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[canary-in-a-vault]

"can't sleep?"

“Mmm…”

Eyes wide. Staring towards him. No. Of course not. Who could sleep after all of that? The hole in Lucy’s stomach grew as the ghoul questioned her ability to rest. Everytime her eyes shut- she stood there, glowing. And if Lucy rested long in that perfect fantasy? It all became rotting. Rotting and horrible. She couldn’t sleep with that image of her mother in her mind, even if Dogmeat had curled up within the curve that Lucy had become on the floor, she didn’t feel safe. Nowhere did.

“Why do you care? I doubt my sleep is your concern…”

[redcali]

SYNOPSIS Cute movie date with Caleb where you drag him into a photobooth afterwards ⋆˙⟡♡

TAGS DAA academy setting, tooth rotting fluff, it gets a little heated, Caleb won’t stop kissing you in the photobooth, Caleb shows he’s taken afterwards. 1.1K words

A/N Back with another wholesome fluffy Caleb fic (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

When Caleb had asked you to the movies with him, you were practically giddy with delight and excitement.

He was almost shy when he asked you out, with a hand carding through his hair and a shy expression on his face, his lips quirked into a small smile when he dropped the question.

“Hey… are you free on Sunday? Because I’d really love to take you out to the movies.” He dips his head down to level your faces, palms on the desk as he leans his body towards you.

Yes yes yes yes absolutely!! Your mind screams, but you just coolly smile back at him.

“Yes I wouldn’t mind.” You reply with an air of casualness, putting on a nonchalant facade. Caleb just grins and laughs in your face.

“Don’t be late, pips.” He gently flicks your forehead and quickly runs off to catch up with his friends.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Sunday rolls around and you find yourself sitting beside the cutest boy ever, a bucket of caramel popcorn on your lap and Caleb whispering nonsense into your ear and cracking jokes at the main character’s expense.

Caleb, it turns out, is the most hyperactive, ADHD person you’ve ever had to watch a movie with. And it surprises you that you find it so endearing, the way he keeps on looking at you at the funny scenes or how he keeps on getting distracted by you, his hand that’s about to feed a popcorn into his mouth frozen midair as he looks at you like you’re a greek goddess.

“Caleb — you’re so loud, ugh,” you gripe, pretending to be annoyed.

“And your hands are freezing.” Caleb’s warm hand slides into yours. It feels so natural you’re taken aback and blushing a little at his move.

Caleb’s hand is still in yours when the movie ends and you two shuffle out of the cinema. Neither of you bring this up as Caleb uses it to drag you around the mall. You’re a little scared to eye anything longer than a few seconds or Caleb will try to get it for you.

“This mall is massive — ohmygod a photobooth!” You suddenly squeal, failing to contain your excitement as you lug him towards the colourful cubicle. Caleb holds his stomach in laughter, his eyes twinkling as he looks at you with amusement.

“Really? This is what catches your eye?”

“Shut up and get in.” You’re haughty as you shove him into the space and swing the curtains shut. Caleb is pushed onto the seat, his eyes wide and staring up at you as you loom over him. He quickly stops and turns to study the screen in front of him, which displays the filter and photo frame options.

“Hmm.” Caleb’s fingers press away at the screen whilst you’re looking over at the assortment of props.

“Caleb, don’t mess — “ The buttons start blinking before you can even finish your sentence.

“Caleb!” Already, the timer on the screen is going off. 15, 14, 13 seconds… You groan as you quickly position yourself in place, in front of the camera. “I haven’t even thought about our poses yet!” You complain, hurriedly jamming an apple headband onto his head.

“We’ll be fiiiine…”

The first picture is normal enough: Caleb giving you the classic bunny ears.

The camera shuttle goes off and you’re given the countdown for the second picture.

“What pose should we — “ You begin, but Caleb already has plans, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you close to him.

“Smile.” Caleb tells you under his breath, his breath warm on your neck.

The screen mirrors the sight: Caleb nuzzling up to you and you looking caught off guard, surprised maybe.

So why is your heart pounding in your chest right now?

Caleb doesn’t pull away for the third picture. Instead, he’s angling his head towards you.

“I think this pose will look good.” With that, he leans forward to kiss your cheek, his arms still resting around your shoulders. A tingling sensation radiates from where his lips meet your skin, and your face feels so hot you’re certain Caleb can feel it too.

The shuttle goes off and you instantly pull away from him to punch him on his shoulder.

“Caleb! Give me a warning next time before you do things like these!” You huff, flustered and embarrassed.

“Do things like what? We’ve done worse.”

“Oh my god!” You grab him by the shoulders and shake him, but Caleb just seizes this opportunity once more to swoop in and kiss you once more. On the lips.

Caleb pulls away after a fraction of a second, but you pull him right back in and kiss him back.

If he’s going to act like a tease, so will you.

Caleb’s body jolts slightly at your touch, but he’s instantly kissing you back like a starving man.

When you groan softly, he uses this opportunity to slip his tongue in, pushing you harder up against the wall as you two make out.

You try to gain a sense of your composure, but you can’t stop getting drunk off on his soft, sweet lips.

You two don’t even realise it when the camera clicks.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You’re about to enter class when you see a group of girls come out, shoulders slouched and moping looks on their faces. Curiously, you peek your head in.

Caleb’s standing there, holding his phone in his hand as he talks to Gideon, arms crossed and leaning casually against the desk. He instantly lights up when he spots you from the doorway.

“Hey! I was just about to show Gideon a funny cat video. Wanna see?” He lifts up his phone, and as you approach him, the back of his clear phone case becomes a little more visible — the phone case reflecting light off of the photobooth pictures.

The first frame being the one where Caleb is kissing you on the cheek, arms wrapped around you, whilst you’re just looking aloof and flustered. It’s incredibly wholesome compared to the second frame — you being pressed up against the wall by him, lips glued to yours.

The photo so clearly captures what you two were in the middle of doing, with the way his hand is entangled in your hair and other grasping at your waist.

You look back up at him, mouth open in shock.

“Caleb…” You say slowly. “Your phone case…”

“What?” Caleb looks genuinely confused. “I need to show the other girls that I’m already taken.”

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Also (I requested #10 with Caleb) I 4g9t to say fem reader plsss

Thanks for the request, anon! I really hope you like subby caleb because this got away from me and I went fully into “good boy” territory SORRY (I am 100% okay with redoing this if you don’t vibe with it, just lmk)

Also, this one is a bit longer than a drabble. Consider it a bday special lol

Reminder: requests are closed!

Command me

Caleb x female reader

Prompt: finding their partner’s sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them

Content: submissive caleb & dominant reader, a few uses of “good boy”, lots of teasing, JOI with a fleshlight, edging, a very small moment of objectification (aimed at caleb)

“This...this isn’t fair,” Caleb hiccups through needy whines and endless moans spilling past parted lips. “You weren’t supposed to find it.” He says that as if it’ll make you stop this sweet torture. You have no intention of stopping, though.

His cheeks are a bright shade of pink, his chest flushed and beading with sweat where his shirt is pulled up above his pecs. Sprawled across the bed, his twitching thighs are spread just enough to frame the toy you’re holding.

“No?” Your voice sounds saccharine-sweet, but your eyes are full of mischief. “Then you shouldn’t have hidden it somewhere so obvious. Top drawer, Caleb? Really?”

He huffs, breath shaky from how you’ve been teasing him nonstop since you found the toy. You let your fingers drag along the clear silicone fleshlight, slow and deliberate as you stroke it up and down his throbbing cock.

“I was curious,” you purr. “I had no idea you got off with this when I’m not around.”

Caleb squirms. His mouth opens, closes, then opens again when he finally has the strength to speak. “It’s not like that, pips. I only—fuck—used it before we–”

“Show me,” you cut him off with a soft command.

He blinks up at you, dazed and shuddering when you abruptly pull your hand away from the toy. “Wh–what?” he sputters.

“Show me how you fuck it.” You settle back against the headboard of the bed, giving his cock a pointed look to let him know you’re serious. “Come on, baby. I wanna see exactly what you do when I’m not here.”

Caleb swallows hard, his fingers already instinctively curling around the base. “You’re bein’ so mean today,” he murmurs, but there’s no real protest in his voice. You can tell he’s enjoying this. That telltale pitch of his voice means he’s slipping, already giving into his desire.

“Yeah? Well you must like it because you're hard as a rock,” you reply with a smirk. “Go on, Caleb. Start stroking it. Slowly.”

He whines at your instructions but obediently pulls the toy off his length before sinking its slick opening back down the flushed head of his cock. His breath punches out in a gasp as he slides in all the way, the suction already so wet and obscene.

You lean back, watching him greedily. “Hm, that’s a good boy,” you coo with a too-large grin. And, oh, he really likes the sound of that. A loud, uncontrollable moan escapes him, and it makes your pussy clench around nothing.

“Fuck into it,” you say, voice getting lower with desire at the sight of your own personal porn star. “I want to see your hips move.”

Caleb shudders, rolling his hips upward with a groan, the toy squelching around him. His eyes flutter closed, brows drawn tight as he fucks it faster like he’s desperately chasing his release far too soon.

“Nuh-uh.” You reach forward and tap his cheek. “Eyes on me.”

He whimpers but obeys, blinking up at you, glassy-eyed and panting.

“That’s better.” You chuckle, not yet ready to go easy on him. “Now slow down again. I want you right on the edge.”

He tries, biting his lip hard enough to leave a slightly bloody dent, muscles quivering as he slows his thrusts.

You can tell how hard it is for him. His whole body aches for friction—for your hand, your mouth, your pussy if he would be lucky enough. But you don’t give him any of it. Just your voice and strict commands.

“You like this, don’t you?” you whisper. “You like when I tell you exactly how to jerk off?”

He nods frantically, chest heaving. “Fuck, y–yes, I do. But please, touch me, just a little. Need your warmth. You’re so soft,” his garbled string of pleas is incoherent, but you hear the next part clearly: “This…this isn’t the same.”

“Nope,” you reply, a denial that’s sickeningly sweet and makes him deflate a little. “You don’t get my warmth right now. You’ve got your toy, remember? Isn’t that enough?”

He lets out the most pathetic sound, hips stuttering as he fucks the fleshlight harder again in an attempt to end your teasing sooner.

“I–I’m gonna come,” he warns with a strangled cry. Even though he’s so far gone in the throes of his pleasure, your sweet Caleb still has enough awareness to ask permission before spilling his load inside the toy. “Please, please let me–”

You lean in close, lips at his ear and fingers tickling his taut chest. “No,” you scold, “hold it right there. Don’t you dare come until I say you can.”

He chokes on a moan, shaking beneath you and sucking in deep breaths as he tries to delay his orgasm. You watch with near-sadistic glee as the muscles in his thighs tense and then relax with the effort it takes him to hold back.

“That’s it,” you murmur. “You look so good like this—fucking yourself while I watch. Bet you wish it was my pussy, though. Don’t you?”

He nods helplessly, cock twitching inside the clear toy with each labored breath he takes. You drag your nails down his stomach, and the dull scratch makes him leak even more precum inside the silicone casing.

He’s still right at the edge, hanging on by a thread, but you’re not yet done playing with your favorite fuck toy.

“Go slow again,” you demand with a smile. “Just the tip now.”

He whimpers, sliding out until just the swollen head remains inside. And then he starts shallowly fucking the entrance with trembling restraint.

“God, you’re such a mess,” you murmur, eyes locked on the beautifully flushed red tip of his cock. “Do you even know how to make yourself feel good without me telling you what to do?”

He shakes his head quickly, voice wrecked. “No. I—please, I need to come. I can’t—I can’t hold it any longer.”

“You still need to earn it.” You lean back again, crossing your arms as you watch him. “Show me how badly you want it. Stroke all the way down. Stop. Now just the head.” He follows all your instructions to a tee, body shuddering as he struggles to hold his orgasm at bay. “Good, now again.”

You talk him through it the whole time, forcing him to keep speeding up then slowing down over and over again. Caleb obeys every command with a sob—fucking the toy deep, then pausing, shuddering, and repeating it again with tears pricking the corners of his eyes.

Eventually, you can see how close he really is: one more stroke and he’ll be gone. You know his body just as well as he does, so it’s clear he won’t be able to hold on much longer.

You wait one more beat, watching him tremble and beg through gritted teeth. And finally, you nod with a giddy chuckle. “Alright, alright. You can come for me now, sweetheart. Go on…that’s it.”

He lets out a strangled cry, hips snapping up hard as he plunges into the toy and spills inside it. You watch him unravel, utterly ruined, mouth open and cheeks flushed all the way to his ears.

He looks so damn cute. So needy and all yours. And his broken whine makes your thighs press together in search of some friction of your own.

When he finally collapses, panting and spent, you lean down to press a kiss to his cheek.

“You were such a good boy for me,” you praise with a gentle smile.

He seems to melt under your long-awaited touch, and you make a mental note to grab some water for him after he’s caught his breath—and then clean him up and smother him with cuddles.

His lips chase yours, searching for a reassuring kiss that you can’t deny him any longer. You giggle when he keeps trying to steal another peck from you, his warm breath tickling your face. 

“Hm,” you murmur against his lips, “since you followed instructions so well…” Your voice drops to a whisper. “I’ll let you come inside me next time.”

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[inkytoru]

KISS WITH A FIST ── .✦ ꒰ caleb y. ꒱

SYNOPSIS: You were tired of constantly being treated like a thing to protect by your older stepbrother, Caleb. Having reached your breaking point, you punch him. These are the consequences of your actions; the aftermath spelling out the beginning of the end.

PAIRING: caleb yizhou x f!reader WORD COUNT: 2.4k ⚠ CONTENT WARNINGS: dubcon, pseudo/stepcest, non-consensual spanking/impact play, humiliation, blood, violence, power dynamics/imbalance, unhealthy relationships, yandere behavior, vaginal fingering, manipulative aftercare

A/N: minors dni. this was supposed to be a short drabble idk what happened. anyways, angry caleb with a nosebleed anyone?

ao3 mirror.

“You always do this, gege!” you whine, and Caleb thinks you look breathtaking as always, but especially so with the way tears of frustration bead at your lashline and how that damned pout of yours makes his cock stir.

