#I saw this and immediately thought of you guys

[prentisslvr]

NOT STRONG ENOUGH

summary: you got injured whilst on the job and spencer isn’t to pleased (post!maeve)

pairings: grumpy!spencer reid x sunshine!reader

genre: hurt/comfort?

warnings: mentions of maeve’s death, and canon complicit violence

authors note: i saw someone in the spencer reid tag ask about a fic like this and it gave me inspiration to write my own!!

you hadn’t noticed the tight grip spencer had on the steering wheel when he drove you and him home, nor did you notice his face; if looks could kill, the car that was driving extra slow in front of the two of you would’ve spontaneously combusted.

however you did notice, the slam of his door as he got out the car, his clenched jaw and avoidant gaze as he helped you out, with your broken leg and crutches.

you were used to spencer’s grumpiness, he’d had such a pessimistic view on life, and you didn’t know if it was the optimist in you, or the young naivety, but you had always thought you could fix him.

you had grown to fall in love with spencer in all his grumpiness.

you enjoyed getting to kiss away his angry pout and massage his scalp as he grumbled about how awful his day was.

you enjoyed getting to listen to his rants and just smile and kiss him and take all his problems away, being his source of comfort, like he was yours.

you always loved how even though he was so grumpy, he managed to reserve some sweetness for you, it made you feel so loved, so seen.

spencer on the other hand couldn’t believe he managed to have you as his girlfriend, after maeve, he wasn’t sure he was made for love, it wasn’t meant for him.

but you were meant for him.

he was immediately taken aback by you, the new intern at the bau, so bright and happy, he’d wondered what someone like you was doing at a job like this. someone so young, so happy, so optimistic.

he remembered thinking about how this job would tear you in half, like it did him.

he vowed not to let that happen.

but as he watched, helplessly as you tackled the unsub to the ground, and getting into a literal tussle, he was filled with so much anger, at the unsub, but mainly at himself.

he knew when he was new, he wanted to do his best to stop the bad guys, even if it meant putting himself in danger, he knew the sings of a reckless intern.

why didn’t he stop it.

now you were half black and blue, and walking around the house, well, less walking, more being carried around by spencer, and he really just wanted to scream.

“that was so stupid, you know that.”

you blink, the food on your for you were about to shovel into your mouth forgotten. “i’m sorry?” you say confused, dropping the fork, it clattered loudly against the plate.

“that stunt you pulled.” he gritted his teeth. “i mean, what were you thinking, that you were gonna save the day?” spencer asked, tilting his head in such a way that made you feel taunted.

almost, belittled.

“i was thinking about that girl.” you say, brows furrowing, “and how nobody was doing anything, we were just standing there waiting, negotiating, i saw an opportunity and i took it, the girl is safe now and he’s going to be locked up for the rest of his life.”

“you’re not a hero.” spencer scoffed. “you got lucky, what would you have done if you died out there?”

“nothing, because i’d be dead.” you say, as nice and as kind as you were, you had a quick mouth and it drove spencer insane. “what’s up with you, why are you so upset over this.”

“upset!” he slammed his fist against the table standing up, causing you to flinch, and some cutlery to fall on the floor, your heart thumped in your chest, you weren’t scared of spencer, you had faith he would never hurt you, but he’d never been thing angry with you before.

“i am not upset.” he spits out. “i am enraged at how after all this.. after, me, you could still go out there and risk your life like that! after all i’ve done to protect you!”

“protect me..” you stare at him through a glare standing up yourself. “i chose this job, spence, i chose this profession, i knew what came with it, and i do not need to be protected!”

spencer’s chest heaved as he stared at you, in silence.

“i-” you huff. “i knew the risks that came with the job spencer, and out in that field, i knew what i was risking, but it’s my life spencer. i’m perfectly aware of what i am doing.”

spencer closed his eyes and heaved out a long breath, pinching his nose. “you don’t get to make reckless decisions like that!” he screams clenching his fists. “not when it comes to your life.” he whispered softly, slowly sitting back in seat, as if he’d folded completely.

“i don’t know what i’d do if i lost you..” he says, licking his lips. “when.. when you think about losing someone you love, you can’t imagine it, what it would be like, but i can, because i have, i have lost someone, multiple people.” he says.

“in that moment, when i watched you tackle.. tackle that guy.” he squeezes his eyes shut, tears threatening to spill, as you watch him intensely. “i knew what it would be like spend the rest of my life without you, and i don’t think i’m strong enough to come to terms with that.”

spencer’s admission makes your chest hurt, it never occurred to you what something like taking a risk could do to him. spencer already had lost a lot, and you didn’t want to become a reason he loses another.

you step forward nudging his chin so his eyes were looking up into yours, his cheeks were wet with tears, and for the first time you didn’t see a grumpy man, a pessimistic man, you saw a man who’d had his heart broken far too often.

you gently stroke his cheek. “hey, i’m not going anywhere anytime soon, i’m an intern, today was just an off day.” i raise my brows. “i doubt i will be allowed in the field for a long time.”

he smiled, his eyes still red from tears. “i know you love your job, and i won’t try and stop you from doing it, but please, be careful, if not for you, then for me.”

“i’d do anything for you.” you say, kissing him on the lips. “i’ll be careful for you.”

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White Dog Cafe

pairing: max verstappen x pet cafe!owner

summary: while daniel forgets plans made with max, max has a meet-cute

a/n1: had this idea while playing a solitaire game and had it immediately plotted out 🥰. Sorry it took away to actually get it to you though… November started out rough…

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white_dog_cafe

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white_dog_cafe: officially open for business!

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user9: can’t wait to visit!

user10: YEEEESSSSS!!!!

user11: omg dream job acquired!

↳white_dog_cafe: if you’re in the area, feel free to stop in and apply! We still have a couple of openings

↳user11: literally running to you now!

yourbff: you got this!! ITS GONNA BE AWESOME!

↳yourusername: thank you babe

user12: Ariana (max verstappen) what are you doing here???

↳user13: the crossover i didn’t know i needed but am getting anyway!

↳user14: right? Like surprise of the century

↳user13: I guess it makes sense? They’re in the same area I guess and we all know max likes his cats…

↳user14: true! But still not something i expected

Twitter

user1: seriously? Like this could be anyone…

↳user2: apparently we get desperate for information and or gossip this deep into summer break

↳user1: I can’t believe anyone would be this desperate

user3: look at that rain though…

user4: where on earth is he?

↳user5: somewhere in Europe?

↳user6: what?

↳user5: apparently he and Daniel are spending part of the break exploring Europe!

↳user6: Maxiel forever!

user7: I saw him!

↳user8: seriously??? Spill!

↳user7: I was sitting in a local library window seat and so wasn’t the closest to him but he kept checking his phone and texting someone. When the rain started, he ducked into the building next to him

↳user8: i wonder who he was texting

↳user7: I’d guess Daniel if they were together

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white_dog_cafe

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white_dog_cafe: come on down! We’re teaming up with localshelter1 and localshelter2 for an adoption day! All adoption fees will be waived and part of the proceeds from the sales from the cafe itself will go back to the shelters!

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user15: oh my god…

↳user16: I love everything about this!

↳user17: the pet themed cupcakes…

↳user16: what are the stuffed animals for?

↳white_dog_cafe: we also partnered with a local toy store — each stuff animal has a matching live animal up for adoption! Something small for the little kids to hold onto while their new animals get used to their new homes

↳user16: omg that’s so thoughtful and perfect

user18: leo! Did he actually get adopted?

↳user19: I was there! Yes he did! Some guy came in and Leo made a direct run right to him. The owner laughed and said something like “looks like you’ve been adopted”

↳user18: 😍😍

↳user19: no joke it was like a romcom set up, the smile on this guys face…

localshelter1: a big success today! We currently have no occupants!

↳localshelter2: neither do we! Thanks to white_dog_cafe, for the first time in 5 years we are EMPTY!

↳white_dog_cafe: it was an honor to work with you! Same time next year?

↳localshelter2: you know it!!

user20: that’s great news!

↳user21: it was such a lovely event! I’m glad I got the chance to go!

↳user22: did you adopt?

↳user21: I did! A lovely little orange cat 💜

Twitter

user23: god his thighs…

↳user24: I know!!

user24: free titties? Just hanging out? For free???

↳user25: bite bite bite

user26: glad to see he’s relaxing!

↳user27: yes!

user28: is that a girl??? In the second photo???

↳user29: ok grandma let’s get you back to bed

↳user30: no no no let’s let her cook

mvupdates

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mvupdates: are our eyes deceiving us or does max have a new cat? Max was on stream last night and when his camera slipped, it caught a glimpse of a cat! Eagle eye viewers say that it doesn’t match pictures of Jimmy or Sassy

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user31: that is definitely a grey cat! No jimmy or sassy!

↳user32: max so bored during the off season that he resorts to getting a new cat

↳user33: he’s not the only one tbh…

user34: i swear to god i heard max call the cat leo

↳user35: leo??? Like Charles’ leo?

↳user36: Jesus we need a race again…he’s not gonna name his cat Leo

↳user34: I know what I heard!!

user19: wait a minute??

↳user19: i KNOW that cat

Twitter

user28: MAX VERSTAPPEN!! I told you all there was a girl by his side!!

↳user29: oh god not again

↳user30: no no no she has a point

user37: oh my god???

↳user38: this was NOT on my bingo card for this year

↳user37: I don’t think it was on anyone’s…

user39: and suddenly the universe screamed out in agony…THAT SHOULD BE ME

↳user40: no but for real??

↳user41: HE WAS AN OPTION???

↳user42: I guess for like 2 minutes…😭😭😭

user43: ok but when did he and k*lly break up?

↳user44: well she hasn’t been seen since Miami this year…

↳user44: and that was a CHILLY 🥶 interaction, I’d guess it happened around then if not before

user46: stargazing on the highway tonight!

↳user48: big mood

↳user49: same! Sleepover party?

↳user46: I’ll bring the drinks

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yourusername

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yourusername: Visiting old friends and making new ones!

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user50: oh my god is that Leo?

↳yourusername: it is! Turns out he’s a little rascal

↳user50: he’s a cutie tho!

↳yourusername: ridiculously cute…and he knows it 😂🙄🥰

↳user50: they always do

user51: are those…are those the verstappen cats? Jimmy and Sassy?

↳user52: who?? What are you talking about?

↳user51: formula 1’s max verstappen! He’s got 2 cats that look exactly like those two cats in the third picture

↳user52: and those cats would be in a post from the owner of a pet cafe???

user19: I’ve connected the dots

↳user53: you’ve connected the dots?? What are you talking about?

↳user19: yourusername is dating max verstappen! He’s been rumored to be in a new relationship and he was definitely the man I saw adopt leo at white_dog_cafe a couple of weeks ago! And look! He’s in the likes!

↳user19: I’ve connected the dots!

↳user53: you’ve connected shit

↳user19: IVE CONNECTED THE DOTS

yourbff: cats are your kryptonite aren’t they

↳yourusername: noooo…

↳yourbff: 🧐🧐🧐

↳yourusername: but they’re so cute!!

↳yourbff: sure you’re not talking about their owner instead??

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[such a good passenger! | COTA 😍😍]

user19 replied IS THAT A VERSTAPPEN CAT?!?

maxverstappen1 replied glad to see you’re on your way. Cats doing ok?

↳yourusername yes yes yes we’re all doing fine

↳maxverstappen1 I just want this to go well

↳yourusername it’s gonna be fine

yourbff replied get it girl!!

↳yourusername omg why am I friends with you again

↳yourbff cause I know too many secrets

↳yourusername for real 🙄

yourusername

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yourusername: COTA you were amazing. Max that was…simply lovely ☺️

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user19: I KNEW IT!

↳user53: ok grandma let’s get you to bed

↳user19: but I was right!!!

↳user53: literally no one cares anymore

danielricciardo: great entrance for your first race!

↳yourusername: thank you! Of course it was nothing compared to yours in ‘22

↳danielricciardo: well not everyone can be me!

↳user54: oh god i can just tell their friendship is gonna be so good!!

charles_leclerc: so great to meet you and your cat leo ☺️

↳yourusername: it was nice to meet you too!

↳maxverstappen1: Don’t even.

↳yourusername: but Leo is actually max’s!

↳maxverstappen1: liefje

↳charles_leclerc: OH??? 🤭🤭🤭

↳maxverstappen1: I am going to hunt you down in Mexico and run you right off the track

↳charles_leclerc: you’d have to catch me first! 🤗

alex_albon: coming for our brand huh?

↳yourusername: we could never! But maybe a playdate?

↳alex_albon: absolutely!

user55: I can’t believe that one user was right…

↳user19: I TOLD YOU

↳user55: oh god she’s stalking me. Mom help I’m scared

↳user53: I’ve got her

maxverstappen1: it was simply lovely to have you here with me

↳yourusername: awww 🥰🥰🥰

↳yourusername: nowhere else i'd rather be

↳maxverstappen1: cute but definitely a lie

↳yourusername: oh yeah absolutely. I looked it up — there’s a cat cafe with a indoor waterfall like 20 minutes away

↳maxverstappen1: well what are we waiting for?

