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write-tama · 2 months

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"to live with the milkman."

╰┈➤ francis mosses (the milkman) x doorman!reader

sypnosis ; reader is worried because francis hasnt been seen in a week. they decide to pay francis' apartment a little visit..

containing! ; lois stilinksy, working as doorman, gender neutral pronouns, use of y/n, francis being a little sick and out of uniform, francis and reader eat mac n cheese tg :3

authors note ; this is lowkey a slowburn-- i didnt mean to write so much D: i started writing yesterday morning and just finished this morning LOL but ya its very just wholesome and soft ^^

4.12.24 | 2.7k words

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As a doorman, you realize a pattern of people would often come and go through the apartment. You know who goes to work in the morning and who comes home in the afternoon, and you know what days they typically go out and days where they don’t.

So, I'm not totally creepy when I say I've noticed a shift in Francis’ schedule, right? He’s not one to typically go out unless he has work in the morning— which is usually Tuesday through Friday, but lately, I haven’t seen him all week.

Nothing but the worst truly went through my mind. He could’ve been eaten by a doppel, or worse, was mistaken for a doppel and was exterminated on sight! These anxious feelings went through my head as I nervously clicked my pen. I glanced at today’s list again, as if magically waiting for his name and picture to show up on the piece of paper.

click, click, click.

Through the office window, I heard the subtle steps of heels clicking against the worn tiles. Sighing, I sat up straight and folded my hands in front of desk, forcing my anxious thoughts to the back of my head in order to continue doing my job. I looked up to meet the gaze of thick magenta bangs with eyes barely visible I sort of wonder how she even navigates through her surroundings.

“Good afternoon.” She greeted, her thick lips curling into a polite smile. I nod as I took her ID and entry request through the letter box, scanning through the documents for any misspellings or misinformation. As I carefully examined the print, I notice Lois’ lips pursing into a curious point.

“You looked troubled, sweetheart.” She noted. “Is everything alright? Besides work-stress that is.”

I sighed a little, placing her card down before looking through today’s list. I checked off Lois’ picture before turning to my request checklist. “Yeah, I just.. I don’t know. Have you heard from Francis recently?” I asked, not even masking the worried tone in my voice. Lois hummed a little, as if thinking about the last time she has even seen the man.

“The last time I saw him, he looked extremely tired. Like more tired than usual. I think he was just coming home from work? He was coughing and sniffling a lot.” She recalled. “Poor boy.. He must’ve been sick for a while.” Lois shook her head. With her words I felt like a pressure had been released from my chest. Oh, good, so there is a chance he’s alive, I thought to myself. I slid back her ID and smiled.

“Thank you for telling me. I’m sorry, I just get worried knowing that a neighbor could’ve been killed by a doppel or any force of nature of that matter.” I lightly chuckled. Lois smiled, taking her ID before looking at me.

“You should talk to him. I’m sure he could use the company right now.” Lois suggested, but through that grin I could see that teasing smile.

I sighed a little, a little grin starting to form on my face. “C’mon, Lois, that would be way too embarrassing!” I exclaimed, crossing my arms in my chair. Lois lightly giggled, raising a white glove to stiffle her laughs.

“Oh, it won’t hurt, honestly! You never know what could happen~” she said, all singy-songy. I rolled my eyes before pressing the unlock button.

“Yeah, yeah. The door’s right there.” I sarcastically replied, a big grin on my face.

“Just think about it!” She called out as she walked through the door. I shook my head in amusement, listening to the door click behind her. I locked the door and returned to my previous slouched position.

Maybe I should pay him a visit.

My shift ended around late evening. I packed my bag and slid on my cardigan before locking the door behind me and hiding the key in a place only the next doorman would be able to find it. As I walked towards the exit of the building, I thought about what Lois had said earlier about paying him a visit. I never even really attempted to go past the lobby area of the apartment building. I had no purpose to anyway. And plus, it would’ve been a lengthy process to even request a visitor’s pass due to the security. I looked over to the doorman’s office, realizing that as of now, no one is on duty. Would it be morally wrong to go against the rules of the literal job I worked in?

Maybe.

But maybe my curiosity and anxiety could take over just for this one moment.

I walked back to the doorman’s office and unlocked the door. I placed the key back in its original hiding place before entering. I made sure to lock the door behind me before taking a look around the room again. Behind the doorman’s seat, there’s a door that leads to the stairway of the apartment complex. Its main purpose was to serve as a fire escape just in case of an emergency. Eagerly and swiftly, I gently pushed the door open, making sure to not make much noise. Once I walked out, I was met with the smell of old concrete and a spiral of stairs. I sighed to myself, remembering that Francis does in fact live on the third floor.

The stairs felt endless as my shoes clicked on the hard concrete. Fortunately, I only had to take a break only two times. I was finally at the end of the stairs, my legs tired from the endless climbly. I pushed the door open and was greeted with a typical carpeted hallway with blinding yellow-white lights that nearly burned my eyes. I sighed before trailing through the doors, looking at each number plate in order to locate the right room.

“Room 02, room 02..” I hummed to myself, just like how I would while scanning through files. After turning a corner, I was finally able to locate Francis’ room. I raised my fist to knock at the door, but the soft, soothing sounds of piano muffled through the wood. I stopped in my tracks, feeling as if my knock would disturb the perfect flow of the keys as I’m sure its song filled the apartment with grace. I waited for the keys’ song to slow to an end, the melody slowly fading out of the air and a sigh following its silence. I couldn’t help but smile, and sure this gave me enough proof that Francis was in fact still alive, but.. Something about his skills on the piano made me even more intrigued by the man.

I gently knocked with my knuckles, but making sure I was firm enough for the knocks to even be heard. From inside, I heard a chair scrape against wooden floorboard before footsteps steadily approaching me. A couple locks were undone before the squeak of the door filled my ears. I looked up and there Francis was— his eyebags were relatively darker and he was still in sleep attire with a baggy set of pajama pants and a fitting white tee.

“Oh— uh, (y/n)—” he said a little shocked to see me. I smiled a little, tilting my head at him.

“You shouldn’t have opened your door so fast. I could’ve been a doppel, y’know?” I advised. I heard him suck air through his teeth as he realized his rookie mistake.

“Mmm.. I’m sorry..” He mumbled, making me raise an eyebrow.

“You don’t have to apologize to me.” I said, leaning against the doorframe. “I’ve been worried about you since I haven’t seen you in a while. I just.. Wanted to check if you were okay.”

Francis raised his eyebrows in surprise. It made me wonder if anyone else but me paid him a visit due to his absence. We lingered in silence for a minute. he stared down at me as I stared up at him.

“..May I be invited in?” I requested, breaking the silence. Francis blinked his eyes a little, as if he had been lost in thought previously.

“Mmm.. ID and entry request, please?” Francis teased, smiling a little. I scoffed, immediately catching on to his wittiness.

“Ha ha, very funny, Mr. Mosses.” I sarcastically replied, rolling my eyes. His grin grew wider, clearly amused by reaction. He stepped aside from the door, allowing me to enter. I walked in, bag still clutched to my side as I took a look around the apartment.

It was humble but quaint space. The ceiling lights were off and frankly looked like they were never used, however, his lamps illuminated a soft warm orange on his furniture. He had a small box TV and dull red couch with a small round coffee table planted in the middle. Huddled in a corner was his old piano he must've been playing earlier. Francis closed the door behind me, making sure to lock it as well. “Sorry, it’s a bit of a mess.” He apologized, quickly rushing to his couch where clothes scattered over the armrests. He went down a small hallway I assumed to be where his bathroom and bedroom was. I took off my shoes and placed my bag on the table that sat next to the door before sitting myself on the couch.

I sighed a little, almost drowning into the soft pillows. It almost made me question why he would be struggling with sleep if he has a couch as comfortable as this. I could see a bit of his kitchen from sitting on his couch. It was a decent size with counters on one side and the appliances on the other. It seemed like he had something on the stove cooking as well.

Francis walked in shortly after and took his seat on other end of the couch, keeping a distance between the two of us. I brought my knees to my chest while hugging his couch pillows. I looked at him for a bit, trying to figure out myself as to why he hasn’t been out recently. Not only was his dark circles were more apparent, his hair was a little longer and messier. He looked paler than usual as well. Francis turned to me, a curious look on his face.

“Is it apparent..?” Francis asked. I furrowed my eyebrows, a little confused on what he meant.

“Hm?” I hummed in response.

“That I’m coming down with something.” He chuckled slightly. I shrugged a little, leaning back on the couch cushions.

“I mean.. Your hair is messier.” I smiled, admiring the frizz on the top of his head. Francis quickly glanced up before running his fingers through his hair.

“It’s not that messy..” He sighed.

“Well, I wouldn’t know. You always got that milkman hat on the top of your head.” I laughed. I glanced over to the kitchen again, realizing that steam was coming through the glass lid. “I think you might want to get that.” I suggested, nodding my head towards the stove. He hummed a little before getting off of the couch and heading towards the kitchen. I watched as he reached the top of the cabinets, stretching up with ease. I couldn’t help but stare at his broad shoulders to his slim waist defined by his white shirt.

“Hey, I made mac n’ cheese if you’d like a bowl.” He offered, his voice immediately cutting through my daze.

“Oh— uh, yeah of course. I was about to get dinner after I got off my shift but here I am.” I chuckled. He nodded before grabbing another platter to make my own plate. I sat patiently on the couch before noticing the remote on the coffee table. “Hey, can I turn on the TV?” I asked.

“Hm?” Francis hummed from the kitchen. “Mmm.. Sure. I don’t mind.” He shrugged before turning back to his task.

Something about this felt so.. Safe.. And homely. I felt comfortable, despite me never even being in Francis’ apartment before. It felt familiar, and I couldn’t lie to myself and say that this is the most peace I’ve felt since the news of doppelgangers came out. I picked up the TV remote and flicked it on, browsing through the channels before find a movie we could idly have in the background.

Francis came out of the kitchen, holding two bowls with forks in each. This time, he took his seat much closer to me before placing my bowl on the coffee table. “Thank you.” I politely nodded. I took the bowl and started to eat. Honestly, to my surprise, the food was actually pretty good for a man who worked day and night. I was enjoying the comfortable silence between the two of us as we enjoyed our dinner together— something I barely saw myself seeing tonight.

“Hey.. (y/n)?” Francis mumbled quietly.

“Yeah, what’s up?” I replied, taking another scoop of the creamy mac n’ cheese to shove in my mouth.

“Why did you.. Come here?”

Something about that question made my heart skip a little. Why did I come here? I mean— I came here to make sure he was okay. That’s my job as doorman. To make sure all of the neighbors are safe and alive. But even when I heard him through the door, clearly shown to me that he is still breathing, I stuck around anyway.

Why did I come here?

“Well— I uh..” I trailed off a little, sort of lost to where I should even begin. “I was just worried about you. That is my job, no?” I said, clearing my throat. I kept my eyes on the screen, a little embarrassed to even face him.

“Mmm.. I don’t entirely believe that.” He hummed. “You could’ve called.”

Oh, fuck, yeah no— he’s right.

Ugh, Lois!

You set me up!

“That’s true..” I chuckled. “I guess you caught me.”

“Mmm..” He mumbled. He placed his now empty dinner on the table before folding his hands in his lap. “So..?”

I took a deep breath, feeling my heart beat fast inside my chest and a warmth creeping up my whole body. I placed my bowl onto the coffee table as well, and finally mustered the courage to look at him in his eyes.

“Francis..” I mumbled. He leaned in a little closer, as if he wanted to lean into my words and trusted them to embrace him.

