#i'm a bit overwhelmed thank you everyone ;U;

[mattslolita]

sweater weather - c. sturniolo ( 001. )

in which ... you, the well known popular girl secretly hooks up and hangs out with the loner dealer. dealer!chris x black!fem!reader

warnings ; mild mentions of alcohol, partying, drug use, eventual smut

"𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓."

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰

he watched you.

from the sidelines of course, careful not to blow his cover — a blunt was laid at the edge of his lips as he watched you interact with your friends, your dimples prominent with the way you smiled and your brown skin glowing under the lights as you moved your hips to the music playing.

chris knew you were popular around campus, having had many friends because of your bubbly personality and the way you seemed to get along with everyone — which is why it truly shocked him when you started coming to him for weed.

you wanted to keep it on the low, which he definitely understood sure you liked to have your fun with drinking — but doing drugs wasn't something you were exactly proud of.

but chris never judged you.

usually after a party like this, you'd nonchalantly disperse from your friend group and send him a text, hoping you could meet him somewhere where you guys would drive off and smoke with each other.

tonight was no exception either, as you felt yourself becoming overwhelmed — chris could sense it as he watched you say something to your friends, beginning to slink away from them.

he grinned knowingly, running a hand through his hair as he took a hit from the blunt and slowly made his way outside towards where his car was parked, which was a ways down the street as not to draw attention to his presence.

you had successfully walked outside of the stuffy house, being able to catch your breath finally as you looked up at the moon which shone overhead — you smoothed your mini skirt and pulled your baby blue top up more, shivers going down your spine when the cold breeze hit you.

you reached inside your purse and pulled your phone out, immediately pulling up your dealer's contact name.

y/n🫀❗

hey, did u come to tha party ?

chris🍃🧡

yeah, i'm bout to leave tho

y/n🫀❗

can i leave w you? if its okay w you

chris🍃🧡

you know its okay w me, ma

you liked this message!

a smile adorned your lips, figuring that would be his response anyway — your roommate would probably have her boyfriend over, so you were hoping that you could slick side ask him to stay the night as his place.

you took one more look at the house before heading off down the sidewalk, towards the alleyway which seemed like it was somewhere he would park. and you were proven right when you seen his car engine turn on, the familiar black vehicle giving off a low rumble as you grinned.

quickly you ran towards the passenger seat, feeling your skirt ride up a bit but you didn't care, thankful there was no one outside to look at you — you opened the door and hurriedly slipped inside, a giggle leaving your lips as you close the door behind you and relax into the seat.

chris looks over at you with an amused smile and raised eyebrows, holding the blunt in his hand out to you. "whatchu so giggly for, ma? you have any fun tonight?"

"i'm kinda tipsy, and i had fun!" you giggled again, tilting your head to the side slightly as you looked at him, waving the blunt off for now. "did you have any customers tonight?"

"just a few people," he shrugged, taking a hit from the blunt and blowing the smoke. "I'm glad you had fun though, cause i know shit's been fucked lately."

you nodded and looked down, playing with the hem of your skirt — chris knew about your family issues, which you ended up opening up to him about. it was also partly the reason you had decided to start smoking weed, cause you figured, maybe it would help you to take your mind off of things.

chris lifted your chin up with his index finger, swiping his thumb over your jaw causing butterflies to form in your stomach. "you wanna go smoke now, ma?"

"yeah," you nod with a smile, and he nods at you, pulling out of the alleyway.

his hand then goes to rest on your thigh, drawing circles around your plush skin, which caused tingles to shoot through your body — even after the times you've hooked up with him, you would never get used to the feeling of his skin on yours and how much it brought a comfort to you. a lazy grin found itself on your lips as you looked out the window, the breeze carrying through your locs as he drove on.

"i'm hungry," you tell him suddenly, glancing over at him, "can we get somethin to eat?"

"of course, sweetheart," chris tells you, "what you in the mood for?"

"i really want a twenty piece from wendy's and some rootbeer," you told him, and he chuckled at your answer.

"they only come in tens, baby," he said, and you pouted, throwing your head back in frustration.

"i guess imma order an extra ten on the side then!" you decided. "ooh, can i play some music? its too quiet for me."

"it better not be that depressing ass playlist you sent me the other day," chris warned you, his eyes flicking to you momentarily.

you giggled and lightly smack his arm, reaching for the aux cord. "no, okay? this is my shit, i'm finna put you on. i bet you don't have this song in your playlists, either!"

chris just shook his head at you, his hand continuing to rub comforting patterns on your skin — you scrolled through your playlist until you found the song you were looking for, a small grin overtaking your features as you clicked on it.

cherry cola by kuwada flowed softly, and you let out a content sigh as you relaxed and sat back in your seat comfortably — chris didn't know you liked songs like this, and he found himself liking the melody as it was peaceful, the perfect kind of music you get stoned to. when he stopped at a red light, he looked over at you to see the lazy smile that adorned your lips as you lip sang the lyrics, your head moving ever so slightly.

soon, chris pulled up to the wendy's drive thru, and you clapped your hands excitedly as he pulled up to the loud speaker. "hello, what can I get for you tonight?"

"can i get a ten piece meal then an extra ten piece on the side?" he speaks, and you watch as he rubs his chin and you almost melted at the way his blue eyes shone from the fluorescent light.

"what sauce would you like for the nuggets?" the worker asked, and chris looked at you for your answer.

"um, barbecue," you nodded, then he repeated what you said.

"okay, and the drink?" he asked.

"rootbeer, please," chris asked, and you placed a small kiss to his cheek, pulling away with a grin.

"okay will that be all for you?" he asked once again, and you seen chris's eyes rove over the menu again.

"can i get a baconator combo, large?" chris said, "do you guys have pepsi?"

"unfortunately we don't carry pepsi," the worker said, and chris tsked causing you to rub his back comfortingly.

"i'll just take a lemonade, then," chris told him.

after completing the order he gives him his total and they drive up to the window — you went to grab your purse so you could pull out your share of money for your food, but chris was already handing him a twenty.

you rolled your eyes at the boy. "chris, you didn't have to pay for my food!"

"you right ma, i didn't," he told you, leaning over the middle counsel to whisper in your ear, "but i wanted to. so shut that pretty mouth and stop worrying about me spoiling you."

he placed a kiss just below your ear, causing you to bite your lip at the contact and slink back in your seat.

after getting your food, chris drives off and you get back comfortable in your seat whilst holding the bag that contained both of you guys' food, and you could feel the warmth of the bag radiating onto your exposed thighs.

chris pulled up to his house, but the only available parking space were two spaces down, so he hurriedly backed the car into the space and cut the engine.

you took your heels off, which were hurting your feet and you bought them up into the seat, positioning yourself comfortably as you turned to face chris with a cheeky smile.

"okayy, here's your food," you said, handing him one bag, then giggling as you bought yours closer to you.

"you always get so excited about food," chris chuckles, and you give him a look of disbelief like he was crazy.

"boy, food comes before anything, best believe that!" you told him, and he just shook his head, reaching into his bag of food.

it didn't take you two long to eat, but you were disappointed cause this meant you had to make your way back to your own dorm — you honestly wanted to spend the night with chris, but you were scared to ask for some reason.

a light tap on the window gained your attention as you finished the last sip of your drink — a tiny water droplet hit the car's window pane and one drop soon turned into multiple.

it was raining.

"shit," you mumbled under your breath, glancing over at chris, "i think i'm gon head out now."

"you sure ma?" chris asks you, motioning to the rain which was now coming down, "we don't have to yet."

"i'm pretty sure you're tired, and it's late as fuck," you shrug, and you ran your hand up your arm in an attempt to warm it.

"if you say so..."

you quickly get out of the passenger seat and are immediately greeted with droplets falling onto your skin, causing you to shudder as you let out a gasp.

chris notices this as he walks up to his doorstep — he deliberately takes slow steps, watching as you begin walking in the other direction quite slowly.

"wait!"

chris turns around upon hearing your voice. you turn to face him, now being almost soaked — you being walking back towards his house. "my roommates having her boyfriend over tonight. can i stay here? with you?"

he steps away from his doorstep as you approach him, and you could see his breath create smoke as he lets out a sigh — he grabs your waist, pulling you close to him causing you to look up at him through your lashes as your cold bodies are pressed against each other.

"it's too cold for you out here," chris whispers, his breath fanning your ear, "come inside, baby."

you allow him to pull you inside of his home, the rain soon forgotten about as the warmth of his home now encompasses both of your bodies — and his lips press against yours feverishly.

lil 💌

giggling at the smut coming in part two 🥴 I hope y'all will enjoy this short series, i love u all forever 💌

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[emedeme]

I have a lot of fun with the VD commissions every year and I've missed them, thank you so much for the welcome 😭❤️ The form is closed now, and I'll write to everyone during the day (whether you got a spot or not).

#i'm a bit overwhelmed thank you everyone ;U; #i might take 12 instead of 10 because i really like these and i want to do all of them ahhhh

[love-belle]

the love of our lives !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which they come back after almost a year with a pretty big announcement.

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for when you get everything you have prayed for. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - hey!!! i hope u like this one, the amount of love i received on my charles' one is overwhelming and im so grateful for it and for each and every one of you. i love you, thank you. requests are open at the moment!!!

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[jakesprettygirlx]

Pairing- Jake Webber X reader

Requested- yes, hope you like this <3

Summary- Jake gets a little frustrated and the reader is there to calm him down.

- not proof read

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As the sun set outside, casting a warm glow in the living room, yn could sense that something was bothering her boyfriend, Jake. His brows were furrowed, and he was fidgeting with his hands, a sign that he was feeling frustrated, he had already snapped at Johnnie and scuff by accident but they already understood hugging him and heading off to the room sot hat yn could help him.

Everyone knew that sometimes his autism made it difficult for him to express his emotions, but yn also knew that she would always help him when he was feeling like this.

"hey, baby" yn said gently, placing a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, I can see that you're feeling a little frustrated, do U wanna talk about it" she said softly looking at him with nothing but love in her eyes.

Jake sighed and looked at her with a little bit of relief and apprehension, pulling her into his lap and nestling his face into her neck.

"I just, I can't seem to get my thoughts straight, everything is overwhelming right now" he nestled closer to her his arms rested on her waist needing the comfort as she drew little circles Into his shoulder.

Yn nodded, understanding his struggle.

"i know it can be tough sometimes, but you're doing great baby, you're incredibly smart and kind and capable of dealing with this babe, and I'm here for you let's go through some breathing exercises.

Taking a deep breath yn reached for Jake's hand and gently guided him through some calming breathing exercises. As they breathed in and out together yn spoke softly love lacing her voice as Jake started to calm down, she reassured him that it was okay to feel overwhelmed and that she would always be there to support him.

After a few more moments, Jake's tense shoulders began to relax a smile on his face as he cupped yns face bringing her into a soft kiss.

"thank you for being so understanding and patient with me sweetheart, I love you so damn much and appreciate everything you do for me" he said looking into her loving eyes kissing her neck as he snuggled back into her.

"I'll always be here baby" she kissed his head as they laid back into the couch and snuggled into her side playing with his hair.

Johnnie came out a little later and noticed the two, and smiled as he saw Jake looking peaceful again.

"y'know you really are the best thing for him" Johnnie said grabbing a bottle of water as yn thanked him hugging Jake tighter as she wondered how she got so lucky to have such an amazing boyfriend.

#jake webber x reader #jake and johnnie #johnnie guilbert x reader #johnnie guilbert #jake webber

[bloodybreakupscene]

I wanted to request maybe a 1610! Miles morales drabble, where the reader has selective mutism and is really quiet around Miles for awhile. But they get put in a group project together and Miles hears their voice for the first time when they laugh at something he said!! ^^

-> 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒.

miles morales x reader

-> miles and you get partnered for a project and u laugh and hes like wowza and falls in love (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

-> omg tysm for the request!! this idea was too cute i love it sm for realsies (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)!! and another tysm for everyone else who liked my other miles post! the amount of likes and reblogs was overwhelming sweet i love u guys sm ☆ (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) ☆

"alright, with that lesson out of the way let's practice what we've learned with your table partner!" the teacher exclaimed, some students groaned and some laughed, both reactions at the direction of working with each other's desk partners.

art was one of the two subjects you actually enjoyed during school, the work wasn't a hassle and it also didn't force you to speak to others, you never did well with certain settings, however in those that you were actually familiar with you did fine. your partner, one of your newer friends, miles morales, turned towards you.

