#it was lame though so one of my friends suggested we go do like. anything else

[good-griief]

just that ellie smut i was talking ab w servicetop!ellie and switch r! w a little bit of possessive/protective ellie<333

little warning for gross fratboy (attempted drugging implied)

Ellie had a temper. Everyone knew it. If something pissed her off, like her phone for example, she’d throw it across the room. The TV isn’t working? Hit it. Remote? Slam it on the table. Someone’s pissing her off? She’s either antagonizing them or punching them square in the jaw. 

But if someone’s bothering you? 

If anyone even dares to look at you wrong, touch you, or speak to or about you out of line— at a party for example, she’s in your ear whispering the most vile things as she stares the person down. She’s got her hands on your waist as she stands behind you, running the flats of her palms along your stomach to get it fluttering. Fuck, she’d try to touch you right there, coming around to stand in front of you and immediately bringing you in for a kiss. 

You’d know what she was doing, offering to take her to the bathroom, to which she’d promptly agree. Though, what they didn’t know was how Ellie would be the one sat on the counter, whining and trying to keep herself quiet as you practically ruined her. 

See, she loved being on top. She loved hearing you, but in times like these she always needed some extra love and care. Which you were more than happy to give. 

However, tonight she denied your offer. 

There’d been some frat boy— one she knowingly hated— talking to you, and once he handed you a drink, which you hadn’t seen made, she was leaving her friends and coming to you as you tried to deny his advances. 

“I want to go home,” she told you when you offered to go upstairs. You agreed, gladly driving the two of you home with a hand on her thigh to help her relax. 

You figured it was only a matter of time before she started to talk about wanting to kill that boy. 

“I should’ve killed that idiot,” like you thought. “He was seriously going to try and roofie you, or something.” She was on her phone, furiously texting Jesse to get the guy out of the party. “Should’ve put my blunt out on his face,” she muttered. 

She continued grumbling until you got to her apartment, making you chuckle to yourself as you unlocked the door and took off your shoes. 

“Are you done yet, babe?” You asked her after she took off her shoes, muttering something about sticking a shoe up his ass and making you laugh even more. 

“I’m completely serious,” she said, gaining a nod and a hum from you. “What if I didn’t notice?” You frowned at the sudden seriousness, making her sigh. “That kinda shit scares me. I don’t want anything happening to you— anyone, obviously, but you especially.”

You took a moment to take in the sentiment, biting your inner cheek as you nodded. “You don’t have to think about what might’ve happened, alright?” You turned, setting your keys on the counter. “I’m fine, and that guy’s gone.” You were speaking lamely, her words getting you to think of what might’ve happened, and making you so uncomfortable you just wanted to go to bed and start a new day. 

Which you did. 

Kind of.

You told Ellie you were going to bed when she went to shower, changing out of your clothes and into one of her shirts and briefs so you could lie down. 

By the time Ellie got back, you were still up and texting Dina about what could’ve happened now that it was on your mind. 

“I didn’t mean to put that in your head,” Ellie said as she got on a pair of boxers and a shirt. “Why don’t we watch something? Or cuddle?” She suggested, climbing up onto the bed and kneeling beside you. 

“Cuddle,” you picked, setting your phone down as she happily lied beside you and put her arm around her waist. 

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” she said quietly, lips brushing the back of your neck. “I won’t let anyone touch you.” She pressed a gentle kiss there. “Promise.” And another. “You ever feel like something’s wrong… or if anyone’s bothering you, come to me. I’ll deal with it, ‘kay?” Her hand rubbed your waist, and you knew what she was doing. 

And it was working. 

“What’re you doing, El?” You turned to her and brought your hands to her hips, running them over her boxers. 

She knew just how to say things to get you feeling… better. Anything she said could have you melting in an instant when she accompanied it with a soft tone, wet kisses, and possessive touch. 

“Whatever you need.” She shrugged, hand coming to your face to cup your cheek and thumb dragging over the plush skin beneath it. She brought her mouth to yours in a gentle kiss, barely pecking your lips. “If you need me, I’ll give that to you,” she said against them, moving to straddle your hips. “Use me if you need to.”

“Ellie,” you warned, hand gripping her hip and making her huff out a breath. “If you want something, tell me.”

Her mouth came to yours again, kissing you with such need that you almost cooed at her. Your hands went to her back, pressing her down before they drifted to her thighs, stroking gently.

She sighed, pulling back to rest her head on yours. “I just want to get this off your mind,” she muttered. “Let me make it up to you. Help you forget.” She spoke between lazy kisses. “I can be good…” She kissed you again, hands coming up to cup your jaw. 

Her kisses were slow, head tilting and deepening each one as she slowly started to grind her hips down on you. You stopped her, gripping her hip again and making her sigh. “I love you,” she said in a muffled kiss. She repeated the words over and over, kissing you between each one until you finally gave her what she wanted and took control. 

She would never just say she wanted you to fuck her. Somehow, she made it about you and your needs. As if she would crumble the minute she admitted hers. 

But you knew. You knew it was really her that needed this. 

You pushed her on her back, moving on top of her with her legs still around your waist. You took control of the kiss, pushing your tongue into her mouth. She sucked gently, hands gripping your hips as she groaned. 

When you brought your mouth to her neck, her hands fumbled with the band of your underwear. She pulled it down to your knees, tossing it aside when you shimmied out of the fabric. Her hands rested on your ass, kneading at the skin and making you moan against her. 

“My pretty baby,” she breathed, hands running up beneath your shirt to get it off and toss it aside. “All mine.”

“All yours, baby,” you reassured as you kissed her cheek, feeling the heat that came to it and chuckling. “Let’s get these off, yeah?” You moved from between her legs, pulling off her boxers before you offered your hands to help her sit up. “Come on.” You pulled her shirt off, smiling at her naked in front of you. “That’s better… You sure this isn't about you feeling better? Because, I’ll help you forget. You just gotta honest with me, sweetheart.” 

“Told you already,” she pulled you into another kiss. “That scared me.”

You hummed, pulling back to push her hair out of her face. “Tell me you need my help, Ellie.”

The moment she met your eyes, she was done for, melting into your touch as she nodded in a daze. “Need you,” she muttered, earning another kiss. “Need to feel you— hear you. I need to make you feel better. Makes me feel better.” 

There it was

“Lie down,” you told her upon receiving what you wanted. 

“Are you sure you’re up for this tonight?” She quickly made sure, before you continued, that you were okay with this tonight. “I’d be more than happy to…” She looked you up and down, eyes taking in every detail of your naked body. “You know.” 

You chuckled, knowing if you stopped this now it’d only be cruel. “I’ll do my best.” Ellie laughed at that, smile downturned. “Now, just, do what I say. Lie down.”

She nodded immediately, lying back on the bed. “Whatever you want.”

You brought your hand to her chest, running it down her torso slowly as you brought your mouth to hers. This time, you moved with an intent to get her as worked up as possible, until she couldn’t even remember what she was worked up about before. Your kiss was tantalizing, making her raise her chin in an attempt to get more from you. You obliged her wants, opening your mouth to let her slip her tongue between your lips as you kissed her. 

Your hand ran up to her breasts, fingers slowly tracing around her nipples and making her sigh into your mouth. She kept up kissing you, though, knowing if he broke away you’d start the whole teasing process over. Her hands went to your neck, holding either side before one drifted down. She squeezed your tit, gaining a moan from you. 

Your fingers lightly pinched her nipple, rolling the bud between your fingers and making her shudder. 

She brought her other hand to your other tit, squeezing and beginning to knead the soft tissue in her hands. 

She always got caught up in your breasts, paying extra attention to them and leaving you soaked by the time she decided she was done indulging herself. You didn’t complain, though. It made her even more aroused, playing with and fondling your tits while she moaned in your mouth just from that. 

Your free hand trailed down her torso, stopping at her lower belly and tracing lazy shapes on the area to make her hips twitch. 

“Yeah?” You hummed against her lips, nearly making her whine. “I don’t even have to bother with all this teasing, do I?”

“Never do,” she muttered, words damn near pathetic and making you smile against her lips as she went red. “Fuck,” she breathed into the kiss, slowly getting more embarrassed. “Didn’t mean to say that.”

You laughed. “It’s true, though, sweetheart… Isn’t it?” She immediately responded with a nod, letting you know you were already starting to get her into a submissive state. 

You brought your mouth away from hers. She tried to follow you, making you bring your hand to her shoulder to push her down. You brought your mouth to her chest, sucking faint bruises on her skin and lowering them until you reached her breasts. Your tongue slid out as your hand smoothed over her abs, wetting her nipple and making her groan as her hips squirmed. 

Your tongue circled her nipple, her hips squirming as she groaned. Her hands roamed your body, trying to distract herself with how worked up she was getting from almost nothing. 

You took her nipple between your teeth, rolling gently. She sucked in a breath, but the slight pain made her even more aroused as you licked over the hardened bud. Small kitten licks were enough to get her whining and parting her legs for you, telling you what she wanted and where. 

You didn’t respond to her request, only moved to kneel between her legs as you continued to toy with her breasts, licking and sucking to make her even more aroused. 

“Baby, please,” she sighed out as your mouth went back to her neck, refusing to touch her anywhere below her belly button and making her go crazy. “Down,” she said, not having the composure to speak properly.

“Down?” You lifted your head, false confusion knitting your brows together. “Down here?” Your hand drifted to her abdomen. 

“Lower.”

“Here?” To her lower stomach, you pressed down gently, massaging the area and gaining a moan from her. “Is that right?”

“Lower, baby. Please.”

“Lower…” You looked down, moving your hand to her hip and gaining a frustrated groan. “Not here, then?” You moved your hand to her thigh. “Is this better?”

“Stop it,” she was getting frustrated with you, face reddening and making you chuckle. 

“Don’t start acting like a brat, Ellie. I’ll start this over.”

“No, no, no. I’m sorry— fuck— I, just, baby,” she whined, groaning as your fingers stroked her inner thigh. “Baby, I need you so bad.”

“Mhm…” You rocked your hips into hers. “Is that good enough for now?” She nodded eagerly, satisfied with whatever she could get. Especially if it was tribbing. You hummed, gripping her thigh to pull her closer as you ground your hips down on hers. She cursed, moaning as her hands reached up to take your face between them and pull you down. Her lips met yours in a desperate kiss, her mouth sloppy as she moaned into yours. 

Your hands went to her breasts, kneading them softly. 

When she ground her hips up, you stopped rocking into her, moving back where you were outside her legs, and making her whine. You grabbed her thigh harshly when she tried to squeeze them together, pressing them open so you could bring your hand between them. 

Your hand cupped her pussy, still not giving her what she wanted as you palmed her slowly. 

She knew, in the end, all this teasing would be worth the orgasm that came out of it, but it was still frustrating in the moment; frustrating enough to make her curse at you. 

“Fucking touch me,” she gritted, reaching down to grab your hand. 

“Don’t start this,” was all you had to say to get her to drop her hands to her sides, but that didn’t stop her mouth. 

“You’re so fucking—“ You cut her off with a harsh slap on her cunt, making her eyes roll back as she moaned. 

Yes, she was often on top, and sure, she could be dominant— but that certainly didn’t mean she could disrespect you when she practically begged you to fuck her tonight. 

“What was that?” You asked, free hand going to her cheek to drag the backs of your fingers down. “You had something to say, no?” She shook her head. “Good.” As a reward, your fingers began to slowly circle her clit, making her sigh a moan as her eyes fluttered shut. “So beautiful…” You kissed her cheek as your hand went to her chest, feeling her heart quicken as you held her down, stopping her from leaning up to kiss you. “My pretty girl.” 

Her hands reached for your waist, attempting to pull you down so she could get her mouth on yours, but you refused to satisfy her. 

Her eyes met yours, expression practically begging you to kiss her, but you only sped up the pace of your fingers to get her to keep moaning. 

“I don’t wanna kiss you when you’re like this, baby,” you cooed when she tried to pull you down again. You knew she was just getting more submissive, which also meant more self conscious at times. “You sound too pretty.” You kissed the corner of her lips and she turned her head, but you instead moved your mouth to her neck as you ran your fingers down her slit, feeling her tighten around nothing. You hummed a laugh, gently circling your finger around her hole and making her shudder. “What do you want, baby?” She groaned, shaking her head and refusing to answer. “You want me here?” You pressed the tip of your finger into her, waiting for a response. 

“Need you,” was her whimper of a response, making you immediately give her what she wanted— no, needed. 

She moaned, hips bucking up and pushing your finger deeper inside her. 

If there was one thing you loved about sex with Ellie, it was that no matter how mouthy she started out; cursing, teasing, or flat out mocking you, she always ended up hardly able to speak, whining and moaning as she used her hands to grip, push, and pull at you to try and communicate what she wanted. 

You easily fit two more fingers inside her, stretching her cunt and making her grip your arm as she moaned. 

It wasn’t long before she was unraveling beneath you. You’d brought your mouth down to her dripping pussy when she finally got the courage to ask you. All you had to do was suck her clit into your mouth and she was cumming all over your fingers. You froze, eyes wide as she did the same after clasping her hand over her mouth, realizing what she’d done after she came down from her high. 

“Fuck.” She sat up quickly. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” You looked up at her with flushed cheeks and wide eyes, her chest red and heaving. Her skin was clammy, face pink, lips swollen and red, and eyes so dark from dilated pupils that you’d think she was on something. 

You pulled your fingers from her, her breath hitching as you looked down at your hand covered in her orgasm. You were still slightly stunned as you wiped your mouth with your other hand, sucking your finger to taste her. 

“Keep going if you want to, I— Mm…” You cut her off with your fingers in her mouth, forcing her arousal down her throat and making her moan as she met your eyes. 

“You wanna keep going?” She nodded as she took your hand, diligently cleaning your fingers and swallowing down her own orgasm. You grinned, watching as she set your hand aside. She wasn’t sure what to do until you leaned in, pecking her lips. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” you laughed out against her lips. “Fuck, I wish I could do it again.” You spoke between kisses, pecking her mouth eagerly as you laid her back down. “Made me so fucking wet, oh my God,” you kept going, making her laugh as she tried to keep up with your enthusiastic kisses. 

“Can I help?” She asked eagerly, still flustered and pulling away from your kisses to run her hands up and down the curve of your waist. “I’ll do good…” She trailed off as her eyes fell to your breasts and then between your thighs. “So fucking good.”

