#dabs groggily

[chaoticelectron]

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint will be the death of me. I think every escapist Reader is like Dokja and they'd rather die to protect the stories they love than to stop loving the stories. We all are Dok-ja and we imagine stories to reality. Every book is written for a person who'll read it. Without a reader a book does not exist.

This was a masterpiece with perfectly aligned time-loops, myth and fable elements and the will of all readers.

Spoiler ahead

Get yourself friends who will continue to write stories for you every day for 10 years until they die so you can live or those who'd repeat thousands of lives to meet you and you who'd be willing to be hated so that people you love can be people who are happy. This is the pain of a reader?

[w2soneshots]

Glitter -W2S

words: 0.6k+

warnings: jealousy.

summary: Harry doesn’t like glitter but when he sees you putting some on Chris at the eras tour he changes his mind.

notes: hey babes! I’m not a swifte and don’t know loads about Taylor Swift but I hope I did this request justice🫶🏼. Enjoy!!🤗🎀

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y/username: T Swift baby!!!🩵

Tagged: @wroetoshaw @chrismd10 @theobaker

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taliamar: HOTTIE🥵

chrismd10: glitter for dayyyzz

y/nfanpage21: the makeup's lookin fire😚🤌

user56911304: w2s confirmed swiftie??!!

"Oh Harry, come on. It's just glitter!" I was trying to convince Harry to let me put some of my glitter onto his face. "Nah, no, it's messy and annoying." He backed up from my glittery hands. I huffed, though I respected his decision. "Fine. So boring." I turned to finish doing my makeup.

Once I was ready I popped a pot of silver glitter into my bag, along with powder and lipgloss, just in case I needed to touch anything up. I slipped my heels on then made my way into the living room. Harry got up from his place on the sofa.

"You look great babe," he complimented, hands making their way to my waist. I smiled up at him. "Sure you don't want any glitter?" I tried one last time. He huffed out a laugh. "I'm sure, let's go."

We left and got a taxi to Wembley stadium. Harry got a text from Chris just as the car pulled up a few streets away saying that him and Theo were already inside. We walked through a sea of people before finally getting to the entrance.

We scanned our tickets and made it inside without a hitch. "There they are!" Harry said loudly as the stadium was filled with people and very noisy. "Hi!" I exclaimed as we got to our seats right at the back. I shared a quick hug with the boys then got situated.

When Taylor finally came out the crowd burst into excited screams and the intro music began playing. Chris seemed to be extremely excited. Me, Harry and Theo chuckled as we watched his face light up.

y/username just posted a new story!

Around two hours in I reached into my bag to reapply my lipgloss, along with the glitter I'd brought. "Is that glitter?" I heard Chris ask from beside me. "Yeah, want some?" I asked hopefully. He nodded eagerly.

I reached my finger into the pot and dabbed some over his skin from his temple to his cheekbone. We were taking as I did it and once I was finished I turned back to my bag to see that Harry was looking at us.

"You okay?" I asked, brows raised. He shuffled slightly. "Uh- I changed my mind, can I have some?" He gestured down to the pot in my hand. I smirked. "Jealous are we?" I teased as I did the same to him as I'd done with Chris. "No. Just realised it looks cool," he replied nonchalantly. "Mhm, sure." I giggled.

I was extremely pleased that everyone was now sporting silver gitter and I was glad Harry had given in. We all turned our attention back to the stage.

The concert lasted just over three and a half hours. By the end my voice was practically gone and my feet were killing me but I'd had so much fun. It took an annoying amount of time to get out of the stadium though.

We parted ways with the boys and Harry held my hand tightly as we rushed to the uber we'd booked prior, trying not to bump into people as there was a large crowd outside.

The traffic was awful on the way home and I ended up drifting off, my head resting on Harry's shoulder. He helped me inside when we finally arrived outside of our apartment and we both fell into bed.

The next morning we woke to glitter spread across both of our pillows. Harry groaned. "This is why I hate that stuff." I chuckled groggily. "You looked hot though babe."

[nadvs]

keep thinking about having a sneaky link and or fwb situation with rafe and one night he calls you and hes like ‘can i come over i need you’ and youre like dude im asleep but hes already standing at your place and when you open the door hes all dishevelled and bloody and beat up and drunk or high or whatever and close to passing out so you patch him up and eventually get into some freaky stuff and maybe he even ends up confessing hes falling for you……. is that anything

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content warning blood/injury

You’re used to Rafe’s name flashing on your phone late at night. He’s usually drunk or high after a party, desperate to fuck and knowing you’re almost always up for it.

You know he’s not interested in nor capable of having sex with any strings attached. It’s just a friends with benefits situation, and you’ll take what you can get, loving how perfectly his body fits into yours.

But it hasn’t stopped you from developing feelings for the complex, hardened man who’s seen you naked dozens of times.

Tonight, you’re already dozing off when your phone starts buzzing. You tiredly pick it up to see he’s calling. He never calls. Only texts.

You figure it’s another booty call and let it go to voicemail.

But he calls again. And again.

“What?” you say groggily.

“Can I come over?” he rasps.

“I’m sleeping,” you say. “Another night, ‘kay?”

“Please. I need you.”

“What?” you ask. You’ve never heard his voice like this. Sad. Empty.

“I’m outside your building. I… I need you,” he repeats.

You agree even though you’re exhausted, hearing desperation in his voice. When you open your door, Rafe’s head is hanging, his messy hair falling over his forehead, his lips parted.

When he finally looks up, you notice blood spattered over his nose.

“What the hell happened?” you ask, eyes widening.

“Can you help me?” he says. Rafe doesn’t have anywhere else to go. He realizes how pathetic it is that a girl he fucks casually is the closest person he has to him. And how pathetic is that you don’t even know it.

He’s leaning against your bathroom sink as you dab a wet tissue over the dried blood, his lids heavy. He feels like he’s about to pass out, but he wants to keep looking at you.

Even through the fog, gazing at you and feeling the way you take care of him gets him hard. As you clean him up, you notice the bulge in his jeans.

“Really?” you say with a breathy laugh.

“You’re hot,” he drawls, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

After tossing out the bloodied tissue, you brush Rafe’s bangs out of his face and study his tired features. He doesn’t get many moments like this with you. These soft, quiet moments of concern and care.

It makes him wonder, like always, if you feel the way he does.

“What happened?” you ask.

“Fight,” he says with a shrug.

“Ever considered just walking away?”

“That’s stupid.”

You chuckle and step back, but he pulls you in by your wrist and kisses you, fighting through the pain radiating on his face. You purposely kiss gently so not to hurt him, arousal twisting inside of you. You don’t care about how tired you are anymore.

He stands, pushing you back, following your footsteps into your room. He grinds into you once you’re on your bed, feeling himself throbbing already.

“I thought you were hurt,” you tease.

“I am,” Rafe whispers. “Make me feel better.”

He knows your body by now, knows where to touch to get you wet. He kisses down your neck as he pulls your pajamas off, rubbing you over your panties.

You strip him down to his boxers, dipping your hand into them and stroking his hard, smooth cock. He lets out a groan, loving the feeling of your fingers wrapped around him.

Once you’re naked, you sit on him, slowly sinking onto him, letting him bury into you. Rafe throws his head back in pleasure. He never gets used to how nicely you squeeze around him.

As you start to rock, your hands on his firm chest, he watches you on top of him in awe. He grips your hips, letting you take full control, loving how you writhe and move and breathe.

“You take it so fucking good,” he praises, revelling in how hot and wet you are.

You lean down so your clit rubs against his base, whimpering at the sensation, arching your back. Rafe’s hands rest on your ass as you move on top of him, reaching your peak with shallow breaths.

He cums quickly after you, emptying himself inside you in hard and fast spurts, groaning through his climax.

You clean up and settle beside him, sure he’ll head out soon. He never stays the night. But he’s not getting up.

He turns to kiss you again, cradling your face. You figure he wants to go for a second round. He continues to run his tongue over yours, languidly and without the speed and urgency you’re used to.

Rafe isn’t touching you anywhere else. His palms are on your cheeks, his lips gently sucking yours. He eventually pulls back, forehead against yours.

“I can’t keep doing this,” he mutters.

“Doing what?”

“Pretending.” He swallows hard. “Pretending like this is just fucking.”

“What?” Your heart is racing. Your stomach is numb. You look at him in the dimness of your room.

“This no strings attached thing is bullshit,” he says. “You’re all I fucking think about.”

He kisses you again, soft and shy for the first time.

“Is it just me?” he asks. He’s hurting all over, in pain from simply imagining you rejecting him.

You’re worried he’s just fucked up from whatever he was drinking or inhaling earlier tonight, but you take the opportunity to get your feelings off your chest, no matter the risk.

“It’s not just you,” you finally say.

He breaths a short sigh of relief, kissing you again, thumb stroking your temple.

Rafe isn’t sure when you went from an amazing hook-up to a girl who’s slowly taking his heart piece by piece, but it’s been agony keeping it from you.

He’s glad that he doesn’t have to pretend anymore, but mostly, he’s elated that you feel the same.

[rztaros]

: healing bonds

synopsis. tending to her wounds pairing. clarisse la rue x fem!r genre. fluff wc. 1k+ now playing. bewitched by laufey . . . 💿 notes. 💬 lowercase intended + sorta flirty clarisse

the night hung heavy with silence, and the dim glow of the lamp besides you casted a warm light across the room. seated comfortably in your bed, you'd cradle a book in your hands, finding solace within it.

you'd soon be interrupted by consecutive taps against your window. sitting up groggily, you'd draw open the curtains. as you squinted, you saw none other than clarisse, your girlfriend, aiming to throw another rock at your window just to draw your attention to her.

when she finally noticed she got your attention, she'd stand with a shit-eating grin, dropping all the remaining pebbles in her hand.

"about time!" clarisse exclaimed dramatically, acting as if she had something urgent to announce.

you tried to suppress a smile at her mannerisms, cracking the window all the way up while also trying to stay as quiet as you possibly could to not wake any of your siblings up.

as you helped clarisse up, you couldn't help but notice the gash on her arm and tiny cuts scattered around her hands. clarisse sat down on your bed, the rebellious spark in her eyes still lingering. you'd sit down besides her, your gaze flickering to her arms, hands, and face, taking in all the cuts she had.

"sooo… what are you doing here?" you muttered as concern washed over your face.

