#this was not proof read and i'm going to sleep now... goodnight

[pluto-rainstorm]

Little bucktommy / madney ficlet cause I remembered that I'm a fic writer!

After dinner at Maddie and Chim's house, Tommy and Chimney have a heart-to-heart

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The hum of music filled the air, emitting a soft atmosphere in the Buckley-Han house. The low lighting of the lamps made the kitchen-dining area warm and homey.

Plates clacked against each other as the Buckley siblings worked together to clear everything off the table, their quiet conversation was carried all the way to the kitchen sink where they moved in years of practice motion.

Both Tommy and Chimney were left at the table, nursing their drinks in their hands and watching their respective Buckley's. Chim then whipped his head round to look at Tommy, a burning question he's had for weeks now was bubbling up and this was his opportunity to ask away.

"I'm sorry, I just gotta ask, so you've been gay this whole time?" Chimney burst and broke the silence that had previously settled over them.

"Um... yes?" Tommy raised his eyebrows and torn his eyes away from Buck to give Chimney a questioning look.

"What about that girlfriend you had when you were at the 118, the one Gerrard always wanted to come make us dinner?" It's been eating at him ever since he saw that smudged soot all over Buck's face at his and Maddie's wedding.

Tommy laughed, clearly amused by this conversation. He hadn't imagined for a conversation like this one for desert, they just finished dinner.

"I'm guessing you never caught on to the fact that whenever he asked me what day she was coming," he gave him a pointed look "the day would always change."

That's when it hit Chim, all the talk of Tommy having a girlfriend back then but never actually seeing her? Tommy saying single is better? Not understanding the Kristen Stewart hype? It all made sense!

"Oh my god... how did I not notice that we never actually met her!"

Tommy just laughed again, one thing he loved about telling the truth to old friends he knew wouldn't judge him was their reactions to the little details. It made him feel seen in a way.

"Yeah, I made her up," he scratched the back of his neck and scrunched his nose, "well, she was my ex, but we broke up years before and I just didn't tell anyone."

"Why?" Chim said, he just wanted to understand his old colleague turned long time friend.

He shrugged, "It was easier to hide that way, and no one seemed to care when she didn't show up, we were always too busy," he lifted his drink and emptied the last bit before continuing, "that speech that Hen gave really put things into perspective for me, so I put in that complaint about Gerrard, I wanted to do something for others for once instead of just protecting myself from him or anyone else from the boys club we had going on."

Tommy put the glass on the table and looked up to spy on Buck and Maddie animatedly speaking to one another as they leant against the kitchen island, "All of that was also the reason why I was such a douchbag."

Chimney huffed an airy laugh, his eyes followed to where Tommy was looking, "Ay, you weren't that bad." He said sincerely.

"I could've been nicer." He felt ashamed, the guilt form someone he used to be, he turned to smile tightly at Chim.

"You were though," Chim waved his hand around, his eyes met Tommy's, "I mean eventually, and you hung out with me and Hen a lot after too, you're our friend tommy."

They shared a smile.

Tommy had a lot of time to dwell over his past crappy actions for years, and after everything he managed to make a friend for life in Chim, which still baffled him. Chimney just had a heart of gold and he admired that.

"Ya'know, I've known I was gay since I was a kid, I always had that feeling and all I did was push it down and away, far from who I wanted to be," his eyes drift back over to Buck as he laughs at whatever silly thing his sister just said, "and then Hen did her speech and I thought, maybe I just need do except it, it did take me a while though, I mean we're talking about unravelling years upon years of hiding within lies here, moving to Harbour was my fresh start where I didn't have to tell those lies anymore cause no one knew the past me."

He smiled, "It felt really good."

"I'm proud of you, man" Chimney clapped him on his shoulder, his smile contagious.

Maddie and Buck chose that moment to walk back to their seats, more drinks in their hands.

"What are you two talking about?" Buck questioned as he sat in his chair next to Tommy. He passed him a beer.

"Just reminiscing." Tommy reached out and rubbed a hand along Buck's arm.

The smiles didn't leave their faces.

"Aw, how sweet!" Maddie chimed and leant against her husband.

Life was pretty good for Tommy and Chimney, they had their Buckley's and that's what really mattered.

#ao3: plutorainstorm #i stand by the fact that chimney and tommy are good friends and you can't convince me otherwise #i wanna see a madney / bucktommy dinner at least once... please #i just wanted to write tommy and chimney having a heart-to-heart! sue me! #it's literally 2am and i need to sleep but i needed to get this written first #bucktommy #madney #911 abc #911 #evan buckley #tommy kinard #chimney han #maddie buckley #911 ficlet #this was not proof read and i'm going to sleep now... goodnight

[qaxqxd]

I Didn't Get To Say I Love You. <3

♡Pair: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!Reader

Genre: Angst

Warning: Mention death, blood, and slight depression.

A/n: felt emo so wrote this shit at 2 am (not proof read typed this all on phone 😭)

Summary: You and your roommate Ghost got into a bad argument. This leads to him ignoring you and regretting it.

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You and Ghost have been roommates for a couple of years now. You two were quite literally made for each other. You guys have gotten into fights before, but they were usually small and stupid. They were never as bad as today.

You took a huge risk on their latest mission. Which almost jeopardizes the whole mission. Everyone made it alive and safe at least.

"Bloody Hell, were you thinking (Y/n)?!" Ghost shouted glaring straight down at you.

"You're still on about this?" You frown your brow slightly.

"Absolutely, you jeopardize the mission." He spoke roughly. His British accent would get thicker as he was pissed.

"I didn't jeopardize it! We all made it out alive with Intel." You spoke with more force.

"Almost. We almost died." His hand crossed.

"See, but we didn't-" "Is this a joke to you?" He cut you off. "I did what was necessary-"

"(Y/n). I'm asking you. Is this a joke to you?" He slammed his hand on the table.

"No, but-" "It's a simple YES or NO." Ghost's voice was getting louder.

"No." You spoke a little defeated.

"Goodness, I can't believe they put me on a team with you." He mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Ouch.

I don't think he knew that you heard him. But you kept quiet either way.

"Goodnight, (Y/n)." Ghost said, heading into his room and shutting the door.

You really did it this time. Ghost wasn't usually the type to get pissed off so easily, but you managed to do that.

You sighed to yourself. You definitely weren't going to get any sleep tonight.

The next morning

You got up from your restless night. Walking out of your room. You didn't see Ghost.

Strange wasn't it? Usually he'd be on the couch reading a book, and greeting you with a 'Good Morning.' But he didn't. Or rather he wasn't there.

You ignore it though. 'Maybe Ghost was busy this morning.' A little disappointed. You went on with your morning routines.

As you headed down to the cafeteria for breakfast. You notice he wasn't there either. You saw Soap and Gaz, but no Ghost.

"Morning," You greeted the two.

"Morning," They both replied in sync.

"Have you guys seen Ghost?" You asked a little worried in your voice.

"Oh, he's just showing a new recruit around." Soap spoke with a shrug.

New recruit?

"Oh a new recruit?" You asked with a little excitement.

"Yeah I think you'd like her too." Gaz added.

And it was a girl too? You were glad that there was finally another girl on the team, but you couldn't shake the feeling.

With Ghost? You couldn't help but feel a twig of jealousy rise a little. It was no secret that you had a giant crush on Ghost. I mean the whole HQ probably knows.

Soap was the first person you told. He wasn't surprised. You and Ghost were close buddies. Soap thought you two were secretly dating one time.

"Oh? You know where they're at?" You asked softly.

"I think they should be around the training parts." Soap said, waving his fork.

And immediately you left the cafeteria. Heading straight to the training grounds.

You found them a minute later. You heard the new recruits' soft laughter as well as Ghost's laughter too.

"You're great, Ghost." The new recruiter chuckled. "Thanks, Katelyn." He chuckled slightly.

You were glad Ghost was laughing. He rarely does, but you couldn't help feeling a little sting in your heart.

You told yourself that you shouldn't bother them and you should leave them be.

But how could you? How could you ignore them, when they both were everywhere. The only place they weren't there was you and Ghost's quarters.

You've also noticed that Ghost has been going home later than usual or he's not home at all. Was he still mad at you?

Maybe.

You thought. He was a man of action rather than words. Maybe he was just still mad at you.

The only times you would see him was at training or at mission briefings. Katelyn wasn't a bad person.

She was pretty sweet. She was also gorgeous. Most of the rookie trainees fell head over heels for her.

You would see her and Ghost pair up. They hung around each other a lot lately.

But, why does that get you work up? It's not like you and Ghost were together or anything. He has the choice to see other people, but he wasn't the type to look for love.

So you don't get it.

It's been months. And he still hasn't talked to you. Not a single word. He's been pretty distant.

"Maybe he's still mad?" You asked yourself. You didn't have the guts to talk to him. The stinging in your heart grew.

You couldn't fall asleep at night anymore, unless you cried yourself to sleep.

The person who usually is right beside you. Comforting you and saying sweet things to make you feel better. Wasn't there.

He wasn't there. You cried into your pillow. Sobbing silently not wanting to disturb others.

The next morning You couldn't bare yourself from getting up, but you knew you had too. Or else others might think something was wrong, and you didn't want them to carry your burden.

So you had to get up.

As you realize you had a mission today. You really couldn't afford to waste time.

You got dressed in your usual uniform and headed out.

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You were dropping down from your parachute. Everyone decides to group into twos. Apparently there was an uneven number of soldiers. You agreed to be the alone soldier.

Heading down to enemy territory was tuff. Shots fired everywhere.

The main goal today was to find out what the drug cartels were hiding. Easy enough, you say.

Your radio would be filled with a bunch of code and confirmation. You continue to shoot at the enemy. As backup.

You would watch other soldiers moving in closer.

As you saw an empty way being closer to the cartels. You took that route. Moving in closer.

What you didn't know was that.

You were surprised by the attack.

A couple cartel men tackle you from the behind with their knives.

You yelled in agony. Quickly trying to fend them off of you. As you do that, you quickly notice you were stabbed in the thigh.

Making it harder for you to escape from them. You rolled down a small hill, limping away from them.

You were then able to hide behind a broken down building. The part you were in was nowhere close to where the mission was at, but there were still gun firing where you were at.

You collapsed against a wall, taking cover for a bit. You look at your wounds. They were bad, as in. Really bad.

"Shit." You cursed under your breath. You could hardly breathe even.

You were stabbed multiple times in the legs and sides. Shoulders too.

You knew for a fact. You weren't going to make it.

"(Y/n) to Katelyn." You spoke a little shaky.

"This is Katelyn to (Y/n)." She spoke.

"Could you take care of him for me?" You said with a cough.

It went silent for a bit.

"(Y/n) where the fucking hell are you?" Ghost asked with a sharp tone.

You heard footsteps behind the wall, and turned the radio all the way down. Those footsteps were definitely not your teammates.

You were holding onto your wound on the side. Wincing at the tremendous pain.

You felt so tired.

You couldn't escape from here and get back onto the aircraft. Your legs were too wobbly to crawl even.

You thought about it. Would this have ended in a different way?

Maybe Ghost would be a little happy that you were finally gone. It would mean your annoyance would finally stop bothering him.

Maybe he could even be a little happier without you screwing things up. I mean Katelyn is a great girl. She'd be perfect for him.

Another thought crossed your mind.

"I didn't get to say I love you to him." You mumble. You knew he'd probably turn you down, but it would have been nice to say it once.

Well it was too late anyways.

You could feel yourself collapsing. Your breathing is getting shallow.

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"Where the hell is she?" Ghost continues searching for her signal. Panic rose in him.

He couldn't lose her. No way it was happening. He wasn't going to let it happen.