The restraint it took to not ravage you right then and there almost makes him want to groan.

Instead, a slight frown tugs at his lips as he looks down at you.

“He’s no good for you, pips. Why do you always go for the shitheads?” And why won’t you ever look at me the way you do at them?

You looked as if a scream was about to tear itself from your throat.

“Who are you to tell me who’s good for me or not?!” your voice was rising to a dangerous volume, and Caleb was glad grandma wasn’t home.

“I’m not your girlfriend!”

“You may not be,” Caleb grits through his teeth, “but that doesn’t mean I won’t look out for you.” The way a good boyfriend would do.

At this point, the tears that were welling up in your eyes now fell freely and slid down your cheeks. It broke Caleb’s heart that he was the one making you cry, and a flash of regret might’ve flickered across his face, but you were too busy wiping your sleeve against your eyes to notice.

“You need to understand that not every boy will have your best interests at heart,” Caleb goes on to say softly, but his disapproval still remains weaved within his words, “trust me on this.”

You slowly lower your arm from your face to glare at him from below your lashes as betrayal is written plainly on your features.

“Then why were you snooping through my phone, Caleb?”

His face pales.

“Pips, it’s not like—“

You cut him off with your quiet tone and unwavering gaze.

“You were the one who violated my trust in you, and you dare to tell me to trust you when you go so far as to look through my messages? Not only that, but you also deliberately found out my boyfriend’s address just so you could threaten him? What, did you really think I wouldn’t know? What’s wrong with you?”

Caleb’s eyes were downcast, his frown beginning to quirk up into an infuriating small smile.

“So, you’ve got me there,” he replies with a leveled voice, sunset eyes going on to peer at you as the most punchable expression you’ve ever seen him wear makes your insides boil and simmer with anger.

“Aren’t I pathetic?”

It was as if the fractured lines within you finally gave way as something snapped, and you reeled your clenched fist back before connecting it firmly against his nose. You didn’t even register that you did it until you spot the red seeping from his nostril.

Not expecting your violent retaliation, he had stumbled a step backwards, eyes widened in shock as he looked at your just as shocked face, to the now bloodied hand he had just used to touch his now broken nose, then back to your face.

You watch in abject terror as you see the surprise morph to hurt in his eyes, then to how it darkens like a storm cloud; the calm before the downpour of a quiet fury you’ve never seen him direct towards you now settled onto your frozen form.

With a vice grip like unyielding iron, Caleb drags you screeching by the wrist up the stairs.

“I-I… I didn’t mean to—! Gege, that hurts, stop—!“

Your frantic stammering does nothing to deter him from shoving you hard onto his bed as he closes the door behind him with a jarring softness.

“Do you know,” he begins lowly, “how many times I have let you off the hook?”

Words seemed to be lodged somewhere between fear and your throat. All you could muster in response was a tiny nod.

“How many times I have been nothing but a good brother to you?”

As he talks, he slowly approaches you, feet stopping right before the foot of his bed.

You crawl backwards out of fear until you reach his headboard.

“You’re not getting away scotch-free this time, no,” he barks out a laugh before he’s on the bed inching closer to you.

“You’re going to be punished, and you’re going to see just how mean gege can get.”

“Caleb, let me go! I’m sorry!”

He shakes his head. “It’s too late for sorries.”

With ease, he yanks you down by the ankles; then, in a flash he pins your wrists above your head.

The blood from his nose drips onto your face as his hovers above yours, its metallic taste meeting your tongue as it dribbles into your agape mouth.

It tasted like the beginning of the end, like a jigsaw puzzle falling apart, like the pieces of it will never be able to be connected the way they once were ever again.

Then, your eyes travel down his body to see the tented up fabric of his jeans. Your eyes widen— part trepidation, part incredulity.

“Are you seriously hard from—“

Before you could finish your sentence, his crimson-stained lips crashed against yours, the taste of his blood becoming ever more omnipresent to you.

He growls into the kiss as you squirm around beneath him. Your whimpers were muffled before being silenced by his tongue wrestling against yours.

Why was heat flaring up within your core? Were you… liking this as much as he was?

After a moment, he pulls back, a string of shared saliva stretching from his lips to yours. He looks at you with an indiscernible look in his eye before going to sit at the side of the bed.

Without the tenderness that usually accompanied his words, he sharply demands:

“Get up. Strip and lay across my lap.”

“Caleb, I don’t think we should be doing this.”

His steeled stare doesn’t budge from you. “That wasn’t a question.”

Biting at your lip, you do as you’re told; you shrug off your top, then slip out of your shorts and panties.

“No bra?” Caleb’s breath hitches in his throat. “You want to be ogled at by men, don’t you?”

He doesn’t wait for your reply before he impatiently jerks you towards him by the hand. You get the memo and sprawl yourself down onto his lap.

A large hand deceivingly trails up the back of your thigh to the flesh of your bare ass.

”Count.”

Without waiting for your reaction, that same large hand was mercilessly and swiftly raised in the air before striking you on the left asscheek. A loud yelp leaves you.

“O-One,” you begin.

Your stepbrother wordlessly raises his hand again. The palm of it meets your skin once more, and another cry falls off your lips.

”Two!”

Deceptively, Caleb’s palm caresses your reddening behind. But what relief it provided was short-lived as it was struck against the meat of your ass again.

”Three,” you sob out with a hiccup, jolting slightly in his grasp. Your gaze remains on the carpeted floor as heat not only rises to your asscheeks, but also to the ones on your face. You were a tad curious what expression he was sporting right now, but knew better than to look.

”Four.” Tears of humiliation well up in your eyes this time.

”Keep moving around so much and we’ll start again from zero,” comes Caleb’s flat voice devoid of any joviality that you were so used to hearing from him.

You try to give him a small nod in acknowledgement amidst your breathy whimpers, but Caleb tuts in dissatisfaction while pinching the fat of your ass hard enough for you to shriek “yes gege!”

As the fifth spanking lands, your tears were now streaking down your flushed cheeks and your voice began to wobble while continuing to count.

”N-Nine…”

If only you were able to see the hardened yet pitying expression on his face.

But bad girls needed to be punished, and you were no exception to the rule.

Two fingertips dance along your slit, now coated in your slick— Caleb quirks a brow, his voice taking on a teasing lilt.

”What’s this? Are you seriously wet from this, pipsqueak?”

Your ears burn red at him using your own words against you from earlier; your immediate reaction was to deny it, but he had already made it clear that he was onto you and the way you actually enjoyed this with your stepbrother of all people.

An impatient resounding slap echoes when it meets its mark and you hiss in pain. “I asked you a question,” he chides.

You bite your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer.

”Oh? So it’s like that, huh.”

Smack!

That last one hurt more than any of the others, evident through how you wail out his name.

”I didn’t tell you to stop counting either.” Caleb’s tone was resolute and pertinacious.

”Ten!” you cry out, “yes I am, sir!”

”Yes, you are what?”

A beat passes before you think twice about ignoring his questions again.

”I’m wet because of you, gege!”

“God, you’re soaked,” he muttered, almost reverently. You wanted so badly to deny it, but when you’re rewarded by his long digits dipping within your folds, the shameful slickness there told the truth for you. You couldn’t help the embarrassingly lewd mewl that escapes you at how the two of them easily slide in with the help of your natural lubrication.

”Now was that so, so hard?” Caleb rhetorically asks as you squirm around atop his lap. You can feel his neglected bulge poke your stomach with every motion you make.

His deft fingers curl upwards to repeatedly stroke your walls, eliciting another drawn out moan from you as they directly make contact with your g-spot. The obscene squelching noises resulting from it cause you to squeeze your eyes shut in burning shame.

”Look at me,” he orders.

You oblige by turning your head with a sniffle. By now the blood from his nosebleed had dried up, the fading red stripe from his nostril down to his shirt reminding you of your monumental mistake.

When your tear-stained face peers up at him, something in his stare softens, but only by a small margin. He hated to see you cry—always had ever since you would bruise your knees at the playground when you two were little—but he knew this was necessary to make amends for your misstep out of line.

Actions never fail to have consequences, as you would come to thoroughly learn.

”There’s my girl,” he says with a slight quirk of his lips, “y’know, I’ve always wondered how you would scream my name and come undone by my touch. Not like this, however.”

You stay silent, unsure of how to proceed with this conversation. You also did not want to incur more of his wrath by saying the wrong thing.

Much to your relief, he continues it for you by sighing and issuing another command.

”Sit up.”

Obediently, you straighten yourself up on his lap, wincing as the sore flesh of your ass chafed against the rough material of his jeans. You wrap your legs around his midsection before burying your face into his chest.

And then it was like the dam broke, the brunt of your mixed emotions surfacing and coalescing into more intense, body-wracking sobs. You unreservedly snivel into his shirt as you shed more and more tears.

His arms tighten around you when he notices your smaller form begin to quiver like a leaf in the wind. Only when he realizes you’re speaking does he relax his hold while leaning back to hear you more clearly.

”I’m s-sorry,” you babble, your words tumbling out one after another while being intermittently punctuated by hiccups, “it was spur of the moment, I’m sorry for hurting you Caleb, you didn’t deserve that…”

Your beloved gege cups your face in his large hands, the pads of his thumbs brushing sweetly against the wet skin underneath your eyes; the very same pair of eyes he swears will be his downfall one day.

He rocks you both with a gentle back-and-forth movement, shushing you in an attempt to soothe you as the hand splayed against your back rubs mollifying circles into the skin there.

Even as he cradles you, you can feel it— how he wasn’t comforting you to exactly make you feel safe. He comforts you to remind you: you belong to him.

“Gege’s here. You’re safe with me— safe from yourself, too. You just don’t know it yet.”

It felt safe. But only because he’d made everywhere else unsafe.

Caleb holds you without another word until you tire yourself out from your weeping. As you succumb to sleep within his arms, he carefully lays your head against his pillows before fetching a throw blanket nearby to drape over your peacefully slumbering frame.

For a long while, he sits and watches as your chest slowly rises up and down with every shallow breath you take. He tenderly moves the stray strands of hair away from your serene countenance.

Finally, he gets up to go to change shirts before going to the bathroom. He stares at his reflection with a hand raised to lightly trace the crusted trail of blood that extends from his nose, down to his chin.

Seeing the aftermath before him made it all so much more real to him— he also couldn’t help the small laugh he had to himself. He knew he had taught his little sister how to throw a good punch well, so naturally she got him so good he was sure his nose was definitely broken.

But, one little punch wasn’t enough to deter him from exterminating the latest pest in his and her life.

One day you’d understand. Of that, Caleb was certain of.

He fishes his phone out of his jean pocket to swipe it open. Then, he navigates to his notes app where your boyfriend’s address is laid in waiting for him.

459 Twilight Boulevard.

Quietly so as to not disturb you, Caleb gets up to pluck his gun from the drawer of his nightstand. He leans down to give you a light kiss against your forehead, to which you adorably crinkle your nose in your sleep.

He chuckles, the sound ominous amidst your innocent breathing.

”I’ll be right back, pipsqueak. Gege has some business to take care of.”

[furioussouls]

Best friends without boundaries with the LADS guys

[with chubby reader]

[chubby reader, don’t like it, don’t read it]

warnings: fluff, NSFW, friends doing couple-y things, nonsexual nudity, chubby afab! reader( reader wears a dress and bikini), reader is not strictly MC but sometimes has similar dynamics with the boys

disclaimer: the characters, lore and worldbuilding solely belong to the game “love and deepspace“, which was created by InFold.

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Caleb:

•obviously we have to start off with Caleb. This is exactly the sort of relationship he has with you and he loves it. Does he want to be your husband? Obviously. However, relationships can fail and friendships (mostly) don’t. He can wait until you’re both so intertwined that you don’t know where he ends and you start. He’s a very patient man.

Caleb stood in front of the stove and hummed your favourite song. He was shirtless and his necklace clinked with every soft movement. His eyes drifted over to your shared calendar and he made a mental note of the appointments that were coming up soon. He’ll make sure to remember yours, don’t worry. He nodded to himself and tried the breakfast he was cooking four you. It’s good. Of course it is. He won’t let you eat anything less than perfect. Caleb put your food on your plate and made sure to present it nicely and messily scooped himself the rest of the food.

He heard the sound of your fuzzy slippers and turned to the door and there you were; wearing nothing but his shirt. Don’t worry, he gives you the oversized shirts so you can feel comfortable in it. He loves when you wear his clothes, he wishes you would wear nothing but his clothes forever. Your plump body rounded out his shirt perfectly and he chuckled at your messy hair. He leaned forward and tenderly kissed your forehead.

“Good morning, pipsqueak. Did you sleep well? Did the massage help? I heard the smell of lavender is supposed to help with sleep issues.“ Caleb asked as he laid the table.

You yawned and nodded and walked into his warm chest. Caleb chuckled softly and rubbed over the rolls of your back. He closed his eyes blissfully.

“Let’s eat, yeah?“

•you both spend literally every Valentine’s Day together. You always go on dates and both of you ask each other out in the most obnoxious way possible.

You hid the bouquet of flowers behind you as you walked through the door. It was a beautiful bouquet with different purple flowers. The flowers match his eyes and on top of the flowers is a card that just said “valentines?“. You silently creeped through his door and saw him sitting on the couch with his back turned to you. You knew he heard you coming but he still didn’t turn around. When you reached him, you wrapped your arm with the bouquet around him and held it under his nose.

Caleb chuckled and smelled the flowers obnoxiously and gripped his chest dramatically. He fell on his knees and exclaimed “My loneliness exists no longer. I was taken away from the life of a bachelor. My prayers have been answered.“

You rolled your eyes and lifted an eyebrow and ignored his googoo heart eyes. Still on his knees, he grinned and pulled out a velvet ring holder. Your eyes bulged and he opened the box to reveal a beautiful shiny ring. He smiled at you put the ring on your index finger. “Don’t worry, Pipsqueak. I’ll be your valentine if you’ll be mine.“

• you both touch each other almost all the time. He’s basically one of those Great Danes that wants to sit on the lap of his smaller owner. Yes, he‘ll whine if you try and shove him away

You laid in bed in Caleb’s shirt. You laid on your side when the door slowly opened.

