#do the couple hours of parent facing stuff that needs to be done

[songofwizardry]

I have a late start at work today which is very nice and all but unfortunately for me once you get rid of the 7am adrenaline fuelled exit from the home I just think. hm. what actually is the point why do I not just have the whole day off. it’s basically afternoon.

[jinxificada]

something to relax

dealer!jinx x fem!reader

summary: you deserve a rest, so you turn to the infamous jinx for help.

notes: nsfw, modern au, wc 4k !! inaccurate drug dealing.

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"i'm telling you, you're insanely overworking yourself. i don't even understand where'd you get all the time to do everything you do." your friend scolds you jokingly, though you can tell she's honestly worried for you.

"nonsense." you roll your eyes in denial, "i'm alright, we take the same classes."

"i'm not in any club doing extracurricular stuff, nor am i tutoring any dumb kid." she discusses, walking with you through the crowded hallway towards your next class.

"well i don't really have a choice, it's for the-"

"the scholarship, i know." she sighs, finally arriving. "just... please take a moment to relax."

you both take your seats almost in the middle of the classroom, by the windows. she always sat in front of you, so she would turn around and chat whenever she wanted without you being able to ignore her.

"what about we go to that party on saturday?" she proposes and you already bite your lip with an hesitant expression, "please! we don't have to stay the whole time, just an hour or two."

"i don't know... i don't have a car and it’ll be too late to take the bus." you poorly excuse, not wanting to fully reject her.

"i can drive you! or you can just stay at mine." she happily resolves and you just nod with a sigh.

it's not that you didn't like hanging out with your friend, nor she's always so insistent. she usually is very understanding and gives you space. but the exams were getting close and you needed to higher your grades in a couple of classes, so you've been paying extra attention in classes, speaking with a couple of teachers on how to improve your grades and busying yourself with the usual assignments, the extra assignments, and tutoring this one kid below your year for some extra money.

unlike most of the students here, your family isn't able to properly pay for your education. you've done your previous years in the public school your small town, your teachers were so amazed with your capabilities that they recommended your parents to send you somewhere... better. they all collaborated on writing a recommendation letter for your acceptance. and you got the full scholarship! congrats, now you have to work harder than your classmates in order to keep it.

it wasn't fair, and your friend knew it. she felt so bad that she couldn't help you with money or your studies, but she can help you to ease your mind a bit.

so, you could only frown while making a mental list of all the valuable things you could be doing instead of this, standing in a big kitchen full of intoxicated teenagers. your friend was trying to talk with you while mixing alcohol in disposable cups for each one of you.

"and tomy was sticking his tongue inside of mary's mouth in front of her father, ew! you should've seen their faces when they realized, her father was burning red, i don't know if from embarrasment or anger." she rambled with a loud laugh.

you chuckle, mostly because her laugh was contagious. "who was tomy, again?"

"shh, he's coming." she suddenly leans in to whisper before pulling back wearing her social smile, "tomyy!"

a rather scrawny tall boy comes from behind you saying your friend's name in the same way, "fancy seeing you here!" ah, he had a high pitched voice.

"i didn't want you to miss me!" she quickly jokes, "nice party!"

"i'm guessing you're having a good time." he chuckles. at this point he's set himself right next to you and still hadn't acknoledge you. "have you already found jinx?" he asks curiously with a supposedly mischeavous smile.

"damn, she's here already?"

"yeah, just bought from her in the second garden."

'what the hell is a second garden?' you thought with a weirded out glance.

they chat a bit more and you think you know the kitchen from memory after rolling your eyes around as they talked. the boy soon moves to another guest and your friend turns back to you.

"the funniest thing is that they were sent to the principal's office was for sucking their faces off in the middle of class." she continues the conversation she was having with you as if you've never been interrupted, it was a talent of hers.

'is this what she thinks of a relaxing night...?' you mentally complained. you had your friend talk you ear off 5 days a week, but that didn't seem enough for her. at some point you muted her voice from your head and only listened to the loud pop music and different people talking over each other. your eyes were fixed on the next room through the kitchen's door, the flashing lights barely illuminated the crowd. blondes, brunettes and redheads, they all stay in the background when a blue head pushes through them to your way.

you physically react with a quiet sigh when you can see her face. a pretty girl, with the softest features you've ever seen, decorated with a messy dark makeup and intense eyes. curious to see how her full style looked like your gaze lowers on her body, she was wearing a white laced corset gripping her chest for life and low wasted black denim shorts, along with the biggest boots you've ever seen.

the girl who caught your eye walked into the room with loud, confident steps. people quickle recognized her, some greeted, some lowered their eyes to the floor. she only smiled briefly before grabbing two closed bottles of vodka like she owned the place and left.

"who was that?" you breath out, realizing you've been holding it the whole time.

"jinx," your friend shrugged, "local dealer, mental problems and rich daddy." she summarized, fixing her lipstick and soon changing the topic.

the night ended up being a boomer. your friend got a stoner to share his blunt with you both and that, mixed with the alcohol you had been drinking since the night started, made you both pretty tired and sleepy. luckily, your friend's house was about two streets down from the party, allowing you to arrive sound and safe while intoxicated.

you couldn't deny that you slept like a baby.

but the week started again a day after, along with your responsabilities. and it seemed that it's gonna be a shitty one.

for your extracurricular activity, you had the job to take decent pictures for the school's paper. they were all rejected by the president in charge. you scored a negative B in a practically easy test because you were too distracted noticing that the so named jinx was in the same class as you. 'she looks very pretty in the dark blue uniform.' was your constant thought. and the cherry on top, you didn't have your extra money of the week because the parents of your student were late with the payment.

they were showered in wealth, why won't they give you your 50 dollars? now they’ll have to pay $100 next week.

but for now… you had to survive with the remaining money you had left for the rest of the week. and it was only monday.

you thought you could handle this particularly difficult week, but all this tension build up only to blow up on your face. and the face of the teacher who was telling you why you had to rewrite the essay you just submitted.

you were use to cry over stress, you thought it was a healthy way of letting it out. just not in the public eye.

tears and sobs were comming out of you as you walked down the halls, feeling like millions of eyes were judging you. how embarrasing, right? but that was only your mind playing you, the only person who looked at you twice was tomy who recognized you but couldn't recall from where.

it was friday and the classes already ended, the club was about to start in ten minutes but you were debating whether test your luck and see if it can all get shittier or just call it a day and go home.

but a loud yell of your name from behind you interrupted this final decision, your friend throted her way up to you and worriedly wiped your tears.

"are you okay? what happened?"

"i'm fucked up! i'm gonna fail all my exams and get kicked out from this stupid school!" you dramatically cried in the comfort of your friend's arms. you knew she was fighting demons to not roll her eyes and say 'i told you'.

she listened to your whines for a couple more minutes until she had an idea.

"okay stop, shush." you frowned but stayed quiet anyways, "listen, i know jinx stays in club hours to sell, she must be in that shitty bathroom from the second floor. why don't you go buy some weed and relax this weekend?"

your frown deepened and even a light blush appeared on your wet cheeks, "uhm, i don't know... why don't you just stay at my house to hangout, please?"

"oh hun, i would love to but my parents are taking me to visit my grandma." who lived far far away, you nodded. "just, try what i'm telling you, okay?"

"okay..." you hesitantly say, your friend seemed in a rush because just when you were about to ask her how much it would probably cost and how many grams you should buy, she pecked both of your cheeks in goodbye and left you standing in an almost empty hallway.

you were on your own now, hoping the 15 dollars you had left from this long week would be enough, but you doubted it.

you hesitantly pushed the door of the supposedly shitty bathroom (it didn't have a mirror, nor the renovated cubicle doors the other's had, though it was perfectly functional). welcomed by the sight of jinx sitting on top of the counter sink, ciggarette in hand and an amused smile on her face while she talked with another girl.

they quickly shut up at your presence. you purse your lips awkwardly at them, you were about to greet them when this other girl just scoffed as if you ruined something and leaned to whisper in the bluehaired's ear. jinx only chuckled in what you thought was a very flirty manner and the girl left, leaving you alone with her.

it was a good moment to say something, jinx was looking at you expectantly but you were too busy checking her out.

the school uniform itself is rather conservative, but it was usual for students to fix it to their liking as long as it isn't too inappropiate. jinx seemed to be an exception, because you didn't know how was she allowed to move around with the skirt so short. you weren't complaining, not at all. with the way she crossed her legs you could easily appreciate her pale legs, noticing a few marks and bruises which fed your curiosity.

she cleared her throat, "so? you came all the way here to stare at me?"

"no- no, sorry." you quickly apologized and presented yourself, taking a few steps closer, your voices echoing in the bathroom,

"right… what can i offer you?"

though her words were friendly enough, her tone was playful and given that you had a breakdown just minutes ago, you couldn't help but feel like she was mocking you. she probably was.

"i, uh, i was wondering what's your cheapest relaxing item?" you hesitantly ask, seeing the corner of her lips rising the slightest bit in a smirk.

"are you familiar with drugs?"

"no... not really."

"then i have the perfect discount for you!" jinx smiles brightly and you get even more closer, interested. "weed is ideal for begginers, and i can give you 15g for 100 bucks, whatcha say?"

"oh." you instantly gloom. "and... h-how much for 2 or 3g?"

"3 grams? you can barely make a blunt with that." she mocks raising an eyebrow, studying you for a second before smirking again. it was hard to read her, but you could sense she had something in mind as it seemed rather mischeavous. "for 3g... 20 bucks."

you sighed, looking away in embarrasment. you heard that her prices were high, but this... what did she need so much money for, anyways?

"okay, um... i don't have enough money with me right now. thank you." you sheepeshly said, ready to turn around and go back home to keep crying.

"wait!" she suddenly says, decrossing her legs to shift in her spot, "don't give up so easily... we can arrange something..."

"arrange...?" you repeated, confused. jinx motioned with her fingers to approach her and you did, mantaining a respectable distance before she could reach your arm and pull you even closer, caresing the lenght of it along with your hand. you were stunned, feeling your ears and chest warm up. "how come?" you murmured, trying to grasp on the situation.

"i'm feelin' nice..." she hummed, "i can give you 5g... if you give me head."

"e-excuse me?" that was your first reaction, pulling the hand she was holding away and to your chest, "what...? are you serious?"

"oh don't be such a prude!" she chuckles, giving you a knowing look, "d'ya think i'm dumb? i've seen you staring, i know you want me."

her bluntness made you blush, damn, her mere presence made you blush. she was exposing you while offering her body in change of some weed. you've never been in this kind of situation before, your mouth opening and closing as you tried to think of something to say.

she kept distracting you though, with that pretty smirk of hers. since you didn't instantly ran away, jinx knew her guess was correct. reaching for your hand again and rounding your hips with her long legs to pull you closer, till your body hit the counter she was sitting on.

"i know you want me." she repeated in a low tone, "and i know you need it, toots." you unconsciously lean into her touch as she caress your cheek, right where the dried tears rested on.

"i don't want to t-take advantage of you..." you dumbly say, jinx almost pouted at how adorable you were. you thought it was you who was taking advantage of this?

"you're not, silly!" she giggled raspily, "this is business."

"i'm- i don't.... i'm not sure..." you rambled, and before you could make a point -if you were ever going to make it-, jinx pulled you into her for a kiss. a hungry, intense kiss.

and you instantly melted, your hands traveled to hug her waist as you reciprocated. she tasted like that ciggarette she was smoking a moment ago, mixed with the flavour of some candy.

you thought it was hot.

her body shifted closer, sitting by the edge of the counter to easily push her hips into you. the heated make-out was interrupted by her own heavy breaths.

"see, toots?" she rasped, "you can do it."

"okay." you hummed, leaning in to kiss her again. it was ridiculous really, how easily you gave in. specially after she dodged your attempt with an evil smirk.

"uh-uh." she pushed you by the shoulders, "i asked you to eat me out."

you almost scoffed in complain, before realizing that maybe… this was even better.

"but i have a condition." jinx called for your attention with an amused chuckle. "you have to make me squirt."

"fuck." you sighed, "really...? are you-?"

"i know i can, yeah." she nods, spreading her legs for you, "but it won't be easy..."

you certainly wouldn't mind trying, you weren't exactly up close to her pussy and you could already feel the smell of her arousal, inviting you to taste her. jinx lifted up her skirt to expose her lingerie, a furious pink with a wet spot on her center that watered your mouth.

soon enough you were kneeling down, it was a bit uncomfortable given the height of the sink. hesitantly, you licked your lips and looked up at her, in search of confirmation. in response, jinx flashed you a playful smile, leaning back to rest her weight on her hands.

satisfied, you concentrated on her pussy, carefully pressing down your thumb as if testing the waters. her hips twitched at the contact, moving towards your hand. you let out a hum, 'sensitive?'. experimentally, you sticked your tongue out to lap over her underwear, the wet spot growing as it mixed with your saliva. you were contently taking things slow, against jinx own desires.

she aggresively gripped your hair to push your head into her pussy, "don't tease me, nerd." she husked.

and you couldn't bring yourself to mind, rushing to move her panties to the side to finally taste her. you wanted to impress her, you wanted her to like you, and give her the best head she'd ever have. your lips hugged her clit, quickly working on her pussy, sucking and lapping. you were rewarded with quiet sighs and trembling legs, occasionally a moan. but it seemed that jinx was trying not to crumble, silencing her sounds by pressing her lips together, though it barely did the job. you didn't mind, not when you were making out with her pussy so fervently.

your hands gripped her plushy thighs as you put them on your shoulders, helping her to stay still. her hips twitched towards you every now and then, when you would suck particularly hard on her throbbing clit. and you? you were having the time of your life.

as busy as you always were, it’s been quite long since you had some fun like this.

jinx looked down at you with furrowed eyebrows and flushed cheeks, meowing softly as she felt herself coming undone at your enthusiastic work on her pussy. her hand pulled at your hair and you opened your eyes to meet hers, but her head was thrown back in pleasure. you didn’t stop, instead you moved your hand to furiously rub her center until she looked at you again, biting her lower lip to muffle her moan. she came against your mouth, rocking her hips lazily against you.

you licked her clean a few times before realizing you didn't accomplished your task, she didn't squirt.

"well well, toots," she said accompanied with a breathless and amused chuckle, "i told you it would be- mhm!" her mocking words were interrupted by your actions, you decided that you'll just try harder.

you went back at it, this time focusing more on her unattended hole. when your tongue explored a little more inside, your nose hit her clit sending shivers through her back as she arched. her initial surprise was overpowered with pleasure, she didn't care anymore about not showing how much she was enjoying herself.

after the previous stimulation, this time she reached her limit much quicker. you really wanted to make her squirt, so you put all your effort on your fingers, which you carefully put inside her. jinx cursed above you, letting you do whatever you wanted with your body as everything felt just so good for her.

and the reward came along her relief, her cum fell all over your lower face, though you shamelessly tried to drink all you could.

"mkay, stop-" jinx whined lowly as you kept your mouth attached to her pussy, against her own words her legs squeezed your head tightly.

you pulled back a few seconds later, wiping your chin with the back of your hand only to smudge all her fluids to your cheek, making her giggle. she motioned at you to get closer, opening the flush of water on the sink by her side.

"thanks." you smiled quietly as she cleaned your face with water, "your thighs..." you pointed out at the wet mess on her inner thighs.

"i know."

jinx took a deep breath before making an effort to get down the counter, barely struggling to make her way inside a cubicle. you shyly stayed put, fixing your hair looking to anywhere else to give her some privacy as she cleaned herself up.

"i didn't know you were that stubborn." the bluehaired girl mocked you, suddenly she was by your side again. this time cornering you.

"you- you asked me to do it."

"yeah..."

there was something so mesmerizing in her blushed cheeks, her darkened blue eyes. your breath got caught in your throat when you felt her slim fingers sneaking under your skirt uniform to playfully pull on the edge of your underwear.

you only looked at her with little hesitance before you tried to lean in and kiss her. she dodge your attempt for the second time, not letting you time to react when she forcefully turned you around, pushing her chest on your back.

"i can give you the 15g, if you let me play a little bit." she whispered against your ear, nibbling at the earring you were wearing, "hmm? will ya let me?"

"yeah," you quickly agreed with a pleading voice, hitching up your own skirt and resting your hand on top of hers while pushing your hips, your movements were hurried and desperate, there was a pulsing desiring waiting to be attended. jinx was overly amused, rubbing your center over your underwear. "yes..." you sighed, throwing your head back to her side, leaving you neck exposed for her to keep her lips busy with.

breathless moans left your mouth, relaxing your body against her touch when loud steps startled you. it was impossible for you to ignore them because there was a chance that someone could caught you both. though jinx didn't seem to care, mindlessly biting your skin.

"did you hear that?" you mumbled, your body tensed in anticipation.

"yeah," she giggled in response, capturing your attention by getting her hands under you panties which got a squeak sound out of you. "imagine if they find us here."

"not funny-" you grumbled, unable to push her away but your eyes fixed on the closed door.

"c'mon baby, must be the janitor. he's not allowed to come here." she reassured, her other hand moving your head to her, kissing your lips messily.

you gave in, sighing into her as she pump her fingers in and out of you. you already felt so stimulated that a few minutes later you were already cumming on her hand. she doesn't stops till you ride out of your high.

jinx loudly pecks your cheek, pulling her fingers out and up to her mouth, sucking off your cum.

"god." your voice trembled at the sight.

she only smirked at you, walking to her bag which was laying on the floor. your eyes were closed while you fixed yourself again, anxious to get home and change your dirty underwear as you can uncomfortably feel the stickness.

when you opened them, jinx left on the counter a small ziploc bag.

"a deal is a deal." she shrugs, "enjoy."

you slowly reached to the bag, a bit conflicted by how the situation was ending.

“i- i’m not even sure i needed it now.”

jinx raised her eyebrows at your murmur, you came to her with those desperate and anxious eyes, only for you to not accept it?

but she knew better, with her signature mischievous smirk she approached you once again, puts the bag in your hands and let her fingers linger a bit more on top of them.

“how about this? take ‘em home, use it tonight and touch yourself thinking ‘bout me.”

your eyes open slightly, and you blush like you didn’t just fuck her a couple of minutes ago. either she always caught you out of guard, or you’re simply not used to being… so vulgar.

“so? will you do that f’me?” she stares at you expectantly with those big blue eyes, amused by your reactions.

“y-yeah, yes i’ll do it.”

“cute.” she sighs, leaning to peck your cheek once again before going to grab her bag and walk towards the exit. “i want proof! text me later!” she chuckles loudly by the door and just as loudly smacks it closed.

[gatitties]

Web of love

─Yandere!Jujutsu Kaisen x fem!reader (platonic)

─Summary: forced to abandon your family and being spit out into a world of curses where everyone seems to gravitate towards you

─Warnings: a little angst¿ obsession, toxic behaviors, yandere stuff

Part Two / Part Three / Part Four

The blank pages: Part One / Par Two

ok I had a burst of inspiration and I needed to write also need more platonic yanderes for jjk 😔 (I'll probably write another part because I left out many characters and villains… 😈)

SOMETIMES you think that you had to do something very terrible in your old life, something unforgivable and unimaginable to be punished right now, sometimes you think that the easiest thing would be to bang your head against the wall until you are stupid enough to have a caregiver and stop worrying about many things.

You just wanted to help your parents with the family business, being a time of high demand in the hostelry sector, taking advantage of your school holidays, you loved your family very much and helping in the business was the least you could do.

But the moment a group of children come in screaming excitedly and running from one side to the other you lost your nerve, yes, they are kids celebrating a birthday, but so much activity, noise and annoyance made a vein swell on your forehead, you were reaching the limit, but at least there were only a couple of hours left to be able to close and surreptitiously remove the last people with brooms.

You swore you were losing years and hair, that the minutes passed slower and slower as if you were stuck in an endless hour.

"I think if you keep squeezing the tray like that you'll break it, honey."

Your mother squeezed your shoulder, you turned to look at her, she was behind the bar, cleaning with a cloth while she glanced at you from time to time, she certainly knew how to detect when you were losing your temper, after all she saw you have many crises nervous before.

"Sorry, you know I can't stand so much movement and annoying noises, it's exhausting."

"Oh, I think you can go home if you want, you've done enough for today miss."

A new voice joined in, your father made way with a couple of plates, he left them on the bar to place his hands on your shoulders and rub circles on them, calming you with his touch, you smiled in agreement, your mood improving as you heard that you can go home once and for all, they wouldn't have much work at this hour.

"Don't forget the jacket love, it's already night and it's cold outside!"

"I know mom, bye, love you two!"

You shouted as you were already walking through the door, you waved to both of them before walking out onto the lonely streets, luckily your house wasn't too far from the family business. Without wasting time you grabbed your faithful life companions, your headphones, connecting them to your phone to listen to music at a ridiculously high volume. You let music be your final destination, if you ever suffer an accident, at least it'll be listen to something you like.

Moving your head slightly to the rhythm of the sound, looking at the ground as your legs moved on their own, knowing the way back by heart, you concentrated on drowning out the thoughts leaving your mind blank, it wasn't very difficult since you barely had enough active neurons at this time to have too deep thoughts.

"Huh?"

Some mist came out of your mouth when you felt something tiny cling to your leg, confused, you looked down with a blank look and an imperturbable face, you saw like a kind of fairy-bug, a strange thing was sticking to your leg, looking at you with eyes of a kicked dog. Oh yeah, you started seeing these kinds of creatures, monsters, whatever they are, a couple of months ago when you decided to walk into a 'witchcraft' shop just because a bracelet seemed cute to you.

When you wanted to question the old woman who sold it to you ─after checking that you hadn't spent too much time on the Internet to be hallucinating─ she was no longer there, as if she had disappeared from the face of the earth, no one seemed to remember her except of you.

You grimaced, holding the little thing carefully, pushing it away from you as if you had just taken unidentified food out of the sink after having washed the dishes, without hesitation you threw it like it was a snot, you didn't even hear the squeal that came from it as it crashed to the ground because you hadn't turned the music down.

You continued your path, ignoring how more of those monsters began to appear, larger ones, with more or less human shapes, you didn't know if you had reached the point of emotional exhaustion that you no longer cared about those things, or you were so desensitized to certain things that you barely changed your expression.

"Help… help please… my son- oh- it burns…"

Your feet stopped suddenly, almost falling face first to the ground as you felt one of those monsters cling to your arm like an old woman crossing the street with a helper, looking at you with tears flowing down her cheeks, murmuring things you wouldn't understand if you weren't able to read lips, her hand went higher and higher, absorbing your body in a kind of wrestling-like lock-hug.

If you could you would pinch the bridge of your nose, you started to struggle with the woman, she started screaming the further you got away from her, you cursed silently when you couldn't get her off. This was it, the only thing that bothered you about seeing strange things was that they clung to you as if you were some kind of helper or salvation, you are not a saint, you are not a savior, you were nobody, but they kept coming to you like bees to pollen.

"Looks like you need some help"

You turned your head slowly, dramatizing the side eye you gave to that familiar voice, you heard by chance because of the song change and the small silence, but you could feel his presence for miles. Your frown deepened as you saw the albino look at you with a smile, oh, not only did you have to deal with these curses on your own, as if that were not enough, being one of the few people capable of perceiving these things certain people became interested in you. Sorcerers, it was funny, you didn't believe in magic until you saw this albino lunatic exorcise a curse in front of your eyes, even though you were somewhat skeptical, you refused to attend his institute, but they kept showing up to persuade.

"No, I can take care of this."

"Aw sure, go ahead then, I want to see how you do it."

This time you didn't listen to shit, but his shit eating smile told you everything you wanted to know, you started to struggle with the cursed woman again, it didn't work until you started talking to her. You found it was easier if you tried to give comforts to the poor cursed souls, and you had to do it reluctantly on these types of occasions, removing your headphones for greater concentration. You were terrible at comforting people, so it was like an uphill climb to get that curse to leave you alone.

"And that was ten minutes, you could have done it in twenty seconds if you knew how to use cursed energy."

"Just get lost, I already said no."

"We are offering you free knowledge, how can you refuse it?"

"Aren't public schools there for that?"

"There are no exorcization courses that I know of."

You rubbed your face desperately, you didn't want to learn sorcery, you didn't want to get in trouble, you didn't want to have to comfort anyone, you wanted your simple life, helping your parents, studying, getting a decent job. What kind of future would guarantee you knowing how to control that cursed energy? Clearly nothing good.

"I'm going to put it another way… you attract cursed energy, until now you have been lucky enough to find desperate souls in search of comfort, but what will happen when something much worse is stalking you? Something that seeks blood, your blood."

"Then I'll die, isn't it obvious?"

You raised your thumb with a sarcastic smile, you were too tired to continue a conversation, unfortunately Gojo's next words resonated in your head like a scratched record.

