#I was disappointed not to see more shared clothing in any other shows this week

[dribs-and-drabbles]

This Week in The TCW

Jan 12th - Jan 18th

At the start of the year, I thought I'd try doing a weekly round-up of all the shared clothing used during the week in Thai bl/ql series. Here's last week's in case you missed it. I was nervous going into this week in case no items of shared clothing showed up, thus resulting in the 'weekly' aspect of these posts falling at the first hurdle...but I shouldn't have been worried.

So, here goes week two!

Jan 12th - The Boy Next World

Ep 2 of The Boy Next World put the show on the Communal Wardrobe list by adding two new items to the spreadsheet. Both were worn previously in the same episode of Wandee Goodday just over six months ago. The first is Phukan's long-sleeved stripy top, which was also worn by Cher.

And the second is Phukan's blue stripy t-shirt, which was also worn by Wandee.

Jan 13th - Ossan's Love Thailand

I was hoping for more shared clothing in Ossan's Love Thailand after last week but I was very surprised that it was this black 'Destiny' sweatshirt. The last time I saw it was in Our Skyy 2 x My School President back in May 2023.

Tagged by request: @my-rose-tinted-glasses @benkaben If anyone else would like to be tagged to make sure you don't miss these posts then let me know.

[lizzieisright]

She looks like fun

dom!reader x sub!Abby

Summary: During the patrol you find a pretty pleated skirt. In Abby's size.

Tags: okay, here we go fingering, oral, strap usage, strap sucking, Abby wears a skirt and a collar for sexy purposes, scene negotiation, safewords (traffic lights), aftercare, Abby and R are switches.

wc: 6.5k (it's a huge bitch, but 1.5k is a sfw part in the beginning)

a/n: listen I love when girls wear short pleated skirts, and Abby is not an exception.

MINORS DON'T INTERACT I'll hunt you for sport 

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It’s rare to find something worthy when you’re out on the patrol, and you try to contain your disappointment every time - mostly because you hate losing and you and Abby have a rivalry going on who can bring more cool shit for the other. It’s romantic and sappy and also it drives you both crazy since you’re competitive. (people said hate sex was hot - have you tried sex after your super competitive partner loses to you? The best thing ever). So usually you won’t be happy at the end of your patrol.

But today you manage to get into a store that hasn’t been raided yet, so you start taking everything you see - people need clothes all the time, and it’s valuable. You put a mark on your map so others can go there later to take the rest and you go to women’s section, not feeling optimistic: the fabric is worse, the sizes are fucked, and even if you find something nice it tends to not last long.

But then you see it. 

On the rack next to jeans there’s a rack with skirts - and why the fuck you’d stop to look at them? - but the skirts are pleated skirts. Short pleated skirts that cover ass just enough to be socially acceptable. 

You can’t stop looking at them - you’ve seen before how nice they flow and how absolutely delicious girls look in them. 

But it’s so not Abby’s style. 

But she’ll look so good in one of these skirts.

She will probably tell you to go fuck yourself if you show it to her. 

You pack it in your backpack anyway. 

“Found something?” Abby asks as she comes inside the shop. “Oh wow. This is nice.”

“Choose whatever you want, my treat.” You say with a cocky smirk and Abby rolls her eyes.

“It doesn’t count.” 

“You’re being unfair.” You whine as Abby makes her way to you. 

“No, I’m not.” Abby murmurs. “This store is a public service, where is your personal touch?”

“You’ll talk shit just to keep your score, huh?” You smirk and Abby gives you a peck on your lips before diving into the racks to find something for herself.

The skirt gets a buddy in the form of a tight cropped white t-shirt and you don’t tell Abby about it. 

The week passes and you still don’t talk about that damn skirt even though you can’t stop thinking about Abby wearing it: how it would hug her round butt and how her thick thighs would be so shamelessly out for you. You think about how cute she’d look walking around your shared space, the skirt bouncing and almost showing you everything. You think about the possibility of Abby not wearing any underwear under it, and how hot it would be to lift the skirt up and touch her and make her moan. You think about Abby all sprawled out with your head under that skirt, making a mess out of it. 

Abby is not an idiot, so she notices the change in your mood for the last few days. She knows something is on your mind, so she catches you off guard, with her fingers buried deep inside you. 

“Come on baby, tell me what’s been bothering you.” Abby murmurs into your ear while her fingers relentlessly hit the spot that makes you see stars.

“Shit- what?” You ask, totally lost in your pleasure. 

“You’re keeping something from me. So share.” Abby kisses your neck and you try really hard not to cum, but your thighs start to shake.

“Fuck- the fucking skirt-”

And you see Abby in that skirt, all cute and shy, and you spasm around real Abby’s fingers, cumming with a groan. Abby is too distracted with watching you go through your orgasm, still fucking you, and you both forget about the topic. 

Until you’re calmed down and Abby is satisfied with how fucked out you are. Then she remembers.

“Skirt?”

Shit, you think. Now you’ll have to explain it to Abby who definitely will tell you to fuck off. 

“I took a skirt from that store we found. It’s a pleated skirt, a cute one.”

“So? You want to wear it?” 

“I want you to wear it.”

Abby is silent, and you expect it, so you already drop the subject in your head, letting it go. But Abby is not letting it go.

“You want me to wear a skirt?”

“If you want to, obviously. I think you'll be so hot in it. But I know it’s not your style.”

“It’s really not.” Abby chuckles. “So that’s why you’ve been so spacey lately? Thinking about me in a skirt?”

“Yeah. Can’t stop thinking about your pretty butt in it.” You kiss Abby’s neck and flip her on her back. “You’d look so cute.” You kiss Abby’s abs as you make your way down. “I’d run my hands under your pretty little skirt and you’ll just take it like a good girl, yeah?”

This shift is always beautiful: she just fucked your brains out, but a couple of words and your head between her legs makes Abby go pliant and soft, her big blue eyes giving you a Bambi. 

“Holy fuck.” Abby sighs and you smile into her pussy. “I’ll wear it for you.”

The hungry monster inside you roars and claws at your chest. 

Abby walks funny the next day.

You don’t actually expect Abby to wear it - after all, what is said under horny subby fog can’t be held accountable. Abby is really not a girly girl - fuck, it’d be easier to make you wear a skirt (after getting shot and stabbed repeatedly, mind you), and you understand that Abby might not be comfortable with this idea. 

But you leave the skirt and the t-shirt on the bed one day to give her the choice. When you come back, it's gone. 

Next time the skirt topic comes up when you're taking a bath together - a rare luxury, so you enjoy every second of feeling Abby's warm skin against yours.

"Do you still want me to wear a skirt?" If you were relaxed a second ago, now you're suddenly alert. 

"Only if you want it too." You kiss her shoulder. 

"And if I wear it..?" Abby gives you space to finish the phrase for her. 

"I'll fuck you on every surface in this apartment." Abby laughs, but you know what she wants to know. "Yeah, I want it to be a scene." You take a second. "Do you want me to plan it?"

"Yeah."

You freeze for a second, not really believing your luck - Abby doesn't ask for a scene plan unless she wants to do it, and right now it means she will wear a skirt for you. 

"Fuck baby, you're going to wear it for me?" You ask excitedly, squeezing her in your arms. "With a t-shirt too?"

"Yeah, yeah. Don't let it get into your head." 

"We have a few free days next week, right? Is it okay?"

"Yes, you horndog." Abby laughs and you bite her gently. 

So you spend the next days planning what you would do with Abby, writing a short list of kinks so she could veto whatever she doesn't want to happen or add something she wants to happen (the ropes last time? Her idea). She still won't know in which order everything will happen or where exactly, or even when in some cases, to save the magic of the moment, but in order to feel safe with each other, you write your lists every time, unless you both get spontaneously in the mood and have to negotiate on the fly. 

You pass your list to Abby and as she reads it, her face warms up in a pretty red colour, just like apples in the garden. 

"Okay." Abby smiles at you. "This sounds good. But I pulled my shoulder today, so I won't be able to get on my hands and knees."

"Fuck, I'll give a massage later." You say, worried. "Okay, that's fine, no doggy." 

"We can do that one, when you push the pillow under me?"

You swallow in horny, the pictures flying through your head, as you scribble it down on your list. 

"Fuck yes. Are you going to be fine like this? You still put your arms up." 

"It's not that bad." Abby shrugs. "I want to add something." 

You nod eagerly, always ready to give Abby whatever she wants. Abby walks away to go through her backpack and comes back to you, giving you a piece of small leather belt. It's too small for any human, and just as your brain starts to catch up, Abby drops the bomb on you.

"Collar me."

You blink a few times, not believing your ears.

"I'll fucking destroy you, Abs." You say, your voice low and dark. 

You had this talk before, and Abby was honestly weirded out by the ritual of collaring, so you decided not to add it, especially since you weren't in a 24/7 dynamic and not in fixed roles either. And you know Abby doesn't mean putting this collar as the collar, but it is still so hot. The whole thing is not done by the book or by rules, but you really don't care: whatever Abby wants, Abby gets. 

"I will want to tug on it." You tell her, honestly, and Abby thinks for a second.  

"Yeah, okay. Traffic lights, then." 

You nod and add "collaring" in your messy handwriting. 

You know Abby will wear this skirt, it's not a surprise, but you're still not prepared when you walk into the kitchen. 

Abby is standing there, and you trail her bare legs up until you see the edge of the skirt and holy fuck. Holy fuck she looks good in it, her trained perky ass making the folds of the skirt to look especially delicious. You lick your lips as your fingers twitch, because you want to lift it already and get a look at her pretty little pussy. 

And your eyes go up and you see this tight t-shirt that shows all the muscles in Abby's back and shoulders and you want to bite her and mark her. 

"Wow, princess." You sigh and make your way to her, squeezing her waist. Abby jumps, surprised, but relaxes against you. "You look so fucking pretty." 

"Thank you."

"Give me a twirl, will you?" You step away to give her space.

Abby is clearly embarrassed, but she does the cutest twirl in the world and yes, you can see her ass. And she is not wearing underwear, just as you told her. 

"Beautiful." You murmur and run your hand up her thigh, lifting the skirt just a little. "You wanna watch something? I brought this from the library."

You show her the dvd and Abby is still tethered to reality, so she reads the summary carefully. 

"Sounds okay. Not like the last time." 

"Fuck you, baby." You pinch her side in revenge. "Let's go."

It seems so normal. It seems like any other day off, you and Abby sitting on the couch, but even as you pretend to watch the movie, you see how twitchy Abby is getting. 

She plays with the ham of her skirt and it's so fucking cute - but then she smooths the fabric and you feel like you're going to explode: Abby enjoys wearing it. Abby likes it in a way that a girl who was forced to grow up in a horrible fucking world would enjoy doing normal girly things. 

Maybe Abby is not not so girly after all. 

Your heart feels tender right now and you can't help but to put your hand on her thigh, drawing little circles on her sensitive skin. 

"Do you like it?"

"A little predictable, but still better." Abby shrugs and squeaks when you squeeze her thigh. "Yeah." She is shy now. "I feel pretty." 

"You are pretty, princess." You whisper in her ear, making her shudder.

But you don't do anything else. You keep watching the movie, caressing Abby's thigh and pretend not to notice the change in her breathing. Then Abby starts shifting a little and you look down to see her nipples perked up. The fabric is rubbing against her sensitive skin and you just wait, because in a minute you feel how Abby tries to press her thighs together, thinking she is sneaky. 

You chuckle and move your hand under the skirt, slowly parting her folds. Abby tries to keep her whimper to herself, but you feel how wet she is. 

"What's got you so worked up, pretty girl?" You ask innocently while you brush your thumb over Abby's clit. 

"Nothing." Abby breathes out and you chuckle. 

"Really?" You wonder and pick up the speed, flicking Abby's clit until she presses her thighs together.

It's such a pretty sight: your hand under Abby's skirt, squeezed by her warm thighs, her knees pressed together. Abby is biting her lip and you watch her while your fingers tease her relentlessly. She looks desperate and helpless, and you live for it.

"Were you thinking exactly about this? How good I will make you feel under your pretty skirt?" You gently bite Abby's neck and she joists. "But we are watching a movie, princess, and I'm really interested in it. So you will give a narration while I play with your pretty pussy." You can't give less fucks about this movie, but making life harder for Abby is your favourite game.

"Yes, ma'am." Abby is not fully in the subspace yet, so she feels a little shy, but she crumbles completely when your eyes meet. 

You slide down to the floor and make Abby put her feet by her sides for better access. The skirt falls between her legs and covers her cunt, and you lean back to look at her. Abby is blushing and frowning in desperation, her nipples are perking through the t-shirt and her plushy thighs are open so shamelessly for you. 

"You stop talking, I stop touching you." You warn Abby and she nods. "Now lift your shirt up." 

Abby does as she told and now this is a sight, her small tits squeezed by the t-shirt, her abs flexing as she breathes deeply. Abby already looks ruined and you haven't done anything yet.

"What is happening there?" You ask routinely and lift Abby's skirt up, revealing her soaked little cunt. You spread her lips open and circle her clit with your thumb. 

"She is- she is at work again." Abby sighs and you hum, encouraging her. "She is talking to the cigarette selling woman." It sounds like Abby is relieved when she finishes her line and you laugh to yourself: your poor baby is trying to be good for you.

You leave her clit alone and push two fingers in slowly, watching her body react to you as beautiful as always. Abby freezes and instead of watching the movie, watches your fingers disappear in her.

"I'll take them out." You threaten and Abby snaps back into watching. 

"There's this creepy guy," Abby swallows hard when you start slowly pumping your fingers in and out. "And she has an idea- fuck." You just curled your fingers and Abby stops watching again, but quickly opens her eyes.

"What's the idea?" 

"She wants the sell- ah, fuck - selling lady and the- the-" You pick up the speed of your fingers and Abby clutches to your shoulders. You reach with your free hand and pinch her nipple, and Abby twitches in response, her pussy clenches on you. "Fuck, it feels so good, ma'am."

"And I'm yet to hear about her idea." You say with a hint of a threat, but your thrusts only get rougher. 

"She is playing matchmaker, ohmygod!" Abby whimpers and in reward you lick the long strip from your fingers buried in her pussy to her neglected clit. You suck on it and Abby lets out a shriek as her knees are closing up above your head. "Fuck, oh god- I can't-" 

You keep sucking on her clit until she is shaking and moaning, but then you move away and take out your fingers. 

"Is she still playing matchmaker?" You ask sternly.  Abby blinks and checks the screen. 

"No."

"That's what I fucking thought." You knead Abby's thighs a little painfully and keep her legs open for you. "Keep talking, princess."

Abby nods feverishly and swallows. Such a pretty fucking sight, you think as you look up to her: Abby's mouth is open and she really tries so hard to watch this stupid movie, but you push your fingers inside again and all her efforts go to waste as she twitches and blinks very fast in a attempt to not close her eyes.

"She is telling the selling lady that the creepy g- fuck-" Abby sobs when you put your mouth back on her. You play with her clit and suck on it again, making Abby buck her hips into your face. "The- the creepy guy is in- ma'am! - is in love with her!" 

You push Abby's legs together and up, almost folding her in half and push your tongue alongside your fingers, getting drunk on her taste. Abby is a smart girl, so she holds herself under her knees to help you and moans when she feels your tongue and your fingers inside.  Abby always tastes and feels like heaven, and you never want to leave her pussy alone. 

"Ma'am I'm gonna cum." Abby whimpers and you get rough, every push of your fingers is moving Abby's whole body with the sheer force of it, because Abby is not behaving.

"Is her idea working?" You suck on her clit again and Abby whines and sobs while forcing herself to look at the screen.

"Y-yes!" Abby shouts and cums on your fingers, sucking them in on every spasm. You pick up the pace and Abby tries to fight you off, but you slap her hand away and fuck her through her orgasm until her thighs are shaking uncontrollably. Abby is whimpering on every exhale, her abs are twitching, and you smile wolfishly.

"You did so good, princess." You let Abby's legs go gently and fix her skirt, smoothing the fabric. Abby looks at you with pleading eyes and your heart swells, so you straighten up and kiss her slowly and delicately. Abby relaxes and caresses your neck, chasing your mouth, and you can’t help yourself as you pinch her nipples playfully. 

“You want your collar?” You ask softly and Abby nods eagerly. “Show me how good your throat is first.”

Bratty Abby is fun, and you like the back and forth of it, but good girl Abby makes you feral: you just told her what you want and she is already opening her mouth for you, sticking her tongue out.

“Good fucking girl.” You growl and push your fingers down her throat. 

You fuck Abby’s throat until she is gurgling and her eyes roll back into her skull: you know she likes it, likes to relax her throat and let you use her as you wish. Abby is not even gagging now, so used to it, but you can feel how her throat clenches on you sometimes. Abby looks so cute like this, her tits out, her eyes closed and her thighs pressed together under the skirt as it spreads so prettily around her hips. 

“Beautiful.” You murmur and clean up her spit from her chin. Abby smiles at you, clearly pleased from praise, and you kiss her again as a reward. Abby likes kisses, especially if she is needy, as if it keeps her tethered to you. "Show me your neck, princess."

Abby straightens up and proudly shows you her neck - she is so cute you can't help your giggle. You take out the small belt and Abby looks at you with wide eyes as if you’re her god. 

"Mine." You tell her when you tighten the collar around her neck. "You're mine." 

"Yours, ma'am." Abby answers in a small voice and you see how any rational thought leaves Abby’s head as her eyes get cloudy. "Can I touch it, ma'am?"

"Go ahead." You nod and watch her strong fingers that leave bruises on your thighs brush over the leather with such care. "We're not done, princess." 

Abby nods and you tug on her collar until she stands up on her shaking legs and follows you to the bedroom. There's enough space for your fingers to fit in under the collar, but you're still careful with it: it's a new thing and you don't want to hurt Abby in a way she doesn't want to be hurt. 

You lead Abby to the bed, but instead of getting her to lie down, you sit on the bed and tug on her collar to get her down on her knees. Abby slowly sits on her thighs and fixes the skirt again, and you just can't. She is so fucking cute in it, and you can see the curve of her hips in the mirror, her waist looks tiny and the dips along her spine are so fucking hot. 

You caress Abby's cheekbone with your thumb, adoring her, and she blooms. Abby likes subbing because she's loved so fully at her weakest and most vulnerable like she's never been before - she's literally on her knees, with a collar around her neck and in a skirt and you look at her like she is divine.

"Is your throat good enough for my cock too, princess?"  You ask with a teasing smirk, palming your strap through the fabric of your pants. 

"Yes ma'am. I'll be so good for you." Abby pleads and grabs at your thighs before she remembers herself. 

"Too eager for your own good, huh?" You weave your fingers through her hair at the back, right under the braid, holding her head up. "Come on, get to work."

Abby tugs your pants down and you can see in the mirror how she presses her thighs together when she sees your strap, and that won't do. 

"Spread your legs and arch your back, I wanna see how wet you're gonna get." 

Abby does exactly as she is told, even lifting herself up a little so she could reach your lap, and you see her skirt covering everything. It's a downside, but Abby is smart, so she pushes the skirt to the front just enough for it to go up and your grip in her hair tightens from how sexy she looks. The edge of the skirt is now reaching to the middle of her ass and you see her wet pussy glisten; the contrast of her waist to hips ratio makes her ass look even better, and you feel like you're gonna cum just from watching Abby getting wet. 

