#worth it tho i think :) but i’m not ever doing that again

[magicicephoenix]

some lovelies on the newest @pillowspace whiteboard!

#doodle dump #celestial sundown au #celestial sundown meno #celestial sundown eclipse #i’ve never drawn eclipse before and for some reason i decided the best way to do it was solid colored. my hand hurts #worth it tho i think :) but i’m not ever doing that again #oops just realized i missed the other strap thing on meno’s arm. oh well #sorry to that doodle of moon.. totally crowded your space ^^’ #someone asked if i was pillowspace when i started drawing eclipse. i found this hilarious #whiteboard fox

[pinksturniolo]

Biggest Hater - Part Two

Matt Sturniolo x Fem Reader

Part 2 of 2

Alternate version of my Chris fic: Biggest Fan

Requested by the baddest! @muwapsturniolo

Summary: You just don’t get the hype of the Sturniolo Triplets like almost every girl your age does. It probably has a lot to do with the fact that you went to high school with them and Matt Sturniolo particularly, got on your nerves more than anyone you thought ever could. In fact, it has everything to do with that. And when you run into him a couple years later, at the peak of their fame, your feelings haven’t changed one bit. No matter how attractive you find him.

Content warnings: smut, oral, angry sex, teasing, pettiness, manipulation, mean!matt (even tho he's an angel irl), ANGST AF, enemies to lovers trope (somewhat?), slightly toxic, use of alcohol, a lil fluff at the end to make up for all the madness lol

word count: 3,887

You never breathed a word to anyone about what happened that night. Losing your virginity to Matt in the back of his minivan on prom night while stoned out of your mind was not something you could exactly go about announcing around the hallways of school. As much as you wanted to let what happened possibly turn into something more between you two, you simply couldn't let one night of passion make you forget the years of anger Matt caused you.

And your feelings were only solidified when you returned to school the next week, and he pretended like you didn’t even exist. He avoided you even more than he would before, and to be fair, you didn’t call or text him over the whole weekend out of sheer embarrassment. But you figured he would at least acknowledge you.

You started to feel incredibly stupid for letting your desires cloud your judgment and wished you could take back everything you did with him. You two never spoke again, as if that night never happened. And it hurt you for a while, until you eventually decided he wasn’t worth the trouble.

But that was two years ago, and this was now.

Now you were taking shots of tito’s back to back like they were water. Zach, the mutual friend that you and Matt shared from school was passing the bottle around, more people coming in and out of the house as the night wore on, the party getting bigger.

You danced in the middle of the living room along with the crowd of bodies, your body moving to the music freely as you tried to let the invasion of memories from prom night out of your mind. The alcohol coursed through your blood, your shyness leaving. You were starting to have a good time and were happy that you hadn’t seen Matt around since he disappeared down the hallway.

Zach comes up to you, leaning down to talk into your ear. He asks how you’re doing and what you’ve been up to since high school. You’re not one for small talk but you don’t want to be rude and start to engage in conversation with him when you hear a voice over the music interrupt you.

“Mind if I steal her from you?”

You turn to see Matt standing there, his eyes briefly travelling up and down your body before greeting Zach.

“Matt! What’s up, where you been? You want a shot?” he says, grabbing his hand in a handshake.

Matt shakes his head and motions to the keys attached to the belt loop of his jeans. “I’m the designated driver tonight.”

You give Matt a dirty look before you allow yourself to check him out. His appearance has changed so much since the last time you saw him. He’s wearing black jeans and a plain t shirt, a backwards hat on his head. He has light stubble on his face, making him look a little bit older. He looked really good.

But you weren’t drunk enough to acknowledge him further, turning back to Zach. “I think I’m gonna go get some fresh air.” You tell him and he barely lets you finish your sentence, grabbing both you and Matt by the shoulder.

“Hey, remember when you guys used to be at each other’s throats every day? It was hilarious.” He slurred, a drunken smile on his face.

You give him a deadpan look, avoiding looking at Matt to see his reaction. You could seriously strangle Zach right now for what he was doing.

“You know what’s hilarious Zach? She was pretending the whole time. I think she was just secretly in love with me.” Matt says and your jaw almost drops to the ground from shock.

 Zach laughs loudly, throwing his head back. “I knew it! Practically everyone in our senior class said the same thing.”

The audacity these men had. You’re absolutely fuming, staring daggers at Matt, a stupid fucking smirk on his face. He knows you’re pissed, and he likes it. Loves it in fact. It satisfies him to no end that he can still get a reaction out of you after all this time. Not to mention, he thought you were incredibly attractive when you were mad.

Before you can fire a good comeback at him, a genius idea pops into your head. The music currently blasting through the large house now switches to an upbeat reggaeton sound, something directly in your element.

The furrow in your brows from the sour look on your face relaxes as it’s replaced with a smile, your eyes lighting up. Matt is a little caught off guard by the way your expression switched up suddenly but tries not to let it show. His arms are crossed, and he raises an eyebrow in curiosity as you speak to him.

“I love this song. Wanna dance?”

“Wait-what? -“ He starts, utterly confused now but you walk past him before he can protest, the fabric of your skirt brushing against his body. He grits his teeth, his heart skipping a beat as he inhales the scent of your perfume. You look back at him over your shoulder, a mischievous look in your eyes.

“Later, Zach.” Matt says, immediately following behind you. Your hips sway as you walk, closer to the dark corner of the room. Your short skirt is skintight, your lace top not leaving much to the imagination. You have on a pair of strappy heels and Matt can’t help but let his eyes linger on the smoothness of your legs and the curve of your ass as he walks behind you.

But he feels as though he’s walking into a trap, your sudden change in behavior a mystery to him. He hasn’t seen you in two years and you seem more mature, more confident in yourself. And given the way you both left things, he’s not sure why you would even give him the time of day.

You reach the corner of the room where it’s a little more private, starting to move your hips in small circles, swaying to the beat of the song. There’s a sultry look in your eyes as you lock eyes with Matt who’s slowly moving towards you. He’s drawn dangerously close to you, a few inches separating you from him. He’s hesitant but watches your body move sensually, your hair falling around your face as you run your hands through it. You look him in the eyes again, grabbing his hands to put them on your waist.

They say revenge is a dish best served cold. And your only intention tonight is to make sure Matt knows exactly who he’s fucked with. There was just no way he was going to show up in your life again and try to make a fool out of you for the second time. You were going to remind him that yes, there’s an unspoken connection between you two, and an electric storm that is created when your bodies mesh with another. But then, you were going to rip it from him, the way that he did to you.

The music vibrates through your body as you guide Matt’s hands across your waist and hips, his lips parted as you have him in a trance. His eyes can’t choose between focusing on your breasts spilling out of your shirt, the sliver of skin peeking out from the hem, showing the curves of your hips or your bare thighs now brushing against him as you move even closer.

Then, you turn around and wrap your arm behind you, across the back of his neck. Your other hand keeps his on the side of your waist. You grind your ass lightly over his crotch, his chest pressed into your back. His head is leaned down by the side of your neck, his warm breathing fanning across your skin.

He moves with you for a minute, immersed in the music and the way your body grinds against him. He feels like its just you and him in this party, addicted to the feeling of you on him like he was the night he had you all to himself in the backseat of his van.

His lips brush lightly over the skin of your neck, and he takes a deep breath in to try and steady himself before things escalate further. “What are you doing, Y/N.” He mumbles into your ear. His fingers press into your hips, his pants tightening from the way your ass is rubbing onto him.

Fuck. It’s taking everything in him right now not to drag you to one of the empty bedrooms and bend you over the mattress so he can fuck your brains out.

You feel him grow hard in his jeans and smile to yourself, your plan going exactly how you wanted it to. You turn around suddenly and wrap your arms around his neck, your lips feathering over his. “I need you…”

It takes him all of thirty seconds to grab your hand and lead you out of the living room, and to the secluded hallway at the other side of the house. He pushes you softly against the wall, placing his arms on either side of your head. There’s a look of desperation on his face that you haven’t seen before.

“Y/N. Listen to me. I know this sounds crazy, but I think about you all the fucking time. I swear, I’ve tried so hard to get you off my mind since that night and I can’t. I- “

“Matt, please. I don’t want to talk about that right now. Just kiss me.” You interrupted and smashed your lips onto his, his shirt fisted in your hands.

What you really want to say is, you’re a liar. If you really meant that, you would’ve talked to me at school. You would’ve let me know how you felt instead of cutting me off. You would’ve acted like a grown man and reached out to me a long time ago.

But that isn’t part of your master plan to manipulate him. You needed him to think you wanted him, to make him feel the way he made you feel for months after you last saw him. You know it’s wrong and petty, but you don’t care. And you couldn’t help the fact that you also secretly enjoyed having his hands on your body again, his lips on yours like they belonged there.

Matt is completely sober but he’s getting lust drunk off the taste of your mouth, your wandering hands over his chest, his abdomen, his hair. Pushing and pulling him into you, and he can feel your pulse pounding a million miles a minute. He could breathe your air forever, could steal your kisses like it’s his favorite crime.

The desire between you two grows and grows, until Matt is convinced he could fuck you against the wall in this hallway right now and not care one bit who saw. But he knows that’s not the right way to do this. He wants you on the bed, so he can lay your body down, and devour you in the way he’s been craving all this time.

He grabs your hips, breaking the kiss and leads you to the nearest closed door, praying that it’s an empty bedroom. The chances are in his favor when he sees no one in the room, a large king-sized bed in the middle. He locks the door behind him, and you throw your arms around his neck again, entrapping his lips on yours once more. He bends down slightly and grabs your ass, lifting you up in the air. Your legs wrap around his waist as he carries you over to the bed.

Once he feels the mattress against his legs, he climbs on top, laying you down, his body on yours. He trails soft kisses from your cheek to your neck, his tongue on your hot skin, teeth grazing, leaving goosebumps all over you.

You sigh in pleasure, letting him take over your body like its his. Your determination has been crumbling since he pressed you against that wall, but you fight to keep your head on straight, his mouth now ghosting across your chest as his head dips lower. He tugs your shirt and bra down, revealing your tits to him, nipples hardened from the cool air. He looks up at you, blue eyes burning with fire as he circles his warm tongue around one of them, making you gasp.

He continues, taking extra time and attention to suck, kiss and lick on each of your breasts, his eyes still on yours, leaving your now soaked panties ruined. You can feel his erection pressing into you and when he starts moving his head further south, you wrap your legs around him and grab onto his shoulders so you can flip your bodies around on the bed, this time with you on top of him.

It was time for you to regain control. You pull the top of your shirt back up and he starts to sit up, but you push him down firmly by his shoulders. You grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head as he allows you to undress him. He doesn’t protest and watches as you move down the bed, to settle between his legs. Your hands unbutton his jeans and yank his pants down and off of him. Now he’s only left in his boxers, and you’re still completely dressed.

You lay down on the bed, bringing your face to his crotch and exhaling on his hardness. His abdomen flexes and he clenches his jaw as he watches you tease him, breathing your warm breath onto him and then letting your tongue run over him through the fabric of his boxers.

You press a kiss onto him, your lashes fluttering as you look up at him. “Y/N…” He groans, his hands tangling in your hair. “Don’t fucking tease me.”

You let a sly smile appear on your lips and rub your hands on his thighs. Your fingers curl around the band of his boxers, finally pulling them down so his cock springs out, long, hard, and begging to be taken care of.

He twitches as you press your lips to the tip, saliva leaking out of your mouth and coating him. Then you finally move your head down, taking as much of him as you can into your mouth and your soft hand curling around the base. He moans, holding your hair back as you bob your head up and down, his breathing becoming shallow.

You keep the pace, letting him brush the back of your throat and look at him, his head thrown back against the mattress in ecstasy, knowing he won’t last long at which the rate you’re going.

“Fuck…” He whimpers, letting you push him to that release, your actions feeling way too good to stop you.

You pull your mouth from him, gasping for air and letting your hand continue the motions, squeezing around him with every intention to get him to finish.

“I know baby, let go. It’s okay.” You say, urging him to cum.

But once you speak the words, Matt snaps out of his pleasure, the sentence sounding all too familiar.

“Matt…” You whine, and he presses his forehead to yours, his hands on your lower back, helping you ride him. “I know baby, let go. Its okay.” He says softly and the coil that’s been building for the past 20 minutes since he kissed you, finally releases and warmth floods your body. You moan loudly and feel yourself leaking on his thigh, your hips slowing down.

He grabs your jaw, the expression on his face now hardened. “What do you think you’re doing?” He says, finally catching onto your little plan.

Shit. You really fucked up now. You didn’t think he would recognize the same words, you thought it would be an inside joke only to yourself in your twisted mind. But Matt was smarter than you realized.

