#Gotta start small to get big but when doing big stuff still need the small now and then heh

[thewritetofreespeech]

Doritos are not breakfast

Another beautifully day at Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Hospital. And it looked like they were already going to be overrun with how deep the waiting room was.

Robby clocked in for his shift, put his stuff in his locker, then went to the breakroom to get a cup of coffee. He was going to need it this morning, it seemed, and at his age he refused to drink energy drinks.

As he came into the breakroom a familiar, but out of place, face was still there. Sitting in what looked to be an uncomfortable manner at a small table with her phone in her hand and an array of snack chips littered around.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were on shift today.”

“I’m not.” [Y/N] told him. “I’m off from last night. My frickin’ car won’t start.”

Robby let out a long ‘oof’, “that sucks. Is it just the battery or….”

“I wouldn’t know what a catalytic converter was even if you hit me with one.” A loud crunch echoed through the breakroom as [Y/N] ate a handful of Doritos and Robby chuckled. It was sad to think about, but there had been more than one occasion when a member of the ER staff had gone out and their tires were slashed, or the windows punched out. No good deed and all that.

“So, you’re just waiting here to get a ride or something?”

“Nah, AAA is supposed to come check it out. Give me a jump hopefully.” She made little prayer hands to emphasis the ‘hopefully’ and took another big crunch of her chips.

Robby nodded, but then paused and gave them a critical look. “That’s not your breakfast then, is it?”

“Why? Do you want some?”

[Y/N] held out the bag out to offer Robby some of her horde, but he crinkled his nose. “Doritos aren’t breakfast.”

“Uh…they are if you eat enough of them.” [Y/N] retorted. “And neither is black coffee.” She then clipped back in a haughty tone to match his superior one. “At least mine has some measure of protein and thinking calories.”

“And a bunch of Red 40.” [Y/N] tsked her teeth at him and proceeded to eat another handful of chips. Seemingly out of spite at this point.

Robby sighed. Then he reached into his back pocket for his wallet. “Here,” he handed $20 bucks to [Y/N] from across the table. “Go down to the cafeteria and get a fruit cup at least. Or go to the diner and get some eggs.”

[Y/N] seemed surprised by the offer, but took the $20 regardless. “$20? In this economy.” Robby chuckled. “….thanks…”

“You’re welcome.”

Just then [Y/N]’s phone buzzed to let her know that AAA had arrived. “I gotta go. Try not to make anyone cry today.”

“No promises.” Robby told her. “Hey, make sure you use that $20 to get something nutritious!” He then called after [Y/N] as they left the breakroom.

“No promises!” She called back. Then headed out the door with Doritos in hand.

Robby chuckled as he watched her go. “Worst $20 I ever spent.

[darnell-la]

𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗦 𝗔 𝗕𝗜𝗚 𝗗𝗢𝗚

pairing: the worst!logan howlett x younger generation!reader

warnings: Logan easing into the new world and generation, mention of Wade trying to get roommate!reader and Logan together, making a TikTok, sniffing, smut, etc.

note: “she don’t want no puppy! She wanna BIG dawg!”

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Logan had thought living with Wade would be a bad idea. He belonged in his last universe with what he’s done. He brought himself down for years, mentally and physically, hoping the pain would stop. Thankfully, it finally had.

It’s been almost a year since Logan has lived with Wade and his younger roommate. The match seemed off when he first met her, but after the first hour, she knew why she and Wade were close friends.

The girl was in college, young, pretty, had a small job at the campus, and loved parties, and things that Wade did daily.

Logan had a small argument with y/n a couple of weeks ago after she gifted him an iPhone. She said he needed it to keep in touch with her and Wade. She also said he needed a bit of humor.

He had no idea what that meant until she made a TikTok for the man. The videos that came up on his page didn’t make sense to him, he he still laughed at them.

He had no idea what happened to himself, but sending memes to y/n every hour was a habit.

After sending y/n a TikTok video, he swiped and came across a sound that confused him.

The man in the video was lip-syncing a song as she showed his muscles. Logan gave a disgusting look at his phone, thinking the man looked ridiculous until he read the title.

“When she chose you because you’re height starts with a six and your weight starts with a two”

Logan sent the video to y/n, asking her what he meant by that. He didn’t know being a muscle-tall man was a trend.

“Logan, I’m in the room next to you, just come here!” Y/n shouted in her room, making him sigh loudly as he got off of the couch for the first time in what felt like days.

“I just wanted to know what he meant? Like is being big and tall a trend? Like, if that’s the case, then I’d be viral,” Logan used words that y/n and Wade ran him by.

“God, Logan — Do people your age question everything?” Y/n checked her phone and noticed what trend he sent her. She’s thought about this trend but with Logan in it. He fits it perfectly, but Wade would tease her if she’d ever brought it up.

“I’m just askin', Bub. Seemed stupid to me,” Logan shrugged his shoulders. “Because you haven’t tried it,” y/n defended her generation. “So, you’re into that stuff? God, y/n — Never knew you’d be one of those kids,”

“I do like it, and since you’re so boring, we’re gonna have you do it, so c’mere,” y/n stood up from her bed and placed her phone down on her desk after clicking the sound.

“Gotta take your shirt off for it,” y/n lied, but she knew he’d do it, even if he complained. “No fuckin’ way, bub,” Logan laughed as he turned around to go back to his sofa until she grabbed his arm softly.

“Please! You never do TikTok’s with me,” y/n fake cried, annoying him in an instant. “Ain’t takin’ my shirt off for no little girls online. I’d get, what’s it called? Canceled?” Logan said, making her laugh.

“Logan, you sound stupid as fuck. Take off the shirt — Unless you’re jealous they look better than you,” y/n shrugged her shoulders as she went back to her bed to sit down, acting like she didn’t care to get a reaction out of him.

“Bub, you know I look better than them, so stop the lyin,” Logan felt a bit upset at her words. Y/n ignored him for what felt like hours, so he sighed and gave up. “Swear to god, I’d Wade say some shit about this, I’ll kill him,”

Logan and y/n worked on the TikTok for an half hour, trying to get the right angle since he kept saying he didn’t look good enough.

Y/n never complained. Watching him walk through her door repeatedly, then editing the video in slow motion, made her stomach tingle.

At first, Logan felt uncomfortable. She could smell the young lady, but he didn’t want to say anything. He’d be a pervert if he did, so he kept quiet, thinking it would go away, but he knew her spot grew bigger.

“So, you think I’m a big dog?” Logan genuinely asked as y/n began to edit the TikTok video. “What makes you think that?” She asked; thinking she nailed her scared response, but Logan saw the quick stutter in her fingers as she typed on her phone.

“Just askin, bub,” Logan said before taking a small sniff. He was leaning on her doorway as she sat on her bed. He was so far., yet she smelt so close.

He cussed himself out in his head, upset that Wade had won this “you’ll like her eventually” argument. Logan swore she was too young, and even made her feel a bit bad.

He had thought y/n had moved on, maybe got over the thought of her having a chance with Wade’s new friend, but the smell she had, is making him go insane.

All she’s doing is making a TikTok. That’s it, but he can’t stop thinking about the spot she’s soaking in her panties. He felt nasty, but in a good way after a while. The lust was taking him over.

“You happy you’ve got your little video?” Logan asked as he kicked off of her dorm frame and walked towards her bed to sit next to her.

“Yes, finally,” she smiled at him before continuing her edit. Logan scanned the girl's body slowly, watching how spotty her breathing was, seeing goosebumps form on her arms, and watching her leg shake a bit.

“Is that so?” He asked as he placed his hand on her thigh. She’s always been a sweet bean to him, but he ignored it. He tried his best to prove Wade wrong, but she was hard to ignore, and Wade knew that. Wade knew y/n would bring something out in the grumpy old man.

“Mhm hm,” Y/n mumbled as she pushed the post on her phone. “Think it’ll get a lot of likes,” she looked to the side at Logan who was now closer than she thought.

“And why is that? I look good?” He asked her, eyes on her soft and pretty lips. “Uh, yeah — Think the viewers will like it,” she awkwardly smiled, feeling her heart raise.

“Think you liked it more than the viewers will,” Logan almost whispered. Y/n just noticed how his shirt was still off. Why was his shirt still off?

“Seen you repost that video, y/n. You’re not slick,” Logan spoke about the video he had sent her. “Think you were thinkin’ about me when you did it,” the man smirked.

“I- I was just reposting,” Y/n stuttered as his hand slowly cupped her chin. “Guess I’m not the big dog you’re lookin’ for them,” Logan faked sighing as he pulled his hand back.

Before he could turn around to get up, y/n grabbed his face and pulled him into a short but long kiss, hoping to get the best out of this one-time thing.

“Told you last you, you ain’t for me, baby,” Logan said, making y/n look down in embarrassment. “I know,” she said. “I lied — Was just goin’ through a little somethin,” Logan admitted before pulling her back into a kiss, this time rough.

Y/n gasped as he breathed into her mouth, sucking on her lips like he’d starved for days. “Lo,” y/n moaned low at the feeling of his pulling her into his rough kisses.

Logan decided to push Y/n down on her bed and lean over her, keeping their lips together. Y/n instantly wrapped her legs around the man, pulling him closer as he moved his hips, grinding on her to feel the pressure.

“Oh, fuck,” Logan groaned in between their kiss, feeling his cock leak already. “If I fuck you, Wade wins,” Logan pulled back from the girl, taking a look into her eyes. She thought the man would leave, get off of her and never speak to her again, until he assured her, he was staying.

“Fuck it — Can’t resist you anymore, baby,” Logan smashed his lips back onto the young lady's lips, kissing her roughly as he tugged on his jeans. All y/n had to do was pull up the gown she wore almost every day she was off of work when she was too lazy to dress up.

“Wait- We need a condom,” y/n leaned up, but Logan pushed her back down. “Oh, no we don’t. Your cunts leaking too much for me to not feel her,” Logan said. She was confused, not knowing how he knew she was wet until she thought to herself.

He’s a mutant. His only powers can’t be regeneration and speed.

“Fuck, I-“ y/n cut herself off, embarrassed at her pervy actions. He probably smells her all the time. “Caught red-handed,” Logan chuckled as he put his cock in hand.

“Always wet around the house. Teasin’ me and basically beggin’ for me every day. Wished I took you to my room when I first met you. Maybe by now, we’d have our little family,”

Logan pushed into the girl, giving her no time to think about what he had just said about a family.

She’s never thought of a family with Logan. It’s not he wasn’t father material, it’s the fact she’s only been thinking about him pleasing her, and pleasing her only.

“Fuck, that’s it,”

[melodyofmbaku]

Signed in Crayon, Sealed in Cash (Smoke Moore x Annie x Stack Moore)

Preview: "Ain’t nothing to stress about mama. We done did this before.” he said while zipping up the back of her dress. 

Warning ⚠️: They're a Trio Word Count: 1.6k A/N Something less heavy but hopefully no less enjoyable. I really appreciate your comments/reblogs, it's what keeps me writing. Can't wait to hear what ya'll think! 😘 My Masterlist ___

The Moore’s had a problem. She was about 3 ft. tall and 5 years old. And a perfect combination of their unit. 

They really didn’t know what they were expecting. With their personalities it was no surprise that Ari turned out the way that she did. 

Smart, fearless, and most of all spoiled. 

That’s how the three found themselves in their bedroom discussing just how they got here.  

“You be telling her stuff Annie. Playing both sides against each other when it suits you.” Stack accused. He was looking at her through the mirror as he did up his shirt. 

Annie shrugged and admitted while lotioning her legs as she sat on the stool of her vanity.

“Just evening the playing field. It’s been ya’ll vs. me for so long. Lord saw it fit I get some backup. Ain’t a crime.” She huffed. 

“It’d be easier if your brother didn’t train her to be a master negotiator.” She looked at Smoke pointedly. 

The man sat on the bed and struggled to do up his cufflinks. He liked when Ari was able to make a good case. Prepositions and negotiations. He was setting her up for her future. 

Ari believed everything could be discussed. That made things particularly difficult when her parents wanted her to do simple things like eat her breakfast or take a bath. 

He shrugged. “That ain’t a bad thing. She’s our firstborn, she gon’ have responsibilities one day.” 

Still fiddling with the link he continued.

“It’s Stack’s “Whatever Ari wants Ari gets” mindset that’s the issue.” he said. 

“Oh I’m wrong?” The younger twin responded. 

“You want our baby to be out there — wanting? When she got not 1 but 2 able bodied daddies and a mama to boot? The hell she will.”

“Ari gets what Ari wants. And that’s law.” The man huffed before stalking over to do up his brother’s cufflinks. 

“Well that law is why we gotta put on this big ol’ party. Mind you— it’s for the dang dog.” Annie deadpanned. 

“You love that dog.” Stack replied over his shoulder... “It’s your dog!” 

“Not the point.” She replied singsongingly. 

But it was true — Ari had them getting all dressed up to throw a birthday party for their rottweiler — Peony — named after Annie's favourite flower.  She had had them invite the neighbors and everything. 

It was a sight to see Smoke standing uncomfortably at their neighbours door inviting them over for a party over the weekend. He thought about bailing but when he looked down at the small hand that held his on those doorsteps — how could he not do everything she wanted? 

At first the trio thought she'd forget about it. Let things die down, she was a kid. How hard would it be? But not their Ari, she was steady counting down the days. 

Smoke recalled knocking on her bedroom door earlier in the week to get her up and downstairs for breakfast. Annie had sent him up and little did he know he’d come down with a tot and a task.