↳yourusername: just you, you slow poke

↳maxverstappen1: 🙄🙄

[ayrtonswnna]

hello there!

Can I request a Franco x reader? But where Ayrton Senna is alive in this universe and the reader is Senna? If not, then fine. It's up to you. Thanks in advance 😊😊

ʚɞ a/n: that is my moment!!!!!!!! i often imagine how would it be to have ayrton in contemporary scenarios it's unhealthy lol. i really think he'd be full of jokes and a fun guy just like he was off track. thanks for the request, it was a real nice one to write! (and if anyone has any senna request, i'll be more tham happy to take it! (i'm even willing to write stuff with senna himself))

ʚïɞ "you got me good" FC43

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀↳ masterlist ↳ drop a request! ↳ more franco fluff!

✧₊⁺ franco colapinto x cecília senna (senna!female oc)

✧₊⁺ word count: 1,6k⠀⠀⠀⠀✧₊⁺, gender: crack, fluff.

✧₊⁺ summary: franco and cecília kept a secret relationship and when they decide to come clean, her father was ahead of it and he's a total menace.

✧₊⁺ warnings: alternative universe where that may 1th 1994 didn't happen and ayrton grew old like he deserved to, my hyper focus on that man shown in references, a bit of portuguese properly translated, kinda short and poorly contextualized, curse words, franco is a baby, just soft and light content for the win.

"What do you mean he doesn't know about it?"

Franco took a deep breath, massaging his own scalp as his friend and co-worker continued talking, a mix of excitement and judgment in his words.

"You are not making this any better," he mouthed.

"You are dating his daughter! You are da-ting. The man's daughter. Like... The man's daughter. The hell haven't you met her family!?"

"I am scared, okay!? If I get rejected by her family... It's not just my girlfriend's family. It's simply Senna himself! Should I what!? Drop the job? Hide in a cave?"

Alex laughed, the words and the tone easing the tension. The guy was worried to death and things might be simpler than he thought. Everyone knew Senna was a fun person.

Dating Cecília Senna felt almost like marrying into royalty. It's a good feeling, though. Bagging Cecília Senna could easily be added to one of Franco's big achievements — and he's a former F2 driver called in last minute to fill a Formula One seat — and he's doing great.

But still, it's Cecília Senna, the only child of a legend, someone he looked up to growing up, someone he saw in the paddock many times before ending up in his daughter's sheets.

"Hello, everyone!"

God, his heart might have dropped to the floor just now. The retired driver walked into the garage happily, with his daughter attached to his arm and waving familiarly.

Everyone gathered around them immediately, though Cecília's eyes instantly met Franco's. She knew he was scared and had made fun of him until she couldn't anymore, teasing him in every way she could.

"I've heard the news on the Argentinian! You guys are lucky you got away easily!"

Alright, it's time to pray. What news? That he's fucking his daughter? That they meet every week? That she wanted a Williams' box pass so badly just because of him? Or... That they hid it from everyone just to gain a bit more time?

"We got quality, mate! That's it." Vowels took his cue to fill in the blank, the people dispersing and going back to their work. "Found the kid sparring and made him a beast."

"Yeah, of course," the Brazilian laughed. "What's up, buddy! Feeling the pressure?"

Franco mentally cursed Cecília for raising her eyebrows and doubling the meaning of the question, but he managed to stand up and dry his sweaty hands on his pants.

"I try not to, honestly. Not... think about it a lot," he said, feeling he could have worded the sentence a bit better as they shook hands.

"That's the spirit! I heard a lot about you, little man. Do you know my daughter? Cecília?"

Tricky question. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Tricky question.

If he had heard about it, then he knew about them. Franco could say "yes" and end up with a lecture, or say "no" and be caught in a lie.

"You guys think you are smart, huh? Fooling around, hiding from cameras..."

Oh, it's over. It's over for him. The "drop the job and hide in a cave" plan was almost running in his veins right now. Maybe he should Sebastian Vettel his way around, retire early, and move to a countryside home in Switzerland. Yes, that's a good plan.

"Pai... Para com isso." Cecília shoved her dad's side, rolling her eyes. (Dad... Stop that.)

"What? You guys thought you got away with it?"

"Pai! Ele tá ficando sem graça!" she insisted. (Dad! He's getting uncomfortable!)

Franco thought of speaking up, but the nerves were all up and maybe he should let it be.

"Yeah! He should!" Ayrton still had a serious look on his face, making Franco shiver.

"Pai, sério." (Dad, I'm serious.)

"Sir, I know it—"

"Come on, Franquinho! I'm fooling around, take that scared look off your face!" In a matter of seconds, Ayrton's grin turned into a playful smile, and his arm was hooked over Franco's shoulder, messing up his hair and leaving him even more confused. "Did I scare you? You should have seen your eyes!"

Franco laughed, still a bit dulled. That was a big one.

"You're a bastard," Cecília rolled her eyes once again, aware of the father she had.

The man was a natural jokester, full of little jokes and loved making uncomfortable scenarios in the name of fun. He was a handful.

"And you guys should have told me about this before! You lost it all, Franquinho. Angra, the travels... You need to be introduced to the family!"

He had heard about Angra; the beach house Cecília went to every now and then, how much she and her father loved the place. He even saw an old interview where Ayrton said that his retirement plans included being "Angra's nature inspector."

"Yeah- Yeah, sim." Franco risked some Portuguese, patting Ayrton on the back before they both stepped apart. "Sorry for... for taking too long to meet you, I was- Damn, you got me good."

"I could see!" Senna didn't waste a single laugh. "Don't worry, little boy. You're a good investment. And Cecília is pretty happy, so... you got my support."

"I'm even happier to hear it." Franco chuckled. "Thank you, very much. Your daughter also makes me really happy."

"Of course! Her bad jokes make everyone laugh." Ayrton kept the teasing going. "Now you better show me some racing! I've been in your place and to keep the daughter you need to be as good as dad!"

"You should have seen your face, baby!"

Franco glanced at his girlfriend as he turned his head, their first alone time since the morning's humiliation session.

"I don't wanna talk about it," he mouthed, shirt off and focus switching. "That was traumatizing."

"I told you he's a clown." Her shoulders went up a bit. "But he wasn't lying at the end! He likes you!"

"I got that part. Now I know where you got that dark humor from." The blue-eyed boy stood in the middle of his room, hands on his waist as he let his girlfriend use her eyes.

"What can I say? I am my father's daughter." She smiled mischievously. "He wants you to spend some time, though. Before Vegas, maybe?"

"I could've Max Verstappen my way around and have stayed for the week... But we waited until your dad could scare me to death in the middle of the box so... Yeah, it can be next week." He started simple, voice steady.

But then Cecília approached and her hands liked to touch. All over his torso while she traced a good way for his hair.

"You ain't seen nothing yet." The smile was still on her face, lips coming closer and closer to his. "But I am really happy, you know? Now we can just be and enjoy some time... I can take you to Angra, and I don't need to hide in your driver's room. I was done with pretending I was investing in Williams just so I had a reason to watch the races here."

"Told you about it... You could afford my seat."

Another joke. Ever since he got into F1 as an emergency call, she did say she only had to call her dad and his 2025 seat would be secured.

"You're gonna get it because you deserve it, I am not affording that." She flashed her eyelashes, rimming a single syllable as his hands also started to travel.

Inside her expensive shirt, up and down her back in good pressure before they found room at her waist.

"You know what else I deserve?"

"You freak! Go shower and I'll be waiting for you outside. My dad is around!"

It took them no time. Within weeks, Ayrton and Franco became partners in crime, and suddenly, Cecília was having a taste of her own medicine.

"Turn it off! Now!" Ayrton whispered in a screaming tone, the last signal Franco needed before turning off the power for the whole house.

Cecília had just come back from the beach and Franco finally knew the Angra house. It was dark, and the prank was not very well planned.

"Porra." (Shit.) they heard the Brazilian swearing. "Que inferno, de novo? PAAAAI?" (What the hell, again? DAAAAD?)

He knew some words in Portuguese and it only made it funnier. Him and his father-in-law were hiding in the small laundry room as Cecília searched for them.

"Ready, kid?"

"No, but I'll do it anyways."

"Good kid. You're a great one." The old man, as a new custom, messed with the Argentinian's hair, before opening the door and waiting for him to leave.

"Eu juro, se vocês estiverem armando pra cima de mim eu— Ah— FRANCO! NO!" (I swear, if you guys are planning something against me I—)

He's fast even with his limited knowledge about the furniture in the house, walking in the dark before he could lift her and throw her over his shoulder.

It's the fourth time she's thrown in the pool and she just knows it's her father opening the glass door for the exterior area before she's sinking in cold water.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU ALL!" Cecília screamed. "I JUST WASHED MY HAIR! OH MY GOD! PUTTING YOU TWO TOGETHER WAS THE WORST THING I EVER DID!"

"Não reclama, princesinha..." (Don't you complain, little princess...) her father played, now standing besides her boyfriend. "Bate aqui, you passed the test. Welcome to the family." (High five,)

"I hate you guys. Eu odeio vocês, los odio. Whatever. Don't ever talk to me again." Cecília stomped her way out of the pool, walking straight past them.

"Don't get mad, baby... It's just a joke!"

"Well, boy... It's your girlfriend. Go ease her nerves. You're called Colapinto for a reason."

ʚïɞ ayrtonswnna, 2024. check my masterlist or drop a request (: reblogs and feedback are always welcome (:

[takamiwife]

hawks x pregnant reader?... either his kid or someone else's doesn't matter, as long as he's loving sweet and spoiling tf out the baby ❤️ he would be soooo good w postpartum care. im sure he's helped deliver kids in emergency situations - 🌕

thank you for the request! this is adorable <33 sorry this took a while </3 schools been kicking my ass

but anyways

this man is literally meant to be a father

when you told him you were pregnant, his reaction was: “we’re having a baby?” (shocked) -> “we’re having a baby?” (terrified) -> “we’re having a baby?!” (over the moon ecstatic)

your pregnancy wasn’t planned, so admittedly he was very nervous. he always expected to have kids when he had taken a load off of his hero work, and as soon as you asked if you two should reconsider, he immediately stopped you

“no, no, no. i’m.. i’m ready. as long as you are.”

of course he wifed you up IMMEDIATELY

he can’t have you walking around with his baby without a ring on your finger!

for a short period of time, it was extremely stressful and hectic. you wanted to get your wedding done early on in your pregnancy so you could still fit into your dream dress, and keigo was balancing trying to work a lot to try and make the city the most secure he could for when the baby arrived while also wanting to be home with you, but you two found a way to do it. you postponed your honeymoon until a few months after the baby was born (hey, you’d need it then anyways), so the beginning of your marriage was filled with baby-proofing your now shared apartment and setting up a nursery

everyday when he’d wake you up, he’d kiss you on the forehead, then on your growing bump

this man would come home EVERYDAY with baby stuff, “i saw it in a store while on patrol, wouldn’t this be perfect?”

plus, he’d find the exact vitamins you should take and got them for you, wanting you and the baby to be as healthy as possible

he’d insist you don’t lift a single finger, especially since you went through a lot of stress early on with rapidly planning your wedding, but you convinced him to let you be able to help with the baby’s room

whenever you two are alone together, his hand is like, CONSTANTLY on your stomach

he cried when he felt the baby kick

you guys would celebrate every trimester with a little cake with candles on it

you often got late night cravings, and you always told him not to worry about it, but he insisted because he just so happened to be craving the same thing, so it really wasn’t a problem

rubs your back and holds your hair during morning sickness, and is so patient with you with mood swings

when you really started to show and you couldn’t fit into your old clothes, you broke down crying about how you felt so bad about yourself, and he was genuinely so confused because you had never looked more beautiful to him

nevertheless, he took you out shopping the next day for maternity clothes

he’d love buying onesies and bringing them home to “show off” to the baby, aka holding the onesie up to your stomach

“just remember that daddy picked this one out for you, not mommy, so this one has to be your favorite, okay?”

