#a bit late (and a bit messy) but here we go! *w*

[zu-is-here]

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[catherinnn]

Hey can you do a fanfic where cheerleader reader tries to subtly ask Eddie out multiple times but he is clueless and never gets the hint. This goes on for a while until the hellfire club talks about how Eddie is missing out on Y/N, Eddie overhears and realises all the times reader has asked him out and how much of an idiot he's been. Reader confides in Chrissy feeling humiliated that she thought Eddie would like her, and decides to give up on Eddie. Then with the help of Chrissy and some Hellfire members, Eddie plans a romantic gesture for reader then finally asks her out.

Tenth Time's the Charm

a/n: Thank you for requesting love! Also, two fics in two days, I told you I was finally free. Don't doubt to write me more requests ♡

warnings: kind of insecure eddie, some swear words, and a bit suggestive at the end.

words: 2.3k. masterlist

You were coming out of cheer practice with your friends, running to finally have lunch. You catch a glimpse of Eddie at his table, bickering with his friends. You can't help but stare at his messy curls and his adorable brown eyes from afar.

"Go talk to him" Chrissy tells you when she notices your staring.

"What do you mean?" you play dumb.

"You have such a crush on him, I know you" she says.

"He hates cheerleaders too probably" i shake your head.

"Oh, that's just an act. He would die on the spot if you asked him out!" she chuckles.

"You think?" you doubt.

"Go! I'm telling you!" she says.

"Alright, fuck it" you walk up to his table. "Hi, Eddie"

"H- hey" he looks at you confused.

"Um, I was wondering... are you free this Friday?"

"Uh... why?" he frowns.

"Well, i was thinking maybe we can hang out?" you say nervously.

"Oh... you need me to sell at some party? Sorry, princess, I don't sell anymore" he figures that is what you need.

"W- what? I don't-"

"You see that guy over there? He's Kevin, you can ask him" He turns around going back to his food, ignoring you.

You look at his back confused.

"Oh there you are! Lets go have lunch!" Jess, another of your cheer friends grabs your arm and walks with you, starting to talk to you about her problem with her boyfriend.

"So? Did you ask him out?" Chrissy asks you once you sit down at your table.

"Yeah, but I don't think he understood" you say.

"What do you mean?" she asks.

"He thought I wanted to buy weed!" you explain. "He told me to talk to that guy Kevin, and I just stood there! That was so embarrassing!"

"That’s not embarrassing! Just try again" she tries.

The next time you try it's when you find him at the parking lot. He was still bickering with one of his younger friends.

"Eddie?" you call him again.

"Yeah?" he frowns as he sees you again.

"Listen, I didn't want to buy anything from you earlier. I meant... Uh, you know there's a new movie, 'Ferri Bueller's Day Off'? They say it's really good" you say smiling.

"Man, hurry! We're gonna be late for rehearsal!" Another of his friends says from the window of the car. Gary you think his name was, something with a G.

"Coming! Uh, sure. Thanks princess, I'll be sure to swing by the theater if I'm free" he says in a hurry and runs into his van to leave.

You are left standing there once again, feeling foolish. Did he really think you were just suggesting a movie for him to watch? He cannot be that oblivious. Maybe you weren't being clear enough?

They say third time's the charm, so once again, you stand before Eddie at his locker.

"Hi, Eddie" you say trying to ignore the anxiety.

"Hey, I saw that movie you recommended, really fun actually" he says.

"Oh I'm glad! Umm, you know, there's a new ice skating place that opened up here in town. Maybe you would like to come with me?" you make sure to pronounce every single of those words in the question excellently so there is no more confusion.

"Ice skating?" he thinks and you nod. "Uh, I'm not very good at that, i broke my arm once doing it"

"Oh, well, It's okay. We can-"

"But you know who loves ice skating? Chrissy, you should ask her, she'd love to go with you" he says.

"What?" you ask.

"Yeah, she gets competitive though, so don't try to beat her!" he chuckles.

"Huh" you simply say.

"Anyway, see you in class" he smiles and walks away.

You sigh, staring at his back once again. You have to take the hint: he's not confused, he clearly doesn't want to go out with you. You decide to leave him alone. It's nice of him to not reject you directly, at least.

Eddie was about to get in the drama room that next Friday, when he thinks he might have forgotten his dices. He stands at the door, looking through his bag.

"Did you hear what he did on Monday?" Eddie can hear Gareth's voice behind the door. "She asked him out to go ice skating and he told her to go with Chrissy instead, since he's bad at it"

"That’s it? And then he left?" Dustin asks surprised. "I can't believe him, he has a fucking cheerleader asking him out three times already! And he rejected her every single time!"

"He's an idiot with a big ego" Gareth says.

Eddie was standing there confused, but not for long since he can hear an angry voice calling him out.

"Munson!" Chrissy walks up to him, almost red-looking.

"W- what?"

"What is the matter with you?!" she asks.

"Chrissy, I can explain-"

"You better have a good explanation! My friend is an incredible girl and you'd be lucky to go out with her! Are you stupid?!"

"Listen! Listen! I didn't know she was asking me out!" he explains.

"What?" she looks at him as if he is in fact stupid.

"Ugh, I mean, you saw her! How would I ever think a girl like her was asking me out?! I thought she was just being friendly, which was odd enough on it's own! I know I'm an idiot-"

"You are... very much so, an insecure one" she nods.

"Does she hate me now?" he asks.

"No, she doesn't"

"Is there any way I can make this better? I would kill to go out with her!"

"Fine, I'll help you" she says.

You can hear the honk outside your house, meaning Chrissy was waiting at her car. She came to pick you up to then go have a nice dinner together, maybe even go by the ice skating place after all as well.

"Ready?" she asks.

"Yeah, let's go" you confirm.

While she drives, you notice she took another route to get to the place. You look around confused.

"I have to make a quick stop first to pick something up" she explains.

"Oh, sure"

After ten minutes she stops at Forest Hill Trailer Park, a.k.a. Eddie's place.

"Come with me" she says before getting out of the car.

"Chrissy what are we doing here?" you ask getting nervous all of the sudden.

"Just trust me" she says and knocks on a trailer door before opening the door herself.

When you get in, you can see a living room illuminated with various candles, popcorn and wine already set at a table in front of the couch, acopanated by some movie options waiting to be chosen.

"Chrissy, I think we're interrupting something" you say, looking around. When you turn to Chrissy, you don't see her anymore, but instead you see Eddie walking out of his room, with flowers.

"Hey" he smiles at you.

"H- hi" you say surprised.

"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry, first of all. I'm such an idiot" he starts, to then give you the flowers.

"These are beautiful" you smile at him.

"Listen, I would kill to go out with you, I swear. But I'm an oblivious idiot who thought you were just being friendly and sweet to me, recomending movies and inviting me to ice skate!" he chuckles.

"You cannot even begin to imagine what an asshole I felt when I realized you were trying to go out with me... but I mean, in my defense, in what world does the prettiest girl in this town wants to date the nerdy metalhead?" he continues.

"In this one, silly!" you chuckle too.

"What a beautiful world we live in" he jokes. "Princess, would you please go out with me?"

"I don't know, maybe Mike is abailable! you should check with him!" you tease him.

"Fair enough" he laughs.

"Yes, i will... you idiot" you walk closer to him with a grin.

"Thank God!" he grins too, wrapping his arms around your waist when you're close enough. "I picked out a few movies, Ferri Bueller's too! Maybe we can finally watch it together after all"

When you see that beautiful smile of his, so close to him as well, you just go for it, and finally kiss him.

You grab his face with your free hand, standing on your tippy toes and locking your lips with his plushy ones. He instantly wraps his arms tigher, bringing you even closer, smirking into the kiss.

"Maybe we won't pay much attention to the movie" you tease.

"It's alright, I already watched it" he says quickly before kissing you again.

[etherealrin]

♡⸝⸝ definitely not a high school boy in love!

highschool!rin has something to tell you…

warnings: none // wc: 1.3k

note: not really proofread and kinda crack, bit of ooc rin, au w no blue lock and sae doesn't go to spain, reader is a girl

you can’t seem to find your best friend of twelve years, itoshi rin, for the life of you. some may question how a bubbly and outgoing person such as you came about to being so close with the likes of him—who was cold, rude, and generally terrifying.

you guess it was just because you had known each other for so long, since you were childhood friends. so why was it that rin seemed to be dodging you lately?

“i can’t believe this guy…” you mutter under your breath as class ends. he was skipping your one shared class, chemistry, too? the audacity is crazy.

“hey y/n, is rin sick or something?” isagi asks you, walking towards your desk as the bell rings, signaling the end of another day.

“i don’t know, he’s never done anything like this before,” you sigh. you think back to when you first met the itoshi brothers. you had taken a liking to the younger one almost immediately (albeit you were scared of sae). isagi’s brow is furrowed. “well, if you do manage to find him, tell him we need him at his best for nationals on friday,” he says, exiting the classroom.

nationals? it was so unlike itoshi rin to be missing soccer practices. you begin to wonder if he had been kidnapped, murdered, run over, or worse. you decide that there was only one way to solve the mystery. you had to break into the itoshi household.

okay, so maybe it wasn’t really breaking into the his home if you had knocked on the door and been let in by sae, but at least you could catch rin off guard.

“could you please not tell your brother that i’m here?” you beg sae. sae looks at you, humored. he cocks a brow, fighting a laugh, as if there was some inside joke you weren’t aware of.

“sure?” he offers, snickering. “i mean he’s been locked inside his room the whole day anyway, doubt he’s aware of anything happening right now.”

the itoshi rin confining himself in his room? so he was alive and well, yet why the hell was he not at school? it doesn't ease your nerves that sae was behaving strangely either. disregarding that, you try your best to tiptoe up the stairs, as to not alert rin’s sharp senses. sae snorts at this but remains silent.

as you traverse through the itoshi’s hallway, you pass by bronze framed photos from the past. you and rin, age six, playing with bubbles while sae sat perched on a slide slightly above you in the playground. rin as a newborn (adorable and peacefully asleep). sae and rin holding up a gleaming golden trophy together, their elementary school soccer team flanking each side with an awe-struck look on their faces. you pause in front of rin’s door. not a sound nor a soul could be heard from the other side, as far as you could tell.

except—was that the scratch of a pencil and the crumpling of a paper? just what witchcraft was rin doing in there?

you unceremoniously creak rin’s bedroom door open, just a crack. it’s enough for you to notice the piles and piles of rejected scraps of notebook paper littering the space, each in his slightly messy scrawl, which was indecipherable at the moment given most had been crossed out. papers lined his floor, bed, and even surrounded the desk he was currently hunched over, where he was squinting at yet another piece of paper. you’d never seen rin or his room in such a state before. what evil spirit had possesed him? rin was never one to take his homework this seriously, so it must be something else entirely, you conclude.

rin glowers at his door, not bothering to look up from his work. “sae i said i don’t need your lukewarm little writing advice!” he groaned.

“didn’t know i was your brother now,” you joked, inviting yourself into his quarters. it had been a few months since you’d been inside his room, but it appeared the same. it was still decorated with a heap of medals for rin’s soccer endeavors, the occasional school assignment, the white sheets of his bed made pristinely, and soccer cleats lying in a corner by his backpack. surprisingly, a grainy polaroid you two had taken together at a friend’s party (which he had only attended because you begged him) was plastered to his wall as well. the only major change were the discarded piles of crumpled paper.

“i- wh- y/n?” rin stutters; clearly, you were the last person he expected or wanted to see in his house at the moment. “get out, please,” he huffs, sounding embarrased. “i can’t believe sae let you in, i had extremely specific instructions!”