He had barely got her into the kitchen before the girl started her campaign.

“It’s bout’ 4 days for Peony’s party, daddy. I’m gon’ need a new dress.” She said while scooting into her chair at the table.

Smoke grimaced. Earlier that week Annie had whispered sweet things into his ear and looked at him with them eyes and he found himself signing a cheque to add a plethora of new crystals to her collection — it was witchcraft if you asked him.  

Ari wasn’t big on things like that but she was big on looking pretty. If he’d have to blame anyone for that it’d be Stack - she def got that from him.

Annie—still tugging her robe belt into a hurried knot—arched a brow. Ten seconds earlier she’d been pinned between Stack and the corner cabinets, with hands greedily exploring her body and lips full of flour-dusted promises. The moment little footsteps hit the stairs, Stack sprang back, palms in the air like a boy caught in the pantry.

Now he leaned against the counter, trying for nonchalance.

“Thought Peony was happy just turnin’ six with extra gravy,” Annie said, smoothing her collar.

“Peony’s a lady, Mama. Mr. Whitlock’s taking a picture, and I gotta look fancy standing next to her.”

Stack stifled a grin and leaned on the counter. “Girl’s got priorities. Told Whitlock I’d give ’im fifty cents to set up the backdrop.”

Smoke crouched to put slippers on her feet, hiding the faint tremor in his wrist. “Pictures cost money. I best hear a counter-offer, Miss Moore.”

Ari pulled a folded paper from her dress pocket —crayoned swirls titled Daddy & Me. She slid it into his hands like a lawyer presenting evidence.

Stack gave a low whistle. Annie’s mouth twitched.

Smoke shot them a look.

He felt his chest thud a slow, traitorous beat. She knew how to pull on his heart strings. He smoothed the paper. “Fine draftsmanship,” he murmured. “But a good proposition needs terms.”

She lifted 3 little fingers.

“I’ll take my bath every night ’til the party— with no sassin’.”

“Well praise be.” Annie muttered. 

“I’ll eat all my breakfast, even when there ain’t peaches.” She looked at Stack pointedly. 

The girl was obsessed with peaches. She’d have em’ on the side of every breakfast if she could. On days she couldn't, she rarely cleared her plate.

Stack scoffed. He had a tendency to fuss when she didn’t eat enough, it looked like she knew exactly what it’d do to him. 

“Mama gets a dress too, ’cause she works hardest.” Her third and final term. 

Annie grinned. ““That’s my girl.”

Peony’s tail thumped beneath the table as if seconding the motion.

The man looked from Ari’s earnest face to Annie’s surprised smile, then back. He blew out a breath. How could he say no to his girls?

“Reckon that’s a respectable bargain,” he said, tapping the paper once. “But keep every promise, else that dress stays at the shop. Your mama will take you on Friday.”

Ari grinned wide before rewarding him with a smooch on his cheek. “Yes, sir!” She grabbed her piece of toast and scurried back up to her bedroom. No doubt to scheme and celebrate some more.

Stack muttered, “Dog’s birthday gonna bankrupt us,” but the pride in his voice gave him away.

Peony barked once—deal sealed and Mr. Whitlock’s fifty cents practically spent.

The girl had won. Again.

Smoke glanced at Annie— lips kiss bruised, robe belt in a crooked knot—and at Stack, who tried to look serious while hiding a proud grin. For half a second Smoke thought we’re raising a tiny Stack in ribbons and lace. The idea was terrifying.

Smoke shook his head before he tucked the drawing into his pocket, half-amused, half-resigned. Four days, he’d thought. Girl’s gonna hold us to every word.

Four dawns later, the house hummed with party nerves as they continued to get dressed.

Back in the master bedroom Smoke buttoned a starched collar, Stack tugged suspenders into place, and Annie—in a half-fastened dress—did up the clasp of her bracelet while side-eyeing the men.

Stack continued on.  “Never seen a dog rack up so many charges.”

Annie scoffed. “Dog didn’t do it—your daughter did.” She smoothed her bodice, thinking how Ari had spent the last three evenings taking her baths without sass and gulping every crumb of breakfast down without peaches.

“I’ll fry up the catfish around 6. That time everyone would had come round’ — Sun would be lower. ” she said to herself, almost a reminder. 

Stack looked up from his brothers cufflinks before crossing over to his wife. He took her hand and pulled her up from her vanity to assess her, brushing some lint off her dress.

He wasn't ignorant to the fact that Annie wanted the party to be perfect for her baby, regardless of the occasion.

“Ain’t nothing to stress about mama. We done did this before.” he said while zipping up the back of her dress. 

He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “You a good mother. She loves you so much. We talk bout’ spoiling her, but we’d have it no other way. Just a couple hours now.”

She took a breath, and looked up at her man before responding, softer. “After the party, she’ll be asleep in five minutes.”

Smoke confirmed from across the room. “Whole house will.”

Stack stopped them. “Nah, then it’s grown-folk time.” Smiling wickedly. 

Smoke’s mouth curved— “Let’s get through the day before we talk grown-folk plans.”

Stack snagged the tin of pomade, Smoke pocketed the bow for Ari's hair, and Annie gathered her skirt. Together—three parents in harmony—they headed down to the yard, ready to celebrate the most elaborate Rottweiler birthday rural Mississippi had ever seen.

It wasn’t long before the party was in full swing. The backyard bloomed with bustle: neighbors laughing over lemonade jars, kids darting after bubbles, and Mr. Whitlock adjusting his big box camera beside the barn wall.

Peony—ribbon tied, coat brushed—sat on a low crate like a queen in waiting. Ari, face bright with excitement, raced over the grass toward her parents.

“Picture time!” she squealed, tugging Annie’s hand first, then Smoke’s sleeve, then Stack’s trouser leg for good measure.

Annie knelt, smoothing Ari’s dress. “Where you want us, Sugar?”

Ari pointed—one finger left, one right—no words needed. Smoke took his place to Peony’s left; Stack claimed the right. Annie settled between the dog and her daughter, fitting just so.

Whitlock ducked under the dark cloth, shouted, “Hold still… three… two—”

Click.

For a second, everything held: Ari’s proud grin, Peony’s patient pant, Annie’s soft exhale, the boys steady hands resting atop Annie’s back.

The moment printed itself on more than just film.

The party rolled on—getting funner as the night progressed, children chasing chickens, Peony gnawing a birthday bone bigger than her head. The trio moved through it together—not flawless, but whole—while Mr. Whitlock’s camera cooled in the shade, holding proof that love, once negotiated, can still develop clear.

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A/N Thought I'd give ya'll some sugar after what I put you though in Touch of a Woman 🤭 For those curious about how we got here... you'd enjoy Late, but Loved.

I am still working on the fic with Annie soft-domming Smoke. This has been one of the most challenging works I've written. I've got to get the dynamic just right. But it will come!

Always eager to hear your thoughts and encouragement it keeps me writing. Can't wait to hear what ya'll think 🥰

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[sunderwight]

Bingqiu roleswap where disciple Shen Yuan knows he's gay, and figures out that he has a big huge crush on his handsome Shizun, but also concludes nearly at once that he's not going to be drawing Luo Binghe's eye any time soon. Firstly, Luo Binghe is notoriously straight. Secondly, even if he weren't, he wouldn't go for his scrawny untalented nerd of a disciple! Shen Yuan's not bad looking, not before or after transmigrating, but he's neither a beautiful nor a hot manly man, and he assumes if Luo Binghe were into dudes he'd be into the same kinds of twunks that Shen Yuan likes. Guys on his own level, etc etc.

Plus Luo Binghe hated the original disciple Shen, and only started to warm up to the transmigrated version after Shen Yuan got injured in front of him trying to stop the other disciples on the peak from killing a small animal. For some reason, Luo Binghe brought Shen Yuan medicine. He got even nicer after Shen Yuan distracted the skinner demon by trying to convince it to take his skin instead of Luo Binghe's, and then again when Shen Yuan successfully fought off a demon invader -- though initially when Luo Binghe volunteered him for that job, he thought it was an assassination attempt. His heart was in his throat when Luo Binghe nearly took a poisoned blow for him, but luckily he reacted more quickly and got hit by the thorns instead. His heavenly demon blood took care of the poison, and he managed to convince everyone that he narrowly avoided getting cut at all.

Shen Yuan's careful not to read anything into it when Luo Binghe finds out about his, erm, uncomfortable dormitory situation and moves him into the side room, or when he completely messes up trying to make dinner and Luo Binghe takes over cooking and bans him from the kitchen (he swears he's not actually that bad at cooking, he just never had to use a kitchen without a microwave or an electric hot plate before...)

After all, it's not like Luo Binghe is cooking for him, he's just making food he likes and letting Shen Yuan eat it too! Because he's nice! He's way nicer than the book gave him credit for being, see, clearly Shen Yuan was correct in signing up for his defense squad, "top ten worst villains of all time" his ass that poll was nonsense...

Unfortunately, though, the plot's still gotta plot. Shen Yuan is heartbroken when the Immortal Alliance Conference rolls around and his shizun stabs him and throws him down into the Endless Abyss. Heartbroken, but not surprised. After all, it was always going to go this way, wasn't it?

But at least, now that it's done, he has some agency in how he reacts to it. He's changed the story enough that he doesn't need to go get revenge. Maybe Luo Binghe's still the villain of his story, maybe that was inevitable, but some heroes let the villains get away. Don't they? It's all part of that noble, breaking the cycle of abuse type stuff. He can be that kind of hero. He can let it go. As long as he avoids Luo Binghe altogether, it should be fine, right? It's not like he's obligated to turn people into human sticks. He asked the system, he's definitely not!

Technically he's not even required to conquer the demon realms. He just has to get out of the Abyss and the be sufficiently cool and/or tragic. Conquest is just one means of doing that, and not even Shen Yuan's preferred, since he doesn't exactly want to rule over anybody. Going around the demon realms beating up some jackasses and rescuing some damsels in distress and becoming sworn brothers with Shang Qinghua, one of the current demon kings, is suitable. He definitely doesn't want to marry any of the damsels he encounters (thank fuck the system lets him off the hook for that!)

But eventually he has to go back to the human world. Not only is it mandated by the system, but he also misses living there. The demonic realms are in many ways better than expected, plus a lot of the monsters are really cool, but he misses the weather and plants and the people he's more accustomed to being around.

He misses Qing Jing Peak, if he's being honest with himself. Shizun's cooking and the bamboo forest and the crisp mountain breezes, the comforts of home.

Not that he can actually go back there in specific. Of course not. If he did that, Luo Binghe would try to kill him, or else the system would try and make him kill Luo Binghe. Bad ideas all around. No, he can't go back to Qing Jing Peak, but he can go find someplace nicer than the demon realms at least. He just has to keep a low profile, which shouldn't be hard since the original goods did that even while actively scheming to kill his former master!

Except.

Everywhere he goes, suddenly Luo Binghe is also there?!

Good thing Shen Yuan thought to take a page out of the book of Luo Binghe's actual love interest, Liu Mingyan, and start wearing a veil. He just didn't want any randos who might have seen him at the Immortal Alliance Conference or on any of the other missions his shizun sent him on to recognize him. But one minute he's investigating a strange case in Jinlan City, and the next the streets are full of Huan Hua cultivators (Shen Yuan has no intention of joining them, that's the path the original took to getting revenge! He doesn't want revenge!), and then Luo Binghe and Sect Leader MBJ and Peak Lord SHL show up, and SY is ducking down alleys and hiding behind columns, just trying to stay out of the way until the lockdown on Jinlan lifts and he can leave.

Except...

Luo Binghe really isn't acting like himself?

He looks like he hasn't been eating or sleeping well. There are dark circles around his eyes, and something almost melancholy in his countenance. And he's dressed entirely in white, none of the usual Qing Jing greens and blues anywhere to be seen. Of even greater concern, he's being reckless. Shen Yuan can't stop himself from rushing out when he sees his former shizun get infected by a sower demon.

Luckily, it's been some years since the last time they saw one another. Shen Yuan's gained a few inches in height, so he's almost at eye-level with his old master now, and though he's still more slender than bulky he's picked up some totally new styles from training the demon realms. He doesn't move the same way he used to. With that, plus the veil, it's enough for him to quickly swallow back his words as he grabs Luo Binghe and quickly administers a cure for the sower infection.

Well, he has one of course. He wouldn't need it himself, heavenly demon blood and all, but his time running around playing hero in the demon realms meant he rescued a lot of humans from such fates. Which is hard to do if you don't have a cure to their afflictions, but between him and Shang Qinghua, sourcing such things was almost easy.

Luo Binghe looks at him like he's just seen a ghost. The other Cang Qiong sect members are alarmed by SY suddenly accosting one of their own and of course find him suspicious, so he runs away right after, and then he has to lose Sha Hualing's pursuit in the city.

But what else could he do? He manages to evade the system's attempts to railroad him into meeting Gongyi Xiao, avoids the rest of the Cang Qiong crowd, and drops some of the cure through the current Qian Cao peak lord's window to get the incident sorted out. Then he flees and puts a good amount of distance between himself, Jinlan City, and every righteous sect he can think of.

The only problem is that after this point, Luo Binghe is everywhere.

Any time Shen Yuan stays in one place for longer than a few days, Qing Jing disciples start turning up. Any time he takes a job hunting some cool-sounding monster or pursuing some interesting tome of knowledge, the better to satisfy the system, it seems like Luo Binghe has selected and gone after the exact same target! Which is especially annoying because back when SY was a disciple, Luo Binghe was always assigning him to do this stuff. Since when does his chronic homebody master have an interesting in six-tailed scorpion lemurs or ancient spiritual kilns?

