#but its cute and ends up sticking even after they start dating cause it still makes reggie go bright red

[lovelookspretty]

not so bad

college!rafe cameron x reader au

— in which rafe and y/n absolutely despise each other in public but crush in secret. rafe is failing his humanities class & is assigned y/n as his tutor . . . maybe all it took for this relationship to form was just a bit of forced proximity and some time.

warning(s): nothing much, just rafe and y/n being cuteness, but there is a little bit of a serious talk !! omg rafe being kind ?? this is insane

authors note: this is NOT the end of the series of course. theyre just starting to become friends but obvi theyre gna become lovers with time. am i rushing this ?? idk cs theyve been frenemies since kids n now theyre js officially friends in part 4 like okay u guys move fast. mayb its my fault

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you knock upon his door, your heartbeat thudding with each pulse as you anxiously wait outside his dorm. rafe had gotten back to you just hours after you sent him the message about the second tutor session, seeming to be just fine with having to spend more time with you after ignoring each other all week.

it just worries you a little about how this is going to go.

the door opens, revealing the blond boy himself. his tongue is pressed against the side of his mouth as he leans out between the crack in the door. his eyes are right on you, and he strands up straight, pulling the door open completely to let you in.

he’s standing there in some forest green crewneck with a white shirt underneath and some pants. in his hand is a small glass container full of what looks like mac and cheese and what you guess are steak bites with a spoon sticking out of it. he eats so much actual food instead of cafeteria food that you know that he’s gonna get his own place after freshman year and invest mostly in his kitchen for some gourmet shit that reminds him of home and some gym preps. that’s just so rafe.

you’re not surprised though that he doesn’t share any of his food with those in the dorm building with you guys, even just to sell them and make money. even though you know a ton of students would pay and kill to get away from the same rotation of food they’re usually served here. ‘cause it’s not like he needs the extra money anyway. his family’s loaded. so that is so not rafe.

there’s also a small smile on his face when he lets you in, but also like there’s just absolutely no thought behind his eyes. he looks stupid. but you think he looks stupid every time you see him.

you hesitantly step inside, still not completely comfortable in his space. or comfortable at all. it almost feels like your first time inside his dorm again, only with more tension than before everything. a month ago, you didn’t even think that was possible.

“so you’re failing english,” you’re the first to say something. you walk over to his desk like last time and carefully set your ipad on its surface.

“english isn’t for everyone.”

“surprised it isn’t for you after that little showdown in class,” you point out, turning to him.

he shuts the door behind him and locks it, then walks to his bed to sit on the edge, facing you. digging into his mac, he nods, “that was fun by the way.”

you raise an eyebrow at him. what is going on? one moment he’s not even paying you any mind but now he’s able to have a normal conversation with you. even say something kind of nice.

but then, you’ve been the same way in the switch from neglect to willingness.

“show me your notes,” you tell him, and he pushes himself off the edge of the bed to stand and walk to you. you watch him as he approaches his desk, controlling his laptop through his track pad.

he navigates through chrome and opens his documents like last time. he pulls up his most recent notes, which are in a folder with the title being the dates of this past week.

“since our first ever session, i started organizing my notes for class for every lecture per week,” he says, stepping away from the laptop to let you take a look at it. you go to sit in his chair to inspect his new notes, noticing the huge difference in how he takes notes now. “these five have been from this week for this class. so . . .”

as he trails off you can hear him eat spoonfuls and spoonfuls of his food, in which you glance back at him at the sounds of. but your focus is still on the notes, to tutor him.

you’re surprised that he’s gone to no notes to notes at all, let alone organized ones with folders, headings, dates, actual information, the whole shabang. has he been doing this for all of his classes too?

“that’s . . . impressive,” you say honestly, looking back at him. “but i don’t get it. if you’ve been writing down the lecture material then why are you almost failing the class?”

he shrugs, finishing his bite before swallowing it down to speak. “english isn’t for everyone,” he repeats himself, and you raise an eyebrow at his words.

you’re a little lost because literally none of this makes sense. “w— wait, so you . . . you take your english notes for about three weeks and whether or not you absorb the material, you boil it down to: at the end of the day you’ll fail because ‘english isn’t for everyone’? rafe.”

“y/n,” he says.

“why are you even in university?” you ask him, and you see his expression falter when he realizes you’re serious. “i mean like actually. we both left the outer banks to attend here but you’re failing your classes whether you do the work for them or not. it seems like you aren’t even trying. what’s the point?”

“you know, college isn't just about classes,” he tells you, and you cock your head in question. “it’s about the whole experience—making connections, networking, discovering yourself. it’s what i wanted to do from the start. plus, there are plenty of other ways to learn besides sitting in a lecture hall.”

you stare at him in silence. that doesn’t answer your question at all. “okay, but you aren’t learning, period. like lectures apparently go in one ear and out the other,” you say, and rafe only smiles as he looks down at his food, picking at it as he makes his way over to the edge of his bed again.

“i mean isn’t the whole point of college to get an education?” you ask him, your tone skeptical. “seems like a waste of time and money if you're not even going to try to pass all your classes.”

he gives you a knowing look when you mention money, but it’s almost like he doesn’t want to talk about about that. or need to. “to each their own, y/n,” he replies cryptically, and his expression is unreadable. “we all have our reasons for being here.”

a part of you understands where he’s coming from completely, yet another part insists that there’s still a way to balance both. you know he’s capable. he just needs some motivation.

“i think . . . you should have no reason to be failing right now, especially because of your improvement from last time,” you tell him honestly. “you should be making the most out of your already-paid-for classes anyway! you’ve written the work, you’ve been able to pass your exams, you said you needed to study last time i was here, you read a book assigned to the class and were able to debate with me on it. you’re fully capable. you just need a little push maybe.”

he grimaces. “are you gonna spend your time here to teach me how to learn?”

“no.” you shake your head at him, “i’m gonna spend my time here to just motivate you. you’ve spent all your time investing a great amount of energy and effort into your other classes. why not this one? thompson doesn’t need me to tutor you; he just wants me to help you in any way that i can.”

rafe is silent as you spin around in his chair to face him fully.

“we can work on our assignment together if you want,” you offer, but your voice comes out in a mumble, unsure if he’ll take it or feel off about the idea. “i haven’t finished it yet. this way, we can be in each others presence here, but not with me teaching you, but us working together at the same level.”

for once you can see in his face that there’s a little glint in his eyes. and he looks . . . hopeful. he nods. and you feel good about this, in some weird way—just working out things between you and him when for years it’s been nothing but tension. it’s almost like a weight off your back to know that you both are okay with each other enough to be friends. or kind of friends. or tolerate each other.

you twist your body and take his laptop into your hands, then stand from the chair to hand rafe his laptop while simultaneously taking his container from him. you set it down on his desk and cover it up for him.

“prepare for the worst few hours of your life,” you tell him as you pull up your class assignment, and you don’t need to look up to see the smile on rafe’s face. you can tell he’s holding back from it but it’s there. and there’s one on yours too.

after just an hour and a half of discussing, writing, deleting, a lot of questions, yelling, and finally completing all of your english work for the week, you get ready to head back to your dorm. it’s definitely late and rafe mentioned that lorenzo should be coming back soon and will wanna go to sleep right away.

with your ipad tucked underneath your armpit you push rafe’s chair in under his desk, then head for the door. rafe has once again offered you more water like before but this time the offer came with snacks from the whole drawer that rafe had organized in his bedspace. that guy has great taste in snacks.

“thanks for helping me out by the way,” rafe mumbles under his breath as he treads behind you, walking you out. you open the door and look back at him, in which his hand finds the door above your head. “you didn’t have to do it a second time but you did. i really, uh . . . i really appreciate it.”

“literally no problem at all,” you say as he pulls out some cash from his back pocket like he prepared it for you. you raise your eyebrows. “no it’s fine. i didn’t even tutor you today. you can keep it.”

“you still took time out of your day and helped me out so unfortunately it does,” he insists, then slaps the money in your palm.

you roll your eyes, stuffing it in your pocket as you turn around to leave.

“hey wait,” he says, reaching out to stop you but pulling away before he could make contact. he’s a little anxious as he goes to scratch his temple, closing one of his eyes as he thinks about it for a second. you stop and wait patiently, curious. “sorry for being so weird the other day,” he starts to say, but you’re already waving your hand to tell him it’s okay.

“rafe really, it’s oka—”

“it’s not,” he cuts you off, and you’re silenced from the look on his face. he looks almost defeated, or rather disappointed in himself. he can’t even look at you like he’s embarrassed of what he’s said and done.

he takes a moment to build the courage to communicate his thoughts, and eventually he knows exactly what to say.

“i was just having a rough day ‘cause i was just overwhelmed,” he says. you furrow your eyebrows, wondering what he means. it seems personal that you step back inside his room and shut the door behind you.

“then when i saw you here with enzo, it didn’t even cross my mind to think that you were actually here for me. since i wasn’t even in the room, i thought ‘why would she just be here?’ . . . it was just a lot of fresh feelings and everything was setting me off, including that. and i’m . . . i’m sorry, it shouldn’t have happened,”

“and i’m sorry for ignoring you for a week too. i thought we were just back to how things have always been, and to be honest, that made me upset too. ‘cause you’re really cool to be around. i guess.”

you frown at him. “i think you’re pretty cool too,” you tell him. “even though you piss me off. it feels kind of nice being able to talk to you like we’re . . .”

“friends,” he finishes for you, and you nod. he’s smiling. “that whole feud just to become friends after two hours of tutoring huh?”

your smile turns into a laugh as you nod. you had the same thought. “maybe it just means that since we became friends so easily, we were meant to become that in the first place instead of whatever we were,” you suggest, and rafe grins at you. your smile fades slowly as you stare up at him, “so friends?”

“whatever,” he says with his grin still, and he goes to shake your hand on it. you chuckle, pulling away from the handshake to push his chest, and you head for the door again. “i’ll see you?” he asks, following you again.

“i’ll see you,” you say as you walk down toward your dorm. when you take out your key, you look to the side and see rafe’s head peeking out from his door. he’s beaming, his smile open with his tongue pressed to the side. “goodnight,” you say, unlocking your door as you head inside.

“goodnight,” you can hear him respond as you shut the door behind you, and you spot aria sleeping in her bed already.

you place your ipad on your desk and approach your dresser to retrieve some new clothes. you plan on heading to the showers really quick to get ready for bed.

as you collect your clothes, towels, and shower caddy, you feel your phone buzz in your pocket. you slip out of your room to head for the showers, swiping up on your screen to see what’s going on. it’s a message from rafe.

‘ ik u just left like 15 minutes ago but my friends and i wanna go see this new coffee shop tmw and they play live music. just wanted to know if u would wanna come? ’

before you can reply, he sends another message:

‘ totally fine if not idk what our boundaries are ’

‘ u would like elara and lorenzo. they’re really cool ’

‘ i’ll pay for your coffee ’

you jump at the opportunity to reply back instantly.

‘ i’ll see u there !! ’

@svnsetcrve @sublimepenguinpeach-blog @lalalalala33 @darkcolorexpert @babyflockaaaa @lifeofleasaasa @ilyrafe @mkiverd @wxn-drlst

[cafesweetvn]

HAPPY POCKY DAY 11/11

Artemis: When you first brought the idea up to Artemis, he frankly thought it was stupid. He didn't see the point of playing the game and was confused about how a game like this even came into existence. But...Artemis loves you dearly, and so he indulges you(after you ask like 5 times LOL) He takes the plain side and holds it in his mouth, its only then when he realizes how close you two will be and he quickly backs up before you can get closer. He needs a moment to prepare. Eventually he closes his eyes and allows you to move closer, after all, he can't see you, even though he can feel how close your presence is. He takes small bites and inches closer to you until your lips finally meet. The only reason he'd win is cause he freezes as soon as you two kiss LOL

Sanka: Sanka tilts their head, "Pocky game? I've...never heard of that!" But they perk up soon enough. "It's a game though, so it's gotta be fun! Besides, it'll be with you! My favorite person in the entire world! No, wait...UNIVERSE!! Anyways, I wanna do it!" He rambles before staring at you waiting for you to explain the game. Honestly, she's just really looking forward to kissing you when you explain the rules. She plays your game, putting the pocky stick in her mouth and taking bites. His heart races and he can't help but giggle just a little bit at the fluttering feeling in his stomach. They practically melt when your lips touch. They pull away first, but not for long as they smile and pepper your face with kisses!

Hyun-ae: Oh...Hyun-ae's never done this before. She's been in plenty relationships, but none of them had known about the pocky game and most refused to indulge, causing her to eventually give up asking. She's frankly ecstatic when you ask, cause she had been wanting to do this for so long. "Yeah, I'm down." She answers cooly, yet she can't hide the growing smile on her face, giving away her excitement. She offers you the chocolate, not being the biggest fan of sweets herself(which just goes to show how badly she's wanted to do this) Hyun-ae actually takes the SMALLEST bites to avoid eating too much of the sweet chocolate, plus she thinks it's really cute if you come to her(She'll never pass up an opportunity to tease you <3). She'll let you kiss her and you can FEEL her smirk. She grabs the back of your head and kisses you passionately, she'll make sure she wins!

Davi: Sputters as it's wide eyes look up at you in utter shock cause like...what do you mean...YOU want to kiss HIM??!?!?! Literally Davi feels like it's in a dream right now. Are you an angel? You've been SO nice to him and you just keep WANTING to give him more?!?! He nods along with it, wanting to kiss you. He lets you take whatever end you want and shakily places the other end into his mouth. He slowly takes small bites(bigger then Hyun-ae's, but still small) his heart is pounding rapidly and he can feel your presence getting closer, your scent invading his nostrils, your breath fanning his face, and your warmth radiating off of you. It's so hyper aware that before it even knows it, it's pulled away and covered it's red, overheating face. He stands quickly, realizing he pulled away as he sees your confused face, pocky stick still in your mouth. "S-sorry! It's...it's not that I don't want to kiss you, I...I do...but I can't! I'm gonna ex-explode!"