"Fucking beautiful." You growl and Abby even shakes her ass a little to make it jiggle. "Focus, princess." You tell her sternly, and Abby arches into you even more. 

You tug Abby's head back and she opens her mouth automatically, so you push your cock inside just a little - Abby wraps her lips around the head and you let go of her hair, letting her run the show and have fun. Abby leaves wet open mouthed kisses along the length of your strap and you hum in approval, petting her head. She is blushing and her freckles look so pretty on her pink cheeks, her eyelashes flatter when she closes her eyes and licks the whole length of your strap. The movements cause the harness to move against your clit and your breathing gets heavier - you didn't expect it to happen, you must've put the harness in a different way - and Abby notices how tense are your thighs under her hands. She makes eye contact with you to check in, and you smile at her. 

"You're doing so good princess, you might make me cum if you keep it up."

Abby whimpers when she hears it - it's very rare for you to even allow her to touch you when you dom her, let alone make you cum, but Abby wants to. She always wants to please you in any way she's allowed to. 

"Please let me make you cum, ma'am." Abby begs, looking at you with her big doe eyes. 

"You can try, princess." You chuckle, not very sure that she can, but Abby seems determined. 

Abby lifts up a little again and lowers her head on your cock, taking as much as she can while she still can breathe, and when she comes back up, the harness grinds against your clit, making you hiss. Abby wiggles in excitement and starts to bob her head up and down, getting dizzy from hearing your panting and hissing above her.

"Just like that, babygirl." You pant and put your hand on Abby's head, slightly pushing the strap deeper. "You can take it, right?" You coo and Abby moans in agreement. "Good girl. Relax for me."

You hold Abby's head by her braid and push your strap deeper and deeper while Abby's eyes roll back into her skull. There is something so comforting about having her throat stuffed Abby can't help herself but to go absolutely slack while you fuck her throat, grunting and panting as your own pleasure builds up. 

"Ride your fingers, princess, I know you want to." 

Fucking hell, you think as you watch Abby pump her fingers in and out in the mirror, her thighs and ass look so delicious with the skirt on. Abby moans and whimpers as you fuck her throat and she fucks herself, and you know you're not going to last long. 

Your grip tightens in her hair and Abby whimpers, and you can see in the mirror how rough she is being with herself, desperate to cum. 

"Fuck-" You whimper and buck your hips up to get more friction and the same time as Abby swallows you down, and the pressure ticks you off right away. 

Your thighs shake and your hips buck, chasing the aftershocks of your orgasm while Abby watches you with wide eyes, her own fingers forgotten. She is not even breathing, absolutely mesmerised by your reactions - she made you cum, she made you cum without even touching you. 

You pant, still twitching from your orgasm, but you find the strength to move Abby away from the strap despite her whining. 

"Come here." You tug on her collar again to make her move and Abby straddles you. "Holy fuck." You whisper when you look at her. "My best girl." You kiss Abby's shoulder and she giggles.

"Thank you, ma'am." 

You smile at her and then lie down on the bed, tugging on Abby's hips so she would move. Abby is bright red - for some reason she is still so shy when you make her sit on your face - but she moves up, until her thighs are by the sides of your face. Abby can't even look at you, her eyelashes casting shadows on her cheeks.

“Look at me.” You tell her and Abby steals a glance at you, which is not what you wanted. “I said look at me.”

And Abby looks, tries her hardest to maintain eye contact with you as you push her down on your face, burying yourself in her soaked pussy. 

Abby whines when you suck on her sensitive clit since she's been close after fucking herself earlier. You don't waste any time and eat her out messily, getting her wetness all over your face as you devour her, fucking her with your tongue, rubbing and sucking her clit, while Abby writhes on top of you. 

“Oh god-” She sobs and you grab a handful of her hips, pulling her skirt up so you can see her. “I'm gonna-”

And that is exactly your cue to stop, leaving Abby panting and whimpering on top of you. You watch her pretty clit throb from being so close to orgasm and smirk. 

Abby is confused and there's a tiniest hint of hurt on her face: she did such a good job and you are not letting her cum?

You chuckle and signal her to move. 

“Lie down on your stomach.” You tell her and while Abby does as she is told, you fix your harness and grab a pillow to put it under Abby's hips. 

Seeing Abby's fat thighs pressed together with her wet glistening hole between them makes you want to ruin her. The sight of your strong, dangerous girlfriend all shy and pretty and in this damn skirt makes you froth at your mouth like a fucking dog. Abby makes you feel like the most unhinged obsessed creep and the way she welcomes your dark side - as you think of it - is why you would die for her at any moment. 

You can't help the possessive bite you leave on her neck, practically growling into her ear.

“You're mine.” You tell her and Abby nods, shows her neck with a collar on it. 

“Yours.” She whispers and bucks her hips into you, presenting herself for you. 

You line your strap up and push inside, feeling how tight Abby is from being so close to an orgasm. 

“It's a pity you can't see yourself, princess.” You tell her as you watch the head of your strap slowly disappear in her hole. “You're close, aren't you?”

“Please, ma'am.” Abby whimpers and you part her ass cheeks to give yourself a show. 

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.” Abby says and you smile. 

“You can do better than that.”

You're not usually the “beg me” type, but now you want Abby to be desperate. You keep pushing extremely slowly, teasing Abby and moving away when she bucks her hips. 

“Please, I need you.” Abby starts shyly and oh, what a great idea it is. “Ma'am, I need you, please fuck me, only you can make me feel good, please-”

You push all the way in in one go and Abby moans loudly.

“Good fucking girl.” You growl and pick a hard pace right away, slamming into Abby so hard her ass jiggles. Abby sobs and her back tenses: she feels you so deep and she is so tight in this position, and she is so fucking close. You knead her ass through the skirt and just watch your strap disappear in Abby, fucking her mercilessly. 

“Ma’am-” Abby whimpers and holds the pillow under her head for dear life, trying to hold off her orgasm. “Can I-” Abby doesn't get to finish her sentence as your next thrust knocks the air out of her. 

“Cum, babygirl.” You tell her gently while you thrust into Abby's tight little pussy with force, grabbing her hips for stability. 

Abby coils and lifts her ass as her orgasm rips through her body like an electric shock, and you chuckle, satisfied, your movements slowing down. You're not stopping, still moving inside her, and Abby squeezes her thighs together under you, whimpering. 

“Relax, princess, and let me have you.” You murmur into her ear and continue fucking her slowly, watching your strap come out of her covered in her cum. 

Abby genuinely tries to relax, but she is sensitive right now and your cock drags along her walls so slowly it drives her crazy. She likes feeling so stuffed, so full of you, but now she wants to cum again. 

“Ma'am, please go faster.” Abby asks you and you chuckle. 

“You're so impatient.” You tsk and slap her ass cheek lightly, watching it jiggle. “You're gonna cum like this or not at all, understood?”

“Yes ma'am.” Abby says, humbled, but her voice breaks in a moan when you push inside to the hilt. “Fuck.”

You smile and pull out just to push back and Abby clutches to the pillow, her whole body feels like she is on fire. You don't make it easier as your lips travel over her sensitive back, every touch of your hot tongue makes her tighten around your strap and moan pathetically. 

Abby is so close and so, so fucking far away from her orgasm and you know it, so you continue thrusting into her slowly until Abby starts to squirm and misbehave as she pushes back, chasing your strap. 

“Stop it.” You tell her sternly and push her lower back into the bed to stop her from moving. 

“Ma'am, please!” Abby whines.

You tug on her collar quite roughly and press your lips to her ear. 

“Such a brat.” You growl and slam into Abby roughly, making her squeal. “Turn on your side.” 

And that's how Abby ends up being fucked roughly from behind while you squeeze her throat and play with her clit relentlessly, bringing her to the edge immediately. Your pelvis hits her ass at every thrust and Abby whines and whimpers, her eyes rolled back, her head absolutely empty. Abby feels like she doesn’t exist anymore, only your hands and your voice and your cock do - and she feels so fucking good. 

“Ma’am-” Abby moans frantically. “It feels so good, you feel so good, thankyouthankyouthankyou” Is all you can hear between Abby’s sobs. You smile darkly and fuck her harder until she shrieks and cums again. 

But you don’t stop. You keep fucking Abby through her orgasm, you keep fucking her when she whines from being too sensitive, you keep fucking her even when she tries to move your hand away from her clit.

“Ma’am, it’s too much- I can’t-”

“You can take it.” You pant into her ear. “You wanted to cum so much before, so keep cumming.”  

And Abby does, with another sob. She cums again, and again, until it becomes too much for real, and her face is wet with tears. She feels like overstimulation now hurts more than pleases, and maybe you’re right, she has another one in her, but Abby feels exhausted. 

“Yellow.” Abby sniffles, and you stop moving right away, carefully letting go of her tit, but not removing the strap yet in case it will hurt Abby.

“Too much?” You ask her gently and Abby nods. “Does something hurt?” You ask her with such care in your voice Abby wants to cry, because she feels like she could’ve gone longer and now she’s disappointed you. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Abby sniffles, and you get more alert than ever.

“Abby? Can I hug you?” Abby nods and you carefully wrap your arms around her and bury your face in her neck. “Talk to me, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Did I say something?”

“No- It’s just- It started to hurt and I’m tired- fuck, I’m sorry.” 

“Baby, why are you saying sorry? It’s okay, you did good by using the safeword.”

“I just feel like I could go longer, I should not have stopped you.” Abby admits and sniffles again, ashamed - her emotions skyrocket in subspace.

“I don’t want you to push your limits to please me. How about we stop now, get clean and then cuddle and talk, if you want? How does it sound?”

“We can continue, I just need a moment.” Abby pleads as her guilt grows.

“I don't think we should, sweets.” That pet name makes Abby squeeze her eyes: you only use it when she is not allowed to argue. “It's okay. You're okay. You didn't do anything wrong.” You kiss her shoulder and Abby's head gets a little clearer. “Thank you for telling me, you did so well.”

This makes Abby feel a little better; she nods and squeezes your hand in return. You carefully remove the strap while Abby winces and then you help her get up and go to the bathroom, to shower. 

You take her clothes and collar off, and Abby doesn’t look at you, still beating herself up, but you won’t have it. So when you two get into the shower and water starts to wash the sweat and cum off both of you, you take her face in your hands and kiss her cheeks, her nose, her eyes and forehead, everywhere really. Just small gentle kisses, until Abby smiles and looks at you bashfully.

“You have the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen.” You tell her honestly and Abby blushes, but her mood seems to go up. 

You wash both of you gently, carefully going over Abby’s crotch, and she relaxes under your arms. You dry both of you after and help Abby change into her pjs. She gets under the blankets and you kiss her forehead before going to the kitchen and getting some food for both of you. 

When you return with two plates and a big cup, Abby looks sleepily at you, seemingly calm. But you know her, you know how guilt can eat her alive, so you keep being alert. 

“Drink this first.” You give Abby warm water with honey and she drinks it, scrunching her nose from the sweetness of it. Then you eat in comfortable silence, both noticing with surprise how hungry you were - which should not be a surprise by now, really. You finish your food and clean up so you can cuddle Abby and sooth her. Abby gets on top of you and you caress her hair and shoulders absentmindedly.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better.” Abby sounds more sober now too. “I just-” She huffs, annoyed at herself. “I dunno how to explain. I could've gone longer.” 

“I don't want to hurt you. Not in a way you don't enjoy.” You remind her. Abby loves you so much she is scared to fuck everything up, and it led to some problems before, when she put your needs above hers. You talked about it, but sometimes, especially if Abby subs, she slips and does it again. This is exactly why you have a “sweets” rule: to stop her before she hurts both of you with her sacrifices. 

“I just feel like I'm..weak.” Abby admits and you chuckle. 

“You're not. You're a grownup who can tell their limits, and I'm so happy you did.” You say kindly. “I trust you. You were so good for me today, including using the safeword.” You kiss the top of Abby's head and she hugs you tighter. “I'm sorry I didn't check in with you.”

Abby nods and looks up to you. 

“We both agreed to this, right? We literally fucked around and found out.” You chuckle and reach out to grab the honey water for Abby. 

“I know you hate it, but your throat needs it.”

Abby groans and drinks it, absolutely despising the honey: this is the only drawback of getting her throat fucked.

“Did you like the skirt?” Abby asks playfully. 

“Yes. You looked so good in it, god. I got a little crazy.” You kiss her honey lips and Abby smiles into your mouth. 

“Well, next time it's your turn.” She says seriously and you laugh. 

“If you promise to not rip it apart.” 

[theemporium]

Hiiiii can you do smt with Remus Lupin? Could it be a best friends to lovers thing? Also could it be smutty? Thank you sooooo much ♥️

thank you for requesting!🖤

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“This is what friends are for, right?” 

“Yeah,” you breathed out, your shaking hands gripping the sheets beneath you in tight fists. “Friends. Exactly.” 

And maybe the word would sound a lot more convincing if it weren’t for the fact your best friend was currently between your legs, two fingers buried deep into your cunt and the bottom half of his face glistening with your release after he had been teasing you for the better part of the last hour.

It had started off as most your usual lazy days with Remus did. You were lounging around your flat in comfy clothes as you both ordered a takeaway and cracked open a bottle to share between you. You started talking and catching up and the conversation vaguely veered onto the topic of your date the other week.

You confided in your best friend that it was an utter disaster. From the fact it was a blind date set up by a coworker to the fact he had spent the solid thirty minutes you shared in bed rubbing your inner thigh and thinking he was doing something, you had taken a large gulp of wine and grumbled some comment about men disappointing you.

You expected Remus to laugh and sympathise with your misery.

What you hadn’t expected was for him to show you that not all men were, in fact, disappointing. 

“I would never treat you like that,” he had muttered as his lips trailed down the length of your neck and down the valley between your tits. “I would fuck a girl as gorgeous as you dumb, make you cry me some pretty tears.”

The tension between you and Remus was nothing new. You were close, far closer than any two best friends ever should have been. Everyone knew the feelings you harboured towards each other but the fear of losing your friendship had always stopped either one of you making a move. 

But seeing his best friend complaining about some lacklustre wizard between her legs was the last straw from Remus. 

You owned his heart for the last few years, now he was going to own your pleasure. He was going to show you that no man would ever compare to him.

“Remus, please,” you whined as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you, watching the way you clenched around him and your hips bucked for more. He didn’t think he had ever seen a sight so pretty.

“Shhh, I’ve got you,” he murmured, his hair falling in front of his eyes as he leaned down to suck your swollen clit between his lips, groaning in delight when he heard you mewl in response. “I know what my girl wants, just gotta trust me, baby.”

“I want you,” you breathed out, one hand reaching out to push his hair back so you could see his face between your legs. “Please.”

“Fuck,” he groaned against your cunt, his free hand reaching to keep your legs spread open. “You sound so pretty begging for me.”

Your fingers tugged on his hair as he lapped at your cunt, as he licked and kissed and sucked until your legs were shaking and your eyes were glossy with tears and you were begging for him to be inside you, to feel him fucking ruin you.

You moaned against his lips when he finally slid inside you, so deep that you swore you could feel him in your throat. Your nails dug into his biceps, the only word leaving your lips between whiny breaths being his name. And Remus couldn’t help but feel smug. 

“That’s right, darling,” he groaned, his hips snapping against yours as he watched your body jolt with each thrust. One of his hands gripped your cheeks, his thumb passing your lips until you wrapped your lips around him and sucked on his digit. “My good girl, hm? Gonna lay there and look pretty whilst I fuck you silly. Gonna fuck the word friend right out of you” 

You could only whine in response.

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[ophanum]

Hi!!! I love the way you write by the way! I get embarrassed to request but you seem you don't shame so could you do a Tai lung x fem dog reader smut. Can you make Reader chubby and is embarrassed to show any body part and thinks Tai is embarrassed of reader and doesn't like them anymore since they gained weight a bit and they weren't as skinny as they were before

IF YOU WRITE THIS THANK YOU SO MUCH! I hope you have a good day I would give you a huge hug ( not in a weird way) THANK YOU POOKIE!!!

BIRTHDAY CAKE - ! Kung Fu Panda

ft. Tai Lung x Chubby! Dog! Fem! Reader

"Want you to live like the world's on fire, Want you to love like hearts don't break" - That would be enough by Hamilton.

Note: Thank you for your kind words! I'm so glad you enjoy my writing, and rest assured, I never judge—this is a safe space for your creativity and ideas. This is such a wonderful idea, because for one based on Tai Lung's character, he's more of a decisive person. If this is what he thinks will happen, it will inevitably happen, according to him. So when he chooses his significant other, for sure, he is rock solid on that decision. And no amount of change in appearance would change his mind.

Reader’s insecurities about her weight lead her to believe Tai Lung is ashamed of her, but he proves just how deeply he adores her—inside and out.

You had been avoiding Tai Lung for days now. Ever since you’d noticed the extra softness in your figure, you couldn’t shake the thought that he must have noticed, too. And what if he didn’t like it?

The thought gnawed at you like a shadowy beast, its claws scraping against the edges of your mind. Your reflection in the mirror seemed to warp, features blurring under the heat of your spiraling thoughts.

The idea of him seeing you like this—less toned, less perfect—made your chest tighten. You couldn’t bear the thought of him being disappointed, or worse, embarrassed to be with you. So you started wearing looser clothes and kept your distance, hiding your body from his golden, piercing gaze.

But Tai Lung wasn’t one to let things slide.

When you returned to your shared space one evening, you found him waiting for you, arms crossed and tail flicking impatiently. His eyes locked onto yours, intense but unreadable.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said bluntly. “Why?”

You froze, clutching the fabric of your oversized top. “I… I haven’t,” you stammered, though your voice betrayed you.

He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t lie to me, [Name]. You’ve barely looked at me all week. What’s going on?”

You hesitated, the words caught in your throat. How could you explain it? That you felt like you weren’t enough for him anymore? That every time you caught sight of yourself, all you could think about was how much better you used to look?

Finally, you dropped your gaze, mumbling, “I just… I don’t think you’d want to see me like this.”

His ears twitched, and he took a step closer. “Like what?”

“Like…” You gestured vaguely at yourself, frustration bubbling up. “This! I’m not the same as I was before. I’ve gained weight, Tai. I’m not as fit or… or attractive anymore.��� Your voice cracked, and you felt tears pricking at your eyes. “And I thought… maybe you were embarrassed of me now.”

The room fell silent for a moment, the air thick with your words. Tai felt a flicker in his stomach when you said his nickname, only you get to call him that. Then Tai Lung moved, closing the distance between you in a few swift strides.

“Embarrassed?” he repeated, his voice low with disbelief. His paws gently gripped your shoulders, forcing you to meet his gaze." [Name], how could you think that?”

You shrugged helplessly, tears spilling over. “Because... look at me! I’m not the same dog you fell in love with, I gained weight and lost it, I'm not disciplined as I was before- I'm despicable. And you… you’re perfect, Tai. You deserve someone who—”

“Stop,” he interrupted, his tone firm but not unkind. His hands forming into fist. Those calloused but gentle hands never had the time to relax, always curling itself back when pressure is given to the body. Your eyes lingered on it, then to his yellow eyes, which you know could cause some damage to your mental well-being if given the right amount of emotion. And now he was giving her none at this moment. Which was strangely uncharacteristic. Tai always knew what he wanted and he will show it without hesitation. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”

Before you could say another word, he pulled you into his arms, his grip strong but tender. You felt his breath against your ear as he murmured, “I don’t care if you’ve gained weight or not. I care about you.”