What's weirder, though, are the rumors.

It seems like any time SY stops at some well-populated place and asks for the latest gossip, he has to hear about how the Qing Jing peak lord lost his beloved disciple during the Immortal Alliance Conference, and mourned like a widow, and now wanders the earth in search of solace for his grief. Seeking something, possibly even the ghost of his dear disciple.

What nonsense! Luo Binghe threw SY into the Abyss himself. He had to do it, it was the plot! And also his obligation as a righteous cultivator, confronted with a "dangerous" half-demon. Does it sting? Yes it stings! That's why SY wouldn't just forget it! Despite logically knowing it's pointless, is there some part of him that wishes his master would have chosen differently? That thinks he should have known that no matter what kind of power Shen Yuan had, he would never use it to hurt people recklessly, or harm innocents, or especially not harm... well. It's pointless, his blood condemned him, and if there is some part of Luo Binghe which regrets what happened, it's doubtless just that he unwittingly harbored a monster for so long.

Which is fine and Shen Yuan would leave it at that, if the guy would just let him!

But no. Instead he has to deal with Luo Binghe turning up and asking him questions, trying to get him to talk (SY has no hope of disguising his voice, if he says anything he's not even sure it won't crack as he comes perilously close to tears instead, so he just stays silent), and then asking for his name, asking if he's mute, asking about his background, his sect, his kin. Is his a righteous cultivator? Where did he get that sword? (NOT Xin Mo, thanks, he used that thing once and then tossed it back into the Abyss before the portal finished closing behind him -- he knows a poisoned chalice when he sees one, although knowing the plot twist about that sword from the novel sure helped.) Where did he learn those forms? Is he... does he have a safe place to go home to? Someone to tend his injuries? Make sure he eats his meals?

SY, of course, stays silent. But it's difficult. Not only because Luo Binghe asks, but because he still looks... bad. Sunken, sorrowful, desperate almost. Shen Yuan can't figure out if he knows or not. Maybe he's unsure, maybe he's looking for SY to give him a sign, so that he can figure him out and then flip a switch and try to finish the job he started.

That can't happen. If they fight, SY will win, and he doesn't want to hurt Luo Binghe.

But even if Luo Binghe's not a heavenly demon, he is a highly accomplished cultivator, and it seems he's got his own breaking points to reach. Eventually he corners SY and gets a hand on his veil, and for a moment SY is sure he's going to rip it off, see his face, and confront him all "I knew it was you, you twisted evil demon, you won't escape justice a second time" and he feels a deep, icy terror close around his lungs--

Luo Binghe lets go of the veil before he can lift it.

But then something even worse happens. Because Shen Yuan's handsome, peerless, noble master breaks down. He falls to his knees, begging forgiveness, sobbing, clutching at his head like he's being driven to madness.

It all spills out of him, then. How he pushed his own dearest disciple into the Abyss, which obviously SY already knew, but also how he was apparently qi-deviating the whole time, and his senses could not differentiate between one kind of demonic "threat" and another. How he realized what he'd done only after he regained his senses hours later, and rushed back to the place where the tear to the Abyss had opened, but could not find a way in after the one he lost. How he had betrayed and thrown away the only person who cared about him, and couldn't even explain that he hadn't intended to. How he would accept anything, any punishment, hatred, penance, or revenge, if only he could see his disciple's face once more.

SY is stunned.

Apparently, Luo Binghe hadn't rejected him for his demon blood?

Not only that, but beforehand, he seemed to have valued Shen Yuan a lot more than Shen Yuan would have credited.

Is it a trick? Is he lying? SY would have guessed so, would have assumed that Luo Binghe's plan was to lull him into complacency only to turn on him once he finally had confirmation. But somehow, he just... doesn't think this is an insincere display. His old master is too cool for this stuff! He has too much dignity to just throw it away on a scheme! There are other ways to get what he wants.

Even if it is a lie, Shen Yuan is tired of running. He's the hero. He won't actually lose, and if it comes to it, it's still in his hands to decide if he wants to spare Luo Binghe or not (he does, of course he does, even if this whole spiel is an act). Plus he's got a backup plant body in one of Shang Qinghua's greenhouses if all goes to shit.

He takes the veil off himself.

Luo Binghe, teary-eyed, stares at him as if his face is the most beautiful he's ever seen.

Shen Yuan nearly puts the veil back on. His cheeks heat up. Dear Shizun, aren't you an immortal master? A noble peak lord? Isn't it your calling to vanquish demons? Get up off the dirty ground right this minute! Where did your dignity go? Shen Yuan did not spend all those nights doing the laundry to watch his teacher dirty his knees for no good reason!

There's a quaver in Luo Binghe's voice as he points out that Shen Yuan was terrible at doing laundry. Luo Binghe had to redo it the day after, all the time.

Shen Yuan chides at him that he should have made one of the other disciples do it then.

Luo Binghe just laughs, and stays on the ground, until finally Shen Yuan has to physically pull him up. Muttering about how he's being ridiculous, what's he crying for, why's he been moping so much, doesn't he know that handsome face should never look so bereft? Then he realizes what he's saying and shuts his mouth, but Luo Binghe just looks happy for the first time in years. Since the Abyss. How is it possible that SY, who actually had to slog through that awful place, can still smile more than Luo Binghe, who didn't?

They're standing so close. Holding on to one another. Almost as if... as if the scene's tone is... well...

Oh what the hell!

Shen Yuan closes the last little bit of distance between them, and kisses Luo Binghe.

[weeping-treee]

A Desperate Man- Part 12

Simon fucking loves you. Almost too much.

All parts here

2,100 words

This man loves you.

I mean LOVES you.

You realize quickly that Simon shows it in actions more than words—because when he tries to talk about it, it damn near short-circuits him.

So there you sit, quietly in the tub together.

His fingers massaging shampoo into your hair? Fucking heaven.

Then knowing to leave your conditioner in for a few minutes before rinsing it? Jesus, if you could get this man pregnant, you would.

Then he insists on drying your hair off and you off, and you just look up at him with that sleepy love the whole time.

You're capable. He knows that. You definitely know that... but why deny being pampered by a man like him?

He smiles softly down at you before kissing your head and allowing you to get dressed for work, still grumpy himself about being on leave while he heals up.

As if he didn't pound you into the bed an hour ago...

You get dressed, coffee already wafting from the kitchen—sharp and rich in your sinuses.

You follow the smell and lean against the doorframe, taking in the sight of that big burly man clad in only sweats in your kitchen, making you coffee... even if he hates the stuff.

He drinks plain Earl Grey tea—like the goddamn psychopath he is. But you love him nonetheless.

But he looks damn good in your kitchen. Walking around like he's been there before—he hasn't—but has a confidence about him like he owns the place. Granted, he has that same confidence everywhere, but in your space? It means so much more, like you’ve made a space safe enough for him to feel that way.

But every now and then—when he catches your eye and you’re just watching him—that confidence flickers. He fidgets. Glances away. Like he still can’t believe he’s allowed to have this. You.

“You keep lookin’ at me like that,” he murmurs as you sip your coffee, “I’m gonna start thinking I’m handsome or something.”

“You are.”

He smirks, ears tinting pink. “Well… suppose I’ll let you say it, just this once.”

A beat.

“...Maybe twice. If you really mean it.”

"Atta boy, you're learning." You tease.

"Keep it up and you won't be getting to base on time." He turns and leans against the counter, arms crossed against his chest.

You chuckle softly, heading over to pour yourself a cup of coffee, standing beside him, shoulder to shoulder. "You gonna be alright here alone?"

He hums softly and nods before speaking. "I'll be alright, love. Go save some lives."

You huff softly, "Are you sure? I'm sure Price wouldn't mind if I called off to stay—"

"Don't. I don't need a babysitter. I'd love to have you here with me, but you’re the best surgeon they’ve got—they need you more than I do." He adds lightly.

"Alright—okay. I'll go." You say sipping your coffee.

“Y’know,” he says, glancing around your kitchen, “your house’s too quiet without you. Might have to leave somethin’ behind just to make sure I come back once I'm healed.”

“Like what?”

“Dunno. Toothbrush. Shirt. Me.”

You roll your eyes. "Cocky."

He grins smugly. "You make it easy."

Then he pauses like he might say more, but instead just shrugs.

“Figured if I left somethin’ behind, I’d have an excuse to come back. Not that I need one if you're here.”

You shake your head with a smile and check your phone. 6:30. You groan softly. "I've gotta get going, Simon. I'll be home around 5, okay?"

“You left your badge on the table by the door,” he calls as you pat yourself down, making sure you have everything.

You stop mid-pat, blinking. “...Have you been spying on me?”

“Just memorizin’,” he says, not even looking up. “Guess that’s what a bloke does when he’s properly ruined for someone.”

You can't deny the way your heart flutters. He's been in your space for 12 hours, and he's already locked into you. Your routine, small details... everything.

He walks you to the door, hand on your lower back. “Text me when you get there,” he says, like a worried boyfriend.

You still haven’t gotten used to how natural this feels—him in your space. Walking you to the door like you’ve done this a hundred times before.

Then he clears his throat. “I mean. If you want. Not like I’m gonna pace around waitin’ or anything.”

You arch a brow.

“Okay, maybe a little.”

"You're adorable," you say reaching up to kiss his cheek, he leans down a bit to meet you halfway, pulling you in a bit more to kiss you.

"Be safe." He says softly, making you melt.

"I will be, Si." you say with a small smile. The nickname slipping so naturally. He releases you—reluctantly—and you grab your car keys.

It leaves him breathless, staring at you as if you hung the moon and stars. The softness in your voice as you called him Si... something his mother called him when he was a child... both heals and breaks his heart simultaneously.

You force the front door open and step out onto the porch, he follows silently, only managing to speak when you're down the steps.

“I love you.”

He says it like he’s finally handing over something he’s been carrying for years—like it’s heavier than it looks.

You turn and walk backward a few steps, a slow, knowing smile tugging at your lips.

“I know,” you tease gently. “I love you too.”

You get to your car and slide in, giving him a small smile and wave before you're driving down the dirt road. Leaving him alone—and suddenly empty—without your bubbly presence.

He watches until your car disappears down the road, hands shoved deep into his pockets like he doesn’t quite know what to do with them.

“Bloody hell,” he murmurs under his breath, stepping back inside.

Your coffee mug still sits on the counter.

He picks it up like it's fragile. Holds it for a second. Then sets it back down with a little shake of his head.

He's completely and utterly done for.

...

Simon's day is much different than yours.

It's not that he's snooping... he's just, looking around.

Studying the few pictures you have lying around with you and another man.

He doesn't assume anything right away. Trying to ignore the possessive, jealous curl of something crawling up his spine—but it’s there.

He looks through your bookshelf, kitchen, bedroom.

'Just wanting to learn more about you.' He tells himself... but in truth? He's a nosey little shit.

Though he knows he can't snoop all day long, even if it's already been 5 hours. He relatively knows the food you eat, considering the way you couldn't quit talking when he was bedridden.

He finds a recipe card in the kitchen for something he remembered you talking about. Chicken Bacon Ranch Pasta. He reads it with a small hum, then looks through your pantry, finding the ingredients and making do.

The only thing is... he can't cook to save his life.

I mean, when you live off the base food and MREs, you don't need to learn. Boiling water’s already pushing it for him.

So if you come home to a burned-down kitchen—at least he tried.

...

Your day? Chaotic.

You’d left that house glowing, still buzzing from the warmth of him.

Now it’s like you’ve been slammed back into orbit.

The hallway’s loud, the air reeks of antiseptic, and your phone’s already buzzing with emergencies.

It’s like love was a dream—and this, this is the wake-up call.

You take a breath, steady yourself. Game face on.

Time to save lives, even if your heart’s still back in that kitchen.

Then, of course, hell breaks loose.

The new intern didn't stock the crash cart the way you specifically labeled it. If you weren't paying attention, you could've given a patient Diphenhydramine instead of Epinephrine.. which without realizing, would be fatal when you needed Epi.

Strike One.

You let it go, first day error. Cut the kid some slack, right?

Then strike two. They skipped their ABCs and a soldier fresh off the field needed to be intubated for the ash coating their airway.

They don't even get strike three before you pull them into the hallway and chew them a new asshole.

Soap and Gaz happened to be passing by down the hall, each getting a glimpse of what Simon gets to deal with if he ever fucks up... heaven forbid. Soap already sending a text to him, giving him a cryptic warning to 'not piss yer missus off'.

You make the intern shadow a nurse. Not allowed to touch anything, just watch and learn.

By the time 5 rolls around, you're beyond annoyed, ready to get home and use Simon as a pillow for the rest of the night.

...

You pull into your driveway with a small sigh.

Stretching once out of the car and heading for the door, only to be met with a burning smell when you walk in—and no sign of Simon.

You drop your bag and coat, rushing to the kitchen to be met with a stressed Simon, cussing under his breath as he burns chicken in a pan. It smells like regret and singed determination.

He jumps when you walk in, nearly drops the pan.

“Shit—bloody hell—this wasn’t supposed to be on fire,” he mutters, waving a dish towel like it’ll help.

The smoke alarm chirps weakly in the background. He glares at it like it insulted his mother.

“I followed the bloody instructions,” he grumbles, holding the spatula like it personally betrayed him.

