#The Gadget Flow

[arksale1]

4 ONE-MINUTE Habits That Save Me 20+ Hours a Week: Time Management For Busy People

In our busy lives, a few hours a week means time for a date or a few hours of self-love pruning in the bath, so imagine what you could do with 10, 20 or even more extra time each week. 🤯 Well, from reading some of the best time management books out there, these are my top 4 quick habits to efficiently manage your time, which save me hours each week 🙌 They are simple but hugely effective…

[reflections-of-mobius]

@familylightfox asked:

Often times it was four teenagers around the coffee table, but today was only one. Buddy had taken up the space to work on something with a few of his tools. Red ears flicked at approaching footsteps and he scrambled to try to hide his work before it was seen. But he’d been caught red handed and scratched at the back of his head when spying the two Mobians looking at him. Turning the project around, it looked like a picture frame. Except the image in it was of the four teens, and it moved as if a video. “D-do ya think Harmony will like it? For Yule?”

[Unprompted. | Accepting!]

Bless and Node had just been getting ready to go get a few groceries for dinner when they'd spotted the teen working, two pairs of eyebrows sliding up in curiosity. They'd grown accustomed to Buddy dropping by more and more often- but it was still a surprise to see the teen having turned the coffee table into a work space for his latest project.

"Woah...." Bless had seen a few video-frames before, but they had never been personally crafted. He watched as the image looped back, emerald hues sparkling as the four teens in the 'video' moved about. "...I think she'll love it, Buddy." He chuckled, moving close enough to offer Buddy a soft pat on the back. He had noticed one of Buddy's hands just behind the frame...and the image stopped moving as Buddy's hand pulled away. Interesting...

"Woah-!" Buddy stumbled slightly at the weight, but managed to right himself rather quickly.- He adjusted his glasses, eyes flickering towards the two mobians. He was glad the picture frame had been on the table and not in his hands.-- But his face heated up slightly at the blue one's assurance. "Y-You're sure?"

It moved Bless that the teen was thinking of his girlfriend as Yule moved closer and closer. Like others around the village, he'd become a little more secretive, these past few weeks...after all, he had his own presents to craft.

"As sure as I can be."

"Y'made it for Harmony,- and I don't think there's anyone out there she cares more about than her friends n' family....and especially you." Node hummed. It was a bit of a relief to see that Buddy was already so far along in his own project... They couldn't begin to imagine how Harmony would react, but they had faith she'd enjoy it. After all- they knew how much her team meant to her. "...I agree with Bless- I think she'll love it..." They glanced at the frame, before their eyes flashed to the red mobian. "...only one way to find out though, right?"

A moving picture of Harmony, Buddy, Tangle, and Whisper... Yeah, they were pretty sure Harmony would be happy. Regardless of it requiring actual touch or no...it was an incredibly thoughtful gift- one they had no doubt Buddy had poured a lot of hours into.

"We'll keep Harmony away from here until you're done, alright?- We got groceries to run, anyway...and I'm looking forward to seeing what happens on Yule." The hedgehog may have had a small (read: far too big) investment in Harmony and Buddy's relationship....and now, he had a little bit of gift-giving to look forward to beyond just his own...though he did enjoy seeing everyone's reactions to all their presents, he'd be keeping a slight eye on that exchange.

"Good luck, lover boy." He let go of the tall mobian teen, grinning slightly. "I'll be rootin' for ya." With that, the two adults were off- ready to stall in case they came across Harmony while out. But now, there were additional thoughts in each's head...even as they stepped away from Buddy and allowed him to return to his work on the picture frame. It nearly looked done, and Yule was still a few days away...

Getting things done ahead of schedule for the win!

Buddy was left, feeling his face heat up at the final comment that had been ringing in the air. His eyes flickered back to his picture project, adjusting his glasses one more time and taking in a slow breath. He needed to keep Harmony from finding this too soon...!

"....I hope those two kids end up workin' out...."

"If they're anything like us three, they will...don't'cha worry, Nodesy."

[newzzwired]

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Need a gift for an iPhone 14 user? Check out these gadgets and accessories. From cases to chargers, these products elevate the latest iPhone. So what should you give your iPhone 14 user this Christmas? The best iPhone 14 gadget gifts, of course! These iPhone 14 gadgets and accessories take their new iPhone to the next level. Related: Most innovative gadgets to buy this holiday season Upgrade…

[bad268]

Frank Told Us (Colby Brock X Pregnant! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Sam and Colby & Co

Requested: Yes by @eattothebeatt and anon. I hope y'all don't mind that I combined them, they were pretty similar. (Also, since I'm ahead on requests, I'm gonna post Wednesdays and Saturdays until it's cleared <3)

Warnings: slipping in snow (idk).

Pronouns: She/her

W.C. 1263

Summary: The Conjuring House is no joke, especially when a certain ghost (Frank) ruins a surprise.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

The Conjuring House was no joke, that was a fact that Y/n knew well. After going to the Conjuring House on three separate occasions with Sam and Colby and being witness to some crazy things, she didn’t need any convincing of that.

This time was one to top the charts. Ever since Sam and Colby heard about Satori and Cody, they knew that they wanted to meet them and get their expertise on camera. So Y/n decided to go with them. However, one thing happened about a week before the flight that may have changed the trajectory of the trip.

Y/n missed her period.

She took a test and met with her gynecologist, and they both came to the same conclusion. She was pregnant. She was not super far along, a little over a month, but she was not sure if she should go on the trip. After talking it over with her gynecologist, they decided she should be fine as long as she stepped away when it got too much and did not put herself in dangerous situations. She knew that if she had told Colby that they were expecting, he would abort the whole video, and she knew she did not want to be responsible for that

So they arrived at the Conjuring House. Sam and Colby in the front and Kat and Y/n in the back. Satori and Cody said they would meet them there, so they did not worry about getting a bigger car.

“Are you guys ready for this?” Sam asked enthusiastically as he pulled into the driveway.

“Are you ready to get another attachment?” Kat snapped back jokingly, causing Sam’s jaw to drop and the rest of the car to laugh.

“No need to come for my brother like that,” Colby defended, turning back to point a finger at Kat.

“You should definitely put this at the end of the video,” Y/n added, directing everyone’s attention to the camera that was recording.

“Anyway, what’s up guys! It’s Sam and Colby,” Colby started the intro.

“Today, well, this week, we are at the Conjuring House with Kat and Y/n!” Sam continued.

“These guys get 10 million subscribers, and we get dragged into this,” Y/n laughed gesturing to Kat as they climbed out of the car, so Sam and Colby could do their intro in peace. The two walked into the house and greeted Satori and Cody. The four made small talk until Sam and Colby came into the house.

“I see you made yourself comfortable without us,” Colby teased as he sat next to Y/n on the couch and laid his arm over her shoulder. “Do we know how we're going about tonight?”

“I think we’re just letting Satori and Cody do their thing and we’ll go with the flow,” Y/n explained as she leaned into Colby’s side. “What do you guys think? It is your video.”

“I think that’s fine,” Sam said, setting up the cameras. Kat started pulling out different gadgets and placing them around the room.

“We’re ready to start whenever you guys are,” Satori offered, moving to stand up with Cody. Colby stood up as well before he turned back and held his hand out jokingly for Y/n to stand up.

“Well, thank you, kind sir,” Y/n joked in a mock posh accent.

“You’re welcome, governess,” Colby joked back, causing the two to chuckle before turning serious again. “Ok, back to the task at hand-”

Hours later, Satori and Cody were still getting so much in response. It was nearing midnight at this point, and they were still nonstop. After the third hour, Y/n got a huge headache, and it did not prove to be a problem until the knocks started getting louder.

“Hey, I’m gonna go get some fresh air. My head hurts,” Y/n announced as she stood up and walked out the door, not waiting for a response. Kat immediately said she would follow Y/n and trailed behind her as they walked through the snow carefully toward the car.

“Are you okay? You’re really pale,” Kat asked as they leaned against the hood of the rental car.

“I have a huge headache, and honestly, I need to tell someone,” Y/n admitted and let out a sigh before saying, “I’m pregnant.”

“You’re kidding!” Kat exclaimed excitedly, reaching out to hold Y/n’s hands. “You’re serious? Oh my god, I’m so happy for you guys! Does Colby know?”

“If I told him, he wouldn’t have let me come,” Y/n laughed as Kat pulled her into a hug. “I’m so glad I finally told someone. I’ve been keeping that to myself for the last week.”

“You’re kidding!” Kat exclaimed again. She was too excited because when she jumped away from the car, she pulled Y/n with her and they both lost their footing. “Woah!”

“Ouch! Kat!" Y/n laughed as she landed on her back in the snow with Kat leaning over her. They were laughing like maniacs despite knowing that one or both of them could have been seriously injured. “What the hell? You’re crazy, get off me.”

Meanwhile, in the living room, Satori and Cody kept at it with Sam and Colby, teaching them along the way. The first person they connected with asked about Colby, so Satori and Cody took back over. 

“Way to go, Colby,” Sam jokingly scolded. 

“Shut up, Sam,” Colby joked back.

“You want to talk to Colby?” Satori asked as was met with a knock immediately. “Okay, what is your name?” She went through the alphabet and found the name they were spelling out. “Frank? Yes. Colby, do you know a Frank?”

“Not off the top of my head,” Colby answered, “Who are you to me?” Satori started the alphabet again and the knocks spelled out:

“Grandfather? No, Great-grandfather? Yes,” Satori interpreted. “What message do you have for Colby?” The knocks started back up and what it spelled caused a chill to run down everyone’s spines. “Protect? Protect who?...Y/n. Protect Y/n from what?”

They did not get an answer as they heard shouting from outside, causing Colby to bolt out the door immediately.

“Y/n?” He shouted, not caring that it was midnight. His ears were ringing, and his heart stopped when he saw Y/n laying in the snow. He could not breathe, and he could not register that the girls were laughing and not in danger. He slid down to be down by Y/n’s head as he held her hand. “Holy shit, are you okay? Do we need to go to the hospital?”

“All good, Colby,” she laughed, pushing Kat off her as she stood up. Y/n inspected the snow around her as she felt around her stomach,  “I don’t see any blood and I don’t feel any pain, so I think we’re both good.”

“Yeah, you and Kat look fine to me,” Colby sighed as he took Y/n into his arms.

“No, not Kat, no offense,” Y/n retorted before looking up at Colby as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She whispered, “Me and the baby.”

“Baby? Whose baby? My baby? Our baby?” He asked so quickly Y/n could not keep up with him as he held her at arm’s length before cheering loudly when she nodded her head. He ran back to the house to tell Sam only to find Sam, Satori, and Cody standing at the doorway. “I’m gonna be a dad!”

“Yeah, Frank just told us.”

~~

Part 2 ->

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[beepboopappreciation]

I always see people talk about how cool becoming a cyborg would be, replacing parts of our flesh with metal and pistons and cool gadgets.

Why don't we talk more about the horror that is the opposite of that?

A computer who grafts lab-grown skin in patches onto their own form to feel. To experience a gentle and cool breeze passing by, or the oppressive sweat-inducing heat that their systems produce.