“you instructed sae to not let me into your house?” you ask, bewilderment in your tone. “and you’re avoiding me at school? why? i haven’t done anythi-"

you're suddenly unable to form words as you finally read the contents of one extremely wrinkled paper. it was…a letter?

dear y/n,

i know i act like i hate everyone and call them all “tepid npcs,” and while that might be true, i don’t think you’re one…

the rest was angrily scratched out. another letter read:

y/n,

you make me feel really weird. like i want to throw up around you, but somehow i like it. i want to be near you at all times.

i really like y-

the remainder of the note appeared to be torn off. a loud sigh brings your attention back to rin, who currently refuses to look at you.

“rin, what’s the meaning of this?” you’re practically begging for an explanation.

“are you illiterate?” rin grumbles. “do i really need to spell it out for you? i thought you were smart!”

“hey! it’s not my fault that what i’m reading doesn’t exactly match your character,” you shoot back. but you can’t control the blush that’s managed to creep onto your cheeks, or how your heart was pounding inside your ribcage right now.

“y/n, you actually drive me crazy. do you know how nervous you make me? not even an ounce of awareness of how distracting you are to me? hell, i can’t stop staring at you in class! i woke up today and i couldn’t take it anymore, seeing you would be too much and i..." he sighs for the umpteenth time. “i had to tell you how i felt, so i guess this is it,” he admits quietly after his outburst. “take it how you want.”

“rin.” you start. he won’t meet your eyes, slightly pouting and evidently bracing himself for the worst. “itoshi rin, look at me,” you plead. pained azure eyes meet yours. “i’ve liked you since we were four.”

“huh? why didn’t you ever tell me? i went through all this pain for what!” he seethes, evidently distraught.

“because i didn’t think you’d ever like me back! you reject all the girls every valentines day, and at one point i wasn't sure if you even liked girls!”

the dark haired boy stares at you, eyes boring into your soul.

“oh i’ll prove to you that i do like girls,” he declares as he stands up, pulling you to him by the waist.

you two are too close now, you can hear his slightly erratic breathing and your own. you're suddenly hyperware of the boundary he was crossing, the invisible line drawn between friend and something more. his spidery lashes flutter shut as he closes the distance between your lips, and you feel your own close as well.

the kiss is long and full of everything. all of the unsaid words, the tension between years, you felt it all in that one moment with itoshi rin. you savor every detail, vowing to commit each inch of his mouth to memory.

when rin finally pulls away from you, you’re both breathless and grateful for the air.

“itoshi rin, never ever pull a stunt like this again,” you start, wagging a finger at him. “i seriously thought you had died or something!”

“i’ll make it up to you pretty,” rin whispers, never taking his eyes off you. “can i take you out?”

you’re aware of the stupid, lovesick grin stuck to your face at the moment as you nod. “yeah.”

somewhere on the first floor, itoshi sae chuckles, having heard it all—his high school brother’s confession to his first and only love.

[neuvistar]

I'm IN LOVE with your jingren x reader post like my toes be curling while my heart be fluttering GOSH.

Can I request blade doing the unspeakable with us then getting caught by Jing Yuan but Jing decided he just wanted to watch blade fucking our minds out 🤭🤭🤭

WITNESS IT ALL!

— featuring ┊blade x f!reader x jing yuan

— warnings / content warnings ┊not proofread, kinda sloppy n messy, male masturbation (jing yuan), dirty talk, slight degradation, blade jus being a lil jerk, uhmm. slight choking? blade referred to as “ren” here, use of nicknames, bladie being rough w u i think, overall suggestive content | 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

— a/n ┊MM IM SO SORRY 4 THE LATE UPLOAD ANON! 😭😭 but YES YES i can imagine jing yuan keepin it low at first as he watches blade fuck ur brains out, hand stroking his cock while he watches ! this has been decaying in my drafts 4 so long i’m so sorry sweetheart i got back from a mini break >:>

“r-ren! s’ messy.. you already came too much already..!” you whined, pouting as your fingers desperately tugged at his hair, a groan erupting from his throat as he bit down on your shoulder to suppress his grunts, breathing heavily against your skin as he bit you hard enough to make your body jump. two. that was two, two orgasms. he came inside you the second time, biting his bottom lip at how tight you squeezed around his twitching cock.

“i thought i heard you say that you wanted to make it a third time, precious.” was all he whispered against you before shoving himself up deeper and deeper with each thrust, trapping his cum inside your drenched cunt as his fingers tightened around on your throat, watching as your expression switched to one with need. saliva spilled from the side of your mouth, eyes widened with surprise and lust as you whimpered at how rough he was with you, legs spasming around his waist. your boyfriend lightly choked you out, not wanting to go too overboard as his hand clasped around your mouth, watching your lewd expressions with a smirk. he knew he was stretching you over your limits, stretching out your poor pussy as well in the process. blade was hungry for you, pinning your wrists down over your head as his fingers intertwined with yours, licking his lips at how full you must’ve been, stuffing you with his cum as his cock bullied itself inside your hole with your eyes rolling to the back of your head, arching your back at how good it felt.

“that’s it, princess. you like it when i hit that sweetspot of yours? you like it when i use your body in such lewd ways like this, hm? you’re such a fucking whore, aren’t you.. but I'm not complaining now am i, my pretty girl?” he muttered lowly in your ear, biting down on your earlobe gently as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, pouring his tongue inside your mouth.

blade’s eyes widened in pleasure, eyes nearly rolling into his head as he found a new angle, frustratingly thrusting faster into your stuffed cunny. “i’m gonna cum a third time if you keep tightening around me so fucking nicely, pretty. fuck.. you love getting used as nothing but a fucktoy, hm? poor girl you are..” he caressed your cheek, planting a small kiss on your nose as she chuckled at how exhausted you were, sweat dripping all over your body. “you can't do anything but sit here and get fucked absolutely fucking raw, but you like that do you? i bet you fucking do.”

“ren.. ren! p-please..” you wrapped your arms around his neck, breathing against his neck as he hooked his arm under your knee, pushing it against your chest as he grunted at how tightly you were pulsing around him now, you were close. “c-can’t..”

“you can take it, stop whining pretty. quit lying to yourself, you know how much you love this as much as i do. fuckin’ slut for my cock you are..” his hips rolled against yours, a more rougher and quickened pace as he brought his voice down to a whisper, mumbling a few things in your ear. “think about it like this, angel. how embarrassing would it be if we both got caught, hm? how embarrassing would it be to have someone see me fucking you like this. how fucking embarrassing it would be if it was none other than the general himself, hm?”

unknowing to both of you, it seems blade already predicted that exact scenario. jing yuan stood outside of the room you both were in, pants slightly tugged down as his cock was relying on his fingers.. jerking off at the sight of blade fucking you roughly. the general knew it was wrong to stay here and just get off to this, but he couldn’t stop himself no matter how hard he tried to. jing yuan bit his lip, hissing at the discomfort of his erected cock.. he threw his head back at the thought of him fucking you dumb, he could do so much better than that criminal, he thought. no! she shouldn’t be thinking of that.. he shouldn’t! but.. he couldn’t stop. the white haired male glanced over his shoulder, stroking his cock at the same rhythm blade thrusted into you. the general couldn’t help but smile at how fucked out you were, looking over the door frame seeing just how lewd you looked right now.. the sounds you made, the faces he tried to take in of you almost came straight from a pornagraphic video.

a low chuckle left blade’s lips as he watched you squirming in his touch with your mouth slightly hung open as you tightened your grip around his neck.. never putting a stop to his sharp thrusts. “cmon be shy, precious. let me hear you..." blade’s cock twitched again, breath hitching. “cum for me, cmon pretty girl.. don't be scared.” jing yuan stroke his cock faster, he was getting close as well, his breath grew heavier and heavier by the second.

the bed creaked underneath, orgasm building up quickly inside of both you and blade and before you know it.. you were already tearing up. “r-ren!” a choked whimper was forced out of you, calling out blade’s name as he spilled his load inside of you again, your stomach bloating at how full he filled you up, legs shaking from your climax as jing yuan eyed you down from the outside, biting his lip at the sight of your cunt completely filled with blade’s cum, watching at how smoothly cum dripped from your hole once blade finally pulled out. unlucky for the general, the white haired male reached his high as well, releasing on the floor as he cursed at himself for making such a huge mess on the ground. your face scrunched at how your folds were coated with stickiness and white from your boyfriend.. staining the sheets. you gasped as blade plunged his fingers in your hole, breath hitching as he swiftly inserted his dripping cum back inside your hole.

blade then paused for a moment, a smirk crept up his pretty face as he glanced over his shoulder, eyeing the door frame. jing yuan’s heart skipped a beat.. almost seen by the other male as he sighed in relief. suddenly blade opened his mouth to speak, his voice dark yet so calm.

“mm.. it seems someone was there to witness it all as well, princess. i think he seemed to have enjoyed the little show we put up.”

shit. maybe he was seen after all.

[nmakii]

TILL I RUN DRY!

— alastor x hypersexual ace!reader

— warning: gn!reader (i wrote with fem in mind) sex, hyper-sexuality, intrusive thoughts, abuse, sexualization, body dysmorphia, implied ed (anorexia), self-harm

unapologetically me x alastor bc were married! and um we like to hold hands sooo like deal w it 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️ kinda messy hc list too. sfter writing the tw list im worried for myself sheeshhh

he honestly at first did not quite like you. his only experience with hypersexuality has been with angel dust. and, that has been uncomfortable to say the least.

though he starts seeing that behind that mask, you’re hiding something. as a man who hides his intentions most of the time, he can tell you’re covering some part of yourself up. and when you finally let down that mask of yours, whether by accident or on purpose, alastor finds it confusing.

alastor’s original understanding of hypersexuality had been that they were nymphomaniacs who always desired sex. he was confused with your identity, “hypersexual asexual”. it was an oxymoron!

but, now that he’s developed a bond with you, he’s starting understand that there was… some difference between drive and attraction. the line is still a bit faint to him.

now that alastor has gotten to know you better, he starts to see that both of you are fairly similar, at least when it comes to the lack of sexual attraction. and now that he knows you act this way for a reason, he doesn’t shame you like he does with angel dust. (not that angel isn’t valid, alastor just doesn’t wish to talk to him) and after learning that these sexual remarks of your’s are compulsive, he tries to tolerate them to the best of his abilities.

whenever you have these hypersexual episodes and start to cope, alastor doesn’t prefer to ‘help’ you. he’ll leave you to your own devices until it’s over. but, he’s perfectly fine cleaning you up. whether it be setting up a bath, or bandaging a scar. he doesn’t intend on stopping you since… he doesn’t exactly know how to. all that he does know is how to comfort you after they happen.

he’d feel sympathetic if you started feeling disgusted with yourself after an episode. he generally also feels sympathetic for you if the trauma that had wired your mind like this had been inflicted by older men, or someone you thought was your friend.

sometimes, when it’s late into the day, alastor’ll catch you bedrotting because you feel disgusted with yourself. he doesn’t say anything though, because if he did, it’d be a lie. if you noticed it and got upset, alastor would probably say something along the lines of “yes, i won’t deny that you’re a bit… twisted in the head, dear. but, i’ll still be here for you. you’re quite dear to me, i wouldn’t just leave you!”

he’s often confused when you wear revealing clothing and try to sexualize yourself whilst not even wanting to have sex. and, when you say that you’re trying to prove to yourself that you’re pretty enough to sexualize, he’s speechless to say the least. he’s never met someone like you before, nor does he tend to even try to help.

there are times alastor finds you staring in the mirror and observing your body. he can tell in your eyes that you’re judging your figure on how appealing it is, and that you’re thinking of how to make yourself look ‘better’. and to distract your thoughts, he hugs you from behind, and puts all the attention on him. he’d say something like “what ever are you doing, sweetheart? i can’t deny how gorgeous you are, but you’ll go crosseyed if you keep staring like that!”

and knowing you, judging your figure would probably lead to something like starving yourself. so, he observes how much you eat, and tries to encourage you to eat more.

alastor would still get incredibly uncomfortable if you started forcing yourself onto him and trying to seduce him. he doesn’t want to do that, but he wouldn’t want to hurt your fragile state either. when he denies you, he can see that you get upset. so, he explains that he wouldn’t want to take advantage of you like other unruly men have before, and that it doesn’t have anything to do with how attractive you are.

he’d also get a bit irritated during these dramatic moments of yours where you push everyone away. you start to get much more depressed during these moments, and he can’t help wondering about your well-being. it doesn’t matter if you’re pushing him away, he’s still lurking somewhere in the shadows to make sure you’re safe.

if you ever got close enough to alastor to confess the darker parts of your hypersexuality, like a need to be abused to feel loved, he’d feel sick to his stomach. why on earth would you want such a thing? to feel as if you’re attractive? he’d let you confess these thoughts to him, you’re trusting him with a dark part of yourself after all. but, if you were to seek it out in real life, he’d absolutely stop you. he’d never realistically allow you to get hurt while he’s still with you.

he finds it you to be a very unfortunate individual. he still tries to be there for you when he can, even if it made him mildly uncomfortable.