You hummed, nodding along to her mumbling with a laugh. “Lie down.” She frowned. “Just trust me. Lie down.” She did as told, lying back on the pillows. 

You moved from between her thighs, moving up to her head and looking down at her. She could hardly contain her excitement, hands reaching for you as you swung your leg over her face. 

Her hands immediately gripped your thighs, pulling you down on her face and practically suffocating herself as her tongue licked up your folds. 

You couldn’t get a word out before she was making you moan with every breath, her tongue rubbing roughly against your clit and prodding at your entrance each time she lapped up your juices. Her grip on your thighs was so strong it was bruising you, but it only aided in your pleasure as she indulged herself in you. 

“Fuck, Ellie,” you moaned as you brought your hands to her hair, gripping it harshly and making her moan against you. Your hips rose and she immediately pulled you back down, working her tongue even harder and making you whine as your stomach fluttered. 

Ellie knew you liked to be taken care of, she knew how turned on you got, and she knew you melted in her touch as soon as you made her cum, becoming a whiny, soaking mess the minute you could relax from the dominating position you took and let yourself be pleasured. 

And once she finished, she was completely done being submissive, taking on a caring role and tending to your needs… Over, and over, and over again until the night ended with you being the submissive one. 

You didn’t mind, nor did you care. Not when she was so rapt in you that she’d completely forgotten about what happened before you got in bed. 

Ellie’s only focus, now that you’d done what she needed and wiped her brain of earlier, was you. She knew you crumbled when she touched you, so she used that to her advantage.

She’d fuck you all night long if she needed wanted to. 

When you came on her tongue, she didn’t bother stopping. She pulled you forward, turning to the side and forcing you to lie on your back as she moved to kneel between your legs, not once bringing her mouth away from your cunt as she held your thighs in place.

You whined, moans loud and crying as you pushed her head away. She grabbed your hands, interlacing your fingers and continuing with her ministrations on your cunt. 

“Ellie, Ellie, please…” Her name was a chant falling from your lips as you begged. What for? You didn’t even know. You didn’t want her to stop; it felt too good, but you were also so overstimulated that you couldn’t control your hips squirming. 

Orgasm after orgasm raked over your body as the hours passed, your body becoming putty in Ellie’s hands as your eyes rolled back and muscles twitched in pleasure. 

She finally pulled back when your moans were quiet and legs shaking, breathing heavy as she licked her lips. Her eyes were locked on your swollen, red cunt, still dark with lust as she forced herself to leave you alone. 

“Fuck,” she muttered as she looked up at you, breaths panting, skin flushed, and pupils blown wide. “You’re so fucking pretty… I want—“

“No more,” you forced out in a breath as she lied her head on your inner thigh, stroking your hot skin with her hands. 

She pouted, turning her head to kiss your thigh. “Please?”

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[i4bellingham]

Hi!! Could you please write a little angst w Jude? Perhaps he goes out to a club with the boys and a fan tries to kiss him and there’s photos on the internet. So this is when he comes back home ? Ty!

MISLEADING : jude bellingham x fem!reader ( angst + fluff ending )

cw: some random chick kissing jude without any permission + her friends tolerating that shit, cussing, breaking down, crying, making up, england’s nt being the best guys >> cuddling as a result of making up, switches in povs

💗 happy christmas to everyone <33

　

It’s not a typical occurrence for Jude to go in clubs so when he was given the invite to go with some of the boys from England’s NT and with your persuasion that he go and enjoy the night out, he simply let out a heavy sigh before dragging himself up the stairs and into your shared room to change.

So here he is now, not entirely bored but he’s not really having fun either.

If it’s the club scenario or the wack music or the suffocating atmosphere, he can't decide. But Jude wants a change of scenery else he’ll definitely be going home earlier than the rest of the guys tonight.

Just as he was about to stand up and head outside, Henderson came back to their groupㅡand the confused frown painting Jude’s face was an evident indication that he wasn’t even aware of Hendo leaving the group in the very first place. One Jude deduced was probably because he was way too occupied judging the lame music and plotting of ways to leave the place to notice anything.

Amidst the loud music, Jude can hear Henderson yelling his words to their group.

“The girls from three tables down wants to take photos with us.” Henderson tells them, pointing a finger over the exact table that was filled with a few girls. “Passed by them on my way to get drinks and apparently they've been in some of our games, had photos ’n everything too.”

Trent visibly rolls his eyes beside Jude, not an ounce of care in his face if he's seen doing the notion or not. “Thought Harry implemented the no-picture-taking-in-guys-out rule?”

“Yeah well unfortunately Harry’s not here.” Saka sighs, also contemplating the strict rule that was made so that the boys can enjoy a night out without needing to worry about taking photos. “Well... we can take a few but after this, no more yeah?”

“We’ll be there for no more than five minutes then we’ll come back here and that's the last of it, alright?” Declan’s suggestion earns a unison of nodding heads before the girls are seen approaching their table. “Or... y’know they can just head over here or whatever...”

From beside Jude, Trent whispers just enough for him to hear. “Why do I sense something vile in the air...”

“Why are you wording it like that?” Jude teasingly asks before he’s being smacked on the shoulders. “Startin’ to sound poetic no?”

“Shoulda taken a different route huh?” Trent raises his brows playfully with a smirk. “Think I might do well with poems, literary... might even sell million copies of my books.”

With this, Jude simply laughs before his attention is being taken away from his friend and towards Henderson and a blonde girl beside him.

“Bellingham!”

With a sigh, Jude leaves his seat to approach the two with a smile on his lips. He greets the girl with a simple hi while Henderson does all the work introducing the two to each other albeit a little awkwardly and even though it’s more than apparent that the girl was already aware of who Jude is before they’re doing a little pose for the photos.

It wasn’t customary but it wasn't uncommon for Jude to wrap an arm around a fan’s back or shoulder, so he lets his hand loosely enclose over the girl’s spine before smiling for the camera. But what happens next is enough for Jude to reel himself away from the girl and wiping his lips, the other guys who witnessed what happened letting out shocked ‘woahs’ and ‘heys’ before Henderson is grabbing him by the arms to drag Jude behind his back.

“We’re very lenient when it comes to taking pictures but if you do so much as what you just did which held no respect for my guy... you better best just leave us alone.” Henderson gruffly says before Marcus too is holding the man by the arms.

On the other end, Jude was just lost for words. He was beyond confused and uncomfortable with what just happened that he’s barely processing Mason and Jack coming to his side to sit him back down on the booth before they're standing in front of him, shielding him away from the group of girls as did the other guys who left their seats.

“... you must be bloody crazy if you think it’s okay to molest someone like that. Ever heard of respecting a person’s space? No? Cos it shows.” Jude hears Trent scoff before he’s being told by Wilson to calm down.

There’s a few more exchange of words, but Jude’s head was just way too far beyond to fully comprehend the entire conversation happening. All he got from it was the guys telling the girls off, slapping them basically with the wrong their friend did that was unfortunately tolerated by their entire circle before he hears Phil just demanding the girls leave their table else they'll call security on them. That seemed to have done the trick because after a more than 10-minute discourse, their table finally cleared and the guys are sitting back in their seats, all tensed and irritated.

Saka taps Jude by the shoulder, sliding him a glass of water. “Do you wanna stay here or do you want to go home?”

“Home-”

Shit.

Jude frantically looks for his phone, wiping his sweaty palms over his jeans before he's tapping onto the screen, checking some things on there which garnered him confused looks from the other guys before the realization too smacks them straight in the face.

In a split second, all of them are scrolling through their phones. Pulling articles after articles, tapping their’s and Jude's names on the search bar of Twitter to see if anything new popped up.

“Shitshitshit.”

Anxiousness was all Jude felt. There was no other thoughts in his mind as he scrolls through his phone, name searched for the latest news about him except for you, his girlfriend who trusted him enough to go out with the guys without any issues. What if someone took photo of what happened? What if you misunderstood everything and hate him? What if when he gets home you're no longer there with him? What if he can’t explain his side knowing he too was just as dumbfounded and surprised when it happened? What if this causes for-

“Jude.” Luke passes him his phone silently, a grim look on his face.

The others stop their searching before they too are leaning over the table to look at Luke's phone. There, a photo although a little blurry was still pretty recognizable especially with the flash on. The photo was posted on a Twitter handle with no profile, no followers and no other posts besides the picture itself that was posted just a minute ago. But the likes and retweets of it was spiking by each passing second.

“Fuck I need to go homeㅡI wanna go home she's gonna fuckin’ leave me if I don’t explain what happened I can’t I need to go home-” Jude abruptly leaves the table before the guys are following after him, jogging after their midfielder to the parking lot as Jude tries to ring up your phone but to no avail.

“Jude calm down! You’re gonna get yourself hurt if you don’t calm down this second man!” Trent pulls him by the shoulders, slightly shaking him as he tries not to breakdown in front of his friends. “Come on, I’ll drive you. We’ll help you fix this alright?”

Jude stiffly nods his head, phone still against his ear as he listens to the ringing sound of the device in his hand.

Marcus pats him on the back, opening the passenger’s side before he’s ushering him in while Trent goes to the driver’s side.

“Drive safe Trent.”

“We’ll pick you up at theirs. We’ll explain what happened to you if things goes south Jude, don’t worry about anything.” Henderson adds before he too reaches a hand to give a reassuring pat on Jude’s shoulders.

Mason nods his head in agreement. “You didn’t do anything wrong Jude. Don’t beat yourself over this.”

“If it’s someone else’s fault, it’s that girl’s and her friends’. Bunch of obnoxious things they were.” A few snorts and snickers left the guys’ lips from Jack’s comment. “Don’t worry, like Trent said, we’ll help you fix this and like Mase said, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

Jude breathes a sigh of relief, wiping away the tears on his lash line before he lets a sigh escape from his chest. “Thanks a lot...”

One by one they clear off from Jude’s car, watching the vehicle as it drives away before going inside their respective cars as Henderson follows after them to take Trent back and to also back their friend up.

It’s such a draining thing, what happened was. Jude couldn’t fully grasp in his head that a random girl had the guts to kiss him right on the lips in public and in front of his friends especially knowing he’s already got a pretty thing waiting for him at home; a relationship that was already out in public for an entire year.

Although was filled with reassurance, he still couldn’t help the harsh palpitations of his chest. Jude still dreads for whatever is gonna happen next because he cannot bear to see you hurt regardless of what reason causes you to feel like it. But the thing is that, something happened tonight. It happened, and that was just there to it. It happened and Jude doesn’t want it to cause you to start overthinking or worse, lose your trust.

So when 20 minutes later and they're pulling up in front of his house, Jude leaves the car with a shaky breath and Trent following after him.

Before the both of them headed inside, Trent places a palm on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, you did nothing wrong. And if there’s one thing I know, she’ll hear you out if she did read and saw the posts because she trusts you enough to listen to your side of the story. So just calm down and explain everything that happened to her.”

With a stiff nod, Jude grabs the doorknob twisting it before he’s pushing the door open.

　

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It was supposed to be a calm and relaxing night.

You planned on binge-watching your favorite tv series in your laptop, eat some of your favorite snacks and drink and settle down on the couch with your thick duvet wrapped around you for the extra coziness and warmth.

It had been 45 minutes since Jude left the house, planting multiple kisses all over you face before he’s out the door with a promise to be back before the clock hits one. And your plan for the night was nearly coming into fruition, you just need to get your snacks to the coffee table in the living room then you’re all set.

But it was the notifications that came after one another blowing up your phone that had you pausing from placing a bowl of berries on the tray as you checked the device over the counter.

　

from: friend1

hey isn’t this jude?

https://twitter.com/user97203759/status/1937373027638.com

　

With a frown, you tap on the link thinking not too much of it.

You were expecting to see another goofy video, another weird picture of Jude being posted online but what welcomes your vision wasn’t anything but that. Instead, the dimly lit photo with a blurred background of red LED lights, booths and two people in front of the camera made you do a double-take as you eyed the rather intimate captured moment.

The entire outfit that Jude left the house with not even an hour ago was waving straight at your eyes, the haircut and even the blurry face showed that it was indeed your boyfriend himself. But what made you close your phone from inspecting your screen any further was the fact that another girl was kissing Jude.

You wanted to throw up.

You need to throw up.

Tears started to pool around the corner of your eyes as you lean yourself on the counter, heaving deep breaths of air through your mouth before you have a palm against your chest, clasping at the section.

You knew Jude well-enough to know that he wouldn’t cheat on you. No, his Mum raised him better than that. He knows his morals stands at a better point to be a man like that. You knew he would never do it. Not now, not ever.

But still, the ache in your chest and the hollow sensation had you slotting yourself on the floor, arms wrapped around your knees in a way to comfort your own self before you're sniffling and muffling your cries against your thighs.

You sat there with no sense of time. All you know is that you've been there long enough for your bottoms to start hurting. And though your tears have dried leaving a streak on your cheeks, the pain and disappointment was still fresh in your head.

And then the front door opens before the padding of feet on the floor sounded off in the corner of the hall that connected the living space and the open kitchen.

“Y/N? Love?” Jude’s voice reached your ears before you even saw him, but it wasn’t long before his tall figure emerged from the shadows of the barely lighted room.

　

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When Jude reached the open space for your kitchen and living room, his heart broke at the sight of you sat on the floor with your phone beside you, arms wrapped around your body as you stared at the wooden flooring of the house.

Jude immediately knew he fucked up, big time. And though he didn't like what happened, it still happened and there’s nothing he can do to change that. But what he can do right now is to make it up to you, assure you that there’s nothing going on, that there’s nobody else but you, that he would never cheat, not to anyone and especially not to you. And he starts doing just that by approaching you with slow steps. In his sixth step though, you stopped him by asking one question that had him pausing entirely from his tracks.

“What happened?”

Jude breathed a sigh of partial relief. Although the circumstance wasn’t an ideal one to begin with for him to be washed away with the relief slowly soothing his chest, he’s not yet explained his side of the story and reassure you that the things you probably already saw on the internet isn’t what it seems. So Jude hesitantly sits down beside you on the floor, leaning his back against the cold marble of the kitchen counter.

“There were these girls wanting to take pictures with us ’n I didn’t really put too much thought into it at first, never even had a single thought that she’d kiss me in the process but it happened.” Jude sighs, wincing at memory. “Then the guys reprimanded their groupㅡcouldn’t recall the entire conversation if I’m bein’ honest... was still stuck inside ma head to fully comprehend what’s happening.”

