#I will make a fic based off this but it's gonna be hilarious

[respawningjupiter]

Never running to AI for fic ideas again.

[only-luce-the-goose]

The Prank

A/N: my first formula fic!! My requests are open if you have someone you want me to write for!

Arthur Leclerc x Norris Reader

Trope: Dumbasses (best friends to lovers)

Warnings: Swearing, kissing, nothing else really

This is based of something I was on Twitter (I refuse to call it X): person a says “I came up with a good prank”. Person b asks what it is, a says “we should kiss”. B says “I don’t get it”, a says “imagine them walking in to see us kissing and just being like “WHAAAAAT??” B says “oh, that’s hilarious. We totally should”

Synopsis: You and Arthur have been best friends since he saved you from a bully when you were kids. You grew up in the Leclerc household, so they knew you very well. You followed Arthur around the world for his racing career. You guys had been given the nickname "Terrible Two's" for all the pranks you pulled around the paddock. Sometimes you pulled them on each other, sometimes you teamed up and pulled pranks together but there was one prank that really topped off the rest of your pranks.

"Y/N!!!" Arthur shouted from the shower in your shared bedroom. He walked out as you hit record on your phone, filming as he appeared. He had his towel wrapped dangerously low around his waist, his hair was dyed a deep red with remnants of the dye dripping down his chest. "Seriously?" he scolded "I have to go to the Ferrari pit tomorrow and my hair is bright red!" You could see the fury in his eyes as you laughed. "Yeahhhh, you're gonna be matching the cars". He crossed his arms over his muscly chest and scowled "Stop filming me, idiot" you rolled your eyes and chucked "Whatever, moron" you said as you stopped recording. You posted it to your story, with the caption "Ready for @ scuderiaferrari tomorrow!" and tagged him in it.

You heard Arthur's phone buzz from the vanity in the bathroom as he headed back in to dry off. You stood up to pack up a bit from your day, getting as ready as you can for tomorrow. This time he came out in a pair of checkered sleep pants, saw you stand up in front of your suitcase and lunged at you, tackling you into the bed. You shrieked as he started assaulting (tickling) you. "St-st-op Art- arty" giggled out. "You turned me red, then posted it for the whole fucking world to see. You deserve this" After successfully kicking him onto the floor, you noticed your phone vibrating in your pocket.

You swiped accept on the call as you answered "Ah, my favourite Leclerc brother. What can I do for you Charlie?" You heard Arthur shout and "Oi" from the floor, making Charles laugh. "I just needed to see Arthur's hair" he grinned. You flipped the camera around and showed a Shirtless, red-haired Arthur lying on his back on the ground. Charles burst out laughing "good to see the support, brother" he got out in between laughter. "I'll leave you to whatever you're doing, y/n. Thank you so much for Arthur's hair" he chuckled as you said goodbye and he hung up. You leaned over the side of the bed, making eye contact with the boy on the floor "wanna get Charles tomorrow?" you asked him. "The day I say no is the day the world ends" he replies. You laughed as you rolled under your covers, Arthur standing up and getting into the bed next to yours, agreeing to come up with the prank tomorrow.

I was lying awake in bed, I couldn’t sleep. All I could think about was how Arthur came out of the shower earlier, his glorious torso on display, towel so low you could see his v-line. All I wanted to do was go over and kiss him silly, he’s so hot when he’s cranky. My crush on his has lasted years and he has no idea. I couldn’t ever tell him, it would ruin our friendship and I don’t ever want to lose him. If we’re friends forever then so be it. I put my earbuds in and put on a good playlist, drifting off to my favourite song.

I woke up the next morning with a crushing weight on my chest and hair tickling my nose. It wasn’t until I felt the fingers tickling my ribs thats I started wriggling around, trying to get the giant on my body. “Arty what the fuck” I grumbled “I was having a really good sleep you prick”. He chuckled and rolled off me, lying next to me a pulling me body into his. I looked up, nearly bumping his nose with mine. I was really hoping he couldn’t feel how fast my heart was beating. “We have a prank to plan”

After you finished getting ready, you hopping in the car with Arthur and headed towards the paddock, brainstorming pranks in the car. “I came up with a brilliant one” Arthur tells you. “Ooo what is it?” My curiosity peaked. We haven’t been able to think of any good ones for Charles all morning. “We should kiss” he said nonchalantly. If I had a drink I would have choked on it, instead I stuck to internally freaking out while my heart started beating out of my chest. “Umm what? I don’t get it. How is that a good prank?” I stutter.

Arthur laughs “just think about it. He walks into his drivers room to find his younger brother and childhood best friend making out, our hands all over each other. You could sit on my lap and we could really go to town, Charles would walk in and freak out. He might even faint!” It hurt a little to think that Arthur only wanted to kiss me for a pranks, but there ain’t no way I’m passing up and opportunity to kiss my crush, even if it isn’t supposed to mean anything.

“Ohhh I get it, that’s would be fucking hilarious. We just have to time it really well and make sure no one sees us go in there” I add on. Arthur agrees “that’s it then, the perfect prank” I chuckle at his declaration. We pull up the paddock, scan our passes and make our way in, making small talk with people but never straying too far from each other.

We saw Charles doing some media before he needed to go in and change into his fireproofs and race suits. I tapped on Arthur’s and should and pointed at his brother, explaining my thinking. I agreed and we rushed inside the Ferrari garage, making our way to the drivers room. I hung around the front of it, keeping an eye out Charles so we could start making out at the perfect time.

A huge group of people made their way, signalling that Charles was moving closer. You could hear him and Carlos talking about the track as they came closer. I quickly slipped into his drivers room, finding Arthur already sitting on the bench. I walked over to him as he patted his lap, “hang on” I semi whispered. I could hear that Charles and Carlos had stopped walking, they couldn’t have been too far from the doors. Once I could hear Charles getting louder I looked back at Arthur, “you ready Arty?” I asked. He nodded and pulled me into his lap.

I moved me knees to go on their side of this body, my right hand slide to the back of neck, sliding my hand though his hair and I grabbed a handful of his fluffy hair. My left hand sling around his broad shoulders. His left hand dipped under my shirt to hold my waist, his other hand wound around my neck. He offered me a kind smile as he used the hand around my back to guide me towards his lips.

It started with small pecks, quickly moving to Arthur slipping his tongue into my mouth, exploring while he got the opportunity. Moved myself closer to him, gripping his hair harder which caused him to let out a low moan. I heard the door to the driver room open as I kept making out with my best friend. The hand around my neck moved to ass, moving me to grind on him a bit.

Charles and Carlos stood in the doorway, dumbfounded before Carlos turned to Charles and said “told you they had a thing for each other, cabrõn” and walked off. Charles stared at his friend as he walked off. He looked back at us, still making out as he walked in. He slammed the door shut, making us jump. “What the fuck is going on? Why are you making out? Why are you doing it in my drive room? Oh my god I need to sit down” he rambled.

I got off Arthur as we started cackling, Arthur turned to me and said “told you it was a good prank, he’s absolutely freaking out” I laughed and looked back at Charles. He looked at us like we just old him Santa wasn’t real. “Wait, this is a prank?” He asked as we nodded “I thought I wouldn’t have to listen to Arthur whine about you anymore y/n but this is going to make it so much worse” I was about to ask something when Arthur grabbed my arm and dragged me out.

Once we got outside the garage I stopped Arthur. “Hang on, Arty. Just stop for a second” he stared at the floor. “What did Charles mean when he said you were whining about me?” I asked him. He tried to deflect the question and walk off. I grabbed his hand, turning him to me and lifting his head the make eye contact with me, asking my question again.

Arthur sighed, putting his hands on either side of my face and kissed me. It wasn’t desperate like the previous make out. It was slow and loving. “I don’t really know to say this, now that Charles has outed me, but I’ve liked you for years. The more than best friends kinda like. The reason I came up with that kissing prank was to get the chance to kiss you, even if it is supposed to be to mean nothing.”

Arthur kept rambling, struggling make eye contact. He looked at him, then smashed your lips into his “I like you more than I best friend should too. I have for years” you smile against Arthur’s lips as he kissed you.

[mitsvriii]

"Nothing's New"

In which your partner is never going to pay attention to you, because they’re too focused on their dead lover

Bell’s notes: “writer bell goes too far with this fic-” im /j no ones gonna say that, angst powers pls work tho, like im asdlkfjawel;fjsd;jf;lska, i cant write dude, let me like, plan this out in my head before writing nonsense, LIKE BRO, feral over angst LORD, 100k likes and you get part 2 /jjjj, growling i love angst, MWHAHAHA, sorry ely, yuka, mhie, snob, and zee if you read this 😔😔😔, i listened to “IT Girl” while writing this 😋, got carried away with Ayato’s part oopsies, i believe Guizhong for the ladies but whatever 😔😔😔, cut out Wanderer & Childe in the end because i’m TIRED, not proofread

Story details: Ayato lowkey a bitch, scratch that highkey, reader has self-doubt, Neuvilette doesn’t mean to be mean he just ISSS, GUIZHONG DID NOTHING STOP MAKING HER THE ONE IN BLAME IN THESE ZHONGLI SCENARIOS, oh and I couldn’t be bothered with Xiao’s part like a quarter through he’s such a flexible yet straight character, it’s the way you can tell when I got lazy with each part, chance Xiao & Zhongli are gonna be ooc as i’ve never written anything but short headcanons for them before

Characters & Triggers: Ayato, Neuvilette, Xiao, & Zhongli;  reader has self-doubt, mention of death, mention of martial neglect

Reader details: female reader in Ayato’s part is explicit. female reader in Neuvilette’s part can be interpreted with the way you read it. the other parts, however, shouldn’t have a specified reader type. reader’s personality, race/ethnicity, height, physical descriptions, or anything of the sort is not mentioned. if anything is let me know and i’ll edit it. 

Ayato: No surprise the Yashiro Commissioner doesn’t pay attention to his new wife, the one that he didn’t marry first. You knew that he didn’t love you, and most likely never would because you were, in fact, the second pick. Actually, it was probably in the hundreds based on the amount of marriage arrangement offers Ayato had gotten considering he was one of the biggest figures in Inazuma. It didn’t matter, but he most likely picked you because your clan was a small one to put it lightly, so he most likely chose it, and you, because it wouldn’t be a hassle with the press. But of course, he would choose the person and clan that seemed, “easy”. It hurt seeing some of the people’s sympathetic stares, such as Ayaka’s, Thoma’s, and a few of the older women working in the estate. You got used to the lack of greeting from Ayato when he got off work, the lack of warmth beside you at night. You found it hilarious, although you were hysteric at the time as you had just found out that Ayato was off that day and neglected to see you, that he never, ever laid down in the same bed as you. It doesn’t matter no matter how hard you work around the estate, how long you sit up doing his work, which you soon quit once he yelled at you like a homeless dog, or even the distinct flower you made out of one of Ayato’s favorite sweets that he ignored. Not even a glance at your general direction, either. After a while, you decided to do some digging on his past wife, only to find out that she was in fact near perfect. Perfect reputation, perfect everything, to put it shortly. Shortly after asking Ayaka what happened to her, by pulling the sad, guilty wife card, you found out she was a victim of an assassination attempt that turned into a success. Of course, Ayato and his perfect wife would only be torn apart by death. It was poetic, and it made you sick. So what were you to do but endure the slow torture that you and Ayato’s marriage was? After all, nothing you could do could change how he felt about you. 

Neuvillette: The famous hydro dragon, at least to those who knew his ‘secret’. His past lover, unfortunately, died before him, no doubt to his immortality. Of course, you would soon die, maybe in a few decades but, hey, it wasn’t like he would miss you. You could only wait awake at night as Neuvillette went to fix himself his own meal, despite you staying up to cook him one and await for his return from work. It’s not that was the only time he never paid attention to you, after all the man had most likely been grieving his wife for centuries at this point in time. So what were you to do besides stay and watch this man be emotionally constipated around you? Why did he even marry you in the first place, then? It couldn’t be because his past wife resembled you, and it certainly wasn’t because you both acted the same. Was it because he needed someone to cling to? I mean, you weren’t exactly someone who seemed to not fit the criteria of a compassionate co-worker who would comfort Neuvillette in his times of distress. Did Neuvilette only come to you because you were his way of grieving? It would make partial sense, to cling to the nearest piece of comfort to help with the pain of loss. It made you feel like nothing but an object meant for his emotional wants, but in reality, that’s all you ever are and will ever be to him. 

Xiao: The famous adeptus long ago, had someone close to him. Shame they fell to waste during the archon wars, along with the other adepti. It was no surprise that everyone familiar with Liyue stories knew about the two of them together, which unfortunately included you. It didn’t pain you that much until your oh-so-loveable boyfriend got distracted by two kids playing with a Xiao lantern and one of her. After that, it only devolved into more. The lack of visits to your room in the inn, the lack of responses whenever you left your little notes for him near your meet-up place, and the extreme lack of thank-you-notes whenever you left Xiao almond tofu. It didn’t matter that you started to skip and completely ignore doing all of these things just to see if he would notice because the adeptus failed to appear in your room just to check in to see if you were okay. This behavior was unlike him, at least in the sense of him completely ignoring you. The only answer you could think of, that logically made sense, of course, was that he was reminded of his past loved one because of the run-in with the lanterns you two had while out in Liyue. So in terms, he seemed to disconnect with you because of the memories of his past significant other? You knew the adepti didn’t die peacefully, you could tell that much from the stories, so it wouldn’t be surprising if that also applied to Xiao’s past lover. There was nothing you could do about it though, because if you knew Xiao, he wouldn’t talk about her to you nor push her aside for you.

