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arachine · 1 year

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. . . 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 ! ˚₊✩‧₊

— pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

general tags: college! au, established relationship, fluff, suggestive

content warnings: period cramps, reader is a baby, ellie is patient, kissing, allusions to sex, brief mention of dealer!ellie + not proofread and also not my best work bc i was in pain !

note: this is super self-indulgent bc i am, unfortunately, on my monthly, and so, i am making it everyone’s problem >.<

ellie’s annoyed. actually, she’s concerned—maybe, slightly, kind of more than that too, but right now, she’s annoyed. this wasn’t like you—not answering messages, not answering calls.

she’d understand it if you were busy, especially since finals season was steadily approaching as the days passed, but she knew you didn’t have any plans today. that much was confirmed the last time she’d spoken to you, which was, if she could recall (she could recall it perfectly), last night at 8:00 p.m.

future wife 👰‍♀️: gn baby, see you tomorrow for breakfast! get some sleep ok? <33

ellie: alr goodnight baby. i’ll come get you at 9 ok? don’t oversleep this time, wanna get some french toast before all the athletes take it :/

future wife 👰‍♀️: never gonna let me live it down, huh?

ellie: never!

future wife 👰‍♀️: god alr, i won’t oversleep!!! promise :3 now gn fr this time!!! gts!!!

ellie: ok bossy i’m going to sleep 🫡 love you

that was the last message she’d sent to you that night. this morning, however, she made an effort to send you a slew of follow-up texts before making her way over to your dorm:

ellie: good morning sexy, you up?

ellie: it’s french toast time ☝🏻

ellie: don’t tell me you’re sleeping…

there was five minutes sent in-between each message, and yet, still no response. that’s when she got the bright idea to call.

“alright, this should wake her up,” she raised the phone to her ear, pacing around her apartment while waiting for the line to go through. to her dismay, it rung a few times before going straight to voicemail—to which she almost got excited over because you’ve got one of those annoying ass voicemails that sound like someone picked up the line.

“hey […], this is (name). sorry you can’t reach me right now, but leave a message and i’ll get back to you as soon as i c—”

“fucking hell.” ellie pinches the knot between her brows and sighs, ending the call before voicemail you can finish your sentence. again, she calls, thinking this time you’ll answer, but to no avail. it goes right to voicemail.

“the fuck…” she doesn’t even bother leaving a message. beelines right to her closet and grabs her sneaks, a hoodie, and her wallet, then heads out of her apartment building and begins the trek to your dormitory.

when she gets there, she buzzes in with her student keycard, and pads right up to the security desk. just as she’s about to open her mouth, one of the guards sitting interrupts her.

“can i see your proof of residence, please?” he says blankly, raising a fig bar up to his mouth.

“randy, really? you know me, i’m here almost every other day—just without my girlfriend—who i’m actually here to see,” she raises a finger, forearms leaning forward over the desk. randy feigns indifference, and opts to stuff the last of his bar in his mouth.

“you’re not a resident here, ellie. sorry, but you know the rules.”

“how about you shove the rules up your a—actually, that’s alright. my buddy right here will sign me in as a guest.” she grins devilishly at the dark haired man across the lobby, blinking once, twice, before flashing him a smile.

“jesse! my life saver, my best-friend, my messiah, my—“

“what do you want, ellie?” he rolls his eyes, pulling out his student keycard to flash randy. ellie purses her lips as if she’s been found out, then pulls jesse aside by the cloth of his jacket. she leans in real close so that what she says is out of earshot.

“sign me in as a guest and i’ll give you free weed during your next visit,” she bargains, wiggling her brows like she knows the offer is too good to pass up. jesse doesn’t answer her right away. instead, opts to tease her. puts his index finger on his chin, and opens his stance as if he’s really mulling it over. ellie’s not impressed.

a beat, then, he shrugs, mumbling a quick ‘better keep your word williams’.

ellie grins, something real big and cheshire-like, because she knows him. who’d be stupid enough to pass up free weed? exactly, no one. especially not a stressed college student, that’s for sure.

“thanks man, you’re really doing me a solid, you know,” she pats his back, to which he mutters a knowing ‘yeah, yeah, whatever’. she watches intently as he signs her in under his name, then makes a face at randy when she hands over her student keycard for him to keep.

“see ya later rand’!” the auburn haired girl says with the flick of a hand, turning the corner of the desk to get to the elevators.

“yeah, whatever.”

. . .

once the elevator comes to a halt on your floor, ellie gives jesse a final thank you before departing. as she walks down the winding hallway, she can’t help but to think the worst. what if you were unconscious? what if you’d been axe-murdered? what if you’d been kidnapped? all very unlikely, she knows, but not impossible.

when her mind sifts through a few more frightening scenarios, she realizes she’s already made it to your door. should she knock? she feels like she should knock, but then she figures if all her previous attempts to wake you up were unsuccessful, then who’s to say a few measly knocks would do the trick?

she decides against it. instead, she unhooks her carabiner from her jeans and fiddles around with her set of keys until she finds the spare you’d given her. until now, she’d never used it. the day you’d given it to her, you’d told her it was strictly for ‘emergencies’, and what better time to use it than now? this was surely an emergency, right?

the door unlocks and she immediately goes to twist the knob, pushes the door open and then shuts it closed behind her.

“babe, you here?” she calls out, walking through the kitchen, “you alive?” turns down the hall, “you in one piece?”

a beat. silence—save for the heavy padding of her boots as she makes her way towards your bedroom. the door is cracked open, just by a sliver, but she can see—or at least somewhat make out—the beginnings of a sleeping silhouette.

she pushes the door open and ambles to your bedside. you were fast asleep. curled up into a tight little ball with the duvet pulled up to your chin, and a mean little pout on your lips. it was adorable, and it made ellie’s heart twang with relief. at least now that she was able to verify your safety, she could forget all those terrible thoughts that she was getting herself all worked up over.

“hey, sweet girl,” she cooed, brushing the pad of her thumb over your cheek. your brows cinched in response, but you didn’t move. not even an inch. “baby,” ellie drawled in a sing-song voice.

she let her hand fall from your cheek to your back, and she rubbed it in slow, steady circles in an attempt to rouse you. after a while of this—a combination of her rubbing and cooing—you started to react.

“mmm,” you groaned, curling your knees up higher, “it hurts.”

“what hurts? what’s wrong?” opening your eyes, you were able to pair the voice of concern with a familiar face.

“ellie? what are you doing here?”

she lets a small chuckle escape her lips, then raises a hand to rest atop your head.

“what am i doing here? what are you doing here? had me worried sick about you,” she smooths a hand over your head, “missed our breakfast date.”

sighing, you slap a clammy hand over your head, then reach over ellie to grab your phone from the nightstand.

ten messages. three missed calls.

“god, i’m sorry, bellie. took some midol and melatonin last night so that i could beat these cramps, but i guess they worked a little too good, huh?”

“yeah, you nut.” she takes a glance at your nightstand and picks up the bottle of pills, shakes them around before settling them back down. “how many did you take?”

“just two…maybe three?” ellie’s eyes widen in disbelief.

“three? babe, these are 500 mg. why would you do that? the bottle says take two every six hours, and here you are taking more than the recommended amount, on top of taking melatonin,” she chides, though, it’s more out of genuine concern than it is her actually being upset.

you laugh at your own expense, but it’s short-lived because a second later, you’re clutching for your belly and writhing in pain.

ellie sighs, kicks her boots off and fully climbs up onto the bed and under the covers. once she settles into a comfortable position, she pulls you into her side.

“i know, baby, let me take care of you,” she strokes your back soothingly, “but next time, please don’t take that much. were you planning on sleeping forever?”

“maybe.” you jest, snuggling further into her warmth. admittedly, mixing both of those drugs was kind of stupid—maybe really stupid, but in your defense, you were in pain!—and really desperate. when you have cramps this bad, sometimes death sounds like mercy.

“oh, yeah?” the laugh she lets out is a deep rumble, and you can feel the vibrations of it as you lay on her chest. it’s soothing. a remedy that you should’ve utilized sooner, and you would’ve, had you been in the right headspace.

“mhm…” you purr, looking up at her, at her lips. ellie scans your face for pain, then dips down and pilfers a kiss from your lips. it’s slow, and sweet, and ends far too soon for your liking. before she can pull away, you tug her by the collar of her shirt. look up at her with pleading eyes, and fist it tighter between your knuckles.

“more,” you drawl, pulling her back down to meet your lips. she indulges you, because of course she does, and pushes you onto your back.

“thought,” a kiss, “your,” another, “cramps were bothering you?” she queries, breathless as she holds herself up above your sprawled out body. she thumbs with the hem of your shirt, waits expectantly for you to answer.

“they are,” you say, “so why don’t you make ‘em go away?”

and what kind of girlfriend would she be if did otherwise?

#:: — LEXI WRITES !#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x reader fluff #ellie williams fluff #ellie william x you #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams

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vitamindropp · 8 days

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beomgyu as your (soon to be) boyfriend^^

⋆˚࿔ notes 𝜗𝜚˚⋆: this is my first time writing so these aren’t proof read or nothing ALSO I DO CURSE A LIL SO ITS THATS AN ISSUE BE WARNED!! , also if its ass please don’t tell me!!

beomgyu would definitely be that cute boy that you would always catch stealing glances at you during class

at first you thought it was funny and cute until, you started to catch feelings as well, and you started to stare even more than he was

he would see you staring in his general direction but would always assume you were looking at something in the far distance

this went on forever because both of y’all were too scared to make a first move

and as the year was coming to an end your professor decided to assign a partner-project that had to be completed over a span of 2 weeks

and of course you were partnered up with beomgyu you were mentally going insane, wondering if you should be happy because you have a chance to talk to him or scared because you have a chance to talk to him..

beomgyu was trying to act all nonchalant and at peace about the situation but mentally he was 10x more nervous than you because what do you mean he has to talk to his crush for TWO WHOLE WEEKS.

the professor recommended that partners got to know each other and sit besides each other and of course you would follow what he said so you guys sat together (duh)

you guys sat in silence. the only words you guys got out was introducing yourselves to one and another besides that y’all have been trying to seem busy on your phones to avoid talking to each other

of course being a little curious you’re going to try see what your crush is doing on his phone so you sneak a quick look and you see this man frantically swiping through the weather app and opening and closing his settings (HE JS LIKE MEEEE)

you finally mastered up the courage to speak to him and you guys eventually warmed up to each other and ended exchanging numbers to continue to “work on the project”

as soon as beomgyu got home he felt like he HAD to message you first since you were the first to speak to him, but he just couldn’t figure out what to say

he texts his gc with his friends yeonjun, soobin, taehyun, and kai (SHOCKER) and asks what he should say and they all give him completely different things which just results to an argument in the groupchat, but his momma didn’t raise a bitch so he manned up and texted “hi this is beomgyu from (random class im too lazy to think of one) what’s up?”

he dropped to his knees in the middle of the kitchen he thought ‘WHY WOULD I SAY WHATS UP’ he decided you seeing that he unsent a message was better than you seeing that horrendous message he just sent

he goes to delete it and sees you already read it.