“Pip‘?“, you heard him ask gently.

You didn’t reply and kept your eyes closed. You wanted to sleep. You heard Caleb’s soft sigh and he laid on the other side of the bed. The bed slowly budged under his weight and his comforting warmth surrounded you. You felt his warm, familiar fingers run through your scalp and you relaxed in his hold. His lips gently pressed against your hair and he spooned you from behind and threw his long leg over you; trapping you effectively in his grasp. If you move he‘ll whine softly and tighten his grip on you.

•lowkey you both just kiss each other on the lips sometimes. Even during the most random conversations. Most of the times it’s just a little peck but other times it gets heated and both of you pretend that this is normal afterwards.

Your comforting weight sat on top of Caleb’s lap and he pressed little kisses over each inch of your skin. “Did you know the Italian shop down the road closed down?“, he asked you lazily after a few kisses.

“Bummer“, you replied and shook your head. You basked in his attention and soft massages and pressed the last kiss to his mouth. He moaned softly and cupped the back of your head with his large hand. He gently licked over your top lip and you obliged and opened up your mouth for him. He wrapped his arms tightly around you and his tongue slowly caressed your own.

• the transition between best friends and couples was very.. well blurry. One day he’ll plan a beautiful date for the both of you and just ask you if you want to marry him. He‘ll skip the relationship step because let’s be real, you both were already dating for the last few years. You’re a little bit shocked at first because being married is a huge step, but you look at his face and the decision couldn’t have been clearer.

Xavier:

•you both sleep together. No, literally. Sometimes you just let yourself in his apartment with your spare key and lay down next to him.

You opened the door with your key and threw it on the couch. You were fucking exhausted and just wanted to sleep. You dropped your shoes next to Xavier’s and put on your designated fluffy white bunny slippers (which match Xavier’s, of course) and took of your clothes. You sighed and opened the door, which revealed a sleeping Xavier. He wore his favourite sweater and was buried in blankets. A sigh escaped you and you threw yourself on his bed. You spooned him from behind and immediately dozed off.

When Xavier woke up, his heart squeezed happily and he wrapped his arms around you. He buried his face in your soft and warm body and gently nosed along your neck. He fell asleep on you for a second time.

•you both cook together for every meal. I know you might think he sucks at cooking but he’s not incompetent! He’s the best vegetable chopper you could ever think of! You want it thinly sliced? No problem. Xavier will slice it into the most even and thin slices you’ve ever seen. Or do you rather want it diced? Also no problem. He’s a master at it.

The soft sound of chopping echoed through the room while a throwaway show ran in the background. The soup was bubbling on the stove and your hands were free at the moment, since you were waiting for Xavier’s chopped veggies. The rain pattered against the window and you smiled happily. This is such a perfect cozy night. Xavier and you were wearing matching pyjamas and slippers. You smiled at him and he put the perfectly sliced veggies in the pot.

You gently spanked his supple butt. “Go wait on the couch, I’ll be there soon.“

His cheeks blushed a perfect pink colour and he nodded. “Should we continue with our drama?“

You nodded lazily and stirred the pot.

•when you’re both out, you always wear matching clothes. You want to wear that perfect red dress that accentuates your beautiful curves? Xavier will wear a matching Bordeaux shirt.

Your hand was tucked into his arm as you walked into the restaurant. Most of the time, you both stay inside when you hang out, but sometimes he takes you out to expensive restaurants and of course you want to dress up for it. Is there a better opportunity for it? You smiled at his buttoned up shirt and pointed at it with your finger and wiggled with your brows.

He smiled and interlinked your pointer finger with his. You grinned at him and he waved your interlinked fingers forwards and backwards.

•Xavier was jealous. A lot. You found it cute, because you’ll obviously never stop being friends with him if you ever meet another guy, but he literally just wishes that every other guy that talks to you would drop dead.

Xavier stood on the side and watched you. His jaw clenched and his gloved hands flexed underneath his grip. He tried to school his expression, but the only thing that’s missing is steam coming from his ears. You were talking to a man- no. A man was talking to you. Out of nowhere. He came and interrupted your guys‘ perfect time together. Xavier’s nostrils flared and he pinched the bridge of his nose.

He was watching the mans every move. He didn’t need to watch you, he knew you were perfect and wouldn’t do anything that could ever annoy him. Even if you somehow flirted back or touched him, it would be the man’s fault and not yours. If Xavier saw even the slightest movement, which he didn’t like, he’d interrupt. Please, man. Give him a reason. Xavier gripped his glass and gulped the water when the man reached out to put his hand on your shoulder. A loud crash interrupted your conversation with the man and you looked over to Xavier and saw his shattered glass on the floor, his eyes not leaving the man for one second.

“Sorry, my hand slipped.“

A waitress came with a broom to clean up the mess, but he took it from her and cleaned it up himself, his eyes still not leaving the man.

You rolled your eyes and excused yourself.

• eats your pussy to relieve stress (his and yours) and he’s trying to make sure you don’t want to date another man. Why would you want to do go through the process of meeting someone new when he can literally be your best friend and give you sexual pleasure? What more could anybody want?

Your naked body laid on top of Xavier’s sheets, his slender and long finger firmly gripped into your fat thighs. His face was buried in your plump pussy and he greedily licked up your slick as his own saliva mixed in with your delicious, musky release. His warm tongue flicked over your puffy clit and his eyes closed happily. This is how it should be. His curved fingers slowly plunged in and out of you ; whenever he entered you, he went in a bit deeper. Your hands gripped his blonde hair and you pulled him closer to you. He moaned softly and tenderly kissed your clit.

“Don‘t stop“, you moaned softly and pulled him deeper into you. He shook his head and rubbed his face into your pussy. “Never.“

•one day, Xavier saw a story of an old man who said that he had a special relationship with his best friend just like Xavier had and he never asked them out and their connection was over. Xavier was so shocked, he immediately asked you out. It wasn’t a romantic scene, but it was a genuine one.

Zayne:

• you‘re both basically a married couple tbh.

Zayne sat on the couch in his unbuttoned shirt. The white shirt was crumpled and the tie he usually wore was discarded somewhere. He’s sure he’ll find it. He’s finishing up some of his own research on patients, when suddenly a soft thump took him out of his concentration. He blinked sleepily and looked away from his papers as he fixed his glasses. You sat down his favourite tea in front of him with some light snacks.

The tension drained slightly from his shoulders and he leaned against your pudgy stomach. Your fingers slowly raked through his messy and black hair and he let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you.“

“Don‘t mention it.“ You mumbled and kissed his forehead.

You both remained in this position for a few minutes as you massaged the knots and tension out of his body. Your fingers pressed against the nape of his neck and he moaned silently. His eyes close in bliss. You bent over and kissed the tip of his nose.

•you prepared him little lunch boxes and snacks for his shifts to elevate some of the burden he carries.

You were already awake by the time he had to leave for work and prepared him some lunch. You made sure to prepare a nicely balanced meal and added a lot of sweets to his box. You scribbled “You got this, my little ice princess.“ on a note and stuck it on the box. You added many bottles of water and laid the prepared food next to his shoes.

Zayne rushed down the stairs in his perfect attire; not one hair out of place. You grinned at him and waved him off.

“I‘ll get going then.“ Zayne informed you. Why were you at his place in the morning in first place? Well, you basically live there. I mean, you don’t but if you’re not there when he comes home from work, his heart would literally explode from sadness, so you do kinda live there. He’s kind of like a hamster in that way.

Zayne put on his coat and bent down to put on his shoes when he saw the box. He froze in place and lifted it. He opened it and a warm and savoury scent hit his nose. You walked out of the kitchen and saw him still frozen in place. When he saw you his head snapped up at you and he walked over to you and engulfed you in his arms. You smiled and rubbed soothing motions over his back. You felt the ghost of a small kiss linger on your hairline and he turned around and left.

• when you’re both chilling, he has his hands on you. But not in an obvious manner, he’s very lowkey about it. However, later it turns very obvious

You browsed through your phone as Zayne read through his favourite book. Today was a lazy day, so you were cuddling up on the couch in comfy clothes. You stretched your body and Zayne‘s eyes snapped to you for a short moment. He bent over and took your feet and laid them on his lap. He took off your fuzzy socks with one hand without looking away from his book and started to rub them. It wasn’t just a sweet and soothing caress, it was a deep massage and you sighed happily with every deep press of his fingers.

“You‘re tense. That needs to change. Undress for me.“ he said softly, his eyes still focused on his book.

You whined and shook your head. “No, I’m too comfy right now.“

He looked at you and his eyes squinted. He put down the book and rolled up his sleeves. You swallowed.

“Is that supposed to scare me?“, you asked hesitantly.

Zayne shook his head and smiled softly, his fingers still working at his sleeves. “You will be undressed in a few minutes anyway, so just make it easy for us and take the clothes off yourself.“

You smiled and gently nudged his cheek with your naked toes. “My toes are cold.“

He smiled back and kissed the top of your foot and softly shoved you on the couch as his nimble fingers undressed you quickly. “You’ll get warmer and less tense with a massage.”

• if you have a bad day, he’ll bathe you. There’s nothing sexual about it and sometimes it makes you cry because of how soft it is.

You washed the grime and exhaustion off your body and let the water rain down on you. You’ve been in the shower for at least 5 minutes without washing anything. You sighed and watched the water flow away, when you heard a few soft knocks on the bathroom door. You watched the door silently and hoped he’d come in eventhough you’re not responding.

Zayne opened the door slowly and his eyes found yours in the shower. He walked over and opened the shower door. Zayne turned off the showerhead and pat down your plush body with a fluffy towel.

“Sorry about your water bill.“ you grumbled out and the side of Zayne‘s mouth tugged up and he shook his head.

He gently led you to his bathtub and sat you down once it was appropriately filled. He pulled out a washcloth and pressed your body close against his, eventhough you were still wet. He took his time with each inch of your skin and kissed alongside your face and body as he scrubbed.

You watched him silently when he lifted your hand and scrubbed in between your fingers. Your eyes closed and his lips lingered over your closed eyelid.

•Zayne wanted to marry you so he’d ask you out pretty soon. You wouldn’t be stuck for long in this friends / relationship situation. He’ll take you out on a big date with a big present where he‘ll ask you out.

Rafayel:

•you both bicker like a married old couple already. Everybody that overhears your conversations knows you’ll make it forever.

“No, Rafayel. Stop trying to pick the expensive versions of food just because they’re expensive. Expensive doesn’t equal good quality. Sometimes it’s literally the exact same ingredients. The only reason why one is more expensive is because they’re a well known brand.“ you hissed out and pinched the bridge of your nose.

Rafayel stood there with raised eyebrows and compared the ingredients of the cheap and expensive cookies.

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s more expensive cause it’s better. See, this one has many different minerals in it.“

You stared at him in disbelief and harshly tapped down on the ingredient list on the cheap side where it showed the exact same “minerals“.

Rafayel inspected it and shook his head. ”No, I’m still not convinced. Anyway, we’re getting the expensive ones because you can afford it.“

He shoved the shopping cart and added a bunch of the other expensive groceries. You gently pinched him by the back of his neck like a mother cat would with her babies and he squealed embarrassingly.

“Aww, that was actually cute. Stop adding unnecessary and expensive things to your cart. You’re making me mad.“

Rafayel‘s embarrassed pout turned into a big grin and he pushed a few more things in it with a smug expression.

You smiled at him and felt for the car keys in your pockets.

“Excuse me while I go to the bathroom, yeah?“, you asked sweetly and Rafayel looked at you in suspicion, but nodded.

Yeah, you left him whining at the grocery store.

•you both are almost always naked around each other when you’re not outside. It’s gotten so bad that you both literally start stripping when you enter his house.

Rafayel laid in front of his pool completely naked. You raised and eyebrow at him and laid down next to him. The only thing you were wearing was a bikini bottom (omg) and you laid on your stomach. Rafayel looked at you and smiled happily. He loves how comfortable you are around him. He loves your body and wished you both could be together at the pool like this forever. With no worries except for whether or not the other persons back needs some more sunscreen. Rafayel took out his sunscreen and began massaging it into your soft skin. His warm hands were rubbing your body in slow and torturous motions and he kissed your back a few times. He smiled softly when you shivered involuntarily.

•you’re also his muse for most of his paintings btw. Even for the ones that aren’t about you

Rafayel finished the painting of you in your sundress. You wore it when both of you went to one of his exhibitions and you looked absolutely stunning. The image of your curvy body in your pretty dress is forever etched into his brain and the painting doesn’t do it justice. He smiles at the thought and then winces when he sees the (flawless) painting. It’s not good enough. It doesn’t capture your energy at all.

He needs to take his mind off this painting and start a new one. A painting which isn’t about you. Rafayel nodded to himself. Alright, that should be easy. What else could he paint? Maybe a beautiful idyllic landscape in which the flowers are so colourful.. his mind drifted off to you being surrounded by flowers- no! He shook himself out of it. No, this isn’t at all what he wants to draw now. It can’t be that hard to draw something else. Maybe something he doesn’t like. Cats should be good. His mind drifted off to you in that cat Café you wanted to go to. He sighs as he remembers your happy expression. Rafayel’s own flawless smile spread on his red face and he chuckled. Well

•he totally snaps any of your potential lovers a picture of himself. More specially, his abs. It’s not his fault! Your focus should be on him and nobody else. Just stay with him.

Rafayel swiped through your messages and grimaced.

“Ew.“

You sighed in exasperation and pinched his cheek. “What’s your problem?”

He gently swatted your hand away and laid down right next to you. “Why are you messaging him? Is that the type of guy you’re into? Cutie, your taste really needs to change.“

Rafayel shudders and dramatically fans himself. You rolled your eyes when he suddenly raised his shirt above his head and took a picture.

“What the hell are you doing?“, you asked him in disbelief. He silently tapped away on your phone for a few seconds and then gave it back to you with a shrug. “If they can beat my picture, I’ll admit defeat. But for now, you’re mine. Let’s go.“

•this friendship situation honestly stayed for a long time, but not because Rafayel didn’t want more. He was just scared to lose what he had with you. He wanted to let you set the pace and he was just happy that you wanted to be with him to be honest. But when he realised you wanted more from him and expected an official relationship, he’ll ask you in the most extraordinary way possible.

