. "Congratulations Mummy and Daddy..meet your beautiful baby girl".

A baby girl. Proving Harry right, she had her mother's eyes, turned up nose and petite lips. The mini version of YN. It was in that moment as they both sat and stared at the little baby laying on YN's chest, that they knew their family was now complete.

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It was the next afternoon, YN was resting in bed, a white blanket covering her body. Harry was sat on the chair next to the bed cuddling their daughter as she had just finished a bottle of milk. The door squeaked open, Anne peeping around as Oliver ran in straight toward his Mummy.

"Mummy!"

"Careful with Mummy Olls" Harry stepped in as he saw his son run and jump up on the bed, clearly he had missed her. He smiled as Oliver wrapped his arms around YN's neck and YN leaving small kisses to his cheek, before signalling his family to enter.

Anne took in the scene of her son holding his daughter in his arms. A rush of emotions hit her. Her second born, holding his second born. She quickly snapped a photo of the two, before going over and giving YN a quick cuddle and checking she was okay.

"Come and meet your sisters Ollie" Harry spoke. Oliver reluctantly moving from his mother side, and walking slowly towards them. He looked at the little baby in his father's arms, slowly bringing up his finger to touch his sister's hand.

"Baby?" His sweet voice spoke "My baby?". Making everyone chuckle at the innocence and the loving side of the little boy shining through.

"Yeh..she's your baby sister..do you want to know her name?" Harry asked, his mini him staring back with wide eyes, nodding eagerly. Anne, Robin and Gemma's ears listening intently, desperate to know the name of their new granddaughter and niece. "Emilie Lily Styles".

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[russellsppttemplates]

For the rest of our lives (Mick Schumacher)

Getting married to the love of your life when you're young only means you share all of the memories and experiences with your partner in crime

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated, and while I'm not actively taking requests, I am writing some blurbs when I can so if you have any ideas or concepts that can be written in a small amount of sentences and you want to share, feel free to do so!

Tw: alcohol consumption

"My love, we have been invited to go out tonight", your husband said as he sat down on the sofa next to your desk in home office, making you focus on him instead of the spreadsheet in front of you, "we have? I could use a night out actually", you mused, thinking about how you had bought yourself a new dress that would be perfect for the occasion, "if you want to, they we'll go. I still have a few more hours of work before I have to sign off for the weekend, but other than that, everything is fine by me", you said as you watched him type what you assumed was a response saying you'd be joining the group, "will it bother you too much if I stay here? I promise I won't distract you", he said in a low tone, "of course you can, and maybe you can get me a coffee too, please?", you pouted, knowing he wouldn't say no as he got up and headed tor the kitchen before coming back with your favourites, "thank you, love", you said as you took a sip, your feet somehow managing to land on top of his thighs so you could have some form of physical contact between you while you finished your work.

After logging off, you took a quick shower before joining Mick in the kitchen to help him with dinner, Angie always following you whenever you went near the cupboards in hopes of getting some treats that might fall from your hands, ending up sitting by your feet while you both have dinner, discussing day to day things before you tidied and went upstairs to get ready. You stood in front of the mirror in your dressing table, shaking your hair so it wouldn't be too flat before trying to grab the thin fabric that would be tied around your back to secure everything in, "Do you want some help with that?", you heard your husband's teasing tone, turning to face the mirror again and letting him tie the straps, "is this good? Not too tight?", he asked as he made sure he wasn't squeezing you before making you turn around to face him, "you look incredible, schatz, absolutely incredible", he said as he pressed kisses to your shoulders going up to your neck before kissing your lips, "glad I did not put lipstick on yet, otherwise you would've smudged it, mister", you said before you took his appearance, "you look really good too, definitely the most handsome man", you said as you cupped his cheeks, his skin soft to the touch, making him kiss your palm, "we're one good looking couple, that's for sure", he said before he helped you put on your shoes and coat and leave the house.

You arrived at the club you'd be spending the night in, greeting your friends before they offered the first round, shots arriving to the table before you all downed them, your friend making you join her on the dance floor, waving every now and again to see your husband winking at you from the booth, "excuse me, would you allow me to buy you a drink? No one deserves to be here all alone and no drinks", you heard someone say before you turned to see who the voice belonged to, facing a man who was about your age as you showed him your drink on your left hand, "Oh, you're married. Sorry, didn't mean to offend. I'll leave you be", he hurried off, apologising again as your friend hit your shoulder playfully, "that thing on your finger just stopped us from having free drinks", she shook her head as you smiled at her, playing with your rings before you saw Mick and your friend's partner join you two with new drinks, "was he bothering you, gorgeous? Are you okay?", he checked for any signs of uneasiness, "on the contrary, Mick, he got so flustered when he saw her rings that he apologised and rushed off", your friend giggled as you circled your husband's waist, nestling your body on his, "he thought you were gorgeous too, but I noticed it first", he said as he kissed your forehead, taking a sip from his drink afterwards as he just swayed you both to the music playing, enjoying how you felt near him and in his arms.

"This one is for us, liebling", he said as he handed you another shot, downing it along with you as you shook your head at the taste, "that one did burn actually", you said before you looked lovingly at him, "I love you, to the moon and back" you whispered in his ear as you watched him become a blushy mess, his sweet giggles a sight to behold, "you want to know something?", you said as you laced your fingers in his, wedding bands clinking in eachother before you kissed his lips again, "I love you", you said sweetly before peppering kisser all over his cheeks, the blush from the heat, alcohol and your words making him look even more handsome to you.

Arriving home was easy considering your state, your heels dropped on the floor while you went to the bedroom, helping your husband take his clothes off before he helped you out of yours and into your pyjamas, "you're so pretty, liebling", he mused, "so pretty".

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"C'mon Angie, let's keep going", you urged the dog who, like you, was showing already some signs of tiredness, "I promise we are nearly there", Mick said a few steps in front of you. You had decided to go for a hike, taking the opportunity since Mick was home for the weekend and you did not have any extra work to do, the sunny day outside inviting to spend it outside. True to his words, you soon arrived at a beautiful waterfall, making you drop you backpack as you looked at how the water fell and pooled at the end, Angie drinking some of the water as you and Mick took it all in, "this is beautiful", you whispered as he joined you, hugging you from behind, "it is", he replied back before kissing your cheek, "thank you for agreeing to come with us", he whispered as his breath fanned your neck tickling you, "please, if I had stayed home, not even Angie would've come with you so early in the morning, we would have stayed all snuggled up in the warm bed", you teased as you felt him smirk against your skin, "well, then I can go on my own anyway", he said as he peeled himself from you, starting to take his t-shirt off and shorts too after he checked once again that you were all alone, making you bite your lip a you watched him fold his clothes on top of his backpack before going for a swim, "it's too warm there, here is fresher", he said as you knew he was tempting you to join him, the sight incredible for him as you too started taking off your leggings and hoodie, joining him while Angie also swam around, "need cuddles", you said as you opened your arms to circle them around his waist, your body erupting in goosebumps from the different temperatures, "you make me crazy, Mick, absolutely crazy", you said as you caressed his torso and kissed all over his chest, "is that because of my body, the fact that I woke you up early to get here or that we're swimming with no clothes on in a small waterfall?", he teased, pulling your lips in for a kiss, "honestly? All of the above. And maybe the fact that you drive really fast cars and it gets me all nervous, but I could go with this right here, yeah", you mumbled into his skin, continuing to press kisses to his pale skin.

