#circuits & slippers

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October Fun Day Book Photo Challenge: October 21, 2023 Back to the Future Day

[lymtw]

Thinking of Toji who buys a Polaroid camera for the sole purpose of capturing you on it. Some of the pictures are candid, like the one he has of you washing dishes. Your sleeves are rolled up as you lean against the kitchen sink. There's very little light shining on you through the window, but your side profile is still visible. You're holding a blue sponge, scrubbing a glass plate clean. Toji loves the domesticity of the image. It was meant to capture the view of his "wife". You're not married yet, but this photo is a preview of what he hopes one day will be a married life with you.

He has non-candid ones as well, like the one he has of you wearing one of his shirts like a dress. He was even able to capture the comfy slippers you wore with dogs all over them. You had just woken up so you had major bed head, and your eyes were slightly puffy and squinted when you looked at the camera lens. Toji remembers how mad you were that he snapped that photo of you. You sluggishly tried to snatch it away, but he held it up in the air where you couldn't reach. You gave up and went back to sleep, but once you fully woke up and saw the picture again, you told Toji to get rid of it because you looked like a hot mess. He lied and told you he cut it up, but really, he keeps it hidden in the glove compartment of his car. He even labeled it with a bold "MY LITTLE GREMLIN" written on the bottom border, beneath the picture. He pulls out the polaroid whenever he's having a rough day. It makes him crack up every time, seeing the way your hair spikes in different directions, from how much you roll around in your sleep. It really puts him in the mindset of thinking that nothing can be so terrible when he gets to wake up to you looking like you've gotten the best sleep of your life.

There are more wholesome ones that he treasures with all his being. One where you're pointing at the enormous waves that crash at the beach. You outshine everything in that picture. The burnt orange sunset that mingles with indigo colored clouds, the foamy, glistening waves that crash onto the sand—they have nothing on you and the happiness that consumes your features as you point at the explosive wave that crashes down a few feet away from you.

There's another one where you're blushing furiously with the cutest shy smile on your face. You're sitting next to him in the passenger seat of his car. Toji had just turned you into mush by bombarding you with sugarcoated words. You clearly remember the way he said "look at my pretty girl..." and "you're so cute, ma". You knew Toji was doing this to rile you up and it was working. You were feeling everything all at once. Your brain was short circuiting, and Toji was enjoying every last second of it. You couldn't even look at him with those blazing cheeks you adorned, and Toji thought it was a perfect picture so he called your name and when you instinctively turned to face him he snapped the picture.

There's one of both of you, where you're keened over in a laughing fit while Toji stares at you with the most lovestruck smile on his face. You had just started dating and nobody in the world was routing for you two, except for Shiu, one of Toji's friends. Shiu third wheeled one night and tagged along to some random bar you wanted to try out. It was supposed to be a date for you and Toji, but thankfully, you didn't have the heart to turn the man away. Shiu took the camera out of Toji's car and it ended up spending ninety percent of the time stuffed in his coat pocket. The perfect moment was hard to spot because Toji seemed so out of character around you all night. There were too many good shots and Shiu almost gave up. He had one shot because he didn't want to catch any backlash from Toji for using up his film, but finally, he looked up from his phone at the perfect moment. Toji was leaning in close to you, saying something into your ear that had you blushing with a growing smile on your face. Shiu always assumes that Toji whispered something dirty because of that sly smirk on his face, but really he just made you laugh so hard. You couldn't sit still on the barstool so you had to stand while clutching your stomach in pain from laughing so much. Toji watched you, sparing a few chuckles himself at your inability to compose yourself. Shiu clicked the button and immediately printed the photo. That picture is one of Toji's most prized possessions. He keeps that one on the dashboard of his car.

Now, Toji has a special collection. One that is hidden from everybody's eyes. Everyone but you because you're the star, as usual, in this special collection. He respects you too much to toss your consent under the rug, so he lets you know ahead of time that whatever happens when the bedroom door shuts will be memorable. With that you expected to occasionally see a few flashes of light during your passionate nights with Toji.

There's one where you're sprawled out on the bed, wearing a bra and some plaid pajama bottoms. You have one hand on your chest, your fingers nestled between your breasts, while your other hand dips into the waistband of your pants. Toji had to snap his fingers so you'd turn your attention to the camera lens because you were staring at him instead. "Over here, pretty girl," he'd say, looking through the viewfinder to center you in the frame. You give the camera a sly little grin, but once you see the flash and you know you've been captured, your gaze returns to him and you give him those eyes. They convey so much love and need for him, and he doesn't have it in him to deny you any longer of his own need for you. You're forever enticing to him, and your level of temptation is unreachable.

He captured your more blissful side in another picture. It definitely wasn't so calm and peaceful before you ended up this way, and Toji never denies it when you stumble upon on this picture during your trips through memory lane. He knows he wasn't gentle in the moments that led up to this picture, but he takes pride in the marks and scratches he left behind on you, making little comments like, "damn, I really tried leaving a scar there, huh?" or "surprised that wasn't permanent" when he sees the deep red lines on your waist and ribs. Every time you look at this picture together, he counts how many marks he left on your back because he loves how flustered you get when it makes you recall that night. The teasing is all worth it when he points at your sleeping face in the picture and tells you you look like a princess. After lots of back and forth about letting him keep a copy of this in his wallet, you caved and told him it was fine as long as his wallet was with him at all times. He became even more protective of his wallet because of this. Now he triple checks and pats his pockets to make sure it's with him anytime he goes anywhere.

There's one that he's very careful with because it has you in a position where you're fully exposed. You're lying on the bed, still fully nude with the most sultry expression on your face. Never mind the fact that Toji had just absolutely railed you and turned you into a mindless puddle on the bed, but you were glowing effortlessly, and Toji had to capture you to make this image eternal. He asked if it was okay to take your picture like this and you just shrugged with a satisfied grin on your face. Your muscles were so tense, you had to stretch your limbs out to bring back a good amount of blood flow. Toji found his camera in time to view you in this unintentional pose. You were brilliant—absolutely stunning. "Just like that, ma. Keep your arms crossed above your head," he instructed. The position made your chest pop more, and your eyes had this twinkle of saintliness to them despite the dark lust emanating from them. Your whole body was in the frame, one of your legs was bent at the knee while the other laid flat on the bed. The mess between your thighs was very much visible, and seeing it through the viewfinder only made Toji's dick come back to life even quicker. You didn't give him a bright and innocent smile, instead you went for the more seductive approach and bit your lip. The flash struck your eyes, and once again, you were a memory on Toji's camera. Toji set the camera aside and climbed right back onto you to continue what was never actually finished.

[beembeem]

Hey, Love your work! Do you think you could write aizawa x student reader that was abandoned? (platonic, of course)

Have a nice day!

Aww, thank you, Anon! I'd be happy to write aizawa content he's one of my favorites! (^_^) this request hits a little close to home (a bit too close haha) but I had a lot of fun writing this! Let me know what you want me to write next!

Y/n sat on the streets curb, clutching her go bag tightly to her body, the rain pelting her hunched figure and drowning out her silent sobs. Y/n knew her parents were tired of her, all the threats they threw at her, their constant bickering, the number of times her parents told her they hated them to her face. Everything boiled up, and in a fit of rage, y/ns parents threw her out of the house. Leaving her where she is now. A homeless teenager bawling her eyes out in the rain while sitting on a curb in the city of mustafu.

Y/n jumped when a hand was placed on her shoulder, she was so lost in her scrambled thoughts that she hadn't noticed the blue umbrella shielding her from the rain. Y/n looked up and then over at her homeroom teacher squatting beside her holding the umbrella over her. "Y/n? What are you doing out here?" He asked, noting your tear stained cheeks and red puffy eyes. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He questioned frantically scanning your body, without giving you time to answer he stood and pulled you up with him "I'll walk you to your house."he said before handing you his umbrella "m-my parents don't want me there" y/n said, already" choking on her words and fighting the tears that threatened to spill."your parents kicked you out?" Aizawa asked and y/n nodded, fiddling with her pajama shirt, her parents didn't allow you the luxury of getting real clothes on.