"what do you think we should do?" he asks, you shrugged your shoulders, the canvas paper that lie on the table remained untouched.

"hmm, i'm terrible at realism, so maybe we can do somethin' simple. . . like buildings!" he leans his head on his hand, awaiting your reaction. you nod your head, and grab your guys' shared painting supplies.

as you guys are painting, miles steals a few glances at your relaxed face. he admired many of your facial features and habits, the way your shoulders raised a bit when you were focused, how the shine in your eyes seemed to brighten when you saw or noticed something that peaked your interest. he's never heard your voice, he figured it was something personal so he never asked—

you laughed. miles, suddenly, broken out of this odd trance, looked at you covering your mouth, laughing. "what?" he questioned, laughing a bit as well, your giggling must be contagious.

"nothing! you just looked, really, focused. i thought it was funny." you spoke, explaining yourself, putting the brush down.

"excuse you." he glared, no malicious intent behind it, "art just so happens to be one of my many expertises."

"pfft, as if. you have more paint on your hand than on the canvas." he looks down at his right hand and you were right, different colors of paint were all over his hand.

"just means i'm a part of the canvas." he jokes, and thank god he did because it made you laugh again. a big smile covers his face and he can't help but replicate your reaction as well.

"you're funny i guess." you rolled your eyes, looking down at the painting you guys made.

"you guess? i didn't even have to do anything to make you laugh the first time." he playfully teases you.

"sure sure whatever." you respond, acting annoyed at his little joke.

miles can't help the huge smile that's still plastered on face, your voice is so sweet, it's got him kicking his feet and blushing, you don't even know the kind of effect that you have on him. he never thought that he was the hopeless romantic type until this very moment, but he can't help it! he's already fallen head over heels in love with you.

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[hobie-enthusiast]

I really love how you write!! I was wondering if you could so smth with hobie x autistic + sunshine!reader? I'm autistic, and i've constantly been belittled for it so it'd mean a lot to see my biggest cc with an autistic reader!! If you're worried about how to approach it maybe you could do smth like reader using noise canceling headphones? or like comforting when reader had an autistic meltdown?? Ofc these are just ideas, whatever you wna do!! Also don't fret if you don't want to do this request, just wanted to ask !!! ^w^

Oh and gender neutral with they/them pronouns please!! 🫶

- 🎀 anonymous

(Emoji signoffs are so cute!! hoping you don't mind me adding one !!!)

QUIET AND EASE !

— hobie brown x energetic!autistic!gn!reader

— fluff and comfort, autistic meltdown, noise canceling headphones, petnames (sweetheart, love), hobie’s worried and nervous, sensory overload, breakdowns due to loud noises, almost panic attacks

— time with your friends was always nice, but sometimes it got to be too much, and hobie is always there to help

— ill do u one better anon how about incorporating both 🫶 also ofc you can have an emoji! thank u for ur support!

— official disclaimer: the following fic and reader experience is based on my experience and also other aspects i have read up on. every autistic person is different, and they won’t all have this exact reaction when it comes to a meltdown. so pls keep that in mind when reading :) if anything seems wrong please feel free to tell me!

Everything was so so loud.

The two of you agreed two have friends over, a small hangout. It had been a while since everyone had hung out, so Hobie suggested hosting them. You agreed, wanting to see everyone again after a while.

You welcomed everyone excitedly, wanting to show off your place. “Hey guys! Come on in, let me give you a tour!”

You dragged them all around the apartment, pointing out various things that maybe they didn’t notice. Your favourites; some hanging pictures, pieces, and collectables.

The other owner of the place, Hobie, couldn’t help but smile a bit at your excited nature. That’s just how you were, naturally excited about your interests. He encouraged that, loving the way you seem to know so much about these types of things.

After a tour and explanations you so graciously provided, you ushered everyone to grab some dinner or snacks. You had some entertainment planned out, so you and Hobie let everyone decide what they wanted to do. It was a nice time, and you enjoyed your friend’s company.

But soon, they just got too rowdy for your liking. It was about a couple hours into get-together and Miles and Pavitr decided it would be a great idea to play some board and card games. Of course, the competitive nature led to some yelling between the teens.

You tapped out of the game a while ago, feeling an anxious nerve tapping at the back of your head. You hoped it was nothing. That you could continue enjoying your friend’s company.

Definitely not the case.

“Oh come on! I had it that round!” Miles groaned loudly, nudging Gwen. “I would have won!”

“But you didn’t! I remain the victor!” Pavitr declares loudly, collecting all the cards.

Hobie laughs lowly, finding amusement in the banter among the younger ones. It was nice hearing everyone just able to relax and not worry about their duties. Well, there was one person he hadn’t heard from in a minute.

The older turned to you, noticing the way you seemed to just be.. staring out. Your hands were messing with one another, and your leg was bouncing crazily. Your eyes were glassy, almost as if..

Oh. Oh no.

Subtly, Hobie scoots closer to you, minding himself to not touch you. “Doin’ okay, love?”

The words go into your head, you hear them. But it’s difficult to process. Were you okay? Was this okay? No, it wasn’t, but can you even say that? Should you tell him? Will you tell him? So many overwhelming questions.

“I-”

“Oh come on! You have to be cheating!”

A particularly loud yell from Miles causes you to flinch, head dropping to your knees. No, you weren’t okay. Not one bit. Tears sprang to your eyes quickly as your body rocks, hands harshly pushing against your ears.

This is when Hobie knew he had to spring into action. “Guys, c’mon, ‘s time t’ get goin’.”

Everyone looks up at Hobie, confused, with Gwen being first to speak up. “What? Hobie, we just got here?”

“‘m sorry, but you can come back ‘nother time. Please.” He requests, ushering everyone to stand up.

As Hobie tries to get everyone out and away, you’re off in your own world. Your head was spinning, all your sense coming at you at full force. Everything was crashing down on you, and you couldn’t stop it.

Once he managed to get everyone out, his feet were moving him to your shared room. He needed the essentials; your blanket, your headphones, and your phone. He’d get more once you asked, certainly. Rushing back to you, he kneels down, hands glued to his thighs.

“Hey swee’heart..” He says in a really quiet whisper, not wanting to upset you further. “‘m gonna put these on ya, okay? Jus’ real quick, then ‘m done.. I’ll be right over here for ya.”

He knew these types of things could be harmful, you told him that before. The last thing you wanted was to accidentally hurt him. But letting you know what he’s doing helped a small part of your brain, one trying to gain regulation.

Carefully, Hobie moves to put your headphones on your head, the noise from the outside world coming to a halt. He moves back after, hands in your view as he backs up. That’s how he shows that he’s away, letting you have your space.

Next, he mimics your position, drawing his knees to his chest. Hobie’s nervous, he couldn’t deny, but all he could do was sit and wait. You needed your space, and he would be here to help you with the aftermath.

And then he just.. waits.

Once the sound is blocked out, that’s one less worry on your mind. You focus next on the tears streaming down your face. Everything felt sore, your mind was hurting. That made you want to cry.

You bit your lip as you shake your hands, trying to get some sort of stability. You focus on the movement of your hand, watching the rings Hobie let you steal jangle together. No doubt they make a nice sound, Hobie probably hears it.

Your brain waves start to slow down, you can tell. Without the overwhelming sense, you start to feel at ease. Some thoughts are able to run through.

‘Breathe. Think. Safe.’

You try your hardest to repeat these words in your head, continuously stimming as the tears finally stop. Without the horrible feeling of crying, it’s somewhat easier to understand what’s happening. The loud sounds were gone. You were okay.

By the time you managed to gain more of yourself, your head was hurting badly. Glancing up, you notice the way Hobie was looking at you. He had a worried expression. He didn’t wear it often, but he was now. He was nervous for you.

He gives a small wave, gaining a small laugh from you as you wave back. Then, he holds out his hand, giving you the option to take it. He wants nothing more than to hold and comfort you, he wants to help make you feel secure.

You cautiously take his hand, allowing him to wrap his arms around you. This instantly made you melt in his embrace. Exhaustion was catching up with you.

But things could be okay now. You were alone with Hobie, someone you trusted immensely.

Hobie was relieved when you allowed yourself to be embraced by him. He felt better knowing he could give you this sense of comfort. It was better than being able to do nothing.

Gently, he kisses your forehead when he feels your body slumping. “Mhm.. rest, swee’heart.. ‘m here..”

He knew his words were blocked by your headphones, but he still whispered them anyways. Almost like assuring himself. Everything was okay. You were okay.

Hobie decided that tonight was a good night for a sleep on the floor. He grabs your blanket, putting it over both of your bodies while lying back. He lets you adjust your body so you can sleep comfortably with the headphones on, which happens to be on his side with hands intertwined.

He was comfortable. You were comfortable. And he could easily fall asleep knowing that you would wake up and hopefully feel as good as you did earlier that day.

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watermelon sugar, highhhh.

part two of the no strings attached series by @lilystyles

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authors note part two baby, enjoy! i hope you all like it i'm still a bit iffy about it! gif creds to original owner. BTW THANKS SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVE ON THE FIRST PART OF THIS SERIES KISSES TO U ALL I APPRECIATE ALL THE REBLOGS AND LIKES XX (i can't believe the amount of likes fr!)

brief description basically why harry wrote watermelon sugar high, in my head at least anyway. ;)))

warnings! mentions of sex and sexual themes, smut! (f! receiving, fingering) drug abuse (reader doesn't participate), and swearing. around 5k words :)

inexperienced!virgin!reader x high!fwb!harry

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It had been a few weeks since she last saw Harry. She had been avoiding the whole situation completely. If someone asked her she’d deny avoiding him. But whenever she shut her eyes all she saw was him, those green eyes. So he wasn’t forgotten.

Y/n was absolutely ruined that evening. After her long day of lectures, she was so overwhelmed this week and was not feeling her best. She felt like giving up and taking a nap. She had only just gotten home from uni and it was dark outside, she felt like she hadn’t stopped all week. So she was thankful it was a Friday because she didn’t know what she’d do if she had to get up tomorrow morning. She decided to take a long shower and wash the day off her skin and warm up. It had been a long cold and rainy day. She just wanted to get cosy and relax. Get out of this bra, these clothes.

When she got out of the shower smelling fresh and feeling warm, she decided to order Italian for dinner from the local place near her and have a quiet night in, she couldn’t be bothered to cook. 

The group had invited her out tonight but she was so tired she couldn’t be bothered. Anyway, Harry was going and she wasn’t ready to face him just yet. Things had been different ever since New Year’s. She felt different around him, and she didn’t know what that would mean for their friendship. She valued it so much and was worried she’d ruined it. She didn’t know what to do.

She called up the Italian place for dinner while scrolling through Netflix. She sighed, sadly. She felt so stupid right now.

She ordered enough food to fill up her rumbling stomach and pressed play on an all-time favourite comfort movie of hers. Notting Hill. God, she loved Hugh Grant. Harry used to make fun of how much she would watch this when they were roommates and honestly he wasn’t wrong. She watched it more than the average person, but was that such a crime?

She had gotten about a third of the way into the film when her phone buzzed on the table. She rarely got texts anymore, especially considering she only really talked to Daisy by text. She just called everyone else. She was expecting a drunk selfie from Daisy saying how sad she was sad that Y/n wasn’t there. But it wasn’t her.

NO CALLER ID

Y/n why didn’t you come out tonight? I miss you.

She was confused about who it could be. It had to be one of her mates. But seriously she had all their numbers. So who was this?

who is this?

The text was read instantly. Then three dots. Y/n’s heart weirdly began to race.

NO CALLER ID

It’s H. 

Obviously.

Who else are you texting at this hour, missy???

She giggled. He must be drunk, he was always like this when he was drunk. Even though she had been avoiding him; he was like a breath of fresh air. She had missed him. She now realised in the two years he had been away from her she had missed him, too much to let him go.

u drunk haz?

bc u sound drunk.

The text was again read instantly.

NO CALLER ID

I’m not drunk! How dare you!1!!!1

i don’t believe you harold.

NO CALLER ID

:((((((

Y/nnnnnnnnnn

why you sad?

NO CALLER ID

I want you.

what does that mean H?

