#((Finally got around to replying. I caught up on a lot of the drabbles that I had to work on so I have some energy to work on replies))

[penvisions]

how we pass the time {by the grit of sandpaper}

Pairing: Jackson! Joel Miller x Patrol Partner! Reader

Summary: Budding conversations and budding feelings go hand in hand as you begin to spend more time with Joel Miller.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: canon typical language, pining, requited unrequited feelings, heart of gold joel, carpenter joel, woodworking joel, artisan joel, patrol partnership, lots of feelings, joel miller's hands need their own warning, joel is so soft in this, pet names, terms of endearment, SET BEFORE THE FIRST CHAPTER

A/N: the lovely @picketniffler sent in an emoji ask for the final chapter celebration and i ran with the idea (it was only supposed to be a drabble but these two live in my head rent free) ♡♡

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“Reading.” You had replied almost instantly, causing a hearty chuckle to sound from somewhere deep in Joel’s chest. His random question of hobbies barely leaving his plush lips. “I spend a lot of time reading, researching.”

“And what exactly do you research?” He didn’t turn from his survey of the trail ahead of him, the trees thick and dense with summer blooms. You had been with him for a few months now, partnered up as Maria begins to reduce her activities, Tommy wanting to remain as close to her as possible in case anything happened. Due in winter, she was about halfway through her pregnancy, something you were trying to fuel with protein and nutrient dense foods. Things you could make to allow for some hormone control and balance. Hence the research. Any and all books on food and cooking found their way to your doorstep, or were delivered to you by hand from the couple themselves, even a few of the other council members should they need to see if had anything of interest for the whole community first.

Your answer wasn’t as instantaneous. Voice caught in your throat as you took in the rather picturesque view of the man’s broad body atop his trusty stead trotting slowly up ahead of you. His shoulders were swathed in a denim button up, fabric taut over the planes of his shoulder blades, allowing you to see how his back tensed and clenched as Kiana, his favored brown and white patterned horse, tackled the overgrown trail. His hair was shorter, as if he had tried to curb the prevalent heat but it only made the disheveled curls his hair had been in begin to show themselves around the nape of his neck. Sweat beaded up and dampened the denim, no doubt even more noticeable on the tank top or undershirt he donned underneath.

But you hadn’t been so modest today, decked out in a pair of jeans and tank top. The sleeveless top allowed for your arms to feel the embrace of the sun, not quite smoldering but still sweltering. Sweat was surly discoloring the pale blue of it, the tone matching Joel’s attire. He had teased you over it when he approached the stables, you already having prepared the horses for the early morning route. But the grin with his tongue between his teeth had told you had hadn’t really minded, and maybe he had even liked that you had unconsciously matching him…

“Olive?” He turned to you know, one thick brow raised in question. “Heat got ya?”

“No, sorry. Just, taking in the views.”

“Views are pretty good.” His eyes moved over your body, taking in the way the strap of the shotgun was nestled over your chest, the collar of your top low. The shade provided by the wide brimmed hat you favored allowed for your eyes to remain hidden from him, though you were sure he could’ve felt the weight of your staring.

“You said you do a lot of research?” You shook the mental image of you both sprawled out on your couch, you with a book in your hands and a notebook to scrawl notations, him with another or even just content with something playing brightly across the room on your small television. He was so…alluring. His quiet demeanor, his willingness to do what he could to earn his keep in the community, his skills of helping Tommy and the scant crew with construction and home repairs. He had been a there since spring, a part of your life since then. Unwilling to imitate the rest of the town as he noticed how they either ignored your presence or gave you tight lipped smiles in response to your scarce interactions. He didn’t really see you much around town, something you had admitted to not doing much, leaving your house. He must’ve sensed the shift in your mood when he had asked why, moving his focus onto something else.

“Oh! Y-yes, research. O-on the nutrient offerings of food, of how certain crops can be boosted through simple scientific fixes, I work in the gardens a lot, have one in my own backyard.”

“I been reading a lot lately myself.” He turned back to face forward, the column of his neck glistening with a light sheen of sweat. “Also been dabblin’ in woodworking.”

“That’s pre-pretty cool. What made you interested in that, if I may ask?” Silent for a beat, his eyes tracing the way a long limb up ahead shook. Searching for anything that would signal another soul this far into the forest, or if it was just a small animal scurrying as they foraged or fled at the gentle rise and fall of your voices as you shared with one another.

But he was also thinking…picturing you sat beside him in his newly set up work room in his home. The light woodsy, floral scent you seemed to have naturally encompassing him as you watch him walk you through carving and painting the small figures he had begun to sooth his aching hands with. Turning to you, a smile so soft you often aimed at him in full bloom as you relished in sharing his space and the smooth baritone of his voice. He knew you liked it, how it was low and gravely sometimes in the early morning. Coffee smoothing the edges of his sleep and shifting it to velvet that prompted more conversation on the days your eyes dilated upon his arrival at the stables.

“Always so sweet with your questions. Thought we were passed that, I��ll talk with ya. About anything.”

“I really appreciate that, Joel.” You tightened the grip of your hands around the reigns. Thinking about how he didn’t shy away from you like most people, even if he was notoriously hard to connect with when he was out and about in town. So busy at all hours of the day, returning to his home, his and Ellie’s home well into the evening nearly every day. You only noticed because his street was just beyond yours, his large build passing by your windows as you made dinner each night. The urge to call out your open window and offer him a serving always on the tip of your tongue. “It…it means a lo-lot to me.”

“I like our conversations, sweetheart. One of the easiest people to talk to.”

Your breath hitched and you hoped he hadn’t heard it, but the minute swivel of his head to the left told you he had despite his bad hearing in the other. He had only ever called you by your nickname. He only ever called people by the names handed to him along with their introduction. Your skin tingled, pride at earning such an endearment from the man making your head swim and your mind go blank.

“Would love to show you the figurines I make sometime, started it as a way to curb the pain in my aching hands but it’s actually pretty calming.”

“Ye-yeah, I get that. Zone out and create something.”

“Exactly, you got it just right, sweetheart.”

There it was again, the new reference and you felt heat rise up from where it came to live in your chest and up the column of your neck. You…you wouldn’t mind hearing it more or even the invitation to see his home, his work. The niggling feeling of the town taking the occurrence and fueling the fires of gossip surrounding you springing up and tainting the moment. You frowned, not liking that the mere possibility of talk deterred you from the man’s kindness.  

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[therhythmafterthesummer]

Got a case of reaaallly sensitive breasts so !!!

Werewolf chris and nipple play 🐺

funny thing... i already had a drabble with this scenario, so i started tweaking it as soon as i received this ask... now i don't think i can call this a drabble anymore lmao. hope y'all enjoy it.

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series. you don’t really need to read any other instalment to understand/enjoy this piece). | Word Count: ~4k | Themes & Warnings: fantasy/supernatural AU · smut | established relationship | reader is chubby based on former instalments, but there’s no focus on it in this piece · pet names · lots and lots of praising · nipple play · cock warming · interruptions (but it’s fine, i promise) · unprotected penetration [piv. no barrier method used, but the reader is presumed to be on birth control] · creampie.

minors do not interact.

When Chris came home earlier this afternoon, all sad and pouty because nothing seemed to have gone how he wanted it to today, you offered the one thing you knew would help him start improving his mood. 

‘Do you want me to help you find solutions, or do you just want to vent?’ You’d asked him while you prepared some relaxing tea.

‘God, I really just want to vent…’ Chris replied simply, which was perfectly valid.

So he did just that, all while you delicately massaged his broad–and admittedly tense–shoulders, taking the occasional sip of your cups of tea. Chris sat on one of the kitchen stools, and you stood behind him, listening intently to him for as long as he needed you to.

“…But it’s all boring, stupid shit. I know, I know. I need to let it go”, Chris finished his rant with a sigh, tilting his head back to lean it against you.

“It’s not stupid, baby. You’ve got very valid reasons to be frustrated about it”, you moved your hands from where they’d been kneading his shoulders to his hair, so you could caress the soft strands.

Chris immediately closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He was quiet for a while, just enjoying the movements of your fingers against his scalp.

“Thank you, love”, he mumbled eventually, finally opening his eyes and turning around to place his hands on your waist.

“Nothing to thank me for, darling”, you mumbled back, just as you looped your arms around his neck and leaned in for a kiss.

Chris pulled you closer to him so you could stand between his parted legs, chest against chest. The stools of your kitchen were tall, so it was easy to just melt into the kiss, he might as well have been standing with how minimal the height difference was.

After a while of just kissing, one of his hands found its way under the oversized t-shirt you were wearing to grab a handful of your ass. The sudden action made you squeal in surprise, but the sound quickly evolved into a chuckle.

“Handsy, huh?” You asked between pecks of your lips, carding your fingers through his hair.

“Mhm…” Chris’ lips were on your neck in an instant, slowly, oh, so very slowly leaving open mouthed kisses on your skin. You’d lie if you said it wasn’t heating you up. It was almost like he just knew you’d been dying to be with him all day. “Don’t see you complaining. If anything, your heart’s beating faster, and you know I can just smell how horny you are”.

Caught red-handed, as always.

As your boyfriend nibbled on your pulsepoint, his free hand joined the other on your backside, for him to knead and squeeze your buttocks to his heart’s content. You could stop him whenever. You knew that the second the words came out of your mouth he’d stop completely… But you honestly didn’t want him to.

“You know…” Chris mumbled against the skin of your neck, coaxing goosebumps to raise on your flesh. “I think I’m still a bit stressed”.

He wasn’t stressed anymore. He knew it, you knew it, and he knew that you knew, but you decided to humour him anyway.

“Are you?” You chuckled, grabbing a handful of his hair to pull him away from your neck. Chris just let you move him like that, and the moment his eyes landed on yours, you started to feel tingly all over.

You weren’t sure if it was due to how blown his pupils suddenly were, or if it was that damned animal stare of his that always seemed to affect you in ways it certainly shouldn’t have, but you immediately felt your breath catch in your throat. Especially when his grip on your bum tightened.

“Mm. Very”, Chris grinned at you–a wolfish grin, very fitting for someone like him. “Think my pretty girlfriend would like to help out with that?”

“Mmm…” You acted as if you were thinking about his question, as if it needed an in depth analysis before you could answer it, but, ultimately, you grinned back at him. “You’re saying that your pretty girlfriend listening to your problems for almost twenty minutes isn’t enough?”

Chris’ smug façade immediately crumbled, replaced with the most adorable pout and puppy eyes you’d ever seen. “Baaabe, that’s not what I meeeaan…”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “I know, I know. I’m just teasing you, I’m sorry. Tell me, baby, what do you want from me? Whatever it is, just say it, and it’s yours”.

“…Whatever I want?” Chris asked, as if he didn’t know that he could ask absolutely anything of you, and that you’d give him exactly what he wanted. Just like he would do for you.

“Whatever you want, baby”.

Chris hummed. His eyes jumped all over your face, taking in your features, until they finally started travelling further down to look at your neck, your chest, your legs… Even if your body was covered by his t-shirt, it was like the garment simply didn’t exist.

Finally, when he had seemingly decided just what he wanted, he took a deep breath. One of his hands let go of your bum to start making its way towards your tummy. Chris squeezed the flesh briefly, then he dragged that same hand all the way up your torso, until it reached one of your breasts.

It was such a simple thing, but the way his palm wouldn’t detach from your skin had heat spreading all throughout your body, even more so when he gave your breast a hefty squeeze, only to finally pinch your nipple.

You bit your lip at the sensation, tugging a bit on his hair. For no particular reason other than because you could.

Chris’ eyes were focused on your chest, on the movement of his hand under the fabric. After a deep breath, he finally spoke again.

“I know what I want…”

Soft, wet sounds filled the space of your living room. They mingled with the content sighs leaving your boyfriend’s mouth, and with your occasional quiet moans.

When Chris told you this was what he wanted, it hadn’t been exactly what you had expected, but you certainly weren’t going to complain. Not when his monster cock was buried deep within your walls, not when his lips were attached to your chest…

You were certain you had surpassed the thirty minute mark already. Over thirty minutes spent sitting on this armchair, straddling him, becoming putty in his hands. Thirty minutes of sweet, sweet torture. 

Chris detached his mouth from your chest. Squeezing your breasts gently with both hands, he blew on your nipples, the feeling was enhanced by the remnants of his saliva spread all over. You felt your walls clamp around his length, and a whine escaped your mouth. 

“You’re dripping, pretty baby. I can feel it trickling down”, Chris chuckled, kneading your breasts. He sounded immensely amused, and you attempted to bury your face in the crook of his neck as soon as you felt your cheeks heating up.

“That’s because my boyfriend has been playing with my tits for almost an hour”, you mumbled, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. 

“Should we stop?” His hands immediately stopped their motions on your chest, although he didn’t remove them. The question was genuine, it spread a pleasant warmth within you, and you couldn’t help but appreciate that he checked in on you. He always did, and you always appreciated it.

“No”, you replied almost immediately, trying not to pout at the dwindling of your pleasure when his fingers stopped stimulating your nipples. “I love when you play with them…”

“You do?” Chris smiled at you, dipping his hands from your tits briefly to caress your sides, making goosebumps raise on your skin.

You nodded in response, swallowing the saliva that had pooled in your mouth. His hands continued their path lower, finding your thighs, gripping the flesh tightly while biting his bottom lip. Your mind was already drifting elsewhere, transported by the dark haze in Chris’ eyes, by his hands on your body.

“You like it when I fondle them?” Chris brought his hands back to your breasts, and started kneading them gently. You nodded, absentmindedly licking your lower lip while you stared into his eyes. 

“Yeah? Mmm… You like it when I… ghost my fingers over your nipples like this?” He dragged his thumbs over the stiffened buds, slowly, with barely any pressure, but the movement had you inhaling deeply, and your thighs twitching with need. You nodded again.

“What about… when I roll them between my fingers like this?” As soon as both his thumbs and index fingers pinched each nipple, rolling them softly, you couldn’t contain the moan that came out of your mouth. The contact had sparks of pleasure shooting from your chest to your core, making you clench around his length, making Chris inhale deeply at the tight grip of your walls. 

“I–I do”, you replied simply, closing your eyes and throwing your head back as your boyfriend kept rolling your nipples between his fingers, slowly increasing the pressure. 

“You always make the prettiest noises when I play with your tits, love”, Chris kissed your cheek, making you flush impossibly further. 

He left a trail of kisses from your cheek to your ear, whispering as he went. “My girl’s perfect tits, hm? So full and soft… I love playing with them, too, you know?” 

A shiver ran up and down your spine when he whispered in your ear. You did know, but you loved hearing it anyway. Once again, you nodded, taking in deep breaths, whining a bit the more he played with your chest. 

“What about my mouth, baby?” Chris mumbled, still close to your ear, pressing his cheek against yours. “Do you like my mouth on your tits, too?”

You nodded, eagerly, desperately… Your body started to tremble because of the way he talked to you, because of his hands working your chest, and his cock stretching you open. “Love your mouth on my tits…”

“Mmm… Love having your tits in my mouth, too”, Chris pressed a kiss to your cheek, an oddly tender gesture considering the circumstances. You whimpered as soon as his lips were pressed to your heated skin, digging your nails further into his shoulders. 