"What if they were your parents? They will not be safe by your side, as I said you attract bad energies."

A lump formed in your throat, letting a shaky breath escape your lips, he watched in silence as he had managed to hit your weak spot, your family, it was something you wouldn't change for the world, they were people who would die for you without a second thought, and just like them, you would give your life for them, they showered you with love and affection, the least you could do was protect them from your own problems.

As annoying as it was to give Gojo an affirmative answer, you had to swallow your pride for a greater reason, and just a week later you were already making the move. Covered as a kind of “Erasmus”, your parents were happy that you were going to explore and meet friends on your own, you wanted to tell them that you didn't want to go, that they would refuse to allow that decision, but that wasn't the case.

Then began what seemed like torture for you, as if you had fallen into a spider web and the more you struggled, the more you got caught in the webs. It was strange, everyone there seemed to have knowledge about who you were and where you came from while you were completely uninformed, it felt strange to be greeted so warmly by unknown people, inside you it was stressful to receive such a degree of attention, but you kept your expression unfazed.

You were like an extension of Megumi, only less expressive and definitely more stupid, you had no thoughts beyond your lost eyes staring into space, nothing made you flinch, nothing made you laugh, nothing made you have a hint of emotion that wasn't nervousness or tiredness. And yet the three first-year students, your classmates, could hear how you tried to drown out your nightly sobs, longing for your home and your family, how you secretly laughed lightly when you saw something stupid on your phone. Why didn't you want to share your emotions with them? Weren't they good enough for you?

You don't know what you triggered by strictly trying not to get emotionally close to people who from one day to the next could be in a grave, just because you couldn't stand it, just because you couldn't stand giving up more parts of your little heart to have them break later.

Itadori started to stick to you like a sticker, are you going for a walk? He needs to stretch his legs, do you want to laze around? He too! He is new to this world of curses like you, so he thinks it is better that you help each other in the face of complications and training. The first time he saw how a curse clung to you for comfort it almost gave him a seizure, he would never think he would be able to exorcise something so quickly, it worried him how used you were to being 'attacked' like that constantly and it only increased his worry, he needed to keep you safe from this dangerous world, it was a promise.

Megumi felt sorry, unlike him you had a normal and happy family, people to turn to, a little envious, he wasn't going to lie, but he tried to make you as comfortable as possible, maybe a little too paranoid about your well-being now that you were a novice unwilling to learn, he felt like he was your big brother, he wasn't going to take an eye off you even for a second, you could get hurt or worse and he had already experienced the bitter feeling.

Nobara was persistent that you open up to her, after all girls should be close, maybe she got too obsessed with that phrase when she watched suspiciously as Itadori dragged you to do something stupid ─against your will but without the energy of to refuse─ and you weren't going with her to have a snack or shopping, she felt a pang in her heart, what if she's not there and something happens? She doesn't trust anyone to take care of you, everyone is inept in her eyes.

Gojo proclaimed himself your fake father, no matter how hard he tried, he would in no way replace the real one, but if he wanted to play the family game you would let him if that made him happy. His attitude was the one that bothered you the most because it made you look like a helpless person at his side, he made you look like you needed him to take care of you. You accepted being the weakest link, but you could fight your own battles, especially after discovering some of your abilities, but he wouldn't allow it, you're too adorable to let go.

After some tests, missions and training, they discovered that your cursed energy acted like an antenna, attracting all curses that wanted to be forgiven or sought freedom. You were cursed with the 'gift' of forgiving and freeing from torture curses that wanted to cease to exist, and you acted as a peacemaker on some occasions. Luck was definitely not on your side or it was kicking you for having laughed at so many other people's sorrows on the internet, couldn't you punch? Kicks? Do voodoo? Summon shikigami? No, you had to pat and release cursed souls.

You didn't have enough suffocating attention from the sorcerers that you also had to have that from the curses. You were going to look for the old woman who cursed you the day you entered her store in another life and you were going to sacrifice her in the name of barbatos.

"Hey there you were! We're going out to dinner, are you coming?"

Nobara opened your door without knocking, you didn't stop looking at the ceiling while you lay motionless in your bed, you shook your head slowly in denial, you weren't in the mood, you were never in the mood.

"Don't talk nonsense, there is no way you can stay here alone, come on, come on! Gojo will pay for everyone."

Itadori entered immediately, pulling your wrist to drag you, you slid off the bed like a dead body, looking blankly at the boy who was giving you a puppy dog look, it wasn't that that made you accept, but if you didn't accept you would pass more time arguing with them in a useless way. You had learned to accept your destiny, you had learned to stay still in that web, maybe if you manage not to move you can free yourself, just maybe.

"I'm glad you decided to accept! It is good to have bonding time with your classmates and teacher, it encourages communication."

You nodded, looking absentmindedly at your phone, scrolling through the screen without looking at anything in particular but not wanting to have to look at the albino's expression, he knew you were going to accept, he knew you were going to go with them because they wouldn't give you any other option. He put his arm around your shoulders dragging you towards the car while he chattered things that went in one ear and out the other.

"Will you sit next to me?"

" No way, she will sit with me!"

And the tug of war began between Itadori and Nobara over who you would sit next to, too stubborn to 'share' if you sat in the middle, they would prefer to be the only ones next to you, Megumi on the other hand was the smartest when entering the first, if he sat in the middle he would assure him that you would sit next to him, however, absorbed in the discussion, they did not notice how you moved towards the passenger seat, end of the discussion and the headache, now you just had to rack your brain thinking about how to solve the fight next to who you would sit at while eating without giving anyone the benefit.

Sometimes you think that you had to do something very terrible in your old life, something unforgivable and unimaginable to be punished right now, sometimes you think that the easiest thing would be to bang your head against the wall until you are stupid enough to have a caregiver and stop worrying about many things, now you had four caregivers but no concussion, for now.

[misfit0789]

Holidays from Hell

Alyssa Naeher x Reader

Summary: Alyssa and R's Christmas is crashed by R's family. It doesn't end well.

Word count: 4.7k

Warnings: Nose bleed, emotionally/mentally abusive family, hurt/comfort, homophobic comments

This has been done for a couple of months, and I wasn't planning on posting it just yet, but since Uncle is officially retired from the national team, I thought there was no better time to post it! Hope you enjoy!

I slowly open my eyes to adjust to the morning light peaking in through the blinds. I stretch as best as I can

with one arm under my partner of 4 years. I feel her start to stir as I cuddle back into her from behind.

"Merry Christmas baby," I whisper into her ear as I press a kiss just behind it. She turns in my arms to look me in my eyes, before she presses a kiss to my lips. I relax into the kiss savoring it knowing we will face chaos shortly.

"Merry Christmas my love, are you ready to see your mom?" She asks her left hand coming up to cup my cheek. I sigh and lean into her touch.

"I don't think I will ever be ready to face her. It was a lot easier to ignore her when I moved out and could put the blame on practice and other stuff. But when she shows up on my door step 2 days before Christmas demanding to spend the holidays with us I'm not sure I can ignore her then. I'm pissed that she ruined our plans though. I was so excited to spend the holidays with your family. I was looking forward to seeing them all." I take a deep breath to try and get my emotions under control. She gives me a soft smile before she leans in and places another kiss on my lips.

"We will power through this together. Besides my sister will be here this afternoon to help prepare dinner before my parents arrive at 5. We only have a couple hours of your mom alone today. We can do it." She says, I give her a small nod and one more kiss before moving the blanket to the side. Knowing my mother she will find some way to fuck this up just as she has everything else in my life.

I stand and stretch before making my way to our ensuite bathroom to do my morning routine. Alyssa not far behind. As we make eye contact through the mirror I pull a funny face with my toothbrush hanging out of my mouth causing her to laugh. I smile at the sound as we both finish our routines before returning to our bedroom to get dressed.

"Remind me why I let you talk me into matching sweaters?" Alyssa sighs. I give her a smile before pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"Because you love me, and because you are stuck with me for the rest of your life and you know better than to argue." I give her a cheeky smile before pressing one last kiss to her cheek as she rolls her eyes. I stand in front of our closed bedroom door and take a deep breath as I reach for the door knob. Just before I can open the door though it flies open smacking me right in the nose.

"Shit!"

"Oh my god! Y/n! Are you okay?" Alyssa runs over to check my nose. I tilt my head back to help control the bleeding. I peak one eye open and see my mom standing there.

"Oh please, you are fine. Allyson there is no need to worry over her. She will live. Now what is for breakfast? I am starved. You'd think it's our first Christmas together in years and-"

"Mom! First off her name is Alyssa, second you invited yourself here. There is no reason for you to barge into our bedroom demanding food. It will be ready when it is ready. Go sit in the living room. We are doing gifts before food anyway." I say before taking another deep breath, moving to the bathroom to get a tissue to plug up the bleeding. I can feel Alyssa following behind me.

"Are you okay love?" I sigh and give her a nod before starting to clean up the blood from my face.

"I've had to experience her like this before. It's nothing new unfortunately. I'm just happy we were dressed. She once did that and acted that way to an me and an ex. Let's just say that ex and I were over by that night. I'm just happy you stuck around after your first go around with her." She gives me a soft smile and presses a kiss to my cheek. Taking the towel from my hands to help me clean up. She steps in front of me and leans her back on the bathroom counter. My hands move to rest on her waist.

"That's why I said 'I do' when you put this on my finger." She holds up her left hand showcasing her wedding ring. I look at her with what I know is a love filled look.

"And I would ask you all over again in every lifetime." She gives me a smile and continues to clean up my face. "Besides at least she didn't ruin my sweater," I give her a cheeky smile before she leans up pressing a kiss to my lips. "I love you,"

"I love you too, now lets go get this over with before she comes back in here and does worse than bruise your nose." I laugh and nod taking a step back from her so she can throw the towel in the laundry.

We walk out of our room and make our way to the steps, though I stop when I hear more than my moms voice in my living room. A voice that haunted every memory from my childhood since the day she could talk.

"She did not," I whisper. Alyssa looks at me confused. "Looks like you are about to meet the favorite child that you've been lucky enough to avoid. Her and mom together are never good." She widens her eyes in surprise.

"Don't tell me your sister is here," I sigh and give her a nod. "Why is she in our house? We did not invite her!" She whisper shouts.

"We may not have but mom certainly did. I didn't even think she lived near Chicago!" I whisper back. "Text your sister and parents to warn them. Nothing good ever comes from those two being in the same place." The day has barely started and I can already feel the headache and its not the one from a door being smashed into my face either.

"Okay, Amanda and my parents have been warned. Amanda is coming by earlier. So are my parents they said they'll be here around 4 instead of 5. They've heard the stories of your mom and sister and don't want anything bad to happen." Alyssa whispers pocketing her phone. I nod before taking a deep breath.

"Let's get this over with." She presses a kiss to my lips before giving me a nod. I give her a smile and make my way down the stairs.

"Finally, we are starving. What took you and Allyson so long? And why is your face so red?" My sister asks once Alyssa and I make it around the corner.

"I already told mom. Food is after gifts and it's Alyssa not Allyson. Her and I have been together for four years you both know this. Mom opened our bedroom door smacking me in the face. Thanks for the concern." I end sarcastically. I feel Alyssa's hand on my back. I relax at her touch before reluctantly stepping away to start making Alyssa's coffee. I move towards the hooks on the wall we keep our mugs on stopping when my mom speaks.

"There's no need to do gifts." My mom says. I slowly turn towards her a confused look on my face.

"And why is that? It is Christmas is it not?" I ask giving my mother a sarcastic look.

"Well yeah but your sister and I have already exchanged gifts. There isn't anything else to give out." I look at her dumbfounded.

"What about Alyssa and I? You didn't get us anything?" I'm honestly not surprised, mom and Heather have already exchanged gifts. They did this all the time growing up. Heather would throw a fit so mom would give her all my gifts to placate her. I enjoyed the Christmas' I've been able to spend with Alyssa and her family as I finally got to feel the love of a family.

"Uhh, nope." Mom says turning to look at what Heather was showing her on her phone. I make eye contact with Heather over mom's head to see her smirking at me. I roll my eyes and flip her off with my own sarcastic smile before quickly looking to Alyssa.

"If your sister doesn’t hurry up she will have to drive you to the jailhouse to bail me out for killing them." I whisper. She chuckles and nods before giving my shoulder a squeeze in reassurance.

When it's just Alyssa and I we are very touchy and loving to each other. We even show some PDA with her family as we are comfortable with them. My 'family' and anyone else, even her teammates, we are less touchy. Both our love languages include physical touch so we are more lowkey with them. Instead of hugs, kissing and handholding, we usually interlock our pinkies.

"I already texted her. She's on her way my love." She whispers back. I give her a nod before reaching for her hand and giving it a squeeze.

"I need a bit more than linking pinkies right now," I breath out. She nods leaning up to press a quick kiss to my temple. I release her hand and quickly move about the kitchen to finish up making her coffee while she works on my hot cocoa as I was never a coffee drinker.

As we work I can feel her hands brushing against me from time to time as she moves around the kitchen from the kettle on the stove for the hot water and the fridge for the whipped cream. I relax knowing she has no other motives than to keep me calm and from hurting my mother and sister.

~~~~~

"I'm here and I brought donuts." I let out a breath of relief before standing from my seat next to Alyssa at the kitchen island and turning in my spot to greet Amanda.

"I can't thank you enough for coming over sooner. It's been a nightmare already." Amanda waves me off moving to set the donuts on the counter in front of Alyssa who opens the box and grabs one, before Amanda is turning to give me a hug. I relax into it knowing Alyssa and I won't have to fend the demons off alone. She pulls back and cups my face in her hands slowly moving my head around as she looks at my red nose.

"Don't sweat it. Lyss explained it all. I had to get here before you killed them. Although they did a number on your nose. Have you iced it yet? You don't want it to swell." Just before I can respond my mom and sister walk in.

"Oh hello, who are you? You look like Allyson but she's sitting at the counter with - ooh donuts!" My mom is cut off by Heather pushing Alyssa to the side to grab the box from in front of her. I reach out and catch Alyssa before she can hit the floor.

"Hey! Watch it Heather! This is Amanda, Alyssa's twin sister. She's here to help cook dinner. Alyssa and Amanda's parents will be here at 4 for Christmas dinner. If you two aren't going to help please leave the kitchen." I let Alyssa sit in the seat I was previously in before moving towards the fridge to start grabbing ingredients for dinner.

"But-" My mom is cut off as Alyssa shoves the box of donuts, more so what's left that Heather hasn't eaten, into mom's hands. Mom and Heather share a look before leaving the kitchen.

"I'm sorry about the donuts but I will make you whatever you want for breakfast. I just needed to get them out of here before Y/n killed them. Her and her twin are nothing like us. They have competed all their lives, they will kill each other." Alyssa explains. Amanda nods in understanding.

"Don't worry about it Lys. I can tell from that interaction just how bad things can be for Y/n. I mean you two have been together for 4 years and they still don't even know your name." I roll my eyes setting the armful of veggies down before leaning on the counter.

"I still don't understand why they showed up here. I haven't spoken to mom or Heather for over a year. Hell they don't even know Alyssa and I got married!" I whisper to Alyssa and Amanda, knowing my mom and Heather are listening. They could never mind their own business growing up. "I know that day was ten times better because of them not being there. There is no way for Heather to ruin the day if she doesn’t know it even happened," Alyssa and Amanda laugh at my words.

"I know, and it was the best day of my life," Alyssa whispers moving over to me and pressing a kiss to my lips, her arms moving around my neck as my hands move to grip her waist. I smile into the kiss relaxing for the first time today since I woke up with my wife in my arms.

"Okay I get it you two are in love. Can we please start on dinner?" Amanda asks, the disgust clear in her voice. I reluctantly pull away from my wife leaving one hand on her hip, and turn to my sister-in-law.

"Fine," I fully pull away from Alyssa and move towards the knife block on the counter, grabbing a knife to cut the veggies.

Alyssa, Amanda and I work together in the kitchen to get dinner sorted and ready to be put in the oven for when their parents arrive. Thankfully mom and Heather seem to steer clear of the kitchen.

~~~

Just as I set the last tray in the oven for dinner the doorbell goes off. I turn to look at Amanda and Alyssa who are working together on cleaning up the dishes we used when cooking.

"I'll be back," I say before walking towards the front door, but Heather had beat me to it.

"Who are you?" She asks with a bitchy tone. I roll my eyes placing a hand on her shoulder pushing her to the side.

"These are Alyssa and Amanda's parents. They're here for dinner," I say looking at Heather, before turning to my in-laws with a smile. "Hi Donna and John. Merry Christmas!" I move toward Donna to give her a hug, as we pull back I press a kiss to her cheek and turn to John holding my hand out for him to shake. He shakes his head chuckling.

"Your family now Y/n come here," He reaches out pulling me into a hug. I laugh and return the hug, patting his back before pulling away.

"Oh honey what happened to your face? Your nose is all bruised." Donna says.

"Had a disagreement with a door this morning," I supply, "Mom barged into Alyssa and I's room this morning demanding food. She hit me in the face with the door when she came in,"

"Oh sweetheart! You need to ice that!" She exclaims.

"Your daughters have been helping me cook dinner all morning, they've been helping while I ice on and off for 20 minutes at a time. Is Abigail not coming?" I question noticing the absence of my wife's youngest sister. John shakes his head.

"Her and the kids are with Abby's husbands family this year they did send us with the gift for you and Alyssa though!" John says gesturing to the boxes he's holding in his hands. I chuckle and help him with the boxes before turning and leading them into the house.

"May I?" I ask gesturing to their coats once I had set the gifts by the tree next to the front windows. Donna nods and turns allowing me to help her remove her coat before hanging it on the coat rack by the door. I take John's from his hand and hang it next to his wife's.

"Thank you Y/n. I knew Alyssa did right by choosing you," Donna chuckles. Her husband nodding in agreement. I laugh along with them before leading them to the kitchen, but of course we're stopped before we make it there. This time by mom.

"Oh hello! And who might you be?" She asks. I can tell by her tone of voice she doesn't actually care who they are, she's just nosey.

"Mom, these are Alyssa's parents Donna and John. Donna, John this is my mom Y/m/n." I introduce them.

"Nice to meet you!" Donna says holding her hand out. My mom hums looking at Donna's hand in disgust before turning and walking towards the couch where Heather is sitting, some Christmas movie on the TV. I roll my eyes leading Donna and John to the kitchen where their daughters are.

"Remember at the wedding you had asked why my family wasn't there?" I whisper to the two. I glance back seeing them nod. "That's why. None of them care for me, they would have made the day hell. I'm glad they weren't there." I say once we were in the kitchen. Amanda and Alyssa look up from where they are drying dishes, eyes lighting up when they see their parents. They set down the dishes and rags before moving to greet their parents. I stand off to the side letting the family talk, getting lost in my thoughts. 

Why can't my family be like that?

"Babe?" I jump feeling Alyssa's hand on my arm.

"Sorry, what?" I ask, she gives me a soft smile bringing her hand from my arm to rest on my cheek. I sigh and lean into her hand relishing in the comfort she provides.

"You zoned out on us. Are you okay?" She asks brushing her thumb along my cheekbone. I bring my hand up resting it over hers, rubbing my thumb along the back of her hand.

"Yeah, just wish we didn't have the holiday crashers here. I was looking forward to a holiday with just us and your family." I press a kiss to her forehead pulling back to rest our foreheads together.

"Our family," She whispers into the air between us, "They became yours too the day we said 'I do'. Those crashers will not ruin our first Christmas married, Amanda and my parents won't let them," She says pressing a kiss to my lips, "I won't let them," I give her a smile and nod, pressing another kiss to her lips before turning to see her parents and Amanda talking but glancing at us every so often. I turn back to Alyssa looking into her eyes.

"I love you," I say. She smiles pressing another kiss to my lips sensing I need the comfort.

"I love you too. Now lets go enjoy our first Christmas as a married couple," I nod taking her hand from my cheek and intertwining our fingers, before letting her lead us to the island where her-our family is sitting.

"Oh Y/n! Alyssa was telling us that your getting ready to publish your new book. It's the next one in the Awaken series right?" John asks. I smile and nod.

"Yea, the detectives story isn't over yet. Alyssa has been a big help with the details and helping me work through the story line. I think I have at least two more books worth of ideas." I say happy to finally be able to talk about my writing with people other than Alyssa and her team. Those girls are obsessed with the series and keep asking for spoilers.

"Oh that's so exciting! What is the publish date? I want to be sure to get a copy before they sell out!" Donna asks. I move from my spot next to Alyssa to grab the 3 of bags from the counter.

"For you guys? Now," I say handing them each a bag before moving back to Alyssa, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Wait? Really?" Amanda asks in shock, pulling out her copy of the book. Donna and John doing the same giving me a questioning look.

"Yeah, I had asked the published for a few copies before they hit the shelves in the new year. I wanted my family to have the first copies." I shrug as if it were no big deal.

"Aww thank you! I look forward to reading it!" Donna says setting the book on the counter before moving around it to pull me into a hug. I remove my arm from Alyssa to be able to return the gesture. Donna pulls away and cups my face in her hands looking into my eyes. "I'm proud of you. You've accomplished so much since Alyssa first introduced you to us 4 years ago." I try and blink away the tears ultimately failing. "Oh honey," Donna whispers pulling me into another hug. I feel three more sets of arms around us, without having to look I can tell it's Alyssa, Amanda and John. We stand there for a few minutes before breaking apart at the sound of the doorbell. I turn to Alyssa confused.

"Did you invite anyone else?" I ask, she shakes her head in response.

"No, everyone we invited is here," she says returning the confused look. I excuse myself from them before making my way to the front door. But of course mom is already there. I look at her confused when she turns around with a pizza box in her hands, after shutting the door.

"What's with the pizza? Dinner is almost done," I question. She shrugs handing me something before moving towards the couch, setting the box on the coffee table and sitting next to Heather. I take a deep breath seeing my wallet. I open it and see the cash I had in there gone. "Why do you have my wallet? This was upstairs in my room." I continue to question.

"Your sister wanted pizza, and neither one of us had any cash. I know you always have cash on you so I didn't think you'd mind." She says as if that's enough of an explanation as to why she'd steal my wallet and why they'd order pizza on Christmas.

You've got to be kidding me.

"We've been cooking Christmas dinner all day! Why would you order pizza? Why did you go into my room and take my wallet and money?" I try and keep calm knowing I've been on the verge of lashing out all day.

"What's going on in here?" Alyssa asks walking out of the kitchen. The rest of her family following behind, all looking confused.

"Y/m/n and Heather ordered pizza for dinner meanwhile we've spent all day cooking Christmas dinner." I say, closer and closer to finally losing my cool. Alyssa, sensing this, moves quickly to stand by my side resting her hand on the small of my back rubbing small circles knowing that clams me down. I let out a sigh and slightly relax into her touch.

"It's okay baby, relax." Alyssa whispers into my ear. I relax further at her words but my eyes snap open at the comment from my sister.

"Gross, haven't you gotten over that gay thing yet? I thought that was just a phase in high school." she scoffs. I glare at my 'sister' looking to my mom who is standing by nodding in agreement with Heather. "You could do so much better than her any way. I mean look at her-" she gestures to Alyssa who's touch halts on my back.

At that point all I see is red.

"Seriously?!?" I exclaim cutting her off from continuing. I slowly push away from Alyssa finally at my breaking point. "You can say anything you want to about me. I'm used to your bullshit having been exposed to it all my life, but when you start talking bad about my wife. That! Is where I draw the line." I say moving towards the guest bedroom my mom was staying in.

"Wife?" I hear behind me but I ignore it continuing on my way. I stuff all of her belongings into her bag before moving to the front door. I open it and throw her bag onto the front porch. I turn to her and Heather who look at me like I'm crazy.

"I've had enough of you two ruining my life. You need to leave. Now. Or I will not hesitate to call the police and have you forcefully removed from the premises." I stand and point to the open door waiting for them to move.

"But sweetheart, it's Christmas you can't throw your family out onto the streets," Y/m/n says trying to guilt me like she used to. I walk towards her stopping behind the couch.

"No, you haven't been my family for a long time. My family is those people over there who actually care about me unlike you who has always put Heather over me. For once in my life, I will not back down. Now leave or I will call the cops." The two share a look before moving to the front door. I grab the pizza box off the coffee table before following behind them to the front door.

"Don't forget your Christmas dinner," I call as they get to the steps on the porch. They turn to me, Y/m/n reaching out to take it, I smile sweetly opening the box before throwing it at her causing her to scream and shock. "Oops…I tripped." I shrug before closing the door. I lean my back against it letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Baby, are you okay?" I feel Alyssa's hand on my cheek, muck like earlier, softly brushing her thumb over my cheekbone. I bring my arms up to wrap around her waist before taking a deep breath, opening my eyes looking into hers. I lean forward pressing a kiss to her lips letting it linger for a moment before pulling back resting my forehead on hers.

