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“I think I could eat this everyday, every meal, for a month.”

Sam’s gushing over the fulfilled requests for dinner earned a chuckle from the replacement team that had brought it. Stephanie, Cass and Jason had all been sent home to get their own dinner, being ones with their masks covering their mouths. And now Dick and Duke were nibbling on the second half of their own dinner while three of the teenagers crammed the food into their mouths at a rate that made Duke concerned.

“Just don’t choke on it, okay? We’re not going to take it away if you’re worried about that,” Duke commented, still marveling at how much food was disappearing into Danielle’s mouth. He was a little envious of everyone else getting to eat dinner at the manor, but this made up for it just a bit.

“I’ll let our chef know you liked it,” Dick just laughed, not minding the poor table manners at all. These kids probably hadn’t had a good meal since before they’d arrived in Gotham, so he couldn’t blame them for gorging on the warm meal. Plus it was Alfred’s cooking. Even if they weren’t half starved he’d bet they still would have devoured the food.

“I can’t decide if I’m just hungry or if this really is the most amazing steak I’ve ever tasted,” Tucker almost whispered. The only reason he had slowed down was because he was already on his third steak.

“Probably a bit of both,” Dick laughed again, enjoying his own steak of the same preparation. He had been worried about Jazz when he’d gotten back, but she seemed to be doing better now. She’d seemed even more sullen than before when they’d returned, still sitting on the stool near Danny and curling her fingers around his hand. Dick had watched her for a bit while they had unloaded the food and found that the heart monitor was probably not making her feel comforted at all. Danny’s heart rate was slow, and irregular, ranging 40 beats per minute on average and sometimes having gaps in between. It was the gaps that had clued Dick in to it being the problem, seeing Jazz snap her attention to the screen when there had been a delay, and flinching when the next beat sounded. It had been enough motivation for Dick to switch the monitor to a silent mode, adding in parameters for when to trigger an alarm when he did so. Leslie had assured them that the half frozen state of Danny’s body was what was causing the lower heart rate, and that they wouldn’t be able to do anything about it until they broke Danny out of his own self caused stasis. So Dick felt it was unnecessary to torture his sister with the sound of the monitor.

Luckily once Duke coaxed her over to eat, the taste of the food had been enough distraction for Jazz to sink her teeth into the fried chicken with little care for the fork. She’d made it through probably an entire fried chicken on her own by now, and also had plenty of the squash and other vegetables. It was pleasing to see, though Danielle made Dick almost think his best friend Wally was there, and only eating slowly to be polite. She definitely had some sort of altered metabolism, following true to her request and finishing off five chickens and an entire butternut squash on her own. When Duke had asked if she liked the food she’d just given a thumbs up and grinned with her teeth sunk into a drumstick.

“...We’ve made some progress on your predicaments,” Dick eventually started once they had given the kids enough time to eat a good amount. It caused all of them to slow, and Danielle paused for a moment to burp into her hand before quietly looking towards him. “Are you guys familiar with the concept of alternate realities? Sometimes referred to as dimensions, realms, multiverse…”

It wasn’t a completely foreign concept to the kids, but not one that seemed too familiar either based on their only semi confused reactions to the question. Tucker took a moment to clear his mouth before answering for them. “Yeah, we’ve heard of them. They’re all over in science fiction stories and stuff.”

That response made Dick’s subconscious pause. It wasn’t an outright lie, but something about it seemed off. Deliberately vague. “Well, you’re all in one now,” Dick continued without pausing outwardly.

Sam almost spit her drink as Tucker and Jazz both exclaimed, “WHAT?!”

“You mean the stupid morons shot us to a different realm?” Danielle burst, obviously irritated.

“Does that mean the- … Is our dimension still there?” Jazz asked, half rising to her feet and looking from Danielle to Dick.

“Calm down, it’ll be alright,” Dick called evenly, making a calming motion with his hands. “Just displacing a few people from their original dimension usually isn’t enough to cause it to disappear. I’m sure your original home is fine. But that’s also why you’ve been having such difficulty here. You didn’t exist in our dimension until a few months ago.”

It was starting to click in their heads, Dick and Duke watching as the connections were being made as each teen’s expression became one of realization.

“Your debit card,” Sam noted, pointing to Jazz.

“When I tried to call mom and dad on the payphone,” Jazz responded.

“And the fact that no one seems to have even heard of ectoplasm as an actual substance,” Tucker chimed in. “We just thought everyone in the big city were a bunch of weirdos,” he added, looking back to Dick and Duke. “Amity has always been a hotspot, we knew that. But all the people in costumes and codenames we’d never heard of? We just thought it was some fad big city people did that never made it to our town.”

“Not like we didn’t have other things to worry about too,” Sam added, folding her arms for a moment before glancing back to her plate and deciding the butternut squash was more enticing than being closed off.

“That makes sense. It’s also why you never would have heard of Batman or the rest of us,” Dick agreed. Being more worried about keeping themselves and their 5th team member alive would definitely not leave them with a lot of free time to even consider they were in another dimension. “In light of this we’re not relying too much on what we need being pre existent. So Batman is currently working on an antitoxin based on breaking down plant based matter - our botanical contact confirmed blood blossoms don’t exist here - and figuring out a way we can collect ectoplasm from the ambient instead of relying on something like Lazarus water. While he works we’ll keep providing you five with what you need. Unfortunately you’ll have to stay here to keep out of trouble. I don’t know about your realm, but ours has a bunch of laws about citizenship, and being in other countries without the proper verification and paperwork. Considering you’re essentially without citizenship to any country, we don’t want you guys getting taken in by the police. Members of our team will keep in touch, and give you guys updates as they come. Make sense?”

It was unexpectedly more than they were used to getting. Even back in Amity people still had mixed feelings about ghosts, so they had to rely only on themselves for any help. While avoiding dealing with any local self proclaimed heroes that liked to hunt ghosts too. But it seemed that these people, Batman and those who worked for him, didn’t really care that two of their team were half ghosts. They didn’t seem to know anything about ghosts, yet were still willing to help.

“So, you’re saying if we behave ourselves and stay under house arrest, you’ll still help Danny?” Danielle asked when no one else made a comment before her.

“Yes. Our original agreement still stands, regardless of if you’re from this dimension or not,” Dick confirmed. It was less about them being illegal residents and more about them possibly still being targeted though. Lazarus water wasn’t something the common criminals had access to, so Dick and the others had a hard time believing whoever had been slighted would give up after one assassination attempt. They had to keep their new charges safe by keeping them off the radar. And the best way they could think of keeping them out of trouble they had no idea they were even walking into was to keep them isolated from the potential threats. At least until they could get Danny healthy again, and teach them all who and what to avoid.

“.... Alright,” Jazz nodded this time. She was still the one who was the most wary of the four, but Dick was already seeing her starting to become more willing to believe them. He wouldn’t say she trusted them yet, but she was at least open to listen. “Thank you… for the update.”

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Back at the Wayne manor Cass and Barbara were watching the video feed from Dick and Duke’s masks while Bruce was in a separate part of the cave working on the anti toxin. When Cass tilted her head after Tucker’s answer about having heard of alternate dimensions, Barbara glanced at her. “Is he lying?” she asked, that being the first thing she could think of that would get Cass to react.

Cass remained quiet for a moment, watching their reactions to being informed they were in a different dimension, and blinking at Jazz’s slip up. “Not quite. They’re hiding something, but… It’s protective. They don’t want us to know because they think they’re keeping something safe,” she answered.

“Something other than Danny?” Barbara asked, having caught the two extra bits of information. Danielle had mentioned another group of people, and Jazz had started to speak of something other than their original realm. Obviously the people Danielle called morons weren’t who they were being protective of, so it had to be the thing that Jazz was wondering if it was still there. And Jason had also already given them the comment that Jazz seemed wary of the government. So were the morons part of the government in their dimension? Or a different party? It was pretty safe to follow the idea that the morons could potentially be the ones who they had been fighting before being sent to Gotham, and therefore the ones who had hurt Danny. And it was a fair reason not to trust government officials if all three of those facts were connected.

Cass nodded to Barbara’s question, confirming that they were on the same train of thought. “They are not used to being given help from outsiders,” she added once Dick had given the full report.

“That tracks with how they reacted to the rescue mission,” Barbara smirked slightly. It was unfortunately something they saw often enough in the kids in Gotham, so it wasn’t too hard to work with their lack of trust.

“What else is new?” Jason’s question came as he looped his arms over the back of the chair Cass was in, damp hair betraying he’d borrowed one of the showers in the manor.

“Jason? I thought you’d headed home already,” Barbara greeted. “Nothing crazy. Cass says it looks like they’re protecting something else other than Danny, but we haven’t gotten enough hints to start guessing what.”

“Hmm,” Jason hummed, watching the video feed of their wards getting settled for the night. It was all spare sleeping mats and quilts, but it hopefully was better than what they had been dealing with so far. “Tim and Steph are working on who had them targeted? Will there be a follow up attack?”

“It’s highly likely,” Barbara admitted with a small grimace. “Currently the League of Assassins are the only ones who have access to Lazarus water. It looks like the Phantom kids intercepted an exchange to another contact to get their canister. Judging by the amount and destination it seemed to have been en route to a research facility. Depending on how far along the transaction was, and how close of ties the League has with the buyer, I can see them targeting the one that interfered.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Jason sighed. “I’ll head back there for the morning rotation, I don’t think the girl Dani will behave very long. You think she’s the one called Phantom?”

It was only mildly surprising to see that Jason had taken an interest in this task. The kids had been in an area close to where he usually patrolled after all. Though Barbara grew a little sad when he asked if she thought Danielle was the one they had all adopted the name Phantom from. As Cass shook her head and pointed to Danny, Barbara added her agreement. “I think the boy is the original Phantom. They follow Jazz instead of her, and… she is his clone.”

Jason’s eyes widened at the revelation, having not been at the manor when the DNA samples had been on screen. When Barbara pulled them back up to show him how they knew, Jason huffed in bitter amusement. “Unexpected sibling indeed,” he mused, remembering what Jazz had said. “They must get along well enough since she doesn’t seem to mind being named after him too.”

“Indeed. They all seem close,” Barbara agreed, gaining a smile as Dick’s check in on the room of sleeping teens revealed Danielle had already moved in her sleep enough to be laying across Jazz’s waist with her feet propped up on Tucker.

Now that there wasn’t much to watch for that Dick and Duke couldn’t take care of, Cass turned the chair to face away from the computer. “Sleep. Be ready for tomorrow,” she announced, looking at both of them before getting up.

“Yeah that sounds like a good idea,” Jason agreed, tucking his hands in his pockets. “I’ll take a nap then cover the early morning patrol before coming back to pick up breakfast. If Tim is on morning duty for the kids too, make sure he also gets some sleep. I don’t want to deal with his nasty drink getting spilled in the car.”

Barbara could only snort at the comment, raising a hand to wave. “As if any of us can ever get that kid to sleep even without a case,” she chuckled. “I’ll try, but no promises.”

“Fair enough,” Jason huffed, heading up the stairs and leaving Barbara to watch the monitors.

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Big huge loving thank you to everyone for all the comments and requests on the previous section 8D I got a bunch of good ideas, and even got some things I was struggling with figured out. I also learned about the cutie that is Jon Kent X'D

I can't promise I'll incorporate everything that I'm interested in, but hopefully it'll still be fun. d>v<b

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solarwoniii · 1 year ago

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" ˋ꒰ pinky promise ꒱ " - ft. choi seungcheol

[ nsfw post! minors please do not interact. there are many other posts on my and other’s blogs which are much more suitable for your consumption! ]

syn. nothing gets to cheol like a pinky promise

a/n. OMG SECOND FIC IN THE LAST MONTH??? SORLAWONI LOOK AT YOU GO???? gusy i love seugncheol i wanted to write more of this but it was getting too long so i cut out the part where seungcheol jr comes in and i put it in another fic LOL

cw. fingering, orgasm denial, vvv teasing dom!cheol, vvv subby!reader, daddy kink, praise, petnames (princess), ermm i think thats it but lmk if i missed anything!

wc. 0.8k

"b-but you promised i could cum-" you mindlessly rambled into your sleeve, your body twitching with pleasure all over as seungcheol rammed his three thick digits in and out of you rapidly, having you choking on your own breath as you struggled for air, "a-after i took my p-punishment..!"

he only scoffed in response to your choked out reasoning, his ruthless movements clearly showing no sign of stopping, "oh, and remind me what you promised me, princess?"

you felt tears pricking at your eyes, your cheeks heating up from bashfulness as he slowed his movements, now curling his fingers up into your core, edging you for what felt like the millionth time tonight.

with his other hand he grabbed your chin between his two fingers, looking into your eyes, "i asked you a question."

you sniffled through the flooding tears which grooved along your pink waterline, "i-i promised i would s-stop being a brat..." you whimpered softly.

