#Crack; Not Gonna Worry About A Serious Tag...

[steddieas-shegoes]

because it's yours

for @steddielovemonth using the quote prompt: "If there is love, smallpox scars are as pretty as dimples. I'd love your face no matter what it looks like. Because it's yours." - Stephen King

rated t | 1250 words | no cw | tags: post-vecna, eddie munson lives, pre-relationship, injury recovery, first kiss, getting together

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Eddie’s not allowed visitors in the hospital, at least according to Wayne and Hopper. It’s for his own safety, they say.

Steve knows that’s partially bullshit. He’s good at sensing bullshit. But he plays along anyway, convinces the kids to just visit Max and they’ll plan a welcome home party for Eddie when he’s released. It gets harder by the day, especially when all the news they hear is that Eddie is healing well and should be good to go home even sooner than they thought.

No one tells them when he’s released.

Steve only finds out because he walks by the room Eddie’s been in, and instead of the door being closed, it’s wide open. There’s unfamiliar voices coming from the room. It could be doctors or nurses, but something makes him pause and peek in the doorway.

It’s an older woman and what appears to be her adult children, all of them having a very serious conversation about how she needs to be more careful while gardening.

Steve leaves before he’s caught eavesdropping.

He considers stopping by Dustin’s, see if he’s heard the news. Maybe the kids found out first.

Who is Steve to Eddie really?

Just because they gave each other looks and flirted a little and Steve carried him out of the Upside Down and-

He swallows the hurt and decides to go straight to Wayne’s new trailer. It’s just outside of town, easy to get to even with the damage done by the cracks. He’s been there a few times to check on him, even helped him set up his cable.

When Wayne opens the door, Steve knows something is off.

He doesn’t invite him in. Instead, he steps onto the porch and closes the door behind him. He gives Steve an awkward smile instead of his usual warm, comforting one.

“Is he home?” Steve asks.

“He’s sleeping,” Wayne allows. “He’s still recovering.”

“Do the kids know he’s home?”

“Son, he-“

“Why is he hiding? Everyone’s worried and just wants to make sure he’s okay. No one would keep him from resting!” Steve hates that his voice pitches higher. His hands are shaking. He’s never spoken to an adult he respects like this. “We just wanna know he’s safe.”

“He is.” Wayne sighs. “I told that boy no one was gonna stay away for long. He insisted everyone would forget him. I said no. He didn’t listen.”

Steve’s eyes dart over to the window he knows goes to Eddie’s bedroom. He’d been the one to help set it up when Wayne moved in.

“Can I please see him? I’ll be quick. I won’t even tell the kids yet. I just need to see,” Steve begs. “Please, Wayne.”

Wayne wordlessly opens the door and gestures for Steve to come inside.

He leads him to Eddie’s room, reminding him with a look to be quiet and not wake him up. Steve gives an understanding nod and walks into the room.

There’s sunlight sneaking through the blackout curtains, just enough to light up the bed that Eddie’s already wide awake in. Steve can’t help the smile blooming on his face.

Eddie looks scared, though.

His eyes are wide, and he’s pulled himself to the farthest corner of the queen sized bed. His hair’s a mess, proof that he probably was asleep just before Steve got here.

“Hey, Eddie,” Steve waves. He doesn’t come any closer to the bed. “I just wanted to get eyes on you. Feeling alright?”

Wayne’s standing in the doorway behind Steve, probably trying to determine if he needs to step in or ride this out. If Eddie asks, Steve will leave. He doesn’t want him to be uncomfortable.

“What’re you doing here?” Eddie asks.

Steve watches the way his jaw moves around the words, how his mouth twists differently, like it’s taking more effort to talk. The scar going across his cheek, up into his temple, and down to his neck seems to be the cause of it. It’s still an angry red, stitches visible in some places where the bites must’ve been deeper.

He walks forward slowly. Eddie doesn’t stop him. Neither does Wayne.

The scar is big. It’ll always be big, though Steve has plenty of experience with scars and knows it’ll fade into a paler pink than it currently is. It’ll be a reminder, every day, of how he almost died. Eddie will have this memory every time he looks in the mirror, every time his own fingers brush against the ridged skin.

Steve cups the side of Eddie’s face that’s scarless.

Eddie gulps.

“Is this why you didn’t want anyone to visit?” He whispers.

Eddie doesn’t answer, but his eyes closing and head tilting down is answer enough.

“Eddie, look at me.”

Eddie opens his eyes.

“Do you really think a scar could scare any of us away? After how we found you, a scar is the least of our worries. You don’t have to hide from us.”

Steve’s not sure if Wayne’s still standing in the doorway, too focused on the way Eddie’s holding his gaze now. He’s lost weight and he’s still pale, but he’s alive. He’s still beautiful.

Maybe even more now.

“You’re alive. Everyone just wants you alive.”

“I’m gonna look even weirder now,” Eddie rasps out. Steve wonders if there’s damage to his throat, something his voice may never recover from entirely.

“I dunno. I think it’s pretty badass. Since when do you care about looking weird, anyway?” Steve smirks. “The Eddie Munson I know would find a new ridiculous story to tell every time he’s asked about something this cool.”

“I was leaning towards making people believe I got in a fight with a dragon,” Eddie shrugs one shoulder. His cheeks are red, warm underneath Steve’s touch.

“And won.”

Eddie leans his head forward, resting his forehead against Steve’s. “Of course I won. A knight in shining armor saved me.”

“You saved everyone else first. Don’t forget that part of the story,” Steve reminds him.

“A hero’s brave sacrifice…” Eddie mumbles. Steve chuckles. “Maybe true love’s kiss?”

“Isn’t that supposed to break a curse?” Steve whispers, suddenly nervous about all the times they flirted before. Flirting is harmless until it’s not.

“You’re right. In this case, it’s the curse of never kissing a nice guy.”

“And you think I can break that curse?”

“Can’t hurt to try.”

It’s a little awkward at first, mostly because parts of Eddie’s jaw are still numb from nerve damage and moving in certain ways is difficult. But once Steve adjusts, and they both giggle against each others’ lips, it’s easy. They fit.

Eddie tries to deepen the kiss, but he is still healing, and he has to pull away when his stitches tug painfully.

“Your battle scars won’t matter to any of us. They damn sure don’t make you less beautiful to me. Everyone misses you,” Steve rubs his arm, the one with no visible bandages. “Can I at least bring Dustin over later? Let him see that you’re actually alive and the hospital and government haven’t been lying?”

“Is that what everyone thinks?”

“You have to remember we’ve been through this a lot. Hopper was dead until he wasn’t. Anything can be faked.”

“That’s reassuring,” Eddie groans. “Yeah. Bring everyone by tomorrow. I’ll even shower.”

Steve kisses the top of his head. “Do you need help?”

“With showering? I just might, big boy.”

The way Eddie smiles is different now, but Steve loves it all the same.

[playstation-dreamcast]

This came to me in a dream. Anyway:

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Choose Your Character: Albert Wesker

Summary: For the sake of the mission, Albert Wesker is willing to do just about anything within reason to gain the trust of his S.T.A.R.S members. Apparently, building a snowman with his favorite new rookie is within reason.

Tags: Fluff, S.T.A.R.S Wesker, Nicotine use, Crack treated so serious none of my beta readers thought it was crack, Noncanon compliant RPD, Gender Neutral Reader.

Word count: 3k

It all started with that stupid fucking snowman.

A childish game he played to indulge his subordinate and gain their trust late one night after the S.T.A.R.S office had closed. He knew better even then, that it was an absolute waste of time. But, he complied, because it was you who asked.

Okay, maybe it didn't start with The Snowman. Maybe it started with the cigarette you shared. Sitting on the snow covered sidewalk, passing the smoke between the two of you while you talked. It came so easy to him, just talking with you. It was never that easy with anyone else.

He could still smell the smoke when he closed his eyes. He could see the snow caught in your lashes, and the fog of your breath. He could still feel how tight his chest got, and the roller coaster feeling of his stomach dropping when he finally had to admit to himself that he was sweet on you. And that he couldn’t keep lying to himself about it.

And you had no idea. You smiled like it was any other night. 

"Hey, can I bum a cigarette off you?" You asked him that at least twice a week since you started working as a member of S.T.A.R.S. It got to the point that he started to plan for it. Sadly, he was late to work this morning and didn't have time to buy another pack.

"Sure," he said, simply handing you the one he had just lit. You took it gratefully and smiled.

"Thanks Captain, you save me once again," you teased as you sat down next to him, taking a drag off the smoke. "You gonna light one?"

"That was my last one," he confessed with a shrug; chin resting in his hand, elbow resting on his knee. He thought about leaving, it wasn’t like he had anything left to do here. But he stayed anyway. He’d regret it later.

"What? Then why'd you give it to me dude?"  you scoffed.

He looked at you out of the corners of narrowed eyes. "Don't call me 'dude,'" he, half-heartedly at best, reprimanded as you rolled your eyes, "and because you asked for it. As your captain it's my job to take care of you." He didn't mean for it to come out like that, but he wasn't going to backtrack now and make it weird.

"Ah yes, taking care of me by giving me cancer. Truly, so selfless of you." You giggled as you handed him the smoke. 

He took it without thinking, easily taking a puff off it. "If I was worried about that, I'd have to fight a losing war with half the team- myself included." He took another drag to prove his point, "I like to think I pick my battles more wisely than that."

You hummed as you nodded, taking the cigarette back and putting it to your lips. You huddled closer to your captain, watching the snow fall and seeking his warmth in the cold. "It's pretty out." You smiled.

"It's nothing we don't see every winter." He took the smoke back.

You playfully pushed him, "Oh sorry Oscar didn't realize you fell out of your can."

"I have literally no idea what you're talking about."

"I'm calling you a grouch, Wesker." He nodded in acknowledgement of your clarification, and didn't try to argue. Just took a particularly long drag and handed the cigarette back to you. 

You took your turn with it and continued. "You gotta be able to still see the beauty in the small things, and the wonder in the world. Or else you just become old and bitter, and nobody wants that." He didn't have the heart to tell you he was already there. 

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, watching as new snow covered the old. It had become a ritual between the two of you – one Wesker had grown quite fond of. Every night when the two of you closed the S.T.A.R.S office together, you took the time to share a smoke break before going your separate ways for the night.

Wekser looked forward to them more than he cared to admit. At first it was just another thing he did to ensure all members of S.T.A.R.S trusted him. Fifteen minutes at the end of a shift was a small price to pay for the confidence of his team, and as long as they had confidence in him they wouldn’t doubt him. 

He wasn’t quite sure when he started looking forward to your quiet conversations, just like he wasn’t really sure when he started buying two packs of cigarettes to accommodate them. Or how he wasn’t sure when he started looking for little excuses throughout the day to touch you, to talk to you, to have your attention. At some point you had wormed your way into his mind and made your home there. He would have resented you for it if he could find it in him to do so.

He almost jumped when you finally broke the silence. "You know, when I was a kid, my dad would always let me stay home for the first snow of the season- didn't matter if school was canceled or not."

Wekser took the cigarette from your hand. "Sounds like irresponsible parenting to me, keeping a child from their education." He finally killed the smoke, flicking it off into the abyss.

"Maybe!" you admitted, "but, those days were important to me. We'd always go out and make a giant snowman – as big as we could – and try to keep him alive for the season." You smiled at your warm childhood memories. "It was fun."

"I've never built a snowman before." Wesker confessed. He wasn't sure why he did, it's not like you were asking. It just fell out of him. You had a way of pulling things out of him without even trying, something he should have been more wary about than he was- all things considered. 

You looked at him shocked. "What?! No way! Not even when you were a little kid?"

He looked back at you and shook his head, "The boys home where I grew up had no time for such frivolous things. As long as the power was on, we were in school. And on the rare occasions it was knocked out, well. We had other priorities." It felt so natural, being so open with you. Maybe it was because you were always so open with him. Or maybe you were one of the few people that treated him like a person with vulnerabilities. It used to scare him, on some deeper level. It still did in a lot of ways.

Lately though, he's just grateful to have someone other than Birkin to talk to. "Captain, that's one of the saddest things I've ever heard. That's like, a super villain's backstory."

He finally turned his head to you. "What? Not being able to build a snowman?" He scoffed. You were blowing this out of proportion.

"Being a child and not being allowed to play," you clarified. Oh. He had never thought of it that way. It's not that you were wrong, he wasn’t allowed to play as a child – not really. It's just… he never really took the time to think about his childhood. He didn't like the feeling it gave him.

So he shrugged again, brushing off the memories before they had a chance to linger. "The past is the past. There's no use dwelling on it."

"Fuck that, come on!" You grabbed his hand and pulled him off the steps. He didn't even have time to fully comprehend just what was happening before you pulled him to the patch of grass the RPD called a lawn. "We're building a snowman.”

He huffed out a sorry excuse for a laugh and rolled his eyes. “You can’t be serious Rookie,” He said as he watched you gather the starting snowball.

“As serious as a heart attack, Captain,�� you said, handing him the growing ball, “And I’m not a rookie anymore, I’ve been with S.T.A.R.S for six months now!”

He fought a small smile back at your insistence that you were – in fact – a highly trained soldier after a mere six months. “That’s still rookie status, dear.” The pet name came out so easily he hardly registered it, but you clearly did. He could tell by how you froze, your eyes widening ever so slightly. He needed a distraction. He held up the snowball, “And what do you want me to do with this?”

You relaxed as you remembered the task at hand. “Roll it around in the snow, I’m working on the base, so you work on the middle.” 

He made no move to hide his annoyance. “This is ridiculous, I want you to know this.”

“Then go home,” you shrugged. “No one’s keeping you here by force, no ones putting a gun to your head. If you don’t wanna help, you're free to go.” You acted so unbothered when you said it, focusing on growing the snowman's base. It hit a nerve in his heart he didn’t even know he had. You made it so blatantly clear that you didn’t need him there. Suddenly, the only thing he could think about was proving to you that you did need him there. 

He started wordlessly working on the middle of the snowman, trying to focus on the smile on your face and not on how ridiculous he surely looked. “That should be good,” you said, pointing to the ball he was working on. “Go ahead and put it on the base.” 

He took a second to look at the base you’d made, and the progress he made on the middle part, then got right back to adding snow. “No.”

“No, what do you mean no?” you scoffed, trying to sound offended but failing to hide your giggle.

He easily hid his smile. “It’s still too small. It would look awkward on the base, and even more so once we add the head. It needs more snow.”

“Weren’t you the one calling this all a waste of time?” you teased as you started the head.

Without missing a beat he looked at you, “It is. I stand by that. But if you’re going to do something, you might as well do it right.” Finally, he was satisfied with the ball of snow he’d been put in charge of, and carefully placed it on the base. 

You giggled softly, “That’s such a dad thing to say.”

“It’s just how things should be done.” He shrugged, “If it’s worth doing, it’s worth putting the effort into doing it right.”

“So you admit this is worth doing?”

“What? I didn’t say that.”

“But ya kinda did,” you pointed out. “If it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing right. And you’re trying to build this snowman right, so therefore – it’s worth doing.”

Wesker took the time to think of his next words carefully. He couldn’t just say outright it was worth doing because it made you happy. Because these small moments of connection built a trust between you. One he would inevitably betray one day. 

There was that horrible tight feeling in his chest again. The one he only got when he thought about how he would have to hurt you in the future. He pressed forward, “Somethings, as frivolous as they are, can be worth doing for the greater impact they have.” You nodded sagely at his words, as if you understood perfectly. Which, was genuinely shocking because even he wasn’t entirely sure what the fuck he just said. 

Finally, you put the head on the snowman. “Well! What do you think?” You smiled, making passionate jazz hands at the snowy creation the two of you had made.

He cocked his head to the side. “Something’s missing.”

You nodded. “Yeah, we’re missing a face.”

“What do you normally use for a face?”

You shrugged, “Traditionally, kids used coal and a carrot for the face. Sticks for the arms, maybe a scarf, you get it. You’ve seen Frosty the Snowman.”

He hadn’t, but that was a battle for a different day. “Seems like a waste of a carrot. And we don’t have any coal.”

You nodded again. “Yeah, sadly. Guess our little guy will just have to remain faceless.”

No, that wasn’t good enough. Not for Wesker. If he was going to make anything, it was going to be perfect. He’d accept nothing less. He quickly looked around, searching for a suitable substitute for coal. He quickly spotted what the RPD once called a garden that was now mostly filled with snow covered rocks and made his way there. You picked up on his thought process and went to go pull sticks off of a nearby tree for the arms. 

“Hey, I found a pine cone!” You called to him as you returned.

“Excellent, we’ll use it for the nose.” He replied as you reconvened at the snowman. The two of you argued briefly about the facial expression – you insisting the snowman should be happy and him arguing it should be miserable because who wouldn’t be miserable stuck out in the snow? You countered with a snowman wouldn’t, because he’s literally made of snow and probably can’t feel cold. You won the argument. This time. 

You assembled the final touches together, then stepped back to look at your handiwork. He smiled smugly, placing his hand on your lower back to hold you closer. “Not bad for a rookie.” He said, looking at you.

You smiled back at him. “Not at all,” you said as you rested your head on his shoulder. It was the closest the two of you had ever been to each other at that point. And the closest Wesker had been to anyone in a long time. It should have felt wrong, the way it tended to when he made contact with others. Instead, it felt comfortable. Natural. Like you were always meant to be right there on his shoulder.

