#also thank you for almost 2k views already ;_;

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i almost forgot to post it but i finally got around to making another ASMR audio…! this one is short and a little rushed because i’m currently on vacation but i hope you like it :3c

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THE LITTLE BIG GIRL . . .

୨୧⋆｡˚ toji fushiguro {38} x f!reader {19}

✶ mature content | mdni ! age gap, dumbification, innocence play, mating press, brat taming, doggy style, creampie, barebacking, size kink, daddy kink, clothed sex, manhandling, strong language.

k’s note — this shit is problematic af, even the title but damn pls bare with me, i got inspired by a short fic ! also thank you for 2k followers, i appreciate it so much, you guys are the best, i’m trying to be more active but there’s a lot going on, when i have more time i’ll def write a lot <3

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ugh! old man toji absolutely rummaging the fuck out of your pussy in your pink girly bedroom’s bed — cute and fluffy plushies on view — as he handles you onto that flat low doggy position. that man even made sure to fluff your pastel pink pillow underneath your belly so your ass could have that specific slight arch he loves, after all, he wants to go all the way inside your also pinkish cunt’s gummy walls. your head buried onto the flowery sheets with a tight grip, whining and humming, body jolting forward along with everything else on the bed . . .

toji was groaning and sighing, his eyes unable to not remain focused on the way your cute butt jiggled once his cock made it’s way to kiss your cervix. suddenly toji grabbed you and turned you around, as you laid on your back, gasping and complaining. “w-why’d you stooop?” a pouty, dizzy and whiny voice, throwing your arms up in bed as your chest breathed desperately, legs quivering and back arching.

“y’know, I’ve never really understood these plushies.” he groans, spreading your legs apart and holding them still as he adjusts himself back on his knees, looking down to your dripping pussy as he messily slaps his reddish swollen tip over your slit.

“come on, don’t tell me they make you shy?” you tease with a chuckle as your eyes threaten to close, eyebrows furrowed in need, having your thighs held so wide apart makes harder for you to not want him to pound in again.

“shut up.” he mumbles. “it’s fuckin’ odd, ya having a bunch of toys in your bed while i fuck ya.” toji lets go off one of your legs and expects you to keep it there, and open, as he grabs his leaking cock and pumps it once before aligning with your entrance again, pushing just the tip in, observing, taking notes and pulling it out before you can even react. “aren’t ya embarrassed?” his time to tease, with a lazy smirk. with doe eyes, you’re moving your hips forward in vain before you’d speak, supporting yourself on your elbows. “nevermind, guess ya like it, huh?” toji grows that earlier smirk, exhibiting his scar even more.

“they’ve seen a lot of things already.” you add with a low pouty voice. “but isn’t that what makes it fun?” following with a soft smile as you stare into his eyes from down below. “now put it in.” with an almost begging yet demanding tone, your eyes fly to where you’re both near to connecting again.

“oh yeah? you know what else is fun?” toji chuckles as he pulls out that fat tip and slaps it over your cunt harsher. “making you beg for it.” your deer eyes fly onto his emerald ones, batting eyelashes fidgety and breathing through parted juicy lips. “gotta use yer manners, right, princess?”

“hmm…” you pout yet give in. “p-please daddy, please, i was so f-fucking close, put it in again.” you yelp through gritted teeth, throwing your head back, arching and laying back down as he presses his cock without moving just yet, only chuckling at you, while you’re looking back up at him insatiably, he wasn’t satisfied. “‘m sorry my plushies make you shy!” you added in a rush, teasing the man so obviously, gripping onto the sheets, as he takes out his cock again and slaps it one more time over your clit now.

“fuckin’ brat, huh?”. you roll your eyes back and smirk with a desperation, even more fidgety, but you’re dying there when he puts the tip less than an inch in. “fuck, fuck, please, daddy, j-just put it in, please!” you beg, giving in, with a whiney trembling voice, throwing your head back and about to sob as the older man lets out a malicious chuckled smirk, leaning forward to give a kiss on your neck.

“that’s a good little fuckin’ girl, such a sweet angel, huh?” toji finally praises against your skin, thrusting his cock all the way in on a swift motion, his hand gripping onto the back of your thighs to press your vulnerable body into mate press, his entire weight leaning over you as he tries to maintain you still, your eyes move towards his for eye contact and your mouth widens, immediately gasping and being cut off by your own moan. “such a cute girl i got for m’self, yeah? hm…” he teases more, going back and forth in a leisure and provoking pace. “you like being fucked like a well-behaved slut in ya girly bedroom with these… fucking plushies staring at ya, don’t ya, sweetheart?” he groans for a second, exhaling as he speaks into your face, near to your ears, if he puts his tongue out only a little, he could lick your earlobe, but he does better, he kisses your neck gently, sending shivers down your spine as he synchronizes it with his thrusting and you lose air. a beat passes as you don’t answer his question, closing your eyes shut and using the rest of your energy to moan it away. “not really a good girl, if ya can’t answer me, right?” he adds, making sure to force his tip into kiss your cervix, bruising it. your smaller hands flying to his lower abdomen as if it could make him slow down.

“y-yes, yes daddy! i like it, i wuv it!” you admit drunkly, whining again as your body trembles, back arches and your chest presses against his broader and muscular torso. his smirk could be felt against your skin as he continues on kissing your shivering neck, his hands never leaving your thighs as he bends you in half, one wrong move and he’d break you.

“i’ll forgive ya for the plushies, now, let’s give ‘em a show.” toji pushes your thighs further down as he moves his hips back, alternating this pressure with his thrusts in order to make you clench more. his merciless chuckle resonates into your skull as your moans are almost leading you to gag and choke. “ya know how to, ya always do, doll.” he finishes his sentence, kissing your soft forehead as he leans back a little to bend your legs together in front of him, pressing them down your stomach with his broad calloused hands, and that visible smirk, he’s grunting at each slow-paced and shattering thrust, as your whines shake and result in exhales and sighs of overwhelm. his hips piston into your tight pussy, being barricaded in between your plushy thighs, but that was enough already, toji spread your legs once more, more than he knew you could, because he simply longed for that perfect view again.

“daddy, wan’ your c-cum in me.” you’d beg with your tongue not even able to move correctly. “oh, ya wanna be a little big girl now and have it, huh?”

and that’s what led you to need to deep-wash your plushies . . .

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[suniix]

04 | miyamura x reader

synopsis | hori talks to miyamura and realizes where she stands. you can’t help but feel guilty because of a promise made long ago.

word count | 2k+

note | i don’t plan on making hori ‘the bad guy’ or have her bully the reader. yes she will be a little upset because miyamura doesn’t like her back but she won’t do anything to the reader. that trope (or wtv it’s called) is way too overused and i don’t like it 🧍‍♀️also i hate this chapter and i can’t wait to finish this series so i can rewrite and edit everything

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A week has passed since the first day of school and things are going smoother than you had initially expected.

Miyamura’s friends had adopted you into their group, though you felt closer to him than to anyone else. Even though they always included you, it felt as if there was a barrier between you and them. During lunch or group projects their conversations would flow naturally, so you’d never say a word unless someone spoke to you first, afraid that you’d make the conversation awkward. Usually it was Miyamura or Tooru who brought you into conversations.

It was to be expected though, it’s the last year of high school; friend groups had already been made and joining any would be a struggle. You were thankful for an easy way into a friend group and were prepared to face all the challenges thrown your way.

Things at home were going well too. You could definitely tell your grandma was happy to have company around the house and you were happy to be with her. You were especially happy about her cooking. Your parents never had time to cook or show you how to so you just stuck with eating out everyday. You also bought some decorations for your new room, which made you feel more comfortable.

As you slipped your shoes on you waved to your grandma goodbye and she reciprocated the action. “Have a good day at school dear.” She smiled.

You thanked her and stepped out of your home. Walking to and from school everyday has made you become familiar with the neighborhood. The first couple of times you almost got lost, but luckily you would find other students with the same uniform and you’d just follow them to school.

As soon as the school came into view your stomach growled. Shit.. I forgot to grab something for breakfast.. you patted your pocket and felt your wallet. Sighing in relief you pull it out and open it, seeing you had enough money to buy something.

Instead of walking straight into the school you take a turn for the school’s cafeteria, praying they were open. As you walked you enjoyed the school’s scenery. Despite being here for a week you haven’t gotten a chance to explore everywhere. Tooru only showed you your classroom and the school cafeteria.

As the doors to the cafeteria came up you let out a sigh of relief upon seeing an oval sign hanging from the door with big letters that read ‘open’. You pulled the door open and walked in, feeling cold air hit your cheeks.

The first thing you see is a familiar brown haired girl wearing a gray sweater with her back turned to you; it seemed like she didn’t hear you come in. You didn’t see anyone at the counter, but a vending machine was nearby. Browsing through the limited options you insert your money and press the buttons. Your snack falls and you fish it out from the bottom and slowly walk over to the girl.

“Hori?”

The girl turned to look at you and your suspicions were confirmed. Hori looks at you with mild surprise. “Oh! I didn’t expect to see you here so early.” She motions for you to sit in front of her and you do.

“Hey Hori! And yea, I keep forgetting to change my clock’s batteries so I wake up thinking I’m late but it’s actually super early. I can’t go back to sleep so might as well just head to school.”

Hori nods in understanding and takes a sip of her drink. She is sorta forgetful.. Hori notes.

An awkward silence calls upon the two of you. She awkwardly continues to drink her beverage while you eat your snack. Although you and Hori were part of the same group you never directly interacted with each other.

“So.. you and Miyamura know each other?”

“Mm?” You looked at her confused.

“Even though you just got here, you and Miyamura seem really close. Did you go to the same middle school?” She asks.

You notice how she avoids eye contact and slightly tightens her grip on her drink. Is she jealous?.. You ask yourself. That would explain her odd behavior around you.

“Not really. I ran into him the first day I moved here and he’s my neighbor, so I guess—”

“Wait! You guys are neighbors?” She slammed her drink down in surprise and you slightly jumped, startled by her random outburst.

“Yea? He lives in the apartment complex next to my grandma’s house.”

She hums and brings her drink back up to her lips, continuing to avoid eye contact. Shit, are they together? Does she think I’m trying to get in between them?.. You begin to slightly panic. You didn’t want to start any drama, you had barely been at this school for a week! Miyamura never mentioned anything about being in a relationship, at least nothing you can remember, and you never saw him acting lovey dovey with Hori.

“I’m sorry, are you and Miyamura in a relationship?” You ask timidly.

“What? No.. why are you asking?” She eyed you suspiciously.

“Ah, I just didn’t want you to think I was trying to take him from you. We only seem close because he was the first person I talked to, so I guess I just feel closer to him because of that.”

“Ah, I see.”

After that conversation the air seemed a little lighter. Hori no longer seemed as tense as she was before, but instead lost in thought. The two of you sat in a calm silence until the bell rang.

Hori stared at the sky while leaning on the balcony railing outside the classroom. Her thoughts take her back earlier to the conversation she had with you. Although you told her you didn’t know Miyamura that well, she felt there was something going on between the two of you, whether or not you were aware of it. She had questions, but she wasn’t sure you were the right person to ask. The door opened behind her, but she didn’t turn to look, already knowing who joined her outside.

“Are you feeling okay Hori?” Miyamura asked, walking up beside her.

He had noticed she seemed lost in thought all day, something had to be bugging her. He knew about her busy life outside of school, but normally she wouldn’t be this out of it.

“Do you like (Y/n)?”

Miyamura nearly choked on his spit at the sudden question, quickly turning to look at Hori. “Where did this come from?”

“I just feel like.. there’s something going on between the two of you.”

“Nothing is going on between us. It’s just that.. they’re someone that I used to know, someone I cared a lot for.”

Hori turns to look at him, slightly surprised. Although she suspected it she never thought he’d say it out loud. Hearing it made it feel real, like there was really a chance she’d lose him.

“It’s a long story, but.. when I was little, (Y/n) was the first person to walk up to me and become my friend. Then one day they told me their family was moving, but they made a promise to find me again. I doubt they remember me or the promise, but the fact they came back.. it feels nice.”

The look on Miyamura’s face was something she rarely saw. He seemed genuinely happy, hopeful even. The only time she saw him this happy was when they were together, alone. Now he has the exact same expression while talking about you and you’re not even here.

Hori turned away. “Why don’t you tell them?” She doesn’t know why she asked. Maybe she was curious, or maybe she still had hope he was moving on from you.

Miyamura shook his head, “I don’t want to pressure them into anything. If something happens, I want it to happen naturally and not just because they feel the need to fulfill a promise they made years ago.”

He turned to look over his shoulder, spotting you and Tooru laughing about something. Hori followed his stare and tried not to show how disappointed she was. She wasn’t disappointed at either of you, moreso the situation. You two had history, history that left such an impact on Miyamura he waited for years for a chance to see you again.

She could never compete with that.

“Alright, you have to finish the report as a group by the end of class, so start moving!”

Shit! Group work this early in the year? You quickly look around the room to see everyone partnering up with their friends. How well do I know Miyamura’s friends? Would it be weird if I just joined their group? They wouldn��t mind.. right?

A gentle tap on the shoulder broke you out of your thoughts. Turning to your left you see Miyamura smiling at you. “Can I be in your group?” He asks while holding back a laugh, though you don’t understand what’s so funny.

“Sure.” You smile.

The smile on Miyamura’s face remains as he brings his desk up to yours and soon the rest follow without any questions.

“Lend me a pen, Yoshikawa! You don’t need so many pens.”

“Don’t you dare take any of my pens!”

“Did anyone bring the material collections?” Hori asked, sighing when she noticed no one had them.

You watched the group work together while occasionally bickering about random things. Hori assigned everyone a part of the report while also keeping Yoshikawa and Tooru from fighting about pens.

While working you couldn’t help but bask in the atmosphere the group brought. It wasn’t suffocating and there wasn’t a need to keep the conversation going. The conversations they had were short and sweet and didn’t have you overthinking with what to respond with. You let go of your thoughts and let yourself get carried away in the light conversations, enjoying the laughter of the group.

After everything was complete Hori gathered everyone’s part of the report and stapled it together before handing it to the teacher. The five of you relaxed together, mindlessly talking about the newest trends and any new music.

You barely said a word, happy with just watching the group enjoy each other. As you watched the group laugh cheerfully you didn’t notice Miyamura had his eyes on you the whole time.

The end of the day came sooner than you expected.

The group assignment left you feeling a little more connected to the group. Your fears were proven untrue, the group had wordlessly included you in the group project and no conversations turned awkward after you spoke.

By the time you left school the sky was beginning to turn a slight orange. Miyamura walked by your side as the two of you walked towards his bakery, something he had begun to do occasionally after school. Oftentimes it was when he promised to bake you something.

You stare out the window of the bakery, watching as a group of middle schoolers walk past, laughing with each other. You’re lost in thought, not noticing Miyamura had taken a seat in front of you.

“What’s up?”

“What?” You turn away from the window to see Miyamura has his full attention on you.

“You look like you have something on your mind. Did something happen earlier?” He asks.

“Oh, no not really. It’s just that..” You hesitate, trying to figure out how to formulate your words.

Miyamura says nothing, waiting for you to collect yourself. The whole time his eyes are on you, a gentle smile on his lips. You can’t help but feel at ease around him.

“When I was little, there was this boy. I heard from other kids that he was a loner, so I befriended him. Not long after though I had to move and leave him behind. Every time I hang out with you guys I feel guilty, like I don’t deserve to be happy after I left him alone, you know?” You stare down at the table and fiddle with your fingers. You know Miyamura would disagree with you, but you were still scared.

Miyamura hums, processing what you just said. Part of him was happy, you remembered him! Well, you partially remembered him. If you truly remembered him you would’ve known he was that boy you befriended. Had he really changed so much to the point you didn’t recognize him?

The other part of him felt guilty. He didn’t want you to feel bad for leaving him behind, it wasn’t your fault. The past is in the past and you’re here now in the present with him. You found your way back to him and that’s all that matters.

“I don’t think he’d mind.”

You stop fidgeting with your fingers and look up at him. His eyes are still on you, unwavering. You knew he was right, but hearing him actually say it made you feel better.

“I’m sure he would’ve wanted you to make friends, and I’m sure that by now he’s found his own group of friends, so don’t feel guilty.”

His smile was contagious. You turned to look out the window and see the group of middle schoolers was long gone.

“Yea, I guess you’re right.”

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My Kind of Woman

Chapter 5: Collide

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Series summary - Your song captivates Joel the second he hears you that night in Jackson, but he struggles to work up the courage to confess his feelings. With some (very heavy) encouragement from Ellie and Tommy, you two get closer and closer until he finally thinks he’s ready.

Chapter summary - Joel makes up for the time he stood you up.

A/N: just wanted to say a big thank you for the support on this series so far! love u all<3

also im so excited for this chapter because they’re finally starting to (officially) like eachother guysss ahh

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: fluff, a few dirty thoughts (because what is this fic without them), slight language

DO NOT COPY THIS FIC IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

Also this chapter has a song..!

The next week, you have another lighter schedule - two patrols and three nights at the Tipsy Bison. Unfortunately though, your first patrol is on Monday morning at the ass-crack of dawn, and Joel can definitely tell that you’re not a morning person from it.

“So today we’re heading out to-” he begins, and you cut him off.

“I know, Joel.” You sigh heavily, getting annoyed just from that in your grumpy state. He doesn’t take it personally though, quickly deducing what’s wrong.

“Not a morning person, I take it?” He chuckles, and you just nod, taking another large swig of your coffee before screwing the lid back on and going over to May, your mare, to prep her for the patrol.

He does the same, keeping conversation light and just asking about your supplies and whatnot, still receiving a little attitude from you despite his efforts, before the two of you exit Jackson’s gates once more.

After almost an hour of riding, the sun is close to being fully risen and you find yourself watching it with awe. You never really took the time to watch the sun rise, but it really was beautiful, especially out here with no distractions or pollution to ruin the view of it.

“It’s so pretty.” You find yourself commenting, and Joel looks over at you, seeing the view which you’re talking about.