"i just missed my girlfriend, sue me," she responded sarcastically, throwing you a familiar smirk. you rolled your eyes before bringing your hands to her arm and hands, your fingers brushing over her gash and cuts softly.

you sighed, your lips twisting into a frown. suddenly getting up and turning to the counter, you gathered ointment cream, a small cloth, a bottle of peroxide, a roll of bandage wraps, and scissors.

drenching the cloth with peroxide, you'd swing back around to face clarisse. your fingers dab the now drenched cloth over the freshly stitched gash on clarisse's arm. clarisse would wince at the sharp, lingering stings each time the dab met her arm.

as soon as you finished applying the peroxide, you'd apply ointment on her cuts. you'd be sure to be gentle and deliberate while tending to clarisse's cuts.

while trying to lighten the mood, clarisse would blurt out, "you look beautiful tonight."

the compliment rolled off clarisse's tongue, the girl watching you intently apply ointment to her cuts.

usually, you would be flustered at her compliments, often burying your head into the back of her neck, as your mind recalls it over and over again. however, tonight was an exception to that condition as you'd only sigh in response.

"just… stay still, clar." you'd exhale. your hand cupped her cheek while the other was tending to the cuts that stained her face. with the dab of ointment cream on your fingertip, you applied it on her face.

tracing her features under the dim lighting of your lamp, it'd seem almost as if you were mapping out constellations beneath her skin. except, rather than constellations, they were cuts littered across her face in hues of red.

even just the thought of clarisse being hurt pulled your heart-strings into a knot that can't seem to be untied.

as you were lost in your thoughts while you rubbed ointment over clarisse's face, clarisse would notice, "are you okay?"

you'd look up at clarisse incredulously, and by then, you'd realize the close proximity between the two of you. you felt her breath fanned against your cheek, making you lean away for a moment, "i should be asking you that, y'know."

clarisse's chuckle filled the room, and for the first time tonight, the atmosphere felt lighter, just by the sound of her laughter. it'd feel as if a weight shifted off your chest, and the only thing the world revolved around were you and clarisse.

"i guess you're right, y/n," clarisse would mutter, a soft smile laid on the corners of her lips.

you'd nod, continuing to apply the cream, "tell me if anythin' hurts, alright?" with a tender touch, you'd move a strand of clarisse's hair that had fallen across her face, making sure to treat each inch of the girl's wounds.

once you finished applying the ointment, you'd go to bandage clarisse's arm. you'd start to wrap from her bicep to her forearm, securing the end using a few pins. just as you finished bandaging her up, you'd see a bit of blood through the topmost layers, but the blood doesn't seep through.

you pulled away from clarisse to inspect her face for any more wounds, unaware of the effect you had on her. there was something about you that made her feel as if you guys were destined to be each other, that everything falls into place.

perhaps it was your way with words and the sincerity laced in them—or maybe it was the way you were always concerned for the girl and cared for her deeply. or maybe how even just her calling out your name would lead to you by her side immediately.

her heart swelled even at the mention of you.

it reminded her of the the ongoing list of reasons why she loved you in the first place, and of course, she could never get tired of loving you.

she'd take your wrist in her hold, never wavering once when she pulled you closer to herself. her lips would crash against your own, noses bumped occasionally, eyes closed, and brows furrowed. as you two pulled away, the sound of heavy breathing would be the only thing you could hear in the room.

the once unbearable silence and tension between you two now shifted to a particular warmth. a shared vulnerability lingered in the air.

"fuck…" you'd mumble, trailing off and continuing, "i have to redo the ointment all over again, clar!" you'd grumble, though the both of you knew you weren't really complaining. how could you complain when she held you with tenderness and vulnerability like no other?

"c'mon, just save the ointment for later," a mischievous gleam in clarisse's eyes as she'd grin ever so widely.

clarisse reached out, intertwining her fingers with yours for a fleeting moment. the connection lingered in the air, a silent acknowledgment of you two's infatuation for each other.

there are a thousand things waiting to be conveyed, a thousand things she needs to confess to you.

and maybe, once wasn't enough. her voice, barely above a whisper,

"let me kiss you again."

every damn second you're with me

i try to think straight

but i'm falling so badly, i'm falling apart

[alsktudy]

— because i love you

paring. joshua x reader genre. fluff, comfort, bsf!joshua, f2l, mutual pining, it's the little things au wc. 0.7k warning. reader drinks alcohol and wears make up, mention of vomit, confession

synopsis. you finally learn the reason why joshua insists on doing the little things for you.

au m.list. it's the little things [f]

“take slow steps alright?”

you nod, grinning like an idiot at his words as he helps you make your way to the bedroom without planting your face onto the floor.

usually you wouldn’t drink this much, but something in you wanted to go a little crazy tonight. but you went a little too far, which led to your friends to calling the one guy who would like to look after you voluntarily.

“you smell horrible,” joshua laughs as you plop down, laying on the bed.

joshua begins talking, but it all seems muffled as some uncomfortable feeling begins to bubble up from your stomach.

suddenly you sit up and sober up, “shua! m-move!” you push him out of the way and beeline straight for the bathroom, kneeling at the toilet causing joshua to rush in and hold up your hair.

you groan as he helps you up and brings water for you to drink.

“gotta brush your teeth, don’t want you to have vomit breath in the morning.” you pout and nod, groggily making you way to the sink.

you lean on him as the two of you walk back to the bedroom, laying back down on the bed, closing your eyes.

he hears your soft snores and his heart begins to melt at the sight. he chuckles to himself and begins to take your stinky clothes off.

if this was anyone else, you probably would try to kick them the second they tried to help you out of your clothes, but your head was still buzzing and it felt a little nice being helped for once, plus joshua would be stubborn and insist on helping you.

once he has you in your fresh clothes, he carefully tucks you underneath your blankets then notices your makeup and groans at himself for not reminding you to wash your face.

seeing how peaceful you were while sleeping, he decides not to wake you and runs off to dab micellar water on a cotton pad and returns back into the room, gently wipe off your makeup, your eyes slowly fluttering open.

“sorry… just needed to take your make up off.” he says a little guilty for waking you up.

you shake your head and mumble, “it’s fine, i should be sorry,” he moves away then throws the pads in the nearby trash can and tilts his head in confusion, “i’m such a burden to you.” you chuckle pathetically at yourself.

“and why do you think you’re a burden?” he asks, adjusting the blanket so that you’re sufficiently covered.

“i made you pick me up, and help me and stuff... ugh i even vomited… that’s so gross.” you groan at yourself, being a little embarrassed.

he sits on your side of the bed and sighs to himself, “i’d rather pick you up from the bar, help get you out of your clothes, take off your makeup and tuck you into bed than read your text telling that you woke up on the floor,” he reaches out to caress your cheek. “imagine how gross it would be if you vomited while you were home alone.”

“but why do you help me?“ you say, face growing a little hotter at the feeling of his hand on your face, “i don’t deserve this, or you."

he smiles and rests his forehead yours, “i do all of this, because i love you.”

you stare up at him with big eyes adoring him, his three words ringing through out your ears. “what…?”

he whispers, “i love you, i’m- hoplessly in love with you and i hope you could love me too.”

“i can. i- i mean i already i do.” you mumble shyly.

he eyes widen a little, then he smiles then presses a kiss on tip of your nose, “now cmon, how bout you fall asleep, hm?” he says, smiling before walking to the door.”

you call out his name, causing to stop and look at you over his shoulder. “stay over tonight,” you say patting to the unoccupied space next to you, “please?”

he could never say no to you. he makes his way around the bed and goes underneath the covers, shuffling a little closer before pulling you closer.

“i really love you,” he mumbles into your hair, “and i’ll do everything in my power to show you that i do every day of my life, i promise.” he says before the two of you drift to sleep.

thank you for reading until the end!! please reblog if you enjoyed it :)

a/n. oh! 2 fics in a month!? thats new. currently not learning any content at school so im able to write a little more! this might be the last one for a while, but hopefully not!

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[emjayewrites]

Sakura Dreams 🌸 🇯🇵 🗼Jules Kounde (2/6)

SYNOPSIS: It was supposed to be a guys trip to Japan after a disappointing ending to Euros, however, fate had another thing in mind.

PAIRINGS: Jules Koundé x fem!blackOC (Ayo Pratt) (faceclaim joie.ade)

WARNINGS: cursing, poor google translations, football b.s & drama, flirty!jules, eventual smut. MINORS DNI!!!

TAGLIST: @hopefulromantic1 @lettersofgold @sinflowersugar @mauvecherie-writes @queenshikongo3 @perfecttrashface @alika-4466 @peyiswriting @leilaxaliel @serpenttines-library @certifiedlesbianbaddie @niahxo @julescpu @jack0357 @chaoticcoffeequeen @greedyjudge2 @yeea-nah @saturnville @taytropicana @trentswrld @cranberryjulce @vile-harlot @2serenity0

A/N: Jules is in Japan, so of course I had to make a short series about it. Also, if you're a Jules girl, please let me know and I'll tag you in more chapters.

Ayo stirred awake, her head pounding slightly from the sake-induced haze of the previous night. Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of her hotel room, casting a soft glow on the minimalist decor. The distant hum of Tokyo traffic and the gentle whir of the air conditioning created a soothing white noise.

As she blinked away the sleep, memories of the night before flooded back. Their arrival in Tokyo, the chance encounter with Jules and his friends, the karaoke taxi ride, and the club. Jules' warm smile and the way his eyes had lingered on her throughout the evening stood out vividly in her mind.

Reaching for her phone, Ayo saw a flurry of notifications. A message from her parents asking if she was safe and well popped up first. She quickly replied, knowing they probably wouldn't answer right away due to the time difference between Japan and New Jersey.

Several emails from her agency caught her attention, along with one from her realtor. Excitement bubbled up as she read that she'd secured a cozy studio flat in Islington, London - a borough known for its trendy cafes and safe, village-like atmosphere.

Amidst the good news, a familiar name appeared in her messages: Jamaal. With a sigh, Ayo deleted the texts without reading them, contemplating whether it was finally time to block her persistent ex.

A muffled noise from the living room interrupted her thoughts. Curious, Ayo padded out of her room, only to witness AK attempting to tiptoe out of Gigi's room. Their eyes met, and AK flashed her a sheepish smile.

"Morning," he said groggily, running a hand over his face.

"Morning," Ayo replied, biting back a smirk.

"Uh, we were thinking of grabbing breakfast. You girls want to join?"

Ayo nodded, her mind already racing with questions for Gigi. She had expected this kind of behavior from her cousin Nikki, not Gigi. "Sure, sounds good. Let me wake the others."

As AK made his way out, Ayo couldn't help but shake her head in amusement. This trip was certainly off to an interesting start, and she had a feeling the surprises were far from over.

Ayo meandered through the suite, gently rousing her friends. Nikki grumbled and pulled the covers over her head, while Symone bounced out of bed with surprising energy. Gigi emerged from her room looking slightly disheveled but grinning from ear to ear.

After waking everyone, Ayo retreated to the bathroom for a quick shower. As the warm water cascaded over her, she found her thoughts drifting to Jules. His charming smile, the way he held her close while dancing, the feel of his dick…

Lord knows the man was working with a third leg! Jesus be a fence!

She shook her head, trying to clear her mind. With both groups deciding to explore Japan together, she had 13 more days until she'd be rid of him. Part of her dreaded that ending and was curious about what could possibly happen between them.