Zhongli: Guizhong. Of course, you were familiar with the name, everyone in Liyue was. Everyone might be a stretch considering the visitors and children, but the point’s been made. Morax and Guizhong were close. Close in a sense of possibly having relationship affairs but that was only explicit to you because of the way your lover would glace at glaze lilies. You couldn’t call him your lover, could you? Not with the way he would hum to the glaze lilies, the way his eyes would also drift away from you whenever you talked as you took strolls through Guilu Plains, and the way he would opt to tell stories of specific tales of his time as Morax, ones that included Guizhong in some way. It got to the point where you had to make up tasks that you had to do daily just to get away from the walks you two took, not to hear the different-yet-similar stories of Morax and totally not Guizhong. It was childish of you to be doing so, you had yourself convinced, as you couldn’t blame Guizhong for any of it. She had no part of this besides well, besides being your number one stressor for the past few weeks. It was tiring yet somehow for the sake of not wanting a glare or side-eye from Zhongli about his stories, which you never thought you’d get that tired of hearing, you kept your mouth shut, despite how hard it was. You knew it would only take so much more, though, before you said something about it. 

[iceclew]

Well @oxandthorn, consider this totally your fault.. <3

I warned you like.. I'm gonna be totally obsessed with the idea of him having glasses..

So here's some stoobid sketches I came up with... and at least in my head some of those were hilarious, lol.... like... I need this Detective Conan KN8 AU in my life now... Hoshina is sort of the 3rd Div. detective boy anyway, so might as well shrink him to bbe Soshiro and make him solve the case. <3

Ah yes, in case you missed it - the idea is based off of oxandthorn's wonderful oneshot about my fav. blorbos <3

Kafhoshi Fanfiction, man I'm in love with it..

full fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56776090

read it or Hoshina's glasses gonna kick ur ass., lol

[janeyseymour]

She

an anon requested this song fic based on Dodie's song. It's a really beautiful song about longing... and i attached is my own cover of the song if you'd like to hear my version of it :)

WC: ~2.6k

From the first day you began working at Abbott, you knew Melissa Schemmenti was an ethereal being. She was perfect- stunningly gorgeous, hilarious and quick witted, fiercely protective of those who she cared about- never one to back down from a challenge or threat that presented itself. And somehow you wormed your way into her heart- you still don’t really know why or how. 

Apparently, you were the absolute opposite of someone who would find themselves interacting with Melissa. You were just… you. You were young. You were positive and fun-loving, coming in with your hair done up nicely and always wearing something that had flowers on it. You were far from the blazers and jackets that she wore, but also just as far from the leather that she was usually clad in- your style was more Janine-esque. And oh how she loved to make fun of her colleagues outfit choices most days with her big skirts and ill-fitting sweaters, the clogs and shoes that didn’t have laces. The difference between you and Janine was that your clothes were shaped to your body, showing off your figure instead of hiding it- you wonder if that’s why she doesn’t make comments about your bright and sunny disposition.

But she liked having you around- she made it a point to keep you close to her during staff meetings, lunches, and outside of school- going as far as letting you come over for dinner and making you various meals.

And after so much time spent with the redheaded woman who loved to play hard and tough but was actually one of the sweetest souls, you find that you’ve developed feelings for her. The more time you spend with her though, it makes it harder and harder to mask and keep under wraps. Because she means everything to you, but you doubt she’ll ever know that. And oddly, you find that to be okay because you would rather have her in your life as a friend than as nothing at all. 

——

But are you allowed to look at her like that? Could it be so wrong when she’s just so nice to look at?

You’ve had ample time to look at Melissa- she’s always sitting next to you or across from you if you’re at her house. You would be lying if you said that you never stole a glance at her figure- it’s killer. But what really draws you in is her face and the way that she is so expressive with everything she does. Her eyes light up when she’s happy, and the way that she scrunches up her nose when she finds something so delightfully adorable melts your heart. The redhead’s smile is radiant, and you swear it could light up even the biggest of cities all on its own. And when she’s sad, you see the way that her usually sparkly emerald eyes dull just slightly in disappointment or regret. It’s in the way that she bites her lip subconsciously when she’s hesitant or nervous about something. 

“What’s got you dancing in here?” you ask as your eyes take a glance at the redhead’s voluptuous figure. Your eyes quickly flit up to her face though, and her eyes are brighter than usual, and you love the way that her smile meets her eyes.

“Just a good day,” she grins at you. “My cousin lost a bet, so I don’t have to make dinner tomorrow night!”

“Oh?” you raise a brow.

Melissa nods. “So, we’s getting Vin’s hoagies tomorrow. You’re still set to come over, right?”

“You know it,” you chuckle back. “As long as you promise I ain’t gonna get sick off ‘em.”

“You won’t. Half those reviews are full of shit.”

-

She doesn’t look thrilled coming into the break room for lunch today. Her eyes are dull, and there just isn’t the same pep in her step that there usually is when she sees you. She sits down quietly at her designated seat, keeping her head down and her mouth shut. She hardly touches her lunch that day.

“What’s got you down, Red?”

“I’m fine,” Melissa blinks quickly a few times. She tries to bring back the sparkle 

in her eyes, but it’s lacking. And it’s still lacking come the end of the day when the two of you walk out together.

“C’mon,” you say softly. “Tell me what’s going through that pretty head of yours.”

She sighs. “I think I have to break it off with Gare.”

“Oh?” you raise a brow as you adjust the strap to your backpack.

“It’s just not working out anymore,” she says quietly. “He wants more than I can give him now, and maybe ever.”

You reach out and take her hand gently. “I’m here if you need support.”

“Thanks,” she says through a sad smile as she squeezes your handle gently before dropping it.

——

And she smells like lemongrass and sleep, she tastes like apple juice and peach.

Your phone rings to life at the ripe hour of one in the morning. There is your favorite coworker’s smiling face; and with you knowing what she was going to do earlier in the evening, you answer.

“Mel?” you ask, trying not sound as though you weren’t just in one of the deepest slumbers of your life.

“Please… come over.”

“Are you okay?” you ask her softly as you pull the covers back and slip on the sneakers by your bed.

You hear her sniffle. “Not really… no.”

“I’ll be there in ten,” you promise her.

And you are. Without the hustle and bustle of the city to detour you, you’re able to pull up to her townhouse in just seven minutes. When she opens the door, you can immediately smell the scent of lemongrass that is coming from the diffuser over in the corner, and she looks exhausted- as if she’s just woken up herself. But she’s also holding a glass of wine, so you really don’t know what you’re walking into. 

“Mel?”

“I- I thought I was fine. I was drinking some of the apple wine that you know I like and I dozed off on the couch. When I woke up… it hit me that I’m- I’m single again,” she whispers. “I don’t want to be alone right now.”

“Okay,” you reply just as softly as her. “That’s okay. I’m here to keep you company.”

She nods as you reach for the bottle of peach wine that she keeps for you at her house. After she’s finished off the apple wine, she pours herself a glass of the peach.

The two of you begin to spend much more time together now that she doesn’t have to go out with Gary for dinners and for various events that his company would invite him to.

——

Oh you would find her in a polaroid picture.

Since her breakup with Gary, you and Melissa have been joined at the hip. It makes her feel less lonely, and you don’t mind being able to spend time with the woman that you’ve realized is essentially the woman of your dreams.

The two of you are currently out thrift shopping when you come across an old polaroid camera. You pick it up with wonder in your eyes. Melissa comes up behind you with a smile dancing across her lips.

“You should get it,” she says quietly. “It’s cheap, and it’s definitely vintage at this point.”

One of the people working there sees that you’re interested in the device and makes her way over. “It’s got a roll in there too. Works nice. We tried it out when it got here.”

You grin, keeping it in your hands. When the two of you leave the store, the camera stays safely nestled around your neck. 

It’s a rather sunny day out, so the redhead has her sunglasses on and looks like she’s practically glowing. Without her noticing, because she’s walking across the street, you snap a picture of her. The Polaroid comes out, and you dry it quickly as you catch up with her before looking at it. 

Yeah, she belongs in that polaroid picture. When you show it to her, she rolls her eyes. But then she gestures for you to take another. You hold the camera up to your eye, and she rolls those striking green eyes again.

“With you in it, ya goof,” she instructs.

Your lips form into a small ‘O’ before you take it off your neck and face the lens so that you’re both hopefully in the frame. She playfully pretends as if she’s kissing your cheek when you do snap the photo. The film comes out, you dry it, and when you look at it… wow. Your heart swells, and she looks at it in approval as well. 

It stays on your fridge. 

——

She means everything to me.

She just does. It’s that simple. She’s Melissa Schmmenti, and you would be a fool for not seeing her for the absolutely goddess-like woman that she is.

——

I’d never tell. No, I’d never say a word. And oh, it aches. But it feels oddly good to hurt.

You would never, ever tell her of the feelings that you’ve developed for her. Not after she’s been so upset about breaking it up with Gary. Besides, you know she says things like ‘decisive women are hot’ but what does that really mean in the grand scheme of it all? And even if she was attracted to women, who’s to say she’s attracted to you- that you’re her type at all?

And somehow, you’re okay with not telling her of your feelings. Because at least you’re lucky enough to have the woman in your life. If you were to confess your feelings and then she was never into you, it would crush you. You wouldn’t want to lose her forever. So, you hurt in silence. And it feels oddly good to hurt over this one- because at least she’s there.

——

And I’ll be okay, admiring from afar, cause even when she’s next to me, we could not be more far apart.

You sit outside of your classroom for your preps most days, responding to emails and grading papers, because you like the change of scenery. It doesn’t hurt that you usually get to see Melissa Schemmenti roaming the halls to chat with her work wife or with any of your coworker friends.

You can always smell her and hear her before you can see her, the lingering scent of lemongrass and clacking of her heeled shoes letting you know that she’s on her way down the hall. When she passes, you smile up at her. She smiles back, giving you a gentle wave, before continuing down the hall towards her classroom.

Sometimes she brings her own things out to work with you- or at least next to you. But you’re still worlds apart. Her single days now consist of going out and staying out to forget about all her problems, while you enjoy the warmth of your home. She tells you about the different people that she meets out at the bars and how they’re good company at the time, but she’s not destroyed when she parts ways with them. You know deep down that you won’t be out at the bars trying to pick anyone else up anytime soon- not as long as your feelings for the redhead are as strong as they are.

——

Cause she tastes like birthday cake, and storytime, and fall. But to her, I taste of nothing at all.

Coworker birthdays usually mean birthday cakes, gatherings, and just enjoying the company of each other. And at the beginning of the school year, your birthday falls on a Saturday. So naturally, you surround yourself with those that you love- your coworkers. Your parents are too far away, you don’t necessarily have friends around here. So, the Abbott crew is at your townhouse, happily sitting outside and enjoying the last of the Summer air with a few beers in hand before the crisp Fall air pushes in.

Melissa had taken it upon herself to make your birthday cake this year, and it’s perfect. It’s absolutely divine, and you can’t help but watch as she eats her own creation. She knows its damn good- you can see her smirk as the others praise her baking. 

As night falls, the cool air sneaks in, and you’re reminded that Fall is just around the corner. And as the moonlight, along with the streetlights out front, light up your backyard, stories begin to come out of times before you had joined the Abbott crew.

Barbara tells you all of how her and Melissa came friends, Mr. Johnson tells stories that you take with a grain of salt but deep down now that there are little bits of truth sprinkled into his tall tales. Melissa lets all of you know that compared to when she started, y’all are soft.

You hang onto her every word, and she looks to you occasionally, but her eyes mostly stay on her work wife as she reminisces about what she claims to be the good ol’ days.

Those tales that haunt the halls of Abbott somehow turn to other stories that don’t revolve around Abbott.

Compared to some of the other people in her life, you realize, you mean nothing to her at all. 

——

And she smells like lemongrass and sleep. She tastes like apple juice and peach. You would find her in a polaroid picture. And she means everything to me. Yes, she means everything to me. She means everything to me.

As your sitting on your couch alone on a Friday night, you stand to get some more wine from the fridge. Hanging on the metal box is that sweet picture of the two of you that you took on your polaroid. The other picture of just her is hanging there as well, as much as she tells you its ridiculous for you to have it hanging there- but you can’t help admiring her beauty. 

Just as your about to sit back down and dig into yet another mindless binge watch of your favorite television show, the doorbell rings.

It’s late, so you don’t answer- pretending to be asleep.

“It’s Mel, and I know you’re still awake,” you hear her voice call.

You make your way over to the door and open it. She looks… well she looks as beautiful as ever with her hair tied up messily and clad in her Eagles apparel, but she also looks beyond exhausted. But she’s here.

“You okay?” you open the door as you invite her in. Her smell lingers as she brushes past you, two bottles of wine in hand.

“I can’t sleep, as much as I tried, and I knew my favorite night owl would still be awake,” she tells you as she settles on your couch. She opens the first bottle- one that has hints of apple. Then she opens the other- a peach wine.

“You brought peach wine?” you raise a brow.

“I know it’s your favorite,” she shrugs. “What are we watching tonight?”

As the night continues on, you stay awake. But her head falls gently on your shoulder as she gives in to her exhaustion and is taken away into a dream- unable to stay awake with you and watch the world pass by in a gentle silence. 

You glance down at her. The frown lines or smile lines that are usually in her face are gone as she’s completely relaxed against you. Her warmth makes your heart swell. And she… she does mean everything to you- even if she’ll never know it. 