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Driving in the mud was the plan for the day, Gina helping you with breakfast before the boys came downstairs to join you, "Good morning, good morning", you heard Mick say before he came up to you, circling his arms around your waist while you pushed eggs around in the pan, "Hello gorgeous, what are you making?", he said before kissing your shoulder, "some eggs, Gina is on toast duty, I have some avocado sliced already", you said as you moved the food into a bowl, ready for the table as you sat down, going over the plans one more time while eating and tidying up.

"Here, you need this for your pretty little head", he said as he kissed the top of your head before putting a helmet on your head, "now you're all safe", he smiled before he put his own on, checking you were strapped in safely before fastening his belt and starting the engine, "can you start slowly first, please?", you asked loud enough for him to hear, "so I can get used to it", you knew you were blushing under the devices protecting you, "of course. Squeeze my thigh if you need me to stop, yeah?", he checked again before he sped it up, your laughs and enjoyment through the roof as he did all kinds of imaginary circuits.

Getting off a while later, your legs felt like jelly from all the adrenaline as you shrieked with Gina about what you had just done, feeling your husband hug you, "You're all dirty, Mick!", you yelled, "you say that like you're much cleaner!", he replied back, the mud spreading between you as Gina took a photo of the moment, "Oh, there's your child!", her partner said as Angie approached the area with Corinna now that the cars were no longer going, deciding to stand by your mother in law instead of the usual excited greeting, "c'mon, baby, come here for a cuddle", you bent down while she looked weary, "she's thinking you're all dirty, no way she's getting near that", Corinna offered with a giggle, "Oh, especially herself, goodness knows how she is whenever it is bathtime".

Later on the evening, now in bed cuddled up to you, Mick thought about the past few days, "I love having you with me at all times", he mused and you looked at him, response ready in your tongue, "I would hope so, you married me after all. Until further information, this is for life", you smiled as you watched him slightly roll his eyes, "I mean that, though. I love that you're mine and I'm yours. That we get to share everything for the rest of our lives, together", he said as he kissed your lips, sealing his lifelong promise to love and cherish you.

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[ampropeller]

Ok guys, I've been thinking about this...

*English is not my first language*

"Love, I really have to finish checking these documents," your husband said as you sat on his lap.

It was another Friday night, Alex had come home early from work, you decided to make dinner for the two of you, you savoured the pasta you'd made with some wine, just as things were about to get hotter, your husband received a call recruiting him to the office, the five minutes he'd promised you turned into an hour. You were itching to have your man to yourself again, for God's sake. You walked through the office door wearing nothing but his shirt and a plate of cake in your hands. You looked at the sofa but decided to sit in one of the best places in the world for you. His lap.

"What's wrong with that?" You pouted "I just don't want to feel alone while you work, let me stay, okay?" you asked, giving him a kiss on the nose, and he smiled.

"All right, but be good, okay?" You nodded as you took a bite of the cake on your plate "When I've finished we'll go upstairs and I'll make it up to you"

He went back to checking the papers, you ate your cake, there was no sound in the room except for you savouring the chocolate cake, your sounds and sighs from the cake made him a little uncomfortable, everything was making the room fucking hot, you sitting on him, dressed only in his dress shirt, which was extremely large and went down to his thighs, the sounds you made from savouring the cake. He didn't know if he was going to have enough concentration and self-control to check all the documents with you so dangerously close to him.

Things got worse when you started rubbing yourself unashamedly against his thigh.

"You just came here for my dick, didn't you?" He asked when he began to feel you rubbing yourself purposefully against his thigh. At that point he told all the work to fuck off. Focussing only on you. "I told you to behave yourself"

"Alex, please, I need you now" You whimpered, starting to kiss the neck still covered by his shirt.

"Don't be such a desperate whore, my love" He straightened her on his legs "I told you to wait but since you can't spend much time having my dick fill your needy pussy, you came to rub against me like a little bitch" Alex entangled his hands in your hair, making you look into his eyes that were dark with obvious lust.

The man lifted the shirt you were wearing, exposing your bare ass, with no panties underneath, as he predicted. Girl, you were in trouble.

"No panties, huh?" He placed his hand on her uncovered ass, squeezing it "you cheeky little bitch" He slapped it, eliciting a moan from you

"Alex, I need you, now, please" You moaned for him, starting to open the top buttons of your shirt, as he captured your lips in a wild kiss. He stood up with you on his lap, placing your body on top of the masa, not caring about anything that was there. In one movement he took off the shirt you were wearing, leaving you completely naked, at his mercy.

You helped him get rid of his clothes, leaving him naked, his cock pressing into your bodies as you kissed passionately and savagely. His hands roamed his body, squeezing and leaving marks everywhere, marks that would take a while to come off and that he would love to see on his body when he looked. You are his and always will be. He began rubbing your sensitive clit, drawing moans from you that were like music to your ears. "As much as I love eating you out, you decided to make things complicated for yourself, darling. Turn around" He spoke with such authority in his tone that you quickly turned your back to him, he placed your body down on top of the table, leaving your ass in the air. Grabbing a handful of his hair, he began to thrust deep into you, both of you moaning in pleasure "Fuck, holy shit" You heard him. “Al…please, please, Alex” You begged and he slapped your ass hard again with punishment, digging his nails into it. "Shut the fuck up" He demanded.

"More," you asked, moaning wildly at him. He accelerated his thrusts, her arse hitting him again and again, their sweaty bodies, loud moans that could be heard, but neither of them were worried about it. "Al, Al, Al, Alex," you moaned his name over and over, as if it were your most devout prayer. He pulled you to him, with your back against his chest, slowed down his thrusts, his hand found your neck and wrapped around it as he increased his thrusts again, making you see stars when you closed your eyes. Your breasts swayed with his movements, he grabbed one of them and squeezed, playing with the needy nipple. You felt your whole body tremble with excitement.