HE LETS OUT THE MOST VILE SCREAM OF TERROR

got a noise complaint but that’s beyond the point

you decide to wait it out because you can’t just respond straight away to a message from a dude you just meet today and seem like you were just waiting for his message (you were)

little did you know that you had your read receipts on

beomgyu is just staring at his screen “why isn’t she responding…” he’s currently pacing back and forth in his bedroom wondering if its the wrong number or you just really don’t fw him

ten minutes later you decide to respond with “hihi this is ___ from (yk the drill) im not doing much what about you?”

he responds right away, fuck all his pride it’s been long gone, “im just chilling a bit sleepy tho”

if he’s saying he is sleepy then doesn’t that mean hes about to go to sleep?

being oh so kind you decided to type out “goodnight!” but thats too affectionate so you had to say “gn”

after screaming into his pillow until you responded he sees you texted back “gn” he’s never been more in despair he just cut a conversation short WITH THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE HOW COULD HE EVER RECOVER

૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა more notes because i can talk forever! ok so part 2 coming soon i think 😓. this is just based off of real events that have happened to be me..so if it seems cringy ITS BECAUSE IT WAS. anyways thank you for reading!! <33

#beomgyu #beomgyu fluff #txt fluff #txt soft thoughts #txt soft hours #beomgyu soft thoughts #beomgyu soft hours #choi beomgyu fluff

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mapileonxputellas · 1 year

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Only you (Alexia Putellas x Reader Part 2)

Ok so I originally wasn't going to do a part 2 but you persuaded me. Part one can be found here 2.2k words x

Thank you mi hermosa, I don’t know if you’ve read my other messages but I love you. I’ll fix this x

Of course you’d read the continuous messages she’d sent you over the week. You don’t know how she finally realised the issue, whether she was told or worked it our herself but it was clear she knew. Every morning you would wake up to a little message from her and every night she wished you goodnight. The days were varied, some had frequent messages others had only a few but there were always some.

You never replied. That single message after the match the only one you sent that week. You couldn’t talk to her and pretend like the only thing you were thinking about wasn’t Sofia. How much better suited they were. How you would never be enough for Alexia.

You were trying to go to sleep the night of the final, but just like always you hated sleeping alone. Alexia’s presence in your bed had almost been a constant at one point and now you struggled to fall asleep in the cold bed, her arm not strung across your waist and her light breathing not drowning out the silence around you. You tried to occupy your mind but it always went back to her. She’d probably be partying with her team, you knew they were scheduled to fly back immediately after the final and any trophy always called for a celebration.

A bang at the door startled you, thinking it was some kind of prankster you hoped they would knock once and then leave but when it happened again, and again, and again you realised they weren’t about to go away.

You didn’t live in a rough area but it also wasn’t filled with the rich and famous. This wasn’t the first time you would have dealt with young groups trying to prank you, knowing that the only way to get rid of them was to answer the door. Your stern face didn’t exactly match the fluffy pink pyjamas you had worn to bed but that didn’t even enter your mind.

Top actors could only dream of replicating the surprise yet horror on your face as you opened the door ready to scream at whoever was there but instead you were met by the one woman who had been on your mind all night. Stood there alone, tear marks evident down her face as she almost started crying again at the mere sight of you.

“What are you doing here Ale?” You couldn’t help but sigh, no matter how much her actions had inadvertently hurt you in the past you still hated seeing her upset.

“I couldn’t wait any longer to see you.”

“It’s almost 1 Ale, I’m not doing this right now.”

“I’m sorry I completely forgot that you could have been asleep, did I wake you?” You could see the panic in her eyes that she might have caused further trouble.

“You didn’t, I’m finding it hard to get to sleep right now.” It was like your brain and your mouth weren’t connected. Your brain was telling you to shut the door right now but your mouth suddenly blurted out your problems. “You should probably go get some sleep too.”

“Not without knowing what’s going to happen to us. I’m so scared that I’ve already lost you.”

“Ale….”

“Please Y/N, I know I don’t deserve it and I know you probably hate me already but…”

“I don’t hate you.” Even with all the hurt you felt you couldn’t stand seeing her crying and upset like this. “I’m not doing this tonight but maybe you can stay. Just to sleep.”

She accepted that offer, quickly making her way up to your bedroom and to her side of the bed, letting you curl up in her arms with your head resting on her chest. “I won’t give up without a fight Y/N. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

…..

You hated admitting it but that’s the best night sleep you’d had in a long time. For a moment you almost forgot all the issues, falling asleep in her arms and then waking up like you usually would on a Sunday, the smell of bacon wafting through your house.

Quickly freshening yourself up, you made sure you put on your stern face before you made your way downstairs. It would take a lot more than this to fix what had happened and you couldn’t let her get away with it that easily.

It was hard to keep that up though as you walked into the kitchen, finding her at the stove with just your shirt on and quietly humming along to the radio.

“Hola.” You were knocked out of your trance with her greeting and small smile. “Please sit down, it’s almost done.”

Never in your life have you ever had this much awkwardness tension between you both. You busied yourself pouring you both a cup of coffee from the pot and an orange juice as she plated up the food. You ate in silence, each of you occasionally looking up willing yourself to start the conversation and then cowardly putting your head back down.

You almost couldn’t write it, just as you finished with your food, The both of you awkwardly drinking your coffee when your song came on the radio. The very song that merely two weeks ago would have put a smile on your face but now just gave you memories of that night. The very reason you were now in this situation.

“I guess we should talk about it then rather than just sit here all morning.” You started. “Is Sofia about to turn up because she’s about as much a part of this relationship as I am?”

“You know that’s not true.”

“Do I because every time we go out it’s like she turns up? I’m constantly having to fight just to even have an ounce of your attention.”

“Except from that first time I’ve never once invited her out with us. I don’t know how she’s even finding out where we are.”

“That doesn’t excuse the fact that when she is there you act like she’s the only person you want to be with. It’s like you’re still in love with her.”

“I’m not.” The speed of her response at any other time would have indicated the truth in her words but right now it meant very little. “I love you Y/N.”

“That’s so hard to believe when last week you didn’t even want to dance with me, every invitation I gave you was just thrown back in my face. You spent more time talking about Sofia’s promotion than you did celebrating my birthday.”

“I can’t explain to you how sorry I am. Like I literally feel terrible. Sofia and I we didn’t work for a reason, she’s in my past now. I only see her as my friend, then Keira mentioned about it being weird and Lucy said something as well. I didn’t realise how it could seem to them but most importantly to you.”

“It’s like I’ll never be enough Ale, I’ll never be her.” Realising just how upset you were by this and the root cause of the troubles you’d been having, Ale knelt down in front of you, taking your hands in her own.

“You’ll never be Sofia, Y/N. But I don’t want you to be her, I want you to be you because that’s the person I’m in love with.”

“I’ll never be a football geek Ale, I’ll never have this high powered job. I’ll never match what you deserve.”

“I couldn’t care less about your job, I couldn’t care less about how much you love football. I love who you are as a person. I love how passionate you are about what you do. I love how you support me and care for me. I love how you take Nala on a walk when I’m having a bad day. I love how much my family adores you.”

“You family adores Sofia too.” You argued, sometimes them bringing her up hurt more than her showing up.

“You have no idea how much they adore you, whenever I go round they always ask about you, only you. Alba mentioned you coming on our family holiday before I could even suggest it. They like Sofia as my friend but they pushed me to ask you out.”

“Really?”

“Really, I know this isn’t a short fix. I know I’ll have to work my way back into your good books but I’m ready to put in that work.”

“What about Sofia?”

“She’s pushed the line with this and I can see that now. I’ll message her, set some boundaries. You can see the messages if you want.”

“I trust you Ale.” This whole thing was never about trust and you wanted to assure her of that. “But this needs some sort of change.”

“I know and I’ll do that.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the realisation that not only was this going to change but this was going to change because of Ale stepping up for your feelings. “Thank you.” You whispered, reaching for her hand to pull her onto your lap. “I love you Ale.”

“I love you too.”

….

The next Barcelona team night out was for Jana’s 21st birthday. Thankfully for you the international girls had returned from their break, so Keira and Ingrid were there to catch up with.

The major difference though from the last night out was the reassurance Ale gave you through the night. When you were sat down there was constant contact between you both, you danced together and laughed at each other as we danced with our friends and the birthday girl.

You were expecting Sofia to be there and your suspicions were deemed correct when she walked into the club with Patri’s girlfriend.

It didn’t take her long to come over to your table, yourself and Ale joined by Ingrid, Mapi, Rolfo, Keira and Lucy.

“Hey guys.” She said, conveniently standing at the head of the table next to Ale. Resting a hand on her shoulder you could see Ale tense as she squeezed your thigh and shuffled closer to you so the hand dropped. “Hi Ale.”

“Hi Sofia.” You could see Sofia’s face drop as Ale immediately stood up, taking your hand in her own. “Come on let’s dance.”

“Oh I was just about to suggest a dance.” The girl didn’t give up.

“Sorry this is just for Y/N and I. We love this song.” You’d never even heard of this song but you weren’t about to go against her point, letting her drag you into the middle of the dancefloor. “Do you want a dance then?”

“Always with you.”

You managed to avoid her for the rest of the night, thinking you’d got away with just one interaction with her when you spotted a figure coming out to you as you both waited for your taxi.

“Ale wait.” You had to hold in your groan as Sofia shouted over to you. Your pleas for the taxi to come quicker were left unanswered as she reached you, instantly reaching out to touch Ale again. “I haven’t had the chance to speak to you alone tonight. I thought we could catch up.”

“Sofia, you read my message right?”

“But that didn’t say anything about not being friends.” You’d read the message Ale had sent the afternoon after your talk. She made it clear that it wasn’t ok for her to be at your dates or to corner her at events. She couldn’t call Ale late at night to pick her up from the club. Lastly making it clear that she loved you and Ale wouldn’t put up with her disrespecting you in any way.

“I can’t be friends with someone who’s been almost stalking me for the past six months. How have you even been able to do that?”

“I thought you would want to spend time with me after the theatre trip, I ask around for you. I just wanted to spend time with you,”

“Well don’t, I thought I loved you in the past but that’s over now. I’m with Y/N, I love her. You can’t do this anymore Sofia, you’re clinging to a rope which isn’t even there anymore.”

If she hadn’t been manipulating this whole situation up to now you would have felt sorry for her. You could see in her eyes she still loved Ale and maybe now was the first time she’s truly recognised that this love has gone from Ale. “I’ll leave you both alone.”