“I.. I just.. I think I like you..” I trailed out. My head felt cloudy as a tingling sensation danced all over my skin, feeling like a little kid during recess confessing to her elementary school crush. “I've liked you.. Ever since we met. I never really said anything because I felt like you weren't necessarily interested in a relationship.. But Lois and Rafttellyn would always point out how you would look at me and I just—!”

A strong hand placed firmly on my cheek— so cold against my blushing face— pulled me in to meet those soft lips of his. I was completely silenced and wide eyed, but I knew what he was telling me. Everything in those pink lips told me that everything was going to be okay, and he liked me just as much..

I fluttered my eyes closed, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling myself closer to his chest. The TV buzzed in front of us, sputtering incoherent actors cracking jokes and delivering their lines. Our finished bowls of dinner were scattered on the table, but it was easy to tell the food was delicious for no piece of macaroni was left unnoticed. I pressed harder against his lips, letting the thought of breathing slip my mind.

If this is what it's like to live with him—

To spend our evenings chatting

Eating dinner on his couch

Watching TV while enjoying each other's presence

Then maybe I could get used to this.

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mntalbrakdown · 8 months

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thinkin' bout you - H. Callahan

masterlist!

mentons of: smut, MDNI, makeouts, cussing, closeted, cheating, thigh riding, oral (r! receiving) exhibitionism, slight nudes sending idk,,,?

synopsis: you were dating a football player, but also sneaking around with Hazel

wc: 3.7k

gif by @taiturner

friday night lights, a total shit show. the girls on the cheer team didn't know how to follow the choreography of the cheers and they just do whatever they want. almost like everyone else. you on the other hand just gave up and stand there smacking your pom poms together and muttering the chants.

"are you excited about today" Isabel asks you with Josie's arm wrapped around her

"yeah" you say with a weak smile.

your boyfriend, Brody or whatever his name is, you really didnt care about him, was sitting right next to you. he was in football in whatever position, you never kept up with him. you just dated him because Brittany and Isabel wanted you to.

"hey babe want to go to get food before then game" your boyfriend asks twirling a strand of your hair in between his fingers

"i would love to, but um I have plans" you say looking directly at Hazel. she was playing around with the schools pasta, scared of the bad food. she had on her brown sweater with green pants and her red doc martens paired with her silver chain that always made you go feral

in all honesty, you have been secretly hooking up with Hazel, for the past few months. you hated it because you truly did like Hazel. yet you felt that you had to hide that side of yourself. but you decided by the end of this week you would break up with Brody.

—-

when the bell rang signifying lunch was over you got up from the table that contained all your friends or as your boyfriend called them the loser lesbians. you waved at them goodbye and stared long on Hazel. Brody wrapped his arm around your shoulder that was wearing his letterman jacket, with your oversized black pants and a white simple baby tee. as you walked down the halls you met eyes with Hazel, you smiled at her while she rolled her eyes

it was all in slow motion. she looked mad, but she never told you anything or showed any annoyance all week. you were confused, what did you do? you just saw her be happy. now you were worried. who was she walking with? it was a pretty girl who was giggling and all over Hazel, why were you so... so annoyed? you knew you had no place in doing so

"i think im going to walk to class alone" you say looking up to your boyfriend

"what why" he says stopping in the middle of his tracks

"feeling sick, dont want to get you sick when the game is in four hours you say walking away while you put your headphones on. you needed to escape this place and start letting yourself relax

you walked past everyone down the halls, you usually are so chipper and say hi to your mutuals but today you felt like putting on a hoodie and hiding. people could tell something was up, this wasn't like you. even when you get into an argument with Brody you could practically jump off the walls. this time you felt a stream of tears go down your face. you got yourself together from your five-second slump because crying in front of people is so…yuck!

so you walked into Mr. G's class head held high and when you reached your desk next to Hazel you slumped down like usual.

"so how is Brody" Hazel asks nonchalantly to you as everyone waited for the bell to ring

"he's good, were good" you say looking directly at Hazel trying to see if she was playing a game with you

"cool because I might start seeing this girl, she's available and likes me" Hazel could basically hear the breaks and cracks of your teeth by how tense you were

"I'm happy for you haze, hope she treats you right," you say as calmly as possible

"so...you're ok with it" she asks, but lets be honest she cannot take hints nor sarcasm

"yeah" you say nodding and taking out your notebook from your backpack

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after class ended and you kept passing looks at Hazel with the ends of your mouth turned downwards.you couldn't actually believe it, but you couldn't hold a grudge. you got up quickly packing all your stuff and getting ready to leave school since that was your last class. you had plans on hanging out with Hazel, but those plans quickly crumbled to the ground

you practically ran out of there not wanting to be held up. Josie and Pj snickering about how you've been acting weirder after lunch. you could hear fast footsteps come closer to you until they finally reached you.

"wait up" they pull your arm to meet your face

"hey!" you exclaim, you just wanted to make it to your car

"what's wrong" Hazel says guiding your face to her, her eyebrows knitting togetehr when she sees you look upset

"nothing it's stupid" Hazel quickly shook her head, how could she be so tender when you're such a brat

"is it about me and her” Hazel asks seeing how your demeanor changed in a heartbeat just thinking about the other girl

“no” you say but she knew you were lying by the way you looked down

“was i just supposed to wait for you to break up with your stupid boyfriend” Hazel slightly raises her voice

“no, but i told you i was going to break up with him by the end of the week” you say pressing your lips together in anger

“than do it, i’ve been all over you for the past few months, and it certainly didnt look like you were, i mean the jacket?” Hazel clenches her jaw trying her best not to get her anger to overflow

“can we please leave” you whisper, you could feel people stare and overhear you in the crowded halls

which Hazel obliges and grabs your hand to lead you to her parked car. she had a Tesla, I mean she was rich what did you expect. she claimed her mom passed it down to her when her mom got a Mercedes as if it’s something everyone does.

she opened the door for you to get in the passenger seat. when you were fully seats and deep breathing to calm yourself down you hear Hazel open the driver door and sit down

“i’m sorry, it’s not fair” you say looking at how Hazels pupils dilated to how soft you became

“it’s ok, i just, want you” Hazel says smiling showing her pearly whites

“ok alpha male” you joke causing the tension to rise and disappear

you caught eyes with Hazel when you finally stopped laughing. and whatever energy you once had converted to lust. you stopped moving and slowly leaned into Hazel to kiss. the kiss was deep and passionate. Hazel slowly pulled your hair to get you to moan so she could slip her tongue. the fight for dominance was strong. so much so that when you pulled away to catch your breath a string of saliva stretched from both of your mouths.

“god i missed this” Hazel said cupping your cheek with her left hand, to be frank it was only a week since your last hookup but time it time and you yearned for her

“i missed you” you say going to quickly kiss hazel as she went over the center console to your seat

she made your seat go all the way back and reclined it so you were laying down as she was in between your legs. she was so eager to take your pants off when you try to push her away

“woah, we’re still at school we can’t do this” you say seeing all the kids walk to their car

“relax my windows are tinted, like illegally, you can’t see in” she says as she shimmied your pants off seeing how you easily relaxed

“Haze” you say as she threw your pants to the back seat

“yeah pretty” she asks looking at you with lustful eyes

“yeah? going to make you scream so loud that your voice goes raspy for a few days” Hazel says quickly kissing the top of your forehead as she goes to kneel back down to your core

“nothing, just missed this” you say as she quickly came up to kiss you

she does back down to your thong covered core that was already soaked. “this for me” she says making you lightly slap her face in embarrassment “it’s hot” she praises

she continued to play and tease you. she slightly moved your panties to the side to just take a quick peak. she than quickly slid the thin cloth down your legs and tucked it in her pants

“Haze you can’t keep those” you say reaching down to try to snatch them back

“i’ll give them back when you break up with him” she says with a bitterful mouth

she than goes to lick a strip of your core. making you arch your back from the seat. than she went in a swing time, sucking for longer and playing with your clit with her tongue.

“Fuck Haze just like that” you squirm in your seat

she continued her attack. kissing and sucking your cunt with her mouth. she was practically making out with it. from time to time she would look up from between your legs and see your scrunched up face and hands pulling her hair.

“god you look beautiful like this” she says moving from your core to the inner thigh and lightly biting it

“haze, god you’re so good” you praise her because of how good she’s making you feel

her calloused hands always feel so nice on you. you love the contrast between your soft skin and her rough. partly because you knew she had ragged skin because of the fight club that made you two meet.

Hazel runs her large hands along your thighs as she pulls away from you to kiss the inside of your thighs leaving love marks to mark you as hers.

“You always look so pretty.” She gives you a lopsided smile, giving you a boost of confidence so you could reach your climax

Hazel's big blue eyes glimmer and sparkle in the dim light, showcasing adoration and lust. She always wonders how you’re so fucking perfect. How she found the most beautiful person to walk this planet. She honestly questions how she even managed to pull you, let alone keep you. aside from having to share with Brody. She takes her bottom lip into her teeth, her eyes wondering over your body.

You both share intense eye contact, Hazel staring at you intently as she feels the need to press a kiss to your soft, full lips. You widely smile at her before leaning in, as she does the same. However, you slightly turn your head to the right forcing her to kiss your cheek instead, which makes you giggle at your childish antics.

You pull back only to see a frustrated Hazel, seeing her eyes darken. She shakes her head as she speaks, “you think you’re so fuckin’ funny, huh?” She questions, first Brody, now this?

You nod your head several times, finding it all amusing before bringing your hand up to her face to push a loose strand of dark brunette hair behind her ear.

She pulls you closer to her, her lips barely brushing against yours before she starts dragging them over your cheek, moving towards your ear.

She presses a soft kiss onto your jaw, slowly lining more closer to your chin before she moves to the other side of your face, taking her sweet time with you.

Hazel then removes her hand, cupping your jaw, moving her lips down to your neck. As she presses butterfly kisses onto your skin. She manages to suck on you harder in certain areas causing delicate moans to slip past your lips.

Hazel loves marking you up, she enjoys the thought of everyone knowing you’re hers and only hers. She thrives on the idea of everyone knowing her lips are the ones running along your skin, claiming you and taking you as hers to keep. But for a while you didn't allow her because of the relationship. Something about her just made you melt and not even care.

You can feel your cunt getting damper with the arousal that drips from your pussy the more Hazl sucks into your skin. You just barely grind your hips into hers which ends up getting you a groan of approval from her.

“You like denying my kisses?” She questions, placing one last kiss on you before pulling back, desire and lust looming in her eyes.

This time, you shake your head, “no, ‘m sorry.” You mumble, letting a soft cry out as Hazel fingers dig into one of your hips, surely leaving bruises in their wake.

The one hand that she is using to cup your jaw pulls your chin down towards her, her lips hovering over yours. “Sorry, hm?” Her soft puffs brush along your top lip as she looks into your eyes, tension consuming the entirety of the car.

She guides your face with her large hand seconds later, pulling you in so her plump lips meet yours. The kiss starts off softer, both of your mouths moving in sync as they perfectly mold together. Hazel's tongue quickly swipes over your bottom lip, asking permission for entrance as she always does.

You immediately grant her access as you open your mouth more, her pink muscle easily slipping through to meet yours. The kiss begins to pick up as your tongues swirl together in harmony, Hazel completely dominating the kiss.

Your hands find their way around to the back of her head, your fingers threading her thick hair through them as you slightly tug on it.

Hazel slightly moans into the kiss as she bucks her hips up into you. Her simple action bumps into your open swollen pussy, which sends a jolt of pleasure through your body.

You pull back to speak, “please.” You mutter, before pushing your lips back against Hazel.