“you are gonna be the best dressed baby in town”

he’d also have the room filled with toys

“oh, i just saw it in a store window and thought it’d be perfect”

you actually had to stop him bc you were quickly running out of room

he’d have your hospital bag packed and ready by the door a month and a half before you were due

so when your water broke, this man was READY

he was right next to you the whole time, encouraging you and letting you squeeze his hand as hard as you needed

so when the baby was finally born, you handed them to him, and he was so, so scared

it all suddenly felt so real

and the baby looked like a perfect combination of the two of you. but they had your eyes. your perfect, loving eyes

he tried to bite back the tears as he gently brushed his finger along the baby’s face

“hey there.. i’m your daddy.. nice to finally meet you, you’ve been giving your mommy lotsa problems these past few months, kiddo.”

he’d kiss their head, still trying to hold back tears. he promised himself that he would be the best goddamn father he could be. better than his deadbeat dad ever could be. your baby would never doubt that they were loved, they’d never wonder where there next meal would come from, and they sure as hell would never be scared of him

postpartum was a bit hard for you, but keigo was there every step of the way. he was a boat in a dark sea, and you knew that you weren’t going through it alone. he got as much time off of work as he could to try and be there for you and the baby, but he still never felt like it was enough

he’d always make sure you knew you were absolutely adored no matter what your brain was telling you, and made sure to take as many of the responsibilities off of you as possible on particularly hard days

not once did you get up at night to feed them or change their diaper. he would always immediately turn the baby monitor off, creeping quietly down the hallway to their room, and would stay with them as long as it took for them to get back to sleep. he was used to having a fucked up sleep schedule, so this was no problem for him

he takes pictures constantly

everyone at work is constantly getting updates on the baby, and you guys started taking monthly family photos, which he rotates out on his desk

you guys know how (unfortunately) a lot of women have to beg their husbands to take care of the baby so they can go shower?

well that’s not you

as soon he gets home, he scoops the baby up, telling you that it’s your time now

“i’ve been gone all day! it’s my turn with the baby, go on, i already started the bath for you” and the bathroom has lit candles, a bath bomb in the warm tub, and one of those little bathtub desk things for a drink and an ipad (yall pls know what i’m talking about 😭)

it’s a constant competition for the baby saying “mama” or “dada” first

one day, the baby just would not. stop. crying. no matter what you guys did, it seems that they would never cease. overstimulated and running out of ideas, keigo strapped a baby wrap to his chest and stuck them in it

“keigo, what are you doing?”

“we’re goin’ for a ride. it always helps me calm down”

“wh- you can’t take the baby flying!”

“they’re my kid, they’ll be fine!”

“oh my god- okay, don’t go too fast, or i swear to god-“

“relax, baby, i got this” he flashed his charming smile at you, and you only sighed

“be back in one piece, okay?”

despite being known as the man who’s too fast for his own good, keigo enjoyed a calm, slow flight. as soon as he hit the air, the baby seemed to immediately stop crying; and as the baby looked up at him with those big, round eyes, keigo realized just how lucky he was to be able to fall in love with those eyes twice in his life

“there ya go kiddo, i knew you just needed some air. just like your dad, hm?”

and he had never felt more proud

[jaybirdluvr73]

You're my Best Friend (nanami kento x reader)

A longer fic version of this

Best friends to lovers with Nanami Kento. Fluff, a little tiny bit of angst but a Happy ending. Mild spoilers. Set in the early 2000s. I was thinking about what to call this and became inspired by the song "You are in love" by Taylor Swift

a/n: this is my first fic like this, i hope you guys like it. Feedback is super appreciated <3

"You're a…what?", you say in disbelief, trying to figure out if your normally level headed best friend has officially gone insane.

"A sorcerer", Kento says slowly, as if he hasn't fully accepted it either. "In the world, there's cursed energy and some people, sorcerers, are capable of using it. Usually to fight curses." 

Your mouth hangs agape as you wonder if this is some prank he's playing on you. But Kento has never lied to you before. (although he's never claimed monsters and sorcerers were real either.)

"I believe you", you say finally, to Kento's relief, "I mean this sounds completely insane but I trust you."

He finally cracks a small smile before frowning as he remembers something. "That's not all"

"What? Don't tell me aliens are real too"

"They want me to go to a school that trains sorcerers" he swallows before continuing, "in Tokyo"

You feel your heart stop as you realise that means you'll hardly see him anymore. Ever since preschool, the one constant in your life has been Nanami Kento. Sitting in class, eating lunch, walking home, no matter what you did or where you were, he was always by your side. 

You can't pinpoint the exact moment you fell in love with him, you just remember waking up one day and knowing. Maybe it was when he would ask the teachers questions for you in preschool, or in elementary school when he tried to bake you a cake by himself for your birthday. It might have been when he started reading all your favourite books so he could talk about them with you or when he spent half an hour trying to win you a teddy bear at an arcade. You may not know when you fell in love with him but you do know that loving Nanami Kento came as naturally as breathing.

"Promise you'll come back to visit", you say, trying to offer a smile. He nods, swearing that he'll never break a promise to you.

Nanami Kento remembers the exact moment he fell in love with you. It was fourth grade and your tenth birthday was coming up. He spent days looking up recipes and baking tutorials so that he could bake you the perfect cake. He spent hours on it. By the time he finished, his mom joked that there was more flour on him than in the cake but it was worth it to see the look on your face when he sowed it to you. The cake didn’t turn out great, the layers were uneven, the frosting was grainy and the entire thing was lopsided. When you saw it, you immediately started tearing up. At first he started apologising because he thought it was so bad that it made you cry. But then you threw your arms around his shoulders smiling widely and told him that nobody had ever done something so nice for you before. From that moment he knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life making you smile like that. 

“- and  I put some of the new Fall Out Boy songs on the playlist too. The new album isn’t their best but”, you stop as you see a strange look on his face. “What’s wrong Ken?” 

“Nothing’s wrong it’s just,” he pauses then says, “You’re my best friend”

“The cheesecake was good but I think next time I want to try the brownie”, you say, shivering as you step outside the new bakery Kento brought you to. “I told you to bring a jacket, " he says, frowning while he takes off his sweater to give you. 

“I didn’t think it would be this cold!” you say trying to defend yourself as you tell him to keep his sweater on so he doesn’t freeze. “I’m not feeling that cold anyway”, he says as he forces the soft material into your hands. 

You put it on, closing your eyes as you feel the warm embrace of the fabric. “It smells like you”, you say before clarifying, “in a good way, I mean.” He just laughs and shakes his head before walking you back home. 

He laughs the same way years later, when you reveal that you slept in the sweater for a week, only stopping once it didn’t smell like him anymore. 

“Kento I know you’re in there!”, you shout, knocking on his bedroom door. “Your mom told me you were home.” He opens the door with a sigh before looking down at you and asking what you were doing here. As he gazes at you, you notice the deep eyebags that weren't there before, and a hardness in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. 

“I’m here because my best friend disappeared! Because you haven’t responded to my texts, or IMs or emails for weeks and I needed to know that you were okay”

“Well you can see that I’m fine. Thank you for checking on me, but you can go now.”

“Fine? Really” , you scoff, pushing your way into the dark room. “You won’t talk to me, your parents told me that you barely say a word to them and you clearly haven’t been sleeping! I want to help you Ken. I want to be there for you but you keep pushing me away.” Your voice softens before you continue, “I know you and Haibara were really close. I can’t imagine how you must be feeling right now”

“Exactly, you don’t know how I’m feeling right now and I hope that you never do”, he yells , “I’ve seen what this life can do to people, I’ve seen the toll it takes on the people left behind. I could die at any moment while on a mission, and I don’t want you to have to feel that kind of loss! I love you too much to put you through that! It’s better this way.” 

“Better for who Kento? Because I’m already miserable without you and you don’t seem to be doing much better! I know that being a sorcerer is dangerous and that something could happen to you. But isn’t it better to have loved and lost than to live life alone, because you’re worried about what might happen?”, you feel tears welling in your eyes before you continue, “I’m in love with you Kento and I don’t care how risky your life is. I’m willing to face any amount of pain if it means keeping you in my life. I would rather have you, and risk losing you, than not have you and lose you anyway.”

Kento feels his world stop spinning as soon as the words ‘I’m in love with you’ spill out of your lips. His mouth hangs open as he tries to figure out what to say. The only words that he manages to get out are, “Can I kiss you” as he leans closer. You nod slowly as you move towards him. 

You can feel his breath tickle your face before his lips finally descend to capture yours. Something warm grows in his chest, like the first flowers of spring blooming after a long winter. The entire world around him disappears as he feels your soft lips dancing against his own. His hands move gently to cup your face as he deepens the kiss. You snake your arms around his waist, feeling the soft caress of his hands on your cheeks. Feelings left unsaid for years come bubbling up and overflows.

When you two finally break apart to breathe, you notice a familiar look in his eyes. And this time, you knew what it was. 

He is in love

a/n: I'm not a huge fan of the title banner i made but lmk what you guys think.

tag list: @jasminelee324

[slxtarchive]

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 … you, your boyfriend chris, and his brothers went to the bowling alley for a fun night.

ᥫ᭡ … you sat on the seat eating the nachos chris had bought while he set up each of your names on the screen. you looked and saw as he entered each name one by one. matt, nick, you, then chris.

matt was the first one up grabbing a bowling ball of his choice before smirking at chris and nick. “prepare yourself. i’ve beat you both once…” he then turned toward you. “and now i’ll add another loser to my list.” he teased.

you rolled your eyes shooing him. “yap yap. we’ll see about that.”

he laughed before taking his turn. unfortunately, he did in fact roll a strike. “what did i say?” he shrugged, walking off and back to where he sat. “nick you’re up.”

nick huffed. “i can assure you i’m not going to be any better than last time.” he said grabbing the ball and rolling it hitting a few pins down. “fuck.” he cursed and grabbed the other ball. he rolled it again and hit a couple more but not clearing them all. “mother fucker. i hate this shit.” he walked back as his brothers and you giggled.

you stood up knowing you were next. “watch and learn.” you smiled as you picked up the bowling ball. you got yourself ready before rolling it down the lane. you hit the center leaving two pins on either side. “you’re kidding me.”

you heard laughs from the triplets. “good luck with that, baby.” chris said leaned back man spread. he looked so good. you ignored the fact that your throat dried up when you saw him and grabbed another ball. you then aimed for one of the pins knowing that’s all you could get.

you ended up hitting the right one down. “at least i got one.” you shrugged heading back.

chris stood up high-fiving you. “good job.” he said puckering his lips which you instinctively pecked. he then continued to get a bowling ball as you sat down. he inserted his fingers in the holes designated for them and the way his hands moved and swiftly handled the bowling ball had you clenching your thighs.

he held it in his hand trying to get a good grip of the ball making sure it wouldn’t slip off which further showed the veins opposite of his palm.

you looked and saw the way he held it with one hand finally getting ready to bowl it. the way his veins reached all the way up his forearm.

you took a deep breath not wanting anyone to notice how it suddenly started to become a little high in temperature in the alley.

what made everything even better was when he rolled the ball and hit a strike. “holy shit! let’s fucking go!” he cheered, his smile radiating. he made eye contact with you as you were recovering from seeing his fine ass. his brows furrowed for a split second before looking at matt. “matt did you fucking see that?”

matt grumbled. “yes i did.” he playfully rolled his eyes getting up to complete his turn once again.

chris smiled and walked back toward you. “you okay baby?” he questioned seeing a difference in how you were sitting.

you snapped back into reality and nodded. “oh! yeah im fine.” wrong. you weren’t fine. you were actually thinking of the amount of ways he could make you feel good right now.

chris nodded and even though you thought he didn’t notice, he did. he noticed the slight way your cheeks flushed and the movement in your thighs. he noticed how you bit your lip slightly. how your stare was a thousand miles away as if your mind was moving a thousand miles a minute.

he smoked to himself, loving the effect he had on you. so he continued on, doing small things that he knew would drive you insane.

when it was finally time to go you were so needy to the point where you were about to beg to be touched. matt had drove you guys to the triplets house and you and chris climbed up the stairs and entered his room. he closed the door and immediately started getting ready for bed.

you became a bit shy at what to do so you changed as well. you changed into a cute little pajama set before going to the restroom and washing up. the whole time though you couldn’t take your mind off of chris’s hands. how his fingers could stimulate you just the right way. you were dripping at the thought.

as you finally finished, you walked out to see chris laying on the bed shirtless with his hands behind his head “all ready for bed baby?” he questioned earning a small nod from you. you climbed into bed sitting beside him still dozing off. that’s when chris placed a hand on your thigh in between both of them and in response you mindlessly squeezed them. he audibly chuckled at your action. “you okay?”

you nodded, embarrassed and not wanting to say what you were enduring. he licked his bottom lip before rubbing your thigh. “so you had fun bowling?” he was teasing you. every time his hand moved up further toward where you needed him and you thought he’d finally touch you, he’d move it back down — keeping you with that feeling of immense need.

you couldn’t focus on anything else. you didn’t even notice he has asked a question until he squeezed your thigh with the hand you were staring at. “what you thinkin�� about?” he spoke quietly, his voice sultry. he knew exactly what he was doing.

your throat became dry as you were about to speak. “um..” you avoided eye contact as you tried to control your breathing. your heart raced and your pussy felt like it was pulsing. you looked at his hand again, the image of his fingers gripping the inside of the ball and the veins that you found so attractive. your mouth was dry. God, you needed him so bad.

he turned his body toward you. “mm.. so nervous.” he flitted his eyes from your lips to your hands that were in fists before looking up again trying to find your eyes. “look at my baby, c’mon.” he purred removing his hand from your thigh to steady himself before moving his left hand and tilting your head toward his.