A robot with an organic eye to help them see as their creators once did. Imperfect, sure. But it seems to have quite an uneasy effect on organics, and doesn't that make it more than worth it?

A machine with blood coursing through its systems, flowing through the central chambers, in and out of its beating heart. Perhaps if the heart holds up, it could add lungs to help circulation.

A being that resembles a man at a distance, but upon closer inspection it is clear that he is instead a cacophony of skin, mismatched body parts and features, with just a few robotic limbs and mechanical parts visible. It smiles at you, the wide grin revealing that none of its teeth match.

He lurches toward you, hair from at least three different scalps falling carefree in front of its shoulders. You take a step back.

Where is the line drawn between cyborg and robot with human parts? Do you know? Does it know? Does anyone know?

It gets closer. You continue to retreat. Your back brushes against a wall.

You don't know where that line is, you've decided, but you're positive this individual has crossed it.

Having cornered you, it reaches its mechanical hand out, fingernails grafted on the metal tips. You blink, locked completely still from fear for just a few moments. It angles his hand in invitation. He wants you to take it. You hesitantly accept.

Under the metal you can feel . . . something, flowing, pulsing just beneath the surface wanting to escape. It's warm.

"Wh.. what do you want?" You manage to sputter out.

The being shakes your hand, his smile returning. "A friend," it replies.

[trulyumai]

the lonely cabin isn’t what it seems

— Pairing: Young!Stanford Pines / Reader

—Synopsis: Lost and confused, a woman spots her lifeline; a seemingly desolate and empty cabin. She meets Ford, pleads for his help and shelter only to find things aren’t as they seem. As the scientist starts to fall deeper and deeper for the woman, he realizes they aren’t alone. He’s watching.

Warnings: none so far!

A/N: I finally got to watch Gravity falls and noticed this was a requested character, enjoy this new series!

Part One: The Unexpected Guest

Stanford Pines had always loved the isolation of his cabin, surrounded by nature’s beauty. But tonight, as the wind howled outside, he found himself feeling a strange pang of loneliness.

He was deep in thought, hunched over his cluttered workbench, examining an intricate device he had been tinkering with for weeks. The cabin was filled with books, gadgets, and the faint smell of pine. Stanford often lost track of time here, but tonight felt different; he could sense a storm brewing outside.

Just as he was about to put his tools down for the evening, a loud knock echoed through the stillness. Startled, he pushed away from his workbench, his heart racing. Who would be out here in this weather?

He opened the door cautiously, revealing a figure shivering on his doorstep. She was soaked to the bone, her hair plastered to her face, and her eyes wide with fear.

“Uh, can I help you?” Ford asked, his voice a mix of surprise and caution.

“Please, I’m lost,” she said, her voice trembling. “I saw your cabin from the trail, and I just need somewhere to stay until the storm passes.”

Ford hesitated. He was used to solitude, preferring the company of books and experiments over people. “I don’t usually take in strangers,” he replied, trying to keep his tone firm.

The woman looked up at him, and he caught her gaze. There was a vulnerability in her eyes that tugged at something inside him. She was cute, even with her disheveled appearance, and the thought of turning her away made his heart ache.

“Please,” she whispered, shivering violently. “I’ll just stay for a little while. I promise I won’t be any trouble.”

With a heavy sigh, Ford stepped aside. “Fine. Come in.”

As she entered, he noticed her apprehensive demeanor. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to regain warmth. Ford quickly closed the door behind her, the howling wind now a muffled roar.

“you can um, sit by the fire,” he said, gesturing toward the small hearth where flames flickered, casting a warm glow across the room. “I’ll get you a towel.”

While he rummaged through a closet, he could feel her gaze following him. He handed her the towel, avoiding her eyes. “You should dry off.”

“Thank you,” she said softly, smiling as she took the towel. There was something endearing about her shy demeanor, and it made him feel a little flustered.

After a few minutes, the two settled into an awkward silence, the only sound being the crackling fire. Ford couldn’t help but steal glances at her. She was smaller than him, with a kind face, and he noticed the way her eyes sparkled when she looked around the room, taking in his chaotic yet fascinating workspace.

“What do you do here?” she asked, breaking the silence. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I’m a scientist,” he replied, his voice a bit more relaxed. “Researching the anomalies in this area.”

“Anomalies?” Her interest piqued, and he felt a rush of excitement.

“Yeah, strange occurrences, supernatural phenomena,” he said, the words flowing more easily now. “You’d be surprised what’s out there in these woods.”

Her eyes lit up, and he could see her mind racing. “Like what?”

He leaned back in his chair, his passion igniting. “Well, there’s a portal to another dimension not far from here. I’ve seen creatures that defy the laws of physics. It’s fascinating.”

“Really?” she whispered, captivated. “You must have so many incredible stories.”

He chuckled, surprised by her enthusiasm. “You could say that. Most people don’t believe me, though.”

“Why not?” she asked, genuinely curious.

Ford shrugged, feeling a mix of pride and frustration. “People tend to fear what they don’t understand. It’s easier to dismiss it as nonsense.”

“I think it’s amazing,” she said earnestly. “You’re like a real-life scientist. It’s inspiring.”

Her compliment caught him off guard, and he felt a warmth rising to his cheeks. “It’s nothing special,” he mumbled, looking away.

The storm raged outside, but inside, the atmosphere shifted. They began to exchange stories—she shared tales of her life, her shy nature making her adventures sound all the more charming. Ford found himself laughing more than he had in a long time.

As the hours passed, Ford felt a connection growing between them, an unspoken bond. The way she listened, her wide eyes fixed on him as he spoke, made him feel seen in a way he hadn’t experienced in years.

“Why do you live out here all alone?” she asked, her tone softening.

“It’s… complicated,” he replied, a hint of sadness creeping into his voice. “I needed a place to think, away from the chaos of the world.”

“You don’t have to be alone, you know,” she said gently. “I’m sure there are people who would love to be around you.”

Ford looked at her, taken aback by her sincerity. “I appreciate that, but people can be difficult. I’m not exactly the most social person.”

“But you’re so interesting,” she insisted. “You have all these incredible ideas and stories. I want to hear more.”

He chuckled nervously, feeling his heart race. “You really think so?”

“Absolutely,” she replied, her eyes sparkling. “I mean it.”

In that moment, he realized how much he had come to appreciate her presence. She had a way of making him feel alive, as if the walls he had built around himself were slowly crumbling.

As the fire crackled and the storm raged outside, Ford found himself wanting to share more of himself with her, to let her in. It felt terrifying yet exhilarating.

“Can I show you something?” he asked suddenly, his heart pounding.

“Sure!” she replied, her excitement palpable.

He led her to his workshop, a room filled with strange inventions and diagrams scattered across the walls. “This is where I do most of my work,” he said, feeling a mix of pride and anxiety.

“Wow!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder. “This is incredible!”

Ford couldn’t help but smile as she inspected his gadgets. “I’ve been working on a new device that could help understand the anomalies better,” he said, gesturing to a complex machine. “It’s still a work in progress, though.”

She leaned closer, studying the intricate details. “It’s so fascinating how your mind works,” she said, glancing up at him with admiration. “I can’t believe you built all of this.”

Her words sent a thrill through him. “Thank you,” he said, feeling a warmth in his chest. “I’ve always loved solving problems, figuring things out.”

“I can see that,” she said, stepping closer. “You’re like a genius.”

Ford laughed, but he felt a blush creeping up his neck. “I wouldn’t go that far.”

“But you are,” she insisted, her eyes sincere. “You have this passion that’s just… captivating.”

He felt a rush of warmth at her words, his heart racing as their gazes locked. The air between them thickened with an unspoken tension, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she felt it too.

“Um, I—” he started, but the words caught in his throat.

Before he could continue, she reached out and touched his arm gently, grounding him. “Thank you for taking me in… I know how bothersome it might be but I really appreciate it.” She smiled, light and honest.

The sincerity in her voice struck him deeply. He could feel the walls he had built around his heart starting to crumble. “It’s nothing,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

As the storm howled outside, the warmth of the cabin enveloped them, and in that moment, Stanford Pines realized that perhaps shelter wasn’t just about finding refuge from the storm; it was about letting someone in.

And as they stood there, surrounded by the warmth of the fire and the brilliance of each other’s presence, he felt the unmistakable spark of something new beginning to bloom between them—a connection that promised to change his world forever.

[shibaraki]

KISS IT BETTER ┊ SHINSOU HITOSHI

tags: GN reader, pro hero shinsou, support engineer reader, brief descriptions of blood + injury, tending to wounds, mutual pining, fluff, idiots to lovers, love confessions

wc: 1.9k

“You know I’m not a doctor, Hitoshi,” your voice is a low murmur yet loud in the cramped space of your bathroom. Just you, his shallow breathing and the steady flow of water in the sink. “I wish you would actually go to a hospital, or someone with a healing quirk”.

Hitoshi shrugs in the reflection and immediately appears to regret it as his face twists in discomfort, the movement jostling his wound. The bullet grazed a vivid arc right across the back of his left shoulder; thankfully not deep enough to require stitches or to damage the layers of skin beneath, but given the awkward to reach area and the blood that had been streaming through his fingers upon arrival you can’t say you blame him for waking you.

“You do it better,” he rasps. The soft hair on the back of your neck stands on end as you sense his eyes on you in the mirror. “You’re gentle. And good with your hands”.

The gauze dabbed around his wound is saturated red, quickly darkening and taking on a brownish hue. Resolutely avoiding his gaze you toss it beside the molehill of stained swabs already on the counter, reaching for a clean one and running it under the cold water. “I’m good with your equipment,” you stress with a huff, willing the heat crawling up your neck to go away. Years of working with delicate machinery keeps your hands steady. “I fix gadgets, Hitoshi. Not people”.

Hitoshi hums. Rather than contemplative he sounds faintly amused at your strong denial, as though he knows something you don’t. “You fix me just fine,” comes his soft reply as you successfully staunch the bleeding. Following the steps that have become routine for you both, he passes back the usual tub from your med kit���used so often now that the label has worn off—and adds nothing further while you cover the wound with a thin layer of petroleum jelly.

“Bandage,” you say, proffering your hand once more. Hitoshi twists his good arm to give you the non-stick dressings. You mumble an apology at the quiet hiss drawn between gritted teeth as you smooth the covered edges around the wound. “And… there. You’re set. That’s as good as you’ll get from me”.

Hitoshi turns in place before you’ve the chance to step away. You find yourself closer than intended. The white luminescence drapes over his shoulders and glints off the silver studs in each earlobe. You don’t know where to look. His ribs expand as he takes a staggered breath and your chests meet; a brief touch of bare skin but enough to make the sound of your heart flood your ears.

You catch how his throat bobs and entertain the thought that he might be equally affected. “Thanks,” he says. The gentle timbre of his voice settles over you like a cold fog of longing.

Neither of you have moved. You do not address the proximity as you study his upper body. There’s old bruising on his hip that looks a bit like an abstract painting but nothing else of immediate concern. He’s lean and angular, tall enough to cast an impressive shadow; neither of you are children anymore.