"I've never been better. Now I get to peacefully enjoy our first Christmas together as a married couple with your- sorry our family," I whisper, she smiles pressing another kiss to my lips. I pull her closer to me, resting my head on her shoulder as her arms move to wrap around my neck holding me in a hug. I glance up over her shoulder to see Amanda, Donna and John back in the kitchen sitting around the island laughing together.

"Yea, definitely our family," I sigh pressing a final kiss to her lips before moving so one arm is around her waist as I lead us into the kitchen to enjoy Christmas together.

~~~

I watch from my place on the bed as Alyssa gets ready to sleep, moving around the room doing her night routine. The others in the guest rooms having decided to head to bed after we all watched a Christmas movie with hot cocoa. The TV remote in my hand ready to press play on The Santa Clause, one of Alyssa and I's favorites.

"Are you sure you're okay? Today was a lot," Alyssa asks as she climbs under the covers, snuggling into my side. Her head resting on my shoulder but tilted up to be able to look me in the eyes looking for signs I'm lying. I wrap my arm around her shoulder, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Of course, I mean my nose will be bruised for a few days but other than that I am fine. This has been a long time coming. I'm sorry it happened on Christmas but I don't regret that it happened. I hope they take the hint and never contact me again." I explain, she smiles leaning up to press a soft kiss to my bruised nose. "I love you Alyssa," I whisper as she pulls back.

"I love you too Y/n, forever." I send her a smile before leaning back in bed pressing play on the remote before setting it down to wrap both arms around my wife.

Best Christmas Ever.

[singmyaubade]

My cat was just hit by a motorbike and heavily injured, I can't afford to take him to the vet, so for the past few days I've been taking care of him, I just need a little comfort, a fluff James Potter fanfic maybe?

that sounds awful, i’m so sorry you’re going through this. i really hope your sweet cat heals quickly, and i’ll be sending you all my prayers/thoughts to help you through this.

if there’s any way i can help, let me know, i’d love to help spread the word (venmo, cashapp, whatever works) if that could help. in the meantime, i’d be happy to write you that james potter fluff — you deserve some comfort right now. sending you so much love <3

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Santa Doesn't Know You Like I Do

bf!james potter x gf!emale!reader

summary: well, don't you wanna wrap me up and mistle touch under the tree?

warnings :p : pure fluff: kissing, cutesy stuff, just teasing tension

You and James had one of the weirdest problems when it came to your relationship.

You couldn’t keep your hands off each other.

Not always in a sexual way, but more of a nurturing one.

It was common in most couples, but you and James just couldn’t seem to separate, no matter how much your friends begged.

Whether it was sitting on his lap in the common room with the rest of your group, or wiping butterbeer off the corner of his mouth.

Or even rubbing lotion on him when he could’ve done it himself.

Truthfully, you and James would even cuddle on the hottest days if it meant touching each other.

It wasn’t intentional, and you hadn’t really noticed the habit until your friends pointed it out.

"You and James are bloody inseparable!" Marlene huffed, and Sirius agreed with a knowing smirk.

You scoffed, "That is so not true," You argued, shifting to sit on James’s lap right then and there on the couch in his parents’ lodge.

Remus snorted, which made you shoot him a glare as he nervously took a sip of his hot chocolate.

"It’s not that we totally hate it!" Lily tried to reason. "But it is constant," She added sheepishly.

Your mouth dropped open as you turned to Dorcas for help.

Dorcas shrugged, "I actually can’t argue with this one, Y/N, sorry," She pouted, crossing her arms as you leaned back into James’s chest.

"Yeah, I think you guys are just a bit jealous," James said, snuggling closer to your neck and wrapping his arms around your waist.

You giggled at the ticklish feeling as Marlene gave you an 'I told you so' look. You quickly stood up from James’s lap.

"Fine!" You huffed, "Me and James won’t touch each other for the rest of the day!" You stuck your tongue out playfully, and James immediately looked like a kicked puppy.

"Wait, baby!" He whined. "That’s not the solution to this."

Sirius was enjoying this little bet way too much. "What are you willing to put down, M’lady?" He asked with a grin.

"James will give you 10 Galleons," You said confidently, standing tall.

James groaned loudly, "First, you bet not to touch me, and now you’re betting my money?" He pouted, reaching for you, but you moved just out of his reach.

"Jamesie," You whispered, leaning into his ear in that sultry, sweet voice you knew he couldn’t resist, "Do this for me to prove a point, and you’ll win a prize."

James’s pout disappeared in an instant, replaced by a grin as he stood up with you. "You got a deal!" He said as he looked at Sirius, shaking his hand.

"They won’t make it to the next hour," Marlene snorted, and Mary giggled at the sight of James already reaching out for you again.

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Originally, you thought that you and James could get through this.

I mean, how hard could it be to not intentionally touch each other? It wasn’t like that was your only love language.

But every time James called you beautiful that afternoon, you just wanted to place kisses all over his face.

You had to do your best to resist, though.

So, when your friends decided to go on a snack run, you and James volunteered to bake snickerdoodle cookies together.

The group exchanged looks, clearly doubtful that you both could pull it off without touching each other.

"Yeah, no. You guys will definitely break the bet. We need eyes on you," Marlene snorted.

"Fine, leave Peter here. He’ll tell you if we do anything," You said with a matter-of-fact tone, while the rest of the group reluctantly agreed.

Peter shrugged, not exactly thrilled, but fine with the arrangement, as he settled onto the couch, giving him a clear view of you two in the kitchen.

And then, it had been an hour since the rest of the group left, and you and James weren’t doing that bad.

Other than a few accidental brushes, you both seemed pretty firm in sticking to the bet.

An hour in, and things were going surprisingly well. You and James were managing to bake the snickerdoodle cookies without breaking the bet—so far.

You carefully measured out the flour, while James cracked eggs with exaggerated precision, all the while glancing over at you.

“Y’know, I think I’m actually starting to like this challenge,” James said, his voice teasing but his eyes soft. “I get to look at you all day without touching you.. and it’s actually really hard.” He admitted at the end.

You smiled, biting your lip as you kept your hands busy stirring the dough. “I can see that,” You teased. “You’re practically eyeing me like I’m the last snickerdoodle on the planet.”

James grinned, but there was a hint of something more in his smile—something that made your chest feel a little too full. “Can’t help it, love. You look so beautiful when you bake. I just want to reach out and—” He cut himself off, faking a shiver. “It’s torture, I swear.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes at him as you took a quick glance at Peter. He was too engrossed in his show, completely oblivious to the playful tension between you and James.

"Too risky," You said with a teasing smile, glancing back at James. "But the reward can be the fabulous snickerdoodle cookies I bake for you."

James sighed dramatically, leaning back against the counter, his arms crossed as if he were fighting the urge to pull you into him. “Reward? I don’t need a reward, I just need you.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” You teased, giving him a pointed look, but your heart was racing.

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? No kisses, no hugs, no little cuddles? What’s a guy to do?”

You leaned in just a little, your face inches from his as you whispered, “You’ll just have to settle for this.” You gave him a cheeky smile, unable to resist the playful glint in your eyes.

James's eyes followed your every movement, the air between you thick with unspoken words. His hands were gripping the counter tightly now like he was trying to resist pulling you closer. “I hate this,” He said softly, a frustrated smile tugging at his lips. “I just want to kiss you. You don’t even know how badly I want to.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. You had to force yourself to look away and focus on the dough. “We agreed, no touching. We’re doing just fine.”

James let out a dramatic groan. “You’re not helping,” He muttered. “Every time you look at me like that... I swear, I’m about to break the bloody bet myself.”

You couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your lips. “I’m trying my best, James. It’s you who can’t seem to keep his hands to himself.”

“Well, if you’d stop looking at me like I’m the only person in the room, maybe I’d stand a chance.” His voice was teasing, but there was a sincerity behind it that made your chest tighten.

James was incredibly distracting in this position. It took almost everything in you not to close the distance between you two.

You sighed, moving back and trying to keep your distance as you added another spoonful of cinnamon to the dough. "You’re really making this difficult, aren’t you?"

"Absolutely," James said with a grin, leaning a little closer, though still careful not to cross that invisible line between you. "But I have a good reason. You’re ridiculously cute when you’re focused. And if I did touch you right now—"

You cut him off, putting your hand forward to create space, "Nope. Don’t even finish that sentence, Potter."

"Potter?" He pouted, using his puppy dog eyes, "You're wounding me baby."

You giggled at his playfulness, rolling your eyes. “One kiss,” You whispered, finally giving in to the tension between you two.

You quickly glanced over at Peter, relieved to find him completely engrossed in his cartoon show, blissfully unaware of rule-breaking a few feet away.

“Block me,” You said with a grin, giving James a slight push. He immediately moved closer, using his taller frame to shield you both from Peter's view.

James leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a quick, soft kiss. But before he could deepen it, you pressed a finger to his lips, stopping him.

“Not so fast,” You teased, a smile tugging at your lips.

James pouted, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re cruel.”

But you couldn’t help it—seeing him like this, wanting more, and knowing you couldn’t give it to him yet made you feel a little victorious.

Eventually, you forced James to continue baking, trying to keep both of you focused on the task at hand. Surprisingly, the cookies were actually making it to the oven despite the constant teasing and tension between the two of you.

James was working, but only half-heartedly—his eyes kept drifting to you, and you could feel the weight of his gaze, like a soft tug at your chest. Every time you caught him looking at you, it made your heart skip a beat, but you couldn’t give in. Not yet.

Finally, you placed the last tray of cookies in the oven, breathing a sigh of relief. “We did it,” You said, glancing over at James, but before you could even finish the sentence, you found yourself face-to-face with him, his hand lightly grazing yours as he reached for the counter.

You both froze and for a split second, the world seemed to stop. His eyes locked with yours, dark and full of mischief.

"Just one more.." He whispered, taking a step closer. "You’re making it so hard, you know that?"

You could feel your heart racing, your breath catching in your throat. It wasn’t just about breaking the rules anymore. It was about him, and the way you couldn’t help but want to be closer, to feel the warmth of his hands, the softness of his lips.

James leaned in, just a fraction of an inch, like he was waiting for you to stop him. And for a moment, you were ready to give in.

But then, you saw Peter's head turn just slightly from the corner of your eye. You both immediately snapped back, the distance between you instantly felt as painfully obvious as the rule you were both struggling to follow.

You sighed dramatically, stepping back, though your hand still hovered near his. "You really are impossible, James."

He chuckled softly, his breath warm against your ear. “I know. But I think you like it.”

With a playful roll of your eyes, you quickly turned to the oven, checking on the cookies just to distract yourself. "Alright, alright. We’re so close to winning this. No more distractions.”

James, however, wasn’t ready to give up. He stood behind you now, just close enough that you could feel the heat of his presence. "But we’re not breaking the rules yet, right?” He teased, his voice low and smooth.

You shot him a look over your shoulder, lips twitching into a smile despite yourself. “No touching, James. We agreed.”

He huffed in mock frustration but stayed right there, leaning just a little closer, so close you could almost feel his breath on your neck. "I swear you’re trying to make me lose my mind."

You giggled, the sound light and carefree, and despite the tension, you couldn’t help but feel completely at ease. "You're doing a pretty good job of it on your own."

James smiled, his lips curling in that irresistible way you could never resist. He didn’t make a move to touch you this time—though it seemed like he was about to. Instead, he simply stayed close, the quiet hum of the moment wrapping around you both.

You both stood there, just on the edge of breaking every rule, but for now, it was enough.

James’s voice broke the silence, softer now, just for you. “I’m going to win this, Y/N. And when I do, you’re going to make up for every second we’ve spent apart.”

You could feel your heart flutter in your chest at his words. “We’ll see about that, Potter.”

The cookies were almost done, and the rest of the group had finally returned to the kitchen, their voices carrying through the hallway.

"So, Peter, did you see any touching?" Lily teased, eyes gleaming with mischief as she looked at you both.

You and James exchanged a quick, guilty glance before Peter shrugged, still glued to his show. "Nope, they just baked," He said, completely oblivious.

You and James both let out a sigh of relief at the same time, eyes meeting in a shared, victorious moment. The bet was almost over, and you had not touched each other—well, mostly not touched.

And then, just as you both took a step toward each other, eager to celebrate your (mostly) successful bet, Sirius spoke up with a dramatic, teasing voice.

"Nuh-uh," He said, wagging a finger like a parent scolding children. "Not yet. Not till the rest of the day!"

You groaned playfully. "Sirius, come on!" You whined, but even the complaint didn’t sound all that serious. "You’re the worst."

James crossed his arms in mock indignation, his lips puffing out in a little pout. “We’ve been good,” He said, giving you a pleading look. “We didn’t touch! This should be a reward!”

Sirius glanced at his watch, a grin tugging at his lips. "You both still have two hours before the bet is completely over," he teased. You and James pouted, both of you groaning in exaggerated frustration.

"Two hours?" you whined. "That's forever!"

James crossed his arms dramatically, leaning against the counter. "I’m starting to think you made this bet just to torture me, Y/N."

You laughed, nudging him playfully. "Oh please, Potter. You’re the one who wanted to prove you could win."

"Okay, how about we play a board game?" Marlene interrupted, clearly trying to put a stop to the obvious flirting between you and James.

The rest of the group immediately agreed, and you all settled in to play Monopoly. You shot James a playful look as you sat down next to him, knowing full well that this would probably be just as ridiculous as the bet you were trying to hold out on.

Marlene raised an eyebrow at the two of you, clearly sensing something was up but not saying anything. "Alright, let's see if you two can manage to keep your hands to yourselves during this one."

You grinned and nudged James with your elbow. "Oh, I think we can handle it. Right, Potter?"

James shot you a dramatic wink. "Oh, I’m definitely focused. No distractions here."

But that did not continue to be truthful because every time you reached for a piece, you’d accidentally brush his hand or your elbows would bump.

Each time, you both giggled and pulled back, pretending to be serious about the bet, but the playful look you exchanged made it clear you weren’t fooling anyone.

The game went on, and with every turn, the distance between you both seemed to shrink.

At one point, you both reached for the same piece at the exact same time. Your fingers brushed, and you both froze for a moment before bursting into giggles.

“Oops,” James said with a grin, pulling his hand back dramatically. “Guess we’re terrible at this.”

You rolled your eyes, though you were grinning just as much. “You’re the one who’s distracting me, Potter.”

“I’m distracting?” He laughed, pretending to be offended. “I think you’re the one who’s making it impossible to focus!”

You stuck your tongue out at him, trying to stifle your laugh. “You’re lucky you’re cute, or I’d be so mad right now.”

“I know,” He winked. “It’s my best quality.”

Sirius playfully rolled his eyes at the both of you but that still didn't stop the moment.

The game continued with more silly moments—James trying to accidentally brush your arm while reaching for a piece, you pretending not to notice when his leg bumped yours under the table. You both tried to act like the bet mattered, but every little touch and teasing glance only made it more ridiculous.

At one point, you stood up to grab a piece from across the table, and of course, James stood up at the exact same time. You both awkwardly bumped into each other as he tried to scoot past, and you couldn’t stop laughing at how ridiculous the whole thing was.

“You’re making this harder,” You said between giggles, trying to regain your composure but not moving away from him.

James just grinned, looking completely unbothered. “I’m doing nothing. It’s you who’s making it hard.”

You laughed even harder, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

Finally, after what felt like forever, the game ended and your friends started to clean up. You and James were sitting side by side, still grinning at each other like two kids who just got caught doing something silly.

You exchanged a glance, and before either of you could say anything, your hand instinctively reached out for his. His fingers immediately curled around yours, and the room seemed to fade into the background for a second.

Sirius, noticing from across the room, grinned and said, “Well, well, look who finally broke the bet.”

You and James just laughed, completely ignoring the teasing. You were both just too happy to be together.

James reached into his wallet, handing Sirius the ten galleons, immediately looking at you.

“Worth it,” James said with a goofy smile, giving your hand a little squeeze as he picked you up from your waist and spun you around.

You nodded, your smile matching his. “Definitely.” You said, kissing him sweetly.

Sirius shook his head with a chuckle. “You two are impossible.”

You were.

But honestly? You didn’t care. Because at that moment, you were touching James, and it was the most perfect, thing in the world.

[balrogballs]

Notes on Elrond, Gilraen and the Co-Parenting of Kings

Gilraen spends all of Estel’s Terrible Twos and Threes being completely and rightfully done with Elrond because the latter would accidentally undo any disciplinary decision the two of them make. Elrond and Gilraen would say, for instance, no sweets until dinner. Gilraen would stick to this but toddler Estel soon learns that it takes only 5-7 minutes of crying until Elrond both gives in and apologises to him for the delay. Gilraen is firmly convinced that the child’s toddler phase lasting twice as long as normal is entirely Elrond’s fault.

Gilraen has to deal with Elrond’s habit of saying completely unhinged stuff in plain view of Valar and Eldar. Once, baby Estel was wailing in his arms and had to be passed over to Gilraen because he was hungry, so she pulls on a scarf and starts breastfeeding the child. Elrond stands around looking morose and she feels sorry for him, assuming he was sad about his wife or something normal. That is, until he pipes up with “I wish I could do that” and “it hurts my feelings to know I cannot meet all his needs”. He is taken aback when Gilraen asks him what the fuck is wrong with him.

She’s the first person outside his close circle that he talks to about Celebrían, and oh boy does he TALK. Gilraen has never met the woman, but often feels like Cel is her very best friend, due to how much she knows about her.

Though there is absolutely zero romantic feeling between the two, Gilraen and Elrond spend the 20 years of Estel’s youth bickering like an old married couple. It gives them both an odd sense of normalcy and, in a way, relief from grief over their respective spouses. Would Gilraen and Elrond ever admit that the 20 hours they spent arguing over how often Estel needed haircuts and what style said cuts should be were some of the most fun they’ve had since their bereavements? No, but that doesn’t make it any less true.

When Estel was young enough for bedtime stories, they would alternate nights between them, with Elrond telling him stories of the First Age, and Gilraen telling him adventure stories of men and rangers. Estel’s favourite nights though, are the ones in which they collaborate and tell long, convoluted, nonsensical stories and argue over the existence of morals, teaming up to force the El-twins and Glorfindel to act as glorified puppets.

Elrond, who cannot exactly gossip with other elves due to his status, discovers his inner mean girl only in his friendship with Gilraen. The two of them are massive bitches, no two ways about it, to the point they even lock eyes at public dinners when someone is wearing something particularly gaudy or ostentatious (usually Glorfindel) and giggle away about it later. Straight up preteen girl shit, unashamed and unapologetic, to the point they have a set of inside jokes about most people in Imladris, including their children. If you think they sound like wine mums, that’s because they do. Cont’d under cut.

When Estel is thirteen, he faces his first heartbreak and goes to his mother, who quizzes the tearful boy about what happened. Estel explains that he had a crush on some girl from a village outside the valley and, on advice from an unnamed source, spent the past year not saying a word about it until the girl went and got herself an actual boyfriend. Estel doesn’t share the source of said advice, but that does not stop Gilraen marching into Elrond’s study with “when I said you should instruct my son to be like you, I meant in war and lore, not the art of being a tongue-tied twit!”

When Aragorn told his mother of his betrothal to Arwen, she congratulated him and told him she was happy for him. She also forced him to go to Elrond and confess properly, though he knew, and refused to intervene on her son’s behalf or ask his foster father to temper his anger. And after Aragorn went back out as a ranger and Arwen went to Lothlorien, it was Gilraen who went to Elrond’s study and sat with him for hours.

When she leaves to return to her people, he understands and obviously allows it. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t stop being a pain in her ass, mind you. At least once or twice a year, he would travel up to stay at her house and they would drink and chat and argue for hours, to the point that their neighbours simply refuse to believe that the weirdo in the garden trying to mansplain seed transplanting to Gilraen was, in fact, the ancient and esteemed Lord of Imladris. Imagine Gandalf but insufferable, and that’s what Elrond is for this specific Dunedain neighbourhood.

He does, of course, note as she ages and it begins to visibly grieve him. She notices this and on one visit, catching him look at her like he cannot bear to do this any longer, takes him aside and tells him not to come again, “because I will only grow older. Because my hair will turn whiter and my face more wrinkled and perhaps my teeth will fall out, my skin will sag, and I will forget who you are. And then one day I will stop growing old and I think watching a thing like this twice over will be the end of you”. He understands mercy disguised as cruelty more than most, and though there are many tears on both sides, he respects her decision.

Elrond understandably feels out of place and too small for his own skin in the immediate aftermath of Arwen and Aragorn’s wedding and takes to wandering aimlessly in his own gardens until he comes across the old memorial sculpture he had commissioned of Gilraen, and in a characteristic burst of eccentricity, starts chatting with it about the wedding. Tells her how ridiculous Glorfindel looked, how Aragorn fumbled the necklace (“butterfingers, Gilly, just like his mother!”), how he had to make Arwen take off the godawful tiara Celeborn got her and wear something normal, and how she would have “loved Bilbo Baggins, he’d have fit right in at our brunches”. It was absolutely batshit, him sitting there talking at a marble statue, but it was, in its strange way, incredibly comforting.

[aemondapologistfrfr]

Your Favorite Flavor - Pt5 Final

modern!aemond x fem!dealer!reader 

Previous Parts

Summary: Super sweet and smutty holiday special to wrap up this mini series.

Warnings: 18+ swearing, smoking, sibling smoke sesh 😶‍🌫️, drugs(weed), bondage, vibrator, spanking, fingering, p in v, unprotected

Authors Note: sorry this took me so long but here’s the last part!!! literally finished this up today sooo happy holidays 💞🫶🏻

Word Count: 4.5k

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You have the perfect idea to welcome Aemond home but a lot of it plans on getting his parents house empty. It’s the holiday season so you’re hoping they’re going to one of their vacation homes to escape the cold. You didn’t necessarily want to text Helaena about your plans but you needed her. 

you: pls tell me you guys aren’t going to be home when Aemond gets done w school 

hel: do i even wanna know? but luckily for you both 🤢 we’ll be out of town 

you: and you’ll leave me a key in exchange for some gifts 😋 

hel: pls just don’t go in my room 🧎🏼‍♀️

you: anything else off limits 

hel: no i just don’t tell me where 🫠 

You drive over to Helaena and smoke with her before handing her a bag of different gifts. She hands you the key and giggles asking what you have planned. By the end of your ideas both of your faces are red as you giggle. You hug her and then make your way back home to finish getting the final touches. 

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Aemonds family left an hour ago and you showed up ten minutes ago ready to clean his room and get it ready. You thank the Gods his mother still upkeeps his room so you don’t have much to clean up. You yank off his sheets and replace them with the red silk ones you ordered. After getting the bed situated you grab the plastic bag with the rest of your things and finish setting up. 

aemond: omw home 

you: helaena left me her key yesterday i’m in bed waiting for you 🤭 

Aemond groans, putting his phone in the passenger seat and giving his car a little more gas. For the next couple of weeks he gets to spend everyday with you. Besides the couple days starting tomorrow when he has to go to his parents. The ride home flies by and he smiles when he pulls into the drive and sees your car. He scrunches his brows when you don’t meet him outside or even at the bottom of the stairs. 

He expected you to be napping or anything but this. His headboard has black silk tied through the slats that wraps around both of your wrists. You have silk tied around your chest in a bow with a matching bow tied over your hips hiding your core. He walks closer to you slowly trailing his fingers up your leg.

“You have to tighten this one. I couldn’t on my own.” you whisper, wiggling your fingers and his hands are at the wrist you mentioned tightening it. 

“Mm I quite like this.” his fingers dance along your skin teasing you with his touch. His fingers grab onto one of the ribbon ends on your chest and he looks at you with a raised brow. You nod at him and he pulls slowly at the silk, groaning as your chest is bared to him. “My very own present.” he hums, kneeling on the bed next to you. He dips down and flicks his tongue against your nipple. 

“Aemond.” you squeak as he takes the peak between his teeth. He continues to suck and nibble as you squeeze your thighs together.

“I can’t believe you did this for me.” he kisses across your chest to your other nipple. “So very sweet to me.” you squirm as his fingers trace down your side. He grabs the edge of the ribbon over your hips and it slips off and falls to the bed. He sits up on his bed and looks down at you. “Fuck you’re so perfect.” he stands up and lets his eyes travel over your body. 