He looked down at you resting on him. At your snow bitten cheeks and soft, content smile. You weren’t scared, or even nervous. You weren't going out of your way to impress him, or try to demean him for an ego boost. You weren’t looking at him with unrealistic expectations he’d still manage to reach, only to remain unsatisfied with him. You were just there. Content, and smiling in his arms, happy to be with him.

You looked ethereal in the soft moonlight, the streetlights of the city encasing you in a halo. He was suddenly overtaken with the overwhelming desire to kiss you. To take you home and hold you forever. And met with the blood cooling realization that he was more than just attached to you. He was… infatuated with you. He refused to use the L word for this.

He couldn’t do that to himself. He moved away from you, a sudden movement that caught your attention. His heart sank looking at your wide questioning eyes. “Thank you, for the experience Soldier.”

You smirked, noting that he didn’t call you rookie. “Thank you for indulging me Captain.”

He nodded and patted your shoulder. “It’s late. I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

“Bright and early,” you confirmed. The two of you lingered for a second longer, the cold silence loud with everything the two of you wanted to say. He slowly slid his hand off your shoulder, and the two of you went your separate ways.

He spiraled for a good two hours when he got home. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. How natural it was to talk to you, how nice you felt in his arms, how breathtaking you looked even covered in snow. He dreamt of you that night, and when he woke up he could still feel the warmth of your lips pressed against his. He had to take a cold shower to get his head together. 

He had never felt like this before. His entire life he was too focused on other things for crushes. On being the best student, on graduating early and getting his doctorate, on researching the virus, on surviving. He’d had lovers, sure. But he never felt anything for them, aside from sometimes lust. He never felt tight in his chest, he never dreamed of them, never in a hundred years would have entertained the thought of building a fucking snowman with them. 

What the hell did you do to him? 

He spent the next eight months obsessing over you. Meticulously observing you like he would any other specimen. He found out how you managed your workflow, the gun you preferred to use at target practice, who you got along with at the RPD and who you only tolerated, how you took your coffee in the morning. 

He noticed all the small details. He noticed the way you chewed on your lower lip when concentrating, what kind of jokes made you laugh the loudest, the way your eyes crinkled when you were genuinely smiling. He noticed that you didn’t brush his hand away when he rested it on you, unlike how you did when Brad did the same thing. How you also went out of your way to be around him, and that you were always the first to act when he gave an order. 

He knew he shouldn’t do this to himself. He knew that he should have taken a massive step back and kept your relationship strictly professional. No more late night smoke breaks, or easy conversations in the break room. If he really wanted to do himself a favor he should have found a reason to fire you, or at least have you removed from the S.T.A.R.S team. 

He never tried to do any of that, because for the first time in his life he was scared he wouldn’t be able to do something. And where did that get him?

Here. Staring at the sinking ship that was Umbrella, and knowing he needed to get off before he was dragged down with it. He needed to send the S.T.A.R.S team to the Spencer Mansion to get the combat data he needed so he could do just that. The issue was, that meant the team was probably going to die. A sacrifice he thought he was willing to make. And he was, before you happened. Now the thought of sending you into that made his jaw clench. As brilliant as he was, he couldn’t think of a way to keep you out of the situation. 

Send you home? That would never work, Bravo team was in danger. You would never just sit idly at home while your team was in trouble – an annoyingly admirable trait of yours. Order you to keep watch at the office? Nope, that wouldn’t work either. That would be the first place Umbrella went when they realized he had gone rogue. So where did that leave him? 

Sending you into the mansion. But, maybe you didn’t have to die. You were just as capable as any other member of the team- if not more. As long as he could keep you alive until it was time for the mansion to go up in smoke, he knew he could get you out of there- and come out looking like the hero in the process. 

He didn’t have time to come up with a definitive plan, this was going to have to do. As unorganized as it was, he was confident it would work. It had to work.

He didn’t know what he’d do if it didn’t.

[crowleyholmes]

Hello friends, lovers, hereditary enemies, and fellow Good-Omens-brain-rot-afflicted!

Inspired by some lengthy conversations and the need for reassurance regarding a renewal for season 3, the lovely Eena @michaelsheens and I have decided to start a little Project!

(Sorry, Crowley, we had to…)

THE NICE AND ACCURATE PROPHECIES* WEEK

Running from SEPTEMBER 25TH to OCTOBER 1ST, it’s all themed around season 3 and the assumption we’re gonna get that renewal. (Manifesting, baby.)

✨ THE PLAN ✨

Every day will focus on a theme around which everyone who wants to participate is encouraged to create any kind of content they want to! Art, fanfic, edits, playlists, speculation, meta, go nuts!

(Also please don’t worry if something doesn’t fit neatly into a day’s theme; they’re only meant to give somewhat of a prompt and structure. Ultimately it’s not that strict and serious, we just wanna see your stuff :))

✨ HOW TO PARTICIPATE ✨

Share whatever your big heart and massive brain comes up with and use the tag #gomensnaap

(It’s like a long nap or something.)

You’re also welcome to give shoutouts to other people’s work you love and want to celebrate, but please make sure to link and credit properly (!!!)

Most importantly: have fun <3

✨ THEMES ✨

(under the cut)

DAY 1: “And there will be great lamentations.”

Let’s talk the Second Coming! We start off and warm up with everything plot-related. Theories, meta, crack ideas, let’s hear your thoughts on where you think the Big Main Plot is going to go!

DAY 2: “I can make a difference!”

For day two, let’s focus on Aziraphale’s arc in season 3. Did he go to Heaven with a plan? Or is he winging it? (Pun only somewhat intended.) Was he threatened or manipulated or both or neither? Will he tell Heaven just where they can stick it or can he actually succeed? What’s in store for our favorite angel?

DAY 3: “Hated by Heaven, loathed by Hell. How will our hero cope?”

Day three is all about Crowley and what we think he’s going to get up to. Is he going to go drink himself senseless and have a good cry? Go snek and hybernate for a bit? Hang out with Muriel and do some tempting? Does he have a plan and how will he cope being on his own?

DAY 4: “There was magic abroad in the air…”

Let’s talk Ineffable Husbands! How are Crowley and Aziraphale going to resolve things between them? Will there be a massive fight? Radio silence for days/weeks/months/years? Will they learn to Actually COmmunicate? Will there be grudges, grand gestures, secret meetings, a big rescue mission from either side?

DAY 5: “Extreme sanctions.”

On day six we wanna make ourselves anxious, sad and upset. (As one does.) What thing that may or may not happen in season 3 are you most worried about? Dark/depressed/evil/etc Crowley? Memory-wiped/brain-washed/archangel Aziraphale? Book of Life? How could Neil & Co hurt us the most?

DAY 6: “Do you…want a hot chocolate?”

After day 5’s spiral, it’s time for a metaphorical treat. What are you most looking forward to in season 3? What do you really want to see? Headcanons coming true? Scenes you wish for? Things that’ll make you wanna name your cat/dog/fish/insert other pet here Neil Richard Gaiman or Sir Terence David John Pratchett?

DAY 7: “It’s starts, as it will end, with a garden.”

Finally, to finish it all up, let’s speculate about the end of season 3. How do you think we’ll leave this story? Will things just go back to how they’ve always been? Will there be peace? Earth hidden from Heaven and Hell with a big 500 Lazarii miracle? Aziraphale and Crowley turned human? Or will they get their cottage in the South Downs for the rest of eternity?

[tinkerbelle05]

I’m Just Worried About You

Characters: Jaime Reyes x Pregnant!reader

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angsty

Summary: Jaime being a worrywart while your in your 3rd trimester. Most days you think it’s cute and quite funny, but now your fed up.

Warnings: Pregnancy

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“Oh, I got that for you!” Jaime said and reached above to grab the bowl you were trying to reach. “What cereal do you want?” He asked while looking at you.

You smiled, “Thank you for the bowl, Jaime. But I was gonna get some fruit actually.”

Before you could grab the bowl from Jaime, he walked over to fruit bowl. “What fruit do you want?”

You stared at him, “Jaime, I believe I’m fully capable of picking my own fruit from a bowl.”

Jaime cleared his throat, “Well yea but I wanna help you out, I don’t want you on your feet too much. Just tell me what fruit you want and you can rest on the couch.”

You sighed, this is what Jaime have been like your whole pregnancy, a curse and a blessing. Don’t get you wrong, you extremely appreciated Jaime’s willingness to help you out. Especially when you were dealing with morning sickness, fatigue, and headaches.

But did he have to do everything for you? At all times? It was like he saw you as a piece of glass, one fall and you’d shatter into several broken pieces beyond repair.

But, as annoying his overprotectiveness is, you understood it. You two were first time parents so everything was new, exciting, and downright terrifying.

Neither of you knew what anything meant. If you were tired in the mornings, was that a sign of something serious? If you were back began to ache or if you had a sore feet, that just a pregnancy symptom or something more.

And if you went to google, they’ll tell you the absolute worst of what you could have.

So you understood. Really, you did.

That being said though, you really didn’t need help when walking to the bathroom or getting a snack at night. Which was something Jaime frequently did, holding your arm and back as he guided you to your destination.

You sighed and gave him a stare, “Jaime.”

He looked up at you, “Yes?”

“I think I can manage getting on my own fruit,” you told him and attempted to grab the bowl from him.

His lips twitched in an all too familiar manner. He’s annoyed but he knew you was right so he so he didn’t how to proceed with it.

“Just let me do it,” he pleaded.

You narrowed your eyes are him, “Why?”

You watched as he fidgeted under your gaze. He was clearly hiding something but won’t tell you. Maybe it was embarrassing to talk about or he just didn’t understood his feelings to be able to voice them properly.

Either way, if this is how he’s gonna for the rest of your pregnancy, you at least would like to know why. And maybe you could work from there to get him back off a bit.

You walked closer to him and placed your hand on his arm for support, “Jaime?”

He looked up the ceiling for a second and exhaled through his nose. “I’m….I’m just worried about you, okay? I just…i don't want anything bad to happen so I thought that if I do things for you that would, I don't know, lower the risk maybe?” He covered his eyes with his hands, “I don't know it sounds stupid when I say it out loud.”

You shook your head, “No, no Jaime, it’s not stupid. Just…well…”

“Annoying?” he offered and cracked a smile.

You laughed softly as you nodded your head, “Yea, you can call it that. But I get it, yea? It’s scary and new. But I can do things on my own. It might take a bit longer and be a bit more difficult but I can do it.”

Jaime nodded his head and leaned into your touch, “I understand, I’ll try to be less overbearing. But please, if you do need help, ask. Okay?”

You nodded your head and smiled.

It was nice to come to an understanding.

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How Haikyuu Characters would respond to you:

When you ask them for help in making the homework.

SFW | Fluff | Crack | Short AU

N E K O M A VER.

[ READ ME FIRST ]

C O N T E X T: You are a 1st year transfer student in Nekoma HIgh and you've already adjusted to your new environment as well as the new people you met whom you made friends with. You were having a hard time with a homework and decided to ask for help in your fellow classmates/seniors.

KUROO TETSURO

INTIMIDATING (he's smart and he's the captain of the vball team - WBK)

You hesitate to approach him because of his usual sly/serious facial expression.

He noticed you were trying to approach him so to your surprise he approached you instead.

"Hi Y/n, i see you've been looking at me and hesistating about something, is there something i can help you with?"

You shyly told him that you were struggling with chemistry homework and he didn't think twice in helping you.

"Sure! Here, let me see. I'll read it first then i'll explain it to you."

You see him nodding and humming as he scan through the pages of your notebook.

Believe it or not WITHIN 5 MINS. he suddenly closed the notebook and said "Alright, i see what your homework is about. Sit here beside me, i'll show you" while showing you a wide warm smile.

Mans a VISUAL LEARNER (he asked if it was okay for him to write on the back of your notebook - ofc you said yes)

He draws and writes things on the back of your note book and literally creates a framework guide for you to understand the concept of the lesson.

"Do you understand it better now?" (he won't mind to go over it again)

You easily understood what he taught you and you were amazed by how this man just made it easy like that. (Yes, effortlessly like that)

You thanked him and offered something to give him but he stopped you from there.

"No need y/n, I'm glad i was able to help you. Really, i mean it. You don't have to give anything" (but if you insist, i bet you he would agree eating ice cream with you after class - he ofc brings Kenma with him)

"If you're struggling with any homework, you can ask me or ask kenma. No worries, glad to be of help."

YOU ACED THE HOMEWORK!

KENMA KOZUME

Didn't notice you at first cause he's busy playing video games.

"Oh Y/n, sorry i was kinda busy- what can i do for you?"

He's just sitting there looking up at you, gameboy in hand.

When you told him you were gonna ask for help with regards to the homework (he tried to hide it but he was flustered & flattered that you thought he was THAT good that you asked him for help yourself) he just nodded and offered to take a look at your notebook.

He silently scanned through the pages and after a while he explained the concept to you.

The way he explained it was so detailed that you felt like your brain was overwhlemed with the information but at the same time you learned a lot from him.

"Do you understand the concept now? If not i can send you a file with a complete guide in it. I made it myself, if you need any other notes you can tell me." (he really made NOTES everytime he and kuroo studied cause he doesn't wanna ask kuroo again - best believe this man has COMPLETE notes)

He showed a small smile when you thanked him and you offered to buy him ice cream but he suggested another idea instead "An apple pie would great though, but you don't really have to give me anything. It's alright y/n"

You insisted - you ended up eating apple pie with kenma and he tagged Kuroo along (Kuroo is eating ice cream)

YOU ACED!!!

When you checked your notifications when you got home, he literally ended up sending you ALL OF HIS NOTES. He attached a message saying:

" You're welcome :)"

LEV HAIBA

You didn't have a hard time approaching him, he was approachable - But he was dumbfounded when you asked him about the homework.

"Huh?"

MANS WAS CLUELESS

"What homework?"

You were standing in front of him, (looking up - bc he was TALL) with a blank emotion in your face T.T (you thought to yourself: wDYM YOU DON'T KNOW THERE'S A HOMEWORK?!??!)

You were just in awe that he was clueless standing there (your jaw almost hit the floor) T.T

After a while of him trying to remember the homework, he was SHOCKED "RIGHT! THAT HOMEWORK!"

Asks you how to do it instead T.T

He suggested you both go to Kuroo to get help (HE REALLY SAID SOS T.T)

You both were tutored by Kuroo and both got PERFECT SCORES!! ^^

After that you became chaotic besties fr!! <3

MORISUKE YAKU

You were greeted by him with a warm smile as you approach closer.

"Hey Y/n! How are you?" (a warm ball of sunshine fr)

"I see, alright here let me see that" (HE DIDN'T THINK TWICE)

He scanned through it and let you sit beside him as he was trying to figure out at which part were you having a hard time. (He does not mind if he would go over it all again for a number of times - he would understand)

He explained the concept to you in its simplest form and you thanked him after.

He offered to get ice cream after (HE INSISTED TO PAY FOR IT)

You were flustered, you thought you were the one to buy him ice cream (he disagreed and pain immediately so that you won't pay for it)

P R I N C E S S T R E A T M E N T/?!?!?!

"I noticed you were getting anxious so i offered to eat ice cream to calm your nerves down. Cheer up y/n, you'll get through your 1st year smoothly. If you're having difficulties just message me or tell me okay?"

WORDS OFFF AFFIRMATION?????? COMFORT KING??

Pls he is so caring and a type that would know how to comfort you.

Yes, he offered to be you tutor too (FOR FREE!!!!!!!)

YOU ACED THE HOMEWORK (at this point you can graduate with flying colors bc of how good this man is in mentoring you)

E N D

note: part 2??

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

TAKE CARE OF YOU [6]

Sugar Daddy!Joel Miller x Female!Reader

Overall Warnings: slow burn, angst/comfort, power imbalance, age gap, possessive tendencies, eventual smut, #daddyissues, independent reader learns to let go and relax, emotionally constipated Joel Miller learns to be vulnerable; (more specific warnings to be added to individual chapters if necessary)

Chapter Word Count: 3,484

Summary: You spent your entire adult life supporting yourself and barely getting by. It’s why a life of ease offered to you by a mysterious stranger sounded so foreign and unbelievable. Joel Miller, dressed in flannels that had seen better days, didn’t look like the kind who could promise you the world on a plate, but he seemed desperate to help out. All he asks is that you let him take care of you. That wouldn’t be so hard. Would it?

[A/N: I'm having too much fun with this. Also, I may do away with tag lists here soon. i know they're helpful for y'all but the amount of time it takes up for some God forsaken reason is killing me lol]

06: HERE'S YOUR PUNISHMENT

"always be careful of what you hear about a woman. rumors either come from a man who can't have her, or a woman who can't compete with her."

A week and a half had passed and you had been on three other dinner dates with Joel. They hadn’t been as elaborate as your putt putt date, but it was still time with him that you enjoyed. The nights you didn’t go out you spent on the phone with him. A day hadn’t gone by where you didn’t speak to Joel in some manner or way. 

“What is this??” Nima cried from your kitchen. She wandered out of the space in her pajamas, a korean face mask in place, and held up the expensive bottle of wine Joel had sent you. “Bitch, I went to look for your box wine and found this.”

You beamed at her from your spot on the couch. A thick, cozy blanket draped over your shoulders. “Joel got it for me. Crack it open!”