"hmm, that's right." seungcheol responded in his deep, earthy voice, "it doesn't feel nice when someone doesn't keep their promise to you, does it princess?"

you shook your head and bit your bottom lip, "n-no daddy.." you said, voice coming in sharp shards as his thumb came up to rub at your clit, sending shockwaves of bliss through your veins. you blinked hard at some tears as they rolled down your cheeks, "i'm s-sorry..."

"awh, you're sorry?" he pouted mockingly in response to you, but with your fuzzy head now, you really couldn't tell that he was ridiculing you.

you nodded your head quickly, the tears in your eyes webbing into your lashes, "i'll b-be a good girl... p-pinky promise..!" you babbled, your words only slurring together as your fogged up brain seemed to fall into another level of dumbness.

seungcheol only chuckled lowly at this, "pinky promise?" he repeated, clearly amused at just how fucked out he had gotten you, to the point that you were beginning to lose your own mind. "well, there's no arguing with that, is there princess?" he teased at you, his fingers seemed to suddenly speed up in fluidity.

your mouth only fell agape, eyes rolling back and head lulling to the side as your back arched off of the mattress at the feeling. his thick, long digits filling you all the way to the brim, his fingertips rubbing over your hilt in a way so pleasureful, you could see stars in your blurry vision. your hand gripped tightly onto his shirt as you looked up at him, your eyes glistening with tears as the moonlight from the window nearby shone in on your pretty little convulsing figure on the bed.

"d-daddy, c-an i-?" the rest of the sentence caught in your throat as you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

usually, he'd use this opportunity to tease you into a farther away dimension of overstimulations, asking the annoying questions like, 'can you what, princess?' so that he could watch your quiver and writhe until you were sobbing into the satin of your pillowcase, begging for your climax like a helpless little damsel.

but you'd been punished by a fair amount tonight, and he was feeling generous. he kissed your forehead gently and nodded his head, "let go for me, princess."

and let go you did, gushing around his fingers, a choked cry leaving you as your entire body trembled with delectation, your eyes shutting tightly as tears escaped down your temples. your soft, yet sharp whimpers made him smirk as you held tightly onto him, as if he were all you knew.

"that's it princess... good girl," he murmured as he leaned in to kiss you. he pulled out his digits, rubbing them over your sensitive heat in gentle circles to help ride you out as you came down from your high, panting heavily against the feel of his mouth.

once you had soothed, he looked down at you with a warning stare, "this is the last time i'm letting you get away with it, okay? if you misbehave again... you're in trouble."

that was what he had told you last time. and the time before that. and the time before that. every time, he'd bent. his soft spot for you was just too deep for his own good. the both of you knew that his threats meant nothing, but you looked up at him innocently and batted your eyelashes anyway, nodding your head.

he sighed softly and kissed your cheek, "you're gonna be the death of me one day..." he muttered, closing his eyes for a brief moment, before looking back to you, "come on, let's get cleaned up. i'll cook dinner."

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enviedear · 1 year ago

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i've been going solo now ⟶ ben solo

description ⌙ when you get a distress signal from your dad and his life-long goon you're quick to try and come to their rescue. only problem? so is ben solo.

pairing ⌙ smuggler!ben solo x f!reader

warnings ⌙ childhood crush/frenemies turned adults with horrible communication skills, reader is the daughter of lando (biologically or not you decide), ben is a jerk, reader is a brat, petty arguments, forced proximity trope, inner conflict all the time, han and lando are just two pals getting into serious issues that their kids have to fix don't mind them (they're just mentioned), most likely incorrect knowledge of the falcon & starship parts, smuggler!ben solo au because that's canon to me, ben calls reader kid (affectionate, kinda), typos probabaly

word count ⌙ 4.1k

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i just think ben solo is very much solo by future coded and i wanted to write about smuggler!ben and his smug attitude. special thanks to @crucifiedfaerie for letting me gush over this idea constantly in our dms <3

you never had the stomach for killing— the thought of it or the act itself. the notion of ending someone's life has always been abhorrent to you, leaving a sour sensation in your mouth that lingers long after the deed is done. but right now, you sit, filled with a growing and seemingly unstoppable rage that practically demands blood.

"don't even think about jumping into hyperspace, solo!" your voice is loud but erratic.

the black-haired man piloting the ship gives you a side eye, "and waste hours getting there? sure thing, kid."

you grip the co-pilot seat as hard as possible as he sends the absolutely geriatric ship into lightspeed. the force of it sends your head back onto the headrest, and you screw your eyes shut until the motion of the ship stills.

you've been flying with ben solo on the millennium falcon for a day and a half now, and this isn't even the first time you've wanted to kill him.

no, you'd harbored a hatred for ben solo for as long as you could remember. when you were little your father frequently left you in the care of the organa-solo's. any trip too risky for you to follow him on had you spending time on chandrila han and leia— and ben.

he was a few years older than you and so insufferable - spoiled rotten and full of mischief. the two of you would inevitably end up in scuffles over something, whether it be who got to shower first or which holovid show to watch. you often wondered how your father, han, or leia had managed to handle both of you. a hardheaded pair of troublemakers that needed little excuse to start bickering with one another.

but beneath it all, there had been another layer to your complex relationship with ben solo. even though you feigned anger whenever near him, deep down there had been an admiration growing since those early days spent together. your naive heart fluttered when he would absentmindedly flash his ever-present smirk in your direction. but you'd never admit or act upon any such feelings.

naviagting your crush had been difficult at first. especially having lando calrissian as a parent. you were forced to spend weeks around the source of your teen angst because of your father.

what use is a dad that can sweet-talk a jablogian if he can't fix your unwanted crush on his best friend's son.

you've cursed at his image in your mind every time you look at your ridiculous companion. if not for him, you wouldn't be with ben right now— you'd have never had the displeasure of his company.

you got away from the young solo, and most everyone else, for a good five years, hopping from planet to planet, picking up any honest work. which usually meant boring work— factory jobs, service stuff, a few instances of babysitting.

your life without ben solo is predictable and a little boring.

but you'd rather be bored than deal with the recklessness that becomes your life every time you see the smuggler.

but here you sit beside him, forced to spend an unknown amount of days with him until the both of you find your idiotic fathers.

you had gotten a rouge comm-link message from your dad just days ago. he sounded fine, voice still leisurely and warm, but it was his words that were worrisome, "han's got us in a bit of trouble, little star. would you mind coming to help your old man out? we're somewhere in the trilon sector— i'd try batuu first!"

when you got the message, your mind had gone into autopilot. you had rushed to comm leia, which had been a fatal mistake, as she had ordered her son to pick you up and accompany you. so now you're here, stuck with ben solo and his frightening flying.

"you know, dad should have warned me i'd be flying with a coward." ben's lips are curved into a grin, as usual with his teasing.

you whip your head in his direction, eyes ablaze, "well my father should have warned me that you've gotten even more annoying, somehow."

ben narrows his eyes, a stupid smirk still plastered to his face, "whatever you say, kid."

you feel your blood go hot, why he decided to start calling you kid, you didn't know, but you do know you hate it.

ben's barely your senior, only twenty-three years of age in comparison to your twenty. besides he behaves like an out-of-hand teen away.

"stop calling me that." you groan.

ben chuckles, "aw, what's the matter, kid? tired of following orders already?"

you grit your teeth, the way he talks down to you will forever get under your skin, "i don't take orders from you, solo."

"sure you do. you're on my ship, remember?" ben retorts, his eyes focused on the coordinates displayed to his left.

you cross your arms over your chest, "we're supposed to be working together to find han and my father and get them out of trouble, not bickering like children."

ben rolls his eyes, "it's not my fault you're so uptight."

you take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. you can't afford to lose your temper and start a fight, not when you're relying on him to get you to your destination safely. so, you force a smile, "look, can we just be civil? we're both here because we care about our dads and want to help them."

ben's expression softens a little, "fine. but if you start nagging at me again, i can't promise i won't call you kid."

you roll your eyes, "deal. now, can you tell me more about what's going on? my dad was pretty vague in his message."

ben hums, "same with mine. all i know is that lando got mixed up in some kind of shady deal, and now he's in trouble with a gang of criminals called the ninth sun. my mom's been trying to negotiate with them, but they're not ones to bend the knee."

you groan, "of course not. what's the plan?"

he shakes a stray black strand of hair from his eye, "no plan, just find them and go from there."

"lovely, that's totally going to work," you bite your lip, "oh and, it was han who made the sketch deal, not my dad."

ben shrugs, "and who told you that?" he rests his elbow on the armrest and brings his hand to his chin, "lando?"

you clench your fists, "let's just focus on finding them. no need to dwell on the semantics."

ben glances at you and for a moment, you swear there's a flicker of something in his eyes. something other than his usual teasing, mischievous demeanor, but it's gone as quickly as it came and he turns back to the console.

the ship hums steadily beneath you, and the silence between you two stretches on, broken only by the occasional beep from the controls. you fidget in your seat, uncomfortable with the unfamiliar hush. you've never been around ben so long without saying anything, and you're about to speak up before he interrupts you.

"we'll have to make a pit stop, i need to refuel." his voice sounds tired.

you nod, "alright. any nearby planets we can stop at?"

ben checks the navicomputer, "yeah, there's one a couple of light years away. i've been there before, it's not too bad."

"okay solo, lead the way." you say, leaning back in your seat.

as he pilots the ship toward the destination, you can't help but study him from the corner of your eye. he's changed since the last time you saw him. the boy who used to pull your hair and steal your toys has grown into a man. he's lean and toned with longer hair, still as sable black as ever. it falls into his eyes, despite how much he wills it not to, giving him a slightly disheveled look that you can't help but find attractive.

you rue the thoughts plaguing your own mind.

the embarrassment you used to feel over your crush has come back ten-fold. the feeling shocks you. he's trying to act all suave and mature, but you know deep down that he's still the same old ben who annoyed the life out of you. you can feel the familiar tug in your heart every time he speaks, and you know he can't have changed much over the years. not when he's making you feel just like you're fourteen again.

but there is something different about him now. maybe it's the way he pilots the ship with ease– no longer the boy who'd cover his ears ar take off, or maybe it's just the way his muscles flex under his tight-fitting shirt. he's almost mesmerizing.

it's clear that he's been doing this for a long time, navigating the stars all alone with nothing but his shitty attitude and perfect hair. you find yourself marveling over him, sure and smooth, his hands deftly moving over the controls.

ever the realist, you try to shake off the feeling, but it's proving difficult. you feel a strange urge to preserve your current addiction.

as you watch him fly, you feel a fixation building within you. it's a sentiment you haven't felt in years, not felt since the last time you saw him.

you try to push the feeling down, knowing that it's not the time to have those kinds of thoughts. you're supposed to be focused on finding your fathers and not getting killed by some lethal syndicate, not lusting after your childhood nemesis.

you feel wrong stealing glances at him, trying to understand what's changed and why you're feeling this way. you're towing a dangerous, line. especially if those feelings are inspired by ben organa-solo.

finally, after what feels like hours, you arrive at the refueling station. as soon as ben lands the ship, you stretch your legs inside the falcon, looking out at the new scenery. the planet is bathed in the evening light, and the scene around you is wide awake. the station itself is a bustling hub of activity, with all kinds of alien species milling about.

ben leads the way to the fueling station, where he begins filling up the ship's tanks. you stand by the ship's entrance, people-watching. your eyes find ben's figure again, and you let them stall. when he looks your way, you advert your gaze and step out of the falcon, swiftly approaching him.

the evening air is cool as it hits your skin. this planet is a strange one, with vibrant purple plants and thick, white fog swirling around. but you don't pay too much attention to it, your eyes are locked on ben.

he's leaning against the ship, checking over the fuel meter with a frown on his face. you walk over to him and clear your throat, expecting to get his attention.

he looks up at you, eyes meeting your own. you feel your heart skip a beat, and you curse yourself for being soft for him.

"you know, you didn't have to follow me out here." he mumbles, hand coming to brush the hair from his eyes.

you hum, "i didn't have anything better to do."

he ignores you and looks back at the fuel gauge, his eyebrows furrow, "i found something for you to do." his voice is monotone, but you're all too familiar with the subtle cut of annoyance within.

"what does that mean?" you own voice comes out a bit too anxious.

ben groans before looking at you, "one of the damn tanks has a leak— i told chewie to fix that weeks ago." he follows up his words with a few curses before kicking the faulty gas tank.

you roll your eyes, "can't we just get another one? i'm sure if we go inside someone would know where we could get another one."