“You don’t have any other injuries hidden, do you?” you ask, eyes trailing up the column of his throat and lingering on the healed scar tissue cutting through the right of his mouth. It begins beneath his nose, strikes through the dark scruff along his jaw and ends far beneath his jugular, a paint stroke left by a brush with death. The memory is fresh in your mind and guides your hands to cup his chin, thumb tracing the raised skin. You don’t recall ever being that afraid for anyone, and yet he returned to work the day after as though nothing had happened.

At the very least it gives you ample reason to stare at his mouth. You can feel his gaze on you, peering down through half lidded eyes. There’s warm intensity behind them, like he can see through your poorly strung excuse, but if that is the case then he’s allowing it to happen, and you think that reveals just as much.

“It healed perfectly. You don’t need to worry about it,” he murmurs. There’s almost a breathless quality to it that invites goosebumps. And you freeze, as if caught.

“Not worried,” his lips press thin at the sudden cold tone as you turn to gather the used gauze and throw it in the bin beside the sink. “Your funeral not mine”.

Hitoshi moves when you nudge him aside, blood staining the dispenser as you squeeze some soap into your hands and scrub yourself raw under the running tap. The murky red water gurgles down the drain, rivulets streaking higher up the basin and likely to stain. You’re so lost in the sight that you barely register the larger hand coming to cover your own.

“Stop. Let me,” he says, already prying your entwined fists apart to gently massage the soap along each finger. Body heat seeps through your sleep shirt as he loosely wraps around you. You lean into him a fraction and imagine he’s embracing you like a lover while he cleans the dried blood from beneath your nails.

Silence befalls the small space once the water cuts out. Rather than dry your hands Hitoshi keeps them there, encased in his, his thumbs stroking back and forth over your knuckles. He rests his forehead on the curve of your throat and something shifts. The atmosphere, the ephemeral thing between you that you called friendship, the hips that press closer until he’s shaped perfectly to your back.

“I’m sorry,” you hear him say.

Wild violet hair tickles your cheek. It’s shorter than last time. You stare at your conjoined reflection as you overturn your wrists, threading your wet fingers together until your palms kiss. “For what?” you prompt, watching his head lift while you speak. “For constantly breaking your support equipment? For bursting into my apartment after midnight and bleeding all over my carpet again? For scaring me and making me lose sleep? For this—” your eyes meet in the mirror and your mouth becomes dry. “For this less than professional relationship?”

At that the corner of Hitoshi’s mouth lifts in the suggestion of a smile, and suddenly exasperation and fondness is warring over your expression. He clears his throat, almost shy, and he tightens his grip on your fingers. “I guess I’m sorry for all of that, too. But that’s not what I meant”.

“What else is there?” you tilt your head. In a heart stopping move, he turns his nose into your temple.

“I’m sorry I can’t… shit. That I can’t be normal about this kind of thing,” he admits, jaw shifting as he fights the discomfort that so often accompanies being vulnerable. “I always feel like I need some dire excuse otherwise you’ll see right through me”.

“See through you—?” the clamouring in your mind comes to a standstill. Your tongue sits heavy behind your teeth. You spin in his arms, The sink counter digs into your lower back and your hands, mostly dried by the air, come to rest on his bare chest. A mottled blush spreads across his collarbones. “What, you bled on my carpet because you didn’t want me to know you liked me or something?”

Hitoshi grimaces. His eyes rose to the ceiling to avoid your scrutiny and he hesitates to hold your hips. “Sounds stupid when you put it like that,” he huffs.

“Because it is,” you remark, sliding your hands further up and around his ears. Cradling the back of his head you tip him forward and force him to look at you. “You could’ve just brought me coffee at work or something”.

“You’re missing the point,” he mutters, gaze dropping to your lips and away, staring at the space between your eyebrows. “I did it so you wouldn’t know”.

“Why not?”

“Because there’s no way that you’d…” he blinks. His words lose strength as your nose bumps his. You feel a shaky breath leave his lips.

“No way that I’d like you?” as you finish the sentence for him, unsure if he even hears you behind then far off look in his eyes. Emboldened, you pitch your voice lower, quiet enough to cover the short distance between your mouths. You stroke your thumb over the swell of his cheek and say, “You think I patch up every guy that rolls through my bedroom window?”

“Well. There better not be any other guys coming in through your windows,” he rasps, cautiously tipping forward. A playful furrow has etched into his brow. Hitoshi wets his lips, searching your expression for something—perhaps rejection or anything close to it. “I know you’re a good person. You’re good to me. I figured that’s all it was”.

“Right, I’m good to you,” you nod and hear his breathing hitch as your mouths brush. The blush across his chest has spread fingers up his throat to his cheeks, enough reach to stain his ears pink. Hitoshi sways forward. You collide. He kisses you, finally. It is every bit as solemnly sweet and respectful as the hands at your waist.

You can’t help but smile, and feel his smile in turn. There is something so boyish and coy about it; you would never expect it from a man of his status—a man that sees the worst of humanity and spends his nights both evading and preventing death.

“…Oh,” he breathes dumbly as you pull back, his focus caught on the swipe of your tongue.

“Oh,” you repeat to lightheartedly tease, pushing the heel of your hands to his cheeks together until his mouth juts into an ugly pout. Restlessness grips you seeing it paired with his dazed expression, already wanting more than he can give in his current condition.

You release his cheeks and rub them in apology. “You’re done for the night, yeah?”

“Yeah…?” fingers dig in at your soft waist, drawing you impossibly close, as though he were savouring the last of the moment. You smooth over his shoulders, down the curve of his biceps, along thick forearms to take his wrists.

“Good. You’re coming to bed with me,” you tell him. The stupefied look after tucking a kiss to the corner of his mouth will never get old, you’re sure of it. “We’re going to sleep. Tomorrow I’ll help you clean and redress your injury and then,” you press another kiss on his jaw, nuzzling the coarse stubble there, “then you can take me out for breakfast”.

You almost lose your footing. In one swift motion Hitoshi has swung the bathroom door open and begun corralling you through it toward the bedroom. There’s an echo of soft, near drunken laughter as you navigate the darkness, and you realise, belatedly, that it is coming from you.

The strong arms cinched around your middle unraveled to drop you on top of the covers. Reclining into the plush pillows at the head of your bed, you holdout your arms to welcome Hitoshi into honeyed repose. The mattress yields under his weight. Breath held, he crawls over to you—braces over you and sinks onto his forearms.

Seconds pass. Fingers dance across his back, avoiding his bandages. Your grin is concealed by the darkness but it’s clear in your voice. “Hitoshi,” you whisper. “You can breathe now”.

With an exaggerated exhale, Hitoshi sinks into the crook of your body and smooshes his face into the pillow beside your head. “I’ll try not to bleed on your bedsheets,” he says, muffled. Then quieter, much later, when he’s sure you won’t hear it, “I like you”.

[madds-is-ace-trash]

Nightwing why are you warring a cape? Well for the baby of course! Dcxdp

This takes place in the same universe as my fic Mother of the storm and her star child.

A few years have passed and Danny is completely settled in and moved to bulhaven with dick. Eventually around the time he’s Turing 9 he insists that he wants to go out at night with dick. Dick is hesitant but Danny insist, pointing out how his abilities would make him the perfect recon detective. Dick can no longer argue when Danny beats both Damian and Cass the first day of training and he is out out in the field.

Danny hose out in his ghost form and picks the name phantom because it feels right and now nightwing patrols with a bird if his very own for the first time in a while. Danny is very good on patrols, he sticks close to dick often clinging to him and hiding behind him when dick is interacting with people. He’ll often turn invisible but it still doesn’t fell like enough to dick. He quickly released that he missed the cape and the layer of securing it added when Damien was his Robin.

So nightwing starts wearing a cape, and the people of his city starts coming up with all sorts of theories for the sudden change. The range from him practicing because he’s taking over the cowl to him hiding new gadgets. Very few have seen Danny and those who have are often not believed because, “nightwing had glowing eyes under his cape!” Is not very believable.

He doesn’t wear the cape all the time just when he has Danny, the cape is long the outside is black but the inside has a blue and black feather design so it looks like wings when he glides. It has a feature where it retracts in to a role on his back when he need more freedom of movement. And I’m addition to the cape he now has an extra loop hanging form his belt for Danny to grab on to as the hop rooftops. (Danny can will him self to weigh nothing so dick tends to pull him along as he floats any way)

As the news of dicks sudden costume adjustment is circulating he has to come to the watchtower with B for a mission. Danny tags along hiding in his cape like all the Robin had before him with Bruce. Meanwhile Bruce is totally not going all mushy over his grandson he is totally normal about this. All of the Leagers keep giving dick looks.

Until flash finally ask

Wally: so um nightwing what’s with the cape? I thought you hated them?

Dick*with a bright smile across his face*: it’s for my shadow!

Wally: your shadow? How is a cape ganna hide your shadow.

Dick: no not my actual shadow it’s to hide my bird.

Diana: your bird?

*Dick flares one side of the cape revealing the feathered pattern underneath but nothing else is visible hidden under the cape*

Wally: I don’t se-

Dick: whistles like a bird call

Danny slowly fading in to view giving the league a small wave as he scrambles to hide behind dicks legs: Hello

Hal: really Bruce another one!?

Dick Smiling at the small boy in his cape before closing it : nope this one’s all mine!

Meanwhile John Constantine who is present for this mission is freaked the fuck out. Because that kid with the flowing white hair and glowing freckles is definitely not human. And worse than that from what he can sense it’s pretty darn powerful to. He watches as all of his coworkers are working to get the boy out from hiding cooing over him.

Clark: he’s looking a lot better nightwing

Wally: Waite you already new about him?

Clark: yes the boy is nightwings child I’m guessing he only is just now joining the team

Diana: what’s your name little one?

Danny poking his head out of the cape: phantom my name is phantom

Fuck why was that name familiar? Oh shit that’s right John had heard rumors of the new ghost king and a prince milling around the infinite realms this must be the little ghost prince. How the fuck did dick end up with him? Waite sups said that was dicks kid, hold did dick?

John: ha Oh my god! You crazy fucker you fucked the ghosts king!

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

what would they look like as villains? I know that some have canonical versions, but I would like to see your intropritation (let's be honest, for most - the evil alterego is an exact copy, but only with a slightly modified color palette and frowning eyebrows)

(I'm sorry for my English)

oh, this was a wonderful ask to get on the eve of spooky month ;D im not god at villain (re)design but it was a fun thinking exercise! (also im assuming you were asking about HoMies xD so)

I mean, there is only so much one can do to remake protagonists into villains and yet still have them remain recognizable, so no wonder evil!versions often are just recolor/frowny sort, but I tried my best to be creative ;D

(and your english is alright! no worries)

also while you can imagine them being as villanous as you want in these designs, there are some little blurbs/backstories i made up for myself as I tried to design them, if you are interested (they are various shades of dark, since you know, tragic backstory and all that lol):

Kim Possible - Hero for Hire turned Mercenary for Money - Kim is widely known for her profeciency in hand-to-hand and quick thinking when on the jobs, but one time something went terribly wrong. Maybe client info was unreliable, or a freak accident, but as the result both Kim and Ron got hurt, leaving Ron in a hospital permanently, and Kim with scars and trauma. After that the girl who worked on favors and rides lost her trust/belief in goodness of people, becoming jaded by reality of a job she accidently found herself in. Kim changed into someone very cold and calculated, someone who started taking jobs that required using serious weapons instead of gadgets, and more importantly getting paid, so she could support her best friend (who is in coma and thus unable to influence this downwards spiral Kim find herself in).

