#but yeah I’m looking to finishing this one soon

[littlcdarlin]

My Burning Sun Will Someday Rise

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 || read on AO3

summary: Reader goes on a beach vacation with Joel after her father breaks his leg. tags: daddy kink, big age gap (Joel is 49, reader is 23), dbf!Joel, Joel has a lovely belly, Joel is a little mean, praise kink, Joel calls reader "kid", unprotected piv, creampie, cunnilingus, sexual tension, blow jobs, smut with a little bit of plot, no use of Y/N, afab!reader, reader has hair (will add more as I add more parts)

note: The devil works fast but I work faster. New multi chapter smut fic inspired by those damn new Pedro pics in the works…enjoy part 1! I haven't planned all of the smut scenes, so if you have any requests for specific kinks/scenes, do let me know!

He’s dead fucking wrong. You love your father, enough to not immediately say no, but he’s wrong. It’s true you could use a girls’ trip, perhaps even a couple of days out of town with your Dad, and he’s not entirely off about university being the death of you, kiddo – you’ve spent one too many nights inhaling coffee and cramming for your finals. The idea of an all-inclusive trip is tempting, given the fact that all you manage to eat these days is pasta and store-bought pesto, if that.

Nevertheless, you need to keep studying, there’s less than two weeks left until your exams, and although the trip is only a couple of days, you don’t know Joel.

Sure, you’ve been to his barbecues, and he let you use his bike one year when yours was stolen and your Dad refused to buy you a new one, because you should have locked it up in the first place. You know how he patched up your Dad after the divorce – you never worried about your mother, who was heartbroken, but able to talk about it to her family and friends. Your Dad was the one you spent sleepless nights over. The way the beer bottles accumulated in his garage, how distant he seemed on the phone. You know it was Joel who looked after him, made sure he left the house and had anything edible inside it. You’re grateful for it, you are, but you don’t really know him. For most of your life, he has been a friendly smile and wave over a fence, and you’re shy around people you know much better than the occasional hey kid, you back for the summer? or if you see your Dad, tell him I borrowed his screwdriver, I’ll put it back tomorrow.

You do feel slightly guilty your Dad can’t go on his trip. He broke his leg, and although it’s not entirely your fault he slipped, you had been the one to mop the stairs right before the accident. As much as your Dad was looking forward to his vacation, after a week he had to admit a beach holiday would be little fun with a whole leg in plaster.

You sigh, staring at your phone screen, tapping on it every once in a while to keep it from turning black. He’s expecting an answer soon, you know he is. Who the hell books non-refundable trips anyway? When you get the time, you’ll need to tell him about a lovely invention that is insurance.

You glance over at the stack of unfinished coursework on your desk, your laptop taunting you with its quiet – no responses to the millions of job applications you have sent out have come through. At this rate, you’ll be jobless in a couple of months, when you finish your degree. You’ll have to live with either of your parents forever, no money for any sort of vacation whatsoever.

"Oh, screw it,“ you mutter, unlocking your phone, and typing quickly.

I’ll do it. Only because my A+ cleaning is the reason you can’t go. Tell Joel to bring something to read, I need to study.

***

"It’d be a shame if it went to waste, kiddo, I’m glad you’re doing this.“

"Yeah,“ you answer, thinking of the endless powerpoint slides you haven’t even looked at yet. "Maybe studying at the beach works wonders.“

There’s a knock on the door, and you move to open it, your Dad chained to his chair by his broken leg. You’re not particularly excited about the smalltalk you’ll have to make with your Dad’s friend, but if you remember correctly, Joel is as much the quiet type as you are, and might actually appreciate your studying. Great, you think, at least one of us will enjoy it, then.

When you open the door, the first thing that strikes you is how hard you find it to envision Joel at the beach – he’s all mountains and trees to you, with his lumberjack boots and flannel shirt. His smile is friendly, and only gains warmth when he notices the critical look you give his outfit.

"I know,“ he says, voice deep and quiet, "I’m king of dressing for the occasion.“

You grin, and open the door wider.

"Come on in. Dad’s in the living room. What’s with the…uh…“

Your voice trails off, as you gesture towards his distinctly un-vacationy clothes.

"Thought you might bail,“ Joel answers easily, stepping into the house. "Can’t imagine you’re overly thrilled about this.“

You think about denying it, but this is your chance to come clean about how you would much prefer keeping to yourself and preparing for your finals, so you sigh.

"Well, it’s kinda my fault Dad was, like, almost paralyzed from the neck down, so I figured the least I could do was not let his trip go to waste. I’ve got finals in two weeks, so the timing is…suboptimal.“

"Yeah, your Dad said. I brought reading material, so I won’t bother you too much.“

He’s easy, you realize. Easy to talk to, and easy to accept your reluctance to bond with an almost-stranger, quick to make you feel comfortable by hinting at that boundary. You smile back, and are struck by how he holds your eye contact until you break it yourself, nodding towards your suitcase.

"Think this will fit inside the car?“

"Sure,“ he answers, "I’ve got a Bronco.“

You have no idea what that means, but you assume it’s a good thing, so you smile vaguely.

"It’s an SUV,“ Joel explains with a hint of good-natured amusement in his voice.

"Right,“ you say, attempting to overplay your obvious lack in car-knowledge, "SUV. One of the big ones.“

It makes Joel smile again, and you notice the wrinkles around his eyes that make his face look all sunny. 

"Yeah,“ he says. "One of the big ones.“

You lead him into the living room to say good-bye to your Dad, who’s expression is a weird mixture of sombre and excited at the sight of his daughter and best friend getting ready to drive to the airport.

"Take care of her, Joel,“ he says, when you’re getting ready to leave.

"Don’t worry,“ Joel answers with a pat to your father’s arm. "I’ve got her.“

"I’m twenty-three,“ you remind your father, "I’ve done more dangerous things than a trip to the beach.“

"Yeah, but you’re still my little girl,“ he answers with a smile, squeezing your hand. You squeeze back, though his comment irritates you.

"See ya, Dad. Call me if something’s wrong with your leg, alright?“

"Sure, kiddo. Have fun, you two, and bring me a seashell.“

Joel grins at the open envy on your Dad’s face.

"We’ll go on another trip next year,“ he says in an attempt to cheer him up.

"Yeah, yeah,“ your Dad answers, glancing at his watch. "Better get going, or you’ll miss the flight.“

"We’ll be fine, Joel’s got a fast car,“ you argue, "A Bronco. That’s an SUV.“

Joel snorts.

***

Joel lets you take the window seat and plops down next to you, legs slightly spread so as to fit into the little space the two of you have. His leg nudges yours, and he pulls it back immediately, though you can see how uncomfortable it must be with his knees pressing into the seat in front of him. You move your legs towards the window with a glance at Joel, who looks grateful and is able to relax his muscles into a more comfortable position without invading your space.

"Thanks,“ he mutters, "Fucking hate flying.“

So do you, though not because you’re too big to fit into the space, and not because you’re afraid – mostly because it’s boring. Sure, takeoff is exciting, but you get nauseous from watching movies and the plane is much too loud to really enjoy your music the way you would lying on your bed at home. You could study, you suppose, but you tell yourself you wouldn’t be able to concentrate and kick your backpack further under your seat. Joel notices and chuckles.

"Finals, huh? You almost done with your degree?“

You can’t imagine him finding your boring university struggles interesting, but you’re not exactly fantastic at smalltalk, so you take the conversation he’s offering you.

"I’ve got one more year, but I’ve got to do a six month internship, and write my thesis, so yeah, this is, like, the last of my regular classes and exams.“

"You enjoy it?“

The question is strikingly honest, like he really wants to know, like it’s fine if you don’t. You look at him, his eyes already on your face, and for a second you think how handsome he is. You didn’t notice before, when he was just the owner of a bike you could conveniently borrow, when life was all skinned knees and staying up till sun-down. Now, he looks like an equal, like someone who wants to know about your life, someone you want to know about yourself. The change is a little unsettling, but thrilling. You realize you haven’t answered him, so you clear your throat.

"Sure, it’s alright. Not what I would have done if money didn’t matter, but it does, so…I can be content with it.“

Joel considers this, eyes still lingering on your face, as the plane starts speeding up for takeoff.

"What would you do if money didn’t matter?“

You shrug, and smile to yourself.

"Creative writing, maybe. Or English lit.“

"You always were the smart one in your family,“ Joel answers with a chuckle.

You glance at him, and feel a pang of something warm in your stomach as he compliments you. When the plane takes off, you look out of the window, but get the feeling Joel’s eyes keep looking at you. It makes your skin prickle, though not at all unpleasantly.

***

You get to the hotel when the sun is high in the sky, burning the top of your head and making you long for a shower and an ice-cold coke. Joel courteously carries your suitcase and although you don’t want to inconvenience him, you don’t mind the way his muscles bulge under the weight, arms straining against the navy shirt he had underneath his flannel. You wonder how he’s not suffocating in the heat, wearing his thick jeans and boots.

When you get to the front desk, he fishes his phone out of his pocket, searching for his reservation details with furrowed brows. You smile when you notice he uses two hands to scroll. It takes him a couple of minutes, cursing under his breath, and you smile at the lady, who smiles back, patiently waiting for Joel to find the right email.

"Sorry,“ you say to her, and try to catch a glimpse at Joel’s phone, so as to figure out what’s taking him so long. "Need some help?“

He throws you an offended look that makes you grin, and finally shows the lady his phone. She smiles, types something into her computer and gets out two room keys.

"Go easy on your Daddy, it’s easier when you grew up with the internet,“ she says, handing you each a keycard. You feel Joel stiffen beside you, and your stomach flutters.

"Here’s your keycards, you’re on the third floor. Enjoy your stay!“

"Thanks,“ Joel mumbles, taking the cards and handing them to you, before grabbing the two suitcases. He huffs, when you walk around a corner and towards the elevators.

"She was makin’ fun of me,“ he says accusingly when the lady is out of earshot, as if that would be your fault. You snort, all of a sudden feeling giddy at the prospect of being at the beach soon, your holiday only a couple of minutes away.

"I don’t think so, she was trying to help you by blaming your incompetence on your age,“ you say, Joel looking at you like he can’t believe what you said.

"Sorry.“ Your voice is quivering with amusement at how offended he is. "Daddy.“

That makes him clear his throat, and if your eyes aren’t playing a trick on you, his cheeks turn a shade darker. Bingo.

"Don’t say shit like that,“ Joel grumbles, "’M not that old.“

"How old are you, then?“

"Why?“, he asks, eyes meeting yours, and suddenly you’re the one blushing, your stomach swirling with something you definitely should not be feeling for your Dad’s best friend. Joel shakes his head. "Don’t start something neither of us can finish, kid.“

It’s just an offhand-comment about the way you jokingly flirted, but you feel all bashful all of a sudden. His mention of there being something to potentially start, the fact that the possibility even crossed his mind…when you look up at him again and watch him press a button on the elevator, you study the grey patches in his beard, the way his jaw clenches and unclenches as you’re waiting, his thick fingers drumming against the handle of his suitcase. It’s not what you expected to happen, but Joel’s got you intrigued.

***

You both agree to take a shower, get settled in and meet outside the rooms in half an hour – they’re neighboring, so it’s not far. You’re too lazy to properly unpack, so you just grab a bikini and a comfortable white sundress to change into after your shower. The water is welcome on your skin, washing away the grit and sweat of the hours spent on the plane, and you feel like a new person when you step out of the bathroom. You put on sandals and a pair of sunglasses, grab sunscreen, your books and notes for class, and a bottle of water, and throw it all into your beach bag, then head for the door. Joel is already waiting for you, leaning against the wall opposite your door wearing a different shirt, red swimming trunks and dark sunglasses. He’s got a towel thrown over his shoulder and you grin.

"Raw-dogging the beach?“, you ask, which makes him furrow his brows.

"The hell does that mean?“

You snort at his obvious annoyance at your innuendo.

"It means you’re only bringing a towel, nothing to entertain yourself with,“ you explain, gesturing towards your bag. Joel shakes his head, still frowning.

"I’m going to the beach, not the library,“ he answers, and starts walking towards the elevators, his flip-flops making their soft sound on the floor. Your gaze flickers down towards his legs, his swimming trunks revealing tan thighs.

"Comin’?“

You swallow, and catch up with him.

***

He’s fucking gorgeous. It’s a problem, how gorgeous he is, tan torso, swimming trunks low on his hips, bits of dark hair scattered across his chest and soft belly. His shoulders are wide, like they were made for swimming, his hair glistening as he shakes like a wet dog when he comes up for air. You have been staring at the same page for far too long now, but there’s no way Joel is able to notice your staring, not when you’re wearing your sunglasses and he’s busy swimming.

You know it’s a bad idea, that there’s no good that can come from crushing on a man twice your age, more than that, even. You know he must surely see the girl who came over to borrow his bike with tears of anger in her eyes every time he looks at you, and you know how much he respects your father.

Still, you are allowed to have fun. You’re doing this for your Dad more than anything, and you’ve been bending over backwards trying to make him proud with your good grades, so if there’s something you’re able to get out of this trip, you figure you’re at least allowed to look. And anyway, it’s not hurting anyone. It’s just natural, the half-naked bodies and blissful relaxation would affect anyone who has spent the last four months cramped up in a little dorm room.

You watch Joel swim towards the beach again, rising out of the water like some sort of Poseidon sent to personally make this trip unbearable for you. You think of his reaction when you teasingly called him Daddy, and swallow.

"Fuck,“ you mumble to yourself, when he tugs on his swimming trunks so that they don’t slide over his hips, dripping water onto the dry sand all around him. He smiles at you as he makes his way over to your spot – two deckchairs shielded by a parasol.

"Wow,“ Joel says sarcastically, when he looks at your book, still on page two. "Real page turner, huh?“

You blush, and open your mouth to defend yourself, but Joel’s expression softens, all biting humor gone, as he grabs his towel.