"the problem isn't finding one," he tsks at you, "the problem is that this tank has been leaking fuel into the beacon finder. without that, we're never finding our dear old dads."

your heart sinks. you had been so sure that you would find your dad quickly, but now it looks like that might not be the case. "so, what do you suggest we do?" you ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

"i'll have to fix the beacon," he sighs, "luckily i have the tools for it, but i need to find one more part, and with the sun setting soon…" he trails off, letting his silence complete the sentence for him.

you take in a deep breath at his implication. you can tell what he is suggesting without explicitly stating it.

you will be stuck on this planet with him tonight and forced to share the same cramped room. you thank god for separate cots, at least.

you try to ignore the warmth creeping up your ears, but you know that it's a losing battle. you haven't shared a room with ben solo since you were kids, endless unwilling sleepovers at each other's houses. but those instances were filled with innocent pranks and arguments, not the tension and longing glances you've found yourself giving him.

"alright," you say, trying to keep your voice even, "we'll just get the part and fix the beacon. the faster we fix this, the faster we can find our fathers and get back to our lives." you move towards the entrance of the fueling station, wanting to put space between you and ben.

"you mean so you can get back to your life." he calls out to you, and you look back at him only to be met with contempt in his brown eyes, "the one where you avoid me."

you give him a sharp eye roll before making your way toward a small gaggle of vendors, much more interested in finding this part. ben follows closely behind you, and you can feel the weight of his stare on the back of your head.

you're at a loss as to why ben solo would ever care that you've been avoiding him for the last five years. the ben you remember would've never batted an eye. when did that change?

you find a vendor selling the part that ben needs, and you both split the payment before heading back to the falcon. ben sets to work on the beacon, and you sit nearby, supposedly looking over the coordinates but mostly watching him work.

there's an abnormal sense of calm that fills you as you watch him. concentration is etched on his face, lips bitten bright red. you can't help but admire him, not for the sake of not trying.

you're brought back to reality when he starts cursing under his breath, "what's wrong?" you ask, moving closer to him.

"this damn thing won't budge," he grunts, trying to pry apart two pieces of the beacon.

you move to his side, peering down at the device. his breath is hot on your cheek, and you feel an urge to shiver. trying to focus on the task at hand you take a few breaths.

your eyes keep drifting to his lips, the way they move when he curses. you shake your head, trying to clear the inappropriate thoughts from your mind. "let me help," you offer, reaching for one of the tools he's using.

he hands it to you, and you lean in closer, your sides pressed together as you work the tool. you can feel his heat exuding into you, a warmth that isn't just from the planet's humid air. you try to focus, but it's becoming increasingly difficult. every time he moves, you catch a whiff of his scent, musky and rich, and your mind starts to wander to places it shouldn't.

finally, after what feels like an eternity, the piece pops free, and ben lets out a sigh of relief. he turns to you, a small smile on his face, and you can't help but smile back. his eyes lock onto yours, and suddenly, the air between you is charged with something foreign.

you let your tone come out sardonic, "looks like i saved the day. you're welcome, solo."

ben tilts his head, eyes narrowing, "you're a brat, kid."

"i thought i told you to stop calling me that." you want to hit him.

"i said i had a condition," he pauses, arms coming to either side of you, palms pressing into the falcon's floor, effectively trapping you against him, "a condition you just broke. so you're back to kid, kid."

you feel your resolve slipping, "you're the worst. you always have been, and i can see now that will never change."

he has the audacity to let out an amused breath, "if you're going to say shit like that, at least mean it."

your brows furrow, "pardon me? as if i don't mean that."

his hands creep from the ground and to your hips, you gasp as he pulls you in closer. if he were anyone else, you'd expect him to kiss you next, but he's not anyone else. so instead, he cranes down and whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "i know you want me," he growls, his fingers digging into your clothed flesh. "don't act like you don't,"

you're completely caught off guard, and before you can respond, he's pulling away from you and grabbing the beacon. you watch in silent horror as he makes for the falcon's exit, leaving you confused on the floor.

you sit there, rooted to the spot, your mind and body in turmoil. you know if you follow him you'd just be throwing yourself into a petty or embarrassing altercation.

what did he mean by that anyway? how could he possibly know?

taking a steadying breath, you turn away from your seat and make for the other side of the ship. you need to keep yourself busy until nighttime, and you know that there's some maintenance to do on one of the storage bays. when you get there, however, it's already been taken care of. your fists clench in frustration as you realize ben must have done it earlier.

you start searching around the ship for any other tasks that might help keep your mind off things and pass the time more quickly- checking cords, tidying up shelves or going through supplies lists so nothing gets low.

the hours seem to stretch on endlessly despite how much work you manage to do, and all too soon darkness begins to fill the sky outside of the cockpit windows. with a heavy sigh, you head back towards where you and ben had been working earlier. he's back now, tinkering away with the beacon as if nothing had ever happened between the two of you earlier— as if his words hadn't sent a tremble down your spine and confused the emotions tumbling through your mind.

you catch an expectant glance from him when he finally notices your presence. you're sure he's expecting you to say something to him. maybe he wants you to yell.

you don't say anything though, instead offering only a terse nod before checking the endless cords around you.

your fingers move quickly and expertly over the tangled cords, your mind too preoccupied to focus on anything else. but you can feel his gaze on you, burning through the back of your skull like a branding iron. his presence is suffocating and you know that if you don't get a handle on your emotions soon, you'll combust.

eventually, you're so lost in thought that you almost miss the soft footfalls approaching you. you turn to see ben standing beside you, his eyes locked onto yours. the air between you is thick with strain, unspoken words, and feelings. there are so many things you want to say to him, but you don't know where to begin.

"so," his voice breaks through the silence like a blaster shot. "when are we going to talk about it?"

you hear the depth in his baritone voice and it's all you can do to keep your face neutral, your thoughts collected, "talk about what?" you ask, even though you know perfectly well what he's referring to.

"about me and you," he says, voice low but insistent, "or we can just keep ignoring it. the tension seems to be getting us pretty far."

your expression shifts as you take in his words, the longing that had been coiled in so tightly before now coming to the surface. you can feel yourself flustering under the intensity of his watch but you refuse to look away, instead lifting your chin higher and narrowing your eyes.

"there is no us, solo," you say firmly, though your voice is riddled with a hint of something else entirely, "there never has been, and never will be."

ben seems unfazed by your words, his eyes steady and intense. "you say that," he says, his voice softening. "but i know you better than anyone else. and i know there's some part of you that actually likes me. i bet it pisses you off, doesn't it?"

he's right— it does piss you off that your heart can't seem to let him go. no matter how annoying you find him, he's beautiful and confident. and he does know you better than anyone. he knows what buttons to press and how hard. with ben, there's always the thrill of how perceptive he is— that he can see through the walls of anger and indifference you try so hard to build up around yourself.

you can feel your will crumbling under his words, your heart throbbing in your chest, but still, you push back, "even if there is something there, solo," you say, your voice shaking slightly, "it doesn't change anything. we're two different people living two very different lives."

ben smirks, "you don't know anything about my life."

you let your eyes roll, "as if the life you lead is some kind of mystery," you take a deep breath, "i mean, what's to know? you fly alone, smuggle, and rack up credits. that's your life, solo."

he hums, right hand finding a home beside your head on the wall, "you know me so well, kid. you should write a book."

you feel inexplicably hot, "maybe i will. a long book of all the reasons you piss me off."

he doesn't respond, just looks down at you for an uncomfortable amount of time. he pushes himself from the wall and you, twisting and letting his back hit the durasteel wall. his face is turned to you, eyes downcast.

"you know," he says finally, breaking the silence, "i remember when we were kids, it was always you who used to be the one to instigate. you probably don't remember it that way, but i do, and i loved it. you never hesitated. you were fearless."

you look at him incredulously, wondering what this has to do with anything. but he continues, "you were the only girl that would play with me, and not just that, the only one that could beat me. but then one day you just stopped. you ignored me completely."

you stiffen, unwilling to admit even through body language that he might be right. a pre-teen you found avoiding your ben sized crush the most viable option. you just never thought he'd care.

he continues, eyes unwavering from yours, "you used to look at me like i was the only person that mattered. and then, you just stopped. it's was like… like you had something to hide."

it's like he can read your mind because he reaches out and grasps your wrist in his hand. his touch is nice against your skin, sending a comfortable feel through your veins.

"i miss you, the girl who wasn't afraid of liking me," he whispers, his voice low and husky. "and i want you to admit that you miss me too."

you struggle to find words, to make sense of everything inside of you, but before you can speak, his lips are on yours. his kiss is hot and demanding, and instinctively lean into him, body melting against his in perfect harmony. his hands slide around your waist and hold you close as the kiss deepens, and you can feel all of the frustrations of the past slipping away. when he finally pulls back, his eyes are bright with emotion and a hint of a smile graces his lips.

he looks down at you for a moment before speaking in a low voice, "you want me to do that again?" he steps closer to you and cups your face in his hands, his eyes twinkling with amusement. you can feel the warmth radiating from his body and if it weren't for his strong arms around you, you would have melted into a puddle.

you nod slowly in agreement, too lost in the moment to say anything else. he leans down and brushes his lips against your cheek before pulling away completely, "then be honest. right here, right now. you like me."

you screw your eyes shut, basking in the shame of being found out, "i like you, solo. i like you a lot, but if you don't get off your pedestal and kiss me again i'll withdraw the opportunity."

he gazes down at you with an expression that's tender yet mischievous all at once. "i like you too," he whispers before chuckling lightly, you open your eyes to see.

his dimples are on full display, and for a second, he's the spirit of the little brat you fell in love with all those years ago. "c'mere, kid." his voice is soft as he pulls you back into him, lips meeting yours.

#ben solo x reader #ben solo #ben solo x y/n #ben solo x you #kylo x reader #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren #kylo ren x you #ben solo fluff #ben solo angst #kylo ren fluff #kylo fluff #kylo ren angst #kylo angst #ben solo x female reader #kylo x you #kylo ren x y/n #smuggler!ben solo

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yeosatinyngz · 6 months ago

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ME OR LUMIERE?

Xavier is jealous of your love for Lumiere (A lil twist to Xavier’s new myth story)

↳GN Reader | wc: 982 | Fluff/suggestive mention at the end

A/N: I'm trying to get my groove back for written pieces since I've only been making text fics so I hope this piece was alright, don't expect too much

With the arrival of the new film Apocalypse’s Dawn in theaters you excitedly dragged Xavier along with you since it was starring your all time favorite hero, Lumiere. Xavier on the other hand wasn’t nearly as excited as you were, matter of fact he was completely disinterested.

After watching the film all you could do was talk about Lumiere and frankly it was getting on Xavier’s nerves. “Can we stop talking about him already and get some food instead? All your gushing over him has made me hungry” He grumpily murmured while storming away to find the nearest restaurant. What’s his problem? You thought to yourself while you tried to keep up with the irritated male.

Xavier swore he didn’t mean to eavesdrop but he has somehow found himself pressed against the wall behind you and Tara, trying to hide his presence. He was just minding his business until he heard Tara ask you about your ideal type which stopped him in his tracks and led to him in his current position.

You answered rather passionately, “My ideal type is someone like Lumiere. Brave, strong, selfless, not to mention handsome. He’s everything I can only dream about.” Tara couldn’t help but smile, “Ah that’s right I remember you mentioning being a big fan of Lumiere. It’s a shame that we don’t have more men like him” You nodded in agreement to Tara’s statement before you both had to part ways.

The bleach blonde who was eavesdropping displays a face of pure annoyance. Lumiere again?!

Your eyes were fighting to beat unconsciousness from the amount of stress you put on yourself from fighting off a sudden wave of wanderers. As you were struggling to keep up your breathing a wanderer appeared before you about to strike you with an attack This is the end you helplessly voiced in your head. However, a flash of bright light appeared and the wanderer who was seconds away from finishing you was now defeated. The last image you had before you fully submerged into darkness was a figure resembling the same person who saved you 14 years ago.

You woke up with a jolt to find yourself back in the comfort of your bed. Confused on how you ended back home, you were startled by a voice you know all too well. “Had a good sleep?” You looked up to see Xavier and nodded. That’s when all the memories were flashing back into your head and you looked Xavier straight in his eyes. “You- you saved me back there.” You said before softly adding on, “Lumiere saved me again.”

You searched in Xavier’s eyes to try to find some sort of answer only to find a look of indifference. “That’s not what’s important right now, what matters right now is you getting a proper rest.” You awkwardly pressed your lips into a thin line and stayed quiet. The silence was quickly broken by Xavier, “So you’re a big fan of Lumiere huh?”