Stepping out of the shower, Ayo dried off and got dressed. She chose a mini skirt and an anime-inspired crop top, fixing her hair back into two puffs. Her makeup was simple – a touch of mascara, some blush, and a dab of Fenty's Choco lip gloss.

"Ayo! You ready?" Nikki called from the living room.

They made their way down to the breakfast buffet, quickly spotting Jules and his friends at a large table.

Symone nudged Ayo, grinning. "Go sit next to your man."

"He's not my man..." Ayo muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes but took the empty seat next to Jules anyway. He looked effortlessly cool in an anime t-shirt, shorts, and Nike sneakers. His dreads were pulled back in a ponytail, with a couple of locs framing his face.

Jules slid a mug of coffee towards her. "Figured you might need this," he said with a smile. Ayo nodded gratefully, murmuring a soft thanks. He then produced a sealed package of ibuprofen. "Thought you might need this too."

Her friends exchanged knowing glances, barely containing their teasing smiles.

As the girls headed to the buffet, Ayo surveyed the spread. There was a mix of Japanese and Western breakfast items – steamed rice, miso soup, and grilled fish alongside pancakes, bacon, and eggs.

While filling their plates, Symone leaned in close to Ayo. "You know, you should relax a bit. Maybe Jules could help with that," she said with a wink. "You know you haven't had that good pipe in a long, long time."

"Bye, Sy," Ayo laughed and shook her head, but inwardly, she considered it. Her last relationship with Jamaal had been a disaster. He'd been controlling, jealous, and unsupportive of her modeling career. The breakup had been messy, and he still couldn't seem to let go. Plus, with her impending move to London…

France ain't nothing but a train ride away, chile, an intrusive thought reminded her. She could potentially see Jules… but she quickly pushed that idea aside; she wasn't that desperate for dick.

Back at the table, conversation flowed easily as they discussed their plans for the day.

"I was thinking we could hit up KITH," Nicholas suggested.

"Ooh, and some vintage shopping!" Gigi chimed in excitedly.

"We should definitely check out the Teamlab digital art museum," Wilhelm added. "It's incredible."

"And maybe end the day with a trip to the Tokyo Tower?" AK proposed.

Jules nodded along. "Sounds great. I brought my Nikon, so I'll be the designated photographer for the day."

The girls, except Ayo, squealed in delight. "Yes! The Instagram content is going to be fire!" Symone exclaimed.

As they finished breakfast and prepared to head out, Ayo found herself both excited and nervous about the day ahead. She couldn't deny the pull she felt towards Jules, but she also couldn't shake the nagging voice reminding her of her goals and the complications a vacation fling could bring.

Still, as they left the hotel and stepped into the bustling Tokyo streets, with Jules walking close beside her, Ayo decided to let herself enjoy the moment. After all, wasn't that what vacations were for? And by the way Jules was practically staring into her soul, what was one small trip to PoundTown?

Fuck me, this nigga was going to turn me into a fein.

Jules couldn't help but admire Ayo as they explored Tokyo's bustling streets. As the group made their way through the city, Jules took some candid photos of Ayo and her friends, capturing their excitement and the vibrant energy of Tokyo.

The way she looked in that mini skirt, showing off her shapely legs, was driving him crazy. The skirt hugged her curves perfectly, and the slight sway of her hips as she walked was mesmerizing. Her skin seemed to glow, and every movement she made caused his dick to stir.

She turned, giving him a natural, radiant smile that he quickly immortalized in a photograph.

"Perfect," he murmured, reviewing the shot. Too fucking perfect.

When they reached the subway station, confusion set in among the girls as they tried to decipher the complex transit map. The colorful lines and Japanese characters seemed to blur together, leaving them feeling overwhelmed.

"Okay, I'm officially lost," Nikki declared, throwing her hands up in defeat.

Gigi squinted at the map. "Yeah, we need someone to translate all of this."

Jules and Wilhelm, having visited Japan before, stepped in to help. "Don't worry, I've got you," Jules assured them, moving closer to the group.

"Here, let me show you," he offered, guiding them through the ticket process. "See these colored lines? Each represents a different route. We want the Ginza line, which is this orange one here."

As Jules explained the intricacies of Tokyo's subway system, he couldn't help but notice how close he was standing to Ayo. Her scent, a subtle exotic musk, was intoxicating.

They made their way to the platform, squeezing into the crowded train car. Jules found himself, as usual, close to Ayo, both of them holding onto the overhead handrail.

"This reminds me of rush hour in New York," Ayo commented, smiling up at Jules.

"Oh yeah? You miss the crowded subways?" Jules asked, his eyes meeting hers.

"Surprisingly, a little. It's part of the city's charm, I guess. The energy, the mix of people…"

"I know what you mean," Jules nodded.

They continued chatting, Jules giving Ayo his full attention. He found himself completely engrossed in their conversation, enjoying their easy rapport.

"So, what made you choose London for your next move?" Jules asked, genuinely curious.

Ayo's eyes lit up. "It's a great market for models, and I've always loved British fashion. Plus, the agency I signed with has a strong presence there."

"That's amazing," Jules replied, impressed by her ambition. "London's a great city. Different vibe from New York, but I think you'll love it."

As the train swayed, Ayo stumbled slightly, bumping into Jules. He steadied her with a gentle hand on her waist, their eyes meeting for a moment before Ayo quickly looked away, a slight flush on her cheeks.

Finally, they reached their stop and made their way to KITH. The store was a streetwear enthusiast's dream - sleek displays showcasing the latest collaborations and limited-edition pieces.

Jules spotted a familiar face and broke into a grin. "Yo, Kenji!" he called out, approaching one of the employees and greeting him with a friendly dap. "Good to see you, man. How's it been?"

Kenji's face lit up with excitement. "Jules! Welcome back, bro. It's been great, busy as always. You here for anything specific?"

As Jules caught up with Kenji, the rest of the group dispersed throughout the store. Ayo found herself drawn to a display of vibrant sneakers, while Symone was eyeing a rack of graphic tees.

"Hey, check this out," Wilhelm called, holding up a limited edition jacket. "This collab is fire."

Jules took more photos as they explored, capturing Gigi's excited expression as she tried on a pair of sunglasses, and Nikki's contemplative look as she examined a watch display.

After making their purchases, the group headed out, stopping at a nearby street vendor for a snack. The sweet aroma of candied fruit filled the air, making their mouths water.

"Oh my god, we have to try these," Symone exclaimed, already fishing out her wallet.

Jules watched in amusement as Ayo bit into a skewer of candied strawberries, her eyes lighting up at the sweet taste.

"Good?" he asked, chuckling at her enthusiastic nod.

"Mmm, it's amazing," Ayo managed between bites. "Here, try some," she offered, holding out her skewer to Jules.

He hesitated for a moment before leaning in and taking a bite. The sweetness exploded on his tongue, and he nodded in agreement as he licked the remnants of sugar off his lips. "So good."

Jules groaned inwardly at the look in her eyes - a combination of lust and curiosity had darkened her brown orbs. This was a look he knew all too well, and as a professional athlete, tons of women gave him the exact look she did, however, none of them made him want to act on it. Ayo was beginning to chip at any resolve he'd managed to have, and Jules welcomed it without a fight.

"Okay, but can we talk about how these are, like, the prettiest snacks ever?" Gigi chimed in, snapping them both out of their impasse. She held up her skewer of perfectly glazed fruit for a photo.

Symone struck a pose with her candied apple. "Instagram is gonna love this. Jules, work your magic!"

Jules laughed, turning briefly away from Ayo to snap a few shots of the girls with their colorful treats. The resulting photos were a perfect blend of Tokyo's vibrant street life and the group's infectious joy.

They then headed towards the vintage shops, and Jules found himself walking beside Ayo again. "So, what's been your favorite part of Tokyo so far?" he asked.

Ayo thought for a moment. "Honestly? This. Just exploring, trying new things, being with friends… and making new ones," she added, giving Jules a warm smile.

He felt a flutter in his chest at her words. "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean," he replied, returning her smile.

As they entered the vintage store, Ayo's eyes widened at the array of luxury items on display. Glass cases housed gleaming Rolex watches and delicate Chanel jewelry, while racks were filled with vintage Louis Vuitton bags and Hermès scarves.

"Oh my god, look at this Dior dress!" Symone squealed, holding up a shimmering gown that caught the light beautifully. "It's giving me major Old Hollywood vibes."

Gigi was already trying on a pair of oversized Gucci sunglasses, striking poses in front of a floor-length mirror. "How do I look?" she asked, turning to the group with a dramatic flair.

"Like a movie star hiding from the paparazzi," Nikki laughed, snapping a quick photo on her phone.

Ayo chuckled at her friends' antics, her gaze drifting to Jules. He was examining a Rolex watch, his brow furrowed in concentration. She couldn't help but admire how sexy he looked, completely absorbed in the timepiece. His long, elegant fingers traced the watch's face delicately. Ayo had always been drawn to men with large hands, and Jules' was particularly strong and huge. Combined with his dreads, he was ticking all the boxes on her attraction scale.

I wonder how those hands would feel wrapped around my neck...

Suddenly, Jules caught her eye and winked, beckoning her over. "Hey, what do you think of this?" he asked, holding out his wrist to show her the watch.

Ayo leaned in to examine it, her eyes widening as she spotted the price tag. "Wow, that's quite a steal in yen, but still…" She let out a low whistle. "You're a big spender, huh?"

Jules laughed, shaking his head. "Nah, just treating myself. It's not often I find pieces like this. Plus, you know what they say - time is money," he added with a playful wink.

"Oh, that was terrible," Ayo groaned, but she couldn't help smiling at his cheesy joke.

He glanced around the store before his eyes landed on a display case. Pointing to a Van Cleef & Arpels bracelet, he asked, "What about that? Do you want it?"

Ayo studied the piece, admiring its delicate design. The golden clover-shaped charms sparkled under the display lights, and for a moment, she was tempted. "It's beautiful, but nah. I'm not really into jewelry that much."

"No? What are you into then?" Jules asked, genuinely curious.

"Bags, mostly," Ayo replied with a smile. "There's just something about a good bag, you know? It's practical, but it can also make a whole outfit."

Jules nodded, a mischievous glint in his eye as he began listing designer names. "Ah, so you're more of a Louis Vuitton, Chanel, Hermès kind of girl?"

As Jules pronounced the brand names, Ayo felt a shiver run down her spine. His accent was like warm honey, rich and smooth, making even the simplest words sound irresistibly alluring. "You make them sound so fancy," she teased.

"Well, they are fancy," Jules retorted with a grin. "But I bet you could make even a paper bag look chic."

Ayo felt a blush creeping up her cheeks at the compliment. "Smooth talker," she muttered, but she couldn't hide her smile.

"It's not smooth talking if it's the truth," Jules replied, his voice soft and sincere.