Read. Then suddenly the replies stopped. Y/n felt stupid all over again but after ten minutes of checking, she put her phone down and tried to focus on the film. She was kind of worried though, was he okay? 

Thoughts of him disappeared as the food arrived. 

She ate slowly and sluggishly while Notting Hill continued to play. It was now up to the bit where naked photos of her had just been realised and she came rushing to Hugh Grant’s aid. She liked this part, it was so intimate and romantic. 

Her tiredness got the best of her though, her full belly and the warmth that her fireplace gave her sent her right off to dreamland. Notting Hill continued to play while she curled up under her old knitted blanket. Soft snores escaped her mouth as the fire crackled.

When she woke up it was probably around two am. She was startled and in the dark, Notting Hill was over, the fire had turned to coals, and the rain had turned to thunder. There was a banging at the door. She thought in her fuzzy mind it might be Daisy or even Miss Jones from next door who was an old lady that always thought Y/n was being loud. She sighed walking over to the door and opening it. Rubbing her eyes. Preparing for either a drunk best mate or an angry old woman.

It was neither of the people she expected. Sleep was still with her, eyes squinted and sore, and her voice was gravelly and quiet when she spoke. 

“Harry?”

He was smirking, of course, dimples and all. Eyes all hooded and sultry, he looked edible like this.

His hair was wet but his clothes were dry except for the tops of his shoulders. He was in a 70s ensemble. This orangey red shaded v-neck jumper was on his chest, some dark wash vintage flares on his legs, and some old white boots. His eyes were red and he was obviously under the influence. Of what? Well, she’d soon find out.

“Can I come in?” He asked. She nodded stepping out of the way. Even though things were different the love for him was still there, she’d have let him in her door no matter what, and she would always be at his beck and call. That’s what scared her. 

“Cute shorts.” He said touching her hip, Y/n blushed up at him. 

They were these old bunny print ones that were too small but she refused to throw them out. She was wearing the bunny slippers that matched too and some shirt that she actually thinks was Harry’s back from when they were roommates. It was navy and so worn it had faded.

He stepped inside. She could smell the potent scent of weed and his cologne. “I’m not going to lie, I’ve ‘ad some spliffs tonight. But I wanted to see you regardless. This just sorta’ happened, y’know how James and I get when we are together.”

Y/n did know. The number of times she’d have to help him get to bed way back when.

“Haz darling, I’m going to go home,” Y/n said softly. He was sat on the couch, high as a kite. 

“What? Why?” He sat up now. Hand reaching hers. 

She smiled. “Not really in the mood tonight, Haz. That’s okay though. Stay, have fun with James. Be safe, yeah?”

He stood up, all wobbly. She helped him steady himself. “Don’t go. Please?”

He got really affectionate and soft when he was high. She’d noticed that. Drunk Harry was all loud laughs and chaos. This scintillating star. High Harry was mellow and touchy. Like a teddy bear.

“‘M tired though, H.”

He grabbed his coat from the couch. “Then I’ll come too.”

She sighed pouting softly. “Not trying to ruin your fun, I know how you and James are.”

“You aren’t. Promise. Take me home please.” He said grabbing her hand. She smiled up at him. 

“Okay.”

“I love you, you know.” He said resting his head on her hair. “Y’one of m’best friends.”

“I love you too, Harry. Always.”

“Okay.” She said softly and he followed her to the couch, which was still warm from her sleeping body.

He put a hand on her thigh it was warm and soft to his touch, and he stroked it to calm them both. There was a nervous energy in the room, which was rare for them. It had always been calm and tranquil when they were together.

“Sorry for waking y’up.” He said, genuinely seeming apologetic.

“It’s alright, Haz. What’s up?” She had a feeling about what he’d say next.

He sighed. “I know we said we’d forget it, but I can’t. I really can’t.”

“It was supposed to be no strings attached…” Y/n said quietly. Because she thought that’s what he wanted.

He looked over. “I know. That’s why I came here.”

“What do you mean?”

He looked down at his hands nervously. “I wanted to talk to you about the whole one-night-only thing.”

“Go on….” She turned her body to face him, eyes glued to his handsome face.

“I want to be with you like that again. I want more than just that night Y/n. It's driving me mad. I want you so fucking bad.” He said waiting for a response, nervous.

She could tell he was high, but she could also tell he was telling the truth. He didn’t tend to lie when he was high. “Like friends with benefits?”

“Yeah sure….only if you want to though. I got the impression that you regretted the other night, but if there’s even the slightest chance you might want this. I need to know. If you don’t, well, at least I’ll know. It’s the not knowing that’s making me crazy, Love.”

She put her hand on top of his giving it a squeeze. “I don’t regret it, H. How could I regret you? I just- I don’t know how I’m supposed to be around you now.”

He laughed a short laugh leaning into her side. “Just be yourself Y/n.”

“Easier said than done.”

He just shook his head at her. 

“It’s a deal.”

Harry’s head snapped over, eyes wide and heart pounding so loud he could hear it in his ears. “What?”

She laughed, throwing her head back. “I want to. I really do, but you know we can’t do anything tonight, right?”

His smile quickly turned into a big pout. Hair falling over his eyes. “What? Why?”

“You are unbelievably high. Look at those pupils!” She jested hands resting on his cheeks as she looked into his eyes. There was hardly any green left in them.

“They always get like that when I’m with you.” He leaned closer to show her them. The green had been swallowed by black, his long eyelashes fluttering. His eyelids had gone all swollen from smoking. 

She rolled her eyes at him pushing his head gently away. “Shut up. You really are terribly charming. It’s annoying Harold, you know that?”

“Why’s that?” He smiled hands rubbing her thighs. Her soft plump skin was soothing to play with. His hands were calloused but still soft against her.

“I feel like one of your fangirls. Seriously. Speaking of which, we better keep this a secret shouldn’t we?” She put her legs to rest on his lap. His hand stroked her shin gently, relaxing into the couch. He leaned back against the couch, feeling calm.

He cocked his head. “Why?”

“You’re a rockstar. I’m just some random from Holmes Chapel. I reckon your fans will go crazy.”

He frowned. “They know who you are already but just for our privacy, I think so. It’s hard being under the spotlight. I don’t want your privacy taken from you just because of me. People who I’m seeing or any girl really get a lot of hate, I don’t want that to happen to you.”

She nodded, letting silence fill the space.

“Can I eat you out now?” He said abruptly. 

She laughed in shock her face turning bright red as she laughed loudly. “No.”

He pouted like a little kid throwing a tantrum. “I just wanna taste you.”

He knew how to get her all riled up. She hated it, he really was good at everything he did. Proving all previous fantasies to be correct.

“Harry, we can’t. It’d be taking advantage.” She replied, knowing she wanted him more than anything right now.

“Of who? Me? It doesn’t matter how sober, drunk, or high I am Y/n ’m still gonna’ want to eat yeh' out so bad.”

She laughed shyly getting up. She had never been so openly wanted, he made her feel sexy. It was a strange feeling because her whole life she had been told she was anything but. Especially because she'd gone this long being a virgin. “Let’s just sleep. Maybe when your sober, okay?”

He pouted again, grabbing her extended hand as she helped him find her room. His arms wrapped around her shoulders across her chest as he followed, feet heavy on the rug.

Her bedroom was chilly when they stepped inside. He clung to her for a moment his nose brushing against her neck, lips grazing her skin. “S’cold in here.”

“Yeah.” She replied, feeling goosebumps arise. She didn’t know if it was the cold or Harry who made her feel that way. 

He began to take off his clothes until he was just in boxers she was gonna offer him some clothes but he didn’t seem to care about being naked near her.

She stared at the art that was his body. She hadn’t had much chance to ogle him when they were together last. She noticed the new tattoos, itching to touch them, and ask about them but she refrained.

The tanned skin and rippling muscles, the whisps of hair on his chest, the snail trail on his navel. He was just fucking gorgeous.

“You're staring.” He said. She chose to ignore him, which only made him laugh at her.

She lifted the blankets for him. They were different sheets from last time. These were pink and Harry recognised them from when they were roommates. 

“In you get.”

He jumped in childishly and she joined him. 

Her window was slightly ajar so they could hear the rain bucketing down, it was loud but peaceful. He curled into her back. His hand slid onto her stomach underneath her shirt as he pressed her closer to him, soaking up her warmth.

“G’night, love.”

“Night Harry. Sweet dreams.” She replied.

He kissed her neck. “Trust me, they will be very sweet.” 

Harry was an early riser, he always had been. He loved the mornings. Even when they were roommates and he’d been out partying he’d still get up earlier than Y/n. She on the other hand hated mornings, she always got so grumpy and if he could he avoided waking her up at all costs. 

Even after his late night yesterday, he was still the first up of them both. It was around half past six, and the rain was still heavy and coming down. He sighed peacefully, Y/n was still curled up at his side soft breaths escaping her mouth. She looked so peaceful in his arms.

They’d barely moved all night, the last thing he remembered was her by his side tracing his tattoos with her fingers. Her leg was thrown over his hips and her arms were still clinging to his body. He could stay like this forever. He was kind of foggy after last night, he’d forgotten he’d come all the way over here, but it was a pleasant surprise to have her there next to him.

She moved quite a bit in her sleep, he’d always known that about her. She began to squirm a bit shifting her hips against his side, thigh rubbing over his boxers. “Mm.” She groaned, and he watched her to see if she was awake. But nothing. 

She kept wriggling against him, and against his own will, he felt his boxers grow tighter. He sighed, holding in a laugh at the thought of last night. It’s honestly the only thing that had been on his mind for days, which probably made him sound like a horny old bastard, but he’d never felt like that before except with Y/n. All she’d done was give him a blowjob and he’d had enough of those to know how it goes.

He’d even started a song about this feeling. It was in the works, but he had to laugh at himself. It was about the female orgasm. Or as he called it “the sweetness in life.” He really couldn’t help but let his mind wander to the idea once again. 

His tongue, her. How perfect would it be? Like art being made.

He felt her start to make more noise beside him, pulling him out of his filthy thoughts. 

“H?” She whispered groggily, voice hoarse. 

He looked down. “Hi, petal.”

She rumbled a groan, stretching her arms out her shirt riding up revealing her tummy. “What time is it?” He reminded her of a cat, all stretched out like that.

“I dunno, early though. Probably sixish.” He replied, hand rubbing her back. “How’d you sleep?”

“I can’t focus on what you just said when your dicks hard sticking into me,” She teased, “Can you start again?”

He laughed cheeks going a bit pink. “Sorry, I would’ve moved you but you are not the happiest in the mornings, I wanted to keep my head from being bitten off.”

She rolled her eyes ignoring that comment. “How long have you been awake?”

“A little while.” His eyes hadn’t moved off her face the entire time. 

“How’d you sleep?”

He pulled her closer, one hand on her lower back and the other on her thigh. She could really feel him now. It made this whole thing seem real. This was the first time they’d been like this when they were sober. Her confidence felt smaller and weaker. The tequila was what gave her the courage to get with him in the first place. 

“Perfectly.”

She just nodded trying not to focus on his achingly hard cock sticking into her. The feel of him already had her giddy. “Good. Can I make you a tea or coffee? You hungry?”

She was about to get up but he grabbed her. “‘M ravenous,”

She innocently started to list off what she had for food in her flat. “Well I have some toast, I can make pancakes, and I have cheerios—”

“You’re so cute, Y/n.”

She cocked her head. “Uh- Thanks?”

He kissed her hairline, “I haven’t forgotten our conversation from last night. Have you?”

She blushed, finally realising what he was insinuating. “No. How could I forget that?”

“Can I kiss you?”

She nodded, moving her face close to his, and their noses brushed softly.

As he leaned forward she could feel his warm breath on her face. He pecked her lips softly at first pulling back to kiss her nose too, then one of her rosy cheeks. Before finally placing his lips on hers firmer this time. It was deep and slow, with no urgency in it. He wanted to take his time and enjoy waking up with such an opportunity in front of him. 

He wanted her like this every morning. 

Y/n knew she’d never had a boyfriend let alone a friends-with-benefits before this. The most she’d done is kiss a few dates or strangers in a bar. But for some reason, she felt this was rather intimate for two people who claimed to be just friends who have just sex.