The kiss has now done a complete 180, it slowly dwindling, falling apart as it becomes more messy and sloppy. You find it hard to keep up with the movement the more you grind yourself on Hazel.

“What do you want?” Hazel questions, mumbling into this kiss. As she does so, her hands find the inside of your thighs

You whine in desperation, but also annoyance because you know she already knows what you want. She litters multiple kisses along your cheek and jaw as she waits for you to speak.

“Be a big girl and use your words.” She demands, using her hands to tug at the hem of your shirt, asking if she’s allowed to take it off.

You immediately nod, not wasting any time as you help her pull the thin material off of yourself.

As soon as the shirt falls to the ground beside your pants your nipples harden at the cool air brushing past you, sending shivers down your spine. Hazel's eyes find your bare chest, her eyes raking your entire body up and down. Fuck, how she loves your body and everything about it. the freckles and moles that are now exposed and the soon-to-be bruises sprinkled on like salt and pepper.

A small smirk is brought to her lips as she leans forward a bit, “fuckin’ perfect.” Her pupils seem to be further dilated, her beautiful blue eyes casted over by lust.

Her needy hands grab at your tits before she takes one of your nipples in between her lips. She sucks on you softly, emitting a moan from your mouth as you throw your head back in pleasure. She grazes her teeth against you, pulling at you a bit, letting you go with a ‘pop’ before moving to the other.

Her fingers circle her salvia around your nipple, rolling it in between her fingers as she licks and sucks at the other, her hand gently massaging the tit her mouth is focusing on. The need that Hazel has to make you feel good takes over her entire brain, it’s all she can think about day in and day out. The idea of seeing you a breathless and moaning mess due to the reasons of her hands leaves her enthused, hungry for more.

This time she bites into you a bit harsher before pulling back, “answer me.” Her eyes peering up at you through her long, thick eyelashes.

“I want you” You whisper, your cheeks warm as you feel empowered under her burning gaze.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” You nod eagerly, dragging your fingertips over her shoulders, then next her collarbones.

“I want you to use me, ride my thigh, and cum all over me.” She whispers, kissing the corner of your mouth before she leans back.

You bite into your bottom lip, trying to conceal the smile that threatens to take over your face. You begin to move to be on top of Hazel's clothed thigh, gently rocking your hips on top of her thigh, your clit feeling pressure from Hazel's muscled leg.

She pushes herself further into the chair you both are sitting on, man spreading as she props her elbows up on the sides of the car, watching you intently.

Hazel looks at you as if you’re the best thing to roam these lands, like you were an angel brought down to earth, carved and chiseled from the gods above. She worships the fucking ground you walk on like nobody else. She’s obsessed with you, even more so when she has this pretty little sight in front of her. She's practically drooling over you, and you're still focused on that bonehead who wouldn't even make you moan half the time compared to her.

With her low, hooded eyes staring at you, you feel a bit nervous but you also feel confident and content. You always feel comfortable around Hazel, there’s never a time you haven’t. Not even thinking about the possibility of people seeing you at this instance.

You try to suppress your moans as you slowly pick up your pace, bending over a bit to grab onto Hazel's broad shoulders in order to keep your balance.

Hazel brings one of her hands to your thighs before sliding it closer to your ass. She first gropes at your soft skin, then harshly leaves a slap causing you to yelp out. Feeling the cold metal of her silver-adorned hand.

You both let out a moan, “fuck, angel, you’re soaking.” She states, her eyes watching the way your hot, wet cunt runs so smoothly along her thigh.

“Feels s’good.” You vocalize, your hands moving up to your tits as you play with them in front of her, sensually moving your hips back in forth in a way that makes Hazel go feral.

She shakes her head with a smirk, “my pretty girl putting on a little show for me?” She questions, trying her best to keep her hands to herself, although she’s finding it almost impossible as she continues to yearn for the feeling of your skin under hers.

Hazel's eyes continuously fluctuate in between your own, your tits, and your pussy using her to get off. Her own arousal beginning to dampen her boxers. Just watching you could cause Hazel to completely fall apart.

After a while of her letting you do your thing, allowing yourself to build up an orgasm, that fiery feeling burning deep in the pit of your stomach, just on the brink of falling over, you find yourself losing your pace.

“F-Fuck, Hazel. I’m gonna cum.” You whine, desperately chasing after your orgasm as you use Hazel for your own personal high.

“Yeah, baby? Gonna make a mess all over me?” She tilts her head, running her tongue along her cheek as she watches you begin to experience your orgasm, you simply nodding your head in response. "Fuck I bet Brody doesn't make you scream this loud"

Hazel moves one of her hands, pressing a thumb closer to the top of your clit for more stimulation. You let out a loud moan, searching your brain for words to help you process the pleasure radiating through your body.

“You like that?” She questions, already knowing the answer, cockiness swarming her attitude.

You can only let out a string of whines and whimpers, any words only coming out as a stammer. You slowly fall apart in front of her, your body getting weaker the faster she moves her finger against you.

“Listen to yourself whimper.” Hazel grins, “its fucking pathetic.” The blue eyed girl whispers, although she knows you could do anything to her and she’d melt in your hands.

“P-Please.” You meekly whine, continuing to move your hips back and forth on top of her. slowly leaning your exposed chest to your clothed one.

“C’mon, baby, cum for me.” Her soft voice guides you, finally pushing you over as your orgasm crashes into you.

It takes over every one of your senses and washes over you like a tsunami, crashing into you hard. Your vision turns white as your body spasms on top of Hazel, your cum rolling down her thigh as you make a complete mess on her.

“Fuck, sweet girl.” She groans, finally pulling her hand back as she stares at your arousal coating her thigh.

You let out breath, your body relaxing into hers, a layer of sweat sticking to your skin. You look down yourself, feeling a bit embarrassed as the orgasm fades away.

Hazel can sense that as she lifts your chin, forcing you to look at her, a reassuring look lingering in her eyes. She never wants you to be ashamed, she wants you to feel good. Always.

"that was hot" you say tucking your bottom lip between your top lip. Hazel eagerly grabs your phone to take a picture of the two of you fucked out, your bare shoulders exposed, and your messy tangled hair. quickly sending it to Brody

"Whoops my finger slipped," Hazel says earning a punch and a giggle from you

you quickly get a message from PJ and Josie of a picture of Hazel's car from the outside showing the steamy windows, paired with a message woah hazel gets action?

which made Hazel laugh and take a picture of the car from the inside of you and her kissing accompanied with her action ;p which made the phone actually overheat by the mass amount of messages from both parties. at one point you could hear the screams and jumps from outside the car

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Hazel Callahan x reader (pretty sure if i don't add that it won't pop up on the tag :c)

taglist: @shaddyluvs @why-cant-we-all-get-along

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gisele0127 · 11 months

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i love ur writing smm and if you are accepting req cause i'm having a lot of ideas lol but can you do rin, sae + bachira how they act when they realized they had a crush on the reader? don't hesitate to ignore this feel free to do so also have a nice day :)

rin

rin realized he liked you when you argued with sae (y/n having a trilingual moment)

it was just like any other day, rin staying after practice to focus on his shooting skills. being the manager of the team (and his best friend), you stayed back. rin was particularly exited today, and wanted to practice his skills extra extra longer because sae was coming back tomorrow. you were exited too of course! the three of you go way back, growing up together and being good friends.

so when you went to use the bathroom real quick, you didn’t notice that sae had slipped through. you saw the two talking and eventually playing together. you just sat down on the bleachers not wanting to interrupt this heartwarming meeting. but you were so wrong, you sat down in a hearing distance and could hear all the words exchanged. surprised washed over you because what happened to him?

you get up and wait for the two at the gate, you knew never to come between the two when they were arguing. as sae walked by first you saw his stern lifeless look. you weakly smiled at him and said “missed you” he responded with a “me too”. but you didnt care about that, all you cared about was that your bestfriend (and crush) was sitting down in the middle on the field on the verge of a breakdown.

you quietly walk towards him and when you get to him you don’t say a word. sitting down next to him and after a couple of minutes you say “go home, i’ll put the equipment up”. at that he does what you say but quietly, and since when did his eyes get watery?

it’s the next day and you show up at the itoshi home. their mom set up a feast and invited you since you were practically the daughter they never had. while you two were cooking you asked “when does rin get back from training?”. she responds with “he’s not training today. he’s been in his room all morning. he must’ve gotten sick from being outside while it was so cold yesterday.” you nod partially agreeing with her.

you offered to take his temperature and walk into his room. he’s ‘asleep’ on his bed. he’s been pretending to be asleep just so that his family doesn’t bother him. you gently push his bangs out of the way and feel his forehead.

“oh crap you do have a fever” you say as you quietly walk out of the room.

as for rin, he was turning red like crazy. the ‘fever’ was just his embarrassment. he thanked the lords that his room was dark enough for you not to see his face. but why was he even red enough to begin with?

you go back to cooking and when the two of you have set the table you offered to go fetch sae from his room. you knock and wait for a “come in”. sae was on his desk watching a match intently. “the food is ready, you know how your mom gets when she has to tell you twice to come down.” he slightly frowns and gets up walking toward the doorway but stops when you call to him. maybe it was because you were pissed at him or maybe because your first love was currently heartbroken in bed, but you went off on sae. in spanish, because “i don’t want rin to hear”. the walls were paper thin though so he heard the argument but couldn’t understand. what he heard next was a goodbye to his mom and a slam on the door.

you and sae would often get into drabbles as kids but not one like this. the two of you were close up until he left. he wondered what the argument was about but he also wondered, why is my stomach like this?

he goes to the table to eat his food. everyone is silent, his mom with a disappointed look, but his dad kind of happy? sae looked pissed and with a tone of venom he says, “your girlfriend is crazy.”

he’s silent for a moment, before saying “she’s not my girlfriend, yet.”

✄┈┈┈┈

sae

he realized he liked you when you first facetimed him

you met sae at a park a year before he left for spain. as cliché as it sounds he hit you with the football on accident and apologized. you were a very shy person so all you did was nod and hand him the ball. he looked familiar to you, maybe you’ve seen him before?

ah yes. when you get home and read the newspaper you realized that the boys name was sae itoshi. and he was really good at football. you smiled, maybe getting hit with a football wasnt so bad after all.

weeks pass by and you see him at the park once in a while, sometimes with his little brother. you would often go to the park with your little sibling too. but today was different, because your little sibling asked them to play with him. and surprisingly he said yes.

it became a routine, once a week all four of you guys would play. you became close or closer to sae, still being very shy and barely talking. you two were similar in a way, staying silent. maybe you two had more similarities, other than just being the oldest.

eventually sae had to go to spain, and that meant no more playing soccer at the park together. you were sad, and so was he (but he’d never let you know that). you two said goodbye at the park, and he offered you his once in a lifetime smiles. you’ve never seen him smile before, never ever. once you two said your goodbyes you go back home you sat down thinking.

when sae was at the terminal sitting down his phone started buzzing. he looks down and see it’s a facetime from you. when he answers it it’s the second time you’ve seen him smile. and he’s smiling like a dummy.

✄┈┈┈┈

bachira

he realized he liked you when you stood up for him

you were on the girls football team, so you got to know the boys team pretty well. the two teams would often scrimmage or practice together.

you particularly became close to bachira, maybe it was his bubbly personality or maybe it was because you pity him. a lot of people on both teams would call him a ball hogger, weird, etc. but to you he was the complete opposite. he was actually nice and really funny. you two would joke a lot on the field to the point where you’d have to run laps as punishment.

it wasn’t out of the ordinary to hear your teammates call bachira creepy, even he knew a lot of people would talk behind his back. unknown to him you would always stick up for him.

just as he was in the storage room he heard a couple of the girls talking about him.