“Thank you.” This is the first time you’d contributed to the conversation but you had to do this. “I hope you find happiness Sofia.”

“Thank you.”

The taxi arriving gave you the perfect opportunity to slip away from the conversation, leaving her stood on the side of the road as you cuddled together in the back of the vehicle. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

#alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #woso #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso x reader #barcelona femeni #barcelona femeni imagine #barcelona femeni x reader #espwnt x reader #espwnt imagine #espwnt

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filthyjoetini · 10 months

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Love is in the Air(BnB)

a/n: Part 7! Sorry it took me so long..also, this is the last part of this story but there will be an epilogue! Yay! Thank you again to @barfightzanddiscolightz for being so patient with me and your time and effort and friendship, I looove youu. And THANK YOU, my loves, for reading. I never could’ve imagined that this little idea of mine would become this big. I loved receiving your feedback and your messages. Anyway, enjoy!

warnings: just so many emotions. Don’t get whiplash!

wordcount: 5k

part 1 - Friday night - part 2 - Saturday - part 3 - Sunday - part 4 - Monday - part 5 - Tuesday - part 6 - Wednesday - Epilogue

Thursday

Yawning, you toyed with the sausages and baked beans of the full English breakfast that Wesley had treated you to on your final morning at his and Joe’s flat. Occasionally, you’d take a bite of the food in front of you. You hadn’t slept at all last night, too afraid to miss precious time with Joe. The man in question was sitting beside you, silently watching you play with your food, nibbling on a fried mushroom.

Joe had fallen asleep rather quickly after a sweet kiss goodnight and yet another promise that you’d make it work. You guessed that dealing with your doubts must be very exhausting for him, so you decided to just watch him sleep. Occasionally, he would mumble in his sleep and even form fully comprehensible sentences. Some of them were odd and made no sense at all whilst others were just plain out funny. You had to pull yourself together so you wouldn’t laugh out loud. Most of the time, he slept peacefully, and you liked to think that your gentle touch through his hair and comforting back rubs played a role.

Letting out a sigh of defeat, you set down the fork next to your plate and ran both of your hands down your face.

“Everything alright, love?”, asked Wesley, his mouth full of baked beans.

“Yeah…sorry, I’m just not that hungry, but the food is delicious.", you replied apologetically.

Wesley swallowed down his bite of food and smiled at you compassionately. As you looked at his kind face, guilt washed over you because you knew how much effort he had put into the breakfast you had silently watched him prepare. Determined not to disappoint him, you picked up your fork again and forcefully stabbed a whole sausage with it, quickly biting off half of it. Joe raised an eyebrow at you, stifling a laugh, whilst Wesley couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“Hey, you don’t need to force yourself to eat it.”, Wesley explained, still chuckling after you had swallowed your bite of sausage. “If you want, we can pack it into a container so you can take it with you and eat it on the plane.”

You nodded curtly and set down your cutlery once more, pushing your plate away from you and instead picking up your morning tea, gingerly bringing it to your lips.

“OK.”, Wesley announced after he had cleared his plate, rising from the chair. “I have to leave soon…oh come on, love, no, no, no…no sad faces right now.”, he chided you softly when he noticed your teary eyes and downturned lips. Joe immediately leaned over from his chair and placed a gentle kiss to your temple, tenderly resting his hand atop yours, which was now gripping the table’s edge. He soothingly rubbed your hand, trying to get you to relax your grip. Eyes unfocused, you stared blankly at the wall across the table. You weren't ready to say goodbye to Wesley just yet; you needed more time.

Wesley, whose face was now also reflecting sadness, knelt beside you and lightly tapped his finger on your thigh. Slowly, you blinked, refocusing your gaze, and turned to face him. His hand now fully rested on your thigh, gently squeezing it.

“Love, believe me. This is hard for me too.”, he explained, a faint smile gracing his lips. “I mean, I gained a new bestie in a few short days. That doesn't happen often, you know. I’m so very glad I got to meet you, which is why I got you a little something. If you’ll follow me.”

Removing his hand from your thigh, Wesley stood up, extending his hand towards you. You looked at him, then at Joe, who managed to make you let go of the table. Now, your hand was in Joe's, his thumb tenderly caressing the side of yours. When you met his gaze, he nodded softly, released your hand, and got up as well.

“Go on. I’ll take care of the dishes.”, he said, placing another kiss on your temple before starting to clear the table. You slowly rose from your chair, placing your hand in Wesley's open palm. He gently led you out of the kitchen and into the hallway, eventually stopping in front of the commode adorned with the various photographs that hung on the wall above it. Letting go of your hand, he opened the top drawer and pulled out a small envelope. He quickly shut the drawer again and slowly turned to face you, soft smile still playing on his lips as he held out the envelope to you.

“Here, this is for you.”

Gingerly, you took it from his fingers and slowly opened it. Inside were several photographs, which you carefully extracted and examined one by one.

The first one captured the lively night at the pub when you first met Joe and Wesley's friends. It showed you twirling and laughing with Becky and Dan whilst Felix, Jack, and Oliver were pictured behind you, gulping down their pints. Standing out amongst them was Joe, whose eyes were filled with adoration as he watched you. The next photo displayed the group’s broad smiles on the day at the lake, taken by Wesley using his phone’s self-timer. It was a fantastic shot. The third photo depicted you and Joe, cuddled up and sleeping on the sofa. You had been illuminated only by the hallway's ceiling light; the rest of the room shrouded in darkness.

You looked up at Wesley with a raised eyebrow to which he just shrugged and giggled.

“You both looked adorable. I couldn’t resist.”

You playfully shoved his shoulder, then shifted your attention to the last photograph. It captured Joe and you in a tight embrace at the pub the previous night, your heads resting on each other, as you were swaying gently. Somehow, Wesley had managed to capture just the two of you, with everyone else vanishing from around you.

You stared at the picture for what felt like an eternity when you noticed a few droplets forming on its glossy surface. Gingerly, you brought your free hand to your face, tracing the stream of tears with your fingertips. Wesley, who had been watching you intently, now engulfed you in his arms, holding you close to his chest.

A faint sob escaped your body and Wesley tried to calm you down, gently rubbing your back and shushing you softly.

“Tha-ha-nk yo-uh-hu…I’m…go-ho-nna mi-hi-ss you so-ho mu-hu-hu-huuuch.”, you cried into his chest, and he let you, continuing to stroke your back. You had tried so hard not to cry but to you, goodbyes were one of the worst things to go through and always resulted in you breaking out in tears.

Once your sobs had somewhat subsided, Wesley released his embrace and took the photos from your hand, returning them to the envelope. He placed it on the commode, then took your hands in his.

With tear-streaked cheeks, you finally looked up at him, noticing the tears pooling in the corners of his eyes, which he managed to hold back. You silently wished you were as strong as him but here you were, a blubbering mess instead.

“You’re very welcome.”, he replied, swallowing hard. “I’m gonna miss you too…so much.” He turned to face the wall above the commode and spoke again. “By the way, I made copies of the pictures…well only of three of them…I can’t hang the one of you lovebirds on the sofa on the wall for everyone to see. It's a bit too intimate.”

Following his gaze, you saw three new additions to the photo wall. Sniffling, you let out a choked laugh at his reasoning, understanding the significance. It was an incredibly personal moment, and you were grateful he had captured it, even if Joe and you had been oblivious to it.

“There it is…”, Wesley smiled and hugged you once more. “I’m gonna miss that smile… can I share one more secret with you?

You nodded softly, and Wesley brought his lips to your ear.

"My loneliness wasn't the only reason I rented out Joe's room.", he confessed, prompting you to lean back and look at him, eyebrows furrowed.

"Don't give me that look. It's not that bad... well, maybe it is a little bad, but hear me out, okay? So, yes, I was feeling lonely, but the money thing was a complete lie. I'm not struggling financially. The truth is, Joe has been miserable in his love life for a while. His dates never end the way he hopes. Most women figured out who he was and only wanted one thing from him. Sure, he had his fair share of flings, but as his best mate, I knew he wanted something more serious. I tried to help him, set him up on more dates, and we even tried countless dating apps. Nothing worked. Eventually, he gave up.”, he explained as you stood there, still in his embrace, shocked and feeling sorry for Joe. You couldn't imagine how challenging it must have been for him, knowing that women were only interested because of his newfound fame.

“So, you listed the room on AirBnB? Out of all places?”, you asked incredulously.

“Yes. I mean. I had a plan. Besides, I received numerous inquiries. I went through all of them, and then I saw you, and it felt perfect."

“Jesus Christ, Wesley.”, you scolded, wriggling out of his arms. “This could have gone in a completely different direction, you know."

“But it didn’t.”, he replied, sporting a smug grin.

“No, it didn’t…which is crazy.”, you agreed.

“Look, I noticed Joe's interest after your brief interaction the night you met. I just had to work my magic."

You rolled your eyes at him and eventually pulled him into your arms, hugging him tightly.

“Thank you.”

“It was my pleasure.”, he retorted, returning your hug. "Just one thing, don't say a word to Joe about this, or he'll tear me a new arsehole.

“OK. I won’t tell him. But you definitely deserve a new one.”, you giggled softly, releasing a deep sigh.

Wesley let go of you and clapped his hands together.

“I’m really sorry, love. But I have to get going. My boss won't be pleased if I'm late for work again.”, he pouted, beckoning you into one more hug.

“I’m gonna miss you, Wes.”

“I’m gonna miss you too, love. Have a safe flight, and text me once you've landed.”

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes once more, but Wesley shook his head, planting a tender kiss on your now dried cheek, then releasing you for the final time.

“Take care.”

“You too.”

---

After Wesley had closed the door behind him, Joe enveloped you in an embrace from behind, and you leaned back into his chest.

“Are you alright?”

“Not really.”, you confessed, and he nodded, planting a gentle kiss on the top of your head. You both stood there for a few minutes, motionless, until you finally spoke up.

“I have to finish packing my things.”

Joe nodded and hesitantly let go of you, taking your hand and leading you into his bedroom where your open suitcase and backpack were on the floor. Sighing, you eyed them warily.

"I'll go grab my toiletries. Baby, would you mind putting the rest of my clothes back in my suitcase? I'd appreciate it.”, you asked Joe with a defeated tone. Nodding, he approached the bed where a few items of clothing and two pairs of shoes were still laid out. He carefully picked up the shoes and placed them inside the netted compartment of your suitcase. You observed him for a moment, then turned and walked off to the bathroom.

Grabbing your washbag, you collected your scattered belongings, finding your hairbrush in the soap dish of the bathtub alongside your razor. Half of your lotions, face creams, and other skincare products, as well as your makeup, were scattered across the sink and floor. It took you ten minutes and two more searches through the cabinets and drawers until you were certain you had everything.