"You’re allowed to take a break from studying, you know?“

You watch him dry himself off, big hands rubbing the towel over his chest and stomach, leaving his legs to dry on their own, as he lays down on his deckchair.

"Easy to say, you’re not the one who has to face my Dad if you fail all your exams.“

Joel turns his head towards you, and you’re struck by how gentle his expression is.

"I know he can be a hard ass, but I guarantee you you’re not goin’ to fail all your exams, kid.“

You sigh and shrug.

"He give you a hard time ’cause of your grades?“

"No,“ you answer quickly, all of a sudden feeling defensive of your father. "I just wanna…make him proud.“

Joel smiles.

"I know for a fact you’re doin’ that without even tryin’. And anyway, it’s good to take breaks. Let’s your brain cool off and absorb information much better afterwards.“

Can’t argue with that logic, you think and close your book with a thud. Joel grabs it from you and throws it into your beach bag.

"I grant you two hours of studying each day,“ he says, and you have to laugh. "The rest is for having fun, gettin’ tan and drinkin’ cocktails."

It’s preposterous, that he would order you around like that after you told him you need to study, back before you even made it to the airport. But something is different here, away from your desk, and your Dad’s broken leg (and the rest of him, for that matter). Joel and you have fallen into an easy dynamic, and although it’s unusual, your reservations are gone. You’re actually looking forward to spending time with him, and not just because of the way his belly nudges against the waistband of his swimming trunks, or how his accent seems to thicken in the sun.

"Fine,“ you say, "but you’re paying for my tuition if I do end up failing, Miller.“

He grins at you.

[azuredawn81]

patron of the arts p4 | quinn hughes x musician!reader

part 3

♫ summary: quinn and y/n go to new jersey to meet his family. she's nervous. his family just adores her.

♫ pairing: quinn hughes x reader

♫ content: fluff, flirty!quinn, queen ellen, mama’s boy!quinn

♫ word count: 2k

♫ warnings: the eras tour (sorry to everyone who didn’t go)

♫ note: merry christmas

❅ tags: @verycoolusername1 @luvoblivixus @tomskookie @leclerc-drives-in-circles@dream-girl06 @skepvids@how-what-why-huh @devilinpradaheels @r0wdymaize86 @summert158 @lolatokki@captainhuggys @camiesully

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“baby, are you sure you got everything?” quinn said, a smirk on his face. there’s no way y/n could’ve forgotten anything, not when she packed the whole apartment.

“yes, i’m sure.”

“just double checking. can’t let your forget perfume number 5.”

“oh, that reminds me, should i wear miss dior or good girl to meet your mom?”

quinn just blinked, exasperated. “y/n, it does not matter. my mom will think you’re amazing.”

“so, chance?”

“you’re hopeless.”

“hopelessly in love!”

“unless you want to put the bags in the car, go sit down.”

y/n sat in the passenger seat, plugging in her phone for music.

“you better not be putting on taylor!”

“you were at the eras tour!”

“höggy made me go!”

he slammed the trunk shut and sat down in the driver’s seat.

“and did you enjoy it?”

“i mean, i kinda liked vigilant sh-”

she pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “don’t you dare finish that sentence, quinny.”

“i’d rather see you do that.”

“ugh, i have to go on a eight hour flight with this sicko!”

“the sicko that holds you every night.”

“the very one.”

“you know i love you, right?”

y/n made an affirmative hum noise, staring out the window.

“no, no, look at me.”

“yeah?”

“turn your head.”

“what?”

“i love you.”

she kissed him again.

“baby, you gotta say it back.”

like clockwork, her lips were on his yet again. “i love you more.”

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

quinn held her hand as they boarded the plane, taking their seats in first class. y/n got the window, quinn got the aisle.

“goodnight, love.”

“goodnight? baby, it’s 1pm.”

y/n pushed the divider between their seats up and nestled into quinn’s arms. “goodnight.”

“forgetting something?”

“oh right!” she leaned down and grabbed her purse. inside, was a little bag containing her sleep mask.

“goodnight, quinny.”

he pressed a kiss to her forehead and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “goodnight, my sweet girl.”

as soon as she was asleep, quinn put his airpods in. he’d been taking a break from podcasts to listen to what he viewed as the highest form of music, the new vso album. it was about 45 minutes, so he could listen to it about eleven times. eight and a half hours, snuggling his girl, staring out the window. this was going to be an easy flight.

“mr hughes?” the flight attendant asked.

“hi.”

“would you like anything to drink?”

“just a water.” he nudged y/n. “angel, wake up.”

“what?” she muttered, groggily.

“drink?”

“it’s too early.”

“2:30, love.”

“diet coke… with the little biscuits.”

“so a diet coke and water?”

“yes, please.”

“ice?”

“angel, you want ice?”

“sure…”

“i’ll be right back.”

y/n was already back asleep.

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

quinn: hey mom

quinn: we’re on the plane

ellen: oh good

ellen: is y/n feeling alright? quinn: she won’t admit it, but she’s a little nervous

quinn: she’s performed for presidents and heads of state

quinn: flown out to perform at the coronation for king charles

quinn: but meeting you and dad is scaring her

ellen: oh poor girl

ellen: i love her already

quinn: you do?

ellen: yes of course

ellen: she’s made you so happy

ellen: she actually has substance and her own career

ellen: and the grandbabies i’d get… adorable

quinn: mom be so serious right now

ellen: i am!

ellen: she has a nice nose.

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

“angel… angel, wake up.”

“no….”

“we’re landing soon. if you keep sleeping, your ears will hurt.”

“too early…”

“tausk will be mad if you can’t use your perfect pitch.”

y/n jolted awake. “don’t say that name, i’m on break.”

“you’re so cute when you sleepy… and asleep.”

“were you watching me sleep?”

“baby, we’ve been on this plane for almost nine hours, yes i watched you sleep.”

“this is what i mean, you’re a creep.”

“i had to be your pillow for eight hours.”

“and? you’re my boyfriend?”

“i love you.”

“love you too.”

she put her earbuds in and leaned against quinn, smiling. he pulled out his phone to text his brothers.

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

da boyz 😈

quinn: 30 minutes till we land

jack: lets gooooo

luke: how’s y/n

quinn: tired

quinn: she slept the whole flight

quinn: she’s very nervous

luke: why

jack: probably mom

quinn: all of you actually

luke: no way she’s nervous about meeting me

quinn: she’s nervous cause you’re my brother idiot

jack: mom loves her already

quinn: y/n doesn’t know

luke: did you not tell her

quinn: no i did

quinn: she just doesn’t believe me

jack: she’s mostly just happy that y/n is famous for something other than wearing bikinis

luke: dude you can NOT be talking

quinn: yeah jack one of us has to

jack: ok whatever

jack: luke and i will be at the airport soon

luke: mom and dad won’t be staying with us

luke: but don’t think that mean you and y/n can be loud all night

jack: luke that would mean quinn gets action

quinn: who has the girlfriend

jack: you and me both dork

luke: 😔

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

“i think i have a pretty good idea of your family. you talk about them a lot,” y/n said, watching quinn grab their suitcases from the overhead bin.

“quick refresh.”

“uh-huh.”

“don’t leave your food unattended around luke.”

“you’ve made that clear.”

they walked off the plane into the airport, his hand holding her so tightly.

“seems like you’re the nervous one, quinny.”

“me? no.”

“your hand’s clammy.”

“is it?”

“are you nervous?”

“very.”

“you’re just seeing your family.”

“yeah, but i’m bringing you home and i haven’t brought home a girl in a long time. and you’re amazing. but with an atypical job.”

“i don’t want the hockey player telling me how i have an atypical job.”

“lots of people are pro athletes, y/n.”

“and lots of people are musicians.”

“tomatoes, tomahtoes.”

“uh-huh.”

“oh, and my mom’s gonna be asking if we’re gonna get married soon or have kids and i don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or anything.”

“quinn, i know we’re going to get married.”

he raised an eyebrow. “what makes you think that?”

“you call me mrs. hughes in your sleep.”

quinn didn’t look back at her, just looking straight ahead.

“cat got your tongue?”

“shut up.”

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“jack, look.”

“she’s so pretty.”

“that’s our new sister.”

y/n’s eyes widen as she spotted them. she waved. quinn gave her a look that said “what are you doing?” until he followed her line of sight and saw his brothers. then, he frowned.

luke had a sign that said “welcome back from rehab!”

jack had a sign that said “just married! quinn & y/n”

“are you two serious?” he asked, getting jack in a headlock.

while those two fought like brothers do, luke hugged y/n. “i finally get a big sister.”

“quinn’s dated before, no?”

“yeah, but i can tell you’re the real thing.”

“thanks, luke.”

“c’mon, i’ll carry your stuff. mom and dad are waiting.”

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

“welcome to casa hughes.” jack said, opening the door into his and luke’s apartment. “you two will be down the hall.”

quinn led y/n down to the spare room, where an air mattress had been set up.

“try not to use the closet, it’s storage,” luke said, peeping his head in.

“bye, luke.”

“bye, y/n.”

he closed the door, leaving the happy couple alone.

“this is quite the bachelor pad.”

“yeah, not all of us have amazing girlfriends with a penchant for peonies.”

“shame.”

they laid on the air mattress, on top of the dark blue sheets that smelled faintly of sweat.

“ready to meet my parents?”

“i’d like to fix my hair first.”

“i’m sure that can be arranged.”

she nestled a little closer to quinn. he wrapped his arms around her, like a teddy bear. “q, you’re so warm.”

“i aim to please.”

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y/n was wearing a little black satin dress with black heels. her hair was in a cute updo, a silver pin holding it in place. in one hand was her purse, in the other was quinn’s hand. he was wearing his suit, the one he typically wore for gamedays.

“if you put that stupid beanie on your head, i’m dumping you and going back to vancouver.”

“you wouldn’t.”

“yeah, you’re right. luke would probably be my favorites hughes, thought.”

“that’s crossing a line.”

“love ya, q.”

“god, can you two save this for after dinner?” jack asked from behind the wheel.

“sorry, jacky.”

“thank goodness, we’re here,” luke muttered, getting out of the car.

quinn stepped out, then gave y/n his hand to help her out. he pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles.

“what a charmer.”

“i love you.”

inside the restaurant, jim and ellen were already waiting at a table. the kids joined them, luke sitting next to ellen and jack, quinn, and y/n on the other side of the table. ellen scanned y/n up and down before smiling.

“good job, quinn.”

“thanks, mom.” he was as red as a tomato.

“mrs. hughes, it is such a pleasure to finally meet you and mr. hughes. i have nothing but respect for you two and-”

“y/n, you don’t need to talk like that unless you’re about to tell us about your pregnancy.”

“pregnancy? mrs. hughes, i assure you that-”

“y/n, y/n, you’re okay. you can just call me ellen. jim and i already like you.”

“really?”

“did quinn not tell you?”

“no, he did.”

“i did.”

“the poor girl didn’t believe me.”

“she’s really nervous, mom.”

ellen turned back to y/n. “don’t be nervous. you’re the best girl out there for little quintin.”

“mom!”

“if things keep going the way they are, she’ll know your full name. they have to print it on marriage certificates.”

“we’re just taking things slow.”

the rest of dinner flowed with ease. quinn was thrilled to be back with his brothers. ellen and y/n swapped stories about quinn, like how he set off the smoke detectors making pizza when he was 12 and how he did the same thing just last tuesday. jim was impressed with y/n’s jazz knowledge and vice verse. she showed him pictures of her replica of miles davis’ moon and stars trumpet, the one she played during her jazz stint in new york.

“thank you for dinner, ellen.”

“thank you for taking care of my quinn. i haven’t seen the boy this happy since he got drafted.”

“i try my best.”

“you’ve really turned his life around, y/n. i’m so glad he’s stopped partying.”

“how do you know about that?”

“give it a few years. you’ll know too.”

“what do you mean?”

“moms always know.”

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

“y/n, come to bed.”

“give me a second! someone can’t remember how to leave their sleeves facing the right way.”

“is that- is that my hoodie? from earlier?”

“… maybe.”

“baby, i wore that on the plane!”

“and? it smells like you.”

he opened his arms for her as she laid next to him. the blanket was tugged across the two of them, engulfing them in a warm cocoon.

“how did i get so lucky?”

“i ask that every day.”

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[cyberkitty1]

SECRET OUTINGS

PART 1 PART 2

feat :: rafe cameron

genre :: angsty (?), argument, lying (?), possible cheating (?)

a/n :: will b a part 2 for sure

“oh by the way, sarah’s hosting a little party later,” you say, preparing a snack. “why are you telling me like you’re going?” he says calmly as he sits at the island. you pause and turn to him. “because i am?” you say matter-of-factly. “nope,” you scoff. “and why not, rafe?”

“because i don’t want you to.” you look at him with disbelief. “are you being serious? i literally never do anything like, ever! and the one time i want to, you’re trying to say no? that’s not happening.” you say, plating your food, moving to your room to eat it.

“no, you’re not,” he yells as you run up the stairs. why is he acting like your father all of a sudden? you guys have been together for a two and a half years. yeah, he’s protective, but that’s only because he cares. he only wants to keep you safe, so you understand. but right now, he’s just acting like a douche.

you grumble, eating your food as you talk to yourself. he comes up into your shared run changing into well dressed attire.you only watch silently not wanting to cause an argument. as you finish eating, you hear the front door open and close. you perk up, its obvious he left. you get up and look out the window, to see rafe walking to his car. you are honestly shocked—what in the world could he be going to at 5 pm?

as you were thinking, you see a text from sarah asking you if you were still coming. of course, you said yes. you get ready in a cute little outfit.

as you arrive at the party, you see your small group of friends eating and drinking by a bonfire. you excitedly give them hugs and take a seat.

