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roosterscockpit · 2 years

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Just A Bow And A Santa Hat | Bradley Bradshaw x reader

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An early gift for all you Daddy Bradley hungry babes, this Christmas. I got this idea while I was talking to my beloved @roosterforme. Thank you for helping me channel my inner ho ho ho this holiday season, bestie! 😘🎄🎅🏼🎁☃️

WARNING: SMUT, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

Dear Santa,

If you are seeing this, this is all I want for Christmas for the rest of my life.

Merry Christmas, Lyss ❤️

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Gif by Scuddish

You had been out all day doing some Christmas shopping for Mav, Penny, the squad, Bradley, and Leia’s gifts. You loaded up your car with numerous bags. You FaceTimed Bradley to let him know you were on your way home. It started to ring and he answered, but it was no video call, it was just a regular audio call.

“Hey, sweetheart. What’s up?”

You could hear shuffling in the background of his end, “Hi Brad, I just wanted to let you know what I was coming home. I need you to get out of the front room because I have presents.”

He started to laugh, “I can do that. What is your ETA, baby?”

“I’ll be home in 10.” You smiled.

He chuckled, “I’ll see you in 10, sweetheart. I have dinner and dessert ready for you. I also have a surprise.”

“I can’t wait I am starving. I’ll see you soon.” You bit your lip.

On your way home, you sang along to Christmas music on a playlist Bradley made for you. You admired how all the town was lit up with Christmas lights, the trees were decorated, light posts, and the houses in Bradley’s neighborhood were all lit up. You pulled into Bradley’s driveway. You sent a text to Bradley to let him know you were home.

Y: I am here now, go and hide!

B: I will just go into the living area. See you soon, baby girl.

You grabbed the bags from your trunk and went into the house. You opened the door and were mesmerized by all of the Christmas decor Bradley put out. There was a tree in the front room decorated with different shades of blues, silvers, and whites, It was beautiful. You set the bags of gifts behind the tree. You removed your shoes and made your way into the kitchen. You could smell the food and cookies that Bradley had made. You looked around and admired all the decorations Bradley had put up in the house.

“Bradley, it’s beautiful in here and it smells so good!” You went into the kitchen and pick up a cookie to eat. You looked over by the couches and there was another tree. This one was decorated with Star Wars themed ornaments.

You chuckled, “Oh my gosh, Leia is going to love that tree.” You took a bite of your cook and walked over to the living area to see the tree up close and personal. “Bradley, Leia is going to love this tree!” As you made your way around the couch you dropped your cookie and choked on the bits that were in your mouth. “Santa came early this year. Oh my god.”

Bradley was laid sexily under the tree. His muscles bulging as if he just finished a workout, his chest glistening from the Christmas tree lights. He was wearing nothing but a bow and a Santa hat. He held the bow to his exposed cock.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He smiled up at you. He had that hungry look in his eyes.

You rubbed your eyes and really looked at him, “Gosh, Bradley is it Christmas already? Did Santa come early for me?” You bit you lip as you admired him.

“Santa isn’t going to come early at all tonight.” He licked his top lip and raised his brows at you.

You started to blush. You looked down at your feet trying to keep him from seeing how red you started to turn. “Sweetheart, aren’t you going to come and unwrap your gift?” He chuckled.

You shook you head and looked up. You bit your lip and smiled slowly. “What about dinner?”

“I think we can both agree that dessert is going to come first tonight.” He stood up and walked over to you holding the bow in place. He had a little swagger in his walk as he checked you out. He had a hungry look on his face. He stood in front of you, he looked down at you. You felt so small. He lifted up your chin. “So tell me, baby, are you on the naughty or nice list?” He licked his bottom lip slowly.

He held the bow in place as he ran his free hand from your shoulder to your hand. His touch was soft and delicate. It gave you goosebumps your exhale was stuttered. You looked up at Bradley through your lashes. “I think I’ve been on the naughty list and I heard that Santa needs a little helper tonight.”

Bradley smiled deviously down at you he bent down and started to place kisses on your cheek and jawline. You inhaled deeply and placed your hands on his biceps. You slightly tilted your head back so he had more access to your neck. He nipped at your neck and swirled his tongue in circles. You moaned in your throat as your eyes closed. “Bradley…”

You dug your nails into his arms as he kissed up to your ear. He nibbled on your ear slightly, in a husky deep tone, “You can ride shot gun on Santa’s sleigh tonight. You’re going to have the best seat in the house.” His mustache grazed you slightly as he whispered in your ear.

You pulled his head so his ear was lightly touching your lips. You sucked on his earlobe gently. He tensed up against you. “Oh baby, that feels so good.” He grabbed one of your hands and placed it on the bow, “Let’s open up your gift, sweetheart. It’s a jack-in-a-box.”

Bradley caressed your face as he kissed you hard. He pushed you onto your knees and you looked up at him as you undid the bow. You bit and licked your lips slowly. He was breathing heavily as he looked down at you. He massaged your head as you unwrapped your gift, “That’s daddy’s good girl. I hope you like what I’ve got you for Christmas, baby girl.”

You untied the last bit of the bow and his erection came up and hit you on the cheek. Bradley chuckled as he ran his hand from your head to your cheek. You grabbed his hand and put his thumb in your mouth. You sucked and circled your tongue around it. You looked up at him with so much lust in your doe-eyes. Your eyes rolled back as you sucked it a little harder.

Bradley exhaled completely as he grabbed onto your hair. You watched as his cock twitched in front of you. You popped his thumb out of your mouth and kissed his wet tip. You pecked it over and over again, his pre-cum stretched from his slit to your lips. You licked your lips slowly. “I want you to stuff my stocking tonight, Bradley,” you said in a whining tone.

Bradley grabbed you by the throat and brought you up to your feet, “I am going to ice you like a fucking gingerbread house, baby.” He took your bottom lip between his teeth. He pulled on it gently as he kept eye contact with you. “Come sit on Santa’s cock and tell him what you want.” He smashed his lips into yours. He started to tear your clothes off of you. “I wanna see your fucking sugar plumbs, sweetheart. I wanna taste them.” He tore your bra off of you causing the hooks to snap.

He licked a strip in between your breasts. He made his way up and sucked on your collar bone while he massaged both of your breasts in his big strong hands. He groaned against your chest as your rubbed your hands all over his muscles. Your hands crept their way to his back. Your nails carved lines into his shoulder blades. He kissed up your neck to your lips. He kissed you sloppily. He slipped his tongue into your mouth. You felt butterflies throughout your stomach and chest. You felt the heat raise into your cheeks. Your limbs started to tingle from all the pleasure. You could barely breath, stand, think. Your body was full of pleasure. “Oh god, I really need you right now.”

Bradley picked you up, not breaking the kiss. He carried you to the kitchen. He pushed you up against the refrigerator. He opened one of the doors and rummaged through the side compartments. He pulled out whipped cream and eggnog. He slammed the door and brought you over to the dinner table. He placed the condiments on the table and pulled the chairs out. He sat you up on the table he pushed your legs apart so he could tease your clit with his thumb.

He continued to kiss you hard as his thumb traced circles over your clit. You legs started to twitch at the tingling sensation he was creating. He pushed all the Christmas decor off the table and laid you down. Your back hit the cold wood, you hissed. Bradley kissed your nipples. He licked them to make them wet. They got hard from the cold air. He pinched and rolled each nipple between his fingers as he slowly kissed down your torso.

His breath was shaken against your wet folds. You shuddered when you felt his mustache and nose graze against you. You whined as he teased you. He stayed still, admiring how wet you were. He looked up at you as he made his tongue wide and lapped your wet slit. “Oh fuck.” You were barely able to say it fully. Bradley licked and sucked on your pussy. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your back slightly arching off of the table. You grabbed onto his hair and pulled him deeper into you. He started to shake his head side to side as his nose rubbed against your clit.

He moaned into your pussy. He was still delicately pinching and rolling your nipples in his fingers. He sucked hard on your clit causing you to cum on his face. He stood up and wiped his face. He slowly licked you off of his hands. He grabbed the eggnog and poured it into your belly button. "This is gonna taste so good, sweetheart." He licked the excess that started to drip down your side. It sent goosebumps all over your torso. He licked up all the eggnog from your belly button. He started to give you body kisses. He always knew how to drive you wild. He knew how to take car of you. “You taste so damn good, baby girl.” He continued to rub your body and kiss you all over.

He gripped your hips hard and pulled you into him. “I want the neighbors to know my name, baby.” He grabbed you by the throat and brought you back up to his lips. He licked your lips and blew on them. He pulled you in squeezing your neck tighter as he kissed you. You reached down and started to pump him in your hands. He started to buck his hips up into your hands. He moaned in your mouth as you worked him.

“You are a dirty little ho ho ho.” He climbed onto the table with you. It creaked and sounded like it was cracking underneath you. He ran his hands up and down your body, pressing his fingers into your skin as he slid his hands down. He ran his tongue from the tip of your pussy all the way up to your lips. He grabbed your face aggressively. You looked at him with a sexy doe-eyed look. Your lips slightly parted. “Open your fucking mouth.”

You smiled and licked you lips. Your lips parted and he spit into your mouth. “Swallow it, Santa’s little helper.” He smiled at you deviously as you swallowed his spit. He seductively looked at you as he slowly draped your legs over his shoulders. He took his Santa hat off and placed it on your head. He pulled it down to cover your eyes. “Element of surprise, baby.” You gasped and gulped hard, you closed your eyes.

Bradley kissed your legs slowly and leaving trails of saliva on your calves. He slid his calloused hands down to your hips. He spit on one of his hands and rubbed it over your sleek folds. He lined himself up with your opening. He teased you by rubbing his tip up and down your slit. He slid into you slowly. A low growl came from his lips. “Oh you’re so tight, baby.” You inhaled sharply as he started to fill you. Your head hung off the edge of the table. You gasped as he bottomed out.

"Holy shit Brad, this feels so fucking good." The feeling was intense. Your legs started to shake from the pleasure.

“How’s that for a stocking stuffer?” He pulled himself slowly from you and them rammed his hips into you. He fucked you slowly and every so often he would ram himself into you. Nothing but moans, groans, and skin slapping filled Bradley’s dining area. He got on his knees and held your legs straight up. He steadily thrusted himself in and out of you. He threw his head back as he felt himself getting near to his climax. He gripped your ankles tight. "I want you to cum all over me, baby."

He looked down and watched as his cock hit your walls. He could see himself in your stomach. “Oh my fucking god, y/n.” He worked his hips slightly to give you another angle. He felt a new warm sensation rush over him. His body started to tingle as he pounded into you. He watched as you came all over his cock. Every time he would come out slightly he would be covered more and more with your cum. He tore the Santa hat from your head and turned you around.

"Are you Santa's little helper, or Santa's little slut?" He slapped your ass and you whined.

Bradley pushed your head into the table as he grabbed your hands. He tied them together with the Santa hat. He gripped your wrists in one of his hands. The other grabbed the whipped cream and sprayed some on your spine. He licked and sucked on your back as he fucked you relentlessly. He pulled your hair and slowed his pace. He pushed his whole length into you and stayed there for a little bit. You could feel him throb inside of you. Your walls started to clench his hard cock. He started to shift up and down. You could feel him rubbing against your cervix. The friction rubbing against your already sensitive swollen clit.

You started to shake in his grasp. Your breathing intensified as you started to squirt all over him. "Oh Bradley. I want you to fill me up."

He hissed as you squeezed him tightly. You could feel him shaking. He pulled himself from you and slammed back into you hard, “Oh Bradley! Fuck!” Your pornographic moans lit a new fire in him. He let go of your hair and wrists. He grabbed onto your hips and fucked you hard.

He was yelling out as he hit your cervix with every thrust. “Oh god! Oh baby! I’m right there! Oh you’re doing so good, baby girl.” He dug his nails into your hips as he thrusted one more time into you.

You both yelled out in unison. You had cum for the third time. You were spent. Your body shaking, but limp from being worked. Bradley dropped all his weight onto you. He stuck to your back, dripping sweat, hair messed up, cheeks rosy, pupils blown. He was trying to catch his breath. He finally got up and slipped himself out of you. Your legs twitched when your body’s weren’t connected anymore. You got off of the table and stood with him as he leaned up against the cabinets.

He had his head tilted back. He was breathing hard, body glistening with sweat. You went and cupped his face, “Best Christmas gift ever.”

He looked down at you and chuckled. “That was for choosing to be on the naughty list, sweetheart. You should see what I have lined up for when you want to be on the nice list.” He winked and placed a long kiss on your forehead. He draped his arms around you.

“So how about some dinner now, Bradley?” You raised your brows up at him.

He nodded, “But we eat naked. Dinner is just an energy boost for round two.” He smirked seductively. You kissed his lips sweetly and walked away to serve yourself a plate.

Bradley watched his cum drip down your thighs as you walked.

“God I can’t wait for dessert again.”

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I hope you all enjoyed this early little Christmas gift. This is all I really really want for Christmas. I will literally go to the mall and tell Santa that I want Mi Tell/ Brad Brad for Christmas. 😂🎅🏼🎄 Happy holidays, babes! I love you all so much! I will see you for our regular scheduled story! 🫶🏼

Santa's little ho ho ho's are tagged in the comments 💕

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syddsatyrn · 2 years

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☆Pairing: - Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

☆Warnings: Fluff, sexual themes, Eddie takes nudes for the reader, smoking, Characters are all 18+

Minors DNI, scram!

☆Words: 1.8k

☆Summary: Eddie doesn't have a lot of money, but he’s determined to get you a Christmas present. He gets creative with a polaroid camera and comes up with a more "personalized" gift. (You're gonna want to scroll to the bottom lol, trust me)

☆Notes: This fic is apart of a holiday prompt challenge @hellfiremunsonn and I are doing for our Christmas event. You can find that post Here. We will be doing holiday prompts and request all month long so come join us!

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Eddie might not be the smartest, the strongest or the most well behaved person on this planet. But one trait he did possess was determination. Eddie had been saving up, selling extra weed, pinching every penny from his shows. But he just still didn't quite have enough to pay for all the things he wanted to get you. You deserve only the very best after all. It's the middle of December, he doesn't have very much time left to curate the perfect Christmas gift. Okay, maybe he did procrastinate a little.

Eddie sits crisscross on his bed, sorting coins and loose paper bills. When he realizes he only has about 55 dollars, he sighs. Maybe Uncle Wayne was right about getting a real job. That wasn't going to stop him though. This is actually a rather important Christmas. In January, your parents want to take you to Italy as a graduation gift. Now, don’t get it wrong, he was happy for you . But he's never been away from you for this long and it worries him.

What if she meets some hot Italian guy with money and class? You come from a pretty wealthy family, it’s never been a problem before, but Eddie can help but feel a little inadequate in comparison to what he imagines you should go for. He taps his chin, trying to turn the wheels in his brain. “C’mon, Eddie, think…”

Eddie’s mind wandered for a bit but his eyes suddenly focused on your polaroid camera hanging off his bedroom door handle. You had left it here and Almost immediately the thought popped into his head. He gets up and grabs the camera strap, trying to remember how this thing works. He inspects it carefully, noticing the timer on the lens barrel, “Seems easy enough…”

Eddie has never done this before for girls he’s dated in the past. He’s thought about it, but he didn't feel like he could be spontaneous or confident enough. Eddie trusts you far more than you know, and wants to show you that he does. He feels completely safe with you and knows you love him no matter what.

He places the camera on top of his amp and removes his shirt, tossing it somewhere. He sets the timer and sits on his bed, leaning forward, elbow on his knees, and an evil look in his eye. His long brown curls cascade around his face. The camera flashes and makes a whirring noise then the polaroid slowly prints. Eddie takes it between his fingers and shakes it gently. After some waiting, the picture was clear enough to see.

He was initially rather surprised it came out looking exactly how he wanted. With heightened confidence, he grabs the camera and hops onto the bed. Eddie leaned against the wall and angled the camera low. Another flash and another polaroid but this one featured his waistline in a pair of low hanging sweatpants. Examining his work, he’s kind of proud of himself, they actually look really good.

Eddie grabs an envelope from his desk and places the photos inside for safe keeping. He pulls a cigarette from the pack near his bedside table and lights it. He takes a second to think, staring at the camera on his bed, maybe he should take a couple more?

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Loud chimes from the alarm clock fill the room, shaking Eddie from his sleep. He scrambled to hit the button on the top to silence it. He lets out a weary sigh and pulls a cigarette from the pack on his nightstand. He lights it and saunters over to his bedroom window, it has stopped snowing, but a blanket of white coated the trailer park and it didn't look like it was going away anytime soon.

It's Christmas day, he's been looking forward to giving you this gift for over a week now and the suspense is killing him. Eddie opens his bedroom door, figuring now is a good time to make coffee. But to his surprise, sitting in his doorway is a red paper bag with a note attached to it.

“Nephew, I know we agreed not to get presents this year but I couldn't pass this up. I went to town to help some folks get their cars unstuck. Be back before dinner.”

Merry Christmas, Ed

- Uncle Wayne

He peers into the bag and pulls out a pair of chunky black boots. Great timing considering he has to leave the house in this weather. Uncle Wayne really came through today. He makes a mental note to thank him later tonight. Eddie proceeds with his normal routine, a cup of coffee with a joint and then he gets dressed. He layers up with a long sleeve shirt under a black hoodie. Eddie added a red flannel on top of that, then his leather jacket. The boots Wayne gifted him are extremely comfortable. His other pair are completely tattered and the tread is worn down to nothing.

Eddie grabs a large dark blue bag out of his closet. He goes over his mental check-list before heading out the door. Keys, wallet, smokes, lighter, present. When he opened the door a rush of cold air cut through him like a knife. He shuts the door and locks it behind, the snow crunches under his feet as he makes his way down the front steps and to his van. She started right up and Eddie breathed a sigh of relief.