You didn’t say anything at his explanation, fiddling instead with the loose ends of your shirt and refused to meet his eyes.

The relief Jude felt earlier slowly washed away, replacing it was the dread that built up in the pit of his stomach and the anxiety that had his hands shaking.

“I didn’t want it to happen love, I swear to you I didn't want it to happen...” He whispers, hands aching to reach out to you but instead he lets them sit over his thighs. “I don’t want to lose you, please believe me...”

A hundred million thoughts ran inside Jude’s head as your silence prevailed, most of which were inclined to the doom of the relationship that he wanted to last until the very end. It was not a good look on him, he knows that. But somewhere deep down he knows that you knew him enough to gauge his character that he would never do such thing. Jude believes that you would never doubt his loyalty to you, but at the same time looking at the situation in entirety and even though he never wanted for it to happen, anything was plausible to play out even the negative scenario playing inside his head. Because even though Jude didn’t want it doesn't mean the current issue never happened.

“Y/N...? Babe please say something...” Jude leaves his spot beside you before kneeling down in front of you. “I would you rather swear at me just please... say anything-”

“I’m hurt Jude.”

Your words pulls at his heartstrings and making him stop his sentence.

“I’m hurt and disappointed and angry...” There is a drag at the end of your words, almost as if you're trying to prolong the impending end of the relationship. At this, Jude almost scrambles on his feet to ask you to listen, to tell you that he’s got the guys to back his story up because that’s what really happened or better yet, convince you to visit the club with him so they can ask for security footage when it happened. He was ready to do just anything so you don’t break up with him, but what leaves your lips next had him slotting his large frame in between your legs, head on your chest and arms around your waist.

“But I know you... and I know you would never cheat on me, and I trust you. Denise will give you a lifetime’s worth of ass-whooping if you did that.” The last sentence was meant to be a joke, a playful jab to ease down the tense atmosphere but instead of it having that effect, Jude was on your chest and muffling his sniffs.

You simply cradle him against you, leaning your head against his before you're running your fingers through his curls. “I trust you Jude... it’s okay... it’s okay baby...”

“I thought you were gonna leave me.” He says against your chest, arms tightening around you. “I was so scared...”

You plant a kiss on his head. “I would never. I thought you knew me better than that to think that I would immediately believe posts like that on the internet.”

“Yeah well... I wouldn’t be surprised if you did, that wasn’t a good look innit?”

“Definitely wasn’t, but I believe you.”

Jude raises his head from your chest before a few feet shuffling down the hall from the entrance of your home sounded off against the walls. There, Trent and Henderson emerges from the hall just like Jude did earlier.

Their eyes widen for a split second seeing you and Jude on the floor, arms around one another.

“So I take it that you guys are okay?” You both nod to Trent’s query.

“We’re still hearing the wedding bells mate, they're fine.” Henderson adds before the two of them are ranting about their experience with those girls not too long ago, all with hand movements and loud booming voices that was definitely a pale comparison to the calm night that you were hoping for.

　

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The next day comes and accompanies it was the shrill sound of Jude’s phone ringing early in the morning.

He was still trending on Twitter but this time, with a new clarification to his name.

Head against his bare chest, he scrolls through multiple posts from different Twitter users who reposted a video from last night’s event in a different yet very helpful angle. In the short clip spanning not even longer than 3 minutes showed Jude and the still yet unnamed girl posing in front of the camera. It also showed the other guys who were also taking pictures at that time before the girl slotted her lips against Jude’s that had them rushing off to their mate who by then was already being shielded by Henderson.

The conversation wasn’t audible in the clip but the unmistaken heated faces of the guys says enough for you. The video ended with the camera panning back to Jude who was seated back inside the booth, in daze and very much unaware of his surrounding as he stares at the wooden table in front of him.

“Such an unfortunate thing her entire circle of friends defended her...” Jude scoffs at your comment.

“I’m betting they planned it all beforehand, quite pathetic really.” He kisses your head before closing his phone and letting his back land on the plush bed, dragging you with him on top. He wraps an arm around you as you adjust so you're laying next to him. “And this is why I’ll never go out without you ever again.”

“Well what if it's the boy’s night out at Harry's?”

“Katie loves you doesn’t she?” You nod your head hesitantly. Jude simply hugs you tighter, throwing a leg over your hip. “Then it’s settled, I’m bringin’ you anywhere I go.”

You roll your eyes before patting him on the chest. “Nice try big guy but I have classes and other things going on.”

You receive another kiss on the head and a cheeky reply from that as Jude smiles. “Well... I’ll find ways to sort that out but for now, stay here with me.”

“Always Jude... always.”

a/n: i have an upcoming photoshoot from 26th of this month up until the 30th so i’m trying to finish all the requests sent in my asks but man, my finger cramps are such a buzzkill 😭

#☆ i4bellingham writes. #☆ jude bellingham #jude bellingham #jude bellingham fanfiction #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham scenario #jude bellingham x fem!reader #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham imagines #jude bellingham angst #jude bellingham fanfic

[vienssunshine]

Comfortable?

pairing: Maki Zenin x Reader nsfw word count: 1k content warning: suggestive physical touch/speech, alcohol/drunkenness author’s note: Rewatching season one to prepare for the pain of season two. At least there's Maki!

A layer of haze separates you from the lively party that's taken over Panda’s dorm room. You sway along with the music, basking in the delightful, buzzing warmth that fills your chest. 

However, when the glass bottle centered in the circle of your sorcerer friends spins and stills pointed in your direction, you sober up.

Nobara squeals, clapping her hands together. “Yes! It hasn’t been their turn in forever!”

“I don’t think they’ve gone once,” Megumi comments, taking a sip from his drink. 

"So what will it be?" Nobara asks you, "Truth? Or dare?” 

The first-years are great, but it’s hard to have high expectations for the truths or the dares they’ll ask of you, especially when this is their first party ever. You finish what's left of your seltzer. “Easy, dare.”

“Salmon.” Toge gives an approving nod. 

“What’re you gonna dare ‘em to do?” Itadori exclaims, leaning over Megumi to face Nobara, his eyes wide. 

“I don’t know! What do you think?” she responds with an enthusiastic grin. 

“Calm down, you’re gonna spill my drink,” Megumi groans, pushing a too-eager Itadori out of his personal space.

“This dare better not be as lame as the last ones,” Maki says, sitting back on her hands.

“You might be asking too much,” you say, and she returns the grin you give her, sending a flash of heat through your body.

“Fine,” Nobara scowls, “We’ll come up with a good one.” 

Itadori and Nobara crawl behind Megumi and begin to furiously whisper to each other. So much talking and they’ll probably just ask you to prank call Gojo or chug the rest of your drink. You’d be fine with anything, as long as it doesn't involve her. 

Your eyes run over Maki, she’s leaning back on her palms with a beer by her side. There’s a pink flush spread across her elegant features, no doubt from the impressive amount of alcohol she’s consumed tonight. She looks more entertained than usual as she watches Nobara and Itadori wrap up their debate. You realize you’ve been staring when her golden eyes catch yours, so you divert your gaze, instead looking over to the scheming first-years. When you do, the evil smiles spread across their faces make you question your selection of 'dare'.

The warning glare you give Nobara does nothing to stop her from gleefully announcing the product of their discussion: “Your dare is to sit in Maki’s lap for the rest of the game!” 

To anyone else, the dare is mild, only a little more scandalous than the ones they’ve given so far, and yet, it sends a panicked thrum of your heart splintering through your body. You quickly strangle the sensation; you’re in front of everyone—in front of Maki—so you have to play it cool. With a roll of your eyes, you respond, “C’mon, that was the best you could come up with?” like the request was as boring as heading to the kitchen and grabbing someone another drink. 

“Yep. It’s the dare we chose,” Nobara responds, too smug for your liking.

Pushing down a retort—it would only raise suspicion—you cross the circle of your jeering peers over to Maki. She's sitting on the floor with her legs spread wide and watching you move closer, her gaze piercing. You stop right in front of her; you’re not sure how to go about this.

The smirk that’s been present since the dare was revealed hasn’t wavered. “Go on, you can sit down,” she says.

“You got it!” Panda cheers.

“Shouldn’t be hard, right?” Nobara chimes in.

“Not hard at all,” you respond. You press your lips together, turn, and lower yourself to the ground between Maki’s thighs, sitting cross-legged. Satisfied, the onlookers turn their attention to the next victim of the bottle, Panda. 

Unlike them, you can’t just move on from the dare, you’re required to sit in Maki’s lap for the rest of the game which, though you worked hard to not betray it, is a lot for you. 

Already you’re having so much trouble. You’re in shorts, so you can feel the fabric of Maki’s cargo pants on your knee. And through that fabric, you can feel the thick muscle of Maki’s thighs. Worse, if you move back any further you’d-

Maki takes the weight off her hands and sits up, pressing her chest to your back. Your eyes widen as her hands thread underneath your arms so they’re resting in your lap, fingertips just barely grazing the exposed skin of your thighs.

“Comfortable?” Maki whispers the words centimeters from your ear. You tighten up, overwhelmed by her sudden closeness. It feels like her body is surrounding yours. 

Thankfully, after a second, you remember how to breathe, and then how to talk. “Yeah, I’m fine. Uh, is this okay for you?” 

“More than okay,” she responds. 

Your mind is spinning, but, at the same time, there’s a tingly, giddy sensation filling your stomach, a reminder of how you’ve wanted this, wanted her. 

“Then, is it okay”—you cover her hand with yours, committing it to your thigh and guiding it closer to the space between your legs—“if I do this?”

With her mouth so close to your ear, you can hear her breath hitch at your daring. 

“You’re teasing me, pretty girl,” she purrs.

“Like you haven’t done the same to me?” you retort, looking over your shoulder with a smirk. You note that the flush on Maki’s face has deepened despite her not having drank anything more. 

“Alright, then let’s settle this,” she challenges.

“Fine, let’s,” you agree before turning back to the group, saying, “I’ll be right back."

"You're not copping out on the dare, are you?" Nobara frowns.

"Nope, just going to the bathroom.” 

You untangle yourself from Maki’s arms, get up from the floor, and head down the hall. When you glance behind you, heat twists in your stomach as you see that Maki has excused herself from the party as well and is following you to the bathroom, her cat-like eyes hungry for more. 

#maki zenin x reader #zenin maki #maki x you #maki x reader #maki zenin #maki zenin smut #maki zenin x you #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you

[baddiewiththebook]

ONE OF THEM [PART 3]

-> Dating your best friend Eddie Munson might have been pictured differently in your head. Despite a blissful weekend, you’re met with a few bumps in the road; and, your friends slowly figure out that what you're doing in private crosses the boundaries between friend and lover.

-> eddie munson x you (she/her)

-> friends to lovers, secret relationship, angst

-> warnings - strong language and suggestive scenes [no smut]

[Part 3] [Part 4]

This is a sequel to One of the Boys

-> <-

“This is a thing,” Robin nudges you in the side as you walk side by side down the bustling school hallway. “You’re not just fooling around, are you?”

She hasn’t let you and Eddie leave her mind all morning. Hell, you've been dreaming about him for years, and now you're - you're what? Robin has been pressing for an answer all morning.

“Robin,” you stop in front of the cafeteria. “Are you going to be able to keep this quiet?”

“For you,” she says. “Anything. But, tell me?”

You sigh. “Eddie and I kissed on Friday. He took me out on Saturday, and on Sunday he took me out to sight see.”

“See what?” Robin suggests.

“We haven’t done that yet.”

“You’ve crossed some lines though, right?” She pries at your locked lip.

Robin catches you, as you stumble back a few feet. Twisting around, Jason’s got a smug smirk decorating that ugly mug of his.

“You’re in my way,” he says plainly.

You huff out some lame retort like, “you don’t own the halls.”

“I heard,” his steaming breath hits your face when his eyes level with yours. “Roxie’s looking for you.”

“Why?” You ask dumbly.

Jason licks his lips and says, “Well, you know how rumors start. I heard that you were giving the freak a handy in the parking lot.”

Another rumor swirling in the hallways like a disease. It never ends in this school. Yet, your stomach drops in your butt.

“Oh,” he tuts. “And where would she get such a story like that? Here’s the thing toots, I’d never hit a woman. I guess that means I got to find someone who will.”

“Eat shit,” Robin shoves him away from you.

Jason balls his fists at his sides until his knuckles appear white. Not backing down, Robin argues her way into getting him to leave both of you alone. Swearing and snarling, Jason tucks his tail between his legs and falls back to searching for his posse. They’re nothing without each other.

Staring into the stucco before you, you count the ridges of each uneven piece. You’re familiarizing yourself with the texture since that’s where your head will be on display, as a warning to Roxie’s future foes.

Robin drags you along with a, “Come on.”

As of recently, you’ve been sitting with Robin at her table of misfits at lunchtime. No one minds having you around, especially since the band is about in equal status as the ‘Hellfire Club’ table that you’re usually apart of. At least they’ll get a decent picture in the year book, and they won’t be completely doodled over.

Your belly growls, and Robin passes on half of a sandwich to you.

“‘Pretty sure it’s Steve’s lunch,” she senses your apprehension. “Just don’t tell Steve I failed that quiz this morning.”

“Deal,” you dig your hands into the soggy bread.

Steve and Robin - they’re friends or something of the like. You’ve never understood their dynamic, but maybe that’s because of the situation that you and Eddie find yourselves in. Someone always ends up falling for someone in the end, don’t they?”

“What’s the deal with you and Steve?” You ask the age old question.

Robin pulls a piece of lettuce from between the crushed buns. Before giving you somewhat of an answer, she cocks her head at an angle that suggests you’ve asked one too many times.

“We’re friends,” she blinks lazily at you.

“He looks like a nice guy,” you push.

She flings the soggy lettuce back into the bag it came from, “if he’s so nice, then why don’t you date him?”

Touché.

The chatter becomes everyday. Robin asks if you’re swinging by Family Video later, also implying that you might be too busy with other extra curricular activities. No, Eddie is scoring himself time to practice with his band after school today. You’re invited to watch, but you’re keeping your distance still. He’s hurt you won’t come, but he tries not to let on despite the gloomy puppy dog eyes.

Soon enough, Eddie swings into the cafeteria like a monkey on a vine. His friends welcome him with a round of ‘hoo-rah!’ and various shouts that disrupt the average conversation. You’re staring for too long when Tommy Paterson begins making kissing faces with his thin chapped lips. He receives his outstanding award - a high five from Jason across the table.