Chris finally stopped stimulating your chest, and you exhaled, finding both agony and relief in the lack of contact. Cupping your breasts, squeezing them, he took them in his hands, and he leaned in, slowly, almost tentatively landing a lick on one of your nipples. Before you could even react, his lips closed around the sensitive bud, and it made you moan again, a bit more desperate this time.

His languid licks had you trembling once again, they had you whining like a hungry puppy, and you supposed you were. Right then, you certainly felt like one.

You wanted to roll your hips, to try to find some delicious friction by rubbing your clit against his pubic bone, but you knew he wanted you to be still. So you tried your best to not move, you simply held onto his shoulders as tightly as you could, getting increasingly more worked up the longer he sucked, and licked, and touched your sensitive breasts.

The rumble on the side table next to the armchair pulled you out of the daze Chris’ attention had you in. He detached his mouth from your chest to look at the rumbling device, and you immediately whined at the loss of contact. He read the caller ID out loud. You couldn’t help but sigh, annoyed. It was your boss, of all people… 

“You should take that”, Chris removed his hands from your chest, leaning back on the armchair and placing his hands on your thighs, squeezing them. “Could be important”.

A pout immediately formed on your lips. He just giggled when he saw it, cupping your cheek and tugging your bottom lip with his thumb.

Finally, with another sigh of annoyance, you reached for your phone and answered the call. “Hello?”

The audacity of your boss to call you out of your business hours… And for something so stupid. It was like all those delicious endorphins that had flooded your brain throughout the past hour were forcibly flushed out of your system as soon as you heard her voice.

A frown made its way to your face while you listened to her oh, so urgent query. Momentarily, you forgot about your boyfriend’s thickness deep inside you. At least, until he leaned into you again, wrapping his arms around your waist and attaching his lips to your collarbone.

Saliva pooled in your mouth, so you swallowed, closing your eyes to attempt to focus on what your boss was telling you. Admittedly, it was much harder than you could ever imagine, especially when Chris kissed your skin so lovingly and tenderly, when he whispered words of appreciation between each kiss. ‘Gorgeous… Pretty… Soft… Beautiful… So smart in your work call, huh?’

You just couldn’t take it anymore, you needed this call to end now, or you’d die due to lack of intimacy with your gorgeous boyfriend. So you cleared your throat–both to get the attention of your boss who was still rambling on the other side of the line, and to conceal a whimper that almost came out of your mouth once Chris’ lips attached to your pulse point.

“Listen, the files I sent out today have the answer to all of those questions. My shift ended, like, two hours ago. Just because we’re friends doesn’t mean you can call me out of hours, much less for something like this?” You might’ve spoken a bit harsher than you intended, but you needed to get your point across.

Chris squeezed your ass, tightly, almost making you moan right on the speaker. Thankfully, your boss stuttered a ‘Oh, shit I thought you were still working, I forgot your shift changed this month. I’m so sorry! Let’s talk tomorrow!’

You said your goodbyes and pressed the red button on your screen. After a double take to make sure the call had been hung up, you dropped it back on the side table, sighing. But this time, you didn’t sigh out of annoyance, but due to the fact that Chris had tugged your earlobe with his teeth.

“You’re so fucking hot when you get all bossy, fuck”, he attached his lips to your pulse point once again, sucking on the skin. “Talking about your spreadsheets, and pivots, and numbers, and shit”.

You chuckled, bringing your arms to Chris’ shoulders and pulling him further into you. “That’s the true boring stuff, babe”.

“Mmm… Still…” Chris peppered kisses all over your face–your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, your chin… “Wanna keep going? Or is the mood ruined for you?”

“Does it feel like it’s ruined for me?” You clenched around his length, voluntarily, making him twitch inside you. “You’re still rock hard, baby. So I’ll take a guess and say the mood hasn’t been ruined for you, either”.

“How could I not be rock hard when I have a Goddess on my lap? When you’re so deliciously warm around my cock?” Chris pulled away from your hug, cradling your face in his hands to plant a loud, wet kiss on your lips. “Should I continue where we left off?”

You nodded, and immediately your boyfriend’s mouth was back on your chest, sucking your nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, all while his other hand squeezed your other breast, stimulating the hardened bud with his fingers. 

In no time, Chris had you a whimpering, moaning mess again. You were seriously dripping, you could feel your own juices leaking out, and if you hadn’t been too engrossed in the tingles of pleasure coursing throughout your body, you would’ve stopped to put a towel under your bodies.

“Baby…” You mumbled, threading your fingers in the hair on the back of Chris’ head, tugging the slightest bit. “Bite?”

He opened his eyes, looking at you with that dark, predatory look that always made you want to submit, to let him make you feel good however he pleased, to let him ruin you. He didn’t say anything, though. Instead, he just did as you asked, nibbling on your sensitive skin as his other hand pinched the other nipple.

He kept the slow rhythm of his tongue, of his teeth, and his lips, every second bringing you closer to a ledge you weren’t even sure you’d be able to fall over like this. Eventually, he switched sides, attaching his mouth to the other nipple to get it just as wet and puffy as the other.

You could feel yourself clench around him, just like you could feel him twitch every time you moaned his name. Something was brewing in the pit of your stomach, something warm and familiar…

“Oh, fuck! Chris!”

All of a sudden, your release hit you like a truck, your entire body shook, your boyfriend groaned against your chest, and tears quickly welled in your eyes. It was so much, an explosion of pleasure that dragged warmth everywhere within your body. Familiar, yet new at the same time.

Your thighs flexed with exertion, you were trembling, and as you started to come down from your high, you just couldn’t stand any more stimulation to your chest.

“Fuck, fuck, babe–stop, please…”

Chris detached his mouth from your abused nipple as soon as the words came out of your mouth. Your body slumped, your world started to spin, you were panting still, and all you could do to keep yourself grounded was pressing your forehead on your boyfriend’s shoulder. He simply hugged you close, caressing your hair, whispering soothing words. You could vaguely register them among the ringing in your ears.

“Baby, talk to me. Are you okay?” Threading his fingers in your hair, Chris massaged your scalp. His tone was gentle, but slightly urgent. It wouldn’t have been the first time you passed out after an orgasm, so you could totally understand why he was trying to get a reply from you.

You nodded, still panting a bit. With a deep breath you removed your head from his shoulder, placing your hands on his chest for stability. “I’m okay. But, holy shit. What was that?” 

“One of the hottest things you’ve ever done, holy fuck”, immediately, Chris attached his lips to your cheeks, kissing away the tears that had inadvertently fallen from your eyes. “I really… I mean, it wasn’t my intention to make you come from that. I didn’t even know you could do that”. 

“I didn’t know I could do that, fuck…" You’d always had sensitive nipples, they’d always been a good trigger for your pleasure, but only when it was coupled with clit stimulation, so this certainly caught you off guard.

Chris looked at you for a moment, all starry eyed, as if he had just been given a Christmas present. In an instant his lips were on yours, kissing you deeply, adoringly, all as he groaned against your mouth and groped your ass. “So fucking perfect, shit…”

When he pulled back from the kiss, he held you close, pressing kisses on your cheek while you tried your best to catch your breath.

He was still hard inside you, you could feel him twitch sporadically as he caressed your body, and even if you had just come a handful of minutes prior, you had been waiting way too long already. 

“Babe…” Bringing your hands to his face, you cradled it, and leaned in to kiss him. You barely detached your lips from his, simply letting them brush against his lips with every word that came out of your mouth. “Please, Chris. Fuck me. Fuck me good, please I need–”

Your sentence got cut short, what should’ve been the rest of it was replaced with a yelp as your boyfriend held you tightly and moved. He moved so fast you registered it only when you were already with your back against the armchair, with your boyfriend hovering over you and with your hips in just the right angle by the edge of the seat. 

“Want me to fuck you good?” Chris mumbled against your mouth, throwing your legs over his shoulders and holding your hips tightly. “I’ll fuck you so fucking good, my prettiest. Just like you deserve”. 

Whatever response you had died on your tongue, replaced by broken moans of his name as your boyfriend started to ram into you, so hard you could practically feel him in your throat.

“So fucking perfect coming because I was playing with your tits, shit…” The sound of sweaty skin hitting sweaty skin filled the room, mingling with the obscene squelching sounds produced by his cock going in and out of your cunt at such an aggressive pace. “How lucky am I, huh? Every day… you just remind me… how lucky I am… because I’m able to call you mine. Fuck!” 

You couldn’t speak. The only noises you could produce were whines, and whimpers, and moans, and your boyfriend’s name as he kept stimulating that sweet spot within your walls, bringing you alarmingly fast towards your second high.

“My perfect girl, and her perfect tits, and her perfect body just for me. Just for me, hm?” 

You just nodded in response to his question. Because you were. you were his girl, and your body was his to enjoy.

“Mine. My pretty baby all for me, fuck…” Removing one of your legs from where it had been resting on his shoulder, Chris’ hand got easy access to your centre, and you immediately held your leg against your chest, letting him work you up just how he wanted, just how you wanted. “C’mon, baby. Give me another”.

In no time, you were trembling with your release, tearing up at the onslaught of sensations coursing through your body. Chris rammed into you once, twice, thrice, and with the fourth thrust he dived in, finding your mouth and kissing you sloppily right before he finally exploded within your warmth. Keeping his hips pressed against you, he shot his load deep into you, all as he groaned, and grunted, and borderline growled within the kiss.

Panting a bit, Chris moved away from your lips, pressing a trail of kisses from your face to your shoulder, eventually resting his head there while he composed himself. You were too fucked out of your mind to do anything other than bring your hand to the back of his head to play with his now sweaty hair. 

After a minute, he detached himself from you, kissing you one more time before he was pulling out. “Stay still”. 

When he came back with a soaked washcloth, he cleaned you up, getting as much of his cum on the rag before he dropped it to the floor and scooped you into his arms. You weakly held onto him, letting him carry you to your bedroom.

“Love you. You know that, right?” Chris pressed a kiss on your forehead, placing you down on your shared bed.

You hummed. “I love you, too”.

Chris smiled brightly at you, kissing you on the cheek one more time before he was pulling himself away from your space.

You grabbed his hand, pouting, and he immediately giggled. “Where are you going? You gonna leave me all alone here? No cuddles?”

“Baby, of course not. If I ever skip our post-sex cuddles, assume I’m gravely ill and take me to the hospital”, Chris leaned down so he could place a kiss on the back of your hand. “I’m going to get you some water. You need to hydrate, pretty. I’m nowhere near done with you yet”.

“O–oh”, you started to feel tingly all over again, just as you felt heat creep on your face.

“Yeah, oh”, Chris chuckled, pressing another kiss on the back of your hand before he mumbled a ‘Be right back’.

You unashamedly stared at his ass until he left the room. You were definitely getting a handful of that later, since it seemed to be like it was going to be one of those long, strenuous, yet immensely satisfying nights. 

As you laid there on your side, hugging a pillow to your chest, you honestly couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face while you waited for your boyfriend to come back.

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[dis0rderly-cl0wn-nerd]

Can you write a fluffy story with the joker and reader where he ashamed about the scars on his face and she just kisses them telling him how much she loves them and how he perfect and he's not ugly or anything like that

if you don't want to write it it's fine I would understand, truly yours 🍄

Your Scars Are Part of You

Ledger!Joker x Fem!Reader Oneshot/Drabble

Warnings: None, just pure fluff :)

Summary: J comes home from work one night feeling unusually self conscious about his looks. You do everything you can to help him feel better.

Author's Note: Thank you for requesting this anon! I really enjoyed writing it ☺

Finishing up the final touches in the bathroom, you smiled happily as you waited on your clown to come home. Joker had been out spreading chaos and mayhem all day. Such hard work deserved a quiet night of rest. So you decided to prepare a nice warm bath and a cozy bed for him. 

When Joker finally came through the front door and trudged into the bedroom, he looked utterly exhausted. 

“Hi, J! How was your day?” You asked him sweetly and helped him out of his purple coat.

“Hey, bunny. It was alright.” J mumbled wearily. 

“I got you a bath ready.”

“Mhm. Thank ya.”

You led the way into the bathroom and assisted J with his clothes. You sat back and watched as he got in the tub and exhaled in relief, nearly melting into the porcelain. He rested his head against the tiled wall and closed his eyes for a few moments, soaking up the water’s warmth in pure bliss.

“Can you wash my hair, bunny?” Joker asked, cracking open his eyes. 

“Sure.” You replied, rolling up your sleeves and sitting down beside the tub. 

You grabbed the shampoo bottle and worked the soap into J’s hair, lathering it gently and massaging his scalp. As you rinsed, the temporary green came out of his hair and revealed his natural brown. You grabbed a washcloth and dipped it into the water.

“Do you want your makeup off too?”

Joker paused for a second. “Um, actually, can you leave it on?”

You were startled. You always made sure to ask him whether he wanted to wash it off or not out of respect but he always said yes. This was totally unexpected. 

“Why? You always want it off. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just…uh, well, here lately I feel kinda naked without it. Ya know?”

“No. I don’t know. It’s never bothered you before and you hate sleeping in greasepaint. J, did something happen?”

“No.” Joker said quietly. 

“J… You can tell me. What’s wrong?”

Joker sighed. “Bunny… Are you with me out of pity?”

“What? No! J, I don’t pity you at all. Why would you ever think that?”

“I caught a few of my henchmen whispering about me in the lounge. They were talking about my scars and called them ugly. Which I’m aware of. They’re hideous, I know. But then they said they couldn’t believe you were with someone as ugly as me. That you were probably only with me because you pitied me. I-I know it shouldn’t bother me, but I’ve been thinking about what they said all day. Is that true?”

“Hell no! J, I love you. Why on earth would you believe a word those low-lifes have to say? They’re just jealous of you and me. You should get rid of their asses. Actually you know what, who are they? I’ll find them and take care of them myself!” 

“You can’t. They’re dead. I promptly disposed of them after I heard enough.”

Speechless, you laughed at J’s bluntness. He smirked back at you but his smile quickly faded once more.

“Seriously bunny, do you think I’m ugly?” 

“No. You are the prettiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on. I’m not lying. Here, let me wash this paint away and I’ll show you.” 

You lifted the washcloth up to Joker's face. He flinched a little at first but relented and let you work your magic. You started with the black around his eyes and smiled at him.

“Your eyes are the most mesmerizing shade of brown I’ve ever seen. I could get lost in them for hours. They say a lot about you.”

Joker lightened up a bit at the compliment but you weren’t done yet. You wiped away the white from his face and booped his nose playfully.

“Your freckles are so beautiful. They’re one of my favorite things about you.”

You ran your fingers through his hair and held up one of his curly strands. 

“Your hair is gorgeous. I adore your pretty curls.”

Lastly you wiped the red lipstick from his mouth and scars. You grabbed his jaw gently and looked him in the eyes to prove how serious you were.

“And these. I could say so much about them. I love them. I treasure them. I will kiss them every chance I get. I love you and your scars are part of you. So how could I find them ugly? I wouldn’t ever change anything about you. Don’t listen to what anyone else says about you, okay? I love you as you are.”

Joker pulled you into a hug and buried his face into the crook of your neck, his wet hair dripping on your clothes. He kissed your cheek and whispered, “Thank you, sweet girl.”

You swept the wet hair out of his face and kissed him back. “You’re welcome.”