“I got some more stuff for you in that bag.” Aemond turns and sees the black plastic bag waiting for him on his desk. He gets up and smiles watching you squirm in his bed. When he grabs the bag he groans finding more silk restraints, a ridiculous amount of oil, and Gods he’s going to have too much fun with this. 

“You won’t be leaving this bed for hours.” he turns to you with dark eyes. Your eyes look at the vibrator in his hand and you nibble your lip squeezing your thighs shut. 

“Open your legs. I won’t hesitate to tie them open.” your breath catches as you slowly open your thighs. He turns the vibrator on and watches your cheeks flush. He presses it to your bud and smiles when you pull on the silk. 

“Aemond,” you moan loudly. He chuckles as you roll your hips while soft gasps greet his ears. He settles between your thighs keeping them open and pressing his lips to yours. A cry comes from you as he turns up the setting. “Aem, yes, I’m gunna,” he watches you with an amused smile as you buck against him and pull against the headboard. 

“Fucking look at you,” he watches you go taut as your pleasure washes through you. He starts to swirl the head against you as you tremble beneath him. “How’s that feel?” he hums watching your chest heave. 

“Good, so good,” your words slurred from pleasure as he starts to kiss down your neck. “Yes, yes please,” your legs wrap around his waist and he grunts as the vibrator presses against his pants. You chuckle hearing his breathing deepen. “You gonna come in your pants again?” you gasp as he pulls back and turns up the speed. “Aem, I-“ you gasp as he chuckles. 

The broken whimpers leaving your mouth are going straight to his cock and he wants to hear more. He starts to circle the head and his name is torn from your throat. The silk tied to his headboard is taut as you arch off his bed. He pushes your legs open more as he slides down to lay between them. He doesn’t pay attention to your babbling as he shoves two fingers into you. He groans when he feels you pulsing around his fingers and with a couple more pumps of his fingers your pleasure is seeping out of you. 

“Please fuck me, please,” you cry and he chuckles turning off the vibrator and tossing it to the side. “Gods Aemond please.” you pull on the silk groaning that you can’t touch him. 

“I was going to until you made that pants comment.” you scrunch your eyebrows and whine at him. 

“I take it back. I’m sorry. Please.” he watches your body shake as pleasure still courses through you. “Aemond please, please,” he smirks watching you try to wrap your legs around him again pulling him towards you. “Aemond please, I’ll do anything.” you whine watching him get off the bed and start tugging his clothes off. 

“I’m sure you will but I don’t think I can be convinced right now.” he hums getting back into bed. You turn your body towards his and he silently chuckles as you pout. “Gods you’re so fucking perfect.” he runs his hand up your side. “But when you open your mouth.” he shakes his head. His eyes widen and he sits up and smiles with an idea.

You watch as he leans over you and grabs the ribbon and hovers over you. He lowers the ribbon to your mouth and tilts his head slightly in question. You lift your head up and he smiles, wrapping it around and tying it into a bow. He leans back and kneels between your legs looking over every inch of you. You squirm when he wraps his fingers around his length and starts to slowly stroke himself. 

“This is what I’m going to think about every night you’re away from me.” you squirm watching him tighten his grip. “Tied to my bed with your mouth shut,” he softly groans as he swipes against his tip. “Pussy crying for me just to reach out and,” he chuckles as your body jolts when his other hand trails up your thighs. “Tell me what you want.” he smirks as your words get lost. 

You look up at Aemond with pleading eyes spreading your legs wider. He watches as you bite the ribbon in your mouth with frustration as he ghosts his thumb up your slit. Whimpers make it past the ribbon as his thumb dips into your wetness just to glide up to your hip. You watch his grip tighten around his length as he watches your writhe on his bed. He groans, unable to take it anymore and leans over to slide into you. He pulls the ribbon from your mouth and smashes his lips to yours. Your wrists tug against the ribbon holding them up and you whine. 

“What is it now?” he pumps into you slowly. 

“I want to touch you.” you whimper as he rolls his hips. 

“Mm, but I just want to sit here and enjoy my present.” he chuckles, snapping his hips into you. “Maybe I’ll try both of my presents at once.” he reaches around the bed searching for the vibrator. 

“Yes,” you nod your head quickly. “Please,” you roll your hips into his. He smiles when his fingers wrap around vibrator and he flicks it on. He hovers it above your bud and watches you buck against him and pull on the ribbon. “Oh Gods Aem, please, please yes,” you whine and he presses the head to your bud. 

“Fuck,” he groans as you pulse around him. Your eyes roll back as you shake beneath him as he continues to push into you. The vibrations push his pleasure over the edge and he spills inside of you. He turns off the vibrator and tosses it once more before collapsing on your chest. “You give the best gifts.” he presses his lips to your skin. 

“Please untie me.” you push your chest into his face. He chuckles and reaches up to pull open the silk. “Thank you, baby almond.” you wrap your arms around him and run your fingers up his back. 

“No, thank you for the perfect present.” he lifts up and presses his lips to yours. 

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When Aemond wakes up he panics that you’re not still in his bed. He pulls his sweats on and a smile spreads across his face as he’s halfway down the stairs. Music is coming from the kitchen along with your voice and the sounds of you cooking. The sight of you in one of his shirts could send him to his knees every time. He leans against the doorway watching your relaxed state and begins to make his way over to you. 

“I was wondering how long you would continue to watch me.” you hum as his arms wrap around your waist. 

“I could watch you forever and it wouldn’t be enough.” he mumbles, pressing his lips to the back of your head. 

“Shut up.” you chuckle at his dramatics. 

“I’m serious.” he holds you tighter. 

“Well go sit down and keep watching so I can finish breakfast.” you wave him off with a smile. He presses his lips to yours quickly before walking around and sitting at the counter. 

“I don’t want to go visit my family later.” he sighs, resting his head in his hands. “I want to spend my time with you.” you turn to look at the pout you know is placed on his face. 

“It’s just a couple of days, baby almond.” you hum. “We can Facetime like we normally do.” you begin to plate the food. 

“I don’t want that. Can’t you just come with me?” he doesn’t care about the slight whine in his voice. 

“Mm baby almond,” you coo, setting his food down in front of him. “Why are you so whiny this morning?” you brush your fingers through his hair and he buries his head in your neck. 

“I’m not, I just want to be with you.” he pulls you into his lap and you chuckle. “Please.” his lips press against your neck and your fingers pull his hair. 

“Is this my present?” you smile. “My sweet baby almond.” you hum holding him closer. “Let’s eat breakfast first and we’ll figure it out from there.” you pull back cupping his face. 

“Okay.” he nods, finally letting you go. You both start to eat and he turns to you with a smile. “So we’ll spend the next two nights with my family and then we’ll come home and be with your family?” he says in between bites. 

“Aemond,” you chuckle. 

“I’ll pack for you and drive you. I’ll roll for us every time. You won’t have to do anything.” he nods. “You’ll get to see Hel, you love her. You can smoke with her.” your smile widens at his coaxing. 

“How could I say no to any of that?” you look at him. 

“You’re supposed to say ‘Yes Aemond I’ll come with you because I love you so much.’ and then give me a kiss.” he purses his lips and you study his face wondering if he realizes his words. “Wait fuck, I’m- 

“Yes Aemond I’ll come with you because I love you so much.” you chew on your lip watching his cheeks flush. “This is when you say ‘I love you so much more.’ and not make this awkward.” his eyes snap to yours searching to see if you’re making fun of him. 

“But do you really?” he whispers with a raised brow. 

“I do.” you whisper back. “Do you?” your heart starts to beat faster. 

“I do.” he nods. 

“Then say it.” you feel your face heat. 

“I love you so much more.” he grins and you know your face matches his. 

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When you pull into the driveway Helaena opens the front door and waits with a smile plastered on her face. You give Aemond a quick kiss before getting out and leaving him to unpack the car. He smiles watching you run up to Helaena and she tugs you inside. She hauls you upstairs to her room and you chuckle when she slams the door shut behind you both. 

“Gods I was so happy when I found out Aemond was bringing you. I didn’t want to have to hear him whine about you.” you chuckle kicking off your shoes to sprawl across her bed. 

“I want to meet Aemond’s girlfriend.” his brother walks into the room. “Our baby brother got lucky.” he smirks at you. 

“Aegon, get out.” Helaena throws a pillow at him. “And knock next time freak.” he chuckles before leaving the room. 

“I need to like gossip real quick.” you turn to her with a hushed voice. 

“Tell me now.” she scoots in close. 

“He told me he loved me today.” you still can’t believe it. 

“Well of course he does.” she chuckles. “But do you love him?” she raises her eyebrow. 

“I do.” you nod your head and she squeals. “Shh,” you cover her mouth and you both turn when her door is opened once more. 

“For fucks sake can none of you knock?” Helaena sits up and looks at Aemond. 

“You stole my girlfriend.” he walks over to the bed and scoops you up. 

“I’ll sneak you away from him later.” Helaena calls after you with a smirk. He starts carrying you down the hall and you chuckle at his small pout. 

“Aemond,” a woman’s voice calls from downstairs. 

“Gods,” Aemond groans and changes his course. When you both get to the first floor once more he sets you down. “Yes mother?” he grabs your hand and leads you to the living room. 

“Oh my Gods she’s so much cuter than Helaena described.” his mother stands from the couch and pulls you into a hug. “Look at the two of you.” she stands back and coos. “Go stand by the tree right now.” she waves the both of you over and Aemond chuckles, grabbing your hand. 

“Mother-

“Enough,” she smiles, grabbing out her phone and immediately starts snapping pictures. “Smile.” you chuckle looking up at Aemond and he presses his lips to your quickly before turning back to his mother. “Gods you’re both so adorable. Oh Aemond, look at your little blush.” she coos and you bite your lip to hide your laughter.

“Mother please,” he says exasperated. 

“Fine.” she sighs. “Go relax you two and I’ll see you for dinner.” she smiles at her phone flicking through the pictures. 

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Dinner went well and his entire family loved you. You’ve never seen Aemond blush so profusely and make a note to come to more family dinners. His hand has been squeezing yours for the past ten minutes and once the table is cleared he’s helping you up and tugging you to his room. 

“I can roll, Aemond.” you go to grab the tray out of his hand and he holds it above your head. 

“I said I was rolling for you.” he smirks as you glare up at him. 

“I just thought I’d offer.” you roll your eyes before going to lay on his bed. There’s a quick knock on his door and he groans walking over to it and opening it. 

“Thank the Gods you’re not fucking yet.” Helaena smiles pushing past him and joining you on the bed. “I brought a joint for us.” Aemond watches the both of you giggle and curl up on his bed. He flares his nostrils and goes to shut the door when Aegon's hand stops him. 

“I also come with gifts.” he walks in with a small package of gummies. 

“You two could smoke together and leave us alone.” Aemond looks at his siblings. 

“It’s the holidays, baby brother. Don’t be so grumpy.” Aegon giggles sitting at the desk. 

“She was my friend first. If anyone is smoking alone with her tonight it’s me.” Helaena says from next to you. 

“And where did you two meet?” Aegon waves off Aemond’s sigh. Aemond begins to roll knowing there’s no way he’ll get them out of here. 

“School then she became my dealer.” Helaena hums before lighting the joint. 

“So that’s why you stopped buying from me.” Aegon chuckles before popping a gummy into his mouth and tossing the bag to the both of you. 

“Aemond too. She’s much better than you.” she smiles and passes you the joint. 

“Ouch,” Aegon grabs at his chest playfully. 

“You literally stole back the weed I paid for.” Aemond looks at him with a raised brow. 

“Well you left it at home when you went back to school.” Aegon lulls his head to the side to smile at Aemond. 

“You’re impossible.” Aemond sighs and walks over to you, handing you the blunt. 

“Thank you, baby almond.” you smile up at him before handing him the joint and gummy. His eyes go wide hearing your nickname and Aegon's accompanying snort.

“Baby almond?” Aegon giggles and you watch Aemond clench his jaw. 

“Aegon enough,” Helaena chides with a hint of a smile. 

“I’m sorry.” you whisper up at Aemond. He looks down at you with dark eyes as he continues to hear Aegon chuckle and Helaena attempt and fail at hiding her joining laughter with him. 

“Here.” Aemond reaches his hand out and passes the joint to Aegon. He tosses the gummy into his mouth and joins you on the bed choosing to ignore his siblings. 

“Can you pass this to Helaena, baby almond?” Aegon giggles. 

“At least I have a girlfriend.” Aemond seethes, taking the joint from Aegon. 

“Fair enough.” Aegon shrugs still smirking. “Baby almond.” he bursts into giggles along with Helaena. 

“Aem,” you look up at him and see him looking up at the ceiling. “Aem,” you grab his hand and he looks down at you. You lean into his side hoping he’ll start to relax. You light the blunt and pass it to him and hope the nickname will be forgotten by everyone within a couple minutes. 

“Well if Aemond is going to pout I’m going to put music on.” Helaena sighs and gets up to turn on his speaker. 

“Of course I’m going to pout if you’re going to make fun of me.” Aemond sighs, passing the blunt to Aegon. 

“Gods Aemond, you’re so dramatic.” Helaena comes back to the bed with the joint once the music is on. “I figured her present for you would help you relax.” he looks at you with wide eyes and you fall back onto the bed covering your face. 

“And your girlfriend is equally as dramatic and has good weed. Be happy. Things could be worse.” Aegon chuckles, handing him the blunt back. “Just hold onto that until you chill out.” Aegon reclines back into the chair. 

“Since when do you guys tag team me?” Aemond groans looking between both of them. “And you? Hiding when you started this.” he turns and looks down at you. 

“Me?” you move your hands and look up at him with an open mouth. 

“Don’t give me that look.” he points the blunt at you. 

“So now I have, pouting almond?” you blink up at him and Helaena claps her hand over her mouth to hide her laughter while Aegon lets his sound loudly. 

“Both of you out of the room.” Aemond stands. “Take the joint and blunt with you. I don’t care. Out.” he walks to the door and his siblings stand trying to rein in their laughter. As Aegon walks past he plucks the blunt out of Aemond’s fingers before he snaps the door shut. 

“Aemond I’m-

“Now you can call me Aemond.” he shakes his head, chuckling. “Because you know you’re in trouble.” he grabs your ankle and drags you to the end of the bed. He lifts you up and takes a seat on the edge of the bed. “Come here.” you walk until you’re standing between his legs. 

“I didn’t mean to.” you push your bottom lip.

“Mm.” he starts to take off your shirt and pants leaving you in your panties before looking up at you. “Over my knees.” you nibble your lip as he helps you bend down. 

“Aem,” you look back at him and his hand lands on your ass. 

“I don’t want to hear it.” he lands his palm on your other cheek. He pulls your panties and you squirm as they press into your center as his hand lands upon your cheek again. He watches your panties become more wet as his hands land on your cheeks. He starts to softly rub at the heated flesh and you turn and look up at him with pleading eyes. “Stand up for me again.” he spanks you one more time pulling a whimper from you. 

“Aemond I’m sorry,” you watch him smirk up at you. “Aem,” he stands and towers above you as he starts to pull off his clothes. 

“Then be a good girl and get on the bed.” you nod quickly. “Face down.” he turns, watching you raise your ass into the air. You hear him discarding his clothes and bite your lip when his fingers ghost across your ass on the sensitive skin. “Bring a pillow to your mouth or my whole family will hear you.” you reach up and bring one down to you. 

Aemond grips your hips, lifting them higher before he begins to spank you again, watching your pleasure leak out of you slowly. He swipes at your wetness and coats its length watching you squirm on his bed. He slowly starts to push into you listening to your muffled noises. He starts to pump into you quickly, watching you scoot against his bed and fist his pillow. His hand lands on your ass again and groans when you flutter around him. 

He leans down over you slowing his movements so he can whisper in your ear. “Next time you call me baby almond in front of someone I’m putting you over my knees on the spot.” he groans as you squeeze around him. “Mm but you might like that. Hm?” he chuckles, snapping his hips into yours as you nod your head into the pillow. “Of course you would.” he lifts back up and spanks you again. “Because you’re so fucking naughty.” his hand lands on your cheek and your pleasure bursts through you. “Fuck,” he groans spilling his pleasure in you. He slowly pulls out and flips you over to look at your heaving chest. 

“Do you still love me?” you nibble your lip. 

“Of course I still love you.” he curls up next to you in bed and holds you closely. 

“And you’ll still love me if I call you baby almond?” you turn your head and look at his smile. 

“I love when you call me baby almond. Just not in front of others.” he presses his lips to your brow. “Though I’m sure now my siblings will call me that exclusively.” he sighs, pulling you closer. 

“So I can call you baby almond in front of them?” you try to hide your smile. 

“Gods I’d let you call me anything you want.” he shakes his head. 

“I love you, baby almond.” you hum letting your eyes shut. 

“I love you too.” his head rests against yours as he starts to drift off. 

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The rest of the weekend with his family went smoothly and by the time you got back into town to spend the next couple of days with your family you were both relaxed and prepared. Your parents and siblings adored him and invited him back anytime he wanted. You were nervous about this weekend but everything has gone so perfectly you couldn’t have asked for anything better. 

“So this is what holidays will be like for the rest of our lives?” Aemond turns to you on your bed. 

“The rest of our lives?” you smirk. “Someone is thinking far into the future.” you cup his cheek. 

“We’ll graduate soon. Get nice jobs or if you’ll allow me to, I'll just have a nice job and you can stay at home. We'll have our own house. Maybe have a kid or two. Get a dog or a cat.” he looks down at you and takes in your flushed cheeks. 

“I want to get a big fish tank.” he chuckles, holding you closer. 

“That’s the only complaint?” he raises his eyebrows. 

“Not a complaint, just an addition to everything else.” you reach up and kiss him. 

“I can do that for you.” he mumbles against your lips. 

“Thank you, baby almond.” you wrap your arms around him tightly.

“It’s only because I love you so much.” he wraps his arms around you and pulls you on top of him. 

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Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Steve Harrington

A/N: aaaahh xD here it is! I honestly had this story for SO LONG! I turned it a dialogue, a prompt, a drabble and ended up here so I hope you like it xD   

Request - Anonymous asked: Well hiii This is so odd. It's the first time I do a request, I actually don't speak english that well soo... but I really like your writing and I love stranger things and I really hope you write about it, I would love something with clingy Steve, he gives me that vibes super fluffy 😍 You are incredible by the way 🙋🏻‍♀️

Warnings: jealous!clingy!Steve :D also, Eddie being a little shit (not in a bad way though xD just messing with Steve) I think that’s it but let me know if I missed anything

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger things :D gif isn’t mine :) 

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Crazy Little Thing Called Love

I gotta be cool, relax Get hip and get on my tracks Take a back seat, hitchhike And take a long ride on my motorbike Until I'm ready... crazy little thing called love

"Steve?" you smiled, feeling his lips on your neck.

"Hmm?" you heard him as you leaned back, trying to stay focused on what you needed to say.

"Love, I have to go" you chuckled as he gave you another kiss.

"No" he said, as he continued his trail of kisses, making you laugh a little.

"Steve, I'm gonna be really late" you said, trying to pull away, even though you didn't want to.

"But I don't want you to go" he pouted, looking at you with his big puppy, beautiful brown eyes. You smiled sweetly at him and kissed him on the lips.

"I know, love but we have to work on this project and I promised Eddie and Jonathan I'd meet them like ten minutes ago" you said, looking at your watch as you finally unglued yourself from your boyfriend.

"Uh... Jonathan... Byers?" he asked, as you started getting your stuff.

"Yeah" you shrugged, fixing yourself up and grabbing your bag.

"And... Eddie Munson?"

"Uh-huh" you said, looking at yourself in the mirror, and then you turned to him again, giving him a peck on the lips. "It's just for a couple of hours, okay?" you smiled. "I'll be back before you know it" you smiled.

"At least let me drive you-" he said, getting up.

"I don't want you to be late, love. You promised Dustin that-"

"Henderson can wait" he complained.

"Steve" you smiled, stopping him when you saw the upset expression on his face. "Are you okay?"

"Mhm" he said, nodding quickly.

"Look at me" you said, cupping his cheek with your hand. You knew he wasn't. He was upset. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just... wanted to spend more time with you" he said quickly, smiling and leaning in to kiss you again.

"I know, I wanted to spend more time with you but look at it this way, it's only for a couple of hours while you take Dustin and the rest of them to the arcade, and then we have the whole weekend to ourselves" you smiled, kissing him once more. It was one of those many weekends when Steve's parents weren't in town so, he had the whole weekend planned for you.

"What if you call them and tell them you're sick" he suggested, starting to kiss you again and then pouting at you.

"I can't do that" you chuckled. "This is like a third percent of our grade, love. And we're almost done" you told him. "I promise you won't even notice I'm gone" you assured him.

"That's not true" he smiled.

"Look, the quicker I get there, the quicker I'm back" you said, kissing his cheek and pushing away from him.

"At least let me take you" he asked again, standing up and walking closer to you.

"Love, the diner we're meeting at is on the opposite way to the arcade, I'll just make you late. And you still have to pick everyone up. I'll just take my bike" you told him.

"How did I even get tangled into taking them to the arcade?"

"The same way you always do" you chuckled. "You can't say no to Dustin" you told him.

"Yes, I can!" he argued.

"It's sweet that you think that" you smiled. "But you really can't" you informed him. "I'll see you later okay?"

"Wait" he said, grabbing one of his sweatshirts and putting it on you. "It's gonna be cold later" he insisted.

"Okay" you chuckled, confused. "Thanks, love" you said, kissing his cheek.

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"Eddie, for the last time, we're not doing our report as a metal song" you said, rolling your eyes as Jonathan tried not to laugh.

"Why not? It would be so badass! Nobody else will do it!"

"Exactly, because we can't do a metal song" you tried to reason with him.

"Where in the guidelines does it say that we can't?" he complained.

"Jonathan, a little help here?" you said looking at your other partner.

"Eddie, even if we could, we can't play any instruments" Jonathan said pointing at you and himself.

"You sing, sweetheart?" Eddie smirked at you.

"Not unless you want everyone in the room to evacuate the premises as quickly as possible" you said, making him laugh.

"Aw, come on, love, I think you're selling yourself short" Eddie said, just as Steve walked into the diner. "All pretty girls can sing" Eddie smirked, making you laugh.

"You're too nice, Munson" you smiled, rolling your eyes. "But in this case, I think Jonathan might be your best choice for lead singer" you said, making Eddie turn to look at Jonathan as he widened his eyes at the two of you.

"What do you say, Johnny boy? You in?" Eddie smirked at him.

"Uhh..."

"Steve?" you asked noticing your boyfriend had walked into the diner and made his way towards your table.

"Love?" he acted confused. "What are you doing here?"

"Uh, I told you I was getting together with Eddie and Jonathan to work on our project" you reminded him.

"Oh, I didn't know you meant this diner" he said before looking at the other two. "Munson" he nodded his head towards Eddie and then he looked at Jonathan. "Byers."

"Hey" Jonathan said quietly before going back to his notes.

"Harrington" Eddie said with an amused smirk.

"M-Munson" Steve nodded.

"What brings you to this part of town? I thought Henderson mentioned you'd be going to the arcade with them" he said.

"Well, not really. I was just... taking them to the arcade" he explained. "And they got a ride home so, I was hungry and I just-"

"Happened to be here?" Eddie smirked at him. "Well, why don't you join us, pretty boy?"

"Um..." Steve said, raising his eyebrow and looking at you, who smiled, nodding back at him. "Sure" he said as you scootched over on the booth to make room for him, a little closer to Eddie. "So, how's the project going?"

"Uh- w-well, Eddie is insisting that we do our report as a metal song" you informed him as Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Oh, give me some credit, sweetheart, I've been more helpful than that" he smirked, noticing the glare on Steve's look when he called you sweetheart but you didn't even seem to notice, so he just smiled goofily at your boyfriend.

"You really haven't, Munson" you smirked at Eddie, who placed his hand over his heart and dramatically scoffed, offended.

"You're breaking my heart, sunshine" he continued before he softly hit Jonathan on his arm, making him look up. "Come on, Jonny boy, back me up here" he told him.

"Okay... Eddie, what is the name of the book that the report is about?" he asked with a small smirk, making you look at Eddie too, amused when his smirk dropped.

"That's not helping, Byers" he glared at Jonathan. "Just because the two of you have your private little book club, and you two nerds didn't want to do our book report on Lord of The Rings, it doesn't mean that I haven't been helpful" he said, rolling his eyes.

"Your what?" Steve asked, with a small scoff.

"Oh, you don't know? Byers and your girlfriend have a private book club, which apparently is very exclusive" he said, mocking you as you rolled your eyes.

"It is not a book club, Jonathan and I just exchange some books that we think the other one would enjoy. We told you we could lend you some books but you said if it wasn't Lord of The Rings or anything related to D&D or Metal history, you were not interested" you informed Steve.

"That's not true! I also like The Shining and Stephen King books" he defended himself. "It's like you've never heard of IT!"

"I'm terrified of clowns, Munson. Why on Earth would I read IT?"

"Aw, you scared of clowns, sweetheart?" he smirked as Steve took a deep breath. "That's adorable!"

"That's adorable" you mocked Eddie's voice looking at him and he stuck his tongue out at you.

"Oh, that reminds me" Jonathan suddenly said before looking for a book in his bag. "I got this one for you" he said handing it to you.

"Oh my God! Love in the Time of Cholera!" you said, excitedly, eyeing the book as Steve and Eddie watch the entire interaction between you and Jonathan.

"Is that a... love book?" Steve asked, confused.

"Yes!" you said, showing it to him. "The author is Colombian and the original book is in Spanish. It's really hard to get a version in English" you explained as you started going through the pages and discussing the book with Jonathan.

"You okay over there, Harrington?" Eddie smirked throwing an arm around you and resting it on the back of your seat.