"Shit," he cursed under his breath, "alright, come on, I'll take you to my house." He said before grabbing your empty hand and leading you along."Despite the fact that having you at my house is wildly inappropriate, it's either that or you catching your death in this rain. He stated that matter of factly, "plus nemuri would beat my ass if she knew I left you out here." he walked with you following closely behind him before long. You ended up standing outside of his apartment door, your brain still processing the events, and short-circuiting y/n could barely remember the walk. Mr. Aizawa twisted the key to the door, opened it, and ushered you inside. You immediately took off your soaking wet slippers and stood awkwardly by the front door while Aizawa put his coat and umbrella in a nearby closet. "Alright, kid, I'll run you a hot shower, then I'll call nedzu and let him know what's going on." He said, "a-alright. " You filled with the fabric of your wet shirt again, starting to lose yourself to your mind when you were pulled back by two snaps."Did you hear me? Bathroom is the first door on the left, " he said while pointing down the hall."Oh! Sorry, " you apologized before quickly running off to the bathroom and savoring a hot shower.

After drying yourself off and getting dressed in the clothes, Mr. Aizawa gave you and you silently, walked to his kitchen where you found him slumped at the table. You awkwardly stood in the doorway to the kitchen. "Uhm, thank you for the clothes, Mr Aizawa!" You thanked him, and his tired moved from his phone to you."No problem, they're just things nemuri left here." He stated before going back to his phone."nedzu said he reported your parents for child abandonment." He said, motioning you to sit down in the chair across from him before he stood up "I made some cocoa, I made you some" he walked over to the kitchen counter and grabbed two mugs full of hot chocolate then returned to the table and set a cup down in front of you. "Thank you!" You said before taking a sip. "So," he stared at you. "What happened?" He asked bluntly. You froze for a few seconds before breaking down in tears .t-they just ditched me, I loved them, and they just threw me our like I meant nothing!" You cried."I - I don't have anywhere else to go! They were all I had and now I won't be able to go to UA because I can't afford my stupid tuition, and-and" it felt like you were choking, you couldn't let anything out except for tears and sobs. Aizawa moved to comfort you, pulling you into a hug and patting your head. He hushed you before saying, "we'll figure it out." You grabbed the back of his shirt and cried even harder.

There'd be hell for your parents to pay.

[ominouslywritinginmyhead]

A little present for @anonimusunnoaniswriting based on a conversation we had a long time ago.

Sending you lots of love Noni ❤️

Notes and warnings: f!reader, profanity, suggestive moments but nothing really nsfw, no beta we die like Daichi

Life sucks.

Your boss is a power-hungry, profit-horny dick who refuses to give you a decent raise or more time off, your coworkers are so incompetent that you’ve been cleaning up their messes since your TRAINING PERIOD, your utility bills have gone up again, and your air conditioner is starting to smell funny.

It doesn’t help that your washing machine broke down literally two hours before you accidentally spilled soup all over yourself.

Yeah, life sucks.

So here you are, stuck in the local laundromat at midnight, having shoved a soggy and soupy blouse and jeans into the washer with the rest of your clothes almost half an hour ago, spending precious 100-yen coins on salvaging what’s left of your sanity. There’s nobody around, and while your neighbourhood is relatively safe, you don’t like being out so late - even if you’re just two buildings away from home.

I should’ve waited until morning, you scold yourself. But you have work tomorrow and you’re almost out of office-appropriate shirts. You desperately need something for the morning, and heaven knows when the repair guy will be able to fix your washing machine.

The automatic door slides open, and a tall, muscular man with dark spiky hair walks in with his own pile of laundry. It’s the guy from the building opposite yours, Iwaizumi something-or-the-other, and just seeing him makes you want to crawl into the earth and never come out again.

Of all the times you see the resident hottie, it just HAD to be now, when you’re in an old, crumpled tee and sweatpants, wearing Cinnamoroll slippers. Your hair is a wreck too, uncombed and held back by clips you’ve been using for at least five years. At least there’s no soup on your clothes.

Why is he wearing a fucking tank top???? And has he gotten more muscular since the last time you saw him two weeks ago????

Ugh. Life sucks.

Even so, you can’t help staring when he walks through the laundry room and starts chucking his own clothes into the machine. His broad shoulders, his veiny arms, his legs, his hard face…fuck, you’re down bad. You don’t even care that he’s frowning all the time. You just care about that jaw you could cut your finger on.

Life may suck, but at least there’s a Greek God living in your neighbourhood.

You watch as he inserts some coins into the machine and adjusts the settings on the washer before pressing START with his thumb, and your mind immediately conjures up a fantasy of him stroking your lower lip with the exact same thumb - which is enough to make your brain short-circuit and set your face on fire.

The worst part is that Iwaizumi chooses that exact moment to look around and see you on the other side of the room, leaning against the wall. Shit.

“Hey,” he says quietly, and you almost choke on your own saliva. The Iwaizumi, saying hello to you?

It takes everything you’ve got to not turn around and check if there’s anyone behind, just in case he was saying hey to the wall and not you. “Uh…hi, Iwaizumi-san,” you manage, mouth dry.

Great start.

Iwaizumi rarely says more than this. He turns back to his laundry and you expect that’s the end of that, when he glances over his shoulders, laundry room light flickering in his eyes. “Haven’t seen you around in a while.���

HE’S TALKING TO YOU????

“I…yeah, I’ve been busy with work.” Technically, that’s true, but you’ve also spent the last few weeks despairing in your room about the state of the world and your personal life. That doesn’t leave much time for neighbourhood events or going anywhere except the convenience store behind your apartment building. Plus, you’ve really been cutting it close with your work commutes these days, leaving later and later from your apartment. Which means you don’t get to see Iwaizumi jogging in the mornings, his normally serious expression softened in the morning light.

“What did you say you do again?” He asks. You have a vague memory of telling him about your job at some neighbourhood cleanup your friend talked you into joining earlier this year, but you tell him again anyway.

“What about you?” You ask, checking the timer on the washer. Three minutes. You’re not sure if you want those three minutes to go faster or slow down. At least you’re talking somewhat normally and not in those weird squeaks that left your mouth the first time you had a conversation with him last year.

“Physical training,” he answers briefly. “I work with athletes and coaches and stuff. Used to be an athlete myself.”

That explains why he’s so buff. The part of your brain that’s stuck in fantasyland now thinks it’s a great idea to imagine Iwaizumi wearing a fitted t-shirt that displays his firm arms and washboard abs and—

Stop that, you scold yourself. This is not the time!

Two minutes. Just two more minutes. You can dry your clothes at home.

You lick your lips. Why must they be so dry? “Do you, uh, come here often?”

“Often enough,” he says. “The machines here are bigger than what I have at home. You?”

“Not really,” you admit, “but my washing machine just broke down today, and there was a bit of an emergency, so…” You trail off, hoping he won’t push further.

“Ah, gotcha.” He looks at you sympathetically. “Hope whatever stains you have come off easily.”

“I hope so too.” You threw your clothes in the sink as fast as you could to scrub the stains off, but stopping yourself from getting soup burns was a little more important at the time, so you’re not sure what’s going to happen.

Only one way to find out.

The buzzer goes off, and your clothes are ready. Hauling the washer door open, you start yanking things out and shoving them into your laundry basket. Everything’s still damp, but the faster you can put things away the faster you can go home and stop fantasising about the man standing a few feet away and his voice and his jaw and his hands and his—

Hold it RIGHT there, buddy; you don’t wanna think of what’s in his pants NOW.

That part can be saved for later, preferably when alone in bed.

You’re so preoccupied with putting your clothes away that you barely register the sound of footsteps approaching you from behind. It’s no big deal.

And then you hear Iwaizumi say your last name.

Still holding the basket, you turn so quickly that you don’t see just how close he is to you…which has you crashing into him, laundry and all, sending half your clothes jumping out of the basket.

You almost fall back as you collide with his rock-hard abs, but he catches you just in time. Unfortunately, that’s worse, because now you have his muscular arms around you, those large hands with callused fingers pressed against your back, holding you a little too close to him, your bodies so close you can see every little mark and bump on his face and neck and shoulders.

And you can see one more thing, having flown out of your laundry basket in the chaos and landed on his neck:

Your lacy black bra with the little ribbon in the middle.

The bra you bought on sale last March. The bra you once said was “the perfect mix of sexy and sophisticated.” The bra that was specifically launched for Valentine’s Day.

As the saying goes, life sucks.

Kill me, you plead to whatever higher power is up there. You don’t believe in the existence of said higher power, but you need one to exist right now. Just kill me, please, I am BEGGING you.