“where’s rafe?” kie asks, taking a sip of her soda.

you sigh. “i honestly have zero idea. he left a couple hours ago after saying i wasn’t allowed to come, like, what?” you say, already feeling your anger rise. you grab your drink to take a sip.

you were there for maybe an hour or two before your phone gets a call. you see rafe’s nickname on your phone before you turn it off, redirecting your attention to the group. you stayed a bit longer before you all start to say your goodbyes.

you get in your car and start on your way home. seeing rafe’s car in the driveway, and you feel your body just get hot. he said you’re not allowed to leave, but how could he say that two seconds before leaving? you were going to stand your ground.

you get out, locking your car, and make your way to the front door. you unlock it, sighing as you take your shoes off. you lift your head, seeing rafe standing a couple of feet in front of you. you get fidgety, moving from one foot to the other.

“how was the party?” he says, breaking the silence.

you swallow the lump forming in your throat. “good… can you please just listen?” you say, trying to reason with rafe.

“what is there to talk about? you left after i told you not to?”

feeling the anger seeping from his words, you take a breath in. “i’m sorry, i haven’t hung out with sarah and the girls in ages, and i miss them, and you left too! you left without telling me where you were going, what’s that about?” you say, raising your voice slightly.

he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “i can’t talk about that right now.”

you’re taken aback. “rafe, what does that even mean? you get to leave freely, but i can’t? what is going on?”

he feels the heat in the room rising. should he just come clean about it?

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WOOP WOOP RAFE FANFIC i love him smmm im watching obx for the first time!! definitely writing abt more of the boys soon 😜

[xoxochb]

Oh my gosh oh my golly gee gosh

IMAGINE PERCY JACKSON BRAIDING YOUR HAIR OR PAINTING YOUR NAILS IM GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET TWIRLING MY HAIR BLUSHING

braids your hair but in a kai azer type of way… iykyk

——— ౨ৎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

“come here.”

you cock a brow. “why? are you plotting my murder?”

“just get over here!”

you oblige with a sigh, sliding over to be face-to-face with percy.

“good girl.” he turns you around forcefully so your back is towards him now. you don’t fight him because he’ll only fight you back until you do as he asks.

percy begins by undoing your previous braid, messy and barely even considered a braid anymore. once undone he takes your hair tie and lets it slip around his wrist. he starts from the top and splits your hair into two portions, sliding one over your shoulder and taking the other into both of his hands.

the feeling of his fingers running through your hair is nearly enough to send you into the deepest portion of rem sleep. you let your eyes close to savor this feeling by touch alone.

“percy, why’re you doing this?”

“I won’t let you walk around looking like a tornado caught you.”

“you’re sweet, that’s cute.”

“yeah, yeah.”

he ignores your further compliments and continues twining your hair strands around each other, mingling and undoing until a full braid is made with the entire left side of your head.

“one done, one to go.” percy slides the finished braid over your shoulder, you turn your head to the side to admire his work— which surprisingly was exquisite. you were awe-struck until he turned your head back up to face towards. you frown but remain silent.

diligently and with delicacy he begins to braid the second portion of your hair.

“can I fall asleep on you?” your eyes grow heavy.

percy tugs a piece of your hair making you wince. “wait until I’m finished.”

soon he does, you place both braids in front of your shoulders and happily take your time looking over them. not a single stray hair left.

“how’d you learn to braid hair?” you slide to the side and let your head drape over his lap, fingers still toying with your new braids.

“estelle.” he places a kiss to your forehead.

“figures.” you roll over again and nuzzle your face into his denim-clad thigh. “am I allowed to sleep now, master?”

“shut up, sweet girl.”

“yet you still call me your sweet girl, that’s quite the contradiction.”

“just go to sleep!”

[maximoffwitch]

Hola, heyyy I saw you’re looking for some Emily/Jj requests! I’m so in the mood for a fluff-Christmas time one with jj x fem!reader! I had this idea of something along the lines of it being one of jj’s first few Christmas’ since will left her (Michael is new born atp) and she’s stressing about doing it Aline for her new gf (reader) is super helpful and it makes jj sappy and also she feels like she doesn’t deserve reader but reader is just so in love with jj and her boys! Idk if that’s awful or cutesy🥺but sorry if that’s terrible

All I Want for Christmas Is You

pairing: jennifer jareau x reader

warnings: none! just pure fluff

summary: you spend your first christmas with you girlfriend, who’s still getting used to sharing the burden of the holiday chaos.

word count: 4.1k

a/n: merry christmas and happy holidays!! hope you enjoy some tooth rotting fluff <3 again, this is not rly proofread so pls forgive any mistakes (:

this is also part of @storiesofsvu holiday bingo for the “first christmas” square!

Setting aside the pile of case files, JJ cringed as she picked up her own list of things to do. Christmas was fast approaching, and she had a million things to do. A few things had been crossed off, but she still had to buy and wrap more presents for the boys, finish decorating, and bake cookies. Ever since her and Will had gotten divorced, JJ prepared the Christmas festivities on her own. And though this would be her third year doing so, it never did get any easier.

Noticing the furrow in JJ’s brow, Emily took out one of her ear buds. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” JJ sighed as she ran her fingers through her hair. “I just have a lot to do before Christmas.”

“Oooo.” Emily grinned with a knowing glint in her eye, taking out her other ear bud. “Are you spending it with (Y/N)?”

When Emily had introduced you to the team about a year ago, she had a feeling you would take a liking to a certain blonde. You and Emily had been roommates and best friends in college, but you’d only recently moved to DC for a fellowship opportunity at George Washington Hospital. Emily had told you all about the media liaison, and you had to admit she was your type, but you also knew that JJ was fairly recently divorced and had two boys to worry about. If anything was going to happen, you wanted her to make the first move. So you waited patiently, content to just be around her and get to know her better.

When JJ did take that first step, asking you to coffee one morning before your shift, you swore it was the best day of your life. Yet, somehow, every day after that continued to prove you wrong. You absolutely adored JJ, never minding her busy schedule. After a month or two of dating, she introduced you to her two boys, and you immediately fell in love. Henry was a little ball of energy and excitement, always wearing a timid smile on his face, and Michael, though only two, was constantly babbling to you about something, his adorable chubby cheeks flushed red. You knew as soon as you met them that you’d do absolutely anything for them, even if JJ and you separated, which you hoped never happened.

You always loved Christmas—the snow, the gifts, the hot chocolate, the cozy fire, the nostalgic carols, all of it—and you wanted to share that joy with your girlfriend and her kids. So when JJ got called in on back to back cases the weeks before Christmas, and you could practically feel the guilt and stress radiating off her through the phone, you devised a plan.

“I don’t know,” JJ said, her eyes scanning back over her list. “I don’t want to burden her by making her spend Christmas morning with two screaming kids.”

“Oh, come on Jayje,” Emily chuckled. “You know that (Y/N) absolutely adores the boys.”

“She probably has plans,” JJ deflected, knowing Emily was right. You were amazing with Henry and Michael, something that melted her heart every time she saw you interact with them.

“Oh, she definitely has plans,” Emily mumbled under her breath. You had told your best friend all about your Christmas ideas for JJ and the boys, swearing her to secrecy. You wanted it to be a surprise, knowing the expression on JJ’s face would be all worth it.

JJ frowned, as she heard her friend’s quiet comment. Even thought she was scared to ask you to spend Christmas with her, the thought of you having plans already made her chest tighten. “She has plans? Is she going back home?”

“No, JJ.” Emily smiled softly. “She has plans with you.” More like for you, she added in her head.

“What?” JJ’s eyes widened as she looked up to her friend’s amused expression. “She hasn’t said anything to me.”

Emily sighed. She knew you’d kill her if you spoiled the surprise. “It’s supposed to be a surprise.”

“What is?” JJ whined, desperate to know what you had up your sleeve.

Emily bit her lip as she weighed her options. Reaching across the table, she grabbed JJ’s list, ignoring the blondes vehement protests as she ripped up the piece of paper.

“Emily! What the hell?”

“You won’t be needing that anymore,” Emily simply said as she put her earbuds back in before JJ could question her further.

JJ just stared in disbelief at her friend, a small scoff escaping her lips. When she realized Emily wasn’t going to tell her anymore, she rolled her eyes, pulling out her phone to see if she could get any information directly from the source.

“Hello darling. Thanks for watching the boys again. On the jet on my way home. Do you wanna stay the night? Probs won’t be home till late. Xx.” She sent you a quick text, noticing the typing bubble appearing by your name almost immediately.

“Of course J! I love spending time with the boys. They’re already asleep and I’ve just been tidying up. Get home safe and see you soon love.”

JJ smiled at your response, her thumbs hovering over the keys as she thought out how to ask you what was on her mind.

“Would you also wanna spend Christmas with us? I don’t know if you have any plans but I’d love to have you with us and I’m sure the boys would too.”

JJ watched as your three dots appeared and disappeared, her heart beating in her ears. She hoped it wasn’t too soon and she hadn’t scared you off. When her phone pinged a few minutes later, she instantly grabbed her phone, causing Emily to chuckle quietly.

Scanning over your message, JJ blinked back a few tears, of happiness and relief.

“Jennifer, there’s no other place I’d rather be on Christmas than with you and the boys. Thank you for inviting me!! I know how much this means to you. I love you so so much! Let me know if I can do anything to help. (I know you already have a list going). Miss you dearly. Hurry home.”

JJ typed out a quick response, one that may have contained a few too many heart emojis, and tucked her phone back in her bag. Staring out the window, she could see the dim lights of DC starting to appear through the fog as thoughts of you swirled in her mind. She couldn’t wait to get home.

— — — —

As she pulled up to her house, JJ’s jaw literally dropped. It was almost unrecognizable, as white Christmas lights lined the roof and windowsills and lit candles burned in the windows. Knowing you were the culprit behind the newly decorated house, JJ felt a warmth flood her body, but she couldn’t also help feel a little guilty. She didn’t want you to have to do all this work, work that she really should be doing.

As she stepped in the front door, she looked around the living room in awe. All sorts of decorations were littered around—mini Santas, holiday candles, homemade paper snowflakes, garlands on the mantle. JJ nearly melted when she saw the perfectly wrapped presents under the tree, ones that you no doubt put there, seeing as she was no where near wrapping any of the gifts she’d gotten the boys. Dropping her go bag next to the sofa, she followed the soft clattering of dishes coming from the kitchen. You were loading the dishwasher, donning one of JJ’s old Georgetown hoodies and a pair of Christmas pajama pants, and the sight stirred something within JJ, something she hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Hey, honey,” she cooed, careful not to scare you as she approached you.

“JJ!” You lit up, throwing your arms around her and burying your face in her neck. With all the holiday chaos and both of your busy schedules, you had missed your girlfriend tremendously. “I missed you,” you mumbled into her skin, her vanilla and jasmine perfume flooding your senses.

“I missed you too, (Y/N/N).”

Lifting your head, you wore a tired smile. “Hi,” you whispered dreamily as you stared into JJ’s hypnotizing blue eyes.

“Hi yourself,” she giggled.

“Can I have a kiss?” You jutted out your bottom lip, giving her your best pout.

JJ fondly rolled her eyes but nonetheless responded by meeting your lips with hers, kissing you tenderly.

“Mmm,” JJ hummed as the two of you separated. “I missed that too.”

You chuckled, quickly pecking her lips again. “Me too.”

“How was your week, babe?” JJ untangled herself from you before moving towards the cabinet to grab a mug for some tea.

“Busy,” you replied, shrugging nonchalantly. The hospital was always hectic during the holidays with the terrible weather, ladder accidents, and increased drinking. “How was the case?”

“It was alright,” JJ said, matching your tone. “Solved it in the end.”

Neither of you divulged many details of your work, knowing the other saw their fair share of humanity each day. The only times you’d discuss work in depth was when one of you had a rough day and needed to talk about it. You shared a mutual understanding of where work stood in your relationship, and establishing that boundary early on kept your relationship strong. The two of you made quite the pair as an FBI agent and a trauma surgeon.

“Good,” you hummed as you started the electric kettle for the blonde’s tea. Noticing the tenseness in your girlfriend’s shoulders, you crossed the room and cupped her face, gently rubbing the creases out of her forehead as you searched her eyes. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

JJ paused for a moment, knowing she couldn’t lie to you. Even before you started dating, you were able to read JJ like a book, picking up on every single one of her tells.

“I’m perfect now that I’m home,” she said truthfully. “Especially now that it actually feels like Christmas in here.” She motioned to all the decorations you put up. “Thank you for doing that. You really didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to, JJ,” you assured, hooking your finger under her chin so she would meet your gaze. You could see the guilt and doubt swirling in her eyes, and you knew she felt like she didn’t deserve this, like she was burdening you. “I love Christmas, and I love you, and I love the boys. You’re not alone, JJ. You don’t have to do it all by yourself, mkay?”

JJ searched your eyes, only seeing sincerity and love in them, and she couldn’t even stop the tears from pooling in her eyes. “I know,” she whispered, taking a deep breath. “Ever since the divorce, I’m just so used to doing everything on my own.”

“I know.” You offered her an understanding smile. “But I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

JJ nodded, a small smile pulling at her lips. “I love you, (Y/N).” She leaned in a kissed you softly, more passionately than before. You melted into her touch as your lips moved languidly against hers. The feeling of her skin against yours was something you’d never tire of.

“I love you too, Jennifer Jareau,” you said as you pulled away.

“I love you but don’t think I didn’t notice the large gifts with Henry’s and Michael’s names on them,” JJ scolded playfully, giving you a stern look that lacked any real bite.

“What can I say?” You grinned goofily. “I love to spoil them. And you.” Punctuating your sentence with another kiss to the corner of her mouth, you unwrapped yourself from her embrace and moved to pour the hot water into her mug. “Wanna go to bed?”

“More than anything,” JJ sighed softly as she took your outstretched hand and followed you back to the bedroom, the two of you making quick pit stops in the boys’ bedrooms so she could say goodnight.