“y/n i don’t get why you’re friends with him…he’s a little weird”

“yea and he actually scores unlike your benchwarmer ass…” “he’s actually really fun and nice i don’t understand why everyone thinks he’s weird”

when he heard you say those words, it was like cupid threw a bow at his heart.

notes: im sorry this took so long! please share your ideas :) i would never ignore requests :)) not proofread!!!

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luffyvace · 3 months

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helooo can i request saiki x reader bf texts please? thank you so much !! anything is fine honestly as long as its saiki content i miss him 😭😭😭😭

ooooou I haven’t got a request like this yet and it seems very fun!! No problem hun <3

IKR after you finish the anime it feels like such limited content is left for the saiki k fandom!! 😭😭

💓💗 Saiki and his boyfriend~ 💗💓

“Wanna go get some coffee jelly”

“This is oddly specific but can you tell the magician outside to leave please?”

”can you keep aiura and torisuka distracted so I can leave school?”

”thanks I’ll pay you back in (favorite thing)”

”let’s meet at the arcade”

”I’m annoyed my mom is forcing me to go outside but I know I’m gonna run into kaido”

”please come with me to make this more bearable”

”don’t forget to study for that test”

convos :3

”how do I make friends with that average guy from the other class without seeming weird”

”Kusuo idk just go up to him and talk to him 😭”

”yeah but if I don’t have something to talk about it’ll be awkward and my likeability meter will go down”

”can you figure out his interests for me so I can talk to him?”

”what? YOU do it 🤦”

”no i can’t the nuisances will find me”

convo 2 ;P

“Do you wanna come shopping with me?”

”your not gonna invite the nuisances too are you?”

”no kusuo 😭”

”oh okay well no”

“I'm NOT!”

“I know but nuisance number 4 just showed up”

”at your house?”

”no at the mall”

”ohh well fine 🤦”

convo 3

”can I borrow your bike nendo broke mine”

”HOW?”

”idk he sat on it”

”WHAT LOLL”

”I need it so I don’t have to go shopping with my dad”

”why is that so bad?? 😭”

”because he starts begging for things at the store”

”??”

“Isn’t he a grown man?”

”yeah I know that’s why I need to borrow your bike”

”sure babe..😭🤦”

convo 4

”my mom wants you to come over for dinner”

”oh alright!”

”no”

“??”

”say your sick”

”kuu why? 😭😭”

”can’t I come over??”

”no my parents are embarrassing”

”LOL”

”but I’ve come over plenty of times before tho”

”I know but, please just don’t come over”

”what’s happening??”

”fine. My dad wants to play a prank on someone because when he try to scare me it didn’t work. So I need you to come over and pretend to be scared so my mom doesn’t kill me”

”what?? So now I’m supposed to come over?”

”let’s just get it over with”

”you go through so much I swear 😭💗”

convo 5

”when you come over and my mom asks if you wanna meet my brother say no”

”whaaat but I kinda wanna meet him”

”say no”

”for both of our sakes”

”if you don’t go I won’t have to either”

”fine 😒”

convo 6

”goodnight kuu”

”goodnight m/n”

convo 7

“I hear nuisance number 4 isn’t showing up to school today”

”no she isn’t”

”rejoice. God is real.”

”KUSUO 😭😭”

convo 8

“your driving home today right? Can I hitch a ride? Nuisance number 1 is here”

”wait which nuisance is that again?”

”how can you forget? It’s the second most terrible one. Nuisance 1 is nendo”

”OHH YEAHH”

”hurry he’s coming”

”YEAH MEET ME AT THE CAR LOL”

convo 9

”come with me to nuisance number 2’s house so I don’t have to go alone”

”kaido right? he’s not so bad right? I can’t I have homework”

”no he’s just really weird and cringe and awkward”

“I’ll wait”

”okay 😭”

convo 10

“can I come over and we can watch that show you recommended me?”

”yeah sure any time kuu”

”you really don’t have to ask, I could get you a spare key if you want”

”yes an emergency escape route in case of nuisance surprises”

”WOW OK”

”and you ig”

convo 11

”that was sweet. what you did for them”

“Yeah I guess they’re not so bad for now”

”for now Kusuo?”

”you sound like my mom”

”actually, that’s not an insult I love your mom”

”I know”

”WYM 😭”

”you hug her more than I do”

”well that proves smth 🤨🤨”

”eh. I’ll get her a gift”

”good cuz she’s awesome 😙”

convo 12

“let’s finish playing that game you have”

”NO”

”WHY IT WAS SO FUNNY”

”you have never even played it he’s so annoying”

”LOLL YOU DIDNT HAVE TO TELL HIM TO DIE THO”

”you wouldn’t even think it’s funny if I hadn’t have told you”

”come on at least least me see the chapter you said you hated”

”you just wanna see me suffer”

”If I did I wouldn’t have distracted hairo for you earlier”

”FINE”

”LOL YIPPIE I’m coming over as soon as I’m done with my homework 🙂”

”😒”

convo 13

“How do I transfer to class 2”

”you just wanna be with satou don’t you”

”you don’t know how?”

”no kuu, I don’t 🤦”

convo 14

“I have to go visit my grandparents and my granddad is really awkward come with me”

“I’D LOVE TO MEET THEM”

”why do you love my family so much?”

”they’re strange”

”I love YOU 😒”

”are you calling me weird”

”in what way are you normal mister magic powers with weird friends and family who also has to stop a volcano from erupting yearly”

”those are just ordinary daily tasks”

”now your coming right?”

”I should leave you”

”you wish you were normal so bad”

”when are we going”

”on second thought you can stay here”

”STOP BEING SALTY IM COMING”

”NOW TELL ME WHEN”

convo 15

”let’s reschedule the coffee jelly date for Sunday”

”it’s too chaotic”

”it’s Friday”

”I know I’m dreading the weekend”

”my poor kuu 😭”

”stop”

”you sound like my mom again”

*read* 1:39pm

LOL I LOVE CONVO 10-15 😊😈 (it got more chaotic as it went on- 😭)

muahahahahhaha hope you enjoyed! these were quite fun :3

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dyrus · 10 months

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today i woke up and saw tfblade post how he got banned three times and thought that was kinda crazy but funny.

but being one minute out of bed i skimmed it then saw a reply saying he needed to get off the net and that league is a childrens game.

this immediately provoked me because the thought of someone controlling someone else to be online and calling league a childrens game when i made a ton of money off it made me really angry.

so i replied with the "who the fuck do you think you are lmao" and was laughing on my way to the shower.

i played sf6 streamed played baulders with the boys, then checked back on it and saw a bunch of people saying i fell off, i wasnt human, one parasocial weirdo brought up my ex, and one guy being genuninely confused.

i felt anger and sadness for a good hour and then went back to reasess why this happened and realized the context was he didnt just fuck himself over but it was a korean bootcamp so a bunch of ppl that came over got banned not just him.

not to mention korea stans, vtubers fans, league fans all involved. so realizing that i stepped on a landmine i wasnt mad anymore and actually understood why the feedback was so awful and deleted some dumb shit i said and said sorry to the one guy who was confused on why i would ever say such a thing.

i was in a really bad mood at the end of my day but thanks to my friends who let me vent for a little i came to realize that i actually fucked up by not reading more. and even posting in drama filled with these kinds of fans. i'm impressed that anyone even liked my post because now i feel sick looking at the situation so i deleted it.

i still dont think it's right for others to tell people what to do and calling league a childrens game but i clearly missed the point and took a L today.

everything is good with me but i have no motivation to do anything besides play games and keep myself from being to unhealthy (i'm back at 230) but i plan on losing weight again before any event i go to (evo or twcon) next year and hopefully can post some very happy pictures once again like last year.

that was my day, i posted this because i feel like this is my safe space and i felt a little lonely for the first time in months.

i really dont think i would of done anything to much different in my life but so much pain is caused from misunderstandings and miscommunication and sometimes when i want attention and act like a fool once in awhile.

but i have a lot of gamer friends i enjoy playing games with so im good.

holy fuck i hate being bi now it's like double the horny and i dont need any of that.

thanks for coming to my ted talk

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axelakim · 10 months

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Title: Regret

Pairing: Ben Chilwell X Reader

Content: angst, fluff

You and ben have been a couple for about 4 years now. Both of you really love and understand each other, moreover for the past 1 year, you two can not be separated from each other because you have moved to Ben's house and that what makes you two more and more in love.

The season chelsea have been through was not really good. The club end up in 12th place in pl rank and there are lots of rumour of his teammates gonna go to another clubs, that's the reason why Ben always get home angry and not in the mood for the past 1 month. Like today, the traning session went well but the match wasn't. Chelsea lost 2 points against Liverpool, you've watched the game at home because youre working and got into some of accident when you were buying coffe at the supermarket across the office till your left palm wounded but u said to Ben that u just feeling a bit sick so you can't make it to the pitch. So you just waiting for Benji to reach home in the livingroom.

Not long after that, you heard your boyfriend opened the door and having such a disappointed and tired look in his face.

"Hei benjii, are u okay love?" while hiding ur left hand

"Yea i'm fine" he didn't even give you kisses when you welcome him.

He directly went to the kitchen and open the fridge "Why the hell there is no food in here? You didn't cook?" he asked

"No im sorry, i didn't cook because im feeling unwell and i just wanted to got home directly on my way home"

"Oh yea right" hearing him just responding u like that is kinda hurt but u dont want to make him more stressed out, so you just ignore it

"Should i cook for you? or we just order some food? what do you want?"

"No need, ill order it later by myself" while putting his dirty clothes in the basket

"Eum how are you today? any stories?" you asked wanted to know more about his day

"You still asking me? you saw me lost right, fucking lost and here you are still asking me about how am i, dont play dumb Y/N you already know how terrible i am now, if you want some attention the answer is not now"

this is the first time he snapped at you, his whole face turning red

Your heart was aching but again u just hold it

"Can u chill out? I just want to know more about my boyfriend's day. Is that so wrong?" holding up your tears

"Yes its so fucking wrong, youve already saw me lost today and u still asking me about my day, and always asking me the same annoying questions when i get home" he answered

"Oh so im the one who is wrong here huh?" you replied

"Yeah because you always so chatty about many things, this and that and also annoying"

You continued, "well maybe your decision to asked me move out with you was wrong then huh?"

"Kinda regret it indeed" he said it cold and went upstairs to your shared room

You frozen for a second hearing what he said, u just went blanking and dont know what to do. Your heart is aching so much, the questions youve always asked him that you consider it as an act of caring but ur boyfriend seemed didn't really happy about it. You always have his back and support all of the things he does but seems it is not enough for him.

You decided to put your jacket on and take your car's key. You told your security at home to open the gate and said to him that you just wanted to go to the supermarket.

After ben done showering, he went downstairs to check up on you because he felt guilty about the argument earlier but you weren't in the living room so he tried to find you in the guest bedroom but u also weren't there, he tried to call your name

"Y/N.... Y/N, are u here babe?" all around the house but he didnt find you

Then he heard some knock on the door, he thought it was you but it turned your best friend, Camilla.

" Omg you camilla, i thought it was Y/N"

"What shes not home? where is she ben?"

"Shes home when i arrived then after i showered shes gone"

"You should find her, her car missing i thought u used it but youre here and her hand wounded because of this morning accident, she really need a rest, im so worried rn"

"What? what accident? she didnt tell me anything? oh my lord, i messed up real bad, fuck it"

"Dont you say youve had some argument earlier ben?" camilla narrowed her eyes

"Yes yes we had it okay, and it was kinda really bad camilla, she must gone because of it, ,im so stupid, ill go find her rn"

"Damn it you chilwell, find my friend rn or you dead with me!"