[fightingthetides]

Ravein wasn’t sure about how he appeared to others from an aesthetic standpoint as he preferred to not be perceived by others in general. Still, he was curious if there were truth to her words. Did others find them pretty and cute? Nunnally certainly fit the bill of pretty and cute, he thought. As for himself? Perhaps cute. It was what his mother would say to him most often when he was young, after all.

He was uncomfortable and on edge, but none of the people looking at them looked familiar, meaning they must’ve been your average civilian. That made things just barely okay for him. If he were on his own, he would have already escaped from the public eye and gone into hiding, but he wasn’t alone. There was Nunnally by his side and their holding hands had somewhat of a grounding affect on his nerves. Her smile was reassuring, and her attempt at comforting him went noticed.

Each time, he would learn something new, or remember something long since forgotten when he spends time with her. It made each encounter an enlightening experience for him, learning more of what life had to offer. Now, he was remembering just how lonely he was and how much it truly impacted him. Humans were meant to be social creatures, and though he’d gone numb to the feeling of loneliness, it didn’t mean that the pain of being alone wasn’t there. It had simply fallen asleep in the dark recesses of his mind that he suppressed them into.

With the flood gates open, the full weight of how lonely and scared he’d been for years come out in the form of tears. It was a truly painful and sorrowful feeling, and it would be a lie to say that he didn’t hate it. It hurt, and it was scary to feel such strong emotions again after so many years of repressing and denying.

Admittedly, it was a bit embarrassing to be crying out in public as he was, and they were certainly bound to attract more attention now than ever. People were usually nosey creatures, wanting to know the story behind something, and seeing a grown man crying warranted all the curiosities of any passing people.

The hand that gently wiped his tears felt caring, somehow, and he couldn’t help but lean into the comfort it provided. It didn’t seem like his crying was going to stop any time soon, so he only nods at her question to moving to a more secluded place. The piercing eyes of the curious onlookers weren’t doing him any good. He just wanted to focus on the moment of feeling like he wasn’t alone with someone he trusted rather than to be overly aware of the stares he was receiving from others. He takes the initiative, letting her go from the embrace to lead the way to take them to somewhere more secluded, away from curious gazes.

Once he’d led them aware to somewhere more secluded, he’d hugged her again, burying his face into her shoulder. He just wanted to let the moment sink in, and enjoy it for what it was. The tears? Still free-falling. His heart? It was doing something, but he didn’t understand what. He just knew that it hurt but also felt full at the same time, as odd as it may sound.

Oh! So, that was a problem. Too many pedestrians looking at them. That came as a surprise; Nunnally would not expect that friendly looks (as she did consider them more friendly than not) might cause anxiety in Ravein. But she should have guessed that the perception of the environment had to change if one was on a constant run.

“I think they just find us pretty. And cute.” – this wasn’t meant to dismiss his concerns; rather to point out that she suddenly liked the thought of them being together – “People often smile when they see something they like.” – was that what she really wanted to say? – “I mean… I guess…I just…” – Nunnally couldn’t really put her thoughts into proper words – “I am not sure how to explain it.” – she finally admitted – “But I understand that I am more likely to be wrong here then not.” – she smiled – “We should do as you feel is right. I…I don’t mind. I’ll follow your guidance.”

Though it turned out that there was little time for guidance as other things turned out to be more pressing. Her shy (but perhaps also awkward) hug had triggered something in Ravein. Nunnally didn’t know what to expect when she withdrew from their hug; but the young woman suddenly became embarrassed with her actions and feelings. And then Ravein fully and simply replicated her gesture. Now she was hold tightly in his embrace and that felt good. Safe. Warm. She didn’t remember (or she didn’t want to admit that to herself) when she felt so peaceful in someone's arms for the last time.

Nunnally didn’t have much romantic experience (and neither she truly wanted them too much), but Ravein was giving her feelings and thoughts that were so n e w to her. That were making her yearn for something she didn’t have. But she didn’t understand them. She didn’t know what they meant, especially given Ravein's and hers complicated situation. And Nunnally didn’t want to overthink all that. Talking would probably destroy that moment and that unexpected intimacy between the two lonely creatures. So, she simply leaned into Ravein’s touch; her body now pressed against his. She just wanted to stand there, think about nothing, and let them simply enjoy whatever they both found in each other’s arms. The world around them disappeared for her; there was only him and her, Ravein and Nunnally, and the bond between them.

She was so deep in her own confusing feelings that in the first few moments (or perhaps it was much longer), she didn’t realize he was crying. Was it a single tear that wetted her cheek or her shoulder that let Nunnally know about Ravein? Whatever it was, it made Nunnally slightly loosen her grip around him and rise her head (though she only took as much room as she needed to look at his face): --

“...”

“…R-ravein…” – that was a soft whisper; perhaps laced with a slight surprise. But it was not Nunnally’s intention to comment on anything she was seeing. She appreciated it much more than she could express with words; that he opened so much in front of her. To her? She reached her hand and wiped his tears gently. It was almost like caressing his cheek. She could hardly breath not sure if her touch is welcomed, or rather opposite, but in that moment she had to try. She’d understand (and truly would not feel hurt) if he refused to her touch.

“Shall we move…to a more secluded place?” – she did hope he’d understand.

[bgomtori]

★ perseids meteor shower - beomgyu

-> a drabble

-> two lovers trying to catch the annual meteor shower.

-> !! im trying to look out for the meteor shower right now so why not write about it, i love astrology sm.

gyu :> : come out

ynn ☆ : huh? it's so late

gyu :> : i've something to show you

you quickly got out of bed and headed straight to your front door, startled when you saw beomgyu literally outside your doorstep.

" what the fuck i thought you'd be downstairs. " you cursed softly, trying not to disturb your neighbours. beomgyu let out a chuckle before holding onto your hand.

" i know how much you like space and astrology, soo i found a spot to watch the perseus meteor shower. " beomgyu stated as he pressed the ' 1 ' button of your apartment's elevator. you felt yourself grow warm, he remembers your love for astrology.

the two of you walked to an isolated place, it was perfect for stargazing, and trying to spot meteors. nobody was around to distrupt your peace, the nightsky was clear, no clouds in the way, light pollution was basically gone. you could see stars and the different planets in the dimly lit sky. beomgyu noticed you admiring the pretty night sky and smiled, he was glad you enjoyed it. he found it slightly boring to sit there just to watch the stars, but as long as you're beside him, and happy, he'll be glad to do it with you.

you pulled out your constellation app, trying to spot where the perseus constellation would be located at. beomgyu peaked his head to look at your phone as if he knew what was written on the app. you spun around slowly, tilting your phone up and down, until you finally found the constellation that was just slightly above the horizon.

" ok, northeast.. " you mumbled to yourself, grabbing beomgyu's arm, making him face the direction you were facing. you were so glad you took a long nap in the afternoon, at least you still had quite a lot of energy left in you to pull and all nighter to see the meteor shower. beomgyu stared boredly into the nightsky, spotting one bright star that caught his attention.

" what star, or planet is that? " he asked, pointing to it. you immediately recognised it as jupiter, enthusiastically, you exclaimed softly,

" that's jupiter! my third favourite planet. " beomgyu smiled at how much interest you showed in astrology.

" then what's your top 2? " he asked, genuinely interested in your response.

" i love neptune so much, it looks so pretty through the nasa pictures. then hmm i love saturn, it's so cool like the big rings around it and stuff. " you rambled on and on about facts about the two planets, beomgyu listened with all ears, looking at you softly. you constantly squeezed on his hand whenever you stated a new fact, he found this cute.

" that's all! " you finished off with a big smile on your face before you leaned on beomgyu's shoulder, staring off into the night sky, waiting for the perseus constellation to rise higher into the sky. you felt beomgyu handed you one side of his earpiece, pressing the shuffle button on your shared playlist.

a few hours passed, it was past 4am. you felt yourself dozing off, your head almost falling off beomgyu's shoulder. soon, beomgyu looked at your phone, realising that the perseus constellation was at it's peak.

" yn, i think it's almost time, look up. " beomgyu nudged you, scaring you. thankfully, this made you more awake, you looked up, staring intently into the sky. you paitiently waited to see a meteor. 'meteor shower' played in both your ears as you saw the first meteor go across the night sky. you were fully awake now, your eyes widened in awe as you saw the following shooting stars behind it.

" you gonna make a wish? " beomgyu asked, you turned to him and looked back up to the amazing scenic view, humming as you thought of a response.

" i suppose i have a wish. " you replied before closing your eyes and cupping your hands together. beomgyu gazed at you softly as you mumbled out your wish, it was only loud enough to be heard by you thankfully.

" what did you wish for? " beomgyu tilted his head as he asked you, you gave him a cheeky grin, before placing a finger on your lips.

" if i say my secret it won't be true. "

" hmm, but look, there are multiple meteors now, you can tell me what you wished for and wish again! that simple. " beomgyu smirked, pointing to his brain as if he's saying that he's smart. you scoffed, rolling your eyes at him, you shook your head,

" i keep my wish a secret, you also have to keep your wish a secret. " beomgyu sighed, there was no use persuading you anymore.

" i'm going to crash at your place by the way, 'm too lazy to go home. " beomgyu requested, wrapping his arm around your waist. you sighed loudly, pretending like you didn't want to, but you still agreed to him staying at your place. i guess you missed him too much. you looked at the dazzling sky once again, one meteor following the other, you smiled to yourself as you recalled your wish.

' i wish that our fates would be intertwined forever. '

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

[shelbyshoe]

Don't I Know You?

(Unedited Aeon Drabble)

Leon Kennedy woke in his bed. His eyes were wet, and he wiped the moisture away with the back of his hand. He couldn't remember the dream, but the feeling lingered. His chest ached as he sat up and got out of bed.

The morning wasn't much different from the day before, the commute his usual route. But something didn't sit well with him. He looked for something, peered around the corner of a street he walked on his way to work, as if the feeling would reveal itself down the next path.

The police station was barren this morning and he had time to grab coffee in the back room.

"Good morning, Leon." He was still learning names, but he knew the receptionist from the last time he'd come in. "How'd your first day go?" She asked.

"Great, though I still have a lot to learn." He ran a hand along the back of his neck.

"Don't let those guys push you around."

"I won't." He took his coffee and moved to the door when she spoke up.

"Hey, did you hear what happened? You really dodged a bullet," she said.

"What?"

"Raccoon City. Didn't you get denied the job there? I think you were lucky," she said. He didn't expect the tight longing in his chest.

"Yeah. I guess, you're right." Leon pushed through the door and moved on with his day, longing forgotten.

On his way home that evening, he took the long route. It brought him into the city and back to his apartment. He stopped to pick up some take out from the Indian restaurant he liked.

With his bag in tow, he left the air conditioned establishment and into the cool autumn night.

"Oh, I'm sorry," a woman said when she bumped into him.

"That's ok," he said. She hurried off down the street, tucked into her coat. He had caught the faintest scent of her perfume. It was familiar, but he couldn't place it. His chest ached. He wished he'd have stopped her, but wouldn't know what to say.

That night, he lay in bed and dreamed of a city he'd never been to and a woman he'd never met before.

He woke the next day with tears streaming down his face. Leon took deep breaths in an attempt to cease the ache deep in his chest.

Because he had no plans for the weekend, he lay in bed longer than he normally would. He'd attempted to go back to sleep, to revisit the dream. To piece together the puzzle that plagued his sleep.

When he finally got up and dressed, he descended the stairs of his building to take a walk. The sky was overcast and the world dressed in gray.

He had his hands tucked into the pockets of his blue leather jacket. His eyes took in the scenes of the city, and the people within. Searching for something.

He took a side street and paused in front of the storefront door that had just opened. A pair of dark brown eyes met his. They widened when they took him in. Her hand was on the doorhandle, the other clutching a plastic shopping bag.

They stared at each other. His chest tight and jaw clenched in anticipation. It was as though the world waited for them, held its breath for their minds to work out the other.

"Do I know you?" He blurted out.

"I don't think so." The petite woman tucked some of her short black hair behind her ear. He had never been to the gun shop she had walked out of. He tried to imagine her shooting anything.

"Have a nice day," she said and started down the street.

"You too," he replied. He took a few steps. His thoughts swirled in a turbulent loop.

Talk to her. You know her.

"Hey," they said in unison. Both had turned toward the other.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Leon. You?"

"Ada," she said. There was a weight lifted from his shoulders. She glanced at her watch. "I gotta go. Maybe I'll see you around, Leon."

"Yeah, maybe," he said. He watched her until she disappeared around a corner. Leon turned around and walked the direction he'd originally came.

As the sun shined down on him and the breeze cooled his face he wondered. He couldn't remember why he'd come out there. He had a strange suspicion that he'd just spoken to someone, but couldn't remember their face.

His chest held that familiar ache from the morning. That longing he knew intimately. "Who am I looking for?"

[ichilemonwritruoo]

Number 27 with Haruka and Hub for the drabble prompts please!

Hi there thank you so much for the drabble request! So sorry this was a month late but I finally got around to it! Thank you for your patience!

27. “You’re always safe with me, love.”

Haruka knew her son had been through a lot. He was only thirteen years old and twelve of them had been spent as a navi being forced to keep a secret from his twin brother. Not only that but he was the world’s savior, twice over. Realistically she knew it was bound to have some effect on him.

It was early in the morning about 5am. Haruka was an early riser, liking to leave her chores for the morning. She often did this so she could see her husband if he was able to come home around this time. 

She didn’t miss the door to the twins room opening or the stumbling and unsteady feet. The feet carried downstairs and then she heard the quiet shifting of the refrigerator door opening. 

Haruka gently sat down the laundry she was currently folding and headed down the stairs. She was met with her oldest son sipping a glass of water. His flushed cheeks and unsteady grip on the cup did not go unnoticed. 

“Hi sweetheart.” 

Saito seemed startled, his eyes scanning until he caught her face. His body relaxed slightly. “Hi Momma.”

“It’s unlike you to be up this early. Is everything okay?” 

“Yeah I’m okay thank you.” Saito replied as he finished his cup of water and quietly sat it in the sink. Haruka didn’t miss the small wince on his face as he rubbed his chest. 

Chest pains. 

“Are you sure sweetie? Wanna talk about it?” Haruka offered as she leaned against the counter. 

Saito hesitated for a moment before turning around to face his mother. “I…had a nightmare.” 

“What happened darling?” 

Saito paused before looking up at her. “Did…did I ever tell you about…when me and Netto-Kun fought the Alpha virus?” 

Haruka looked thoughtful. “Not really, but I remember that time period….your twin brother was heartbroken without you” 

“Well…I dreamed about what happened…you know when I sacrificed myself and overloaded myself…except for I wasn’t fast enough. And…and I had to watch as my systems wouldn’t load and Netto-Kun he…he didn’t make it out safely…” 

“Oh sweetheart.” Haruka gasped. She gently embraced her son. “I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s okay Momma…” Saito accepted her hug and sighed into her embrace.

“I can only imagine how awful that must have been….and unsettling. Nightmares are fragmentations of the mind often twisted into our fears or worries. It wasn’t real and please know honey that you are always safe with me, love. I may not be a world class net-battler like you but I am mother who will protect her family” 

Saito smiled as he exhaled. “Thank you Momma….Can we stay like this for a little bit longer…?” 