you reluctantly looked him in his eyes earning a smile from him. “there she is. tell me what you want?” he was confident in knowing how needy you became. his thumb went to your bottom lip slowing passing across it before grabbing your jaw. “if you tell me …” he didn’t finish his sentence. it was like he wanted you to finish it for him in your head because you did know what he’d say and what he’d meant.

if you told him then he’d give you what you want

you took a breath before speaking, “want you to touch me.” you confessed those words quietly. chris smiled down at you loving the way you fell apart with his touch. “please..” you began to bed.

he began to nudge your thighs apart the cool air hitting in between them. you got the chills when he trailed his fingers alone the inside of them. “how bad?” he frowned sarcastically.

you took matters into your own hands and guided his hand to placed right on your heat. “bad.” you whispered before looking at him. his lips looked so pink and kissable.

chris felt the room heat up as you guided his hand toward where you needed him. he then trailed his own hand to the waistband of your underwear and reached in pressing to fingers onto your clit.

your breathing hitched feeling his cold fingers on your hot cunt. you leaned back against the headboard, your legs opening wider by default. chris slowly and gradually moved his fingers in a circle motion over your clit.

he scooted more back to lean against the backboard of the best so that he was able to take his right hand and pull your chin toward him to connect your lips. you moaned inside his mouth feeling his fingers speed up a bit. “what got you this needy, baby?” he murmured against your lips. he pecked them a few times more before slowly his fingers down. “answer me..”

you gulped, leaning forward as he leaned back away from your lips. your eyes pleasingly moved from his lips to eyes. “mm… because of when you.. you know…” you trailed off, feeling small under his gaze. he raised his brows wanting you to finish. “when you grabbed the bowling ball. your hands — they looked really good.” you were almost breathless as you told him what got you all hot and bothered.

his fingers quickly sped up as you said what was in our mind. “yeah? you like the way my hands look?” he teased, his fingers quickening and your legs shaking in response.

you nodded grabbing chris’s shoulder and squeezing it as you felt yourself begin to slip away into the needed ecstasy you’ve wanted al day. “mhmm… chris — feels so good. please, don’t stop chris.”

his chest moved up and down as he tried to get you to your high faster. “don’t worry baby, m’not gonna stop. wanna make my girl feel so good.”

those words were the final push you needed to hit the edge race before your core snapped like a rubber band. you felt the wave of pleasure hit you, your hands squeezing chris’s chest as the sweet sound of your moans blessed his ears.

he slowed down his fingers but not all the way trying to ride you out of your high. your chest began to slow as you calmed down. your eyes were screwed shut but as you finally opened them you caught chris admiring you. you blushed, always feeling nervous around him regardless of the situation. “stop staring.” you leaned your forehead against his shoulder.

“mm.. never.”

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[izzabela]

Could you write headcanons for the Lin Kuei trio (Cyrax & Sektor too if possible) with an Autistic reader helping them deal with a sensory overload? Thank you! ^_^

Too Much - Lin Kuei x GN!autistic!reader (headcanons)

in which you experience a sensory overload

a/n: i'm back

ship[s]: tomas vrbada, kuai liang, bi han, cyrax, sektor x GN!autistic!reader (separate)

warning(s): sensory overload (i did my best on research guys), pre-lin kuei split

Sensory overload: "...occurs when one or more of the body's senses is overstimulated to a point where a person is unable to cope."

While it can be used for PTSD and OCD, for the purposes of this fic, it will be related to autism and people on the spectrum

Tomas Vrbada - Ear-clapping

- ear-clapping is one of the more serious mechanisms that could happen with a sensory overload, which involves the person with autism to aggressively clap their ears. in the most severe cases, screaming and crying can occur

- Tomas learned this was caused by very loud sounds

- to help you, he learned that immediately moving you to a quieter area works wonders

- if there were no available quiet spaces, he did his best to hold you very tightly (and i mean very tightly) and cover your ears for you himself

- sometimes, during the severe attacks, you scratched his arm because they were in the way, but he powered through because you would not only calm down, but according to him- "tis but a scratch!"

Kuai Liang - Foot-tapping

- Kuai Liang used to think you foot-tapped when you were annoyed

- it always happened during the meetings where they were held in the old meeting hall, where the flames always seemed to flicker a bit too much

- or it happened when you heard the ancient clock in your shared room tick-tick-tick too much (he had it removed after weeks of back-and-forth between one of the elders)

- Kuai helps you out during these moments by just sitting next to you. he'll even talk to you (only when you say so)

- he learns that holding your hand is the best way to help you overcome the overload

Bi Han - Sensory-seeking Behavior

- Bi Han though you were really odd when he first saw you intensely smelling the unlit candle in your shared room, he realized though it was much more

- Bi Han definitely has "asian dad vibes" because his response to that was buying the entire stock of the candle you liked in case you were going somewhere and had an overload without him

- if you couldn't get your hands on the candle scent, Bi Han juggled ice balls (no you will not correct me on my headcanon that Bi Han juggles). he even mastered how to do multiple ice balls at once

- he learned this was caused by the intense smell of the incense that's burned in the training room. a combination of smelling salts plus some weird potion the elder mages imbued with the salts

- he prohibited the use of it immediately, but you occasionally smell it due to the centuries of use

- still, when you do smell it, he'll help you anyway he can

Sektor - Distraction Behavior

- Sektor thought it was weird that you fiddled with the stylistic wires that stuck out on the back of her helmet, but after learning it was to cope with sensory overload, she was more than happy to help

- sektor made you a personal "sensory toy," a stick with the exact wires that stuck out on one end. you use it often, but when it isn't on you, Sektor has other ideas

- she brought you this toad sculpture made of wood, with ridges sculpted in them for you to touch (you find it rather soothing)

- if it those things aren't present, Sektor doesn't mind that you fiddle with her hand: tracing pictures with your finger, playing with her fingers, etc

Cyrax - Sensory Avoidance Behavior

- after Cyrax watched you shut your eyes as tight as possible while rocking in place after dropping a huge aluminum tube, she felt really really bad

- caused by loud sounds, she learned your overload coping behavior was to not feel, see, or hear everyday sounds

- she made you a helmet that's blacked inside and out, and has incredible noise cancelling abilities

- she also made you earplugs, a combination of technology and soft materials so that you wouldn't be uncomfortable. she paired it with a simple blindfold made with the "blackest fabric dye in the world" (with what funds?)

- while there were days you wanted Cyrax to hold you, other overloads weren't as kind. sometimes you didn't want her with you, and thank the elder gods she didn't take it personal. she still felt bad leaving you alone, so she always left a pillow that was heavily doused in her natural smell

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okay two of my mass-posts

i really did my best with research on this guys, but if i wrote anything wrong or anything else, please let me know! constructive feedback is accepted, but as soon as i see insults or berating, those will be deleted and your blog will be blocked

see yall in the next fic

[tarosunshine]

西村力⠀﹕ 𝒮UPRISE⠀﹐

﹕⠀after he run away.⠀✦

nishimura ri-ki female reader ⊹ kinda bad boy classmate fluff one shot﹙1441﹚ . . . shelf !

— pt. 1

it has been one week since you helped niki, and since then, he has been in your head all these past days. and he is your classmate, so of course you saw him all the time, but you didn't speak to him, not even once.

although four days ago you caught him staring at you when you were at the cafeteria. his heavy and narrowed eyes met yours in the middle of your conversation with your friends.

he was a few meters away from you, chatting with his own group of friends. and after that time, your eyes had met every single time you two were in the same room.

just now you're at the bleachers, watching the football team training, not like you were paying attention to them, but you were there in silence.

after a few seconds, you tried to grab your phone, which was next to you, over the bleachers, but when you grabbed it, you accidentally cute yourself with a piece of metal. you hissed, immediately looking at your finger. it wasn't a big deal, but it burns a little.

and just then, you felt a presence by your side, so you turned your head, meeting niki's side profile. but he wasn't watching you, just staring at the front.

“you have a crush on one of them?” his voice came out in a strange tone. you frown because of his sudden question and turn your head in his direction.

“what are you talking about?” you were so confused; first, because he didn't talk to you until now, and second, because why was he asking that?

“it's one of my friends? hmm, maybe heeseung? or.. jay?” he finally turned to look at you. the smirk on his face made you raise an eyebrow.

“did you hit your head again?” you rolled your eyes before staring at where the boys were. niki clicked his tongue, getting himself conformable next to you, his arms resting on the bleachers behind him.

“maybe i can help you” he simply said after a couple of seconds in silence. you slowly turned your head in his direction, looking almost offended.

“we didn't talk to each other, and now you want to help me, or whatever? and who told you that i like one of the guys of the football team?” your tone made him perk his ears, narrowing his eyes into yours, like he always does.

“i guessed.. because of your stare” he simply responded, making a head movement in the direction of the campus. now you turn your body to him, still with your frowned brows. “what?”

“i don't like none of them, you asshole. besides, if i like one them is none of your business..”

“rude..” his smirk turns into a smile. and you could say that looked cute on him. but you cleared your throat, getting away that thought.

“whatever. now, can you tell me what was that of the other day?” your eyes continue to look at his until he avoides it, looking at the bleacher.

“what happened the other day?”

“well, you run away like you seen some gosth or something, so..” you didn't noticed but your bodies were kinda close. his legs next to yours, your hands almost touching. that made your heart skip, but you didn't move.

“i remembered that i had to do something..” his awkward chuckle gave him away, and of course, you didn't believe it. but you let the subject there.

“hm..” you thought for a few seconds, and then you get up from your seat, leaving your spot next to him empty. he raised his head, following your movements. “the next time, don't jump into conclusions, nishimura.”

you said, referring to what he said earlier. niki looked at you from his place, and you turned yourself to leave, but before you could give another step, he grabbed your wrist. you somehow get a deja vu about this.

“your finger..” his eyes were on your hand, making you down your stare to your own hand. “you cut yourself.”

oh, right, you totally forgot about it.

“it's okay, i have a—”

“let's go to the nursery” he didn't hesitate, standing up, not letting go of your wrist. you looked up at his face and shaked your head.

“i have a waistband on my pocket” then you sat again, making him do the same since he was clunking to your wrist.

with your free hand, you grab the waistband from your pocket and show it to him as you open your palm. niki immediately grabbed it in silence and put your hand over his left knee.

“oh, now the papers are switched!” you joke as you watch how he put the waistband on your cut with his serious face. he didn't say a word back as he is focused on what he was doing.

“dumb” he said under his breath as he shook his head. his hand rests over your palm, which is still on his knee. immediately, you felt how your cheeks burned.

“says the one who got injured all over his face last week. dumb” you scoff, trying to ignore your heart and face. his eyes look in your direction. you can't handle his stare anymore.

“well now i'm completely fine.. thanks to you” his last words made you raise both eyebrows. he was saying thank you for the second time now.

“now we're even..” you apart your eyes from his and take away your hand too. “so that's it.” avoiding his eyes, you stood up again. niki does the same thing almost immediately.

“now you're the one scaping” his voice came out deeper. his face is decorated with a smirk again. “why?”

“i'm not” you snap at him, raising your chin. and niki approaches you a little. you hesitate on baking off.

“it seems like it.”

“you watching me leave? no.” you didn't flinch about his proximity, not even when he came closer to you, not even when you felt his hand grabbing yours.

not even when you felt how he smashed his lips against yours in a soft kiss.

his cologne invades your nostrils. his body sticks to yours, and your heart is about to skip out of your chest. the kiss is full of tenderness and care, as he holds you like you're a piece of glass on his hands. it was just a little peck, but..

seconds later, he moves away from you, resting his forehead over yours. you raise your eyes, meeting his dark ones. you don't know what to say, but you open your mouth, and before you could say a word, he speaks first.

“i didn't mean what i said before.. the thing about me helping you with my friends” his voice came out in a husky tone. you look at him, still trying to think.

“what?”

he sighed, lowering a little his head, his bangs covering one side of his face. “the thing is.. i like you.”

“wait.. what?” you look at him surprised with frowned brows.

“yeah.. since the beginning of this year” your eyes were about to come from your face, because what?

“niki..”

“that day, when you talked to me on the stairs and dragged me to the nursery just to clean my wounds, i couldn't believe it. i was.. nervous” he didn't look at you as he said this, but you were looking at his face the entire time.

“and it was so pathetic because you were being nice to me, and i was being an idiot. and then i just ran away because..”

you grabbed his left hand with yours and caressed with your tumb. searching his eyes once again, until he finally looked at you. he looked dismayed.

“you're not pathetic, niki.. and i didn't know that you liked me. i have to say that it surprised me..”

“then i did a good job hiding it from you” you smiled because of his words, but he didn't. he still looked.. worried.