He eventually found her. With a pool of blood around her.

He scrambles to check her pulse. It was low. Too low for comfort.

"(Y/n) open your damn eyes." He grasped onto her.

No, no. He wasn't going to lose her. No fucking way. His everything.

He quickly carried her back to the aircraft. The medics took her away from his hold.

He stared at his gloves which were stained with her blood. He held the gloves close to him.

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Ghost sat there. Watching over you. He held your hand. Never leaving your side.

You would eventually flatline.

He blamed himself. He should have spent more time with her. He shouldn't have distanced himself from her.

He should have spent every last moment on her.

The nurses let him back in to say one last goodbye.

He held up your hand. Brushing his lips onto your wrist.

"I- I'm so sorry..." He repeated out multiple times.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n). I'm really sorry, I didn't get to say I love you." He mutters breaking into tiny sobs.

As he watches the nurses wrap a blanket over her.

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W.C 1.6k

#simon riley x you #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x f!reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x y/n #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x y/n

[graysnetwork]

Please write something for Keegan, when he develops feelings for the and how he confesses them (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

"you're too beautiful to not admire"

notes - Sorry for being gone for soo long ya'll i been doin me Warning: nothing except for my no proof reading and prolly a lot of spelling errors

Summary: When Keegan develops feelings for you and how he confesses

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It wasn’t long before Keegan had realized he liked you, when he realized he was thinking about you as he laid around in bed after a tough day; when he smiled as he thought of the joke you made to lighten the mood, he thought for a while before accepting the fact that he did indeed have feelings for you.

His acceptance only made him fall for you more, when he remembered the small smiles you gave him from time to time during the day, when he thought of the laughs you let out when he made a terrible joke. It just made you perfect in his eyes.

When was the last time he fell asleep without thinking of you? He couldn’t remember.

Every night his head was filled with you. And maybe you reciprocated these feelings, he hoped so, he really hoped so.

Maybe the way you stuttered a few times when he came up from behind you was a sign you liked him? Maybe the way you smiled to yourself when he had to walk around you and he put his hands on your hips to get through was a sign?

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Keegan thought about you every hour of the day now, and his teammates realized how much more quiet he was now, he looked like he was in his own world with the way he had a smile plastered on his face and stared at the ceiling.

You walked into the barracks and made Keegans head turn as you flopped dow onto your bed next to his, you made no other movement before groaning. It made keegan let out a chuckle.

"good night y/n?" he smirked and watched as you picked up your head from the bed, "No" you glared at him as you knew he was trying to taunt you. "really? couldn't tell, what happened?" he chuckled again and laid his head back again. "I'm just tired, i haven't gotten a single break" you mumbled into your pillow and kicked your boots off.

"really? not one break? m'sorry" he felt bad now since he was trying to annoy you, "it's okay i just wanna sleep, my feet are killing me" you mumbled and finally turned your head to the side instead of burying your face into the pillows. Keegan smiled as he turned your way and looks into your pretty eyes.

"I bet they are" he whispered as he stared at you. you were already in some shorts, a black tee shirt and ready for bed, so you were ready to fall asleep any. minute now. "mhm" you hummed and closed you eyes, he turned off his lamp and went back to admiring your perfect look.

You pulled up the covers and opened your eyes and noticed keegan was just staring at you, no shame too.

"goodnight keegan" you whispered "goodnight y/n" he whispered back, but you could feel his eyes on you, "go to sleep" you mumbled which made keegan chuckle another time. "no, i like this" he smiled at you as he watched you open your eyes again.

"stop staring" you mumbled again "no" he smiled like an idiot again "you're too beautiful to not admire" he said sweetly, "you think i'm beautiful?" you whispered and smiled sheepishly. "you don't?" he grinned, his compliment made your heart flutter.

"Thank you keegs" you whispered as you felt your cheeks get all warm.

This was the perfect moment for him to tell you how he felt, he was trying to figure out if this was the right time.

"Don't thank me y/n, you're the one who's pretty" he replied. You tucked your head into your pillow as you giggled and got flustered like an idiot. Keegan sat up in his bed and chuckled as he watched you got nervous.

It was the right moment.

"y/n.." he whispered again, "hm?" you asked and turned your head, "I like you, and i don't mean like a friend, i love you, and i don't want anyone else but you" he said quietly and sweetly with a smile, like that sentence was exclusive for your ears to hear, Only your ears.

Your eyes widened a bit at his confession but it made you flustered, but you smiled and sat up and stared at him, "I like you too, and not just as a friend" you admitted and smiled at him.

The two of you sat there for a few moments smiling at each other and blushing before Keegan got up, you were about to follow his movements but he was quick to kiss you and push you back down onto the bed as he held your waist gently.

#imagines #x reader stories #fluff #call of duty #oneshot #keegan p russ #keegan russ #call of duty keegan #cod keegan #keegan russ x reader #keegan p. russ x reader #keegan x reader #cod ghosts #keegan russ x you #fluff requests

[yo-yo-yeonkai]

MY EVERYTHING, MY ETERNITY - CHOI YEONJUN - SFW

Yeonjun x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning list: not proof read, established relationship, a bit suggestive for a sentence or two, very much so in love, pet names (princess, loverboy, Junnie)

Word count: 976 ~ a short little baby

Summary: a tired and lonely Yeonjun comes home to his cute girlfriend muttering his name, and decides he simply can’t go to sleep without talking with her first. Maybe she won’t mind being woken up?

Even as your chest rose and fell with each breath you took in your sleep, your boyfriend didn't stray far from your side. Cute little mumbles were falling from your mouth as you slept and he just so happened to hear them, so he wasn't going to let you off the hook for keeping him up with how adorable you are. He'd intended to go to sleep the second he saw you fast asleep in your bed, but the sounds just wouldn't let him. You'd grasped his attention, unintentionally.

Even as you mumbled he ran his thumb along your wet lip, thinking about how he'd move to kiss them. He knew you wouldn't mind, but he'd much rather hear your sleepy mumbles right now. Gentle chants of his name fell from your lips, and even in your dreams, he seemed to be making you feel good. He had to be proud he could bring your dreams into reality.

As he kissed you, you slowly began to stir. He had expected this and continued to play with your lips. You had always been a heavy sleeper, completely unaffected by any noise in the room. But for some reason, the touch of his lips was enough to rouse you instantly. It was as though you could sense that he wanted your attention. It felt like a fairy tale, and he was determined to be your prince charming. And so, he tried to play the role to perfection.

You hummed, your eyes fluttering open to meet Yeonjun's gaze. It seemed to be the evening, and the only way you could see his face was from the lit lamp on his bedside table. You moved closer to him and wrapped your arms around him, cuddling into his chest, thinking that's what he wanted and then he'd let you go back to sleep. In all honesty, he didn't know what he wanted other than you. He wanted to hear you, see you, touch you, he wanted it all. He'd selfishly woken you up because he felt lonely and wanted to at least say goodnight, seeing as he couldn't earlier. That's what happened when he had long days in the studio...

Yeonjun hated not being able to hug you when you drifted to sleep, hated not being able to ask you how your day was, he just longed to be a normal couple sometimes. No, he wanted more than that, he wanted to be your prince.

"Heya sexy man~" you jokingly mumble in your soft sleepy voice. He hums and wraps his arms around you kissing your forehead a few times before speaking back to you. "Sorry, I woke you princess. I just wanted to check how your day was..." he explains, feeling a blush crawl up his face at the thought of how babyish he must seem right now. You didn't mind though, you loved when he woke you to check how you'd spent your day without him. It gives you a chance to see him before you have to wake up and say goodbye and start the cycle again the next morning.

"I don't mind, Junnie," you reassure your boyfriend. ''My day was good, I was actually productive for once. It was plant watering day so I really enjoyed that." You speak, an innocent twinkle in your barely opened eyes as you gaze up at your boyfriend. He smiles at your cuteness and kisses your lips before speaking "I'm glad you had a nice day. I'm assuming you spent some time singing to the plants again?" He teases, remembering how he'd caught you a few months ago. You blush and tell him "It's not the same when you don't join me. The plants grow better when you sing so brilliantly to them. Try serenading them as you pass by please~" you suggest, making Yeonjun nod in understanding. He didn't know if it truly had benefits, but Taehyun had read an article once that said it had some benefits, so Yeonjun was more than happy to do as you pleased and try it anyway.

When he first caught you singing to a plant, he was convinced that you were a princess straight out of a movie. It seemed as though you possessed the power to communicate with plants and help them thrive. Your track record with plants was impressive - you had never killed one or even caused harm to one and they all flourished in your presence. Your beauty left him in awe that day, and he swore he'd marry you one day.

You then asked him "How was your day, Loverboy?" He chuckled and rubbed soothing patterns on your back "It was okay... same old same old today. Just more rehearsals... I really wanted to hang out with you when I got home, so I was a bit sad to see you were asleep, but I can't blame you, it was 1 am...". You nod and reach to kiss him quickly "Well I'm awake now, so we can chat! What's the time now?" you inquired, trying to peek over his shoulder to see the time. He checked his phone and replied, "It is 3:30 ish, sorry I woke you up..." he murmurs. You shake your head at him and cup his cheeks "Hey, look at me Yeonjun, and listen. I. Don't. Mind. You. Waking. Me. Up. Especially if you are feeling sad!" You reassure him for the 100th time. He nodded and kissed you, a soft smile on his lips as he pulled away.

"Alright, princess, let's get some rest. You've made me feel much better," he says, switching off his lamp and snuggling closer to you. You let out a soft laugh and settle into a cosy position. "Goodnight, my everything," you whisper, as you start to drift off to sleep, hearing him reply with "Goodnight, my eternity"

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[kykyluvrr]

Thank you for putting anon requests on, could i request clingy boyfriend kylian headcanons? I love your writing thank you so much❤❤

↻ K. MBAPPÉ ...

✽ content: fluffy kylian hcs as a clingy boyfriend

✽ pairing(s): kylian mbappé x reader

✽ a/n: thank you sm for your request, yah i kinda forgot to turn on anon requests mbb but problem solveddd. i had some spare time and wrote these short hcs just to post something, so it isn't proof read and my english ain't the greatest so there might be a few spelling/grammar errors..

✽ a/n 2: TYSM for the reblogs they make my day anddd i wrote an angsty kylian makeout session fic, would you guys want to read it? also OMG I'm flying to paris soon AAAAAA ok now hcs

ʚ♡ɞ  your boyfriend was super clingy and you would consider yourself clingy too but he was on another level. 

ʚ♡ɞ  it's been almost 5 months since you started dating kylian and he's been clingy ever since.

ʚ♡ɞ  because your skin is so smooth, he used that as an excuse for being so clingy.

ʚ♡ɞ  you were not complaining. you loved when kylian's tall and muscular body clinged onto your body, and he knew it, but secretly pretended he didn't.

ʚ♡ɞ  whenever you guys went on a walk, he would immediately place his large hands on yours, claiming you in front of everyone. the grin on his face screamed “this princess is dating me yall !!!” he was so proud to walk around with you next to him. 

ʚ♡ɞ  he loved kisses and so did you. he would kiss you all the time. before going to sleep, after waking up, before and after a match. 

ʚ♡ɞ  in some cases, you could do something random and he would give you a kiss and say “you looked so cute doing that” leaving you confused. 

ʚ♡ɞ  he loved to have you around, especially during matches. “she is my good luck charm,” he would state proudly. 

ʚ♡ɞ  during makeout sessions, he loved to have you on his lap so he could worship your body with his hands. holding you by the waist was one of his favorite things to do. He always receives a laugh from you when he wraps his hand around your waist, because he knows it tickles for you when he does that, so he does it on purpose to tease you.