Of all the clothes that could have landed on your longtime crush, it just had to be the Valentine Dreams Limited Edition one.

Why? And why did it have to happen to you?

Life REALLY sucks right now.

“Uh…” Iwaizumi goes tomato-red as he gingerly peels the bra off his tank top. “Here you go.”

“Th-thanks,” you stammer, grabbing the bra and shoving it deep into the basket, your face on fire once again. One of Iwaizumi’s hands is still on your back, and fuck, the warmth of his fingers is sending a tingle down your spine. HELP, you scream internally. SOMEONE KILL ME. PLEASE.

Thankfully, the next best thing happens: Iwaizumi lets you go. Immediately, you pick up all the fallen clothes and put them back where they belong, slamming the basket lid shut for good measure.

Iwaizumi hasn’t moved. When you finally get your bearings, you look at him and bite your lip. “I’m sorry about that,” you say.

“No, I’m sorry,” he replies. “I shouldn’t have startled you. I…I wanted to ask you something, but I guess I should’ve waited a bit.”

“Ask me what?” You say, gaping at him. The two of you have hardly spoken beyond the occasional neighbourhood gathering and the handful of times you’ve encountered each other while he’s on his morning jog and you’re heading to work. What could he possibly want to ask you?

He takes a deep breath, the redness of his cheeks fading to a light pink. “I…I wanted to ask…if you’d like to go on a date with me one of these days.”

The laundromat goes silent, the humming of the machine with Iwaizumi’s clothes disappearing into nothingness as his words echo around you,

A date. With Iwaizumi.

A DATE.

A DATE.

You blink at him once, twice, three times. “I…what?” Your mouth and brain aren’t coordinating with each other, and you could scream in frustration.

If Iwaizumi notices anything odd, he doesn’t say. “I know, it’s, uh, kinda weird, because we haven’t really talked much.” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “But, uh, I’d really like to get to know you better, and take you out on a date. If you’re interested, that is.”

He…he wants to WHAT????

Get to know you? You? Are you hearing this right or is it just a figment of your imagination?

The way he looks at you now…this is the first time you’ve seen him without a scowl or frown or neutral-bordering-on-frowning expression. You see his eyes soften as he watches you, a tiny bit of hope on his face as he waits for your answer.

The Iwaizumi. Neighbourhood hottie and guy you’ve had a crush on since the day you first saw him jogging in the neighbourhood. And now, the man who has just asked you out - even though your bra almost landed on his face just minutes ago.

And you are interested. Even if the sputtering sounds you’re making right now convince him you’re breaking down. The question is, how do you turn these sounds into something coherent?

“If-if you’re not interested, then you don’t have to force yourself,” Iwaizumi adds hastily. “I won’t feel bad if you say no, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

“Wha—” Shit, you have to fix this right now, before he assumes you’ve turned him down. “Y-y-yes,” you finally manage. “Yes, I’ll go on a date with you,” you add in one breath.

It’s Iwaizumi’s turn to blink. “Really?”

You nod, not trusting your tongue anymore.

“That’s, uh, that’s great,” he says. “Can I…can I get your number? We can plan something for the weekend.”

In response, you practically shove your phone at him. He doesn’t even flinch as it presses against his stomach. Fuck, he’s strong.

He enters his number in your phone, and you add yours to his. When you look at his contact details, you finally learn his full name.

Iwaizumi Hajime.

You wonder what it would be like to call him Hajime. Every time you’ve spoken, you’ve just used each other’s last names. He’s always been Iwaizumi-san to you.

“So, uh…see you around?” He says, looking down at your full name.

“Yeah…see you, Iwaizumi-san.” You give him the tiniest of smiles, your heart racing.

As you take yourself and the laundry basket out of the laundromat, you hear him call your name again. “Yes?” You say, turning around.

He gives you a small smile back. “Call me Hajime.”

Maybe life doesn’t suck after all.

****

“Soooo…what did she say?”

Iwaizumi struggles to hide his irritation at Oikawa’s shit-eating grin. Is it possible to punch someone over video call? “She said yes,” is all he tells the annoyance he’s known all his life. “We’re going out this weekend.”

“That’s nice. I’m really happy for you, Iwa-chan.”

“Thanks.” Iwaizumi can’t help the smile on his face as he thinks about you. Sure, the bra incident was embarrassing as fuck, but maybe the two of you will be able to laugh at that someday. That is, if you’re both able to make it through the first date.

Even in those casual clothes, you looked so adorable. Your fluffy Cinnamoroll slippers, locks of your hair spilling out of the hairclip, your eyes shining as you smiled at him…he can’t wait to see you again. And again. And again.

“Awww, Iwa-chan’s in looooooove~”

“Shut up, Shittykawa!”

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Project Blue Book

Nathan Bateman X GN!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? • ko-fi • request info •

Summary: It's time Nathan gave you some answers.

A/N: Look, this is just me being silly and having a giggle.

Warnings: overuse of italics, swearing, not beta read, typos, talk of aliens and alien fucking, kisses, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 978

“So when are you gonna tell me about the aliens?” You lean back in your chair, your heels on the table, your laptop perched precariously on your thighs. 

Nathan gives you a look over the top of his glasses, glancing up from the circuit board he was soldering. He eyes your comic slippers for a second, seemingly giving the frog designs an individual glare. 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He sighs.

“The aliens.”

“The what?”

“Aliens, UFOs? I’ll look up a dictionary definition for you if you’ve never heard the word before.” You tease and he scowls. 

“I know what the word means dumbass.” 

“You sure don’t seem like you do, or is this part of a test?” 

He sighs. “What?” 

“A test? You know, keeping stuff top secret? Deep throat? Cigarette smoking man?”

He rolls his eyes and goes back to his work, “You watch too much X-Files.” He grumbles.

“Yeah, but you got the reference.” 

He smiles in spite of himself. 

“So, when are you gonna tell me about them.” You put your laptop on the side, your feet on the floor as you roll your chair closer to him. 

He doesn’t look up. “I say this with all the energy I have: what the fuck?”

“Blue Book.” You lean closer. 

He pauses soldering, an unimpressed look crossing his face. But you know he loves the attention really. 

“Aliens. What’s the deal?” 

“Are you high?” 

You snort.

“Because if you are,” he gives you another glare, “I want some.”

“Project Blue Book, it’s a code name by the American air force about UFOs.”

He gives you a blank look.

“Are you seriously telling me you didn’t know?” You pause, “you’re such a sci-fi nerd, I highly doubt it.”

He puts the soldering iron down. “Did they breach my copyright? Have I got to send a cease and desist?” He sounds sincere, but you know Nathan. What he sounds like doesn’t mean anything. 

“It was like a term in the fifties, I doubt you’d be able to sue.” 

He shrugs, “I could try.” 

You groan and flop back into your chair, “Are you for real? You really didn’t know? I was so sure you got some secret alien communications.” You pout playfully, “I was hoping for some nonsense about your androids really being made so you could send them into space to talk with extra terrestrials.”

He frowns, “And why would I send androids?” 

“Because they wouldn’t age when you gotta travel like, 50 million light years or something.” 

“What’s the point in contacting aliens if I don’t get to meet them and fuck them?”

“Nathan!” You snort, despite trying to keep a straight face. 

“What?” He shrugs again.

You tut. 

“If there’s aliens I’m gonna fuck them.” 

You laugh, “What if they’re like Aliens aliens, trying to lay their eggs in you?” 

“Sounds hot.” He grins. 

You giggle and shake your head.

“Plus, the tongue is like another mouth, which I think,” he swivels around in his chair, giving you his now full, undivided attention. “Would give an amazing blow job and-”

“She’d bite your dick off.”

“Nah, nah, nah,” he shakes his head, “my dick’s too hard for that.”

You burst out laughing, “What?” 

“What I just said.”

“Nathan-”

“It’s rock hard at all times, could deflect bullets, it has in fact.”

“It has?” You can’t get over the silly expression he’s pulling. It’s stubble, a little glimmer in his eyes and a smile at his lips, but it’s so very endearing. 

“Sure, it’s saved my life, saved other people’s lives. Just,” he mimics hitting a baseball, “smacks the bullets right outta here. In fact, it’s super dangerous, because when it deflects them it actually makes the bullets go faster in whatever directly they’re hit, so,” he breathes in deeply, like this was a serious issue, “could hurt bystanders.” 