They both go out to the security guard and asked about you, its almost midnight and you havent even come back home. Ben really worried about you and getting more stressed out. He called you so many tjmes but seems you have blocked his contact, then he called all of his friends and bodyguard acquaintances to find you. He also went to all of your favorite places but still he didn't find you. He drove his car with tears coming down on his cheek, he really regret what he have done to you, you didn't deserve to be treated like that. You are his princess, best friend, and also partner in everything, how could he be so mean, how could he let anger overwhelm him.

Its 3.30 am, hes still on the road till he got a call from a guy name Franky his bodyguard acquaintances, he said he found u because u use your credit card to stay in a hotel. Ben directly went to that hotel and asking your room number to the receptionist, glad that he knew ben and knew that you are his girlfriend so he let him to have the spare key.

Ben already there, in front of room 305 your room. He got in and found the silent and dark room. He turned on the light and saw you slept peacefully on the king size bed. He saw your puffy face and traces of tears that still wet on your cheeks. He checked your wounded palm too, looking at you like this made him really felt terrible rn.

Benji checked your silent phone and found so many missed calls from him, camilla, and others. Benji sent text to camilla first to tell her that youre okay. After that he just lay beside and hugging you till he fell asleep.

In the morning you awake and realized youre not home, but u felt someones arm hugging u from behind, u wanted to shout out at first but then u recognize the hand and also the tattooes. ITS MR CHILWELL.

You try to get up and let go his grip slowly, but Benji noticed.

"Hi baby" u just silent at his raspy voice, youre mad at him but also missing him sm at the same time.

"Hey i know you awake love, come here, let me see your face"

You try to hold ur body but u cant, he managed to turn your body to face his. His face looked so calm now not like last night. He smiled at you for a awhile.

He suddenly kiss your lips and u wipe it

"Huftt i know u must be really mad at me rn, im sorryy babe, i messed up"

"Oh you call me babe now?"

"Sorry sorryy Y/N, babe, i really regret what i did to you last night, im sorry, i let my emotion took control of me" he pleaded

"Yea" that was all u said, tried to get up from his tight hands around you

"No no youre not going anywhere" he said

"Huftt... i dont know Ben, im really dissappointed at you right now. The way u treated me last night make me feel like u dont love me anymore. You really know it well that i dont like when people raised their voice on me especially the people i love, you" u said it in tears

"Baby i know, i know you we've been together for 4 years. I really know it well, im sorry that i treated you like youre somekind of punching bag to me. It was just the effect of bad season and the rumour about my teammates, i just really stress and dont know what to do. Instead i let out my anger and bad mood all to you, while all u did for me was just supporting and taking care of me. Im sorry that i called you annoying i didnt mean it. You always such a loving and caring person especially to me , i really lucky to have you in my life. Im the one whos being a dick all the time since the bad season coming for chels" he said it all in tears also

You touched, you know u shouldnt go easy to him after he breaking ur heart like that. But you love him and you know frpm the deep down of your heart that he really didnt mean it. He even put so much effort to find you. You sighs and continue

"I know, you just stressed out but im here as your partner to comfort you, taking care you, hearing you, and loving you okay not a place for you to let out your anger out. I just wanted to support you Ben in every obstacles on your life, dont get it wrong. And ya maybe sorry if im being too much chatty in your house too, ill try reduce it"

"Love noo, its our house not my house. Its ours not only mine, and no youre not chatty im sorry you just wanted to take care of me and please do it for me" he smiled wiping off your tears

"I really regret my act last night, give me one chance to make us better" he continued

"Um noo" you answered

"Baby what do you mean no" he afraid of the possibility of breaking up and losing you

"Are you not gonna forgive and give me a chance?" he panicking

"I do give you a chance but i cant forgive you yet" you said "It was just too much for me, you know it right?"

"Okay okayy, im glad to hear that thank you sweet" he kissed you

"How do i make it up then baby?"

"With a rope and handcuffs maybe?"

"Oh you want to have playtime? thats easy babe. We just need to get home first"

"Yea playtime but this time im not the one whos being tied and hancuffed"

"You mean me?? hell no" benji refused it

"Okay then no sleeping with me for the next 1 week" you threathen

"Noooo, okay okay babyyy im down for it, youre the dom for tonight's playtime" he smiled

"Yayyy and can i ask one more thing again?"

you pleaded with puppy eyes

"Anything for my baby"

"Can you accompany me to watch barbie and going shopping for barbie related things?"

"Yes you can love, its easier than to be a sub for a playtime" he carresed your cheek

"Now can you forgive me now? I need an official statement from you"

"Yeaa kindaaa"

"I take it as a yes princess, and dont ever you call me Ben again, its terrifying"

You indeed never call him by his real name its always Benji, love, baby, babe, etc, because if you call him by his real name he knows it well that he has messed up real bad with you and he didnt like that also.

"And btw why u didnt tell me about thi" ben asked pointing to your wounded hand

"Dont want u to be worried to much at me while youre on the pitch" you smiled innocently

"Love u have to tell me okay, im sorry i didnt even paying attention to it"

"Its okay, im okay now"

"Have you bring it to the doctor?"

"Yes i have, yesterday and she said its totally okay, i just need to treat it well and change my bandages"

"Hmm i see, lets get home right now and take care your wound okay, you also owe me a story of this little accident"

"I will tell u in car, lets get out pf here right now benjii, im hungryy"

"Lets goo, but kiss me first and say i love you baby"

"Why?? u always like it when i call you Benji"

" I like it but baby is more special to me, also just want to make sure you really forgive me :)"

"I forgive you Mr.Ben Chilwell" you kissed him in a passionate kiss, quite long kiss the you two pull out

"And i really love you baby, thats the reason why i cant stay mad at you" rub your nose against his

"But promise me you will never do that again?"

"Promise princess, i will make you happy, im sorry about yesterday alright love? I really regret it, i love you so much"

You two once again pull in for a kiss and then checked out from the hotel and going home.

#ben chilwell #cfc #chelsea #chelsea fc #ben chilwell blurb #ben chilwell fluff #ben chilwell x reader #ben chilwell x y/n #ben chilwell fanfic #fanfic #fandom #fantasy #football player x reader #football #football fanfic #football x reader

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oblonger · 2 months

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Buh-Body swap AU anyone?

Based on @sincerely-sofie 's post

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Kip prepares for his final battle

Kip had entered into Dark Crater with every intention of either defeating Darkrai, or die trying.

The eerie silence that echoed through the dungeon, and the heavy atmosphere that got worse with every step had Kip terrified of the foe he was about to face.

But each floor of the dungeon made way for his terror to slowly be replaced with fear, which slowly took a turn to confusion.

The hallways and rooms were completely devoid of the monsters that Cresselia had described there being. Not once was there any monster house or summoning trap that actually brought any monsters to them.

"Darkrai really wanted to kill us, so why is he just letting us walk around in here freely?"

Kip, Cresselia and Twig entered into the final corridor.

Cresselia spoke.

"I can feel his presence just up ahead."

Kip turned back to look at Twig, who had insisted that he travel in front of her.

Kip wanted to ask if she was ready, but she looked pale and was sweating bullets. She was huffing as though she just ran a marathon, and her legs were shaking so bad she had to hold onto a stalagmite to support her weight.

Kip instead asked if she was okay.

Twig stammered, her voice sounded a bit deeper than yesterday.

"I'm... Fine."

Kip's brow creased and he stepped towards her, an action that she responded to by taking a shaky step back.

"Are you sure? You look sick."

Kip noticed the way she took in a sharp breath. He saw the way she tightened her grip on the rock, leaving scratch marks on it. He saw her tail flame flicker a deep purple for half a second.

"Yes."

It bothered Kip at how she'd been trying to say as little as possible throughout today.

He began again to ask another question before Cresselia interrupted.

"Darkrai is approaching!"

Twig flinched upon hearing that.

Kip spun around and ran to Cresselia's side.

If Twig was too sick to defend herself, then he will protect her.

Several seconds passed. Kip could feel a drop of sweat run down his face.

This was it. This may very well be the day Kip dies.

At least he got to spend it with Twig, despite how weird she was acting.

Darkrai rapidly passed by the corner into the short hallway that the two stood at the entrance of.

Both Kip and Cresselia flinched when Darkrai seemed to... Slip on ice? That wasn't what happened, but it was the only way to accurately describe the sight of Darkrai flailing his arms about, trying slow himself down before slamming face-first into the wall, and landing on his back.

Kip heard Twig give a low growl upon seeing him.

Darkrai rubbed his face and shook his head before sitting up straight. Muttering some curse word that Kip didn't understand, but felt very familiar.

Darkrai turned his head to look down the hallway and his eyes widened.

Darkrai shouted "OH THANK GOODNESS YOU'RE HERE!" In a voice that sounded exactly like Twig's.

Kip didnt recall Cresselia saying anything about Darkrai being able to change his voice outside of dreams that he was in.

Darkrai floated his way back up and towards them while pointing past Kip and Cresselia.

"I DUNNO WHAT HAPPENED BUT THAT'S NOT ME- THAT'S DARKRAI. HE MUST HAVE DONE SOMETHING TO SWAP OUR BODIES OR SOME JUNK!"

Kip's mouth hung open. Was this another trick? It doesn't sound like it. Darkrai wasnt talking at all like he used to...

Kip looked at Twig, or maybe Darkrai, behind him. "That's not true, right?"

"Of course not." Twig quickly responded. "He's hoping to deceive y-, Confound- er-" Twig muttered something that Kip couldn't quite make out. "This is certainly a trap... ah, 'dude'."

Kip wanted to believe her, but the wierd way she's been acting had him almost convinced that Darkrai was actually Twig.

Kip steeled his expression. "Alright. well if what you said is true and you really are Twig instead of Darkrai, then tell me what-"

The real Twig, in Darkrai's body, shouted. Interrupting Kip.

"THE CODE WORD'S 'DESPACITO'!"

Kip fully turned his back towards Twig to face Darkrai.

"Yep, That's Twig. I've got this one guys!"

Both Darkrai and Cresselia shouted something in disbelief at the same time as Kip charged towards Darkrai.

To say what happened next was a fight would have been an extremely generous description.

Darkrai weakly swung his free claw at Kip, which he easily sidestepped. Kip wrapped his front legs around Darkrai's waist and lifted him over his head, before swinging him down onto the ground behind him, and crashing Darkrai's face into the rock floor. Sending his limp body rolling across the ground before settling face down. All the while Twig cheered for Kip.

Kip couldnt help but puff out his chest in pride at successfully using that wrestling move he'd wanted to use for years after Twig described it to him.

Several moments passed as the atmosphere of the room slowly drained from an electric elation, to reluctant confusion.

Kip broke the silence. "Now what?" He asked.

Cresselia tapped a finger on her chin. "I... I dont know.... I've never heard of something like this happening before."

Darkrai gave a low growl.

"I suppose we don't have anything to worry about, now that Darkrai is in a body with none of his powers."

Darkrai moved his head to rest on it's side so he could glare at Twig and Cresselia. If looks could kill, then Cresselia and Twig would have died on the spot.

"Why don't you just kill me." His voice, shaking with wrath.

Twig hummed. "That's an option."

Kip wanted to agree. But hearing Darkrai say that, and comparing to how Darkrai often spoke in a way that made him sound invincible...

It sounded like he felt completely defeated.

Cresselia's eyebrows furrowed. "Well, that would be the best course of action." The rings on her started to glow a bit as Darkrai moved his head to have his face on the ground again.

Kip shouted. "Wait!"