You never stutter, do you? You thought joked melancholously

You tried to pull away, embarrassed, but he held you tighter. “Listen to me,” he said, his voice softening. “You’re beautiful. Every curve, every inch of you. And if you can’t see that, I’ll remind you every single day until you do.”

Your breath hitched as he leaned back, his eyes scanning your face with an intensity that made your heart race. “You think I’m perfect?” he said, a smirk tugging at his lips as his eyes darted for a moment at the corner of the room in disbelief and a sense of astonishment. “Then trust me when I say this: you’re everything I could ever want. And more.”

His paws slid down to your waist, his touch firm yet reverent. “Let me show you,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a low rumble.

You barely had time to process his words before he tilted your chin up, capturing your lips in a kiss that stole your breath. It was slow and deliberate, his tongue brushing against yours as he coaxed you to relax against him.

“Let me see you,” he whispered when he pulled away. Your breath hitched and was inconsistent. His eyes darted from your eyes to your agape lips. His paws trailing down to the hem of your shirt. “All of you.”

You hesitated, giving a small, light grunt. Your insecurities flaring up again, closing your eyes shut. But the look in his—a mix of adoration and desire—made your walls crumble, scrunching your brows in disbelief of him. Slowly, you allowed him to lift your shirt, revealing the soft curves you had been so desperate to hide.

Tai Lung’s gaze never wavered. If anything, it grew warmer, his lips parting as if to say something, but instead, he leaned down to kiss your shoulder, then your collarbone.

“You’re gorgeous,” he murmured between kisses, his claws tracing patterns along your sides. “So soft, so perfect…”

You gave a small chuckle. "Don't think I've heard those words before?"

"I don't care about any of that. Tonight I want to show you... show you that these mere words are nothing to my worship."

You gasped as his lips moved lower, trailing kisses down your stomach, his paws kneading the flesh of your hips with a reverence that made your cheeks burn. “Tai…”

He looked up at you, a playful smirk on his lips. “What? I’m just appreciating what’s mine.”

Tai Lung’s kisses grew more deliberate, his lips trailing along your stomach as his paws caressed your hips with reverence. You shivered under his touch, a mixture of nervousness and longing swirling in your chest.

“You’re stunning,” he murmured, his voice deep and husky as his claws teased the waistband of your bottoms. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he silenced you with a kiss, his tongue exploring yours with unrestrained passion. His paws gripped your thighs, squeezing gently as if to anchor himself to you.

“Let me show you how much I love every inch of you,” he whispered against your lips, his voice rough with desire.

With a gentle but firm touch, he began removing the rest of your clothing, taking his time as if unwrapping a gift. You instinctively moved to cover yourself, but he caught your wrists, pinning them above your head with one paw.

“Don’t hide from me,” he said, his gaze locking onto yours. The intensity in his golden eyes sent a thrill through you. “You’re beautiful, [Name]. Let me prove it to you.”

He pressed his lips to your neck, kissing and nibbling along your pulse point before moving lower. His mouth worshipped every curve and dip of your body, his paws exploring your softness as if he couldn’t get enough.

When his kisses reached your thighs, he paused, glancing up at you with a smirk that made your breath catch. “Relax,” he murmured, his voice a low growl. “Let me take care of you.”

Before you could respond, his mouth found the most sensitive part of you, his tongue moving with deliberate precision. It was rough, his paws grabbed your thighs with his nails grazing your skin. He lapped at your heated sex, the juices made him drown like a bee to a queen's nectar. He couldn't have any other way. You were his and everything that comes within you. Gasp escaped your lips as your back arched, your hands tangling in his fur. He chuckled softly, the vibration sending shivers through your body. His eyes looked up and sent a soft, raving look. Melting to one of your sounds. He was indeed drunk off of you.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice filled with adoration. “Let me hear you.”

His paw slid up to your waist, holding you firmly as he continued his ministrations. The tension in your body built quickly, each flick of his tongue pushing you closer to the edge. When you finally fell apart beneath him, he didn’t stop, drawing out every wave of pleasure until you were trembling.

Tai Lung moved back up your body, his lips finding yours in a heated kiss. You could taste yourself on him, the thought making your cheeks burn.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

He shed the last of his clothing, his powerful frame towering over you. He chuckled at himself for his silliness, you gave him a smile. Despite his strength, his touch was gentle as he positioned himself between your thighs, his gaze searching yours for permission.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice softer now, almost reverent.

You nodded, your heart pounding as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Yes,” you whispered, and that was all he needed.

He entered you slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and intimacy that left you breathless. Tai Lung’s paws gripped your hips, his movements controlled as he began to rock into you.

“You feel amazing,” he groaned, his forehead resting against yours. “So perfect… just for me.”

His pace quickened, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure through your body. He watched your every reaction, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and desire that made your chest ache.

“Don’t hold back,” he murmured, his paw sliding down to intertwine with yours. “I want all of you.”

As the heat between you built, you clung to him, your moans filling the room. Tai Lung’s name spilled from your lips as you reached your peak again, the intensity of your release making your vision blur.

He followed shortly after, his grip tightening as he buried himself deep inside you, a low growl rumbling from his chest. For a moment, neither of you moved, your bodies tangled together as you caught your breath.

Tai Lung pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his paw brushing stray strands of hair from your face. “You’re perfect,” he whispered, his voice filled with conviction.

You smiled shyly, your insecurities melting away in the warmth of his embrace. “I love you,” you murmured, and he smiled, pulling you closer.

“And I love you,” he replied, his tail curling around your leg. “Exactly as you are.”

The rest of the night passed in a haze of whispered praises and gentle touches. Tai Lung took his time, worshipping every part of you with a patience and tenderness that made your heart ache. He made sure you knew—without a doubt—that he adored you just as you were.

And by the time you fell asleep in his arms, his tail wrapped securely around your waist, you finally believed him.

[sitkowski]

now that you're mine ( nick folio x nicholas ruffilo )

pairing: nicholas ruffilio x nick folio cw: none. new boyfriends, first kisses, much fluff. word count: 575 author's note: last day of work this week, one of two more bits of softness (the other one will be up in a few hours!) for you before i disappear for the weekend for kinktober stuff. title comes from "slide away" by oasis. i hope that you've all enjoyed these little bits of seratonin i've been giving myself all week. divider by @saradika-graphics ✨

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It’s nearly two am when they have to call it a night and find a motel. Matt pulls the van into the first parking lot with the neon ‘vacancy’ sign lit up, and goes inside to get keys. Nicholas is half asleep in the very back, Folio’s head tucked up under his chin. It takes him a few minutes to wake him and get the doors open, letting in the cold night air. Noah and Jolly get out to check the trailer, and when Matt comes back, he’s got three keys.

“They’ve only got three singles. Double up.” He says tiredly, passing one to Jolly and one to Folio, and keeping one for himself.

Nicholas usually rooms with Noah, but things have changed. He lets Folio pull him along to the room they’ll be sharing after they all grab their bags and lock up the van, and head inside. The room isn’t much warmer than it is outside, and Nicholas immediately goes to turn up the heat.

“Do you want the first shower?” he asks.

“Yeah, thanks.”

The room warms up enough by the time he returns, and the bathroom is even warmer when Nicholas goes in. He stands there for a few minutes beneath the spray, just letting the heat of the water sink into him. Once he’s dressed in warm clothes, he shuffles back out into the main room. Folio’s already got the lights off, just the glow of his phone screen illuminating his face. When he sees Nicholas, he flips back the blankets for him to get into the bed beside him.

Sleeping in the same bed, that isn’t new for them. The feelings attached now, that’s new. They’d gone out on a few dates, but so far that was all they’d managed. Nicholas isn’t disappointed, he likes the pace they’re going with right now, even if he wants more. He pulls the blankets up around his shoulders and Folio sets aside his phone, plunging the room into darkness. Reaching over, he pushes Nicholas’ damp hair behind his ear, tapping his thumb against the edge of his ear in a teasing manner.

He leans in and kisses him, and Nicholas melts into the bed. Folio kisses him, over and over, before finally pulling back to drag his thumb over his bottom lip. “This okay?”

Nicholas can’t find the single word he needs, so he just nods. Smiling wide enough that his dimples show, Folio cradles his head in his hands and kisses him again, longer this time. Beneath the blankets, Nicholas grasps the front of Folio’s shirt in his hands, letting him take the lead here. It doesn’t appear that he’s in any kind of rush through, and Nicholas likes that. He pulls the blankets up even further, until they’re nearly buried between them.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you forever.” Folio admits softly in the dark.

Nicholas sighs and presses his forehead against his. “You can’t say shit like that to me and expect me to have a normal reaction.”

“I didn’t say it for a normal reaction, Nicky,” Nicholas can practically hear the smirk in his voice, but he’s too tired to do anything about it. “But we’ve gotta be up in like six hours—”

“God, don’t remind me!”

“So you and I will discuss this more at length, once we’re home?”

Nicholas tilts his head back and kisses him, one more time just to say goodnight. “Count on it.”

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[devildom-moss]

Celebrating the holidays/New Year headcanons (the others)

The second part of this ask by @angel6776

(Part 1: general + the demon brothers headcanons)

(Suggestive, except for Luke's part, obviously) (Platonic/familial for Luke)

Word Count: +5,300 (no wonder this request took so long)

Diavolo

He’s so excited to hear about your usual holiday traditions. He’ll invite you over for tea just so you can tell him all about it. Honestly, he’ll feel a bit disappointed if you don’t have any particular traditions or if you have negative feelings about the holidays. However, if that’s the case, he’ll be even more motivated to ensure that you have an excellent holiday season in the Devildom. Diavolo wants to build new traditions with you that you can cherish. If not for Barbatos and Lucifer, Diavolo would be willing to spend anything to show you a good time.

He will actually get his work done ahead of schedule if it means you can come over and decorate the castle with him. It sounds like such a fun couple-y experience and if he can’t do that, he’ll pout, and Barbatos will never hear the end of it – especially if the brothers or someone else mentions that you helped them decorate.

Schedules a date with you near the end of the year 2 or more weeks in advance and uses it as motivation to get through all his work. Although, on occasion, he gets scolded for daydreaming too much. He can’t stop imagining holding your hand on a chilly Devildom night or kissing you in the snow or wrapping his arms around you in bed and pulling you so close that your breath would warm his skin.

Brings an assortment of rare Demonus to the party, which puts everyone in a good mood. He drinks moderately and joins in on every possible activity everyone is involved in, and he tries to drag you into them too. “MC, you have to sing a duet with me. Please?” “Have you tried the cake Simeon and Luke prepared yet? Here, I brought you a slice. It’s delicious. I wonder if they would share the recipe with Barbatos.” “Would you care to dance with me?” “You should join our game, MC. Come, you can sit on my lap if you’d like.”

It starts to feel like even if Diavolo is involved in some other activity, he always has an eye on you. He just can’t keep his eyes from searching for you. He’s one of the first people to notice if you disappear with someone else, but assuming you aren’t exclusively together, he lets you have your fun. Just know that whatever state you return in, once he gets you to himself, he’ll be determined to unravel and fluster you twice as much as the last person.

He will get his chance to steal you away for a while. If he can’t find the opportunity during the party, he’ll ensure that he’s the last person awake so he can have you all to himself at the end of the party. If you’re out, too, then you’ll mysteriously be impossible to find the morning after the party.  

Gifts – giving: The man loves giving gifts, and while he’s usually fine handing out presents in a group, he preferers the intimacy of giving you your present alone. He’d give you a whole house if he thought he wouldn’t get in trouble for it. Instead, he’s likely to give you fine jewelry or clothes. He’s a bit like Asmo in that he adores dressing you up in items that accentuate your attractiveness. It’s also a thrill to know he’s the one who gave you the clothes that will inevitably end up strewn across his bedroom floor. If it’s immediately clear that you like the clothes/jewelry, he’ll chuckle, lean in, and whisper in your ear, “If you like it so much, wear it on our next date. I want to be the first person to see you in and out of it.” If not clothes or jewelry, he might do something more extravagant like importing some of your favorite plants to be displayed in a temporary exhibit at the Devildom botanical gardens. (so much research goes into this, too). Diavolo will invite you on a date to show you the exhibit before it opens to the public. He’d probably arrange it so you can go during off hours and enjoy the entire location by yourselves. He might also opt for sentimental gifts: photo albums, scrapbooks, or trinkets that will remind you both of some shared memory.

Gifts – receiving: Literally anything (well, almost. Don’t give him pickles or something he despises). Diavolo is too thrilled to be getting a gift from you to care about exactly what it is. That’s not to say that he doesn’t appreciate your efforts, though. Just show him that you care, and he’ll be a happy little prince. If it’s handmade or sentimental, he’ll love it – even things as small as a keychain from somewhere you visited. If Barbatos would let you, Diavolo would love to make you be his butler for a day (he would reward the thoughtful gift by being at your service all night).

Barbatos

He strikes me as a “I could do without the holidays” guy. Everything gets so busy and he has to scramble to finish up all of his work for the year – and on top of that, Diavolo’s desire to shirk his responsibilities seems to get worse this time of year. (Shit like: “Barbatos, the brothers had a snowball fight today. Do you think we –” “Did you finish that paperwork I handed you this morning?” “. . . no.” “Then, no.”)

However, your presence makes it all more bearable. He likes helping out and ensuring that everyone he cares about has a good holiday season but knowing that he can give you a good holiday brings him a unique, unmatched joy.

Barbatos will invite you to tea a few times under the guise of wanting your opinion on the party menu. If you can be trusted in the kitchen, he may even ask for your assistance – not because he needs it, though. His only need is you. His heart melts when you try his cooking and praise him. If you help with the cooking, he adores the feeling of working beside you. This man will absolutely charm you up in the kitchen: hand feeding you before kissing you to experience the flavor of the food combined with your lips, swiping sauce or icing along your skin just to lick it off, pressing his body firmly against yours while he peers over your shoulder to check your progress, and goodness all the things he could do for you while he waits for the oven timer to ding.

The quantity, quality, and variety of food this man prepares for the party should earn him head praise. For all the effort he put in, you almost wish he would do a bit more than sip at his Demonus and people-watch most of the time. He might play a few games or dance if you, Diavolo, or Luke encourage him to, but he tends to fade into the background.

Luckily, that makes it easier for him to slip away with you. He suspects that he won’t have much time, so once he gets you somewhere quiet, he makes quick work of improving your night. “You look lovely tonight, MC. I must admit, I’m quite taken with you. I’m glad you seem to be enjoying yourself. Please, allow me to make you feel even better while we have some time to ourselves.”

Luck may yet again be in his favor if he happens to get you all to himself just before midnight on New Year's Eve.

Gifts – giving: If you’re a fellow tea lover, you can expect custom tea blends from plants that Barbatos has grown himself. No doubt, they would be delicious. He may also use a bit of magic to give them a calming effect or to bring you happiness. Another likely present would be hand-made outfits. Affection swells in him when he sees you wearing something that he crafted just for you. “Oh dear, I’m afraid I’ve made a mistake. You look so enticing that I’m eager to get you out of those clothes already.” He would love to offer you his services for a day if you wanted it, but he may have to postpone that until after the New Year, when things are less hectic. In the meantime, he’s more than happy to prepare delicious meals for you.

Gifts – receiving: Barbatos is keen on more practical gifts, but he’ll appreciate a touch of sentimentality: custom kitchen knives with a sweet message engraved on it (a kitchen knife with something symbolic of love, affection, or even lust like a rose or lilac engraved on it would melt him); embroidered handkerchiefs, kitchen towels, or dust rags for him to use; human world herbs and spices; and tea blends that you created with him in mind. He’ll appreciate the thought and usefulness. Alternatively, if you just want to give him yourself, he has no complaints.

Luke

This sweet child is so hyped for the holidays. He wants to try whatever fun traditions you tell him about. That excitement is only compounded by the introduction of new seasonal foods becoming available. There are so many new sweets to try, and he can bake often with the cool winter temperatures.

He will be begging Simeon and Barbatos to teach him new recipes, and, of course, they’ll cave. Luke will be bringing you new treats every few days. When he isn’t bringing sweets to you, he’ll try to bring you to the sweets. Luke, Beel, Asmo, and Thirteen are up on many of the limited-time seasonal offers at cafés and bakeries. He’ll invite you to go with him to try something new. Sometimes he wants alone time with his parent #3 best buddy, but usually he’s happy to have Simeon, Solomon, Raphael, Beel, Barbatos, and/or Mephisto tag along (he’s fine with the others, too, but these six are his favorites).

Asks you to help decorate with him or offers to help you decorate. He has a great time making things look all festive – even if he is too short to reach some places.

Helps Simeon with the baking for the party – although he also prepares a few things on his own. Luke savors the experience of baking with his loved ones during the holidays; it seems like the cheer-bringing thing to do.

Juice, mocktails, and hot chocolate only! They’re good drinks, but the assortment was primarily prepared with Luke in mind.

He spends a lot of time playing games, singing karaoke with Levi, and eating with Beelzebub. Your son Luke is less clingy than most of the demons, but he makes sure to check in with you once in a while to ensure you’re having a good time. He’ll ask you to be on his team for games and he’ll even bring you food (especially the things he made).

Falls asleep relatively early on despite insisting he can stay up. When he wakes up before the others, he’ll start cleaning and probably prepare breakfast for everyone (because he’s the nicest son ever).

Gifts – giving: Luke would probably give you cute gifts that accidentally remind you what an adorable little angel he is. Items like plushies, matching keychains, and cute stationery are likely options. The latter would probably come with a sweet admission: “You’re always helping me study, and I’ve learned so much from you, so I thought something that made studying more fun would be a good gift.” If he has the time, he might ask Raphael, Levi, and/or Barbatos to teach him how to sew a plushie for you. He might also bake a box of assorted cookies for you (possibly more than you can even eat).

Gifts – receiving: Luke is easy to give gifts to. On the more practical end, he’d be excited to receive kitchen tools or serveware: cute animal-shaped silicone molds, cute bento boxes, a nice teacup, etc. Giving him books (I feel like fantasy, mystery novels, and cookbooks would be especially good) would also work. On a more sentimental side, getting him matching keychains or sweatshirts would have this little angel eager to show off. (Just imagine Luke in a big, cozy sweater telling Simeon, “Look, Simeon, MC gave me this sweater. They have one just like it. We match now!”) Additionally, you could compile a book of recipes for him, collecting all the recipes he’s learned and been taught since coming to the Devildom. He would cherish that so much he would keep it in a prominent spot on his bookshelf.

Simeon

Why does Simeon strike me as such a winter boy? Maybe I just think he’d look cute in cozy sweaters or baking in the kitchen? Anyway, he has a lot of fun learning about your human traditions, but he especially enjoys seeing you and Luke having a good time.

Invites you over to bake at least once before the holidays – just you and him. He’s much less outright flirtatious than Barbatos but he builds up romantic/sexual tension as if he was a smut author in his down time: his hands lingering on yours when he asks you to pass him something, brushing your arm or shoulder when he works beside you, a gentle touch on your back as he passes behind you, his warm breath as he contently hums over your shoulder at your progress, the feeling of his fingers grazing your lips when he offers you half of a cookie fresh out of the oven (that he deliberately split in half so it would be small enough for your lips to touch his hand). He won’t even kiss you while you’re in the kitchen, but he’ll leave your heart pounding. You’ll have to blame the rising heat in your face on the oven, or just tell him how you really feel, and have him drag you back to his room for a few minutes.