“Are you having fun?” You laugh, resting your elbow on his work table, your chin on your hand. 

He nods. 

“Fucking nerd.” You tease, grinning.

“Says you.”

“Says me?”

“You’re the one talking about UFO conspiracies.”

“Okay first,” you sit up, wriggling a little in your seat as you raise a finger, about to start on a shpeal. “Project Blue Book wasn’t a conspiracy, it really happened. I was just being a shit about the aliens bit, UFOs don’t mean aliens, they mean-”

He leans forward quickly and kisses you. 

The action takes you by surprise, how his lips feel against yours, how his beard brushes against you. He tastes a little of that stupid fennel toothpaste he uses, the one that he proclaims is the best for your gums but tastes like an overload of aniseed and salt. The one that you tried once and never again. The one that you tease him for using at any given opportunity.

But now you lean closer, your hand on his cheek as you lick into his mouth, trying to swallow down any essence of the taste. 

He groans a little as your tongue strokes his, his hum is pleasant as it vibrates into you. He slides his hand to your waist, pulling your chair even closer to him. The heat from his palm permeates into you, soothing your muscles, making you ease even further into his touch. 

When he pulls back after a long moment, he sighs. It’s the smallest, sweetest sound through his nose, a low grumble of contentment in his chest. He presses his forehead against yours for a second.

You swallow and he opens his eyes at the sound, moving back a fraction. 

“If I’d known that would shut you up, I would have done it ages ago.” He grins. 

You mock gasp, playfully pretending to hit him on the shoulder. “You’re the worst.”

He giggles, scooting his chair closer to you whenever you move away, “Don’t worry, I’ll kiss it better.” 

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yes!! more soft dale headcanons!! i like to indulge in him being intimidating sometimes but i also just want to hold him

ask and you shall receive, dear anon :)

as i’ve established in my last dale headcanons post, i really truly feel that he just needs love… oz perkins himself has said/suggested that dale is sad and feels like an outcast and is self conscious about who he is and other people’s reactions to him. nobody really responds positively to dale in his everyday life. he probably severely lacks any positive interactions or kindness from others in his day to day, and probably feels so lonely and sad all the time, so i think if someday someone just genuinely wanted to be around him and talk to him he wouldn’t even know what to do with himself.

i like to imagine our first interaction as running into him somewhere, maybe a craft/hardware store or small grocery store/gas station, and maybe that day he decides to actually wear his nice clothes like with his little pink vest and jacket instead of just some pajamas and slippers. usually people think he’s kinda creepy and weird and just ignore him, partially rightfully so because he is kinda strange, but personally i’d just be enamored by him. like as soon as i spotted him i’d be staring and drooling (even if he was just wearing pajamas). especially if i was working there (i’ve worked my fair share of retail/service jobs so i could def see it happening) and he came up to the counter i’d be immediately looking him up and down and just smiling at him like a fucking lovestruck idiot even though this guy is like 40 years older than me. maybe he’d try to do/say something weird cause it’s what he’s used to so he just kinda accepts it and even purposefully tries to creep people out, but oh that’s not happening with me.

whatever he says/does at that counter i’m giggling and smiling at him and saying he’s funny and asking his name and if he lives around here. for a second i think he’d just be silent and dumbfounded, his expression going eerily blank because that kind of reaction is so foreign to him. but after a second he might snap out of it and realize i’m actually being genuine and maybe even smile and breathily laugh a bit with his adorable little smile and even give me his name, and then suddenly i’m talking to him and there’s nobody else behind him at the counter and in his mind he’s just so dumbfounded that this person is being nice to him. i’ve already rung up his stuff but i’m still talking to him and smiling sheepishly and blushing and he’s slouching and fidgeting his hands on the counter trying to act as normal as possible (difficult for dale but i find it endearing).

maybe i even have the balls to say he’s pretty, in which case i think his brain would just full on short-circuit. like he’s stopping for a second with his mouth open and blinking and stuttering as i giggle and he’s just genuinely so confused why i would say that. if i get as far as to ask for his phone number (if he would have a phone, i mean there were cell phones in the 90s and he also could have his own house phone or something) or ask to see him after work he’s just nodding silently like an idiot and then going back into his car and sitting there with his hands on the wheel and a blank face for a good few minutes to wonder if that actually just happened.

if he actually let you go on a few dates with him and start hanging out with him regularly (people stare at you when you go out probably because you’re hanging out with this weird ass guy but you don’t give a fuck because you think he’s just gorgeous and perfect) he’s just so not used to being swooned and blushed over but you’re doing it constantly. if you somehow manage to go hang out with him in his basement and compliment his decor, ask him about the guitar, be amazed by his dolls/craft stuff and want to sit on his bed and look through his records or something he’s just so fucking dazed and stoked. he’s smiling and giggling and getting a little too close to you and maybe even acting kinda hesitant because he’s not. used to hanging out with someone. shift the focus from his cool stuff to just smile at him with adoration and run a hand up his arm, he’s freezing and clenching his hands and letting out a shaky breath cause oh my god you’re touching him. tell him he’s so pretty and that you really like him and ask if he’ll be your boyfriend or whatever and he’s probably gonna ask you why you would even want that, like he’s genuinely confused but flustered and blushing and trying not to breathe too heavily.

but once you manage to explain to him and get it through his skull that you actually like him, a lot, i think all that starved need for affection is gonna spill its way out whether he can help it or not, and all of a sudden he’s just a mess, smiling and whining and shaky sighing and reaching for you and trying to get in your space and hear how much you like him as much as possible. and maybe even trying to hold back tears and getting into that weepy tone of voice he gets into and squirming or rocking he’s so worked up. he wants to hear every thing you have to say and get reactions out of you and get real close to you and touch you anywhere, it’s been so long since he’s touched someone affectionately that he’s just gonna run his hands up your arms and neck and face and stomach just savoring the feeling and staring at you (maybe sorta creepily but if you’re anything like me you love it and think its cute), maybe just hold your face and smile at you and instead of pulling back with disgust or fear, you smile back with adoration and lean in. that in itself might make him cry, he’s just this weepy mess for you.

another thing i think about regularly is cuddling with him and listening to his voice real up close and just being so comforted and even lulled to sleep. i fucking love his more gentle tone of voice, specifically the way he speaks in the “i know you’re not afraid of a little bit of dark, because you are the dark” line, like if he talked to me like that while i laid my head on his chest and stroked my hair i would go ABSOLUTELY FERAL, not only would i be severely turned on but i’d just melt and swoon and my heart would be going so fast but i’d be so happy and relaxed at the same time. another great example is the part where he tells lee about him/ruth’s reaction to her going into the fbi, he’s so gentle and normal there i neeeeed to just listen to him talk sweetly to me god. in that scenario i might not even be able to resist lifting my head up and putting my hands in his hair and kissing him, and i think he’d be so happy to be kissed that he’d be gripping your clothes kinda forcefully and holding you really tightly as if he’s trying to trap you but it’s just because it’s so nice and he just wants to be close to you.

in conclusion dale kobble is a big weepy needy mess for affection and i will die on this hill

[whumpsoda]

How about another vampire hunter coming across enthralled Marshall? Maybe they've been captured themselves, maybe they staked the vampire who became Marshall's master. They see this hunter they once knew reduced to a mindless, babbling thrall.

cw: cursing, brainwashed whumpee, restraints

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“H- hi.”

“Wh-,” Henry, chained to the wall like some sort of animal, turned to the door, cracked open as a figure stood half inside. He could make out the frame of the person’s frilly dress and untamed hair, cluing him in on what role they played within the household. “You’re… you’re the thrall.”

“Yes! Yes…” They said, with a deep and dazed voice, stepping fully into the light. “Do, um, dooo… you… wanna, uh, play with me…?”

Henry’s brain practically short circuited. He didn’t know if what he saw was actually real or a trick of the vampire kind. “No.” 

The thrall’s face dropped, head tipping to his feet. “O- oh. Okay…”

“What the fuck.” Henry could have screamed from the top of his lungs, voice rising with bubbling heat. The more intensely he studied the other man the more intensely he just knew he was right. “What the fuck!”

“Um, um-,”

“Marshall…?” He spit in disbelief, a concoction of emotions splattered across his face. 