(in contrast to canon!Kim's free flowing hair, she ties it back in order to never be distracted in crucial moment. has a lot of new scars due to more dangerous jobs. i still cant decide if she kills with her weapons or not, but she certainly learned to hurt people. also a very complicated relationship with Shego, since Kim is also a mercenary now, but Shego still remembers that girl she was and is conflicted about this new Kim)

Danny Fenton/Phantom - Ghostly Hero turned Ice Prince - s3e6 Urban Jungle turned out differently, when in the end, defeating Undergrowth, meant also hurting everyone he had been connected to at that moment (level of hurt depends on your preference for angst i guess lol), but anyway, Danny horrified by what he have done (and with memory of Dan still haunting him), still technically unstable with his Ice Powers, flees back into the Ghost Zone to the one place he knows he won't be able to hurt anyone. Sequestering himself in the Far Frozen, he goes full Elsa, and become a remote Ice Prince, that even Far Frozen Yetis are still nervous around, with his only contact being Frostbite. Slowly he wastes away, freezing from his powers not only physically but also like emotionally.

(fun (?) tidbit: fur on his new snow cape/coat is from yetis, unfortunate to wander too close to ice prince. so there are a bunch of partially bald yetis in far frozen lol. Danny is constantly covered in bits of ice and frost, since his ice powers are unstable due to emotional damage. Danny's crown is not a conscious choice, but rather a manifestation of Far Frozen starting to bond with Danny's ice core to become his lair and also sort of recognizing Danny as future Ghost King.)

Jake Long - American Dragon Guardian turned Corrupted by Dark Magic Dragon - Series Finale The Hong Kong Longs, ended differently, when Dark Dragon left a parting shot before he was inprisoned for another Millennium. Since meeting Jake, Dark Dragon has been interested in aquiring him as minion/apprentice(?), and had been steadily trying to sway him to his side. But as he lost he made a last ditch attempt, infecting Jake with Dark Magic. As the result, Jake now cannot control his Dragon Form, being steadily consummed by the Darkness and turning more Draconic as time passes, until he will become full Dragon all the time and under the thrall of Darkness. The change is harsh and as the result Jake falls into violent moments during which he hurt his loved ones that fight to keep him from changing. In one of his more lucid moments, Jake flees to hide away in order not to hurt anyone.

(it seems an interesting thought to expand on the possiblity that the Dragon form can overwhelm the human part and that it would associate with dark magic to succumb to its baser instincts, and also would be a great opening to all those wonderful draconic fan headcanons fandom made about Jake lol)

Ben Tennyson - Hero Wielder of Omnitrix turned Corrupted/Hacked Ultimatrix Unstable User - During Alien Force Ben tried multiple times to hack/meddle with Omnitrix settings, and when he continuously tried the same with Ultimatrix in Ultimate Alien, something has gone wrong. Ultimatrix has bonded deep into Ben's DNA and body, and now every change is felt acutely, not to mention the alien perceptions are now unfiltered and Ben recieves the raw experience of being a different speices/state. It comes to a point when it start to mess with his mind, only made worse by Dagon's reemergence and all the enemies. In the final showdown of Ultimate Enemy goes differently, how? no idea (again depends on your preference level of angst lol). But as the result, Ben, unstable and a little crazy, is on the run with his corrupted Ultimatrix, his reputation in tatters and is considered dangerous by Plumbers.

(i had a little extra idea of Omniverse continuation, where new Plumber Rook Blonko, now has to hunt his hero turned crazy tragic villain Ben Tennyson. Very emotional and angsty (and a bit gay lol), where Rook continuously trying to unsuccessfully catch crazy Ben and convince him to let Azimuth and plumbers to help him.)

Juniper Lee - Youngest Te Xuan Zhe turned Corrupted/Fallen Te Xuan Zhe - in this case in Out of the Past, what Ah-Mah Jasmine feared about Fallen Te Xuan Zhe Kay Yee managing to corrupt Jun has sort of came to pass. After defeating Kai Yee, being touched by the overwhelming power of Magical Elders has left its mark on Jun, as well as Kai Yee's words and Jasmine's initial fear about/distrust in Jun (she is like 11-12 people, it would FUCK HER UP MENTALLY???). As Jun goes through her rebellious teen phase, the unfairness of her trapped position as protector and the demands of it, grates on her more and more, and she finds refuge in studying magic. As the result, her magical ability grows and as her desire for freedom, and the smallest seed of corruption from the events of Out of the Past grow too. So in the end, Jun learns magic to wield it , like Kai Yee, but unlike Kai Yee, not just for battle, but for personal goal of freeing herself and any future Te Xuan Zhe of her family line.

(fun tidbit, Jun doesn't continue to dye her hair pink, instead she uses blood from battle ;D morbid i know but i couldnt help it i like the imagery of her passing her bloody hands through the white part to paint it. she has lightning scars all over her body, that appear only when she uses magic - a manifestation of her brush with orb of magic elders.)

Rex Salazar - Last Hope Against EVO turned Contained and Controlled Weapon of Providence - Rex's return 6 months after Breach transported him and his introduction to Black Knight goes very differently. Instead of prolonged mind games, Black Knight just imprisons Rex pretty much right away while he is vulnerable, content to attempt to trigger Rex's amnesia ad use the mind-control collar, to turn him into her mindless weapon. She was sorta successful? But with Ceaser on the inside, he managed, with the help of Six and Holiday, to free Rex, even if it was too late to save his mind. As the result, whatever reeducation Rex suffered from Black Knights left him instinctively reacting with force and in defense. The whole last part of the season goes very differently in this state, and the finale also ends differently, with Rex, overwhelmed with power of Omega Nanite (God) but in no mind to actually control it. So in the end he is forced to be contained as his friends and family try to figure out how to save him.

(the angst of mind-controlled Rex is something I enjoy, but since he canonically is immune to it, the idea of an induced amnesiac episode seemed like a best bet for this one, but with like double the angst since Six&Holiday would have to struggle not only with Rex being turned into amind-controlled weapon but also him not knowing them)

Randy Cunningham - Chosen Norrisvile Ninja turned Disgraced/Fallen Ex-Ninja - relatively early in his career, after accidently releasing Tengu and Howard getting possesed by it, Randy makes an ultimate sacrifice by burning the Ninja Mask in order to defeat Tengu. However, he didn't expect that Tengu-possesed Howard to be sealed away together and the Ninja title being taken away from him for his reckless (even if noble) decision. Frantic, because he lost two important parts of his life, his best friend and heroic purpose, Randy tries to get the reborn mask back, but it, along with the Ninjanomicon were spirited away by the Messenger to pass on to another candidate. And thus starts Randy's panicked downward spiral and frantic attempts to get back the mask in order to free Howard. Since he still has his memories, Randy trains to become a better fighter. He knows he has to fight the new ninja for the mask, since he believes the Ninjanomicon would advice strongly against New Ninja helping Randy free Howard. In school He becomes known as resident outcast with bad reputation who lost his best friend under suspicious circumstances, and magical underbelly of Norrisville another antagonist for the Ninja to battle. However he still retains an odd sense of honor about Ninja (because he was one) so when opportunities to team up with Sorcerer, McFist, Sorcereress come up, he either ignores them or uses them for his own goal. The closest thing to hit home for him was when Mac Antfee also tried to get mask back, but for his own selfish purposes unlike Randy, well, lets just say Randy was pissed.

(i feel bad since i practically nipped Randy's career right on the bud, unlike others, but this one felt like a good turning villain opportunity unlike season finale. also! the idea of Randy beng an antagonist to the next ninja, while struggling with his own goodness and desire to save Howard is incredibly interesting to me lol. also he got scars from Tengu)

Zak Saturday - Heroic Fighter for Cryptids turned Cryptid Kur re-Reborn - the last episode, where Argost took powers of Kur and subsequently Zak died for about 3 minutes, Zak didn't reawaken unscathed. Kur is not only powers to control Cryptids, it was a person once, and after Zak died and was ressurected, a part of Kur has come forth, because some part of Zak has been lost in his death. A changed Zak Saturday worries his family, with him being quiet and introspective, not to mention pale/golden eyed and slightly zombie-like from his brush with death. Inside, parts of Zak the Kid and Kur the Olden Cryptid mesh and mix, leaving this new Zak struggling with who he is. As time passes however, Zak the Kid is slowly loosing the battle with a much more powerful older part of the soul of Kur (it wouldnt normally happen but Zak the Kid lost a significant part of his spirit when he died, which was filled with Kur) slowly regain his abilities (like in TGAS). At some point a change happens, and Zak retreats from his family, starting to wander the world as two parts of him struggle for dominance.

(fun tidbit! Zak's outfit is the same from his future vision of him overtaking the world as Kur, it seemed approrpiate lol. Also for some reason I kept thinking of Van Kleiss (from Generator Rex) when designing evil!Zak. they kinda have the same vibe)

Jenny XJ-9 Wakeman - Robotic Hero of Earth turned Robotic Overlord - this is a bit of mixed influences from different points: in season finale Dr. Locust turns Dr. Wakeman's creation against her; Jenny's Older Brother Armagedroid; Vexus attempt to sway Jenny to her fellow robots side; the whole year where Jenny was mind-controlled by a bratty kid and everyone feared her and even her mother planned to create a new XJ-10 in order to defeat her; and also a bit random but that one time Jenny pretended to be a villain Ruby Rocket (hence the red color scheme with bits of Armagedroid/Cluster designs). I have a bit less clear timeline for this, but lets just say its gradual and that at some point a lot of manipulations Jenny suffered turned her against humanity and their use of her robotic brethern. While she does not desire to destroy humanity like her brother, she certainly lost her trust in it, and after a manipulation one time too many, she snaps, turns into a leveled up version of Ruby Rocket/Anti-hero persona, she takes her sisters and leaves to Cluster, where Vega welcomes her. Jenny still protects Earth, but admittingly from afar and in a more evil way I guess?? She loves her mother, but she struggles with Dr Wakeman's previous disregard of her siblings and just callous regard to her creations (Wakeman can be cold/serious/to-the point, without Jenny constantly reminding her that she wants to be like a normal girl).