His left hand tangled in your hair, pulling it, while his right hand was firm on your neck. His mouth was open in an 'O', you dug your nails into the table, he was fucking you as hard and fast as possible, he was insane. You didn't complain about the brute force he was putting into pulling your hair, on the contrary, you moaned ecstatically. "look how you are? you can't even speak, I'll only let you go when my cum is deep inside that tight pussy, that's what you wanted, my cock deep inside you" He sped up his movements and you moaned with difficulty, because of his hand on your neck, you felt like you wouldn't last long, you're going to cum.

"Oh, I-I'm goi-ing " you said with some difficulty. “cum for me, love, cum” he said, releasing your neck and placing chaste kisses on the spot he pressed, your face was red, as was your neck. "Al-lex, I-I..." There wasn't even time for you to finish the sentence, you were cumming. Your body shook and your legs felt weak. His hands ran down his body, holding on tight while he was still inside you chasing his own orgasm. He came inside you and in your ass, leaving you full of him and painted with his cum. He continued holding his body as he pulled out of you. You were a mess, your lips were red matching your neck which was also marked by his fingers.

"baby? are you still here?" He lightly patted your cheek, you were breathing deeply, with your eyes closed, your body was weak, your pussy was still pulsing and you felt Alex's cum inside you, your legs were wobbly and you felt high. You just murmured in response to him, you didn't even have the strength to speak and show how good it was. "We'd better go to the bedroom, huh?" He picked you up "Let's take a shower and go to bed, baby" He sealed your lips. He left the office, taking you sleepily to the bathroom.

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[enchxanting]

our love is god [ethan landry] pt. 3

read part 2 here || all parts

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: angst, alcohol abuse, partying, slight physical altercation (v v minor)

a/n: bro this chapter is so long i literally can't help myself when it comes to angst. i promised ethan content last chapter and i will continue to deliver! also ik the formatting is weird on mobile but I cannot be bothered to fix it my b!!

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To say that the car ride is tense would be a gross understatement. It would be more apt to call it torture.

Chad hates listening to the radio when he drives, so we sit in silence. Tara lays claim to the passenger’s seat, so Anika, Mindy, and I cram into the back. It’s claustrophobic without a real middle seat, Mindy perched in the divide.

My breathing becomes shallower, but I can’t tell if it’s caused by the recycled air or the tension between Tara and me. This car ride is never going to end.

Until, miraculously, it does. Chad parks across the street from an unassuming two-story house. We pile out, and I can finally breathe again, reveling in the cool night air.

After I’ve calmed down, I chase after Tara. “Hey, Tar, wait. Can we talk?”

Her brow furrows slightly. “What, Y/N?”

“I don’t want there to be any, um, weird vibe between us tonight. I know earlier was tough, and Sam can be overbearing but she cares about you, and I…” I trail off. I can tell this isn’t working.

Tara avoids my gaze. “It’s fine, Y/N, seriously. Let’s just have fun, okay?”

I want to try again, but she turns on her heels and walks away, catching up to Chad. Nowhere else to go, I trail behind them, following their lead through a side door into the building.

There are people everywhere, way more than I was expecting for a community college party. They’re scattered throughout the first floor, arranged haphazardly in a mess of armchairs, mismatched sofas, and various surfaces that are now being used for beer pong. I look for a familiar face in the crowd, but I’ve already lost my friends.

Now alone, I decide it’s a better time than any to drink my feelings away. I reach into a nearby cooler, not caring what comes up. It’s terrible beer, but I don’t super care right now. All I want is to forget about the way Tara looked at me during her fight with Sam.

I find an empty corner and watch the crowd. Even though this is a small town, I don’t recognize many people. I see a few kids who could be in my class, people I might have forged an absence for, but no one I’ve had a real conversation with. I keep scanning the crowd until I realize who I’m really looking for: Ethan. Ethan-who-I-haven’t-actually-met-yet-Ethan. My face goes red, and I know I must look like an idiot standing in the corner and blushing to myself.

I’m distracted from my daydreams by Tara and Chad, who move into the unofficial dance floor. She’s feeling herself, clearly slightly tipsy already (I don’t know how, considering we’ve been here for all of 10 minutes). I drink some more of my beer as I watch them dance together. As she loses herself in the music, I notice how intently Chad is watching her, a shy smile creeping onto his face. I laugh quietly. How did I miss that?

Tara doesn’t seem to notice his obvious infatuation. She dances towards the cooler I pulled my beer from, finding one of her own. I watch in mixed horror and amazement as she downs half the can. I guess she wasn’t kidding about getting shitfaced, then.

I’m suddenly overcome by melancholy– not atypical when I’m kinda drunk. Tonight, though, after the mess with Tara and the long car ride, it feels shittier than usual. There are too many people here, my feet hurt from standing, and the music is too loud. I need to get the hell out of here. But Chad’s my ride, and he’s not leaving Tara anytime soon. With no other option, I head upstairs.

It takes me five tries to find a room that’s unlocked, but I eventually stumble my way into a small guest room, locking the door behind me. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths.

“Uh– sorry. I can leave?”

My eyes snap open as quickly as they shut. You’ve got to be kidding me.

Reclining on the bed is none other than Ethan fucking Landry. I can’t decide whether to thank God or curse him.

“Oh, shit, no, it’s fine, sorry– you’re good,” I say. “I just, um, just needed a quiet place to hide for a little and this room was unlocked but if you’re here already it’s chill–”

“No, no, you’re good. I was doing the same thing.” He nervously runs a hand through his curls, and it’s so endearing that my heart skips a beat. “You can, um… you could stay? I don’t mind.” He scoots over, making room for me.

I know what I’d usually do here– make a polite excuse and hide in a bathroom– but between my desperation for reprieve and the liquid courage from earlier, I feel like trying something else.

So, I join him, kicking off my shoes and sitting against the backboard. “Thanks,” I say. “I really, really need a break.”

He chuckles a little. “Don’t mention it, really. I’m Ethan.”

“Oh, I know.” Holy shit. Why the fuck did I say that?

His eyes widen a little. “Wait, really? How?”

I search for an acceptable answer. “Um, my friend Mindy said that she had American History with you. Not a lot of new kids around here besides me, especially not right after spring break, so… I looked you up?”

He smirks slightly. “Huh, stalker much?” I open my mouth to protest, but he cuts me off. “It’s okay, I, um, ‘looked you up’ too. After lunch today. Just… curious, I guess.”

We both laugh a little at this. It’s exciting to know that he’s interested in me, too. I’ve never had any guys reciprocate that kind of thing.

“So, what did you hope to find?” he asks. “What do you want to know?”

I pause. “Everything, I guess. Why’d you come here, in the middle of the year?”

“Dad got transferred. He’s a cop, a detective, but they wanted to replace him in his department. They couldn’t fire him without a bunch of legal shit involved, so they transferred him here.”