“Ignore them,” Robin says to you.

You sink down into your seat in hopes to become invisible then. Their fake love spell turns into mocking snickers.

They’re a bunch of Neanderthals with no sense of self worth or the world around them. Surely, they’d combust if Jason didn’t drag them around by a leash. Especially, Tommy who breathed the same air as Jason did.

You’re thrown into orbit. Roxie’s palm slams into the lunchroom table. Here she is. There you are. And, now you’re sentenced to death. You’re sure.

Daring to look the executioner in the eye, Roxie has a softer glint about her than you’re used too. She’s toying with a silver chain around her neck coupled with a ‘R’ pendent.

“I think we got off on the wrong foot, and I’m sorry.”

What?!

“Okay,” you’re petrified that if you blink then she’ll take one of those sharp finger nails and poke you right in the eye.

Roxie commands the attention of the entire lunchroom. People bend to her. So, even when she aims herself at Robin, Robin does shimmy away at the thought of being sat upon.

“Some of my girlfriends and I are getting together for a sleepover on Friday night,” she explains as Robin weasels her way in to pinch the edges of the paper wrapping her sandwich came in and nudges it closer to her. Roxie ignores this, and continues. “You should come!”

“Er,” you’re hoping to spend Friday with Eddie because he’s got a date planned.

“Listen,” she grabs your hand in hers. “I got the wrong message from Eddie. Maybe I did want something more, and he didn’t. So, what? Right?”

“Right,” you’re in a loop of one word answers, and you’re still afraid you might blow the lid to this teapot and suddenly boiling water is burning your skin.

“You can come too, Robin,” she suggests, while Robin is mid-bite into her sandwich. Her cheeks are swollen like a chipmunk.

You want to bow out, but with the second half of your brain stuffed with bread and cheese (Robin is about to choke herself trying to swallow the sandwich in time to rescue you), you’re stuck trembling at the girl like she’s got the gun to your head. There has to be a catch. She’s going to superglue your eyes shut when you fall asleep! Tie you to a train! Or, use her secret connections with the Russian government to send you to the moon!

You’re sure one of those three is right.

“If it was any other night, I’d love to go,” you babble trying to buy time to search the files in your brain for an excuse. “But, I’ve got to-,”

“We’re doing a horror movie marathon,” Robin says through the last swallow. “Mhm- lot’s of gore and monsters.”

“Actually, that’s perfect,” Roxie claps. “Why don’t you come over with your favorites? I’m sure the girls wouldn’t mind getting spooked.”

“Of course they wouldn’t,” you mutter to yourself.

Roxie doesn’t hear this, and instead awaits for your answer that you simply cannot refuse.

“Friday,” you confirm.

She claps. “Seven o’clock! See you there!”

Raven hair swings like a waterfall. She floats and flutters away until she happens across a group of loners in need of their leader. That’s how Roxie works after all. She kept herself busy with as many people as possible. Somehow you’re roped in as well.

“We cannot go,” you tell Robin.

She shrugs. “Could be fun.”

“Could be fun?” You tug at the ends of your hair. A habit you picked up as a child, and never quite grew out of. “She’s planning something.”

“What’s the worst that Roxie could do?”

“I don’t know,” your tone is laced in sarcasm. “Steak me with a kitchen knife!”

“Too many witnesses,” Robin assures. “Even if she does, at least it’ll be on theme.”

Right.

“Horror movies?!” You scoff. “She screwed Eddie. You think she’s not into horror flicks?!”

“What would you have said?”

“I-,” good question. “That’s not the point.”

“What is the point?” Robin asks you directly. “The way I see this is that maybe she is trying to make peace.”

Maybe Robin is right. You’re far too paranoid for your own good sometimes. Actually, you prefer the term cautious to paranoid. Roxie acts emotionally sometimes, but the people she hangs around tend to be harmless. But, then again, the cheerleaders love her, and they hate Eddie equally if not more. They could wring out what they want to know like a court of law, and sign your death penalty.

Again, you’re cautious.

“I’ll go,” you decide. “But, only if you come with me.”

Robin doesn’t take a minute to think about it. She wouldn’t send her friend into the lions den without a sword to protect you. Not that Robin is great defense, but she’ll be there chewed up and spit out with you.

You catch Eddie’s eye across the cafeteria. Curious. Full of wonder.

Eddie’s gone out in space wondering what your conversation with Roxie was about. Earlier, she crept up on him like a black widow. She apologized for throwing her shoes at him. This sort of apology from a girl like her only meant that she was screwing Jason in passing again. Yeah, Carver is a douche. Eddie feels some guilt towards his girlfriend, Chrissy, who is the only person that doesn’t know or perhaps doesn’t acknowledge her partner’s lack of faith in their relationship.

“Munson,” Gareth snaps his fingers in his friend’s face.

Gareth is taken aback when Eddie hums softly instead of getting that piercing eye stare that glosses over when anyone interrupts his thinking. Don’t get him twisted, Eddie’s great - he’s just intense.

Dustin catches this too, “you feeling okay, man?”

“I’m great,” Eddie picks between the peas and carrots on the food tray in front of him. “What’s up?”

“Can we reschedule the campaign to next Friday? I have a project in English that’s due on Monday,” Dustin tests Eddie’s patience. He knows how vital Eddie’s campaigns are.

“Sure, man,” you‘ve thrown your wrappers away in the trash. “I’ll see you guys later.”

In Eddie’s daydream, he doesn’t catch onto the strange looks coming from his friends. He’s taken step after step following after you. You’re headed to the library where he always catches you in your free time. Fond memories of him picking books out from the shelves, and asking if you’ve read them yet. Yet. Because he knows you will read them, he reads them ahead of you so that you’ll have something to talk about. Even if they’re complicated, and Eddie can’t pronounce all of the words, he treats what you and he had like a silly little book club. You’ll teach him all of the metaphors, and the hidden messages that he’s missing.

You’re dropping your backpack on an empty table in the library when a pair of strong hands snake across your waist and warming your belly.

“Eddie,” your cut off by his lips pressing against yours when you turn around. Mumbling his name again, Eddie pulls away.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look in that outfit, today?” He catches the fabric of your old t-shirt.

“I was running late,” you roll your eyes. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“No,” his fingers find their way under the back of your shirt and resting at the base of your spine. “I mean it. You look really sexy.”

How long would it take for you to get used to him calling you sexy? Judging by the weakness in your bones today is not the day.

“Eddie,” you warn. “We’re in a public school library. Do you want to get us in trouble?”

“Oh, but it would be so worth it,” he breathes hot against your mouth, then kisses along your cheek softly and onto the lobe of your ear.

At least the spot you’ve chosen is far away enough from the front desk, where Mrs. Brown can’t see you being fondled dangerously close to crossing every boundary and breaking every rule.

“Eddie,” you say more seriously. “Eddie.”

“I do love hearing my name coming from those pretty little lips,” he backs off. “So, what’s got you in the library today?”

“Ah,” you pluck your textbook from your backpack. “Studying.”

He groans.

“You should try it sometime,” you tease.

“Har-har,” he pulls out the chair next to you. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” you would pull a million dollars out of thin air for him with those puppy dog eyes he pulls.

“What was Roxie talking to you about?” He wonders.

“Oh,” you snort. “Get this. She wants me to come to a sleepover.”

“A sleepover?” Eddie’s as astonished as you are. “What for?”

“Girls night,” you organize your papers, and your books. “She even apologized to me.”

“Apologized?” He’s as bad as a parrot. Shock reads clear across his alabaster skin.

“Robin’s coming too,” you skim the next part over like ripping a band-aid off. “It’s at seven on Friday.”

“Wait,” he shimmies himself out of shock. “I was going to take you out on Friday. We could go bowling.”

“Bowling,” your face screws.

“Or- not-,”

“No!” You fix a smile together. “Bowling sounds great, but I wonder if we could put it off? This might be a really good opportunity to smooth things over with Roxie.”

“Oh, God.”

“Don’t worry,” you giggle at the thought. “There’s nothing she knows about you that I don’t- erm-.”

You’re blushing. Eyes wide open. ‘Got you rethinking about what you and Robin were discussing earlier. Hot and heavy as your relationship is, you haven’t gotten there yet.

Taking your hand in his, Eddie strokes along the lines of your palm. He doesn’t want to disappoint you. Or, maybe there’s a looming fear that if the relationship ends that you and he will become even closer friends. If the two of you- when the two of you cross that bridge, you’ll be somewhere new. No map. No directions. You’ll trust the road to be smooth.

“We can reschedule bowling,” Eddie half jokes just to press the conversation along.

“Bowling,” you snort.

What other things does he have planned?

-> <-

tags: @stardustingold @loves0phelia @ogoc-19 @hellfirenacht @blackholegladiator @alligator-person @eggo-segual @rustboxstarr @harmfulb1tch

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson preference #stranger things fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic

[ashsostrange]

hey y'all so i wasn't initially planning on talking about what rashad posted earlier today bc it's literally all bullshit, but i might as well! i’m not actually tripping over anything that’s going on. if anything, i’ve been laughing my ass off all day at this foolishness.

this is gna be long as hell, so don't even grab popcorn, i suggest a five course meal.

for some background, rashad became mutuals w this girl. right off bat, he’s making hella race jokes ab this girl being white. i b doing the same, but with my FRIENDS. people i am CLOSE WITH. and i don’t over do it because that’s lame and annoying. anyway, she eventually stated that she was uncomfortable and rashad blamed his behavior on the fact that he was on pain meds. she eventually blocked him and told one of her mutuals, and to rashad, that’s her “spreading rumors” about him. he did the most on his page and in ppls inboxes crying and complaining, saying he was gna eat glass and shit.

so now let’s look at his fuckass post:

number one, how can a rumor be started about you if nobody.. knows you? like, you are not a celebrity. nobody talks about you. and nobody was talking about you “being on drugs” other than the girl you made uncomfortable and her two mutuals. i know you send yourself anons too. you make it seems like anyone actually cares about your “hot takes” for some strange reason. don’t even try to deny it, bc there’s no way you’re getting more anon msgs than my friends with larger platforms than yours.

you’re also messier than a mf, sending your own mutuals anon msgs. me and lia know you were the one sending her anon msgs bc she blocked you, and you know it too! talking ab how her username is “corny” then reblogging the posts of her clocking your ass??? acting like it wasn’t YOU.

you tried to turn two writers who were already arguing against each other even more. we sat there and defended your ass even though you were the anon the entireeee time. you made a post saying “war has begun” to try and get us to attack bree’s friend. your weird ass stayed in that girl’s inbox after i told you to block her instead of doing the most. you’re lame and you’re bored.

it doesn't matter if you tagged her or not, you still said it. sliding into sb's inbox and telling 'em you're going to eat glass bc you made someone else uncomfortable is ABSURD. it doesn't matter if it isn't my drama, if i see bs ima say something, and there isn't a thing in the world you can do about it. your "rants" are a form of guilt tripping/manipulation. you're trying to victimize yourself and make us feel bad for you. well, we do not! i checked you once on discord. you said thank you. you said you were going to make an apology, but in that same “apology”, tried to justify your actions. i clocked that and unmutualed you. you then went to lia talking ab some "tell ash i said thanks for checking me" nd now you switched up. your thanks was revoked. all of a sudden, you're the victim again. all of a sudden, i’m ableist?? okayyyy niggaaaaaa 👎 boooo

you say you're "blocking me for your safety" when i wasn't even planning on talking ab your lame ass again. i won't baby you about your behavior because you're not a goddamn baby! and yes, you CANNOT be the victim every time. you bitch and whine on your page when you get into it with somebody, and unless we're defending you, you don't want us getting involved! it doesn't work like that. nobody else was calling you out, so me n my girls did.

idk why my name stays steady coming out of your mouth. my "daily activities" that i "broadcast" are what i ate for lunch/dinner and complaining about school. you run your mouth about all sorts of mess. you put every aspect of your life on your blog. we are not the same, so don't even try to make it seem that way. the people on my blog that i don't talk to outside of tumblr don't know everything about me. you cry in people's inboxes unwarranted and say explicit shit with tw's in your TAGS. i'll say what we're all thinking, NOBODY IS TRYNA SEE ALL THAT!!! coming from someone who struggles with mental health, venting on tumblr will not do anything for you. these people are not licensed professionals. invest in a diary, don't you have a boyfriend to vent to?

you are quite literally the only one looking for drama. we never defended that girl bc we don't know her.. we know you though. and you were venting about catty, but i never said ALWAYS, so don't lie in my face like i'm stupid bc i'm not. ion know what you thought you were doing with the last part, but god bless.

i am a good person my nigga, i don't need confirmation! i know who i am. if you're debating suicide because you're confused about something, you just need to get off the mf internet bro. it’s never that serious. you're not gna sit here and tell me you were debating suicide bc me n my girls put you in your place. you made your own mental worse by refusing to take accountability.

he also made an edit saying he has nowhere else to go… if you have nowhere else to go, then i'd be happy to buy you a damn journal so you can write in there and leave the rest of us the hell alone. and there isn't shit to be sorry about bc you're not putting jack shit on me, all of it is on you. you wna be everything but wrong. 🚶‍♀️should’ve just kept it cute and kept it quiet.

allat being said, good riddance, r*shad. leave me and everybody else alone! and if you fw him, then there’s the door 👉🚪 good riddance to you too.

#ash spills 🌺 #rashadisoverparty #LMFAOOO #you were dealt w #don't try it again lil nigga

[emometalhead]

This is the most upset I've ever been about my birthday. I love my birthday. It's one of my favorite days of the year. I always look forward to it. This year has been so wrong though. Everyone keeps trying to tell me how important this birthday is. So I tried to make plans with my friends even though they've been kind of sucky friends lately. Still, seeing my friends is a birthday tradition and I miss them. Everyone had a lame excuse for why they couldn't make it (I gave them a full month notice. I know where they work. They could've requested the day off if they really wanted to come.) or they just straight up didn't respond. My family keeps trying to switch around the days that we are celebrating. No, I don't want to get pizza from the place that I don't even like on my birthday. We agreed to go to one of my favorite restaurants on my birthday, but now apparently that's too much work. I've had multiple people suggest alternate plans and then back track. I'm just so tired. I've never cried like this about my birthday before. Honestly if no one had suggested anything, I would've been fine just staying home and not doing anything special. Everyone just had to set all of these expectations about how important this specific birthday is, and then no one could commit to actually trying to help me have a nice birthday. This sucks a lot.

