#(GO COMPLAIN SOMEWHERE ELSE THANK I'M VERY TIRED)

[mustainegf]

hi elena!

could you do a james angst where the reader gets into a fight with him during the tour and goes out to get some air and gets hurt really bad and james doesn’t realize until he notices she’s been gone for like 30 minutes and then he freaks out and takes care of her/helps her.

thank you babes i hope all is well

𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐒 & 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐒 ¹⁹⁸⁸

The tour was full bore ahead, and we were living somewhere between exhausted and exhilarated. But this continuous moving, this endless stream of cities and faces, wears down even the strongest of people.

James and I had been together long enough that I knew the ups and downs of touring better than many. But tonight, those late nights, the missed calls, the exhaustion that makes everything feel ten times worse.

We were back in the hotel, everyone else in the band spirited off to their own rooms, no doubt winding down from the show. I perched on the edge of the bed, trying to read a book, but the words swam in front of my eyes. Behind me, I could feel James's pacing, his energy crackling in the small space.

"Can you just sit for a minute?" I tried to keep my voice calm, but I could hear myself getting agitated. "You're making me nervous."

He stopped, but he didn't sit. "I can't sit down. I'm too wired from the gig."

I exhaled heavily and closed the book, setting it beside me. "I know, but you're driving me crazy."

He finally sat, but the annoyance was still there, radiating off his tan skin. "What's your problem tonight?"

His voice was razor sharp, and he immediately got me on my heels. "I don't have a problem, James. I'm just tired. We've been on the road for weeks, and I'm tired. You're so… restless."

"You think I'm not tired, too?" he spat back, his eyes narrowing. "You think it's easy for me? Every night, putting everything I have into those fuckin' shows, And then I come back here, and all you do is complain."

His words bit, sharp as a slap in the face. "I'm not complaining. I am trying to talk to you. It's like, lately, you're just not even hearing anymore."

"I'm here, aren't I?" he barked. "What more do you want out of me?

I felt my frustration welling up, ready to spill out of me. "I want you here with me, emotionally, not just a warm body."

"I'm doin' all that I can!" he bellowed, his voice rising. "What do you want me to do? Quit the band? Stop touring? This is my life, and if you can't handle it, maybe you shouldn't be here!"

The words lay on the carpeted floor between us in the open air, heavy, painful. My eyes stung with tears, but I dug my heels in. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much he'd hurt me.

"I'm going for a walk," I said. My voice was shaking. "Maybe I won't come back."

I didn't give him time to reply. I took my jacket, opened the door, and just walked out of the room. At the end, I slammed the door behind me.

I needed some fresh air, an escape from the suffocation. When I finally stepped outside, the night was nippy compared to the warmth inside the hotel. I shoved my hands deep into the pockets of my pants and started walking, really not caring where I might end up.

The streets were very quiet, almost eerily so. It was late, and the city was in that strange no man's land time of night when most people were asleep but the night itself still lived. I walked aimlessly, my thoughts replaying the argument again and again with every single word cutting a little deeper than the last.

How had we come to this? I was scared not just about losing him but about losing myself in the process.

I wasn't watching where I was going. The streetlights were spaced far enough apart that their long shadows reached out into the distance. I was so lost in my head that I didn't even notice the uneven pavement beneath my feet until it was too late.

One minute I was walking along just fine, and then my foot came down on a raised spike of concrete. I stumbled forward, trying to catch myself, but my ankle twisted, sending a sharp pain up the leg. I hit hard on the ground, my hands scraping against the rough surface as I tried to break my fall.

I just lay there for a moment, the shock of the pain making it hard to think. My ankle throbbed, and I could feel the sting of the scrape on my palms. I tried to push myself up, but another shoot of pain came with the giving of my ankle.

I bit back a curse, and frustration welled up in tears in my eyes. Sitting there on the cold pavement, hurt and all alone, I felt so pathetic. It finally settled in, I'd stormed out of the hotel without a single thought for the consequences, and now I was stuck, hurt, and not able to get back on my own.

I pulled myself up to a seated position, cradling my ankle in my hands. It wasn't broken, at least, I didn't think it was, but it hurt like hell. I glanced around, realizing how far I had wandered off. The hotel was out of sight, and the street was deserted, in a city that was unknown to me.

I cursed under my breath, rubbing at the tears that had started to fall. I needed to get back, but I didn't know how. My ankle throbbed, and I could hardly put any weight on it. My hands and ankle were bleeding badly, with visible blood on the pavement, even in the dark of night. The thought of limping all the way back to the hotel was scary, but what choice did I have?

Just as I was about to have another go at standing, I heard my name being called. First, I thought it was my imagination, a trick of my tired brain. Then I heard it again, this time more closely, panicked.

"Where are you? Baby?!"

It was James.

"James!" I called out again, my voice breaking.

A few seconds later, I saw him rounding the corner, his eyes wide. Seeing me sitting on the ground made his expression turn from fear to relief in the beat of a heart. He rushed over to me, dropping down to his knees beside me.

"What happened, baby?" he asked as his hands hovered over me, unsure where to touch. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I lied, brushing it off, but the wince that followed my words gave me away. "I just tripped. It's not a big deal."

"Not a big deal?" he echoed. "You're hurt, You're bleeding, Why didn't you come back?"

His words were guilty, and I could feel his torment, see it in his pretty blue eyes. He was blaming himself, and my heart cracked. "I was mad," I said, voice small. "I just needed some air, and I wasn't paying attention. It's my fault."

He shook his head again, and I felt his hands finally come to rest on my arms. "No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have said those things. I was a dick, and I'm so sorry. I didn't mean any of it. You're my girl, and I don't want to lose you."

"You don't have to apologize. We were both upset. I shouldn't have stormed out like that."

He let out a shaky breath, his hands moving to cup my face. "I was so scared when I realized you were gone. I've never been that scared in my life. I thought... I thought you popped on a plane to leave, that I'd lost you."

I reached up, placing my hands over his, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. "I'm right here," I whispered. "I'm not going anywhere."

He leaned closer, his forehead touching mine, our breath intermingling. "I can't lose you," he said, his voice shaking. "You're everything to me... and I need to work on my anger."

My heart ached at the raw emotion in his voice, he was facing the issue, an that's what meant the world to me. "It's alright, Jamie," I promised firmly. "I'm not going anywhere, James.

He pulled back a little. "I love you," he said, and the words sort of tumbled out of him, like a confession. "I love you so goddamn much, and I'm sorry I haven't been showing it."

His words sent a rush of warmth through me, melting away the last of my tension that had ratcheted up between us. "I love you too."

James gave a sweet nod before planting a kiss on my forehead. "Alright, lets get you up." He slipped his arm around my waist, supporting me as I tried to stand. The moment I put weight on my ankle, pain shot through me, and I couldn't help the small cry that escaped my lips.

"Take it easy," he murmured, voice gentle but firm. "Lean on me. We'll take it real slow."

I nodded, my teeth biting down as I held onto him. With his aid, I was able to stand up, though I couldn't put much weight on my injured ankle. James didn't crush me with his pace, he matched mine.

As we set out to walk back to the hotel, it seemed that I had come a long way from the hotel. But not a word of complaint came from James. He just kept his attention focused on me, his arm strong and firm about my waist.

Once we finally arrived back in our hotel room, after an hour of limping down the sidewalk and into the hotel, James helped me settle into bed, and even got ice for my ankle.

"Breathe, try not to move your foot," James cooed, flicking the lamp of and snuggling to me. With my injured state, James insisted I stay on my back. The roles were reversed as he nestles to my side, his head resting on my shoulder.

"I'll never let go again." James whispered, kissing my shoulder.

[honorary-knight-of-favonius]

Baizhu - More than Friends

summary: You're tired of being second best and your best friend shows you, you deserve more.

Warnings: Cunninglings, breast play, intense make out session, couch sex, handsfree cumming, Sub!Reader, Dom!baizhu, Female!reader

 

“I’m so fucking tired of it ZhuZhu! I do everything for him and even when I want to be with him she’s still there!” I complained while laying in Baizhu’s lap. He hummed and brushed his fingers through my hair as he continued studying, “Sometimes I wonder if I’m making the wrong move to stay with him. I mean it’s obvious he’s in love with Carrie, why else would he invite her everywhere! I bet the only reason he hasn’t asked her out is cause she’s married!” I said. Baizhu pushed his glasses up and looked at me disheartened.

“Alright well the next time you go somewhere invite me, he’ll bring Carrie anyways.” Baizhu stated, I played with his hair and looked at him, “Won’t I be just as bad as him?” I asked

“No.” I smiled and sat up and hugged Baizhu and snuggled him, “Thanks ZhuZhu!” I then left his apartment and went home. The next morning I asked if he wanted to come to the mall with me and he agreed and I waited for him while Carrie and Allen talked to each other and Baizhu appeared with a black turtleneck, brown plaid pants, black converse and his sleeves were rolled up  showing off his forearms and his hair was done like a viking with braids on the side of his head and a half ponytail that suited him and showed off the snake tattoo he had. He chuckled and came to me. 

“Hello Orchid.” Baizhu said, caressing my hair and smiling. Orchid was a nickname he used for me that he knew I loved.

“Hey ZhuZhu.” I said, stunned by my best friend’s appearance, I looked at Carrie and Allen. Allen seemed outraged and Carrie was stunned, she was drooling over Baizhu and I felt jealous and hugged his arm. 

The four of us went to explore the mall when Baizhu stopped walking and I looked at him confused, “Why are you passing your favorite store orchid?” He asked if I looked and saw the plushies and bit my lip. 

“It’s ok, I don’t need to go!” I said, Baizhu hummed and took my hand and intertwined our fingers and led me inside the store and Carrie followed us all while Allen followed her. I instantly found a cute raccoon plushie and snuggled it and bounced, but as I searched my pockets I realized I left my wallet at home. Allen was about to speak up when Baizhu handed me his black credit card. 

“Go on cutie,” I beamed and hugged Baizhu and nuzzled into his chest and took the card. I went to the register and hurried to buy the plushie. When I looked back at Baizhu I noticed him giving Carrie and Allen a cold look but he came over seemingly annoyed and I looked at him tilting my head, “what happened?” I asked

Baizhu put his arm around me and huffed, “Nothing, anyways, that jewelry set you sent me, where’d you find that?” Baizhu asked

“Oh! I found it on Icing’s store page? Anyways, I found it there, why?” I asked. Baizhu smiled and looked down at me. 

“Let’s go get it for you, maybe you can finally pick out my piercings.” I gasped, and looked at Baizhu stunned. Baizhu had nine piercings, four on each ear and a septum piercings that he normally hid since he was a doctor and piercings can be ‘scary’ for the kids he work with. I bounced in my place and gave him a wide smile.

“Really?!” I asked

“Yeah, I’ll wear them the next time we go out.” I whispered a ‘yes’ as I went to the register and rang up. I'm not sure when but Baizhu had taken back his card and handed it to the cashier. 

“You know I really don’t see boyfriend’s supporting their girlfriend’s plushie addiction.” The cashier joked and Baizhu laughed, I was about to correct the cashier when Baizhu spoke up. 

“Whatever makes her happy, besides it’s either plushies or books with her.” The cashier chuckled and handed me the plushie back and I was led out of the store stunned, but not in a bad way rather in a very good way. Baizhu hadn’t corrected that woman and for some reason that made my heart swell. Allen never did anything like that, especially when Carrie was around, “So what’s the next stop my orchid?” I smiled shyly and snuggled into Baizhu’s side happily and he chuckled playing with my hair as we walked. 

“I wanna pick out your piercings.” Baizhu hummed and we went to the piercing shop in the mall and I hadn’t realized but Carrie and Allen were following us silently. I went around picking out the piercing Baizhu rock and they were all gold.

“These! They’d compliment your hair and-” Baizhu cupped my face which shut me up.

“No need to explain Orchid. I’m sure they’d look wonderful.” Baizhu took the piercings from me and went to check out and I realized he wasn’t making me explain my reason for picking them out like Allen did. He simply trusted me and went with what I picked. I felt so seen, looked after. I didn’t need to convince Baizhu to wear something I thought he’d like or look good in. I didn’t need to ask for things he simply supplied and he seemed upset around Carrie which made me smile. Baizhu came back over and wrapped his arm around my shoulders and smiled sweetly. 

“Now since you picked something out for me, I want to get you something.” Baizhu said.

“But you already paid for Mr. Coffian.” I tilted my head raising the plushie a bit. 

“Yeah, but I didn’t pick him out. So come on.” Baizhu led me to a store and began picking out an outfit and I noticed everything he gave was my size. Normally Allen would hand me smalls and said I needed to lose weight. Baizhu memorized my sizes, and handed me a white turtleneck, a beige pencil skirt and a trench coat with some low-heeled combat boots, I basically matched Baizhu and looked at him then the outfit. 

“This is way too much! I picked out a few piercings and you chose a whole outfit!” I protested, Baizhu snapped and went to look at the jewelry and picked out a fantasy-style gold ring and a cute necklace and earring set also gold. He placed those on the pile of clothes and smiled as he admired the outfit. 

“Alright go try on the outfit.” I looked at him dumbfounded.

“Baizhu~” I whined, “I can’t accept this!” I said. Baizhu booped my nose. 

“Well it’s either you accept this outfit or I buy you everything you basically look at.” I warned. I quickly shook my head.

“I’ll accept it!” I said and rushed to the fitting room and changed and in all honesty I was stunned, everything fit well and matches well too.I stepped out of the fitting room and Baizhu smiled and came closer using his nose to kiss my forehead, “You look much better now, how do you feel?” Baizhu asked.

“. . .Comfty.” I said.

“Good now, change back and then we’ll go eat.” I blinked and tilted my head. 

“Eat?” I asked, I began looking around not seeing Carrie or Allen and then looked back at Baizhu, “Where’d Allen and Carrie go?” I asked. 

“Y/n, please, change back.” Baizhu seemed a bit upset so I changed and handed baizhu the clothes. We paid for them and while walking to his car -Since Allen drove Carrie and I- I took his hand in mine and looked at him. 

“Why’d they leave?” I asked

Baizhu sighed and groaned, “That fucking-” he took a deep breath and shook his head, “No, I’m not letting those two ruin my date with you.” I paused and stopped walking.

“Wait, Date??” I asked, Baizhu sighed and looked back at me and seemed upset. 