“Good fucking luck,” I laugh. “This town doesn’t have the cleanest crime record.”

“Eh, I’m used to it,” he says. “We’ve moved around all my life… Dallas, Baton Rouge, Vegas, Sacramento… Woodsboro.”

“Jesus. Who’s we?”

“My sister and I. Quinn. She’s actually the reason I’m here– she’s taking some classes during her gap year. Trying to apply to bigger colleges. I would usually never come to this sort of thing, which is why I’m, uh, hiding upstairs.

“Me either,” I say. “My friends dragged me here. Tara picked out this outfit and everything. I feel so weird.”

His eyes drift over me. “I mean… I think you look really good?”

I meet his gaze. The tension between us is suddenly real– it’s almost suffocating. All I can think about is how much I want to kiss him, and I’ve almost made up my mind to do it when I hear a commotion from down the hall.

I pull away, concerned. There’s a second of something dark on his face before it’s replaced with his typical bashful demeanor. “What do you think that was?” he asks.

As much as I want to stay here with him, something tells me I need to see what’s wrong. “I don’t know, we should go look.”

I open the door to a disturbing sight. Some guy has a visibly intoxicated Tara by the arm. Chad, Anika, and Mindy are following him as he tries to take her into one of the rooms. My heart sinks and my palms go sweaty. I feel sick– I can’t let this happen. As he walks through the hall, I get in his way. “Hey, man, let her go. She’s done for the night.”

Tara drunkenly puts her arm on my shoulder. “No, no, Y/N, it’s okay. I’m good.”

The guy sneers at me. “Yeah, dude, we’re good.”

There is no way in hell I am letting this happen. “No, ‘dude,’ we’re not good. Let her go. Trust me. You don’t want this.” I motion to my friends behind us, who all look ready to get messy.

The guy falters, muttering something sounding suspiciously similar to “whatever, bitch,” and lets Tara go. I watch him walk away before turning back to Tara. “Oh my god, Tar, are you okay? I can’t believe that.”

I expect a hug, a thank-you, or maybe just a smile. The stinging of her hand against my cheek is shocking, to say the least.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” she says. “I can’t believe you did that, you fucking embarrassed me!”

I rub my cheek. “Are you kidding, Tara? That guy was a dick, he was going to take advantage of you!”

“So fucking what?” She’s yelling now. “If I want to hook up with an asshole, that’s my decision. Or, or, if I want to argue with my sister over some dumb party, I’ll do it, and I don’t need anyone’s opinion. Don’t pretend like you know shit about me or my life, because you don’t. You think you can show up here after what happened last year and act like you know any of us that lived it, but you don’t, Y/N. You fucking don’t! So leave me alone, and stay out of my fucking business.”

I’m frozen. I don’t know if I’m feeling more hurt, angry, embarrassed, or just plain sad. For her to say those things, to, in some way, confirm my biggest fears about Woodsboro… I don’t know. I don’t know what to say or do.

But Tara doesn’t wait for me to figure it out. She stumbles away, pushing past Chad, Mindy, and Anika. The twins rush after her, presumably worried about her ability to stand straight. Anika lingers for a second, giving me a pitying look and mouthing “I’m so sorry” before running off.

Though I understand their actions (Tara is drunker than I am, more unpredictable, and more likely to get hurt) their absence still stings. My eyes well with hot tears. Everything is out of control.

I turn around to compose myself and notice Ethan standing in the doorway. “Are you okay, Y/N?” he says.

Sweet, shy, Ethan. His big brown eyes are looking straight at mine for the first time that night– it makes me shiver.

All I want is to get out of this house. Leave. With him.

So I ask him, “Do you want to get out of here?”

#ethan landry #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry fanfiction #scream 2023 #scream 6 #heathers #heathers au #high school au #jack champion

[chansslvr]

linked lines-hwang hyunjin x male reader

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warnings: mentions of bl00d, beating the reader up, angst, divorced parents, abuse, swears (i think im not too sure lol)

m/n lived in a world where everybody had soulmates. they could communicate by drawing/writing on their body. most people found their soulmates, but m/n wasn't keen at all. in fact, he promised himself that he would never meet his soulmate, he would only drag them down.

m/n hated his life at this point. he was depressed, and if he said he wasn't he'd be lying. even though it was pretty severe, he was still popular. people did notice how he was usually upset or quiet, but nobody commented on it. he was popular due to his looks. did he like the attention? sometimes. and those 'sometimes' were very very rare. he was pretty, and everybody knew it.

m/n was currently in maths, and he hated the subject. hell, he hated school. what was the point? it wasn't gonna get him anywhere anyway. m/n furrowed his brows as his teacher kept on talking about algebra. how the hell did letters have anything to do with numbers? he looked down at his book, to be met with a few answers he copied from the person next to him.

with a sigh, m/n grabbed his pen. after a few seconds of hesitation, and thinking of the detention he was 100% going to get, he began doodling on his arm. it was small, nothing too special. it had loads of lines, like he was sketching. except it was on his arm. m/n continued doodling until he got bored. he sighed again and looked back at his book, deciding to focus on his work.

towards the end half of the lesson, m/n felt a tingling sensation on his arm. he pulled his sleeve up ever so slightly to see the words 'you're a good artist!' with a small smiley face. m/n furrowed his brows and picked up his pen, quickly writing down 'no i'm not.' he watched again as the tingling sensation came back. now the words 'don't think so badly of yourself' proudly presented themselves on his wrist.

m/n frowned and put his pen down, resting his elbow on the table and letting his head lean on his palm. before he knew it, the lesson ended. with a slight groan, m/n stood up and packed away his belongings before abruptly leaving the classroom, ignoring the yells from the teacher saying stuff like, "i didn't tell you to pack up!" and scoldings, along with the murmurs and whispers from the class.

it was now saturday, which m/n dreaded. tomorrow, he had a taekwondo competition tomorrow, which he was not excited for. he heard rumours that a group called 'stray kids' were going to perform. he shrugged it off, and sat at his desk. he put on his headphones to ignore the yelling coming from downstairs as his father yelled at his new 'girlfriend.'

his parents had gotten divorced when m/n was around ten, he remembered the day as if it was yesterday.

"i'm sick of this, minjun! we have been married for fourteen years and you're deciding to cheat on me now?!" m/n's mother yelled at m/n's father. m/n watched from behind the wall, tears streaming down his cheeks. his parents had gotten into fights, but they were never this bad.