Sylus:

•spoils you absolutely rotten and he wouldn’t have it another way.

You laid on his couch with your silk robe and sipped on your drink with your feet propped up on a comfortable chair. You tapped away on your phone and rolled your eyes at whatever response you were given. Sylus raised an eyebrow at you but the side of his mouth turned upwards.

“My lady? Can I bring you anything?“ Sylus‘ deep and smooth voice rang out jokingly and you looked up at him to see him in a bowing position.

“I know you’re making fun of me right now, but I would actually love another drink, please.“ You asked him sheepishly and handed him your drink. His mouth dropped slightly and he laughed loudly, causing his eyes to crinkle and he nodded and walked away with your drink.

“Coming right up.“

If you’d ever go on a date with somebody they’ll better spoil you more than he does. That’s the only way he’ll accept you leaving him (there’s nobody that’ll spoil you more so he basically gets to keep you forever, which is fair).

•Sylus and you randomly go on the most extravagant trips and dates. You have the most beautiful pictures of you on the beach or in nature because he took you out there.

Sylus and you walked arm in arm and you sighed happily once you stared at the view. You could see a beautiful green landscape filled with the most magnificent flowers and an absolutely stunning mountain.Sylus took out his phone and turned toward you and took a picture of you. You grinned and smushed your face against his.

“Alright, let’s take one like this now“, you both grinned in the pictures and he immediately set it as his background picture.

“Really? You have no better picture of me?“

“Sweetie, why are you so greedy? You’re already my wallpaper and you still want more. That’s alright. I’ll reap what I sowed. It’s my fault you’re so spoiled so I must oblige you. I accept it.“ Sylus sighed dramatically and took another picture of you. You sighed and let him take his pictures. He’ll add all of them to his folder of you and gaze at them lovingly when he’s alone.

•both of you have crazy skincare routines. And if you don’t have one now, you’ll definitely have one because of Sylus.

You laid back with the facemask pressed into your skin. You and Sylus both wore headbands so your hair wouldn’t droop into your eyes. You both even had those handmask gloves for softer skin. Your head rested on Sylus‘ big chest and his soft heartbeat calmed you down. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw your cup being lifted to you by Sylus and you slurped happily while the moisture soaked into your skin.

Your self care routine also includes your hair. He will learn your entire hair routine for you and style it the way that you want to. You never need to do on your own again. Like, ever.

• you both go to so many cat cafes in which you hang out with the cutest kitties.

“Aww, my sweet darling. You’re the most precious thing ever. Yes, you are. My sweet darling.“ You cooed happily at the white fluffy cat on your lap. You rubbed underneath her pretty chin and her mouth scrunched adorably. Sylus reached over and stroked the cat with his long and thick fingers. You smirked up at him and he grinned back at you.

You loved being at the cat café with Sylus. He’s such a kitty- magnet (cough) and once you both leave he’s full of different coloured fur. He acts annoyed, but he always wears muted colours when you both go so that he can see the colours of the fur better. Such a softie.

•you both are so emotionally open with each other. There’s basically nothing that you can’t tell each other and sometimes those emotional conversations turn into more.

“Yeah, sometimes I just feel like I have no idea what I’m doing. Like none at all. And I thought it would go away with age, but I feel like it got worse. Since you’re basically 50 years older than me, tell me, does it get better?“, you asked Sylus after you both laid down on your pillow. You laid face to face with barely any room between the two of your faces. He gazed into your eyes and gently cupped your cheek.

“Since I’m 50 years older than you, I can assure you that nobody knows what they’re doing. It’s okay. People are just pretending they know. They’re pretending cause everybody else is pretending, but if you talk with them they’re just as lost as everybody else.“ Sylus stroked away a few of your loose hairs.

“I don’t know if that’s comforting or not.“ You admitted and cuddled closer to him, your noses touching.

Sylus smiled softly and rubbed his hooked tenderly against yours.

“Being as lost as everybody else is the most comforting thing in the world.“

• he massages you while you’re naked. Sometimes he rubs your pussy as well and it isn’t even sexual to him, not really. Obviously he knows what he’s doing and he’s enjoying it, but it’s mostly about you feeling relaxed. That’s why he’s not teasing you or edging you. You’ll get whatever you want as long as you stay relaxed.

Sylus‘ large warm hands rubbed soothingly over your round body. He massaged and pressed into every crook until you were nothing more than putty in his hands. Thats how he likes you. His hands caress softly over your butt and he gently spreads your cheeks. You tense and Sylus immediately let go and began massaging your shoulders again.

“No. Stay relaxed.“

You nodded and kept everything loose and Sylus gently spread your cheeks again and rubbed his massage oil on them. His thumb gently pressed against your clit and you sighed happily, but kept your body relaxed. Sylus hummed happily.

“That‘s right. Thats how it always should be, hm?“ Sylus‘ deep voice raised goosebumps on your back and he gently massaged over them.

He lazily but accurately began drawing circles on your clit and you sighs turned into desperate moans. Whenever you tensed, he‘d stop for a second and you immediately relaxed your body again. When you reached your orgasm, you were so tired that you immediately fell asleep right after.

•Sylus asked you to allow him to be your boyfriend after a few months. He loved the friendship you both had, but he also knows you both were already very obviously in love so he took you on vacation and asked you to be girlfriend.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

kisses over handshakes | s.r. x fem!reader

“who’s the new guy?”

jj turned to you before looking in the direction your eyes were focused on. standing outside hotch’s office was derek accompanied by a mystery guy, well he looked more like a boy. tall and lanky with a short haircut that was starting to grow past his ears and curl to his skin. he was wearing a short sleeved button up that looked a size or two bigger on him, practically swallowing him in the fabric, and he paired dark brown stacks for his office attire.

“that’s spencer reid. gideon helped bring him into the unit when he brought him in as an apprentice, also he’s a genius. graduated high school at twelve, has three phds, a 187 iq and can read fast and remember well. own our human internet.” jj listed off his qualifications for the job at- “how old is he?” “only twenty three.” boy genius indeed.

you followed behind jj as she walked towards the two, “hello boys. spencer i wanted to introduce you to y/n, she’s my assistant.” skirting you closer into his directions, teeth biting into your bottom lip from slight nerves.

“hi it’s a pleasure to meet you,” sticking out a waiting hand. spencer looked to your hand then directly into your eyes as he said, “the number of pathogens passed between a handshake is staggering it’s actually safer to kiss.” and you could tell he was completely serious.

so you shrugged, “okay,” and leaned in to peck his cheek. you saw how derek smiled widely as he shook his head, “told you someone would be bold enough to do it.” reaching out to flick at your shoulder, you swatted his hand away with a frown.

eyes back to spencer, his cheeks turned flushed and his mouth was opening and closing, eyes slightly bugged. “sorry, that was unprofessional of me.” apologizing for overstepping, not wanting him to hate you already.

“no- no it’s alright. just the first to do so, caught off guard.” he smiled nervously, lips quirked. “i- i wouldn’t mind if you- if you kept doing so.” rolling his lips once the sentence settled over the four of you, you smiled back at him.

“looks like you got an admirer, pretty girl.” derek pipped in snapping you from your staring contest with spencer’s profile. you just rolled your eyes to the older man, “guess i know how you feel now, playboy.”

jj pulled you along, “alright, well we have some cases to look over and i’m sure you two have paperwork to fill out, so we’ll see you later.”

“bye pretty ladies,” derek bid you goodbye. you waved at spencer over your shoulder and he held his hand up in reply. you chuckled quietly at his awkward nature.

“by the end of the year, i’m gonna date him.” sounding confident in your statement. you turned to jj and she furrowed her clean brows, “why not sooner?”

“cause i want him to ask me and i know it’s gonna be awhile, but im in it for the long game with boy genius. he’s a special one.”

[toasttt11]

like me

summary: spending the holidays with your future in laws includes having snow ball fights and ending up by the fire with hot chocolate

jack hughes x reader

hhh masterlist

Being able to spend the holidays with family is always really special especially for her as spending the holidays has became something she grown to look forward to with the Hughes since she started dating Jack a few years ago.

They can’t always make it Michigan for the holidays and some times holidays are in New Jersey or Vancouver but what really matters the most is who you are with.

Lucky this year everyone’s schedules align well and they all could be in Michigan on Christmas Eve and Christmas day together. They even all get to celebrate the first Hanukkah together which made the time together even more special.

She got in late on the twenty third with Luke and Jack after the boys game against the Rangers and Quinn got in around the same time.

The four were all exhausted by the time they got back to the house in Michigan and all went to their own rooms.

She cuddled incredibly close to Jack all night always forgetting that Michigan had even colder winters than New Jersey.

By the time they all woke up a little before midday on Christmas Eve there was even more snow and quickly they all got on their snow gear and got outside.

Jack tossed a snowball at Quinn but Quinn turned and the snowball hit his girlfriend right in the face, Jack gasped looking extremely guilty, “Love i’m so sorry-“ Jack’s words were cut off by him getting hit in the face with a snowball.

Luke had thrown a snowball right in Jack’s face, “No hitting my sister.” Luke playfully glared as she laughed standing behind Luke’s extremely tall self.

“She’s my girlfriend!” Jack squawked in offense grabbing more snow in his hands as Quinn laughed at Jack’s face.

“Who you hit in the face!” She pipped in behind Luke grinning as she heard Jack make an offended sound and she peeked around Luke’s arm to grin at Jack.

“Traitor!” Jack playfully declared pointing at his girlfriend trying to hide his fond smile at her giggles.

Quinn smiled as he grabbed a snowball and hit Jack in the face when Jack was distracted and started laughing as Jack whipped his head to him.

“Oh it’s so on.” Jack declared tackling his older brother to the snow making the other two laugh as they enjoyed watching Jack and Quinn play wrestle in the snow.

She decided to plop down into the snow starting to make a show angel and Luke perked up and plopped down next to her making a snow angel too.

“Luke!” She laughed as Luke’s long legs started going through her snow angel.

“Whoops.” Luke sheepishly smiled as he saw he made her snow angels legs disappear.

They were so focused on their snow angels they didn’t realize Quinn and Jack stoooed fighting and now stood over them watching them.

Jack smiled mischievously and leaned down and quickly picked up his girl and gently throwing her over his shoulder making her squeal with laugher and cling to him.

“Jack!” She laughed as Jack pretended to drop her and he smiled at her bright loud laugher, his favorite sound in the whole world.

Jack laughed as she gripped onto him tighter as he spun her around her around even more before gently dropping her onto the snow and landing on top of her.

She laughed loudly as Jack squished her into the snow and started pressing kisses all over her cold cheeks and nose.

Jack finally pressed his cold lips to her cole lips making her hum and grab the back of his head pulling him even closer to her.

Jack flinched back as he got hit in the back of the heart with a snow ball and turned around quickly seeing Luke and Quinn laughing, “Really?” Jack questioned sending them an annoying glance.

Luke and Quinn just shrugged in reply making Jack groan.

“Are you four going to come in?” Ellen leaned on the back door with a fond smile, they have been outside for hours and soon the sun would start setting. It reminded her of the days her three boys would spend all day outside in the snow and on the ice playing together.

Ellen saw Jack lying on top of her in the snow and Luke and Quinn laughing together.

Jack stood up and held out his hands for her to grab and pulled her up out of the snow wrapping an arm around her waist as they walked into the warm house with Luke and Quinn.

“I’m gonna go shower.” She softly told Jack once they got out of their snow clothes and she was soaked and wanted to warm up.

Jack nodded and pressed a kiss to her cheek seeing that she was a lot more wet from the snow than any of them and her hair was really wet.

She headed up to their room and turned the warm shower on and got in sighing in relief at the warmth.

She stood in the shower for a long while just enjoying the warmth.

She got out of the shower in a big towel and smiled seeing that when Jack came up to get changed he left her a pair of his sweatpants, long sleeve shirt and a pair of socks that he put in the dryer for her as they are all very warm.

She happily put the warm clothes on and headed down the stairs seeing all of the Hughes sitting around the couch with the fire on and all of them had hot chocolate in their hands.

Jack looked up and smiled lovingly seeing her walking into the room and held up the side of his blanket for her to sit down next to him.

Jack wrapped an arm around her shoulder tucking the blanket around her and handing her a cup of hot chocolate he made for her.

She sigh happily as she took a sip of the hot chocolate, she always loves when Jack makes her hot chocolate and he always puts lots of marshmallows and candy canes.

She laid her head on his shoulder and Jack leaned down pressing a kiss to her head and inhaled realizing she used his shampoo and conditioner.

Jack absolutely loves when she uses his shower things because she smells like him.

“You smell like me.” Jack mumbled against her ear pressing a kiss to the side of head.

She smiled looking at him shaking her head fondly knowing how much Jack loves when she smells like him.

She laid her head back on Jack’s shoulder and smiled contently glad to be with her family for the holidays.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Steadfast 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, power imbalance, obsession, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: King!Bucky Barnes (Medieval AU)

A Knights, Kings, and Knaves Story

Summary: you serve Duke Rogers, but when his friend, the king, takes an interest, you find your work in turmoil.

Note: I’ve wanted to do medieval drabbles for years. I bit the bullet and now we’re all doomed. I was torn on whether to make this one Stucky however… I think Steve deserves a wifey in his own installment.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“A tavern ahead,” the king declares as he slows the horse’s canter. “We should rest lest the bandits be upon us.” 

You shift and bow your head. You hold back from giving his title. “Yes, poppet,” you agree. 

He hums and approaches the low stone wall around the wood and wattle inn. As he does, you catch sight of a young boy sat upon a rootless stump. He looks up as he tucks away the sling in his hands. He approaches the gate as the horse stops at the post. 

“Board for the night. For the beast too,” the king puts on a gruff affectation. 

“No rooms, good sir. Only the loft above the chattel,” the boy replies. 

“You should bring clean hay,” the king stirs beneath his cloak and presents a silver coin. “Feed the beast sweet oats and you will have another.” 