“Listen Orchid, when we were in that plushie store you like Allen asked why I was there and to leave, when I told him I was there for you he got all pissy and Carrie tried feeling me up. He then came over when I was checking out for the piercings telling me to back off of you and I told him no since you deserve better than that prick. And when you went to change Carrie groped me and I told Allen off and he glared at her and then told me that I could ‘have that cheating slut’ when he referred to you, and dragged Carrie away. So,” Baizhu sighed and looked at me sadly, “Can I take you on a date? One you deserve?” Baizhu asked.

I tightened my hold on Baizhu’s hand and went closer. I hugged him and snuggled into his chest, “Please?” I asked, Baizhu hugged me and rested his chin on my head. 

“W-we don’t have to if you want to mourn that-” he cleared his throat. I shook my head. 

“I want to go on a date with you.” Baizhu smiled softly and nodded and took my hand and opened the car door on my side and went to his side and sat down and visibly relaxed. 

“You sure you don’t find this weird? Or y’know sudden?” Baizhu asked

I smiled, “All day you’ve been treating me kindly, buying me things, letting me do things you wouldn’t let anyone else do and protecting me. I don’t need to convince you or beg for things, you’ve been more of a boyfriend today then Allen ever was in our six years of dating, you made me realize I deserve better and I want to try to date the person who made me realize that.” I explained, Baizhu leaned across the center console and cupped the right side of my face and kissed me softly before pulling away. 

“I- sorry, I. . .I fuck I’ve wanted to do that for such a long time.” Baizhu said.

“W-well. . .how was it?” I asked

“Perfect.” He said and brushed hair out of my face. He sat back in his seat and put his seatbelt on, “So, There’s this chinese buffet by an arcade, wanna go?” I beamed and smiled.

“Yes please!” I said. Baizhu began driving and eventually through the middle of the drive I crawled to the back seat.

“W-woah! Why are you going back there?!” He asked.

“Focus on the road ZhuZhu.” I began changing into the outfit he's got me before crawling back to the passenger seat and putting on the shoes and jewelry and fixed my hair and makeup, “There, I feel much better now.” I sighed and relaxed into the seat.

“Next time at least warn me,” Baizhu huffed, what if I looked at the rear view mirror when you were shirtless?!” He asked

“Then you’d see my boobs in a bra?” I said.Baizhu looked at me upset, “Come on, you’ll see them eventually anyhow.” I waved.

“Please don’t fill my brain with thoughts of us in a bedroom.” I smiled and chuckled.

“Your mind is already there.” I smirked and he sighed and shook his head. But after we played at the arcade and enjoyed a meal together I was enamored by Baizhu and when he was driving me home I was holding one of his hands. We got to my apartment and he walked me to the door and I tightened my hold on his hand. 

“So. . .have I good-” I cupped the back of Baizhu’s neck and went on my tippy toes and planted my lips on his softly and his arms went around my waist as hugged his neck, when we pulled away he sighed and put our foreheads together, “I really don’t want to leave, But I know if I stay I’ll do something we might not be ready for.” Baizhu said, I pressed my lips onto his and he hummed and pulled me closer, while also pushing me to a wall.

“If you keep doing this I won’t be able to leave, orchid.” Baizhu whispered softly and I cupped his face. 

“Then don’t leave.” Baizhu shook his head and went to pull away.

“No, I have to leave, if I don’t we both know what’ll happen.” I  held him tighter and smiled.

“I want it to happen.” Baizhu sighed and took my keys from my back pocket and opened my door pushing us in and pushing me to a wall while he put the keys in the dish I had to keep track of them. Baizhu cupped my neck and hummed feeling my lips on his and swiped his tongue on my bottom lip and I opened my lips a bit as his tongue slipped in, I whined and hugged his neck tangling my fingers in his hair. Baizhu pushed one of his thighs between my legs and used his other hand to help me grind against his thigh. I moaned into the kiss and I moved away for air and panted as Baizhu moved to my neck and nipped and sucked his claim onto my skin.

My mind was hazy, I could feel his hands touching all of my weak spots as his kisses and little bites riled me up. I whined showing him more of my neck and he pulled away and panted, “Fuck, do you want me to slow down?” Baizhu asked.

“No, please keep going.” Baizhu pecked my lips and grabbed the back of my thighs and hosted me up and carried me to the couch. He placed me down gently and slipped his hands under my shirt and went close, “Tell me to slow down if I’m going too fast.” I smiled and Baizhu pulled my shirt off me and showed me my plain rather boring bra I forgot I wore and cursed myself for. Baizhu smirked and unhooked the bra from the back with one hand like a fucking pro.

“Holy shit!” I said 

“That’s a skill you gain when your best friend asks to undo her bra.” Baizhu smirked, I looked away embarrassed. Baizhu kissed my cheek and cupped my breasts and went down to kiss them then take a nipple into his mouth as he played with the other. I whined and dug my nails into his shoulders. I felt one of his hands sneaking up my thigh and he pushed my skirt up. Baizhu released my nipples and kissed his way down to my cunt and I bit my lip as he did and then he pushed my panties to the side. 

“God you’re perfect.” I whined and Baizhu blew onto my cunt only to dive in and kiss my clit before sucking it, I whined and grabbed his hair. I panted and Baizhu moved so his tongue could fuck me and I gasped and looked to him and saw those gorgeous golden eyes on me while he was eating me out. He was watching my reactions and the smirk on his face seemed to be pleased with them, I whined and sat up holding his head close. 

“F-fuck~ you’re going to make me cum from your tongue~” I whimpered and Baizhu smiled and pushed his tongue deeper and I panted before I whined and arched my back and came on his tongue, Baizhu slowly pulled away and kissed my thigh before he hugged my waist and laid his head on my stomach. He licked his lips happily. 

“You did an amazing orchid,” Baizhu praised, “I-I’m not one of your patients.” I panted.

He chuckled and snuggled my stomach, “You’re right, but you did just cum insanely hard from my tongue.” I looked at Baizhu, “What? You think I didn’t feel your intense twitching or the grip you had on my hair? Orchid, you are an open book with me.” I whined and Baizhu kissed my lips before picking me up. 

“W-wait, you didn’t cum!” I said, Baizhu smiled. 

“Oh yes I did.” He said as he walked towards my bedroom. 

“H-how?” I asked

“Trust me any man eating you out would cum in their pants.” I turned bright red at his confession and covered my face as he laid me in my bed and he got me my jammies and his spare clothes and got us changed before he got in bed and cuddled me.

“Goodnight Orchid.” I snuggled into his chest, safe to say we became more than friends. 

[canirove]

Granada | Chapter 18

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Masterlist

"What about an attack from the East?"

"That's too predictable."

"But maybe because it is predictable, they will do it."

"They won't attack from the East" Rúben said. They had been looking at the maps for what felt like hours trying to decide what would be the enemy's next move, and his head was starting to hurt. He just wanted to finish his wine and lay down, maybe try to go back to his dream with Rowena. Rowena… how could he miss her so much? 

It had only been a few days since they had left the palace, since they had marched towards where the enemy was waiting. But for him, it felt like weeks. He missed waking up next to her every morning, his arm wrapped around her, her body pressed against his. He missed her laugh, the way her cheeks turned bright pink when he teased her, the way how, despite speaking their language perfectly, he could notice her accent when she was tired or got too angry at him. Though there were moments where it felt like she was there next to him, moments where he could swear he was able to smell her perfume. Like right now.

"I think we should attack first" one of his generals said. "We could go through the North flank and…"

"Pff" the boy filling their cups snorted.

"Anything to say, lad?" the general asked. 

He didn't answer, just shook his head and hid his face a bit more under his hood. 

"Then go fetch more wine. We will be needing it" the general grunted.

As the boy left, Rúben couldn't help but look at him. There was something very familiar on the way he stood, on the way he…

"We are done for today."

"My prince?" the general said.

"We are done for today" he repeated, getting up and leaving the tent, following the boy.

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"Going somewhere?"

"Let me go!" the boy complained while trying to get himself free of Rúben's grip.

"Shh, people may hear us."

"I don't care! Let me go!" he complained again while being dragged behind a tent.

"Or what?" 

"Or I'll cut you."

"You can try" Rúben chuckled. 

"Watch me" the boy said, somehow twisting around and putting a knife to his throat. "See?"

"That was really good, a very smooth move��� wife."

"Thank you very much… husband."

"Put that knife down, Rowena."

"Afraid I may actually cut you?" she smirked.

"Actually… yes. You were crazy enough to follow us here, so who knows what else you could do."

"You should be thankful I followed you. Attacking from the North? Is he stupid?"

"I wasn't going to follow his advice."

"Of course not" she laughed.

"Rowena… put the knife down. Please."

"Only because you used the magic word…" she said before hiding it.

"Will you ever teach me how you do that so fast?"

"I don't think so. It is a Rice family secret."

"You aren't a Rice anymore. You are one of us."

"I will forever be a Rice" she said, giving her back to Rúben and starting to walk away.

"Where are you going?"

"To fetch more wine. Didn't you hear the general?"

"Rowena, stop."

"No."

"Rowena" he repeated, standing next to her. Him and his stupid long legs. "I said stop."

"And I said no."

"Alright then" Rúben said, grabbing her by the arm and turning her around until she was facing him, his lips suddenly on hers. 

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"How did you know it was me?" Rowena said, her finger making small circles on Rúben's chest.

"Do you seriously have to ask?" he laughed.

"My hips?"

"I could recognize them anywhere" he said, gently kissing her head. "But also your perfume. I was starting to think I was going mad because I was able to smell it."

"Noted. Next time I'll use a different one" she laughed. "And I guess I need to start practicing my walk."

"You can do that once you are back home."

"Once we are back home. I'm not leaving."

"Rowena…"

"No" she said, moving to face him. "I'm not going anywhere without you."

"This is war, Rowena. This is dangerous."

"I know."

"Do you? You ran away from the palace and sneaked into camp dressed as a boy."

"Yes. And? It isn’t the first time I do it."

"Rowena…" Rúben said, sitting up on the small bed in his tent. "I'm being serious."

"And so am I. I'm not going anywhere. I want to be here, with you."

"Why?"

"Because I… Because you clearly need my help if all your advisors are as stupid as that general." 

"They aren't, don't worry" he chuckled.

"Are you sure?"

"I picked them myself."

"As if telling me that would make me feel any better" she said, rolling her eyes.

"What are you implying, my lady? That your husband is stupid?"

"Well…" Rowena smirked.

"You will pay for such an offense."

"Pay? How?" she asked, still smiling.

"Death by tickling."

"Rúben no… Rúben no, no!" she laughed while he pushed her down on the bed, tickling her everywhere. "Stop, please!"

"The magic word doesn't work here" he said as he moved to be on top of her, his fingers still tickling her.

"Stop, stop! Rúben!" she kept laughing, tears rolling down her cheeks. "You aren't stupid!"

"Repeat that."

"You aren't stupid. You are the most clever prince I've ever met."

"Ever?" he asked with a teasing smile.

"Ever."

"Then consider yourself lucky, my lady. You won't be dying of tickling today. But just today" he said while brushing his lips against hers. 

"Are you needed anywhere?"

"Not until dinner or unless the enemy chooses to attack."

"Then can we do again what we did earlier?" she asked, biting her lower lip.

"All of it?"

"Afraid you may not be able to repeat it, my prince?" Rowena teased him, the way Rúben looked and smiled at her letting her know that he was more than capable to do all that again, and more.

[vorish-wonderland]

Your unique spell allows you to shrink yourself, so things are kind of tough for you at school. You decide to nap in the botanical garden, and when Leona finds you all alone, a tenth of your normal size, in his usual napping spot, and when you complain about how tired you are... Leona decides you two should nap together (although in an... unconventional way)

Includes: soft/safe vore, willing prey, a very sleepy pred, you two having a nap together :) (and this one's short and not proofread sorry)

★✦Sleepy...✦★

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You were hanging out in the botanical garden, hiding in the plants so that hopefully no one will see you and drag you to class.

You were so tired... you were so glad to just get some rest. You've had horrible sleep recently...

It's really uncomfortable.

But honestly, you'll take what you can find...

Just so long as you get a nice nap.

You close your eyes, and try your best to sleep.

Then, a slam. Oh great, someone else is here disturbing your nap. Awesome.

Oh wait a second!

You recognize those ears!

"Leona?"

"Hm? Oh... hey, herbivore." He sleepily said. "What are you doing here...?"

"I haven't been sleeping well lately..." You said. "So I thought maybe I could try to nap in the botanical garden-"

Suddenly you were left in complete darkness as Leona's lips closed around your calves.

"Huh-?"

Leona pushed the rest of you inside with his finger, and with a single gulp, well, down you went.

You were a bit in shock, honestly.

You felt Leona adjust himself and lie back down.

"You comfortable, herbivore?" He asked when you arrived.

"What?" You asked, getting into a more comfortable position. "I-I mean, yeah, but what was this for?"

"I'm tired. You're tired. I'm going to let you nap somewhere more comfortable than the ground."

"Umm... thanks...?"

"Now go to sleep."

"What-?"

"Go to sleep. Do you not want to?"

"W-well I do, but-"

"Then sleep. I'll wake you up later."

...

You are being given a soft, comfortable place to nap.

Might as well make the most of it.

[blue-howlite]

Alright this is going to sound weird at firts. But how about the doom breaker guys and girls (who ever you are comfortable with). Receiving a very explicit picture of their S/O while they are in a mission.

Only if you are comfortable with it of course

Dear I've written straight up smut, power dynamics and even a prey-predator (non sexual) one shot once, this is probably one of the most normal things I have on this blog. But thank you for being considerate, it's very much appreciated!

Spicy pics

Doom breaker headcanons.

Feat. Ned, Altair, Ophelia, Lucius

Warnings: implied nsfw, use of magic to make spicy self portraits, use of magic to teleport said portraits, characters being needy af, maybe ooc.

Author note: I'm sorry if you wanted a modern day scenario, I like to mess around with magic and its possible uses. The idea is that reader is a magician or sorcerer or magic-able person that can conjure images on paper and then teleport them to someone or somewhere.

Ned

When the paper scroll materialises itself in his hands, he gets really happy. You have a habit of sending him letters through your magic whenever he's away.

You didn't tell him you recently learned a spell to conjure pictures. So he when he starts opening the scroll he's surprised to see your face, but smiles softly.

Until he sees the full image.

He gets visibly flustered and averts his gaze from the paper he's holding... but looks at it again after a few seconds, unable to resist the sight.

He's putting that scroll away in a safe place, where he keeps your letters... Although maybe he should consider finding a different place, more hidden. He'll talk to you about timing once he's back.

He never gets used to it, no matter how many times you do this. Every time he gets all red in the face and with a problem to solve... Which can be a bit embarrassing if he's teaming up with someone else.