[moe-broey]

HELP.......

Moe voice the goddesses are doing some crusty little white dog shit to me.

Also when I make shitposty jokes like that I LOVE taking them Way Too Seriously. Like. Yeah that's funny, but what does it Mean actually, for Freyja to say all that to Moe? Is she propping herself up, rubbing salt in the wounds of someone who could not achieve "goodness" as presented to it, by explicitly stating she was raised as a lotus flower, already a pure and divine being from the start? Who, as you can plainly see, manages to embody that purity and divinity to this day, whereas Moe has failed to? By saying she smells nice like vanilla all the time, does that imply that Moe could stand to have better hygiene habits, or at least is self-conscious of the times it gets forgetful and/or neglectful in that regard? Or at very least is just extremely self-conscious that it sweats a lot when nervous (which is nearly all the damn time)? And when Freyja leaves the beetle for dead in such a specific way, is Moe thinking of and empathizing with the protagonist of Franz Kafka's The Metamorphosis?

[nelle-y]

Revived flames pt. 2

Synopsis: Time for a date with Wriothesley! But paparazzi and journalists have been making it difficult to enjoy

C/W: Wriothesley x gn!reader, angst-fluff-angst-no comfort, fiance!Wriothesley, not proofread, irl book mentions (The Song of Achilles), soft smut (making out)

Note: Wriothesley was assigned Duke of the Fortress of Meropide like two years before this time

Part 1 here

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What is to come of Wriothesley’s visit?

You expected late nights and early mornings, his cold touch against the warm sun, laughter and inside jokes to be shared.

But what actually happened?

You tolerated a roaring silence when you got home from the aquabus ride, watching the leaves dance from your window as the tea sat in front of you grew cold. Has the drink foretold your future with this man? Somehow you could almost cry from disappointment. So much for making up for lost time. You and your fiancé spent an hour like that, aimlessly seaching for conversation that could lead to the late nights you yearned.

You asked, “For how long will you be staying?”

He leaned back on his seat. “Just until tomorrow. You know the fortress always has trouble going on.”

For the first time in your lives you felt a wall between you, an awkwardness. You’re unsure if it’s the sudden change of environment he was uncomfortable with.

“Who is in charge there while you’re away?”

“Chief of the Marechaussee Hunter along with Clorinde. She knows how things go around the fortress, so I trust it’s in good hands. Have you been up to anything lately?” He takes a long sip of his tea, noticing how your eyes lit up when he asked you.

“I picked up a few books from the library recently. One is called ‘The Song of Achilles’, and archons, it is devastating!”

You ramble on about the plot of your recent read, your fiancé listening intently. Wriothesley sat there, cheeks reaching his ears. The way you explained it was messy, a lot of ‘and thens’ and unclear details, but he didn’t dare to interrupt that charming face.

“Oh, but I don’t want to spoil you,” you paused.

“No, continue. I’m sure I won’t have time to read once I get back to the fortress.” Both your teas have been finished at this point. “So what happens after they save Briseis?”

All Wriothesley could focus on was the light blush on your cheeks, how you graze your tongue on your lips, how you bite them when you discuss some spicy scenes. Archons, you are so breathtaking. Urges make him want to take you to the bedroom. But it’s too soon for that, he fears.

You couldn’t be happier with him right now. At last, it felt like how it should be, easy and fun, warm and comfortable. Hours pass and you’ve talked about books you plan to read, and gifts to buy Sigewinne. “Hey,” you started. “What about that dinner you promised me?”

“Oh shoot!” Wriothesley checked the time on your grandfather clock—6:30 p.m., “We should start getting ready, shouldn’t we?”

After you got ready, he was sitting in the living room wearing a gray tuxedo shirt, a deep red vest that shaped his torso well (yummy), and trousers that gave out that gyatt. His hair was parted to the side, a few strands flowing down his face. He looked at you like you were divine, a beauty no one could believe was possible. “Gorgeous, you are,” he muttered as he pulled you close, lips connecting with a spark.

Revived flames led you astray, feeling his breath on your neck, the bed as he pinned you down. He kissed your lips, the corners of your mouth, your cheeks, the edges of your jaw, and back to your lips. He made sure to give attention to the special place on your collarbone that made you groan under him.

“Wriothesley,” you breathed, to which he groaned back. “Wriothesley!” Your hands held his face—his soft, awe-struck face—in place. You were both panting against each other. “We can continue this when we get back from dinner. I’m getting a bit hungry.” Right on cue, your stomach lightly grumbled.

You laughed together, warmth embracing the cold air of your room. “Let us go, then, my love,” he said. You stood up and fixed your loose clothes, unable to recall when they were taken off. Wriothesley buckled his vest on and led you to the door.

Contrary to your last ride, this one was sweet. Hands were intertwined between you, like two children exploring new love. No one was there with you, only Elphane, and she stayed quiet as she observed you from time to time. The sea grew dark with the velvet sky, lending it to the stars to shine. Constellations slowly made their way into view, and you marveled at them. Wriothesley admired them as well, in your eyes, a soft smile creeping its way to his face. The warmth you longed for had returned to grace your shoulders in the form of the Duke, spreading to your back and arms as he covered you with his coat.

The aquabus had docked with a gentle sway, and Wriothesley helped you step onto the pier, his hand firm yet soft against yours. The restaurant he had chosen was tucked into the side of a hill, its warm lights spilling out onto the cobblestone path. Inside, candles flickered on every table, casting golden glows against the polished wood and silver accents. The two other guests in there suggested that this place wasn’t that popular—or too fancy to be affordable.

The maître d’ greeted Wriothesley by title, “Allow me to escort you to your seats, Your Grace,” bowing slightly before leading you to a secluded corner table by the window. Outside, the ocean sparkled under the moonlight, and for a moment, it felt as if the world had shrunk to just the two of you.

As the waiter poured your wine, Wriothesley leaned in, his blue-gray eyes softening as they met yours. “I hope this serves well as your birthday gift,” he said, his voice low.

“Just you and me?” You teased, hand brushing against his. “I’ll drink to that.”

He smiled, lifting his glass. “To us.”

“Oh, and the other couple there.” You shared a laugh as you drank from your glasses.

You talked endlessly through the first course, laughing over shared memories and exchanging stories about your lives apart. Wriothesley told you about the chaos in the fortress—the endless paperwork, the training sessions, and Sigewinne’s insistence on enforcing his tea breaks. You recounted your days in the city, the new hobbies you picked up, and the little adventures you had in his absence. For the first time in weeks, everything felt light, easy, and perfect.

But as dessert arrived, a flicker of movement outside the window caught your eye. Then another. You glaced toward the glass and saw shadows—figures moving closer, the unmistakable glint of cameras catching the candlelight.

“Wrio…” you whispered, nodding toward the window.

He followed your gaze, his expression hardening. His posture shifted subtly, one hand curling protectively around yours. “Stay calm” he murmured. “They’ll get bored if we don’t react.”

But the paparazzi didn’t seem interested in waiting. A flash of light filled the room, followed by another. The restaurant’s peaceful ambiance shattered as the first photographer stepped inside, camera poised. Then another. And another.

“Duke Wriothesley! Over here!”

“Who’s the lucky one tonight?”

“Are there wedding bells in the future?”

“Smile for us, darling!”

The questions came fast and relentless, their voices sharp and invasive. You felt exposed, vulnerable, like a circus animal on display. The other guests began whispering, stealing glances at your table. You could feel their curiosity prickling your skin like needles. You shrank back in your seat, instinctively gripping Wriothesley’s hand tighter. He flagged down the maître d’, who called for security, but the damage was already done. The ambiance of the evening was shattered. You could barely taste your meal anymore, your appetite replaced with a knot of unease.

He squeezed your hand gently. “Let’s get out of here.”

—

The ride home was quiet, the earlier warmth replaced by a heavier, unspoken weight compared to when he arrived. You stared out at the darkened sea, the stars blurred by the movement of the aquabus.

“I’m sorry all of that happened. It wasn’t my intention to make you go through that.” he said, voice filled with guilt.

“It’s not your fault,” you replied. He couldn’t tune out the sadness in your voice. Wriothesley held your hand, but it didn’t feel the same.

Your thoughts spiraled. Was this what life with him would always be like? Every moment under scrutiny, every outing a spectacle? The idea of always being on guard, of never enjoying something as simple as a dinner together without the world watching, was suffocating.

You glanced at Wriothesley. He looked weary, brows furrowed in thought. This wasn’t easy for him either, you knew that. But could love alone be enough to withstand this constant pressure?

—

The conversation happened the next morning. He was getting ready to return to the fortress, pulling on his coat as you stood in the doorway of your bedroom, clutching a blanket around your shoulders.

“Wriothesley,” you started, his name trembling with your voice. He turned to you, expression softening when he saw tears welling in your eyes.

“Hey,” he said gently. “What’s wrong?”

You hesitated, searching for the right words. “I don’t think I can do this.”

“What do you mean?” His voice was measured, but you could hear the faint tremor beneath it—a crack in the foundation of his composure.

“I mean…” you trailed off after a shaky breath, pulling your blanket closer to sheild you from the weight of the conversation. “The constant pressure, the cameras, the questions—it’s… suffocating.”

His face fell, the weight of your words sinking in. “You’re serious,” he said quietly, and he was met with silence. For a long moment, neither of you spoke. Then he reached out, cupping your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away your tears. “I love you,” he said. “Don’t ever doubt that.”

“I love you too,” you replied, your voice trembling.

He kissed your forehead, lingering there as if trying to memorize the feel of you. Then he stepped back, his eyes red but dry. “Take care of yourself,” he said, his voice hoarse.

And then he was gone.

—

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. It’s been 1 year and 3 months since you’ve seen Wriothesley. And though the ache in your chest remained, you found solace in the quiet life you had reclaimed. Wriothesley had thrown himself into his work, the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide once again untouchable and alone. You hoped he was okay. You hoped you both would be.

But sometimes, late at night, you’d think of the stars reflected in the sea and wonder if he ever thought of you too.