You try to play it off though, not wanting to give in. “What do you mean?” You say innocently, batting your eyelashes at him.

He chuckles darkly and snaps his boxers back on, grabbing you by your arms and pulling you up, flipping around so you lay on the bed, on your back again.

Matt had a feeling something was off the moment you asked him to dance but he let his attraction take over and his desire cloud his judgement. And now that he’d figured out what you were trying to do, he was furious. He was mad that you felt the need to mock him, to get back at him. He was mad that he let his stubbornness prevent him from acting like a mature adult and block you out of his mind, of his life.

But most of all, he was mad and at the same time obsessed with the control you had over him, over his body, over his thoughts. He never let anyone dictate his emotions but somehow you had, and right now he wanted to show you who was really in control here. He wanted to show just exactly how much he had missed you.

“Who do you think you’re trying to play with, hm?” He says as he roughly tugs your skirt down your body and off your legs, leaving your heels on. He removes your shirt and bra right after, leaving you shocked in the way he’s managed to get you naked in less than a minute.

You don’t say a word as he pushes your legs open, his thumbs digging into your skin so hard, it hurts. He slots his shoulders in between as he places his wet lips on your stomach, kissing his way down, over your pelvis, and moving to your inner thighs, licking and sucking at the crevices.

It was insane the way Matt could control you with his dominance, the touch of his hands and the feeling of his tongue on your skin. You’ve basically lost your whole course of action in revenge, allowing him to have his way with you.

He’s everywhere except the spot you need him the most, leaving you whimpering and on edge, your hips uncontrollably moving. He smacks your inner thigh, making you cry out from the sting.

“Stop fucking moving. You wanted to play this game, right? Well, let Daddy show you who’s really in control here.” He practically growls and the tone of his voice has your pussy throbbing with need but your heart pounding with anger.

“Fuck you, Matt.” You respond, glaring down at him in between your legs.

He raises his eyebrows in surprise at your defiance, his eyes almost completely black from the way his pupils are blown. His fingertips dig harshly into your skin as he pulls you down even closer to his mouth, and your breath picks up as he traces his lips over your folds, not touching all the way but barely brushing.

He places a gentle kiss to the spot right above your clit, his eyes the complete opposite of soft as he looks up at you. He kisses once more and then dips down to lick one swipe through you only to move away, his tongue on your inner thigh again.

The teasing is almost too much, making you whine and squirm under him. He smirks at your reaction, satisfied with the way he’s gotten you worked up. He licks through you again, his tongue strong and warm and circles around your hole before pulling away once more, kissing the side of your lips.

“Say you want me.” He breathes against your skin, looking at you again.

You don’t answer him and he runs one finger through your folds, massaging lightly before pulling away seconds later.

“Say you want me. And I’ll give you what you need baby.” He’s looking at you with expectancy, hoping you’ll give in because as much as he’s enjoying teasing you, he wants nothing more than to please you.

You could almost cry from how mean he’s being, and grit your teeth, your eyes continuing to give him dirty looks. No fucking way you’re giving in this easily.

“I said… Fuck. You.”

There’s a brief moment of silence and heated looks exchanged before he suddenly gets up, standing at the end of the bed and then reaches up to drag you by your ankles to the edge where he is, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He would’ve had you cumming on his tongue, thighs around his face as you shook, swallowing every last drop.

“You’re gonna regret that.” He simply says and pulls his dick out only to push it into you with no warning, bottoming out as his hips connect with yours.

You cry aloud from the feeling, and you’re seeing stars as Matt drives himself into you over and over, hard. You’re moaning along with him, your head thrown back against the mattress. He watches as he slips in and out of you, the blissful look of pleasure on your face, a sight he could replay in his head for the rest of his life.

He wraps one hand around your neck, squeezing a little, making you clench around him from the feeling of arousal it gives you. The anger pours out of both of you, mixing with pleasure until it turns into something else, something you two have been holding back for a long time. This is nothing like the last time. In the van, it was sweet, innocent and new. But now it was dirty, hot and desperate.

The sounds of your bodies against each other fill the room, the wetness you make as he thrusts into you like music to his ears. He tells you how sexy you are, how good you take him, how much he loves to have you like this. Dripping down his cock, body quivering and throat raw from screaming out his name.

You both claim to hate each other but somehow ended up in this position for the second time. As you reach your release together, he lays closer over the top of you, burying his face in your neck. You hold him, nails scratching down his back as you cum around him, and you feel the throbbing of his cock as he finishes inside you. He stays there for a minute as you both calm down and he’s whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Matt drove you home that night, after taking his brothers home first of course. Everyone assumed what you two were doing when you disappeared from the party and Chris and Nick giggled in the car, making fun of you two, much to Matt’s annoyance.

He kissed you good night. He called the next day, and the next, and the next. He checked up on you, sent flowers to your house when you weren’t expecting, he even brought you lunch to your job when you were having a particularly rough day. He made up for all the lost time.

You both had many discussions about the past. You forgave him for what happened, and it made you happy to finally say you didn’t hate Matthew Sturniolo after all. You were actually deeply, head over heels, in love with him.

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[yoursjaeyun]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Endless Love - LHS.

⋆ PART ONE > FIRST DAY l { NEXT } { MASTERLIST }

pairing: husband! dad!heeseung x f!reader

genre. pure fluff, smut, suggestive.

warnings. smut (minors strictly dni), unprotected sex (both receiving), boob sucking, explicit language, overuse of nicknames (such as princess, baby, baby girl etc), heavy dirty talk, mentions of pregnancy. but most of it are just fluff. please tell me if i need to add more.

a/n. this is my first time writing dad!hee shbejshs and i genuinely hope you guys like it 🤍 and tbh, i’m kinda proud of it hehe. i think this is the longest i’ve ever written before, i stayed up till 3am just to finish all of this lol it was worth it tho. i wanted to say thanks to @heetro and @excusememissiloveyou for helping me with some things, i love yall sm 🥺

"wake up sweetheart, you have school." you whisper, trying to wake your daughter up from bed as she half asleep in your arm, not letting go of the sheets.

“i don’t want to go mommy,” she whines.

“we can get ice cream after, how does that sound, baby?” a big smile plasters on her face as she excitingly gets out of bed.

you follow her out the door, seeing your husband sitting at the counter drinking his everyday coffee. heeseung spreads his arms out as his daughter came running into his embrace, smiling at the heartwarming sight.

“my princess has woken up, hm?” he said, kissing her forehead. “are you ready for school?” she shakes her head while pouting, he laughs at her adorableness.

heeseung places her on the seat beside him, waiting for whatever you were making for breakfast. “what do you want with your pancakes sweetie?” you asked, “mangos!” she yells in excitement.

you sat beside her while getting the cutting board ready. watching your every move as you slowly cut up the mango bit by bit to not get hurt.

she takes a piece, struggling to put it in her mouth. “sweetheart, thats too big, it’ll get messy. here, i’ll cut it up a bit more.” you caught heeseung smirking as you looked up, trying to hold back your laugh.

“shut it.” you mouthed, continuing to feed your daughter.

⠀˳ْ  ○ . 📏 . 𓄹 . 𑁍

“all ready?” heeseung smiles as his daughter’s tiny hand holds his finger, dangling the car keys while getting ready to get out of the door.

“alright, just tell your teacher if anything bad happens, okay?” bending down to tidy up her dress, sighing after.

“she’ll be fine, baby. i doubt anything is going to happen.” he reassured you. “it’s her second day, i don’t know why i’m worried.” you pout, crossing your arms, heeseung smiles at how much you represent her.

“she’s a strong girl, and you are too.” slightly leaning down to kiss your temple, feeling more relaxed at his words.

“daddy, lets go!” she whined, pulling on his hand. “i’ll be back in a bit, love.” kissing your temple once again before you went to hug her to say goodbye.

⠀˳ْ  ○ . 📏 . 𓄹 . 𑁍

“did she go off well?” your eyes still glued on the food that you were making for later.

“she did,” he smiled softly, “and she had already made great friends.” putting the keys elsewhere before placing a peck on your lips.

“that’s good,” you exhaled in relief. “what are you making?” he asks, now towering you with his height from behind as you were mixing the subsistence. “haeun’s favourite.”

“and you’re not making my favourite?” putting his chin on your shoulder as he began to pout. slightly pushing him away while laughing. “i’ll make yours after this.” turning your head around to face him, looking down at his lips, having the urge to just kiss him right then and there, but you just gave him a small peck on the lips instead.

“i’m making her something warm after we get ice cream later.”

“i have such a good wife.” he complimented you, smiling from cheek to cheek. heeseung wraps his arms around your waist from behind, resting your head on his nape while melting into his touch as you both rocked side to side, placing your hands onto his.

“you’re so pretty.” complimenting you once again. gently hitting his arm, knowing you always loved his compliments. “what? am i not allowed to love you?” he laughs.

“don’t you have a meeting to take care of today?” you ask, “i called in ‘sick’, just so i can be with both of my princesses.”

“gosh, you’re so annoying.” you giggled. his aroma and warm touch making you feel more calm in his arms.

—

the first time the two of you met was at a café, you both worked there. heeseung would always stare at you, and you’d do the same but you were always too shy to do so. he’d help you with making drinks, the desserts, and almost everything. you wanted to reach out to him first, maybe even ask him to go out. but he took over. which you were so happy about because it took you over a week to even try to say ‘hi’.

you never intended for him to help you with your financial problems, but he did anyway. which you felt so bad for because you didn’t want to look like you were in there for the money. and you weren’t, you’ve always loved him, for him. and he did the same to you. look at the both of you now with a child together, while he’s the CEO of a famous company, and you own the biggest restaurant in town. along with a little café you and heeseung made before getting married, and before the pregnancy.

—

heeseung slowly slips his hands into your shirt, the cold feeling made you sigh deeply, you knew what he was going to do but you wanted to stay busy, but you have to admit, you were needy too. he began to play with your throbbing breasts, feeling yourself already soaked. “..heeseung, i’m still cooking-” he starts to place wet kisses on your neck, possibly hickeys.

he smirks, turning off the stove before lifting you up and placing you on the counter, making you yelp in surprise. admiring each other for a bit by the way he was staring at your lips while biting his own, you knew he was desperate, desperate.

it wasn’t long till your hands cupped his face as you smashed your lips onto his.

the kiss was messy, but passionate. the butterflies in your stomach went crazy. heeseungs hold on your waist tightened, helping you stabilise yourself to not lean back too much.

his plump lips working with yours, your saliva and his mixed, running down your chin, you hummed in his mouth as his hands goes under your shirt once again, roaming around your soft skin, reaching up to your back to unclasp your bra.

“heeseung..” you mumbled in between kisses, quickly breaking the kiss to lift up your shirt, throwing it to the side. and then continuing the love session.

after several moments, he grabs one pair to level it to his mouth, leaning back to give him more space. “look at what you do to me, darling.” he flattens his tongue on one nipple, swirling it around along with his saliva to work it easy. you threw your head back from the pleasure as his free hand decides to play with the other boob.

“if i suck hard enough, will your milk come out?” being the jokester he is, he asks absolutely out of nowhere. “it won’t unless you want me pregnant again. stop playing around and fuck me already.”

“bold now, are we? watch me make that happen, love.” he smirks while biting his bottom lip, rushing to unzip his jeans then taking off his boxers that his bulge was sticking out from. and while doing that, you take off your panties, sliding it off your legs to the floor. the sight of his hardened dick spring out onto his abdomen already made you dizzy.

you spread your legs out a bit further to give him space, “you’re soaked, princess.” his fingers running through your wet folds making you shiver and whine into the crook of his neck as he went closer to you, lining it up in front of your entrance, pumping it a few times first. “hee, ‘need you..” you muttered.

“i’ll make you feel good baby.” placing a kiss on your temple before pushing himself into you, your hold around his neck began to stiffen as your eyes were shut closed from how big he was.

“go faster..” you whispered under your breath, and he did. increasing his speed on every thrust he makes, your eyes easily getting hazier each time. “fuck— you’re so fucking tight.”

his grip on your waist tightened, your moans and whimpers became louder on every movement, his groans against your ear, the kitchen was filled with loud wet sounds of skin slapping echoed in the kitchen, too bothered to even think about anything else.

“shit..” he was now balls deep inside, pulling in and out of you as your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the immense pleasure with your mouth agape.

“look at you, all fucked up because of my cock. you like that, don’t you? how desperate and needy you are to carry my kids.” every filthy word he spits out making you hazy, your face turned into the most obscene expression, close to reaching your high even. but you wanted to hold back.

“fuck— yes, god fucking yes.” you moaned, “oh i’ll put a baby in you alright.” his rough thrusts increased, hitting the right spots inside you as you let out the most angelic moans against his ear, squirming under him while he tries keeping you to stay still with his hard grip on your skin.

you whine and moan with every movement of his hips, and you had no energy left, letting heeseung take over, knowing you were close as you clenched hard around him. he fastened his speed, feeling him twitch inside you, signalling he was close too.