“it surprised me in a good way” the look on his face kinda changed. he frowned his brows. “i think i like you too..”

it was his turn to look surprised. and now that you noticed, his face was completely fine. all his wounds were completely healed. so, as you stared at his face, you grabbed it, and his cheeks felt warm under your palms.

“hm, and i did a very good job healing your wounds..” you fake a serious tone, and after a few seconds, niki finally smiles. and actually, it's the first time that you see him smiling like that, so brightly and genuine.

“yeah, you did.”

[emthephantom]

'Studying'- L.B

Lorenzo Berkshire x F!Reader You got yourself a date but how will Enzo react? Warnings: Slightly suggestive but no actual smut Words: 1032 A/N: Sorry for the lack of posts and how rushed this is - This is a bit different to what I usually write but I hope you guys enjoy this one :)

'Enz!' you shout as you run into the Great Hall. Enzo looks up at the sound of his name and sees you approaching him with a piece of paper. You plop down next to him at the table and slam the paper down, 'I passed!' you squeal excitedly, 'Thank you so much for your help, I couldn't do it without you.' you gush, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, bringing him into a short hug, one he wished would last longer. 'It's no problem Y/N/N, you know I don't mind helping you study.'

Enzo's about to speak again when another voice interrupts him, 'Y/N.' You turn around and meet Oliver Wood's gaze, 'I was wondering if you'd like to come to Hogsmeade with me.' 'She's bus-' Enzo starts. 'Sure, would tomorrow be alright?' you ask sweetly. Oliver smiles and nods before returning to his table. Pansy immediately gasps and grabs you, 'Oh my god Y/N, I'm so happy for you!' 'Pans, it's just one date.' 'Who's to say there won't be more?' she giggles. 'I thought we were studying tomorrow?' Enzo asks sheepishly. 'We are, I'll just have to leave earlier.' Disappointed he turns back to his food, poking at it with his fork- Had he finally lost you to someone else?

The next day, you find yourself in Enzo's dorm, a usual occurrence. It had been a few hours and flashcards were sprinkled across the room, long forgotten. The two of you lay on his bed, giggles and laughter filling the room; you had always liked Enzo's laugh which is why moments like these were so special. 'No, I'm being serious, first week here I tripped and fell face flat on the stairs.' Enzo revealed, a goofy grin appearing on his face. You gasped, 'I think I saw that!' 'No you didn't!' Mischief flooded his widened eyes as his hands reached for your body, beginning to tickle you. 'Enz, no!' Your protests were ignored as Enzo continued his torture. He moved to straddle you as a way to keep you still, 'Say you didn't see me fall Y/N!' he demanded, his slender fingers still digging into your hips. 'NEVER!' you shouted.

Soon after, a comfortable silence fell over you. You were suddenly aware of the position and your face flushed. A desire in you resurfaced, one you pushed back ever so hard; you wish Enzo was yours. Your face softens at the thought, staring deeply into his brown eyes. The two of you stayed in that position for what felt like an eternity before Enzo started moving off you. 'I'm gonna shower but I'll be quick' he smiles while walking around the room, grabbing his things.

The bathroom door clicks shut and the water turns on; you're left alone with your thoughts. Why were you even going on this date? Do you even like Oliver? He's a nice guy but... but he isn't Enzo. Noticing the time, you scramble to your feet, calling out to the Slytherin boy, 'Enz, I have to go, my date is in an hour. I'll come see you later.' you say, moving towards the door.

Rough hands grip your wrist, tugging you backwards into a hard chest. Enzo's hands find your hips, turning you around and backing you against the door. Your eyes widen at the sight of him, water dripping from his hair onto his toned body and a towel hanging dangerously low on his waist. You scan the sight before you and your knees almost buckle. Rage emitted from him and his eyes darkened. 'Don't you dare leave' he growled. You had never seen him like this and it only made you swoon more.

'I'm the only one who should take you out.' he admits, his fierce tone still shining through his words. 'What do you mean?' you ask hesitantly, not wanting to face disappointment. His beautiful smile turns into a smirk and he leans into you even more, 'How about I show you?'

Enzo's lips crash against yours and you waste no time tangling your hands in his wet hair. His grip remains firmly on your hips, one of his hands trailing up to meet your cheek lovingly. He pulls away breathlessly, his chest heaving, 'Was that good enough?'

You don't respond, instead pushing your lips together again with more passion. Your hand goes down his chest feeling his athletic body, desperately needing to feel more of him. Your other hand remains in his hair; a simple tug elicits a low groan from him and he kisses you harder. Enzo moves you away from the door and hoists you up, his grip moving to the back of your thighs as you wrap them around him. His plush lips trail down your jaw and he starts nipping at your neck. Your back meets his bed and he crawls on top of you; the familiarity of the position makes your head buzz. Enzo continues leaving marks along your neck before pulling away and looking at you.

'This isn't gonna be a one-time thing is it?' he asks, his lips swollen and eyes filled with desire. His hand traces circles on your thigh awaiting your answer. You reach a hand up to his face, taking him in, 'No, Enz, I want you, all of you and only you.' A sign of relief escapes him and he ducks back down kissing you softly, 'Let me show you I feel the same.'

Dinner arrives and you stumble into the hall, Enzo trailing behind you with your pinkies linked. You sit at your usual table and see the rest of the group looking at your dishevelled frame. 'Good date?' Blaise teases, taking note of the hickeys that littered your neck. 'You could say that,' you admitted, 'Wasn't with Oliver though.'

'You owe me ten galleons!' Mattheo screamed at Pansy, 'I knew they'd get together!' She reluctantly hands him the money and turns to you, 'So you and Enzo?' Heat rushes to your cheeks as you recall what happened earlier. 'Thank god it happened, he wouldn't shut up about you!' Blaise complains. You attempt to hide a smile as you interlace your hands with Enzo's.

'I'm glad it happened too.'

[tgmsunmontue]

Get your motor runnin' - 6/6

Bradley, a bit of a (very talented) grease monkey and Jake, who has been sent to see him because he's apparently the best mechanic Maverick knows.

A longer fleshed out fic at the request of @poetryandpickles based on their idea in this post.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE

PART SIX

                He has no idea what he’s going to say to Bradshaw when he gets there, assuming Bradshaw is even home and not somewhere else. Fortunately he has a two-hour drive to fucking think about what he’s going to say. Apologize obviously. Why though? Because he cares what some guy he’s met twice thinks about him? Or because he cares about what Maverick thinks of him? Or Admiral Simpson? Or because Admiral Simpson sort of ordered-slash-suggested he do so?

                Fuck.

                He guesses he needs to start at the beginning and maybe apologize for just… leaving in the middle of the night. That was sort of a dick move. And then he accused him of being a cheater. Bradshaw’s look of confusion makes a lot more sense now, but there is no way that Jake is getting out of this without looking like a douche bag and an idiot all rolled into one package. He just has to hope that Bradshaw still likes the package…

                Oh.

                Oh shit.

                The realization that he was disappointed when he thought Bradshaw was married hits him. His anger had overridden it in the moment, it’s only now that he’s thinking about it that he has time to unpick it. He wasn’t ever actively planning on seeing Bradshaw again, and now he’s driving to see him and hopefully hold a conversation with him. Assuming he doesn’t deck Jake. Admiral Simpson had implied he had a temper and he’s also Maverick’s… kid? It’s a lot to process.

                Coupled with the fact that he’s maybe not just leaving Bradshaw as a one-night stand. That the fact that he was disappointed means he’s maybe interested in something more. Which sucks, because he doubts Bradshaw will be interested, not with Jake sneaking out after their night together, and then his behavior this morning… It’s why he doesn’t usually try and pursue anything. Easier and he doesn’t get rejected.

                Or worse.

                Hurt.

…            …            …

                Sometimes his ear for engines is more of a curse than a blessing; he can tell what’s in the sky, and he can recognize car engines from a block away, sometimes further if it’s a distinctive engine or very noisy. So he has a little forewarning that Jake’s car is pulling into his lot. He’s only been home a quarter of an hour, so Jake must have left immediately after him and he wonders what he wants. His annoyance has faded during the drive, leaving behind a healthy dose of confusion.

                Only one way to find out he supposes and he pushes himself to his feet and heads out to the yard, closing the door behind him. Sure enough Jake is there, getting out of his shitty car which Bradley wouldn’t buy for spare parts. He’s still one of the most attractive men Bradley’s ever seen this close. He hadn’t expected to see him again, not with how he snuck out; but he at least knew there might be a slim chance of them crossing paths one day in the future with them having Maverick in common. Clearly from the surprise on Jake’s face earlier he hadn’t made the same connection, or even known about it.

                “Jake.”

                “Hi.”

                “What do you want?” Bradley asks, because there’s no point in dragging it out or playing at niceties given their earlier interaction. Jake is leaning on his car, arms braced on the roof, and he’s wearing exactly the same thing Bradley saw him in earlier. Casual jeans and a button-down, not as dressed-down as he had been the first time Bradley saw him, but obviously Mav still earns the button-down shirt level of dressiness.

                “I want to apologize.”

                Bradley blinks, frowns and then crosses his arms and presses his lips together, because yeah, he thinks he deserves an apology but he’d like to know why Jake thinks he needs to apologize; there’s only one thing he can think of and he has to admit he’s curious as to what the hell Jake was thinking to accuse him of cheating. Part of him wants to be petty and say he doesn’t want to hear it, but a much bigger part is curious.

                “Yeah. Okay. Let’s hear it.”

                “Uh. I’m sorry.”

                “Wow. Eloquent.”

                “Fuck off. I’m going to come out of this looking like the biggest idiot. Bare with me…”

                Oh. Well then. That sounds a lot more promising. He puts his aviators on, then shoves his hands in his pockets, steps forward toward the car so it’s between them. He doesn’t lean on it though, he has standards.

                “I’m listening.”

                Jake looks pained, scrubs at his face, squints at the sun and then turns to him.

                “I thought you and Maverick were married.”

…            …            …           

                The look on Bradshaw’s face shifts so rapidly between shock and confusion through disgust to incredulity Jake struggles to keep up, wonders what he’s thinking.

                “Yeah. You’re an idiot.”

                Jake shrugs and pulls a face, because he really does feel like as ass right now.

                “I still haven’t heard an apology.”

                “Shit. Sorry. I mean… I’m sorry I accused you of cheating on Maverick,” Jake starts, has to stop the little hysterical curl of laughter he’s holding onto firmly in his gut. “I assumed wrongly, and I’m sorry. Honestly. I’d say it won’t happen again, but, uh…” he trails off, not sure what to say next.

                “You make a habit of being an idiot huh?”

                “Not usually, but I’m two for two. Got to apologize for the first time too. Sorry I snuck out in the middle of the night like that.”

                Bradshaw shakes his head, shoulders shrugging and Jake tries not to remember how they felt under his hands.

                “No apology needed for that. We didn’t make any promises. I’ll admit to being a little disappointed about there not being a round three but…” he shrugs again and his lips are twitching with what Jake really hopes is amusement.

                “Disappointed huh?”

                “Maybe.”

                “Well, I was disappointed when I thought you were married.”

                Fuck. He hadn’t meant to say that. Both Bradshaw’s eyebrows are up now, eyes wide, but his lips aren’t twitching, they’re spread in a teasing grin and Jake totally expects to get the piss taken out of him.

                “Married. Which you thought for maybe ten minutes. How would that make you disappointed?”

                Jake licks his lips, doesn’t miss the fact that Bradshaw’s eyes follow the movement.

                “Maybe I wanted it to be me you were married to.”

                “Marriage huh? Wow. That’s moving fast.”

                “Fuck off. I fly fighter jets. I live fast.”

                “Yeah, and if I want to take things slow?”

                “I’ll go whatever speed you want me too,” Jake says, and he hopes the fact that he’s actually serious bleeds through this teasing flirty banter.

                “Hmm. And Mav being my father figure isn’t a deal breaker?”

                “Definitely not,” Jake scoffs. “Is me being an idiot a deal breaker?”

                “Lucky for you I kind of find it hot…”

                “What about the fact that I’m deployed months at a time?”

                “Oh, I’m sure you’ll make it up to me when you’re on leave…”

                “Be a pleasure to try… Let me take you to lunch?”

                “Yeah. But not in your car.”

EPILOGUE

                “You like that princess?” Bradley asks, mouth close to Jake’s ear as he rolls his hips, his cock sliding in and out of Jake’s ass, his body, slick with sweat, pressed into the mattress by Bradley’s body above him, holding him and Jake can’t form words, just moans and trusts that Bradley will take care of him. He always does, taking particularly special care when Jake first gets back from being deployed; like Bradley needs hours to reacquaint himself with Jake’s body. Jake is definitely not complaining.

                They hadn’t exactly moved slowly, but neither are they married. Jake had let Bradley sell his car and buy him a new one while he was deployed last, and when Bradley had slid out of the bright blue Bronco and walked toward him Jake’s mouth had gone dry, remembering the first time seeing his legs underneath a vehicle of some sort, but that they’d just seemed endless. He still can’t believe he gets to call Bradley Bradshaw his, even if the name is something that will make him side-eye his parents even if they are in graves.