“Of course honey. For as long as you want.” Haruka squeezed her oldest boy tighter, driving all the love she could to wrap her son in a protective embrace.

[lcs-library]

hi hi, can I request something for itaru? I don’t have anything specific in mind but just considering my love/hate for him how ‘bout just silly moments with him and some playful teasing where it’s like “I hate you so much” “aww, no you don’t ;)” and stuff like that haha. Just need to get that out of my system, he’s too strong rn 🙃

SCREAMING AND CRYING ONE OF MY FAVE A3! ARTISTS ASKING FOR WRITING??? FROM ME???? I AM NOT WORTHY😭😭😭😭😭 anyway. Ahem. Yes!! I love writing Itaru he’s such a gremlin. I had too many ideas banging around in my head, so I decided to write a bunch of lil drabbles n stuff instead of a headcanon list or a oneshot, so I hope that’s okay!! Thanks so much for requesting!

Request rules

1. Though he’d never admit it to anyone else, Itaru’s a huge sucker for affection, and loves taking time to laze around with you, even if you’re just holding hands.

On one particular afternoon, things got a little…silly.

He’s just a silly little guy, though, can you even blame him?

Anyway, the two of you were watching a show together on his couch, which slowly evolved into being fully wrapped around each other, then turned into play fighting? Which wasn’t uncommon for him, surprisingly.

It’s hard to tell if it could be classified as “fighting”, though, since it was more of the two of you holding hands and pushing each other away.

Point is, it was just a goofy way of showing affection.

Somehow, Itaru managed to get his flimsy body on top of you, and he lifted your shirt up, blowing the biggest, loudest raspberry on your stomach.

You couldn’t help but laugh despite being so done with how lame and cheesy he is.

Overall, stupid lil guy has stupid way of showing affection.

2. One night, while waiting for him to come home, you found yourself falling asleep in the middle of grinding one of his online games like he asked. Yes, he needed his dailies done, but he also needed to realize that you were infected with tired sleepy.

After about an hour or so of your nap, Itaru finally came home with a sigh, tossing his things to the side before laying his eyes on you. An affectionate smirk played at his lips as he came over to where you were sleeping.

“Guess I shouldn’t have asked you to help me out, my bad. GJ~,” he said softly, lightly patting your head.

Just then, a terrible idea popped into his head. The only question was: could he pull it off?

There was only one way to find out.

So he maneuvered his arms underneath your body, barely managing to hold you up.

And the second he barely lifted you off the couch, his arms gave out on him, dropping you right back onto it, waking you up.

“‘taru, whaddahell…” you mumbled lazily.

“Ah, morning, love,” he replied sweetly, acting as if nothing happened.

“What did you do?”

His face didn’t even falter at that being your default reply.

“I tried to carry you to bed.”

“With your noodle arms?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re so lame.” You replied fondly.

3. The two of you game a lot(surprise, surprise), with 2D fighting games usually being the favorite. Or really anything you could label as something that would ruin friendships. Like he’d get rid of you over a game.

On this particular evening, you were playing one of said 2D fighting games, but you just couldn’t win a single match.

This was a common occurrence, but this time, there was a specific technique that he was using with his character that you couldn’t seem to dodge, no matter how hard you tried.

“How the hell do you do that?”

“Want me to teach you?”

Without waiting for a reply, he shoved his controller in your hands, placing his over yours to guide your moves.

“So you wanna move the joystick three-quarters to the left, then X-X-B. Nope, too slow, try again. Okay, left, X-X-B. Mm-m. Don’t tell me you’re not paying attention and just like holding hands?”

He caught you red-handed.

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” he replied smugly with a wink.

You did learn the technique, though. Eventually.

4. After each one of his regional tours with the Spring Troupe, Itaru wants nothing more than to hold up in his room and play games for twelve hours straight.

As if he could have that now that you were here.

The second he opens the door, he’s greeted by you practically tackling him in a hug, causing him to crash and fall to the floor.

“Hey, calm down! I was gone for three days!”

“Haha, you’re so pathetic. Can’t even stand a welcome back hug?”

Oh, two could play at that game.

He pulled your body down to join him on the ground, practically showering you in kisses, to both your embarrassment and delight.

“Alright, fine, I missed you too.” He says with a goofy grin on his face, his tone of voice trying to make it seem as if he wasn’t desperate to give you attention not even two seconds ago.

He’s the worst<3

5. On his days off, Itaru usually wears big, comfy sweatshirts to lounge around in(that you may or may not have stolen one or two of).

An annoying thing he does with them is sneak up behind you and shove you in there with him.

He’ll sneak up behind you, and the next thing you see is a blur of fabric before being held close to someone’s chest.

“Hello~.”

“Hi??? Can you just come up and talk to me like a normal person?”

“No can do, sorry. Gotta shove you in here with me. Can’t let you go unless you ask for it.”

Fortunately, you weren’t going to any time soon.

Fortunately for him, you weren’t going to anytime soon.

“No can do, sorry. Gotta shove you in here with me. Can’t let you go unless you ask for it.” Fortunately for him, you weren’t going to anytime soon.

“Hi??? Can you just come up and talk to me like a normal person?”

“No can do, sorry. Gotta shove you in here with me. Can’t let you go unless you ask for it.” Fortunately for him, you weren’t going to anytime soon.

“Hello~.”

“Hi??? Can you just come up and talk to me like a normal person?”

“No can do, sorry. Gotta shove you in here with me. Can’t let you go unless you ask for it.” Fortunately for him, you weren’t going to anytime soon.

[sehtoast]

To Be Liked (Homelander x OC)

1.5k | Sad themes, Homie gives a cheer-up talk, pre-relationship, some pining | Part one of hopefully many of random Benlander drabbles | Fic Directory

Something about him was off.

All day long, something wasn’t right. It bothered Homelander endlessly.

What was with that look in his eyes? Why did those smiles look so… fake?

He’d been so excited to head out with Benjamin for the night. Wrap up his stupid fucking duties and spend time with the new-recruit-turned-friend. He loved this. More than anything in the world, he loved zipping around the city with Ben.

He could be himself.

Maybe…

Maybe that was the problem. Had he been too much of himself? Maybe Ben decided he didn’t like the authentic Homelander. Maybe he spilled too many personal details and put him off.

It made Homelander’s gut sour– made his mouth go dry.

There were a lot of… feelings for his one. More than anyone Homelander had ever considered pursuing in the past.

Had he fucked it all up already?

Every little paranoid thought in his mind pointed to it being all his fault, leaving him agitated and irritable as they made their rounds– eventually settling on top of the Queensboro Bridge rather than their usual spot. They watched the sun dip down below the horizon, painting them both an ethereal gold. He filled the silence, but Ben…

Ben only gave short answers, nods of his head while he stared off into the distance as though he were somewhere else entirely.

Homelander didn’t know if he was furious or just fucking crushed.

“What the fuck is your deal?” He asks, words spilling out far more accusatory than he meant. “Someone piss in your breakfast or what?”

Ben cracked a weak smile, shrugging.

Homelander waited, finally moving to take off once Ben left his question unanswered. A strong grip caught him by the wrist, silently asking him to stay.

So he did. Arched an inquisitive brow, staring Ben down all the while. The bug didn’t release him– just sat there looking down at the passing cars with sad eyes.

Obviously he wants Homelander around but…

“I’m not…” Ben began, giving his hand a fluttery shake as if to explain his state of being in an act. “But I’m not good at talking about things.”

About things? Homelander thought to himself. That didn’t seem right– Ben was always quick to respond in their conversations. Always something sweet or witty, an anecdote here or a joke there.

Lost in thought, Homelander hadn’t realized a salty scent began to waft through the air until it hit his nose in a breeze. Was he–

Yeah… He is.

He peeks back just in time to catch Ben wiping his eyes furiously with the back of his hand. Homelander’s quick to free his arm and lay it over the bug’s shoulders, but he’s not sure what to do. Yeah, he knows how to comfort crying victims and sobbing children who don’t want him to fly away, but this?

It’s harder to comfort someone when they actually matter.

“Try me,” Homelander whispers.

“Does it ever…” Ben began, trailing off when his voice grew tight. “D’you ever just feel really… really alone?”

He watches Ben with baited breath, almost afraid to move. Of course I do, he wanted to say. Before he can reply, Benjamin speaks again.

“It’s like…” Ben gives a look of frustration, fingers flexing back and forth as he tries to convey something seemingly impossible. Like he’s trying to dig the words from the bedrock of his heart. “There’s so many people, but none of them…”

He gestures with his hands again, and somehow it makes sense.

“Did you ever watch that stupid show with the cartoon horse?” Ben asks with a sniffle. “S’fine if you didn’t– just, it’s got this line in it, y’know?”

Homelander curls his arm tighter when Benjamin swipes at more tears.

“Everybody loves you, but nobody likes you…”

A trillion pound weight forms in Homelander’s chest at just how strongly those words resonate.

“And I– like, I’ve got friends… family– sort of, y’know?” Ben continues, words hurried, voice tight. “But I’m always convinced they don’t.”

But I do…

“And it’s stupid,” Ben continues. “E-Everything about it is so fucking stupid! I’m supposed to be happy– I’m the happy guy who’s never–” He shakes his head and heaves a shuddering sigh. “M’always so outta place… And now I’m making you be m-my fuckin’ therapist…”

After a beat of silence, and another of Ben’s unnecessary apologies, Homelander speaks up.

“I like you.” He says. His voice comes out timid, and he’s not sure why. It’s like all the confidence and bravado of his usual self has been snuffed.

Like he’s staring at a mirror image of his own insecurities in the form of someone he adores.

“That’s–”

“I do,” he continues before Ben can go on. “I like you a lot.” He doesn’t know what words are coming before they fall off his tongue. “I’ve never met anyone like you before.”

Ben looks at him with teary eyes, and he has to swallow around a thick wave of emotion before he can continue.

“You’re sweet, Ben. You’re so fuckin’ nice, you make me wanna puke sometimes. Y-You help old ladies cross the street and tie up criminals I’d have rather lasered than let have another chance!”

“That’s Spider-Man, not–”

“Shut. Up.” He demands in a tone wholly unlike himself. “You– I watched you, before all this. To figure you out.” He was digging himself into a fucking crater sized hole by confessing this, but it was too late to go back. “I’ve seen you. How you always tip those useless fuckin’ cashiers even though they only pressed a button. Rushing over to wipe some old bat’s seat and table when she spilled her drink– and it’s not even your problem. Carrying cases of paper at your old job so the others didn’t have to, even when that mouth breather of a boss pretended to never see you go the extra mile!”

Homelander gripped Ben by the shoulders.

“I’ve seen how all those fuckin’ bozos smile at you when you walk away. Watched your friends practically fucking skip down a block after your little coffee hangouts or whatever, absolutely reeking of dopamine.”

He gives Ben a small shake, more so for himself as motivation to just say it.

“And I know how I feel about you.” The words weigh heavy in his throat, but every second that he stares into those sad, dark chocolate eyes pulls them free as though they were naught but strings. “I know how excited I am to see you after I finish all the show pony bullshit they make me do. Every text that isn’t from you is a– it’s a fucking disappointment! I don’t know how these fuckin’ phones work, but I wish I could have a special sound that means it’s from you.”

He hates the sob that chokes from his little spider, but he knows it’s the right kind when it comes with a smile. Somehow he’s doing this right.

“I spend all day thinkin’ about where we can fly off to! If we’re gonna sit at one of our spots or watch a movie at your place– if we’re…”

Ben lurches forward, throwing his arms around Homelander’s neck. The bug cries softly in the crook of his neck.

Homelander doesn’t know what that was. How he, for seemingly the first time in his life, pulled from nothing but the heart. No performing, no falsehoods, no bullshit.

He meant it.

All of it.

”I like you, Ben.” He reaffirms, rubbing a soothing hand between his little spider’s shoulders. “You can take that one to the bank.”

He waits, and waits, and waits, until he’s positive Ben fell asleep on him. So, he does what any superhero would do and flies him home– having his own little inner turmoil about how fucking honest the boy always makes him.

Homelander gets as far as depositing Ben onto the bed, but no further.

“Don’t go…” whispers a pitiful, sniveling little voice.

His heart hammers. For so long now, he truly has been enamored with the bug. Fascination at first, but now..?

So much more.

“Please…”

So he stayed. Let Ben snuggle up beside him, first just clinging to his arm in some silly desire to not push boundaries. That goofy position lasted only moments before Homelander offered him to rest on his chest.

“I’m a cozy guy,” he whispers. “I won’t bite.”

Just as he thought Benjamin was finally asleep, he heard a whisper.

“Hey, Johnny?”

He was the only soul on the planet who could call him that, let alone make it warm his heart.

“I like you, too.” Ben yawned. “You make things good.”

“Hmm,” he hummed teasingly. “I gave you such a big list earlier, and all I get is that I make things good?”

Ben nodded against him, clearly on the brink of falling asleep.

“Love havin’ you n’my life…”

With that, Ben was out like a light, leaving Homelander to let his own little tears finally leak free.

You make things good.

What a wonderful web he’s found himself tangled in.

[strawwritesfic]

Howard Wolowitz x Female!Reader: Carnival

Summary: Sure, he can’t win a test of strength, but there are more important things in life to be won.

Rating/Tags: T (sexual references; implied sexual content; carnival; non-nerd!Reader; texting; bickering couple; bad date; Raj & Howard; Sheldon & Howard; not canon compliant; not anti-Bernadette; Reader does not get along with Penny; Reader does not get along with Sheldon; anniversary; established Howard/Reader)

Challenge: “160 Collective Drabbles” challenge by BobaPop on Lunaescence Archives.

Tag List: @imaginesfire​

Carnival

Howard Wolowitz was a man of simple pleasures: Cheesecake Factory hamburgers, walks to the comic book store, World of Warcraft marathons on the weekends, and beautiful women. Only the first three of these was he able to regularly indulge in. Since he had met you, the latter was available more frequently…but he was starting to realize there was nothing simple about dating you, pleasure or no. In fact, he was beginning to wonder if perhaps he ought to resign himself to a love life consisting of nothing but online avatars depicting beautiful women.

The trouble was, Howard liked you. He liked you a lot. He liked you so much that it scared the brightly-colored skinny jeans right off him. Never before had he met a woman so intimidating and so attractive at the same time. Whether it was the way your lips parted when you were laughing (even when it was at him) or your eyes sparked when you were mad (not so much when it was at him), he was entranced. 

Unfortunately, he didn’t think he’d have you around much longer, because he was seeing a lot more of the latter than the former these days. Tonight's date was turning out no different.

“A carnival,” you muttered to yourself as you drove through the flat landscape just outside the city. “Really? A carnival?”

You kept saying that, over and over, in that infuriating way girls had that made all men worry over whether or not to risk some reply. As you were nearing your destination, Howard’s restraint found itself under considerable strain. He squirmed uncomfortably in the passenger seat.

“Is there…a problem? With the carnival?” he asked finally, with some attempt at a smile, nervous as it was.

“Why would there be a problem with the carnival, sweetheart?” you asked brightly.

“Well, you just keep repeating the word to yourself.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You returned your attention to steering, and added quietly, “You’d think we’d go somewhere a little more adult for our one-year anniversary, that’s all.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” you sang.

Whatever was eating you was very clearly not nothing. For the duration of the trip–all twenty minutes of it–you continued to grumble under your breath. 