He hands the reins to the stable boy and nudges your hip. He keeps hold of you as he helps you unhook your legs from over the mare and eases you to the ground. He slides off after you. The chestnut horse is led away as your muscles snag and tug. 

The king stretches with a groan then offers his bent arm. You loop yours through in quick acquiescence to his act. You recall the duke’s words. You must keep the king’s true self unfounded, thus you must pretend as he does. 

Inside, the space is dingy with the smell of unwashed bodies and yeasty ale. You follow your escort to the corner and sit with him on the wooden bench behind a table. He crosses his arms over the splintered surface as you wring your cold hands in your lap. 

“Pip,” he sits back, sensing your fidgeting, “are you very cold?” 

Before you can answer him, his large hand is over both of yours. He does not wear his embroidered velvet gloves, rather a leather pair he must have acquired from the stabler. You still and let him warm your brittle knuckles. 

“...it isn’t so bad,” you assure him. You are addled at not addressing him properly. In a castle, that would be an oversight worthy of a switch’s bite. 

He removes his glove and once more clamps down on your hands, “like ice. We must have you a better cloak for the road. Once we dock upon Gander River, the winds will not die.” 

You nod and your brows furrow with a question you dare not ask. It floats away from you as a servant in apron and cap approaches. She offers two flagons and a pitcher. The king demands bread and some hearty stew in exchange for another coin. She goes and he rubs his bearded cheek as he peers around. 

“I will not say much and more about our path, but I do hope you are not prone to seasickness,” he girds. 

You follow his gaze around the lantern-lit chamber. The hearth burns at the other end. You look down at his other hand still upon yours. 

“Come, wife, be close to me,” he says suddenly and you steel yourself as he leans closer. He whispers as he tilts his chin down. “Those who watch must believe we are not who we are. Be not shy with me.” 

He nuzzles your temple and draws away. A fluttery warmth rolls through you. You dip your chin. 

“As you wish,” you abide. 

He reluctantly draws his hand from yours. He pours a cup for each of you, offering the dark ale to you first. You sip and nearly choke upon its wheaty pungency. He drinks without pause and two bowls of soup are set down with heels of thick rye. 

You wait the king to eat first. He takes the bread from before you and splits it, offering you a piece. You accept it and lean forward. You dip the crust into the lumpy stew and stir it. You look at him. He watches you calmly. It will be a long road to be so unsettled. 

You take a bite. He mimics you, stirring the rye through his soup before he indulges. It is blander than the castle fare. You assume the king is not used to such plain sustenance. Merely the scent of the spices they baste upon the noble’s meals is enough to make you salivate. 

“Be mindful, little one,” he warns as he squints over his bowl. 

You follow his gaze. A man stares back but not at the king. At you. You shrink down as he sidles closer. 

“You will not leave my side,” he commands. 

You hum and nod, ‘your highness’ teetering on your tongue. You clear your throat, “yes, poppet.” 

“Good pip,” he praises. 

You eat until the bowl is empty. Food is food, you do not mind the staleness of the barley as you gulp from the brim. You wipe your mouth with your sleeve and the king slaps his middle. 

He doesn’t speak as he stands. He takes your hand and draws you after him. The shadows flicker on the wall as you hide from the glances in your direction. Road-weary men are the villains of many whispered tales. 

The king brings you into the night and the boy sits on his stump, hunched beneath a wool cloak.  

“Is the loft ready?” The king asks. 

“Horse fed,” the boy assures and receives another coin. 

The king guides you to the stable. The stink would be repulsive to many unused to it. The droppings and horse-sweat do not bother you much. He slides shut the door and leads you to the ladder’s feet. He urges you up first, hands on your hips until you mount the first rung. 

He climbs up after you and pulls the ladder with him. Only the moonlight lights the space through the slats of wood. You crawl around in the fluffed hay as he bends beneath the slant of the roof. He unhooks his cloak and comes close. He surprises you as he sits next to you. 

He turns and lowers himself upon his side. He drags you close to him and fans his cloak over both of you. You shiver against his warmth. He nestles into you and rests his chin on your crown. 

“We will be off before the sun is here,” he bids as he holds you snug. “Sleep, my pip.” 

[colonel-calebs-wife]

🔞Minors do NOT INTERACT! 🔞

Themes: Jealousy, dominate MC, submissive Caleb, oral, P in V, married MC x Caleb, unprotected sex, Pet names- Pip-squeak, Miss Enforcer, Lovely Enforcer, use of curse words like whore

Prompt: Mc x colonel Caleb but they're married and Mc is jealous bc he's been receiving alot of attention from the new cadets. Mc claims him and she has control over him to show them that he belongs to her. + submissive Caleb

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Caleb’s new cadets were celebrating their first successful mission. It perfectly coincided with the autumn banquet that Caleb invites you to every year. All the military officers were allowed to bring their spouses on the airship for their celebration. You were excited to meet his new cadets and see old friends.

You arrive earlier than expected, excited to surprise Caleb you don’t announce your arrival. You drop off your things in his room, and head down to the cafeteria. You see him at the table where the other high rank officers are on the other side of the cafeteria, you decide to sneak around the outskirts of the tables to avoid being spotted. While walking over you overhear some new cadets and hear “Ugh Colonel Caleb is so handsome”.

Curiosity, and a bit of jealously, get the best of you. So you decide to sit in a vacant seat one table over.

“It’s a shame he’s married.” Cadet one huffs.

Cadet two exclaimed “That doesn’t mean anything! You know how many officers are on their second marriages? And to their former cadets!”

Cadet one warns“I think it’s a bad idea, I can’t lie.”

“Bad ideas are how memories are made! I can’t get him out of my mind. I can just imagine what he’s like in the bedroom, dominate just like he is on the base! He doesn’t take orders from anyone, it’s so sexy.” Gushes Cadet two.

“So are you really gonna do it???” Cadet one excitedly ask.

“Yes! After he leaves to the banquet I am going to sneak into his office and put my confession on his desk!” Cadet two exclaims.

Well that won’t do. You think to yourself. I think I need to teach this little Cadet a lesson about disrespecting a marriage.

After meeting up with Caleb and his friends and chatting for a bit, Caleb returns to his office, to finish up some paperwork. He comes out the office to find you wait for him down the hall.

Caleb walks toward you and says“I hope you weren’t waiting too long Pip-squeak”before leaning in and giving you a kiss. Out of the corner of your eyes you see that little Cadet going into his office.

You grab Caleb’s arm, and pull him towards his office. “Woah! What’s going on Pip-squeak?”

“I missed you and I can’t wait another second” you tell him while slowly opening up the door of his office. You can hear the Cadet scurrying under his desk.

You look at Caleb and command him,“Lock the door”

Caleb imminently reply’s “Yes Miss Enforcer” while latching the door shut.

A mischievous grin forms on your face, looking at Caleb and praising him “Good boy.”

You come over and sit on-top of the desk, you can only imagine the panic that the young cadet must feel at this moment.

“Eat” you command, as you open your legs to reveal your bare cunt underneath your dress.

“At your command my Lovely Enforcer” Caleb gets on his knees, and uses his tongue to circle your clit. The warmth of his tongue feels so good, you grip his hair, pushing his head deeper into your cunt. The sensation of his tongue, spelling out your name. Sucking on your clit. It feels so good you almost cum on the spot, you grab his head and pull him away.

You instruct Caleb to “Open up your pants and go sit on your chair.”

Caleb walks toward his desk, and pulls out the chair. He opens up his pants to reveal his fully erect cock. Pre-cum already dripping out the tip, it’s obvious how much sexual pleasure he got from eating you out. He sits down eyes locked on you.

You make your way over to him, grabbing his throbbing cock, and slowly stroking it. Without breaking eye contact, you instruct him to“Keep it hard so I can cum, you’re not allowed to cum until I tell you, and that’s only after I cum first. Do you understand Colonel?”

Caleb is hardly able to breath, the sensation of your warm soft hands wrapped around his cock, was heavenly. He forces himself to answer“Yes… Miss Enforcer, please use me to cum… My… my body is yours.”

“I know it is. Do as you’re told and I’ll make sure you feel good too.”

“Thank you Miss Enforcer.” Caleb’s eyes lit up after hearing this.

You make sure to position yourself perfectly so that the little whore hiding under the desk can see you. Mounting Caleb’s erect cock. Slowly sliding down it inch by inch, hearing Caleb moan the deeper he goes inside of you.

The feeling of his cock filling you up, makes you moan too. You grind on him, to stimulate your clit. You grab his hands and place them on your ass, Caleb grips them, knowing this was your way of telling him to grope and slap your ass just the way you liked it.

You move up and down his cock, arms wrapped around his shoulder. His moans muffled by your hungry kisses, bitting his lower lip whenever you pulled away for a breath. You can feel his cock throbbing inside of you. Only amplified by the ripples of shock sent up your body every time he slapped your ass. The sound only making you wetter, and mixing with the obscene noises produced by your love making.

The stimulation becoming too much for you to handle, your head jerking back as you moan his name “Caleb, ugh… cum with me! Fill me up!”

At your command, you feel Caleb’s hot semen filling your womb. The sweet sensation amplifies your own orgasm, drenching him in your juices.

“You were such a good boy today Colonel, here’s your reward.” You get up and collect the mixture of both of your fluids from your cunt. “Open up”

Caleb opens his mouth and you stick your fingers in. His eyes looking up at you as his tongue dances circles around your fingers. Making sure to suck up every drop of his reward. You remove your fingers and look at the sloppy mess of a colonel sitting in front of you.

Between pants, Caleb looks at you with his big purple puppy dog eyes and says “Thank you Miss Enforcer, I only serve you.”

You can only image the face that that stupid little Cadet must be making having watched and heard all of this. You can’t help but smile, grabbing Caleb’s face and kissing him once more before getting ready to leave. You lead him out, turning the corner. Then tell him “I forgot my purse wait here.”

You head back to see the poor little Cadet walking down the hallway. Her head down and tears dripping from her eyes. Holding a ripped envelope that you only can assume was her confession. You walk pass her, and can’t help but chuckle.

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[edenspoem]

kneeling for her ⋆ | ellie williams headcanons

༺ ellie x fem!reader sucking her strap hcs/scenario! ༻ ☽𖤐☾

(ellie image from kittaeria on pinterest)

✧˖ ° 🕯 bright blessings!

AN: had the most random scenario blossom in my head yesterday so i wrote it per usual, went a lil more risqué with this one 😜at least to my standards

cw/tags: NSFW!! SMUT!! MDNI!! ellies a lil goofy in the beginning, blunt/straightforward-ish reader, not a fully wrote out fic, small time skips, sitting on lap, cursing, takes place in jackson but not specified to be before seattle (readers choice) soft-dom leaning ellie (except maybe less soft in one instance, nothing rough tho), guiding you verbally and with hands, praises, petnames; (good girl, baby, slut) sucking/choking on strap, clit stim (giving) strap-vag insertion, flatiron position, rewarding, gripping head/hair, deepthroating.

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setting the scene

༻⛧one dusty orange sunset, cooped up in ellie's makeshift 'garage house' relishing a simple meal she whipped up for the both of you, albeit can you really classify her attempts at the art of culinary as five-star cuisine? regardless, the two of you slumped into the gray sofas' sufficient padding and dined like kings; in apocalyptic standards. no conversation had been rustling the space between you until a rather, interesting, unordinary, dare say- scandalous? scenario had implanted its peculiar self into your thoughts.

"hey babe?" you quell the silence, tone arching in curiosity.

"mhm?" ellie garbled through shut lips, chowing down her food.

"you know.. we should- try something new-"

"ooh~ like what?" she instantaneously hunches her back closer to you and tosses her barren plate aside, avid to hear your words go from mind to mouth. she invariably dotes on your ideas.

"uh- it's like.. related to.. bed stuff."

"like sleepin- wait! can we pleaaasee build a display shelf for my comic books above my bed-"

"ellie." 

"sorry." ellie, even being an adult, is still crazy about her long-kept hobbies.

"uh- anyways. I'm talking 'bout like.. sex." you impenitently tell.

her eyelids dim, sloping her head to the side in adorned interest, "sex? that's one way to ask."

"no ..seriously, I have an idea.." you stow the plate atop a stubby heap of books, conveying a genuineness in your stare.

ellie sails her tongue briskly through her lips, anchoring her torso back onto the sofas' arm, lengthening her legs out with a faint bend at the knees. her palm drops to her thigh, patting it twice.

 "c'm over here." she coaxes sweetly with an alluring gaze, imbued with a pip of power in her vowels.

a suffuse of blush overlies your midface, crawling your body towards her beckon.

her hands steady your hips down on her lap, finding refuge on the back of your thighs thereupon settling.

"what's the idea, then?" the moods' been shifted, emanating one of sensuality.

you nestle near her headspace, whispering, "y'know ur' strap?"

"yeah.." ellie likes where this is leading, clearly by her rapt smirk and tune of chords rising in tempt.

"what if I sucked it?"

⛧ oh boy, that set off a night she wouldn't be forgetting for the inbound days ahead. immediately you found yourself levitating up from the couch by her arms and bouncing on the mattress. a makeout session leads to fated stripping and now, your kneeling in front of her at groin-level and a hunter green mass protruding towards your nose bridge.

her optics glare down at you, the sight of you so keen and willing to do this. sure, it's not the real thing but the sight should and will be fucking exhilarating. 

"c'mon, what're you staring at?" ellie's hand gently smacks your cheek and splinters your blurry-minded trance.

you deduct a reply from your mouth, instead, taking a solid grasp of the strap and wrapping your lips round' the tip, all while preserving unwavering eye contact.

"shit.." 

her hands ease and twine the locks on each margin of your head, massaging the pads of her fingertips tenderly. her arousals' climbing new peaks every second at this rate. she presses her pelvis further upon your lip, steering you to open up.

your lips part and welcome the rotund tip in, stroking along your front teeth. the weak grasp on your head pushes the strap languidly to a greater extent that bounds it to the back wall of your throat.

"ach-" you jab out a cough.

"good girl, take that shit in.." 