ʚ♡ɞ  during the “goodnight kisses,” his kisses would sometimes be super sloppy, lazy, and wet, he would, without him realizing it, touch you in some sensitive areas which would result in a moan escaping your mouth. he would continue doing so and the little “goodnight kiss” would turn into a long long night between you two...♡ 

#kylian x reader #kylian mbappe #kylian imagines #kylianmbappe #mbappe psg #mbappe x reader #mbappe #mbappe imagine #psg #kylian psg #kylian mbappe psg #you x kylian #kylian mbappe x you

[xokxzuha]

Kazuha - His little housewife ~♡

Cw: Fem! Reader, daddy kink, tit play, creampie, breeding kink, pet names, spanking (reader is smaller than Kazuha, Kazuha is taller than his in game height)

No proof read Word count: 880

Your husband, Kazuha, had been very distant and acting strange on you. He also keeps looking over at his phone as if his phone was the most interesting thing to ever exist. He also never seems to want to be with you much anymore, giving the excuse that he was tired from working too much.

I yawn from tiredness as I sit up in bed with my husband. “I'm so tired, kazuha…. Are you even awake, Kazuha?” He said nothing to you and turned himself around, pretending to be asleep, even though you knew all too well, he was awake. “Cmon Kazuha, I know you are awake, stop playing games with me.” he then sits up as he sighs “fine you got me…well what do you need? I'm about to go to bed?” I then look at him “i want my good night kiss..” “is that all?..” He scoffed a bit and leaned forward to kiss you on the lips and sighed. I then smiled at him “thank you honey..”.. “Whatever goodnight..” He said with an obvious tone of frustration in his voice.

Time skip to the morning

“Good morning Kazuha!” Kazuha then faked a yawn and sat up straight rubbing his eyes “good morning honey.. Did you have a good night's sleep?” I then look down and respond with “no not really… I kind of had a bad dream..” “oh about what?” he then sounded a bit worried “i feel bad for not noticing you waking up in the middle of the night .. is there anything i can do now to help?” I then look back up at him with a smile “can you just… please cuddle me?..” “well if you put it like that i can't say no to you” he then moved himself closer to me and wrapped his arms around me. “Is that any better my love?”

“yes it is thankyou…but… I also had a dream that you cheated on me….” Kazuha then looked up at you with a disappointed look. “Honey, why would you think that? Do you not trust me?” I then give him a sad look “i do trust you its just! Can you please show me some more affection?” he then gives me a pissed look “well you’re my wife, you're supposed to trust me and this marriage.”

I then gave him an apologetic look “I'm sorry Kazuha..” “It's fine.. Maybe i was a little too harsh..” he then went silent “i guess i can try to work on showing you more affection” he then looked at me “thank you Kazuha..” I then gave him a soft smile “I'm glad we could talk this out. I'm sorry for my rash anger” he then smiled softly at me “i love you a lot my beautiful wife.. Please forgive me..” “Do you mean it..?” i smiled at him “i love you too my handsome husband” he then smiled back at me

“of course i mean it .. now honey who do you belong to?.” “I belong to you!” he then smirks “you have no idea how happy that makes me”... “yes. You own me and my body my dear husband” His smirk grew as he ran his hand through my hair “mhm you're mine and no one else's.. I'm not sharing you with anyone else” I then whined, wanting his touch. “Oh you want some of my touch my dear wife?” He then chuckled and put his hand onto my waist as he leaned in and kissed me “Kazuha i can be your cute little housewife.” “oh honey i think i like the sound of that” he then chuckled and learned in to kiss me again “yes my little doll, you can most certainly be my little housewife” he then smirked “you my little wife are gonna be able to bare as many children as i desire…” .. “So what do you say? Are you gonna be my cute little obedient housewife?” i was extremely wet i needed his cock desperately

“yes! I am all yours!” “ha! Good girl~.. You know what I love most about you darling.. I love how you’re so small and I'm so huge.” he then laughed “you make me feel all big and strong…And i love that.. You make me want to protect you forever.. You’re so cute..”.. Kazuha then takes off all my clothes and leaves us both naked. He then picks me up and throw me over his shoulder as he gets up and goes towards the kitchen “what about this honey” he then bent me over the kitchen counter and then thrusted his massive cock into me. I then became a moaning mess “d-daddy!~” he then smirked “oh is that what we are calling me now?” he then smirked leaning in closer towards my ear “what a good, cute, little housewife you are.. I could get used to that title.” “Please breed me daddy!~” he then laughed “oh trust me you’re gonna take my cock like the good little housewife you are” he then thrusted into me at inhuman speed. He then grabbed my tits from behind as he massaged them “oh~ oh my~ Kazuha! Please~ go faster~ harder~” he then slapped my ass “oh trust me wife you’re gonna take my dick every night from now on…..

#genshin impact #genshin smut #kazuha #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha smut #xokxzuha

[mcweskers]

Sentient Wesker hc's

A/N: I wrote this really fast. This is the 2nd fanfic I wrote today and I didn't have anyone proof read it. Sorry for all the mistakes but I wanted to post something today! I also got inspired by mothxmoons! I'm so sleepy rn, goodnight y'all.

Warnings: He's out of character ofc

Rating: Fluff

Summary: What if Wesker was sentient, found a way into your world because he had a little crush on you.. This is what I feel like it would be like to date Wesker.

How did the two of you meet?

So funny thing, he just crawled out of your computer monitor one day. He liked you ever since he could remember and found a way to travel between worlds. He wanted to surprise you but he didn't take in the fact you didn't know he was sentient and self-aware.

He almost gave you a heart attack, shit looked straight out of the Ring.

For a month the two of you got to know each other, one night Wesker revealed he liked you and to his surprised you liked him too.

How did he adjust to his players world?

At first he thought his players world was just like his. It took him a while to adjust to this, peaceful life. You had to teach him how to act normal, sometimes he has his moments where he acts like...himself.

Three months after the two of started to date you brought him to the family gathering, he started to teach your nephew how to complete world domination.

"This is how you create a bio-weapon that'll-."

"Honey, I don't care if you almost completed world domination don't teach my nephew how to end the world."

"Oh, sorry dearheart I got carried away."

"It's the video game villain in you. You guys love sharing your master plans to everyone."

How long can he be inside your world for?

Two days at the most before his body becomes all weird. He kinda just becomes static like, unable to grab certain things, phasing in and out, and no longer has a physical form.

The two of you where cooking when this happened, he dropped the plates when he started to loose his physical form. You panicked for a little bit as he walked over to your computer and just went back in. Give him a good 5 hours and he'll be back.

What type of partner is he?

So he's still you know himself, so he has a huge ego and is so full of himself. He's constantly bragging about how he found a way into your world, and just loves to talk. He loved to praise you, hold you, cuddle with you, and kiss you. His favorite thing to do is hold onto you when you sleeps.

Wesker is very over protective of you, if you want to go to the grocery store he'll crawl out of the monitor to go with you. He's worried If he leaves you alone and you get hurt and possibly die he'll never see you again. He wants to be able to protect you. Luckily he still has his powers.

How jealous does he get?

Before he found away into your world he would get so jealous when you would be on discord talking with a friend about a person you met and was interested in or interested in you. But even now he's still a very jealous person. Homie gives the side eye to every person who tries flirting with you.

Has he tried to bring you into the Resident evil universe?

Yes. Did it work? No. The two of you tried it didn't work, don't worry Wesker's finding a way for you to join him in his world. Permanently.

#albert wesker x reader #albert wesker #resident evil #dead by deadlight #dbd #wesker dbd #dbd wesker

[timmyscomputer]

I Pinky Promise

Chris Sturniolo x reader

Summary:reader and Chris have a weird but enjoyable night or day?

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(Chris POV)

As I'm playing Fortnite with Matt and Nate.

I noticed I was kind of hungry so I reached for my snack I realized I was all out while I was looking I didn't realize Nate killed me

"NATE WHAT THE FU-"I'm cut off as my door opens I look to see a confused y/n

"Sorry I didn't realize I was being loud" I

Let out quickly. "Oh that's not what I came in here for", she said. "Okay, then why did you?" I asked while turning my chair towards her. "Because I'm gonna go home so I wanted to say bye" "What you're leaving now" "Yes I have work tomorrow and I want to be there on time"

"Baby please stay," I say while I hold out my hands with the best puppy eyes I can muster. "Sorry bubs I gotta go but I'll see you tomorrow after work I promise" Pinky promise," I say while holding out my pinky.