[hungerhutch]

LUCKY

Peeta Mellark X AFAB!reader

Summary: you're worried about him during the quarter quell

Tags: fluff, slight angst, insecure little Peeta baby😔, kissing, one or two innuendos, three uses of y/n, established relationship (your in Katniss's place, obvi)

wc: 3.134k

Notes: there is definitely not enough Peeta fics!! I'm also working on a hijacked Peeta fic based off of one of my favorite songs! (idk when I'll finish it). Enjoy! also reposting this since it flopped

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It had been three hours since Peeta hit the force field and Finnick had to resuscitate him.

You have been keeping a frantic eye on him, just in case there was another deadly object he wants to bump into (silly lil Peeta. You can’t take him anywhere fr fr). 

“y/n- I swear I'm fine. You don't have to keep watching me.” Peeta mumbles and glances at you.

“I know, I'm just scared.. Maybe you shouldn’t be so clumsy.” you tease, trying to calm some of your nerves.

“Ok, ok. I get it. I thought everyone knew I was the weak one in the alliance.” he chuckles and shakes his head.

 “What do you mean? You’re not weak, Peeta. You won the games.” you look at him and raise your eyebrow.

“Are you sure? I won the games because of you. I was just.. Lucky.” he looks back at you and shrugs.

“Lucky? Peeta, I’m the lucky one. We probably wouldn’t have made it together if you didn’t find those berries.” you sigh and scoot closer to him. He wraps his arm around your shoulder and squeezes you gently. “y/n.. Just because I found some berries, doesn’t mean I’m not weak. I’m just a baker.. You deserve someone who can take care of you.”

You gently grab his chin and turn his head to face you. “But you can. You’re the only person I feel safe with. And I like that you’re a baker. It makes you more adorable.” you giggle softly and stare into his eyes. 

“You’re just saying that.” he blushes faintly and rolls his eyes playfully.

“No, I'm not.” you brush away a piece of his hair and shake your head.

He smiles at you and wraps his other arm around you.

You rest your head in his lap and lean against him, smiling back up at him as he strokes your hair. 

“So it's true. I guess the ‘star-crossed lovers’ are actually real.” Finnick snorts, nudging Johanna next to him.

“Isn't it obvious? I thought it was hilariously clear when she started whaling on him and shouting at all of us after his heart stopped.” Johanna laughs, nudging him back.

“I thought she was gonna start punching me after i gave him mouth to mouth.” He laughs with her, glancing at the two of you.

“‘Peeta! Peeta! Omg Peeeetaa!!’” Johanna mimics you, laughing even harder with Finnick.

You glare at them and sit up from his lap. “Do you two ever shut up?”

“Oh please, we all know how you got that ‘baby’ inside you.” He grins and wiggles his eyebrows at you.

You roll your eyes and scoff. “You two make me sick.”

“Whatever, lover girl.” they laugh again and walk back over to the rest of the group

You sigh and lean back against him “I can’t stand them sometimes.” 

“Me either.. I just wish they would give us some time to ourselves.” he mumbles and kisses you on the forehead. 

“‘Wanna go for a walk? For a break?” you smile and raise your eyebrow

“Yeah, why not?” he smile back at you and stands up

“Hey ‘love birds’! Come back with another bun in the oven so we can get some sponsors, eh?” Finnick shouts and laughs harder. 

“Don't make me shoot you!” you shout back and grab his hand as you head deeper into the jungle.

You lean against a tree next to him and rest your head on his shoulder. “I miss home so much. I would do anything to have your cinnamon buns one last time before my stupid inevitable death.”

“Cmon y/n, you’re not gonna die. I’ll make sure of it.” he strokes the side of your head with his thumb. “Once we get home together, I’m gonna make you your own batch.” he chuckles and pecks the top of your head softly.

“Peeta, you know it's practically impossible to get out of this together, right?” you glance up at his face and smile sadly.

“I know, but I'm willing to risk those odds. I’m sure I'm lucky enough” he smiles back at you and moves his hand from your hair to your cheek.

You grin and pull him into a soft kiss. Not a forced one, for the cameras or for the capitol. A real kiss. 

“you don't have to kiss me if you don't want to.” he says after you pull away.

“I know.” you nod and kiss him again.

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[savemefromanepicoftimewasted]

The Gang's All Here

Biker!John Price X Wife!Reader

 It was adorable, you were the mom of the group when it came to everything, especially when they were on leave. You’d invite everyone over and feed them until they were all too full.

a/n:this fic was inspired by this GORGEOUS artwork by @yakowo and I could not get the idea out of my head, also for anyone who voted in favor for the tattoos? you're welcome (P.S. I'm so sorry for making you guys wait MONTHS for this!)

(These are the tattoos I picture John having!)

John wasn’t the type of person that you’d expect to come onto base riding a motorcycle, a Harley Davidson no less. So, when Soap and Gaz were outside cracking jokes together their jaws dropped as John parked the roaring beast. When the hell had he managed to find the time to ride? It felt like they’d been gone for the last year nonstop. Gaz had heard all about how much you missed John. It was adorable, you were the mom of the group when it came to everything, especially when they were on leave. You’d invite everyone over and feed them until they were all too full.

“Laswell approved the time off, we’re gonna get to spend Halloween with the missus this year.” Gaz was probably more excited than anyone.

It may have been due to the fact you were all planning on matching, Gaz had picked Simon’s name from the hat, while you and Johnny were going to be matching. John downright refused, saying he couldn’t trust the boys to pick his costume. He’d made you swear to secrecy, no one was allowed to know his costume until Halloween. You weren’t complaining though, not after he’d promised to let you help ‘grease him up’.

“Better not get too rowdy this year, lord knows Johnny nearly got arrested last time.” Of course that had been because someone had tried to roughly grab you when John was off getting you drinks.

The boys had always been quite protective of you, doing whatever they could to make sure you were safe and keep all the creeps away. You’d been married to their captain the entire time they’d all known one another, so you were the co-captain in their eyes. Johnny was definitely the most protective, he saw you as a little sister(even though you were older than him). Simon would simply glare at anyone who looked at you wrong, scaring them off before they could utter a single word. Gaz would throw down with anyone who dared utter a single bad thing about you, how dare you disrespect his co-captain!

“He said he’d be on his best behavior, something about not wanting to anger the missus this time.” You’d turned into a scolding mother when Johnny began to act out, it was hilarious to watch.

John had thrown you over his shoulder even while you were kicking and screaming to be put down so you could continue your scolding. Johnny learned that night not to piss you off lest he deal with your wrath for the rest of the night. It was a comical thing, knowing you could insight fear into a man who sees death for a living.

“Better not, she told me they’re doing matching costumes and I can’t risk her needin’ to get a costume last minute.” That wasn’t to say you wouldn’t be able to find something from your closet, but you’d planned this months prior.

“Simon and I are too, you’re gonna be the odd man out captain.” Gaz smirked over at the other man, noticing the way his brow raised slightly.

“You and Ghost are wearing matching costumes? How’d you convince him?” Simon wasn’t afraid to let loose and enjoy himself, but wearing a costume to match with Kyle? That was shocking.

“Said he wanted to wear something to help get some attention, can’t say much else.” Gaz was going to keep his lips sealed until halloween had arrived, it was going to be the surprise of the century.

John knew better than to try and pry, this was out of his hands and as long as you were happy, he was happy. His mind began to wander for a few seconds, what would the holidays be like when you had your own little tots running around. You’d probably dress them up into cute halloween costumes and take them trick or treating. It didn’t sound like such a horrible thing at the moment, seeing you take the little ones up to the doors to get candy you’d sneak for yourself. No, no thinking about things like that when you’re at work and have important things to do, like a mountain of paperwork.

“Keep an eye on things and make sure the new recruits aren’t acting like idiots, please.” John waited for Gaz to acknowledge his words before heading down to his office.

The picture from your wedding day was the only one he’d been willing to take to base with him, not wanting to risk the wrong person knowing about you. His wedding ring sat alongside his dog tags, resting against his chest every day. It was a reminder that no matter how stressful things could be, he would always go home to you at the end of the day. They weren’t due for another assignment until the end of November, mainly because Laswell needed more intel first. Maybe that was the only reason they were allowed the few weeks of leave that was granted. Oh well.

It was nearing seven at night by the time John realized he hadn’t so much as left his desk to get a drink or even a bite to eat. Shit, you were going to absolutely ream his ass when he got home and you found out. This wasn’t the first time, and absolutely wasn’t going to be the last that he’d completely forgotten about himself. Simon had given him hell from time to time, telling him he needed to eat before you showed up at the base yourself. It had only happened once, though that was more due to the fact he needed the paperwork he’d forgotten and not because he hadn’t left his desk for..ten hours.

Standing up and stretching his tired limbs he groaned at the exertion and cracking from his idle bones. Shit, he had definitely been sitting for too long if standing for a few seconds sent shivers down his spine almost instantly. Time to get something to eat and head home for the next few weeks. He’d barely made it out of his office before Johnny was running over with what could only be described as childlike glee.

“Captain! Was hopin’ I could catch you.” The plus side of working alongside Johnny was that he could get shit done when necessary, the downside is when he was excited the man could talk forever.

“Just grabbing a quick bite and heading out, have you got your leave papers yet?” John didn’t have much time to talk, not if he wanted to make it home before you were in bed already.

“Just this mornin’, I wanted to ask about the bike.” Johnny was nervous, given that the last time he’d seen one was nothing more than a quick glance on their last mission.

“What about it?” John turned into the cafeteria, grabbing a plastic wrapped sandwich that was most likely made that morning.

Johnny wrung his hands together nervously, if questioned he would vehemently deny that his palms had become sweaty when asking his higher-up about something as simple as a motorcycle. Maybe he could just ask you about it instead, surely John had told you some things here and there and you’d managed to pick up any information.

“I uhh, I was wondering where you got it, she’s a beaut.” There, he’d ripped off the bandaid and didn’t need to make this any harder than it needed to be.

“Found her through a seller, she was in pretty rough shape so I’ve been fixin’ her up on leaves.” The bike was John’s pride and joy, second of course to you, but he loved his harley in a different way.

“Oh! Okay, that’s cool.” Johnny nodded, keeping a slight distance between himself and his captain.

“Any reason you’re asking?” John grabbed a bottle of water before turning to sit down at one of the open tables.

Johnny felt his nerves skyrocket, how does one admit they’d always wanted to ride but were too afraid of nearly getting themselves killed? His mother had given him hell for it, saying he’d lose his life by being reckless. It had deterred the idea for years, but seeing so many bikes made him want to do it anyway. 

“No reason, see you later cap.” Johnny nodded once before heading out of the room.

John wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t confused, it wasn’t often that people even saw him on the rumbling biped vehicle, but given the opportunity he always took it. Nothing more invigorating than feeling the wind whip around you, the sound of the bike echoing behind. You would beg John to take you for a ride constantly, especially on date night.

The recruits were quiet as they sat amongst themselves, discussing what their next drills would possibly be. It suddenly hit John how old he was, he’d been so used to making sure that everyone else was taken care of that he hadn’t taken the time to really look at life. You’d both discussed having children when the both of you were truly ready. If it came down that neither of you would truly be ready for a child, then neither of you would become parents. He’d just be the fun uncle that could send the kiddos home hyped up on sugar.

After he’d finished his sandwich and water it was time to head out. Any paperwork was sent off for review, and if it wasn’t up to Laswell’s standards she could wait until he was back. Getting home and relaxing for the rest of the night was high on his priority list at the moment. Maybe the two of you could order take out instead of cooking, maybe even a glass of wine to go along with it. You’d be dealing with everyone in a few days anyway, god where had the year gone that it was already Halloween again.

The sun was nearly gone by the time John had made it out of his office, grabbing the keys to his bike and heading towards the garage. Ghost’ voice was booming, words sharp as a whip towards whomever he was angry with. John sighed deeply before turning towards the shooting range, if it was a new recruit this could get ugly fast. And much to his annoyance it was not one, but four new recruits, each of them looked terrified as Simon nearly towered over them.

“Do you think this is a joke? Something to laugh about?!” Ghost was enraged, hands clenched into fists by his side.

“No sir.” They spoke in unison, each with their heads down, gazes locked on the floor.

“The next time you come in here thinkin’ you’re gonna play with the weapons, I will have you removed, permanently.” Ghost took gun safety quite seriously, one wrong move could end the lives of multiple people.

“Yes sir.” They all nodded, waiting for further instructions.

“Get out of my sight.” Ghost crossed his arms over his chest, waiting until they all scrambled away before turning to face John.

There were no words shared between the two men, neither of them needed to say anything to get their points across anyway. However, John wanted to make sure that Simon would be alright before leaving for the night.

“Still coming over for Halloween?” John was still curious on what Gaz had picked for the costumes, couldn’t be too bad.

“I promised your missus I would anyway.” No one on the task force could tell you no, it was adorable.

“I’ll see you then, make sure the recruits stay out of trouble.” John nodded at him, heading down to the garage so he could get home to you.

The night air was cold, bike rumbling beneath him as he wound his way along the roads that lead to your shared home. He’d sent a quick text to you before he left, telling you to order dinner so the two of you could relax together. Good food, a glass of wine, and the most amazing wife that he could ever ask for sounded like a perfect night to him. Now if he could ignore the clawing thoughts that came with work that would be even better. Laswell knew better than to call him unless it was an absolute emergency that he needed to attend to.

The light was on outside as he pulled into the driveway, parking the bike and waiting until it was settled to step off. The sound of music echoed through the partially opened window, the sound of your voice following along with the lyrics. John snickered to himself, it was definitely a song from your younger years, it was definitely a 90’s boyband. If you were letting loose, what would he walk into? Shaking off his shoulders he headed into the house, locking the door behind him before slipping off his boots.