“I guess. I can think of something prettier, though.” He murmurs, staring directly at you. You turn to face him and realise what he’s done, smiling shyly before averting your gaze once more.

“So, where’s that music store you were talking about last time?” You ask.

“It ain’t this way, so I don’t think we could go today. We could try go on Thursday’s patrol, though. ‘S just a little ways past that town we cleared.” Joel replies, to which you nod.

“Guess we’ll go then.”

That morning’s patrol is fairly quick and quiet, a few straggling runners dotted around the outlook you two end up at, and nothing more.

You get back to Jackson just before lunchtime and return your horses and weapons. You’re tending to May, giving her a treat and combing her mane, when Joel enters the stables.

“Hey.” He says, voice gruff and nervous, almost.

“Hey,” you smile, turning to face him, “what’s up?”

“Nothin’, just.. It’s lunchtime.”

You nod slowly, a little confused. He picks up on this and sighs.

“Wanted to ask if you.. if you wanted to come over for lunch. Ellie’ll be there too… Thought it might be nice.” He mumbles, not able to meet your eye as he braces himself for rejection.

“That sounds great! I’d have to get changed and stuff, so I could be over in maybe.. Half an hour?” You say, smile wider now, and he finally looks back up at you, trying to hide his surprise.

“Yeah- yeah. That sounds good. See you then.” He says, giving you a wry smile before leaving you in the stables, hurrying back home to get everything ready for you. It was a last minute decision, and he was honestly already regretting it, but he just wanted to spend more time with you. Even though the two of you had just spent almost 4 hours together, he needed more.

Ellie’s surprised to see him in such a rush, and to see him in the kitchen actually cooking something for once.

“Dude.. what are you doing?” She laughs as she watches him pull out a pot and almost throw open the fridge door.

“I invited her over for lunch. Dunno what I was thinking.” He grumbles, squeezing his eyes together and pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation when Ellie cheers and whoops excessively.

“You finally did it! Oh my god. It only took you 10 years.” She smirks, sitting at the island and watching him grab the most random ingredients, as if they’ll make something good when he puts them together. Her brows furrow before pity floods her system, and she gets up with a deep sigh.

“Okay, what are you actually doing..?” She says, rounding the island and coming to his side.

“I don’t.. I don’t know,” he sighs, “this is gonna be shit.”

“Not if I can help it.” She says, determined to not let this fail. “Just.. gimme 20 minutes and I can make something good.”

“You want any help, or-”

“No! You have to go get ready for your date!” She says abruptly, cutting him off and grinning slyly when he starts going red at her words.

“It’s not a date.. She’s just coming over for lunch. You’re gonna be here anyway…” He mutters, turning and going upstairs to get ready nonetheless.

“You keep telling yourself that, old man.” She smirks, getting herself busy with the cooking.

20 minutes later, Joel comes downstairs freshly shaved and changed into some better clothes than the ones he wore for patrol.

Ellie lets out a low whistle when she sees him. “Wowwww, you actually look half-decent for once. Well done.” She teases, to which he just rolls his eyes.

“What’d you make? Actually looks half-decent.” He smirks as he comes to see what Ellie’s cooked up.

“I made this spaghetti for us, and it looks more than decent to me, thank you very much.”

–

Just breathe.

You keep repeating that in your mind as you walk down the street to Joel’s home. Overthinking, as always, but trying to quell your thoughts when you reach his front porch and make your way up the steps. You clench your fists, taking a deep breath before raising your hand and knocking on the door. It’s opened surprisingly quickly by a very eager Ellie, ushering you inside and informing you that Joel’s just finishing up in the kitchen. You start up some conversation with Ellie as the two of you sit at the table, waiting for Joel. He approaches with the food and your breath catches in your throat when you see him.

He looks fucking beautiful.

He’s wearing a different shirt, one you’ve never seen him in before. It’s a deep green, with the sleeves rolled up just past his forearms and exposing even more skin which you try your hardest not to salivate over, and it’s tucked into his jeans. The jeans are criminally tight on him and you quickly avert your gaze when you catch yourself almost eyeing his bulge, finally meeting his eyes.

“Joel. Hi.” You breathe, and he gives you an equally flustered greeting.

You had just changed into one of your better sweaters and some jeans. Both of them hugged your body perfectly, showing off your curves. The sweater was off-shoulder so it showed off your collarbones as well.

You guessed the outfit was a good choice when Joel’s brain visibly short-circuits at the sight of you, and he blinks a few times before he even realises you’ve said something to him, greeting you back and setting the food down.

“Ohh, damn it. You know what I just remembered? Dina actually wanted to see me like… now. So I guess I’m gonna have to leave you guys here. So sorry.” Ellie smirks, clearly not guilty in the slightest as she gets up from the table and makes her way to the front door.

“Have a nice lunch, you two.”

Joel looks like a deer in headlights, still standing by the table as Ellie leaves, the door swinging shut and leaving the two of you in silence.

“I’m gonna just.. grab some forks.” He mumbles, and you nod, watching him leave and trying not to focus on how good his ass looks in those jeans.

After giving himself a silent pep talk in the kitchen, he returns with the forks and sits across from you at the table.

At first, the conversation is a little slow. Mundane topics like what else have you been up to and the weather’s been looking good recently but eventually, you get into a flow, moving from topic to topic, laughing together and having a really good time.

“This has been great, Joel. Thank you.” You say after helping him clean everything up, much to his protest - ‘you’re my guest, shouldn’t be cleanin’ up’ - but you insisted.

“Pleasure’s mine.” He smiles softly, willing himself to not get lost in your eyes again, averting his gaze quickly.

“Um.. you don’t have to leave just yet.” He starts, and you turn back to face him.

“Got a few guitars upstairs, if you wanted to play… I know we didn’t really get to last time.” He offers shyly, and you can’t hide your grin this time. You’re finally getting to hear Joel play.

“I’d like that.” You say, and he nods, going upstairs to grab them.

He comes back and hands you one, the two of you sitting down in the living room as you strum a little.

“So, what d’you wanna play?” He asks after a minute of letting you get acquainted with the guitar.

“I actually wanted to hear you play first… If that’s okay! It’s totally fine if you don’t wanna-”

“Nah. Figure I owe it to ya.” He says, thinking of a song and taking a deep breath before starting to play. It’s a little bit of a bold choice, but he figures he could play it off if you don’t receive it well.

The dawn is breaking

A light shining through

You’re barely waking

And I’m tangled up in you

You’re stunned into silence as his deep voice cuts through the air, positively transfixed by it and his skilful playing. You’re so entranced that you barely realise the lyrics of the song, but when you do, your eyes go even wider.

But I’m open, you’re closed

Where I follow, you’ll go

I worry I won’t see your face

Light up again

Surely he doesn’t mean it. He just chose a random song. He hasn’t made the same association with it that you have. It’s just a random song.

Even the best fall down sometime

Even the wrong words seem to rhyme

Out of the doubt that fills my mind

I somehow find

You and I collide

You listen quietly as he plays all the way til the end of the song, admiring how he plays, as lost in the music as you find yourself becoming.

You finally find

You and I collide

A final strum rings through the air as he looks up at you, meeting your wide eyes with his own, hoping that you understood what he meant from the song.

You open your mouth to say something, but you’re interrupted by the front door swinging open.

The moment is lost, and you blink quickly, standing up as two voices come from the front door.

“Yeah, we can just go to the gara- oh. Hey.” Ellie says bashfully, realising she’s probably just interrupted something.

“We’re just going to my place. Sorry.” She chuckles, walking through the living room with Dina, to whom you offer a small wave. Dina’s a nice girl, you know her from the school.

As the back door closes, you look back at Joel.

“I should probably get going.” You say, offering him a small smile.

He just nods, clearing his throat to fill the silence.

“I knew you’d be good at guitar.” You comment, and he smiles back at you this time.

“Thanks, sweetheart. You want me to walk you home?” He asks as the two of you walk to the front door.

“That’s okay. I’ll see you on Thursday?” You ask as red taints your cheeks once more from that name.

“Yep. See you then.”

“Thank you for this. Bye, Joel.” You say, leaning up and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek, something you’d decided to do before you could think about it too hard, before opening the front door and leaving him once again stunned, frozen in place on the other side.

You exhale shakily, taking a second to calm your nerves before heading back home.

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[earlysunshines]

it’s getting colder baby, let me keep you warm all night.

kim dahyun x fem!reader ; fluff ; wc: 2k

summary: you show up outside dahyuns house throwing pebbles out her window and convince her to eat some instant noodles and rice with you.

warning: not proofread lol ; food mentions

a/n: um i forgot how to drive a motorcycle i’ve only rode it once a while ago and i literally forgot how everything goes so ignore the mistakes if it’s not right lol. also i'm craving some instant ramen.

dahyun hears a small pang! at her window, then shifts her gaze off of the precalculus worksheet on her desk.

her eyes fixate on the same window and a few seconds later the same sound is heard after a small pebble makes contact with the fiberglass.

the class president looks out the window, watching the familiar basketball player throw a small pebble up in the air and catch it, repeating this gesture a few times before looking up and smiling at dahyun.

you wave at her and dahyun rolls her eyes, then pushes open the window and peeks her head out from the second floor of her house.

“hi president kim!” you beam. dahyun sighs.

she furrows her brows at the athlete that stands on her lawn in that signature racer jacket and your corduroy pants and she can’t lie, you look charming. your hair is messy from the motorcycle helmet you had on and the lights from her house shine on you just right, giving her a good view of your features. dahyun is less on edge at this sudden arrival than she should be because thankfully, her parents weren’t home to see you there.

she grimaces and asks, “what do you want?”

“wanted to see you.” you admit. it makes the girl watching you from above blush.

“it’s almost six, the sun has already set.”

“makes me wanna see you even more you know? kinda lonely now that it’s getting colder.”

dahyun fights back a smile after you respond; you never fail to fluster her with your stupid compliments.

“are you busy?” you ask. dahyun nods and sighs,

“studying for the precalc test.”

you snicker, “isn’t that next week?”

“yeah.”

“oh come on, you’re such a nerd. come with me, i’ll have you back by eight.” you pry, looking up at her from the lawn and giving her a desperate, tempting look that makes her sigh.

she gives in and rolls her eyes. “fine. wait there.”

dahyun is glad that she had given in because of that stupid, toothy smile you give her.

the class president looks at the sheet of paper on her desk for a moment, then shakes her head as she grabs the phone next to it and puts it in the pocket of her sweatpants. she walks over to her closet and grabs a pink wool sweater, then heads out the door of her room and down the stairs.

you’re silently judging the uneven lawn of the neighbor’s house when dahyun finally walks out her front door. she locks it and walks over to you, failing to hide that adorable smile of hers.

“hi miss president.” you beam, grinning at her cheekily.

she rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. “what do you have planned?” she asks.

“gosh, you sound wary.” you chuckle, “i’m not going to do anything bad. i just wanted to see you, it’s a friday night.”

dahyun looks away from you bashfully and bites her lip.

“anyway, come on let’s go!” you say enthusiastically, “i took my uncle’s motorcycle here, figured you’d wanna be close to yours truly.” you tease. dahyun giggles (and her cheeks warm, but she’ll use her giggles as a cover-up) and follows you over to the black motorcycle. before she gets on, you hand her a helmet.

“thanks.” dahyun mumbles.

“safety first! i don’t want that top-of-the-class brain of yours to be damaged.” you say, and you also want to say that you don’t want her pretty face to be ruined either, but that’s pretty bold.

you situate yourself on the motorcycle and dahyun sits behind you, hugging your waist securely and feeling her cheeks flush in the act. you smile to yourself when you ease into her touch, and her chest pressing into your back while she holds you close makes your heart beat faster as you start the engine and ride off.

her head—well, the helmet she has one—leans against your shoulder during the five-minute ride, and it’s the best feeling you’ve had in a while.

to be honest, it was clear that you were into dahyun; you just never had the guts to do anything about it since you assumed she was out of your league. despite this, you still managed to get yourself out the house after a rough moment and naturally, you found yourself inching to wherever dahyun was. she helped you collect your thoughts, helped you relax and simply exist with almost no stress whatsoever.

you stop near a convenience store and take off your helmets. you send a smirk to dahyun and tilt your head in the direction of the store, she follows you as you walk towards it and inside.

“grab anything you want, on me.” you assure. dahyun looks at you in confusion, then shakes her head.

“you’re crazy.” she starts, “i have apple pay, i can get my own—”

“nope, everything on me or i’m taking you back.”

“you’re the one who wanted me to tag along so badly!”

“that’s why i’m paying, and you being here with me means i’m your problem and so i might as well treat you for distracting you from your little nerd activities.” you argue. dahyun sighs and before she can argue back, you raise your brows, making the words die down at her throat.

“fine.”

the two of you walk out the store with a bowl of instant noodles mixed with rice, and some coffee. you even bought a pastry for dahyun, secretly of course.

you situate yourselves at a nearby table near the convenience store, which is illuminated by the light of a lamp that’s directly above. you’re grateful for the light, it lets you see the pink that dusts her cheeks.

dahyun opens the spoons and you grab your cup of ice, then pour some iced coffee in it. dahyun tilts her head when you pour strawberry milk in it, watching the slight pink of the milk swirl in with the dark brown of the coffee.

“is that a good mix?” she asks while you stir the straw around.

“very, best thing i’ve ever tried.” you respond, “try some.” you urge, holding out the cup for her to take. she looks at you and then back at the cup, then shyly takes a sip and lights up when the flavors process on her tongue.

“y/n, you’re right.” she mutters, looking back at you with surprise. you giggle and push the cup towards her.

“you can have the rest, seems like you really enjoy it.”

“are you sure? it’s your drink.”

“well, unless you want to kiss me indirectly—which i wouldn’t mind…—you can give it back to me. besides, i drink this like, every other day so…”

“you wouldn’t mind?” dahyun asks, feeling her heart pang against her chest. you look down at your lap before your eyes timidly shift back up, your jaw tenses a bit before you respond,

“it sounds like you don’t want me to mind,” you joke (it’s not a joke), “anyway, i’m hungry, let’s eat.”

dahyun pretends to ignore your bold comment and nods, handing you a spoon. you take the cover off the bowl and lick your bottom lip, watching the steam from the noodles and rice dissolve into the air. dahyun takes a bite of the food and practically melts, sighing as the warmth of it spreads through her body.

you laugh before taking a bite after and furrowing your brows, making dahyun giggle even as she’s still chewing on her food.

after she swallows the noodles and rice, she reaches over and playfully hits your forearm. “stop looking so stupid, i almost choked!” she scolds with a smile, “you’re an idiot.”

“what? it’s good food! you looked even cut— more stupid.” you tease, catching yourself before you slip up and compliment her again.

the two of you continue to eat your food, sharing small anecdotes from your day in between every couple of bites. dahyun makes you laugh a lot, and you make her laugh just as much. being with her really gets you out of your previous, mellow mood.

“y/n,” dahyun says after the second to last bite. you take a sip of the coffee that you two ended up sharing and both of you pretended to ignore the fact that it was basically indirectly kissing with each sip.

“yes?” you respond curiously.

“why did you take me out? i mean—well, why did you decide to hang out with me y’know? i thought you were pretty close with jeongyeon.” she asks, looking you dead in the eye.

you shy away from the eyes that drill away into yours and pretend to busy yourself by stirring the straw around in the half-empty cup of coffee.

“i just… like being around you.” you shrug. “and i like annoying you.”

“you, you do?”

“of course i do dahyun.” you admit, now looking at her. “i just… i don’t know, you’re different than a lot of people.”

“i can’t be that different y/n, you have to elaborate.” dahyun presses, eager to know more about what you think of her. maybe you think she’s as endearing and charming as you are, maybe.

“do i haaavveee to?” you groan, but in a playful manner. dahyun notices your leg bouncing up and down from the side, and the way you avoid her eye contact again.

“is there something you don’t want to elaborate on?”

you pause, then stutter, “i— i just, i don’t know. i just like being around you, you know? i’ve been kind of… overwhelmed. when i’m with you i don’t feel like that at all, i feel really at peace.”

dahyun looks at you with shock. “i feel that way around you too.”

“no, no, it’s just… different…” you sigh.

“how?”

you decide to give in, just her look is enough to keep you from thinking straight.

“ever since we got paired for that project and got closer i guess i found myself growing fond of you.” you say shyly, “i like being around you and it’s scary, i find myself thinking of you all the time.”

“y/n i—”

“it’s so scary dahyun. you’re so pretty and smart and i’m just good at sports and an average student. sometimes i feel like, no, i know you’re out of my league—”

dahyun interjects and cuts you off, “stop, seriously.”

“w-what?”

“you’re anything but out of my league.” dahyun guarantees, “y/n you’re so cute and funny and sweet to me and i feel exactly how you’ve been feeling.”

“are you,” you begin, looking at her in disbelief. “you’re joking, there’s no way.”

“y/n i like you a lot, i’ve liked you since that time you ran into me in the hall and fell down against the lockers”

now your mouth is agape, you’re in utter shock, honestly. “are you serious? i probably looked so stupid—”

“no you looked really cute apologizing and you’re so stupid and such and idiot and i think that’s why you’re so adorable.”

your cheeks are literally burning after she says that, and then you laugh after fully processing her words. “well thanks, class president.”

dahyun laughs with you and grabs the coffee cup, she takes a sip and raises her brows, growing a little nervous as she looks at you with flushed cheeks.

“well… you said you think of me a lot… well, do you ever think of direct kisses with me?” dahyun questions.

you laugh and look at her now crimson cheeks, her eager eyes, and then her—now very alluring—lips.

“a couple of times.” you admit bravely, “would you mind a direct one?”

“not at all.” she says, smiling.

[boobearymuch]

Sweeter Than Coffee

Summary: He was his own worst enemy, he knew this. His friends knew this. And as annoying as it might seem, he promised them to try. Leon could at least have the decency to pretend to be interested in this date. That’s when he heard it. His name. At first a question, then a statement loud enough to finally grab his attention. And – oh wow, are you his date? Tags: Leon S. Kennedy/gn!reader, fluff, light angst, mentions of anxiety and insomnia, first date fluff, blind date Word Count: 2k Read on AO3

Notes: Another upload from ao3!! Writing some new stuff though, maybe sneak peek soon ? (it's a plagas!Leon fic hehe)

Fuck.