Helps decorate and does the second most cooking for the party, but he probably also prepares the most drinks. Simeon could make a cup of hot cocoa that would turn a bad day on its head, and he’d offer it to you with such a warm smile that you couldn’t help but smile back.

Hangs back with Barbatos, Lucifer, and Raphael during the party, but he’ll happily join in whenever you or Luke insists. He doesn’t drink much until after Luke falls asleep, but he keeps a good hold on his senses.

I wouldn’t put it past him to fake being drunk to get you alone again. If not that, he’ll ask you to get some air with him – probably (and only) in front of the ones least likely to try to tag along (Lucifer, Beel, Barbatos, Raphael, Thirteen, and Mephisto – the latter two mostly because they’d feel awkward around Simeon for that long). However, despite going out to get air, you end up more breathless than you were before.

Gifts – giving: I could see Simeon offering to be your personal chef for a week. He’d get so much joy about being your little househusband for a bit. If he happens to have a novel in the works at the time, Simeon might also present you with a signed first copy of it, only for you to find that he dedicated the book to you. Another likely gift would be jewelry – but it would probably be something matching or a custom piece (or both). This might be kind of messed up and maybe even yandere territory, but I imagine Simeon would probably burn one of his feathers and get the ashes crafted into glass or cast into resin for a custom piece (but he wouldn’t admit to doing that).

Gifts – receiving: Anything. Give him flowers and enchant them to last for a while longer than they are supposed to. He’ll think of you every day that they live and dry or press them as they begin to die so he can keep the memory of your shared holiday fresh in his mind. As far as jewelry is concerned, pendant necklaces might be a good option – probably for the same reason as Beel: keeping you close to his heart. Simeon would also appreciate quality or engraved pens. Even if he gets flustered thinking about you when using it to write, he’ll also feel encouraged to keep writing, and that will outweigh the occasional distraction. Speaking of writing, if you write him a letter splaying your heart on the page for him, he’ll be over the moon. The man just wants constant reminders of your love.

Solomon

Tries to bake for you during the holidays and must be stopped; even if he gets cute and pouty, don’t let him anywhere near the kitchen – unless he promises to just stand there and look pretty. Although, I do believe he can actually make a decent drink without killing anyone, so as a last resort, you could probably let him make you a seasonal drink. He might even be allowed to make a few drinks for the party if he promises not to cook any food while he’s preparing them.

Solomon won’t get super clingy, but he will mope around and bury himself in his studies whenever you don’t spend time with him. He’s trying to let you have your fun and freedom, but he’s so lonely, and he wants your love and attention.

Invites you over for a cuddly movie date but specifically plays holiday themed horror movies – even the truly awful ones (have you ever watched The Gingerdead Man or Jack Frost? Ridiculous trash. But he’ll throw some good ones in there, too.) He thinks movie dates are perfect for winter nights, but you should expect to stay the night, too.

If he could get away with it, he would try to invite you to the human world – in part so you might be able to celebrate some of your usual traditions (if you have any) and in part so he can get you all to himself.

He’ll be pretty chill at the party – mostly hanging back. However, Asmo will inevitably pull him into some of the fun. (He might even be feeling enough holiday cheer to give Asmo that kiss he’s been begging for all night.) Solomon would add to the party by using his magic to create beautiful visual effects (like shining, iridescent snowflakes cascading down from the ceiling). He does it as a party trick, but he would also use it to distract the others so he can steal you away for a few minutes. If you feel like you’re missing out on his magic, he’ll promise to recreate it just for you.

This little shit would definitely leave a hickey somewhere visible when he gets you alone, like he’s marking his territory. He finds it amusing sending you back to the party and stirring up chaos as everyone tries to find the culprit. If you want to make it easy for them, mark him too.

Gifts – giving: He is so soft and overprotective that he would give you enchanted jewelry that has a protection charm on it or something you could use to summon him to your side whenever you want him, even if your D.D.D. dies or something. He might also give you part of a matching set so he could subtly claim your heart in front of everyone. Solomon might also teach you a spell or potion that he concocted himself as a sign of trust and to show you that he believes you’ve progressed significantly. (He can’t get over the way your face lights up when you learn something new and interesting – when he teaches you something new.) Solomon is an incorrigible flirt, so he might give you enchanted sex toys (something that could connect to his body or that feel just like him), but he might present it as a joke, unless . . .

Gifts – receiving: Solomon would appreciate things that would further his magic research: rare herbs and flowers, magical tools and materials, rare books, etc. It means so much that you would get him something so difficult to obtain because he might be able to use it in his studies. However, he might pout a bit and wish that you had told him so he could have gone with you to get it. It would have made for an excellent date. Similarly, taking him out on a date and showering him with affection would also be wonderful. He’s also a sucker for domestic things, so giving him your homemade food or sweets would melt him – just beware: he might try to cook for you in return. Finally, at your own risk, you could offer yourself. Now that would be a present he could play with for hours on end.

Thirteen

She wants to take you to every café she can think of and share all the adorable winter- and holiday-themed sweets with you. Thirteen would even bring you seasonal drinks or snacks because she just so happened to be waiting in line (and not at all because she wanted to see you smile).

Doesn’t decorate her cave or anything unless she can make a trap to do the decorating for her. Work smart, not hard. However, she does enjoy sight-seeing and looking at decorations that pop up throughout the Devildom with you. She would hold your hand and pull you towards interesting window displays, her eyes lighting up the whole time.

She’s the most likely to be forgotten about when everyone is party prepping, which annoys her to no end, but she’ll pretend like she doesn’t care. To be fair, part of her just wants to chill at home in her cave, so she would consider not even showing up if not for you. She doesn’t need to spend her holiday with idiots, a sham of a sorcerer, and an outnumbered amount of decent people who she’d have to compete with for your affection. At least that’s what she tells herself.

In truth, she has a lot of fun. She even brings a few traps to see what gullible fools she can toy with. No one is safe except Luke. He’s just too precious for her to do that. Thirteen will also join in on the games, determined to win and show off for you. She’ll enjoy sampling all the food, and she’ll be so sweet and bring you drinks and food throughout the night.

Does Demonus work on reapers? I imagine it doesn’t, which makes the night even more entertaining for her. She’ll make note of who can hold their liquor and what they’re all like when they get drunk or tipsy. If nothing else, it’s good blackmail material.

Proactive about her need for alone time with you and gets you alone pretty early on in the night. Like Solomon, she’ll leave her mark on you, but she has the decency to mark you somewhere more inconspicuous. (Although to be honest, she also has the lack of decency to mark up your thighs and spends half of her alone time with you on her knees.)

She will probably fold and give Asmo a kiss on the cheek. It’s a holiday after all. (But if she kissed him on the lips, I can just imagine him commenting on how she tastes like you. Sorry. Throw me in the trash.)

Gifts – giving: Thirteen would give you strange traps and gadgets she made herself. Although most of her traps are designed to prank people, she might actually decide to make you something more practical. (She could probably build a functioning cuckoo clock if she wanted). Thirteen might also surprise you with date reservations at a nice café – possibly one that’s outside of the city so she has an excuse to steal you for an entire day. Other than that, she would probably give you clothes, especially cozy sweaters, shirts, or cardigans that she will inevitably steal from you. She’s the most likely to give you your present in front of everyone.

Gifts – receiving: She would be content with strange gadgets you found. Thirteen could spend hours taking them apart, putting them back together, and figuring out how to replicate their actions. Sweets gift baskets are another good option, especially if you can bake and you fill them with homemade desserts. Thirteen would be happy with jewelry (primarily necklaces). She would adore those skull-shaped carved pearl necklaces. They suit her so well. Last but not least, give her yourself. Seriously, even a symbolic gesture, like couples’ items while you tell her, “I’m yours: my soul, my body, my heart. I’m all yours,” will have her heart pounding.

Raphael

He doesn’t have the emotional expression range to match the other angels’ joy, but a gentle smile will grace his lips when he finds you baking in the kitchen with Luke and Simeon.

If you want a date with him around the holidays, you’re probably going to have to ask. He just assumes you’re too busy for a date with all the party planning, so he doesn’t bother asking. He might stubble across you while he’s shopping and just tag along with you until you’re done with whatever you’re doing. He’ll even buy you a meal if it means he can keep you to himself for a while longer. A warm smile will find his face when he sees you enjoying your time out with him.

Raphael doesn’t decorate, but if someone asked, he would sew holiday-themed outfits for them. It would be fun for him, at least.

The wallflower whose vines are so tangled and cling to the wall so strongly that you can barely get him to join in on any activities. He mostly just leans back against the wall, sipping at his Demonus and observing the others. He might chat with a few of the tamer people or play a chill game of cards or chess.

He finds it easy to sneak you into some quiet hallway or empty room (he doesn’t even care if that room belongs to someone else) and make out with you. He probably drags you off somewhere because he got jealous after watching you enjoy yourself around the others, but he’ll claim he just got bored and wanted to mess around.

Pulls you closer than necessary when you spend time talking to him – especially in front of Diavolo or Lucifer. He does it by grabbing you by the thigh or waist.

Eventually drinks himself to sleep relatively late into the night. Falls asleep in a really weird, uncomfortable position (slumped over in a chair or couch, sitting on the floor with his back still against the wall, or using his arms as a pillow on a table).

Gifts – giving: Usually pretty bad at buying gifts, but he’ll give you nice, sewed items that he made for you – usually plushies or warm sweaters/outerwear. He likes making plushies for you because he knows you’ll look at it and hug it while thinking of him. When he can’t be with you, it’s a comfort to him to know that you’ll have the plushie. As for sweaters or outerwear, he thinks you look adorable in cozy clothes and layers (but he’ll never say that). Raphael never thought he would enjoy giving a gift as much as he does when your face lights up and you thank him for your present. He stifles his cuteness aggression so hard, but he desperately wants to pull you into his arms and bite you. Also, he probably blesses whatever he gives you.

Gifts – receiving: Even though someone told him that giving gifts was a common tradition during the holidays, he didn’t expect you to get a present for him. He would love fabric and sewing supplies. He finds it sweet that you’re supporting one of his favorite hobbies. It lets him know that you care. Raphael would also be pleased with gift baskets containing strong-flavored foods: super spicy hot sauces, extra sour candy, bitter snacks, Solomon’s cooking, etc. Lastly, he would be pleasantly surprised if you set up dates as a gift.

Mephistopheles

Only cares about the holidays because Diavolo seems so into it. It at least makes for some interesting newspaper content, though. Likely the second to last to get an invitation to the party – but it comes from Diavolo, so he doesn’t mind too much. He isn’t thrilled to be spending a holiday around Lucifer and his brothers, but if it means spending the holiday with you, he’ll come along. Once Satan invites him to join in on his and Belphie’s prank plans for Lucifer, he starts to look forward to the party a bit more. He’d be thrilled to see Lucifer embarrass himself in front of you and Lord Diavolo.

Uses his stalker journalistic skills to find you on days off and escort you around town while you go about your business. He might show you around if he has any insight into seasonal attractions that he thinks you’ll enjoy. Mephisto, then, invites you for a meal or a drink or back to his place. He’s such a gentleman when he wants to be, and he’ll help you carry things home or get you a ride.

He brings a few rather expensive bottles of Demonus with him, and almost gets kissed by Asmo for it, too. Mammon will throw an arm around him and thank him in a way that somehow annoys Mephisto more than if Mammon hadn’t said anything at all.

He hopes that at least one of the pranks he helped Satan and Belphie with will work, so he keeps an eye on Lucifer throughout the party, anticipating his humiliation. However, his eyes still seem to be trained on you. He follows your every move. Even when he’s talking to Diavolo, he still finds a second to follow your figure.

The only ballsy mf who steals you away multiple times throughout the night. It’s partly because he’s jealous, and partly because he wants you too much to hold back (and it scratches his exhibitionist kink), but he’s cautious until after he’s certain that Luke has gone to bed. After that, all bets are off. He’ll be all over you just behind a pillar in an open hallway – with barely enough room to obscure you and some of his body.

Gifts – giving: Sorry to be back on this foot fetish Mephisto HC but Shoes. Whatever style you’re into, he will get the perfect shoe designed for you. I’m talking more than one person is involved with the design and creation of these shoes. They will be custom made. You will not be able to find them in even the fanciest shops. They’ll be incredibly comfortable, too. If you are able to walk comfortably, they’ll probably include at least a slight platform or heel. He will even drop to one knee and offer to put them on for you. Additionally, he would make some kind of affectionate gesture while he’s down there (probably grabs your calf and brings his lips to your shin or thigh – depending on your height, mostly). Perhaps needless to say, he’s on the “gives gifts in private” team. Mephisto might also present you with jewelry: necklaces, bracelets, and for obvious reasons anklets. No surprises here, but it’s for similar possessive reasons as some of the others.

Gifts – receiving: If you can procure a bottle of Demonus that this man has not managed to get his hands on, not only will he be impressed, but he’ll be so delighted that he will kiss you on the spot and want to try the bottle with you right away. Other than that, you could flip the script and buy him shoes. He’ll be a mess, his cheeks hot and flushed, as you help him slip them on. You could also get him a custom cane. Mephisto probably wouldn’t use it daily though. Adorably, he would designate it for special occasions just because you gave it to him. I’m half joking, but collar him, please. Just imagine his precious face when you tighten the collar around his neck and pet his head and maybe attach the collar to a leash. “Are you trying to claim me?” “You mean I don’t already own you, Mephisto?” “. . . is the door locked?”

A/N: Congratulations on making it all the way down here. Hi. Anyway. I'm going to extend requests for the 1 year flash request event (more details here) for at least another day since I only have 3 requests so far, which is a bit of a bummer, but I'll still be starting with SFW stuff tomorrow. Please feel free to join if you feel like getting a short request. (Also, for real, the past few months/years? have been just bad globally, so I figure it might be nice to write some stuff that might make people feel something good for a while.)

[hersterical]

Being the change I want to see in the world by posting Faith and Angel friendship/sibling headcanons (ignoring the comics cause I’ve never read them and some of the parts of ats that I don’t like):

Barring apocalyptic or other comparable season finale-esque events, Angel would call her in the prison every single week without fail

Faith is embarrassed by this in the same way a teenager is embarrassed when their friends find out that they have parents who love them

Every single one of these phone calls begins with a long, awkward silence as both of these losers struggle to find something to talk about. Eventually these long pauses become comforting to both of them

What they usually end up talking about (other than the progress of Faith’s redemption arc) is Angel venting about the annoying/mildly uncomfortable things he had to do during a job (the guy could literally be stranded in a hell dimension and what he spends the most time talking about is how itchy the clothes were) while Faith keeps him updated on the petty relationship/political drama happening around her like it’s a soap opera

After everything goes down and they have the occasional time to hang out, their time together is almost always spent watching their guilty pleasure chick flicks. Angel prefers the more serious, tragic, tear jerkers while Faith is more into rom-coms. They’ve sworn to never reveal this to anyone ever

A viewing of But I’m a Cheerleader leads to their first in depth discussion of both of their love lives.

Spike worked his way into a movie night once and they ended up watching Rocky Horror Picture Show. Angel refuses to admit that he loves it just as much as the other two did

Angel and Faith occasionally patrol for vamps and other demons at night clubs. On nights with less demonic activity they end up spending a lot of time people watching. Sometimes they’re petty and judgey and sometimes they try to get the other to break by telling the most ridiculous backstory possible while still maintaining a dry delivery

Whenever Faith is traveling she’ll send Angel a postcard. She’ll also occasionally call him. Faith claims to hate all of his worrying and mother-henning but secretly loves it. Angel doesn’t call her because she always forgets to give him her phone number

If Faith goes for more than a month or two with no contact then Angel will contact one of the scoobies so he can be not mad, just disappointed with her for worrying him. He’ll avoid contacting Buffy about Faith because the dynamics between all of them are still kind of weird even though she’s the one most likely to know where Faith is at any time

Angel is unaware that he’s dating both Cordy and Spike until Faith asks him about it

All of Faith’s singing abilities fly out the window whenever she’s hanging out with Angel and his gang

Lorne and Gunn make occasional cracks about how it makes sense that Faith and Angel get along, considering their names. The only ones who find these jokes funny are Lorne, Gunn, and Fred

Eventually Faith begins to show some small signs of aging. The only acknowledgment this receives is a silent, bittersweet smile shared between the two of them because who ever thought that they’d be alive long enough for Faith to show signs of aging? and Angel will never have the chance to grow old

They tend to forget to hold back with each other whenever they spar. This is both a source of concern and entertainment to the different members of the Fang Gang

Angel gets into the habit of fondly messing up Faith’s hair as a sign of affection. In return, Faith punches him in the arm or chest hard enough that no one else, not even a fellow slayer, would consider it to be playful. This is the most reliable way anyone has found to make him laugh

Angel has yet to approve of anyone Faith has dated and will occasionally try to convince her to at least try to ask out Buffy. Those conversations usually end in an impromptu sparring session

They both order huge meals when they go to their favorite 24-hour diner after patrolling or working a case together where Angel will then give Faith all of his food. There’s a demon friendly butcher not too far away that they usually hit up for blood anyway since the owner is still grateful that Angel helped them out one time

They. Are. Siblings.

[thesweetnessofspring]

Trick or Treat!!!

Prompt: Katniss and Peeta trying to have their first Halloween post-rebellion.

(Could be moodboars, drabble, headcanons, etc..) 🧡🖤🧡

I don't think Panem (or at least D12) have Halloween, but I have a little something for Everlark in their first autumn post-rebellion.

First, some music for ya:

Our bedroom has gotten colder these past few weeks, but we don't shut the window. Peeta emanates enough heat to keep us warm under our blankets. When my nose gets cold, I bury my head into his neck and warm up right against his skin.

This morning, my nose buried between his neck and our pillow, I'm between the place of a rare pleasant dream and the grounded reality of Peeta's arms around me. And something in me is so grateful for him, I give him a kiss on his collarbone.

He stirs under me and asks in his deep, groggy morning voice, "Katniss?"

I hadn't thought of him feeling the kiss and I wonder if I should be self-conscious of what I just did. We've been sharing a bed since the start of summer, but we hadn't kissed one another yet. A lot holding each other, hands wiping away tears, but nothing to give way to what we had been that night on the beach.

I pull back and hope not to talk about it. Even hope that maybe he'll question if it was his own pleasant dream.

"I have a surprise for you," I say. "But you have to get up and get dressed."

"What's the surprise?" he asks.

"That's not how surprises work," I say as I pull back the covers and sit up. "Get dressed. Sturdy shoes and warm."

He doesn't ask any more questions as he goes to the closet to pick out his clothes while I go to the bathroom to change into mine. From there, I go to the kitchen and prepare two thermoses of hot tea, one with a spoonful of sugar and one unsweetened. I'd prepared both of our bags the night before and give Peeta his.

Outside, our hands automatically find one another as we walk in the dark autumn morning. The rest of the district continues to sleep, the skeletons of buildings in the middle of their construction waiting for the workers to return.

We walk past the Seam, past the meadow, and past the apple trees we'd spent last week gathering to make apple fritters. The palest sunbeams filter through the forest's trees, dark pines and autumnal oak.