Cresselia and Twig looked taken aback as Kip searched for something to say.

"Why... why don't we let him live?"

Twig looked at him with confusion while Cresselia looked offended.

"You want him to live? After everything he's done to you and the people you care for. After he tried and almost succeeded in bringing the world to its end? You believe he is capable of redemption or deserving of mercy?"

Kip noticed the way that Darkrai's fist clenched upon hearing those last words.

He didn't. He well and truly didn't. He wanted so badly for Darkrai to be killed and guarantee that he wouldn't be able to hurt anyone ever again.

But seeing him on the ground like this, looking... Pathetic...

Kip wished he didn't, but he felt bad for him.

"Well... Don't you want your body back Twig?"

Twig stared at Kip for several seconds before her eyes quickly shifted to Darkrai's tail flame and then back to Kip. She remained silent.

"What do you believe will happen if Twig receives her body again?"

Kip flinched. He knew exactly what she meant. If they switched bodies again, it would be a death sentence. For everyone.

"It would be in your best interest." Darkrai growled, muffled from the ground.

Kip felt a small lump in his throat.

Why did he feel bad for him!?

Kip replied with the only argument he could think of. "But we dont know if they will switch bodies again."

Cresselia narrowed her eyes. "It has happened once, there is no reason to believe it wont happen again."

Kip was grasping at straws to figure out anything he could say.

"How do we know that it will happen again?"

"We don't know if it won't!" Cresselia snapped.

Kip could feel sweat forming on his head. "He can't hurt anyone right now though!"

"That could change!"

Kip was running through everything he could think of to try and rebut her argument.

"Don't you think he at least should get the shot at a second chance?"

He didn't know where it came from. He didn't think he believed what he said.

At least, until he thought he heard Darkrai's breath quietly catch on itself.

"You're insistence on allowing a chance at redemption is admirable, but this is an exception! He is truly evil and deserves nothing more than death!" Cresselia looked upset before, but now she looked downright furious.

Kip swears he heard darkrai whisper something about how she's right.

He and Cresselia argued in circles for nearly an hour.

After about the 6th time that Kip emphasized that they dont know if they'll switch bodies again, Cresselia gave an exasperated sigh, while pinching the space between her eyes.

"Fine. I will allow Darkrai to live. On one condition."

Kip could feel dread building up within him.

"If you believe they are about to return to their original bodies," Cresselia looked up at him. He swore she would burst a blood vessel at any moment. "You are to kill Twig by your hands."

Twig practically lept back away from her in shock. Kip's blood ran cold.

Both he and Twig shouted the same thing. "What!?"

Cresselia glared at him. Not even reacting to Twig's shock. "If we kill Darkrai while he is in Twig's body, we have no way of knowing if his soul will return to his own or not."

Kip could feel his body shaking.

"That is the only way to guarantee that Darkrai will not be able to return."

Kip stared at the ground. Everything was spinning. When remembering the crippling loneliness he felt when Twig was erased from time...

And to be the reason that she dies...

Kip couldn't even imagine that. He felt like he might throw up, just thinking about how the best person he'd ever met would be the one he'd have to kill.

Cresselia waited for him to respond before huffing.

"If you are incapable of swearing to this action then I will end this." She slowly started to approach Darkrai while preparing an attack.

Kip couldn't do anything but watch as she approached him. He wanted to stop her, he wanted to say something, but every time he tried he felt like the only thing that would come out would be vomit.

Suddenly, Twig flinched and her eyes widened, looking more angry than when she had first approached them.

"WAIT A SECOND, YOU HYPOCRITE!!!" Twig's voice boomed and echoed through the cave as Cresselia spun around to face her. "How dare you speak of me-!"

"NO, HOW DARE YOU!" Twig shouted over Cresselia. "YOU JUST SAID THAT YOU DIDNT THINK KILLING HIM WHILE HE'S IN MY BODY WOULD WORK!"

Cresselia looked red with anger. "I am a legend! That-"

"WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES THAT MAKE!?" Kip doesn't think he'd seen her this angry since after her fight with Grovyle.

"YOU CAN'T JUST SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT TO KIP AND THEN ACT LIKE YOU'RE SOMEHOW ABOVE YOUR OWN WORDS!!!"

Cresselia looked like how Darkrai had glared at them earlier.

"You know then that what I say is true!"

Twig somehow looked angrier than Cresselia.

"YEAH, SURE, FINE! I SWEAR OR WHATEVER!"

Cresselia swiftly plucked one of the feathers from her neck and shoved it onto Twig's chest.

"Then leave and know that if Darkrai returns, it will be your fault alone!"

Twig grabbed the feather while swatting away Cresselia's hand. "GLADLY!"

Twig made haste over to where Kip was and shoved the feather into the satchel he wore. Before rummaging around and pulling out an escape orb. Twig grabbed Darkrai's limp body and slung him over her shoulder. Twig reached her free hand towards Kip and he, reluctantly, put his hand in it. Twig didn't say anything as she activated the escape orb in her other hand. In a bright flash of yellow light, Her, Kip and Darkrai were outside the entrance to Dark Crater.

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The journey back home took a few days and the entire time was spent in agonizing silence. Aside from Twig, still clearly irate, telling Kip that she didn't feel sleepy at any point during the few nights. And the talk Kip had to the ferryman about their destination and payment.

At no point did Darkrai ever bother trying to walk on his own, or make conversation.

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Kip was very glad that they returned home at night. Having to explain that the guy who tortured and traumatized everyone in town was actually Twig now, was a conversation that Kip would rather die than navigate through.

Twig dropped Darkrai onto a bed with a complete lack of care. Darkrai grunting as he landed on it, before slowly curling up. Twig moved over to sit on the settee. Deeply sighing in frustration while she sat down.

Kip started emptying his satchel of the things they had. A bunch of baubles and orbs that they never needed to use, a couple of TM's, and the feather Cresselia had given them. Twig's eyes narrowed with disgust as she stared at the feather.

Kip looked at her. "Are you alright Twig?"

Twig stared at the feather before sighing and resting the side of her head on the arm she has propped up on the armrest.

"Peachy." She growled.

Okay. So she's not alright at all.

"I just." Twig continued. "I had no idea that Cresselia could be such a..." Twig expression shifted angrily for a few seconds before she spat out a word in English that Kip didn't recognize.

"So you acknowledge that she isn't who she presents herself as?" Darkrai muttered, not moving his body an inch.

Twig shot a glare at him before rolling her eyes and looking out over the ocean. "Oh yeah, like YOU would know anything about that."

Kip noticed the way Darkrai's entire body tensed up when she said that.

Kip sighed as he continued sorting through the stuff. Twig watched him.

"Why did she even give us a feather anyway?"

Darkrai rubbed his face. Still clearly trying to get used to falling asleep.

"It's a lunar feather." He grumbled. "If you wish to not give anyone nightmares, keep it nearby."

Twig raised an eyebrow. "Wait, so can you or can you not control it!?"

Darkrai growled a bit "Discard it and discover for yourself."

Twig threw her head back while swinging her hand around in the air. "Great! Cool! Awesome! Just another thing I have to worry about! Swell!"

Kip wanted to say something to help. But he couldn't think of anything that wouldn't just worsen Twig's mood.

Twig rose from the couch she sat on. Shooting her arms out to balance herself when she did so faster than she anticipated.

"I'm going on a walk. I'll stay off the main paths."

Kip watched her in painful silence as she ascended above the steps, and the heavy feeling in the air gradually disappeared.

Kip sighed as he finished putting away his things and layed down on his bed. Facing away from Darkrai.

Several minutes passed while Kip was trying to figure out why he felt like scum.

"Why did you defend me." Darkrai suddenly spoke, more like a demand than a question.

Kip thought for several seconds before just admitting that he didn't know.

Darkrai scoffed.

"Rest assured Mudkip, your efforts will be in vain. The moment I return to my body, I will kill you both and accomplish my designs."

Kip didn't respond.

After a long time, Kip could hear Darkrai's soft snoring behind him.

Tears silently ran down Kip's face as he fell asleep. Wondering how badly he just screwed everything up.

#fanfic of a fanfic #the present is a gift au #pmd eos #pmd #writing #This is written going off the assumption that Cresselia figures out just how badly she hurt Darkrai after their battle #so she'd still act like a wet sock towards him and people that sympathize with him #Body Swap AU #heavily considering continuing this one in some way.

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the solution to our problems - five.

; synopsis - 6 months after your break up, you’re sick and tired of your ex who's always following you around or sending you a text from some new number. luckily for you, the leader of the school’s dance club and campus heartthrob, yang jungwon, seems to have a solution that’ll solve both your problems - to fake date each other.

five. the delusions are getting to him (354 words)

four. ; masterlist. ; six.

"over here," you hear jungwon's voice call you when you enter the cafe.

pulling the seat opposite of him out, you tell him you're gonna go order something, until he says he already did.

"really? for me?" you ask, surprised. he hums while nodding his head.

"i wasn't sure what to get you, so i asked your friends."

"you didn't have to do that," you laugh lightly, feeling touched by his thoughtfulness.

"don't worry about it," he smiled at you, the dimple on his cheek making you want to squish his face. "did you get here safe?"

"yep! no ex following me around today just yet," your cheery tone ironic compared to your words.

"that's good, i guess we should talk about it then, huh?" he chuckled awkwardly.

"it was a pretty strange request, if i'm being honest," you laughed lightly.

"and yet you still agreed." he pauses. "first of all, we should have a story, right?"

"we can just say we met through youngseo and got to know each other through her."

"well, there's no lies there," he jokes.

"right! but, i don't think we should reveal our relationship immediately. it might seem suspicious, since people probably know we aren't really close."

"good point..." jungwon bit his lip thoughtfully. "should we just hangout like friends and 'get closer' for a bit before we 'start dating'?"

"oh! and then we can do like, a soft launch when we fake date!" you suggest excitedly.

"this is gonna be interesting, so i'm kind of looking forward to it. i'll finally get a break from all those girls," jungwon quickly clarifies. but then he panics, thinking you might take offense. "but, i mean, i don't mind being with you- i mean, fake dating you- but- ugh... you get what i mean..."

you laugh at his cute antics, and assure him you get what he means. you feel relieved and excited in a way, but you tell yourself it's just to get minho away.

the rest of the date (?) is spent chatting easily, talking about plans and learning more about the other, while sipping on milkshakes and coffee.

four. ; masterlist. ; six.

; author's corner! this chapter is mid, i guess the texts were more of filler bc i didnt know what to put..

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#·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ mi's works #k-labels #k-films #jungwon #jungwon smau #enhypen #enhypen smau #jungwon x reader #enhypen jungwon #yang jungwon #jungwon imagines #enhypen imagines #jungwon fluff #enhypen fluff #ੈ♡˳ - tstop #ੈ♡˳ - the solution to our problems

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I'll Look After You - Part 3 Bucky x Y/N

I feel like I'm slowly getting the hang of actually making posts on tumblr. I'm still not great but bare with me. I'm still utterly obsessed with John 'Bucky' Egan and since I'm running out of fics to read I feel I need to make my own. Part 2 kinda got away from me but I think I have a bit more of a clear direction for this now. This includes jealous! Bucky. Enjoy:

When Bucky awoke the next morning, he was dissapointed Y/N was not by his side. He had hoped he would get to see her beautiful face again when he woke up. But the chair was empty and the book left on the bedside table. She must have left once I fell asleep he tought to himself. And who could blame her? That chair hardly looked comfortable. I wonder is she working again today? Maybe she will come by again soon. He looked to the book on the table. The hairpin stuck between the pages told him there was still a few more chapters left to read. His chest swelled with hope. She might come back again tonight. Bucky thought about relaxing into the small hospital bed and being comforted by her beautiful voice once more. As he imagined that gorgeous voice, he heard it from a short distance away. Almost as if he had magically made her appear. He couldnt see her, thanks to that godforsaken curtain; but it was her. He heard her melodic laugh. Who is she talking to? Whats so funny? Bucky couldn't help it. Suddenly he felt.. jealous. Why on earth would he feel jealous? Because he wanted to be the once to make her laugh. Thats why. But Bucky did his best to quell those jealous thoughts. She was probably just talking to one of the other nurses.