Just one night. Was just one night of sleep too much to ask for? Surely of all days his fucked up sleep schedule decided to wreak havoc, it just had to be this one, didn’t it? So much for a fresh beginning, Leon thought darkly. Well, if the agent were being honest with himself he knew he’d fuck this up; to think he ever thought otherwise is a total joke. And – speaking of jokes – Leon swore he heard his love life die out in a pathetic gurgle as the coffee shop came into view. Jesus, he hoped it was the right one. When he left his apartment he initially took off in the wrong direction, muscle memory taking him in the direction of work instead of the date he promised his meddlesome coworkers he would go on. At this point, it would probably be less humiliating to say he never showed up than admit he arrived so late his date thought he never showed up. But it was too late. The door handle was right there, and after working up a sweat running to this place, he damn well deserved a coffee. 

Like most coffee places did, this one smelled heavenly. It has admittedly been a while since he last visited his usual one – the shop a few blocks from his apartment that also served Cuban sandwiches – and the smell of coffee beans was almost enough to make Leon forget how irritated he was. Almost. His expression dropped into its usual frown now as he allowed himself to catch his breath and survey the room. He couldn’t help but look predatory as his frosty gaze lingered at the counter, then to the many small tables dotted around the room. Was this a waste of his time? Were you even here? His coworker seemed to think he’d get along with you, for whatever reason, but looking for you now had him second guessing. It’s been a while since he’d been on a date. A long, long while. And assuming he didn’t fuck this up and you were still here, he might end up talking himself out of it anyway. I mean, maybe it wasn’t too late. Leon could spin on his heel right now and leave, maybe walk to the park with a sandwich…

He was his own worst enemy, he knew this. His friends knew this. And as annoying as it might seem, he promised them to try. Leon could at least have the decency to pretend to be interested in this date. That’s when he heard it. His name. At first a question, then a statement loud enough to finally grab his attention. And – oh wow, are you his date? 

Leon only caught a glimpse of you prior to the meeting thanks to a grainy photo on his coworker’s flip phone. But nothing could have prepared him for the vision waving at him shyly, an uncertain smile reaching your lips. “Hi,” He said, unable to take his eyes off you, “I’m Leon.” He didn’t even know when he moved close enough to grab the chair opposite you. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” Your excitement reached your eyes, and a sudden wave of guilt overcame Leon for his idea about leaving just moments ago. God – you look nice. Like, really nice. Should he have tried harder than a t-shirt and jeans? He prayed to god his shirt wasn’t inside out, but hopefully the bomber jacket covered that negligence. Hopefully. Shit, did he wash it? It takes him a moment to realize you’re talking again, snapping himself free of thoughts of dirty laundry and instead on the cup you pushed toward him. Like some sort of angel, you’ve already bought his coffee. “It’s got cream and sugar, I hope that’s okay. I wasn’t sure how you took yours…” 

Usually, Leon drank his coffee black. Not necessarily because he liked it, but rather out of convenience more than anything. Sometimes it’s all they have on missions, and when you’re pulling all-nighters in freezing temperatures, hot (albeit bitter) coffee is a blessing. He remembers his manners long enough to thank you, before taking a gentle sip. It’s sweet, and he’s not used to it, but he drinks it gratefully after the night he’s had. Which reminds Leon of his predicament. “I’m sorry for being late.” He began sincerely and lowered his gaze to watch your hands wrap around the paper coffee cup, “It’s kind of…lame, but I slept in by accident.” The bouts of insomnia haven’t gone away since returning from Spain. 

But you don’t seem to mind, and only let out a small, “Mm, it’s alright. I was late too, so it worked out.” A blush reached your face – embarrassed – and Leon felt an invisible weight lift off his achy shoulders. You could have chosen to keep that to yourself, Leon would be none the wiser, but you didn’t. Perhaps his confidence was finally returning to him, but he had to know. 

“Oh, really? What’s your excuse?” 

The way you peered down at your coffee to avoid his teasing made him want to reach over and direct your warm gaze back at him. “You’re gonna think it’s ridiculous, but…” You tell him. It was a damn hummingbird. Walking over, perfectly on time, you were distracted by a hummingbird going crazy in a flowering bush. You even stopped to take pictures on your small flip phone. And Leon can’t help it, he laughs. To think he jogged down the street – haggard and unkempt – while you stopped to admire a bird. 

You smiled too, but feigned offense to his reaction. “I never see them in this part of the city.” You defended, and Leon shook his head, shoulders still shaking with a silent laugh, “What? They’re good luck, you know.”

“Mm, really?”

“Yes, actually.” You insisted while he bit back a goofy smile and took another sip of his sweet coffee, “I mean, maybe. I’ll have to see how this coffee pans out first.” You seem shy again, as if it suddenly dawned on you this was a date. Fuck, he’s so glad he came. How could Leon have gone about the rest of his day without hearing about your lucky hummingbird? And then you asked, “So – what do you do?”

Ah. He wished you had asked him about anything else. Leon’s gaze suddenly dropped to his coffee, and he thumbed it as flashes of his latest work trip came to mind. Spain, Las Plagas, Ashley. “Um, I do work for the government.” He cleared his throat, unable to focus on your reaction – on anything – when he thinks about Spain. “It’s…a lot.” It wasn’t fair. You were making each other smile just moments ago until his damn anxiety reared its ugly head again. Spain, Las Plagas, Ashley, Luis.

“The government? I can’t imagine how overworked they have you.” You sympathized, and god bless you for trying to make him lighten up. The truth is, he’s developed some odd habits since returning. Sometimes he feels his veins twitch like they remember the parasite that nearly consumed him. And if he’s wearing sleeves, he fervently pushes them up about two or three times in the same hour to check for veins. But his insomnia…that fucked with him worse. When Leon lies down to rest, he’ll be dozing off and swear he hears Ashley’s voice in the distance. It just sounds so vivid, he can’t help but get up – each and every time – to check each room, make sure they’re empty. If it happens multiple times in one night, he’ll grab his gun and do a perimeter check outside the apartment. It’s a miracle his neighbors haven’t called the police on the crazed man in pajama pants who circled the property twice a night. And when his body finally tired out from being on alert, sleep was no respite. If he dreams, he’s running through castles and empty police stations. Footsteps squelch with rainwater and blood. 

But he doesn’t tell you any of this. Spain, Las Plagas, Ashley, Luis, Krauser.

Fuck, he’s been quiet for too long. His friends warned him about being curt. “Yeah, I have to travel a lot. It’s exhausting.”

You nodded in understanding, but Leon couldn’t bring himself to look at you anymore. You probably thought he was such an asshole for switching up on you. But if you did, you didn’t show it. “Really? Traveling sounds nice. Where do they send you?” Your refusal to let him stew in his emotions tugs at his heartstrings, but he wished you’d change the subject now.

Leon laughs without humor. “Recently, Spain.” 

“Ah, not a fan of Spain then?” Your voice is softer now, the tone of your voice akin to someone approaching a wounded animal. 

  “No,” He confessed somberly, “Not really.” 

“Yeah, fuck Spain.” Your cussing caught him off guard, and he finally looks up to watch you flush with warmth as you feign hatred for the topic. “And their late night dinners. And…and paellas.”

Leon is amused by your declaration, clearly trying hard to make him smile and god he loves you for that. And, fuck, it works. “Actually,” The corners of his lips rise, “Paellas are pretty good.”

“You’re right, they really are.” You admit, which makes him huff with a laugh. 

God, he needs to get it together. Ask you something, at least. Leon was never spectacular at small talk – he quipped here and there – but holding a conversation that wasn’t about work? Hell, he was struggling to even do that. “Listen, can I ask you something?” The words leave his mouth before he can second guess himself. You tilt your head curiously, but your eyes communicate an invitation to continue. And your gaze makes him feel so nervous and warm, how can a stranger’s eyes feel this safe? He wanted to tell you everything, but not just yet. “How did you feel about coming to meet me today?” Apprehension oozed from his bones, down to his hands and the poor sleeve on his coffee cup that his blunt nails picked at. He wasn’t sure what he hoped to hear, but he knew he liked you – really liked you. Leon knew he wanted a second date the moment you mentioned the hummingbird. God, he sincerely hoped he didn’t screw this up. Was he too moody? Were you only here as a favor to your mutual friend? Did his coworker beg you to go on a date with Leon – some broken guy who can barely see the point of going to sleep anymore? 

There was no predicting what you’d tell him, but he never imagined you’d tell him, “I was nervous, of course.” You began stroking the side of your coffee with a steady thumb, “But excited? I don’t normally do this sort of thing — go on dates with strangers. But I had a good feeling about you.” Leon could melt. “I’ll admit I almost said no, but…we shouldn’t let our pasts get in the way of a new beginning, right?”

It seems he isn’t the only one worried about baggage. “Yeah, that’s right.” For the second time that day relief washed over him, dropping his shoulders at least by an inch after hearing your sweet response. “I would have had a really shitty morning otherwise.” A beat, and then he’s opening up like a flower in May. “I’m glad I’m spending it with you.” With you, this angel who can somehow read him like an open book and say things like fuck paellas and emotional baggage. And you’re smiling so warmly at him how could he not want more mornings like this with you. 

But it ends all too soon, and you’re hugging him goodbye, and he hopes your scent lingers, and you’re trading numbers, and you poke fun at his beat up phone, but yours is worse. You part ways, and he can’t help but look back over his shoulder to watch you walk away. For the last several moments with you, it’s like Leon forgot the ache in his heavy chest was because of Spain, Las Plagas, Ashley, Luis, Krauser –

It was peaceful in your arms – for just a moment – nothing plagued his mind. And it was all because of you, you, you.

[aishnico]

so ummm... is the slash angst ready? 😶‍🌫️

#𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙃: 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦

» summary: slash finally realizes that he caught feelings for his friend with benefits. does he really think so, though?

» word count: 2k

» warnings: nsfw content [implied smut, nudity], smoking, angst with no happy ending, that one gossip girl reference, grammar issues

» a/n: i’m truly sorry for posting this after so many months, actually i was writing two more different versions of the promised angst but eventually i didn’t like them so i wrote from the start again, also the college life is pretty tiring soo ❤️‍🩹

saul hudson didn’t have many serious relationships. almost all of them ended in an unpleasing way and quickly. 

he is a guitarist from a famous rock band. his and their popularity grow more each day. they tour around the country and the world. that means he spends most of his time on roads and rehearsals. 

so why would he be in an established relationship? groupies and one-night stands were enough for him.

that was what he believed in before spending one particular night with you about a week ago, a one-night stand turned into a friend with benefits later. this situation was still unusual to him.

“i think it’s bullshit,” you commented on his thoughts about relationships while trying to light your cigarette. “you can always find some time for someone, it’s just your ass is lazy, that’s all.”

“you talk like an expert, have you ever dated someone before?” he replied, lying on your messy bed which happened during your sexual activities. he tapped your exposed waist to grab your unsmoked cigarette. you handed it to him then got up to open your balcony door for fresh air. the room was filled with the smell of sex and smoke.

“no, but don’t think about only relationships. think about your friends and family. get it now?” 

he didn’t reply as his eyes wandered on your naked back while puffing smoke, thinking of a possible nth round with you.

you felt his hungry eyes on your body while pouring him a glass of water, and putting it on top of the nightstand next to him. he muttered a “thanks”

“aren’t you tired? you have a rehearsal tomorrow. you can’t be late. i don’t wanna hear any more complaints from your annoying carrot friend.”

“pfft!” he started to laugh as water spilled from his mouth. you just huffed in annoyance as you watched your bed getting dirtier. “what i am going to do with you..?”

you decided to take a shower so you left him alone in your room. just when you turned the warm water on, you heard heavy sounds coming from outside.

you wrapped your body with a towel then rushed to the window to check what was going on. he was already standing in front of it, sighing loudly as he puffed his almost-finished cigarette.

the rain…

“why are you not closing the doors, do you want my place to be soaked?!” you frowned as closed the door of the balcony immediately.

“‘m sorry, it’s just outside looks fascinating. the dark sky, yellow street dim lights, the rain…”

a soft sigh left your mouth, and then a comfortable silence filled the room while you two were admiring the usual, crowded l.a. view. he coughed then walked to another cross of the room, looking for something. 

“what are you looking for?”

he didn’t answer as he put his jeans back on, then his belt. you walked next to him with big steps.

“you’re kidding, right? you can’t just leave the house with your sweaty shirt and leather jacket.”

“i’ll get in a cab,” he avoided eye contact while wearing his wrinkled shirt. he pushed you to the side quickly, heading to the door.

“you’ll get sick, saul. you can just stay until the rain eases or stops.”

“why do you care though?” he managed to catch your guard off. you coughed, getting in front of him to face him.

“because we’re friends, and i wouldn’t be happy if one of my friends got sick. c’mon, let’s take a shower together. maybe the rain will stop at that time.” you gently grabbed his hand, then guided him to your bathroom. he couldn’t protest, not when he was taken aback by your words.

friends…

is it a true word to describe your relationship?

could he still continue to call you a friend when you try to be good and sweet for him so he could receive the pleasure he deserves after a tiring day?

could he still continue to call you a friend when you give him the most adorable eyes and smiles both in sex and other times, when you try to be intimate with him as much as you can, when you almost shower him with all of your love, making him feel wanted for a good reason and safe?

he wasn’t used to it, he might fucked some of his girl friends a couple of times -maybe when they were drunk- but it was different with you. it wasn’t just sex,

it was an urge to build a new deep, lasting bond with the right person he has come to love.

he was ready to burn all the old pages so he could create new ones with you and fill them with new memories that deserved to be remembered even in an old age.

however, something was stopping him.

and he knew why.

“you’re a fucking pussy, that’s why.” his bandmate, izzy, muttered between a cigarette on his lips. “you’re just afraid to break up with her afterwards just like you did with other girls before.”

“i don’t know, man, i really want to try this but i don’t want her to feel alone or neglected. i don’t want to screw up things like before.” he buried his face in his hands. his dark, curly hair tickling some parts of his face.

“then call her often, write her letters i don’t know, man! just try to do something beyond yourself for once!” izzy was already done with his shit so he put out his cigarette and then left the recording room, leaving his friend behind with complicated thoughts. 

the next day he was going to ask you out.

he thought there was no point in waiting more. he’s not the most outspoken man but for once he was confident enough to spill everything. hell, he even bought a bouquet of roses for you, nothing could stop him except-

“i have a date today, let’s meet at my place tonight as usual.” was what you said before you left him standing there speechless, the bouquet falling from his hands slowly -glad that you didn’t pay attention enough to see what he bought for you just minutes ago-

where did he go wrong? was he too late? god, he wished he wasn’t too late and your date went awful. unfortunately-

“i don’t want to have sex with you anymore, saul.” you cleared your throat while puffing the smoke from your lips. suddenly, your sweaty naked body felt cold to him.

“why?” he knew the answer, yet he was asking anyway.

you tried to shift from your space but his big arms held you firmly there, even pulling to himself a little bit. “my date went well today so i'm seeing someone now. it won’t be good to continue our… sexual activities, yes.”

he didn’t answer anything, he just held you in his arms, burying his face in the crook of your neck. his curly messy hair tickling you a little bit. 

“it was our last time together. we can either continue to be friends or stop talking.”

“what would you prefer, though?” he asked, voice coming out in a low tone, almost like a whisper.

“i would love to still be friends with you. you’re fun and silly, i like that in you.”

he turned your body sideways so he could face you. his mouth hanging open, calloused fingers tracing on your cheek. the risky words are leaving his mouth finally. 

“can you still see me as a normal friend, even after our most intense moments together? can you still see me as a normal friend when i made you come countless times like no one before? can you still see me as a normal friend when our hands were intertwined while kissing like there was no tomorrow? can you-“

“please shut up?” you suddenly managed to free yourself from him. then got up on your legs, looking at him annoyed.

“i see, you have no intention to move on. well, so let it be. we’re not fucking or friends anymore.” just when you decided to go to the bathroom, he caught your right hand with a quick move, maybe a little bit harshly. he then slowly made you sit on the bed again, releasing your hand. 

“all of this time, i was running from the thing i’ve never managed to experience fully. i was just making excuses to not try to bond with others romantically, but you changed my whole world upside down. i don’t want to let you go, not when i really want, no, need you by my side. let’s start everything from the start, just you and me-“

“no! listen to me, you’re just confused and lying to yourself!” you shouted and interrupted him. “you, you just want everything to be under your hand and reach them whenever you want, that’s all! i can’t be your side piece forever, i don’t want to…”

“me neither! that’s what i’m saying now!” your aggression was passed to him now. “you’re not my side piece and i don’t want you to think like that. you mean much more to me.”

your eyes got filled, still not looking at his breathless face. words coming out of you like a mutter as you covered your puffy eyes with your right hand. “we can’t be together. nobody can be together with a rockstar, not forever. they always end in the most tragic way possible. i don’t want to be hurt by you, nor you hurt by me. i don’t want alcohol, drugs, and girls to get between us. answer me, can you give up on all of them?” 

“yes, i can give up on girls. i don’t want any other girl besides you in my life. you’re all i want and need.”

“what about alcohol and drugs?”

could he really give up on them? he spent too many years with them, so could he just throw them away from his life? he tried to go to rehab a couple of times already, and none of them helped. 

“i-i don’t know,” he was trembling. “but i can surely say that i’m ready to give up on them. it’s gonna be so damn difficult but for you, it worth it.”

you didn’t reply anything to him, not sure what to say. the silence was getting more uncomfortable so he continued.

“i know the distance is gonna be a major problem. i’ll be away often and i can’t spend time with you too much. maybe i can’t be with you even when you need me. but i swear, i’ll call you and write you the sappiest shit you’ve ever read as much as i can.”

he grabbed your hands, leaning his head so he could meet with your gaze. it was pointless to avoid him so you turned your head to him. he started to caress them gently. you inhaled deeply, finally opening your mouth again.

“three words. eight letters. say it and i’m yours.”