In bed, wrapped up in Santa Claus flannel sheets, as JJ watched you fall asleep curled into her side, she swore her heart never felt fuller.

— — — —

The next few days before Christmas were filled with all sorts of holiday festivities. In between your shifts at the hospital and JJ’s late nights of case paperwork, the two of you spent all your free time with the boys, doing everything from wrapping presents and baking cookies to playing in the snow and decorating the tree.

By Christmas Eve night, it was safe to say that both you and JJ were absolutely exhausted. Michael and Henry, on the hand, were buzzing with energy.

“When’s Santa coming?” Henry asked as he jumped onto your lap, earning a groan from you.

“Soon, Hen,” you laughed. “But you have to go to bed if you want him to come.”

“But I wanna see him,” the young boy whined, his younger brother babbling in agreement.

“Even if you did stay up, you wouldn’t be able to see him. Santa moves so fast that he can’t even be detected seen by us,” you explained seriously. “But he can’t come if you don’t go to bed.”

With that, Henry scrambled off your lap and dashed up the stairs, yelling over his shoulder, “Mikey, we got to go to bed.”

JJ laughed as she lifted Michael onto her hip, the two year old already dozing off, his thumb resting on his lip.

“How about you get those two off to bed and I’ll start sorting things out down here?” You suggested as you kissed Michael’s head.

“Sounds like a plan, doc.” JJ winked, puckering her lips out.

Rolling your eyes, you complied and gave her a quick kiss. As the mother went upstairs with her sons, you started preparing your Santa schemes. You grabbed the handful of gifts you’d stored in the coat closet and then filled the boys’ stockings with candies and other goodies. As you were kneeling down by the tree, organizing the presents, JJ descended the stairs and reentered the living room, a gasp escaping her lips.

(Y/N),” she sighed reverently as she saw the results of your Christmas magic–the stuffed stockings, the pile of gifts “from Santa” under the tree, and the half-full milk glass next to the cookies with a few bites taken out of them.

“Babe, did you happen to grab those gifts we hid in your closet while you were up there?” Your words muffled by the branches above you. When you didn’t hear a response, you crawled out from under the tree. “Jayje?”

JJ stood in the doorway, gift bags in her hands, a tender smile on her face, her eyes glossy. “I can’t believe you did all this.”

Rushing to your feet and over to your girlfriend, gently taking the bags from her hands and setting them down, you cupped her face with both your hands. “Talk to me, Jay.”

“I just,” she started, frustratedly huffing out a puff of air. “I don’t know what I did to deserve all this. You’ve been so great to me, to us, and you’ve made this the best Christmas I could ever hope for. I-I can’t even begin to express how much it means to me.”

You smiled as you gently wiped away a stray tear from her cheek with the pad of your thumb. “I love you, Jennifer Jareau, and I love Michael and Henry–with all my heart. You deserve everything because you are a wonderful woman and an amazing mother. Ever since I met you, you’ve made my life so much better. The least I can do is give you and your kids the Christmas you deserve.”

At a loss of words, JJ simply surged forward, connecting her lips with yours. You kissed her back with all the warmth you had in your heart, feeling the weight of her emotions, the trust, the love, and the tenderness in that single, perfect moment. Her lips were soft, but there was a desperation to the kiss, as though she couldn’t express everything she was feeling with words alone. You could feel her hands trembling slightly against your skin as they slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, as if afraid you might disappear.

Breaking the kiss for just a moment, you rested your forehead against hers, breathing her in, feeling the steady rhythm of her pulse against yours. “You’re everything to me,” you whispered.

JJ’s breath hitched, and her hands cupped your face gently, her eyes searching yours. “I adore you,” she murmured. “I love you.”

Her eyes softened as she gazed at you, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. She pressed her lips to yours again, slower this time, savoring the kiss like it was a promise.

When you finally pulled back, you both wore a silly smile. You took JJ’s hand in yours, the gift bags in your other hand, and led her over to the couch. “Come here.” You guided her to sit down as you quickly put the last gifts under the tree. “I have something for you.”

Before you sat down next to her, you slipped something out of your back pocket, handing her an envelope.

“(Y/N), I can’t accept whatever this is.” JJ shook her head. “You’ve already done too much for me.”

“Just open it, Jayje.”

JJ hesitated for a moment, her fingers tracing the edge of the envelope, admiring your elegantly scribbled handwriting. Sitting beside her, you felt your heart pounding with anticipation.

“Come on, JJ. My grandma moves faster than this,” you teased with a nervous chuckle.

JJ gave you stern look, the corners of her mouth betraying her as they started to turn upwards. Turning her attention back to the gift in her hand, JJ took a deep breath and slowly tore open the envelope and pulled out the single piece of paper inside. Her eyes scanned the contents, her brow furrowing slightly as she read. You watched her expression shift from confusion to surprise to awe. She looked up at you, her voice barely a whisper. “(Y/N), what is this?”

“It’s a plane ticket,” you said simply. “Well, two plane tickets. For us. To Barcelona. I know it’s something you’ve always wanted. And I’ve already arranged everything. The flight, the hotel, and I talked to Hotch about your vacation time. He said he’d only call if it was absolutely necessary.” JJ opened her mouth to interject, but you kept on rambling.

“And I talked to Will about the boys, and he said no problem. They’ll be with him, unless you want to bring them, then obviously they can come with, but I figured you’d want a vacation just the two of us. Everything is taken care of already. You don’t have to worry–”

“(Y/N)!” JJ interrupted. “Honey, you’re rambling.”

“Sorry.” You smiled sheepishly, biting your lip as you gauged her reaction.

JJ blinked, processing what you were saying, but still unsure if she understood correctly. “(Y/N), I can’t…How… this is too much. I can’t possibly accept this.” She moved to hand the envelope back to you, causing you to shake your head. “You’ve already done so much for us, for me–”

You placed a hand gently on hers, quieting her. “JJ, listen to me. It’s not just a trip. It’s a chance for you to take a step back. To take some time for yourself, to breathe and relax. You’ve given so much of yourself to your team, to Michael, to Henry… you deserve to take a moment for yourself.”

She blinked again, emotion welling up in her eyes. “I… I don’t even know what to say.”

"Say yes," you urged softly. "Say yes to you, Jayje. Say yes to us. You’ve worked so hard for everyone else. It’s time to do something for yourself. Let yourself be taken care of. Let me love you."

JJ stared at the ticket, her hand trembling in yours. The quiet room seemed to close in around you as she tried to find her voice. Finally, she looked back at you, eyes full of gratitude and love, a look that took your breath away. “Why are you doing this?” she asked, her voice thick with emotion.

You shrugged, trying to keep the tone light while your heart was full. “Because you deserve it, and because I love you.” You paused, squeezing her hand. “It’s our first Christmas together. Let’s make it memorable. Let’s make it about you… about us.”

JJ let out a shaky breath, the corners of her mouth curling into a hesitant smile. She was overwhelmed, but there was something in her eyes—something that told you, despite all the hesitation, that she knew exactly what you were offering. While it was a much needed vacation away from her two- and seven-year olds and away from the dreary cases she dealt with everyday, it was also much more than that. It was a chance for you two to take the next step in your relationship, and this was your way of showing her that you were in this for the long run.

She stared at the ticket once more, and with a shaky breath, she looked at you, her smile growing as her eyes softened. "I guess we’re going to Barcelona.” JJ beamed at you, letting out a wet laugh.

“Yeah?” You bit back a grin.

“Yes.” She nodded, setting the ticket aside. “You’re right. I do need a vacation, and what’s a better vacation than spending it with you, my love.”

Too excited to form any coherent words, you surged forward, kissing her, your teeth clashing as you were both smiling widely.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and grinning, JJ let out a soft laugh, her eyes still sparkling. “I’m so lucky to have you, (Y/N). I don’t think I say it enough, but I’m grateful you’re in my life because I really do love you, like a lot.”

You grinned, feeling your heart swell in your chest. “You don’t have to say it, Jayje. I already know. But hearing it never hurts.”

JJ leaned into your shoulder, sighing contentedly as she closed her eyes for a moment, taking it all in. "I don’t know how to thank you for this, for everything you’ve done for me. For us."

“You don’t need to thank me,” you replied. "Seeing you smiling like that is all the thanks I need."

She lifted her head to look at you again, her gaze full of warmth and admiration. “Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”

“Merry Christmas, JJ,” you mumbled into her skin as you kissed her temple. “How about we go to bed?” You stood up and held out your hand for JJ to take. “Santa won’t come until we’re asleep, you know,” you teased with a wink.

JJ chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She took your hand, letting you pull her gently to her feet. “Santa, huh?” she laughed, raising an eyebrow as she stepped closer to you. “You’re not trying to get me into bed with that, are you?”

You grinned, leaning in to kiss her softly. “Maybe,” you said into her ear, your voice low and playful. “But I don’t think I need Santa’s help for that.”

JJ threw her head back, a genuine laugh taking over her body. “Let’s go to bed then,” she said, her voice steady now, though still filled with affection.

You both walked hand-in-hand toward the bedroom, the soft glow of the Christmas tree lights casting a gentle light on the stairs ahead. As you reached the bed, you pulled the covers back, and JJ climbed in first, her body curling into the warmth of the blankets. You slid in beside her, wrapping your arms around her as she nestled into you, her head resting on your chest.

“I love you,” she whispered, her voice almost lost in the stillness of the room. “Thank you for giving me this. For showing me what love feels like again.”

You kissed the top of her head, breathing her in. “I love you too, JJ. Good night.”

“G’night,” JJ mumbled as her eyes were starting to weigh heavy.

The soft sound of her breath slowed as she drifted off to sleep, her body warm and relaxed against yours. You held her close, feeling the peace of the night wash over you.

Tomorrow morning would be chaotic, the both of you running around at a hundred miles an hour, trying to keep up with two young boys ripping off wrapping paper faster than you could keep up. But tonight, you savored the calm feeling of having the woman you loved in your arms.

Santa could come or not. You had everything you needed—JJ’s love, her trust, the love and laughter of her two boys, and the promise of a future with your budding family.

And that was all you could ever want.

[prettiestofpisces]

juju watkins x gf!reader

synopsis: you happen to be juju’s girlfriend and lash tech

fluff✨blurb

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as juju’s six foot two form laid on your lash bed, you sat down in your swivel chair adjacent from the girls head.

to the right of you was your lash table which held all the materials you’d possibly need for judea.

“so how have you been baby?” you say swiftly playing with juju’s ears.

although you two were newly official, you both have such a tender spot for one another.

knowing each other, growing with each other since highschool, y’all were made incredibly close over the years.

sharing a kiss or two, prolonged cuddles… your relationship was beyond affection yet nothing contained a label at the time.

that was until senior year after learning you’d both be attending southern cal, juju decided to jump the gun. asking you to prom and later on to be her girlfriend

“mmm good…” she hums with her eyes closed.

“too many promotions, practices and flights.”

now your hands caress her cheeks yet you waited to respond.

“you just want some peace and quiet, i understand baby, keep talking to me if you’d like.”

you then alert juju you’re about to start and she, unknowingly yet conscious of something near her eyes, closed them tight without saying anymore.

you pumped a light foam soap over her lashes and began swirling it in, cleansing the hairs or anything foreign.

“what about you?” she spoke out suddenly.

“hm, well i’ve been busy with few clients, classes and missing you but!.. i watched you play kansas and saw you got roughed up” you giggled.

after said, game juju sported a subtle gash on her left cheek due to brutal play. juju never complained but you knew the mark bothered her.

“you can’t tell but i’m rolling my eyes” juju says with a wide smile, following with more banter.

you let out a final chuckle before rinsing off her eyes and proceeding.

after drying you lay tape down on her bottom lashes to secure them and a large piece for your markings and mapping.

“whispy cat eye right ju?”

“yeah ma” she responds so sweetly.

a minute passes as you’re finishing up writing little numbers across the tape you’ve placed and now you’re able to begin lashing.

pluck a singular extension, dip it in glue, place it on a single lash and wait. a simple process yet very demanding.

you hum along to the rnb tunes in the background, filling the silence and soon enough, you hear the subtle snores of the girl in front of you.

as time ticks, it’s been 45 minutes and you’re finished with the left eye moving over to her right.

Please sprout, offer me your tulips

On my fate

You gon' be my blessing tonight

So keep your eyes wide…

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

and… you’re done.

slowly lifting the tape from jujus soft skin you crumble the pieces and toss them away. her sleeping form calm and content, you kiss her cheek to wake her.

“ju… baby, i’m finished” you whisper close to her ear. once her eyes flutter open you take it upon yourself to kiss her again, this time two pecks.

juju does a quick stretch of all her joints and crains her arm back hold your face against her own. turning her head to the right she embraces you both in a kiss, an oddly awkward perpendicular kiss but one with so much passion nonetheless.

after releasing, juju takes a deep breath and lets go of you all together.

“thank you” she draws out groggily. sliding off the table as you both stand up from your still positions. her tall lengthy frame towering over you like before.

juju looking rather seductive with her new stare. you stare up at her in return admiring you work, the lashes which accentuate her eyes so nicely, making your own dilate. you couldn’t help yourself.

“you’re so pretty” you squeal before juju pulls you into her chest ever so gently. loving the feeling of comfort you tighten the hug whilst still gazing at one another.

“what are you doing tonight?” your question filled with anticipation.

“staying here with you” juju harps, her blatant statement taking you by surprise yet you were more than okay with it.

“i love when you’re around.”

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and scene.

sorry i’ve been away, sigh..

just a sophomore in college what can i say however i hope you like this little blurb, its very rushed but i just wanted to post bc postings fun.

muah.