That’s when you realized that while you were sleeping Xavier had seen the Lumiere shrine section of your room, decorated with a giant poster of him on the wall and a shelf with his merchandise including figures, plushies and pins. You shyly looked away from his piercing gaze while letting out an embarrassed laugh, “Yeah.”

He grabs ahold of your chin and turns it back so your eyes meet him once again. “Who do you like more, me or Lumiere?” The sudden question shocked you beyond disbelief. “So what’s your answer?” He demanded, snapping you out of your shock. “Uh I’m confused, Aren’t you and Lumiere the same person?”

He looks away with a slight frown, “But you don’t see them as such.” He looks back at you with that piercing gaze again while sitting next to you, slamming both his hands down besides your body, caging you in between his arms, “While Lumiere is handsome and courageous I’m nothing but your coworker aren’t I?”

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh. Bringing your hands up to cup his face he looks away again with a pout on his face, you shook his face in your hands. “Oh my, are you perhaps jealous of Lumiere?” His pout deepens while he lets out a, “No, I’m not.” You couldn’t help but laugh again, “You’re too cute when you’re jealous.” You proceeded to plant a kiss on his forehead, “My answer is you, Xavier. It’s always been you.”

His eyes widened as he intensely searched your eyes to find truth behind your words. What he found was a pair of sincere eyes full of endearment. The same pair of eyes that he's been yearning to see for all these years. This was the moment he felt himself slipping, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

He softly smiles at you while tucking the hair in front of your face behind your ear, “Please stop me if you don’t want me to continue but I can’t control myself any longer when it comes to you.” Before you could process his words fully, his arm snakes around your waist pulling you closer to him, connecting both of your lips.

What started off as a sweet and tender kiss turned into something much more passionate, you can feel the desperation from Xavier’s kiss. He was kissing you as if it was his last, every attempt you made to free yourself from his lips would fail as he continued latching on to your lips.

When he finally freed himself of your lips you were a panting mess. Your heart was beating so fast you felt like it was gonna fly straight out of your body. How was this the same Xavier who was pouting cutely not too long ago? That was the night you found out that there was another identity Xavier was hiding from you, his freak in the sheets identity.

#love & deepspace #loveanddeepspace #love and deepspace #love and deepspace fluff #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace xavier #lads x reader #l&ds x reader #xavier x reader #xavier x you #yeosatinyngz

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squiddy-god · 5 months ago

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random imagines with dorm leaders

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Studying with riddle, he wants you to have good grades and stay focused, gentle words of encouragement flows from his lips because he knows your just trying your best. He tries in vain to not chastise you for rong awnsers but fails, he scolds you lightly but continues to help you. You pass the test with the best score you’ve ever gotten, and even though it’s not 100% riddle is proud of you because you tried so hard and did better then ever! So of corrse he rewards you with snuggles and words of praise.

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Floyd and jade rush up to you looking worried, even the always composed jade is faltering slightly. You ask what’s rong but rather then an awnser the pull you away to the mirror room and rush you into azuls room. Confused you hear crying from a large pot. When you open it tear stained eyes look back at you. Your pulled into the pot, close now soked and body wrapped in azuls tentacles with no sign of letting go. Your the only one he wants to see and he desperately needs your words of comfort. Eventually he calms but you two remain in his pot enjoying each other’s comfort.

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Late in the night and cuddled up to the ball of sunshine you called a boyfriend his Ruby red eyes stare at you with adoration, kalim gentlely asks you if you had a good day or if anything was bothering you, it has the 5th time he had asked and the awnser was still the same. Arms wrapped tight around you the cheerful boy expressed that he had asked again because he didn’t want to make the same mistake twice he hadn’t communicated properly with Jamil and well… You know were that led. Kalim trust you blindly and with every fiber of his being, and he wants you to feel the same about him.

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Unable to sleep Leona is pestered by the thought of you. How annoying you were to keep him from sleep when you weren’t even beside him. Oh but he wanted you beside him, more specifically he wanted you to pet him. He’d never admit it but he was obsessed with your warm hands gently running through his fur as you cooed praise at him. Stupid herbivore makeing him feel things and want affection. Well he might as well call you over.

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A long stressful day had certainly taken a toll on you. You were exhausted and stressed. However as soon as you walked through the mirror and into vils dorm you were wisked away to a night of self care and relaxation. Vils fingers felt cold and odd, almost slimy, as he gently massaged the exfoliater into your face. He didn’t let you lift a finger as he encouraged you to talk about your day. (Soft vil is good vil)

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Smiling gently as he danced with you in the forest clearing malleus gently sang to you. He had drempt of this moment, you in his arms swaying along the grass and moss of the forest floor, the only light being the moon and fire flys, he knew that visions were seldom what they seemed, but if he knew you then he knew what you’d do, you love him at once, the way you did once apon a dream~

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Idia had stubbornly refused to admit he was in love with you despite how obviously love drunk he was, especially to ortho. But then the impossible happened, for the first time ever idia had changed his mind despite being so admit that he did not love you, now he would constantly gush about you, witch made ortho very happy, the only problem was that now his mind was convinced that you wouldn’t love him back, the amount of convinceing and the amount of times ortho almost gave up on convinceing idia that you did in fact return his feelings was far to much. But now that idia was completely convinced he could confess to you? I don’t think anyone expected idia to March outside, in person, looking so confident and confess his love to you even ortho was shocked. But oh boy did that confidence melt when he released what he had done, he wanted to scramble into a hole and die, but no! He had come here to make you officially his and by the gods and great 7 he was gonna do it. Now ortho has two blushing idiots stumbling over there feelings into each others arms.

#riddle rosehearts x reader #azul x reader #kalim x reader #leona x reader #vil x reader #idia x reader #malleus x reader #twst x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #riddle x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #kalim al asim x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader

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spadesolace · 2 months ago

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what’s it like to date thomasian!chaewon as lasallian!reader

you met chaewon through a friend, literally was set up for a blind date, only being given her number, name, and one picture for your contacts

it was easy to pick a place and time considering how flexible your schedule was, being well aware of ust’s workload, you decided what would be much more convenient for her

a coffee date, the safest option there is rather than a dinner date bc who knows - you were a bit skeptical when your friend decided to reto you to her close friend

that date was the start of it all, 3 hours in and chaewon was swooning over you

“i’ll just go use the cr lang.” you excused yourself as chaewon was left by herself that she immediately messaged your mutual friend gushing over you.

“girl, bakit naman green flag tong binigay mo sa akin?” she had attached a selfie of herself wearing your jacket as she had mentioned to you that she was freezing. your friend did mention about it to you when things were going smoothly.

she prefers to study at her place in comparison to yours. there’s nothing wrong with it but it’s not as quiet.

sometimes would lurk at the DLSU freedom wall page in case anyone would confess their feelings to you or simply mention you

but also she asks about the jokes and comments in some posts

chaewon looks up from her phone and shows it to you, a post from DLSU freedom wall one that focuses on freshman students being the one’s at fault. “babe, why do you guys blame the freshmen?”

“i… i’m actually not sure, it has always been like that.” you shrugged, leaning closer to her as you squint your eyes at her phone screen. “why are you even following the page?”

whenever she’s stressed - easily irritated, she’d shout at you to stop tapping your foot or your pen, sometimes it’s also bc she forgot to eat with the amount of workload she has

exam weeks are hell for her, pulling all-nighters, multiple cups of coffee and energy drinks, literally stays up late and only sleeps for an hour or two

once exams are done for her, you always pick her up and let her sleep at your place so that when she wakes up (usually it’s already late) you’d be done with your schoolwork just so you could spend time with her

you’ve been her date to paskuhan twice, and you’ve invited her to animusika once - not really enjoying the fact of a bunch of people wanting to ask her out when you arm is literally around her waist

every date has been around espana or dapitan, somewhere close to chaewon but never at taft

has introduced you to her little sister (eunchae) and loves that you bond and spoil her the same way you do to chaewon

“eunchae, san galing yan?” chaewon points to the new trinkets displayed on eunchae’s desk. a soft smile on the younger girl’s face as she mentions you. it didn’t take long for chaewon to call and scold you for spoiling her little sister (even though deep inside she’s grateful).

if you’re stressed, chaewon would go out of her way and visit you at taft with your fave food knowing that you have the same bad habit as hers

would pepper you with kisses once you feel a bit better and keep you company, despite hating how noisy it gets at taft - if it’s you, she’ll keep her mouth shut and not complain

she’s a great girlfriend but tends to push you away whenever she’s mad, overthinking, overwhelmed, that she does run away from you for days till she’s back at your place drunk and crying for you to take her back

nevertheless, you still love her despite the bad habits

#le sserafim chaewon #lesserafim chaewon #chaewon imagines #chaewon x reader #izone chaewon #kim chaewon x reader #kim chaewon #chaewon #thomasian! chaewon #big 4 au #big4 #thomasian!idol #lasallian!reader

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sageispunk · 1 year ago

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too divine (18+)

pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

summary: Riding Frankie after a long night out.

“You did just as you were told, chasing your high both for you and for your lover. That coil deep in your stomach was at its tightest, and all you could focus on was Francisco’s eyes, darkened with all his lust and love for you.”

wordcount: 1.3K

warnings: established relationship, PIV sex, spanking, the word ‘assault’ is used once but no actual assault, lots of dirty talk, praise, hair-pulling, teasing, eye-contact, slight dom/sub vibes but not rlly, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, mention of oral sex (m receiving), creampie kink, nipple play, squirting, the word ‘daddy’ is used once, they’re just in love hehe, no beta-all mistakes are my own

You were so beautiful like this, body strewn lazily over his chest, face tucked into the crook of his neck. All he could focus on in moments like these was the sound of you whimpering softly in his ear, as well as the gushing sound of your two bodies joining together. You were squeezing him so tight– strangling his cock with your pulsing heat.

With a hand grasped tightly on your hip and the other caressing the back of your head, he gently met your slow movements. Thrusting up, and up, and up, coaxing more of those pretty noises out of your throat. You had gone quiet on him a few moments ago, and god, he was already missing your voice.

A large, callused hand gripped your ass, squeezing before lifting and falling back down quicker than you could prepare for it. ‘Frankieeee…’ He continued his not-so-gentle assault on your right ass cheek, basking in the reactions he was pulling out of you. With each collision, your pussy clenched down on him and he couldn’t help but moan out in ecstasy. ‘Goddamn, baby, so… SLAP!...fuckin…SLAP!...tight…SLAP!’

You were a mess. A beautiful, cock-drunken, sopping wet mess, grinding on his cock like your life depended on it. He could tell you were getting closer as your movements became quicker and more erratic. Frankie used the hand that rested on the back of your head, lacing his fingers into the hair nearest your scalp to pull your head back, wanting–no, needing to see you.

There was nothing he loved more than watching you come undone all over him. The way it broke you each time–he could probably get off just seeing you come everyday if he had to, it was that good. Your eyes were so low from the pleasure but still focused on his face, teeth biting into your bottom lip so hard it would likely be swollen when the two of you were finished up. ‘You gettin’ close, baby?’

He already knew the answer, he just wanted to hear you say it.

You maintained eye contact as you nodded quickly, hips still grinding hard atop his own. Another slap to your ass. ‘Words, baby.’ You loved when he demanded you to speak, especially when he knew you would have extreme difficulty attempting to get any actual words to leave your mouth. You just shook your head, eyes snapping shut and head lolling forward as you felt that intense sensation building within your core.

His hand tightened around a good amount of your hair, gripping it enough to pull your head back up. ‘Tell me.’ The filthy desperation evident all over his face had you swooning, wanting to do anything that would please him. ‘I’m so close, baby, I’m so close, please please please I wanna cum…’ The huge grin that graced his face showed you how satisfied he finally was with your words.

Frankie’s hands left both your ass and your hair and came up to cup your cheeks, not allowing you to look away again. ‘Good girl…keep going, just like that.’ You did just as you were told, chasing your high both for you and for your lover. That coil deep in your stomach was at its tightest, and all you could focus on was Francisco’s eyes, darkened with all his lust and love for you.

Two more rolls of your hips had you shaking and crying out in utter bliss. ‘Frankieee–oh my god!’ Your eyes closed again this time, and he didn’t mind much because he had more up his sleeve. As soon as he felt your rhythmic pulsing on his cock, he saw that as an opportunity to increase your pleasure ten times over.