Then he sighs, shoulders sinking as he peers into the pan like he can will the chicken back to life.

“Was tryin’ to be romantic, not start a bloody house fire.”

You cover your mouth to stifle a laugh. He turns around and looks like a disheartened child, which tugs at your heartstrings.

"Here, let me help." You step in, turn the heat on the pan down, and pour in some oil.

You can hear his sigh of relief and feel the tension roll off him in waves.

"I was trying to make you dinner," he murmurs, "but I can't cook for shit."

You chuckle and look over at him. "I can see that." You wrap an arm around his side and rub his back. "I'll teach you, don't worry."

You don't make fun of him. You don't make him feel bad. You don't patronize him or treat him like an idiot. You just talk him through it, you answer his questions and show him how to do something if you see his brows furrow. It’s endearing, the way he looks at a pot like it might explode if he blinks wrong.

In the end? It tastes great, and he did most of the work with your instruction. It's something you did. Together.

“Jesus—where’d you get this recipe?” He says, mouth still half full.

“Saw something like it on a cooking show and made it up.” You shrug, as if that’s an easy thing to do.

“Made it up? Just like that?” he says, stunned.

“Yeah.. just like that. It’s not that hard if you know what you’re doing.”

“Christ-“ he says shaking his head, not believing it.

“It’s like your guns. You put one in front of me, I won’t be able to disassemble it or put it back together like you can. It’s second nature for you… just like cooking and baking is for me.”

“Doesn’t make you any less brilliant, love.”

“Shut up. You’re just sayin that because it’s not greasy bar food or the bases lunch.”

“Maybe.” He teases with a smile on his face.

You roll your eyes. “You are insufferable.”

“You love me,” he states, smugly

“Yeah. Yeah I do.”

Once finished, he grabs both the empty plates and carries them to the kitchen without asking.

You follow, standing beside him like it’s second nature now.

“We make a good team,” you murmur, nudging his elbow with yours.

“Always have, always will,” he replies, without missing a beat.

He sets the plates down and reaches for your hand.

Just holds it. Like he’s not ready to let go—even after the meal’s done.

...

Later that night, full and content, he pulls you close on the couch and murmurs into your hair...

“Next time, I’ll just order takeaway and lie about it.”

You laugh against his chest. “Smart man.”

He hums. “Still can’t believe you ate it.”

You chuckle, kissing him on the cheek. “Still can’t believe you made it.”

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[revelboo]

I’m absolutely melting over Spinster snuggling his big ol face against their lil human. It’s soo cute and fluffy and I love it when full-size mechs still find ways to do affectionate things like that despite the size difference.

Sounds like the Scavengers have a rough job ahead of them going off that ending. Makes me wondered if Spinister comes back in a unconscious state, would our honorary scavenger try to do the face nuzzling back in a worried attempt to wake him up?

Oooh drama. Yes, please. Gotta get there, though. Shenanigans first

A Lifeless Ordinary Pt 12

Scavengers x Reader

• “Right there. Don’t move,” Crankcase says as Spinister obediently stands in the doorway to the bridge completely oblivious. Otherwise he’d probably be offended or attack as Crankcase rigs up a blaster pointing at his head and tapes it down to a console. “Okay, tiny. Anyone comes through that door that’s not us, you pull this trigger.” Hooking a servo around you to drag you closer when you shy away. “You don’t hear them out or ask who they are. You shoot first. Understand?”

• “Yeah,” you mumble as Spin lifts a hand and waves from his spot playing target. Aware of the way Crankcase and Krok are both staring at you like they don’t believe you’ll be able to do it. “I can do it.” No, you’re pretty sure you can’t. Even if someone comes in with a gun drawn on you, you’re not sure you can just shoot them in the face point blank. You’re not nearly cold blooded enough for that, but you force a smile anyway so they won’t worry. Because you can’t really beg not to be left alone, can’t admit that you’re scared.

• “It’s not a kind galaxy,” Krok says, watching you clasp your hands together, avoiding their optics. “And you’re very soft.” Too soft. Too gentle. Anxiously clicking at the device in his hand, he’s almost tempted to tell Fulcrum to stay with you even though they need him. Primus knows Misfire can’t hit anything, Spinister gets distracted with his own shadow, and Crankcase sometimes freezes. “You can’t be soft out here.” Because you won’t survive and they need you here with them. Looking after their own because they’re all they each have and you’re part of that.

• “Try not to find a stupid way to die,” Misfire adds, reaching to gently flip your hair into your face. Grinning when you scowl at him, but don’t offer the rude hand gesture. You’ve been very careful not to do that anymore, he’s noticed. No longer interested in them? Or just embarrassed now that they know it’s an offer?

• Worried, you watch them gather their gear which mostly seems to be a small armory’s worth of guns and leave you behind on the console with a blaster you’re not even sure you’re strong enough to pull the trigger on. Rubbing your hands against your arms, you walk toward the edge of the console to sit and nearly fall flat on your face. Something has you by the leg and you yelp when you slide into an awkward sit on your hip, leg and foot in the air. You’re stuck to the alien equivalent of duct tape, one corner of it having rolled slightly. Swearing you try to pull loose, the stuff not budging at all. Awkwardly pulling yourself up, you hiss as your shirt sleeve gets stuck. And panic claws at you as you think of glue traps. Of small animals getting stuck and suffocating themselves trying to get loose. “Spin! Krok! Misfire?” You scream.

• Returning to the ship a full rotation later, it’s a relief to see it intact. The ramp still closed. Fulcrum vents as he follows Misfire inside, almost walking into the other con when he stops suddenly. And starts laughing. Leaning to look, he grimaces and shoves past Misfire. Because you’re half naked, your lower covering stuck to the tape, your upper cover hooked around your neck, the sleeve also stuck and the ends of your hair caught in the tape so you’re bent over at an awkward looking angle. Hearing them, your head turns and you’re leaking, making a hitching sound that sobers Misfire immediately. Both of them coming over. “Shh, it’s okay. Primus. How do we get you loose without hurting you?” Fulcrum asks, servos ghosting over you as you sob.

• “Tiny!” Spinister roars as soon as he spots you, rushing to get at you only to be stopped by Crankcase and Krok seizing his arms. “Let go!” Straining to get free as he drags them toward you. You’re in pain, hurting. That noise you’re making twisting unpleasantly in his spark as Krok hooks an arm around his neck. “Calm down, if you try to yank them loose you’ll hurt them,” Krok snarls as he’s dragged by the much bigger mech.

• “Cut me loose, please,” you whimper, neck, back and legs aching from the position you’re trapped in. Hear Spin howling as he fights against the other two then a thump and swearing. You’d tried to tear your hair loose for hours, but only ended up making it worse. And now you can’t stop bawling like a baby. Sniffling as Misfire produces a blade and then hesitates, expression almost stricken. “I’m sorry,” he says and then he’s sawing at your hair, trying to not take off too much. Fulcrum catching you when you pull loose from your shirt and fall backwards, legs tingling with pins and needles. “Does it hurt?” Slumped in Fulcrum’s palm, you look up at Misfire and it takes a moment to figure out what he’s talking about, taken by surprise by how miserable he looks.

• “I don’t feel it when my hair is cut, hun,” you say, just lying there. And he puts the blade away, wanting to reach for you as his optics slide to the tape you’d gotten caught on. Realizing what would have happened if you’d kept struggling, if you’d panicked trying to get free. That you’d have died there and it shocks through him how ridiculously fragile you are. Reaching to tip your flushed face up, watching your eyes leak, he feathers his servos against you to feel the frantic pounding of your heart. “Where’s Spin?” You ask, voice ragged. Glancing back, he winces. Growling a warning when Fulcrum turns with you cupped in his hands so you can see Spinister sprawled on the floor when Krok or Crankcase had decked him to keep him from freaking out and accidentally making things worse. “Spin!”

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Funny Gaming moments with Lando and Max (F) x QuadrantStreamer! Reader

Plot: Just funny moments where Reader is a member of Quadrant and is a big UK streamer that does everything on Twitch and YouTube.

A/N: this is only small and just for fun, better Lando stuff is coming out.

Moment 1:

"Do you earn more than Lando Norris, chat you guys are wild ... but honestly with my individual sponsors, YouTube and streaming and any of my weird side activities I think it'd be up for debate" you giggle not actually knowing how much difference there was in what you or Lando earned.

"Not girlie casually admitting that with her side hustle she earns as much as an F1 driver, yeah guys, you gotta think I stream and upload full time. So i get paid for each YouTube video I do, I'm a twitch affiliate and you guys are so so generous. I game competitively and earn from that. I have sponsors, so ... lets just say i had no trouble buying Lando's Christmas presents" you grin, knowing the man had widely expensive taste.

"Who am i spending Christmas with, well Lando's family has asked if I'd like to join them, but I'll be spending the holidays mostly with Max and Pietra. Oh my gosh guys, did you see Instagram? I met Martin Garrix! How cool is that!" you laugh.

Moment 2:

"So I'm here today with Lando, and I'm teaching him Valorant, he knows that I'm in good but I don't think he knows I'm Immortal" you say until you unmute yourself in discord.

"Hey Lando baby" you joke but all you get from the otherside is silence which makes your chat go absolutely crazy.

You hear a few coughs that sound like choking, so you check his stream making sure not to tab out on stream, seeing him sat there in shock in his chair blushing.

"Lando?" you ask, and you watch as he rearranges himself in his chair pulling the mic closer to him.

"Hi, hello yes. Sorry you just threw me off guard" he laughs, wiping across his face with his fingers.

"What are we?" he asks, and you burst out laughing at the question which makes him laugh too. Chat on both ends starts going crazy, with the spam of Lando Norizz <<< Y/N the Rizzler and you were both dying.

Moment 3:

"Argghh fuck" you scream leaning back and fulling falling back off your chair. You were currently playing the horror game ' In Silence with Max, Lando and Ria.

"No way did Y/N just fall?" Max asks laughing at the girl whose stream he pulled up seeing her laying on the floor gripping her shoulder while her chair was now also laying in the floor.

"SHE DID" Lando laughs and you groan out in embarrassment.

Moment 4:

"What was that chat? My door reopened and closed shut while I was gone?" you ask looking back at your door. You knew you were home alone, the only people having a key to your apartment being Max and Pietra and Lando. But they were all travelling right now and were on the plane.

"Chat, stop messing with me" you scold jokingly, you start to load up the game your changing too. However a knock at your bedroom door has you stilling.

"What" you mouth looking at the camera. You go to the door, chat spamming saying how by opening the door that how all the dumb movie characters die. You here another knock making you flinch, you rip open the door, screaming when you see the scary mask, jumping and tacking the person now.

"Ow Y/N fuck" you hear and you rip the mask of, knowing that voice but not wanting to assume.

"Lando?" you ask looking at him.

"I thought it would be funny" he jokes laughing.

Moment 4:

"So Lando, Max and I thought it would be funny to play Valorant but for every kill we get we do a shot" you exclaim.

"Y/N gonna need new kidneys by the end of this? Hmmm very true, maybe we change it to every time we die we do a shot?" you ask seeing what chat's opinion would be on that.

"Then Lando and Max will be needing new kidneys? Well, I'm playing on my alt account and I'm just chilling so we'll be in gold/silver lobbies. Last time we played on my normal account, it was a struggle.

"Lets ask what they prefer! Guys? You want to do shots every time we get a kill or when we die?" you ask after unmuting yourself.

"We playing with MILF account of FnaticY/N?" Lando asks.

"MILF of course. And no comps, I'm not being called a booster" you grin and Max groans, Max was gold 2 and was asking for you to coach him, you had watched him in unrated's but refused to do comps together.

"Wait, when did you change your name...didnt it used to be Ilovetits6?" Max laughs.

"Yes, but chat started to call me mother? So i just rolled with it" you grin looking at chat and winking.

Moment 5:

"Are you and Lando Norris dating?" you ask, and then you open your phone and call Lando himself.

"Hey baby!" you smile and show the chat what Lando is saved as and the picture while he's on speakerphone.

"Hey love. I'm a little late coming back. I got stuck here with Zac and Oscar, but Max and P wanted to know if you would like to go out for dinner with them tonight" he asks and you laugh.

"Wait, Y/N are you live"

"Maybe, look you said you were ready to go public. So this is payback for what you did to Max on stream!" you laugh, knowing he wont be mad at you, as you'd talked recently about going public.

"Exposed? Yes yes i did" you grin.

Moment 6:

"Y/N your boyfriend is horny come sort him out" AngryGinge says adding you to the call forcefully mid stream.

"Mmmm that sounds like a job for you" you says seriously and you pull up his and Lando's stream to watch what was going on. Some people had come into your stream to say to get Lando to end the stream before PR has his head.

"He's been moaning on stream Y/N get your man and take him home"

"Yeah sorry let me just hop on the jet to Monaco..." you joke, knowing you definitely don't have a private jet.

"Wait, just how rich are you? Your boyfriends out here buying watches for 400k, you have a private jet. This just ain't right!" he exclaims making you laugh.

"I don't have a private jet. But... I've been in one of Max Verstappen's" you boast, you'd been introduced to him through Lando as Kelly wanted to meet you and set you up with her modelling agency.

"Huh? WHAT?" he screams and you just laugh before leaving the call. You shoot Lando a teasing message watching his eyes change as he reads it, and he lets out a groan that soon turns into a joke as Angry Ginge yelled at him to calm down again.