"Pinky promise," she said while interlocking Pinky's. She turned around to leave before quickly turning back and kissing me then she left. I turned back around to continue playing when I put back on my headphones "Mwah mwah oh please stay y/nnnnnn" "Yeah I just love you so much" "Oh fuck off".

~~~~~~ TIME SKIP ~~~~~~

(Y/N POV)

2:15 am

My clock stared at me I just couldn't sleep

I've tried for like three hours now and I just can't so I decided to get up and go to the store as I'm getting ready I decide to go to Chris's and see if he wants to join me too. As I'm heading downstairs my phone rings weird. (that's hella suspicious 🤨)

I pick it up it's my boss "Hey is something wrong?" "Uhm yes my husband just had a heart attack so I'm just calling to say I'm not opening the store tomorrow" "Oh my are you ok uhm thanks for letting me know I hope he is doing ok" "he seems to be doing ok" "that's fantastic I hope he ends up okay" "me too sorry to call you so late" " no it's fine I'll see you next week"

"See you next week bye" "Bye," I say while hanging up that's just terrible I think.

As I arrive at Chris's I knock and Nick answers the door looking confused "Uh hi" "Hey I know I left a while ago but I don't have work so is Chris awake?" "I think Idk can check" "ok bye" As I walk into Chris's room I notice him on his bed scrolling on tik tok I assume "Hey baby" He greets me "Hi bubs" "I thought you had work" " I don't anymore wanna go to the gas station with me?" "Sure I'd love to let me get my shoes" As were walking to the gas station holding hands and making random

Conversation. I notice a random guy staring at us but I ignore it entering the gas station we go to the candy section grabbing a bunch of different kinds we also grab two Pepsi and head to check out. We're walking home now laughing and acting like kids enjoying the moment.

Once we finally make it back we snuggle onto his bed watching a movie and eating a bunch of junk food we eventually pass

Out.

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Ok so this is kinda bad but in order to get better you got keep writing I'm so fuckin tired didn't force my sister to proof read this one it's late I worked on this for like two hours I love you so much goodnight

#chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #night walk

[wh0refornikolailantsov]

Prompt: “You can’t die. Please don’t die.”

Song: Ursine Vulpine & Annaca – Without You

For Tolya x Reader please!!

Even In Death - Tolya Yul Bataar

Content Warnings: Canon Compliant Threat, Violence And Injury. Not Beta/Proof Read.

Working my way through the 40 requests that are currently in my drafts xx

“Your heartbeat is really loud," Tolya says, hand against his chest. You are trying to stay calm but you understand that your heart is going to give you away, it always gives you away.

"No," you tell him, "yours is worryingly quiet."

In all the time you've known Tolya, his abilities he has always focused on using them on himself, in battle he favors the sword, and her would rather let someone else do the healing than overstep that boundary without being asked. And he always asks. So his heart rending is something he more often than not just uses on himself, keeping himself calm when his fear is rocketing, keeping himself in check.

But right now you can feel the weight being lifted off your shoulders, the dullness of the pain. You don't have to let him admit it for you to know he is protecting you over himself right now. "Stop," you whisper.

"You're scared," he says, and barely registers how hard it is for him to breathe. You wonder if that's because of the definitely broken ribs or if it might be something worse... like a punctured lung. "Because you think I'm going to die."

“You can’t die. Please don’t die.” The plea makes your voice break, but you repeat it over and over. You're waiting for him to tell you he won't die, you're waiting for him to tell you itll get better, you're waiting for his reassurance, for him to tell you not to worry. But before this you promised eachother you wouldn't lie to each other about this, not even for comfort. So he won't say any of those things. Which only confirms your fear that he also thinks he is dying. "Tolya..."

"I can’t imagine being anywhere but here with you," he says pulling your hand into his.

"Tolya, this is starting to sound like a goodbye," you say.

"I'm not going to say goodbye to you, I wouldn't do that to you," Tolya's voice is uncomfortably faint, you've only ever heard him this quite and distant between the throes of sleep. "I know you don't believe in goodbyes, and you know I don't believe in endings."

"Tolya," you choke out, eyes already blurring, throat already sore from the salt of your own sadness.

"All my choices lead me to you," he is drifting in and out and you're trying to focus on here, trying to focus on this moment. Not on the what ifs, not on the lasts. The lasts are haunting you, they're plain and clear in the air around you. This could be the last time you hear his voice, which means you'll never hear him talk about poetry again, never bicker about snacks with Tamar, never bite back at Zoya. He will never wish you another goodnight or good morning, you will not hear the way he says your name, like it's the first and the last time all at once, like he has never known a better word than the sound of your name.

You're not aware of anything as Nikolai pulls you away from Tolya, but your seconds from tearing the princes throat out for increasing the distance between you when you see why. Tamar needs space, Nina needs space, and more importantly Tolya needs the space.

Your pain is rushing through you now but the pain in your heart is worst than any physical pain you've ever known. Your hurt and your physical wounds feel like nothing, your soul crushing pain is that of fear and desperation. You cannot lose him, you won't, not like this.

Not like this.

You don't even realise you're blacking out until you hit the ground.

"Look who is rising," Nadia says, pushing some of your hair from your face. You sit up too quick, heart leaping into your throat.

"Tolya," you say. Nadia gives your arm a squeeze.

"I'm fine," he says, pushing himself up on the bed opposite, he looks tired, but he is alive and recovering and right now that's the only thing that matters.

"You scared me," you say finally catching your breath.

"I'm sorry," he says. "I promise."

"You promise?" You ask, knowing what he promised you, knowing what he can and cannot promise.

"I promise the worst is over," he says. "And I'm not leaving your side until we are better."

"We?" You check.

"Even I have to rest sometimes," he admits, giving you a gentle smile. "Thank you for not giving up on me."

"I could never."

#shadow and bone #grishaverse #tolya yul bataar #tolya #tolya x reader #tolya and tamar #tolya my darling i adore you

[playgrl0]

/ noritoshi

a/n: I COULDNT COME UP WITH A FUCKING TITLE LMAO IM SORRY😭😭 and, not proof read heheh

you finished training for today, making your way over into your dorm when a deep voice behind you stops you. "y/n!" you turn around and see noritoshi, your wonderful boyfriend. your heart flutters at the sight of him and you watch him walking over to you. "how was training?" he asks and lightly pats your head. "good! exhausting but good. i'm really hungry now." you pout. he softly smiles at you, "that's what i was about to ask you, do but you want to have dinner together?" his hand slides down from your head, down your arm to your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours. "of course! let me take a quick shower first and then we can meet up, okay?" "text me when you're ready, i'll pick you up." he says and turns around to leave. with a small smile on your face, you make your way into your dorm and get ready to take your well needed shower.

after your shower you text noritoshi that you're ready and he's already on his way to pick you up. a few knocks on your door lets you know that he's finally here. he enters the room and his usually emotionless face transforms into a soft one, with a small smile when you tell him you're almost ready. "we're not in a rush." he gently tells you and sits down on your bed. you put on your shoes, a thin jacket since it's a bit chilly out, and grab your bag. "we can leave." you tell him and walk over to the door. he walks up to you and opens the door for you, like he always does. he closes the door behind him and takes your hand into his and you begin walking out. "what do you want to eat?" he asks you. "im in the mood for sushi." you excitedly answer him. "sushi it is." he says with a small chuckle, thinking, that you're so cute how excited you get over sushi. after dinner, noritoshi suggested to go for a walk since the weather is nice and he'd like to have some alone time with you, which is always hard to get between missions and training.

you two are slowly walking hand in hand, in silence, through a park, watching the ducks swim around, kids playing on a small playground, people walking their cute dogs and just enjoying each other's company. "hey," noritoshi starts speaking, "i'm gonna take you out tomorrow night. i have a surprise for you." you look over to him with slightly widened eyes. "a surprise? please don't tell me it's something big or expensive." you pout. he chuckles, shaking his head knowing that you don't like big and expensive surprises. but, he loves spoiling you. how could he not? he loves you and he wants to see you happy at all times. it doesn't matter to him what he gets you or what he does for you, as long as it creates a beautiful smile on your lips that he loves so much. "it's nothing big, don't worry. just something that'll show my appreciation for you." he smiles and slightly squeezes your hand. your eyes soften and you squeeze his hand back. "you didn't have to." you smile. "i wanted to." he responds and kisses your temple.

after your walk in the park, you both head back to the school since it's already getting late and you both have to wake up early tomorrow and noritoshi walks you back to your dorm, coming to a halt in front of your door. "you're full? ate enough?" he asks and you nod yes. "good. do you need anything else?" he's so cute. always concerned about you, making sure you have everything you want and need. "im good." you smile and he smiles back. "great. i'll head to my dorm now and sleep. don't go to sleep too late, okay? get some rest and i'll pick you up tomorrow morning for breakfast." he speaks with his hands on your hips. you smile and brush a strand of hair away from his face. "i promise. goodnight, i love you." you peck his lips a few times before he pulls you into a warm hug. "sleep well. i love you." he whispers in your ear and places another kiss on your cheek. he fully pulls away from you and begins to walk away. you keep looking after him and suddenly, a wave of emotions overcomes you. to be honest, you don't want him to leave. yes, you just spent the evening together and yes, you'll see each other in the morning again anyway. however, you haven't been spending much time together recently and you really miss having him near you. "noritoshi, wait!" you call out for him. he turns around with a raised brow and suddenly you get a little shy. "uh, could you maybe sleep with me tonight? i miss you and i don't want you to leave me." you mumble out but still loud enough for him to hear you. he smiles at you and walks back towards you. "nothing would make me happier." he kisses your forehead. "let's go to sleep, my love." he says and gently pulls you into your dorm.

tags: @peach-m1lk @obitohno @kendraken @softbajis @oikawascutie

<3 @ playgrl0

#playgrl0writes #noritoshi x reader #noritoshi kamo x reader #kamo noritoshi #noritoshi kamo #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk noritoshi #noritoshi jjk #jujutsu kaisen noritoshi #jujutsu kaisen

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Hi

I’m the anon that asked pack parents with their parents interact and here is the thoughts i wanted to talk about Chris’ parents but my english is not so good (the reason of started to read fanfic in english) try my best to explain my thoughts. That means i’m sorry if there’s a nonsense sentence 🥹

1. After pretty move in to Chris flat they were cuddling and scenting her that means also her scent lingering on him too right (but not too strong but more than just a roommate way bcs in my head he is alpha his scent too strong and stubborn to goes weak or disappear idk if it’s wrong or). The first time he visit his parents house after she move in they notice that scent it’s obviously not his packmates it’s new and his father like questioning directly like “do you got into relationship” Chris confusing “no, why?”, ”that scent lingering on you?!” He goes blushing but act fool “idk what are you talking about dad” his that don’t push too much bcs that obviously his son don’t want to talk about whatever that is so he just leave it. His MOM knows pretty’ scent too well but also act fool like in outside “anyway how’s your new roommate? Is she kind? Is she kind to your pack mates?” But in the inside her brain goes crazy like ”NDJDJSJDHDHWKAIDNDXO IT IS A POSSIBILITY OF THEY GOT TOGETHER?!!”

2. When after they got together visit his parents house to sleepover. They eating dinner together and little bit chating just a usually goes how their visiting and they go to his room to sleep pretty and chris lying on the bed kissing, cuddling that makes Chris so worked up (i can’t blame him 🤷‍♀️) when he goes too deep pretty like “no baby, I don’t want to disrespect your parents, they literally sleeping in same house” and he reassure her that room is soundproof he went trough his rut in this room (he was teenager where else he go) until he move out (i mean it’s werewolves house so they went trough their rut and heats in their room it must be a soundproof no one wants to hear their parents or children’s rut or heat sound) and in here idk how she act. Is she turns him down and he pout, whines little bit but if she doesn’t feel comfortable ofc he respect her and turns himself down or on the other hand she seduced by him. If that happens HERE IS THE POINT I WANT TO SAY soundproof doesn’t mean scent proof his parents know by the scent and they don’t react at all outside BUT HIS MOM’S BRAIN “PUPS, THEY GONNA HAVE PUPS SKDJDRNFJK” after they leave the house she runs to her husband “WE’RE GONNA HAVE GRAND PUPS HONEYYYY” he also happy that his wife happy “honey don’t get too excited, they are still young and they didn’t even mated yet but yeah eventually we’re gonna have grand pups”. Other day mom calls Chris and ask not too obviously, goes like “you guys are been together pretty long right,don’t you think it’s time take your relationship on a next level?” ofc Chris get his mom’s point also don’t want to pushed by other people but can’t snap at his mom so just respectfully goes “we’re happy what we are now mom, you don’t have to worry”