“Pfft, you don’t have to tell me twice.”

A few moments later, Nima entered your view again. She hurried to jump onto the couch beside you. Two wine glasses held precariously in one hand and the wine bottle in the other. The corkscrew was held under her arm and when she was settled she began to open it up.

“How is that sugar baby stuff going?” Nima asked.

“Good.” You responded. “We’ve been on a few⏤ outings.” You didn’t refer to them as dates like you did with Joel. It just felt odd. “We went putt putt golfing on our first outing. We walked through a park another time.” Nima narrowed her eyes at you while pouring wine in the glasses. “What?”

Nima scoffed and handed you the wine. “Putt putt? A walk? He’s a millionaire.” She took a sip of the wine and groaned in pleasure at the taste. She then motioned to you to make her point. “He should be flying you to Paris for escargot or Taiwan for noodles.”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s literally absurd.” Nima shrugged her shoulders in an exaggerated manner. You shifted in your seat comfortably and you could feel a slow smile spread across your lips at the thought of Joel. “I like our outings, thank you.”

“Oh no.” Nima blurted and you furrowed your brow in confusion at her sudden concern. “I recognize that look.”

“What look?”

“That look.”

“I’m not wearing a look!”

Nima leaned forward and shook her head. “You like your sugar daddy.”

You scoffed in response. “I think that’s kind of the point.”

“No, no.” Nima waggled her finger at you. “The point is to pretend like you like your sugar daddy. That’s how you keep all the power.” You rolled your eyes then took a sip of the delicious and expensive wine. Nima sighed. “I’m serious.”

“You’re ridiculous is what you are.”

Nima stretched out to rest her legs in your lap and shot you a serious look that you could only half take seriously due to the face mask she wore. “You haven’t liked a guy since your ex. You can’t blame me for being worried. I just don’t want you to get hurt again, babe.”

“I’m not gonna⏤ You’re way off base here.” You shook your head and took a sip of your wine. “That’s not something you need to worry about.” Nima tilted her head and gave you a firm look. “Seriously!”

“Right.” She dragged the word out. “And you haven’t checked your phone a dozen times since I got here hoping for a text from him.”

Your eyes widened as she called you out. Nima wasn’t wrong. Despite, just having spoken to him this afternoon you still hoped to hear from him. The back of your neck warmed in mild embarrassment and you took a sip of your wine before speaking. “No. No, I’m just… I’m keeping an eye out because if he does text me I need to reply. Obviously. He’s, uh, he’s paying me.”

“Uh huh.” Nima deadpanned. You rolled your eyes and sunk into the couch. “How much do you know about this guy? Like, for real?”

“I know what I need to know.”

“What if he has a secret family??” Nima cried.

“He has a not secret family that he talks about quite warmly.” You replied with a small smile. Only days ago the two of you had gotten onto the topic of families. “He has a brother, and two daughters.”

Nima waved her hand toward you. “I bet all those relationships are all fucked up.”

“Actually, Joel says they’re incredibly close.”

“Of course, he would say that.” Nima argued. “Have you met them?”

“What child, regardless of age, would ever want to meet their father’s sugar baby?”

“True.” She conceded.

You hid behind your wine glass, taking another long sip, in thought. The topic of Joel’s daughters had you torn. On one hand, listening to Joel talk about his daughters was literally the cutest thing in the world. He was so proud of them both. His eldest was about to be a senior at Baylor University back in Texas with plans to go to pharmacy school when she eventually graduated and his youngest had just been accepted into UCLA. It was obvious how much he adored them and the few stories he told made it clear that they cared about him equally so. The only part of it that felt odd to you was the thought that if they knew about you they’d hate you.

You were the weird woman their father was paying to hang out with. If the roles were reversed you’d be worried that some psycho woman was taking advantage of your father. 

“Well, I wanna meet him.” Nima demanded.

You scoffed with a laugh. “Not yet, Nima.”

“Why not?? Is he hiding from me?”

“No,” You grinned at her, “I’m hiding him from you. Joel’s not ready to be exposed to your insanity quite yet I don’t think.”

Nima hummed and held up the wine glass for you to clink yours again. “That’s fair, babe. That’s fair.”

The rest of the night was filled with cheesy rom coms, Nima’s nonsense, and an additional wine bottle after you and her killed the first one. Every month the two of you had a dedicated ‘girls’ night’ where you both hung out and got fully caught up with one another lives. Around midnight, when Nima had risen to use the bathroom you felt your phone buzz and reached out for it: ‘Didn’t wanna interrupt girls’ night, but hope you’re having a good night. Talk to you tomorrow, sugar.’

You held the phone to your chest as a stupidly pleased smile flickered to your features. Nima hadn’t been wrong. You liked your sugar daddy. You really liked him, actually. Still, you could keep you emotions separate from this deal. It would be fine. You wouldn’t get hurt. 

A few days after girls’ night, you found yourself at work leaning against the counter while reading a book. Henry had stepped out to buy lunch. The last customer to come through had been a little over an hour ago and you had gotten pretty absorbed in your book. However, the sound of the door chime made you glance up in excitement. Joel had said he’d swing by to visit you around this time. It was not your sugar daddy who came waltzing through the door though. 

“Rosalind?” You asked in surprise. She looked as regal as she did when you met her prior to agreeing to a deal with Joel. She wore a flowy, long dark green gown with braided brown straps. It made her look like some kind of forest goddess which you mildly obnoxious. How could a person look airbrushed in person? “Uh, hi.”

“Hi, girly.” Rosalind pushed her sunglasses away from her eyes and into her hair. “So good to see you again!”

“Yeah.” You stuck a bookmark in your book before tucking it under the counter. “What can I do for you?”

“Oh, I’m not here for baked goods.” Rosalind laughed. “I haven’t had a carb in seven years.”

“That sounds… miserable.” You mumbled the last bit, but she acted as if she did not hear you.

“How have things been with your daddy?”

You blinked in shock at her statement. Rosalind had come in here just to ask you how things were going with Joel? You had a strong suspicion it wasn’t for your sake. She waited patiently for you to respond. Finally, you gave her a small nod. “Good. It’s going really good.”

“Aw, there’s no need to lie.” Rosalind cooed and you simply raised an eyebrow in confusion. You couldn’t even begin to feel bullied by this woman mainly because there was too many questions swirling in your mind to be intimidated. “I hear he dropped you.”

You blinked once and tilted your head at her, “Huh?”

“I mean, why else would you still be working in this decrypt and sad little bakery?”

“I have a responsibility?” You replied. Granted, you knew Joel didn’t want you working here anymore. He wasn’t nagging you or twisting your arm to put in a two week’s notice, but his opinion was still made clear. Joel respected that fact that you wanted to right by Henry which you were thankful for. Not thankful enough to bite the bullet and just do it, but you were working up to that. Slowly. “I can’t just leave.”

Rosalind let loose a mocking laugh. “What idiot would still work a full schedule despite their sugar daddy offering them a life of ease?”

You rubbed the back of your neck with a mildly amused wince. “I think the word ‘idiot’ is a little harsh.” She seemed to ignore your comment entirely. “Did you really come all the way here to mock me about a rumor you heard? An incorrect one, at that? Because I think that means you need to get a hobby.” You shrugged. “Or maybe better sources.”

“No, girly, I came to offer condolences.” Rosalind replied.

“It doesn’t feel like that…”

She ignored your mumbles again. “I know this was your first time branching into the extravagant world I’ve made my home in, and I don’t want you to get discouraged.” Rosalind reached over the counter to grasp your hand in hers. “In fact, I want to help you find a new daddy. Maybe one more…” She eyed you up and down. “In your league.” You furrowed your brow at the backhanded insult. “All you have to do is help me set a meeting with Joel Miller.”

“Why?” You asked. Though, you were fairly certain you knew why.

“I’m in the market for a new daddy.” She winked at you as if the two of you were friends gossiping and she hadn’t been tossing insults your way since walking through the door. Rosalind was either the most confident woman on the planet or she was completely and totally delusional. Maybe both. 

Though she was lucky though because after another five minutes of rambling to you about her newest plans to secure a daddy and the kinds she could find for you, the door chime rang. You found any annoyance you felt toward Rosalind vanished the second Joel walked through the door. He was dressed in a work flannel today which meant he was either coming from or going to a construction site.

“Hi, daddy.” You grinned and his eyes widened at your public greeting. Joel’s eyes weren’t nearly as wide as Rosalind’s though as she gawked between you and him. You pointed to the woman in front of you. “This is Rosalind Turkey⏤”

“Turby.” She corrected through the gritted teeth of her smile.

“⏤and she hasn’t eaten a carb in seven years.”

Joel nodded slowly. It was clear he didn’t fully understand the circumstances, but his lips still curled up in amusement. He nodded at Rosalind once. “Congratulations?” 

“Rosalind, this is Joel Miller.” You finished. “You said you wanted to meet him? Ask him something about a meeting?”

Rosalind faked a laugh before waving her hand at you. “Don’t be silly, my love.” It was fun to see the smile she wore as it did not match the rage in her eyes. “I’ll leave you two be.” She paused only to set a hand on Joel’s shoulder. “It was very nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, okay.” Joel grunted.

“Ta-ta!” Rosalind waved at you once more and you gave her a cheerful wave back as she glared at you once before storming out the door.

You laughed at her reaction, and Joel shook his head. “Mind tellin’ me what the hell that was about?”

“Remember I told you that I met with a sugar baby before agreeing to our deal?” You asked. Joel nodded. “That was her.”

“Why was she here?”

“Apparently there’s a rumor that you dumped me as your sugar baby.” You grinned teasingly at him. “So, if that’s what you’ve come to do, may I just warn you that women like her will be kicking down your door looking for a little loving the second you do.”

Joel laughed. “Guess that means I just gotta keep you forever, hm?” You felt your entire face warm as your lips twisted into a smile you tried to hide. His goal must have been to make you squirm since his own amusement increased at the sight of you. “Rosie tell you why she thought that?”

You were positive that she would hate that nickname and reminded yourself to use it if you ever had to deal with her again. You shrugged. “To be honest, I’m not sure. I don’t know how she found me or anything, but I think she thought it was because I was still working here.”

“Not for my lack of tryin’.” Joel snorted.

“I’m gonna talk to Henry soon, I promise.” You replied.

Joel shook his head and held a hand up, “I ain’t here to bother you about that. I came to bother you about somethin’ else.”

“And that is?”

“You still got that three day weekend?” He asked, and you nodded. This week you had Friday, Saturday, and Sunday off which was almost unheard of, but Henry was going out of town to visit family and figured it’d be best just to close up those days. Joel knew that though. The two of you had just talked about it so you weren’t sure why he was asking again. “Good. I got this conference to go to. Was hopin’ you’d, uh, you’d come along.”

It dawned on you then that Joel seemed a bit nervous to ask and after all the time you spent together you found that curious. You tried to reassure him, “I’d love to go, Joel.”

“Well,” He leaned on the counter in front of you, “It’s not a normal conference. Just don’t feel obligated to say yes because of our deal. As much as I’d like you to be there, I never told you this," He motioned between the two of you, "would involve any sort of travelin'.”

Your eyes widened. “Traveling?”

“The conference is in Vegas.” Joel replied. “We’d leave Friday mornin' and I’d have you back late Sunday night.” You felt a wave of excitement roll through you which Joel seemed to take as anxiety. “No pressure. It’s just last year this conference wasn’t any kind of fun, and I was hopin’ you’d change that.”

You smirked, and leaned on the counter as well to bounce your eyebrows in a suggestive manner, “Change it how? What kind of fun are you expecting from me?”

Joel’s face flushed and he cleared his throat. “Not⏤ I wasn’t⏤ I just thought you'd, uh we'd…” He finally seemed to notice you were simply teasing him, and he scoffed⏤ lips curling into a smile. Joel reached forward to set his hand on your face and he squished your cheeks with one hand so your lips were slightly pursed. He leaned in, “You’re bein’ a brat, sugar.”

“I thought you liked that.” You replied, but all your words came out slightly muffled by the way he held your face. Joel raised an eyebrow at you in response, and it made your heart flutter in your chest. You chuckled, cheeks still squished, “Sorry, daddy.”

“That’s what I thought you said.” Joel chuckled. He loosened his grip so he wasn’t playfully squishing your cheeks together, but he let his fingers linger on your cheeks for a moment before pulling his hand back. You found you missed his touch more than you should. “So?”

You nodded. “I’ll come. I’ve never been to Vegas before.”

“Good.” Joel nodded, excitement in his brown eyes making you even happier to say yes. “You know what this means?” You tilted your head curiously then slightly shook your head. “Means we get to go shoppin’, sugar. You need a brand new wardrobe for Vegas.”

You chuckled, “You look for any excuse to buy things.”

“Only for the special people in my life.” Joel shrugged, and he made the comment so nonchalantly that you felt heat creep up the back of your neck and into your cheeks. Joel reached back to his back pocket and pulled out a square box that he set in front of you. “Speakin’ of…”

You stared at it for a moment before snapping your gaze back to him, “What is this?”

“You lost at mini golf. Here’s your punishment.”

“You were serious??”

Joel winked at you, “Always, sugar.”

He nodded once for you to open it and you hesitantly picked up the velvet box to pop it open. Joel had promised you exorbitant and gaudy jewelry. You weren’t sure what to expect when the lid hinged open, but you gasped at the sunflower that stared up at you⏤ just like the first flowers he sent you.

The necklace was made of a silver chain and the sunflower charm hanging from it was about the size of a dime. It’s center was made up of a collection of very small, glittering smokey gems and yellow petals fanned out from it in a radial pattern. Some petals were a solid yellow stone and others made of some kind of yellow gem. Your eyes snapped up to Joel to see he had been staring at you intently the entire time. The corner of his lips curled ever so slightly and a softness in his eyes that only added to the gift itself.

“Oh my God, Joel.” You breathed.

“You like it?” He asked, genuinely nervous about your reaction. You pressed your lips together and nodded frantically⏤ unable to find the words. Joel breathed out a breath of relief. The necklace was gorgeous, but you really loved the memory tied to it. As long as you wore it, every sight of it would remind you of that first bouquet, that first date. 

You picked the necklace up from the box then grinned at Joel. “Can you…?” Joel understood what you were asking and you spun in place so he could reach across the counter and latch the necklace’s clasp. The feel of his warm fingers brushing against the skin at the back of your neck sent a chill down your spine that you couldn’t help but shiver at. If Joel noticed, he made no comment. You were thankful for the counter separating the two of you. Having his breath fanning down on your neck alongside his fingers would probably send you spiraling over the edge.

When he finished, his hands pulled away and you turned around to admire the way the gift looked around your neck. “Thank you so much. I love it.”

“Not gaudy?” 

You shook your head. “Not at all. Where’d you get it?”

“I had it made.” Joel replied. “That’s what took me so long to get it to you, sugar.”

“So, this is original?” Your eyes widened again. “There’s no other piece just like this?”

Joel smirked. “It’s one of a kind. Just like you.”

“That’s so cheesy.” You beamed at him, hands lifting to rest on your cheeks. After telling Joel how much you liked cheesy shows of affection he had showered you in that kind of behavior. The sound of the door’s bell going off made you glance over to see two strangers walking in. “Alright, I need to get back to work.”

Joel shook his head, “If you weren’t working we wouldn’t be interrupted like this, sugar.”

“Shouldn’t you be at work?” You teased back. He nodded in surrender and you leaned in to leave him with one last comment before the two strangers got any closer. “Thanks for the gift, daddy.”

Joel held your gaze for another beat before he shot you a discreet final wink before leaving. The two strangers, still caught up in their own conversation, finally drifted over and it took actual effort to tear your eyes away from Joel’s broad frame. Your hand lifted to touch the sunflower charm hanging round your neck. Maybe Nima was completely right. You were in trouble.

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Merlin as Arthur's familiar/Arthur's shapeshifter falcon AU

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LINK TO THE OTHER PARTS: PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6 (You're here) , PART 7

In Arthur's chambers.

Arthur: (sleeping peacefully)😴

Merlin: (flies above him, chirping and picking at him)

Arthur: (still half-asleep) Hmmm... Merlin, not now (covers himself with the blanket to go back to sleep)

Merlin: (changes to human form and falls on Arthur)

Arthur: (out of breath for a moment and shouts) What the-Merlin! 😠

Merlin: (very excited, jumping in Arthur's lap) It's happening! It's finally hapenning! 😄

Arthur: What is happening? (looks the sun isn't even up through the window) And so early? (rubs his eyes)

Merlin: The eggs! They're hatching! (gets off Arthur and runs to the window where the nest is)

Arthur: (getp up, drowsiness finally gone) What? Really? (runs to the nest too)

Merlin: (points at one egg) Look!

Chick 1: (gets out of his shell all damp with lots of bare, pink skin exposed)

Merlin: ...

Arthur: ...

Merlin: He... he is...

Arthur: Ugly?

Merlin: Was I like this when I was a chick?

Arthur: You are a magical entity, Merlin, you were never a chick.

Merlin: Oh, thank the gods!

Chick 2: (gets out of her shell)

Merlin: (smiles) Oh, this one is a female!😊

Arthur: How can you know so soon?

Merlin: Magical entity.

Arthur: Right. (waits a moment, but nothing happens) How long until the others hatch?