“Baby!” You ran over, throwing your arms around his neck in a tight embrace.

“Hello to you too, having a party without me?” John’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush to his body.

“Never, can’t have a party without the man of the hour.” You pressed a light kiss to his lips, giggling as he tried to pull you back for more.

The two of you laughed happily, dancing together until the doorbell rang loudly, letting you know your dinner had arrived. You had mentioned a movie you’d wanted to see earlier that week, talking about how scary it was from your friends. John could handle some little movie no problem at all, everything about it was fake anyway.

“Alright, got our food, drinks, time to turn on the movie.” You wiggled into your seat, pressing play on the remote before digging in to your food.

The movie, for lack of a better word, was absolutely terrible. It was sort of a tradition in your home that during October you would watch corny horror movies whenever John was home. It was something you’d been adamant on, refusing to let the tradition die out. Of course you’d watch the classic horror movies to help break up the monotony of the bad ones. John had insisted you watch The Thing recently, until you remembered the kennel scene. Watching poor animals, even fake ones, get hurt always makes you upset.

“What do we watch next? We’ve got a few days before the party, and you don’t need to go back until after.” You popped a few pieces of popcorn into your mouth, chewing slowly so you didn’t get any kernels stuck between your teeth.

John pondered for a brief moment, he’d loved watching the classics, but maybe something new could be better? No, something from the 90’s maybe.

“What about Candyman?” It was one of your favorites, having grown up as a horror fan you clung onto the infamous movie.

“A man after my own heart.” You giggled and grabbed your remote to turn the movie on. 

The only light in your living room, besides the TV of course, were the string lights you’d hung up in the middle of September. You’d claimed it would help give ambience to the movie watching experience, and John definitely had to admit that it had. It gave off an eerie vibe that he couldn’t quite place, but given that it was Halloween he wasn’t going to complain.

You could practically recite the movie, the way Tony Todd portrayed the character of Candyman so well never ceased to amaze you. You’d wanted to have a career in film making, but given that the industry was one of the hardest to get into, your dreams were crushed. 

You wouldn’t have met John had you followed your dreams.

You hummed softly, it was true, had you followed your heart you would have never met your husband. Sure you probably would’ve met someone in Hollywood, but it wouldn’t have been the same.

“Wait, what are you wearing for Halloween?” You glanced over at your husband.

“I’ve got a pair of overalls I’m gonna grease up. Go dressed as a mechanic.” John was nothing short of efficient. He’d found them one day after going through his clothes and tossing out anything that was either too old, or had holes to be thrown away.

“Hmm, that works.” You turned and put your attention back onto the movie on your screen.

You and Johnny would be matching, while Simon and Kyle would technically be matching. It had started as a joke but after discussing it, you had all agreed and the plans were set in stone. The costumes arrived a few weeks after you’d ordered them, the boys all paying you back right away. John of course had no idea what you were wearing, and you weren’t going to tell him until the very night of. It was going to be quite the surprise, you couldn’t wait for him to see.

Halloween

You were pulling on your undergarments, not wanting to spoil any surprises your husband might find later before quickly pulling on your dress. You’d been tempted to order a wig to truly match but you didn’t want to risk it. Instead you fixed up your hair, placing the headband before pulling on a pair of pantyhose. After a quick glance in the mirror you were happy with your look, pulling on the shoes and heading down to the living room. The boys had all crammed into your home, each of them taking their respective costumes to go and change. John had run to the store to get one final bag of candy, promising he’d be back in time to head to the party.

Kyle walked out in his amazing glory, the fluffy coat showing off his amazing physique.

“I have to admit, you make an amazing Ken.” You snickered and twirled your finger, telling him to give you a full view.

The costume was perfect, down to the headband and sunglasses he’d managed to find last minute. It was the only thing missing out of his entire get up.

“What can I say? I was born to be a total stud.” He smirked before bursting into laughter, both of you righting yourselves as Johnny walked out.

“I forgot how much I hated wearing boots sometimes.” Johnny muttered to himself.

The two of you had dressed as Velma and Daphne, Johnny had offered to be Velma since he was already a natural brunette. You weren’t going to argue with the man, the dress gave your husband even easier access.

“If you can tuck the bottom of the sweater under itself, it’ll look better.” You walked over and helped him adjust the dark orange sweater, brushing down the fabric of his skirt.

“Bettah?” Johnny glanced at you, hoping you could head out soon.

“Much.” You smiled and stepped back from him.

Before any of you could say anything else Simon walked out of the guest bathroom, the hot pink outfit causing all of your jaws to drop open. How Kyle had convinced him to dress up as cowboy Barbie you weren’t entirely sure, but god did he look fantastic.

“I have to admit, you look fucking hot right now.” Your eyes were wide, hands reaching up to mess with the green scarf wrapped around your neck.

“Thanks, this is all Kyle’s idea.” Simon tossed his bag down beside the couch.

“I’m not complaining, those pants are doing so much for your ass right now.” Your cheeks heated up before you caught the way Johnny was also eyeing him. At least you weren’t alone.

The sound of the front door opening suddenly caught your attention, your husband made it home with a few minutes to spare. Such a procrastinator that one was, now you’d be rushing out the door to get to the party.

“Sorry! Nearly got into a fight with someone who almost hit me on the way home. I just need to get dressed.” John dropped the candy into the large bowl, turning to face the rest of you.

His eyes landed on Simon first, a slight brow raised before he saw Kyle, followed by Johnny, and then lastly you. 

“Don’t tell me. Kyle and Simon are Barbie and Ken, and you two are Daphne and Velma?” John snickered as he slipped off his shoes quickly.

“Good job, now go get dressed so we can leave!” You all but pushed your husband towards your bedroom.

You could discuss the costumes later when you were actually where you needed to be for the night, right now was not the time. The plus side is that you were within walking distance of the party, the downside was that you were definitely going to be late. 

“Jeez, your arms look even bigger.” Kyle blurted out as Simon flexed his arms. Johnny was practically drooling at the sight.

“Alright, you guys head outside and I’ll see what’s taking John so long.” You waited until they’d all left, mainly to make sure poor Johnny didn’t pass out.

Shaking your head you made your way down to your bedroom, pushing the door open slowly so you didn’t startle him.

“Hey hun, are you…” You trailed off as you saw your husband, the white tank top he’d dirtied and greased up showed off the sleeves of tattoos as well as his back piece beautifully.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, let’s go hun.” John spritzed a couple sprays of cologne before heading over to you.

You watched the way his muscles ripped beneath the fabric, eyes glancing down to his legs beneath the coveralls. The arms over his coveralls were wrapped around his waist, giving him the look of being an actual mechanic. Jesus you weren’t going to be able to keep your hands off of him at this rate.

“I’ll have to remember to have someone take a photo of us when we get there.” You grabbed your wristlet and headed out of the house with John.

The other three, that were locked in a heated discussion, all fell silent as they saw their captain in a tank top. 

“Holy shit, you’re covered in tattoos?!” Kyle was floored, he’d recently found out his captain rode motorcycles, but seeing this? This was all new.

“Oh, yeah, I’ve had these for years.” John merely shrugged, wrapping an arm around your waist as you all made the short walk to Kate’s house.

The music was loud enough that you could hear it outside, but it was clear that everyone was still able to have conversations. Kyle, Simon, and Johnny all took off the moment you got inside with John, causing you to roll your eyes. You just wanted one photo to at least remember the night, the costumes looked so good too!

“I’ll make sure they take a photo before we head home tonight, promise.” John pressed a kiss to your hair, leading you further into the party.

“Thank you.” You smiled as you leaned against him, avoiding any of the grease that could ruin your dress.

The party was lively, everyone complimenting your costume as well as John’s even asking a few questions about his tattoos. John was proud of the work he’d had done, especially the back piece he’d sat through over five sessions for. You loved when John got the recognition he deserved. The man was downright gorgeous, and you were reveling in the fact that he’d chosen you out of everyone.

The hours flew by, the drinks flowing through your system before John cut you off. He wasn’t going to risk getting you drunk like last time. You’d taken photos with all of your friends, giggling at the couples costume that Farah and Alex had done. He’d dressed up as a dinosaur while she was dressed like a handler. Everyone took photos with John, claiming they wanted to show off the tattoos he had and see if they could get something half as good. You knew better, it was only because of how gorgeous your husband was. You weren’t blind, even in regular clothes John was the most attractive man you’d ever met.

“Hey, why don’t I take you home? It’s getting late anyway.” John could see the way your eyes were drooping closed, exhaustion seeping into your bones.

“We gotta round up the boys too.” You’d offered up the spare bedrooms so they didn’t have to worry about driving home so late at night.

“Already did, sweetheart, so let’s go.” John scooped you up into his arms, saying goodbyes to everyone before making your way out of the house.

Your eyes slowly slipped closed as you rested against his chest, your feet sore from standing in the kitten heels for the last five hours. John didn’t so much as complain as he carried you to your shared home, opening the door to let everyone inside. Johnny didn’t hesitate to rip off his boots, tossing them aside before ripping off the sweater. John raised a brow at the younger man, watching as he hurriedly picked up his discarded items.

“Sorry, sir.” Johnny wasn’t going to let them lie around, would never do so in someone else’s home, but getting to strip down was his only thought.

“Just clean up, that's all I ask.” John turned and headed up to your bedroom, laying you on the plush mattress before turning to change into his own pajamas.

Your soft snores filled the air, chest rising and falling slowly as you slept peacefully on your bed. John chuckled and finished getting changed, turning to help you out of your own clothes. His eyes widened as he realized you had gotten new lingerie, jaw dropping open. He’d talk to you about it tomorrow, right now you were exhausted and needed some sleep.

After grabbing one of his more oversized shirts he helped ease you into the fabric, pulling off your headband and setting everything onto the dresser. You hadn’t so much as flinched the entire time, assuring John that you were completely asleep. He headed down to the living room, making sure the other three were settled before turning off the lights. It was fun getting to see everyone dressed up, simply enjoying themselves with good company.

“Thank you, for being the best thing I could ever ask for.” John crawled into bed beside you, pulling you flush to his chest.

You murmured softly in your sleep, wrapping your arms around his waist. There were definitely some things that the two of you needed to talk about. 

Those could wait, for now he would simply hold you and enjoy himself.

tagging: @gaylemonshark @thesinsoflust @dante-mightdie @mh073099

[melanieph321]

Hi there,

I'm a long time reader here and i really like all of your fics. I don't know if you're taking requests or not but if you do, could you perhaps make a fic based on this :

https://www.tumblr.com/youandiwerealive/748931841255522304/httpswwwtumblrcomyouandiwerealive74892968529?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/youandiwerealive/748933629341761536/flight-attendant-ruben-ok-but-how-about?source=share

Idk why but these brainrots really intrigued me and i think you have the capabilities to turn them into a fic

I understand if you don't take request. Anyway, have a good day ❤

I AM SCREAMING!!!!

Like no. I saw @youandiwerealive and anon, whom assume is you, talk about this. And I found it so hilarious and relatable. Ruben as a flight attendant 🤣🤣

Of course I will write this request. Even better. Imma make it a 3 parts series 🤪!

Ruben Dias x Reader - Flight Hours Part 1/3

Part 2 Part 3

Ruben and Reader are flight attendants on their way to Portugal. Although they are off to a bad start, the two end up finding common ground.

Enjoy!

Back to back flights were such a nightmare. But when you as a flight attendant complained to your bosses about it, they would hit you with the usual "It's holiday season, it will blow over" bull crap.

You made sure to arrive at your gate early. Earlier than the rest of your cabin crew members. It was a fancy plane this one, where passengers in first class could take a shower if they wished to. Since you weren't given a chance to do so this morning flying from Frankfurt to Dubai, taking a shower is exactly what you were going to do now. It wasn't exactly protocol of you to use the passengers' accommodation, though, especially not the first class ones. But since the airline had such high demand on personal hygiene and frankly a quite misogynistic beauty standard amongst it's employee. You saw it fitting for you to at least clean yourself ahead of your flight.

"Excuse me, is somebody in there?"

"No, wait!"

However, just as you were rinsing out your hair, someone unlocked the doors, exposing you mid shower.

"Puta." The man said, or more so gasp. His eyes shamelessly traveled down your naked body, eyeing you like some kind of prey.

"Shut the fucking door!" You shouted, however the man remained in the doorway, causing a draft. He was another flight attendant, you were sure of it. You could tell just by the way that this sort of situation failed to startle him.

"You must be Frankfurt?"

"Pardon?" Your hands left your hair, a sudden urge to cover yourself. However, the man had already seen it all.

"You came in this morning, no? From Frankfurt Airport?"

"Right."

"I'm Ruben Dias, I'll be flying with you from Dubai to Lisbon."

The man was such a dickhead, having audacity to offer you to shake his hand, with a large grin on his face. Mind you that you stood before him in a shower, butt-naked.

"I'm Y/N." You shook his hand just to end the conversation and for him to go away.

"Nice to meet you, Frankfurt. And what a lovely tattoo."

"You fucking...."

Ruben shut the door in your face, his laughter trailing down all the way to the cockpit where he probably ran to tell the captains about your encounter. Your hand went to the butterfly tattoo on your hip, awfully close to your....you know what. If Ruben had spotted it, he would have also seen your newly waxed kitty cat on full display.

"What a fucking nightmare of a flight this is gonna be."