(Jenny was the hardest, because I couldnt find a clear point of turning in the series for her, so I decided to go with gradual change of mind about humanity sort of deal.)

oof this turned a bit long lol, thank you anyone who read through this clusterfuck! As you can see i sort of went with 'Were a Hero - tragically turned Anti-Hero due to circumstances' kind of vibe, since Im just unable to imagine these guys be like trully horrible evil villains (and this way is more angsty, since, like Fallen Heroes and all that). Im not that creative lol. Anyway, i hope you were as entertained as i was when creating this haha ;D

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a misfortune | (mechanic!harry part 1)

Okay, so here is my version of the grumpy!harry x sunshine!yn trope. I had midterms so this got a bit late! Sorry! I don't rhink you waited for my shitty writing, but here it is (forcefully)

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Summary: Harry is a grumpy asshole, but he is also a mechanic that you are in desperate need of. Sunshine!reader x Grumpy! harry trope

Word Count: ~2k

8 hours.

That's how long you've been in the backseat of your car, and chewing on your already swollen nails. All your belongings, from clothes to your oversized makeup bag, toiletries, blankets, bedsheets, and even your electronic gadgets, are crammed beside you on the backseat. Your life has spiraled into chaos because your landlord has kicked you out.

Tears well up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you recall the moments that have led you to this bleak situation. It isn't fair, which is something you think. That isn't true though. You haven't paid your proper rent in nearly six months, frequently stumbling home at obnoxious hours, blasting loud music when you were drunk and high, and you hadn't even bothered to check the 15-day eviction notice that arrived almost 20 days ago. So, yes, your landlord had every right to kick you out.

You were irresponsible, reckless, and didn't give two cares until you became homeless. With your car serving as an unwelcome shelter, you realize you should have been more responsible. You should have cared more about your living situation before it all came crashing down on you. If only you had taken your life more seriously, you wouldn't be stuck in your car on this cold, lonely night.

It was the beginning of November, and you had so many plans about decorating your small apartment. You had fetched out the Christmas lights too, planning on hanging them out the following weekend. The memory of those festive plans, the warmth of the holiday spirit, now feels like a distant dream.

You wipe away your tears, but they keep flowing. You shift some of your stuff down on the floor of the car to make some space to sleep in. You curl up into yourself in the small space, and after a few more tears, you're finally asleep.

You're woken by harsh knocks on your window. You try to open your eyes, but the sunlight pouring in through the window is so blinding that you have to squint and shield your face with your hand.

It's a man, who looks angry at you. You roll down the window a bit so you can hear what he's saying.

“Could you move your car out of here, please?”

You rub your eyes and finally get a look at your surroundings, and you see that you've basically parked at the entrance of a house.

“Yeah-yeah. I will. Sorry,” you grunt with a raspy voice, and he goes back inside.

You quickly fix your clothes and your hair, and grabbed the car keys from your pocket. Opening the door, you got out of the backseat and got back out front.

Pushing the key in, you turned it, but the engine didn’t start. You tried it again and again, biut all in vain.

Great.

Just fucking great.

Now even your car had given up on you.

You felt like crying all over again, this was all so heartbreaking. You had to get the car checked almost two months ago, when the check engine light had started to blink first.

You pulled out your phone and searched for a nearby garage. Hopefully, there was one that was 2 blocks away. But that meant you wouyld have to push your car two blocks.

You could also call a tow service, but that would take money, and money was something you were running short on.

With a loud sigh, you switched the handbrake on, and got out of the car.

Rolling up your sleeves, you started to push it. The car was so heavy, and you managed a good 200 meters, before you were sweating profusely, and almost gave up, putting your hands on your knees and breathing loudly.

A kind man offered to help, and thank lord he did. With lots of struggle and a good 15 minutes, you were finally able to reach the garage.

Quick Fix Auto

You read the garage name, before lockiong your car and walking in. It was still 8 pm, so you doubted getting any help at this hour.

“Hello?”

You called out tentatively as you entered the garage and walked further into the shop, past the cars and vehicles scattered out front. Hopefully, a second voice would call you back, or you would have had to wait for someone to come in.

“Yeah, I’m a bit busy. Be out in a minute,” the voice replied. It sounded British and thickly laced with an accent. You couldn't help but think that now a gorgeous British guy would see your horrible car, which was also your home, all wrecked up and messed up due to negligence. Bonus points to you for not even washing your face after waking up.

You briefly contemplated running away and finding another garage with an old mechanic. However, you realized you physically wouldn't have been able to do that. So, you took a deep breath, preparing to face the embarrassment and potential humiliation.

After a few moments, he came out, and boy, was he gorgeous. A white headband held his thick hair back, and below that was a beautifully shaped face with green eyes. His tan hands were covered in a bit of grease, and he had tools hanging from his upturned waistband.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, and you gulped hard, snapping back to reality from admiring his physique. Boy, was he pretty.

“Oh, um... I tried to start my car this morning, but it won’t start.”

“And what’s the issue? The battery is out, fuel is down?”

“I don’t know, that’s why I came here.”

“Jeez, your breath smells terrible. Alright, let me have a look at it. Keys?”

He extended his hand to take your keys while looking into your eyes. You squinted at him for his rude remark, then handed him the keys.

“You don’t have to be so rude, you know.”

He kept walking, ignoring your comment. As he reached your car, he stopped in his tracks when he saw your belongings inside it. He turned back to look at you, and you frowned. Eye bags, dark circles under your eyes, a sad face, and you hadn't even washed your face; you had to rush to get your car fixed. You were in bad shape.

He decided to draw a line and not throw questions at you. He opened your car and took a look inside, noticing that the check engine light was on.

“How long has this been on for?”

“Oh, that. Yeah, about... 2 months?”

He slumped his shoulders and came back out, walking to yhe front and opening the hood of the car. As soon as it went up, a big cloud of smoke escaped.

“Fuck. What did you do?”

He coughed a bit, taking a step back to let the smoke dissipate. You felt even more humiliated than before, but he seemed more focused on the issue with your car than making further remarks about your condition.

“Alright. So, this is not going to get fixed in a short while. It’s going to take atlest 2 days.”

“No! Where will I live?”

You exclaimed loudly, and his eyes widened.

You could book a hotel?”

“I don’t have money.”

“A motel?”

“How will I reach one? Most of them are out of town.”

“Right, so you could still sleep in it at night, but I lock the garage at 11. So, you will have to park it outside.”

She nodded her head, and he still felt bad for her.

“I’m Harry, by the way”

He extended the same grease-stained hand again, and she complied, shaking hands with him.

"I'm Yn." she said.

"There’s a bathroom at the back. You can clean up there if you want to. My staff comes in at 9, so you still have about half an hour."

She smiled at his kind offer. He might be rude and grumpy, but he wasn't a bad person.

"Thank you, Harry. I really appreciate it."

"Oh that's okay. But, you do have money to pay for your car, right?"

You did a quick calculation in your mind, and quickly came to the conclusion that you didn't have even that money.

"No, but- listen to me! My payday is here, so I'm gonna get paid soon. I have to buy few supplies first, and then I promise I will pay you as soon as possible. I'll borrow money from my friends."

"As long as I get paid, I don't care where you get the money from."

And the grumpiness was back.

"Okay! Can I go in?"

"Sure. Be my guest."

You got some stuff from the car and went inside the garage. walking all the way to the back, and finding the washroom. You locked the door and cleaned yourself up.

Meanwhile, Harry took a look at your car.

It was in a bad condition. it hadn't been serviced in over two years, and the engine oil hadn't been replaced in so long. The battery was old too. A lot of work had to be done. and he had no idea how he would manage when you literally lived in the car.

Meanwhile, you were happy to have gotten a place to brush and bathe. Initially, you thought you would have to go to a cafe or restaurant, and brushing and bathing there would’ve been embarrassing. Even though embarrassment and humiliation were your best friends now.

You walked out in clean clothes a while later. and saw your car standing at the same place, with no sign of Harry. You searched for him again, and found him at the back, working on the same car he had been in when you had arrived.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Why aren't you working on my car?"

He slid out from the bottom of the car, before replying, "I have other jobs too. First come, first serve. Plus, this one paid me in advance."

You frowned and flared at his words, and decided to deal with him later.

"So, can I take it, then? I have to go to work."

"No, I will work on it in the afternoon."

"Then how the hell am I supposed to reach work?"

"Many options, by foot, take the bus, order an Uber, Oh! Sorry! I forgot you didn't have money."

He mocked you once again, and this time, you seriously wanted to punch him across the face. Maybe you would, once your car was done. But right now, you have priorities.

"Alright, fine. But my stuff is in the car."

"Chill. Nobody's gonna take it. They might give things to you, though."

You rolled your eyes again, and went back to your car. Why did he have to be such a dick?

Gathering your bag, you stuffed your valuables, leaving only clothes and heavy articles behind. You shifted it to one corner, and draped a huge sheet to cover it.

"Okay, I'm leaving."

And once again, that grumpy asshole ignored you.

(next part)

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❥8 degrees (m)

↳ hyunjin loves so many things about you, and your willingness to placate his adventurous streak is certainly one of them.

hwang hyunjin x fem!reader — established relationship, explicit sexual content [2,3k wc] cws: penetrative sex (unprotected), hyunjin has a big dick, exhibitionism, dirty talk/praise, soft & they are in love.

Hyunjin liked having you in places he had no business taking you.

You always knew it was kind of his thing. It started as a quickie at home knowing the guys were coming home within the hour, and as time went on, Hyunjin kept cutting it closer and closer to their projected arrival time until eventually they did come home during a romp in the sheets together. The two of you weren't walked in on and no one was none the wiser - but you suspect that scenario changed Hyunjin in some way. Sometimes kinks have a funny way of unmasking themselves, even if by accident.

Then it was the dance studio one late Thursday night that he was practicing by himself. You brought take out and some small iced coffees knowing he was intending on making it a long night but you apparently didn't have any concept of exactly how long. The thought comes and goes quickly while he has the front of you pressed against the cabinet; clammy, sweaty fingers digging into the skin of your hips.

And there was also the time in the van - the van you have no business ever being in for any reason at all but a text from Hyunjin asking you to come help him bring some things in turns into legs dangling off of his marginally toned arms, teeth grinning into the skin on your neck.

So now, when you're asked to accompany Hyunjin anywhere, in the back of your mind you know what to expect.

"Oh good, you're right on time," Hyunjin says, darting up from his chair and getting the door from behind you as you carefully set all of the numerous items in your arms onto any available table space. "You should have called me to come down" he adds, watching you struggle with your hands full.

"Nah it's fine, I had it," you answer, shaking blood flow back into your appendages and looking up at him, "so how's it going?"

"Good, fine...I mean, it's going."

"So not particularly good or fine then."

"Yeah, not really."

He'd been working on something of his own for a few months now, and spent many a late night in the studio alone on top of all of the other responsibilities he had. In the beginning, he allowed you to accompany him, but as time went on and his inability to finish his project became stifling, the excuses for why you shouldn't come became more and more common, and less and less truthful. It was shame, and you knew that - you just didn't know how to fix it.

You leapt at the chance, when he finally invited you back.

Hyunjin sits back down in the chair, surprisingly large and spacious for just being a rolling desk chair - but suppose that is the luxury life of a successful entertainment company. You watch the way he stares daggers into the screen in front of him, a display of colorful lines and numbers and gadgets everywhere that you were sure you were never going to understand the intricacies of. Watch the way his eyes dart around as if trying to read actual words on a page but in an entirely differently language he was unfamiliar with. His arms cross. He looks sexy, and you feel a little bad for thinking that because you know he's struggling in the present moment but you can't help it.