-the end.-

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Thoughts on latest HB ep "Ghostf**kers" (*now that I've regained a bit more energy post-Halloween weekend lol*):

So the newest ep of HB has came & went from what I've seen- aaaand naturally feels like the best time for me to finally ramble about it now that its settled in my brain some more .3. Thoughts (+Spoilers) below~ NOTE: Most of this -does- get a lil rant-y below sooo... read at your own risk lol .w.;;

First things out of the way to start things off on a good note, the Pros:

To start off with... FINALLY we got some Millie focus for a major episode plot (-or more specifically, focus that doesn't get revolved back to Moxxie somehow lol)😭👏👏. Even if Millie's spotlight here did have to be shared with Blitz for a good chunk of the ep, their friendship was actually genuinely sweet & compelling to watch (esp. their backstory & how Millie was allowed to stand up for herself, give him space, BUT also coming around to acknowledging the good in Blitz, when it all came down to it🥺👏). Which ngl, after these previous episodes reigning down HARD on this dude... idk, just felt refreshingly wholesome to see for this series, yknow?😊

New villain Rolando was pretty cool, and surprisingly spooky to watch as the second-half went on oml- .o.;; While I'm still a teensy bit confused how his powers/demon lore work (at least to what we already know about Hell limitations crossing to the human world, ex. succubi & their crystals), his underwater monster vibe gave some fun visuals to watch up until the climax. I'm not 100% familiar with John Waters' works, but damnnn he should take up voice-acting more often ngl~ 👀

FINALLY MAMA TILLA MAKES AN (on-screen) APPEARANCE 😭😭Her whole vibe & Blitz's clear love and regret over what happened to her... hhhhh my whole heart ;n; 💔

That pink client lady (Rita, I think her name is?) who assigned the hotel mission? I dig her vibe, its cute~ :3

I.M.P. feeling like a legitimate workplace family for once, with even Loona & Moxxie getting a nice lil moment towards the end?? More. Of this. Please. 👌👌

Even with the lil undertones of the Stol*itz drama from the past couple eps, I very much appreciate Blitz (+the show itself) acknowledging that what's been going is NOT a breakup ('cause... yknow, they never actually dated to begin with lol🤷‍♀️). It may not 100% fix how messy that particular narrative's been handled as of late (which I'll get to in a sec-), but eh... its a start in the right direction, I guess? .3.

Enjoyed all the colorful flashback looks given, never would I have thought I needed mercenary!Millie with a fluffy ponytail til nowww hlkjlk😩❤️

Aaaand as for the not-so-good bits (imo), aka the Cons:

Pacing felt kiiiinda all-over-the-place, I'll admit; like one min we've got a whole intro & a half to deal with Blitz's whining fest (+some other pointless banter at the hotel)... then the next it feels like we're breezing past Rolando's whole presence as the "big bad" villain. Which... idk, I guess I shouldn't be too harsh on given the production drama behind-the-scenes (aka: the leaked content that had to be cut & redone awhile back)... buuuut yeah, its just one of those things you can't help but take notice of, critique-wise lol 🤷‍♀️

The humor wasn't... exactly at its strong point here, mainly just a lil overdone in the sex joke department imo though I guess thats kind of "par-for-the-course" in the Hellaverse series nowadays, so lol

Now, idk if this may be an unpopular opinion or not; but was I the only one who felt like Blitz's month-long mope fest over Stolas was rather... OOC, all things considered? .-. Like, okay its one thing for Blitz to still be (understandably) upset over how the last two eps went down (but being the "boss" he is, continues working anyway to keep I.M.P. afloat, like in the latest HB shorts)... but for Blitz of all people to just randomly use ALL his company's funds on useless junk, force his daughter Loona to stay up all night/not go home, drive Moxxie in a panic from all the budgeting issues this past month was just... wut- 🤦‍♀️ ...Mind you, this is meant to be the SAME Blitz who not even a few episodes ago begged Stolas to not take away the Grimoire (aka the key to his + his employee's livelihood), clearly being willing to do anything to not lose all that he holds dear. You seriously expect me to believe he'd be the type to throw that all away (for a WHOLE month)... all to simply whine over some blue-blooded bird not noticing him? ...Yeaaaaah sorry, but I'm gonna have to call bs on that, chief- 🙄

Kiiiinda tying in the last point, but as much as I enjoyed the tense thills gained from the "Rolando enters Blitz' mind to make him see his own flaws/past mistakes" sequence... I do have a few issues with some of these other "flashbacks" added to the mix: 1) Loona's groin kick towards Blitz in "Seeing Stars" (*wasn't Blitz's fault since ALL he did was tell her to be nice to clients... and was right about to apologize to Loona just seconds before the kick 😒*) 2) Blitz pushing Stolas' hand away in "Ozzies" (*which Blitz only did after Stolas hide his face/didn't defend Blitz during the song*) 3) Stolas' hurt expression at the end van scene of "Ozzie's" (*mind you, taking place while Blitz is rightfully standing up for himself/telling off Stolas for being a privileged creep all of S1*) 4) Stolas trying to present the Asmodean Crystal gift in "Full Moon" (*a whoooole mess in of itself I already covered prior-*) 5) Stolas angrily walking away from their pool fight + trash-talking Blitz in the "Motherf**kers" song + drunkenly dumping his problems on him + making out with a whole other dude in front of Blitz (*again, a huge mess I covered prior but TL;DR... most of that WASN'T fully-Blitz's fault in those instances??😑*)

Like... I dunno man, I don't mean to sound like I'm just ragging on Stolas per-episode as of late... but these last few points just keep giving me mixed signals than any genuine idea as to WHY Blitz even has these "feelings" growing for Stolas, atm?🤨For any canon couple in fiction, I WANT to see reasons for why they work best together, what kind of interests/aspects they've got in-common, what special "spark" is there that helps them stand out above all the other dynamics in-canon... but from what I see so far on Blitz's end (& the narrative continuing to guilt on him being "the problem")... it honestly feels more like he's only now fallen for Stolas out of pity... not because of any genuine affection or attraction :/ Which... ngl, sounds like a really sad precedent to send for a main-endgame couple, regardless of series genre imo... 🤷‍♀️

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Soooo yeah, all that rant-y rambling aside... not a bad ep in the grand scheme of things! 👍👍Here's hoping the last few remaining eps (+possible shorts) for S2 keeps up the good work! 🙏

[i-am-a-l0st-gh0st]

When I'm not with you think of you always- Alhaitham X Gn!Reader flufftober

"Everything is alright just hold on tight, that's because I'm a god old fashioned lover boy"

T/w- fluff,

Summary - alhaitham can't get you out of his head, maybe you can help him?

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You had overtaken his thoughts, for months. He couldn't get you out of your head. Your laughter, your smile, your hugs. Alhaitham could hardly get any work done, which was very unusual. People did start to take note of this, whispering as he passed them in the hallways, the streets. He of course paid them no mind, his mind only focused on you. Oh how to get you out of his mind…

"Hey Haitham!"

It was none other then the person who plagued his thoughts. Before he could respond you ran and hugged him from behind, which made him turn slightly red. Thank archons he was able to keep his composure. He tried to turn around which he struggled with. Your Hugs were always quite tight and he struggled to get out, despite being strong himself. "Hello y/n"

"Whatcha doing." You took note of the people all staring. Archons was it really that bad to talk to alhaitham. You finally let him go, becoming slightly self conscious.

"Heading home. You?"

"Coming to find you." You flashed him a smile, oh how that made his heart race. Still he showed no sign of emotion. How hard was it to get him to smile, atleast a little?

"What seems to be the issue? If it's something regarding the academia, you'll have to come to my office tomorrow."

"No no, nothing like that. I just need to talk to you."

No one ever wanted to volunterily talk to him. Why would you? He pondered why you, one of the prettiest/handsomest people in Sumeru, would want to talk to him. Only you could answer that for him. "Hmm what about?"

"Oh um, maybe we move somewhere a bit more private." To the passing people it may have seemed like you were implying something, alhaitham also took the same approach to that.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh no no nothing like that Alhaitham."

He only nodded in exchange. You started to walk away, so he followed. Oh how people would talk after this, usually Alhaitham was by himself he seemed content that way. Soon you reached his house, the house wasn't clean but not messy either. Kaveh wasn't home either which made it easier to talk to him.

"So what is it?"

"Oh um, Archons I'm not quite sure how to say this." You added a little chuckle for good measure. Alhaitham was listening intently, but he seemed uninterested in a way. He had his usual stance, and his face was just unemotional. This made you a whole lot more nervous.

"Alhaitham, I.." You sighed, his answers either gonna be yes or no, it's fine Y/n. "I like you."

Alhaitham was taken aback, he had taken.a guess where this conversation was going, and he did guess here. He just wasn't sure how to respond. "You do?"

"I'm such an idiot, cause I know you won't like me back. Ah, I shouldn't have done this, I'm sorry for bothering you I'll leave."

"Wait."

So you stopped, the only normal thing to do. Why did he ask me to late? He is gonna yell at me? Ah, I'm such an idiot.

"Y/n you're not an idiot." That was his way of telling you he liked you.

"H-huh, b-but."

Then he hugged you. Not a half assed hug but a real one. Silence fell between you two. You buried your face in his chest, only because you were as pink as a peach. It didn't make it better when he kissed you on the head. And it got even worse when he kissed you, on the lips this time. His body was pressed against yours and your lips locking. Well until Kaveh came home

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Back again with another ask.....don't mind meeee

For your Survive!Mine AU....how do you think the Daigo and Mine reunion would go?

OOO . okay i've been thinking abt this A LOT (its... honestly what i've been pondering the most w/ regards to Survive AU as of late) so I'll put my thoughts under the cut here.

Light IW Finale Spoilers ahead!

SO. We don't know exactly what happened to the 3jimas after being left on that roof which leaves ... a few questions to say the least ASHGJKEWT . I need to figure out how to get them to actually meet (seeing as Daigo's somewhere in the middle of nowhere up north while Mine's in Yokohama) and if I don't know where Daigo went after the finale fight its... kinda hard to do that. My assumption thus far has been that he went back to the fishing village eventually (most likely not to stay this time, but it's not like he moved out of there for the finale fight. He's probably got belongings to pack up and all that if he wants to leave for good.)

ANYWAY all that to say that I'm still working on figuring out the actual logistics of how their reunion happens. Part of me feels it's best for Mine to be the one to reach out? He's been running from the situation the whole time so I feel that the next step he'd need to make if he wants to improve himself would be reaching out lol. (+ Its not like Daigo's gonna search for a guy he thinks has been dead for over a decade all of a sudden. and them meeting on accident is... it can be funny! but it doesn't hit the same.....)

What I do know though is that the reunion itself probably doesn't go? great? initially? Considering its been ~15 years (if we're calculating based off 2024) there's bound to be some tension. Plus I don't think Mine is being super clear about the whole situation initially (I think it takes him a while to bring up the whole coma thing) which only serves to add fuel to the fire. Like idk if some guy who jumped off a roof in front of you sending your life into a downward spiral showed up alive after 15 years and acted like nothing happened & like things should just return to 'normal' (how they were 15 years ago) i think you'd be a little annoyed ASDJHKGHKEWT . On top of that uhh idk if Daigo's been doing all that well mentally... All that just kinda combines for a very messy reunion imo. I'd say they need to fight it out on a roof or something but uh..... maybe not GJHKDSJKG

I do believe it works out eventually though! If only because i need a bit of comfort after all that hurt. It just uh. takes a hot minute to unpack everything that went down between them & work through it all. Petition to get these guys couples therapy. (...therapy in general, actually)

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coming through for the vash prompt! immediately thought of vash w/ num 20 ❤️

Blossoming Romance Prompts

20. clumsy attempts at flirting

this reminds me of something I’ve been wanting to write for ages now 👀👀 (I know it’s supposed to be “blossoming romance” but... hear me out... established relationship...)