                “Jake baby… you with me sweetheart?”

                “Yeah. Yeah,” Jake manages to gasp out. “I’m with you.”

[gunclemarkrb]

Saw this handsome young guy. He was lifting weights in the weight room. As I walked thru, I decided to offer my special services to him, but he politely declined.

He mentioned he graduated 3 years ago (b4 my employment here) and that he was the football coach's boyfriend.

"Otherwise, I would take you up on ur offer, DOC. Yeah, I've heard great things about you.

Even that u have history with my partner. He constantly talks about all ur many talents, not only on campus, but in the bedroom, and in the kitchen, and your "manhood."

I swear he wants to bed you again. He even had the nerve to ask me if I might be interested in a 3-way with you.

In a way, I'd really enjoy that. In another way, I'd like to enjoy an experience with only you. Then possibly a 3-way, with him, and of course, you."

Well, if u ever want to, that would be between you and me. I don't kiss and tell. And you would have to make the first move.

Are you gonna be visiting here long ? U should come to my office for a full naked body rub and muscle massage with guaranteed release(s).

It's a sound-proof room. I'd really enjoy my hands on you, rubbing, kneading, and stroking ur big muscle.

And if u would enjoy one, it would be my pleasure to perform a deep tissue oral glute massage on you.

Only my favorite boys receive those. And if ur BF wants a 3-way, I'll leave that up to u to put that thought in his head.

Of course, we had our time. And I've moved on. But if we 3 were to have an enjoyable evening together, it's YOU that I am interested in, NOT him.

We would be able to enjoy each other's naked bodies a 2nd time. Of course, I can't just ignore him. I don't want to be the cause of ur break-up.

So, when would u like that complimentary naked massage? I bet he never mentioned that ?

"NO, he didn't."

That's bc it's me, DOC, who provides all alumni with a complimentary massage. He didn't want u to have anything to do with me unless it's was under his terms only.

Then when can be with each other for our 3-way, or dinner, if that's the story he's going with. No details, as everything is confidential.

Did he inform you of the "mandatory dress codes" when in my facility.? Of course, he didn't. He didn't want us to meet naked.

Anyone who so much as enters the facility must immediately find a locker and strip to their birthday suits.

MANDITORY NUDITY, incl. Me as well. Erections will be everywhere you look. As my boys are at that age. Don't be concerned if u get an erection. I often have one.

As an alumnus, you can use my facility anytime. Instead of showering in the faculty showers, u can also use the boy's shower room.

Also, as an alumnus, it's ur decision if u want any sexual activity with any of my boys. No rules re: sex with my boys, except to enjoy.

I allow my boys to jerk off in the showers, but with the stipulation that wherever they are, they must ejaculate in another boy's mouth, or 🍑. And those boys must reciprocate.

You see, I have this philosophical comment painted on the wall above my office. It's one of my very own.

It reads; ONCE A STUDENT, ALWAYS A STUDENT.

My boys love it. And under those terms, alumni can, and should always "bond" with the younger, currently enrolled boys on campus.

They need to be taught by alumni and their fellow students, and not just me.

We don't think of it as sex, to my boys and me. It's known as "bonding" with other gay boys and guys. To always have each other's "6" (backs).

Which includes all forms of sex. They're very horny boys. They need to release 💦💦💦💦💦💦tension often.

BC, it's HIGHLY ILLEGAL for any coaches and faculty to be involved with any students, or they will lose their careers and face court proceedings and possibly jail time.

They have ALL signed these confidential agreements with our SCHOOL BOARD. And they all know I serve on the board, too.

I don't know if he's having sex with any students, but i know for a fact that there are a couple dozen or more BOYS that don't shower in the facilities. And he's not the only coach here.

It's on the exact opposite end of the campus. He, being an employee, must use his own facilities by the pool.

That's why they never come to my end of campus. It's the student's dorms, my facility and the QUAD, and my private gated residence.

Did he tell you that you can stroll, walk, or run in our very cruisy, thick private woods. I know he often runs thru there, in short thin fabric running shorts.

I've overheard some of my boys mentioning his extra thick cock is usually bouncing all over the place and often pops out rock hard when running.

That doesn't mean he's being unfaithful to you, but I know from experience that he definitely enjoys other boys and guys seeing his erection.

He enjoyed "hanging out" pretending to be totally naive about it. That's kinda how we met. At the Gay Guy's Nudist Group. He was cruising the woods with his rock-hard erection. And he was actively cruising me.

It's a great place to unwind. All alumni use it during their visits. And u can walk to the lake, go skinny dipping, nap naked in the sun. You can even walk around naked.

Did ur BF tell u the outdoor dress codes, WAIT, I already know the answer.

All my boys wear loose shorts or the short loose silk running shorts to wear "commando style," I gifted every student, or a jockstrap or my favorite, the strapless jockstrap ...

THE same dress code applies in the weight room and floor exercising room. When the swim & dive teams aren't practicing in the pool,

ANYONE can use the pool, but it's MANDATORILY NUDE ONLY.

Once in the woods, u can remove ur shorts or jockstrap. Or u can walk with a beach towel over ur shoulder, and stroll in naked or with something on.

That's ur choice. U may want a towel, especially if ur gonna nap naked in the sun. For convenience, it's best to lay on ur back when napping in the sun. My boys all say it's sooo relaxing, as they often dream of getting sucked off while napping in the sun.

And when they wake up, they feel quite relaxed, like after ejaculating. I've not felt like that, at least not yet.

Maybe someday I will. Maybe someday soon. Which reminds me, I should go tomorrow, as I have some free time.

Would u like to join me ? You could meet me at my campus office, and we can shower together in the great shower room, then begin our walk to the lake.

I've asked all my boys to wear jockstraps in, then once in, if they want, they can go naked.

That's how we should begin our walk. Of course, u won't need to take off ur jockstrap if u don't want to. We can wait until we get to the lake.

Then, after we return, we can shower, and i can give you your full naked body massage, complete with at least one full release 💦💦💦💦💦if u want.

I must warn you, as it's only fair. I usually release too. As massages can be very sexually arousing, even without touching one's genitals.

I can guarantee, u will need one after that hike and back. And maybe u won't mind at least massaging my glutes and legs.

We will say nothing about the hike to the lake, especially don't tell ur BF that u were with me. Nor will I mention the massage.

But after our 3-way, if u still would enjoy that, I can mention the complimentary massage, and u can cumm for another one. Your first, as far as he's concerned.

I guarantee he'll tell u to have it, as he will have gotten his wish... to be with me again.

I have had plenty of opportunities to be with him, I've just turned him down every time. Which I know has been eating away at him.

What do u say, Chad ?

YES, DOC, I would thoroughly enjoy not feeling like a caged animal, for once, as he practices with his athletes.

And I've been sooo stressed, I really could use a few releases 💦💦💦💦 💦💦💦💦 💦💦💦

Shall we say 9:AM ?

PERFECT, I'M REALLY LOOKING FORWARD to our HIKE and massage tomorrow.

I'm also looking forward to it, DOC. And I'll be more than willing to massage you too, DOC, especially since you'll need to release 💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦 as well.

Why don't u wear some running shorts or boxers, comfortable footwear and I'll take care of the towels. wear a T or tank as well. Bring a favorite jockstrap, too.

When u arrive, go to a locker... well, just read the signs, and then after u undress, come into my office, totally naked.

See u in the morning. It's gonna be a 🔥🔥🔥 day.

continued .. see CHAD

Open pit workout.

[tiny-minecraft-rabbit]

Ooh! Please could you do Ethdubs with 10 or 20?

Etho moved around his kitchen, making his coffee with the old French press he hadn't touched since the day Doc had gifted it to him. He was tempted to turn his generator on just to power his coffee machine; but they were barely into late fall, the power outage caused by an accident involving a power line instead of the usual snowstorms that would cause two to three in a span of two months when winter hit. He didn't need to waste the gas when the power would be back on today and he only needed to fend off the cold with his own jacket and some coffee made with a French press and water heated on his gas stove.

He poured the small pot of boiling water into the French press, because void knows he doesn't actually have a kettle, and leaned back against the counter to let his coffee steep or whatever you were supposed to do with a French press.

It was the quietness of the moment that let him hear the soft scrap of wood, something that was usually so quiet it couldn't be heard over the usual bustle of his own movements let alone if he had something playing on the TV or his radio tuned to the news. He glanced at the board trim of his counter, a singular spot he had learned to find after many of visits from the second resident of the house. A little door, cut into the board trim, barely noticeable from the outside unless you knew where to look and even then it was pretty well blended into the grain of the wood. It was pushed open and his housemate, wrapped in his usual cloak covered in dried moss, dragged himself out.

The moment Bdubs saw him he was sent the fiercest glare he's ever gotten from him. Etho was really hoping he wasn't about to be blamed for the power outage. If Bdubs yelled at him about the cold he'd probably trudge right out to the generator and flip it on, and wouldn't that be annoying? Going the whole morning without flipping it on just to let a little guy bully him into it.

"Etho," Bdubs growled, crossing his arms the moment he was standing in the middle of the counter.

"Bdubs," Etho replied calmly, though after a moment he shifted his gaze and started glancing around the kitchen. Even at three (and a 3/8ths!) inches tall Bdubs had an intimidating glare.

"It's cold," Bdubs said shortly.

Etho hummed. "I thought you had the best insulated walls a borrower could ever have?" He questioned, directly quoting Bdubs from a few weeks ago.

"I do!" He was quick to defend. Offense to defense in an instance. "I- I just-! Why on Earth is it so freaking cold? You usually flip the generator on within the hour!"

It was still weird, but something he was getting intimately used to, hearing Bdubs talk about his usual habits. To Etho, they had only known each other a few months, having caught Bdubs when he was attempting to borrower while too sick to stand. Bdubs, however, had been in the home for about as long as Etho himself had. Years to memorize his schedule and habits and favorite foods. Bdubs knew him with an intimacy that very few people even got close to. He was slowly doing the same with Bdubs, learning each little thing about his housemate, to be able to pick up where and when he'd be and what he'd do and say. Getting to know every bit of him that he could.

"The power should be back on soon. It's not that cold, Dubs, you can wait it out."

"Maybe for you!" Bdubs shouted back, "Big oaf! You're big enough to heat up a whole room yourself."

Etho chuckled, "I'm really not."

There was a half second of silence, not anything anyone else would notice but Etho had gotten used to Bdubs' quick tongue that any moment of hesitation to think meant he was about to say something really interesting. "Well prove it then! If you're soo cold too, then I bet you couldn't warm me up."

His eyes immediately shot back down to the borrower. Bdubs was still arm crossed, still looking determined as ever to get what he wanted. Etho thought he had just wanted the generator back on, for the heater to start warming up his tunnels in the walls again. Seems he had something else in mind now.

Etho couldn't help the growing smirk, "Oh? Is that what this is about? Want me to warm you up?"

"N-No!" Bdubs replied, "Don't think I want this! I just think you're holding out on me. You could easily control the heat in the house and you're purposely making it cold to spite me! Now, I would be inclined to believe it's "not that cold" to you, cause the whole being a giant thing, but you insist you're freaking cold too. So, I know you're just being mean to be mean. How about that?"

Etho rolled his eyes. "Right. I see. Okay, I'll "prove" to you that I'm "cold"," he said, making the quotations with his fingers.

Bdubs either didn't notice or didn't care. "You better!"

Etho hesitated a moment, definitely still not used to picking up Bdubs, before setting his hand down on the counter. Bdubs had less of a moment of hesitation before climbing right on.

Bdubs blinked down at Etho's palm his own palms pushing into the skin (along with his knees), "What the heck? Why are your hands actually just as cold as mine?"

Etho slowly lifted Bdubs up, his other hand cupping around the back so there was one less side for Bdubs to tumble off of. "Told you."

Bdubs shot him a glare as he stood up. He looked around for a second before spying the sleeve opening of Etho's jacket. "Ah-ha!"

Etho had no clue what he was doing until Bdubs had shoved his entire hand down his sleeve. The little limb was cold against the warmed skin within his jacket.

"Just as I thought! You are holding out on me, your jacket is better than my moss- better at keeping in heat that is. My moss is the best in every other way, of course."

Etho sighed heavily. Bdubs was gunning to try and get into the jacket and that meant one of two actions. Either sticking Bdubs in one of the pockets until he complains about the amount of swaying and Etho takes him out for him to complain again OR Etho sits down somewhere and lets Bdubs curl up wherever he wants and Etho gets nothing else done until the power comes back on.

Then, Etho remembered another option.

He set Bdubs back down on the counter, ignoring his complaining, and flipped his jacket open. He has an inside breast pocket, one that he did not often use.

He dug his fingers in, making sure it was empty, and pulled out a packet of travel tissues and set it aside. With nothing else inside the pocket he scooped Bdubs back up. He gave the borrower a moment to realize what was happening, and when no actual complaints came out his mouth, he slipped Bdubs into the breast pocket and let his jacket sit against his chest again.