What drew the line between friends who are fucking and people dating? Is the fact they slept together and cuddled up all night something more than friends do? Or is it all part of this whole deal they had, did that just come with it? She had no idea, and she wondered if Harry was like this with everyone he slept with casually. She had to admit sometimes she got sad when she saw how he made everyone feel special. It made her feel just like any other girl he’d been with. When he was far from anything she’d ever experienced and honestly she’d probably compare every other boy to him after this.

That’s what scared her. 

And then of course she thought that if she wasn’t so inexperienced maybe she’d be calmer about the whole casual thing. But Y/n didn’t do casual. She was all or nothing. But if Harry wanted casual she’d do it. She’d do more for him than she cared to admit.

The kiss grew fierier and that felt more like the first time they were together — it was all tongues and teeth. He began to roll on top of her, pressing his hard cock against her and her yearning for him grew even stronger. She honestly thought herself pathetic for how wet he made her, they’d done practically nothing and already her heart was beating fast, her chest heaving against his.

His hands slid up under her shirt massaging her tits gently, as he began to kiss her neck. The hickey he’d left last had faded now which gave him the motivation to do another and who was she to tell him no? Her hands were in his hair massaging him as she sighed contently. Letting out moans every few seconds from the pleasure his touch brought.

How did he already know her body so well? It was like he could read her mind. And yet every move he made seemed so effortless. 

“Take it off.” Y/n sighed gesturing to her shirt. Harry didn’t need to be told twice, he ripped it off and throwing somewhere neither cared to look as his mouth roamed along the peaks of her tits, nipples suddenly hard. Her back arched up to his hot, wet mouth.

His tongue swiped along them and Y/n whined needily, her hands now on his shoulders as her hips bucked up. He sucked just below one of them, leaving a mark Y/n knew she’d touch whenever she thought of him after this. His hands were on her waist fiddling with the waistband of her very small shorts. He kissed down her stomach and on her hip tattoo. 

“When’d ya’ get this lil’ number?” He asked, moving the shorts to reveal a small yet noticeable tattoo. It was a little moth kind of similar to the one on Harry but smaller. 

“I got it with Daisy on a whim one night. I actually used you as inspiration. I didn’t know what else to get. I’ve always loved your tattoos.”

His heart swelled and he kissed it. “It’s sexy.” She smiled, face all pink, eyes soft. 

“Can I touch you, Harry?”

He shook his head and she frowned confused. “Why not?”

“Because I want this to be about you.” He replied. 

She pouted at him reaching for his hand. 

“Don’t give me that, be good f’me and let me make y’feel good Petal.” He said tapping it away.

“Okay, I’ll be good.”

He said. “Atta girl.” 

She felt her stomach twist in want. “You can take those off too.”

So he did. He had an inkling she hadn’t any undies under there and his theory was proven correct. 

“Sorry I didn’t shave, I didn’t know this would happen.” He looked up at her, his fingertips gliding up her inner thigh. 

“Don’t be silly, Y/n.”

Harry constantly raised her standards every second. 

“Don’t boys get repulsed by hair?” She asked. 

He laughed staring right at her dripping hole, his eyes looked hungry, lips slightly parted. “Yeah exactly, boys. Not real men. I firmly believe men who care don’t actually like pussy. I love pussy, what’s a little hair anyway?”

“I guess m’ just nervous, H.” She replied, looking away. 

He stopped, hands freezing. “D’ya want me to stop?”

Her hands moved from her stomach to his cheeks, stubble grazing her hands. “No,” She said faster than she had wanted to, which actually made him smirk. “I just- What if I do it wrong?”

“How can you do anything wrong? You just have to let me take care of you. Relax, Love. It’s just me.”

“Just Harry,” She confirmed and he kissed her thigh. She felt the stubble graze her and felt her pussy throb deeply. She was yearning for him. 

“Tell me if y’want me to stop, okay?” 

She nodded. “I will.”

He lifted her legs up placing them on his muscular shoulders, pulling her close by her hips. Every single touch and movement of his was teasing and getting her so worked up she was about ready to beg him for it. His breath was making her squirm against his face when he finally decided to kiss her puffy clit which was swollen in arousal. She was taken back to New Year’s when she kissed the tip of his throbbing dick. All pink and slick.

She let out a heavy breath shutting her eyes. One of his hands found hers and she held it, stroking her thumb over his knuckles in encouragement because she was worried her voice would be too shaky. Without further hesitation, his warm tongue lapped up all the wetness dripping down her pretty pussy. 

She whimpered. Was it supposed to feel this good?

He started to suck on her clit, lapping it up over and over. The noise of what he was doing to her was pure filth. Her hand was in his hair tugging at it as she cried out. She tried to stop her hips from squirming but it felt so good. 

“Fuck, Harry.” She said letting out a shakey breath when his tongue started licking her wet hole. 

She gave his hair a particular rough tug and he grunted against her. The vibrations made her whine.

She felt his free hand move against her pussy fingertips tracing up his spit and her slick. Before he began to tease her some more. The tip of his middle finger slid in ever so slightly, her hips leaning into the touch before he pulled away again. He was still harshly sucking her clit, and Y/n couldn’t help but whimper. 

“Harry, please.”

He looked up at her from his position. His eyes met hers as he greedily lapped her up. His finger went in slightly further reaching halfway before he pulled away again. She threw her head back in defeat. He wanted her to beg. 

“Please, H. I want you so bad.” She said, shutting her eyes. 

She felt him pull back for a brief second. “These kinds of things can’t be rushed, Babe.”

She sighed, he was taking his time with her, enjoying every sound that came from her swollen lips. The noise of her slick, dripping pussy against his mouth. The sweet tangy taste of her. Those hands of hers that ran through his hair and tugged when he did something particularly good. He was going to make sure she was satisfied.

He went straight back to it. This time his finger went all the way, knuckle deep, as he grazed that spot that made her scream. He heard her whisper, “Fucking hell.”

He pulled his finger out again. His tongue and lips still working hard against her puffy sensitive clit. She couldn’t contain her moans. They turned on Harry so much that every few seconds he found himself humping against the bed for some relief. 

Her hips bucked up, her thighs squeezing his head unintentionally. He made her so riled up she could barely control her body. Her legs were already shaking from the pleasure. 

When his finger slipped in the next time it stayed. She sighed contently as he began to thrust against her walls that tightened around him every few seconds. His rhythm wasn’t fast or sloppy it was slow but hard. A steady rhythm. They curled inside her and each time he hit that spongey spot and sucked her clit just right her eyes rolled back in her head. 

“Harry,” She begin to chant like a mantra over and over which only egged him on more and more.

She could feel her stomach begin to tighten, and her hands came up to play with her tits. Kneading them and pinching her nipples. The wave of her orgasm snuck up on her, her back arching and her hands finding Harry’s free hand on her thigh to squeeze in a warning.

“Fuck! I’m cumming!” She cried out. 

Harry felt her clench like a vice on his fingers as she got wetter and wetter. He felt it drip down his wrist as she whimpered. Her thighs clenched against his wrist as she writhed uncontrollably beneath him. His tongue and finger didn’t stop though. He looked up through hooded eyes at her gorgeous face. 

Her hair was fanned out above her head, tossed back, mouth agape in an o shape, and her cheeks were all flushed and pink. Her eyes rolled back as she screamed out. “Ah! Fuck!”

When she started to come down from the peak of her orgasm Harry continued helping her ride it out. She thought he would stop, she was so whimpery and sensitive.

“Got another one in ya’?” He asked, looking up. 

“Maybe.”

That was enough for him to keep going. He slipped another finger inside her, he started speeding up now. 

“Look at you, so good f’me.” He said, his voice all gravelly.

She whimpered pathetically, squirming. Already feeling a building in her stomach.

“All spread out, ruined, taking me like a good girl. Such a good girl.” Y/n clenched against his fingers at that comment.

“Jesus, Harry. You’ll be, ah, the death of me.” She replied. 

He just laughed at her. Starting to speed up his thrusts.

Y/n let her eyes flutter shut as she felt her second orgasm start to wash over her and she sighed. This time it felt even more intense than the first, her toes curled and her hands gripped the sheets. She felt a wild deep sensation inside her. “Oh, god. ‘M cumming.”

It washed through her entire body, pure pleasure overcoming her. When she opened her eyes she saw these black spots, her hearing stopped for a second and she let out a loud mewling carnal whimper. Harry was mesmerised by the sight in front of him. If he could he would do this all day.

When her body went limp he slowly pulled his fingers out and she suddenly felt so empty. 

“You okay?” He asked softly.

She opened her eyes, naked chest heaving. “Your…tongue…fuck.”

He giggled. 

“Kiss me, please.”

He placed a peck on her lips, brushing some hair from her face. 

“Thank you.” She whispered, fingers brushing his jaw. 

“No, thank you, Y/n. Been dyin’ to do that for weeks.”

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Can I request a Yellowjackets Shauna Shipman [ 1996] x Fem!Reader. So Shauna is really in love with the reader (the reader is on the soccer team) and has been for years (years as in since freshman year) they get together at the party before they leave and crash together?

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warnings: technically underage drinking (18), kissing, tiny bit of angst but it’s mostly fluff i think

kiss — shauna shipman

Friends. That’s what you and Shauna promised each other in Ms. Thompson’s math class, second week of freshman year. You were one of the first friends she’d ever truly made in high school that wasn’t through Jackie.

Although Jackie was her best friend, you were different. Much different.

She didn’t know it until you both ended up ditching the team after a tournament to get ice cream. She was hit with the realization that she wants to hold your hand for the rest of your lives, and with this, her entire world practically came crashing down. Her love had grown so strong—she couldn’t pinpoint when it started.

She’d been holding it in for a long time since then.

The air is buzzing the night of the party. It’s a celebration for the team, a way to let loose before nationals, but everybody is on edge because of the injury that Allie sustained. But you’re still a whirlwind of energy amongst all the stress, even if you’re not drunk like the others. You manage to put a smile on everyone’s face despite it all, one of the things that made her fall in love with you.

Shauna toys with the material of her dress. The one she wore just for you, the one that Jackie asked: “who are you wearing that for?” To which she stayed silent, a whisper of your name in her mind but unable to say it aloud in fear that if she does, it will all go wrong.

Yet, she’s warmed by the jacket you’d given at the beginning of the night, and she can’t help but fantasize a future where she’s allowed to love you.

The alcohol makes its way through her system as the sky gets darker and the party gets wilder.

She doesn’t know you’ve been watching her from afar since it started. Why are you avoiding me? You stop yourself from asking that, in fear that she’ll say it’s because she noticed the way you watch her with eyes that one of your friends described as lovesick.

You crush the red solo cup in your hand, throwing it in a bin before finally getting the courage to pull Shauna away from Jackie and some boys, a stone of jealousy forming at the pit of your stomach.

Shauna feels a familiar tug on her sleeve. It’s always the way you get her attention, and she has memorized the force of your pull—light as a feather, but she gravitates toward you like a moon in orbit—attached but at a distance.

Your grins mirror each other as you hover on the outskirts of the party, her leaning against a tree and you standing inches away, facing her. The warmth between you isn’t lost on her, actually, it’s all she can think about.

“Are you drunk?” She whispers with a playfulness you’ve always adored.

“No,” you shake your head, and you end up giggling.

You stumble a little bit, trying to steady yourself. She holds out an arm to hold your waist and you hope to god she keeps it there forever.

“Sure, sure.”

“You know I don’t drink, Shipman.” And you respond to her touch by putting a hand on her shoulder, and you feel her lean into your touch. “Are you drunk?” You whisper ever so gently.

Her senses are overwhelmed by you and you alone. The way you warm beneath her hand, the scent of your shampoo, your figure leaning slightly into her.

And she does the one thing that she’s held back for as long as she can remember.

A kiss.

One that you reciprocate out of instinct, hand moving to her neck, sweeping her hair out of the way.

She almost smiles until you pull back abruptly, the soft kiss still lingering on her lips as she tries to chase yours but you hold her back.

“Wait, Shauna—“ Your brows furrow, and she realizes that she just made a mistake. “Wait.” You can feel her itching to leave, but you’re stubborn and you won’t let her go. (Her world is crashing a second time as you speak.)

She notices your shallow breathing before you begin again.

“You’re—“ you seem dazed, shocked. “You’re drunk. Aren’t you?”

Your face is inches away from hers and you want to go back but it would feel wrong knowing her inebriated state.

“I had one beer. You?”

“Me too.”