"Wonderful... never been better" Steve said through clenched teeth before he grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him, away from Eddie.

"Hi, love" you smiled, kissing his cheek. "Are you okay?"

"Fine" he said, with a firm smile.

"Are you sure?" you frowned. "I know this is a bit boring, that's why I thought you'd rather wait for me to finish-"

"I don't mind" he assured you, pulling you even closer by your waist and kissing your forehead.

"Okay" you still said, unconvinced. "We're almost done for today" you told him. "We all have a free period on Monday so we'll each work a little on the weekend and just finish Monday" you told him.

"It's okay, love. Take your time" he said as you went back to your group but Steve still held on to your hand.

"Hey, sweetheart?" Eddie smirked at you on your other side and you felt Steve's grip tightening on your hand. "I think I need your help over here. You think your lovely boyfriend could... share you for a moment?"

If looks could kill, Steve would have already murdered Eddie by now. He thought he was hiding it well but he squeezed your hand even harder.

"Ouch! Steve!"

"Shit!" he said, letting go of your hand. "I'm sorry, love, I didn't mean to-"

"Could I talk to you for a second?" you asked.

"Uhhhhh" Eddie and Jonathan mocked him, making Steve glare at the two of them before he rolled his eyes and walked away from the table.

"I'll be right back" you told Eddie and Jonathan. "And stop messing with him!" you said, slapping Eddie's arm.

"Ouch!"

You walked over to Steve who was waiting for you, looking upset.

"Love, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, I just-"

"Steve, what is going on with you today? And don't say 'nothing' because you've been acting strange" you said, worriedly.

"I just-" he sighed, nervously scratching the back of his head with his hand. He then, without even meaning to, glared over at your table.

"Is it... is this because of Eddie and Jonathan?" you asked, frowning your eyebrows.

"No" he said, unconvincingly.

"Steve" you said, raising your eyebrow at him.

"Okay, fine! I just... didn't exactly love the fact that you were going to spend your entire afternoon with them" he said, grumpily. "And why does Jonathan have to give you books or why does Eddie call you sweetheart?"

"Eddie calls everyone sweetheart" you frowned your eyebrows, confused. "And Jonathan and I started exchanging books because he once mentioned Will wanted to read one book that I had" you explained. "Love, you know I needed work on our project, nothing more, right? I didn't want to blow you off to hang out with them or anything like that-"

"No, I know I just... well, you know I've never really liked either one of them and I just-" he sighed. "I'm sorry, I don't know-"

"Is this because... of Jonathan and Nancy?" you asked. "And... well, Eddie with Dustin?"

"N-no-"

"Honey" you said, your expression turning soft. "Look, I understand that you've never really liked Jonathan because of... what happened with Nancy" you started. "And you don't love the fact that Dustin hangs out with Eddie so much instead of you" you reminded him. "But you don't have to worry about me" you assured him.

"I know I don't. I'm sorry, I didn't want to feel this way, I just... I don't know, everyone seems to leave me for them, and I... I guess I didn't want you to do that too" he admitted, looking down. You softly placed your hand on his chin and lifted his head up.

"First of all, Dustin adores you and he didn't leave you for Eddie. There is nothing wrong with him making a new friend that gets the things that he likes" you informed him. "And secondly, and most importantly, I would never leave you" you insisted. "For Eddie, or Jonathan, or anyone else" you added. "I love you, and I promise, you have nothing to worry about, love-"

"You love me?" he asked, suddenly, feeling his entire heart flutter.

"Of course, I do" you chuckled.

"You've never- um... we haven't... said that before" he said, letting out a sigh of relief with his smile. "W-well, actually no one's um-" you cut him off, leaning in to give him a kiss on the lips.

"I love you, Steve Harrington" you repeated, smiling at him when you pulled away.

"I love you too" he said, leaning in to give you a peck on the lips.

"Do you mind waiting just a few more minutes until we finish and then we can go?" you said, smiling up at him. "I promise I'm all yours, all weekend" you smirked.

"Of course, love" he said, kissing your cheek. "I'll grab something to drink for everyone, okay?"

"Okay" you smiled, giving him another peck on the lips. "I love you" you repeated, loving the way his smile turned brighter whenever you did.

"I love you too" he said, kissing your head as you came back to your table. Steve went over to the diner's bar to order a few drinks for the four of you, as he was joined by Eddie.

"So..." he smirked, leaning on the bar and looking at Steve. "You done marking your territory on your girlfriend? Or are you going to fight me and Byers outside?" he mocked him.

"I wasn't doing that" Steve said, rolling his eyes.

"Dude, you did everything but pee on her" Eddie laughed but Steve just glared at him. "Look, I get it. Byers and I are probably your least favorite people, but I gotta say, Harrington, this is not a good color on you" he insisted. "You don't seem like the 'badass Steve Harrington' that Henderson is always rambling about" he shrugged.

"What?" Steve asked. "D-Dustin said I'm a badass?" he said, feeling himself smile.

"He insists on the matter actually" Eddie informed him. "And look, for what it's worth, that girl is like ridiculously in love with you, man!" he said, pointing at your table. "She won't shut up about you either. And she didn't even notice me flirting with her, which by the way, I only did to mess with you so, please don't hit me for that" he chuckled.

"Seriously?" Steve asked, glaring a little at him.

"Yeah, man. That's what I do. It was fun to see you all flustered and with a murder glare in your eyes. But, scout's honor, I have no interest whatsoever in your lovely girlfriend. I mean, she's cute and all but she's not really my type" he admitted.

"Really?" Steve asked, intrigued. "And what's your type, Munson?"

"Her boyfriend" Eddie smirked, winking at Steve, who felt his cheeks burn a little and didn't really know what to reply.

"MUNSON! Leave my boyfriend alone!"

The End

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A/N: I hope you liked it! Eddie’s coming up next :) let me know what you think :D

[idontplaytrack]

Baby, just talk

Capri Donahue x fem! reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut. Coarse language

In which a day off from school leads you to a weekend where you and Capri get closer than ever.

You took the day off from school today— college was tough, alright? You needed a break. But now being bored out of your mind, you were just sitting on the couch and staring into space. Groaning out of frustration, you got up and started to pace the living room. Noticing the time on your lock screen, Capri would’ve just arrived at school. A few minutes later, you get a text from her — a mirror selfie in the school bathroom. She looked damn good, obviously. She always does. You replied, set your phone down then went to make yourself a cup of coffee. During which, your phone buzzed a few times. And you knew it was Capri— no one else texted you at this hour. Plus, your parents were both out of town. Your Mom was helping her sister house-sit, your Dad went on a cruise with her work friends. Both of them would be gone for a week.

You gulped, feeling the little bit of excitement within you intensifying. You knew what was coming for you today. It wasn’t the first time, of course. You knew just what to expect, but yet she never fails to blow your goddamn mind every single time.

She looked amazing in her outfit today and she knew you loved it. So she sent you a couple more photos of herself in it. And then way more throughout the day from a sneaky little folder which contained things that were far from innocent. The photos of the outfit today were the tamest ones out of everything else you were about to receive in the coming hours.

Before lunchtime even came around, you weren’t so sure you weren’t going to be the one coming just from the photos alone. Exhaling harshly, you tossed your phone onto your bed and got up to pace the room. Your phone’s screen continues to light up— she was still sending you a bunch of photos, audio files and even videos. Some of which you’ve already not seen before. Your mind was spinning, your heart was hammering against your chest all while the ache between your legs grew, and grew. Yet you couldn’t do anything about it.

Or could you?

Of course you could, you were home alone. What were you thinking? Clearly not much.

You grabbed your laptop from your desk and a couple of toys from your nightstand drawer. Placing them on your bed, you shut the door and the curtains. It would not be hard at all to get yourself all worked up. What Capri’s been doing sending you all sorts of pictures and stuff? You were as good as halfway there. The girl knew exactly what she was doing— she knew that at this time of the month, you’d either be in a hell lot of pain or be needy as fuck. Right now, it was the latter. Okay, it wasn’t like you hadn’t been painfully obvious about it in your texts, but she was really feeding into your imagination right now.

You weren’t one to look up things like pornography to help yourself, you’ve never done that. Let’s face it, with Capri, she was more than enough. But somehow, curiosity got the better of you and you were looking up some positions. Things haven’t exactly been vanilla with Capri, but hey, it doesn’t hurt to know a little more. Right?

Your little research session didn’t last for long, because your thoughts were interrupted by Capri— again. Text after text, you got more and more riled up. It was getting harder and harder for you to focus. Your mind started to drift away, fantasising about Capri: what Capri’d do to you, what Capri’d do for you. Recalling how her kisses felt against your lips, and against your skin causes a rush of heat to shoot down south and pool between your thighs. It drove you crazy. You sighed, shut your laptop then grabbed your phone and a vibrator. You were feeling a little annoyed by yourself for being so easily worked up right now. God, how you wished she was here. How you wished she was here to do all sorts of sinful things to you, making you feel good.

Another text, another rush of heat down south. You cursed, rolling your eyes. Powering on the vibe, you held it to your clit over the fabric of your shorts, legs spread open without a thought. Your back was resting against two pillows, propping you up. The longer this went on for, the more relaxed you felt. Your head rolls back onto the pillows as you inhale sharply. “Shit.” You muttered, swallowing harshly as you scrolled through all the texts from Capri— each one making you more and more aroused. You turned up the speed on the vibrator, chewing on your lip as your eyes focused on the screen of your phone in your other hand.

“Fuck.” You exhaled slowly, trying to calm your giddy mind but you were so fucked, your mind was just filling up with fantasises. All of which without a doubt, about Capri. Of course. Soon enough, you were sliding off your shorts and underwear, tossing them aside. Imagining her hands roaming your body, her nipping and kissing your inner thighs, inching closer and closer to where you needed her the most? Shit, you were wet. So fucking wet. God, how Capri would eat you up. It was as though you two were interlinked, her next text only made you increasingly frustrated. ‘You need me, don’t you? You’re thinking about me. I know you.’

Ding.

“Don’t finish without me.” You read off your phone. Sighing, you kept going anyway. You kept going, until you were close. Then you stopped. You stopped to text her back, letting her know that you’ve just edged yourself and planned to do it again. Capri was thrilled to read that from you. So thrilled, she encouraged it. You scrolled through your phone a bit to let things calm down before you continued again. You felt the forceful throbbing soon after, causing your breath to grow heavier before a strangled whine erupted from your throat. How much longer could you wait, really?

You hastily powered off the toy in your hand and let it go, almost reflexively having your hand glide down your front and rubbing the bundle of nerves to provide yourself with some relief— as if that would bring you to the edge any slower. It wouldn’t, especially with your mind running wild right now. Especially with what you’ve been doing to yourself. And with Capri helping you with those seemingly endless text messages.

————

When lunchtime rolled around, she called you. She actually called you.

“What— why are you calling me? Go eat your lunch.”

She laughs, you were expecting an absolutely unhinged reply— which you got, “I’d rather be eating you, baby.” You scoffed, the breath of air getting caught in your throat though. “Shut up.”

“Yeah, keep going. I’ll make you shut up.”

You grumbled, “I’m miserable here, Capri.”

“I know.” She hums, “God, I can’t wait to see you.”

You bit the inside of your cheek in annoyance, “God.”

“Save that for later, y/n.” She teased.

“Capri.” You whined.

“You know I love that so I’ll just be doing whatever to make you do that again, and again.” She laughs, “Also maybe a nap would do you some good.”

“Oh, god.” You huffed.

Capri laughs lowly, the sound sending shocks down your spine and tingles all through your limbs.

You hung up on her, tossing your phone aside. You weren’t sure what to do now— did you take a nap? Or…finish what you had started?

You went shamelessly for the latter, your frustration reached a breaking point and you were desperate for relief. So you gave that to yourself and promptly got knocked out. It was a good thing since you didn’t have to focus on Capri anymore for now and allowed you to pass time. You didn’t even care that you weren’t wearing anything on the lower half of your body.

Rolling over onto your side, you started to wake up from your nap. Your eyes peeled open, landing on Capri who was standing in front of the vanity, removing her bracelets and rings. Soon, she felt your gaze on her so she looked over, flashing you a playful smile. “Had some fun there?” She teased. You only shrugged, “I was waiting for you. It felt like fucking forever.”

Capri laughs, “Careful what you wish for.”

“What?”

“I’m just saying…I could fuck you forever. It’s Saturday tomorrow, we could be home all day, babygirl.” Capri continued speaking, with a grin plastered on her face as she sat down right next to you, fingers prancing along your side. Smoothly, she was climbing atop of you, knees on either side. Then, she was sitting in you as she leaned down to capture your lips into her own.

“Been wanting to do that all day.” She spoke into the kiss, barely coherent. Light, fleeting kisses were quickly replaced by passionate, longing ones…over and over, reigniting the fire in your core, causing the heat to shoot downwards and pool in between your thighs.

“Oh, yeah?” You mumbled, and your words were very quickly swallowed by her eager kisses.

Capri nods, then her nimble fingers unbuttoned your shirt then unclipped your bra, freeing your breasts to her. She attached her lips to your skin again, moving her way down from your mouth to your neck, covering every inch of it diligently. It did not take long for your body to react to her actions. A whine getting caught in your throat, the ache between your thighs growing stronger and harder to ignore. All you could feel, all you could hear and all you could see was Capri. All Capri. Your head was spinning with pleasure as you writhed beneath her. She began sucking at a particular little spot along your neck, drawing out a moan easily. With that, she palmed one of your breasts, causing an even louder noise to be heard.

“Sensitive, aren’t they?” She teased, holding that little bit in between two fingers.

You whined, blinking profusely. Capri tugs on it, causing you to moan again. Satisfied, she lets it go, but her lips continue to work over your neck’s sensitive spot. Gradually, Capri glided down, leaving a trail of desire in her wake. Every inch of your body was covered by her kisses, her touch…you needed her, so fucking badly. A little roughly, she pushes your legs apart, wasting no time and dipping her tongue into your folds, smoothing it up and down to gather your arousal. You seethed, hands gripping the sheets. A cry threatens to fall from your mouth but you bite down on your lip to keep it from happening. You feel her eyes burning holes into your own, so you look away. Capri does what she does best, to make you look at her. Pressing her tongue flat against the swollen bundle of nerves, your head snaps down as if on reflex. “Fuck!” You cursed aloud.

“There we go.” She coos, now resuming the gentler ways.

“Shit—” You pant, hand somehow finding its way into her hair, tangling in the locks. She peppers kisses all over your inner thighs, absolutely worshipping every single bit of that region, making you grow increasingly aroused. Your cheeks also grew hot from all this attention, then you feel her hand squeezing your inner thigh and her tongue still lapping up and down at your folds, with purposeful flicks of it against your clit.

This was as slow as Capri could get. Still, you were already a mess. “Making such a mess…” She sucked your clit harshly on purpose. You cried out. “Such a good girl, so wet for me…” Capri carried on, shifting slightly so she was fully attached onto your cunt now. Your back arches as the much deeper and intense contact, her hands grab your thighs, leaving red marks on them which she massaged while her mouth worked harder.

You felt like you had lost your sense of reality and got sucked into a bubble of bliss, with not a single worry in your mind. The noises you were hearing from her and her actions became more obscene, it honestly made you more needy. You’d started rutting against her face, in need of more of her. But she stops, caressing your thigh, “Baby?”

“What?” You asked, breathless, nearly whining.

“Sit on my face.” Capri stated calmly. You immediately complied, hearing her move around and laid down. You moved along with her and she guides you down onto her face. Your hand naturally reached back to grab a handful of her tit and she laughs. “Go for it. You know I love it.” The heat from her breath fanning against your cunt made you whimper, in response, she held onto your thighs, her tongue swiftly resuming its job of pushing you over the edge. The harder you groped her breast, the harder she fucked you with her tongue. Pretty soon, all your inhibitions were gone…her name, obscenities and all sorts of ungodly noises fell from your lips in an unending stream.

“Fuck—” You cried out shakily, “Oh, my God, Capri—” Feebly, you grinded against her face, moving in sync with her mouth. Her hand reached up without hesitation and kneaded your breasts. All the stimulation driving you closer and closer, so very quickly.

Your body stiffens as your climax rapidly approaches. Capri grabs your hips, keeping you on her face. How was she breathing? Honestly.

Your breath started coming out in short, hurried bursts and your legs shook when your orgasm hit you. Wave after wave of the immense pleasure coursed through your body, having you making Capri’s favourite noises and leaving a mess dripping down her chin. She doesn’t stop though, you knew she wouldn’t stop there. It’s been discussed before, you would tell her to stop when you absolutely couldn’t take anymore.

Manoeuvring the both of you to be laying on your sides, she lifts your leg and positioned herself in a way that both your cunts met. You cursed when you felt her against you like this, you could no longer think and was just following her lead. And fuck, did everything feel so damn good. With barely a break, the two of you began moving in sync, high on the contact that seemed so unfamiliar, but addictive. You could barely see, you could barely catch your breath too. But you still wanted to keep going.

“Oh, my God—” You whimpered, the sensitivity causing little shocks to be sent down your spine. “Fuck, oh— fuck, this feels so good— what—”

When she heard that, she stopped, quickly plunging two fingers into your tightening pussy and aggressively poking at your g-spot, causing those incoherent noises to spill again like the broken dam your mouth was. Capri climbs back atop of you, connecting your lips with hers to shut you up. So now, whatever came from your mouth was just meek whining and whimpering. She was basking in it, how needy you were right now.

“Fuck…” You spoke into the kiss, your voice near a cry as your breath hitched, “Fuck, Capri…”

Your head rolled back, causing Capri’s lips to leave yours. She wasn’t at all bothered by it, simply changing targets and skilfully wrapped her lips around your areola, sucking away happily at your teat. Your jaw hung open, any noise currently just got stuck in your throat and the pleasure kept surging.

“Oh, keep going, keep going— shit— shit!” You panted, barely able to keep still.

“Oh, does that feel good, baby?” Capri lets out a breathy little laugh, her mouth barely leaving your tit. You couldn’t even bear with that much longer. You simply nodded in reply to her question, struggling to form even a simple sentence. Scratch that, not even a word…you were a soaking wet mess, squirming beneath her with all sorts of sinful noises erupting from your throat. It only spurred her on, each movement of hers strong and consistent.

Then the feeling of the air being knocked out of your chest swiftly made its comeback. Surprised, your hand on her breast suddenly grabbed the flesh tighter. Capri moaned aloud, causing you to go weak in the knees before she started to go down on you again, this time with your fingers intertwined with hers. Oh, shit. Capri saw what you were looking at on your laptop before.

“Ah, shit— mm—” You stuttered, she left you with no time to even process whatever was spewing out of your mouth— your noises of approval and pleasure matched up with her actions, one for one. Maybe even more. Capri was a happy camper, simply devouring you not wanting to waste as much as one drop. She has settled back in between your thighs for a while now, and honestly you could barely hear yourself— everything sounded warped.

“So fucking pretty.” Capri marvelled at the sight before her eyes, pressing a gentle peck to your clit. You feel her breath fanning against your heat, surprisingly, a low groan falls from your mouth. You scared yourself, but it wasn’t even a second later when you feel that tightening in the bottom of your core, threatening to break loose. Her fingers slipped back inside, wanting to feel you clenching around her digits. The merciless poking at your sensitive spot deep inside easily sent you over the edge a second time. “More, oh— my god— please.” Your chest heaved, Capri laid onto you to meet your face, sticking her slick-coated fingers into your mouth. You took them with no complaints, she watched you with a satisfied glimmer in her eyes, grinning.

“You wanna keep going?” Capri asked softly, brushing the hair out of your eyes, “Are you sure?”

You gave her hurried nods, your hands pulling her face close so you could kiss her. She moans tasting you again on your lips. “Want the strap?” She mumbled.

“Mm—yeah—”

“Hands and knees, baby. I’ll be right back.” She hummed, pressing one last kiss to your mouth before she clambered off you. You were still trying to find your breath, so you moved pretty slowly, flipping over onto your stomach you took your time getting into the position she wanted you in. Your breathing returns to its usual rhythm right as she came back. You feel her hand stroking your ass, causing it to clench on reflex. “Relax, baby…” She teased, then you felt the tip of the shaft being dragged along your wetness. You seethed. She’d started pushing into you, the length just slides in smoothly and bottomed out. The fullness was satisfying, but you were so goddamn sensitive now, the stimulation was making you want to cry.

“You okay, babygirl?” Capri asked seriously.

“Yeah— I am.” You choked out, a whine followed your words as her hands glided up to hold onto your hips. The warmth was oddly comforting and soft in an intense moment like this one. You could not control your mouth anymore, if it wasn’t obvious. She was enjoying how vocal and vulgar you were. Rutting against your hips, the slapping noise of your skin coming into contact with hers in a steady manner made you and her go crazy. You muttered a long string of ‘oh, fucks’ and her name, whining and whimpering, even ended up shedding actual tears while your face wound up being smushed against the mattress.

The pleasure was like a drug, you could never get enough of it once you started. Capri also knew how much you could take, so she was mindful of how long this went on for, so a third orgasm was like nothing to you. She wanted to make you squirt. She always does— did that happen often? Sure. but it doesn’t always happen.

As your third high began to crash onto you, you were sounding pathetic beneath her. Every sensation was stupidly intense, forcing tears out of your eyes like no other time. You also felt another rapid tightening of that coil in your core, which let go just as quick, causing a mess to trickle down your thighs as she continued impaling you. “Fuck, yes, baby. Holy shit— so fucking hot.” She remarked, smacking you on the ass. You yelped, at last falling flat onto your stomach. Capri was then slowing down to a halt when she heard you and saw you as good as convulsing. Well, she got what she wanted, and so did you. You were finally satisfied…it was like an itch that only Capri could scratch, was finally gone. You rolled around, now laid on your back. She catches your gaze while removing the harness. Your mind was miles and miles away, your heart hammering against your ribs…and you swore you’ve never cried this much from how good it felt, but fuck this was so worth it after waiting for it all day.

She lays down next to you, cupping your cheek. “I got you, okay? You’re alright.” Capri wrapped her arms around you, letting you lay your head on her chest. She plants a kiss on the top of your head, “Was it good?”

You squinted, then was giggling, “Was I not clear enough, Capri?”

“I’m kidding ya.” She chuckles, rubbing your back in a soothing motion. “Sleepy?”

“Oh, yeah. You know it.” You nodded, eyes fluttering shut without a fight.

“You wanna take a shower first, baby?” Capri suggests softly, “Then I can change the sheets.”

You sniffed, “Okay.”

“Yeah?” She broke away from the embrace carefully.

“Yeah, I’ll take a shower first.” You agreed, “I want my cuddles afterwards though.”

“Of course, baby.” She laughs cutely, peppering kisses all over your face and squeezing your butt, pushing you gently in the direction of the bathroom. You gasped playfully, giving her a kiss back quickly before you stepped into the bathroom with your towel.

“I’ll join you.” She called after you.

————

You were shampooing your hair when she walked in, already completely undressed. Within seconds, Capri was pressed up against you and was wrapping her arms around you. Capri kissed you on the shoulder, “Hi, baby.” She said. Then, she was shampooing your hair for you, your hands just fell to your sides letting her do the work.

“Hey.” You smiled, it goes unnoticed by her since you were facing the other way.

“How you feelin’?”

“Mm, okay? I guess?”

Capri asks, “You guess? Baby, come on.”

You bite back a laugh, “Well, I’m kind of cramping a little, not gonna lie.”

She chuckles, “Damn.” Her fingers massaged your scalp, your eyes fluttered shut again, feeling this relaxing motion.

“That’s not very funny.” You sulked.

“I know.” Capri retracted her hands, “Okay, rinse off.” You shrugged, turning back around so you could wash the shampoo off.

“Is it bad?” She looked at you, worried.

“It’s a little more intense than usual, but I’ll be okay.” You promised.

“We’ll get you a painkiller after this.” She says while grabbing her shampoo bottle off the shelf.

“I’m fine, Capri.” You repeated.

“I know, baby.” She smiled, “Just doing what I should.”

After showering, Capri called for takeout from both of your favourite pizza place. While you were snuggled up against her, she turned the TV on so you two could watch something to pass time. “Tylenol. Now or later?” She asks softly, handing you the remote.

“Now.” You gave in. Even though it was a manageable pain, it was lingering so it was starting to bother you.

“Now? Alright.” She got out from her spot next to you and went to grab the medicine from the kitchen along with a water bottle for you.

You pulled the duvet up to cover yourself right as Capri returned. You gratefully took the meds and water from her and swallowed it with a gulp. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” Capri opens up her arms for you to snuggle with her, you did so immediately. “Can’t get enough?” She quirked a brow. You scoffed, sighing in the end. “Stop being such a tease.”

“Neverrrr.” Capri snickered, “You love it. And it clearly really gets you going. I mean, really.”

You whined, she laughed breathily, kissing the crown of your head, “Okay, I’ll stop.”

“Did you get the cheesy pesto bread?” You asked, changing the subject.

“Sure did.” She confirms.

“Ooh, yay.” You answered sleepily.

“So, is that a no another—”

“You see me about to fall asleep, don’t you?” You smacked her playfully.