"for the last time sun hee, i was not cheating!" m/n's father screamed back. the day was perfectly fine before m/n's father had brought someone home from work. m/n saw it too. he watched as his father made out with some young, ugly woman. 'doesn't papa only do that with mama?' m/n asked himself as he watched from the sofa, as his father was now unbuttoning the lady's blouse.

then, they went upstairs. m/n furrowed his eyebrows, before shrugging and turning back to the tv. after a few hours, m/n heard the front door open. m/n's mother entered, she looked tired as usual. she entered the living room after taking off her heels and replacing them with slippers."ah, m/n. has papa fed you yet?" m/n looked up at his mother and shook his head. m/n heard his mother sigh, probably from fatigue, and gently kissed m/n's temple. the gentle, loving gesture being cut by a loud moan. m/n's mother pulled away from his son's forehead and looked at the stairs.

"one second, mama will be back, okay?" m/n's mother ruffled m/n's hair and went upstairs. m/n looked at the stairs for a few seconds before looking back at the tv. all of a sudden, m/n heard his mother scream. it was more of a gasp, but the kid was nine, his imagination wild, what did you expect? m/n went upstairs, and watched from behind the door as m/n's mother stood, frozen in shock, horror, disgust and anger as she saw her husband sleeping with another lady.

"what the hell?!" m/n's father yelled in english, looking up to see his wife. he sat up and glared at her.

that's how they were in the situation now. after a few minutes of loud yelling, and the lady getting up, dressing herself and leaving, m/n's mother now grabbed a suitcase and began packing her belongings. "yah, sun hee! what are you doing?!" m/n's father yelled, standing up and watching as his, now, ex wife packing to leave. "i'm leaving. forget you and your cheating ass!" m/n's mother cursed as she opened the closet, grabbing all of her clothing. after what seemed like hours, m/n's mother left the bedroom, then noticed her son. she put the suitcase down so it stood up and kneeled so she was on the same eye level as her son.

she gently caressed m/n's wet cheek, dripping with salty tears full of upset and horror. "m/n, mama will be back okay?" she pulled m/n into a hug, but all m/n could do was stand there in shock. "mama, where are you going?" m/n managed to say, his eyes wide and lips trembling. "mama's gonna take a break from papa. be a good boy for mama, yeah?" m/n's heart broke as he realised his mother was leaving. for good.

"why are you leaving me, mama?" m/n asked, his little face now scrunched up in upset. "mama isn't leaving you. she's gonna be back when she can, alright? don't cry my baby." she brought m/n's head to her chest, caressing his scalp gently. all while this was happening, m/n's father glared daggers into his son. he was the problem, and he knew it. but he still blamed it on his good for nothing son. after a few minutes of m/n's whimpering, his mother pulled back, smiling slightly, her eyes red from crying too much. she kissed m/n's forehead and stood up, dusting off her skirt and leaving. m/n ran downstairs, he couldn't let his mother leave him. no way. his heart got shattered into millions of pieces as his mother walked out, not even looking back once.

then, m/n just grew up. he was hit, by his father, but also hit with the emotional trauma and depression he had got gifted. now and again, m/n's father got a new side hoe, m/n was so grateful for those times. then, he wasn't hit. instead, it was the women who got his pain.

m/n shivered as the memory bubbled back up from the deep dark depths of his mind. he looked down at his arm, still seeing the writing from earlier. he scrubbed his arm with a wet tissue before giving up and starting on his long pile of homework. after completing three assignments, one being of art and the other two science (more specifically chemistry and biology), he felt the tingling sensation on his arm. he looked down and saw a few sentences. m/n's brows furrowed as he read through them. it clearly read 'hey, yk we are soulmates and all, right? i was wondering why you never write. like, the only time i hear from you is when your doodling all over our arms, and then writing random letters.'

m/n groaned and picked up a pen before clearly writing 'i don't want a soulmate. i don't want you, and you shouldn't want me either, okay? i'm not interested, alright? and also, why don't you get it? if im not writing, it's pretty clear i want nothing to do with you. leave me alone and don't write to me.' m/n could feel his heart wrenching when he wrote that. he didn't mean to word it so harshly, he just didn't want to make his soulmate feel depressed because of his pity story. he rubbed his eyes, tears now threatening to fall. he played his song louder to drown out the yelling from his father and starting his english essay.

*hyunjin pov*

hyunjin felt his heart breaking as he read the words his soulmate wrote. he was in the practise room, he was sitting in the corner, leaning on the wall. the other members were drinking, more like gulping, down water. hyunjin, however, thought that this was the perfect opportunity to communicate with his soulmate. seungmin eventually noticed hyunjin's heart broken expression and sat down next to him and glanced at his arm.

*sorry i don't rlly know what to write here- but it's basically all the members finding out that hyunjin's soulmate was a 'bitch'*

m/n sighed as he pulled off his shirt to change. it was now sunday, which meant he had a huge taekwondo competition. he was in the changing room, and was getting changed. his coach was trying to hype up m/n with shoulder pats and words of advice. basic stuff like, "you're my best student kid, you can do it." and "i have faith in you."

after changing, and being introduced to one of his many opponents, the competition began. m/n was quite a thin boy, due to the basic lack of nutrition his father provided, but still managed to beat the other, much bigger and muscular, guy. m/n put his pain and trauma into every punch and kick. it wasn't like anybody was rooting for him. why was he even doing this in the first place? all these questions bombarded m/n's mind and before he knew it, the second round was over. with a few pants for breath, m/n bowed to his opponent before his coach came into the ring and patted m/n's back with a proud grin.

"m/n, i knew you could do it!" m/n looked up to his coach and smiled slightly. for once, he seemed slightly proud of himself. he was brought to a bench to recharge for his last and final opponent, he was pretty big so m/n had to work pretty hard to win. there was a short break and stray kids came up on stage. m/n raised a brow as he began drinking his water. so the rumours were true. stray kids began to perform venom and maniac. through the performance, m/n was sat next to his coach, who was telling m/n how proud he was, and stuff like that.

m/n's coach was the only type of father figure he had, and his coach understood m/n's situation and had loads of sympathy for the boy. m/n's coach was nice, friendly, the middle aged father figure everybody needed once and a while. m/n could remember those nights where he couldn't handle it anymore, and whose arms did he run into? his coach. m/n knew his coach since he was five, where his mother and father brought him to a taekwondo class. his mother said it was needed in case m/n was in a risky situation, but never expected m/n to get a brown belt when he was nine. his father, however, couldn't give a shit.

m/n rested his head against his coach's shoulder. "hey, who organised the whole performance thing?" m/n asked curiously as he watched stray kids perform maniac. "oh, one of the directors, i believe." m/n's coach replied, watching the performance too. "ah, okay." m/n nodded slightly, sitting up and drinking some of his water.

after the performance, stray kids sat back down in their seats, the next and final match beginning. the members had to admit, that the h/c boy was pretty good. especially if he took down all those bigger guys he had to go against. after a few minutes of throwing punches and kicks at each other, m/n's opponent finally fell to the mat. m/n looked up, panting, and looked at his coach who was grinning so hard his jaw probably ached.