'I couldnt help it, I just started spewing everywhere!' It was awful.' Bucky knew that voice. That was not a nurses voice. 'Oh Major Crosby, why on earth did you become a flight navigator if you suffered from air sickness!' She said in between giggles. Crosby. Crosby was making her laugh. Well at least she was laughing at him. 'I didnt know I suffered from it till I was already in the air! You gotta help me Y/N, I need more of the stuff the doc gave me but he's not back till Monday!' 'Okay, okay, here you go.' 'Thanks Y/N I really appreciate it.' 'No problem Major.' Bucky heard footsteps, then Croz's voice again. 'Y/N?' 'Yes Major?' 'Please, call me Harry. I was just wondering if I could pay you back, for the pills?' 'Oh theres no need Harry.' 'I know, but I want to thank you properly. Are you working tonight?' 'No, thankfully for the first night in what feels like weeks I'm off for the night.' Bucky's heart sank at this news. There goes his plans of a lovely nights sleep. 'Oh great! Theres a dance on tonight in the main hall, are you going?' 'I hadn't thought about it, but I guess it would be fun!' 'Oh great, well I'll buy you a drink there, to thank you.' 'That's very kind Maj- Harry. I'll see you there.' 'Great! I'll see you there Y/N!'

Bucky's blood boiled. Croz was going to be at the dance with Y/N. Croz couldnt even dance! She would have a terrible time with him. It should be Bucky buying her drinks and sweeping her off of her feet. Not Croz. Pukes-a-lot Croz. If only his ribs would hurry up and heal. Then he could go to the dance and show her a real good time. Bucky tested himself, trying to get out of bed. It was painful, but maybe managable? Just as his first socked foot hit the ground, the curtain swung open and there she was, Y/N.

She went to Bucky's cubile to find he was already getting to his feet. 'Haha! Great minds really do think alike! I was just about to get you for physical therapy.' Bucky looked at her like he was caught with his pants round his ankles. 'Physical therapy?' he questioned. He sat at the edge of his bed, one to look 'non-chalant' and two because he was afraid his legs would gave in from under him with the pain in his side. She smiled at him 'Yeah, didnt the doctors tell you? It's about time we get you up and moving Major! Cant expect you to be in the air if you cant even be on the ground. Come on.' She stepped close to him and held out her hands, waiting for him to take them. He stared. 'Come on, lets go for a walk.' He did want to, but he felt angry. How could she be so kind and nice and smile so beautifully at him when she had just agreed to a date with Crosby. He looked at her, eyes shining and smiling a smile that could probably wrap even Hitler himself around her finger. He gave in and put his hands in hers. It was electric. He never wanted to let go of her perfect, soft hands. He didnt think it was possible, but her smile grew even bigger. Maybe she feels it too. This connection between us. She stepped back, giving him room to stand. He towered over her. She looked up at him, and all Bucky wanted to do was kiss her. All her had to do was bend his neck a bit, tilt his head to the side slightly, and his lips would be on hers. But no, she was Crosbys girl. He was the one going to kiss her. His blood started boiling again at the thought. 'Lets get this over with.' He said with a scowl. The sooner this was over, the sooner he would hopefully be able to stop thinking about her. As if I could ever think of anything but her. He thought. Her smile faltered, not expecting him to be anything other than his charming self.

They made it to the hallway, their steps slow and steady so not to hurt Bucky too much. Y/N tried to be encouraging, often praising him at how well he was doing. But Bucky barely responded. Eventually, she decided the silence was too much. 'Whats your favourite type of cake?' she asked. 'What?' he looked at her confused. 'Cake! Mines chocolate. I absolutely love chocolate cake. Whats your favourite?' 'I don't have a favourite type of cake.' he said. 'You like them all then huh? That's fair. If I'm honest I like all kinds of cake. Except carrot. Carrot and cake should not mix. Everything else is great -' 'I really don't care for or about cake!' Bucky snapped. As soon as he said the words he regretted it. Her bright smile vanished, and she physically recoil from him. She put as much distance between them as she could. Deciding she no longer needed to hold his hands. He immediatly missed the warmth of her hands in his. Longed to grab them back and never let tem go. 'I think you're okay with walking. Turn around back to your bed. I'll be behind you if you need me.' Bucky didnt know what to say, so he just turned around and slowly walked back to his bed. She was right on his heels though, being a good nurse and making sure nothing happened to him. He could sense her hand hovering over his shoulder, ready to catch him if he faltered. She never said a word though. Bucky wanted to break the awkward silence, but how? He had no idea what to say. She helped him back to bed and made a quick exit. 'Anoher nurse will be around later for evening rounds. I'm done for the day.' Without another word she walked off. Bucky cursed himself. He was a dick to her even though she was always kind to him. He would be pushing her even further into Crosby's arms now.

The day turned into evening, the evening into night. Everyone else in the infrimary was asleep, but not Bucky. He didnt know what was keeping him from slumber; the thought of nightmares or the thought of her and Crosby at the dance. Y/N and Croz at that dance is my worst nightmare. Bucky realised. What if they're dancing? He's a terrible dancer. I would be far better at dancing with her. What if they're slow dancing. What if he holds her a little too closely? What if he kisses her? Bucky tried to stop his racing mind before he had a stroke. He looked at the book again. Exactly where she left it. He didnt even want to read it. He knew the story word-for-word by now. He just wanted to hear her read it. That wasnt going to be happening tonight.

Y/N was enjoying the dance. The music was great, and everyone was in good spirits celebrating someones 25th mission. Harry was ever the gentlemen, buying her a drink and making sure she was okay. She liked Harry. He was kind, funny and charming, dispite his issues with air sickness that everyone cruely made fun of him for. She sat at a table with some of the other nurses and a few soldiers. 'Would you like another drink?' Harry asked her, noticing her empty glass. 'Oh I'm fine, thank you Harry.' 'How about a dance?' his hopeful smile was too much for her. 'I'd love to.' They made their way to the dance floor, a lively jazz song being played by the band. Harry wasnt the best dancer, but he had fun and made her have fun too, which was the most important part.

After their dance, Y/N needed to catch her breath. It was then she looked up at the clock and saw the time. 'I didnt realise it was so late! I better get going.' 'I'll walk you home.' Harry said, holding out his elbow to her. 'Oh thats very kind Harry, but theres no need. I'm going to head to the infirmary to check on some patients before I go to bed. You stay with they guys and enjoy the party.' 'Are you sure?' Y/N could sense some dissapointment in his tone, but chose to ignore it with a warm smile. 'I'm sure. Enjoy yourself.' She gave him a kiss on the cheek, and headed for the door. JUst as she was about to leave, she remembered she was meant to grab something...

At midnight he was still awake. He knew the party would be ending soon. He thought of Crosby walking Y/N home. Ever the gent. What if he tried to kiss her? would she accept his kiss? He hoped not. What if she did? He couldnt help picture Harry Crosby with his hands on Y/N, kissing. Hands moving to places he would sell his soul to touch. He was fit to scream. He couldnt hack it. Just when he was about to bang his head against the wall to rid himself of the terrifying mental images, he heard a voice. 'I'm not too late am I?' I'm hallucinating, Bucky thought. The pain meds must be very strong tonight. Y/N stood at the foot of his bed. Wearing a beautiful red dress, hair in flowing waves. Red lipstick he would love to smudge. 'What are you doing here? Weren't you at the dance?' She smiled, 'I was, but when it was almost over I thought I'd come check on you. Not that you deserve it. You were very cranky earlier.' 'I'm sorry Y/N I-' she cut him off 'There's no need to appologise. Physical therapy can be very difficult. Your body has been through a lot it's okay if it takes time to recover.' She was a literal angel. After how poorly he treated her, she still showed him so much empathy. More than he deserved. Even after her date with Croz, here she was checking in on him. 'Thank you. There's no need to check on me though. I'm fine. You should head back.' She moved closer while pulling a paper bag from behind her back. 'The dance is over now. Besides, I think theres about two chapters of Great Gatsby left. I brought some treats for us to eat while we read it.' She pulled out two small pieces of cake from the bag, white frosting on each piece with jam in the middle. 'You wouldn't tell me what kind of cake you liked, turns out it didnt matter because by the time I got to it this was all that was left anyway.' Cake? She had brought him cake? She was at the dance, with another man, and she thought about bringing him cake in the middle of the night? Bucky almost cried. 'You didn't have to do that, thank you. That's very kind.' She looked at the chair next to his bed. Her back already hurt before she even sat on it. 'Do you mind moving over a little? That chair is horrendous.'

Bucky was sure he heard her wrong. She wanted to sit in the bed with him? He stuttered out a response as he slowly moved as much as he could in the small bed. 'Sure, be my guest.' She sat beside him with her back againt the headboard. The sides of their bodies touching from their shoulders to their ankles. If Bucky's heart wasnt racing before, it was now. She handed him his piece of cake and picked up the book. 'It was when curiosity about Gatsby was at its highest that the lights in his house failed to go on one Saturday night....' She read to him, occasionally taking a break to bite into her cake. They sat like that, eating and reading, with Bucky never taking his eyes off of her beautiful face. Slowly, his tired eyes fluttered closed. He dreamed of cake, Gatsby's mansion, and her.

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Inconvenient timing| Mason Mount

Notes: This is just a quick pregnant y/n to kick start my dad mason series! hope you enjoy xox

Warnings: Mild swearing I think? If difficult labour triggers you please dont read x

Blurb: One where you and mason didn't expect your little baby boy to want to come day hello during one of his matches.

“But what if something happens?”

“Nothings going to happen, mase.”

“But what if–”

“Mason, please.” You huff, leaning your elbows on the kitchen counter, you had already woken up with a pounding headache and the sound of your husband's whining really wasn't helping.

You look up to see a defeated mason standing in the doorway, his little puppy dog eyes widen as he watches you roll your eyes and continuously rub your temples. He knew he was probably being annoying, but you can't blame the guy for worrying about his very pregnant girlfriend attending Chelsea's FA cup final today.

The fact the final was being held at stamford bridge calmed Mason's nerves slightly, and that he knew that his family were also attending, so you wouldn't be on your own. Mason had spent the morning on the phone to each family member telling them to take extra care for you. As well as making his older brother swear that no matter what, if you feel even the slightest bit ill that he will drive you straight home. An emphasis on the ‘straight’, but Mason's brother just giggled at his attempt to be intimidating.

See, when it comes to you, mason is always stressed out. You're the love of his life. But as of nine months ago you were the love of his life carrying another love of his life. You had figured since getting pregnant that mason had these paternal instincts kick in, but you didn't mind, you loved how attentive and caring he was with you.

“Mase, please stop worrying babe. You're stressing me out, and that's not good for the baby.” You frown at him as he walks over to gently place his hand on your bump, his fingertips traveling under your (his) shirt, so he can run his fingers over your cold, delicate skin.

“I know, I'm sorry, y/n.” Mason huffs before resting his head on your shoulder as your hands fluff up his hair, “You know how people can get at football matches, especially finals.”