She shrugged, humming.

“Tomorrow.” You looked up at her. She shot you an almost perverted smile, “Okay, baby. Tomorrow.”

“Schoolwork can wait another day.”

“Anything you want, babygirl.”

“Yeah, talk more and you’ll get me going again.” You commented.

“I know.” She stated.

“Tsk.” You pouted.

“I’m not evil, y/n.” She ran a hand through your hair, “Take a nap, I’ll wake you when the food gets here.”

“Maybe you are a little…”

She squints. You giggled, “…A little mean.”

“You love it.”

You groaned, “Fine, fine. Yes, I do.”

“Sleep.” She hugs you tighter, “You’ll need it.”

“I know you’re kidding, but shut up.” You couldn’t stop laughing.

“You smell so good, though.” She mentioned.

“Shush.” You shut your eyes, “I love you.”

Capri chortled, “Mm I love you more, baby.”

“Of course you do.” You played along with her tone. “You sure as hell proved it.”

“Oh, yeah no doubt about that.” She smirked, “I also saw your laptop.”

“Oh, sue me. I had to pass a hell lot of time.”

“Alright, alright. Sleep.” She gave in, “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, I’m not. That was fucking incredible. In fact, thank you.”

“Thank you.” Capri retorted, “I had a great time.” She bites the air.

You finally just gave in to the exhaustion, knowing this banter could go on forever if she wanted it to.

“Always so flustered with me.” She mutters, “You’re so cute.”

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💭A/N:

Gave up on the ending😭

[lilchibi-chan]

cuddles w channie

With work and school, life was becoming overwhelming. Too much to bare in some moments.

Some days, you felt like you were just floating above your own body and watching the world as it moved around you. Bodies just merging and moving together.

You felt yourself burning out and not knowing how to fix it or make it better.

You tried distracting yourself by hanging out with friends or doing your favorite hobbies, but your focus for even doing those things became less and less.

Tonight, you’re working on some homework when you get a FaceTime call from Chan.

You pick up and he’s smiling his beautiful smile

“Hi,” he says, his big smile flashing at you

“Hey,” you say, sending a smile back his way

“Whatcha dooooin,” he asks causing a small giggle to escape you

“Just trying to get some work done..and sadly failing,” you say, then look down at the keyboard of your computer

“You okay,” he asks while adjusting his posture

“Yeah, it’s just been a bit of an overwhelming time,” you say, your voice getting shaky

“It’s been so hard to focus and I really don’t wanna fail my classes. I don’t want to let my parents down. I don’t want to let myself down, but I’ve been trying so hard to balance everything and fix it and nothing is working. I just…I just don’t know what to do anymore,” you say, tears slowly fall from your eyes

“Hey, it’s okay to feel this way. To feel overwhelmed. To start to feel burnt out. It’s just your body’s way of telling you to take a step back. We all have deadlines and work and all these other things that can take over our lives and ya know even I can feel overwhelmed and I still try and push through it but it can also effect your health really badly. Your health should come first,” he says

“I know…it’s just hard,” you say, wiping tears from your face

“Ya know what, I’m coming over,” he said

“Wh-Chan you really don’t have to, it’s fine…I’ll be okay,” you say, knowing he’s probably tired

“Y/N, I’m fine. I’m coming over and you’re gonna take a break,” he says and hangs up

You look at the computer screen for a moment and let out a small laugh. You go back to doing homework and research until he arrives.

About half an hour later, your door bell rings, removing you from your trance the computer screen has you in.

You unlock the door and Chan has bags of snacks, food and drinks.

“What’s all this,” you ask surprised

“I told you when I got here that you would be taking a break, so I bought all your favorite things,” he says walking into your house and taking off his shoes

You smile and thank him for the stuff. You take everything into the kitchen and put some things away and keep some stuff out.

“So what’s the plan, Chan”

He laughs a little at the rhyming you did with his name.

“Well,” he says placing his hands on the kitchen counter,“we are gonna watch your favorite movies and you have all your favorite snacks here to help you relax.”

You smile and grab the bag of snacks.

“Woah woah woah, where are you taking that,” he says, stopping you in your tracks

“My…room,” you say, slightly confused

“No no, no more bedroom. You have too much going on in there and I don’t want you to be tempted to go back to work,” he says walking closer to you, eventually closing the space

Your breath quickens a bit with him being so close to you.

He takes the bag from your hand and takes it to the living room.

He then takes you by the shoulders and guides you to sit on the couch.

“Don’t move,” he says

“Okay,” you laugh out

A couple minutes later, he returns with blankets and pillows and a huge, warm smile.

You get up to help him set up everything on the couch, the he sets up the table and tv. He pulls out your favorite movies from the tv stand and you decide which one to watch first. He pops the dvd in and joins you on the couch.

He gets comfortable and then holds his arms out.

You look at him and scoot closer to cuddle with him. He closes his arms around you and it feels like what you’ve been needing all along. You felt safe. You felt seen.

He rubbed your arm, up and down, then eventually moved to rubbing small circles on your temple and the side of your head.

The combination of this, listening to his heartbeat and feeling his chest rise and fall was starting to make you feel sleepy.

You snuggle deeper into him and he holds you a bit tighter, further comforting as you adjust. You close your eyes and drift off to sleep without realizing.

Chan kisses the top of your head and rubs small circles where his lips previously were. He waits for you to be fully asleep before turning of the tv, trying not to disturb you too much and joins you in sleeping, still holding you close.

Hope you all enjoyed this and I hope it lifts your spirits if you’ve been feeling a bit down.

CHANNIE IF YOU SEE THIS, NO YOU DIDN’T!!! I KNOW YOU SEE EVERYTHING BUT YOU DID NOT SEE THIS!!! (this is a joke btw, I don’t think he’ll see this ever)

[lillaydee]

The Arrangement Part 4

Pioneer! Joel Miller / Reader

Your life crumbled to nothing during a migration to Jackson, forcing you to agree to an arrangement just to survive.

NOTE: Possible inaccuracies in baby developments, food intake and inheritance or ownership laws coming. I really know nothing, but I needed to put some stuff in for the sake of the story line, so please forgive me and take everything in the spirit of storytelling yeah?

WARNINGS: Protective Joel (The Last of Us), Ellie & Joel Bonding (The Last of Us), Good Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Soft Joel (The Last of Us), Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Hurt Joel (The Last of Us), Joel Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (The Last of Us), Jealousy, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Angst, Frontier Joel, Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us), Virgin Joel, Virgin Reader, Minor Character Death, Period-typical Misogyny, Marriage of Convenience

SERIES MASTERLIST

Part 3

You laid in bed for quiet some time when you woke, your worry that your new husband regretting his decision to marry you hovering like a cloud over your head.

You have a few hours ride before arriving in Jackson. And then your life with Joel will properly begin.

You could do this.

So you got up and got ready for your new life. Your parents was the happiest couple you knew. So, you decided there and then, to do as your mother did, and see if Joel was alright with that. If it was good enough for your father for twenty plus years, it couldn’t possibly be bad, right?

The camp was still asleep, save for the two agency men patrolling. You went to the stream and cleaned yourself, getting a bucket of water for Joel to clean himself with. One of the agency men started a fire for you, and the camp began to stir.

You heard Ellie fussing. You went to your new husband’s wagon, the tarp still closed. You heard him stir and coo softly to Ellie. You knocked softly on the base of his wagon, telling him you could take her. He immediately drew the tarp open, his blanket still surrounding him, his sleep-mussed face smiling at you.

“Good morning, wife.”

You couldn’t help it. You blushed and shyly mumbled a good morning to him, too. He picked Ellie up from her basket and handed her to you. Your eyes were caught on the lace handkerchief on his pillow. He noticed, his hand immediately taking the delicate material and stuffing it in his pocket, averting your eyes, his hand immediately rubbing the back of his neck, a small, shy smile on his lips.

You told him you had warmed up some water for him to wash. Was there anything you could get him to do so? He shook his head, thanking you for the water. He grabbed a small flannel from a basket by the entrance, as well as a toothbrush. You asked if he shaves in the mornings, and he said not really. He trimmed his beard every few days, but he preferred not to shave unless needed. He quickly got ready for his day, and you took a happy Ellie for a quick wash and nappy change, quickly washing her clothes and nappy so they could dry in your wagon on the journey.

When you got back to the camp, Ellie secured on your chest, breakfast was ready. Joel quickly got up and made a plate for you, taking Ellie from you while you quickly prepared something for her to eat. He fed Ellie while you ate, before eating himself. It all just felt so normal. As if you had done this with him all your life.

A good first morning, you thought.

**********

After breakfast, Lee called you and Joel over to the lead wagon, three pieces of paper in his hands. Your marriage certificate. Your name and Joel’s already filled in dated the day before, just waiting for you and your new husband to sign them.

You quickly read the details and signed your name.

Joel, on the other hand, hesitated.

You felt the blood in your head turn cold. This was it. He’s regretting the marriage.

He stared at the certificate for a long time, so much so, Lee asked him if something was wrong. Joel shook his head, and asked if he could give the two of you some time. Lee walked away to the front of the wagon, checking the horses. Joel looked at you with apprehension on his face.

“Erm, would you mind reading what’s on this for me? I don’t read too well. I can read, it’s just, I can’t do it fast enough and the big words…” He was starting to ramble, shame flooding his face.

You placed your hand on his, taking the papers from him. You read the details on the certificates, only loud enough for him to hear. When it came to the bit where it named him your husband, a wide, shy smile graced his face, and all your worries about him regretting this arrangement immediately dissipated.

He quickly called Lee back and wrote his name in big block letters down where the husband’s signatures should be, passing the papers back to him, the older man quickly signing the certificates, stamping his mark on red wax, his name and ranking clearly embossed into them, immediately rolling one and putting it in a wooden scroll, placing the cap on it, before handing it over to Joel. The second one will be submitted to the registrar office in Jackson, he said, and he will keep the third for his own record. He shook Joel’s hand and went back to preparing for departure.

Joel held the scroll solidifying your statuses as husband and wife in his left hand, placed his right one in his pocket, his head down, and asked you if you regret marrying an uneducated man such as himself. There was such insecurity in his voice and mannerism, you felt a little relieved to know you were not the only one worried about regret in this arrangement. You slipped your arm in his, and told him, never. Let’s go get ready for our new life, husband.

He heaved a very obvious sigh of relief and placed the hand holding the scroll over yours on his arm, before guiding you back to your wagon. He climbed in and helped you pack it for the rest of the journey, and you followed him into his own to do the same. The two of you worked seamlessly together, you had found, well, three, if you count the little girl merrily chirping in the shawl strapped to your chest, seemingly ordering her new parents around.

When he climbed into the driver’s seat next to you and Ellie, he placed the blanket you had used the two days before on you, tucking it in neatly around you and Ellie, his new wife and baby, before settling in, sitting much closer to you, you noticed, and clicked gently to get his horse moving. The three of you settled down for the journey to your new life as a family.

**********

When the wagons finally made it to the edge of Jackson, Lee immediately led the four wagons to your designated lands, all adjoining each other, each one marked with twine, a flag, and a small sign designating the plot numbers. Most of the plots around were taken, houses already on them, their residents going about their days. The four wagons set up nearer to the stream a few minutes’ walk down from the plots, where the land was flatter, and access to the water easier. Lee asked the men to go with him to town for the deeds, Joel going with your father’s in his possession, as well as his own, your newly minted marriage certificate along with them. The rest of the agency men stayed, helping the ladies set up, unhooking the horses and letting them go down to the stream to cool down.

By the time the men returned, the wagons were set up. Yours and Joel’s facing each other, close enough that he could hear you should you need help, and the other three wagons away from yours enough to establish some privacy. You had begun unpacking some stuff from your own, taking out the big piece of tarp your mother had brought along for temporary shelter from the sun, the corners already tailored to hook onto the poles your father had crafted before leaving. You hooked the material on to the poles, leaning them onto your wagon and waited for Joel to come back. You unrolled the rubber mat that was stashed under the wagon onto the ground before placing a patterned rug your mother had purchased just for this onto it, placing one of Ellie’s baskets on it.

Joel seemed excited at the set-up, taking the poles into his hands and began staking them into the ground at the corners of the rubber mat you had placed. He then took some twines and secured the poles into the ground further, giving the three of you some temporary shade, as well as a place to rest and eat.

He helped you get the bigger items out, the main ones being the three large, heavy wooden boxes lined up on one side of your wagon. One of them contained your father’s woodworking tools, you told him. It’s his now.

His face lit up when he opened them. They needed these tools to build, he said, they were going to purchase them, but didn’t need to now. He was so happy he lifted you up and twirled you in a big hug, making you giggle, Ellie squished between the both of you. He only seemed to realize what he had done once he put you down, mumbling an apology and a shy smile. Your face was red, for sure, but you couldn’t deny the happiness you felt seeing him so happy.

You opened the second box, filled with rolls of cloth, the ones your mother’s former employer had gifted her, she had planned to make sheets and curtains, as well as a few dresses and shirts from them. The third contained your books – it was the one thing you refused to get rid of. Joel stashed the boxes in his own wagon, wanting you and Ellie to have more space in yours to sleep comfortably. You insisted that your mother’s sewing box stayed with you in your wagon.

It took the two of you the rest of the day to unpack what was needed, the rest stored away neatly for when the houses were built. The men quickly set up some poles to tie the horses to, and some clotheslines to hang the laundry. Each camp had its own firepit, the other three camps deciding that you and Joel should have some alone time to get to know each other. By the time evening came, the entire new family was gathered around your camp, Will and Benny’s fiancées, Olivia, or Liv, as she insisted you and Maria call her and Diana bringing dinner with them as a welcome to Jackson gift.

You and Maria liked both of them immediately, both seemed suited to their intendeds well. They were very friendly and welcoming to you and Maria – they intended to go to the registrar office within the week to marry. They currently rented one room together in the tavern in town, waiting for Will and Benny to arrive. They had all met during the war, both nurses in service, got separated towards the end of their service and ended up in Jackson before Will and Benny, working in the town clinic. They both gave you and Maria big hugs before leaving, telling both of you they will see you in town the next day to show you around, all of you had made plans to go into town to get some provisions while the men sorted the materials they needed to start building.

That night, before bed time, you opened the locked secret compartment your father had built into the wagon and took out the pouch he had hidden in there. Your parents had been frugal people, and your father had planned to use the money to buy the materials needed for the house he was building. You gave the pouch to Joel, who immediately shook his head, telling you that it was yours, you should keep it. He had his own to spend, he said. What’s mine is yours, but what’s yours, should stay yours. You told him you would be living in this house too; you should contribute. Again, he shook his head, save it for yourself. You argued that it was not safe to keep that much money like that, so he said he would take you to the bank the next day while you were in town and will open up a bank account for you. For rainy days, he said. In case something happened to him.

The thought of that made your heart turn to pieces.

He helped you set up your wagon for you and Ellie to live in, unrolling your single mattress for you, the double one tucked alongside the wagon where the boxes were. He set up Ellie’s sleeping basket next to your mattress, and placed her inside, kissing her fat cheeks goodnight, the little girl long asleep from the excitement of the day. You helped him set up his own sleeping arrangement. He walked you to your own wagon, helping you back up, before kissing your hand with a soft goodnight wife, a small smile on his lips.

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The town of Jackson was a small one, but rather complete for its size. That morning, after a quick breakfast, the Millers, as you were all officially known now, went into town. Joel took you to the bank first thing, opening a bank account for the both of you. The teller looked a bit apprehensive that you would have access to the account, attempting to advise Joel into leaving your name out, but he would have none of it, insisting that you be given the same treatment as he in that respect. Of course, Mr Miller, the teller said, upon seeing the amount to be deposited, as you wish. Pleasure doing business with the both of you, Mr and Mrs Miller.

Liv and Diana met all of you outside the tavern where they boarded. The ladies then said goodbye to the men, who would be going to the lumberyard to purchase what they needed for the build. Joel gave you some money for provisions, telling you he would meet you back at the tavern for lunch. He kissed Ellie goodbye, cooing at her. He seemed to hesitate a little, hovering a bit too long before finally making up his mind, nodding at you before turning to leave.

The owner of the tavern, an older lady called Esther came out to say hello to you and Maria. She seemed friendly enough, telling the two of you that she ran the tavern with her grown daughter, her husband having gone out for smokes one day and never returned. You and Maria were a bit surprised by her bluntness, telling two complete strangers such a story within the first two minutes of meeting, noticing the uncomfortable looks Liv and Diana were giving you and Maria as the lady kept yammering on and on about how men were useless and that us women should never trust them.

A lady about Esther’s age was walking past your group, her arms laden with baskets and parcels. She lost her footing somehow and almost fell, her packages landing near your feet. You immediately bent down to help her pick them up, but she apologetically told you not to, you had a baby strapped on you, she said. Please don’t trouble yourself. Oh hush, you said, picking up a couple of packages while Maria picked up the rest, passing them on to her. She thanked you and Maria, introducing herself as Rose. She said hello to Liv and Diana, who said a friendly hello back, before giving Esther a glance and nodding, leaving immediately after.

“You want to watch out for that one,” Esther told you and Maria. “Keep your men away from her.” She raised her voice after Rose, “You can’t trust a woman who opens her legs for money!”

You saw Rose stop in her tracks, before walking on. Liv and Diana shared an exasperated look, before telling Esther you should get going, lots to do! Each of them quickly took you and Maria in their hands, pulling you both out, while Esther was still warning you two about Rose and the company she kept.

“Sorry about her, ignore her,” Liv told the two of you. “We had to hear that every day for months, ever since she found out we were engaged. She was convinced Rose was the reason her husband ran out on her.”

Diana scoffed, “You would think the husband would still be in town if that were the case. They said he just hopped a ride with a wagon train and left. We just try to avoid her. We had to endure her; she has the only rooms for rent in town.”

Apparently, Rose had moved to Jackson with her father, who passed away not long after. At the time, Jackson was just starting to attract newcomers, and work for a single lady like her was unlikely. She was very pretty, so men were clamoring for her company, wanting to ‘take care’ of her. So, she did what she did, and became very popular, eventually starting a legitimate business in town for lonely men passing by, and sometimes, even the locals. Unfortunately, most of these men were married, so their wives concocted stories about her to put them off. Not that it worked, but the ladies kept trying anyways. So Rose and her ladies got blamed for every single marriage problems in Jackson.

You wondered if that was the life you would have had to turn to if you had returned to the town you came from. You knew many ladies who had to turn tricks to survive, especially after they were left pregnant and unwed. She did what she had to do. Who were you to judge?

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The five of you walked around town, stopping at the registrar office to make an appointment for them to marry – two days from that day. You were excited for them. They seemed really happy and just wanted to be with the men they loved.

After the tour of the town, they took you to the grocers, butchers and bakers, you and Maria stocking up on provisions to last the week. Liv and Diana helped you carry your packages as you made your way back to the tavern, where the Miller men would be waiting.

When you entered the tavern, the place was full of diners. You looked around for the men, spotting Tommy, Will and Benny at one of the tables. Joel, however, was nowhere to be seen. The three men quickly got up to help you with the packages, Tommy taking Ellie from you, telling the very happy baby he missed her. Esther came and placed the meals the men had ordered on the table, Joel’s included before taking your orders as well. She inquired after Joel, Will telling her he would be right back.

“Good, that is one fine man. Don’t you fret, I have the perfect young lady for him, he will not be single for long in this town. Men like him should be worshiped,” she said, a knowing smile on her face. Everyone at the table stared at her in silence, before Tommy asked what she meant by that.

“Well, he’s not wearing a ring, you are, and these two are taken. But worry not, I have just the perfect young lady for him.”

You were too stunned to speak. Before anyone could say anything to her, Joel came back, taking his seat next to you, taking Ellie from Tommy. Ellie squealed when she saw him, happily slobbering all over him, and he gave her so many kisses and funny faces she couldn’t stop giggling.

“Ahh… look at you. Already so good with children. I was right about you young man, wait until you see this lady I had in mind for you. She’s just perfect. Just you wait,” Esther said, beaming at him.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, we can’t have a handsome young man such as yourself single forever, can we?” she said with a conspiratorial smile, practically shoving her face in his.

“Actually, I am newly married. This is my wife, Elena, and our baby, Ellie.” Joel placed his arm around you, who were still much too stunned to speak, as was the rest of the table.

Esther’s face snapped. Gone was the happy, friendly lady she had pretended to be with you this morning. One who was annoyed her matchmaking plans were ruined had taken her place. She gave an exasperated huff and stomped away, returning with your food, placing your bowl so aggressively in front of you it spilled, the hot stew splashing onto your hand. You pulled your hand back, hissing in pain.

“WATCH IT!”

A booming voice filled the noisy tavern during the lunch rush. The tavern actually went quiet as a cemetery for a split second before people began murmuring and whispering to one another.

Joel had snapped at Esther. Because she spilled hot stew on your hand. Amidst the searing pain you felt, you wanted to smile, be smug. Your new husband was angry someone had hurt you.

Ellie began fussing, although, surprisingly, not at Joel’s voice. She was reaching out for you, as if wanting to make sure you were alright too. He passed her to Benny, taking your hand into his own and wiping the spill away with his kerchief. Esther seemed shocked at his outburst, but rolled her eyes and mumbled an insincere apology to you before leaving.

Joel checked your hand, asking Liv to look at it. She quickly ran upstairs to the room she shared with Diana and came back with a salve, rubbing some on the spot, which had turned red. He kept your hand in his, never letting go, worry etched across his face. Once Liv had finished tending to the minor burn, he asked for the salve from her, stood up, took Ellie back from Benny and held his hand out to you. You took it, puzzled at what he was thinking. He asked the men to help bring your shopping home, to which they nodded, all of them looked scandalized by Esther’s treatment of you, and pulled you by the hand out of the establishment, the stews untouched.

Esther came running out, calling his name, pleading for him to come back, but he ignored her. You saw her give you the nastiest look you had ever seen anyone gave, anger in her eyes.

Joel stopped at the bakers and got yourselves some pastries, lemonades and sandwiches for lunch. He didn’t say anything to you. He seemed livid. His hand never left yours, and he refused to give Ellie to you to hold. He did agree to let you strap her to his chest when he struggled to pay the lady with both his hands occupied, his anger dissipating a little as you giggled at his struggle, smiling at your giggly face before succumbing to some giggles himself. With his hands now free, he took the package from the lady, and took your hand back into his. Let’s go home, he said.

You followed shyly, rather flustered at this new form of intimacy he had suddenly shown you, letting him lead you by your good hand, running into Maria and Tommy at the door. Tommy told you that they had all decided to leave after what happened, Will and Benny helping Liv and Diana pack up their stuff to leave the tavern for good as they were speaking. Tommy was going to take Benny’s wagon when they get back to bring the girls home. They decided that the girls could sleep in Will’s wagon before the marriage, the brothers in Benny’s.

Esther, it seemed, was not happy. But don’t worry, Tommy said. We’re family, a big one, in fact. We will look out for one another. And apparently Esther was not exactly in good graces with the town either, so don’t worry about people turning on you, he told you.

Joel and you waited while Tommy and Maria got some lunch for themselves and the others from the bakery before walking home together. Joel refused to let go of your hand, and soon, you noticed, he interlaced his fingers with yours, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand as the four of you chit chatted about the drama on the journey home. Ellie joined in, ‘talking’ at you from her Papa's chest, babbling in annoyance, Joel telling her that’s right, the nasty lady was mean to Mama, so we’re not going there anymore, are we BabyGirl? The four of you laughed out loud when Ellie gave a disgruntled ‘Mm’, seemingly agreeing with her father.

Mama. You chanced a shy glance at him, and he winked at you.

Oh, it’s hot today. Wasn’t today hot? Was your collar tight?