#sorry for the rant #I'm just sad and frustrated #like seriously the only thing I asked for was to have avocado egg rolls on my birthday #that's literally the only thing I asked for #I didn't ask for gifts or to go to an event #and now it just seems like everyone I know has decided I'm not actually important enough for all of these grand things they decided #I was so excited for my birthday and now I'm low key dreading it #this week is so stressful and busy because of school already and my emotions about this aren't helping #I hate it here #of all the TS moments to relate to... please don't let it be having a 21st birthday clouded by disappointment for loved ones #ashley rants

[pensat-i-fet]

A Halloweeny date

Anyone you like ❤️

Word count: 2159

When you and your boyfriend were getting to know each other, he asked you about your hobbies. Your answer was anything horror related.

He thought it was cute. Dating a tough girl who wanted to watch scary movies. But he couldn't expect the extent of your obsession. However, he was about to really find out.

A couple of weeks before Halloween, you showed up at his house with a huge smile on your face.

"Someone is happy to see me", he said.

"Oh my God! I have the perfect Halloween plan for us!!"

"Halloween? I've never celebrated it. Do you want to watch horror movies or something?"

Watch horror movies or something? Lame.

"What? No, we could do that every other day. We are going on a trip!", you said, beaming. And then proceeded to show him the leaflet of the little town you had found and that was the perfect spooky escapade for the two of you.

"A ghost town? Are you serious?", he asked, eyebrow raised.

"Yes. I've always wanted to do something like this. But all my friends and exes thought it was a stupid idea. You don't think it's stupid, right?", you said, puppy eyes ready to convince him.

"Tell me the whole plan".

He really couldn’t say no to your puppy eyes.

And so you did. You had it all planned to the last detail. 

First, you'll be going on a ghost town tour. Some of the locations looked stunning, and perfect to turn your IG feed into spooky perfection. Then, you'll go to the cabin you had rented in the middle of the woods. That was the perfect place for all the other activities planned. But you didn’t share many of those details with him yet, wanting to surprise him. 

"And maybe we can add a sexy spooky game to the list", you said to him.

"Yeah? What kind of game?", he asked you. Hearing the words sexy and game probably made him forget everything else you mentioned.

"I'll think about it", you said, kissing him. "So, do you want to come?"

He sighed. "Ok, let's do this".

"Yes yes yes!!!", you yelled, jumping in his arms. “You are the best!”

**

“Where is this town? We've been driving for so long”, complained your boyfriend while you drove to your destination.

“Stop complaining! We're almost there”.

“Is it a ghost town because everyone that sets foot here gets killed?”, he said, looking outside at the scenery. “This looks a bit too creepy for my liking”.

“Of course it does. They make it look creepy to fit the theme. You really are terrible at spooky stuff”, you laughed.

When you arrived, you parked near the entrance of the tour. It all looked so good!

“Where are we staying? Near this area?”

“That’s a surprise!”, you said, kissing your boyfriend. “You won’t believe how amazing the place I rented is”.

And then took his hand so he would follow you.

“Ah!”, he screamed for the 10th time when a spiderweb touched his arm.

“Babe, you are overdoing it a bit”, you laughed.

“This is creepy. And I don’t like the feel of spiderwebs. It’s too dark and I can’t see them”.

“You are the one who said this was lame when we went to the first house and now you’re terrified”, you said with a smirk, you loved seeing him being such a baby. He was always the tough footballer. Well, it was your turn to be the tough one today. 

“That sexy game you promised me better be good”, he said, hugging you from behind and kissing your neck.

“You won’t be disappointed. Now take a photo of me in front of this. It's going to look so cool".

An hour later, you finally made it out of the last house and reached the shop.

“Should we buy each other Halloween presents?”, you suggested.

“That’s not a thing, love. No one buys Halloween presents”.

“We could make it our thing. Who cares about rules?”

So you ended up buying him a t-shirt, even though you knew it was you who’ll end up wearing it while you stayed at his place, and he bought you a skeleton necklace that you started to wear the moment you got out of the shop.

“Okay then. Time to go to our home for the day”, you winked.

“Should I be scared?”

“Of me? Never”, you said with an evil laugh.

"A cabin? In the middle of the woods?", he said when he finally saw your destination.

"Yes. Here no one will hear you scream".

"Ha ha".

But when you got inside he was actually impressed. The cabin was gorgeous and had a huge fireplace you were ready to use to set the mood and to help with the October chill.

"Aww, they bought everything I asked for", you said, checking the bags that were in the kitchen. “I’ll leave the best review when we leave”.

"What is that?"

"Ingredients for our cooking and some drinks for a game, maybe?", you said, wiggling your eyebrows.

"Oh, you are getting me drunk before killing me. So nice of you", he said, making you laugh. "This place is amazing. Slightly terrifying because we’re in the middle of nowhere, but amazing. Like you".

His compliment made you so happy. You put your arms around his neck to bring him closer so you could kiss him and let him know how much his words meant to you. 

"This is only sweets?", he asked, checking the bags.

"In the bags, yeah. There is real food in the fridge. Don't worry. I just thought we could make some homemade Halloweeny sweets. There are so many recipes online".

"Sounds fun. And I'm too far away from civilization for my coach to know".

"I'll help you burn the calories later", you winked.

You picked up a few recipes, including the marshmallow ghosts and some simple cookies also in the shape of a ghost that you could have fun decorating with the frosting. Kid's stuff but it's not as if you knew how to do much better when it came to baking.

"We can eat this while watching a movie".

"I thought watching a movie was a lame plan for today", he said.

"Just watching a movie is lame. But of course we have to watch one. I already picked the perfect one", you said, getting the DVD out of your bag and showing him the cover.

"Cabin in the woods? Really? Let me guess. It's about people in a cabin in the middle of the woods who get killed".

"Kinda. But it's not that great. Bit of a guilty pleasure, you know? And it's not that scary either. Oh, and it has Chris Hemsworth in it!"

"Really? Are we partially watching it because of him?"

"Nah, he doesn't even take his shirt off. That's the scariest part of the movie", you said, faking a shiver and making your boyfriend laugh.

"I'll take my shirt off for you", he said giving you a kiss.

"Much much better than Hemsworth".

Once you had your pizza and your sweets ready to be consumed, you moved to the sofa to watch the movie.

“Zombies? Really?”, said your boyfriend looking at you with a big smile. He told you many times before that the only movies he wasn’t scared of were zombie movies, so you picked that one as a thank you to him for playing along with all the other activities you had planned.

“Ok”, you said as the movie ended. “How about you get the fireplace going while I get everything ready for our game?”

“Ok…”.

You could notice his eyes following you. He was intrigued about what you had planned and you were really hoping he wouldn’t find it disappointing.

“So”, you started, putting all the things on the table. “I thought about doing a little quiz. And if we get the question wrong, we have to do something out of a few options”.

“I’m listening”.

“Well, just stripping was going to make the game end too quickly. We aren’t wearing much”, you laughed. “So that’s one of the options, which is highly encouraged if it’s you answering wrong. But also we could take a shot”, you said, showing him the tequila bottle. “Or we can do a little bit of drawing”.

“Drawing?”, he asked you, confused.

“Yes. I got this glow-in-the-dark body paint and thought we could paint each other. And then when we go to the dark for other types of playing…well, we’ll get to see our creations”.

“Only you could come up with that idea”, he laughed. “But I love it”.

Your smile was so big it almost occupied your entire face.

“But”, he said. “It can’t be a horror quiz because you’ll have a big advantage”.

“I thought about that too. I’ll ask you horror movie questions and you’ll ask me football questions”.

“You’re kidding”, he said, laughing so hard you frowned.

“I know. I know…I only know the name of your team and the stadium where you play. I’m the one at a disadvantage. That’s how much I love you. I could easily make it so I win and get to do whatever I want to you”.

“Oh, you’ll get to do whatever you want to me later”, he said, grabbing you by the waist and putting you in his lap before kissing you. “And I love you too. Should we start?”

You went back to your seat and put everything in front of you so it’d be easy to reach whenever you needed it.

“Ok, let’s start with an easy one”, he said, forcing you to make a face. “Kinda. Which team has won the most leagues in England?”

“Manchester City”, you said, remembering that was the team that won the last one. So they at least had one.

“No, Manchester United”.

“That’s what I said. Manchester”, you complained.

“City and United are not the same. It’s like…”, he thought of an example you could understand. “Like an original movie and a remake. Like the Nightmare on Elm Street one”.

That made you shudder. “And who’s the crappy horrible shouldn’t exist remake? City or United?”

“Depends who you ask”, he laughed.

“Ok, as a punishment for missing. Though I was very close, I must add. I’ll choose a shot!”

You licked the salt off your hand, took the shot and then saw your boyfriend with a lime wedge in his mouth. You laughed and crawled towards him to get the lime and then get a kiss too since you were already there.

“Your turn! Who’s the first character killed in the original Scream movie?”

“Oh, easy. Drew Barrymore’s”.

“Wrong!”

“What?”, he said, shocked. “It is her!”

“It’s her boyfriend Steve. Everyone forgets poor Steve. Your punishment?”

“I’ll take my shirt off”.

“Who won the last World Cup?”, was the next question for you.

“Eh…England? No, I would have noticed. Wait! Brazil!”

“Wrong, it was France”.

“Of course it was. Ok…how about you draw something on me?”

And so he moved you closer to him to try and draw a ghost on your thigh. The drawing itself wasn’t great, but he kept on tickling you with the brush and his fingers and made you laugh. He looked so cute all concentrated that you couldn’t help but give him little kisses. Even though he complained about you distracting him, you knew he didn’t mind at all. 

Forty minutes later, you were both sitting in just your underwear, slightly tipsy and with all types of drawings all over your body. After getting a Champions League question wrong, you asked for another glowy tattoo and so your boyfriend got to work. 

“Turn around”, he said.

“But I wanna see”.

“Turn around”.

And so you did. His cold hand moved from your neck all along your spine, making you shiver in the best way possible. When he got to your bum, he took advantage of you wearing a thong to draw on one of your bum cheeks. He gave it a little squeeze and a kiss when he was done.

When you turned back to face him, you stopped him from going back to his seat.

“You know. I’m tired of this game now, maybe we should move to the next one”.

“Should we go see how we glow in the dark?”, he laughed.

“Yeah…and to see how smudge-proof this paint really is”.

**

Hours later, you lay in each other’s arms and you couldn’t believe how happy you were at that moment. Today had really been the perfect day.

"Thank you for being such a good sport and putting up with all my weird tastes. No one has ever made me feel like I’m not a weirdo for liking what I like until I met you. It means so much to me", you said. 

"I have to love all of you, don’t I? Happy Halloween, my love".

“Happy Halloween”.

#ruben dias #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias fluff #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias fanfiction #ruben dias x reader #eric dier #tyrone mings #john stones #kepa arrizabalaga #mason mount #mason mount imagine #mason mount x reader #mason mount fluff #scott mctominay #jadon sancho #trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold imagine #trent alexander arnold x reader #dominic calvert lewin

[starlostjimin]

Title: special delivery Fandom: Stray Kids Pairing: Han Jisung/f!reader Rating: PG WC: 583 Warnings: minor language, CRACK, fluff, lame pickup lines, extreme cheesiness ensues A/n: So @matchy6812 sent this prompts list and said she'd REALLY LIKE a skz fic for one of them because I make my hyperfixations everyone's problem. This is 99% crack so uh...have fun!

*****

“Hey, I’m putting in the pizza order,” y/n called over to Felix just as he started screaming at whatever computer game he happened to be losing at on the other side of the room. “Do you want anything specific?” 

“Yeah, put something stupid in the delivery instructions. I could use a laugh,” he said as he slammed his laptop shut. “This stupid Overwatch update is ridiculous,” he grumbled, going off on a mumbling rant y/n didn’t understand. 

Something stupid….y/n thought. Remembering a post she’d seen floating around the internet somewhere, she grinned and began typing in the special instructions box. 

Send your cutest delivery boy :) 

She added the last few items to the order and put in her payment information, then clicked the big, beautiful “place order” button that would bring pizza and cheesy bread into her currently sad, pizza-less world. “Thirty minutes, Felix,” she called out. “Wanna play Mariokart while we wait?” 

Her best friend’s face brightened at the suggestion. “Finally, a game I can win. Against you, at least,” he said with a wink. 

“Dream on, Lixie,” y/n said, turning on the Nintendo Switch and dropping onto the couch beside him. 

*****

Thirty minutes later on the dot, there was a loud rap at the apartment door. Y/n dropped her controller and jumped to her feet. “Thank every god ever,” she said happily. Heading for the door, she swung it open –

To find the cutest delivery boy she’d ever seen. 

Fuck. 

“Hi,” he said. “I’ve got your pizza here. Uh, we saw your delivery instructions, but I’m the only one working tonight. Sorry about that.” He chuckled and tried to balance the delivery bag on one arm as he scratched at the back of his head. 

Y/n lunged forward to grab the wobbling bag. “Oh no, uh, mission a-accomplished, I mean, uh, thanks for the pizza?” Heat rose in her cheeks as she repeatedly cursed herself while the delivery boy - whose name she hadn’t bothered to get - regained control of the delivery bag and started pulling out the steaming boxes. 

Luckily - good or bad, y/n didn’t know - Felix arrived at that precise moment. 

“Are you guys alright over here?” his voice was less worried and more amused, as he took in the guy standing in front of both of them. 

“Can you - grab - the stuff -” y/n said, her voice staccato as she attempted to regain some semblance of dignity. Felix obliged quickly, reaching around her to take the boxes of pizza and bread from the man standing in the doorway. 

“I’m gonna go put this on the table. Take your time,” Felix said in a singsong voice. 

“I’m gonna kill him,” y/n muttered under her breath. 

“I’m Jisung,” the delivery driver suddenly said. 

Y/n’s gaze snapped up suddenly. “Y/n,” she said. “Thanks for the pizza. And uh, for filling my request. Very well.” 

Jisung grinned. “My pleasure,” he said. “Though not as much as texting you later would be.” 

“That was horrible,” y/n groaned, though a grin spread across her face. “You’ll have to make it up to me later. I think you’ve already got my number.” 

“I’m not really supposed to use it that way, but what the boss doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Jisung said with a wink. “I’ve gotta get back but uh…yeah. Later. I promise.” 