“taking my cock like a good fucking wife you are,”

“you’re so sexy, you know that?” biting his lip while smirking— god that smirk always gets you turned on. and you still wanted to hold it, sweat was running down the side of your face as you became weaker and weaker, his thrusts and movements became more sloppier. doubting you’d even be able to walk after. “hee.. i- i’m close,” you stuttered, too tired to even talk properly.

“you can cum, sweetheart.” giving you permission, your moans and whimpers became louder, at least for your neighbours to hear. “shit- heeseung!” and you came undone all over his length.

“fucking hell—” he groaned, a heavy moan elicited out of your mouth as heeseung grabbed your naked ass hard while painting your velvety walls white with his seed. you could feel his juices mixed with yours running down your thigh.

he had no intention on pulling out, instead he picked you up to go to the bathroom to clean up as you clinged onto him with the small amount of energy you have left, he was strong enough to hold onto you tighter.

your heavy breathing quietened down bit by bit, heeseung grabbing clean clothes before helping you wipe yourself. “you okay?” he asks concerned, answering him with a quiet hum. he had never seen you this tired before whenever the two of you have sex, now feeling bad and becoming guilty.

“i’m sorry if i went too hard on you,” he apologised, he stopped his doings and stared at you worriedly. a soft chuckle left your lips as you then placed a peck on his.

“i’m okay, hee.” you finally spoke, heeseung exhaling with a ‘phew’ in relief. “are you sure you’re okay with this?” continuing to help you clean up.

you nodded without hesitation. “i’m okay with it if you are. i don’t want to put you into more stress..” he looks down in slight guilt, still thinking if he ever went too hard on you. “you aren’t. and yes i’m okay with it. i trust you, okay? even with stress, i know you’re always there for me, especially since you’ve been with me through it all, and with haeun.” a bigger smile grew on his face towards your warmhearted words. realising how much he appreciated having you in his life with your daughter together.

“i love you, so much. maybe too much. way too much. but i love you forever-”

“just shut up and kiss me.” you laughed before pulling him into another deep, passionate kiss, his arms circled around your waist, pulling you in tighter, reminiscing the moment.

“i love you too, always, till the end, forever.” forehead to forehead while in deep, sweet, eye contact.

almost forgetting he’s still inside you.

“can’t believe you forgot you’re still balls deep inside me.” you giggled. “shit- i’m sorry—”

“no, lets stay like this for a while.” you say, stopping him from pulling out, hugging him firmly as he does the same to your waist, processing the generous moment.

“i hear a second round coming..” he teased, you hit him on the chest as the room was filled with laughter. “i’m kidding, don’t worry.” he smiles reassuringly, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“i think i’d like that.” you smirked, “a horny wife now, aren’t you?” you let out a ‘tsk’ before he dominated your lips with his once again, ending the morning with you screaming his name on your shared bed.

⠀˳ْ  ○ . 📏 . 𓄹 . 𑁍

after a few rounds.. yes, a few rounds. you were too worn out and exhausted, heeseung insisted on taking a rest for a while, since haeun finishes in a couple of hours.

but you had already slept, heeseung doing the same too. you swore you couldn’t even walk or stand up properly after all of that. you woke up with heeseung’s arm around your stomach while the both of you were completely naked under the covers, then immediately checking the time.

2:50

ten minutes left till haeun gets out, relieved that you weren’t late. quickly getting up to rushingly put on clothes to get ready, almost falling over from how sore your legs were. “baby?” his raspy voice awoken.

“we have to pick up haeun. get up, love.”

without saying anything else he also gets ready, laughing at the way he fell while getting out of bed. “your fault for fucking me out too much.” you chuckle, fixing your hair up into a neat bun with a claw clip.

“it was worth it anyway.” he winked, cringing at the sight. still thinking it was cute though. “okay, get dressed, i don’t want haeun to wait for too long.”

“yes ma’am.” he obeyed, doing the soldier gesture. letting out a ‘tch’ about how he was just ruing you two hours ago — now he’s acting like the bambi he is.

⠀˳ْ  ○ . 📏 . 𓄹 . 𑁍

you saw haeun waiting patiently outside the gate of the daycare with her hands grabbing onto the straps of her little bag on the sides, waving your arm to get her attention.

noticing you, she instantly ran to you happily. your arms spreaded out ready for a big hug. “mommy!” she screams, waddling to you. “my baby!” the second she reached your embrace, she peppered you with the smallest kisses ever, giggling at how adorable she was.

“how was your day sweetheart?” holding her tiny hand to walk back to the car. “i loved it! i have many, many friends now!” she giggled, “is that so?” she nodded, “well, i’m happy for you, darling.” you smiled softly.

heeseung popped out from the back, haeun instantly running into his arms. “daddy! i missed you!”

“i missed you too, princess,” he grinned, showering her with kisses everywhere. “daddy, it tickles.” she giggled, trying to push his face away with her small hands, laughing at the cute sight. “how did you learn to be that strong, missy?” he snickered, softly pinching her chubby cheeks.

“how was your second day?” he asks, bringing her to get buckled up in her seat. “it was good!” her eyes closing from the way she smiles. “what did mommy promise you?”

“ice cream!” she yells, throwing her hands up in the air. he smiles, kissing her forehead, “all buckled up?” she nods confidently. “good girl.”

“you know, you never called me that earlier.” you pout, crossing your arms after buckling your seatbelt.

“tonight, i promise.” he winked, and you smirked, once again cringing at the sight, but he was too hot to be cringe anyway.

⠀˳ْ  ○ . 📏 . 𓄹 . 𑁍

“how’s your ice cream, baby girl?” he asks, feeding the strawberry flavoured ice cream to her. “yummy! and why is mommy walking like that?”

heeseung looked away to hold back from bursting out laughing.. “uhm— mommy fell earlier, but it wasn’t that bad, baby. she’ll get better soon.” tilting his head in reassurance.

“what are you guys talking about?” you talked, sitting down beside them with your plain vanilla cup of ice cream. “nothing at all-”

“daddy said you fell, is that why you’re walking like that?” at least you were strong enough to hold back your laugh, already seeing him quietly laughing on the other side.

“yes i did fall, sweetheart. but i’m okay now, so don’t worry about it,” you beamed, “we’ll talk about it later, honey.”

heeseung laughed again at your death stare,

“i hate you.” you mouthed.

“i love you more.”

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[yellowharrington]

jaded - chapter 4, carmy berzatto x reader

pairing + fandom: carmen “carmy” berzatto x fem!reader (she/her pronouns used), the bear fx

warnings: smoking mention, minors dni with this story please.

word count: 2k

a/n: ok literally i am the worst ever and i totally didn't finish this fic even tho i started it so im finally posting the last part literally MONTHS later!!! sorry besties but i couldn't have an unfinished fic out there in the world so... if u fuck w this story at all thank u for reading it and all the encouraging and nice things people have said, it literally made me want to complete this fic so thank u <3

summary: tying up loose ends.

and it's a fuckin' shame that it ended like that you broke your own heart, but you'd never say that we went to hell, but we never came back

masterlist | chapter 3

It all just feels numb.

Sun coming up over the horizon and a light snowfall onto the street below. Your home is quiet, no pans in the kitchen making French omelettes, no TV playing outside the bedroom door as you sleep. No toothbrushing in the bathroom or running shower water, warm and steamy, inviting you in.

It’s not that you weren’t expecting his answer. Or, lack thereof. It’s that he couldn’t make up his fucking mind. First, he’s cooking you an omelette in your favourite pan with a cup of coffee made exactly the way you like it. He’s spending every evening on the couch with you, your hands splayed out against his stomach, comfortable beneath the waistband of his sweats. You’re in his sweater, baking fresh warm cookies so he can have one before bed, smudges of chocolate against your lips as he pushes you up against the counter, hot skin on cold tile.

Next, he has that look on his face, where he’s somewhere else. Thinking of her, in a dreamland where he can make it right again, and it all feels like it comes crashing down. The sweet nothings don’t exist in this realm, there’s no happiness here.

And when you do have to face him on Monday, it’s back to cold shoulder, nothing different. Yes chef, no chef, thank you chef. 

Sydney tries to make conversation, and you feel bad because you won’t bitch about Carmy like you usually would. Richie’s having secret meetings with Natalie, probably more about Claire, but you don’t even think to join in. It hurts, it hurts so fucking much, and it’s hard enough to go outside and take a fucking break from it all, let alone be in the same cramped kitchen with him. There’s no solitude, just aching, just disappointment.

“Did you order me a new cake pan, chef?” It’s directed at Tina, who looks up at you with the same wistful softness as she always does, smiling before nodding in your direction. You don’t hear her slide over to you, but when she suddenly appears at your station, you can tell she just knows something’s wrong.

“What’s up with you?” she asks, clipboard finding it’s way to the counter beside you, where a piping bag lays. “You’re not yourself. Something… wrong. Don’t tell me a boy did this to you.” The tears prick at your eyes and you swallow it all before you can get out a word, because yeah, it all fucking aches and the hurt feels like it’s sitting right behind your eyes, in your throat, ready to come out.

“It’s nothing. It is a boy but, boys are stupid and I’m not gonna cry over one,” you sniffle, before untying your apron and letting it hang loose on your body. “Not worth it.”

“It’s him, isn’t it?”

Your blood runs cold when she gestures just outside to the bright light of the door, where Carmy sits, phone in one hand, cigarette in the other.

Luckily the kitchen is empty when you reply, only so she can hear, “how did you know?”

“I saw the way you looked at him this morning.”

“Does anyone else know?”

“Fuck no. Between you and me, chef.”

You sighed relief, letting your front hit the counter as the stress left your body. “Thank fuck. Yeah, I don’t know, we were-“

“Fuckin’?” Tina’s got a sly smile on her face that makes it impossible not to laugh with her.

“Yeah, I guess. It felt like more than that. But apparently he’s still hung up on Claire so, I guess that ends it.”

She exhales slowly, joining you in a lean against the counter. “Jeff makes mistakes, everyone knows that. He’s moody and sad and he’s got fuckin’ problems, that kid, I tell ya.” She pauses for a second, eyes meeting yours, sincere. “But he’s good. I just don’t think he can handle himself, is all.” She takes a beat, letting her soft hand lay over yours, “He doesn’t let himself have the good shit because it always gets ruined. But you’re good. He’s scared of you.”

“He should be scared of me. I’m gonna fucking kill him,” you mutter, letting your floured hand meet your forehead in annoyance. “I’m not responsible for fixing his shit.”

She nods, agreeing with you, a hand cupping yours on the counter. “No, you’re not. I’m just saying he could use someone like you to bring him back to Earth, is all.”

-

When Carmy does make it back inside, he’s thumbing through paperwork at the desk, hand through his hair stressfully pulling at the strands. He’s trying so hard not to stare at you from where he’s sitting, noticing your cold gaze, somewhere far away. He takes out his phone to scroll through it mindlessly, procrastinating, when he meanders his way to the text icon and opens up your thread. A few texts here and there, mostly just asking about plans to come over, the occasional sexy photo or recipe idea.

[sunday, 10:26] they don't have fresh sourdough. should we just make some this aft?

[saturday, 4:35] i hate when you go in on saturdays

[saturday, 4:36] Photo Recieved

[saturday 4:36] don't you wish you were home with me?

[tuesday, 12:22] is balsamic glaze overdone? lmk. miss u.

It feels a little too domestic, seeing the way he so effortlessly became comfortable with you, a warmth and excitement that was just never there with Claire. It’s raw and it’s guilty and he’ll beat himself up over it forever, but it was never going to be perfect with her, no matter how hard he tried.

“Boss?”

Richie appears in the office, leaning against the door frame before noticing Carmy’s disheveled look. “Yeah?”

“You look worse than usual.”

“Thanks. What do you need?”

“Well, I was gonna ask if you ordered more eggs.”

“I, uh, yeah. Yeah, I think Sydney did.”

“What’s wrong with you?”

It’s like Richie could see right through him.

“Nothin’. Stupid shit.”

Richie steps into the office, leaving the door only slightly ajar.

“Cousin.”

Richie can be sweet when he wants to be, and when he’s got a hand on Carmy’s shoulder and a somber look in his eyes it’s like he already knows how Carmy feels.

“Why do I suck so bad at being a fuckin’ normal person?”

Richie sits next to him, a look of surprise. “Is this about Claire bear?”

“Yes, well - yeah, and also no. Kinda. I don’t know.”

“Is it about Miss Buttercream out there?”

He gestures to you outside the door, zesting some orange on top of the cake you were finishing up. Carmy stifles a laugh.