Lighting up, the dopey, grinning man only beamed back, confirming the hunter’s theory. “Yeah! Marshall is me!”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding.”

“Uh, I don’t… understand…” his face twisted in puzzlement, hugging a stuffed plush close to his chest, almost shielding himself. “‘R you sure you don’t wanna play?”

“I- I think I’m gonna vomit.” Henry choked out a laugh, that proceeded into a boisterous chuckle of disbelief. “This is what happened to you? You let them turn you into this?”

“Uh, uh, I don’t… what…?” With glassy, glazed over eyes, and furrowed brows Marshall appeared just as hazy and stupid as any thrall, possibly even more so. “Are… are you mad at me…?”

“You’re a thrall! Holy shit!” He couldn’t help but see the humor in it, even while restrained and most likely looking at the same fate. At least Henry didn’t deserve it like Marshall did. He seemed to have gotten just what was coming to him. “Do you-, do you even remember me?”

“Um, Marshall doesn’t… remember a lot!” He replied sheepishly, bouncing around on his slipper-covered feet as the poofy dress he wore swished about.

“This is too funny! What an awesome surprise!” Henry wished - if he’d ever escape - that he could tell the whole world about Marshall’s humiliating predicament. He just knew everyone else back at the house would find it just as humorous and delightful as him.

[pacifierbby]

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ONLINE LOVE

* ੈ✩‧₊ Bumble where women come first. where women send the first message. However, Emily didn't know she was talking to anyone other than Lando Norris. Will Bumble be the first dating app she finds love with no other than an F1 racer?

୨ৎ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 LN4 x reader

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The week has been nothing but stressful back and forth of messages with your boss updating him about the meetings which sometimes he took an hour to reply to even though he promised he be free for these things making everyone at the table annoyed and making you feel embarrassed about the way your boss was acting you couldn't apologies to them enough the meeting took a lot longer because of that. however, you were thankful that today was Saturday and you could be free of stress for the weekend You and Lando texted back and forth him sending you sweet messages making you smile during the stressful week you both planned to go seeing today you were nervous it was your first date after so long after taking a break from relationships.

The sun shining through the big bay windows of your hotel room is the only thing your boss has done right during this week but you are going to put work behind you today and leave the stress for next week however you will have a conversation with your boss when you return. getting up from the comfort of your hotel bed and slipping on your slippers that were placed at the side of your bed looking outside of the window Monaco's city active cars passing by from the streets below going to their next destination.

Lando texting you that he be with you in an hour. giving you plenty of time to get ready for the fun ahead.

straightening the last strand of your hair. Looking at the mirror making sure that you didn't miss anything and that your outfit was okay nothing too casual but something in between for what Lando planned ahead your phone pinging with a message from Lando I'm 5 minutes away. xx quickly typed back okay see you soon ill meet you outside the hotel. xx

Making sure you have everything you need making a small checklist in your head grabbing the key card from its holder looking back at the mirror making sure your outfit is okay sighing here we go.

The seconds were going slower making you a little nervous you knew you were a little early to leave the hotel but you really didn't want him waiting for you looking down at your watch 1 more minute hearing a small beep looking towards the noise seeing a black Lamborghini pulling up slowly the window rolling down "your guide is here madame" laughing opening the passenger door "where we going?" putting your seatbelt on Lando pulling away from your hotel "that my love bug is a secret" blushing at the cute nickname sighing "I hate secrets but because its you I let you off" Lando looking over quickly winking at you.

The conversation bounced between the both of you like you knew each other for years. "well sweet here's our first destination" The road looked memorable "I remember this road from somewhere but cant remember where" Looking around Lando drove slowly around the corners "this is Circuit de Monaco you may see it on TV from F1" now he said it you did remember it from that your little sister addicted to formula one and tells everything about it "oh I remember now! my little sister talks about Formula One all the time she really likes this one guy uh" pointing her finger to her lips "that's it, Lando Norris!" making him laugh "yeah I enjoy it too big fan off that Lando guy would love to meet your sister one day" Making Emily nod looking at Monaco scenery leaving the first destination and onto the next.

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Lando didn't want to dare to tell her that he was the Formula One driver that her sister liked he just enjoyed being a normal person for that day he knew that he would have to tell her one day but that's another subject for another day for now he wanted to have fun with her bringing her to all the destinations that she couldn't go to on her last visit. The conversations constantly flowed making it easy for them both Emily talked about her work and how her boss embarrassed her in front of new contractors for the boss making Lando want to tell her to be the CEO assistant for McLaren but he knew he couldn't open up just yet. they just met she could easily be there for his fame if he told her but deep down he knew she wouldn't do that she sounded like a genuine person.

Pulling up to the next destination Fontvieille Port "I've been here before to meet with one of my boss's contractors" Lando parking his car at a parking space "Well my love we are doing something other than meeting contractors we are going on one of them yachts that I booked for us to ride while we're watching the sunset" making Emily smile at Lando "stay their ill open the door for you" jumping out of the car the sunset going down slowly just in time Lando thought opening the door for Emily holding her hand helping her out of the car shutting the door behind her. both of them making their way towards the yacht.

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Emily was surprised by Landos date planning no boy had done this for her always took her to a restaurant which between me and you she actually hated she preferred having a takeaway at home and watching movies she hated restaurants she avoided them like the plague so the fact that Lando planned this wowed her.

Lando helps her onto the boat The sun slowly sets behind them quickly taking a quick photo for memory Lando tells the driver to set off. walking towards her holding his hand out "Shall we?" Emily instantly took his hand leaving a small spark between them. Lando brings them over to a table and chairs on the top deck, which was nicely set out with a bottle of wine in the middle candles and flowers placed next to it plates and cutlery placed, giving Lando an instant brownie point. Helping her sit down at the table she knew he went through so much for this to be perfect tonight and that warmed her heart. The wine instantly opened her and Lando's glasses filled The boat went through the waves with ease her hair blowing with the wind conversations flowing back and forth. A man walks towards their table with a small clipboard in hand "Are you ready to order food?" looking up towards Lando "Can I have a medium steak with chips please" The waiter nods and looks towards you "Can I have the same please" writing down your order and rushing off towards the end of the boat

The sky slowly fell into the dark blue the stars lightening up the sky the lights surrounding the boat lightening up Lando's face "Thank you for planning this it's been beautiful so far" you softly spoke Lando smiled " only for a gorgeous woman" Holding up his glass making you instantly blush clicking your glass with his. You didn't have to wait long for the meals to come but you found it more beautiful that you and lando were having a meal on a boat under the stars you couldn't really find anything better than this right?.

The night was sadly coming to an end you and Lando at the front watched the midnight waves coming in contact with the boat "Again thank you, Lando, it has been memorable no one has done that for me" Lando turned towards you grabbing your hand "and I'm glad I could make this memorable for you but uh um can I have another date with you?" making you instantly nod "of course cant wait for what you plan next" lando softly leaning forward "can I?" making you nod both off you leaning in the kiss bring you butterflies and you swore you heard fireworks in the sky but that only what comes from Disney movies but this is going to be your Disney movie.

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✧˖*°࿐ 𝐀/𝐍 Please show this some love. Should I do another part of this?

[endlessburningdarkness]

This is messy but I had to get it out of my system. Credit to @sun-and-moon-mushroom for the idea and link to the original prompt. Thanks for the brainworms!

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Shen Yuan finishes stuffing the worst of his mess into drawers. The maid he's hired is due to arrive any minute but he's not so shameless that he won't try to clean a bit beforehand. Despite what his family thinks, Shen Yuan isn't completely useless.

The doorbell rings and he quickly checks his breath, fresh and minty still, because Shen Yuan did gargle with mouthwash earlier. There's still takeout boxes strewn on the coffee table but no time to throw them in the garbage now.

He rushes to open the door, apology ready on his lips.

"Sorry about the-" His voice falls away.

There's a man at the door. A man in a maid outfit. Shen Yuan is eye level with his chest, where the plunging neckline of his shirt exposes the white curves of his generous pecs. Shen Yuan's eyes follow exposed skin to the white ribbon tied around a small waist.

Shen Yuan's eyes drop, tracing down the dark fabric of the skirt, which ends very quickly, lined with white ruffles. They rest against the soft flesh of thick thighs. Shen Yuan's brain short circuits and he gapes, mouth hanging open.