Closing your washbag, you returned to Joe's room to find him standing inside your suitcase with a huge grin on his face. You stopped dead in your tracks, raising an eyebrow and gaping at him in bewilderment. Shaking your head, you couldn't help but snort.

“What are you doing, Joe?”, you asked with a light chuckle, taking slow steps in his direction.

“I packed up the last of your things. Now all you gotta do is zip it up. If I curl up in a foetal position, you might be able to smuggle me through airport security.”, he explained animatedly. You took one more step forward, stood on your tiptoes and placed a soft peck to his lips.

“Oh, how I wish I could do that.”

Taking his hands in yours, you gently tugged at them, making him step out of the suitcase. As his feet touched the ground again, he leaned down slightly, capturing your lips in another tender kiss.

“I need to call a cab soon, my flight’s at 1:00 PM and it’s already 9:30 AM.”, you said, pulling away from the kiss. Kneeling down on one knee, you brought the suitcase closer, placed your washbag inside, and zipped it up.

“You don’t need to call a cab. I can drive you to the airport.”, Joe sweetly offered, helping you up from the floor and pulling your suitcase up as well.

“No, baby, you don’t have to do that.”, you politely declined, putting on your denim jacket and checking your trouser pockets for your phone, “Besides, didn’t you have an interview scheduled for this afternoon?”

“I cancelled it. Said I had a family emergency.”, he casually confessed. Your mouth fell open and your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets at his nonchalant admission.

“Joseph Anthony Francis Quinn! You shouldn’t have done that. You can’t just put your life on hold because of me.”, you berated him, placing your hands on your hips. Joe initially looked incredulous, not expecting such a reaction, but upon seeing your flared nostrils and furrowed brows, he burst into laughter.

“I mean it! Don’t laugh at me!”

“You’re adorable, darling.”, he commented on your anger, taking the two steps that were in between you to close the distance. “Besides, right now, you and the limited time I have left to spend with you are more important than some silly magazine interview."

His lips were now mere millimetres away from yours and his arms wrapped around your waist. You released a shuddered breath, your anger melted away to be replaced with new tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. Softly, he hushed you, moving one hand to your face, delicately wiping away the unshed tears from your eyes down your cheeks and sealing his caress with his plump lips against yours.

In all the years you had spent on this planet, no one had gone out of their way for you like Joe had done multiple times these past few days. And that fact showed you how much he already cared for you. It was just very overwhelming for you to accept even the tiniest and most common gestures.

Reluctantly, you pulled away from his lips and cleared your throat, averting your eyes and looking down at your hands.

“Thank you.”, you whispered softly. “And sorry for chiding you.”

Chuckling softly, Joe shook his head and bent down to pick up your backpack, swiftly slinging it over his shoulder.

“It’s fine…go put on your shoes. We have to leave in five minutes otherwise you’re gonna miss your flight.”

At first, you didn’t move a muscle. Missing your flight seemed like a great idea, but then Joe moved behind you, placed his hands on your shoulders, and shoved you towards the hallway.

“Wait! I need to say bye to your bedroom!”

He rolled his eyes and went back to get your suitcase.

“Fine. I’ll wait by the door.”

He grabbed your suitcase by the handle and pulled it behind him to the bedroom door, playfully slapping your bum as he passed you, causing you to yelp softly.

“Idiot.”, you muttered under your breath, then turning to take one last look at his bedroom. You would miss his incredibly comfortable bed, which was ten times better than yours at home. And you would miss his so called “organised chaos”. But most of all, you would miss the time spent together in this very room. With a sigh, you turned and walked out of his room, closing the door behind you. Just as you were about to make your way down the hallway, the open living room door caught your attention. Glancing at Joe, who was now impatiently waiting by the front door and tapping his wrist, you nodded towards the living room, asking permission to say goodbye to it as well. He rolled his eyes once more, and you peeked inside the living room, soft smile on your face.

“Goodbye, living room. I will miss you.”, you said, then turned to the sofa, feigning disgust. "Although I won't miss you. You evil piece of furniture."

You heard a snort coming from down the hallway, followed by a whiny voice.

“Babe. Come oooon! It’s 10 o’clock! We have to go now.”

“OK, fine. I’m coming. Just tell me to my face that you want to get rid of me.”, you replied, exaggeratingly stomping towards him, crouching down, and deliberately putting on your shoes at an extra slow pace.

“Yes. Please. I can't stand having you around and taking up Wes's and my space any longer.”, he deadpanned, grabbing your hand and opening the door, practically dragging you out of the flat. You then rushed down the stairwell and out of the house to one of the parking spaces on the street where his car was parked.

He placed your suitcase in the boot before climbing into the driver’s seat and handing you your backpack.

“You ready?”

“No.”

“OK. Let’s go.”

---

Hand in hand with Joe, you patiently stood in the short queue at your airline's check-in counter, waiting to drop off your luggage. You thanked whoever was up in the sky that online check-in existed in these times you were living in because London’s traffic had once again proven to be a nightmare. It took you a gruelling hour and 15 minutes to reach London City Airport from his flat, and time was slowly but surely ticking away. You were well aware that in a couple of minutes you had to say goodbye to Joe and the uncertainty, not knowing when you would see him again, weighed heavily on your mind.

“…thank you. Here’s your receipt.”, the lady at the counter, whose professional smile showed a trace of sympathy, spoke to you, holding out your passport and receipt for you to take. Your mind being elsewhere, you didn’t notice that she was talking to you. Joe smiled at her and took your documents, exiting the queue to your left. As London City Airport was relatively small, you knew that taking the escalators upstairs would lead you directly to airport security. However, you weren't ready to go just yet because it meant leaving Joe behind.

Joe led you away from the bustling crowd, finding a quiet corner, his face displaying a sad smile. Seeing him like this almost made you break down on the spot. He spoke to you, but his words didn't register as you just saw him holding up his hand towards you, signalling for you to wait a moment. It finally sank in that this was it; you had to say goodbye. Your flight would start boarding in an hour. Shit - this means I only have 15 minutes to say goodbye to him. I’m not ready. No. No. Please. I am not ready!

Unaware of your inner turmoil, Joe had one hand rummaging through his pocket, his forehead creased in concentration, and his tongue peeked out from between his lips. You were blanky staring at him, tears burning in your eyes and lips trembling.

With a soft ahh he pulled something out from his trousers’ pocket and held it up in front of your face. Refocusing your eyes, you saw a delicate golden necklace, but what caught your attention was what dangled from it. You glanced at Joe’s hand and sure enough, his favourite ring was missing. The bulky sterling silver ring provided a striking contrast to the slender chain.

Your lips quivered and he motioned wordlessly for you to turn around which you did instantly. Once he had closed the clasp and laid the necklace gently against your skin, you turned around, covering your face with your hands as tears now silently flowed down your cheeks.

“You shouldn’t have, Joe.”, you mumbled into your hands. “This is your favourite ring.”

“And you’re my favourite person, so it’s only right that you keep it.”, he pulled you into his arms and you slung yours around his neck tightly, leaning up to press your lips against his. Suddenly, you felt a cool sensation on your arms and pulled back slightly to look up at who you now certainly could call the most important person in your life. He also had tears spilling down his face as he fought to hold back a trembling sob.

“Baby.”, you cooed softly trough your tears, pecking his lips again. “Thank you so much. I’m gonna wear it every day…I’m really sorry, I don’t have anything to give to you.”

“You don’t have to.”, he whispered back, his voice filled with tenderness. “Spending the past few days with you was enough to fill me with happiness. I will cherish every second right here.” He took one arm from around you and placed it over his heart, smiling softly through his tears, causing you to sob even harder.

Placing both hands on either side of your face, he drew you in for another deep, passionate kiss, caressing the apples of your cheeks with his thumbs. You kissed him back, leaving both his and your lips slightly swollen. Pulling back slightly, Joe whispered against your lips.

“Wanna know a secret?”

You nodded in response.

“I really, really like like you and I’m gonna miss you so so much.”

Sniffling, you nodded again, opening your mouth slightly to speak against his lips.

“Wanna know a secret too?”

Now it was his turn to nod, a small smile gracing his lips.

“I really, really like like you too and I’m also gonna miss you so so much.”

You were now both smiling against each other’s lips, tears still streaming down your faces, leaving salty trails on your chins, and staining your shirts and the floor below.

“Good thing we’re on the same page.”, Joe uttered, removing one of his hands from your face and wiping his with the sleeve of his thin jumper. “Otherwise, I might have had to take back my ring.”

You shook your head at his statement, pulling him closer to you again. He wrapped one arm around your shoulder and moved his other hand, that was still on your face, to wipe away your tears.

“Come one, darling. Time to go upstairs.”

You nodded softly and he let go of you, taking your hand in his once more. Slowly, you two made your way up the escalators to where the queue for checking the boarding passes started. Joe pulled you aside once more, holding your hands in his.

“This is it.”, he started, and you nodded, taking a deep breath. “Please call me when you’ve landed. If you forget, I will take the next flight and personally make sure you got home safely.”

You tilted your head to the side, a quaint smile forming on your lips.

“Is that a promise?”

“Babe. No. It should be a threat.”, he groaned, throwing his head back.

“Sounds like a promise, though.”

“Shush, I’m not finished yet.”, he hushed you, letting go of your hands and briefly covering your mouth with his hand. “Please call me.”

You nodded, and he continued.

“I promise, I’m gonna call you every day. We can FaceTime. I love FaceTiming, even when I'm abroad for work, which will be soon. I'm heading to the United States for some conventions, and then I'll be filming my next major film in Morocco - Gladiator 2, baby! Can you believe it? But I'll call you whenever I can, even if it's the middle of the night for me or the early hours of the day. We'll make it work.”, he rambled, his hand still covering your mouth. It was kind of cute, listening to his word vomit.

You gingerly removed his hand from your lips and tenderly held it in yours.

“We also need to finish watching Stranger Things.”, you declared, glancing up at him, searching for his warm chocolate eyes.

“Oh, yes. We can schedule FaceTime dates and watch Stranger Things together.”, he smiled and nodded softly, leaning down to give your lips another peck. Just as he pulled away, your phone vibrated in your pocket, signalling that your flight would begin boarding soon. A lump formed in your throat. This was now it. This was goodbye. Overwhelmed, you couldn't hold back your emotions any longer. They had been building up inside of you for the better part of the last 24 hours and you just couldn’t hold it in anymore. Your body shook violently with sobs and Joe pulled you into his chest, swaying you gently. Kissing your forehead, he whispered that everything’s going to be OK. You nodded stiffly against his pecs trying to regain composure. Giving yourself a couple of moments to even out your erratic breathing, you swallowed hard.

“I have to go now.”, you croaked out and Joe nodded against your hair. He cupped your face for one final time, placing the sweetest, most emotionally charged kiss on your lips, which you returned with equal fervour.