Valeria: She's surprisingly shy when you ask her, you can see her hands shaking with excitement! She squeals as she hurriedly takes a pocky stick and goes to put it in her mouth. "You are SO cute, y'know that?! I could just eat you up! But really, I'm so happy you wanted to do this with me, because I have BEEN wanting to do this with you for SO long! blah blah blah blah....etc etc" She just starts rambling on for hours about how much she loves you and has loved you, how happy she in you chose her! The pocky eventually gets forgotten cause she just HAS to show you how much she loves you, date, NOW!! She'll remember right before she's about to fall asleep and she'll bolt up and go to your room with the pocky, apologizing and suggesting you two do it now(she's an early sleeper so pocky day isn't over at this point)

Imani: "Like that thing our friends would do in middle school?" Imani asks, looking up from her book. "I never was able to get more then halfway...although...I might be able to do it, if it's with you." She looks up in thought for a few moments before looking back at you full of determination. "Y-yeah! I wanna do it with you!" You two have a little banter, trying to give each other the chocolate end, but in the end you win, letting Imani have the chocolate end. She does a cute, playful little cheer as she sticks the chocolate end into her mouth, getting embarrassed at the close proximity as you take the other end into your mouth. Realizing how overstimulated she is already, she takes a big bite, kind of hoping to get it over with already cause of how suffocating it feels. Tenses when your lips finally touch, she's so frozen she doesn't even pull away. Actually....is she even breathing? Imani? IMANI!?!?

Fritz: Oh...Fritz's brain short circuits for a minute. Fritz has had feelings for you for so long that he's been WANTING to do this since he first found the game. That said, of course he agrees, not even bothering to hide his eagerness, which embarrasses you a little. He lets you choose what side you want and put's it in your mouth for you. He gently holds your chin with one hand and his other hand supports the cracker as he puts it in his mouth. He smiles at you and takes a bite, his smile can't stop growing with each bite you take closer to him. Fritz takes big bites, that way they can kiss you sooner. And in no time, their lips are on yours, their hand sneaked around to the back of your head to hold you in place against their lips as they kiss you passionately. You two pull away, out of breath. "Again?" They look up at you, a teasing smile on their face. You nod and and place another stick of pocky between your lips, only to feel it taken out and replaced by Fritz's lips again before they pull away. "Not the game, silly. The kiss...I want more...and I'm too impatient to wait for your tiny bites."

Archie: "How cute... unfortunately, you didn't come to me covered in blood so I'm not attracted to you in any way. Seriously, learn my tastes already if you're going to be asking me to play stupid games with you." Despite Archie's cruel words, he has a smile of his face, which you know, by now, to be a part of his facade.

BONUS(Killer): You hold the stick of pocky to the killer in fear, horrified that you'd be the next victim. The killer takes the piece of pocky and presses it against their mask, forgetting that their mouth is covered by the mask. They shrug and pull you closer, holding you gently, but firmly, placing the chocolate covered stick in your mouth and they place their forehead against yours. They pull away and ruffle your hair before leaving.

HERE ARE THE REALLY OLD DOODLES!! Minus the killer cause they didn't exist yet LOL(they did, but not their concept or design, they were just kind of the killer and you'd know who it was when you saw em)

also the character at the top was going to be place holder mc, I was going to have a fem, androgenous, and masc MC for the player to choose from, but they're just a blank slate now!!

[kingboohoo37]

KBH RANDOM RANT

I'M BACK... at least I try to post more often. Streams will also come more regularly (surely...).

I'm slowly getting back to work so my time is still very limited. I thought this was a good time to bring back my random rants about fandoms since I just revisited an old classic from my childhood.

YEP we're talking about Kim Possible one of the most ludicrous fictional universes I've ever seen... In a good way!

First up: This show is FUDGING 22 YEARS OLD THIS YEAR... I'm really getting old...

The funny part about that is it was made during the peak of the 2000s... and you really notice that. The language that most teenagers use in this show is so stereotypical for that time it feels so nostalgic even watching it XD

Anyway, let's get the obvious out of the way. I know this is supposed to be a kids cartoon and I know that I'm an adult man but that doesn't stop me from watching it.

So, why is this show so great?

Good question! Its primary charm probably comes from its simple comedic attitude of telling a story.

The characters are so ridiculous that you should never be able to take this show seriously simply because most of their actions or the situations around them don't even make sense. This show just requires you to take in its vibe and go with the flow. I mean... a teenager knowing 16 forms of Kung Fu and saving the world on any given occasion is nothing that can possibly make sense. Don't forget: "Anything's possible for a Possible!"

Let's get into the characters:

Kim is your basic teenage girl, and she's here to save the world. You can't stop her 'cause...

Okay I'll stop xD

Apart from her being an ass-kicking girl boss, her main character traits are kinda the things you expect from a main character. She saves the world out of sheer will to stick to her morals. In short: she wants to help people. That obviously doesn't always work out and she sometimes ends up judging people by what they are instead of who they are. On top of that, she gets jealous easily.

BUT she is brave, smart, and makes usually good choices in the heat of the moment (except when it comes to love xD), and is otherwise very mature for her age.

Well... the opening song didn't lie. She really is your basic teenage girl. That doesn't mean she isn't cool xD

Well, obviously I can't end it without talking about the man and his very smart and hungry naked little friend.

What makes this show so funny is well... its ability to deliver comedy simply by a character existing and Ron Stoppable plays a big part in that.

He is pretty much a normal guy who just happens to be Kim's childhood friend and later somehow steals her heart xD

He is an absolute doofus. He is silly and rarely takes anything seriously. He is also lazy and loves his favorite junk food joint Bueno Nacho.

Despite all that he still cares for his friends, his naked mole rat Rufus, and usually learns a very important lesson after an episode.

He accompanies Kim on pretty much every mission and is usually more of a hindrance than a help. Despite all that Kim still loves him in her own way. And he also saves the day a couple of times, so it's not like he is a complete slob.

Rufus is just the cherry on top. Both of these guys are hilarious and I was honestly surprised by how much I laughed watching this show.

I could go on and on but I'm gonna try to finish up this post here before it gets too long xD

Even though every episode has kind of a similar structure, it never gets boring. The villains, the side characters... all of them add something very unique to the table. You just throw some characters together and boom the story kind of writes itself XD

Season 4 was my absolute favorite part of the show since guess what ... that was when Kim and Ron started dating and BOY DO THEY MAKE A CUTE COUPLE.

Ahem... anyways. I do not regret watching all 87 episodes in the last 2-3 weeks. If you're looking for a comfortable. goofy and funny way to escape reality for a moment I can only recommend this old classic.

[popchoc]

Hey there, I really loved your Helm and Yasuda date prompt! Could you please do another one, maybe with 🏥🤫🌧? Thank you

Mika & Taryn, 🏥 🌧 🤫

"Why?" Taryn asks herself for the thousandth time, "Why did I ever say yes? Why on earth did I ever agree to a date that has no future in it?"

Yet just like the question, the answer keeps being the same: because she'd really, really wanted to.

Because she'd been thinking about this girl ever since she'd met her, and had been falling for her the more she got to know her in those months after. She just hadn't been sure if the feeling was mutual, or at least not sure - and with that not brave - enough.

Thank heavens Mika is nothing like her! Not when it comes to courage. Cause there she suddenly was. Showing up at the bar to tell her that she likes her, that she's actually into her, and to ask her on a date, a real one. Taryn could not have been more happy, despite their terrible timing.

Despite the fact that she'd just learned that she was going to be Mika's boss.

She'd been thrilled, and thus she'd ignored that little twitch of doubt and agreed.

She'd agreed, and soon after they'd went on a perfect date. They'd shared time, laughter (who knew a canceled wedding could be that much fun?) and some sweet kisses together, before heading to work, where Mika's day had turned insane and Taryn got to be there for her in the hours after, when Mika told her every detail about almost losing Dr. Altman as well as their patient while being with them in that OR. Taryn had listened attentively until far after midnight, when Mika's voice had finally started to drift off, telling her she was this close to falling asleep, despite still being on the phone.

But unlike Mika, she hadn't been able to sleep, and it wasn't just because her first day as chief resident was about to begin.

It was because her first day as Mika's boss was about to begin, and because she knew, deep down inside, that whatever they were about to start together needed to be ended.

Today.

As in, right now.

Still questioning herself, while pacing back and forth, Taryn keeps her eye on the ER's back door, then sprints towards it as soon as she catches Mika walk in - completely drenched from the heavy rain outside.

"Come," she just says, taking Mika by the elbow before she can even say hi, "We need to talk."

It isn't until they're halfway the corridor that she halts and turns towards her (by now) intern again. Without a word, Mika stares back at her in anticipation, somewhat confused, but mostly soaked - and with that kind of miserable, yet also both super cute and weirdly hot.

The image alone leaves Taryn speechless for a moment. All she can do is look at this girl in front of her. At the raindrops that are sticking to her lashes, and that single one that rolls from her temple to her chin. At the damp, clingy hairs that are stuck to her skin. At her mouth that's fallen open as she's panting for air after her run though the rain, and then the hallway.

"What is it?" Mika asks at last.

Taryn sighs, then shakes her head, trying to get herself together. To force herself to do the right thing. Her eyes find Mika's again, which doesn't help. Which makes her forget everything she'd plan to say.

When she stays quiet, Mika takes a small step closer.

"Taryn?"

It's in that moment that Taryn gives up. That she can actually feel her hand move towards the door handle of the supply room right next to her, while the other one makes its way up to the lapel of Mika's sodden coat.

Fuck it.

As she pulls Mika along with her, she deeply inhales, then finally finds her voice again.

"No one can know."

The door closes behind them. Today's not the day.

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Mix & Match Writing Prompts

[greatbigbellies]

2023 PREGNANCY KINK ADVENT CALENDAR (DAY 13)

Secret Surrogate: 2nd Trimester.

So today was our last day in the office before we all started working from home, and I cannot tell you how close I have skirted the line hiding this pregnancy. Due to my below average height, I’ve started showing much more than I initially expected to, since the baby has nowhere to grow but out front. I will admit, I may have been playing it a little fast and loose with my diet, and maybe giving into my cravings a little more than I should but… I AM eating for two so I deserve some leniency. It’s predominantly baby weight anyway, it should melt off after I’ve popped…

Regardless, I am rounder, mostly in my tummy but noticeably all over. One of the most inconvenient parts of that is the weather is warming up, and it’s becoming increasingly difficult to justify wearing loose hoodies and sweaters. They have a nice shapelessness to them that makes them invaluable for hiding a pregnant gut but… I mean beyond looking just a little strange still wearing a sweater when its nearly 70 fahrenheit out, I’M starting to feel uncomfortably warm. I can’t articulate how important it is that we all moved to work from home, cause there wasn’t any way I could keep that up.

I’m 25 weeks now, but even going back to about 18 weeks, things started getting harder to keep tucked away. My tummy wasn’t just a convenient little fat pouch but was firm enough and sticking forward enough that it was getting a little too hard to hand wave away. I learned the hard way that loose, big sweaters have to be LONG enough too, which you wouldn’t think would be an issue for me considering how short I am. But, alas, a big yawn and stretch leaves a sliver of tummy skin exposed, and that is VERY risky for me. I haven't developed stretchmarks yet but, I have no doubt they’re on their way. This baby is weighing in slightly heavier than average for being 25 weeks, and a little bigger too. Nothing to worry about health wise, but the doctor says that it can be “indicative of more prominent growth later in the pregnancy”. I may be cautiously safe since we don’t return to the office until AFTER my due date, but every inch I gain now is one I have to whittle off later.

Still, things have been pretty good otherwise. My friend has been so supportive and doting. She’s adamant that my involvement warrants special treatment, since, in her words, I’m “going above and beyond to help her start her family”. Sometimes I wonder if she forgets how long we’ve been friends and how ride or die I am for her. I know she’d do the same for me. Still, she insists on taking me to regular lunches, and she’s bought me some VERY high end cocoa butter to rub on my tummy (It smells amazing I might use this stuff even when I’m NOT pregnant). She’s even offered to take me maternity clothes shopping when the time comes, and I might take her up on it because that day is rapidly approaching.

It’s honestly really sweet though, how much she’ll dote on me… it kind of takes me back to when we were sweet on each other in college. We ended up mutually rolling it back after a few months. We loved each other a lot but, we worked better as friends. Still, having her buy me food and gifts and rub my pregnant tummy now, reminds me of when she’d take me on dates and do little surprises for me, and give me back rubs when we were together. She’s just always been very sweet. It’s cute the way she praises how much her baby is growing but almost immediately rolls it back for fear of offending me, because if her baby is bigger, so am I. I appreciate her concern but my body image is honestly the best it’s been in years.

I can’t say I strictly dislike the changes I’m experiencing, actually… if it wasn’t for the work drama, I think I’d honestly lean into it a bit? My hips are widening, tummy is bigger, I can definitely feel my thighs have MORE to them. Once I’m done, I might not even stress too much about taking the weight off. Being out of the office for almost 5 months is a reasonable time to gain weight, who is to say the sedentary lifestyle of working out of a bedroom office didn’t have its effects? I guess what I’m saying is, if it wasn’t for outside pressures, I’d have no shame showing off this pregnancy. I’m doing something amazing helping someone I love, and it’s something I should be proud of.

That has easily been my biggest struggle with everything, the tension between feeling proud of my pregnancy and what I’m doing, and the forced hesitation I need to have at the idea of showing it off. Or, honestly, not even showing it off so much as existing with is as a visible factor. We’ve had pregnant coworkers around the office before, hell, one of the ladies in HR pops out a kid every other year for crying out loud… but she’s MARRIED. If you’re hitched you’re fine, no one bats an eye… but god forbid someone have a baby outside of marriage.

Ugh, I’m ranting too much. Or maybe I’m not ranting enough? Either way, I’m out of the office now. If I have a zoom meeting I’ll just keep the camera tilted up so I’m only in the frame chest up, the hard part of keeping it covert is over. Now’s just… the hard part of carrying a baby.

[hellfiremunsonn]

WHY WHAT HAPPENED??(if you’re comfy)

OH MY MOTHER FUCKING GOD

BESTIE

YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW.

SO LETS START FROM THE BEGINNING.

SO

I matched with this dude on hinge, he was hot, looked like a vampire dom daddy (as you've seen me refer to him as before) and I was like omg dom daddy here I come.