He's super touchy once he comes back to you and very much needs your attentions. The fact that he had to wait until he finished the mission makes him much weaker to your touches later.

Altair

She gets flustered of course, who would have expected to receive such a thing?

Not that she complains though.

She conjures a message that she sends back, scolding you about your indecency and lack of shame.

She does mention a punishment though... Wonder what that is about huh?

You'll have fun finding out once she's back.

Then she establishes a new rule to correct your misbehaviour: every time you send her a spicy portrait while she's on a mission, you have to recreate it when she's back. Not on paper.

Useless to say this doesn't really work to stop you.

The party is worried about her health, as of recently she always heads straight to her quarters as soon as they get back from a mission, is she that tired all the time?

You know she's not by all the energy she puts into scolding you.

Ophelia

The first time she almost tears the scroll apart. She was very surprised to receive such a provoking portrait of you.

She manages not to and puts it in a safe place, then hurries to finish the mission to get back to you. That was quite bold of you dear, once she sees you there will be consequences...

She sort of gets used to it over time, still getting flustered but managing to control her reaction.

She even tries looking indifferent (she really doesn't), especially when there are other people around.

Other people can even tell at this point that you're sending her something particular because when you do, she is very quick to deal with the mission.

She scolds you every time she comes back... But most times end with you two in bed together, with varying levels of nudity involved. You teased her after all...

Lucius

He's very worried about someone else seeing it of course so he hides he portrait the moment he sees it. What he doesn't hide is how much into it he is.

Sure the timing isn't great since he's on a mission, but he doesn't mind it at all.

He sends you back a message of appreciation for this "token of your affection".

And when he comes back he's anything but a saint, acting like he's scolding you but subtly teasing you.

Wish I could say that he tells you to not do it in the future, but he doesn't.

If anything, he encourages you, directly and indirectly, to continue with this scandalous behaviour.

[astrajinn]

The Angel and The Slave

"How?" she shook her head and replied. "I'm just a kid."

"But I heard intergalactic pilots talk about them. They're the most beautiful creatures in the universe and they live on the moon of Iego, I believe."

"You're very sweet. Have you been to that planet?"

"No, but I listen to the pilots and traders who pass through here. I'm a pilot too, and someday I'll fly away from this planet."

"If you ever manage to, you can come visit me. There's a planet I want to go to," he watched her as she cleaned a piece.

"You'll see, I will."

"How long have you been a pilot?" she asked, trying to sit beside him, but not being able to; she had already decided not to use her abilities, which made it difficult for her to climb onto the counter.

"My whole life," he stepped down and helped her up by holding her waist.

"How long have you been here?"

"I don't remember exactly, I was very little, I was 3, I think," he climbed back up and sat down beside her. "My mom and I belonged to Gardulla the Hutt, but we were lost in a podrace bet."

"Are you a slave?" she asked, puzzled.

"I am a person, and my name is Anakin," he scolded, annoyed.

"I'm sorry, it's just that this planet is very strange to me. Where I come from, everything is very different."

Everything was quiet until a clatter was heard, and from a corner, a small droid emerged, followed by Jar Jar, whose antics made Padme laugh when he grabbed the droid by its "neck."

"Hey, press its nose," I informed obviously.

"Would you help me find a tool? I need it to fix my speeder."

"Of course," I said and helped him down. "Follow me, I wouldn't have lasted this long here if I weren't good at building things."

"We're leaving," he announced, walking towards the door. "Jar Jar, leave that."

"I still haven't found my tool."

"We'll look somewhere else, bring your speeder."

"As you wish," he muttered and took his speeder, holding it under his arm. "I'm very glad to have met you, Anakin."

"It was my pleasure too."

Before leaving, Astra waved her hand and the things Jar Jar had knocked over returned to their places. They went to look with other traders, but no one had what they needed, so they walked to an alley and Qui-Gon took out his communication device to call Obi-Wan.

"Are you sure there's nothing left aboard?"

"Just some supply crates and the queen's wardrobe, but it's not enough for a trade, not for the amount she's talking about."

"Have you been able to contact Paraddle?"

"What good would that do?" he asked, puzzled.

"Adora would help us, but she would send transmissions, it's still very dangerous," he complained.

"What if we sell Astra?"

"No jokes. We'll try to find a solution, we'll call you later."

"Don't do it, don't do it, the inhabitants here are crazy, they'll rob us and crash."

"I doubt it, I have nothing of value, that's the problem," he left, and Astra stood by his side.

"Daddy, if we don't find a way to pay. Will we stay here forever?"

"You'll see, we'll find a way, don't worry. We'll get out of here."

They were a little ahead when he heard Jar Jar screaming and a creature, which Astra couldn't identify, was choking him with its legs. It probably would have killed him if Anakin hadn't arrived and helped.

"Hello," he greeted.

"Hello," Qui-Gon replied.

"Your friend almost turned into Gungan pulp, provoked a very dangerous Dug named Sebulba," he helped him up.

"Meesa no like hits, that's the last thing meesa want."

"The boy's right," Astra pointed out, tired. "Sebulba almost killed you. Thanks, young friend."

"But, but I didn't do anything."

"That's the problem, you never do anything," the girl scolded. "You're a walking disaster. Cause another mess, and I'll solve the trade problem by selling you as a slave."

"You know we don't do those things."

"Supposedly we own him."

They kept walking to the outskirts of the village with Anakin following them and commenting on things about the place. They arrived at the stall of a sweet old woman selling some kind of fruits.

"You'll like these sticks," she handed one to Qui-Gon and looked for a larger one to give to Astra. "This one's for you, take it."

"Thank you," she said and they stored them, Qui-Gon in his belt and hers in her pocket.

"My bones hurt a lot, it must be a storm, Ani, you should go home."

"Do you have shelter?"

"We'll go back to the ship," he answered simply.

"And where is it?" he tried to follow them.

"Far from here."

"Like 30 or 40 minutes away," he added.

"You won't make it in time, sandstorms are very, very dangerous. Come, I'll take you to my house."

Anakin guided them to his house, and just as he said, the storm caught up with them halfway. So, they could advance by covering their faces with their arms to avoid as much sand in their eyes as possible until they reached the house.

"Mom," he calls her. "Mom, I'm back, these are my friends, Mom."

"I'm Qui-Gon Jinn," he introduces, "this is Padme, Jar Jar, Astra, and R2-D2," but since Anakin was busy talking, he didn't hear.

"I'm building a droid. Do you want to see it?"

"Of course," she follows him out.

"Her son was very kind to offer us shelter in their house."

"Come, I'll show you C-3PO," she led her past her mother, with R2 following them.

"Isn't it great? It's not finished yet."

"Did you make it? It's impressive," she comments excitedly, examining some parts.

"Do you really like it?" he earns a nod. "It's a droid that will help Mom. Look," he presses a button and it turns on.

"Ah, where is everyone?" she asks, getting up, unable to see due to lack of an eye.

"Oops," he places it back.

"Hello, I'm C-3PO, human-cyber relations. How may I serve you?"

"Perfect function."

"When the storm passes, I'll show you something. I built a racing ship," the droid walks to the entrance, where it meets R2.

"If you keep showing me things like this, I'll steal you to repair ships in Coruscant."

"Excuse me, but what do you mean by 'naked'?" it emitted a beep that caused laughter from Astra.

"That my circuits are showing, how embarrassing."

"What do you do for fun?" he asks her.

"Usually, I play with my speeder, but I need a tool to fix it."

"In that case, I'll help you. You didn't tell me, what's your name?"

"Most people call me Astra, you can call me that too."

"Did your father give you that name?" he asks interestedly.

"He's not my father, but I wish he were."

"Who is he then?" he looks at him questioningly. "Your father or your mother."

"He's not my father, I don't have one. He and Adora say I was born out of nowhere. He says the Force made me be born, and she says the gods gave her a gift. I don't know who to believe."

"Did you also feel it?"

"What thing?"

"When we met," he takes her hand and measures it against his own.

"Yes, I felt it. It was warm and calm," she traces her palm, murmuring. "It imprinted me at dawn on the hills of Paraddle, like the most beautiful place in the galaxy."

"It reminded me of the races," this time, he plays with her hand. "When the sun is high, and the wind blows strong, when I feel free."

—Astra, why are you so quiet?" she entered and saw them holding hands.

—Padme, Qui-Gon—she named them, turning to look at them.

—We were talking—Anakin replied.

—You haven't spoken in at least 5 minutes, the last thing Astra said was that she didn't know whether to believe Adora or me—Qui-Gon laughed.

—No, the last thing they said was.

—It was that, the food is ready, come out.

The children left the room, and Qui-Gon paused for a minute. The girl's discomfort had disappeared since they met the boy, and they claimed to be talking when they hadn't really said anything. Astra had claimed to feel the same thing as Anakin when they first met.

A doubt grew in him. There were two prophecies, and because of his birth, he always believed Astra was the guide, thinking that in a few years, the Chosen One would come. But perhaps the Chosen One was born before her. Perhaps he was here. Perhaps it was this boy. Perhaps the path had led them to him, and perhaps that same path would eventually separate him from the girl he had loved as a daughter against all codes since Adora handed her over.

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Chut Chut Pateesa, I hope you are doing well.

As always, I apologize for disappearing again. This time, I had to take care of the new Younglings who arrived at the temple. I know it's not an excuse, but I seriously considered using tape to stick them to their beds when it was time to sleep. (For a moment, I thought it was my karma for having made Obi-Wan suffer so much in my Youngling days)

And as compensation for being off the radar, I will publish another chapter for all of you tomorrow. As always, please like, comment, and follow me to know when I post.

Until tomorrow, sleep well, beware of the Sith, my dear Padawans, remember "your ability to speak does not make you intelligent," and may the Force be with you.

[leclerc-s]

karma - part four

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it's quali day!!! one last time

i pray to seb that my dad never pisses yours off.

he's a very calm guy normally

sainz is just a very aggravating person

that is very true. i was also told to ask if any of you would like to join us today for checo's farewell party?

a party before the race? you guys sure are confident.

it's more like a dinner.

your dad, seb, and charles' family are invited too.

the real party will come after the race.

i'll ask.

charles said he'll go on one condition.

oh god. what does he want?

wait. i'm not giving him a tow during the race.

follow him on instagram again

no, i will never be the one to follow him back first.

he unfollowed me first

he should be the one to follow me back first

charles said no

then i guess he'll starve. no dinner for him.

oh my god, both of you are so immature.

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"no amour, i promise i won't be tired if we finish the movie." explain this lechair??

lightning mcqueen is ready for the piston cup

let's go racing 🏎️

P2!!

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charles_leclerc it saddens me deeply to be writing this post tonight. more so it saddens me to be leaving the team i dreamed of racing and becoming a champion for. however, there comes a time when one must put their ambitions above all else, like many before me, and with me now, our dream is to become a champion. the dream of being a champion, sadly with ferrari, is not possible, which is something i never thought possible. the dream of racing for ferrari became a nightmare and i reached a breaking point, like seb, kimi, fernando, and felipe. we all had a dream, a dream to become the next ferrari champion or get the second championship, in kimi's case, but the team failed us. it was never whether we failed them, but whether they failed us, and they did. despite the ending we had, i will forever value my time with ferrari. i am looking forward to racing with red bull in the coming seasons, with a race engineer i trust, a teammate who's family won't slander me in the media at every given chance, and a team who's under competent leadership.

thank you to my family for being there while i made the most difficult decision of my career. thank you to my wife for being my biggest fan and defender throughout this process. and lastly, grazie mille to the tifosi for the unconditional support you have given me despite the hardships. i go into this new chapter of my life with happiness and championship winning hopes. many still have questions for why i chose this, but like my wife said, quoting the music industry herself (her words not mine) there will be no explanation, there will just be reputation.

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natalia_leclerc i'm so proud of you 💙. i know how hard making this choice was for you, but it was the right one. i will always be your number 1 fan, whether you're racing for ferrari or red bull. je t'aime.

charles_leclerc je t'aime, thank you for being by my side through it all.

user1 had to sneak the wife into the post somewhere.

user2 we all know he's her trophy husband. of course he had to mention her.

maxverstappen1 your wife threatened my father

charles_leclerc and i'm sure she looked great doing it. natalia_leclerc tell him that i'm still monitoring the dutch papers closely. maxverstappen1 you don't know dutch? natalia_leclerc i know how to use google translate

user3 charles leclerc is a swiftie??

user4 no, natalia leclerc is a swiftie user3 debatable, both are swifties

user5 tifosi? no, lecfosi!

user6 nah, cause who's this man's new race engineer?? he made it something we wouldn't miss on purpose.

user7 twitter girlies are saying it's seb, i agree with them.

sukiwaterhouse at least you'll finally stop crying over the phone with nat when we're hanging out.

charles_leclerc i never cried but there was a lot of complaining

landonorris no twitch quartet mention?? we literally held you together after monaco last year??

alex_albon right, you think you know a guy and then he does this pierregasly if by held together you mean got him drunk off his ass, then yes, they deserve a mention. georgerussell63 he was not drunk off his ass, he was tipsy at best. natalia_leclerc he called george a pipe cleaner with eyes... he was drunk.

user8 this man left the comments open do we could drag ferrari and none of you are saying anything?!

user9 facts! this man became his own race engineer to deliver a p2 in the constructors to ferrari AND THEY STILL DIDN'T LET HIM DO DONUTS!! user10 AND THIS POST COMING RIGHT AFTER PIERO FERRARI WENT ON RECORD TO STATE HOW HE FELT ABOUT CHARLES LEAVING.

user11 no one is in greater mourning over charles leaving ferrari than the italians

user12 see personally, i'm mourning the loss of charlos because fuck ferrari but i've seen some italians absolutely losing it over this. user13 I'M ONE OF THOSE ITALIANS THIS IS UNFAIR!! WE LOST SEB AND KIMI ALREADY?? user12 you lost seb to red bull again. user13 STOP REMINDING ME!!

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redbullracing the formidable, the inevitable, and the predestined. are you ready for it?

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user14 ADMIN WHAT'S HIS JOB??

user15 at this rate they're going to wait until pre-season testing to tell us.

landonorris i love knowing something no one else does.

user16 spill norizz!! landonorris not with that disrespect

user17 see i don't care what his job is, i'm just glad he's back in f1.

user18 right, let's be glad our father is back in formula 1 and we are no longer in mourning.

user19 not the swiftie-fication of red bull!

user20 all of them having cool ass fuck driver nicknames is such a cool thing.

user21 they're assirting they're dominance over the other teams. user22 can't wait to see charles be the one with a 20+ second gap

max verstappen christian's stepping down

natalia leclerc what do you mean??

max verstappen i don't know. i was just told 10 minutes ago.

sebastian vettel i was just called, they also didn't give me a reason. they're looking for his replacement before they can announce it.

charles leclerc what does this mean?

max verstappen they told me everything would go as normal, the schedule we were given will be the one we follow.

charles leclerc so nothing changes?

max verstappen no, the only change is our team principal.

natalia leclerc wow, can't have one normal day in formula 1 can you?

sebastian vettel no, you can't.