Pulling back, he kissed the side of your mouth, your cheek, and finally your temple before grudgingly letting go of you completely, leading you to the end of the queue. He stood beside you until your boarding card was checked and you were guided through the gate to join another queue for the security check. He gave you one final peck, and then you were out of his reach.

Joe had moved to a corner where he could still see you slowly advancing towards the luggage and body scanners. He was rubbing at his face, wiping away his tears and sniffling loudly, but kept his eyes trained on you and you did the same. With every second step you took, you would turn around and search his face. When it was time to turn the corner, you saw Joe blow you a kiss, which you caught and pressed against your chest. Returning the gesture, you blew a kiss back, and he even made a locking motion over his heart. You snorted softly, a small smile forming on your lips as you shook your head and waved one last time before disappearing behind the wall.

Joe watched you vanish around the corner, your hand still up and waving with that smile on your lips he had grown to adore, his hand still mid-air. He lingered there for about ten minutes before an airport staff member informed him that he couldn't stay in that area and asked him to return to the check-in hall. He apologised profusely and swiftly made his way down the escalator by himself when his phone chimed in his pocket. He took it out and saw a new WhatsApp message from you. You had made it through security and were now on your way to the gate. He smiled down at your message and immediately responded with a string of heart emojis, asking you to keep him updated.

He decided to leave the airport only once your flight had taken off, so he walked over to the waiting area and sat down on one of the seats. Whilst waiting for another update from you, his mind raced. He calculated dates and made mental adjustments, opening his calendar app to confirm his thoughts. Bingo. He was right. He quickly opened his contacts, scrolling through until he found this one particular person he was looking for.

Just as he was about to press the call button you updated him once more that you had boarded the plane which was now taxiing toward the runway and that you already missed him terribly. He replied that he missed you too and wished you the safest flight of all flights that had ever taken place and finished it off with the kissy-face emoji. You quickly sent one back yourself, informing him that you were switching to airplane mode now.

His last reply which read: “OK. Please call me when you’ve landed. You promised.”, showed only one tick, indicating that your phone was now truly in airplane mode. Sighing, Joe closed WhatsApp and returned to his contacts and pressed the call button.

He stood up slowly from the row of seats, making his way toward the exit of the airport and the car park. Joe almost hung up after the fourth ring when suddenly, the person he was looking for, answered the phone.

“Hey, Alex. Are you busy? No?...Good. Uhm, I just checked my calendar and realised I have nothing scheduled after wrapping up my new project…keep it that way.”

THE END

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Tumblr Romance - A TMNT Short

Turtle Doves.

I'm supposed to be working on my TMNT Trick or Kink, and at this point, it's not gonna be posted til Christmas 😂

Why? You ask.

Because I have an uncooperative brain that writes things like this instead.

ANYWAY...

I've given another shot at a reader x turtle one-shot in the form of Gender neutral reader and turtle of choice.

Please forgive me for any mistakes 😘

~Disclaimer~ I used a made-up blogger name in this fic (@tmnt-blogger). If it's suddenly taken, I apologize 😂😘

Also, there is a PRETEND phone number in the fic. For the love of all that is good... Don't call it ☠️😂

AND! Never go to meet someone, by yourself, from the internet that you don't know.

ok. I think that's all.

18+ content - for mature audiences only!

Please don't steal my work. Reblogging for others to enjoy is highly encouraged, though 🤩

The Tumblr Romance

You ever talk to another Tumblr user, and just… It clicks?

It feels good… Right… Familiar…

You talk to them here and there, hoping to learn more about them, but they hold back, and keep a mysterious air to them.

And you want so badly for them to like you enough to want to call you their friend?

Yeah.

It happened exactly like that.

Another blogger had posted an unbelievable fic starring your favorite turt. The fic was SO. GOOD. They knew exactly how to portray his character perfectly. It was almost as if it was written by the turtle himself.

You just had to let the writer know how amazing their written work was and how much it touched you when you read it. You knew that just leaving a comment wouldn't be enough to show proper gratitude. You needed to DM them.

So, after typing and retyping the message about a thousand times, you hit send and held your breath. Their immediate, warm response filled your heart with joy, and you couldn't help yourself as you unleashed praise after praise about their work. Thankfully they were both flattered, and understanding after you completely ‘fangirled’ over them via messenger, and continued to talk with you. The two of you really hit it off and began to chat regularly.

🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

You had been talking to @tmnt-blogger for a couple of months now, a few days each week. The words they chose to use and how they spoke to you through DM had you absolutely captivated.

Sweet. Kind. Funny. Intelligent.

They had you completely intrigued.

You wanted to know more about them but didn't want to ask too many questions, fearing they might think you were some lunatic. So, instead, you shared some of your life with them, in hopes they would share theirs - and they did! But it was always sparingly, to much of your dismay.

You didn't want to push and seem like a huge creep. You wanted them to share only what they were comfortable sharing.

Meanwhile, you were dying on the inside with curiosity as your innocent intrigue slowly turned into a crush.

💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

About six months in, the flirting started.

Always innocent at first, with you messaging "goodnight!💕" and them responding "goodnight <3" to you.

It was super cute and left you hoping for more. Hoping that these feelings that you were having weren't one-sided.

Then, finally, the flirty banter rolled in… but only after you took that leap, asking what you could call them.

You: I have a question.

You: But I'm a little nervous to ask you.

Them: Ask away. Don't be shy.

You: ok. Just remember. You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. And please let me know if I cross a line.

Them: must be a serious question 😉

You: What can I call you? It feels so impersonal to keep calling you tmnt_blogger. Borderline disrespectful.

Them: You can call me whatever you'd like.

You: 😑

You: That's not how this works ☹️

Them: why not? Whatever you choose will be fine. Perfect, even.

You: Can I know your pronouns, then?

Them: does it matter what my pronouns are?

You: Well… No… I just didn't want to misgender you…

You: But that's fine. You don't need to tell me if you're uncomfortable telling me… I'm just gonna claim you and call you mine 😂

Them: He/Him. But I'm totally ok with that label 😉

Oh, the butterflies that the last message caused. You were sure he was just teasing you, but you secretly hoped he meant it.

It wasn't long after that night that he really started to flirt with you.

Your heart was a mess with him sending you things like…

Him: alright, I'm off to bed

You: sweet dreams! 😘

Him: they're only sweet when you're in them 😉

Him: How was your day?

You: work was awful. But I'm much better now that I'm talking to you 🥰

Him: I'm sorry to hear that you had a hard day. Wanna cuddle?🤗

And

You: OMG it's FREEZING outside. I just got in from shoveling snow 🥶

Him: Sounds like you need a quick way to warm up…I can lend a hand with that if you'd like 😉

It went on like this for a little over a year; until you told him you were going to NYC to visit a guy friend.

Him: Where did you meet this guy? How long have you known him?

Him: and he's a friend? That's an awfully long trip for just a friend.

You: Yes, he's just a friend. He's one of my friends from college.

You: And I'd come to visit you! But I don't know where you live 😂

Him: What if I told you I was in NYC?

You: Then I'd definitely make a point to come to meet you!

You: I mean, if you wanted to meet, that is.

Him: Even though you've never even heard my voice? You don't even know my name. What if I'm a predator?

You: That's totally on you. If you wanna kidnap me, then go for it. You'll be begging me to leave before 24 hours are up 😂

Him: That's highly doubtful. It's more likely I'd be begging you to stay 😘

Your breath caught at that last message, and you needed a moment for your brain to reboot.

You: I could only be so lucky 😉💕

💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

The next few months passed, and even though you two had started messaging daily, the topic of meeting never found its way back into your conversations with him.

Which was understandable. You were a stranger on the internet.

But it was also extremely disappointing.

The time had finally come for your trip to NYC. You told your Tumblr crush that you wouldn't be online for the next week while you were away. You wanted to enjoy your vacation and not be rude to your long-time friend.

And that's when it happened.

Him: will you still be checking your texts?

You: LOL of course… Why?

After a long pause, he responded.

Him: (212) 555-0986

Him: That's my cell phone number. I don't want you to feel pressured into giving me yours if you're uncomfortable about it, though.

You sat there with your jaw on the floor and your heart racing.

He's giving you his number?

You must've been sitting slack-jawed for a little too long because he messaged you again.

Him: Oh geez. I'm sorry. Did I cross the line?

You: NO!

You: Oh goodness no! I was just a bit surprised that you gave me your number…

Him: I just want to make sure you're safe. I hope that's alright?

You: 🥰

You: of course it is

You type his number into your phone and send him a quick "Hi" so he has your number.

Him: Excellent!

You: Now you're really in trouble. You'll be getting messages from me all the time 😂

Him: I was going to say the same to you 😉

💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

For the next few days, the pair of you texted back and forth like maniacs, and you were thoroughly enjoying his constant 'company.'

As you boarded the plane, he was messaging and asking ALL the questions.

Him: So, what part of NY will you be in?

You: My friend has an apartment in Manhattan, and I'll be staying in his spare room.

Him: What types of things will you be doing? Will it be just you and him?

You: I'm not sure. He said he's got everything planned out, but he's keeping it all a surprise.

You: And yes, it's just me and him.

You: Is it alright if I ask… Are you really in NY?

Him: Yes. And I actually also live in Manhattan.

Your adrenaline was pumping.

Maybe you'd really get to meet him. But you weren't going to hype yourself up just to be disappointed.

You: Alright. I'm on the plane, and the flight attendant is giving me the hairy eyeball. I'll text you when I land 😘

Him: Stay safe, and I'll talk to you soon, Love 💕

Oh lord. This man had your heart in his hands, and you didn't even know his name.

🤲💓🤲💓🤲💓🤲💓🤲💓🤲💓🤲💓

Your trip had been great so far. Your friend brought you to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, The Morgan Library and Museum, and The American Museum of Natural History!

However, by the third day, he had a family emergency and needed to fly out to Texas that afternoon. He told you that he could help you pay for a hotel because you wouldn't be able to stay in his apartment. His landlord was super strict about visitors staying without the renter being present.

He apologized profusely as the both of you packed. You told him it was ok, and you completely understood.

After walking him down to the front of his building, where he gave you a big hug, he hailed a cab, leaving you standing there all alone.

*Ping*

You felt tears welling up in your eyes as you opened your phone and saw the message flash across your screen.

Him: How's your day been?

You: I've had better.

Him: What's going on?

You let the tears of disappointment run down your cheeks as you poured your heart out and told him everything.

Including the fact that you now had to find a hotel for the remainder of your stay.

~Then~

Your phone rang.

He was calling you.

"Hello?" You sniffled.

"Where are you?" He asked.

Holy shit, was his voice sexy.

"Um… I'm still standing out in front of my friend's apartment," you told him.

"Do you think you can meet me down on Elizabeth Street in Little Italy?" He asked, lowering his voice a bit.