AND THEN I was like hey Alfie look at this dude, and she was like "AYEO"

So then I was like what if we you know, all kiss each other, and she was like YEAH OKAY.

But then there was a bit of some miscommunication so both Alfie and I thought that both of us were saying that he had to pick one of us because were both literal goobs.

but thats not where the drama stops!!!!!!! He was basically trying to like turn me against Alfie and was making it seem like she was the crazy one the entire time. And I was sitting there like "damn, maybe Alfie is crazy" but it didn't make sense to me because Alfie is literally the most sweet and smart and perfect little human being so It didn't make sense. AND THEN Alfie and I talked and we were like OHHHH WERE DUMB.

But Alfie and I were like cool, all three of us can date each other, we were all down for that, all consented to that.

SO we go to his house to hang out, and fuck around obviously because duh.

BUT BUT BUT before we met up with him I said to Alfie. "Our relationship comes first, platonic, or romantic, we come first, you're my priority" because its true! I've known her for almost a year now so obviously that relationship is more important.

He went INSTANTLY into like dom mode, making us both kneel and each of us take off one of his boots.

He spanked the both of us for previous shenanigans and that was chill.

And honestly I should have known something was off then because I didn't feel the same about everything as I had two days before.

Alfie has mentioned this before on her blog, and has given me permission to talk about it, but she struggles with penetration, half because of trauma, half because of Vaginismus (A condition that can make penetrative sex difficult and painful)

It's something she's been working on, and isn't something she hid from him nor me so there was never any pressure for her to even try to have sex if she didn't want to.

That's kind of where it was like teehee Lillie can pick up the slack on that part cause although sex is still a bit painful for me, I can take a dick.

NOW before we get into the rest of it lets talk about this mf and his ZERO foreplay. He has a lot of sexual trauma so there was also never any pressure for him to do anything he didn't want to do, but as the one being in charge of two submissive, their pleasure or the instruction of it is in his hands. There was none of that.

He told Alfie to go down on me which she did, so I at least got SOMETHING but it was actually kind of hard to concentrate while he was there. (He also makes these like absolute feral growling sounds, and sticks his tongue out, like full tongue out)

Yes there was lube involved but like, you want your partner(s) to touch you, or want you to feel good.

So after Alfie and him had a moment, that I got to sit back and watch which was fantastic, Alfie is fucking HOT so I was having a good time. SO after that he was like ayeo time for Lillie!!!

And I was like cool whatever lets get it over with, which I probably should have mentioned but like I endured it anyway. So Alfie is next to us trying to cum with her vibrator, and hes fucking me, and I keep looking over at Alfie because like hello she's hot and making cute noises, ALSO ITS A FUCKING THREESOME, INVOLVE THE OTHER PERSON.

SO then he fucks into me a few times and its a bit too deep to still feel comfy so I was like ayeo lets slow down which he was cool with. Alfie is still struggling to cum cause thats life and sometimes that happens, and because I told him to slow down he just ended up stopping, like taking the condom off and everything so I was like cool!!! He fucked off for a second so I was telling Alfie maybe take a break from trying to cum and then come back to it, which she ended up doing.

But while taking a break, the come down of endorphins, she got into her head a little bit, so I knew something was up right away. We gave her some time to just like lay down for a second and then this MF is like okay I want you to suck my dick now and I'm like okay sure. (Also another thing, you can't touch him???? You can't touch his forearms, or his chest, or basically anywhere other than his bicep???? so sucking a dick when you can't touch it, and its one of them that sticks like straight up when its hard, ITS KINDA HARD TO MANEUVER)

But still I was like something is going on with Alfie. So Alfie gets up to get her pills cause it was pill o'clock, and he starts trying to get me to back to sucking his dick, and I was like wait no I wanna make sure Alfie is okay, and he was visibly upset.

So she's like across the room (I can't see her from where I am) taking her pills, and I'm just waiting to make sure she's okay, and so I ask her if she wants to leave, if she needs anything and she's saying she's okay but she's not.

But he thinks thats her giving us the green light so he tries again and I'm like literally no????

So she goes to the bathroom to like have a moment, and I have no intention of continuing anything sexual until Alfie is okay. So he turns to me when she's out of the room and is like "thats just odd timing for her to pull that" and "I'm like super frustrated right now" and "I suppressed a lot of my trauma for you guys"

and is like trying to say that she's doing it on purpose because of jealousy and shit, that were responsible for how he's handling his trauma, and that I'm somehow also responsible for him cumming????

and I'm like "if one of us isn't okay, were all not okay" because if you're going to be in a literally three way relationship everyone needs to be on the same wavelength.

Alfie comes back and wraps herself up in a blanket and I'm still asking her if she's okay, and if she needs anything, and so he asks me if he wants to come walk his dog with him to leave Alfie alone, and I was like no, I'm not going to leave her alone. So I tell him to go walk his dog so I can talk to Alfie, and as soon as I hear his bedroom door close I'm like "hey what's going on" and instantly Alfie tells me what's wrong, and that she just had a rush of negative emotions, could have been a little bit of sub drop, and how she felt left out when he started up the sexual stuff again.

WHICH IS LIKE SO VALID, a three way is exactly that, A THREE WAY.

So I mentioned some of her concerns when he comes back and that she felt a little left out, and his response was "well you could have have been involved"

HELLO? Like yeah obviously she could have been involved, but if you're creating a space where someone feels like they can't be included, or even voice that they want to be included??????

So then after I'm like not into anything sexual cause the way he reacted to how Alfie was feeling instantly put me off of him. After a while of Alfie feeling better and us making jokes again he goes "I'mma be good to go in like five minutes"

and like my brother in christ read the room. I was not going to do anything more with that mf.

Basically after like another hour of cuddling which we shouldn't have done we left because HE WAS HUNGRY. (THE ENTIRE TIME HE DIDN'T OFFER US FOOD, OR WATER, LITERALLY NOTHING)

He didn't kiss either of us goodbye, so when Alfie and I got into the uber we were like what the actual fuck was that. On the ride home I was like "Yeah I'm done, how he reacted to you solidified that decision"

So when we got home I sent him a message and said "I don't think I want to continue whatever it is we had going on" (with the added thumbs up emoji because I'm toxic)

and he said "Yeh its not really working for me either. Think your both grate thro!! I'm too happy we got to have fun together :)" (all that spelling is his spelling.... he actively used the wrong 'your' CONSTANTLY)

AND THATS BASICALLY HOW WE ENDED OUR NIGHT.

We cuddled and watched monsters inc after yelling about him and having a snack.

I could go on and on about FAKE DOMS because Jesus fucking christ they're everywhere and he was one of them.

[varikvamp]

Again here I go, writing a thing xD part three of the Licht x Slightly Oblivious MC. You may notice this one is a bit different. I decided to just stick with the writing style I like, and also it's longer. Well, I was scared of making them to long, now I say fuck that ○~○ So, let's get on with it hehe~

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Licht did spend a bit on that plan he made and as he did he remembered everything that's happened. Not just the fights, but the days spent just talking and hanging out. He had realized early on that you seemed to be the affectionate type. But he still didn't get this slight Oblivious nature you had. You were clearly capable of flirting, making sly remarks and the like. Hell, you had done so with him a few times. So, while the main goal was to get you to see your own Oblivious actions, he also wanted to know the reason.

So, with a minor adjustment to his classes he stood and left a note on his desk. Fortunately Melusine had been out tending to her own guild duties he assigned to her. As he walked out, he got this feeling in his gut. He would really need to be convincing if he didn't want you to catch on that he was up to no good. But he also suddenly felt self conscious. This was practically like a date at this point. How could he not get nervous. With a shake of his head Licht pulled himself together and started walking to where the two of you had agreed to meet up. Bringing out his phone he went to send a message but then he stopped himself. You had sent a message saying you were on your way, so that meant you were already there.

With a grin he decided to leave it a surprise when he showed up. It would only benefit him in the end. Or so he thought.

You, on the other hand, were by small shoppe, one that had seats out front. That's where you sat, phone beside a sketch book you had open and some new pencils out. There were plenty of things you wanted to draw. All of them being things that were important to you. People say that a photo lasts forever, so you had started taking pictures of those around you, people you care about. Your talent for sneakily taking photos when no one was looking was unmatched by now. And one of your favorite people to take photos of was Licht. How he sometimes got lost in thought only made it that much easier to snap a photo or two.

You were currently working on drawing a recent photo you took, one of Licht deep in thought, that evil glint in his eye that said he had an Idea. You had been confronted before about the way you acted, but you couldn't help it. Everyone was so important to you. All of them people you needed to know how much they meant to you. And yes, that sometimes caused you to be a bit.. over affectionate.

Overall though, you were excited with how this was coming out. That is until a hand was placed on your shoulder and you heard Lichts voice from behind you. You had no idea why, but you ended up slamming the book shut and holding it protectively agenst your chest.

Licht, who had only just arrived, didn't even get a glimpse of what was on the paper. But now his interest was piqued. "I didn't mean to startle you." He said and took a seat in front of you. Then he noticed the.... Sketch pencils? Is that a sketch book? You looked like a deer in headlights again, it was really cute to say the least. He couldn't help but enjoy the slight upper hand he had at the moment. "You didn't say anything about having an Art interest." He said and you huffed only to quickly recover and grin with that playful nature he knew well. "Should have been easy to figure out, you did catch me at the art gallery after all."

He took the hit to his pride. Yes indeed. He should have been able to to put that together. His brow twitched and he looked to the sketchbook. "What were you drawing?" He asked, not hiding the curiosity in his voice.

"I can't tell you all my secrets~ besides its not done yet..." You still had that characteristic grin with that signature playfulness to it. You were teasing him now. He didn't know how to take it. Already everything was unraveling. He never accounted for the idea you had an interest on Art. So he was a bit thrown for a loop, again. But he could make this work... he just had to beat you at your own game.

There was his own grin. He took into account how you used his own words against him. "So if I answer your question earlier, you'll answer mine?"

Your eyes narrowed. You knew that look. It meant trouble. "Fine. You first though." You said and set down the book. Licht nodded and took a second to look away, letting a hand run through his hair. His cheeks went pink before he finally looked back at you. "I was thinking about you when I painted it." He said that bashful look on his face again. You froze, now it was your turn to stop functioning for a moment. The information took a few seconds to process and for some reason you felt embarrassed.

"Your turn." He said and all of a sudden you grew very self conscious of the sketch. But without verbally answering him you opened the pad and let him see what was there. His face went from pink to red and the he looked back at you. The sudden tension between the two of you could be cut with a butter knife at this point. "W....why-"

"Because I want to draw things that are special to me..."

He couldn't tell if you were still oblivious or not. It didn't seem like it but... he needed a different approach. This wasn't working. It was just getting awkward. He stood and moved to sit next to you. "Do you understand why I used you as a muse?" He said and it was like his attitude changed. For once you were flustered, you had no comment, no remark. Licht sighed and put a hand to fix his glasses. In truth, he was mostly just fed up. After realizing everything how could he not get a bit frustrated? "It's because i..I..." He couldn't say it so instead he grabbed your shirt collar and pulled you close, your lips meeting his.

It was brief, and you started to get it. But how could you miss it? You started thinking back, all the memories going by in seconds. You had been captivated by his paintings at first, then when he helped you for the first time... you had always been attracted to him. You just couldn't see that he was also attracted to you. And you also realized that you didn't really hide your attraction to him. Hugging him from behind, holding onto his arms, feeling excited whenever you saw him.

Before Licht could pull away completely you grabbed a hold of him. That boldness you always had coming back. The playful nature, the sly look on your face. Licht gulped.

Perhaps he shouldn't have provoked you...

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Next part will be the last one for this! And I think you know where this is going~

[tharizdun-03]

The Case of Vanitas Watchrough & Readthrough

The Vanitas Opening is cute, very rom-com like. Basically just the two of them going on dates lol. I hope they're actually gay for each other. I need that. I really need that.

Vanitas episode was pretty good. Definitely more of an emphasis on world-building than character so far tho, and still has that Pandora Hearts comedy, but it's way less obnoxious, and presentation wise it's slick and stylish. It's got a solid hook, so I'll stick around for more.

I appreciate the Vanitas anime keeping the OST running even during gags. I feel like most anime stops the music during quick jokes, but keeping it going makes it flow better.

Rewatching Vanitas from the start as I'm gonna catch up now, and this is a very strong overarching hook.

Yeah, he's not. Like, at all. That is a very weird insult.

Hmmm...

Ooh. It's interesting that Noe seems to respect his teacher a lot and is very loyal to him in the present, but with this reveal, that could be tinted to being something of a coping mechanism or something, cause he's gotta have mixed feelings about him after this.

I am reading the Vanitas manga as well, just to see how it did things, and the art is pretty excellent, as expected. Altho the quality of scans varies.

Some non-colored pages too, cause the actual art in the manga is very good as well.

I like the kind of preview they did for the next volume at the end of volume 2, hope they keep doing that.

Noé is precious.

Vanitas is intriguing. I like him a bit more in the manga (I'm not crazy about Hanae voicing him) but it's interesting to ponder whether his preferring that his love doesn't love him back is cause he doesn't want to be tied down or if it's some self-inflicted punishment.

On the one hand, his love for Jeanne feels genuine, but on the other hand, his actions towards her feel very calculated to get the most out of her. Of course, they're not mutually exclusive, I suppose. Either way, lots of potential here. Shame he's a bit annoying lol.

Noè is probably still my favourite character, just cause, he's a sweet, precious little cinnamonbun.

baby

Could be how Noé kills Vanitas in the future then.

Vanitas no Carte Part 1 was pretty fun. Looks great. Stylish and sexy, with plenty of intrigue and strong world-building. Some annoying comedic faces and chibi intercuts tho. Noé is precious and wanna know more about Vanitas. Most a really faithful adaptation too.

The Vanitas anime definitely cuts stuff from the manga, but so far it's not really super significant stuff and they manage to communicate the info in other ways instead. Altho that Mikhail has yet to appear in the anime.

Mmmm...

Backstory episodes in Vanitas hit different. They happen a lot in Jun's stories, she seems fond of them. It's one of the things she's the best at too, I'd say. Sadly, this was the first episode with real significant cuts from the manga imo.