Ughhh it was the longest writing in english for me. It was hard i have no idea how you write this masterpieces i’m in love with you 🥰. Sorry again for my english, bad grammar and vocabulary i tried my best.

And have a good day or goodnight (I don’t know your time zone)

aaaaa, back in the day i also used fanfiction as my reading practice for english, so i get you skjdfhskjdf i'm proud of you, bb. keep up !

is sooooo cute. like, imagine Chris' mum all fangirling because her son is finally has a competent partner kjsdhfskjdhsdf Chris' dad looing at her like: "really? this is what we're doing now? speculating on our son's love life?" and then when they found out she's right she's gonna be super annoying to him about it "UHUM TOLD YOU SO"

KJSAHFSKDJFH i honestly don't think either of them will be too prude when it comes to Doing It in his childhood bedroom. Chris might, he'd be all like "you know, this is my parents' house..." but he doesn't feel as inclined to "respect" their territory because, in a way, that room is his territory still. they're definitely desecrating that room. his parents aren't dumb, they'll Know even if they can't Hear Them. and yes, they'll get excited over having grandpups sdjkfhjksdf (pls i love the concept of grandpups....). alsoo he'd definitely Ignore that pressure his mum is trying to put on him just like you said sdkjfhsdkjf

this was really cute to read, thanks for sharing it with the class !

#anon #ask #wereroomies ask #wereroomies headcanons

[its-the-ratdawg]

I don't know who you truly are either, I only know that of which you've decided to share. I don't know your face, nor your name (assuming it's not its-the-ratdawg), and I can name as many of your interests as you mine.

The only thing that tilts the playing field is the fact that its *your* blog in which we communicate.

Could our relationship ever continue in the same vein if I wasn't anonymous? Confined to the preconceived notions of who I am, wouldn't I disappoint you? For I am nothing but a man.

In comparison to the tens of minutes I spend crafting every single word I share with you, I imagine you'll find the unadorned way I speak to friends painfully unremarkable

I'm afraid that without the allure of mystery, my voice may lose its charm, leaving you yearning for the elusive essence that once fueled our interactions

I would no longer be mysterious homoerotic monologue anon.

For as long as you don't know, you have something to crave.

Let me drag it on for just a little longer, won't you dear?

(I'm sleep deprived and rambling and there are so many words on my screen that I can't even bother to proof-read)

(maybe if I continue acting down on my luck you'll continue to praise me idk wouldn't that be crazy)

(I am going to sleep now, ill finish your response to the "main plot" tomorrow)

(promise)

(sweetest dreams, goodnight)

(I’m gonna answer this so u wake up to it, I hope you sleep so good btw💕💕💕)

Darling, the chase is yours to ‘drag on’ as long as you like - I’ll allow myself to be dragged. Of course I will. How could I let go now?

The question has surfaced: If this is truly a game, then just how tilted is our playing field, exactly? If you know of my identity, is that to my advantage, or my detriment? And if I don’t know of yours, does that truly leave you with the upper hand? Or are you, in a way, vulnerable?

Do we really know each other at all? Can we?

You say you are nothing but a man. Who’s to say God was not once a man? Aren’t we created in his image?

I’m far from the first to be utterly enchanted by a mere mortal. My fate isn’t unique, dearest. But thanks to you, it is mine.

Have we not spoken of your essence before? You should know I find it divine. Beyond your words, beyond your name - it’s your very concentrate. Below a cellular level, it’s the presence that hums in something finer than air. Something all of us can feel and none of us can escape. Something we sense without our physical senses. Something that no man can understand, be them the enchanter or the enchanted.

You fear I’ll find you “painfully unremarkable” if you speak to me as a friend. However you speak to me, you will still be you, and I me. This time will still be ours. Inevitably.

Consider. I’ve captivated you in the same way you’ve captivated me - and you do know who I am. Reveal yourself to me when you’re ready, be it in a moment or in a millennia. Know that you could never disappoint me because you’re eternally you.

For all eternity you will have spent a moment as “mysterious homoerotic monologue anon,” and that’s undoable. If I discover for you a new name, it won’t change who you have been.

And no name I could give you could be as sweet as the one you give me to call you. Didn’t I once tell you - anything you give me, I’ll take with a smile?

Your name can change. But as long as you linger behind the name, I’ll have something to crave.

(Actually i do go by rat dog in real life. Only the real ones call me that, though) (I hope you have beautiful dreams and both sides of your pillow are the exact temperature you want and that your bed is as comfortable as a hug from your soul mate <333333) (also dw if you can’t reply, I know how it is to get busy and stuff, I should probably NOT be online as often as I am lmao)

[cherrycheridarling]

lockscreen | t.h.

tom holland x famous!reader

warnings: none just fluff

summary: tom goes on jimmy fallon for a game of 'show me your phone'. being the oblivious child he is, tom forgets about his lockscreen.

wc: 1.4k

"Welcome back! We're here again with the star of the Spider-Man series, Tom Holland!" Jimmy's announcement drew cheers from the audience. "Tonight, we are going to be playing a game called 'Show Me Your Phone'."

Jimmy went on to explain the game to the crowd as Tom sat across from him patiently waiting. Jimmy pressed on the button first and ended up showing the world that his last photo was a selfie taken minutes ago in the washroom. That gained a lot of laughs. Then it was Tom's turn.

"I'm terrified. I don't even know what's on my phone." Tom shook his hands before firmly pushing the button. It landed on the iMessage icon. "Oh? My last text message convo?" he began to unlock his phone. Eyes skimming over his lockscreen.

"Yup, and once it's locked in, you can't touch it." Jimmy reminded him of the rules as Tom quickly skimmed through his last conversation.

Tom ran a hand down his face before chuckling, "Oh, geez. Alright, some context, I needed help picking a tie for tonight and my mate, Harrison, is nowhere near helpful."

He placed his phone in front of the camera as the conversation appeared for the audience to read.

Tom: haz what tie? red or blue?

Harrison: youre ugly either way

Tom: you look like dolores umbridge. pick a tie ffs

Harrison: mm my babe umbridge. jokes. i'd say purple

Tom: you're gross and no help at all

Harrison: have fun babe the bed is waiting for you

Tom: don't make me puke before i go on the show

Harrison: puke on me daddy

The crowd bursted out into laughter along with Jimmy as Tom covered his beet red face in embarrassment. "He is going to kill me for showing that." Tom was laughing as he spoke.

"That's hilarious! Okay, my turn." Jimmy ended up sharing a voice memo of him reminding himself to do chores around the house.

Tom wiped his hands on his pants before pushing the large button again. It landed on the lock icon. "What does that mean?"

"You have to share your lockscreen."

Tom's posture visibly stiffened at the information given. He wished he had gotten some warning before coming on the show. A caution sign telling him to erase everything on the iPhone.

His lockscreen was a memory. A keepsake. You. A piece of his heart. A reminder of happiness and the loving moments you shared with one another. It was taken a little over a year ago at Zendaya's house for a get-together with a few close friends.

You were propped up on the kitchen island, a wide smile on your face. Tom standing in between your legs with his back to your chest. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he tilted his head and placed a kiss on your cheek. Jacob Batalon had captured the moment. A heartwarming interaction that you had both done an outstanding job at keeping under wraps.

You had been dating for nearly two years. How you had managed to keep it hidden for such an extended amount of time was a wonder to everyone who knew, including yourselves. It wasn't that you were both set on no one ever finding out, you just never saw the need to. It was your relationship, only meant to be shared between the two of you.

Tom hoped you wouldn't be mad if the world found out, but he enjoyed the privacy and the feeling of having something that was only his. Something he didn't have to share with the globe. Tom debated on his options. Showing the picture and making headlines for the next week or refusing to do so and ruining the game while making everyone suspicious of him.

The former won.

"Okay, um." Tom nervously let out a laugh, "Surprise?"

With shaking hands, he placed his locked phone on the stand and avoided looking into the crowd as reactions varied throughout the studio. Gasps, cheers, 'aww's, even some screams. Both of his hands shielded his expression from the cameras as he allowed the audience to examine the photo.

"Oh, my god! W-what?!" Jimmy stammered, shocked what his eyes saw, "That's Y/N Y/L/N! A-are you two?" his eyes flicked from the phone to Tom.

Tom nodded slowly, "Yeah, yeah. It is and we are. Nearly two years steady." this intel drew more shocked reactions from the habitants of the studio.

"This is amazing! We love Y/N! But wow, how did no one know?!" Jimmy was still in disbelief.

Tom smiled at your name, "I may be loose-lipped with movie spoilers, but this is proof that I can keep secrets."

Jimmy's mouth was agape, "I have so many questions and you are so lucky that we are out of time."

Tom released a breath he didn't know he was holding as Jimmy said goodbye to the cameras and they stopped recording.

As Tom made his way backstage to head to his hotel, his heart began to beat out of his chest as he thought about your reaction.

-

Lounging on his hotel comforter, Tom pulled out his phone once again and clicked on your contact. m'lady. Pressing the FaceTime icon.

Your bright smile lit up the screen, illuminating his mood like the sun on a stormy day.

"Hello, lover. To what do I owe the pleasure of this late night call?" you chuckled while sitting up against the headboard of your bed, Tessa laying beside you.

Tom couldn't suppress his grin at your presence even if it was through a screen, "Hi, darling. I didn't know if you would be awake. Isn't it nearly three in the morning there?"

You nodded and pushed your glasses up on your nose, "Had to run some lines with Tess before filming tomorrow. She's a great actress." you panned the camera over to the sleeping pup.

"Sometimes I think you're only with me for my dog." he joked with a light laugh.

"Shoot. I thought I had you fooled." you teased back, "Why did you call, bum?"

He scratched the back of neck and avoided looking at the screen. That was enough for you to know that something was up.

"What part of your movie did you spoil this time?" you chuckled.

Tom shook his head with a smile, brown curls flopping on his head, "Nothing about my film, love. More or less about us." he mumbled the last bit, but you heard it.

Your shoulders tensed involuntarily, "I'm gonna need more information than that."

"We were playing a game where you have to show certain things on your phone and I had to show my lockscreen and, well, you know what my lockscreen is." his nerves grew with every second that your face stayed expressionless.

"Okay. How did they react?" you stifled a yawn.

Tom's eyebrows furrowed at your response, "Y-you're not mad?"

You chuckled, "Do you want me to be mad?"

"No, no, no." he quickly protested, "I just didn't know if you were ready to tell the world about us and I'm sorry for not informing you before making that big of a step in our relationship."

You smiled at the caring boy in your life. His thoughtfulness overpowering any negative emotions that could've surfaced. You weren't mad at all. Two years was a long time to keep a relationship hidden especially when both of the parties are well known to the public.

"No need to apologize, mi amor. It was about time everyone found out. Long overdue if you ask me. I would've appreciated a heads up, but I'm not mad." you insisted, and it was true.

Tom visibly relaxed at your words, "The audience was shocked and some gushed and screamed. Can't wait to see the headlines and news articles tomorrow."

"I can see it now: 'Spider-Man Actor, Tom Holland and Actress, Y/N Y/L/N's Hidden Love'." you spoke in a mocking voice making your boyfriend laugh.

"Can't forget; 'All the evidence of their relationship that the public overlooked'." he joked in the same tone as you both laughed together joyously.

Your laughter died down while a peaceful smile lingered on your lips, "I'm glad you had fun tonight. I should get some rest. Need to be in hair and makeup at seven."

He nodded understandingly, "Have fun on set, darling. I'll talk to you later. Goodnight, sleep tight, sweet dreams."

"Goodnight, sleep tight, sweet dreams, lover." you gave a little wave before ending the call.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x famous!reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x singer!reader #tom holland fanfiction

[masterwords]

I am a strong believer that Hotch has scars from what his father did to him when he was a child. I would love to see you write something about the team or one of it's members noticing and asking about it, if you could imagine that. If you do, thanks, you rock!

For this image, friend, you rock! <3 I wholeheartedly agree, I think he has a lot of scars that the team know about and quite a few more that are a mystery. I felt like this was a sweet moment for a little Hotchreid, but if you would prefer a non-shippy one you can definitely let me know, I will not be offended! I did have another idea that I would be more than happy to write up. (@olivinesea I did it!) Please forgive the shittiness and lack of editing, I wrote this a little too fast before everyone in my house woke up.