You didn't live far from him, about a 15 minute drive. The roads had been plowed so the operation doesn't seem so treacherous. Eddie popped an Iron maiden tape into his vans cassette player, music always helps him concentrate. He parks down the road a little and trudges his way through the snow and up your driveway, gift in hand.

He took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell to your family home. He could hear all sorts of clamor behind the door. Children laughing and playing, conversations, and classical music meld together. Then you open the door, a bright smile on your face, the same smile that melts Eddie’s cold heart every time.

“Hey! Merry Christmas!” You say as you throw your arms around his neck. Eddie uses his free arm to pull you closer, you look down at the black paper bag then meet his gaze. “What do you have here, handsome?” Your voice is smooth and sweet, it sends a chill up his spine.

“Just a little something for the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He peppers your face with kisses and you pull him inside by the collar of his jacket. Immediately after that, your mom walks around the corner and visibly gets excited.

“Eddie! I’m so glad you made it! Are you hungry?” She asks, always offering him food every time he visits.

“Yes ma’am, of course I am. It’s always nice to see you again.”

“Oh you too, sugar.” She notices the bag, “Awe! How sweet! Did you bring that for y/n?”

“Should I open it now?” You laugh at your mom’s usually nosy antics.

“No! No…uhh it's very personal.” Eddie falters, attempting to save face.

“Okay, whatever you say. We can go to my room.” You giggle at how worked up he is, the curiosity is killing you, what could be so “personal” in this mystery bag. You take Eddie's hand and lead him upstairs, once you pass the threshold of your bedroom, Eddie shuts the door behind him.

“Oooo so secretive.” You giggle and Eddie smiles, his eyes however tell you that he's a little nervous. Eddie hands you the bag and you sit on the bed. The first thing you pull out is an envelope, but Eddie tells you to open that last. The second thing you grab is a hoodie, you unfold it and immediately recognize the texture. It’s the Metallica hoodie you steal from him every time you come over.

“It's yours now.” He says with that signature smirk you still can't get enough of.

“Eddie I–”

“Nope. I will not be taking any criticism at this time.” He retorts and crosses his arms. Next, you pull out a small, rectangular black box with a red ribbon. You open it and gasp softly and stare in awe at the beautiful stainless steel chain with a small heart shaped lock pendant.

“Oh my god, Eddie, this is so pretty. ” You turn your back to him and motion for Eddie to help you put it on.

“Only the best for my girl.” He says proudly, grabbing both ends of the chain and clasping them together. You push all your hair to the side and reposition the pendant. You look at him for approval but all he can do is smile. His nervous thoughts about not being able to spend more on you faded the more he saw how much you love it. “Okay, okay. Now you can open the envelope.”

“Saving the best for last?” You tease as you carefully tear open the front of the envelope.

“Maybe.” Eddie can't stop smiling, but there is a slight red tint spreading across his face as he watches you open it.

Upon looking inside, you see a piece of paper, most likely another one of his hand written love letters you adore so much. But there are about 5 polaroids in there. You take them out and carefully examine the first one, you can feel your face growing warm. You flip through each one very quickly and immediately hide your face in your sweater sleeves.

“EDDIE! Oh my god!” You’re absolutely shocked. This was definitely a surprise to you. Your face felt like it was on fire. Why does he have to be so hot at unexpectedly, Eddie always seems to keep you on your toes.

He starts cackling and saunters over to you and cups your cheek. “I didn't want you to forget what you’re leaving behind when you visit Italy.”

“A very good reminder indeed.” You giggle and lace your fingers with his other hand, “I couldn't forget you even if I tried.” Eddie presses his lips to yours, starting off slowly, you hook your index finger around the collar of his hoodie and pull him just a little closer. Eddie carefully crawls on top of you while his lips travel across your jaw, pinning you to the bed.

“Do you wanna know what I got you for Christmas?” You coo in his ear as you card your fingers through his long brown locks and tuck some of his hair behind his ear.

“Hmm..?"

“ I can't tell you because it's personal.” You mock his earlier statement and he chuckles under his breath followed by a huff.

“But I could show you.”

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“I wanted to do something different, make it so you can’t get me out of your head, you know? These are FOR YOU only. Merry Christmas, sweetheart. Enjoy your Vacation, you deserve it.”

-Love,

Eddie ♥️

Disclaimer: (Not my photo, I shopped this with photos from Pinterest)

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redlegumes · 10 months

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Dec 2nd: Came Back Wrong

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles

Summary: A holiday card marked 'return to sender' and Eddie remind Steve who his family is.

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“Looks like one of the cards came back to us babe,” Eddie said, flipping through bills. He handed Steve the battered blue envelope that Steve instantly recognized from their Christmas cards that year.

Steve looked at the neat block lettering the recipient had used to print the words ‘return to sender' above the address, and quickly noticed that the envelope was… altered. It was obvious to Steve that it'd gone through more wear than regular transport could have created.

“Stevie?” Eddie stopped looking through their other mail and set it on the kitchen counter before walking up to Steve. He ran his hands up and down Steve's arms, and began to stare daggers at the offending piece of mail in Steve's hand. “You're a little frozen there. What's wrong?”

Steve cleared his throat to speak, but his own voice still felt a little far away. “It's ‘return to sender,’ but it came back wrong.”

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“Uh, looks like a letter sweetheart,” Eddie said. His brow furrowed and Steve caught sight of one eyebrow raising slowly. “Which address was it?”

“Yeah, it- it's just a card,” Steve mumbled, his hands clenched the envelope a little tighter. “It was addressed to my parents.”

Eddie softly asked, “can I see?” Steve didn't respond, or fight when Eddie gently tugged it free from his grip. Instead Steve pictured exactly what was in the envelope. A secular, ‘happy holidays’ card with a blanket sort of sentiment on the front. He and Eddie weren't particularly religious, but they enjoyed the holiday season all the same. The cards they’d chosen that year were blank inside and Steve had spent a long time, not just building a list of recipients but on the letters he wrote out in each one.

The best part of the cards that year were the mall portraits Steve and Eddie ordered. They were in matching red long johns with a Christmas themed background. They even managed to get Lucifer (their three year old tortoise shell cat) and Bird (their mystery mutt) posed with them. Wearing bows. Wrangling the pets into the J.C. Penny photo studio alone had been a feat. Steve normally still chuckled even thinking about it, and Eddie's embellished tale of the event had already come up at multiple holiday parties.

He wondered if the photo would still be inside.

“Ah, I see what you mean now.” Eddie had a grimace on his face as his dexterous fingers turned the envelope over and ran along the top edge.

Someone had opened the card, and not in an unintentional way. There was no evidence that someone ripped it open, assuming it was a card for them before realizing the mistake and sending it back through the post. No, the envelope had been carefully slit across the top, something one might be able to do with a very sharp letter opener. Steve pictured such a letter opener in detail: being lifted from a wooden, velvet lined box on a desk, the blade sharp, handle heavy, real silver throughout kept free of tarnish.

Eddie practically growled as his nail picked at the single piece of scotch tape that had re-sealed the top edge. “Assholes.” He pulled it off and took out the card, glancing briefly at the careful script Steve had written inside before plucking out their photo. Eddie marched to the fridge where he moved a large souvenir magnet from their California trip to secure it to the front door, centered over the other holiday cards already collaged over the appliance. He hooked Steve’s fingers when he walked back, heading directly to their small home’s fireplace. “We can always use more kindling,” he said, kneeling to nestle the card and envelope between the logs already placed there to light later that day.

Steve nodded, and Eddie took his face in his hands. His calloused grasp was steady, and Steve let himself become absorbed in the hot chocolate brown gaze holding his own. “You made lovely cards this year and our family photo is in the hands of everyone we care about this year. Everyone who loves us sent us cards too.” He kissed Steve’s nose, and sighed. "Are you going to be okay, knowing there was one that came back wrong?”

“I will be,” Steve replied, kissing Eddie on the lips. The kiss was sweet, but Steve also basked in the knowledge he’d built a loving family. One that chose him in return. One that proved, time and time again, what right looked like.

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bacchicly · 6 months

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A TURNING POINT

AKA Chapter 3 - Mountain Air (originally posted on Fanfic.net in 2021)

OR read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54640615/chapters/138581950

Summary: What really happened after Luke and Penelope gave Phil is his puppy!

NOTE: Thank you to everyone who reads this and especially those who leave comments! This chapter has mixed POVs and is set just after 13x07. It is just lots of lots of connection and lovely fluff...nothing particularly smutty for those who are here for mostly that. Don't worry more will come. Hope you enjoy!

Neither Penelope nor Luke have stopped smiling since they left a very happy but tired Phil and a happy but even sleepier Lou.

After the big reveal at Phil's physical therapy appointment, and once it was established that Lou was going to ride home with Phil in his usual pre-arranged taxi, they had made a quick plan to rendez-vous at Phil's place. Luke and Pen had then spent a more than just a few hours helping Phil set up his house as a doggie paradise. While Luke installed a doggie door to the backyard and made sure there was no way the puppy could escape the small yard by mending the fence in a couple places, Penelope and Phil got to work finding the perfect places for the about a million things that they had brought in from Luke's truck.

There was enough food for Lou's first week (similar to Roxy's diet but modified for Lou's puppiness), organic dog biscuits, food and water bowls, a slightly sparkly but still butch doggie placemat, a crate for home, a travel carrier, a grooming kit, two different pooper scooper contraptions, a rainbow of differently patterned poop bags, several themed leash / collar sets, doggie booties for rain and different ones for winter, a doggie raincoat, a doggie winter coat, three doggie sweaters in progressively bigger sizes, one doggie Christmas stocking, no less than five different doggie beds, and at least one of one of every type of doggie toy available at the local pet store.

Luke and Penny had basically conducted a raid of the establishment earlier that day before picking up Lou as arranged with a local breeder. The two FBI agents had been like kids in a candy store - laughing and joking - eventually each were pushing an overflowing cart. Penelope swears she saw Luke skip a few times... and the result was that Lou may be the most recent winner of "dog with the most things" award. The eyes of the lady at the checkout had been as big as saucers as she rang up the giant bill; which was then paid for by Luke with a laugh and flourish of his charge card.

The last thing they presented to Phil was a gift certificate for puppy obedience lessons and another equivalent to three doggie spa sessions with a local groomer. Penelope had, of course, checked that both businesses would be fully accessible to Phil whether he was in a wheelchair or not. As they left, Luke promised to drop in tomorrow to see how man and puppy were doing - while Penelope programmed her cell number into Phil's phone and demanded to be texted doggie photos DAILY.

Luke places his hand on Penelope's lower back as she boosts herself into the passenger seat of his truck. Not only could he not seem to stop touching her today - a palm to her lower back, his fingers on her elbow as he guided her to the truck as she carried Lou, an arm slung over her shoulder as they stood watching Phil get to know his new buddy - he knew he couldn't remember a better day. He was so glad he had gone against his first instinct to do it all himself - even when his first Google search for a puppy came up snake eyes - and had instead asked the BAU's resident tech genius and all around expert in pet things to help him. Together they had been able to find the perfect puppy for his best friend. Plus, on top of the joy of finally feeling like he had done something good for his best friend, doing it with her made the whole experience extra incredible.

As Luke jumped into his side of the car, he looked over at the beaming blond and felt his heart beat a bit harder. He really didn't want the day to end. So as he is backing out of Phil's driveway he asks...

"Hey, I'm starving - do you want to go grab something to eat before I drop you home?"

"um...I should probably get home...I need to feed Sergio...and um turn in."

"We don't have to work tomorrow - or at least hopefully - let me say thank you for all your help today. If you want we can stop by your place first and feed Sergio... and..." he glanced at the dashboard clock "..in fact, um it's later than I thought it would be...Roxy's due home in less than an hour...how about we feed Sergio - then pick up some food and go back to my place? Pretty please? With sugar on top?" He reaches over and squeezes her knee over her skirt "You can choose what we order...I just really don't want today to end."

"I get to choose what we order? And we stop in to check on Sergio? And I get to see your sweet girl?"

"Scouts honour, Chica."

"Oh alright. You've caught me in a weak moment."

She puts both of her hands over the one he's put on her knee. His insides do a giant somersault.

He can't help but glance at her quickly as he asks:

"Yeah?

She nods and grins.

"Yeah."

He flips his hand on her knee over so he's holding her hand.

"Yeah?!"

She's laughing and nodding now. She intertwines her fingers with his.

"Yeah!"

He squeezes her hand and smiles at her quickly.

"Cool. We'll eat."

She's squeezes back and smiles and nods some more.

"Yeah!"

They both look straight ahead grinning ear to ear.

After a few minutes she turns her head cheekily...

"Alvez?

"Yeah?"

"I'm still never going to stop giving you crap."

They laugh and hold hands all the way to her place.

Sergio is on the top of his new super glam cat tree. It's clear from the fur all over it that it is a well used and loved addition to the apartment. He opens one eye when he hears "Ok we've got 15 minutes to devote to Sergio then we gotta split if we're going to be back in time to meet Roxy's sitter!" from down the hall outside the apartment "So no dillydallying Ms Garcia!" then there's a much more feminine and familiar "I bet I am faster than you! Race you to the door!" then a deep "You're on!" followed by a squealed "Wait! Alrighty Mr. Super Special Agent...1,2,3..." then a low-ish kinda squealy "Hey!" then a high breathy giggly "Go!" and then the sound of running heeled-footsteps and Penelope's screaming laugh in the hall... .

Now Sergio picks up that the deep human voice is also laughing and there are more footsteps - no heels - "Tickling is cheating! Oh no you don't! I'm going to get you Penelope Garcia!" It sounds like she's being chased down the hall but in way that Sergio might describe as kitten-ish since she sounds to be enjoying it.

Next thing Sergio knows, there is a thump against the door and her laughter gets more and more wild and breathless "Stop it! I need to find my key!" more giggling and then "Stop! Stop!" "Ok, Chica but no more cheating in foot races!" then a triumphant "Found it!" and the key can be heard in the lock.

Humans! Sergio stretches but stays on his perch so that he can be ready for whatever mayhem Penelope has brought home. Although it had better include dinner and an ear scratch or he'll have to think up some suitable revenge.

The two humans practically fall into the apartment when the door opens. His Penelope, of course, addresses him right away as is proper and crosses to reach up and scratch his head. Sergio notes that the man is the one who delivered his current throne - so he supposes he's allowed to stay for at least a few moments.

"Hey Sergio! Good day, little man? Scritch then dinner?"

Sergio meows assent, so she gives one last round of ear scritches and then heads to the kitchen. Sergio, for his part, starts to make his way down the tree - pausing to sharpen his claws a bit on one of the posts and then again to let the man stroke him a couple times.

"See how much Sergio loves his tree you got him? I still don't know how I will ever thank you enough, Luke!"

"Penelope - first of all you have given Roxy like a billion things and second of all even of you had never done anything nice for me or Roxy ever before today - which we both know is not the case - I'm pretty sure you've paid your debt today!"

"Today was wonderful. I should be thanking you for letting me a part of it! Who knew giving puppies to good homes would be my jam?"

"Survey says...ding ding ding ding..In number one place for "Penelope's Jams", that was our number one answer, folks!"

"Oh shush."

But their eyes catch and they are both smiling again at each other for a long moment.

Luke is the first to break the moment and asks:

"So...can I do anything to help? Do you need to change or grab anything before we go out again? We've got..." he looks at his watch "exactly 7 minutes until we should be back on the road."

"Um if you could refresh Sergio's water - I'll just run and make sure his box is tidy and maybe I'll just throw on something a bit cozier? We're just going to hang out eat and maybe watch some TV or um something right?"

"That was what I was thinking."

He's got that look that she'd begun to think of as his heart-eyes again...but she doesn't want to think too hard about it. Today has been too special - so she smiles and spins off to make sure Sergio has nice clean litter. She doesn't have much time - so she can't freak out or fret too much about finding the perfect outfit. She wants to be comfy and sure a bit cute...but also she doesn't want it too look too much like she's trying...honestly she has no idea exactly what is happening between the two of them - which would normally freak her out - but for some reason it's not. She quickly settles on a nice lacy copper and teal underwear and bra set...trying not to think about why that pair appeals to her in this moment - then a favourite pair of pink polka dot fleece pants and a lilac t-shirt with a wide neck that shows her bra strap. The front has a line drawing of a winking cat and coppery purple curly letters shouting out "Cats are better than people - but you're alright". She puts on a comfy but cute pair of runners - they will probably take Roxy for a walk - does a lightning quick hair accessory and glasses change - both frames and hair bow are coppery and teal and sort of steampunk inspired but not over the top - and gives herself a quick once over in the mirror - perfect. At the last minute, she bites her lip and then makes a decision. She grabs a little wooden box from the drawer of her bedside table.

She's back out in the living room in 6 minutes and 30 seconds flat.

"Ta da!"

She does a little pirouette, grabs her purse and slips the box in quickly, then chooses a coat, bends over to give a quick but loving goodbye pat to Sergio, and then, as she heads for the door, calls over her shoulder to a staring Luke Alvez with a wink:

"Whatcha waiting for, Newbie? We don't want to be late! To the truck! No dillydallying now, Mr. Alvez."

The evening was pretty much the definition of awesome perfectness. They arrived at Luke's house just moments before Roxy and her sitter, ate an amazing meal ordered from an amazing Thai place she loved - and Luke even ordered all vegetarian without her even needing to remind him that she didn't eat meat. They had all then taken a walk around the neighbourhood and when the three of them got back - man, dog, and woman - sat together and watched a new movie none of them had seen yet. The movie was definitely what Spencer would call a film not a movie - and turned out to be as engaging, thought provoking, and even funny and sweet as the previews had promised. During the movie - ahem film - she had rested her head on his shoulder and put a hand on his thigh. He had put his arm around her shoulders - his fingers drawing circles on her upper shoulder just under where the neckline crosses her arm.