Before it's always been skipping some details you can infer anyway from the context, but entire scenes were also missing here. Mind you, the episode on its own was very good, but, you get more in the manga, and it's more essential to the experience here than it's been previously.

The visual direction has been less Shaft-like overall, compared to Part 1, and a bit more standard Bones, which I think works in its favour at the moment. They pulled some trademark Shaft in this episode tho, but it fit a lot better here.

Jun is still a bit of a mixed writer for me even here in some regards, but she's definitely improved from Pandora Hearts. Her set-up is a lot better constructed here. Bodes good, gives me hope the climaxes she's very good at could actually properly hit for me here.

I was hoping for Chloé to have a little bit more self-agency, so very much like this twist. Not yet quite sure why she's going against Naenia tho, but guessing because she manipulated her to keep living and Jean to become the beast, and she eventually realized that.

I'm just spitballing, obviously, we'll get more info on this next episode, I'm just thinking out loud at the moment.

Ah, alright, yeah.

Again, anime cutting stuff but nothing that crucial, just further small moments, further details, or more action that isn't VITAL to the overall narrative. I understand manga purists disliking it but as an adaptation, think the anime is doing the best it can good enough.

OH SHIT.

INSANE VISUAL

So, the theme of loneliness seems to be the central one in Vanitas.

Oh damn.

Another great spread. It pays to see how the manga depicted these moments as well. 

Art was a bit off for the kiss in the anime, but they adapted the smile pretty nicely. This is very cute.

Usually, the comedy in Vanitas doesn't do much for me, but this was one of the most effective comedy-driven stretches.

Alright, I dunno how effective this twist is. Okay, I guess they're twins then, and not one year apart. And the reason for all this is because of some weird superstition that twins are bad luck for vampires or something? Maybe the manga elaborates on this but...

And then there's this, and I guess it's natural for her to assume that in her current state of mind, but with the twist not being that clever, this is just annoying, when it's obvious he might mistake her for him, as they look almost identical, and he has like PTSD so?

Mikhail is an interesting addition to the story.

Ignoring the execution of things, the ideas for her backstory feels very Mochizuki, and in a good way, so hopefully the manga does this in a way that is more effective for me. 

Yeah, no, the whole that Louis was said to be ill but not actually was vague from the start, as was him supposedly being one year old but actually wasn't, and it all being based on this weird superstition is a bit weak.

Some nice stuff for Domi, her cutting her hair to look like Louis would've been really disturbing in the right way if the context was strong enough to back it up, and it reveals why she doesn't think Noe loves her, as she thinks Noe agrees that Louis should've survived. 

But yeah, the twist and logic behind it are not strong enough to make it as effective as it could've been. I mean, I'm not here thinking it's so stupid, but it's just not super strong for me, but oh well.

This is also weird, why give Noé stakes AFTER he's dead? We'll probably get more on this tho, I think. Or I'm missing something. 

Mikhail is at least twisted in all the right ways, in typical Mochizuki fashion. Beginning of his backstory was a bit tonally off in the anime, but handled much better here in the manga. Excited to finish the anime and catch up to the manga tomorrow and find out more.

Dude, this confrontation between Noé and Vanitas is crazy good.

Oh...

We'll see where this goes, cause having him be behind a lot of the stuff in the story yet having been basically completely invisible throughout the narrative doesn't seem fair to the viewer, but we'll see.

He's got the same eyes as Noè's cats, and also calls them kittens. He might be the cat lol.

Vanitas No Carte Part 2 is a mostly faithful adaptation that when it has to cut things, chooses the least crucial parts, and story-wise it really ramped things up and delved into the more interesting and darker ideas, shedding light on its mysteries. Really good overall.

Jeez, his entrance is way scarier in the manga.

Caught up to the Vanitas no Carte manga, which was consistently very good, and occasionally great! Jun's writing skills have improved, and I'm more invested than ever right now, so I very much hope that she has a lot of story left to tell cause I think there's plenty of promise.

[theladyfae]

BESTIES BRITVERSE BOGGIE MEANS BOBBY CAN ACTUALLY BE REFERRED TO AS "REGGIES BIRD" PLEASE AND THANK

[marsgod]

I’m back~! Can’t help but notice your requests are open, so dropped by to say ‘hi’ and make another request.

May I request Jamil, Ace and Jack with an gn!S/O who sold their voice to Azul in return for helping them confess to the characters, how would they react?

(Jamil is about to fist fight Azul/j)

- Overblot Anon

why hello, i hope you’re doing well~! And jamil was ready to fistfight azul already, this was just the cherry on top lmao

| Info you need! v

Assuming this is just like The Little Mermaid where Ursula ends up with a sort of pendant that holds Ariels voice, we’ll be sticking to it!

Warnings; Cussing, i didn’t forget Jamil’s magic i just didn’t want the easy way out

So, before you confess, you sold your voice, which therefore meant you couldn’t talk, which THEREFORE made it harder to work anything out with Azul.

Ace is wildly confused, you smile at him and wave, but you’re hellbent on not talking to him? He hasn’t done anything! Not to you, at least…

He tries to win you back because he thinks you’re mad, until he see’s you’re not talking to anyone, and it still doesn’t click that something might be wrong

when you confess via note, Ace is over the moon! You weren’t mad at him, so everything can go back to normal! Just with you two dating!

Until you’re still not talking to him but you’re also holding his hand?! What’s wrong? Are you sick? Don’t tell him it hasn’t even been a full day and he already fucked up somehow?

and with the help of some paper and pen and a lot of hand stretches, you explain that you had absolutely no clue what you were doing while confessing and had to receive the help of a certain capitalist

Ooooh Ace is pissed, one being; all you had to do was think words and say them in the moment(this is fully how Ace’s head works), and two; … You traded your voice for that? Even he could see that was a shoddy offer!

Anyways, he does go to Azul with the fully intention of beating his ass, until the tweels find out but its okay cause Jade is amused and Floyd is distracted by goldfishie

Azul is super strong though so Ace settles on teaming up with Deuce and Grim to make his life inconvenient as all hell(stealing his pencils, not giving him correct dates, etc.), whilst not giving into any deals

Anyways that’s how Azul comes running, hands and knees, begging you to take your damn voice back, muttering “just keep your fucking boyfriend away from me”

Jamil isn’t worried when you don’t talk for awhile, he thinks its because of all the overstimulation of being dragged through shit you had nothing to do with

which he understands, completely, plus school and stuff so that’s a big ‘yikes, hope it works out’ from him

If you confess via letter, he’s immediately sending one(albeit more put together and fancy), some cute dessert with a note? congrats, you have god’d feast at your doorstep, he’ll turn it into a nonverbal competition

Once you two meet face-to-face, he starts getting a little concerned why you aren’t talking and asks if he could do something to help

after pulling out the notes app and writing a long and detailed paragraph that explained your situation, Jamil is staring at you very.. hard?

One, Why the FUCK would you go to Azul for anything, and two, Why the FUCK would you trade anything with him??

He thinks your stupid for that, but also kinda appreciates it

anyways, he already doesn’t like Azul, so any chance to fistfight him is immediately on his to-do list

Jamil asks to see the contract and looks over it for any loopholes, probably finds one, and then tells Azul

If he doesn’t find one then dw, he will just challenge Azul and fight tf outta him, or at least get others to do so

Eventually Azul gets tired after the 90- something opponent and just gives up cause this is too much effort for something he’s not even using

Jack likes you, so so obviously, and knows that you like him(on account of your heart beating faster and faster) so why you’d trade your voice is beyond any of us but you do you ig

except don’t because Jack loved your voice and when you stopped talking, to him at least, he was super sad

until he hears from someone that you just stopped talking completely, then he thinks you must be feeling down or just feel nonverbal

so then, he doesn’t stop following you and enjoys you talking through writing/texting instead, and he still enjoys talking to you and actually enjoys that these are like “super secret”

when he learns that you made a deal? He’s flattered and flustered, but still, it’s Azul

Yknow, the one guy notorious for giving unfair and crappy deals?

Assuming the tweels aren’t around for whatever reason, Jack is fully willing to punch the shit outta him bc wtf is Azul gonna do? Physically, dude is built like a twig against a literal focking wolf

magically? Jack doesn’t stand a chance, but Savanaclaw students prefer physical brawls anyways

It’s in the name of justice, technically, isn’t it? and he’s not lying about anything, just that he and yourself really want your voice back

And he wins! Unsurprisingly, Jade arrived in the middle of it but watched it like free entertainment, and Azul didn’t show up to class for a few days because he was butthurt about losing to a first year

[alltoolewis]

could you do one for daniel where u have albinism and he like takes care of u eg like carrys an umbrella when its too hot

love your writing

Under My Umbrella- Daniel Ricciardo ✨

This one also got hidden in my inbox, so I'm really sorry for the wait but this is such a cute idea! Thank you so much for requesting and for the lovely message... means so much to me 💜

Growing up with albinism was a lot tougher than people thought. It's often something people look at and think 'wow that's so cool to have but they don't understand the symptoms the look comes with. From visual problems to light sensitivity, there was always something to make you feel insecure... That was until you met Danny.

Daniel was always there to remind you how perfect you were, and in the short amount of time you have been dating he has helped you embrace your condition, no longer feeling the need to be insecure about it as he showers you with confident boosts. However the one thing that melts your heart more than anything is how caring he is...

"Damn it!" Daniel groans, freezing into place, causing a little traffic jam in the paddock. "What's up now?" You giggle, keeping a hold of his hand as his head falls back in frustration "I forgot the umbrella!" You couldn't help but giggle as he continued to groan and get worked up over such a little thing "It's not even that hot today baby..." You laughed, trying to pull him forward but he wouldn't budge "I'll be fine, c'mon, your causing a queue!" Ever since you started to join him at race weekends, he always brought his umbrella... just in case! A lot of people would question it, wondering why he always has the object in his hand or why he carries around 3 pairs of sunglasses constantly, but he'd shush them off- knowing that you wouldn't like too much attention.

"But what if it gets hotter throughout the day" He worried, taking a cautious step forward "I don't want you getting sick, and if I'm driving-" Cutting off you place your lips on his, giggling softly on them as his hand places naturally on the small on your back "I. will. be. fine." you smile, pecking his lips after every word "Stop worrying if I need an umbrella later I'm sure there will be one hanging around somewhere. But for now, let's get you in that garage before Zac kills you!"

Daniel placed his hand on your cheek, staring in your light blue eyes for a second before shaking his head. "Nah can't do it..." He quickly said, accent thick as he took your hand back in his dragging you over to the corner where there was a bit of shade "What are you doing now?" this time it was your turn to groan as he placed the back of his hand on your forehead. "I'm going to get us an umbrella, while your going to stay here under this tree looking as pretty as ever.."

"Danny-" You tried to protest, but it was too late. Kissing your cheek quickly and muttering a low 'be right back' he dashed back through the paddock, leaving your heart to burst with love.

Ten minutes passed by and there was still no sign of your boyfriend coming back! You complimented whether to go look for him but you knew you'd only make things worst, so you stayed where we're hoping that he would come back from his hiding place soon! & you didn't have to wait much longer as you heard an Australian accent in the distant.

"When the sun shines, we'll shine together, Told you I'll be here forever, Said I'll always be your friend, Took an oath, I'ma stick it out 'til the end" Turning your head to where the voice was coming from, you couldn't help but laugh as you saw him walking like a model, back through the paddock, giving you a little cheeky wave before popping the umbrella up.

"Now that it's raining more than ever, Know that we'll still have each other" Taking your hand back in he kissed your cheek gently, your giggles causing a lot of visitors to stare, but you didn't care! Not when you had this goof in front of you!

You screeched as he pulled you under the umbrella, almost knocking you over "You can stand under my umbrella... You can stand under my umbrella, Ella, Ella, eh, eh"

Tears were rolling down your face at this point, as you stood squished up underneath the Red bull umbrella... you wanted to question why he had his old team's brolly instead of McLaren's but right now that story can wait. Leaning up on your tiptoes, you peck his lips softly mumbling a soft 'thank you' before continuing to walk to the garage, hoping that they wouldn't mind your late arrival!

"Your crazy y'know?" You giggle as he swung your arms together "Amazing... don't get me wrong, your amazing. But you're also an idiot..."

"An idiot in love.." He sang, pecking your cheek "You wouldn't swap me for the world baby, no matter how crazy I am!" And he was right... you wouldn't!

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French Class [6]

A/N: You guys might want to whack out your love song playlist for this one…I cried writing this BYE I'm posting this from my grave!!

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), fwb, f2l?, college!au, fuckboy!bias, nerd!reader, ANGST, smut

words: ~ 3.8 k

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You: can I come over? I kind of need u

H/N: you need me huh…you’re lucky I’m home alone

It always starts differently. Some other question, or a subtle message of telling him you’re bored, or a flat-out confession of being horny. The ending is always the same. You, naked in his bed. You just had to get there, and things were easy when you were already on his dorm’s doorstep.

The moment he had opened the door, you had fistfuls of his hair between your fingers and attacked his mouth in a feverish kiss. He made a noise between a laugh and surprise but reacted quickly. His lips parted right away, letting you in, and you tasted mint from the chewing gum he liked so much.

“Let me- at least- close the door,” he mumbled. “Jeez, what’s gotten into you today?”

You stepped aside and mirrored his grin. He was acting surprised, but the way he instantly locked your lips after he had shut the door told you he was enjoying this as much as you were. You ran your hands down his torso and along the side of his thighs. His happy hum only poured oil into the fire, and you saw no reason as to why you should have kept your clothes on any longer. In minutes, in the middle of heated kisses and clumsy chuckles, your clothes were discarded, and you were left in your underwear. You stumbled into his bedroom in a tangle of arms and legs and heads barely pulling apart.

“Will you tell me about the date you had today or are we skipping over that part?” he asked, as he pushed you down by the shoulders onto his bed. You groaned a little, not even knowing where to start.

“Didn’t go well, huh?” he asked. Only a few nights ago you had consoled him after his failed date, now the roles were reversed.

“That’s one way to put it,” you said. He was climbing on top of you now, and the weight of him between your thighs still did the same things to you it had done the first time. There was one of his random playlists playing quietly from the speakers, but you were both too occupied to even consider switching the music off. You weren’t in the mood for a chat, not when he was biting and sucking bruises into your chest, pushing aside your bra just enough. But you knew he wasn’t going to let it go this easily.