For just a moment the weight of Bdubs was heavy in his pocket. Especially as he readjusted and got comfortable, but soon it was as unnoticeable as the packet of tissues had been.

"You good, Bdubs?"

Instead of the usual shouting, Bdubs voice came out quietly, something so soft in the words, "Your heartbeat is so loud..."

"Wh- What was that?" Etho asked.

There was some sputtering and then, "Nothing! Just that I was right! This is much warmer. I am a genius."

Etho let the blush creep away from his face, chuckling softly, "Yeah. You're a real genius."

[ladycrimsonandblack]

(sorry if I have sent this to you earlier, I didn't know if it went through cuz my laptop bugged out haha. Feel free to ignore this if so-)

Idk if your still open for TCF prompts, but if soooo: Everyone in the group knows that Cale is aromantic, or at least knows he doesn't want a romantic partner. However the public doesn't know this, and assumptions and rumors begins to fly as they see Young Master Cale interact with some members of his group. (Basically Cale is in a QPR, or has something similar to that, with those of your choosing! People makes assumptions but it's eventually revealed what is really going on)

AO3

There are a lot of rumors about Commander Cale Henituse, the esteemed hero Silver Shield and the savior of both continents. Ranging from ridiculous (saying that Cale Henituse is related to the White Star and that’s why he was able to defeat him will get you laughed out of a tavern, with a few good kicks added for emphasis), to actually plausible (the current raging theory that the Commander is on his path to godhood is usually met with agreeing nods), the rumors fly from kingdom to kingdom and from continent to continent at unprecedented speed. Thanks to his many great and varied public deeds, Cale Henituse’s life is an excellent fodder for imaginations of nobles and commoners alike. 

However, the current rumor is a bit different. 

It seems that Commander Cale Henituse actually has a harem. 

It started innocuously, in a small tavern in Rain City, the patrons imbibing large quantities of alcohol and listening to even larger quantities of gossip.

“I heard he attended a ball with Princess Rosalyn, from the Breck Kingdom! Did you know that she’s building a new Magic Tower? Only someone as capable as that is worthy of the Commander!” 

“Didn’t he attend a ball with Knight Choi Han a few weeks back?” A couple of nods and a rumble of murmurs answer the question. “Did they break up?”

“No, they weren’t even together. Going to the ball at the same time doesn’t mean they’re dating.”

“You’re the one that said that the Commander is dating Princess Rosalyn!”

“They just fit! I saw them once on the street in the shopping district and they were very close! And the picture they make— ah, they look so beautiful together!”

“Well, Knight Choi Han always follows the Commander, so I guess they might be dating too!”

“Uhhh, guys,” a timid voice interrupts them as one of the gate guards raises his hand like he’s in a classroom. “Doesn’t Knight Choi Han live together with the Commander? I heard they have a villa near Harris Village.”

A thoughtful silence follows this sentence. Then a series of considering nods and whispers, as the patrons catch each other’s eyes. 

“It’s not so strange? A knight should live with his lord, right?” 

“But, uh, isn’t Choi Han from Harris Village? Did the Commander build a villa there just to have Choi Han live closer to home?”

“That seems like something the Commander would do. He’s so kind!” 

Everyone drinks to that, and then there’s shouting for a new round. 

“But doesn’t that mean that Choi Han is more than just a knight?” 

“He’s a hero too, he deserves that much,” someone refutes. 

“A whole villa where they live together? I think that’s a bit too much for any hero. The Commander didn’t need to move into Choi Han’s villa.”

This time, the murmurs lean more toward Choi Han. 

The man who first talked about Princess Rosalyn and the Commander frowns. “But Princess Rosalyn is also living together with them. Didn’t she move in during the war?”

The following moment of silence is full of consideration. 

“Does that mean he’s dating both of them?”

The room explodes. The evening ends with a bar fight so nasty that two people end up in the hospital and the rumors about what started it only grow with retelling. As does Commander Cale’s harem. 

Eventually, the rumors reach Huiss City and the ears of royal spies therein. When Tasha hears them, she bursts out laughing, doesn’t stop for good ten minutes, and then immediately goes to inform her nephew. 

“So there are rumors that my dongsaeng is dating Choi Han.” At Tasha’s nod, Alberu frowns in confusion. “There have always been rumors like that. Why is this important?”

“There are also rumors saying Young Master Cale is dating Princess Rosalyn...”

Alberu sighs. “Well, those will have more immediate political consequences, but it’s nothing we haven’t heard before.”

“... At the same time as he’s dating Choi Han,” Tasha finishes, her pearly white teeth stark against her face as she grins. 

“...What?” Alberu chokes out. 

The thought of Cale dating two people at once is so strange that Alberu needs to take a moment to recover. As if Cale would want to be in a romantic relationship with even one person!

Tasha’s grin becomes outright mean. “There are even some rumors that the two of you are having an affair.”

“He’s my younger brother!” Alberu bursts out, more indignant than he remembers himself ever being in his life. 

“And then there is Mary.”

“Surely people don’t think there is something going on between Cale and Mary?”

“Oh, they do, and there’s a lot of them.”

Alberu feels a headache oncoming. He rubs his temples and reaches into a tin can on his desk for some cookies to comfort him. “He treats her like she’s his kid.” Never mind that Mary is physically older than Cale. Cale has mentally slotted her into the same category as Raon, On, and Hong very early on, and now Mary gets an extravagant monthly allowance on Cale’s dime. 

It’s telling that nobody has actually commented on this, or thought it strange. Their whole family accepted it as just another one of Cale’s eccentricities.  

“And of course,” Tasha says, apparently not finished. “There is also Eruhaben.”

“He treats Cale as his kid!” 

“Well, it’s not like people on the street know that,” Tasha points out, very reasonably. “But they do think that Young Master Cale is dating all of you. At the same time.”

“So they think that Cale… has a harem?” Alberu tries to wrap his head around this. There is not a person less likely to have a harem than Cale Henituse. 

“Yes,” Tasha says, and smiles like this is the funniest thing she’s heard the whole year. 

“Why?” Alberu wonders, for once not being able to guess what people are thinking. Cale is just so… Cale. Alberu can’t even imagine him wanting to date someone. 

“Nephew,” Tasha gives him an arch look, and Alberu feels like he’s thirteen again, and is caught sneaking out for more practice with his sword. “You forget that not many people know Young Master Cale as well as you do. And when looking from outside, our family’s situation is a little strange.” 

Alberu tries to think about this objectively. 

“Our whole family lives together, even though most others have their own homes.”

“That is one part of it,” Tasha agrees. “It is especially strange for Princess Rosalyn, who is a royal from another kingdom, and Eruhaben-nim, who is known to be a Dragon.”

Alberu nods. “And whenever Cale goes somewhere, at least one member of our family accompanies him.”

“And the Young Master always buys everyone extravagant gifts.”

With each sentence, Alberu frowns even more. 

“This is nuts,” he says. 

Because, looking from outside perspective, it does seem like Cale has a harem. 

…

He decides not to talk to Cale. Instead, he gathers Choi Han, Rosalyn, Eruhaben and Mary for a private talk, with the children averaging nine years old dragging Cale off to shop in the city (On takes one look at Alberu’s face before suggesting the trip; she is growing up to be terrifyingly perceptive). 

When Alberu tells them the latest rumor, Eruhaben is the first to react. He sighs. “Unlucky bastard. And now he’s dragging me down with him.”

Choi Han is so red that his ears appear to be steaming. “How can they— why would anyone even think that?!”

“Because Cale provides for all of us,” Rosalyn says, laughing in delight. “And most people can’t imagine us being family. Not like this.” 

“But this is so strange! Cale’s not… he is not—”

Interested. Cale is simply not interested. 

It hadn’t taken them long to figure it out. Cale’s lack of interest in anything approaching romance or romantic relationships is so obvious to those close to him, that even the few of them that might have quietly considered it as an option chose to discard it immediately. Cale loves them, but it will never be romantic, and doesn’t have to be. They’re a family. That’s all there is to it, in the end.

Alberu smiles pleasantly, none of his previous confusion visible. “Of course, not many people know my dongsaeng well, so they would come to their own conclusions. However, I called you here today to discuss what to do next.”

“We have to stop them from saying it!” Choi Han burst out. “Cale-nim would be upset.”

“We don’t need to let Cale know,” Eruhaben points out reasonably. “He doesn’t need to worry about this too, and it’s not really a big problem.”

Alberu nods. “Eruhaben-nim is right. There is really no way to stop the rumors, but they’re not doing any real harm.”

“Why can’t we just say that none of us are involved with Young Master?” Mary asks. “Won’t people stop talking after that?”

“That won’t work,” Rosalyn shakes her head. “Denying something like this never works. It just makes it look like you have something to hide.”

“Exactly, Princess-nim is right,” Alberu agrees. “Our best official course of action would be to ignore the rumors completely. I wanted you to know about them so that you wouldn’t be surprised if you heard someone talk about it in a public setting.” Choi Han frowns at that answer, but Alberu only aims a bright smile in his direction. “Of course, if anyone approaches you privately to ask about any kind of rumors about my precious dongsaeng, feel free to respond as you wish.”

Choi Han’s answering smile appears innocent. Everyone in the room knows better than to trust it.

…

In the end, the gossip is stopped by the most unlikely person of them all. 

During the couple of weeks the rumors have been rampaging around without any checks, no one has actually been brave enough to ask for clarification from any of the people involved. Alberu, Cale and Rosalyn’s high positions stop everyone from commenting on it in their hearing, even obliquely, and Eruhaben… Well. Eruhaben is a Dragon. No one dares. 

There are a couple of people who try to broach the subject with Choi Han, thinking that the famously noble knight would not take offense. Those people end up in infirmary after Choi Han, somehow, convinces them to spar against him. 

That leaves only Mary. 

The thing about Mary is that she has a very clear, very even voice. So when she says, “I am not dating Young Master Cale-nim,” in a very crowded ballroom filled with Roan nobility, her voice carries despite the fact that she is not any louder than usual.

The nearby conversations immediately taper off as everyone strains their ears to listen. 

“Oh?” asks the madam that had had enough courage to approach Mary in her little corner. “Does someone else have the luck to be the recipient the Commander’s affection?”

“Of course not,” Mary answers, apparently not noticing that she has the attention of half the crowd. “Young Master-nim is very busy. He does not have any time nor inclination for romantic attachments.”

The crowd murmurs in agreement. The madam lifts a hand to her mouth, looking stricken. “Of course, I completely forgot.” Eyes misting over, she says, “It’s admirable that the Commander is willing to deny himself so much just to keep our kingdom safe.”

Mary nods. “Cale-nim is very dedicated to his goal.”

Everyone feels very moved, but also very curious about the Commander’s goal. They haven’t heard anything about that, beyond Cale Henituse’s well-known wish to keep everyone in the kingdom safe and happy. 

“His goal?” the madam asks, curiosity rising. 

“Yes,” Mary confirms. “It will be very difficult and very hard to accomplish, but Cale-nim will surely succeed.”

“Of course he will!” the madam exclaims. “Who would ever doubt the Commander?”

Nevertheless, people are very eager to talk about his goal. 

Very difficult and hard to accomplish? Perhaps it has something to do with his latest battles? The Commander had informed the public that he has been battling the organization behind the White Star’s power in other worlds. That is surely a feat that would bring him divine attention, and he has been seen visiting the Temple of the God of Death. 

Perhaps… perhaps those rumors about Cale Henituse ascending to the path of legend and godhood are not so far off. Everyone has heard about them, and some even believed them, but this is the first time someone from the Commander’s inner circle confirmed that there is a bigger personal goal for him in all this. 

The next day, there is some new gossip going around the taverns of Huiss City. This time, there are no bar fights, or even small brawls. 

Everyone agrees that Cale Henituse is deserving of godhood anyway. Why would they fight about it?

[babygirl-diaz]

Planning My Wedding With Some Guy I'll Never Marry

"Jee, wait!" Buck ran after his giggling 4-year-old niece as she made an escape towards the front door.

Jee threw the door open before Buck could get to her and squealed. "Uncle Eddie!"

Buck stopped behind Jee and saw how Eddie's face lit up at the sight of her.

"Hi Jee Yun!" Eddie said excitedly and waved at her. He got on the floor and gave her a hug.

Buck's heart did a flip when he saw that but he ignored it. "What are you doing here?"

"You don't want me here?" Eddie asked as he stood up.

"No- I- I didn't mean that," Buck huffed. "Do you want cupcakes?"

"Uncle Eddie, come have cupcakes!" Jee said excitedly as she took Eddie's hand and led him to the kitchen.

Eddie smiled and followed her. Buck had no idea when she started calling Eddie 'Uncle' as well, but he liked that.

"I came to check on you," Eddie finally replied after settling down with the pretty pink cupcake that Jee had decorated.