“i, i…”

why the words he wanted to say desperately aren’t leaving his mouth? just two more words, what’s stopping him? he is so damn sure of his feelings about you, he has been thinking about it for a while. then what was it?!

then he realized that he was doing it again, lying to himself. to you and himself. 

he can’t give up on girls, he is so damn horny that he can’t keep his hands to himself even when he’s away. he’ll cheat on you. 

he can’t give up on alcohol and drugs. these two have become a part of his life. he’ll go to countless rehabs and still run to them with open arms.

he won’t call you nor write letters to you. his mind will be on something else, maybe girls, maybe alcohol, maybe drugs… you won’t be in his mind when he’s at rehearsals or on tours. 

and finally, he doesn’t love you.

like you said a couple of minutes ago, he just wants everything to be under his hand and reach them whenever he wants.

“thank you,” you let your warm tears fall from your eyes. “that’s all i needed to hear.” before he could reply, you already made your way to the bathroom, shutting the door loudly and leaving him there all alone. 

[chaithetics]

Porcelain and the Shark: Sweet Jonathan

Pairing: Stewy Hosseini x f (Roy) reader

(reader has anxiety, no use of y/n, physical descriptions or other names but does have the nickname Porcelain/Porce - due to family viewing her that way not because of complexion)

Word count: 4.6K

Prompts: "at the birth of jonathan, and even though she’s been doing therapy after she has him she really just breaks down crying because she loves him sooooo much, already and he’s only been alive for minutes. And it’s kind of her letting go of feeling like it was her fault Caroline didn’t love her. like rationally she knows she couldn’t have done anything wrong that quick but now she kinda understands something was broken in her mother to discard her so quickly. also realizes how Logan must have contributed to that bc Stewy's support was incredibly important to her labourand she knows how logan is. And she quietly loves Jonathan and has Stewy embrace her and thank her for making their family grow." + "If possible, I wanted to know a little more about when Jonathan was born, I imagine that the new parents were so in love with their baby , but how was the reaction of the rest of the family to the new and highly desired baby?"

Chapter/content warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, established relationship, anxious reader, pregnancy, scenes post-childbirth (labour/delivery is not depicted), the feels, canonical Roy chaos and pain (lmk if I've missed any!)

Authors note: Thank you so much to these 2 Nonnies for sending these prompts in! I really appreciate it and adore you both so much! They're both such great prompts, I hope you like this piece, please do let me know! Also, I haven't gone through childbirth or anything like that so I tried to keep everything pretty vague. This hasn't been proofread and post 2K I really started to dislike this and worry that it's not good 😭 Please let me know your thoughts, comments, reblogs and asks are appreciated! I love hearing from you all. Also can you tell I absolutely HATE naming things?!

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You were on the floor in the nursery that was almost completely ready, it was just waiting for the future Hosseini to arrive. There was a bookshelf in here that was really just for aesthetics at this stage, you knew it would be impractical because it wasn’t realistic that an infant would be doing a lot of reading, there was also the chance of this being a hazard for the bundle of joy that would soon be the centre of the household. The bookshelf had been bolted into the wall though and the home itself had been ‘baby-proofed’ already. 

But it was still nice you thought to have a bookshelf with all of the adorable children’s books you’d spent hours finding, reading about and then also rambling to Stewy about. You were now looking over the books again, organising them in the important system (one which you would never use for work) but what would be the highest priority to read and your favourites. 

Stewy came into the nursery. He looked around the nursery again for a second, he did it each time he came in. Genuinely amazed at what his life had become over the last few years. You heard his footsteps, you pause mid-book organising to look up at him as he walks over and leans against the changing table, watching you turn your attention back to the shelf, he thinks about it and enjoys that there are great conversations and banter but also places for comfortable silence in your relationship. Something you do as well. He revels in that for a moment before asking. “Do you need a hand?” 

“No, thank you.” Your response is quick, amusingly too quick to him. 

“Are you sure baby?” He drags the syllables out as he smiles at you, finding the quickness of your response equally amusing and intriguing. 

“Yes, honey. I have a system.” You respond and then you turn around and smirk at him seeing his grin widen more. “One that I can’t teach.” 

“Oh?” He questions somewhat teasingly but still intrigued as he raises his eyebrows at you. You hum in response. “What? Dewey? Library of Congress?” Stewy asks with a teasing smile. 

“No. But if I tell you it can’t get out.” You hum and his smile widens as he raises his eyebrows at you, waiting for you to continue. “”hat will be my favourites to read to them.” You confidently answer with your own growing smile. 

“What a scandalous system.” Stewy laughs and nods, not too surprised at the revelation. His eyes scan around and he looks at the changing table and then finds a tub of something there piquing his interest. 

“What’s this again?” He asks holding it out for you as you turn around to look at it. 

“Diaper change cream.” You quickly answer smiling at your husband. “Think baby powder alternative for that area.” 

“Right… And remind me again why we need an alternative to baby powder?” He questions as he studies it. 

“Babies shouldn’t breathe in the powder particles and there are medical concerns and debate over talc.” You and Stewy had both done a lot of research and prep for this but it was stuff like this that you had read more on than him. 

“Talc?” Stewy raises an eyebrow as he looks at the bottle of cream. 

“Some research says it's carcinogenic. Talc’s the big player in baby powder ingredients, the culprit ingredient in those Johnson and Johnson lawsuits.” You finish off, knowing that that will ring a bell for him and it does as he quickly nods. 

“It’s kind of sickening how good I’ll be at diaper changes.” He says in a deadly serious tone, you look over at him and can’t help but laugh. You’re in awe and humoured by the confidence of the handsome, cocky dork you married. 

“Well with that confidence, I’m happy to leave that to you at 3 AM.” You quip back with a smirk, completely abandoning the books as you look at him. 

“Shit at that time of morning, just a Saturday morning before my reformed domesticated ways.” He smirks at you and winks. 

“Sure Stewy, sure. What was it that Roman said about your lifestyle…?” His eyebrows raise as he exhales, shaking his head but your grin just grows.  

“Roman misquoted me-” 

“Uh-huh. Of course, he did, you certainly didn’t happen to make the mistake of not just talking about but talking to my siblings about the-.” You smugly say before he cuts you off. 

“Well even though he’s a loose cannon, you know it means you don’t ever need to worry about Roman’s career prospects. The narc will always have the pathway option of a police informant.” Stewy retorts, somewhat proud of himself for thinking of that on the spot despite the fact he’d thought it about a dozen times since that conversation with Roman and Kendall had gotten back to you. 

“You were down bad, years before becoming a reformed married, soon-to-be family man.” You quickly respond. 

It’s true and you both know it. He was bad for it and you imagine if things hadn’t been so complicated with your family you’d have been married a lot earlier than what had happened in this universe. You wondered what that would’ve been like. 

“What is baby powder meant to do anyways? Is it like powdered baby cologne?” He quickly questions. It might sound like an intentional conversation change to the ears of others but his short attention span prompts it and you know that. 

The question’s been triggered by his attention going back to the cream in his hands, you watch his eyes scan over the label curiously for any and all information. He then looks up from the product and his doe eyes that you’re in love with bore into yours. He looks so handsome like this, the softer night lighting just illuminates it. You’re so in love with him. You smirk to yourself briefly before responding as his smile grows. 

“It’s meant to scare away the boogeyman.” You reply nonchalantly. 

“Babe, your dad doesn’t live here. I think we’re good.” He says it with his eyebrows raised and a signature Stewy Hosseini teasing smile on his face. 

You chuckle at that and roll your eyes as he places the cream down and walks over to kiss you as you then feel a small popping sensation. 

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You felt warm, covered in sweat which plastered your hair to your face and neck. You’d had a firm grip on Stewy’s hand for hours now. Stewy was stroking your arm softly with his free hand as he pressed a delicate kiss to the top of your head as you both watched the nurse bring Jonathan over. 

He’d fortunately been declared a healthy baby boy by the doctor and you smiled at that, your hand was still in Stewy’s but your grip relaxed a little as the worry in your body left at that, you’d been somewhat anxious as Jonathan was 2 weeks early but the doctors and nurses had assured you that was normal, you knew it was right but even with therapy, an anxious brain still doesn’t always accept logic. 

“What a good set of lungs he has.” The nurse says with a smile as she places the still crying infant into your slightly shaky arms. 

Your body shakes a little for a couple more seconds, you suppose that it’s a combination of the exhaustion from labour and the nerves of that whole process and now meeting your sweet boy. You feel your nerves stabilise after a few seconds, as you watch him, it must be part of that maternal instinct. He’s pressed into you and he’s so small and delicate in your arms, you can’t help but smile largely as you watch him. 

“Hey, hey, hello sweetie, you’re so perfect.” You coo at him as you smile widely, he then finishes crying and you giggle a little at that. 

“He really is.” Stewy says with a small chuckle as he looks down at the sweet little baby you created together and he then presses a gentle kiss to the top of your forehead. 

Jonathan’s eyes open at the sound of his parents voices above him and he looks up at you. You can’t help but feel stunned and in awe of how your sweet little boy is looking at you with the same big brown eyes as Stewy and he appears to have the same dark locks as his father as well. He looks at you and returns the smile you’re directing at him which makes both yours and Stewy’s hearts explode. The love and awe you’re in over Jonathan is so encompassing, that nothing else matters and nothing could take away or ruin the joy of Jonathan’s existence. 

Jonathan’s large, curious brown eyes flicker around the surroundings and its clear that his gaze is happier when it focuses on you and Stewy, especially when hearing your voices as you gently coo at him. It’s only a couple of minutes of the three of you being in this bubble, pretty oblivious to everything going on outside until Jonathan’s fallen into a peaceful slumber. 

You bring him up slightly to kiss his head softly and quietly chuckle at how peaceful he looks. You’re amazed at him. Stewy wipes his eyes, being equally filled with adoration as he moves his hand from your arm for a moment to perch himself on the side of the bed next to you and press another kiss to your forehead as he stroke’s Jonathan’s little cheek. 

In Jonathan’s slumber his hand raises a little and Stewy moves his hand towards it and Jonathan’s small fingers instinctively wrap around one of Stewy’s fingers. It’s such a beautiful sight and it’s amazing how small Jonathan is and how his hand doesn’t even cover all of just one of Stewy’s fingers. 

It’s a pure domestic sight. 

Love is coursing through each fibre of your being for your husband next to you and your newborn son in your arms. It’s such a sweet moment, the whole experience had been honestly. You tilt your head to look at Stewy for a moment, one hand of his gently placed on your arm and the other still there and while Jonathan has his fingers wrapped around Stewy you know that Stewy’s the one wrapped around his finger already. 

Nobody could understand your parents. You never understood your parents. A confusing phenomenon as you’d gotten older but you really don’t get them right now, in this moment. Jonathan’s only minutes old and you’re so in love, he’s perfect, he’s done nothing wrong and even if he had done something wrong- he’s just a child, deserving of love. 

You and your siblings had always been made to believe that there was something wrong with you, raised to be poisoned instead of loved so that as adults you’d believe dysfunction was where you thrived. Caroline and Logan had set you all up to fail from the start. You’d always felt like that it was your fault that Caroline had never loved you, maybe she did in a twisted, absent way you supposed but she’d never loved you how a mother was supposed to love and protect their child. You wondered how she could feel that way about you and your siblings when you felt nothing but love for your child. How she felt was on her, it had nothing to do with you. You were a child and a child that deserved better. 

Tears start to burn your eyes and you try to blink them away quickly, willing yourself not to cry. This realisation and the tenderness and love that Stewy already had and had no problem showing for the baby you shared was starting to hit pretty hard. You knew he was a better man than your father, you’d promised yourself you would never marry anyone who reminded you of Logan Roy, let alone continue that cycle. But it was such a stark contrast seeing Stewy this way, so in love with Jonathan and so supportive to you compared to how your father had been with you or any of your siblings and the relationship he had with Caroline. 

The tears stream down your cheeks and you begin to cry, it’s all a lot to process and you know the environment, medications and hormones are probably heightening everything. You try to hold back on it but you end up choking on your sobs until it all comes out. You’re still securely holding onto Jonathan as your body shakes with your crying, you can feel the warm tears plastering themselves onto your cheeks like cement. 

“Hey, hey baby. What’s wrong?” Stewy asks as he wraps his arms around you, pressing you against him while making sure you and Jonathan are both secure and physically comfortable. His voice is gentle but laced with concern and you can feel that in his comforting body.

“He’s just so perfect-” You say in between sobs, trying to regulate your breathing but it’s not doing much. “I just love him so much already and- and well, I just don’t get it. How a mother couldn’t…” You say as you continue to cry. 

Stewy knows exactly what you mean, ever since he first befriended Kendall Roy he’s known that there was something extremely wrong with Logan Roy and Caroline Collingwood. He knew you weren’t like them and he was glad that you were able to accept that your childhood and those relationships weren’t your fault. For your love of your son to prove that. 

He continued to hold you while you cried, placing gentle kisses all over your head and whispering to you. “I love you so much, you’re already an incredible mom. You are good. You didn’t deserve any of that. Him and I both love you so much already.” He lifts one hand up to stroke your cheek as he looks down at Jonathan who is still sleeping then looks back into your eyes. “He was so happy when he saw your face and heard your voice.” He laughs a little at that with a sweet, soft expression on his face. You nod a little, biting your lip as a small laugh comes out as your tears slow down. 

“I love you.” You say to Stewy softly as your breathing evens out a bit more now. 

“I love you more.” Stewy says softly, he presses a gentle kiss to your lips. “Thank you. You’ve made our family grow, literally. You’re perfect, and he’s perfect just like you.” Stewy says pressing a kiss to your forehead. You’ve stopped crying now and you lean a little more into Stewy as you both watch Jonathan sleep until a nurse eventually puts him into the nearby cot, insisting that you and Stewy both need your sleep. 

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“Hey, hey baby…” Connor says softly as he walks in to your room with a gentle smile. He has a small gift bag of something in one of his hands and a large bouquet of flowers in the other. 

“Con?” 

“Hey. I hope it’s not too early, I just needed to see how you were ASAP.” He says and chuckles anxiously a little. You can’t help but smile in return at him, it was early but you couldn’t be upset about it Connor was easy to be around and a gift of a sibling. But you knew that if it was a regular hospital he would’ve been escorted away for it not being visiting hours yet. 

“It’s fine… I’m glad you’re here Con.” You say tiredly, his smile grows a little at that and his shoulders relax. You’d never been to him but he had been worried about intruding, he’d spent his whole life feeling like an intrusion to a private conversation at a party that he wasn’t invited to but everybody else was. 

“How are you doing?” He asks. 

“I’m okay… tired.” You respond with a smile and a small tired laugh looking over briefly at your husband who is still somewhat peacefully sleeping. As peacefully as you can in a hospital with a literal newborn. 

“Yeah, I can only imagine…” Connor says as he comes over. “Wow, so that’s the little fella?” 

You nod with a large smile as you look over at Jonathan sleeping. Connor’s face lightens up even more as he looks at Jonathan. He quietly coos at the little boy and that melts your heart a bit more. Connor had always been more of a father to you than Logan had ever been. It made sense that he’d be the first of your family to visit, unsurprisingly but unknown to you Connor had essentially been camping out to visit as soon as Stewy had texted him that your water had broken. 

“Do you want to hold him?” You asked. Connor looked over at you somewhat surprised. 

“Are you sure?” You chuckled a little at that. 

“Of course. You had plenty of experience with all of us. An experienced natural.” He smiled at that and carefully lifted Jonathan up into his arms, supporting his small body as he swayed a little with him. 

“He’s adorable.” Connor said softly, he was speaking to you but his gaze was focused on Jonathan. He was absolutely smitten by his nephew and he knew he’d spend the rest of his life doting on the little boy. “Still Jonathan?” He asked. 

“Yeah, we decided to stick with it. He’s barely a day old but I think it suits.” You answer with a content hum. Connor nods at that smiling widely. 

It’s not long after that that another visitor waltzs in, lacking any sense of noise control and quickly waking up Stewy from his slumber next to you. 

“What up motherfuckers! I hear the newest edition has arrived?” Roman says with a smirk as he comes into the room. Connor shushes him, and Stewy’s eyes open and he shoots Roman a glare. 

“Roman!” You say quietly but pointedly, as Jonathan stirs in Connor’s arms. Connor starts to sway again and coo at Jonathan but Stewy quickly puts his arms out to hold his son. Connor gently places Jonathan in Stewy’s arms and that settles him a little bit.

Roman’s eyes have widened at the scene of seeing his nephew. He quickly walks over closer to the bed to look down at Jonathan as Connor takes a seat. Roman’s expression screws up for a moment and you look up at him confused. 

“Oh shit Porce…” Roman says and your head instantly snaps to look at Jonathan, his colour hasn’t changed, he doesn’t look like he’s in discomfort or anything but Roman’s ominous statement has unnerved you. 

“What is it Rome…?” You ask desperately. 

“When the fuck did you have the affair?” Roman boldly questions. 

“What?!” You question in shock as Stewy tiredly rolls his eyes at Roman’s dramatics. 

“I thought- I thought he was mine?! He looks NOTHING like me! He looks like him!” Roman says as he points at Stewy.

“Oh my God, Rome. Stop!” You say with a sigh not being in the mood for this. 

 “Jesus Christ, yeah, I know of people in the Bible too! But well, I think after a few years I might be able to love him like he’s my own anyway.” Roman says. Stewy’s gaze lands on Roman and Roman giggles a little as Stewy is visibly unimpressed. 

“Didn’t we have the conversation about how problematic and inappropriate that is a multitude of times during the pregnancy Rome?” Stewy asks. 

“Yeah but that was the pregnancy. Porce isn’t pregnant currently.” Roman retorts and you scoff at that. He comes over to give you a somewhat awkward side hug, he treats you like you’re a human made of the porcelain of your infamous moniker as he’s weary of the pain and state your body would be in after labour. He gives your cheek a quick kiss and you squeeze his hand as he steps back.

 Roman’s face softens a little as he looks at Jonathan, he’ll admit that the baby is cutte. He kind of wants to hold him but he’s a bit scared to do that right now with how tiny he looks. Currently Jonathan looks more fragile to him than what you do. 