“Tell me about it or I won’t take one more piece of clothing off your body,” he threatened. You shot him an are-you-serious-look while he only blinked at you innocently, like he was awaiting your response.

“Fine,” you groaned. “But hurry, now.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, before unclasping your bra and throwing it to the other side of the room. “Go ahead, I expect a story.”

You had rolled your eyes at him, but when he sucked on your nipple all of a sudden, and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud ever so perfectly, your eyes moved to the back of your head involuntarily. And, before he could complain, you started to retell today’s events.

“Alright. First of all, he acted all gentleman-y. Pulling back my chair at the restaurant, letting me have a look at the menu first, letting me order first, asking me if I was okay with our seats because they were in the sunshine, or whether he should have requested we get a different in the shade table, blah, blah, blah.”

With the lewd noises he was making, kissing your chest and fumbling with your breasts, you almost wondered whether he was paying attention to you at all.

“I’m waiting for the plot twist,” he chuckled. “If he had been this great, you wouldn’t be in my bed right now, would you?” He was now on his way to your lower regions. Your breaths came out shaky when he gripped your hips with familiar fingertips and placed a few kisses there, right above the material of your underwear. Nonetheless, you had to continue your story.

“Oh, it’s coming,” you said. “Because I suspect, the only reason he was acting that way was to compensate. For the fact that he was an hour late.”

He stifled a laugh, and you slapped his head playfully. “It’s not funny! I stood outside that restaurant on a busy street like an idiot for an hour. During exam season!”

“I wonder, if studying is so special to you- ,” he said. He tugged on your underwear, and you barely cared about his words when you were already imagining his mouth on your pussy. “Why aren’t you at home right now, doing just that?”

“Too frustrated,” you groaned, spreading your legs, practically inviting him in. “You don’t get it. That was only the beginning of the date. It gets worse.”

“Oh, damn,” he laughed, and you were going to slap him again. Harder, this time. But his tongue kitten-licked over your clit and you didn’t dare interrupt him further.

“First of all, he turned out to be boring. An economics major. And look, I’m not generalizing, I’ve met some cool economics majors. But when I said I never really understood the whole thing with inflation and deflation, I wasn’t asking for him to explain it to me. I know what it means, I just meant to say money is the root of all evil,” you said, little moans slipping inbetween your sentences. He laughed whilst sipping on your clit. You couldn’t be mad at his laughing anymore. In fact, at the sound of his chuckles, your own lips curled into a smile, too. God, he was so good with his tongue.

“But turns out he loved money. Like it was the sole reason he was doing anything. When he showed me his gold watch I almost yawned,” you continued.

“Dating a rich guy can have its upsides too, though,” he said, but you knew he was joking. He was running the tips of his fingers over your core, and you whimpered at how badly you wanted him to put them inside of you. You loved watching him, loved feeling his hair tickle the side of your thighs and having his free hand laying on top of your hipbone. The familiarity of it all, his little habits, made your heart heavy, so full of emotion, all of a sudden. But you had to snap out of it.

“Not this guy. He kept saying these lowkey sexist things I won’t repeat now. It’ll only make me mad again. He was one of those who thought money would buy him a girlfriend. And I was really trying to see the good in him…only there was none,” you said.

“Alright, I’m starting to understand why you needed some cheering up,” he said. “Good thing you’re at the right place. I know just the thing.”

At this, he slid his digits into you. You hummed and dropped your head into the plush pillow. Slowly, you exhaled, happy you finally got to relax after being so upset. But of course, he had to interrupt. Again.

“Did I say you could stop? Was that the end of the story?” he said. How did he expect you to form a coherent sentence? He fingered you gently, but the slowness of it all only drove you crazier. You felt every tiny sensation, every new bit of you he touched.

“No,” you sulked. “Fuck, it feels so good.”

“Go on, then,” he encouraged you, grinning because he was proud of your reaction he had caused.

“Fuck- okay. He was super shitty to the waiter. I’m talking about criticizing everything. This man had the audacity to complain about the food. I’m not a food critic, but I swear the food was amazing, there was nothing to fault at all,” you said, and then whined when he switched from licking your clit to sucking it between his teeth. You knew he was doing this on purpose. To make speaking harder for you.

“Oh my god, H/N. Wait, let me finish this. Not only was he horrible to the waiter in person, but he also made fun of the waiter’s appearance behind his back. And all along he expected me to find him funny. I used to think he had a sense of humor but not after today. Blech.”

“At least you got a free dinner?” he said, and without awaiting your answer, went back to work. Your head was spinning in pleasure, and you could only laugh sarcastically at his suggestion.

“Yeah. And after that train wreck of a date, he really thought he’d get to stick his tongue down my throat,” you said.

“Did he at least ask permission?” asked the boy between your legs.

“Mhm…but I told him I don’t do that on the first date,” you said. “Safe to say there won’t be another date, though.”

He looked up now, laughing more than before. You grinned, mainly because the sight of him was so cute. He folded his hands on your belly and put his face down onto your skin to giggle. In no way could you be upset or urge him to keep giving you head. In fact, you had forgotten about all of that for a while, as he seemed to enjoy your misfortune a little too wildly. You should have been hungry, eager to have the half-naked boy inside of you. Yet, you laughed at the way his breaths tickled your stomach and when he finally made eye contact, it was a wholly different sort of hunger which overcame you. Instead of the heat he usually made you feel, it was a comfortable warmth that was in your chest. It reminded you of a bonfire or of drinking your favorite hot drink on a cool autumn day.

“I want to watch you come,” he said, casually. “Were you close?”

You were so lost in his trustworthy, dreamy eyes, you almost forgot to reply. Quickly, you nodded and hummed.

“I would have already come, had you not pestered me to tell you all the details of my date,” you said. The way his cheeks beamed when he smiled made you feel as if your insides were turning into mush.

“I’m sorry. I’m your friend, aren’t I allowed to ask how your day went?” he asked.

“Of course you are,” you said. The word ‘friend’ echoed off every wall in your head until you wished you could have deleted it from the dictionary.

“I’ll make sure it feels extra good now,” he said, kissing your stomach. You shivered as you watched his gentle lips move lower, to your hips and the insides of your thighs. The touch felt like butterfly wings on your skin, and the tardiness of it made you impatient. When his tongue came in contact with your clit again, you sucked in a breath of surprise.

He tried to start slowly, but then you gripped his hair tightly, and carefully pushed him further. It was something you did often, a way to tell him you wanted more without having to use words. After all this time, he understood perfectly. Your clit was between his lips and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pleasure. It felt incredible, creating a funny sensation in the pit of your stomach. His fingers grazed over your slit until you were whimpering and shifting your hips, trying to make him hurry.

One of his digits slid into you easily, curling against your sweet spot, and it hit you only now how much you had missed him between your legs since he had stopped a few minutes ago. It made you feel as though you were suddenly overwhelmed with all of him, but you were willing to let the heat crash over you if it meant you could be close to him.

“Am I making it up to you now?” he asked as he pulled away merely for a breath. “I’ll turn your day into a good one after all.”

In a different tone his words would have sounded like the exact thing one would have expected to hear from a fuckboy in the bedroom. He could have boasted and bragged endlessly about how great he was with his tongue and fingers – he would have been right – but he didn’t mean it like that. You could tell from the uprightness and the authenticity in his voice that he really was doing his best because he wanted to make you feel better and turn your day around. Because you were special to him. Or so you desperately hoped.

Your legs wrapped around his shoulders as if you were trapping him between your thighs. But he was right there, and he would gladly stay for so much longer, and to say it puzzled you was an understatement. The boy who belonged to everybody, who was known by all of the campus, was treating you like you were royalty, and not the other way around. You moaned, his name inevitably falling from your lips. He added another finger and the slightest stretch made you lose your mind for a split second.

“That guy could have never made you feel this good, could he?” he suddenly asked. Your initial response was a helpless whine. You had been so close, and his talking had interrupted the otherworldly bliss for a moment.

“No, never,” you then whimpered shortly. ‘No’ was such a tiny word. It could barely encapsule what you truly meant to say. Which was that it would have never even gotten that far. That other guys couldn’t even have you at all. They didn’t get their turn to try and beat him. Not as of lately, at least. That you didn’t so much as dare to think about sleeping with other guys. That even before you had gone on the date, you had known it wouldn’t lead to anything. No guy could let you develop an interest on him in the same way the boy between your legs had done it. No other would be able to kidnap your brain like that. H/N was always there. Even when it was only you and your sex toys, you would automatically pretend it was him getting you off. You were so far gone that it was embarrassing how long it had taken you to admit it to yourself. But it was a colossal thing to confess to him, and you would never do that. Rejection would hurt a billion times more than whatever it was you two had now.

Your heart was racing as you closed your eyes. You had been so lost in thought, it was wondrous you hadn’t fallen yet. But you were right on the edge, making your breaths come out like puffs and a string of moans and swears sound from your lips. He too had stopped talking, concentrating on the task at hand, and judging by the way your back arched he was doing one hell of a good job.

“Oh my god- “ you whimpered. “I’m so close, H/N.”

This time he didn’t reply, which was for the best. Only a few seconds passed until you started to quiver and whine beneath him. You were going to outer space behind your eyelids as your high rushed through you. Your fingers curled and tightened in his locks while your legs clenched around his head. He was quick to pull your thighs apart again, still not being finished. For long seconds you swam in pleasure, with nothing on your mind but bursting stars. He was heaven, knowing precisely how far he could take it until you were too sensitive to take any more.

When you were at that point, he finally pulled away and looked up at your crumpled form. There was a lazy smile playing in the corner of your lips and your vision was hazy after having had your eyes closed for a while. He climbed up your body until his chest was against yours so he could really look at you.

“I get all of this without ever having been on a single date with you? I’m so lucky,” he said. You only smiled at him, at a loss for words. What were you to say? The two of you were clearly past the awkward dating stage already.

“I’m lucky you let me come over all the time,” you said. “I would have expected the campus fuckboy to be busier. To not have an empty spot in his bed every night.”

“Ah, shut up,” he said. “I’d rather have you here than a girl I don’t know at all. Look, I’m really tired so I don’t know how this will go…but can I?” He was on his knees, a tent visible in his boxers. With a questioning look, he was tugging them down his legs now.

“Of course,” you said. As you watched him roll on a condom, your ears perked up. Did that song have to come on shuffle just now? The coziest, most romantic love song you adored so much? You knew if you looked him in the eyes you’d be done for. But there wasn’t anywhere else to look when he settled between your legs and held up his weight with his forearms. His eyes were deep enough for you to get lost within a second. Distracting yourself was impossible. The one last thing you could do was to reach between the two of you and guide his length into you.

The song’s chorus came on, you looked at him once again, and suddenly you were all his. You didn’t need to tell him so. He thrust gently, almost carefully, like he had never done it with you. Your heart hammered against your ribcage so vivaciously, you wondered whether it had turned autonomous and was now trying to jump out of your body, onto his skin and through it, so it could nestle next to his own heart.

Neither of you spoke. Yet, there had never been so much chemistry, such a heavy amount of uncommunicated emotions between the two of you. You were ready to hang on his every word, should he decide to speak up. In your head rampaged a billion sentiments you needed him to know, but there was no option to express them adequately. Perhaps there were simply no words in the English language to declare your feelings for him.

Small whimpers and moans left your lips only for him to hear. Sometimes he moved a little quicker, gifting you with the most perfect sounds he could make. And to know you were the cause for it sent you into overdrive. His mouth was right above yours. If you lifted your head slightly, you could have kissed his sweet, sweet lips. But you were so afraid. What would he think? You had never kissed him during sex. Not softly, like you wanted it so terribly.

Even worse, you craved so much more than that. You wanted to pull him in, envelope his mouth in your own, crawl over the edge of his lips and reside in his chest for safety. Because that’s what he was. Comfort. Reassurance. Home. How foolish you had been, pretending this little fling would lead to nothing more. You really had told yourself this would work. No feelings. Just fun. You couldn’t deny having fun with him. He was the best company you had ever known, and he had become your most precious friend quickly. It was as if you had only been waiting for the silly, flirty boy to sit across from you in the library and make weak advances towards you.

The love song tuned out slowly, replaced by something more sensual and sinful. In accordance with the new background noise, he gripped your hips a little meaner and went faster. You barely noticed how his breathing had sped up as he was getting closer to his orgasm. A trance had overcome you, transfixing you on his godlike features and how much it hurt to know you couldn’t call him yours. In your head you were made for each other. They always said to date your best friend, didn’t they? You could try to turn back time, go back to your first meeting place, at the party. See if things would turn out different. But you knew they wouldn’t. As much as your fear tried to suppress it – you would take the same path again, stumbling head-first into his arms and letting him into your life like a crashing wave of laughter and heart-crushing conversations.

Now you reflected in despair, how he had taken your heart in a storm, without having to try too hard. And worst of all, you were okay with it. Your heart was secure with him, you thought. The feelings yearned to be spoken out loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“You feel so good,” he said. “Always, so fucking good.”

He snapped his hips against yours, burying his cock deep inside of you and all you could muster was a hum of agreement. This is what you got for keeping him at arms-length from the beginning. Wasn’t it you who had challenged him to be friends and only that? Perhaps you would be okay, so long as no one else called him theirs either. You could go on like this, letting him use you for sexual relief and making him laugh when he needed it. Gladly, you would take the pain of not being allowed to love him with your whole being if it meant you could see him whenever you wanted. Exposing those silly emotions would wreck your friendship and you wouldn’t let it happen.

He grunted and only then, when he lowered his head into the crook of your neck and moaned your name, you realized he was reaching his high. Softly, you cradled his head in your hands, as if it was the last time you could hold him like this. When he put his forehead against yours, he had his eyes closed and his chest was moving steadier than before.

“You’re the best,” he whispered. “Stay the night?”

Should you have gone home, and missed him all night? Would you have regretted saying no while you curled up in bed with no Cheshire-cat-grin-boy to hold? Or were you to remain in his bed, and pray you would survive the torture of not speaking your mind? His skin radiated the most wonderful warmth and you wanted to trace his lips with your eyes until you fell asleep. That’s how quickly it was decided.

“Okay,” you answered.