⛧she's one to be in control, but it's nothing rough. her hands guiding you back n forth gently as the strap summons spurts of tickles in your throat each time it prods the back of it. it'd be far enough to chafe the hilt against her clit, per usual any time she wears the contraption, so you'd always hear quaint whimpers, curses, groans, etcetera, from above.

"mhh~ fuuhhhhckkkk.." ellie draws out a long euphoric groan, straining her neck back and exposing the mild protrusion of her adam's apple.

catching up with the motion, you begin bobbing your head on your own accord. her hands dull their hold and hover above, letting you work your utter sorcery, mouth wide open and drooling for her.

her head recoils down, "such a slut- oohh~ fuck.." 

⛧again, she's not rough without consent and a special occasion, but she'll clutch your hair firmly enough. to you, it's like her non-verbal sign that says 'go faster'.

thrusting your head faster, her own moans begin to burgeon and crowd the room over your sucking and popping noises. she looks so fucking hot from your angle, a clement sweat, fucked out face, leaning slightly back so her pelvis projects closer to you, a solo hand supporting on the back of her thigh, the other latched onto the apex of your head and knotting strands of hair around her fingers. it's all getting to you. 

"oh- baby, fuck- keep goin'n.. uhn- shit!" the climax augmenting within her hips jitters the shit out of her knees, begging to just buckle underneath her and collapse on the bed.

"gh- hn.." your words fumble around ellie's cock, still putting your all into pleasing her. adding a grip on the strap and stroking it was endgame for her, the adjoined knocking against her swelling bud ruined her.

⛧ellie's definitely more of a groaner and a huffer when she comes, it's not growling level but it's certainly not fake exaggerated ones.

⛧i think she's also the type who'd want you to come as well, like, there is not a single night where she's the only one getting pleased, she has to see you unravel and lose your shit under her.

"stop, baby- stop.." ellie hastily hushes through heaves of breath, pulling your head from the strap to which it springs off your lips.

"huh..?"

"m'not cummin' without you- fuck.." her fingers take a grapple at your jaw, guiding you up onto your feet.

you give her a blank stare until it's washed away with a surprised one as you're cast onto the bed, stomach down, ass up. she shambles over you and flattens you out till your hips settle in the cloudy mattress.

she mounts your thighs and inclines her crotch to yours, slowly inserting into your cunt from the back. her nails chisel into your plush hips, thumbs notably indenting on your ass.

"oh-my gmm.. ellie.." 

"god damn-" she mumbles to herself, cuffing out a quick chuckle, "you earned this.." positively rewarding you for your work.

insert a loooong night spent railing.

⛧random conclusion hc but I feel like in this position where she's behind you she'll litter you with kisses and bites on your shoulder-neck region, especially for being so good and disposed for her. 

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MASTERLIST

[dark-night-hero]

"Hey isn't that-?" "Shhh!" "What? What! Isn't that Mich-!" "You think I don't know? Just keep your voice down if you don't want to get kicked out." "W-what?" "The owner of the Cafe." The girl utter as her eyes trail on the figure in a kitcken apron now emerging out of the kitchen with a tray of freshly baked dessert in it, carefully putting it on the display stand. "And Michael Kaiser" The girl now looking at Michael Kaiser who finally looked up from his phone and is now looking at the owner with intense yet gentle gaze. "Were lovers." "No shit."

"Sorry, did you wait too long?" You asked as you went out of Cafe back door, now dressed in a casual attire as you finally manage to close the Cafe after a long day of work and baking. You did not hear your lover reply causing you to look up and there he was looking at you. "Let's go." He spoke nonchalantly but did not forgot to reach out a hand for you to take in which you did not dare not take. Wrapping one hand into his arm, with the other reaching out for his hand as you cuddle close to him. "Are you cold?" "No." He replied softly.

Imagine walking in the midst of the buzzing city of Berlin, the two of you walk hand in hand. Already on your way at home to get some rest when the two of you happened to come across an old alley. "This bring back memories." You chuckle, eyes glancing over the alley. "Hey remember when we were children, no one was really with me at home so I got into baking. Then I happened to bring some with me in my room and forgot it was pipping hot I have no choice but to put it on the window and went back into the kitchen and by the time I come back for it, it was missing."

Imagine the way Kaiser hummed, his blue eyes glancing over the alley. "So? What happened to it?" "To that tart?" You pause like you thought for a moment before smilling sheepishly. "I don't know, I thought it was just a rat. Turns out the theft was a very cute boy." You chuckle. "To be honest at first I was mad but then I have come into conclusion that maybe my tart was just that good he couldn't help but to stole it." "Quite a narcissistic claim." Kaiser spoke with a small smile that was hidden by the shadow of the night, keeping you close to him.

"Oh! I'm sure he loved it. I always left a piece by my window whenever I make an extra piece and its always gone by the sec I look away." He just humm in return. "I always try to get a glimpse of him but its annoying how I never got to see him until I got sick one day." You smile at the memory and cuddle more into him, heck if only you could stuff your self into his arms you would. "Are you cold?" He asked. "No, I just want to be close to you." You smile at him. "You know, I really thought I was gonna die back then. I have no one around me and I was getting delirious because of the fever." Then you pause, earning a look from him and to stand on your toes for a kiss. "Thank you."

"Well my baker is going through something, I don't wanna loose them over a goddamn fever." "But I heard later on you got in trouble with the nearby pharmacy." "Is that why you started handing over a bigger portion of the pastry?" "..." "Is that also the reason why you had given me that letter?" "Idunnowhatyouaretalkingabout." He just humm in return, a smirk tugging his lips as the two of you finally reach the building where his penthouse was, something that was once within out of reach.

Imagine in the midst of the peaceful dinner, "if I had known you were coming home early I would have gone grocery shopping. Do you know how shocked I was to see you sitting in there earlier? I thought I was hallucinating." "Why would you even hallucinate? Did you started missing me so bad you started to make up an imaginary version of me? For someone who told me they wouldn't miss me even if I was gone for a whole year, you're quite the clown." "The real clown is you in that neo ego-" You were cut off with a spoonful of meal as he glare at you causing you to burst into laughter. "Oh my goodness Michael, you're still not over it?"

Imagine it was late at night but there you are, baking for some dessert which is now laidnto rest in the oven as you sat by the kitchen counter, legs dangling as you humm into a familiar tone. "Is it still not done?" "It'll be done 5 minutes." You did not turn around, not when you can hear his footsteps approaching you. "Miss me already?" You smile as you pull him in embrace, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Hah- you wish." "What a shame, I was baking your favourite along with tarts. I guess I'll just have to give-" You were cut of with a kiss. "You wouldn't dare." "Try me, Michael."

"Hey Michael, do you still have the letter I give you?" "..." "Do you still have it?" "No." "You hesitated." "No." "You still have it." "No." "Michaellll." "Let's go to sleep." "But-" "Good night Schatz." "..." "Goodnight Michael. Ich liebe dich." "Ich liebe dich auch, süße träume, mein Schatz."

Dear stranger,

Let's fill these days with the kind of joy and desserts we'll remember forever. Let's make this a great childhood memory, one we'll cherish for years to come.

I'll make more desserts in the future so feel free to drop by anytime. Thank for the last time. Also, can you tell me your name next time?

From your friendly baker neighbour.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

: You see, I'm trying to learn german.

: Also, this imagine is dedicated to @yumiko0987 , thank you for the prompt ideas and I'm really sorry this one took so long 🙏

[awionetka]

𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞! ➢

3, 2, 1, go! love and deepspace boys become street racers (while possibly romancing you in the process)...

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫: slight angst (?), drabble. street racer!Caleb x reader. they're estranged childhood friends with inconsistent communication, he's not abusive btw... bear with me on this one, there IS hope at the end of the tunnel!

𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 / 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 / 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥 / 𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬 / 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛

𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠…

➢ killing me; conan gray

➢ closer to you; jungkook, major lazer

➢ sour candy; lady gaga, blackpink

"...in the streets of Linkon City. Our experts agree that it has become a rather serious problem. Who is going to protect us from such dangerous activities when we don't even know who to look for?"

The evening discussion panel you'd turned on mixed with the vinyl record you put on in your bedroom, creating the perfect background noise for you current endeavours. Humming absentmindedly at Tara's words, you flipped through the pile of clothes growing dangerously with each rejected outfit.

"Yes. Well... It is best to remember that we, as Linkon citizens, are being thoroughly protected by police forces. We shouldn't act rashly here, especially when it comes to such important matters as illegal racing, oftentimes held purely for monetary gain. Such environments could be dangerous to those who have no experience in the matter. However, when it comes to the identities, there are a couple of things to look out for. Most racers have unique aliases and codenames, ones we can be wary of in our day to day lives. Some of the most infamous ones are, for example, Onyx, Orion, Malamute..."

You returned to the living room once again, this time wearing a different top, twisted phone cord trailing behind you like a puppy with attachment issues.

"I just don't know, Tara, this doesn't look... Ehh, I don't know." You sighed, holding up two skirts in front of you while your friend tried her best to advise you over the phone. "What's that? Oh, just the TV. Hold on, let me switch it off. Yeah, so, like I've been saying..."

Suddenly you paused, turning away to face your front door.

"You're here!" You smiled brightly, already halfway there, but then stopped abruptly at Tara's words. "Oh... I hope it's not another noise complaint..."

Not expecting much, since it was, in fact, a late Thursday evening in a building full of the elderly and families with young children, you took a half-hearted glance through the peephole.

But what you saw, who you saw, on the other side of the door, made your blood run cold.

"It's... It's..." you attempted to give Tara an explanation, but then the person standing in the corridor spoke up, voice muffled by the barrier between you.

"Hey, Pipsqueak..." He cleared his throat and you pressed your forehead to the door. "I... I came to talk. Yeah? I'm sorry about last time, it was never my intent to upset you."

"Well, too bad," you replied before you could stop yourself, already full of annoyance. "Because you did, Caleb. What do you want now?"

You didn't look through the eyehole again, you couldn't make yourself to do so. But you saw him in your mind, shoulders relaxing slowly at the sound of your voice, that you decided to respond to him, even like this, even angry.

"Just to talk. I couldn't call or text you for some time. I just want to... see how you're doing."

Still on the phone with Tara, you placed it carefully on the shelf next to you, not hanging up. Just in case.

"I'm doing fine," you quipped back, but your resolve had already begun to falter. You missed Caleb terribly, the tone of his voice, that roguish glint in his eyes. How he brought you cute keychains from his travels and let you crash at his place when you didn't want to be alone. How he held you in his arms when you cried, gentle and reassuring, yet still at some sort of distance. Even if shortly afterwards he didn't text you back for ten days.

"I'm– I'm glad, Pips." Pause, brief. Then, "Will you let me see you...? Just for a minute. Please."

You glanced over at your phone, laying screen up on the shelf. Tara had texted you, mindful not to make herself known by speaking up, and asked if you'd be okay. Biting your lip, you replied, promising to give her a call as soon as he leaves. You hoped that'd be soon. You hoped she'd come over soon too.

"Okay..." you muttered cautiously and then ended the call. "Just... give me a second."

Hurrying back to the living room, you grabbed one of the skirts that were thrown on the couch, hastily putting it on so Caleb wouldn't see you basically half-naked. He waited patiently until you opened the door for him and scooted to the side to let him pass.

"Hi," he muttered breathlessly, hands twitching at his sides as he took in your figure. "You... going anywhere? I hope I'm not an inconvenience."

There was a gentle smile on his lips, one you felt you hadn't seen for centuries. Aside from that, Caleb looked as Caleb-ish as ever; broad shoulders, bright, attentive eyes and messy hair, now slightly overgrown as you were always the one to cut it. His arm brushed yours when he entered your apartment and he tensed.

"No, it's fine." You closed the door behind him without locking it. Just in case... "So...? Are you going to tell me where the hell you were last time we were supposed to hang out?"

"Pipsqueak..."

A single laugh escaped your chest, more akin to a bark. "Don't 'Pipsqueak' me, Caleb. It's a simple question. I would like to hear a simple answer."

He leaned against the built-in closet, respecting your privacy and not moving from the spot by the entrance. As his head hit the wood with a dull thud, you noticed a wide stripe of gauze sneaking past the hem of his jacket, right at the base of his neck. If Caleb noticed you staring, he decided not to mention it.

"It's... not as simple as I'd like it to be." There was a certain amount of defiance in his voice, one you knew almost too well. "I can't– I couldn't contact you. The matter was out of my hands."

"Caleb, you stood me up!" you pointed out, refusing to meet his eyes, even when he slightly bent over in order to see you better. "Do you even know how long I waited for you back then? I've always known you were busy but this? And then you wouldn't answer my calls, wouldn't text me back? For a second I... I thought something had happened to you."

It seemed like your sudden confession made Caleb, in some wicked and unexplainable way, more upbeat than just mere seconds before. He reached out, but not even to touch you, just to hover. "I wish I could tell you more, so you wouldn't worry..."

"Worry?!" Now, that pissed you off. How would someone who clearly didn't give a damn about you make you worry for him? "You worry about yourself for once, Jesus fucking Christ. Where the hell were you, where you couldn't find two fucking minutes to send me a text?!"

"Pipsqueak–"

Waving him off, you stormed off into the living room, not wanting him to see how emotional it all made you. It took Caleb a moment to follow, quietly and cautiously, as though he was approaching a wild animal. The couch dipped slightly when he sat down at its edge.

"You used to be different," you whispered, more to yourself than to Caleb, really. "We used to be different. There wasn't a single thing we wouldn't talk about. You know there wasn't. And now... It feels like I don't even know you anymore, Caleb."

You looked up to face him, now wide eyed and tense as he stared back. A speck of dust flew in between you, illuminated by the cabinet lamp.

"I don't even know you."

There was a long moment of silence after that. Caleb appeared to be thinking about what to tell you and you, well, you were done talking. You couldn't keep wasting words on those who wouldn't give you any in return.

Suddenly he stood up, shoulders slumped forward, like a long forgotten puppet. Not even looking at you, let alone saying anything, he turned around yet again and made his way to the door.

You sighed. Deeply, unashamedly. With relief.

But then, just when you thought it would all end like this – with Caleb letting you have the last word. Leaving you behind, finally, for good.