Their moment was interrupted by Wilhelm calling out, "Jules, come check this out!"

As Jules excused himself, Ayo found herself watching him walk away, admiring the confident set of his shoulders and the easy grace with which he moved.

"Girl, you've got it bad," Symone whispered, suddenly appearing at Ayo's side.

"What? No, I don't," Ayo protested weakly.

Symone raised an eyebrow. "Mhm. Sure. And I'm the Queen of England." She nudged Ayo playfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Girl, just fuck him already. You know you want to."

"Bye, Symone." Ayo rolled her eyes, but she couldn't entirely deny the flutter in her stomach when she thought about Jules.

What is there to lose? You're single, and he's single....might as well...

They continued browsing, and she found herself stealing glances at him. She watched as he joked with his friends and helped Gigi reach a high shelf. There was something so effortlessly sexy about him, a warmth that seemed to draw people in.

"Hey," Jules said, catching her attention as they prepared to leave the store. "I'm really glad we met, you know."

Ayo felt a warmth spread through her chest at his words. "Yeah," she replied softly. "Me too."

As they stepped back out into the bustling Tokyo street, Ayo couldn't help but wonder what the rest of this trip might bring. She had come to Japan to celebrate her move to London, but now… now there was Jules. And despite her best efforts, she was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, he might be worth taking a chance on.

He wanted her. Bad.

Jules wanted Ayo like an addict needed their next fix, like a parched man craved water in the desert, like a moth drawn irresistibly to a flame. His desire for her had grown to an insatiable hunger that gnawed at him as the day went on.

That night, they found themselves in another club in Tokyo. The neon lights painted the scene in vibrant hues as the music pulsed through the air, a heavy beat that matched the rhythm of Jules's racing heart. He leaned against the bar, a drink in hand, his eyes fixed on Ayo as she danced with her friends. She moved with a grace and confidence that left him breathless, her body swaying to the music, her hips shaking in a way that drove him wild.

Merde.

Jules took a long sip of his drink, trying to cool the heat that surged through him, but it was impossible to ignore the magnetic pull of Ayo, the way her mini skirt clung to her curves, showing off her shapely legs. Her skin glistened under the lights, and every movement she made seemed to invite him closer, to touch, to taste, to claim.

A slight ping of jealousy tugged at him when AK mentioned spending the night in GiGi's room. Jules hadn't even realized when AK snuck out of their suite. Honestly, he wanted to have what AK did. He wished he were the one who had spent the night with Ayo. It felt like they continuously took a step forward, then two steps back—a cat-and-mouse game. Usually, Jules loved the chase, but this time he was starting to feel like maybe she wasn't into him the same way. And if she was, what type of game was she playing?

His gaze never wavered from her as she laughed and danced, her joy infectious. He felt a mix of pride and desire watching her, knowing she was enjoying herself but also wanting to be the one making her smile like that. The way she looked tonight, so effortlessly sexy, made his fingers ache to touch her, his lips to taste her.

Jules's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He couldn't shake the image of her from his mind—the way her name felt on his tongue, the way her scent lingered in his senses, the way her touch electrified his skin. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything, and the knowledge that she was so close, yet not his, was driving him mad.

The club was a blur of lights and music, but all Jules could see was Ayo. He watched as she danced, her movements hypnotic, drawing him in deeper. He took another sip of his drink, feeling the burn of the alcohol, but it did little to dull the edge of his desire.

Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore. Jules set his drink down and made his way through the crowd, his eyes locked on Ayo. She noticed him approaching, her smile widening as he drew near. Jules reached her, his hands finding her waist, pulling her close. The heat of her body against his was a sweet torture, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.

"Hey," he whispered, his voice thick. "You're driving me crazy dancing like this."

Jules was undoubtedly feeling the effects of the brown liquor - liquid courage coursing through his veins, and he could only imagine the demon time he'd be on as the night progressed.

Ayo turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with mischief and something deeper. "Maybe that's the point," she teased, her voice a sultry whisper.

Jules's heart skipped a beat. "Fuckin' tease."

She laughed, a sound that sent shivers down his spine, then turned back around and began to whine temptingly against his bulging erection. It was the same move she had pulled the night before, but Jules decided not to hold back this time. He wanted to show her just how much he needed her, craved her.

He matched her rhythm, catching every whine. They danced against each other sexily, hips thrusting to the beat of the music. Jules's arms wrapped tighter around her waist, his hands moving downwards to tease her skin. One hand cupped her ass, squeezing gently, while the other wrapped around her throat.

When he did that, he heard her let out a moan. He thought he was imagining it due to the alcohol, but when she did it again, he growled in response.

Freaky ass girl.

However, he couldn't deny how much that turned him on even more. His dick was hard as stone now, practically begging to be released from his pants. But he needed to think strategically about this. What was his plan to have Ayo in his bed tonight? How was he going to go about it?

Jules leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Keep dancing against me like this, you're going fuck around and find out."

"Find out what?" she replied, causing him to let out a bemused chuckle.

"Come back to the hotel with me."

She turned her head slightly, just enough for him to see the smirk playing on her lips. "And why should I do that?" she asked, her tone playful yet challenging.

"Because you feel it too. This connection between us," he said, his voice a low growl. "Don't you want to see where it leads?"

Ayo opened her mouth to respond, but before she could say anything, Nikki called her name. "Ayo! Symone is sick, we need to head back."

Ayo's expression shifted instantly, concern replacing the playful look in her eyes. "I have to go," she said, her voice filled with urgency. She turned to Jules, her eyes apologetic. "I'm sorry, I need to take care of my friend."

Jules felt a pang of disappointment, his hopes for the night dashed. He nodded, understanding the importance of her leaving. "Go, take care of her," he said, his voice gentle despite the frustration gnawing at him. "We'll talk later."

Ayo gave him a quick, grateful smile before hurrying off with Nikki to help Symone. Jules watched them leave, feeling the heat of his arousal throbbing in painful contrast to the sudden cold emptiness beside him. He was left alone on the dance floor, the pulsating music and flashing lights now feeling hollow and mocking.

His erection was the hardest he'd ever experienced, a physical reminder of the night that had slipped through his fingers. Jules sighed, running a hand through his dreads. He needed a cold shower, and maybe another drink, to get through the rest of the night without her.

accordingtoayo and 2 others - Tokyo, Japan

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[haunteddollz]

stranger things masterlist

pairing(s): eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: Eddie wasn’t the one to show up at his door the night of Chrissy’s death and first drug deal.

WARNING(S): fluff. cursing, and barely any dialogue

author’s note: Chrissy’s death didn’t happen and we are going to pretend that instead of Eddie driving her to his trailer she walked or biked idfk

At Eddie’s trailer, he and Y/n were fast asleep in his bed. She had spent the previous night and stayed. Y/n cuddled further into Eddie, burrowing her head into the crook of his neck.

The boy mumbled in his sleep and continued to cuddle his girlfriend, completely forgetting about some business he was supposed to take care of as he slept.

While the happy and comfortable couple were sleeping, Chrissy had pulled up to the front of Eddie’s trailer. She nervously let in a breath, trying to calm her heart rate. She got off her bike leaving it in the grass and walked up to the lit porch of the Munson’s trailer.

Bringing her fist shakily to the door, she knocked hesitantly.

Slightly hearing the knocking, the half-asleep couple groaned at the person at the door at such an hour. Y/n lifted her head up a bit to look at Eddie was quite literally passed the fuck out.

She rolls her eyes and slaps his chest, the action does nothing. Said girl groggily gets up from the comfort of her boyfriend’s chest and bed. Walking out the room, she peeks out the window to see who’s at the door.

Confused she opens the door to the one and only Chrissy Cunningham. Y/n was extremely confused as to why such a girl was on ‘this’ side of town let alone at Eddie 'The Freak’ Munson’s trailer.

She looks at the girl still tired. She sighs and covers her eyes from the exposure of light.

Chrissy stands there surprised to see a girl in a Hellfire shirt (preferably Eddie’s) at the door. She opens her mouth to say something still shocked and still quite nervous, “Who are you?”

Y/n stares at the shocked and confused girl. Said girl yawns and replies, “ Y/n L/n, Eddie’s girlfriend. What are you doing here?”

Chrissy doesn’t know how to say she’s here for drugs. She knows that if anyone found out that she was buying drugs let alone spending an inch of her time with Eddie. She would be ruined.

Y/n looked at the cheerleader waiting for an answer. The cheer captain shook her head and responded, “Um…Eddie told me to meet him here for.. the um-” she was cut off by Y/n’s understanding “ Oh wow! I’d never thought I’d see the day where a cheerleader was buying drugs nonetheless from Eddie.”

She tilts her head back and says, “Come on in princess. I’ll wake up Eddie so he can get your 'goods’ ”

The blonde walked into the Munson residence looking around. She stays smack dab in the middle of the trailer.

(or where she was standing in the episode)

Y/n walked off to her boyfriend's room to find him still sleeping like a baby. She admired him for a mere second and then rolled her eyes and walked up to him. She started to shake trying to get him up.

Y/n was never one to be gentle especially when she was annoyed and tired.

“Eddie get the fuck up.”

As a response he groaned and threw the blanket over his head.

She sighed and shook as roughly as she could. It didn’t do shit. Y/n huffed and slouched until an idea came to mind.

She smirked at her idea. Climbing on top of him and planting herself on his legs. She leaned down and began to………

tickle him…

Eddie immediately responded with a laugh. He started to wheeze. He tried to stop her and repeatedly said, “Ok..Ok! I’m up. Jesus H. Christ I’m up.”

Chrissy hears the laughter of the supposed 'Freak Couple’ and smiles.

Y/n still planted on his wraps her arms around his neck and plays with his hair. Oh how she loved his long, dark, luscious locks. She whispered in his ear, “Miss. Prissy Pants is here for a deal.”

His eyes widened in remembrance. He picked her up and she tightened her legs around him while he looked for 'the goods’.

He finally found it rushed out of his room while still keeping her safely around his torso. Walking to Chrissy slightly out of breath from running around. “There you go princess. Pleasure doing business with ya.”

Chrissy smiled at the boy and his girl.

Walking out of the trailer and off the porch. She picked up her bike and rode back home.

The couple walked back (more like Eddie) to the bedroom and plopped down on the bed. Eddie on top of Y/n started planting multiple kisses all over his face.

She laughed at him and with him.

All Chrissy thought about was that...they were the perfect couple

Meanwhile with Eddie and Y/n. They cuddled up in bed slowly regaining the sleep they lost. They both muttered small 'I love you’ to each other and fell asleep with smiles on their face.