The men quickly hitched up Benny’s wagon, and Tommy went off to pick up his cousins and their intendeds. When they returned, all of you sat at your camp, enjoying your lunch with much laughter and joy, forgetting the nastiness of the tavern.

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After lunch, you set Ellie down in her basket for her nap. Joel sat facing you, telling you he has something for you. He produced something from his pocket, wrapped up in a scrap of cloth. He opened it to reveal two silver rings. He just got them, he told you. It’s not much, he said, but he hoped you would like it. You couldn’t help the silly grin that appeared uncontrollably on your face. His face mirrored yours as he took the smaller of the two rings and took your left hand, slipping the ring onto your ring finger. You then did the same for him, before lifting his hand and placing a soft kiss on his ring.

His face got really red behind his shy smile; his right hand immediately went up to rub the back of his neck. A quirk you had noticed him do every time he was shy. He looked like he was about to say something when the men came over, telling him they should go put markers on the plot, the lumber should arrive later today, and if they wanted to start first thing tomorrow, they shouldn’t delay. He reluctantly agreed.

Benny and Will asked if they could ask you a favor? They produced kerchiefs from their pockets, wondering if you could sew their initials in a corner for the wedding? They liked that you and Joel did that but didn’t want their initials to look messy, since they didn’t know how to sew well. Benny couldn’t resist taking a shot at Joel, “Look at the one he gave you,” he said, earning him a glare from your husband, which he laughed off, Joel shaking his head at how silly his younger cousin was. You simply laughed and took the kerchiefs from them, telling them they will be ready by the time they came back.

Joel came back, reluctantly telling you that he wouldn’t mind if you took off his initials from the kerchief he gave you and resew it yourself, it would look much nicer, he said. You raised yourself on your tippy toes to get closer to his ears and told him that you had a secret to tell him. Girls really liked it when the men made an effort, so no, husband, you wouldn’t change anything on that kerchief, and you will treasure it for life. He looked elated, turning to go to the plot, but hesitated again, this time turning back, giving you a chaste kiss on your cheek, whispering thank you, wife, before quickly walking away, trying to hide the pinkness in his cheeks and ears.

You chased after him, his hat in your hand, and gave him a shy kiss on his bearded cheek too, before quickly turning away and going back into your wagon to fetch your mother’s sewing box.

You didn’t see how long Joel stood where he was, his eyes stuck on the spot you disappeared into the wagon from, his hand on his cheek, the dumbest smile on his face, before Tommy’s hollering snapped him out of his lovestruck trance.

Part 5

[dullgecko]

I’ve been thinking more about goblin culture after my latest ask and what major differences a horde would have when interacting with spyre culture, so here they are;

Nudity is definitely not a major taboo in goblin culture and neither are female breasts, like no one’s going to just strut around naked but it can can hot in the caves during summer so if either gender just decides to go shirtless and just wear some short pants no one’s going to bat an eye.

Or if certain injuries or tasks mean wearing clothes is just going to get in the way then of course the simplest solution is just going to take of whatever article of clothing is needed.

Also set meal times would probably also be a weird concept to goblins, like goblins eat when they’re either hungry or food is available.

And while yes grabbing a small snack and sitting with others on occasion is done for the most part food is consumed as quickly as possible so you can carry on with other stuff. The idea of everyone sitting down THREE times a day all at an agreed time by everyone to slowly consume food is just bizarre to them.

Physical contact and body language is almost as much as a part of goblin language as verbal is so when talking to non goblins I imagine goblins having to constantly remind themselves not to punctuate whatever their saying with an a quick hug/grapple or soft bite and that the variation of different ear poses mean little to them etc. xx

Goblins, as a species, are more on the 'critter' end of the spectrum when it comes to their physiology. They look superficially humanoid but they're not /human/ (human encompassing any species that can cross breed and create viable young without weird magic schenanigans ie orc, human, elves etc). There's no reason why they would have the same biological set-up as those species. External genitals would be a detriment when you're scrambling through tight tunnels so they're evolved to keep them 'tucked away' until it's time to party so to speak. It's not even that weird of a set up (dragonborn are the same but they're reptillian) but it's surprising because goblins look like they're just small green humanoids and theyre mammals.

At first glance it means that males and females are basically identical when nude (females only developing breasts while pregnant or rearing young) so why would wandering around naked even be an issue. Everyone looks the same theres nothing to hide. Clothes are more for comfort or personal style than anything else. Plus, even if you're born one way you can easily get one of your hordes clerics to swap you to the other sex. Most goblins go through a phase where they switch back and forth until they usually settle on their favorite around puberty.

Changing your physical sex can alter things like the stripes along your back or tail and face markings (stripes will darken on males and get wider with irregular edges for camoflage) but thats as far as they get with sexual dimorphism, most races dont look hard enough to clock that it may have changed and its usually hidden under clothing so if one of the goblins they're aquainted with suddenly changed sex they wouldnt know unless told. Face shape is more of a genetic thing than a sexuality thing and goblin kids might take after one parent more than the other but it has nothing to do with whether they're male or female.

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Riz grew up in Elmville so he's used to the people around him needing to eat at specific times because thats just what these people do. He initially tried to match his mealtimes with them but he ended up making himself ill from eating too much when he's not hungry (it would be similar to a human eating a huge breakfast, then an equally huge brunch, THEN an equally huge lunch all within the span of a couple hours).

He finds it easier to just put off eating for as long as possible even if he's absoloutly starving JUST so he can sit and share food with his friends. It made his coffee habit worse though because he'll sometimes skip a meal even if he's ravenous so he can eat with his friends later; having more coffee than usual because its something that temporarily fills his stomach and supresses his appetite.

Once his party find out they gently let him know that they wont be offended if he doesnt /actually/ eat a whole meal with them. Its mostly about the act of sitting and sharing something together, so Riz will often just have a drink or a small snack to chew on inbetween his large meal days.

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Be careful when speaking common young goblin. The tall-men races will start a fight over the silliest things. Imagine attacking someone because they told a joke (teeth bared and ears alert with amusement) or getting hurt because you let them know you love them (a bite on the forearm not even hard enough to draw much blood). Make sure you are also careful when showing your emotions, because being upset or anxious will often make them believe you are priming to attack even though you politely expressed your desire to be left alone.

[innocentsandsofdreams]

Trans Simon x Reader Head-cannons

Tags: Soft Simon, family man Simon, reader is AFAB coded, writer is POC and AFAB Nonbinary, non-descriptive birth mention, reader has no descriptive features/bit mentions, breeding kink, dirty talk, very quick writing, reader is higher rank unspecified

Word Count: 647

Both SFW and NSFW under the cut, Minors and ageless blogs DNI

-Simon has a T-dick, but it is referred to as a dick

For context: reader is a higher rank than Simon, Simon and you met by Price asking you to help on a mission for 141; it was basically love at first sight. You and Simon got along very well and had quite the amount of similar experiences that bonded you two together. Together you guys got help and grew together, no doubt you made it official. Here you guys have been together for seven years, and out of the seven you guys were married for three

-Let's say Simon was able to use his bone marrow to make sperm (it actually doesn't exist yet but one day though!) and impregnate you. Simon is trans in this, and you both are trying the needle fertilization

SFW HEAD CANONS

Simon brings up children first. Given his trauma, you confirm that if he doesn't in fact want kids you are fine with that. You love him so much; it truly doesn't matter what his decision is.

Simon contemplates/thinks on this for a while, months even

Simon brings up the conversation again and tells you that he would love to have children with you and that it will work out.

Simon and you do research for possibilities on how you could be impregnated

Turns out, there was an experimental trial about turning bone marrow into sperm for fertilization

The trial is for people who can't conceive, people with other issues, same sex couples or couples like you and Simon

You and Simon decided to give the trial a go. You two did all that was asked and needed to do and all you could do now was wait.

A few months go by and on base and a shipment came in and it's for you and Simon, it included syringes, and the proper directions of use.

Simon wanted to wait until you started ovulating to have maximum effect.

That being said you and Simon meticulously planned and kept trying

Months go by and finally you start showing symptoms of pregnancy: morning sickness, fainting spells (on really bad days)

You and Simon haven't noticed because there were several missions that needed to be completed and required a shit ton of paperwork to be done

Some new recruits were gossiping, and it eventually reached Captain Price. Price decides to bring it up with Simon and you.

You and Simon go to the med bay and lo and behold you are pregnant!

Simon is beyond thrilled and excited because now, he can prove he's a better man and not his father's son.

NSFW HEADCANONS

Simon starts to really feel it. The urge to just breed you

Simon keeps touching your belly as fuck you

"Yeah, I make you pregnant ye? Parent and have all my kids? Just for me?"

From then on you were constantly bent in all angles being fucked until no other thought existed

Each thrust and each desperate thrust as a gleeful smile stays on Simon's face

Pregnancy Progression and Birth

Your pregnancy progresses and as so, get bigger however you don't have any complications!

You were induced into labor; that baby did not want to leave

Grueling hours go by and finally the baby is born! (HORRAY!)

The baby is healthy weighing in as a whopping TEN POUNDS AND THREE OUNCES

Simon cries; so in love with you and his beautiful baby

To him nothing is more amazing than this moment

A/N: This is my first time writing stuffs, especially for a fandom, please be kind! Thank You for reading!! (Also, you can choose the gender of the baby!!)

[androgynousblackbox]

How To Lose a Lucifer In 10 Days. 33 [Appleradio, Radioapple]

EXTRA: Editor's note

It was a lovely day in Hell. As lovely as it could get at least. The red sky was clear, the heat was manageable for most bodies and the natural aroma could be alright if someone losed only 60% of their sense of smell. Inside of the Hazbin Hotel, however, the smell of freshly made food was making the mouth of all of their residents waters as they came inside.

"Good morning everyone!" greeted them the king, managing multiple skillets at once. With barely a movement of his wrist, plates were started to get filled and taken to the table. "Apple pie!" said even louder when his daughter came in, still in pajama. The party celebrating the return of Lucifer had lasted longer than they expected, making for a very lazy amakening. "There is the precious princess I like to see! I made cupcakes with chocolate filling just for you, honey!"

"Dad" Charlie let out the word almost like a whine, coming to hug his neck from behind. She let out a long yawn. "Dad, what are you doing? I thought you would like to rest in and relax. If anyone earned doing that, it's you."

"Are you kidding me? This is relaxing for me!" Lucifer turned around and hugged her by the middle, squeezing her tight. Not going to mention how he could barely sleep a couple of hours before he had to come down to do something, anything, to not think about reuniting with Lilith to talk about the end of their marriage. He had already watered all the plants in the garden and around the hotel, so either it was starting to cook for everyone or clean every window, and nobody ever wanted to clean windows. Nobody except Niffty at least. But Charlie was not going to know a single thing about it until they had their talk. The poor girl had been through enough already too. "Come on, I missed doing stuff for you, sweetie!" said, holding her hands on his. "I will just finish with this and then I will come out for some business that I have been postponing long enough. When that is done, maybe we can watch a movie or something? Here or in the cinema, anywhere we want! I can buy you the cinema and make a permanent portal if you want!"

Okay, maybe he was overcompensating a little bit already because of the news he couldn't say. Divorce was never a pretty word that anyone wanted to hear, especially in reference to their own parents. He could recognize that was partly true, but also he just… missed his daughter too much and wanted to give her the whole world in a silver platter. Wasn't that a normal thing for a father to wish for? One just had to look the pretty face of his daughter to know, she deserved everything and so much more. He had not a single doubt about it.

Charlie snorted, squeezing him in return as much she could. Lucifer had missed terribly being corresponded like that. The other Charlie was kind and nice to him, as it was to be expected from any version of his daughter, but it was pretty clear for Lucifer she only viewed him as a guest at her hotel, not an actual family member. Of course he couldn't blame her for that either. The hugs of her actual daughter were with no doubt the best in any universe.

"I don't need a cinema, dad. But we can watch a movie later in the lobby."

"Sounds like a plan to me! I will bring some snacks when I get back” He smiled up to her and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “I missed you, kiddo” said, because he did, every day, and he wanted her to know that.

Charlie smiled and she was absolutely perfect, like the little girl that had to look up clinging to his leg.

“I missed you too” she said and then perked up. “Oh! Could you bring some pretzels? I haven't had those in ages!”

“And some ice cream too? I know” said before Charlie could say more. “Vanilla and strawberry with chocolate chips.”

“I actually like cookie dough and mint ice cream more now” said Charlie with a slight shrug. “But it's okay! That sounds good too!”

“Oh, not at all! If you want cookie dough and mint, you gotta have those! I will buy you the whole ice cream factory if you want!”

“Dad” Charlie chuckled.

“Alright, alright. How about a small ice cream parlor just for you? You can name it however you want” added with a wink.

“No!” She giggled.

“Why not?”

Charlie didn't respond this time, hugging him again to shut him up. It was pretty effective. Once they separated, she looked up.

“Oh, morning, Alastor!” greeted, looking to the entrance of the kitchen.

Lucifer turned around to see the radio demon standing there, holding his renewed staff in one hand.

“Oh, hey, bud…” Just as he was about to finish his sentence, in a second Alastor had already grabbed his arm and was dragging him outside to the garden.

In truth, Lucifer could just make himself too heavy to move or just reaffirm his feet on the ground if he wanted to. But for the moment he was too surprised to do anything else than follow along.

“You guys are not gonna fight, right?” Charlie was left wondering, her voice the only thing Lucifer could hear before the door closed. “Please, be nice!”

Alastor took him to the side. Only after they were at the shadowy portion of the hotel he let go and Lucifer stared at him with a frown, waiting for an explanation. The man still hadn't turned around, giving him a full view of his back as he gripped his staff.

“Good morning to you too” spat out when the silence continued.

“Who gave you the right?” said Alastor finally.

“Huh?” Now he was officially lost.

“That mirror. You knew what it was. That is how the other Alastor and his Lucifer kept in contact with their Evelyn, isn't it?”

Lucifer straightened up. Did… did they fucked up somehow?

“Y-yeah” He scratched his nape. “We just thought you might like to have that too. That is all.”

“You thought” started Alastor, remarking his words, “you could just casually come in and give me an open line of communication with my mother in Heaven, no strings attached? Without anyone in Heaven knowing or doing anything to stop it? My mother who didn't even know what I did to get here?” Alastor sighed deeply, looking up. He still hasn't turned so Lucifer saw only the back of his head. “Truly, your Majesty, your arrogance knows no bounds.”

“I… I am sorry?” it was all Lucifer could think to say. His first impulse was to get mad, but also, he had no idea what it was to lose contact with a parent who actually gave a shit about you. Maybe it was too much to receive by surprise at once. Maybe he should have warned the demon before time so he could prepare himself. An opportunity to process at least. None of that made it make more sense why Alastor would be this angry, but who knew with the sinner. “I didn't mean to…”

“I know you didn't” Alastor cut him out. “That makes it so much worse.”

Before Lucifer could think of how he was supposed to respond to that, Alastor turned around and did something even more baffling than anything else Lucifer had seen him do since they met. The radio demon was hugging him. Arms wrapped tight around him, squishing him tight, without any thought or care about how he could be crushing him if he was anyone else. The claws of the sinner gripped to his shoulder so tightly they were shaking with the force used, digging into his clothing. So close that Lucifer could hear the beating of his black heart, the expansion of his ribs as he inhaled deeply.

“Don't say a single word” came out the voice of Alastor close to his temple, strained. “If you tell anyone about this, no one will believe you. I will deny it.”

“Okay” was all Lucifer could say. Alastor was warm. Everything in Hell was warm all the time, so that wasn't surprising, but something about relating that attribute to that sinner did shock him. On top of the chest, where his face was pressed against, it was softer. The man smelled of cologne, something earthly that reminded him of tree barks and the soil you hold in your fist after it rains. He hesitantly lifted his arms and patted the back of Alastor, just because it felt more awkward than having them hanging at his sides. “I won't say anything.”

Lucifer felt the head of the demon nodding once. It seemed to pass a long time until Alastor managed to speak again, as if his words were a boulder he was pushing with his face.

“I still don't understand why you would do that.”

“We wanted to” Lucifer shrugged slightly, an unexpected blush coming to his face. Inside of that bigger body with the other Lucifer it just made all the sense of the world. This Alastor wanted to see his mom again, so they allowed it to happen. It was a simple wish that didn't cost much for any of them, so why not? “There is… really no more rhyme or reason than that. And just to be super clear right now, nobody was expecting you to do anything about it so, like, I don't know, we can pretend it never happened if you want?”

Alastor posture stiffen up.

“No.”

“No… what?”

“No, I won't do that” Alastor squeezed him again and started to separate. When one of his black hands came over his face, Lucifer frowned but let it when noticed there was no force behind the gesture. Alastor was not pushing him or turning him away, it was merely the cover his eyes and, by all of creation, he did not know why. Was he really that shy about being watched right now? Lucifer closed his fist at his side because if so, fuck, that was weird and too cute. “I prefer it if we can keep it between us. You still took way too many liberties in what is essentially my life without even consulting me about it first. This is the second time that this happens already, sir, and I would really prefer to not be a third. King or not, I do not appreciate people taking decisions for me. Are we clear?”

Alastor… didn't sound mad. He knew what a mad radio demon was and this wasn't it. Deciding that was a good sign on his favor, Lucifer swallowed up and nodded. That wasn't an unreasonable request at all.

“Okay, yeah, fair” said slowly.

Alastor took a moment, as if thinking his next words.

“I understand that other Lucifer and Alastor had a whole life together and an established dynamic that allows for such surprises. We do not. I would ask you to keep that in mind moving forward.”

“I already said fine, Alastor. I don't know what else you want from me” Lucifer sighed. This is what he got for trying to do a nice thing. He should have known that Alastor would manage to make that into something else. Father forbade that anything was simple with that sinner, apparently.

“Just one more thing. Could you close your eyes?”

Lucifer squinted under the darkness of Alastor's palm. But ended up nodding as he did just that, feeling that the hand was leaving his face to lift his chin up. He heard the sound of Alastor taking a step back before he felt the radio demon making contact with his lips. A tentative, still clumsy gesture. Nothing else but a simple kiss that didn't try to do anything else, and yet, it made his chest inflate like he couldn't remember doing a long time ago. When Alastor moved away, an actual sigh escaped him. He wanted to reach over and do it again, have more, this time get to explore the mouth of Alastor if he allowed it to, but he contained himself. When he just made the slightest movement forward, Alastor's hand came back to cover him even though he didn't lift his eyelids.

“When you are free, your Majesty, I will be the one cooking dinner for us” said Alastor. “Don't worry, no cannibal meat. That is a third date privilege at least.”

Under the darkness, Lucifer blinked, his eyelashes brushing the skin of the sinner.

“What happened to your busy schedule?” couldn't help to smirk.

“Luckily for you, it has found an unprecedent free space I can spare. As long certian issue is taking care of, that is.”

“I was going to go do that after breakfast. And hey, we still haven't told Charlie so…”

“I won't say a word, your Majesty. You don't have to worry about that. Just see you have it solved as soon as possible.”

Lucifer sighed, relieved.

“I will. Maybe another one for good luck?” Lucifer wiggled his eyebrows for more emphasis and heard a chuckle.

“No.”

Lucifer shrugged with an non chalant grin. He couldn't blame him for trying.

“I will tell you when it's done then?”

“Indeed. Have a good day, sir” Lucifer felt the hand of the sinner dissapearing from his face. When he saw the light again, all there was left was a black spot in the floor where Alastor stood before and a blink later, not even that.

He felt the impulse of using the golden doorknob to go run to the other Lucifer and ask him what was up with the covering eyes thing. Was that something that his Alastor did as well? When did it stopped? Was some kind of power move (probably), actual shyness (less likely but cuter) or something else entirely he wasn't realizing? The excruciating need to know now had him pursing his lips for a moment. But no, no. First go finish his issues with Lilith and see how they were going to break it off to Charlie later on. That was what was more important right now.

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“Sooo…” started the reigning king, serving some tea to the cup in front of Lucifer. On the other side of the table, the Alastor of that dimension took a calm sip of his coffee, “how did it go?”

“Surprisingly easy” commented Lucifer, instantly dumping a bunch of sugar cubes on his cup and pointedly ignoring the tail wrapped around Alastor's forearm. If it was normal for them, then who was he to question them? “As it turns out, when you have the best lawyers in Hell, even divorces of millenia old are so much easier. Lilith is taking one half of the palace until she finishes her own and always had her own bank account anyway, so we didn't had to talk a lot about that aspect. It was mostly title stuff things we had to look for. Basically, she is staying as the Queen for as long she is alive. If any of us remarries, they will be our Consorts. If we have children with someone else, they will be heirs to the throne just the same as Charlie, who is an adult anyway so we don't have to discuss her custody. And other legal bullshit stuff I had to sign on. I think by the end Lilith was more done with everything that I was” He chuckled, brushing his hair back. “One of my lawyers said they never saw a more amicable divorce. That is something, right? At least nobody is getting away bitter or angry. I might not get the award to best marriage, but I will get it to best divorce at least” said with a tiny giggle that was, for the most part, actually sincere.

There were times he still catched himself looking at his hand, at the finger that didn't had no ring anymore and felt nostalgic about it. Sometimes sad too, but those moment didn't last long.

When it first dissolved that day they both put their signatures down, he understood what Lilith meant with getting a sense of relief when she went to Heaven to try to argue for sinners. It was at the end of the day truly something that it was a long time coming and it was only now that they both accepted it. The body finally could rest underground where it should have been.

“And what about your Charlie?” asked the king, taking his seat. “How did she take it?”

Lucifer snorted, covering his face as a light blush extended for her face.

“She said, and I quote, I swear on my name this is true, she said “Oh thank fuck! I was so afraid you were going to cheat on mom with Alastor or something! That could have been complicated for everyone, so I am glad you have it sorted it out” He finally succumbed to his laughter as the king snorted over his tea, spilling some of it on the table as his shoulders agitated. Alastor, with a chuckle of his own, rubbed the back of his husband until he regained composure. “I still don't know how did she know! We haven't even had our first date yet, but hey, good to know she is fine with the idea, I guess?”

“I mean, after having us over, she kinda had to” commented the king, sending a grin to his husband.

Alastor nodded.

“She was truly okay then?” asked. From another dimension or not, he still cared about Charlie after raising his own and Lucifer appreciated that.

“Apparently she had already assumed we were separated when her mom was away. She just made peace with it during those seven years, so now it's just… ah, so you made it official at last, finally” Lucifer exhaled, letting his shoulder fall. Figures that his daughter would accept things easier than he did. “Of course Lilith is still welcome in the Hotel and Charlie can visit whenever she wants.”

“I imagine that must be fun for your Alastor” chuckled the radio demon. Both Lucifers gave him an unimpressed look that he responded with a slight shrug.

“Well, even if he has a problem, he will have to suck it up” said Lucifer, taking another sip. “Lilith is her mom. I am not about to tell her she can't come to her own daughter's place. Not that she would listen to me even if I did say that either. Also, again, not even first date yet so he doesn't really have a lot of room to speak” added, rolling his eyes.

The king wheezed, so suddenly that Lucifer was taken aback as the monarch slapped his hand on the table.

“You think that would stop this guy?” commented, pointing to his husband. “My dude, my friend, buddy, you are in for a wild ride if you think something like that is going to change anything.”

“What is that supposed to mean?"

"Is he willing to date you, your Majesty?" asked Alastor as his partner just smirked at his side. "Has he said or implied as much?"

"I mean, yeah, pretty much. He said he wanted to cook something non cannibal for us once this was done."

The king opened up his eyes, as if he had just dropped an octopus on the table and called it his new wife.

"Wow" said, sharing a look to Alastor. "Welp, I hope you enjoyed your days of being single, bud, because that demon won't ever let anyone else come close to you again."

"Oh, come on."

