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[withsunlight]

emilia had been hopeful about what had looked like an abandoned campsite just off the footpath the two of them had been navigating to keep out of the sun for the afternoon -- a firepit that hadn't seen a flame in a good amount of time, what had looked like a hasty exit for the previous inhabitant should have meant their loss would be hers and rien's gain ---------- that was of course until the owner came back, less than friendly - like and not feeling at all hospitable to the pair of them. ( weapons on both sides made it abundantly clear that there wasn't going to be an opportunity for reconsidering, and emilia had been quick explaining how they would be good as gone. rien on the other hand, felt the need to inform the owner they'd seen warmer personalities in piles of shit along the way. seemed like that was their cue to back away and keep moving. ) but not before emilia couldn't help but snort.

@chaos--mode / rien ; ❝ hopefully that's not offensive in human culture.❞

it's said with an expression that's anything but neutral, despite their best attempts ( though emmy isn't all that sure about how much effort's actually gone into hiding the grin that's spread across their face in the meantime. )

"oh i'm not offended," the way she's laughing through her reassurance surely must add at least one other layer to it; the sound that bubbles up from her chest a mix between genuine amusement and what's just been said still taking it's time sinking in fully for her. ( but really, she's not going to try and think about it all that much ---- why waste a rare chance to laugh when she's far more used to aches and pain coming from less entertaining sources. ) "between growing up in north london and then spending years in new york city? i've heard people called loads worse. i might even go and steal that one," though maybe not as creative as rien's gone and come up with seemingly on the fly. "but i've got so many questions..."

[the-fiction-witch]

Bracken Bunny P3

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Davos Blackwood Couple - Davos X Reader Reader - (OC) Lady Y/n Bracken Rating - 18 + nudity / non con / eating out / orgasm / forced orgasm Word Count - 1178

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I did my best to find a way to escape but found myself unable to even get out of the chains. But still, I tried no matter how much I failed, and after a good while the door opened and Davos returned. Immediately I tried to weasel my way out of the chains but he just smirked and came over grabbing my hip hard and digging his nails into my tender flesh,

"Miss me my little bracken bunny," he asked with a coy smile,

"No." I spat,

"Awww come now, I know you did," he smirked "I sent the raven, with a nice long list of... prices," he smirked,

"Prices?"

"For bits of you. I'm sure we'll go back and forth a few times to find out how much they are willing to pay, and just which bits they value most." He smirked, "I have a feeling..." He whispered, "You're cunt is going to be a hot bit of debate," He growled biting my ear lobe and slapping my ass,

"You're a bastard!" "You wish I was," he chuckled, "No, true born. And Heir to Raventree Hall... So, that makes me your lord."

"It makes you a fuck-" I began but he clamped a hand over my mouth,

"Quiet now," he demanded, he unlocked my chains and grabbed me by the neck forcing me down onto the bed on my back, meeting his smirking face, "...You know little bracken bunny, I've been sucking on my fingers since I left you," he growled taking my hands and pinning them to the sheets restaining them above my head with the chains, "you just taste so good. I think... I'm getting hungry," he purred taking my ankles in his hands and forcing my legs open as far as they could go so much it was painful, I squealed but he had no care for me, my pain or my dignity... or what little remained of it. "and I want to feast." He demanded licking his lips,

"Don't. You. Dare." I grit my teeth,

"I love how you still think you have a choice," He laughed down at me,

Davos wasted no time thereafter forcing my ankles over his shoulders, I tried to scream, squeal and squirm but that only amused him and made his sick smile grow, he dug his nails hard into my thighs flesh keeping them as wide as physically possible.

He first pressed tender kisses to my lower stomach and my mound, kissing slowly and delicately, he made a point to lick slowly over both lips before moving to kiss down my thighs nibbling on the skin as with each kiss he got more intense and violent, he reached my knee so swapped to the other leg and began the kisses down closer and closer to me with each harsh and erratic so much so when he reached my lips once more he bit my thigh hard enough to make me scream out, but still the offered me no mercy.

He rubbed his nose between my folds before he flicked out his tongue between them moving his flat tongue in a long and purposeful stroke from clit to core which caused him to salivate,

I whined and squirmed trying to escape his grip but he held me far too tight,

"Such a squirmy little bunny," he chuckled, "Why? You know what I'm going to do to you, you know I'll make you feel good."

"Let me go!" I screamed,

"Ohh I'll let you go, when your family pays for you. And not until." He growled swirling the taste around his tongue as he used his thumbs on my lips to force them as far as they'd go,

I felt so exposed, so utterly at his mercy, all I could do was scream and try to fight against his grip and try desperately not to let my body react the way it wanted to as he mercilessly began to lap at my clit, I screamed and begged for mercy but I was ignored,

"Davos Please!"

"Ah ah ah." He growled, "Properly my little bracken bunny."

"Lord Blackwood Please! Have mercy!" I begged,

He chuckled sealing his lips around my clit and sucking hard often swirling his tounge in circles as he works,

I screamed and whined, writhing against the restraints unable to control my body,

"Awww look at this, so wet." He growled, "Glistening," he growled licking my wetness from my folds, "A positively dripping cunt my little bracken bunny," He teased

"Fuck-" I gasped, "My - My lord-"

"Awww you're adorable," he growled as he slipped his tongue down and inside me,

"AHhhhhhh!" I screamed,

He smirked and fucked me with his tongue fast and hard with rapid thrusts,

"Please! Please no more Davos!"

"Humm alright, but I still wanna watch you cum," he growled returning to kissing and licking my clit with fluttering licks and gentle sucks,

I was already beyond overstimulation from earlier but he wouldn't take no for an answer, "Moan my name. When you cum..." He whispered against my core,

"...yes my lord,"

"No... My name." he growlers as he makes eye contact,

I nodded already feeling my orgasm building once more, the throbbing too hard to ignore as he worked on my swollen clit, his hand coming from my thigh to push his fingers knuckle deep inside me only making me scream even louder, throwing my head back, tears slipping from my eyes, and my body squirming trying to release this pleasure somehow as the pleasure builds, My fingers grip desperately to the sheets of the bed, my screams and moans somehow becoming the same, my hips buck up towards his lips which only makes him smirk more and nibble against my skin as he sucks,

he savoured my reactions and only moved his fingers at a faster pace making sure to keep his sucks and his thrusts at the same pace,

I felt my body tremble and quiver unable to hold back my body from squirting as I balanced on the very edge of thrill, until it suddenly hit, one thrust of his fingers timed with a suck on my clit and that was it my whole body flooded with pleasure, I squirted and squeezed around his fingers, my whole body trembling and shaking as the shockwaves rush though my vision slightly blurring,

"DAVOS!" I screamed,

His eyes met mine as he gradually slowed to let me ride it out, my body convulsing and jumping with the aftershocks but he made sure to milk every last second for me until my body went limp and I gasped desperately, "Perfect my little bracken bunny," he smiled licking his chin where my squirt dripped down his face, "...Too perfect," He growled,

I gasped a little confused barely any energy left as I looked at him,

He smirked and kneeled on the bed with his head high as he unlaced his britches and pulled out his long stiff cock already quivering and dripping with precum. "Look what you've done to me little bunny," He gasped, "You were far too perfect for me... now your lord needs attending too," He growled, "So... Come here little bunny." 

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[lady-of-tearshed]

Precious times

Summary: You had never met Azriel's mother. You never dared to ask to come with him when he's visiting her. You discretly test the waters of this subject with him.

Words count: 1.7k

Warnings: slight angst, talking of Parkinson disease, mention of slight injuries

A/N: At your demand... here you go :)💕 I felt like being productive today, so a Azriel fic out, AND I'm going to go feed your deers @thehighladywrites 🤣

The raw weather of Velaris winters engulfed your house briefly when your mate walked into your home. He took off his flying leathers in peaceful silence, as usual. The usual thud of his boots as he puts them down on the carpet announcing the end of his arrival routine. You smile as he gently wraps his arms around your hips, his chest pressed tightly onto your back as you are cooking dinner. He hummed and kissed your jaw softly, his cold lips brushing against your skin making you shiver. He giggles “I missed you today.”

“You always do, handsome.” You smile and slightly turn your head to him so you can kiss him. He kisses you back quickly before slightly pulling back as a smell hits his nose. He doesn’t say a word as you keep stirring the soup boiling in the cauldron and his eyes scan the kitchen. He spots a familiar book spread open on the countertop beside you. “Where did you find this..?” He whispers and frowns his eyes at you.

One thing you knew about the spymaster is that he hated when you were snooping around his stuff. Not that he had things to hide from you, simply there were things he wasn’t ready yet to talk about. “Oh, found this when I placed your folded laundry into your drawer. I thought a recipe from your mother’s cooking book would make you happy.” 

He tenses slightly, then rests his head on your shoulder. “It does, love. It does… Thank you.”

The both of you stay in silence as you keep following the recipe written in his mother’s handwriting. You had never met her since you and Azriel got together. You knew he visited her every year around Solstice, and on special occasions, but he had never offered you to join him. And you knew better than to push him into something. It would only make him shut up like an oyster. 

“Are you going to visit her at Rosehall soon? Solstice is coming.” You start off carefully. He simply nods, his nose snuggled in the curve of your neck.

“I’ve never met her before.” You simply state, testing the waters. He hesitates for a while, then speaks up. “Do you wish to?” 

You spin around and narrow your eyes “Why wouldn’t I? She’s your mother. The one that raised you to the man you are today.”  You smile softly and turn off the oven. You caress his cheek, feeling that there was something more he wasn’t telling you about this topic. 

He bites his tongue, and sighs, trying to release some tension from his knotted stomach. 

“It’s… a bit complicated. She has a disease. neuro-degenerative disease. Parkinson.” He states and places his hand on the one caressing his cheek.

You had never seen him on the verge of tears as he is now. “She can barely talk now, I don’t think you would like to meet her like that-” “Azriel… I just want to meet her and thank her, for you. She seems like such an amazing person…” “She looks just like you.” He admits, his voice shaky. He forces a smile and kisses your lips tenderly. He then whispers against your lips.  “Next week. I’ll bring you with me next week, so we can celebrate Solstice all together.” 