10:00 pm.

Unknown Contact: I don’t normally deliver to the same person twice, but a promise is a promise ;) 

#stray kids #stray kids fic #han jisung #han #han x reader #jisung x reader #stray kids fluff #felix is there too #my writing #possumswrite

[lily-janus]

The Tired Braincells

Summary: Logan and Janus are done.

Pairing: platonic Loceit

Warnings: mentions of death jokingly, Remus being Remus, alcohol mentions, brief non graphic mention of high anxiety levels.

Word count: 913

@loceitweek2022 day 3 - Braincells/Lies and logic

"Remus, I know you think this is fun… for some reason… but you'll die, so no." Janus sighed, pinching his nose in exasperation.

Remus pouted. "But Janny! Death is fun!" He whined.

"And how do you know that if you can't actually do it without, you know, dying?" Janus crossed his arms over his chest.

Remus grinned. "Intuition." He cackled mischievously.

"Yeah… we're not burning the building and jumping from its roof a second before the flames eat us." 

Remus huffed. "Lame, but I guess you gotta be lame to be the one with the braincells." He grinned at Janus who merely rolled his eyes.

"Let's just watch a movie, you know, like sane people." He offered instead. He should have expected this to happen after he so foolishly asked Remus what he thinks they'll do tonight.

"Not with the movies I pick~" Remus sang with a wink and Janus shook his head, this is going to be a long night…

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This is going to be a long night…

Logan tried to take in the scene in front of him, but he's only able to come up with to describe this with is the single word "chaos".

Logan merely sighed. "Do I want to know?"

The three people in the - what used to be - room suddenly noticed him and froze.

"Hey… Logan… what a… whatcha doing here?" Roman plastered on a smile that Logan doubts will fool a baby.

"Just came back from work." The same work that is the only reason we can pay rent for this apartment…

"Oh! How was work, kiddo? Made some sweet puns for customers?" Patton chimed in nervously.

The only one not actively trying to ignore the mess was Virgil, though Logan suspects that's merely because his anxiety levels are incredibly high right now, which would make it quite impossible for him.

Roman took in Logan's silence and realized he's not going to indulge in their poor attempts at distraction. "I know it looks bad but-"

"I didn't ask for an explanation, I asked if I wanted to know the explanation. So, do I want to know?" Logan clarified.

"Oh… well in that case, you do not want to know." Roman smiled sheepishly.

Logan simply nodded. "That's what I thought. I'll put my things in my room and start cleaning, I suggest you both turn your efforts into calming Virgil." And with that, he walked off.

"That's why you're the braincell, teach!" Roman called after him.

Being the Braincell… What joy…

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"C'mon, Jan! Loosen up!" Remus took him by the shoulders and shook him.

Janus pushed him away. "I can't 'loosen up' because, as always, I'm the designated driver… not that I'll put any of this cheap alcohol in my body anyway." Janus rolled his eyes.

"I offered to be designated driver but you refused, so whose fault is that?" Remus reminded him.

Janus raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, cause last time you said you'll be you drank two full bottles of whiskey in like, 3 gulps, and puked all over the driver seat." Janus reminded him.

"Good times." Said Remus wistfully.

"Just go on there and do your thing, I'll be fine. Just don't do anything you would do!" Janus added but he was already gone in the crowd of sweaty, dancing people.

Janus sighed and leaned his cheek in his palm, this is going to be long and boring…

"Look! Another loner like you, Specs! Go mingle with your kind!" 

Janus suddenly heard before he saw someone pushed in his direction, he was wearing a formal suit and had glasses that he was currently fixing on his face.

"Your friends dragged you here too?" Janus asked and the man nodded with a sigh.

"They don't really want me here they just need me to be the designated driver."

"Designated driver." They said together.

They looked at each other for a moment, then smiled slightly as the man took a seat at his table.

They talked for a while, mainly complaining about their friends and the shenanigans they always have to get them out of.

"They'll be dead by now without us huh?" Janus mused.

"Most certainly, or at the very least they'll be thrown in jail." The man, who he learned was named Logan, agreed.

"Hey! Get back here!"

Janus sighed. "Speaking of which, here comes my very sane friend, looks like I gotta run before I have to bail him out… again. I'll see you later, Logan." He got up just in time for Remus to run past them and towards the exist, cackling with delight.

Janus ran towards his car and started the engine just as Remus rushed inside and he hit the gas paddle.

"Remus, can't you go through one party without messing with the security guards?" Janus asked as they drove away.

"Not my fault they're always out to catch me." Remus grinned.

"Yes, it is your fault actually-" but Janus heard loud snoring and realized his friend was already fast asleep. He shook his head. "Oh Remus…"

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"Where's that other nerd I hooked you up with?" Roman questioned when he and Patton finally grew tired of partying.

"He had to run… literally." Logan added with a tone of amusement.

"Did you have fun with him kiddo?" Patton asked with a smile.

"Yes, yes I suppose I did." Logan said, smiling slightly.

"Aww I'm so happy to hear that! Now let's go home and sleep!" Patton offered and his friend wholeheartedly agreed.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #janus sanders #loceit #platonic loceit #loceit fanfiction #sanders sides fan fiction #loceitweek2022 #day 3 Braincells/Lies and logic #Lily writes

[paxny]

1, 8, 9, 18, 19, 20, 26 for the top gun ask thing!

So I totally had to sit and stare at this in my inbox for a hot minute and digest the fact that it exists. Like, low-key tumblr still boggles my mind- some of my posts here have more notes than the number of likes I get on other platforms from people I know irl. It's weird. I love it. Anyway, super excited to play!

1. Who’s your favorite character & why are they your fave?

I'm really really obsessed with Iceman and Maverick. Not sure I could choose a single favorite character when they exist together. I love their dynamic, I love how deep both of their characters are, I love them individually but also how it feels like they complete each other. I absolutely ship them romantically, but even from a platonic viewpoint they're inseparable to me. (That probably answers other questions better than this one but) I'm also a literal goner for Rooster.

8. What would your callsign be?

I don't really know yet, honestly that question has been consuming a lot of my thoughts. Probably something completely lame and not cool. Most likely relating to my clumsiness, or one of my silly childhood nicknames. My mom used to call me Birdie and Squirrel, and sometimes she now (affectionately) calls me Creature when I do something silly/weird. I did take the funny little quiz that the movie's Insta account posted, and came up with "Colt" as my result (strangely fitting considering I was the Horse Girl...I was amused at least) but idk how accurate that is... If I come up with something cool I'll let you know? I will totally accept ideas and suggestions XD (my friend @brackish-kraken has been dragged into brainstorming with me since I started typing this up...so far they have come up with" Bobcat", "Alice", "Chipmunk", and various plays on my nickname [Rae>>"Rabies" ]. I hate that one, but that prob means that's actually what it would be.)

9. What’s your favorite scene in either movie?

The beach scenes. Absolutely the beach scenes. Also every time a Bradshaw makes a sarcastic remark under their breath/as an aside. And the scene at the end of TGM where Mav and Rooster steal the old F-14. have you figured out how indecisive I am yet?

18. Would you be a pilot or a RIO/WSO? If you’d be a pilot, would you work alone or have a RIO/WSO? If the latter, who would your RIO/WSO be? If you’d be a RIO/WSO, who do you want your pilot to be?

I think I'd be a pilot if only because I'm pretty sure I'd be a terrible backseat driver. I would probably go out of my mind if I was just along for the ride. I'm torn about having a RIO/WSO. I long for the kind of bond that we see between them and their pilots, and I would feel safer and more grounded with someone with me as a team. But also I would be terrified something would happen to them because I made a mistake.

19. What do you wish you’d see more of in Top Gun fandom

I would love to see more fanart, I'm an absolute sucker for fanart. I also am literally addicted to whump-y fics, and I've read a ton of great ones for these fandoms, but I'm rather insatiable. AUs and tropes that really hurt my favorite characters, and delve deep into what makes them tick, before slowly helping them heal and giving them a happy (usually) ending *chef's kiss* Hanahaki aus, arranged marriage aus, all the hurt/comfort, soulmates, pining, angst, whump, non-traditional a/b/o. Please just give me all the fics that will make me cry, they're so beautiful and powerful, and these characters would suit them so well.

20. Is there anything you’d delete from canon?

Besides the obvious fix-it-fic line of thinking where I don't let Goose die? I would erase Charlie and Maverick's romantic relationship. I really didn't like it that much, I was much more invested in other relationships and friendships. I felt like theirs was unstable and rushed, and unnecessary to the plot. I think they would've made better flirty bffs. That's just me though.

26. What’s your favorite line from the movies?

"You can be my wingman anytime" "Bullshit. You can be mine" also a number of others from both movies, but that's what came to mind first.

#@the-hard-deck #top gun #top gun: maverick #ask game #icemav #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #bradley rooster bradshaw #nick goose bradshaw #charlie blackwood #im literally so indecisive #im sorry i didnt mean to ramble on that much #im so obsessed #top gun movie #this was really fun #we should do it again sometime #wingmen

[alondradina]

Domaystic day 25!

Prompt: Doctor's orders

Fandom: Dragon Age

Pairing: Solas/Ellana, Solas/Lavellan, Solavallen and a little bit of Isabela/Josephine

Rating: G

Modern day AU

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"You're serious?!" Isabela whisper-yelled, causing Josephine to shush her. Isabela shushed her back, going so far as to place a finger against the other woman's lips. Josephine licked it and Isabela giggled before asking, "You can be a history doctor? What do you do with a history doctorate?"

"Curate museums and write history books?" The librarian suggested with a smile. She leaned away from Isabela's finger and settled back into her chair. "He also has a master's degree in library sciences."

"That's so boring," Sera complained from under the table. She had been stringing brightly colored beads onto a plastic string, preparing to create a bead lizard keychain for her girlfriend, but she paused to glower up at Ellana. "Why is he always boring?"

"He's not always-"

Isabela cut Ellana off, "So he's actually Dr. Solas?"

"Technically he can be called that, yes. He prefers-"

"Dr. Solas it is!"

"Izzy-"

Sera laughed, poking her head out from under the table to join the conversation. "So it's 'Dr. Solas' orders' that you have to be home by seven for dinner, then?"

Izzy joined in the laughter, ignoring Ellana's exasperation. "'Dr. Solas' orders' that you can't have coffee after three?"

"He suggested that one time and I told him-"

"Does he tell you to eat your veggies?" Izzy teased. She winked at Josephine, starting her off in peals of laughter, before adding, "Drink lots of water?"

"I heard him tell her to drink more water!" Sera clambered all the way out to jab Ellana in the side. She picked up her friend's half full water bottle and tried to force it into her hand. "Doctor's orders, El!"

"Guys! This is-"

Josephine was laughing so hard that her chair was rocking. Hiccuping, she wiped tears from her eyes and smiled at Isabela. "Dr. Solas says-"

A polite cough came from behind her, and she almost fell on top of Sera in her haste to stand and turn around at the same time. Isabela caught her, and the Antivan leaned against the other woman for a moment. Getting her balance, she stepped towards her coworker. "Solas! I-"

"Greetings, Dr. Solas!" Izzy called out cheerfully, a wide, cheeky grin on her face. She tucked one of Josephine's arms through hers and held her close.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Isabela-"

"Hey, Dr. Solas! My knee pops when I jump on one foot and I-"

"Sera, I am not that sort of doctor."

"Of course you aren't! Can't be useful or anything," she complained, turning her back to him.

"Sera! He-"

"Come on! Spends all that time and money to get a doctorate-"

"There are many people who-"

"Oh, whatever," Sera grumbled, sliding back under the table to gather her beads, "You two can be lame together. History majors. Ugh."

Isabela shrugged when they faced her. She had released Josephine at some point. "Guess you guys were just meant to be."

"Thanks so much, Izzy," Ellana said, rolling her eyes, "glad we still have your approval, even after this most alarming discovery."

When Solas didn't chime in, she turned to find him in a whispered conversation with Josephine. Ellana could tell that the human was doing her best to look serious and attentive, but her dimples kept popping in and out of view as she struggled not to smile. Izzy likely wasn't helping her, though, as she was standing just behind Solas pretending to take notes on what he was saying.

Realizing the source of Josephine's distraction, Solas turned around and frowned at Isabela. She laughed in his face, grabbed Josephine's arm, and pulled her away.

He sighed and looked at Ellana. "They had to be told while I was working?"

"Don't look at me all disappointed," she said, rolling her eyes, "this is on Josephine."

"Josephine?"

"Yeah," Sera's muffled voice chimed in, "she and Izzy are flirting."

"Flirting?" Solas asked, looking alarmed. He turned to search for his coworker, but Ellana grabbed his arm and held him in place. He frowned at her hand before sighing and staying put. "I suppose she is capable of making her own decisions."

Ellana and Sera both laughed at the resignation on his face. They were starting to peter off when Ellana suddenly burst out louder than before. She dropped to the ground and whispered in her friend's ear. Sera giggled, looked at Solas, then whispered into Ellana's ear.

Resigned, Solas didn't bother asking what they were up to. He just sighed and returned to the circulation desk. There was work to be done and, with Josephine gone, it seemed to be up to him.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38724966/chapters/98156700

#dragon age #solas #domaystic2022 #my writing #solavellan #fanfic #ficlet #fanfiction #solas x lavellan #sera dai #sera dragon age #isabela #isabela da2 #isabela rivaini #josephine montilyet #isabela x josephine #ellana lavellan #lavellan

[blackasmyhangryfurrybrokensoul]

What do I feel frustrated with myself about?

That I get nervous when I'm around her

I do better caffeinated, or when I'm so tired I can't be nervous.

I could also do some calming exercises or mentally psych myself up for seeing her, if I know it's for sure.

That the above slows down my already slow processing

That she'll start conversations but I won't reply with anything because I'm still processing and thinking of a reply

I could try jumping backward in the conversation or coming back to points she mentioned. She does the same so.

Feeling like I generally suck at conversations

Idt this is going away any time soon. You have gotten better at conversations, but most people aren't that amazing.

Feeling too overwhelmed to implement my observations of how to hold conversations

I kinda think I'm also overwhelmed in general. Maybe plan and know my route ahead of time, leave much earlier so I can arrive early and avoid stress, maybe say I'll be later than I actually expect I'll be

That I feel unfun to be around

Maybe hang with your family more. You feel fun around them. They might not change how you go about things but you may at least feel better about yourself.