“Then why couldn’t you stand?”

You come closer, stopping only an inch away and she can feel your breath on her lips again.

“Would it be too cheesy if I said that’s what you just do to me?” You laugh lightly.

She can’t help but grin wide. “Yes,” She puts both arms around your waist, hugging you closer. She doesn’t care who sees. “But you do that to me, too. I’m just better at hiding it.”

It’s you who kisses her this time.

You both decide to keep the relationship a secret, at least for a little while. The plane is noisy with the team unable to sit still because of excitement, but Shauna is fidgeting in the seat next to you and you know why.

“Hey,” you say, grabbing her hand and intertwining yours with it. “We’ll be okay, alright?”

She nods, gulping. She’s too distracted to see you looking around to see if anyone’s watching, and you catch her off guard with a peck on her lips.

Her eyes widen, “Somebody could have seen that!” She whispers, but her eyes crinkle as she flashes you a juvenile grin.

Her world crashes a third time, hours later when the plane does. But at least you’re there to hold her hand.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #shauna shipman #shauna shipman x reader #shauna shipman fluff #shauna sadecki #sophie nelisse

[tinkerleaf]

HII I REALLY LOVE THE WAY U WRITE ITS SO COMFORTING SMH

and since ur request are open id like to ask going to prom but whit fyodor this time

ofc feel totally free to ignore no pressure :D

have a nice day or night <33

Prom with Fyodor!

Thank you so much!! I'm so glad you're here! This one is a little short, and I apologize in advance. These are kind of based on my experiences with my southern senior proms lol. I hope you like it! I will be writing more for fyodor soon I just haven't gotten to him yet. Words: 477 Genre: fluff Warnings: none Pairing: fyodor/reader Tags: @estelera11891

Fyodor wasn’t one for large crowds or blaring lights, but for you, he would do anything. He wore small earplugs hidden under his hair so he wouldn’t get overwhelmed with the loud music. He kept you close to him, a possessive hold making it clear to everyone who your date was. He never went to Prom, so he didn’t know how these things were supposed to go. This was completely new to him.

“Why are they playing the most random genres of music?” he asked after hearing slow country immediately after Beyonce.

You smiled, “It’s really just a mix of popular songs from this year.”

He couldn’t stand the music. He thought this event would be more like a gala, so you could imagine his surprise once inside. He didn’t know how to dance the way you normally would at a high school prom. The whole hands-on-the-shoulders thing most people did was weird to him.

He definitely believed you two were the best dressed at the venue, and whispered little remarks in your ear regarding others’ fashion choices. “I’ve never seen such a suit so loud…”

Laughter erupted from you, “That’s pretty tame compared to what I saw last year.”

“You have a pretty smile.” His eyes stared deeply into yours, his thumb gliding across your bottom lip.

When the two of you are sat out on the patio, he has an arm around your waist. He loves to talk when prompted, and your friends loved every bit of his thick accent. Anyone could get mesmerized by his soothing voice. You could listen to him for hours.

He liked getting to know your friends. Meeting the people you hung out with meant a lot to him, mainly because he wanted to ensure that you were around safe people. Listening to you interact with them was entertaining, even if there were things he didn’t quite understand.

Towards the end of the night, he wanted to do more for you. Prom seemed like such a drag compared to the other events he’d attended, so he took you for a late dinner by the ocean. There was no one else around, aside from the few violinists. This was more his pace, and he hoped it was good for you as well.

“Why don’t we dance, myshka?” He stood up and held a hand out to you.

You nodded.

“As much as I love to show you off, there’s nothing I love more than to have you like this. All to myself.” His hands moved across your body as you moved with him. His touch is so gentle when he places a kiss on your cheek. You melt into him.

Normally, you would find this stuff to be tacky, but not with Fyodor. He knows how to treat you with class, making you feel like the only one in the world.

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[l0vem41l]

Forgive me if I disturb you, but if your requests are open can I have a romantic Glamrock Freddy x Animatronic Cat reader who's really shy and insecure about themselves?

skittish

「 tws + notes: no tws, SUPER unedited, animatronic cat reader, i love making stuff up thatz Not In Canon, writer is bad at animatronic reader writing (my bad), cat animatronic reader has cat-like behaviour becuz i Said So 」

「 gn!reader, romantic relationship <3 」

↳ ft. glamrock freddy (other glamrocks, the dca + vanessa mentioned)

author's note: no ur not disturbing me at all!!! ^_^ my fnaf reqs are were open!! :3 i don't typically write for animatronic reader so i hope i did this ok!! i'm so sorry if this was a little slow!! but tysm 4 ur patience! i hope u enjoy o(*￣▽￣*)ブ <3

▸ a new animatronic at the plex meant a new companion! a new opportunity for friendship! at least, that’s what freddy initially expected. every attempt to greet you was met with you fleeing, every friendly wave met with awkward silence as you quickly averted your eyes and pretended not to see— and conversations were nonstarters.

he started to get nervous that you didn’t like him. which was a very rare experience for freddy.

▸ he asks vanessa all abt you. what were you built for? were you a new glamrock? why did you not like him? :(

“officer vanessa! i was looking for you! if i may ask—” freddy’s sentence was cut off with an exasperated sigh from the overworked security officer, barely through her shift and already done with everything. she jus like me fr.

“if it’s about that cat you keep asking about, upper management barely gave me any information. i’ve told you what i know,” vanessa rubs the bridge of her nose, reciting the info she had already told freddy possibly a thousand times, “the new animatronic is under beta testing, currently coded to not be overly social in case people get attached, and probably not going to stay very long.”

his ear twitches at the last part.

“i… i see.” freddy nods thoughtfully, thanking vanessa politely, which she dismisses with a small shrug before walking off.

he doesn’t notice you around the corner, quick to leave the scene before your presence could be discovered.

▸ skittish. that is his first impression of you. your first interaction is nothing more than him grinning at you and greeting you with a “hello!”

this seems to startle you. he expects you to make your escape immediately, as per usual— but to his surprise, you manage to muster up the tiniest “hi” before leaving.

he’s giddy about the exchange all week. the others never hear him shut up about you, freddy always gushing about the progress he made with you.

monty considers decommissioning him over this /j

▸ while vanessa had informed him of the fact you were not particularly socially inclined for the sake of beta testing, freddy began to question if that was the truth. in a few weeks time, with plenty of attempts made to speak to you and the utmost amount of patient, you grow close to freddy.

one day, you express a distaste for the limelight. something about the amount of eyes being on you frightening you, he recalls. and he’s certainly never felt that way— made for the spotlight, made to perform— freddy has a hard time conceptualizing what that might be like. and while he may never understand, he’s determined to help 

▸ no, he won’t force you to be friends with everyone at the pizzaplex and frankly doesn’t think that’s a good idea— but he certainly tries to encourage you to talk to the others who are just as curious about you as he was

freddy can’t help but be worried though. what if chica overwhelms you with her chattiness? what if roxy intimidates you too much? what if monty scares you away? what if sun and moon— well… the daycare attendant is a whole other thing in itself.

so, yes, while wanting you to speak to others and interact, he can’t help but be just the tiniest bit protective. freddy really  doesn’t mean to hover. but yes, he looks out for you always. can’t have any of his hard work be undone! not after he spent so long trying to get you out of your shell.

▸ this ends up in you two developing a system when first meeting the others. freddy accompanies you, holding your paw in his. every so often in the conversation, he squeezes it gently to ask if you’re okay.

one squeeze back for yes, two for no.

this is especially helpful when you get overwhelmed or anxious midway through a conversation and have no idea how to end it. he’ll simply make an excuse and find a quiet place for the two of you to calm down. he’ll always tell you he’s proud of your progress at the end of meeting someone new. slowly but surely, freddy sees you grow into yourself more— and he’s just delighted :))

▸ he’s quick to reassure whenever you’re insecure, earnest as ever. when you grow comfortable enough around him, freddy likes to hold your hand when speaking to you. a very good listener, and an insanely good pep talker.

▸ freddy is busy almost constantly, but he chooses to spend his free time with you!!!!! you contemplate with him what you life will be like after your beta testing stage.

he tries not to think too hard about it. to him, you’re here to stay. you have to be! he’d miss the way you absentmindedly paw at things when your bored, the way your voice box emulates a purr when you’re content, the way your yawn was stupidly cute— annndd yes fine, whatever, he was getting attached.

your shyness may have been coded as a feature to keep people away, to deter any potential attachment before a finalization of your launch in the pizzaplex— but it never deterred freddy. It just drew him in closer. and how special he felt, getting to know you.

-

“i don’t think i’m built to be a glamrock,” you say suddenly, breaking the silence as freddy organizes his room. the gifts from fans are arranged purposefully by him, each one placed with utmost care. you're sitting at the edge of his couch, kneading into a throw pillow absentmindedly as he decorates.

“and what makes you say that?” he questions, gaze focused on putting up a drawing done by a young child, depicting him in an array of messy lines of marker. he straightens it out and places it on the wall, taping it down before giving it a little satisfied pat.

“i’m just not as good as you guys. you’re all total rockstars and i’m just… useless.” you trail off awkwardly, averting your eyes from him. “my consciousness could be programmed into a staff bot and i’d still manage to be lousy.”

he looks at you. a beat of silence before he speaks again.

freddy’s voice is soft. “you’re perfect, superstar. you could be a glamrock. you could be anything.”

you glance up and him. he knows you don’t believe him.

“you have a place here.” he reassures.

“yeah? where?” you challenge.

“with me!” freddy’s response is quick, ears wiggling happily as he declares it— it takes him a moment to process what words just came out of his mouth.

“...and chica, and roxy, and monty— the rest. you’re one of us, now.” he tacks the last part on quickly, feeling bashful.

still, you smile, feeling slightly flustered yourself. “you think so?”

“i’m certain.”

▸ freddy loves you. in all your skittish, awkward, shy glory— he loves you.

naturally, he’s ecstatic to receive the announcement you’re there to stay! he can’t wait to see how you grow into yourself, and of course— he’ll always extend a helping paw when you need him.

— reblogs always appreciated!

#fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #glamrock freddy #five nights at freddy's #glamrock freddy x reader #glamrock freddy headcanons #fnaf sb headcanons #fnaf security breach headcanons #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's security breach #i don't know how to tag anymore #animatronic reader

[nexusnyx]

hiii, can u do a shuri x reader? where the reader is depressed or going through a hard time but refuses to tell shuri because of her being queen and protecting Wakanda, until shuri notices.

i'm always a fan of something fluffy and comforting, so i hope you enjoy this. thanks for the prompt <3 | shuri udaku x gn!reader ; WC: 1.3k

Out of all the things that could have tipped her off, it's the banana candy that does it.

Later, Shuri scolds herself for missing all the other tale signs, but ends up accepting that life as Queen comes with that territory—sight overwhelmed by problems that go way beyond the circle that surrounds her as well as her own.

But the thing is—you never refused banana candy. It reminded you of your grandmother, brought you comfort, and ended any slump you felt. Banana candy was by far one of your favorite things on the planet, sans her.

So when you say no to it, Shuri's vision tunnels and all she sees is you.

"Griot, cancel my meetings for today." There is the start of an argument from her AI that is dismissed with a wave of her hand. "What did you just say?" Shuri asks you.

"I said—wait. Why did you cancel your meetings?"

"Love."

How could you ask that?

Now that Shuri stopped putting on her accessories, she takes a good look at you and sees what she probably missed for the past weeks. Maybe longer.

She feels a little sick.

"What's going on?" Shuri kneels on the bed and starts walking your way.

"Nothing's going on," the way you put on a smile paints a much clearer picture of all the pieces she's missing. You place it there as if Shuri is unable to tell the difference between a real smile of yours and your diplomacy. When one of your hands reaches up to pat her cheek, Shuri wants to cry a little bit. "Why would you say that?"

"Because I know you."

It might be the direct way of her speech, but it cracks on the false happiness you're stamping.

You try to shake it away by looking away from her. "I just don't feel like it."

"You don't feel like having fried bananas for breakfast?" Shuri sits down on the bed and wraps both her arms around your waist, pulling you close to her chest. "Really? Because I've known you for five years, and in these five years, you've never said no to that offer."

"I must've said no sometimes," you wonder.

"Nope." She would remember. Shuri might be balancing enough things to feel like a juggler, but the things cataloged in her mind as Y/n Things are always up to date. Or so she thought. "I would remember."