(Vash the Stampede x Reader, rated G, 739 words)

“So,” comes a voice from just behind you; a voice belonging to the tall man coming to lean against the bar beside you as you raise an eyebrow. “Come here often?”

You bite back a laugh. Of all the lame pickup lines…

Turning to him with a slight smile, you take in his messy hair, the way his grin shows off a peek of sharp canines, the way his bright blue eyes scrunch up with his smile, and you fight down a blush that threatens to rise in your cheeks. He really is the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen.

“Actually, I just got into town,” you tell him, pretending not to pay him much attention as you sip your drink.

“What a coincidence,” he says, and the sound of his voice sends your heart fluttering. “I did too.” Now he pretends to examine his nails, lowering his voice to a languid drawl: “I’m a bit of a drifter.”

Your lips twitch upward. “Oh,” you say, “a drifter. Must be a hard life.”

“Oh, it is.” His eyes dart upward to meet yours, smile turning sly. “Don’t get a lot of comfort, out in the wasteland.”

Despite everything, your heart pounds at the look on his face. You ignore it and hum a noncommittal tone. “Handsome guy like you, I doubt comfort’s in short supply.”

“Maybe not the kind I’m looking for.” 

“What are you looking for?”

He grins like sunshine. “Why don’t you join me on the dance floor and I’ll show you?”

You can’t help the laugh that bubbles up from your chest. “Alright, cowboy, lead the way.”

His smile gets even wider as you tip back the rest of your drink, leaving your glass on the counter in favor of taking his hand. He helps you down from the stool, his gaze heavy as he tracks your full figure—down and back up, slow and purposeful—and now you can’t stop the warmth from rising in your face, coloring the tips of your ears.

You don’t miss the happy sigh he lets out as he leads you to the cleared area of the bar where a few couples sway to the sound of the radio, and you don’t miss the look in his eyes as he pulls you closer, lifts your hand to brush a kiss across your knuckles, meets your gaze from beneath long lashes. 

“Charmer,” you accuse with a smile.

“Guilty as charged,” he returns. Then, his prosthetic hand rests on your waist, and he’s turning with you, sweeping you into his embrace, chest to chest as he grins down at you. His voice is so soft now, so quiet as he says, “this is the kind of comfort I want.”

You know your emotions are plain on your face: an adoration you can’t even pretend to hold back… but the same is in his eyes, too. Still, you can’t help the way your lashes flutter as you pitch your voice low; “you sure it’s all you want?”

This time, it’s his turn to blush—and red is such a lovely color on him. He recovers quickly, though, his grin going dopey. “Why, pretty stranger, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were offering something.”

You sway with him, warmth tingling from your head to your toes. “And what if I am?”

“Then I’d say I’m interested.”

A thrill of anticipation runs through you. “Wha’d’ya say we get out of here?”

“I say yes,” he answers quickly, resolutely, and you giggle. 

He’s clearly excited, buoyed as he practically drags you across the bar, single-minded in his purpose. You shiver as you step out into the cool night air with him, but he only smiles back at you, wraps his arm around your waist, leans in to brush his lips against the shell of your ear.

“I love you,” he sighs happily.

“Vaaash,” you laugh, playfully pushing him away. “We’ve only just met!”

“Ah, ah, ah—” he grins back, “I never told you my name!”

You pout. “I can’t know the name of the handsome stranger who’s taking me back to his room?”

“Maybe I’ll tell you later,” he teases with a wink. 

“Alright,” you relent, unable to keep the smile off your face for long. 

He clears his throat as he gets back into character, puffing out his chest and deepening his voice. “So,” he says. “Is it hot in here or is it just you?”

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Lose a Bet [18+ Imagination with Stray Kids]

Included: friend!Changbin, the gym, the sofa and stubborn characters

Sypnosis: You went to the gym to visit Changbin but it went wrong.

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(This is a smut so minors do not interact.)

At the Gym. With Changbinnie.

"Ufff," you groaned at the bench press.

You had an argument with Changbin that you can make 10 times through the bench but he denies that you were good enough for it. At first he was exercising at the gym alone and was not even inviting you to his hobby. You fought back like a 'me too movement' because you thought just a little of sport that you could do it like him. It went a little bit down.

"I think I won the bet, Y/N," Changbin suggested. He was behind you to help you with the sport equipment.

"T-two..." You stuttered. "No... w-waay! Agh!" You screamed. Your arms hurt and you let the barbell go. "You are cheating!"

He was surprised that you came to his gym that day and wasn't prepared for your confidence. He took only some weight away after you said that gym 'was made for you.'

"It is not even one a half time," he judged.

"I need water," you said and search the water bottle, grabbed it and choked it down.

"That's my water bottle..." Changbin spoke and sat on the area of the equipment. "So, Y/N... What do I get for winning the bet?"

"Hufff... I'll clean the house for you," you babbled and still drank from his bottle of water.

"I think so."

"Let's go to your home. I am tired."

He sighed but agreed to your idea. He picked up his towel and as well yours to throw it to you. Quickly he squeezed your arms 1-2 times to see whether if you have injuries. He just judged you of how it wasn't a good idea.

Later on Changbin drove you to his home. He agreed a lot that you clean for him. His house was an apartment for himself and he lived alone for a while now. It was rather clean and tidy than messy.

"Here's the mop and everything else," Changbin showed his cleaning equipments in the hallway.

You slam your tower on his shoulder. "I'm not your housewife!"

"I think you are not going to clean..." He criticized you again.

You blowed. "Pff! Of course I can clean."

You looked at the cleaning equipment. For you it seemed to be a difficult deal already. You picked a random cleaning liquid. "How do I start?"

"Wiping the dust off," he whispered to you while going very close to your ears. His lips almost touched the delicate part of your ear.

"Oh right... With which one?" You picked a random equipment and was about to start wiping but Changbin stole the thing away from you. You stared at his arm muscles. 'Woah so big...' you thought.

You touched a peek of his big muscular arm. Then he came very close to you. "This is not for wiping dust."

You sighed. "Then it does whatever! I am still sure that you cheated."

He raised his voice. "No, I am not."

You were about to pick up the equipment but Changbin took it away again. "Nah, give me something else."

You needed to hide yourself under his arms. "I-is something wrong?"

He suddenly touched your ass like as he wanted to slap it. "I've won a lot of bets already."

"Yeah, true. We should cancel the game," you suggested but quietly. Your hands were trying to get Changbin's naughty hand from you but it was already too late because he touched your bare back.

"I want to win something else! Your idea was bad."

"Okay, okay I believe you. My ideas were bad."

"I want sex."

"What?"

He laughed. "You can trust me." He hugged you once. "I was joking, idiot."

Then he lifted you to the couch and laid you there. "Make yourself comfortable."

"No sex?" You were confused.

"It is your decision, sexy."

You looked at yourself. Your sport attire was very thin and revealing. You hid your breast.

Changbin suddenly slipped and kissed you. Lips to lips.

"I'm sorry," he apologized.

You kissed him back accidentally. He was quiet after the incident. You two found a position to make out. Changbin's lips were soft and kissable so did his tongue. He lifted your sport shirt with his hand and your bare skin was exposed.

Changbin canceled the make out by coming out from the position. "You taste so good."

He climbed down your body and gave your stomach a small kiss. His head then pushed through your t-shirt until he reached your bra.

"Can I take it off?"

"S-sure..."

He piled your bra to the upper side and then licked your bare breast that made you moan.

"I dare you to fuck me," he said.

"What? Is that everything I can win?" You asked.

He looked at you amazed. He also nodded.

You took off your shirt and your bra so you were only in your leggings. You took yourself over him.

"Your boobies are so cute..." He complimented your bare breast.

You posed your boobies for him. Inside down you felt his penis had twitched.

"Oops..." You flirted.

He laughed at you making jokes.

You leaned down to kiss him again. You bite his underlip, pulled your tongue in his mouth and stroke. Then you also took his shirt off. It revealed chocolate abs and huge muscular man.

You hugged him and he does it back. You shove your legs against his pants.

"Baby..." he moaned.

He knows that you are going to play him again so he held your hips with two hands and pulled down your leggings. You screamed. You wanted to hide your secret body part but it was too late.

He groaned at the view of your naked legs.

"Don't look at me," you commented.

"It's pretty nice though."

You also tried to take off his sweatpants but he already did it himself. This time you slipped on the couch and laid there.

"Can I fuck you?" Changbin asked.

"S-sure..." You stuttered.

He smiled at your answer. Changbin then kissed you for the last time before he laid his crotch in front of your pussy. He found your entrance and with his fingers he stroke it with one or two. He tried to warm you up. Your juice was covering all of his fingers as you moan quietly because of the neighborhood. Your view was pretty much your naked body and naked Changbin.

"You are so sexy," he complimented.

"Thank you," you answered.

"You're welcome."

He suddenly stood up to get a condom. He wore it as quick as he could and swiped it into your entrance. Your moan might be a little bit too loud for the neighborhood.

"Sshht..." Changbin warned. He was also aware of his thin walls.

He fucked your gracefully and you both tried to be quiet under the walls that gave nothing but unprotected privacy. The view out of the window was just the Han River and the city.

Changbin moaned and lifted one leg of yours on his shoulder. He digged deeper in your entrance makes it hard for you to breath out quietly. He held one of your legs up and sex you. He moaned loud as well.

"Ah," you groaned because of your leg and how he hits the spot perfectly. Changbin was a loud banger.

"I'm cumming..." You complained.

"Wait for me!" He raised his voice.

He banged into you faster and then as fast as he could. You couldn't hold it and came already. Changbin did the same into the condom.

"How was it?" he asked.

"So good..." You sighed.

"Yeah?"

"I want it again!!!"

Changbin rolled his eyes. "No..."

"Why not?"

You jumped up to hug Changbin. This time you win the bet for sure.

"Baby, it's night and you cannot be so loud. I need to give you after-care," he smooched your cheek. "You are so naughty."

He gave you an extra massage to calm you down.

"Okay, then not. I am sleepy right now," you responded.

"You can sleep with me, or should I bring you home?"

"I want to rather sleep with you, Changbinnie."

"Okay," he answered. He kissed you again. "Promised. I actually lose the bet."

[cupidjyu]

hi there! i have a request for you 🤗 could you write something about eating late night ramyeon in the dorm w eric and trying to stay quiet to keep the members from waking up but failing? tysm have a lovely day╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

step after step

eric x reader (request!! have a lovely day too!)

genre: sneaky late night ramen eating, slow dancing, falling down LOL, tbz member cameos, angry sunwoo notes: LOL this prompt is so funny yet so cute, it definitely fits erics chaotic sort of vibe, especially when he would always drop his food on lives ... word count: 0.7k

“this flavor isn’t even spicy!” eric exclaimed, slurping up the ramyeon loudly from its bowl. you immediately panicked, pressing a finger to his lips to silence him. the light flickered, making you flinch as you looked around to make sure none of his fellow members would be disturbed.

he stared at you with wide, surprised eyes. “if you wanted me to kiss you, you could have said so,” he stared dumbly. 

you smacked him on the shoulder, glaring at him like he was the most ridiculous boyfriend in the world. “no, it’s because the rest of the members are asleep! keep quiet.” then, with a tissue, you wiped his lips, making him stare at you like he was lovesick. which he is. 

“ah,” he nodded in realization before smiling secretly. “so we’re like spies?”