His eyes continue down, unbidden, over strong calves and smooth, hairless skin, all the way to dainty ankles peeking out from ruffled white socks. They finish at a pair of polished black shoes, heeled and topped with small white bows.

"Sir?" The deep voice speaking over his head jerks his attention to the man's face.

And what a face! Shen Yuan suddenly understands why women swoon in those stupid stories. He's close to swooning now. The man is absolutely, gorgeously, swoon worthy. Flawless, soft-looking skin. The kind that bounces back at the press of a finger. He thinks the man must be wearing makeup, his lips can't be that red naturally. A strong jaw, elegant nose, sharp cheekbones and big doe eyes waiting for him. An adorable, perfect curl falls over his forehead.

"Uh.."

Shen Yuan's thoughts come slowly. This must be a mistake. Why is the most beautiful man in the world dressed in a maid outfit outside his door?

"You ordered the maid service? The lovely and masculine —Shen Yuan dizzily notes— man asks.

"Yes." Shen Yuan croaks.

He can't lie to such a stunning person, even if there's no reason for him to be at Shen Yuan's door. Perhaps he's lost...

The man smiles and the world fades away. Shen Yuan thinks if birds appeared at his shoulders and started signing a la Disney princess, he wouldn't be surprised. It's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. The man's eyes curve into enchanting crescents and his cheeks pull up cutely. Full lips stretch to reveal pearly white teeth.

"Hello sir, I'm Luo Binghe, your assigned maid!" He bows deep and polite.

Shen Yuan is too busy admiring the graceful movement to register his words. The man stands back up, he' so tall, yet slender... and holds up some ID or something, as if it matters, as if Shen Yuan is going to accuse someone so perfect of any-

"Can I come in?"

Shen Yuan freezes. Come in? To Shen Yuan's filthy apartment? Why on earth would he want to do that? He doesn't reply, blinking in confusion instead.

The man steps forward and Shen Yuan automatically backs out of his way. Shen Yuan's cheeks flush, ashamed as he recalls his own appearance, he's wearing sweats and a shirt he hasn't changed for days. The man's cologne? perfume, wafts into his nose, sweet and strong.

By the time Shen Yuan regains some of his wits, the man has closed the door and replaced his dainty heels with the indoor slippers available in the shoe rack. He smiles again at Shen Yuan, lowering his long lashes and inclining his head demurely, and walks further into the apartment. Shen Yuan stares at him walking away, swallowing, his eyes track the sway of the short skirt.

The gentle movement of the fabric causes round curves and the white of high-cut panties to peek out with every step. Shen Yuan's knees weaken and he leans against the wall to stop himself from falling to the floor.

What the fuck is going on?!

[emlovessid]

@jegulus-microfic october 26, bad luck, 347 words

“Oh, sorry!” 

Regulus looks up to the person who had made to grab the last packet of jaffa cakes at the same time as him, both of them jumping back when their hands brushed.

“Did you want these?” the man says, pointing at the shelf.

Regulus tries not to blush under the man’s gaze, because he might be the most attractive man he’s ever seen. Meanwhile Regulus is here wearing trackies and slippers, looking an absolute mess. In his defense, it’s 11pm and he wasn’t expecting to bump into anybody on his late night study snack run.

“Oh no, you’re alright. You can have them,” he stammers.

“Are you sure? I can get something else instead.”

“No, really. Please have them,” Regulus says, taking the packet off the shelf and pushing it into the man’s hands. 

Regulus walks away quickly, shooting the man a quick smile as he turns into the next aisle. He really did want the jaffa cakes – they were the entire reason he’d come to the supermarket actually – but put an attractive man in front of him and apparently his brain short-circuits. Talk about bad luck.

As he exits the store, having settled for a packet of crisps instead, he comes to a stop at the sight of the man leant against the wall outside. He’s already smiling at Regulus when he meets his eyes.

“Hey, this is so random, but you seem like the kind of person who might enjoy a jaffa cake. Would you fancy one?” he says, holding out the open packet to him. 

Regulus can’t help but laugh as he reaches out to take one.

“You know that’s pretty crazy. I actually came here to buy jaffa cakes but then some guy got to the last packet before me.”

“Some guy, huh?” his smile is out of control at this point, and it doesn’t help Regulus’ growing crush.

“Shame my disheveled appearance probably put him off.”

“If this is disheveled, I’d love to see what you look like at your best.”

“That could be arranged,” Regulus says with a smirk.

[britt-kageryuu]

Leo and Donnie are streaming together. Leo's model is in galaxy print sweatpants, a space themed sweater, his mask, and unicorn slippers. He's sitting cross legged on his blue inflatable chair. Donnies model is dressed in circuit board themed pants, a purple shirt with "Error: Program Functionally Works" on it, his mask with scince charms, his goggles, and Dinosaur slippers. He's sitting on a purple inflatable chair. Shelldon and River are hiding behind the chat box, and peeking out every now and then.

The brother's are playing through a horror game. Leo keeps jumping at the various scares, and Donnie keeps saying that the game is very predictable on where the jumpscares are planned.

Leo: I don't care if the scares are predictable, you have got to be freaked out by this game on some level!

Donnie: Well this concept is a bit overdone, and while it may have been scary at one point it's lost the level of terror it once did.

Chat is not believing that Donnie is fully immune to the game. There is a poll going on whether Donnie will get scared, or not.

Donnie: Scoff! At least some of you have faith in my ability to...SHRIEK!!!

Suddenly Donnies model is gone from the screen. A loud clattering is heard, and a slight thunk. Leo's looks around a bit before looking up. The poll is paying out because no one specified that it had to be an ingame related scare. Much rejoice, and anguish in the chat.

Leo: Huh, I thought that only happened in cartoons. Dee is stuck to the ceiling like a cartoon cat that got scared. What scared ya?

A loud meow is suddenly heard. Chat is confused about how Donnie is stuck to the ceiling, and surprised by the meow.

Leo: Oh hey Sunny, how'd you get in here?

Leo's model leans over, and pets an invisible cat that is in the room. Chat is going nuts with cat emojis, and messages of Cat! Kitty! Meowmeow! Meanwhile Donnies model drops back into frame from above looking very annoyed.

Donnie: We will never speak of this again! Annoyed Huff!

Leo: Dee, we're live, you will never live this down, it's probably been clipped multiple times.

Donnie still annoyed sits back down and pouts. Apparently Sunny hopped into his lap to ask for forgiveness, because he's petting the air above his lap.

They continue with the game until they get to a good stopping point to switch games. Chat is definitely not letting Donnie forget how their cat scared him in such a very comical way. Donnie keeps threatening to block everyone currently watching the stream.

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The hardest part of these is describing the clothes their models are currently wearing!

[dragonbadgerbooks]

Little Red Riding Hood makes for a popular fairy tale cover <3

[blairdrawzstuff]

I'm glad ☺️

<3

And yw!!!! It brought me joy :3

I want to humanize your guys' object/animal ocs!!!!! If you would like me to humanize ur oc, reblog this with a ref sheet of the oc and I'll do it!!

[m1dnyt3-w0lf]

Cuddles

Logan x OC: Midnyte Wolf

Summary: She had a nightmare, he comforts her

Midnyte woke with a choked cry and covered in a cold sweat. She shot up with a gasp, clutching at the blankets that tangled around her legs. She panted for breath as her gaze darted this way and that. No crowd of screaming people. Her eyes sank to her hands. No blood. Slowly, she released her blankets from her death grip. Her hands shook. The room suddenly felt too stuffy. With some struggle, she managed to release her legs from the blanket’s grip and swing them over the edge of her bed. The chill of the floor froze her feet into place and further helped to wake her up as a violent shiver rode down her spine. A ragged breath spilled from her lips. She slipped on her slippers and made her way out of her room. However, she didn’t get far.

“Logan!” She gasped, clutching at her chest at the fright of the tall man in front of her. He was leaning against the door frame with his eyes immediately trained on hers like he was waiting for her. Knowing him, he probably was. She was quick to avert her gaze, unintentionally landing her eyes onto his bare chest. Her cheeks flushed, and her ears flattened. She was quick to avert her gaze once more, looking completely away from Logan altogether. For once, Midnyte cursed her wolf sight.