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You had spent all week wandering around Velaris marketplace with Feyre, digging for the best gift for Azriel’s mother. You had settled your choice on a photo of you and Azriel on the day of your mating ceremony placed in a sculpted silver frame. You had bought her a set of blue sapphire earrings, matching Azriel’s siphons. You were anxiously looking down at the gift in your hands as your lover walked into your shared bedroom. “Love… I don’t want to put pressure on you…” “No, I want to go, Az, really. I just… I want to make a good impression on her.” I want to be good enough for you… 

He lifts your chin up between his fingers and brushes a strand of hair behind your pointed ear. “You don’t have to prove anything. Be yourself, you are perfect in every way, love. I love you. And… she already loves you…” He mutters, red painting his cheeks. 

“You talked about me?” You give him a teasing grin. He grabs you by the hips and leads you towards the balcony, ready for take-off. “A little. Ready?” He says before taking off abruptly, making you shriek and giggle as he holds you close to his chest, his body warm enough to block out the cold winter wind.

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Rosehall was a lot smaller than what you imagined. A little cottage covered in vines and thorns. It must be an even more beautiful place in hot summer weather, when the roses are blooming on the residence walls and archway. 

When he walks inside the house, Azriel is immediately alerted by the nurses's voices coming from his mother's room. He quickly lets go of your hand but before he goes inside the room, a maid stops him gently. 

“What is it?! What’s wrong with her?!” He suddenly hears a slight groan of pain coming from behind the door the maid was preventing him from passing. “Stop it. You’re hurting her.” He snarls, his siphons glimmering and shadows covering his feet, ready to burst. 

“No, they’re healing her, Azriel.” The old maid, probably familiar with Azriel's protective nature over his mother at this point. You walk slowly towards your mate and place a comforting hand on his tensed shoulder. The nurse takes a softer tone when she notices the anger slightly vanishing from his hazel eyes with only your touch. “Her health is slowly deteriorating. She’s having to develop end-stage symptoms. Her coordination isn’t the best anymore, she’s having a lot of muscle rigidity and even her voice has started to change… We tried to write you a letter, Sir.” 

Azriel’s jaw clenches, and his fingers slightly twitch at the maid's words. An overflowing feeling of shame and self-loathing runs through the bond, making you feel it as if it were your own. Azriel had been busier than ever the past month, and there were piles of unread letters on his desks. The missive from Rosehall about his mother’s health had probably gotten lost in the piles of work on his desk. You squeeze your boyfriend’s hand, it wasn't his fault. 

Before you can tell him comforting words, the nurses come out of the room and smile politely at Azriel “Is she okay?” He asks. “She’s comfortable now. She has a light bruise on her hip, but nothing alarming.” The nurses smile and leave with Azriel's nod of dismissal, the maid moving to let him in.

The sight of the woman lying in bed almost struck you in place, if it wasn't for your mate’s hand pulling you inside. She was exactly like him. The same long eyelashes fluttering in front of the most beautiful shade of hazel eyes you had ever seen, except Azriel’s, those high cheekbones, that sharp jawline, and this smooth tan skin. It was literally how you had imagined her. Her son was definitely the exact perfect portrait of his mother. 

Azriel’s mother's eyes seem to light up, chasing those heavy clouds of tiredness from them, when she sees you moving from behind him. “Eve.” She tries to smile at you, barely able to do so, the muscles from her face tightly and painfully tensed up. 

Azriel sits beside his mother on the bed and kisses her cheek. He pulls you down on the end of the ridiculously large bed and squeezes your hand lightly. 

“Mother, this is Eve.” “The Eve.” She cuts him off, her voice strangely monotone, due to her sickness. Azriel chuckles, “Yes, mother. The Eve… And Eve, this is my mother, Ymir.”

Your heart swells with happiness when you realize how much your boyfriend must be talking about you if his mother considers you as ‘The Eve’. The three of you take the rest of the night easy, exchanging gifts and talking about mostly everything. It’s mostly you and Azriel doing the talking, as Ymir wasn’t feeling all too well. But you didn’t mind at all.

As it was getting quite late, and Ymir was starting to get tired after today’s events, she asked Azriel to tuck her in and play her a song on the big piano placed in the center of the room. A small smile lingers on your lips as you stand next to your mate on the piano seat. His fingers dance on the tiles as he plays a relaxing and comforting song, a song he had probably played thousands of times before, considering the fluidity and accuracy of his notes. As the song finishes he stands up and goes to kiss her forehead, his mother already deeply asleep. 

The both of you quietly make your way out of the house, and you feel the shields your mate had put up, without you even noticing, crumbling down when the front door closes. Tears start falling down his face, just like the snow from the night sky. You hug him tightly into your arms as he silently cries into your neck, his shoulders quivering with each sob. You can’t help but wonder how many times he had to deal with it on his own, how many times he broke down alone without anyone to hold him tight. You want him to know that you’re here, that you’ll always be, and that everything he’s feeling is okay.

“You’re not alone. I’m here.” His sobs get slightly louder, his neck burying even deeper into the crook of your neck. He tries to get lost in your calming scent and to get a grip on his shaky breathing. You stroke his hair slowly, patiently waiting for him to deal with every feeling he’s dealing with right now. “That part is always the hardest… I’m sorry…” “Don’t be. It’s okay to be sad, it’s completely normal, Az.” 

You stay there for a while longer, before he flies the both of you back in your house. The both of you quietly get ready for bed, and put on the matching pair of socks his mother had lovingly knitted. He nuzzles into your neck and holds you close. It felt so good to have someone at his side… He regrets not bringing you with him sooner on his visits. 

“I love you…” He whispers, his voice barely audible. “I love you too, Az.” You answer back before falling asleep.

A/N: Azriel is a very complicated male to write about... there's not much we know about him, actually! Can't wait to see what Sarah J.Maas has planned for us in the next book, I hope we'll learn more about him. 💕😊

[commander-rahrah]

I'm excited to read it too! I'm glad you find it interesting! Don't worry about your post because long! Your thoughts are so interesting!

I agree that Astarion would have to come to terms with Reader/Tav's boundaries too since it works both ways! I definitely feel that Astarion would be too lost in drinking from the blood of a sentient creature to notice the signs.

He would feel ashamed when he's aware of their fear yet they still chose to offer despite that might made him feel like he manipulated them like Cazador did to him 😭

What his excuses are if they try to offer in the early days makes sense! He would be too ashamed & terrified to have such a vulnerable conversation with them yet 😞

He would feel safe enough to bring up their fear after he confessed about everything. He would make it clear to them he doesn't want them to suffer by making them do something they don't want to like he did especially after how much they have helped him & how important they are to him 😭

He would respect their decision if they said it's too much for them. He would support everyone's personal choices & autonomies even though the concept is still new to him 😤

He would need an explanation if they insist on feeding him regardless of their fear. They would explain that not only do they trust him, they love him more than they fear it 🥹

He would only accept if they establish some ground rules 👍 like he did when it comes to physical intimacy & sex which is healthy for both of them!

I know it's unrelated but thank you for adding this because you described me pretty well 🤣 I would definitely react to even the smallest of cuts so Astarion quickly but gently sucking it & giving a small kiss on it would be a fantastic distraction 😳

You're welcome! Thank YOU for entertaining me & sharing your thoughts! I'm glad you enjoy putting Astarion and Tav/Reader in all these different scenarios too 🤍

Here's my idea that I would love to hear your opinion! Just to let you know this is quite self-indulgent XD How would Astarion react to GN! Reader/Tav actually had suspicions that he's using them but still chose to believe that he's not. So when he confessed he manipulated them, they're even not angry at him.

They're sad for how much & how long he has suffered to be the way he is now, but they're also genuinely hurt that he did take advantage of their trust in him. They don't blame him but they admit it still hurts and wants some time alone to process it.

After leaving them be, they would go to him when they're ready to talk to him. They would tell him how grateful they are that he chose to come clean with them despite knowing how it would be easier for him to keep quiet for it, and thanked him for trusting them enough to be honest with them.

What do you think of it? I'm curious :3

Hi Anon! Sorry for the super late response, I let this one stew for a little while in my brain and the other night I had this dialogue idea and couldn’t resist writing a little scene about it tonight! I hope you enjoy ❤️

I envisioned this scene happens half way through his confession, and then imagined the rest of the conversation about intimacy and boundaries would happen afterwards! It’s about 1100 words, and canonical Astarion backstory warnings apply — trauma, dark thoughts, etc.

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“I just — I feel awful." Astarion’s throat worked silently, his eyes glancing down to his boots. "Look, I had a plan. A nice, simple plan — seduce you, sleep with you, manipulate your feelings so you’d never turn on me. It was easy — instinctive. Habits from two hundred years of charming people kicked in." He finally looked up at your face, studying intensely for your reaction. 

“I—oh,” You pulled your hand away from him as uncertainty flooded your features. He saw your eyes dart back and forth, but they weren’t studying him. No, you were lost in thought. “Oh.”

Astarion licked his lips, his hands ringing together in front of him nervously. “You have every right to be angry.”

“I’m not angry. I thought we… I don’t know what I thought.”

The rest of what he had planned to say vanished out of his mind. Instead it started to betray him, a cruel voice whispering about how he knew you would react like this. Did he really think it would go well?

His pink mouth hung open as he scrambled for what to say, trying to think of how to make this better. But he’d done enough already, hadn’t he?

You crossed your arms over your body, your cheeks flushing deeply. “I feel a bit like a fool. None of it was real, the whole time?”

“Not the whole time,” He confessed as soft, vulnerable moments with you flashed in his mind. The very moments that made him start to drop the act. “It hasn’t been as of late, but before… in the beginning, up until recently, yes.”

His red eyes followed your throat as it bobbed up and down before flicking back up to your face. Your eyebrows were furrowed, your mouth a sad pout.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.” Astarion whispered, not daring to move forward.

“I’m thinking… I need a moment.” You admitted, already looking behind you and away from him.

His heart sank, but he nodded. “I— okay. Of course.”