“we’re literally just eating ramyeon.”

“same thing,” he muttered, scowling. “and how’s your ramyeon?” he asked, whispering quietly this time.

“pretty good,” you whispered back. he giggled, thinking that this whole situation was funny. and then he was quiet. he set his chin in the palm of his hands, staring at you with tender eyes. he was watching you eat, making you feel a bit shy. “can you not stare?”

“not when you look so cute like this,” he tilted his head like an innocent puppy, making you stammer. “with your cute sweater, your cute hair, and your cute face…”

“eric…” you were speechless as you tried to cover your face with your hands.

“i’m so serious right now,” he whispered. you batted him away with your hands, making him smile charmingly. as he waited for you to finish your own food. when you were done, he stood up, looking at you lovingly. “wanna slow dance?”

you stared at him for a bit before laughing, “but we can’t put music on or they’ll wake up.”

“who needs music?” he jested, shrugging playfully. and so he took your hand in his, leading you to the middle of the kitchen where there was the most space. the yellowish light illuminating the room and the dirty dishes in the sink weren’t romantic at all but you didn’t care. as long as you were with him.

“step after step…” he murmured, gently leading you around, across the floor as his large hand rested on your waist and his other hand’s fingers were intertwined with yours. it was quiet, with only the sound of your pulse and the shuffling of your feet. it was peaceful. you felt your heart thump as he grasped your hand so, so gently, and as he smiled down at you like he would do anything for you.

“you lead now,” he smiled. you tried but ended up stumbling over his feet. with a yelp, he tried to catch you but failed miserably, instead making the two of you fall, with you on top of him.

“ow,” he winced.

“i-i’m sorry!” you panicked, trying to get off as quickly as you could but his hands fell back to your waist, keeping you still. you blushed at the sudden contact and he was about to say something when sangyeon, jacob, and sunwoo walked in, rubbing their eyes sleepily. you glanced at the time. it was two in the morning. 

and then their eyes widened at the sight of you on top of him as he lay on the floor in slight pain.

“what’s going on here…” sangyeon questioned, eyeing the both of you weirdly. you scrambled to explain but were interrupted by sunwoo storming closer. his hair was messy and he looked incredibly grumpy.

“you!” he exclaimed. “can’t you keep it down a bit?”

“aw but,” jacob cooed, smiling sweetly. “they’re so cute!”

“they’re lying on the kitchen floor,” sangyeon deadpanned, his expression not mad, but still exhausted.

eric groaned, covering his face with red cheeks.

“this is embarrassing,” he avoided eye contact with you. “all i wanted to do was spend more time with you…”

“maybe if you stopped slurping your ramyeon…” you teased.

“that was a one-time thing!”

you could only giggle, pinching his cheek. jacob couldn’t help but coo at the two of you once more much to sunwoo’s despair.

“they’re so cheesy,” sunwoo complained.

“like you’re any better..."

[sparklingwatermelo]

Jegulily!!!

“I listen to god when he speaks to me.”

“Wise woman.” The man says turning his attention away from James and regulus and looking at her with approval, the spiteful anger in his eyes receeding slightly. “And what does he tell you?”

“Usually he tells me to form an army.” She smiles sweetly. “Five thousand women strong. And to go round and gut all men…and leave their entrails as offerings.”

The mans mouth drops open, he stares at her in complete and utter shock. Regulus is smirking, James is attempting (and failing) to stifle his laughter.

“You-you…will go to hell! You w-won’t be laughing when you’re burning for all eternity!” The man stutters backing away then turning heel, practically sprinting away from them.

“I look forward to it! I’ve never been a fan of the cold!” She shouts after him.

James stops all attempts at restraining his laughter, doubling over, his body shaking as he gasps for air through the giggles.

“Lily Rosalie Evans. You are a mother fucking marvel.” Regulus says his smirk turning into a full grin, almost wolfish.

“I know.” She winks at him, pleased when a gorgeous soft blush paints his cheeks. “doesn’t mean I don’t like to hear it though.”

“I-I can’t.” James is still laughing his head off looking as if he can no longer breathe and yet he’s still trying to speak. “Entrails as-as offerings!” Then he laughs even harder.

Regulus shakes his head in exasperation. “You broke James.”

“Clearly.” She chuckles fondly, and leans back into regulus’s chest, he wraps his arms around her waist and leans his chin atop her head. She breathes him in, he smells like lavender and the fancy oil paints he favours for his canvases.

Eventually their boyfriend calms down enough to function normally again. “Me and Reg are exempt from having our entrails offered…right?” The trademark lopsided james potter grin on his face, dimples on full display in a way that makes her want to kiss him senseless.

“Sure.” She reaches out and pats James’s cheek softly. “My favourite boys get a free pass. I won’t be gutting either of you.”

“Is it bad that I kinda want you to?” He sighs, closing his eyes. “I think I would enjoy it if you gutted me.”

“Masochist.” Regulus mutters, Lily can practically feel him rolling his eyes.

“That would kill you james.” She shakes her head in exasperation, tucking a lock of messy hair behind his ear. “Then what would we do.”

“I don’t know. But it would be a lovely way to die.”

“Reg is right. You are a masochist.”

James’s opens his doe eyes looking at them both in adoration. “Maybe. But you two still love me anyway.”

“Unfortunately.” Regulus says, though his voice is soft.

“Very much so.” Lily leans forward placing a gentle kiss on his lips. James smiles so wide and bright she is surprised is face doesn’t split clean in two. “Now come on let’s get out of here.”

“We can go back to my place.” Reg offers. “It’s closest.”

James hums in agreement. “We can watch a movie or something, I’m pretty sure there’s a shop somewhere here, we can get sweets! Oh and popcorn, the toffee one.”

“Or wine and cheese. I can make a charcuterie board.” Regulus suggests with a pointed look.

She smiles fondly, Regulus has never been a sweet tooth, compared to James who would happily consume sugar and only sugar for the rest of his life.

“You’re so fancy love. To fancy for us mere peasants.” James declares dramatically.

Reg rolls his eyes and huffs in response. “Either way we should go now it’s getting late.”

“Mm hm.” Lily hums, straightening up, immediately missing the warmth of regulus’s body and the weight of his hands wrapped around her. “Let’s go.”

Regulus pushes himself off the wall, dusting himself off. Lily smiles, he looks very fancy even when he’s wearing casual clothes the way regulus holds himself shows he’s posh down to his bones. “You are very fancy.” She concedes leaving no room for argument.

Reg sighs in defeat. “Fine. I am… a little bit fancy.”

James throws his head back and laughs brightly, eyes shining and Regulus blushes again, while Lily smirks at their antics. “The fanciest.” James says still grinning as he takes both of their arms and begins to pull them down the street. In the direction of Reg’s flat.

[seriesxwriting]

My alpha male

W Rafe Cameron

Warnings- fighting, swearing, hidden messages of sex, mentions of injuries.

Series- outer banks

Summary- you and Rafe are on holiday in Cyprus. And some drunk guy thinks he has the right to talk to you in front of Rafe. Bad move mate. (Protective rafe)

Idea from a similar situation I witnessed on my holiday in Cyprus yesterday 😂🫶

“Morning beautiful” Rafe smiled as I rolled over to check if he was awake yet. “Mm good morning handsome” I giggled snuggling into his neck, rafes soft arms came over pulling me into a bear hug. “You excited?” “Hmm i would be if I was here with literally anybody else” “shut up” Rafe laughed into my hair nudging me slightly.

“I’m joking, I’ve never been more excited” I kissed his jaw before sitting up and looking around the hotel room. My hair was all wispy and messy when I looked into the mirror in front of me. Rafe sat up too putting his head on my shoulder, I watched him through the mirror and when he noticed he smiled. The famous Rafe Cameron smile. “I love you” I whispered turning my head to kiss his.

“Mm where’d that come from” he asked still with that smile that just made me melt. “Just felt like saying it”. Rafe moved his head and turned my face towards him so I was looking him in the eyes. He gently laid a soft kiss on my lips and then pulled away “I love you so much” his thumb came up swiping my face gently. “We should get to breakfast” I told him with a wide smile.

Throwing the covers off me I jumped out of bed and walked over to the wardrobe. “Which bikini do I wear today?” I asked him with an eyebrow up, Rafe lied down with one arm under his head looking at me pull out all different types of swimsuits. “Pink? Or yellow maybe oh or the white one? And I have a…” “…the white one” Rafe cut in pointing with his free hand. “You’ll look amazing in all of them especially that white one”

“I’m surprised you know, that your so eager for me to wear these around other boysss” “you can wear what you want y/n, wear whatever makes you happy” Rafe smirked at me from the bed. “Why” I half laughed squinting at him “because darlin” the boy jumped up and when walking past me grabbed my waist making me look up at him. “I can fight” he told me pressing a kiss on my forehead.

Before taking off into the bathroom. I shook my head smiling to myself before taking my white bikini out of the wardrobe changing into it. Me and Rafe went down to the breakfast buffet and helped ourselves to the pastry’s, coffee and bacon. We then went down to the pool to lay on some sun beds and splash each other in the pool before realising we looked about half our age.

“Here” Rafe passed me my towl as we climbed out and walked back over to the sun beds to dry off. “Thanks hun” I took it off of him taking a seat on my sun bed laying down, Rafe did the same thing. About four seconds later I heard a sun bed being dragged to my side. Me and Rafe both snapped our heads to my left side.

“You alright guys?” A boy, maybe a bit older than me and Rafe, middle or late twenty’s, was standing above the sun bed. He plodded down next to me putting one arm behind his head and then exhaled. Me being the nice chatty person I was became smiley and excited to meet someone new. “Hi, we’re fine thanks how are you today” “oh I’m just chilling” he smiled turning his head to look at me.

“Cyprus is lovely huh?” “Wellll hmm the place is nice I guess, but the reason I’m here- just isn’t” he shook his head and looked back up to the sun. I looked over at Rafe who had a stern straight face, staring directly at the guy. “Why’s that?” I asked him turning back away from Rafe. “Oh um I have a wedding to go to on Saturday” “your wedding?” Rafe asked curiously “no no- not my wedding I’m single”

“Right” Rafe frowned getting pissed off, that’s when the wind blew the smell of alcohol off of the guy towards me. That made me feel more sympathetic for him, he didn’t really know what he was doing. “Yeah yeah, I’m the only single one and I have eight friends it’s a high school wedding, and I’m the only single one there” he told us. “On no” Rafe put bluntly clearly wanting him to go away.

“Are they always trying to set you up?” I asked with a sympathetic smile. “Y-yeah spot on!” He drunkenly exaggerated. “That’s okay, that’s how me and Rafe met, now we’re two years together tomorrow” I explained grabbing my boyfriends hand making sure he felt secure and making it very clear to the other guy that I had a man. “Yeah but like, what would you do in this situation?” “I’d probably go bed” Rafe stated not caring that he flipped the answer .

“Hmmm” he hummed and then jumped up from the sun bed without saying anything and wondered off into the crowed. “Fucking freak” Rafe muttered watching him walk over “Rafe he was drunk” I laughed quietly whacking him with my arm. “If people are drunk you just talk to them” “yeah thats just you, your too friendly he clearly wasn’t trying to just be friendly with you” Rafe stated before lying back down on the bed to soak up the sun.

“He didn’t know what he was doing” I shook my head smiling “I’m sure he didn’t” Rafe rolled his eyes before turning his wrist to look at the time. “Snack bar is open now” he clapped his hands together and rubbed them together. “Want anything beautiful?” “Erm- I don’t know what they have, just have an eye out for chicken please” I smiled patting his wrist. “Will do princess” he brought my hand up so he could kiss it.