“We all know you’re porkin’ her.”

“Don’t say that,” Carmy laughs, hand coming up to his face to rub his eyes. “It’s more than that. We’ve been kinda, dating, I guess? I still don’t know what counts as having a girlfriend.”

“So what did you do?”

He gnaws at the skin of his thumb and lets his eyes flicker up to Richie’s. “Fucked it. Last night, I, uh,-“ his hand finds his warm forehead. “I really like her, like a lot. But she asked about Claire and I said the wrong thing, like I always do and uh, she didn’t like it.”

“She’s good,” Richie starts, letting his hands find his aproned thighs as he sits at the corner of the desk. “Claire was good for you too. But she didn’t… get it. Not like she does,” he gestured vaguely to your station outside the door. “Claire was never gonna get the restaurant and the kitchen and the fuck of it all.”

Richie's hand extends to cup Carmy's shoulder.

“Look, do whatever you want, but there isn’t really someone who matches you like she does. Claire’s history now, drunk phone calls don’t mean she’s still in love with you. If that’s what you were thinking.”

Carmy sits back in the creaky chair. “Nah, not that. I just don’t know how to do it right.”

“It’s not about doing it right,” Richie’s got sincerity in his eyes. “It’s about fuckin’… trying shit. Just go and make a move and see.” Carmy watches you hang up your apron on the hook and grab a hoodie before fucking outside. “Yeah, yeah. Thanks Richie.”

“Good luck.”

- 

“I’m sorry.”

Carmy’s voice takes you out of your trance as you stare into the back alley of the restaurant. “Hi.”

“Can we talk?”

“You can talk, I’ll listen.”

The crackle of his lighter, orange flame against white snow. You can see his breath slipping from between his lips as he exhales out of the corner of your eye.

“I feel like a fuckin’ asshole,” he starts, plunging his other hand in his pocket. “I don’t know what to say.” A beat. “Can you look at me?” It’s gentle, a question, not a demand.

You turn to look at him. Cold blue eyes, darkened by the brightness around you. “You’re not second best to me. You’re it, this is it. I like this, I, I fuckin’,” he takes a breath, “I love… this. I want this.”

“You hurt my feelings, Carmen,” tears brimming your eyes and coating your lashes. “If you’re not done with Claire, I don’t… I don’t care. If I am your second choice, fine.” 

“You’re not.”

“Even if I was. But don’t fuck me around if you don’t want me.”

“I do.”

“Are you sure? You weren’t sure last night.”

“I get it if you don’t trust me. I get it. I haven’t given you a reason to.” He searches for the right words, but chooses to take a tentative step towards you. “I’ll beg for you,” he’s quiet, unlike Carmy. “Anything.”

Your eyes meet his briefly, a soft smile pulling at your lip. “I’m not saying yes, okay?” He nods. “But I am saying I would appreciate a ride home tonight. If you’re serious.”

“I’m serious.”

“Good.”

-

The walk up to your apartment is easy. His heavy steps behind your light ones, hands sliding up the bannister as you unlock your door. He’s on your heels, a little behind. When he steps in your apartment, it’s familiar. Browned butter, vanilla, laundry. 

“Do you want dinner?” He’s tentative, letting his shoes sit next to yours on the mat. His jacket goes up on the hooks by the door, together. 

“Are you offering?”

“Yes.”

Carmy shows love through food, that’s how he always is. You can tell he’s feeling particularly sorry about it all because he’s bringing out a big pasta pot and a saucepan, pulling the only fresh ingredients left in your place and putting them next to the stove top. Your t-shirt finds its way into the laundry basket, an old sweater thrown over your bare skin.

You hate how normal it all feels, because it’s scary. To think of a domestic life with him, where there’s another girl lingering in the background of his thoughts that he has unfinished business with. Insecurities of who is better, prettier, happier, warmer… if he had the chance, would he leave? Would he jump ship?

He sits next to you while you eat, thighs against thighs, and comfortable silence blanketing your small apartment. He hasn’t gotten into one of the many pairs of pyjamas he’s left at your place, or taken his usual after-work shower, or taken out the frozen cookie dough to thaw. You can tell he’s not sure if he’s welcome here for good, yet.

When your food is done, he pushes the plates away and takes a calloused hand to wrap around yours. There’s sharpie marks small knife cuts on his fingers. 

“Are you gonna stay the night?” You ask, still not meeting his gaze. 

“Am I welcome to?” He doesn’t sound like himself, and you can feel his warm breath near the top of your head as you turn towards him. Your body collapses a little then, folding slightly at the middle to have your head fall right into the centre of his chest.

“Yes, Carmen,” you nod, letting your eyes flicker up to meet his. “You can stay for as long as you want.”

His hand slipped from yours then, sliding around your side and up your back. He pulled you into his embrace, lips wrapped around yours in a soft capture. Your hands found their way under his t-shirt, only slightly, his warm skin against the palms of your hands, pulling him impossibly closer. 

And when you lay in bed with him that night, your face burrowed into the softness of his chest, you know the days of waking up alone are over. 

#carmy berzatto fanfiction #carmy x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto #the bear #the bear fx fanfic #the bear fx fanfiction #the bear fanfic #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto fanfiction #carmen berzatto

[emilio-the-dumb-wrestler]

There's so many twinks and not enough bears in this area. Can you turn me into the thick hairy leather bear of my dreams? You can twist it however you want, have fun with it.

I agree. There aren’t enough bears. I’m glad to have you willing join the ranks. And since you mentioned there being sooo many twinks I can only deduce that you are one of them yourself.

But it’s time to kiss that body goodbye as you join the snake insular masculinity. You Anna picture in the mirror flexing your abs. There are so many twinks in your area it’s not even worth loading the pic to your Grindr account. Putting your phone down you can’t help but feel a wave of heat hit you all at once as your pits being a swamp and your feet begin to pool sweat on the floor. Looking back in the mirror you see a thick. Almost black 5 o clock shadow forming on your face while your brow bone thickens. Your hair becomes shorter and wind. Untamable as it becomes jet black. Your stagger back. Not sure what to think but then you feel it. Swelling. You look down seeing yourself tented at a full 8 inches in your underwear but your stomach is pushing outwards. Abs disappearing as you see your own member slowly but surely disappearing from view as your cock is swallowed in a fat pad. Making it 6inches long. And that’s when hard. Being a bear you didn’t think you would lose your cock length but it’s worth it. You begin rubbing your stomach as you feel the weight setting on your back and you have to lean on the wall for support. Your chest puffs out and says slightly as the fat continues to build on your frame and your arms loose all definition as the fat grows in. Even your legs fatter along with your thighs as your feet get thicker. Taking your from a size 11 to a size 14 1/2 wide. And I mean WIDE. The 5 oclock shadow in your face had grown into a full on beard now. So thick you’re not even sure you can shave it. Guess what tho… you can’t. It will grow back instantly. Thicker. And bigger than before every time you do that. And your body now begins to go through another change. Hair sprouting on ever once of your body. Making your sweaty work as the hair begins to get sticky and wet with all the heat you’re putting off. Soon your back is covered and connects with the front like a full carpet. Stretching down all the way to your toes in an unbroken pelt of thick back fur. The last change happens to your face…your eyes specifically. Making you squint all the time. Is it out of anger ? Horniness? No one can tel as you’re the epitome of a beat now. Your grinder profile has updated automatically to match this new bearish form you have and you hear your phone blowing up. You shoot to attention immediately in your underwear. Sweating even more just to add to the musky you’re putting off. Hungrily you begin to respond to all the thinks your new member demands you plow. You’re never going to be alone again. You’re curse to unable to be sexually satiated. You’ll always want more. Harder. Rougher. And of course. You’re the top for good now in this big musky bear of a body you now have. Welcome to the top of the food chain.

[caraphernellie]

cowboy like me // e.w. [chapter two]

summary: a modern day princess living under outdated royal protocol in which your own existence is forbidden. in a typical state visit to strengthen your country's relations with the united states, you find it harder than ever to keep your sexuality secret when you meet the president's daughter, ellie williams, and sparks fly.

an: hello guyzzz it took me ages to get off my ass and write this chapter. um i dont think i like this. as always i am very unhappy with my own writing i wish i could just take ideas directly from my head and show u guys because i feel like my writing has not lived up to that. this chapter is a lot shorter than i wantedddd and idk it feels rushed but likeee??? idk this is more to move the plot along. the juicier (angst) stuff happens next chapter tho

wc: 1.5k masterlist

cw: being closeted, having a beard/merkin, rejecting a man lmfao, being publicly embarrassed, kinda angsty? not much ellie, more focused on reader this chapter! however ellie's kind of an asshole! she's privileged as hell

cameras are on you at all times in public. so there’s no room to risk exposing yourself. no room to hold hands, or for a tantalising exchange of words into each other’s ear, or for kisses.

what the public can pick up on is at the very least a very tight knit friendship. the kind of friendship that allows you to feel like being yourself for once. they’re seeing more of your personality than ever, with ellie’s constant need to make you giggle in that way you always do. even if it’s unintentional, and she’s making a fool of herself, it’s her favourite thing to hear, therefore the public embarrassment becomes worth it.

like that time you were complaining to her about those scuffed up converse– how she could definitely afford nicer shoes, how they look out of place amidst her nicer, dry-cleaned suits, though her messier demeanour is just something very charming, very ellie. and it was the untied laces of those very converse sneakers that she tripped over and almost fell on her ass in front of everyone. you couldn’t control your laughter, snorting in a way in which royal management would scold for being ‘unladylike.’ for ellie, the embarrassment subsided immediately, blooming into a fondness in her heart instead as she guided you away from cameras with a hand on the small of your back.

☆☆☆

in that very same office you had your first kiss, you wake weeks later in a frenzy when the president barges in. scrambling to get up, off of ellie who sleeps like the dead, and calm the beating of your heart.

but you aren’t met with judgement, only his chuckling face having assessed the scene. ellie stirring awake, and you quickly standing. both fully dressed, no reason to assume anything happened.

“sorry to wake you,” president williams smirks, straightening down his tie. “couldn’t find either of you.”

it’s something everyone’s grown used to now. ellie taking you for random escapades that stresses the secret service when they realise they’ve lost you. but this was no random escapade. this was a late night guitar lesson that ended with you cuddling on the couch until sleep consumed you.

“oh, i see,” you murmur, clearing your throat and attempting polite conversation to dull the nervous thoughts in your mind. hoping to whatever’s above that people haven’t picked up on the blossoming romance between you and ellie. “we were up late last night. i’ll admit your daughter makes a comfortable pillow.”

president williams, much like said daughter who is grumbling beside you, seems to find humour in anything. he’s a more pleasant man than one would expect with the power he has. your comment leaves him chuckling again, but again you fear the worst. maybe he’s only laughing because he’s picking up on your feelings. “well, i’m glad to hear that, your highness. however i have come to tell you the king and queen have requested to speak with you.”

shit.

“oh!” you nod, smile reaching your lips. overthinking everything possible– what if it’s about ellie? what if they know? what if it’s something simple and i’m freaking out over nothing? is it obvious that i’m freaking out? what if i just look guilty about something? it feels pathetic the way you start trembling as you stand there. “thank you for telling me, i’ll get ready for the day and go speak with them as soon as possible.”

☆☆☆

it was almost worse than you imagined.

“we can’t let the public keep thinking this, do you understand?” your mother asks. “it’s not that there would be anything wrong with it, but it’s so controversial that this could very well damage our reputation.”

it’s sickening. nausea swirling your stomach, as if you’re rocking on a boat in a wild tide. you almost feel like you’re going to start sweating bullets soon.

“to clarify, there’s nothing wrong with it if the rumours are true,” the king repeats, looking at you so intently you feel like shrinking. “is it tr–”

“absolutely not,” you say quickly. “no, that would be weird. ellie is my friend, the closest friend i’ve made in a while. it’s not like that.”

quick to lie, eager to defend yourself. this feels easier than just coming out.

“alright,” your mother nods. “but we still have to do something about this. something subtle. of course it won’t be a real relationship, but we’ve had to organise a boyfriend as advised by the public relations officers. public dates, public appearances, but you won’t need anything further than that.”

and there’s no choice but to accept. 

☆☆☆

you wish sometimes that ellie knew how to take things seriously because she bursts out laughing the minute you tell her you’ve got a date with your shiny new pr boyfriend tomorrow morning.

but it’s the way you aren’t laughing with her that has her sobering up instantly, brows furrowing. 

“a…. pr boyfriend?” she murmurs, leaning back in her chair. ever so casual. the manspread, the arm resting around the back of the chair. her life seems simpler. she’s never had need to worry about this. “why?”

“well, apparently some people online are saying they think there’s something going on between us.”

“there is.”