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¡leclerc-s speaks! yeah, originally i was going to have it be natalia who made a sappy ass post but decided no, let it be charles. also, that final conversation takes place in december, it's not immediately after abu dhabi. also, should i write a short dts blurb on the charles moving to red bull?? or should i just use tweets?? i don't think i need to say why christian is disappearing from the story, we are all aware. i also don't think that's a topic i should be using in a fanfiction, it seems disrespectful to the victim.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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Wreckless - Checking in... checking out

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett

I expected him to run to the house, jump into his trunks as soon as soon as possible and be begging me to take him back to the beach already but he's a little bit tired.

"Are you sure you don't want to nap? We could lay down together for a few minutes."

"That would be nice. I think it's the heat wearing me out. I'm used to air conditioning."

"Yeah, the sun can wipe you out hard. Want to get in bed or on the couch and watch something?"

It doesn't really matter to me, I just want to close my eyes for a few minutes but he might get some better sleep on the bed.

"Rhys is taking a nap too so we won't be late. Okay, can we find a cartoon?"

"Sure darling."

Fifteen minutes later I have my head tipped back and he's lying on my lap sawing logs.

It's one of those cool recliner couches so my feet are up and I really could not be more comfortable.

I need this couch for my place.

It's one of those things I never knew I needed until this very moment but now it's a mission and will happen somehow.

Considering what a workout my couch is getting lately, it's going to need to be replaced sooner rather than later.

Part of me is regretting everything that happened at the mini-golf place.

I meant what I said, I thought it would be a super good idea for Finn to get to know another little but he has not really been in little space since they met.

He's skimming near it on occasion but nothing like he was this morning and yesterday.

I don't mind, it's not a problem that he's not except that I feel like it's my fault and he wants to be but isn't just because of meeting Rhys.

If anything I expected him to be living it up but I was obviously wrong.

I would cancel this afternoon if I could but I don't have Quincy's number.

We could just go to a different section of beach but that's lame and wrong and maybe it'll be fine.

Maybe Finnegan just needs some time to get brave and come out of his shell... I hope so.

He sleeps for about forty five minutes and wakes up slow.

"I'm so groggy," he complains.

"We don't have to be there for an hour, you're fine. Want a drink?"

"Yeah, I'm thirsty. Thank you."

I help him sit up and grab a Yoo-Hoo box from the fridge for him and a soda for me.

We need some groceries but I'll just manage until tomorrow and pick stuff up in Baltimore.

Seems silly to drive it the whole way back here but I'll have time to go while he's working.

"Will you be okay here for a few minutes? I want to take some pictures from our balcony."

What I really want is some sunrise photos but that may not happen.

My plan is to get a few that Finnegan really loves and frame them up for him for Christmas as a reminder of our trip.

Maybe they'll end up in his new office once they're up and running.

Either way, I think he'll like them.

"Hmm."

He's not quite sitting up anymore and he may very well be asleep by the time I get back.

I decide to grab our suits and take them down with me so that he doesn't have to come upstairs and I'm surprised that he's up and getting himself snack.

"Hey darling, are you okay with seeing Rhys and Quincy this afternoon? If not we can go somewhere else or stay here and play in the pool. If we see them again I'll tell them that I got horrible food poisoning from the cheeseburger."

He smiles at me and finishes his banana.

"I think it'll be fun, I'm just nervous. I don't know how to explain it."

I open my arms and he falls against my chest.

"I don't want you nervous, I want you to relax and enjoy your vacation."

"I am Emmett... a lot. This has been wonderful. I really hope we get to come back tomorrow."

"Me too. What about this? I am not going to bring up the slides tomorrow although Rhys probably will. If he does I will look to you for a decision. You don't have to say anything, just let me know what you want to do. Either way is fine with me, okay?"

"Okay, thank you. I mean, it could be a lot of fun but we haven't even used our pool yet."

"Exactly. We will have fun either way so no worries. Finnegan, can I butt my nose into your business for a second?"

"Um, sure."

"I think you should try to be in little space this afternoon if you want to be. Rhys and Quincy sure aren't going to judge you and maybe you'll have a lot of fun if you just let go and play with someone."

"I play with you."

"Yeah, and we have fun but I don't think it's the same as playing with someone closer to your age."

I keep waiting for him to break the hug but he just stays here a few minutes.

Finally he says

"I know this sounds stupid but I'm sort of afraid to play with him. What if I say something that really upsets him?"

More than the spanking he's getting?

Finnegan's not mean so I doubt that will happen.

"I guess you just apologize, just like Quincy apologized to you. I mean you're still people, I think the same basic rules apply."

"Okay, you're right, I'm being stupid."

No... I push him away enough to see him.

"You're not being stupid. This is new and you're right, we don't know all the rules but they might and we could learn a lot from them. And if not, and all it is is a fun afternoon with another little, that's not a bad thing either. If you want to come home just tell me you're tired and we'll come back. Okay?"

"Thank you Emmett. Let's get dressed, we have a castle to build."

There's my boy.

We get back to the beach and situated not far from our usual spot.

I look around for Quincy but don't see him yet so I turn my attention to Finnegan.

"Okay, do you have a plan, Finn? What should it look like?"

"Big. And I want towers and a moat."

That we can do.

"Seems reasonable. How big?"

He stands up and starts scooting his toes through the sand in a big circle.

"This is the moat on the outside and inside is ALL castle."

And now it's no longer reasonable.

"Finn, that is a six foot circle."

I could lay down in it.

"Yep. Can you fill the buckets with wet sand?"

We're ignoring the size, are we?

"So I'm gonna be the mule and bring you a thousand packed buckets?"

"Not a thousand. Like a hundred. We have two."

He hoists them both by their handles and gives them to me.

I take them from him and can't help but laugh.

"So only fifty trips, no problem."

"Exactly. And I'll do all the little ones. I'm gonna make the tops, where the archers stand to shoot. And I'll dig the moat. See? Fair and square. I'm a good boy."

Him calling himself a good boy does things for me that should not happen in a swimsuit.

I go down a bit further towards the water where the sand is wetter and fill both buckets.

One has a flat bottom and the other one has turrets built into it so that when it flips over, they're on top.

"No clue why they don't make the buckets round, they're impossible to stack this way."

I set them down next to him but he doesn't seem to know what to do with them either.

"Unless you only want it one level."

That will be less work.

"No, big."

He flips over the plain one and then grabs some sand to try to pack around and make it into a cylinder.

"And now we put the other one on top," he says, grabbing it.

I'm amazed when he tips it over and it stays.

"Wow. Didn't think that would work. Okay, two more buckets?"

"No, ninety-eight more please."

He's too cute.

[jesse-cosay]

This is a little unrelated, but the concept made me wanna write abt it!

Jesse slumped down next to Lake, sighing at the cool metal against his skin. Moving wasn't easy, and the trips back and forth from the Uhaul to the house were exhausting after the first twenty minutes.

Lake had been arranging things inside for a while now, metal strength made it easier to maneuver the couches and odder furniture by themselves (leaving more hands and feet to do the unloading). And Jesse's dad had insisted that he and Jesse could do all the heavy lifting (to Jesse's dismay).

He had good intentions, Lake was still new to the family, and if they'd stayed under the direct sunlight they wouldn't be able to touch anything without leaving scorch marks. Being inside, in the air conditioning, also made Lake the perfect ice pack.

"Tired already?" they didn't pause their digging through unpacked boxes, placing odds and ends on the coffee table in front of them. They pulled out a lamp, but the shade must have been somewhere else, and the lightbulb had been tossed so it wouldn't break in the move.

"Yes. I'm so tired! I'm going to take a nap. Right here. This couch will be my final resting place." Lake snorted, giving up on going through the box since Jesse was using them to cool off, and they leaned into the backrest.

Mrs. Cosay passed by the door to the living room, and then backtracked, peeking at the both of them from just around the door frame. "I'm ordering food, we'll be taking a break since your dad is driving the Uhaul back. Think you'll survive till then?"

"Nooo," Jesse groaned, curling his legs up on the couch and rolling himself into a little ball under Lake's arm. "You big baby,"

She smiled and left them be, the sounds of unpacking in the kitchen were white noise that blended in easily with the radio.

"We shouldn't sit like this for too long, you're gonna get hives again," Lake prodded him, but Jesse didn't budge, muttering complaints into their side. "But I'm sore, and this feels nice- I don't want to move!"

Lake shook him again and he whined pitifully. "C'mon, we can get you something to drink- or a real ice pack. You're gonna regret it if you fall asleep on me again."

Jesse huffed, "No I won't. I didn't regret it last time either!"

"No, of course not. You just complained very loudly and cried."

"That doesn't mean I regretted it!"

"Well, I'll make you regret it if you don't get up."

Jesse flopped onto his other side, grumbling. "Can't you just put on long sleeves or something?"

"Wouldn't that defeat the purpose of me being cold?"

He pouted, squeezing a pillow as he lay on the opposite end of the couch. "We can't just take a nap together?"

"... You were using overheating as an excuse to cuddle?"

"Maybe." Lake gave a put-upon sigh, standing and brushing themselves off dramatically. "I guess I can go grab a sweatshirt and we can take a nap. But we have more unpacking to do today, so don't get too comfy."

"Yes!" Jesse cheered the way his father did over the Olympics, squirming on the couch like an earthworm. "And could you grab my blanket? The one with-"

"With baby bats all over it? Yeah, I'm pretty sure I know what box it's in."

"Thank yooou!"

i feel like there's some kind of comedy to be derived from the fact that some people are allergic to metal and lake is made of metal so some people are literally allergic to them (i mean joke applications are somewhat limited due to the fact that the allergic reaction usually only comes after physically touching metal for AT LEAST a few minutes/a few hours depending on the severity but yknow)

jesse falls asleep on lake's shoulder and wakes up with half his face covered in hives. this happens a few times before he catches on ...and then he keeps on doing it anyway just like how i hold my cat even though i am mildly allergic to her

[fuckyeahkagepro]

All of the Kano->Kido “ confession ” [or also, “KOKUHAKU”] moments from the newest novel, CONFIRMED. (*Yes, the word used in the Japanese edition of the novel is “kokuhaku”. Yes, I can confirm what it means via 2+ Japanese dictionaries and other reference sites. Don’t make me. Because I will.) OFFICIAL ENGLISH TRANSLATION, THANK. CASE CLOSED. Feel free to compare to the previously released fan translations that were obviously close to accurate this entire time here, here, here, here ! (Found via Google Books! Thank Google Books!)

[idesofrevolution]

Mr. Steal-Your-Man

You left the club exhausted. The music was hot, the people were hot, your girlfriend was... very drunk. It was the first time in MONTHS that you got to go out, and you were so excited to finally just let loose at a live concert again. Not that Christi was particularly into the idea. To be honest, listening to her complain and slur and talk shit about her "friends" had been nagging on your shoulder for some time now. If you were being real with yourself, you'd admit your feelings for her had diminished quite a bit. If you were keeping it truly real, you'd admit that you were tired of no sex for the past eight months. You were tired of her getting pissed when she caught you beating one out on a Saturday afternoon. You were tired of having to work, cook, clean, and silently agree with her every whim. In short, you were whipped and you were... well, exhausted.

You turned and did your best to let the bouncer deal with her drunken ramblings about you, as Uber began to load up on your phone. Please, don't be a long wait, you thought; begging to just get her home and into bed so you wouldn't have to worry. The little ding from your phone signaled you had precisely five minutes before "Greg" in is Red Toyota Sienna would come pick you up out front. Turning around, you prepared for the ungodly fight that was going to ensue to get her in the car and yet, as you scanned the crowd to see where she'd gone off to, you couldn't help but notice that you were being watched.

Against the side gate of the back alley leaned the musician for the night, fresh off the stage from his set. He was a DJ, you couldn't quite recall his name, but he was a fairly well known fixture around town after a few well received gigs and a quick tour. His face glistened with sweat as the streetlight illuminated him from above, his hand covering the flirtatious side grin he cast you from his face. Intriguing. You wonder if he recognized you from somewhere, or more likely his gaze was pointed at someone else closeby. Still, something felt magnetic from those stoned, red eyes.

"BAAAAAAAAAAAABE I wanna go homeeeee." Christi's whining broke the connection like a baseball flying through a plate glass window. You took a deep breath and turned to her. She was fumbling with her clutch, trying to find keys for a car you didn't have. "I don't knoww... Where the fuck are the keys. I think... I think that fucking bartender took them. I bet..." Just as you were preparing to turn and head back into the club to appease her, a gruff, smoky voice came billowing from beside you.

"What's up. How'd y'all like the set?" You turned, and were met with the DJ's chill, definitely toked out face. From up close, you were better able to read him, and absolutely one hundred percent he was flashing you and Christi some looks. She turned and immediately started to do her typical chipper grovelling. That beat drop was so cool yada yada yada, the lights were so colorful yada yada yada, it frustrated you to no end knowing that she hated the set and wouldn't even dance, so every lie she spewed made your expression sink a bit further into irritation. "That's what's up, that's dope. Thank you so much." He was suave, a laid back attitude that perhaps was elevated by an inordinate amount of weed (of which you could easily smell behind a thick veil of sweaty musk), but it felt genuine- not put on for clout.

"Yeah, man. I fuckin' loved it. I'm gonna have to check you out on iTunes." He turned to you and smiled, raising his hand to collide with yours. He did not break eye contact, but his brows did furrow just a bit, a facial signal you'd read many times before.

"Yeah, man. I saw you out there on the floor. Love seein' folks feel the music, you know what I'm sayin'?" You and Christi both nodded, your attention entirely entangled with him. "So, I don't know if y'all are into this or not. But, I'm headin' back to my place in a bit, if you two wanted to... you know. Tag along." You were picking up what he was laying down. You'd never been propositioned like this before, you'd never been propositioned for a threesome before, and for a solid moment there you sincerely thought about taking him up on that offer. You'd never been with a guy before, you'd never been interested in guys before, but something was different with this dude. Yet, as you turned to see Christi's uninterested gaze and felt her pinch your forearm- the universal signal she was saying no.