His hands came down to your hips, gripping tightly as he planted his feet down on the mattress underneath. Before you could even realize what was happening, you were leaning forward, bracing your hands on his chest, and Frankie was already pounding–so hard, and so deep–up into you. The tip of his cock kissed that button deep within you over and over again, never fully allowing your orgasm to fade. ‘Yeahhh, baby, you can take it, I’ve got you…’

His words echoed in your ears as you felt yourself getting higher on all the love he was giving you. Your head felt damn near empty in mere seconds, falling backwards while you remained mostly upright and bouncing on his cock.

The sight of your glistening body on top of him, entirely at his mercy–he wished the two of you would’ve filmed this. Instead, he has to just touch and observe every single little thing you do, committing it all to his memory, just in case he never gets to experience this sort of euphoria again in his life.

His cock was so hard, it had been that way since the two of you had gone out for dinner earlier in the evening. And it had stayed that way all throughout; by the time you made it back home, he was red, throbbing and nearly bursting out of his jeans. Once you saw how needy he was, you immediately got on your knees and sucked and licked Frankie like there was no tomorrow, like your last dying wish was just to simply please your man.

Now, he was ready to cum again. This time, however, he only wanted to release deep inside your perfect pussy, filling you up until there was absolutely nothing left.

One hand left your hip and came up to your breast, gently squeezing and caressing the soft mound. A high-pitched mewl left your mouth as he fondled with you, teasing you. Fingers gripped your nipple, pinching and sending more pleasure through your body. His hips continued their relentless pace for a few more moments.

Francisco felt himself teetering along the edge, getting closer and closer but somehow still wanting to last. And then, you said it.

‘Cum in me, daddy…’

All patience was lost then.

His hips stuttered, changing the angle just a tiny bit, hitting your spot better, faster, and harder than it had been before. A sob, louder than he’s heard before, escaped your lips as you clenched and quivered around him. His fingers were still latched and pinching onto your nipple, everything stimulating your brain oh-so-much. Suddenly, you both began to feel warm liquids, splashing between your bodies, making everything wetter and sloppier.

‘Jesus christ…Good girllll, good girl, squirting all over me like that–fuck yes..’

Sounds of your lovemaking filled the room; your loud, echoing cries, Frankie’s murmurs of praise to your body, and the pornographic sounds of him entering and leaving your soaked folds, over and over again.

Just a moment after you squirted on his cock, he was letting go. Your warmth had been squeezing so tightly, and then to add the extra warmth and wetness? There was no way he could continue to hold back. You felt it all, the throbbing of his cock in you, all his cum–so much cum–pumping deep inside you.

His pace slowed down shortly after and you leaned forward, tucking yourself back away into his neck. Your hips moved slowly up and down his length, draining him for all he had. ‘So good, baby, so fucking good–this pussy is heaven, oh my fucking God!’

The both of you came down, slowly and quietly—still trembling, you still moving only slightly just to hear his moans in your ear. He sounded so beautiful, so perfect when he came–and even more so when he was overstimulated. He only allowed you to continue for a few minutes before grasping onto your hips to keep you still.

You chuckled and obeyed, deciding to instead plant kisses on him; his neck, behind his ear, his chest and shoulders, and then back up to his jaw and face. Soft lips met your own and you sighed into his mouth, feeling at peace. You knew he’d want you to get up in a bit to clean up, so you decided to savor this moment. Tongues lazily wrestling the other, while your sweaty body still laid atop his, cock softening inside while both of your releases dripped down your thighs and onto the sheets.

‘I love you.’

‘I love you too.’

…

‘So you’re a squirter, huh?’

soooo... first fic posted! likes, comments, and reblogs are very appreciated if u enjoy this story!! i don't have a specific schedule right now, but i do have a few fics lined up for some other pedro characters and bucky barnes (mostly). feel free to leave any feedback or requests/suggestions, i don't mind!

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wolfiihoney · 3 months ago

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A/N: so this is my first time writing smut (obviously😅) and I’m nowhere near good but I just wanted to try at least. Just something quick, pls enjoy!

Mdni

Art not mine, credit goes to the artist of the picture above <33

Suguru pushed your legs up to your ears, testing your flexibility as he pounded into your wet cunt, pubes rubbing against each other, sweat dripping onto each other. You and Geto had been dating for a year and you were finally ready for him- and of course, him being the most loving and understanding man you’d ever met, he obviously understood your will to wait.

You honestly couldn’t believe what you were doing. Never in a million years would you think that you - the shyest woman known to man would be beneath Suguru Geto, a man who completely cherished you.

“Mmm, that’s my good girl, don’t come yet, okay princess, don’t come,” he said into your ear, breathless, for the first time he was breathless. He wasn’t a stranger to sex before he met you and he enjoyed it, but he only preferred to do it with someone that he would be undeniably in love with, and he was undeniably in love with you. he whispered breathlessly in your ear how much he loved you. his first time being breathless. Your legs trembled as you struggled to contain your orgasm. "Please, Geto, let me come, please," you pleaded, your voice almost a cry. Tears streamed down your face, and he lovingly kissed them away. Your heart raced, your body yearning for release. But you weren't alone. Geto held you tightly, his cock pulsing inside you, desperate to make you feel incredible. Seeing your trembling form, he wanted more from you, needed to see more.

Leaning over you, he gently squished your soft breast against his hard chest, reaching over your head to grab a blue vibrator from his nightstand. He turned it to its highest setting. Without warning, he pressed the toy against your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body. "Geto!" you cried out, unable to hold back any longer. "Go ahead, my love," Geto whispered, pressing the vibrator against your swollen clit. Your cries faded as a warm sensation spread through your body. "G-Geto, I feel a little str-" Before you could finish, a clear liquid gushed from between your legs.

Your legs started to shake from not being able to hold your orgasm in any longer. clawing at his back in a voice that almost sounded like a cry. Tears were streaming down your face and he kissed them away. Your heart was pounding in your chest as Geto's fingers were tightly gripping at your waist. His cock was pulsing inside of you and wanted to release all that his balls held, Geto couldn’t help himself and placed his hand right over your splashing cunt He couldn’t hold any longer just from that sight alone, releasing so much cum into you. He spread your release all over your inner thighs mixed with his own. “Fuck, y/n, you're perfect,” he said, completely breathless, he kissed all over your shaking body, anywhere he could, happy to share such an intimate moment with the love of his life.

He pulled out of you and lightly bumped your swollen clit during the action, causing you to whine a little. He picked you up bridal style, carrying you into the bathroom. He gently set you down beside the tub, making sure you were steady before letting go. As he reached over to turn on the faucet, you could see the warm smile on his face. The sound of running water filled the room as steam began to rise. He tested the temperature, then looked back at you. "Is it okay, or should I make it warmer?" he asked, concern evident in his voice. You touched the water with your hand and nodded. "It's perfect," you said softly. He returned your smile, clearly relieved. "Great," he murmured, keeping his gaze on your face. He reached for a bottle of bubble bath and poured a generous amount into the water. Soon, a fragrant aroma filled the room, mixing with the steam. The bubbles began to foam up, creating a frothy layer on the surface. He stood back, admiring you and his work, then extended his hand to help you into the tub. You took his hand gratefully, carefully stepping into the warm, inviting water. As you sank into the tub, the warmth enveloped you like a comforting embrace. You leaned back, relaxing completely as the bubbles surrounded you. He grabbed a nearby stool and sat beside the tub, his eyes never leaving you. “Thank you Geto,” you said you adored him so much. "You deserve this, darling," he said softly, his voice filled with affection.

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rin-vana · 1 year ago

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⠀⠀⠀⠀───◌┈┈─── ♡ 𝇄 𝇃 𝐑𝐄𝐉𝐔𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 ┋ 𝐅𝐓. 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄

⎯⎯ ( 𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 ) : Blade x Reader

⎯⎯ ( 𝙎𝙔𝙉𝙊𝙋𝙎𝙄𝙎 ) : Blade needs relief from his racing mind, and it's in between your legs that he decides how to relieve himself after his duties.

⎯⎯ ( 𝘾.𝙒. ) : Lots and lots of oral, Blade is a munch fr, implied multiple rounds, watersports (squirting), mentions of bondage bec readers hands are tied, implied established relationship, as always black reader

⎯⎯ ( 𝙒.𝘾. ) : 1,003, a drabble

⎯⎯ ( 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙎 ) : This is for a friend after I promise I'd write this and here it is. I'm tryna get more consistent with posting I promise <3

”𝑆𝐼𝑇 𝑆𝑇𝐼𝐿𝐿. '𝑆𝐴𝐼𝐷 𝐼'𝑀 𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝐷𝑂𝑁𝐸.”

What has it been, hours? Blade continuously lapping in between your legs, his bandaged hands keeping you in place.

A numb feeling crept where his hands gripped your thighs, knowing that without his support they’d fall limp. You don’t know what has him so worked up like this, but it’s the least of your problems when you feel a harsh sting hit your side.

”Blade— oh my God, please.” You pleaded yet they fell deaf on his ears, his tongue working wonders on your engorged clit and you flinched every time he would do so much as flick it slowly. Not to mention his fingers, two of them plunging in and out of you, curled just the right way that had your brain turning foggy.

He wouldn’t even let you touch him, having your wrist bound and pinned above your head. He knew how to get you weak in the knees whenever he needed, whether it’d be a whisper in your ear about something mundane, or his habit of brushing hair past your shoulders to let his hands graze the skin on your neck.

Blade wants what he wants in that very moment, and very little hinders him. So your useless begs and pleas did go in one ear and out the other.

You were writhing so much that the navy blue haired male knew you were close, detaching his mouth from the swollen bud with a pornographic pop. His fingers continued applying pressure until you coated them in your milky essence, eliciting a satisfied hum from Blade that hardly looked at you, but at your fluttering and spasming pussy instead. ”Good, you can do one more for me, right?”

You only let out a mewl, words being stuck in your throat because Blade hardly gave you time to respond. The choice wasn’t yours to make. He was going to get what he wanted regardless if you were a crying mess or not.

This time his mouth replaced his fingers entirely, lips suckling ever so harsh to push you over the edge again. Your back had long since been arched off the soft duvet he had you on, with Blade on his knees. Your body was buzzing all over, vision blurred from the amount of fat tears rolling down your cheeks.

His hands were more-so gripping onto the edge of the bed, sheets becoming wrinkled under his touch, so you slowly pulled yourself back for any form of break, to get away from his warm mouth. But Blade was quick to pull you back to him, his lithe hands squeezing the underside of your thighs until they wrapped around your legs as a whole. ”I thought..,” he started, chest heaving from being breathless, ”..I said to sit still. You like making me feel good, don't you?”

”Yes-! Yes I do.. But—”

He promptly cut you off. ”Then you’d listen and let me indulge.” It was useless to fight against him when he so easily overpowered you in terms of strength. Your body was already shuddering and weakened from the amount of times he was able to make you cum from his fingers and mouth alone.

Not once did his grip falter, spreading your legs apart so he could get a better look at how he left you. Your slightly agape hole fluttered around nothing, and Blade reveled in the sight. It was practically crying for him, gushing your addictive flavor because of how badly you yearned for him to stuff you full.

Nothing compared to this, not even Kafka’s voice repeating like a mantra in his head. Your body was the temple he wanted to protect, to worship, to give his time towards. He wanted to watch you fall apart and be the reason for it, yet put you back together in the quiet of night.

You crumbled for him, voice whining about it “being too much” or you’re “getting close!” Blade wanted to see every bit of it. His tongue licked from your clenching hole up to your clit so slowly it felt like torture, closing his lips on your bundle of nerves as he looked up to your tear-stained face. He’s painted the expression in his mind countless times, but each was better than the last.

His groans and pace pick up and so does your movement, your upper body failing to keep still because all you want to do is close your legs, but Blade keeps you wide open. You’re close again, you don’t really want me to stop. It’s obvious by how loud you’re getting, a sheen building up all over your skin.

”Blade… Blade Blade Blade– stop.” You repeat his name over and over, but all it does is push him further. He’s groaning nonstop, sending so many pulsations throughout your lower body that it gets harder to hold back.

Your hands struggle further against your restraints, nails digging into the palm of your hands. If only he would answer you, but he clearly has a goal to reach.

One hand retracts from your thighs to give your clit more attention, two bandaged fingers giving it just the right amount of pressure. Blade’s tongue dips into your hole again, warm and wet and so good. All it takes is a few more rolls of his fingers and your spewing all over his face. Clear liquid squirts from one hole and another your cum that Blade damn near moans at.

From his nose down, Blade’s face is covered in you. Most of your cum dripped from his swollen lips, but he finally pulled away from your spent and sore hole. Your movements ceased and once he finally let go of your thighs, they fell limp onto the bed. He rose from his knees, undoing the belt around his waist and letting his coat fall from his shoulders.