Moment 7:

"Salem stop" you tell your cat, which had jumped up and starting to paw in your lap where the blanket lay across before flopping down wanting fuss.

She started to meow at you not getting the wanted attention, but you were in the middle of an important rank up game, that would put you as radiant in Valorant.

As the game went on, you apologized to your teammates when you died after nearly clutching a round when Salem distracted you by pawing at your hand on your mouse.

"Salem please bub. 3 more rounds and you can have all the cuddles in the world" you whisper to the cat before she settles down, you proceed to Ace the next round and your team and you win the next two. The end of the game, with the MVP you get promoted to Radiant #497.

You celebrated by grabbing Salem your black Bombay cat and hugging her tightly, she leans into you wrapping her paws around happy for the affection she's finally getting.

"Treat?" you ask receiving a meow.

Chat:

y/nloverrr02- not y/n celebrating like she just got a podium

landonorizz- what's harder, f1 win, or reaching the top 500 valorant players

wedonttalkabouther- please, mother is mothering!

deadlocknerf- not her top fragging as an omen and their jett with a negative kda.

lockandassit- well done on the promo!

LandoNorris- Babe! Well done! I watched your win! I'm so proud

"Thank you, everybody. I think I'll leave it there for the day and I'll come back and we can try and get into the 450's!" you exclaim before cutting stream.

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[petew21-blog]

Romania dreaming

It has been a few months since I met George on the site for long distance dating for gays. He was from Romania, kind of cute twinkish guy. Never had much luck. I honestly can't say why I went on that website, maybe I was just bored, but it turned out as the best decision of my life.

It was strange cause from the start, we knew we had chemistry between each other, but the distance made it complicated. We often sex-chatted on the website. About what we would do to each other and so.

One day I told him I wanted to jerk off furiously, because of what he wrote, but my rommate was unfortuantely in the room. Then just a strange idea popped into my head. "What if you'd swap into his body? Then you could be with me." George told me about his Romania ancestor magic skills he had, but he did just some small parlor tricks from time to time. The bigger spells were harder. He needed a friend for that. A friend that I could be. And that I could benefit from too

George loved the idea, but was scared at first. "What if the other one in my body ruins my life while he is me? I can't let that happen."

"Ok, you know what. Find anyone hot from your life that you would like me to swap into and I will come to see you. Then you'll swap me back and I'll see what the other person did. Maybe the spell makes them think they're us. That would be neat" I suggested

George was more confident now and even sent me some photos of his straight colleagues from work, so that we could see if they behaved differently after swapping back. I immediately set my eyes on Daniel. His hot, absolutely 100 % straight, colleague who worked out. Insanely hot.

We both agreed. I got ready in my bed. I told George to start the spell at 21:21. I looked at the clock and still had some minutes left. I tried to fall asleep. Maybe Daniel would be asleep in my body and it would be easier. Then it hit me. Strange nauseating feeling and the light

I was standing in the locker rooms. Cold win from the AC on my bare torso. Bare torso? Holy shit. I am shirtless in the locker rooms of some gym. That's something I never expected to happen to me. I looked down. First thing that caught my eye were the shorts. Then I looked at my beautiful muscular torso. My new arms. Then I caught my new reflection. In the mirror was the guy that I saw in the photo. Daniel. "Daniel" I said aloud. His voice sounded so strong and commanding. If he told me with this voice to get down on my knees and suck him, I would. Speaking of sucking I looked in my shorts. Nice flacid shaved cock. "Gotta find out how big you are when you're hard big guy". His phone vibrated. Fuck, I almost forgot I was suppose to send Daniel proof of swapping bodies

I sent the photo to George's instagram. Then I wrote:"This is what you'll be looking up at tonight while you suck me off"

"Peter? I can't believe it. You're really him. You have to come over!"

I wanted to get his stuff and leave immediately, but the some of his friends got to the locker and ridiculed me for being a pussy and leaving without lifting. I don't know if it was Daniel's personality or something else in me, but I felt like I had to prove them wrong. And then I said things I didn't even know. Shit about cars, girls, FUCKING GIRLS. I even lifted without knowing how. This body was on autopilote.

I left early without saying anything. Bunch of messages from George waiting for me and being stressed out what happened. I explained and asked for his adress of his dorms.

The twink I used to talk to late at night was waiting for me in black compression shorts and black shirt.

"Heey...." was all I let him say out loud. I agressively pressed him against the wall and kissed him. Tongues twisting around each other, my teeth biting his lips, hands feeling up and down his body. Slowly we were working our way to his bed. I set him down and took of my shirt. He was visibly shocked, that his work colleague was now in front of him stripping down. I whip out my hard dick and pushed it into his face. He obliged immediately and worked his way with his tongue around the bright purple head of my new dick. He was working it like a pro, trying to swallow it whole, not gagging. But that didn't matter, I had to fuck his ass. Now.

I turned him around, not even stripping him, only pulling a bit of his shorts from his ass. I spit into my hand, got it on my dick and pushed myself in. He screamed out. But I didn't care, I just pused inside and kept thrusting. He was so tight. His ass was so tight around my shaft. I shot my cum inside of him. Pulling out and immediately searching for clothes to leave.

"You're leaving?!"

I snapped out. "Fuck, jesus George I am so sorry. I don't know what happened. I think Daniel's personality still had effect on me. I didn't mean to be so rough on you. Please forgive me."

"It's ok. It did hurt at first, but it was worth it. I still can't believe you're him now. And I lost my virginity with Daniel who I crushed over for years! That's so amazing!"

"Wait, this was your first time? But, you told me all the stories. Was none of it true? Jesus, George, maybe if I knew I would have fought Daniel's personality harder."

"I didn't expect we would me irl. I honestly didn't expect the spell would wrok, but here we are. Daniel is here. In my room. Wait, I have a great idea!" he started casting a spell

"Wait!" I wasn't fast enough to stop him.

But now I was looking at Daniel. From his point of view. Already feeling more submissive than in Daniel's body. The personality of the original body truly does have an effect on the one swapped inside.

George was now posing in front of the mirror. His eyes focused on his biceps and all the tense muscles.

I was now in George's twink body. I could feel his ass hurting from the sex with Daniel's body. I could feel the cum in his ass. I felt the attraction towards Daniel's body. But I didn't feel right like I did in Daniel's. I wanted to swap back.

George now got to his new dick, which was already throbbing hard again. How that's possible, I have no idea. But as soon as he started jerking his new cock he looked at me and I felt his predator eyes on me. Fuck, this is gonna hurt

The next morning I woke up sleeping next to George still in Daniel's body. We didn't sleep much tonight, but don't get me wrong, while the sex felt great I still couldn't shake the feeling that I was in the wrong body. As soon as George woke up I told him about my dysphoria with his body. He got mad. I could tell that Daniel's personality took over. And then few seconds later I found myself in my original body again already in my university lecture.

For several weeks George didn't answer my messages. I could only see as his Tumblr profile had more and more photos of Daniel's body in the gym etc.

Not only was I worried, but I had to admit to myself that I was extremely jealous. I was in that body first. I need it more than he did

I kept spamming him with messages and then one day he answered. The message said:"I need to fuck this guy in gym. I'll swap u with him tonight. Be ready". Man, I think it's better to have one body close to Daniel's rather than be far from him

He did as he said in the message. I woke up again in the bright gym. Now lifting. I proceeded to not cause suspicion.

This guy I was now in was really handsome. More muscular even than Daniel I dare to say. I could feel that his personality was not as strong as Daniel's. He seemed more kind in my eyes, but who knows who he is. I may not know before George tells me. I saw him on the other side of the room eyeing me. Stalking me even. I left the body on autopilote and finished the workout. His body was probably used to take photos after so I let him

Maybe I could stay in his body. He is really hot. And more handsome too. But I don't know. He is the type I would love to have as a boyfriend, not to be him.

I followed George to the showers. We were eventually the last people in the gym. I got into the lockers. Patiently waiting for him to speak.

"You're Mihai now. He's the owner of the gym. So we got the place for ourselves. Let's hit the showers"

I followe him. Mihai, what a nice name for this guy. I don't feel that Mihai is someone who would just follow others and do what they tell him to. Maybe I figured out how to overpower the personality of the person.

We got naked and stared at each other.

"Nah, this is wrong." and yet again he proceeded to perform his ritual

I was now Daniel again and was looking at Mihai. Now the reality of how he acted hit him. And as I suspected before, Miahi was irl a very nice guy. "I am so so so sorry Peter. I didn't know that Daniel had such a strong personality. I tohught I could fight it, but most of the time I just found myself being the passenger, but still enjoying his life. It's so weird. But I feel better now as Mihai. Maybe you should stay in Daniel's body for now. I'll learn to control the personality of others, just as you did and then we can safely try to swap with other people. What do you think?"

"I think" I said as I turned on the water in the showers "that you need a post workout shower. And that George and Mihai need to get to know themselves better" I smiled at him kneeling down to the nice hairy cock already waiting for my mouth

Few months later

Are you asking if we stayed in their bodies? Well yeah, kind off. We made their bodies our main ones. We got them to live together, start a relationship and now even if we swapped into other bodies Daniel and Mihai bodies continue what we established. Romantic right?

Me and George often take trips to some new locations travelling around the world, enjoying life of other people. Most of the time we try to find some straight friends travelling to foreign locations, trying to score some pussy there and slightly changing their vacation plans. Heh, there was this one time where we didn't even exit our hotel room. For a week. Crazy right? That was wild. But maybe I'll tell that story another time and tell you how our life in Mihai and George is proceeding

But now we are in the bodies of these two gym bro friends, waiting for the gay bar to open. See you

A story from messages we came up with while body swap roleplaying with @hunkpossesion

I changed the plot a bit, but still the hot bodies remained.

[sexydoffyman]

Weird request but how would TF141+König and Alejandro react to meeting an orphan around 15 years of age who's like extremely talented in engineering, mathematics and physics, like they could build a rocket if they had the materials ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ It can be HC, whatever you want! I was thinking maybe said orphan got in trouble with the government for unknowingly building some sort of weapon, maybe it was stolen? Twist that however you wish.

Just ignore this ask if you wanna <3

A KID?

genre: action

characters: König, Simon Riley, John MacTavish, Alejandro Vargas, Kyle Garrick

A/n: expect a lot more mistakes. Also thinking this needs a second part.

It’s been 6 years now since the war began. You were left stranded. All by yourself. Left on your own by everyone. Living was hard, but you pulled through. You learned how to do a lot of shit since you were there only with yourself for some time. Building stuff. That was your biggest interest.

You were constantly making things. New weapons mostly. You were always moving, never staying in one place for too long. You got brutal throughout the years you were alone. You took the uniform of a dead soldier. To blend in. You were mistaken for a recruit and pulled inside a helicopter by a military dude.

The military was a great provider of food and healthcare. So you just went along with everything they threw at you. Your knowledge of building shit helped out a lot. And even when some dude figured out you were a kid he let you stay.

The same dude put you in a task force with a man he trusted. You were cautious of everyone in there, but at least you had some people who you could trust a bit.

You picked up how things work from the years of pretending to be a soldier. Pretending to be an adult was getting easier and the task force you were assigned to found a place in your heart.

“There’s gotta be a way.” You finally snapped out of thinking about life before the war. You thought that the military would be a great cover. But now all your hope of making it out alive hit zero. You were stuck and with gas slowly filling the room that you and the others were in you knew your chances of survival were low.

You sat in the corner of the room. You had given up a few minutes ago already. The others were still trying to figure something out.

Suddently you felt something inside of you snap. You were not gonna die today. It must’ve been the panicking of the rough men infront of you that made you have that feeling. You started to search for a solution.

You found a small vent. It was too small to fit a grown man in, but you were not a grown man. You took off your gear and crawled into the vent unnoticed by your team.

You finally got to use the skills you gained. You crawled through the vent and dropped down from the ceiling right on the other side of a door that the rest of your team was trying to open. You managed to get inside some kind of an electrical system. You cut some wires and reconnected some other ones. The door opened with a space in between the doors just a centimeter big.

Grabbing a metal piece from the electrical you prayed the door open. You were met with the looks of your crew. You looked down and put your hand above your forehead to block your face. By now all of them realized that you weren't of age.

You ran into the room to grab your gear while your team gave each other a disgusted glance. “We need to get out of here ASAP,” you said as you walked away from the room. Price grabbed you by the shoulder to stop you. You turned to him with your mask on now.

“How old are you?” he was looking at you worriedly while he said that. You didn’t know what to answer and so after a few stutters you answered “Classified” This only made them feel more curious.

It has been days since that mission and nobody brought up the fact that you were a kid. You did notice that Price stopped shouting orders at you and started just saying them in a normal calm tone. Soap was making more small talk with you than usual. Ghost was staying closer to you, knowing you might not be able to fend off an enemy. Gaz was making sure to double-check your gear.

When you teamed up with Mexican special forces and met Alejandro you were given tasks that you’d be on with multiple people.

When you were stranded from the team, finding your way to a spot they could locate you at, you met another dude. Austrian and huge. Big dude. He was your enemy, but it didn’t take him long to find out that an adult dude would have a little more strength than you did. He forced your mask off and found out that you were in fact a kid.

Instead of killing you, he spared you. Helping you locate your tram instead of them having to look for you.

Would you survive the next missions? That you don’t know. But you do know that you don’t have to worry about pretending to be an adult.

[steventhusiast]

STWG prompt 18/4/24

prompt: the beemer

pairing/character(s): steddie

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"I didn't see your van outside, you need a ride home?" Gareth asks as everyone's packing up their dice sets.