[gaybananabread]

TickleTober Day 3 - Cuddles

I've been slowly revisiting my old fandoms for the event, and the MHA curse may or may not have re-infected my brain. Soooo here's some DabiHawks because I'm basic (TvT). Loving this event so far, it's really challenging my creativity and overall commitment levels! As always, I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Hawks

Lee: Dabi

Summary: Dabi and Hawks wake up after a night together, cozy in their bed. Dabi wants peaceful cuddles, but Hawks won't stop being a shit. Lucky for him, Dabi knows just how to get the pesky bird to settle down.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

Dabi just wanted one morning where he could wake up peacefully with his bird boy. Just one nice, calm, soft morning. With Hawks, however, that was never an option. He had barely opened his eyes before he felt something poking his cheek. 

“Heeeeey crispy~” Ugh, that nickname… He wished the pro had never thought of it. At least his morning voice was nice. Dabi tried to tune him out, digging his face into his partner’s arm. “Mmmph. Go back ta sleep…”

Peacefulness wasn’t really an option for the winged hero. He was feeling playful, rested and wanted to mess with his man. Besides, twelve o'clock is a perfectly reasonable time to wake someone up. Not his fault that Dabi’s not a morning person. The villain groggily swatted at the other’s hand.  “But I’m not tired. You need to get up, it’s almost noon.”

Dabi groaned, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. Why did he always have to do that? “No. Sleep.” He rested his head against the other man’s chest, hoping to sway him to the sleepy side. He never got the best rest at night, even with Hawks by his side. Mornings were dreaded by him, he always tried to get a few more hours out of his partner.

Hawks just chuckled and shook his head. He was more than used to Dabi’s groggy morning routine. Still, he was a bit antsy, wanting to start the day.  Feeling mischievous, he moved his wings, gently brushing the tips of his feathers on the burned boy’s neck and arms. 

That got a reaction, though it wasn’t the one he was looking for. Dabi pushed himself up, gathering Hawks’ wrists in one hand and pushing them above his head. The ravenette was practically laying on top of him, using his strength and weight to keep him pinned. He was awake now. Hawks wasn’t worried yet, his playful smirk on full display. “Wohoah. Thought you were tired, Dabs. Don’t mind this, though~” 

Dabi rolled his eyes and huffed. That man… He was gonna get it. “Always gotta go there, huh?” His free hand rested on the blonde man’s side, drumming fingers against his bare skin. “Think I got a way to wear you out, birdy.”

Now Hawks was worried. The smirk wavered, a nervous smile replacing his confident grin. Dabi didn’t make empty threats like that. “Hey! Lehet’s- let’s talk about this!” He tugged at his arms, trying to free himself. Pinned on his back, Hawk’s wings wouldn’t be much help. He could get them to Dabi, but the fiery man would easily push them aside. Besides, he’d rather not draw attention to the sensitive appendages. 

“Nothin’ to discuss. You’re being a shit; ’m just returning the favor.” The fingers on his side bent into a claw, slowly scratching the area right under his ribs. Hawks bit his lip, refusing to break so quickly. Dabi wanted a reaction? He was gonna have to work for it.

He wanted to play hardball? Fine. Dabi could play hardball. He kept his clawing light and slow, teasing the other man. The claw climbed upwards, toying with his ribs before moving back down. He was gonna be cruel about it. “Silent treatment, eh? We’ll see how long that lasts..” 

Hawks could feel his cheeks heat up as he squirmed. He was only in his boxers, his lover wearing a loose tank-top. He was almost completely exposed to Dabi’s ticklish teasing. His breathing was only getting shakier, the tight bite of his lip wobbling. The winged hero couldn’t hold out forever.

The fiery man saw his reactions, chuckling. “Look’it you, all blushy and squirmy. Could eat you up, nugs. Actually…not a bad idea.” Dabi lowered his head slowly, his clawing fingers running up and down the blonde’s ribcage. Hawks kicked and squirmed, but nothing he did could stop his boyfriend’s lips from touching down on his stomach. The hero finally broke, squealing and bursting into bubbly giggles as he felt Dabi’s teeth on his stomach.

“GYAAAhahaha! Dahabihihihi noho!” Hawks bucked his hips, trying to get the other man away from his ticklish belly. Dabi chuckled against his stomach, sending little vibrations through the sensitive flesh as he nibbled and kissed on it. He was being so mean!

As if all the teasing and provoking wasn’t enough, Dabi decided to speak against his belly too. “Such a ticklish thing, aren’t we? Wouldn’t it suck if I spilled to the League about this? Even with your wings, I doubt you could fend off Twice’s little army. So many wiggling fingers~” He switched from clawing to scribbling, still focusing on the winged hero’s ribs while nibbling on his belly. 

Hawks was in stitches, giggling and squeaking like there was no tomorrow. His cheeks were burning, the teases hitting their mark and flustering the man. “Youhuhu s-suHUHUCK! GEHEHET OHOhohoff!” The gentle scraping of his lover’s teeth on his belly, the fluttery feeling of the kisses; it was insane. Correction; it was driving him insane.

In a way, Dabi was still getting his cuddles. He was pretty much laying on Hawk’s lower body, he was kissing and loving on him, and his partner was smiling. True, pitchy laughter was right behind that smile, but he wasn’t picky. Pinning his arms above his head and tickling him was just a part of the fun. 

“Bahabe- babe plehEHEHEASE! MOHOHOVE!” Hawks was quickly losing it over the tickles, the nibbles and kisses on his toned stomach more than he was ready for. He was used to Dabi being mean, but he normally wasn’t this cruel. He should’ve just gone for the cuddles…

Dabi’s head finally pulled away, a wide and smug smirk adorning his features. He ran his hand across his boyfriend’s stomach, wiping any loose saliva from his tickly attack off the surface. That man knew exactly what he was doing, and he was enjoying it. “Aww, guess my birdy can’t handle a few kisses. Maybe you should think about that next time you wanna be a shit.” He kept both Hawk’s arms pinned above his head, using his free hand to drill into the blonde’s hips.

Think about that next time? Oh, he’d be thinking about it for the rest of the day, possibly into the next morning. And maybe, just maybe, he’d do the exact same thing tomorrow. But at that moment, all he could do was laugh. “DAHABIHIHIHI! WHYHIHIHI AHARE YOU SOHO MEHEHEAHAN?!”

“It’s my job, Keigo. I’m an evil villain, remember? Gotta keep my bratty bird boy in check.”  That made Hawk’s entire face go red, the blush actually spreading to the tips of his ears. They seldom used each other's actual names, as they had gotten used to the aliases before they started dating. Hearing his name come from Dabi’s mouth, on top of the tickling and teasing tone…it’s safe to say he was flustered. Even better, the worst was yet to come.

Dabi’s eyes wandered, landing on his boyfriend’s wings. He had long since figured out how sensitive they were; that was hardly the first time he’d tickled the man. This meant that he knew exactly how ticklish his wings were, and just how to go at them to wreck the hero. His hand slowly moved behind his ribs, getting closer and closer to the base of Hawk’s wings. “Ya know, there’s one spot I’ve been dying to get to. I’d say I’ve been pretty patient, wouldn’t you?” 

Oh, that ass. “DAHABIHI- DABI NOHOHO! YOUHUHUHU WOUHULDN’T!” Dabi just laughed, leaning down and whispering right in his ear. “Oh, I would~” He let go of Hawk’s arms, quickly flipping the man over now that his hands are free. Hawks, both dazed from the tickled and flustered out of his mind, couldn’t react fast enough. He was straddled in seconds, both of Dabi’s evil hands scratching along the bases of his wings. 

When I say this man cackled, I mean he lost his shit. 

“NAHAHA! SHIHIT- DAHAHABIHIHI! IHI- YOUHU- GAHAHA!” He writhed under his boyfriend’s touch, the crazy ticklish spot driving him up the wall. He could barely think, barely speak, barely do anything other than thrash and laugh his ass off. Dabi found it quite amusing. “Damn, birdy. Got some pipes on ya there. Should be calling you songbird.”

Hawks ultimately gave up, resigning to his ticklish fate. He couldn’t get Dabi off his back, couldn���t focus enough to use his quirk, and couldn’t stretch his wings far enough to retaliate. He just pressed his face into a pillow, laughing his heart out as his boyfriend destroyed him with tickles.

Eventually, Dabi got his fill, seeing the puddle of squirmy cackling beneath him. He climbed off of the winged hero, instead laying beside him and pulling him close. Hawks was still giggling like crazy; the intense tickling left him with plenty of phantom sensations. Dabi just rubbed his back, placing little kisses on his forehead as he cuddled up to the blonde. “Easy, babe. I’m done, you’re good.”

It took a solid three minutes, but Hawks finally regained his composure, sighing into Dabi’s chest. The tickling had definitely worn him out; all the antsy energy he felt that morning was spent. In fact, he could use a nap.  He draped across his boyfriend’s sides, breathing out a sleepily muttered “jerk” before closing his eyes. 

Dabi just chuckled, gently scratching the pro’s head as he drifted off. It was gonna be at least a good hour before he woke back up. Looks like he was getting his cuddles after all…

[number1abbasupporter]

Soulmates

@wolfstarmicrofic | Word count: 315

“Happy birthday, Sirius!” Remus smiled brightly as he walked into their bedroom with a ginormous birthday cake. Sirius turned 45 today.

“Don’t you have work?” Sirius mumbled, groggily wiping the sleep out of his eyes.

“I can be a few minutes late,” Remus shrugged.

He gently set the cake down on their nightstand and leaned in to kiss his husband. Even after all this time, he still felt giddy when calling him that.

“Late just for me?” Sirius mumbled against his lips, a smile spreading quickly.

“A man doesn’t turn 45 every day,” Remus smiled.

He pulled back and sat himself at the edge of the bed, picking the cake back up and waiting for Sirius to do the same. The man eagerly did so, hair wild as he tucked into Remus’ side.

Sirius was still painfully beautiful as he had been when they were fifteen. Except now, he had wrinkles and gray hairs that made Remus love him every bit more. Remus leaned in to give him a quick peck in the cheek, unable to resist. He couldn’t believe Sirius was all his.

“Make a wish, love,” Remus said, pushing the cake in front of Sirius with candles burning bright.

The man took his time, putting on a pondering face like he was thinking extra hard. When he finally decided on something, he turned to face Remus with that Sirius Black grin. Their eyes never left each others as Sirius leaned in to blow out the candles.

“What’d you wish for?” Remus asked, a little too breathless for his taste.

“To spend every birthday with you, baby,” Sirius beamed, sticking his finger in the frosting and dabbing a bit on Remus’ nose.

“Every one?”

Sirius rolled his eyes at that, huffing as he grabbed Remus by the cheeks and pulled him in. He smiled into the kiss and left Remus truly breathless.

“Every one.”

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

pairing: bang chan x reader

genre: smut/fluff

wc: ~1k

warnings: handjob. that’s literally it? sleepy and adorable subby chan

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groggily you roll over and slap your hand around until you find the source of the blaring alarm. your phone, going off now for the third time. you tap the screen, silencing the alarm finally. you roll over, gently shaking your sleeping boyfriend. he’s nearly impossible to wake in the mornings. you would take time to admire his sleepy cuteness, his bed head, if you yourself weren’t also so sleepy.