"We've been drinking a lot, and I think we're just gonna get home and hit the hay. Thank you for the offer though!" You tried to smile, express your nonverbal apologies, and it seemed to be received. He held his hands up and chuckled.

"Hey, shoot your shot, right? You change your mind, let me know, aight?" He pulled out a sharpie from his pocket, fresh from signing his headshots, and scribbled on your hand a phone number and his name, Apollo. He winked at you two as he sauntered back down the back alley out of sight. You turned to Christi, yet again destroying your chances not only of getting laid, but dictating to you about promiscuity or something. You stopped listening the moment she called him a faggot.

The night ended much as expected. "Greg" showed up in his Red Toyota Sienna and drove you and Christi home. She stumbled around the kitchen a bit before taking the last of your La Croix and heading up to your bedroom before passing out atop the duvet. This is how every outing went. And frankly, you were done. You'd been done for quite some time now, but for some reason, you couldn't shake Apollo's wink from your mind and the tension of having yet another opportunity whisked away from you boiled over. You pulled your phone off the charger on the counter and typed in the number hastily written on your wrist.

"Hey," you texted "thanks for the offer tonight. If you're still out I'll defs come grab a drink or something?" You felt a rush. Was this wrong? Is this cheating? Did you... care? Your phone chimed: your caller ID proclaimed a message from DJ Apollo Wilde.

"dope im leavin the bar now meet up at my place on esplanade" followed by the address. You snagged your keys (a plus of not being drunk this evening) and checked your hair in the hall mirror. Just a once over before slipping out of the front door as quietly as possible.

The drive only took about fifteen minutes, and you were eventually out in front of a fairly nice apartment complex. Super modern, nicely landscaped, floor to ceiling windows... Impressive. You pressed the call button and typed in 7A. The box rang and after a solid 10-20 seconds of anxiety, Apollo's sultry voice spilled from the intercom.

"Whassup, head on up, man." The door buzzed loudly, and you quickly swung the door open and crossed the lobby to the elevators. You rode them to the 7th floor in quiet anticipation. You were floored you were doing this. Never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined that you'd be taking up some dude's offer for a nightcap in his apartment- let alone while being 'taken.' The doors opened to the floor and you meandered to the end of the hall: 7A. Outside the door were three or four sets of sneakers and boots, all wafting a heavy stench of wet foot funk. You knocked on the door, and could hear from the far end of the apartment a bit of movement. Taking another guilty glance down at your feet, the well worn shoes had caught your attention. You'd never liked feet. You'd never really been turned on by musk or sweat... But something about that warm, sharp scent... fresh... right off of his body... leaving some of himself in them, his essence... Yeah, it hit different. Before you could even know what you were doing you'd picked up one of the more beat up AF1's and brought it to your nose. You inhaled deeply, and let that intoxicating smell right into yourself. It hit just like poppers, a wave of goosebumps flushed down your body, and your head got ever so slightly more misty and light.

The fiddling of the lock came quick and as Apollo swung the door open you dropped the sneaker back onto the pile, trying to pull off a nonchalant posture as you met his gaze and hoping he hadn't seen. Just one look at him and whatever concerns or qualms in your head about whether or not to follow through with this insane booty call melted away. That slicked back, sweaty black hair, that stoned gaze that felt so effortlessly cool, that natural man smell that poured from his lean, inked frame. He nodded his head in greeting, reaching his hand out to you once more.

Taking his hand, he guided you inside, letting the door shut behind him. The apartment was disastrously messy. Dirty clothes littered the floor atop mixers, amps, sneakers, tablets... all bathed in the blue and purple glow of colored lights. The fanciness of the apartment seemed more comfortable, to be honest, and you felt at ease in the smoke veiled flat. There, against a wall of glass, viewing the incredible skyline was a platform bed and a huge bong sitting atop an old MacBook.

"Damn, dude you got a nice..." You couldn't even finish before he'd taken your face between his slick palms and pulled your lips together. His lips were like butter, soft and pillowy; and his pierced tongue slid like a slick, smoky probe around your mouth. No girl had ever kissed this well before, no girl had ever tasted this mouthwatering. Your lips parting made you have an insatiable need for more, his hot breath still flooding your mouth.

"Fuck I'm glad it's just you, bruh. No offense but your girl is rough, man, but I was gonna push through it if I got to spend some time with you." His hands slid down your back and playfully groped your ass, before he pulled your hand toward the bed. He plopped down and finished packing the bowl he'd started, the leather jacket shining like polished latex in the fuchsia hues. "I know you ain't ever been with a dude before." The Bic lighter snapped as he lit the bowl, taking a considerable drag you were not confident you could follow. He winked at you as he blew the cloud of smoke into your face. "I can tell. But I'mma take it nice and slow for you, babe." Flashing a cocky grin, he passed you the bong. You brought the opening to your lips as he ignited the bowl. Pulling, pulling, pulling, until the bong was filled with white smoke. Before you could do it, Apollo pulled the stopper, and the smoke flooded into your lungs. Expecting a coughing fit of epic proportions, you held your breath. As you let the smoke slowly out, it felt as if you'd done this a million times even though this was by far the largest toke you'd ever taken. Your brows dropped, your eyes got heavy, your body relaxed, and your mind was finally contently quiet. He pulled out a small remote and clicked the speakers on. Some of his low fi, almost vaporwave beats began to pump through the bass. Though you'd never heard it before, you seemed to know every single beat, every single melody and scratch. He smiled as you bobbed your head to his music.

"That's right, baby. Here, take my boots off." Apollo swung his legs around, letting his huge, well loved Timberlands rest in your lap. "I saw you playin' with the AF's. You like it don't ya?" You absentmindedly nodded, and began to unlace the huge boats. Pulling off the first one, wet hot steam burst forth as if decompressing from the hot confines of the boot. His stretched out white socks were stained with his footprint on the bottom, beckoning for you. "Try the boot first, baby. Let summa that musty foot funk in." You brought the size 13 Timberland to your face and dragged just as you did from the bong. Sopping wet. Buttery. Salty. Tangy. It was as if you were inhaling his entire concert right out of the hot spring. His wet sock pressed and played with your growing bulge as you let your tongue slide across the insole, your tongue bursting with a flavor indescribably savory and addictive with every droplet of his sweat. "Fuuuuck, I love the way you love that funk after a show. Here, take the other one off."

You let the first boot thunk to the ground next to your feet, as you eagerly yank off the second yellow Timberland from his foot. As it drops to the ground, Apollo smiles as he puts his feet on your face, the sweaty, grimy slime of built up footsweat against your skin was better than any day spa could ever make you feel. So in euphoria were you that you didn't even notice your feet starting pulsate, as the hot smelly fumes from the Timberlands began to penetrate into your own soles and into every crevice behind each toe until your feet had begun to emanate his own irresistible musk.

"Fuck yeah, babe. I love how drunk you get off me. Gimme some of those lips." He pulled his feet from your face, smirking as he noticed the stubble that had begun to develop on your chin and upper lip. You crawled atop him in a feat of dirty passion you'd never had before, locking your rapidly plumping lips with Apollo's, still tainted with the taste of his own feet. You knew he loved your musty size 13's, especially after sharing his boots; a constant part of your filthy sex ritual. You knew he loved the taste of ashy weed on your pierced tongue as it slid over his, and you knew just how to make him happy when your lips met. His soft hands slid over your slimming body, ripping the ill fitted clothing from your tanning skin. You pulled away and began to slowly unbutton his pants. Tattoos sprawled out across your slimming fingers as your expertly pulled the ripped black jeans to the ground, exposing the throbbing outline of his cock behind the thin fabric of his Calvin Kleins.

"Aww fuck yeah, babe. You always know what to do." Apollo tossed the leather jacket aside, and sprawled backward with his arms behind his head; a naughty twinkle hidden in his narrow brown eyes. Pulling down the off-white calvins wet with sweat and pre, his lean, rock hard uncut cock nearly smacked you in the jaw as it does nearly every time. You lick around the head and under his foreskin, letting your piercing tease him while you taste that funky ass dick you love. He moans as you take him into your mouth, letting it slide down your throat without so much as a heave. He smirks as he grabs the back of your head and slams it down, face fucking you with rhythmic, rolling thrusts. His balls slap against your chin as your body starts to soak up his sweat on your skin, putting on just enough muscle to define your tall, sunkissed body. "Jesus Christ, you're so sexy." Apollo muttered, letting you up for air.

You smiled, your sultry and handsome face oozed sexual confidence matched only by his after years of damn good sex. Ripping off his shirt, you flipped him as he growled in furious lust, plunging your tongue into his tight, sweaty hole.

"FUCK, Mateo. Get in there, fuck yeah." Your cock elongated with every pump of blood; 6 inches. 8 inches. 10 inches, before the skin closed loosely over your 11" inch uncut python, begging to explore your man's spit slick hole. You pulled your tongue out, and quickly plunged your pre-lubed cock into Apollo. You fucked him bareback, deep with a swagger and romantic passion that drove you wild.

"Fuck, Apollo. I'm gonna blow." He growled thrust backwards, spearing himself on you and stroking your cock with an ass better than any fleshlight on the market until your inflating balls couldn't handle any more. You shot your famously massive load deep into Apollo, streams of white cum shooting out of his hole like a geyser. You smirked and pulled out just in time for him to grab you by the neck, tossing you onto your back.

"You're so fuckin' hot, Mateo. Let me in that ass." Gagging you with his socks you love to sniff every day, he plowed you rough with his wide hands against your throat until he could climax his own flood into your body. Apollo dismounted and plopped on his back next to you, throwing his arm around your neck as you fell asleep in eachother's juices.

The next morning, the sun shone bright through the windows onto you and your man's notoriously sexy bodies sprawled across the satin sheets. You woke up as you always did, swiping on your OnlyFans and Twitter until Apollo would wake. A grope of your lithe cock and a deep kiss was all you needed each morning from him, assuming it was just you two the night before. You hopped out of bed, slipping on one of Apollo's outfits from a show earlier in the week, and borrowing his ripe socks and Doc Martens to flesh out the look. In their home, "mi casa es su casa." Just as you were heading out to get some promo shots for the next album, a ping from your phone showed a strange text from an unknown number, asking about her boyfriend or whatever. Psh. Must've been the wrong number.

[fischltao]

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AOT SQUIRTING HEADCANONS

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request by: @multi-fandoms-stuff

"can I pretty request an imagine for aot eren, erwin, levi, connie, armin, jean, reiner, bertolt, ymir, and mikasa about them making there s/o squirt for the first time and there reaction, have the reader get all shy and trys to hide her face??"

notes: ahhh thank you so much for requesting, again im very sorry for the delay and late update, im back on writing now!

warnings: smut, squirting, overstimulation, bodily fluids

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Eren Jeager:

You and Eren have got it going on for a few hours with him and his titan stamina plunging into you without letting you rest for a minute. You haven't even kept track of how long it's been or how many times he's made you cum that night, only focusing on his cock stretching you open and the way he is holding your throat. It's not long until your next orgasm arrives but oh, this time it feels different and suddenly you're squirting all over him and his cock as he keeps fucking you deeper and harder.

"Eren, I need to clean up, Im so sorry I didn't know this would happen, oh my-" You wail while pushing your hands over your face but instead of him stopping he just snaps his hips against yours harder and says:

"No. You're doing it again" Needless to say, you do, indeed.

Erwin Smith:

On your break you had snuck inside Erwin's office to steal a couple of kisses which soon ended up with you laying on the table all over his paperwork and him taking out his emotions on your poor pussy, to the point where you swear someone's going to walk in with a noise complain- not just due to your loud moans- but also due to the fact that his unsteady table is repeatedly creaking on the wooden floor.

"Erwin, I'm so close, Erwin I-ERWIN" You scream as you realize what is actually happening and not being able to hold it in. Both of you are freaking the fuck out. On any other situation he would find this really hot and treat you so good for squirting on him but you just came all over important papers which needed to be delivered awfully soon and neither has zero idea of what the hell you're supposed to do now. You freaking out must have been even louder than your sex noises and now you're adamant that everyone heard.

This was a different walk of shame

Levi Ackerman:

He had just changed the sheets to your shared bedroom when you walked in half naked after your shower, instantly igniting something inside him. The past few weeks had been really tiring for both and the only way to take your exhaustion away was having you bounce on his cock until you were in tears and shaking.

"You're gonna cum baby? I'm so fucking close too" He whispered in your ear like a lullaby in-between heavy breaths as he moved your hair out of your face and locked his eyes with yours. His movements were so gentle and passionate until you both grew desperate for your release and soon he was guiding your hips faster and sloppier while smacking your ass. It wasn't long until you started shaking while he filled you up. After you both came down from your highs you gained awareness of your surroundings and immediately shrunk to yourself.

"What are you hiding away for?"

"You just changed the sheets"

"I can always put another ones" He said awkwardly as you tried to shift away from his lap, when he pulled you right back in "It would be a shame if i changed them while they're only this wet. We might as well just ruin them completely"

Connie Springer:

Sasha and Jean were sleeping on the couch next to you after a nice dinner and Connie was feeling really turned on, right from the start of the night when you felt his fingers creeping up inside your panties and circling over your clit before teasing their way inside.

"Can we at least go somewhere isolated? I feel bad for-" You choked trying not to make a sound as his finger where now dipping in and out of your cunt in a desperate need of feeling your walls clench around them "Connie-"

"It's too comfy here, try to be more quiet baby" He whispered back as he lifted your skirt and pushed his tip inside not letting it all in but rather slipping it in and then pulling out and rubbing on your clit until you felt yourself cumming. Hard.

You were trying so hard to not make a noise until you realized what actually happened and turned around to look at your boyfriend in shock with heat rising up your cheeks. This cheeky motherfucker was looking back at you with the biggest smirk before plunging his entire length inside. Definitely proud of himself... And you definetely have to clean up before a) Jean and/or Sasha wake up b) Captain Levi haunts your dreams.

Jean Kirschstein:

Jean and you had been sent on different expenditions for the week so it was safe to say that you really missed spending time with each other. And him inside you.

Once he closes his room's door he already has you pushed against the wall and taking you right there while standing up. Jean is the romantic type but missing you made him desperate for your touch. You were sure you were seeing stars at one point, the way he pressed against you was magnificent and it just kept getting better and better until you felt the bubble inside you burst and soon your juices were everywhere on the floor. Everywhere.