Eddie looks up from scribbling notes down about important character actions with a hum, and notices that the concerned look on Gareth's face is mirrored by Jeff and Freak.

The freshmen members of the club aren't interested, whispering excitedly amongst themselves about something that will probably cause Eddie problems at their next session. (He catches some complaints about biking home too. Losers.)

"What? No, no, don't worry man." He assures with a smile, and goes back to his notes. Steve's picking him up today. They have a date. Which, sure, he's been on a few official dates with Steve now, but they still make him so... jittery and excited.

He shakes his head at the half-finished page of his notebook and readies his pen. He can't forget that Mike now has a bag of holding, so he writes that down and then closes the notebook and nods to himself, satisfied.

When he looks back up his bandmates are still staring at him in concern.

"What?"

"You literally never leave your van at home." Jeff points out, and then Freak adds on:

"You call it your child sometimes."

"Hey. Pac-Van is a she, thank you very much." Eddie says, "But seriously, it's fine. I just got a ride this morning and he's picking me up too."

He hasn't gotten round to telling them about him and Steve yet. He knows they'll take great pleasure in making fun of him getting with a jock. You know, because of all those rants he likes to go on at the lunch tables about said jocks... Whatever.

"From Wayne?"

"No." He rolls his eyes at the questioning and shoves his stuff into his backpack, then makes a quick decision. Fuck it, "I promise I'll be fine, you big babies. Harrington's a good driver."

"Harrington?!" They all ask in sync, and that gets the attention of their newer recruits, who are still chattering away. Their heads all snap over to them.

"Why're you talking about Steve?" Mike asks, looking vaguely disgusted. Dustin elbows him in the side.

"Don't worry your angsty little head about it, Wheeler." Eddie says with a grin, and then finally picks up his backpack, "Now I have places to be and people to see so I trust you all to leave this room as you found it? I gotta go."

And with that he leaves the room, ignoring Freak's voice from behind him.

"I thought he was just giving you a ride home."

He makes it to the parking lot just as the beemer pulls in, and finds a smile appearing on his face at the sight. Because he's feeling dramatic, he does a wild little wave at the car. He can't see Steve yet, but he knows that made him chuckle, or at least smile.

"Hey, taxi for Munson?" Steve yells out of his window as he slows the car to a stop, and Eddie's smile widens.

"Oh, we're roleplaying tonight, are we?" He asks as he walks around to the passenger side and gets in. He's pretty sure Steve rolls his eyes at him, but he's also pretty sure he's doing it in a fond way. Hopefully.

Steve doesn't drive off immediately, a glint of something intense in his gaze as he looks at Eddie. He's leaning toward Eddie a little too, and having Steve Harrington's full attention on him is not something Eddie's used to yet, so an unbidden blush appears on his cheeks.

"Good day?"

"Great day, Stevie."

"Good. Can't wait to hear about it over dinner." Steve nods, and his eyes flicker down to his lips for a second, and then he leans out of Eddie's space to start the car up again.

Right. Public space. Homophobic small town. Yadda yadda, kissing can wait until they're safely indoors.

Eddie's too busy fiddling with the radio as the beemer drives off to notice Freak, Gareth and Jeff stood staring at the car from in front of the school doors, perplexed looks on their faces, as the freshmen run over to the bike racks. But he'll definitely be hearing all about their thoughts at band practice.

[koveragewithkiera]

“Witchy” Pt. 1

Modern AU: Smoke x Annie

I ended up making this into a two-parter because it was getting lengthy lol. But the second part will be out soon, and I really hope you guys enjoy this first part! I added the songs that are playing just in case anyone would like to have them for the experience! :)

WC: 2.9k

Characters: Smoke, Annie, Dee (OC), Stack, Bo, Grace, and Pearline

Enjoy! :)

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“Please please please please please please please please-“

Smoke shut his laptop angrily, turning to glare at his pacing little sister. She’d been going back and forth for so long that her legs definitely should’ve given out by now. Then again, even her limbs could be stubborn as hell when they needed to be. He tried not to toss the laptop as he placed it down beside him, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. His teeth clenched as he’d finally had enough of her antics.

“Delilah!”

His sudden outburst startled her a little as she came to a stop. She gained her bearings swiftly with a victorious grin, crossing her arms with a barely hidden excitement in her tone. “You comin’?!”

“Dee,” Smoke sighed into his hands, brushing over his face before clasping them together. “There’s too much goin’ on right now. Hell, Stack shouldn’t even be goin’, I just don’t got the energy to stop him.”

Dee popped her hip sassily. “He’s goin’ ‘cause he cares about me. Unlike some people.”

Smoke’s head tilted annoyingly. “Dee, you know shit’s been hard lately. We got too many meetings this week with potential investors, and I still gotta get stuff prepared ‘fore Monday come.”

“You can do it tomorrow! Come on man, how’s one night gon’ kill ya? Besides…” Dee pulls out her biggest all-star pout, something she rarely uses unless things get dire. “It’s my three-week anniversary since opening night. I gotta to have y’all there with me.”

Smoke’s eyebrows quirk up. “Since when you celebrate weekly anniversaries?”

“UGH!” She groans heavily as her eyes roll. They meet Smoke’s steady gaze with even more determination than before. Her foot even starts tapping subconsciously. “You gon’ make me say it?”

Smoke’s eyes squint in slight worry, but he’s curious nonetheless. “Say what?”

Dee takes a deep breath. “When mama passed tryna bring me into this world-“

“Oh, Jesus.” Smoke’s groan is deep as his head falls back.

Dee continues through his interruption, her voice gaining in volume. “-She made sure that I would be able to do everythin’ she ain’t get the chance to do. That includes makin’ sure you and Elias grow into the amazin’ men she always wanted y’all to be. And just the other night, she spoke to me durin’ my prayers. Said that somethin’ big was comin’ up for you.”

Smoke’s tone became even more irritated. “What the hell that gotta do with tonight?”

Dee’s eyes widened as if that wasn’t a completely valid question. “Tonight could be a big opportunity for ya! You ain’t been gettin’ out there since y’all settled here, and it’s high time you hit the streets. Properly and respectfully, of course.”

Her older brother only continued to look at her as if she was batshit crazy. “You really tellin’ me that mama said my future wife gone be at Club Noir tonight?”

Dee shriveled a little, fidgeting her fingers together as she mumbled. “Not in those exact words…”

His patience was officially lost. “Why you lyin’ on mama name?”

Dee’s pleading tone made a reappearance. “I’m not! I swear it! Look, can you please just come? Bo flyin’ out, and you know he gon’ wanna see y’all while they in town. Please please please please please please-“

Smoke’s eye twitched once before he finally spoke with a deadpan expression. “Two hours. Only two.”

Dee gasped before doing a mini dance of happiness. “YES! Thank you thank you thank you thank you.” She ran behind the couch, wrapping her arms around his shoulders in a tight squeeze. He snickered lightly before giving her arms a small squeeze.

After a moment, she lets go of him with a light nudge to the noggin. “Although I don’t know why I’m thankin’ you. I managed to get fuckin’ Kaytranada to perform, and you actin’ like I gotta hold a gun to yo’ head for you to show up.”

Smoke simply rolls his eyes as he turns her way. “What time you want us there?”

Dee walks back around to grab her phone and tote bag from the coffee table. She’d rather leave now before he tries to change his mind. “No later than 10 since you givin’ me a time crunch. Doors open at 9, but he ain’t startin’ til ‘round that time. I’ll get y’all in through the back to avoid the foot traffic.”

Smoke’s head shakes as a sense of regret starts to creep over him. “I’m serious, Dee. I ain’t bouta be out all night.”

Dee damn near jogs to the front door, yelling the words over her shoulder as she texts her other brother the good news. “Okay okay, just make sure Stack dresses you! Need you on ya A-game!”

She throws him a quick wave before closing the door behind her, not giving him any time to rethink his decision. She even uses her spare key to lock up. Smoke rubs his eyes long and hard with his thumb and index finger, trying to mentally prepare for the long night ahead.

It was around 7PM when Stack finally got home, a pep in his step as he tried to hold the plastic bag in his hand steady. The contents of it were already clinking and clacking too much, and all hell would break loose if they somehow broke. He placed the bags on the kitchen counter before heading towards Smoke’s room, his fist knocking excitedly.

He’d nearly punched his older brother as the door opened; Smoke’s eyes widened funnily. “Nigga, I ain’t deaf. The fuck you poundin’ for?”

Stack sported his classic grin, walking past Smoke smoothly with a pat on the shoulder. “My fashion services have been requested, and I need all the time I can get.”

Smoke’s shoulders dropped immediately, already irritated with the long process that had yet to begin. For the next two hours, he begrudgingly and impatiently allowed Stack to check through almost every fucking article of clothing he could find in Smoke’s limited closet. On the seventeenth (yes, he kept count) combination, Smoke was officially over it. “Stack, I feel like a goddamn Ken doll.”

The younger brother chuckled with a satisfied shrug, “This one actually ain’t half-bad. Go check it.”

Smoke walked himself to the full-body mirror of his closet, checking over the fit himself. It was on the simpler side for the occasion: a mesh, short-sleeved black top paired with dark, loose blue jeans. Stack strongly advised him to also wear his oversized leather jacket. He couldn’t help but shed a small smile, and Stack let out a full belly laugh at the sight.

“Oh you fo’ sure gettin’ some tonight!”

Smoke’s glare didn’t do anything to shut him up, per usual.

They arrived at the club a bit late due to picking Bo up, but Dee was able to escort them in through the back as she promised. The doors had opened about an hour before, and bodies had been piled in steadily. There was still a pretty long line outside, though, and both the brothers made sure to congratulate Dee on her success. The entire place was filled with weed exhales, energetic movements, and darker red lighting. Occasionally, the overhead lights would flicker around the crowd, creating quite the trippy effect that Dee and Stack unnecessarily explained was for the “vibe". They were already good and tipsy. Smoke absolutely hated when they used that word.

By the time Kaytranada started his own music, Smoke was on the calm edge of inebriation for the first time in weeks. Stack rolled up for him before they left, and he was already on his second joint of the night. He tended to let his siblings do the drinking, laughing lightly as they both sang the lyrics into a half-filled bottle of Ciroc. Dee managed to get them and Bo on stage next to her, and their childhood friend was having just as much fun singing into his own bottle. Smoke decided around the half-hour mark that he’d let the night be and just try to enjoy it.

Annie wasn’t quite having as much luck. “Grace, are you sure we can get in? That line is insane, and I really can’t stay out too late.”

“Annie, please just relax.” Grace reached over the armrest to squeeze her friend's knee. “Dee already gave the people our names. She’s the owner, so I doubt they questioned her.”

Pearline leaned in between the driver's and passenger's seats. “Exactly, so please chill out. You makin’ me nervous just lookin’ at you.”

Annie took her umpteenth deep breath of the night, praying internally for peace and safety. She’d already heard about the new club in town, but she never had the time to come around here herself. With Grace visiting, she couldn’t find it in herself to say no when she asked her to go, and Pearline was more than excited to leave the house and her husband for an evening out (she would never say that, but Annie knew better).

Grace pulled into one of the parking spots in the back. Upon exiting the car, she and Pearline both checked their faces and hair in their windows. Annie, however, was more focused on her dress. Pearline had picked it out for her with inappropriate intentions. It was an intricately designed off-shoulder that dipped a bit lower than her own tastes. It stuck to her like white on rice, and Grace advised her to have her hair up in a ponytail under the guise of “not gettin’ too hot”. They may as well be trying to pimp her out. Once everyone was pleased with their appearances, they headed in.

They’d gotten there about an hour after the boys, but they were let in with ease once Grace told the backstage bouncer their names. A small, kind grin broke from his intimidating expression, and with a polite nod, they were inside. Grace led them into the area with the crowd, and a bright smile immediately crossed her lips when she’d seen Bo on stage. He was currently dancing alongside his friends to a song Annie immediately recognized as “Spit It Out”, and he truly looked to be having the time of his life.

“Come on, y’all! Let’s try to mix in a bit!” Grace screamed as best as she could over the music, but gave up shortly as she led them away from the stage. They made a spot for themselves, and Pearline and Grace didn’t waste time before flowing along with the energy of the room. Annie tried as well, but her eyes remained glued to the stage. Grace had spoken to her a bit about Bo’s friends, one of them being the very owner of the club and the others being a pair of twin brothers. Their appearances were absolutely indistinguishable, but their personalities were what separated them clearly. Both were dancing, but one was noticeably trying to fall a bit towards the back. That piqued her interest through pure curiosity alone.

He took a strong hit from the joint placed nicely between his fingers, releasing it slowly with his head falling back in complete ecstasy.

Annie’s legs nearly gave out at the very sight.

Grace never said anything about the twins looking like… that.

As the song reached its conclusion, Pearline grabbed Annie’s hand to yank her attention to them. If she noticed what she’d been looking at before, she didn’t say anything. Annie’s eyes did their damnedest to focus on her friends, but they couldn’t help but fall to the stage occasionally. Okay, a little more than occasionally. The twin that intrigued her was feeling the next song a bit more, rapping along smoothly with his brother and sister. He even engaged a bit in a dance with them, and while the scene should’ve just been cute, she couldn’t escape the thought of how good those jeans fit on him.

Smoke wasn’t sure when his high hit him as hard as it did, but his body felt looser and looser by the minute. The fans on the stage allowed him to keep his jacket on, but Dee kept trying to get him to shed it once Stack let his own arms out.