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Roman hadn’t stayed for much longer, hospitals unnerved him a little and that room had quickly felt a bit too claustrophobic for him with the lack of dysfunction. Connor stayed for a while but to give you all a nap and another try at feeding. He promised to stop by again and constantly reiterated that he was just a phone call or text away. 

You were so in love with and in absolute awe of your little boy. It was so encompassing. You were’t even anxious about your father visiting. You hadn’t thought of your father yet but there was nothing that Logan could say or do that would take away or ruin the joy of the existence of Jonathan. 

Kendall had sent a congratulatory text to Stewy, along with that Rava, Sophie and Iverson were looking forward to meeting him and that Rava had already organised flowers and a gift basket which had arrived not much longer after the text had been sent. Kendall hadn’t wanted to bombard you, which was something that Rava had highlighted, you and Stewy both knew that was a sentiment that came more from Rava and the truth was that Kendall rarely made the time of day for his own children, so he wouldn’t do that for your own child. 

You weren’t too bothered by that, you didn’t imagine much could bother you when there was so much joy because of your little family. It was thoughtful of Rava and at least thoughtful in words from Kendall, you knew that Kendall loved you in his own unique way. He just had difficulty functioning outside of being the perfect cog in his father’s machine. 

You were yet to hear anything from Shiv yet, but again, that didn’t completely surprise you. 

“Hey honey, Marcia just texted that they’re coming.” Stewy says breaking you out of your thoughts. You nod and place a kiss to his temple and he yawns as he sits back up, placing his phone back into his pocket as he rubs his face tiredly. You snuggle up into his side, trying to get comfortable as you watch Jonathan sleep in the hospital cot. You still feel tired even after your nap but you can’t help but smile when looking at that small human. 

Stewy kisses the top of your head and then gets up to gently pick Jonathan up from the cot. Stewy’s often gentle with you but it’s so different seeing him that way with a tiny human, the tiny human that’s yours and his. Stewy supports his small body and smiles while looking down at Jonathan, his smile grows as Jonathan still seems at peace while in his father’s literal supportive arms. 

You smile warmly at the sight, feeling warm and cosy inside. You’re in such awe with Jonathan that you don’t even feel anxious about your father coming because frankly there isn’t anything he could say or do to take away from the perfect bundle of joy snuggled into your husbands arms. 

After about half an hour your father walks in with Marcia by his side as usual, you give them both a small smile as your gaze briefly flickers away from Jonathan in Stewy’s arms. Marcia comes over and quickly asks how you are, giving you a kiss on the cheek and warmly squeezing your hand. 

“So?” Your father quickly asks looking at the infant and Marcia gives him a pointed look. 

“This is Jonathan Hosseini.” Stewy says softly, as he rocks Jonathan gently not looking at either Marcia or Logan. Marcia smiles at that slightly. 

“Can I hold him?” Logan asks quickly. You feel Stewy tense a little at that, such a contrast to the ridiculously relaxed in stressful situations type of person that Stewy normally is. You look up at your father, his expression appears genuine but it takes you aback. You didn’t recall your father actually making an appearance like this to the hospital at Iverson’s birth let alone having an interest in either of his grandchildren from Kendall. 

“Do you want to sit down to do that? You can better support him that way.” You say rather meekly, he rolls his eyes a little at that but complies. Sitting down and Stewy carefully places Jonathan in his arms, staying nearby and Marcia smiles at the scene. 

“He looks a lot like like Stewy.” Logan says while holding the small boy. 

He had his father’s eyes, hair, face shape and nose. The shape of his mouth was the same as yours though, something Stewy had immediately pointed out not long into Jonathan’s existence. It was really the only physical feature of yours that you could see in your son, it genuinely amazed you how Jonathan was barely out of the womb but was already a spitting image of his father. 

“Yeah, we were kind of hoping for that.” You say quietly while looking at your precious bundle of joy. Your father looks up at you with confusion etched onto his face as he looks at you waiting for clarification on why you’d want something he finds to be so dreadful. You clear your throat and continue, trying to suppress a small laugh at the mild disgust on his face.“Roman had been telling people it was his.” 

Your father sighs at that, visibly unimpressed and the mild disgust turns to a glimpse of disappointed horror. It almost hurts to see him looking like that while holding your newborn son but you know that it’s aimed at your non-present brother and not at you. 

“He needs help…” Logan says as he looks down at Jonatah. “Jonathan has your mouth though Porce.” He says and that seems to bring a small smile to his face. “Well he’s blood so that’s good.” You don’t say anything to that, you’re not sure how to respond but it certainly throws you off and Stewy senses that. 

It’s not long before Marcia has a turn holding Jonathan, you feel more comfortable with him in her arms than your fathers. But your father has his gaze locked on Jonathan the whole time and an interest in him that he never seemed to have in you or your siblings which surprises and unnerves you a little. 

You’re not sure how long as time moves so bizarrely in hospital but after at least a few more minutes of this, Marcia places Jonathan into your arms, they decide it’s now best to leave as Jonathan is in need of a feeding. 

“You did good, Porce.” Your father says somewhat softly, maybe the softest you’ve ever heard him speak as he comes over to press a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Thanks dad.” You speak the words hesitantly, unsure of the hidden meaning behind the odd praise from your father. 

“Thank you Porce.” He says and again, the not so hidden meaning in those words unnerves you a bit. 

You watch him as him and Marcia leave. Then your attention swiftly turns back to your sweet little boy. 

“He’s so precious.” You say to Stewy as you hold him. Stewy laughs a little and nods, giving you a sweet kiss on the lips.

[goodlucktai]

thank you for pulling me through

one piece pairing: brook & luffy word count: 2k title borrowed from precious love by james morrison smile again au

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gremlin energy✨✨ @ 5924874392607 i think you’re in the wrong place actually

skuuuullj0ke  Yikes

[A door somewhere out-of-frame opens with a mighty slam, and someone lets out an ‘oof’ as it presumably bounces back off the wall and knocks the wind out of them. Brook turns around on the bench to face the newcomer, an animated smile on his face. “So glad you could join us!” “Sorry, sorry,” a younger voice replies brightly. “Zoro went the wrong way and we ended up at a Mexican diner somehow. The food smelled amazing so we had to get some. And then Barto was there because I think he’s still tracking my phone? But he paid for lunch so that was cool. And I brought you some steak tacos!”  “In that case, all is forgiven!” A teenage boy in a worn straw hat finally scrambles into view. He launches himself at Brook for a full-bodied hug that almost knocks them both onto the floor. Brook catches him easily and hugs him back with equal enthusiasm.]

clankclunk imagine being this extroverted 😭😭

Jen.  I dont know who this child is but I’d die for him

⋆｡°✩lullabyparry⋆｡°✩ OH MY GOD ITS LUFFY!!!!!!!!

gremlin energy✨✨ He looks like hes doing a lot better !

A handful of angry bees Aww we haven't seen Luffy on here in ages 👒💛

Water 7 🔛🔝 Is anyone else worried about the dude apparently stalking his phone?????

clankclunk @ Water 7 🔛🔝 no that’s just bart. he’s weird but harmless.

existential dread but make it cute  @ Water 7 🔛🔝 lbr wed all stalk brooks contacts if we could 💞

skuuuullj0ke  We really really wouldn’t though

stream “1000 sunny days” album now 🔪 @ existential dread but make it cute hey mods come get this weirdo

👻SOUL PARADE👻 @ stream “1000 sunny days” album now 🔪 I wouldnt worry. His sister is the mod today and she wields the block hammer with an iron fist  

⋆｡°✩lullabyparry⋆｡°✩ @ 👻SOUL PARADE👻 lmao our queen is in the room 👑🙇

[“Come sit, Luffy,” Brook says cheerfully. “Ah, but first, throw your bag as hard as you can that way so the food smell doesn’t distract me this entire time,” he adds, pointing off to the left. Gamely, the boy gathers his tote bag together in his hands and flings it with what appears to be all the strength he can muster. It clatters noisily against something off-camera and there’s a deafening bang.  “Perfect!” Brook declares.  “Ah, wait, I forgot that was Sanji’s stuff,” Luffy says.  “He’ll get over it,” an unnamed person replies off-camera.]

Jen. RIP whoever sanji is 🙏

skuuuullj0ke  So much chaotic energy, so little time

clankclunk Luffy’s been here for 1 minute and already something is broken. New record??

[Moderator] Nami 🌊☀️ @ clankclunk Not even close. 

newname92 Woah when he threw the bag and his shirt fell open for a sec

newname92 Did anyone else see that crazy scar????????

A handful of angry bees @ newname92 You know what, I'm not even going to bother explaining why that was an insensitive question, because I’m not actually your kindergarten teacher 

[“My manager as well as the rest of my team have been very forthcoming about my recent absence,” Brook says, seeming to address the thousands of people watching the stream for the first time. “I know that the cancellation of my Sunny Days tour was a disappointment to many of you, and I’m very sorry for that. You know by now how important it is to me to be able to share my music with you all. But I do not regret it, because as much as I love the stage, my heart lives at home, and home is where I was needed.” Luffy leans against him, his head barely making it to Brook’s shoulder. He lays his own fingers on the keys and starts up a stumbling rendition of Binks’ Brew. The musician’s more practiced hands guide him along patiently.  “While there was plenty of anger to be heard from a number of you,” Brook goes on, “mostly your voices poured out to my family in sympathy and support. Your kindness means more to me than I can explain, so I’ll simply say thank you, thank you, thank you.”  “Thank you!” Luffy adds. “I always said Brook’s fans were the best.” “That you did,” Brook confirms cheerfully.]

stream “1000 sunny days” album now 🔪 Not me literally tearing up in the break room rn

👻SOUL PARADE👻 Oh OK cool I’ll just sob horrifically into my pad thai then thanks so much Soul King

clankclunk HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE NORMAL WHEN THEY EXIST

⋆｡°✩lullabyparry⋆｡°✩ 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Water 7 🔛🔝 Ive only been a soul king stan for like 2 days but already i would give my life for this family

stream “1000 sunny days” album now 🔪 @ Water 7 🔛🔝 welcome to the crew 🏴☠️

[“So the reason for this livestream is not to apologize,” Brook says. “But rather something more personal. Today marks the very start of a brand new year, and also the birthday of one Ace D. Portgas—the first birthday we find ourselves celebrating without him.” “Ace can’t be here anymore, but he loved a good party,” Luffy pipes up. He’s still smiling, but some of the energy is gone from him now. His hands are in his lap, no longer tripping merrily across the keys. “We’re gonna make sure he hears it from wherever he is. Marco and Thatch and everybody’s gonna be there.” “That’s right! But the party is later. For now, I’d like to play him a song.”  “A birthday song?” Luffy asks.  “His favorite,” Brook confirms.  He begins to play without further ado, accompanying himself as he sings a slow, acoustic version of James Morrison’s “Precious Love.” Luffy watches him with wide, lamplike eyes, expressive face strangely unreadable. Brook’s voice swells and fills the room.    [CAPTIONS] 🎶 I was so lost, didn't know what to do with myself.  I was my own worst enemy, I was lost and oh, I needed help. Then you came along, and saw what state I was in. You picked me up when I was down, showed me how to live again. 🎶   A young man with hair dyed vivid green comes into frame, but only to sit on Luffy’s free side with his back to the piano. His face can’t be seen, and he doesn’t offer any obvious condolence or comfort; but he sticks his elbow out, and Luffy immediately loops their arms together, and that seems to be more than enough.  There is movement from elsewhere in the room. The light shifts as the door opens again, and shadows move across the wall as the three by the piano are joined by an unknown number of other people. Luffy looks up and whoever he sees makes him smile. Brook continues singing, soulful and slow and golden.    [CAPTIONS]  🎶 I say thank you, for pulling me through, I'm a lucky man. I didn't know what life was, but now I understand. 🎶]

Jen. Okay i did some googling. I dont really follow artists personal lives beyond what they share on their own social media bcus its not really any of my business

Jen. But goddamn this is sad 

skuuuullj0ke  @ Jen. Bro I cried so hard when I found out about the accident i had to leave class

stream “1000 sunny days” album now 🔪 @ Jen. No joke. Some of my friends met ace backstage once during brook’s sabaody tour, the second night of the oakland show, but i never got the chance. Still, his entire familys grief was so raw and horrible, i know in my heart he must have been like a really really wonderful guy

gremlin energy✨✨ Ace is in a lot of the older videos on this channel, those are still up 

gremlin energy✨✨ I’m not saying go be super weird about it but if you watch like 2 of them you’ll understand immediately 

Water 7 🔛🔝 @ gremlin energy✨✨ Ace was brooks brother?

A handful of angry bees @ Water 7 🔛🔝 Not biologically, but yeah. 

gremlin energy✨✨ @ Water 7 🔛🔝 They all sort of adopted each other. Even Ace and Luffy aren’t biologically related but that’s so much a non-issue that i cant remember the last time it ever came up 

⋆｡°✩lullabyparry⋆｡°✩ @ Water 7 🔛🔝 they’re family 

clankclunk I didnt know this was ace’s favorite song. I didnt even know this song existed. Adding it to everything as we speak 

👻SOUL PARADE👻 @ clankclunk This cover might be the most beautiful thing Ive ever heard

skuuuullj0ke  @ 👻SOUL PARADE👻 FR like i want to be respectful but i also want this version released on spotify asap 😭

Skeletons on parade  The way they talk about ace like hes just somewhere else is kind of beautiful 

owl be back 🦉 @ Skeletons on parade they’re throwing him a birthday party 😭😭😭

clankclunk @ owl be back 🦉 love isn’t past-tense

[When the last ringing note from the piano fades, Brook looks down at Luffy and says, “What did you think, boss?” Luffy rubs his face with the heel of his hand, which is the only indication he’s been crying. Arms come around him from all sides, half a dozen faces spilling forward to hold him. The green-haired boy beside him gets squashed into the group hug before he sees it coming and no amount of flailing gets him out of it. Brook laughs above it all and flops over to splay his weight on the top of the pile playfully.  The piano keys give a jarring clang when someone’s elbow lands against them. A knee slipping from where it’s braced on the bench is all it takes for the entire group to go down in a tangle of limbs. A woman with long black hair is the only one aside from Brook who remains upright, effortlessly graceful. It’s her arm around Luffy’s shoulders that keeps him from falling, too.  “I loved it,” Luffy declares, in response to Brook’s unanswered question. “Ace would have loved it, too. Can you play it again?” “Until my arms fall off,” Brook agrees at once, already fanning his hands out over the keys, as if there’s not a bunch of people bickering noisily and wrestling with each other on all sides of him, just out of view of the camera.  Luffy grins and says, “Louder this time!”  The music that starts up is boisterous and triumphant and raucous—less of a bittersweet remembrance, more of a call for everyone to join in at the top of their lungs. And that’s exactly what everyone does. Clambering upright to hold onto each other, their voices ringing off the walls. The words of the song are clearly familiar to every one of them. The act of screaming out the chorus together is even more so. This was their brother’s favorite song, and they sing it like they mean it.   [CAPTIONS]  🎶This is precious love, it’s precious love. No, I can't let it go. This is precious love, and it’s teaching me, everything I need to know. 🎶]

skuuuullj0ke  Raise your hand if your singing along 🙋 

gremlin energy✨✨ @ skuuuullj0ke ✋✋

stream “1000 sunny days” album now 🔪 @ skuuuullj0ke My coworkers hate me but ✋

👻SOUL PARADE👻 @ skuuuullj0ke ✋😭

⋆｡°✩lullabyparry⋆｡°✩ @ skuuuullj0ke 👐👐👐

Skeletons on parade  @ skuuuullj0ke 🙋🙋

clankclunk So now im supposed to go to dinner with my friends and act like im not a fundamentally different person after this????

Water 7 🔛🔝 @ clankclunk 🤝 I SEE YOU BESTIE I KNOW YOUR PAIN 🫂🫂 

Jen. They’re laughing and being silly on his birthday. Idk its just rly nice. Its like proof that the good things can outlast the bad 

A handful of angry bees RIP Ace, I hope you had even half an idea of how loved you are

clankclunk @ A handful of angry bees He must have known

clankclunk @ A handful of angry bees Look at how goofy his family is. Theres no way they loved him quietly

skuuuullj0ke  He knew 🧡

[x-0ophelia0-x]

trapped in the unknown.

pairings: Fem!Reader x Ezra Bridger

warnings: Angst, mentions of death, hurt/comfort

word count: 2K

summary: You were running and running through the corridors, hoping to find Ezra but they only seemed to be endless. You were chased on top of that. When you finally found him, everything went downhill. There was a strange feeling accompanying you the whole time. what the hell is happening???

authors note: Here‘s the Halloween special ff, just as promised! It’s not really Halloween themed but it‘s angsty xd

It’s already nearly 2 am in Europe which means that we‘re already in the 31.10 soo.. happy Halloween!! 🎃

enjoy <33

The stormtroopers footsteps echoed through he whole place as you ran for your life.

You didn’t remember anything at all, not even how you got here. The only thing you know.. hoped to know.. was that Ezra had to be somewhere here. This was the Nightsisters Fortress located on Perridea. 

The corridors were dark, the only source of light being the almost burnt out torches. Small puddles had found their way into the corridors thanks to the droplets of water, dropping from the ceiling down to the floor. 

It wasn’t freezing cold here but there was certainly a chill which fitted perfectly to how this place made your stomach twist. Not knowing where you were going was a perfect addiction to your discomfort here. 

You ran from door to door, hoping that the troopers would loose the sight of you and follow the wrong lead, but much to your dismay they didn’t. 

While you ran for your dear life, trying to not only survive this but to also manage to find your friend again, a painful fact became clearer every second.

Of course.

You‘re a human. 

How much stamina will you possibly have until your body starts to slow down?

How long did you think could you sprint through these corridors, not slowing down due to the incoming danger?

The answer was simple.

Not much.

Your once so regular breath started to transform itself into a ragged one. 

Droplets of sweat formed themselves on your face, some rolling down while the others stayed still. You were running out of time, you need to find some place to hide or else…

or else you’ll die. 