As the credits roll, Luke marvels at how in this moment everything felt very - what could describe it... adult and comfortable seemed to be in the right ballpark. What was it about her that made him feel so particular about words? It had felt like they were a couple today - an old married couple who forgot their cues and got annoyed and forgave small transgressions and touched and smiled and laughed and worked together as a team. He was still very aware of her and how sexy she was - how part of him was having a total body freak out party just because she was in the room ...not to mention he was touching her. He was still very aware of how much he wanted to do things with her - but another part of him felt a different type of joy that left him at peace and whole. There had been hints of this before between them - but nothing compared to what he was feeling now. So what was next? What to do with all of this?

He didn't know but for some reason he also wasn't in a hurry to solve the riddle. He was ok with letting things be. That didn't mean what he was feeling wasn't intense or even a bit scary - but it did mean he was willing to trust this strange new in-between.

Penelope was having similar thoughts. The fact that her mind felt calm and clear in this moment - comfortable rather than anxious was novel and gently addictive. She too was aware of his body and strength and her fierce attraction to him that stemmed from the realm of physical but was coloured with many more layers. Today had been momentous - she had known for awhile that Luke was a truly remarkable - respectable - man, but today she had seen that it went even deeper. Oh, she knew neither of them were perfect, but somehow they made a very good team. They seemed to balance each other and bring out the best qualities they each had to offer. She was in awe of this man for what he brought to the world: the battles he had faced and the heart that he was still willing to open. She knew it was love she was feeling - but she wasn't quite sure yet what type of love. After all didn't she love every single member of her BAU Family and Luke was part of that.

One thing she knew was that there wasn't the panicky showy insecurity that often ran through her with potential romantic partners...the feeling that she usually took as evidence she was interested in someone. That feeling had raced through her when she first met this man - this man she was comfortably and without fear sitting beside - it was those feelings that had caused her to fight or scurry away whenever he was near.

No, that near-panic-easily-confused-as-lust-or-love-or-anger-or-danger was no longer what she felt around this man...but she wasn't sure what it meant - except she knew it was somehow sacred and precious. So what to do? What would adult Penelope do now?

Finally the last of the credits have run and the screen goes to black. They sit there for another few minutes not moving or speaking. Just being with each other and their thoughts. Penelope surprises even herself when she looks up at him - pulling back slightly so she can see his eyes - and speaks quietly and confidently but in a voice that is still true sparkly blue Penelope:

"I did a thing."

To be continued...

#criminal minds #luke alvez #penelope garcia #garvez #Mountain Air

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philaet0s · 2 months

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First Line Analysis

thanks for the tag @run-for-chamo-miles

RULES: post the first lines of your last 10 fics/chapters posted on AO3 (if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics) and try to draw some conclusions

I love this idea, I love first lines, I'm generally careful about the first line of my fics because I know that when I read books, the opening line is very important to me. I want to be drawn in

Lines

(from most to least recent)

"Look, we all have guilty pleasures." from @bazpitchsirlbf

"Hey, you’re alone this weekend right?" (text message) from Performances

"I sit up, Fiona’s taste still on my lips." from A Sexually Explicit Kind of Love Affair

"I like packing Snow’s lunch." from Simon's Girlfriend

"(11:23 PM) hey, who’s this?" (text message) from You Look Better in This Light

"I’ve never been good at packing bags." from Hold on to the Memories

(if you go to my ao3 profile and look at my most recent fics there are fics between these two but I don't 'count' them because they're follow ups to another fic)

7. "I think my leg is broken." from The Worst Kind of Good

8. "The kettle is on, the bread is in the toaster, Baz is already sitting down, reading the news on his phone." from How To Make Christmas Merry

9. "Agatha’s goats, like, comment -babies❤️-, scroll, Shepard’s monthly photo dump, like, comment –🔥-, scroll, the baby of some girl I went to secondary school with, scroll, Penny’s new vivid blue hair, like, comment -YOU LOOK SO GOOD OMG💙-, scroll, some group picture, scroll, glasses on the table of a bar, scroll." from Made Your Mark On Me

10. "This whole thing started, like many incidents happening at Watford, with Snow’s uncontrollable magic." from Wanna Know That Body Like It's Mine

Analysis

So clearly I like starting with short sentences, as a majority of those are short sentences. I also have a tendency of starting in medias res or with something that's supposed to catch the attention of the reader.

+ looking at the first lines like this I'm noticing that I do seem to introduce 'important' themes/plot points from the fic in the first line

1. 'guilty pleasure' + the sentence is written in a way that has simon adressing the audience, like he addresses his followers in the fic

3. focus on sex, like how Ebb and Fiona's relationship revolves around it in the fic + Ebb is the one who pleasured Fiona, not the other way around, set up for how Ebb is always bending over backwards to please Fiona with hardly any reciprocation

4. Baz packing Simon's lunches is the trigger for Simon talking about his 'girlfriend' at work + Baz does something for Simon that is traditionally done by a woman for her partner, so he 'takes on' that feminine roll that Simon pretends he has in their relationship when he doesn't say that it's not a girlfriend he has but a boyfriend to his colleague,

5. simon technically knows the person the phone number belongs to because he wouldn't have a phone number from a stranger written down on his notebook, but he doesn't *actually* know who it is, which mirrors the way he thinks he knows baz but *truly* gets to know him through their text messages in the fic,

6. this one can't possibly be perceived by someone reading the fic, but when i wrote it i was giggling to myself because i liked the idea of having baz struggle with 'packing bags' a lazy metaphor for moving on (you know, that overused image of a packing your things and leaving a situation), because that boy LIVES with everything that has ever happened to him burdening him constantly, while having simon speedrun through 'moving on' because he just doesn't think about bad things (he doesn't think about Ebb's death until Baz comes in with all that literal and metaphorical emotional bagage for him -he literally packed something for Simon that is very emotionally-charged and brings back difficult memories)

7. Simon thinking coldly and rationally about a broken leg, because that's something he's used to (doesn't freak him out and anymore) and that he therefore knows (can tell that his leg is probably broken), which is a consequence of the way the Mage treats him like a weapon

8. the general notion of domesticity + setting up the sweet, fluffy mood of the fic

Tagging anyone who wants to do this!!

#fanfiction #snowbaz #baz pitch #simon snow

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ashleyfanfic · 2 years

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I posted 1,993 times in 2022

That's 559 more posts than 2021!

56 posts created (3%)

1,937 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@adecila

@joseph-quinns

@muttpeeta

@lavenderfables

@thetipsychrissy

I tagged 1,259 of my posts in 2022

Only 37% of my posts had no tags

#stranger things - 226 posts

#eddie munson - 226 posts

#eddissy - 208 posts

#hellcheer - 177 posts

#bridgerton - 145 posts

#eddie x chrissy - 136 posts

#jonerys - 136 posts

#strangerthingsedit - 92 posts

#bridgerton spoilers - 87 posts

#daenerys targaryen - 87 posts

Longest Tag: 79 characters

#[𝖦𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗒];; 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍

My Top Posts in 2022:

This is Jon and Dany from Legend’s of Winter’s Peak for my best friend, @justwandering-neverlost. You’re the best person I know and I love you dearly. I need a gif of Sheldon giving Penny all the baskets for Christmas going “it’s not enough”! This is just a little token of how much I love and appreciate you and all the ways you’ve made my life better. Thank you for your endless patience and help and just amazingness.

29 notes - Posted December 1, 2022

I want to vomit every time I see timothee chalamet as Jon Snow. You people are high.

33 notes - Posted June 2, 2022

Jonerys Remix 2023

Hey guys! So, I know we skipped the last two years, but this year, I think we're gonna do it again.

But I want your input! I want to make it as fun and engaging as possible. I want people to sign up and look forward to the posts and possibilities! With that in mind, here are a few considerations that I've been bouncing around with @justwandering-neverlost I will post a list of couples that are based off the ultimate winner. This isn't based on a poll or anything like that. Feel free to give your opinion in the comments and I will evaluate from there.

ALL FAIRYTALES - Now, this falls under what's your definition of a fairytale. You have your Grimm brothers, your Hans Christian Anderson, and even folklore of different civilizations. Everyone's remix would be based off a couple that falls under this umbrella.

LET'S GO TO THE MOVIES - All couples come from movies. But Ashley, what about movies based on books or tv? Well, you'd have to use the movie as your main source material. Not your only source material, but your main. TOTALLY TUBULAR 80'S - Guys, my love for the 80s knows no bounds. The movies, the tv, the music. So, you'd pick a movie or show made in the 80s and use a couple from that. Now, just to give you an idea of what I mean, Raiders of the Lost Ark was made in the 80s and is fair game. It would give you a pretty broad range, especially considering the Princess Bride and the Neverending Story were all made during that time, you have a pretty wide berth to choose from. PERIOD DRAMAS - Guys, we don't have enough of these. The Rennaissance, Regency, Gilded Age, Turn of the Centry, The Roaring 20s, The Groovy 60s and 70s. Pick your couple and set them in or use their time period. Let your imagination flow and transport us to a different time, with different circumstances. LEAVE IT AS IT IS - Why mess with something that works? No limitations obviously work better, so why start putting them on now? You want the ability to change your mind or couple and not make the work so hard on yourself with having to stick to a theme. I get it. Letting things keep as they are isn't outside the realm of possibilities, but I will take suggestions for couples to add to the list as a lot has happened in a short span of time since the last. So, please, don't be shy! Let me know what you think! I look forward to hearing from you!

55 notes - Posted October 25, 2022

ANNOUNCEMENT POST

Hi guys! So, here it is, the official announcement post for the Jonerys Remix 2023!

RULES All fics must be completed. If you choose to upload a chapter at a time and have them revealed individually, that’s fine as long as fics are uploaded, in full, by 31 May 2023.

Please don’t choose a couple you have already done, but you are allowed to choose a couple that someone else has done.

Two pieces of art and two fics per couple

If you need an extension close to the due date, please message me and let me know.

The pieces for the remix have to be new fics/art and not a chapter of something you have already begun posting

Make sure you tag your posts Jonerys Remix 2023 when posting to either Archive of Our Own or Tumblr. All fics, in order to qualify for submission, must be posted under the group Jonerys Remix 2023 on AO3.

Do not post your fic/art anywhere else until they are revealed to the community.

All fics/art will be revealed on a specified day.

You may claim more than one couple for fics and art.

Now, as for the important dates: (bolded dates have been changed)

5 December 2022 - Announcement Post and Releasing of the list

2 January 2023 - Claiming of couple(s)

1 May 2023 – all fics due to be posted on AO3

10 May 2023 – Fics will start being revealed

THE LIST Make sure you reblog to spread the word. And remember, this is a first come, first serve in terms of claims. So, make sure you have your first, second, and third choice included. If you have a couple you’d like to do that you don’t see on the list, please let me know through PM here on Tumblr. The list is subject to change.

Any questions or comments, please feel free to PM me.

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My #1 post of 2022

I Am A Man On Fire, You A Violent Desire

Chapter 13 - I Want You To Stay

Summary: The fallout from Bran’s revelation and a return home.

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Yeah it’s been a while! Hope you like it!!! Thank you to @justwandering-neverlost for the gorgeous moodboard and the beta read!!

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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agent-oo-z · 5 months

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I like to imagine what an alien/post post apocalypse archaeologist would think if they found my room.

Long post warning. Also run on sentence warning.

Like let’s assume my room is somehow magically preserved so that everything is exactly the way it is right now but like. Maybe a bit aged from time.

My bookshelves are not mainly used for books. The books are part of the decor set up. Different shelves have different themes, like my marvel shelf with all my funky pops and my handful of action figures from when I was obsessed with marvel. Or my animal shelf with my warrior cats and similar animal protagonist series books are kept along side my corresponding animal toys/figures/models(the wolves, the dogs, the cats, the bears). And then there’s the Monsters Inc shelf. There’s also the color specific ones like my white blue and purple shelf or the red shelf or the yellow and black and white shelf. And the “oh shit I have a lot of notebooks and journals I guess these can have their own shelf and I’ll fill the rest of the space with some random decor” shelf.

But that’s just the book shelves. My desk has its own little shelf organizer on it but instead of supplies it’s also just a collection of things. Little plushy keychains and my 3 furbies and my special steve Irwin funky pop.

And my walls. My goal is to have all my walls covered in things. If it can be put up with poster putty I’ll put it on my wall. There’s tickets and posters and postcards and pictures and wax seals and certificates from summer camps and art from loved ones and professional artists and magnets and pearler bead things and convention badges and trading cards and confetti and magnets and broken jewelry charms and an origami heart pouch filled with fortune cookie fortunes and a giant fat head brand golden retriever decal and those plastic glow in the dark stars/planets/comets/etc and the sticker glow in the dark stars/planets/comets/etc and a 3d moon lamp that cycles through the phases of the moon and a cinnamon witches broom and my high school graduation cap and pressed pennies and the thank you cards and drawings I got when I worked at a summer camp and a Polaroid of two children no one in my family recognizes and a Chuck E. Cheese token.

And then the medicine cabinet turned altar with the top dedicated to Bird Mom and then half the top inner shelf is dedicated to her as well and the other half of that shelf is for Loki and then the next shelf down is split between Dionysus and Aphrodite(and Athena is on top of the book shelf next to the medicine cabinet because she doesn’t want to share and also is very picky about what I’m allowed to dedicate to her so she has the least amount of stuff). Also an entire shelf of that book case is dedicated to Bird Mom and my deceased pets and family members.

And because the people who had this house before us were strange in different ways than we are there’s a mount on the ceiling that used to hold up a boxing bag but now it has a magnetic fake succulent in a little ceramic pot and stuffed animal called a Purrmaid that is a combination of an Angora cat and a jellyfish. It also has a crocheted vine with purple and yellow flowers(one is red and yellow but only the one) that connects to the curtain rod and a hook on the wall and goes over the mirror too which is on the wall above the desk. And the mirror has stickers and decals on it but also sticky notes to remind me of random things. Under the vine and over the mirror there’s a string of felt papel picado(spelling?) and then there’s my high school graduation cord connecting the leftmost wall hook above the mirror to the rightmost wall hook above the wall with the door(where the air vent juts out over the top of the bookshelf) and there’s the pompom spider Halloween decoration that’s hanging on that. There’s also two tiny versions of the jellyfish cat in different colors and three Christmas tree ornaments hanging on the hooks supporting it. One ornament is a box of original flavor cheezits and one is a peacock feather eye in a glass casing and a blue and purple and pink gradient acrylic deer with a constellation type pattern on it. The wooden zebra mask that we found at good will is hanging from the hook on the right most part of the wall where the stupid shallow closet juts out. On the wall is also a collection of paper dolls of the various drag queens who have won Ru Paul’s Drag Race (up to season 10 I think?). And then in the closet one of the shelves has all the build a bear my little pony friendship is magic characters I have. And because the closet is so tiny the drawers that contain all the clothes I don’t hang up are actually next to the closet and on top of one of the stacks is a flat surface so of course that’s covered in trinkets and tchotchkes. And then of course there’s the massive pile of stuffed animals wedged into the corner against the wall. It’s between the foot of my bed and the right hand side of my desk(the desk I’ve had since the previous house we lived in, the desk I’ve had since third grade, the desk covered in stickers and unused return labels and duct tape scraps and marker stains and glitter glue and candle wax). Some of them are from media I care about and some are just cute designs and some are based on real creatures(both extant and extinct) and some even have visible repairs.

Like. What would they think of me? Would they be able to tell what was a dedicated altar for spiritual purposes and what was just a collection of items that represent my interests and aesthetics? Would they be able to tell what on my wall was selected for its emotional significance and what was just pretty or perfect to fill that one little spot? Would my sense of humor creep through? Would they be able to tell how much I love animals and zoos? Would they find all the stains ground in to the carpets, the cat fur that clings to most surfaces no matter how often I manage to vacuum, the dirt and grim that finds it’s way into hard to reach places?

Would they catalog my room and leave it as is? Take all its little pieces and separate them by categories and put them in storage? Would they take my soul made manifest in the little living space I can somewhat control and shatter it eternally or tend to it lovingly as they exhibited it for countless onlookers to come and learn about what life was like in my time?

I have a little journal I keep on the windowsill next to my bed. It’s my joy journal. Each day I try to write in it at least three things that I did/saw/heard/ate/etc that brought me joy. But on occasion, when something really big has happened and I just need to process it, I’ll write about it. I even went back and added an intro and a symbol key so that if some future historian comes across it they can learn more about me! I told them my name and pronouns and diagnoses at the time I wrote the note. I also told them about where I was born and raised and where I was going to college at the time and what I was studying and why. I apologized for how atrocious my handwriting is.

(I also threatened to haunt them if they intentionally misgender me)

I hope that they would see how much my little hoard of nonsense meant to me. And that even if they dismantled it or left it alone entirely that someone somewhere would find out about me and think “wow this is so similar to how I live my life, even though our existences are so separated by time and space we do the same things.”

#ani rambles #does this count as poetry

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candy-floss-crazy · 9 months

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inquiringquilter · 10 months

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Quilt Block Mania - December is Forest

Welcome to my stop on the Quilt Block Mania Blog Hop. Each of the designers participating in the hop are sharing a block pattern inspired by this month’s theme, which is Forest!

I love walking in the woods, and for this month’s block I imagined a quiet evening in the woods at Christmas. Above, a single star lights the way. The only witness? A tiny cardinal.

To learn how to get my free pattern, see How Do I Get the Free Silent Witness Pattern? at the end of this post.