And then you were off, your head down as you stalked away from the edge of the beach and back to the warm glow of camp.

He stood there stunned for a moment, before turning around to stare at the dark, choppy waters in front of him. Hundreds of scenarios began to dance in his mind — what if you went back to the camp to tell the others? Would he be met by pointed blades and blazing spells? He imagined being kicked out, staked, cursed, roasted alive with fireballs. Hand delivered to Cazador as extra punishment for his sins. Anything his twisted broken mind could come up with played like a messed up vision.

Astarion didn’t even try to stop the repetitive dark thoughts. It was what he deserved.

Eventually, the vampire slinked back into the camp some time later — once the sky was inky black and the moon was the only light to illuminate the way back to his tent.

“Hi.”

The sound caused his ears and shoulders to perk up instantly. You were sat in the grass and dirt outside of his tent, your arms wrapped around your knees and pulled to your chest.

“Hi.” Gods, he sounded breathless. But he couldn’t see any weapons or angry barbarians or wizards nearby. That was a good sign, right?

“I wasn’t sure when you’d come back.”

He cocked a brow, “I figured you wouldn’t want to see me again.”

A sigh escaped your lips, “Astarion, don’t be dramatic. I asked for time to think — not for you to leave.”

He blinked at your sharp tone, but nodded his head in slight defeat. “You’re right. And you waited for me because—?”

You brushed off your clothes as you stood up to his height, “I would like to finish that conversation, if you’re ready.”

Well, there was no denying the inevitable.

He nodded his head solemnly, stepping forward to open the flap of his tent and inviting you in with a wave of his hand.

The privacy his tent offered was slight, but this late in the night he knew most of his companions would be fast asleep. Quickly lighting a lantern, he joined you on the fabric floor.

His half-dead heart was thundering, the thrumming sound echoing in his pointed ears that he almost missed your quiet voice.

“I understand.”

“What?” His brows furrowed, looking at you with confusion.

“The stories you’ve told me… your scars… I understand why you did it, why you felt the need to do it.” You explained, your voice and eyes tender as you looked at him in the low light. “But you manipulated me, Astarion. You took advantage of me, toyed with me and my emotions to get what you needed. That hurts.”

Astarion’s stomach twisted into a hard knot, “I know.”

“But you also didn’t need to tell me any of this. You could have kept pretending, kept up the charade until we faced Cazador… But you didn’t. Why?”

Now it felt like his stomach was crawling up his torso and into his throat. Gods, what was this feeling? Why did you do this to him. “That’s what I was trying to tell you before. I failed with my plan. It felt apart the moment I realized… that I had fallen for you.” He admitted, but his fluttering heart made more words stumble out of his mouth. “And I know you probably don’t believe me, why would you after everything I just told you. Trust me, nobody feels more stupid about it than I do.”

You cut off his rambling, “I don’t think it’s stupid. I think that’s probably the most honest you’ve been with me since I’ve met you,” You said earnestly. “It would have been a lot easier for you to keep on pretending, wouldn’t it? Pretend I’m just another mark, another means to an end to get through the day.”

“I don’t want easy… I don’t want to just get through the day. Not anymore.” Astarion whispered across the small tent, staring intently at you.

You cocked your head slightly in question, “And what do you want?”

“I want this, I want us — to be real. You deserve something real.”

“So do you, Astarion. You deserve something real.”

Your name escaped his lips as a choked sob as overwhelming wave of emotion settled over him. “I don’t even know what real looks like. How do I give that to you if I—?”

“Do you trust me?”

The vampire nodded through his tears, “Yes.”

“I trust you,” You said softly.

“After everything I’ve done?” He croaked, waving his hands dramatically, “You’d trust a monster—“

You grabbed onto his extended fingers gently, squeezing them. “Yes, even then.”

He looked down at your hands touching, before intertwining his pale fingers with yours carefully. “Maybe you are a fool.”

You let out a breathless laugh, the sound waking up something in him he’d long thought dead. “Maybe, I am. But you fell for me, so what does that make you?”

Astarion’s mouth twitched up until it matched your smile, “The luckiest vampire alive.”

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DAD WILLY okay I love the vids where babies are like shook when their dads shave off their beards so what about post season Will shaves his beard for the summer break and it’s the first time your lil nugget has seen him without one and he cries because like who tf is this strange man where is my dad…and Willy is so upset that your baby is scared of him but you’re cracking up because you love his beard too and go “he’s just as upset as I usually am when you shave” 🤣😉

Alright, so, I didn't really intend to post this today, but I just couldn't resist 🙈 I loved the idea for this scenario so so much, and I just had to create something out of it - even if it's a bit brief 😉

So, let's imagine it's set a few years earlier than this, with baby Eliot just over a year old during the off-season 🤗

[What can I say, I just love Willy with a good beard 🙈]

Dad!Willy x reader

Word count: 1.5K

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"He’s just as upset as I usually am when you shave"

"Hmm…" William mumbled to himself, running his hand over his beard while looking at his reflection in the mirror.

"Don't you dare," your voice came from behind him as you stood in the bathroom doorway, catching his attention.

"What do you mean?" your boyfriend chuckled lightly, as he contemplated what to do with his facial hair.

"Oh, you know exactly what I mean, babe... you know I don't like it when you shave it all off, which I know is what you're thinking of doing right now," you said firmly, raising an eyebrow and crossing your arms as you glanced at him, noticing the shaver on the counter.

"Well, it's my beard... I can do what I want with it," he countered with a mischievous grin, knowing he had some say in the matter. After all, it was his face and his choice. But you couldn't resist reminding him how much you preferred him with the beard, or at least some stubble.

"I know, Willy... it's just..." you said, offering a light smile. "You're just really hot with a beard – it gives you a rugged and manly look," you flirted your best.

"You mean I look like a tramp... or a monkey," he joked playfully, playing with the shaver.

"Well, maybe a little, but you're my monkey," you said with a sweet smile, walking towards him and wrapping your arms around his bare torso, resting your head on his shoulder after giving him a soft kiss.

"But babe, it's just too hot in the summer... And I prefer the clean look, you know," he explained with a gentle smile.

"I know, I know... just, please consider letting it grow back before the season starts," you pleaded, giving your best puppy-dog eyes.

"We'll see," he merely replied with a light chuckle. "But I am shaving my chest."

"Why though?" you asked.

"Because it's better for when I'm tanning," William chuckled.

"But I love your chest hair!" you whined playfully, adding a hint of mischief to your tone. "If I can't have your beard giving me love burns between my thighs, at least let me have something to grab onto on your chest," you winked teasingly, subtly hinting at potential sexual activities.

Causing William to burst into laughter, as he found your complaints about him shaving both his beard and chest every summer incredibly sweet and endearing. But nothing seemed to change his mind. Well, perhaps you had one little trick up your sleeve.

As he took hold of the shaver, you gazed intently at him through the mirror.

"Alright, but I'm warning you, if you keep shaving it off all summer, I won't shave my fanny for you…" you teased, testing the waters knowing how much he preferred your down stairs area to be neat and clean.

"You wouldn't!" he exclaimed.

"Oh, I would!"

"No, you wouldn't, babe," William chuckled. "We both know you won't be able to let it grow without getting irritated... especially not during summer when you'll be wearing a bikini."

And you knew he was right.

But before you could counter with a witty remark, cries suddenly emerged from the kitchen.

"You win this round, Nylander," you chuckled lightly, before heading back to the kitchen to comfort your little son, who seemed to indicate that you'd spent too much time chatting with Dad in the bathroom.

"Shh, mummy's here, love," you reassured Eliot, lifting him out of the high chair and holding him close until his crying softened.

And while comforting your child, you suddenly heard the familiar buzzing noise of a shaver coming from the bathroom.

"Oh fuck," you softly murmured to yourself in disappointment.

Truth be told, it's not that you didn't like William without a beard. You always found your boyfriend incredibly attractive to say the least, but you just had a preference for him with facial hair. And not the delicate little moustache he occasionally attempted to sport. It just made him look like a young teen who couldn’t grow a proper beard, or a creep. No, you adored the thick stubble that adorned his masculine jawline and trailed down his neck.

Well, at least when he kept it well-groomed.

William had a habit of neglecting to style his beard during the season, letting it grow a bit longer than usual. And then eventually, he'd grow tired and irritated with it, deciding to trim it. But just a bit.

You always felt that William looked more rugged with a beard. Given his particular fondness for fashion, jewellery, and his lack of prowess in handy crafts, he wasn't always the epitome of traditional masculinity. However, seeing him with some facial hair just added a touch of toughness that you appreciated. Especially given that you knew he had a rougher side, both on and off the ice.

In a way, you saw it as a primal biological attraction – a preference for a masculine male, someone robust for breeding, to ensure the growth of a strong child.

And truth be told, he had played his part in that aspect: giving you Eliot, your first son. Who at just one year old, he bore a striking resemblance to his father. His big blue eyes and bright blonde hair had been copied and pasted directly from William. And if that wasn’t enough, he was a solid and hungry child, much like his dad.

As you held the toddler close, finally managing to soothe his cries of feeling momentarily neglected – again, a perfect mimic of William, you handed him a pacifier, gently set him down, and guided him towards the play area scattered with his toys.

And for nearly ten minutes, you engaged in playtime with your son. However, the abrupt halt of the buzzing noise signalled the deed was done. You almost dreaded how your man would look upon his return from the bathroom.

And as he emerged in the doorway, you had to stifle a chuckle. The tough and strong hockey player had transformed into someone who could easily pass as a college frat boy. And it didn't exactly please you.

Yet, as he approached you and Eliot, wanting to join in the playtime, squatting and settling down with his little family, you accepted the outcome as it was. However, Eliot did not.

The young boy took one look at his father, then suddenly burst into tears as if something had deeply upset him.

"What the-?" William was genuine bewildered by his son's unexpected cries.

And you couldn't help but burst into laughter, watching Eliot’s reaction to the sight of his own dad.

"He's crying... why is he crying, babe? What did I do?" William sounded almost panicked as he attempted to reach for his son. However, Eliot instead tried his best to crawl away from the unfamiliar sight and reached out for you to pick him up and hold him close.