Based on how it started you expected the worse, however, things turned out pretty quiet on your side. Luckily for you the two male flight attendants were assigned to first class, while you and another female flight attendant stayed back in economy. It was the first time sexism worked in your favor. However, you ran into Ruben every now and then when the two of you were either on a break or topping up your snack and beverage carts.

"Frankfurt? What a pleasure meeting you here."

You rolled your eyes,  having heard Ruben coming from a mile away. He always seemed to leave first class with a trail of giggling women. It wasn't uncommon for flight attendants to be charming, but to flirt with passengers was simply unprofessional.

"My name is Y/N, not Frankfurt."

"It doesn't matter up here." Ruben said, reaching for something in the cabin above your head. The smell of him invaded your nostrils without consent, the worst part being that he smelled amazing.

"What do you mean?" You asked.

Ruben had gone to grab himself a can of coke and two plastic cups. Your name doesn't matter up here in the sky." He explained. "It's no mans' land. Up here, we only care about where you came from and where you're going. Up here, you're Frankfurt, and I'm Portugal."

"Well, that's stupid." You muttered.

Ruben chuckled and poured the can of coke into the plastic cups. "Here." He said, offering you one.

You only accepted because you were thristy, not because of the way Ruben was staring at you as your hands touched when he handed you the cup. Nor because of the way that the soft lights hit his face as he leaned back against the wall, regarding you even more seductively.

"So..." He sighed, after finishing his cup of coke, waiting for you to do the same.

"So." You smiled, perhaps your first time doing so, at least in front of Ruben.

"Are you member of the Mile High Club?"

You should have known that only something stupid would come out of that pretty little mouth of his.

"Wait, wait. I'm just kidding." Ruben said, grabbing your wrist as you turned your back on him. "Jesus Frankfurt, is it that hard for you take a joke?"

"For your information, nothing of what you say is funny to me. And to answer your question, no, I've never fucked in a airplane bathroom. As a flight attendant yourself you should know how disgusting and unhygienic that would be."

Ruben regarded you with interest, shrugging his shoulders. "It doesn't have to be in a bathroom, could also be in a shower."

"Fuck you."

The last thing you saw was Ruben's large grin. You left him on your way back to economy, where you planned to spend the rest of your flight, avoiding Ruben at all cost. It was incredible, though, how handsome he was. How the stewards uniform suited him as if it was tailor-made. It outlined his braud shoulders and swollen biceps. If it wasn't for his big mouth, you wouldn't hesitate to go for a man like him. And, no, it wasn't unusual for flight stewards to have affairs with each other, certainly not when the airline was paying for your hotel rooms. However, once you landed in Lisbon, all you wanted to do in your hotel room was to sleep.

Part 2 Part 3

[bteezxyewriter12]

Demon- San

Pairing- San x Named Reader

Word count- 2.9k

Includes- Demon San (not literal demon), Dom San, San is strong, cock riding, reverse cowgirl, wall sex, blow job, deep throating, face fucking, cum eating, abs riding, squirting, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, so much fluff

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San POV

"Sannie...can..can... I cum now?", she whines, her hips moving, bouncing up and down my cock

"Nope", I answer, watching her ass bounce, her hole taking my cock so easily as she's completely drenched

"Saaannnnie"

"Nope baby girl", I grunt, "You just had to be a bad girl and try to get me jealous didn't you?"

Flirting with the guys right in front of me

Knowing I'd get jealous

"I wasn't-"

She's silenced by the hard slap I give her ass

"Don't lie to me. You made me jealous on purpose. Not nice", I growl, "So take your punishment like a good slut"

She whines, her cunt completely creaming my entire cock and leaving an erotic white ring around my base

So pretty

She's been riding me in the reverse cowgirl position for about half an hour

And she's almost cum so many times but I'm not letting her

She knows she can't cum until I tell her

She wanted to play the fuck around and find out game

Now she's finding out

Her pussy unclenches from my cock as she tries to hold back her orgasm

"Good girl. Ride my cock"

I let the intense pleasure of her tight throbbing cunt wash over me again and again, my eyes glued to her little hole taking me in, straining around my cock

I'm a little too big for her but she stretches widely to get around me

She bottoms me out every bounce, my cock going so deep into her, she says she can feel it in her tummy

My naekkeo is so beautiful, I was shocked that she existed the first time I saw her

And when I found out she was sweet, kind, caring, hilarious, I fell for her immediately

But she has a dark side too, a teasing side that comes out sometimes

The teasing I can do without, but the dark side I'm good with

That comes out when we're fucking and she's fucking kinky

Like right now, I know she wants to cum but she loves when I deny it to her

She loves when I tell her what to do, when to cum, how to move

And I'm all for it

She plays on my cock, her cunt taking me in and rocking on me, using my head to rub her spot, her cunt clenching so fucking tightly its sending mind blowing bliss through my body

"Sannie please!"

"Aww does baby girl wanna cum?", I mock

"Yes Sannie"

"Hmm, then maybe baby girl shouldn't have made me jealous"

"I'm sorry! I'll be a good girl!", she cries, riding me so hard, her pussy is a blur on my cock, squeezing me so hard, I know she's right there

"Hmm fine I'll let you cum", I smirk, getting an idea

"Thank-"

"Hold it", I growl, "Not yet"

She whines but I slap her ass again to make her quiet

Her ass is so cute all red

"You can cum naekkeo, but not on my cock"

"What?", she squeals, looking at me over her shoulder, tears pouring down her face from her many orgasm denials

"When you're gonna cum you get off my cock and rub your little clit on my abs. Then you can cum"

"But but but....I wanna...wanna throb on your hard cock"

I shrug, "Should of thought about that before you flirting with the guys"

"Baby-"

"It's that or you don't cum at all"

Her wet eyes widen shaking her head, "I wanna cum. I'll cum your way"

"Yes, you will"

She bounces harder, bringing herself right there and I wait to see if she's going to listen to me

She cries out loudly, getting off my cock, moving back on me

I tighten my abs for her as she humps them, her clit sliding along my muscles

Her clit is so swollen, I feel it throbbing against my skin, making my cock harder than I thought possible

Her sloppy hole clenches around nothing and while she doesn't deserve to cum on my cock, I don't like seeing that little hole empty

So I move my hand, shoving three fingers in her hole and pumping them in and out of her pussy

"Sannie!", she whines, still rubbing her clit on me, her hole clenching my fingers so tightly

"Good girl. Cum for me", I demand, my fingers slamming her spot

"San!", she screams, her body shaking hard

Her pussy gushes out creamy squirt, making me smirk

Pulling my fingers out, I watch her soak my stomach and chest, decorating me so prettily

"Good girl", I murmur, watching her hole, her little body shake on top of me

When she finishes, I push my fingers deep inside her then pull out, running her cream down and over her pretty pussy lips

Goddamn, my girlfriend has the prettiest cunt I've ever seen in my life

I shake my head, taking myself out of the trance I was in

Slapping her ass, I tell her, "Off"

She immediately moves, sitting next to me on the bed

Standing up, I maneuver her so she's laying across the bed, her head hanging off the bed

Standing over her, I smirk

"Gonna fuck that tight little throat so hard baby girl"

Her eyes meet mine and she smirks, "There's my demon"

I just smirk wider, knowing she loves when I get like this

I've seen what ATINYs say

They put me in the demon line for performances

And she calls me her demon when I fuck her rough and hard

To be fair, I do feel the same things I feel on stage when I fuck her like this, so it's accurate

And I know she made me jealous to bring this out of me

Only performing and her can bring this out of me

Grabbing her chin, I angle her head the way I want, then demand, "Open your mouth"

She immediately listens, her mouth open wide and I push my head inside her

She starts sucking, her tongue swiping and licking between sucks, sending pleasure running up my spine

"Good girl. Such a good cock slut for me", I praise her, moving my hands on her boobs, squeezing

I let her have her fun and such my dick for a minute then I tell her to stop and keep her mouth open

She does and I shove my cock in her mouth and down her throat in one stroke

She chokes, her throat bulging so prettily, her body arching

"That's it baby. Relax for me", I tell her, rubbing her throat

She holds me in her throat, her body settling on the bed

"Good girl"

I can't hold back anymore and I start to move, short thrusts in and out of her mouth

Her throat constricts around my cock when she chokes and it feels so fucking incredible

"Such a fucking good mouth", I praise her, holding my cock down her throat, her mouth sucking hard, "Knows just what I like, what I want"

I pull back slightly, signaling for her to stop sucking

Her mouth slackens as I resume thrusting, this time pulling out to my head then barreling back in

There's so much spit everywhere, falling down her face, globs clinging to my cock when I pull out

It's so erotic and so fucking pretty to watch

She moans as I pummel her throat, fucking her like I'd fuck her cunt

Stopping so she can breathe again, I take her hand and put it on her clit

"Play with yourself for me", I order

Her hand immediately moves as I resume thrusting

I pinch and tug on her nipples at the same time, making her moan loudly, the vibrations running up my cock and into my body

Fuck, it feels so good

"Fuck naekkeo, your throat is so tight baby. Don't know which I love fucking more, you're cunt or your throat", I whine, increasing my speed

She whimpers, her hand moving faster but I know she can't cum from touching herself anymore

She needs me to touch her

Says I ruined masturbating for her

Which is fine by me, I love getting her off

I keep moving, so fucking close

"Gonna cum down your throat", I groan, "Gonna swallow all my cum for me?"

"Mmmm hmmm", she moans loudly

"Fuck, fuck, Joanne!", I cry, sheathing my cock in her throat, my length throbbing as I cum

Her mouth automatically sucks on me, swallowing around my shaft as I squeeze her tits, feeling her hard nipples in my palm, massive bliss taking over me

"Yes baby, fuck, swallow", I cry, "Good girl, fuck best mouth. Fuck"

When I finish, I pull out, then move my hands under her neck, holding her head up

She wiggles a little down the bed so I can lay her head on it as she sucks in air, still swallowing over and over

I rub her neck gently, "Ok baby?"

She nods, her wet eyes looking at me, "Yeah Sannie"

I smile, wiping her eyes, then kissing her lips softly

"Did you cum?", I ask

She shakes her head, "It's not working"

I chuckle darkly, "I'll make you cum"

Climbing on top of her in a 69 position, I slap her hand away, then lean down and pull her clit in my mouth

Sucking immediately, I moan around her throbbing bump, loving how swollen it is, how easily it is for me to play with it

"Sannie", she cries, her hands gripping the sides of my body

I go hard, sucking and biting her clit, slurping around her, like I can't get enough because I can't

Her cries of my name fuel me to go harder, making her cum the only thing in my head

Sucking hard, she screams my name as she cums, her body arching and shaking under me

I suck her through it, wanting to keep her clit in my mouth forever

When she finishes, I groan around her clit when my cock enters her warm tight mouth again

She bottoms me out, sucking softly, throwing me in pleasure

Pulling off her clit, I grab her legs, pulling them up, so her ass is off the bed

Keeping her legs open, I lick along her slit, tasting her cream, moaning loudly

Thank god she's so flexible

I keep moving my tongue, licking up and down rapidly, desperately as her mouth makes my cock harder and harder

Kissing her cunt once, I continue swiping my tongue over and over between her sweet puffy pussy lips, reveling in the way she tastes, the way she feels

As I slide my tongue down, the tip slips into her hole, her legs shaking hard in my hands

Hmmm, she likes that

I keep fucking her with the tip of my tongue, feeling her little hole clench hard

Each throb on my tongue sends pleasure to my hardening cock, just adding to what her mouth is doing

I dip into her hole again and as she tightens around my tongue, she screams on my cock, coming

I moan into her pussy, her cream surrounding my tongue and I lick as fast as I can to get all of her sweet cum

Fuck, the way she tastes is so fucking good, I swear I can eat her pussy all day, drink her cum all day

When she finishes, I lay her back down on the bed and pull out of her mouth

I immediately walk around the bed, lean down and pick her up

Her legs and arms wrap around me tightly as I lean against the wall, plunging deep into her pussy

I crash my lips to hers, kissing her hungrily, wildly, my tongue down her throat

She kisses me the same way as I fall into her

I move my arm, one at a time, under her knees then grip her hips

Lifting her up, I move her up and down my cock, the feeling of her tight cunt spreading open so fucking good

Breaking the kiss, I press my lips to her neck as she yelps with each thrust into her spot

"Fuck this pussy is so fucking good", I growl, "Drenching me like a waterfall. My cock feel that good?"

She nods, biting her lip, "So good Sannie"

"Mmm your pussy feels amazing baby. Always so good for me"

Her cunt pulses blissfully around my dick, keeping me in ecstacy

"Gonna cum for me?", I demand as I split her wide open, "Hmmm? This pussy wants to cum for my cock. Wants to soak me in cum"

She nods, whining, sobbing from pleasure

"So cum for me, my little slut", I growl

Shoving her down my shaft, she screams my name, squirt exploding from her cunt

Her fingers grip my shoulders so hard, her legs shaking

"Yes baby, so fucking pretty", I whimper, watching her pussy cum

Such a pretty little hole, straining around my shaft

When she finishes, I turn her around, pressing her against the wall, thrusting my cock deeply into her welcoming cunt

"Sannie!", she sobs, so pretty

"Yes naekkeo. That's it baby", I praise her, "Cry for my cock. Fuck, love those tears baby. So goddamn beautiful crying on my cock"

"Sannie", she repeats, her head against the wall, her eyes closed, sweat dripping from her hair against her gorgeous skin

God, she's a beautiful stunning sight

"Yeah baby, take my cock like a good whore", I growl, thrusting into her at the speed of light, bottoming out every time, "Split open for me, cream my cock good. Do you hear how loud this cunt is for my cock?"