To me, a cardinal represents a small glimmer of hope in the bleak winter landscape. So in Silent Witness, although no one else is there to see the bright star that lights the way, the cardinal witnesses it and becomes a reminder to us of hope.

I call my block Silent Witness. It uses raw edge fusible applique techniques. I hope you’ll make my block and tag me on social media @inquiringquilter!

To learn how to get my free pattern, see How Do I Get the Free Silent Witness Pattern? at the end of this post.

There are lots of designers in this hop so be sure to visit all of them for your free pattern. Here are links to all the blocks in the Quilt Block Mania Forest Series:

Owl by Carolina Moore Silent Witness by Inquiring Quilter Forest by Inflorescense Designs Forest Tree by Scrap Dash Bear Paw by Epida Studio Snowy Forest by QuiltFabrication The Grove by Patti's Patchwork Mushroom by Penny Spool Quilts Reindeer by Crafty Staci Christmas Tree Farm Enchanted Forest by Sew Worthy Mama Wolves by Paleofish Designs Fat Bear Week by Sallys Sewing Circle Chipmunk by Katie Mae Quilts Fox by Appliques and More Heart of Oak by Flowerdog+Co Snowman by Colette Belt Designs Mountain Forest by Oh Kaye Quilting Starry Sky by Patchwork Breeze

I used to make my block into a mini quilt so I could display it at work. Now that I’m concentrating on my business, I don’t seem to have the time! But you can make mini-quilts with each month’s Quilt Block Mania block from me, or you can collect the blocks from all the designers in each month and make a quilt.

Scroll through my past Quilt Block Mania blocks. By the way, if you missed any of my previous Quilt Block Mania blocks, they are available in my shop.

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Quilt Block Mania returns next month with a surprise theme, so be sure to come back on the first Tuesday of the month to see what I create!

How do I get the free Silent Witness block pattern?

My Silent Witness block pattern is free to my email subscribers. I send out a short newsletter every Sunday with news about blog hops, sales, and the goings on here at Inquiring Quilter and I also include a code in my newsletter for downloading this month’s pattern for free.

The newsletters go out each Sunday, with the next one on December 10th. Watch for it in your Inbox! Inside the newsletter is a code that will enable you to download the block pattern from my shop for free.

If you’re already a subscriber, you don’t need to do a thing except wait until my newsletter arrives. Then open the newsletter and use the code to download my pattern.

If you aren’t a subscriber yet but you’d like to be, click here to sign up. Then watch for my newsletter on Sunday to get your code!

Before you go, let me tell you about everything that’s going on here this week.

Happenings Here at Inquiring Quilter

If you follow me on social media or subscribe to my newsletter, than you know that I’ve just opened up the My Quilty Neighborhood membership for the first time!

I’m so excited to create this special place for you to continue your quilting journey as you build strong friendships with other quilters.

Right now, the My Quilty Neighborhood membership is open for founding members at the lowest price it will ever be--$10.99 per month. The founding members and I will be deciding the things that the membership should include—so we'll be building our perfect quilty world together.

I don't know for sure what the membership will include because I'll be guided by the desires of the founding members, but most likely it'll include monthly Quilty Q&As, Sip and Sews, Sip and Chat meetings, free patterns, and tutorials. If the founding members wish it, the membership will also include challenges, swaps, BOMs, and anything else we can dream up!

I would love to have you join us! Hurry though—the doors close to the My Quilty Neighborhood at midnight EST on Tuesday.

If you're not sure, you can always join for the first month and then quit if it's not for you. Fair warning though—I don’t think you’re going to want to because this is going to be wonderful! The founding member price however will only remain in effect as long as you stay a member.

My weekly show and tell linkup, Wednesday Wait Loss is six years old! Over the years, my little weekly group has encouraged many wonderful finishes. Join us by sharing your latest project.

Here’s a link to this week’s show and tell link up.

If you’re looking to make new friends, join me on Facebook this Saturday for my weekly online quilting retreat I call my Saturday Sew-In. The fun starts at 8 AM EST and runs through 6 PM EST. It’s not live but there are get to know you prompts throughout the day to spark discussion and friendship. This is a fun and friendly group and you’ll soon make friends—real friends.

In addition, you’ll be inspired by other quilter’s projects and you’ll gets tons of encouragement as you share your own. If you’ve been missing companionship since COVID started, I guarantee you’ll find it here. Saturday Sew-In takes place in my private Facebook group. Click here to join my Facebook group. Be sure to answer the questions so I know your not a bot.

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chill-mcyt-art-reblogs · 1 year

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2, 6, and 8? :0

2. it's christmas you whos

ah. This fic.

The fic that haunts my dreams and keeps me awake far into the night. My mortal shame. The fic that was supposed to be released last christmas but instead i imploded in on myself like a dying star.

It's your standard It's a Wonderful Life AU. Wilbur starts off as a happy kid with aspirations of being in a band and slowly I beat him down until the only solution left is local not-supposed-to-be-a-guardian-angel Phil who's doing this to get his wings back from his wife to take Wilbur on a fever dream where he gets to witness all of his loved ones in varying degrees of distress.

Something I really like doing for this fic is figuring out where the different people come in and how it all eventually ties together... and how, if Wilbur wasn't there, it would have just fallen apart.

Another favorite part is career farmer Techno who is *constantly* going to war with the local government but only because he can't just dismantle them once.

A short snippet:

There’s a man on the bridge.

It’s an old bridge. Re-done and upgraded a thousand times. New beams. New asphalt. New guardrails. Everything kept up just enough to be called safe, and yet still, in the town’s endeavors of saving the pennies and dimes from repairing the old instead of building the new, they preserved some of the romance of the thing.

In truth, it had been widened to accommodate two lanes, had proper sidewalks installed, along with street lamps. But it still looked out on the same beautiful river it had when it was first built. The forest on either side somehow having remained untouched by progress. The kind of place lovers walk at night. A place where people gaze out of their car windows to see the beauty as it passes too quickly by.

Not tonight though.

6. i was reading that one fic again

this one haunts me less but only because it has no seasonal theme that i missed and also the final chapter is almost done.

This is my fic, "That I Could Fear a Door" over on Ao3 (linked under the cut). And I got the idea reading Silverwing15's "Two Fusiliers" (also linked under the cut). Because we love Philza and Technoblade have an emotional reunion and also Phil's a little messed up.

It's been a fun little project. I hope to finish the final chapter soon. It's angsty, emotional conversations from here on out >:). Phil has not had a good time and between the decades and the brainwashing he's got no idea how to approach Techno. And it doesn't help that Techno's getting pushy and distressed himself.

Actually this fic was supposed to start, like, the day before where it actually starts because I was going to show Wilbur getting whipped for "inciting rebellious thoughts."

Which is exactly what he was doing, actually.

A short snippet:

A happier time. Sure it existed, but it’s gone, gone now. It’s over.

(there was laughter, and warmth, and good things. The burn of sweet whiskey on his tongue and the sound of a crackling fireplace)

(and someone else was there as well)

Someone else-

Technoblade-

Technoblade was there. He was always there.

And then he wasn’t. He wasn’t- wasn’t there.

Just a memory. Just a dream. The smallest figment of old comforts that still manage to haunt him at night. Slowly whittled away at by whips and chains and time, time, time-

He’s gone, it’s all gone.

8. “Lost Voice” Toast AU

basically i saw the distinct lack of ghost!tommy fics and decided that clearly Tubbo needed more torturing than what he's already gone through so I made Tommy accidentally down in Exile and Ghost Tommy, or Toast, wandering around outside L'manburg.

oh and also he just disappears one day because Dream revives him and no there is no explanation giving to Tubbo so I just leave him wondering for a while if Tommy melted because he wouldn't come inside or if he just... doesn't want to see him anymore.

I also considered maybe having post-prison death Toast show up but eh I think it will work better as a sad, short little fic where everyone's got that Big Sad

and I don't actually have a good snippet for this one so :|

#fanfiction ask game answers

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AI Art thoughts

AI art has engendered oodles of strong opinions in a short amount of time. The attackers and defenders both have good points, many of which get stampeded over in the impassioned discourse. I'm still hashing out my own thoughts, so this post is essentially thinking with my fingers.

Artists are important.

Art is important.

I've seen artists on both sides of the AI debate.

AI can be a fantastic tool for the artist if they feel comfortable using it. I've seen artists use the AI-generated art to inspire their own creations. A partnership, of sorts.

On the other hand, it's clearly disconcerting for an artist to suddenly feel irrelevant. It's hard enough to make a living doing art. Where will commissions come from if everyone can just generate the art they want?

Having said that...as a user, it's not actually that easy to generate the art I want. The more specific my desired output, the harder it is to conjure up.

I recently saw a Kickstarter project for a game where the creator used AI art as placeholders, with the stated intent to use some of the Kickstarter funding to commission original art. That struck me as a good use of both tools, AI and Kickstarter.

AI expands the means to creativity to many who didn't have it before. It's democratization, with the attendant benefits and pitfalls. The printing press contributed to higher literacy rates, which in turn contributed to the rise of the penny dreadful. Ups and downs; pros and cons.

There's a lot of misunderstanding in the discourse, IMO. Many of the freakout posts seem to not quite get what "scraping" and "training" actually entails, or the scale of the data. Honestly, I probably don't either.

Much of the hysteria seems to stem from a visceral sense of unfairness. There's a sense that art should be hard. Art should take days or weeks to make. And once the artist has done that, it's infuriating for them to think of an AI blithely copying their work, smooshing it around with some other art, and spitting out something sorta-kinda similar (but worse).

And yet...how much of of any one artist's work is actually in the final result produced by the AI? That's the real question. It's going to vary with each and every prompt. If you use an artist's name as a prompt...yeah, it's going to be highly derivative. But if you don't...I don't see as much of a problem.

I think there's a way to use AI bots ethically. Example: I made a calendar for my brother for Christmas this year. He's got a side business where he sells hot sauce, salsa, and other chili pepper products, so I generated several artsy pictures with a chili pepper theme. All of my prompts were very general, like the example I posted a few days ago. I asked the bot for chili peppers/plants in pointillism, film noir, art nouveau, and so on, without specifying artists' names. Just the styles. And I took the best results, uploaded them to Shutterfly, and had them made into a calendar.

Were any artists hurt by that? I don't think so. I created a unique product that wasn't for sale anywhere else. If I hadn't come up with this idea, I would have gotten him something other than a calendar, most likely.

Now, can we talk everyone into using AI ethically? Doubtful. People have been misusing tools since the first time Thag the caveman used his spear to stab Ogg. I don't have a good solution.

#ai art #opinion

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Consciousness Of Guilt

Chapter 18

Summary: Owning a puppy is full of teething problems. After a particularly hard week at work, Andy doesn’t see the funny side as one too many boots are chewed, and his temper boils over.

Warnings: Language, adult themes, Smut (NSFW, 18+)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader and any other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer. I do not consent to my work being translated or posted elsewhere. If you see this fiction on any site other than Tumblr it has been taken without permission.

W/C: 6.9k

A/N: So, this is the final chapter in part 2. The next update will be a Christmas themed one shot which sits within the timeline of the first paragraph of this chapter, and will form part of my 25 Days Of Chris-Mas advent calendar.

Consciousness Of Guilt Masterlist // Main Masterlist

After Thanksgiving in Boston, and showing off your dainty sparkler to your family and Jo, the rest of the holiday season moved quickly. Your parents and Penny came for Christmas, where you went all out with decorating and baking, the three of you women making memories over the big family meal in your kitchen.

But the best thing was the fact that Andy surprised you on Christmas Eve with Grant, your Dalmatian puppy

Whilst the pair of you had been and picked him together and should have collected him up in the middle of December, Andy had suggested that you wait until January when all the fuss of the season had died down. You had agreed, reluctantly, but on Christmas Eve morning, Andy had left declaring he had a last minute gift to collect and appeared a few hours later with the puppy bundled up in his arms.

However, as with any puppy, there were growing pains. From potty training to crate training, destroyed corners of walls and tattered ends of throw rugs, missing socks and apparently delicious Italian leather, Grant had quickly become Andy's 'little shit'.

You had laughed most of it off, it was all replaceable stuff, the giggles and love your dog gave you far outweighed any issues in your mind. And, as you kept reminding Andy, he'd settle down once he was neutered. Andy begged for the procedure to happen at its soonest date, when Grant was four months and you agreed, given the notion and understanding that some of his tyrannical behaviors would slow down and mellow out.

Well, that time line was quickly approaching and in the midst of raising a puppy, you and Andy had also begun wedding planning. Your spring date, set for April, was just a couple of months away and lately, you'd found yourself planning more than Andy was.

He'd been heavily involved in a major case at the firm, his partnership now in full swing, and it was taxing on him. Even Ron was pulling late hours and Andy would come home just frustrated and downright exhausted. More often than not, lately, despite his goals of time management, you were in bed, his dinner in the microwave for reheating and a glass of scotch on the counter place setting next to his dining utensils.

You didn’t mind so much, you understood so you didn’t nag at him or moan. Not least because he did enough of that to himself. There wasn’t a Friday went by where he didn’t come home with a huge bunch of flowers, apologising for being a “shit fiancé,”; his words, not yours. Tonight, however, was different. Andy came home while you were working away in your home office, a slam of the garage door indicating he was home. And clearly, he was in a bad mood. You looked up at the clock and noted the time was just after seven. With a crack of your neck you glanced around and realised to your horror that Grant wasn’t asleep in his bed, as you thought, and that the door was open. He’d clearly snuck out whilst you’d been engrossed in a press release.

“Shit.”

"Oh what the fuck!?" You heard next, “god damn, this fucking dog. You're a little shit, you know that?"

You hurried faster down the two flights of stairs.

"Bad dog! Bad dog, Grant! Bad dog!"

“Andy, it’s my fault, I didn’t realise he’d left the room.” You soothed as you picked the cowering puppy up in your arms, leaving the destroyed pair of leather boots on the floor, “he’s only a baby, he doesn’t understand.”

"Six fucking pairs, Y/N. It's a fucking pair a week since we brought him home. You gotta keep your eyes on him until he learns. Damn it, I'm gonna run out of fucking shoes before trial at this rate."

Despite his snappy tone, you remained calm, knowing full well he was just blowing off because he was in a bad mood. “I know, I said I was sorry, I just got caught on the press release. Look, it’s weekend, we can go and grab you a few pairs of new ones and maybe keep them in your wardrobe, huh, not the rack? Then he can’t get to them.”

Without a word, Andy brushed past, heading for the stairs and as he took them one at a time, you watched him go, loosening his tie as he went and popping that top button to his shirt.

“Oh, Grant. You were named after my favourite fictional palaeontologist, not one of the fucking dino chewing monsters he was running from,” you sighed as he licked your nose. “Come on, let’s go for a quick walk, give grumpy pants time to calm down, huh?”

You set the pup down for a second only to grab your coat and his leash, but were quick to have to grab him again as he set off for the shoe rack.

"Oh no you don't," you laughed.

Grant stopped and looked at you, his ears cocking forward as his tail wagged.

You quickly slipped that coat on and grabbed the leash, clicking it into his collar almost simultaneously before encouraging Grant to walk with you towards the garden door. He trotted alongside you as you headed round and out of the gate, stopping at the end of your drive to sniff and pee. Praising him for going outside, you set off again taking your time to let him investigate his surroundings. All in all, you were gone a good twenty minutes, and hoped that was enough time for Andy to have calmed down and for Grant to have tuckered out enough for his crate. As you walked back into the kitchen, Andy was in there pulling a beer out of the fridge. He watched as Grant trotted in, straight to his bowl of water. After a drink, he then wandered towards Andy, his tail wagging.

“Fuck off.”

The pup, not understanding why his daddy was so cranky, tried again.

"No."

"Andy!" You scolded him.

“Seriously, Y/N, right now I’d give him to Cruella De-fahkin-Vil”

"What the hell is going on?" You were now quite shocked. He was never like this. Especially not with you.

“I’m just sick of him chewing my shit. My work shoes and boots, they aren't cheap! Not to mention the goddamned sofa cushion he destroyed last week. I’m still finding feathers all over the place!”

"Jesus Christ, Andy, he's a puppy. We have to teach him 'no'. It’s no wonder you didn't have pets before. You have zero patience."

“I have patience when I need it. You’re too soft with him. Fuck, if this is what you’re like with a dog, I dread to think how badly behaved our kids will turn out to be.”

Your mouth opened for a retort however it quickly clamped shut and you ground your teeth into your jaw. Your brows creased. You turned on your heel and walked towards the stairs. "Grant... Come."

You snapped your fingers, commanding the dog to you as you ascended. You slammed the door to your bedroom shut and flopped onto the bed with an angry growl. Grant sat at the edge, whining up at you and you sighed, sitting up and looking down at him.

"Daddy's an asshole, I know."

He stood on his back legs, paws scratching at the side of the bed and you leaned down and lifted him up. He gave you a few licks before he flopped down by your side, yawning.

"Oh you can rest, but you're not sleeping in here. Not with the Mad King downstairs." You scratched his ears, "you'll be in your crate for sure, buddy."

Grant merely yawned again and you sighed, reaching for the television remote.

You flicked through every channel it seemed until you grew bored. Not able to decide on a single thing to occupy your frustrations and by then you were hungry. You and Andy had plans for dinner out, a casual sushi date but you were beginning to think that was off the table, no pun intended. You hesitated, before you shook your head. No, you were going to call him out on this. Long gone were the days you cowered from a man’s bad temper or mood. You tossed the remote down and opened the bedroom door, Grant able to follow as he leapt from the bed with a clumsy thud. You chuckled as he lolloped after you, his legs now a bit gangly compared to the rest of him. His nails and paws clicked along the stairs as your footfalls made the wood creak just a little as you came down. Andy was sitting at the counter, reading over a file while he had his beer in front of him.