"Shh... it's okay, baby," you tried to comfort your son. "It's just daddy," you reassured him in a calm voice, though laughter was bubbling up inside you.

Eliot's wide, terrified eyes remained fixed on William, while seeking solace in your motherly embrace to stop crying. But every time William attempted to approach and touch him, Eliot turned away, crying even louder despite the pacifier in his mouth.

And you just couldn't contain yourself any longer.

"Shit, what's happening?" William asked, utterly confused.

"He's just as upset as I usually am when you shave," you chuckled deeply, still holding and comforting your son in your arms.

"He's seriously crying because I shaved?" your boyfriend asked, throwing his arms up in defeat as his son gradually calmed down and settled his breaths in his tiny lungs.

"Seems like it, Willy," you grinned. "Apparently, he doesn't quite recognise you," you added with a soft smile, feeling rather pleased that your son seemed to strongly agree with your opinion about William's facial hair.

"I shaved last summer too," he tried to justify.

"True, but then he was just a newborn, love," you smiled again. "He's only seen you with a beard for the past six or seven months as his little brain has developed more."

And this time, William had to concede defeat.

Eliot had made the verdict, and it seemed the beard had to make a comeback.

"Hmm... I guess I'll have to let it grow back then," William chuckled lightly, releasing a deep sigh.

"Yeah, I really think you have to," you replied with a content smirk, already looking forward to when the scruff would once again adorn his handsome face.

Luckily for you, your monkey of a boyfriend had a good dose of testosterone, resulting in rather fast hair growth. So, during your holiday in Sweden with the Nylander family, Eliot could once again recognise his father.

That was until you told the rather amusing story to William's brother and sisters, who then convinced him to shave again, just to witness Eliot's reaction. And as predicted, it led to another bout of tears from your little boy, this time expressing very clear disapproval of his father's altered appearance.

Amidst the laughter, both you and Camilla realised it wasn't fair to Eliot. He was genuinely distressed, unable to recognise his own father - only a strange-looking man attempting to interact with him.

So, you persuaded William to let his beard grow once more and resist any temptation from Alex or Sandy to shave it off again.

However, there was one concession: he insisted on shaving his chest hair. That was non-negotiable.

[nerdieforpedro]

Barefoot in a Twilight Zone

Dieter Bravo x plus size AFAB reader

Rating: Teen

My blog is for readers 18+ MDNI

Word Count: approx 1.1k (I even edited it and couldn’t get it below 1k 😭)

Warnings: mild intoxication, a fall, a flash, that carpet, dated references, alien talk, one pull, a few innuendos, some smoke

Summery: Getting out of the house to a party is great until it’s not. Things are weird. A little less so with Dieter.

Notes: My entry for the @dieterbravobrainrotclub May Drabble challenge. 💚👽👽👽👾 I did really try to keep under 1000 words. Nerdie is wordy 👀 It was at 1.3k so…I did better? 🤣 Anywho I hope it gives you a giggle at the references or just the story itself. 🤭

Prompt: “Do you believe in aliens?”

Trope: Meet-cute

Main Masterlist / Dieter Bravo Masterlist / Writing Challenges

The neon green dress is the main part of your costume and so are the three inch thick black flip flops you thought were cute, but now are impossibly heavy. You added silver and green costume jewelry in addition to a headband with little white spiral bouncy balls on them. It was a good idea coming to this party. At first, you were having fun, dancing, drinking a bit, but that was before you tipped over in these damn flip flops and fell. You didn’t see the small step that led into the middle of the room.

The bottom of your dress went over your head and your panties were exposed to everyone. Adding to the alien theme, you wore black panties with little green oval alien faces on them. It was a cute idea and a private joke to yourself. It was now known to everyone. Some laughed, most people stared and thankfully, one person helped you up - no costume for him. He had on a tan button down shirt, sunglasses inside, brown striped pajama pants and no shoes? “You alright? Come on.” Given that he was helping you up, it wasn’t the worst idea.

The two of you end up in a different section of the house, facing a pool. A gray robe is draped over one of the chairs, by this time, you’ve straightened out your dress and re-adjusted your bra. That shifted too and it felt like each breast had their own rules on rejecting gravity. This guy pulls out his phone, snaps a picture of you, looking rather confused and a bit disheveled. He pulls up the picture on his phone and shows you your dress and a woman who is wearing a similar dress to yours. Hers looks tailored to fit her slender body and has some gold on it. “You look like a sexy sixties alien. I like the green on you. The silver looks better and matches your cute panties.” You could only laugh at the last line as does he, it’s not like everyone hadn’t seen them. He’s looking around the chair that has his robe, you don’t see anything. He might be missing something but you’re not sure what.

“Thanks. I’m glad you approve of my underwear choices. Could you delete that photo of me? It’s not great.” He frowns and makes a counter offer, retrieving his robe, he takes you into another living room. The size of this house is impressive and feeling the shag carpet on your feet makes you realize that you don’t have your shoes on. Why didn’t you realize you were barefoot? This entire night is far out - not unlike a Twilight Zone episode.

“I will if you sit with me a bit, miss sexy alien, I’m Dieter.” Holding out his hands like he is presenting a prize, it’s really just the couch, but it does look comfy and is when you plop down. The man’s already seen your panties so a pair of thick thighs like yours aren’t going to make a difference when the hem of your dress rises. You don’t mind him sitting so close to you, despite him not being in any sort of sci-fi or neon clothes. You find him handsome, a fluffy mop of mocha hair, scruff on his chin and cheeks, a permanent grin to his face along with broad shoulders underneath his shirt.

“I’m sitting with you so you’ll delete now, right?” You didn’t ask and you should have before patting his soft hair. Though, you find the low growl he releases is enticing, he hasn’t taken his phone back out. Gripping his hair, your other hand presses on his chest as you sit up on your knees on the couch next to him and look down. “Right Dieter?” You feel like slapping those sunglasses off his face, but they’ve slid down his nose. It looks like he wants more, but more what? Well this is also weird, but you’re also at an alien party plus you haven’t told him your name. “Do you believe in aliens?” He nods.

“Well you are right in front of me, so yeah. Am I gonna see stars? You’re not going to pop little green or gray dudes from somewhere are you?” Dieter has not only deleted the photo but removed his glasses, tossed them on the coffee table and is running his hands down your arms. A wider grin creeps across your face, rolling with this appears to be a very good idea.

“No little men from anywhere Dieter. I think we should get out of here and go see some stars together. You might get a better picture of me then.” Moving your hands and placing them on his shoulders, you kiss his forehead and stand up, still leaning over him. “Come to think of it, I don’t know where my shoes are.” Straightening your back, you put your hands on your hips as you laugh, you are going to need something on your feet to leave. Dieter shrugs and slips an arm around your waist, his lips grazing your shoulder for a moment.

“Neither do I. Only found my robe earlier. I think we’ll happen upon some shoes on the way to the stars Moon Pie.” Side by side, you walk with Dieter outside, barefoot as he whips out his phone again. He sends a few texts then puts it away.

“That’s curious. You didn’t want me to tell you my name? Just going with the nickname?”

“For now, but we’ve got the entire night.” The merits of the monikers ‘moon pie’ vs ‘miss sexy alien’ are debated while enjoying the chilly night air. The laughs shared over if aliens have tentacles with suckers or are just covered in a sort of slime is cut short by an SUV that pulls up. “We’ll get some shoes first and then cruise around.”

“As long as you don’t pop out any tentacles with slime on them.”

“I make no promises on that.” Bravo assists you into the SUV and follows in behind you, running his fingers along the rolls on your sides to tickle you as he makes a fish face while creating sucking noises. “It’s a mystery in these pants.” The snort you make is hidden beneath the base of the music that comes on when the driver turns on the radio.

Later with the windows down, both of you are singing along loudly while he lights up a sample and takes a puff, offering you a hit which you accept, blowing the smoke out of the window. Outlandish and not in character at all but with Dieter makes it oddly serene.

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[twainxavier]

Last Line Tag Game

Tagged by @embroiderling and @samsalami66 thank you both! 😻

So, this is Dead Boy Detectives related (of course it is 🤣👌) and is from an upcoming Catwin Academic Rivals Dark Academia AU fic (so many buzz words 👀) Hope you like it! 🔎💀👻😻👑

TW: Homophobic slurs, bullying, threatening language

When it came back to him, he took a steadying breath, and gave a nod. He watched as Thomas’ feet led the way to the door, and then kept on walking as he followed. Edwin kept his head down all the way back to his old flat. The entire way there he couldn't help but wonder how on earth the two of them were going to move everything he had from one room to the other. It wasn't a huge amount, but it was still probably a lot, and he really didn't want to be in that place any longer than he had to be. He cursed his shaking hand as he raised his key to the lock on the flat door. He could hear voices behind the door, and he just had to hope that it wasn't Simon and any of his friends. He should have known any luck he had had long since ran out by now. “Oh look! The pussy is back! Where have you been, pussy?” a voice Edwin now recognised as Richie's rang out from the other end of the flat. He almost just collapsed on the spot, but then he felt Thomas’ presence behind him. With a breath he forced himself to stay standing and ignore the fear if just so he would not seem as weak as he felt. Instead he just went straight to his door and unlocked it. But before he managed to slip inside, he heard Thomas' voice. “Pussy. Interesting choice of word. I don't see any cats around here, just a bunch of bitches.” Edwin froze on the spot, shocked that Thomas would even try to stand up to these people. He finally looked up at his face again, but all he got was a soft smile. “You go pack your room up. Got anything you want from the kitchen?” Thomas asked, voice light as if he hadn't just called Edwin's attackers bitches. Before he could even formulate a reply for Thomas, Simon's voice interrupted. “So the fag has a bodyguard now?” It was a snide remark, but it lacked the venom it had the previous night. Thomas didn't even look away from Edwin, nor did he drop the gentle smile, so Edwin decided to just follow suit in ignoring Simon and his friend and answered Thomas' question. “Yes, mainly my plates and utensils,” Edwin said, pointing out where to find those things whilst giving Thomas a box. He didn't want to go anywhere near that kitchen again, so Thomas offering to go for him was a blessing he wasn't going to ignore. “Perfect,” Thomas still smiled at him, but Edwin saw it drop the instant he turned towards the kitchen. “I am a friend, not a bodyguard, but what makes you ask that, hmm? You think he needs a bodyguard?” Edwin couldn't see Thomas' face any longer, but he could hear a coldness to his voice that he had never heard before. Just before he shut the door to his room, he heard his attackers backpedal fast in a chorus of murmured ‘no’s.