[1byhwng]

( drabble ) “so sweet” -  최연준 (pt.1)

pairings - classmate!yeonjun x college!fem reader

warnings - MDNI (pt.2 will contain smut)

a/n — I was gonna post this yesterday but it wasn’t finished so here’s your late present 😭. sorry for it being messy i was trying to get it done.

it was no secret that yeonjun liked you, almost everyone in school knew. The only person that didn’t know was you.

You would receive candy’s and drinks in your locker along with a note almost everyday, and every note ended with ‘ — C.YJ’ .

Considering he was also one of the most outgoing people in the school, you already ruled him out to be the secret admirer. There were plenty of people with those initials.

The night before christmas yeonjun took the time to write a decorated letter for you.

”Hi, y/n. I know we haven’t really talked much or really at all but i think you’re very pretty —“ he stops scratching out the writing on the paper before tossing it aside somewhere “that’s not it—“ he sighs before grabbing another paper and starting again.

“Hi, y/n. I’ve liked you for a while. i like everything about you. you’re really kind and sweet it’s crazy more guys don’t find you attractive. I didn’t want to say my feelings because i was scared. i can’t say them in front of you or i’ll probably become a stuttering mess. so this is my way of saying i like you. y/n please like me back.” biting his lip he finally decides to place it into the envelope, hoping you would accept it.

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The next day, you wake up from the sound of your alarm blasting into your ear. Sitting up, you yawn before getting out of bed and heading downstairs since you didn’t have to get ready for your class until 11:00 which was 4 hours away.

You see your mom standing at the counter cutting up something, turning when she here’s your footsteps. As soon as she sees you her face lights up and she practically runs over to you “so?” she grins brightly at you. “so..what?” you ask, making your way to the fridge with you mom following behind. “oh c’mon, “ she groans “did you tell him yet?” before you could answer she cuts you off “ and don’t you even ‘tell who?’ me, did you tell yeonjun that you like him yet?” she probed.

“mom—i didn’t tell him because—I..he wouldn’t like me back.” you stammer, trying to reason with her only to receive a groan from her.

“i bet he likes you back.” she shrugs going back to cooking. “i’m not in high school anymore mom.” you counter “he has like a million girls on him every day so why would he choose me.”

Your mom sighs, turning to look at you “just ask him y/n,” she smiles “the worst that could happen is he says no—but i doubt that will happen.” she reassures you.

You groan in defeat, “fine.” you get up before heading up to your room to get ready.

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As you’re doing your work, you see yeonjun walk into class. Late. As usual but that wasn’t on your mind. Today was the day you tell him that you like him. Today.

You feel butterflies fill your stomach as you think of all the outcomes that could possibly happen. What if he laughs at you and mock your confession in front of everyone. what if he already has a girlfriend. what if he says yes only to use you and leave. what if—

“hey y/n? can i sit here?” you here a voice above you. You look up and see yeonjun looking down at you. god was he tall. “y-yeah of course, no problem ?” you stutter moving your bag to the floor.

why did you feel like a high schooler with her first crush. Technically he is you first crush.

Once he’s seated, you can feel him looking at you as you work—try to work. “can i tell you something?” he speaks up holding a letter in his hand. You look over to him confused, not really sure what he would say.

“i’ve liked you for a while, y/n. So, i wanted to give you this as my christmas present.” he smiles, handing you the letter. After you read it you look at him shocked “yeonjun…I can’t believe t-“

“miss l/n. save your conversation until after the lecture.” your teacher interrupts, causing some to turn and look at the two of you. You mouth ‘i like you too’ to him before paying more attention to the school work but the fact that he liked you wouldn’t leave your head. maybe this was the best day of your life.

[k3nz1ekorn]

Jayvik actor au- first meeting

There’s a new show airing based on the popular video game League of Legends! Filming has just started and while it’s the first day on set, it’s also the first meeting of costars Joel and Vlad, set to play Jayce and Viktor. 

DIsclaimer: obviously I do not own the game League of Legends or any of the characters. Because this is an au some of them are going to be very out of character but this entire au is self indulgent for me so idrc. Hope you enjoy tho! also I have no idea how acting or set lots work and I have no intention of looking those specifics up for this, if that bothers you feel free to correct any inaccuracies in a comment!

Vlad was nervous to say the least. It wasn’t as if he was an inexperienced actor, just that this was a pretty big role for him. Big budget, some big names, a huge video game company, and he got to play one of the main male roles? Yeah no he definitely didn’t want to fuck this one up. He took a breath before opening the car door and stepping out onto the pavement, the frigid air surrounding him was a strong contrast to the heated car he’d just been in. He should definitely find his trailer fast, his knee did not like the cold. He slung his bag over his shoulder with ease and grabbed his cane out of the car with his opposite hand before shutting the door and starting down the path to the lot, 24B it was? Everything was busy, he noted, costumes and mechanical equipment moving around him this way and that. His head was almost on a constant swivel to make sure nobody was about to knock him off his feet, ducking and weaving here or there to make sure the stray props and cart wheels didn’t take him out. He was actually quit good at it all things considered.

“Coming through, heavy equipment!” He heard from his right, and it seemed as if he spoke a bit too soon. His efforts seemed to be in vain because as the cart had almost passed him, the wheel went over a rock and the boom mic jostled. Just enough in fact to blindside him with a bop right on the forehead. He stumbled backward for a second before a pair of very large hands were steadying him. He groaned lightly for a second before blinking a few times. A broad chest was in front of him when his eyes regained focus, squinting in confusion he looked to the hand on his arm, before following it up to find- Oh. Oh wow. 

“You alright there?” He was broken out of his very minor trance by the new voice, deep and gravely. He blinked a few more times before letting out a cough, taking a small step away, and responding.

“YES! Yes I’m fine, thank you for the concern though.” He gave a chuckle and a small smile as he finished readjusting his bag. He took a moment to look over this new person, and yes his initial observation was oh so correct. He was so very good looking. Vlad preferred his men a bit more rugged truth be told, usually a beard or longer hair, but all things considered this stranger was striking. He started to move to introduce himself when the man spoke again.

“Good, I’ll be on my way then. ‘Scuse me.” He gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder and slipped past him. Vlad turned to watch him walk away for a moment before giving a small huff. Not even a name to put to a face, huh. With a shake of his head he carefully continued on.

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After arriving at his destination and getting settled into his trailer it was time to get down to business. Hair and makeup flew by in a breeze with the help of a quick coffee, and costumes had been fitted to perfection previously. He admitted he looked quite good in this one, the lace up sides of the vest did wonders for his already nice figure. With one more look in the mirror he gave himself a nod and picked up his script and cane before descending the custom ramp out of his trailer. Immediately he was met with his assistant, Skylar. She handed him his second coffee of the day and he adjusted so he was holding it in the same hand as his smaller copy of the script. They settled into a comfortable pace as they made their way towards the set. She went over a few key notes on the way there.

“So your first scene today is set in the aftermath of when the character Jayce’s apartment blew up, you’re almost grilling him on why, how, yada yada, asking questions, being snarky, etc. okay? Should be fairly easy for you. Your counterpart for this scene is Joel Torres, he’s already on set. He filmed a few other scenes already today so he’s already all warmed up and ready to jump into it.” She seemed almost anxious? Exasperated? It was hard to tell with her sometimes. “Other staff have said he’s a bit…cold? Just don’t take it personally if he doesn’t take to you immediately, is what I’m getting at, mmkay?” Vlad scoffed a bit at that. He never took it personally when people didn’t like him, if they were coworkers he did like to be cordial at least. It was just better for the production and flow of things that way. 

“That will not be a problem, I am a professional in the art of not speaking,” that definitely earned him a skeptical look, “and I’m caffeinated now, highly I might add, so whatever this Joel does or does not say is eh…water off the head? Is that the saying? It’s some kind of body part, yes?”

“Well yeah, but it’s-”

“Fantastic, onto the important issue, did you discuss what their potential relationship is building to with anyone on the production team? I know of my own interpretation, but this script it…leaves you guessing some, no?” He held up the papers before taking a sip of his overly sweet coffee and raising his eyebrow in question. She pulled her mouth into an almost grimace and sucked in through her teeth.

“So I did ask, and they said it was meant to end up brotherly almost? Like by the end of the season?” she shot him a sideways glance as she mirrored his movement to drink from her own cup. “If you’re able you can always talk to Mr. Torres and discuss how you both would want to portray the relationship.” Vlad gave a hum in response as they continued on their way. A bright head of pink hair came into view as they got closer. It was a shorter girl, probably one of the female leads? She was leaning on a table with a donut in one hand. In front of her stood a taller woman with deep blue hair, immediately he was able to recognize her as Cathrin Kristy. The shorter one caught his gaze and gave a small wave and a smile, with her mouth full of course. Cathrin turned with a raised eyebrow before giving a polite smile and a nod in acknowledgement. Vlad copied the move to both of them before turning his attention back to Skylar to finish their briefing. The set came into view and he stopped at the edge of it to give everything a brief once over. He turned side to side a bit to fully take it in and get used to his new surroundings before stopping dead in his tracks and giving a slight smirk to himself.

Well hello again handsome. Sitting just a few feet away was the same man he bumped into not even two hours ago, clad in the same ‘Academy uniform’ as the costume department had called it. This must be Joel then, the cold demeanor he’d encountered earlier certainly fit the description Skylar had been telling him about. “One moment Sky, I’ll be back.” He heard her make some kind of annoyed confused sound as he walked away, right up to his new coworker. He appeared to be reading over the script, they were about to film a new scene after all so it made sense. He takes a moment to fully look at him as he approaches. Even under the uniform he can make out thick muscles, beautiful tanned skin on his clean shaven face and oh those hands. His hair was slicked back, not perfect though, an artistically styled messy to give the illusion of disarray while keeping the clean cut illusion the character had. As he’s just a few feet away the other man glances up at him, he squints his eyes a bit as if in confusion before recognition settles in and he lifts his head to acknowledge him. Vlad opens his mouth to speak before he stops, he’s not too far in front of the other but at a comfortable distance for a couple of strangers. He doesn’t plan to be strangers for much longer though. “Well hello again, quite a surprise to see you here. It seems our paths have crossed once again. I admit I didn’t mind the first, but this one is definitely preferred. I’m Vladamir, you may call me Vlad though if you’d like.” He reaches out a hand in front of him. His counterpart takes a glance down at his hand with a raised brow before setting down his script. He looks back up at Vlad’s eyes before taking his hand to give it one firm shake. Dear gods he’s strong…and those eyes- his train of thought is cut short as the other finally speaks. 

“Joel. Just Joel.” He retracts his hand and places it in his lap to intertwine his fingers with the other one. There’s silence as they just stare for a moment, and he thinks he may imagine Joel taking the time to give Vlad a once over, he really hopes he isn’t blushing too hard. Vlad brings his hand back to his side and tilts his head with a light smirk, as he opens his mouth to speak again a bell rings. They both turn their heads as they hear the director call them to places. Vlad gives a light hum before he turns back to Joel once more.

“I believe they need us on set then, shall we?” he doesn’t wait for an answer as he turns and walks to his place. He definitely doesn’t imagine it when he hears a deep exhale and the shuffling of papers behind him before any footsteps follow. 

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“What happened here?” Vlad gets into character easily, this is a fun one for him after all. He turned and gave a wave of his hand, his cane clicking on the ground with ease, it helped that it was fitted to actually be the right height for him.

“Science I guess?” ‘Jayce’ says. This character is very different from him, he could tell as much from the script alone. The actress for Grayson says their line easily, moving out of the way for ‘Viktor’ to approach. He furrows his brows as he turns back to ‘Jayce’ and continues with his line.

“Nor was this approved by the Academy. Who authorized your research?” He says pointedly, he takes care to not kick any of the prop debris as he makes his way over to the other, acting as if he hasn’t had the last twenty minutes to look over the set before they started shooting.

“It was an independent study. Who are you anyway?” he shoots back accusingly as he looks up at him.  Vlad has to force down the immediate urge to look back into his eyes, scrutinizing the blackboard for a moment more.

“I’m assistant to the dean of the Academy, who it may serve you to remember is also the head of the council.” With that he finally looks at ‘Jayce’ again, they lock eyes for a brief second and it almost feels like he stopped breathing. Almost. He is a great actor after all. He breaks eye contact to look back at the board and it feels easy to breathe again, “He sent me here to ensure that anything dangerous is removed safely.” More glancing at the room, anything really to avoid looking into those eyes again. “Which, according to my list, includes you.”

“What!?” More eye contact, it’s brief this time thank the gods. “How am I dangerous?”

“Uh, that is for the council to decide.” He holds the focus of those beautiful golden eyes for barely another second before looking at ‘Grayson’ as she drops the handcuffs into view. ‘Jayce’ hangs his head in defeat and then the shrill bell signals the end of the scene and he glances back at Joel, who had quickly gotten up to listen to feedback from the director. They make eye contact again and Joel raises a thick brow at him. Vlad quickly turns away to hide his blush and busies himself with going over his lines for the scene again with Skylar, making little notes for himself for the next take. This is going to be a long show for sure.

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A Bonus for this one:

When Joel gets back to his trailer for lunch he sits at the booth and lets a long sigh overtake him before he throws his head against the back of his seat. His hand covers his eyes before he pinches the bridge of his nose. All he can picture are those beautiful eyes looking back at him in nearly every scene he shot today. Letting his head drop forward again he removes his hand and glances down at the script. Nearly every scene with him huh? He lets out a defeated chuckle, yep. He’s fucked.

Author’s notes: Wow so I whipped this out in about 5 hours with leftover Christmas mimosa supplies. Literally can’t wait to add Mel in. Don’t know when but I will because I love her so much.

[skellseerwriting]

It is Tradition After All

March x Gn!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Content & Warnings: Lighthearted, flustered March, Olric once again being an unintentional third wheel, no mention of Christmas (though it’s sorta implied. I wanted to leave “holidays” neutral but there aren’t any other December ones I’m familiar with + Mistria isn’t in our world)

Summary: Olric and March invite you to participate in their family tradition, but you and March soon find that there’s another tradition that could take place…

Worming your way throughout the rambunctious inn with a mug of hot chocolate in hand, you made your rounds of greeting everyone and wishing them happy holidays. Almost everybody was standing, so seeking out certain faces wasn’t easy in the small sea of people. One person that you didn’t take just two seconds to greet, however, was March.