"l/n m/n has won the competition." the presenters announced through the black speakers located around the hall/stadium. m/n's coach practically burst into tears as he watched m/n's arm get raised by the referee (im not rlly sure, i don't do taekwondo, please correct me if i'm wrong). after m/n's win was announced, m/n's coach quickly ran up to m/n and hugged him tightly. "m/n! you did it! i knew you could!" m/n could hardly hear his coach as the crowd erupted into screaming. m/n smiled slightly, just slightly and was brought off the mat. he was given his bottle of water and a few minutes later, had to go back up to receive his award by the idols.

chan gave m/n his medal with a smile and congratulating him. m/n muttered a small 'thank you' as he received the award. when m/n reached his arm out to be handed his medal, all the members then saw the writing that had also been on hyunjin's arm. hyunjin's smile just faded and the same thing happened with the rest of the members as they were now slightly glaring at m/n. after he received the award, m/n's coach approached m/n and brought him back to the changing rooms, now pulling him into a sort of side hug.

now m/n was by himself in the changing rooms. he pulled his shirt off of his shoulders and shook his head, trying to get some of the sweat out of his hair. he was about to change, but he was suddenly pushed to the lockers, the lockers banging loudly against each other. m/n's breath hitched as he looked up at the guy who he thought was going to kill him. to his surprise, it was the guy who gave him the award.

"shit." he curses and began struggling against chan's grip. "what the hell? get off of me." he tried to push chan off, but his grip tightened. all of a sudden, m/n felt blood coming out of his mouth, and leaking from his nose. it took him a few seconds to realise he just got punched in the face by one of the other members. 'fuck, i'm going to die today. twice.' m/n thought as he realised he was probably going to get beaten up here, then get beaten to a pulp at home by his father, who was most likely already beginning his drinking cycle.

he tried to kick the two members off but only got met with a punch to the stomach. m/n shook his head and began to feel lightheaded. he was used to it, though. his body just got used to the beatings, but some places weren't quite prepared. as soon as he felt another punch in the shoulder, he knew he was gonna faint or die. whichever came first.

before he knew it, his head just lunged forward as he lost consciousness. chan immediately let go of the boy, his body going limp and falling to the ground, unfortunately for m/n, head first. "chan, what the fuck did you do?!" minho whisper yelled as he looked at the now bleeding boy. "i didn't punch him! it was changbin and jeongin!" minho turned to the two boys who just stared at the unconscious boy laying on the, what seemed to be, concrete floor. "fuck, we're going to prison." felix said and shook his head before trying to grab the boy. seungmin nodded slightly and helped felix, now laying the boy on his back so he was facing the ceiling.

well, if he was alive anyway. chan, along with the rest of the members leaned in ever so slightly to see the boy's injuries. han flinched and took a few steps back. to say they were bad, would be an underestimation. m/n now had a bleeding nose, blood literally oozing out of his mouth, a bruise on his temple and a cut on his forehead. "shit." chan whispered. "someone check his pulse." felix suggested and changbin quickly brought two fingers to the boy's left upper side of his neck. "he's alive. i think." seungmin rolled his eyes and put his hand on the boy's now bruised chest. "yeah, he's alive."

word count; 2803

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[kleo16xoxo]

Dreams come true

TW: Somno, fingering. This was fun to write hope you like, I will correct errors (if there are) later I'm tired.

It’s about midnight and y/n had been waiting for her husband for hours, he’d told her he’d be a bit late so she just grabbed a book she’d been wanting to read and fell asleep reading.

She was in one of her husbands tshirt, nothing else, but he loved coming home to her like that.

Her book had put her in a *mood* and now she was dreaming about recreating a scene with her husband.

Chris walked into their apartment just past midnight, drained from a long day at work just wanting to be with his wife. She was the only thing that brought him peace.

He walks through the dim lit apartment with no lights on, the only light coming for the floor-to-ceiling windows that put the beautiful city on display.

He walked upstairs to their bedroom where he knew he would find his wife, only to find her bedside lamp on and her lying on her stomach with a pillow under her head, her right hand in between the pages of a fallen book and her left bent under her head. Her legs spread with the right bent at the knee and her left straight pointing away from the right.

He loved to just stare at her, amazed by her beauty, he loved her with every part of his being, he would do anything for her.

He then hears her muffled whimpers and moans, and he smirks. “What was she dreaming about?” He thought smirking to himself.

Then he hears her moan again “Chris Please! Please touch me, I need you, I’ll be good a promise!”

Chris starts to harden in his pants and slowly takes off his suit jacket striding across the room to their sofa just watching.

“Chris I’m so wet for you, do whatever you want with me I’m yours.” He sees her slowly arch as he strips his torso and removes his shoes.

He’s letting her get worked up, he knows she’s sleeping but the mere thought of him being the reason for this reaction in her sleep is driving him mad.

With just his pants left he hears her whimper slowly grinding on the bed and his shirt rides higher on her and he sees her ready for him, dripping onto the sheets and he loses all restraint.

He walks over to her going crazy from her soft moans and slowly runs his index and middle finger over her slit. It sends shivers down her spine. He runs then from her clit to her hole and slowly pushes them in driving her insane.

She moans loudly and grinds against his hand, he smiles Down at his good girl, slipping his fingers free and she whimpers. He needs to taste her, to prep her.

He slowly lays down behind her to where her cunt is spread wide for him and lowers his head to her hole, fucking her with his tongue slowly and meticulously.

She whines while grinding against his face and he just enjoys her, the taste of her, the smell of her. Then he goes to her clit and sucks her just how he knows she likes it with her withering under him. Taking long hard sucks when he senses she’s close not letting her cum yet.

Once he feels she’s ready he gets up, shoving his fingers back into her mercilessly, picking up his speed slowly waking her up. Her moans filled the room getting louder and louder until she’s about to cum and he stops.

This makes y/n’s eyes fly open and she whimpers, “Hello beautiful” Chris says “I hear you’ve been dreaming about me” he smirks. “Chris!” She whines.

“Shhhhh, it’s okay beautiful, you’ll be begging me to stop coming when I’m done with you.” Y/n moans loudly as he slips his fingers back inside her.

The he asks “What were you reading that got you so worked up?” Y/n doesn’t answer so he continues “Pick up that book and start reading” he slaps her clit “Now.”

Y/n opens the book up to the smut scene she fell asleep reading, “Read.” Chris fingers her slowly.

“He slid his fingers, into my panties under the dinner table, as the waiter walked over with our drinks..." She let out a moan as he slid his fingers out and started rubbing her clit.