“baby you’ve got to get up. that was your third alarm. you’re going to be late.”

he answered you with a grunt, which you knew meant he didn’t hear a word you said. you gently shook him again. “chan, come on.” he grunted again, this time snuggling further into his pillow. you were so sleepy, and didn’t have to be up for another hour. he was the one that needed to be up now. you tried shaking him again, but your body felt heavy with exhaustion. you tossed your arm over his waist, giving up. you pulled him closer, you being the big spoon, and cuddled your face into his back. he always smelled so good. you inhaled deeply, closing your eyes. just a few more minutes.

your hand rubbed along his naked stomach, just above the line of his boxers. your fingertips played with the small hairs there, then they traveled up to trace the lines of his muscular abdomen. he sighed sleepily. you lazily ran your hand along his side, down over his hip, to his thigh. you splayed your hand across it, squeezing gently. you ran your fingers in circles over his thigh, playing with the bottom of his boxers. moving slightly higher, your thumb grazing across the silky material, you accidentally (but happily) find him slightly erect. morning wood or whatever he called it. you lazily ran your thumb up and down his length, barely applying any pressure. reaching the tip, you could feel the outline of his head. you traced your thumb across it. you absentmindedly played with him like this for a few minutes, his sleepy breaths still deep and slow.

you lightly gripped his length in your hand, palming him through his boxers. he inhaled suddenly, flexing and stretching his body slightly. still drowsy, you slowly moved your hand up and down, his cock growing harder. you played with the head some more, your favorite part, a close second being the thick vein that ran down the underside. you loved his cock. you would voice those thoughts, but your mind was still sleepy and couldn’t force your mouth to make the words. you moved your hand faster, still only touching him over his boxers. he groaned slightly, shifting his weight so he was now laying flat on his back.

you continued palming him, until his cock found its way through the hole in the material. you could feel the velvety skin of the head under your fingertips. you played with the precum there, dabbing your thumb in the wetness. you wrapped your hand around him and began moving up and down once more, gradually getting faster. his head lolled to the side, eyes still closed, dark curly hair tickling his eyelashes. you thought he looked so handsome like this. his face slightly puffy with sleep, his lips full and pouty. you leaned in and placed a gentle kiss there.

“mmm. you’re going to make a mess.” he said, voice raspy with sleep.

you continued to pump him. “that’s what i want.” you whispered. “just wanna make you feel good.” you kissed him gently again, continuing to stroke him. he groaned and rolled over so he was facing you now. his soft brown eyes slowly opened, squinting in the sudden light. he brought his hand up to caress your cheek, his silver chain bracelet reflecting in the light.

“you’ll be laying in it..” he said, a little shy. you hadn’t really thought about that. you had another hour or so before you had to get up. did you want to go back to sleep, laying in his cum? you released your hold on him for a moment and he breathed a sigh of relief. you rolled away from him. “where are you going?” he pouted. you leaned over the side of the bed and retrieved your pajama shirt from the floor, discarded there the night before. you placed it on the bed, directly under his erection, before wrapping your hand around him once more. he giggled slightly at your solution to the problem, but his laughter was cut short when you began pumping again. he gasped, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“fuck..” he breathed. you placed a gentle kiss to his shoulder. he ever so slightly moved his hips in time with your fist, increasing his pleasure. the small breathy whimpers he let out against your ear made you rub your thighs together. as his whines got higher in pitch, you knew he was close.

“come on baby.” you whispered. “are you gonna cum for me, sweet boy?”

he weakly nodded against your shoulder. and with one last whimper, he stilled. his release coated your pajama shirt, and your thumb. you continued stroking him slowly until he returned to earth from his high. you used the shirt to wipe your hand, and then tossed the soiled item in the hamper.

he chuckled, stroking your cheek with his thumb. he leaned in and kissed your forehead. “well good morning.” he mumbled against your skin.

pulling him close, you kissed his chest. “good morning.” you answered, again growing sleepy. “you need to get up.” you told him.

“i know, i know. im going.” he squeezed you in a hug before kissing you one more time. “i love you baby.”

“i love you too.” he climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom. you pulled his pillow closer, inhaled his scent, and drifted back to sleep.

🚨reminder: this blog is 18+ only. i’ve been getting a lot of new followers (which i greatly appreciate) but if there’s no age identifier on your blog, i’m blocking you no questions asked. (for my own sanity and peace of mind.) ik some people don’t actually go to my page to read the warnings, so im going to start attaching a warning at the bottom of all my posts. thanks for understanding. 💕

[chaoticelectron]

Oh gosh. Wtf is the new BSD chapter. I just can't. I literally can't. Let me breath Asagiri.

* Dies *

[fashionteahouse]

can you do paul x reader

So paul doesn't like the amount of plushies reader have on her bad and he always says it's for children but one day she came and found him sleep in her bad and hugging her plushies so she decided to take a photo for him and send it in the pack group 😭

i know the boys will make fun of him for a months

hopefully this request haven’t been done b4 but sure they sure wouldn’t let him live it down 🙂‍↕️ hope you enjoy :)

still sane - paul x reader

Tugging on his arm, Paul followed your lead. He climbed the stairs in your home after he agreed to come over. Pushing open the bedroom door, you notice the halt in his steps.

You turn to find him staring at your bed, you give him a confused look.

His face is in a humorous grin, “Where am I supposed to sit?” as he relentlessly pushes your once neatly placed plushies, to the side.

“Stop. They were nice and neat. And don’t be harsh.” you tell him as you gently set them back presentable on your bed.

“What are you, five?” he teases and holds one up to prove his point.

You snatch it out of his hand and roll your eyes, “It’s comforting.”

“Comforting for children.” he added on. You glare at him while he chuckles and shakes his head, “I don’t know how you’re still sane. All of those in my bed would drive me crazy at night.”

“Good thing they’re on my bed and not yours.” you say as you finish fluffing them up, making sure that they’re neat.

As you were driving, you stopped at a red light. A text message from Paul pops up.

“You’re not home ?”

You type back.

“No, just go in with the spare key”

You set the phone down and the light turns green. The drive home was a bit lengthy since there was traffic.

Unlocking your home and climbing up your stairs, you push open the cracked bedroom door and find Paul asleep.

He moved the plushies out of the way to lay on his back, instead of putting to the side, he had them snug and tucked under his arm.

Quietly snickering, you pull out a phone and click photos. You hold your mouth to your hand as you quietly chuckle at the pictures, swiping through them.

You don’t even type anything, sending them to the pack group chat.

It didn’t take long for them to binge back with messages, emoji’s and all.

A laugh couldn’t be held in, so of course, Paul stirs.

He blinks open his eyes and says groggily, “What’s so funny.” You just shake your head as you hold your stomach.

His phone is buzzing in his pocket. He reaches in, with the plushies still under his arm, and turn on his phone.

“The hell are they blowing up my phone for?” he asks in confusion before seeing the pictures that you sent. You couldn’t do anything but look away as your laughter have no chance of dying down.

“Y/N, delete this. Now.” he says but it only makes you laugh harder. “It’s not funny. Delete this.” he keeps on saying. When your laughing fit doesn’t get cured, he huffs angrily and throws the plushies down.

The frown on Paul’s face doesn’t change. Jared comes and sits next to him as you sip your drink.

“Aww what’s wrong Paul? Do you need your plushies to help you feel better?”

This makes the table erupt as Paul gets up from the table and stomps to another room. You had to use a napkin to dab up the spilled liquid that dripped out of your mouth from laughing too hard.

The plushies jokes weren’t as intense as the months go by. As you all sit around the Christmas tree, you all open your gifts from the secret santa you all have been assigned to.

Embry jumps up and excitedly hands his gift to Paul.

“And this one is for you.” he tells him and Paul accepts and rips open his gift. All eyes are on him as he opens it up and watch the scowl on his face form.

“Really?” he says and rolls his eyes as he holds up a plushie as you all cackle and laugh at the gift Embry gave him.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Hiii ^^ if I may request, since I'm not really feeling well rn TwT I want something to cheer me up 👉👈 perhaps seong taehoon taking care of his sick s/o, if you don't mind <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠> thankyouuuu!!!

What a way to pull at my heartstrings (and for me to prioritise this ask loooool). Hope you get better soon!

Seong Taehoon x Reader: Looking after you

Is this what love is?

Taehoon isn't a germophobe, not by any stretch of the imagination. He just doesn't want to be around sick people.

The other month, he had walked into the company building, heard coughing and sneezing, then promptly left.

He hates being ill. Hates feeling weak. Hates how it impacts his Taekwondo performance, and he can't be having that.

Despite everything, he's at your bedside.

...Which he does with an internal grumble, but you don't need to know.

"Here," he holds out a convenience store bag. Only his eyes are visible behind his mask, his other hand fiddles with the sanitizer in his pocket.

"Hmm?" you croak, waking from your fever haze and groggily making out the shape of your boyfriend.

"Don't say I never do anything for you. I got you medicine and snacks."

"Thanks Taeh-" a coughing fit takes over your body.

"ACK!" Taehoon flinches back on reflex, away from the spray of your sickness.

You don't have the energy to give him a glare.

"Drink this," you hear the snap of a cap opening, and feel a bottle lifted to your lips.

Gulping down greedily, a huff of laughter reaches your ears. The water does wonders to soothe your parched throat. When you have had your fill, you're surprised at Taehoon's gentleness as he dabs at your mouth.

He tells you to lie back down and you do. His lips quirk at your uncharacteristic obedience.

Really though, the things he does for you. He can practically smell your sickness in here. But being away from you while you're like that does something funny to his heart.

You've made him all soft and squishy, and he's not sure he likes it.

Sighing to himself, he pulls up your desk chair. He sits a little further away than usual, but close enough for you to feel his presence.

"Hobin, that little asshole-" your boyfriend's voice washes over you. He doesn't expect a response, happy to just keep you company in your misery.

He's a bit more talkative, for your sake. Taehoon recounts his day and makes yours a little better too.

Until-

Taehoon lets out an unexpected violent sneeze. He immediately narrows his eyes at you and growls, "Y/N, If you've made me sick!"

[whatthesmeg]

-> when things go wrong

arnold rimmer x gn!reader

reader finds themself injured after falling through the floor of an abandoned starship, with only their hologram crewmate for company.

i'm so down bad for this stupid hologram i swear to god. also, this is post legion, so rimmer is a hard light hgram :)

"is this really a good idea?" you raised an eyebrow, hesitantly following dave and the cat through the narrow, decrepit hallways of the long-abandoned starship.