The silence that follows digs a little hole in her chest.

Then, Shuri feels you snuggling against her body. "You shouldn't have canceled your whole day, Shuri," you whisper.

Eyes still cast forward. Voice small.

"Baby." Shuri waits for your eyes on her, but when they don't come, she uses her strength. "Hey, let me tell you a secret."

Picking you up by your arms to maneuver your legs on either side of her is effortless. As always, you go willingly.

"Are you paying close attention?" her voice drops to a whisper.

In a blink, your whole focus is hers. Shuri waits for your little nod. First, you adjust your hips, making yourself comfortable on her. There's something intoxicating about the touch of your skin early in the morning—Shuri still bites her tongue at the tiny details she notices and missed all of these days, so busy with things that are nothing in comparison to what sits on her lap right now.

With your arms laid comfortably on her shoulders, you nod.

Shuri nods back. "When I first took the herb, I told everyone I didn't see anyone in the Spirit Realm."

The words drape the whole room in a thick, velvety blanket.

Your body stills, and Shuri breathes in deeply before continuing.

"And you did?"

Shuri nods. The memories start flashing in her mind.

As if sensing her distress, your fingers start rubbing on the nape of her neck. In return, Shuri starts rubbing circles on your thighs.

"I saw Killmonger."

The silence makes your small, but sharp intake of breath sound louder than it is.

"At first, I didn't understand why."

It took her months to accept it. To be able to think about it.

"I fought it," Shuri notes that her eyes closed only when she feels your breath on her cheek. "Then... I had to think about it." I never thought I'd talk about this. "Analyze it. It took me some time, and... a lot of effort on Dr. Rini's part, but... I understood why."

When her eyes open, Shuri is blinded by you.

The thick aura of your hair all around her, the beauty she loves so deeply, the warmth that seeps from your heart.

"Do you know I'm telling you this?"

You shake your head.

"Because after that moment, I swore up and down I was alone."

"No."

The instinctive response brings a smile to her face. "I know." Shuri leans to press a kiss to your lips. "I know, love."

Although you denied the banana offer, there is one thing that Shuri always counted on that proves to remain true—it soothes her heart and the nerves that were open and raw when she realized the neglect she's been committing, but Shuri tries to keep her head afloat through it.

Her kisses are always for taking.

You never accept just one. Shuri leans in for reassurance, but when her lips touch yours, there's the dance she loves and lives for—the feeling of sea motion of when you pull back, then lean forward again to capture her just once more, to taste her for a second longer.

You might not be okay, but Shuri can still reach you.

Still feel you.

Eventually, you pull back a couple of inches, resting your forehead on her temple. "I'm sorry, darling."

Your arms tighten around her neck. "For what? You did nothing wrong."

"I didn't notice my most precious love isn't okay. That's something."

"Shuri—"

"It's okay," she reassures. "I know you understand. But I'm sorry still."

Your face hides in the crook of her neck, and she waits.

"I have a lot on my mind," you whisper after a minute.

"We can talk about it."

"You're really gonna spend the whole day here?"

Shuri would give up anything for that smile of yours. Seeing you pull back just enough to show her your happiness is reward enough for everything she'll hear from her Council in the morning.

She nods. "We can talk about anything. I'll cook for you—"

You laugh, "Please don't."

"—or maybe you'll cook,"

"Sounds a lot better."

"And we can go to your favorite places," this time, it's her who hides in your breasts, groaning a little. "I can go to my favorite places," she hints suggestively.

Above her, there's a giggle.

"I think I'm still dreaming," you whisper.

Shuri shakes her head right where she is, and her hands come alive when she's overwhelmed by the smell of your lotion, of you. "No dreams here," with one hand holding you by your lower back, Shuri gets up with you in her arms still. "C'mon. I'm gonna do the one thing I know in the kitchen and cook us breakfast."

"Okay," it's so goddamn soft, and Shuri nibbles on your collarbone.

She places a kiss before looking up. "You'll talk to me? Hm?"

You nod, smile blossoming like a morning flower. "Yeah."

"Good." She sighs in relief. "So let me try this again: d'you want fried bananas, a vitamin, and me for breakfast?"

Your smile is blinding.

"Yes, yes, and yes please."

Whatever troubles you, Shuri will get to the bottom of it today. If it's within her reach, it'll be fixed by the end of the night. If not, she will have a long-term plan to be by your side as you figure it out.

Meanwhile, she needs to learn how to always have an eye on you, always.

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[rakkuntoast]

Your talks about Missa's mischaracterization are exactly why I made a post specifically asking for Missa mains to give me their analyses for me to reference in Awake Me From My Nightmare.

I even went as far as to slap some parts of the post in Google Translate encouraging Spanish qsmp fans to reply to me and I'd just have someone translate their analysis for me. Which I did (thank u Kami ily). And I was so fucking happy when more of my responses came from Spanish speaking fans than English. Peak QSMP moment <3

But anyway yeah. Missa's characterization has been lowkey my biggest concern writing the fic tbh. I wanna do him justice. He definitely isn't written as a pathetic woobified uwu cinnamon roll, that's for sure.

I've been staring very hard at the paragraphs people gave me on his character and I THINK I've been doing a decent job at balancing the "gets overwhelmed by things" wet cat side Crows see AND the "um actually he could kick your ass and can be a bitchy little shit" reality?? Mans is getting lots of moments where he's like "fuck this" and gets ready to Literally Fight God. There's still lots of tears, but like, if YOUR husband was in front of you covered in his own blood and lookin like he's rapidly wasting away in real time, you'd be an emotional wreck too. So I'm decently confident in his characterization, but I still have that "AAAAA I HOPE I'M DOING THIS RIGHT" worry. 100% gonna be clinging to comments from readers about if I did him justice. So far I've characterized everyone (Phil, Fit, Etoiles) super well according to readers. 😭🙏🏻 Hoping I keep up the streak with Missa in Chapter 3.

The discussion you've been having is exactly why I'm doing my best to do him actual justice. And I might actually read back through your posts and translate the Spanish bits just to get even more insight. I don't see enough people talking about qMissa like this.

And on a semi-related note, GOD I wish there were more YouTube clip compilations of Missa moments. Like idec if they're not just qsmp, I want more of them in general!! Idk if I just wasn't searching well enough or what but when I went looking a while back, there were MAYBE 2 videos at all, let alone Eng subtitled so I could understand them. And rooting through Tumblr for clips is a pain. 💀

Tldr thanks for talking abt this Rakk, this is exactly why I've been busting my ass trying to not write Missa reduced to one trait or the other. Tbh I've been seeking out proper analysis/understanding of qMissa even before I was writing him in a fic. Bc I KNOW what we Crows see is a fraction of his character.

ISAAAA you're doing God's work honestly, the "fights God through tears" is peak qmissa characterization akfknsjx

I do think we need more translated Missa content, sadly like the best thing you can get is qsmp clips translated or someone on twt decided to translate this one bit from his videos (like him having a crush on a pineapple)

it's sad that it doesn't get talked about how clever the guy is and while the fix is pretty easy (just getting more missasaurios to talk about him) it's just a case of bothering to translate stuff cuz that shit takes time and effort

as well as missa's miscaracterization not being talked about as much cuz a lot of the ppl who talk abt him are English crows who think he's a sopping wet cat<- i am BEGGING for people to unlearn this word it's making me insane

#ask tag #Isa-ghost #hi Isa thanks for reading my posts I maybe care alot about characterization and Canon and I also want my guy to get justice #qsmp missa

[vante1920pm]

hihi! i'm maggie!! it's nice 2 meet u :D i have no idea if your reqs are still open, so if they aren't, then ignore the request! if they are, however, may I request headcanons for neteyam , lo'ak , and ao'nung with a gender neutral human significant other who just ... really loves them ? their human brags about them daily, to their little human friends & family and maybe even the boys' own family -- they're just really proud of them, in general. they're super duper affectionate and lovey-dovey too! they're almost always like " look at my bf .. isn't he the prettiest ever ?!?!?" and if possible, maybe even what the boys' family think of the reader? (who'd probably pull up and thank neytiri/ronal for giving birth to their son but yk they're in love zeke)

tldr; ao'nung , lo'ak , & neteyam with a gn!human!s/o whose just really proud to be with them?

( your writing gets my heart racing!! keep up the good work~! )

──;; 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒/𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 ★☆

★ 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: Hii !! Thank you so much for the request and the kind words !!! <3

I had a few lazy moments while writing, because I got a bit uncreative but I hope you still can enjoy it :)

I also love your stories btw ^^

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

☆ 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: with a gn!human!s/o whose just really proud to be with them !

☆ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: ao'nung, neteyam, lo'ak

☆ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: ooc, not proof read, cursing

── ‹ ✶ʾʾ NETEYAM !

- Neteyam likes it when you give him hugs and kisses, it makes him feel really special and loved.

- Would definitely get matching Plushies if they would exist on Pandora. Like the ones that you make yourself in these stores!

- He's sometimes a little bit overwhelmed by your love, because he doesn't know how to react, but he enjoys the affection.

- You call him 'your Neteyam', what makes him all blushy, even if you can't see it

- He always makes time for you, even if it's not much. He takes every chance he gets.

- He already hears you from a mile away, he could recognize your cheery voice everywhere.

bragging to your friends ─

( idk how you communicate with them, imagine you're able to facetime them or smth )

You love telling your friends about Neteyam, like, he's the light of your life!

Your life was boring before you met him, or that's what you always tell them.

He's the best boyfriend for you and you address him with cute nicknames when you talk about him.

Your friends are happy for you, but it makes them feel a little bit uncomfortable, for the fact that you're dating a 8ft tall blue alien.

He's just so cool and strong and did I mention an 8ft tall blue alien? Yes. We all need one in our lives.

But they support you anyway!

Yayy, we love supportive friends <3

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what his family think of you ─

Tuk loves it when you're around, you're like a second big sister to her!

Kiri also loves spending time with you. You're sometimes just walking around while talking, Spider interrupting you tho.

Spider thinks you're okay, but he doesn't pay you much attention.

Lo'ak likes you, you're cool and funny, especially when you're embarrassing his brother in front of everyone.

Jake also likes you, you make his son happy, reminding him of Neytiri and himself.

Neytiri didn't trust you at the beginning. It took some time to get on her good side.

── ‹ ✶ʾʾ LO'AK !

- He loves your personality. It's one of the things that make him get up in the morning, knowing, he'll be able to spend time with you again.

- Your energy is just so- mwah

- All it takes to make him shy is physical affection, not too much tho. He loves to hold you, even if you can't keep still for too long.

- But he's sometimes a bit embarrassed when you tell some strangers about how great and perfect he is, he doesn't want anyone to think that he manipulated you into saying this stuff or anything.

- He's scared that you might get yourself in trouble sometimes, you can be kinda naive at one point, so he tells you to be careful.

- You're always reassuring him that he's perfect when he gets self conscious, which he's really grateful for.

bragging to your friends ─

They got curious about him.

Like, there's no way someone could be this perfect, right?

You always assure them that Lo'ak is literally the definition of 'perfect'!

You're telling them about the cool things you're doing together and that he takes you out stargazing at night.

Shh, you're making them jealous!

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what his family thinks of you ─

Tuk loves you. You're always playing games with her, so you got her trust easily.

Kiri doesn't really care about you. She thinks you're pretty, but that's all to it.

Neteyam teases you alot, but in a more brotherly way. He's happy that his bro found someone good, even if you're a human.

Spider likes you, you're cool. He also teases you all the time.

Jake doesn't have an opinion on you. You're nice so he doesn't see you as a threat.

Neytiri doesn't like you. You're getting on her nerves sometimes and you're not learning fast enough.

── ‹ ✶ʾʾ AO'NUNG !

- He's being a bitch sometimes, we all know that, but you get the best out of him. He always acts kind and generous towards you.

- If others make fun of the way you act, he'll always be there to defend you. You don't mind them but he insisted on keeping you away from them.

- Gives glares to anyone who dares to complain about you.

- He thinks you're better than others and feels proud, when you praise him for the bare minimum. You literally tell him and others how handsome and pretty he is, only if it's just about him walking or how he makes specific gestures.

- Worships the ground you walk on, he would literally die for your attention and compliments . That boy is craving for your love

- You really love him so much. He's giving babygirl

bragging to your friends ─

You're always telling them about his positive sides, the way he cares about his family and friends.