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 crumbled cookies ☆

jj maybank x plus!reader (fem!reader)

warnings: abuse/hitting, hate speech, fat shaming, bullying, insecurities, swearing, fighting, jj’s dad, luke (yikes!) mad jj, mention of pills. 

words: 3,365.

summary: you decide it would be a good surprise to stop by jjs house quickly to drop off some of your homemade cookies, since you believe he isn’t feeling the best. then, unexpectedly jj's dad comes home with an unwelcoming embrace, which ruins the surprise.

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a/n: i randomly thought about this, i obviously don’t believe that us plus size baddies should ever be insecure, but i thought it would be a nice little angst imagine with fluff at the end! if you could, please comment and like if you enjoyed it, thank you! after i write a few requests i will proofread my stories :)

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jj hadn’t answered any of your texts, usually this would worry you, but you understood that sometimes he just needed some space to be alone. you surprisingly were used to this because he always disappeared, and if he genuinely needed you, he knew where to find you. it also wasn’t bothering you because he had only been MIA for a few hours.

you, assuming that jj was just overwhelmed, decided to stay home and bake homemade cookies. jj always complimented your cookies, he loved taste testing them, and more importantly, he loved how you put so much effort into making them perfect, even if you were only making the cookies for him. jj wouldn’t admit it, but he definitely didn’t see you as just a friend. he didn’t know how he viewed you. he was too confused for his own good with his emotions. all he did know was that he depended on you, and that he never wanted to lose you. it would ruin him,  especially if he had done something to intentionally lose and hurt you.

you preheated the oven, excited to use a new cookie flavor for jj. you danced lightly to the music playing in the background of your kitchen, softly humming along as you gathered the dry ingredients, mixing them together. it was a fun little game you guys played, where he’d try and guess what extra ingredients you added that affected the cookie's flavor. he almost always got it wrong, but he was so cute sitting there always trying to guess it right, when he didn’t even know that much about cooking anyway.

unbeknownst to you, you were completely unaware of his feelings, despite the same feelings bubbling in your heart too. jj was your best buddy, and obviously you guys had flirtatious banter but it was nothing too serious. it didn’t help that every girl jj had a one night stand with, was the complete opposite of you. how could he like you, when every girl he fucks was not only skinny, but also rich, and mysterious?

pope wasn’t on your side either. he would always express how nauseated he felt when jj would jokingly flirt with you, and openly play with your feelings. he was quite vocal in scolding you when you would tell him that jj blew you off, or jj had pissed you off. deep down you did agree with pope, he wasn’t wrong.

a beep was heard from the oven as it was fully preheated. you had fully completed the cookie dough, now adding the most important ingredients. you decided to be nicer, and chose an easier flavor for jj to guess. you did this just in case something was seriously wrong he could at least be lifted up for guessing it right. m&ms and hershey’s kisses would be mixed together, creating a chocolate m&m hershey cookie, with added caramel on top. you quickly evenly separate the dough, before placing it in the oven waiting for it to rise.

the timer in the kitchen went off as you pulled the cookies out of the oven, careful to not burn yourself. you stick a knife into the cookie to ensure it was fully cooked before smiling contently to yourself. you let them cool off as you got dressed and prepared to go to jjs house.

you added caramel before sliding four cookies into a ziplock baggie. the cute baggy had a drawn on heart and a nice message for him. you didn’t expect to stay long, and you honestly didn’t even know if he would be home.

when you arrived to jjs house it looked vacant and abandoned. the nerves finally catching up to you as you realize he hasn’t talked to you all day. you knock on the front door, waiting for a response but you are left standing there waiting. you frown before hesitatingly walking down the steps. you look up when you hear a car approach, and a glimmer of hope flashes your mind as you thought it was jj, but instead it was his dad.

your heart was beating fast, and you didn’t know what to do. you waited to see if luke would talk but he just looked at you confused, and obviously annoyed. you shook your head quickly, “i’m so sorry, i was just going to drop these off for jj, but he’s not here so i’ll be on my way.” you smile softly, and start to walk away but his strong arms grab yours. you’re startled since his reaching for your elbow was quite unexpected.

“well you are already here. might as well get it over with.” his voice was unrecognizable as his emotions weren’t clear. you nod shyly. “no really i don’t want to inconvenience you, i can come at another time.” he shakes his head before walking to his door, opening it as the door loosely opens entirely, hitting against the wall to its side. you walk behind him being extra cautious in case he tries to grab you again.

you walk straight to the kitchen to set the bag of cookies on the counter, which was no use since right when you placed the bag, luke had scooped it into his hand reading the note. “oh, so you are the one dating my son?” your face twists in confusion. “no, no. jj and i are just friends.” you laugh awkwardly, swaying from feet to feet. the floors creak beneath you causing you to stop shaking back and forth. “okay good.” his eyes look up and down your figure as his mouth forms into a line. “i wouldn’t want him dating someone like… you.” his words hurt, but you didn’t want to break down in front of him.

you feel uncomfortable under his intense stare so you hurried to put an end to the conversation. “uhm. okay, welll thank you for letting me drop them off, i appreciate it mr. maybank.” you nod softly before he states, “no.” you turn over to him, “no?” you repeat as more of a question. your patience wears thin as you notice the cookies are still in his hand, and he is carefully undoing the ziplock that concealed the cookies.

he pulled a cookie out, before admiring it closely. “chocolate chip m&m caramel cookie. very yummy, very good choice.” you avoid eye contact, trying to focus on anything else displayed in the room. “and it’s still warm.” he stares at you as he takes a bite of the cookie, its crumbs slowly falling from where he sunk his teeth in. “it’s quite good.” you smile softly, “thank you… but-.” he cuts you off completely. “of course you, of all people, would be bringing him cookies. i’m not surprised, i can see you are trying to fatten my son.” his words stung you because this wasn’t what you were expecting. his father seemed intoxicated, and before you could leave it seemed like he still had stuff to say to you.

“yes the cookies are good, but they don’t excuse you for lying to my face. you are just like my ex wife… lying, scheming, going behind my back, but still creating delicious snacks.” you stumble back a little, as shock sets over you. “how did i lie?” you ask, quite confused as you hadn’t even talked to him that much. “i know you’re dating jj! i see his hickies i see that when he leaves this house it’s always to meet with your fat ass.” his words hold no meaning, he was just a lousy drunk taking his anger out on the closest thing to him. you stayed silent, when he suddenly shook his head before grabbing the rest of the cookies and throwing them on the floor, jumping on the bag, completely squishing them.

the once yummy cookies, now downgraded into a small pitiful pile that was brutally smeared against the kitchen's tile. your heart speeds up as his eyes are focused on yours, as if trying to read your emotions. “i’m sorry, but i’m not sure what i did to deserve you ruining my cookies?” your tone comes out sassier than intended which definitely didn’t help your case.

“pick it up.” he threw paper towels towards you, as he waited patiently for you to clean up his mess. you silently obeyed scooping your mutated bakery treat up. you got most of it cleaned, but you ran out of napkins. you bite your lip trying to think of a quick solution to finish picking it up so you could possibly leave, but it’s too late because he’s already grabbing your arm forcing you up. tears stream down your face, while you contemplate your choices.

before you could even register what had just happened, his hand had collided with your cheek, as he screams hurtful comments. “you are good for nothing. i honestly hope that jj didn’t choose you, because if he did, that would make him an embarrassment to this family.” he pushes you to the floor, and you quickly try to stand up so you can leave. you hurry to the door, but he catches you before you could get in your car and drive away. 

“you can't tell anyone about this. i swear if you tell anyone...” his tone is laced with venom and your face scrunches up in confusion. “dont act stupid! god this is why people treat you the way they do.” you look at him one last time before he sends a fast fist to your face, that hits the side of your nose, and your eye. your face begins to pulse as the blood rushes to the quick forming bruise. you couldn't think straight as everything had happened so fast. all you wanted to do was drop off cookies, but somehow you were now being punished just because you resembled this man's wife. your breath is shaky as your tears are starting to slow down, but they are still evident on your cheeks. 

jj’s dad stumbled backwards as if he had finally realized what he had done, before he eventually collapsed on the couch and fell asleep. as he landed on the couch, multiple loose pills fell from his pockets ensuring you that he wasn't mentally in the right place, and he was very obviously intoxicated.

you avoided jj at all costs, which was actually easy since he hadn't even contacted you. you were dreading his routine appearance that was bound to happen soon. you knew it was inevitable, he hasn't missed a nightly check in once, and you had been doing it for months. when you first met the pogues you were slightly scared since you were new in town and you didn't have any friends. so, jj took you under his wing. he quickly became protective over you, which is why he created this elaborate plan to sneak into your bedroom before bed every night. whether it was to just chat, talk about your day, or even just cuddle. you could always expect him at your window at around the same time every night.

usually you would confide in jj, ask for his advice. granted his advice isn't the greatest but it does help that he listens to your problems. not tonight. that wasn't the case. if anything, you wholeheartedly hoped that he would forget, or he would be too busy. he hadn't seen you since before your whole encounter with his father. you wondered if his father had told jj about what he did, and if he did, how did jj react?

you glance at the clock noticing that in the next ten minutes jj would be climbing his way into your window. your body was shaking with nerves as you glanced in the mirror. your black eye was a dead give away that something had happened. could you even tell him the truth? what if you lied, and then he called you out on it saying he already knew about it because his father told him. you contemplated every outcome of the future event that you weren't even ready when he slightly tapped your window. you quickly pulled on sunglasses that easily blocked your eye.

you smile widely, sliding your window up as he gracefully lands on your floor without making a noise, a talent he had perfected. “hey princess!” he has a huge grin on his face, his goofy smile is reason enough as to why you can't break the news to him about what his father did. “hi!” jj pulls you into a hug and you gladly take it. you wrap your arms tightly around his abdomen, as his arms are rubbing your hips. the hug ends and he slowly pulls away, his hands lingering on your hips before he grabs your hand to move to the bed. “do you want to be the big spoon or the little spoon?” jj asked. you waited, contemplating your choices. “either way is fine, you can choose.” you smile as he immediately gets into the little spoon position.

“hey i forgot to ask you why you are wearing those stupid glasses inside.” he laughs lightly as he reaches for them and you completely jump off the bed, scared he actually grabbed them in time. luckily, you were fast enough and the glasses were still settled on your face. “i have a horrible headache, that's all.” you nodded as his face slowly fell, he stood up, moving to sit on the edge of your bed. he glanced up at you. “we can turn the lights off so it isn't as bright in your room.” you shook your head at his compromise. “princess, i need to see your pretty face before i can declare that you are okay.” you hesitated, trying to piece together a quick story that you could tell him to explain how you wounded up with a gruesome bruise. he wasn't going to leave unless he knew you were okay.

he watched you intently, trying to see what you were hiding. “before i show you please promise me you won't freak out.” you reach for his hands and he grabs them in return, slowly nodding. “no, that's not going to count. please tell me that you won't be angry at me.” his heart swiveled up inside his chest as he heard that you thought he would be mad at you. “i promise that whatever you are about to tell me won't make me upset, and that i could never stay mad at you.” you nodded to his words. “okay so you know what you just said?” he tilted his head confused, “yeah?” you breathe in, trying to calm your nerves. “remember that.”

you hesitantly reach your arm up to expose your once hidden eyes. at first it doesn't register so he stares at you blankly. but the moment he saw it, he was already standing up, and freaking out. “hey you said you wouldn't be mad!” he ran fingers through his blonde hair, his eyes wide. “what the fuck…? i said i wouldn't be mad if YOU did something, i never said anything about not getting mad when it involves someone else!” he looks back at you and immediately investigates your eye. his jaw clenched as he looked above you, his hand gripping your chin. “who the fuck did this to you?” you stayed quiet, until he looked down at you waiting for an answer. 

silence fills the room leaving it eerily silent. “i can't tell you jj,” he laughs, shaking his head, “that's a funny joke, now tell me what happened and who the fuck hit you?” you looked away. “jj there's nothing you can do.” he followed along with your shenanigans. “and why is that?” you couldn't look at him so you looked at the floor. your silence was only making him more worried. “who was it actually? who are you protecting!?” he was getting frustrated. “fine. i'll tell you, only because i know you'll find out sooner or later.” he pulled you onto his lap, one hand holding your thigh, while the other grabbed your curvy hip. you took a deep breath before continuing. “okay. earlier today i baked you cookies and i stopped by your house so i could drop them off. but your dad was there, and i was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. it was my fault. okay?” 

he shook his head, his grip on your thigh tightening. “you're telling me that my father gave you a black eye?” his tone was shockingly low as he absorbed every word you said. “yes. and he stomped on the cookies i made you.” his chest started heaving. “i fucking hate him! everything in my life he has to ruin. you, you mean so fucking much to me, and he’s over here throwing punches at you!” you stayed quiet. “jj?” he looked down at you, trying not to get too worked up because the last thing he wanted to do was scare you, “yes princess?” you hesitated with what you were going to say. you leaned your head to rest onto his shoulder.

“i- okay, i really appreciate you, but i can't have you getting hurt because of me. you're not my boyfriend, and you don't have to protect me anymore. i know you feel obligated with that pact we made when i first moved here, but you don't have to inconvenience yourself by coming over here every night, or by fighting people who harass me, or anything. jj, i feel so bad that you are roped into this position because i never intended for this to happen.” he stays silent, “no way am i leaving you. princess, please throw that thought away right now. i’m here for you always. and i am going to continue to protect you because even if i'm not your boyfriend, that doesn't mean i don't want you safe.”

you are so stunned by his response that your breath gets caught in your throat. “what do you mean?” he smiles looking down, his hands finding themselves comfortable around your hips. “what i'm saying is, that i do want to be your boyfriend. i want people to know how much you mean to me, and i want the whole world to be jealous that i have you, and they can't have you. i want to be the one who protects you. so, if you'd want me too, i'd love to be your boyfriend, if not that is completely okay.” you stared at him, “jj, you'll never know how long i've wanted to do this.” he looks at you confused before your lips connect to his. you run your hand through his hair, while the other hand is sitting on his jaw. his hands hungrily grasp your hips as he pulls you closer to enhance the kiss. you both pull away, smiling.

you asked jj to spend the night with you. he agreed, which resulted in him laying on his back as your head lay still on his chest. one of his hands was always touching you, so he could ensure you weren't going to go anywhere. as you slowly fell asleep beside him, he started to think about what his father had done. with anger clouding his better judgement, he stealthily slipped out your grasp, and climbed out your window, set to fulfil the goal in his head.

eek i hope this was good <333. perhaps a part two...???