That I feel socially incapable because of the above

That I get so nervous and stressed over planning or trying to initiate anything

Give myself time to psych myself up, decide on what I wanna do, and then actually ask for it. Don't be in a hurry but also try to have a clear idea of what and when before you ask, but allow for some flexibility.

That I feel like whatever I suggest will suck

You can't know till you try.

That I'm comparing myself to the people and events she's used to

That I feel like I'm not good enough because of that comparison

Being scared of being rejected when I do suggest something

Being scared of my suggestions just plainly not being noticed/remembered

Planning/initiating stuff and deciding when to spend time doesn't come naturally to me -- how do people be like "yeah it's been long enough that we should do something?" --- I already feel that way WHILE IM HANGING OUT WITH HER

feeling so busy and overwhelmed that even though I wanna initiate stuff, I feel like I don't have the mental energy to do so in case I get rejected/it becomes a difficult plan.

That it takes me time to get used to and comfortable with a person's presence enough to be chill around them

That we're only around each other for short periods of time so I don't get the chance to get used to her presence

That we aren't as physically affectionate as I'd like us to be

That she doesn't initiate physical affection too much

That I have to worry about what she is/isn't okay with

That I have a hard time telling.

That it sounds like she doesn't mind if I just - do things - like physical affection

But that it sucks if I'm wrong about that and just seem like I don't give a shit about consent

Not knowing what environments she'd be comfortable with what kind of physical affection

The one time she told me her friends are quite touchy

The fear that she's more physical with her friends than with me

The fear of initiating physical contact only to be rejected physically

The fear that she's more physically comfortable with others than with me

The fear that people will flirt with her and she will flirt back when I'm not around - even like "straight joke flirting" bothers and confuses me so much so the idea scares me so bad and I feel stupid for it

Jealousy

Feeling jealous of the stuff she does with her friends or sisters cuz they're often stuff I wanna do with her but I just feel like I'm copying if I try to

Not knowing where to find all these cool places and activities

again feeling lame because I can't plan anything half as nice as what she's used to.

Wanting her to try new things with me but I feel like she already has done everything

Wanting to have the closeness to call her with short notice

Wanting to have the conversational skills to carry a call and not make it awkward

Wanting her to see a thing and think - I want my first/only time doing this to be with moony (me) rather than with her family or friends

Wanting to try new things with here but being scared she won't enjoy them

Feeling overly emotional and being unable to handle my own emotions very well

Not knowing if she wants any physical contact with me or not

Getting mixed signals about the above bc she doesn't like long hugs and i feel like that's my favorite form of physical intimacy and feeling sad i can't have that with her

I feel like physical intimacy is a gradual thing and if i can't pass the long hug/snuggle/long hand holding milestone, how will we get anywhere?

Feeling physically self-conscious about myself like what if I'm just not attractive? I don't know what she sees and I don't feel pretty

Feeling like a failure of a human for not being able to figure any of the above out

Feeling stupid if I propose something to do together and it doesn't happen.

[onlyswan]

Hey, art!!!!

How are you? I am one of your silent readers.

I am kinda drunk and sad. I am drinking soju.lol.maybe I will regret what i am saying tomorrow but today I just want to let it all out. Lamo🙂.

I am just tired of everthing. Art, what kind of friend are you in your friend circle or any friendship? And what kind of child are you in your family?

I am that one friend who is always left out and is always abandoned. Lol, abandonment is so familiar to me now that i no longer get surprise when it happened to me. I freaking hate life.I always treat my friends right and is always kind to them, but at the end they always left me or replace me with someone else and act like it's all normal to them.I try to please them to the point that I dumb myself down for them, force myself to laugh my ass off on their unfunny lame joke, do their homework sometimes. But, I am never the one for them, there's always someone better and more special than me for them.Whenever I am with any of them, they always tells me how special their other friend is (I hope you understand)and how they wish they were with them even though I am with them.they always make me feel inferior and unqualified.My friends are not a bad person or a bully but sometimes they make me cry by how they treat me.

In my friend circle everyone is not equal. There is are some friends who is kind of superior (I don't know how to explain this, because I don't know exactly either because it is blurry.my friends don't openly say or admit it but yeah different treatment exist).like:I have to repeat over and over again for anyone to see my text in group chat while others don't even have to text anything at first place.they are asked to do it because their so called favourite friends want to read their message.lol😂. And,my openions doesn't matter eg when I suggest something on anything no one will agree or pay attention to it but if the so called superior friend say the same thing they will agree even if they didn't agreed with me earlier on it.And,last year I was on the verge of death, seriously I had pneumonia,tonsil fever and vitamin deficiency at the same time(lol.i prayed to God to just k*ll me not because I was sad or anything being ignored by family and friends is normal thing for me but,because it was too painful to endure.my whole body was paining, literally😂. P:S humour with myself is my coping machine 🤞 ) but no one even try to contact me or anything but they go crazy when my so called superior friend have mild headache 🤣.lol, life is unfair. It amaze me that this kind of thing still exist.

And, one of the so called superior friend is my so called bestfriend. We had been bestfriend for 14 (if I still count these recent years.)she is a very good person and I wish best for her, always. But, I think I am replaced. She is still good to me, I think to everyone.she talked nicely to me on phone but don't hang out or talk to me in person so much in person like she used to do. I think I am replaced. I have been with her more than half of my life (I am 17)so it's sad to me that things are not the same anymore. I don't know anything I have done to her that mad her sad or angry. I think about it all the time and am still thinking unconsciously. I have tried to have a conversation with her about it and indirectly tried to hint about it to her but I guess she does not want to do anything a out it. What mess my head and heart is that she made me feel special out of blue sometimes but then again abandon me. It breaks my heart because I foolishly rise my hope high in my heart even though my brain always tells me not to. And o do it over and over again. And I think I will do again over and over again in future too. I can't help it. I love them so much. Or am I just lonely??? And don't know anything and have courage to do to make myself less lonely and left out than desperately trying to make them like me and be with them. I heard people say that you should just leave friends/parter if they treat you like afterthought but for me it's not that easy. Maybe they find new friends and people but for me it's very hard plus I am extremely introverted with nothing special to offer.

And for my family, you sould just know that i am middle child🤸🏻‍♀️. Lol. No explanation needed.

I am slowly loosing faith in any kind of love even though I am a hopeless romantic and don't want to admit it to myself but deep down I am starting to feel it.

Bye, art!!

Your work is so amezing, it makes me less blue. It's so warm. 🤍

hey love <3 i love soju LOL my favorite liquid courage. we’re the same.

hmm i feel very secure in my friendships. i only have a few friends, but they are very close to me. we have built a strong relationship with each other that took years of endless love, honesty, patience, and trust exchanged. there was a time when i felt mistreated by my friends from early childhood until today, but i don’t think we can relate this situation to you because we were children at that time and i expected too much from them in understanding such sensitive topics i was struggling with when i was also clueless myself, and as we grew up they matured significantly and have been nothing but very kind and supportive of me.

i know you’ve heard this a couple times and i know it wouldn’t be easy, but at some point you need to stop giving yourself away to people who don’t reciprocate your love and efforts. you need to gather the courage to walk away from things don’t serve you. it is a huge waste of time and energy, which you could be spending on other people or things that make you happy. it breaks my heart that you feel the need to dumb yourself down in order to maintain friendships when in truth, friends should be uplifting each other with genuine and intellectual conversations. that’s what you truly deserve. finding new friends is not easy but it’s better to start doing that than continue losing ounces of your self respect every second of hanging out with these callous people. you can also try out new hobbies or interests, start exploring yourself to know what you like and don’t like; what makes you sad and what makes you happy. my beloved, protect yourself! your life should revolve around bringing peace and happiness to your soul 🌱 trust me, i’ve spent so much time being miserable and feeling sorry for myself, but when i started choosing what’s best for me above others’ wants and needs, life has been gradually getting better. it takes a lot of baby steps, but we have a whole life ahead of us so we should go at our own pace and enjoy the journey <3

ah, i start getting sensitive when we talk about family lol. i am the eldest daughter + an overachiever since preschool. that pretty much sums up the years long ongoing existensial crisis 🏌🏻‍♀️ life is vile and cruel yet beautiful and exciting, i’m just here for the ride. i’m going to give the best i have to everything i do and love as many humans as hard as i can. i just want to live my life like this <3

#art’s mailbox

[homestuck--edits]

Hey, I have a sprite edit of Mobster Kingpin (From MSPA) but he looks really fluffy, thank you.

-Bizcuit

not exactly a look compatible with fluffy. also looking at this sprite upsets me /lh

-mod davesprit

#mod davesprite #problem sleuth #mobster kingpin #uhhh okay so!! crush got there #still like 15 minutes early WHY is my space bar flashing when i hit it #aaanyway #we took some pictures together #the items at prom consisted of #mysterious cake sitting on a table. it was half eaten. there were no plates or forks in the entire room #like a hundred balloons (only 66 people) #snack table only me and some friends noticed #photo booth but the photography teacher just dipped so we had to learn how to use the camera alone #also there was no printer so we are never getting those pictures back #and music chosen by the guidance counselor #so we dicked around for like an hour #it was lame though so one of my friends suggested we go do like. anything else #now the prom venue was right next to the movie theater #and dr strange was showing in like 15 minutes #so we straight up left #bestie and their gf got some very strong edibles first though #apparently no one was supervising well enough to notice the girl running the speakers giving away weed brownies #so anyway. we went to movie :> #movie sucked and i fell asleep like an hour in #woke up at the very end and everyone DIPPED #like didnt even say goodbye but to be fair it wasnt a good movie #so anyway me n crush sat through the credits #and i asked if i could call them my girlfriend #and they said yes !!!! and they asked if they could call me their datefriend (i said yes of course) #we went back to the prom place to wait for their ride home #n they asked if they could kiss me n i said yes :>>>>>>>>>

[rockstarfairy]

Our Navaria

Pairing: Dad!Loki x Female!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warning: -

Summary: Loki has sworn himself not to have faith in love anymore. Not after what Sigyn had done to him and their baby, Navaria. But somehow, you're different.

Author's note: i haven't write for so long and i am so so sorry 😭 thankyou soooooo much for your supports on my works hihi i hope you're going to enjoy this one !!

"a child ?" your voice came out quite hoarse, as if you're out of breath. within your spoken question just now; was the tone of bewilderment, as much as being amused, and not anything near disgust or judgement.

"yup, apparently Reindeer Games does have a child." emphasizing the word does, Tony had answered you while his eyes, just like yours, followed accordingly towards the standing muscular figure that belonged to the God of Mischief himself, who is right now cradling a sleeping infant to his chest.

"and the mother would be.."

"a Goddess named Sigyn. left him after knowing Loki's true heritage. Loki and his daughter will have to live here for a while." deep down, you were truly aghast with what Tony had told you just now. why would a mother left her child ? why would a wife left her husband ? if there was a hint of love within their matrimony, shouldn't they stick with each other amidst those horrific truths and obstacles this world has to offer ?

"Y/N, we might need your help. will you please..you know, show him around ?" Tony asked you. his right hand is holding the empty paper cup while his left hand landed on his hips. like a sassy man he is.

you let out a small chuckle. "why ? is it because i am the only one who'd never met him before ?" well, you were attending a completely surreptitious mission during the New York attack. though you'd insisted to fight alongside your Avengers friends, Fury had declined that request. back then, he wanted you to finish everything you've started, referring to that mission of yours. and now, maybe, you should thanked that guy for his absurd decision.

"well" Tony shrugged. "there's a right in that. Reindeer Games sent everyone, who's trying to approach him, away. maybe, who knows, your soft demeanor will enchant the God himself."

giving Tony your 'alright then' glance, you made your way towards Loki. you put on a politely warm smile, as you didn't want him to see you as a menace. after all, you wished nothing more than to help him. he deserves it.

"hi, you must be Loki. i'm Y/N." while speaking, you kept your gaze towards Loki's eyes. this is indeed, the closest you've been to him. you've heard about him, yes, but the truth is, you never met him. not until now.

a cold stare was what you'd received from Loki afterwards. and you've come into a vault of an utter realization, in which, he is the most beautiful man you'd ever laid your eyes on. though everything about him has suggested sin, the way his arms wrapped securely, delicately, around the fragile body of his tiny infant; says otherwise.

"well, brother, this is Lady Y/N. she's here to help us." geez, thanks Thor (who suddenly came out of nowhere but you do appreciate that).

"and tell me, why do i have to trust you, mortal ?" his voice made your whole body tingled with a sensation that you're not accustomed to, and quite failed to be described. his voice is somewhat mischievous, but yet very mesmeric.

"you don't have to trust me completely, Loki. but atleast, please trust my actions." its true. after everything he'd gone through, his credence will be highly arduous to gain. especially, for a complete stranger like you.

Loki gave you a slight nod. accompanied by Thor, who's poorly trying his best to lighten up this intense mood between you and Loki with his lame jokes, you lead the two Gods towards Loki's room.

"alright, this will be your new room. mine will be just infront of the kitchen." your explanation somehow got interrupted by the infant's sudden cries.

"hush now, my littlest princess. daddy's here.." Loki cooes towards his baby while holding her closer to his chest. you could see a glint of worrisome on Loki's face when his daughter still wont stop crying.

"hey..i know you dont trust me but..allow me to help ?" holding out both of your arms, you'd prayed upon the scattering stars in the night sky so that Loki will give you his permission and utmost consent to help him calm the baby.

"brother, give her a chance." boxes of poptarts are waiting for you my dearest Thor.

sighing, Loki passes his daughter to you. you took a few deep breaths, as to calm yourself against the fact that you're holding a soon-to-be goddess, and carefully, you wrapped your arms around the tiny little baby.

"hey, littlest mischief. i know you're scared but see, your daddy is here." while saying those, you rocked your body slowly, left and right, left and right. with your left arm cradling the tiny baby to your chest, you then lifted your right palm to caress her puffy right cheek. delicately, as much as lovingly. among those caresses, your index finger bends slightly to jiggle her cherubic chubby cheeks while cooing sweet noises.

magically, the baby stopped crying.