He spoke.

Quietly, utterly devoid of emotion.

"I was in jail."

Your breath hitched. "I... I– W-What...?"

"They didn't have any usable evidence," he continued, still turned away, still at a distance (just in... case?). "So they let me go. I didn't want to call. You'd know. You'd know where it was coming from."

"Caleb..." You didn't even notice when you got up from the couch and walked close enough to feel the faint smell of gasoline lingering around him. "What have you done...?"

He glanced at you above his shoulder, smirking. "Don't worry 'bout it. Soon all of it will be gone. Everything will be just how it used to."

And before you could think of anything suitable enough for a reply, he left, closing the door behind him so delicately, you didn't even hear it click.

The air seemed hot that night, sticky. The fact that it was so horrendously crowded too, obviously didn't help and if it weren't for his height, Caleb wouldn't even have anything to breathe with.

He wanted to go home.

Real home, not the college dorms or even that cold, rigid apartment he was renting. You. He wanted, no, he needed to be where you were, see what you saw, hear what you heard. There wasn't a day he didn't spend cultivating the slightly blurred image of you he kept safely in his mind.

But what you told him just a few days before...

Caleb shook his head, as if to physically get rid of whatever resided inside of it at that time.

The past was just that – the past. For a reason, too. If he was to be present in your life still, he would have to earn his spot.

And he was willing to do anything for that to happen.

His racing team was almost finishing up, so Caleb decided to take a quick stroll through the garages. Being observant came naturally to him, so he oftentimes used those moments to spot his rivals' weakest points. That, plus the change of scenery helped him clear his mind, at least a little.

That night he would be up against five other drivers. Plenty of people to beat, but Caleb wasn't exactly a newbie, so he had calculated his chances as pretty high. High enough, he hoped at least. He was also competing with Sage and that was something he wasn't anticipating in the slightest.

Leaning against the garage doors, he observed, taking notice of anything out of the ordinary or potentially dangerous. Sage's Mitsubishi, a Toyoya, two Hondas. The last one was apparently a Mustang but Caleb was yet to see it with his own eyes, so he recoiled from making any rash assumptions. The crowd was vibrant and ever-present, adding to the unique flavour of Linkon's underground scene. There were also many teenagers, something Caleb had noted with confusion, as those who were underage had a way harder time getting in. And right next to a couple of school kids, stood a group of people not too much older, talking excitedly and trying to appear seasoned.

Caleb smiled to himself.

A part of him wished hypocritically that cops would swarm the place that night, making a whole show of cuffing people left and right, just to make those who didn't belong stay away afterwards. It was horrible of Caleb to think that way, considering he had to start somewhere too, but in all honesty he didn't wish his life on anybody. So, in a way it was justified, at least to some extent.

The start of the race was approaching and Caleb was almost about to go back to his trusted Subaru, when two more people with colorful drinks in their hands joined the group he previously observed.

The guy was relatively tall, a little lanky and wore a hoodie with a giant bird on the back, a raven maybe, or a crow. His eyes would shine whenever he looked at the girl beside him and it was clear as day that he was waiting for the right moment to make a move. She was chatting, gesturing animatedly and making him laugh in the process. He bent down to hear better, resting his hand on her hip.

And the girl... The girl was you.

[albertasunrise]

Work Wife - Four

Masterlist

Summary: Working as a Secretary at Miller & Sons Construction, you fall hopelessly in love with the eldest son Joel. What you don’t realise is that Joel’s completely in love with you too. What will it take for the two of you to realise whats’s right in front of you?

Pairing: Young Joel Miller x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3, I choose not to give any so the plot isn’t spoiled. This fic is 18+ (So, managed to get this finished before my trip this weekend! I hope you all enjoy and don’t forget to share and comment 🥹♥️ I love hearing what you all think 😘)

Series Masterlist - One Two Three

Joel sat beside his daughter's cot silently sobbing to himself, allowing the guilt he felt for how he'd shouted at you to eat him alive. He hadn't meant any of it. Not a single word. Now, the image of your face after he'd said those cruel words haunted him.

It had been three days since your argument. Sarah was a little improved yet the doctors were still concerned. Her tiny body was doing its best to fight but was just so weak. The nurses were kind to him. Ensuring he ate and sent him home when he needed sleep, always promising to call him if anything changed. But the person he was most desperate to see was still nowhere to be seen. Not that he had told you what hospital Sarah was at or even hinted at wanting you to come. He'd made it pretty clear the other day that he didn't.

...

"Why the long face Pip, sweetie?" Asked Mrs Miller as she placed a steaming mug of tea beside you.

You had been quiet for a few days and she was worried. After racing back to be with Joel, she and her husband were taking turns to keep an eye on things at the office and stay at home with Tommy.

"I'm fine Mrs Miller." You replied, trying to make yourself sound believable.

"Pip darling if-"

"How's Sarah?" You asked, desperate to change the subject and learn about how the little baby you'd come to love so dearly was doing.

"Have you not been to see her?" She asked, her dark brows drawing together.

"Oh, no..." You trailed off, looking down at the mug now in your hands "Joel doesn't want me there."

"What are you talking about." The older woman pressed "Of course he would want you there."

"He told me differently." You mumbled, trying to fight back the tears that started stinging your eyes as you remembered what he had said to you.

"Pip, what's going on with you and Joel?"

"Nothing's going on."

"I wasn't born yesterday dear." Mrs Miller chuffed "He's a mess... and not just because Sarah's sick." She continued and you looked at her with a mirroring look of concern "You have been looking miserable for days. You haven't been to the hospital so clearly something happened between you."

You looked back at the mug in your hands for a moment, pondering over how much you should tell her. She had been so good to you since your own mother had passed away.

"We had a fight." You confessed, "I have been seeing someone for a few weeks and the morning Sarah got sick Joel called me, the guy answered and hung up on him."

"Oh." The older woman replied as she perched on the edge of your desk.

"I went round the following morning and Joel arrived shortly after me." You continued, pausing to take a sip of your tea "He told me what happened but... well he got angry with me for not answering the phone when he needed me... I did promise that I would be there for him day or night and I wasn't... I let him down."

"You did nothing of the sort." Mrs Miller asserted "Joel's a good boy. He's a great father to Sarah and he's done a fine job running this company but he's also still a boy.

"We forced him to grow up so quickly."

"You're both amazing parents to Joel and Tommy." You defended and Joel's mother chuckled.

"Thank you dear but no parent is perfect." She replied, taking a long pull of her own mug of tea "I know he'll never forgive me for telling you this but... Joel's been smitten with you since the day you started here."

"Sure." You snorted, surprising yourself with the sound.

"It's true!" You rolled your eyes at the older woman's statement but she pushed on "The boy is just hopeless at expressing how he feels. Always has been but he takes after his father in that respect." She chuckled and you smiled at her reaction "Go see him. I know he would like to see you."

"I don't know-"

"Okay, go see Sarah then." She said softly as she placed her hand on yours and gave you a sweet smile "I'll go with you. Just in case he decides to act like a typical man." She finished with a wink.

You smiled and nodded as you said "Okay. We can go after work."

...

"You have some visitors." A nurse said softly a few hours later, pulling Joel from his pit of self-loathing.

"Who is it?" He asked as he scraped a hand over his tired face.

"Your mother and someone else." She replied and he nodded, his heart speeding up as he looked towards the door, waiting for his mum and this other person to emerge. Praying it's you.

His heart skipped a beat when his prayers were answered.

She appeared first, followed by you poking your head in first then locking eyes with him. In a moment fueled purely by instinct, he was out of his chair and scaling the room in a few long strides. Pulling you into a tight hug, he buried his face into the crook of your neck and sobbed.

"I'm sorry." He choked and you held him back, burying your fingers into his thick curls and scratching his head affectionately "I didn't mean it... None of it."

"I know." You cooed as you squeezed him tighter, eyes shifting to Joel's mother as she smiled at the two of you "I'm sorry I wasn't there."

"You have nothing to be sorry for." Joel said as he shook his head "You've done so much for us... I was being a jealous asshole and-"

He stopped dead upon realising what he'd just confessed. Your eyes widened as the two of you just stared at each other.

"I'll give you two some privacy." Piped up Mrs Miller and you both looked at her a moment, the woman grinning like a cat that got the cream.

When the door clicked shut, the two of you were left alone again, just the beeps and clicks of the machinery in the room filled the tense atmosphere.

"Jealous?" You asked and Joel nodded as he let out a shaky breath "Why were you jealous, Joel?"

"Because I'm in love with you too." He said plainly, no longer wanting to hide how he felt from you.

"Oh."

His stomach dropped. That wasn't the reaction he had been expecting when he decided he'd confess how he felt about you. You looked uncomfortable and the colour drained from Joel's face as he removed himself from your embrace and took a few steps back.

"Oh." He repeated as he chuckled humourlessly.

"Joel-"

"No, it's fine." He said, waving you off "I left it too long and you've moved on. I understand."

"No... Joel its not that... it's just..." You trailed off, unsure how to say what you needed to say without hurting him "I do still love you." You confirmed, stomach tightening at the look of hope that then lit up Joel's features "But it's clear that we aren't good for each other."

That hope vanished as quickly as it appeared.

"Pip-"

"We just keep hurting each other Joel. Not on purpose but, it keeps happening all the same."

"But we love each other." He sobbed and you gave him a sad smile.

"Sometimes love's not enough." You choked and he nodded sadly at you "I don't want to lose you, Joel. You're so important to me and I want us to remain friends but I think it's for the best if we both just move on."

"Okay." He managed to choke out, not hiding how devastated he was by this turn of events.

Your eyes drifted to the cot behind him, noting the wires that smothered Sarah's tiny form. You let out a choked sob at the sight of her, looking at Joel and nodding your thanks when he motioned for you to go to her. She was sleeping soundly but her breathing was so strained. There was a tube in her mouth, obviously providing her with sustenance whilst a tiny nasal cannula rested beneath her nose, supplying her with oxygen to help her breathe.

"Oh, baby girl." You cooed, as you stroked her plump little cheek with your thumb "You need to get better... You're scaring us all, but especially your daddy." You said softly as you smiled sweetly at the sleeping baby "You get better and I promise I'll buy you the biggest stuffed bear I can find."

"Do I get a say in that?" Joel pipped up and you looked at him and shook your head.

"No... this between me and Sarah." The smile that spread across Joel's face was magical.

"Fine." He chuckled before sitting down beside you and resting his head on your shoulder, just like he had the first time you met Sarah "But can I at least pick the colour?"

"I'll think about it."

...

Three weeks later...

Monday

"Is that funny little madam?" You chuckled as you fought to change Sarah's nappy "Are you kicking me in the boobies?"

Sarah screeched with delight and gave you a huge gummy smile, bringing a delighted chuckle from you.

"You're lucky you're cute!" You said to her as you finished fastening the nappy and dressed her again.

"She beatin' you up again?" Asked Joel as he walked into the lounge with two mugs in hand.

"She's a little bruiser." You chuckled, accepting the coffee Joel handed you with a smile and a mouthed thank you.

"She's getting stronger every day." Joel beamed and you grinned at him.

It had taken another week and a half before Sarah recovered enough to be let out of the hospital. Since then you had been staying a few nights a week to help Joel out. He had assured you that you didn't have to but you had confessed that you still felt guilty about the phone call incident and despite him telling you over and over that you hadn't done anything wrong, you wouldn't budge.

Ant had been surprisingly understanding. The two of you had practically been in each other's beds every night, unable to get enough of each other. It scared you a little how intense things had gotten between you. You had both agreed it was just casual and that neither of you was looking for a relationship, yet, before this arrangement with Joel you were going out for meals together and practically playing house.

The nights you weren't staying at Joel's you were at his. Your apartment had been lying dormant for a few weeks now. You popped in once or twice to water the plants and to get a change of clothes but you were practically living out of your suitcase.

"Have you and Ant got plans for the weekend?" Joel asked, pulling you from your thoughts.

"We're not a couple, Joel." You chuckled and Joel snorted.

"Could have fooled me."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"So you're not spending every free moment you're not here with him?" Joel asked, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"Yes but-"

"Whether the two of you want to admit it, you're together, Pip." Joel said as he placed his coffee down on the side table and accepted Sarah when you handed her to him.

"To answer your question, no we don't have plans." You said, hoping to kill the conversation of your relationship with Ant dead.

Things with you and Joel had been better in recent weeks and the subject of feelings had been avoided like the plague. You did feel like laying everything out had made things easier. Now you both knew how the other felt, it was easier to navigate what was spoken about around each other. Both of you desperately trying to avoid hurting one another.

"Well, if you're free I thought maybe we could go to the Aquarium. Gloria said it would be a great sensory experience for Sarah." Joel's eyes were the size of saucers as he waited for your reply.

"Isn't that something you do with family?" You ask, feeling like you might be encroaching on territory you weren't welcome in.

"You're as much family as my parents." Joel argued, "You've been the

closest thing Sarah's had to a mum since she was born."

"Joel-"

"If you don't want to come just say." He pleaded and you could hear the hurt in his voice at what he believed was you rejecting him.

"I would love to join you."

Joel's shoulders relaxed and he smiled brightly at you.

"Great. Pick you up at 10?" He asked as he stood to place a now sleeping Sarah in her bassinet.

"Sounds perfect!"

What neither of you knew was that the events that were about to unfold in the remainder of the week that followed would change everything.

...

Tuesday

Joel walked into the office to find your usual seat empty. His brow furrowed as he walked towards your desk, noting that the computer was still powered down and everything was neatly put away. No sign that you had been there at all.

When he poked his head into the break room and saw that you weren't there either his concern grew. It wasn't like you to not turn up to work.

"Hey, Simon." Joel shouted, grabbing the man's attention "Seen Pip today?"

"She called in sick." He replied and Joel's concern grew even more.

You had been fine yesterday when he had seen you last. What had changed between then and now?

He tried to call you that evening but got your answering machine. His worry was then starting to grow into full-blown panic but, he decided to wait and see if you were in the office tomorrow before he turned up at your door.

...