Summary: Reid notices a scar on Hotch's back and has questions. Set partially in the early days, partially in the hospital after Hotch's "Route 66" surgery.

Pairing: Hotchreid

Words: 2272

Under a Safe Roof

With every ounce of strength he possessed, Aaron stood beside his bed and worked at getting his dress shirt off. One after another, trembling fingers worked at the buttons until he reached the last one and began the arduous process of shrugging himself out of the shirt without the ability to lift his arms, to do the work. His shoulders screamed for mercy, ribs creaking like broken floorboards until the shirt fell to the floor. He could feel the heat of Spencer's eyes on the other bed, dashing to him and back to the book but he didn't have the strength to offer for conversation, not now. Sinking down toward the bed with hips protesting the movement, he worked at getting his shoes off, gritting his teeth and holding his breath until he was red in the face. The t-shirt he wore lifted up his back as he leaned over, exposed bare skin and Spencer's eyes lighted on a scar that ran at least four inches from the small of Aaron's back and up his spine. It was twisted in places, like a root, and thick. Not a surgical scar, a thing of rage, and he wondered if it had come from this job too.

“How'd you get that scar on your back?” he blurted out, regret immediately flooding his entire body. His face went hot and he buried his nose back in the book, as if it would rewind time, erase the stupid intrusive question he'd had no right to ask. Aaron froze, groaned as he reached behind him and tugged the hem of his shirt down over the softly rounded flesh at his hips. His fingers stayed there a minute, playing with the hem.

“I wrecked my bike when I was nine,” he replied softly, never turning around to look at Spencer. He pulled his aching body into the bed and slipped beneath the covers, keeping his back turned to the other man. The only light in the room came from the lamp between their beds, and Aaron closed his eyes, knowing he'd need to go to sleep with it on so Spencer could read. He was exhausted, his entire body was pain after a long day of abusing it and all he wanted to do was sleep. Spencer had no proof, nothing to base it on but a feeling, but he knew Aaron was lying. Still, he let it drop.

“Are you okay?”

“I'm fine,” Aaron muttered, pressing his face into his pillow, warm cheek against cool linen. “Morgan used our car as a battering ram, I'm just sore. Goodnight, Reid.”

**

“Morgan, has Hotch ever lied to you?” Spencer sat, feet tucked under him, at the back of the jet. Beside him Derek was readying his headphones for the journey home while everyone else settled themselves in toward the front. Aaron set his box of files down and busied himself immediately with paperwork, getting it out of the way as quickly as he could.

“Not that I know of...why?” Derek toyed with the cord of his headphones, willing the conversation to end so he could put them on and lose himself for a couple of hours in sound. No thought, just music.

“I just...I asked him about a scar on his back last night and I'm pretty sure he lied about it.”

“Well, I'm sure he had a good reason if he did,” Derek offered, shrugging. He knew exactly what Spencer meant, he'd had a feeling for a long time that he'd find some skeletons in Aaron's closet if he went digging but he valued his own privacy so he respected his friend's. There were a lot of things about Aaron that didn't sit right with him, things he learned from his days as a cop seeing inside of those homes, things he'd learned in his profiling classes. Sean had told him enough over the years, a pitcher of beer deep, that helped him piece things together, gave him what he thought was a pretty deep understanding of his very private friend. But he wasn't going to say that to Spencer. “Or maybe he was telling the truth. Either way, it's none of your business kid.”

**

The calendar pages flip and years speed by. Aaron wasn't shy about danger, made it his mission to accumulate more scars. Some of them he couldn't hide, soft lines on his jaw or gauges on his chin, one small fleck above his eyebrow. Spencer knew them all, inside and out. He sat there beside Aaron's hospital bed, folded up like a praying mantis in his small chair and reading while Aaron slept. Routine, it was what they did. Aaron had been in the hospital for days and Penelope took good care of him, but the team were back now and Spencer was keeping the room quiet, watching him sleep between flipping pages. When Aaron woke, said he needed to use the bathroom, Spencer didn't question him though he knew that wasn't it, he had a catheter and he hadn't eaten anything in days – he just wanted to be out of that bed and he didn't want to argue. Watching in his usual way, out of the corner of his eye, muscles ready to twitch and leap into action if there was a problem, he waited. Aaron pulled himself to sitting, the IVs tape pulling at his skin and he adjusted the tubes and wires over his lap before sliding his legs over the side of the bed and letting them dangle there for a minute. That much movement was all he was capable of at the moment, he needed time to breathe.

“Can I help?” Spencer asked, trying not to look too eager. Aaron shook his head, softening his features, releasing the tension in his brow.

“'M okay,” he mumbled, using his arms to slide his hips forward until his feet landed against the floor and he stifled a groan at the way it pulled his muscles, tugged at the staples. It hurt but it wasn't as bad as Foyet, not even close, so he stood there for a minute and caught his breath. Splaying the palm of his hand against his stomach, he pressed gently against the incision, applying enough pressure that it gave him the impression he was doing something, keeping his insides from falling right out. One foot in front of the other, he shuffled toward the bathroom with the IV pole gripped tight in one hand and Spencer set his book down, watching the labored movements. His gown hung open, tied loosely behind his shoulders and cascading to his knees, just above the waist of his sweatpants was the scar he'd asked about years ago. It looked exactly the way he remembered it. His finger twitched, traced the shape in the air involuntarily, he knew it so completely by feel alone. Aaron didn't make a habit of taking his shirt off with the lights on, it had been off-putting at first and Spencer wondered if it was him, he Aaron just didn't trust him with those secrets but he'd grown to understand that it went deeper than he could understand and Derek was right, it was none of his business. He doesn't need to know anymore, he'd moved past that childish fantasy of knowing his partner inside and out, understood that there were just some things that needed to stay locked away and it didn't mean he didn't know Aaron. It didn't mean they didn't love each other.

Privacy wasn't a lie.

Sometimes, though, Spencer couldn't control his mouth. Like the connection between brain and lips short circuited, and he found himself blurting out words with immediate regret.

“That bike scar looks like it really hurt,” he announced and Aaron paused only for a moment, foot skidding against the linoleum floor. He said nothing, just made a low humming noise in the back of his throat before. “Aaron?”

“Not now, Spencer,” Aaron grunted breathlessly, focusing so entirely on staying upright when his legs wanted to give out. The IV pole squealed on its wheels behind him, helped him stay upright. He shut the bathroom door slowly, with as much strength as he had left and breathed a sigh of relief at the small, empty room. No beeping machines, no watchful eyes. Just him and his pole, the bags of fluid dangling beside his head. He was supposed to use the wheelchair, wasn't allowed to be on his feet by himself but Spencer knew better than to try and force Aaron into submission. He'd survived worse than this, he had his own way of doing things and if he felt capable of walking it wouldn't do any good to stop him. Getting himself down to sitting on the toilet was fine, getting back up was going to be a near impossibility. So he stayed there, sitting on the creaking plastic toilet seat – he didn't need to use it, he had a catheter, he just couldn't take lying in that bed any longer. Being there on those cold flat sheets, people poking at him, treating him like he was so fragile. Jessica was going to bring Jack in soon, he would have to go back but the seat was so nice and cold. Just a breather, just some space, that's all he needed but Spencer's words played over and over in his mind. He slipped his arm around, drug his fingers along the jagged edge of the snarled old scar and he struggled to bring the memory of it into focus. It pulled at him, frayed the edges of his resolve and he wrestled with whether or not Spencer should know these things, if he could really love the other man and hold these things under lock and key. He pressed his palm to the counter beside him, used it to leverage his weight, push himself up to standing using his upper body only. His stomach muscles had been sliced open, were utterly useless. He hadn't seen the scar yet but he could feel it, the twisted smile stapled across him, an angry red river flowing between the peaks of his hip bones where once it was just a smooth valley.

“I left my bike in the driveway,” he said, in a low voice as he slipped out of the bathroom. Spencer looked up from his book immediately, his full attention on Aaron as he shuffled his way back toward the bed. He didn't walk right, couldn't really lift his feet off the ground but the little hospital booties with their grippers made a funny squeaking sound, it was almost childlike. “My father didn't see it there,” he stayed standing, it felt good, the pressure in his belly intense but not painful like lying down. Spencer was standing before him now, his book neatly placed on his seat and he was so close, shaking his head.

“You don't have to,” he whispered. “I understand. I'm sorry for bringing it up again, I don't know why I said it.” He circled his arms gingerly around Hotch's waist and let his lithe fingers trace the expanse of the mysterious silvery scar, wondering what the new one looked like under the thick gauze packing. He'd spent every moment he was allowed memorizing every single scar with his fingers, he could close his eyes and point each of them out though he'd never seen most of them. He'd sketched them, kept it hidden away from everyone, painted a picture of his lover's life splayed over the expanse of his torso. Some of the stories he knew – there was no avoiding what was left behind by Foyet's knife, they were angry and jagged and he felt electrified when he touched them. Those scars, terrible as they were, had brought the two of them together, fit their broken pieces together like a puzzle. There was a knotty scar on his shoulder where he'd been shot, small chaotic things all over his back from shrapnel. Others, small perfectly round things, the size of the blazing cherry on a cigarette, frightened him when his finger accidentally grazed one. Those stories were not for him. “You deserved better.”

“Everyone has their lot,” Aaron replied softly, relenting, letting Spencer hold him. He was tired, too tired to invent a story or pretend to be brave. “Jessica and Jack will be here soon. Help me get into bed? I don't want her to see me standing, she'll have a fit.”

“She's a little scary,” Spencer muttered, smiling. He placed the palm of his hand against the small of Aaron's back, feeling the heat of the scar and the story he would never know and he thought about the power of imagination. Guiding Aaron toward the bed, letting him dictate the speed they moved, when they paused so he could catch his breath, he drank in the proximity. They stopped just short of the bed and Aaron rested his head against Spencer's shoulder, content to stand still just a moment longer in his partner's soft embrace, avoiding the bed and the way it made his hips ache. Spencer let his eyes drift shut while they stood, locked together, and he saw Aaron at Jack's age, smiling, riding his bike through town, the elation of freedom on his features and he let the image fade out there, the little boy pedaling as fast as his legs could carry him. He didn't need to know what happened, all he really needed to know was that boy kept on pedaling that bike and now he was here, in Spencer's arms, safe and alive and loved.

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #spencer reid #hotchreid #scars #implied abuse #aaron hotchner whump #hurt hotch

[call-me-doll-face]

Acquiesce- part 2

Warnings: once again guys, this does have noncon elements. If you are triggered easily please don't read. In no way do I approve of behavior like this, no means no. Consent is key. This is strictly just for the story. No minors! Smut, angst, friends to lovers, protective steve.

A/N- this is for my friend @rogershoe thank you for reading my stories and always giving me words of praise, and for always listening. I hope you like it as much as I liked writing it!

P.s I'm sorry for any mistakes! I haven't gone through and proof read!

Part one

Steve slept over that night, refusing to leave my side. I honestly don’t know whether I'm supposed to feel thankful or annoyed and hell who knows, maybe it’s both. 

Yes, him being here eases my mind. Knowing that he’s there to protect me if, heaven forbid, something happens. At the same time though..... maybe I would rather be alone.

Ever the gentleman, he willingly takes the not so comfortable couch in my opinion with zero complaint. We work together in silence to put the fitted sheet on before standing side by side, just staring at it.

“Ya know, I’d almost prefer sleeping on the floor.” He cracks a joke, looking over at me with that cute lopsided grin of his. Scoffing in fake offense I smack his chest playfully causing him to cover his chest with a very over exaggerated wounded expression.

“Hey! Don’t hate on my couch! You could always go sleep in your OWN room!” Before I could even finish my sentence he had flopped down onto his back, big arms folded up behind his head and a satisfied smile gracing his lips. It was hysterical, seeing him trying to fit his big body on my tiny couch, long legs hanging over the armrest. I snicker at him softly, running a finger up the arch in his foot as I go to walk away, knowing damn well how ticklish the man is. 