The squelching sounds are so fucking loud, making a beautiful soundtrack

I glance down, moaning loudly from how much cream is around my cock, dripping down to the floor

"Mmm my creamy pussy is the best", I groan, "Decorating my cock so prettily"

"Sannie!!! I...I...."

"Mmm yeah", I urge her, "Cum for my cock and I'll fill your pussy for you"

She nods, sobbing out my name as she cums, shaking violently against the wall, cream pouring from her like her pussy is a faucet

"Yes fuck! Joanne! Fuck!", I yell, stars blasting in my vision, mind shattering ecstacy slamming into me as I bury my cock inside, shooting my cum into her throbbing orgasming pussy, "Yes baby, take it all. Fuck this pussy is so good. Fuck, milk my cock naekkeo, yes fuck"

Each pulse of her pussy sends pleasure running up my spine as her cunt sucks the cum from my cock

As we both finish, I lean against her, pulling her legs back around my waist, one at a time

I press kisses to her face, pushing her hair out of her face

Then I press my lips to hers in a gentle, sweet kiss, her lips kissing me back

I live for her kisses

It's awhile before we pulls away, both of us smiling at each other

"I love you", I tell her

Her hand cups my face, her thumb stroking my cheek, smiling softly, "I love you Sannie. More than anything"

I nod, "Me too naekkeo. I love you more than anything"

She smiles wider, kissing my lips softly

Then she lays her head on my shoulder, nuzzling into my neck

I move my arm under her ass, holding her against me

I walk from her room to the bathroom

Holding her tightly, I turn on the water in the tub getting a good temperature

Then I pull up the lever to keep the water from draining

She's breathing softly in my neck and I know she fell asleep

I just smile as I walk to her cabinet and take out one of her bath bomb balls

She loves these things and no joke has like thirty of them at any given time

This one is purple, a lavender something

I only know, from her, that lavender is supposed to be for sleeping and calming....I think

Getting the thing open, I toss it into the tub, then wait for it to fill up more

Once it's full, I shut the water off, then very carefully, get into the tub with her

Sitting down, I move her so she's sitting in my lap, her head still on my shoulder

Thank god she has a bigger tub than normal

She's a huge bath girl and made sure her apartment had a bigger tub with more room

She can literally stay in the tub for hours

I move my hands to her thighs, gently squeezing and massaging them, knowing she's sore

She rode me for like 45 minutes, then I had her legs spread again for like an hour

She needs a massage and more than that she deserves it

"Mmm Sannie?", she whispers, stirring in my arms

"Yeah baby"

"Where....", she trails off sleepily

"The tub baby"

"Oh..are...we"

"Staying for awhile? Yeah naekkeo", I answer

"Ok", she says softly, starting to move off me

"Stay baby", I tell her, tightening my arm around her, "I'm taking care of you ok?"

"Sannie-"

"Shh it's ok baby", I say, kissing her forehead, "I'm gonna massage you, clean us up then cuddle you in bed ok? All you have to do is relax and sleep"

I want to take care of her

I love doing it

We take care of each other but tonight she needs it more than me

"Ok naekkeo?"

She nods, her head dropping back on my shoulder, "Yeah Sannie. Thank you"

"Always baby", I tell her, kissing her forehead again

"I love you", she murmurs, pressing a kiss to my neck

"I love you", I tell her, smiling as I cuddle her

She falls asleep almost immediately and I just stay in the warm tub with her, holding my naekkeo

[chamomiletealeaf]

Can I request a Simon fic, he’s wearing thongs the ones that shows his whole ass his thongs are basically almost strings and reader falls and tries to grab onto him to catch herself but end up pulling his pants down by accident revealing his thongs and he’s a deer in headlight with wide eyes and his mouth his shocked open like a big circle.

OK I SAW THIS IN MY INBOX LIKE DAYS AGO AND I WANTED TO REALLY TAKE THE TIME WRITING THIS LMAO

OK SO

You see Simon working out in the gym on base. You were bored and thought hey, might as well go bother him or something.

You enter the gym and you see Simon lifting weights. He's there in his damn black sweatpants that fit him unfairly well, sleeveless hoodie, and signature mask. He's standing in front of the gym mirror, no earbuds or headphones like a freak, just... lifting weights you couldn't even pick up with both hands.

You go up next to him where the weight rack is and pick up a smaller weight and start lifting as well.

"Hey Simon." You say, and he just grunts.

You continue to lazily lift the tiny weight and Simon notices, wondering what you were really doing there instead of actually wanting to work out.

"Fuck are you doin'?" He asks bluntly.

"Just keeping you company." You smile up at him, continuing to incorrectly lift the tiny weight.

"Well stop lifting that weight like that. Gonna hurt yourself." He says, not stopping his reps.

You sigh, giving up the act and go to put the weight down. Maybe you'd just sit and talk to him instead.

You go to walk up to the weight rack but trip on the other little weight that matched the one you picked up. You had only picked up one and left the other one on the ground.

As you plummet forward you grab onto Simon's sweatpants since it was the closest thing you could get your hands on and it pulls them down right below his ass.

You look up to apologize to him for grabbing him but when you look up you try to hold in your laugh at what you see.

Simon stopped his movements, looking like a deer in headlights, big weights still in hand as he looks down at you.

You stare at each other unmoving. You're biting your bottom lip to try and not laugh and he's staring at you like if you moved he would kill you.

Simon is wearing a thong. Like a full on shoelace. His whole ass is out, and the bands of the black thong are so high up on his hips the band of his sweatpants just barely covered it, making it unnoticeable.

After about 10 seconds. You finally break. You let out a little giggle and say.

"Nice thong L.T. Makes your ass look really good." You snicker. And you must admit, his ass did look really good in it. Did wonders for the front view as well and if this situation wasn't so embarrassingly hilarious, you may have had a different reaction.

Simon puts the weights down, yanks up his sweatpants and pulls you up off the ground.

"Not a word sergeant." He warns with his finger in your face, then he walks out the gym, leaving you there.

When he leaves you break out laughing, pulling out your phone to text Johnny as you think:

He's never gonna live this down.

[nectardaddy]

Drama Fiend - Jean Kirstein

pairing: jean kirstein x reader, gender neutral, modern au, established relationship

synopsis: this man is messy and will do anything to stir the pot just for some tea, based on these headcanons I made a bit ago

notes: language, we don't hate Eren on this page but Jean is absolutely dogging him in this, silly fic I had in my mind for the longest time, kinda short

"Bruh- who are you even talking to right now?" He asked with a huff, brown eyes narrowing as he watched you type away on your phone.

"Glad to know I've devolved to bruh," you quipped without looking up. Your fingers quickly texting out a reply with a small scowl on your features. "And why do you care?" You asked with a small chuckle, watching as the man tried to sneak a peak at the phone in your hand. Clicking it off, you heard him groan loudly.

"Ugh- rude," he spoke with a moan and nudged your side with his elbow. "You never let me know anything!"

Letting a laugh escape your lips, you saw him roll his eyes once more and sink into the couch. "Because you'll start shit," you chuckled. "And you don't know how to keep your mouth shut."

"I don't know how to keep my mouth shut?" He asked exasperatedly, sitting up from his position on the couch - ready to prove his point. "What about the time you told Connie I pissed myself when I was drunk? You didn't keep your mouth shut then!"

A howl of a laugh escaped your lungs at his remark, knowing he genuinely was trying to prove his point even further, but making himself look more like a fool. "Because that was hilarious!" You choked out through laughter, "I still can't believe you did that!"

Through your laughter, that he wholeheartedly tried to ignore, biting the side of his cheek with a huff to not reply back, his eyes caught your phone screen once more. The black screen lighting up as another message came through piqued his interest a bit too much, and he lunged quickly to grab it.

"Jean!" You yelled, but you were far too slow to react, and you watched as the man grabbed the device from next to you. "Oh god, here we go-" you grumbled, rolling your eyes as he unlocked your phone with a grin.

There was a moment of pause as you watched his eyes read over the messages, his eyes flashing up to you once he finally finished reading. "That greasy little fuck," he remarked, your phone still in hand, "why didn't you tell me Yeager texted you?"

"I was going to tell you after I had thoroughly bruised his ego," you quipped. "But you're so nosy I didn't even get the chance." You truly did have all intention in letting the man know his "acquaintance," as he called him, had messaged you. Eren had simply asked if you would like to accompany him to dinner, a generic request at best but one that lie in murky waters. Murky waters that Eren knew would piss Jean off.

"I'm replying," he laughed out as he quickly rose from the couch, a grin that superseded him. "I'm telling him you changed your mind, and you're going."

You rolled your eyes at the man's statement, if you could roll them any harder they would simply go to the back of your head. "Why?" You asked, but you had already known the answer before asking. Jean Kirstein lived and breathed for moments such as this.

"Because this shit is gonna' be hilarious, babe."

[laura1633]

Laura, we need a fic based on that comment (Max can suck lec‘s d).

Like someone showing one of them this comment and Max/Charles then goes slightly insane over it and can’t stop thinking about it or something like that.

No, seriously I would love if you’d be up to write this 😍

Haha, love it anon 😂 I was going to write a very quick drabble about it because I have so many one shots lined up that I wouldn't have time for more but it turned out to be almost 2000 words somehow.

-

“George probably argued the wall turned in on him” Daniel cackles as George reads out the tweet, to the Brit’s credit he is still smiling but he doesn’t look particularly pleased. 

“Whose idea was this again?!” Alex tries not to laugh but some of the online comments have been pretty on the nose so far. 

“Mine” Max grins, “It is best not to take these things too seriously” the Dutchman takes another swig from his gin and tonic and reclines back in his seat as the group take turns reading out mean, rude or just downright hilarious comments about themselves. 

“Then I think it’s your turn again” Daniel grabs his phone, “I found a great one, a whole account that seems to have been set up just to let everyone know what a douchebag you are. Their words not mine” 

“I think you’ll find there are a lot of those accounts” Max laughs as he takes the phone from Daniel and reads the comments the Aussie has found. 

“Max better get used to looking at Charles’ rear end this year. Charles WDC incoming” Max snorts as he reads it. 

“Is that so funny?” Charles frowns.

“No” Max hums, “But as much as I would love to spend the year looking at your “rear end” I unfortunately will be a few tenths ahead by the end of the first lap” Max grins

“Few tenths” Charles rolls his eyes. 

“Oh here” Max starts laughing again, “Max can suck Leclerc’s D, I am gonna assume they mean dick” 

Charles almost chokes on his drink. 

“I’d make quick work of that too” Max says with a ridiculously huge grin on his face, “Get you off a few tenths quicker than anyone else can” 

Charles’ face heats up, red spreading all the way to the tips of his ears. 

“What?” Max glances at the mixture of expressions around the table, from shocked to confused to laughing hilariously and then to Charles who looks - well a little like he is going to pass out, “You all think I don’t know how to suck dick? Look at these lips”

Max pouts, pushing his lips together to make them look plumper, as if that is necessary. Charles tries not to look but he can’t help himself, they do look like they belong around a dick. Fat and juicy and nice and pink. Charles shuffles in his seat and tries not to think about it because he’s starting to feel his cock straining in his boxers and he is absolutely not walking out of here with a hard on about Max dropping to his knees. 

The thought doesn’t leave him though. Not when the conversation moves on. Not when he’s making his way back to the hotel. Not when he’s sitting in bed and pulling up videos of the Dutchman. He tells himself it is research, which would be far more truthful if he was watching race replays rather than interviews. He ends up down a rabbit hole, once he has watched one tiktok edit dedicated to Max’s mouth his phone knows that he needs more. More and more and more until he’s found a slow motion shot zeroed in on those lips. 

And fuck, they really are blow job lips.

If Charles were a more sensible person he would just jerk off to the video. He’s not sensible though and he’s not content with coming over his own hand. Which is why he finds himself pacing up and down outside Max’s hotel room door before knocking and fighting off the urge to run away. 

“You need something?” 

Charles’ brain short circuits because Max is stripped down to a tight pair of boxer briefs, unsurprising really given it is 4am and Charles knows full well he has gotten the Dutchman up out of bed. 

“Charles?” Max’s voice is all rough and raspy, his hair all over the place. 

“You would not get me off faster than anyone else” Charles mumbles, it is the single worst chat up line he has ever used. He thinks it might be the worst chat up line anyone has ever used. He’s not even sure if it is a chat up line. Max’s eyes light up though and there’s a wicked grin on his face as he welcomes the Monegasque into his hotel room. 

“Sorry Charles” Max flicks on the light in the room, “You might have to repeat that for me” 

“I just - , what you said earlier. You are not an expert at everything you know” Charles isn’t sure what he is really doing, riling Max up was the plan but it seems silly now. 

“I never said I was” Max is wetting his lips with his tongue, “Just a few things - racing and sucking dick I guess” 

Charles tries to catch the whimper before it leaves his mouth but it fights its way out anyway. 

“I don’t believe you” Charles chokes out. He does believe it though. For some reason he fully believes it when Max says he’s good at sucking dick. Which is crazy really because until a few hours ago he’d always thought Max was straight. Then again he still considers himself straight and yet he’s in the Dutchman’s hotel room trying to goad him down on to his knees. 

“Charles” Max laughs faintly, “I am not going to suck your dick just to prove that I am telling the truth. If you want something you should ask nicely”

Charles feels his knees buckle, at this rate he’s going to be the only one dropping to the floor. Max is looking at him, his gaze unwavering, his stupid perfect dick sucking lips right there all wet and shiny now he’s run his tongue across them obscenely. 