"No, no, is true" said Alastor, nodding. "By the time I offered to cook for my darling, I had already killed a servant that I felt was too keen in following him around the palace. It was a pretty early stage of our relationship too."

"He first told me he caught her stealing from him" added the king, sighning. "He didn't tell me the truth until much later."

"In fairness, I wasn't lying entirely. She was trying to steal the attention of my dearest. For that there are consequences" finished Alastor with a grin. "Once something is mine, stays mine unless I decide to throw it away."

Lucifer looked over at the king, but his counterpart was not reassuring him of anything by calmly eating another cookie.

"And you are okay with that?" questioned Lucifer, incredulous.

"Everyone has their perks" The king lifted an elbow to the table to support his chin on the back of his hand. "We live in Hell so it's no like you can be surprised when someone that ended up here is violent. You just have to take the good with the bad and live with it, especially if the good is still better than the bad. Alastor is a fucking nutjob, but he is my nutjob, you know" he said, holding the hand of the radio demon to take it to his lips, leaving a kiss.

A sound of static rippled through the air as Alastor straightened up in his chair. The ears on top flicked slighty as Alastor gently took his hand away, clearing his throat. Judging by the way the king's smile remained, he wasn't bothered by it at all. If anything, he was absolutely charmed anyway.

"Likewise, my dear" said Alastor, taking his coffe and blatantly ignoring the eyes of his husband. "It's a two way street. I wouldn't claim you if I didn't find something of value to have."

"And… "Lucifer scratched his neck, turning away, "you think that he already…?"

"Oh, yeah, totally" said the king, patting his arm. "Congratulations. You won a permanent stalker. Trust me, it's worth it. Sometimes" finalized with a cheeky grin that Alastor did not appreciate, squinting his eyes.

"What was that, dear? I can't hear you over the sound of me carrying your child."

"Nothing, babe" The king chuckled, lifting from the chair to kiss his cheek. "Do you want lady fingers to go with the coffee?" offered, obviously as a olive branch.

Alastor looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Seeming to be pacified for now, he huffed.

"Yes, thank you."

As the king conjured up a box from Rosie's emporium with the fingers sticking out, Lucifer tried not to see too much as Alastor took one into his mouth and pulled out the biggest bone completely clean a second later, leaving it on top of a napkin. Yes, he had technically already cannibalized his own already sharing a body with the other Lucifer. Didn't mean that he was fully comfortable with the whole concept.

He still wasn't sure about what to think about Alastor potentially claiming him, in any way, shape or form. After all, it had worked for these two, clearly. But in the other hand, that was a different Alastor and maybe he was just a little more extreme than the one he had back on his dimension.

"There was something else I wanted to ask you" Lucifer swallowed up, looking at both of them. That was the true reason he went there in the first place, but then got distracted talking about everything else. "Was there any period in which Alastor… like, blinded you before a kiss? Is that a… radio demon thing?"

"Blinded you?" repeated Alastor.

"Yeah, like putting your hand on his eyes or asking him to close them."

"Before or after a kiss?"

"During all of it, actually."

"Huh" Alastor tilted his head to a side. "I never did that. I can't imagine why I would either."

The king frowned for a moment, looking down at the plate of cookies. When Lucifer grabbed two to eat at once, he lifted his head.

"Does he know about the glow?" asked, also wanting to know from Alastor, who shrugged without an answer to give.

"The what?" Lucifer was legitimately confused for a moment, as if he were talking to Bel.

"You know, that shine that we can see because we were upstairs before" The king lazily pointed to the ceiling, crossing his legs. "Back then we didn't even have to try, but once down here, well, you have to want to do it?"

"Oh" Lucifer went back to the last time someone ever mentioned that ability to him. Zadkiel had mentioned it in reference to his counterpart not glowing at all, without the memories of his Alastor, but even before that, there was something else. Alastor glowed brighter than he had done before. "I… I think so? Alastor was pulled out from our cell so our siblings could talk to him from time to time. I imagine they could have talked to him about it at some point?"

"Oh, so that explains it" said Alastor, looking to his husband to see if he had gotten the same idea. Apparently understanding that they did, Alastor chuckled. "That idiot doesn't want you to see how much he glows now. If you did, you might think you have him already."

Lucifer squinted his eyes.

"So he can claim me all he wants and kill anyone that looks at me for too long, but Heaven forbid I think it's a equal thing?"

"Told you, nutjob" The king smiled before cooeing, clasping his hands together against his cheek. "But that is so cute, though! Oh, buddy, he is just not ready to jump off that bridge yet."

"I am pretty sure that is not how that phrase goes, dear" commented Alastor, throwing four fingers more into his mouth. This time he didn't leave any bones behind.

"Well, whatever, you know what I mean" The king rolled his eyes and reached to put a hand on the shoulder of Lucifer, giving it a squeeze. "Just give it some time, man. For now… let him set the pace and take it easy. All of this is new to him so he is kinda going blind and hoping it won't explode in his face."

"Which it can, considering who he intends to talk to in the dark" added Alastor, rising a hand before Lucifer could protect. "Not saying that you will explode at him or intend to. Just saying that is a factor he is certainly going to think about."

"Do you think that about him?" Lucifer stared as the demon smirked.

"No. I haven't in a long time" said simply, patting his stomach absentmindly. "If he is not as much of an idiot as I think he is, he will get there too. With time."

"So, patience?" summarized Lucifer, looking at his counterpart who nodded with a grin.

"It will be worth it once he actually relaxes" assured the king.

Lucifer hoped so. Alastor wasn't the only one going in blind.

He came back to his dimension a little after dinner was over. Lucifer peaked through the corner to see that Alastor on the lobby, just reading a book. Now he had an idea of why the man had been avoiding him the whole week that it took him to sign papers and everything else. By now, the news of the Queen and King of Hell officially not being together anymore had to have spread all over the place. So he probably knew already, or heard someone talking about it at least. And yet, he still haven't tried to talk to him or searched for him.

The other Lucifer had recommended patience. Give him time. Wait. Let him set the pace. Surely none of that was going to be affected if he just talked to the guy first? Lucifer cleared his throat and started whistlening his way there. One of the ears of Alastor immediately followed the sound, but that was the only thing signaling the deer had become aware of his presence. Alastor passed to the next page of his book. Lucifer took a deep breath and whistled even louder, stomping his way up to where the sinner was.

"Oh, hey, Al! Nice to find you!" said Lucifer.

Alastor sighed, marking the page. Lucifer calmed down a little at seeing that it was the feather of Sera he was still using. The radio demon still did not closed the book, stubbornly keeping it in front of his poker face.

"Goodnight, your Majesty. I assume that no royal duty requires you to have a timely rest? Or no interest to fulfill them anyway?"

Lucifer could feel his eye twitching. Dick. He took another breath as he came closer, casually leaving his hand hanging over the back of the couch. His free, unringed hand, whose fingers he stretched out as he let out a yawn.

"Actually, I finished with all of that today" said, clicking his tongue as he pulled his hair back. He counted as a victory when he could see Alastor following the movement from the corner of his eye. "It's all done. I am finally out of it. No more papers to sign, to read or lawyers to see. For now at least. The important stuff is done for. Officially done."

"Is that so?" Alastor finally closed the book and calmly put it on his lap, giving a sideye. "I suppose then that his Majesty must have his schedule quite open after going through that whole ordeal."

"It's a gaping white hole all over my calendar right now. Never been cleaner" confirmed Lucifer with a grin, reaching forward to support his cheek on his hand. "I was actually thinking of adding something there. Do you have any suggestion?"

"I might" Alastor examined his claws. "8:30, Thursday would work for you?"

That was in two days. Lucifer perked up, not longer caring to pretend that wasn't exactly what he was waiting for. He was going to have his first date in two days. Later he could freak out about it, in the privacy of his room, but for now, there was only optimism.

"Yeah, sounds great."

"Indeed" Alastor stand up, holding the book against his chest. "We will find each other here. Any issue with that?"

"None at all."

Alastor nodded.

"Good. Then for now, this is goodnight from my part, your Majesty" said, passing over in way to the stairs. "Unlike others, I can hear the calling of my bed pretty clearly."

"I wouldn't dream to make you wait any longer. Goodnight, Al."

Lucifer sighed, relieved that he would not have that hanging on his mind any longer. Well, no, there was one thing still. That little thought that just wouldn't shut up. He could leave it alone. He could learn to ignore it and continue on as thing have been going until now. It's not like he actually needed that confirmation, did he? Could he have enough already?

"Hey, Al" called, turning to him.

The moment that Alastor looked at him, Lucifer had to take a step back. It was like going on a bike, his body never truly forgot how to do it. The ability came to him just as easy as if to flex a muscle, which did surprised him, but not as much as what it actually let him see.

Alastor was shinning, an aura of light around his figure that it was breaking into different colors with the slightest movement. The grace of Heave made it into another part of living everyday, just another fixure like the clouds or the blue of the sky were. Down there it wasn't like that. He had to actually search for those stars and, even then, he knew he could not find it at all. But Alastor, that awful, annoying, nutjob of a sinner had a light that was almost reaching back to him, reflecting off the walls, the steps he was in. All his features looked more pristine than ever, more lively, full of life after death. It was beautiful and nostalgic and he grabbed to the couch when his knees almost faltered.

"Your Majesty?" asked Alastor.

With each word of his, the light around him pulsated, even bigger than before, like a crystal heart against the morning sun in Earth. It awakened something on Lucifer, an almost feral desire to protect that light, to feed it, to let it shine as bright as it would blind God himself. Is that what the other Lucifer felt all the time? Then no fucking wonder they were both as crazy for each other as they were. What a lucky bastard.

"I forgot what I was going to say" said with a chuckle, finally. "Sorry."

Alastor tilted his head, the light around it shinning on the portraits on the wall near the stairs, and then shrugged.

"Good night then, sir."

When Alastor dissapeared into his shadow, his shadow was shinning too all the way to the stairs, as it were a moving liquid rainbow. Lucifer swallowed up and immediately teleported to his room, to his bed. He grabbed the nearest pillow he could and burried his face on it as he giggled incontrollably, kicking his feet in the air.

[aang3ll]

Games and Memories

@tickles-and-cuddles

agbhnjmnhg it's finally done after being sidetracked for so long

Warnings: Tkl fanfic, Implied romantic BakuDeku at the end if you squint, and light cursing (It's bakugou.)

Bakugou was sitting in his room, scrolling through his old pictures. The high school student had run out of things to do a good thirty minutes ago, having already completed his homework, and having already been told that he wasn’t allowed to do any more training for the day. (‘Five hours isn’t “too long!”’) So far, he had come across what was mostly family photos he was forced to take with his parents, and pictures of him and his middle school friends. Him at the park, him at the zoo, ETC… all that type of stuff.

That was when he came across it. It was a picture of him when he was very young, maybe five or six years old. He was standing next to a rather large tree, with someone else. Next to him was a boy about his age back then. A boy he recognized so easily by his dark green hair.

Deku.

‘Izuku..’

It had been a while since Bakugo had used that name for the boy, even in his thoughts.

The blonde couldn’t help but reminisce about those old days, many, many years ago. It was happy back then. He was happy back then. He was himself.

It had been so long since Katsuki had just been able to… be himself. His true self. The side of him that only his old friend could bring out.

He smiled, before scrolling to the next picture.

It was another one of him and the greenette. Only this time, Deku was on the floor, laughing with a bright red face, Katsuki straddling his waist.

Bakugou’s smile turned into a grin. Now, he knew just how to do a little bonding with his old friend.

Izuku was sat on the couch, bored out of his absolute mind. He had been watching TV, but after clicking through what was probably hundreds of channels, he had given up on trying to find something that really interested him. He leaned back into the couch with a groan.

“You’d think there would be more than just reality TV on a Saturday…” He mumbled to himself.

“God, you really need to learn how to fucken’ speak up, nerd.” The greenette jumped at the voice behind him, before whirling around, instantly being faced with a pair of familiar red eyes. “K-Kacchan!? How long have you been standing there?” He asked the boy standing behind the couch.

“A couple minutes, but long enough to see that you’re bored to shit.” “Heh, yeah, that’s true.” Izuku chuckled out, nervously.

Katsuki walked around to the front of the couch, sitting down. “Well, lucky for you, I’ve got somethin’ to entertain ya’ with.” The blonde grinned.

“Oh? And, what could that be?” The unsuspecting teenager asked, innocently. He was sort of excited. Bakugou was being nicer than usual, not even cussing Deku out for mumbling today (not counting breakfast this morning), and said boy intended to soak it in for as long as he could.

“Well, it’s a game.” The taller of the two explained. This only added to the other’s excitement. A game? With Bakugou? While this was certainly a surprise, the greenette wasn’t complaining.

“How do we play?” He asked with an unknowing smile.

“Simple. You keep your arms up for sixty seconds while I tickle you, and you win.” Said the blonde, rather bluntly.

The Midoriya boy froze up, his face turning bright red. That was… unexpected. He hadn’t expected Bakugou to just ask like that, let alone even want to tickle him in the first place. Not that he was against the idea, because of course he wasn’t. It was just a tad bit… …flustering.

“Well? Whaddya’ say, nerd?” “...What happens if I win?” Now it was Bakugou’s turn to be surprised. He hadn’t expected the other to ask that and, in all honesty, he had no idea for a surprise.

Izuku quickly noticed this from his friend’s shocked expression, so he came up with something on his own. “How about… if I win, I get to tickle you for two minutes?” “No.” “One minute?” “Thirty seconds.” “Deal!” Izuku grinned happily. All he had to do was keep his arms up for one minute, and then he would get to tickle Bakugou! Easy, right? Well, the poor boy seemed to underestimate how ticklish he was.

Soon, Deku was lying on the taller hero(-in-training)’s lap, his arms up as high as they could go. The game had barely even started, they were only five seconds in, (Bakugou set a timer) and the poor thing was already giggling and squirming like a madman. And yet, all Bakugou was doing was gently raking his fingers down the other’s sides.

“Huh, seems you won’t be lasting long, will you~?” The blonde teased.

Deku giggled out a ‘shut up’, before realizing his mistake. Katsuki wasn’t one to talk back to, especially not in a situation like this.

“...Shut up? Shut up? Oh, you’re in big fucken’ trouble now, damn nerd.” That was when Bakugou went absolutely wild. He scribbled his fingers over Deku’s belly, squeezed his sides, scratched at his underarms… anything he could do and/or reach, really. He showed no mercy in absolutely wrecking poor Izuku.

“AHHAHHHA- GAHAH- K-KAHAHAHACHAAHAHAN PLEHEHEHEASE!!” Izuku laughed out. He just couldn’t handle the ruthless tickling sensations all over his body, and no matter how much he thrashed from side to side, he just couldn’t get away. It was on his ribs, his stomach, his hips… everywhere. Atleast, that’s what it felt like to the greenette. “GAHHAHAAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T-!!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE, MEHEHEHEHERCY!!”

“Mercy is for losers, Deku.” That was all that could be said before Izuku’s arms shot down. Bakugou grinned and slowed to a stop, knowing he had won. “Heh, told you I’d win, damn Deku.” But the blonde’s grin slowly turned into a soft smile as he watched the smaller boy giggle with a bright red face, the ghost tickles probably getting to him.

“Y’know, since I won, I think I should have a reward.” Katsuki stated.

“O-Oho? Ahahand what were you thihinking?” The greenette giggled out.

“I’m thinking… dessert.” Bakugou leaned down, and blew a rather large raspberry on Midoriya’s stomach, and the room was filled with screeching laughter once more.

Let’s just say, Deku had a very long night, but the cuddles at the end were totally worth it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ahhh sorry it's so short, but I hope you liked it!

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This Must Be Love 5.7k of fluff love and confessions.

Three days before Valentine’s Day Buck has plans to help Chris with his homework, except the evening takes an unexpected turn when Chris has some unexpected questions about love and that leads to something else unexpected.

The living room table is all set up and ready, Buck’s stash of pens, pencils and various school based items has increased ten fold over the last few years. He even has a special box for all the stuff Chris needs when he’s doing homework at his loft. Today the box is out and he’s ready, primed and even keen to get some homework done. 

It’s ironic reallly homework was never his thing, Maddie always had to drag him through it. Buck’s lucky Chris is still relatively motivated to do his. He’s double checked the equipment all laid out twice when there’s a knock on his door. Right on time.

An enthusiastic pull at his front door reveals his two favourite people and he greets them with a smile.

“Gentlemen, Buck’s House of Homework awaits you.”

“Buck.” Chris sounds exasperated and rolls his eyes as he walks past heading straight for the table but there’s a glimpse of a smile for him despite the welcome.  Behind his son Eddie’s own eyes roll, his face a picture of parental patience worn thin.

Buck wonders if either of them know how similar they look when they do that. Eddie mouths “bad mood” and shakes his head to accompany a shrug that declares he has no idea what’s wrong with the boy in front of him.

With a slight sigh no doubt at the teenage-ness of it all  Eddie walks over to Chris to say goodbye.

“Ok I’m going. I will be back in a couple of hours and then if you have done your homework.” He ruffles Chris' hair and gets an annoyed jerk of protest as Chris moves his head away in an attempt to dislodge his dad’s hand. 

That makes Eddie roll his eyes again but while Buck sniggers softly he does feel sorry for his friend , it’s tough adjusting to an almost teenager. Giving up on his son Eddie looks at Buck to continue “and if you haven’t eaten too many snacks” Buck throws him an outraged look at the suggestion. “ I will treat us all to pizza.”

“I can cook us something.” Buck offers quickly because he loves cooking for them, it makes him feel like they’re a family. “I don’t mind.”

Eddie get a soft look on his face as he closes the gap between them and once close enough his hand lifts and then it’s gently holding onto Buck’s arm. It lands just at the edge of his T-shirt sleeve so Eddie’s palm is half on his skin. Buck tries hard not to notice how warm and strong his hand feels.

 “You don’t have to.” 

“I know but I like to, cooking’s fun but  usually I can’t be bothered if it's just me so…’” He finishes on a hopeful note.

“Ok, if you’re sure then a home cooked meal with my boys sounds perfect.” The smile on Eddie’s face widens.

Buck looks at him in admiration. God he looks so happy, so much lighter than he has for all the years Buck’s known him. He’s so proud of Eddie, of how far he’s come. The smile on his own face is instinctive, mirroring the one he’s receiving, while at the same time he tries to damp down on all the feelings the words ‘home’ and ‘my boys’ stir in his chest. 

Instead of dwelling on all that he pushes Eddie towards the door, “Now go. Go do your things. We’ll be right here.”

Eddie does as he’s told but turns to look at him from the doorway. He pauses, so Buck has the full weight of his warm brown eyes on him for a handful of heartbeats. Just enough time for him to tell himself to stop it; stop reacting, stop hoping, stop wanting. He doesn’t think stop loving. He knows he can’t, he’s tried.

That look gets him every time. You’d think he’d be used to them by now. Eddie doesn’t mean anything by it. He can’t possibly. He shouldn’t let those big brown eyes do anything to him, least of all get his hopes up.

Eddie’s eyes slip from Buck to Chris and then back again, “Be good, both of you. Especially you.” That last bit is accompanied by a quick wink in Buck’s direction that spikes his heart rate instantly. 

Then he’s gone and Buck left staring at the door, he turns, a huge sigh slipping out unheeded and finds Chris sat at his kitchen table staring at him, an unreadable expression on his face.

“You ok bud?”

Chris goes “humph”, a noise Buck’s never heard from him before. Looks like Eddie’s right and Chris is in a mood. He decides to ignore it and goes to the fridge to get some drinks for them. If he glances over at his almost teenage companion a few times, just to check which way the wind is blowing mood wise, at least he’s subtle about it.

He takes one final glance over the rim of his juice then risks it.

“You good Chris?” 

“Fine.” 

Not entirely convincing. He pushes his luck a little further. “You sure?”

This time Chris sighs and dramatically drops his pen on the table.

“Buck?” The boy's eyes are fixed on the table. There’s a weighty pause then Chris looks up, right at him and says,

“What’s it like being in love?”

Unfortunately for him, he’d just taken a mouthful of juice so the question reduces Buck to a coughing and spluttering mess.

That came completely out of left field. At least he hopes it did. Shit. What if Chris has worked it out. What if Chris has noticed how he feels about his dad and worse what if he tells Eddie and what if they both end up hating him for it. What if he loses them, what if, what if, what if….

Chris is looking at him, he has to get it together. Grabbing a cloth to wipe at his face and dab the stains from his top Buck says, “Um.”

Which is marvelously articulate and not at all suspicious. So he tries again and this time manages something a little more like an actual sentence.

“So I’m…um  why why um… why would you think I know that?”

Chris looks at him like he’s stupid. “Uh cos you're old, and haven’t you been in love like loads of times?” 

Oh thank god, his heart rate crashes back to normal. That’s ok then. He can handle that.

He crosses the room to sit with Chris.

“No, not really, definitely not lots of times anyway.” 

Counting backwards from Eddie he thinks maybe three, is that too many or not enough for a man his age. It’s nowhere near his other number, that one has never had a lot to do with love but that’s hardly something to be discussing with Christopher.

Christopher’s question is tricky but he tries to be helpful. “And I think love feels different each time and different for different people, so really it’s difficult to explain.” 

Chris looks extremely unimpressed by this piece of news.

“That’s not helpful. How am I supposed to know then!?”

Buck chuckles at the plaintive question but Chris has a point.

“It’s tricky. Sorry bud, no easy answers.” He waits a few seconds. “So am I allowed to ask why you want to know, might help me be more specific?”

Chris looks away, confirming Buck’s suspicions so he keeps his voice gentle, “Maybe you like someone? Or maybe you think you do?”

Chris’s eyes dart back to his then down. His voice is quiet.

“Maybe.”

“Is this about Valentines?”  It’s the 14th in three days. 

Chris’ nod is so small it would be easy to miss.

“You thinking about maybe giving someone a card?” Buck’s tries to keep the ‘aw that’s adorable’ look off his face but Chris’ little face screws up, and damn it, he’s still so cute although Buck would never dare say that these days. 

Eventually Christopher reluctantly commits to another “Maybe.”

After a second failed attempt to catch his eye Buck says “You don’t have to sign it you know.”

This time Chris sighs and says with a hit of irritation “I know that!” Buck waits. “but I don’t even know if I like them or if I like them. It’s so confusing!”

Oh. Buck can identify with that. His mouth twists into a small sympathetic smile.

“Yup, it certainly is.”

“Even for grown ups?” Chris sounds horrified.

“Absolutely!” 

To be honest he's pretty sure it never actually gets any easier or if it does he’s still waiting for it to happen.

“So how am I supposed to know if you guys can’t even tell! It’s impossible!!”

Chris sounds quite emotional and Buck doesn’t exactly panic but he doesn’t want to do  the wrong thing either. 

“Maybe we should wait for your dad? You, you should probably talk to him about this. Not me.”

Chris pulls another one of  those ‘are you stupid faces’.

“Why not? I wanna talk to you. You’re like my second dad anyway.”

Buck’s heart stops. 

“Chris…” his own voice is breathless and barely audible even in the silence of his loft.

The boy before him has no idea he’s said anything remarkable, he looks up, confused at the change of his tone. “What? That’s what dad says. He says it all the time.”

Buck's brain is struggling to keep up. He’s rather stunned by Chris' casual comments. He has to swallow before he can ask,

“H he does?”

“Yup” Chris doesn’t even look up this time just does his next math problem like he hasn’t rocked Buck’s entire world.

“He’s always telling people about you, my teacher, the neighbours. He even told my dentist about you last week, when she was going on about enamel. Dad said “Buck already told him that but who listens to their dad!” Chris says it in an pretty good impression of Eddie, then mutters to himself “embarrassing! I listen, just don’t wanna brush sometimes.”

Buck blinks rapidly. Had Eddie really said that? About him?

“Anyway,” Chris carries on oblivious to his inner turmoil “tell me what it’s like being in love.”

“Um” he wants to say it’s like this, your heart going crazy because you think for just a second they might love you back. 

It’s wanting to be part of someone’s life so badly your whole body aches with it,  that you want to belong to them and have them choose you back. 

It’s a voice you turn to with a smile already on your face because you know the face you’ll see will be your favourite one.

It’s brown eyes, that see all of you and smile.

He doesn’t say any of that. How could he, so he stalls until he can find words better suited to a young man with questions about his heart.

Proud his voice sounds so normal Buck buys himself time.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea.” 

Chris looks at him suspiciously but Buck grabs some card and pens and waves them enthusiastically.

“Why don’t you make a Valentine’s card and we can talk about it. Then at the end if you decide you like them like that , you’ll have something to give them.

Chris eyes narrow thoughtfully, “Ok, it’s not a terrible idea but you have to make one too.”

He laughs, it’s either that or sigh, “ I haven’t got anyone to give one to.”

Chris gives him a look he doesn’t quite understand and mutters something under his breath again, this time Buck only catches a few words but “could” and “tried” are clear enough.

“What was that?” He studies his companion with a slight frown, he’s feeling a little confused by surly pre teen Chris, his sympathy for Eddie is increasing dramatically by the minute.

“Nothing, but I’m only making one if you do.”

It’s not worth arguing so he gives in , “Ok, if you insist.” 

He has no idea what he’ll do with his card but if it helps Chris work through some stuff he’s all for it. 

“Let’s finish your homework then we can get creative.”

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