You looked at him with tired eyes, clearly in a stupor as he loomed over you. ”I already told you, I’m not done.”

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blu-ish · 9 months ago

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Seasonal Love💖

PART TWO (read Part One Here ;))

Summary: A couple weeks after Sonic's "Valentines Day" encounter with his rival, he decides it's only fair to teach Shadow about a Mobian Holiday. It's only polite after all...

So why is he suddenly feeling embarrassed about it now?

Tails busied himself with his gadgets. It wasn't often that he'd get the free time to work on something that wasn't "saving the world" related. Don't get him wrong, he loved a challenge, but some of his personal projects needed some tending too.

Wiping his brow, the kit smiled proudly at his work. All he needed was to fine tune it and--

"Hey bud!" a gush of wind engulfed the room, it was kind of refreshing to the sweaty inventor, who held onto his working goggles as the breeze passed. Smiling at his older brother with a brow.

"What did I say about running into my workshop at mach one?"

"And what did I say about working without the windows open little brother?" Sonic ruffled the fox's head, moving passed him to pull the window open, leaning against the frame to enjoy the fresh air that drifted in.

Tails knew how picky Sonic was about windows, it seemed the only time they were ever closed was during a storm. Before he could reassure his sibling it just slipped his mind, he gasped, running up to the window.

"Is that--?!"

"Sure is! I think it's my best one this season."

Hanging just above his window, was a small charm. Tails always thought they looked similar to wind chimes or suncatchers. Small yellow and orange flowers were weaved between fresh blades of grass, two pine cones at their center. All held by a strings and small twigs. It was beautiful.

"That's today?!" Tails groaned, "I completely forgot! Wait a minute--" he pointed an accusing gloved finger at the hedgehog. "You didn't remind me on purpose so you could beat me this season!"

"and I oop--" Sonic wheezed, weakly covering his face as the younger playfully swatted at him. "Do you like it at least?"

Pulling his older brother into a tight hug, he couldn't stop his tails from wagging, causing another small gust. "I love it, thank you Sonic."

Sonic purred, resting his head on his baby brother's. They stayed like that for a minute before Tails pulled away sighing, a bit defeated.

"How am I supposed to top that?! I've only started collecting for everyone last week!" He really needed to rework his scheduling, especially during holidays.

"You still have the rest of today before the festival dude! Don't sweat it." Sonic reassured him. He knew his brother was right, his inventions could wait, and he wasn't just gonna let Sonic have all the fun. "I still gotta hang the rest of them before tonight, but I can help you with yours if you like."

Tails nodded, he was gonna need all the help he could get. The fox was good with machines, but when it came to arts and crafts, well...

"Only if the "charms king" want's to of course." the fox teased, removing his workshop equipment and running up to his brother who had already zipped over to open the door.

"Indubitably dear brother." Sonic bowed. Shutting the door behind them. The charm swayed in the wind, it's twin pine cones turning ever so slightly.

Shadow had never seen the town this busy before.

The one day off he had from work, was the day he decided to visit Sunset Heights, a small Mobian town just a quick run--for him at least, from Westopolis. There was the occasional human here and there, but the buildings themselves accommodated the different species height, so they mostly stood outside and chatted with their much smaller companions.

What caught his eye the most, was the amount of.. hanging like objects? Decor? He couldn't really put his finger on how to describe them, but they seemed to hang on every window within his sight. It was, admittedly, a little strange. But he supposed it was a nice change to how the town was a few years prior, when Eggman sent the place to ruin.

Unwilling to reopen those memories, he instead walked a little closer to a local bakery, where a older goat like Mobian woman tended to what seemed to be baskets upon baskets of leaves, grass, flowers, and twigs.

What on Earth is going on?

He hadn't meant to peer inside of the baskets, but his curious nature betrayed him anyways, catching the attention of the shop keeper.

"Are ya interested in my rare wares youngster?" she laughed. Shadow noticed her windows had tons of those same hanging objects, which seemed to be made out of the same kind of material, he blinked as the lady awaited an answer.

"O-oh, I apologize, I was just curious about... the grass." You would think he would be used to public interactions by now, he mentally cringed at himself. Why was he like this...

"Oh your a grass fan huh? Well I got dead grass, some what alive grass, brown, green, yellow--you name it honey."

Before he could ask-- or better yet, try to understand what was happening, he felt a line build up behind him. The goat looked at him expectedly. How did he even get here? He was NOT going to buy grass---

...

He bought 2 bags of grass and a single flower.

Pulling out his phone, he sent pictures of some of the hanging decor that boggled his mind to Rouge. Maybe she would know, she always happened too. He had to admit, some of the designs were rather beautiful, while confusing.

He continued to walk through the town, entering the main plaza, he reached down to grab the particular flower he had purchased in his moment of weakness. He sat down near the fountain to examine it.

Each flower the lady was selling had been pressed and incased in a glass like circle container. Like a keychain, it was held by a single string. The yellow rose shimmered in the sunlight, their tips a deep red. He supposed it was rather stunning, he could find some use for it, maybe.

The agent watched as groups moved from one side of the plaza to the other, moving tables, bags, and tools. He felt a little cramped, so much for finding a place to relax--he wasn't a fan of crowds.

Not wanting to get in the way more than he felt he already has, Shadow hastily walked out of the town, finding solace in the nearby woods.

Sonic was on a roll today.

After helping Tails with the charms for everyone, he was quickly shooed out of the house. His little brother wanted to surprise him with his charm when it was finished. Sonic offered to take the few the kit was able to get done with him, it was probably one of his favorite parts.

After all, who was a better delivery boy then the fastest thing alive?

He hit all the stops, as many as he could anyways, he couldn't wait to see all the additions during the festival. He wondered if they'd finally serve chilidogs this season?

After quietly hanging some charms at a certain detective agency, along with a quick run passed Vanillas, the blue hedgehog pulled out the last two charms-- littered with small pink flowers and shiny stones, meant for the one and only Amy Rose.

The pink hedgehogs window was wide open, the sweet smell of--what Sonic could tell anyways, was something in the oven, probably for the festival. This was one of Amy's favorite holidays after all.

But before Sonic could hang the charms, Amy was already opening her froNT DOOR-- NO HIS PEFRECT PLAN FOILED.

Quickly hiding the charms behind his back, he hoped they wouldn't get tangled together too much. He smiled as Amy made eye contact with him. Act natural.

"H-Hey Ames! Cooking up something for tonight? Wouldn't happen to be chilidogs would it?" yeah, he was super cool.

Amy rolled her eyes, but played along. "Nope! It's my world famous strawberry short cake, also its baking not "cooking" Sonic."

Sonic groaned, what was she the word police? It should've been chilidogs.. NO ONE BRINGS CHILIDOGS-- before he could continue his mental war over the fact he was getting strawberry short cake AGAIN, Amy gasped. Crap he forgot he was supposed to be hiding the--

"Are those--?!"

"NO AMY SAVE YOURSELF DONT LOOK ITS BAD LUCK S T O P." He stammered, quickly running inside her house to hang them out her window letting out a long sigh of relief. "There we go, I saved your life you owe me now."

Amy snorted, holding her ribs as it quickly turned into a laughing fit. Sonic couldn't help laughing with her. It was nice, it really brought out the kids in them both. She walked back inside to look at them, wiping the tears from her green eyes. "Your a dork, ahh they're beautiful!"

"Thanks! Tails was really hoping you'd think so, I mean, mines a given but--" Amy nudged him playfully, stopping him mid sentence. "Alright we don't need another "Pro Charms" maker speech. You won that competition one time! one!"

"Sounds like something a beginner would say." He smiled smugly, Amy only groaned moving back to grab her bag.

"I was just on my way to hang some charms myself, I just set my cake to cool so I should be able to finish it when I get back." She put her hand on her hip, glaring at the hedgehog knowingly. "and you ARE going to have some young man, it was made with love!"

Sonic put a hand over his chest, "I will endure it for you Ames, always." It wasn't Amy's fault, her cake was always a hit, he was just a hater.

"Sounds good," she chuckled, "oh, and if you wanted someone to bring chilidogs why not just talk to Shadow about it? You didn't stop talking about how good his were for a whole week." Amy smirked, "come to think of it, has he ever been to the festival before? I don't think there are any in Westopolis.. I meant to ask Rouge, maybe they could come this season!"

Something in Sonic snapped, a tight knot built up in his chest.

He forgot about Shadow.

Amy noticed Sonics sudden change in demeanor, puzzled. "Everything okay Soni--?"

"CANT CHAT MY REPUTATIONS ON THE LINE--" and without another word, the blue blur was out the door, the gust of wind following him. Amy blinked, looking back at her cake, which was miraculously still standing and cooled to the perfect tempature.

"Oh come on!"

Shadow smiled to himself. Now this was much better.

The hybrid sat by a small pond, watching the frogs do their daily business, which he concluded was a lot of croaking.

The sun was beginning to set, just a little, he'd have to report back in the morning. The "joy" was almost overbearing... Taking a breath, he refused to let such a small thing ruin his quiet moment with the frogs. They didn't deserve to hear his grumblings anyways.

Just then, his ear twitched, the agent picked up a slight disturbance in the forest--it could've been easily mistaken to the light rustling of the leaves in the breeze, but his advanced hearing knew better. Standing up, he quickly moved out from the open.

What now?

Suddenly, a flash of blue zoomed passed where he hid behind the greenery. The whirlwind left behind ruffling Shadow's quills, causing his breath to hitch, just a little.

Sonic.

He didn't know when he started to chase him, he also didn't know why he did so... all he knew was that his heart needed to catch up.

He wanted too.

They zoomed around the trees, up the slopes and over mossy boulders. He wasn't sure if the blue hedgehog noticed him yet, but Sonic seemed to pick up speed, dashing under fallen trees and making all sorts of sharp turns.

Almost like he was trying to lose him.

Shadow growled, he was not going to lose.

He was so close, too close, but Sonic still stayed quicker and ever more nimble then the hybrid. They began to occasionally circle one another, again, and again, for no other reason but to glance at the other.

What was Sonic holding?

Sonic's foot got caught under a root, causing whatever dance was going on between the two to be cut abruptly. Shadow saw the item get flung out of his hands. The agent swiftly catching it before it could fall to the ground. He eyed it curiously before--

He couldn't believe it.

Shadow heard a small chuckle coming from the trapped hedgehog, who was working on freeing his foot.

"Ya know, it's bad luck if you see yours before it's hung." He smiled, walking over to the ebony hedgehog as he gently handed it back to him.

"I don't.." Shadow groaned, "understand?" Sonic eyed him curiously.

"I've been seeing those," he pointed to the wind chime like object in Sonic's hand. "all around town, what are they exactly?"

The hero hummed, quickly putting the pieces together at last, snapping his fingers. "Oh! Holy Gaia you really don't know do you?!"

Sonic's face never looked more punchable, but he just grumbled through it. Crossing his arms annoyed by his rivals endless teasing. How was he supposed to--?

Sonic raised his hands a bit with a laugh, careful with the mesh of unfinished weaved flowers and grass.

"Alright, alright, my bad," he and the hybrid started to walk through the woods, a complete one eighty from their previous chase. The noises of the forest slowly humming back to life.

"Amy mentioned you probably didn't know about the festival, but I had no idea you also didn't even know about one of Mobius's oldest traditions."

"Did you happen to forget that I was raised above the planet, not on it." Shadow corrected, "also if I recall, you didn't know what one of my holidays were either." Could this hedgehog be any more scatter brained?

Instead of the utter embarrassment the hybrid was expecting out of the hedgehog. Sonic instead looked right at him with a smile that rivaled all the stars. He attempted to step away, but his legs wouldn't move. They seemed to have a mind of their own today anyways...

"That's right! We made a deal, remember? I'm pulling my "teaching Shadow about a holiday pass" today!" he smirked, pulling the agent along as they jogged around the trees.

Shadow supposed it was, only fair, it's not like he had any plans. Rouge hadn't responded to his text in hours anyways.

"You were running somewhere? Here?"

Sonic nodded, "I have a secret place I like to make charms at." he looked back at the other behind him, "buuut you gotta promise not to tell anyone Shads. It's our secret now~"

Ignoring the wink sent his way, Shadow only nodded, and the duo disappeared into the brush.

"Hey! Your picking this up quick Shadow! You sure you haven't done this before?"

"Hush, your going to make me lose my place."

There was a meadow, a meadow right in the center of the forest. It looked like something right out of a painting, or one of the nature textbooks Maria would have in her room and stare at for hours, wishing that it was in color.

She would've loved it here.