Peeta's grip tightens. "You're bringing me in here?"

"It's safe," I say. "I'll make sure you stay safe."

"It's not that," he says. "I guess I've always thought of this as your place. Yours and...his."

"It's anyone's who wants it to be theirs now," I say. "And I want to show it to you."

He acquiesces and follows me into the forest. I keep an eye on him. Even without a fence or Peacekeepers enforcing the perimeter, few people have braved the woods. Yet Peeta takes it all in with round, awed eyes. Sometimes I can sense he wants to stop and pause, but I keep us moving until we reach the rock ledge looking out to the crests of mountains and the spine of the valley below. The sun has illuminated the land with morning honey light, filtering through a distant mist. It is a dappled mixture of deep green pine trees, yellow-leaved birches, orange-leaved oaks.

I've seen it every fall for years, so instead I take in Peeta's face as he faces a scenery entirely new to him. Yesterday he'd been admiring a single leaf from the oak tree at the entrance of Victors Village and I knew then he had to see this place of unimaginable, untouched beauty, blooming with the season's colors. And he doesn't disappoint. A long puff of a cloud emerges from his lips parted in wonder and the corners of his mouth peak up.

"This is beautiful," he says.

"I put your travelling paints in your backpack," I say. "In case you want to paint it."

"I most definitely do."

I get out the food I'd packed in my bag while Peeta prepares his watercolors and paper and gets to working. I've divided up the breakfast of raisin bread, candied pecans, and apples onto two plates but I've finished all of mine before Peeta looks up from his colors to nibble on his own. I sip my tea and simply watch the sun rise over the ridges and Peeta's hands dabble color onto his paper.

When he's finished he sets it aside to dry a little as he finishes his breakfast and sits back.

"I'd seen these colors on the mountains around us, but I could never imagine what it'd be like to look down on them," Peeta says.

"There's still a lot of beauty for us to see," I say.

"I don't know what I could possibly show you," he says.

I think of what I can't put into words. Hope. Light. Warmth. The beauty Peeta gives me every day is so much more precious than this view, even if it's all I have to offer him in return.

Instead, I lean forward and kiss him on the cheek so he knows this isn't a dream.

[orions-choker]

+:★:+* Chapter Seven: Welcome Home +:★:+*

It was decidedly depression, that's what her friends told her. Y/N was no stranger to depression but this felt different. There was no perpetual sadness, just a heavy fatigue both physical and mental. Her whole world seemed distorted by a murky gray veil.

James had made her stick out the rest of the tour with them, too worried to not have her within his sight at all times. She made little effort to protest. She was sure it was just the cold weather getting to her, making her tired. She would feel better when the sun reared its head for her again.

She hadn’t moved from her bed in a couple days now, occasionally sitting up to rewind her tape and keep the tv perpetually playing. She wasn’t hungry enough to get off the bus either as much as the boys tried. They had been kind enough to bring her leftovers. Most of them anyways. Kirk hadn’t spoken to her since her drunken rant.

A gentle knock against her door barely stirred her. Her head rolled from one side of her pillow to the other, eyes locked on the door. She sighed before calling out. “Come in.” Her voice was raspy and dry. Slowly it slid open, a streak of light illuminating a spot on her floor. She hadn’t realized how dark the room was.

“Hey sunshine, want to come watch the show tonight?” Her brother's face peaked in the room. The nickname seemed comical now. It was kind he asked her this despite her consistent refusal. James stepped in the room, shutting the door behind him and sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked rough too, his facial hair was growing in, it was unusual to see him like that.

Y/N hummed before shaking her head. “No thank you, I don't think I'm ready tonight.” It was her excuse every time. “I don’t feel good.” She turned away from him once more to avoid his disappointed expression.

James' heavy hand came to rest on her thigh through her thick blanket. “Y/N…” He trailed off gruffly. “Why don’t you get up and shower, you might feel better.” He prompted her hopefully. She was acutely aware of just how greasy her hair was at the moment, the long strands tangled into rats nests, probably matts. She really needed that haircut. “Honestly, it's not a request.” The sternness in his voice surprised her. “You don’t have to come to the show if you decide you still don’t want to but you can’t rot away.”

“I’m not rotting.” Y/N bit back at him with the last of her energy. Reluctantly she shuffled from beneath her covers, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. The floor was cold against her bare feet and she hissed. James was quick to help her up, her legs shaky after weeks of not being used. She leaned on him as he pushed her door open.

It was the first time she was exposed to the rest of the bus since they boarded once more. This one had a different set up, the shared bathroom no longer resided outside her door, no it was on the opposite end of the bus. She would have to parade her pathetic state in front of the others. She almost stopped walking at the thought.

The two siblings entered the living area, the warm cracklings of laughter died at the sight of her. Typical, she thought. She brought down the mood of any room she was in lately. She refused to look at them, keeping her eyes trained on the floor as she shuffled forward. “Can you bring me clean clothes?” She sighed defeated as she entered the small bathroom.

Her brother nodded at her, closing the door behind him leaving her alone. She turned to the mirror hesitantly. Okay maybe she was rotting. Her skin was almost translucent, save for the deep purple bags beneath her glassy red eyes. Her lips were chapped and dusty. Her hair was just as bad as she thought though, there would be a lot of detangling necessary to fix this. Quickly she turned away from the zombie that stared back at her and started the shower.

As she removed her old and frankly smelly pajamas she noticed how loosely they hung off her frame. She sighed at the sorry state she was in and stepped under the warm stream. It took an insane amount of scrubbing her skin to get rid of the grimy feeling. Her skin was raw and red by the end of it. Half a bottle of conditioner later and some rather large chunks of hair in her brush had her mane tamed. She wasn’t sure how long she had been standing there for but the water had run cold now. Begrudgingly she admitted she felt better.

Set aside for her on the counter were real clothes. James the cheeky bastard had brought her actual jeans and a shirt rather than the pajamas she had been living in. She noticed her old pile of clothes on the floor had been removed as well. She smiled ever so slightly at the sweet gesture.

There was more warmth to her skin now, her hair smooth and shiny once more. It did little for her other shortcomings though. She hardly looked normal. Stepping back into the living room she couldn’t avoid the prying sets of eyes looking at her now. “Feel better?” James’s voice sounded from beside her. She couldn’t look away from Kirk, his big eyes swimming with worry as he looked at her. It was almost infuriating.

Y/N picked at her fingers awkwardly. “Yeah,” She mumbled, her head dropping allowing her to be concealed by her hair like a curtain. “I’ll come…to the show tonight.” She sighed begrudgingly, knowing that was truly what James had been asking her.

Lars’s arms around her caused her to screech in shock, With surprising strength he picked her up in a bear hug. “There's my girl.” He shook her with an excited aggression. She could smell the booze on his breath as well. “Enough of this moping around shit.” He grinned as he let go of her.

Her smile didn’t reach her eyes as she nodded at him. She moved to sit on the far side of the couch, Jason serving as the barrier between her and Kirk. She pulled her knees up to her chest as she curled into a ball. Jason smiled down softly at her offering her a sip of his water. She accepted gratefully. As the cool liquid swirled past her lips she realized how long it had been since she drank anything.

Like a deprived animal she crushed the bottle, gasping for air as she finished it. Jason stared at her mouth agape. She smiled sheepishly at him. “Sorry, I...needed that, let me get you another one.” She offered, moving to stand once more.

Quickly he placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, shaking his head with kind eyes. “No it’s fine I’ll get us some more.” His voice was soft against her ears, unlike her brother's growls and Lars’s yelling. As Jason stood up, Y/N glanced towards Kirk. His eyes were trained on her, mouth opening and closing as if he wanted to say something. Suddenly a cold bottle was pressed into her hands once more. She smiled up at the other, taking small sips now as he sat back down.

“Thank you.” She whispered to the other, resting her head against the back of the couch. She watched from the corner of her eye as Kirk and Jason picked up their conversation from earlier. She envied their closeness, in her absence it was apparent they had become a duo. The way Kirk’s arm wrapped around his shoulder, Jason's slightly deeper laugh echoing off the walls of the bus. She wanted that, wanted to be a part of it. She didn’t ignore the way Jason seemed to stumble just a bit over his words around Kirk either.

Y/N frowned and looked away, instead casting her glance to her brother and Lars. It seemed empty, just the two of them sitting there. She didn’t want to think too hard about the missing presence. James seemed more tense around Lars lately and it made her think maybe best friends were never meant to last.

“Alright fuckers lets roll out.” James startled her a little as he stood up from the table, walking towards the door of the bus. Quickly Y/N gathered her bag, ensuring she had her sketchbook tucked away beside her. She trailed behind, the last to step off and on to the road. The cool winds of the Canadian winter chilled her skin. An involuntary shiver ran across her spine.

There was a sudden heaviness around her shoulders. She looked up in surprise, seeing Jason placing his leather jacket around her, leaving him with bare arms in nothing but a tank top. “I’m okay Jase you need this more.” She protested, moving to shrug it off her shoulders before he stopped her with a firm grip.

“I’m good Y/N, y’know the last thing we need is you getting sick.” Jason smiled lazily at her as he slowed his pace to walk beside her. “How are you doin?” He asked her softly, shoving his hands deep in the pockets of his jeans.

She couldn’t help the way her eyes drifted ahead to Kirk, watching his long dark curls bounce excitedly as they entered the back doors to the gig. “Oh, Y’know…” She trailed off stopping just short of the threshold. She took a deep breath, the cold air burning her lungs.

Jason’s sympathetic nod did little to comfort her. “Yeah I think I know.” He looked off towards the boys. “Did you guys break up? If you uh don't mind me asking.” She could tell he had been waiting to ask that question.

“No.” She smiled sadly. “We were never a thing…like that.” She ignored the surprised raise of Jason’s eyebrows. “I love him though…loved him? I don’t know, he's my best friend.” She watched longingly as Kirk hung the strap of his guitar across his neck. She didn’t know why she was telling Jason all this, maybe it was easier, he didn’t know them back when they were good. “After Cliff…everyone fell apart, I just thought me and him were stronger than that.”

A warmth flooded her body as she was tugged into Jason's side. It was unfamiliar the feeling of his arms around her, but not unpleasant. She returned the gesture “Grief does shitty things to people.” He pulled back to look at her, really truly look at her. His eyes seemed to bore into the very core of her being. She was seen in a way she hadn’t been in a long time. She felt small, and scared tears welling up in her eyes as she looked back. “You guys are gonna be okay.” He assured her.

For whatever reason Y/N was inclined to agree with him, for the first time in a while the room seemed just a bit lighter, a bit more vibrant as he smiled down at her. She got it now, the reason Kirk gravitated towards Jason over her. He was the embodiment of comfort. How could she ever blame him for being close to Kirk. “Thanks Jase.” She mumbled, wiping at her watery eyes with the heel of her palm. “Kick ass out there tonight, kay?”

Her head turned towards Kirk as he took a sip from his drink, placing it down and moving to the side stage, waiting to go on. Without thinking she moved forward, talking long strides towards him and grasping onto his hand. He turned to her, eyes wild and mouth slightly agape. Y/N crashed forward into him, uncaring of the guitar separating them. His arms came to wrap around her instantly, surprising her with the force of his grip on her.

They stayed like that, silently for a long moment before the thrum of the opening music rumbled under their feet. “Don’t let go yet.” Kirk whispered into her ear, fingers tightening against the leather of Jason's jacket still slung across her back.

“You gotta go play, I'll be right here waiting for you, Like I always should have been.” Y/N’s lip wobbled as she spoke. It was her fault too, for not being here.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

[moobell55]

"Are you wearing my shirt?"

~An Evajacks smut I've been working up for some time, Smutty but also very Fluffy, He just really loves her, I made this for Valentine's day~

18+ -Smut Ahead, all characters are the age of consent in this-

It was a quiet evening in The Hollow as a light rain poured onto the roof top, filling the air with the scent of fresh rain. The sun had set only an hour ago but the darkness of the North cast away any remaining light from the sky.

Evangeline had retired to their shared bedroom not too long ago, stating that it was a "Hair washing night" and she needed time to do it properly.

Jacks wasn't sure what that meant entirely, but nerveless he kissed her before whispering a quick I love you into her thoughts. She looked disappointed when he didn't follow her up the stairs.

He wasn't really sure why she looked disappointed, after all having him in the same space as her when she was naked would prove a distraction for Jacks. They've been living together for weeks, sharing each other's company, cuddling to their hearts content, and proving the most trouble for Jacks was sleeping in the same bed together.

They'd not yet bedded each other yet, he didn't want to push her into something she didn't want yet. They weren't yet married, despite sleeping in the same bed and sharing many heated kisses and touches.

But that was all they ever shared as Jacks often pulled away before anything moved under her clothes. He didn't want to rush her or pressure his sweet Evangeline to lay with him simply because he couldn't control his lust.

He wanted her, wanted her love, her time, her kindness, her kisses and her body all for himself. He could wait a lifetime without having her simply to be in her existence everyday of his mortal life.

Oh how he loved her, the only good thing is his long immortal life. As he sat there thinking about his Little Fox, a sweet voice caressed the corners of his mind.

Jacks, come to bed I miss you already.

A smile grew across his shape face at her sweet words.

Of course my Love, I'll be right there Little Fox.

A laugh sounded through his head, one he could sense anywhere.

Hurry, I have something I want to show you.

He sat up and began making his way through the long wooden corridors of The Hollow.

Does my Little Fox have a surprise for me?

Another warm laugh traveled through his mind as he at last caught sight of their bedroom door; it was a simple door made of spruce wood, and had a lock that didn't actually lock.

You'll just have to open the door and see my Prince.

Opening the door Jacks was met with a sight sweeter than any Apple he'd ever tasted, one he couldn't quite believe for himself.

Evangeline was naked, well not naked but the cloth barely covering her breasts hardly counted, and the sorry excuse for undergarments that didn't cover much of anything. A familiar blue shirt caught his eyes, from where it sat on her shoulders.

"Are you wearing my shirt?" Seemed to be the only possible thought his mind could conquer, in the sight of so much of her soft flesh being exposed.

She raised a brow and spit out a chuckle, and pulled her face into a smirk, a look rarely seen from his Little Fox.

He watched as she sat up on the bed, her cleavage even more on display and on the verge of threatening to spill out of the lacy blue and gold bra.

Her smirk concerned Jacks, "Why Yes love, I found it lying around and decided it looked more comfortable than a nightgown."

His mind was not working, centuries of scheming must've worn him down; or truly it was the sight of the half (more like 3/4) naked love of his life before him. His eyes zoned in on the softness of her thighs, taking in every inch of the soft, rosy exposed skin that he could.

Without drawing his eyes away he spoke, breathless, "Is there any reason for all of this?"

Evangeline huffed out a laugh and his eyes snapped to the rise and fall of her breasts.

"Well Love, I've been trying to seduce you for the past week but nothing seems to be working," her tone was full of mock annoyment.

"Oh," seemed to be the only thing he could think of.

She laughed, "That's why the nightgowns have been getting shorter, but since you didn't notice I took matters into my own hands."

Her words bought his eyes away from her chest and back to her face.

"That's why you've been wearing those? I thought it was because they looked more comfortable."

She simply smiled and patted the bed next to her, becoming him forward. His feet seemed to move on their own as the next thing he knew their thighs were touching as he sat next to her on the bed. His spot next to her let him feel the pure heat radiating off her body, and also provided him a rather lovely viewpoint of her breasts.

Carefully she took his chilled hands in hers and held them in her lap. A lovely blush had risen on her cheeks, a blush that he wanted to kiss all the way across her body.

"I've been wearing them in hopes that you would take my message," her tone sounded almost bashful. So different from her previous demeanor.

It was his turn to go back to his normal snarky and teasing self.

"And what message would that be my sweet Vixen?" Lifting a golden brow in a mock challenge against her.

Suddenly that previous bold spark in her returned, a scheming look appearing in her sapphire eyes that sent his body aflame. Quickly she moved her hand against his clothed chest, running her hand over the hard panes of his chest while bringing her mouth to his ear.

Hot breath fanned his neck, "Well I've been waiting for you to fuck me, but it seems you're so old you must've forgotten how." As she pulled away she bit the corner of his ear and tugged at it, just how he often did to her.

A growl left his lips and she did nothing but smile, and remove her hands from his chest.

However she didn't stay off of him for long, her arms moved to push him back against the bed then carefully made her way to the buttons of his shirt. She perched herself on his thighs and took his shirt in hand, examining the buttons before ripping his shirt right down the middle. She smiled and ran her hands over the panes of his now exposed chest.

"You told me once that everyone should have their clothes ripped off sometime," desire coated her voice.

His hands moved to her hips and pulled her down to his level, hearing every little movement of her rapidly beating heart. He felt his lust for her begin to overwhelm his thoughts, and he surly knew she could feel him hard beneath her.

Rose Gold strands of hair fell down around their faces creating a certain with just the two of them hidden beneath.

A lustful smile covered his face, "In that case I'm going to rip these off you then," his hands quickly grabbed her rather full behind and gave it a squeeze.

She let out a small shriek and fell onto his chest, giving Jacks the chance to begin sucking on the exposed skin of her collarbone down to the tops of her breasts. Red and purple marks were left in the wake of his lips, painting a clear path to where they were headed.

He pulled away briefly and met her eyes asking permission.

Go ahead, please I've been waiting long enough for you, her voice sent chills across his mind and his growing desire only burned hotter.

He carefully moved his hands to cup her clothed breasts, they filled his hands almost completely; which was perfect in his opinion as it made them easier to squeeze. Carefully he felt the weight of them as he ran his thumbs over the tops, kneaded them back and forth between his cold hands.

Watching every move Evangeline's face contorted into as he played with them, hearing the quiet moans that slipped from her lips every time he gave a small squeeze.

His hands traveled to the middle of the lace, and with a firm tug it ripped right in half. Giving him a perfect view of them as they hung in front of his face.

She watched as he licked his lips like a man starved, as his hands quickly returned to her breasts. This time he focused on her rosy nipples, drawing circles of them and giving them firm tugs that had her fighting moans. He gave a firm pinch to them and the moan that slipped out caused his hardened cock to twitch in his pants. A whimper left her lips from where she felt it against her drenched, still clothed core.

He ground his hips into her from below and the friction causes her to practically fall on top of him. Giving him the perfect opportunity to lick a strip up the middle of her breasts, which his face now rested between. She cried out and his heated gaze met hers, a smell look of worry on her face.

“Evangeline? Is this all right?”

A nervous smile come over her face, and she sat upright on his lap so her breasts were no longer in his face.

“I don’t want to accidentally suffocate you,” she was unable to meet his eyes as she spoke.

A boisterous laugh left him, he was unable to help himself despite the growing look of anger on her face.

He licked his lips, “I’d be quite happy with being suffocated with your breasts; in fact I’d enjoy if even more if you sat on my face. I think you thighs would cause me a very lovely death.”

He didn’t sound like he was kidding from the look on his face. In fact he looked rather happy to be thinking about the thigh of dying because of her thighs.

A surprised look covered her face, “I see you’ve thought a lot about this.”

A chuckle left his lips, and he said nothing and just pulled her back down onto him. His long fingers once again finding hold on the soft skin of her chest. Using his knees her pushed apart her legs further so she was positioned right above his clothed member.