Merlin: It could take the entire day. (holds the eggs and the chicks carefully and puts them in Arthur's hands)

Arthur: (scared as fuck as he holds them) WOW! Wait! What are you doing?! 😨😱

Merlin: You have to keep them warm.

Arthur: (whisper yelling) I can't incubate them! I'm gonna crush them!

Merlin: You don't have to sit on them just hold them close to your body to keep them warm. Meanwhile (stretches his limbs and cracks his knuckles and neck) I'll stretch my wings for a bit. 😊

Arthur: You're leaving me with these little merlins just so you can take a fly?! 😠

Merlin: (suddenly serious) Yes, Arthur, I've been incubating them for a whole month without a single break and now I want to fly for a couple of hours. Is that too much to ask?

Arthur: ...

Merlin: (raises his voice) I said is that too much to ask?

Arthur: No, no, no, not at all. Go ahead.

Merlin: Awww, thank you 😄. I'll be back soon. (changes to bird form and flies away)

Arthur: ...

Arthur: (to the two chicks and the 3 eggs, holding them closely) Your mom is very scary, boys.

Chick 2: (chirps a little)

Arthur: And girl. Right, you're a girl. (walks to the bed very slowly, sits and yawns) There you go. Now I have to stay awake (yawns) until Merlin comes back.

3 hours later. Arthur is asleep again, the chicks and the eggs close to his bare chest.

Chick 1 and 2: (chirp loudly)

Arthur: (half asleep) Shut up, Merlin (about to move, but suddenly remembers) The chicks! (completely awake now, but doesn't dare to move and looks down fearfully, thinking) Please be alive, please be alive.

Chick 3: (comes out of his shell)

Arthur: (sighs in relief and smiles) Only two more left. (holds carefully the chicks and the eggs with his hands and sits slowly) Oh, you're fluffy now. (taps chick 1 and 2 on the head whose plumage now is white and downy) You're still ugly though. (Looks at the eggs closely, worried) Please tell me you made those cracks.

Merlin: (appears and lands on the nest holding a death bird with his beak)

Arthur: Oh, thank the gods you're back! (walks to him and puts the eggs and chicks back to the nest carefully) And you brought food.

Merlin: (sits on the eggs to keep incubating them and starts feeding the chicks)

Arthur: If you needed food you could've just told me. I would've sent my hunters for food.

Merlin: (chirps)

Arthur: But then I wouldn't let you take a fly. Very smart. (Yawns and looks through the window) Servants are going to bring my breakfast soon. You better use that invisible spell of yours before they do (yawns and goes back to bed)

3 days later, all five chicks are now out of their shell and are bigger. To Arthur, they look like fluffy little white balls with very angry faces. He takes turns with Merlin to keep them warm and to hunt for food. Today it was Arthur's turn to feed them while Merlin stretched his wings a bit.

Arthur: (scolds while he feeds the chicks raw meat using a tweezer) No! Don't steal your brother's food! Bad, bad! 😠 (someone knocks his chambers' doors and he hides the nest behind him quickly and demands) Who is it?

Morgana: (from outside) Morgana.

Arthur: (sighs relieved and relaxes) Come in.

Morgana: (enters, singing happily) Where are my favourite nephews! 🤗

Arthur: (blushes) They are not your...! or mine... I'm just helping Merlin look after them.

Morgana: (Looks at the tweezer in Arthur's hand) Is that Gaius' medical tweezer?

Arthur: They wouldn't stop pecking my fingers. Like this they won't take my fingers off when I feed them.

Morgana: (takes the tweezer) Let me help. (Starts feeding the chicks)

Arthur: Oh, not to 1. He already ate a lot.

Morgana: (confused) 1?

Arthur: Yeah, the one with a number 1 in his head.

Morgana: ...

Arthur: You know, because he came out of his shell first. And this one is 2 because she came out se-

Morgana: You named your children after numbers and put numbers on their heads with ink?! 😡

Arthur: They are not my children! 😠. They are not even 'children'! And how else was I supposed to identify them?!

Chicks: (chirp louder)

Morgana: Now you made them cry.

Arthur: They are crying because you are not feeding them. (Takes the tweezer and continues feeding them)

Morgana: I can't believe Merlin let you name them like that.

Arthur: He didn't want to name them at all.

Morgana: (Confused) What?

Arthur: He doesn't want to get too attached to them since they're gonna leave as soon as they learn how to fly. (Sighs, feeling guilty) And I guess he's afraid of getting attached again to any merlin since...

Morgana: Since you killed Claws?

Arthur: (looks at the window, frantic, and then back to Morgana) Shut up! Merlin could be back at any moment!

Morgana: Didn't it occurred to you that maybe Merlin doesn't want to get attached to them because he knows you don't want to get attached to them?

Arthur: What?

Morgana: He adopted those chicks, Arthur. For you they may be just birds but for Merlin they are more than that. How do you think a single parent feels when their current partner doesn't accept their children?

Arthur: I... didn't think of it that way.

Morgana: So you realize that if you want to be with Merlin you'll have to be their parent too, right?

Arthur: I guess... (looks at the chicks) Fuck.

Morgana: You despise the idea that much?

Arthur: Is not that. It's just... I'm barely 18! I didn't expect to be a father so soon. And I expected my children to be, you know, human.

Morgana: You also expected your one true love to be a beautiful princess and here we are. (sighs) So? Do you still want to be with Merlin?

Arthur: ...

Time skip. Merlin with Arthur in his chamabers.

Merlin: (in his human form, after trying a spell on the nest) I did it! (jumps happily)

Arthur: (gets closer, curious) What did you do?

Merlin: Oh, I improved the invisible spell on the nest, now no one who isn't us or Morgana can see the chicks while they are there.

Arthur: That's great!

Merlin: Yeah, I don't have to make the spell constantly anymore and you won't get caught by your father. They are even save from other raptors now. It took me a while to get it right. (his smile gets sad)

Arthur: (concerned) What is it?

Merlin: Nothing, it's just... They... they don't need incubation anymore, but I... I still want to embrace them. But I can't, there's no need anymore.

Arthur: Merlin-

Merlin: (his eyes tearing) I know I'm not supposed to love them, I'm not really his dad or anything. I'm not even a real falcon.

Arthur: Merlin-

Merlin: And I know you didn't want them here in the first place, but-

Arthur: (shouts) Merlin!

Merlin: (startles)

Arthur: (extends his hand to Merlin and says softly, smiling) Would you dance with me?

Merlin: (blushes, confused) Wha... what? 😳

Arthur: Would you give me the honor to share a flying dance with me?

Merlin: I... (still very red and confused) but you... you don't have-

Arthur: Humans can also dance, you know? It's true I have no wings, but I can make you fly if you let me.

Merlin: (smiles widely, eyes watering) I'd love to.

And they dance. Arthur discovers that, while Merlin is very agil with his bird wings, he's very clumsy with his human legs, but he lets himself be guided by Arthur all the time. There are stomps, there are laughs, but they soon find a comfortable pace and Merlin ends up with his arms around Arthur's neck, and Arthur with his hands on Merlin's hips, dancing slowly at the rhythm of the music of their hearts.

Merlin: (still dancing with Arthur, confused) Are we supposed to mate now?

Arthur: (laughs softly) There's no rush for that. But I want you to be my partner. My mate if you want to call it that way. I love you, Merlin, and I want to be with you and have a family with you.

Merlin: Oh... (gets a little sad) But we're both male, we can't... (opens his eyes wide) Or can we? 😲

Arthur: No, two males can't.. procreate, but we don't need to worry about that. (Points at the nest with his head) We already have a family together.

Merlin: (Gets so happy he might cry and kisses Arthur on the lips in a fit of joy)

Arthur: (In shock for a moment, but soon kisses back and they kiss for a long time)

Merlin: (separates the kiss, but keeps their faces close, catching his breath) Did I... Did I do it correctly? I saw some humans do that with their mates.

Arthur: (smiles wide) You did it wonderfully.

Merlin: Arthur?

Arthur: Yeah?

Merlin: I think I love you romantically.

...

Just so you know, this is how the chicks look:

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Could you create a headcanon for ‘Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles’ about what kind of fathers Leo, Raph, Donnie, and Mikey would be? I find this idea fun. :3

Headcanon: Rise!Turtles being dads and sweetest husband to the reader (Separate) (Requested prompt)

A/N: I'm still uncomfortable with the idea of aging up the guys towards "mature content."

However, this idea was really cute. It only made sense for this prompt where the guys are aged up with some reference to their bad end!future selves. I went with around early 30's when the turtle of your choice and the reader are in a committed relationship and currently raising a kid at the moment.

So please have common sense and think before typing some snarky response with 'oh aged up content is bad lol' (Because I will put those ideas on the 'do not write list' if people get too weird about it...)

Raph

You know how he has the habit of that one baby voice with Mayhem. (and a bit of the hey buddy tone towards Mikey or Donnie)

- His kid is never gonna escape from it. (even by the time the kid is a grown up)

He definitely panicked for a bit when his kid (during the energetic toddler phase) enjoyed climbing over a big guy like him.

- So he had to ask Donnie to make a battle shell specifically as a soft cushion. So the spiky shell doesn't accidentally scratch the kid.

Part of him is worried anytime he has to scold his kid. And only when you're around is when he feels okay to do so.

- He definitely does the "Did you ask (Y/N) if you could have another cookie?" sort of question. (Sometimes willing to go along with what his kid wants or following (Y/N) if he got caught spoiling the kid)

You're getting at least one peck on the cheek by the end of the day.

- Or earlier in the day if he accidentally woke you up.

Compared to his younger self who slightly whined about chores, he grew to enjoy it when both of you worked on it together.

- Laundry being one example where you're usually folding clothing fresh from the dryer. And he stacks a pile back into the clean basket/hamper.

His eyesight in the right eye has gotten a bit worse. (not as bad as his bad end counterpart where he needs an eyepatch) But, you often act as his extra set of eyes and call out to any surprise attacks.

- Which earned the title of you two with a tag team couple and he still blushes thinking about it.

Leo

Every few hours before a night patrol, he always checks in to see what his kid is up to and often gives a hug before leaving.

Often gives bedtime stories through retellings of Lou Jitsu's movies or Jupiter Jim's comics.

- Even acting out of some of the scenes before a yawn decides its time to sleep.

Gave one of his spare bandana scarves to his kid.

- Had the biggest grin on his face when the kid realized "Oh hey! We're matching!!!"

Almost similar to the night patrol part, but if you can't make it because of work or some other boring life detour.

- Its a portal away for a light hang out sesh. For both of you to take a breather away from the grown up life.

Late night conversations are just a regular thing between the two of you.

- Especially when he couldn't sleep. By the time he almost dozes off to sleep in your arms, he still playfully teases you that your voice is soothing to him.

When light conversations about the bad end future was brought up during a casual match of video games, he was never used to the idea that he had a prosthetic arm.

- You instantly hugged his right arm, jokingly reassuring him.

"As long as you can crack a joke in the most serious moment. I'll still know that its you Leo."

"Even in a timeline where, me and the guys were raised by Draxum?"

You gave the red slider turtle a 'really?' pout before he hugged you into his lap.

"Nah I'm just kidding, but for real though. Draxum's former henchmen are still goofballs that know their way around the city. I'm pretty sure that Leo could get a couple of one liners and maybe from you as well."

Donnie

Almost went into a frenzy trying to child-proof the lair. (Especially the month before the kid's arrival changed the atmosphere) But eventually settled down.

- Realizing it would have stressed his kid out by any sudden new changes (and a bit of his family and your help explaining the reasoning as well)

Leo's showboating energy transferred to him but, in a way that, the softshell turtle is very grateful. That he has you as a spouse and both of you raising a kid along side his sentient inventions. And will try to bring it up in any conversation.

- The whole wallet photo gag of him showing family pictures. You love this silly turtle but, usually lightly pinch his face if its the wrong time for that.

He lights up whenever his kid goes to him for any sort of question.

- He slightly restrains himself to avoid going overboard with the answer. But, his kid is smart enough to know that and sometimes tells you that he's not being himself again.

Cannot force himself to sleep unless you're beside him. (or if you have to drag him to bed yourself)

- The few times where he woke up while you were still sleeping. He always gives you a light hug and a kiss on the forehead before getting out of bed.

He subtly took interest in one of your hobbies. (Either an ongoing or a new one) Just so he can step away from a tedious project that was going nowhere and not bother you with the boring details about it.

- Sometimes mentioning a fun fact to impress you.

You gave into his idea of letting your kid have a similar weapon like Casey Jr's.

- Only when they reached their 13th birthday and learning the basics of: constructing it and fixing parts along side their dad. How to use it defensively, offensively, and etc.

Mikey

Considering how his future self had some hair on his head, he kept it long so he can do a few matching embarrassing baby photos to his kid.

- Like giving the kid a tiny ponytail and etc. He definitely cried a bit while having his signature grin when the kid pulled too hard on his hair, laughing at one of his jokes. And you had to step in to help him.

He knows how to work around some of his kid's picky eating habits. Usually making sure his kid is having fun or decorating the plate in an artistic manner.

- However, there are times when the kid can hide the veggie or fruit out of plain sight. Or his kid asks his uncles for help when Mikey's focused on some other thing.

Absolutely does that peek-a-boo trick with hiding his face or whole body into his shell.

- He was nervous at first, if the trick might have scared his kid but, no the kid was giggling. Curiously crawling towards him in awe of it.

Will sometimes make meals ahead of time. (often being, if you returned from work, too exhausted to greet him)

- Either leaving a note on a plastic container in the fridge of: [(Y/N)'s breakfast: DO NOT EAT unless you want an surprise session with Dr Delicate Touch </3] (this also applies to lunch as well)

On very rare occasions, he will temporary wear a cloaking brooch. If you're at an area isn't very friendly towards mutants and/or yokai.

- The one time that happened, is when you forgot to bring your lunch at a job that barely lasted a week. (Stuff that was out of your control but, he was relieved that you got out of that place before your coworkers decided to physically fight back at the manager)

Spends at least one day in the week with you to do some light meditative exercises.

- On the really bad days, he doesn't mind letting you hold his hand as a stress ball or just have a quiet moment to relax while his brothers babysit your kid.

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Thanks to @hailqiqi for tagging me about ten thousand years ago. I just have so much to do 😩 Anyway! The original post said:

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (except me because obvs I have done it). Spread the self-love ❤

Here we go!

Breaking Free - the whole series

I'm cheating here, because I'm listing a multi-book series, but I can't help it. I'm super proud of it. It started as a one-shot of Adrien and Marinette finding Gabriel's basement, and then it spiralled hard. It begins right after Strike Back. From there, it's a complicated, twisted and very bumpy ride.

'How did you think this up?' my BF beta has asked me many times. I don't know, guys. It just seemed obvious at the time 😆

This was my 'getting back into writing' book, after a lengthy creative hiatus / identity crisis. I churned out chapters because I needed to get back in the game and rediscover myself artistically. Then I went back and edited the whole thing a couple years later, to make it better (and expand it by about 20k words).

It became a series because I had requests for sequel scenes. Again, a couple one-shot ideas spiralled, and I merged them with another premise that had been kicking around in my head - Adrien, years later, trying to heal from everything as an adult and find himself as a father with his own teenage son.

That then spiralled again, and I ended up exploring Felix in depth, too, and pushing all the sentibeing stuff to extremes. The whole concept for Book 4 intimidated the hell out of me as soon as I thought of it. I was so worried I wouldn't be able to do it justice. Writing it was sometimes physical torture. But in the end, I think Book 4 contains what might be the best chapter I've ever written for anything in my life.

Still, the saga continues! Book 5 starts posting in 4 weeks. I've set myself another crazy challenge with that one, but I am determined to pull it off. I also have ideas for a few one-shots to collect in a volume I'm calling Book 6. The series is going to be like 700k words by the time I'm done. Maybe more. Will I ever truly finish this thing? I don't know. I fell so hard into the universe I created, and it's going to be hard to let it go. I fully expect to cry when I post the epilogue to Book 5.

Book 1 was also how I really got into this fandom and started making friends. Honestly, that book changed my life. Yeah...I'm gonna cry.

Dreaming Wide Awake

This was my follow-up to the S5 finale. The show is now going its own way, but I'm still so proud of how all the tension and emotions turned out in this fic. Again, the story is complex. It's also really surreal, and I think the battle scenes are some of my best. I was soooo nervous about the reader response to one of the big moments in it, but the unanimous reaction was everything I'd hoped for.

How the Heart Learns to Beat Again

A backstory from Nathalie's POV. It starts with her at age 25, as the sole survivor of an old magical order, going on extraordinary adventures seeking legendary artefacts. Then she meets the Agrestes, loses her magic, and gets roped into a new crazy world.

The story also explores Gabriel and Emilie, Colt and Amelie, and Adrien and Felix's creation / infancy. Book 2 (covering Emilie's death and how Gabriel and Nathalie start using the butterfly and peacock) starts posting on Monday. I think these fics are possibly the most mature writing I've ever done. There's a certain 'voice' to them that stands out from my other writing.

Finding a Way (Jurassic Park AU)

This is my most successful fic, so far. It's half goofy / romantic and half tense / action - with a lot of gore. I thought it would be total crack, but it took on a life of its own and became much more serious. There was something magical about how it all came together. I'm planning a sequel, but I need to get through a few other big fics first.