“So Charles, is there something you would like to ask me?”

Charles’ skin burns under the embarrassment, “Max “ is all he manages to get out before his throat and mouth dry out. 

“It’s not quite time for you to moan my name, that comes later” Max smiles as he closes the space between them, “I am going to need you to ask for what you want Charles” 

Charles isn’t sure when Max became this -, this - 

Hot. 

Fuck Charles realises he might need to rethink everything he knows about himself because he’s always liked to be in control but right now his body is vibrating at the thought of Max making him beg for it. 

“I want you to do it” Charles mumbles quietly, his gaze flicking between Max’s mouth and his body. He’s all nice and broad and muscular, Charles has never quite appreciated that so much before. 

“Do what? You want me to do what for you?” Max steps closer again until his breath is warm as it fans over Charles’ lips.  

“I want you to suck my dick” Charles breathes out unsteadily but keeps his head held high. 

“See, that was not so hard was it” Max smiles, “Unlike this” Max palms over Charles’ cock making the Monegasque’s hips buck forward.

Charles wants to come up with some clever little retort but he can’t because Max is already sinking down to his knees and he’s fucking maintaining eye contact whilst he does it. The Dutchman eases Charles joggers and pants down in one go and licks right across his lips again. 

And Charles thinks he might either have heart failure or burst into flames. Either way he thinks this might be what kills him - the sight of Max on his knees looking so fucking confident. 

“Nice” Max hums. 

Charles isn’t even sure if that is a compliment. Nice. It sounds rather - bland. 

“Very nice. I always thought you would be big but you are even bigger than I thought you would be” Max muses as he runs his thumb right over the head of Charles' cock and collects up some of the pre-come. Charles makes a strange gargled sound but isn’t quite sure what is turning him on more -  the thought that Max has even given his dick any sort of passing consideration or the fact the Dutchman is now sucking the pre-come from his thumb like a fucking porn star. 

“I can still take you all though” Max looks up and gives Charles a filthy look. The Monegasque goes to say something but the second he opens his mouth Max slides his lips right around his cock and he’s left throwing his head back and moaning Max’s name like a fucking man possessed. 

Max seems intent on making him come as soon as possible. His mouth warm and wet and working further down Charles’ cock each time he bobs his head. The Monegasque is strangely aware of his own arms just dangling down by his sides and tentatively reaches out and tangles his fingers into Max’s hair. The Dutchman doesn’t need any guiding though, he’s doing pretty well all by himself. 

And for once Charles is glad Max was not all talk. 

The Dutch driver switches it up a little, runs his tongue up the underside of Charles’ cock before giving the head a little attention, sucking and kissing and making patterns with his tongue. Everything sounds wet. Looks wet. There’s saliva and pre-come dripping from the sides of Max’s mouth. He certainly seems to know what he is doing though. As he goes back in Charles gasps as he feels his cock hit the back of Max’s throat. Max makes the faintest gagging sound but pushes down even further until his nose is almost buried against the soft hairs around Charles’ cock. 

It’s at that exact moment that Max looks up again, his eyes a little watery but dark and intense and Charles feels his whole body clenching as it really hits home that Max is sucking his dick. Happily sucking his dick. Sucking his dick with as much passion and skill as he seems to apply to everything else. 

And it’s too much - 

Charles comes without any sort of warning and just hopes that Max is cool with swallowing because his come is most likely already flowing down the Dutchman’s throat as he bucks forward and tightens his grip in Max’s hair to hold him steady. 

Charles feels his legs go to jelly beneath him as Max pulls off slowly, the Dutchman’s lips still clasped tight as he moves. There’s even more saliva now, Max seems to have swallowed down most of the come though, not that Charles really gave him much choice. He would apologise but Max looks far from bothered. 

“Pretty quick” Max smiles, “I mean that as a compliment” the Dutchman laughs, “You are sensitive, are you that sensitive when you fuck?” 

“No” Charles huffs out a little breathless, he’s not normally quite so sensitive but he’s also not used to guys sucking him off and its - 

Well the results speak for themselves. 

“Cool” Max nods and gets to his feet and clambers into bed, “If you want to stick around until morning maybe we can test that out”

“Test. Out” Charles repeats the words like they are completely alien to him. His brain is still fuzzy and floaty and Max is laid out on the bed in front of him like this whole thing is the most natural set up in the whole world. 

“Yeah” Max shrugs, “I am excellent at sucking dicks but I’m world champion level when it comes to riding them” The Dutchman laughs and flicks the lights off in the room which is just as well because Charles’ face is  cherry red as he tentatively climbs into bed next to Max ready for the morning. 

[daily-doodles-and-fics]

(v shyly) hey, i really like your little hc/dsmp fanfic, is there any chance you'd post a third part? it makes me very happy :] it doesn't have to be now, of course, just whenever you have time and energy. if you want. no pressure.

Eyes and Ears: Worlds Collide

Thank you so much anon! You have made my morning, really! There are three posts of the fanfic, here is the fourth. Also @taline13 here is the next fic. These will eventually be posted to AO3 just gotta find time.

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Chapter 4

Grian broke the hug first. He stood back, instead of his shoulders being taught with stress, they looked more relaxed.

“Hey Phil?” Xisuma asked, making a ‘come over here’ gesture. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Yeah, what’s up?” He answered when he made his way over to Xisuma . Admittedly he was getting a bit nervous. How could he not? Xisuma was the admin of the server, he could kick people as needed without a second thought!

“First off, relax, I can see you getting nervous, I’m not gonna hurt you, okay?” Said Xisuma. “Second off, what you just did? Helping Grian? That was really nice of you. Grian has had it rough, as you could probably tell, he had a rough time on other servers and the previous server before this seems to have been where the worst of it happened. I’m really thankful you landed here.”

“Thank you, Xisuma, for being welcoming and kind even to a stranger. If possible, could I tour the server with Grian and mumbo? I’d love to see around here, I have no ideas how long I’ll be staying so may as well get used to it, right?”

“Right, you can totally go tour, and Grian and Scar would probably love to show you everything from this season. Once again, thanks. I’m going to continue at my base to make sure a certain 8 foot tall someone doesn’t bring a dragon to spawn again” he explained giving a pointed look to Doc, who didn’t even look sheepish, he just nodded.

Phil just nodded as Xisuma explained. “Yeah go do that, have a great day!”

Xisuma was in the air and flying off already. He heard a faint “you too!” As he flew off.

“Alright! I have a Jellie panda!” A voice announced as they got to the spawn area.

Phil turned around and was dumbfounded by what he saw. It was a cat, but the size of a panda. It was currently gently headbutting Grian, just loving on the man. It was quite hilarious if Phil was honest.

“What and why and how??” Phil asked, gesturing wildly at the cat. A man dressed in a bright orange safety vest with a yellow hard hat on as standing to the side grinning widely.

“You must be the new person X mentioned! I’m GoodTimesWithScar, but call me Scar. Don’t mind the outfit, I’m working on an amusement park, it’s wheelchair accessible too!”

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Once again thank you anon for the ask to continue, this is now the Fourth installment in the series, I will now be calling this the “Eyes and Ears: Worlds Collide”

Please be looking for that tag, and if you want to make fanart just tag it with “e&e:wc fanart”

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Johnny dating a country girl maybe? Or a girl that's just from the south, idk I randomly thought of this I think it'd be neat 😭

All Over Again

Hot summers and hot love in Knoxville, Tennessee.

Johnny Knoxville X Fem!Reader

(Fluff)

2.4k Words

Warnings: Highly suggestive content, alcohol, flirting, guns, hangovers, erotic fishing

An: Thank you so much for this request!! Believe it or not, I actually was pondering this idea for a while! XD A good chunk of this is based off of where I grew up (in the middle of nowhere), so most of this definitely comes from experience! That, and I was inspired by these two amazing fics by one of my favorite writers on here, @thedreamydemon !! You all should ABSLOUTELY check her out!! The first scene specificly takes inspiration from this clip of Knox from the Big Brother video that I still just can’t get enough of!! This is maybe the filthiest thing I have ever written. Hope you enjoy! :D

Pop! One beer can fell off where it was propped up on an old piece of furniture in Johnny’s front yard, landing on the half dead grass with a clink before he started on the next one. There was no way in hell you would ever own a gun, but there was just something so sexy about how he handled that thing. Maybe it was how, when he aimed, he’d raise his shoulder just enough to make those too short t-shirts he always wore ride up about an inch above his belt, giving you a peek at the contoured lines of his stomach. Pop! Clink. Maybe it was the way he handled that pump action so skilfully and how muscular his biceps looked when he did, the sun golden against his skin as his sleeves stretched around them. Pop! Clink.

He didn’t seem to notice you until went to take a seat in the lawn chair he had set up on the dirt road few cars ever traversed, cracking open a beer and leaning his Winchester 1897 against one of the metal arms. Sun glinted off of the silver frame of his sunglasses, sweat making his skin just barely glisten as he brought the sweating can to his lips, glancing up at you, “Hey, mama.” Smiling that crooked way he always did, Johnny passed you a beer, “What brings you ‘round here?” The heat wasn't the only thing that had you sweating bullets, but you tried to play cool, “Well…” The liquid soothed your burning throat as you took a swig, “I was thinkin’ maybe we could go down by the creek- cool off a little…” The last part of your sentence lingered in the air, as if to suggest something else that Johnny immediately picked up on. He pretended not to get it just to tease you a little, “Sure thing. In fact , I gotta idea…” Standing up, he dusted his hands off in his dickies, “Why don’t we do a little fishin’?”

Johnny looked at you like you were crazy when you told him you never learned how, “You’re kidding.” Gazing up at him as he stood just a little too close to you, you raised your hands in appeal, “No- completely serious here.” You didn’t have The fainted clue what was so important about knowing how to fish or what your boyfriend found absolutely hilarious about the fact that you didn't. He cooed teasingly, trying to get under your skin a little just to bug you, “Aww, what’s the matter? Daddy never taught you how?” You couldn’t tell if it was the sun or your blush that made your face feel hot. Something in you wanted to wipe that shit eating grin off of his face, but you played civil, rolling your eyes and saying nothing, he responded to your silence, “Well,” One of his hands came to rest heavy on your shoulder, “Not to worry, doll, ‘cause I’m gonna teach you everything you need’t know.”

☆彡

The shade of the towering Blue Ash trees that flanked the rocky bed of the river provided relief from the blistering heat as Johnny held your hand in his, helping you traverse the uneven terrain like the good boyfriend he was even though you insisted you were perfectly capable of it yourself. His palm still felt cool from his beer as you squeezed it. the decline evened out as you neared the edge of the water, crouching by the bubbling water. Sun streamed through the leaves overhead, dappling patterns on your skin as you peered into the lazy current while your boyfriend sat down near you on the rocks, setting everything up.

“Now, what I want you to do,” Johnny threaded a wriggling pink worm onto the hook, “S’just hold this for me till you feel a little tug, alright?” He snickered saying the last part. You only half listened to him as he explained, nodding to make it seem like you got it, “Mmhm…” Distracted, you could barely prepare yourself before you felt a strong pair of hands grip your hips and pull you back, landing on the lap of your boyfriend. That was definitely one way to get your attention. Handing you the rod stiffly, he positioned your hands around it with his significantly larger, more skilled ones, holding them there for a second as he tilted his head to the side, bringing it right behind your ear, his voice low and soft against the skin of your neck, “That easy enough for you?” Not sure whether you were more turned on or ticked off by his petty behavior, you aired on the former, “Yeah...”

“Good, now…” His hands released from around yours, “the most important part of fishing is payin’ attention.” You could feel him smile against the shell of your ear, the calloused pads of his fingers slipping down your wrists, then your forearms, the only sound for maybe a mile being the woods arround you. “If you can’t pay attention, then…well, you won’t be able’t catch anything worthwhile.” Little tickling touches made you squirm as his hands made their way to your waist, his thumbs slinking down to your lower back as he played with the hem of your tank top, a few of his fingers skillfully grazing the skin underneath it. Ohh, he knew what he was doing. Johnny chuckled at your inability to sit still as you squirmed in his lap, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, mockingly, “Easy, easy…” Gently, like you wouldn’t even have noticed if your nerves weren’t on fire, his lips found your neck, sucking just barely. You felt Johnny grin at the noise you made when his mouth made contact with your pulse point, feeling the flutter of your heartbeat under your skin. It was twisted, but god, it was hot. He was fucking with you

Your hands began to tremor a little from how fervent he was and you practically snapped, albeit softer than you would’ve wanted, “What- what do you know about fishing anyway?” Johnny’s hands came back up to wrap around yours, steadying them as he pulled himself away from the swollen, pink skin of your neck, murmuring against you, “I know more than you do.” Well, he was right.

Just then, you felt a tug at the end of the line. Thinking quick, you scrambled for the reel, spinning it faster than you thought you physically could. Johnny’s eyes went as wide as dinner plates when he saw the flopping, wet monster of a catfish you reeled in, almost jumping at the sight with you still in his lap, “Holy shit!” He seemed more surprised than you, even though you were the one who caught the damn thing, “What’d you mean, holy shit’? I thought you were gonna take me fishing!” He chuckled in surprise, jaw still a little slack, “Well, I mean- I wasn't thinking about that kinda fish!” It took you a second to realize the stupid dirty joke he made, facepalming. Although that prospect wasn’t entirely awful in your mind, you feigned disgust, “Come on! Y’can’t believe I’m that easy, do you?” Johnny shrugged, “Well, a guy can hope…”

★彡

It was rare that Johnny wasn’t outside on a day like this. Usually, he’d be sitting in front of his single wide, drinking his beer on the ‘porch’ he fashioned out of stolen scrap lumber that you never really trusted enough to step foot on. But he wasn’t today, so you decided to be a good girlfriend and pop by. Maybe he wasn’t feeling well. Maybe he needed a little company.