She shouted over the outro of the song, pulling him in to hear her better, “You are not using what the good Lord gave you, boy! Take it off!”

He couldn’t help the miniature laugh that escaped, pushing her lightly as he turned to see Bo check his phone. Bo’s eyes lit up as he read the notification and immediately searched through the crowd. Once he’d magically found his wife, he turned to his friends with a real toothy smile. “Grace is here y’all! I’ll see y’all later!”

Smoke was the only one who was able to hear him, and he patted his friend’s shoulder with a grin, “Gone ‘head! Tell her we said hey!”

He wasn’t sure why his eyes felt the need to follow Bo as he rushed off stage and parted his way through the crowd. They trailed him all the way until he reached Grace, watching as he picked her up with a big kiss. He smiled at the interaction, but it was quickly overshadowed as his eyes shifted over just a bit more, then froze instantly as the next song began.

If not for the “rave” lights, he wouldn’t have been able to make out much of the woman. It was as if his eyes filtered themselves purely onto her, straining and pushing themselves to see as much of her as he could. He felt someone suddenly nudge him, but their voice sounded completely muddled in his ears.

Throughout the night, the music enraptured Smoke in a way he hadn’t realized he needed. But now, something else was buzzing in the air, something below the surface of something he couldn’t comprehend. He couldn’t help but let the lyrics of the song sway through him, especially with this strange allure the woman was holding over him.

Who was she?

He felt as if he was on edge, and he almost fell over when her eyes found his. He noticed her lips curve a bit in a daring manner, her movements never faltering as she danced with her friend. Or at least, who he hoped was just a friend.

Once the chorus hit, his every nerve ending tingled in anticipation. The woman’s eyes never left him, her lips flowing with every word in a savory manner. It felt as if she was speaking to him, through him. As if they were able to speak to one another through the music.

Then, with the smallest tilt of the head, she beckoned him. And if there was one thing Smoke honored most in life, it was following a proper command.

His steps were meaningful, but the ground beneath him didn’t even feel the same. It was as if he was being pulled, his faded mind and heart controlling his every move. And for once, he allowed them to. By the time he’d reached her, her dancing halted a bit, as if she was waiting for him. She moved seamlessly, the smoke and lights floating beautifully around her as if they existed for that very reason.

She was inviting him, not lustfully, but carefully. When Smoke entered her space, the buzzing feeling of the air enhanced exponentially, shaking him deep within his core. He couldn’t help but tense up, but once the softness of her hands embraced his rougher ones, his body released an exhilarating exhale. Once she stepped into his arms, gently guiding his hands along her waist, a devastating warmth exploded within his chest and he… fuck, was he blushing?

The woman smiled teasingly at the tension behind his shoulders, her hands scrolling just underneath the thickness of his jacket before finding their way to the base of his neck. They were gentle, but not hesitant, and he could feel how very intentional she was through her movements. She led them into a natural rhythm, and Smoke’s brain turned into absolute mush.

His senses were overwhelmed. His eyes couldn’t leave hers, a trance he was scared to break. He wasn’t even sure he could break it. The heavy bass and enchanting melodies that surrounded them clogged every inhibition that coursed through his mind. The smell of smoke and bodies collided ruthlessly, but as she’d pulled him even closer, he noticed a hint of cherry accord and vanilla. Her chest brushed against his, not quite pressing, not yet, and the curves of her hips fit into his hands like they were made for him. And her lips, God, her lips. His eyes flickered for a sliver of a moment, and he realized he’s never needed to taste someone more. To see if she was as sweet as she smelled, as magnetic as the words she mouthed, as soft as her gentle fingers that grazed over him.

The bass grew heavier at the end, and the lights moved brightly along with the deep rhythm. He could see her more, her eyes as they held his, her teeth as they pinched along her bottom lip. Her chest heaving as his hands grew tighter.

The song transitioned as they continued their dance. Smoke’s hands were itching to pull her in even closer, but before he could, her friend from earlier broke through their bubble.

“Sorry sir, but this our song! Girl, come on!” The other woman snatched Smoke’s mystery woman without a second thought. He was only barely able to catch the mystery woman’s gaze as she parted from him (it looked apologetic, but he could just be telling himself that). He slowly pulled himself from his stupor, deciding that maybe a drink wouldn’t be the worst thing.

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As always, let me know what you guys think! I don’t think there’s a single first meeting or meet cute with these two that didn’t have Smoke absolutely entranced the second he saw Annie, and I thought this would be a really cool way of showing it with the club atmosphere and everything. Second part coming soon!

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[crumpetz]

a little update on the progress of The Big Road Home

it has been so long since i made a post that i had to figure out what to click on all over again lol. this week it hit me that ppl follow me specifically for fic upates and it just slipped my mind that i could be saying more. i have, like, internet social anxiety, and just default to never saying anything most of the time.

anyway, i'm really happy to report that progress on the fic has really moved along recently. for anyone who doesn't know, i have long covid and the brain fog has really interfered with my writing process. i originally taught myself to write using a certain system where i kept a lot of things in my head at once, and since losing that ability, i've been relearning how to write in a way my current self can do. which especially has sucked for the fic and where it left off, because the part i stopped at was actually a huge group of scenes scattered through multiple otherwise completed chapters that i was saving for later (before i got long covid). because even in my peak condition with my brain capable of keeping all the details straight, those scenes were still so challenging and important to get right that i wanted to wait until i was feeling extra sharp lol. so yeah, i've been basically having to reread my entire fic over and over every time i wanna figure out how to add in like one small part of all the things i've gotta cover (and thanks to the brain fog, on average, i'm capable of thinking thru all that maybe three days out of every month if i'm lucky?)

so, all that rereading and getting the details and characters consistent finally has been paying off, because i reached the stage this past week where i could finally bring it all together. the final product is going to be less seamless than what i'd originally intended, but that's just a given now that my brain is different. and, full disclosure, the stuff that i'm talking about is exposition. which i think for most ppl reading my fic is more like information they just want to know and less something that needs to feel seamless in delivery, unlike character interactions and emotional arcs. so, the reality is that the exposition in the next handful of chapters is gonna be a little clunky, but the non-exposition stuff will all be like normal, with the same amount of care i usually work toward.

i don't want to assume when everything will be ready. final tweaks always take me longer than i'm expecting. but to put it into perspective, i spent the last 2-3 yrs (i forget how long it's been oh no) getting thru like 20 percent of what needed to be done. and then i just spent a few days last week getting through 60 percent. i'm gonna wait until the full set of chapters i'm working on is complete because i want to be able to post them without a long wait in between, and i want to take the time to really get the emotional beats right. but i guess if i had to say anything for sure, it would be that for the first time since i got long covid, i'm truly seeing the light at the end of the tunnel for this fic.

my final note is that the next set of chapters isn't the end of The Big Road Home btw. i forget if i ever mentioned this, but from the start, The Big Road Home was going to be three main parts. the first part with jason and tim being street kids together, then this part we're in with tim living with the Wayne's is part 2. there's gonna be a whole 3rd part coming. idk how long it'll be, lol. it's the only part i haven't written a single word of because i've kind of been saving it as a treat.

thanks for your patience and encouragement all this time. as i said, i have pretty awful social anxiety on the internet and don't reply to ppl who reach out nearly as often as i want to. but every kind word or fanart or playlist or thoughtful comment on stuff you noticed etc etc has really carried me through the past few yrs. i can't tell you how many times i was spiraling, feeling like i might not be able to figure out how to write the next part with my current limitations, and one of you said something so lovely and encouraging, and i'd just suddenly have it in me to give it another try.

[meadowfics]

caffeine addict

kang dae ho x f!reader

this fic is another addition to my 'kang family' series linked here

warnings: reader has a caffeine addiction. this is not major to the plot of the family series if you cannot relate, so do not worry! this is me being self-indulgent.

a bright morning sun filters through the kitchen window, casting a soft golden glow hitting right on the espresso machine.

to you, its like the universe is leading you to a start in your morning routine.

the espresso machine is a sleek, expensive one jia surprised you with last christmas. it’s a far cry from the clunky industrial machines you used to wrestle with at your old job at the café years ago, but the familiar hum as it grinds the beans takes you back.

you’re measuring out just enough for a single shot.

it is self-imposed restraint, a promise to yourself and dae-ho.

one iced espresso, 12 ounces with a splash of milk and brown sugar, three mornings a week.

it’s progress, you remind yourself, compared to the days when you’d down eight shots, cold brews, and pour-overs at your cafe job like they were water.

you ran on those fumes and five hours of sleep.

maybe all of that was why you passed out on the evening you found out about seo-ah.

your espresso machine hisses, and the rich, nutty aroma of espresso fills the air in the kitchen.

you pour the shot over a glass of ice, watching the dark liquid swirl and settle, then add a splash of oat milk. your fingers linger on the glass, cool against your skin, and you smile.

this small indulgence is yours.

it’s a piece of the old you. aka the one who worked nine-hour shifts, seven days a week, at the café in itaewon where you first met dae-ho.

you don’t need the caffeine like you used to, not with seo-ah and byeol growing out of their sleep regression stages, but it’s still a comfort.

being hooked to caffeinated beverages was a part of who you were before the world turned upside down.

six years ago, before your lovely life and before the squid games, your life was different.

you were closing the café at 8 p.m., the neon lights of hongdae buzzing outside, the air thick with the smell of street food and the hum of late-night crowds.

you’d be wiping down the counters, your apron stained with coffee grounds, a 16-ounce iced americano in your hand.

you’d sip it slowly, the bitter chill keeping you sharp as you locked up the doors for the night.

dae-ho would be waiting outside, leaning against the wall in his dusty work clothes, his construction job leaving him tired but never too tired to meet you so you both could walk back to your shared apartment together.

the man's long hair would be messy, and he’d always tease you about the coffee.

“babe, it’s 8 pm.,” he’d say, raising an eyebrow as you stepped out with that half-filled cup in hand, “you really need that now?”

you’d laugh, locking the door behind you.

“we’ve got stuff to do when we get home,” you’d say, nudging him, “dishes, laundry, that shelf you promised to fix. I gotta stay awake.”

the two of you would walk back to your tiny studio apartment, your shoulders brushing as the city was bright around you.

it was small, that apartment. it was just a single room with a creaky bed, a secondhand couch, and a kitchen barely big enough for both of you to stand in at once.

at the time it was yours, and it was home then.

dae-ho would try to talk to you about the caffeine, his voice gentle but serious as he sat on the couch, watching you sort laundry with your americano still in hand.

“y/n, you gotta cut back,” he’d say, his eyes soft with concern, “you’re gonna burn out. or, like, your heart’s gonna explode or something.”

you’d roll your eyes, taking another sip.

“i’m fine, dae-ho. it’s just coffee. it keeps me going and its not like im doing real drugs right!”

he’d sigh, pulling you down next to him, his arm warm around your shoulders.

“too much caffeine still isn't good for you, love. j-just please promise me you’ll try to hold back, okay? for me? I know you work around coffee all day but maybe take a few sips of water to avoid crashing from caffeine withdrawals.. you get what I'm trying to say?”

you’d nod, leaning into him, knowing you meant it in the moment.

“I get what you mean,” you’d say.

“I'll try."

unfortunately two days later, you’d be back at it.

you would sneak an extra shot at work, telling yourself it was just to get through the shift.

dae-ho never pushed too hard. he’d just shake his head and kiss your forehead, calling you his “caffeine lover” with a laugh.

a year and a half into your relationship with daeho... the squid games came along.

you don’t think about it much anymore, not consciously, but the memories still linger like shadows.

you’d found out you were pregnant with seo-ah just a week before thanks to passing out at work from exhaustion and dehydration.

thankfully you’d stopped drinking coffee cold turkey, knowing it wasn’t good for the baby.

the timing couldn’t have been worse since the games were a nightmare andthe constant threat of death allayed pressed down on you.

the withdrawal.

goodness, the withdrawal.

the headaches were relentless, a pounding in your skull that made you feel like you were dying before the guards even had a chance to point a gun at you.

every muscle ached, your hands shook, and the fog in your brain made it hard to think straight.

you’d survived, thanks to daeho and the will you had from carrying seo-ah, but those days left scars.

now, though, you’re here.

safe.

home.

you take a sip of your espresso, the cold bitterness familiar and grounding.

the house is still quiet, the girls asleep upstairs since its only 7am, their soft snores barely audible through the baby monitor on the counter.

dae-ho’s still in bed too, probably sprawled across your side, stealing your pillow like he always does.

you smile at the thought, your heart warm.

you’re not the same person you were back then, running on caffeine and adrenaline.

you’re a mom now, a wife, a survivor.

the coffee is still part of you, even if you’ve tamed it.

after twenty minutes of reading one of your books, coffee in hand, while occasionally checking on byeol in the monitor, the floor creaks.

you turn to see dae-ho shuffling into the kitchen, his hair a mess, his sweatpants low on his hips. he’s wearing a black t-shirt, and you can’t help but grin.

“morning, sleepyhead,” you say, holding up your glass.

“want one?”

daeho yawns, rubbing his eyes, then smiles.

it is a slow, soft smile that still makes your stomach flip after all these years.

“only if you’re making it,” he says while stepping closer, “you’re the barista, after all.”

you laugh, setting your glass down to start another shot.

“flattery will get you everywhere,” you say, measuring out the beans.

“one iced espresso, coming up.”

he leans against the counter, watching you work.