Voyage! Tales of the USS Miraculous (Star Trek Crossover)

This is so far from finished, but I'm having a blast writing it. It's basically all planned out and going to be mammoth when it's done. There's a little of everything in it, and you don't need to know Star Trek to understand it. I'm loving the reader speculations over what might be going on.

Okay! That's my list. Tagging @raspberrycatapult @kuromori4 @cardiac-agreste @mysticraven20 @trinketsinthesun @hamsteriffic @jigglypuff1994 @fandomofone

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Congrats @just-my-latest-hyperfixation on completing our Kissing Booth Challenge!

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Prompt: Lust

Dream a little dream

Rated E, wc 1,230, Chose Not to Use Warnings, Tags: Dream Sex, Or Is It?, Top Steve Harrington, Bottom Eddie Munson, Implied/Referenced Mind Control, Dubious Consent, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Body Modification

“That's right, baby,” Steve murmurs, gently taking him by the shoulders and guiding him down to the floor. Somehow, Eddie only realizes that they are both naked when his bare knees hit the cold tiles and he catches sight of Steve's hard, flushed cock right in front of his face. Was he naked all this time? He doesn’t remember. “Don't worry about it. Don't worry about a thing. You've been wanting this, haven't you?”

Prompt: Love

Say it again

Rated T, wc 850, Chose Not to Use Warnings, Tags: Post-Vecna (Stranger Things), Everybody Lives, Cuddling & Snuggling, Getting Together, Fluff, Accidental Love Confessions

“Good morning,” Eddie finally whispers, a hushed and awed thing. Steve yawns and smiles. His eyes are more gold than hazel in the morning light. He murmurs something. Two sleep-slurred words, half muffled by the pillows, so low that Eddie almost doesn’t catch them over the birdsong picking up outside. Then he pauses. His eyes go huge.

Prompt: Body Swap

Some sort of hive mind thing

Rated T, wc 970, Chose Not to Use Warnings, Tags: Secret Relationship, Coming Out, POV Dustin HendersonI, Implied Sexual Content, Crack, Body Swap

“You both went to bed as usual,” Dustin says over the ensuing string of bickering, wondering not for the first time who's babysitting who here. “Then, a few hours later, you woke up to discover that you're stuck in each other's bodies.” Eddie-who-looks-like-Steve snorts a laugh and Steve-who-looks-like-Eddie elbows him. “Quit it! Be serious about this!” “I’m trying to, but he said stuck in-” “Did anything happen last night?” Dustin asks.

Prompt: Amnesia

For Safekeeping

Rated M, wc 1,017, Chose Not to Use Warnings, Tags: Fae Eddie Munson, Human Steve Harrington, Mind Control, Memory Loss, Master/Servant, Implied Sexual Content, Dubious Consent, Dark Eddie Munson, Alternate Universe - Fantasy

“Sit.” He does. His tunic rides up as he kneels by His Lordship's feet, exposing most of his legs and thighs, but the mossy ground is soft and warm. His Lordship likes to wrap himself in long, billowing robes, deep black like the night sky. Him, though, he prefers in shorter and lighter garments. “You’re such a pretty thing, my sweet,” he told him once, fingers tracing the patterns of his moles on naked skin. “And pretty things should be put on display, not hidden away.”

Prompt: First Date

It's a satanist thing, you wouldn't understand

Rated T, wc 2,067, Chose Not to Use Warnings, Tags: Post-Vecna (Stranger Things), Everybody Lives, Established Relationship, Good Babysitter Steve Harrington, Good Babysitter Eddie Munson, Implied/Referenced Sexual Harassment, Bullying, Implied Sexual Content, Eddie Munson is a Little Shit

“I’m sorry,” Erica says, but she’s talking to Eddie now. “You shouldn’t still have to deal with all of that, it’s fucking horrible.” Eddie smiles, bold and brave and beautiful, lurching forward to pull her into a hug. It ends up a bit awkward since her bike is still wedged between them, but she allows it without so much as a scoff. “Aw, m’lady,” he coos, but the look he shoots at Steve over the top of her head is sharp as a blade. Steve feels a shiver run down his spine. He knows that look. It means Eddie has a plan, and neither hell and all its devils nor an overprotective boyfriend are gonna keep him from seeing it through. “Ever the valiant one, looking out for little old me and what small sliver of honor I can still call my own. However … it’s your honor that has been insulted here, and that’s the far greater slight.”

Prompt: Secret Date

Whatever it is you’ve been doing

Rated T, wc 1,307, Chose Not to Use Warnings, Tags: Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Steve Harrington, Omega Eddie Munson, Secret Relationship, Courting Rituals, Fluff

“I wanted you to be friends!” Dustin whines. “Not- … Not whatever it is you’ve been doing! Hell, the other day at the gas station, you bought him a pen!” “Because he always steals mine and I thought he might like it,” Steve shrugs. “It was shaped like a dragon and had those little sparkly stones for eyes.” Eddie smiles at him. “It’s a very metal pen, thank you.”

Prompt: Roleplay

Right off to horny jail

Rated T, wc 1,059, Chose Not to Use Warnings, Tags: Post-Vecna (Stranger Things), Everybody Lives, Established Relationship, Halloween, Halloween Costumes, Steve Harrington in a cop costume, Crack, Humor, Eddie Munson is a horny shit, So is Steve Harrington

When he arrives, Eddie is crammed into a corner of the kitchen with Robin and Vickie, gesturing animatedly and laughing about something or other. He spots Steve at the door, turns to wave at him … and then he freezes. For a moment, he just stands there like a marble statue in a cheap vampire costume, face going paler by the second while his eyes rake over Steve’s outfit. The chunky boots. The khaki shorts that he last wore two summers ago and that are just shy of too tight now. The old uniform shirt that Hopper reluctantly borrowed him, and the pair of dark shades and hat that complete the whole ensemble. Then he runs.

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Fist With a Kiss

Pairing: Nobara x Maki

Tags: Sparring, Masturbation, Sexual Tension, Vaginal Fingering, Nipple Play, Friends to Lovers

Summary:

Nobara and Maki have stayed on staff at Tokyo Jujutsu High, and, while no longer students, they still have to train to remain at the top of their game. When Gojo pairs them up during a sparring practice session, things get heated and Maki doesn’t know what to do. After rushing out of the dojo and back to her room, Nobara goes to check on her. Little does she know that she’ll overhear something she shouldn’t have…but they’ll both be thankful she did.

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“Alright, guys! Listen up,” Gojo yelled as his former students stood at attention around the inside of the training dojo. “Today we’re gonna work on your hand-to-hand combat skills.” Maki cracked a smug grin with the knowledge she could easily whoop the ass of everyone present.

“Now, before we begin - I have two stipulations: No weapons or cursed energy allowed!” He said, making direct eye contact with Maki. The smile immediately dropped from her face. Obviously cursed energy wasn’t an issue, but she certainly wasn’t thrilled with the fact she wouldn’t be able to use the one thing that gave her an extra edge.

Groans could be heard all around. The good thing was it seemed everyone but Yuji felt the same. After graduating, everyone decided to stay with Tokyo Jujutsu High as teaching assistants of sorts. Each now worked under Gojo to protect the city as well as train their underclassmen.

“Now, now! I know you guys are advanced, but it’s important to get back to basics every now and then, yeah? You never know what could happen when you are up against a curse,” Gojo said as he looked around the room with a knowing smirk.

Nobara knelt between Yuji and Megumi in a daze. Sitting three rows down from her was the green-haired woman she’d been crushing on since she first came to Jujutsu Tech as a teen.

The two had spent a lot of time together over the years. From facing ridiculously strong opponents to sharing meals and laughing themselves to tears together at the stupid antics of the boys, her feelings for Maki only grew stronger the longer she was around her.

Nobara was jolted back to reality when she felt an elbow jab into her side. “Ah! Yuji, what the fuck!” she whispered harshly.

“Get your shit together, bro! Stop making googly eyes at the back of Maki’s head,” he playfully chastised.

She slapped him upside the head for the comment. “Shhh! Dude, shut up! You’re so loud!”

Gojo violently cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention as he stopped in the middle of the gym. “I will now choose your partners.” The room grew quiet as they all waited to see who they would be paired with. “Yuji! You’re with Inumaki. Megumi…let’s see…how about…Todo. Nice to see you join us all the way from Kyoto, by the way! And Nobara? Ah, yes…let’s set you up with…Maki.” As Gojo’s voice trailed off, Nobara’s heart skipped a beat.

“Oooooh, get it, Nobara!” Yuji howled as he gave her a wink.

“Can it, Yuji!” She hissed as she glared at him. She turned her head in Maki’s direction and saw she was staring right back at her. Nobara could have sworn she saw a light pink tinge on Maki’s cheeks as Panda whispered something to her.

“Okay, people! Let’s get this party started. No serious injuries or maiming please,” Gojo yelled.

Nobara’s concentrated stare on the floor padding in front of her was broken by a hand cast down in her direction. Glancing up, her amber eyes met Maki’s golden ones. Her heart thrummed in her throat.

Don’t get distracted. Just breathe. Nobara thought to herself as she tried to slow her pulse.

“Let’s do this, then,” Maki said as she helped hoist her to her feet. The feeling of her battle-warn palm on hers made Nobara swallow so hard she worried Maki could hear it. The two bowed in acknowledgment and then took their respective fighting stances.

Faster than she could even think, Maki made the first move. With a quick swipe of a leg to her shins, Nobara was flat on her back looking up at the ceiling of the gym.

“Too easy! Gojo should have given me Todo,” Maki laughed. Nobara couldn’t tell if she was pissed off or turned on by the arrogant comment.

“I wasn’t even ready yet, Maki! Shit!” Nobara huffed getting back on her feet. She knew Maki was stronger than her in just about every way (with the exception of her lack of cursed energy, of course), but this didn’t make her want to impress her any less.

“That’s what they all say,” Maki barked as her fist flew toward her. Nobara countered with a block and then threw a punch of her own that Maki swiftly dodged. Spinning behind her, Maki threw an elbow to her back. Before Nobara could hit the ground with a thud, Maki quickly grabbed her by the hips and pulled her flush against her. Nobara’s stomach somersaulted at having her in such close proximity.

“Didn’t want your pretty face to meet the floor,” Maki muttered.

“Uh…th-thanks, I think?” Nobara said as Maki pulled her hands away and put them behind her back.

“No need to thank me,” Maki dismissed. What am I doing? I’m supposed to be fighting, not flirting! Maki thought to herself as she got back into position.

Taking a deep breath, Nobara attempted to throw a roundhouse kick to her ribs. Maki immediately took out the leg she was balancing on but also lost her footing on the return. Nobara’s back slammed into the mat once again, but this time Maki landed right on top of her.

Her body weight pinned Nobara’s arms to the ground while her knee rested between her thighs. Time seemed to freeze for a moment as Maki became hyper-aware of the woman now underneath her. She could feel her heaving breasts against her own and knew the heat was immediately rising to her cheeks. Looking at Nobara’s slightly parted lips, she felt the urge to fall further forward and meet them with her own. She shook her head and rushed back to her feet.

Was I imagining that or did she…want to kiss me? Nobara thought as she rose. When she found solid footing, Nobara pulled her arm back and plunged her fist forward into Maki’s toned stomach. Maki barely moved. Nobara unclenched her hand and let the pads of her well-manicured fingers slide down each muscle of her abs. Maki gasped - and it wasn’t because she was hurt.

Realizing what she was doing, Nobara blinked herself back to the present moment. “I…uh…s-sorry,” Nobara began to apologize, but before she could finish, Maki grabbed Nobara’s arm and pulled her knee right into her stomach. Nobara struggled to fill her lungs with air as she collapsed forward, falling into Maki’s arms.

Maki stood stock-still for a moment before helping her stand upright. She absolutely could not look her in the eyes right now or it would be the end. “Uh, yeah you took that last hit pretty hard and Gojo said no serious injuries so we better call it a day, ok? I’ll catch you later,” Maki mumbled as she grabbed a towel, threw it over her shoulder, and rushed out of the gym.

Nobara watched in disbelief as the older girl swiftly exited the dojo.

What the actual hell was that all about?

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Maki stood under the freezing water of the shower in her dorm room attempting to rid herself of the extremely vivid images now streaming through her mind.

No. No. Absolutely not. You barely have friends as it is. You can’t fuck this up, Maki.

The innocent way Nobara had looked up at her during their sparring match was now permanently embedded in her brain. The feel of her soft skin underneath her, the faint smell of her rose-scented body spray, the sound of her panting from the exhaustion of trying to keep up with her…

Nope. A cold shower wasn’t gonna cut it. She turned the faucet off and shivered as the cool air assaulted her bare skin. Nabbing a towel off the rack, she wiped herself off and left her hair down to air dry. Throwing on a pair of threadbare but comfortable sweats and an old oversized t-shirt, she flopped down on her bed.

Jesus. It’s like I’m a teenager back in high school. Don’t you grow out of hormones or some shit? There was only one way she was going to get any sleep tonight. A part of her felt guilty for thinking about Nobara this way, but another knew this was the closest she’d ever get to acting on her fantasies. Her hand wandered under faded elastic and met with clear evidence she didn’t just see her as a friend.

Her fingers, coated with slick, slid with zero resistance. The whimper that escaped her lips made her feel pathetic. She was used to being the strong one. The one who always kept a cool head in battle no matter how impossible the situation seemed. But when it came to matters of the heart, she was an amateur.

She could feel the muscles in her abdomen tightening as she teetered dangerously close to the edge. Her fingers moved with increased speed as she remembered the feeling of Nobara’s hand sliding across her stomach and…

“Nobara,” she whispered (or so she thought). “So, so, so close…”

BANG! BANG! BANG!

“Maki! I know you’re in there!” Nobara’s distinctive yet muffled voice announced her arrival. Maki yanked her hand out of her pants and launched herself out of bed.

Fuck! Of course! Perfect fucking timing!

“Alright, alright, Nobara! Calm down, I’ll be right there!”

She quickly rinsed her hand off and wiped it on the bathroom towel before sprinting to the door.

“What do you want? I’m a little busy.”

For a second, Nobara lost whatever the hell she was planning to say. Maki with her hair down was a rare sight, let alone mussed up and apparently straight out of the shower. Even in loungewear she looked cool. Regaining her train of thought, Nobara peered suspiciously around Maki’s shoulder.

“Uh…busy doing what, exactly? Er, never mind. Look, I just want to talk about what happened today. You just ran out of the building…”

Maki brought her hand to her temple and sighed deeply. This wasn’t going to be something she could dodge forever. If she was going to ruin their friendship, tonight was as good a time as any.

“Yeah, okay, you’re right. Come on in.”

Nobara strode into the room and Maki shut the door behind her. She leaned back on it trying to project an air of nonchalance.

“So…what did you want to talk about?” Maki had no desire to bring up her own feelings. She’d decided to hold her cards close to her chest and let Nobara do most of the talking.

“Um…when we were sparring today…and…you know…you kinda…fell on top of me?”

“Yeah? It happens. No big deal.” Maki looked at her with concern. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Oh, no! No, I’ve taken some hard hits from the guys and curses. You were only slightly more powerful,” she taunted with a dazzling smile. “Look, I’m just gonna come out and say it,” she said as moved slowly toward where Maki stood against the door.

Whatever she says, just be honest. If you lie, it’s not going to make this any easier.

“Say what?”

Nobara was now right in front of her. “Were you…thinking about kissing me?”

Maki closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them again, she could swear Nobara had come even closer.

“What would you do if I said yes?” She whispered darkly.

Nobara was now looking up at her the exact same way she was on the gym floor.

“I don’t know,” she murmured in response as she leaned in close enough for Maki to feel her breath on her lips. “With you being so competitive, I wonder how you’d feel if I beat you to it?”

Before Maki could register the meaning behind Nobara’s words, she felt her mouth crash against her own. This was beyond comprehension. Any worry about what this would mean for the future flew out of her mind as she pulled her into her arms. Spinning around, Maki pinned Nobara against the door as she let out a squeak of surprise.

Not to be outdone, Nobara tangled her hands in her hair as her tongue slid between Maki’s lips. Maki let out a moan at the welcome intrusion. When they finally broke apart to catch a breath, Nobara groaned, “Bed. Now.” Maki nodded, pulled her up with her legs wrapped around her torso, and moved as fast as she could.

Depositing her on the mattress, Nobara took Maki by surprise as she rolled on top of her.

“Not as tough in bed as you are in a fight, hmm?” She taunted.

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me again,” Maki growled.

Nobara plunged forward and trapped her bottom lip between her teeth. With a bite rougher than it probably should have been, she felt like she could finally say she had bested Maki in something. Maki’s grip on her slender hips indicated she wasn’t hurting in the slightest. If anything, she wanted more intensity, which wasn’t a surprise considering the vigor she showed in all areas of life.

Her hands wandered to the hem of Maki’s nightshirt. “Off,” she mumbled between kisses. Partially sitting up, Maki pulled it over her head and threw it across the room. Her eyes burned as she looked at Nobara. “Only fair yours comes off, too.” She had on a tank top with straps so delicate Maki had to restrain herself from ripping it off her. Nobara tossed it to join Maki’s on the floor.

Nobara shoved her back against the bed and attacked her neck. Maki felt teeth gnash on skin and gripped her tightly. She always found Nobara’s special brand of intensity to be a bit humorous. In this situation, it was anything but.