So there we go, just a hint of protective Thomas, and he's going to say a lot more unhinged things whilst they move Edwin out of this flat 👀

I'm gonna tag @pumpkinkingsalem @stardustloki @seiya-starsniper and @here-be-bec and anyone else who feels like joining in 😻 No pressure of course! Have fun with it!

[alj4890]

Disbelief

(Maxwell Beaumont x Olivia Nevrakis) in a choices Crackship drabble

Inspired by the prompt: No one believes we're dating

A/N My writer's block finally eased up! Woo! This idea was originally part of my Crackship series involving these two, but I decided to go a different route to their reveal. I still wanted to write this scene for them and thought, why not share it? So here we go, an alternate universe within an alternate universe 🤣

Masterlist

"I've got to find a man." Penelope wailed.

While the other ladies of the court expressed their sympathy, Olivia merely rolled her eyes.

"Madeleine told me again that I needed to find someone after my mess up at the fashion show." Penelope slumped in her chair. "Even after I doubled the donation, she still insisted I make a match before the wedding shower."

Her violet eyes drifted over to where Riley was talking to Drake and Maxwell. A slight frown formed on her lips.

"I don't care what Riley thinks! I'm going to ask Maxwell to enter into a courtship with me." She glanced at Kiara. "And I think you should ask Drake!"

Hana's jaw dropped.

"Penelope!" Kiara gasped. "I don't think I--"

"You have such a crush on him!" Penelope argued. "Isn't it time to finally give in to your fan--"

"Tais-toi!" Kiara exclaimed, looking about to make certain no other nobles overheard their conversation.

"Perhaps," Hana gently interjected, "we should instead focus on why you think Maxwell is right for you."

Kiara breathed a little easier now that the conversation wasn't focused upon her own hopeless love life.

Penelope practically beamed as she went into a list of reasons Maxwell would be a good match.

"He's so sweet! He's always smiling, even though he's stuck with a scandal in his house." She sighed while staring at him. "He's also kinda dreamy. Those blue eyes of his are to die for! And--"

"And he's taken." Olivia declared.

Three pairs of eyes blinked at her in confusion.

"Taken?" Penelope repeated in disbelief. "What do you mean?"

Olivia finished off her glass of wine. Standing up, she addressed the clueless trio with a bit of smugness.

"I mean he is already in a committed relationship."

"With whom?" Kiara asked.

Penelope released a little cry that she attempted to muffle with her hand.

"It's Riley! He's in a relationship with her! That's why she didn't return to America after being caught with Tariq!"

Hana shook her head. "I don't think that's--"

"It isn't Riley!" Olivia snapped. "It's me."

"You what?" Penelope asked.

"I'm the one dating Maxwell!" Olivia announced.

Silence fell upon the group.

Then, a snicker slipped out.

Kiara and Penelope began to laugh to the point tears twinkled in their eyes.

"You and Maxwell Beaumont?" Kiara guffawed.

"Like that would ever happen!" Penelope wiped her eyes as more giggles burst forth.

Hana seemed to be the only one noticing Olivia's short fuse igniting. The longer the two ladies laughed and joked about how ridiculous the notion was, the more menacing Olivia became.

"Why is that funny?" She demanded.

"Because!" Penelope exclaimed. "He's super sweet and just adorable."

"You're more..." Kiara tried to find the right word to describe the duchess.

"Stoic?" Penelope offered.

"Hmm." Kiara tapped her chin in thought. "She is that, yet much more emotional."

The two pondered the notion a little longer.

"You don't like fun." Penelope declared.

"Excuse me?" Olivia bit out.

"Of course she does!" Hana argued. "Just because your idea of fun doesn't match up with hers doesn't mean she--"

Olivia silenced her with a slash of her hand. Though she was grateful for Hana's defence, she was more than capable of fighting her own battles.

"Regardless of what you think," Olivia hissed. "Maxwell and I are together."

"Do the Beaumont's owe you something?" Penelope teased.

Kiara laughed at the notion. "It must be an enormous amount of debt some ancestor of theirs was unable to pay."

"Unlike you," Olivia leaned forward, bracing her hands upon the table, "I don't need any reason to have a man want me."

She straightened her shoulders then smoothed her black dress down. "Maxwell's always been in love with me."

With that, she turned on her heel to join his group.

***************

"I'm so sick of these functions." Drake grumbled. "It'd be different if they actually fed us instead of these little appetizers they occasionally send out."

"I think it's called an amuse-bouche." Riley told him.

"Yeah well, I'm not amused." He mumbled.

"It's supposed to awaken your palate." Maxwell added.

When both Riley and Drake looked at him curiously, he shrugged.

"I heard it on some cooking show."

"Makes sense." Riley teased him. "I mean, it isn't like you grew up with all this fancy dining or anything."

"The lessons were boring." Maxwell explained. "But the food rarely failed to please. "

"Uh huh." Drake rolled his eyes. "Anyway. When do we actually get to have dinner?"

"Probably after Liam and Madeleine are done talking to our hosts." Riley nodded toward the far side of the room.

The trio quietly observed the group speaking to Liam. The way he stood, firm and unmoving let them know that negotiations were not going well.

"Ugh." Drake slumped back against the wall. "We are never getting out of here."

"We're going to starve!" Maxwell clutched his growling stomach. "I can already see a faint light growing brighter in the distance."

"We could always sneak out for a snack." Riley whispered.

Drake and Maxwell perked up at that suggestion.

"I'm game." Drake whispered back. "I hate to leave Liam, but the needs of the many and all that."

"I'll grab Hana." Riley added.

"I'll get Liv." Maxwell turned to leave to do that very thing, only to find himself yanked back by Drake.

"Why in the hell would you get Olivia?" He asked.

Maxwell blinked.

"Um, because she's my girlfriend."

Riley and Drake stared at him for two heartbeats before they burst out laughing.

"You almost had me there Beaumont!" Drake slapped him on the back.

"Your face!" Riley spluttered. "You were so serious!"

"But she is!" Maxwell argued. "Olivia and I have been in a relationship for a while now."

"Uh huh." Drake snickered. "And Liam's decided to make me his fashion expert."

Riley giggled even harder at that notion.

"It's the truth!" Maxwell declared. "I've been in love with Liv for ages. She realized we should be together and--"

"Stop!" Drake pleaded, doubling over.

"I can't breathe!" Riley gasped.

"Guys, I'm telling you the--"

Maxwell paused when Olivia slipped her arm around his waist.

"Kiss me." She demanded.

Without missing a beat, he pulled her into a long and tender kiss.

Riley, Drake, and the ladies Olivia had left behind stared in astonishment at the sight of the two entwined.

When the kiss came to an end, Olivia's smug smirk flashed.

"Want to get out of here?" She asked him.

"With you?" Maxwell's dimpled grin appeared. "Always."

She stepped out of his arms while glaring triumphantly at Penelope.

Lacing his fingers with Olivia's, Maxwell let her lead the way out of the banquet hall.

She led him near the table where Penelope and Kiara sat with Hana.

Pausing once more so they could easily hear her, "Max? How would you like to stay the night with me?"

"Absolutely!" He exclaimed with a grin.

"We didn't get to finish what we started the night before." She continued once she heard Penelope's frustrated squeal. "I think we'll need all night to finally get," she lowered her voice to a purr, "completely satisfied."

Before anyone could react to that blatant hint, Maxwell gripped Olivia's hand and dragged her out of there.

"Maxwell!" She snapped as he pulled her down the street. "Slow down!"

"We have to hurry!" He told her. "That bakery we went to last night closes in twenty minutes!"

She huffed, a slight smile forming at the wrong thoughts she'd planted in everyone's minds.

"You know, we could do more than eat our weight in macarons." She reminded him.

He paused, allowing her to bump right into his arms.

"I fully intend to." He captured her lips in a long, deep kiss. "But I need energy which requires sugar to make sure you wake up completely satisfied."

Olivia's lips curved into an amused smile.

Leave it to Maxwell to find a way to turn a simple dessert into fuel for sex.

Shaking her head in amusement, she takes his hand once more as they hurry on to a nearby bakery.

[idrinkteawhenifeeldeadinside]

Pit Babe episode 3 rewatch/live commentary (part 1)

Turns out, the problem with the pic/gif thing come from my external hard drive and not tumblr, so i will edit this post later.

Human trafficking in broad daylight....

I know that we are all saying that Alan is a good man (and he really is) but not agreeing to SELL your friend is like the bare minimum....

And while Kenta is reaaly cute....

(edit) Can we take a minute to talk about the what actually happening here : Kenta is not just asking to Alan to sell Babe as a racer, no, he came fully aware of what fate await Babe and he still stand right there, smiling, while trying to buy his brother like his nothing more than a f*cking pure breed broodmare.

And don't try to tell me that Kenta doesn't know about Way and Tony's plan

Witnessing Alan rejecting Kenta/red racing offers is what prompted Jeff to start trusting and opening up to Alan ever so slightly

He look so ...sad....maybe for a tiny moment, he thought that Alan said yes

Charlie putting himself out there, showing his face to hundred if not thousand of viewer.....isn't he supposed to lay low......

"Hold the cam sweety "

Abandoning a puppy on the side of the road is a crime by the way

I love Sonic fashion sense...but that white and pink pants....my brain has a hard time comprehending the structure of those particular pants.

He's still one of the most beautiful being i ever saw in my life (Topten)

Did Kenta gave his location to Alan ? Did he text Babe ? Did Babe text him ?????( yeah no, why would Babe have Kenta's number)

"Yup, he's right on time"

"But i miss you🥺" Kenta deep deep in his unconscious....probably

That scene is giving "where the f*ck did the kids put my stuff ?"