You instantly felt like hiding away and audibly apologized while he still fucked the shit out of you. Confused he started slowing down and voiced his concern over your sudden apology until he realized what went down and blushed. 'Thats it, its over' you thought. Suddenly the most unexpected thing happened. A huge smile crept on his face "I made you squirt! Oh my god you look so hot, I bet Eren would never be able to make a girl sq-" He exclaimed before you kicked his leg.

Armin Arlet:

Armin is such a sweet young man. He had you laid on the bed for him as he slowly fucked into you, gasping in between kisses and telling you just how much he loves you. Gaining more confidence in yourself your moans became louder and louder and soon his pace changed into sharp and quick thrusts.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train and cherished the way he was the one to make you scream and breathe like that. He felt so blessed that you chose him as the man to have inside your velvet walls and-

Why is the bed wet? Did the rain get through the wooden roof? Why are you trying to hide away? Armin genuinely had no clue.

"Is everything okay baby? Do you feel uncomfortable with the waters?" He asked as more color rose up to your cheeks, refusing to look in his eyes as you awkwardly tried to explain what had happened was not a leak in the roof "What did you say?"

"I squirted"

"Oh"

"Yes"

"This is way more exciting than a leaking roof...Way more"

Reiner Braun:

Reiner is an emotional man and it shows when you get intimate with each other. One time he has you on all fours, with a finger deep in your asshole as he rails your guts.

"Noone else can fuck you like that fuck- what is it baby, is there anyone else that will fuck you this good? Have you crying from their cock? Use your words princess come on" He gasped as his own tears were threatening to fall, seeking emotional validation as well as pleasure as you tried to form a coherent sentence while sobbing "Didn't think so darling, you're such a whore for me"

And in the heat of the moment the offspring of his actions and words erupted from your throat as a loud scream and your juices squirted all over his lap for the first time. The sighting made Reiner cum in an instant and neither had the energy to talk about it, until he embraced you tightly from behind and thanked you for allowing him to be with you and sharing your most vulnerable moment with him.

Berthold Hoover:

His cock felt so good as you bounced on it . In a way it was therapeutic and for the past 7 minutes you've been in this position you've felt constantly on the edge and your thighs burned until sweet release washed you over and soon you were clasping poor Bert's shoulders as you screamed and squirted all over him while he pulled his dick out of your spent pussy and slapped its head on your clit as he watched more liquid come out.

After your orgasm died down a little, instant shame washed over you and you tried hopping away before he hugged you tightly and swayed you without realizing that hes accidentally rubbing you on his cock again and that you are about to pass out....

Ymir:

Ymir is a big tease. A really big one. Proof being her refusing to finally push her fingers inside your soaked slit, instead choosing to just rub up and down while slipping half an inch inside before you grew desperate and moved your own fingers to your clit and rubbing vigorously.

"Fuck" You heard her exclaim before plunging two of her fingers inside "Don't stop touching yourself baby, wanna make you cum like that" She commanded as her fingers dove in and out as fast as she could while you screamed under her touch. Your orgasm came fast and before you knew it, Ymir was soaking wet with your juices . "Never knew my girl could squirt, makes me wish I ate you out instead" She says before diving in.

Mikasa Ackerman:

It was a quiet night with Mika as you laid on your bed next to each other. Your conversation ended with your fingers in her pussy and hers in yours. Both struggled with the pace as you chased your release and her moans in your ear caused you to lose control and instantly let go and clench around her fingers as clear liquid soaked the sheets right beneath you and she turned her head to look at you in awe.

"I'm so sorry Mikasa I didn't know this would-"

"Do you think I can do this too?" She asked with flushed cheeks and an innocent look on her face.

"Eh? Squirt?" You asked and before she had the chance to nod you took out the dildo from your drawer and plunged it deep into her dripping pussy.

[sapphire-strikes]

Do you think you could write something about trying to teach the matsunos how to cook? 😚 Thank youuu

No, thank you for the request! ♡

~

Not helpful at all: Osomatsu and Todomatsu.

Tires very hard to be helpful:Jyushimatsu, Choromatsu, and Karamatsu.

Is actually Helpful: Ichimatsu.

• Osomatsu will be half asleep but he still pried himself out of bed to come down to the kitchen so props to him for that, I guess. But all he does is sit at the table and watch you work with his brothers, jokingly complaining about how long you guys are taking and how he's hungry.

"We've got mom to cook for us and even you sometimes, so why do we have to learn? The way I see it is if something isn't broke don't fix it."

• Karamatsu and Choromatsu are both right at your sides, doing their very best to mimic the steps you show them. It's one of the few times you'll see Karamatsu so careful, his concentrated expression just as unsure as Choromatsu's as they follow along to the best of their ability. They're actually trying; whether it be to impress you or because they actually want to learn, and it gives you a good idea of how far out of their league these boys are when it comes to basic self-sufficienct skills like cooking.

• Jyushi is also trying his very hardest! But it might be best to give him his own separate set of cooking utensils and ingredients so he can still work along with you just...a little farther away from what will be the finished product. He's an excellent gofer though and is at your side with whatever you need not a second after you ask for it.

• Todomatsu acted excited about the idea from the moment you told them you wanted to teach them how to cook, even picking the two of you out matching aprons and helping you decide what recipes you were going to show them first. But when the actual work starts all he's focused on is chatting and somewhat inconveniently hugging you from behind.

"Do you want to try, Totty?" You ask, motioning to your cutting board."

"Nah~ You keep going!" He rests his head on your shoulder with a sweet smile. "I'm much more of a visual learner!" You have to remind him to let go each time you have to move to a different part of the kitchen only for him to latch back on the second you're stationary again.

• He lifts his phone up to you every once in a while to show you something he thinks would be fun to make some time and you notice that they're all dessert, eventually deciding that your next lesson would be baking since you just might be able to find a recipie he's actually interested in learning.

• And then you have Ichimatsu. You weren't going to push him to participate but were more than surprised by how easily he followed along with the idea, even if all he did at first was lurk in the background, watching from a distance, but you were still happy to have him there.

• Eventually, a moment comes around where you get distracted helping somewhere else and forget about something you have on the stove, but when you finally remember and turn around in panic at the possibility of it having burned you see Ichimatsu carefully tending to it.

"...Hm?" He raises a brow at your happy expression, a small blush crossing his cheeks as he turns back to the stove. "Go ahead and finish with them, I've got this..."

• Osomatsu gets up at one point and tries to sneak his arms around you from behind like Tottys been doing, only for the youngest to return from wherever you sent him and promptly muscles him to the ground with a mischievous "Oops!" You have to stop a fight from breaking out after that but Osomatsu is finally off his butt so you put him to work alongside Ichimatsu who's more than happy to keep him from sneaking off.

• You'll have your hands pretty full the whole time but in the end the results are....better than expected! The phrase "too many cooks in the kitchen" exists for a reason you suppose because the resulting chaos left your final product looking less than pretty but it tasted just fine so it was more than a success in your book; especially since they're all already asking when their next lesson will be.

[cherrywoes]

cuddle headcanons. (ft. diluc and kaeya.)

title: cuddle headcanons

characters: diluc and kaeya (separate.)

fandom: genshin impact

requests: open.

rating: nice and fluffy

a/n: thank you @sullen-angel24! i'm glad to see you in my ask box dear! <3 istg kaeya's was throwing me for a loop so i went with my best interpretation of his personality and in-game actions thus far. i'm a kaeya main and i struggle to write him smh. anyway! i hope you enjoy it! <3

diluc: cuddle headcanons

i feel like diluc would be one of those people who are intentionally a little skittish around intimate contact of any kind, but secretly loves it on the inside,,,

like there are only so many ways he can express his emotions through his words, usually which come out either wrong or not quite what he meant, so he can convey his emotions better through small actions, whether that be a hug or something else *wink wonk*

but on a more serious note, i do believe diluc is an actions over words kind of guy. he values actions over words, at least, because they mean more to him than anything you could say in the long run.

so cuddling with diluc would more than likely be a "behind close doors" affair, so to speak, he isn't fond of public affection and would much prefer it to be on his terms in a place where he feels safe.

that said!

cuddling with diluc is like cuddling with a heater. it can be comfy, depending on the weather (dragonspine) or it can be absolutely awful depending on the heat (mondstadt or liyue), but either way, the man runs pretty hot on a regular basis due to his abilities, so cool clothing--or none at all--is a must.

diluc very rarely wears much of anything because of it (this is if nighttime cuddles are a thing) so you'd have to be comfortable with an unusual amount of skinship with him. at first he might be a little wary and wear clothes, for propriety's sake, but would quickly grow weary of the whole thing and be as comfortable as possible.

since diluc has strong upper body strength (he has to, being a claymore wielder) he has a rather firm grip when it comes to holding you to his chest. it is pleasant and comfortable, not too hard and not too loose, but just enough to where you can feel comforted and protected--which is the goal.

if you are ever in distress, tired, sad, or anything at all, you can always track down diluc at the dawn winery and know he'll be ready to offer cuddles at a moment's notice, but only because it's you.

play with his hair. do it. he says he doesn't like it but he does. do it when he turns his back to you and just cuddle him from behind and run your fingers through his scalp, twist his hair into braids, muse it thoroughly--he'll be much more compliant and at ease than if you hadn't.

his favorite cuddling position is when he's on his back and you're snuggled right up to his side, resting your cheek somewhere between his shoulder and chest and a leg thrown over his hips, comfortable and leisurely. especially in the mornings, when neither of you have nowhere to go immediately and can just sit and bask in each other's presence.

his second favorite would probably be face to face but it's rare that it happens because he'd much prefer the first. he enjoys just flicking his gaze over your face if you've fallen asleep, or just staring into your eyes in general if you're awake, feeling as if his stare alone could convey the many words he would never say.

at the end of the day, diluc is a pretty soft boi with a fairly rough background so handle his heart with care please!

kaeya: cuddle headcanons

the opposite of diluc, i think kaeya would be opposed to any kind of skinship--for the most part. while he certainly appreciates a good hug or pat on the shoulder here and there, he's averse to contact for extended periods of time lasting longer than maybe a few minutes.

he is able to express himself more thoroughly with his words, i believe, than his actions, because his actions can be easily misconstrued, as past actions indicate. *cough* so he much prefers verbal affirmations to physical ones, but however, if the traveler (yourself) is more skewed towards physical affection, he supposes he can't complain, since it's you, after all.

with kaeya, you would have to start out small; lingering touches, never fully encompassing or heavy, but light and delicate. get him used to your extended presence, so to speak, and he'll be more inclined to be touchier because, despite what he says or indicates with body language, he does crave that interaction with you even if his mind vehemently opposes it.

in a compromise, he'll sit as close to you as possible, but the rest will ultimately be up to you.

cuddling with kaeya, at first, is a bit of an awkward thing. he isn't sure what he wants, so he tries to do what is natural--deflect with flirtatious comments and fond words, distracting you from his uncomfortableness, but you see right through it.

over time, as he grows more accustomed to it, he grows clingier, even going as far as cuddling you in public spaces. the knights of favonius' hq has never known him to be as close as he is to you at any given time.

if he's working late and refuses to come home, you can easily wedge yourself into his lap on his chair and cuddle him that way, which is counterproductive since he can't resist when you do that.

because he runs quite cool, being a cryo user, he's the best to have during mondstadt heatwaves or impromptu trips to liyue. he sleeps with several blankets so if you end up having a cuddle session before bed, either wear cool clothes or be prepared to sleep naked (not that he would mind). *wink wink nudge nudge*

he's a blanket hoarder and collects blankets. you can't persuade me otherwise. i will die on this hill.

in an interesting turn, he doesn't like his hair played with, but he will play with yours, although not in the neat and pretty designs you probably would. usually it ends up knotted and matted worse than before if you came off of a mission, because while his touch is playful, it more than often comes with disastrous consequences.

his favorite position is cuddled up behind you, as close as he can be, with an arm under your head and another wrapped around your waist, his hand close to your heart. you can either hold that hand or reach up and stroke your fingers down his arm and he'll be happy. bonus points if you twine your legs together with his, he loves that.

his second favorite is less of a cuddle and more of a bear hug; specifically, more like a koala hug. it's less of an intimacy thing and more of a "i enjoy being greeted this way" thing, especially if he's the one coming back from a lengthy trip or mission. just leap on him and hold tight with your arms and legs (don't kill the poor bby tho) and he feels loved and appreciated and actually wants to return to you than mondstadt.

kaeya, when all is said and done, yearns for affection and affirmation, so be careful with him; he does, despite what he claims, breaks easily.

[beca-mitchell]

little taste of heaven (i'm caught up in you) (1/1)

Summary: now i see daylight AU - Beca and Chloe’s first date, finally. 

Word count: 3.9k

For @anna-kendrick​: We've worked on this universe for the past year and holy, it means the world to both of us that you guys love Beca and Chloe as much as we do. Thank you so much for the encouragement and love, always.And of course, again, thank you to Josi who is an incredibly talented artist. Look at this art.

title from "untouchable (taylor's version)" though I did heavily consider using "our song"...i just liked the energy of untouchable a bit more.

Read below or on AO3!

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AGE: 15/16 LOCATION: Brookline, MA MONTH: June

 * * * * *

 It is finally June. The warm air is only a hint of better things to come. Like the last day of school before total freedom.

Beca smiles at Chloe as she nears Beca’s locker. “Hey,” she greets. “Good practice?”

Around them, students mill about excitedly, cleaning out their lockers and making plans for the summer to come. Chloe shrugs, hair clearly still damp from her shower. “I don’t know why we keep running through practices when we have no more games for the season.”

“Got to keep the regional champions in top shape,” Beca teases. “Keep the other teams on their toes.”

“But I’m tired,” Chloe complains. She leans heavily on a neighboring locker. “Since it's the last day of school, will you come over tonight for dinner? My parents are whining about how they haven’t seen you in a while.”

Beca clears her throat, thinking about how the last time she had gone over to Chloe’s house had been when Chloe and Tom broke up...at the end of April. Over a month ago. She had gone because Chloe had been crying and upset. She had gone because even if her body ached with the anxiety of not knowing where she and Chloe stood, she and Chloe were always going to be friends first. Best friends.

Best friends who felt something more than friendship for each other. Confirmed, real feelings. Feelings that made them want to kiss each other.

Feelings that they hadn’t yet talked about. Or acted on despite both of them being extremely single at the moment.

Hell, Chloe's birthday came and went a couple weeks ago without much fanfare. Beca had been too shy to do anything remotely romantic and they ended up going to a movie with a few friends before going to an arcade.

“Bec?”

Beca nods stiltedly, pretending to contemplate her now-empty locker a bit more before turning to face Chloe. She steadies herself with a quick breath. “I’d love nothing more.”