Wednesday

When Joel arrived in the office, again you weren't there. Simon confirmed again that you had called in sick and Joel was then beside himself. He decided that he needed to go by your house and check on you.

So after asking his mother if she could watch Sarah for a few hours that evening, he went to the store and bought you all your favourite things. Hoping that they would cheer you up. Pulling up outside your house, he scaled your yard and sprinted up you porch steps. After a few hard knocks on your door, you answered, looking more than a little worse for wear.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, wrapping your gown around you a little tighter.

"I was worried about you." He answered, readjusting the tote of supplies on his shoulder "Brought you some stuff. Soup, your favourite candy-"

"I don't want to get you sick, Joel." You sighed "Thank you for checking in but just go home."

"Pip-"

"Please." You pleaded and he nodded.

"Okay." He took a step back and placed the tote in front of your door "I'll leave these here."

"Thank you."

He nodded and turned, walking down the steps of your porch and towards his truck, looking over his shoulder to see you grab the bag and close the door.

Something hadn't been right. You had looked like you'd been crying. Had Ant broken things off with you? He just hoped that you were feeling up to speaking to him about it when the weekend came around.

...

Thursday

When Joel walked in and saw that for a third day in a row, you had called in sick again he knew something else was going on. It wasn't like you to be sick for this long and not call him to come over.

You were super clingy when you were ill and he was always happy to oblige you. He loved to take care of you just as much as you loved to take care of him. He was going to check on you again that evening and this time he wasn't going to let you turn him away.

.

You knew you couldn't go on avoiding Joel. When you had called that morning and Caleb answered, he told you that Joel was going out of his mind with worry.

You weren't surprised. This was abnormal behaviour for you and Joel had always been a worrier. You just didn't know how to tell him what the problem really was.

"You feeling okay?" Asked Ant as he sat down next to you and pulled you into a comforting hug.

"Mhmm." You replied, staring at the TV but not taking in what was playing.

"It's gonna be okay you know." Ant piped up and this dragged your attention to him "I know this situation isn't exactly ideal but- "

Ant was interrupted by frantic knocking at your front door.

"Pip. It's me... Please, answer the door... talk to me." Joel said from the other side of the door and you sighed.

"You can't avoid him forever you know."

"Yeah, I know." You sighed, getting up from the couch to answer the door.

Joel was frantic on the other side, his hair a mess from where he had clearly been running his hands through it. He seemed to relax a little upon seeing you but his hackles seemed to rise when he saw Ant behind you.

"Hi, Joel." You piped up, pulling his gaze back to you "What do you want?"

"I want to talk to you." He sighed "I want to check in on my friend who hasn't been at work for three days."

"Joel-"

"I know when someone's avoiding me." He growled out and you felt a pang of guilt pull at you "I have been going out of my mind worrying about you and I have turned up twice to check in... only for you to ask me what I want."

"Joel... I'm just sick." You said, trying your best to sound believable.

"Can I please just come in?" He pleaded and you let out a long sigh before moving aside so he could enter.

He and Ant gave each other a nod in greeting and then the latter put his arm around you and placed a kiss on your temple.

"I'll give you two some space. Grab you some supplies."

"Thank you." You mumbled and he smiled at you sweetly before returning his attention to Joel.

"See you later man." He said, putting his hand out for Joel to shake, giving the man a quick nod when Joel accepted it.

Once Ant had left, you walked to your couch, curling up into the blanket you had departed to answer the door. Joel followed you, sitting in the armchair that sat proudly in your bay window, the two of you sitting in tense silence for what felt like an age.

"What's going on Pip?" He asked breaking the silence, his voice soft and sympathetic.

"Nothing."

This reply earned you an eye roll and you watched as he scraped one large hand over his face before he looked back at you.

"What did I do Pip?" He asked and your heart broke at the crack in his voice "Monday we were making plans to take Sarah to the aquarium and then suddenly you're sick and avoiding me and I just don't get what I did-"

"I'm pregnant!" You blurted out. Unable to cope with Joel blaming himself for your behaviour.

"What?"

"I'm pregnant." You repeated "I woke up on Tuesday and felt awful. Couldn't keep anything down and all these smells that never bothered me before just made me hurl. I thought perhaps I was coming down with something but then the next day I still felt awful.

"So I went to the pharmacy and the pharmacist recommended I take a test. Was positive."

"Is it...?"

"Ant's?" You finished for him and he nodded "Yeah."

"What did he say?"

"Well he was a little freaked at first but it takes two people to make a baby... As you well know." You chuckled but there was no humour in it.

"Is he happy?"

"He asked me to marry him." You announced and all the colour drained from Joel's face.

His eyes widened as he took in what it was that you had just told him. You were pregnant? Were you happy you were having a baby? You didn't seem to be particularly excited about it. Did you want to marry Ant? You had maintained that you had he were just casual. Joel felt sick as all these thoughts raced through his mind.

"And what did you say?" He asked although he didn't really want to know the answer.

"I said yes."

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[rwac96]

Fallout AU

When ruby heard jaune was in patch, she immediately hurried to where jaune was, dragging Oscar with her (she just wants to see and drool all over his T-51 power armor)

(previously)

"C'mon, Oscar!" Ruby Rose shouts, sprinting towards the market where her sister is. "I don't wanna miss this!"

"You mean that T-51 Power Armor?" The freckled farmer inquires as he's dragged along by Ruby.

"Of course!" She says with glee, "It's THE Face of Old World Tech!"

"Uh-Huh," Oscar nods in understanding, "tech mainly used by the Brotherhood of Steel."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

The duo turned their attention to Jaune, dressed in the famous power armor. Ruby lets out a happy squeal, sprinting towards the blonde knight and then running around him. She gawked and fangirled over the armor, while her sister, girlfriend, and the white-haired Vault Dweller stared at the scene unfolding.

"And that's my tech-geek sister, Ruby," Yang gestures to her excited sister with her prosthetic arm. "And the freckled dude is Ruby's boyfriend."

"What?!" Oscar looked in confusion, his cheeks turning crimson.

"YANG!!" Ruby lowered her notepad and pen, glaring at her older sister. "Seriously?!"

"Nice to meet you, too," Weiss said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Weiss," the mutant tribal Blake chided the girl, "be nice."

"Oh," Ruby's silver eyes sparkled as she spotted the Dwller's Pip-Boy. "A Pip-Boy? You're from a Vault!"

"I am," the white-haired traveler replies, rubbing the back of her neck. "Let me guess: It's a marvel of Vault-Tec?"

"Well, that," Ruby answers with a shrug, "and my Mom's from a Vault."

"What?" Weiss looked at the young mechanic with raised eyebrows. "You're descendant from a Vault Dweller?"

[audreythebookworm]

was thinking about pippin today (who's surprised)

and i recalled the scene where gandalf and pippin are riding for gondor, and pippin is asking gandalf about the palantirs and the history of gondor, and gandalf gets tired of answering questions so he tells pippin basically "how many questions are you going to ask kid geeze," and pippin gives a very satire response by replying that he wants to know about every plant and every human and the entire history of middle earth blah blah blah.

that scene means so much to me because (to me) it seems obvious that pippin recognizes he is a curious and reckless hobbit.

obviously in movies its very difficult to show a character's perspective and thought process, so the best you can do is try to express as much as you can through facial expressions and dialogue. that's probably why pippin seems, well, "smarter" in the books. because you know what he's thinking.

to me, pippin is not a silly hobbit who makes too many mistakes. he's very curious and sometimes that curiosity comes with consequences. yes, in the books, he purposefully throws a stone down the well in balin's tomb, just cause he felt it was necessary. it definitely wasn't smart of him to look in the palantir, but for goodness sakes the poor boy was traumatized for the rest of his life because of it. palantirs are powerful seeing stones, so yeah no wonder this curious young hobbit wanted to look into a stone that could show him other places around the world. when sauron got into pip's head, PIPPIN TOLD HIM NOTHING!!! because he knew he needed to protect frodo and sam. he swore to everyone that he would never touch a palantir again. if every palantir was laid at his feet, he promised he would close his eyes and look away.

these are not the actions and promises of a "dumb, annoying" hobbit. the things pippin did in the war of the ring changed the outcome significantly. i could say SO MUCH MORE about this, too. the fellowship needed pippin as much as they needed everyone else.

[seva-over]

HIS VERY HEART

Joshua Graham x reader (romantic)

Warnings: (unresolved?) romantic tension, Joshua having doubts about himself, (a tiny bit of) religious themes, angst with a (kinda) happy ending.

-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ- -ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ- -ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ-

You must have been an angel. With your sharp wit and your burning desire to help, your beautiful eyes and your voice. With the way you’d play your guitar and the way your hair would flow in the wind. The way you’d splash in the water had his heart racing. You were an angel. At least to Joshua.

To say that Joshua was enamored by you would be an understatement. He loved you with every fiber of his being, though he thought himself to be unworthy of you. Every time you spoke to him, it was like he suddenly forgot the constant pain of his burns. You were so sweet and patient with him. The silence between you was always comfortable.

You loved sitting next to him and playing relaxing tunes while he read the Bible or cleaned his many guns. He wanted you to share his last name. He wanted to look at you and see the same love he felt for you in your eyes. Joshua was ashamed of how many times he’d almost called you “wife”.

Radiant. It was one of the many words Joshua could use to describe you. You were the total opposite of the man – sweet, enthusiastic, lively, optimistic. Joshua had never taken himself as the optimistic type. He was a warrior, a leader, a prophet, anything, but not the sweet man you needed. He was not the man you deserved. Or so he wanted to think.

Surely, he realized that your kind gestures – offering to help with his burns, bringing him trinkets because they made you think of him, cleaning the Angel cave – weren’t made to gain his favor. And even though he refused your help most of the time – not out of distrust, but out of fear, – he still respected you. Sometimes, in the dark of the night, he couldn’t help imagining your gentle hands changing his bandages instead of his own rough and calloused ones.

You were so precious to him. He loved the silent company you’d keep him late at night, when most of the Dead Horses were asleep. He could swear you shone every time he spoke to you. Or maybe it was the lighting...

It was a rainy morning when you came to the Angel cave with a full bag slung over your shoulder. You had just gotten a message from your companions, saying you had to return to Mojave quickly. Still, you weren’t one to leave without saying goodbye first. You took off your hat and shook it lightly, the raindrops falling from it onto the cave wall with a soft sound. Fixing your hat back on your head, you made your way further inside. You were met with the comforting sight of Joshua’s residence, but found his usual spot empty. You hummed to yourself and called out his name. No reply. You sighed to yourself.

“Dammit,” you whispered, shaking your head. “Why did he have to disappear now?”

You decided to ask the others about Joshua’s whereabouts. The most you had gotten out of them was “He’s away on an important mission”, and it wasn’t anywhere near enough.

Eventually, you had to go. Your Pip-Boy beeped with another message, Arcade and Veronica rushing you. You clenched your jaw as your said your goodbyes, your eyes darting around in hope to catch any sight of Joshua. But he never appeared to say goodbye. You felt tears building up in your eyes. You wanted to believe that he was just really busy, but something in the back of your mind kept telling you he just couldn’t wait to get rid of you. After all, you were just an annoying courier, bothering him with your unneeded advice.

And so, after bidding farewell to the tribes, you made your way out of Zion. You had to move on.

-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ- -ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ- -ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ-

Just a few hours later, Joshua returned to the Angel’s cave. He was holding a handmade bag, one of your many gifts, filled with flowers. He entered the cave and set the flowers out to dry next to a small lamp, but paused once he noticed something on his workbench. He approached it curiously to find a note. Slowly, he unfolded it, and a small object fell out. Joshua was quick to catch it, and his eyes widened when he saw what the object was.

It was an intricately detailed pendant – your pendant. He opened it with trembling fingers to find a tiny picture inside. It was the one you took of you both. You were smiling in the picture while Joshua sat at his workbench; the way his eyes twinkled when you took the photo told you he was enjoying your company. As Joshua looked at the photo, he remembered your camera. You would always carry it around and take photos of the most absurd things – it was just one of the many things he loved about you. His eyes burned with an unfamiliar sting.

Joshua clutched the pendant tightly as he read the note. It said that you were going back to the Mojave desert and that you were sorry for not being able to say a proper goodbye. It all made sense now. Normally, you’d be at the cave at that time already, telling him stories and playing your guitar. But now, your guitar was examined by the always curious Dead Horses, and you were nowhere to be seen. You were gone.

His gaze traveled to the drying flowers in the corner. He had picked them for you, knowing that you’d love them for your little traveling journal. Joshua closed his eyes. He couldn’t look. He couldn’t look at either gift because he knew you’d left and he wasn’t there to bid you farewell. And so he stood there, clutching the pendant with his eyes shut and his heart aching.

-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ- -ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ- -ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ-

A couple days later, you were surprised to be met with a fellow courier. He smiled as he noticed your clothes – you were just as he was told you’d look. You accepted a small package from him with suspicion. Who could it have been from? When the courier was gone, you headed to the nearest safe building to open the gift.

You entered an empty store, your only source of light being your Pip-Boy. You sat down on the counter and slowly unwrapped the packaging. What you saw inside made you cover your mouth with a gasp.

You were met with the sight of a worn-down Bible. It was old but obviously loved, and you knew whose gift it was. You picked it up with a shaky hand, tears building up in your eyes. The very idea that Joshua would give you his Bible, his very heart… You sobbed quietly, hugging the precious book to yourself. You knew at that moment: he cared. He cared more than any words could ever describe. You were precious to him, and so was he for you. That was when you felt something falling out of the Bible and onto your lap. Confused, you looked down. A dry flower. You opened the book and sure enough, you saw a collection of dry flowers inside. You carefully took one in your hand – a white hollyhock. You wondered to yourself where he could have gotten them, but didn’t dwell on it for too long. The thought that he had gotten those for you was both painful and heart-warming.

Soon enough, you were making your way out of the store. Your expression remained weary, your hands clutching your rifle, but a small tear was drying on your cheek. The Bible was safe in your bag, along with the flowers inside it. You knew now where you’d be going the moment the Second Battle of Hoover Dam was over. But now you had to focus on your task to bring down the Legion and NCR, and free New Vegas.

After all, you couldn’t expect God to do all the work.