Rafe got up to walk away but after two steps he came back “y/n if that guy comes back text me, phone me, shout my name what ever you want just tell me- gave me propa dodge vibes him” “okay rafe” I laughed shaking my head at his jealously. Little did he know how completely and utterly whipped I was for him, I’d never put our relationship in jeopardy especially for some random guy.

“What you thinking about” I heard a voice on my left. “Oh- hi again whered you disappeared off to?” I questioned being slightly weary now that Rafe had warned me about the guy. “Just about” he shrugged turning on his side to look at me “yeah it’s a nice hotel” I smiled while sitting up to get away slightly. I looked around towards the snack bar for my boyfriend but he was nowhere to be seen. “You know, you look really pretty in that bikini”

“Only I can say that, mate” I heard the familiar voice of Rafe’s. Shit. “Hey You alright” I looked around hearing the guy going in with the innocent response that clearly wasn’t going to work. “You got a name?” Rafe questioned to which the guy answered “edwardo” to him “Well edweirdo, I’m a bit confused right now because I just don’t understand how you didn’t get the hint when I told you to go to bed” Rafe bit his lip pretending to think.

He was playing with his prey. Except his prey didn’t realise he was about to be hurt. “Oh there was a hint?” He asked looking up at rafe. He put the plate of chicken nuggets on the table next to the guy before his arm swung out grabbing him by the neck and dragging him upwards so he was sitting. “Get up” Rafe snarled dragging him by the neck “rafe that’s enough come on” I rolled my eyes putting my arm out.

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll make the man go away princess” “Rafe come on I’m serious” “fuck sake” he hissed pushing the man away from his grasp. He put his hands immediately up to his neck gasping for breath. “No one talks to my girl like that, now fuck off before I change my mind” Rafe snarled stepping forward to intimidate him. “Okay okay, I’m going” he put his hands up in defeat stepping a few paces back and the looked at me.

“Just quickly What are you doing Saturday?” He raised an eyebrow. “You’ve basically just signed your death Warrant” I told him with an eye roll. “Yeah” Rafe agreed before throwing his left fist into the man’s face. He stumbled backwards and Rafe strode towards him. “Shit” the guy tried throwing a punch back at rafe but he dodged it skilfully. I exhaled deeply knowing nithing could stop Rafe now. I layed back down on the sun bed facing another direction ignoring it all.

Until I heard a bottle smash which made me whip my head around quickly. Rafe had the guy pushed down against the counter of the bar and was holding a bottle to his throat. The bartender was shouting at him in Greek. “Rafe stop It!” I hissed jumping up from the beds. I felt like everyone was watching us, because they all were. “I’m sorry- I’m sorry- I was just lonely” “then grow a pair of balls to be friends with” Rafe scowled throwing the bottle on the side.

“Stop it Right now are you trying to get kicked out” I asked him angrily “n-no”’ he shook his head listening to me that I’d gotten pissed off. Rafe placed the bottle in my hand and let go of the helpless guy. “Now sit down” I snapped pointing at our sun beds across the walkway. I noticed he had a bruised forming on the jaw of his cheek. That was his only mark, edwardo was injured a lot worse. His right eye was swollen and had blackened already, his lip and eyebrow was cut as well.

“Dick” Rafe shoved him before walking off to where I told him to go. I followed him crossing my arms. But the people staring were pissing me off now too. “If you have something to say fucking see say it” I shouted throwing my arms out staring back ar a few of them. Rafe saw I was stressed and came over to me putting an arm around my waist. “I’m sorry” he whispered gently kissing my temple. “Rafe he was drunk he couldn’t even defend himself”

“Don’t give it out if you can’t take it” Rafe shrugged his shoulders with a little smirk. “This isn’t funny Rafe- I don’t understand why you get jelous do you not trust me?” “What? Of course I trust you y/n” he widened his eyes in complete shock. “Then why hurt him?” “Im selfish, I don’t want anyone to talk to you like that your mine and only mine”

“I’m yours and only yours, i would never touch another guy so stop It stop trying to be the alpha male” “I don’t need to try princess, I am the alpha male” Rafe half laughed laying back down the bed setting the food in between us. “You don’t need to be the alpha male there are no other males you need to dominate” I told him taking one, shoving it into my mouth. “Y/n im sorry” Rafe sighed rolling his head towards mine.

“Your not though rafe, if you could go back in time you’d do the exact same thing with out hesitation” he thought about that for a second before shutting up. The both of our hands came out to pick the last chicken nugget and we clashed, we looked up at each other and laughed gently. “I don’t want you to be pissed off on our two year anniversary holiday” “I’m not pissed off rafe, it’s hard to stay mad at you”

“I love you” Rafe picked up the chicken nugget and put it in my hand. “I’d love you too if you wasn’t so annoying” I smirked biting the nugget. “Ouch” he muttered laying back down. “I’m joking” I giggled nudging him. “But all will be forgotten of you get me a drink” “what do you want princess” “hmm- sex on the beach” I told him scratching my chin playfully.

“Oh if that’s what you wanted you should have just said” Rafe smirked looking into my eyes. “Just get my drink you muppet” I laughed shaking my head. “What a coincidence I was planning to take a beach trip tonight” Rafe said winking at me as he stood up to leave. “yeah?” I asked raising an eyebrow. “Yeah” he stated smirking now.

“Okay then, yeah” I shrugged with a knowing smile “ugh I love you so much, I’ll be back in a second” he jumped excitedly to kiss me on the cheek before bouncing off to grab me my drink.

[harlowtales]

Panic sets in as Jack’s daughter is late coming off the school bus. Jack feels guilty he’s not around more. ***18 + Language***

“Daddy I don’t need you to walk me to the bus.” Patricia said shooing him away “Move back, like go in the house.”

“Patricia I have to stand here with you.” Jack reasoned with his mini-me

“Please Daddy they’ll laugh at me. Goooooo.” Patricia said pushing him back but he didn’t budge

“Who da fuc….I mean who will laugh P?” as he called her. Jack had to keep tabs on his language and temper.

“Everyone like Jason, Britney, Tyler, and Beca.” She said. “They sit in the middle of the bus and I have to pass by them and they say…oooh look at the baby did Daddy feed you this morning too?” Patricia said mocking them.

“Well, I have to make sure you’re safe.” Jack said with no plans to move from her side until the bus came. He remembers being teased on the bus because of his eye patch. He tried to focus on Patricia and not go back to that in his mind.

“You nervous?” He looked down and asked her

“Sorta” she admitted twirling her hair

“It ain’t no thang its just like last year ight?” Jack reassured her.

“Daddy you talk funny.” Patricia observed but was now smiling so Jack considered it a win

You were filled with anxiety as this was only her 2nd year at school. You watched them from the window but didn’t want to get all emotional. Patricia hated that and preferred to have her Dad wait with her although these days she was following him around less. Jack was feeling the gut-punch of her trying to establish her independence.

“So you remember how to reach us?” He said

“Yup!” She nodded

The bus pulled up and Jack hoisted Patricia up much to her dismay, but the steps were still a bit steep for her little legs to climb.

“Daddy, I can do it.” She insisted

“It’s either I help you up or Mommy drives you.” Jack warned. Patricia hated when her mom drove her to school. She had to listen to “baby music” in the car when she wanted to hear songs from her dad and uncle Gee but her mom said she was too little. Plus she wanted to be big and ride to school with older kids and her friends.

“Daddy goodbye!” She said and flung her arms around him pecking him on the cheek. Jack stepped back in surprise. She never did that in public anymore.

“Wow. You got a kiss?” You said in shock when Jack came back into the house.

“Yeah. Feel like I’m fan-girling. I may never wash this side of my face again.” He said with his hand on the spot as if to keep it warm until she came back at 3 oclock.

He came behind you washing the dishes in your pyjamas and messy top bun and gave you a warm hug.

“Thank you baby.” He said as he nuzzled his nose in your neck and kissed you softly.

“For what?” You asked melting in his arms as usual

“Just…like EVERYTHING.” He said “If I had time you know what would be going down with Pumpkin gone.” He said slapping your ass and heading upstairs to get ready to go.

“Boy go” You said rolling your eyes and smiling. “That’s how we got in trouble the first time.”

“Well we got 7 more times.” Jack yelled back from the top of the stairs.

“8 kids? He is TRIPPIN” You said as you swept the floor.

PART 2

The hectic day was over. It took the bus so long to get there with so many delays that Patricia was tired by the time she got to school. You argued with Jack about sending Patricia to public school. He wanted her to have the experience he had growing up that made him a regular person. The thing to deal with though was crowded buses and classrooms. Not exactly what you wanted but Jack was stubborn and Patricia had a great first year, especially once she stopped fighting, which made Jack proud, but he had to tell her it was unacceptable.

By the end of the day the bus was late and she was squeezed and pushed as usual by all the kids trying to get to their favourite seat. She lucked out and got to sit with her friends. “Ok kids there’ll be a few detours and delays like this morning so call your parents and let em know but we’ll get you home safe and sound.” The driver said as he closed the doors and the bus chugged to start off down the gravel road. Patricia took out her phone to call her mom but she didn’t get an answer and she didn’t dare call her dad during the day. He was too busy. She thought nothing of it and put her phone back in her backpack quickly. Whenever other kids saw her phone they teased her because it was a refurbished iPhone 11. No way was Jack going to give a 6 year old an expensive phone.

“Does that thing even have data or do you have to send smoke signals?” One of her friends teased “Your Dad is literally Jack Harlow. You could break a phone every day and get a new one.”

“I know it’s so lame.” Patricia said. She was picking up lingo at school and starting to already sound like a pre-teen. Suddenly the bus came to a halt. Traffic was backed up for miles.

“Sorry kids. Looks like I took the wrong detour. We’ll be awhile.” The driver called out to the sweaty, hungry, cranky kids. If was now approaching 5pm.

You called Patricia right back as you had just missed the call putting a roast in the oven, but it kept going to her cute little voicemail “Whats Poppin y’all try again byeee!” It said and clicked off.

“Breathe I’m sure it’s just traffic.” You told yourself, but after another hour you tried the school.

“Mrs. Harlow it’s all good the bus is stuck in traffic is all.” The secretary said sweetly putting you at ease. You set about packing her karate bag and McDonald’s was definitely in order, as by the time she got home she’d be running late for class. Jack was always mad when you took her to McDonald’s instead of KFC but according to Patricia the nuggets were “sucky” at KFC and you had no time to hear her complain.

The sun started to go down. It was now passing 7PM and you couldn’t take it anymore. The school wasn’t picking up and Patricia wasn’t answering. You called Neelam in distress to get a message to Jack but no answer and you didn’t want to bother him, they were shooting a video. Urban wasn’t picking up either.

“Fuck!! My baby!” You exclaimed on the verge of tears. You were sure she was on the bus but what if…no you wouldn’t let yourself go there. Your phone rang and you jumped. It was Grandpa. You totally forgot he was waiting at Karate class to see Patricia practice.

“Grandpa! I’m so sorry we can’t make it tonight.” You said fighting tears

“Y/N what’s wrong? Is it my little pumpkin?” He said concerned

“Yes. Gramps I’m so worried. She’s not home off the bus yet. I don’t know what to do.” You said shaking

“What? Does Jack know?” He asked

“No. He’s shooting a video. They’re all busy, nobody is answering their phones.” You explained trying to figure out what to do.

“Like hell he’s too busy. I’ll call you back.” Grandpa said hanging up and dialling Jack but you were right. Straight to a VM he never checked anyway.