As if the force heard your silent plea, you managed to find a small opening between a stack of wood and other stuff. Not wasting any more time, you squeezed yourself further into the opening, placing some parts on front of your to possibly block their views from you. 

Everything that was left for you to do now was to wait. 

Wait and hope that your makeshift hide was enough.

„She went that way!“

„Faster! We‘ll loose her!“

„We can’t let this Jedi escape us!“

Their modulated voices became louder each moment that passed. 

They seemed to get closer, their footsteps once again sending shivers down your spine. 

„Where is she?“

One of them asked. They stood in front of you, you however were hidden.

They looked around and luckily didn’t seem to feel the need to control the stack of wood too. 

„We have to get the news to Thrawn“

„And let him kill us? Are you nuts? We‘ll tell nothing until it’s sure that we lost her!“

And with that the troopers left, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

This place seemed to be familiar but why?

How did you know that you were on some planet called Perridea, trapped in the Nightsisters Fortress for crying out loud but at the same time know nothing at all?!

Everything seemed off, from the fact that the last thing you remembered was how the stormtroopers were, and still are, hunting you while you‘re looking for Ezra. 

However, even if this whole thing seemed to be off, you still had to find him before it was too late. When you were sure that the area was clear you once again rearranged the wooden boards and stepped out from your hiding spot. 

I need to find him now.

-

The corridors seemed to be endless, especially with the numerous doors and the danger which was still present thanks to the annoying stormtroopers, or at least what was left from them. 

You ran from corridor to corridor, door to door and looked literally everywhere, everywhere except the most dangerous place for you or him to be now. 

„Don’t let him escape! Thrawn wants him dead!“

That voice belonged to a stormtrooper.. 

Seconds after you heard someone yell this, the sound of an immense blasterfire 

made it’s way to your ears.

Shit.

They found him.

And Ezra didn’t have any kind of weapon on him. 

He was doomed and so where you if you’d find his lifeless body, bruised and battered, laying around on the cold and unforgiving floor, with no sign of his warmth that always managed to comfort you in your darkest times.

Just because one of those bucketheads managed to land a hit on him, ending his life with his fucking blaster. 

No.

You wouldn’t be able to continue living your life knowing that he died while you were nearby. 

The corridors seemed to be endless but the sound of the fire leaded you to your destination. 

You ran and ran, your heart beating faster each second, praying to the force that Ezra was alright. As you saw the door that kept you away from him, you used the force and threw it open, confusing the still shooting troopers. 

„The other Jedi!“

Some of them turned their blasters to your, aiming at your heart and starting to fire, not waiting for you to even reach the doorstep. 

You took your lightsaber from your hilt and activated it, placing it in front of you with a swift motion, deflecting their shots and even hitting some of them. 

„y/n!“

Still deflecting the shoots you managed to turn your head into the direction where the sound came from. 

His voice.

Ezra was standing in front of a wall, reacting to each shot fired at him as he jumped from spot to spot. 

There were burn marks on his clothing… the bastards grazed him. 

„Ezra! I‘ll cover you, stay there!“

His eyes lit up as he heard your voice. 

You ran towards him, positioning yourself in front of him so that you could deflect all the shots that were fired towards you two while he used the force to sent the troopers flying. 

„Beside the grazes, do you have any other injuries?“

„No, thanks to your appearance!“

The amount of troopers eradicated itself, only one remained and it was easy to take him down. 

You turned around to look at him, feeling trapped in his gaze the second his eyes locked with yours. 

„That was.. close..!“

„It was but I’m fine thanks to you“

Ezra tried to reassure you that you saved him but your worry had taken over you the second you found yourself alone in here. 

It was your instinct which told you that he was somewhere here, it was strange enough that you didn’t have any memories from what happened before, how you knew that he was here still left a questionmark. 

„We need to go now.. Thrawn is after you“

„Tell me something new“

You little conversation distracted you both from the new danger.

The one trooper whose corpse was still in the room started to twitch. Some kind of green mist emerged from his armors openings. His visor got a greenish glow while he moved his hand to his blaster to fulfill his mission.

„We can’t allow ourselves to loose any more time now, they’ll sent more after us“

„Don’t worry sweetheart, we‘ll be fine“

He placed his hands around your waist, moving his head closer to yours.

„We‘ll get through this“

„Hope so..“

„Hey.. look up, Jabba the Hut won’t let anyone harm what we h- ARGHHH!“

Ezra let put a painful scream before he bend down to his stomach.

You were to caught up that you didn’t even hear the single blaster shot, the only thing you perceived right now was how he bend down in agony.

„Ezra! What in the-„

Then you saw him, standing right behind Ezra, his blaster directly aimed at his back where his chest was at the other side.

You acted on instincts when you activated your lightsaber, swinging it directly at the troopers chest where his heart was. 

He however couldn’t care less, continuing his attack on Ezra as he pulled the trigger.

The loud sound shattered your heart. 

It took only one swing to cut off the troopers head, using the force to shove his body out of the room.

Right after that you fell to you knees, right next to Ezra.

His breath was shallow, his heartbeat slowing down as he fought against the overwhelming sense of tiredness. 

Your worst fears came true as you felt how his boy slowly began to get colder.

„No..No No No No No!!“

Tears began to form themselves on your eyes. 

There he was, lying on the cold ground as his life slowly but surely disappeared to be one with the force.

You lifted him to your arms as gently as you could.

„please..!“

With all the power he still had, he reached his hand out to cup your cheek, holding it gently for one last time. 

His eyes were directed at yours, a look of adoration in them which only hurt you more right now.

„I‘m sorry“

„Don‘t leave me!“

„I wish we had more time…“

„There must be something I can do?!“

„Karabast.. your eyes..“

You held onto him, praying that he’d survive this by some miracle.

„They were right.. there’s a white light..“

„Ezra…“

„I love you..“

With that you felt how bis body became limp.

„Ezra..?“

No response. 

„Ezra…“

Still nothing. 

„Ezra!“

You screamed this time, realizing that you lost him, forever. 

„No No No..! This can’t be true!“

Your tears streamed uncontrollably now while your sobs echoed through the whole room.

„I love you..! Damnit! I fucking love you Ezra!“

Due to your grief there was one thing you didn’t notice, the stormtrooper who heard your voice. 

He ran to your location, blaster ready as he approached you cautiously.

It was then when you noticed the muffled noises, was someone.. yelling?

You didn’t have enough time tho since mere seconds later you were, once again, attacked by another trooper. You weren’t quick enough to draw your lightsaber. Your attacker took it and threw it away, he then pressed his hands on your shoulders and shook you violently. 

The muffled noises became louder and clearer every passing moment.

Someone was calling out for you.

It was Ezra’s voice..

What the hell is happening?!

The trooper then took his blaster and placed it on your chest, right above your heart. 

He then pulled the trigger.

-

„y/n!“

….

„y/n!!!“

….

„y/n! wake up!!“

..-!

You literally jumped.

What happened?

Weren’t you killed Just seconds ago??

You breathing was ragged, your expression shocked as you tried to understand where you were. 

This was the moment when you finally noticed something… or someone.

A warm body laid next to you, holding you close as you tried to catch your breath. 

Ezra?

But he…

oh.

„Hey… it‘s alright… just a nightmare.. whatever you saw right now… you‘re safe“

Of course. 

It was a dream.

Nothing more then a dream based on the past events. 

It was just an nightmare.

„Ezra!“

You threw your arms around him, holding him close into your hug. 

Your tears found their way once again, this time though they were real.

„Hey there.. it‘s okay..“

He returned the hug, drawing circles on your back with his one hand while you caressed you with the other. 

„Don‘t go… please..!“

Your face was snuggled into his neck, not daring to move away, even if it was just an inch.

„I won’t, I‘m here with you“

Ezra figured out that it wouldn’t really be the best to ask you what you saw, based on your reaction..? It had to be an nightmare. 

That’s why he kept his mouth shut, waiting for you to calm down so that he could ask you about it.

When you did, you told him everything. He was shocked to say the least.

However, it was the middle of the night and the both of you needed to rest.

He, once again, laid down, but this time with you in his arms. 

You were cuddled up against him while he held you very close. 

„Good night love“

You didn’t answer, you were already asleep. 

He then placed a kiss on your temple before he decided to fall asleep too. 

[lumosatnight]

10 First Lines Tag Game

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway

Thanks for the tag @the-francakes (x), @crazybutgood (x), @yletylyf (x), and @givereadersahug (x)! I'm including my double drabbles and non-HP works because I think it will make this list more fun.

1. Just Wednesday [Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair, T, 2k]

It’s Thursday and the start of everything dire.

2. A Spark [Astoria/Percy, G, 200]

Years after the war, Percy bumped into Astoria in the St Mungos waiting room.

3. More Than Ready [Astoria/Pansy, E, 200]

“And then,” said Pansy, flicking her tongue, “you should get a tingly sensation, almost like you have to pee. Don’t worry, that’s completely normal. Just go with it.”

4. Fly [Dean/Blaise, T, 200]

Blaise was tending to the Abraxans in the stables when he found him — curled into a ball, wearing filthy rags, grass and twigs woven into that once beautiful hair.

5. Filthy Mutt [Sirius/Severus, E, 200]

“You disgust me,” Sirius says. 

6. Balcony for Two [Abraxas/Minerva, G, 200]

Minerva studied the new recruits from the balcony. As the academy’s head flight instructor and captain of the HMS Nimbus, she always had the best view. Abraxas nodded to her as he herded a group of fresh-faced students past the helm.

7. Silver Surprise [Theo/Harry, T, 1k]

“What the bloody hell are they doing here?” Ron glared at the pair of Slytherins lingering at the door to the Room of Requirement.

8. Maraschino Red [Hermione/Luna, E, 1k]

It was routine by now.

9. History [Bathilda/Griselda, G, 200]

History said it was a shame about poor Bathilda. What a pity, they exclaimed, such a brilliant, respected mind wasted away so!

10. Lavender for Morning [Lavender/Hermione, T, 5k]

She was staring again.

So, what have I learned from this activity? I love short and simple sentences as my first lines I guess. It's also pretty mixed between dialogue and description. Mostly past tense, all 3rd person POV. Very interesting.

I have no idea if you've been tagged already, but here we go. Tagging @sliebman10, @ladderofyears, @wolfpants, @mugsdontlie, @curlyy-hair-dont-care, @dewitty1, @peachpety, @thehoneybeet, @siriusly-sapphic, @inmyownlittlecorner5

[capnjaket]

The Opposite of Lost - Chapter Four

a/n: Hi! Sorry for not updating! Chapter five will be here shortly :) I also apologise for the slow-burn hehe

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Female OC

Warning: Domestic abuse talk, loss of family/loved ones.

Word Count: 2k

Chapter Four

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆ Joshua

On Wednesday night that next week was our senior parent information night, basically a pep-talk to the students and parents about study and working hard for our last year of school. Mom, of course, wanted to go and dragged Jake and I along with her.

When we walked into the auditorium late, it wasn’t much of a surprise. So we quickly sat down on the end of one of the rows in the dark. I scanned the room and spotted Rosemary sitting alone in the back corner of the seats. She saw me and we exchanged a quick wave before going back to listening to whatever the teacher had to say. The whole thing dragged on so much that my mother even started whispering to us and badmouthing the speakers. By the time it was all said and done it was dark out, and I called Rosemary over as we exited the hall.

“You must be the Rosemary Josh tells me so much about.” Mom called to her as she approached.

“Nice to meet you Mrs Kiszka,” Rosemary gave a curt wave.

“Karen, please darling.” Mom said as Rosemary smiled kindly in response.

“Hi Rosemary.” I stepped in front of Mom to finally talk to my friend.

“Hi Joshua.” She giggled.

“That was long, hey.” I said.

“I thought my ears were going to fall off!” She groaned in response.

“If I didn’t care about looking rude I would’ve taken the boys back home, wasn’t it awful?” Mom joined in on our ranting. “Where are your parents tonight?” She looked around with small concern.

“They couldn’t make it. Just me.” Rosemary’s demeanour shifted at the mention of her parents, but she hid it really well in front of my Mom.

“Well you’ll have to tell them they didn’t miss much.” She light heartedly exclaimed, “Shame, I did want to meet your mother, just let her know she’s always welcome round for dinner, you are too of course.” Mom patted Rosemary on the shoulder.

I watched Rosemary take a deep breath, looking back at Mom for a slight second and quietly respond “Thank you.”, turning to me and Jake. “See you tomorrow, Joshua, Jake. Pleased to meet you, Karen.”

“Lovely to finally meet you darling.”

Things got busy, yet seemingly settled for a while after that. Rosemary and I would meet up almost every Sunday at the national park, and we’d reached a routine. I’d pull into the parking lot, she’d be already there. I’d ask her where we were going and she’d tell me something different every time. It was always, “We’re meeting Thomas,” or, “Remember Bert?” Then we’d set off, not talking much until we reached our destination. I’d pull out two sandwiches, a honey sandwich for her and PB&J for me. I found out she loved honey after I brought one and she went on a tangent about the bees, and how she ‘admired them for their hard work, and their beautiful, delicious creation,’ and how honey comes from the ‘most beautiful of places – the middle of a flower,’.

Then we would sit and eat our sandwiches while we admired the view. We would talk for a while, and then turn back and go home. I wanted every single day to be like that. I was enamoured by her, the way she gracefully explained the world around her, the way her entire body glowed amongst the woods.

But nothing ever happened between us. It felt like we were friends, and I didn’t want to be friends. I wanted to be something better, but every time I went to complement her, I would either get too nervous and back out, or she would seem kind of uncomfortable. It always made her blush, but then she’d drop the happiness and dismiss the comment. I guess after enough times it sent the message. She just wanted to be friends. So what we had would have to be enough for me.

At school, things were going pretty well too. She’d finally opened up a bit more with us, laughing harder without fear of judgement, giving us snippets of stories of her past. But it still was a very touchy subject. Anything too personal, any question about her family, her past; she would shut down. But everyone seemed to figure that out quick, and no-one pushed it. Not even me, when we were alone in the woods, soaking in small patches of sun breaching the canopy, talking about everything on our minds, I held back my questions. I could see it pained her when it was brought up, and who was I to hurt her? So I didn’t. I never saw a scratch on her after the night I picked her up, either. 

By September, we had a few proper gigs lined up for the band, and so we were practising just about every waking minute we weren’t at school. It was a Friday when we asked the group to come along to our practise, give us some feedback, or encouragement. We were snugly fit in the basement, Jita and Rosemary cross-legged on the couch while Zach and Lilah laid out on the floor with their backs against the sofa. It felt warm, a haze of smoke filling the room as the warm light of our lamps and fairy lights cast dim light across us all. The weather was starting to really cool down, and Rosemary had on a huge knit sweater over a black skirt and stockings. The boys and I still donned t-shirts over our pants, performing never failing to make us hot.

We played much more polished versions of our originals this time, and we were feeling very proud, I was especially happy now that the lyrics for Safari Song and Black Smoke Rising were really down pat. Everyone loved it, bopping and sillily dancing in their chairs to our beats. At one point Jake put the guitar behind his head and started playing a solo. Show off. Everyone clapped and erupted in shocked laughter while Jita looked entranced. I saw Rosemary elbow her in the ribs to stop her from gawking. We were just about worn out when Mom came down the stairs to request a song.

“Sounds great boys, thankfully it’s the right volume from upstairs I’m not bursting an eardrum up there like you all must be down here.” Everyone chuckled while Sam and Jake both booed. “Will you play my favourite while I finish up dinner? And don’t you get hurt throwing yourself around like that Jacob!” Everyone laughed at her harmless scolding as Jake went a bit red.

“Yes Mama.” I said waving her goodbye as she ascended the steps. I nodded to Jake, and he started the intro of ‘The Music is You’ by John Denver.

Everyone swayed as I sang, and I got lost in the words, letting my eyes fall shut as I felt the hum of the room around me. It was heaven. I looked up at the last note to see all but one person smiling back at me. Rosemary. Her eyes were completely glassy filled with tears threatening to join the waterfall already taking place along her perfect cheeks. She was looking down, clearly not ready to face anyone. I caught her eye as Jake finished the outro, and she quickly wiped her face off. 

“Dinner!” Mom yelled out as the guys unplugged everything, heading upstairs with the group. Rosemary and I lingered around until everyone had left, and I pulled her into a tight hug.

“Everything okay?” I whispered.

“Yeah, it’s just a beautiful song. Sorry I-I didn’t mean to get upset like this, I just… y-you don’t know what that means to me Joshua, Thank you.” She hiccupped into her hands as my arms surrounded her.

“It’s okay, that’s the magic of old Johnny D huh? Makes me feel things I can’t even explain.” I laughed into her shoulder.

That Sunday we met up once again at the national park. It was mid-afternoon, as Rosemary had a late shift at the diner on Saturday, and the warm afternoon sun was working wonders after a week of cold weather. We sat at the edge of the river, back in the place we met at the end of the summer break. While we chatted about our class projects and annoying teachers, I could tell there was something eating at Rosemary’s mind.

“Something on your mind Rosemary? You’re doing an awful lot of staring into the water today.”

“Sorry, I just…” she did that thing she does sometimes, taking a deep breath, letting the moment sit. “I wanted to apologize.”

“Apologize? For what?”

“I’m sorry for being so… quiet about my past, my personal life. You have been so forgiving and welcoming to me and I wish I could do the same for you, I just… I have to work up to it, you know? It’s quite hard for me.”

“I would wait forever, Rosemary. You don’t owe me anything. I love hanging out with you, and I don’t want our friendship to get hurt by me pushing you.”

“I understand that, and I thank you. I just don’t want to lie anymore.”

“You are safe with me. I promise. You don’t have to tell me anything, today, tomorrow, ever. As long as you’re safe and I can look after you. You’re my best friend. And I’m not saying that because I want to get anything out of you.”

“Josh… thank you.” She leant down and splashed some water into her face. “Brrr okay. Ask something. I’m not good at this.”

“You sure?”

“Go ahead. I need to let something out. It’s killing me.”

“Why do you have to stay with your uncle if he’s hurting you?” Her eyes blew wide, a huge breath escaping her.