The semi rotted wood creaked unsteadily under your feet as you opened up the screen, knocking gently on the white plywood door that was covered in mildew, as was the siding and just about anything on the outside of that house. Leaning against the door to listen, almost pressing your cheek to it, you called, “Johnny…?” A beat passed before you got a short, groggy response from inside, “S’unlocked.”

The living room was cloaked in darkness from the drawn lacy valance curtains, little slivers of light where they didn’t fully cover the windows stretching over the floor, like a peephole to the mess they hid. A low groan from the couch alerted you to your boyfriend’s presence in the dark. Shutting the door behind you, it took a few seconds for your eyes to get adjusted.

Johnny’s long legs stretched out on the couch, his head propped up on one side and his feet on the other, clad in nothing but his white boxers. Your eyes trailed down from his bare, toned chest, rising and falling with each breath, down his stomach to the trail of hair that led below his waistband that made you practically salivate at the mere sight of. A pink and purple tie-dye bruise the size of your fist sat just to the left of it, drawing your attention to the myriad of smaller bruises and scratches that dappled his body. He didn’t look too hot but god, did he look good. Practically drooling, you tried your best to hide it, “Can I, uh- get you some coffee?” Johnny’s voice was low and hoarse as he nodded, “Yeah…that’d be great, honey.” He laid all sprawled out like that as you gingerly stepped over the crinkling empty beer cans that littered the ground as you prepared a cup for him and yourself.

Returning, you found him sitting up, the arm that was haphazardly thrown over his eyes having been removed as he took the cup, looking up at you. He was sporting a nasty shiner and a busted lip, but besides that the only thing that was really awry was the absence of his sunglasses. Even indoors and at night, he usually wore them to hide his drunk circles, but you always told him they were cute, especially with the dead look he always kinda had behind his eyes. Leaning down, you gave him a gentle kiss on his purple, bruised cheekbone and he winced. You scoffed at his reaction, smiling, “Don't be a baby.”

Sitting down next to him on the couch, Johnny took that as his cue to get comfortable, laying back with his head on your lap. You ran a hand through his hair, his thick locks tickling the spaces between your fingers. The soothing motion elicited a groan from deep in his throat as he stared up at you adoringly. Johnny snickered, his crows feet crinkling up, “Nice view here.” Yep, he was feeling better. “Oh? Y’like the twins?” You giggled, and so did he, still somewhat inebriated, “Mmhm. Love ‘em.”

“Y’know, Rodge’s playin’ the bar tonight.” Johnny cracked a wry smile, “Wanna go?” You weren’t one to turn him down, even if he couldn’t dance sober, much less drunk. Nonetheless, you probably had all of Rodger’s CD’s in your pick up, and he always put on a great show at the kind of honky tonk bars you and Johnny frequented, so it was hard to say no. “Okay, well…” You stroked one of Johnny’s temples with your thumb, tracing an old scar, “If I can get you feelin’ better by tonight, then sure.” He took the hand that was resting on his face and planted a gentle kiss on one of your knuckles, “I’ll make sure of it, doll.”

☆彡

Johnny always had the fellas over- that is, on nights he wasn't taking you out. They’d build a bonfire on the burnt patch of his lawn and drink and sing Marshall Tucker songs until the sun came up. But on those other nights, when you were out fooling around somewhere far too late- those were your favorite nights- like tonight, nestled snugly under Johnny’s arm in a bar that stank like sweat and booze. Romantic.

He learned how to dance slow from movies, and you could tell from how Johnny stumbled over your feet a little as Rodge started up on a real sappy number about whoring. The lights were all low and his hand sat loosely on your waist, holding you close enough that you could taste the beer on his breath. Leaning down, you felt his forehead rest gently against yours like he was just about to kiss you, but before he could close the distance between your mouths, the song faded out, and applause erupted in the crowd as he wordlessly slipped away from you.

But before you could start panickedly scouring the bar for him, poof! Your boyfriend reappeared on stage, stumbling up to the mic to applause from the crowd. He was somewhat of a local celebrity due to his usual antics and held up to his gutsy reputation with little stunts like this. “Hey, cuz.” Rodger shot him a nod and Johnny grabbed the mic, leaning closer with a grin that could tempt a nun, “I gotta song for a special lady out there tonight. Think y’could help me out?” He shot you a grin as the beginning plucky notes of the next song began. Inside, you felt like one of those teen girls that would scream at Beatles shows, watching your boyfriend drunkenly crooning Johnny Cash to you up on that shitty plywood stage. Well, he was singing it to about a hundred people, all dancing and hollering themselves, but you knew he had his eye on you behind those sunglasses.

The song ended to much applause and excitement, the crowd really fired up from his performance as you stood there, lovesick. All of a sudden you were hoisted off of your feet and into the air! You panicked for a moment before you recognized the familiar cackle of the man who was holding you. “Knoxville!” You wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a kiss on the cheek, “That was amazing!��� He chuckled, cracking a goofy smile, “Thanks, sweetheart. Now, what’d you say we get outta here?”

“That’d be great.”

[mellancholy-morose]

@puppys-teeth You said you wanted Au's and silly thoughts in this post. I'm finally getting around to responding like I wanted to. I made it it's own post cause it got long and this is basically just gonna be a list of my WIP's with some general information and thoughts with some links to some snippets I've shared previously.

Longfics:

Knowing Spirit Albarn is a Drag Current WC about 14k

This is the current longfic I'm trying working on. Spirit ends up doing drag at chupa cabras, Stein comes looking for Spirit and finds out his secret and is thoroughly amused. Stein keeps coming back cause he finds it entertaining and is trying to understand why Spirit's doing it. But Spirit's double life takes a toll on him.

A few snippets I've posted so far:

Here, Here, Here, and Here

Graves/Fountains (a Wip title) Current WC about 3k (not counting notes that are just dialog spread around my note taking locations)

Stein and Spirit go on a mission and things go wrong, they're both left unable to resonate with anyone, as they're both ignored their problems for so long their souls have gone into what is basically a perpetual state of self defense, so LD puts them both on mandatory leave until they can fix their shit. They end up working at Deathbucks to pay the bills when its been a while with no progress and LD is like 'we can't keep paying you'. They eventually are going to have to go into each others mindscapes and help each other deal with all these things they've buried deep. The wip title is in reference to the imagery in their respective mindscapes.

Pacts Writ in Flesh and Blood Current WC about 27k

A resbang I was unable to finish, as it got a bit too depressing at the time. I will come back to it eventually, but it might yet be awhile. It's present stein/marie and past stein/spirit. It's a supernatural horror au, that started from the idea of Faustian deals, if you know 'the magnus archives' there's also some inspiration taken from there for this one. The promo from resbang will give you a better idea what it's about and has some excerpts:

promo

P.I. AU Currently just notes

More like a very long fic. Its ensemble cast and its scope scares me, it'll probably be a while before I tackle this one, simply cause juggling an ensemble cast this large, and having to make sure the murder mystery makes sense is going to be a lot balls in the air. When it was first conceived it was intended to be Stein/Marie but I'm likely to pivot it slightly to make it still that to and extent but likely end game Stein/Spirit. Idk it's not currently very fleshed out besides some general beats I want to hit with things. Stein is Frank Stone (I think it's hilarious and this choice of mine will never stop amusing me) private investigator who's investigating his buddy Sid's death. also did I mention its the 1920's? cause its the 1920's.

Oneshots:

none of these titles are finalized and are more just ways for me to tell them apart from each other

Carnival Currently just notes

Based off that one ending image of Stein making Spirit puke on the teacups, Spirit is there to chaperone the kids, and asks Stein to come a long. Marie upon learning this implies its a date, which worms its way into Stein's head, leading to something of a disappointing experience when they go.

GD Current WC 2.5k

(I don't want to say the title of this one as it gives away something small that I haven't decided if I want the reader to go into the fic knowing about yet)

Current oneshot I'm working on, after a mission Spirit convinces Stein to visit his parents when he learns they're in the area. It is a bit awkward for all involved but Spirit is learning things about Stein he never knew.

A snippet of this one can be found here and here.

Two fucked up little guys Current WC 1.6K

This one admittedly is almost done, but I haven't felt up for finishing it. Set after Stein and Spirit stopped being partners and after Maka is born, but before the anime. Neither have good coping mechanisms for their stress and end up instinctually reaching out for each others wavelengths, and connect while half way across the city. It's angsty, there's some hurt/comfort but it's not got a happy end coming for it. Though this one is also one that after I post it and people are interested I might end up coming back to and expanding the story on later (and giving it a happier ending most likely)

Misc:

These are things that are minimally fleshed out and tend to be more prompts then actual Wips atm

Gay Pirates:

Spirit used to be steins first mate, now they both have their own crews, and spirit keeps boasting about his getting them into trouble. Maka mutinies her dad stranding him on an island but still kinda feels bad about it so sends Stein a letter addressed as if from Spirit for a duel to the death, and Stein ends up getting stranded on the island with him cause his crew get drove off while he's off board by the navy.

Road Trip:

Been sitting on this one for awhile, but @bcbdrums reminded me it was in my wips by mentioning her own road trip ideas on some posts. I was gonna work on this on the side of my long fic but it grew past oneshot territory and is likely gonna be a medium length fic so it went back on the backburner. It's normal world au and is a last road trip before Stein leaves for med school. But there's gonna be a time skip after the trip to after med school

Verbatim from my notes:

"You've got mail Au but with more dicks and its grindr, cause its 2022 my dude" (can you tell how long these idiots have been plaguing me? The ideas and wips are constantly stacking up)

Theater kids au:

Stein is a teacher, Spirit is parent who wont fucking go home

Some Stein/Spirit/Marie poly thing

Doesn't have much to it currently besides my thoughts about similarities between Marie and Spirit

Incubus Au

Likely to be a longish fic, Spirit is a incubus that's hanging around Stein for reasons (one of those not sure if i want readers to know going into it things) and Stein is a kind of John Constantine type

[agent-calivide]

🎙️ and ✈️ for the ask game!!

✈️ Give a shout out to a fan artist / fic writer / etc. in the fandom that you appreciate!

Oh boy, get ready for a list.

@/lunacornfan2k24 has their AMAZING Celebrity Crush series that actually kicked off fanfic writing for the IEYTD fandom as a whole and holds up as one of my favorite fanfics I've ever read! All of the OC's are so fun, so real, and feel like they'd just be IEYTD characters in game!

@/rojaceartandgaming is the creator of Jackson "Agent Phoenix" Winters and has such a fun story going with his Out of the Ashes and Into the Flames fics! He's got such a strong personality and his rivalry with Juniper because they're both actors is such a fun twist! And that's not even touching on his other OC's, I Want To Punt Them! /pos

@/lavalampstealer has a super unique, silhouette style that I absolutely live for! They were a major art inspiration of mine and I get so excited whenever they're back in the fandom! I may or may not have stolen their idea of Kinesium making the agents glow (if I recall right?) and all around Cyan showing up on my dash always delights me!

@/neurotonic has such a strong artstyle with sharp shapes and bright colors and HOW ARE YOU SO CREATIVE??? Every art piece that comes from her is so neat, the body language, the expressions, I could ramble forever about how cool his art alone is, and then the OC's??? God tier, wanna be friends Black Mamba but I know they'd probs kill me.

@/an-asexual-idiot is another really cool artist that I'm always excited to see from! She's making the jump from Insta to Tumblr, so her blog's a bit empty, but her work is always so polished and detailed and I love seeing Gibson getting the attention he deserves. I am amazed by her backgrounds and would commit crimes to draw Juniper half as well as she does.

@/definitelyunhingedagentphoenix has hilarious incorrect quotes compilations that are always just the right amount of feral and is always feeding back into the fandom whenever I see their posts! It's a delight to see a string of them RPing out Phoenix getting into a problem or needing a loving family based on one meme post!

@/wyvchard is an awesome writer who does some pretty fun, pretty painful works! I'm living for their interpretation of Radio Host Phoenix, and their angst just hits different ngl- I've also gotten some of my favorite comments on Ao3 from them, they always put so much thought into them and make my work feel so appreciated in such a genuine way!

@/purplebehittindifferent AGH her COMICS. They're so pretty, they always melt my heart, and I am just thrilled to see them on my dash! The found family, the gremlin-y Phoenix, mom and dad Prism and Crane, the hurt comfort I LOVE them!!! They're so pretty and silly and sad and it's always neat seeing her work!

I could go on, this whole fandom is so gaddamn talented and we'd be here all night-

🎙️ What’s your favourite (used or unused) voice line in the games?

That's a hard one- honestly there's a few.

Again, obvious answer is obvious, "Oh, don't get any ideas, you're not going anywhere. As a matter of faaact~, you and I are gonna have a little chat" Is beautiful work from both voice actors and still gives me chills to this day!

But I also really like basically all of Zor's dialogue in KBOOM. "Ah, the creator and her creation working together..." "So you fooled Prism into believing in you... Well, even the great Phoenix will one day burn out..." "A bit late for that. And it seems Prism didn't die in the explosion at her factory either..."

Zor just scares me and I love them for it. The slightly patronizing edge, the condescension, the amusement. Zor feels so in control the whole time, and when they lose that control their mask only ever so slightly slips.

"Believe me when I say there's nothing worth saving at the agency... I would know.

IT'S SO GOOD