"You should eat, babe."

As if your words break him from a trance, he seemingly snaps back to present day - raising an eyebrow toward you and rolling himself over to where you sit on the couch off to the side of him.

"I'm not too hungry, I’ll eat later."

"Hyunjin…" It's more of a disappointed, sort of accusatory tone than you meant, because you know he doesn't need the guilt of upsetting you on top of everything else. "Please, make sure you take time to eat tonight."

"I will, I promise," he responds, slightly pouting towards you and setting his chin down into his palm. "Come here, I missed you."

You set your styrofoam take out box to the side, carefully wiping your mouth with a napkin before making your way over to him. Hyunjin pulls you into his lap - legs to the side and wraps both arms around you and yours, squeezing you tightly before dipping one of his hands down to the hem of your dress. "It's 8 degrees outside tonight," he says questioningly, with lips pressed into your shoulder, and fingers slipping under the aforementioned hem to toy with the smooth skin there under.

You kind of knew that the recording studio was on the proverbial list. You came prepared after too many evenings of fumbling with tight skinny jeans under time constraints. 

"Turn around." 

Hyunjin's voice has already dropped when he whispers the words into you, huskier and more serious than he had been the moments before when he was teasing you about the temperature outside - allowing you to stand for just a moment before seating yourself back onto his lap with a leg dangling on either side of his now and arms circled around his shoulders. He doesn't waste time pulling you into him, pressing plush, pink lips into yours a bit harder than you expected for how early into the evenings activities you thought you were - but it appears that Hyunjin had every intention of hurrying things along - carefully gnawing at your bottom lip as his hands make their way to your behind, pulling the fabric of your dress up and away only to make another discovery that actually takes him so far back he physically pulls himself from you to look at you.

"No panties?"

It's almost a gasp, you like that look on him. You'll have to elicit that again somehow.

But you simply smile and pull him into you again, to which he happily - and much more hungrily this time - obliges. Hyunjin firmly plants his palms onto your ass again, this time digging blunt fingernails in to pull you closer against him and you can feel that his erection is already pressing into the confines of his sweat pants - and now your exposed core. Your lips part from his and exhale a breathy moan into his and he takes a moment to simply watch the way you fall for him all over again - his eyes darting all across your face just as they had been on the screen only minutes prior but this time he's taking you in - all of your best attributes and expressions and sounds.

You know this is his element, and you know he can't hold out too long.

"Stand up," he whispers, lightly nudging you to stand up off his lap but only long enough and with enough space for him to slide his pants down to his thighs and expose himself - pulling you back down quickly by the waist. He watches as you hover over him, the fabric of your dress bunched up in your fists to each side of your hips as if doing the lewdest curtsey before descending down onto his length.

Hyunjin doesn't pull you down into a seated position - he knows better. He's very aware of how big his cock is - length in particular - being an issue on occasion, and the lack of foreplay this evening not helping matters. He simply holds you by the waist, in place, until you take it upon yourself to move. 

Feeling full was an understatement. You enjoyed watching his face as you excruciatingly slowly made your way down his shaft, centimeter by centimeter sinking onto him knowing he desperately wants you to take every inch right then and there but also reveling in knowing that you can't - that most people can't. It turned both of you on knowing how big he was.

"Please move." Is the first thing out of his mouth, and you're not fully in a seated position yet for all of the previously mentioned reasons, but you pull off of him slightly so that you can press back down him - despite the fact that the weight and motion on your thighs burns only a few movements in - it's worth it to watch the way Hyunjin comes undone beneath you, fingers digging into your skin again and now actually trying to pull you further down onto his cock - because he feels like he's going crazy. Because he feels an inhuman desire to be bottomed out in you in that moment. "Can you take it?" he whispers into your mouth, wrapping lithe arms around your body to slowly pull you the rest of the way onto his length, and you brace yourself for what might be evening-ending pain if you're not ready for it yet. He watches every movement your face makes as he does so - carefully holding you in place and taking you in as he seats you flush onto his lap - finally able to bottom out inside of you - and it's a sigh of relief for both of you instead of a disastrous yelp and end to the fun of the night (which isn't foreign to either of you, either.)

"See baby? You can take me," Hyunjin groans into your collarbone, ever so slightly angling his hips up and pressing even further into you than what flush on his lap grants. It hurts - slightly. It hurts in the same way that feels intriguingly good - teetering on the edge of excruciating. He pulls out only a few centimeters before pushing back up and into you - a slow and hard grind again - using the strength and leverage he has on your body to pull you onto him as much as he can. He whispers into your skin again, "you take me so well, you're taking it all," and it's the way that his voice sounds when he's so desperate for your body and the release you'll grant him that causes your walls to clench around him. And he notices. Taking the opportunity to pull you down with more of his strength again.

At no point is he necessarily fucking you - at least, not in the typical sense that someone would expect when hearing the phrase. Hyunjin is testing you. Hyunjin is seeing how much of him you can take and how far he can go before you have to tap out. It's definitely a power move - an ego thing, but you're happy to oblige because having him inside of you like this is absolutely heavenly. 

It's almost involuntary, the way your hands press down and against his thighs in an attempt to create distance between the head of his cock and your cervix, but the pressure he applies to your insides makes you relentlessly milk his length even with little movement, and he feels every throb of your needy cunt - kissing and smiling into your neck and chest as he continues to ever so carefully pull your tiny body onto all of the inches that under normal circumstances you may never expect to be able to take into your body - but the way your pussy aches for him to move, sopping wet around him despite barely any actual stimulation to you tells the both of you that Hyunjin must be a perfect fit after all.

"Hy-Hyun-" you finally manage to whimper out, trying to get leverage to grind into his lap or against something that will give you actual friction despite the fact that he has you firmly wrapped into his arms, and he realizes immediately. 

"I know baby," he answers, dropping his arms from you and allowing his hands to rest gently onto your hips in the event that he'll need to help. You quickly begin moving - and it's a slow pace at first but not for long at all - the previous stimulation surprisingly doing a number on your desperate need to cum. You grind into his lap hard, quick, pretty fingernails clawing into his shoulders in an attempt to receive the leverage you need to get yourself there and Hyunjin simply watches in awe - bottom lip pulled between his teeth and the occasional moan escaping from him. You moan his name again - sort of - as much of it as you can get out and he snaps to attention, pulling himself forward with chest against your own, hands now pulling your hips harder into his lap than before in an attempt to help get you there.

"H-hand, fuck," is all you can get out before you drop your head back but it's all the direction he needs, bringing his dominant hand around to the front of you and pressing sloppy, aggressive circles into your clit - desperate to watch you cum and much to both of your surprise it doesn't take long - much less time than usual - before he hisses a cuss as he feels your cunt vice grip his cock as you cum into his lap, desperately trying not to cry out but failing in somewhat spectacular fashion. You'd have thought that you would be better at fucking in public spaces by now but turns out you might only be getting worse at it. Hyunjin snaps you back from the noise concern, taking your hips into his hands with a rigid grip of his own and fucking you hard through your orgasm while also chasing his own and it doesn't take him much either - "fuck, fuck, I'm-" but the words are choked back from ever leaving his lips, one of his arms coming up your back and gripping onto your shoulder from behind to give him the leverage he really wants to fuck his cum into you the way he desires to, and you feel every stroke and throb as he releases deep - once again pulling you down to take absolutely every bit of him that you can into yourself. 

It's a few moments of heaving chests and heavy breaths before Hyunjin finally lets go of you and allows you to create any sort of space between the two bodies, half-lidded, completely fucked out eyes eventually finding your own, and he only smiles before leaning forward and resting his head lazily on your chest.

"I'll eat now."

♡ send me your thoughts and feelings in my ask  (⌒‿⌒)  —this is a oneshot, there will be no part 2.   i think this is one of the first things i ever wrote nearly three years ago lol

[deadsetobsessions]

“My bad, homeslice.”

“You are so old.” Duke grumbled at Dick, clutching his bleeding nose where Dick had just kicked it by accident in the middle of showing Damian a move.

“I’m not old!” Dick quickly grabbed the med kit to help stem the blood flow and assess the injury. “I know you’re trying to get back at me right now, but I’m not old!”

“You literally used “I’m the bomb.com” yesterday, unironically.” Steph grinned. Her wrapped fists slammed into the punching bag, Steph’s form taking on a bit of Cassandra’s flow. She alternated between brutal kicks and devastating punches, the repetitive motions ingraining the moves until it was less of a move and more of a reflex. “Face it, you’re getting old.”

“I believe you are greying, Richard. Perhaps you should invest in hair dyes.” Damian smirked, handing duke a bandage.

“Greying? GREYING?” Dick looked as if he’d taken a devastating blow, dramatically clutching his metaphorical pearls and swooning. “My hair is perfectly black! Look at these gorgeous locks, Damian! You’re killing me! I’m not turning old!”

“Yeah, guys, he’s not old.” Tim chimed in from his own training area, bo staff no longer slicing through the air. Instead, Tim was crouched down, adding enhancements and gadgets onto his staff.

“Thank you, Tim! See? At least I can trust Tim to have my back!”

“He’s not old,” Tim repeated, glancing up in amusement. “He’s just elderly.”

Dick let out a dramatic gasp. “Betrayed! By my own kin! You beasts!”

“Oh no, what a nightmare.” Duke intoned sarcastically, muffled behind the patch job done on his nose.

“This is the jungle, Richard. The laws of nature must be upheld.” Damian jabbed a pouting Dick Grayson back to the training mats.

Duke snickered, wiping off specks of blood. “Yeah, and the elderly gotta make way for the young.”

“You guys are such assholes, I respect it.”

Duke gave him an innocent look, aided by the guilt inducing bloody rag on his face.

“Thanks. I’m a a natural at it.” Steph threw a grin over her shoulder and finished up her training. “Hey, old man, wanna show me that flip you did off of Brunner’s Chemical Disposal?”

Dick grumbled but acquiesced.

[m0llygunn]

level one (modern!eddie x fem!reader)

tired of eddie spending far too much time playing games on his new laptop, you decide to play your own little game...

contents: 18+! mature language, smut, handjob, dirty talk, pet names, desperate eddie, porn with plot an: go go gadget extendo arms wc: 4.8k

You watch as Eddie’s forearm flexes with every press of his index finger on the mouse. The clicking of the button, too many clicks for you to count, sound throughout your room as he sits at your vanity— beauty products pushed back to make space for him and his stupid new gaming laptop. 

The way his forearm tenses with each subtle movement of his fingers reminds you of other acts he could do that would elicit the same flex of his muscles. It makes you squirm in your bed in anticipation— anticipation that has been absolutely testing your limits.

You’ve been patient— beyond patient. He knows you’re waiting for him. He knows he shouldn’t be playing his game right now. He said he wouldn’t. He said it was your night, yet, here he is, preoccupied with his video game.  