Why are you still there Jeff ?

I mean that fair

Uncle, you practically ransacked the working station for your tools, anyone can tell you're stressed

I, for one, would love to see the X hunter team do somme publicity thing......

"Family isn't everyone safe place" truest word ever spoken in a series, Thank you Jeff !

The man who to stunned to speak

How and why is Uncle still single ???

If Jeff had a vision when Alan touched him, i'm ready to bet my inexistant money that it wasn't something church approved

Did they just deprive us of Alan and Jeff's first "diner en tête à tête" ?

As someone who experienced alcoholism very closely, Babe (and Way) relationship with alcohol break my heart (not gonna elaborate further on that one)

He just want to help Alan carry the burden....That why a love Babe so much

Did Way ever carried on with asking his "high society" acquaintance for help ? Or was he waiting for Xhunter to financially crumble so that Babe had no other choice than to go back to Tony with him ?

Aww no sleep over for the besties

He really did came running like a puppy 🤣

Babe, you can be so dense sometimes

Charlie's puppy eyes should be classified as a mass destruction weapon

Babe whole face softening and the little smile....he's sooo gone

Tada! I had to travel for work those past 2 days, so i didn't get to make the commentary for the whole ep....but see you tomorrow !

[cinamun]

I just got caught up and I am emotionally exhausted, the Drakes and friends are really going through it (I say this with glee). Some of the highlights for me were:

Bishop's Love Kills hoodie…

In the gif after Bishop sends the text, the animation got Jayce looking like Questlove lecturing; it don't hurt that he's thicc, too

The way Mercy called out Jackson after waking up disoriented and in pain, said too much

I howled when I saw the "He's dead" link for the previous one right under this pic with Bishop in the background; gotta give it up for environmental storytelling (we can dream).

Hope comforting Jayce by comparing their father's indiscretions

Charlie, bless his heart…

Okay, Amaya…

Damn, Mercy.

Dreams do come true~

Damn, Mercy.

Don't take it out on the child, Mercy.

Damn, Mercy.

Indya: "DJ if you're gay just say that. No need to throw us under the bus." 🤣

As soon as Charlie said that she always runs away, I started thinking, Dira can do what she wants as long as all parties are consenting, and I know she made it clear to the folks she got involved with, but I think that she should stop using people even if they want to be used. Don't be an enabler for unhealthy behavior… A lot went into the outlook she has on life now. She really wants it her way. But what is the "it"? Is it the control, is it the attention? Is she taking shit out on the wrong people? All of the above? She's drawing lines with her words but blurring them with her actions… This is not to say she can't get down with friends, but when you know they want what you don't, do everyone a favor and cut them loose. What's really going on in that child's head? And then, here you come with that scene!

Darren always running in those hard-ass soles.

I love how Darren and Indya's ways of counseling are different, but manage to fill in the blanks for the other.

Dira told Indya that she "went to bed" but, going by Charlie, looking exhausted like he really went through it, I wonder if that's the extent of it or has she lost time?

What's up with Jules offering a potential patient a drink before he learns what her vices are? It's not a date.

It's incredible that Mercy, Jayce, Eva, DJ, and Dira are all in reality's choke hold right now.

Mercy with this IDGAF attitude. I wish I could believe it was like a "finally free to be me" makeover, but it feels like she's preparing to be alone, she's pushing people away before she can be pushed.

Jayce having to a accept a whole lot of truths and being completely out of his depth with how to process it, mentally and emotionally; he's so used to knowing that he's just unsteady every step of the way through this, trying to hammer out one dent only to find that he created another.

Eva is taking a lot of this in stride because she's actively processing everything, but she's kept caring for her child front and center. Unlike her new big brother, she can't just come home and ignore her family and be forgiven for holing up in her head until she finds a modicum of clarity while her partner picks up the slack. So, she really has no choice but to keep it together. Though it doesn't hurt that she's pretty straightforward because it will save her a lot time since she'll have less BS to wade through.

Interestingly enough, DJ and Dira are in similar situations; they've both become the expectation vs reality meme. I understand their perspectives, though, kids have limited frames of reference, so if they don't copy the adults around, they are left with choosing between doing the opposite or taking a cue from elsewhere. It's obvious they both did the latter because I know the Drakes have definitely made it clear to their children that you are free to do what you like, but you have to accept the consequences as well. The twins are so much more alike than I thought they were. I don't think either one of them are wrong for wanting what they want, but they are definitely going about it in the wrong way, because any way that hurts other people (even if they stick around knowing they'll be hurt) is not the way to go.

I honestly thought I wouldn't have much to say because I feel so out of practice, but I was wrong. Thanx for still doing what you do, we're all better for it.

Also, I don't know if you know, but sometimes, just sometimes, liking your posts on cinamun.tumblr.com takes you to the top of the page.

Always a nice breakdown of events and I very much appreciate the real time reactions! There is certainly a lot to take in when it comes to Chapter 25. When it comes That Scene™, I hope that answered the questions you had about Dira choosing to be who she is and do what she wants. This is fiction, but in non-fiction real life, young girls get caught in horrible relationships, get hit with low self-esteem and even worse, all because other people's opinions have a profoud impact on their lives. Young women, especially young Black women, are scrutinized far worse for doing the most basic shit like being honest with their lovers about what they want.

That's why we needed that scene.

As for Jules, that's just who he is. He offered Darren a cigar imported from Sulani during his first visit. Its just The Doc™.

We'll be returning to those shenanigans soon enough though. Welcome back!

[thisislittlerunaway]

My take on Nic and word play:

Given that Nic has praised her fans on being great detectives I think it is quite likely that she chooses what she posts on SM wisely with different layers of message for the GA, casual fans and hardcore fans to interpret.

It is obvious she has posted cryptic messages before, the Ratatouille being one of them - to this day no one seemed to have offered a convincing enough interpretation of this very random post.

Furthermore, Nic also has a passion for words and the English language (don’t forget her university degree), and we have seen how exceptionally eloquent she is during interviews. Her choice of words are well considered, requiring lots of thoughts and showing great awareness of what’s going on around her.

Finally Nic is known to be chronically online and she keeps up with all the latest trends and gossip on the internet, including what her fans are talking about.

With these in mind, one definitely should not overlook her SM posts and just read them for what they are, especially when there have so much dramas going on lately (papgates, HBS, L’s PR disaster and the hatred he faces).

So let’s have a look at her recent insta posts in the past couple of days and try to add some layers of meaning to them, perhaps we might be on to something? 😉

First, while we know that Nic was advocating for a good movement by reposting this in her story, could this at the same time be a plea for fans to stop the hatred towards Luke?

Then there’s the Wordle post which showed Nic is clearly proud of her achievement (she should be - that’s impressive), but has anyone looked up all the meanings of the word ‘anvil’? There’s one that sounds… really interesting:

‘You can refer to a difficult experience that changes someone or leads to something good as a particular type of anvil.’

Is it Nic’s way of assuring fans that this difficult period will lead to something good eventually? One can even interpret this further as Nic sympathising with Lukola fans who are starving in the restaurant, and promising them they will get well fed soon once S4 filming starts.

Following her Wordle post Nic posted a photo of her playing Scrabble at the pub with some Guiness coasters on the table. As any Lukola fans and they would know Guiness is Luke’s favourite drinks Is she suggesting that she is with Luke? Or is she subtly hinting that Luke is in her mind? To be fair, just the idea of entertaining these possibilities in our head is enough to lift our spirit. Maybe Nic knows the impact the post can have on us and deliberately staged her photo a certain way to keep us happy, how kind! 😉.

The words seen on the Scrabble board are also interesting. Maybe they mean something (lots of drama-triggering words: fate, dead, lied, dirt) but I try to not overthink this because with Scrabble you play what you pick so can only make certain words each round.

Finally, Nic made a rare grid post earlier today to celebrate her best friend Camilla’s birthday. This immediately made me think about Luke’s first pap walk. While L seemed to be ignoring A, refusing to hold her hand and running away when the paps appeared, Nic praised her best friend on covering her face and protect her from the paps. It seems she’s trying to tell Luke: ‘see THIS is how you treat your loved one during a pap encounter’ 🤣. Another way of looking at this post is Nic trying to tell us Luke isn’t serious with his alleged gf. Otherwise he would have protected her from the paps like Camilla did to her. So Lukola can just chill now and don’t have to worry about a L&A end game.

[crushedbyhyperbole]

By the Sword

Pairing:  Steve Rogers x Teacher Reader (non spec gender/race/size)

Summary:  Steve visits your class, and it’s not just the kids who love him. (new relationship) ~ 1k words

Note:  Written for @nekoannie-chan​  Annie’s 1K Kitties Writing Challenge.  Using the prompt “live or die, make your choice”.  Congrats Annie for hitting your 1k followers and for everything you do to support your fellow writers and the community as a whole.  You’re awesome!  And I hope you enjoy all of this sickening sweetness.

Warnings:  Fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, heart-swelling wholesome goodness, bit of flirting, kissing, balloon weapon violence 🤣

The excited buzz that circled the special needs class of Meridian Middle School in Queens, was one that had never been seen before, and possibly never would be seen again. Eager grins and glistening eyes accompanied giggles and chatter from the children in your class as they stared in awe at America’s blue-eyed boy, dressed in his full Captain America uniform.

Steve Rogers - hero, idol, and epitome of all that was good in the world – stood at the front of your class with a circle of enraptured children at his feet as he recounted stories of the good deeds he had done.  Of course, the death and destruction of fighting aliens and saving the universe was omitted, and Steve focused on the every-day little things that the children could relate to that made them heroes too.

“And my friend, Bucky, he was being bullied by some horrible people.  And you know what we say to bullies…?”

“No thank you!”  The class chorused together.

“That’s right!  And he’s not being bullied anymore!”

“Yay!”  The children cheered and some of them clapped.