“Right okay straight into it.”

“I can ask something else… I don’t care at all.”

“No it is okay. I need this.” She collected her thoughts and continued on “He’s all that I have left. My parents are long gone, and he’s obviously not the best but, he’s okay most of the time. Sometimes he drinks – that’s when there’s an issue, but he has been good again for a while, and I know he’s done with that stuff now.” She pauses to reassure me that she’s ‘okay’ for the moment. “He uh, never had anything to do with me, we never really met until I came here, so he has reason to be upset, you know, he didn’t ask for this.”

“You didn’t ask for it either.”

“I know, but it’s okay. It was a long time coming for me, and I think I’m mostly healed. Once I’m eighteen I’m out of his house anyway.” Whatever it was was where the real wound lay.

“Well, you can always come live with us.”

“And deal with Sam’s ass all the time? Hell no.”

“Yeah, well imagine how I feel.” I think we both had to sit and think for a minute after that. She’d just told me a whole lot about her family. Her parents were ‘long gone’ so she probably didn’t want my empathy, even though I was dripping with it. She was leaving soon. Hopefully not away from Frankenmuth? Now wasn’t the time to ask every possible thing right? 

I turned to her and noticed her breathing heavy again; replaying the information she just finally spilled over and over in her head. She was ever so slightly biting the inside of her cheek. She must have been trying to reassure herself that she did the right thing. Rosemary finally looked up at me, both our eyes glassy as I opened up for her to hug me. She clung so tight. It made up for all the words I left unsaid. I don’t know how long that hug went on.

“So your uncle, did he teach you all this orienteering, hiking stuff?” I said, releasing her.

“No it was my grandfather, I grew up with him and my Grandmother on some property.” Her eyes slightly lit back up as she focused on her answer, and she quickly dabbed at her eyes with the sides of her index fingers.

“With Winnie and Pepper?” I turned up the side of my lips.

“With Winnie and Pepper.” She smiled, finally.

[lightvixxen]

Innocent act pt2, don't be a brat.

Ahh!! Thank u all for your love on innocent act!! Also, there will be a pt3 after this!! Read pt1 here , read pt3!

18+! MINORS DNI

Word count: 2k

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WARNINGS: age gap- Eddie is 30, the reader is 18+ Language, arguments, Eddie tells reader she’s acting like a child, pet names, dom!Eddie, Sub!reader, readers dad is a cop, spanking, fingering, face fucking, edging + over stimulation, degradation, degradation kink, praise kink, Eddie punishes reader for being a brat

Summary: after a fight with your dad, your brought over to Eddies house, where you end up arguing. Somehow the argument ends when Eddie decides he needs to do something about your bratty attitude.

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I DO NOT CONSENT TO HAVING MY WORK COPIED AND PASTED TO OTHER WEBSITES,

You sat on Eddie's couch pouting as he talked to your father at the door, you and your father had gotten into an argument only a few minutes ago.

“Make sure she doesn’t get out, she had a fake ID no telling what else she’s done.” You heard your father say from the door, “sad I can’t trust my daughter.” He yelled from the doorway.

“Don’t worry! I’ll watch her like a hawk, you and your wife go have fun tonight. It's deserved.” Eddie covered your father's view of you on the couch. A few more minutes go by and you hear the door almost slam shut.

“So, you wanna tell me what happened? Why you were escorted to my door at…” Eddie checked his watch “8 pm” you sigh, “I accidentally left my fake ID on the counter, and when I realized daddy had already found it.” you stood up, walking over to Eddie. “Then we fought…”

—-

Your father had busted into your room, demanding to know why your ID said 21 and not 18. “Because daddy! I wanted to get into the hideout to watch Eddie perform! They don't let eighteen-year-olds in!” Your father sighed loudly.

“You’re grounded” you stood from your bed quickly after hearing this “you can’t ground me! I’m eighteen! Almost nineteen! I’m a legal adult!” You almost yelled, stomping your foot down onto the Carpeted floor, almost in disbelief he would try and ground you!

“You still live under my roof, young lady! My word is law in this household, and I say you're grounded!” His voice raised to match yours, a screaming match bubbling to the surface “Now, your mother and I have a date, you can either walk yourself to Munsons or I can cuff, and escort you.”

—-

“And now I'm here…” halfway through your recount of the fight, you ended up in Eddie's lap on the couch. Legs were thrown over his, and head resting against his shoulder. “God, he's such an asshole. I turn 19 in a month! He can't ground me!”

Eddie makes a sound of disagreement, “technically, he can, I got grounded by cops all the time as a teenager.” you rolled your eyes, almost scoffing. “You mean arrested and put in jail.” Eddie grins, “same difference, doll.” you moved off his lap, standing in front of him. “You don’t agree with him, do you?” You questioned, Eddie hasn’t exactly stated which side he’s on.

“Do I think he’s overreacting? Yes, but mainly because I was doing way worse than using a fake ID at your age. Do I get where he's coming from? Also yes.” you groaned “you so agree with him!” “Hey now, I didn't say that.” “you implied it!” Eddie sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Sweetheart-” you crossed your arms, raising your voice as anger bubbled up slowly. “No! Don't you sweetheart me!”

Eddie stared at you, almost surprised by your sudden outburst. “You complain about being treated like a child then decide to act like one, you're not helping yourself.”, you huffed “maybe I wouldn't act like a child if I wasn't treated like one! Both of you still treat me like one!” Eddie had to laugh at that, between the first time you had sex with each other and now, he doubts he's treated you like a kid.

“So by your definition, me treating you like a child is me fucking you stupid for months?” You stuttered slightly “w-well- that’s not what I meant and you know it!” Eddie grabbed your hips, pulling you between his legs, the smell of weed, tobacco, and cologne filled your senses. “Then give me an example of me treating you like a child.” You really couldn’t, you had only said it in the heat of the moment. Anger blinded you and now you’ve backed yourself into a corner.

So of course, you did the only logical thing you could, “fuck you” you mumbled quietly, praying he didn't hear you. Eddie could be fucking ruthless when he wanted to be. “I'm sorry what?” the grip on your hips tightened, and the cold metal of his rings dug into the skin exposed by your crop top. “I didn't quite catch that baby, what did you say?” you sighed, mentally preparing yourself for the punishment that will ensue. but since you decide to be a brat, might as well commit to the act.

“Fuck you, old man” you internally smirked at yourself, Eddie wasn’t that old, but his reactions, whenever you called him old, were priceless. Though right now, it’s going to earn a punishment. Eddie’s voice lowered, “Alright, just remembered you asked for this” Eddie pulled you in, maneuvering you to lay across his lap on your stomach, his hands pulling down the thin cotton of your pajama shorts and underwear. Eddie's jeans are rough against your bare thighs, he must’ve been getting ready for a show. You thought. Eddie's hand rubs the flesh of your ass slowly,

“Can't wait to see this cute ass all bruised up…” he talked darkly, Eddie loved making things difficult for you. He loved making it hard for you to sit, let alone walk. The first strike came down hard, making you yelp and jump slightly, he hadn’t bothered to take off the rings that adorned his fingers. “count.” Eddie said sternly, “one,” you said weakly. You would be a liar if you said, Eddie wasn't hot like this, you fucking loved when Eddie was mean and rough with you.

“Two!” you yelped, as Eddie's hand came down on your ass again, the strike was just as hard as the first. Eddie's hand soothed the soft flesh of your butt. “Look at you baby, actin all tough until I get you like this. A spoiled brat who just needed attention.” you could feel how wet you got at his words, maybe you are a little bit of a masochist because you definitely shouldn't have been getting off on this.

“Your bein mean, sir! M, not a brat!” you know you really shouldn't talk back, give him any more reasons to punish you but you couldn't help it. You were addicted to Eddie when he was like this. Eddie growled, giving your ass another smack “Oh no sweetheart, I’m being nice I could be a hell of a lot meaner and get my belt. spank you with that, make pretty little welts on your ass.”

Eddie gave you a total of 15 strikes. By the end, you were a sobbing, moaning mess, subconsciously grinding your bare pussy onto Eddie’s jean-clad thigh. “Pathetic slut…I’m trying to punish you, and getting off on it.” His fingers found their way to your pussy, pushing in slowly “your soaked doll, you enjoy being spanked that much?” He asked, slowly pushing his fingers in and out. You moaned and nodded, rocking back onto his finger, which surprisingly, Eddie didn't stop you. “Words pretty girl, words,” he told you, his fingers working in and out of you, the cold press of his rings against your cunt made you shiver.

“Yes! Love it when you spank me, sir,” you whined, praying he would let you off easy. Your back arched, you were quickly approaching your orgasm, his fingers found your G-spot quickly, zeroing in on it. “Yeah, all you needed was some attention, huh doll? Acting out because you just wanted me. There are better ways to get my attention doll.” Eddie dragged you close to the edge before ripping his fingers away from your leaking cunt. You whined at the loss, “Now I have to punish you, can't have my good girl thinking she can be bad.”

Eddie's finger delved back into your cunt again. This felt like it went on forever, being taken to the edge only to be ripped away again. Every so often Eddie would smack your ass lightly, your wetness on his fingers only added to the sting.

You cried the last time he pulled his fingers out.

“Think you can kneel, sweetheart?” you nodded, moving out of his lap and onto the floor.

Eddie spread his legs, giving you room to move in between them, you palmed at his erection, earning a groan from him. Your hands slowly unbuckled his belt, before quickly undoing his jeans and pushing them down just enough to free his cock. Wrapping a hand around his shaft you pumped your hand up and down slowly, thumb swiping against the head of his cock, smearing pre-cum over his length. His dick barely fit into your small hands. Eddie was big and thick, his size was a little intimidating if you were being honest.

But you pressed kisses to the head of his cock, and down his shaft, giving him small kitten licks when you could. Eddie's hand tangled in your hair, “c’mon baby, don't be a brat and tease, suck me off.” you kept eye contact as you took him into your mouth. You took him as far as you could without gagging, tongue swirling around the tip of his cock. Eddie groaned above you, praises falling from his lips as his grip tightens in your hair, guiding you to bob up and down on his cock. “Mmm, fuck just like that sweetheart, always feel so good on me.” He moaned.

“Wanna fuck that pretty little mouth of yours-” a sharp inhale left him as your tongue traced around a vein, “you gonna let me? Make you choke and gag on my cock, Maybe then you'll learn something.” you made a sound of approval, sending vibrations through his dick. “Fuck sweetheart- you still remember the safe word?” you nodded to the best of your ability and sent another round of vibrations to say you knew and remembered. One tap to slow down, two to stop.

“Goodgirl” was the only warning you got before Eddie snapped his hips into your mouth, keeping a firm grip on your hair to keep you in place. Eddie roughly thrusted into your mouth. “Shit,

Always a whore for me, letting me use you like my personal fleshlight- Fuck!” he groaned loudly, warmth and a bitter taste filling your mouth. You whined, pulling off his cock and opening your mouth. You had hoped he would've lost his control and cum inside of you, like always did. “Swallow, slut.” you closed your mouth and swallowed his cum. Hoping listening to his commands would earn you at least one orgasm.

“C'mere pretty girl.” he pulled you back up into his lap, capturing you in a needy kiss, his tongue slipped into yours while wandering hands found their way to your already bruised butt. A light smack to the sore skin had you moaning into the kiss. Eddie kneaded the flesh there, almost sorry for the bruises that'll sprout there. Almost. Eddie moved down to your neck, biting and sucking at the almost completely faded love bites. Creating more for you to cover up later. “I think you earned a reward, what do you think doll?” you nodded slowly “please sir, been s’good for you” You wish you could’ve seen the mischievous look on Eddie's face or the glint in his eyes.

Eddie moved you to straddle one of his thighs, “here's the deal sweetheart, you ride my thigh and you get to cum” you whined again, disappointment evident. “Brats don't get to cum on my cock, think about this the next time you decide to act up. Now you gonna ride my thigh and cum, or are you going to bed pent up?” when your hips moved slowly he chuckled darkly, the noise being sent straight to your pussy. “That's what I fuckin thought.”

Your clit rubbed harshly against his jeans. You looked down to where you had been kneeling and noticed a wet spot, you could already feel the bruises forming on your knees. You whined, tucking your face into Eddie's neck as you chased your orgasm. Feeling a damp spot starting to form under you from where your pussy was leaking. You were wetter than you had been before, Eddie was just so fucking hot when he was pissed off at you. Your hips fell into a steady rhythm as you quickly approached the edge, it didn't take long to build yourself up.

“Oh fuck- gonna cum Eds, please, please, let me come!” you moaned pathetically. Eddie shushed you “it's alright pretty girl you can come now.” His permission sent you straight over the Edge, your orgasm racking through your body, and a loud moan- practically a scream left you. Your hips stuttered to a stop, you were completely fucked out. “Did I say stop?” Eddie asked you “wha- what?” Eddie's hands wrapped around your hips, starting your rhythm back up again. “Oh did I not mention? You get to come over and over again!” Eddie exclaimed like that wasn't one of the most horrifying sentences you've heard tonight.

“Get ready sweetheart, you're not walking outta here tomorrow,” he mumbled as he gave you your second orgasm of the night. Which was only the beginning of the 6 more orgasms he would rip out of you

[goldenhypen]

❣︎ ⎯⎯ you look pretty in my clothes .

PAIRING ! nishimura riki x fem!reader // GENRE ! fluff // WC. ! 0.6k

PROMPT(S) ! 4. kiss to the side of the head ;; 6. fixing the other’s clothes ;; 8. embracing them from behind // requested by @enhypenenthusiast @yourlocalni-kisimp @emmachase89 <3 // 2k followers event

A/N. ! this was so much fun and so cute to write. i rlly hope you guys enjoy this one,,, and hopefully tumblr will have some mercy on me and let me show up in the tags again 🤧 anyways, i hope you enjoy <3

with loud music bouncing off the walls of the practice room, riki danced, watching his reflection in the mirror. however, he wasn’t able to concentrate to the best of his abilities, because you were sitting in front of him, back against the mirror as you watched him dance with a proud smile filled with admiration. 

just you alone being there in his view made it hard for him to focus. maybe it was your beauty or maybe it was just that you being there was different that caused him to lose concentration. whatever it was, it wasn’t helping. 

and then he realized you were wearing his t-shirt. 

being already baggy on him made it look like you were practically drowning in his top, but you weren’t complaining. being enveloped in the soft fabric with your boyfriend’s scent was a type of comfort in a way for you. 

and little did you know, seeing you in his own clothes was also a comfort to riki. 

when he finally noticed it, he looked at you with adoration in his eyes and a wide, goofy smile and walked towards you with his hand extended in your direction. 

you took it and he pulled you up, turning you around to face the mirror with him before he embraced you from behind with still a large and happy grin. 

after a couple seconds of admiring you in the mirror in his shirt, he left a kiss to the side of your head, completely and utterly in love with you. and when he pulled back, he just continued to squeeze you tighter, loving the way you looked, especially in that moment. 

but soon, an idea popped into his head, and he quickly pulled back and ran to the other side of the room, leaving you shocked and confused. your eyes followed him, only to realize the hoodie that was now in his hands. it was his. and he carried it proudly with a toothy smirk. 

he walked towards you, and didn’t waste any time in pulling it over your head, causing you to giggle, because once again, you weren’t complaining. 

after getting the piece of clothing on you, he looked at you in the mirror, as were you, and he began adjusting certain parts of the fabric to get the clothing on you properly. 

he then wrapped his arms around your waist, placing them right back where they were before and admiring you through the reflection once again. 

“you look really, really pretty,” he told you with a genuine tone before adding, “like always. but like—especially now—you in my clothes is just- wow. it’s like looking at a beautiful, female version of me.”

at his last, playful sentence, you both cackled and you turned around in his hold before hitting him on the chest. 

he feigned pain before laughing and saying, “but in all seriousness, you really look absolutely gorgeous. how did i get so lucky?”

you couldn’t help but smile, turning around once more and immediately leaving a kiss on his lips. catching him off guard, he almost fell back but quickly managed and started kissing you back, hands on your waist, pulling you closer. 

not only was he lucky to be dating you, but so were you to have found him, the love of your life. 

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Wilderness must be explored -n.jaemin

Pairing: birthday boy! Jaemin x fem! reader

Warning: smut, outdoor sex, public sex, cock riding, oral sex, receiving, kissing, moaning, mention of cum, raw penetration.

Word counts: 2k

Summary: You surprise Jaemin to a weekend camping trip for his birthday. In which, Jaemin started having thoughts about fucking you in the woods.

Jaemin has always been the active one in the relationship. Whenever you both have a day off, it would be something to do outdoors. He loves taking you out and going do all these adventurous activities.

For some reason, you wonder how he knows about all these fun places he takes you.

You had nothing against doing this type of stuff with him, as long as you both are doing it together and having fun, it’s all that matters.

Which is why you’re taking him on a camping trip for his birthday. You both had talked about going camping but never find the time. With a three-day weekend coming up, you decided to book a three-day camping trip with him.

“Happy Birthday my love!” You surprise him as he entered the apartment. Jaemin gasped when he saw all the decorations and the cake on the table.

“Babe!” He pouts, pulling you into a hug. “You’re the best” he kisses your lips.

“I love you” he whispered. You smile, “I love you too Jae” hugging him tightly.

“Blow the candles,” you told him. “Oh right,” Jaemin remembered as he blow on it.

“What did you wish?” You ask him excitedly. Jaemin leans his face closer to you, “to spend the rest of my life with you” he purses his lips.

Your cheeks flushed, and you lean in and kiss his lips. “I also have a present” you bit your lip, pulling out a small box.

His eyes widen, “no you didn’t?!” He excitedly accepts the gift and undoes the ribbon.

“You know how you wanted to go camping?” You ask, Jaemin gasped when saw the folded paper of your reserved location for the trip.

“No way!” He gasps. “Babe are you for real?!” He asks in shock.

You giggle and nodded. “I’m for real!” Jaemin pulls you in for a hug and kisses your temple.

“You know, I was going to ask you to let’s go camping this weekend but you already planned it” he smiles, looking down at his gift.