His forearm tenses in rapid clicks that peter out with a content sigh. He stretches his hand, drops the mouse and stretches his wrist out. He hums again, clearly happy with whatever the outcome of his game was. You hold your breath, hoping that maybe the screen will minimize and he’ll be done. Sorely mistaken, he reclaims the mouse in his hand and the steady clicking resumes. 

You can’t take it anymore, you’ve waited long enough. You stand up quickly, tiptoeing your way to stand behind him. You try to catch his gaze in your vanity mirror but his eyes stay locked into the screen. In a desperate attempt for his attention, you rest both hands on his shoulders— nothing. With his lack of reaction, you slowly slide your flattened palms downwards. 

“Eddie,” you whisper, nudging his headphones with the side of your face as you lean over him, hands smoothing over his shoulders, down his pecs to rest on his stomach. He radiates warmth from the heavy flow of adrenaline and heightened heart rate from playing his game for far too long. 

“Mhm,” he hums, paying you less than a second of attention. His screen flashes bright colours as it changes rapidly with whatever he’s doing in game. The frequent clicks of his mouse and taps of his keyboard don’t stutter in the slightest. 

“Eddie,” you say louder, voice dripping in a whine. 

“Baby, just a minute,” he answers, attention so obviously elsewhere. 

“You said that an hour ago,” you pout. Leaning over him completely, you slide your hands even lower, fingertips reaching his belt line. You watch his reaction in the mirror of your vanity— nothing.

Threading your fingers under the material of his belt, you pull the leather through the loops, metal clanking as you loosen it. You get your first real ounce of attention from  Eddie when he spares a glance downwards. His eyes quickly divert back to his screen, attention barely drawn long enough to spot an inconsistency in his game play. 

“I’m still on call,” he states quickly, referring to the voice chat he’s always in with his friends. He’s been quiet for the past while so you weren’t sure, but maybe this makes things even more fun for you. 

“Oh?” you reply innocently. 

Twisting the fabric around the button of his jeans, you pull it undone before dragging down the zipper.

“Baby, I’ll be done in two minutes. Just give me two minutes,” he bargains with divided attention. 

“You just said one minute,” you retort, keeping your voice low, giving him your own divided attention. With your chin hooked over his shoulder you watch as the tent in his boxers comes to life, like an instinctive reaction to your hands being anywhere near his waistline. You don’t hold back your smile, you love the effect you have on him. 

Running your fingers over the band of his underwear, you don’t miss the hitch of his breath. You let your palm smooth across the soft cotton of his boxers, feeling the stiffening of his length just underneath. His stomach tenses behind your wrists and you hear the sound of him swallowing down thickly. Turning your head, you press a kiss to his neck, tracing your fingers over his length. You hear the quiet intake of breath as he readies himself to speak. 

“Baby, just a minute.” It comes out as a thick whine. You adore when he whines, could listen to it all day if it wasn’t so cruel. Closing your hand around his clothed cock, a moan falls from his lips that he quickly tries to cover with a cough.

“You really want me to stop?” you whisper.

He clears his voice, now all too aware of the quiet listeners on the other end of his mic. “I just need to finish this,” he says, over correcting his wavering voice by deepening it to a low register. 

“That’s not what I asked,” you say, breathing out an amused huff from your nose. 

“The guys can hear you,” he states. He adjusts the way he’s sitting, spreading his legs out wider on the chair to accommodate the growth between his thighs. His focus is slowly becoming yours but too much of it still remains on his game for your liking. 

With a smile, you press another kiss to his neck before switching to rest your head on his other shoulder, right next to the mic on his headphones. 

“Hi boys,” you purr and just like that, you have his full attention. With a hand quickly moving to muffle the mic in his fist, he turns to face you. 

“What are you doing?” he asks incredulously with wide eyes. He pulls the headphones off, tossing them to the table, eyes never leaving yours. 

You blink at him— pledging your innocence. “Saying hi to your friends?” you answer, with a virtuous tilt of your head.

His wide eyes transform into a humoured bewilderment.  “That’s not what you were doing,” he laughs with a cynical shake of his head. 

“Eddie. I’m just saying hi. Can’t I say hi?” 

His short lived humorous front drops, turning serious very quickly. With an intense look, he meets your eyes, leaning in towards you. 

“You can’t say hi to my friends when you’re touching my dick, baby,” he says, hushing his voice, adding an accusatory emphasis to his name of endearment . It’s condemning but you don’t confess your sins— not yet, there’s still so much more fun to be had. 

“Well, did they at least say hi back?” you ask, ignoring him.

His mouth closes, pressing into a flatline. His dark eyes tick with a weak, forced, annoyance. He gives you a look, brows straightening out, eyes blinking once to harden, face tilting downwards to you— you could only describe it as an attempt to be stern.

 “Baby. Give me 5 minutes and I’ll come to bed. 5 minutes.” It’s not a whine, it’s not a plea— it is stern. His eyes narrow in on you with a sincerity that makes your brows furrow and lungs fill with an argumentative breath. You let out a pouted grunt, not an agreement or disagreement, and he naively takes it as an answer. 

He regroups himself, returning to face forward as he stretches his wrist out, tendons flexing all the way up his forearm before taking the mouse in his hand again. You sink your chin over his shoulder like before, hugging around his shoulders. It might seem like an act of defeat, but it's not.

When the clicking of the mouse and tapping of the keyboard return to its regular rhythm, you run your hands back down his chest. You feel Eddie huff a breath but you ignore it, trailing your hands down to his open jeans, letting your hands just barely touch his fully hard length trapped in the confinement of his boxers. You tut to yourself.

“Must be uncomfortable,” you whisper against the sensitive skin of his neck, giving him shivers. He shimmies his shoulders slightly, shaking the fluttery jolts away. 

“It is,” he answers, trying his best to focus on his game. You press a kiss to the side of his neck, working your way upwards, softening his hardened disposition with nothing more than your lips. When you place a kiss behind his ear, he tilts his head, giving you more space and you know you have him.

“Want me to help?” you ask, resting the palms of your hands on his lower belly. 

“In five minutes,” he answers unconvincingly, head still cocked to the side for you to continue your kisses.

“How about this,” you whisper. Eddie stays silent so you carry on, “you can have your cake and eat it too?”

He hums, a hint of intrigue appearing in his voice for the first time tonight.

“You keep playing your game, and I’ll keep myself entertained with my game?” you offer, punctuating your words with a kiss to his neck. 

“Baby,” he laughs breathily. You run your hand down to his length again, rubbing your thumb over his boxers where the head of his cock lays. His breath catches.

“Want me to keep going?” you ask in a sultry tone. He nods. You run your thumb over his tip again, feeling the dampness seeping through the material.

“Keep going, baby, please,” he whimpers and that’s enough encouragement for you to crawl your hands up to the waistband of his boxers. 

Lifting the elastic, you slide one hand in, taking his aching cock in your fist and squeezing it lightly.

“Fuck,” he curses, hips tilting towards your touch.

In a swift movement, he retreats both hands from his game, bringing them to the waistband of his jeans and tugging them just far enough down his hips so you can comfortably pull his cock out. He returns his hands to his game, pressing some buttons, making the screen flash bright colours. You can’t help but smile to yourself. 

“Now you’re excited, huh?” you say with a teasing laugh, hand still resting around his length in the confines of his boxers.

“Baby,” he whines. “If you wanna do this, don’t tease.”

“Baby,” you coo back mockingly. He huffs a sigh but you continue all the same. “I’m about to make you cum while you’re playing your stupid game, you don’t get to tell me what to do,” you purr, pulling his cock out with one hand and pushing the band under his balls with the other.

His cock sits heavy in your hand, tip already glistening with a pretty pearlescent sheen. You feel Eddie’s chest puff out with his deep breath, preparing himself for what you’re about to do.

Despite his anticipation, in a swift movement you pull your hand away from him. His length bob against his bunched up boxers and his chest deflates as he lets out a disapproving ‘humph’. You know you’re milliseconds away from another whined ‘baby’. 

“Spit,” you demand, bringing your hand closer to his mouth. 

Glancing over his shoulder he briefly catches your gaze, eyebrows arched up in confusion. “Me?” he asks dumbly, uncertain if you were speaking to him. 

“Yeah, you. Unless you want me to rub your cock dry?”

You see the faint grimace he makes, probably as he thinks about the sensation of dry skin on dry skin. He lowers his mouth to your hand, dribbling out a glob of spit. You move to take his cock again but he stops you with a hand on your wrist, bringing your open palm back to his mouth as he spits a second time.

“Aww, want your cock nice and wet?” you coo, smiling as you crane your neck to see his face from over his shoulder.

“Baby,” he whispers, a hint of embarrassment colouring his whine. You love him like this, you really do. Having him so bashful yet pliant. 

“Just relax, baby. I’ll take care of you,” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek this time. 

You take him in your right hand, spreading his spit over his length. With your thumb, you glide over his leaking head gathering precum before fisting all the way to his base. He bucks forwards in your hand and you can’t help but smirk. 

“Want it really wet and messy, huh? That’s how you like it?” you say lowering your voice, running your fist up his length, watching as the mixture spreads and shines over his skin.  

“Mhmm,” he moans, cock jumping in your hand. 

“Should we make it more wet than this?”

“Please, baby,” he answers, voice already sounding strangled. You pull your hand away, spitting into your palm. Eddie groans, listening to the wetness of your mouth. He moves his head closer to yours, tilting it as he affectionately nudges his warm cheek against yours.

An appreciative hum sounds in the back of your throat as you bring your hand back down to his cock. Wrapping your hand around him again, you loosely pump up and down his length. He’s being cute now, not so much for the better half of the last hour though.

“Too bad you didn’t come to bed, coulda been my mouth doing all the work,” you tut. 

His breath stutters as he absorbs your words and a groaned “fuck” rises in his throat. Raising your other hand up to your face, you lick your palm before spitting into it.

“Then it woulda been really messy for you,” you finish, nuzzling your own cheek to his.

“You could still use your mouth,” he offers in a hushed voice, hopefulness peeking out in his tone. If he was good and came to bed that would have been your obvious choice, but it weighs heavy in your mind that he kept you waiting. 

“Nuh-uh,” you laugh. At the same time you reach your newly wet palm under his length, cradling his balls in your hand. His hips lift from your upholstered chair, shoulders rising high enough to bump your chin as he lets out a mangled gasp that divulges into a heavy moan when you start to lightly massage them.

“Jesus Christ,” he curses, hips lowering back down. His hands stay sitting on his mouse and laptop but halt all movement as his head knocks backwards, coming to rest against your shoulder.

“Play your game, Eddie. You wanted to play so bad, don’t get distracted now.”

You run your fist up and down his length in slow languid strokes. In your other hand, you fondle his balls, massaging them with careful fingers that have his thighs tensing. His head knocks your cheek, still gentle, but harder than the affectionate nudge from before. He’s shaking his head, reduced to a one track mind, all thoughts of playing his game lost in the wind. 

“Faster, please,” he pleads, meeting the thrusts of your fist with short jerks of his hips. 

“Play your game, Eddie,” you say sternly, keeping your steady pace.