"Tsk, tsk" he mocked her, "This greedy pussy wants me the finger fuck it in public doesn't it?" he sped up his fingers. "My dirty little slut likes the risk of getting caught, hm?"

She was so close, she couldn't hold back anymore, she was so close. Then he stoped again "Whyyyyy!" she let out in frustration.

"I want this greedy little pussy cumming on my dick," He slaps her ass and backs up slowly undoing his belt.

"On your knees, and face the frame." She did as told and sat on her knees facing the bed frame. Chris continued to strip down to the nude in silence letting y/n sit in her arousal.

Then he grabbed her neck and brought it to his shoulder sucking on her sweet stop, whilst grabbing her nipple and her rubbing her clit mercilessly.

"This pussy been waiting for me?" He rubbed harder "Waiting for me to come fuck it so hard and paint its walls white?"

"Chris!" y/n gasped, "I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum" she moaned.

Right as her orgasm, hit he spread her legs and shoved her head down to the pillow, then shoved his massive cock into her.

"Ahhhh!" She screamed in surprise.

His thrusts were hard, quick, and punishing.

"Who does this pussy belong to?" He says as he reaches forward to pinch her clit.

"YOU, It's yours Chris, all yours!" It was too much she so close again already. Chris could tell by how she was squeezing him.

"Not yet sweetheart, wait for me," He ground out.

"I can't, Its to much." right then she squeezed hard trying to make him catch up.

He chuckled "This greedy little pussy can take it." His thrusts picked up and the circles against her clit got stronger.

"Now sweetheart, come now." She screamed as the orgasm completely washed over her. He wasn't far behind and he let it all out deep within her.

His thrusts slowed as he drew out her orgasm and slumped against her back.

"I missed you baby." He kissed her shoulder.

"I missed you too." She replied with a sated smile.

"Clearly, I heard your little dream" he chuckled as he got up and smacked her has, she let out a yelp.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

En Fin🐰🫶🏽

Again I am new to this hope you guys enjoyed it😭

like and comment if i should keep writing♥️

#creamp!e #chris evans x reader #tw somno #breeding k1nk #breeding toy

[straightupsickfics]

i just think 📘 reading in bed + 🩵 blankets + 💙 cold & flu symptoms would be very cute for ineffable husbands with a sick Crowley... i love your writing! thank you 🖤

wahhh this is sooooo cute for them pls 🥺🩵🩵🩵🩵

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“Hell itself would be better than this,” Crowley groans from where he’s sprawled across the sofa in the bookshop.

He's on day three of this winter cold, and all of his symptoms seem to have caught up with him at once. He’d spent the better part of the afternoon drooping about the shop, picking things up and putting them down, complaining about his sore throat, sneezing in little fits of twos and threes, and doing more or less anything he could to get Aziraphale’s attention. 

“Now, I’m sure that’s not true,” Aziraphale tuts, putting his book aside and making his way over to him. “Are you even comfortable like that, my dear? We really can go upstairs. I’d go with you,” he promises, nudging the pouty demon. He coaxes Crowley up and off of the sofa before he can really even register what’s happening. Crowley settles against Aziraphale easily, though, blanket-warm and pliant even as he rolls his eyes. 

“You’ll stay? You hate sleeping, angel,” Crowley reminds him. He sounds needier than he usually allows himself and Aziraphale hugs him just that much closer. 

“I don’t hate it, I just don’t need it. Besides, I won’t be sleeping, dear boy, you will. I’ve just been reading, which I can do just as easily in bed.” Curling up in bed with Crowley, tucked beneath the lovely soft sheets and piles of blankets he’s collected for them — well, for Crowley, really — sounds just about as close to heaven as they can get down here on Earth. 

“Mnh, fine,” Crowley agrees, like he’s doing Aziraphale an enormous favor, then gives himself away by turning and nuzzling a tired, sniffly kiss against his neck. 

Aziraphale doesn’t bother trying to suppress the smile this elicits. It’s rare that Crowley lets himself be quite so vulnerable, and it’s never lost on the angel that he’s the only one who gets to see him this way. He presses a kiss to his forehead before they make their way upstairs – he’s not fever warm, not yet – but he makes a mental note to keep checking on it; Crowley’s colds almost always come with a low-grade fever that leaves him achy and miserable. 

For someone who didn’t want to move, Crowley wastes no time crawling into bed and slithering under the covers as soon as they get upstairs, miracling himself into black, silky soft pajamas as he goes.

“Y’can change too, angel,” he says, tugging at the buttons of Aziraphale’s vest. “Ngk…h-hold that th-hih! thought… Hh’iiitshh! Huh’Uptshh!” Crowley turns away to sneeze, blinks a few times, then sneezes a third and final time, a harsher, wetter hh’IieeSHOO! that shivers right through him. 

Aziraphale gives a soft, sympathetic sound, then tucks a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth in lieu of a blessing. 

“Warm enough, darling?” Aziraphale asks, taking Crowley’s suggestion and changing into soft, plaid flannel pajamas before sliding into bed beside him. 

“Mmh…am now,” Crowley says, winding himself around Aziraphale until they’re little more than a tangle of limbs, Crowley clinging onto him with no sign of letting go, snuggling into his chest and sniffling until he’s comfortable enough to relax. He’s pale, save for the pink tinge around his nostrils, and his eyes are drooping like he’s fighting to keep them open. 

“Very good,” Aziraphale smiles.

“What’re you reading?” Crowley asks through a yawn. 

Aziraphale’s face flushes. He’s read this one at least a dozen times, but he’s quite sure he’ll never get tired of it. 

“Pride and Prejudice,” he admits, sneaking a glance at Crowley, who is already giving him a knowing look.  

“Sap,” Crowley says through a yawn. 

“Oh, you like this one,” Aziraphale says indignantly. And he does, though he’ll never admit it. 

Crowley shrugs against him, then muffles a cough against his shoulder. “S’okay,” he says. “Darcy’s a bit of a prick, is all. …Y’can read it out loud if you like…” 

“Because you like it, you mean,” Aziraphale teases.

Crowley doesn't say anything, but Aziraphale can feel him melting into sleep as he starts to read, the familiar story a comfort to them both. 

“Sleep tight, my dear,” Aziraphale murmurs when Crowley drifts off.

#softersteve #my fic #good//omens

[yelenasdiary]

Reader made a self made advent calendar for Wanda and in the 24 is something really special.

☃️ Made With Love ☃️

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Arts, craft and special gifts for one special woman. 

Fluff | 0.8K | No Warnings | 

Translation: dorogoy (darling)

AC: Random fact, I got my dogs doggie advent calendars this year!