“i– yes there is, but–” you look away, making a few frustrated gestures with your hands before turning back to ellie. “i told you. there is no royal protocol for a gay princess. people can’t be thinking this.”

“what makes people think there’s something going on?” ellie asks, raising an eyebrow. “it’s not like we go out kissing and fucking in public.”

if only she could take something seriously for once, this conversation would be easier to have.

“well apparently we’re just… i don’t know. i saw people saying it’s because you’re too handsy or whatever and i guess because you’re publicly out it just… makes people think things.”

“aw, well… that’s not your fault if people think that. rumours happen all the time, shouldn’t your family be used to this?”

“the rumours aren’t usually like this though,” you reply, legs bouncing, hands clasped together. “we’re big news, you know, and something like being gay is a huge controversy, it’s not like we can control how people will react. it– it could damage my reputation.”

ellie looks all but empathetic. if anything she’s blank. she doesn’t get it. “it’s not that bad. your sex life shouldn’t concern people.”

“but it does, that’s the thing,” you insist. “and as first in line, too. it’s not even clear if non-biological children would be accepted as an heir. there would be much discussion about if i could have children and what would happen there. and the people who are just blatantly homophobic would have a lot to say about my family. there’s no way of knowing what people will do.”

“okay, well,” ellie looks away for a moment. she doesn’t get it. she didn’t even have to come out– she had her first girlfriend as a teen and that was that. nobody had cared, and with her father’s liberal government nobody had much to say. “i have to sit and watch this weirdo who wants fifteen seconds of fame take you on the dates i want to take you on?”

you feel like banging your head into the wall. to tell the truth that would solve all your problems. no pr boyfriend, no more not being understood, no more having to hide yourself. “it will only be a few dates probably. just to cool things off, you know? you and i can still hang out too.”

“i still think this is bullshit,” ellie grunts, waving her hand. “so what, even if you don’t want to, you still have to?”

ellie observes you, your lips pursed into a thin line as you look around, staying silent. she moves, rising to her feet and holding out a hand.

“i’m mad for you, baby,” she murmurs. “come here.”

☆☆☆

worst day ever. ellie’s jealous. and so you were late to your first public date with the new boyfriend– she had insisted on kindly picking your dress out and of course having a quick fuck before sending you on your way with a pat on the ass. one disaster. the second disaster was the date itself.

third disaster was currently the public amusement that said disastrous date is arousing. why? the boy tried to kiss you. in public. and so clips are sent viral, of the way he leaned in, and you pushed him so gently with a hand on his chest and an awkward and polite laugh.

and in speaking of laughter, ellie found it as funny as the public did. in fact, she was the one who had shown you it. she spent all afternoon chuckling over the video and when you came back from the date, confused, she handed you her phone. and the sheer look of embarrassment on your face– the furrowed brows, the way your jaw dropped– it was all too funny for ellie. she just about lost it.

but just as humiliating as it can be when the whole world is laughing at you, you could also laugh at yourself. 

only thing is the fourth disaster that had struck.

packing bags, spending one last night with ellie before being ushered home earlier than planned. see, with a date that was supposed to silence any rumour of your sexuality, rejecting the boy’s kiss is not the right move. now if anything those rumours had grown in absurdity and in popularity.

so your parents made the decision to leave the united states, head back to the palace, before any more speculation could be made. oh, and of course the boy was going to be sticking around longer, too.

tags: @dinasvampgfpgf @fadedin2uu @eurewilii @diddiqueen @machetegirl109 @craz1er4youu @divinediorss @onlinelesbo @thecowardwrites

#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ fanfic #ellie williams x fem reader #tlou2 x reader #fem reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x yn #ellie x you #ellie x yn #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader

[littledollll]

Wishful thinking

Lucifer Morningstar x reader

A/n: this started as a smut and then I realized I kinda didn’t wanna write that. So have some light angst?

This is the last all written fic I have so y’all might have to wait extra long for the next one😭 I hope you enjoy tho!

Warnings: not much, a little angst, nudity (barely).

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As one of the many servants of Lucifer Morningstar, you have many jobs. They vary from day to day, unless of course Lucifer were to hand pick you for certain works. Which is precisely what started to happen.

You’d have to be stupid not to notice that Lucifer had chosen to have you around them at any and all times. Taking away the petty jobs another simple maid could handle and taking you as their personal assistant with any and all needs.

Lucifer was not a difficult person to work for, surprisingly enough. They were charming and cunning. Everything you did was somehow amusing to them, because you suppose that in their eyes you’re just an assistant, a little maid. There was a condescending air about them. But not because they think they are superior, simply because they are. And naturally that power radiates from their being.

“I have a request for you, my dear.” At your quick nod in confirmation and willingness, Lucifer continued. “I’m feeling particularly tense tonight, and was hoping you’d be willing to accompany me for the night.”

When Lucifer’s request reached your mind, your thought response was to be overly formal. You had a choice, yes. But this was for your lord, your master. It was rare to reject a request from them. You agreed, not out of duty, maybe out of curiosity. You didn’t quite understand what was so intimate about it that they specifically needed you for it.

Without even needing to voice it, Lucifer answered your question. “I will admit something, a little more vulnerable perhaps. But I’ve been itching for a bit of company. I think you’re well suited to provide just that.” Not a moment of a pause before, “And you’re a pretty little thing. I do enjoy having something nice to look at.”

There was really no arguing with that logic. It did feel flattering that Lucifer found you to be pretty.. you can’t deny the slight fluttering in your stomach at the thought of that. It felt like quite the compliment. “So would you indulge me this once, stay after your duties?”

You nodded at their words when you noticed you had been far too lost in your own thoughts, making Lucifer give you an amused smile. “I will do my absolute best, my lord.”

“…I wouldn’t mind it if you just called me Lucifer, for today.” Their voice was so soft. But not in the familiar way. Lucifer was almost always soft spoken after all. But there was something tender about their voice.

“Alright then.. Lucifer.” It felt odd in every way possible. But the smile that grazed their lips at it almost made it worth it. Surely you were damn good at your job if you managed to crack a genuine smile out of them. “What would you like us to do, then?”

There’s about a million things that come to mind when at the thought of keeping them company, so what did Lucifer mean by it? What did they want from you?

They looked at you, seeming unsure aswell. For the first time ever, you saw the lord of hell shrug their shoulders. Which doesn’t seem like a big deal but is such an oddly laid back, casual action from them, it made you hide a giggle with a smile, and Lucifer chuckled in response.

“Why are you the amused one now? I’m not sure I enjoy being on the receiving end of such a look.” “Ah, I think it’s good you learn how it feels then. Because, in case you were unaware that’s practically how you look at everyone. So very condescending.”

Lucifer looked as if they were analyzing for a second, making them look horribly serious compared to before and you were afraid you crossed a line. That is, until they spoke again. “Is that so? I suppose it’s part of my nature.”

“You did it again!” “You didn’t answer my question.” Oh, right. “It’s nothing- It just feels a little odd to see you being so casual..? I guess that’s the word for it.” Your words came out a bit mumbled as you moved around the room and actually did your job. They specified that it was after you completed your work, after all. So no slacking would be welcome.

“Is it jarring? To actually see me as just another person and not your lord, for once?” The genuine curiosity of their question caught your attention.

“I wouldn’t say I separate you as my lord and you as a being. But there’s something more laid back about you when you’re not actively trying to be the lord of hell… it feels like there’s a difference between Lucifer and the lord Morningstar.”

They merely hummed at your words. Keeping quiet for a moment. You felt theirs eyes on your every step but thought nothing of it.

“I feel as if there’s a difference too. You dropping the titles and professionalism makes you more… care free, maybe?” It made sense. You didn’t feel like you or your work were being reviewed, even if you were watched. “Maybe.”

As you walked towards them, Lucifer immediately stood. And the more personal part of your routine began. Lucifer would be stripped of their clothes with the utmost care as you assisted them with their wings, it was always the most complicated part.

Their signature and stunning red silk robe hung from the door of their luxurious bathroom. As you walked past it, Lucifer got into the already prepared and perfect bath.

They knew it was your job, but something about how you perfected every little detail for them made them think maybe you put in the extra effort for them.. on a more intimate level. But that was wishful thinking. And the lord of hell doesn’t have time for wishes.

The bath was sacred. A ritual of peace for them alone. So you shut the doors as you made your way out and finished the preparations throughout the rest of the bedroom.

The sheets were changed every night right before they slept, ensuring they’d be warm and fresh. Nothing but perfection for them. The pillows were fluffed, and everything was tidied into place and reviewed only by you. Lucifer trusted no other to do this.

You knew everything. You knew their room like you would your childhood home, their skin like the back of your hand, their habits and likes as if they were your own. Maybe that’s where their appreciation for you began. And then turned into something more. Something almost human. Was it weird to say they desired you? Not in the way they have desired any other. Not in any of the many sinful ways they can envision and you’d expect.

They desired a domestic life, with someone who knew them as well as you. Someone who tried as hard as you. Some who cared as much as you. You. Their darkest secrets include you at every corner. Not in this foolish servant and master relationship. Not as a superior and worker. But as equals. They wished for a life where they could offer you everything you do them and more.

But again, that’s just wishful thinking, and the devil doesn’t have time for wishes.

#the sandman #lucifer sandman #gwendoline christie #sandman lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar the sandman #lucifer morningstar sandman #lucifer morningstar x reader #the sandman lucifer morningstar #the sandman lucifer #the sandman lucifer morningstar x reader

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

ok i have no idea if i’m doing this right because i’ve literally never requested anything before 😦

but i love your writing so i’ll risk it 🫶🫶🫶

ok so i was wondering if you could do a connor stoll x daughter of apollo reader hcs?? i love him but you’re like the only person i’ve found that writes him good 😅

sorry if i did that wrong lol… love you tho!!! 💕

-☀️

⋆⭒˚.⋆ connor stoll x daughter of apollo! reader hcs

content: connor stoll x daughter of apollo! reader hcs warning: little tiny baby angst but that's it. unless there's language, which there very well could be lmao author's note: my beautiful sunny anon, you did it correctly, no stress!! also, this is for you and @imasimpdealwithit , who also asked for our bby boy connor with an apollo reader!!

smiley boy with his sunshine girl frfr

the sun jokes and pet names are endless

bro is fr walking up to you and throwing his arms around you, humming 'you are my sunshine' every time

loves loves loves stealing whatever is taking your attention away from him

be it poetry books, medical tools, or bows

if it is splitting your time with him, it's already missing before you have time to think about it

and you both know that connor took it ever time

and every time he plays dumb

"give it back."

"no hello? no i missed you? some girlfriend you are-"

"give. back. my. poems."

"but they're so sweet and clearly about me- OUCH!"

"ILL BREAK ALL YOUR BONES AS MEDICAL PRACTICE!'

so cute

is your number one defender at all times

if he so much as hears whispers that someone doesn't like you, they are instantly on the stoll's prank list

and these are not 'silly goofy' pranks anymore, these are 'send you to the infirmary' level pranks

which is where you welcome them, covered in glitter and cuts, knowing exactly who sent them

and you can't find it in yourself to tell your protective boyfriend off, even finding it slightly romantic

loves loves loves taking pictures of you

(im back on my hermes children take good candids grind, you already know)

his favs are when the sun is just setting or rising and you look just ethereal

it's probs that natural apollo glow, ya know??

will ALWAYS steal for you

"look, baby, i got you a new ring!!'

"aww, it's perfect- wait, i could have sworn one of the new campers had a ring just like this-"

"don't think too much about it."

"CONNIE!"

"DO YOU LOVE IT OR NOT??"

"I MEAN I LOVE IT BUT-"

"WORTH IT THEN."

he carried a pic of you in his wallet, purposefully flipping it open dramatically whenever he (rarely) pays for things

he's basically begging the cashier to ask about you and get's all pouty when they don't

prefers to sleep in your cabin as it's (barely) less crowded

at first your siblings were weary of him, preferring their stuff not stolen, but after forcing him to swear on the river styx to not steal their stuff and always bring snacks when he came over, he was more than welcome by cabin seven

sometimes connor gets really sad to see new campers leave to their real cabins, this sinking feeling of being forgotten and left for dead taking over his soul

he'd always seek you out, his sunshine girl.

you could always tell when he was in these moods, instantly opening your arms up and squeezing him to your chest, kisses planted against his temple and whispers of never leaving his side following suit

and just like that, he's okay again!!

you always knew the right thing to say to get him feeling better, of course

but he wasn't sure if it was the medical gifts of your father or the poetic ones

either way, he was more than grateful for his sunshine girl

and you couldn't be happier with your little thief

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #pjo fandom #percy jackon and the olympians #connor stoll #connor stoll x reader #connor stoll x you #connor stoll x y/n #pjo hoo toa #pjo x reader #percy pjo

[modelbus]

YOOOO MODDLEE

yeah I did it again.