[astaroth1357]

Demigod MC Series: Hades

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades

Lucifer

Well… this is awkward…

He’s actually met Hades multiple times for business reasons (Underworld-Devildom relations are amiable if not a little odd. Hades was something of an uncle figure to Diavolo as a wee demon lad, which should speak for itself really). He’s a gloomy fellow and not much for chit-chat, but he never thought they’d end up taking one of his kids by accident…

He had to send a formal apology letter to the Lord of the Underworld immediately, but thankfully he didn’t seem very concerned for his offspring - if anything he appeared to think the Devildom would suit them nicely which was… concerning.

And he was not wrong. The darkness, demons, ghouls, and frights of the Devildom hardly seemed to faze the MC, if anything they fit right in. He’d dare say they were thriving if not for one thing…

They were So. Damn. Bleak.

Getting a smile out of this one AT ALL was rare. For once he felt the need to check up on someone constantly just to be sure they were alright... They’d keep assuring the House that they’re not actually as sad as they look but it’s hard not to assume…

He was a little mortified at first when they first met Cerberus cause… well they called him “Cerbi” and the massive demonic guard dog rolled over for them like a Golden Retriever! 

Apparently he and the Cerberus that they knew are from the same litter and they must have smelt familiar... He would have probably limited their interactions just to keep his dog on his side but after seeing the MC smile for once while they played with the big oaf well…

Cerberus got a new playmate and the MC got a massive, three-headed therapy animal. Win-win. 😌

Mammon

Do ya really gotta be such a downer all the time, MC…? 😔

He thinks they’re nice, like really nice. They’re always super concerned when his brothers attack him or when he gets injured, but he’s pretty sure it’s because they’ve seen people die before so…

At first, he had no idea why he had to be saddled with this depressing wisp of mortal but over time he started to understand that they weren’t all that sad. They had… Resting Gloom Face? Is that a thing? 

They also had a different way of seeing things. He could win the lottery and they’d tell him to stay inside so he wouldn’t get hit by lightning or if he pissed off the wrong people, they’d joke about him keeping his fingers and toes. Dark stuff, but not intended to be so… well morbid.

However, what he eventually found out that the REAL advantage to having a Hades kid in the Devildom was that nothing scared them. Literally nothing. Not even the ghosts - which to reiterate, are terrifying!

Cue Mammon getting dragged to horror movies nights with his brothers and pulling the MC along to be his personal security blanket. He’ll hold onto them for dear life as they just pat his head or something, watching and not even flinching at the jumpscares.

The first time the House had an unexpected power outage he clung onto the back of their shirt like a lost child while they calmly looked for the circuit-breaker...

If he could jump into their arms every time something scary happened like Scooby-Doo, he absolutely would. His brothers make fun of him, but after seeing the MC handle Cerberus like a puppy any time something frightens them they hide behind the mortal as well…

Leviathan

In some ways, he totally relates to their moodiness but come on! Who can still look so sad when watching The Magical Ruri Hanai: Demon Girl?? Ruri-chan can make anyone smile! 😠

When he first met the MC, he was a little confused about why they didn't find him intimidating at all. He even reverted to his demon form and showed his fangs but no dice! All they said was, "I've walked along the edge of Tartarus. You're gonna have to try a lot harder than that, buddy…" 

That was probably his first sign that the "human" wasn't normal…

After Mammon told him who their Dad was, things made a lot more sense. A child of Hades in the Devildom? That's ironic enough to be its own anime plot!! They certainly felt like an angsty protagonist at times. 🤷‍♀️

Truth be told, they could relate to each other in a lot of ways. You wouldn't think that an offspring of the Underworld and a demonic shut-in would have much in common but the one thing they share between them is that sense of never really fitting in.

Turns out that Hades kids are black sheep, even among other demigods, and Levi? Well, he's had trouble relating to others since his angel days. He and the mortal were like off-beat kindred spirits!

Which, I mean, you wouldn't get just by looking at them together. Levi being the impassioned super-otaku rambling their ear off while his somber companion would just go along with him quietly, but hey, there's more beneath the surface. Probably. 

Now if he could just get them to cosplay as the Lord of Emptiness with him… They'd be perfect! Perfect he says!!

Satan

Highly considered drugging their food with antidepressants for a while… 

This was before getting to know them better, of course, but for the first couple months he honestly couldn't shake the feeling that the mortal looked miserable! 

Now, he's one to particularly care for the comfort of strangers, but just looking at them like that every day would sour his own mood quite considerably. It was very irritating...

It was only on closer inspection that he realized there was something else at play, though.

The mortal was different - even for a demigod he imagined. They took to the Devildom easily and the realm almost accepted them right back!

The flora looked better in their presence, the hellish beasts that roamed the wilds would roll over for them, and they even seemed to be welcomed in by the never-ending shadows… 

It was fascinating. Like the effects of the Underworld were baked into their DNA and mingled with the environment around them… Two layers of darkness coexisting within one person.

I mean, what other creature - other than Lucifer - could ride Cerberus around like a pony??

Had they not been so kind, they'd probably scare him shit-less... Their potential power was too great to ignore. But after getting used to their gloom, at least they made for pleasant company. 🤷‍♀️

Satan likes them well enough, but even still he has to wonder just what they were capable of… you know?

Asmodeus

Oh. My. WORD. What a buzzkill!!!

Really, the new mortal was no good at parties or pictures for that matter!

Not because they looked bad, or even because he couldn't get them to smile, but because GHOSTS would always photobomb any pictures they were in!! 😫

One time he got a selfie with them on the couch and a creepy ghost child could be seen hiding behind the cushions so NOPE. No more photos with the mortal around!!

Aside from that, he couldn't say the mortal was all bad or anything…They were pretty friendly, despite their general look and feel. 

Though, personally, he thought they wore far too much black... Even in the Devildom, there's normally a pop of color, you know? Was that just the Hades dress code?

And you want to know the weirdest thing? Despite everything about them screaming "Doom and Gloom," they're straaaangely popular among the RAD dating scene…

Like. Not as some heartthrob, "Love'em and Leave'em"-type, but he's found that there's a LOT of his demonic classmates who think they're cute or have a crush on them in some way…

Naturally, he can see the appeal of the mysterious, moody demigod with a dark, troubled past. It's just the demigod in question is completely oblivious to it! 🤷‍♀️

He tried to give them dating tips or play matchmaker from time to time but eventually gave up when it was clear they weren't interested. Alas, students of RAD, this is one forbidden fruit that refuses to be shared…! Such a tragedy… 😔

Beelzebub

They remind him of Belphie… like. A lot.

The similarities were obvious. They had a similar feel, made similar jokes, and even the same somewhat dreary attitude about them...

If he were being honest, at the beginning there were times when he'd open up to them a lot more than he intended because he'd forget that he wasn't actually talking to Belphie…

Thankfully, he knew better than to try and treat them like his replacement or anything. They were two different people after all. But it didn't stop him from feeling extra protective around them for a while.

Besides, there was ONE thing that set them leagues apart from Belphie and that was the fact they were a shit cook. Not quite as bad as Solomon but uh… Actually no, that's a closer call than it has any right to be...

Apparently, Hades kids don't need to eat as much and when you hang out with shades and skeletons for most of your life, you don’t really worry about making food that's any better than… "Well, technically it's edible." 🤷‍♀️

Their food won't kill a person like Solomon's, but you WILL start seeing stuff you probably shouldn't. He tried their "soup" once and swore he saw the ghost of his mother… and he doesn't even have a mother!!!

He swears that if he ever sees the MC and Solomon working together in the same kitchen he's skipping town… Whatever culinary abomination the two of them could create would probably gain sentience and eat HIM instead. He's always figured he'd go out with Death by Food, but not like that!! 😫

Belphegor

Ever meet someone who’s like looking in a mirror? Yeah, he’s getting those vibes…

He never expected the "human" to be so similar to him, it was kind of uncanny.

Upon first laying eyes on each other there was a pause… then a squint… and then… a nod.

Honestly, their combined dry wit, dark humor, and pessimistic outlook played off of each other surprisingly well. Too well for him to hate, really.

Not that it mattered because they didn’t believe him for a second when he tried to trick them (they had dealt with loads of lying monsters before). He hated to admit it, but they had a good head on their shoulders and knew better than to trust a locked up demon…

And yet, they seemed to stick around with him anyway. Because of the good conversation or just empathizing with his loneliness was anyone's guess. 🤷‍♀️

Sometimes they'd come up and sit outside the door in comfortable silence… Or they'd talk about whatever:

MC: *sitting out by the attic with their back against the door* So what happens to demons when they die…?

Belphie: *laying on the floor on the other side, staring at the ceiling* Depends on the kind. If I die, I'll just reform later.

MC: Like a reincarnation?

Belphie: Eh. *shrugs* Maybe. Haven't died yet.

MC: You could die in there, you know.

Belphie: *throws a side glare* Well thanks for bringing that up…

MC: *shrugs* What? It's true. But don't worry, I won't let you. *small-ish smile*

Belphie: *stares at them wide-eyed and pink-cheeked before turning on his side quickly* Ugh… whatever…

They did their word, somehow. They eventually got the door open and let him out, but by that time the anger was gone and he was just happy to finally talk to them face-to-face...

And good thing too, because apparently it's not smart to fight a death-child in what is essentially their element - as he saw when they summoned an army of skeletons to kick Levi's ass when he cheated them in Devil Cart...

He would not have lasted in that fight... Dodged a bullet there. 

[reidsnose]

Young and Beautiful

overview: spencer and reader spend the day together and feel like little kids again

genre: fluff

a/n: ok i think this concept is so cute but i feel like i wrote it dumb LMAO but its fine i'm excited tho lmk if y'all like it at all :)

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the setting sun peaked through the trees as you and Spencer walked around aimlessly. it wasn't often that you had days off, let alone enough to spend together. and the city was curiously empty, the usual bustle of the day having died down by evening. most people are itching to go home on a random Wednesday night.

"i really don't like the look of those clouds y/n." Spencer warned, pointing towards a large, dark gray cloud.

"i already told you i checked the weather and they said no rain!" you countered, though you had to admit the cloud looked pretty hefty. "it will probably just pass us over."

he hummed a hesitant agreement and carried on with the conversation you two were having. you looked around as the two of you talked, taking in the peace of the moment. the light breeze, the the hum of distant cars as you neared a park, the way the sunlight sparkled in Spencer's eyes as he talked, a golden tint covering the world around you.

he watched you soaking up the beauty around you, wondering if you ever saw your own. you were truly the most beautiful person alive. inside and out. he smiled to himself as your eyes lingering on the empty playground.

"you wanna go to the playground?" he asked, your eyes lighting up.

"is that weird? like were fully adults why is that twisty slide calling my name?" you giggled.

in a surge of confidence, he grabbed your hand and started running towards the playground with you, the rouge on your cheeks masked by the flush of a quick run. when he was around you, he felt like a kid again. you did too.

you tried not to think about how your hand tingled from holding his. it was only a couple of seconds and probably meant nothing, but you couldn't shed that wonderful feeling.

you guys raced to the slide, giggling like a bunch of school kids at recess. he beat you to the twisty slide, climbing quickly to the top and sliding down head first right off the end. you followed immediately after, arms stretched in front of you like superman and landing on the floor next to him.

"God, this reminds me of making a 'best friend' every time i went to the playground as a kid," you laughed, standing up and offering him a hand.

"cant say i relate to that," he chuckled, grabbing your outstretched hand and hoisting himself off the ground, sending a surge of electricity through his veins.

"oh come on! you never met another kid at the park and you two swore to be best friends forever and then never saw each other again?"

"nope," he replied, popping the p, "i didn't go to the playground much when i was little, nor was i the most sociable kid."

"hmm..." you hummed, "well i think you need to experience that."

he chuckled, but this time it was your turn to grab his hand and lead him somewhere. you two ran to get under the jungle gym, his long legs struggling to fit underneath.

"what are we doing under here?" he laughed, grunting as he pulled on his legs so he could sit criss cross.

"you're making your first ever playground best friend." you answered simply, sticking out your pinky. "do you...state your full name.."

"Spencer Walter Reid." he laughed, looping his pinky with yours.

"do you Spencer Walter Reid pinky promise that we will be best friends forever and ever?" you asked, trying hard to keep a straight face and failing miserably.

"i do." he answered, shaking your intertwined pinkies up and down after he was met with silence.

"ok now ask me," you whispered.

"do you...state your full name.." he echoed.

"y/f/n." you giggled.

"do you y/f/n pinky promise that we will be best friends forever and ever?" he asked, stifling a smile.

"i do." you answered, pinkies still linked in front of you.

"ok now what?" he whispered.

"by the power vested in me by this playground, i now pronounce us best friends forever. we may now kiss our thumbs." you announced.

he laughed confused and you both leaned in, pecking your own thumbs on the pinky promise hand, only the distance of your linked hands between your lips.

he blurted a fact on the history of kissing, how it was used in the olden days to seal the deal. he also mentioned how all the pinky promises he's ever done never involved him kissing his thumb, you laughed and said that it must be a Vegas thing.

you two used just about every piece of playground equipment, truly feeling like little kids again. giggling and screaming and being immature, your inner children completely taking over.

a clap of thunder interrupted you two while taking turns jumping off of the swings. your eyes grew wide as you looked at each other, recalling how you swore it wasn't going to rain.

just as you opened your mouth to say it still might not rain, it started absolutely pouring. the both of you were drenched in seconds, grabbing haphazardly onto eachothers hands and breaking out into a sprint, running as fast as both of you could in the direction of Spencer's apartment (which was much closer than yours).

but he did not have the long distance endurance, and to be honest neither did you and after a few minutes of running, you guys were still about half a mile away, huffing and puffing and soaking wet.

Spencer wasn't sure if most of his breath was lost from running, or from holding onto you this long. maybe a mix of both?