Day 6 | Advent Calendar Masterlist 🎄

Since you gave Wanda, your home-made Christmas Advent Calendar she's been excited each day to grab a card and open the gift with the labeled number on the front. You loved seeing how happy she was after breakfast to see what other creative things you'd come up with. As an artist you always doubted your own skills, but Wanda always found a way to ensure you that your work was always mind blowing to her. Not ever gift was something special you made, you switched it up by adding a few things you've noticed her eyeing up while window shopping. 

"Good morning my love!" Wanda smiled as you came downstairs for breakfast, "good morning darling" you replied with a soft smile. Wanda had been up earlier than normal, it was December 24th and you could tell she was itching to open the last gift with her name on it. "I made your favourite" she placed a plate of your favorite pancakes on the table for you with a freshly made mug of coffee. "Why thank you" you smiled once more as you took a seat at the table, Wanda gave you a kiss on the top of your head before she sat across from you with her second mug of coffee for the morning. 

"Merry Christmas Eve cutie" you looked at her with a teasing smile before taking a sip of your coffee, "you can't open that last gift until tonight, sorry baby". Wanda playfully frowned, "so you're going to let it sit there all day to tease me?" She asked, you nodded. "We have some things to do today before tomorrow, we did tell Maria we'd bring a dish to Christmas dinner" you reminded Wanda who playfully sighed. "I think maybe we should take a spontaneous trip for Christmas, just the two of us!" She suggested. 

"Wands, have you seen how bad the snow is? We're lucky we're able to get to the compound" you chuckled. "Nothing a little magic can fix" she hinted with a smirk, "Nice try baby but we promised, plus the day will go by so. quickly then you can have your last gift before tomorrow" you replied before filling your mouth with the pancakes she'd made you. 

For Wanda the day felt like it went on forever. The two of you went shopping to pick-up last-minute Christmas gifts and then to the grocery store for Wanda to get the ingredients for paprikash which you still after three years could never master at making it. Lucky for you, Wanda quickly got distracted when she was perfecting her favorite dish that she almost forgot about her gift by dinner time. Left over from last night went down beautifully before cuddling up on the sofa. 

"Are you ready for the last gift?" You spoke softly with Wanda in your arms, "I've been ready since 7 am this morning" she chuckled causing a chuckle from yourself. "Okay, wait here" you gently shifted off the sofa and walked upstairs to the bedroom to grab the gift that you hid from her in case she was cheekily opened it while you weren't watching. Nerves ran through your body faster than you knew how to control them, taking a moment to gather your thoughts before making your way downstairs to Wanda who was sitting patiently on the sofa with a soft smile. 

"You look like you've seen a ghost, are you okay?" Her smile quickly turned to concern, "I'm fine darling, here" You smiled softly as you handed her the last gift of the advent calendar, a medium sized box to keep her from guessing. "Are you sure?" Wanda asked once more as she kindly took the gift from you and placed it beside her, "I'm sure, open your gift darling" You placed a kiss on her forehead while your palms filled with sweat. 

You watched as Wanda carefully opened the gift, finding inside the box was a smaller box that was always wrapped. She wouldn't admit it now, but she could hear how loud your thoughts were. "dorogoy" she whispered as she took out the smaller box, unwrapping it slowly before opening it to see a beautiful golden ring. "I made it" you said while Wanda admired the ring, "baby, it's beautiful" she gasps, taking the ring out of its box, "when did you get the time to make this?" Wanda asked while paying close attention to the ring that held her favorite color as the gem. 

"While you were away on missions, I've been planning it for months and it just helped when you were away" you explained with red cheeks, "Wands" you said, getting on one knee. "Will you marry me?" You asked while looking into her eyes. Even Wanda couldn't see this coming as tears filled her eyes, she nodded, "yes" she smiled before allowing you to slip the ring on her finger, "I can't believe you made it, it's so beautiful" she said once again while admiring the ring as it sat perfectly on her finger. "You deserve so much, and I hope I can give it all to you" you replied, kissing her ever so softly.

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[justanamesstuff]

What does matty do for his overworked/overwhelmed girlfriend? I’m DROWNING at work and literally have been working 14 hours a day all of July. I need delulu fuel to get me through

First, I'm SO SORRY this is happening love...and I want to kick your boss!! 🙃🙃

So, Matty...

Once you finally drag your tired self home successfully, you close the door with a big sound announcing your arrival.

"Y/n?" Matty asks from the kitchen.

You don't answer, you don't move; too tired to keep functioning like a normal human being. Feeling the familiar walls and the warm environment around, your body tries to gather enough force to walk upstairs...where your heavenly bed awaits. But life is unfair and your brain can't shut up. Some unfinished bits still waiting for you to finish.

"Baby?" Matty's face pops up in front of yours when you open your eyes. He knew you were going to be home late, he promised a lot of things, but the smell of your favourite dish coming from the other room told you he has done at least one for now. "Hello, baby." he takes your face between his calloused hands, pecking you slowly.

The lack of words or even sounds coming from your tired self make him stared at your face. 'My beautiful girl', he thinks.

"Couch." he simply says.

You blink multiple times trying to understand. "What?" your throat dry, you don't remember the last time you drank water.

"I said, couch." Matty repeats with patience.

"No, I have-"

"Your only task right now is lie on the sofa and eat the amazing food I have for you." he's not going to take a no for an answer.

"Matty..."

"Your boss can fu-"

You interrupt, laughing hysterically. "Shut up." your face falling forward on his chest.

"C'mon, couch."

****

Favourite tv show is on, dinner is finished and the rock star is washing the dishes. You would probably tease him under other circumstances.

Taking advantage he's not inside the room, still lying down, you reach for your phone checking your mails.

"No, missy." he clicks with his tongue, startling you.

"Just one minute."

"No."

Matty stands beside you, extending his hand with the palm up. "Give me that." Your instinct is to protect your phone against your chest.

"Baby." you try to fight.

"Give me your phone, Y/n."

You can't say no when he's looking down at you frowning.

"Fine."

"Thank you, my love." he says, leaving the phone beside the tv at the same time he turned both off.

You just stare at him moving around, feeling safe and protected. Matty never fails to show you how much he cares.

The singer turns around, coming closer again with only two big steps. You think he's going to tell you to go upstairs, but he surprises you.

Your entire body is suddenly in the air, being supported by his strong arms. Your arms around his shoulder, cackling into his neck, "Matty!"

"What?"

"Put me down."

"In a second, Y/n."

"You're going to drop me."

"Trust me, darlin'" he says, starting to walk upstairs. Your arms tense around his body. "Besides, I have to practise for our wedding night." making you laugh until your body reaches the first floor.

With gentle touches and sweet words, Matty helps you get ready for bed. You sigh, thinking the time to rest finally came, partially thanks to your wonderful boyfriend.

#SENDING YOU A BIG HUG ANON! YOU CAN GET THROUGH THISS! #concepts today