(Help I have a problem of disappearing into thin air)

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR PART THREE OF CUT CHAOS SHEBSJNSUH

you said you would write 500 chapters.. but like obviously exaggerating..? (Kiddinggg)

tho a few more couldn’t hurt..

juuuust saying if you ever feel like it I will eventually see it and it will eventually make my week. <3333

BUT THATS NOT WHY WE ARE HERE! (I’m sorry my requests are always so long and dramatic bro I just brain like that)

Actual request:

ok so like I knowww cut chaos started from rumours but like rumours are an easy way to start plot lines k? (Also I use she pronouns out of habit but they is pog too)

the friends in question: Tommyinnit (duh), Wilbur (moosic boi), Ranboo (generation loss trauma guy), Possibly Slimecicle?? I know he’s not someone you do requests for normally buttt if you’re okay with it that would be POG, or if slime is a no, tubbo!

SO a few months ago Y/N started working on an SMP with some minimal custom mods, some fancy texture packs, maybe some data packs, and its like this BIGGG project, BUT its not public and its taking a lot of her time, so she can only really do a few streams and most of the time because her schedule is so full its hard to work out streams with friends so, she is alone. with the internet being the internet people started to think something was up, some annoyed viewers made a few rumours and people kept making things up and escalating things until people were saying she did all sorts of horrible things to “lose all her friends” but one of the most popular theories was that she was emotionally abusing them (??? Internet wildin ig) she ignored them while mostly finishing the stuff for the smp, but decided to address it in a very- y/n way. Getting four friends to come to her house and hide slightly off camera while she made a purposefully bad apology video only for them to jump out at the end and her to stand up and be like “YALL REALLY THOUGHT I WAS SOME MASTER MANIPULATOR?! I’M JUST A FUNKY LITTLE CHAOTIC MINECRAFT GOBLIN N’ I’VE BEEN WORKING ON AN SMP THIS WHOLE TIME!! ITS GONNA BE SUPER COOL AND THESE FOUR PLUS ALOOOOT MORE PEOPLE ARE GONNA BE THERE I’M POSTING THE CREATORS SOON AND ITS LAUNCHING IN A MONTH!, SO STOP ASSUMING I’M A BAD PERSON AND GET PUMPED BITCHES!” something along those lines, maybe at the end a little peek at what people are responding with. (Obviously no pressure, but like id be cool) (thanks for considering deity of the busses and models.)

HOW WE LIKING THE SILLIES?!?

P.S I’m not always an angst gremlin (just most of the time..) - ✨🌌🌙 Annon

I DO BE LIKING THE SILLIES (and thank you for elevating me to the level of deity, my ego has been inflated)

Pairing: Cc! Wilbur, Tommy, Ranboo, Charlie Slimecicle x Gn!Reader (platonic)

Roaring Rumors

Life was all about sacrifices.

Or, that’s what you keep telling yourself when you’re up at 1AM working on your server. Putting together an SMP is harder than it sounds; texture packs, data packs, comparability, world-building, even the (seemingly) simply act of contacting people to play on it. For the amount of time you spent on your computer, your hands might as well be part of your keyboard.

Sleep wasn’t the only thing you sacrificed. Streaming, even just fun ones with your friends, had quickly became rare. Although you loved to hop on a call while coding still, your online presence had severely receded.

You just keep telling yourself that sacrifices are necessary. That the payoff would be worth it.

And it really would be, but you just had to get there first. Which was proving harder than you had thought.

At the very least, you still had your friends. Wilbur sitting silently on call with you while you work, Tommy dragging you out of your room, Ranboo always willing to get excited over your progress. Every day you woke up with a text from your groupchat—typically Charlie—just filling you in on the latest internet trend by a meme.

Today, your news comes from Wilbur and Tommy.

“I think they’re canceling you.” Wilbur says casually while you’re in the midst of detailing the hunger bar for a texture pack.

“Ooh, you’re a wrong’un!” Tommy yells in the background of Wilbur’s side of the call.

The three of you had been idly chatting while each doing your own thing. Wilbur and Tommy were engaged in some Twitter competition, as far as you know.

“Canceling me for what?” You ask, deciding to ignore Tommy’s shouting.

“Existing, I think.” Wilbur answers.

“So the normal.”

“The normal.”

Although the conversation stops there, you can’t help yourself. Later, during one of the few hours you dedicate to getting sleep to stay alive, you pull open Twitter on your phone. Your last tweet was nearly two weeks ago, so it’s been a minute.

But you just want to make sure nothing horrible happened while you were busy. You’re a content creator, this is normal. Definitely. You definitely aren’t just justifying this so you can do it.

You swipe through tweets, heading to trending and searching your name. Tweets load, making your mouth run dry. Wilbur wasn’t joking.

All you can do is scroll, reading as the messages get wilder and wilder. From people saying they were missing you to theories on why nobody was streaming you. Each one seemed considerably more implausible, and before you know it you’re glaring at your screen like it’s to fault.

Some thought you had grown apart.

Some thought you had a falling out.

And, apparently, a lot thought you were emotionally abusing them. Or, depending on the tweet, manipulating them.

Quite honestly, you didn’t even know how they got the idea. The long threads of explanations did nothing but send you into a spiral, biting your bottom lip so hard that it bleeds.

You were so close to finishing the SMP. It needed just a few things, then you'd be able to start scheduling to get it up and running. You didn't have the time nor mental capacity to deal with whatever the fuck is going on right now.

Is it a good choice? Maybe not. But do you still ignore the accusations? Hell yes.

-

By the time you get even closer to finishing the preparations for your SMP, you've come up with the perfect plan to address the (quite stupid) rumors. It'll be a two-in-one; you address the rumors and announce the SMP at the same time.

"How long do I have to lay on this floor?" Tommy asks, stretched out behind your chair.

"Nobody asked you to lay on the floor." Wilbur points out, standing next to your computer. Charlie, on the other side, laughs.

"Yeah man, you wanted to be down there."

"Besides, I'm doing great down here!" Ranboo chimes in.

You roll your eyes, grinning. "I'm about to start stream, so it won't be for much longer. Just wait for my cue, yeah?"

Tommy grumbles, but shuts up. You take that as your chance to start the stream, switching it off your waiting screen and waving to the camera. Your chosen stream title has brought in a bit more than your usual casual steam view number, "Talking about some serious stuff," leading people to believe there will be drama. And if it's drama they want, it's drama you'll give.

"Hello, hello!" You smile, leaning back. "So I've decided to talk about some things. Namely, the Twitter shit. I am so sorry for everything, and I mean that. A lot. Sincerely. There's meaning in it."

Tommy snorts, and from the corner of your eye you catch Wilbur kick him to shut him up.

"What am I sorry about?" You ask rhetorically, acting like you read it off of chat. "Oh, you know. People have been saying all types of stuff. The things about me manipulating my friends?" There's a pause while you let that sink in. "So, I'm sorry."

It's a purposefully shitty apology, but you sigh and act like its heartfelt for a few moments, nodding towards chat. Their messages are mostly confused, especially because it isn't one emote-only.

"Sorry you guys are so gullible!" You shout, and Tommy practically tackles you.

Wilbur's the one to fix your chair, Ranboo and Charlie appearing next to you within moments.

"You guys really thought this one could manipulate me? The master?" Charlie asks the stream, pointing at you.

"Yeah!" Tommy shouts, way too energetic for someone who complained five minutes ago about being on the floor. "We're the master manipulators! Get fooled!"

"I, for one, haven't manipulated anyone-" Ranboo starts, but Tommy slaps a hand over his mouth and nods empathetically.

"Yeah, I don't know what you guys were thinking, but I've just been playing fucking Minecraft for the past few months nonstop." You laugh.

"Nonstop. It's a problem." Wilbur nods.

"It is not a problem!" Pause. "Anyways, I made an SMP! And that's where I've been! Not because I've been manipulating my friends or some shit, stop being dumbasses."

"It'll be super cool!" Ranboo adds in helpfully.

"These four-"

"That's us!" Charlie points around at himself, Wilbur, Tommy, and Ranboo.

"-will be on it, plus a lot more. It'll be posting those people soon! As in, check your Twitter obsessively guys! The SMP will be in about a month, too, so get fucking excited! I want to see some hype!"

"WOO!" Tommy screams, making everyone cringe at having their eardrums ruptured.

"So that's all I wanted to talk about I think. Anything to add, guys?" You glance around at the four surrounding you with a grin.

"One thing." Charlie nods, leaning in really close. "I have a secret. This SMP, it's actually-" He hits your end stream button mid-sentence. "And that's how you keep 'em interested."

-

Ycgmaenthusist NEW SMP NEW SMP NEW SMP NEW SMP

Mammalianeighingreflecenthusiest We are dumb as fuck aren’t we

Poabsenthusiest i will RIOT IN THE STREETS if any of yall be mean to MY STREAMER -> Cmwylenthusist FR I GOT TWO FISTS AND A CAUSE

#dsmp #mcyt #mcyt imagine #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x you #wilbur soot x reader #tommyinnit #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot #ranboo x reader #ranboo imagine #ranboo mcyt #ranboo #ranboolive #charlie slimecicle #charlie slimesicle x reader

[shentheauthor]

I see your headcanons on the Harbingers receiving flowers from their S/O, and raise you headcanons on how the Harbingers react to someone threatening their S/O? 🤭

This one is funny bc most of them would respond with MURDER GKBKKEKGKSKGKKSKGK

Fr tho— warning for violence & blood

Pierro:

He will threaten that person right back lmao

Imagine this tall ass man standing behind you

And just glaring the mf down

“Any business you have with them, you can take up with me.”

He will at least give them a warning to stop before banishing them or hurting them

If it happens again, or if they don’t back down, that person can kiss being alive goodbye

He will wrap you in blankets to comfort you after

Not the worst, tbh. 9/10 for handling the situation

Capitano:

He will just stand behind you menacingly

The person threatening you can FEEL his glare behind his helmet

If the person is too cocky and thinks they can get away with it, all cap needs to do is put a hand on his claymore (claymore cap real), and that person will stop

If they STILL don’t back down, again, they can say goodbye to living. Cap knows about 400 ways to kill a man, and he will use them all

Wraps you in his big ol arms after

“Do let me know if anyone dares to threaten you again” (with murderous intent)

Dottore:

Oh no

You will have to hold him back /srs

“Oh my god zandik I can handle this—“

“I know, but I am in need of a new test subject at the moment :)”

“ZANDIK NO”

He won’t even give a warning

All the segments are on that person like fire on dry leaves

All that will be left is a pile of bones

At least you’ll get a bunch of hugs after…? Maybe ask them all to clean the blood out of their coats first…

Columbina:

She will also just stand there, menacingly

She’ll actually be even more effective than capitano

She has a strange aura to her, and it really creeps people out

She’ll hold your hand and stare with a soft smile that holds an ocean’s worth of malice

Gently strokes your hair/head after and apologizes if she scared you, bc she knows she can be scary

You’ll never be scared of her tho, she would never hurt you

Arlecchino:

Violence immediately

Not quite as brutal as Dottore, but she will slap that mf so damn hard they see Jesus

Not even Celestia, straight up Jesus. She will slap them so hard they see a Christian deity.

She’ll kick them for good measure if they don’t stop

“Call me immediately if something like this happens again, dear”

She knows you can handle yourself, but she will not stand for anyone threatening her partner

Pulcinella:

If you ever think I’m gonna leave out my favorite gnome, you are WRONG /lh

Abuse of power woooooo 🎉🎉🎉🎉

Fr tho, he will also give a warning, like Pierro. He tries to solve situations with diplomacy, so he will direct that person’s wrath toward him.

“Any business you have with them can be taken up with me. What exactly do you want?”

If the person refuses to listen and continues to fight…

He can and will have that person thrown out of Snezhnaya violently

Or even in jail

Essentially if he sees them as a genuine threat to your safety, he isn’t taking any chances

He is certainly not above using his position to his advantage

Scaramouche:

Oh no (pt 2)

He will also jump straight to violence, but differently flavored than arle and dott

He will verbally stomp the aggressor into the ground before doing it literally

“Awfully bold of a pitiful, pathetic little worm like you to even go near gods like my partner and I”

He will have the mf begging for mercy, and he will give them none

They don’t deserve it

When they’re gone, he’ll turn to you and scold you (affectionately)

“Next time, you better handle this yourself. You’re strong and smart enough to deal with trash like this on your own.”