I try to make a quick getaway; wanting to avoid the awkwardness I could feel slowly creeping back in between us. However when I hear “Calla,wait.” I groan internally before slowly turning around to find that he’s already standing right there before me. Curse him and how damn sneaky he is! A man of his size shouldn't also be stealthy! 

“Stevie I-” I’m pulled into his embrace, fingers moving up to tangle in my long hair to scratch comfortingly against my scalp. All the tension leaves my body at the action, sagging against him and almost purring like a cat, eyes drifting closed.

“Calla... My lilly...”He murmurs softly against my hairline as he pulls me even closer to him, if that’s even possible. My heartrate spikes at his words as my belly erupts with butterflies. We had always been close but never has he been this tender with me.

His lips press one last kiss to my forehead before bidding me goodnight and gently urging me in the direction of my room where I had been so ready to escape to moments ago but now have to force my body towards.

“Goodnight Stevie.” I whisper softly on my way, Knowing he’d hear me.

I don’t know what wakes me. My eyes slowly flutter open and my lips part with a deep yawn. It’s not until I’m stretching that my body freezes as I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. 

‘You’re being watched’ my mind tells me as my muscles lock up with panic, eyes staying on the wall directly in front of me, terrified to move let alone look around.

In the back of my mind I already know who’s in the room with me. It’s him. He’s  come for me, to finish the job. Bucky....

Then just like that, as if materializing from thin air, he’s there. His hand wraps around my ankle like a vice, jerking me down the bed towards him, sheets getting bunched up around me as he does. 

No, no not again! please no! 

Crying desperately I kick out at him and miraculously the heel of my foot comes into contact with the middle of his chest, causing his grip to loosen just enough to slip away. Rollin on to my hands and knees I start to crawl away from him quickly in an attempt to put distance between us, but with a deep growl he’s suddenly on top of me, using his big body to pin me to the bed. 

“No, Bucky! this isn't’ you!” He lets out a sadistic chuckle at my words before he reaches down and rips my panties roughly from my body. I cry out as my skin burns from the fabric, leaving red welts in the wake. 

“Please don’t do this, don’t do this! I’ll do anything!” I sob but then he’s thrusting into me once against without a care as his chest rumbles against my back. 

“You will submit.” He snarls in my ear as his hips snap violently against my ass.

You will submit.

You will submit.

YOU WILL SUBMIT.

“Calla...Calla!” I fight against the vice like grip holding me in place, writhing and thrashing against him. A scream is ripped from my raw throat as I get a hand free, digging my nails into my assailants skin. “Damit, Calla! Calla it’s me! Stop!” With one more hard shake I’m pulled back to reality and I whimper shaking my head.

“Open your eyes Calla.” When I refuse to do so I hear his soft sigh then his big gentle hands move up to cup my cheeks, thumbs moving over them soothingly. “It’s okay my lilly... I’m here... It’s just me, I’ve got ya. Now open those big beautiful eyes and let me look at ya.” Under his gentle coaxing I reluctantly let my eyelashes flutter open to meet his very concerned blue ones, watching as he lets out a relieved sigh.

My legs are tangled in the damp sheets, body slick with sweat, and chest heaving as I desperately try to get some much needed oxygen into my lungs. “He... He was here...” My voice shakes out the words and I launch myself at steve, sobbing into his naked shoulder and clinging to him desperately.

He just lets me cry, holding my body against his as he whispers soft words against the side of my head. Eventually when the sobs die down enough he gently moves me back to the head of the bed. Pulling back the blankets he slides in beside me without my even having to ask before tucking me under his arm. 

We lay there silently for a while, my cheek pressed against his warm chest as my arm snakes around his waist to keep him with me. I let his even breathing calm me, nuzzling closer to him as the panic finally dissipates. 

“You know.... I used to have nightmares too. The last thing I can remember is my plane breaking through the ice. The cold of it. I knew it was the right thing to do, and never for a second have a regretted it. But god did it scare me.” I glance up at his words, seeing him staring at the ceiling with wrinkled brows with his arm that wasn't holding me folded behind his head. “Then I woke up and there you were, lookin like and angel. I done thought I’d died and gone to heaven doll!” We both laugh softly at his words, my chest blossoming with warmth. I squeeze him gently and he squeezes me back in turn.

“If I hadn’t had you there when I woke up, To teach me all the things I’d missed out on and needed to learn... to help me get through the realization that everyone I’d known from my past life were gone.... doll I never would have made it.” This time when I looked up my breath caught in my throat at the look on his face as he looked down at me... Cheeks flushed a soft pink, lips slightly swollen due to being bitten so much, eyes shining with something akin to what I can only describe as love.... Adoration.. 

Slowly he gently reaches down with the arm that isn't holding me and gently pinches my chin between his forefinger and thumb before stroking it softly. His tongue flicks out over his lip and my eyes follow the movement....

I squeal in surprise when in one sweeping movement he has me straddling his lap with his hands once again cupping my cheeks. I’m very quickly becoming convinced it’s his favorite place to have them, but in this moment I’m thankful for it, nuzzling my face against them as our eyes meet once again.

“I promise you Calla, my lilly, that I’ll NEVER let anyone hurt you ever again. Ever. I’ll kill them first. You are the most important thing in my life. I’ll do anything for you, to make you feel better, to help you through this.”

My heart swells at his words, tears forming in my eyes as I give him a watery smile. Slowly reaching up to mimic him I cup his cheeks, watching as his eyes slowly flicker closed and his lips part to let out a soft breath at the touch. “Anything?” I question quietly.

“Anything.” Before the word has even left his mouth all the way I lean forward and press my lips softly against his.

People say that when you have your first kiss with something it feels like fireworks, like your life is exploding. Not with steve... No, kissing stevie feels like home. Like a cup of hot cocoa in front of a warm fire on a cold december night. Like fuzzy socks and warm blankets... like coming home after a bad day knowing that your person will be there to make everything feel right again.

And god does he make everything feel right again as he kisses me back with everything he has. Moving my hands up to tangle my fingers into his silky soft hair I let him tilt my head back so that he can press his lips firmer against mine to gain better access. A breathy whine escapes me and my lips party willingly without him even having to ask. He instantly takes advantage as his tongue slips in to massage against mine before exploring my mouth.

My whole body burns under his gentle ministrations. I burn for him, and I’d willingly burn for him over and over and over again...

Keeping my head leaned back I bite my lip as he leaves hot open mouthed kisses down the line of my jaw... slowly moving back to that spot behind my hear that he just seems to know will drive me wild.... groaning my name he nuzzles his nose there affectionately as his warm breath fans against my overly sensitive skin.

Wrapping those big arms around my waist he pulls my body even tighter against his before pulling back to press his forehead against mine, giving me a gentle smile. I can’t help but smile back before leaning back in and teasingly taking his bottom lip between my teeth and pulling slightly.

With a grunt his hips thrust up against me, pulling a surprised gasp from me as I feel how painfully hard he is beneth me. My pussy clenches as the feeling as my body automatically grinds down to meet his thrusts. Instantly those hands grip my waist tightly, stilling my movements.

"Calla... we can't." He grunts out, eyes squeezed shut and jaw clenched. I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion as I look down as him. I know he wants this...

"Stevie... please.. I want you... I've never been so sure of anything in my life.." shaking his head at my words his kisses my shoulder softly as he hugs me.

"No doll... I don't want you to want me just because you want to feel something... just because you want to forget. I want you to want me because you can't live without me... I want you to want me because I make it easier to breath... because that's how I feel about you."

#steve rodgers x reader #steve rogers #captain america #dark bucky x reader #dark bucky x you #dark bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #avengers smut #marvel smut #slight angst #nonconsent #marvel #mcu #the avengers #romance #these idiots #friends to lovers

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 14 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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Hunt and Destroy

“Alright... A lot of new words and names...” You mutter, looking at the floor between your feet. It's late now, and Eleven has been talking for over an hour. The story is long and you had to stop her to ask a few questions. More than a few, actually. Everything sounds like a very strange story, the weirdest, something nobody could come up with. To prove it, Eleven turned the TV on with her mind, skipping through the channels before turning it off again. But you didn't need any proof. You know what you saw and it was very, very real. “Upside down, Demodog, Demodorden...”

“Demogorgon. With a G.” Dustin corrects you, smiling. How can he be smiling?

“Demogorgon, ok.” Nodding, you take a deep breath and stand up. “So... What's the plan?” You ask, pacing around the living room.

“Well, we need to gather the whole party for this,” Max says and the others nod.

“I'll talk to my mom and Hopper,” Jonathan speaks out. “We have to do this as soon as possible so... tomorrow.”

“Yeah. Can it be here?” You're not sure if you can make this demand, but right now, being anywhere else after dark is too much. The sunlight is your protection since it's deadly to the... Demo-something. It burns them. They like it cold, said Eleven.

“Sure.” Jonathan answers and you offer him a small smile in return. “Could it be by five? Before the sunset.”

“Yeah. We can sneak out of the pool again.” It shouldn't be a problem, and if Anthony is there, you could pretend to be sick.

“Tomorrow is our day off.” Billy reminds and you take a deep breath, running a hand through your hair. You completely forgot that.

“By the morning them. Maybe we'll get something figured out we can start working on through the rest of the day.” Mike suggests and the whole party agrees. “We should get going though. It's late.” Mike gets up from his spot on the floor.

“Wait.” Mike can't possibly be for real now. “You're not gonna head home now. With those things out there.” They're getting closer to the town, and it means they'll hang around all night. “It's dangerous. You should stay.”

Most of them agree easily, chattering among them. Max seems excited, but Mike exchanges a look with Nancy. “I don't think our mother would let us crash at Billy's place.” She says with an apologetic look.

“Oh.” You know why. Billy told you where he was going to when the Mind Flayer almost got him... Or better saying, who he was going to meet. Mrs. Wheeler. You did felt weird back then, and it sure makes you feel weird now, but whatever he did before, you left it where it belongs. In the past. “Just call and tell her you'll be crashing at my place.”

“Yeah, man. C'mon. Slumber party.” Dustin cheers, smiling, and once again you can't understand why they aren't terrified. Guess they're just used to it. But how can someone get used to monsters lurking around?

“Alright, then.” Mike agrees, making his way to the phone.

“They didn't get it yet,” Billy whispers in your ear.

“They didn't get it.” Repeating, you wrap your arms around his neck. “I'm really trying not to freak out right now.” The words come out of your mouth, rolling out your tongue.

“Let's go to the bedroom so you can rest and we can talk.”

“Ok...”

“Alright. It's done.” Mike comes back with his sister, gesturing at the front door. “Should we get going?”

You and Billy exchange a look. They really didn't get it. “Uhm... So that's it, guys.” You start, taking Billy's hand and pulling him with you. “You can crash either here or Max's room. First to wake up makes breakfast.”

“Wait. You made me lie to my mom?” Mike asks as you move further into the hall.

“(Y/N) is living here.” Max ends the mystery, and you can feel her massive eye roll.

“Holy shit.” You hear Dustin and Steve mumbling as you get inside the room.

Billy lets you shower first, and as you wait for him, you look through his college books. Everything seems very complicated. Your fingers run through one of the pages, taking in the many numbers, but not really reading anything. Your mind is too far away right now. The scene keeps playing back, over and over. The... Demodog, as the kids call it, its face opening up, the guttural noises it made. You wish it was just a nightmare, but everything seems very, very real.

Billy's sudden touch makes you suck in a sharp breath, shaking a little. “Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you.” The feeling is quickly replaced by the usual warmth he makes you feel. Safety and comfort.

“It's ok, I'm just... How is it possible that the kids seem to be so fine with it?” Turning around, you lay your head on his chest as he pulls you close.

“They've been through a lot. They know how to deal with it and you don't have to participate if you don't want to.” Billy touches your face, fingers caressing the soft skin of your jaw. “I'll do anything to keep you safe, you know that right?”

You do. But staying out would not only make you a coward, but it would mean one less person to help them do whatever they're planning to. And, whatever this thing is, it had a part in messing with Billy's life. With Max's life, and all her friends. It's kind of personal. And, if Billy is in danger, you want to be there to make sure you'll do anything to save him. “I want to do it. I just need time to... Process everything.”