“I take it you don’t wanna go for dinner.” You kept your voice calm as you spoke.

“Nope.” “Okay, do you want to order in or should I make something?”

"Whatever you want."

“Andy, what’s the matter? And don’t say it’s the shoes or the dog again because you were in a foul mood before you even saw that.”

With a heavy sigh, he looked up from his file. "I'm sorry. This fucking case has me bent and... C'mere."

You stood between his bent knees, his hands cupping your face, pulling you to him for a kiss.

"That should have been the first thing I did when I got in the door," he said after kissing you with sincerity and a softness, tenderness even that made your stomach knot.

“Yeah, it should have.” You agreed, your forehead resting against his. “I hate seeing you like this, I don’t like it when you get angry at me.”

"Oh, honey, I'm not angry at you. I didn't... Fahk," he sighed. "I'm sorry."

You took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay, apology accepted.” Your hand gently tangled in the hair at the back of his neck. “How long you gonna be working for?” Andy shook his head. "No more, not tonight."

“Right, I’ll fix dinner.”

"Nope." He kissed you tenderly. "Let's grab that sushi. You can go like that or change, whatever, Angel. I'll shut the little shit up for while we're gone."

“Don’t call him that!”

He chuckled, "go get ready for dinner." “I mean it, Andy, don’t be mean to him when you put him in his crate.” You warned as you headed to change. “It’s his happy place and if you’re nasty when he goes in there he’ll start to think it’s because he’s been bad and won’t want to go in.”

Andy swooped up the pup, with a scratch to his chest. "Stop eating my shoes, pal." He kissed his snout. "You're a little shit, but I kinda like you." Grant wagged his tail in Andy’s arms and then playfully chewed at his beard

"Ow ow ow." Andy sighed. "You've got some habits, pal, that we're gonna break real fast." He put the pup in his living room crate and waited for you. Five minutes later you were back. Andy smiled softly as he took on your outfit, a midi-length, cream sweater dress which was cinched in at the waist with a tan belt. On your feet you wore a pair of cute, flat ankle boots. Your hair was pulled back into a messy bun, showing off your delicate neck.

“Okay, so now I feel like I should make an effort,” Andy arched his brow as he referred to the fact he was still in his work pants and shirt, albeit minus the tie and with rolled up sleeves.

“Office chic looks good on you, Counselor.”

He chuckled as you reached for your coat again but his hand stopped you. "Y/N...."

“Yeah?”

"I'm really sorry for what I said about our kids."

You shrugged, “I told you, forgiven, it’s fine.”

"I know, but it was uncalled for. I'm gonna make it up to you."

“Well, let’s just say I had a pretty shitty retort keyed up, which I’m very glad I didn’t snap back with so,” you shook your head, “I was kinda as nasty in my head. It’s fine.”

Andy chuckled, "even then. Let's get some sake and enjoy date night, huh?”

“Deal.” ***** You made it to sushi, the night chilly and crisp, the snow still covering the ground. A storm was expected over Valentine's and to be honest, you were somewhat hoping to secretly be snowed in with Andy. A much needed break you now were fully aware he needed after today's outburst.

Andy guided you through the restaurant, asking the hostess for a small table away from the busy bar and other groups. She led you both to a fairly secluded table in a corner, the ambient lighting was soft and low. Andy pulled your chair out and as you sat he turned to the hostess and asked for a bottle of sake instead of two glasses. You raised your brow and he shrugged.

“We’ll Uber back, collect the car tomorrow.” He stated as he settled into the seat next to you.

"Okay." You nodded. "I gotta say, I like this. It's private. We always sit at the bar."

“Yeah, but the rabble of guys there kinda put me off tonight.” Andy reached for your hand. “Maybe, if we don’t have to rush back for the little spotty fucker we can grab a couple of cocktails over there before we head home.”

"Andy!" You laughed with a shake of your head. "BB, you've got to be nicer about him. If you didn't want him, why did we go through everything to go pick him out?"

“Because you wanted a dog,” Andy popped a shoulder, “I don’t mind him really, it’s just different. I never had one growing up and Laurie was allergic so despite all the harassing Jake did as a young kid it wasn’t an option.”

You sighed. You understood. And despite your love for Grant, this stage was exhausting. "A couple more weeks and he'll hopefully calm down."

The waitress came with your sake and Andy handed her the sushi menu back with the selections he'd chosen. He ordered your favorites and his, plus a roll for the two of you to share.

"I sure hope so, because he's about to dip into our wedding budget with shoe replacements."

You chuckled and shook your head, “pick cheaper shoes.”

"Fahk no."

“So vain, Counselor.”

"It’s what happens when I had no other obligations for a while. I splurged." “Well, don’t worry about the wedding because…” you bit your lip, “Dad called me before, he wants to pay.”

The sake went down with a choke, "What?"

“He wants to pay,” you shrugged, “said one way or another Penny has rinsed him recently for a small fortune and that he always wanted to pay for both his girls’ weddings but, well, last time…” Andy stayed silent and you suddenly felt a little nervous, “I haven’t said yes, I said I’d ask you. I don’t want you feeling, well, I don’t know, inadequate, that the right word?”

"It would be, but, in all honesty, can I think about it. Figure out some sort of arrangement. I love your dad, I appreciate his offer, I truly do. And I want to accept it. But I'll call him. I want to give you everything you want for it, down to fahking elephants as escorts if you asked because you get to do what's right this time. And I get his stance, wanting to do what he and your mom were robbed and denied. I wish like hell that it could be erased. So, I'll call him tomorrow, deal?" You nodded, “okay.”

The first round of sashimi and rolls came while you both talked a little more about your upcoming day, two months to go and there were final fittings, his suit situation and finalize your catering. Sunday you were set for a cake tasting and the excitement was definitely there.

“I’m still kinda leaning towards cupcakes,” you shrugged, “less hassle, less waste.”

"Of course, I agree," Andy nodded, his knee brushing against yours under the table. "Just need to pick how we want them to taste." “That’s what Sunday is for.” You giggled, “I gave them a list of a few options, including your favourite chocolate and cherry.”

"See that means Black Forest sounds so good!" He smirked, popping a tuna piece in his mouth.

“Hey, I like Black Forest,” you laughed, shoving a California roll into your mouth, “I just can’t eat a full entire gateau to myself because I’m not a pig”

“Unless it comes to- “

“Oh my god!” You grinned, cutting him off, “reckon they would do grilled cheese as our food?”

“Okay, when I said anything you want, I meant anything you want that isn’t totally ridiculous.” Andy shook his head. “We are not having grilled cheese at our wedding, Angel.”

You laughed and then took another drink before you cocked your head to one side. "You have your suit appointment next Thursday, do I need to reschedule it?”

“No.” He shook his head, “I told Ron when it comes to wedding stuff I’m not fucking around, besides, Johanna is flying in especially.” “You know, I love that you asked her to be your best woman.” "Oldest friend I have so she felt like the most important person for the job." He swallowed his food and then grinned. “Best woman by my side when I marry my best girl.”

You smiled. It felt right, the small and intimate ceremony you had planned, one hundred percent input from both you and Andy, right down to the exact location where it would all take place. Your spot. With the less than twenty family and friends coming to the lookout and the rest of your joys joining you for the party at the very hotel he'd once come to your rescue during a work event.

Mildly stuffed with fish and sake, you sat back content, sighing. "So good, thank you." Andy's hand that had been settled on your thigh most of dinner squeezed you slightly. "I'm sorry again for the rough start."

"Stahp," you sighed, your own Boston twang coming out as it did when you drank.

“I mean it, Angel. Taking my annoyance out on you is naht acceptable. Gahd knows Laurie used to rail at me for doing it to her, seems I never learnt huh.” You leaned into him and nuzzled you nose into his beard before kissing his cheek. "Andy, please, let it go."

“I just don’t want you to ever fear me, you know, be worried about what mood I’m gonna come home in.” He sighed quietly, his eyes fluttering slightly at the feel of your lips against his whiskers. "You don't scare me," you admitted. "Not like that anyway." Your hand rose to scratch a little at his neck, just under his collar.

“So I scare you in other ways?” Andy turned to look at you, his brow raised a little.

"The power you have, you've held on me, it's a delightful fright." You leaned in and kissed his lips. "You make me flutter and moan," you whispered pulling away.

His eyes locked onto yours and a mischievous glint flashed across them, “that so?”

"Mmmhmm. I kinda like it when you're frustrated and I can help... relieve the pressure.”

“Future Mrs Barber, you little minx.”

You leaned into him, craning your neck upward, bringing your lips to his ear. "You healed me, only to take me apart again and again."

Andy shifted a little in his seat, glancing around over his shoulders before he turned back to you and leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. “Think I’ve decided what I want for dessert.” "Patti's cheesecake?"

“You.” He stated simply, before he shuffled and to your surprise he slid off his chair and under the table.

“Andy, you cannot be serious!” You hissed and he grinned up at you, the table cloth brushing the top of his fluffy hair as his hands gripped your knees.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, Angel. Try not to make too much noise.” You felt that material slide up your thighs as his warm hands found your skin. You relaxed as he pried your legs apart, his hands now tilting your hips toward the edge of your own chair. “I really don’t…” Your words stopped in your throat as you felt his fingers moving your panties to one side. “Shit, Andy…”

His teeth gave the inside of your thighs a playful nip. Your right hand came down to his head while your left held your chin, you needed something to prop your jaw shut. The tip of his tongue teased you and you jolted a little, your knee colliding with the underside of the table. You could feel that beard scratch at the sensitive skin of your thighs and then a nip to your outer lip before a warm, flat tongue licked your slit from bottom to top.

“Shit,” your fingers tightened in his hair, you other hand slipping slightly under your chin.

You felt the vibrations from his chuckle as his nose grazed your clit. Andy was wasting zero time taking what he wanted. You swallowed, your face and neck burning as you did your best not to make a sound, biting down on your lip that hard you split it.

You were starting to pulsate against his tongue and about the time you were ready to let go, the waitress came back asking you if you needed anything else. You could only smile and shake your head, a whimper of a thank you coming from your throat as she said she would bring the check. You tugged at Andy under the table, barely enough so to see his gaze. "Please," you whispered. "Don't cum," he whispered, fighting your grip and diving back in. How the fuck he expected you not to do that you had no idea. You were trembling, so much so when the waitress appeared with your check she asked you if you were okay and you fobbed her off saying you had a little headache coming.

As she walked away saying she’d be back in a little while for the payment, you felt something small and cool being slapped in the hand that was now gripping the side of your chair. Andy’s wallet.

Blunt nails raked the outside of your thighs as strained the muscles to hold back your orgasm. You were beginning to clench tightly to strain your sex from drenching Andy's face. And when a lazy finger traced your hole, you clamped your knees against his ears, boxing them in. When the waitress came back you were forced to move your hand from his hair and with trembling fingers your plucked enough cash from his wallet, sliding it into the leather folder and quietly telling her to keep the change. And that was when cool air hot your warm and very wet core, as Andy came back to his chair. With a filthy grin, he took his napkin and wiped his face clean. You were hot, felt like your cheeks were on fire and all he could do was huskily chuckle and lean in to kiss you.

He was filthy, your scent on his beard, your taste on his tongue and lips. "We're gonna go home and you're not going to clench those thighs together one second until I tell you, got it, Angel?"

You gulped and blinked. You’d never seen this side to him before. “What’s got into you?” You whispered as you stood up, your legs shaky. "You."

He helped you into your coat before shrugging on his own jacket before offering you his hand. You took it, his guidance a help in getting you to a cab in a more stable fashion, your legs like jello and your insides on fire. He wasn't finished with you yet and you had to wonder again who this man was and how far was he going to go.

You meant it when you'd said he'd put you back together, in so many ways, healing a broken soul, mending a shattered body. And what made you quiver in delight was how he took you apart in just as many ways, cherishing you, worshiping you, giving you far more than you felt you deserved at one point.

“Angel,” his lips brushed your ear and you shuddered, his fingers softly caressing the nape of your neck, “you want me to stop, any of this, at any time, you say. And I will, immediately, okay?”

Your reply wasn't weak but quiet, a whisper of excitement in your voice, "do I need a safe word?”

“No,” he kissed your jaw, “just tell me to stop. And I will.” “Okay.”

He kissed your neck and gave a little hum against your skin, his fingers once more bunching in the material of your dress as he slowly slid his hand up your leg. You weren't to push back, only let it go until you couldn't. He made that clear. It was dark in the back of that Uber, tinted windows blocking the light while a driver kept their gaze on the road. As his hand slowly moved up to your thigh you swallowed, giving a small whimper as he cupped your soaked core. His thumb pressed into your clit through your panties as you began seeping through the material.

"Fahk, honey."

“What do you-fuck-expect?” You hissed back as his fingers moved and tangled in the lace waist band of the garment. “Hips up.” You did as told and then your eyes widened as you felt him tug down one side, then the other. “Take ‘em off.”

You blinked, before you moved and slid them down the rest of the way, your eyes not leaving his as he watched you, hungrily. Once removed, he took them from you and with a smirk, slipped them into his pocket.

His hand then moved back under your skirt, fingers trailing the inside of your thigh, moving back to where you wanted, where you needed him the most. First one, then a second easily slipped between your folds, and you bit into that lip again, once more drawing blood. "Such a good Angel," Andy crooned. "I'm gonna do it again. Take you apart, put you back and fuck you hard again." Your head fell back against the seat as slow, deliberate strokes teased your already sensitive clit. Your harsh breathing through your nose was a heavy indication you were near that climax again and so Andy switch angles. Instead of strokes, a flick of his wrist and he was circling, scissoring into you.

"Don't cum," he bit at your earlobe.

“I’m trying…” you swallowed, “you’re making it really… hard.”

“Not as hard as you’re making me.”

He took your left hand and placed it over his thick and hard cock in his work slacks. You palmed him a little and he hissed against your cheek, but didn’t tell you to stop. Your other hand moved up towards his face, fully intending to thread your fingers into that beard and scratch his cheek, knowing full well what it would do to him, but in a flash he caught your wrist and looked at you. “Nice try.”

You gasped at the authoritative whisper he had. And then, the car stopped. It was a relief in one respect but also a huge disappointment in the other. Andy tipped the driver in cash and held the door for you. He walked behind you as you stepped up your front steps to your porch, unlocking the door and stepping inside. The door clicked shut as he followed you inside. His hands curled over your shoulders as you shrugged off your coat. Immediately, you both heard Grant give a little yip of excitement from the kitchen. "He'll be fine," Andy stated, spinning you to face him. You knew it to be true. His lips were back on your neck, your coat tossed over the banister carelessly. "Andy...." you moaned. His lips curled into a smirk against your skin as he kissed upwards to your jawline, then behind your ear. You dropped your purse at his feet as his hands took yours and began bringing them above your head. “Remember, tell me to stop, okay?” His dominant facade broke for a second and you nodded as he walked you back a few steps, your back hitting the wall of your hallway, next to the lamp stand near the stairs.

"Okay." His lips brushed yours ever so softly as your breath caught in your throat. “I love you, Angel.” "I love you, Andy."

And then he kissed you, wasting no time as his tongue flicked into your mouth.

It was dominant and forceful but not unwanted. His tongue painted yours as his hands held your wrists above your head. His knee fit between your thighs as he kicked your legs apart.

“Keep your hands up there,” he instructed, his fingers uncurling from around your wrists. He hitched your skirt up round your waist, the tightness of it being bunched up held it in place, leaving your naked bottom half exposed.

You wanted to ask what he was going to do but nothing could escape your throat. You only watched him as his fingers dealt with his belt and then flies of his slacks.

One hand took your right wrist, crossing it over your left, pinning both your arms in place as his other pushed his pants and boxers down over his hips. That hand that worked his clothes off moved down your thigh to your knee, lifting your leg and slinging it over his own hip.

With you hooked in place, his hand now gripped his shaft and you felt the tip of his cock rubbing at your folds.

"Please, Andy," you begged.

He chuckled a little as he continued to tease you, “patience, baby.” The way his head slid over your sensitive lips and throbbing clit, it delightfully tickled and made your stomach flutter.

“You can be as loud as you want now,” his nose brushed yours as the grip on your wrists tightened, “in fact, I wanna hear you scream.”

"Jesus, fahk," you drawled with a moan. His lips met yours again, his kiss bruising as his hands let go of his cock and your wrists, his hips grinding against you, pinning you in place. You felt the buckle on your belt being undone, and with a rough jerk your dress was pulled up over your head. The cups of your bra were yanked down, and he wrenched his mouth from yours, kissing down your sternum as your aching arms fell down, hands threading into his hair.

"Do it again," he commanded.

He buried into you and you cried out, your hands carding through his hair with a heavy scratch before you fisted the longer strands on top of his head and gave a harsh tug. “Fuck, I love it when you get rough,” he growled against your skin, his mouth moving to wrap around your nipple.

His tongue flicked across your hardened bud like a snake's, eliciting a gasp that made you shiver. Another hard rut into you had your back sliding up the surface of the wall as his teeth grazed your breast. His hand reached down, grabbing your knee as he hauled your other leg round his waist. Your ankles locked around his narrow hips, the heels of your booties scuffing his white dress shirt. The pitch and angle made you cry out as he bottomed out. His hands then untangled yours from his hair, fingers lacing together as he once more raised your arms, pinning them above your head.

"Are you mine, Angel?" He ground out with punctuated thrusts

You groaned, the pleasure lancing though your body thanks to the relief of him finally fucking had you practically paralyzed.

"Say it," he coaxed.

"Yes," you cried, "yes."