“Ah! You don’t take anything easy, do you?” Maki teased.

“I can stop if you want,” she responded as her tongue licked down her chest.

“Fuck no-ohhhhh…” Maki’s retort was cut short as she felt her take her nipple into her mouth. She could feel Nobara crack a smile against her breast and it made her want to flip her back over. It would appear her aggressive streak wasn’t just for sparring matches.

Nobara hooked her thumbs in Maki’s waistband in a silent plea for her to help her get them off. Maki scrambled to assist and was able to get at least one leg out.

“Good enough,” Nobara huffed. Maki let out a gasp as she felt her hand trace the familiar path from their earlier fight. Her stomach trembled under the warmth of Nobara’s soft fingertips - a distinct contrast from her own battle-worn touch - as she anticipated what the inevitable next move would be. Against her better judgment, she grabbed Nobara’s wrist.

“Maki?” Nobara looked up at her in confusion.

“I…are you sure about this? Not that I’m complaining…it’s just…you want this, too?” Maki was never good with words, but she knew if they took this all the way, there would be no going back to what they once were. Her heart wouldn’t be able to take it.

“Yes, Maki. I’m sure. I’ve wanted this for a while now,” she admitted. A blush spread across her cheeks as her hand descended lower. Maki nodded in permission.

Her head slammed back into the pillow as Nobara’s fingers met her folds.

“Wow, clearly you’ve wanted this, too,” she whispered against her ear.

“Oh…shut…up,” Maki groaned in response.

“Is that any way to talk to someone who’s about to make you come?” Maki’s eyes rolled back in her head hearing her talk like that. Nobara took her time as she circled her clit painfully slowly.

“Stop…being…such a…tease…or you’ll…regret it,” Maki challenged.

Nobara clicked her tongue. “Geez, Maki-senpai! Not everything has to be a competition, you know. If this was, I’d say I’m winning,” she responded as she increased her pace and pressure.

Her use of the honorific from their school days almost sounded obscene. If “losing” felt this good, she would gladly admit defeat.

“Fuck…Nobara…so close,” Maki ground out.

Nobara captured her lips in a kiss, and Maki moaned into her mouth as she saw stars.

She brought her mouth close to Maki’s ear and taunted, “Oh, and by the way…I heard you say that through the door earlier. Thinking of me even when you’re alone? How naughty!”

Maki looked up at her wide-eyed. “Y-you heard that?”

“You weren’t as quiet as you thought you were,” Nobara smiled as she lightly kissed her neck before laying down next to her.

Maki rolled atop Nobara in a quick swoop, stripped her of her remaining clothes, and kicked herself out of her pants. She leaned forward to grab Nobara’s wrists with both hands and pinned her arms on opposite sides of her head.

“You know it’s rude to listen in on people,” Maki growled, flushed from their previous round and embarrassment from the knowledge of having been caught.

Nobara stuck her tongue out at her in response. Without hesitating, Maki brought her mouth to Nobara’s, tangling her tongue with hers.

Wedging one leg between Nobara’s, she gently spread them. Releasing one of her wrists, Maki’s hand made its way to her chest. As she kneaded her breast, her thumb glided across her nipple.

Nobara arched into her touch as her moans vibrated against Maki’s mouth. Unable to take things slow, Maki brought her hand down towards Nobara’s sex. After immediately feeling how wet she was, Maki pulled away. “Not so high-and-mighty now, are you, Ms. Eavesdropper? Apparently, I wasn’t the only one excited about today,” she said with a smirk.

A tinge of red bloomed on Nobara’s cheeks. Maki moved her hand back and forth, her palm sliding against her clit. Collecting her arousal, Maki slowly sunk her ring and pinky finger into her.

“Ahhhh Maki,” Nobara gasped.

Maki pumped in and out of her while using her thumb and index fingers to stimulate her sensitive bud. Latching onto Nobara’s breast, she alternated between licking and tugging on her erect nipple.

“M-maki…mmmmm,” Nobara moaned.

She couldn’t control herself hearing the way her name sounded on Nobara’s lips as she gasped for release. She increased the rhythm of her fingers and bit down on her breast. The hand that held her wrist shifted so she could interlock her fingers with Nobara’s.

Nobara squeezed her hand in reassurance, and Maki moved to meet her lips once more. She feared if she didn’t soak in every sensation, sound, and taste, she’d open her eyes to discover this all had been nothing but a dream.

She longed for every move she made to convey that Nobara wasn’t just the object of her fantasies, but someone she treasured and saw a future with. Maki knew that if given the chance, they’d approach love with the same intensity as they approached life.

“Nobara…” Maki whispered against her in a way that made Nobara want to draw her in even closer.

“Yes…Maki…please,” she breathed against her.

Maki felt Nobara clench around her fingers and the grip she had on her hand tighten as she chanted her name over and over. It felt like time was standing still. She couldn’t believe this was happening - she’d only ever imagined what this same scene would look like in her mind, but here Nobara was, in her bed, her skin against hers.

“Damn, Maki! That was incredible! I’m glad our dorm rooms are next to each other because I have a feeling I’m going to need to interrupt you a lot more often,” she chuckled suggestively. She opened her eyes to see Maki trying but not succeeding at blinking back tears.

“Wait…shit! What’s wrong? Did I say something I shouldn’t have?” Nobara sat up and caressed her cheek tenderly. Maki leaned into the warmth of her palm and shook her head.

“No. No! God, definitely not. It’s just…ugh this is so embarrassing. I just…I don’t want you to think this was just something I wanted to do to blow off steam. I want you, Nobara. I’ve wanted you for I don’t even know how long. And now that you’re here…I just don’t know how to properly convey how I feel. You know I suck with words.”

Nobara’s own eyes started to water. “Maki…if I would have known…I would have made a move so much sooner! I feel the same way. I don’t want this to be a fling. While I appreciate your fighting prowess, I see you as someone much stronger than myself. With your family and stuff…you’ve come so far and I admire your drive more than you know. I want to be a part of it all. The good and the bad.”

The two shared a kiss that was far less heated by need. This was an unspoken promise between them that they were no longer just comrades who fought together. They were now that and so much more.

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without you (pt.7)

pairing: lee felix x female reader

summary: you have been best friends with the 00 liners+chan for a while now. now everyone is in college and when you begin to develop feelings, its getting hard to choose...

tags/warnings: college skz, liking multiple people at a time, fluff, angst, reader struggles with anxiety and depression, cussing, partially proofread

a/n: guys... giant is like so good lmao btw if you guys want me to i can end the series soon... just tell me in the comments since its already part 7! check my blog for my posting scheduleee

It was supposed to be a quick stop for coffee, just enough to keep you going through the afternoon study grind. You hadn’t planned on running into anyone, and yet, as soon as you stepped into the coffee shop, the unexpected happened.

You were standing in line, scrolling through your phone, trying to catch up on emails and assignments. The usual noise of the coffee shop—a mixture of clinking cups, soft chatter, and the low hum of the espresso machine—was a bit overwhelming, but it was background noise you were used to. Until, that is, a voice cut through it all.

"Are you seriously going to just stand there and stare at me instead of ordering?"

You blinked, startled, and looked up to find a guy grinning at you from the counter. He had messy hair and sharp eyes that twinkled with mischief, and his teasing tone made it clear he wasn’t being serious, but you couldn’t help feeling a little caught off guard.

"Uh… excuse me?" You blinked again, wondering if he was talking to you.

The guy’s grin grew wider, his gaze playful. "Yeah, you. You’ve been in line long enough, and you’re just staring at your phone like it's the most interesting thing in the world. You gonna order, or…?"

You paused for a second, unsure how to react to his sudden boldness. Then, realizing he wasn’t actually trying to be rude, just teasing, you cracked a smile.

"I wasn’t staring at you. I was just… busy," you said, your voice a bit awkward but trying to match his teasing energy.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Sure, sure. I’m Minho. You’re not a regular here, are you?"

You shook your head, finally offering your hand in greeting. "No, I’m not. I’m Y/N. First time in this coffee shop."

Minho took your hand, his grip firm but friendly. "Nice to meet you, Y/N. You’ll like it here. The iced lattes are top tier. If you’re still deciding, I recommend it."

You smiled, grateful for the suggestion. "I’ll definitely try it, then."

Before you could say anything else, a voice called out from behind you, smooth and calm, but with a teasing undertone that matched Minho’s.

"Minho, don’t scare the poor girl. You’ve been giving her a hard time long enough."

You turned to find another guy stepping up beside you, looking around your age with dark hair styled neatly, his expression a mix of amusement and mild exasperation. His smile was warm, and there was a kind energy about him that immediately put you at ease.

"I’m Jeongin," the guy said with a small but genuine grin. "You’re Y/N, right? Minho’s been giving you the freshman treatment."

Minho let out an exaggerated sigh, clearly not offended. "Hey, it’s all in good fun. Don’t worry about it. Besides, I had to make sure she wasn’t just another robot student walking around with their face buried in their phone."

You laughed, shaking your head at Minho’s antics, but before you could respond, a third person entered the scene. He was shorter than both Minho and Jeongin, but his presence was immediately noticeable—there was something calm and steady about him. His eyes scanned the room, briefly meeting yours, before he made his way over to the counter.

"Yo, Changbin! Over here!" Minho called, waving at the newcomer.

Changbin smiled at Minho, but then looked back at you with a friendly, easygoing grin that felt like an invitation to join the group. You noticed how his expression seemed genuine, his confidence quiet yet reassuring.

"Hey," he greeted, offering you a soft smile. "I’m Changbin."

"Hi," you replied, a little surprised by the smooth transition into meeting so many people at once. "I’m Y/N. Nice to meet all of you."

Changbin gave you a casual nod, his eyes warm but not overwhelming. "Nice to meet you too. How’s your first day been so far?"

You sighed, relieved to be talking to someone who felt a little more grounded than Minho’s playful teasing. "It’s been a bit of a whirlwind, honestly. I’m still adjusting to everything."

Jeongin, who had been watching you both, nodded in sympathy. "Yeah, freshman year can feel like a lot all at once. But don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it."

Minho, always quick to jump in, added, "It’s a lot of fun, too, though. Once you find your rhythm, it’s a good time. Just gotta survive the first few weeks of chaos."

You raised an eyebrow, glancing at all three of them. "You guys seem to know what you’re doing. Are you all upperclassmen?"

They all laughed, and Minho threw his hands up in mock exasperation. "Please, we’re freshmen just like you. We’re all in the same boat—trying to figure things out and keep up with the workload. But, we’ve learned a few tricks along the way."

Changbin smiled, more subdued but still approachable. "Yeah, we’re all just trying to survive. But it’s a little easier when you’ve got people to study with. Maybe we can help each other out."

Jeongin’s eyes sparkled with the familiar energy of someone who’d already claimed a piece of the university. "Exactly. We’ll probably end up in a study session later anyway, so if you ever need help—or just want to hang out—let us know. We don’t bite."

You couldn’t help but laugh. "I’ll take you up on that. I’ve got a lot to catch up on."

Minho grinned, nodding approvingly. "That’s the spirit. Also, we study better with pizza. It’s an unspoken rule."

Changbin chuckled softly. "Don’t listen to him. We mostly just end up eating pizza and talking nonsense. But it’s fun."

You smiled, feeling a little more at ease with each passing second. These three guys, despite the fact that they were freshmen just like you, had a way of making the whole process seem a little less intimidating.

As you finally placed your order and the group continued to chat, you realized something—maybe this whole "university experience" wasn’t so bad. Sure, it was overwhelming, but with people like Minho, Jeongin, and Changbin around, it didn’t feel quite so impossible.

And maybe, just maybe, the freshman year chaos wouldn’t be so bad with a little bit of pizza and good company along the way.

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[katnisspeetaprim]

J-Hope On The Street

Jung Hoseok/Actress!Reader

Summary: Hobi convinces you to do the J-Hope on the street challenge with him... (can be read as a stand alone or as the WYF couple)

Warnings: Fluff, female reader implied.

Word Count: 779 M.list

Hobi had recently released his newest single, J-Hope On The Street, and you couldn’t be more proud! You weren’t yet around when his Hope World album was in the works, but you were there for J-Hope in the box, and you saw first hand how much of a perfectionist he is. How every little detail had to be perfect, and this was no exception.

Ever since the song and MV had dropped, he’d received a massive amount of love and support from friends and fans alike. You were no different, throwing him a surprise get together to celebrate. It was only a small party, just close friends and family so it would be more special. Since then, Hobi decided that a TikTok series focused round the choreography would be a great idea. Dancing to the song with other HYBE idols was simple yet so effective. The fans loved it and so did you, always looking forward to the new videos. That was until he came to you with one of his bright ideas.

‘Hobi you can’t be serious.’ You gaped up at him from your seated position. You were currently in one of the lounge areas of the HYBE building, after having come to visit Hobi and bring him coffee.

‘I am! ARMY will love it, and I already ok’d it with my manager!’ He was way too excited at the prospect of you potentially making a fool of yourself.

‘I’m not a dancer Hobi, I really don’t feel like becoming a laughing stock for millions of people.’ You sighed as you picked at the edge of your dress.

‘Come on jagi! It’s not like I’m asking you to perform on stage. Besides, ARMY know you aren’t a dancer and I already taught you the choreo so....’ He stuck out his bottom lip and gave you puppy dog eyes. Ugh... How could you resist that face?

‘Fine! But you owe me!’ He let out a happy yelp and threw his arms around you, planting a kiss on your temple.

‘It’s gonna be great I promise!’

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Before you started filming, Hobi went over the choreography with you at least a hundred times, (at your request) before you felt confident enough to just go for it.

You stumbled over your own feet a few times, causing Hobi to cast you an amused glance, but overall you did well and you were proud of yourself! Plus the reaction from the fans was overwhelmingly positive too.

He’d tagged you in the video and captioned it, ‘Please be nice to Y/N and compliment her dancing! She was nervous but did so well!’

Fan1: OMG the smile he gives her!

Fan2: Her little stumble was so cute!

Fan3: Get you a man that looks at you like J-Hope looks at Y/N

Fan4: We sure she isn’t secretly a dancer?

Fan5: THAT HUG AT THE END SAGEUGEDUBWEIYFGUEWG

‘See jagi? I told you there was nothing to worry about!’ Hobi smiled as he read the comments over your shoulder.

‘Yeah, even though I messed it up.’ You chuckled to yourself when he hugged you tightly from behind, chin resting on your shoulder.

‘You’re too hard on yourself! It was great for a first time performance!’ You tried to hide your shy smile. This man was too sweet.

‘Yah! Why are you getting shy all of a sudden?’ He jabbed his fingers into your sides, causing you to gasp out in laughter.

‘OK! OK! Stop!’ You grabbed onto his hands and spinning round to face him. ‘You’re mean to me sometimes.’ You pouted, causing him to crack up.

‘I love you too jagi.’ Hobi leaned down to quickly peck your lips.

‘Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea for me to take some dancing lessons. I may need them for a role in the future..’ You thought out loud as he pulled away.

‘Why would you pay for lessons when I can just teach you?’  Hobi raised his eyebrows in question.

‘As if I’d let you teach me!’ You exclaimed as soon as he finished his sentence, causing him to stare wide eyed at you. Ok, that hurt his feelings a little.

‘I’ve seen the death stares you give to the boys when they dare to make a mistake, and I’d rather not be on the receiving end of that!’ His body relaxed when he heard your reasoning. You had a valid point he though. He took his dancing very seriously and he would get upset when a mistake was made. As you knew full well, he was a perfectionist.

‘Ah – Just know that look comes from a place of love!’

‘It’s still a no!’

[iateyourfav]

Beastification - Chapter 1

Cid sends the Bad Batch on a mission to rescue a certain Mr Beast from the grasp of Jabba the Hutt. After they retrieve him, something changes. There's something different about Mr Beast and they can't tell for certain what it is. Will they ever get rid of Mr Beast?

The Bad Batch x Mr Beast

Tags: sfw, Crack fic, slow burn, Mr Beast AU, I'm trying to be serious about this.

CW: the y/nification of Mr Beast, mentions of child abduction, canon violence, indication of mpreg (sfw), Mr Beast talks to a invisible camera, Lore breaking content

Words: 881

Will update on Wednesdays and Sundays

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | ...

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Cid hadn‘t told them much about the mission, as usual, but still, something felt fishy about this one. What was most suspicious was that Cid had this slight smirk on her face the entire briefing while she neglected details on whatever would await them at their destination in favor of talking about how they would thank her for this mission once they come back.

Tensions were high on the Marauder. Everyone hoped Cids indications would mean better payment this time around. While Omega was asleep in her Gunner Mount/Room the rest of the batch gathered in the cockpit.

Wrecker, who sat in the copilot seat, broke the silence first. „I don‘t know what’s going on with Cid and this mission. I just hope we‘re gonna get paid and not killed.“ He crossed his arms, pouting.

„It will be a rather simple extraction. To be completely honest, calling it a pick-up would be more fitting. We will meet the target on Mos Eisley. Though I do wonder how they ended up there and why we are sent to bring them back. This mission seems to mock our abilities“ Tech replied, sounding just slightly angry at this extraction not having to make use of his heightened intelligence. „We‘re approaching Tatooine.“

Hunter leaned against the back wall, brows furrowed. He didn’t like this. Usually, when they were sent on simpler missions, only two of them would go, but Cid insisted they would need all hands on deck on this one. It didn‘t make sense to him. Deep in thought, he almost didn‘t notice the small hands pulling on his arm. 