He was leaning against the wall with a certain mysterious air as he swirled his drink around in one hand. The spotlight was a place he loved, but when he wasn’t in it, he much rather preferred to be away from large groups.

“Happy holidays.” You smiled at him, holding your mug with both hands.

With his natural blush turning darker, March shifted his eyes away as he mirrored the sentiment; taking a sip of his cocoa. You tried not to giggle at the little mustache the drink gave him.

“Are there any family traditions you and Olric will be doing?” You attempted to make small talk. March wasn’t the easiest person’s tongue to loose; except when he was drunk of course.

During the past couple weeks in Mistria, you’d learned that many of the people here had their own traditions they participated in. It was quite different from where you grew up.

“Yeah, we hang our metal ornaments on our tree. Every year, both of us make a new one, so tonight we’re hanging those up.”

Warmth bubbled up in your stomach at the heartwarming activity.

“That sounds really nice, March.” You said softly. “That’s not only a really neat tradition, but it seems very special.”

Flushing darker, March tried to ignore your gaze by sticking his nose in his cup.

“It’s nothing much.” He mumbled. His vocal deterrent did nothing though, as it only spurred you further to express your heartfelt joy.

“I really mean it.” You told him, standing a little closer. “It’s so lovely that you add new ones every year. You get to see the progress you’ve made and visually see that another year has passed. I wish I had something that special with someone.”

Taking his burning face out of his drink, March switched to angling his face up; looking down his nose at you. It wasn’t a stubborn look, though. He was red in the face and slightly nervous-looking as always.

“You can join us if you like.” He told you, and your heart soared at the invitation. After realizing how kind he sounded, March stuttered while adding: “N-not because I really want you there. The more the merrier, that’s all.”

Nodding with glee, you told him “of course” (even though you would bet your bull’s golden horns that he was lying). After finishing your drinks, a very cheerful Olric approached and clapped a hand on your shoulder.

“Heard March invited you to help decorate our tree; that’s great!” He exclaimed, giving his brother a big grin.

“Only because I knew you were going to do it anyways.” He said flatly, acting like he was suddenly indifferent again.

“Whatever you say bro!”

After staying at the party for a bit longer, you left the inn; following March and Olric.

Entering their shop, you discovered a large, dark green pine tree had already been placed in the front right corner. It was all bare, waiting to be bedazzled.

Olric pulled out a worn box and the three of you got to decorating. You bumped into March’s side multiple times while looping string over the pointed branches, and each time, one of you would fluster and apologize to the other (though at some point you stopped reacting to it). Once the box was empty, you asked Olric where the new ornaments were.

Dusting his hands off, he told you to wait a moment while he went behind the store counter and grabbed a few small objects.

One was a larger, misshapen piece of copper metal that looked intentionally formed the way it was. The other was a smaller, intricate piece of silver, with acute angles and masterfully shaped details. There was an unmistakeable shimmer to it that differed from your tools that you couldn’t quite place, and then you realized that the ornament was made out of perfect silver ore.

Last season you had given March a perfect silver ore.

“Sorry there isn’t a new one for you to hang up this year.” Olric interrupted your realization, handing you a small item. “You can hang this one up; it was March’s first addition to the tree!”

Groaning, March slid his hand over his face. “I thought you threw that out.”

“I would never! The family tradition must continue!”

“One less piece of ugly metal isn’t going to kill the tree, Olric.”

While the two brothers bickered, you just continued to look at the tiny thing. With its pointy nubs and half-oxidized covering, the idea of just how old March may have been when he made it finally hit you.

“It’s so cute.” You cooed, smiling with mirth and holding it up to eye level with both hands. Almost immediately, March quieted and stopped arguing with Olric.

“Right, well I’ll fix us something to snack on.” Olric said, walking away. “Be right back!”

And then it was just you and March, alone. Awkward silence starting seeping into the air the second Olric left, so you decided to break it.

“How old were you when you made this?”

Stiffening, March replied with “four”.

“That’s so impressive! I had no idea you started blacksmithing when you were so young.”

Turning pink from the praise (which never seemed to happen when anyone else complimented him), he looked randomly around the room. Then, glancing upwards, he gasped a quiet intake of air.

March placed his palm over his mouth; eyebrows twitching and face reddening before you finally looked where he was looking.

It was mistletoe.

There was mistletoe hanging right above  you both. Who had even put it there? Olric? But he couldn’t have possibly planned for you both to stand under it.

“We have mistletoe back home too.” You laughed nervously, feeling your face grow warm. “We also have a tradition for it, but I doubt it’s the same since so many here are different.”

With the way March reacted when seeing it, you couldn’t help but wonder if you were wrong. He just continued to look at you with his half-covered, flustered face.

“We have a tradition for it too…” March breathed through his fingers. “We- um, it’s customary that everyone does it if they find themself underneath mistletoe with someone…”

Flushing hard, you found where he was going for this.

“U-us too.”

“So maybe we should-“

“Perhaps we should-“

You swallowed, and March lowered his hand.

Stomach twisting in knots, you stood a little closer to March, and he did to you.

“It is tradition.” He gulped, and you nodded sheepishly.

“Like Olric said: ‘the tradition must continue’.”

March parted his lips, then closed them. He shifted closer to you; face right up against yours. The tension between your bodies was thick as iron. His dark eyelashes fluttered as he turned abashed and looked away.

So, you leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

He lightly gasped again, and you could never get enough of the sound.

Turning immediately to look at you, his hand went up to cup your cheek. The warmth it provided pulled you in, and you found your lips inches from his.

March brought his thumb to your lower lip, eyelids heavy and seemingly entranced as he whispered “it is tradition after all”.

Then he kissed you.

It was soft and sweet, and made even more tender by the fact it was March kissing you. He was slow and gentle while his thumb gently brushed your cheek. Opening your eyes a little revealed his to be shut tight; eyebrows knit together in concentration, determination, or both.

After pulling away, you began to feel a little lightheaded as March averted his gaze; fingers brought up to touch his lips. The blush on his face was the darkest you had ever seen it, and a fluttering pride filled your chest knowing it was because of you.

“I’m glad at least one of our traditions is the same.” You said the tentatively, hand on your upper arm.

“Yeah…” March nodded absentmindedly, staring off into space.

“Found some Star candy!” Olric exclaimed, entering the room and snapping whatever spell the two of you were under; making you both jump out of arms reach. “I hope you don’t mind if it’s not fresh, but it’ll still taste good!”

“It’s fine.” You said a little too quickly, and Olric squinted his eyes at you. Then, he did the same to March; scrutinizing his flustered face. Finally, he looked up and saw the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling and seemed to piece it together.

With a giant smile growing on his face as he looked back down to eye level, he clapped his hands together and turned around to the bag he had set down on the counter.

“Okay!” He said. “I’ve got two different flavors, so no fighting…”

The words trailed off as you looked over at March again. His face seemed closer to a pink now, but if his refusal to look at you told you anything, you were still the cause of his flustered state.

Before tuning back into Olric’s ramble, one singular thought crossed your mind.

You sure do love traditions.

Taglist: March FoM

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[schlatt-love-bot]

Chapter 1 - Fresh Meat | Chuckle Diner

It was a brisk morning in the city, only a few people around either walking their dogs or grabbing their morning cup of coffee from the local coffee shop before heading out to their jobs—a sight you normally never see as you’re a self-made nocturnal individual, usually waking up only after the time on your digital bedside clock has hit PM. You were up early, though, as your midnight research into Charlie’s recommended diner made you realize they opened their doors at 5:00 AM for their early bird specials, and though you didn’t fit that demographic, per say, you wanted to make sure you made a good impression if you were actually going to try and get a job at this place. 

Rounding the corner of the block, you saw the building Charlie was talking to you about last night—a chrome building stuck smack in the center of some high-rise office buildings, looking as though it was a building pulled straight from the 50’s. The neon sign attached to the top of the building flickered bright reds and yellows, reading “Chuckle Diner” in a script font that screamed cliche retro. You shook your head, glancing back down at the chicken scratch note Charlie left you with, debating if this was actually going to be worth it. Pacing back and forth across the street, internally debating whether or not it would be worth it, you decided to swallow any inhibitions you were having, along with your pride, as you crossed the street determined to make something good come from this worry. 

Opening the squeaky door, a bell rang to signal someone had entered. Looking around, you saw only a handful of elderly patrons sat in the red leather booths, leaving you awkwardly standing at the empty hostess stand waiting for someone to acknowledge your existence. The place smelled of greasy bacon and sweet maple syrup, and the food that was out on the diner bar in front of one older gentleman didn’t look half bad, making you wonder why you hadn’t heard of this place sooner. 

“Hello there! Welcome to Chuckle Diner, home of the infamous Chuckle Sandwich. My name is Ted, and I’ll be your server for the day! Would you like a seat at the bar or a seat in a booth?” A tall, lanky man with round glasses said in a rush, promptly coming around a corner and grabbing a set of menus and special sheets before turning around to look at you. Glancing up and down, he quickly tucked the papers into his lap apron, placing an elbow on the hostess stand to get a better look at you. 

“Ma’am, you realize this is the time of our early bird special, right? By the looks of it, you’re a bit too young to be an early bird…correct?” He let out a chuckle, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as you let out a light laugh. 

“Yeah, I’m a bit young for that kind of treatment yet, but I’m not exactly here to eat. I was told by a friend that you were currently looking to hire a hostess, and judging by the ‘help wanted’ sign in the window, I’m assuming he was correct.” You stated, as Ted’s eyes widened before he nodded his head and ducked below the hostess stand, pulling out a paper application. 

“You sure a pretty girl like you really wants to work at a place like this?” He laughs, as you grin cheekily and nod your head to signal he was correct, “Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. Here’s an application. Either bring it back when you’ve completed it, or you can take a seat here and do it on the spot, depending on how soon you need this job.” He says with a smile, gesturing to the now completely open barstools, as the gentleman who was sitting there only a handful of minutes ago had finished his meal, left his payment, and quietly left through the doors behind you. 

“Hey fuckface, where are you and why aren’t you running these plates out? The food’s getting cold, shit head!” You heard a harsh voice howl from the kitchen window, as a man you can only assume is the chef sticks his head out, looking for Ted. 

“Sorry, dude, we had something more important to deal with. Get off my case, and get back into the kitchen!” He says, walking over to retrieve the plates of food for his patrons, “Sorry about that, again the choice is yours.” He smiles, before leaving to serve his tables. You took a look outside the window, seeing that a drizzle had begun to fall from the sky onto the pavement, leaving you with the choice of trying to run this application back to your apartment in one piece, or staying here and guaranteeing it stay dry. Without hesitation, you swing over a barstool and take a seat, looking around for a pen. 

“Need one of these, toots?” That same growling voice that had came from the kitchen earlier startles you, causing you to jump before looking up and meeting eyes with a man who was still tall, almost as tall as Ted but not quite, with mutton chops you could’ve sworn went out of style decades ago—maybe everything here, even the style of the workers, was truly outdated. In his callused, greasy hands he extends a pen, shaking it lightly between his fingertips before you let out a light chuckle and take it from him, saying a quiet thank you, your heart beating faster than you had ever felt before. Despite the harsh exterior, there was something about this man that got your blood pumping, and you couldn’t put your finger on what.  

“Not a problem, sugar. The name’s Schlatt, I’m executive chef of this shithole. Though, if you wind up getting a place here maybe it won’t be half bad anymore.” He says with a wink, causing you to feel a heat sensation rising on your cheeks before he turns on his heels and heads back into the kitchen before Ted can come back and get on his case for not making the next few orders. You shook your head, trying to clear your mind and fill out the application to your very best. Although from the outside you weren’t too sure whether or not this would be the place for you, there was something about the personalities of those you’ve seen inside that makes you feel as though you belong, or at least this is a place you can find yourself for the next handful of years before getting on your feet and moving elsewhere. 

It didn’t take you very long to fill out the double-sided one page application, and after flipping it back and forth what felt like a thousand times checking to make sure you didn’t screw up any information and made yourself seem as qualified as possible, you felt a hand touch your shoulder, making you jump.

“Sweetie, we are honored at how long you’re taking to triple-check this application, but it’s just a hostess job at a crummy diner, not a lifesaving job at NASA or something. C’mon, hand it over, the boss will review it, and we’ll get back to you as soon as we can.” Ted spoke, gently reaching over your shoulder to pluck the paper from your fingertips before you could protest.

“Thanks, just a little nervous is all. I haven’t properly applied for an actual job in what feels like forever, didn’t want to screw it up somehow.” You laughed, spinning around on the stool before picking up your bag from the backrest. 

“Thanks for all your help, boys, I look forward to hearing from you!” You flash a smile and wave a hand at the server and chef duo stood nearby the bar counter, trying to make it seem as though they weren’t taking a peek at your application as they both gave a gentle wave in your direction. Stepping out the door you noticed it stopped drizzling, and though the ground was a little wet still the sun had already begun shining, and some lighter puddles on the ground had already begun to dry. You let out a sigh of relief, pressure you didn’t know you were holding in your shoulders finally releasing, as you gently shook the tension out of your body before setting off to your apartment. 

Rounding the corner without looking, you slammed into a familiar body. 

“So, it seems as though you took my advice after all, huh?” Charlie’s voice laughed out, as he helped you up from the ground, “Sorry about that, but you should’ve been looking where you were going. You were right about not being fit for a server.” He got a chuckle out of you, as you shook your head in agreement. 

“Yeah, yeah, I figured it wouldn’t hurt. Thank god it’s just a hostess position, right?” You laughed, to which he agreed. 