"I dreamed of it more like. You're a very hard person to fall asleep next to, and its not because you love stealing all the blankets despite being a furnace." He squeezed her breasts as he spoke, seemingly doing it with no thought. "It's because when we cuddle you love to push that lovely behind of yours right against my crotch, makes it rather hard to sleep when I'm hard as a rock behind you."

A bright red blush covered her cheeks, not from embarrassment but from the pure desire that filled his tone.

"So yes, I would say that I think about it quite often," golden strands of hair framed his sharp face and Evangeline felt as if it put her under a spell.

Her hands moved to his gilded locks, intertwining with the soft strands as a low groan slipped from him. Only a devil could have hair as perfect as Jacks, well only a devil could be as eye appeasing as he was.

"Do you like it when I play with your hair?" Evangeline knew the answer but she wanted to know if he liked it when she would pull and tug at it.

Smirking he pinched her nipples suddenly, causing both a cry to form and her to tug at his blond locks. At the pain his eyes rolled partly back into his head and a loud gasp of pleasure to fill the room.

With a lazy grin he flipped them over on the bed, his strong hands left her breasts to rest gently on her waist. He was propped up on his elbows to keep his weight off her, she moved her hands to rest them against his muscled back.

Evangeline rather liked the feel of him on top of her, the glow of the firelight making his hair shimmer in the dark of their room.

"Evangeline." His voice held a question.

"Yes my love?"

Cool circles were being rubbed into the exposed flesh of her thighs, sending tingles throughout her over sensitive body. Jacks icy blue eyes were glowing, something that wasn't usual for him but Evangeline felt as if she'd never truly get used to it.

His hands stopped their movements as he seemed to gather the words of what he was trying to say.

"Evangeline may I taste you?"

She felt her bravery fall away at his strange question, not knowing what he was even trying to imply.

Hesitating, "I'm sorry, taste me? What do you mean by wanting to taste me?"

It was his turn to look bashful but his courage didn't falter.

Smiling, "Well when a man loves a woman very much, he'll often be inclined to pleasure her in any way possible, including licking and sucking that sweet cunt of yours."

Evangeline cheeks have never been brighter in her life, she was sure of it; but his words filled her with a new kind of desire for exploration.

His cool fingers resumed rubbing her thighs, traveling close to her clothed center.

Evangeline was certainly curious about his desire to taste her, not quite understanding the appeal but eager to try. She spread her legs wider giving him room to move his body down between her thighs.

Gazing up from where he rested between her warm thighs he carefully ran a finger over her soaked panties. His eyes met her asking for permission and she could do nothing but nod, letting him continue.

He took her panties in his grasp and with a firm tug the thin lace ripped off of her. Leaving Evangeline complete bare before him except for the shirt that hung over her shoulders.

Instantly his frigid fingers met her overly hot core and Evangeline bucked her hips towards him at the delicious touch. He did nothing but smile and repeated the motion, this time gathering her dripping wetness onto his fingers then hastily popping them into his mouth.

She couldn't help the gasp that left as she watched his face contort in pleasure as he tasted her juices. He cleaned his fingers quickly before returning his hands to her hips, spreading her wider before him.

His hot breath fanned her drench cunt before it was quickly replaced with his mouth and tongue. He began licking the length of her cunt, licking up her juices like a man starved for eternity.

As he worked her over with his tongue she moved her hands to his locks and pulled them tighter every time his tongue collided with her clit. Her body felt if it was on fire and the only possible way to put it out was from the coolness of his frantic tongue.

Pressure was building inside her body as he worked her, it felt as if she was walking a thin tightrope in between this world and whatever form of Heaven would allow Jacks in.

When her peak became closer Jacks removed a hand from her thigh and quickly slipped in finger. Listening as she cried out at the intrusion, her body quickly welcomed the long digit as he began curling it inside her shaking cunt.

Bucking her hips against his face now running with her juices, she could do nothing but grip his hair as Jacks fucked her with his tongue and fingers. Quickly she was approaching that edge she been craving for weeks.

Catching her off guard he added another finger and began scissoring her cunt as his tongue sucked her throbbing clit into his mouth. The feel of his long, cold fingers in her too hot cunt added to the frenzy of her movements against his face. Jacks knew her peak was near.

With a thrust of his fingers she came apart from his tongue as he licked her through her peak. Evangeline pulled his hair and squeezed his head between her thighs as her moans filled the darkness of their bedroom.

As she came down he gave gentle licks to her throbbing cunt before at last pulling away. Her juices ran down the length of his face, coating him with a shine that she had the sudden denier to lick off of his face.

Breathlessly she beckoned him up towards her face, where they hastily collided their lips together. The pair moaned as she tasted her own sweetness on his lips, unable to get enough of the taste.

His Lips were the sweetest thing she'd ever tasted before now, but with their combined taste she knew nothing would ever compare. With kiss bitten lips they pulled away from each, sweat covering both of them from their antic.

He looked almost drunk from the taste of her as he at last spoke.

"You have two delicious pairs of lips for kissing, and I'm going to be spending a lot more time getting antiquated with the sweet lips of your cunt." His words sent another wave of wetness to her thighs.

Letting out a huff she turned to place a kiss against his cheek.

"I'd be rather fine with that, I have no plans on my agenda for tomorrow morning if you'd like to further meet them," she said slyly.

Jacks grinned, showing off the dimples she loved so much.

"So my lady wishes to be woken up with my mouth feasting on her cunt yet again, I think I can arrange that," he was a devil, a lovely one, but a devil neverless.

She rolled her eyes and moved her hands to the buttons of his black trousers, carefully undoing the buttons as he watched her work.

He pulled them down his hips and threw them somewhere in their shared bathroom. Gold hair dusted his legs, enhancing the cords of muscles in his lean body.

Tenderly she ran a hand up one of his legs, clear to the inside of his well built thighs.

"You talk about how perfect my legs are, but yours look as if they were carved from a block of marble."

He chuckled darkly, "If you think my legs are perfect you should see my cock."

Challenging his tone she moved her hand to the waist band and began yanking them over his hips. His cock sprung free and Evangeline refrained from letting out a gasp, knowing it'd only fill his massive ego more. Evangeline had never seen anyone cock before this, but she knew they usually weren't this large.

Truly she doubted if he would fit but she was thrilled with the excitement that he'd soon be filling her aching cunt.

Gesturing down at himself, "Is my cock fitting to my future wife's liking?"

Rolling her eyes she ran her fingers over the red tip of him, watching as droplets began forming at the tip.

"I will admit it's rather nice but I'd prefer it being inside of me," he was a little bastard sometimes but so was she.

Pausing for a moment he ran the backs of his knuckles across her face soothingly, before helping her lie beneath him comfortably. He reached up and grabbed a pillow and placed her head comfortably beneath it before carefully moving her hair away from it so it wouldn't catch.

"Evangeline, before we begin I need you to know that we can stop at any time you wish, if the pain becomes to much or if I hurt you, you must let me know," he kissed her forehead before placing a kiss on each cheek.

With a smile she placed a quick kiss on his lips, "I trust you Jacks, and I know there will be some pain but I can handle it, and if not I know you'll stop."

A loving expression overcame him as he began lining up their hips, he quickly ran his cock through her sleekness to each his passage. She moaned and pushed their hips closer togther.

Taking this as a sign he carefully began pushing into her, listening to the way her heartbeat and breathing changed as he pushed on. Slight pain filled her, nothing overwhelming but every time she moved he stopped and waited for her to adjust to his size.

As Jacks bottomed out inside of her both released a moan at the feeling of her being stretched. Jacks looked near breathless as he ran soothing circles across her body, letting her adjust to the feel of him inside of her.

"Is this alright? Is it too much?" His voice was filled with concern and love for her, as his hands traced hearts against her soft skin.

Pulling his forehead to met hers she held him close to her body, griping onto the tough muscles of his back.

"It feels perfect, you can start to move but be gentle," at her words he withdrew a little before before carefully pushing back into her.

Slowly he began building setting the pace, giving her time to adjust to his size as her pleasure slowly began to build. Heat was pooling in her stomach again after he groaned his hips into her, the movement rubbing agiasnt her clit.

Nails dragged across his back as he began putting more force into each thrust that sent heat through their bodies.

"Evangeline, my love," a thrust punctuated his words. "You're so incredibly perfect, everything about you is so impossibly wonderful that I often wake up thinking I'm still dreaming." ]

He was starting to pant as his thrust became relentless, he was now chasing down her high and his own.

"You don't know what you mean to me, how happy I am to be able to wake up everyday here with you, safe in my arms," the sweetness of his words combined with their love making had her crying on in pleasure.

"Jacks please," she was so close to her high, she just needed him.

His hands returned to her clit and began rubbing the swollen nerve.

"I love you, and I'm eternally thankful to the forces in this world that you love me in return, that soon you'll be my wife and I'll have the honor of being your husband," his eyes never left he once as she approached her high.

With a final thrust and flick to her clit Evangeline came apart under him. Digging her nails further into her back as she screamed his name in pleasure as Jacks own high overcame him as he spilled into her core.

As they lay there holding onto each as they came down from their highs, Evangeline pulled him into a sweet kiss. Neither one wanted to pull away from the others lips, but alas they needed to breath.

She held his face in her arms whilst looking deep into his icy eyes.

"I love you too my sweet prince, and I can not wait for the day I can call you my husband at last."

Foreheads touching The Prince of Hearts held his Little Fox in his arms knowing he'd never felt more loved in his entire existence.

~Finish~

[sunshinejeonglixie]

Only You

tags: sfw, gender neutral reader, !!eating disorder!!, sad but comfort (if that even makes sense, like its sad but changbin makes it better), supportive helpful bf changbin

description: reader struggles with an eating disorder after comparing themselves to the other idols changbin is around all the time, he comes in and takes care of them and gets them back into a more positive mindset and healthier habits

a/n: i'd been thinking recently about how much i love changbin & his health positivity and how much he preaches a "take care of yourself don't worry about the amount of food" kind of mindset and i just love it so much so then this idea came to mind. anyways, y'all please take care of yourselves please know that your health is so much more important than any number, any looks, anything & you are so loved just the way you are.

!!Everything written here is fiction, not meant to be taken as real life, if anything here makes you uncomfortable please just block & move on!!

“Only down 4 more pounds?” you whisper to yourself, staring at the scale in front of you.

Every week you check, and every week there is more disappointment.

Over the past 2 months you’ve lost about 5 or 6 pounds a week, trying more and more to get that number to go up. You’d wanted it to be more, trying more to get past a certain mark. Only having one light meal each day and working out more than you should. Is it a healthy thing? No, and you know that. But it’s what needs to be done in your mind.

This habit started after you went to music shows with your boyfriend, Changbin, more often recently. You’d seen some of the other idols, admired them, saw how everyone loved them and chased after them. Consistently complimented their bodies and their looks. You’re not sure why it got to you so much, it’s not like anyone said anything bad to you, you just wanted people to see you that way too. Maybe if you lost weight, they would look at you like that, treat you that way too, you thought.

You decided from that point you’d cut down on the amount of food you eat and increase time at the gym with Changbin. You’d already been going with him pretty regularly, so the increase wasn’t too suspicious or anything. The difficult part was hiding the fact you weren’t eating more than a small meal each day. Changbin was very attentive, especially with food. Always trying to get you to try new things, share his food with you, and make sure you were well taken care of.

You’d been able to brush him off a bit, which you felt a bit bad about if you’re being honest, and just convince him you were already full or didn’t want to try what he was offering. You’d hoped he wasn’t catching on, but you started to wonder if maybe he noticed more than he let on. When you’d have food together he always started by trying to feed you first, trying to get you to have a little more, things like that.

Your secrets and plans all came crashing down in one day. It started in the morning with you going over to the dorms to hang out with the members, at this point they weren’t just his friends they were yours too. Lee Know had made a special breakfast and immediately brought you some to try. The look on his face when you told him you didn’t want any definitely made your heart sting a bit, he always showed his love through providing for others so when his friend didn’t want any it hurt him a bit, even if he tried to hide it.

“Changbin already headed off to the gym y/n” I.N says through a mouthful of food.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full” Lee Know scolds.

“Thanks Innie, I was actually coming here to hang out with you guys though.” You smile.

“ooo, come with us to dance today?” Felix asks.

“I don’t have any dance clothes with me. I’ll watch though!” you explain, trying to make any excuse to get out of it just in case it could reveal any of your bad habits.

“You can borrow some of mine if you want.” Felix smiles at you, always a helper.

“Oh… yeah alright I’ll go then.” You start to become nervous, damn Felix and his consistently helpful nature.

They all smile, glad to have an extra friend coming with them today. You can’t help but become a bit nervous though, show any signs of weakness or any of the habits you’ve created, and they’ll all know.

After everyone is done with breakfast you all get ready for dance and head off to the company. You in some shorts of yours you found in Changbin’s room and one of Felix’s T-shirts he let you borrow.

Once you get to the company some of the other members meet you there, all of them except Changbin and Chan are there, they were running late after finishing at the gym.

You all started warming up, stretching so there wouldn’t be any injuries. Lee Know decides they’ll just start without Changbin and Chan for a bit and they can catch up later. They ask you to fill in one of the spots since you know almost every Stray Kids choreography.

Everything is going fine for a bit, you’re tired and it’s hard since you’ve not eaten anything to keep your energy up today but it’s fine. You can work through it you think.

That is until you start to get a fuzzy feeling, the room starts to spin. You try to step to the side and sit down but it’s too late. You pass out and hit the ground, hard.

Of course, everyone immediately becomes super concerned. Lee Know stopping practice and taking charge, telling Felix to find out where Changbin is and having I.N run downstairs to the medical office in the company.

You’re not out for long, 5 minutes maybe, but that feels like an eternity to the panicked boys.

As soon as you start to wake up you see the JYP nurse sitting on one side of you, Lee Know on the other, and Felix running back in with Changbin and Chan directly behind him.

“Hyung what happened?” Changbin asks Lee Know

“We were doing dance practice and they just dropped, we’re not sure.” Lee Know explains, moving out of the way for Changbin to take his spot sitting next to you.

“Baby what happened? Are you ok?” Changbin takes your hand, almost in tears with worry.

All of it is very overwhelming. Your whole body filled with panic, knowing that you’ll have to explain something and that all your unhealthy habits will be revealed. Everyone is watching you with concern, not sure how to respond to anything.

“All your vitals are ok, have you had anything to eat within the past 24 hours?” the nurse asks.

“Um…” you hesitate, knowing you need to tell the truth, but at the same time ashamed of the truth.

“No. I haven’t.” you stare at the floor, not willing to look at anyone around you, feeling they’re all going to be disappointed.

“I imagine that’s the problem then. Have a good meal, get some rest, and you should be ok. Don’t do any more intense physical activity without proper amounts of food and water.” The nurse scolds before packing up her things and tells you to come visit her if you have any more issues.

You nod, tears filling your eyes, no words to explain the feelings going through your body right now.

“Nothing in the past 24 hours?” Changbin whispers

You can’t bear to listen to his disappointment. Before anyone can react you push yourself off the floor and walk out the door.

Back in the practice room everyone has different levels of shock and confusion. No one knows how to react until Lee Know speaks up.

“Well go talk to them, aren’t you going to?” He looks at Changbin.

“Yeah, right, of course I am.” Changbin stands up, following Lee Know’s instructions, as if he hadn’t even had a full thought until Lee Know said that.

Changbin walks out of the practice room, walking down the hall to find you sitting at the top of the stairs, crying.

“I know you’re mad, you don’t have to tell me.” You say before he can even get a word out.

“I’m not mad.” He says while sitting down next to you and grabbing your hand.

“Yes you are, I made a stupid decision and got myself hurt because of it. You have every right to be mad.”

“I’m not mad.” He repeats before continuing.

“I’m concerned as hell, but I’m not mad.”

“You should be mad.” You say through more tears.

“No. I shouldn’t be, and I’m not.” Changbin says, trying not to cry just from seeing you struggle.

“y/n when was the last time you had a meal? A real full meal?”

“Tuesday evening when we had dinner together.” You mutter, almost quiet enough he’s not sure he heard correctly.

“Baby it’s Thursday morning. Have you had any sort of snacks or anything since then?” he asks, growing more and more worried.

“I had a piece of toast yesterday morning.”

Changbin is speechless, trying to find the right words.

“We need to get you something to eat baby.” He says, standing up.

You nod, knowing he’s right but still too nervous to look at him.

“Lee Know always keep snacks in his backpack, I could get those from him and then come back and we can talk more before we go get lunch?” He asks.

You shake your head; you don’t need everyone to know everything yet.

“I can’t tell them… they’ll be mad too.” You whisper.

“Baby I won’t tell them anything you don’t want them to know. They won’t be mad at you, just like I’m not mad at you. We’re all just worried.”

“I wanna go home.” You cry, grabbing his hand to pull him back next to you.

“Ok, we can go home. I’ll take you home, we can order some lunch to be delivered, and we’ll talk.” Changbin says, wrapping his arms around you.

He picks you up off the floor, holding you in his arms before setting you back on your feet.

“I’ll go get our stuff and then we can go, yeah?” He asks.

You nod and let him go to walk back to the practice room.

Once he walks back into the practice room, he’s met with a mixture of many different things. Questions, worries, and even some tears from a worried Hyunjin.

“Is everything ok?” Felix asks.

“I’m working on it; I’m just coming to get our stuff and then we’re going home for the day.” He explains.

“We’ll keep working here, we’ll stay out of the dorm for a while so you can talk.” Chan says.

“Thanks, hyung, coming back around dinner time is fine.”

He takes both of your guys’ bags and heads back out to you, grabbing your hand and taking you home.

The walk home is hard, both mentally and physically. The exhaustion is still getting to you and mentally your brain won’t stop moving. Once you guys get back to the dorms Changbin leaves your stuff in his room and brings you to sit at the table, quickly ordering food to be delivered.

“How long have you been doing this?” Changbin asks.

“A bit over 2 months…” you admit, no point in lying to him about it now.

Changbin’s heart shatters into a million pieces at this point, his baby has been feeling this way and not taking care of themselves all this time and he didn’t know.

“I’d noticed you’d lost weight, but I thought it was just because you’d been coming to the gym with me so much.” He says, his voice filled with guilt.

“Binnie you couldn’t have noticed.”

“What changed? What made you start feeling this way?”

This question brings more tears, knowing you’re going to have to tell him the truth and confess all the terrible thoughts you’ve been having is hard.

“When I went to the music shows with you, I saw everyone there and how good they looked and how much everyone complimented them… I figured if I lost weight, looked like them, maybe I’d be better for you. People would look at me like that too.” You confess.

“But you’re so beautiful baby, you don’t need to be like them. Especially not for me. I chose you; I didn’t choose them. I chose you because I want you exactly as you are.” He comforts.

“But you’re so perfect Binnie, and I’m just-“ you start before he cuts you off.

“Don’t you dare say anything negative. You’re absolutely beautiful and amazing and I love you so much. I’m not perfect, no one is, but that’s ok. I don’t need you to be perfect I need you to be healthy and safe, I need you to be you.” He says before pulling you from your seat at the table into his lap in his seat.

Instinctively you hold yourself up a bit, not relaxing all your body onto him. He immediately notices this and pulls you closer before speaking.

“Relax, don’t hold your weight off of me, you’re so gorgeous.”

“I’m too heavy Bin” you mumble.

“No, you are not, I lift more than this in the gym every day.”

“I was gaining too much before.”