You told them that he saved you once, since then you just fell in love with him.

He always defends you from anyone and everything. He's just so great!

It's actually annoying your friends that you talk so much of him, but they still go through it for you.

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what his family thinks of you ─

Tonowari is wary of you. He accepts you more than likes you.

Ronal doesn't like you. She thinks Aonung shouldn't be with someone like you. She thinks you're bad for him and everyone else.

You get along well with Tsireya, you often spend time together and chat. You're also gossiping about the newest things that happen in the village.

© 2022 VANTE_1920PM

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[unluckyhoneybee]

Can i request for dad!Trevor Zegras or dad!Jack Hughes please. Where their 1 son years old is sick and like he cry everynight which make y/n so stress and he’s there to comfort y/n please. Thank u

Note: you may ask, why the name? It just made sense with Trevor

Trevor walked in the house and frowned when he heard his last favorite sound in the world.

"Is he not feeling better?" Jamie asked behind him.

"He doesn't have fever anymore, but the poor guy has that horrible cough"

Jamie sighed. "Just knock if you guys need anything" He said with a sympathetic smile.

"Thanks man"

Trevor walked to your bedroom and opened the door. You turned around and his world fell in pieces. You were pacing around with Buddy on your arms. He wasn't the only one crying.

"Trevor"

"Hey, hey. What's wrong?" He closed behind him and walked to you, engulfing you and Buddy on his arms.

"I-I don't know what else to do. He cant sleep. He gets cough fits everytime I lay him down. He is really tired and... I don't know... I..."

"Okay, we all need to calm down. Can I?" He said pointing at the boy.

"Yes"

He was your son and you loved him for life, but you were so overwhelmed.

"Hey, Buddy. It's dad." Trevor said. "I'm back from the game."

The kid, that had the same mischievous look on his eyes, stopped to look at him for longs seconds. But soon he started crying again.

"Poor Jamie won't be able to sleep and..."

"YN. Babe. Jimmy is fine. I promise."

Buddy grabbed Trevor's clothes and he hugged him close.

You were sitting in the bed watching him walk around with the boy still crying on his chest.

"Do you think I'm not a good mum?"

Trevor stopped moving and looked at you. He walked in your direction and cupped your face with one hand while he kept Buddy on his hip with the other arm.

"YN. You are a great mum. Buddy loves you so much. This is not your fault, he just got a cold. Everyone does. You are doing so good and I love you so much."

Some people didn't believe you when you talked about Trevor's maturity around fatherhood.

He stepped closer and you laid your head on his belly.

"It's fine. We will be fine. I promise. This will pass." He said while caressing your back.

Trevor knew he had to calm you down first if he wanted Buddy to be calmer. And that's what he did. He held you and sang softly the song that was randomly playing on his mind until miracously, Buddy and you stopped crying.

He cupped your face and leaned down to kiss your lips softly. "I love you"

"I love you too" You whispered with tears in your eyes.

"Let's feed him and then we'll try to sleep, yeah?"

You nodded.

Twenty minutes later, the three of you laid in bed. Buddy was between you two, who were worriedly looking at him. He wouldn't stop coughing.

"I have an idea"

You frowned and watched Trevor set almost all your pillows against the headboard. Then, he laid against them and picked Buddy. "You are sleeping on Dad today."

"What?"

Buddy got comfortable on Trevor chest and somehow, the new posture was the solution for the cough. "He coughs more when he is laying than when he is upright"

"You can't sleep like that. Your back and neck..."

"I'll wake you up and we will switch if it starts hurting. You lay here now and sleep for a bit"

You bit your lip and laid next to him, cuddled against his side on the pillow nest he had built. He smiled to himself and wrapped his arm around you. You touched Buddy's hair and played with the golden strands.

"Do you remember when you asked me if you would be a good dad?"

He chuckled lowly. "I was a terrified kid then"

Trevor had needed so much reassurance from you during the pregnancy. He was always worried of doing it something wrong, of not being good enough because of his job. How wrong he was.

"You are a great dad. The best."

"I have you by my side. You make it easy."

#Trevor zegras #Dad!player #Tz #Blurb #Fluff #Nhl

[pacifymebby]

The Peaky boys react to a S/O that is kind of emotionally distant? Not purposely, of course they love their respective partner. They just have a hard time opening up fully. Who tries to pry their way in? Who gets so fed up they just like, snap? And who's like "nah fuck you I'm gonna love you TWICE as hard"?

Ahhhhhh I love this idea so so much <3 <3 thank u anon <3

Tommy

🌿 Is going to be irritated that he can't just read you like a book the way he can everyone else. You're so closed up and none of his usual tricks and charms work on you.

🌿 And you're guarded precisely because you know who he is and you know his reputation! You want to be open with him, to show him how much you adore him, but his reputation certainly doesnt encourage you out of your withdrawn nature.

🌿 He'll try to be patient, he'll convince himself he's playing the long game, he'll try to chip away at your protective shell as best he can but it will be frustrating and he'll often leave you with feelings of anger and frustration, with you for not opening up and with himself for not being able to break you down.

🌿 Polly and Ada will see these little temper tantrums, his sulking behaviour and tell him it serves him right, he's met his match, that this is how it feels for everyone else when he behaves exactly the same

🌿 "How often do you open up to her Tommy? When was the last time you were actually honest with her eh?" "Can't be one rule for her and a different one for you can it?"

🌿 This does actually help him understand a bit more what's going on, because he is emotionally distant, he is closed off, and he's definitely worse than you are.

🌿 So his way of getting you to open up will be by trying to open up to you, he'll start spending more time with you alone and awkwardly trying to tell you how much he loves you.

🌿It will almost be quite funny, the way he awkwardly coughs "y'know i love you y/n, more than anything else in this world..." and you smiling a little shy half smile, "..." you struggling to find the words yourself.

🌿You dont know why they are so difficult to say, its not like you don't mean them, not like you dont feel the same...but your emotions overwhelm you.

🌿 “S’alright angel you don’t have to say anything back... I know,” “No it’s not, I do love you Tommy, I really do, its just...” 

🌿him chuckling, relieved that you’ve actually gone and said it, at least you’ve finally told him how you really feel. 

🌿him hugging you very closely, “aye I know you do angel, I know...” 

🌿”see isn't this better eh, talking to each other? Feels good eh?” 

🌿this is how he chips away at you over time, slowly and patiently, until eventually you feel comfortable enough to talk to him about your feelings and express yourself. You aren’t always the best at it and you still struggle to show affection in public, but Tommy understands that thats just you and accepts you the way you are. 

🌿He will push you though, when he can see you need to get something off your chest, or when he can see that you just need a cuddle. 

🌿And he knows that you love him, even when you struggle to say it, he can see you love him, its in your eyes, the way you behave around him, in the smallest actions you do. 

Alfie

🐻 Alfie’s a big softie at heart and see, when you don’t melt like butter for him immediately, he’s confused. Maybe a little wounded. He can’t understand what's going on with you. You say you like him, and he can tell you like (he’s not stupid) but you shy away from him when he’s being affectionate and you certainly won’t talk to him

🐻 He’s patient with you though, he observes you quietly and notices its not just him you’re closed off with, but everyone. 

🐻 Probably doesn’t try to chip away at you, he just waits, he knows some people are more closed off than others and he understands why people would be... this is a cruel world after all

🐻 He probably worries though, he worries that something happened to you to make you this way, he worries that someone in your past hurt you, that all this cold exterior shell is a defence mechanism against being hurt again. 

🐻 And he tries not to press you on the issue but he does try to dig into your past, get you to talk about past relationships...

🐻 You do this thing when he hugs you, where it almost takes you by surprise and you go stiff in his arms like a plank of wood and forget to hug him back. It’s almost like you’re recoiling from him

🐻 But you’re not, you love being hugged by him, its just that sometimes being that close to someone just feels, strange? It’s instinctive to flinch away, you feel bad about it too, can see that you’re confusing him

🐻 He doesn’t snap exactly, but one day he sits down and tells you that you need to talk, “see now I know people say that I don’t fuckin shut up, that I don’t know when to shut my mouth and let other people speak... right... but you poppet, you seem to have the opposite problem yeah?” “So I’m gonna shut up now right, and you’re going to tell me what's going on right, cause your old man yeah, he might be a bit old and worn out, but I ain’t gone senile yet right? I ain’t fucken stupid yeah?” 

🐻 And you know you need to talk, he’s right... so you struggle through it trying to explain yourself to him, that you just don’t really know how to express yourself, that being so close to someone makes you feel... strange?” 

🐻 And Alfie holds his tongue the whole time - thats how dedicated to you he is. Thats how much he wants to understand you. 

🐻 When you talk to him you feel better, he makes you promise that you’ll try to talk to him, that you’ll tell him when you feel “strange” and then he jokes that next time it’ll be a deal or death. But you know he’s only joking and actually the joke makes you feel a lot less awkward. 

🐻 “Only say all this cause I love you right, you ziskeit, are the sun and the stars, I love you more than the moon loves looking down on this here earth, floating around all night doing nothing, just being the prettiest lump of rock out there yeah.. I love you more than all that... so that’s why I’m doin all this yeah...”

🐻 you balance each other out, he does 90% of the talking and you do a lot of listening, but it works for you both and you tick along quite comfortably together being everything the other needs.   

Arthur

🍂 I think Arthur would be confused at first, a little put off even? He’d really like you but he’d think you didn’t like him and he’d be a little wounded over that fact? 

🍂 He’d worry that you were scared of him. He’d probably start trying to be more gentle and soft around you. And his brothers would laugh and take the piss out of him for it. 

🍂 But you aren’t distant because you’re scared of him, you’re distant because you just are, thats just the way you’ve always been! You’ve never felt the need to force a smile, and sometimes showing emotions is embarrassing? Even good emotions. 

🍂 And you feel bad because you’ve never liked someone this much before, you love this man, you just don’t know how to say it or show it. You can kind of tell he’s beginning to distance from you too.. he doesn’t flirt with you the way he used to, when he hugs you he’s a little awkward about it. 

🍂 It feels awful and you don’t know what to do about it, you start to worry that you’re going to fuck the whole relationship up... 

🍂 So in the end its you who snaps, well, you both kind of snap at each other. 

🍂 “What is it eh? Y/N? What’ve I done to make you hate me?” him getting angry, he’s also not good at expressing his emotions, just in the opposite way to you. You’re withdrawn, he almost explodes. 

🍂 “What do you mean hate you? I fucking love you Arthur Shelby why can’t you see that?” “Oh you do eh? You love me, is that right? Cause see you don’t fucking tell me that do you love? You barely even touch me!” 

🍂 “Doesn’t mean I don’t fuckin love you!” 

🍂 You probably have a big argument, cry it out and then when you’ve calmed down, talk a little bit softer about it. Him holding you in his arms, the two of you sat on the bedroom floor side by side together. Him telling you he really thought you hated him and you saying you were beginning to think he hated you too. 

🍂 You make a promise to each other to try to talk more instead of bottling everything up. 

🍂 And now he knows you love him, now that you’ve said it to him, he tries to love you twice as hard. 

John

🌼 Johns not very patient but he also isn’t very serious so while it frustrates him that you’re a little closed off, that you don’t really talk to him about things he thinks you should, he won’t force you too. 

🌼 mostly he’ll try to make jokes of feelings to make you feel a little bit better. It doesn’t work though, just means that now you make sarcastic comments when he asks how you are. He tries to make you laugh and smile to put you at ease, to keep you smiling and happy, but that doesn’t give him anything when he can tell that you’re keeping stuff from him. 

🌼 So he gets frustrated, thinking he’s actually made things worse

🌼 but again, he doesn’t take life too seriously so until he feels like there really is a problem, he doesn’t try to force you to talk

🌼 until there is a problem... until he can’t ignore the signs any longer, there's things you aren’t telling him and he needs to know. In this family you have to be honest with each other. He gets offended, feels like you’re lying to him

🌼 so one day when you make a sarcastic comment after he’s asked you how you are, he snaps... it isn’t bad, its not like he totally loses his temper with you, but he does snap

🌼 “what kind of fucking man does it make me if me own bloody girlfriend can’t tell me how she’s feeling eh?” “what’s that supposed to mean for us eh?” 