He groaned as he bucked up, pulling back and thrusting in. "Fahk, Angel, baby, you're so fucking wet and tight."

"Andy...." you panted. Your edge stalled but not because it didn't feel fucking amazing but your body wanted more.

His eyes pulled back and bore into yours.

"Harder."

“Jesus Christ, you greedy…” his hips slammed forward as he fucked into you, his ruts deep but fast. You bounced on his cock as your back slid up and down that wall, your hips tilted downward to swallow him up, your clit pressed into that pubic bone of his.

"Fuck, Andy, more, harder, I need to cum."

“I’m not stopping you, Angel,” he painted, his hips snapping back and forth with such force you were sure you were going to go straight through the dry wall, “not this time.”

You let that dam explode and your eyes screwed shit, stars of white glittering specs filling your darkened vision. Your pussy clamped around him, like a fucking koala to a tree as your body quaked while you clung to him. But what made you feel that flood of warmth and white hot heat inside you was the way you screamed, and loudly at that, the name of your man as you came like thunder.

“Fahk,” Andy whimpered as his hips stilled, his face buried into your neck, his fingers tightening around yours so hard you were sure he’d cut off your circulation.

The pair of you were breathless, your heart pounding as it surged the blood round your body and your chest heaved against the thick wall of his as you gasped in a lung full of air. You panted hard, trying to form words. In truth, that was incredible and so intense and yet came from way left field. But it was damn fucking good. Andy moved, his lips kissing your neck before he pulled back to look at you. “You okay, honey?”

“Yeah,” you hummed and gave a chuckle, “not sure Grant is,” your brain registering the now loud persistent puppy barks from the other room.

"Yeah, I should probably let him out." Andy moved a little and your breath hitched in anticipation. You knew that when he pulled out it would sting but it was worth it. The bite in your muscles would be exquisite.

"I'm gonna go slow," he whispered, reading your mind as always. "Let you down easy, honey."

As slowly and as gently as he could, Andy withdrew his hips and set you on your feet, taking care to make sure you could stand. “You good?” “Yeah,” you assured him, your hand gently tangling in his hair as you pulled him down for a slow, soft kiss. "That was something else, Angel." He tucked himself back into his pants and did up his flies, his belt left undone. "You're telling me," you replied “Go up, I’ll meet you in bed once I’ve sorted your little Prince out.” "Our little Prince." You kissed him. "Join me for a bath?"

“Yeah, okay.” He chuckled, before turning to the kitchen, “alright, alright. I know buddy, I know.”

He opened the crate door and Grant shot out, his tail wagging so fast his butt was moving with it.

“Okay, okay!” Andy laughed as he headed to the door, “come on, good boy.”

Grant bounded to him, before he stopped dead, crouched…and pissed on the floor a meter away from the open door.

“Give me strength,” Andy sighed, his hands falling to his hips. “Guess that one’s on me, huh, for keeping you waiting?” Grants ears flattened against his head as he cowered and Andy felt a pang in his chest. “Hey, c’mon, pal.” He crouched down, “c’mere.” Grant moved towards him, his belly close to the floor, ears still flat to his head. As soon as he reached Andy, he flipped over, submitting and Andy took a deep breath. "I love you, buddy," he sighed. He scratched Grant’s belly before he scooped him into his arms and stood. Grant stopped shaking and began to wag his tail as Andy cuddled him close and kissed his cute little spotted face. “You just gotta cool it with your shoe fetish.”

He carried the pup outside and waited for a few minutes, watching him circle before he squatted. Andy praised him for, thankfully, not shitting inside and then headed back in deciding to deal with the mess on the lawn in the morning. He cleared up the puddle in the kitchen before he looked at Grant as he mooched back to his crate, ready for bed.

As the puppy gazed up at Andy, he stood before he groaned and rolled his eyes, “Fahks sake, come on.” He tapped his thigh and Grant shot back to him, following him as he headed upstairs.

Andy walked into your ensuite and found you already in the bath. You turned to him, and then arched a brow as Grant stood on his back legs, front paws hooking over the edge of the bath.

“Don’t even think about it, Angel.” Andy looked at your face. You snorted, “that’s not what I was suggesting. I was merely surprised you brought him up.” “Well, he’s been locked away all night whilst we’ve been out. He suckered me into feeling sorry for him.” "Mmmhmm, sure, Counselor." You smirked.

"Not. A. Word." Andy snorted.

"Then strip and get in here."

Andy headed back into the bedroom, coming back with one of Grant’s errant toys and tossed it along the floor, the pup chasing after it. Andy then quickly shed his clothes and you scooted forward to let him settle behind you.

As little playful growls came from the corner of the room, you hummed contentedly and leaned back into your man’s hold.

“So, is this what parenthood is like?” You spoke, eyes closed, “not being able to bathe without a little person being in the corner of the room?” Andy laughed, “fraid so. That little person arrives and that’s it, they rule your life. But it’s so fahkin worth it.” "Hmmm." There was a little silence and you moaned as you settled more, soreness creeping in. "You okay?" Andy’s hand gently brushed up and down your arm, his lips kissing the top of your head. "Yeah. That was, uh, different. But in all the right ways."

Andy took a deep breath, “I err, I don’t know what came over me, it just… well, we’ve pushed a little at that door, so to speak, and tonight…” "You didn't hold back," you added. “No, I didn’t.” He kissed your shoulder. “Thank you.” "For?

“Being you, and letting me take what I, well, what I needed, I suppose. I can’t explain it any better than that but I guess I’ve been so wound up lately I needed a release.”

"Have you been afraid to do that before, Andy? With me or.... With...." “I never did that with Laurie, ever. I mean, don’t get me wrong we had our… rougher moments but, nothing like that. I never felt like it was something I could, that she would understand.” He then scoffed. “The mere suggestion of me eating her out under a table would probably have ended up with me sporting a black eye.” "Can I be honest?" “I’d hate for you to be anything but.” His hands gently slid down your arms, coming to rest on yours as he folded them over your belly. "When you need that like....that, I'll always give you what you need." He kissed the side of your head, “I’d never take it without asking, you know that, right?”

"I do. But, please don't hide it, or hold it back. Don't be afraid to show me that side, Andy. If you've been holding back because of.... I haven't thought of anything like that for months now."

“I haven’t held back, baby, I’ve just not felt an urge like that for a very long time. But, I’m glad you haven’t thought about him or any of them. I don’t want you to.”

"It’s over. This is our life now. And what's important is that," you turned in his lap, facing him, "you understand what I'm saying Andy."

"I'm okay with those urges." You leaned in and kissed him softly, your wet hands wrapping around his neck as you resettled in his lap, your knees on either side of his hips. You pressed your forehead into his. "When it's too much, I'm here." He smiled as he kissed you again, “I love you.”

"I love you more," your fingers carded through his beard.

“Not possible,” he hummed, his eyes fluttering shut.

"Like I said, I like it when you tear me apart."

“I enjoy putting you back together just as much.”

"So don't hold back, m'kay?"

“If I feel I need it I’ll ask, but you gotta be honest too, okay? And that’s as much as I’m promising because I will never, ever put you in a position where you feel you have to when you can’t or don’t want to.”

"Okay."

He smiled and his hands slid up your back before he paused and cocked his head to one side as the tip tap of nails across the tiled floor hit your ears. "Incoming." You smirked. “What do you want?” Andy looked at Grant as he once more stood up at the side of the tub. He wiggled and he jerked and soon enough he was balancing on the edge of the tub, his hind legs off the floor. “Shit, Grant, down!” Andy spluttered as you quickly tried to push him back but too late. With a splash they puppy landed in the tub behind you and Andy gave a groan, his head flopping back against the rim as you tried not to laugh. “For fuck’s sake.”

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Chapter 19

#consciousness of guilt #andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber x you #reader insert #andy barber fanfiction #defending jacob #defending jacob fanfiction #chris evans characters

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Love Language

Relationships: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Kagami Tsurugi, Sabine Cheng/Tom Dupain, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Wayhem

Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Kagami Tsurugi, Tikki, Tom Dupain, Tomoe Tsurugi, Sabine Cheng, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Alya Césaire, Nino Lahiffe, Kitty Section, Jagged Stone, Penny Rolling, Clara Nightingale, Alec Cataldi, Nadja Chamack, Fang, XY, Lila Rossi, Chloé Bourgeois, Wayhem, Le Gorille | Adrien Agreste's Bodyguard

Additional Tags: Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Language of Flowers, Gifts, Traditions, Holidays, Cultural Differences, Kimono, Qipao, Family, Love, Romance, Celebrations, Symbolism, Aged-Up Character(s), Warm and Fuzzy Feelings, Christmas Fluff, Identity Reveal, LGBTQ Character, LGBTQ Themes, Established Relationship, Marriage Proposal, Family Dinners, Airports, feeding each other, sharing ceremony, Anxiety, Engagement, Kissing, It was supposed to be a one-shot, Admiration, Pet Names, Cuddling & Snuggling, yin and yang, Communication, Smut, Food Sex, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Bathing/Washing, Podfic Welcome, Kagami is a boob woman, Nudity, Instagram, Social Media, Sleeping Together, Wedding Planning, Wedding Rings, Lila salt, Alec Cataldi salt, Food Porn, Paparazzi, Panic Attacks, Chloé Bourgeois Redemption, Lila Rossi Lies, Date Night, Adrien Sugar, Relationship Goals, Uncle Jagged Stone, Protective Kagami Tsurugi

Summary: Marinette gets a package from Japan shortly before Christmas, with a special hinted message. Kagaminette. I guess this is my Secret Santa fic to the ML fandom. Smut in chapter 3.

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Note: This is currently unfinished, but I hope to get back to it at some point. It’s part of a series, but only this fic has Marigami. I figured I’d post it for Marigami July.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fic #miraculous fanfic #miraculous fanfiction #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #marigami #kagami × marinette #kagaminette #kagami tsurugi #marinette dupain cheng #ml fanfic #ml fanfiction

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Author Self-Rec

Thanks for tagging me in for this @bazzybelle @facewithoutheart @bookish-bogwitch @nightimedreamersworld @tea-brigade and @sillyunicorn

post your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers

I have 10 fics so I guess I’m recommending half of them 😂 . Which means none of these will be surprising because I’m sure you’ve all heard me talk them to death by now.

1. Slings And Eros (M, 95k and counting)

I couldn’t make this list without this fic. It’s a beast, but it’s my baby. It’s my longest by a wide margin, which probably feels intimidating to potential readers, but I still hope people give it a chance because I just feel all kinds of ways about this one. It’s on the surface an Eros and Psyche Greek myth au but it’s also barely that at all and does not require knowledge of the original or of mythology. It follows star-crossed god Simon and human Baz as they work with Penelope to save Baz from the wrath of Simon’s father. In the midst of that, it explores prophecy, destiny, morality, accountability, identity, and all the ways we can love. And it also weaves in as many themes/characters from the books as possible ofc. I look forward to the day this one is complete and I can read it through and hopefully still love it.

2. A Man of Letters (T, 54k)

I’ve easily read this fic more than any other (mine or anyone else’s). It was so much fun using the unsent-letters-cum-diary format to construct the narrative and I think this ended up being a super successful way to write it. Baz gets to live that Beau Brummell life and Simon gets to play with swords. There is trauma, class anxiety, miscommunication, and oodles of romantic tension. Also! Lady Ruth! Who, I dare say I did a pretty bang up job of characterizing pre-awtwb. (You didn’t hear it from me, but Lady Ruth may do a bit of Plotting™️ of her own...🤫 )

3. Chamber by Chamber (E, 19k)

My most kudosed fic now apparently. Maybe I should just rec the series it’s in. There are three fics that do all build together, but they can stand on their own, depending how deep you want to go. This fic was my way of having Simon and Baz finally fully accept the monstrous in themselves by giving that to each other, using Simon’s WS quote as a kind of outline. I termed it therapeutic smut, which is accurate, while also being very kinky—but look at who we’re dealing with. It was also an excuse for me to write all the tail sex. Fully (and very explicitly 😅) illustrated with a banging playlist.

4. I Can’t Believe He’s Not Butter (T, 5k)

Yes it’s crack, but I still really love this fic. Also, most of my fics are chaptered and 10k+ so this could offer some nice entry level commitment. Do you yearn for sensual scenes of butter spreading? An oversaturation of saucy puns about sauces? Poetic musings from the syrup caddy at table six? Have a need to see the only appropriate use of the word “nubbin”? This is the fic for you! I truly had no idea how much worldbuilding I was going to do for this one. Did I need to explore the interpersonal relationships and social/power dynamics of diner condiments? Well actually yes, yes I did. I hope pancake syrup!Baz and margarine!Simon are very happy together in their blue plate special life.

5. To the Manor Borne (T, 43k)

My COC entry from 2020, using each day’s prompt to write another chapter; the plot is intentionally loose at best, so the chapters are pretty standalone if you wanted to do this one in shorter installments. The ws-era gang spends the Christmas holidays at Pitch manor doing dead spot research, arts and crafts, caroling, canoodling, and introspection. Shepard teaches Baz, Penny, and Agatha how to tie their shoelaces the Normal way. Simon is back in therapy and trying to convince Baz to go to, too. Penny is doing work on her dad’s team. Agatha doesn’t know why she’s there, but she’ll figure it out. Snowbaz exchange gifts, have touching moments in the rain, go flying, and are just generally nauseatingly adorable.

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Demon Rehab For Dummies

Summary: (Y/N) started seeing seven demons when she was 10. Through the years they all disappeared, all but one. Namjoon. A demon who has not so creepily, creepily, very creepily been in love with her for years.

Genre: fluff, crack, extremely minimal angst, idiots to lovers, romantic-comedy

Word count: 7384

Rating: Teen

Warnings: mentions of suggestive & kinky themes, a handful of cursing, a story with a plot but not doesn’t exactly have a plot, a stubborn (Y/N) who dismisses love confessions & genuine flirting, an unspoken confession

A/N: Hey! we're back, it's been a while. We're starting school in a while but it will be gamble if we'll be more active or not. Well... we ARE active but just not posting? Yeah, you know what I mean. This has been sitting in our drafts for a while now and we're posting it now... although it's pretty unedited, feel free to address any oopsies. Hope who ever finds this enjoys reading!

At the ripe young age of ten (Y/N) began seeing seven men. Which- would’ve (should’ve) freaked any kid out but you know (Y/N) is just kinda quirky like that so she didn't really mind much. The men were nice and played with her anyway, and the only weird thing was that sometimes they would bring her dead birds.

At age eleven (Y/N) noticed that one of the men was missing.It didn’t affect her much except for the fact that this particular one would help her find things and she’d lost almost all of her socks since he disappeared. Not to mention the increase of bug bites after he left. The darn things seemed like they multiplied exponentially after a month.

By twelve only two of the men had disappeared, at this point (Y/N) not only lived in sandals (she still couldn’t find her socks) but she also couldn’t explain why her hair was burning off every time she tried to straighten it (her lil demon friends didn’t want her to, you’d think after almost 3 years of having men following her around and telling her what to do she’d get with the program already.) Her dog her parents had given her when she was 9 started disappearing quite often after he left. He always came back with a single sock that would disappear the next morning.

By thirteen (Y/N) had developed a crush (more like unhealthy obsession) on one of the men, Namjoon. The third year was also the year when Jimin disappeared, taking all of her favorite shoes with him. That year she had prayed to whoever was listening because her parents really couldn’t afford to keep buying her socks and shoes, and because she definitely couldn’t afford to shave her head.

By fourteen, Hoseok, the man who had cheered her up whenever she needed it, had gone, leaving a tidal wave of bad luck in his wake. He had a great deal in keeping (Y/N) happy, although some of his antics made her want to punch him, it never turned out that way.

When she was fifteen no one left… except for the dog. Aside from that, the only thing that left was her social life (It wasn’t like she had one before but you know it was still a little rough). (Y/N) began to depend more and more on her demons. She had become great friends with the oldest, Seokjin, who cooked for her when her parents went on trips.

At sixteen Yoongi left and the nightmares began. And with the nightmares came the growth of (Y/N)’s relationship with Namjoon. Namjoon became her protector, along with sometimes Seokjin, who still cooked for her and cared for her altogether when she couldn’t.

At seventeen, (Y/N) was informed that when she turned eighteen Seokjin would be leaving, on account that they didn’t need each other anymore. (Y/N) had been torn up when he told her and even more when he left. He didn’t take anything when he left other than a piece of (Y/N)’s heart.

At eighteen, (Y/N) moved away from her parents house with Namjoon trailing behind her (He even had lil demon suitcases and everything,) following her every move.

“I really don’t understand why you had to follow me out of my parents house. I thought spirits are supposed to be attached to a general area…” (Y/N) took to unpacking a box in the small apartment she now lived in.

“(Y/N) how many times do we have to go over this, I'm a demon, DE-MON.” Namjoon clapped his hands with each syllable. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and flicked her wrist at the self-proclaimed demon.

“Demon, ghost, same thing.” She shrugged her shoulders, “same thing as to-may-to, to-mah-to.”

“It is not the same thing!” Namjoon looked at (Y/N) like it was obvious.

(Y/N) snorted, “Okay Casper.” She continued pulling out the items in the box.

Namjoon looked flabbergasted, “CASPER!?” Namjoon put a hand over his chest and widened his eyes. (Y/N) looked up at the demon with a raised brow,

“Geez Casper, why are you so offended? I’ve called you Casper before, Casper.” (Y/N) struggled to keep in her laughter, trying to keep a straight face as she looked at Namjoon.

Namjoon looked at (Y/N), “I think I shall simply cease to exist in your realm.”