“Baby no you were not, you were gaining whatever your body needed. Healthy bodies aren’t always tiny and that’s ok. That’s still beautiful.”

His words really do bring lots of comfort, even if you don’t fully believe him yet. Finally, you hear a knock at the door and the food is delivered.

“Let me make your plate for you please.” He asks, and you nod. Knowing it’s probably for the best.

He sets a plate down in front of you, not an overwhelming amount of food, but enough.

“When you’re finished with that if you’re still hungry there’s more.” He says

“Thank you Binnie.”

“Anything for my baby.”

After you guys eat, and he very closely monitors all that you ate, you guys decide to watch a movie to take your minds off the stress of the day.

Once the movie is over he tells you that you guys need to create a plan. One day of talking isn’t the end of this and you both know it.

“I want you to stay here for a while.” he asks, wanting to be able to keep an eye on you when needed.

“Binnie this is so much farther from work I can’t walk all that way.” You remind him.

“You can take my car; I’ll walk to work or take Lee Know’s car when I need it.”

“Alright. I’ll need to get a lot of stuff from my apartment if I’m gonna be here a while.”

“That’s fine, I’ll make space in my closet, and we can go pick stuff up tonight.” He agrees before continuing.

“I don’t want you eating by yourself for a bit.”

“Binnie I can eat a meal by myself.” You say.

“Love, please, just for some peace of mind. I want you to eat with me, the members, your family, your friends, someone just for a while. I need to make sure you’re actually eating.”

You understand where he’s coming from, agreeing that it’s probably a good idea.

“Anything else?” You ask.

“Not at the moment, if I think of something else I’ll come to you.” He says.

“I appreciate your concern Binnie.”

“I just love you so much baby I have to take care of you.”

Later that evening the rest of the members return from the JYP building, by that point you’d fallen asleep in Changbin’s room, exhausted from the day’s events.

Changbin walks out to greet the members, asking what they got done during dance practice.

“Absolutely nothing.” Lee know says with a slight irritation in his voice

“Where’s y/n?” Felix asks Changbin.

“In my room sleeping.”

“Are they ok?” Hyunjin asks, stress still in his face.

“They’re fine, we’ll talk about it later. Why didn’t you guys get any work done?”

“Why do you think?” Chan laughs

“You guys didn’t have to spend the whole day stressing I have it under control” Changbin is thankful they worry about you like he does but also worried they didn’t get any work done all day.

“I tried telling them that but apparently I ‘don’t know shit’ according to Han & Felix” Lee Know says with an eye roll.

“Hyunggg we said we were sorry for saying that” Felix whines.

“Yeahhh we were just worried we didn’t mean it.” Han agrees.

“Whatever I’m not really offended but don’t you people think that if something was a major emergency that Changbin couldn’t handle he would ask for our help??” Lee Know says, sounding like this is a point he’s made about a thousand times today.

“Let it go. We’ll get stuff done tomorrow.” Chan says before anyone can reply to Lee Know.

Slowly you wake up after hearing the voices in the living room, worried about what everyone has to say, but glad they’re home. You’d felt a little bad basically kicking them out of their house for the day. You decide to just get it over with and head out there, any questions you can’t answer or anything that becomes too overwhelming can be taken on by Changbin. He’d already promised he’d help you talk to them.

As soon as you walk out the bedroom door you’re met with smiles and hellos from everyone.

“Hi baby, did you sleep well?” Changbin asks, coming over to hug you.

“mhm, your bed is so comfy.”

The silence from everyone is a bit awkward for a second, no one knows quite what to say until Lee Know walks into the kitchen to do dishes which seem to unfreeze everyone, and they all move to do their own things.

The next couple days are slightly stressful, having to explain what happened to everyone and Changbin recruiting them to what he calls the “y/n protection squad”. When you asked what he was protecting you from he responded very seriously with “your brain” which made you giggle.

There’s always someone there with you when you have a meal, even if you both just eat next to each other while you do separate things, there’s always someone making sure you actually eat the meal. It’s not easy at first, getting back to eating more than one meal a day is a slow process, so your body doesn’t react too weirdly to it. The first day you ate more than 2 meals a day you got a stomachache for the rest of the day, so you’ve decided it’s gonna be a slower process.

It's also a difficult process because of the stress and anxiety you still feel eating “so much” even though it’s a healthy amount. Changbin has forbidden use of the scale for a while, just to keep your mind off the numbers and back on the health side of it.

“Numbers on a scale have nothing to do with how you feel or what your body needs” he reminds you when you think of weighing yourself again.

It’s nearly a year before your eating habits are more stable and healthier again, and even at that point you can still have some rocky moments. Over that year you’ve gone back to those bad habits twice, always saved and pulled back by Changbin and the other members. You still eat with someone else for about 95% of your meals, not because Changbin tells you to anymore but because he was right, it really does bring you comfort and help you finish a meal without panicking too much about it.

One of the biggest struggles came when they had another comeback, and you went back to the music shows with them. Changbin told you he’d understand if you didn’t want to go but that you were more than welcome to come. Seeing some of the other idols talking about their diets and how much they’ve lost really sent you into a bit of a panic.

You’d walked back to the Stray Kids dressing room in tears, just looking for anyone to try and pull you out. You found the whole group there, immediately you grabbed on to Changbin, explaining what had happened.

“Honey don’t worry about them and what they’re doing, ok? You do what’s healthy for you and your body. You’re so gorgeous and beautiful and I’m so proud of how hard you’re working to take care of yourself.”

“Why are you with me when you could have any of them? They’re better, prettier, smarter-“ you start to ramble before Changbin cuts you off.

“I don’t want any of them. I want you. Only you. You are special, I love you because of who you are. I don’t want you to be like them, if I wanted someone like them I’d find them. I found you because I want you.” He says before continuing.

“And for the record I think you’re the most gorgeous smartest best person in the world so don’t you dare say they’re better than you.”

He holds you close running a hand up and down your back. His words are comforting and reassuring. It makes you realize that he’s right, there’s a reason he chose you and not anyone else.

“Thank you Binnie, I love you” you say, hiding your face in his chest. Slightly embarrassed to let your insecurities get the best of you in front of everyone.

“There’s no reason to thank me baby, I will tell you these things every day until my last breath if it’s what you need to understand that I love you and you’re perfect the way you are.”

“I don’t mean to interrupt but we gotta get going soon.” Chan says before everyone starts to grab their stuff from around the room.

Once everyone is packed up and ready to go you all head out to vans to go back to the dorms. The whole ride home you just think about how loved you feel. Not just by Changbin but by all the members, of course their love is in a different way than Changbin’s but it’s still love. The amount of time, energy, and effort they’ve put into helping you all this time makes you feel so good. It’s a long road to being ok, and it’s ok to not be ok, just knowing you can ask for help and that they’ll be here to catch you when you fall is enough.

[thruheavenandhighwater]

Pairing: Single Dad! Eddie Munson/ Steve Harrington

Requested By: NA

Word Count: 1,912

Series Summary: Eddie left Hawkins in 1986 with no reason to ever return. But now, a few years have passed and life has changed. Eddie finally returns home and has to deal with everything he left behind, including Steve Harrington. This story starts in May 1991.

Chapter Summary: A voice from his past shakes Eddie's world.

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Two months after they confessed their feelings to each other on the back of Eddie's car, they were still as close as ever. Eddie had been worried when he dropped Steve off at the shop that night. He watched as Steve sat behind the wheel of his car, his headlights illuminating the side of the building before he waved Eddie off. The whole drive home he'd been worried about what would happen next as Lucy slept behind him.

But the following day, Steve showed up for lunch at the truck stop. The guys shared a cup of coffee after Eddie clocked out. It was like nothing had changed. He was able to breathe a sigh of relief that night.

And really, nothing did change. Steve never made Eddie feel bad about not being able to reciprocate his feelings. Eddie never felt like Steve was upset or disappointed. It was nice. They spent time together when they could. More often than not, it was lukewarm dinners at Eddie's, or joyriding in one of their cars while Lucy slept.

Now, the weather was starting to change. The temperatures were dropping to comfortable during the day, and downright chilly once the sun set. October was officially here, and with it came all manner of fall fun.

"We should take Lu to a pumpkin patch," Steve suggested as he sipped his drink.

"What? Why?" Eddie asked, wiping his cloth over the counter between them. "Don't know if you noticed but she's roughly the same size as a pumpkin."

"Oh, come on, ya big grump," Steve laughed. "It'll be fun! Hayrides, hot chocolate, pumpkins. An afternoon with your favorite friend and your favorite daughter."

"I only have one of each," Eddie laughed.

"Let me have my win, Munson."

Eddie thought about the idea. Steve might be right, he thought. It could be fun to do something other than hang out at home. And Lucy would love a hayride. Well, maybe. She's never seen hay before. Just as he was about to speak again, to offer Steve a soft 'maybe' a voice he'd forgotten about sounded from the front door on the other side of the large room.

"Hey, rockstar."

Steve looked up from his plate just in time to watch the color drain from Eddie's face. Eddie almost always wore a bright smile, his cheeks dimpling. Sometimes, if Steve said the right things, a slight blush would color his cheeks and ears. But now, there was nothing. His face was white as paper and his expression was completely blank. Emotionless.

"Billie."

Steve had heard the name. Billie was Lucy's mother. The woman who had made Eddie quit the band and then left him alone in a dirty apartment with Lucy when she was barely three weeks old. Any time he'd heard her name before it was either spoken with venom or over a deep sigh. But now, the two syllables fell off Eddie's tongue in a confused, almost disbelieving way. He turned in his seat towards the door. She was pretty, he noticed.

Her hands were stuffed into the pockets of a beige jacket as she smiled sheepishly to Eddie. Her tight, light colored jeans reminded him of the dress she'd worn the night they met. His eyes narrowed as she began to walk over to the counter. He never thought he'd see her again. Never wanted to see her again. But here she was. In Hawkins. At his job.

She walked to the counter, coming to a stop a few seats down from where Steve was finishing his lunch. Eddie felt his mouth go dry as he watched her sit down.

"What are you doing here, Belinda?"

"Belinda?" She asked with a smile. "You never called me that. You gonna start calling me Miss Holbrook, too?"

"Why are you here?"

Eddie was not in the mood for pleasantries. His harsh stance and stern tone reminded Steve of when they were in school together. When Eddie had adopted a persona of intimidation. It seemed so strange to Steve to be seeing it now.

Billie looked at Steve briefly, her green eyes skirting over his form for just a moment. "I want to see Lucy," she finally answered.

"Oh, well it's nice of you to show up when she's almost a year old, but that's not gonna happen."

"Eddie, she's my daughter-"

"No," he said, cutting her off. "She's my daughter. You were just… an incubator."

"How was I supposed to be there when you took her away from me?"

Eddie looked genuinely shocked. If the situation weren't so tense, Steve might have even thought his expression was funny. The way his eyes bugged, his head shaking as he tried to understand what she was saying. But given the moment at hand, it was anything but funny.

"I stayed in New York for three months after you left us," he said. "Three fucking months of pawning everything I owned, doing whatever else I could think of to make enough that we wouldn't starve. Where the hell were you, Billie?"

"I wasn't ready to be her mom, Eddie. But I'm ready now."

Eddie crossed his arms over his chest. "Good to know, but it's too late. You're not seeing her. You're not going anywhere near her."

"You can't just keep her from me forever."

"The fuck I can't," he scoffed. "I suggest you head back home now. Leave us alone."

Billie nodded silently. She finally stood from her seat with a sigh. "Eddie, I've filed paperwork to have your custody rights stripped. You should be getting something in the mail soon with a court date."

The air in the truck stop vanished. Hell, probably every oxygen molecule in the state of Indiana. Eddie's heart fell to his feet. His knees suddenly liquefied and he had to press both hands to the counter in front of him to stay standing.

"What did you just say?"

"I didn't want to," she said, her voice almost pleading. "But my parents hired this lawyer. I knew you probably wouldn't let me see her. But I figured I'd try anyway."

Eddie was silent. His eyes were wide as he stared at the countertop between his hands. How could she do this? How could she leave them and then one day decide that she had a right to take Lucy away? He felt sick. Physically sick as the pancakes he'd eaten on his break hours earlier suddenly began to rise to his throat.

He turned away and ran into the back. He quickly found the trashcan near the door to the cash office and emptied his stomach into it. His knees hit the hard concrete floor as his head was planted into the small trash can that he held tightly in both hands. He felt tears roll down his cheeks.

Once there was nothing left for his stomach to deposit into the trash can he set it down and moved so that his back was against the wall. He brought his knees up, resting his arms over the rips in the denim as the tears fell freely. The idea of not having Lucy tore at him like an animal.

Suddenly, someone was beside him. He opened his eyes and looked to his left. He was surprised, to say the least, to see Steve on the floor next to him.

"The big guy let me back," he said, answering the question Eddie didn't even need to ask. "Told me to check on ya."

Fresh hot tears began to rain down Eddie's face. Steve slung an arm over his shoulders and pulled Eddie into his chest. He held him like that for what felt like hours. Just letting Eddie cry, doing everything he could to stop his own tears. He'd grown close to Lucy this summer. But even if he hadn't, seeing Eddie break down would have been enough to have him in tears.

"What am I gonna do?" Eddie asked, sniffling as he tried to slow the wave of tears.

"I don't know," Steve sighed, running his hand up and down Eddie's arm. "But we're gonna figure it out. Okay? I won't let her take Lucy."

It was two days later when the letter showed up in his mailbox. Eddie felt his knees almost give out again, followed immediately by red hot rage. According to the letter, his "case" would be tried in just about a month. He had 27 days to figure out how to keep Lucy in his life. And he'd be damned if wasn't going to do everything he could to keep her.

Wayne found him a lawyer. Some slick dick looking guy from a few towns over who specialized in custody and family law. He seemed pretty sure that Billie didn't have a leg to stand on. He said all the right things to try to ease Eddie's mind, but nothing worked. He was on edge and anxious, and he knew he would be until the court date was behind him.

Two weeks before the trial, Steve's phone rang. He stood from the couch, turning the TV off on his way to where his phone hung in his kitchen. He downed the final swig of beer in the bottom of his bottle before picking up the phone.

"Hey, Steve?" Eddie sounded terrible. A heartbreaking combination of tired and distressed.

"Eddie," Steve answered. 'What's going on?"

Eddie took a deep breath. Steve could almost see it, his eyes closing tightly as he rubbed his hand down his cheek. He'd been seeing a lot of it lately.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, man, anything."

"You're totally allowed to say no to this," he started. "But that lawyer Wayne hired said I need to find character witnesses. Basically, people who will tell the judge I'm not a fuck up and that I'm a good dad."

"I'll do it." Steve didn't hesitate for a moment. He knew that Eddie wasn't a fuck up, and he was definitely a good dad.

"Are you sure?" Eddie asked, breathing a deep sigh of relief.

"Yeah," Steve answered just as quickly as he had before. "When is it?"

"It's in a few weeks. He wants to sit down with everyone and talk about what kind of questions her lawyer is gonna ask and shit like that."

"Who else ya got?"

"Uh, Wayne and Misty both volunteered. Now you, and Wayne said I should ask Sarah. But that seems like a lot to ask someone I barely know."

"I bet she'd say yes," Steve said quietly. The few times he'd met Sarah two doors down from Eddie, she was sweet to him. And she clearly loved little Lucy.

"Maybe," Eddie sighed. Steve heard shuffling on the other end of the call and knew that Eddie was probably sitting on the counter near the phone. "I'm just freaking the fuck out."

"Well, what does your lawyer think?"

"He actually said I have a pretty good chance. Said that since we never had legal custody papers drawn up, it wasn't technically illegal to bring her to Indiana."

"Well, that's good, right?" Steve asked, trying to sound cheerful.

"I guess," Eddie replied. "But he also said that judges tend to side with the mom on custody stuff. So I just don't know. I'm trying everything I can. Even went out and bought a fuckin suit," he giggled.

"Oh, well now I'm definitely in," Steve smiled. "Can't pass up an opportunity to see that."

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[fangedbeau]

Remember 90s TV plain-clothes superheroes?

Media that tries to bank on nostalgia usually ends up disappointing. But since I don't think anyone would even be able to acquire all the intellectual property rights for this one, I don't think there's a risk in putting this idea out there:

I honestly might like to see a reboot and grand crossover of 1990s TV's plain-clothes superheroes:

The Sentinel

The Pretender

but existing in a shared universe with crossover episodes.

Forever Knight might not feel like it could belong in the same universe as the others, but it's clearly a superhero show at heart; and when in comics Blade exists in a shared universe with Spider-Man, then Nick can be part of this.

Speaking of Marvel Comics, when the non-super-powered action hero Punisher shares that universe, then ours can also include

Vengeance Unlimited

Dark Angel would be a weird inclusion, since it's set in a post-paraapocalyptic future. But chronologically we're already past that show's future, and the only technology that reads as science fiction is the Manticore project's genetic engineering, which was a government secret in the show. So an alternate timeline remake in a world in which the pulse didn't happen (or was undone by chrononaut Frank Parker of Project Backstep?) and the escaped X5 somehow manage to evade capture without that chaos would still make sense. Honestly, having it set in the current day wouldn't feel all that off from the original right now.

While we're at it,

Viper was also set in the near future, but the titular super car was from a government program with technology that was incredible to people in-universe, and the futurism of the world was mostly restricted to extrapolating that cars would have even more electronics in them and be vulnerable to electromagnetic attacks, which has come true. So we do live in pretty much the future the original show was set in.

Actually, instead of reboots, each show (except for Dark Angel) could be done as a sequel. There will be other Sentinels and an older Sandburg or a new anthropologist building on his work to assist them. There will be other Pretenders, maybe escaping from The Centre with Jarod's help. Nick's been around longer than all of us.

Can we acknowledge that Mister Chapel knew Ray and is continuing his legacy in his own way, and then have the new show about a different character who's been inspired by Mister Chapel to dedicate their talents to helping those in need?

Of course if we reach back to acknowledge Stingray in that way, we can also make references to Manimal and Man from Atlantis and Misfits of Science being set in the past of the same shared universe.

And then, while I wouldn't categorise Sam Waters as a superhero or in the same genre of phantastic adventure series as those mentioned,

Profiler has had a crossover with The Pretender and thus canonically already exists in a shared universe with it. So why would we throw that away?

And of course if we extend the scope to include Viper and Vengeance Unlimited or a Stingray/Vengeance Unlimited sequel, then

Renegade also needs to be included.

And beside the proper superheroes and the action heroes there's also room for the regular guys made heroes by something supernatural but still being regular guys. You know,

Strange Luck

Early Edition

I've mentioned Project Backstep from

Seven Days

although it's weird to imagine Early Edition being set in the same universe as Seven Days.

And another thing: note how none of them would feel out-of-place on The X-Files? Now, The X-Files itself doesn't really match the vibe I'm going for. But when I draw the association with superheroes, I imagine a spin off about someone assembling a Suicide Squad-like team out of paranormal villains of the week from X-Files episodes.

No, if any production company would set out to do any of these, I would expect it to be trash.

It's more an idea for a fan fiction project.