“Oh, thank you, baby. I love it” he leans in for a kiss. “I already got everything in the car, you just have to pack,” you told him.

Jaemin quickly stands up, “well I’ve got no time to waste then!” He scurried out of the living room to the bedroom to pack his suitcase with the essential clothes.

Jaemin drove to the location, the scenery of the mountain was beautiful. The grass was a vibrant green, the water was almost blue. Everything just looks perfect.

Jaemin grabs your hand and entwines it. You look at him as a smile plaster on his face. He kisses your hand and kept his eyes on the road.

Since the camping location was up in the mountain, you didn’t pack a lot of stuff only the essentials. Jaemin carried all the heavy stuff while you carry the least heavy stuff.

“Wow!” Jaemin gasp when he saw the view from the mountain.

You were surrounded by tall trees, a sight of the mountain from afar as the sky was perfectly blue. Jaemin drops all the stuff down where you both will be staying for the weekend. You walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his torso. “Wow, it’s a beautiful day babe. I’m so glad we’re here” he looks down at you.

“I’m glad I’m here with you too” you whispered as Jaemin lean in to kiss your lips.

You both begin to set up the tent. Luckily, the site you pick has a picnic bench as well as electricity. If you walk down where you came from, there are public restrooms and shower stalls.

You did pass a few campers along the way but all of them are at a good distance away from where you both are.

Jaemin had inflated the air mattress and set up the inside while you set up your “kitchen” for the weekend. Of course, everything will be cooked by the portable grill that uses propane.

You could’ve picked a tree house with lights, gas, and running water but you thought it wouldn’t fit the whole “camping vibe.”

Plus, Jaemin loves camping as a kid. He would tell you stories about his camping trips, how his mom makes food and how he just loves to watch the sky and admire the beauty of nature.

“Everything is set” Jaemin zip up the tent and walks up to where you were.

“Babe, do you think there are snakes?” You stop moving when you realized. Jaemin chuckles.

“I don’t want to scare you but yes” he chuckles. “We would just have to check the tent before we sleep. Don’t worry, a lot of them are non-poisonous” He reassures you.

It’s not helping but you’re trying to look on the bright side. “I’ll suck it up. I have a strong man who will be sleeping beside me” You wink. Jaemin chuckles.

After you both set up, you decided to hit up the lake which was nearby. Your stuff wouldn’t get stolen since a lot of the campers do the same thing too.

It was a pretty sunny day and it was hot. Setting up the tent and fixing your spot up made you sweat. Luckily, the water was cold enough to cool you off.

“Babe, thank you for this” Jaemin pulls you closer to him as you both hike up to your tent.

You smile as you hug him back, “I’m glad we’re both doing this” he kisses your forehead.

You lead the way to your space while Jaemin trails behind you. He couldn’t help but be staring at your ass as you hike in front of him.

“Are you staring at my ass?” You ask, feeling his gaze on your behind.

Jaemin smirk, his hand reaches to slap your ass. “Not my fault you are not wearing anything” he defends himself.

It was a hot day, you both hike back to your camping site which is close to the lake. You decided to hike back in just your bottom bikini with a shirt over and shoes.

Jaemin pulls your wrist, making you fall back into his arms. “What if I told you I want to fuck you here?” Jaemin seductively whispered in your ear.

You bit your lip because you were turned on by his behavior, “I would tell you to bend me over right now” You talk back.

Jaemin smirks as he looks around and pushes you up against the tree. You gasp and hold on to the tree. Jaemin kneels behind you and spears your legs apart.

He pulls your bikini to the side and spits on your cunt. You gasp when you felt his warm spit on your cunt.

Jaemin leans in and begins to lick your cunt. Your eyes flutter shut as you spread your legs a little further. “Fuck” you moan as you felt his tongue go in and out of you.

You hold on to Jaemin’s head, making him go deeper inside of you. Jaemin spits on your cunt again before rubbing his fingers against your cunt.

“Fuck yes Jae” you moan. “You like how that feels baby?” He asks. You nodded. Jaemin looks around before turning you around.

He slams his lips against yours as you both make out with each other. Your hands wander down into his swimming trunks, untying them.

His throbbing cock popped out. “Dirty not wearing underwear” you smirk against his mouth.

Jaemin groans against your lips when he felt your hand wrap around his hard cock. You begin to pump his cock.

Just feeling his cock around your hand makes your heat wet. “Go down there and suck it” he demands. You smirk seductively and kneel in front of him.

Jaemin holds the base of his cock and put his tip against your lips. You wrap your lips around his cock and begin moving your head at a steady pace.

You look up at Jaemin who was turned on by you. “Fuck baby” he whispered. Jaemin holds the back of your head, grabbing your hair as he hungrily pushes your head in making you take his cock whole.

You gag around his cock as he stays like that for a while. He releases your hair, letting you catch your breath. “I fucking love it when you gag around my cock” Jaemin's dark orbs stare down at you.

Jaemin wipes the saliva drilling down your mouth. “Fuck it, turn around” he picks your up and pushes you against the wall again.

You bend over slightly, letting him insert himself into you. Your eyes almost rolled back as you felt his cock slide right in.

“Fuck” Jaemin hiss as he slaps your ass. You bit your lips, “Fuck yes” you moan as he pounces himself inside of you.

You hold your cheeks apart so he could look at them. “Fuck yes baby” Jaemin licks his lips.

While you both were fucking, you suddenly heard voices coming to your right and it gets closer. You and Jaemin quickly stop, look at each other, and quickly ran to your tent.

You both got into the tent and zip the tent. You catch your breath as your eyes land on Jaemin who was also feeling anxious. “We almost got caught!” Jaemin lay back on the air mattress.

You crawl over him, “should we finish where we started?” Your hands trailed down to his trunk. Jaemin smirked and nodded.

You both take off your bottoms as you straddle on top of him. Your hands' cup against his cheeks, just staring at him in awe. Jaemin notices you suddenly stop, he wraps his arms around your waist.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks, quietly. A smile creeps up your lips, “I’m just in awe at how lucky I am to have you” You glide your thumb over his lips.

Jaemin blushes, he tightly hugs you while resting his head on your chest. “I love you very much, y/n” he kisses your chest.

You smile and hug him tightly. “And I,” you pull his chin up to look at him. His eyes stare deeply into yours, “love,” Your hand slide to touch his cock as you align yourself with his.

You both stare deeply into each other souls, “ you too” you gasp as you take his cock whole. Jaemin rolls his eyes back as he fills your inside.

“Fuck” Jaemin muttered under his breath. His eyes fix on you as he lay his back on the air mattress. His hands drop to your waist as you ride on top of him.

“You’re so gorgeous, baby” Jaemin bit the bottom of his lip as his hand roam up to squeeze your breast.

Your hands rested on his chest as roll your hips. Your eyes flutter shut as your head falls back. Jaemin hisses as the sight as he holds your thighs for support.

He begins to thrust his hips to help you. You moan loudly, don’t even care if anyone could hear you. “Jae-“ you moan his name. Jaemin nodded. He could feel your inside tightening up.

“Look at me baby” He whispered, his pull your chin to look at him. Your eyes landed on his. You roll your hips faster, making Jaemin catch up his pace with you.

“F-fuck” You moan, feeling his cock touching side wall to side wall. Jaemin sits up as you rock your body against his cock. He begins leaving trailing kisses from your forehead down to your collarbone.

“Hold me!” You moan loudly. Jaemin threw his arms around your body and hold you tightly. His hand rest at the nape of your neck. He leans down to suck on your neck, which will leave a dark purple mark by tomorrow.

“Cum all over my cock baby” Jaemin whispered. You wrap your arms tightly around his shoulders. You plant a soft kiss on his neck as his hand drops down to your waist, moving your hips aggressively on his cock.

“Oh my god,” you cried loudly.

“Jaemin!”

He moans.

“FUCKK!” You scream as you release your juice all over his cock. Jaemin moans loudly in your ear as he fills his juice inside of you.

“You’re amazing” Jaemin chuckled, tiredly as he leave a peck on your lips.

[mareagirls]

hi! could you write something with a summery florist!reader and an absolutely smitten Peter? maybe she talks to her plants and takes him to the farmers market and he is just head over heels! thank youuu <3

Body and soul

AN: this was meant to be a blurb and ended up being 2k :') , but i had a blast writing it so ty for the request!

Peter Parker has watched Pride and Prejudice with his aunt May enough times to know the lines off by heart. 

A line in particular comes to mind when he shows up at your shop one morning to find you chattering sweetly to the floral displays as you water them. 

You don’t notice him at first so he hangs on the threshold, taking you in, unwilling to pull you out of your moment.

You have bewitched me, Peter Parker thinks. Body and soul.

Today, you’re dressed for the weather.

Summer in Queens can be hot and sticky, so you’re wearing a pretty yellow sundress that falls softly around your thighs and tapers off just above your knees. Soft hair held back loosely by a claw clip and you’re barefoot too, with dozens of colourful string ties adorning your ankles. 

When you lift your arms to fix some of the flowers on a higher shelf, Peter gets a clear view of a single multicoloured band on your wrist. 

Something about the sight of you wearing the blue and red bracelet he made you a few months ago so proudly makes the boy take the final steps into your store.

As you’re talking to the roses, the boy clears his throat, causing you to spin around, surprised. 

"Oh, baby! I didn't see you!" You smile at him sweetly, a hand placed above your chest as you soothe your racing heartbeat. 

(Peter thinks that he should probably stop listening to your heartbeat, but it speeds up as he steps forward and suddenly he can’t bring himself to tune you out.)

“You’re listening again.” You eye him warily but there’s no real anger behind your gaze.

Peter just raises his hands and pecks his lips against your temple gently. 

“Guilty as charged, sweetheart.”

You lean up into him a little, tilting your head to give him better access almost subconsciously. 

“Good morning.”

Peter hums against your warm skin in response. 

“Morning, pretty.”

He wants to press a thousand more kisses to your temple given that he didn’t get a proper chance to do so this morning when you slipped out of bed and left for work early. Wants to make up for the affection he missed out on giving you. But you seem happy just like this, and so Peter tells himself it’s enough too.

The two of you lapse into silence for a while - you; relaxing under his touch, becoming malleable and pliant as he puts a hand on your waist. Him; rubbing small circles into your skin, relishing in how soft you are against his hands.

“Missed you this morning.” Peter pulls away slightly, thinking back to the way he woke up to cold sheets and the soft smell of your perfume still floating in the air.

You smile bashfully and shrug. 

“There was a lot to be done here.” Then, you murmur an afterthought. “I did leave you a note though.” 

“Oh, I found your note.” Peter’s words are teasing and you just laugh gleefully, spinning away as he calls after you.

“I drool in my sleep? Isn’t that what you said?”

He asks, of course, because he wants to hear you talk again. In truth, Peter knows what the note says perfectly well, practically having committed your looping handwriting to memory the moment he found it.

morning sleepyhead,

i’ve gone to open up the shop, today is going to be a busy day! sorry i couldn’t stay with you any longer - i miss your arms already! 

i love you, baby 

Y/N xxx

p.s you drool in your sleep 

“I also said I love you, Peter. Don’t get too hung up on the drooling thing.”

Then, you turn back to the flower display, fixing some of the petals distractedly as you speak to him.

"How're you doing on this fine day?"

Peter replies as quickly as possible and ends with a question just so that he can hear your voice a little longer.  

"I'm good, sweetheart. You?" 

Your laugh tells him that you know exactly what he’s up to.

 "I'm splendid, baby! Thank you for asking." You slide around to your counter. "Do you mind if I work a little whilst we talk? Lots to do." 

Peter shakes his head. "You do what you gotta do, bub. I’m happy to keep you company."

You smile again, grab an armful of bright pink roses and place them gently in front of you. Picking up some scissors too in order to cut the stems short.

"So are you gonna be at the Bugle today?”

Peter takes a seat in front of you. “No, I called in sick.”

Your eyebrows furrow with worry almost instantly, face dropping at his words.

“You’re sick? Oh, Peter, you should have said, I would have stayed with you-” You lean over the counter, a hand already reaching out to rest against his forehead and check his temperature. Smoothly, Peter catches you and interlocks his fingers with yours.

“I’m not actually sick, bub. Just wanted to spend some time with you today.” 

You gasp, feigning shock whilst your hand squeezes his gently. “Peter Benjamin Parker! Are you playing truant?”

“Nope,” Peter quips back. “I’m playing another game called I love my beautiful girlfriend very much and want to spend as much time as possible with her.”

Your nose wrinkles adorably as you pretend to ponder it. 

“You should probably revise that. It’s a mouthful.”

“Touché, pretty girl.” 

You smile giddily at him and detangle your hand from his. "I was thinking of heading to the flower market later. You wanna come?" 

Peter is nodding before you’ve even finished. “I’d love to, baby.”

The smile you shoot him in response is so radiant that Peter half thinks you could give the sun a run for it’s money.

-

You’re in your element as you leap out of the truck. Bright eyes shining, flickering around, taking in the already bustling market. 

The sun is high behind you, and its yellows and oranges frame your soft silhouette in a way that makes Peter wish he’d brought his camera along to capture the moment.

You reach and grab his hand tightly. Three squeezes; I love you

He replies with his own three squeezes and reaches out with his other hand to brush his knuckles against your cheek tenderly. 

“You’re so pretty.” He murmurs because it’s true and he can’t help himself. 

“You’re biased.”

“I'm not. I thought you were pretty before we’d even spoken for the first time.”

“Well, now you’re just telling fibs, Peter Parker.” 

Peter cocks his head at the hint insecurity that seeps into your voice when you speak, but you brush him off before has the chance to question it.

"This is my favourite place ever, you know?" 

Peter does know this as a matter of fact, but he seizes the opportunity. “It’s mine too.”

“Your favourite place is the market?”

“My favourite place is with you, sweetheart. Wherever you take me doesn’t matter. As long as I'm with you.”

Peter thinks to himself as a side note that he loves the market too because it’s so utterly you. 

Loud without being overwhelming, unabashed and sweet and full of colour and life. 

You squeeze your eyes shut, pulling your hand out of his to cover your face, still not entirely used to receiving all the compliments that he offers you on a daily basis.

The boy just loops his fingers back between yours and uncovers your features easily. 

“There you are.”

Then, before he shower you with compliments, you tug him along deeper into the market - sundress floating around you in a way that makes Peter want to pull you to him and kiss you silly until your knees go weak underneath you.

“You’re going to be the death of me, sweetheart,” he murmurs, and you don’t hear him under the bustle of the market but the Pride and Prejudice line springs to mind again. 

Peter Parker is absolutely and undeniably a man bewitched.

-

You chat openly with the stall owners as they unload batches of flowers from their trucks and set up and they chatter back, happy to converse with the young girl from Queens who remembers all their names and always has something to talk about.

“Oh, these are just beautiful, Mrs Jameson!" you smile at an older lady that Peter hasn’t met before standing by a selection of dark purple flowers. 

"How's your son by the way?" 

It’s something Peter loves about you. The way you’re always caring, always intent on making people feel as seen as possible.

"He's doing well! Off to college in September." 

Then the lady looks at Peter, a smile crinkling the corners of her eyes "This the boy you’ve spoken so highly of?" 

You nod energetically. "He is! This is Peter. Peter, this is Mrs Jameson." 

Something in Peter's heart warms upon realising that you’ve mentioned him to other people.

"It’s nice to meet you,” he smiles softly.

"Likewise." Then, she beckons him closer, a faux whisper falling from her smiling lips. "This one's a keeper. Don't lose her."

"I don't intend to," Peter whispers back and he swears you smile even harder at that. Tucking yourself into his side gently, honey and sunlight and wildflowers nestling right into him.

You end up taking a batch of the purple flowers from Mrs Jameson and stick around to chat with her a little longer, staying tucked under Peter’s arm and he traces absentminded circles onto your bare shoulders. 

-

The two of walk away a while later when you’ve finished talking to Mrs Jameson and some of the other vendors. 

If he'd been with anyone else, Peter thinks that he might have gotten bored. But it's you.

And so Peter doesn't mind in the slightest.

You stop hesitantly, a few paces from the truck, and when Peter looks down, you’re already peering up at him.

"Is this okay?” you ask him then. “I know it’s not for everyone.” 

The insecurity he heard earlier in your voice returns. A palpable remnant of a past in which far too many people told you that you were too much instead of reminding you that you’re perfect just the way you are. It’s something that Peter always wishes he could chase away for good, but he can’t and so he settles on pulling you in for a hug, mindful of the flowers you’ve insisted on carrying.

"Yes, sweetheart, this is great." 

“Promise?”

And you look so beautiful when you ask him that Peter thinks he could fall to his knees and promise you just about anything in the blink of an eye.

He nudges your pinky with his own until you loop it around his.

“Promise.”

Then, he gestures to the flowers at the top of the crate that you took from Mrs Jameson. They're wrapped separately from everything else, in a small bouquet and Peter would be lying if he said his interest isn’t piqued.

"So, what do these ones mean?"

"Hm?" You stop right in front of the truck and look up at him.

Peter clears his throat. "In your shop... You have little tags that say what the flowers mean."

"Oh! Yeah. I do!" You smile sheepishly, balancing the crate of other flowers on your raised knee as you fumble in your pocket for the keys to the truck. Peter takes the crate away from you gently because you look like an accident waiting to happen. When his fingers brush against yours, he feels like a schoolboy all over again.

"These ones are Bellflowers, Campanulas," you look up at him, taking the crate and putting it in the trunk but pulling the purple flowers out. 

"They symbolise affection and constancy... They- they reminded me of you actually."

"Of me?"

"The shop and you." clicking your fingers to specify you look at him bashfully. "You're my constants."

Peter's heart begins to melt at the sight of your shy smile and when you offer him the flowers with a small “for you”, he feels himself dissolve into a puddle.

“Thank you, bub.” He presses a quick doting kiss on your forehead before moving to hold the door open for you. 

You drive back to the shop in comfortable silence, the radio playing a light melody in the background. You hum thoughtfully, tapping on the wheel as you drive and when you laugh out loud at what the person on the radio says, sweet and infectious, the line comes to mind for a third and final time. 

You have bewitched me, body and soul.