Steve beamed at them, taking in each of their upturned faces before settling on you.  His eyes gleamed in a different way when they met yours and your breath caught in your throat.  This thing that had been growing between you both since you had met at a Make A Wish Foundation event, had been exciting but hadn’t progressed further than a few chaste kisses when parting after dates.  Steve had offered to make an appearance for your class, possibly to curry favour, after you had told him that he was their absolute favourite Avenger. You couldn’t lie to yourself, you were certainly affected, seeing him here like this with your class.

One hour, that was all you would allow, and his time was up.  Any longer and you would not be able to get them settled in time for going home to their families.  With a wave and the promise that he would pick you up after school finished, he exited to thank you’s and whines, begging him to stay longer.

 Everything was quiet now all the children had gone home.  You tidied up and prepped your things for the following day.  The squeak of protesting balloons echoed in your classroom as you followed the instructions of a YouTube video on how to make a balloon pikachu.  You had been learning how to make a variety of things in order to enrich the experience of your class.  Tomorrow was going to be the first day that you introduced them to your balloon models. You were confident, and pleased with the number of things you could make from memory, but the pikachu had eluded capture in your knowledge bank until now.

You inflated another balloon and tied off the end when a soft knock on the door frame distracted you.  Steve stood in the doorway, leant against the frame with his arms crossed over his broad chest.  He had changed out of his uniform and into slacks and a shirt. His soft expression turned to amusement as he took you in, surrounded by your creations.

“Building an army?” He chuckled.

“Something like that,” you looked around at the colourful animals.

“They’re not going to win any victories,” he stepped across the threshold and moved towards you, “they don’t have any weapons.”

“Hey,” you stopped him, the tip of your inflated modelling balloon pointed at his heart, “don’t underestimate them, they’re fierce.”

He raised his hands in surrender, palms open at shoulder height.  “I’m sure they are, but they could use a gun or two, or a sword maybe.”

“I can do swords.” You smirked.

“That’s not a sword.” He nodded to the straight balloon you had pointed at him.

Quickly, you twisted a small loop and a series of five one inch bubbles, and fed the rest through the loop.  Running your hand along the length, you left it with a slight curve and brandished your new pirate cutlass at him with flair.

“No, but this is.”

He dropped his hands with a smile and stepped forward as if the charade was over.

“One more step and I’ll run you through,” you tapped him on the chest with your sword.

“More evil people than you have tried.”

“Pride before the fall?”

“Are you willing to risk it?” He asked playfully, “Once I get my hands on you, you’ll be helpless.”

“It’s your choice, Rogers.”

“It doesn’t look that sharp.”  He smirked.

“Looks can be deceiving.”

“You’re telling me.  I thought you were a sweet and kind school teacher, but now I see you’re an evil genius.”  He deadpanned, and you had to stifle your chuckle.

A dramatic pause, where you made your face stern and extended your arm, your sword pointed at his heart again.

“Live or die,” you said with theatrical gravity, “make your choice.”

Without hesitation he stepped forward.  The balloon bowed under the pressure against his chest and he kept moving until it squeaked and lopped to the side.  He took your sword hand and fed it under his arm, around his waist, and slid his free hand up to cup your face, his lips mere inches from yours.  He paused.

“Threats of death.  Unbeatable odds.  An evil genius to conquer…  You certainly know how to get my heart racing.”

“You think I’m conquerable?” You breathed, eyelids fluttering under the weight of desire.

“God, I hope so.”  He murmured, eyes closing before the kiss.

His lips were soft yet firm, and his tongue was unyielding like the rest of him. It wasn’t your first kiss, but the chasteness of previous kisses dissolved in the heat between you.

The pirate sword floated softly to the floor.  His metaphoric sacrifice quickened your heart.  He would throw himself on swords for you; it was how he showed his love.  And as you coiled yourself around him, lips locked and hungry, you thought that maybe Steve Rogers could be your happily ever after.

[spreadwardiard]

WIP

Just wanted to share a little over 400 words from a no war au (wtf is canon who needs that?) megop, mechpreg, fluff piece, one shot I'm working on. its just pure sugar idk what else to say. probably hella ooc. The fic is SFW, only a few mentions of sexual themes. Fic doesn't even have a title yet its in my files as mechpregdomesticfluff 🤣

WIP under the cut lemme know what you think!

“I chilled them. Look in the cooling unit.” The blip of joy that leaked into Orion’s field once he finally spotted the can made Megatronus’ spark thrum.  Once upon a time he would have tried to explain that away as anything other than the effects of being helm over pede in love with Orion. Now he just counted himself the luckiest mech in the universe to be loved in return. “You need to have more than rust sticks. Take a cube, too.” 

Orion laughed softly as he complied, grabbing two of the small cubes along with his favored rust stick treats. “Next time you should carry. You clearly have the better instinct for it. And the better frame.  Though I would be missing out on all the incredible overloads.” Orion’s plating rattled, from the back of his neck down his spinal strut to his aft, as if he’d had an involuntary shiver at some phantom sensation. 

Megatronus laughed at that, and strode across their hab suite, to meet Orion in the kitchen.  “Are the overloads the best part of carrying?” He stepped up behind him, slipped his arms around his waist so that he could get his servos on that exquisitely swollen abdomen once more.  Orion leaned into the embrace and rested his helm comfortable against Megatronus’ chest plates, a content grin on his face as he lifted a servo to offer a cube to his champion. 

“No. But they are in the top five.” Orion said with a content sigh. Megatronus regretfully withdrew one of his servos to take the offered cube. He paid much more attention to the way Orion’s plates felt under his servo than the taste of the energon he gulped down. Orion greedily shoved an entire rust stick down his intake, as if he were famished. 

“What’s number one?” He finished the cube in record time, and quickly set it aside, his servo had a better place to be.  Orion chewed noisily, unworried about looking uncouth as he stuffed his face with his treat of choice and crunched it between his dentae. 

“Mmm... I’m not sure... I have to turn… that one over a few times… in my processor.” Orion continued to eat as he spoke, finishing off his third stick. Finally he tipped the cube to his intake.  It eased Megatronus’ spark to see him consume some actual fuel. Lately all he’d been craving were those slagging rust sticks.  It was a wonder he hadn’t cracked his dentae on them with how many he’d been consuming these past few deca-cycles. 

to be continued

[kayjaydee17]

Lining up with a late trick or treat too 🤣🎃🫶🏻

Late trick or treat! It's such a gorgeous autumn day here, all sunshine and orange leaves being blown off the trees, and this feels perfect.

It has to be Lo'ak for you, doesn't it? <3

A little continuation of the daddy's boy series that's been playing around in my head.

In another world, it's Neteyam who finds him. In another world, Neteyam swims through the water, strong and graceful, and hauls himself up onto the rock beside Lo'ak. In this world, he puts his hand on Lo'ak's shoulder and doesn't say anything stupid like, You okay, bro? because he's smart, Neteyam, so much smarter than Lo'ak's ever been, and he knows that Lo'ak's not okay, that he will never be okay again. Maybe, in this world, since Lo'ak's dreaming, he knows the perfect thing to say, the thing that will make all of this shit okay, the thing that will convince Lo'ak that he might be able to look Dad in the eye ever again.

Or maybe he'll just say nothing at all. That's okay, too. Neteyam's good at silences, good at not making you feel like you have to speak but that he's okay to just hang out with you and never say a word.

*

In another world, it's Kiri who finds him. Maybe she has Spider with him, even though they've been spending less time together than they used to. Spider likes being alone now, or maybe likes is the wrong word, but he takes long quiet moments on his own, staring out at the ocean, fingers picking at the skin of his arms. But Lo'ak's dreaming, and so Spider and Kiri can find him together, and they're laughing and splashing each other as they swim to his rock.

Kiri will take hold of his face in both her hands and cling on even when he wriggles and that would send Lo'ak into a panic coming from anyone else, even Spider, but this is Kiri, and she's clinging on because she's his annoying sister, not because she wants to hurt him. She'll look at him with her giant eyes, giving him one of those looks that seem to go right into his soul. He can never tell if she's actually seeing into him, making tsaheylu without tsaheylu and doesn't that thought make Lo'ak's heart kick, make his breath come a little faster, or if she's just messing with him. Neteyam says it's easy to tell the difference, but he's never explained it to Lo'ak, just winks and says, You'll understand one day, so lofty and insufferable that Lo'ak has no choice but to tackle him into the dirt.

Spider will perch on the rock beside Lo'ak and offer his knuckles for a fist bump. "Shit," he says, and it will be a curse, and it will be a description, and it will be an understanding.

"Yeah," Lo'ak will say. "S'pretty shit." They'll sit with him until eclipse falls, then they'll coax him into the water, back to the family marui, back to the fire and warmth and safety.

*

In another world, it's Payakan who finds him. He'll croon to Lo'ak and Lo'ak won't have to say anything at all, just nod and slip into the water and hold onto Payakan's fin. He will cling on and let Payakan swim through the warm waters, taking him far far away.

*

This isn't any of those worlds.

In this world, it's Aonung who finds him.

[daphnejane]

I am SO tempted by the butler fic, but “Bouncing Joy, Tender Heartbreak,” please!

Hi, Tee! How'd I know you'd pick the one with the angsty title? 🤣🤣

This one is from my Lightning Strike universe! In I Finally Love This Town, there are several flashback scenes that show Polin's relationship up until the point when Colin gets cold feet and skips town (inspired by their first kiss in RMB when my dude has his mind blown and quickly exits stage left). I have written most of those flashbacks into full-fledged fics, but this is the big one, the actual "oh shit" moment. Written from Colin’s POV in an attempt to explain why he left. And I have certainly given myself a challenge haha. 😅 I am just getting to the "tender heartbreak" bit, but I'll give you a little snippet. This is unedited, so there may be some things in brackets where I am debating word choice or whether to cut something.

Also, interested parties may like to know there is something of a mirror moment in this one.

From the WIP Game. Snippet below the cut!

“God, I love your breasts.” He pushed them together with his palms, lapping at each nipple in turn with the flat of his tongue, drawing circles with the tip, tugging them gently between his teeth. He got lost in his reverence, grinding against her, and then she was moving beneath him, [dry humping like horny teenagers].