“You okay?” Logan asked in a rumbling tone that didn’t hide his concern. She could feel his gaze boring into her as if seeking the truth himself. Her tail whipped behind her a bit.

“Just a nightmare, sorry if I woke you.” She mumbles. She peered up at him through her lashes, almost scared to meet his gaze. His eyes didn’t show any of the hardness she was used to seeing from them. If anything, they looked softer than kitten fur. He looked almost worried.

“Not at all, I was already awake.” He says softly. Midnyte wasn’t sure what had him acting differently from his usual arrogant self, but she was happy he wasn’t. She might’ve lashed out if he was. She almost shivered at the thought.

“Mind if I come in?” Logan asked suddenly, making her eyes widen in shock.

“Sure.” She mumbled, unable to say anything else as her brain short circuited. She moved aside to let him in. He eyed her as if he hadn’t expected such a quick agreement. He pushed himself off the doorway and made his way in. Midnyte closed the door, shutting them both away from the world. Wordlessly, Logan reached out and took her arm into his hand. His touch reminded her of a feather. She looked up at him with a questioning look, seeing only his soft eyes staring back. He gently led her back to her bed. She wanted to ask him what he was on about, but his unnatural silence egged her to stay silent as well. He pulled back the covers and led her to climb into bed. Hesitantly, she did, laying on her side facing him. He chuckled softly.

“Turn around.” He commanded in a light tone. Midnyte knit her eyebrows together and did as she was told. There’s shuffling and pressure on the bed behind her and then, suddenly, his arms around her. She gasped and stiffened in his hold. His movements stopped.

“This’ll help with the nightmares, trust me, pup.” He whispers softly, his breath fanning over the back of her head and ears. She nearly shivered at the feeling. His hand rubbed her arm in a slow rhythm that helped her to calm down. Midnyte’s body relaxed, allowing Logan to gently pull her back flush against his chest. A sigh left her lips at the feeling of his warmth against her back. She felt her body relax further. Any memory of the nightmare she had was driven away into the darkest recesses of her mind.

“Get some sleep, pup.” Logan whispered into her ear. His arm gently tightened around her waist, the hold protective. “I’ve got ya.”

It was the best sleep either had had in a very long time.

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Family Matters, pt. 3

Part 3 - Expectations

“Buen trabajo, niño,” Coach ‘Cane opened the locker room door and held it for his protege and namesake, Piston Hondo. “Lots of heart. Gotta work on pacing, though, niño. You nearly gassed out in the second.”

“Hai, Sensei.” Piston has a towel around his neck, his gloves in hand. “I underestimated Disco-san’s stamina. That was my mistake. I won’t make it again.”

A hearty laugh echoes from Hurricane’s lungs, surprising his fighter. “Órale, vato, don’t be so hard on yourself. Tonight was a big win, no? Take tomorrow off. Celebrate. You’ve got a title shot at King Hippo next. The real work starts Monday. ¿Entiende usted?”

Piston bowed deeply as another voice joined the conversation from the door. “Koji? Celebrate? Good luck with that.”

Both men turned their attention to the doorway and Cutie Hondo, Piston’s sister and Coach ‘Cane’s star female student, stood leaning against the door jamb, a sly grin on her face.

“And you wouldn’t have misjudged Disco’s wind if you went to the club with us last week like I asked, o.. nii… chan,” Cutie walked over and hugged her brother tightly before turning toward their coach, bowing, and hugging him, as well.

“O… nii… san, Kyoko-chan,” Piston chastised as he sat to unlace his boots. “I’m your older brother.”

Both Coach ‘Cane and Cutie chuckled and the coach shook his head, “I will never understand the Japanese need for formality and ceremony.”

Cutie sat next to her brother on the bench, “We all have traditions, Coach. Some of us just take them too seriously sometimes.”

“And others don’t take them seriously enough,” Piston replied as he sat up and placed his boots in his bag.

Coach ‘Cane smiled warmly at the two siblings, “I hope you two never change.” Placing his hand on Piston’s shoulder, he then addressed his namesake directly, “Rest up tomorrow, niño, and enjoy the win, no? We’ve got a lot of hard work ahead. That Minor Circuit belt’s coming home.”

“Hai, sensei,” Piston bowed his head as he answered.

“Buenas noches, mi niños” Coach ‘Cane nodded at his charges before he took his bag and left.

“Piston Hondo,” Cutie stared off into the distance, motioning with her hands as if a marquee was lighting up with her words, “WVBA Minor Circuit Champion. Sounds good, big bro.”

Piston pulled a towel and his toiletries from his bag, “If I am so fortunate.”

Cutie’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, “‘So fortunate?’ Koji, there’s humble and then there’s you. Hippo’s good, real good. I mean, he is the champ. But, we both know that you are too fast and too sharp for him.”

“You think too highly of my skills, Kyoko-chan,” Piston stood and opened his locker, pulling his street clothes out and hanging them on the locker door. “Just like otou-san.”

Cutie shot to her feet, “What’s that supposed to mean?!”

Piston continued to arrange things for his shower, pulling out a pair of slippers, “You know I’m right, Kyoko-chan. The Kobayashi Family has excelled in every martial art we’ve practiced for six generations. Our father expects both of us to not simply become champions, but to become dominant champions, just as he was in kendo.”

“Koji,” Cutie started to speak, but stopped and took a deep breath. The gaze Piston fixed on her was one she’d never seen. “Nii-san, what aren’t you telling me?”

Piston sat back down, eyes focused on the floor, head down. His face was as always, stone, but his eyes. There were tears welling in his eyes.

“Nii-san?” Cutie’s voice wasn’t much more than a whisper now.

“You were two when they divorced,” Piston’s voice was quiet and deliberate. “You don’t remember living with otou-san. He… insisted… on proficiency and discipline. I was to be his heir and he dedicated my life to kendo.”

Cutie, unlike her brother, didn’t hide her feelings well. Her confusion was evident, “You mean ‘his’ life, right?”

“No,” Piston’s gaze didn’t shift from its spot on the floor, “I mean ‘my life’. From age five, my life was unchanging. Wake at 4. Practice, breakfast, then school. Come home. Homework, dinner, then practice until 9. Bathe and sleep. Repeat. And his standards for execution were… exacting.”

“Why have I never heard this before?” Cutie was stunned. This was a side of her brother she never knew.

“When okaa-san was pregnant with you, NHK aired a documentary on Piston Hurricane,” her brother seemingly ignored her question and continued. “He was the great Cuban champion that fell in love with Japan. They showed his gym, told his story. I wanted to meet him, and okaa-san made that happen. I was in Fujisawa the day you were born. It was the only time otou-san was away long enough for my absence to go unnoticed.”

Words failed Kyoko Kobayashi, Cutie Hondo, in that moment. She just leaned into her big brother’s shoulder and wrapped her arm around him as he continued.

“I knew that day,” Piston carried on, “that I wanted to be Hurricane-sensei’s pupil, not otou-san’s. I told him the next day. I knew it was tense between our parents, but okaa-san’s support of me was the last straw. The next two years were… difficult.”

Cutie saw tears start to fall slowly from her brother’s eyes. “And I’ve made tonight difficult, too, getting to explain all this. Gomen, onii-san.”

“No need, Kyoko-chan.” Piston wrapped his arm around his sister and held her tight for a moment. “I should have told you before now, and there’s more to tell.”

“Nii-san?” Cutie released Piston and moved to stand before him. “You’re going to win that Minor Circuit belt.”

Piston looked up at his little sister, his eyes now tinged red.

“And I,” Cutie continued, a resolute smile on her face, “am gonna win the Women’s Circuit Title Tournament.”

“Kyoko…” Now, it was Koji’s turn to be at a loss for words.

“We’re winning those titles for Coach ‘Cane,” Cutie’s voice slowly grew in confidence, “for mother, and for ourselves. We’re gonna prove ourselves and those belts will be our thanks to those that helped us along the way. But, we are not doing this because anyone expects us to.”

Piston stood and drew his sister in for another hug. “When did you become so wise, Kyoko-chan.”

“Same time I became so badass. So, forever,” Cutie chuckled as her brother grabbed his shower kit.

“I owe the rest of the story.” Piston moved toward the showers, “Over a late dinner? You choose where we… celebrate… tonight.”

Cutie’s eyes shot open wide, “Really?”

“You are under 21, Kyoko-chan,” Piston cracked a slight smile.