„It‘s gonna be fine, Hunter, don‘t worry. It could be fun!“ Omega smiled up at him, excited as ever. Of course, she had never been to Tatooine before, so that fact alone made her excited to go through on this mission. Though that excitement quickly vanished.

“You‘re staying on the ship. The mission is simple, but we‘re not gonna take you into Jabba's Palace. That place is swarming with scum.“ And with that, her smile dropped.

Hunter knelt down to be able to talk to her face to face. „It‘s for the better. It‘s nasty in there, you wouldn‘t wanna see it anyways.“ Her patted her on the shoulder before standing up again. By this time they already entered the atmosphere of the planet and were getting ready to land in front of Jabba‘s Palace.

Shortly after leaving the ship the batch found themselves in front of the massive doors leading into the Hutt's Palace.

“I‘ve only heard horror stories about this place. Can‘t say I‘m excited to go in there.“ Echo commented with an already disgusted look on his face, despite not even having entered the building yet. „It‘s gonna be a quick job. We‘ll be in and out in no time. We just pay the bail and leave with the target, that‘s it.“ Hunter responded.

This triggered an annoyed huff from Wrecker. „Great, another mission where we can‘t blow anything up.“ The gates were opened for them and quickly after placed in front of Jabba to state their business.

„We‘re here to bail out one of your captives.“ Hunter tried to keep the conversation short, not desiring to speak to the Hutt more than necessary. Tech handed over the payment to one of Jabba‘s servants at the same time, also wanting to leave as fast as possible. To nobody‘s surprise, all of them felt uneasy in an establishment like this, with bounty hunters all around.

The protocol droid finally translated whatever Jabba was saying. „Your prisoner will be brought up shortly. Jabba wishes for you to leave with him as quickly as you can, he can not bear to hear any more of his voice.“

Just then their target was brought in, a sight to behold. He walked in, with the most dazzling blue eyes any of them had ever seen. Body moving in a perfect curve, hair just shaggy enough, and beard perfectly trimmed. He looked at them, one after another, through perfectly curled lashes. 

It took Hunter hitting his shoulder for Wrecker to snap back out of this state of hypnosis. „Wrecker, get him.“

His cheeks turned slightly red before going up to the hostage and taking him from Jabba‘s guards. They immediately made their way towards the exit. Wrecker tried to ignore the fact that he was guiding this incredibly attractive man out of imprisonment.

The man‘s head turned towards him, ever so slightly and elegantly, like every movement he had seen from him so far. „THANK YOU.“ he whispered. This wasn‘t directed at them as a group, but exclusively at Wrecker, making his face grow even hotter. He could only muster up a grunt as a response, feeling flustered.

Omega waited for them in front of the Marauder.

“I told you to stay inside.“ Hunter shouted towards the girl, slightly irritated. „I‘m fine. I got bored so I wanted to at least wait outside for you.“ she yelled back. Then, her glance shifted from Hunter to the hostage her brothers were bringing with them. Her eyes widened, jaw dropped. 

Everybody stopped in their tracks, expecting the worst from Omega‘s facial expression. A ambush, maybe. But her eyes rested on their acquired target.

“Woah, is that Mr Beast??????“

[satorubrain]

CURSE THE GACHA!

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x Reader.

Tags: Fluff, silly, kinda crack fic, angst (thanks to gacha games)

Synopsis: You simply lost your 5050 in genshin.

It was supposed to be a good morning, better even. You both didn't have any missions or classes today, you both are supposed to be resting in bed till the afternoon, cuddling, lazily waking up to do your basic routine, eating something, and perhaps putting on masks while watching a movie. You both are SUPPOSED to be lazily resting. But Satoru can't find you in your bed. It's 7:30 in the morning and he's patting your place to feel your warmth and suffocate you with his cuddles but you're missing, not just that the place you were sleeping in is cold, meaning it's been a while since you've already left.

He grumbles, whining and calling out your name as he drags himself out of bed to hunt you down. You're nowhere to be found until he smells a sweet delicacy and heads to the kitchen watching you anxiously pacing around in the kitchen, stomping your feet while waiting for the dangos to be cooked.

As happy as he is, he's also slightly worried about the cause of your anxiety. You don't even notice his presence until he hugs you from behind and rubs your arm to calm you down."Babe, what's wrong??" He asks, still sleepy as he knows it's probably nothing serious until you turn around and grip his arms and look at him with panic apparent on your face. That's when he gets a little serious and is prepared to fight off anything that's troubling you.

"Satoru... Do you think I'll win my 5050 I've been saving for Raiden for six months..." you confess quietly, almost on the verge of tears, gripping his arms tightly. The sentence utterly shocks the man in front of you. There's a brief silence until he bursts into laughter holding you in his arms while you look at him confused. His laugh seemed to be getting louder seeing you getting angry. Of course, the only thing that worries you is your gacha games, how could he ever forget that.

"This is why you aren't getting any dangos" you threaten as you push the man away who is laughing at you and go back to prepping the dangos you made to celebrate your beloved 2d character as you wait for the game to update while swatting him away from the delicacy you made. That could barely stop him from clinging to you and whining about how much he deserved those treats you made.

Ignoring him, you finally get seated, in front of your computer, on Gojo's lap as he refuses to let go of you. Anxiously waiting while holding Gojo's hand tightly when the loading gets stuck on that geo symbol.

"Don't worry, princess, you will win the 5050"

He pats your head trying to calm down his silly beloved which seems to help until you open the banner screen and gasp when you see Raiden waiting to join your team, holding Gojo's hand even tighter.

"Princess you'll cut off my blood circulation" he remarks, giggling, just for you to hold his hand even more tightly with a "shut up" thrown at him.

Soon as you start pulling, it doesn't take long to see your awaited golden yellow fragment falling down from the sky, happily waiting for your lovely Raiden to come home but your happiness is destroyed when a red-haired man with a claymore appears on your screen. GONE. Your joy is gone to a place where your luck resides, to a land no one shall reach.

"I'm really gonna cry" you confess as you are about to harshly land your head against the but it was cushioned by a Satoru who was trying to control his laughter, trembling slightly, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. Trying to calm himself down he steadies you both and points at the screen.

"Look!! Don't you have enough..." He recalls the name of the currency you told him of "primogems? I'm sure you can get her and her weapons as well!!"

"but Satoru i"m not that lucky" you sob, feeling defeated because of a certain shitty pyro MAN.

"then just swipe? After all, the amount won't even be noticeable, if not then I can-" Before he can even finish a sentence you protest loudly.

"NO. I know I can spend but there's no fun in that" you pout.

He sighs smiling and shaking his head at your stubborn behavior, trying not to laugh he just makes you face the screen as he places his hand on top of your hand which is resting on the mouse while making you face the screen. Without waiting any longer, he moves the cursor and clicks the '×10'.

You scream while Gojo proudly boasts about his victory when you see a golden yellow fragment on your screen. Of course, this happened. But not just that you loudly gasp while covering your mouth when you hear Satoru click as a second, third, and fourth Raidens appear on your screen. You blankly stare at your screen wondering how the fuck did your boyfriend break the game when you always seemed to be reaching pity.

Satoru who was only looking at you go through the rollercoaster ride of emotions wonders what happened and decides to spare a glance at the screen, that's when he realizes, of course, he broke the game.

"See babe it's just that easy!!! shouldn't I be rewarded for this?" He nuzzles into your cheek before showering you with kisses, dragging you out of your shock by placing a dango against your mouth as you take a bite smiling at your boyfriend's demands. "but honestly babe, your despair when you lose 5050 can create a special grade curse" he adds on earning an offended look and a smack on his hand.

You gulp down the food before showering him with well-deserved kisses before feeding him the dangos he was craving for the longest.

"Well, still I guess my lucky boyfriend deserves nice things for at least today!"

"That sure I always do!" He exclaims caging you in his embrace, giggling like little kids. Oh how much he loves these simple little worries. Laughing and crying over the tiniest things, being unnecessarily dramatic with his beloved. How healing it is to his soul to indulge in everything you liked. Oh, how he loved when you made him forget about the world by just your presence.

It's the first time I've written in years.

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[dsireland86]

The Best Kind of Danger

Chapter 5

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His body pressed hard against hers, where nothing could come between them made her feel the safest she'd ever felt. The horrible moments of rejection that shrouded her past mean nothing now that she was in the arms of the man who truly wanted her for her. The past no longer hurt. He wanted to protect her, keep her safe, and let nothing come between them. He didn't care that she was inexperienced. That only meant her body would learn to fit him so well and nothing made him want her more than knowing she was entirely his; finally. Separately, they were weaker; facing the world around them was harder. But together, they were a force to be reckoned with, and trying to tear them apart would prove to be impossible. 

"Sounds like you and Cassie made up last night. Everything good between you two now?" Noah nudged Folio in the shoulder while he poured himself a cup of coffee. Folio grinned sheepishly, stirring the hot liquid around. 

"Yeah, uh sorry about that. We tried to be quiet." Noah stuck out his bottom lip, shaking his head.   "No apology needed. It wasn't that loud. I barely heard it." "What the fuck ever dude. Y'all were loud as shit last night," Matt laughed, taking out his first Celsius of the day from the fridge. 

'Hey, look, don't say anything about it around Cassie, please. Last night was kind of a big deal for her, and I'm not sure how she's gonna feel about it now that she's had some time to process it." "What do mean. It's not like neither one of you haven't had sex before."  Noah and Folio's eyes both widened as they looked over at Matt. Matt raised an eyebrow, cracking his can open. "I don't mean together, shit, I mean separately, before you know," twirling a finger in the air at Folio, "you two."   Nick's eyes shifted to the floor. "Well, I have," he paused. There was an awkward silence for a moment.

"Wait. What? Are you saying what I think you're saying? That Cassie's a virgin?"

"Well, not anymore she isn't," Matt stated, taking a long sip from his can." Noah slapped him in the chest, causing him to choke and almost spit out his drink.

"Shhhh, come on guys, this is serious," Folio pleaded, while Matt continued coughing, trying to catch his breath. "I don't want Cassie feeling awkward. And I definitely don't want her to know I told you, so please, just keep your shit together okay?" he ordered, glancing at Matt. "What? I'm not gonna say shit, don't worry," Matt vowed. Noah nodded, immediately agreeing, too. "I just honestly never would've thought she was a virgin. Dang. And she chose you, huh? Of all people."

Folio's shoulders slumped. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Noah was laughing, shaking his head. "I'm kidding, Folio, relax." "You can be such a dick sometimes," Folio sighed. Noah clamped a hand down lightly on his shoulder. "I know, but it's my job," Noah agreed, smiling. "Yeah, whatever." "I'm happy for you man," Noah smiled, patting Nick on the back. "So does this mean you two are a thing? Like together?" Folio nodded, a sheepish grin spreading over his face. Matt cleared his throat, nodding towards the staircase. "Speaking of," Matt pointed out. Folio turned around just in time to see Cassie come bouncing down the stairs, slowing down the instant her eyes landed on him. 

She smiled the biggest smile at him as Folio looked up at her. Her heart was racing with excitement and all she wanted to do was run and jump in his arms, wrap herself entirely around him, and smother him in kisses. But she wasn't sure if he'd said anything yet to any of the guys and didn't want to overstep or embarrass Nick.  Images of last night flooded Folio's mind when Cassie walked into the kitchen. He felt himself already growing hard and quickly adjusted himself behind the counter, thankful it was there to cover for him.

"Hey," she smiled at him.  "Hey," he replied, taking a few steps toward her, noticing her hair was wet. "You showered," he pointed out, running a finger down her arm. Goosebumps quickly appeared over her skin. "I did," she nodded slightly. "You smell amazing." "Thank you," Cassie grinned shyly.

Cassie's body screamed when Folio's lips found hers, making her clean red panties already wet. She held in the moan that was dying to escape the second his tongue brushed her bottom lip.  "You taste like mint," he grinned, liking his lips when they parted. The way Cassie was looking at him, made his heart skip a beat. "What?" He gave her a simple smile. "Nothing," shaking her head slightly. She tried to hide the way her lips were curling in the corners of her mouth. "Hey, come here," Folio said, reaching out and taking her hands, pulling her closer to him.  "They know," he whispered in her ear and then kissed her temple. "I told them we're together, that you're mine." Folio lifted Cassie's face to his and kissed her lips," and I'm yours," kissing her cheek, "and we're an us," kissing her forehead and then wrapping her up in his arms and holding her close. Cassie smiled against his chest as last night played on repeat deep inside her mind.

"Are you comfortable?"  Cassie nodded, shifting slightly beneath him.  "Do you want me to remove my shorts?" Folio laid on his side with his legs intertwined with Cassie's, debating in his head what he should do next. Cassie looked at him, puzzled causing Nick to release a soft, nervous chuckle. "I mean, how? Do you want me to stand up and take them off or would you rather I just slip them off right here?"

A sheepish grin curved her mouth.   "Maybe it's my turn to see you now?" He kissed her nose and then her lips, agreeing. Reluctantly sliding off of her, he stood up and with one swift move, removed his swim trunks entirely, kicking them to the side.

Cassie took in the scene before her eyes as they drifted over Nick's body. His skin was perfectly tanned and so smooth. He was muscular and toned in all the right places, not for fitness but for strength and his tattoos, some she didn't even know he had, were vibrant and stunning. She longed to touch them; to trace every line of each one and feel him beneath her fingertips. He was beautiful.

A slight smile crept across Folio's face. Cassie's fixed stare on him was magnetic, pulling him willing back to her. Slowly climbing back onto the bed, he spread her legs apart again, making room for himself. His eyes glanced over her entrance, and Cassie caught the subtle smile that came and went. 

The thought that he was going to be the first man to enter her, to feel her tight walls squeeze around him until he made them collapse made Folio a little light-headed. He was about to take the most important thing a girl could give to a guy and the fact that Cassie chose him was unreal.  Looking into her soft hazel eyes and seeing them burn with desire made his cock twitch. Faintly, he grunted, pressing himself hard against her folds, exhaling in comfort once she relaxed and her legs went limp around him. 

"This feels unreal," he confessed. His lips were pressed tight against her neck, his favorite spot on her, nibbling on her pulse point.  "It does, doesn't it," she agreed.  Her breasts were flush against his chest, the quiet beating of her heart resonating in his body as he sniffed her neck and behind her ears, breathing in her perfect scent, before kissing her nose, her cheek, and then her lips again. Their eyes met and a silent moment passed between them. There was no need for talk, no need for any noise. Just the silence that swallowed them, bringing them closer together. 

"I love the way you look at me," Folio confessed, eyes darting back and forth between hers. Cassie grinned, running her nails gently over the skin of his back and sides. "The way you look every time you see me," kissing the end of her nose again, "the way you look when I touch you," running his fingers over sex and up her slit.  Cassie sucked in a quick breath, lifting a little and bringing her chest closer to Folio's mouth. He saw that as the perfect opportunity to take them into his mouth and so he did, running his tongue over her nipples and massaging their soft, tender flesh with one hand. A sweet moan slipped from her lips. 

"Goddamn that sound coming from that pretty little mouth of yours is going to drive me off the edge, baby," he confessed against her breast. He nipped her nipple, making her squeal. "Take me with you then," Cassie replied. Folio looked up at her, that sudden sparkle in her eye making her look so cute, and huffed a slight laugh, before going back to working her breasts. Cassie sighed, sinking into the bed sheets.

"Tell me, how do I look at you, Nick?" With her eyes closed, she ran her hands through Folio's hair repeatedly. Eventually, he brought his face back up to hers and their eyes found each other's, making Cassie's heart race again. How he could do that she'd never know, but every time Nick looked at her, it made her insides flutter like butterflies. Maybe that's what he meant.

Nick took a deep breath  "You look at me like you love me; as if you care deeply about me. No other girl has ever done that." Cassie's heart skipped a beat. She smiled warmly at him. "Really?" she asked, cocking her head a little. Folio nodded slowly, caressing the side of her thigh and around to her ass, pulling her pussy harder into his cock. He wanted to fuck her so bad.  Cassie pulled Nick's face down to kiss him, sliding her tongue inside his mouth and letting out a quiet moan as she tasted him. He pushed his hardness against her tender core making her gasp as a delightful look drifted over her face.

"Maybe I do." "Maybe?" He cocked an eyebrow. Cassie nodded. "Do you think I'd be beneath you right now if I didn't?" "Hmm good point," Folio chuckled, planting his lips firmly on hers again. He very slowly began to move against her sex, rocking back and forth and pushing in harder each time. Her fingers tightened on his back as their kiss quickly became heated.

"Ugh, Nick," Cassie breathlessly moaned, tilting her head back a little further, and closing her eyes.  "You like me teasing you, baby," he asked, enjoying the view.  "Mmmhmm," she nodded quickly.  He kissed her shoulder. When she opened her eyes, Nick saw the slight apprehension in her eyes. "What's wrong? Are you still okay with this? If you want me to stop, just tell me and I'll stop," he insisted, about to move off her and give her some space, but Cassie reached for him and pulled him back into her.  "Don't leave me," she pleaded, suddenly feeling awkward. "I just thinking," she hesitated, lowering her eyes and focusing on Nick's chest tattoo. 