“Sit tight I’m on my way.” Grandpa said when he called you back. Him and Clay pulled up 20mins later “We have to find her.” He said “The whole family is worried sick.”

“When’s the last time you heard from her?” Clay asked as you hopped in.

“I missed her call around 4.” You said.

“Do you know the bus route?” Grandpa asked

“Yes I do, but it took a detour and I don’t know the alternate route they would’ve taken and dispatch has been busy for hours.” You said feeling nauseous now.

Finally a call came in from Neelam on the car speaker “Hey guys. Everyone is calling me today! We were in the middle of shooting what’s up?”

“Patricia’s missing.” Grandpa said making you panic more because Jack would be freaking out.

“No she’s on the bus but hasn’t come home and won’t answer her phone. I’m sure she’s on the bus and ok.” You corrected but Neelam heard the shakiness in your voice. You were always trying to avoid taking Jack away from work.

“I’m telling Jack immediately.” Neelam said hanging up. They had wrapped for the day and were just hanging out eating and talking. “Jack.” Neelam said slowly approaching him.

“What’s up with you? Why you acting weird?” Jack said coming out of joking around with the guys

“Jack…” Neelam said but started crying

Jack went pale. “Is it Y/N?” He said

Neelam shook her head no.

“Gramps?” He tried again

Neelam could barely answer “No….oh geez.”

“Fuck Neelam spit it out!” Jack said angrily his eyes wide.

“Patricia never came off the bus after school.” Neelam finally managed to say.

“WHAT” Jack said frozen “Neelam. What? I didn’t hear you, what?”

Urban stepped in seeing his best friend in a state of shock. He called you right away and put you on speaker. “Where is she and what happened?” He asked but before you could answer Jack came on snapping out of his initial shock.

“Y/N where’s my baby?” He said completely broken

“Oh hunny.” You couldn’t hold back the tears anymore as soon as you heard his voice they came like a flood.

Clay spoke for you and told Jack the whole story while Grandpa rubbed your back. “I’m driving around trying to find the bus. We know the number of it. I got you bro don’t worry. Oh shit! A call! Don’t move bro.”

“I got her.” It was Maggie on the line “I got the little stinker right here. She’s ok!” You heard Patricia giggling in the background and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. “I came to the house to wait, and she showed up. She’s hungry and tired but she’s fine.”

Clay patched Jack in on the call. “We got her! She’s on the line.” He happily announced to his big brother.

“You ok muffin?” Jack said trying to be calm and not upset his daughter. What was coming off as calm was seething anger. He would have some words for the school tomorrow. For now he was so happy she was ok.

“I’m ok Daddy. We played games and stuff it was kinda fun, but Daddy I need a new phone.” She said

“Ok Pumpkin later ok? We’ll talk about that later.” Jack said. “I’m headed home now. I love you so much.” He felt like throwing up.

“Bro let’s go. You ok?” Urban said

“I feel sick bro. I never felt anything like that before.” Jack said regaining his composure

They got up to the house and as soon as Jack was inside he scooped Patricia up and hugged her super tight. “Daddy you’re squishying me.” She complained trying to wriggle free and not sure what all the fuss was about. She was the centre of attention and everyone was over at her house which only really happened on her birthday or special times. She got hugs and kisses from everyone.

“Thanks y’all for all coming together like this.” Jack said as his arm was around you keeping you steady. It had been such an emotional day. “Me and Y/N really love y’all.”

���Of course hunny we’re always here.” Maggie said

“But not me. I’m not always here am I.” Jack said of himself critically and dropped his head in sadness

“Babe no. How could you know? Don’t say that.” You said coming to his defence. Jack was an amazing father.

“How many times did you call me Y/N?” Jack asked you clearly upset

“Um none. I called Neelam and..” you answered but Jack cut you off

“P, yo P” He said to Patricia who was sitting on her Grandmother’s lap “How many times did you call Daddy.”

“None. You’re working silly.” She answered truthfully

“See? Nobody even called me because I told y’all don’t call when I’m working and I turn my phone off.” Jack said sitting with his head in his hands now.

“Look son.” Grandpa said “Every man has to learn this the hard way. I was the same way but, you learn that nothing is worth all your attention like your family. I’m proud of you though.”

“Proud? Come on Paw. Get real look what just happened.” Jack said looking down. It was hard for him to even look at Patricia, but he motioned over to her to sit on his lap. “You call Daddy anytime you want ok?” He said kissing her “You too.” He said looking up at you. “You guys are not an interruption.” He said kissing your hand that was on his shoulder.

PART 3

Jack woke up early to get Patricia to school. By the time you woke up he was out of the shower and getting dressed. “Hunny be calm when you meet with them ok?” You said sleepily

“I don’t need a fucking lecture Y/N.” He said as he kissed you on the forehead.

“Hey. I’m on your side. Chill.” You said “You’re the best Dad in the world.”

“I’m sorry.” He said. You had a way of saying the right thing to him. “Sure you don’t want to come?”

“Um no. I don’t want to witness that.” You said rushing into the bathroom

“Wait…witness what?” Jack said confused

“Bye hunny good luck.” You said through the door. No way did you want to be there in case Jack got heated. They could deal with that on their own.

“Don’t tell your mom.” Jack said as they got into the Jeep and he started playing Patricia’s favourite EST Gee song. He pulled up to the school and immediately students and teachers started coming to the windows. Teachers knocked on Patricia’s teacher’s door to borrow random items.

“Come in Mrs. Smith.” Patricia’s teacher said rolling her eyes as that had been the 6th interruption in 15mins.

“I just wanted to borrow your stapler.” She said looking right at Jack who was kneeling beside Patricia looking at all her work. “Oh Mr. Harlow. I had no idea you were here today.” She said nervously. “What a pleasant surprise.”

“Nice to see you Mrs.Smith.” Jack said knowing exactly what she was up to “Tell Mr. Smith he gets luckier every day.”

“Oh my thank you Jack.” She said blushing

“Ok Mrs. Smith Jack is here to see the Principal would you mind taking him down to the office?” Patricia’s teacher said happy to get rid of her.

“Oh don’t mind at all.” She said linking arms with Jack. He was happy to make her day as she was almost retired. “My… somebody works out a lot.” She said beaming.

“P, I’ll be back to pick you up.” Jack said to Patricia as he left. He didn’t dare call her Pumpkin at school and and she liked P. She said it sounded gangster.

“Ok…better be you and not Mommy.” She said not looking up from her art project.

“Hey, I can rap you know.” This one little boy named Arthur said that sat beside Patricia

“You can’t rap with a name like Arthur.” Patricia said engrossed in what she was doing. She had her dad’s focus when she loved something and had grown tired of little boys telling her they could rap.

“Your dad uses his real name.” Arthur said hurt

“Yeah cuz his name is Jack Harlow.” Patricia said rolling her eyes.

“Shhhh! Stop talking back there.” Their teacher said

PART 4

Jack sat waiting for the principal as Mrs. Smith finally let go of his arm which took some doing and agreeing to pass by her classroom for some homemade cookies.

“Mr. Harlow, you can go in now.” The receptionist said.

The whole office turned to squeal in a whisper as he went into the office. The Principal rolled her eyes at them and shook her head. “Please Mr. Harlow have a seat.” She said not the least bit rattled by his celebrity, charm, or good looks.

“Where’s that older dude with the comb over?” Jack asked confused

“Oh Mr. Hartford? He didn’t come back this year. He retired.” She said. “How can I help you sir?”

Jack was planning to go off on Mr.Hartford but this lady made him feel like he was back at Atherton. “Um well…the school bus yesterday…” He started to say but she interjected.

“Sir, we are issuing a statement today for all parents.” She said firmly “I’m sure you get all the emails?” She asked. Jack could tell she was all business with her severe bun and blouse with a proper bow done up to her neck. She had sharp eyebrows and a stern look on her face at all times.

“Yeah I..well my wife she gets them.” He said gulping a bit. Why did he feel like he was in trouble for something? Even the smell of the office was taking him back to school making him fidget in his chair and the clock on the wall ticking was unnerving.

“Mr. Harlow I can assure you this will never happen again. We have all kinds of issues this year with bussing but seeing as Patricia is what we call a high profile student, we have an alternate smaller bus at the ready to drop her off from now on and if it is a minute late call me directly. I made sure they directly report to me.” She said strictly

“Um…thank you Miss. I, me, uh…my wife, we appreciate it.” Jack said feeling sweaty for some reason.

“You may be assured we will make sure Patricia is safe.” She said “Is there anything else Mr. Harlow sir?”

“No. Thank you so much. I can see Patricia is in good hands here.” Jack said as they stood and shook hands.

“Of course Mr. Harlow, and please tell Mrs Harlow I appreciate her helping in the school with our reading program. I heard the children look forward to her coming and they love the snacks she brings. I hope to get to know her better.” The principal said

“My wife does that? Of course she does. I knew that. I’ll tell her Miss.” Jack said humbly as he left her office

When he got home he was very quiet which made you nervous. “Hunny how did it go?” You said anxiously as you looked up from your laptop. You were busy doing the household budget for the month.

“Come here.” He said pulling you in and kissing you. “You amazing fucking beautiful kick ass woman.”

“Um me? Or Principal Beasley?” You said wondering what was up with your husband

“I don’t think Miss. Beasley has any interest in me.” He said laughing “I was nervous as shit. Totally folded.” He said “That old dude is gone. He was a jerk, but Miss. Beasley was the TRUTH. Ain’t no way I was popping my shit with her.” He said remembering how the encounter made him feel like a school boy.

“She’s very strict. Patricia doesn’t mess with her at all.” You said laughing

“I’m just so out of touch.” Jack said looking into your eyes. “And don’t make excuses for me. I should know you read to school kids. I should know there’s a new principal.” He said frustrated

“Hunny. At least you care. My Dad never went to my a school.” You said

“But babe I’m doing the bare minimum for you guys.” He said

“Are you fucking kidding me? Bare minimum?” You said getting irritated “Do you know what you do for this family? You are literally everything.”

Still locked in an embrace with your husband you took his face in your hands and kissed him deeply.

“Just come with me next time cuz it’s crazy in there.” He said shooting himself with his fingers to his head.

“Oh Mrs. Smith? She gets so outta pocket about you.” You said giggling

“Oh so you know and you let me go into that alone?” He said tickling you. You both tumbled onto the couch and continued kissing like two teenagers. He was right on top of you getting hard.

“Ewwwwwww!!!” Patricia said as she stumbled upon the both of you.

“Patricia! Your home early. Daddy was going to pick you up.” Jack said straightening himself out and getting off of you.

“They got me this little stupid baby bus.” She said throwing down her backpack “It’s just me and a few other kids so I get home fast.” She said

“Hunny how was your day?” You asked her wishing you had more time with Jack alone.

“I just said I don’t like the baby bus.” She said annoyed. Patricia challenged you constantly.

“Watch your mouth P.” Jack warned

“Sorry Mommy.” She apologized under Jack’s stare. She reached into her backpack “Mrs. Smith sent these cookies for you Daddy.”

You looked at him and he looked at you. “Thanks P.” Jack said taking the crumpled brown bag from Patricia’s tiny hands. “Baby…take this and toss it ASAP Rocky.” Jack whispered to you as he chuckled. “That roast smells so good. I just gotta go downstairs for a bit. I’ll take P with me.”

“Beats only Jackman…and clean lyrics.” You chided

“Baby of course.” He said to you and snuck a look to Patricia and winked. She looked at him and nodded.

“I can show you the bars I got Daddy like Uncle G…” Patricia didn’t finish her sentence as Jack covered her mouth, picked her up and swung her around as she giggled and they disappeared to the studio.

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