"lets just walk! were soaked already so who cares!" he shouted over the pitter patter of the storm, still hand and hand with you.

"who are you and what have you done with Spencer," you laughed, lifting your joined hands above you and twirling underneath.

he only chuckled a response, this time he lifted your intertwined hands allowing you to twirl again, humming a classical piece horribly off key.

the two of you started dancing down the sidewalk, spinning and jumping and swaying and leaping and laughing til you could barely stand. his lanky limbs flying left and right as you took turns humming different styles of music, even opting for an Irish jig at one point. and all in the pouring rain.

this was arguably the most fun either of you had ever had and we all know what happens to time when you're enjoying yourself. before you knew it you guys had arrived at his apartment.

water dripped from the both of you as you ran up the stairs, slipping and sliding all over the place.

"let me give you some of my clothes to change into so you don't have to drive home all soaked," he offered, unlocking the door and beckoning you to come inside.

"thanks bestie," you giggled, suppressing a shiver as you stepped inside.

he grabbed two towels, handing you one as you followed him into his room and watched him searching his dresser for something to give you.

he gave you a pair of sweatpants and told you to pick any sweater you wanted, causing you both to turn a deep shade of red as you realized you were sharing clothes.

he grabbed some clothes for himself and went to go change in the bathroom, letting you use his bedroom for more privacy. it was always the little things he did for you that made your heart burst.

you pulled his sweater over your head, taking in the smell of him that lingered on it. you smiled to yourself as you did, realizing you're already close enough with him to recognize it.

you finished changing and walked out of his room, seeing him reading on his couch, lounging in comfy clothes.

the sight of you in his clothes left him speechless, he imagined if you two were dating this might be a common occurrence. he shook his head of the thought and stood up as you offered him a smile, grabbing your keys off of the counter.

"thank you for today Spencer, it was.." you looked up at him trying not to get lost in his eyes, "..so much fun."

"thank you for making me feel like a kid again, there aren't many people who can do that. i don't know what i would do without you" he smiled, stepping slightly closer to you.

you couldn't believe your ears, or what was about to come toppling out of your mouth. he was just being so sweet and sentimental, your brain short circuited.

"love you forever." you blurted, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

to your surprise (and delight), he stuck out his pinky, which you gladly looped with your own.

"love you more." he professed, leaning in to kiss his thumb.

him admitting this gave you an incredible rush of confidence and as you both went in to seal the deal of the pinky promise, you tightened your pinky with his and pulled your hands down, pecking his lips with your own.

it was a quick kiss but you still felt like you were on top of the world.

Spencer barely had time to process what had happened before it was already over. he couldn't believe it. the perfect kiss with the most perfect girl and he nearly missed it.

he pulled you back for one more, slightly longer kiss, just to make sure. you both smiled into it, floating around on cloud nine.

you pulled away and smiled widely at his lovesick face before giving a small wave and walking out the door, scampering down the stairs and out to your parked car.

he snapped out of his daze and ran to the window, waving goodbye to you with the worlds dopiest smile on his face. it dropped suddenly as he realized he never truly asked you out on a date.

"y/n!" he called from the window. you looked back up at him and waved, "do you wanna go out this weekend?"

you laughed before calling back at him, "its a date!"

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[littlepadika]

Calling Home (1) | Frankie Morales x Reader

Summary: You are a receptionist at the VA. Frankie Morales keeps calling. Yearning ensues...

Rating: M -> E in later chapters

Warnings: fem!reader, age gap (legal), praise kink, voice kink, discussion of addiction/PTSD/trauma, no use of y/n, no beta reader, reader is bad at Spanish, Frankie has a sexy voice 😩

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AN: My first fic. Pedro writers have inspired me to finally start writing again 🥺. Concept inspired by the movie RED. I hope you like it ❤️Set after triple frontier.

Chapter One

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The first time he called was an ordinary Thursday.

“Veterans Affairs, how can I help you?”

You had been working at the VA office for about two weeks. Fresh out of college you felt lucky to have a job in the first place. You went to school to be a writer but your big idea for 'The Next Great American Novel' had yet to present itself. At least here you had access to the most inspiring stories and interesting people. Men and women who had seen more and done more than you probably would in your entire life. You loved talking to clients on the phone. It was weird but something about only being able to hear people’s voices excited you. You would sometimes write little stories in your head about the people you'd talk to, filling in the details that were unknown.

Your desk accessories reflected your love of books and writing. You had your growing collection of books sitting on your desk sandwiched between baby pink bookends. Next to them was a matching desk organizer filled with your favorite sparkly pens and sticky notes. You had decorated the plain cubicle walls with posters of quotes from your favorite books. You also brought your favorite candle from home. Even though you couldn’t light it you still liked to lift it to your nose once and a while and smell it between chapters. When you weren’t on the phone or scanning documents you would read. You finished To Kill A Mockingbird in your first week on the job and were now halfway through Murder on the Orient Express.

You were starting a new chapter when Frankie Morales called the first time.

You picked up the phone on the second ring already mustering your chipper 'customer service' voice. “Veterans affairs.” You stated your name. “How may I help you?”

“H-Hi. My name is Frankie- uh-Francisco Morales." A deep voice answered you. "I’m calling because I have gotten my benefits check yet. It’s been a month. I was hoping you could tell me if it got sent?”

“Okay Mr. Morales." You flipped on the computer. "Let me check. Can you spell your last name for me?”

“M-o-r-a-l-e-s”

“Okay... let's see.” You clicked on his account. You were momentarily distracted by his picture likely taken when he graduated basic if you had to guess based off the uniform. He looked sweet. Sharp nose and strong jaw balanced by kind eyes and a shy smile. You could imagine how age would continue to soften his expression making him even more handsome. The image was a strange juxtaposition to the voice you were hearing on the phone which was much deeper and rougher. His profile said he was special forces. A pilot. The rest of the information was blacked out. Something you were used to seeing on many people's accounts but even his years of service were redacted. He must have been involved in some dangerous stuff, you thought to yourself. The dates that were not redacted were mostly in Latin America. You clicked over to processing requests. “Looks like the check got sent one week ago.” You informed him.

"I'll look again but I haven't seen anything-" It sounded like he was apologizing when clearly it was not his fault.

"No no. It's probably a mistake on our end." You interrupted. With how shitty and outdated the payroll interface was you wouldn't be surprised if there was a mix up. "I’ll go ahead and let payroll know to send another."

"Great. Thanks." He replied sounding relieved. The roughness in his voice gave way to a smooth baritone.

“No problem. I'm sorry for any inconvenience it may have caused. We'll get it sent right away." You hoped he was not relying on this benefit check for anything important. While you could promise you'd fix the problem, the administration was notoriously slow. When he didn't respond you asked, "Is there anything else I can help you with today, Mr. Morales?”

“Uh-no" The roughness back in place. "Thank you." He paused before adding your name onto his thank you which made you smile. People usually never remembered your name.

“Alright. Have a nice day and thank you for your service.” You chirped before hanging up. The smile he put on your face lingered for a few minutes as you returned to your book.

The next time he called was exactly twelve days later.

“Veterans affairs” you answered, your routine greeting cut short as your eyes were still on your book.

“Hi- I’m calling because uh I still haven’t gotten my benefits check. This is Frankie Morales.”

“Oh Mr. Morales.” You recognized his voice even before he even said his name. You quickly shut your book, pushing your hair out of your face. Had you been thinking about him? No! Okay maybe you stared at his picture for a few minutes longer after he hung up. Yes, it was probably very unprofessional but you couldn't fight the curiosity. You were trying to rationalize the contrasting sharpness and softness of his features with his voice. How it all worked together. How one person's voice could change textures and colors so easily. You wondered what kind of things this man might have seen on the job. Most of the veterans you would help day to day did not have so many redacted missions and deployments. You were in the middle of Narcos season one so you immediately thought of drugs or something equally dangerous. After much pondering, you had come to the conclusion that Frankie Morales was both insanely attractive and insanely courageous. “Still no check, huh?”

“Nope.” He sighed the sound making the phone's shitty speaker crackle as you held it to your ear.

“Let me just check that it was approved...“ you found his profile again and scrolled to the status page. “Hmm... it says it was sent out last Friday after we spoke. That’s so weird...”

“Yeah. Really weird.” He echoed your frustration on the other end.

Typical payroll, you thought to yourself as you rolled your eyes. “I'll get another one sent to you right away. I'll see to it myself.” You tucked the phone under your chin and typed out a short email to Mary in payroll letting her know you'd be stopping by her office to explain the situation. You realized he hadn't hung up yet.

“Sorry for the back and forth.” You said, trying to fill the silence.

“It’s not your fault." The earlier irritation gone. "You’ve been really helpful.” His voice sounded warm and reassuring. Less gruff than it was last you spoke. Instead it was that rich baritone that you caught of glimpse of last time.

You feel your face warm at his compliment. It was this annoying reflex you had. Praise always made you blush no matter what context but it was worse when it came from a (you assume) gorgeous stranger.

“And just to verify that your address is correct- you’re on Maple Lane in Miami, Florida?”

“That’s right.” He confirmed.

“Okay. Sent!” You clicked send on the email, which caused the window to close and reveal Frankie’s profile page again. “I was curious-" You spoke before you really made the decision to speak. You didn’t want to overstep but once again your curiosity got the better of you. Honestly, you were just searching for a way to keep him on the phone. The day had been so boring.

“Your profile says you were stationed in Costa Rica.”

“For a bit.” He replied after a moment. He didn’t sound too defensive but there was definitely some tightness in his answer that made you feel bad for asking. Like you were scratching a wound.

“Did you like it? The country I mean.”

“Are you planning a trip?” He sounds a little amused.

“Yeah- well- kind of. It's more a trip in my head right now. I’d like to go there one day. It looks so beautiful.” You sighed closing your eyes trying to imagine the heat on your skin.

“It is." He agrees. "Really humid though.”

“Mm that sounds nice.” You would kill for some warm weather after such a long winter in DC.

“It was too muggy for me at times." He grumbled. "If you do go, stick to the costal areas where it’s more breezy or else you’ll just be sweating the whole time.”

“I don’t mind a little sweat” you shrugged, still thinking of the awful east coast winter you were currently suffering through. The sexual connotation of what you said hit you hard as soon as you heard the statement in its entirety. You felt your face flush again, though the man on the other end would never know.

“I’m learning Spanish!" You announced loudly trying to move the conversation past your awkwardness.

“Wow. Muy impressivo.”

“Si” you replied but after a moment you admit “I don’t really know what you said.”

Frankie laughed loudly on the other end and you couldn’t help but join in, drawing dirty looks from the elderly lady, Donna, working in the cubicle across from you. You ducked your head behind a stack of papers to avoid her glare.

“Fake it till you make it.” He chuckled.

“Maybe you should help me out.” You took on an indigent but still playful tone. “You sound better than duolingo” Your smile widened when he laughed again. His laugh was what you hoped it would be, by all your assumptions from his picture. It was an unencumbered, unburdened, rich sound with only a hit of roughness from the air behind it.

“Tell me you’re not using that dumb app to learn.” he scoffed, saying your name in an almost scolding tone.

“I’m got my thirty day streak today.” You boasted.

“You’ll be a total tourist if you go by duolingo.”

“But the owl is so cute every time I get something right!” You argued your voice taking on a more childish cadence.

“That’s how they trap you, silly girl.” He teased right back. Usually such a condescending nickname would piss you off but something about the affection behind him using it made you feel very differently. You felt warm like you were proud to be silly as long as it made him laugh.

“Then you saved me just in time, Mr. Morales.” You bit your lip. His scoffing and laughter died down on the other end.

“Frankie” He corrects you.

“Frankie…” You repeated it, smiling at how well the nick name suited the voice over the phone. Honest, sincere, and not pretentious at all. Way better than the pompous guys you know with equally stuffy names like “Edward” and “Christopher.”

“So what do you want to know?” Frankie interrupted your thoughts. “Dime”

You started asking him questions in Spanish to the best of your ability. Granted they weren't particularly probing questions. What is your name? What is your favorite color? What is your favorite animal? What's your favorite book? I am reading Gone Girl. He answered them all with patience and amusement, occasionally interrupting you to correct your pronunciation or explain what a word meant. Every time you’d repeat the word back correctly he would say something like “good” or “there you go” or “you got it”. You hated to admit that his kind words and his praise was doing something to you. You didn't even realize you were clenching your legs together unconsciously, almost in anticipation of his next correction or next answer. His low voice so sweet and encouraging against your ear, more tangible when he was speaking Spanish. You just wanted to hear more of it. Would it be this sweet in other situations? Would it get huskier or rougher? If you closed your eyes it was like he was sitting right next to you. It would be all too easy to slip into that daydream and escape the dull office.

Suddenly out of the corner of your drooping eyes you saw a flashing red light on the phone console meaning another caller was waiting.

“Shoot- i’m sorry, Frankie- I have to take this call.” You shot forward in your chair, legs uncrossing.

“Of-Of course. I should let you get back to work.” He sounded a little sad or so you hoped. You felt bad for interrupting him after you both were having so much fun. You wanted to say he could wait on hold but he killed that idea when he said, "I have work too. Technically I'm five minutes past my lunch break."

Your pout turned to a smile. He was spending his precious lunch break with you? Get a grip! you snapped at yourself.

“You’re welcome to call again if you want.” You threw out the offer in a small voice, scared you would be rejected. You peered over the cubicle wall to see if you were still being glared at. Thankfully Donna was away from her desk. Probably out for a smoke. “It’s really boring here and usually no one calls.”

“Maybe I will.” He replied and you could hear the smile behind those words. You felt your heart clench weirdly in your chest like it didn't know how to process the sudden spike in emotions.

“Bye, Frankie.” You beamed.

“Bye”

This time the smile on your face lasted for hours. Frankie’s laugh echoed around in your head, taunting you, sending your mind to the gutter. His voice went from grit to molasses on a dime. You wanted to be the one to bring out those sounds. You wanted to hear his voice bend and stretch and strain as you fucked him. What the hell is wrong with me? you screamed internally. You had never been so depraved and with a stranger no less! You clearly needed to get laid fast because this much yearning would not end well.

Frankie got the second VA check a few days later and this time he didn’t even feel bad about ripping it in half. He was already reaching for the phone to call you.

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