(Y/N) looked back down at the almost empty box, “You wouldn’t do that, you love me too much, my dearest Casper.” She said in a singsong voice, “Oh hey I found a sock.” She pulled out said sock from the box, it had yellow stripes. :]

“I think Jungkook took the mate to that when he left.” (Y/N) threw the sock at Namjoon with a loud ‘FUCK!’

“I mean we could try and summon him to see if he’ll return your socks.” Namjoon shrugged.

“I wouldn’t even try.” She started putting the random items in their new places.

“You should put Juno on the window sill rather than the coffee table, I mean cacti do need sun.” Namjoon looked at the little green prickle plant.

“I’m sure if i didn’t tell you how to parent your child, it would’ve been confiscated by child protective services.” Namjoon crossed his arms and looked at Juno who had been (rightfully so) moved to the window sill.

“Casper- Juno is a cactus. There is no CPS (Cactus Protective Services).” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon with her own arms crossed over her chest and an eyebrow raised, “Now if you could- Can you please go unpack a few boxes?” (Y/N) shooed Namjoon away before her eyes widened and she added in, “NOTHING LABELED FRAGILE!”

“You know if we painted a wall or two in here, it would liven up the place so much…” Namjoon looked around the bland apartment, “Maybe an accent wall over here. A floor lamp over there. A new plant in the kitchen. It wouldn’t hurt you to give Juno some siblings.”

(Y/N) looked flabbergasted, “You want me to pop out another child?!”

“No I mean-” Namjoon’s eyes widened.

“-OUT OF MY WALLET?!? MY BARELY 21 DOLLARS!?” (Y/N) got her wallet out and zipped it open. She shook it in the demon’s face, about 26 pennies, 2 nickels, 1 dime, and a quarter fell out. It was followed by a single, folded, 5 dollar bill.

“I don’t think that’s 21 dollars, (Y/N)” Namjoon looked down at the floor, where one or more of the coins had caught onto his feet.

“I have a gift card.” She pulled out the cheap plastic, silver, $25 visa gift card (that didn’t have 25 dollars) with a bit of a struggle.

“How much exactly is on that gift card (Y/N)?” Namjoon eyed the flimsy silver object.

“You expect me to know- I mean probably more than 10 dollars!” Namjoon raised a brow at the statement. “Okay, maybe about 3.69.” Namjoon sighed, massaging his temples. (Y/N) bent down to put the money back into her wallet like a pigeon eating bread crumbs the old lady on the bench threw onto the floor.

Namjoon walked away from the pigeon-girl and grabbed a notepad and pen that was left on the kitchen counter. “We’re making you a to-do list.” He stated, clicking the pen.

“WE haven’t even unpacked all the boxes yet.” (Y/N) whined, pointing at the last large box in the middle of the hallway. Namjoon looked to where she pointed and shrugged.

“It says Christmas decorations.”

“EXACTLY! VERY. IMPORTANT.” she clapped her hands in between each word.

“It’s February.” He said.

“It’s still winter.” (Y/N) reasoned, finally done picking up the money. She plopped herself down onto the small brown couch.

“Okay so first off you need a job.” He wrote it down onto the notepad, the pen scratching being overlapped by a loud gasp from the human in the room.

“You dare ignore me?!” She yelled offendedly at the demon who glanced at her before looking back down at what he was writing.

“You also need to go to the supermarket.”

“I told you I barely have any money.”

“Your parents gave you some money.”

“Oh, you’re right.”

“And also, you should walk to the school and find a short route to get there.” Namjoon pulled out a literal map.

(Y/N) pouted, “I thought you were gonna walk me to all my classes to deter all the frat boys from coming my way…”

“I did say that,” he confirmed before continuing. “But I mean to get to the actual school grounds.”

“But we have a car.” She had drawnout the ‘but,’ trying to make her point that she didn’t need to walk.

“But you need exercise.” He reasoned, mimicking the way she had said her words.

“Are you calling me fat?”

“No.”

“Yes you are.”

“(Y/N) i’m not.”

“Yeah you ARE, Casper.”

“Would you PLEASE call me by my actual name for once?”

“Sure thing. Rap Monster.” She teased, the ground started shaking. (Y/N) let out a loud screech looking up at the demon who’s eyes were rolled back. “OH FUCK YOU!”

The shaking died down, Namjoon staring down at the girl who was now underneath the coffee table. “This is why you’re still here!” she cried.

“You want me gone?” Namjoon questioned, offendedly. (Y/N) army crawled her way from her ‘safe spot.’

“I DIDN’T SAY THAT!” She yelled, returning the offended tone.

“I’m out,” Namjoon pivoted on his heel, walking to the front door robotically.

“Noooo!”

“Will I ever see my socks again?” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon with hope, “I mean having shoes would be great too though.”

“What��s wrong with living in sandals? Birkenstocks are very comfortable.” Namjoon pivoted around with a candle in his hand.

“It’s winter.” (Y/N) frowned.

“You could always use mine?” He gestured to the shoes at the shoe rack at the front door. The ones that were closed toed…

“Your feet are too big.” (Y/N) looked over at the shoes, then looked down at her own feet, then at the demon.

“Size didn’t matter Last night with your sweaters?”

“That’s different, Namjoon.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“Size.” Namjoon smirked.

“Different.” (Y/N) stood confidently.

“You know, you could always just go buy new socks?” Namjoon looked at her oddly.

“I usually wait to get them for Christmas, you should know this by now.”

“Independence.” He stated.

“You’re a hypocrite.” Namjoon let out a ‘huh?’ and (Y/N) continued, “You said independence when you’re dependent on me.”

“That isn’t my fault.” Namjoon raised his hands in defense.

“It kind of is though…” (Y/N) shrugged, Namjoon opened his mouth to retort but was quickly cut off, “I’m literally a rehab center for you.”

“Apparently you’re not a nicely rated one.” Namjoon shook his head.

“I’ve helped 6 other demons, Namjoon. You’re just being difficult.” (Y/N) poked his chest really hard before retracting her hand.

“Ouch,” he put his hand over his heart where she had poked him, “You shouldn’t be saying these things to your client.”

“I didn’t ask to get a client or even BE a rehab center.”

“The reason why you became a rehab center was because you decided that humans were ugly and disgusting.”

“The reason why you ended up with me was because you did something bad and you just now decided to be a good person and it’s not turning out well for you.”

“For your information, I could have left a long time ago.” Namjoon crossed his arms, with an audible exhale from his nose. He stared down at the rehab center.

“And why didn’t you, hm?” (Y/N) crossed her arms also with a raised brow. Namjoon kept quiet, debating how to answer, keeping eye contact as if it was an olympic staring contest.

“You.” He said. (Y/N) snorted, ready to insult the patient. “-would’ve starved to death by now if I hadn’t stayed with you until now.” He finished, (Y/N) gasped, reaching up and hitting Namjoon on the shoulder.

“You. Jerk. Get. Away. From. Me.” She hit him harder every word before waddling away into the hallway from the chuckling demon.

“No problem,” Namjoon disappeared with a veil of sparkles out of view.

(Y/N) thrusted open the door to her new bedroom. Continuing her waddle to the end of the full size bed. Facing the head board, she plopped the top half of her body onto the bed front first. Namjoon reappeared about 6 feet away from her with a loud poof and a burst of sparkles scattering around the room.

“Go away.” (Y/N)’s face was still shoved into the mattress, “Seriously shoo.” (Y/N) lifted her arm off the bed to wave him off.

“I won’t go. You can’t make me.” Namjoon walked towards the bed hesitantly, scared to get fucking murdered by his prison warden, “Move over. Give me some room.”

“Go sleep in my closet.” (Y/N) flipped the demon off.

“You’d prefer nightmares over your dearest Casper?”

“Yes.” Namjoon sat down on the bed, his knee almost hitting the girl’s head. “I thought I said in the closet.”

“And I prefer the bed.” Namjoon leaned forward and took (Y/N) by her hands and pulled her closer to himself with an annoyed groan from her. She was pulled until her head was laid on his chest, wrapping his arms around her.

“I hate you.” (Y/N) grumbled into her demon-pillow.

“I know.”

“You live because I allow it, and that is it to be my flesh pillow.”

“Okay, now sleep.”

“But why do you have to leave?” (Y/N) looked up at her bunk buddy, her chin was impaling the person’s chest.

“I have to. I'm ready to go.” Yoongi looked crestfallen, “They said I could have one more night. But then, when I leave, I can pass on my role.”

“Could you maybe not steal my socks?” (Y/N) pouted at Yoongi who chuckled in response. “This is a genuine request.” She said with slight seriousness in her tone.

“You don’t have any to steal anyways,” he rolled his eyes with an endearing smirk that replaced his dispirited look just seconds before.

“Ok just- don’t go stealing any of my clothing, I need it.” (Y/N) clicked her tongue, not denying the fact that she was sockless.

“I won’t. I don’t need your clothing.” Yoongi shrugged, “I might take your guinea pig though. Meatloaf is cute.”

“YOU wouldn’t DARE take Meatloaf from me.” She glared

“I can and I will.” Yoongi crossed his arms over his chest and looked towards the cage that housed Meatloaf. (Y/N) groaned, unlatching an arm that was sandwiched between the bed and Yoongi’s back. She planted her palm smack in the middle of the demon’s face, covering his view of the poor guinea pig.

“No.” She patted his face, Yoongi’s eyes now squeezed shut.

“I can lick your hand.” he threatened, his voice muffled and jumpy from the wacky hand.

“You’re gross,” she moved her hand up, now only covering his eyes and revealing a gummy smile from Yoongi.

“It’s sleep time,” he declared. (Y/N) whined in response, “I’ll be here in the morning to say goodbye one more time okay?”

“Promise?”

“Never said that,” he hummed.

“You jerk,” she groaned, laying her head sideways. Her ear over his heart, engraving the sound into her mind.

Like a cliche love story, (Y/N) woke up to no one but herself on the bed. Through groggy eyes, she could see that poor Meatloaf was gone too.

“I tried to stop him from taking Meatloaf I swear.” Namjoon uncrossed his arms from over his chest when he noticed that (Y/N) was awake.

“Did you really?” (Y/N) sat up in bed.

“I did, I swear,” he said immediately, “I have proof.”

“By proof, do you mean you broke something?” Namjoon took a deep breath figuring out whether or not to say yes or no.

“I… never said that.” He decided on dying, his words drifting off in nervousness.

“So… you did?” She concluded, Namjoon nodded slowly, his eyes down on the floor.

“Yea…” (Y/N) sighed, trying to find anger to cover up a tsunami of sadness that was approaching.

“It’ll be okay. We can summon him every once in a while. Maybe while we’re at it we can try to get your socks back.” Namjoon smiled and hoped it would make her feel better while the reality of things had begun to set in for him. All of the boys loved (Y/N) with all of their hearts but he was the only one willing to stay for the long run.

“I don’t think people want to go back to a rehab center, Namjoon.” (Y/N) let the tears begin to pour.

“(Y/N) it’ll be okay…” Namjoon went over to sit on the bed next to (Y/N), “Seriously we’ll get through this.” Namjoon put a hesitant hand onto (Y/N)’s shoulder and began trying to comfort her.

“I know- I know but-” (Y/N) sniffled, “Hold on, my mascara will run.”

“You’re not wearing any?-” Namjoon raised a brow and looked at (Y/N) like ‘bih-’

“Shush.” (Y/N) shushed Namjoon before shaking off his hand and placing her head on his shoulder.

“You know you can’t prevent me from getting a boyfriend forever.” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon before continuing to pack her bag for school.

“I can and I will.” Namjoon slung his own bag over his shoulder. He was definitely a professor.

“You can’t make me be single forever.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes and slung her backpack onto her shoulders.

“Your preferences in men are horrible (Y/N), I'm not trying to prevent you from getting a man.” Namjoon said in a matter of fact voice, moving and opening the front door, letting (Y/N) pass through before he walked out behind her.

She scoffed, “maybe you should hook me up with someone, maybe then you can leave rehab.”

“I miss Meatloaf,” Namjoon said solemnly, changing the subject.

“Why do you always change the subject when I bring up my love life?” (Y/N) complained, stomping her foot as they walked down the hallway of the apartment building toward the elevator.

“Do you think Yoongi will respond if we try to summon him?” He ignored the question.

“Hey Joon? Is your dick ribbed? I heard all the demon dicks were ribbed.”

Namjoon stopped in his tracks, putting his feet together and staring down at the human with a face screaming ‘what-the-fuck?’ (Y/N) had a boxy smile on her face, waiting for a response. “Who the fuck did you hear that from?”

“A fanfic I read, it was a group called DTS,” she shrugged. “Is it right though?” she leaned forward slightly in high expectations.

“Well-” Namjoon paused, “uhhh…” his eyes darted around. “Mine… isn’t.”

“Damn- that’s really disappointing,” (Y/N) frowned, throwing down an imaginary hat onto the ground and continuing walking with Namjoon following behind her.

“Why is it disappointing? You’re a virgin.” Namjoon raised an eyebrow.

“Why would you think I’m a virgin?” (Y/N) looked offended. They stopped in front of the closed silver elevator doors, Namjoon hit the down button before responding.

“You literally had no social life in middle and high school and depended on demons who were attached to you by force in order to not lose your ability to speak in English.” Namjoon raised a finger, “Plus I’ve known you since you were ten and unless it was before that… I would know.” He slipped into the elevator, turning around and walking backwards. A know-it-all smirk plastered on his face while (Y/N) had an annoyed look on her own.

“Can we just- stop before we start arguing about my sex life?” She marched forward into the elevator like a preteen going into their room after an argument with their parents.

“How did you even become a professor?” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon confused. “Couldn’t you have just you know… poofed yourself from people’s view when I go to school?”

“I need something to do while you’re in class. I might as well teach asshole frat boys how to do business math amiright.” Namjoon chuckled.

“I mean… you can just be the ghost you are and haunt me n’ stuff?” (Y/N) suggested, “I mean you already do that, Casper.”

“That’s Professor Casper to you.” Namjoon laughed too hard at his own joke.

“Ew,” (Y/N) cringed. “I’d rather call you Daddy Casper.”

“Only in the bedroom.” Namjoon looked at the human.

“Sex doesn’t always have to be private.” (Y/N) stared back at the demon, flipping her hair back. “Wait- are YOU a virgin then?” She asked, bringing back the topic from earlier, but this time about Namjoon.

“Classified.” Namjoon glared.

“So you ARE a virgin?” (Y/N) snorted a laugh, “And you call yourself a demon.”

“Not all demons are incubi or succubi, your demon-racist.” Namjoon accused.

“I am not demon-racist.” (Y/N) looked up at the tall demon, “I’m human.”

“You’re not a human, you’re the personification of the word ‘dumbass.’” He said, poking the proclaimed dumbass on the forehead.

“Rude of you to assume what I am, Casper.” (Y/N) smacked away his hand and pushed Namjoon not so gently on the shoulder.

“Now you’re the hypocrite,” Namjoon glared, “Professor Casper.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Daddy Casper.”

Namjoon frowned, “If you’re so persistent on not calling me Professor, then just Daddy works fine.”

The girl shrugged, “I’d prefer to just call you Daddy Casper, but without the Daddy part.”

“But what if I want to be called Daddy Casper.” Namjoon wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as they walked through the gates of the school, the walk soon enough would be coming to an end.

“Woahhhh down bessie.” (Y/N) lifted her hands and moved them in a downward motion, “Save it for the student who’s gonna try to fuck you for their grade.”

Namjoon laughed again, “You say it as if it won’t be you trying to fuck for an A.”

“I don’t get how an idiot like you got a job as a professor.” (Y/N) punched Professor Namjoon on the shoulder who was still laughing at the insult he pulled out his ass against the girl.

“I don’t know how an idiot like you got into college.” Namjoon rubbed his shoulder and then pushed (Y/N) back with a grin on his face. The bell conveniently rang, ending the conversation and forcing the pair to speed their way over to the classrooms.

“You know I saw one of the sorority girls eyeing you, I think we’ve found our fuck-for-a-grade person.” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon, “You wouldn’t fuck her right?”

“I would never fuck one of my students.” Namjoon looked at (Y/N), “Plus I don’t like cheerleaders, I like depressed freshmen who can see demons and that double time as rehab facilities.”

“I am not a rehab facility. I am a struggling freshman.” (Y/N) clapped at Namjoon.

“No you’re not a rehab facility, you’re my rehab facility.” Namjoon smiled cheekily, “And the way I see it you are not a struggling freshman, you live with a professor that helps you with most of your homework.”

“Eh- The one thing you don’t help with is stress relief.” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon, “The least you could do is let me go out and find a boyfriend.”

“You HAVE a boyfriend.” Namjoon looked at (Y/N) seriously.

“WHERE? WHO?” (Y/N)’s eyes frantically searched the room.

“HERE! ME!” Namjoon pointed at himself and then widened his eyes.(Y/N) looked at Namjoon with a raised brow, her frantic eyes stopping and looking the demon up and down.

“I didn’t know you had a rental-boyfriend service?” (Y/N) said in genuine shock, “I don’t have any money though so-“

“You don’t have to rent me.” Namjoon scoffed, “I’m right here and I cost no money.”

“I don’t take charity work, sorry.” Namjoon groaned and covered his face with a hand.

“You’re literally the most stubborn person I know.”

“I’m trying to keep my single streak here, thank you very much.”

“Wait so we aren’t dating?”

“You thought we were dating?”

“You didn’t think that?”

“You like me?”

“You didn’t know?”

“I mean- you never said it-”

“I literally said it seconds ago, (Y/N).”

“Well yeah, seconds ago I guess but I mean before?”

“I literally confessed to you when we were looking for apartments to move out of your parents house.”

“When?-”

“What about this place then?”

“I like it.”

“More than you like me?”

“No.”

“Good.”

“Are you questioning my love for you?”