 * * * * *

 Beca stares at her reflection with some trepidation.

“It’s just Chloe,” she mutters to herself, eyes tracking over every crease in the skirt she has picked out. Maybe I should go with jeans, she thinks. But it’s gross and hot out today.

She isn’t even sure why she’s nervous. It just feels like a return to normalcy of sorts, but Beca’s pretty sure that now that she knows what it feels like to kiss Chloe and what it feels like, a little bit at least, to know that Chloe feels somewhat similarly to her. It’s different. In a good way. Maybe it’s different in a scary way.

She isn’t even sure she can bring up the topic with her mother, so that’s an added layer of uncertainty: it’s additionally anxiety-inducing not knowing how her mother will react.

It’s well past the time that Beca should have already walked out the door to head next door by the time she actually forces herself out of her bedroom and down the stairs, but she figures Chloe will understand. And dinner is rarely ever prepared at the exact time stated in the Beale household anyway. Beca’s not too worried. Just nervous.

She finally reaches out to press the doorbell.

Chloe opens the door almost immediately. “Thought you got lost,” she teases.

“Were you just waiting behind the door?” Beca asks quickly, allowing Chloe to grab her wrist and pull her over the threshold.

“And if I was?” Chloe shoots back, offering Beca a lazy smile, playful in nature. With an underlying hint of something else.

Beca blinks the surprise away. “I wouldn’t be complaining if you were waiting for me. Just sorry I kept you waiting,” she offers.

“Dinner’s not ready anyway,” Chloe says, as Beca expected. They breeze past the living room area, taking a mild detour past the kitchen and towards the back porch. “I might have told you a slightly earlier time because I wanted to talk to you about something,” Chloe says lightly.

“Should I say hi to your parents?” Beca asks worriedly before it registers what Chloe just said. “Wait, what? Talk to me about what?”

“Come sit with me,” Chloe says instead. Patiently. She gestures towards the tree - the tree they used to play under all the time as children - nestled in the corner of the backyard.

It’s one of Beca’s favorite spots.

She follows Chloe, wondering if it’s too late to run home and change into her jeans because she’s sure the grass and sticks will prick at her skin, but she’s surprised, as they near, that there is a small blanket laid out underneath.

Chloe had planned for this.

“Please sit,” Chloe offers. She sits comfortably, patting the spot next to her. “I had a feeling you’d dress up a little. Didn’t want you to get a dress dirty.” Her eyes drift down to Beca’s skirt briefly before she lifts her eyes, smiling at Beca. Beca doesn’t feel self-conscious, shockingly. She feels content. Safe.

Maybe a little warm if anything, but she knows that’s probably the proximity to the girl she’s been crushing on for the longest time.

“I...wanted to talk to you because we haven’t...really talked. About...y’know.” A hint of nervousness creeps into Chloe’s voice. “When we kissed and then Tom…” she hesitates. “We just didn’t get to talk about anything. And now the school year’s pretty much over, so I thought…”

“Right,” Beca agrees quickly. Her palms begin to sweat. She sure as hell hopes Chloe doesn’t expect her to lead this conversation. It was mortifying enough the first time around when she had basically laid everything on the line while Chloe was still dating somebody else. When Chloe had left her with nothing more than a heartfelt, vulnerable don’t give up on me. Then she had broken up with Tom and that was all their school could talk about for weeks.

And now this. Somehow Beca survived all of that while slowly making sure her friendship with Chloe survived as well. They both made sure of that.

“I like you,” Chloe declares. “I mean...I think I always did. Like you, I mean. As more than a friend. But the feelings were really confusing.”

“I get it,” Beca says a little too quickly. “I’m sorry,” she murmurs, laughing a little when Chloe smiles at her. “I feel like I haven’t stopped thinking about this for a while. But I never wanted you to feel pressured to talk about this with me even though we kissed.” She ignores the way her voice totally cracks over that last word.

“I never felt pressured,” Chloe assures her gently. “I am so...grateful that you’re in my life. I didn’t want to mess this up. But I think we should...try.”

“Try?” Beca echoes.

Chloe blushes. Like a full-on blush that spreads across her cheeks, visible to Beca even in the dying daylight. It makes her cheeks rosy and Chloe even flinches at her own reaction. “Dating,” she says simply once she seems to regain control of her emotions. “I want to go on dates with you. And hold your hand. And more kissing! If that’s what you want.”

Beca’s sure that her heart explodes somewhere in her chest because she suddenly finds it very difficult to control various parts of her body. She can’t control the smile that spreads across her face and the following, matching blush in her cheeks. It heats through her face with ease. And even worse, she can’t control the way her hand comes up to her mouth as if to instinctively cover her smile because somehow being thrilled that her crush is basically asking her out making her body react in embarrassing ways.

Chloe laughs at her, not a hint of malice in her laugh. Just joy. “I take that as a yes. Thank God, I wasn’t sure how I was going to convince my parents to move away.”

Beca rolls her eyes. Finally. Teasing. She can do that. “You wouldn’t be able to leave me. You like me too much.”

Chloe’s smile grows soft. “Well...yeah. I do. A lot.”

Beca’s breath catches. She’s sure she could kiss Chloe right now and the crazy part is, it wouldn’t even be totally weird. Or out there. Because they’re going to start dating. But maybe kissing Chloe again before their first date is frowned upon? Beca has no idea. She’s still only ever kissed one person and that person is sitting in front of her.

“Girls! Dinner!”

As if Chloe had been reading her mind and her intentions, Chloe shakes her head and stands, offering a hand to pull Beca up. When Beca stands, they’re somehow even closer - almost nose to nose - than they had been when they were sitting. “Saved by the bell,” Chloe whispers, breath close enough to be felt on Beca’s mouth.

 * * * * *

 The most interesting part is that Beca hadn’t really thought about any of this - dating Chloe - beyond just vague daydreams and fantasies about just some kind of happy utopia with Chloe by her side. It’s honestly not much different from their usual day-to-day considering how close they already are, but dating? Actual dating?

Her Google search history stares back at her accusingly.

dating tips dating best friend first date first date movies dating girl what to do

She supposes she could ask her mother, but even that brief thought makes her shrink away from her desk. Beca stands and begins pacing. She’s sure that she’s overthinking this all. That Chloe could probably care less about what they do on their first date. That Chloe’s probably just expecting them to spend time together, just the two of them. With more handholding. And maybe a kiss at the end of the night.

“Shit,” Beca mutters suddenly. She rushes back to her computer, adding another search to her list.

kiss on first date ok???

She frowns. Not quite.

kissing before first date acceptable

In the end, she is saved from her descent into a hole of online searching by a text from Chloe herself.

Chloe dinner tomorrow at south street? haven’t been downtown in a while

Beca i’m down!

The ease at which Beca replies does not at all reflect the somersaults in her stomach.

 * * * * *

 “Hey,” Chloe calls, putting her menu down. “Where’d you go just now?”

Beca blinks, realizing that she had glazed over the menu entirely, too wrapped up in her own thoughts. “Oh, just...contemplating…” her eyes land on the first item she sees. “Salad.” She can’t help the way her own nose wrinkles instinctively at the thought of eating salad.

Chloe is as intuitive as ever, smiling as she reaches across the table to touch Beca’s hand. “You hate salad. Especially here.”

Beca swallows, struck by both the normalcy and intimacy of Chloe’s touch. They’ve been friends for years—there is nothing extremely off-putting about them holding hands or even just randomly touching each other on the arm, shoulder, knee.

And yet—

Chloe draws her hand away, seemingly not at all aware of Beca’s inner turmoil this time. She refocuses on her menu. “Want me to order something for you?” she asks instead.

Beca nods, though she is surprised. “Sure.” Now she’s curious as to what Chloe will order for her. And if she’s being honest, it kind of makes her feel giddy, the thought of Chloe knowing her well-enough to order something. Not that Beca would even bother with telling Chloe that she’s wrong. She’d eat anything at this point, just to spend more time with Chloe.

It’s not even like they’re at a fancy restaurant. It’s a diner downtown. The bright retro designs all around plus the comfortable, plush booth seats are all appealing to Beca and she likes the general atmosphere.

But she kind of wants to just…

“Can I sit next to you?” she blurts out. Immediately, she clamps her mouth shut, resisting the urge to avoid Chloe’s curious gaze, which lifts to meet hers immediately.

Chloe grins. “I would want nothing more. Get over here.”

Beca nearly sags in relief, but focuses instead on moving around the booth so she and Chloe are sitting closer, now on side of the booth.

Beca focuses on the frequent piece of advice she had found through a few somewhat reliable Google results.

Hold her hand.

Beca does. She inches her pinky across the cool vinyl seats until she can feel Chloe’s against her finger. Then, she slips her hand over Chloe’s, gently hooking her fingers on Chloe’s palm until Chloe gets the idea.

Chloe’s hand flips slowly, their palms touching. Beca exhales, sliding her fingers between Chloe’s, already liking the easy, comfortable fit of their hands.

Chloe says nothing, content to enjoy the silence and familiarity just as Beca is content to allow her feelings to take over. For a moment, Chloe appears to be perusing the menu in silence, but there is a steadiness to the set of Chloe’s shoulders. Beca can tell, having been so attuned to Chloe’s characteristics for longer than she’d like to admit. For longer than even Chloe herself knows at this moment. She glances at her date—her date!—selfishly taking the moment to appreciate Chloe’s profile.

It’s something she has done so many times before, but this time...this time, in a diner outside of town with the soft clatter of dishes around them and Chloe’s soft, warm palm against her own, Beca knows this is different.

“You know,” Chloe starts awkwardly. “I...obviously don’t mind if you ordered on your own.”

Beca laughs. “Why’d you offer to then?”

“I don’t know,” Chloe says, exasperation in her voice. She groans and hangs her head slightly. “I asked Max and-”

“You asked your brother what to do on a date with me?”

“No!” Chloe explains before she snorts. “I just...told him I was worried about impressing a girl. And I don’t know why, but I somehow thought he’d have some idea.” She grins a little, glancing at Beca out of the corner of her eye. “Did it work?”

“Maybe a little,” Beca says distractedly. She’s more fixated on the fact that Chloe must have been truly desperate to have turned to her older brother for help.

“Oh and he totally guessed I was going out with you, by the way.”

That’s not something that thrills Beca too much. Her imagination immediately conjures up a comically exaggerated vision of Chloe’s brother threatening her with a knife. “How?” she asks. “What did he say?”

“Nothing, really. He just kind of guessed and then said ‘finally’ or something like that.”

“Well, thank you for offering to order for me. It was very...chivalrous of you.”

“Please stop.”

“Quite charming.”

“Beca.”

“I can’t wait to see what other moves you try on me. Are we going to share one milkshake?”

“...no?”

 * * * * *

 They end up ordering two separate milkshakes because Beca sticks to her vanilla and Chloe orders chocolate.

“Try,” Chloe commands. “You always get vanilla. Chocolate is so good.”

Beca sighs, but obediently sticks her straw into Chloe’s cup despite Chloe’s protests of “contamination” and quickly takes a sip just to shut Chloe up for the time being. It’s not horrible - Beca just isn’t the fan of how chocolate tastes in milkshake form, though she’s sure Chloe will claim there’s no difference if the milkshake were in a solid chocolate bar form instead.

However, she’s mildly distracted by the sudden proximity she and Chloe have between them. Chloe’s arm rests loosely over her shoulder, where she had put her arm when Beca leaned in to drink from Chloe’s cup. She can practically feel Chloe’s breath on her neck and her cheek.

It would be so easy to just turn and -

Beca shakes her head slightly and shifts back. Chloe takes a moment longer to slowly move her arm from around Beca’s shoulders.

“What?” Beca asks quietly, poking at her fries a little. She catches Chloe smiling at her affectionately.

“Nothing,” Chloe replies quickly. “Just...you smell nice. That’s all.”

 * * * * *

 “I guess it’s kind of convenient that we live together,” Beca remarks, trying not to think too hard about the way Chloe’s hand feels in her own. She winces. “Well. Not live together. But…you know. Live next to each other.”

Chloe tilts her head, smiling as they walk up the path towards their houses. “And why is that convenient?” she asks lightly.

Beca blushes. She hadn’t thought this far. “I’m…I don’t know. I was just…commenting. On the convenience.”

Chloe giggles, pulling Beca closer ever so slightly. Beca likes the way their arms press together. She likes holding Chloe’s hand. She likes lifting her other hand to curl against the bend of Chloe’s elbow.

She likes knowing that Chloe likes her—really likes her—and Chloe enjoyed their date and—and—

“This is you,” Chloe murmurs, stopping in front of Beca’s door.

Beca kind of doesn’t want the night to end. She wants to sit on the porch and talk to Chloe for a few more minutes. Maybe one more hour. Just to hear the sound of her voice and have her attention for a few moments longer.

“This is me,” Beca parrots, feeling a lot more nervous than she thinks she’s letting on. That was what people said in those movies adorning Chloe’s shelves, right? It was what the internet said. Normal first date cliches. She steps backwards, under the light of her front porch, still holding Chloe’s hand as she does so. Chloe hesitates for a moment like she wants to follow, but ultimately she simply squeezes Beca’s hand in understanding and drops her own hand away.

Beca is immediately disappointed. She hadn’t wanted that at all. She bites her lip, watching as Chloe awkwardly shuffles her feet before she glances back up at Beca. A soft, slow smile spreads across Chloe’s lips, gentle and affectionate all at once. It makes Beca’s heart pound ridiculously hard.

“I had fun,” Chloe whispers, like she’s afraid somebody else will hear her. But not because she's afraid of other people. Just afraid that their bubble will burst, like Beca is. Another step closer. Beca swallows. “Can we do that again?”

“You’d want to go on more dates?” Beca asks, just to clarify, even though she knows exactly what Chloe’s asking.

“I would love to go on more dates with you.”

“Me too,” Beca squeaks out. “I—um—”

Chloe’s smile stretches, somehow happier than before. “Goodnight Beca.”

Something in Beca snaps. She steps forward, just two small steps and calls out Chloe’s name. “Wait,” she adds hastily.

Chloe stops and turns, surprised.

“Can I—” Beca swallows, licking her suddenly dry lips. “Can I kis—”

She doesn’t get to finish her question before Chloe is covering the ground between them in two short strides, wrapping her hand around the back of Beca’s head, letting the other come up to Beca’s arm, and kissing her for all her worth.

Beca gasps in surprise into the kiss, hands coming up to Chloe’s shoulders, squeezing tightly. Gently and slowly, Chloe presses further into the kiss, her lips moving ever so lightly against Beca’s. It is so much more than their first kiss—a do-over, if anything—and Beca realizes, with a jolt, that this is something she can do now. She can kiss Chloe because Chloe likes her and Chloe went on a date with her. Chloe held her hand all night.