"Sure, it's not far from here. We walked there for dinner last night," you told him as you turned to look in that direction.

"Good. I'll stay on the phone with you until I can see you," he said.

You put on your headset, so you could have both hands to pull your luggage as you navigated your way down a few blocks to get to Elizabeth Street.

"Alright. I see you," he said. "See the Laundromat?"

"Yes…"

"Walk one more store down until you see the red staircase. Take those stairs to the top. I'll meet you on the rooftop," he instructed you right before hanging up.

Well, that's not ominous or anything.

You did as he asked and found your way to the rooftop of said building.

*Ping*

You looked down at your phone to see a message from him.

Him: I'm by the greenhouse.

Your heart was in your throat as you walked to the very dark, overgrown greenhouse.

This was actually happening.

"Hello?" You asked out loud.

"Hey," he said, still standing in the dark.

"Are you gonna come out?" You asked him with a smirk.

"Yes, but before I do… You need to know… I'm a little different…" he warned.

"Aren't we all?" You sassed him, causing him to let out a small chuckle.

"Just… Promise me you won't freak out," he sighed, sounding extremely nervous.

"I promise," you assured him.

You couldn't stop the excited smile that danced across your face as you heard him talking himself up. "Ok… It'll be great," he said to himself softly.

And as he stepped into the moonlight, your excited smile fell to sobering shock.

There he was. In all his glory, towering above you with beautiful green, pebbled skin, huge defined muscles, and kind eyes that seemed as if they could see right into your soul.

He stopped a couple of feet away from you, his eyes turning sad as he assessed your reaction.

"It's you…" you whispered, your shock melting into an emotional smile.

He let out a huff as a relieved smile spread across his handsome face.

Looking up at him with admiration, you took a few steps to close the distance between the two of you. Without thinking, your hand went up to touch his plastron. You caught the quick quirk of his eyebrow ridge right before your fingertips made contact with his chest.

"Oh, geez… I'm so…" you started. But before you could finish, one of his hands was around your wrist and pulling you into his arms.

"I don't mind. I promise," he said, leaning down so he could place your small hand up around his neck.

You felt your breath catch as he pulled you in tight, one hand on the small of your back, as the other came up to cradle your face.

"You're absolutely gorgeous," you marveled, looking into his eyes.

"I think that's supposed to be my line," he teased through a chuckle as he lowered his face to yours, making you blush.

"Would it be too bold of me to ask you to come and stay with me for the rest of your vacation?" He asked, lowering his voice as he bumped his snout against your nose.

"Really?" You breathed out, lips in hopeful pursuit of his, as he pulled his head back to look down at you again.

"Really," he confirmed, dipping back down for a moment and chancing a small kiss on the tip of your nose.

Sliding your hand up to the base of his skull, you pulled him down to you.

"Is this an invitation?" He breathed out, his mouth hovering above yours.

You nodded in response, hoping he'd close the gap, but it wasn't until you whimpered a "Please" that he gave you what you wanted.

Lighter than a feather, he brushed his pout against yours.

Once…

Twice…

Three times…

Teasing you in the most delicious way and making you cling to him like your life depended on it.

His incredible restraint was killing you as he continued his faint kisses, leading to a small moan of disapproval from your throat.

And it broke him.

His arm tightened around your waist as he pressed his lips against yours, firm and soft. The hand that cradled your face slid down toward your chin so his thumb could pull your mouth open.

Because, boy, was he ready for a taste.

His tongue slid through your parted lips and moved against yours. The gasp he pulled from you was rewarded with a sensual moan from him and made him tangle his hand in your hair.

You pulled your body impossibly closer to him as his soft, plush lips massaged yours over and over. The way he maintained a slow, gentle pace was driving you mad.

Taking matters into your own hands, you sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, earning you a primal-sounding growl.

He pulled back from the kiss, using a tiny bit of suction when he did, effectively sending a wave of desire through your entire being. That familiar warmth made its way to the apex of your thighs, creating an entirely different level of longing.

"Easy, Love," his voice was husky, as his lips followed your jawline and trailed down the length of your neck, "you're gonna get more than you bargained for."

"You have no idea what I bargained for," you moaned, spurring him on.

A pleasurable ache blossomed as he bit the spot where your neck met the top of your shoulder. Gently, he dragged his teeth closed until his lips took over and sealed the spot. Then he sucked.

Hard.

You gasped as your stomach muscles tightened while you did your best to move your thighs together to relieve some of the growing ache he was inflicting.

He ended his delightful torment with a soothing caress of his tongue on the love mark, followed by a delicate kiss.

His lips found their way back to yours, but for only a moment.

"So, you gonna introduce us?" Came a voice from behind him, "or you gonna eat your friend alive?"

He pulled back and smirked at you before turning his head towards the voice.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm going to introduce you," he said with a naughty grin.

His attention turned back to you, his grin turning sultry. And as your eyes locked, he whispered, "But I'm definitely gonna eat you alive."

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melissa-titanium · 4 months

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ok final boob post. goodnight. (not actualy night i have to go to my aunts. thank you for being silly with us ill try to keep reblogging stuff but im gonna be away :)

final message

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cheynovak · 4 months

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Forest Green Eyes - PART 4

Castiel & Y/N Winchester

Warnings: SMUT – 16+ …

Side note: English isn’t my first language.

Words: 1794

This story takes place after the SPN finally. Jack asked Castiel to go back to earth to be the guardian angel of Y/N. Cas accepts this task but only to discover that Y/N is the biological child of Dean.

Part 5 Now online

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And like a magnet your face turned towards him. Looking in each other eyes once more grinning.

All you could think of was kissing those angelic lips again. But that was the beers you had earlier talking right... Right?

The drive home was quiet. The windows were down, and the hot summer breeze landed on her skin. Y/N and Cas had just offered to drop Tom and Anna of at their home since they were clearly not able to drive anymore. The entire ride Anna kept looking at these pictures. “You guys are ok with me posting them on insta?” When they were home save, it was just the two of you.

Castiel started to think about the kiss. He wanted to talk but didn’t know where to begin.

"Music?” Y/N asked leading Castiel out of his thoughts?

* Eric Clapton – Wonderful tonight started playing*

Both Y/N and Castiel sat there listening to the words. Y/N didn’t want to make anything more awkward by changing the channel. Would be too obvious she thought. She looked over at Cas, he clearly had no problem with the music.

Little did she know that the angel did his best not to look at her, afraid to give his feelings away and make her uncomfortable.

Once home Y/N removed her jacket and walked towards the kitchen. “You want something?”

He didn’t answer but followed her, trying to find to courage to talk about what happened. “Y/N... We need to talk.”

“Yeah, what’s up?” Trying to sound normal, not looking at him. Afraid of what he would say.

“About tonight, you know, the eh ... kiss.” He asked with his heart beating out of his chest.

A moment passed as she tried to find an answer. I can’t tell him what I felt tonight, it is so wrong! He probably still sees me as some little kid.

“Oh that. Well, that was a means to an end. I thought you wouldn’t mind. The guy clearly got the message without breaking bottles or bones.” She said slowly turning to Castiel.

Castiel’s heart dropped, it felt like the world came down on him. Y/N noticed the way he started to walk backwards looking at the ground. “Cas?”

He cleared his voice “Yes, well, that was what I thought.” He said with a smile like he had a toothache. “I, eh, I, I'm going to my room. It was a long day. Goodnight, Y/N.”

Y/N let out a sigh, oh god what did I do. If someone deserves an honest answer it is Castiel.

And he looked so hurt by my answer. He even went to his room. The man didn’t need sleep, so it had been weeks maybe months that he stayed the night in there. He usually would read a book in the main rooms, watched a movie or prepared food for Y/N. He even reorganized the entire archives from the man of letters.

Castiel is laying down on his bed. Listening to some music he borrowed from Y/N. Trying his best to reset his feelings. Back to normal Castiel, you are here for a purpose, a job. Even though he still had no idea why or what he was supposed to do.

Looking after a kid was easy, a teen more challenging but he managed. Y/N is a woman now, who’ve read every book in this archive, who knows every story. A woman who is incredibly smart and kind, a little stubborn and grumpy, maybe even a little temperamental. Who acts first and thinks later.

And oh, so beautiful, her full lips, high cheekbones, dark blond/light brown hair, and her big green eyes... And taller than the average women he met.

But he was sure there were more people like that.

There can only be one reason that Jack was so interested in this kid. She had to be family in his eyes.

He heard a soft knock on the door. “Cas? Are you ok?”

The angel opened the door slightly, just enough so he could stand in the doorway.

Y/N stood closer to the door than he expected. She was already in her sleeping shirt and underwear. “Hi.” She said while her lip curled slightly, clearly not knowing how to react. “Hey” He answered while letting out a breath.

- “Cas, I’m sorry.”

“What?”

- “I couldn’t sleep and kept thinking it isn’t fair to lie to you, to lie to myself.”

Is she saying what I think she is? “What?” he repeated.

Y/N looked at the floor. ”I think, I love you Castiel.”

Castiel lifted a hand under her chin.” Look at me Y/N... Please.” So she did.

The second Y/N’s eyes locked in those ocean blue eyes she felt her whole body move forward.

Castiel placed his hands on her face accepting her, accepting her kiss, pulling her in. This kiss was long and passioned. Y/N’s hands caressing his shoulder and torso. Castiel walked back leading Y/N into the room. Y/N started to undo his tie and unbutton his shirt while her lips moved from his lips towards his neck without losing their touch.

Castiel moved his hand from her face down, over her arms, stroking the side of her breast. Y/N felt a shiver down her spine that made her moan a little under her breath.

As she pushes his shirt of his shoulders, he grabbed her wrists and pulls back so he can look at her. “Y/N wait... Are you sure? I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to or regret when you’re sober.”

“Castiel, I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life. I want all of you.” She said while softly kissing his neck going over his chest moving down.

“I want you.” Softly scratching his nipple with her teeth.

“ The question is.” Kissing his hips.

“Do you want me Cas?” Licking a stripe between his navel and pants.

Castiel closed his eyes “Yes, you have no idea.” The second Y/N undid his belt, the angel felt a fire in his gut. He lifted Y/N up without a warning and pushing her against the wall. Y/N’s legs are around his waist. You knew he wanted you as much as you wanted him by the bump growing in his paints and the moans he let out while his lips were all over you.

He dropped her for a second just to remove Y/N’s shirt and look at her bare breast. His eyes were darkened with lust.

Y/N pushed Cas to the end of the bed, he gracefully sat down while she sat down on his lap facing him. Even though he seemed self-assured his eyes looked for permission every step of the way.

He took her left breast in one hand while he takes her right nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking.

This movement made her moan his name while she desperately grinds her hips on him for more friction. He loved how she moaned his name, this made the fire in him burn brighter. Made him want to satisfy her more and more.