"relaaaax," dave drawled, kicking down a door. "we've done this plenty of times,"

"exactly, and besides, we're almost out of food, and if i have to eat krytens cooking one more time, i may have to eat one of you instead!" the cat mused, causing you to chuckle and shake your head at your ridiculous crewmates.

with kryten beside you, looking around curiously, you realised a member of your team was suspiciously absent.

arnold rimmer was trailing behind, unusually quiet. you slowed down, allowing kryten, dave and the cat to march onwards.

"you alright, arnie?" you asked softly, trying to meet his hazel eyes, which he was skilfully avoiding.

"fine. absolutely fine." his lips pursed, indicating he was, in fact, not fine, but rather very stressed indeed.

this didn't go unnoticed by you. recently, arnold had been acting very odd- less snarky comments, avoiding the crew, acting bashful. you considered him a friend, and his frank avoidance of you was starting to sting a little. unsure whether to bring this up now, you decided to carefully test the waters.

"you can talk to me, arnie, you've been a bit...weird lately, and-"

"me? acting weird? don't know what you mean!" he replied, a little too enthusiastically.

getting slightly frustrated by his avoidance, you decided to dig no further.

"suit yourself. but you better figure your stuff out, arnie. i'm almost starting to miss you." you smiled gently.

"hey, y/n! come check this out!" dave shouted from in front of you, and you turned quickly from arnold and jogged towards the others.

as you were jogging, the ship shifted groaned loudly. the floor suddenly felt very flimsy indeed, and before you could react, it dropped below your feet, one side dropping to create a ramp, which you found yourself tumbling down at great speed. you felt your head hit something hard and sharp, and everything promptly went dark.

-

"...y/n, y/n, wake up!"

drowsily, your eyes fluttered open, the face of arnold rimmer looking down at you, concern evident on his face. he was kneeling over you, and sat back as you sat up groggily, eyes adjusting to the darkness.

your head was pounding, you lifted a hand to touch it and was greeted with the warm feeling of blood trickling down your face. your left arm was also in considerable pain, and looking down, you saw it was very bruised with a deep gash from your elbow to your wrist.

"arn? what happened..?" you mumbled.

"th-the floor gave out, and you fell. we thought you'd...." he trailed off, voice shaking.

"hey," you breathed, reaching out to touch his arm softly. "i'm alive, i'm not going anywhere."

"i should be the one comforting you," he muttered, looking your injuries up and down with a face of worry. he looked around and found a piece of cloth from the abandoned starship, and shook it to get the dust off before gently leaning forward and dabbing the cut on your head.

it was a surprisingly intimate gesture, you felt your face grow warm. his hazel eyes met yours for a split second, before darting away.

"where are the others, anyway? and how did you get down here?" you asked, taking the cloth from him and continuing to dab it onto your wounds.

"they're trying to find a way to get you out. as for me, well...i'm a hologram, i can't die, so..."

"so you followed me down here?" you finished his sentence, feeling your heart flutter at the kind gesture.

"that'll leave a rather heroic scar." he gestured to the gash on your arm, changing the conversation topic quickly.

you were suddenly all too aware of the pain that was racing up through your arm and to your shoulder, and grimaced.

"y-yeah," you replied, suddenly feeling tears prick in your eyes from the pain.

arnold looked around once more and located another piece of abandoned fabric, and fashioned a bandage from it.

"this might sting a bit." he warned as he gently took your arm in shaking hands, and he began wrapping the wound. "there you go, love, you're doing great."

he appeared to say this without thinking, and immediately mumbled a quick "...s-sorry,"

"why now?" you began, "after weeks of avoiding me, why are you now being so nice?"

arnold was silent for a moment. "the thought of losing you scared me more than the thought of you rejecting me. cowardly, i know. only being brave enough to tell you when things nearly go wrong."

you smiled bashfully, before taking his hand in yours. "let's get dinner, arnie. when we're back on the dwarf."

arnold squeezed your hand, his face bright despite the darkness of your environment.

"i'd like that." he beamed. you smiled again, before leaning into him, determined to both be close to him and rest your aching body. darkness consumed you once more, from sleep or loss of consciousness you couldn't be sure. all you knew was arnold was holding you steadily, one of his hands stroking your arm, providing you with more comfort you ever knew was possible.

-

you spent 4 unconscious days in the med bay, under kryten's watchful eye, with dave and the cat visiting once or twice. arnold, however, stayed next to your bed the entire time. according to kryten, he didn't leave once. he read you stories from his old books, showed you mind numbing documentaries, kept you company. and apparently he didn't complain, not once.

today was the day you left the med bay, and arnold wasted no time at all taking you to dinner. when he picked you up from your quarters, after giving you some time to get ready, he looked stunned.

"you...you look beautiful, y/n."

dinner was a wonderful affair, you talked and laughed like you'd been on thousands of dates before.

after, he took you stargazing on a nearby planet.

"thanks for staying with me, arnie. kryten told me you didn't leave once."

arnold smiled softly. "i couldn't leave you."

"i'm glad things are okay between us again. or rather, i'm glad things are....what they are, between us." you said, avoiding using any labels just yet.

"as am i."

you lie in silence for a few moments, looking up at the stars.

"can i kiss you?"

you turned to him, noticing his nervous expression. you leant forward and pressed your lips to his, and you felt his hand reach up and hold your face gently. you pulled away, giggling upon seeig arnold's cherry-red face.

"you can kiss me any time, arnie."

[mybadlywrittenstories]

Two Different Worlds (Jasper Hale Fanfiction) Chapter Two

Word Count: 2,699

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

A chorus of grumbled profanities left my chapped lips as my hand searched blindly for my deafening alarm. Once the alarm was silenced, I groggily opened my eyes, rubbing the crusted sleep from my eyes as I did. Looking over to my clock I saw the time read 6:02am. A sense of anxiety began to fill my chest as I realized today would be my first day at my new high school.

It seemed childish to worry about something so trivial as going to a new school especially when I would only be here for the next few months. The typical 'what if I get lost' and 'what if no one likes me?' echo in my head regardless. Childish or not, I was still worried. Which is why I decided to get up so god-awfully early. To make the absolute best first impression I could, this was a small town after all. I'm sure whatever gossip spreads around about me is going to be based mainly on how today goes.

My body protested as I clamored out of bed, desperate for more rest. I didn't forfeit and go back to bed though, I dragged myself in the shower carrying my toiletries basket with me and grabbing two towels from the hallway closet on my way. I went through my typical shower routine, the mundane task did little to help wake me up. There was however a sense of comfort in the familiar tasks such as scrubbing my hair with my coconut-scented shampoo and washing my face with some bubbly cleanser Abbi had let me 'permeantly borrow'. Even tho I was across the country, some things were still the same. It was a pleasant reminder that they were still there for me, regardless of the distance.

As I left the shower I dried my hair to the best of my ability with the first of my two towels, wrapping the second securely around my frame. I made a mental note that I'd have to ask Bella if she brought our shared hair dryer. I rubbed some coconut oil into the length of my hair and combed through its length with my fingers. Moving onto my face I applied a sweet-scent moisturizer to my face. Lastly, I brushed my teeth for a solid three minutes and used Charlie's Spirimint mouthwash.

Once I felt properly cleaned, I made my way out of the bathroom, dropping my hair towel and dirty pajamas into the hallway hamper, and went back into my room. Good impression... Good impression... Repeated in my mind as I tore through my suitcases looking for something to wear. I threw my red corduroy pants onto my bed, then looked for a matching shirt. The weather in Forks was wildly different than in Arizona, so my shirt selection was limited. After about five minutes of my irritating search, I landed on my thick white sweater. The only sweater in my wardrobe; I mentally noted I may want to pick up a few extra shirts and pants the next time I was close to a department store.

--Ding Ding Ding

I heard the distant sound of Bella's alarm going off in her room, followed quickly by the muffled sluggish footsteps of her getting up to go use the restroom. Sparing a glance at my digital clock I saw it was already 7:20, meaning I had about an hour to do my makeup, and hair, and then eat before we had to be on our way to school.

I rustled through my bags again searching for a pair of socks, underwear, and bra, then swiftly got dressed. I took a seat in the old leather desk chair my father had bought me secondhand a few years ago, and started to apply my makeup. I am by no means a pro makeup artist so I settled for a little bit of concealer, lipgloss, light blush and highlighter, and some pink-tinted eyeshadow mixed with a light brown; dabbing a light dusting of the highlighter around the tear ducts of my eyes. As far as hair went, I never got very fancy with it, opting to quickly brush my hair out to ensure no knots, then slapping a scrunchie on my wrist just in case the wind proved to be too much today.

I grabbed my pair of dusty white sketchers with me, as I made my way out of my room. My dirty towel was left forgotten on my bedroom floor. I could hear Bella still getting ready in her room and decided I would make something for the both of us to eat before school. I clamored down the staircase and into the kitchen, as I browsed through the kitchen I realized I'd have to stop by the store sometime soon to stock up the Kitchen. Charlie seemingly had been living on scraps for god knows how long.

I placed two pieces of wheat bread into the toaster and pushed down the lever, then poured some slightly stale-looking Cheerios into two bowls and placed the milk on the table. I buttered the toast once it was done cooking and placed one piece in front of each of the bowls. As I poured milk into my bowl, I heard Bella's door slam open followed by the clumsy footsteps of her coming downstairs. She wore a simple green button-up shirt and grey long-sleeve ensemble, paired typically with a pair of dark skinny jeans. It wasn't anything fancy but it was very Bella.

"I made breakfast" I stated as she entered the Kitchen, "It's nothing fancy Dad doesn't have much." I finished before eating my meal, she hummed in agreement before sitting down silently and picking at the piece of toast.

"Should we go grocery shopping?" She asked, pouring the milk into her bowl.

"Yeah, probably," I answered before shoving a mouthful of cereal into my mouth. Once I swallowed I continued, "I have a half schedule here, since I completed most of my credits back in Arizona. If you don't mind I could take your truck once I am done, then pick some stuff up at the market."

She hummed in consideration, then nodded her head, "Yeah that'll work. Just don't take too long. I don't want to wait in this weather." She said, wrinkling her nose up in disgust.

"I'll be quick, don't worry."

We finished eating in silence, not an uncomfortable silence. This is how it was often like with Bella, she was always content to sit in silence. No need for unnecessary chit-chat.

Bella took both our dishes to the sink and started to speedily rinse them off. I took the time to check my back backpack and make sure everything I'd be needing was tucked away safely.

Books- Check. Notepad- Check. Pencil Pouch- Check. iPod- Check. Earbuds- Check.

I tucked my small flip phone in the side pocket, everything I'd need to survive the day. Neatly packed up, ready to go. As Bella came into the small hallway, she handed me a small wad of cash.

"From the grocery fund."

"Thanks."

We both put on our jackets, lugged our school bags onto our shoulders, and laced up of sneakers. She grabbed her new car keys off the small hook and opened the door for me. I nodded my head in thanks as we made our way out in the frigid early morning.