🌼 you’re stunned, you actually thought he wasn't so bothered by the way you were, but now you understand that he doesn’t understand you the way you thought he did and you’re upset.

🌼 you probably get upset, don’t know how to express that either, just leave the room and don’t talk to him for the rest of the day. He realises that he’s made it worse again and gets frustrated with himself... 

🌼 Asks his sister for advice, which she tries to give him. She’s friends with you and tries to explain to him that that is just how you are, that you aren’t going to give him a serious question to something like “how was your day” because its small talk and that feels forced to you, that you’re never sure whether someone is really asking because they care or whether they are asking you because they think they should

🌼 she tells him he needs to go and apologise to you right now... and that he needs to tell you calmly how he feels.. it has to be a fair trade of feelings. 

🌼 so he goes home to you, talks to you from the other side of the locked bedroom door, begs you to talk to him, at first you stay hidden away, you’re embarrassed and feeling confused

🌼  but after awhile you begin to give in, you unlock the door when he starts to tell you how he really feels, that he loves you, that he cares about you, that he does actually care about how your days been when he asks you, that he cares about everything you have to say, small talk or otherwise. 

🌼 when you finally open up to him he’s so relieved, and he listens - seriously for once - because he really wants to understand you. 

🌼 now that he understands you he will go the extra mile to remind you how loved you are, every day. He will ask you how you are and then if you make a sarcastic comment he’ll sarcastic laugh before trapping you between him and the kitchen counter, “now tell me how your day really went?” kisses your nose before letting you go, still teasing and lighthearted as ever, just really trying for you now. 

Bonnie

🍀 Bonnie wants to get to know you, completely, and if you are cut off at first, or reserved and distant, he will be upset, maybe even doubt how much you really like him... but he won’t show you that... not at first. 

🍀 So he might think you’re not bothered about him like that, but he will stick around trying to talk to you, trying to get to know you still because well... 

🍀 he thinks you're lovely, for a start, not to mention he kind of likes the challenge and, he thinks he understands you a little better than you think he does

🍀 because for all he’s a laidback kind of boy, doesn’t struggle to get along with people, he does often get the feeling that most people in the world don’t really care about each other, and he does tire of “fake” people who pretend to get on well with everyone, but who plot in secret for the downfall of their friends

🍀 so he thinks he understands why you don’t smile for everyone all the time, why you don’t necessarily give a lot back to people, why you don’t melt like butter at his smile, or flirt back with him...

🍀 in the end he opts to try loving you twice as hard, putting in the extra effort to get close to you. 

🍀 he talks to you every day, comes to sit down with you by the fire, joins you when you’re cooking, often brings you his best catches telling you he knows you’ll cook them the best. 

🍀 if he sees you working on something he’ll come and help you, no matter what it is whether its “womens work” or mens. 

🍀 and over time you get really close, you look forward to spending time with him even if its him who does most of the talking. And he can tell you’re getting closer, he’s seen you smile at his jokes a few times, and today you smiled at him properly, just for sitting down beside him, you really looked happy to see him

🍀 even when you do finally start to open up to him, he doesn’t take it for granted, he still loves you twice as hard, loves you relentlessly, is completely determined to know you and love you completely. 

🍀 when it comes to getting you to open up about your emotions he understands that too, he’s a boy who wears his heart on his sleeve in many ways, he falls for people fast and he’s quite sweet, but he knows that feelings and secrets, emotions, they’re a currency you shouldn’t exchange too freely

🍀so he knows he has to work at that with you, be patient, take baby steps. 

🍀he's always really proud when you do open up to him too, he’s glad he's the one you trust most in the world. 

Isaiah

🐀 When he barely gets a response from you the first few times he flirts, he sees it as a challenge to win you over. 

🐀 So he flirts twice as hard, buys you drinks when he sees you at the pub with your friends, tells you you look lovely every time he sees you. 

🐀 Will do all the usual charming things, buy you flowers, send you gifts, walk you back to your house every night, meet you after you finish work so he can walk you back then as well

🐀 But none of it seems to be working, you don’t fall at his feet and the longer it goes on for the more confused he gets. 

🐀 He tries to chip away at you, being flirtatious, always teasing you, he will try anything to get a response from you... and by anything I mean anything

🐀its actually very embarrassing because so many of these things are things you’d never do... he sings at you in public, tries to dance with you, plays tricks on you... and then one day he accidentally spills a drink on you. 

🐀which you slap him for... you don’t realise its him, think its some random old man being disrespectful to you, but when you turn around, when you realise who it is, your hands already half way to colliding with his face and you’re not fast enough to stop it. 

🐀 you think you’re going to be in so much trouble! you’ve just hit a peaky boy in the face and you’re terrible at apologies. 

🐀 but instead he just laughs, he’s strangely thrilled? You think he’s insane and you don’t hide that when you look at him with a quizzical brow, you’re wary of him but he just laughs and then claps. 

🐀 “fuckin finally, she gives back!” he chuckles, he’s lowkey impressed by the slap on you. 

🐀 “I... I just... aren’t you mad?” “are you kidding lass, that was brilliant...” 

🐀 you’re relieved but then you’re confused again, “what do you mean finally?” you haven’t been holding back from him, hadn’t realised you were giving him “nothing” 

🐀 when he explains it to you from his perspective you nod and are thoughtful. “Oh... I see,” then you get worried, “I don’t think I can change,” 

🐀 “Did I say I wanted you to?” 

Michael

☘️ He will do the same as Tommy, he’ll play the long game, chip away at you as best he can for as long as he can. He’s less patient than Tommy though because he’s used to getting what he wants and he’s used to having people find him none threatening. 

☘️ Tommy can understand why a woman would be guarded in this big bad world but Michael can’t really. He doesn’t understand what a woman would have to lose... why she would hold back from her man

☘️ but obviously there are so many reasons, especially in his family... 

☘️ the main reason is that you just struggle with feelings and expressing them well, especially when a feeling is intense and important. You feel like you shouldn’t express a feeling in case you can do it justice. Like a perfectionist.

☘️ and because you feel so strongly about Michael, you never tell him because you never think its enough...

☘️I think Michael would, chip away at you... try to love you twice as much, really layer his love on thick for you... and then when you’re still withdrawn and distant, then he’d snap

☘️ “I’m trying my best for you here love but you’re giving me nothing!” 

☘️ “I’m trying Michael!” “no love I’m trying, you... you're like a block of ice... its like trying to draw blood from a stone... what do I have to do eh, to get in here?” he puts his two fingers to your temple. 

☘️You try to explain yourself to him, try to tell him that you just don’t want to say it if you aren’t going to say it right

☘️ and he thinks this is so sweet, he thinks its adorable actually, really cute...

☘️ so in seconds he’s gone from being frustrated and snapping, to smirking... he even chuckles a little as he strokes your cheek. 

☘️ “thats it?” he asks and you get awkward nodding your head, chewing your lips nervously, worried that now he knows he's going to realise what a stupid excuse that is. 

☘️ “See all that that I just said love, would you say that came out perfect? Reckon that came out exactly how I wanted it too...” you don’t know, but you shake your head and he carries on, “no exactly, it wasn’t perfect, wasn’t really perfect at all was it... the worst way those feelings could have come out actually... but I said it didn’t I, and now we both know how I feel?” 

☘️ he’s gentle with you, explaining that stuff doesn’t have to be perfect, that its enough to try your best, to just try and get the words out, even if they don’t come out right

☘️ and you don’t change immediately, but when he can see you struggling to speak or to get a feeling off your chest he reminds you softly... “as messy as you like love, just get the words out.. remember...” 

Hope you like these lovely <3

#Peaky blinders imagines #Peaky Blinders headcannons #Peaky Blinders x reader #Tommy Shelby x reader #Arthur shelby x reader #Michael gray x reader #Bonnie gold x reader

[gogobo0ts]

Hello lovely! I was wondering if one, I could make another request and two, if I could maybe ask your opionion of a lil short story I'm thinking about writing.

I don't wanna blow up your ask box so i'll just put the request and let you decide on the opion part because I know not everybody likes hearing story lines. xoxoxo

Also my dumbass can't remember if you write for Guns N Roses, so if you don't wanna write this one for Steven i'm fine with Nikki or Tommy <3

Request -

Steven and Sunshine!reader are best friends, and Steven is super protective of her. She's completely unaware that he's head over heels for her (even tho she's in love with him too) and when he gets into a fist fight with Axl for flirting with her he eventually confesses his feelings while she bandages his bleeding knuckles. <33

ofc! if u ever want to discuss ideas for a fic you're writing i'm 100% open <3 xoxo

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND I LOVE STEVIE 🗣️🗣️🗣️i'm begging guys i don't see enough of him !! <3 he's my lil pookie

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Axl invited you to his house party, which was a little odd, but not super unusual. you were one of Steven's closest friends, you'd been supporting him since the beginning. everyone in the band knew you steven wouldn't shut up about you , or at the very least was familiar with your name.

so... it made sense. though, you were starting to regret your decision as you watched duff and slash take what had to be their 10th round of shots. you eyed everyone at the party as you sipped your drink. there were girls you'd seen backstage before, either girlfriends or groupies, and plenty of people you'd never met before. izzy was absolutely nowhere to be found, he probably left actually, and you condemned yourself for not doing the same.

you made your way over to steven, a little beacon of light in the dim party. the only saving grace to this party. his curls bouncing as he chatted away animatedly to a guest.

axl stepped in front of you, blocking your path slightly, "You liking the party?" he asked, grinning at you.

you shrugged, "It's kind of loud... a little overwhelming." you admitted a little shyly.

he leaned against the wall, brushing some of your hair back, "well... if you want, i could take you somewhere quieter." his tone told you everything you needed to know.

"I think-..."

you were interrupted by steven's slurred voice, "absolutely fucking not....?!" he shot axl a betrayed look and pushed him back a bit.

jesus... it all happened so fast, they both were already pretty buzzed. steven took a swing and hit the wall, and axl caught him in a headlock. it was like watching two toddlers fighting over something they both wanted.

"alright, alright. Knock it off." IZZY! (huh, so he hadn't left...? it all made sense once you saw the girl hanging on his arm) Thank god. he seemed to knock some sense into the two, who hesitantly stopped fighting.

axl stormed off to god knows where, leaving steven with a furrowed brow.

"Are you alright, Stevie?" you cooed, gently, "Your hand's bleeding...if you hadn't noticed..."

he looked down at his hand, it was scraped up pretty good, red and tender as blood dribbled onto his fingers and wrist, "oh..." he said quietly, "i'll be ok..."

"here... let's go see if there's a first aid kit around here." you led him to the bathroom, which was surprisingly unoccupied, and sat him down on the edge of the bathtub.

you rummaged around the cabinets for a bit, before pulling out a small first aid kit. you looked around for a rubbing alcohol wipe.

"I don't like the way he looked at you." he murmured under his breath, "he was bein' all weird with you."

"Doesn't mean you should try to punch him for it." you countered as you ripped open the wipe.

"he just wants to fuck around. he doesn't even love you." Steven babbled, hissing a bit as you cleaned his knuckles.

"sorry." you whispered sincerely, grabbing the bandage wrappings.

"But I do. I love you a lot." he sighed, a bit sadly, "A little too much maybe..."

you paused, caught completely off guard, "You...You what...?"

"Oops... I uh..." he couldn't really find an excuse, even if he hadn't been drunk, you can't really come back from that.

you couldn't help but feel a little giddy and laugh. his face turned a deep shade of red, and he was worried for a second until you started to pepper his face in kisses. you smoothed his hair out and kissed him on the lips, cupping his cheeks.

you pulled away after a moment, earning a pout from him, "Hey...."

"You're getting blood on your sleeves... just let me finish patching you up..." you grumbled, a light pink dusting your face. he honestly didn't mind the blood. he was the happiest person at the party, scratch that, in the whole goddamn world. but he let you dress his knuckles, just so you were satisfied.

"so does this mean-...?" he started.

"yeah... I love you too." you smiled, giving him another peck, right on the tip of his nose.

a/n: sorry if this feels rushed i'm bad at pacing 🗣️ i just get excited and splurge on writing basically 💀

#guns n roses #izzy stradlin #axl rose #duff mckagan #saul hudson #steven adler #steven adler x reader #fluff! #this prompt is so cutesy ngl i hope i did it justice