Castiel turned around, taking Y/N with him so that she is now laying on her back in bed. Slowly crawling up to the pillow. But Castiel didn’t follow, he had other plans. He licked and kissed her ankles than her legs, thighs, hips. Y/N’s head falls back when he took her panties of slowly started to caress her clit. “Please Cas, I need you.”

“What do you need?” He asked with a husky voice. Y/N sat up “You, inside me.” She said while stroking his now very hard and visible dick. “I don’t want to wait Cas. Please”

Castiel took off his pants and underwear. As he hovered over Y/N he asked, “Are you sure, I though humans wanted, more foreplay.”

“Next time” She sight. “Castiel I’m burning up. I need to feel all of you.”

He moved his dick against her, coating it with her juice before slowly entering her. “So wet, so tight.” He moaned.

Y/N felt her hole stretched inch by inch. The angel watched Y/N’s expression and waited a little before he started to slowly move his hips. “More...” She moaned. Castiel frowned not entirely understanding what she needed. “I’m not going to break Cas, don’t hold back. Fuck me harder.”

Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing him deeper, while Castiel placed his arms next to her head and started to hard yet passionately thrust. He could feel her squeeze when he hit a specific spot inside her. “Oh, YES Castiel, right there!”

Y/N felt every inch of Castiel, he was so big that every trust hit that one spot inside that made her scream and moan like a mad woman. She quickly noticed that Castiel loved the way she reacts, so she didn’t hold back. While he started to move faster and harder, she started to feel the heat boiling inside her. It wouldn’t take long before she would snap. “Don’t stop, please Cas, don’t stop, I'm so close!” Just a couple more thrusts and Castiel could feel Y/N wrapping tighter around him, it made him groan. “I can feel it Y/N, come for me.” His trust started to get sloppy, the way he felt you squeezing made him fight not to come before you. “Let me make you feel good.” Groaned out of breath.

Those last words pushed Y/N over the edge. Castiel managed to hold back just enough to look at you. “Where do you want me...” He was so close he couldn't finish that question. “I said I want ALL off you Cas.” Not 5 seconds later Castiel came inside her. After he came down from his high, he kissed her lips. “Wait here.” Before she could say anything, he was gone and returned with a washcloth. “Hm, great sex and aftercare.” Y/N joked.

“Well, I asked you to let me take care of you.” He grinned.

Castiel pulled the cover over them while Y/N snuggled by his side. “This is going to change things, isn’t it?” He asked. “Well, I hope so, more of this. More of... Us” She answered drawing circles on his chest.

“Us, sounds good.” He said. Minutes later Y/N felt asleep while Castiel kept listening to the music that was still playing in the background.

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cayennesugar · 6 months

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*insert dazzling electric guitar* YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

Hi, have some more incorrect quote. I also just decided to type out some random stuff myself because I can and why not

Blurr: Can I bother you for a second?

Heatwave: You're always bothering me, but go ahead.

Heatwave: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside

Quickshadow:

Quickshadow: Heatwave, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn...

Heatwave: * Sips coffee from bowl*

Quickshadow: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.

Mavin: It’s not a joke.

Mavin: *sniffles*

Mavin: I’m a legit snack.

Boulder: *holding a bottle* Is this whiskey or perfume?

Heatwave: *chugs entire bottle*

Heatwave: It’s perfume.

Blurr: H-

Heatwave: Oh. My. Primus. DIDN’T HIGHTIDE LOCK YOU IN HIS SHIP AND TAKE TO THE MIDDLE OF THE ATLANTIC OCEAN HOW ARE YOU HERE!?!? WHERE IS HIGHTIDE????

Blurr:

Heatwave: WHERE IS HIGHTIDE OH MY PRIMUS-

Boulder: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE

Heatwave: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially

Boulder, desperately, as Heatwave bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE

Heatwave: Oh! B positive.

Boulder: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE

Heatwave:

Quickshadow: Blurr. Why is the cat on fire (Mr. Pettypaws)

Blurr: I swear I didn’t do anything-

Quickshadow: The cat is on fire Blurr, and you’re holding a barrel of gasoline and a lighter. Where did you even get a lighter that big??-

Blurr, as Mr. Pettypaws sits unaware his thick coat Is on fire: Oh crazy story, Sideswipe came over and-

Quickshadow: ok the cat’s on fire let me save your aft before you get deported off the planet-

Salvage: finally, it’s the weekend. Hey Boulder, wanna go to Blossom Vale and do some sight-seeing?

Boulder: Sure!

Boulder: I wonder how everyone else is spending their weekend

Heatwave who somehow got access to Hightide’s cockpit and is already making the ship sink: I’m a boat, calm down, I know how to do this- I think-

*Hightide screaming and Servo barking in the background*

Quickshadow: Mavin, stop, you’re dropping fries everywhere, Mavin, please, these are expensive leather seats you better be cleaning me up later, Mavin, oh my Primus Mavin, Mavin you’re getting it everywhere Mavin I don’t want to smell like Cayenne Mavin, my seats are turning orange Mavin, why are you doing this, I apologize for nearly making you my first victim of vehicular manslaughter. MAVIN, NOT UNDER THE SEATS-

Priscilla: you look old

Mavin: shut thy lips and silence thy vocal cords parentless child

Priscilla: 🧍‍♀️

Kade: *repulsive garbage disposal wheezing*

Blades: I love my team!!!

Dani: …I love your enthusiasm, Blades…

*Quickshadow on the floor in the background sobbing over a message from Optimus and Hightide crouched next to her, laughing maniacally*

Dr. Szeto, who said earlier that she does not do favorites: I’ve only had Quickshadow for a day and a half, but if anything happened to her, I would kill everyone on this planet and then myself

Boulder: why does everyone think I’m innocent, someone tried to invade the island yesterday and I slammed their head into the ground killing them instantly…

Im sleepy, goodnight 🏃‍♀️

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rosandguilarehead1968 · 2 days

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ok goodnight for realsies i need to be up at 6 tomorrow.... :/ my final message watch dog day afternoon

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weixuldo · 1 year

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Unconditionally// Ch 14

Anakin x Reader

(A/N: Sorry this chapter is really long lol, also ngl theres alot of fluffy writing and detailed scenes for no particular reason... But I hope you enjoy and thanks for reading!!)

Things are getting better

Warnings: Injury recovery, loss of limbs, cursing, bad grammar

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Ahsoka rolled Anakin’s new chair down the ramp in the front of the house to the car. The chair was motorized and was quite expensive, though Anakin could definitely afford it. Ben helped him into the chair and then went to get the twins.

You bent down to fasten the seatbelt over his waist. He thanked you and you responded with a light kiss.

“Welcome back” Ahsoka smiled brightly.

“Thanks, its great to be '' he returned.

Soon you hear the front door burst open and out ran two excited kids.

“Daddy!!!” Leia shouted, bounding over to him.

Her brown hair was done up in braided pigtails and her purple nightgown flowed behind her.

For a moment you worried she would attempt to jump into his lap, but thankfully she stopped just in front of him. Luke wasn’t far behind and quickly found himself by his sister’s side.

“Dad! You're back!” Luke exclaimed.

He smiled and nodded, “Yeah, I am. How has your Christmas been?”

“So cool!! I got a new puzzle and some books” Leia exclaimed.

“I got my very own tool kit and some new stuffed animals,” Luke smiled.

“That’s awesome guys, I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for your presents” Anakin offered as Ahoska, you, and Ben began bringing his stuff into the house.

“It’s ok!! You’re here now! Best Christmas ever!” Leia reassured her father.

“Ok, we should get everyone inside, it's pretty cold out here” you offered, rubbing your arms.

Anakin nodded and allowed you to guide his chair towards the ramp. He used his longer arm to push the toggle at the end of the arm on the chair to move himself forward. Once everyone was inside the house you closed the front door.

A warm smell of fresh gingerbread flooded your senses, the house was even more decorated than it was when you left last. The bright garland swiveled down the stairwell and the tree was lit up magnificently.

You missed it.

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The rest of the evening went pleasantly, the kids got to sit with Anakin on the couch, Ahsoka helped you make a nice dinner, and the snow began to fall harder. You felt great relief now that Anakin was finally home, though you could tell he was exhausted.

Ben and Ahsoka said their goodbyes and left after giving everyone hugs. The kids were fast asleep on the couch next to the fireplace.

“Should I take them to bed?” you asked, to which Anakin nodded.

You gently scooped the sleeping Luke into your arms and quietly made for the stairs. Next you fetched Leia, you tucked them into their beds and gave them each a forehead kiss. You really did love these kids.

Back in the living room, you took your place next to Anakin on the couch. “Merry Christmas”.

“And to all, a goodnight” he smiled, leaning over to kiss you.

“Would you like to get into bed?” you asked softly.

“I would love to sleep in my bed,” he confirmed.

You hopped up off the couch and helped him into his chair. You placed a gentle, yet firm hand on his back and guided himtodards the edge of the cushions. Once he was in the chair he headed for his “new “ room. Since the stairs proved too difficult to modify as of now, you had to move his room to the base floor.

Once inside the room you showed him some of the new accessibility features. The bed could be lowered and was equipped with modern looking guard rails; you knew he was peeved that he needed them, but it was for his own safety.

There was a stand for his phone to hook up to so he would be able to read messages and see the screen without having to pick it up. The door frames were widened slightly and the bathroom connected to the room was handicapped accessible.

You followed closely behind him as he examined the new furnishings. You could tell he was a little down, but he was too tired to voice his opinions on the matter. You had helped him bathe before coming back from the hospital so he didn’t need to shower tonight.

You unbuckled him from his chair and helped him onto the soft bed. He breathed out a contempt sigh once his body hit the mattress.

“Fuck, this is so much better than that shitty bed” he exhaled as he leaned into the pillows behind him.

You smiled, the hospital bed was not the most comfortable thing in the world, so this bed must've felt like a cloud to him.

You smiled and began to help him into nightwear. You slid off his sweater and undershirt before taking off his bottoms. You replaced his boxers with a new pair and pulled the covers to his chest.

You went to flip off the lights when he caught your attention,

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“I was going to go back out and clean up the kitchen some more” you answered, to which he frowned slightly.

“That can wait”

“I guess so, but I also want to give you some time to yourself, I know you enjoy that” you gently smiled at him.

He shook his head, “I do, but not tonight… will you stay?”.

“Would you like me to?” you asked curiously, you thought we would have been tired of you by now.

“Of course” he said and your feet led you to his bedside. You couldn’t lie to yourself, you were pretty ecstatic he asked you to stay.

You took off your sweatshirt and jeans to be left in a tanktop and underwear. You genty dipped into the mattress, careful not to jostle him, and found yourself beside him.

Lying beside him made you feel like you were worth something, he never made you feel unwanted or a burden like all the others in your past. He hadn’t abandoned you.