The eagle was huge. Its wings stretched across one collarbone to the other and took up his entire chest cavity with the head and body resting at the bottom. The tail and feet that gripped the trout traveled further down, stopping only a few inches above his belly button, and expanded across to the bottom of each rib. Her fingers traced every line until Folio stopped them, bringing them to his lips.

"You just thought what?"  "Are you stalling?" His forehead creased. Folio wasn't following. "I was thinking maybe you don't want to do this. Or is it me? Am I overthinking too much?" He huffed a laugh, letting his head hang down.  "Is that what's got your pretty little mind all riled up? You think I don't want to have sex with you anymore because maybe I got enough satisfaction watching you cum all over my fingers?" Cassie swallowed hard, clenching her thighs together. "Something like that, yeah; maybe." "You're unbelievable, you know that? I wish I knew what makes you think about the things you do sometimes." Cassie shrugged her shoulders.

"You're crazy Cassie," he stated, sitting back on his knees and running his hands down her chest, over her breasts, down her stomach, and stopping right where he was straddling her leg; just above her pelvic area. Cassie's breath hitched in between her giggles. Nick slowly touched her, and with his thumb, began to slowly make small circles on her clit. Cassie whimpered, sitting up on her elbows to watch him. "I want to have sex with you, Cassie," Folio began, scooting a little further down, keeping his eyes on hers. "I want to make you feel so fucking good that you cry tears of ecstasy." He lowered his face closer to her heated sex, continuing eye contact. "But, I want it to be at your pace; not mine. I want you to feel safe and I want you to know that I've got all the time you need; I'm not going anywhere." 

He gently licked her clit, flicking it with his tongue, and caused her body to fall back against the sheets and arch up.  "Shit, Nick!" she cried, fisting his damp hair. He smiled against her skin kissing the tender flesh a little lower than where he started. Cassie moaned, tugging his hair.  "You've never been," his eyes drifted between her legs then back to hers.  She shook her head, giving him a firm "no". Folio's lips widened into his beautiful smile, easing Cassie's worries. "Oh shit," he said, licking his lips. His mouth watered at just the thought of him being her first.

"You know what I want to do right?" He needed to be sure Cassie was aware of everything that was going on so that she didn't feel or think the wrong things later on.  "Maybe," she whispered with a coy smile, biting the side of her thumb. "But why don't you tell me anyway," 

Folio clenched his teeth, squeezing her knees. She was playing a dangerous game with him. He was trying to be gentle with her, but at this point now, all he wanted to do was flip her over and take her at his hungry pace. "I want to eat you." His voice was deep and low, making Cassie's stomach muscles tighten as soon as he pushed her legs apart with some force. "I want to make you cum in my mouth." When his eyes gazed over her glistening pussy that was already wet just for him, hearing a soft whimper fall from her lips. 

His hands planted themselves on her breasts again, fingertips squeezing each nipple and making them hard and perky; just the way he liked them. Then he brought his mouth to each one, taking his time to suck and lick them until he was sure they were numb. The sounds that fell from Cassie's mouth made the precum ease out of his throbbing hard cock, instructing him to reach down and pump it a few times.    "Okay," Cassie said, biting her lip and nodding. "Okay, Nick. Do what," but her words faltered when she looked down at Nick and watched his mouth and tongue work her nipples effortlessly. If they could do that to her breasts then she could only imagine what they could do between her legs.

Folio didn't waste any time. He slid down to her sex, spreading her legs open a little more while gently running his finger down her folds. Glancing back up at her, he watched Cassie's head fall back against the pillow. He prodded her entrance with the tip of his finger, causing her to squirm and give him a slight little whine. Then lifting her leg and resting it on his shoulder, Folio pulled her down closer to his mouth, and dove in without hesitation. 

The second his tongue landed on her warm pussy and began to move, Cassie thought she would explode. She lost her composure, letting the cries and moans escape without thinking anything about it. Nick's mouth on her, his tongue deep inside her, made her entire world spin faster, and the heat pooling in her lower back told her she didn't have much longer before her second orgasm was about to rip through her. He pushed further into her sucking and working his face against her sensitive clit and Cassie couldn't resist the urge to shamelessly grind against his face. Folio's moans and soft mumbles that gave away his own pleasure, vibrated against her opening as he dove his tongue in, licking and swallowing everything his mouth came in contact with. 

Her cries suddenly became desperate and she attempted many times to cover them with her hand, but Nick stopped her every time.  "I want to hear you; I need to baby. Tell me how good I'm making you feel."  Her breath hitched each time Nick's teeth nipped her clit and from the way her stomach and her pussy clenched, he knew she was close.  "I know you're about to cum for me, sweetheart. Don't overthink it; just let it go."  

Cassie gripped the bed sheets, gathering them up in her fists. Nick's words were bringing her quicker to the edge, but she needed just one more thing to drag her over. As if he could read her mind, Folio inserted a finger into her, twisting as he slid in and out before curling it, making every muscle in her body tighten.  "Oh my God Nick," she moaned so loud, throwing her hand over her mouth. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, swallowing up every thought, and drowning her in only the feeling of Nick's mouth and hands. Her body shuddered, releasing her arousal that Folio willingly took. He moaned, pleased with his work, as his finger continued to work her through her orgasm. 

"Holy shit," Cassie cried, breathlessly, dragging her hands down her face. Her body was trembling, her legs were shaking, and as Folio wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before kissing her quivering lips, he lay in between her legs once more, pressed close against her. Tasting herself on his kiss, she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him close and holding him. "How did that feel?" he asked, not needing to know the answer, but his ego just wanted to hear her say it.  Cassie shook her head, her body still shaking. "There aren't enough words," she answered as he kissed her again. "I don't know if I want to know where you learned how to do that."

Nick smiled, planting kisses on the side of her face and neck. He positioned his over-stimulated cock against her entrance, hoping now he'd be able to find release.  "It doesn't matter. You're the only girl who's going to feel it from now on. It only matters how it makes you feel." His silver chain hung low, brushing Cassie's chin. She grabbed his face, forcing him to look at her. 

"Really? You don't want anyone else?" "No," he shook his head.  "But we haven't even had sex yet." Cassie ran her hands through his hair, something she found herself loving to do, and pushed it back out of his face. He kissed her wrist and then her lips. "I don't need to fuck you to know I don't want anyone else. No one else could make me feel the way you do. I already knew that; before we even started this."  "Really?" she asked again. "Really." He smiled. They took a moment to relish one another, enjoying the brief sound of just their heartbeats. "I want you inside me, Nick. Take me, use me, mold me, make me entirely yours." Cassie's words went straight to Folio's dick.  "Holy fuck, yes ma'am," he chuckled.

Fully confident now, he reached over to the bedside table and opened the drawer, retrieving a small foil packet. "You don't have to," Cassie said when she saw what Nick was holding. He narrowed his eyes, raising an eyebrow. "I'm allergic to latex," she admitted, blushing. "I've been on contraceptives for a while for other health reasons too." He frowned. "Anything serious?" Cassie shook her head. "Nope, just girl stuff." "Fuck, I knew you were too perfect," he laughed, throwing the packet on the floor and resuming his place in between Cassie's legs.  Cassie gazed up at him lovingly, reaching up and cradling his face in her hands.  "I won't break, so don't hold back, please. I want to feel all of you, Nicky," she said confidently. Her pet name for him would eventually be his undoing. The way it sounded, falling from her lips, made his stomach flutter.

"Spit," Folio commanded, holding his hand out. Cassie obeyed and he used it to pump himself a few times. He lined himself up at her entrance and slowly he entered her, pushing carefully through her incredible tightness that hugged his throbbing cock the further in he went. "Holy fuck, baby," Folio sighed, swallowed by her warmth and pleased with how well Cassie was taking him.  "You're so fucking tight," he grunted, pulling back out a little in an attempt to use her wetness as the lube he needed to go deeper. Cassie expelled a loud satisfactory moan the instant she felt him slide inside. Her breath quickened as she worked through the slight discomfort of the pressure of being stretched and was grateful when Folio found her lips to distract her 

He groaned deep in her throat. Finding her legs, he grabbed them and hitched them to his sides, commanding her to wrap them around his waist. Cassie clutched his biceps tighter, tilting her head back more and trying to get impossibly closer to him.  She felt fucking divine wrapped all around him as his thickness spread her open, the tender flesh sliding over his rigged, pulsing cock like it was the perfect glove. It gave him so much satisfaction; the kind he'd never felt before. "You good," he asked, pausing after seeing Cassie wince a little.  "Mmmhmm, I'm good, she nodded, eyes shut tightly. "God, I'm so good," she breathed, gasping the further she felt him go. She couldn't hold back the moans that escaped, no matter how hard she tried. 

"That's it, let me hear you baby, you sound beautiful."  Folio's praise was driving Cassie mad in the best way possible. It touched her heart knowing he was trying to make this moment as easy and enjoyable as possible. It made her want him even more. 

Once he was fully in, Folio lay there for a moment giving Cassie a moment to adjust making sure she was alright before continuing. Taking her legs and bringing them up higher she wrapped them around his waist again and slowly, while keeping direct eye contact with her, began to take her at his pleasure. Cassie whimpered, dissolving into the pleasure of Nick's rhythmic thrusts inside her. Her nails raked across his tight shoulder blades, the muscles beneath them that had been worked and shaped from all the years of drumming moving up and down with each push that was deeper than the last. Her hips moved with his as Folio filled her so full of him that she lost her breath every time he went hard into her.  His lips found her neck and they latched on to her skin. His hands found hers bringing them above her head and locking them together.

Cassie breathed in deeply inhaling his scent that she'd come to know well, one that always brought a sense of comfort and warmth. It had become her security. "You smell like home, Nicky," she spoke against his ear in between small gasps and moans. Cassie's breath on his skin gave him goosebumps. The way her body arched into him, molding itself around him like it was made for him, made his hard shaft throb even harder inside her wetness. He wanted to go hard and all he could think about was thrusting faster into her, grunting as he did so and feeling her push against him.    Cassie's back arched up toward him again, pressing her bare breasts against his chest. He squeezed her hands tighter and sucked her skin longer than intended. 

"You are home," he said, releasing her skin and licking the remaining saliva off before moving to another spot, pleased with the bruise he left behind. Her breath hitched when he lifted himself, pulled out a little bit, and then slammed harder back into her. 

"I'm your home now, sweetheart," he declared in between thrusts, enunciating his pet name for her her with such a hard one that Cassie cried out the prettiest moan he'd heard yet. She was quickly coming undone again. The whimpering of his name once he found that spot that made her walls flutter and tighten around his cock, brought out the most feral growl in Nick, forcing him to quicken his unrelenting tempo.

Muttering something against her lips and leaving only an inch or two between them, he slid his cock out so his tip is right at her entrance. Meeting her eyes, he gave her a devilish grin right before he slammed back into her. Cassie released a choke sob of pure pleasure.

He was close too, and he just couldn't get enough of Cassie. But he wanted this to last for as long as possible, so he slowed his pace, fucking her softly and massaging the now very tender flesh. His hands found her hair, releasing their grip on her hands, tangling themselves in her dark auburn locks. With a voice so low, he whispered, "Give me all of you, Cassie. Please? Be only mine. I don't want to see you with another man," he pleaded, slowing himself now to a slow, rhythmic tempo, pushing himself up to look her in the eyes.  Cassie brought her hands to his chest, smiling at the feeling of his hammering heartbeat, running them up and over his shoulders. He lowered his face and ghosted the tip of her nose with his, something he really loved doing, and breathed deeply. "You already have me, Nick. You've had me for a long time. Why do you think I always refused the phone numbers of all those other guys who tried to pick me up at shows? It's always been you; since the very first time I watched you set your drum kit up and you dropped that huge freaking Floor Tom on Kooter's foot. I thought he was going to kill you."

Folio laughed. His head fell into Cassie as his body shook.  "Nick?" "Yeah," raising his head and looking at her.  "I think I might be in love with you." ".......... Don't tease me; I'm not that tough," his face turning very serious. |She grinned. "I'm not teasing you, baby. I'm serious," caressing his cheekbone.  Folio intertwined their fingers together. "Is it time for us to stop lying to ourselves?

He began to move again, leaning back and repositioning Cassie's legs tightly around him. Her head fell back against the pillow with a soft smile gracing her lips and her expression turning angelic the moment he pushed up into her, hitting that perfect spot that pulled the right kind of sounds out of her. Folio continued to work her for a few moments, looking down and watching himself disappear into her body over and over, feeling more confident knowing now that what he'd feared would push her away was the very thing bringing them closer together.

"Yeah, I think it is," Cassie admitted between moans. "I'm in love with you Nick," she admitted again, squeezing tightly around him. Falling into her, Folio wrapped his arms around Cassie's body and while he was still inside her, pulled her until they were both sitting up and she was fully in his lap. Cassie threw her arms around his neck, holding onto him despite the sweat covering his chest and back, and together they moved, quickly overtaken by heavy breathing and voices of pleasure. "I love you, Cassie," Folio finally confessed against her lips, her hands tangled in his hair.  "I'm so fucking in love with you," he chuckled, as their teeth clashed together.  Her hot breath poured into his as their tongues fought for dominance,  "And if anyone has a problem with us, they can come fight me," he said, flipping her over onto her back again. Cassie squealed, giggling.  "You'd fight someone for me?" "I'd fight the entire world if it meant I'd still end up with you."

Folio chuckled again, kissing her forehead. He traced a path of kisses from her cheek, her nose, her lips, her neck, then back up to her lips where he devoured her mouth and unleashed all the passion he felt for her right in that moment. Watching as Cassie absorbed him and everything he was doing to her ignited a fire in him; a fire he would gladly let burn forever. 

With Cassie on her back, Folio dove back into her, determined to drive them both off the edge, but this time together.  Every thrust, every whisper, every kiss was her undoing. She kept him trapped inside her by locking her legs tightly around his waist and with every deep push he made in her, she moaned his name and cried out strings of words that made Folio's heart beat even faster. "Nick," she panted, urging him on, moving her hips to his and watching him.  "Louder baby," he growled through clenched teeth, quickening his pace. Cassie moaned followed by a slight cry.  "Nick, harder," she pleaded. Folio loved it when she begged. 

Surrounded by nothing but the sound of their breathing and their bodies coming together Folio managed to bring Cassie to the full height of her climax. With one quick push, he felt her tight fluttering walls collapse around him as her third orgasm came crashing through her, igniting both their bodies in a sensual fire unlike anything either one of them had felt before. It took him over the edge with her.  "Where do you want it, baby," he fervently pleaded. "In me," she softly cried with a shattered breath. Folio all too willingly obliged. His loud sudden grunt caused his body to shudder and in one more violent thrust, he emptied himself inside her, spilling his release all over her once-virgin walls that he now claimed as his. Shockwaves gripped his body, making him jerk and then finally collapse. 

They were quiet, panting with shaky breaths and letting their bodies come down slowly together. Folio thrusted inside her a few more times, milking himself before pulling out, earning him a sudden gasp and a whimper from the sleepy girl beneath him. "I'll be right back," Folio whispered, kissing Cassie's shoulder. She nodded tiredly, turning onto her side and curling her body up into itself. What felt like forever was only a few moments until Folio returned with some towels and a warm cloth.  "Here, let me see baby," he said, turning Cassie onto her back and wiping up his mess. He was gently and sweet, occasionally stealing a glance or two from her and seeing a faint smile grace her tired face. 

"There," tossing the towels on the floor. He opened his arms to her and she curled herself up against him. He held her close and kissed her hair, sighing over the feeling of her beautiful body pressed up against him. Cassie could feel his warmth and smiled as she closed her eyes, feeling cared for. Nick made no other effort to take things further, seeming to be quite content with how they were now and it made her feel safe. Wrapping her arms around his that were tangled in her body, she drifted off to sleep with Folio right behind her. 

"You know packing up your life and moving away from everything that you know just for a guy isn't the best idea." "Nick isn't just a guy. He's THE guy; he's my guy." Cassie drug the roll of tape across the closed box and marked it with the word "bathroom" across the top. "I support you. It's just dangerous, that's all." Cassie's friend lifted the packed box and walked out the bedroom door, hitting Folio in the shoulder on the way out, never apologizing. 

"I don't think she likes me very much," he pointed out, with a grin. Cassie stood up and grabbed Folio by the front of his red, sleeveless shirt and pulled him close to her. After removing his hat, small pieces of his hair fell into his face and Cassie could only stare up at him with such an adoring gaze. She was mesmerized by him. 

"You're staring again." "Am I?" "Yup." "You're making it hard not to." Nick smiled, kissing her softly. "That's my line, sweetheart." "Please, like you don't know how incredibly hot you are." He snickered. "Whatever you say."  Cassie stared at him, absorbing all of him that she could "You're my everything, Nicky." He kissed her nose as she laid her head on his chest.  "And you're my world," kissing the top of her head and holding her tightly against him.  They shared a kiss before grabbing a box each. "You ready to do this?" "More than ready. The movers will be here by seven in the morning and once they've loaded everything up, we're good to go." "I'm so glad you're doing this."  "Me too." With one more shared kiss, they picked up the remaining two boxes and left the room, closing the door behind them.

She looked at him as a friend until she realized she loved him. He looked at her a little too long until he realized she was more than just his friend. Meeting each other was fate, becoming friends was a choice, but falling in love was out of their control. It was simply meant to be.