The hedgehogs sat under a giant willow tree, a flower bed surrounded them with different shades of small flowers. Tall green grass pressed below them under the shade, it took all of Shadows willpower not to stare at the scenery around him, instead it was just as Sonic instructed-- one loop through the next, and tighten, then again.

He finally understood now. These "hanging trinkets" were called, Mobian Suncharms. Through Sonic's crude-ish history lesson, he learned that at the end of every winter, Mobians would weaved together their own Suncharms to give as a gift, a "promise" to friends and family that they would be with them in the spring.

Sonic explained that, when you were done, you were traditionally supposed to hang them right outside said persons window. Without them seeing of course. The person would collect how many SunCharms they'd received at the end of the day, bringing them to a special festival where you would combine them to one big SunCharm, where you would then keep everyone's "promises" in your home until the Charm wilted.

"The food, games, and music was kinda added later I guess." Sonic explained, effortlessly weaving around the small green and red flowers in his hand. "Tails and I had ran into a festival when we were younger," he breathed a laugh, "we were so lost, no clue what was going on either."

Shadow hummed, listening as he glanced over to Sonics hands before readjusting his own weavings.

"I didn't really have any interest in it at first, we were just there for the free food mostly, but Tails, he begged me to try. His village had excluded him from it.." Sonic gripped his charm slightly. Shadow noticed and subconsciously leaned a little closer to the blue hedgehog.

"Why?"

Sonic glanced back at Shadow, his face... a little closer than he expected. He cleared his throat, sighing. "ah, well, you probably didn't know but.. his old village was convinced his Tails brought "bad luck" or some crap like that..." Sonic mumbled the last part, Shadow could tell he didn't like talking about it much. So he only nodded.

"I see, a shame, I always thought they were rather unique."

The hero blinked, chuckling a bit, "Man, Tails would freak if you said that to him." The hybrid chuckled back, glad he was able to lift Sonics spirits, just a little.

"Well, I am a bit of a hybrid myself." Shadow concluded.

"Hey so am I," Sonic snorted, referring to what Shadow could only guess was his abnormal speed. "We should start a club."

"Noted."

The silence was comforting, whatever sunlight was left peeping through the trees branches fell onto Sonics cobalt quills. It reminded him of the pond. Not that Shadow was staring-- no.

"The festival is gonna start soon." Sonic's voice broke the stillness, he didn't realize the blue hedgehog could sound that soft before.

Standing up, Sonic dusted himself off, looking down at his rival. "Can I see you there?"

"Of course, I wouldn't miss it." he smiled, "I'll finish mine and meet you tonight."

"Sounds like a plan." the hero gave him a quick thumbs up, holding Shadow's charm close to his peach chest and zooming away. Shadow supposed he'd get to see the finished product later then. They were running a little short on time, hanging them on the windows was out of the question now.

After a few more minutes, the hedgehog stood up, one arm holding a bundle of SunCharms. While the other, one Sonic helped him with earlier, he hung on the willow tree. It's light blue and yellow flowers perfectly weaved together. A blue stone at it's center.

"I promise, Maria." Through the spring, and for the rest of time.

The festival was going just as planned, people from all over Mobius seemed to join together under the lights of the Sunset Heights plaza. Sonic waved toward his friends, who were all dressed up for the occasion. They held their individual SunCharms in bundles, some already started trying to find a way to piece them together, laughing and joking all the way. It warmed his heart.

"Sonic!" Tails called, giggling as his brother pulled him up into a hug. "Look how many Charms I got!"

The kit enthusiastically held up what seemed to be hundreds of SunCharms, Sonic could tell the kid was already figuring out a way to fit them together in his little genius brain.

"That's awesome bud! Maybe you could help me with mine next." Sonic held a whole bundle of SunCharms, being the literal hero of Mobius without a literal window FOR SunCharms ended with him being handed all of them at once as soon as he entered the plaza. Tails couldn't help but wheeze.

"Good luck with that Sonic." he winked. Cream and Charmy came running over as well.

"I can take those for you Mr. Sonic! We set up a table for us all near the fountain!" the rabbit smiled, helping Sonic walk over to set the SunCharms down.

"As emperor of Charmy Day, I herby also offer my assistance to you!" Charmy added, flying over to take some as well. Sonic smiled, these kids were awesome.

Vector sighed, "Charmy for the last time it's not Charmy Day." he chuckled, "Wow Sonic, you sure got your hands full there!"

Espio nodded from where he sat near the kids table, Sonic could only guess he self appointed himself as the child watcher as the other adults partied around. "Glad you could make it Sonic, and thank you for your charms."

"Thanks guys, no problem!" after setting his stuff down and finally resting his arms, he started to greet the others. Amy was already handing out slices of her strawberry shortcake. While Charmy had pulled Tails and Cream away to play games. Even Knuckles was here, and he looked like he was being "tormented" by a certain white bat.

"Rouge?" Sonic blinked surprised. "I didn't know you celebrated!"

"She didn't," Knuckles huffed, "But someone has big ears and heard me talking about it, now she won't leave me alone." Knuckles's muzzles was almost as red as his quills. Sonic assumed that was Rouge's doing.

"Heya blue," she took a sip of her drink before gently patting the echidnas head. "He invited me here since I was trying to get answers for a certain someone who didn't know about the holiday."

"Yeah, while you were on my island trying to steal my emerald!"

"Oh relax red, we made a mutual agreement to put aside our differences for tonight." she hummed, taking another sip out of her drink before Knuckles could put in another word.

Sonic never really thought about it, but Rouge was almost always in the city, probably for her whole life. He wondered if she was like Shadow, and was simply unaware of a part of Mobian culture because of it. Like Sonic was with, with.. oh yeah! Valentines Day!

"Well, either way, glad you guys are here! Wouldn't be the same without ya Knuckle head. Your gonna love it Rouge, everything's free tonight!"

"Now that's my kind of holiday!" she laughed, raising her glass to the hedgehog.

Leaving the couple to it, Sonic grabbed a drink, walking around the fountain greeting more people before eyeing a familiar dark hedgehog under the lights.

"Well, look who finally decided to show up." he couldn't help his tail from wagging, or the dumb smile that was probably on his face. Because oh my Gaia did Shadow clean up good.

The end of the winter brought its last chilly breeze, so many people had light coats or sweaters on. But Shadows collared shirt, leather jacket, freshly brushed quills, and eyeliner. Looked... nice. Yes, very nice.

"I said I'd be here." he said, in his, "did you literally forget I just told you" look. Sonic just sighed, "And I'm happy you are, because I get to give you this!" he pulled out a SunCharm from his quills, Shadow stared in awe at the sight.

It looked even better from when he watched Sonic make it under the willow tree. It was embedded with small black stones, the red and green flowers curled around them perfectly. There was even a few pressed flowers on there too, dangling from thin strings. A green rose, and a purple one too. He was definitely keeping those after his charm wilted for, educational purposes.

Shadow gently took the charm from him, holding his carefully to examine each little detail. He hoped his tail wasn't wagging too much...

"T-Thank you, Sonic." he forced out, still infatuated with his gift. Sonic only smiled dumby in response, he wanted to make sure Shadow's first SunCharm was extra special.

"Here..." The hybrid pulled his SunCharm from his own quills, not really watching Sonics expression as he handed it to him. He wasn't expecting much of a response other than a "Thanks Shadow!" or even "Aw for me? You shouldn't have."

But he was met with absolute silence.

In fact, Shadow hadn't even realized until then as well, but the whole plaza was, in fact dead silent.

Heart picking up pace fast. Shadow looked around confused out of his mind, which wouldn't be the first time that day anyways. He shifted his attention to Sonic, and he was going to ask him what the hell was going on but--

Sonic's face was beet red.

"Sonic? What's wrong?" Why was it that every time he tried to celebrate anything it ended up going horrible and utterly wrong in his favor--

"S-Shadow, you gave me a E-Eternal Rose.." Sonic swallowed, gesturing to the Yellow Rose, the one with the red tips. That dangled innocently by a string. Shadow didn't know what else to add on Sonics' SunCharm so he just-- he just added it? What in the world is happening right now.

Shadow bit back a hiss, trying so hard to not let all the eyes scare him away. He was stronger than that, right? Whatever offence he just caused Sonic and all of Mobius apparently could be solved with a simple apology and a swift move to a different continent and--

"It's a declaration of an eternal love, to like your.. uh, l-life partner?" Sonic chuckled awkwardly. Watching as Shadows face twisted from anguish to pure flushed embarrassment.

"I-It's okay! You didn't know! It's not a big deal or anything--" Sonic was stammering, people were whispering. People were watching.

He wasn't strong enough.

He took a hold of the traitorous rose and snapped it from the SunCharm, pulling his chaos emerald before the whole plaza was engulfed into a green light.

"C-CHAOS CONTROL!"

Why couldn't the rose have meant nothing. Absolutely, nothing. He could've been enjoying himself with everyone else, in the back, probably in the corner. But still, nonetheless better than this.

But no, it had to mean something, and that something was the most prominent something of all.

A declaration of love of all things.

He gripped the rose in his hand, unwilling to shatter it, because what good would that do? Why didn't that lady tell him it meant something like that before he went ahead and bought it along with her two bags of grass.

Maybe he should just sleep under this willow tree for the night.

Suddenly, he heard a voice call to him. The last voice he wanted to hear right now...

"Shadow! Dude?! Where did you go!?" Sonic called to him from somewhere within the forest. Shadow knew it was cowardly to hide, it was weak to hide. He would be severely scolded for this behavior back on the Ark.

But he wasn't on the Ark.

And no amount of testing prepared him for this.

Maria's SunCharm seemed to make the most noise, the blue stone he had placed in the middle mere hours earlier made a whistling noise through the cracks around its uneven sides in the breeze. He grumbled at it, begging for it to stop--

"There you are!" Sonic peered under through the long hair like vines that hung from the tree, separating them like curtains.

Shadow yelped, quills sticking up protectively. "L-Leave me be.." he sped walked around the tree, a determined Sonic behind him.

Kicking up his air shoes, Shadow blasted away, the forest blanketing him in darkness from the moon. The blue light that bounced off of the trees following him..

They raced once again, similar to earlier, but instead of it being filled by curiousness, it held the unknown-- something that only filled the hybrid with dread.

He hated it. He hated not knowing, he despised running away, to many complicated emotions... gritting his teeth he swerved around. Face to face with the hedgehog, who wasn't expecting him to stop.

"Shad--"

"Fight me."

Sonic blinked, "What?! Now--?"

But he was already blocking a kick, and it was Shadow's turn to play chase.

They duked it out for what seemed like forever, kicks and punches coming left and right. Swerving under and over trees and rocks. They gave it their all, occasionally circling... just to glance at the other.

Sonic would lose him in the darkness, and Shadow would seemingly reappear from it, tackling him to the ground. The blue hedgehog in return would light up the forest in a dazzling light, chaos energy flowing through him.

They rolled down a hill, gripping the other tightly before they stopped. Breathing heavily, Sonic and Shadow collapsed side by side before looking up into the starry night. The moon greeting them in its pale light.

"S-Shadow?" Sonic panted, looking over at the coughing hedgehog. Who used to rest of his energy to look away.

"I-I'm" Shadow swallowed heavily, "I'm sorry."

Sonic laughed, but it sounded more like a gentle wheeze. "That you lost? I mean you said it not me-- OW!" He hissed, as Shadow elbowed him.

"You know what I meant.."

"Y-yeah.. I know."

They stayed silent for a while longer, the night filled with nothing but their breaths. This time, however, Shadow broke it.

"I didn't know.."

Sonic smiled, "No kidding."

Shadow grumbled, holding his face in his hands remembering the moment. He dragged them down his muzzle before hesitantly looked over to Sonic, who was covered in branches and leaves.

"I had purchased it this morning.. a older woman was selling some I supposed." he recalled, the flower was rather pricey now that he thinks about it.

The hero hummed, "Those flowers are extremely rare, couples usually put them on their SunCharms when their expecting to marry in the spring." he explained, "It's just for good luck or whatnot, the fact she just happen to have one is crazy."

"That would've been nice to know.." The agent looked away, face absolutely flushed.

Sonic sat up, reaching a hand out to help the other up. They sat there for a minute before the blue hedgehog held his hand out again. "May I see it?"

"S-sure.." Shadow handed him the flower that singlehandedly ruined his night. But Sonic looked at it with utter awe.

"It's beautiful."

The hybrid hummed, staring at Sonic for a while as he examined the flora.

"I should've explained the flower color meanings to you man.. I'm so sorry. Guess It just slipped my mind."

"Wouldn't be the first time you've forgotten something." Shadow minorly teased, correcting his gaze away from the hedgehog.