“Bitch, maybe I am.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“Why shouldn’t I be questioning it then, hmm?”

“I’m literally helping you look for a home that we both will move into.”

“That proves nothing.”

“Bitch- If that doesn’t say ‘I LOVE YOU’ I don’t know what does.”

“Oh, I don't know. Maybe saying ‘I love you’ straight up?”

“Fine.”

“I love you.”

“Nice.”

“Ohhhhhh.” (Y/N) smiled, “You meant that?”

Namjoon looked at her with a blank face. She stared back waiting for an answer that didn’t come.

“So… you do mean it?” She confirmed it herself. The demon nodded slowly, waiting for her to process it.

“(Y/N)? You good?” Namjoon waved a hand in front of her face.

“You know,” she started, finally having rebooted her system. “There’s a lot of things wrong with this relationship. First of all, you’re a demon and I'm a human.”

“Not the first time I've heard of that type of relationship.”

“Secondly, you’re supposed to leave soon considering you’ve delayed it enough. Even using my personified dreamcatcher as compensation to stay longer.”

“I’m pretty sure at this point, they’ve given up on trying to get me back.”

“Third of all, it’s weird that you’ve literally known me since I was ten.” She held up ten fingers, “How old are you again?”

“Not that old for a demon,” he shrugged.

“Exactly. For a demon, thank you for proving my point.” Namjoon went to retort but (Y/N) continued. “Fourth, teacher and student relationships are weird.”

“People roleplay it in the bedroom?” Namjoon shrugged once again.

“Exactly,” she said again.

“It’s technically not weird since you’re not my student though. You’re definitely not a business major so…” Namjoon weighed the pros and cons of being caught with a student even if said student isn’t even one of his.

“I’m an English Major- BUT that’s besides the point. You’ve still known me since I was ten.” (Y/N) poked Namjoon’s chest.

“Hey it’s not like I was creeping on you when you were a kid…” Namjoon raised his hands in defense.

“No you just started creeping on me when I was around sixteen.”

“It’s more acceptable than pedophiles!”

“You’re like three hundred!” She exclaimed, she threw her hands above her head to

“Add about seven-hundred years to that.” Namjoon added with slight hesitation.

(Y/N) stood there, mouth agape, trying to do the mental math.

“You’re one-thousand?!”

“Give or take some.”

“I- I’m going to remove myself from this situation.” (Y/N) walked away.

[:] I ran out of image things, so we get text from now on. [:]

“Maybe I should start sleeping in the closet.” Namjoon voiced his thoughts as he was grading papers one night.

“You don’t have to sleep in the closet.” (Y/N) looked at the demon from across the kitchen table.

“The closet is comfortable.” Namjoon shrugged before voicing his concerns about the student’s work, “I’m pretty sure this student is gonna try to suck my dick for an A. This work sucks ass. How did she even get x=34? The answer is x=0!”

“I’m bad at math, don't look at me.” (Y/N) jotted a note down on her work before closing her notebook.

“But anyway- Back on track. Why do you want to start sleeping in the closet?” (Y/N) raised a questioning brow.

“Because the bed is awkward now.” Namjoon sighed before writing a bold ‘10/35’ down on the paper and circling it. (Y/N) glanced over at the paper that was marked red at every inch of it.

“You should put ‘see me after class’ on it. Maybe she’ll suck your non-ribbed demon dick.” (Y/N) suggests as she puts away her notebook. Namjoon’s fist hit the table in annoyance with a loud sigh that definitely said ‘i’m not getting some dumb bitch to suck my dick.’ The girl snorted, “Geez, no need to be so rough on the table.”

“Stop bringing up my non-ribbed demon dick.” Namjoon glared across the table.

“You admit that it’s not ribbed? That’s rough, man.” (Y/N) sighed sympathetically. “Some people are into that, you know.” Namjoon facepalmed, a bit too harshly, a loud smack echoing in the cramped apartment. “No need to be so rough, Casper.”

“You’d probably like it rough, and why the hell are you so bent on the fact that my dick isn’t ribbed?” Namjoon glared, moving onto the next student’s paper.

“We’ve taken the god damn BDSM test together, Casper. You KNOW I'd like it rough.” (Y/N) said in a smart-ass tone, knowing for a fact that they’ve done the test before.

“That shit lies,” Namjoon declared, “I’m not a bottom.”

“We know sweetie, we know. The test did you dirty.” (Y/N) weighed her options before ultimately deciding not to cross the room to comfort her demon. “But you know, the test DID have some direct questions-”

“You mean like the golden showers?”

“Ew, why would you even bring that up.”

“You said ‘direct questions.'” Namjoon shrugged.

“That question was traumatic.” (Y/N) shuddered, “But anyway, You can keep sleeping in the bed. It’s only awkward for you. Plus you can’t even be a demon dreamcatcher from a closet.”

“I can and I will. Now go get ready for bed. I'll join you in a bit. I have to email the kids' advisor.”

[:] Oh wow, another spliter [:]

“What’s awkward about this?” (Y/N) asked, ignorant to the fact that it was very awkward. Her legs were wrapped around the demon’s waist, who was laying down as straight as a log uncomfortably.

“Everything is uncomfortable.” Namjoon tried to push (Y/N) off of him.

“This is where you’re wrong,” (Y/N) states. “Your chesticles are very comfortable.” She furthered her point, by moving her head and weirdly nuzzling her cheek into his chest.

“(Y/N) get off of me.” Namjoon was now really uncomfortable.

“No.” (Y/N) pulled Namjoon’s log-body closer.

“Please?” Namjoon wiggled some more, “Seriously (Y/N) get off.”

“No…” (Y/N) held Namjoon tighter, “Imma go sleep now.”

“Ok (Y/N).” With that Namjoon pushed (Y/N) up and off of him and climbed out of bed and into the closet.

(Y/N) whined, “Nooooooo!” She looked at the closet through her eyebrows. “Are you hiding something from me?” She accused the demon.

“Excuse me?” Namjoon opened the closet door a bit.

“Oh my god- are you a closet gay?” She gasped loudly.

“WHAT?” Namjoon looked at (Y/N) from the crack in the doorway.

“It’s okay! You don’t need to use a fake confession to hide it from me.” She comforted the demon, “I will support you 1000 percent.”

“I’M NOT GAY!” Namjoon wiggled around in the closet before emerging from the space.

“Okay okay- but just so you know, there’s nothing wrong with being gay, Casper. Closeted or not.” She hummed, her words being muffled as she slowly put her face into the mattress.

“It’s been awkward since you basically called me a cradle robber, you stubborn piece of shit.” Namjoon blushed at his confession.

“I thought you didn’t care about that earlier.” (Y/N) looked back up, taking a deep breath of air after almost suffocating herself.

“Well I did.” Namjoon huffed out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

“Well that sucks,” (Y/N) said blandly, “I was thinking of saying I love you.”

“The fuck- wait,” Namjoon’s eyes widened.

“Night night.”

[:] Cockadoodle-Doo it's morning [:]

The next morning came around quickly for (Y/N), though I wouldn’t say the same for Namjoon. Having him overthinking the “postponed” love confession from (Y/N). Meanwhile, though the night was quick, the morning dragged the girl by the toilet paper stuck at the bottom of her shoe.

Frown plastered on her face, seemingly deep in thought. She was unmoving in her seat aside from her wrist moving to stir the half eaten cereal in front of her. Namjoon sat across from her, “You can stop thinking, you’re going to hurt your head.”

The insult snapped the girl out of her concentration, she looked up and clicked her tongue. “I was just thinking about you. You want me to stop doing that?”

Namjoon raised a brow, “Depends on what you were thinking about.”

“I was wondering if we could summon the boys,” (Y/N) smiled before continuing, “Maybe get my socks back…”

“Are you saying you’d enjoy the company of your socks more than you with me?” Namjoon asked rhetorically with a shocked expression. (Y/N) gagged and rolled her eyes.

“Namjoon…” she said with a honey coated tone. “Are you saying you don’t know that I know you’ve used MY socks before?” The accused had a shocked look on his face that looked like he was on the verge of throwing up.

(Y/N) started snickering, amused by the demon’s expression. “As if I'd use your cheap ass yellow striped socks,” Namjoon aimed his nose at the ceiling. The girl laughed harder, finding the insult to her socks a bit too amusing.

“Okay, back on topic,” she said in between giggles, “We’ll get back to this later.” Namjoon shook his head, unamused unlike the person across from him.

The offended sock insulter cleared his throat, “We should have enough time before we need to go to the school to summon one of them.” He said in a factual voice, (Y/N) nodded as she took a glance at the time that read 7:23 am.

“What did we need again?” She got up from the stool she sat on, abandoning the poor soggy cereal. Namjoon got up also with a hum of thought.

“Candles and a lighter are the main things, obviously,” He says. (Y/N) nodded going into one of the kitchen cabinets for the items. “And if we’re summoning all of them, we’d need offerings…” Namjoon drifted off.

(Y/N) put down the candles onto the marble counter and looked at Namjoon questionably, “So… we need another hamster and dog?” This made the demon pause before nodding slowly, the situation becoming a bit more difficult than it needed to be now.

“And then what about Hobi? What he took wasn’t exactly… a physical object?” She also put it into consideration and clicked her tongue. “I’m still mad at you for sacrificing my literal source of happiness and good luck for yourself.” Namjoon’s jaw dropped.

“I thought we were past this!” He threw his hands up in the air, (Y/N) flipping him off simultaneously.

“Maybe you were,” she sassed, pointing fingers with a half assed glare.

“Technically, it wasn’t a sacrifice, (Y/N).” He said, crossing his arms.

“Well-” She was cut off by the demon.

“Nuh uh, It was just him choosing to leave and wanting to stay,” he snapped, not in a harsh way though.

“But-”

“You know what, let’s just try and summon them another day. I don’t think it’d work anyways.” Namjoon said, dismissing the topic by waving his hand, taking a glance at the tree outside.

[:] Wooshy flash back time I guess [:]

“Why are you still here?” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon, “I mean weren’t you supposed to leave this year?”

“I was supposed to leave instead of Hobi last year. I asked to stay.” Namjoon was sitting nonchalantly in one of the lounge chairs in her parents' living room reading the book she was supposed to be reading for school.

“Why didn’t you leave when you were supposed to?” (Y/N) looked at the demon, a look of confusion evident on her features.

“Who else is supposed to write your book reports for school?” Namjoon smirked while holding up the book before going back to reading said book.

“Then why did Hobi leave? Did he not want to be attached anymore?” (Y/N) began to tear up.

“It’s not that. I asked to stay because I felt I wasn’t ready to leave yet and Hoseok felt he was ready to leave. Most of the time, we leave when our time comes (Y/N). Hobi and mine were at the same time and I wanted to stay so I stayed.” Namjoon smiled at (Y/N).

“But why didn’t Hobi want to stay?” (Y/N)’s tears were flowing freely at this point.

“(Y/N)! Are you crying?” (Y/N)’s mom came rushing downstairs to investigate why her only child was crying.

“I’m fine.” Even (Y/N) wasn’t convincing herself, “Really Mom, I’m just over exhausted. I’m gonna go up to my room.”

[:] And back to the present :) [:]

“Are you almost ready to go?” Namjoon popped his head into the bedroom, “We have to leave soon if you want to be on time for school.”

“I’m almost ready, relax. And don’t you have a class to teach and a non-ribbed dick to get sucked by that one bitch for an A?” (Y/N) scoffed from where she was printing an essay that Namjoon had written the night before.

Namjoon started counting down from five, “Five- You better fucking get your ass in gear or you’re gonna be late. Four- Seriously (Y/N). Three- Professor Howard can’t give you another pass just because he likes you. Two-” Namjoon got cut off by (Y/N).

“I’m ready, asshole.” (Y/N) looked at him, “You better not let that bitch Brianna suck your dick.”

“I won’t let her suck my dick!” Namjoon raised his hands in defense, “What about my toes though?” (Y/N) looked at the demon with a face of disgust and looked at him from head to toe.

“Are you Namjoon or Taehyung?” She squinted, looking at his face.

“It was a joke!” Namjoon smirked, “But I'm sure she’ll do it for an A anyway.”

“I’m done with this conversation Casper.” With that (Y/N) slung her bag over her shoulder and left.

“Hey wait!” Namjoon grabbed his own bag before speed walking after (Y/N).

[:] Professor Casper or Daddy Casper? [:]

“SO.” (Y/N) sat down across from Namjoon in his office, “Rumour has it that you’re dating a cute english-lit major and are up for evaluation. What say you in your defense?”

“I mean I am dating a cute english-lit major. But I’m not up for evaluation, I used my demon charms to get out the punishment.”

Namjoon looked at (Y/N) seriously.

“Did you actually?” (Y/N) gaped at Namjoon.

“No. I explained that dating you is punishment enough.” Namjoon smiled, his dimples popping.

“Bastard.” (Y/N)looked at Namjoon.

“Bitch.” Namjoon smirked at (Y/N) before leaning over the desk and kissing her on the forehead, “I love you.”

“Good.” (Y/N) blushed.

There, through the window of the office, there were 6 peeping toms watching the couple.

“Adadada-uda,” Taehyung stuttered, “THEY’RE SO CUTE!”

“This looks like it’d turn out like a straight porn video on the hub,” Yoongi says bluntly.

Jungkook looked at Yoongi, “Ew straight.”

“Moving on,” Seokjin cleared his throat, “Does anyone remember when (Y/N) said I love you back?”

A series of “No’s” could be heard.

“Maybe we weren’t watching!” Jimin raised his hands, “But when were we not watching?”

“Oh I know!” Hoseok interrupted, “When they split up because of classes earlier. We left Yoongi hyung in charge just in case something happened.”

“I took a nap and must've missed it.” The guilty demon shrugged.

“No, (Y/N) definitely isn’t someone who confesses straight up.” Seokjin said, stroking his chin. The rest nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, that's why she didn’t have a man when we were still there.” Jungkook snorted.

“No JK, we all know the reason why (Y/N) was always single. Was because she was pining after Namjoon.” Jimin stated the obvious.

[:] Damn. Imagine having someone to kiss in public. Or at all. [:]

“So how do you reckon the staff caught onto us… I mean PDA really isn’t our thing.” Namjoon looked at (Y/N), “Who have you told?”

“I haven’t told anyone!” (Y/N) frowned, “Maybe someone saw us go home together? I bet it was that bitch Brianna. She gives off the stalker vibes.”

“I’m not gonna let her suck my dick.” Namjoon looked at (Y/N), “And she’s already failing my class so even if I did let her suck my non-ribbed punisher, she still would probably only have a D-.”

“Hey- I thought we stopped referring to your dick as non-ribbed.” Namjoon raised a brow, making a face that said ‘you’re-the-one-who-started-it.’

Reading his expression (Y/N) glared at the demon, “Technically you’re the one who started it because you freely admitted it freely.”

“What makes you find out the hard way that my dick isn’t ribbed?” Namjoon looked at (Y/N) suggestively before flopping namtiddie first into the couch.

“I think I would've preferred finding out the hard way.” (Y/N) flopping onto Namjoon’s hard back.

“So I can’t even have the couch to myself?” Namjoon groaned before realizing what (Y/N) meant by ‘finding out the hard way,’ “Are you saying you rather had found out in the heat of the moment after having prepared yourself for a ribbed demon dick?” Namjoon leaned his head up to bump (Y/N) who still had her fat ass on his back, “I can’t breathe, get off.”

(Y/N) rolled off of Namjoon before plopping herself down in front of Namjoon, “That’s exactly what I am saying.”

[:] Smh stalkers at every moment [:]

“And I got a big fat ass!” (Y/N) shook her ass while singing off-key.

“Your ass is everything but big, baby.” Namjoon passed (Y/N) to reach for the garlic from the spice cabinet.

The girl turned and looked at Namjoon with an offended look, “You know. As my rental boyfriend, you’re supposed to be nice.”

Garlic forgot, Namjoon turned to (Y/n) and grabbed her waist, “I’m not your rental boyfriend and you know that.”

(Y/N) laughed, “Okay go off I guess, not my rental boyfriend.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes before pushing Namjoon away.

“Woman,” Namjoon placed a hand over his heart, “You wound me.”

(Y/N) turned around and smiled at her demon, “I could argue that you’re the one that wounds me.”

“I do not wound you.” Namjoon scoffs, “But I could very well wound you if you keep saying i’m a rental boyfriend, love.”

“Well we wouldn’t want you to wound me now would we,” (Y/N) smiled up at Namjoon before leaning in and placing a quick peck to his lips, “I love you.”

Namjoon smiled before returning (Y/N)’s peck with a chaste kiss, “I love you too, baby.”

*Meanwhile from the dining room 6 men were watching from not so afar*

“Hyung! Hyung! Did you see that!” Jungkook excitedly pointed towards the couple in the kitchen.

Yoongi groaned, “See what?”

“Le gasp! How could you have missed that!” Taehyung held a hand over his heart, “(Y/N) initiated affection for once!”

Jin smiled, “It really was adorable.”

[:] Oh look, you're at the end. [:]

“Every kiss begins with consent.” Namjoon wiggled his shoulders while grading papers at the table.

(Y/N) smirked before leaning over the table and planting a large whet kiss on Namjoon’s cheek.

“Rude.” Namjoon scoffed before pulling (Y/N) in for a proper kiss.

“You know that kiss didn’t have much of my consent in it.” (Y/N) smiled before leaning in for another kiss.

“I don’t think I consented to that either though.” Namjoon smiled.

“Get back to work baby.” (Y/N) nudged Namjoon towards his pile of papers.

“Yeah yeah.” Namjoon smiled before looking down and putting a big red ‘F’ on a paper clearly marked Brianna Simms.

“When will she just drop the class?” (Y/N) chuckled, “Dumbass.”

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