“Are you heading home? I was going to stop and get some breakfast at Chuckle myself actually, if you’d like to, you're more than welcome to join me!” He says, gesturing to where you had come from. 

“Thanks, but no thanks, Charlie. I’ve got some stuff I’ve got to tend to at home today.” You smile, saying some light goodbyes before letting him cross the street and head towards the diner, leaving you in a lonesome stroll a few blocks down to your apartment. 

Only about a 5 minute walk away from your apartment and your phone began to buzz in your back pocket. Pulling it out, it was a number you weren’t familiar with, but out of fear of missing a call from the diner you answered. 

“Hello?” 

“Yes, is this (Y/N) (L/N)? This is Tucker, lead manager of Chuckle Diner.” 

“Yes, yes, this is! What can I do for you?” You heart felt like it was skipping beats, what was it about this damn diner? 

“Oh wonderful! I was calling to see if you could stop by the diner for a quick interview, we just processed your application and would love to get to know you before making any hasty decisions. When can you swing by?” A grin began to creep onto your face without warning, excited at the new possibilities. 

“Uhhh, I think I can make it there in about a half an hour, is that alright?” You looked down at your current attire, which would’ve been totally fine if you were just picking up an application and filling it out, however, for a potential interview? Absolutely unacceptable.

“Perfect! See you then, (Y/N)!” Tucker said, quickly hanging up the phone just before you managed to thank him and say goodbye. You took off in a full-fledged sprint the rest of the way home, knowing you needed to get yourself put together quickly to get back to the diner in time. Sprinting up the stairs, luckily you only lived on the second floor, you nearly bust down the door to your apartment, heading straight to your closet. Throwing things around, you finally managed to put together a decent outfit, a black pencil skirt paired with a nice-fitted white blouse, making sure to put on your best bra in hopes that the executive chef would, for whatever reason, be out of the kitchen and see you when you arrive. Slipping on a pair of black wedge heels that weren’t too tall, but pulled the outfit together, you sat to quickly retouch your hair and makeup before glancing at the clock on your nightstand.

“Shit! I only have 10 minutes!” You quickly reapplied your lucky lip gloss, grabbed your bag and your phone, and ran out the door once again. Speed walking as fast as you could, you managed to get around the corner of the diner in 7 minutes. Nerves began fluttering in your stomach, causing you to stop about 10 feet away from the door to do some deep breathing. You straightened your hair over your shoulders and smoothed your blouse and skirt one last time before putting your shoulders back and reentering the diner for a second time today. 

It was definitely busier than it was earlier this morning, more of the locals coming into this seemingly hidden gem to enjoy some brunch and a mediocre view. When the bell at the door rang, out ran Ted from around the corner, just like before. This time, he was looking up before speaking, beginning to slow down as he made his way to the hostess stand once again. 

“Hey, (Y/N)...right? What brings you back here so soon, hmm?” Ted asks, confusion written across his face as he looked you up and down, realizing you changed your outfit before returning. You realized that Tucker must’ve not told his employee about needed the prospective hostess to come in today, and as you went to open your mouth, Ted put two and two together. 

“Oh! Did Tucker call you? I heard him on the phone in his office, maybe a half hour ago? Here, let me take you to him.” He said, waving in a couple patrons, allowing them to seat themselves as he guided you behind the counter and over to a closed door–Tucker’s office, you presumed. He knocked on the door, waiting to hear whether or not Tucker was busy before opening and informing him that you were here to see him. 

“Hey, (Y/N)! Thanks for coming out on such short notice, it’s nice to meet you!” Tucker said, leaning back in his chair as he held out a hand for you to shake. Eager, you took his hand in yours and shook, saying a quick hello and thanks. He gestured to the chair in front of his desk for you to take a seat in, as you slid past Ted and into the office. 

“Thanks, Ted. Don’t forget to close the door on your way out, and for the love of God please comp that one couple’s meals, I cannot believe Schlatt gave them a hard time over customizations…” Tucker pinched the bridge of his nose, as Ted let out a laugh. 

“You’re surprised by that? You have no clue who you hired, huh?” He said, still laughing as he closed the door to the office and left. Your eyes must’ve been a little too wide, as Tucker went into damage control mode immediately.

“Don’t mind him, it’s not like that all the time here, I swear. Schlatt’s just been unnecessarily rude the last few weeks, and it’s causing customers to get upset…fingers crossed things change as we hire more help.” He sighed, picking up the paper application you had just finished early this morning. “So, Charlie says you’re looking for a job to get you by. Ever been a hostess before?” 

“Uhh, no, I haven’t. I told Charlie I am such a klutz, I never considered working in the restaurant industry ever before—put me in the kitchen and I swear I would burn water, put me on the floor and all your dishes would be broken in an hour. I have, though, had experience working with the public. I used to be a cashier at a little school store downtown in college, I had to deal with all the students and their parents on a daily basis.” You began to explain, immediately feeling as though you weren’t painting the best picture of yourself for getting this position. Tucker began to chuckle hearing your panicked explanation, putting your application back on the table before leaning forward at his desk, resting his chin in his hands. 

“I understand where you’re coming from, there’s a reason why I’m back here and I’m not back there.” He laughed, trying to get you relaxed a bit. “Don’t worry too much, I’m not really looking for experience, here. We need all the help we can get, and you’re the first hostess applicant in months. I trust Charlie’s judgement, and you showing up so quickly this afternoon shows that you’re reliable and dependable. Say, do you want the job?” He asks, a glimmer of hope in his eye as your breath got caught in the back of your throat. You weren’t expecting this to become so easy, your hands were clammy with stress sweat over nothing. 

“Oh my god, of course! You don’t know how badly I needed this!” You said, a smile spilling onto your face, as Tucker became more relaxed in his chair. 

“Yes, thank God! So, when are you able to start?” He asked, moving your application to the side of his desk, pulling out a few more forms he would need you to fill out before your first day. 

“When do you think you would need me?”

“Is there a chance you could start today? Ted’s the best employee we’ve got, he could train you this afternoon. It’s not one of our busy days, either, so it’s ideal for you to start with a less stressful day.” Tucker explained, pushing a few papers and a pen your way, as your jaw dropped. Getting hired on the spot AND starting the same day? It was your luck. 

“Absolutely. Is this okay to wear, or do we have a uniform we need to follow?” 

“What you’ve got on is absolutely perfect for today, I’ll give you a more official uniform once it arrives later this week. Welcome aboard to Chuckle Diner, (Y/N).” Tucker said, sighing once again with relief as he reached his hand over the desk once more, shaking your hand to seal the deal. Once you had the few forms on the desk completed and signed, Tucker took you to the break room and showed you were you could put down your purse and other belongings. Inside sat both Schlatt and Ted, discussing God knows what over plastic cups of water. 

“What the hell are both of you doing in here? You’re the only two scheduled for today, and we’ve got people seated in the dining room! Are you crazy?” Tucker raised his voice, gesturing at the two, who clearly did not give two shits about what he was saying.

“Relax, boss, it’s died down out there, we’ve got two tables plus Charlie at the bar. All the food is served, and they’re enjoying. Chill a little, would you?” Schlatt says, leaning back in his chair as Ted nodded his head in agreement, “What’s that little thing doing in here with you, huh?” 

“Boys, this is (Y/N), she’s our new hostess, and she’s starting today. Ted, I expect you to train her to your best ability. Schlatt, no funny business, your job’s already on the line.” Tucker cut eyes at the two, muttering something about ‘only 5 more minutes in the breakroom, then back on the floor’ before walking out. You found a slot to store your purse and phone, turning around to see Ted and Schlatt eyeing you like you were a piece of meat. 

“Knew you were going to get the job, welcome to the Chucklers team, (Y/N)!” Ted said, standing to wrap an arm around your shoulder, bringing you into an awkward side hug, as Schlatt continued to stare.

“Yeah, welcome to the team, toots. Gotta love having some fresh meat in this place, it’s about damn time.” Schlatt growled, taking a toothpick from a container on the table, placing it between his teeth before walking past you and out the door, staring you in the eyes as he made his way into the back. Chills were sent down your spine, and you were caught in a haze as Ted guided you to the hostess stand and began to explain things. You were barely listening to him, feeling Schlatt’s burning eyes watching your every move from the kitchen window as you tried your hardest to focus. You knew you most certainly belonged here, and that this was going to be one hell of a ride. 

I've had the first chapter of my Chuckle Diner AU sitting in my google docs for what feels like forever, haha! Finally decided to sit down and finish/edit it in order to post it, and see if the want for Executive Chef!Schlatt x Hostess!Reader was still a want and need by the chuckler community :) I hope you all enjoyed!

[3cremepie3]

Airhead part 2

Leona x female reader 18+ smut

Sypnopsis - You really need your grades up and this time you ask the lazy genius Leona to help you.

Warnings - degradation, words like sl3t and whore, spit, hair pulling, orgasm denial

A/n - I forgot about this serious 🌚. I’m so sorry I pledge to finish it. Read part 1 here

“I know you were smart enough to get that fancy internship. Come on wake up.” You stood in front of Leona’s foot of the bed. It was huge a Californian king all for him but still he was sprawled in a corner napping.

He just groaned as you called out to him. It took you a lot to sneak to his quarters many of the beast-men on their tails when they saw you. You made an array of lies to get to his room, like you were hired to clean up his room or do his laundry.

But your efforts seemed to be worth nothing as Leona barely moved. “Well I’m not leaving until you help me. I’ll stay in this spot all day," you insisted! You planted yourself on your butt next to his bed. He snored away not caring about your intrusion.

You were getting sleepy yourself since you stayed up all night sewing a mini dress for yourself. You were wearing it now playing with the lace ruffles as Leona’s tail that was swaying softly hit your face. You grabbed it out of curiosity and watched as he stirred in his sleep a little bit.

It was then when you got a devious idea. One he would surely slap you for. You grabbed his tail again but this time you yanked it roughly. Leona roared as his tail slapped in the face. He woke up his body still groggy from sleep.

“What the fuck do you want?” You know what I want it's for you to help me study,” you said. “So, you came to my room dressed in this slutty outfit and poked a sleeping lion to study,” he asked.

“This outfit isn't slutty I made it myself it’s just a bit revealing,” you argue. “Yeah right I bet you can’t bend down without me seeing your panties,” he challenges. You knew what you were doing when you attempted to touch your toes. You even did a little shake as your dress lifted off your ass.

He could see your pussy print through your plain hipsters which made him lick your lips. You got back up slowly letting the effect take place. “Hmm maybe you are right,” you admitted. “It’s a bit shorter than expected,” you said. “It’s still not covering your ass.” Leona said pulling down the fabric as always, he overestimated his strength and the whole top of your dress came down to compensate for your short bottoms.

You scoffed your chest being revealed to Leona he gasped before smirking. “Dumbass!” You squealed covering your boobs with your hands. “Haha sorry,” he laughed. You blushed as he fell back onto his bed.

“God you’re so ditsy Y/n. Did you even pass the second grade,” he asked. “You literally stayed back last year I don’t want to hear anything,” you seethed. “Baby girl that was by choice I don’t want to go back home.”

“Especially when there’s plenty of fine shits like you around.” He grabbed your wrist pulling you beside him. “Looking at those pretty tits just got me hard. How about I give you all the textbooks answers and we have a little fun,” he proposed.

You shook your head instantly. “That sounds like a great deal to me baby,” you giggled. You hopped into bed with him. Your dress was soon lifted over your head leaving you in nothing but your panties and bra. "Come on put on a little show for me," he insisted.

You turned around and arched up slowly pulling your panties down your soft things. Leona groaned seeing your slit and ass on full display. His rough hands kneaded your ass like dough. You twerked back into his hold. "That right my dirty girl work for those answers." He slapped your ass and watched it giggle.

You crawled slowly to him swinging your ass in either direction as you held your arch. You stopped right in-between his legs. Your hands traced up your sides then to your back unclasping your bra. He licked his lips seeing how the fell once they dropped. You giggled as his hands met your waist.

"Wanna use your tits lay back," he directed. You lay back on his many pillows sinking down into his mattress. He knelt either legs near your head. He pulled down the boxers he was previously sleeping in and revealed his cock. It was a bit like the other beast-men you had delt with only this time much bigger.

He pulled out some oil from his nightstand and spilled it all over your tits and torso. You moaned as the liquid was massaged all over you. You were so shiny you could be mistaken as reflective. His hands gripped your slippery mounds bringing them to engulf is cock in their natural warmness.

You felt like a hot pack as he used you. Your hands stayed at his side as he moved your body. "Every inch of your body must be fuckable because damn this feels good," he grunted. You just watched him silently as his head rolled backwards.

"Way better than a fucking fleshlight." He pinched your nipples sending waves down to your pussy. And even though you hated Leona and were just using him you couldn't help but admit he was incredibly sexy. The way his brows creased as he thrusted upwards had you humping on nothing.

Your hands couldn't help but find themselves in your heat. You felt his precum drip over your nipple as he rubbed his tip over it. You eyed the knot at the bottom of his dick and wished it was in you. You could smell the musky smell of his dick the further up he moved.

You couldn't resist your spit dribbling down on his tip. Once you saw how that made his ears twitch you bent your head down and let your tongue drag across it. He was getting double the stimulation now. "You're such a damn whore," he bit his lips trying to hold back.

He gripped your scalp harshly making your scalp tingle as your lips were invaded with his dick. He released inside a bit before pulling out and spilling out all over your oiled up tits. He pulled his briefs back up and crawled back into his original corner.

"You're not gonna make me cum," you ask appalled. "I got sleepy just be glad I'm giving you the answers." You rolled your eyes at his pettiness "Fine then where are the answers even at?" Check my schoolbag."

You went in his satchel to reveal only one of the textbooks you needed. "Leona I need four of these books you only have one." Well ill guess you'll have to beg me for answers another time," he smirked. "You're such an ass," you scoffed. "Not my fault your such an airhead he chuckled.