You were snapped out of your mind when you felt his eyes on you. You turned to meet his face, his deep blue eyes were analyzing your features, his pupils blown wide. Before you could say anything he said, “You’re so beautiful, did you know that?”.

You blushed, he wasn't usually one to give so many compliments. Instead of responding you leaned into him and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. He gladly reciprocated the action and the two of you quickly fell asleep.

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A few more weeks went by, the kids were quite happy that their dad was back and so was he.

Your classes resumed but you still spent most of your free time at the house or taking Anakin to his physio. Lately they had been focusing on strengthening the muscles left in his limbs to get them ready for the prosthetics.

The therapists often took the elastic bands and made him repeatedly stretch them out with his arms or legs to build up his strength.

Today was no different, except for the fact his personalized prosthetics were ready. Your professors allowed you an excused absence because you were the only one who had time to take him.

You had stayed the night at his house so currently you were getting the kids lunch boxes together. Once they were done you went upstairs to check on the twins, “Are you guys almost ready?”.

Leia was zipping up her boots and Luke was struggling with the buttons on his coat.

“Yep! Almost!” Leia smiled.

Once they were done they grabbed their bags and bounded down the stairs. Anakin rolled around the corner to see them off.

They hugged him while you grabbed the lunches to hand them.

“Today’s the day, right dad?” Luke asked enthusiastically.

Anakin huffed out a small laugh and nodded.

“You promise to take it easy, ok daddy?” Leia fretted.

He bent down to kiss her head, “of course princess. And tonight I will be able to give you two real hugs”.

The twins smiled widely before waving their goodbyes as the bus pulled up on the other side of the gate. You waved to them from the door as Anakin watched them leave from the window beside you; he didn’t want to scare the other kids or embarrass the twins.

You closed the front door and turned your attention to the man beside you, “Are you ready for today?”.

He inhaled a breath, “Yeah, I’m just ready to have some semblance of normality”.

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The robotic digits of Anakin’s new hand flexed and relaxed around the foam ball as he concentrated on moving what was left of his muscles. Thankfully the physical therapy had been helping him flex his triceps and biceps separately to carry out different actions with his new arms.

“Anakin, they look great” you complimented as you watched him adjust to the arms.

“Thank you, Y/N” he beamed up at you.

He huffed out a relieved sigh as the mechanics were responding well to his commands. He lifted his new arms and watched as he rotated the hands to get different grips on the foam.

“You're taking quite well to the prosthetics Mr. Skywalker! As time progresses you will become even more accustomed to them.” One of the prosthesis experts said as he made sure to gather all of the paperwork for the devices.

Anakin stopped examining the limbs to thank the mechanics, you smiled at his excitement. This was so good for him.

Soon the appointment was over and you were headed back to the house. Once you arrived, you helped him out of the car and into his chair. You smiled as you saw his relief when his new hands worked to control his chair, he wouldn’t have to rely as much on you, Ben, and Ahsoka.

He was gaining his independence back.

You closed the doors after you followed him into the house. Once you turned around you were surprised to see anakin facing you.

“Hey, What’s up Ani?” you thought he had gone back to his room.

“Would you join me in my room?” he asked.

“of course Ani”

The two of you made your way to the bedroom; you were currently sitting on the edge of his bed as he faced you in his chair.

“I’m so proud of you Anakin,” you said tenderly.

He smiled softly and lifted his new hand to your face, you heard the small whirrs of the mechanics as he moved the digits to brush your cheek.

“I couldn’t have done it without you, Y/N” his blue eyes stared softly into yours.

You knew he couldn’t feel it, but you cupped his hand with yours; the cool surface of his hand pressed into your warm palm. Your eyes began to water.

It didn’t matter that it was metals and plastics, he was finally touching you.

“What’s wrong, darling?” he asked worriedly.

“I missed your touch, Ani. I missed it alot” you sniffled.

He released a comforting sigh and leaned his forehead to yours, “I missed holding you”.

You looked up to meet his gaze, your faces were mere inches apart. Something inside told you it was the time. You looked deeply into his eyes and whispered, “Anakin, I think I’m in love with you”.

Your heart thumped in your chest as he studied your features. Was it too soon?

You didn’t expect him to guide you into a kiss, the cool material of his hands cooling the blush rising on your cheeks.

“I know I am,” he smiled.

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(A/N: ahhh this chapter is so fluffy but i love it, the next few chapters will be the ones with time skips, so i hope it doesn’t get too confusing :)))

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1st of all love the stories, made me love Loki more and thanks for the follow back. 2nd I am wondering if you can write about how the reader returns to the tower after another bad online blind date and she just wants to lock herself in her room when Loki (who has a major crush on her) sees her from afar and Thor pushes Loki to finally tell her how he feels about her.

Hii!!! Thanks so much for sending this to me!!! And thank you so so much for reading!! It means the world to me!!! I tweaked it just a liiiiiiittle bit, hope that's ok!!!! Hope you like it.....💚💚💚💚

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Blind Disaster

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: tiny bit of angst, pining, blind dates, swearing

Summary: you had no luck meeting men, so you decided to try online blind dating, will Loki confess his feelings before it's too late.......

You stormed off the elevator, making your way to the kitchen after the date from hell. Slamming your purse into the counter "God I hate men!" You yelled kicking your shoes off. "You ok love?" You heard from the living area, looking over seeing Loki in his chair with a book. "Sorry Loki, I didn't see you there " you said sighing. "I'm fine, just.......men." You said putting the kettle on grabbing a mug. Loki set his book down, coming into the kitchen sitting on a bar stool "so, what happened this time." He asked grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl.

"Well first, I got all dolled up to go to some cheap burger place, which I was fine with. But then he insisted we go dutch, what guy does that?" You asked seeing Loki furrow his eyebrows "Oh, it means pay separately." You said "He wouldn't pay for your meal?" Loki asked "no, he wouldn't, but that was whatever. Then, he kept getting text messages, completely ignoring me, oh and theeeeeeen, when the bill came he asked for take out boxes and took my leftovers!" You said slamming your hand on the counter.

"Oh, and I have to tell you the kicker, are you ready?" You asked, leaning ok the counter, putting your chin in your hand seeing Loki nod "He told me, that I was boring! Me, all this...boring!" You yelled motioning around yourself as the kettle screamed. "You are far from boring darling, and you look lovely tonight." Loki said smiling. "Thank you Loki, but I think I may die alone surrounded by cats." You sighed hearing him laugh. "I doubt that very much." He said fidgeting with his hands. You finished your tea, setting it down rounding the counter holding your arms out "c..can i have a hug? You have the best hugs." You pouted watching him smile "come here love." He smiled as you dove into his arms.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in his hair, feeling his arms wrap around your middle, squeezing. You inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of leather, and old books and something you couldn't describe "you smell good, did you know" You breathed feeling him laugh "Yes, you've told me many times love." He said resting his chin on your shoulder. You squeezed a bit tighter, willing the hug to never end as you looked up seeing Thor.

"Oh, hey Thor, how are you?" You asked pulling away from Loki, his arms slowly leaving your waist "my apologies, I didn't mean to intrude." He said looking between you. "Oh, you didn't, Loki was just cheering me up from my nightmare of a date." You sighed grabbing your shoes and purse "You don't have to go love." Loki said watching you grab your tea. "I'm actually pretty tired, I'm gonna turn in, I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight Loki, Thor." You nodded, making your way down the hall to your room.

"Brother, when are you going to tell her?" Thor asked walking around the counter. "I'm not sure what you mean." Loki said biting into his apple. "Loki, you may think me a fool, but I am not blind, go to her and tell her of your feelings." Thor said leaning on the counter. "Thor, you really should stay out of things that don't concern you." Loki snarked hearing Thor laugh. "Oh brother, I have never known you to be a coward." Thor said shaking his head. "I beg your pardon?" Loki asked tilting his head.

"Well, it seems to me, you are afraid of what lady y/n may say yes?" Thor asked "You do not know of what you speak." Loki snarled standing up. Thor rounded the counter, placing a hand on Loki's shoulder "Loki, you underestimate yourself, If you go to her, now, I believe you will be surprised at what you find out." Thor said winking before leaving down the hall. Loki sighed, throwing his apple away "Well, let's see if your right for once brother." Loki said to himself making his way down the hall.

Loki stood frozen in front of your door, willing himself to knock when he heard a sniffle, were you crying? "Darling, are you awake?" Loki asked lightly knocking "one second." He heard you say before he heard a loud thump "ow shit." You yelled "are you alright in there?" He asked "yes, I'm fine. One second." You yelled. A few minutes later you opened the door rubbing your knee "Sorry, I fell down trying to get to the door." You said looking up. "D...did you want to come in?" You asked seeing Loki nod.

"Are you ok?" He asked sitting on the couch watching you hobble to the other side, eyeing your tight shirt and sleep shorts that showed off your legs "yeah, it'll probably just bruise." You said sitting down. "No, I mean....before that. I thought I heard you.." he trailed did seeing your red puffy eyes. "Oh, yeah no I'm fine, really." You said looking down. "Umm, what were you needing?" You asked "hmm?" He asked "the reason your here, did you need something?" You asked watching him fidget with his hands.

"Yes, that. Well y/n, I was....well you see i was wondering.." he rambled. You scooted closer, grabbing his hand "it's ok Loki, what is it?" You said as he tilted his head, looking you in the eyes "y/n, there's something I need to tell you." He said shifting to face you. "O...ok." You said facing him. "Y/n, i....I like you." He sighed watching you "Well, I like you too." You smiled.

"No, i....I want to take you out, and hold you when your sad, and kiss you when you feel down, and cuddle while we watch movies and...." he rambled on, a smile breaking across your face as you covered his mouth with your hand "Loki, I would love nothing more" You smiled. You slowly slid your hand down to his neck, moving to his nape, gently pulling him forward, looking into his eyes, watching his shoot to your lips and back making your smile.

You closed your eyes, gently pressing your lips to his. It was soft, and chaste pulling back slightly to gauge his reaction seeing him smile. You felt his hand gently cup the back of your head, pulling you forward as his lips gently pressed to yours, slowly deepening it, running his tongue slowly across your bottom lip. You parted your lips, his other hand cupped your cheek feeling his tongue slowly glide past your lips, hearing him moan when your tongue slowly darted out, tangling with his, your other hand gripping the collar of his shirt.

You slowly pulled back, sucking his bottom lip hearing him groan. He placed his forehead on yours looking into your eyes "God your a good kisser." You told him hearing him laugh. "May I take you out tomorrow? Whatever you would like to do." He smiled "yes, I would love to, under one condition." You said "and what would that be?" He asked "you kiss me like that again." You blushed looking down. You felt his fingers on your chin lifting your head up "Oh my pretty girl, I intend on doing much more then that" He winked pressing his lips to yours again.

You would do anything as long as he kept kissing you....

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