“I know, but I'll be fine, honestly. Your dad called and said he's going to pick me up at three so we can get there early and beat the crowd, and I promise I won't leave the vip area, and if I feel the slightest bit sick, I'll tell Lewis, and he will take me straight home.” You recited all the things Mason had made you promise him last night.

The only thing you hadn't told mason was that you had been having agonizing pain since you woke up this morning, not wanting to worry him.

You called your midwife when he was in the shower, she calmly assured you that it was pretty normal to have a few pains in your stomach, especially when there was a full on child growing in you. You weren't due for another four weeks, twenty three days to be precise, so you decided to just deal with the pain and if it gets worse then you would have to tell mase eventually. But right now you didnt want to worry him, you just wanted to watch your husband participate in the thing he loves the most, as well as kicking liverpool's arse along the way.

“Okay, I have to leave, but promise to text me when you get to the stadium so I can quickly run up and say hi before the match?”

“I promise.”

He quickly kissed you goodbye before sprinting out the front door, his heart still heavy as he couldn't stop himself from worrying about you.

You spent the rest of the morning getting ready, the pains in your stomach had settled down now, the midwife was probably right, growing pains.

But as promised, dead on at three o'clock, Mason's mum was knocking on the door with the rest of his family to drive to the match.

You waddled over to the door, greeting mason's mum as she helped to put on your shoes, she giggled as she tied your laces up for you. You were making a joke about not being able to bend down anymore, when she grabbed your bag for you and offered to lock the door.

She watched as you slightly winced as you made your way down the couple of steps in front of the doorway, her brows instantly furring as she had cottoned on immediately that something might be wrong.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” She didn't want to come off too intimidating, but from a former pregnant lady to another she could see that something was bothering you.

“I'm fine, honestly.” You tried to wave her off.

You then got into the car with the rest of the masons family to make your way to Stamford bridge, the pains in your stomach settling down, for now.

Debbie didn't question you anymore, but she did whisper to jazz to also keep an eye out for you since she could tell something was wrong.

The rest of the ride was fine, the pains had stopped for a while as you all made your way into the stadium, sitting down in mason's vip box as he came up to quickly say a few hellos to his family.

He hugged his mum and dad before making his way over to you, who was sitting back in one of the lounge chairs. Mason hovered over you, a smirk on his face as he giggled at you in a clearly comfortable position.

“Don't look at me like that, mount.”

Mason just giggled before he bent down to kiss your forehead, his hands gently resting on your stomach.

“Hey little man.” Mason muttered.

Before leaning up to you, gently pecking your lips “You okay?” he smiled before sitting down next to you, leaning over to brush some hair out of your face.

“Never better.” You smiled. “Except for the fact that my feet are the size of bowling balls, have you seen them? They're huge!” You exclaim at Mason, raising your foot in the air, causing him to giggle.

“Do they hurt?”

“Not really, wouldn't say no to a foot massage though?” You smirk at him, causing mason to giggle again, you loved his little giggle. You loved his smile too, you hoped that your little boy would inherit Mason's smile, along with his little giggles too.

“I promise I will rub your feet when we get home, but right now I have a final to win.” Mason smiles before he gets up off the sofa.

“Bye baby.” Mason smiles as he kisses the top of your head, “bye my other baby.” He smiles as he runs his hands over your bump again.

“Good luck mase, we love you.”

“Love you both!” Mason shouts back, but he was already sprinting down the hallway since he was very late.

The game had started and you had all maneuvered outside, you were sitting on one of the front row chairs, right next to the barrier, but the chairs were pretty comfy so you weren't complaining.

Mason was in the starting 11, so you watched as he made his way out to the pitch, the whistles blowing, and the match starting.

It was around eighteen minutes into the first half when your pains had erupted again, but this time you knew that they weren't just any pains.

You winced slightly as you felt the sting of a shooting pain, Jazz and Debbie's heads snapping straight towards you.

“Y/n?” Debbie asked you, leaning over to place her hand on your knee. “Are you alright-”

“Alright, cut the ballshit y/n. I've watched you pull these faces all day! Are you in pain or something? And don't lie to me.” Jazz raised her eyebrows at you, earning a frown from her mother at the tone of her voice.

“I swear it hasn't been that bad, the pain. I called the midwife this morning and she said it might just be growing-”

But your words were cut short when you felt a certain sensation, your eyes widening in shock.

“Y/n, darling?” Debbie asked you.

“I think, I think my water just broke?” Your eyes were wide as you muttered a few ‘No’s’, feeling the wetness trickle down your leg.

“WHAT?! In the middle of the match, y/n?” Lewis leaned over his sister to say, earning him an elbow in the arm from Jazz.

“Sorry lewis, not really like i get to choose when my water breaks.”

Debbie giggles at your sarcasm as she quickly helps you get out of your seat, the whole family following you behind as you walk back into the lounge.

“Someone needs to get mase?” Tony questions as he looks around thinking about how he could get his son's attention.

“I'll go down and tell the steward, maybe he can radio though to Tuchel and get mase off the pitch.” Lewis smiles before dashing out of the room.

“Deep breaths, y/n.” Debbie says, running her hand along your arm.

“Have you had any more pains?” Jazz asks you.

“Not yet-” but you spoke too soon, before you found your head thrown back in pain, squeezing your sister in law's hand.

“Okay, I think we need to get her to the hospital.”

It wasn't long before you heard the speaker announce that mason mount was coming off the pitch for a tactical subsitation.

Mason was pissed, he didn't understand why he was subbed so early on in the match, almost refusing to come off. Mason was about to voice his anger to his manager, but then he saw the two security guards in high viz jackets behind him, and Mason knew immediately that something was wrong.

“What's going on? Is y/n okay?”

“She's gone into labour, masey!” Tuchel smiled down at Mason as he patted his back, mason just stood on the sidelines in shock, in such shock he couldn't even lift his arms to clap hands with his replaced substitute.

“Gowan then, go!” He pushes Masons back slightly, forcing him to follow the two security men down the tunnel.

But before mason knew it his legs were carrying him away from the pitch as he followed the men in bright yellow jackets, he looked back and sees the rest of the team on the subs bench smiling, Ben screaming good luck and a loud whistle from Jorginho, as he sprints down the tunnel to get to you.

You sat down in the downstairs lobby, refusing to leave without mason. So you sat and waited out a few more painful contractions before mason came racing around the corner.

“Y/n!”

You head snaps up at the sound of masons voice, “Thank fuck your here, we need to go, Now!” Mason's mum shouts at him as he runs over to you, kneeling down next to you as he places a hand on your leg.

Mason just looks up at you, his breathing just as heavy as yours, as nervous as he was in that moment he couldn't help but smile.

Mason grabs onto your arm as he helps you get out of the chair to help you walk to the car, when your fully sanding mason leans in slightly to whisper in your ear.

“Hey, we're having a baby.” He couldn't wipe the smile off his face now.

“We're about to be actual parents.” He whispers at you like an excited school kid.

“I know.” You smile back, the tears brimming in your eyes.

"Sorry about the inconvenient timing, you was playing really well."

"You could never be inconvenient."

“Come on your two, let's get to the hospital! Y/n, i've called your mum, her and your dad are going to meet us there.” Debbie smiled at you as she latched herself onto your other arm, also helping you walk to the car.

The car ride to the hospital was well, eventful.

You were stuck in the back with mason... mason. The man who in all the years you had been together still had no idea on how to handle one of your temper tantrums, or even when you were on your period.

You screamed out in pain as the contractions were getting worse, the fear kicking in about having to push a human child out of your vagina. Your nerves were sky high, and mason wasn't helping. At all.

“Was that another contraction?”

“No mason, I just screamed out in pain for the sake of it?” You snapped back at him, your hand was placed on the seat in front of you as you tried to do some breathing exercises.

“That was about eleven minuets apart, y/n. They're getting quicker.” Debbie smiles at you as she looks down at her watch.

The pain was absolutely rifling, causing you to feel very angry, and poor mason managed to suffer the vengeance of your anger.

“What does it feel like? A contraction?” Mason questioned you after your last contraction had just finished.

You breathlessly turned your head, the deathly stare that you were shooting him was enough for mason to know he fucked up. He mumbled a quick sorry and put his head down before you spoke up, cueing his head to lift again.

“This is your problem!” You sneered at him, gripping the seat tighter as the shooting pains were becoming unbearable.

“If you had just kept it in your pants for once we wouldn't be in this situation right now! This is your mess, Mount.”

You could hear the small giggles erupting from Tony and Debbie's mouths as they pulled into the hospital car park.

You felt awful for snapping at mason, but at the same time his presence alone made you want to murder him. But that's okay because you could blame it on the pregnancy hormones tomorrow.

Mason helped you into a wheelchair as he waited at the reception desk to check you in, but the hospital managed to move pretty past as before you knew it you were on a hospital bed, screaming out as you were officially ten centimeters dilated.

Your hand was squeezing masons as your legs were up in the air. It was more uncomfortable that you imagined, the sweat was running down your face, rubbing black mascara all under your eyes. But you tried not to think about that, but the incredibly painful sensation coming from your vagina.

“You're doing so well, y/n.” Mason smiled at you as he kissed your wet forehead, not caring about a little sweat.

“Just a little more and we get to meet our baby boy.” Mason smiles down at you, but his heart breaks as he watches you shake your head as tears spill out of your eyes.

“I can't, I can't do it anymore.”

You had been in active labor for about three hours now, the pains were unbarable and you just wanted it to be over.

“Y/n-”

“It's too much, I can't do it, I can't.”

Mason's heart broke as your voice cracked as you spoke. Mason knew it was unlike you to ever give up on anything. But right now the way your head was thrown back with tears running down your cheeks he wanted nothing more than to take the pain from you.

“When do you ever quit on anything? Huh?” Mason questioned you as you turned your head to him. “You are honestly the strongest, most bravest woman I've ever met, one of the main reasons I love you. You've already done most of it, so there's no point in giving up now, because I know you can do it, so don't lie to me.” Mason looks deadly serious as he tries to pump you up.

“Don't try to hype me up like I'm one of your teammates.” You scold him, but Mason just smiles as he watches you as you unknowingly set your back up straight, clenching down on his hand as you prepare yourself.

Mason presses another kiss to your head as he wipes away the fallen hair that was stuck to your forehead.

“I've never been more proud of you.” He whispers into your ear, wiping away a fallen tear.

“Ready?” He nods at you.

You smiled down as you listened to the midwife's instructions, you have no idea where you found this energy from to carry on, but once your baby boy was pressed on your chest it was so worth it.

Tears start to brim in your eyes as you fingers gently scrape the hair on top of your little boy's head, once he had stopped crying you took your time to examine his features, and you were right he looked just like his daddy.

“I'm so so proud of you baby.” Mason's hand comes to caress your head.

After a while you cleaned up slightly, you wanted as mason took your baby boy, he was so tiny and mason was so afraid of hurting him. But your heart practically melted as you watched Mason take a solid ten minutes to put on his first nappy, not wanting to hurt him.

You watched mason examined every part of him, masons fingertips looking huge compared to the size of your baby. Considering he was born early he was tiny, but that only frightened you more. However, the thought of you and mason being in this together, you knew, you would be fine.

Mason placed him in your arms as you scooted over on the hospital bed, mason squishing in next you as you placed your head on Mason's shoulder, both taking in how breathtakingly gorgeous you baby boy was.

“So, did you think about it?” Mason asked you, a slight smirk toying on his lips as he looked down. Your eyebrows furred as you looked up at him, until you realized what he was implying too. You and Mason had not been able to decide on a name yet, you both had a few options but you both said that the moment you both saw him you would just know.

“No mase, we are not calling him stamford.”

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