He says that like he won’t defend you every time without fail

Sandrone:

Oh no (pt 3)

There is no hope for the person threatening you I’m sorry

You won’t even see her coming before her “dolls” absolutely obliterate that person

I’m talking completely gone except for a red stain on the wall

“They don’t deserve the honor of becoming a doll”

You’re lucky she hasn’t turned you into a doll yet, but at least for now she wants to keep you alive

She treats you shockingly gently after

Offers to brush your hair, or if you don’t have hair or don’t like your hair being touched, she will ask to play dress up with you

Yea she kinda treats you like a doll gjejgkekgkekgk

But it’s ok, at least you aren’t a test subject /hj

Signora:

The final “oh no”

She already lost one s/o, she isn’t gonna let that happen to you

Kicks that mf like she kicked venti

Literally just beats their ass and switches to soft mode so fast after

“Are you alright, dear?”

Cuddlessssss

Man I’d give up all my limbs to be able to cuddle her

Pantalone:

He doesn’t like to get his hands dirty

So he will simply ruin them financially

Literally. He’ll get them fired and bar them from having unemployment benefits.

Blood and tears baby

If the person manages to actually hurt you, THEN the gloves are coming off

Pantalone will beat them half to death /srs

He doesn’t *like* to get his hands dirty, but he sure will if he has to

Buys you expensive things as a reward for putting up with that bullshit

“If anything like this happens again, treasure, let me know and I’ll take care of it”

Sugar daddy hours

Tartaglia:

Shockingly not an “oh no”

Don’t get me wrong, he will still be hella violent, but he won’t kill the guy

He’ll challenge them to a duel

He will win, and that person will be in the hospital for months

If the person declines the duel, he’ll go “no biggie” and threaten them right back.

“If you come near my partner again, I will drain the water from your body and feed you to the wolves”

And he will VERY clearly mean it

If the person has a death wish and keeps harassing you, they’ll just disappear without a trace

Contrary to popular opinion, he doesn’t actually like killing people that he wasn’t specifically instructed to, especially if they can’t fight back

But protecting the people he loves is more important

Cuddles you and makes you some bangin’ soup as comfort

I stand by the idea that he would be the best partner of all of them

#genshin impact #harbinger headcanons #Fatui harbingers #genshin x reader #Pierro #Dottore #capitano #columbina #Arlecchino #pulcinella #Scaramouche #Sandrone #Signora #Pantalone #Tartaglia #fatui x reader #tw violence #Tw blood #mild blood #Shen’s headcanons

[jimmywilsonschutzpah]

In the episode don’t ever change, why do you think house changed his mind about amber and okayed Wilson’s relationship with her?

Hi anon, I’m so sorry for the delay in getting back to you! I don’t usually get asks and I didn’t see your message.

Ok, so. The theme of the episode is that people are capable of change. House repeats over and over again throughout the episode that no one changes, but the ep points out that he, Wilson and Amber changed (and so did the patient). House accepts Wilson’s partner, Wilson is suddenly attracted to a woman who is self-assured (and not needy) and Amber is no longer necessarily putting herself first.

I think House accepts Amber due to the fact that he respects her and that he deeply sympathizes with what she says: that her whole life she had to chose between love or respect, and she always chose respect. With Wilson, for the first time, she gets to have both. And that this combo is worth more than a fellowship or a job. House gives her a stunned look at that, and I think he realizes he is the same and that Wilson is also the only person capable of giving him both love and respect. And we know House is the same: at the end of all things, when he is about to lose Wilson, House did give up his job and career for Wilson’s love and respect. Back to the scene: when Amber is about to leave the office House says “You’ve changed” with a knowing smile and Amber replies “I hope so”, telling us that she did change and that House’s screaming at the top of his lungs that no one changes is a lie. She did change, for Wilson. House understands that and respects it (and he respects her as a doctor too, as he says she had a good guess about the patient’s diagnosis). So he finally accepts her as Wilson’s partner and part of Wilson’s life (and a part of House’s life by proxy).

My personal headcanon tho? The episode also has to do with House 100% admitting to himself he loves Wilson in a romantic and sexual way too. The C plot (or D plot, I’m not sure anymore) is about how both Foreman and House clock Thirteen as bisexual. In my headcanon that’s about two established characters who are queer (in my headcanon) nodding to Thirteen in a “I see you” way. While House might have been in love or attracted to Wilson before, or maybe even acted on it in a friends with benefits way or however else, this is the episode to me where House changes and in his own head logically accepts what he truly feels for Wilson. It is also the episode where House says he doesn’t do self-sacrifice, and we know he does exactly that for Wilson at the end of this season, and at the end of the series as well. So to me he also accepts Amber because he likes the idea that Wilson is with a proxy for himself—Mr ‘So Far In The Closet I’m Shaking Mr Tumnus’ Hand’ Wilson can’t be with House, but at least he chose a House proxy, and showed he is capable of change in chosing a romantic partner who is like House. I hope this also makes it clear why I love the House/Wilson/Amber ot3 so much. The three of them have such deep respect for each other (even if they bicker all the time), and I do think House would also be capable of giving Amber love and respect (and Amber would also be capable of the same), as they all so deeply crave.

Sorry this is so long, nonny, but I hope it made sense. Thanks for the ask!

#house md #gregory house #james wilson #amber volakis #hilson #medical malpractice polycule 2: electric boogaloo #meta #grey thoughts

[harianabesties]

what your favorite song from eternal sunshine says about you: (according to me) ོ༘₊⁺☀︎₊⁺⋆.˚

intro (end of the world): you’re dramatic. not as a bad thing but as someone who feels a lot. you remember every detail and you make yourself a lot of questions like Do they actually like me? Are they just being nice? Are they faking it? Did i do something wrong? Are they judging me? Am I the only one? Do they actually love me? honey BREATHE

bye: you’re used to suffering, so used to that you don’t even suffer anymore! you prefer to put your energy in things that are worth it. if it’s not good for you, you say ‘bye bye boy bye’ and don’t waste your time. you don’t repeat mistakes. you know your worth, and you’re strong for that ♡

don’t wanna break up again: you always want to keep the peace even if it means your silence. you cry alone to not bother anyone. you live in a constant fight between what you should do and what you want to do. you don’t want to hurt others ever, even if they have hurt you. you’re self codependent. you strongly believe in “right person wrong time” type of love. and you do in fact ‘spent so much in therapy’ as the song says:)

eternal sunshine: you believe that “you can fix them” (no). everyone hates lies but you HATE. LIES. if someone lies to you it’s over forever. i’m assuming that you had been cheated on in one of your relationships or it’s your worst fear. you’re ‘the first at saying sorry’ as the song says. you’re just looking for true love tbh. a little bit passive-aggressive but nothing too bad:) you’re the best type of person to be in a relationship with!

supernatural: your love is… intense… you like to let everyone know that they’re yours and you’re theirs. (a little bit possessive, nothing crazy) you love with passion. when you’re in love you don’t recognize yourself because of how needy and cheesy you become. and you got some sexy and flirty vibes!!!

true story: you're cautious. you hate to be involved in fights/discussions but ‘if they want you to play the villain you’re totally willing to’ as the song says. you’re a badass that isn’t scared of speaking out their mind. you hate drama and people who don’t have a life of their own!

the boy is mine: you’re a little shy and possessive. you think they’re going to fall in love with you without even speaking to them!!! (me) you know that you and them are made for each other even tho you saw them twice in your life.. definitely is hard for you to take the first step but you can take your time don’t worry! you usually like people that it’s the opposite of you and that’s what makes you want them even more….

yes, and?: life of the party. great vibes for sure! you’re the friend that your friends go to when they need advice. you never have been pretty confident in the past but you learned to love yourself and ‘be your own fucking best(friend)’. you always look for the light in dark situations. you protect your energy. you’re living your best life and you dgaf about what people think! congrats!

we can’t be friends (wait for your love): you love too deeply, so deeply that it consumes you. you feel like you been waiting for love your whole life ;( but you know that at the end of the day it’s just you and yourself ♡ you speak your truth always! and you hate when people get into your life. you wish they erased your ex's memories like the movie/music video.

i wish i hated you: lucky the people you have loved because you’re the purest soul ever!!! always wishing the best to the people who’s no longer in your life. no matter how much that person hurt you in the past you can’t seem to hate them! you love to think that not being together it’s “for the best” to keep your mental peace. you feel guilty about still caring for that person. but very deeply you know that you weren’t meant to be (even tho you wanted to)

imperfect for you: “let’s stay at home and watch a movie” kind of domestic relationship. you love that feeling of familiarity and intimacy that comes with having a relationship. you protect your partner with your life. as the song says you’re ‘anxious, fucked up, too much… messy, completely distressed’ but when you’re in love all of that thoughts and problems disappear. you love with the good and the bad. you don’t care if it’s complicated being with the one you love, you will do anything to keep that love.

ordinary things: you also like domestic relationships, the familiarity and intimacy that comes with it BUT you also like adventure. “let’s disappear together to a different continent and don’t tell anyone” kind of relationship. you like to have fun with your partner (even if it’s doing the stupidest things possible) you feel that time it’s not enough when it comes to them. the meaning of love to you is being the truest version of yourself with that person.

i’m sorry if you don’t feel represented it’s just my vision:) thank u for reading! ♡ stream eternal sunshine ☀︎

this contains the word: love, partner, relationship WAY TOO MUCH! (sorry for any bad spelling or grammar mistakes)

#ariana grande #ariana grande butera #eternal sunshine album #eternal sunshine of the spotless mind #the boy is mine #we can’t be friends (wait for your love) #imperfect for you #i wish i hated you #my thoughts #relationship #arianators #positiveenergy #sweetener #positions #thank you next

[ros3ybabe]

Life Update After a Few Days: October 18th, 2023 🎀

I’ve been a little busy with school, work, resting, and starting my workout routine back up, so here’s a little update!

I’m getting a tattoo soon! I know the aesthetic of my blog is pink and girly and coquette and I love everything that comes with the aesthetic and the lifestyle but I have an affinity for gothic style/spooky tattoos, so I’m getting a decent sized spider tattoo on my right thigh and I’m super excited! This is the first big ish sized tattoo besides the two small ones I have, and it’s the first tattoo appointment I’ve ever made so I’m really excited. A little anxious, especially for the shading portion of it, but I’m looking forward to how good it’s going to look when it’s finished and how much more confident it’s going to make me!

I’ve started working out at the gym again! My current schedule is three days of weightlifting (pull day, leg day, push day), and two days of just cardio. It feels so nice both mentally and physically to be taking care of myself like this again. I even bought some new workout shorts and gym clothes and I’m feeling better than ever! I’m focusing on improving my mental health right now and working out is doing wonders for me!

I’m working so much right now, but it’s worth it because I need the money for rent, tattoos, gym stuff, groceries, and whatever other necessities and wants pop up. I’m pulling doubles most Saturdays and it’s a little tiresome and energy draining but I’m managing pretty well. I won’t pull doubles every Saturday tho because that drives me straight into burnout and I’m trying to avoid that.

I hit 31 days on Duolingo and I’m at 28 days on Busuu, super proud of myself for keeping up with those two goals for now! I’m still working through the first two lessons of Genki and I’m still using the Kanji app but my studying has been a little bit more spread out because of my busy schedule. I’m trying to learn how to better balance multiple things without hyperfixating on just one and forgetting about everything else. I’ve noticed I tend to do that and that’s not the most productive thing for me.

I think I mentioned in a previous post that I spent a lot of money on stuff from Amazon (and Ulta) and most of it is here already besides the last couple Amazon items coming in today! I love the workout clothes I bought and the fitness/health tracker planner I bought is really interesting. I also got my language tracking bullet journal stuff in the mail so I am super looking forward to starting that up soon. Again, I noticed I tend to hyperfixate on one thing at a time but right now I’m trying to balance all my interests and things I need to do. My current “balance breakup” is: fitness/nutrition, Japanese language study, school/classes and academic success, work/making money, self care (sleep, skincare, reading, journaling, etc), boyfriend time, appointments, and chores/cleaning/housework. Sounds like a lot but there’s 24 hours in a day and 7 days in a week. Not everything has to be done in one day and as long as I manage my time efficiently, then I’ll be successful. I also try to take into account my energy levels, daily tasks, possible “curveballs”, and my current physical and mental/emotional well being. Flexibility is a must in my life but I do like having routines and things to stick to, plan and schedule wise.

I’ve been working on some posts ideas for this blog so it’s not just daily updates and stuff, but actual tips, advice, and my current routines and schedules too, to maybe help motivate and inspire you guys! I have some things in mind currently, so hopefully I can find the time to type them up and post them!