Howard drummed his fingers nervously against his knees in silence. Nothing. You’d said it was nothing. Once you got there, you’d have a good time. You weren’t the sort of girl to break up with your boyfriend on your first anniversary…right? He was being silly.

But if that were the case, then why, when the two of you got out of your car and headed for the blinking display in the distance, did you purposely step away from him when he tried to hold your hand? His palm wasn’t sweaty. He checked. You didn’t so much as grace him with a glance when he bought your entry tickets, let alone a smile. You merely pounded off down the lamp-lit corridor, looking quite pretty in the constantly shifting lights, but also quite angry.

“[Name], seriously,” Howard said when he caught up. “What’s the matter with you?”

“Nothing’s the matter with me,” you answered, but you did so while scowling and crossing your arms over your chest.

He almost laughed. “You’re not a very good actress.”

“And you’re not a very smart engineer!” you burst out suddenly. Before he could recover, you were barreling on, “You really can’t figure it out? Really? How old are we supposed to be? And where did you choose to take us for our date? A carnival!”

He blinked. And blinked. And blinked some more. Then he smirked. “Oh, I get it. You don’t think the carnival is very adult. Well, that’s just silly!” This time, he did laugh, with relief, sidling closer to add in a low voice, “There are plenty of adult things to do at the fair. For instance, there’s the tunnel of love…”

“I am not screwing you in the tunnel of love, Howard!” you shouted, so loudly that several nearby heads swiveled in your direction.

Normally he admired your brash approach to sex–really admired it–but maybe here wasn’t the best place to talk about that. There were kids around, after all. 

He smiled sheepishly before pushing you further down the grassy lane. “That’s not what I meant. Well, okay, it is. But come on, [Name]. You told me to pick a place for our anniversary, and you didn’t like my first idea.”

“It was the Cheesecake Factory! You really think I wanted to spend my anniversary watching you ogle that waitress?”

Howard did not protest this blatant mischaracterization–because it wasn’t. There would have been ogling. Two beautiful women to look at on one evening? As if he should have been so lucky. Obviously, he hadn’t been. “Look, I had that plan. You shot it down. Now we’re here instead, with no Penny in sight.”

“You’ve never heard of dancing? Or dinner somewhere else? A movie, maybe?”

“Well, sure, those are the suggestions Penny gave me when I asked her–”

“You talked to Penny? About our anniversary?”

“She knows what girls like you like!”

“I am nothing like Penny.”

“You’re a little like Penny.” 

Your hatred for Penny was well known within Howard’s group of friends (even by Penny), but honestly, was now the time? Especially when Howard had gone out of his way to not involve her in the evening. 

“She’s a romantic. She knows what women in general like, but,” he added swiftly, “I know how much you hate her, so I used Sheldon’s idea instead.”

“Sheldon’s idea?”

He could not believe he was having this argument here, with the delicious smells of frying corn dogs and funnel cakes wafting through the air. Whatever happened to giggling and clinging to each other going through the haunted house? Why did there always have to be an argument?

“Yes. Sheldon’s idea,” he said. “Admittedly, he did say it was so we could be among our own kind–the clowns–but I thought it sounded fun, and it wasn’t anything she-who-must-not-be-named mentioned. So could we please just try to have a good time?”

You didn’t say anything, but you did follow him, so Howard figured that you had at least agreed to try. That turned out to be exactly what you had agreed to: trying, and nothing more. You did eat a corn dog…grudgingly. You did kiss him inside the tunnel…while scowling. And you did go with him into the House of Mirrors…you just didn’t come out with him. 

Seeing you upset wasn’t exactly the way he had planned this night to go. No, his plan had involved a lot more smiling, a bit of inappropriate touching, and maybe some hanky-panky when you two got back to your apartment. None of that appeared to be on horizon now, and Howard was starting to panic.

“Let’s go try out the games now, all right?” he said, desperation coloring his words as surely as his vice-grip on your hand did.

You didn’t try to slip away this time, just sighed. “Howard, I’m tired. Can’t we go home?”

“And do what?” he asked, letting go of himself.

You stuck your lower lip out and shrugged, a sure sign that if he let you drive the two of you home, you would fake a headache and send him on his way as soon as you arrived.

“You haven’t even attempted to have a good time tonight. At least let me try. Here, I bet I could win you one of those bunnies." 

He said this as you passed by one of the game stalls. This one was a little bit emptier, perhaps due to the scary-looking muscular carnie running it. The attraction was a strength tester, hammer, bell, and all, and almost all the prizes–the aforementioned pink stuffed bunnies–remained hanging from their posts at the sides of the tower.

“Howie, I don’t know…”

Your following bitten lip was the last straw. He crammed a roll of ones into the carnie’s outstretched palm, rolled up his sleeves, and picked up the waiting mallet. 

“I think I know what I’m doing,” Howard told you over his shoulder. “Everyone knows these really don’t test your strength. It’s all in where you hit the pedal. As an engineer, I know the exact place. It’s simple physics. I’m guaranteed to win you a prize.”

He swung down with all his scrawny might, then waited, watching, listening. No sound followed. No ding. The weight went up two notches, hovered there, then…fell right back down to the pedal.

“Let me guess,” growled the carnie, “y’ didn’t mean to hit it there.”

Normally, Howard would have agreed. Normally, he would have tried again and again and again until he finally managed to impress the woman he had been seeing romantically (and sexually) for a year. But this time he couldn’t. Not anymore. If this date had proven anything, it was that Howard Wolowitz could never impress a woman like [F Name] [L Name].

He set the hammer down, carefully. Then he walked over to you, carefully.

“Meet you back at the car,” he muttered as he stared past you.

To the car, however, was not where he went. A long, oppressively quiet drive back to the city wasn’t going to help matters. Nothing would. At least a plate of funnel cake would make him feel less like throwing up that corn dog from earlier, though. Or maybe more. Still couldn’t make him feel worse than Raj texting him at that exact moment to check in:

Hey, man. How’s it going with [Name]?

Terrible, Howard replied.

Doesn’t like the carnival, huh? I knew you should have listened to Penny. [Name] likes that sort of thing, too.

[Name] is nothing like Penny.

She’s exactly like Penny, and she hates the date, doesn’t she?

Fine. Yes. [Name] hates the date. Does that make you feel better about yourself?

A little bit. I always said she was too good for you.

Raj had a point. Clearly Howard had no idea what he was doing. Of course he didn’t! He’d never had a one-year anniversary in his entire life. Not that Raj had either. 

Heart sinking, Howard crammed a piece of funnel cake into his mouth. His stomach churned. If he tried to force anything else into his down his throat, it would all come out, and wasn’t that just the way he wanted you to see him before you dumped him? Better to start bracing for the inevitable breakup waiting for him in the car. He hopped off the bench to throw his plate into the overflowing trashcan nearby, only to run straight into one of those stuffed bunnies from before.

“Hey,” said a familiar voice.

Howard cast his eyes above the pink ears settled against two shapely breasts to see your face. This was of very little comfort to him, given the circumstances.

“Hey,” he answered sulkily, then brushed by to finish what he had been doing before you’d so rudely interrupted.

You followed, still clutching the rabbit. 

Howard snorted. “New boyfriend win that for you? Let me guess. He’s the carnie.”

“No.” 

Your voice was soft. Apparently you weren’t offended at the idea of sleeping with some muscle-bound weirdo, then, so long as he was muscle-bound. Howard rolled his eyes as he stalked off toward the parking lot. 

“Howie, wait,” you called after him.

Against his better judgement, he did.

You ran up, paused, then thrust the rabbit into his chest. “I won him for you.”

A sardonic smile graced his lips before he noticed that there wasn't hint of sarcasm in your eyes. In fact, they were big and wide and beautiful and how could he be mad at you when you looked at him like that?

“You…did?” he asked as he hesitantly took the stuffed animal.

You averted your eyes. “Yeah. I mean, you wanted one really badly.”

“For you! Because I wanted you to get something out of this date!”

“I know.” You took a deep breath and forced your gaze back up to him. “I did. I’m sorry. I guess I just had so many expectations about this date that I…I sort of ruined it, didn’t I?”

“A little. This is cute, though. You really won it for–for me?”

“Who else am I gonna win it for?”

“Your new boyfriend?”

You responded by punching him in the shoulder–but softly. “The only boyfriend I want is you, okay? So long as you don’t want to break up with me over me being such a brat tonight.”

His first thought was to say of course not! When was he ever going to find another girl like you to agree to spend time with him? Or have sex with him for that matter? Howard had never had any luck in that department before. But he stopped that thought dead in its tracks, because he had got a wonderful idea.

“Well,” he said, fidgeting with the rabbit’s cheap plastic eye, “I am pretty sad. I went to all this work. If you wanted to make it up to me when we got back to your apartment, I wouldn’t say no.”

“Why did I just know you were going to try to guilt me into sex?” You shook your head, but at the same time, took his hand in your of your own volition for the first time that evening. “Come on, geek. We’ve got business to take care of.”

“Yes ma’am! And Mr. Bun can watch.”

You shot him a smile. Maybe the dumping wasn't inevitable after all. You did know Howard, and he knew you. A year was a long time. There was the slimmest chance that this was how the date had been destined to go from the very beginning. He’d got one of his one year anniversary wishes in the end, and if the hanky-panky was all he got, Howard certainly wasn’t complaining.

[dynamic-power]

Evie @energievie tagged me in an end of year writer interview! This is such a cool idea.

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1. How many works do you have on AO3? 

15! I plan to increase that by a lot next year!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

Just shy of 62k.

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Since Prom - Steddie, E

An Offer - Kanej, T

back to the past - Steddie, T WIP

Coach H - Steddie, T

Kinktober Drabbles - various, E WIP (it's finished on tumbr. I just need to move the last few to AO3 lmao)

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Ngl, I struggle with this. I want to. I see and cherish every single one! But I forget to reply, or I don't know what to say, or I don't check for comments for a month and when I finally see them, I feel like it's too late. 😅

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

That would be A Coat Or A Blanket. Angst is not my forte. I want happy endings for everyone.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Probably Since Prom? Or Arrivals. Just because there's an actual plot and a real ending lol.

7. Do you write crossovers?

Not yet. But maybe in the future? 🤷

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yes lol. It was on a kinktober fic. Ao3 rule number 1: don't like, don't read. Apparently they didn't get the memo. 🤣

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Most of my fics are kinktober! So kinky, gay sex. 😏 That'll change next year. I mean that I plan to write a lot of non-kinktober stuff, not that I won't be writing kikny, gay sex.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so 👀

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, but I wouldn't be opposed

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope, but I wouldn't be opposed. Seriously, if you ever want to collab, lmk! 😄

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Currently, it's Gallavich. But my favorite of all time is Drarry.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

It's one I haven't even started posting yet. It's a Gallavich soul mate AU where the pair have special gifts centered around eye contact. Mickey can see soul mates and Ian severs soul mate connections. I'm absolutely in love with it but I'm also kinda struggling to get through it. 😭😭😭

15. What are your writing strengths?

Word limits. I love the challenge of trying to portray certain emotions or situations in a limited amount of time, and I feel like I'm really good at it. I don't have to get caught up in details, I can just make my readers feel in just a few sentences.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Pacing lol. I don't have patience, I always end up rushing my ending.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

2 situations. If the POV character doesn't speak the language, I try to limit it to things that can be easily assumed without need for translation. Expletives, nicknames, or recognizable phrases. Unless, of course, the POV character is meant to not understand what is being said. And 2, if the POV character speaks the language, I'll usually have them translate in their thoughts. I just want the reader to be on the same level of understanding as the POV character.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter. That was way back in the day. I posted my first fic in 2010. 🤣 On my current account, it was Six of Crows.

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

Hooo boy. Doctor Who comes to mind. I'm obsessed with the idea of Fourteen and Jack Harkness meeting again. I've always wanted to do something for Criminal Minds. I'll probably dip my toe into Supernatural, too. I've done drabbles for Mungrove, Harringrove, and Harringroveson, but i'd also like to do full fics for them. Idk, I've always got too many ideas.

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Either Since Prom or Coming Soon To Home Video. I can't pick.

If you write fanfiction, you should totally do this! Consider this me, tagging you.

Our just giving you cake. 🍰

[snurtle]

Please I need more of the 'Gin and Tousen survive' AU im starving for themTM content

It’s been a hot minute since I got this ask! Care for a drabble? I wrote this a while ago but I just never got around to posting it. I’m always starving for more AU content of them too my dude ! 😭

840ish words of questionable decisions and research acquisitions ft! Yoruichi and Kisuke. Gin is not technically in this one except as the object of conversation, but it does set up the scenario I like to imagine for Gin’s half of the “los stinky boys survive” AU, so good enough in my books.

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"What in the world compelled you to save him? Do you have any idea the consequences it could bring down on our heads?” Yoruichi demands with the imperiosity of a lord, her arms crossed over her chest.

“Ichimaru Gin is not exactly an obscure persona non grata. Urahara!"

"I don't know...." Kisuke stalls. Reclined on the floor as he was, his head leaned back, the late afternoon light radiating through the paper doors made his dark eyes gleam gold. Up until the unfortunate discovery of a makeshift ICU in the basement, he’d been trying (and mostly succeeding) to sneak in a nap. Even given the impossible, ridiculous powers of Benihime, to stitch back together what remained of the former traitor captain had been no easy task... and he could not remember the last time he had ever considered himself a healer. To excise the pernicious reiatsu from the wound, to modify just enough of his soul chain and soul sleep that Ichimaru could survive a continued intrusion from it while Urahara figured out another stop-gap... It was a lot.

Finally, Kisuke hits on the string of words he was after, just as a black Tabi sock starts to insistently probe the soft space under his floating rib for weak organs.

"Ahh, ah-! I suppose I feel responsible for him!"

Yoruichi's eyebrows lift a fraction of an inch. She pulls her foot back for a kick.

"In a way! He's a bit like Jinta and Ururu, or even little Nemu...” Kisuke half whines, half explains, squidging hurriedly away from the imminent contact. “The product of being raised with monsters, or- ahaha- something like that."

"Oho! That's a good explanation Kisuke.” Yoruichi says. Her foot continues to hover just a centimeter above the floor mat, but the promise of an explanation stalls her ire.

“I might even believe it, if I were anyone else. But that’s a hell of an evasion. Something more concrete, please."

At this, Urahara laughs, a silly man caught in an easy deflection. He pulls his hat further down over his face.

"You're a little too good at reading me, Miss Yoruichi..." he says, mock mournful.

"A good lord must know his vassal and source of wet food like the back of his hand."

"Cat."

"Mouse. The actual reason." She crooks her hand as if waiting for Kisuke to place something in it. When his head turns a fraction of an inch and only the glint of his eyes return from the deep shadows of his hat, Yoruichi knows that he's obliged.

"... Mister Ichimaru was exposed to Aizen's reiatsu for a very long time. Not only his, but that of the Hogyoku.. And their combined form, as well, which I think merits a distinction. And seeing as how the actual Aizen is now both locked up and /fantastically/ unhelpful by personality... any other samples of the effect it has on a soul are.. ah. hm. Off limits."

"So an experiment." She offers. Was that so hard.