"yay ! there's my good girl !" you laughed, earning a precious toothless grin from the baby.

unbeknownst to you, Loki was watching this heartwarmingly situation with his mind wandering to the places he'd never know their existence. he still remembers, when he was the one who's waking up amidst the midnight's wind blows just to hold his crying daughter. Sigyn will never do that. his ex wife, to make matter worse, hates it when their daughter cries. she'll do nothing but to yell at his precious baby to stop crying, though we all knew that'll make his sweet little angel becomes more petrified.

and here you are, a defenseless mortal, who'd volunteered to hold his crying little princess. and dare to say, even managed to earn her precious sweet smile, all by yourself.

you then passed the baby carefully to Loki. "what's her name ?" you asked.

"Navaria."

"that's a beautiful name."

Loki only gave you a smile. a genuine one, if you're not mistaken. while you're still in trance due to his charming smile, Loki bids both you and Thor a goodnight and enters his room, holding his little Navaria who still has that adorable toothless grin on her tiny face.

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as week passes, Loki realized that he has an unspoken confession towards you. when Sigyn has left him, he'd made a promise, dare to say, infront of his own mother, to not falling in love with anyone, not anymore. but then you came along, showing nothing but love and care, ever so saintly, towards himself and his little Navaria. he'd found himself, and his tiny little angel, experiencing a complete stroke of serendipity the moment you'd stepped into their life.

at first, your deeds annoyed him. in which he believed, you felt it too. he'd thought yourself as an intruder, wishing nothing but to gain his absolute trust, only to break it in the end. but perhaps, he was wrong. it all started with the simplest action a typical samaritan could've done. every morning before you went training, you'll prepare two bottles of formula milk, warm them up, and put them on the kitchen counter with a scribled note saying 'for Navaria'. Loki will reluctantly took those bottles as to feed his tiny little angel. after all, we all knew for the fact that the God himself will not be able to give his own daughter milk if it wasn't from your help.

thats not all. you'll also prepare his meals everyday without miss. the two of you never eats together, as you're aware with Loki's discomforts towards you. every Sunday, you'll left him a few classics to read, and a box full with toys for Navaria. you'd no idea about their likes and dislikes, so you'd told yourself that every tries are going to worth it.

there's one time where you'd stayed through the night, despite your tired body due to your rough mission, only to provide your utmost care towards the sick Loki. you'd dapped wet towels on his sweating forehead down to his well-built torso, as to reduce the fever he was having. you made him soup, though he'd declined it at first.

at midnights, before Loki could even reach for his crying daughter, you are already there. the sight of you holding his little baby to your chest, in your most delicate manner, makes his heart swollen with love. there are times, when he woke up in the morning, and saw you laughing with his little Navaria in the kitchen. you'll cooed sweet noises, sang a few songs sometimes, and Navaria will looked at you through her adoring gaze. perhaps, his tiny little angel is just like him; both crave for the love and care that Sigyn has failed to offer.

"Lokiii..."

"yes darling ?" Loki hasn't realized this, but he has started to become less insolent towards you. more affectionate, it is.

"its snowing ! we should go outside dont you think ?"

your thrilled expression made him wandered far enough towards the thought of sacrificing everything in his perpetual life, if that means he'll be able to see those adorable smiles of yours through his eternity. so he gave you a slight nod, with a small smile carved on his otherworldly face.

that night, you put Navaria in the stroller that the Avengers had bought. as a gift, they had said. the three of you strolled down the street, amidst the blanket of alabaster snow covering the side pavements. there are moments, where you'll be pointing out at random objects, or buildings, earning such an adorable giggles from Navaria. and a smile of adoration from the God of Mischief himself.

it was when you'd excused yourself to buy some hot cocoas at a nearby coffee shop. when you came back, Loki and Navaria are gone. you've been searching for them everywhere; the dark corners, the forbidden alleys, but still, they are nowhere to be found. not until you saw Loki's lean figure behind an enormous pile of snow. slowly, you made your way towards him.

he looks quite peculiar too, as to say. ah, now you do understand what is going on. perhaps, the icy temperature has stimulated the process of transforming Loki and Navaria into their jotun form. is that why they were hiding from you ? you could see, ever so clearly, the sight of Loki shielding his little Navaria by wrapping her tiny wiggling body with a fluffy blanket that he'd conjured just now.

"Loki ?"

Loki immediately turned around. for a brief moment, the two of you got obscured within each other's gaze. and you'd realized, how ethereally beautiful they are in their jotun's form. "darling i..you should go." there was a slight hint of melancholy confines beneath the sentence he'd just said.

"Loki..you and Navaria..are beautiful.." your voice came out breathy, but serene and heartfelt. it made Loki's breath caught in his throat, as what you'd said just now was somehow quite astonishing for him.

"really ?"

you didn't replied his question. instead, your right hand caresses Navaria's cerulean cheeks, which made her squeals alongside her adorable toothless grin. Loki watched you in his absolute admiration. Sigyn never does that. she'd always hated him and Navaria whenever they're in their jotun's form. its horrendous, such an abomination; she had said.

but you, you're seeing this so-called abomination as something so gracefully exquisite. you'd turned his and Navaria's imperfections into an aspect that needs to be cherished, yet deserves every fondness a person could provide.

and so he kissed you. it was a lasting, deep kiss; fulled with passion and virtuous love. it was a sublime sight after all; with his right hand cupping your jaw delicately, his left cradling the tiny wiggling Navaria, and your arms wrapped around his torso, afraid to let go.

the kiss somehow got interupted by Navaria's adorable squeal; "dada..mama.."

oops

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[folkwhorerain]

Only you, my girl.

May Parker x fem!reader

I'm just being a big simp for Marisa Tomei once again, nothing else. <3

Summary: May and reader have this disfunctional secret relationship going on, what will happen when reader will break up with May? What is she gonna do when she realizes she made a mistake?

Warnings: age gap, reader is in her 20s, 18+ (minors, do not interact!) angst, language (?), sexual tension, my poor grammar bc English is not my first language (Feel free to tell me if I should add more!)

I got inspired by "Dark Red" by Steve Lacy, so I suggest you listen to it while reading, if you want.♥️

I also got inspired by my POV on TikTok so check it out if you want to (loraine.maximoff)!

You don't know how it happened, but it did and it happened fast, a few months ago.

One minute before you were on the couch with your best friend's aunt and the next you were under her, making out passionately.

After that one encounter it happened more frequently, you and May would wait until Peter was out with his friends or doing superhero shit and when she was finally alone, you would go to her apartment, a few doors away from yours.

It was never your plan to end up like this with the hottest aunt alive, but you admit that you've thought about that a couple of times before… or more than that.

But that was probably a normal thing, you've heard a lot of people say not-so-chaste things about her: how bad they wanted to have a one night stand with her, how bad they wanted to see if she was good in bed and other shit that made your blood boil in your veins. However only you could see her for how she really was, what she liked, what she didn't like, the books she enjoys reading. But luck wasn't gentle with you and it was all too complicated to evolve in a serious relationship, you were much younger than her plus it was wrong in respect of your best friend.

In fact you tried to end that sort of relationship that was happening between you and May multiple times, but after a few days of arguing and ignoring each other, you would always come back to her.

But that doesn't mean you didn't feel guilty.

_

It was a day like the others: Peter was at the Avengers compound and you and May were alone in the living room, having a make out session. You were about to take off the brunette's shirt when you heard Peter unlock the door, making the two of you jump apart.

“Hey, May.” He greeted her and then looked at you with a confused yet happy look. “Hi, Y/N. What are you doing here?”

“Oh, hi Pete.” You said still breathing heavily. “I was waiting for you but it's getting late so I better go.” You inform before dashing out the apartment.

“Wait, I'll walk you to the door.” May swiftly got up from the couch, following you out of the apartment.

“That was close.” She whispered before chuckling a little bit.

“Yeah, too close.” You said in a harsh way, making May frown; she knew what you were thinking.

“We're not doing anything wrong, Y/N.” She assured you stroking your arm. “We talked about this.“

You looked down at your hands, not knowing what to say. “You know, Peter is sleeping at Ned's tonight. Maybe you could come over.”

You saw her biting her lip with a hopeful glint in her eyes and, as much as you'd like to spend the night with the brunette, you knew that you were nothing but a stupid kid in her eyes, she would get bored of you eventually.

Well, you didn't know that but you sensed it. Looking at her you saw a strong, independent woman with her life together (or kinda) and looking at yourself you saw a kid with a lame job and a messy apartment.

And if that wasn't enough she didn't want to tell Peter about you two even though he deserved to know.

This is going nowhere.

“May, we can't.” You crossed your arms, hugging yourself. “This is not gonna happen again. I said it before, I know, but I'm serious this time. We can't keep doing-” You pointed between you and her. “Whatever you want to call it.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but as soon as she saw you shaking your head, silently asking her to say nothing, she closed it.

The look she gave you was heartbreaking. She was disappointed, angry, she wanted to scream at you in that moment, but she didn't. It was a waste of time and she has been there too many times before.

“I'll see you around, Y/N.” And with that she slammed the door right in front of your nose.

_

It has been weeks since your last fight with May. Nothing changed: you still go to Peter's, you help him make his web fluid and you bring food from the diner you work in for him and his aunt. It would all be as usual if May didn't treat you like you didn't exist.

The only things that come out of her mouth when you're around and when she's forced to talk to you are "please" and "thank you". Nothing more.

Peter noticed, of course he did, but he blamed it on the work, he would never think his best friend refused to keep screwing his aunt.

“So, you have a date tonight, uh?” Peter teased you, shaking your shoulder, making you chuckle uncomfortably since May was sitting right in front of you with a book in her hand.

She was so beautiful with her hair tied up in a messy bun and her glasses. The first time you kissed her she looked exactly like she did in that moment.

“So, how are you feeling? Are you nervous? How do you thing she is? Are you gonna kiss her?” Peter started to ask a lot of questions at once, you didn't know how this kid could be so talkative.

May didn't take her eyes out of her book, but you knew she was listening. Her body tensed and she was gripping the book a little too hard.

“Peter, I have a headache. Can you please stop?” May suddenly snapped before heading to her room and closing the door with too much strength.

You and the teenager stared at each other in disbelief. She never acted like that before, at least not in front of you. You knew this was all your fault.

“I'm sorry, Pete. Maybe I should go home and get ready.” You said before storming out of the apartment.

“What just happened?” He whispered to himself before running his hands on his hair.

_

The date with the girl, Alicia, was going well. She was funny, smart, the long silence while eating were never embarrassing. She loved physical touch but she never made you uncomfortable. She was sweet while she stroked your hand, there was no malice in what she did.

Definitely your type.

But there was only a problem: it all felt wrong.

Her laugh didn't warm your heart like the May's did, her touch wasn't as soft as May's when you cuddled in bed, her jokes didn't make you smile like May did.

You didn't see a future with this girl, not even a near future.

And that was when it hit you.

“Are you okay?” Alicia frowned, noticing you zoned out.

“I- I have to go.” You got up and left some money on the table. “I'm sorry.”

You left her there, speechless. Maybe you're a bitch for thinking this but you didn't care, all you cared about was one woman in particular.

After ten minutes or so you get to your building, but instead of heading to your door you head to May's.

come on, you can do this.

You took a deep breath and knocked at the door and after a few seconds May swing the door open, surprised to see you there.

“Hiii” You said jokingly, with a playful yet worried smile on your face.

She shook her head, obviously pissed, and went back to the apartment. She left the door open and you assumed she was silently asking you to come in, so you followed her inside.

“What? You don't want to know about my date?” You joked once again, just to tease her a little bit.

“No, I don't.” She said sitting on the couch with her back turned to you. “I don't care.”

You tilted your head a little bit and crossed your arms with a smirk on your face. “Jealous, May?”

She swiftly got up and looked at you with a dead stare; she was going to kill you for sure. She couldn't believe you had the nerve to tease her like this, not after the mess you made for the millionth time.

“Oh, so I'm right.” Your smirk was bigger than ever now. You knew you were playing with fire but you didn't care at all. You loved when she was jealous.

“Cut the bullshit, Y/N.” She warned you, taking off her glasses.

Oh, she looked so good.

“I don't care about what happened. I don't care about your new girlfriend.” She added with a hint of jealousy in her voice.

“Jealousy suits you, Parker.” You chuckled running a hand through your hair. “Well, I'm gonna tell you anyway: the date went bad.” You explained before biting your lips. “She's not you.”

“What?” Her face softened a little bit, but she didn't want to give up that easily like she always does with you.

“She's not you, May.” You repeated, a tear was now streaming down your cheek.

Saying those words out loud was the confirmation that you didn't want anyone else but her. You were so stupid for realizing it just now.

“Y/N, you have to stop messing with me!” She raised her voice a little bit, obviously frustrated. Could you blame her? You broke up with her at least five times in the last three months, too insecure to stay but too coward to walk away.

“May…” You took a deep breath sitting on a chair. “It took me a while to realize that I've been treating you like shit. I was scared that I was just someone to have sex with and make out when you felt alone. I mean, you're this beautiful, confident woman and I'm still learning how to live life. There's no comparison.”

She frowned, watching you wipe away some tears. She didn't know you felt like that. “There's no comparison, you're right, but that's because I don't want one. I don't care if you're not living your dream life yet or if your job is not how you expected it to be. I just wanted you to be mine.”

Your head immediately snapped to her, “But Peter-”

“Peter can deal with it.” She assured you. “The reason I haven't told him about us yet is because I didn't know if you wanted me enough to be part of your life.”

You looked at your hands, feeling guilty for the mess you caused. “I thought you were ashamed of being with me.”

“No, Y/N. I wanted you to be sure.” She said sweetly, a small smile appeared on her face. “I think you are now, are you?”

You look at her with apologetic eyes. “I belong with you and only you.”

She smiled and walked towards you placing her hands on your head, stroking your hair. You placed your forehead on her stomach and sighed. “Only me, Y/N?”

“Only you, my girl.” You confirmed before your hands grip her waist so much you could feel your nails digging into her flesh.

“Are you sure?” She whispered, now her hands were on your lower back.

You closed your eyes for a second, enjoying her touch. “I'm more than sure.”

“So you love me?” She teased you before placing two fingers under your chin, forcing you to look at her.

You bit your lips and stood up. You rubbed her cheek with your thumb and then your lips meet hers, you started giving her sweet kisses before sweeping your tongue along her bottom lip and then pulling away to look into her eyes.

She placed both of her hands in the back of your head, keeping you as close to her body as possible.

“I love you, May.” She sighed in relief hearing those words. “Only you.”

~

If you read it all, thank you for the support. She's my comfort character at the moment and I need to express all the love I feel for her. <3

Feedback is appreciated as always xx

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