[brittle-doughie]

Part three HERE WE GO-

TW: love

As the weeks pasted by the trust between Black Pearl and Y/N’s crew strengthened. Tho not by much. Despite that, most of the crew started to notice something about Black Pearl. If she was talking with one of the doctors or cooks off duty, they’d sometimes talk about Whitebeard Y/N even if they aren’t related to the topic. This led to the doctors taking notes of her with or without Y/N around. What they found was odd to say the least.

Black Pearl acted strangely towards Y/N. Always talking with them, laughing at their jokes, sometimes she’d just listen to Whitebeard Y/N talk. But that’s what most of the crew saw. The doctors found notable changes in behavior… ones that concerned them a little.

Her tail would move side to side a little in their conversation, they’d look out for anything valuable in the lake or sea to give to Y/N. And most of all, her pupil would dilate if she was near Y/N. Even Whitebeard Y/N would note that sometime her voice sounded more gentle sometimes and their colors were more pinkish at times. The doctors tried to hide this information. 

One day, Whitebeard Y/N had finished came back to the lake where Black Pearl stayed at. Talking about how a fleet from the House Oyster tried to take control of the Duskgloom sea and lost. Black Pearl just listened to Y/N talk while making a few comments. But it soon came to an abrupt end when that feeling came back, feeling it her heart expanded ten fold while trying to burst out of her chest. This caused a great physical but mostly mental pain inside Black Pearl, who escaped to the deepest part of the lake. 

Y/N didn’t know what was happening at first, they tried to first jump into the lake to see what was happening before their crew stopped them. Y/N theorized that maybe their trust was broken somehow. Which only made things worse(for Y/N). Hours later the medical team takes to Y/N about the things they noted. Theorizing that maybe Black Pearl had fallen in love with Y/N. Possibly because they are the closest with Black Pearl… or because of his heritage.

Days pass and Black Pearl continues to hide within the lake. Y/N falling into a shallow depression, feeling slight guilt consume him over their trust believing to be broken. They didn’t know what has happened to Black Pearl. But they’ll wait by the lake to hopefully get another chance to talk to her. One last time…

In the deepest part of the lake, the gem mermaid slowly changed. endless hatred and boundless kindness reaching a perfect equilibrium. A perfect balance. And in that eclipse of the two forces, came a nihilistic love. The rebirth of old and new.

On one night, one where a new moon was present. Whitebread Y/N laid on the grass as they looked at the starry sky. Ignoring the fact that something big was moving in the water until it emerged from the water. A darken shadow towered over Y/N. Who felt a great sense of fear yet relief as the looked at the figure. In a twist of fate, their plea for one last talk was answered. But not who they’d thought it would be. As in the darkness of night, a grey pearl shined as bright as a full moon. As Grey Pearl Cookie stood there. Eyes of both Kindness and Hatred stared down at the person who had reignited her old love.

Authors noted and extra info:

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

I spent a long time figuring out what Grey Pearl would look like. I eventually went for an old 1800s royalty dress like outfit. And also a few things taken from other cookies and costumes as references.

I kinda wanted to expand on the fact Black Pearl eventually found a lover again. I tried my best. To be honest I think I overcooked this and some arts don’t match what I wanted to convey. Either way I’m at least happy it went out fine.

Also, about the name “Grey Pearl.” Yeah I got kinda lazy and just decided to just make a persona that combines both Black and White Pearl. I might continue this? But perhaps to expand on the concept of Grey Pearl.

Perhaps Black Pearl could learn to love again, hopefully with no pearls switching hands this time.

[f4ggydog]

I need more big dick Lottie thoughts 🤤Ovulation week is kicking my butt and I need to be put down by a big brown eyes girl with a big dick

I GOT YOU ANONNNNN

lottie’s hard on has been bugging her all day. her eyes flicker over to you reading on the couch in her mansion. in some way, she admires how dedicated you are to finishing this book. but on another hand, she’d prefer you getting fucked bareback or sitting on her lap, bouncing on lottie’s thick cock. lottie tries to temporarily relieve her hard-on by cupping her bulge through her jeans, gently massaging it and lightly groaning.

you place your book down after some time and focus your attention on lottie, who got caught fondling herself through her clothes when she thought you were too distracted. god, she couldn’t go one moment without thinking about dicking you down. it was a routine for her. lottie getting her way with you was like her food and water that she couldn’t go without.

“lottie…”

“i know what you’re gonna say,” lottie sighs. “i-it’s not my fault if you’re so attractive. fuck, i’m sorry. i just…i want you so bad.”

“you’re not sorry, lottie.” you crawl over to her, placing your hand on her knee and caressing it.

“yeah maybe the fuck i’m not.”

before you can even react in time, lottie’s immediately got you pinned down with one of your hands holding yours together. her other hand is working on the button to your pants, eager to strip you down to your most bare form.

“so fucking pretty,” lottie groans, pushing your pants down and admiring the wet spot in your underwear. “do you know what you fucking do to me? do you have any idea what you make me feel? do you even realize?”

sure, you realized a little bit. but other times, you just assumed lottie was an obsessive horndog. even so, you weren’t against her being so lustful towards your every little movement or feature on your face or body. it was beyond flattering.

“is this for me?” lottie asks, kissing your wet spot and slowly slipping your panties off. “hm, baby? did i excite you even while reading your dumb book?”

“hard not to notice when you’re such a perv lottie,” you chuckle.

“oh, I’ll show you what a perv looks like baby.”

lottie takes a second to admire your glistening pussy, shining with your wetness, while she undresses. soon, lottie’s down to nothing besides her t shirt and her cock springs free from its confinements.

she presses her cock head to the damp folds of your pussy, sliding the tip up and down as a tease. you whine in response, desperate for her to just slide inside and knock you up. but lottie likes the fun of having you wait, having you beg for her huge cock.

“p-please lottie,” you whimper. “please, please. need it so bad. need you so bad.”

“how badly?”

“really bad. so bad. please just fuck me already. just make me feel good. i need you baby. need you more than anything.”

“god, you’re so fucking sexy when you beg. jesus fucking christ.”

lottie grunts, unable to contain herself any longer. she slides almost her entire length into your quivering hole, instantly setting a fast pace as her cock thrusts in and out of that wet goodness. her hands grip onto your hips, holding you down firmly as you moan from the sensations.

your hips softly buck in time to meet her thrusts, but lottie holds you down harder. she’s not interested in having you put in extra work. she just wants to dominate, wants to be the one in control. she doesn’t need you to put in any unnecessary effort. just lay back and take it.

“l-lottie i…”

“don’t tell me you’re gonna cum already, baby. i’ve only just started using my cock. you cum when i say so.”

“lottie,” you groan. “please just go harder. please, i just need to feel you.”

even though she promises not to have you cum so early, she’s got no problem increasing her pace. her cock slaps harshly against the inside of your pussy, her balls hitting your ass with great fervency. lottie needs you to forget all about your book. she wants to continue having you writhe and squirm under her, completely wrapped up in pleasure and heavenly feelings. lottie starts rubbing your clit as well, challenging you to be brought closer to the edge without cumming. but you’re not sure how much longer you can hold back without exploding on her cock. after all, the way lottie’s deep brown eyes look into yours that roll back and shut with ecstasy makes you want to let go right on the spot. oh you weren’t gonna be let off easy, were you?

[checkereddreams]

Back on my nonsense…a little preview of what I’m doing in the background.

[coochellati]

Carnal Inhibitions

18+ ONLY

Pairing: Bruno Bucciarati x gender-neutral reader

Summary: Bruno takes on a submissive role, granting you total control over him.

Genre: Kinky-ass Smut

Content: Inappropriate use of stands, Bruno Bucciarati is a messy sub, overstimulating, edging, aftercare.

Word Count: 1,042

{Read on AO3!}

Drenched in sweat, the imperturbable underboss of Passione trembles under your touch, gasping as if he were fighting for his life. Eyes scrunched shut beneath furrowed brows, he reflexively attempts to cover his gaping mouth with his hand, but it's no use--the rope binding his wrist prevents him from reaching that far. His meticulously styled bangs now cling to his forehead in soaked clumps, the flashy gold clips holding his braid in place gradually sliding out of his hair.

Bruno Bucciarati is a fucking mess.

"Cazzo, m-merda--" he stammers, shooting you a frantic stare before throwing his head backward, letting out a filthy, guttural moan as his body abruptly jolts forward. "Please just let me--"

A frustrated groan escapes him as you suddenly release him and his stand from your grasp. He scrunches his eyes once more as he struggles against the ropes tethering him to his bed, but quickly resigns himself to his fate—he isn't going anywhere. He shoots you a distressed stare.

"I can't--I don't--I don't know how much more of this I can--" he desperately stutters, choking on his breath.

"What, can't handle a bit of pleasure?" you tease, a smirk plastered across your face.

"A bit of pleasure?" His voice shakes. "That's what you call it? This is torture! Ah--!" Bruno lets out a distraught whine as you begin caressing him with your thumbs, one for each tip. He's hot to the touch, cock flushed a deep shade of red.

"Oh, come on--you're a mafioso, you can handle it. Besides, I know you're enjoying this. If you weren't, you would have unsummoned Sticky Fingers by now," you smugly retort. He sharply inhales through gritted teeth as you resume your movements on him and his stand. 

"Too much, this is too much—" he whines, as the phantom sensations and tangible pleasure mix together, creating an unbearable amount of stimulation. You anticipate him to follow up with the safe word the two of you had chosen, but he doesn't, validating your previous claim.

Heartbeat pounding in his face, Bruno tenses, once again approaching climax. "Please--p-please let me cum," he begs, voice strained with hysteria. You can tell he's close--with an evil smile, you abruptly stop all movements, swiftly withdrawing your hands from him.

'Ah--Cazzo!' he cries out, releasing a prolonged, pained groan. With wide eyes, he stares at the ceiling, his lip trembling. He shuts his eyes, and the floodgates open—tears stream down his face, his thick, dark eyelashes clumping together. Each breath he takes is shaky, accompanied by soft sniffles. "I—I can't," he manages between gasps for air, his voice barely audible. "P-please, I can't..." The rest of his words dissolve into unintelligible jibberish.

You chuckle lowly, wiping away his tears. "I don't think I've ever seen you cry like this." Drawing your face close to his, you gently brush back his sodden bangs as he continues to weep. Finally, you give him a tender kiss on the forehead. "Alright—you've been good. I'll let you come." 

"T-thank you," Bruno chokes out, gulping as you continue massaging him and his stand with slow, deliberate strokes. With his mouth hanging agape, he emits a constrained gasp, his face intensely contorted in agonizing pleasure. His heart feels as if it's about to give out; a string of Italian expletives disjointedly spills from his mouth as he forcefully presses the back of his head into the mattress, body stiffening. 

"I'm going to--" his words are abruptly cut off by a sharp gasp, eyes widening as he tumbles over the threshold, vision fading to black as ecstasy engulfs his body. A loud, shameless groan fills the room, and his consciousness explodes into a flaming blast, body violently jerking as his senses become consumed by intense, rippling shockwaves. Pulsing in your hand, he releases, spilling out onto himself and the bedsheets surrounding him. 

With one final moan, he crumbles apart, his body going limp. Still in shock, he pants heavily, eyes quickly darting around the room in an attempt to make sense of his surroundings.

"Merda," he chuckles, still out of breath. A smile forms on his face. "That was intense."

"And you handled it so well," you warmly praise and begin stroking his hair, unfazed by its warm dampness. He lets out a content sigh as he sinks into the bed, body melting at your touch. The two of you sit still for a few seconds, savoring the moment before you reach for the baby wipes you had set on the nightstand in preparation for the events that had just occurred. "Here, let me clean you." He watches as you wipe away the mess on his torso, your touch delicate. 

Once finished, you cradle his jawline, eliciting a soft smile from Bruno. His deep, half-lidded eyes lock onto yours as you lean in close, noses touching. "I love you, Bruno."

"I love you, too," he whispers gently, releasing a singular, happy chuckle before pressing his warm lips against yours. A blissful haze descends, clouding your senses as the faint light from the flickering candle on the nightstand casts elongated shadows of both of you on the wall opposite. Everything around you is still, quiet, and calm.

Gently pulling away, Bruno lightly tugs at the ropes. "Care to untie me?"

"Oh—right, of course," you say, slightly flustered. He patiently waits as you release each limb.

Finally free, he sits up and rolls his wrists around, closing his eyes as he lets out a long exhale of relief. With one hand, he pushes back his hair and turns his head towards you, silently mouthing, "Thank you." You nod in acknowledgment and flop onto the bed, resting on your back.

"Oh, fuck," you mutter, realizing you hadn't checked where you decided to lie down. "We're going to have to wash the bedding."

He smiles in amusement, leaning over you. "Yeah, but not yet."

"Huh? Aren't we going to sleep somewhat soon...?--OH!" Surprise flashes across your face as Bruno suddenly pins you down. The sound of a zipper tickles your ears as you become securely fastened to the bed.

With a smirk on his face, he looks down at you. "What? You think you're off the hook?" He chuckles softly, shaking his head. His eyes narrow. "Your turn."

[antihcroes]

okay some fc suggestion questions, does anyone have any fcs that are blonde & have the vibes of s.tar butterfly from s.tar vs the forces of evil - someone who’d fit well for her (but i’m not writing star, i’m writing an oc semi based off her & her personality & such)

and i also am looking for fc suggestions for rapunzel. preferably someone who fits a younger aged version of her & such. like post-movie, the series, age. if you know i’ve previously used candice king for her but … i want to get more into writing punz at a younger age & like her ‘main’ age as i was mostly writing her older/descendants age before. & even if candice did play a teen for like 8 years … girly is 36 & yeah -

so yeah any fc suggestions for these two would be much appreciated!!!