"Thanks, but I'm better now," Buck replied and scrunched his nose lovingly at Jee. "This little one made my day significantly better."

Eddie took some frosting and put it on Jee's nose, making Jee adorably frown at him. "Kids make everything significantly better," he replied. "So what are we doing now?"

"We?" Buck asked.

"Play!" Jee provided

"I love that idea!" Eddie replied and smirked at Buck. "What should we play, Jee?"

Jee tapped her cheek and hummed as she thought about it. "Wedding!"

"Wedding?" Eddie asked. "How do we play that?"

"Uncle Buck and you get married!" Jee replied excitedly and clapped her hands together.

Now it was Buck's turn to smirk. "What? Scared, Diaz?"

"Scared of what? Marrying you?" Eddie huffed.

"Scared of being perceived as anything other than straight," Buck teased.

Buck's pretty sure he heard Eddie say "about that" under his breath and he felt his heart almost leap out of his chest.

"Okay, Uncle Eddie, you stand there," Jee said bringing Eddie over to the couch. "Uncle Buck, you stand there," Jee added, bringing Buck next to Eddie.

Buck briefly looked over at Eddie to see him smiling. He has been so carefree lately, and Buck loves to see that.

"Uncle Buckkkkk!"

Jee's voice brought Buck out of his thoughts and he looked over to see her standing there with her hands on her hips. "Up!" She said. "I wants to stand on the couch!"

"Oh!" Buck immediately picked Jee up and put her on the couch.

"We need rings!" Jee whined.

"I've got some ring pops from Halloween?" Buck suggested

"Okay!" Jee perked up again.

Buck ran to the kitchen and returned with a red and a green ring pop. "Which one you want?" He asked Eddie.

"Red!" Eddie replied and snatched the green one from Buck's hand.

Buck rolled his eyes and turned around to face Jee. "So are you the priest?"

"What?"

Buck heard Eddie's nervous voice and looked over at him confused. "What?"

"Did you say something about the priest?" Eddie asked.

Buck looked at him weirdly and then said, "I was just asking Jee if she was the priest since that's easier for her to say than 'officiant'."

"Oh," Eddie visibly let out a breath and Buck was even more confused by that.

"Uncle Buck, put the ring on Uncle Eddie's finger!" Jee demanded.

"Don't I get to say my vows?" Buck asked.

"What's vows?" Jee asked adorably and tilted her head to the side.

"Hmmm.... It's something the people getting married say to each other so that they can remain best friends forever," Buck explained.

"Okay! Say your vows!" Jee said excitedly.

"Eddie Diaz, you're my best friend, my rock, and I don't know how I could have gotten through this breakup without you. Thank you for tolerating me and of course, marrying me. I hope I can be a good husband to you," Buck found himself meaning that last part.

"Hey, man, I'm always here for you, no matter what," Eddie replied. "You got me through these last few months without Chris. I didn't think I would be able to do it alone. You also helped me get out of my shell and accept myself. I owe you Bria- BUCK!"

Buck's eyes widened when he heard his slip of the tongue. "Wh-"

"Uncle Buck! Ring!" Jee insisted.

Buck looked at her. "Huh?"

"Ring!" Jee whined.

"Oh, sorry, right!" Buck took the red Ring Pop and then asked for Eddie's hand. He pushed it past the second knuckle on Eddie's ring finger.

"Yay!" Jee cheered and clapped her hands. "Uncle Eddie! Now you!"

Eddie took the green Ring Pop and put it on Buck's ring finger. "Till Ring Pop does us apart?" He joked.

"Something like that," Buck replied and rolled his eyes.

"Now kiss!" Jee told them.

"What?!" Both Buck and Eddie exclaimed at the same.

"Kiss kiss kiss!" She insisted.

"Can we hug?" Eddie asked.

"Noooooo... kiss!" Jee pouted at them and crossed her arms.

"I guess we're kissing then," Eddie laughed nervously.

Buck felt like his heart was about to leap out of his chest as he leaned in and met Eddie halfway. They pecked quickly but Buck still felt a spark.

They both pulled away and Eddie grinned at Jee. "Happy?"

"Yes!" Jee replied. "Now let's dance!"

And dance they did. The three of them jumped and danced around to Olivia Rodrigo songs (Buck making sure they were the clean versions) but it was cathartic. Buck picked Jee up at one point and both Eddie and Buck gave her a kiss each on the cheek.

Jee was soon out of it and fell asleep with her head on Buck's shoulder.

Buck sat down on the couch and Eddie sat down beside him, smiling at him.

"You sure you're good?" Eddie asked.

"I think I will be. I mean, break-up baking aside, I have my favorite people around me, that's all I need," Buck replied.

"Hey, I know we never really talked about-"

"Don't say his name!" Buck warned, making Jee stir against him.

Buck gently thumped her back to have her sleep again. "Sorry, I just- I don't wanna talk about him."

"Okay," Eddie nodded in understanding.

They stayed quiet for what seemed like hours.

"I think I have a crush on a priest," Eddie finally spoke up.

Buck turned his head so quick towards him that he almost gave himself whiplash. "What?"

"Yeah..." Eddie replied without looking at him and offered no other explanation.

"Well, shit," Buck replied and looked ahead.

They both sighed at the same time and it was obvious for very different reasons.

[sweetshuga]

Heather ✰ MS [Bonus]

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bsf!matt! His inner turmoil and bad decision. Matt's 3rd person pov of part 2.

wc. 771

note. English is not my first language! Not proofread!

Your heart ached painfully as more tears fell down your face, but what could he possibly do when you’ve locked yourself in the bathroom and refused to open it—

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a key twisting in the bathroom door lock.

Groaning quietly to himself as he retrieved the key to the bathroom door. The key sliding in and making a soft clicking sound as the lock opened. His heart dropped when he took notice of the state you were in.

"Hey... are you alright?" Matt crouched down, kneeling in front of you. Seeing you hug your knees tighter while looking away from him tugged at his heart, and the blatant lie didn’t help one bit. He had a clue as to why you cried, but didn’t want to be too hopeful.

Matt let out a sigh of relief, thinking that whatever was wrong wasn’t anything serious, but the relief disappeared as fast it appeared when he saw the small droplets of tears splattering on your bare knees.

"Look at me, pretty," he whispered, gently tilting your chin. His gaze raked over you face, seeing the fresh streaks of tears made his heart ache, but a small side of him couldn’t help but think how cute you looked.

He gently pulled you into a gentle embrace, silently conveying his feelings, hugging you tighter when he heard those soft broken whimpers and sobs. His own eyes threatened to tear up at the sound of you breaking down.

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He could feel you slowly calming down, your breathing slowing down and the soft sniffles replacing the quiet sobs. His heart ached more when he pulled away slightly to look at your face, his hand almost subconsciously came up to wipe your tears. "Feel better?" He watched as you nodded and wiped your face with the cuffs of your hoodie.

Matt watched as you stood up, seeming very fidgety and looked almost embarrassed, biting back a soft chuckle as he stood up beside you.

He couldn’t control his hand from reaching towards your arm but reminded himself that it would be better if he kept his feelings to himself. His hand dropped back to his side, conflict of emotions swirled through his head.

"Say..." Matt found himself talking, trying to ignore the way he could hear his own pulse in his ears. "Why did you cry?" He couldn’t believe he was asking you this, unable to wait to hear you reply, he immediately talked again.

"Was it because I was talking about, you know... her? " He saw the way you froze, taking it as a sign that what he said might be a clue, "I might be way off with this, but it’s been bothering me for a while," he admitted, looking at your face for any other signs.

He felt a rush of nervousness as he spoke his next words, "do you perhaps... like me?" He cursed himself internally, maybe he was being too straightforward.

"You don’t, right? I mean, we’re friends and you know I see you as basically my younger sister, right?" Matt winced internally when he grasped the weight and meaning of his own words, but it was too late to take it back.

Seeing your mood dampen slightly, but your attempts to keep the mood light with jokes were like a punch to his gut. Hearing you say he wasn’t your type made him feel a twinge of sadness, wishing he was and wondering if you were just lying again. He sighed, telling himself that maybe you weren’t interested after all.

Matt suppressed his emotions with a chuckle, "alright, alright, you don’t have to bruise my ego like that," he bantered back, noticing your attempt to lighten up the mood. He couldn’t be feeling this bad knowing he was the one that just told you all that bullshit, but here he was.

His gaze landed on Chris who just stumbled out of his room, looking sleepy and grumpy. Watching as he halted in his step, his eyes darting back and forth between you and Matt, confused but annoyed, "can you guys like not stand there? I have to piss really badly." Matt stiffled a soft chuckle as he exited the bathroom with you.

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The rest of the day went on as planned, but he couldn’t get rid of the drop in his gut. Did he make a mistake? Should he talk to you again? He didn’t know what to do, or what was the right decision, but one thing was for sure—he had made a bad decision. The storming emotions swirling inside Matt matched the thunderstorm outside.

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[zigrethsnotebook]

[INVERTED KISS]

Bill x Reader

words: 864

tags: sfw, Bill developed a crush on you and hates it

a/n: sort of a continuation of [FOOT KISS] but not really important

“Sparky~!” The demon called out the pet name he had chosen for you and your stomach dropped. This couldn’t be anything good. Bill appeared in front of you, his body shrinking to a smaller version of him, smaller than you even. You furrowed your brows in confusion - he’d never done that before.

“All my maniacs are out for the next couple of hours, so we’re all alone… do you know what that means?” You shook your head ‘no’. His tone was more playful than usual, he seemed to be in a good mood. Still, it was hard to agree with him that you were ‘alone’ considering the literal mountain of people behind him he had sculpted into a throne.

“Hmm…,” he pretended to be thinking, tapping his index finger to where a chin might be. “Well, I’ve been browsing through your mind while you were sleeping-” Oh, god. He can do that? Your blood ran cold at the thought. “-and I saw that you were really into this spider-man guy when his movies came out.”

Your eyes widened. If he knew that then he also knew how much you were afraid of spiders - the animal. Internally, you begged that he wouldn’t cover you in spiders or something like that, just to laugh at you. His one eye never left your face, always scanning for every little reaction to his words. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Either way, I decided we should recreate that scene you daydreamed about so often! Wouldn’t that be fun?” Before you could protest or even process his words, he had already snapped his fingers, conjuring two new chains that wrapped around your ankles and lifted you up into the air. A yelp escaped your lips at the sudden movement and you heard Bill chuckle.

Once your body had settled in the air you realized what he was suggesting. “Wait. The kiss?” The demon flew up to your face, locking eyes with you. “Was there a different scene you daydreamed about? Maybe I should take another look…” He floated a little closer and you gasped. “No!” Bill chuckled, floating backwards a couple of inches. “Yeah, I’m just messing with ya, Sparky.”

You sighed in relief, already feeling a little feeble form hanging upside down. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m still going to kiss ya.” “What? Why?” And exactly how was he planning to do that without a mouth? “Because! You humans! Are always going on and on about kissing and being in love and all that nonsense. And I… I want to know what I’m rejecting.”

He… frowned? Bill seemed disheartened somehow. Was he serious? “Why me?” The words left your lips before you could think better of it. He locked eyes with you again. “Because you’re the only human who’s any fun to be around,” he admitted in a quieter tone. A blush formed on your cheeks. Must be because you’ve been hanging upside down for so long, with all your blood running to your head, you decided.

“So I… I mean it’s not like I care what you want or don’t want or whatever,” he argued, clearly trying to come to terms with wanting this himself. “But, like… can I?” His voice was so quiet, you almost didn’t catch it over the sound of your ears buzzing. This time there was no denying why you were blushing. How were you falling for him? He’s a demon!!

“Yes.” You breathed the word but Bill’s eye widened immediately. He floated closer to you again, his eye turning into a mouth in a horrific transformation that would surely come back to haunt you. When it had fully transformed, aside from his eyelashes that were still attached to his lips (which would surely make this even weirder) he began closing the gap between you two.

Bill’s eyelashes-turned-beard(?) lightly grazed your lips causing you to gasp. His little bowtie was touching the tip of your nose. It was so much weirder than you’d thought it would be. But, if only for the sake of not passing out from hanging upside down, you also wanted this to be over as quickly as possible.

His hands were surprisingly soft against your jaw as he guided your face towards his. When your lips met you felt a tingling sensation in them, and you didn’t care to find out whether you were imagining it or he was doing that on purpose.

You sighed into the kiss. Against your better judgment, you were enjoying this. It was a nice change of pace from the chaos that surrounded you every day. Right now, it was only your lips against his, with fine hairs tickling your chin and too much blood in your head to think straight.

When Bill broke the kiss you kept your eyes closed a second longer, so you wouldn’t have to see the transformation again, and totally not because the kiss had left you slightly dizzy.

Without another word he slowly and carefully brought you back on the ground, right side up and all. The chains on your ankles vanished and so did Bill. You didn’t see him again for the rest of the day.