Chloe wants to kiss her too.

Beca hums happily at the thought, looping her hands behind Chloe’s neck. It feels instinctual even as Beca blushes at the sudden intensity of the kiss. She knows Chloe has kissed more people than she has; she knows Chloe will forever have more experience in this regard. But God, Beca thinks that she has never felt more wonderful or powerful than she does in this moment, tightening her grip on the fabric of Chloe’s light jacket.

Pulling back ever so slightly, Beca heaves a breath and rests her forehead against Chloe’s forehead. Chloe’s breathing is the tiniest bit labored as well. For a moment, neither of them dares to move, too afraid to break the spell between them.

Chloe is the first to smile—the first to press forward ever so slightly so their noses brush delicately. “What were you going to ask?” Chloe murmurs.

Beca swats her shoulder lightly. “You’re so weird,” she mumbles back, leaning in to steal just one more kiss from her beautiful, wonderful date.

 * * * * *

 When Beca reaches the solitude of her bedroom, she finally gets what all those high school romcoms were about. Showing their protagonist thrilled to finally finish a date so they can squeal and giggle and simply dream about their crush or date. It’s probably the first time that Beca has felt her energy rebound around her room with such happiness and positivity. The sensation is addicting—she honestly just wants to text Chloe all night.

Which, honestly, she could.

Chloe kissed her. Chloe kissed her because she likes her and they just went on a date. A freaking date.

A text from Chloe jolts her back to reality.

Chloe i miss you, is that weird?

Beca no because i miss you too. weirdo.

Chloe i have something else to tell you. that might be weird. Idk

Beca go for it.

Beca watches the text bubbles float in and out on her screen, like Chloe is typing a paragraph. Despite Chloe just saying that she missed her, Beca can’t help but feel nervous.

Chloe I just wanted you to know why i picked south street. it’s because. well. Remember when we first went there by ourselves without our parents. Sometime last year. With a few friends. And we all squeezed into that booth and sat there and shared fries and milkshakes and felt like we were at the top of the world because we were finally in high school or something stupid like that. I don’t even remember much about that night or who we were with but i do remember seeing the way you laughed at something and how your entire face lit up. and i remember thinking that i really liked you and how scary it was that i felt these things for you so suddenly and so much. Like a lot. but i’m so glad that we both got to this point - that we both feel the same way. I just really loved the way you looked when you laughed and i am so happy you’re in my life.

Chloe also i really like kissing you

Beca doesn’t even bother replying.

She shoves on her shoes again and rushes out the front door. She is only surprised to see Chloe sitting on her own front porch, staring worriedly at her phone.

“You really are so weird, y'know that?” She calls out, careful not to startle Chloe too much.

Chloe does jump anyway, but she sets her phone down quickly. “What are you doing?”

“Finishing this date off again that you confessed your big scary feelings. Through a text message.” Beca pretends to be annoyed as she stomps over to Chloe. “You couldn’t have said all that?”

“You make me nervous!” Chloe exclaims.

Beca shakes her head, mustering up all the courage she has in the world, pulling Chloe in for a kiss like she wanted to earlier before Chloe beat her to it.

“So much better,” Beca whispers, smiling when Chloe huffs quietly against her mouth.

It's the perfect end to the beginning Beca has been dreaming of all this time.

fin.

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Good Girl, Bad Boy (Pt. 02 of 15)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.3 K

Summary: You're the extreme opposite of Billy Hargrove. The good girl, with perfect grades, the child every mother wants to have. And you don't want to have nothing to do with his kind. Ignoring Billy – and his constant, lingering stare – became an habit. But after you're put together for a special school program, you'll have no choice but to get along with him. And soon enough you'll find out that Billy is so much more than just Hawkins' bad boy.

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Growing Closer

You find Billy walking away from his locker, ready to go home. He's alone this time, and you heard something about Stacy being mad at him. You wonder what he did to her. Or if he just got tired and is now aiming for someone else.

“Hargrove.” You call when you're closer enough to be heard. Billy turns around immediately, and you both stop in the middle of the hall. “Do you happen to have some time? We need to discuss the calendar.”

“Sure.” He simply says, and it's clear to you he's pissed off already. He was forced into the program, so it's only normal he doesn't want to do that.

“We can hit the library. It remains open for two hours after class.” You can't help but notice some people staring. But that isn't a surprise. You and Billy are as different as day and night, and nobody expects to see you two talking.

“Sure.” He repeats, and a fun expression crosses his face before he steps aside, gesturing for you to walk.

Chuckling, you furrow your eyebrows, starting to make your way to the library.

You know the place by heart since you're here at least three times a week. Waving at the teacher who stays in the reception, you pick a table in the back, so your chattering won't bother anyone. Taking a seat, you watch as Billy settles down across from you.

It's a little weird at first, and a silence falls in between you two. You suddenly realize you've been staring at him, way too focused on his blue eyes. You didn't know Billy's eyes were so beautiful. But you quickly clear your throat, searching on your bag for your notebook.

“I made you this planner.” Pulling the paper sheet off the notebook, colorful by many different marker colors, you slide it over to him. Billy's eyes fall on it immediately, eyebrows raising. “It's just to help you keep up with everything until the end of the year. More stuff will probably be add, but don't worry, I'll let you know.”

“You have everything figured out, don't you?” He finally speaks up, holding the paper in his hands.

“I know you don't want to do this. But this is senior year and you're almost free. Just a little longer and this will be over.” Offering him a small smile, you put a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I won't repeat the year. My grades are enough to get me through.” He sounds a little angry, and you sigh.

You don't know what to say to make him cooperate if he doesn't want to. “Look, you can't get out of the Improvement Program. But you can pick another tutor. So if you want, I have a list of everyone who's still available and maybe if there's someone you already know or happen to be friends with–” As you speak, you start looking in your bag for the small blueish paper. “–you just have to talk to Mrs Martinez and–”

“I want you to be my tutor.” His voice startles you since it's a little too loud and because of the silence, it echoes a bit. “But just because I know you're the smartest person in this school.”

Biting your lip, you nod, not sure how you feel about his compliment. “Thanks... I try.”

“You freaking succeed,” Billy mutters, cupping his hands above the table.

There's heat creeping through your cheeks so you look away, bringing back to mind what else you must talk to him about. “So, the next project is a presentation on History about World War I. Our part is about the assassination of Archduke Ferdinand, the invasion of Bosnia and Herzegovina, and the July crisis. The happenings before the war was set.”

“Great.”

“Shhh.” Someone says, and you look at a small group of people on your left.

“You shut up, asshole.” Billy raises his voice a little, and you look at him with wide eyes.

���Hey. Don't say that.” You warn him, giving the boy an apologetic look. “We're at a library, we're supposed to be quiet.”

“Excuse me.” Mr Williams comes, standing a few feet away. “Some students are complaining about your chattering, so I'll have to ask you to leave, please.”

“Oh...” Blushing a little, you start gathering your stuff. “Sorry, Mr Williams. We'll leave.” Billy is just about to say something when you give him a look.

You're quickly outside again, fixing the strap of your bag on your shoulder. “We...” Moving out of the way of some people heading to the library, you set into his pace, walking side by side. “We'll need some time to work on everything. So we can switch between your place and mine because doing things in the library won't work.” You feel a little shy to propose this, but it's not a big deal. You'll be doing this until the end of the year, so it's quite inevitable. “If that's ok with you, of course.”

“We should hit your place then. My father is home today, so... It just won't work.” There's a change in his voice, and you glance at him.

“My mother is home too. But she won't bother us.” Walking a little faster, you gesture at your car. “Just follow me.”

Billy nods, and you smile, giving him a little wave.

The school is empty, and so are the streets around it, so you have no trouble speeding away. Keeping your eyes on the review mirror, it only takes twenty minutes to get to your house, so you park on your usual spot, stepping out of the car and waiting for Billy to do the same. When he finally joins you on the porch, you move to unlock the door.

Billy couldn't help but feel lucky to be at her place. He never thought he'd come here, under any circumstances. Trying not to let her notice, he allows his eyes to wander a little as she opens the door, taking in the place (Y/N) calls home. It has a weird feeling for him, almost as if the place is sacred, somewhere he wasn't supposed to be.

“My mother is nice. But she may say some embarring stuff so... Be prepared.” Following her inside, Billy notices as her mother looks at them, eyes going a little wide to see him. He wonders if she isn't used to her daughter bringing boys home. Knowing (Y/N), he knows she's not. “Mom, this is Billy Hargrove. I told you about him yesterday, remember? From the Improvement Program.”

She told her mother about him. So yes, she was thinking about him. Maybe just for a couple of seconds, maybe just as someone she knows, who she has told to help. But it doesn't matter. (Y/N) was thinking about him, and for now, it's enough.

“Of course.” She stands up, coming to give her daughter a quick hug and shake Billy's hand. “I'm Amanda. (Y/N)'s mother.”

“It's good to meet you, Mrs–”

“Call me Amanda kid, or else I feel terribly old.” She jokes, kindly smiling. “I believe you'll be hanging around here a lot because of school. But don't worry, I won't get in your way.”

“Thanks, mom. We'll be in the dining room.” (Y/N)'s light touch on his forearm is enough to make him shot her a glance, almost too desperate, something in him wanting to ask her why she did such a thing. Billy curses himself as he follows her to the dining room for feeling so stupid. It's just a freaking touch. On his freaking arm. And she wasn't even giving it much thought.

As Billy settles down on the table, (Y/N) moves the centerpiece to the edge so they'll have more space. “Do you want anything? Water? Or some chips? I happen to have some.”

Her voice sends Billy into some kind of stupor. A guy like him shouldn't feel this way. (Y/N) is just a girl, and he had many. But none of them ever made him feel like this. Like his heart is trying to jump off his chest. After a year, he did think he got over it. But he was wrong. Billy didn't want to be this close to (Y/N), always watching her from a safe distance. But this stupid school had to put them together, so damn close. Look at him now, seated on her dining table, staring at her like a complete idiot.

Just because she offered him water and freaking chips.

“Water is nice.” He mumbles, eyes on her back as she walks away, passing behind his chair. A sweet scent irradiates from her. Like flowers, he doesn't know which one though, like freaking sunshine.

Laughing at his stupidity, Billy looks down at his hands. How can someone smell like sunshine? It's illogical.

“Get it together, she's just a girl,” Billy says to himself, resting his back against the chair and taking his jacket off, laying on the chair next to him. Girls are nothing new to him. He had they all figured out, their ways, how to break them, how to please them, how to bend them to his will.

But not (Y/N).

A nice girl like her is immune to his tricks. And that's good because if she wasn't, it would mean she could also fall on someone's traps. Like Tommy, or Jimmy, or Jackson. The very thought of those assholes with her, touching, caressing, kissing... It disgusts him, and he's quick to push such images away.

“Did you say something?” (Y/N) asks, coming back from the kitchen and handing him a glass with cold water. Once she's close enough, he takes a deep breath, and her sweet scent almost drives him mad.

She's not a girl for you, get it together. “No.” He mumbles, taking long sips before putting the glass down. “So what now?” He sounds a little rude, so he immediately clears his throat after, eyes on (Y/N) as she takes a seat next to him on the round table instead of across from him. Billy finds it odd, but he's thankful for the proximity. This way, he can be surrounded by her candy-like scent, trying to memorize it so he could play it back later. When he's into the nightmare he calls home.

You're just about to start, History books already on the table, since you'll begin with the presentation, notebooks and papers so you can take notes, but then you look at Billy. There's a bruise on the apple of his cheek that you haven't noticed it before.

“Did you get into a fight?” You ask, leaning slightly forward to take a better look.

“What?” There's a moment of confusion on his face before it changes. “Yeah.”

“Did you win?”

“In a way.” It doesn't look like he'll say anything else.

“Well, if someone punches you, make sure to beat them up.” Smiling a little, you take the History book, opening it on chapter 7. “What exactly do you know about–”

“Are you still dating Steve?”

The question takes you by surprise, making you nervously giggle. “Why are you asking me that?”

“Just curious.” He shrugs his shoulders, tilting his head to the side. “Saw you two talking earlier today and he wouldn't be happy to know we'll be around each other a lot.”

“Steve is my friend. We dated last year but only for two months.” Avoiding Billy's eyes, you go through the book, not really paying attention to anything. You can feel his stare, and for some reason, your cheeks start heating up.

“Who broke up with who?”

Chuckling, you turn your body towards him. “Why do you want to know, Billy?” Maybe he's just trying to procrastinate. “Because if you're just trying to delay things I–”

“No, I really want to know.” He leans forward, pulling the book closer to him. “You and Harrington don't fit together, so I was surprised to see you hanging out with him last year.”

“Steve and I got pretty close when he dropped the jerk act. And we were both single so we decided to give it a try.” The only reason you're telling Billy this is because it's not a secret. Some people know and they probably didn't put any effort into keeping it hidden. “But it didn't click. We were dating but it wasn't really romantic, so...” You smile to remember it, and the memory that comes back is definitely a secret. Nancy is the only one who knows, her and Steve, obviously. But you guess it's ok to tell Billy, it's quite funny. And silly. “We... We never really kissed, you know?”

“What?” His voice startles you, and the genuine confusion on his face only makes you laugh. “You're joking.”

“I'm not, and if this gets out, I'll know it was you.” With a finger pointing at his face, you fake a threatening face. “So keep it between us or else.”

Pinching his eyebrows together, Billy seems amused. “Or else what?” His voice gets lower, as he leans closer.

“Or else I'll have no choice but to make out with Steve in front of the whole school.” In a sassy tone, you smile, biting your tongue not to laugh at his expression. Billy is... Impressed? Surprised, maybe. Something tells you he wasn't expecting this answer.

“Ew. Please don't.”

“Then don't tell anyone.” Shrugging your shoulders, you pull your feet up, crossing your legs on the chair. “Now, C'mon. World War I.”

“One more question and we get to it.” As he speaks, you feel him pulling your hand away from the notebook, forcing you to give him attention. “Why in the hell didn't you and Steve–”

“We kissed. I mean, those quick kisses, you know. Like when you say hi or goodbye. Just a peck in the lips. But that was it.”

“That was it?”

“That was it.” Giggling again, you assure him. Why is it so important to him anyway? “Now, can we start?”

You watch as Billy's eyes remain on you, burning, lingering. After a while, his lips break into a smile and he looks down at the book, shaking his head lightly. “Let's start.”

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