The drive to school went smoothly, her engine roared to life almost comically loud. Suddenly, I was thankful Charlie had gifted this old truck to Bella instead of me; I could feel the eyes turning towards us as we slowly drove by through the town. I'm surprised it didn't seem to make a difference to her, typically she hates having the attention drawn on her.

We made it to the school a lot quicker than we had expected. The school being on the other side of town didn't hold as much of a punch as it did back in Phoenix. It took us less than ten minutes to make it to Forks High. The parking lot was already busy and bustling full of students, all of whom turned their eyes to watch the unfamiliar old truck roll up; Alerted due to the sound of the engine.

Bella was quick to park in the nearest available space and shut off the engine. Her cheeks dusted a light pink-- Ah so the noise does bother her. A small smirk tugged at my lips, it was a tad cruel but it did seem fair. She gets a free car, she deserves a light sprinkling of public humiliation.

We made our way into the school office together, thankfully it wasn't hard to find. This school was not even a quarter the size of our old high school. The lady sitting at the front desk was a rather large woman, with big red hair; a few streaks of grey mixed into the wild web of hair. On top of her nose sat a pair of round glasses which seemed to shrink her already small eyes. On the desk in front of her lay a nameplate 'Shelly Cope'

"Well good morning, the Swan girls I presume?" She asked, her voice was sweet but had a certain stern edge to it. No doubt caused by her many years working with unruly teens.

"Yes ma'am," I answered for both of us, "We just needed to pick up our class schedules."

"I see, I see." She mumbled moving around a few papers on her desk. "Just give me a minute, dear. I know I had them around here somewhere..." She trailed off.

Me and Bella stood there awkwardly as she frantically searched through the mounds of paper littered across her desk. That familiar anxious thrumming of my heartbeat in my chest, I don't know why but a sense of extreme unease started to wash over me. It was making me nauseous.

"Here we go, girls!" Ms. Cope exclaimed lifting up two bundles of paper. "This one is for you Isabella." She stated holding out a piece of paper for Bella to grab. Bella made an unhappy noise at the use of her full name, but grabbed the paper regardless; mumbling a quiet thank you. "And this one is for you, dear," She handed me a stack of three papers. "You'll have a class schedule, a map of the school, and an attendance sheet. Please make sure your teachers sign the attendance sheet and then turn it back into me at the end of your classes." She finished, a genuine warm smile spreading across her face.

"Will do."

"No problem."

We both walked out of the office and looked at our class schedules. Both of us groaned when we were reminded of Forks High's most frustrating policy. Mandated Gym all four years. I could take some solace in the fact I only had three periods, and the last one I'd be able to go immediately home and shower-- assuming it was a particularly sweaty workout.

Bella peered over to my schedule and let out a sigh when she saw we shared no classes together. I put a reassuring arm around her should and dragged her away from the parking lot. "Don't worry, Bells. Time will fly by at school you'll hardly notice I'm gone." I joked, giving her shoulder a soft squeeze.

"I just thought it would be nice if at least you were in some of my classes, would be nice to not be completely alone."

It stung at my heart to hear the tone in her voice, maybe I could stay for her lunch period after my gym class. Make sure she wasn't wallowing in self pity by herself at lunch. "Don't stress about it to much, you dork. I'll come eat with you at lunch, how does that sound?"

"I guess that would be okay."

"See you then, Bells! Now let's get to class." I urged, and we parted ways. My first period was English with a Mr. Berty. Second Period was Trigonometry with Mr. Varner. Then lastly, Gym with Coach Clapp. I unfolded the map in my small stack paper and tried to pinpoint my first class. It didn't take me very long to find where I was supposed to go, the map seemed pretty straight forward. So on my way I went, following the map and the few signs scattered around the bustling halls.

As the minutes ticked by, the halls started to thin out and pretty soon I was alone in the long hallway staring down at the map that started to seem more and more complex as time went on. I swear the class should be right here, but as I looked through the windows of the classroom all I saw was vacant rooms. Stacked up chairs and desks in the corner. How the hell did I end up here?

"Are you lost?" A voice called from shockingly close behind me, an angelic voice that was captivatingly alluring. I turned to see who had spoken and my heart skipped a beat. A small frail looking girl stood in front of me, her short spikey hair perfectly framing her ungodly beautiful face accentuating her abnormally gold tinted eyes. A small sense of fear started to snake it's way through my body, causing confusion to swirl around in my head. I was only about 5'3 but I almost toward over this angel on earth, there was no reason for me to fear her; and yet here I was heart beating quickly, hands becoming more clammy by the second.

"Uhm," I cleared my throat, trying to push away my unease, "Well, yes. I thought this was the way to my English class but I seem to have gotten turned around somewhere." I explained sheepishly.

Her melodious laugh broke the awkward silence that had encapsulated us. "How perfect." She sung, clapping her small hands together, a genuine smile spreading across her face. "I was just heading there when I saw you wondering around over here. Why don't you walk with me?" She offered, beaming up at me.

"That's very kind of you," I smiled, her genuine kindness dissipated my unease, I motioned down the hall for her, "After you."

A small giggle escaped her mouth yet again, "That's the wrong way, Cali. We have to go back the way you came. You turned left when you should've gone right." She stated, grabbing my hand and leading me along with her. She was exuding such optimism I almost missed her used of my nickname.

"How did you know my name was Cali?" I asked, trying to pull my hand back to my side in skepticism, but her iron clad grip didn't weaken. Without missing a single beat she responded to my question, "Oh I suppose I got a bit ahead of myself." Her light skip towards the end of the hall slowed and she looked over at me as she continued, "I'm Alice Cullen, and trust me everyone knows about you and you sister Isabella. You've been the talk of the town." I cringed slightly at the thought of my dad running around talking about me, hopefully he didn't tell anyone anything to embarrassing. What she said covered everything, except one small detail. I could see her mouth twitch the second I opened my mouth to speak.

"How did you know I went by Cali though?" I pondered, noticing the smallest glint in her eye, "Most people call me by my first name Calliope, at least when we first meet." I explained, nervous I had upset her going off the look on her face.

Her face perked up within the second, quickly responding, "Well I wasn't positive but you don't look like the type to go by Calliope, call it a lucky guess."

"Ah I see, that's fair. Very lucky guess." Her face lit up and she picked up her quick skip as we neared the end of the empty hall, "You'll learn that about me pretty quickly, my dear. I make very lucky guesses." She sung before we stopped outside of a door, right as the bell rang. "Here it is."

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I would like to hear about Ians aftercare. I love mickey aftercare but everyone tell me how Mickey acts post sex towards him 🥹

☀️ hi, anon! i love this! the plan was to just give a brief description of the headcanons i have about this, but then it spiraled. so here's a short drabble about ian receiving aftercare from mickey. 💫

The blindfold is carefully slipped off of him, and Ian opens his eyes, squinting against the low lamp light. He's still dazed, and there's hot, lingering pleasure still warming him, everything just now starting to recede out of him. He's laying flat on his back, loose-limbed, sweat making him stick to the sheets. There's all kinds of shuffling beside him as he takes his shuddering, uneven breaths, and he sees that it's Mickey stacking pillows against the headboard.

Mickey pulls a towel off the nightstand where it had been waiting for them, and then he's right beside him again, blessedly close and comforting, kneeling over him and so, so gently wiping him down. Slow drags on his skin, the softest touch he can manage. Ian hisses when he dabs around his cock, still so sensitive, and Mickey soothes him with a hand on his stomach, murmuring, "sorry, I got you..."

When Mickey leans away to drop the towel onto the floor and rummage around on the nightstand, Ian brings his hands up to his face, closing his eyes and wiping away sweat. He groans when he gets the spins to a surprisingly unbearable degree, opening his eyes back up quickly and trying to focus his vision on a single point on the ceiling, trying to ground himself. His head is all cottony. There's a dull ringing in his ears.

He doesn't normally go completely nonverbal the way Mickey so often does, so he's able to mumble "C'mere, please," and bat a hand out toward his husband, smacking the mattress.

"I'm comin'," Mickey assures him, shuffling over with a water bottle in hand. He drops it on the mattress to take Ian's face in his hands, cradling him sweetly, his touch so warm. "Wanna sit up for me?"

"Mmm," Ian grunts agreeably. Yeah, he wants to sit up. So he can drink the water Mickey has for him. He wants to feel more steady. He wants...ah. He wants a fucking hug.

He groggily heaves himself up, and then Mickey's helping him ease back against the pillows he's stacked for him, all nestled and propped up and cozy. His husband slides into his lap, straddling him and pressed so close, all warm and soft and so lovely and loving. His arms wrap around Ian's shoulders, and Ian buries himself in him. Yes, this is it. Such a good fucking hug. He lets his hands rest on Mickey's hips, his face pressed against his neck, breathing in that warm, slightly musky smell of him, familiar and beautiful. They sit like this for a moment, and his head begins to clear.

He peers over Mickey's shoulder and sees the cuffs lying unbuckled on the bed, the blindfold discarded beside them. He wraps his arms tighter around Mickey, taking one wrist in hand against Mickey's lower back and rubbing it tenderly, remembering. He felt so good. He feels so good.

"Here, drink," Mickey says softly, leaning away to grab the water, Ian unwinding his arms from around him. He unscrews the cap and hands it over, and Ian carefully takes it from him. He holds it with both hands, not trusting his trembling fingers to grasp it with just one. He takes a couple of sips, and fuck, that feels good on his raw throat. It cools him down.

Mickey watches him drink it, then takes it from him when he's done.

"Feelin' alright, tough guy?" he asks sweetly. Ian nods. "Want a snack?" And how is that so cute?

"Yeah." Ian nods again.

Staying firmly seated on Ian, Mickey leans aside again and grabs the little packet on the nightstand. It's trail mix, but it's the kind that's mostly chocolate. Just a bag of candy, really. Ian's got a hell of a sweet tooth, especially after this kind of exertion, and Mickey knows it. He's prepared.

Ian smiles as Mickey carefully rips open the bag and reaches in. He holds up an m&m, and Ian opens his mouth, still smiling. He lets Mickey feed him, laughing a little bit.

"You're cute," he says as he chews.

"Fuck off," Mickey replies, no heat to it. And then, "You're fuckin' cute."

He feeds him another piece of chocolate.

"I can do this part, baby," Ian says as Mickey digs into the bag again. "Can feed myself." Not that he minds, really. He likes this kind of attention.

And Mickey looks at him all soft then, in that way that he does sometimes when he's about to be earnest and sweet, and it's got Ian melting a little bit already.

"I wanna do it," he says. Ian's heart clenches.

"Okay."

He lounges there, leaning back against pillows that his husband piled up for him so he would be comfy, said husband in his lap and being the perfect grounding weight and presence, eating chocolate that his husband slips between his lips with fingers that had only just been wrecking and unraveling him. And he enjoys feeling wholly treasured, entirely taken care of.