[peopleiveknown]

Snapshots of Rebecca Ruth - RIP 11/5/2024

We are at the yarn studio. One of my first shifts with Rebecca. The early days of summer before Covid-19. We are sitting at the table and winding hanks into skeins. Rebecca overhears my mom yelling at me in Korean and asks me if I'm okay when I get off the phone. She says when she worked at The Slanted Door she loved all the Asian ladies who would yell at her but couldn't understand anything they were saying. We transition into talking about our favorite Japanese filmmakers. I tell her I have the library DVD of Shoplifters and will lend it to her since she hasn't seen it.

Rebecca makes a hat for her boyfriend that I like. Hey, can you share the pattern with me? Want my Ravelry account info? She gives me her username login and password so I can access her entire library.

Rebecca stops by the studio on a day she's not working and is passing around a pink box of donuts for the staff. I thank her. They look delicious. She smiles and extends one to me. Take it. 

I'm at Andrew's and she shows me the queensize blanket she's knitted for him in a mosaic motif. I recognize the brand name and premium yarn; it's not even from the place we worked at. You're so generous, I tell her. This must've taken you ages.

Her garden is teeming with vegetables and fruit as usual. She starts helping me pick gooseberries and grabs a black bucket. Her fingernails always have a bit of soil under them. By the time I leave her house, I have two heavy bags of groceries for the week--giant chard, kale, herbs I haven't heard of before. Rebecca insists I freeze some of them to use as aromatics for later. Useful for Thai cooking. I forget what they're called. I'm loading up my bike. She yells at me that I'm being irresponsible by 1) biking without a helmet 2) biking with sandals instead of sneakers and 3) biking without a bike light. Her friend calls her at the moment and she recites my irresponsibility as I pedal away. She threatens me that I must do one of the three obvious precautions the next time I bike over or else. Love you! I yell back.

Rebecca's fostering kittens again. There's one that has a cone around its head and in defeat, lies still on top of me. I ask her what she thinks of her foster and she agrees that it's cute, but that it doesn't do anything. It just sits there, she sounds a little disappointed. So what, I tell her. I'm perfectly content. I want a cat that's more active, she says.

Rebecca calls me, asking for knitting help on her intarsia graph. She wants to chart the cat of her life, Grandma Ice Cream, onto a sweater. She asks me if her vision is feasible and we discuss the techniques of colorwork. I explain the difference between fair isle and jacquard, how they're easily and often interchanged for the other when they're different. She texts me later that she's now seeing all the misdefinitions online and that it's driving her crazy. 

I invite Rebecca to come with me to Jake's hot tub in the community since she loves hot tubs. I later update her that I'm also inviting Aaron as another +1. I figure they'll have a lot to talk about since they've both worked in the food industry. I thought I was your only +1, ho, she texts. When she arrives, I have her cashmere sweater she's knitted that I borrowed from before and hand it back to her, nearly recklessly, over the wire fence. We both gasp but nothing gets snagged. Whew, I'm so sorry, I say. It's cool. She and Aaron take off their clothes and get into the hot tub. I keep my bikini on and join them. 

Rebecca tells me I'm going to look like a bigot in front of any LGBTQ group if I say I still like JK Rowling when she's clearly transphobic and that Harry Potter was JK Rowling's only good work. 

Rebecca invites me over for a dinner party. She wants me to meet a friend of hers who she thinks I'll like. What's her name? Ai Chan, she says. 'Chan' is a Chinese last name, I respond. Are you sure she's not Chinese? No, she's Japanese. I ask her if she wants to introduce to each other just because we're both Asian. She laughs. No! Ai Chan also asked me that. I just think you two will like each other, that's all. 

We've finished our catering shift in Napa Valley and the manager has given us each a $300 check to cash. It's mid-afternoon and we're already torched from serving outside in the heat. Let's see if we can still make it to Bouchon, she checks her phone. I want to get some pastries for Seth. It's his birthday this weekend. The bakery is still open so we stand in line. Once we reach the counter, with her advice, I finally pick a chocolate eclair, strawberry croissant and an upgraded version of a twinkie. She orders after me and gets $250 worth of pastries to take home for Seth, maybe enough for the two of them to celebrate.

A rustic, Thanksgiving 2022 in Sebastopol at her boyfriend, Andrew's. Rebecca's already blown hundreds on desserts and the culinary preparations have taken several days. Dinner is over and people are commingling inside. I find her at the kitchen sink, telling her I'm going to do the dishes. I'm so glad you're here, she says. Me too. I was getting anxious thinking about all the cleaning and dishwashing I have to do afterwards, but I knew you were coming, and I knew you would offer like you always do. I was relieved, thinking, thank God Jane will be here. Everything will be okay. I love you, Rebecca. It's the least I could do. This dinner was incredible.

Rebecca's crying about the overturning of Roe v Wade. We are sitting on her couch. I'm knitting and she's scanning letters for a prison justice organization. How long have you been volunteering for them? A while, she says. 

No, there is no way I'm going to vote for Kamala! Not while she and the Democratic Party support this genocide. At least Trump is not fake. What? That makes no sense. Yes, both parties are the same! Okay... but what about if you were in a swing state? NO. C'mon. I don't know, Rebecca says. I guess I would vote for Jill Stein or something. Jill Stein is a joke and have you seen that video AOC posted about her? I ask. Fuck AOC! Rebecca snaps. You know what Pelosi called her after she posted that?--'AOC Pelosi.' I laugh. I love AOC. Seriously! She's a mini Nancy Pelosi, that's what she is! Okay, let's not talk about politics anymore. I try to get off the phone.

Her eggplant dish is unbelievably tasty and I just stopped by her place last minute. I ask her for the recipe and who wrote it. It's from Fuchsia Dunlop. A white woman? Isn't this a Chinese dish? Yeah, but she's the real deal. She went to study Schezuan cuisine. How did you find out about her? She did a book signing at Camino. Jesus, this is so good.

You want to try this really expensive tea? It's called Bird Shit or something like that. What? Let me see the label. Yeah, no kidding. 

I knock on her window to wake her up. Rebecca! Rebecca! I'm shocked when I see her. She's lost a lot of weight from the breakup. Her round cheeks have hollowed out and her pants are drooping down from her waist as she bolts up. She rubs her eyes and looks at her phone. Oh, fuck. I set my alarm for 6 PM instead of 6 AM.

I invite her over dinner while I'm housesitting at Shashank's loft in the city. She almost immediately walks over to his slouching, tall rubber plant and exclaims, Jane, hand me a wet paper towel. Why? This plant has too much dust on it which isn't good for photosynthesis. Okay. I give it to her. She concentrates. There. I update Shashank about my friend, this gardener he's never met, who's stopped by and how she started wiping down all of his leaves. He replies: truly, angels walk among us!

I don't know what boundaries are, she tells me. I'm just learning about them in therapy. How can you get through adulthood without the concept of boundaries? That's pretty amazing.

Rebecca asks if I want to join a bird observation tour that she's hosting and that we can go to the K festival after. I guess, I say, and warn her about the garbage K pop in advance. She laughs and tells me it's okay. We both don't end up going to either because her cat is sick and vomiting and I'm too tired from something else. Grandma Ice Cream won't be around much longer and I need to be there with her, she cries. 

I don't like James Joyce, I write. I'm not surprised, she retorts. Have you read Dubliners? Because it's probably the best writing in the English language. No. What have you read of his? Ulysses. Oh, come on. You didn't read all of Ulysses. It was for class so I read what was required but it was very difficult for me to get through. Yeah. It's not easy. That's kind of the point. Why don't you like Faulkner? Faulkner is so good. He is an elitist, misogynist, pseudo intellectual douchebag whose books are boring and one-dimensional and self-obsessed. He's an annoying egomaniac who doesn't remotely deserve his place in literary canon. 

Rebecca, do you still want to work the resale craft booth fair? When is it happening again? No, I'm sailing the Nationals.

Rebecca calls me, asking if I could notarize for her friend who just got into a terrible car accident. It's an old coworker of hers who she's reconnected with recently after not seeing him for four years. He has no family? No. Where are his parents? I think they're dead. She needs some documents notarized to access his cell phone to reach out to his contacts. We coordinate a time to meet at the hospital with the other witness. She darts to me and gives me a tight hug. She's tearful. Thank you, thank you. We quickly go to where her friend is. He can barely open his eyes but we manage to get his signature. She sits down on the linoleum to sign off. As we leave the hospital, she says she has something for me in the car. Rebecca hands me a box with a slice of cake from Sesame Tiny bakery. Tears are streaming down her face. Thank you, you don't know how much this means to me that you did this. This was so easy, Rebecca. It was no problem. I'm so sorry about your friend. Your friend is my friend. You're a really good friend. I'm just afraid that if I were in an emergency, no one would be there for me, she cries, wiping at her face. He's all alone.

[casualvoidgoopfreak]

Vincenza Vanni: A New Genesis

After a rather disappointing showing last year’s fashion week, I had not expected much from Milano designer Vincenza Vanni; she has seemingly spent the last few years content to repeat variations on the same ten or so outfits, elegant, sensual, gothic; outfits that are pretty to look at, of course, but ultimately feel as though they have nothing more to say beyond that. Vincenza Vanni felt like a designer who had done everything she wanted years ago and was simply playing to the crowd. Seeing this year’s showings, I was pleasantly surprised to be proven wrong.

‘Forbidden’, her collection for this year’s show, is not a departure from form for Vanni. It is, however, a striking conceptual collection inspired by the English poem ‘Paradise Lost’. The designs are as visually striking as ever, elegant, sensual, gothic, yes but with a cohesive story that elevates the designs into the kind of artistry that this week was meant for. Vanni conveys her trademark edge through subtext rather than attempting to shock the viewers with provocative designs. It would be very easy for any other designer to have made this collection a cheap costume party, making designs so literal that they hit the audience over the head with a heavy-handed metaphor, or so esoteric that the meaning becomes lost; In this way Vanni was the perfect artist to receive this vision.

“Paradise Lost is a poem which holds a great deal of significance not only to me personally, but to the stories of the bible themselves” said Vanni in a recent preview show “it solidified our conception of Satan the fallen angel, one beautiful and sympathetic, rather than a mere monster. But John Milton was limited in his vision, unable to see past the patriarchal, religiously dominated world he was so comfortable in. What I am depicting here is the true realisation of the ideas he got so close to discovering. The story of Genisis, reimagined as the triumph of human will over the so-called gods of this world who try to blind us, and the cruelty, not justice, but cruelty of the punishments we receive for daring to say no to our supposed dominators. In this story, Satan shares the fruits of knowledge with humanity, shares the secrets kept from them, and shares the gift of free will. She is the most human character in the story.”

Needless to say, this has been a controversial collection, and the objections have come from more than just the stereotypical pearl-clutching religious masses whom she seems eager to offend, but from the Italian public who object to her supposed ‘capitalising on recent tragedy’ by hosting her preview show on the site of a recent high-profile gang shooting. Stunts like this cheapen the overall impact of the artistry and, at least to me, signal that Vanni is not confident enough in her own artistry to let the clothes stand on their own. Nevertheless, while overshadowed by some of the more provocative showings this week, Vincenza Vanni shows us that she will still be putting her designs on that same runway for years to come. – Vickie Bennett, culture correspondent for Sensa magazine

[blueberrysnake]

Tommy's Secret

Summary:

Tom had been bad at expressing emotions to his friends on a regular day. When he accidentally messes something up for Ranboo and makes him almost miss his flight to America? Oh boy does Tommy try to hide it.

This was for a school assignment so I hope yall enjoy it because I got a 90% on it!

Chapter 1/1

On ao3 if you prefer: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37840942

Word count: 1836

As Ranboo and Tubbo looked over to the front door, they noticed the knob slowly turning, and watched as it opened carelessly. The front door slammed shut as a six-foot-two blonde British man sluggishly walked inside the shared apartment at midnight. He squinted in the darkness to make out the figures of his two friends, sitting on the back of their couch. He quickly shifted the bag he was holding so that his friends couldn’t see it. He began to mumble a small greeting before he got cut off.

“What took you so long? You told us you would be home by seven!” Tubbo questioned while getting up from his seat.

“There was traffic, I’m sorry. Like five wrecks at least.” Tommy replied, hoping his friends wouldn’t see through his all-too-obvious lie.

“I know you two need to be awake early tomorrow and I’m sorry for keeping you up this late” “It’s fine just- just lets go to sleep.” Tubbo replied with a disappointed look as Ranboo stomped on the floor to get both boys' attention.

“HAPPY YOU SAFE” He signed in British Sign Language while motioning to Tom.

“ME WORRY-FINISH” Ranboo signed as the three boys make their way to their respective bedrooms.

“I’m sorry I worried you Ranboo. I’m going to take a shower and head off to bed. Don’t burn any more of the midnight oil for me!” Tommy says as he walks into the bathroom. Just as he shut the door, he let out a big sigh of relief. He listened for the telltale sign of the other’s doors shutting, signifying that they were in their rooms.

Tommy moved to the countertop and ever-so-quietly set the bag on it. He opened it with great care and looked down at his goodies from the drugstore. It took less than a second for him to find what he was searching for: Three gold rings, wrapped in cloth from the jewelry store. One has a design of a small bee for Tubbo, one has two music disks for him, and the last has small purple sparks on every side for Ranboo. He smiled while looking at them. He knew his friends would love the promise rings.

Tommy had been wracking his brain for weeks about something to get his friends to show his appreciation to them. Tommy was never big on words, his love language was giving gifts. He hoped his friends would appreciate the sentiment and thought behind the rings, especially since they seemed to be upset at him for staying out late and keeping them up.

The thing was, Tommy had to give his friends the rings either now, or at 5:30 AM tomorrow-er today, because his friends were going on a business trip to America of all places! He was worried that his friends would forget about him while out of Britain, so he thought to get them rings. So here Tommy was, at 1 now, standing in front of his bathroom mirror staring down at the counter at the three rings. Tommy took the small circular pieces of metal out of the bag and debated gifting them now. One glance at the time on his cracked phone screen made the thought of gifting them now vanish. He elected to take a quick shower and think about how best to gift the rings.

Once he got out, dried off, and got all ready for bed in his and his friends matching PJs, it was about a quarter until two, so Tommy elected for the only reasonable option, to pull an all-nighter. Was this a choice he would probably regret come sunrise? Probably! Did Tommy care? Not at all. He had enough coffee to make it and that would give him more time to plan how to gift his friends the rings. He moved quietly to his bedroom and shut the door slowly. He tip-toed to his bed and carefully sat down.

At about three-thirty in the morning, Tommy finally decided on a plan that sounded decent enough in his head. He was going to place the rings on each of their nightstands, quieter than anyone had ever been before. He opened the door and began his way down the hall. The closest room in proximity to his was Tubbo, however, since Ranboo was such a light sleeper Tommy chose to start with the latter’s room.

He opened the door slowly and peeked his eyes into Ranboo's room. He looked straight to his friend, who was sleeping facing the door. He eyed the nightstand, a few important documents on it. Tommy took another look at his friend before stepping into the room. As stealthy as a 6 foot 3 inches tall young adult could be, he took it a step at a time. Eyeing his friend suspiciously with every breath he took. After what seemed like an eternity of creeping through the room, he finally reached the bedside table. He moved some of the documents out of the way and set the ring down. Satisfied with his work, Tommy smiled.

Suddenly Ranboo shifted in his bed. Tommy practically flew out of the room at a speed that felt faster than Usain Bolt himself could go. He shut the door quickly but quietly and immediately let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in when the door closed. He heard rustling through the door and assumed that Ranboo was just shifting in his bed. He at least hoped that Ranboo was just shifting in bed. Some of those papers were precariously placed on the edge of the bedside table.

Tommy shook his head and assured himself that everything was fine. He then began to move to Tubbo's room in order to repeat the process of placing the metal on his bedside table. Tommy made it to the door and took a deep breath in, and out. He couldn’t wait to see his friend's reactions to the surprise. He turned the knob and cracked the door open. His eyes looked through the crack in the door and searched for any sign that Tubbo was awake. Tommy only saw a large lump of blankets, slowly moving as if the blankets themselves were alive. He immediately knew it was Tubbo. As he crept over to Tubbo's nightstand, Tommy noted that Tubbo had elected to put all his important-looking documents on his desk. Tommy placed the ring on Tubbo’s nightstand and quickly left.

Later, when Tommy was just about to fall asleep, he heard two faint alarms go off in sync from both rooms. Immediately after, he heard two people shifting in their respective rooms, and he could tell the second that both of them found the ring. Tommy could tell this by the way both of them stopped moving. He decided to pretend to be asleep in case they came in to thank him because he didn’t want them to be worried for him.

So when they both quietly opened the door, letting the hallway light hit Tommy's face, and whispered a small thank you, Tommy had to fight the smile off of his face. He waited until both of them left for the airport before getting up and getting dressed in proper clothes. Once he got dressed and made himself some coffee, he decided to be productive while his friends were away. He walked to Ranboo's room and opened the door too take all of the dirty dishes out. He picked up some cups and mugs from Ranboo's desk, and a bowl from underneath his bedside table, when he noticed some papers laying next to it.

Now, Tommy never liked to think of himself as nosy. He was never one to pry into any of his friends’ personal matters. However, this looked important. Tommy realized that it was Ranboo's passport! Ranboo had always been forgetful so he always had to put things where he could see it. Tommy realized that he must had accidentally knocked over the passport when putting the ring into place.

Tommy ran out of the room and grabbed his phone. One look at life 360 showed that his friends were on their local bus to the airport. Tommy He knew that the next one going to the airport would be late enough for Ranboo to not be able to make it on the flight by the time Tommy could get his passport back to Ranboo, so Tommy decided to get an Uber to the airport. He didn’t want them to worry on the bus, so Tommy didn’t say anything to them.

After about 10 minutes, the Uber sent Tommy a text saying that they were out front. Tommy raced down to the ground level of his flat to meet his Uber. He practically flew into the backseat and yanked his seatbelt on. He explained how he needed to get to the airport extremely quickly, and the driver nodded. Eventually, Tommy got to the airport and checked his friends' location for the fifth time in ten minutes. Of course, since the bus that Ranboo and Tubbo were riding needed to make multiple stops and Tommy's Uber only needed to take Tommy to the airport, Tommy was five minutes ahead of them. He thanked the uber and got out of the car onto the busy walkways.

Tommy had barely stood for a minute at the bus unloading zone when he got a text in the group chat between him and his roommates. It was from a very panicked Ranboo who had just realized he left his passport at the flat. Tommy sent a text back explaining that he made a huge mistake and that he was sorry but the passport was with him at the airport. By this time, the bus was pulling in and all Tommy had to do was wait for his friends to come off of it.

Tubbo and Ranboo flew down the steps of the bus with their luggage and ran up to Tom.

“Thank you so much Tom! We love the rings! And you also really saved us.” Tubbo exclaimed.

“I’m glad you like the rings, but I almost made you guys miss the flight because of me. I’m sorry, I know I havent been the best friend.” Tommy replied, a frown making its way on his face.

“NO SORRY. YOU GOOD FRIEND. YOU BEST FRIEND. THANKYOU!” Ranboo signed to Tommy and then pulled him in for a hug. Tubbo promptly joined in.

Soon, Tubbo and Ranboo had to leave, and so they exchanged goodbyes with Tom. Tommy made sure they both had everything they needed and went to call another Uber to get back to the flat. He felt loved by his friends and they made him know that he is not perfect and everyone makes mistakes. When his friends got back from their trip, they all had a movie night where they all fell asleep on top of each other, and made sure to let Tommy know that he was amazing almost every day.