“I want you,” she breathed.

The desperation in her tone made him freeze. Desperation and… longing. He lifted his head, and their eyes locked. On the surface, she was giving him a look he’d seen a hundred times before on other faces: the promise of pleasure to come, the fulfillment of his fantasies, and, once his lust was sated, a peaceful night’s sleep. But as he stared at her, unmoving, new possibilities flashed before his eyes. More than one night was on the table. Penelope’s gaze was offering him a lifetime, and her heart in the bargain. This was Pen, not some bird he picked up in a club in Barcelona, with no expectations beyond the dawn. If he went forward, there would be no going back. [She was worth so much more than a one night stand. There could be no more carefree globetrotting; he’d have to settle down and grow up.] And that thought terrified him.

Colin sat up, cold air rushing between them. He scrubbed his face with his hands. “I can’t do this. I’m—I’m sorry.” He moved away from the bed.

Penelope bolted upright, snatching a pillow to cover her chest. “I don’t understand. Colin, what’s wrong?”

Her face was crumpling and he couldn’t bear to watch. He’d never forgive himself for inflicting this pain on her.

[nerdieforpedro]

Friends look out for friends right?

Chapter Two of Come live with me Angel Series

Benny Miller x Diana (plus size OFC)

This fic is 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 1908

Summary: Benny recalls how he and Diana first met. Living arrangements are discussed in addition to why Benny ended up in jail last night.

Warning: questionable karaoke choices, a few thots, Benny cooking, more pining, reference to a fight and jail

Notes: A slow burn with Friends to lovers. I enjoy writing them. I need to fit in tacos for @musings-of-a-rose just because. She knows why. 🤣

Main Masterlist/ Benny Miller Masterlist/ Come away with me Angel Series

Benny thought back to when he first met Diana while he cooked breakfast the next morning:

Six months ago at the Saucy Cantina. It was karaoke night and none of the guys would sing with him. He even chose ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ one that the four of them would know, but none of them would sing with him. He wasn’t sure if it was just the three beers he had but he wanted to belt out a tune. There were three women near the sing book when he walked over, two of them were looking at a Beyonce song - she doesn’t have a bad one so that’s a safe choice. But the third woman who’s dark hair touched passed her shoulders was studying a page intently. He tapped her shoulder and she looked up, her honey brown eyes stared at him and he watched her baby pink lips move as she spoke, “Yes, did you wanna see the book?” Benny shook his head and asked what song she was thinking of doing. “You’ll laugh, but I was thinking of ‘Rich Girl’ or ‘Diamonds.’” She said, setting her finger on each song.

“Those two are pretty different. I was thinking of a song too but my brothers over there are buzzkills and don’t wanna join me.” He grinned, his eyes a little glassy from the beer. She chuckled and nodded, explaining that she had been outvoted and it looked like her and her friends were going to be singing Beyonce tonight.

“We don’t have to sing what they want to you know. I’ll sing ‘Rich Girl’ with you if you’ll sing ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ with me, Angel.” He offered a hand outstretched as he hopped up on stage. Fish tapped Pope and Will, pointing toward the small stage at the back of the bar. The woman who he would later come to know as Diana took his hand and hopped up on stage with him. Benny remembered that he didn’t let go of her hand the entire time on the stage as they sang the Hall and Oats song and danced, swaying their hips and stomping their feet in tune with the music. It earned them a standing ovation and they got a second when they finally sang ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ in which there were some squeals because neither of them could hit those notes and they may have had a round of shots in between numbers. Benny invited all three girls over to the table and kept Angel as he called her, next to him as they chatted and drank. Will and Fish noticed how Benny kept holding onto her hand, like she might bolt, but she didn’t seem to mind. When the girls went to the bathroom, they teased him about getting a girlfriend of karaoke. Benny told them to shut it and that she was just really nice, but he knew then he wouldn’t be alright with not knowing her name and noting seeing her again.

Over the course of the night, he learned her name Diana and she told him his, Benjamin, but to please call him Benny, no one calls him his full name. They exchanged phone numbers and he made sure to text her to check if she got home okay and to see if she wanted lunch. One would have thought that he’s asked her out on a date but it wasn’t, just brunch. It was fun and no pressure. It helped a lot that Benny was a goofball and that Diana liked telling bad jokes. It’s been great for the last six months, towing the line between friends and something more and easy, so very easy.

This morning, Diana woke up and had a headache. What should she do? Moving in with her mother would be the more reasonable of the two options, but could she stand living with the woman again? Especially now that she was being effectively kicked out because her roommate found a man and she hadn’t.

Benny was up off the couch and had folded the blanket. He was making some eggs and toast when he saw Diana walk out in a loose black tank top and pink shorts that bunched between her legs from her thighs rubbing together. Her eyes were blurry and she rubbed them to adjust to the bright light. They went wide when she saw Benny in her kitchen, shirtless in his jeans and no socks, his hair was down and coasting along the back of his neck. She sometimes forgets how tall and broad he is. No…she knows. She tried to forget, because if she thinks about it, she do that before bed again.

“What the hell Benny..?”

“Damn Diana, that’s not what I expected. I thought I’d at least get a ‘thanks’ or a ‘good morning’, no hospitality.” He turned with a wide grin, holding a spatula in one hand. Diana cleared her throat and took a few steps forward on the cold floor to make sure she wasn’t having another dream about the younger Miller again. It turned out she was not and he really was making her breakfast in her apartment.

“I-I didn’t expect you to be making breakfast. Thank you. I was just surprised. I didn’t think you could cook.” Diana walked over and leaned on the counter, her breasts were pushed together from her crossed arms as she watched him scrambling eggs in her frying pan. “Did you want me to start some bacon or toast?” She asked, Benny turned to answer her but was greeted by her ample cleavage that was exposed. Toward the scoop of her tank top, it looked like he might just be able to see the cusp of something. He’s not supposed to be thinking about that they’re friends. Benny wonders from time to time and feels guilty because of how close he keeps Diana. He swallowed the spit that had gathered in his mouth and nodded.

“Sure, make both. I’ll eat what you don’t. You like onions and peppers in your eggs right?” Benny asked, drizzling some on half of the eggs, Diana agreed and took out the bread and bacon to get started. The bacon she put between two paper towels and microwaved it while she plugged up the toaster to start on the bread.

“Benny, you take your toast like your hair?” She joked, he roared with laughed as he remembered first telling Diana that’s how he liked all his bread that wasn’t on a sandwich. He was finishing up the eggs while she made six pieces of toast and eight pieces of bacon. It was a lot of food, but after they sat down and split it up, Benny and Diana scarfed all of it down along with two glasses of water each. They sat at the table relaxing because they were both full. Diana decided to ask first.

“Benny, are you going to tell me why you were arrested last night? You told me you hadn’t had any issues with the law for a couple years. There had to be-”

“You really wanna know Angel? Then if I tell you, you need to move in with me.” Diana opened her mouth to protest but Benny held up his hand. “You’re gonna say no, but you know you and your mom are like oil and water. Also you can pay me rent if it makes you feel better. I’d rather you didn’t though. You’re my friend.”

You’re my friend.

Diana realized that the only one stressing about being in close quarters with Benny was her. It would be the better and cheaper choice. She’d just have to keep her wits about her and gawk at him…too much.

“Fine Benny, I’ll move in with you. I haven’t found another place besides my mom’s anyway. Now will you tell me why I had to get you from county last night?”

“You know that bar we go to often, right? I was drinking after a fight. May have lost, not a big deal. Point is, we were laughing and joking it was all good.” Benny leaned forward with both elbows on the table, his muscles taut. Diana wants to tell him to sit back or throw a blanket on so she won’t stare.

“I know the bar, yes.” She tilts her head, confused about where this is going. “If things were good, why were you in jail?”

“That bastard said, anyway. He said something he shouldn’t have. I showed him he should keep his mouth shut.” Benny shook his head and stood up from the table taking both plates and silverware over to the sink. Diana sighed following him and had her hands on her hips.

“Benjamin Miller tell me what he said. Now.” Her lips pressed together, and he knew her bottom lip had likely poked out. “Was it really that serious to where you needed to injure three men? I mean I’ve heard all sorts of things said-“

“I don’t care what you might have heard in the past but no one’s going to talk about you like that! Not while I’m breathing.” Turning toward her, his face was red as he chewed on his cheek. “He asked me how you were in bed because he was sure you were enthusiastic and loud since you sing so well. I told him to shut the fuck up and he followed it up with…it doesn’t matter. I should have made it so his jaw would be wired shut.” Benny tossed the dirty spatula in the sink and started running water in a large bowel, pouring in some soap to start washing. “You try Diana.”

“Anything any drunk idiot says you shouldn’t listen to Benny. He’s an asshole. Don’t go to jail again. He and no other asshole is worth it.” Diana took the spatula and two forks to dry and put them to the side to put away.

“I’m not letting some douchebag think it’s fine to talk about you any kind of way Di, I’m not. I’ll try and stay out of jail. I can’t promise not to fight for you.” Washing the two plates, Benny handed them to Diana and watched as she bumped the drawer closed with her hip and leaned on her tip-toes to put away the plates after drying them. He found himself laughing to which she whipped the dishtowel at him.

“If I move in with you, you can’t be going back to jail Benny. I’m serious.”

“I am too.” Diana knows how serious he is which is a blessing and a curse. There’s always assholes that will say all sorts of things. Thankfully Benny was alright but what happens if he gets a longer sentence. Maybe he somehow thinks he won’t. They’re going to have to agree to disagree. “One other thing though Angel,”

“What now Benny? You gonna fight the cabinet for being too tall for me?”

“No. We need to go get my jeep from the bar. Then we can start moving your stuff today.” Whipping his hands on his jeans, he walks over to the couch and gets his shirt and slips it on. “Grab your keys.”

“I don’t leave the house in my sleep clothes Benny. Give me five minutes.” Rolling his eyes, he watches Diana make her way into the bedroom and close her door to get dressed. She may have fussed at him, but she was still moving in.

Goal accomplished

Chapter One Chapter Three

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