"Har har," Sonic nudged him, coming a little closer to show the flower to Shadow. He smelled like wet grass, or the air before the rain.

"You see the yellow? That could mean multiple things, but usually, it means happiness, or friendship." Shadow nodded along, looking at where Sonics gloved fingers pointed on the glass.

"The red tips signify that friendship becoming, something more," He chuckled, awkwardly, "Like, falling in love, I guess."

Shadow pulled his own legs closer to hug himself, looking away once again, he didn't know why he felt so.. vulnerable. When he let himself become this way around Sonic specifically, it happened over time he supposed.. he didn't care, he just wanted to be.

"I didn't.. mean to embarrass you, on your holiday no less." Shadow cleared his throat. "and I shouldn't have left so suddenly.. that was very rude of me and--"

"Dude," Sonic placed a hand on top of Shadows. "It's okay.. I promise."

He was so close, too close, they ended up resting their foreheads together. Closing their eyes and just sat there. Something inside of him wished it could last forever.

Sonic hummed, breaking the contact, "You never finished your SunCharm by the way.." emerald eyes stared back at him in the night. Shadow couldn't help but stare back.

"What..?"

Pulling out the SunCharm Shadow made for him, he pointed at the broken string with a smile. "Think you could fix it for me?"

Shadow blinked, "But I thought--"

"It doesn't have to mean anything Shads, who cares! It's just a pretty flower," Sonic rolled his eyes, "You made it and I want to keep it, I don't give a damn about what anyone else thinks."

There was something about Sonic that had always fascinated Shadow... he supposed he'd never fully understand, and for once, he was fine with that.

He tied the Eternal Rose back in place, the moon reflecting off its surface. Sonic glimmered with a happiness that Shadow momentarily thought rivaled even the flower. He knew somewhere, Sonic was right, that what the flower meant was just a means of symbolism... nothing more.

But he supposed it was true in a sense, Shadow knew he was eternal.. and, as much as he didn't like to admit it--even to himself, he found himself caring, a little too much about this stupid blue hedgehog that just so happened to run right into his life.

And if Sonic saw a promise of anything in that flower, Shadow would keep it, until the end of it all.

Sonic chuckled, glancing toward Shadow, "What? Do I still got dirt on my face?"

The agent grumbled, looking away, "We should head back." He stood up, he had some apologizing to do after all.

"You mean you still wanna go? Even after--"

"It's like you said, it doesn't have to mean anything." Shadow smiled, happy that Sonic smiled with him. Helping Shadow dust himself off and fix his collar. "Happy to hear that Shads." He winked.

They stood there for a moment, before Sonic playfully shoved him to the side. Taking off, "You owe me a dance! And chilidogs, faker!"

Shadow grunted, recentering himself before blasting off after his rival back to Sunset Heights. Maybe the night was full of unsaid promises, and maybe now wasn't the right time, but whatever the two had was special.

That was a promise.

#blu-ish writes #sonadow #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #fav #LMAOOO UHHH HI GUYS #sonic fanfic #tails the fox #amy rose #knuckles the echidna #Rouge the bat #you know what I really liked this one #IDK IF IT MADE A LOT OF SENSE BUT YEAH TAKE THIS RANDOM MOBIAN HOLIDAY I MADE UP #hope ya like <3

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Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows

Genre: Fluff

Request: Kinda

Word count: 1872

Warnings: none. perhaps implied sex at a later date.

Summary: Melissa has a crush on a parent. What happens when Jacob and Janine find out

A/N: Feels kinda homophobic if I didn't post anything for pride month. This is short but (hopefully) sweet so enjoy!

Melissa wasn’t exactly known for her subtleness. She wore her emotions on her sleeve and so it came as no surprise to Barbra when Melissa gushed about a new parent.

“Barb, she’s so incredible! Did you know she’s a single parent? Has been since Ivy was born. Piece-a shit walked out before she was even born.” Melissa’s expression flicked from adoration to dark anger when she thought about how your boyfriend had left you when he found out you were pregnant.

Barbra just hummed, already used to Melissa’s ramblings. You and your daughter were a new addition to Barbra’s class. Starting half-way through the year had been tough on little Ivy to begin with but your daughter had taken it in her stride and made friends without any issues.

“Ooo, who are we talking about?” Janine came over to where Melissa and Barbra were, pulling out a chair to sit on before Melissa gave her a sharp look and she thought otherwise.

“Ivy’s mother.” Barbra answered, her voice soft and kind in an attempt to soften Melissa’s harsh stare.

“Oh! I heard tha-'' Janine was cut off by a knock on the staff door.

The door swung open and there you stood with a tupperware container.

“Hey Mrs Howard, Ivy made cakes over the weekend and I forgot to pack them in her bag. She wanted to make them for her ‘extra special’ teacher”. You chuckled lightly. “Don’t worry, I did most of the making so the cakes are actually edible.”

You loved Ivy but kids were messy and no matter how many times you washed her hands, you couldn’t trust that she was actually clean.

Melissa laughed just a little louder than the others, causing Barbra, yourself and Janine to look at her. A smile grew on your face as you watched her cheeks tint slightly with pink when she realised how loud she was.

“Thank you dear.” Barbra took the container and glanced over at Melissa “Are you busy? How about you come sit with us for a while.”

You looked between Barbra, Melissa and Janine, all of whom had mixed expressions. Barbra had a wide smile and a glint in her eye, Melissa’s eyes were wide as she stared at her friend, her leg bouncing nervously and Janine looked both put out and confused.

“Oh thank you but I really should be going… I only stopped to drop these off.” You smiled politely as you backed away from the table, towards the door.

“Let me walk you out.” Melissa rushed out of her seat before you could say no and opened the door for you.

Once the two of you were safely out of sight, Janine glanced at the cameras briefly before turning to Barbra “Well that was weird.”

~~~~~

You walked Ivy to Mrs Howard’s class, your daughter skipping along in front of you. It was so wonderful to see how well she had settled in. You hadn’t wanted to move her half-way through her first year at school but when your ex had shown up demanding to see his daughter, you didn’t really have much choice. You still shudder at the memory. Moving to South Philly was the best decision you had made and having a pretty lady who just happened to be your daughter’s teacher’s best friend made Philly just that little bit sweeter.

Speaking of, Melissa was leaning on the doorframe to Mrs Howard’s classroom, chatting away to the other woman. You saw in real time as her eyes roamed your figure, her lower lip catching between her teeth briefly before realising what she was doing and looking away. She released her lip and cleared her throat before looking back at you. Her glasses were holding her hair back in the most breathtaking way and the amount of self control you had to not glance down to where her top ended in a V was insane.

It was only when Ivy tugged at your hand that you realised where you were and what you were supposed to be doing. You kissed your daughter goodbye and watched as she was ushered into the room by a smug looking Barbra.

“Hiya hon.” Melissa’s deep Philly accent poured over your ears like honey.

“Hi” You managed to choke out. You had never been a huge fan of nicknames but something about the way Melissa said hon made you want to change your mind.

“Never got to thank you for those cakes, so thanks.”

“Y-yeah no problem.” You laughed, hoping to shake some of the nervousness from your voice. “Well, I should get going. Work will kick my ass if I’m late again.”

“Alright. See ya around kid.”

You smiled at the older woman before turning and walking away. Neither you nor Melissa noticed Jacob watch as Melissa’s eyes trailed over your ass. Jacob power walked away before Melissa could catch him as he came to a shocking realisation.

~~~~~

The staff room was unusually calm, meaning Jacob had to stage-whisper to Janine.

“Have you seen Melissa and that parent?”

Janine studied Jacob’s face before answering “Y/n?” She asked, testing the waters before she accidentally slipped up.

“Yes!” Jacob’s excitement got the better of him and Melissa briefly put down her crossword, looking at him from over her glasses. He cleared his throat “Sorry”.

“Wait so you’ve noticed it too?” Janine said, trying to be sly while a camera zoomed in to her face.

“I’m so glad I’m not the only one who knows.” Jacob said, a little louder than he meant to “”It was painful watching the two of them.”

“Knows what?” Melissa’s voice made the two younger teachers freeze.

“I know.” Mr Johnson said, looking smugly at the camera before turning around to face the three of them.

Jacob let out a nervous laugh, “N-nothing.” He gulped and the camera zoomed in on his face.

“Yeah… I’ve gotta… go… do something” Janine said, making a quick exit from the staff room, effectively abandoning Jacob.

As Janine left, she sighed with relief before a beautiful, brilliant plan started formulating in her brain.

She had a kindergarten teacher to see.

~~~~~

“This feels like a bad idea.” Gregory had somehow found himself roped into Janine and Jacob’s insane plan.

“No! It’s in the name of love!” Jacob patted Gregory’s shoulder before basically shoving him into Mrs Howard’s room, with Janine closing the door behind him.

“Gregory?” Mrs Howard looked up, confusion clearly displayed on her face.

“Hi” Gregory awkwardly waved, before clearing his throat in an attempt to shake off the nerves “I was wondering if I could have Miss Y/L/N’s number?”

“And why is that?”

“Well, I, um.” Gregory glanced at the door, seeing Janine’s head pop up and give him a thumbs up. He then looked blankly at the camera before rushing out. “I would like her number to ask her on a date.”

Barbra looked shocked for a moment “But I thought-” she cut herself off when she saw the top of Janine’s head duck out of the way. Ah, so this was her plan. Barbra kept a straight face as she wrote down your number, handing it to Gregory and praying that this would end well.

~~~~~

When you dropped your daughter off a week later, Barbra could tell you were distracted. You didn’t notice the way Melissa oogled you, not that you normally do, but today it was particularly obvious as she choked on her coffee and managed to have a very loud coughing fit.

“Everything alright my dear?” Barbra asked, Ivy skipping into her classroom to play with some friends before school started.

“Yeah…” You frowned for a moment, Melissa coming to stand by Barbra as her kids still hadn’t arrived yet.

“Don’t need me to beat anyone up for ya, do ya hon?” Normally the threat of violence was a big turn off for you but the way Melissa looked at you when she said it made your cheeks grow hot.

“Nah, nothing like that. I guess…” You stopped, looking at them both before glancing at the camera crew who were waiting around the corner. You leaned closer to the two of them, missing the way Melissa’s breath stuttered and how her eyes fell on your lips. “Do you think Gregory has a crush on me?”

You were so close to Melissa that she could smell your minty toothpaste and her head was so wrapped up in what it would be like to wake up next to you, that it took her a minute to realise what you had said.

“What- no- he- what makes you say that?” Melissa was trying to keep it cool but her heart was going a million miles an hour, did you like him? Were you going on a date with him? Were you straight? She hadn’t gotten those vibes from you but then again, she had been wrong before. Oh god, had you already slept with him?

“I got a couple of pretty strange texts from him over the weekend.”

“What kind of texts?” Barbra asked, letting Melissa catch a break.

“Well, he asked me if I was seeing anyone and what my favourite foods were.”

“Are you?” The question slipped past Melissa’s lips before she realised the words had left her mouth.

“Am I what?” You looked at her, confusion etched on your face.

Melissa cleared her throat and shifted on her feet a little, too late to back down now. “Seeing someone?”

You let out a laugh that was music to Melissa’s ears “No. Not at the moment.” If you gave Melisa a look at that moment, that was nobody’s concern.

The relief that washed over Melissa was evident until she realised what that meant. “Well, are you interested in him?”

“No. I’m giving men a miss after my ex. Maybe it’s time to go back to women for a bit.”

Melissa’s face lit up, her hopes raised as she realised she had a chance. Her eyes darkened as she imagined the endless possibilities, most of which involved you on various pieces of furniture screaming her name.

It seemed Melissa had been lost in her thoughts for a tad too long as Barbra subtly pinched her.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?”

Oops. The words were out before Melissa could stop them but from the surprised smile that continued to grow on your face, the question wasn’t unwelcome.

“And where would we go, Miss Schemmenti?”

“Hows about I make you something at my place? Crack open a bottle of wine?” Any previous nervousness vanished instantly as Melissa turned on the Schemmenti charm.

“Sounds perfect.” You smiled at her and Melissa’s grin got wider. Your phone went. “Shoot - I’m going to be late for work.” You looked frantically between Barbra and Melissa

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll give Melissa your number.” Barbra rubbed your upper arm before giving it a light squeeze as you rushed off.

“Text me the details!” You called out to Melissa.

Barbra would make sure to give Melissa your number at lunch, especially after she saw her do a little happy dance just before entering her classroom and Melissa would make sure to give Gregory a stern talking to.

#melissa x reader #melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x reader #abbott elementary

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