“You won't be alone. And I'm not talking only for myself, but for everyone else too.”

“Ok.”

“Now come. You need to get some sleep.” Billy pulls you to the bed, and, instead of laying beside him as usual, you decide to crawl on top of him.

“Am I crushing you?” You ask as you lay your head on his chest, smiling to feel his strong arms around you.

“Haven't you noticed the weight I can lift? You're nothing compared to it.”

Closing your eyes, you feel as he places a kiss on the top of your head. You've never been like that with Billy, literally on top of him, and it's good. Today, more than ever, you need to feel safe. Protected. And he's the only one who makes you feel this way. “I'm so happy we don't have to go to work tomorrow.”

“Me too.”

Pulling yourself up, you move upwards until your face is close to his. “Do you think the kids are talking about us?” Despite your mind being apparently stuck reminiscing the same moment, the terror in your chest, you try to change the subject. Hopefully, it'll keep you from having nightmares tonight.

“I'm sure of it.” As he speaks, a noise of glass shattering reaches us. “Max!” Billy yells at the top of his lungs, startling you. “What the hell!”

“Stop yelling.” You giggle, playfully slapping his shoulder.

“Just a glass, Billy,” Maxine answers from somewhere in the house.

“Better clean this shit up!” He shouts again.

“Shut up!” You whine, lowering yourself on him a little. “Or else I'll have to make you and it won't be nice.”

Billy raises an eyebrow, that usual smirk making its way to his lips. “Oh, and how exactly wouldn't it be nice?”

Yeah, you didn't really give much thought before making the threat. “Okay then.” Smirking, you close the distance between you until your lips are brushing on his before you sit up abruptly, a hand covering his mouth. “See? I told you it wouldn't be nice.” He opens his mouth under your hand, and you feel his teeth biting your skin. “Billy!” You complain, taking your hand away from his mouth. “I can't believe you bit me, you jerk.”

“You got what you deserved.” He suddenly pulls you down, making you lay next to him. “Now, quit playing around and sleep, princess. Tomorrow will be a long day.”

“Kiss me goodnight then. To keep the bad dreams away.” You ask him softly, melting into the slow, warm kiss he gives you.

It doesn't help with the nightmares though. Twice that night you wake up, a breath caught in your throat. You struggle not to let Billy notice, snuggling closer to him.

You're more than happy when morning finally comes. The house is so damn loud, and breakfast in a mess. You like it though, the craziness distracting you from yesterday's events. The rest of the party is here by nine, thanks to the urgency of the matter. And then, after everyone is fed up and the dishes are clean, which took half an hour since nobody wanted to do it, everyone sits in the living room to talk.

And you just can't seem to keep up with it. The boys speak fast, Hopper yells, Joyce tries to calm him down, he argues with Eleven, which is like his daughter, you got that, and then he argues with Mike. Nancy and Jonathan always check with each other before saying something, Steve always finds the flaws on the kids' plans, pointing out the many ways it could go wrong, and Dustin often gets into some kind of argument with him. There are a hundred different ways things could go wrong. A thousand ways you could die. Running a hand through your hair, you hold onto Billy's biceps, laying your head on his shoulder. You're the only one who didn't say anything since the conversation started. There's just nothing you can help them with, you'll just stick up to whatever plan they have.

What they know for sure that these Demodogs are here because some of them must have been left behind in some kind of incubation period until it started growing again.

“So that's it. Hunt and destroy.” Lucas says, nodding to himself.

“Yes. We don't know exactly how much time we have until they start going full Demogorgon, so we should start acting now.” Mike states. “Immediately.”

As if something was lit up, everyone starts moving. “My place in one hour, everyone,” Hopper says and suddenly the crowd disperses, the house once again silent.

You're still in the same place you were, on the couch, legs crossed, eyes on the floor. “Hey. You ok?”

“Yeah.” Taking a deep breath, you stand up. “So. Hopper's place. One hour.” Saying this more to yourself than to him, you get up and pace around the living room. “Should we take the baseball bat?”

“Steve has one far more fun than that. You'll like it.” You can tell Billy is keeping his voice nice and soft, trying not to push you over the edge with everything that's going on. “(Y/N), you don't have to go. You know that, right?”

“I do. But I'm going anyway.” Walking over him, you tiptoe to place a kiss on his lips. “Those kids are so brave. I don't want them to think I'm the weak link.”

“Alright, but we stick together. No exceptions.”

“I agree.” It does make you feel a lot better.

In the next hour, you and Billy shower and get ready. You make sure to wear short jeans and a light shirt so you won't feel too hot. The plan is trying to find the Demodog's nest. This part has to be made during the daylight, to make sure no attacks will happen, so you have no choice but to walk around the woods under the sun. Billy makes sure to shove a lot of water on his backpack, using literally every bottle he found in the house. And Max gathers some snacks for the day.

You reach Hopper's place at the same time Nancy, Jonathan, and Mike does, realizing it's also Joyce's place. The party is gathered in front of the house, a big map of Hawking on the ground. Beside it, a pile of some random stuff that you guess will be the... Weapons you'll use. Just in case.

Hopper is the one to assign everyone a place to start, the area they'll have to cover, and where they'll have to stop. There are lines drawn over the map, and you hope Billy has everything memorized because you don't even know where is where. Then, the groups are separated. Billy of course says he'll take you and Max. And Lucas, much to his dismay, will come along too. When people start taking stuff from the pile, you immediately get what Billy mentioned earlier. There's a baseball bat with nails on the top. Smiling, you take it.

“That's so badass.” You mutter, looking at Billy. “This will be my weapon of choice.”

“Hey. That's mine.” Steve exclaims, reaching out his hand.

“Not anymore, buddy.” You sass at him, swinging the bar and hitting the air.

“But–”

“She's good with the bat, trust me,” Maxine says and you nod. Some people have an interrogation on their faces, and Steve keeps staring at the three of you, as if waiting for further explanation.

“We have an inside joke.” Lowering the bat, you turn to look at Billy.

“Restricted to the Hargrove family,” Billy states, taking one the radios from the pile and starting the make his way to the car. “And Max.”

“But what about me?” You feel a little set aside by his affirmation, wondering what he meant. It's impossible that he's ignoring the fact that you were there that day. “I'm in the joke too.” Whining a little on purpose, you follow him.

“You still only notice half of things.” Billy winks at you as he gets inside the car, and after Max and Lucas get in the back seat, you get in as well. “I know you know what I meant.”

“Maybe I didn't.” Billy has this way with you. You were expecting the first sensations to fade, but they didn't. He still makes you nervous, the butterflies on your stomach doesn't seem to grow immune to him. And part of you is still scared of the things you think he means. You did got what he said, but it's safer to just pretend you didn't, right?

The short drive is filled with chattering. The kind of chattering you didn't want to hear since it's all about the Demothings. You stop by the woods, and Max and Lucas will be the ones responsible for the map since they have a compass.

And so the ‘hunting’ starts. You're glad it's not a real hunt though. You remember when you invited Billy for a trail with your friends, but walking through the woods feels different now. Before, you had only the normal wild animals to worry about, not some monsters that came out of the gates of hell. But you try to keep in mind that the sunlight means protection, so you'll safe. For now.

“Billy, can you make sure we'll have enough daylight to make the way back to the car?” You ask him, putting your hair up on a ponytail.

“I will, don't worry.” He moves closer, taking your hand in his. “We'll be ok. Just focus on trying to find anything unusual in the woods.”

“Sure.”

Billy doesn't let go of your hand until you stop to eat something. Lucas and Max start arguing a lot when you resume your walking, complaining about the directions. Billy is clearly pissed, not very fond of the idea of his little sister dating. It's cute the way he keeps staring at the young couple, paying attention to whatever they're saying. You wonder if Billy ever thought about having kids.

Wait. What the hell? Step back, you tell yourself. Too soon for that.

At some point, a fresh breeze starts blowing, and you couldn't be more thankful for it. Letting your hair down, you run a hand through it out of nervousness.

“I'm telling you, we have to go West now,” Lucas says.

“Yes. First West then North.” Maxine takes the map from his hands, taking a look at it. “It's obvious if you think about it. Just look. Try using your head for a moment.”

“Are you calling me dumb?”

“Yes!”

“Alright, both of you.” Billy intervenes, his voice with a tiny hint of anger. “Will you two make a goddman decision or will I have to?”

This will be interesting. Billy and you have been walking a couple of feet behind them, so as he moves ahead, you stand there, crossing your arms. The breeze brings a soft sound, that looks like the sound the pools make when it's windy. Following it, you spot water, only about ten feet away. Leaving the guys behind to their fights, you make your way there, making sure there are no big trees hiding you from their sight. When you get there, you bend down, putting one hand on the freshwater.

“(Y/N)!” It's Billy's usual yell, the one he always uses to scare the shit out of you. “Do you want to give me a heart attack?” When you turn around to look at him, he's already close by, Maxine and Lucas coming right after.

“Sorry, but I found this lake.”

“Lover's lake,” Max says, sitting down on a rock, eyes on the map.

“Lover's lake?” You repeat, crossing your arms and looking at Billy. “Why haven't you ever brought me here?” By the name, you think it would be a nice romantic date. And you remember by what you saw on the map, the lake is shaped like a heart, the reason for the name.

“Oh, you're new here. Sometimes it slips my mind.” He puts he bag down, safely away from where the small ripples reach. “People usually come here to... You know. So I thought that if I brought you and then you found out what really happens here you'd come to the wrong conclusion about my feelings for you.”

That's a very good explanation. And it makes you feel... Special. Different. “Thank you, then. For... Having this in mind.” As you speak, you take off your white shoes, all dusted by now.

“What are you doing?” He asks, an eyebrow raised when you look up at him, using his arm for balance to take off the other shoe.

“I'm using the Lover's Lake to something else than making out.” You start walking backwards, into the water.

“Whoa, look at what (Y/N)'s doing,” Lucas says, and you give them a glance. Max giggles, putting the map down.

“Try to drown Billy, would you?”

“I'll do my best.” When you stare back at Billy, he's already in the water.

You move back until your feet stop touching the bottom, so you start swimming further away. The freshwater is a blessing, washing the hot day from your skin. For a moment, you decide to leave the worries behind, just for a couple of minutes. Billy is quick to reach you, and you're suddenly aware of the kids staring. “We have an audience, keep that in mind.” You tell him when he pulls you close, strong arms encircling your waist.

“Were you ever kissed underwater?”

“No.” Your smirk matches his as you take a deep breath and push yourself down.

The kiss is a mess. You have to focus on holding your breath through the process, what makes you laugh, throwing bubbles on Billy's face. You manage to reach the bottom, your back hitting the rocks as Billy floats on top of you. But eventually, the oxygen you were saving is over, so you push him away and swim back up, laughing when you reach the surface.

“What a chaos.” You burst out when he comes back up as well. “We suck at underwater kisses.”

“I think I swallowed some water,” Billy says, coughing a little.

It only makes you laugh harder, removing the hair glued to your face. Swimming closer to him, you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Hey! Mr. and Mrs. Hargrove! Let's get moving!” Lucas shouts, making you roll your eyes.

You burst into laugh again when Billy flings you over his back, carrying you back to land.

And the walking restarts, with Max and Lucas constantly arguing and Billy trying to make them stop. The good thing is that it distracts you. And the bad part is that it distracts you from searching around for any signs of a Demothing nest. Your eyes scan through the woods, among the trees, looking for–.

“Holy shit!” Lucas exclaims and then he jolts away, running, followed by Max. You and Billy exchange a look before rushing after them.

Before you can ask what was that, you see it. A huge hole on the solid ground. It would fit a car in it. The thing goes down, in a slope, and then it keeps going until it makes a turn left. It's clear it doesn't belong to any kind of wild animal. It's not natural. A low, guttural low snarl reaches your ears, and you involuntary gives step back.

“Call them. Them then we found it.” Lucas says, taking a pencil and making a mark on the map.

The moment Max takes the small radio, you hear static. “Everyone listen up.” Steve says, more voices talking behind him. “We found it. A freaking hole in the ground. It has to be–”

“That's it.” Eleven's voice cuts him off. “We found it too.”

It was supposed to be just one.

“What?” Steve asks.

“Head back now. Everyone.” Hopper says and Max turns the radio off.

This is far worse than you thought.

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