“you and your coffee,” he says, his voice warm with affection.

suddenly, he walks up and comes directly behind you. the ex-marine's large hands hold your waist as he presses his front body against your back.

“i swear, you’d marry that machine if you could.” he whispers against your earlobe.

“don’t tempt me,” you tease, pouring the espresso over ice, “this thing’s been more reliable than you when it comes to keeping me awake in the morning.”

he clutches his chest, pretending to be wounded.

“ouch, babe. you know thats a lie, I've kept you awake for me in the morning ... plenty of times.” you caught a smooth hint in his voice as he speaks.

"don't get any ideas, big tiger... here," you hand him his glass, and he takes a sip, his eyes closing briefly.

“perfect,” he says, then sets it down to pull you into his arms again.

daeho's hands are warm on your waist, and you lean into him, resting your head against his chest.

“you know,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your hair, “i’m proud of you. one coffee a week? your past self would've wondered how you were making it.”

you laugh softly, tilting your head to look up at him.

“it’s three mornings, not one,” you say while poking his chest, “don’t exaggerate.”

“still,” he says but his voice serious now, “you’ve come a long way. i know it’s not easy.”

you nod, your throat tightening.

he’s right since it hasn’t been easy.

it took finding new rhythms like better sleep, herbal teas, long walks with the girls to tire you out naturally.

dae-ho’s been there through every phase and every step, gently nudging you, never judging when you slip.

you lean up and kiss him, soft and slow, tasting the chocolate under taste from the espresso on his lips.

“I love you,” you whisper against his mouth.

“I love you too,” he says, pulling you closer.

for a while, it’s just the two of you.

the world is quiet except for the hum of the fridge and the faint chirping of birds outside while the sun still takes its time to rise.

around 8am the baby monitor crackles, and byeol’s soft babbling breaks the silence.

you both laugh, the spell broken but not gone.

“duty calls,” dae-ho says, kissing your forehead before letting you go.

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[rhinestonz]

☆ NEEDA HEAR YOU SAY IT ☆

It was times like this when you missed Toji. The clanks and clatter of silverware and China nulling in with the sounds of the TV. You had it on his favorite channel. Ready for him to come home. Everyday you missed him wishing he was there. Lately it had felt like Toji had forgotten all about you. Giving you a single small peck when he came home and going about his day. You were suddenly craving validation , like how you used to get. His long kisses and soft groups to your skin while telling you how good you are to him. Maybe this need for validation was the reason you went out of your way today. 

Toji fushiguro x housewife!reader. Praise kink. Squirting. Slight angst. Fucking on kitchen island.

You jumped to your feet as you heard the door knob twist. Practically running to Toji. He looked down at you with a small smile , kissing you on the forehead. “ how’ve you been, baby?” He inquired. His voice tired as he unbuttoned his coat. It was winter but he still opted for that compression shirt. “ Even if you're freezing you just gotta show off your muscles” you rolled your eyes. Taking his coat and hanging it. Toji stared at you incredulously as you knelt down and started untying his boots. “Uh … what the hell are you doing ?” He asked. His eyebrow raised “ what’s gotten into you ?” He laughed. You stood up , you weren’t sure. “ I um .. I don’t know “ you huffed out with a small laugh. Turning away from him into the living room. You waved your hands up “ look how good I cleaned” you cheered. Toji smiled , you looked so tiny in the living room. Then he took a moment to scan your figure. A white crop top with some blue jeans that hugs your lower half so nicely. “Why are you dressed?” He asked. You looked down at yourself “ I think this is causal” you said nonchalantly. Toji walked closer to you, pulling you into a hug. “ you’re acting so weird today baby,” he said laced with concern. You ignored his comment. “ Look how good I mopped,” you said, pointing towards the marble floors. Toji pulled you close by your waist , ignoring your finger. “ Don’t ignore me baby “ he warned, his voice a little deeper than before. You pouted , your fist against his chest. Tears began to well in your eyes . Toji's voice began to try and comfort you, like telling a 5 year old not to cry. You burst into tears anyway  “ why don’t you care about what I do anymore ?, do I not clean well enough? I did the laundry! I even polished the kitchen island !!” You weeped. Your face is buried into Toji’s chest. Your fist hit Toji as you heard him chuckle , “ This isn’t funny you big fucking jerk!“ you curse. You felt his large hands turn you around by your waist.  “Awww Sweet thing~” he cooed at you. “ I didn't think you’d need me to tell you that stuff” he sighed. You felt him lift you up a bit, moving you to the kitchen island. Toji placed small kisses on your neck from behind. “ Ofc my sweet thing does more than she even needs to for me, I’m so grateful for all the things you do” he said fondly. Something inside you was satisfied by that , however , feeling his crotch against the denim of your jeans left you needing more satisfaction. 

“F-fuck Toji~” you screamed out. Your toes barely touching the ground as you were bent over the kitchen island. “ Fuck sweet thing , your the best thing that’s ever happened to me “ Toji cursed out. His hip rutting into the plump of your ass over and over. You swear your brain was going numb. Barely able to keep your head up. Getting a good whiff of the cleaning product you used as your face squished against the marble. “ such a good girl , cleaning this counter so you can see your pretty lil fucked out face in it?” You had almost forgotten the feeling of Toji being rough on  you. Fuck you missed it. Your tears stained the counter you had cleaned “ “to think , my sweet thing had been crying just cuz she wanted sum praise” he teased. Gripping your hair tightly leaning down putting his whole weight on you. You were so sloppy. You could feel drops of you twos’ essence on the floor beneath you whenever your toes could graze the ground. Bent over the marble , feeling Toji’s cock in your stomach against the cool marble beneath it. Fuck he was so big. Your moans became strained. Though you missed this, with all that cleaning you just wanted to cum on his cock , be filled up , and then crash. “Want praise Sweet thing  ?” Toji fauxed confusion “ I can give you that “ he smirked. You felt him brushing your cervix, so big he could barely fit in you. “ Your such a good fucking girl , so good to me “ you almost felt those words in your core. “ hm ? My pretty woman just wants to hear me say I love her , that she’s doing a good job” . “ T-Toji m’ close” you whined. “ Well my Sweet thing deserves it , doesn’t she ?” He said, giving you a particularly harsh hit you your g-spot. You sprayed all over his torso and the floor. “Fuckk~” you whimpered. You almost went limp. Toji picked you up , carrying you to the bathroom.  “don’t worry , I can clean a mess , but probably not as good as you, “ he joked. Running you a bath and giving you a long kiss. 

[thezombieprostitute]

Tech Tuesday: Curtis Everett

Summary: Curtis decides to take the next step and ask if you're willing to meet offline.

A/N: Reader is female. No physical descriptors used.

Warnings: None that I can tell. Please let me know if I missed any.

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Curtis flops into his office chair after telling Steve to get Bucky back here. He should be upset because Bucky was wasting time getting a fancy coffee when he knew Curtis would be finishing up the code today. Instead, he takes the opportunity to grab his phone and chat with you.

Snowpiercer85: I hope you're having a better day today.

Unsurprisingly it takes a few minutes for you to respond.

HeartMonitor3000: better now that we're chatting.

Curtis feels his cheeks heat up.

Snow: Is that asshole student still on your floor?

Heart: sadly, yes. But at least we've only gotta deal with him for another month.

Snow: Oh?

Heart: that's when his rotation ends. a few of us are planning a small celebration once he's gone.

Curtis chuckles at that. He figures working as a nurse like you do is stressful enough but having some upstart med student whose parents made a big donation definitely made it worse.

Snow: By the way, been missing you on the server. Too tired to play?

Heart: no. I gotta get my computer fixed.

Snow: What's wrong with it?

Heart: I don't know, that's why I need to take it in.

Snow: You know I work in IT, right? What's going on with it?

Heart: the damn thing keeps freezing on me. I'll be in the middle of a game and suddenly everything just stops.

Snow: "Stops" as in "goes black"?

Heart: stops as in no sound, no mouse, no keys, nothing.

Curtis's heart leaps in his chest. This is an opportunity he's been looking for: a chance to meet you in person. He's wanted to meet you offline for months now but knows that it can be a touchy subject for a lot of reasons. He takes a few breaths to think about how to put it so he doesn't scare you off.

Snow: I've got some ideas what could be wrong but I'd need to look at it to be sure. Feel free to say "no" but, if you'd be willing to meet up at the library or something? Maybe even a park? Or the mall?

He tries to not take it to heart when you don't respond right away. You're a nurse. This is a potentially big deal. It's understandable you'd need time to answer him. Right? But after a few hours he's starting to lose hope and starts mentally berating himself for fucking things up. He's trying to work but he can't focus so he stuffs his phone into his pocket and goes for a walk around the building.

After a couple of laps he hears his phone ding. He checks and sees it's a message from you.

Heart: Tomorrow at the coffee shop across from the main library. 3PM.

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Tagging @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @ellethespaceunicorn; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory; @late-to-the-party-81; @lokislady82 ; @peyton-warren @ronearoundblindly; @stellar-solar-flare

[xoxobuckybarnes]

November 2024 Reading List

Complete

Not In The Answer But The Question (Rated: T, Words: 27K) by aimmyarrowshigh / @aimmyarrowshigh

Summary: It rankles that his drink was made before he even got a chance to order it. What if he wanted a change? What if he were adventurous and bold? What if he tried something new? --- Or, Steve Rogers shakes up his gray daily routine in 2014 by going back home to Vinegar Hill. To his surprise, the Jewish deli he used to frequent with Arnie is still standing. And Steve's whole life changes again.

Little House In The Suburbs (series)

Good Grief (Rated: G, Words 23K) Summary: All Bucky wants is to be the best he can be for Becca. It gets harder when his feelings start getting in the way. Birds and the Bees (and a thing called Love) (Rated: G, Words: 2K) Summary: Becca starts to ask the hard questions.

The Tortoise and the Hare (Rated: G, Words: 10K)

Summary: Bucky loves all kids, but no one's kid is better than Steve Rogers's.

Boy, Where Do You Think You're Going (Rated: E, Words: 20K) by Jibbly

Summary: That small head of blonde hair whips around and glares at Steve. He isn’t prepared for that anger. “This is all your fault.” More tears come and her glare crumbles. She’s furiously wiping at her eyes and hiccupping in distress. Sam leans in to whisper in Steve’s ear. “Who is that?” Steve stares helplessly at those hunching and shaking shoulders, whispering back to Sam. “She’s Bucky’s daughter.” “What?” It’ whispered through clenched teeth.

Love Will Make a Home Inside You (Rated: M, Words: 18K) by moshiznik & art by @koreanrage

Summary: "All children need is love, a grown-up to take responsibility for them, and a soft place to land." (A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness) Or, the one in which two super soldiers adopt two super children and, incidentally, fall in love.

The Happy Days (Rated: G, Words: 1K) by Ranger616

Summary: Steve and Bucky, being domestic dads during a quiet, cold evening in December. Fluffier than fairy floss.

Family Matters (Series) by attackofthezee (noxlunate)

Captain America And The Accidental Baby Acquisition (Rated: G, Words: 2K) Summary: The baby looks up at Steve with big brown eyes and pulls it’s fists from it’s slobbery mouth to hold them out to Steve. Right. Right. There’s a baby on Steve’s doorstep. Steve can handle this. Aka Steve Rogers And The Accidental Baby Acquisition. Aka sometimes assholes on twitter say "Captain America would never wear a papoose" and you gotta write a fic just to spite them. Nature's Masterpieces (Rated: G, Words: 2K) Summary: “Snow.” Ella says solemnly, pointing towards the window and the white fluff drifting down to gather in piles outside. “Yep. That’d be the fluffy cold white stuff out there.” Steve agrees, “We can go play in it when Pops comes home.” Ella sighs in a way that Steve is 110% sure she’s gotten from Bucky, presses a hand to Steve’s face and says, “Daddy, listen.” In which Steve has a precocious as hell three year old, snow ball fights are had, snow angels are made, and the future is talked about.

Don't Hate the Player (Rated: M, Words: 60K) by LoserOnTheInternet

Summary: Steve breathes heavily as he processes what he just did. The Gamemakers are staring down at Steve with gaping mouths and wide eyes. Shoving his panic down, Steve shoots them a cocky smirk and says, “Thank you for your consideration.” He gives them a lazy salute before dropping the shield and exiting the room. Steve Rogers and James Barnes are this year's tributes for the Seventy-Fourth Annual Hunger Games. Being from District 12, their chances of survival are next to none. In order to gain sponsors, the two create a fake star-crossed lovers scenario that quickly goes south once Steve starts to fall for the other boy. In a game where all but one are destined to die, who will be announced victor?

Where Everybody Knows Your Name (Rated: E, Words, 22K) by romanticalgirl & art by kittyandmulder

Summary: Bucky Barnes came back from the war short one arm and pissed off about it. His luck went downhill from there, and now he's listening to Clint, of all people, for life advice. He sends him to a bar that only hires vets and, despite a rough start, Bucky ends up working for Steve Rogers. Which he regrets instantly. Things get better. Bucky gets better. Steve's still an asshole, but maybe that's not so bad.

On The Other Side of a Downward Spiral (Rated: E, Words: 31K) by torakowalski

Summary: Bucky Barnes is barely functioning, let alone living, but when the Avengers find an abandoned baby girl, Bucky has to learn to look after himself, and keep the baby out of Hydra's hands. All while trying to work out exactly what kind of relationship he and Steve want from each other.