"Uncharitable. I could take offense to such a clinical explanation for saving another being-"

Yoruichi snorts. Charitable, she would not call Kisuke Urahara. Not the one she knew. But his insistence on a non-threatening appearance had always amused and been handy in equal measure.

"I’m waiting for an alternative.”

"Why, insurance!" He replies musically.

"Your insurance is more likely to injure you than the thing you're keeping it against."

At that, Urahara just smiles. Yoruichi didn't sound un-supportive. Far from it, though she tried to sound otherwise. Through her cautious, callous pawing around the edges, she was just as interested in what Urahara might do as he was in /doing/ it. It had always been this way. But it was her self-appointed job to at least sound like she hadn't already jumped onto the bandwagon with him. Call it part of the vetting process. Part of keeping them both safe.

That was what he was doing too. At least partly.

“Are you sure?” He asks. And then, after a pause,

“Are you willing to risk the alternative?”

A shiver runs up Yoruichi’s spine. Her gold eyes turn to slits. The exiled head of the Shihoin clan couldn't think of a better way to describe Ichimaru Gin, peacefully sedated and hooked up to a half-dozen life support machines, than a risk. The alternative Kisuke was talking about-- some unmarked day in the future where Mugen was no longer the air-tight private hell that it always had been-- that was supposed to be weighed against the immediate possibility that the strange, conditional goodwill they had earned for themselves over the course of Aizen’s betrayal and subsequent capture could be stripped away by sheltering a traitor less charming than the Visored, and useful to no one but, possibly, themselves. Possibly. If he didn’t kill them on a lark, or get them killed in any number of other ways.

"Besides...! With a one-of-a-kind material, one should take risks in acquisition!" Kisuke just had to add, damning any charitable interpretation of his schemes to the realm of wistful imagination.

Risks, risks. Risks indeed. Yoruichi’s face scrunches up- and then deflates, all at once. An enormous sigh escapes her.

“I just wish you’d tell me before you show up with more strays!”

[naffeclipse]

Happy Halloween Naff! I got you a small Sleuth Jesters drabble treat for today. <3

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"Dracula?  Really?"  Moon grumbled as he adjusted the top hat you had given him to replace his regular fedora for the night.  It had taken some convincing to get him to part with his signature hat, but you have your ways.

"What can I say, darling.  You look dashing in a cape," you grin in reply as you straighten the propped collar of his cape. 

It's not too different from his usual trench coat but the velvety blue black of the draping fabric and crimson lining looks exceptionally striking surrounding his figure.  Or maybe it's the suit, or the way the glow of his red eyes from under the brim of his hat sends a pleased shiver down your spine as he eyes you with mock displeasure.

"And what about you, 'Robin'?  A little on the nose, don't you think?"

A chuckle bubbles easily from your lips as you take a step back and tip your own feathered green cap to the detective.  Your green capelet gathers around your shoulders and hides a number of pockets and pouches that will no doubt come in handy during the costume party the three of you were about to attend.  You were nothing if not committed to the philosophy of stealing from the rich to give to the poor.

"No more on the nose than our dear Sherlock," you smirk and glance past Moon to where Sun stood by the long mirror in the hallway.

His bright yellow fingers smooth the wrinkles from his warm brown overcoat and double check that the prop magnifying glass you'd given him rests securely in his breast pocket.  For all that your boys had been hesitant to submit to your costume suggestions, Sun looks far too pleased and thrilled to see himself dressed as his beloved literary character.  

Satisfied with the final touches of his costume, Sun turns with a bright grin towards you and Moon.  "If we're all ready, we should head off soon!  Can't keep the good Mayor waiting."

"You say that as if he's the one who invited us and not Gregory," Moon snorts and opens the door for the three of you to head out towards the car.  

"It’s still at the Mayor's manor, which means he allowed Gregory to invite us," Sun replies as he slides into the driver’s seat of the car while you and Moon climb in the back.

Moon has to duck his head a bit deeper to keep his tophat from getting caught on the roof.  He grumbles about it, but when you fix the brim for him with a smile and trail your fingers down the edge of his faceplate, his eyes grow warm and bright before he catches your hand to press the back of your fingers to his grin.  A flush of warmth rises in your chest at the sweet gesture, but you manage to hold back the blush.  What a charmer.  You'll have to make sure you find a moment or two at the party to treat your boys for playing along with your tricks.

Giving his dark fingertips a squeeze, you settle against Moon and wonder aloud, "I wonder what Gregory's going to dress up as…"

Mayor Fazbear greets the lot of you with an oddly strained smile, somewhere between amusement and embarrassment but it's not until you step in and hear the bright voice of Gregory calling out to you in greeting that you see why.  Gregory's outstretched hand waves eagerly to the three of you, with a thin red ribbon with two golden charms tied around his wrist.  Detectives Sun and Moon can only stare as the boy dressed in black slacks and a pressed white shirt not unlike your favoured outfit comes rushing to meet you with an excited grin.

Sun whispers something that vaguely sounds like, 'Oh no,' while Moon lets out a slow sigh.  You, on the other hand, couldn't be more delighted.

*stuffs this delightful treat into my trick-or-treating bucket* Plum this is so sweet and fun, ah!! I love their costume choices, all very fitting (especially vigilante's hehe), and OH MY GOSH GREGORY!!! He's so precious!! That last bit makes my heart melt, and also laugh. Poor detectives. That's just so delightfully in character for everyone as well as hilarious! I'm hugging you so hard right now, you have no idea ♥

I am so normal about the little cute moments of casual yet tender touches! You know Y/N is gonna give their favorite detectives a real nice treat later when they can steal a moment, and we all know how good they are at that ♥

Ahhh, thank you, Plum!! Happy Halloween!!! May I offer you a candy corn on the cob in return for your wonderful writing?!

[spaceyflowerswriting]

What if a scenario about DG being in a romantic relationship with a high schooler reader?

whoops... (james lee x reader; highschool au)

details: fluffy/silly drabble, gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, general canon/highschool au, you and james are dating

summary: you and your boyfriend head to his place after a date and come across a... surprise??

a/n: u meant like. highschool au right? bc dg is an adult so him being with a reader in high school would just be wrong ?? either way that's what im doing;; thanks for the request !

(this is set in the same universe as this james drabble i wrote a while back i.e. kouji and crystal are his younger siblings)

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A sigh of relief came out of you and James as you both entered his home. The wave of cool air from his house's AC compared to the scorching heat waves outside was beyond relieving.

"Finally," you murmured, turning off the mini fan James bought for you in the middle of your date with him at the carnival. You hurriedly took off your shoes and ran towards the couches. After dropping the bags of carnival prizes in your hand on the floor, you sat down on the couch, leaning your head back.

James hummed and walked over to you, standing behind the couch to look down at you. He patted your cheek with a smile. "Sorry for making you go on that walk with me after our date."

"You should be, my legs are aching." He laughed at your half-joke and just leaned down to press a kiss on your forehead.

"Mwah. I think that about does it for an apology."

Playfully scoffing at that, you sat up and watched him walk off, disappearing around a corner into the kitchen. You cupped a hand around your mouth and yelled, "Don't you think I at least deserve a leg massage?"

He called back, "I can give that to you later if you'd like, but how does a snack sound for now?"

"Well, count me in!" Grinning, you practically jumped off the couch and stumbled your way over into the kitchen.

James was looking through the refrigerator. "Anything's up for grabs." He turned to look at you as you entered. "Except pastries. I think Crystal and Kouji ate them all up again."

You chuckled and started to dig through the cupboards. "Must be nice living with annoying younger siblings."

"Oh, you bet." He replied in a lighthearted, sarcastic way and you sympathized with him. Crystal was sometimes a bit much, but Kouji was definitely a troublemaker.

"Speaking of your siblings... they've still got a lot of growing up to do, obviously, but they're really smart for their age."

"Unfortunately."

You laughed a little and grabbed a snack that caught your eye before closing the cupboard. "You're really smart for your age, too, you know?"

James closed the refrigerator, taking out a bowl of grapes. He gestured for you to join him at the dining table as he walked away, replying, "You think so?"

"Uh, yes? Like seriously, how are you so put together with so many talents? We're only highschool students, but you act so much like an adult." You followed after him and sat down in the seat he pulled out for you. "I don't think I've ever even seen you study once."

"Hm..." James shrugged a bit. "I guess it's the natural talents of a genius?" He chuckled when you rolled your eyes.

"Sure. By the way, you know about our test next week?"

"Uh-huh?" He pulled out a chair for himself and nodded along as you rambled. Right as he took a seat though, you went dead silent when there came the sound of a... whoopie cushion.

You weren't sure if you wanted to laugh or look away in second hand embarrassment so you ended up with a shocked expression, lips thinned to try to prevent a smile.

James somehow didn't look embarrassed himself, only confused.

Thankfully, within the split second of you and James reacting, two loud bursts of laughter were heard not too far away.

"YOU ACTUALLY GOT HIM?!" Goo's voice. "HOW?! HE NEVER FALLS FOR MY PRANKS!"

"I TOLD YOU HE LETS HIS GUARD DOWN EASILY WHENEVER HE'S WITH HIS PARTNER!" Kouji's voice. "NOW GIVE ME THE MONEY YOU PROMISED!"

"ONLY IF YOU MAKE IT OUT ALIVE!"

"HUH--?!"

You and James turned to see Goo sprinting down the stairs, laughing along the way. The front door was heard being slammed open, and then Kouji came down the stairs after, also sprinting like his life depended on it. Which it probably did.

"Um." You were rendered speechless.

Your boyfriend gently set his bowl of grapes down. "It's one thing if they prank me, but to do so while I'm with you..." He shook his head and smiled sweetly. "Can you give me a second, babe? I'll be right back." He stood up and you could only watch in even more shock as he ran off.

That was the fastest you'd seen him run in a while.

Once he was gone and silence fell in the house, you could hear distant screaming. You finally let yourself laugh at the absurdity of what just happened.

[cherrycola27]

IF I DIDN'T HAVE YOU: A SIREN'S SONG EPILOGUE

Paring: Rooster x OC Captain Harper Ann "Siren" Mitchell-Bradshaw

Warnings: Cursing, Allusions to Smut, PTSD, Anxiety/ Panic Attack. 18+ Minors DNI

A/N This drabble was inspired by the Thompson Square song "If I Didn't Have You"

Phoenix ran through the corridors to catch up with her group of friends. Several members of the Dagger Squad were on their way to check out the new group of recruits who they would be training later this week. "Bob hurry up!" She called behind to her WSO who was trying to keep up with her while carrying an armful of snacks. "I'm going as fast as I can!" He called.

"Did we miss it?" Phoenix panted when she finally caught up to Rooster, Hangman, Payback, Fanboy, and Coyote. "No they just got here and Mav is about to introduce her." Hangman said wrapping an arm around his wife and kissing the top of her head.

"Did we miss it?" Bob repeated when he came in moments earlier. "No Bob we made it just in time." Phoenix replied grabbing some chips from him. "Sorry we were late, I had to get snack because this is always so entertaining." Bob said passing out snacks to the group as they all took seats at the back of the airplane hanger.

"So Bradshaw, only makes sense you start off the pool since we are betting on your wife." Hangman said turning to Rooster. "So whats the wager."

"I saw this group at the Hard Deck last night and at least half of them seemed cockier than you Hangman... so I'm going to say 50 bucks that she puts at least on of them in their place by the end of the day." Rooster said confidently. "Hmmm I don't know if it will be today I'm going to say 50 bucks and she loses it on them by day three." Coyote countered. One by one the members of the groups decided if they were team Rooster or team Coyote.

When it came to new recruits, it wasn't a matter of if Siren would blow up on them, but when. Inevitably one of them would put together that Siren was Maverick's daughter, Rooster's wife, and Ice's goddaughter which would lead to the snarky comments about where she was in her career. And that led to her ripping them a new one and in rare cases, leaving them in tears.

"Everyone, please say hello to your head instructor Captain Harper Mitchell-Bradshaw... Call Sign: Siren" Maverick finished as Harper stepped up to the podium.

"Greetings Aviators" Harper said smiling "Welcome to Top Gun. As Admiral Mitchell stated I will be your head instructor but you will have several others over the next 13 weeks. Each one of them has amazing skills and will teach you a lot. I know, because I have flown with them. When you are with me, you will be learning advanced dogfighting maneuvers. There will be times when your other instructors will assist me. And if I can convince him, you might be able to see Admiral Maverick Mitchell in the sky." Harper finished.

"Now before we begin, does anyone have any questions." Harper stated walking around the podium and leaning on it. A singular hand raised.

"Yes Lieutenant...." Siren began "McSwain" the man finished for her "But you can call me Thunder, princess" he winked.

"Ohhhh looks like I'm about to make some money" Rooster whispered to the group at the back of the room. "Now hold your horses... she might play it cool he might have some sense about him." Hangman replied

"Lt. McSwain.... I would like to kindly remind you that the next time you address me it is either: Ma'am, Siren, or Captain Mitchell-Bradshaw." Siren said smiling at the young Lieutenant.

"Yes Ma'am. My apologies." He grinned back slyly. "But back to my question. Your name. 'Mitchell-Bradshaw' is that a coincidence or are you related to the Admiral and/or Captain Rooster Bradshaw." Thunder asked.

"Well if you must know, yes I am related to both. Maverick is my father and Rooster is my husband." Siren replied without missing a beat. "Now if there are any other questions that do not involve my personal life you may ask them. If not, let's move on. She finished trying to keep her cool. Siren knew Thunders type. He was like a younger version of Hangman. There was always one in every group.

"One more question Captain." Thunder stated. "Yes Lt. McSwain... Harper said praying this conversation wasn't going where she thought it was... she just wanted to get this trainees in the sky.

"Who helped you get this position of head instructor, Daddy Admiral or Captain Hubby?" He asked laughing with a shit eating grin on his face. A few of the other students snickered, but most of them stayed quiet.

"Lt. McSwain... if you must know the answer is neither." Harper walked up to his desk and leaned in closely. "Ohhh this is gonna be good" Fanboy whispered trying not to laugh

"Obviously you didn't pay attention when Maverick was introducing me but incase you didn't know... I was number one in my Top Gun class... beating my husband actually... have five confirmed in air kills which makes me the only Active Duty Ace and one of two Aces in the last 50 years... the other being my father. Do you have any kills? No you don't I read your file. I was one of the youngest people in the Navy to earn the title of Captain. So the only person who helped me get this position is myself. I earned this spot." She looked at the now stunned Lieutenant in the eyes. "And even though you talk a big game...much like your Call Sign all it is, is a bunch of noise." She finished turning around.

"And just an FYI lieutenant, she out ranks me! I married up!" Rooster yelled from the back of the room. Harper looked up from the podium to see her friends at the back of the hanger no doubt some of them just lost money to the rest. She locked eyes with her husband who shot her a wink. She then felt her phone buzz in her pocket.

"Well, now that's settled everyone go suit up. We are in the air for dogfights in 30. Dismissed." Siren instructed. While everyone filed out of the room, Harper checked her phone. There was a new text message from Rooster

"🐓 Hubby: Our office. Meet me there in five ;)"

Harper knew exactly what that message meant. Smiling to herself, she gathered her things and headed to the office.

Moments later Siren quickly padded her way down the hall to the office she and her husband shared. When she reached the end of the corridor she turned the knob and darted in. She quickly locked the door and drew the curtain. Before she could turn around her husband's hands were on her waist and his lips where on her neck.