“Waffle House it is then!” Cutie cheered as Piston groaned. “What? It’s late and knockouts deserve hashbrowns!”

[call-me-eds]

Steddie fluff (going back to my ROOTS and writing the gays)

Eddie with kids make Steve short-circuit. Holly is maybe a little younger here than she actually is in s4?

Steve Harrington is a lot of things. He’s athletic, well-groomed, charming, and an all-around cool guy if you’re not asking anyone that actually spends any time with him. He’s also incredibly romantic, loyal to a fault, and would do anything for his friends; which is how he ends up leaving the comfort of his home on a cold winter evening to cover Nancy’s babysitting duties. He wasn’t even sure of the reason she was asking for his help, just said yes in favor of gaining back some lost time with one of his many younger pals.

When Mike walked through the basement door with his hand in his little sister’s, Eddie nearly blew a gasket. Erica Sinclair was one thing, she could keep up with the campaign and didn’t need a chaperone to go to the bathroom, but Holly was a toddling liability. She could choke on a figurine or get scared by the monster voices or shove a crayon so far up her nose they needed to stop and drive her to the ER!

Eddie didn’t say any of this, though, because he had picked up some grace from his boyfriend. His boyfriend who cooed at babies in line at the mall and teared up at the end of romantic comedies when they flash-forward to the husband and wife and kids moving into a Victorian house on the corner. His boyfriend who was softening Eddie’s edges day in and day out just by being around him.

Steve was smooth to the eye, keys to his BMW twirling around his finger and sunglasses blocking out the sappy look he gave everyone in his life. But as soon as the keys were in the bowl by the door and the sunglasses were off, he melted into his slippers and practically morphed into a house cat.

So when Steve strolled into the school basement all eloquence and suaveness flew out of the window so small it was a fire hazard. Eddie had Holly on his knee, arm wrapped around her small body like a safety bar on a roller coaster. She was giggling and clapping her hands like she really was at an amusement park, while Eddie was shaking her gently and having her roll the dice for him. Steve didn’t stand a chance.

“Incredible roll, master-in-training!” Eddie said to Holly in a similar voice to when he praised Steve the few and far between times he joined the game. “With your additional 2 strength, that brings your total to a six, so it’s a miss,” Eddie told Mike.

“That doesn’t count, though, I didn’t roll my own dice,” the middle Wheeler child immediately began to fight, as is their nature. “Holly, no,” he scooped the dice up off the table as his sister was about to pick them up from where she dropped them, mere inches away. Her face scrunched up, ready to lunge across the table at her brother and kick and scream until she got what she wanted. She wasn’t a baby anymore, she could express her emotions, although right now the only one she was feeling was unadulterated anger.

“Mike!” she screeched, taking a page out of her older sister’s book, piercing the ears of anyone still left in the school this late after hours. Dustin, Will, and Lucas cringed like they had heard this a million times before, because they had. The only thing missing was Mrs. Wheeler rushing down the stairs to scoop up her baby and take her upstairs for ice cream.

“Woah, Munchkin, give a guy a chance to put in some ear-plugs before you do that again,” Eddie leaned away and dramatically tugged on his ear. Holly turned toward him, not used to having her tantrums interrupted so quickly.

“If you make any more noise the dragon is going to waltz right in here and eat us all up, and I don’t think I’ll be able to stop him by myself,” he said, peering towards the door and seeing Steve for the first time. Eddie winked quickly at him before turning back towards the toddler on his lap. She huffed and looked at Mike’s hand that was still gripping the dice she had become friendly with.

“Mike,” she repeated, pleading her case to the judge and jury.

“I know, he’s one of our weaker soldiers, but we have to let him come along. He brings the babes,” he ran his finger back and forth along her smooth cheek, bringing a smile to her face yet again. “Wheeler, give your little sister the god damn dice or I am going to have her replace you full-time,” Eddie said through clenched teeth. And just like they were in the Wheeler basement, he began to fight back.

“Eddie-”

“Hi, Miss Holly!” Steve swooped in, then, thinking if he had to look at Eddie firmly mediate a petty argument between the siblings for another minute his heart would burst right through his chest, Alien-style. “What say you and me go see if there’s some stuff laying around in the gym to play with?” he reached down and expected his small friend to extend her arms up toward him like she usually did. Instead, he was met with a shake of her head and the pleasure of seeing Eddie try not to yelp when she tugged on a lock of his hair less than gently.

“No, I want to stay,” she scrambled closer to Eddie’s chest and hugged her little arms around his neck, effectively melting Steve’s heart. He couldn’t be upset that she liked his boyfriend more than him, it was so sweet he felt a new cavity coming in.

Eddie and Holly both looked up at Steve with their big round eyes, begging him not to separate them. Just one would have done, but with the two of them looking up at him he would have figured out a way to bend the laws of gravity.

“Okay, I’ll be over here if you need me,” he spoke to Holly but it was meant for both of them. Steve almost floated to his corner of the room, powered by his adoration. Eddie continued the game, involving Holly as much as he could and giving Mike just as much trouble. Steve was melting.

It wasn’t that Steve resented being the Carol Brady of their balky bunch, but watching Eddie taking over was so endearing. Like a mother whose children had all grown up, Steve missed being around little kids, even though he didn’t know his kids in question until they were well past this age. They still needed him, then, though, and now he was just a nice-to-have.

Holly needed him. In fact, she was obsessed with him. When he and Nancy were together, he only needed ten minutes with the smallest Wheeler before she trusted him completely, falling asleep on a very uncomfortable Steve at the time. Now, if he ran into Mrs. Wheeler in town or needed to drop by their house for something, which was happening less and less now, it took all of his strength not to ask if he could watch her for the night.

So he was enjoying playing parent for the night, sue him! Holly was adorable, and seeing Eddie so considerate of her played right into his fantasy. He was content to sit there and flick through the old magazine he borrowed from Eddie, but his head snapped up when he heard someone exclaim what sounded like a whimper of pain.

Naturally, his eyes went right to the head of the table, where he saw Holly scrunching up her face, her finger in the air like it had surprised her, and Eddie looking frozen. Mike had his character sheet in his hand, and it was clear by the angle of his arm that he snatched it away from his baby sister.

Before Steve could even stand up the screaming had started.

“Oh come on, Honey, it’s just a paper cut,” Eddie repositioned the girl so she was facing him and took her finger between his own. Her face was growing redder as she pushed her lungs to the absolute limit, making noises that Eddie thought were reserved for horror movies. Before he, or Mike, could do any additional damage Steve swooped in.

“Hi, Darling,” he said, getting to the scene of the crime in just a few steps.

“Hi,” Eddie breathed out. Steve smiled both at his assumption that Steve was talking to him and to soothe Holly.

They switched responsibilities easily, growing together quickly and effectively enough to no longer have to think about what they needed from one another, it was instinct at this point in their relationship. Eddie lifted Holly up so Steve could grab her more easily, and he happily did. Their roles reversed now as Eddie looked admirably upon Steve being so gracious and caring with Holly. He never thought the sight of someone taking care of an ankle-biter would melt his cold heart, but he also never thought that he would be dating Steve Harrington either.

It got to him because he knew how soothing Steve’s hands were when they were rubbing your back. He knew how his voice whispering in your ear could deescalate your feelings, no matter how big they were. He knew how being wrapped in his arms could make even the most difficult of problems seem like they were an easy hurdle to pass. Steve was magic, and being under his spell made you feel invincible.

Holly could feel the effects, too, evidently, as she quickly calmed down. One lap around the hallway and she bounced back into the room like nothing had ever happened. If Steve just so happened to lift her up again in time for her tiny, sparkly, sneaker to collide with her brother’s head than he did it so smoothly no accusation could be made

“All better, Princess?” Eddie asked, much more stiff now with her sharing his throne than he was before. She nodded, and the two of them looked up at Steve with the same sparkle in their eyes. He winked and both of their hearts fluttered, feeling incredibly lucky to have his attention.

“You’re such a baby,” Mike grumbled.

“I am so telling Nancy,” Eddie sighed, like he had no other choice. Steve laughed his embarrassing laugh that reminded his boyfriend he was just as weird as he was, but it just made him more charming.

“No!” Eddie’s ability to get underneath the skin of their younger adversaries put him on a pedestal high enough that even Steve couldn’t climb it.

They were perfect for each other.