Thank you guys for 850+ followers! I never thought my blog could grow like this and I’m super happy it has! This community has given me such a safe and comforting place where I can just be myself without worry. I appreciate all of you so much!! I hope all of you have amazing days, amazing sleep, amazing skin, amazing grades, and that life is going great for all of you!

that’s pretty much all I have to update you on for now. I will be posting a Daily Check In tonight about how today went as well, to help me get back on track with posting!

til next time, lovelies 🩷🤍

#pink pilates girl #pink pilates princess #self care #self development #self love #wonyoungism #health & fitness #it girl #mental health #physical health #language learning #japanese langblr #langblr #studyblr #college studyblr #university student #that girl energy #that girl #it girl energy #clean girl #coquettecore #coquette girl #wonyoung motivation #wonyoung aesthetic #pink academia #pink aesthetic #pink blog #girl blogger #girlblog #girl blogging

[karistiltskin]

i don’t care that the lakes is only now getting its recognition i just care that it’s about MERLIN and ARTHUR.

little teeny tiny analysis incoming:

“Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me

I’m not cut out for all these cynical clones

These hunters with cell phones”

First of all, this is set in Merlin’s POV. The first line talks about Merlin becoming a myth and how he’s praised as the most powerful wizard alive. He is a staple as the start of “magic” and “wizardry” after his legacy is passed on. The use of the term “romantic” seems sarcastic as if he’s saying “isn’t it romantic that after my kind was hunted down and killed for believing to be evil, now I’m the optimum of good? Shouldn’t i be over the moon from this appreciation?”

Moving on to the second and third verse, “cynical clones” and “hunters with cell phones” refers to modern time. These people have twisted Merlin’s story, didn’t get it right, missed out on details, and changed him. Because his history is not correct he feels uncomfortable but is also placed in a position where he cannot clarify or speak out on it because he’s supposed to be, well, dead. People are using his story for fame and no one is receiving the truth. It’s just been turned into a myth to be broken apart, analyzed, and criticized.

“Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die

I don’t belong, and my beloved, neither do you

Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

I’m setting off, but not without my muse”

(only doing the chorus once)

if the first line doesn’t speak for itself I don’t know what does. Merlin is a poet!! He is. A quick google search for the definition of poet reads: “a person possessing special powers of imagination or expression.” hello??? We all knew he was good with words whether it came from enchantments, comforting words to his friends, his followers, or when speaking about himself. “special powers”—he is magic. “imagination”—he creates, he is creation.

He is the original poet who went to the lakes, not necessarily to die, but the other half of his soul was taken from him there.

Now, Merlin of course believes Arthur was not meant to die. He doesn’t belong there. He belongs at Merlin’s side. The lakes = Avalon and Merlin did not ever want to go there in the situation that Arthur may die. The both of them weren’t meant to wait for their purpose to begin again at Avalon when “Camelot needed Arthur most.” They were supposed to stay together in the time of a human life span and their story was supposed to continue.

“Windermere peaks.” I’m not gonna dive too much into this so here’s one word: England

The last line is that Merlin could not have stayed at the lake forever. I mean he could’ve but, I don’t think he would. So he lives his life in the most physical sense he can. He does go to visit Avalon tho and his life, his soul, doesn’t restart until Arthur’s does. He carries Arthur with him everywhere at all times, and he doesn’t forget that as he leaves Avalon and he never forgets the reason why as he also goes BACK to Avalon. Also, Arthur being Merlin’s muse>>> I mean, the whole “my magic. i use it for you. it was supposed to be yours.” EVERYTHING Merlin did was for Arthur.

“What should be burrowed under my skin

In heart-stopping waves of hurt

I’ve come too far to watch some namedropping sleaze

Tell me what are my words worth”

The first two lines refer to his early life in Camelot. Moving there, making friends, growing in his magic, Arthur, trust, betrayal, his lessons. He thinks because so much time has passed (he’s immortal) he should at least be over it or it should stop hurting but it doesn’t. It stays with him. It’s a part of him and who he is.

Now for the next two lines. Although the past will linger in him, he does grow and become wiser over the years. He has so many experiences and has lived through so many lifetimes and is still finding the strength to continue. But he’s had to watch people get his life absolutely wrong, the narratives of his friends and enemies, his character, etc. I like to think Merlin dropped some real pieces of evidence of the truth in a manuscript or a symbol or anything but the ones who found it, abused it. Instead of appreciating art and life they looked for the income and how to profit off it.

“I want auroras and sad prose

I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet

‘Cause I haven’t moved in years

And I want you right here”

Merlin finds memories in the hurt. He finds comfort in it. He wants to stay in the past because as much as it pains him, it was a time where he was the most happy.

Wisteria = a plant that can live for centuries (symbolism: resilience and longevity)

“help i’m still at the restaurant.” is Merlin. He has not moved on at all, that poor soul. He wants Arthur forever but also ALIVE and physically, mentally, emotionally with him.

“A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground

With no one around to tweet it

While I bathe in cliffside pools

With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief”

Merlin has a shield around him. Actually, plural, shields. His pain, anger, and hurt made him become this shell. But the red rose, his love, it’s still there. Always there. His love for Arthur and his narrative is still ongoing and no one knows. It’s his to keep.

His “calamitous love” and insurmountable grief” although sounds horrid are both stemmed from the purest thing he has. His love. It’s so passionate because he feels and cares so much. So his love is used as a metaphor with cliffside pools and the water in it because it (his love) overflows and spills over (i think? do cliffside pools do that?)

OKAY I’M DONE. mostly cause im tired, it’s 3:26 am, and im fried. the keyboard has been smashed quite enough and this makes one lengthy tumblr post (i can write more). i don’t even know if most of it makes sense i just wanted to get it out there.

also don’t take this too literally of course there are a million interpretations to this song, i associate it far more than just an immortal warlock and a dead king, as well as my opinions. I just wanted to share a little bit of where my mind was going. just a little.

props to you if you read this, thank you, and thank you bbc merlin

#bbc merlin #merlin #merlin fandom #merlin and arthur #merthur #morgana #lady morgana #queen guinevere #king arthur #camelot #lancelot #percival #sir leon #sir gwaine #sir elyan #morgwen #colin morgan #bradley james #katie mcgrath #angel coulby #merlin wizard #the lakes #the tortured poets department #taylor swift #folklore #avalon #excalibur #the sword in the stone #Spotify #warlock

[judeswhore]

ur begging him for more bc it’s just not enough and he’s smirking and so smug when he’s teasing u abt being so desperate. starts fucking u really hard and he’s got his hand over ur mouth, eyes locked on urs and it’s so hot u can already feel that u abt to cum and he’s so cocky bc he can feel ur legs shaking around him. and he’s all “if u don’t shut up i’ll have to gag u” or “if u don’t be quiet i won’t let u cum, that’s not what u want is it? so stop whining and be a good girl” and ur going insane over how vocal he is through it all. even better if u accidentally sleep in the next morning and ur woken up by ur brother knocking at the door so u have to hide jude under the bed or in the wardrobe and when u let ur brother in he’s glaring at u bc he heard everything and he’s telling u how disgusting it is and that if ur gna do it in the house do it when he’s not there. but ur so relieved that he thinks it’s a random person and doesn’t know it’s jude. so when he’s gone jude’s coming out of his hiding place and he’s grinning at u bc u got away w it and ur whisper yelling at him bc u nearly got caught but he’d just pull u in for a kiss and be all “wld’ve been worth it”

ur brother being so disgusted w u and literally tellin he doesnt ever wanna hear u again and ur just embarrassed but also happy that he doesnt know its jude and once he leaves jude jokes abt it and hes kissin u and hes got his hands on ur waist and just holdin u close, whispering how its all worth it, but maybe ur brother finds out not too long after bc he finds judes car outside nd obv jude is nowhere to be seen and he storms into ur room and ur sittin on judes lap just kissin and you two r so shocked nd hes angry and yelling and hes so disappointed w jude for goin behind his back nd also w u bc how could u fuck his bestfriend and he expected better from u??

omg love the getting caught thing😵‍💫😵‍💫like jude’s come over to watch u get ready for a night out (definitely fucked u first) but now he’s just lounging on ur bed watching u try on outfits and do ur make up and u both just wish it could be like this without him having to sneak into the house and park his car like at the end of the street. so he’d parked down the road like usual but ur brother spotted the car after coming home and he’s a little baffled why jude’s parked so far away and even more confused why he’s not actually in the house. and in ur room jude’s pulled u into his lap for kisses and he’s begging u to stay in with him so youse can snuggle and watch movies bc he’s so down bad and ur just giggling between kisses and he’s running his hands over ur back but really its very innocent. ur brother comes barging in, asking if you’d seen jude just to find him perched on ur bed and u on top of him and even tho it’s innocent ur brother is fuming. is immediately yelling at u both bc he’d been so specific abt u being off limits and abt u not getting w his friends and he’s going on abt how disgusting it is that ur fucking behind his back and how he feels so pissed and betrayed and jude’s kinda mad abt how he’s reacting even tho he feels bad. is all “c’mon man, i’m not messing around w her, it’s not like that” and ur a little surprised bc the two of u haven’t really discussed whether ur actually dating or not and ur brothers like “so ur not fucking her?” and jude’s just cringing telling him “well yeah, but it’s not like that, it’s not just sex” but ur brother won’t hear it. and ur furious bc they’re talking abt u like ur not there, telling ur brother he has no right telling u who u can and cant sleep with. it wld probably be this massive fight and he’d storm out and he wldnt speak to u or jude for like two weeks bc he feels so betrayed. but jude’s just reassuring u that he’ll come round telling u he’s not letting u go bc ur brothers a stubborn dick

#hey jude :) #i’m getting far too carried away w this whole concept #but i love it

[ladylooch]

HI I LOVE YOUR FICS SM!!! can u make a blurb of hiking with nico in Switzerland? He just looks so much more attractive when he’s doing what he loves thank uuuu

A/N: oh my gosh, thank you so much! Just lil ole me over here blushing :) We love hiking Nico... I still would not hike a glacier for him tho.

I have a few more lil blurbs here and here If you are interested in a lil extra reading today!

“Neeks, I’m going to die.” You tremble in your hiking boots, looking over the ledge to your left. 

“You are not going to die.” His steady voice responds. “Baby, take my hand. I would not have brought you here if I didn’t think you could do it.”

You look at him, shaking your head, feeling like your whole body is going to vibrate off the side of this switchback. You’re almost to the summit of the trail. You felt good the whole way up until you got to the bottom of the switchback. But Nico was having so much fun, you didn’t want to ruin it by explaining your nervousness. However, the last little bit requires for you to jump across a little gap that plunges ten feet back down. It’s enough to break a leg for sure. And you’re a little clumsy and a whole lot tired, so it feels like a real possibility.

“Y/N.” He tries again, even softer, from where he is leaning over the gap, extending his hand to you. “Put your hand in mine. Then jump, I’ll do the rest.” 

“Nico.” Your voice quivers. He notes it and nods assuringly again.

“Trust me.” He asserts. You look into those perfect, brown eyes of his and you do the opposite of what your body is telling you. You jump right into Nico’s body. He catches you easily, chuckling at the force of your momentum knocking him a few steps back. “That’s my girl.” He kisses the top of your head, keeping you squeezed in his tight grasp for a few more moments to establish your safety.

“Holy shit.” You pant, then pull back, looking at his face. He leans down to kiss you proudly.

“When you’re ready, we keep going.” You nod, pushing out a calming breath and following after him. He reaches his hand back to you to hold his fingers while you continue the ascent. Your focus is put back on one foot in front of the other to distract from the tiredness in your legs and slight stitch in your side.

Nico stops suddenly in front of you. You smack your face into his backpack, then look up, stunned. 

The scene in front of you is as indescribable as it had been when Nico was telling you about it this morning at 4:30am. The sunrise is bursting out from the East. It dances across the ragged tops of the alps and down the slightly snow capped mountains surrounding you. Nico says nothing. Just turns to watch you admire his homeland, reflecting the look you have at the beauty surrounding you. 

“My beautiful girl in my beautiful country.” He leans forward, nuzzling his nose against your cheek. “Worth it?” All you can do is nod. “Let’s eat and drink our beers.”

He brings you over to a large, flat rock, letting you sit down before working your backpack off your shoulders for you. Then, he hands you a few jerky strips and a trail mix bar. The only sound that disturbs the wilderness is Nico cracking your post-summit beers.

“Proscht.” He prompts.

“Proscht.” You respond while clinking your cans. The sip of beer tastes like the best damn thing you’ve ever put in your mouth.

“Thank you for doing this with me.” He wraps an arm around your shoulders. He pulls, bringing your temple to his lips. You lean into his warmth, still not quite used to the chill of Switzerland in August. The wind really whips up here without any shelter.

“I had so much fun doing this with you. I wish we had mountains in Jersey so I could see you doing this all year.”

“It wouldn’t be the same.” He murmurs, then looks out across the vastness of the mountains in front of us. He is right. 

Plus, what you love the most about this moment is Nico being home… and being here with him for the first time.

#nico hischier x reader #NHL imagine #n. hischier blurb #NHL fan fiction #hockey writing