He pulled her flush against him. Harper could feel his hardness pressing against her. "Do you know just how fucking hot it is when you tear those idiots a new one?" Rooster muttered against her skin as he placed hot open mouthed kisses against her neck.

"Just does something to me baby... love seeing you take charge like that." He groaned as he worked the zipper of her flight suit down. Siren twist around to face her husband. She cupped his length through his flight suit Bradley hissed at the contact. "We only have a few minutes before someone will start to wonder where I'm at." Siren reminded him.

"Guess we'll just have to be quick then." Rooster stated as he bent her over his desk.

Twenty minutes later Siren was checking over herself in the locker room mirror. After their morning quickie, Harper realized she had to fix her hair. Rooster always loved to pull it when he took her from behind... not that she was complaining in the moment, but after the fact she hated having to put it back into the Navy bun she had to wear.

She grabbed her things and shut her locker. She quickly made her way to her plane to get ready for dog fights. The recruits who weren't flying were in the briefing room along with the other members of the Dagger Squad listening in. Just like her father before her, Siren put a wager on the flights. First to get shot down owes 200 push-ups and in all her time teaching at Top Gun, she still hadn't done a single one.

After a few hours of flying and push-ups done by all of the new pilots, Harper dismissed them for the day and told them to be ready for more flights tomorrow with other instructors and she would see them in a few days to see if they had learned anything new.

After everyone had left, she and Rooster hopped in her Durango to get pick up their kids from Grammy P. Rooster insisted on driving even though he would rather be in his Bronco. "Remind me again why we can't drive my car?" He asked as he adjusted the drivers seat back. "Because your Bronco wasn't exactly designed for a car seat and a boostet seat" Harper replied buckling her belt.

"I guess you're right" he sighed "While I love my car it probably isn't the best for the kids to ride in right now, but when they get bigger... we are going to drive it all the time!" He told her as they headed to Penny and Maverick's house.

"Knock knock" Harper called as she entered her parents house. "Anyone home?" Rooster called behind her. The patter of small feet sounded across the hardwood floors as the Bradshaw children ran through the home.

"Mommy! Daddy!" Five year old Goose and two year old Cara cheered as they lept into their parents arms. Harper and Rooster peppered their children's faces with kisses. "Stop daddy... it tickles" Cara said pushing her father's face and mustache away from her. "Cara, the tickles is the best part silly." Goose told his sister while giving his mother a big hug.

Penny came into the living room moments later. "Hope they didn't give you too much trouble today Mom." Harper stated shifting her son to her hip as she hugged her mother. "The never do. I love my grand babies." Penny replied. "They certainly love you too." Rooster replied as his children giggled.

Moments later the family heard the kitchen door shut and footsteps enter. "Hello! Anyone here?" A familiar voice called out. "Grandpa Mav!" Both children squealed as they wriggled free of their parents grasps to see him.

"There's my favorite little co-pilots" Maverick cooed as he picked up both Goose and Cara. "Missed you two today."

"We missed you today too Grandpa Mav, and Mommy and Daddy. But we had so much fun with Grammy P." Goose informed them. "Well I am so glad you had fun." Maverick told his grandson.

"Alright kiddos, time to head home... its pizza night!" Rooster stated as he tried to wrangle his children. "Pizza is my favowite!" Cara smiled taking her father's hand as they made their way to the car.

"Thanks again for watching them mom. Love you!" Harper called as she made her way to the car.

Though it was a short drive home, both children fell asleep tired after a fun day with their Grammy. The Bradshaws sat in the driveway savoring the moment. "I love this. I love our life, our little family. I can't imagine anything else." Rooster stated breaking the silence grabbing his wife's hand. "Me too baby me too." Harper replied. "Now let's get his guys in and fed before they turn into gremlins" Harper laughed as the family made their way in.

12 weeks later

"Bradley!" Harper called from their shared bathroom.

"Yes dear?" He asked poking his head in and raising his eyebrow. "Can you please come help me zip my dress? I can't get it and if we don't leave soon we will be late for the Top Gun graduation gala and it wouldn't look good if the head instructor and presenter of the Top Gun trophy was late!" Harper signed frustrated. "I swear this dress fit perfectly a few weeks ago when I picked it out!" Harper stated throwing up her hands.

"Don't worry baby I got you." Rooster kissed her shoulder as he tugged her zipper up. "There... perfect." He smiled behind her. "I'm going to go start the car meet you down there in 5!" He said turning on his heels and leaving.

Harper grabbed the remaining things she needed and placed them in her clutch. As she turned to leave a wave of nausea came over her. She quickly pushed it down. It was just nerves she told herself. She had to give a speech and she hated public speaking a perfectly logical explanation.

The gala and ceremony went surprisingly well. Harper was over the moon to present the Top Gun Trophy to Gypsy, one of the four female aviators in her class this year. Everyone was enjoying the night. They ate, the drank, they danced. Well everyone except for Harper ate, drank, and danced. After dinner she was doubled over in the restroom trying to catch her breath after she emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet.

She grabbed her phone and typed out a quick text to her husband explaining that she was sick and would meet him at the car. Minutes later she and Rooster were heading home. "B, can we stop at this pharmacy, I want to get some meds so I can feel better." Harper asked. "Of course honey. Want me to go in for you?" He asked his voice dripping with concern for his wife.

"No baby I will be quick." Siren replied giving him a quick peck on the cheek before exiting the vehicle. She quickly made her way into the pharmacy. She grabbed some medication for nausea and then quickly made her way to the family planning aisle.

She looked at the row of pregnancy test before her. Normally Harper wouldn't have entertained the idea of being pregnant again... she and Rooster both expressed that they wanted two kids... which they had, but they were a married couple, a happily married couple, who had sex, quite a bit of sex actually, but in the two years since Caroline had been born, Harper had never been late and when she was finishing up to go to the gala she realized there were some leftover tampons in her clutch from the last time she had used it.

She took them out not thinking, but on the drive there she realized it had been a minute since she had her period, so she check her cycle tracking app and realized she was late... very late... twelve weeks late to be exact. She was pulled out of her thoughts by the chime of her phone

Hubby 🐓: Everthing okay? Need me to come in?

Harper: No, just finishing up!

She quickly typed out a reply grabbed a few tests and went to checkout

The moment the couple got home Harper bolted up the stairs and ran into the bathroom. She locked the door behind her for good measure. She definitely did not want Bradley walking in on her while she was taking a pregnancy test. She ripped the package open and quickly got to work. She didn't bother with the directions, she had two kids she knew how this worked. Open the test, pee on the stick, wait. She did take two just to be safe. The odd of one false positive were there but two... not possible.

Three minutes late there were two big blue plus signs looking back at her. "Shit" she whispered just as she heard a small knock on the door.

"Babe... you okay in there" Rooster called through the door. "I'm fine honey just going to take off my makeup and brush my teeth. I'll be out for bed soon!" She called back through the door.

Harper quickly stashed the tests and evidence away, scrubbed her face and her teeth before cuddling up with her husband. Her mind raced as she heard him gently snore in his sleep. She had to get to the infirmary first thing in the morning. Then she had to tell her father of all people that while she could instruct from the ground in a few weeks she most definitely could not be in the air.

Then she thought about how she had been flying almost everyday these past few weeks and she had consumed some alcohol, hell she had even had sushi... all things pregnant women shouldn't do.

She ran her hands over her face and attempted to sleep

"Well Captain, it looks like you are about 12 weeks just like you thought." Dr. Caudill told her as she finished up her ultrasound. "Looks like someone got busy the first week those new Top Gun recruits came in" Dr. Caudill laughed wagging her eyebrows. "Sharon! It's not funny!" Harper shrieked at her friend.

"It's a little funny" Sharon replied. "Did everything look okay? I mean is the baby fine? Because I flew, I drank, I had sushi, I FLEW!" Harper asked panicking. "Everything looks good. The baby is fine and healthy." Sharon reassured her.

"Ugh.... how do I tell my dad... how do I tell Bradley!" Harper flopped back on the exam table. "That I can't help you with, but I know both of those men in your life are very supportive of you, and Rooster loves being a father more than he loves flying planes. So, and I can even believe I'm about to quote your dad on this 'Don't think, just do." Dr. Caudill told Siren before she exited her office.

Sharon was right, so Siren marched down to her father's office. "Dad," she called as she came in. "Hey pumpkin! Didn't expect you to visit me today!" Maverick smiled getting up to hug her.

"Yeah me neither... but there's something I need to let you know." Harper began. "Next week, when the new class of recruits come in... I... I can teach on the ground but I can't fly." She whispered. "Why not honey? What's wrong?" Maverick asked looking at her with concern.

"Well, I'm pregnant dad." Harper stated. Maverick looked at her blankly for a moment before a smile spread across his face. "Aw honey! Thats amazing news, I didn't know you and Bradley were trying for a third... though I really just try to ignore the fact that you have sex." Maverick laughed.

"We really weren't trying... it just kind of accidentally happened. And you can't tell him because I haven't told him. I just knew I had to tell you because you are technically my commanding officer." Harper babbled.

"Of course. You tell him when you are ready in the mean time, no flying... got it. Well honey I have a meeting to get to." Maverick gave his daughter a kiss on the head and left his office.

Harper sighed and walked out of her father's office. She made her way back to her car to begin the long drive home. Thankfully she and Rooster both had the day off and Goose and Cara were with Penny at the beach today. She knew she had to tell him... she obviously couldn't keep it from him. She decided she would just rip the bandage off. He was excited the first two times... surely this wouldn't be any different... right?

Harper opened the door and found Rooster sitting in the kitchen eat lunch. "Hey baby. I just made some food if you're hungry." Rooster greeted as she came through the door. "Thanks honey... but I'm not hungry... there's actually... I... I need to talk to you about something B." Harper said sitting down next to him.

Rooster took note of the tremor in Harper's voice. He set his phone down and pushed is plate away. He grabbed his wife's hands. "Harps, what's going on?." He asked.

"I'm not going to beat around the bush B or sugar coat anything. Do you remember our little romp in our office at the beginning of the last Top Gun class..." She trailed off. "Of course I do baby... how could I forget..." Rooster mumbled kissing her knuckles.

"Well... turns out that quickie had some unexpected outcomes..." She continued. Rooster sat there looking confused.

"I'm pregnant Bradley. Twelve weeks. I took a test last night when we got back from the gala and Sharon confirmed it this morning. I know we said two kids where enough for us, but you're such a great dad Roos, and I love our family and I think this will be a great new adventure for us. Goose is such a good big brother and Cara will be so excited to be a big sister and we are great parents, and the house is big enough and we don't have to worry about moving around anymore since we teach at Top Gun... we are going to be fine right?" Harper finished her speech looking at her husband.

Rooster sat there with a blank expression on his face. She could tell he was trying to take everything in she had just said. "B, say something" Harper asked reaching for his hand. Bradley wordlessly pulled his hand away from her and stood up. He walked over to the kitchen island and put his hands on it. Rooster let out the breath he had been holding.

Harper walked over to him and tried to hug him. "Don't touch me." He said pushing off of her "B, are you... are you mad at me?" Harper asked as tears brimmed in her eyes.

"Bradley you have to talk to me. Tell me what you are thinking. I mean. I know it's a lot, but we are in a good place. We can do this. I know it's unexpected and we didn't plan it, but everything is going to be okay." Harper tried to reassure him.

"Unexpected is when you get a flat tire, unexpected is when you hit traffic on your way to work. Hell... unexpected is having to eject from an F-18!" Rooster raised his voice with every statement. "This is not unexpected, this is... is... is... a major fuck up... a horrible accident... I mean I know we didn't technically plan Goose and Cara but we knew we wanted two kids. We didn't talk about a third... we never discussed a third I mean... Jesus Harper, I can't even with you right now!" Rooster yelled pacing around the kitchen.

"You can't even with me? In case you didn't know Roos, you had to be there for this to happen just FYI" Harper shouted back. "And how dare you call this baby a fuck up, a horrible accident. Did you think that about our other kids? Is that the first thought you had the other two times I told you I was pregnant? Hmm?!" She screamed at him. Tears were running down her face... damn hormones.

"Harper, you know that's not true, it's just a lot... I need some time to process this. I just need some space." Rooster softened "Well take all the space you fucking need Bradshaw... time to process... thats bullshit." Harper yelled she was getting angrier.

"Harper I'm sorry it's just a lot okay... you can't just spring shit like this on me. I mean a baby is a lot. That's like a a huge bomb to just drop on me. Excuse me for not just going with it like it's just another normal fucking Friday. I mean give me a break. Did you ever stop to think that maybe I don't want a third kid? Did you ever consider how I would feel?" He shouted at her.

"Your feelings? What you want? Really? I mean it's a lot for me too Bradley, but it never once crossed my mind to not want this baby. But you... you don't want this baby... Jesus you don't want this baby do you Bradley?! Oh my God I can't even with you! I understand this is a lot but I figured we would be there for each other but I guess I was wrong!" Harper was so mad she couldn't see straight.

"Harps, I'm sorry baby look..." Rooster tried to apologize. "Get away from me. I don't want you anywhere near me right now Bradley Alexander Bradshaw." Harper threatened her voice low.

"Fine... fine... I'm leaving." Rooster stated throwing his hands up in defeat. With that he grabbed his keys and left. Harper ran upstairs and flung herself on the bed. She quickly texted Penny to ask if she could keep this kids overnight. After she sent the message Harper lost the last ounce of self control she had and sobbed.

At some point Harper had cried herself into a fitful sleep. She hadn't had nightmares about her accident in along time. She had so much good in her life she didn't have to focus on the bad, but this fight with Bradley, the thought that he didn't want this child, it triggered her. Suddenly she was 26 and taking fire again. Her plane was crashing to the ground and she was laying on the forest floor broken and bleeding. Only the dream was different this time. Instead of search and rescue it was Bradley standing over her.

"B, help me please. I need you" She called out in her dream reaching for him. Only he wasn't helping her. He didn't reach out for her, he didn't rescue her. He left her.

"Bradley, wait... help me... please. You promised me. You promised me." She cried out reaching for him... begging him to come back but he didn't he walked away and left her for dead. "Bradley... no... no... please... come back." She sobbed.

"Harper....honey... wake up... Harper." Rooster shook his wife trying to wake her from the obvious nightmare she was having. Harper gasped as she woke up from her nightmare. She grabbed the knife that she kept in her bedside table. She had always kept it there for fear of someone breaking in when Rooster still had to deploy early in their marriage. Her eyes were wild and her breathing was heavy. She was covered in a cold sweat and tears threatened to fall. She looked around the room scanning for possible threats. Her grip on the handle of her blade was so tight her knuckles were white.

Rooster stepped away from her. He had only seen her like this a handful of times before. The last was a few weeks after Baby Nick was born. He knew when she woke up from a night terror like this he had to talk her off the ledge.

"Harper, honey... it's me... it's Bradley" he whispered trying to calm her. "You're okay, you're safe. The kids are safe everything is fine." He called slowly approaching her. "Baby, you're home. Nothing can hurt you here. Give me the knife baby. I'm not going to hurt you. Just take a deep breath and hand it to me." Rooster stated holding out his hand for her to place the weapon in it.