He lets out a huff of discontent before sucking in a breath. “Can't,” he whines, hair jostling beside you, tickling your cheek, as he shakes his head again. 

“Oh but you have to, Eddie. You keep playing your game I’ll keep playing mine,” you tease, reveling in the whine and neediness rooted in the man crumbling before you. 

Crumbling— yet pulling himself together enough to please you. 

You watch as Eddie gathers enough focus to press the buttons, moving around aimlessly in his game. He’s definitely not completing any objectives— whatever those may be, but it’s enough for you to keep pumping his cock, slowly but surely increasing your pace.

His chest heaves under your arms, short breaths panting in and out beside your ear for you to hear. The way he presses the buttons on his keyboard is frenetic, in bursts as he remembers his personal objective is to keep playing. 

“Poor boy,” you coo. “Doesn’t know what he wants. First he wants to play his little game, then he wants to cum,” you tut. 

“Don’t want to play anymore,” he says through a tired, strangled breath, embellishing his words with a whimper as you run your thumb over his tip. 

“No?” you ask, sprinkling your words with an overzealous empathy.

“No, just want you,” he answers, voice small and pitiful. His statement is more impactful on you than just his hearty whines, it plays its purpose well, pulling at your heartstrings, making your lower lip jet out in a sentimental pout.

“That’s sweet,” you answer, nearly matching the same smallness of his voice. 

He tilts his head to yours again in another affectionate nudge. “Mhm,” he agrees, pressing his cheek to yours. 

His fingers relax on the keyboard and you decide he’s had enough teasing for now. You punctuate your game with a chaste kiss to his cheek.

Showing him mercy, moving your fist faster, Eddie steadily meets each pump with a roll of his hips until he’s fucking your fist in quick, desperate thrusts. His head rests back against your shoulder and you hum in his ear encouraging him to keep going.

“Feel good, baby?” you ask.

“Mhmm, feels really good,” he chokes out, sucking in a deep breath making his belly push out against your forearms. 

Twisting your wrist, you focus on his tip, rubbing over it in quick strokes that make the slick spit and cum mixture squelch between your fingers. He exhales in a deep moaned gasp and his muscles tense under your grip.

“You already close? Gonna cum for me, Eddie?” you speak into his ear, brushing your lips against his sensitive skin.

“Please, baby. Just like that, mm gonna— m gonna—” he says, words laced with moans and whimpers that get caught in his throat. 

You pick up your speed, doing the same twisting motion of your wrist. You feel his cock pulsing in your hand and his balls tensing, his breath is ragged, laboured oxygen getting stuck in his lungs. You know he’s right on the edge.

“Fuck— fuck I’m gonna cum,” he warns, voice gathering urgency.

“Yeah? You’re gonna cum?” you purr, keeping your lips pressed to the shell of his ear, encouraging him with the sultry tone of your voice.

“G-gonna—”

“Mhmm, cum for me, Eddie,” you moan for him.

With the tense of his throbbing cock, and a deep throaty grunt, thick white shoots from his tip. His grunt diminishes to a strangled whimper and you coo for him, praising him with a chorus of ���good boys’ and affectionate fawning. He pants in deep exasperated breaths, his chest heaving in and out as you continue slow tugs of his cock, milking him for the rest of his cum, letting it seep out over your fist. 

When his breathing turns sharp, you show him mercy for the second time tonight, tapering the pace of your movements and coming to a slow halt. He releases a drawn out breath.

As the moment lulls, you let yourself take in the aftermath of his release, eyeing him through the mirror with pure admiration. 

His eyes are shut, heavy eyelids weighing them closed in a lazy pinch that matches the relaxed furrow of his brow. His face is tilted back to rest against your shoulder, exposing the full expanse of his red splotchy neck. A matching blush carries up to his jaw and across his cheeks. It’s endearing and adds an extra beat in the steady rhythm of your heart as you appreciate him in his come down. 

Your eyes flutter from the mirror down to the screen of his laptop, now void of movement. Something of higher interest peaks your attention; atop the glowing led screen are painted white streaks that bleed down into the crevice of the keyboard. 

“Aw, would you look at that?” you start. Eddie knocks the edge of his face against yours, a low hum coming from the back of his throat. “You came all over your precious laptop,” you finish dryly. His cheek rubs against yours tenderly, his breathing still ragged.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, still in the hazy state of his orgasm, not yet clear headed enough to care about anything except you and the tingle of pleasure that cascades throughout him.

You turn your head, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s cheek. He brings a warm palm to your face, holding you there, gathering strength from the generous affection of your lips on his skin. You draw out your kiss before turning. He continues holding you by your cheek, keeping you pressed to the edge of his face, demanding more of your affection in any way possible.

“Fuck,” he repeats again, sucking in a heavy breath. “So good, baby,”

“Yeah? Just my hand was okay for you?”

“More than okay,” he breathes out. 

“Good,” you reply, feeling the swell of his praise blossom as a warmth in your already hot belly. 

“Gonna—” he breathes out an arduous sigh, “gonna come to bed now,” he says, nodding his head, agreeing with himself. He turns his face, pressing a kiss to your cheek before releasing you and pushing the chair back. 

“Finally,” you tease standing up and putting a stretch in your lower back. Using your pinky to open one of your drawers, you grab a tissue, leaving the drawer open for Eddie to help himself. He appreciatively grabs a few and starts dabbing at his screen and keyboard, cleaning up his mess.

You watch him for a few seconds before leaning over him again, hugging him tightly. He rests his hand over your crossed forearms, hugging you back as best as he can. You let go and retreat back to your bed, waiting for him to join you again.

“I can’t believe I came on my laptop,” he says as he tosses the tissue in the bin under your table. 

“Are you mad?” you ask. He turns his head, looking at you with a smirk.

“Nope. It was only a matter of time,” he laughs, dimples deepening.

You flash him a grimace, scrunching your nose up. “Gross,” you tease. 

His gaze settles from amusement into something soft, somewhere along the lines of appreciative as he takes in the sight of you waiting for him in your bed, your eyes dark with your own desire, legs crossed over one another in attempts to satiate some of the neediness between your thighs that he so cruelly has dragged out.

“Just gonna log out,” he explains before daring to look back at the screen. 

You nod and he turns back around, taking the mouse in his hand again. You settle deeper in the bed, watching as the game minimizes before disappearing from the screen entirely. He turns his head enough for you to know he’s talking to you but keeps his eyes on the screen as his fingertips fan over the keyboard. “Gonna send the guys a message too and— oh fuck.”

You perk up when you hear his abrupt curse, curious what could have gone wrong in such a short amount of time.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he choruses, face going completely pale. He scrambles for the discarded headphones pulling them over his ears. 

“Hello?” he speaks nervously into the mic. His face relaxes completely before his eyes suddenly widen, going wider than you’ve ever seen them go. 

Part of you wants to jump up, go over and listen to whoever is talking on the other end, but the other part of you stays frozen, planted in your bed, waiting for Eddie's reaction to give way and tell you how to respond.

His eyes remain wide, and his cheeks tinge a dark shade of crimson, even darker than the crimson you painted on him just minutes ago. 

If you had got up you would have heard the way the call went from dead silence as they all listened eagerly, to the excited eruption of chatter, an overlapping frenzy of voices coming together to express all of their thoughts— from the way Eddie’s in game character moved (or rather, didn’t move), to the way his voice got squeaky as it picked up several octaves, and to the way he whined and babbled. You would have heard some lewd comments, some crude comparisons, as well as many other laughter ridden digs that filtered through the headset at a lightening speed, all in an intersecting race to get their shots in before Eddie hung up. 

You certainly would have got an earful— it’s a wonder Eddie could pick out a singular voice to respond to. His face contorts into a look of shock, mouth frowning slightly, eyebrows raised high, before his face drops completely. 

“Yeah, well at least I’m not on a call with a bunch of guys with hard ons listening to someone cum,” he replies. He listens before his brows pinch up harshly. “Dude, go jerk off, everyone knows you’re hard.”

“Eddie,” you gasp. He catches your eye in the mirror and his lip twitches up into a faint smile. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, glad to know that he’s at least harbouring some humour in this situation

“Whatever man. Was just gonna say bye because unlike you guys, I have manners— have a good night with your right hands.” he announces loudly before you hear a final click of his mouse. 

He pulls off the headphones in an unsettling haste, tossing them to the side before shutting his laptop harder than he would have on a normal day. You wait with a bated breath for him to break the silence. 

He untucks himself from your vanity, standing, taking long strides to the bed in which you can’t see his face no matter how hard you crane your neck. He throws himself down next to you lying flat on his back, sighing deeply.

“Everything.. okay?” you ask tentatively, pushing yourself up on your elbows to see his face. He looks at you with a blank expression before he grabs at you, tugging you down to his chest pulling you half ways on top of himself.

“They heard everything. Thanks a lot,” he says, teasing heavily in his voice as he so obviously blames you for the mishap. 

If he asked you to admit it, you would— it, undeniably, was mostly your fault that all those listening ears got a free show. It wouldn't stop you from arguing that he should have just come to bed in the first place though. Regardless, neither of you argue, there’s no point. Eddie looks at you with a faux furrow of his brow, but sparkles of amusement in his eyes that give it all away. It’s not accusatory, it’s non-incriminating, it’s just pure tease.

“Everything?” you clarify, raising a brow at him. 

“Oh yeah.” he emphasizes with a nod of his head. “Everything from your dirty talk to me coming on my laptop.”

“No,” you gasp.

“Don’t look so mortified, Miss ‘Hi boys’,” he mocks with a bat of his eyelashes before continuing. “They think you’re hot. I’m the loser who sounded ‘pathetic’,” he says, holding up finger quotes with the hand not wrapped around you. 

“Who said that?” you ask curiously. 

“That you were hot or I was pathetic?” 

“Both?” you smile bashfully. He smiles back at you, shaking his head slightly. 

“Gareth for both, but all the guys very enthusiastically agreed,” he says, brows rising in a shrug as he tugs you closer to him. You cozy up to his chest, laying your head down on his shoulder. With his arm around your side, he pats your hip lightly as he hums. “Yup, don’t think I’ll ever live this one down.” 

“Should come to bed next time,” you retort, matter-of-factly tilting your face to see him. His jaw drops in an exaggerated bewilderment, eyes widening before his look settles into mischief. In a flash, he’s rolling over you, pressing kisses down your neck. 

Kisses progressing into more, Eddie paid you back for your little game in a multitude of ways that left your head spinning and thighs shaking. While he wasn’t fully impressed by the fact that all of his friends overheard, he did get a sense of pride in them knowing what a damn prize you were. A serious angel on earth, something he had that they could never touch. He made sure you’d never forgot it too as he spent hours between your thighs.

Most importantly, the resolve that has the greatest interest to you, it has now become routine that every time you ask Eddie to come to bed, he does so happily and promptly— always diligently double checking that his voice call is off. No more drawn out anticipation, all it took was one messy hand job, and a forgotten mic with the listening ears of all his friends on the other end— friends who never miss out on the opportunity to remind Eddie about his misfortunes.