Harper blinked a few times before registering that Bradley was in front of her. She looked at him and then to the blade in her hand. It finally clicked in her brain what was happening. She quickly dropped it into Roosters hand and began to sob. Rooster placed the item on the dresser and went to wrap her in his arms.

"Baby... I'm so sorry. I know this is my fault. I shouldn't have left you. I shouldn't have said those things. I love you, I love our kids... all three of them. I said some awful things and I'm so, so sorry Harper. I will always want you, and I could never not want a baby that we made. Please forgive me." He whispered pressing kisses against her hair.

"You mean that... really?" Harper asked in an almost childlike voice.

"Of course I mean it. When I left I took a drive and I remembered something my mom told me. I think I was about 17 and she told me 'Bradley, you may not believe me, but you are going to marry Harper Mitchell one day. The way you two look at each other is the same way your father and I used too. You are never going to find a woman to put up with you like she does. And once you finally settle down with her, don't ever let her go, because if you do I swear I will come back and haunt you!'" They both laughed at the statement.

"It's true Harper, there is no one else in this world who would put up with me. We've been through so much together... you're it for me Harper... I don't know what I would do without you baby. I need you by my side like I need to breathe." Rooster spoke truthfully.

"I'm sorry I freaked out on you earlier today. I was just so overwhelmed... and... I was scared... scared I wouldn't be enough for you or for our family. I was scared so I lashed out on you and I never should have, and I promise to support you through this pregnancy just like the others." He kissed her again and pulled her close to his chest.

"I know our life can be crazy, but as long as we have each other we will be okay." Rooster said as he and Harper sat on their bed.

"So three kids... they are officially going to out number us." Rooster said breaking the silence. Harper laughed as she settled against him. " I know... I just hope it's a girl because I don't know if I can handle three Bradshaw men in my life!"

"And you think I could handle three Bradshaw women any better?" Rooster asks.

"Whatever we have, I know that as long as you are with me, we are going to make it. No matter how crazy life gets, as long as you are my wingman B, I know everything will be just fine."

"I love you Bradley Bradshaw."

"I love you too Harper Bradshaw."

"I love you more."

"I love you most."

Ahhh babes. I love Harper and Rooster too much to leave them alone! I might have a couple more fics that fit in this universe and I have a few other things in the works! Hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoy writing it!

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So I'm reading your works and I love them !! I was thinking of requesting some kind of drabble or whatever you like, about a female reader who has thick thighs and is somewhat plump and is in love with Tsukishima but he makes a comment about the food and she feels bad and when she meets Bokuto in the boot camp Bokuto is too cute and attentive to her asking for her number and a date. If you don't feel comfortable with this, just ignore it and good luck with your blog. Sorry my english is bad<3

When they make you insecure PT 5 (tsukishima,bokuto)

Part One Part Two  Part Three Part Four  Part Five Part 6

Word Count: 2.6K

Genre: Angst to Fluff

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Tsukishima

You and Tsukishima have been dating in your first year (as you both went to the same middle school together.)

You were in love with Tsukishima, you always have been to be honest, but once you became officially boyfriend and girlfriend your feelings amplified.

But recently, Tsukishima hasn’t been so nice.  

“Y/N we’re going on another training camp at Nekoma” Hinata exclaimed running up to you, as you leaning against Tsukishima “and you get to come too this time!”

You recently became the new trainee manager as the third-year manager, Kikyoko, is going to graduate. Tsukishima acted as if you being around all the time in practice was the worst thing in the world, but Yamagucchi always assured you that ‘Tsukki’ was just joking.

“Oh well that’s fun...” you say entertaining Hinata’s excitement. You were kind of excited to go to the training camp too, as it was in Tokyo after all. You were always a big fan of volleyball as your dad used to play for the national team and you were planning to play on the girls team this year but you felt that you didn’t have the body for it (which was obviously not true.)

Hinata kept on rambling on before Tsukishima insulted him. “Gosh Kei, you don’t have to be so rude.” you complained, he slightly nudged you off of him and put on his headphones showing you that he was not in a good mood.

You let the rest of the practice continue, making notes of things and basically being Kiyoko’s shadow. As it ended, you waited outside for Tsukishima to walk home with you, but one of the guys told you he left 5 minutes ago. You knew there was no point of chasing after him so you just walked on your own, making you sigh in defeat.

Tsukishima was what you would describe as hot and cold. Some days he was fine a ‘perfect gentlemen’ but other days, days like this Tsukishima was just Tsukishima.  

When you got home, you decided to watch matches of all the other schools just to get some insight. You were watching a Fukarodani V Nekoma match from a few years ago and something caught your eye, well someone did to be more specific. A beefy, bicolour haired boy who was hooting like an owl was mesmerizing to watch.

You saw that his name was Bokuto Koutarou which triggered your next actions, which were to internet stalk him. You learned that he was the captain of the team and the team’s ace and the 5th ace in the country which piqued your interest in the boy even more.

‘This is going to be an exciting training camp’ you think to yourself before going to sleep.

`Kiyoko gave you an itinerary of all the things you should bring, since you weren’t going to be joining in any of the matches you were reminded to bring things that would keep entertained.  

You get to the bus at the crack of dawn, ready to be driven to Tokyo. Hinata and Kageyama were already arguing (let’s pretend that they didn’t have to do the retakes in the test) Tanaka and Nishinoya were being loud, and the rest of the members were already asleep. You wanted to sit next to Tsukishima but when you were about to sit down, he put his carryon bag in the seat next to him.

The bus ride was around 4-5 hours, and you spent your time reading and sleeping. Daichi got the loudmouths to calm down making the bus ride more tolerable. You suffered from slight motion sickness but you powered through.

When you arrived there, you saw all the other teams and their buses too. You felt a bit overwhelmed, seeing these tall boys just crowd around an entrance way. But too your surprise, noticing your slight anxiousness, Tsukishima grabbed your hand in a hand-hold.  

The Nekoma coach, explained how the day would pan out and where each team would be residing for the week. There was a lot of commotion getting everyone settled, Hinata and Nishinoya were basically bouncing off of the wall commenting on all the people and the place and how they’re going to ‘crush the competition.’  

You could tell that when the other teams were looking at Karasuno they were all staring at Kiyoko. Inquisitive about how there wasn’t only one girl manager but there was two. As you were walking your eyes locked with Bokuto Koutarou’s making yours widen, you blush and turn your head quickly.  

What you didn’t know was, after your small interaction, Bokuto elbowed Akaashi and said “Akaaashi AKKAAASHI, did ya see that? did ya?” he was flying with happiness “That girl from Karasuno smiled at me. She’s really pretty.”

“I think she’s from Karasuno” Akaashi said “So maybe you’ll see her around”

Bokuto stared off in the direction you were walking in “Yeah, hopefully.”

The first day, everyone got settled in and then the teams went straight into games. There were two different gyms and today, in gym 1, you were watching Karasuno V Nekoma. (By the way I literally don’t remember the teams at the training camp besides Nekoma, Karasuno and Fukarodani.) The game was very back a point each team making point after point, you already knew of Nekoma’s captain, Kuroo Testurou and the setter Kenma, you’ve actually played games with Kenma online before so you were fairly acquainted with him already.

The games ended and it was now dinner time, the canteen was packed with all the boys rushing to line up for the food. You waited at the back of the line, not really caring about when you got your food. Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder and you looked over to see Boktuo,  

“Hi.” he said “I’m Bok-”

“Bokuto Koutarou!” You finished “I'm a big fan..” you cringed immediately at your excitement ‘pull it together Y/N’ you scold yourself.

“Oh well hi, I’m glad you know who I am” he said “and may I ask for your name?”  

“Oh I’m Y/N L/N” you say with a slight blush “I'm the trainee manager from Karasuno.”  

“Cool! Well I hope to see you aro-” he starts  

“Y/N, I’ve been looking all over for you, I already got your food for you.” Tsukishima said pulling at your arm a bit harshly, dragging you over to a table with the Karasuno team.

“Gosh Tsukki, no need to be so harsh” you say rubbing at your wrist, he didn’t apologize and just started eating his food.  

You look down at your plate and see the small portion that Tsukki got for you. The Karasuno bunch was being loud, as they usually are, so when you whisper “Tsukki what the fuck is this” whilst nudging him in the side, he didn’t hear you (or atleast he pretended he didn’t.) You tried again but a little louder saying, “Tsukishima what the fuck is this.” you realised you said it a bit too loud as the whole Karasuno table stopped their conversations to look over at the slight commontion you caused.

“What do you mean Y/N?” he said with a slight smirk on his face.

“I mean what’s with the portion size of a bird that you gave me?” you ask getting upset “Do you really think im that big?”

“Well, you could start eating less that’s for sure.” he said earning gasps from you and some of the people sitting at the table “Y/N let's face it, you eat like a pig and you look like an elephant, me making your food portion smaller is the least I could do.”  

By now you had tears in your eyes, Tsukishima was a dick. You knew this, everybody knew this to be honest, yet you still loved him. He wasn’t like this in middle school, yes he was a bit snarky and rude (but wasn’t every middle schooler?) High school Tsukishima was like a completely different person. As much as you wanted to run away and hide, you knew you couldn’t.  

So you stood up and said “Tsukishima, I’ve spent 3 years loving and pining after you, because I thought you were this great guy, but turns out you’re a huge asshole” you start making some of the people listening in smile in laughter “Tsukishima, I’ve hated this past year dating you, you’ve been such a huge dick and I’m finally stopping you. I can’t do this anymore. I won’t.” You start making your way to exit before finally saying “Oh and by the way I’m not the pig here, you are... oh and I’m breaking up with you.” You left, hearing a few laughs and some claps behind you.

You felt relieved, like the massive cloud that’s been over your head is finally gone. You went to the gym since you knew it was empty and picked up a ball to just throw it around a bit. After a while of ‘de-stressing,’ you hear someone else enter the gym.

“Oh I didn’t know you’d be here.” said Bokuto  

“Well here I am,” you say awkwardly “I can leave if you want me too, I know this is for actual volleyball players.”

“No no it’s fine you can definitely stay, in fact do you mind setting for me?” he asks  

“Sure, of course I don’t mind” you reply, excited you get to play with someone.  You haven’t played in ages, you always begged Tsukishima to just throw a ball around with you but he never did.  

You set to Boktuo a lot, with him always asking for ‘another one’ everytime he spiked the ball. Eventually, you were tired of setting and wanted to spike. You originally was a spiker to begin with taking after your dad. Thats why you took a liking to Bokuto in the first place cause he reminded you of the joys you had when watching your father play.

Bokuto set a ball to you and you spiked it with great strength and accuracy smiling at the burning feeling you felt in your palm.  

“Woahh” Bokuto shouted going towards you in amazement “Where did you learn how to spike like that?”

“From my dad, I don’t know if you heard of him before but my dad’s name is D/N L/N...?” you say

“D/N L/N, Y/N he is my idol!” he shouted again “I want to be just like him.”

“I think you can, I see a lot of similarites in the way you both play.” you say

“Really! And you’ve seen me play before..?” he asks

“Yeah, I watched some of your games before coming here... you’re really good” you shyly admit.

“Wow.”

You and Bokuto spend the rest of your time, talking about volleyball you’re interests, things you have in common, your likes and dislikes. Talking to Bokuto was refreshing, he didn’t randomly insult you or make snide comments about your weight or your looks. He just genuinely looked happy to be there talking to you, unlike Tsukishima.  

Seeing your change in mood, Bokuto stops talking and asks “are you alright? I forgot to ask earlier, but I saw what happened in the canteen and I hope you’re okay.”  

“Yeah I’m fine, it’s just things with me and Tsukishima reached a breaking point, I guess...” you say sniffling a bit talking about it “But it’s fine now I’ve broken up with him and I feel better already.”

“So you’re saying your single...?” he asked blushing a bit

“Yeah I guess I am...” you smile blushing also.  

“Okay great...well I hope this isn’t too forward after everything happened with Tsukki and all but...” he starts “but would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Who me?” you ask as if you weren’t the only other person in the room

“No the volleyball” he responds sarcastically “Of course you Y/N.”  

“Are you sure, cause to be honest Bokuto you’re a really good-looking guy” you say making him smile widely “so I think you need someone to match your level in attractiveness” you look down and his smile drops.

“What do you mean?” he asks before realising all the stuff Tsukishima said about you “Y/N you’re beautiful, your face, your body just you.” you blush at his words “when I first saw you when you were walking past us in the entrance way the first thing I thought and said about you was “Akaashi who is that girl she’s beautiful.””  

“Really?” you ask with disbelief

“Mhm” he nods excitedly “So will you go on a date with me?”  

“I guess so...” you say a bit unsure

“HEY HEY HEY!” he exclaims “I gotta go tell akaashi!” he runs out of the gym in a hurry making you laugh, but he comes back to give you a quick unexpected kiss on the cheek making you smile.

You checked your phone for the time realising that you’ve been with Bokuto for 3 hours and you knew that everyone would be going to sleep now. As you are the manager you slept seperately from the rest of the team but before you went to your sleeping quaters you went to Karasunos.  

“Y/N where have you been? We’ve been worried about you.” asked yammagucchi  

“It’s fine yams don’t worry about it, guys” you say catching everyones attention “I just wanted to apologise to you for my outburst at dinner, it wasn’t my intention to cause a scence.”

“It’s fine Y/N” said sugawara “He definitely deserved it.”

“Yeah as your marvellous senpai we gave him a good telling off” said Tanaka and Nishinoya  making you chuckle.  

“Okay well thanks guys, I’m going to sleep goodnight.”

“Wait Y/N can I speak with you.” asked Tsukishima gesturing to outside the room

“Umm sure” you respond following him into the corridor.

“I just want to say I’m sorry for the things I’ve said and done over the past year and how I’ve been a terrible boyfriend, you don’t deserve that. So, I’m sorry.”  

“I can’t say I can forgive you yet.” you say making Tsukishima look sad “but maybe with effort from you we can become friends possibly?”  

“Just friends?” he said with hope in voice thinking that you could be something more.

“Just friends.” you repeated and confirmed “Besides I have been asked on a date”  

“With who?”  

“None of your business stingyshima” you mock the nickname that Hinata calls him making him scowl and you smile “Goodnight.”

After Bokuto’s confession and Tsukishima’s apology, the rest of the training camp went off without a hitch. In your breaks and lunchtimes, you got to know more about Bokuto and with Kuroo’s help you even got to sneak out to actually go on your date. You sometimes even went to practice with them getting to show off your skills, with Bokuto cheering you on and complimenting you every single time.  

Tsukishima kept his distance for the most part, and kept the snarky comments about you and Bokuto to himself (even though he was dying to say them.) You eventually fully forgave Tsukishima in your 3rd year but you definitely weren’t as close as you used to be. Tsukishima’s comments and actions did affect you for a while however with the help of your loving boyfriend, you were reminded how beautiful you are no matter what weight, shape or height you were.

You and Bokuto stayed together, you made sure to come to every one of his games and when you introduced him to your dad he fainted on sight. Your dad and Bokuto got along, and became very close friends, Bokuto always came to him for advice (especially volleyball advice.) You loved Bokuto and he definitely loved you too.

AN: I hope you liked it, since I didn’t want to make it too similar too the Atsumu insecure one. And I feel like it dragged out a bit but got rushed in the endd....but oh well...